The Bag Lady and the Domme

============================================================================ The Bag Lady And The Domme Chapter 5 - Night out with hubby becomes a renewed sexual union ============================================================================

"Clarissa, prepare my bath will you?" I asked feeling quite languorous this morning. It was exciting and scary at the same time. Johnnie was due home from his trip away. Genuinely away it turned out this time, not a trip down the road for a clandestine fuckfest of bisexual BDSM. I watched the naked Clarissa - who had spent the past days nude at my instruction - swaying her hips seductively as she walked off to the bathroom. Lovely arse on her,' I thought, if a little striped from the administrations of both myself and Anya, who had shown me some new techniques she had learned with a boyfriend in Ostrava in the Czech Republic. She told me it was a polluted town. The trees nearby grew the weirdest shaped branches, so he had cut down and fashioned a cane from a thin willow that was unlikely to ever grow into the massive ones found in England. She had kept it ever since and Clarissa had had her bottom kissed 12 times by it last night for some minor misdemeanor. She was absolutely stoic bar the little tear that dribbled slowly down her beautiful face. Anya had been given permission to lick it with that sexy pointed tongue of hers before applying the same point to my clitoris. Wow! I came so fast diddling myself as I replayed the scene in my head, then slept a little until... "Your bath is ready Mistress," whispered Clarissa gently to me, ensuring I awoke slowly. I opened one eye to be greeted by the sight of her lovely breasts hanging over me. Her large ring piercings caught the light that was now shining through a crack in the curtains, highlighting her stiff nipple and like a spot light on her firm rounded breasts. How lovely she looked and so arousing that I was tempted to reach up and grasp that marvelous pair in both hands. No, it would never do, Johnnie was back from Japan today and I was going to confront him. I leapt out of bed, clearly to the disappointment of Clarissa whose face and nipples suggested she was up for some play. No, today was meet my new husband day,' I thought. That man I had been married to for so long was a stranger to me. He had had a stash of porno and BDSM gear no more than a meter from me every night and had been fucking, and been fucked, by my neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Colombine at Number 12. So the question in my mind was how best to do it. Did I just blurt it out that he was a duplicitous bastard? Or should I do something else? But what?' I asked myself as I slipped down into our large bath. The warm water caressed my body as my mind focused on the day to come... I heard the front door close and Max, our crazy Pointer, rush around in the demented way he tended to do when a well-loved member of the household arrived. There was the usual Get down!' as his exuberance came close to knocking over the target of his affections. We'd kept promising to take him for obedience lessons, but at that very moment I made it a priority. "Hello?" I heard Johnnie call. "Hello? Anybody there? Max! Get down you bloody stupid hound" I wrapped myself in my old house coat. Didn't want to give the game away, though for some reason my smoothly shaven pussy was absolutely dripping. I descended the stairs, my eyes never taking their eyes off the tight trousered arse of Johnnie. Just like Anya the other week he was bending over a suitcase and placing a plastic bag that was obviously from an airport shop next to it, whilst at the same time trying to shoo our idiot dog away. It was comical at one level, but my head could not clear of the knowledge that his lovely firm arse had taken the stiff cock of Mr. Columbine, my near neighbor. Hell, the thought made me even wetter! I was blushing, yes blushing, at my obscene imaginings. He turned around and then smiled, broadly. "Darling," he greeted, opening his arms wide to invite me to hug him. Passionate kisses had stopped a long time ago I regret to say, and that was I realised more my doing than his. Though we had continued to fuck occasionally, and always in a satisfactory if not fireworks going off' way, kissing like randy schoolchildren had stopped. He continued to talk, with me lost in regrets of how in reality it had been me ending the passion, "You look flushed. Are you alright?" "Er, pardon?" I asked, suddenly aware I'd not listened to one word he'd said. "I asked are you alright," he repeated, looking concerned. Wow,' I thought, he has such a handsome face, I wonder what he looks like with Columbine's dick up his arse?' I giggled, then corrected myself, trying to put on a sterner face, but failing miserably as my eyes scanned down to look at his cock trapped in his chinos. For the first time in quite a while I wanted that not insubstantial prick in my cunt or mouth. I did not care. I was dripping inexplicitly. I was getting annoyed with my body for not allowing me to stay angry with him, despite now knowing he had a secret life that did not include me. Ok, change to plans,' I said to myself. "Darling," I cooed, "Lovely to see you. How was your trip?" "Bloody boring, nothing but men in suits and tedious meetings as ever." "No gorgeous women to entice to your bedroom and spank?" I asked softly, as my index finger traced a line from the base of his fly to the zip tab and back again, feeling his sleeping cock momentarily. I watched his pupils widen. I'd never done this before. "Jessie? Did I hear what I thought I heard?" "No, can't have," I said, giggling again. "However, I have a plan that we should go out to dinner tonight. Can you be ready in 30 minutes?" I ordered, rather than asked. I noticed his reaction, pupils even wider, and the trousers beginning to bulge. Yes, he liked me being strong. I was amused as he stumbled over his reply, "Oh, er, OK, I - I - I'll get Anya to unpack my case and put my things away." He called for her and nearly had a heart attack on the spot when she came out of the kitchen wearing the skimpiest of swim suits. I'd told her to be ready and she rewarded both of us with a wondrous view of tiny triangles covering her sex and hard teats. "Isn't she lovely?" I asked. He did not know what to do. He'd never seen her like this in the house and now he looked like he was torn about commenting on another woman in my presence. I realised I'd been a bit of a prude in his company. Now things were changing and he did not know how much. I could see the puzzlement on his face. Should he answer or ignore the question? "I said, Isn't she lovely Johnnie?" repeating the question and urging a reply. And then I whispered in his ear, "And I bet you'd love to fuck her!" He looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. He did not know what to do, but answered, "Yes, well I mean she is very beautiful. Well, that is what I meant..." "Very beautiful or you want to fuck her?" I asked quietly, my hand grazing over his arse cheek now before giving his left buttock a firm squeeze. "Hurry up and get rid of these things, we are going out to a new restaurant I have found," I ordered, feigning impatience, and left him standing open mouthed with Anya bending seductively to pick up two of his cases. From behind his back I winked at Anya; who kept a stoic face even if I' m sure she wanted to laugh. "I'm just going to change," I said to no one in particular, but just dropped my robe on the stairs as I ascended them completely naked. I heard his sigh behind me." Come on Johnnie, we will be late." I knew he was too shocked to say anything else. I had him just where I wanted him. Con The restaurant was one recommended by Clarissa. She said the people from The Group used it and I could see why. Each cubicle on the river side of the restaurant was completely secluded from the next. When you entered them the

