Loss of Control

This is the thirteenth in the series about Chloe and Jason as they continue their adventures in the swinging and Hotwifing world.

First, please note this is a Hotwifing story with elements of Cuckoldry. If this type of thing is not your bag. Please save yourself the time and move on. If you still choose to read the story and then leave an inane and derogatory comment, it will be removed after I have had a good laugh at your spelling!

I choose not to be too descriptive with the appearance of my characters, other than that which is pertinent to the story. When I am reading, I prefer to relate the characters to people I know, which makes them more real to me. Please enjoy!

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We were lying in bed on a Thursday evening following a rather vigorous session aimed at relieving some of the stress I had from a particularly difficult week at work. Chloe had her head on my chest, her eyes closed, just listening to my breathing when she idly moved her hand down to stroke my now flaccid cock.

I laughed at her touch. "Oh, baby, you are going to need to wait a while yet; I am not as young as I used to be," I whispered.

"Hmm, no worries. I just love the feel of it, how soft and smooth it is." She lifted her head. "Anyway, there are many more years left in you yet; don't go thinking you can start slacking now that you are getting older!" she giggled.

She turned her head to kiss me softly "Hmmm! I don't know what I did in a previous life to deserve you in this one, but damn, I am thankful; you are the complete package. Thoughtful, caring, strong, loving, sexy and can fuck me into next week on a nightly basis.

Suddenly she sat bolt upright, still fondling my now semi-hard member. "Oh baby, I've kept a secret from you, and you didn't notice!"

I smiled inwardly, not wanting to spoil her moment, but I knew she had been planning something for Saturday night; a few times she would turn her phone away from me or stop talking on the phone when I entered the room. But the main giveaway was one night last week: I was napping in my chair when I heard her on the phone planning something for this Saturday. She gave them our address and started to squeal that I would love this, and it was about time she planned an adventure for me.

I tried to look confused and just shook my head. "Well, I suppose it is time to tell you that I have planned an adventure for us on Saturday evening. You don't need to do anything except be in the living room, sitting on the sofa at 7 pm dressed in trousers and a shirt. I have arranged everything so you can enjoy the night", she said the last part with a giggle. She then got a devious grin. "You do know that means tomorrow we are pre-gaming, so no sex, which means more sex now!"

By the time Chloe had finished with me that night, I was broken and secretly glad for the break the pre-game Friday would bring.

Knowing how Chloe's previous adventures tend to be full-on, I needed some time to prepare for whatever had been percolating in that devious mind of hers.

Friday evening, Chloe came home ready to begin the normal ritual of teasing each other with no release in an aim to heighten our pleasure for the adventure. This time Chloe started her game off early as soon as she arrived home from work. Normally she comes through the door, drops her bag, takes off her coat and shoes before coming through to my office to kiss me, then off for a shower before dinner.

Tonight, however, she came home and, as well as her coat and shoes, she also took off her skirt and blouse, leaving only a black silk bodice and stockings. She sashayed into my office and stood in the doorway waiting for me to acknowledge her. My mouth dropped open, and my cock stood up, lost for words. I could just watch as she walked over to me and straddled me.

"Evening, lover. How was your day?"

She purred at me as she rocked back and forth over my hard pole. "Hmm, it seems you have missed me a bit. Why don't we go upstairs and fool around a bit before dinner?"

I kissed her hard before picking her up and lifting her onto the desk. She squealed with excitement as she bounced down on the polished oak surface.

I held her face in my hands and kissed her forehead "Sorry, we don't have time. Mary called this afternoon; she and Mike are having a BBQ, and I said we would be along at 6 pm." I grinned at the growing frustration on her face. "And you know how those things carry on; last time we ended up sleeping where we fell."

The evening passed pleasantly with great food and lots to drink; Chloe was helping Mary host, and I was pinned to Mike talking about anything and everything. Now and then Chloe would make her way over to me to surreptitiously tease me by brushing herself against me as she passed or hugging me tightly, smushing her breasts into me.

I was not innocent by any means, though, during our embraces, as my hands tended to wander when I was sure no one was looking, making Chloe gasp occasionally as my hand found her behind or slipped further down and in between her legs.

Our intimate dance played out all night, with some strange looks from friends. Towards the end of the evening, even Mike leant into me and spoke in a conspiratorial voice, "Dude, it's like you two haven't had sex in a month; even I am getting turned on, and I know Mary is too, so thank you."

Soon afterwards we bade our goodnights and walked the 50 yards home for the night. Bedtime was fraught with sexual tension, with Chloe deciding a sheer babydoll nightdress was appropriate bedtime attire instead of her normal t-shirt and shorts. I walked into the bedroom and saw her laying provocatively on the bed, pretending to read, looking sexy and smouldering.

I grinned and walked into the bathroom to return 10 minutes later naked and sporting a semi. Chloe gasped at my choice of bed attire, then just watched me, licking her lips as I got ready for bed. During the night, there was an inordinate amount of fidgeting and grinding of hips while we spooned. Although it was difficult for me as I stayed semi-hard all night, a few times I heard Chloe whimper as my cock slid between her legs or the crack of her behind.

Saturday morning we called our normal truce so we could at least try to be productive and not waste the day playing games. I had the normal weekend jobs to do: mow the lawn, fix a few things and so on; Chloe was going shopping for the morning to prepare for the evening.

About 3 pm, Chloe came home just as I had finished all of my jobs; she was carrying a few bags and seemed to be sporting a fresh hairdo and new nails. Knowing she had spent the day shopping and being pampered whilst I worked in the sun to keep the house going, I was a little annoyed. " Right, are you ready to get some jobs done now you are back? There are the bathrooms to do, beds to change and dinner to make."

She shook her head as she walked slowly to me. "Oh, baby, why would I want to change the beds when ours is going to need changing again after you're finished with me tonight? The bathrooms were done the other day while you were out." She gave me a soft kiss and held my face in her hands. "And as for dinner, you are going to shower and change into what I will lay out for you, then you are going out for dinner to give me time to get everything ready."

I just stared at her, confused, not sure what was happening. Chloe smiled at my confusion. "Oh, poor baby, you don't like it when I am making the surprises, do you?" She said with a note of condescension as she kissed my nose and gave my cock a rub, waking it from its slumber.

I shook my head. "No! Not really; on occasion your surprises have meant torment and agony for me."

