Being Neighborly Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Being Neighborly Ch. 02 by fitfidelityfifty64,fitfidelityfifty64
Part two begins with another ‘real life’ event that happens multiple times a week. All of the characters in this story exist in some form around my life and it’s fun putting them in these positions. The every day events and conversations are real, so are the thoughts represented here on all things relationship and sexual. We are all in our upper 50s (except when indicated) and the first chapter was tagged “mature”, this chapter will be placed in BDSM.

I also want to note, part of my fantasies is that my wife has similar ones (since we really don’t share in real life) and in the end it’s Escape (The Piña Colada Song) where they each go looking for an affair and find each other…and neither is pissed. So rather than the usual tropes around betray and cheating, I weave things together than eventually work themselves out, sort of…

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Stretching for my run I couldn’t help but feel normal.

It had been almost a week since I first cheated on Mel fucking Jill in our kitchen, and then later that day fucking Jill front of Brian tied up and hooded in some sort of basement lair they lured me down into (didn’t take much luring).

Did I deserve to feel normal? No, but I did.

At my age (59) I stopped running everyday ever since the cartilage regrowth surgery was successful, still enjoying 2-9 miles a week instead of the punishing 25+ miles I did 10 years ago.

We have a three mile loop crisscrossing three developments and includes a newly built park with a 1/2 mile walking path. Many of the couples in our neighborhood use the park and safe streets for exercise, some driving in from surrounding areas. Most day’s we’re populated with spandex, sports bras and hair pushing out of ball caps running or walking.

Hidden by sunglasses my eyes follow the bounce of the women’s curves, check out the cleavage and I dream about random hook ups and running into them in other places.

I’ve caught neighbor Camilla and her 25 year old, 36c bounce, many times on the trail, inspiring fantasies of innocent patio talk that turns carnal.

Carla (Jill and Brian’s daughter), 23, walks her dog there, mopey beautiful in a less athletic way and often waves to me from the trail, stirring creepy thoughts, or from her front porch. Carla was moving out in a couple months, while she and her boyfriend stay with Jill and Brian occasionally, I imagined them fucking every time they pulled into the garage and disappeared up the stairs to the house.

Then there’s Gabriella, or Gaby, the ex-olympic cross country runner who walks her dachshund about the same time that I do in the morning. Kaiser, my schnauzer, didn’t get along with her dog, but I would notice a smile and hair adjustment about 6 months into our moving there. Her legs were fantastic.

I considered, for the moment, I felt normal because for the first time I turned a fantasy into reality.

Circling the upper development and heading down the hill I replayed turning Jill on my island, fucking her in plain sight of the least travelled road, she climaxing; turning and swallowing my cock; My seed was still in her stomach when a dinner; Mel knew I had been invited to, turned to a dark dungeon scene later; MISTRESS Jill getting a Master’s treatment from me, taking my second load in her well groomed cunt; until I tried to engage with her slave Brian (or ‘Shitstain’); She kicked me in the balls, tried to cuff me to a bench, and swore she’d get hers; I’d locked her to the bench, only giving the keys up to Brian later because they were flying out to be away for a week at their other home.

I made it to the first run of our hill and I waved at Mel, who was in the big picture window. I couldn’t help but notice how easy it would have been to see Jill on the island and me behind her, though and you really couldn’t have noticed exactly what was going on if you were driving. The hill got my heart rate going, the thoughts had me hard in my shorts.

Getting to the top, I approached the second development thinking of all of the ramifications of what would happen if Mel found out. Jill was returning in a couple days and I’d resigned to play along with her threats until I could find a way to box up our affair. What if it was an email, call, text, even a letter and Jill wanted to meet or even just let it out?

Pretty simple at this point, cop to it, be remorseful and see where everything lands. This neighborhood and house turned out to be our dream move, and we needed to work another five years to pay it off and a divorce would see us both have to move. I knew neither of us wanted that to happen.

We had seen and heard about many couples our age split up, signaling they were drifting apart for years before the kids left the house. Mel and I weren’t like that, while we struggled with our intimate times, my tryst with Jill sparked our marriage into having sex four times this past week in multiple positions. My brain was in damage control and trying to save what we had and moving forward would be the strategy at this moment.

The development went down the hill on the back side and led into the park, Mary Cutter was walking in the direction I was going, her long black hair tied up, she had a larger backside but nice and formed from her daily routine. She had a tank top on today, a first that I could remember, and it showed she had a large set of breasts that bounced when her arms moved back and forth.

“Hey Mary!” I said passing her.

“Donnie! You scared me!” she exclaimed, her smile always big for me, I checked into her gapping cleavage even being held back by her strengthened sports bra. I personally thought she might be the one I would have a meeting with, never seeing a husband, boyfriend or anything around her house that was five down from us. I always imagine crawling into cleavage and hers made me feel warm and welcome, and I wondered if she’d noticed my erection bouncing in my shorts.

The black, latex, dog bag holder that Kaiser and I had used many times reminded me of Mistress Jill’s lair and the vision of Shitstain suspended, red from whipping and flogging, and my morphing into some sort dominant Master did bring a little dread into my belly.

Having read and even written about BDSM for years, I’d imagined myself both in the submissive and dominant roles. I played it perfect, fucking Jill while she humiliated her strung up husband, my cock getting all it wanted. I then made one mistake and Mistress Jill defended her turf by kicking and punching, I couldn’t imagine what else may have happened that night had I not got her under control.

It was normal and seeing myself in that role it felt normal.

I finished the loop in the park, sometimes going twice if I wanted over three miles, but today just once. I headed out of the park and I saw the Riches, mid-40s blonde and bald man, good shape, coaches with kids in high school, middle school and upper elementary. I couldn’t imagine having kids anymore and both Kelly and Gary waved, you could see they had worked hard to keep in shape, something Mel and I did in those mid-40 times.

I saw the hill, one last sprint up the steepest part, a great way to finish because at my age I still was eager to be done. I turned and saw down the street approaching the intersection Bruce and Kyla, two body builders, rough with tattoos lean mass and always a fierce look. They were very approachable, I spent a good hour at the HOA fall party talking their workouts. I imagined him satisfying one or two women with the husband in the room Cuck style, more direct than what I did a week ago.

The hill was hard, but I made it to the top, my breath short and I stopped to stretch and regain some of the blood that pumped away from my limbs. Turning to walk the 1/2 block home Sophie, a 76 year old widow of just a couple years walked by with her dog Candy, a weak old dog that “was her husband’s” as she told a story of loneness and having to hang on longer than his dog. She was slender and described her late husband as viral and energetic before the cancer. Now she was lost without a companion having had the best for 50 plus years.

I laughed to myself as she waved and moved on, how different Mel and I’s marriage was now that we had made it 28 years and I chose to violate our vows so abruptly, falling for the empty nest trap or perhaps just circumstance. Kinda hard to fuck around with little ones and sharing the responsibilities of raising kids and two incomes. I felt better off than Sophie is some ways.

I stretched in the garage, glad that I had another day to contemplate my options, figuring I’d let things play out when Jill got back, but wanting some idea in my head how far to take, or let, things go.

Feeling normal I walked into the mud room, took off my shoes petting Kaiser, and moved into the kitchen.

“Good morning Donnie,” Jill said sitting in the swivel chair opposite of Mel sipping coffee. She had a tight tank top on, push up bra, hair up in a bun showing the sun she got in New Mexico, her cleavage prominent, and her legs crossed.

“Back at you Jill,” I said sweating still, walking by them both to kiss Mel.

“You hadn’t told me about your arrangement, I mean I’m willing I’d just a heads up would have been nice,” Mel said, my heart stopping knowing it wasn’t sexual, thought whatever Jill had concocted had similar tones.

“I didn’t think they would be back till tomorrow,” I said searching for a stall till more information surfaced. This game was fun I thought and threw it back at Jill. “Plus I forgot about it anyway, what have you discussed so far?”

“I’ve gone through it once Donnie, why don’t you give us your take on our arrangement?” Jill expertly pleased with the position I was now in sipping on her coffee, my mind quick and decided to just jump into some “ridiculous” possibility to end the volley of buck passing.

“Didn’t you say Brian found Mel hot and you two wanted to start swappin?” My tone and pace evident I was kidding, almost getting a spit take from Jill and getting a disappointed glare from Mel. “Truthfully I was pretty drunk and don’t really remember. I think I hope it wasn’t that.”

“Wow, one dinner and you ruined it so I never get out of the house,” Mel said, looking at Jill and apologizing for my attempt to draw a sexual picture. “He’s been extra, well, amorous lately…sounds like a symptom of that came out of his mouth.”