waitress pressed a button on the window side that apparently gave you unrestricted views of the river and all the activity outside, but some clever electronics in the glass meant that no one could look in and see you. In addition, she pulled the curtains so that apart from about a square meter of floor in front of the table where presumably the waitresses could stand to take orders and serve, the booth was isolated from the rest of the premises. She told us that there was a bell on the table to call her at any time and for any request. It was interesting how her voice became husky and remarkably seductive when she repeated, "any request." I knew what she meant and smiled, remembering what Clarissa had told me about the place. Johnnie was quite quiet. I'd seen him staring at the skin tight uniform of our waitress; the black cat suit clinging to her pussy to create a classic camel's toe effect and her large breasts straining against the lycra front. It was amazing how the bodice did not burst open given the V' of the neck was so low. However, the soft material was there to entice and mould to her shape. She just had a sort of utility belt for her pad and pen that hung low on her perfect hips, together with a clean white tea towel across her arm. "By the way, my name is Su," she informed us, "But you may address me as you see fit." I smiled at Johnnie, catching him looking intensely at the apex of her thighs but with a clear look of puzzlement on his face about her last remark. I knew he was excited and intrigued by her. This was going to be such fun,'

I thought. I watched as Su left us, her tight buttocks wiggling as she exited and closed the curtains behind her. I took Johnnie's hand in mine across the table, holding it firmly as I regained his attention. "Isn't she gorgeous?" I asked, again smiling at him as I gave his hand an extra squeeze and said, "I imagine she is incredible in bed." He looked like his jaw would drop off. I continued. "I need to ask you a few things Johnnie and you have to be honest with me. I also need to warn you that I have changed while you have been away and I am hoping that the changes will meet both our needs. I realize that my successful job, the children and all that have meant we have been drifting apart and I do not want that. However, let's choose some food first. This place has fantastic dishes..." I urged him to read the large leather bound menu. In reality the choice was limited to only the best, most luxury cuisine in the style of all the best restaurants. I knew the chef had been plucked from one of the Roux Brothers' establishments and, in exchange for some very special sexual delights that tailored for her specific tastes, had consented to run the place for The

Group. The BBC had tried to get her to do a TV series but it would have interfered with establishing this invitation-only establishment and besides on the days of filming she was promised a new member to train as a submissive slut. Her sexual proclivities always came first, despite the fact that she was a Three Star chef and rarest of all, a female one at that. Of course, in the tradition of The Group, who wanted me on their committee, that slut was now our waitress and available to me to do with as I so wished. We sat in silence with both of us studying our menus, though I was pleased that every so often Johnnie would look over the top of it and rather than look at my face would stare at my daring décolletage. I'd changed into a wrap over dress that was cut low over my ample breasts. It was a green patterned silk that clung seductively to my unfettered breasts. I'd let him see when we were changing that I'd left my panties at home too, deliberately tossing them on the bed with a "well I don't need those do I?" question. Of course I only allowed him to see my well toned naked arse cheeks. My shaven pussy hole was only available if the next stages of this evening went well but it was very difficult not to expose myself there and then. Readers, I wanted him for all his duplicity. When I had seen him at the bottom of those stairs in his light chinos and blue lambs wool sweater he looked handsome. His swept back grey hair that had gone prematurely that color at 19 years old looked distinguished. I felt love for him I have to admit. However, that did not stop me from my intent to toy with him. No, if anything our relationship would change to something where I was a much bigger player in the bedroom and elsewhere. "Have you decided?" Su asked, appearing silently through the curtain like an actor arriving on stage. I noticed her hair that had been tied back in quite a severe bun was now cascading over her shoulders and her catsuit was gaping a little more. In fact, there was the hint of one dark pink nipple's

areola peeking around the edge of the seam. There was also a sheen of sweat on her breasts. What had she been doing? I saw Johnnie look then his eyes darted to check if I was looking. I smiled, nodding approval to look again. I wanted him to show me some of what he lusted over, as I'd realised in recent days we'd never discussed our needs before. Who could blame him looking elsewhere if his own wife would not even discuss sex with him? Well, that was then, this is now. "Yes I have," I stated, "but before we order I think Su that you should show my husband what is hiding behind that suit. Johnnie, watch while she pulls that silly suit down to her waist." "N-n.." he started to protest, trying to say no' but I put my hand up signaling him to be quiet. I knew I'd pressed the right button. He sat silently, if shuffling a little in his seat. He was aroused by my dominance, but not as much as Su who quickly put down her note pad, raised her hands to her shoulders and pulled the slinky black material down her arms and off until the top hung around her waist. Her breasts were magnificent; large and pert with not a hint of droop. I was at once jealous and yet hungry to touch and suck them. However, I had to stay in control. "There, that's better, now let's order. I have decided we will have..." Poor Johnnie just sat there staring at the bare bosom of our waitress. I knew he was hard in those trousers of his. I could see him squirm more and more. I was aware that it was however more than just the bare titties. He was most definitely turned on by my act of dominance. I'd never seen him so compliant, accepting that I ordered everything for him. It was a masterstroke of mine that had only occurred to me when I thought about the restaurant and its connection to The Group. If I was to demonstrate my suitability for the office they wanted to give me, I had to start immediately. "Release his cock for me Su," I ordered. "Yes Mistress," she replied and without asking for any approval from Johnnie leant in to him, letting her firm tits brush against him as she lowered herself to free his cock. There was a sigh of obvious relief from him, despite his face being a deeper shade of blushing pink. "You can go now Su. Remember that the oysters are to be at least a dozen each. Any less and I will have to spank your bottom, won't I?" "Yes Mistress," she said quietly, then exited the curtain without even considering to correct her dress. "Now Johnnie, where was I?" I asked, though continued with absolutely no interest in his reply. "As I said before, I want some answers to my questions and they need to be factual and truthful or else we have no future together." I saw he was trying to readjust his trousers, "And you can leave that lovely cock of yours exposed. I have not finished with that yet. Enjoy its arousal. You can stroke it if you like, unless it makes you go deaf?" I laughed at my little joke, but saw again the confused, immobilized little husband of mine. He was such a mix of desire and yet I speculated that he was trying to continue with a modicum of dignity; when in reality he had lost that the moment Su had whipped first her breasts and then his lovely dick out. "Right, first question. Do you know the Columbines?" I had no desire to beat around the bush. Johnnie was silent. I raised one of my stilettos, pressing the sharp heel into the hard yet vulnerable flesh of his tumescent cock. He groaned. A surprising reaction. I pressed harder, until the groan became a clear sign of pain. That was better. "Answer me, truthfully." His eyes were downcast but he was showing signs of reacting to his masochistic state. He replied slowly and carefully, "Yes, I do know them. I've done some business with the husband and advised Mrs. Columbine on some preference shares. "Oh, I think I know her preferences," I replied, giving my most solemn and cold response. "OK, so apart from business, is there anything else you have done with Mr. Columbine?" I pressed harder, my heel obviously