Sissy Bimbo is Finally a Cuckold

"Wake up, Bimbo. It's your big day." M cheerfully announced, deflecting the focus from her own tingling arousal. She knew the coming evening was all about her, about two very different men desperately wanting her, her body and her attention. But it was easier to frame it as her husband's fantasy. After all, she wouldn't have considered Conrad's proposition to become his mistress if Ed hadn't spent three decades normalising her having sex with other men through his perverse fantasies. She wouldn't have given a second thought to her husband's average dick and lack of staying power if he hadn't made her watch all that porn or read his perverted letters. M was a good girl and giving her sex-obsessed husband his fantasy was part of her duties as a good wife.

But M knew the truth. She wanted the attention and she wanted the sex. She'd sometimes feel a bad girl spark into life when she became aroused, but she'd kept her under tight control. Most of the time.

When Ed had worn her dirty knickers for a wank she pushed him to buy his own. She soon had him cleaning the kitchen floor in a maid's costume, panties tight over his balls. After she'd got him to suck a dildo and lick his own spunk from the tiled floor, she began to understand the extraordinary power of her secret inner bitch. When he sank onto a dildo, wincing in pain but desperate to prove he was a nympho slut, she knew total control was hers for the taking.

But she wasn't sure she wanted it. M also liked to be told what to do in the bedroom. Perhaps this arrangement with her boss would suit everyone.

His adored wife's cheerful, sexy opening to the day was all Ed needed to feel instantly awake, excited to be alive.

"I hope it's a big day for you too, beautiful Mistress."

"I'm sure it will be, Bimbo. Bring me a coffee and my phone."

"Yes Mistress"

Ed got out of bed, static-infused faux satin clinging to his body, and reached for his bathrobe.

"No, Bimbo. Your stockings and nightie are plenty."

"Yes Mistress"

M was asserting her command, making sure her slave was where he needed to be. Submissive, emasculated, grateful and desperate to cum.

"Don't try to cover up what a nympho slut you are."

"Sorry Mistress"

Ed went down to the kitchen, made the coffee and took it up to his mistress. Before he could set the tray down, M snatched up her phone.

"Goodness me! Conrad says this is how he woke up today, thinking of me."

She turned the screen toward Ed and he saw a very thick, very hard cock. His heart rate increased and the feeling of shame returned. There was no doubt he got aroused by big cocks but he felt sure he wasn't gay, or even bi. It was suitably confusing for his bimbo brain.

"He wants you badly, Mistress."

"More than you do?"

"I don't think that's possible, Mistress."

"You're probably right. But he's certainly going to get what he wants tonight, while you certainly are not. Are you jealous?"

"Of course I am, Mistress! Very!"

"Good."

They sipped their coffee for a couple of minutes, each with their own thoughts about the evening ahead.

M was excited and ready to take the game to another level, but she did have concerns about Ed's ability to deal with the reality. Fucking Conrad would be a bit of fun they could both enjoy. That's all. There was no threat to Ed's status as the love of her life. She was yet to be convinced Ed truly understood that.

Ed was also excited and wanted to take the game to another level, but he had concerns about his own ability to deal with the reality. It was almost certain Conrad would fuck his wife better than she'd ever been fucked before. What if it made her re-evaluate their relationship? Made it impossible for him to ever satisfy her again?

One thing Ed knew for sure was that he couldn't bear to lose the love of his life.

But he also knew she deserved to experience the fire she ignited in men. M's looks were a gift from nature. If she'd chosen to use them to their full extent, in consort with her high intelligence, she could've been Empress of Earth. Instead she'd reserved herself for him and their family. It was a noble and greatly appreciated choice, and Ed knew M wouldn't have been happy if she couldn't focus on their children and making a home, but he also knew such a perfect creature deserved to experience the pleasure her looks gave to the world.

"I think it's best if we stay in character today." said M.

Ed completely agreed. Serving was the only way he could cope with the darker clouds of cuckold angst, and today's forecast was stormy.

"Yes Mistress"

"Thanks to your effort cleaning the house yesterday, your chores will be much lighter today. After your shower you will dress like a tart and wait in the lounge for further instruction."

