What a Prick! (authoritarian, bisexual)
by Thomas Waller CHAPTER 3
When David returned home from work the next day, Helen was still horny. She met him at the door with a tongue sucking kiss. She looked into his eyes and whispered. "I've been on the internet all day, looking at bisexual videos. I can't believe how incredibly worked up they make me. Remember your promise David. If you reneigh on this one I'll never fuck you again, I swear it. There's one you just have to see. The girl is French and talks about always having this fantasy..."
She was positively ranting. David took her by the hand and lead her into the kitchen. He made them both a drink and listened to her continue on about various scenarios she had either viewed or imagined. Her sexual arousal was infectious and David was getting as randy as she was.
"Did you see Drew at the office? Did he say anything?" She asked.
"No, and no. He didn't even come in today. I told you, the rest of us do everything around there. He just gathers the rewards."
They ate quickly with Helen prodding David to hurry up, she had bookmarked specific videos she wanted him to watch. She was bouncing in anticipation as they cleared the table.
To their surprise the doorbell rang as they were preparing to scoot upstairs. They were even more surprised to find Jean, Drew's wife, standing on their doorstep. Jean is a startlingly attractive woman but seldom if ever speaks. She stays one step behind Drew at all times and seems oblivious to his flirting and advances. She becomes almost invisible when Drew is around. Others at the office had remarked about her shyness and vacant stare. She was a long-legged beauty to be sure, but a non-entity.
"May I come in Helen, David?"
They were so stunned to see her that they had forgotten manners and protocol.
"Yes, yes, certainly." They both stammered.
They lead Jean into the sitting room and she settled gracefully into the overstuffed armchair. "I have come rather than Drew because of the delicacy of the matter." She was both confident and direct. Both Helen and David were taken aback by her strength and assurance. This was not the mousy Jean that they knew. This was some other Jean. "Drew has much to risk by what I am about to propose. If the offer is not accepted, he will refuse any knowledge of our conversation. Just my ridiculous wife, going over the deep end again." She continued directly, "You made a comment to Drew that together you would do just about anything. Do you remember that Helen?" Helen nodded her recollection. "Drew and I are an unusual couple. We are swingers, to put a bland incomplete label on it. Yet we are much more. Drew is a natural dominant while I am a submissive. I enjoy both mental and physical... challenges, shall we say. We are both interested in playing with the pair of you. We see and intuit that you Helen would enjoy taking control into your hands and we believe that David is as much a sub as am I. We would dearly love to explore our tendencies and hopefully yours to the fullest. Next Saturday I will prepare a dinner and if you show up you will have decided to participate fully in our sexual world. We are both bisexual and live a Master/slave lifestyle within our home."
David and Helen sat stalk still, riveted to Jean's every word and trying to process the information that she was so bluntly presenting. They were shocked by the situation and the revelation. They were even more shocked when Jean stood up and crossed over to Helen. She knelt before her and bowed her long neck in blatantly submissive pose. She took Helen's hand in both of hers and kissed the palm. "Thank you Misstress." She said. Then, she stood up and strode out the front door.
David and Helen fell back into the couch with a Whoosh. "Holy fuck. Do you believe that just happened?" David mused aloud. Helen turned to look at him. She was more rattled than David. She was completely lost in her thoughts. "What about telling us what we are all about. Where the fuck did that come from? Wow. I would never have suspected. She was so, so different away from Drew. I couldn't believe she was the same..."
"They are absolutely correct." Helen broke into David's dialogue as if her were not speaking. David stared. I almost came instantly when she took that pose, kissed my hand and called me Mistress. A light came on for me. That's why I love to torment you with sexual jealousy. That's why I often will bring you to the edge and then stop you from cumming. When she did that I ached to make her do things: do perverted, nasty things to me, to you, to herself, to Drew. A million images shot through my head. She stood up and began pacing the floor excitedly. I wanted to make you both do things. They are absolutely correct. Yes, yes they are. It's like I found myself, bang, just then. She clapped her hands together. Just like that." She continued to pace.
"Take it easy Helen. What about me being a sub like her. Come on now." He laughed at the idea.
Helen did not stop her striding about the room. "Think about it David. My teasing, no my tormenting you turns you on more than anything else we do. You love to get jealous and picture me belittling you with another man. You want, and don't argue about this, you want another man to dominate you with his cock. You want to suck him off and have him fuck your ass. You just think about it. You want to submit as much as I want to force. It all makes sense. Look at your fucking cock already. He never lies to me. We are going on Saturday night. We are both going to get everything we ever wanted. No everything we need."
For the rest of the week, Helen and David fucked each other continuously. There was not as much talking and fantasy play as in the past. It seems both were focused on aspects of the upcoming meeting with Drew and Jean.
David would waver and question the sanity of such a meeting, at one time seemingly excited and at others rejecting the whole idea and refusing to discuss it. He would roll away from Helen and feign sleep. She however never budged. She was adamant about their going and would just go deaf to any objections which David raised.
On Friday night Helen slipped into bed beside David and assumed her favourite position: her hand round his cock and her legs wrapped around his thigh. She began working his rampant dick. "I've been emailing Drew since our surprise visit from Jean."
"What the fuck." Shouted David. He started to sit up. Helen grabbed his nuts and cock with both hands. "Relax David and listen." She went back to jerking on his prick and he lay back. "We plan to use and abuse both you and Jean. You want it and we want it. You are going to experience every possible combination which four people can imagine and you are going to be our sex toy. A jolt of excitement shot through David's cock at the use of the term sex toy. He involuntarily began pumping his ass at the images that it conjured up.
