My Wife’s Girl Friend Ch. 07 by laver1812

Emma was my wife’s girl friend, who she had met when she started dating women, after discovering her own bisexuality, and she switched between etc relationship with her and myself. Every Thursday she became Emma’s girlfriend, and was hers for 24 hours, after which she reverted back to being my wife. This switch was symbolised by her removing her wedding ring, and locking me into a chastity device, which remained on until she became my wife again the following day. As well as the weekly switch, she also spent a complete weekend with Emma once a month at our house. When this happened, she would switch on Friday night, and I would be locked in chastity until the following Monday morning, when Louise would unlock me, and put her wedding ring on.

During the times that she was not with Emma, we lived as a happily married couple, sleeping together, and doing typical couple things, but when Louise switched, I was relegated to sleeping in the garage, in a large dog cage, and spent the time as their slave, mostly naked apart from the cock cage I was forced to wear.

Two weeks ago, I had come home on a Thursday evening, expecting to have Louise lock me in, only to find that she had changed things round, by putting herself in the cage, to wait for Emma. That night, Emma had used her as her slave, savagely beating her, and making me fuck her up the arse while she was tied to our bed. Emma had ended the night by joining me in the spare room, and fucking me, before disappearing the next morning.

This had been a significant change in the relationship between the three of us. Prior to that night, they had always treated me very badly when they were together, mostly ignoring me unless I was needed to cook, serve food, or clean up after them. They would have wild and passionate sex in our bedroom, while I was forced to listen, locked away in the garage underneath them.

My wife’s awakening, when she had discovered her bisexuality, has happened after we ventured into the world of BDSM, spending a weekend with a couple who Louise had met online, snd that we only knew as the Master and Mistress. This had led to her dating women, eventually meeting Emma, her girl friend. Louise had always been the dominant one in our relationship, both in and out of the bedroom, but it now seemed that a further awakening had occurred, where she was discovering and wanted to explore, her submissive side.

After the night that she had spent as her self styled “Emma’s Bitch,” we had, as we always did, spoken frankly about our experiences, and she had been quite candid about how much she enjoyed being used and abused, mostly by Emma, but also by me, so I wasn’t surprised to find out she wanted to further explore this new. Emma was due to come for her regular weekend stay n a couple of days, and Louise told me to expect the weekend to be a bit different to the others.

“I’m not going to say too much now, but Emma will explain it all on Friday.”

Friday arrived, and just as I was leaving for work, Louise told me that when I got home, there would be a note left for me, and I was to read it as soon as I got home. Work passed very slowly that day, but eventually I was finished, and rushed home, to find the note waiting in the kitchen, in Louise’s hand writing.

“This weekend will be a bit different to usual. Please do not get undressed, but go and wait in the sitting room and wait for Emma. If I arrive before her, I will go straight upstairs. Do not follow me, and do not try to speak to me.”

Intrigued, I made myself a drink and went to wait in the sitting room. A short while later, I heard the front door open, and then the sounds of foot steps hurrying up the stairs. I resumed that it must be Louise, but mindful of my instructions, sat in anticipation on the sofa. It wasn’t long before the door opened again, and then Emma came into the room.

She had obviously also come straight from work, her small frame dressed in a conservative business suit. Emma was shorter than my wife by about 6 inches, with short spiky blond hair, small pert breasts, and a perfect, toned, body. Louise in contrast was very full breasted, with long black hair that cascaded down her back, and like Emma, would happily parade herself naked in front of me, while I was constrained in my cock cage.

Emma tended to ignore me as much as possible, and any contact had always been brusque or dismissive. Her attitude had only started to mellow the last time she was her, when Louise had offered herself as her bitch, and surprised me by suddenly joining me in my bed in the middle of he night, leaving again as soon as she had fucked me.

Tonight, she wordlessly went and made herself a drink in the kitchen before coming to join me on the sofa. Reaching her hand to my face, she gently stroked it, before starting to talk.

“Things are going to be a little different this weekend. Louise has realised that she has a need to be dominated, and wants to immerse herself in that for the next couple of days. She is still going to be my girl friend, but you are not going to be our slave this time.”