"Yes Mistress. Whatever pleases you."

"Good girl"

Ed was sitting on a sofa in lace panties, stockings, heels, miniskirt and the small, 'Bimbo Slut' emblazoned t-shirt his Mistress requested.

"Such a cock-tease, Bimbo!"

"Thank you Mistress."

"While I have my shower you will watch some maid porn. Obedient girls being used by big cocks."

"Yes Mistress"

M spent over two hours upstairs, preparing her body for a man very different to her husband. New eyes would see the narrow strip of fur above her smooth crease. New hands would fondle her breasts, hold her hips, stroke her soft skin. A new cock would fill her married pussy. Her naked body was glowing with excitement beneath her bathrobe when she went down to check on her slave.

Although nearly comatose with arousal, his mind spinning, Ed stood up when his superior entered the room.

"Put on the scene you liked best, Bimbo." M demanded, sitting on the sofa. "Then bring me a cup of tea."

"Yes Mistress"

Ed started one where a maid was caught masturbating by two hung guests who proceeded to fill all her holes with meaty shaft.

When Ed returned the scene was well advanced, the maid kneeling between the guests, alternating her sucking between them.

"You love this, don't you naughty girl!" said M, looking at the screen.

"Yes Mistress"

"Would you rather see me in her place, or be in her place?"

"See you, Mistress! Without doubt. It would be incredible."

""And how would you feel if it was you with big hard cocks either side of your face?"

"Excited, Mistress"

"Yes, I know. Excited to be a slut."

"Yes Mistress"

"What if serving cock becomes your only sexual outlet for a while? How would you feel?"

"Humiliated, frustrated, jealous... very jealous, Mistress."

"Jealous of Conrad and his big cock having free use of your wife?"

"Oh god yes, Mistress."

"I think you're also jealous of me, wrapping my fingers around a massive cock, feeling it throb in my mouth, feeling it unload inside me.

It's true, isn't it, Cockslut. Conrad's big cock turns you on."

"Yes Mistress. I can't explain it."

"I can. You're a slut and sluts like cock."

"Yes Mistress"

"You're a dirty little cockwhore. A nympho tart."

"Yes Mistress"

"You want cocks to use your mouth and sluthole as a cum dump, don't you?"

"Oh god Mistress..."

Ed was close to cumming at his wife's performance of The Perfect Bitch.

"You're a bimbo slut who's only purpose is to serve and obey."

"Yes Mistress"

"Good girl."

The doorbell rang, sending a startling jolt of adrenaline through Ed.

"Right on time. Fetch my parcel, Bimbo."

M looked into Ed's eyes, telling him this was a test. Would he humiliate himself to please his Mistress?

Obviously.

"Yes Mistress"

Trembling with acute embarrassment that quickly shrank his hard on, Ed went into the hallway, heels clacking on the wooden floor. He took a deep breath and opened the front door enough to show his face, a sheer shoulder and one arm.

The guy offered the package, his mind on the van he'd left idling in the middle of the street.

"Thanks" said Ed, the word sticking in his dry throat. He took it and quickly closed the door, exhaling his relief. He was pleased he hadn't backed out of complete obedience in fear of a moment of shame that didn't even materialise.

"Good Slave." said M, holding out a hand to receive her parcel. "Was that humiliating?"

Ed saw no value in telling M the courier noticed nothing.

"Yes Mistress. But serving you is more important than my embarrassment."

"That's right. I'm glad you understand that.

I used your Amazon account for these." M began unwrapping one end of the package then peered inside. "Something for me... and something for a bimbo slave." She took an item out, set the parcel to one side, then opened the oblong box. "What do you think of your new panties, Cockslut?" she laughed, holding up a rubber thong with a small dildo moulded to the inside.

"I'm always very thankful for any gift from my Mistress."

"You can see how this works, right? You pull them up nice and tight and this little dick keeps your sluthole ready for anything." M giggled. "Should help you remain focused on your job, shouldn't it, Slut?"

"Yes Mistress. Thank you for thinking of me, Mistress."

Ed was truly thrilled that his wife had made such a kinky purchase. It was more evidence of her comfort with their new relationship as Mistress and Slave.

