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The Proposition Ch 1

by Wayne C. Rogers

 

 

It was six-thirty when I finally got home from work on Friday night. Walking through the kitchen into the living room, I saw Danielle’s two children, Elizabeth and Steven (or Lizy and Steve as I called them), sitting in front of the television, watching an Indiana Jones video.

 

“Is your mom upstairs?” I asked.

 

Lizy nodded her head and said: “She’s getting ready for her trip.”

 

“Her trip?” I said, wondering if I’d heard correctly.

 

“Mom said that she had to fly to California this weekend for business,” Steve announced.

 

Everything suddenly fell in place.

 

I went upstairs to the master bedroom and saw my wife sitting on the side of the bed as she put on a pair of black high-heeled shoes. She was wearing a black full slip with spaghetti straps and black nylons. I could tell that she’d already had a bath. Her hair was combed and her make-up was done to perfection. Danielle, as usual, looked beautiful and sexy.

 

There was also an over-night case with a suit bag lying over it, sitting on the corner the bed.

 

“The kids said that you were flying to California for business,” I said.

 

My wife smiled at me. “I had a proposition at work today,” she said, standing up and walking over to the closet.

 

Danielle was a cocktail waitress at one of the major resorts here in Vegas, and she usually got propositioned at least a dozen times a day by men who were in town for a night or two. Sometimes, if it was a high roller doing the asking and the price was right, she’d say yes to their offer of a good time.

 

My wife loved men, sex, and money.

 

It was just that simple.

 

Though her first husband had been unable to cope with the affairs, I usually didn’t have a problem with them. Not only did I love her enough to accept anything she wanted to throw at me, but when we’d gotten married, I’d promised to give up all of my rights as a husband and to submit to her as a slave. I therefore didn’t have any say so in what she did, or whom she did it with.

 

 

Danielle and I had met almost a year ago at a local meeting for dominant women. It was a once-a-month get-together that was held in the home of a professional dominatrix who lives here in Las Vegas. The purpose of the meeting was to bring submissive men and dominant women together so that long-lasting relationships could hopefully be developed. Sometimes the relationships that were formed between a dominant and a submissive led to marriage, as ours eventually did. Danielle had been completely up front with regards to what she was looking for in a husband, desiring a man who knew when to keep his mouth shut and who was capable of obeying her every command without question. She also wanted someone who could accept her many affairs without getting jealous, or feeling insecure within the scope of the marriage. Last, but not least, she needed a person who would be good with her children, treating them with the love and respect that all young people needed to experience.

 

For my part, I fell in love with Danielle the moment I saw her. It was a Sunday night in the early part of November, and I arrived late at the meeting. It was raining that particular night, and the bus was over an hour late. I remember that I almost changed my mind about attending the meeting, thinking that no one would be there on a night such as this. Since it was a short walk back to my apartment, I was almost on the verge of returning home when the bus magically appeared.

 

It may have been destiny.

 

I don’t know.

 

When I finally got to Mistress Victoria’s home, the meeting had already been underway for nearly thirty minutes. I was cold and wet and not feeling very sociable as I hung up my raincoat in the hallway. Grabbing a hot cup of coffee from the layout of food and beverage that was on the dining room table, I entered the living room and sat in the one empty chair that was still available.

 

It was right next to where Danielle was sitting.

 

The first thing I noticed as I sat down next to her was the black leather jacket that was hanging from the back of her chair. I could tell that it was an expensive coat and could clearly smell the scent of leather emanating from it. The smell of leather has always had an arousing affect upon me. Directing my attention to the woman sitting in the chair, I automatically felt my heart skip a beat or two as I took in her beauty. I hate to admit it, but most of the women who attended these meetings were not very attractive.

 

Danielle, however, had the looks of a model.