hurting his very hard dick. He groaned and as I pressed, so gave muted cries of pain. "Er we have both pleasured Mrs. Columbine," he answered sullenly, afraid of how I might react. "Good, now I am at last getting some honesty. How quaint, pleasured'. And so tell me, what do you think of Mr. Columbine?" "Think of him?" he asked, trying to feign innocence. "If you mean sexually, nothing. He is a man, just a man." "Darling," I said, the one word sounding incredibly menacing. My heel was now pressing hard against his scrotum. "Be honest, what have you done with him?" He knew it, I knew it. There was only one course of action; come clean. "D-d-darling," he stammered as he tried to tread carefully with his words. "Darling, he is a very persuasive and ..." "...good fucker?" I snapped, intent on keeping the upper hand. "Er yes, Mrs. Columbine says he is," said Johnnie. "Stop being evasive," I erupted." You have had him up your arse haven't you?" He looked stunned. His face was a brighter shade of pink. I loved seeing him like this, suddenly so unsure of himself, so vulnerable. Yes, I loved this vulnerability, so different from the internationally travelled and assured businessman I had married. Then he nodded." So what does that mean?" I quizzed, as if not understanding him. Rub it in, Jess,' I told myself. "Yes," he whispered. "What?" I asked loudly. "Yes, he has fucked me in the arse," he replied more loudly, spitting it out quickly as if he feared my wrath if he was insufficiently clear and emphatic. Then his head went down and he was looking at a point somewhere by his feet. "Lift your head up and look me in the eyes." He obeyed instantly. "That' s better. Tell me, did you enjoy it?" "Oh yes, it was...." He realised he had said too much, especially how enthusiastically he had conveyed his buggery. "Tell me about it. Tell me how it all started and above all, tell me what it is you like about being buggered," I instructed, genuinely inquisitive. I held his hand again, stroking my thumb over his palm while I kept the cruel pressure with my heel on his astonishingly tumescent cock. This sadistic act, plus the humiliation of having been caught out was arousing him. And I can tell you readers, it was making my pussy as wet as a swimming pool. I could feel the ache in my clitty as it lay outside the folds of my sex. This was pure erotic heaven. "It started as a drunken game. I'd gone there on the invite of Mrs. Columbine. She had by chance spoken to me about some investments just as I was getting into the Jag one day. Somehow I'd mentioned that you were working long hours again so I had plenty of time to help. She joked how that mustn't be good for our sex lives. Then walked away, calling over her shoulder for me to come to dinner that night. She said her husband would be away..." I slipped off my shoe and now ran my bare foot against his hardness. I could not remember a time when he had felt so hard. Well, not since we were young lovers at University. I realised that for the first time in a very long time I was enjoying the feel of that cock; every ridge and vein under my very sensitive foot. I could see on his face as he talked that he was enjoying this too, however embarrassed he might be judging from the continued flush of his handsome face. "...so when I sat in their dining room that evening there was only Mrs. Columbine, er Danielle, and myself. She was a great conversationalist, talking about the arts, her garden and then she suddenly switched to the topic books. All the time she talked she kept topping up our glasses of a deep red Chateauneuf. The food was exquisite too, far too lavish I thought for a simple meal with a neighbor..." "Johnnie!" I snapped, "tell me what happened not the menu." He looked a bit shocked by my assertiveness. "S-sorry darling," he said, looking at me almost sadly with his big blue eyes flashing in the light of the booth. I was melting with both love and desire for him but I was damned if he would know that yet. He continued, more enthusiastically as I had added my other bare foot to the other side of his thick and rock hard manhood. I was impressed that he had not cum given my administrations. "...Well, she started with asking me if I had ever read Treasure Island. It was innocent enough, but then she began to subtly add in some erotic thoughts. For example, how did the hero cope without a woman to satisfy his natural need for sex? I'd never even thought of that issue. Then, she asked me what I did when marooned in hotel rooms with no woman to satisfy' me. I tried to change the subject but she was incredibly insistent. Do you masturbate or hire a prostitute?' she asked. I was shocked and embarrassed," Johnnie said, though I felt his big dick pulse between my feet. I knew now humiliation was something he loved. "So what did you reply?" I asked softly, letting my left hand trail slowly along the seam of my wrap-over, loosening the material slightly over my breasts. I could breath again and feel a cool breeze from the air-conditioning above caress my skin. "I found myself admitting that I masturbate, thinking of you and missing how we used to make love as students and then when first married. You know, before the children seemed to..." "...interfere with our fucking," I interrupted swiftly, with a flashback of fucking in the open air during a wild party coming to mind. "Darling," I said gently but firmly, "call it what it is; fucking', humping' or even shagging' but not making love'. I want you to be honest with me. Continue," I ordered. "She licked her lips as she sat entranced and asked me how I did it! Did I take my cock out of my pants and wank or undress, prepare tissues and lie in bed and beat my rod', as she put it? It was weird, I found myself telling her everything!" "And what was that?" "That I strip naked, then call you. I talk to you, listening to your soft melodious voice getting harder by the minute as your tone arouses me. It's crazy but you could be reading the weather forecast or telling me how the children have misbehaved and I would be lying there, dick in hand, hard as they come and stroking my meat. Then, when we had said our goodnights' I'd put the phone down, lie back with my legs wide apart and begin to masturbate up and down my shaft slowly. However, this has become more complex in recent years as I like to insert a digit of my other hand first into my mouth as I imagine you sucking my cock - a rare event as you know - and then that same wet digit into my anus." "Mmmmm," I heard myself utter. My left hand subconsciously having gone to my breast inside the wrapover. My nipple was hard. I'd never heard him speak this way or be so candid about sex. I straightened myself up in the chair, but left my hand to play. "Carry on," I ordered. "Well I admitted to wanking with one finger or more up my arse and beating away until the cum splashed high on my chest, sometimes with the intensity hitting my own face." He stopped, looking at me with such lustful eyes and clearly straining to stop himself cumming. I liked his discomfort. "Darling," I said in my sweetest, mostly saccharine voice, "you are NOT to cum." He understood. I knew he had played with the Columbines, so I had no doubt he had been made to withhold cumming. The tortuous look on his face told me that. He was saved by Su coming back through the door. Her hair was back in its bun and her breasts were hidden again, but this time her outfit was that of a maid. I guessed they had a client in who liked to play dressing games. Her legs looked superb, so long and in the sexiest of fishnet stockings, the tops of which were visible as the skirt was ridiculously short. I could not see the back but guessed it was only just covering her arse. "Stand still," I ordered her. "Keep your head up and the tray in front of you. Johnnie, lift the front of her skirt." He looked at me quizzically. "Do it, now!" I snapped. He turned, which must have been quite difficult as my feet held his cock in a tight vice of toes, and reached out, lifting the dress out of the way to show Su's swollen pussy lips that were practically dripping with excitement. She had just a sliver of hair above her clitty. It had to go. "You can serve the meal, but next time you come in here I do not expect to see that fluff on our pussy mound, understand?" "Er, yes..." "Mistress. You will call me