"You like that don't you David. You liked being a sex toy for me and Drew. We are going to make you do things, nasty, perverted, twisted things. What could you do? We forced you to do it. No responsibility. No taboos. They made me do it." She pumped on his cock furiously as she planted the seed. David began bucking and reeling as he came in gut wrenching torrents of cum. "That's my good boy. We have nasty, nasty plans for you. We will not discuss this again. No more discussions, no more cumming till tomorrow night. Now go to sleep."
Helen was true to her word and refused to even listen to any talk or comment on the subject. She hummed and busied herself throughout the entire next morning and afternoon.
Saturday evening found them outside Drew and Jean's sumptuous home. "Are you sure about this..." David began to question her and she hoped out of the car and fairly bound across the walk and to Drew's front door.
Drew and Jean came to the door dressed casually, he wore chinos and an expensive cardigan and Jean was in a lose fitting summer dress. "We are both so pleased and relieved to see the pair of you." Drew said. He kissed Helen like a friend and shook David's hand. They were led into the living room and Drew served drinks for all. He sat alone in a large chair and toasted the occasion. "To us and our new relationship."
"Let's not be coy about this thing." He began after everyone drank the toast. "I'm going to fuck Helen in front of you two. I hope you both find it uncomfortable. Helen and I will enjoy each other immensely. We have been speaking and I am aching to get at that body. I hear you have jealousy issues David. That is tremendously arousing for me. Jean is the same, do I will have double the pleasure." He crossed the room and sat on Helen's right with his arm around her shoulders. "You had better sit over there," he nodded towards the sofa across from them. "You and Jean are just to watch."
"Go on David," Helen commanded. "Do as you are told." She turned towards Drew. "I've been dreaming about this cock for ages." She reached her hand over his thigh and traced the length of his cock, just as she loved to do to David. David was amazed that she was acting the aggressor. "Haven't I David. When David would touch my cunt or I would toy with his cock, I would use your name Drew and pretend I was enjoying your thick prick. Does that turn you on baby?" She was wearing a red mini and a boat necked white jersey. She crossed her leg over Drew's thigh and pressed her crotch against him. Her ass was now completely revealed and Drew ran his hand up and down the length of her outer leg.
He reached down and unzipped his own fly and Helen greedily fished the hard cock out of his pants. "Oh, Drew. It's bigger than I imagined. Oh fuck, I'm so horny Drew. Do me right now. Fuck me. I can't wait."
His hand slid down the front of her stomach and into her panties. "I've always loved the way your cunt protrudes. I nearly began salivating whenever I saw you in tight pants or in that goddam bikini. You're fucking soaking Helen. God you're a sexy woman. Are you my little sex kitten Helen."
"Mmmm," she purred and buried her face into his chest. They carried on as if David and Jean did not exist. David was bright red from humiliation, from shame but mostly from sexual excitement. To see his lovely wife performing as she always did with him, to see her handling another man's cock, to hear her slutty talk, enflamed him even more than he had imagined that it would. He was also acutely aware of Jean, who sat beside him fully dressed and watched her husband preparing to fuck Helen. His inner turmoil was a seething cauldron of emotions. But each emotion, hatred, jealousy, love, passion, resulted in increased lust. Surprisingly, he longed to see him finally bare her cunt and stick his cock inside her. He also wanted to whip out his own cock and jerk off to the scene. He longed to dive across the sofa and fuck Jean. Instead like Jean he sat knees together watching. The only movement was from his straining cock.
Helen and Drew were locked in an embrace and their hands ran feverishly over each other's bodies. Drew would be squeezing a tit one instant then prodding Helen's ass, then searching out her clit. She was bent on the same sort of exploration of Drew's body. She took particular delight in stroking the length of Drew's huge cock, working her hand from the base to the tip, accentuating its measurements. They were silent because they had their tongues buried deeply within each others' mouths. Only loud grunts, groans, and guttural noises crossed the room to the two spectators.
They both stood up as if on cue and tore off each other's clothing. "My God, it's beautiful," Helen gushed as she stood facing Drew. She was staring down at and fondling his cock. For the first time she stopped and looked over at David, she gave him a wicked smile then dropped to her knees and began sucking on Drew's engorged cock-head. Now Drew looked flatly at both David and Jean as Helen licked, sucked and kissed his cock. He grinned at the pair as he placed a hand on either side of Helen's head and began working her face back and forth on his cock. "Suck me Helen. Suck my cock. Take it down your throat. Oh yeah that's it. That's what I've been waiting for."
When Drew could hold it no longer, he pulled his cock quickly out of Helen's sucking mouth. There was a resounding plop. He sat on the couch and Helen threw a leg over him. "No, no. Turn the other way Helen. Face them. I want them to see my cock fucking you. I want us both to watch them as we cum."
Helen stood up and turned around. Staring straight at David she lowered herself down and searched for Drew's cock with her other hand. She guided it into her cunt then sat down upon it, with an, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes Drew. It feels so good. So right. Fuck me baby. Make mommy cry out for it." All the while she looked from David to Jean, drinking in the emotion which emanated from both of them. She bobbed up and down obscenely till she started to scream with the coming orgasm. All she said was "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." repeatedly and in time with the slapping of her ass against his balls.
Drew began to buck and pitch with the unmistakable signs of his own cumming. David saw the glistening penetrating cock begin to pulse and Helen's fuck juice was now mixed with the creamy thick cock milk. The mixture oozed out of his wife's cunt and covered Drew's balls. Helen collapsed back onto Drew's chest.
Drew spread his knees even wider apart and splayed Helen even more in the process. "Come over here you two." He commanded. "Right over between our legs. Right over here and kneel down." Jean moved immediately into place and David followed as if hypnotized. Their thighs touched as they knelt, inches from Drew's cum covered balls and Helen's still pulsing cunt...