Chloe looked shocked; it was my turn to grin now. "Remember our night in the hotel with Abby, Grant and Carl!" I raised an eyebrow in mock inquisition.

Chloe stuttered, "Ah, yes, well, ah..." Her words trailed off for a second as she tried to regroup "Abby has apologised for that enough now, so you need to let it go."

"Oh, I have, honey, but it underlines my trepidation; not knowing what devious plans your brain has cooked up scares me."

Chloe leaned into me and whispered, "There will be no torture for you tonight... I think!" She tilted her head slightly in thought. "At least not if you are a good boy." There was that devious smile again.

I just nodded, resigned to whatever this evening had in store for me.

I finished cleaning up from the jobs I had just finished and then made my way to the master bathroom to take a shower and get a shave. I returned to the bedroom a while later to see a pair of black body-form boxers, black socks, a white shirt and black trousers laid out on the bed, with a pair of polished black dress shoes next to the bed.

Feeling like a child who had their clothes picked out by mummy, I dressed and walked down to the living room to be greeted by a wolf whistle from Chloe, "There is my sexy hubby all dressed for the fun this evening."

She stood and walked towards me to hug me; her hands seemed to wander more than normal as she made sure she kept mine and her arousal levels at a happy medium. She kissed me and looked at her watch. "Right, I have made a reservation for you at your favourite steakhouse, so go and have some fun, but make sure you are back here for 7 pm! Not a minute late, do you understand?"

I kissed her forehead. "Yes, mistress!" I exclaimed,

Chloe giggled in an unnerving way, which made me wonder if I had stumbled onto something. I left her at the front door and took the Uber she had ordered for the 20-minute drive to the restaurant. When I arrived, the waitress exclaimed, "Ah yes, we have your reservation." She looked puzzled. "It also appears that we have your order as well."

I smiled. "Ah, I imagine my wife is having some fun with me tonight; whatever she has ordered will be fine," I said in an unsure tone.

I had just sat down when a pint of cider was put in front of me along with a glass of whiskey. I picked up the glass and sniffed. The barman cleared his throat. "Sir, it is Isle of Arran 15-year single malt; it was requested for you by your wife." I nodded and took a drink, holding it in my mouth to taste the flavour before letting the warmth fill my throat.

Ten minutes later, the waitress brought out a large sirloin steak with chips and mushrooms. I was about to ask how it had been cooked when the waitress exclaimed, "Sir, the steak had been cooked as per your wife's request, 'rare enough that a good vet could treat the animal."

I nodded "Thank you; it looks wonderful."

The steak was cooked to perfection and melted in the mouth. I didn't finish it all as I still had a nagging worry that whatever Chloe had planned may include some discomfort for me. Although we have our clear boundaries with our adventures, Chloe does enjoy bending mine on occasion.

I never get upset with her, as I trust her completely and I know she would not do anything which I would consider a hard stop or that would make me feel wrong. When she has played with our boundaries, the resulting adventure has been intense but ultimately fantastic.

I was preparing to leave the restaurant, looking to call an Uber to get me home, when the same waitress came over to me: "Sir, your Uber is outside waiting for you. Have a nice evening, sir!"

I got home five minutes before 7 pm; taped to the front door was a note.

"My darling husband, you are only allowed in the house exactly at 7 pm. If you are early, you will need to wait outside.

Once you come in, go directly to your chair in the living room and take a seat; there will be a drink waiting for you.

DO NOT call out to me or go anywhere else other than your chair. If you need the toilet, then tough you should have gone at the restaurant!"

Once you are sat in your chair, be patient for the show to start.

Love you

Your sexy hotwife xxx"

I looked at my watch and saw it was exactly 7 pm, so I went inside. The lights were lowered enough to create an ambience but not so low that I couldn't see. There was music playing softly in the background, and next to my chair was a glass of amber liquid.

I sat down in my chair and waited patiently as requested.

A few minutes later, I heard the tapping of heels on the floor coming from the hallway. I expected Chloe to walk in but was shocked when standing in the doorway was a stranger. She was tall, blond, with her hair tied into a ponytail, wearing bright red lipstick and carrying a constant look of disdain. She wore stilettos, black stockings and a black lace basque and thong set, which all together seemed to exude sex and superiority.

She looked me up and down with an intense stare for an inappropriate amount of time "So, you're the husband, then?" disdain dripping off every word.

I was stunned, not knowing what to say "Hmm, I can see why she called on my services!" she exclaimed as she walked towards me.

Towering over my seated position, "I am Mistress Misha; you will call me Mistress for the remainder of this evening."

So, rules for tonight: you will not touch anything, including that! Unless explicitly told to," she grimaced while pointing to my crotch. I instantly knew this was going to be a 'let's test his resolve' night.

She continued, " You will only speak when asked a question or told to give a response, and you will take instructions only from me. If you do anything that displeases me, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

I nodded. Suddenly, she reached down and slapped my face. "You were asked a question; you must respond! Let's try this again. Do you understand?"

Almost instinctively, I responded, "Yes, Mistress." She smiled, "That's a good boy. If you keep up the good behaviour, there will be a treat for you later."

Mistress Misha turned and strode back out of the room to return almost instantly, holding one end of a dog lead in her hand. I followed the lead with my eyes and saw the other end was attached to a leather collar with the word slut stitched into it. The collar was being worn around the neck of my beautiful wife.

I glanced up to her face and saw the smile that melts my heart and stiffens my cock, a smile that tells me I am in for a great time. She winked at me as she was positioned to stand directly in front of me. I let my eyes wander down to see she was wearing a new leather corset which made her bosom heave to an unnatural level. Next I noticed the sheer black thong which allowed me to see the outline of her labia peeking through the material; I smiled as I could already see moisture glistening.

As my eyes lowered further, I took in the black seamed hold-ups; Chloe knows these are my favourite and will elicit the desired effect from me every time she wears them. The effect was topped off with patent leather black stilettos.

A sigh escaped my mouth unconsciously as I drank in the vision of perfection standing only a couple of feet away from me. I was instantly admonished for my disobedience. There was a swift kick, albeit light, to my shin by Mistress Misha.

"I told you that you will be quiet unless you are spoken to. Any further outburst will not be accepted, and punishment will follow quickly!"

I glanced at Chloe and saw a smirk of enjoyment at my discomfort. "Yes, Mistress!" I responded so as to not receive any further punishment.