Mistress and him Master." "Yes Mistress," she replied respectfully as she carefully placed the large bowl of oysters in the centre of the table and gave each of us the necessary eating irons and plates. "So continue," I ordered Johnnie, not paying any attention to Su as she came to and fore with Champagne, glasses and napkins which she delicately placed in our laps. However, I did enjoy the sight of her perfect naked arse as she bent to my adjust my husband's serviette; though I missed his physical reaction to her touch as I had now placed my feet back on the floor. "Danielle quickly made a connection with the anal play. She asked me if I thought that the writer had been dishonest in casting Man Friday as just a servant and friend, and did I not think that they would have become lovers. I tried to argue it was all platonic, but then she reminded me that I too had in my loneliness sought a substitute for so-called natural' sex and had buggered myself. She pressed, stating that Man Friday and Robinson would have inevitably buggered each other. She graphically described the act of Friday's thick black cock entering Crusoe's virgin behind. Her massive breasts that were heaving in a very low cut green silk blouse showed hard nipples against the taut material. I realised at that moment how beautiful she was in a strong, Amazonian way. I could tell the imagery excited her and have to admit, her descriptions aroused me too. I was hard in my trousers. But what I did not expect was what happened next..." "And what was that?" I asked, feeling the wetness between my legs drip down to my anus. "She asked me if it made me hard thinking of them buggering! I was flabbergasted. How did she know?' I asked myself. And she answered me. You are a very attractive man and I can see the dilation of your beautiful blue eyes. When you eyes dilate like that I know your cock is growing hard and strong. How big is it?' she asked, as if trying to get a price on a banana at the market," he laughed, though I too was looking in his eyes and seeing they had widened. "...We sat silently for a while, with me not answering. I have to admit I was both shocked and aroused. I felt the humiliation of having been found out, like some teenage boy who can't control his erection in front of the girl of his dreams in class. My dick just would not behave!" "So, did you show her?" I enquired, perhaps a little too enthusiastically for someone who was meant to be stern and in control. "No, I asked her what her favorite novel was. She told me she had so many but it was Tipping the Velvet' for a good lesbian read, Brokeback Mountain' when she wanted to read a love story between men and The Story of O' when she felt a need to explore the submission of women. She was able to quote whole passages from the work of the Marquis de Sade, though she thought even he had gone too far with his 120 Days of Sodom; especially the obscene torturing, though she loved to see her men constrained and made occasionally into fuck toys' as she called them. I was fascinated by her breadth and depth of reading, even if the three top books did not rate with me as classics. She gave me some to read later..." "Yes I've seen them. Never knew there were so many ways to fuck!" I laughed. He relaxed, looking even more handsome as he looked me straight in the eyes before continuing as we ate the delicious oysters and drank the wonderfully dry champagne. I was feeling quite light headed and very aroused. Under my arse was a pool of my juice. The air must have been full of my scent. "Oh, so you have found my stash?" he asked, though did not seem embarrassed now, more relieved to tell me. "She gave me that night so many things to open my eyes to the possibilities' as she put it. Even more were to follow, of all sorts of depravities in some batches mixed with classical books in others." "And what else did she give you that night?" I persisted, feeling excited to know what had happened and no longer angry that he had kept this a secret. No, that fact now added to the mystery and intrigue. In fact, I gave him a little sign of how it was affecting me. I slid my hand inside my dress again and widened the gap from neck to navel. My breasts were almost out of the top, inviting. Only my hard nipples prevented a wardrobe malfunction'

as Janice had called it. I saw the momentary lust in his eyes. Good. I smiled at him. "Well, she went back to the kitchen to get the next course, filling my glass while she stood and allowing me to see right down the front of that blouse. She has magnificent breasts..." "Tits," I corrected, wanting him to be sexually graphic. "Er, yes her tits were - are - fantastic for a middle aged woman. They are so firm and..." "Darling, get on with it. I want to know more." "Ok, well she came back from the kitchen carrying a large tray with two tagline casserole dishes in front." "So?" "Well, when she bent to put them on the table she had no top on! The blouse had gone. Only those dishes had disguised the fact and I sat there open-mouthed. I was embarrassed but aroused. I could not, did not want to look, anywhere else." "Good," I heard myself saying. Me the one, remember readers, who had been angry at his duplicity. I was approving his bad behavior Well, what else could I do? I would be a hypocrite and besides, with the lake between my legs I was so aroused by this confession. "She sat down and simply said, do you like it?' What was I supposed to answer? So I lifted the tagline lid and complemented her on the amazing essences emanating from the dish. It was heavenly, but so was the sight of her enormous titties no more than two feet away. I ached in my trousers like nobody's business. Yet she was so controlled, so matter of fact', especially when she added in the most authoritative way, eat'. I felt I had no choice. Then she continued to talk, this time moving on to films. She knew them all, reminding me of the beauty of Scarlet Johannsen as she sat in her knickers in that hotel room in Japan, or the scene in the Marlon Brando film where he puts butter up the anus of his lover and fucks her. Last Tango? Then she described graphically such oldies as I Curious Yellow' and Emmanuelle' which she thought was ridiculously censored, but she has an unabridged copy. She asked me about my tastes and that is when I felt incredibly sad. I could not explain it, but realised that you and I had not been to see a film or even hire and sit in front of the Plasma Cinema for so long. She saw the change in me and proceeded to enact a scene from some obscure French film (well, obscure to me at that time), where the heroine - a waitress in a restaurant - undoes her blouse in front of a customer then proceeds to caress her breasts for him regardless of all the other people there. She took her large tits in both hands and kneaded them, letting her tongue lick and dart around her mouth. She was tugging at the teats, pulling them far out from her body. I could see etched in her face some pain and yet mixed with it intense pleasure. She was panting and sighing, eventually forgetting the script of the film and telling me all the things she wanted to do to me and me to her. Saying how her husband's cock was so beautiful but how she wanted him to pleasure her arse as she sucked on my cock. I could see she was capable of orgasm just from the caressing of her tits and was mesmerized by her actions. I sat there, immobilized, hard and aching to reach across and touch her. Always though something held me back so far, for all the games we had played at that table." "So what the fuck held you back?" I asked, showing some frustration that he had broken the tale to confess some probably pious thought. "I thought of you and felt guilty." "You fucking arsehole!" I shouted in a most undignified way. He looked crestfallen. Suddenly Johnnie was back in the embarrassed but this time thoroughly despondent camp. I'd gone too far. How was I to get it back? Of course, he had got through that stage if Ludmilla (their maid and confidant of my maid) was right. "Sorry darling, it's just that so much has changed in me and I'm forgetting that it's not as simple as turning on a switch, so how did you end up getting buggered and buggering for that matter?" "Well it was weird at first. She seemed to be able to pull herself together out of her orgasmic stupor and continue the