"Off you go, Bimbo. Change your panties and report back here."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress"

Ed smeared a drop of lube over the phallus then pulled the latex up his sheer legs. The stiff probe slid into his arse and the rubber gripped his balls and dick. He was very turned on.

"Give me a little show, Cockslut." demanded M when he returned to the lounge.

Ed leaned against the mantelpiece and pushed his arse out as much as possible, feeling the dildo press deeper into him. He gave a whimper of arousal that grew into a groan as he wiggled from side to side.

"Can you feel that little dick inside you?"

"Yes Mistress"

"You like that, don't you."

"Yes Mistress"

"Are you a dirty fucking nympho?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Yes, you really are!

I want you to spend the afternoon writing me a begging letter. Telling me what you want to happen between me and Conrad, and why. You'll convince me you want his big cock stretching my pussy and plead for it to happen. You'll beg me to become his slut and tell me what you will give me in exchange.

I will keep the letter in case you ever need a reminder of what you wanted.

Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress"

"I'll call it your cuck contract."

"Yes Mistress"

While Ed arranged his thoughts and scribbled them onto paper, M relaxed on the sofa and removed her item from the parcel. It was a sheer black bodysuit with long sleeves and high cut leg holes. She knew she was going to look hot for her date.

But when she read Ed's 'contract' she knew he wanted it badly, probably more than she did.

"You're a filthy nympho, Bimbo. Sex mad!"

"Yes Mistress"

"I think you should start prepping the food"

"Yes Mistress"

Most of the prep was done when M went to the kitchen to tell her maid she was going upstairs to get ready and didn't want to be disturbed.

"Next time you see me I'll be on a date and you'll be irrelevant staff."

"Ungh. Yes Mistress"

"I expect you to show Conrad into the lounge and make sure he has anything he wants."

Ed could barely speak he was so lost in arousal and confusion.

"Yes Mistress."

When the doorbell rang for the second time that day Ed's legs felt so weak he wasn't sure he could answer it, but of course he did.

He'd seen Conrad only once before and although Ed remembered a big man, he was astonished by the solid bulk that filled the doorway. It was incredible that they were both adult human males and yet one was twice the size of the other.

And the small man's wife had sucked the big man's cock.

"Good evening, Sir. Please come in." said the slave.

"Thanks" Conrad replied, stepping over the threshold.

"Just through there, Sir. On your left." Ed directed, closing the door before following the guest into the lounge.

"Wow. M told me you were a bit of a sissy, but I didn't know you'd gone this far."

"I live to serve, Sir."

"To serve cock. by the look of it. Are you bi or just gay?"

"I'm obedient Sir" Ed replied, not sure that he considered himself bi, despite his fascination with big dicks.

"It's no wonder M needs a real man! Where is my Princess?"

Hearing another man use a pet name for his wife sent daggers into Ed's heart, far more hurtful than being considered not a 'real man'.

"Mistress will be down soon, Sir. Please have a seat. Can I you bring you a drink?"

"A beer"

'Ill -mannered oaf', thought Ed, but nevertheless quickly returned with an opened bottle and a glass on a tray. "Shall I pour it for you, Sir?"

"No. Listen, sissy boy. You know I'm going to fuck your wife tonight, right?"

"Yes Sir"

"And I plan to keep fucking her for the foreseeable future."

"Yes Sir"

"I know you need to get something out of this, but don't think I'll be indulging your gayness. None of that sissy cuck shit, like getting my dick hard for your wife or sucking it clean after I've unloaded inside her. Understand?"

"Yes Sir"

"I would rather you were not involved at all, to be honest. But I know your hot wife needs you to be part of it and, like I said, you need something from the arrangement, so I will keep that in mind."

"Thank you, Sir."

"I have no problem giving you a bit of humiliation, though. Fuck knows you deserve it. Dressed like a slut's favourite Barbie to make dinner for your wife's date! What a fucking perv!"

"Yes Sir"

"Anyway, why don't you go to the kitchen and get on with my dinner. I'm keen to get to dessert."

"Whatever you say, Sir.

If you need anything please ring that bell."

