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His Wife, My Slut

Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander

Chapter 5

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Hank was floored when his married, traditional Indian fellow nurse Satya informed him that her husband wanted to turn her over to him. Things just got crazier from there.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Slavery   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Workplace   Sharing   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Group Sex   Orgy   Polygamy/Polyamory   Swinging   Interracial   White Male   Hispanic Female   Indian Female   Analingus   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Squirting   Water Sports   Doctor/Nurse   Public Sex   Nudism  

“So, this is the first and very permanent hall pass for Ryan with Satya, just so that we’re all on the same page,” I stipulated for my colleague’s benefit as well as his wife’s and my slave Satya’s.

“Yes ... Master! Just for the record, and no offense, but I’m using only certain titles for each of you. Ryan’s my husband, the man who I love, adore, the man who holds my heart even now. I’m still his woman first at heart. I’m his wife, his esposa. I admire and enjoy you, Master, and I will obey you at all times, but please don’t ask me to call you, ‘papi.’ That word is reserved for mi esposo, my husband, my sweet Ryan. My very patient, longsuffering hubby. Is that fair, Master?” Brenda stated in no uncertain terms how she felt about this arrangement as she signed the hall pass for Ryan.

“Well, well, we have a very clear statement here of your wife’s basic loyalty to you, regardless of this bondage business, don’t we? She is willing to risk my displeasure to make a point of her love for and commitment to you. I respect that. I honor that. I think that you’ll find yourself with a truly awesome wife by the time that I’m done with her, if I ever am. The jury’s still out on that one, I think, from all of our perspectives, but I think that you’ll deem yourself a very lucky man, if you don’t already,” I smiled at Brenda’s bold declaration of her true affections as I took the now signed hall pass from her hands.

“I was ... less than a stellar wife. I know that. I let my mother’s bad example influence me, as well as that of pop culture and my friends. I will make amends for this, I swear to both of you ... and to Satya. It’s quite clear to me that I’ve been very lucky in the husband department. I didn’t know just how lucky I was until I heard of a wife whose husband actually turned her over to a total and complete stranger for a year, just to get his jollies from it. Now, that’s disgusting, not like this, but truly repugnant, at least to me.

“The way that I treated Ryan is the past ... but I feel that I did a disservice to wives everywhere, who are not as happy as me. I didn’t appreciate just how bad others had it. I took my good luck for granted when it came to Ryan. No more of that, I promise! I trust Master to train me in how to please a man, however long that takes, all the more reason for as many hall passes as are necessary for his needs ... and in the interests of fairness. I am pleased that Satya is his first lover, though. He deserves one of her quality,” Brenda continued speaking in that vein, one of an apology and confession, a mea culpa for her wifely conduct.

“Thank you, babe,” Ryan caressed his wife’s lovely face.

“Okay, then. Ready for the next session?” I turned to them while rubbing Satya’s shoulders as a strong hint that even slaves should be pampered as well.

“Wow ... she’s really in love with you, isn’t she? And you’re falling for her like a lead balloon. I can just tell. She reacts to your touch as if it’s the best feeling in the world. She’s completely smitten! Oh, sorry, Master ... I just had to tell you that kind of good news! For you ... and for her!” Brenda reacted to my body language and Satya’s before shutting up from embarrassment.

“Yes, well, for now, I need you to take a shower. Clean up a bit. And then ... then we’ll see. Gotta get that piss off you. Oh, and you’re not taking it alone. Satya, you know what to do, I think,” I smiled at my delicious Desi slave girl as she took Brenda in hand.

“Well, Ryan, I think that we have some talking to do, now that the ladies are out of sight and earshot. I’d like to know what your hopes and dreams from this are, anyway,” I asked Ryan once the ladies were safely in the shower.

“Buddy, what can I say? This has really come out of left field, but it may well be the best thing that ever happened to my marriage, for me as well as for Brenda. I just hope that she really does turn over a new leaf and so do I. She needs a dominant man, I think. I don’t know if I’m quite what she needs. Nevertheless, I can certainly be more assertive, I believe. That’s a move in that direction, right?

“It’s not perfect and it won’t be fast or easy. But you can definitely fill in and be strong where I am weak. I owe you a lot for that, friend, even if you happen to enjoy some perks in the process,” Ryan shook my hand out of gratitude.

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