conversation as if nothing had happened. We talked about more films, some extremely bizarre like Barbed Wire Dolls and Destricted, to comedic such as the Tinto Brassi series including All Ladies Do It and Cheeky. I remembered that last one as you and I had been taken by the heroine walking without panties over the park that is outside our house. Remember how I tried to get you to reenact it for me? I told her about that and she said how much she'd like to get into your knickers. That set me off sayingyou'd be lucky' as even I can't go there often! She laughed at me and said I was just going about it wrongly. Before I knew it, she was coaching me in how I should do it to her." I was part angry and part aroused that (a) she had been told I was effectively a frigid bitch and (b) that she was excited by the idea of getting into my panties. And now I was even more curious and not a little aroused to know what happened to change my Johnnie into the pervert he'd obviously become. "So how was that?" "Well, by this time we had eaten the main course and she cleared the dishes, still bare titted which was marvelous. This incredibly statuesque woman was parading half naked for me. I could hardly believe it. She disappeared into the kitchen again, coming out with a tray of fruit and cream. I thought she was going to place them on the table, but instead she stood right beside me. I felt suddenly very uncomfortable as she did not speak. There was a palpable silence that hung in the air and still she waited, her short skirt close to my left ear and I could swear I could smell the sweet aroma of pussy over the smell of fruits. Still she stood with the tray in her hands and her magnificent tits jutting above. Still she was silent and made no eye contact with me, keeping her head up like Su had done. I was unsure but my instincts were showing me the way. I slid my left hand up her leg, feeling the musculature of her thigh and up to the curve of her hip. There was a string around her waist, clearly the band that held a minuscule pair of panties in place. I traced the cord round to arrive at a tiny patch of silky material that was clearly covering her pudenda. There seemed to be none of the roughness of hair I find when I touch you through your panties. No this was silky smooth. I became daring and ran one finger down the centre to find a damp furrow that was clearly her labia. It was sopping wet and I teased it by running first one and then two fingers up and down the tightly covered slit. She was moaning loudly above me and yet she kept the tray perfectly still. She had such amazing control

though her teats were out like those on babies' bottles. I slipped my fingers under the silk to be greeted by a completely smooth sex. She cried out, yes!' as my digits dipped inside the honey pot. The air was filled with sweetness. I suddenly became impatient, gripping the wet triangle between my fingers and ripped it off her. Another sigh. Then instinct took over. I pushed two fingers as deep as I could into her sodden twat. It was wonderful. It's amazing how different she was from you. The entrance was smooth as silk, just like her panties. She was trying not to move, to keep the tray even as I finger fucked her. But then I had an idea but before I could execute it, Danielle said, See silly boy, you could have done that to your sexy wife, then she would HAVE to have walked across the park pantiless!" She laughed. "Now finger fuck me before I die of frustration and stick a finger up my arse.' It did not take me long to accept the orders! I was sawing in and out of her wet pussy like a pro. I added a third finger when I thought she could take it. Listen to me. I've never done that with you but her clever discussion of films and books, filling my head with erotic scenes, had deposited a set of ideas I now wanted to try. I reached my other hand round, having spat

on my index finger, parted her arse cheeks and delved into the little rose bud. She opened for me with ease. It was not long before she was orgasming again and again. My hand was soaked as she gushed from her cunt and the index finger of my right hand was deep to the knuckle. She screamed, literally, in pleasure. But what was so impressive was that the fruit and cream had not even moved on the tray. This woman amazed me for her physical control." "But you said before you had an idea, what was that honey?" I asked, using a term of endearment for him I had not used in a very long time. I was so turned on, and even more so by hearing how in charge he was. Where was the submissive I'd assumed from the buggering and the scene Ludmilla had described to Anya? "I pulled my fingers out of her much to her dismay. She gave a pathetic cry of please' clearly thinking I'd had enough or backed out, but no I needed to remove her skirt and it took two hands to get the damn hook and eye on her waist band undone and the zip down. Her matching green silk skirt slid over her firm thighs and long, long legs to lie at her feet. My God! She is beautiful naked. An absolute beauty. Of course, not in the same way as you are..." "Oh shut up you flatterer. Tell me more I'm absolutely horny and I want to know what you did next." "I ordered her to put the try on the table." "Is that all?" I cried in frustration. "Shut up woman!" he ordered, taking control for probably the first time I' d ever known him to with me. I liked it readers, it was very sexy losing control to him." She did as I commanded, giving me a wonderful sight as her huge tits hung over the table and the fruit. It led to my next idea. I grasped handfuls of the carefully prepared strawberries and raspberries and mashed them against her pussy. I saw that the sideboard was a strong oak one from the last century and led her to it, releasing my cock from its awful constraints. Lie back I told her' so her arse and pussy were on the edge at the end of the sideboard. I kicked my trousers off and bent down to her fruit covered cunt lips and ate my desert! I lapped at the squashed strawberries, pushing bits into her cunny while between my legs my cock was reaching a height I don't think it's reached since we were teens. In fact, the closest to that size has been this evening when you were foot wanking me." "Oooo, I love your dirty, manly talk," I crooned, meaning every word of it. When Johnnie was dirty, I was flirty! And I let my tits loose from their cover as I openly caressed them in front of him. I saw his expression. Lust. "Should I get naked for you?" "Here?" "You silly man, do you think we could do those things with Su if it was not OK here? I want to be naked for you. Please?" I was clearly wanting to be dominated by him. His description was not of a man being possessed by the woman but her being possessed by him. I wanted to be topped by Johnnie who might in other circumstances be submissive but not tonight. "Darling, this story is turning me on but what happened next? I want to know." I slipped out of the dress, still carefully avoiding giving the game away that my pussy was not completely devoid of hair. I knew from his previous comments about Mrs. Columbine that a shaven pussy was his dream cunt. Just at that point, Su arrived with our mains. Here was I, now naked and she was dressed in a nurse's outfit. `What a cliché,' I thought. The member of The Group whose party it was elsewhere in the room was an obvious traditional fetishist. However, it was Johnnie who noticed first. "Su," he said, "unzip the top of your dress." She obeyed, displaying two nipple clamps attached to her ample chest that Johnnie had noticed were creating a strange shape on her bosom. Her eyes automatically went down in a submissive gesture. I was surprised by what Johnnie did next. He got up, letting his napkin fall and his enormous cock stick

skyward. However, that was not the main thing. He picked the left clamp in his hand and while looking her straight in the eyes turned the little screw on the side of it so that it clamped harder to her tit. She winced slightly but silently. He took the other in his hands and did the same. Then he lifted her skirt and turned to me, indicating I was to abuse her pussy. I smiled and did as he wanted, slipping two fingers swiftly into her wet and shaven cunt hole. She screamed with pleasure, especially as on her second orgasm under the command of my fingers Johnnie quickly released the clamps; letting the sudden