Back in the kitchen Ed was both annoyed and aroused by being ordered out of his own lounge. He knew he had to accept it, as a slave must. His darling wife wanted that man's hefty cock so Ed's job was to make sure she got it.

M gave herself a final once over and, although satisfied with what she saw, she briefly wondered what the hell she was doing. Would her adoring husband cope with this? Was the risk to their settled life and decades-long relationship worth some naughty fun? She remembered how Conrad's massive cock felt in her hand and mouth, how turned on she'd felt kneeling before him, how eager and excited her husband was to be emasculated and serve her.

Too late to back to out now she resolved as she fastened the single button of her jacket to cover her hard nipples, so tightly sheathed beneath the transparent material of her new purchase. She slipped her neat little stockinged feet into a pair of cream stilettos and went downstairs.

"Oh M!" gushed Conrad, springing to his feet when she stepped into the room. "You look stunning!"

"Thank you, Sir" she smiled.

He held her upper arms and kissed both her cheeks in the French style. "So fucking hot, Princess."

"Does the skirt look as good as you hoped?" M asked, causing Conrad to take a step back to appraise her.

"Amazing Baby! Suits you beautifully, like I knew it would."

"Thanks. Did the slave leave me a drink?"

"Not that I noticed."

"Sloppy" she smiled and reached for the bell.

"Let's sit down."

When Ed arrived his wife was sitting on the sofa beside her boss. With one leg crossed over the other, her leather miniskirt revealed a strip of bare flash above her stocking-top. Seeing her like that, beside another man, was 'FUCK!! She's fucking amazing so fucking hot oh god so sexy wearing his skirt bitch oh god yes what a fucking hot sexy fuckbitch so small beside him so sweet so naughty so fucking beautiful Ungh god too erotic so hot too sexy my beautiful erotic sex goddess mistress bitch'

But Ed said "You rang, Mistress'

"Where's my vodka and tonic, Slave?"

"I wasn't sure what you'd want, Mistress. I'll get it now."

"Hurry up!" she demanded.

"Yes Mistress"

When Ed got back with her drink one of Conrad's big hands was resting on M's nylon-wrapped thigh.

"You seemed to enjoy our texts yesterday, naughty girl.' said Conrad.

"Of course I did, Sir."

M knew learning she'd been sexting would inflame her cuckslave and she was correct. Ed's hand shook with excitement as he set her glass on the coffee table, desperate to know what she'd been enjoying.

"How long until dinner, Slave?"

"About half an hour, Mistress."

"Ok. Bye."

"Yes Mistress"

Ed left the room as Conrad said "So you say you're ready for a real cock, Princess?"

Ed kept the kitchen door open, desperately trying to eavesdrop on his wife's date, but the bell soon tinkled and he was told to close it.

Cooking the already prepared ingredients didn't require enough concentration to take the kitchen maid's mind off his Mistress, in their lounge with a huge bull of a man with a huge bull cock she loved sucking, a cock she was desperate to fuck.... Ungh....

Ed felt completely turned on, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. Every cell was tingling and alive. His whole body was a highly frustrated cock, ready to explode at the slightest touch.

The dinner got made and Ed went to tell the dating couple. The lounge door was closed with no sound coming through so Ed knocked.

"Come in, Slave" said his Mistress.

It pained Ed to see his wife sitting against her boss, flushed and eyes sparkling. At the very least there'd been some heavy kissing and over-clothes groping. At that moment all Ed could feel was jealousy.

"Your dinner is served."

"Ok. We'll be there in a minute." M said dismissively.

When the couple arrived Ed was standing behind his chair looking down at the lone sausage on his plate, in contrast to the juicy steak, fries and onions on Conrad's, sea bass and samphire on M's.

"Why have set yourself a place! Slaves don't eat with their masters, do they?"

"No Mistress. Sorry Mistress"

"I should hope you are! Take a bit of salad then go to your shed. Come back in to clear away in half an hour"

"Yes Mistress"

"Could you get any hotter!" Conrad marvelled. "Do you like being a bitch to servants?"

"When they deserve it, Sir, like this presumptuous slut does.

Why are you still here, Bimbo?"