“Interesting idea, Donnie,” she said kiddingly as well ‘playing’ along. “You volunteered your lovely wife to lead yoga for us. I wanted to start, you loved dong it and I didn’t want to do it alone.”

“Yeah, and then you’d do strength training afterwards,” Mel added looking at Jill for a confirming nod. “Any of it ringing a bell. Apparently you’ve checked out their basement?”

“Yes…” I said hesitantly wondering what I missed in the basement.

“It wasn’t finished, but will be by Monday,” Jill said, getting up. “With that in mind I’d better check on Brian’s progress.”

“Oh, slaving away in the basement is he?” I quipped, getting a stern look for my reference. “Can I come over and see your progress?”

“You two go ahead, I’m in the middle of laundry,” Mel said, stopping me from having to create an excuse to exclude her from joining us.

“Alright! We’ll plan on starting Monday at 5:30?” Jill asked, looking at Mel only.

“Yes!” Mel exclaimed eagerly.

We walked out the door and once in the driveway, safe from my wife’s ears, Jill did waste time and cut to the chase quickly.

“I left a letter with the HOA letterhead on your desk,” She snarled and stopped me in the middle of the street, her glare meant to intimidate, I found it interesting. “This was cute and fun, but I’m serious. Tell her you’ll both see it Monday and go study what my expectations are moving forward. If you want our ‘little secret’ to remain just that, you’ll take me very seriously from here on out.”

“You would have told her,” I said when she turned to go, her face in a question/disgusted scrunch. I continued…”You would have told her if you didn’t have something in mind. Just to let you know I’m in for whatever you have in mind and then some.”

“You can keep your ‘then some’,” she said with air quotes around that, knowing I had my role inserting itself somewhere. “I will end the game, end your marriage and clean up the rubble you leave in your wake.”

She turned and marched into her house not looking back. There was no control to be had here in that moment. Watching her I concluded I could play things out and come up with something plausible to cut down her “claim” we had fucked.

I’m a pretty good story teller, having navigated Jill and Mel Round one I felt pretty normal. I caught a glimpse of Sophie going into the house, it made me wonder if her husband was a dick like me and she broke up, maybe her life wouldn’t have relied so much on him. What if my suggestion of swapping came about, what if Sophie and he had an open marriage? Then the skills to live a life less lonely at any age would be had, and she wouldn’t just wither away. For her age she would attract the best of the upper 60 year olds I thought.

I was both worried yet calm walking to my office, Mel had gone to the shower having done a workout in our fitness room. I thought about meeting her for more guilt relieving sex, but I hadn’t showered and she wouldn’t touch me until I did.

I turned my attention to the letter on my desk

My anticipation grew walking into the basement, through the TV room and seeing the letter sitting on top of my bills.

I opened the envelope and read the following –

” read and sign below

I, Donnie Adler, agree to the following stipulations:

– When alone (without Mel) in Mistress’s house I will obey all commands, asks, or requests.

– If messaged I will complete all requests within 24 hours.

– I have no sexual boundaries, though my safe word is “BUST “.

Failure to comply to this contract will result in immediate disclosure to my wife Mel.

Of sound mind,

Donnie Adler

I was so Fucking hard.

I’d led every sexual encounter I’d ever had, and seeing Jill’s husband bound, whipped and humiliated, reinforced my love for dominance. Still, submitting was a tantalizing thought, giving up control and imagining the pleasure behind the pain that Brian had been living gave me pause and contemplation.

I was ready to play her game out until the opportunity to flip the script. Judging by her submitting to me so quickly it wouldn’t take much for me to regain my dominance the minute I needed to do so.

I slept well that night.

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Mel and I trucked across the street at 5 a.m. to begin her yoga practice with Jill and I, medication beginning at 5:15 and yoga promptly at 5:30. The door was unlocked and we walked through to the middle of the floor stairs to the basement where she had her yoga mat. My heart skipped several beats flashing back to seeing Brian naked and chained in the corner while fucking Jill just feet from Brian.

I was surprised we weren’t in the other room.

“Good morning,” Jill said pleasantly, dressed in a white braless yoga support top, black yoga pants I assumed were pantiless and she helped us lay out our yoga mats arranged in a triangle. Jill moved and kissed Mel on the check thanking her. “I’m looking forward to this and Donnie bringing the work out vibe afterwards.”

“No kiss?” I mouthed to Jill while Mel’s back was turned, getting a surprising grin in her lair, her mood happier. “Nice space.”

Mel got started, Jill winking at me at my ‘nice space’ comment and we went through a meditation that simply had us focus on the word “growth”, saying it over and over slowly. Mel would add statements of “growth” and how to grow in-between each time we said the word. The fifteen minutes finished, she hit play on her iPone sending soothing music through the speaker she brought over and soon we were moving through an hour long yoga flow.

It did feel amazing, moving our bodies together getting a good stretch and work of small muscle groups. When finished we gave her the usual bow and stating “namaste”, Mel hugging Jill before leaving and chatting about having dinner sometime.

Jill walked up the steps, I could see her legs at the top waiting for Mel to leave and then turned to me. Up until then I hadn’t really thought about the next hour, except I had a written work out as ordered on a text yesterday ready to hand Jill.

“Strip and go into ‘child’s pose’,” she said using a yoga pose to start our hour session. I stripped quickly, tossing shorts, underwear and t-shirt just behind me, she grabbed my paper and looked it over, then turned her attention back to me. “Thank you for the work out, now stay there and listen.”

My cock laid out on the cool mat, my naked body exposed, my wife showering across the street, I assumed the doors were locked. I remembered the wink, the positive response to my joke to start the session.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad…

“You know I have nothing to lose in telling Mel everything,” Jill said, getting onto the ground to eventually do pushups, side arm balances and crab walks. “In fact if I got you out of the way I bet Brian and I could get her into some sort of threesome arrangement.”

I did think Jill’s cheek kiss on Mel was a bit sensual and that my wife leaned into it appreciably. My cock hardened replaying that moment sexually in my mind. Jill did a set of all exercises and began to clarify some things.

“Your safe word ‘bust’ is also a command word for you,” she said walking around me taking a set break. “If I say bust, just the word and looking directly at you, not matter what you are doing you must come here, strip naked and assume this position. Got that slave?”

Slave? I thought. “Yes…um, Mistress.”

“Mistress, correct,” she said. “You may answer questions, just don’t ask them. You must assume you can’t do something unless I tell you you can do it, but again, don’t ask questions.”

“I understand…” I said, then gulped.

“That’s NOT a FUCKING question,” she said and slapped my ass. “I will eventually train you on punishment, and will count your mistakes until that day and use them for training.”

My cock was so hard.

It didn’t stay hard, she basically finished her workout, went upstairs and got herself coffee and after the full hour was up told me to, “Get dressed and take that limp dick out of my house.”

I hustled to my feet, Jill standing at the foot the stairs with her arms crossed inspecting me as I moved around, then walking to me as I put my shirt on. She stopped me before leaving, her eyes fixed and serious.

“You’ll take Mel like you took me, from behind, and you’ll think of me slapping her thighs with yours. Do this before our next session in two days. Got it?”

“Yes Mistress,” I said still holding her gaze.

“And drop five pounds by the end of the month or you’ll find out you won’t like my weight loss program,” She sneered at me and then pushed her face forward for a kiss, not touching any of my body. Her mouth turned on mine, tongue inserted, pushed forward and I pushed back, before she ended the kiss. “Very good slave. Now go!”

I turned and left.

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“Not tonight,” Mel said, turning down my advances for the first time in a couple weeks. “I’m getting up early tomorrow.”

The upside, literally, of my infidelity and entering a contract with Mistress Jill, was my perpetual hard on returned. I was hard all the time in my teens through early 40s and my late 50s showed up and not so much.

“Mel, you’re going to waste this,” I said in a coy tone, pushing my cock to her back, sliding it down her crack. I thought of Mistress, her instructions to fuck Mel from behind I heard her voice in my head, ‘think of me while your thighs are slapping’.

Mel didn’t respond, nor did she much at the beginning of sex and I amped my brazenous up a notch and pulled at her PJ bottoms. It had been a long day thinking of my command from Mistress Jill, wanting to get it done and not risk having only one night to finish the task. I had already spent the day fasting trying to drop a couple pounds this week.

“Stop!” she said abruptly, her hand swatting at mine. My cock hardened and my blood began to boil. In an instant I moved my hands to each side of her shorts at the waist, slid behind her under the covers, lifted up and yanked them to her knees in one motion. The dominance I lost to Jill now surfaced in my marriage bed. Mel cried out, “WHAT THE FUCK!”