paradox of release and blood flowing painfully fast into her tits create intense pleasure. "You can serve now Su," he ordered as if it was any old restaurant we were sitting in, not one where the couple was semi or fully naked. "Su, put the tray down and remove Master Johnnie's clothes," I ordered. I looked across to him, smiling. "Well if I am nude I want you to be too. Can 't eat a good chateaubriand without being stark naked can we?" I giggled, watching intently as our nurse' with her tits hanging out of her uniform struggled to remove his clothes. There was no way Johnnie was going to make it easy for her by standing up. No, he clearly enjoyed to see his charges face difficulties. She practically had her mouth on his dick as she bent to get his waistband released. I just liked seeing her naked arse appear from under the skirt as she in a most unladylike way faced the challenge. "Right, that is good. Now feed us," said Johnnie. "Oh and make sure that you do not drop any food down us as you do it," he added with an evil little laugh. I knew this was going to be fun. In fact, this was the most fun we had had in a very long time together; and this was just the start. "Well, carry on, tell me what happened next." "Aren't you going to feel the goods on our slut here?" he asked. I'd never heard him use that word slut' before. There must have been some real educating going on at Number 12. I was a little jealous of Danielle Columbine and her husband. "All in good time. I think I'll put a clamp on her pussy lips in a while,"

I replied, talking about Su as if she was just an object. The ones used on her teats lay now on the table. I watched her smile and her breasts heave that little bit more. I was getting good at reading body language and yes, Johnnie was right, she was one hell of a slut. I even wondered if there was another party in here as she did no object to staying with our table and besides, I couldn't hear any noise. "So tell me about Mrs. Columbine." "Well, mmm this meat is delicious. Cooked just as they do in our favorite little restaurant in Cap D'Agde." "Johnnie! Tell me about Mrs. Columbine." "Ok, but it is really good isn't it?" he asked, whilst stopping to toy with Su's clearly sore right tit. He squeezed, just as she was collecting another morsel to place in my mouth. I felt about two years old being fed like this. Was I becoming an infantalist? I giggled to myself. No way! Adult nappies? Not for me. I nodded, but was getting frustrated that he was stalling. What had gone on? How had he been buggered and when did that start? "Mrs. C screamed when she came and it was not just once. It was over and over. I was aching for her when she suddenly dropped to the tiled floor and shouted for me to `fuck her arsehole'. Well there were no preliminaries. She just reached for the butter on the table beside us, grabbed a huge wad of it and slapped it between her muscular arse cheeks. I was disappointed she did not want me up her beautiful cunt but in the heat of this very animalistic act somehow defiling her anus seemed just right. However, I hadn't a clue what to do. I knew where my aching purple cock head needed to go, but the how of it was something else. Even all the graphic quotes she had shared from her favorite novels didn't help, but she grabbed me cock and surprisingly gently steered me into position, talking the most filthy language and incredibly loudly as she did." "Tell me what she said," I ordered, my right hand now playing openly with my engorged clit. Su continued to feed us, but I did not care that I was masturbating in front of her. And it was another fact that I had in reality never done what I was doing tonight, playing with my tits and cunt, so blatantly in front of Johnnie. I could see he liked to see me this way as his right hand had disappeared under the table to obviously play with his aching cock. "Oh, she was obscene. She kept telling me how my dick would ram her shit hole. How when I was done she would turn and lick the spunk and shit from me and then get me so hard again I would want to fuck her twat until it was sore. She said she would teach me all the things she had learned and more, so that I could fuck you like the master of the house I ought to be. It made me angry I have to admit. I realised I had let things slide with you. It should have been you on that floor being arse-fucked, you having fruits squashed in your cunny and me eating you out. That spurred me on to press hard against her little rose which opened quickly for me. It was clear someone had been there before me, but at that moment I was grateful for it as I rammed home without ceremony." "Ooooo," was all I could say. I was so turned on and close to orgasm with the imagery of Johnnie, whose body was lovely and lean but muscular, arse fucking my neighbor. I began to fantasize about what sex would be like between her and me. Soon my head had a scene going where Johnnie was fucking her but I was fucking her mouth with a strap-on. "I covered her back with my naked sweating body and grasped her huge tits in my hands as I rammed in and out after a few lesser strokes into her rectum. She was so tight and seemed to pulse around me, like peristalsis was trying to push my cock from her body. I pinched her teats hard in my hands, loving the enormity of them. You have lovely tits Jess but you would love to play with hers." "I'm sure....that...can...be...arranged," I said breathlessly as a sudden wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over me, just as Su was trying to fill my mouth with another tasty morsel. I came like a clichéd train! And Su, to my Johnnie's secret delight, dropped the sample of perfectly cooked beef and vegetables between my breasts, until it rolled to a stop on my pussy. Only my hand that had been feverishly wanking my oversized clitty stopped it. "Clean that up!" I heard Johnnie snap. "Say sorry with your tongue." Su was nothing but the expert slut from The Group. I knew that they did nothing by chance and she had been chosen to serve tonight. She bent over, keeping her legs perfectly straight so that her short skirt became useless as cover; riding high over her arse to reveal their perfect symmetry. Then she

traced down my nakedness from the point at which the morsel had landed on my right tit, over the mountain' and down into the valley below. She took what seemed like an inordinate time to reach my pussy which by now was open wide. I had spread my legs in anticipation, but still had the offending meat in my hand. She nuzzled her wet mouth onto my palm, picking the offending article off with her soft, lips. Then she licked her lovely pointy tongue between every finger, over the entire palm and even cleaned the back of my hand. It was so erotic I cannot describe the feelings fully. I was gushing from my pussy, ready for yet another orgasm and I had such high hopes that Su, with all her training, would make it a magnificent one; but I felt nasty that day. I wanted it to not be as easy as she might think it could be. Yes we were relative fuck-virgins for all our time on the planet, but we did know some things. "Spank her!" "Oh yes," said Johnnie, whose tone told me how pleased he was with my instruction. Yes, Mrs. C had him well schooled. I could not see him do it as I closed my eyes to revel in the sensuality of Su's licks and kisses, but I could well imagine the scene. He was hitting her at a steady rate, that pushed her head forward and her tongue pressed with a regular beat against my sopping cunt. She did not cry out, though as he continued relentlessly she whimpered into my pussy. I could only imagine how red her buttocks were, but even I was unprepared for what he did next. Just as I reached my amazing orgasm, which made me writhe and scream in a way I had never done for Johnnie before, I heard him move from his chair. I opened my eyes to see Su's hair being pulled up and her head and body repositioned on the table, with her tits squashed into the remains of the chateaubriand and the vegetables. The glasses he had carefully placed to one side, but the rest was now either pressed on those lovely titties or else mashed into her uniform. He reached for the butter, just as he had done at Mrs. C's but this time he stood by me, inviting me to watch as he spread the soft fat the full length