"Sorry Mistress"

Ed was glad he'd deactivated the sensor on the outside light as he tottered along the garden path to the shed. His skimpy outfit gave zero protection from the cold and the temperature was little warmer inside the shed.

Eating the almost nonexistent meal took less than two minutes, giving Ed 28 minutes with nothing to do but shiver and feel jealous.

But at the heart of his misery was a warm glow that came from obeying his Bitch wife, and the lustful ache of wanting her.

He waited 32 minutes to be safe then returned to the warm kitchen, empty of diners. The plates were still on the table but the maid was pleased by how clean they were.

Opening the kitchen door allowed a low murmur from the lounge to confirm the whereabouts of the couple. Despite the strong urge to get closer and hear the conversation, Ed closed the door and began clearing up.

With the dishwasher loaded and the remaining washing up stacked beside the sink, the slave was wiping surfaces when the tinkling bell reached his ears.

M knew it would blow her slave's mind to see how much she was enjoying cuckolding him, so she remained kneeling astride her lover and made sure they were kissing when Ed tapped on the open door. Knowing her husband was witnessing her enjoyment sent another tingling wave down her spine.

"Take two glasses of water to our bedroom and close the windows. Conrad wants to take me up to our bed."

"Yes Mistress"

Ed's heart pounded. Seeing his wife kissing another man was so painful, so humiliating and so unbelievably hot.

"Slave. What do you say to Conrad? Haven't you been longing for a real man to take me to bed?"

"Yes Mistress. Thank you, Sir, for giving my wife the attention she deserves."

"She's going to get some attention all right." Conrad grinned, grabbing handfuls of his P. A's leather-clad arse.

"You have orders, Slave. Hurry up, then wait in the kitchen until told otherwise."

"Yes Mistress"

When M heard high heels descending the stairs and reaching the kitchen tiles she broke the kiss.

"Would you like to see my bed, Sir?"

"Very much, pretty girl."

She climbed off and led her bull to the bottom of the staircase, releasing his fingertips so she could go up first. The hotwife had thrilled her husband with her stockinged legs and up skirt views so assumed Conrad would enjoy a little display.

Halfway up she paused, one foot a step higher than the other, accentuating the curve of her derrière with a gentle push. She could feel the leather tight over her arse, knew her sheer gusset could be seen between stockinged thighs, and Conrad's "Fuck yeah, Baby! So fucking hot!" was the expected response.

Within seconds of reaching the bedroom M was once again on her knees, pulling her prize through her boss's open zip. It was almost hard, just flexible enough to bend through the opening, but quickly became like a steel bar in her small hand. She heard herself moan as she took the end into her mouth, then heard her boss asking if she'd been looking forward to sucking his cock again.

"Oh yes, Sir! So much" she confirmed, immediately refilling her mouth.

"There are lots of things I want to do to you, naughty girl, but right now I need to fuck your married pussy."

"My married pussy needs to be fucked!" M replied, excited to finally feel a big cock inside her, a real, hot, throbbing, big cock rather than the silicone replicas she was used to.

Conrad took her hand as she stood up then lifted her so her natural response was to wrap her legs around him. He tipped her onto the bed and wasted no time ripping open the poppers between her legs.

"I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you, sexy woman."

"I knew this would happen the moment I saw you." replied M, looking down at the enormous shiny glans stroking along her bubbling slit. "Fuck me, Sir! Make my pussy yours."

As the thick meat slowly pushed into her wet tunnel, M had never felt so slutty. She was actually taking another man's cock. Having sex with someone who wasn't her husband, the husband who had served her lover dinner and was now patiently waiting downstairs for her to get fucked in their marital bed.

She winced as the massive member went deeper than she'd thought possible, but almost immediately started an uncontrollable and overwhelming orgasm.

"You needed this big cock, didn't you, Princess." said Conrad as he slid his length slowly in and out of his middle aged secretary's shuddering body.

M was cumming too hard to give her agreement.

When the aftershocks slowed Conrad dragged his thickness from inside M and slapped it against her tummy.

"You've got three options, Hot Slut; keep me hard with your mouth until your pussy is ready for more, offer me your arse, or we finish our affair before it gets started. Your choice."