Mistress Misha stood Chloe in front of me. "Well, hubby, you are lucky to have a wife so beautiful, and from what I understand, you will be very happy with what she has in store for you this evening. First, however, I think I will have some fun with her!" Mistress Misha walked behind Chloe and moved her hair away from her right shoulder. She planted a kiss on Chloe's neck and began caressing her as she kissed down her neck and shoulder.

Chloe was in bliss; kissing her neck was a sure way to get her aroused, and I could see she was enjoying every second. Mistress Misha wrapped her arms around Chloe and began unfastening her corset. Something about this seemed to spark a memory, but I couldn't quite place it; the look of confusion gave Chloe a sparkle as she saw me trying to place the memory. She grinned, knowing all would fall into place soon.

One by one, Mistress Misha released the buckles on the front of Chloe's corset before allowing it to fall to her feet, freeing her succulent and pert breasts. She reached around from behind and cupped my wife's perfect breasts; I saw Chloe's eyes close at her caress.

"Hmm, your wife has very nice tits; her nipples are so reactive, look how they grow as I play with them," Mistress Misha purred as she tweaked and twisted Chloe's nipples, making them stand out hard as bullets.

My cock was straining for release, so I rearranged the material; this earned me a scornful retort from Mistress Misha. "Have you forgotten my rules already? No touching; if you touch yourself again, you will feel the consequences!"

Chloe giggled and blew me a kiss; she was enjoying the fun at my expense. I scowled at her and made a mental note to get my own back on her next time.

Mistress Misha smiled at Chloe's giggle. "I think your wife is eager to get on with the main event; I think I should spend some time getting her ready." Again, a memory flashed across my face; I was sure this had happened before, but I was confident, barring a serious lapse in memory, we had never played this game before.

Mistress Misha dropped to her knees, taking great care to ensure I was watching as she spread her legs to kneel behind Chloe. The constriction caused by my trousers was now causing considerable discomfort, which she could see on my face. She looked up to Chloe. "I think your hubby is enjoying this too much and may need to adjust himself before he causes himself some pain. Do you want to let him?" she asked Chloe.

Chloe made a great show of contemplation before nodding, "Only a quick adjustment."

Not waiting for a change of mind, I ruffled the tentage in my trousers, allowing for more room and settled back to continue enjoying the show.

Mistress Misha grinned as she reached up and ever so slowly pulled down Chloe's thong, exposing her freshly shaved, glisteningly moist pussy. An audible sigh left my mouth before I could catch myself. I looked to Mistress Misha with a worried look, but she just smiled and continued removing the garment.

Mistress Misha grinned at my glazed eyes, lost in the beauty of the sight before me. "Hmm, yes, I agree your wife has a beautiful body; you are very lucky. I think I should now prepare her for her guest!"

She pushed Chloe's legs apart slightly, exposing more of her dripping pussy to me. She slowly ran a hand up the inside of Chloe's leg and up to her labia. She ran her finger the full length of her pussy and held the finger for me to see. "I think your wife is looking forward to this evening. I wonder if you will be as excited?" Again, she hinted at something to come; a memory was forming which raised my arousal level even further.

Chloe gasped and flung her head back as Mistress Misha inserted a finger deep into her and began rubbing against her G-spot. Chloe was moaning and shaking while Mistress Misha never once took her eyes from me.

I smiled as I could see that because of the erotic buildup, Chloe was already so close to her first orgasm; however, I was not the only one who knew this as Mistress Misha withdrew her finger, licked it and exclaimed: "Ok, my love, I think you are ready."

The absence of stimulus made Chloe whimper, but then her eyes suddenly widened as she looked to me.

She turned to Mistress Misha. "Just a moment", she leant down to me and kissed me softly. "My love, although I am getting the pleasure tonight, this evening is completely for your benefit."

She kissed me again and returned to her position, nodding to Mistress Misha, who promptly strode out of the room.

I had a strong feeling I knew now what was to come as the memory I had been struggling with was taking form; however, I needed one more piece of information before I was certain. That information revealed itself soon enough as I heard the unmistakable tapping of stilettos heralding the return of Mistress Misha.

This time, however, she was not alone. As she walked through the door, her right hand was trailing behind her; it took a moment for her hand to come into view. My breath caught as I saw her hand was gripped around a very large, erect, black cock, the owner of which was being led into the room by said cock.

I let out an involuntary gasp as the memory of one of my first Hotwife fantasies was being realised.

"And the penny drops!" My eyes shot up to Chloe's to see a big, beautiful, beaming smile. "I wanted to give me the other fantasy you had; you have given me so many that I thought it was your turn." She blew me a kiss, then inhaled sharply as her latest toy moved in behind her, allowing his very large protuberance to nuzzle into her soft behind.

Before we started in the Hotwife lifestyle, I had two fantasies which were a constant companion; the first and simplest was the first adventure we took, which kept me fuelled for a long time. It still makes me grin when I think back, even now after everything we have experienced together.

My heart and cock both leapt as I realised Chloe was gifting me my second fantasy.

Wrenching my mind back to the real fantasy happening in front of me, I saw her lover snake his dark arms up to her breasts while he kissed her neck. I marvelled at the contrast in skin tones; the dark against Chloe's English rose complexion was striking.

Chloe was lost in the moment, and I was lost in her. I glanced down and saw Chloe's hands move behind her; she let out a gasp as she ran her hands down his full length. Chloe was used to large members; I would consider myself above average at 7", and through our adventures she has experienced all different sizes, from short and fat to long and thin and everywhere in between. Until now, the biggest she had experienced was Alan, who reliably informed us he was 10" long by 6" round; Chloe enjoyed his but confided that it was too big for her.

This new toy, however, must have been a good 2 or 3" longer than Alan and as thick as a Coke can. I winced at the thought of her being stretched so much, not for any selfish reason but because I never want her to not enjoy herself.

I was lost in my own visual wanderings when I felt the oversized armchair I was sitting in move. I turned to see Mistress Misha had sat on the arm of my chair and was watching me with a grin. "Do you think she will like him?" she asked.

I nodded slowly, then remembered her instructions "Oh, erm, yes, Mistress, I think she will love him."