She looked down at my lap, raising her eyebrows in mock surprise as my hardening cock was starting to become noticeable. Emma was a very sexual person, even dressed in the severe suit she was wearing now. Her eyes sparkled, and she had a wonderful subtle scent that she always wore. Nearly every time I had been physically close to her previously, my cock was encased in a cage, but at the moment it was free, and was reacting to the beautiful women sitting next to me.

“As you have probably guessed, I prefer woman most of the time. Louise will tell you she has discovered that no one knows how to please a woman like another woman, Men have that thing between their legs, which can have its place, but they don’t have a woman’s silky touch, her soft skin, her perfect kisses, and most importantly of all, a woman knows exactly where to put her hands.”

She laughed at me, as my face fell.

“Oh don’t be so sensitive. Men have their place. I enjoy a good fuck from a real cock from time to time, and you are not too bad in that regard you know. I’ve had bigger, but I’ve also had a lot worse, so you will do, for now.”

I wasn’t too sure where this was going, until Emma clarified.

“Don’t get too excited. Louise is definitely sleeping with me tonight. However you are going to be allowed to use the spare room, and you don’t have to be our slave for the evening. Louise can do that! Something special is going to happen tomorrow, but you will have to wait and see. Tonight we are going to stay in, and enjoy Louise!”

She left me on the sofa, and I heard her going up the stairs to join Louise. She had changed her clothes when she returned about 30 minutes later, wearing thigh boots, a short black mini skirt and a vest top. As usual, she was braless underneath, her small pert breasts pushing against the top, and her nipples making two small points in the material. Behind her followed Louise. Emma was leading her on a dog lead, attached to a colour round her neck. She was naked apart from a tiny black thong, and a pair of high spike-heeled ankle boots. Her ams were cuffed behind her back, forcing her chest out, and her large firm breasts jiggled as she was led into the room. The final touch was a large ball gag, forcing her mouth wide open.

Emma led her to stand in front of me, and spanked her hard on her bare buttocks, before tugging at her lead, and forcing her to her knees. Louise lifted her head to look at me, her eyes wide and moist, as a couple of tears dripped down her cheek. Still holding on to her lead, Emma came to join me on the sofa.

As if this was the most normal, suburban, Friday night, she calmly asked me, “shall we order in some pizza?” We sat and chatted while we waited for the pizza to arrive, Louise kneeling at our feet. Emma had a riding crop on the sofa net to her, and as we talked, she absent-mindedly stroked it with her hand. I noticed that Louise kept flicking her eyes at it as she knelt there, with her head hung down, both Emma and myself deliberately ignoring her until the door bell rang.

When I returned with the pizza s, I handed one to Emma, and opened my own. Emma had picked one for both of us, and I realised that nothing had been ordered for Louise. As we started to eat, Louise still had the ball bag in her mouth, drool dripping down her chin and onto the wooden floor. Emma reached behind Louise’s head and undid the gag, Louise gasping, and working her moth to relax it. She glanced in terror at Emma, who was staring at her with a severe look on her face, and raised her finger to her lips.

Emma barked, “not a single word!”

Louise nodded her head quickly, and lowered her gaze again. As Emma finished her first slice, she dropped the end of the crust on the floor. Louise remained still, forbidden to move. Emma continued with the next slice,again dropping the crust on the floor, motioning for me to do the same. By the time we had eaten half of the pizzas, there was a little pile of crusts on the floor. Emma put her pizza down, and picking up the crop, tapped it gently on the back of Louise’s head, pushing it down towards the floor. She uttered a single command, “Eat!”

Louise bent forward, struggling to reach the small pile with her mouth. Her breasts mashed against her knees as she folded in two, just managing to find a piece of crust and pick it up with her teeth. She continued as we watched in silence, breathing heavily as she struggled to pick up each piece. Eventually she was done and sat back on her heels, looking up at Emma. Her mouth was smeared with tomato, and her hair had fallen all over her face. Emma silently picked up another pice, and thrust it into Louise’s face, wiping it around until she was covered in sauce. A second piece was wiped around her hair, until that was matted and sticky. I watched in silence as Emma continued, until Louise was covered in sticky pasta sauce on her breasts, in her hair, and on her face.