M knew she wanted more of that hard cock, much more.

"I think I'll need some training before this monster has my arse." she said, reaching for the massive erection now coated with her nectar and strands of froth.

Good M would ask her husband to give his dipped dick at least a cursory wipe before it got near her mouth. Bad M knew sluts don't let anything get in the way of a nice cock so she stuck her tongue out and licked the honey of her own excitement like it was melting ice cream.

The flavour wasn't to her taste but it made her feel very dirty and obedient, another reminder of the slut she'd released.

It only took a couple of minutes of slurping on such a pornographic pole for the bad girl to want it back inside her.

"Can I rub myself against you please, Sir?" she purred.

Conrad smiled down at his eager plaything.

"Strip to your stockings. Keep your heels on."

As she obeyed he removed his clothes.

M felt a trickle running from her wet heat when she saw her boss's huge naked body. So masculine. So different to her husband. He laid back against some pillows, obscenely large cock resting on his hard stomach.

"On you get, naughty girl?"

"Yes Sir."

M straddled her boss, his huge frame spreading her legs much wider than she was used to. She felt the rigid tool pressed along the full length of her slit. Even sitting still it had her on the edge so when Conrad began gently bouncing her up and down to admire her big jiggling tits, she had another small climax.

But rather than satisfying her it made her want more.

Five minutes of Conrad fondling M's big breasts and sucking her perfect, pink nipples had her softly moaning and writhing her splayed pussy against his hardness. The married woman had never felt so turned on.

"You want it inside you, don't you my sex doll."

"Yes Sir. Please." she begged.

"Guide it in."

M raised herself onto her knees and reached between her thighs for the thick cock, slick with her juice. She held the tip against her opening and sank down with a loud moan of discomfort, satisfaction and pleasure.

"Oh Sir! I love your cock!"

"More than your sissy husband's?"

"Incomparable, Sir. Yours is amazing."

"So if you were allowed only one cock, who's would you choose?"

"Yours Sir!"

"Good girl. So your pussy is mine now?"

"Yes Sir. Completely."

M began slowly sliding herself up and down the solid shaft, astonished by how much she loved it, how small and sexy it made her feel. She could already feel another explosion brewing.

Without warning Conrad flipped her onto her back, his cock still inside her. She squealed and giggled but quickly began moaning as he began long, steady strokes, rasping her inner walls with pleasure.

"You are gorgeous, M I'm going to enjoy much more of this body."

She'd ached to be fucked by a big cock that could pump her without pause and she was ecstatic it was now happening.

"It's yours to use whenever want, Sir! Fuck me! Please Sir! Fuck my married pussy!" M was more desperate than she'd ever felt.

"I hope you understand I will be fucking you in my office whenever I get the urge."

"Yes Sir. Whenever and wherever you want me, Sir." she gasped between moans.

"Good girl"

The room was filled with the magical sound of a mating human female nearing climax.

Outside that room a shoeless, jealous, desperately aroused bimbo stood in the dark dripping precum. He couldn't see inside but the soundtrack was driving him to a new level of frustrated lust.

He'd heard his adored wife choose her boss's cock over his without hesitation and since then had been digging his nails into his balls to stave off his release. The mixture of psychological pain and eroticism was intense. His sex Goddess was freeing her inner slut, welcoming her into the open. Hearing M embrace the illicit pleasure, completely independently from him, gave Ed the sensation of reaching a summit.

And now an endless expanse of unexplored territory lay before him.

M's orgasm was longer and more vocal than her husband had ever elicited. Hearing her beg to be fucked between loud, abandoned moans of pleasure was sublime torture for the eavesdropper.

"Where do you want it, my slutty princess?" asked Conrad.

M's pussy needed a break so she was grateful for the choice.

"My tits, Sir."

Conrad moved up her body until his nectar-soaked cock rested between her majestic orbs. M pushed them together, almost engulfing the rigid pole, and Conrad resumed fucking.

"These are lovely tits, Princess. Very nice!"