She dropped down next to me, and with her lips almost touching my ear, she whispered, "Your wife has shared your boundaries with me; she says this evening is for you, so I will try to make it as pleasurable as I can. However, I will be testing your limits slightly, so don't expect an easy ride. If for some reason you are not happy, your safe words are Amber if you want me to back off and Red if you want to stop. Both Chloe and Jacob know these and will respect them completely.

I turned my eyes away from Chloe to Mistress Misha "Thank you, Mistress."

She smiled and turned back to Chloe and her lover, "Now, Chloe, I think it is time you show your husband how to suck a cock as big as that."

Chloe smiled and dutifully dropped to her knees. She positioned herself side on to Mistress Misha and I; her lover moved to face her, his cock started at her eye level, but because of his size and gravity it bent down to below her chin.

She reached out with her left hand and gripped him at the base, her fingers unable to circle him completely, her wedding and engagement rings catching the light perfectly. She turned to look at me with shock on her face "Baby, I think this may be too much," she pouted ", but for you I will try to have fun."

I glanced at Mistress Misha, who nodded, giving her permission. "Thank you, honey. I understand your sacrifice, and I hope you can find it in you to be stoic and try to have a little fun."

Chloe smiled before lifting her head to him. She slowly, seductively licked from the base of his shaft to the very tip before swirling her tongue all over the head. Her first attempt at taking him in her mouth was limited to about half of his head.

Mistress Misha stood and walked to them. She gently placed her hand on my wife's head. "Go on, honey, you can take more than that." She applied a small amount of pressure to her head as she gripped Chloe's hand and moved it up and down his cock. With her support, Chloe took his whole head in her mouth this time.

Mistress Misha looked at me, wanting to gauge my reaction to my wife wrapping her mouth around such a large object; by the look on her face, she was not disappointed. She stood upright. "Chloe, honey," she beckoned. Chloe extracted the cock from her lips. "Do you think hubby is a little overdressed for this situation?"

Chloe looked over at me, winked and said, "Mistress Misha, I always think he is overdressed!"

Mistress Misha laughed, "Well, hubby, I think your wife has made the decision; time for you to lose the clothes"

Without hesitation, as I was not going to risk missing this for anything, I stood and began undressing; however, in an attempt to regain some small dignity, I took my own sweet time and was pedantically methodical.

First I unfastened the laces on each shoe, then took them both off, picked them up and placed them off to the side of the room so no one would trip! Next I took off each sock in turn and balled them up together, then went and placed them in my shoes.

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, took it off, folded it and placed it neatly on the small table off to the side. I looked from Chloe to Mistress Misha and smiled at the frustration evident on both their faces; next I took my belt out of my trousers, rolled it up and placed it in one of my shoes.

I was just starting to unfasten my trousers when I heard my wife, "For fuck's sake, baby, I am dying here; I need to see how pleased you are with me."

I smiled, "All good things come to those who wait!"

Mistress Misha barked, "Hubby, enough games; lose the rest now, or you can leave!" I knew I had pushed the limit enough, so still smiling, I dropped my trousers and boxers in one movement. I heard Chloe sigh, "There he is, hi sweetie, you coming out to play hmm!"

Mistress Misha shook her head, "There is no playing for him unless I allow it."

Chloe's mouth opened in shock, looking at me with a seductive smile. "Ooh, baby, you will need to be on your very best behaviour for later!"

I sat back down on the sofa as Chloe returned to trying to get as much as possible of his cock in her mouth. Mistress Misha sat back down next to me, leaned in and whispered: "Your wife is a good cock sucker; I can't wait to see her take him." I nodded my head and felt my cock twitch at the thought.

Mistress Misha must have noticed the movement, as I suddenly felt a finger circle around the head of my cock. I looked down to see her finger spreading around the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from me.

"Hmm, I will need to keep a close eye on you; your wife is going to get her brains fucked out by a huge cock, and I want to make sure you don't overwork yourself." She was stroking me faster now, looking at my face, my attention split between not wanting to miss anything with Chloe and not understanding what was happening with Mistress Misha.

With the tension and erotic nature of everything happening and the speed at which Mistress Misha was pumping my cock I was seconds away from release. In those few seconds, I lived a true quandary: if I said I was near cumming I would prolong myself, but I would have broken the rules and would face punishment. Or do I say nothing and orgasm, facing whatever punishment that action may bring.

At the very moment my balls tightened, ready to release, there was a vacuum of touch. Mistress Misha had unceremoniously released her grip on me; my cock twitched, looking for those last couple of strokes to allow release, but to no avail.

A sinister chuckle came from my right. "You see, hubby, I am in complete control of your pleasure for this evening. I will give you pleasure, and I will take it away as I see fit!" She smiled at me, then turned to the lovers.

"Now I think it is time you both retire to the sofa. I have a job for hubby to help prepare you for that" She pointed to the monster my wife was lovingly stroking.

"You!" She said, pointing at her lover, "Relax on the sofa, Chloe honey; you can carry on as you were." She turned her attention back to me. "And you, hubby, can get on your back and prepare your wife for the fuck of a lifetime."

I needed no further instruction as I slid off my chair and crawled to my wife on my hands and knees. She let go of the monster and flung her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. I shared her embrace, but inwardly I grimaced slightly at sharing his taste. "Oh baby, I hope you love this night. I really wanted to do something for you, and this came to mind."

With a flash of worry, she continued, "Are you good? Is this what you want?"

I nodded. "Yes, honey, this is an amazing present. Thank you. Now get back to enjoying that whilst I get to the job I have been given."

She smiled at me, kissed me on the nose, then released me. I lay on my back behind her and slid my head beneath her now dripping pussy, the smell emanating was intoxicating. Her pussy was almost pulsing with arousal as I extended my tongue forward to gently touch her clit.

Her reaction was instantaneous; there was a muffled moan, and she dropped onto my face, forcing my tongue deep inside her. I took the hint and began delving deeper, trying to find that one spot.

Within a couple of attempts, I found it and began rubbing my tongue against it. Chloe responded by grinding her pussy against my face and mouth, responding to my ministrations. I only heard muffled sounds as her thighs were securely clamped around my head, covering my ears. I was, however, able to ascertain that she was enjoying the attention she was receiving from me.

Without any real conscious thought, my hand found its way to my cock and started stroking. I quickly felt a sharp slap on my hand and a distant voice, "I know you are enjoying the task I have given you; however, as I have said, your pleasure is mine to give."