I ignored her anger, with my shorts off I moved my hips and cock forward, my knees between hers, scrambling fast and pushing my head to her cunt. I bounced once off her taint sliding upward, tempted to just enter her ass right there. She fought initially, pulling away, my hands holding her steady while I thrust forward.

“DONNNNNIE!!!!” She screamed my name my cock tearing into her cunt pushing all the way in on one thrust. I thought of Jill, her body bent over our island, in her lair, my cock plunging to it’s depth, before pulling back and ramming again. “OHHHHH! FUCKKKkk!!!!”

My rhythm got going and we were slapping thighs, echoing in the bedroom, the hardest fuck we’d had since moving there. Again and again I pulled full back and thrust full shaft inside her pussy.

“OH! OH! OH! YES! YES! OH! OH!” she exclaimed and orgasmed quickly. I fucked her hard wishing my Mistress could hear us, thinking of her sliding on my cock, the duality of the erotic thoughts weaving together.

“Feel me,” I whispered into her ear, her mouth open, her breathing erratic forcing moans and cries out. “Ohhhhh baby….”

I came, holding it deep inside her, pushing her forward, she pushed back to get the last sense of me inside her body before collapsing on my weight. Mel lay there, I pulled out and laid beside her looking at her body, legs spread, cum leaking out, knees still propping her ass up a little. I put her lights out and she was asleep before she could scold me.

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“Stand at attention!” Mistress said, our Wednesday morning yoga session over and Mel across the street and in the shower. “Bend at the waist and hold your ankles.”

Mel hadn’t talked to me much since I took her forcefully from behind, putting her to sleep after her body shook and convulsed an orgasm. We entered Jill’s house with the strain of the past two days heavy in the air.

“You’re not very flexible, Slave,” she said intently, I wondered why she hadn’t given me a name yet, then thinking it’s only our second session. “Did you do as I asked with Mel?”

“Yes Mistress,” I said, not elaborating.

“Tell me,” she said, leaving it open for me to talk. I had studied the rituals and protocols, understanding that each domme had their own spin, I felt comfortable where Mistress Jill was compared to my literature online.

“I was ready Monday night,” I said, being succinct and not elaborating. “She was not, so I forcibly took her from behind right before bed.”

“I see,” Mistress Jill said, still in yoga pants, this morning in a tank with a sports bra, hair up. She was walking around me, I was still upside down of sorts when I felt a cane run up the inside of my leg. “Did you think of me, Slave?”

“I did Mistress, think of you the whole time,” I wanted to say more, but mistakenly stopped.

“Explain!” she said forcefully, making me happy to tell the tale.

“Her hips were your hips when I pulled her to her knees, thrusting inside I felt your pussy, your flesh, I heard your sighs and when I came, I came into your body,” I stopped there.

“Mmmm, very good slave,” Mistress Jill said complimenting my story telling. “You paint a vivid picture. Now go to the floor and kneel, sit back if you can and wait.”

My flexibility in my 50s declined yearly, the yoga helping yet the constrictions of time and aging are undefeated. I could only kneel, not being able to sit on my heels.

“Slave, you are farther along that I expected,” Mistress Jill said, prancing around in front of me, she shimmied her sports bra off, over her head, breasts bouncing when released, nipples hard, rolling her yoga pants off. “We will need rules, the first you’ve already done and is when you are with your wife you will think of me. The next time we are alone you will tell me exactly, to the detail, what we did. Now Slave, do a better job, tell me how you fucked me last night.”

She sat back on the weight bench, exposed her pussy to me spreading her legs wide. She had her hips in a semi-upright position and leant back onto the bench. She undid her hair, it fell around her shoulders, I could remember her looking back when I fucked her against our island, and in front of Brian.

My cock was screaming hard.

“Mistress she…I mean…you refused me, I had asked you to fuck me even as I pressed my hard, dripping cock against your back. My hands moved to your bottoms, pulling at the flannel fabric and you slapped my hand,” I said, replaying every moment and trying to illustrate it as best as I could for her.

“Mmmmm, very good slave,” she moaned, two fingers sliding over her shaven cunt and then inside, pulling them back over her clit, her hand was purposeful and you could tell this was a common occurrence for her. “Ohhhhhh”

“My anger at your refusal spurred my action, throwing your hips away from me while I pushed my body on top of you, controlling it, pulling at your bottoms and ripping them off your hips, down your legs.” I said still telling the story as if I was fucking Mistress, not my wife. “My cock didn’t wait and pressed against your taint, bouncing almost, then thrusting deep inside of you in one motion.”

“AHHHHH!!!!” Mistrees Jill wailed with me, my weight settling some back, cock out strong still, I wanted to stroke it, remembering do only what instructed. Her hand moved in and out, over her clit and burying deep. I had never watched a woman masturbate in my 59 years on the planet, it was beautiful to see her wriggle and move against her hand. “OHHHHHH! Kajirus! Yes!”

“You cunt ripped with the friction of my force, getting wet, I pulled back and slammed again, pulling you hips to me,” I continued. “Your flesh held my cock, letting it slide yet holding it firm, my face contorted to the pleasure you body gave me.”

“Oh yes! YES! Kajirus!” she called me, later finding out it means – ‘I am slave boy’. Her hand slamming in and out while I went on to describe slamming in and out of Mel.

“I pump your body again, and again, my cock plunging again and again,” I began to repeat, going back to my cock in my wife sliding in and out.

“Kajirus, cum with me, reach down and join me,” she said. “Oh! OH!!!”

I curled my hand around my cock and began to stroke, it was already quite hard and stimulated from watching Mistress work her hand into her pussy.

“The warmth of your cunt moved me close, my eyes rolled back…” I said and pictured the night before.

“Oh yes! Kajirus! YES! NOW!” she demanded.

Worried, I stroked fast and the load I had for her moved close.

“OH God! YESSS!” she cried.

“Mistress!!!” I called out not knowing what exactly and I sent a beautiful load into the air.

“Kajirus!!! Ohhhhh….” she slowed her assault on her pussy, opened her eyes to see the second and third spurt come out and my cock start drizzling cum on my hand. “Ohhhh Kajirus! Very good!”

Mistress Jill’s hand moved out of her cunt, she swiftly made her way to me, her wet cunt’s sweet aroma in my nostrils, she put her fingers in my mouth, the flavor of her juices so good. Reaching down she moved my hand to my mouth as well and I cleaned my fingers, tasting my cum for the first time in a long while, the erotic nature of the moment fueling a comeback from my cock.

“Clean them Kajirus, then clean what’s on the floor and on your sweet rod,” she said. “My little cum sucker bitch. Mmmm you please and disgust me all at once. Now clean up the rest of your mess with your mouth!”

I finished her fingers then she withdrew her hand from my mouth and motioned to the floor, moved away to the sheet of paper I had laid out for her to workout and began with her weights. Watching her do squats and lunges naked, I lapped at the cum on the floor, dabbed my cock with my fingers and sucking, then legs and stomach. When finished I moved back to my kneeling position, watching her move into the arm series, it propping up her breasts, Mistress Jill’s eyes looking at me, my cock hardening again.

“Be gone Kajirus!” she said the minute our hour was concluded. I dressed, leaving her to her workout, looking back catching her breasts dangling while she did wide legged deadlifts.

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Mel looked at me when I got back with suspicion holding her phone. I moved past her and she faced me while I approached the coffee pot, I wondered if I had a shirt inside out or what was going on.

“Explain…” she said holding up her phone, my heart sank, those were the same words she said discovering my online affair with an old girlfriend showing me incriminating old emails then and now I wondered while Mel asked. “Why so aggressive?”

Mel held out a text that Jill sent to her just a minute ago, that read “I really want to know you better Mel, I’ll join you for yoga tonight but I need you to join me for a couple drinks after.”

“I mean she’s friendly and all, and I like her and Brian, but she’s a bit…” Mel said and I cut off knowing exactly what Jill was.

“Demanding…” I finished her sentence. “Look, she’s to the point, that’s her. We’ve said for the past year we want to do more with the neighbors and she’s feeling comfortable with us now.”

“I did invite her to NewBo tonight since I knew you had a meeting,” Mel said, justifying her invitation to a set date night activity we’ve always held. “I was going to suggest a drink anyway…”

I could hear the excitement wrapped in perplexed wonder at the tone. I was both a little worried and a litter excited, thinking of my Mel being dominated by my Mistress Jill, being humiliated and offered to me bound and gagged. I hadn’t been punished yet and my imagination sped ahead of an already fantastical sexual situation. Mel liked her and all of the possibilities were laid out before us in this moment.