 

She had dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, a nose that was perfectly shaped for her lovely face, and a chin that bespoke of strong character. Her hair was light brown with blondish highlights streaking through it, stylishly cut, and hung to her shoulders. Dressed in a long sleeved, dark blue silk blouse, a black pleated skirt that displayed a great deal of upper thigh, black sheer pantyhose, and black stiletto-heeled shoes, Danielle looked like a woman who was ready to take on the world. I judged her to be at least 5’ 8” in height, and somewhere around a hundred-and-twenty pounds in weight. I noticed that she also had long fingers with short stylish nails that were painted the color of blood red, and that there was a run in her pantyhose along the side of her right thigh.

 

Danielle realized that I was staring at her and turned to look at me. “It’s not polite to stare at someone,” she said in a soft, but firm tone of voice.

 

“I’m sorry,” I said. “It’s just that you look exactly like a woman I served as a slave in ancient Egypt.”

 

It took a moment for what I said to register in her mind.

 

She smiled at me and said,” That’s one of the most original lines I’ve heard in quite a while. I assume by your statement that you believe in reincarnation.”

 

“Yes, I do.”

 

“What’s your name?” she asked.

 

“William Croft.”

 

“Are you a tomb raider?”

 

“A tomb raider?”

 

“Like Laura Croft,” she said, laughing at me. “The movie with Angelina Jolie in it. My two children love that movie. Elizabeth, my daughter, wants to me just like Laura Croft, and my son, Steven, has fallen in love with Angelina.”

 

“Unfortunately, I’m not a tomb raider,” I answered. “I can, however, understand your son’s infatuation with Angelina Jolie. She turns me on, too.”

 

“What kind of slave were you in ancient Egypt?”

 

“An obedient slave who served his Mistress with absolute love and total devotion.”

 

“That’s exactly the kind of man I’m looking for,” she remarked.

 

“What’s your name?” I asked.

 

“Danielle Mariano.”

 

“How old are your children?”

 

“Elizabeth is twelve, and Steven is eleven.”

 

“Are they good kids?”

 

“Yes, they are,” she answered. “And I love them very much.”

 

“Why are you here?”

 

“Victoria asked me to come,” Danielle said. “I know her from the casino where I work. She likes to come in once or twice a week to play the slot machines. Victoria knows that I’m divorced and suggested that maybe a submissive man might be more beneficial to my particular situation.”

 

“And what situation is that?”

 

“I can’t be faithful to any man. That’s why my husband left me.”

 

“How did you manage to retain custody of your kids?”

 

“My ex-husband has two jobs and doesn’t have time to raise the children. Also, the only two things I asked him for were the house and child support. That made him happy and very agreeable.”

 

“So, you’re here to find a man who can accept your infidelities and help raise your two children?”

 

“Impossible, huh?”

 

“Not at all,” I said. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”

 

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

 

“Do you think you may have lived in ancient Egypt at one time?”

 

“I know I did,” she replied. “In fact, I was an Egyptian princess, and I had many slaves who served me with complete obedience to my every command. When a slave disobeyed me, I had him hung up by his ankles, and I personally whipped him into submission.”

 

“Did you enjoy whipping your slaves?”

 

“Don’t be silly. Of course I enjoyed punishing them.”

 

“I was probably one of the slaves you whipped,” I said, smiling.

 

“I thought you served your Mistress with absolute love and total devotion?”

 

“I did, but sometimes I needed extra attention from her.”

 

“Do you like being whipped by a woman?”

 

“It’s one of my greatest passions.”

 

Danielle laughed at my answer. “What are you doing after the meeting is over?” she asked with an obvious sparkle in her eyes.

 

“Whatever you want,” I said.

 

“Do you know where the Peppermill lounge is located?”

 

“It’s on the Strip, across from the Stardust Hotel.”

 

“Why don’t we go there for a drink?”

 

“I should warn you that I don’t have a car.”

 

“That’s rather unusual in this day and age,” she said. “Why don’t you own a car? Are you too poor to buy one?”

 

“My wife died of cancer several years ago,” I replied. “After her death, I sold everything we’d owned and took a bus to a Zen monastery in northern California. I stayed there for three years. When I came back to Las Vegas two years ago, all I had in the way of possessions were some clothes, a couple of books on Far Eastern philosophy, and a rather old Japanese katana. So far, buying a car has been way down on my list of priorities.”