There was a giggle from Chloe as I sighed my frustration into her pussy. Shortly after, I noticed a change in Chloe's movements and sounds and knew she was close to her first orgasm. I felt a sense of pride and reassurance that her first of the night would be from me. With this in mind, I increased my resolve and intensified my actions.

At the same time, I felt a hand wrap around my cock and begin to pump it furiously; the sensations this gave were both amazing and dangerous. I knew with that pace and grip I would not last very long. My hips began to buck without control from me, and I was groaning my imminent release deep into my wife. Suddenly, again, as I reached the point of release, there was a vacuum of sensation. It was not only as if her hand had been removed, but it was as if all sensation had been stopped.

Frustration racked my body, and I was sure that I had reached the point of no return when I felt a sharp sensation just under the head of my cock. Instantly all imminent thoughts of release dissipated. I later found out that Mistress Misha understood my situation and gave me a quick, sharp flick on the frenulum just under the head of my cock. She explained this technique is used by doctors to make a member go flaccid quickly.

With no sign of release for me, I returned my attention to Chloe and through the change in her noises, I understood that she had removed his cock from her mouth so she could better focus on her impending rush. Wanting that final trick to push her over the edge, I clasped her ass to further push her down onto me and with the index finger of my right hand, I pushed into her rose bud.

Almost in sync, as my finger broke the barrier, her orgasm crashed into her. Normally, her first orgasm of an adventure is not the strongest as she is still in the warm-up phase. However, this time was different, as my face and neck were flooded with her juices as they sprayed over me, almost drowning me most blissfully.

Chloe collapsed forward, allowing a rush of cool air into my lungs. Chloe was panting heavily as she slowly used her unsteady legs to lift off me and sit to the side. She looked down at me. "Oh baby, I am so sorry. I think the whole situation and your expert tongue just did it for me."

I sat up and smiled. I first looked to Mistress Misha, who nodded for me to proceed. "What a rush; that was amazing and hopefully not the last of the night?" I panted.

Chloe pulled my face to her and kissed me tenderly. With her hands on my cheeks, she kept her face close and whispered with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, thank you, my love. I can't believe just how lucky I am to have someone in my life who lets me play but can still make me weak at the knees. I love you so much."

Mistress Misha chimed in at this point, "Ok enough of the lovey-dovey stuff. I think hubby has finished his task; are you ready for this monster cock?"

I looked at Chloe and saw nervousness. "Erm, I think I am ready to try!"

I nodded "You will be fine; go have fun."

I sat back, allowing Chloe room to move. Mistress Misha spoke softly, "Chloe, honey, why don't you sit back on the sofa where he was, and he can then kneel between your legs. Hubby, while she gets used to the size, why don't you sit next to her and hold her hand."

I nodded "There is no place I would rather be, Mistress!"

Chloe lay back, opening her legs wide, reaching out a hand for me. I took my rightful place by her side and kissed her forehead softly. Her lover lined himself up; I looked down and gave a small gasp at the sheer size of him.

Mistress Misha stood beside me, watching the show as her lover lined up. Mistress Misha spoke, "Hubby, why not make yourself useful while you are there and lift her leg so she has more room."

Almost without thought, I picked up her thigh and rested it over my lap; seconds later, I had a prime seat as her lover nudged the head of his cock into her. She gasped more from arousal than from stretching, as he still had not penetrated her.

Slowly he pushed further, allowing my wife to swallow the head of his cock, her breath caught as he slid an inch further before pulling out almost completely, allowing Chloe to relax. It wasn't until Chloe breathed out again that I realised I'd been holding my breath too.

The next slow push in brought another couple of inches deeper into her. This time her hand tightened its grip on mine. I giggled, which caused Chloe to look at me "What's so funny?"

I shook my head and looked up at Mistress Misha; she nodded approval for me to speak. " Oh, nothing really. I just remembered the last time you gripped my hand this tightly was when our youngest was born."

Chloe slapped my shoulder. "Jason, that is so wrong," she admonished "however his head wasn't much bigger!" she smirked.

I leant down and kissed my wife as she again felt the vacuum left by his withdrawing. The next in stroke earned a moan from Chloe as he passed his previous depth. He continued now until about two inches remained of his cock. Chloe placed a hand on his chest. "Whoa, I am full!"

She looked up at me "Baby, I can feel him touch my cervix. I am so full." I smiled back with what I hoped were loving eyes.

Now that he had found his mark, he pulled out with more impetus and began gently thrusting in and out. Chloe's moans were becoming louder and more laboured; still holding my hand for dear life, she moaned, "Oh fuck baby, I have never felt so full!"

I now became aware that Mistress Misha was no longer standing to my side. I turned away from the action to see her sitting on the other sofa now without her thong, slowly playing with her pussy. She saw me looking and smiled, "I think your wife is getting used to the size now. Why don't you come over here and help me!"

I looked down at Chloe, who nodded back at me. I stood and moved back to my place next to Mistress Misha. My gaze never once left my wife as she was pummelled by this monster cock, her face contorted in blissful agony, my cock throbbing at the very sight, sounds and smells.

As I sat engrossed in my wife's pleasure, I felt movement beside me. Wrenching my attention away, I saw Mistress Misha had draped her left leg over my lap, exposing her shaven pussy to me. I glanced to her eyes, wanting to receive instructions. She smiled, "Well, get to it!"

My arousal-addled brain didn't compute what she meant as I stared at her dumbfounded. She reached out and took my hand. "Hubby, my cunt isn't going to finger itself!"

My hand was placed on her pussy, the warm, wet feeling under my fingers was inviting. My fingers moved like automatons, finding their way to the most sensitive areas. All the while, my attention was focused on Chloe being pumped by that enormous cock.

My fingers were rubbing Mistress Misha's clit, eliciting heavy breathing and moaning in reaction; my own cock was screaming for release, but I was not going to break the rules and miss out on even one second.

There was a moan next to me, "Ohh, Chloe, hubby has magical hands"

Chloe grinned at me and nodded in between thrusts, "Ohh, fuck, don't, I, know, it!" Her eyes rolled back into her head at this point. "Oh fuck I am cummmmiiiinnnnggggg" Chloe screamed as her body convulsed.