of his not insubstantial cock. I was mesmerized, seeing the globules of butter (or bouturon' as the Greeks would have called their lubricant when arse fucking their slaves or each other) carefully smoothed over the bulbous head and veined shaft. Then he instructed her to part her arse cheeks. I got up, groggy from her ministrations to watch. I stood on the little wooden platform just behind and to the side of Johnnie, fascinated as his glands pushed hard against her anal rose until it opened. She gave a moan at this point that just spurred him on. I was both intrigued and excited. Not least by how manly Johnnie was showing himself to be. In his presence I wanted to be his servant, his mistress and yes, his slut. I wanted that fine cock up my arse and anywhere he wanted it to go! Thoughts of anger at him had dissipated. I felt nothing but intense love and, ok readers, you are right absolute lust. There was a cry as his cock's corona lodged inside her, the ridge like a barb that meant coming out at this stage would hurt her. Now she was impaled and trapped on his dick, with her face and tits pressed down into the mess that had been our dinner. "Yes," I heard myself say, my voice down at least an octave with the lust I was feeling, "fuck the sluts arse. Show me what you did to Mrs. C, my slutty neighbor who took my Johnnie from me." "No," he grunted, "no she brought us...ugh...to..gether," Johnnie added breathlessly, his whole concentration now on fucking Su's beautiful arse as I watched with my fingers again delving into my dripping twat. I felt so obscene and so wonderful. I hated Mrs. C for being first with him but loved her for freeing up someone who had become just a boring businessman in my eyes. How stupid and blind I had been! I don't know why but I started to cry, softly. "Fuck her," I cried, meekly. Oh how he fucked her! He leant forward, his muscular arse cheeks taut and his arms extended to grasp at her tits through the mess. Faster and faster they became before he slipped a hand down over her belly and onto her cunt. He was stimulating her clitty as he pounded her already punished arse until she screamed out in pleasure. "Oh Mr. Smithers, Master, you are incredible! Ooooooooo!" He had to hold her up or she would have pulled him down onto the floor. Her legs had gone completely from under her with the power of her orgasm. Johnnie amazingly was not finished, but he held her fast and slipped his hand back to her tits which he cruelly squeezed as his own cumming built into a crescendo. And likewise so did mine. I lost count that evening how many times I came, but this must have been my sixth or seventh. We sat down again, with Su silently clearing what she could of the table onto the tray. She had shrugged as she looked at her badly stained uniform, undid a few hooks and clasps and let it slide to the floor leaving her perfect in her nudity. Before she had done this, she had licked every morsel of food, every stain from Johnnie's body. He had surprised me at how quickly his cock returned to hardness. She licked the cum and little pieces of shit from his shaft and the bulbous head, then trailed her tongue over his hairy ball sack to ensure nothing at all was left. Each time she stopped she thanked him for the pleasure he had given her. I could tell he had made quite an impression on her. Suppressing my petty jealousy was a new experience for me. I wanted to spank her, but knew that my motives would be wrong. So, I focused my thoughts back on Mrs. C from Number 12. "Darling, you have been very naughty." "How?" he asked with a tone that in one syllable implied such innocence. "You know very well," I replied sternly. "Ah, Mrs. C!" he playfully responded. "Yes, well I think I just showed you my skills at arse fucking. Mrs. C was filled by my (then) novice cock. I came in her so fast though despite trying my damnedest to think of England, piles of poo, all the other things I've used with you as imagery to stop me cumming too quick. All of which have failed I know." "Well, yes it's clear we hadn't a clue what we were doing and no wonder we stopped, well almost completely. But now we have another chance..." I said, trailing off as dirty thoughts filled my head and my fingers my cunny. "Darling, anybody in there?" he asked teasingly, seeming to understand what I was going through. Then he dismissed Su, ordering her to get us some delicious deserts' before he continued the story. There was a look of disappointment on her face; she'd obviously wanted to hear the story, but Johnnie waved her away; then continued. "She waited for me to subside in her arsehole, then as I popped from her she turned round and told me to sit in a chair. I had a wonderful view of her Amazonian body, the heavy but firm breasts, the muscular torso that had not an ounce of displaced fat, the smooth pussy with its large labia and the clitty that peeked out as if permanently aroused. What I had not mentioned to you before was that it was pierced with a ring through it that was quite thick as if functional not just decorative. The fruit squash.." he laughed at his own joke, "..hid the gold ring for quite a while so I was surprised when my tongue greeted this hard ornament. When I took it between my teeth and tugged at it she really whimpered loudly. Something to look for if, as I think you are wanting, you end up fucking her..." Oh he was perceptive! Yes, I wanted to fuck her and her husband, if Johnnie said that he was ok too. I stayed silent, looking deeply into J's blue eyes; feeling a love for him I had not felt in a very long time. OK, love and lust.How can people have one without the other,' I mused; then of course remembered all I had been doing since Clarissa had arrived on the scene. That had been new found lust I had to admit to myself. "...She has amazing skill as a lover. Not that I lover her of course because only you give me that feeling..." I could see he was despite all we had just done struggling with words to describe this extramarital adventure. "...Darling it's ok, I have had lovers' too, though I mainly turn mine into sluts!" I laughed, trying to ease his discomfort and,. If I'm honest, hurry him up with the story. My pussy was gushing again in anticipation of more tales of debauchery! "...Sorry, it's just...well anyhow she slid her muscular body down me, letting her massive titties block the light from my eyes and rubbed her bejeweled cunt lips against my skin to leave a trail of her strong smelling juice from chest to cock. I was so hard I entered her straight away to her unmistakable and very noisy pleasure. She is no silent partner and as she began to move herself up and down my shaft, her tits rubbed hard against me as she described the games she wanted to play with me. This was the point she suggested her true nature as the imagery was of spanking, anal play, pissing and so many different graphic images presented like verbal flash cards. I was so aroused by it but this time my cumming was controlled by her. She would see when my balls were ready to discharge their cum and stop, sometimes reaching her hand down between us to squeeze my shaft hard or else just eased her rhythm. She kept me in this suspended state for a long time, making me slowly adjust physically despite my mind wanting to be selfish and just paint her cunt with my seed. I ached with the physical denial, especially as in front of me was a beautiful body with its well-defined musculature and tits that are heavenly. She was obviously a mistress of sex, far more experienced that we have ever been and I was captivated by her prowess as well as captured on her cunt..." I giggled at that. Imagining the power she had over him and yet surprisingly now not feeling any jealousy, only intense desire for Johnnie and a determination that I wanted to sample the lust of this woman whom I'd until recently only referred to as Mrs. C' or the neighbor from Number 12'. Now I wanted to fuck her; to feel those hard tits against me. "...and that is the point at which Mr. Columbine walked in the room." Well readers, he said it so abruptly that it totally surprised me. I was so focused on her and also my masturbation by now as he recounted his tale that the image made me lose all rational thought. I came on the spot, suddenly my mind overtaking me with images of a man with his cock erect and masked like Ludmilla