The meeting went slow, my mind drifting to Mel’s night with Mistress, my imagination putting my wife in leather exposing her breasts, Mistress naked like this morning, canes, whips and at one point candle wax. I almost had to go to the bathroom at one point and jerk off to put my hard on away so my co-workers wouldn’t see. Did I fear this, or did I want this?

Each time my phone vibrated I expected a cryptic message from Mistress. It was late in my work day when it buzzed and this time it was her and it just read “Snapchat MistressJill0065”. I had snapchat and remember in our early conversations talking about how I didn’t use it much. I fumbled my phone and opened the Snapchat icon and searched Mistress’s name. It appeared, the blonde with black dress and fire eyes bitmoji greeted me and there was a snap to me directly from her.

The short video played, my wife Mel waiting outside with her yoga mat and Mistress Jill turning the camera to her and saying to the camera, and me directly. “We’re heading out early to shop first…Do I tell her tonight? Hmmmmm….”

I didn’t worry at first, because of course she’s NOT going to reveal our arrangement; she’s NOT going to tell Mel her husband fucked her twice and came watching her masterbate this morning; Mistress is NOT going to tell Mel she’s dominating and humiliating both Brian and her husband.

I found a baseball game to watch, my dog Kaiser on my lap after walking him the last time, I fell asleep.

I was awaken by the sound of crashing the door into the table and two women’s voices laughing, the loudest being Mel’s. Kaiser jumped down and rushed to the door.

“Itttsss oakkkay, boy,” I heard my drunk wife’s voice say. “It’s jusssssttt, sweet Jilllly.”

“Okay Mel, steady inside…Donnie!” Jill called out just before I appeared, relieved she passed my wife off to me. “Oh good…she’s all yours.”

Jill disappeared shutting the door and Mel was bracing herself on the bench, still half standing, looking up through her eyelids, hair down around her face. I moved to help her thinking she was going to fall down, her gaze was intent and she was so quiet I thought she might throw up judging how she was coming in the house.

I stepped forward to help her.

Mel bolted upright, thrust her hands to my chest slamming her body into me while her mouth kissed mine deep, the taste of red wine evident, our momentum slowly moved us towards the kitchen, her legs moved and guided me past the island to the sectional.

“Mel, what the…” I began to say quietly, breaking the kiss.

“Shhh. Shhhh. Shhhhh. Love,” she said, now pushing me down to sit. She kneeled and smiled, her hands on my shorts pulling at the elastic waistband, I lifted enough to get them free and soon my member began to rise with this aggression from timid Mel. Her hands were on my thighs staring at it growing and when it was hard enough and she lowered onto the head of my cock.

“Mmmmgfftt,” she moaned pushing her lips and mouth down on me, licking and moving her head around. Mel was a world class cock sucker, though once I learned how a former boyfriend abused her, the drama involved, I hadn’t had more than three in the last 10 years. “Ohhhggffftttt!”

I leaned back, my cock wet and warm in Mel’s mouth for the first time in many years. I was glad I had came that morning or I would have blew my load in her mouth instantly. My eyes shot open, she released it and fumbled at her tank and sports bra.

“SHhheee told me…” Mel slurred and lifted the garments over her head, her perfect 34c breasts, a little sag, exposed, “Tollldd me tooo do something spontaneous….Mmmmmgfftt.”

She was quickly down on my cock again, pushing her face forward hard jamming it in the back of her throat, my hands moved down and fondled her breasts, my fingers rolling her nipples, she struggled on my cock. Her hands came up finding her breasts taking them in her hand and rising up. She moved forward pressing them around my cock smiling now, pleased to see my surprise and smile develop.

“I’mmmmmmm, mmmmmm your SSSssslut, Baby” Mel said, sliding up and down my shaft with her breasts, looking down and spitting between them, the saliva trailing off her lip down, she repeated that getting the lubricant between them, sliding my cock faster, bouncing. “Am I yourrrr Cummmmm Ssslutttt?”

My cock slid between her breasts, hands pressing the beautiful flesh together, this garbled attempt by my wife was cute and fun, triggered from our past, directed from Mistress Jill. Our shared sex coach had resurrected a time 20 years ago, a memory Mel must have reminisced about fondly.

I knew exactly where this had to go and what I needed to do. I escorted her to the living room, we were low enough and it was late enough, that there shouldn’t be anyone watching and I didn’t care.

“You are my slut, Mel, now get rid of your yoga pants and lay back on the floor,” I commanded, she looked intently in my eyes, loving that I was taking the reins firmly, she released my cock and slid clumsily back onto the floor and worked her waist line down.

I stood above her letting my shorts drop and took off my shirt, holding her eye contact. My cock dripped her spit and I lowered my knees down beside her stomach, my balls just below her breasts and my cock laid out on her upper stomach.

No words were needed, I moved ahead, on my hands now, my stomach above her face sliding between breasts pushed together. She leaned forward when I pushed forward enough to get the head of my cock to her chin, her lips able to kissed the tip, give it some more saliva before it slid back. I did this very slowly, holding it so she would circle the tip and the head with her tongue, take it in with her lips.

“Ohhhhh,” she sighed while I pulled back, I looked down from being propped up on my hands. I knew where I wanted to take this, sliding it up further past her breasts, Mel’s lips taking it, parting and I kept going sliding a little into her mouth while I fucked her tits. My hips rocked back and forth, sliding amazingly easily between her orbs of flesh, her lips just letting the tip inside her mouth each time. Then I pushed my hips back, and cock into her throat.

She gagged, “Gmmmfftttfhattt!”

I pulled back out of her mouth, rose my hips up and pivoted my body around exchanging places with my knees so now I was over her body, in a suspended 69 position leaning forward onto my hands. She giggled, her hands found my cock, guiding it into her mouth at the same time spread her legs showing me her trimmed pussy, wet and glistening.

In an instant I was inside her mouth again, and I turned my hips forward stuffing it uncomfortably back into her throat. I smelled her juicy flesh, cunt ripe and ready.

“GGGHHHFFFFF!” she gagged, spitting it out when I pulled back. “Slowerrrr, Bbbabe.”

I slide forward slowly and she spit on the head, the memory becoming a live event we were replaying, she tilted her head back and I pushed into the resistance, paused and pushed a little harder. She adjusted and there was some give and I pushed harder again.

“OHFGGGGtttt!” she moaned on my cock while it made it’s way back further and further, my body weight keeping it there, pausing and getting a little further back. Her hands went to my hips and the last inch forced its way into her throat. “SLllGfffttttt!”

I could smell her sex right in front of me, I pulled back just a little and pushed forward through the resistance again, her throat showing my cock sliding about three inches inside, then further moving back and forth.

“GAHHFFT! GAHHFFT! GAHHFFT! GAHHFFT!” Mel moaned and gaged while I picked up the pace and fucked her face. “GAHHFFT!GAHHFFT!GAHHFFT!”

I wanted to taste her, but I was getting close and I didn’t have time, my surge grew fast and with one last thrust I pushed further inside and shot my load deep into her stomach.

“MMMGGFFTTTTCCTTT!” she gagged and coughed, I pulled out of her mouth slowly, my third spurt of cum landing on her cheek. Coughing a little she lunged back to take my head in and suck out the white fluid, licking and taking in any that had escaped. My finger moved to her cheek got the dollop of spunk from her face, she eagerly licked in clean then began to slide out from under me. “Mmmmmm so warm Baby, your cum slut approves.”

We instinctively kissed, I tasted my own cum for the second time that day, pressing my hands into her breasts, she sat on my legs, wrapping hers around me and we just made out for a few minutes after my finish. She needed getting off, and she knew I needed time.

We kissed and fondled, her hand down on my limp member. She smiled pulling back away from my face, stroking my cock.

“Remember our pre-kids sex?” she said referring back to the scene we just relived, a moment 20+ years ago in our first house, drunk after a neighborhood party. “You were amazed I could dddeep throat….”

She got a look on her face of worry, and then quickly rose up and headed for the bathroom. In an instant I could hear her throwing up, my cum, drinks shots that Mistress Jill had ordered.

Mistress Jill! I thought in a panic, I totally forgot.

I hadn’t thought of my domme for one moment, just Mel beneath me taking my cock down her throat.

“Shit,” I said out loud, hearing my wife vomit repeatedly in our bathroom.

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Mel spent the morning sleeping in and had me call into work. It was Friday and she could work from home and I hoped she would sleep in and recover. We were planning on cooking out that night and just enjoying time alone on one of the last few good summer weekends before the fall kicked in with football.

“Hey, I invited Jill and Brian over tonight!” the text from Mel excitedly read once she woke, my stomach sank a little since we hadn’t decompressed the evening of limit pushing sex. I felt the connection, Jill’s fingers now into my wife manipulating her somehow, sending her to please me.