There was a loud moan from beside me as my fingers felt Mistress Misha's pussy pulse as she mirrored Chloe with her first orgasm. My focus now momentarily on Mistress Misha, I wanted to make a good impression, so I doubled my efforts through her orgasm. Until now my fingers had concentrated on her clit, but as her body jolted with pleasure I slipped first one then two fingers inside her looking for that sweet spot.

The action of simply entering her made her gasp; seconds later, her breath caught again as a lightning bolt arced as my fingers connected with her G-spot. "Oh fuck, yes, just there, oh my fucking god, keep going!" she panted through her instant return to orgasmic bliss. My fingers worked in a blur, keeping the perfect pressure and friction; her eyes closed as her breath came in shallow bursts interspersed with spasms as her body dealt with the waves of orgasm.

I glanced at Chloe, who was lying back watching me. "Baby, don't be so cruel; you need to let her come around at least!" The admonishment acknowledged; I slowly withdrew my fingers.

Mistress Misha's body slumped back into the chair as her eyes slowly opened. "Fuck that was insane," she murmured almost drunkenly.

Chloe laughed "You should try his tongue," she exclaimed.

Mistress Misha giggled. "Maybe I need to try that next," she exclaimed, looking at me. She turned to Chloe. "Chloe Honey, I think hubby might like to see you ride that big black cock. What do you think?"

Chloe, now flushed and glistening with sweat, only nodded. Her lover withdrew from her with an audible plop, which made Chloe giggle with embarrassment.

Mistress Misha took hold of my cock, "Come, hubby, I think you need to move to a better position for this." I stood at her direction; she pointed to the floor opposite the sofa. "Kneel there!" she ordered.

Dutifully, I complied, kneeling in front of my wife's lover as she knelt to the side of him, trying again to take him in her mouth.

Mistress Misha knelt behind me "Open your legs a bit and get comfortable," she purred into my ear. " Now, Chloe darling, why don't you mount that fine stud and give hubby a view to remember.

Chloe nodded, smiled and winked at me before throwing her right leg over his lap. Her welcoming pussy was hovering teasingly close to his cock. I gave a slight gasp as I saw her feed her left hand down and grip him tightly, lining him up before tantalisingly slowly she dropped down onto his shaft.

My breath caught in my chest as my heart seemed to want to beat its way out. The vision encompassed my whole field of view; I was aware of nothing other than the sight of my wife engulfing this monster cock now with ease.

I was brought back to reality with Mistress Misha's dulcet tones close to my ear, "Is it everything you had hoped, seeing your wife drop onto a magnificent huge black cock?"

I nodded, "Oh yes!" Suddenly, I felt a pain in my scrotum and looked down to see her hand tightening around my balls. Panicked, I racked my brain, wondering what was happening, before a small voice in my head muttered the words that I duly voiced. "Sorry, Mistress, I mean yes, Mistress!"

The pressure was released. "That's better, hubby; don't forget your manners."

I turned my attention back to Chloe to see her riding her lover like he was a bucking bronco, fully lost in her own world of lust and sensuality. Mistress Misha's hand returned to my cock, but this time softly as she began to stroke me, slowly at first, but soon she was keeping rhythm with Chloe. " Hmm, doesn't it get you all excited seeing your wife enjoying a cock as wonderful as his?

By the feel of yours, I don't think you would last very long if you were in his place." I shook my head; the eroticism of my fantasy coming true was keeping me in a constant state on the edge of release. This was not helped by Mistress Misha's touch. I knew release wasn't imminent, it wouldn't be allowed, so I tried to hold back as long as I could, giving me more time to enjoy the sights, sounds, and touch.

As expected, just as I was about to reach the point of no return, she released my cock. The absence of the sensation caused my cock to twitch as if searching for the release we both yearned for.

Mistress Misha let out an evil laugh as she stood and returned to the chair we'd been using recently. "Hubby, I think Chloe needs some time to focus on her own pleasure, so why don't you come here and put that tongue to use!" As she finished talking, she lifted her left leg over the arm of the chair, exposing her glistening mound to me.

Not wanting to disappoint, I crawled over on my hands and knees, lining myself up with my target. I glanced up to see a smirk of satisfaction on her face. "Your sexy wife tells me you have a magic tongue; show me!"

I began by teasing her, kissing and licking my way up and down her thighs and around her outer folds, all the time distracted by what my wife was up to. Mistress Misha grabbed my face with her hands. "Hubby, the longer it takes you to focus, the more time your wife will have without you seeing! Now concentrate on the job at hand and do it well!"

I nodded and dropped my head back, I was emotionally torn, I needed to return my focus back to Chloe, but I knew if I didn't perform well it would take longer. However, I am a perfectionist and hate giving a job less than my best, which in this case would mean spending more time.

In the end, I trusted that Mistress Misha would control the situation enough to ensure I didn't miss anything important.

I returned to the job at hand and continued to gently tease her until I heard the telltale moans of arousal. First I just flicked at her clit with my tongue, each time smiling as her body twitched.

After I felt she was warmed up enough, I used my tongue to investigate her clit in more detail before sucking it into my mouth, drawing back the hood and allowing my tongue full access to this sweet treat.

Her response was intense but expected; her back arched and her pelvis lifted off the seat "Oh fuck, that feels amazing," she growled through quickened breathing.

I held her at this level for what felt like forever, with the constant sounds of my wife's pleasure ringing in my ears. From what I could hear, I believed Chloe had two further orgasms while riding her lover's cock.

The frustration was beginning to become overwhelming as I was not able to focus on my wife as I wanted. With a new resolve, I shifted gear in an attempt to get back to my wife and my own pleasure. While I had her clit still in my mouth, I slipped first one finger into her, closely followed by a second.

With my fingers curled, I quickly found her pleasure button again and began rubbing it, alternating the movement of my fingers. Her hips began to thrust forward in an effort to gain more pleasure from me. I could hear her groaning and crying out as her orgasm built. I was inwardly smiling, knowing I was about to unleash her orgasm but only on my command.

As she reached the point of release, she was crying out, telling the whole world how amazing my mouth was and how she was in heaven. Wanting to prolong the moment further, I backed off the intensity, leaving her teetering.

I felt her hands on the back of my head, thrusting my face deeper into her. Grinning, I held my nerve, expertly keeping her cresting the never-breaking wave until the dynamic of our short relationship shifted momentarily as she uttered those immortal words, "p-please, please, let me cum!"

