Wife Conversion – Part 4

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Wife Conversion – Part 4The next day when I got to work, I found out that I’d be traveling for business starting tomorrow and lasting a week. I called Kathy and told her. I told that since we always do things together, she should not see Pat without me there. She said that she would call her mistress and let her know that we always did everything together and she’d have to wait until I got back. When I got home, my wife said that her mistress was OK with waiting a week. I left the next morning heading for the Midwest.***My husband had only been gone one day when the doorbell rang. I went to see who was there. I opened the door and it was my mistress. I said, “I thought you promised not to come by until my hubby got home.”Pat looked me in the eye as said, “I said that so your hubby wouldn’t worry about us, so I guess I lied.”I replied, “But I can’t let you in because I promised – no mistress until he gets back.”Pat grabbed my arm and pulled me into her arms. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and began kissing me deeply. I broke away, stepped back and said, “No, I promised. We always do this together or not at all. Not today, go away!”That was the opening Pat was looking for as she stepped into the house and closed the door behind her. I could see the lust in my mistress’ eyes as they burrowed into my soul. I pleaded, “No, I promised. I promised.”My mistress said, “I just wanted to talk especially about our celebration night.” That reassuring comment calmed down my fears and I replied, “Well, I guess talking would be OK.”My mistress and I settled in on the living room sofa. Pat said that she really enjoyed the events of our anniversary. I said, “I think we all had a good time. My hubby was very obliging. I’d never seen him be so submissive before. It was so sexy for me. How was it for you?”Pat answered, “I thought it was really sexy, too. I was so wet sexually. It was a different kind of release for me watching him, and one that I enjoyed tremendously.”Pat looked at me and took my hand then said, “Let’s go out.” I thought to myself – “No, I can’t let my mistress do this to me. I promised.” I answered, “No. I need to stay here. I promised.”Pat said, “You don’t believe your hubby isn’t out with the guys at a strip club watching all those women shake their tits and ass in his face with his little cock straining against my restraint?”I answered with some fear in my voice that my mistress might be right, “Maybe, but he can’t fuck any of them. He loves me.”Pat replied, “Well, you’re so fucking naïve. It’s not about love. It’s about lust. Men are always looking for that next piece of ass or blow job. I think your hubby might be looking to suck some stranger’s cock or maybe get ass-fucked like last week. He did cum three times when Mark and Dave were working him over.””My Sweetie isn’t like that. He’s different. He wouldn’t do anything without me. We promised each other.” I said with some conviction, but there was a seed of doubt because my sweetie really seemed to enjoy sucking and getting ass-fucked. Hadn’t he cum three times without even having his cock touched? I felt my confidence waning. Gathering up all my fortitude, I said, “Mistress, you need to go. Go now!””And what if I don’t? Are you going to hurt me? Just what are you going to do, my little bitch!” Pat replied as her eyes seared through me like a hot poker and I felt a ‘wetness’ between my legs. My mistress snatched my arm and twisted it continuing she said, “What are you going to do, bitch? Are you going to twist my arm like this and make me fall to the floor? Make me beg for you not to hurt me!”She was tearing my arm off and I thought it would come out of the socket as I lay on the floor. “Please stop. Don’t hurt me.” I begged.”Don’t hurt me WHAT?” Pat said.I sobbed a reply as tears streamed down my cheeks, “Don’t hurt me, my mistress.”She replied, “That’s correct, I AM your mistress and you always do what I say. Isn’t that right?”She still had a firm grip on my arm. I answered, “Yes, my mistress, I do what you say always.” I knew I had to do what she wanted because in a strange way, she loved me and just wanted to show me different pleasures. She released me and pulled up her dress as she sat down and said, “I want you to eat me.”I took my position between her legs and began lapping at her cunt just the way she liked it. She began to moan and pulled my head into her pleasingly fragrant pussy as she came on my face with a flood of juices. It tasted wonderful as I drank it down. She said, “Let me see if you’re wet.” I stood up and lifted my dress as my mistress slipped her hand in my panties. She pulled them down hard and began finger fucking me until I was good and wet then she stopped and said, “You need to learn some self-control. I’m going to leave and I don’t want you masturbating to finish this off. Do you understand?”I responded, “Yes, my mistress, whatever you say.” I was really hot by then and it would be difficult, but I thought I could do it. She left and I headed for the shower to cool off. I wish my husband was home so he could hold me and tell me everything would be alright. I had a fitful sleep that night, but I didn’t masturbate.The next day about 9 am, my mistress called. When I heard her voice on the other end of the line, I felt a tremor of fear go through me and I wondered what she was going to