 

“What’s a Japanese katana?” she asked.

 

“It’s a sword,” I said. “The head priest at the monastery where I studied believed in strong physical condition, as well as mental. When the students weren’t meditating or cleaning the monastery, we were taking instruction in Japanese sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat. In this fashion, both the mind and body were developed to the fullest. When I left the monastery, the head priest gave me his own personal sword as a going away present. It had been passed down through his family for over two hundred years.”

 

“You must’ve really impressed him.”

 

“I think I was probably the worse student he ever had.”

 

Danielle laughed, then asked, “Why did you leave?”

 

“The call of the whip.”

 

“Seriously?”

 

“Yes,” I said. “When I meditated, all I could think about was kneeling in servitude at the feet of a beautiful, dominant woman and feeling the sting of a cat-of-nine tails cutting across my back. The need for it finally grew too strong, and I was forced to leave.”

 

“So, here you are.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“A widower who’s studied Zen and learned to fight with a sword; yet, who only desires be a slave to a strong, beautiful, dominant female.”

 

“That’s me in a nutshell.”

 

“Well, at least you’re not boring.”

 

“So, are we on for drinks?”

 

“I think the real question is whether or not you’ll be able to handle a woman like me?” she said with utter sincerity. “I’m extremely hard on men. I expect a lot from them without offering a great deal in return. I already have a number of boyfriends that I see on a regular basis. Would you be able to deal with something like that?”

 

“I think so.”

 

“Then I’ll drive.”

 

As they say, the rest is history.

 

I moved in with Danielle a month later, and we were married a two months after that. On our wedding night, she took control of our marriage by having one of her regular boyfriends come over and make love to her while I was in the closet, hogtied and gagged, and helpless to prevent him from using my wife in whatever way he wanted. That evening set the structure for how our marriage would be.

 

Though I was Danielle’s husband, I was also her slave and would be treated as such whenever she desired.

 

The paychecks and tokes from my job as a blackjack dealer were deposited directly into her bank account every two weeks; and, being that I was also a writer of erotic novels, the royalties from the sell of my books were turned over to her as well. Of course, my name wasn’t on the account. We’d decided early on that she would have absolute control over the financial aspects of our marriage.

 

This left me totally at her mercy.

 

As a slave, it was my job to clean house, wash clothes, and do the grocery shopping on a weekly basis. I was also the perfect babysitter for the kids when Danielle went out on her dates with other men, or the occasional weekend trips out of town. The money made from her liaisons, however, was invested in the two Internet businesses she had going on the side, plus a separate 401K plan.

 

My reward for all of this was the pleasure I got in listening to all the juicy details of her affairs when she returned home. Since my wife knew I wasn’t jealous of the other men and that I actually found her infidelities to be sexually exciting, she took great pleasure in describing to me in minute detail the facts of what actually transpired, knowing that it would result in a night of unbelievable sex for us.

 

 

I watched Danielle step into the closet for a minute and then come out with one of her tailor-designed, yet sexy, two-piece business outfits. This one was a dark charcoal-gray skirt with a matching jacket. She held a light gray, long-sleeved silk blouse in her other hand. My wife wanted to look the part of a professional businesswoman going on a weekend trip. Because she had the two Internet websites going on the side, it was the perfect cover to use for the kids. We simply told them that she had to fly out of town for a couple of days to conduct some business in relation to the websites.

 

Elizabeth and Steven didn’t seem to mind.

 

As I got along great with the kids, we’d usually end up spending Saturday at either Mt. Charleston or Lake Mead for a day of fun, or we’d go to the movies and then get some pizza afterwards.

 

“Well?” I asked.

 

“Are you sure you want to hear this?” my wife said as she laid the skirt and jacket on the bed. She then slipped on the blouse and buttoned up the front of it. “You might not like the idea of what I’m going to have to do this weekend.”