their nanny had told mine. I moaned deep in my throat as wave upon wave of unexpected pleasure wrapped me in orgasmic bliss. I bit my lip hard, shocked by such a loss of control. "Oh darling, you are so beautiful," Johnnie said, walking naked to my side of the booth to hug me as I came down from the sudden high. He kissed me so gently on my lips and eye lids, the gesture at once sensual and loving. I felt his love like I'd never experienced it before. Such a simple gesture, but something I know I will treasure in my heart forever. "I love you more than you will ever know," he whispered in my ear, making me shudder with pleasure one more time before my brain fully re-engaged and I weakly commanded him to, "Carry on." "Well, the man was wearing his suit and carrying a large topper case like trainers do at work. I could see him over my shoulder and tried to gesture Mrs. C to stop, not knowing what he would feel about me fucking his wife. Besides, I'd never had more than a few words with him and that was always about investments, the weather or something equally as boring. However, she just looked over her shoulder at him when he let out a loud cough and ordered him to strip." "And did he?" "Oh yes, he was out of his clothes and sporting a large erect dick in just a few seconds but it was her next command that really shocked me." "How?" "She ordered him to come across to us and tie me to the chair. I tried to get off, but she held me down using her weight to press me back into the hard wooden back. Struggling became fruitless and if I have to admit it, it was a turn-on like I'd never had. I've seen people wrestle in clubs in Thailand naked and it never turned me on, but actually doing it meant my cock stayed stuck hard inside her dripping wet pussy and I was helpless. She had my wrists in a firm lock and forced me back, kissing me hungrily. This situation obviously aroused her no end and I saw Gerrard (that's her husband's name) open that topper case and extract short silk ropes, some type of leather thing and a metal contraption I'd never seen in my life before. I was so aroused, shocked, afraid, everything all at once. Was this a prelude to killing me I even thought." "Kiss me like she kissed you," I ordered. I wanted to feel his lips on mine and for him to love me gently before I heard the sordid rest of the tale. He sat on the edge of the padded bench that I'd been sitting on opposite him and taking me so lovingly in his arms hugged me to him, pressing my breasts to his bare chest as his lips met mine. I've read those clichés of sparks between people, but I swear it was like someone had put a bolt of electricity through us. I moaned into his throat as the stunning sensuality of it created pulses of pleasure that spread throughout my body. Never had he been so loving. It was more the soft knowing kiss of a woman than his previous harsh manly kisses and I was so grateful for that. In fact, it was me who turned it into something urgent and passionate. I did not wait for him to simulate the harder kiss that helped hold him down. I did it to him, letting my hand stray down his torso to seek his hard cock. Then I surprised myself. "Bugger me on the table. Bend me over that table and bugger my backside. I want to know what it is like to have you impaling me. Mrs. C cannot have you again until I know what that feels like." Well, that released a veritable tiger! He somehow found the strength to pick me up and place my bare arse on the table top. A silly thought entered my head of, that will upset the food hygiene inspectors!' and then I was totally focused on receiving his pleasure. He turned me over, roughly spreading my legs as he pressed my belly to the table top and my legs on the floor. He used his bare feet to widen my stance, and pulled my hands behind me, tying them together with one of the large napkins. I felt helpless and unable to struggle, though if I had I am sure it would have inflamed him more. Then I felt him exploring my bumhole with first just one finger, though not for long as he dipped it down into my quim to extract some juice as lubricant. This he repeated several times, making me moan as his finger dipped deeper each time between the swollen folds of my sex. He was strangely silent as if in perfect concentration on his preparations. Then I jumped slightly as I felt not one but two fingers at my sphincter, Oh God can I take this? ' I cried to myself, wanting him but being afraid. He is not a small man, but I was surprised how these two digits were so carefully and patiently pressed to my rose, slowly entering me with intense care. He was up to the first finger joint, then to the knuckle. He left them there, perfectly still as his other hand stroked my taut arse cheeks. He began to speak, telling me how he loved me but now I was his fuck slave' and it was not long before he was - like Mrs. C, his inevitable teacher I guessed - describing some incredibly dirty and yet highly exciting things that we would do in the future... ...and then his fingers were gone and very quickly replaced by his whole body, hot and firm, pressing against me. His hard knob was pushing insistently at the gates to my bowels, his hand that smelt of the musk and dirt of my anus pushed into my gasping mouth, making me taste myself in a new way; the degradation of this simple act arousing to new levels that Clarissa had not been able to achieve with her act of domination on me. Then I cried out in pleasure and pain as I felt the crown of his cock slip past the tight muscles of my anal ring. The rest of his dick followed this time less slowly until his balls were slapping against my arse cheeks and all I could feel was the fullness and ecstasy of his beautiful cock. It was as if every nerve ending in me had focused on this violation of my arse, sending intense pleasurable pulses through me, and as I settled into his strong, animal rhythm so I took note of every point his body was pressing against mine. I loved his manly nakedness, the angular man on top of the curvy woman; topping me in a brutally urgent way that at one was shocking in he'd never been this way in all our years of marriage but in another was making me so horny and hungry for more of this treatment by him. His domination was clear in this one act. So, when his fingers slid under me and found again my engorged clitty, I exploded in one orgasm after another. I was screaming, crying and being totally obscene in my language to spur him on and on. Eventually, after what seemed a long, long time he came, calling me a " fucking slut" and "the best fucking arse in London", followed by more obscenities that just turned me on and made me want more and more buggering. He lay, sweating profusely, across my back. His cock was still tight in my arse, though slowly subsiding with its cum slipping past my opened sphincter to dribble down to my soaking cunt hole. I realised in that moment how much I loved him, how he was to be forgiven anything. I might be mistress of Clarissa and Anya but Johnnie was still my first love, the man whom I could now share adventures in a way we had never done before. However, he was not to know this properly until we completed this night out and he had buggered me again at home. "Right, where is that Su?" I asked as Johnnie's cock plopped out from me, some cum splashing down my thigh. "I want to eat her pussy as you pleasure me in as creative a way you can. I believe I ordered Eton Mess for the dessert. I'm sure you can find something inventive to do with those ingredients." Johnnie sat down as I placed myself onto his lap. I reached for the bell, calling the slut. I hoped she came empty handed so that a spanking was in order for not anticipating our needs. Whatever, I knew that the night was young and that my marriage was now more secure, more loving than it had ever been. Johnnie's hands toyed lovingly with my titties, making my nipples hard again. I could only moan as the pleasure started its familiar ripple and my mind pictured another scene to come. "I think we are going to have some fun with Mr. and Mrs. C, aren't we?" He didn't answer, but smiled and in that moment as I opened my legs to take his insinuating fingers, Su walked in naked and looking so ready to be ravished. Good, she had failed to bring the dessert with her...

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