do to me. The conversation started out innocently enough with topics about how nice it was for summer; a new dress she wanted to show me; and her Oscar (fish) had died. She asked, “Is there anyone there with you?”I replied, “No.””Where are you?” she queried.”I’m in the living room.” was my answer.”What are you wearing?” was the next question.”My bathrobe.” I answered.She asked, “What’s under it?””Nothing.” was my answer.”Go to the picture window, open the d****s and stand there.” she demanded. I did as she requested.”Open your robe and look down and tell me what you see!” was my mistress’ next order.I replied, “I can’t.””No, you will or you will be punished!” she replied.”I can’t do that for you.” was my reply as I summoned up some courage.”If you don’t do as I order, I’ll punish your husband when he gets back.” was her threat. “No, don’t do that please, my mistress.” I replied.”Well, what do you see?” she questioned. While standing in the center of our picture window, I opened my robe and looked down. A tear ran down my cheek and I began to cry because my weakness could cause my Sweetie to get hurt. I can’t believe I allowed/wanted this to happen to us. I answered between sniffles, “I see my tits and pussy.””Don’t cry. It’ll be alright. Pinch you right nipple. Pinch it hard! Do it. Do it now!” she ordered. I did as she ordered and a pain shot through me like an electrical current, but it caused me to get wet, too. I let out a stifled ‘Mmmmfff’ sound into the phone. My mistress said, “Good, you should be wet. Spread your legs and finger yourself. Don’t argue with me or I’ll hang up and then your hubby will be in for it when he returns.” How could I let him be hurt because of my actions, so I slipped two fingers into my dripping cunt as I did a ‘Mmmmm’ sound escaped from my lips.Her next order was, “Finger yourself until you cum, my little bitch!” I pinched my nipple as hard as I could to help me cum faster and I shoved my fingers deep into my drooling pussy. I closed my eyes and drifted off into pre-orgasm land. I came in several waves as my knees buckled and I dropped the phone to the floor. Once recovered, I retrieved the phone and my mistress said, “Look out the window!” As I crawled up to the window sill, I saw two men standing there and they began clapping and smiling. I felt my face turn crimson red. My mistress was standing by the tree in our front yard on her cell phone holding a package. She started walking toward the front door. I covered myself and closed the d****s. I went to the door and let her in. She said, “That was really great and those men enjoyed your show. They both had hard-ons. I’ll bet they’ll come by here often hoping for an encore performance. I bought this for you. Try it on.” I opened the package and it was a little midnight black dress with matching black stockings, a garter belt, lacey bra, frilly thong and some six inch heels. I asked, “Where’d you get all this?””Victoria’s Secret where else.” she replied. I slipped on the thong and bra. Since I had never worn one, my mistress helped me with the garter belt and stockings, but first she made me take off the thong put it on over the garter belt. Her hands were exquisitely soft as the rubbed up and down my legs fixing the stockings just to her liking. I got damp. I slipped the dress on and it fit perfectly and stepped into the shoes. I saw my reflection in the dining room mirror and loved the way I looked – so sexy. All that black against my porcelain white skin. My mistress knew me. She said, “Wow! You look wonderfully hot – better than I imagined.” She leaned in and kissed me with such a loving tenderness. How could she be so mean to me sometimes? “Let’s sit down and talk awhile.” she said.We had a delightful conversation about all kinds of things. My mistress was well-read, articulate, funny, when she wanted to be, beautiful and she loved me. After about an hour, she slid over next to me and kissed my neck. I just closed my eyes as she moved to my ear, my cheek and then my lips. Her kisses were like clouds floating by – so delicate and sensuous. I was getting aroused when she slipped my new dress off my shoulder and kissed it. She said, “I need you to stand up.” I did and she slowly unzipped my dress and her hands slid over my body as she helped remove that little black patch of fabric. I stepped out of it. She said, “You look more than beautiful – whatever that is.” as her hand stroked my hair and her fingers ran over my lips. I was getting wet just thinking about the loving attention I was receiving. She kissed my lips, which parted to allow her tongue to ravish my mouth. We engaged in a deep embrace with hands caressing each other’s body. She looked into my eyes and said, “I need to eat you.” I immediately pulled my thong off and asked, “Do you want me to underdress?”My mistress replied, “No, you look too sexy dressed like this.” She knelt between my legs and slowly kissed her way up toward my now smoking pussy, but she stopped before reaching it. She undid my bra and pinched my nipple very hard and it was like pushing the starter button on a car. I was naked except for the garter belt, stockings and heels. I felt so sexy; looked so slutty and was so hot. She sucked my nipple into her mouth and I was ablaze with passion. She continued nibbling, biting and licking my nipples until I could hardly stand another second. She slid down and her tongue finally touched my clit. Her tongue