 

“How bad can it be?”

 

Danielle picked up the skirt from off the bed. Then, stepping into it, she pulled the skirt up around her waist, tucked in the bottom half of the blouse, and then zipped up the back of it. “I being offered five thousand dollars to entertain three men for the weekend,” she said, turning around to face the mirror on the dresser bureau. “It’s the most money I’ve ever been offered for sex.”

 

“Three guys?”

 

“Yes, darling.”

 

“You’re going to be having sex with three men for the entire weekend?” I asked in disbelief.

 

“Uh-huh.”

 

“Three men,” I repeated.

 

“Yes, three men. And they’re going to pay me five thousand dollars. That’s almost a month’s salary for just a couple of nights of sex. I can’t turn something like that down, William.’

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“What’s there to know?”

 

“I don’t feel good about you spending the weekend with three guys,” I said.

 

My wife lifted up her skirt and slip, and I saw the black-laced panties and garter belt that she was wearing underneath. She bent over and readjusted the garters tabs so that her stockings were pulled taut against the flesh of her legs.

 

“You’re going to have to deal with it,” she stated, lowering the skirt and slip back down. “Just imagine all of the fun you and I are going to have when I get back on Sunday afternoon. If you get excited at the thought of one man making love to me, think about what it’s going to be like with three men.”

 

Danielle moved into my arms and kissed me. I pulled her tightly against my body and kissed her back, feeling her tongue push its way into my mouth. She ground her pelvis against my groin, and I immediately got an erection. Reaching down with her right hand, she placed it on the front of my pants where my engorged penis was standing at attention. She rubbed her hand up and down it a few times, delighting in her control over my libido.

 

“I expect you to have a nice hard-on waiting for me when I get back home,” she said. Turning around, my wife went over to the bed and picked up her jacket. She put it on and then smiled at me. “I’ll call early tomorrow night and let you know how things are going.”

 

“Will you be safe with them?” I asked.

 

“Yes, I know these guys. They’ve been after me for more than a year to have a foursome with them. It should be fun.”

 

“Jesus.”

 

“Carry my overnight case and bag downstairs for me.”

 

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.

 

As Danielle walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs, I glanced down at the front of my pants to make sure my penis was back to its normal size. Satisfied that I was okay, I followed behind her. She stopped in the living room to kiss the kids goodbye, telling them that she’d call tomorrow night. Nodding their heads, they directed their attention back to the movie as Danielle and I walked out to her silver Miata. I put the luggage in the back seat and then watched my wife climb in behind the steering wheel. She gave me an excellent view of her legs and stocking tops before closing the door. Rolling down the window on the driver’s side of the car, she beckoned for me to come closer.

 

“Give me another kiss,” she demanded.

 

I did.

 

“I don’t want you to be upset,” Danielle continued. “What I want you to do is to fantasize about me having to satisfy three men for two whole days, and when you’re done with that, think about the fun you and I are going to have when I get back.”

 

“Yes, ma’am.”

 

“I’ll see you on Sunday.”

 

I watched as she started the car and backed it down the driveway. When my wife had the car out on the street, I waved to her and then went back inside the house to see if the kids wanted to go to the movies tonight and see Spiderman. I got a unanimous vote from them. We checked the times for the movie and then headed out.

 

The movie turned out to be pretty good.

 

Lizy and Steve liked Spiderman so much that they wanted to stay and watch it a second time. We therefore snuck hesitantly into one of the other theaters that it was playing at in the multi-complex. Naturally, we filled up on popcorn, candy, sodas, and had a great time.

 

On the way back home, I asked the kids what they wanted to do on Saturday and the general consensus was that we spend the latter part of the morning and early part of the afternoon at Wet N Wild, swimming in the pools and soaking up the rays. They figured that we needed to get there around eleven o’clock in the morning and stay no later than three.

 

The plan sounded okay with me.

 

After that, we’d head to a Pizza Hut for some serious carbohydrates.