Moments later the huge tip fired a thick, long rope of cream onto M's neck, then another and another. Each spurt contained far more spunk than Ed would expel in a full climax. Even the last two weaker pulses splattered more jizm than her husband had ever managed. M was literally dripping with cum and she liked it. She wished Ed was there to see how dirty she was, to lick clean her soft skin, to worship and soothe his slutwife.

M felt pleased and reassured by how naturally and quickly her thoughts returned to her husband, despite the incredible pleasure Conrad had just given. She knew Conrad was just a cock. A big, thick, hard cock that pumped gallons of creamy spunk and made her cum harder than she thought possible, but still just a cock.

After crashing onto the bed beside the hot milf and pulling her against him, Conrad basked in the afterglow for a few minutes then stroked her slumbering face.

"You're as sexy as I knew you'd be, pretty girl. You liked getting some real man, didn't you Princess."

"Yes Sir" M croaked, needing more rest to gather her thoughts.

"You're mine now, M. I don't want that sissy having sex with my Mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir"

"Good girl. I'm going to leave you with your husband now. You both need to digest what's happened. I want you to make sure your husband is fully aware of his new place."

"Yes Sir"

M was glad he was going. Her thoughts were now fully focused on Ed. She'd just been fucked in their bed! How was he feeling? Really.

Conrad dressed and bent down to kiss his latest conquest, inwardly amused by the contrast between this well fucked mess and the immaculate P. A. he interviewed a couple of months ago.

"Could you please send the slave up on your way out, Sir?"

"Yes, my pretty girl. Of course."

Ed had quietly slipped back downstairs when his bedroom went quiet. He sat on a kitchen chair, dazed by the overpowering cocktail of conflicting emotion. He wondered if heaven and hell are the same place with only one's own perception defining the experience. It seemed plausible as thoughts of his gorgeous wife cumming on her dickhead boss's thick cock sent him lurching from deep arousal to hollow misery.

Conrad thumped down the wooden staircase, went into the lounge to get his jacket and keys, then sauntered into the kitchen.

"My slut wants you upstairs, Slave. I'll be hooking you up with someone who will appreciate an obedient sissy, but meanwhile hands off my girl. Understand?"

"Yes Sir"

Conrad scoffed and swaggered his way out, closing the door with unnecessary force.

Ed's heart pounded as he went up to see his goddess. Would everything be okay?

When Conrad left Ed's bride she immediately sat up, for no other reason than to let the cum pooled on her neck and chest run down her big tits. She wanted to reward her husband, drive him wild.

"Clean me." she said when he entered the room.

All negativity fell from Ed's shoulders as soon as he saw M's wry smile, her eyes sparkling, her curves dripping.

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress"

His tongue licked in the opposite direction of the drips, the humiliation of the task making him groan.

The spunk had lost much of its viscosity but was still unmistakably semen.

"Is that nice, Bimbo?"

"Yes Mistress" he half lied.

"I came so hard on his big cock. I'm going to want much more of it so you need to get used to the taste of his cum."

"Yes Mistress"

It took Ed a few minutes to lap every trace from his wife's body. There was even a little puddle in her navel.

"All gone, Mistress"

"Good slave. Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Conrad says you're not allowed any sexual contact with me unless he instructs it."

"Yes Mistress. He told me before he left."

"But what he doesn't know won't hurt him, so I'm giving you permission to fuck me. I'm sure you'd like to see if my pussy feels used after being stretched by that very superior cock."

"Oh god yes, Mistress!! Thank you Mistress!"

Ed's dick slipped easily into his wife's wetness and his excitement at her looseness was amplified when M said she could hardly feel him inside her. Less than thirty seconds after his tip dipped between her smooth labia he was ejaculating into his perfect wife.

"Don't tell Sir, will you."

"Of course not Mistress."

"Good slave. Are you grateful?"

"Very grateful, Mistress. I wish it could go on forever."

"You won't be getting much else from me for a while. I'm going to be a good, obedient slut for our Master. You can understand that, can't you Bimbo?"

"Yes Mistress. And I'll continue to be a good, obedient slave for you."

"I know you will.

Bring me a big glass of water. You can wear panties and your pink nightie to bed because you've been such a good girl this evening."

"Thank you Mistress. You're so generous."

"I know I am, Slave."