I knew she’d ask me if I had thought about her during sex with Mel. I’d better be prepared the next time Mistress Jill would interrogate me. I contemplated lying, but wouldn’t do that, a large part of me wanted the pain. I just assumed she set me up to fail so that she could teach me the consequences of disobeying her wishes.

I got hard thinking about the consequences, the pain of a whip, cane, flog or cat o nine tails, they hung nicely on her false wall in the basement.

“Awesome, just thaw enough hamburger,” I said texting back the obvious and got a ‘thumbs up’ emoji in return.

“What did you two talk about exactly,” I texted wanting a back and forth.

“We can chat later,” she said with a devil emoji.

“Fine” I texted back with a hands up, giving up.

Work went by fast and soon I was pulling in our driveway with Jill and Mel sipping on something while I noticed Brian over mowing the lawn. He waved, but the sweat poured off him from the sweltering heat. It was funny, I thought, that he’d seen and heard me fucking his wife, probably knew about her arrangement with me yet we just waved like we were just neighbors.

A normal suburban Friday night.

“Hair of the dog,” Mel called out with a giggle and her hand moving to Jill’s knee for a moment.

“Hey, go help Brian finish up, so we can all have a drink,” Jill commanded without an ask. “He’s got a couple things still on his list.”

I walked over, looked back and Jill rose her glass while Mel went in for more. It was that moment I realized I was in her stable of slaves, Kajirus meant “slave boy” and I was relishing this thought. I walked to meet Brian, hoping he’d bestow some wisdom, a welcome, something.

“If you trim the front bushes, I’ll probably be able to get the rest,” Brian said, seeing me hesitate for a moment in my polo and shorts from a casual day at work. “Don’t hesitate too long, or you’ll find out why that’s bad.”

“Thanks,” I said passing him into the garage, he let me look for the charged trimmer on my own. I walked past him while he put the mower away and just stated. “So this is what it’s like?”

“You have no idea,” Brian said without looking at me or elaborating. He was right, I had no idea and I had no inclination to be the little bitch he was. I had a couple ideas I needed to pen out, but was already plotting switching all of this on Jill.

I went out front, a little hard wondering when I would get an idea from Mistress and for the ladies I took off my shirt. I didn’t have as much of a Dad (empty nest Dad) belly and had been working out for a week, trying to get some improvement for Mistress.

“Woot! Woot!” Jill called out, prompting Mel to do her infamous ‘finger whistle’ echoing across the neighborhood. They both laughed behind me, I didn’t turn around fearing the ire stacked on my crimes from the night before making our next session unbearable. I flexed a little on purpose the promptly circled the five bushes out front, making them as symmetrical as possible, getting bits and pieces on the sweat building on my body.

The women disappeared into our house and I finished the cutting of the bushes then raked up the clippings and found their compost bin around back. I was wiping sweat off when I saw Brian pulling out of the driveway, standing shirtless while Mel walked to me and Jill got into the car.

“See you two in an hour,” Jill called out, the door shut and they sped off.

“What the hell?” I said.

“Donnie follow me,” Mel said, her hair was primped up, she was wearing a tight camisole, no bra so I could see her nipples through the white fabric and a short summer skort. It was hot outside and the heat emanating from my wife was double or triple that temperature.

We went into their house, down the steps and hanging from the ceiling of the workout room was a sex swing. She led me to the front, started stripping my clothes and began talking, not making much sense.

“Remember I said ‘she told me’ before, well I just jumped ahead and we got busy.” She said kissing me and I nodded ‘yes’. “The told me I needed to be your little slut, long story, but we’re here and she wanted us to try out her swing.”

I noticed the word ‘her’ and looked around for cameras, not seeing them. We continued to walk towards it and she pushed on the straps and series of wider straps. She leant forward, almost falling through it for a moment before looking at a couple spots on the straps.

“Jill said it’s best from behind,” she said shinning her skort down, panties and all, her bush now perfectly smooth.

“You’re willing to do this?” I said, moving to my shorts having sweat running down my face and neck. “Mrs. no sweat sex…”

“Just fuck me,” she said and leant forward, cinching her camisole down under her breasts, finding the torso strap, arm straps and leg straps. My cock was hard and sticking out when she looked over her shoulder spreading her legs wide. “You shorted me last night so this better be good!”

“You passed out bitch!” I said playfully and moved my cock to her open legs. “I should fuck your ass for that!”

“Soon, but not tonight,” she looked back with a sneer, like there was a playbook I was peaking ahead. “My pussy needs you.”

I pushed my cock in that wet, sloppy cunt, using the weight and the swing to bounce her out and back on my shaft.

“OH FUCK!” she wailed, I pulled back on the straps, slamming inside her holding her there. “Baby!”

The zero gravity, combined with the fact my wife and Jill were similar sizes and the swing fit her perfectly slid her off me when I pushed away. I fumbled a little twirling until I could get it under control, her hair down to one side, looking back eagerly for me to put her back on my cock.

“Fuck me Donnie!” she pleaded, my hands steadying her, watching her breasts bounce and sway.

“Hold on Cunt!” I continued with my talk from three nights ago and last night.

“Oooo, take me, it’s your cum slut, remember?” she played right with me. “AHHHGGGG YES!”

I slammed inside, held it firm and began using my weight and hips to thrust into her, bouncing her off and holding it tight enough so her pussy slipped right back on.

“OH! OH! OH! OH! YESSSS!” she climaxed and I kept pumping. “OH! OH! OH!”

She tightened her legs around my torso and I leant forward, putting my weight on her back and she suspended me as I lifted my feet off the ground. The wider strap on her stomach distributing my heavy body on top of hers nicely.

“Mmmmm, MY pussy feels so good on MY cock,” I whispered into Mel’s ear imagining it Mistress Jill AND Mistress Jill watching on the side as I fuck my wife in her lair. “You’re sooo good.”

“Fill me,” Mel said, turning to my kiss lingering by her cheek.

I hopped off, sliding out of her again, twirling her around slapping her face with my cock, popping it in and out of her mouth, slapping her a second time with it before rotating her cunt to me.

“I should jam this down your throat and fill your stomach with my hot cum again bitch!” I said after the last slap and then lined up and stepping forward I shot my monster hard cock towards her hole, pulling her back, hitting it perfectly and driving instantly balls deep into her wet cunt.

“OHHHHHH!!!! GOODDDDDDD!” She exclaimed orgasming instantly. “Come on Baby, ride me!”

I slapped her ass and then pushed into her deep, pulled back to my tip letting the swing do the work and then slammed her again and again.

“YES! YES!YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!” She called out, not climaxing but in some sort of euphoric state I’d never seen in 28 years of marriage. “OH! OH! OH! OH! YESSSSS! YESSS!”

I was building mine, getting closer, I tightened the stroke up, going only 1/2 way back, hitting her with rabbit fast thrusts.

“Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Oh! OH! YESSSS!” she called out and the second her last ‘s’ tailed off I thrust inside and released a long day’s load. It was strong and plentiful and I held firm inside her. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

I slid out, we had 15 minutes before they came back.

Hanging there, wet with her, my cock drizzled cum onto the tile floor. She dismounted the swing and I motioned for her to come to me, held out my cock and she instinctively cleaned me, sucking the cum and pussy juice from the glistening shaft.

“My balls!” I commanded, something she’d NEVER done, not even during courtship. She had to notice they were shaved taking both instantly, slurping and sucking both together, let releasing and one at a time. She looked up at me I pointed and instructed her. “Clean it off the floor.”

Mel bounded over, hands around the drizzle marks, and lowered licking the cum, her naked body showing marks from where the straps were suspending us. She then sprung up, moved towards me and kissed me hard, her tongue in my mouth, sharing my flavor.

“Mmmm, Baby that was hot,” she said, breaking the trance. “Let’s get dressed and wait for them on our outside.”

She was energized, sliding her skort and panties on, camisole now highlighting her still hard nipples. Her hair half-primped still, half-messy, a look that said ‘cum slut’ I thought bounding up their stairs, ass tight in the skort, plump and delicious to gaze, following her.

“Wine?” she asked when we arrived in our house,. I nodded ‘yes’ and she poured me a glass of dry red from a local place. “Can I get you anything else before they get back?”

“No, I’m good. Really good Mel.” I said just looking at her, holding my face in her gaze and sitting back on the chair. “What’s going on? I can’t get over how, well…horny you’ve been the last couple days.”

She looked at the porch floor, bowing her head a little, a curious expression across her face while a finger ran over the edge of the wine glass. Mel’s leg bounced while her brain whirled for a reply, not knowing where my mind was, open to any response in this moment.