 

When we finally got back to the house, the kids finished watching Raiders of the Lost Ark

I worked for two-and-a-half hours on the novel. By the time I finished, it was a little after three in the morning.

 

It had been an exceptionally long day.

 

I got up from my computer, walked out of the study, and headed down the hallway to the master bedroom. The house was quiet, and I saw that the doors to each of the kid’s bedrooms were closed.

 

Entering the master bedroom, I closed the door behind me and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When that was done, and I was finally under the cool sheets of our king-size bed, I started to think about Danielle. I could smell her perfume on the pillowcases and wondered how she was doing. It was impossible for me not to imagine her with the three men. They might not have faces for me to visualize, but I could easily picture them taking turns with my wife, each one moving between her legs to fuck her while the others watched. I knew Danielle well enough by now to realize that she’d literally be getting off on having sex with three different guys at the same time. If they were any good in the sack, my wife would be having numerous orgasms before the night was over, and I suspected that the guys would be hard pressed to keep up with her. Though I didn’t want to, I found myself becoming aroused by the thought of her fucking each man, not just once, but two or more times. The images soaring through my mind made sleep difficult to achieve, and the urge to masturbate was never stronger. Though masturbation without Danielle’s explicit permission was strictly forbidden, I gave it some serious thought for nearly an hour. Sleep, however, rescued me, and I eventually drifted off into a state of consciousness that always brought a sense of peace to me.

 

 

I woke up on Saturday morning to an insistent banging on the bedroom door and the sound of Steve’s voice shouting that it was ten o’clock and almost time to go. I yelled back for him to let me sleep for another hour, but then Lizy got in on the act, her voice louder and more persistent than her brother’s, so I slowly climbed out of the bed and started to get ready for a day by the pool.

 

We ended up having a swell time at Wet N Wild.

 

The kids and I swam and ate and soaked up the ultraviolet rays like a normal everyday family whose mom wasn’t at one of the local hotels, fucking three guys for five thousand dollars. When the sun finally grew too hot for us, we called it a day and headed straight to a Pizza Hut. We really pigged out on two large pizza Supremes, chicken wings, bread sticks, and Pepsi. Whenever Danielle left for the weekend, I always tried to make the occasions extra pleasant for Lizy and Steve by doing things they might enjoy. I didn’t want them to suspect what was going on with their mom, plus I wanted to try and balance out the situation. These were good children, and they deserved to experience as much happiness as possible.

 

Getting home a little after five, the three of us immediately checked the answering machine for messages, but there were none. I figured the Mistress of the house probably wouldn’t call until sometime after seven or eight.

 

The call from her came in at 7:45.

 

The kids were watching the new remake of the Planet of the Apes movie on video, which I thought kind of sucked. My opinion was that the first version with Charlton Heston was the better of the two. Because of that, I was upstairs in the study, working on my novel about dominant wives and submissive husbands when the telephone finally rang.

 

Lizy answered the phone on the second ring and talked with her mom. Steve yelled for me to come downstairs and then had his turn with her. When they were finished, I got on the phone and asked Danielle how things were going with her business meeting.

 

“Things are great,” she said. “We’re getting ready to have dinner in one of the gourmet restaurants. I’m ordering Maine lobster.”

 

Lobster was like an aphrodisiac to my wife.

 

“What else is happening?” I asked.

 

“They fulfilled one of my fantasies last night.”

 

“Which one?”

 

“I had them tie me down to the bed,” she explained. “They ripped off my clothes and then took turns fucking me and forcing me to perform oral sex. It was wonderful. I must’ve had at least a dozen orgasms. I wish you’d been here to watch. You would have gotten off on what they did.”

 

“Damn, that was an expensive outfit you had on.”

 

“It’s okay. They gave me an extra five hundred to buy another one.”

 

“These guys must have a ton of money,” I said.

 

“Yes, they do,” she agreed. “All three of them are prominent lawyers from New York City, and they’re coming back to town in about six weeks. They want me to spend another weekend with them.”

 

“Are you?”

 

“What do you think?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“The money’s too good to pass up, William.”