is so wonderfully amazing that she can make me cum and cum and cum without stopping. I began to cum as I pulled her into my baby carriage. I only wished my hubby was here to enjoy this with me. Finally after about fifteen minutes, she let me catch my breath. I said, “Oh, my mistress, you are too good to me. I just love your tongue and how it makes me feel. I’d do anything for you.”My mistress replied, “I know you will.” She stayed until dinner time and never asked me to do anything for her. She had brought her bag of goodies and after eating me, she fucked me with a big strap-on that had me cumming for at least thirty minutes. It was the greatest sexually fulfilling day of sex I’d ever had. At that moment, I couldn’t have loved her more.The next day she called about 10 am and said, “I want you to get dressed in the outfit I bought you.” I asked, “All of it?” She replied, “Yes, all of it. What the fuck else would I mean!”She arrived right after lunch and said, “We need to go somewhere. There’s someone I want you to meet and if you’re good, I’ll eat you when we get back.” That sounded terrific to me. I asked, “Where are we going?” She answered, “You’ll see.”We drove for about ten minutes and ended up near the college campus. Homes in this neighborhood were usually rented by students. We stopped and approached this house. It needed a paint job in the worse way. My mistress knocked on the door and a young man answered. He was probably 20 or 21. When he saw me he said, “Pat, you said she was hot, but wow, she it flaming.” My face flushed with embarrassment. We entered the house. My mistress said, “Why don’t you two sit on the sofa and I’ll get some drinks.” I guess she had been there before.I sat down at the end of the sofa and Harold sat next to me just staring at me. I was getting a little uncomfortable by his closeness and the glaring. I felt like a steak in the lion’s cage. He put his şahinbey escort hand on my leg and began to slide it up my leg. I shot up out of my seat and said, “What are you doing?”He said, “I’m just checking out the merchandise.” I thought to myself, “What the fuck does that mean? I’m not a commodity.”Just then my mistress emerged from the kitchen with some drinks. I said, “Pat, we need to go. This young man is trying to get fresh with me.”Pat said, “Come over here and stand in front of me.” I did. She reached up and ran her fingers though my hair and kissed my neck. I got a chill. She whispered in my ear, “You need to be a ‘good’ girl and do as I say. Remember I’ll eat you, so let’s just calm down and remember that you said you’d do anything for me.” She unzipped my dress, slipped it off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. She said, “Doesn’t my little bitch look superb.”Harold replied, “Yeah, she fucking awesome.” My mistress pushed me down on the sofa and said, “I don’t want to hear another complaint out of you. Understand!”I replied, “Yes.” Pat retorted, “Yes, WHAT?”My heart dropped as I realized what I was in for and responded, “Yes, my mistress.” After that reply, Harold’s hands were all over me – sliding up my legs, on my tits, kissing my neck. I just sat there in trance. In a couple minutes, I was naked except for my heels, stockings and garter and he was fingering me. My mistress was sitting in a chair just watching and said, “Pinch her nipple hard and watch what happens.” He did. I couldn’t control myself and began to cum. My mistress just watched while stroking her pussy. Soon I was sucking his cock as he came in my mouth. He said, “Don’t swallow it. Show it to me.”I opened my mouth and he stuck his finger in it, swished his stuff around and rubbed some on my face and tits. He said, “OK, you can swallow the rest.” I did. He had my lay down and fucked me. He came in about 10 minutes. My mistress said, “Now watch this. Count how many times she cums.” She knelt between my legs and began to flick her tongue on my clit. I was so hot for her that I began to cum immediately and lost count of my orgasms. When she finally stopped about 15 minutes later, Harold said, “I think there were at least twenty.”We left and returned to my house, my mistress said, “You were a real ‘good’ girl and now I will give you your reward.” She had me take my dress and thong off and began to eat me again. I loved it. Her tongue can do magical things to my pussy. After about twenty minutes of cumming, I was exhausted. When she left she said, “We’ll do this again tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 9 because Harold has late classes tomorrow.”The next day, my mistress pulled up at 9 exactly and we were off to Harold’s place. When we got there, two other young men were there – Tim and Tom, twins – Harold’s roommates. My mistress said, “This is my little bitch and she does whatever I say. Don’t hurt her, but have fun – OK, boys.” She looked at me and said, “Don’t complain just enjoy yourself. You’ll get your reward when we get back to your place.” She unzipped my dress like the day before and I felt abandoned and alone in this room with four other humans there. Harold laid on the couch with his cock sticking straight up and said, “Why don’t you just hop on and we’ll see where it goes from here.” I lowered myself onto his cock and he began to pump into me. Tim and Tom had other ideas. Tim moved toward my face and said, “Suck me, you slut.” Tom spit on my brown hole and began fucking my ass. He said, “This is the hottest bitch we’ve