My Wife, His Slave
Chapter 1: We Start Our Story Somewhere in the Middle
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, NonConsensual, Reluctant, BiSexual, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Spanking, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: We Start Our Story Somewhere in the Middle - ** PLEASE SEE MY BLOG ABOUT POSSIBLE CHANGES IN THE DIRECTION OF THIS STORY ** A young couple find themselves in a rather strange situation. While still married, the wife becomes the sex slave of a shadowy Master. She keeps her family and job, but is called upon to serve the Master, and others, whenever he demands. The story unfolds over a period of time, as her seduction starts unwittingly.
I was working in the front yard after dinner, mainly pulling weeds and cleaning up the flower beds. I was in a t-shirt and shorts, both of which were pretty grubby by this point. The door opened, and out walked my wife, Nina.
She was wearing a black dress and four-inch heels, and carrying a small purse. Her face was made up, and her hair combed out over her shoulders. I knew the instant I saw her that I was going to be spending the rest of the evening alone.
"You're going out?"
"Yes. He called me this afternoon at the office. He's having a party tonight and wants me there."
I took a second look at her and realized that the dress was one I had seen before: a plunging neckline, matched by a deep back, and slits on both sides from the knee-length hemline almost to her hips. The skirt portion was flared, and flipped around as she walked so that much of each leg was visible as she moved. It was a dress that I had nicknamed the "slut uniform."
In addition to the shoes, she was wearing black nylons that I knew were stay-up stockings, ending high up on her thighs. I also was pretty certain that she wasn't wearing anything else, not even the smallest thong under the dress. Her lack of a bra was obvious by the way her breasts shifted slightly when she walked. He didn't like her to wear underthings, preferring easy access to her treasures.
I knew that when she arrived back home, the stockings would either be in tatters, or totally gone. She would likely be carrying her shoes rather than wearing them, and on more than one occasion she had arrived carrying the dress and not wearing it; or anything else for that matter.
"I take it you don't know when you'll be home."
"Well, since it's Friday night, I can imagine it will be late. I'll do my best to make sure that I'm home before the boys wake up."
She moved in very close, and slid one hand down to the front of my shorts, rubbing against my cock. I had gone commando under my shorts, so she could easily feel the thickness of my shaft through the thin material.
"I've got a few minutes before I have to leave, and He didn't say that I couldn't arrive with a little cum on my breath. I know we had talked about having a date night tonight, but you know that I don't have a choice ... when He calls, I have to go." Nina punctuated her statement with a little squeeze of my cock, managing to sound a little disappointed at the same time.
"We can go inside and I can take care of this," she said as she continued to massage my rising erection.
"As much as I'd like a blowjob, and as talented as you are in that area, I'd rather have you naked and under me, the way I thought this night would end." I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in close to my chest, and started running my fingertips down her back toward her delectable ass.
"I'm sorry, Scott, but we don't have time for that, and you know that I wouldn't be allowed to cum unless I called Him for permission..."
I cut her off. "I know, I know ... He's in charge, and I have to accept that. But it doesn't make me feel any better."
She responded a little forcefully. "We've talked about this before. It's our fault that we're trapped like this, and there's nothing we can do about it right now. Maybe some day, but not now, and there's no point in arguing. Please don't get me upset before I go to Him, because that will just make Him mad. And you know that He'll take it out on both of us." Her hand kept moving while she talked, and my cock grew stiffer as she squeezed tighter. I was starting to regret turning down her offer of a blowjob, but I really did want her naked and impaled on my cock, screaming and moaning as she came.
I felt bad about where this was heading. "I'm sorry ... it's just that every time I think we might be starting to get ahead of things, back it comes. It's been three weeks since you've seen Him, and I guess that made me a little forgetful about the real state of the world."
Frowning a little, she said, "He's been away on a business trip. I think tonight is kind of a 'Welcome Home' party for Him. I don't know if I'm just His escort for the evening, or whether I'll be the party favour ... maybe a bit of both ... I never know. Sometimes He just uses me himself, but other times..."