 

“I know.”

 

“You don’t think badly of me, do you?”

 

“No,” I replied. “I love you, Danielle. There’s nothing you could ever do that would change that.”

 

“I’ll make it up to you when I get home.”

 

“When do you think that will be?”

 

“Maybe late tonight, or sometime early in the morning,” she said. “They’re catching an early-bird flight out of town tomorrow.”

 

“Do you want me to wait up for you?”

 

“What do you think?” my wife replied, chuckling at the implications of what she had in store for me.

 

“Yes,” I said.

 

“You’re such an smart husband.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

“Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you being there to take care of the kids while I’m away.”

 

“We’ll think of something in the morning.”

 

“I’m going to put that tongue of yours to work.”

 

“I certainly hope so.”

 

“The kids said that you took them to the movies on Friday night and then to Wet N Wild on Saturday.”

 

“You know how I like to spoil them when you take off for the weekend,” I said. “I don’t want them wondering why you’re gone so often.”

 

“Well, it sounds like all of you had a good time.”

 

“It would be more fun if you were here to share it with us,” I said.

 

“I know, darling. Maybe we can do something together next weekend, if nothing comes up.”

 

“I won’t hold my breath.”

 

“Are you trying to earn yourself a whipping?”

 

“Maybe,” I replied.

 

“If you are, William, I promise it will be a hard one.”

 

“That’s the best kind.”

 

“I’ll see you sometime in the morning, and you’d better not jerk off before I get home.”

 

Danielle hung up before I could reply to her warning.

 

I was slightly on edge the rest of the evening as I worked on my novel. When eleven o’clock rolled around, I decided to go to bed.

 

I didn’t, however, sleep.

 

Instead, I lay there in bed with the lights out, waiting for the return of my wife. The minutes drifted slowly by. It was 3:45 in the morning when I finally heard her car pull into the driveway. I got out of bed, put on a bathrobe, and went downstairs to meet her. She was opening the front door as I walked down the stairs to the foyer. Turning on the hallway light, I saw a big smile on her face as she stepped into my arms. We hugged each other and kissed like newlyweds. I then took the overnight case and clothes bag from her as she turned around and locked the front door.

 

“What’s with the shit-eating grin?” I asked.

 

“They gave me a thousand-dollar tip,” she said excitedly.

 

“A thousand-dollar tip!”

 

“Yes,” Danielle said. “I made sixty-five hundred dollars for two-night’s work.”

 

“And they’re coming back in six weeks?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Let’s go upstairs,” I suggested.

 

Danielle moved in front of me and started walking up the staircase. She was wearing a black silk cocktail dress that flared out from the hips and stopped about two inches above her knees. It was a sexy dress and had cost her over six hundred dollars. My wife was also wearing black pantyhose with seams up the back and black stiletto-heeled shoes. I watched the movement of her hips as she went up the stairs and felt myself becoming aroused.

 

I wanted to take her as the three men had done.

 

Once we were inside our bedroom with the door closed, I set the case and bag down on the floor, and then took off my bathrobe. Danielle giggled when she saw my erection standing at attention.

 

“I’m glad you’re happy to see me,” she said, moving over to the end of the bed and pointing down to the floor. “Now, get down on your hands and knees like a good slave.”

 

I quickly obeyed my wife.

 

She sat down on the edge of bed and crossed her lovely legs. “Crawl over here to me and kiss my feet,” my wife ordered. “When we talked last night on the phone, I detected a bit of rebellion in your voice. Am I right or wrong?”

 

I crawled to Danielle and passionately kissed both of her feet.

 

“I’m waiting to hear your answer,” she said.

 

“Yes, you’re right,” I admitted.

 

“Then you’re going to be whipped, darling.”

 

“I hope so.”

 

“Such bravo from the condemned man.”

 

“It’s been a long time since you last punished me.”

 

“I know,” Danielle said. “I’ll have to take the kids over to my parent’s house for a couple of hours later this afternoon so that we can have some privacy. Then, I can whip your ass as hard as I want.”