Part of me wanted the fantasy of climatic, messy bliss, wanted her to say she knows about Mistress Jill, hoped my domme had enslaved Mel and had instructed her to keep me satisfied or suffer the consequences. (I shuddered knowing I had them coming, again I didn’t picture Mistress on my cock the whole time in the swing).

“Our sex has been good that last couple weeks, Donnie.” Mel started looking up and sipping at her glass. “I was wondering why and sort of threw that out there to Jill after yoga at the bar. I asked about her and Brian’s sex life after 55, noting I was seven years younger than you.”

No clue where this was going.

“What did she say?” I asked just to break it up, give her a chance to pause and think.

“She asked me ‘is the sex good enough?'” Mel’s face being serious. “I told her that ‘it wasn’t.'”

“Shit,” I said, lowering my head, almost ready to reverse roles right there, submit to my weakness in bed, have them both whip and torture me for my years of poor performance.

“Until…” she said getting my face to turn up to her greeting me with a wry grin. “Until you took me forcefully a few nights ago.”

“All the rest was crap and….” I began, Mel cutting me off.

“All the rest was ‘good’, I mean I came didn’t I?” she giggled. “Something inside of me yearned for that, well, carnal sex like when you throat fucked me 20 years ago…that’s why I wanted to relive that and I told Jill about it and she said, ‘dam it then do it!'”

“HEY! YOU TWO!” Jill called out from their car turning into her house. “YOU LOOK TOO SERIOUS! WOOO! HOOO!”

She was hanging out the window, a drink in a plastic glass in her hand. Mel wanted to finish her thought and continued through Jill’s shouts.

“Jill told me too ‘be your slut'” she said, nodding with wide eyes at ‘told me’. “To travel back to the days I gave my pussy up for anything and do the same for you tonight.”

Jill shot over to the porch, her legs long out of her white skirt, white panties showing glimpses. She was in a patterned exercise style, racer back spaghetti straps with a peach color. Her drink had a lid and sloshed when she bounded up our steps.

“Did you use it?! Tell me you used it!” she exclaimed looking back and forth from my face to Mel’s. her breasts opening to us as she almost squared in excitement.

“Ah, yes?” Mel said meekly.

“Yes, we did,” I said confidently and Jill lunged forward kissing me. Bouncing off my face my eyes following her as she grabbed Mel’s and kissed her hard on the mouth.

“Don’t tell Brian I just did that,” lingering in front of Mel’s surprised face and slipping into the third chair on our porch.

She was hyped and looked over for Brian who was putting things away in the kitchen.

“Oh! They have the best Friday night farmer’s market in town if you haven’t gone,” she said blowing through the fact she just kissed both of us after we fucked in their basement. “Brian! Bring that bottle of…”

He already had it in his hand with a beer for himself and a chair since we only had three on the porch. Watching him walk across the street I realized in some capacity all three of us were serving Jill in real life.

“Is this the right one, dear?” He held it out for her approval, I pictured him in his leather, cock dangling, holding out the bottle. She gave him a nod. “Donnie, do you have an opener inside?”

“Sure thing,” I said and got up to open the bottle I figured was in Jill’s glass and they just purchase at market. I thought to myself I had a chance to ask Brian something again, the last time he didn’t give me anything, fearing the consequences.

“Did I miss anything?” Brian asked out of the blue, my mind had concluded in real time that he had to know Jill liked to kiss women or like Mel or whatever at this point.

“Nope, just Jill in hyperdrive,” I said flippantly for no reason other that she was bouncing everywhere.

“Oh, she’s in one of those moods,” Brian said finding the opener before I could show him. “You’ll figure those things out, if you ever have us over again that is…”

“Do you have any advice for me here Brian, or do I get to just experience this?” I said blankly.

Brian continued to uncork the bottle and looked up at me and smiled. What was going through his mind I had no idea, he knew I saw him bound, tortured and then listend as I fucked his wife.

“It’s different with everyone she makes contact with, the journey seldom has a reason,” Brian said, looking up and me. “It can be the best and worst thing you’ll ever experience all at once. Again, did I miss anything?”

“She kissed both of us after I told her we used your sex swing,” I said blankly, knowing I’d pay for it soon.

“I figured,” he said and moved towards the door.

“What’s that mean?” I asked.

“Dunno,” he said and we went out to the porch.

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We were laughing and exchanging stories of our youth, no sex, no nothing, I served dinner, the stories of the neighborhood entered in some, but mostly their business, my job and basic get to know you information.

What was consistent was I would ask Mel to do or get something and Jill would ask Brian, both obeying knowingly like it was a secret that was obvious in plain sight.

We learned about Camilla, the daughter of our neighbors to the south, used to date an all-pro lineman for one of the Texas teams. And that Camron and Anne, from Boston, had separated a couple years ago but were back together.

“We should invite them over with us sometime,” Jill said, the ‘us’ rolling off her tongue like we were longtime friends welcoming THEM to the neighborhood.

It felt odd.

“Brian, could you go run me a bath, I think the wine’s gone to my head and I could use a little alone time,” Jill said with a wink to Mel, though I had seen her skills in getting herself off up close. “Goodnight you two, I bet you’re spent.”

Another wink from Jill and a giggle from my wife, Brian was already up their steps when Jill turned away from us and left.

I was perplexed watching our seemingly sexual night turn into every neighborhood porch party. I turned to Mel, who was still sipping and watching Jill step up to her doorway and disappear in her house.

“I’ll be damned,” I said, Mel looking into her glass and then at me. I asked, “Did you find all of that odd?”

“You ask a lot of questions. Just come in the house and fuck me,” Mel said, and I turned, we made it to the room and I missionary plowed my wife’s cunt until she came twice and I collapsed very satisfied.

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My phone buzzed on my nightstand around 4 a.m. and the snap read “bust” written over a picture of the leather clad body of Mistress Jill, bustier showing her naked breasts propped up nicely. My heart raced, slowly slipping out of bed, not disturbing Mel or Kaiser who was tired from the people over.

I was in shorts without underwear, cock bristling and a t-shirt, now moving through the bedroom and quietly into the kitchen. I moved fast, imagining myself some sort of sex ninja, my senses alive at the danger, somehow trusting Mistress she knew how to handle anything that was about to happen, that she was in control.

I stepped out of the garage, having to open it, avoiding the front door ring camera knowing if I stayed to their garage side I would be out of site. I had a full hard on entering the street, it bouncing in the slick fabric of my shorts, I saw no lights on the houses around me and headed up the short sidewalk to their porch. The inside door was open and the low light of the basement shown up the steps that you could see just off the kitchen. So much had happened down there already, there was so much more to cum.

Down the steps I went, almost tripping and falling forward, hitting the bottom I stripped off my shirt and threw it behind me, then at the foot of the yoga mat that was my spot I stepped out of my shorts and kicked them back towards the shirt. I knelt instead of child’s pose, my cock sticking straight out.

I bowed my head, chest breathing heavy, not sure what was next when the side room door opened. I heard breathing from inside, a place I hadn’t gone, it was heavy and strained and was a man’s breath. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening, another man here?

“Kajirus, you please me with your swift attention,” Mistress Jill said, her bustier slightly pushed down, hair a mess, long boots with no panties. I lost my focus on the side room. “You displease me with your attentive nature of pleasing your wife…”

“My apologies…..” Before I could finished the back of her hand hit my head.

“Silence! You speak when told to speak. Oh, Kajirus you have so much to learn,” she said pulling out a Cat O Nine Tails, yanking it back and thrusting forward delivering a snap to my back and ass.

“Ahhhgggggh!” the surprise mixed with pain.

“Kajirus, that is disappointing…” she said moving around to my front, leaning over showing me her breasts, then stating in a mocking tone, “I thought you were tougher than that….”

Mistress was quick, stepped back cocked the device and smapped a shot across my chest.

“Ohhhfff,” I said muffling the pain, my back throbbing some and now my front.

“How many times did you forget who you were fucking, while inside your wife these past couple days??” She said and wheeled back and hit me again, pulled back and swung harder.

“OHhhfff! AHHHFGGggghhhftt!” I exclaimed then answered. “Ahhh, ummmhhh, every time I forgot and every time I remembered! “AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH!”

She went back and forth three times, with expert precision, raking my stomach and just above and my chest. I was red in streaks, a few welts, I looked up at her as she spun, dropped the device and moved to a shelf.

Back she came holding a clear plastic device, kneeling quickly while my senses were spinning, holding my cock and sliding the clear plastic over the hard tip.

“Thrust your hips forward Kajirus!” she commanded and I obeyed, her hands holding it tight, the short shaft attached to a plastic, rubber like ring that separated and made it’s way around my balls. She was tugging backwards on the stealth, my cock hurting while it stuffed further and further down.