I held her there for a short moment longer before allowing release. I quickly changed the motion of my fingers from rubbing her G-spot to thrusting in and out, while with my free hand I thrust a finger into her rosebud. The explosion of orgasmic pleasure which followed was monumental; my face was awash with her nectar, her breath caught in her chest and her body almost bent double, contorted into an unnatural form.

I held the pace and ferocity of my actions as her orgasm crashed through her. Where I would normally slow or back off to allow her to regain control, this time I kept pushing her, forcing another orgasm to arrive in quick succession.

Once I felt my reputation was upheld sufficiently, I slowed, allowing her to descend from the peak of orgasm. Her hands now limp on the back of my head, I was able to extricate myself. I looked up and saw a face of pure ecstasy, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow.

I took the opportunity to turn and check on Chloe, only to find that she had stopped riding her lover in favour of watching me. When our eyes met, I was awash with immense love and pride.

"That's my husband; I think she may go a little softer on you now!" She blew me a kiss and returned to her own pleasure-seeking.

In my periphery, I heard, "Oh no, she won't, but god damn that was insane! Well done hubby."

I turned to see Mistress Misha looking back at me "Your wife was correct; you do have a magic tongue, but we need to get back to the event at hand!"

Her eyes moved to Chloe "Chloe darling, I know you are enjoying yourself, but I think a change in position is required."

Chloe nodded absently "I agree; my legs are beginning to tire in this position," she exclaimed in between thrusts.

Chloe extricated herself from her lover and stood on very shaky legs, worried she might fall, I rushed to her side to hold her up. She wrapped her arms around my waist and whispered, "Are you having fun, baby?" I nodded, looking down into her beautiful eyes.

I was lost in her beauty; her hair was plastered to her face with sweat, and her cheeks, forehead, neck and chest were a deep red with arousal and exertion. However, knowing what this meant allowed me to see the beauty of the scene. I was thrust back into the moment by a nudge from Chloe, "Baby, you are wanted."

I turned my head to see Mistress Misha glaring at me "Now I have your full attention!" she admonished.

I bowed my head "Apologies, Mistress!"

With a scornful look, Mistress Misha continued with her instructions, "Hubby, you will sit on this end of the sofa" I nodded and sat as directed. "Now, Chloe honey, I think it is time hubby got close up attention as you are taken from behind. Please remember, though, not to touch his thing," she said, with a look of disgust on her face as she pointed to my throbbing cock.

Chloe pouted, "Oh, but I love it so much."

Mistress Misha shook her head. "No, we don't want any accidents, do we?"

Still pouting, Chloe walked towards me. She stood in front of me, looking me up and down, licking her lips. I want to say I played it cool, but I didn't.

I looked over her body slowly from her feet to her head, my mouth agape with a constant gasp at her beauty. Her body betrayed her 'just fucked' status, which I always find so erotic.

Our eyes met as she knelt to my side, her arms wrapped around my neck as she kissed me lovingly with a passion only we could share.

Our kiss finished just in time for me to have a full view as her face twisted into contorted pleasure as her lover slid into her now accommodating pussy. I giggled slightly as she exhaled in response to his thrust as if his cock was taking up space and pushing the air out.

As he began thrusting into her again, she dropped her head onto my lap mere inches from my cock, so close I could feel her breath as she panted in time to his movement. My breathing seemed to synchronise with hers as I stroked her hair and watched her ass cheeks wobble every time he pushed inwards; I could hear a slapping sound, but I could not decide if it was from his abdomen or his balls slapping into Chloe.

I felt a soft movement by my ear "I bet you are loving the view, seeing your wife having her brains truly fucked out by that big cock. I bet you could cum right now, couldn't you?" Mistress Misha whispered. I moaned softly and nodded.

A soft, almost inaudible but terrifying laugh followed. "Let's see if we can get you just a little bit closer." Her hand snaked down my torso, her fingers wrapped around my now glowing cock one finger at a time.

My arousal level hit the roof while my terror at what was to come raised my blood pressure to where I could hear my own heartbeat. There was no subtlety now with her movements; she chose short bursts of pumping before flicking her hand away just as I was about to reach release. There would be a short rest before her hand would return; the pain in my scrotum was beginning to make me feel nauseous. Just as I was about to cry out for her to stop, she seemed to sense my limit "I think that will do for now, hubby," she whispered with a menacing tone.

I winced at the pain and frustration I was feeling at that moment, being denied the release I so dearly needed. I resigned myself to the fact that her lover would not be lasting much longer; then I would get my much-deserved reward.

At this point, Chloe raised her head from my lap; her face showed her exhaustion as her lover kept up his relentless pace behind her. She flung her arms around my neck again and kissed me hard before resting her head on my shoulder.

I could see Chloe was tired, and the sensations she felt earlier were no longer having the same effect on her. Later, she would describe this moment as, with the continued friction of his thrusts, she had developed a slight numbness which stopped her from reaching her final orgasm.

She held her face close to mine and whispered, "Baby, I need to cum so badly, can you help me!" Instantly knowing what she needed, I shifted my position so I was no longer head-on to her but was side on with her leaning across my lap.

I slowly threaded my hand down her body, across her pendulous breasts, across her sweat-sheened abdomen which was twitching with the effort her core muscles were sustaining. Finally, I reached my target and began to rub her clit, slowly at first as if announcing my presence but gaining speed to quickly match the rhythm of her lover's thrusts.

Chloe responded by arching her back and crying out, "Oh fuck, that is exactly what I needed. Keep going, baby, your fingers are amazing." I took the opportunity to look up at her lover and saw the telltale signs that he was nearing his own release.

Not knowing what had been discussed and not wanting to be punished at this crucial moment, I looked up to Mistress Misha. As if sensing my question, she queried, "Chloe Honey, I think hubby wants to know where this big black cock is going to finish."

Chloe looked up at me and between thrusts "Oh-baby-I-need-it-in-side-me!" I looked up at him and nodded once. Her lover smiled and raised his pace further, causing Chloe to collapse back onto my now achingly sore member. I could feel the heat being generated by it even at a distance.

I think Chloe also felt the heat and pulsating rod as she reached out to grab it; subconsciously, I winced, causing her to frown at me before realisation hit. Chloe had seen me like this on a couple of previous occasions, so understood the pain I was beginning to feel. Out of utmost love, she released me gently, but with a devious smile she proceeded to lick up from the base to the head.