 

“Will your parents do that?” I asked.

 

“They won’t mind.”

 

“Yeah, but they take care of the kids during the week when we’re at work.”

 

“So?”

 

“Maybe your parents would like to have some privacy,” I said.

 

“I’ll call them first,” she said. “Are you satisfied?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Don’t think that you’re going to get out of being whipped today, little boy. Your ass belongs to me.”

 

“I’m getting more excited.”

 

“You won’t be excited when I start laying into you with the riding crop. You’ll be begging me for mercy after the first ten minutes.”

 

“Probably.”

 

“But I won’t show you any.”

 

“I’ll gladly suffer for you, Mistress Danielle.”

 

“That’s right, William,” she said. “You will suffer for me. Make no mistake about it, you’ll endure as much pain as I wish to inflict upon you.”

 

“Yes, Mistress.”

 

“Do you want to make love to me?” my wife asked.

 

“Yes, I do.”

 

“I just got paid almost seven thousand dollars for sex,” she continued. “What are you willing to pay?”

 

“I’ll do anything you want.”

 

“And do you know what I want, slave?”

 

“Yes, Mistress.”

 

“Then it’s time to put that tongue of yours to work,” she stated. “You know how horny I get when men give me large sums of money.”

 

Danielle uncrossed her legs and opened them for me. As I moved between them and began to kiss the inside of her thighs, she pulled her dress back. I could see that the crotch of her pantyhose had been torn out and that there were semen stains on the black nylon around her vulva and on her pelvis.

 

“I haven’t showered, yet,” she warned, letting me know what I could expect once I started eating her. “You understand that I don’t want you to feel left out of the affairs I have with other men. It’s important that you share the experience with me.”

 

I didn’t say anything as she reached for my head and pulled me into the sweet, wet junction of her body.

 

“Service your beautiful Queen,” Danielle commanded.

 

I did as she ordered.

 

As I ate my wife’s pussy, she began to narrate the story of what transpired on Friday night after she told the men about her secret fantasy.

 

“You should have seen the expression of their faces when I told them that I wanted to be tied down and taken by each one of them,” she said. “They almost came in their pants right then and there. I took out several old nylons from the overnight case and dropped them on the floor, telling the men that they could use them to tie me down on the bed.”

 

My wife stared down at me as I slowly fucked her with my tongue. A low moan of delight escaped from her lips. She leaned back on the bed, supporting herself with one arm, and the fingers of her right hand gripped a handful of my hair, forcing me to probe deeper inside of her.

 

“I laid down on one of the beds in the suite,” she continued in a husky tone of voice. “That was all it took to get them into action. They picked up the nylons from the floor and began to tie me spread-eagled to the bed. When I was completely bound and helpless to stop what was going to happen, one of the men climbed on the bed and moved between my legs. He pushed my skirt and slip up to my waist, ripped my panties off, tore the front of my blouse open. He then fucked me hard and fast. I came as soon as he entered me. It only took a few minutes, however, for him to reach an orgasm. That was disappointing to me. I had hoped he’d last longer.”

 

The thought of that caused me to sigh loudly with pleasure.

 

“The second man straddled my face and forced me to suck him off while the other two watched. He had a big cock, and I was barely able to take the head of it into my mouth. I had to suck him for ten minutes. When he finally ejaculated into my mouth, there was so much cum that I couldn’t swallow it all. In fact, a lot of it ran down the sides of my face.”

 

Speaking of semen, I could taste the remains of the three men inside of her. There was a lot of cum still there, and I knew my wife wanted me to try and lick as much of it up as was humanly possible. .

 

“The third guy made me suck his cock until it was rock hard,” she said, arching her pelvis upward to give me more access to her cunt. “He then repositioned himself between my legs and fucked me for over thirty minutes, bringing me to four mind-exploding orgasm. He was the best of the three, and I think he wanted to impress me with his prowess as a lover. Thank God at least one of them cared. After he came inside of me, the three of them got dressed and left me tied to the bed with cum on my face and running out from between my legs. I was left alone in the room while they went down to the main casino floor and gambled for two hours. When they came back up, all of them took turns with me a second time. Later, they untied my feet, turned me over, and then fucked me from behind. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I couldn’t get enough of their cocks. I actually begged them to keep fucking me.”