"I know ... those are the nights you come home covered in cum, welts and stripes all over your skin, and rope burns everywhere. I hate to see you like that." However, I did like the movement of her hand, which seemed to have a mind of its own, sliding up and down my length, through my shorts. I started breathing heavier, as the combination of the way she was talking, and the way she was moving her hand were bringing me much closer to the edge than I expected.
Nina winced a little at the recollection. "I don't like the way I look when it's over either, but all the stuff that happens to me while I'm getting that way ... I don't know what it is, but it just turns me on so much and I start coming and can't stop, and even the pain just adds to the pleasure. I get so high on it that I feel like the top of my head is coming off." Her hand started moving faster, and gripping tighter as she got further into thinking about her state of mind at what she was describing. Her eyes closed, and I could tell that she was picturing herself in some restrictive posture, screaming out an orgasm that was being forced on her, and over which she had no control.
She went on. "There's a reason He's called Master ... He just gets under my skin like no one else. It's not love, it's a craving like a drug addiction. You're the only one I love, and I do love you so much, but I haven't had an orgasm in weeks. When He called today, I swear I got wet before I even answered the phone. As soon as I heard His voice, I started to get turned on just thinking about what He's done to me, and what He might do to me tonight, in His..."
She stopped talking as she saw the look in my eyes. They were getting glazed at the thought of her getting wet, as she probably was right now. That thought started moving me closer to the orgasm that she was going to wring out of me. I knew that if I reached under the dress she really would be wet, and probably starting to run down her thighs.
Picturing her damp thighs in the black stockings was all it took. I groaned and stiffened, and she stared up at me, her other hand holding tightly to my arm. Her hand moved even faster, and she looked me in the eyes...
"Let it go hun, ... come for me, Scott, come hard for me." Her hand was nearly a blur, and gripping so tightly that I thought I might not be able to come. Her lips crushed down on mine, her tongue ramming into my mouth.
I moaned into her open mouth and started coming with a ferocity that took my breath away. As she stroked me from the base to the tip, my cock jerked once and blasted, then seemed to recoil on the downstroke. Another long stroke from base to tip, another blast of cum. We were completely synchronized—each downstroke let me get the next shot ready, and each upstroke squeezed out another jet of cum.
I was moaning continuously at this point, and my knees were buckling from the force of the ejaculation. She squeezed my cock in rhythm with my dying dribbles, and was whispering into my mouth. "That's it baby, get it all out ... I wish it was more ... I love you..."
With one final squeeze to my cock, she stepped back out of my embrace, and looked down. The front of my shorts was soaked; cum had actually started to drip down from the hem of one leg to the ground. Smirking a bit, she reached down and stuck her index finger out to catch the next drip. She brought it to her pursed lips, and sucked it clean.
After swallowing, she smiled at me and said, "Well, I guess I will arrive with a little cum on my breath after all."
She stepped in close and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Will you be alright?"
I nodded, and reached out to squeeze her upper arms once. "I'll be okay. Try to get home as soon as you can, and I hope He's not too hard on you."
"I'll do my best. Look after the boys ... and I guess you better take a shower and throw those clothes into the laundry." This last with the kind of smile I loved to see on her face: that slight smirk, head tilted a little.
I chuckled a little in spite of myself, and watched her get into her car, and drive off.
After a moment, I went back into the house, and started toward the stairs. I could hear the television set in the family room blaring a video game, and a shout of "Take that" from one of the boys, so I knew where the kids were. That meant that I had at least a few minutes to indulge in a hot shower and a change of clothes.
I entered our bedroom, stripped and somewhat violently threw my clothes at the laundry basket. They ended up piled on the floor, but my foul mood made me unlikely to pick them up in the near future. I was still pissed that He was soon going to be fucking my wife, and I had passed on an offer of a blowjob, ending up with a handjob that didn't even include skin-to-skin contact. Naked, I walked into the bathroom, and started the shower, turning it as hot as I could stand.
As the water sluiced over me, taking the dirt, sweat, and cum from my body, my mind cleared, and then started to wander. I started to think back over how it was that we had arrived at the situation that we now found ourselves in.
It had all started when she met Gretchen, but neither one of us saw what was coming...