“Almost there Kajirus!” she pushed and tugged, there were stars in my eyes, I passed out and fell backwards.

I woke up there was a small lock on the top of the cock cage, a soft plastic device that I assumed was to stifle any sexual intercourse between my wife and I. It felt okay now that my hard on receded and looking around I noticed Mistress was gone.

Out of the corner of my eye, as I rose to my knees, there were moving shadows in the side room and I heard a male and female voice talking. The lights were flickering and then you could hear the low moan of a man’s voice, his cock entering Mistress and she screamed.

“AHHHHGGGHH! Kajirus, get out! AHHhhhhght! OOOUUUUUTTTT! OH!OH! OH! AHHHHH!” I heard while scrambling and getting into my shorts, my T-shirt in hand and I ran out the steps. I could hear a man’s deep breath, tone very low just before I pivoted and I KNEW it wasn’t Brian.

“Ohhhh Bitch!” The low toned man moaned, the flesh slapping her back thigh’s pushing into her, Mistress Jill’s voice shrill and high pitched responding to each thrust.

“Shit,” I said to myself, not looking to see if anyone was watching while running to my house, the new cage getting more pressure from my cock. The sex noises heard disturbing yet erotic creating pressure, the pressure back from the clear chastity device my mistress bestowed upon me.

Kaiser barked, waking Mel.

“What the heck Donnie!!??” she exclaimed waking from a deep sleep by the dog and my disheveled look, heavy breathing at 4:45 a.m. Saturday morning.

“I heard a noise in the garage,” I said. “A loud crash, I was shocked you didn’t but rushed out in case we left the garage door open, I mean we were drinking and distracted.”

“And???” Mel said, sitting straight up, her breasts exposed from our last lay for apparently the next 30 days.

“Nothing much,” I said, still breathing. “The garage door was open the only thing I could guess was there was a box of tools that was on the garage floor, it must have worked loose or I didn’t put it up right.”

“Geez,” she said and hit the pillow. “You’re lucky I’m sore from the last couple weeks or I’d make you fuck me right now to lower my heart rate.”

“Not lucky really,” I said, trying to keep up a good front.

We slept in until 10 a.m.

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“Jill texted,” Mel said hopping up and heading to the shower. “We’re going to Galena for a girls day. I told her we didn’t have any Saturday plans and you can golf or do shit around here.”

“Hmmmm,” I said sort of thinking out loud. “That should work…Dinner?”

“We’ll figure it out and let you know,” Mel said, the shower running. I got coffee going and stayed in my shorts, no underwear with my cock covered in a clear restraint, t-shirt. I looked across at the house I was just at and noticed Camilla kissing a large black man goodbye next door. Camron and Anne were gone a lot of the summer at their lake house, leaving Camilla home to do her thing.

I sat on the porch, looking into Mistress’s house and Camilla getting one last squeeze of his hard, large ass. My mind churned out a sober whirl of questions without answers.

‘Why am I permitting this?’, ‘Why don’t I tell Mel and just end it?’, ‘Why do I freely let Mel go with Mistress?’, ‘Why don’t I just cut this stupid thing off my cock?’. So many more why’s.

I came to one answer for all of them.

I realized in that moment I fucking loved the high of being Mistress Jill’s submissive. I still had a plan developing to take back control, though I wasn’t sure how the 30 day abstinence challenge would be resolved.

The pain of the kneeling in her lair, taking each blow, feeling my cock harden, her hand expertly forcing the plastic over it, the excitement and pressure cutting off something to my brain and passing out. It was all amazing, waking with the the restraint only a Mistress could have put on me.

If I didn’t care to get caught, I certainly cared to keep it going at all costs. It was all so fucked up! I should confess to Mel and let her cast me aside for my perversions. In due time perhaps, right now she could be involved…I could only hope. Was that my ultimate wish?

Jill is in total control of me AND my wife as it relates to this situation of cheating, then controlling our sex life and in some ways our lives. Her total control stems from my desire to be her submissive AND her dominant, not the adultery I concluded.

It was only a matter of time, I thought, Jill was a master of psychology playing off my desires and being a sexual puppet master to my wife, leading her to what?

Mel drove off with Jill, a hearty wave from the neighbor version of my Mistress, a relaxed smile, sunglasses, sun dress on Mel, her breasts showing cleavage and her ruby red lips. They left and at the moment I didn’t know what was going to return, leaving my wife with my Jill.

I patted myself on the back for quick thinking entering the bedroom last night, making the dog accidentally and coming up with the garage story. Then it hit me, the man!

“What the fuck?!” I said out loud standing between our cars. “Who the fuck was boning her?”

My cock stiffened in the cage, the sound of the low voiced man slamming into her cunt, MY CUNT! My dominance surfaced then thought, GOOD! I’ll find her man after man to defile her once I flip the script back. Slut!

I knew I had to get my mind off of last night, and everything, my cock was pressing into the cage uncomfortably. I went inside, woke the dog before Kaiser and I took a nap together.

I woke and decided to be productive.

Time to get some yard work done, trying to take my mind off of sex and tryst with Jill. I put on work shorts, tank t-shirt and in the soon to be 90+ degree heat began to split wood for the fire pit.

It was mid-morning, the humidity drawing streams of sweat off my body while I drove the hatchet, or sledge into a wedge, into an old fallen tree in the back yard. I was listening to a pod cast, had water and a beer going, and was alone to my thoughts absent sex for the first time in a long while.

That didn’t last long.

I had gone into the garage once and refilled my water twice. I almost go through the pile of logs when I turned and saw Camilla, bikini, red with black stripes, her breasts popping up over the top like full melons, her ass tan and plump, I imagined the man kissing her riding it both ways, in both holes, all night.

I turned away.

The pressure of the plastic became noticeable and then uncomfortable. I kept working and swinging the axe, getting the largest log cut from the trunk chopped down to a smaller cut to split. I hammered that through, the vision of her body still in my head, the throb still in my cock, the pain increasing as I tried to forget what I couldn’t.

I turned to look and she was laying on her back, topless, the most beautiful and fully tanned breasts I’d ever seen. Chocolate nipples, points visible but not erect, her shaven pussy in my sight while she adjusted her legs and then inexplicably….

She pushed her head over the edge of the beach chair, opened her eyes and looked straight at me.

“Oh fuck…” I said, my cock nearly exploding through the plastic, being held back, the pain increasing.

Her hand extended releasing her arm and soon she was pointing, turning her wrist so that her finger moving in a motion that signified “come here”, Camilla’s eyes wide watching my face contort to the pain. Her flesh was amazing, and she was calling me over, my sweaty, boxed penis self began to move towards the desirable naked woman.

The pain was too great. My cock wanted out and I began to limp, the allure of Camilla’s breasts, body, sultry finger motioning me to her soon wasn’t enough and I averted from a path to her, to inside my house. Her surprise twisted her in the lounge chair, watching in disbelief, my mind not believing it while it directed me up the desk steps and in the back sliders of the kitchen.

“FUCK! SHIT! GOD DAMIT!” I wailed, my crotch hurting, the swelling stopping and soon the erection passed. I moved to the window and saw an empty patio, her bikini still on the cement, her dogs out in the yard and her slider open. “Fuck…”

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“Really?” Mel asked in disbelief, the two women in the outdoor space at “‘Ye Ol’ Bike Path” Restaurant and Bar in Dubuque Iowa. It was along the river where the Mississippi trail met the Wisconsin path trail. There were 100 or more bikers sweaty and in spandex having a beer stop before moving in one of the four directions. “We’ve been at it like rabbits and now you say a month without?”

“Exactly!” Jill said leaning in, her proximity getting closer with each sip, sliding her chair over at one point. Mel noticed and didn’t mind, her aggressive, yet respectful manner was rekindling Mel’s interest in women. “Think of Donnie’s build up this month off, that explosion and in the meantime torture him with your legs around his head eating your sweetness.”

“Naughty girl,” Mel poked her arm with her hand and Jill laughed leaning into her shoulder. The two where just a half-foot from each other’s lips, their gaze held.

“Another round ladies?” the server asked, breaking their trance.

“We have to get going to our next stop,” Jill said, placing her hand on Mel’s knee and reaching for he check. “I’ve got this.”

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For the next hour I tried sleeping, watching TV, even a cold shower, getting some relief from the constriction of the plastic against my rising cock, my mind drifting to her nipples, shaved pussy and full lips. This was torture, her version, somehow getting the neighbor hottie to conspire to turn up the sexual energy and the pain.