Watching my wife taunt me so was conflicting, as she was revelling in my discomfort, but was showing me her love by doing it. Just then I noticed the signs she was getting close to what would be her last orgasm of the adventure.

Now was my turn to take on a devious grin as I moved my hand away from her and stopped rubbing her clit. The resulting whimper was akin to a scolded puppy. Her soulful eyes flicked up to meet mine, trying to understand the sudden lack of sensation.

She saw my mile-wide smile and mouthed "fuck!" After a moment she begged "Please baby I need this, I am so close, please your fingers are the thing I need to cum, please baby." She raised her head to rest it on my shoulder, quietly sobbing "please" through the thrusts.

I glanced at her lover and saw he was about to release; with a quick flick of the finger, I returned to her clit. I felt her body tense and begin to shake, her whispers into my ear quickly turned to incoherent screams as she turned her head away.

Her lover's movements became erratic before he shuddered and buried his cock as deep into my wife as he could. His release into her was the final stimulus for Chloe to crash into the wall that was her greatest orgasm of the night. Within seconds, her body was convulsing and her breathing ragged as she lost consciousness. Sensing this was coming, I held her up, allowing her to slowly rest back in my lap.

Her lover finally finished sending rope after rope of hot cum deep into my wife, fell backwards to lay back on the other end of the sofa. The first and only words he spoke that evening were aimed at me: "Man, you are so lucky to have a hot and sexy wife like that. Thank you for sharing."

I tried to speak, but the emotion running through me at that moment ripped my voice out of my body, so I was left to smile and nod like a village idiot.

Chloe's breathing settled back into a more normal rhythm as she regained consciousness. Her eyes opened and instinctively sought out the reassurance she so urgently needed. Latching onto my face and seeing only joy and love, her body seemed to relax.

She raised herself onto her haunches, sweat glistening over her body and seductively dripping down between her breasts. She took on her normal innocent look she gets after an adventure when different emotions are raging between both of us. Her need for reassurance that I am happy and her desire to be certain of my happiness result in a docile 'butter wouldn't melt' look.

She leaned in to kiss me but stopped inches away; she looked at Mistress Misha, who smiled and nodded approval. Everything melted away as my beautiful wife kissed me with a passion and devotion which she keeps only for me. I heard my heart pound as I felt the tenderness of her kiss; her arms snaked around my neck. In this one action, she was showing me I was still the most important person in the room.

Eventually we broke the kiss and just stared into each other's eyes, breathing together. She whispered only for my hearing, "I love you so much." I felt the sofa move and became aware of the other people in the room; at the same time, Chloe leaned back, taking in her surroundings at last.

Her head was directed to her right by the long, dark finger of her lover resting on her chin; she giggled, "Hey there!" before being enveloped in a deep kiss. Breaking the kiss, her lover stood upright and extended his hand to me, smiling. I reached out and shook his hand, nodding my appreciation. He nodded once back at me and silently left the room.

Chloe pouted back at me "Erm, lover, I think it is time you reclaimed me; however, take it easy, as I am a bit sore."

Her face dropped as I shook my head "Sorry, honey, but I am quite sore from all the attention; I seem to have built up a bit of a backlog."

She laughed "Oh, poor baby, I am sure we can find a gentle way to clear your blockage."

There was a noise to my left, "Ahem!" My head instinctively turned to look at Mistress Misha, dawning look coming to my features. "Sorry, Mistress."

The words left my mouth as if on their own volition. She laughed, "Relax, hubby; it is over. You don't need to call me Mistress Misha now; my real name is Brenda. I just wanted to offer to help, as it was me who put you in this position!" Her face broke into a mischievous smile.

I looked to Chloe for guidance; she shrugged her shoulders "It will give me some time to recover before I am yours again."

Chloe stood and moved back to the end of the sofa to provide herself with a better view. Mistress, I mean Brenda, knelt in front of me. She looked at my almost glowing cock and winced "Wow, I'm sorry I didn't think you had been edged that much."

I smiled "It is not the worst I have had" I threw Chloe a quick look and saw embarrassment flash across her face.

Brenda gently took me in her hand and slowly massaged me up and down. She brought her head close and licked up and down before swirling her tongue around my swollen head. She looked me in the eye as her mouth lowered down my length, stopping about halfway before returning to just the tip in her mouth.

I could feel her actions were gentle and more reserved than she would normally use, but the effect was perfect for my current state. I was already at a heightened level of arousal after everything that had happened this evening, so it was only a few minutes of this tender attention before I felt the stirrings of my orgasm.

Brenda seemed to sense my imminent eruption, so quickened her pace; her mouth was now firmly clamped over my cock as her mouth and hand were working in unison. With a final painful surge, I orgasmed harder than I had in quite some time; my body went rigid as my cock pulsed over and over with streams of thick liquid.

Brenda held my cock in her mouth while she hoovered every last drop out of me. Once she was sure there was no more cum left, she moved back and swallowed while smiling, "Hmm, that was fun. You really did need that, didn't you? I will need to remember that for next time."

She moved away to sit in the chair I had started the evening in. Still in a befuddled post orgasm state, I was faintly aware of voices but not conscious enough to understand the conversation. The murmur of voices continued for a couple of minutes until my brain caught up and understood Chloe and Brenda were discussing how the adventure had gone.

I was rudely brought out of my haze by a kick in the thigh from Chloe; my eyes turned to her "Baby, earth to Jason, Brenda is asking you a question."

Snapping out of my haze, I turned to Brenda "I'm sorry, Mistress." There was laughter, which confused me momentarily until my brain engaged and reminded me that she was now Brenda. I smiled "Sorry, Brenda, I am still a little fuzzy."

She smiled "I was asking if the reality lived up to your fantasy?" I nodded "Oh God, yes, and more. Thank you for being part of this, and please thank the gentleman."

I realised I never heard his name earlier when Brenda mentioned it. Brenda smiled "his name is Jacob, and I will pass along your thanks."

The conversation lasted for a couple of minutes more before Brenda made her excuses and left. Chloe, now wearing a robe, showed her to the door, returning moments later. She stood in front of me and took my hand, trying to make me stand "Where are we going?" I asked as I stood.

Chloe leaned in and kissed me softly before whispering, "It is time for you to take back what is yours. Come on, stud and reclaim your wife!"

Ever the dutiful husband, I complied!