 

Danielle squeezed her thighs hard against the sides of my face as an orgasm racked her body. She cried out and held my face tightly to her wet cunt. I could feel her pelvic bone grinding hungrily against my mouth, not wanting me to stop. My wife’s an insatiable woman.

 

“Last night, when they took me to dinner, I was made to get down under the table and to suck off each of them, one at a time. The waiter knew what was going on, but he didn’t say anything because these guys are really big tippers. When I finished giving each of them a blowjob, they allowed me to get back up and to sit at the table like a respectable lady. Of course, the Maine lobster I had turned me on again, and I told them in no uncertain terms that I needed to be fucked. Two of them took me into the men’s restroom. We went into one of the stalls, and they each took turns fucking me while other men were coming in and out of the restroom. I’m sure that everyone could hear what we were doing inside of the stall.”

 

The heat was too much!

 

I stopped eating my wife and rose slowly to my feet. She stared up at me with an expression of pure lust on her face.

 

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked.

 

“Yes,” I answered.

 

“Have I given you permission to fuck me?”

 

“No, you haven’t.”

 

I then pushed her back onto the bed and moved quickly between her stocking-covered legs. My cock was hard and jutting outward. Danielle looked at it, and I watched as she licked her lips in avid anticipation. Lifting her legs up over my shoulders, I swiftly entered her, driving my erection all the way into her cunt, burying it inside the wet vortex of her body, until the hilt of it was pressing firmly against her pelvic bone.

 

“When we returned to the suite,” she groaned, “they threw me back down onto the bed and took turns fucking me again. While I was sucking one of them off, another one was fucking me from behind like a dog in heat.”

 

I drove my cock repeatedly into Danielle, causing her to gasp for air. I could sense her body responding to mine and knew that she was about to have another orgasm. Glancing down to where we were joined together, I watched our bodies as I continued to thrust into her, knowing that three men had cum inside of her body only hours before.

 

“I want you to do what they did,” she whispered into my ear.

 

“And what’s that?”

 

“To cum inside of me.”

 

I looked into her eyes and saw that they were filled with a smoldering heat.

 

“Do it!” she ordered.

 

I didn’t try to hold the orgasm back. Instead, I allowed it to erupt from my loins in a burst of exploding passion, filling her womb, and mixing with the semen of the other men. Danielle yelled out in the throes of her own release, holding tightly onto me as I emptied myself into her. For a brief moment, I was afraid that the kids might actually wake up to the sounds of our uninhibited lovemaking.

 

After it was over and we were lying in each other’s arms, my wife kissed me gently on the lips.

 

“Do you still love me?” she asked in a soft voice.

 

“I love you more than life itself,” I said.

 

“You don’t think less of me for the things I do with other men?”

 

“No, I don’t,” I said. “I love you, Danielle, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

 

“There are few men who’d be able to accept my infidelities.”

 

“It keeps us from becoming bored.”

 

“No regrets?”

 

“Not a one,” I answered. “Just promise that you’ll never leave me for another man. That’s all I ask.”

 

“You don’t have to worry about that,” she replied. “With you as my husband, I can have my cake and eat it to. Not many wives can say that about their marriages. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, William, and the kids love you, too.”

 

“I’m glad.”

 

I then helped her to undress, delighting at the small pleasure it brought me in removing her shoes and pantyhose. Once we were finally under the covers of the bed, Danielle had me go down on her one more time so that I could taste my own semen mixed in with that of the others. This was a turn-on for my wife. It represented the control that she had over me. After I got her off with my tongue, we had sex again, taking our time, enjoying the delicious sensations that our bodies were experiencing. When it was finally over, I kissed her bare shoulder and then we gradually fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  

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