I did some research on my computer, uneasy yet curious about Camilla’s actions, and concluded Mistress Jill got the wrong size plastic cage OR she intended for his to be misery when erect. I went to the basement, far away from windows, I couldn’t escape her in my head, the young, dark skinned, beauty naked and calling me to her with a finger.

The erection would begin, recede and begin causing pain.

A “Ring Doorbell” notification buzzed my phone, picking it up I saw a thumbnail image, baseball cap, dark hair and beautiful face close to the camera. It rang again on my phone, the chime wasn’t fully connected to the house, and I panicked.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” I said out loud, fumbling with the phone, getting the “Ring” application open and saw her standing there, looking around the neighborhood and getting close the camera, pulling a small metal object out of a small pocket of her tight shorts.

“Ebed, open up,” she said, I found out later ‘Ebed’ is Hebrew for slave, she was holding a metal piece closer to the camera making it clear it was a key to a small lock. “I am here to help.”

Calling me a pet name, Camilla appearing naked in the back yard the day my wife was gone, it was clear there was a Mistress Jill connection. I watched her face in my phone, her perfect skin, body still in front of the camera while I moved through my basement.

Slowly I walked upstairs, got to the door and opened it, letting Camilla walk slowly inside. She was wearing blue tight athletic shorts, a white tank, braless, her hair up and coming out of the back of a ball cap, long and flowing out.

“Nice place,” she sauntered through the entry way around the kitchen, the open living room and then the dining room. Camilla said more words to me in the past minute than the past year and a half of brief encounters. “Do you have any bourbon?”

I prided myself on having the best local bourbon. Feeling a rush of confidence I became as smooth as the liquor she was about to taste, sliding past her, brushing her hip with mine and reaching up to a high cupboard to reveal four different types lining the front.

“We are going to get along just fine,” she said, pointing to the Cedar Ridge “Quintessential” their most expensive that I had just picked up. “Splash of water on the rocks.”

I joined her, she melted into one of the island chairs, I leant over the end of the island we just looked and sipped on our glass for a moment, her tongue running slowly over her lip after the second drink.

“Good bourbon fuels carnal thoughts,” Camilla said, looking at my positioning on the island. “Is the where you boned Mistress?”

“Indeed,” I said sliding my hand across the edge, stepping back like I was lined up before moving towards her, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “She sent you?”

She had her glass in both hands, pivoting just her neck, swirling the drink and sipping, looking under her cap bill and just over her eye lids. A cute smile came to he face, and she leaned forward.

“We talk,” Camilla spoke not answering me, letting the mystery of everything hangin in the air. My brain was sharp, the liquor and excitement raced, my cock didn’t get too hard, but the pressure was delightful in the cage. “Down your drink.”

She stood up, downed her drink and held the glass out shaking it and letting the cubes clank. I did the same and poured us both another. She stood up, took another healthy sip and pulled off her hat and shook her hair loose. The tank was next, half-naked in my kitchen her breasts were firm, round and the brown nipples now hard in the center. I stared and took a deep drink.

She moved to me, lifted up my shirt, pulling it over my head careful not to let her ample, young breasts touch my skin, though I could feel the heat of her flesh. She backed up with her drink, letting the condensation drip down on her right breast, sipping and looking at my upper torso.

“Slip off your shorts and let me see your cage,” Camilla said smoothly, holding her elbows in pressing her breasts together.

“Shit,” I mouthed, moving my hands down, unbuttoning and then sliding them and my boxers off. I mimicked her, grabbing my drink, not so smooth anymore as blood rushed to fill my cock and my cock had no where to go.

The clear plastic was a little wet from the precum that was emanating from my cock the last hour visualizing and seeing Camilla nude. She shimmied out of her her shorts, smooth shave she stood before me naked. Drink in her hand she stepped forward and then sat on her feet, in a catcher’s stance, looking directly at my cock, sipping and watching my penis try to break out.

“That looks like it hurts Ebed,” again calling me a pet name I din’t know at the moment. I figured it had to do with Mistress and Camilla’s role. She licked some of the clear jiz off the cage, further getting it to try to grow, she let her breath travel over it and took the small cage into her mouth, surrounding my cock with the heat of her mouth.

“Ohhhggggh,” I moaned, the pain began to climb. Her drink in her hand slipped under my legs and she raised it up and in an instant my balls were in the ice, water and bourbon. “AHhhhhhggghhh!”

Camilla held it there, push up getting both in the icy bath, I moaned and sighed, almost spilling my drink while my balls got the treatment my ankle did after a bad sprain playing basketball.

“Now it’s a real rocks glass,” Camilla said, holding it there, reaching up and grabbing my drink out of my hand to drink herself, pulling and spilling a little getting as much into the wide mouthed glass that she could.

It was painful to start, holding it there, looking up at me, my head kicked back and eyes closed. Then the numbness increased and I realized it soothed my hardness, though the cold was unnerving. I saw her set my drink on the floor, still pressing the glass into my balls, reached for her shorts on the floor and found the small key.

She held it there for quite a while, my mind rushing to who may be walking by, biking or even glancing out of a car window. In two movements she pulled the glass off my numb balls, handed it to me, then reached down and got hers, my balls were dripping while we toasted. She had my drink, and I had to down hers, just after my balls soaked in it for 15 minutes.

“There,” Camilla said, her hand reaching down to free my cock in its prison, her other hand came to the lock and without looking she inserted the key, turned it and freed me. The plastic hit the floor and she moved to my mouth, our bourbon soaked kiss lasted a couple minutes, her hand now massaging my growing penis. “Go sit.”

She let go and pointed to the two swivel chairs that looked out into our back yard and the main road. I hesitated, tilting my head in question of the location open to the backyard. There were no houses, across the road, minimal traffic, and there were bikers or walkers.

“Shit, no one can see inside driving by,” Camilla said, moving over herself, her ass swaying with no tan lines, sitting down and crossing her legs. “Come on…”

I moved over, my cock hard and free feeling the jubilation of full extension. Sitting down it popped up towards my lap, my hand draw to it, pressing into flesh that felt different from its seclusion, restraint and the recent hardness trapped.

“Feels good?” Camilla said with soft inflection.

“Not sure,” I said looking up, still pressing into the shaft, it softening a bit with her intensity drop. “It throbs in different places and there is some pain.”

“Turn for a second,” and with that Camilla turned the back of the chair to the window. “Runners can see in totally.”

Kaiser raced out of the bedroom and began to bark at the couple’s accent up the hill. Camilla smiled at my old dog and then swiveled back to the openness.

“Are you comfortable naked?” Camilla asked, I looked over seeing her massage a nipple. “Do you like your body?”

“Not really on both counts,” She looked me up and down, I continued to massage my cock mimicking her fingers on her nipple playing. I didn’t know what to call her, I didn’t know my role. This was different from the truth she was talking about. “Do you want more bourbon?”

“Please Ebed,” She said then explaining. “You know that means slave, don’t you?”

“Figured as much, something yiddish?” I asked, she nodded ‘yes’. “If I am Ebed, who are you?”

She laughed for a moment, almost caught off guard not thinking I’d ask such a question, the with a thoughtful expression on her beautiful dark face saying, “Chaver. It means companion.”

Who’s companion? I wondered, was it Mistress Jill’s? Brian’s?

Pouring the drinking again I moved to her, she stayed seated her hand taking the glass from me quickly looking up the glass going to her lips while the other hand reached out and touched my hip. I froze in front of her, my cock sticking straight out, pulsing through all the discomfort. I took a drink, closed my eyes, then I felt it, those dark lips on the head of my cock.

“Ohhhh Chaver!!!” I moaned, Kaiser sat in the corner, my hand went down and felt her hair, now strewn about her shoulders. I took another drink and looked at the outline of her breasts, young shoulders and hips, naked beneath me, taking my cock in gently.

The word ‘companion’ raised an eyebrow on my face, she was in this with me somehow, I was unsure, her mouth worked my cock, her tongue painted spit while it swirled. She popped it out, spitting down on it, pushing it in her mouth and back, repeating until she took the whole thing in, looking up. “My God! OHHH Chaver!”

“GURTGGLLFFTTT!” She spoke on it, the vibrations magical. I thought I would have exploded a load down inside this beauty’s throat, my pledge to Mistress Jill, who seemed present in our first intimate moment. I was full on cheating on Mel with a second woman, surprisingly younger. She pushed forward, holding it now looking up before pulling off my shaft. “MMMmgfffpt!”

“You did well Ebed,” she said moving back to her seat, my mind turning with the moment, the bourbon, my eyes opened on closed. “Stroke it for me.”

She picked up her glass and watched me fumble, the spit from her mouth was sweet lubrication, I wrapped my hand around it and began to jack it in front of my youthful ‘Chaver’.