ever fucked. She’ll do anything. What a cum slut.” This continued until they all came. I thought I was done, but they switched positions and so it went until I had sucked them all and been fuck in the ass and cunt by each one. My mistress requested, “Hey, boys before we leave I want each of you to jack off on her face and hair. Do you think you could do that for me?”They responded in unison, “Hell, yeah, we can do that.” When they were finished, I had globs of cum in my eyes and my hair was glued together like a dog with the mange. My mistress wouldn’t let me clean it off before we left.On the way home, we stopped at a convenience store and she made me go in. My mistress made me stand by the check-out counter as several guys in line looked us over and stared at me with dried cum on my face and in my hair. They knew what it was. She saw them gawking at me and said, “Yes, it’s cum. She likes it.” I felt about 3 inches small. She bought a Coke and we left. Once we were at my house she stripped me and ate my pussy liked she promised. I came like rain in the rain forest, in torrents. When she was finished, she lightly patted my pussy and said with a smile, we need to give this a rest. You have tomorrow off. After she left, I cleaned up and began to cry. I was so alone and helpless. I felt betrayed by my mistress that she would treat me like this and encourage this to happen to me. I thought about killing myself, but my sweet hubby. What had I gotten us into? This was all my fault. I realized I wasn’t a sometime ‘slut’. I was a fulltime ‘SLUT’. I headed for bed even though it was only 2 in the afternoon. I slept until the next morning.It was a beautiful spring morning. The air was fresh; the birds were singing and the sun shone brightly. About 9, the doorbell rang. I peeked out the window and didn’t see my mistress’ car, so I wondered who it might be. I opened the door and it were two men that I didn’t know, but I thought that I might have seen them somewhere. One said as he looked me up and down, “We were just passing by and thought we’d say hello.” Their stares were making me uneasy as I answered, “Well, hello. Can I help you gentlemen?”The taller one said, “We both noticed that you’re a beautiful woman and very well built.”I replied, “Don’t you think that’s a bit forward considering we don’t know each other?””Oh, but we do. We’ve seen you naked.” he responded. I thought “seen me naked” when could that have happened. My heart stopped then started to race as my brain snapped to the realization that they were ones that watched me a couple days ago. I blushed.Noticing my redness, the shorter one said, “Don’t be ashamed. You are the most beautiful woman we’ve seen in a long time and we really appreciated how engrossed you were with your activities. We thought that’s a woman we need to meet, so here we are.”Trying to end this conversation, I said, “Well, it’s been nice to meet you. I’ve got an appointment to get to.”The tall one grabbed my hands and lustfully peered deeply into my eyes as he towered over me and said, “I think you want to invite us in. Don’t you?” My brain ‘shorted out’ and drifted off to, I don’t know where. My pussy got wet and I went numb. I couldn’t help myself and said, “Yes, come in.”Once the door closed, he pushed me down in front of him and unzipped his pants. He said, “Take it out!” In a daze, I reached up and slipped my hand inside his boxers and pulled out an eight inch cock. He said, “I think you want to suck it now. Don’t you?” I can’t believe that I said, “Yes, that would be nice.” My lips and tongue worked his cock right there at my own front door. The other man groped at my breasts and removed my blouse and bra. He pinched my nipples so hard that I almost came right then. The one whose cock I was sucking grabbed my head pumped as he blew a load into my mouth and said, “Drink my cum, you slut.” I did. The other man pushed me down on my back and began devouring my tits as the other stripped me. I was in a trance of disbelief especially because I couldn’t believe I wasn’t putting up any resistance. I guess Pat’s training had affected me more than I realized. Both men quickly stripped. The man sucking my tits pushed my legs apart and slammed his cock so forcefully into my dripping cunt that he lifted me off the floor. I came immediately. The other put his cock in my mouth and my tongue instinctively began to give it my best treatment. Once he was fully hard, he said, “I want to fuck her ass.” His friend grasped my waist and rolled over on his back taking me with him. The other man positioned himself behind me and spread my cheeks as he slid his cock into my ass. I could feel both their cocks sliding in and out of both my holes like pistons on a cam shaft – in, out, up, down – over and over. They must have done this before because one cock would slide into my cunt and the other slid out of my ass making sure I was always filled with cock. They had a good rhythm. At that moment, I was helpless to stop them even if I wanted to because I was cumming uncontrollably as my juices gushed from my pussy and my head spun. They both came and got dressed. Before leaving the said, “We have to go, but we’ll come by every week or two to check on you. Hope you enjoyed yourself because we certainly did.” They left and I masturbated using their cum until I had at least four more orgasms. I needed my husband home to help me control what I’d become.That night, I got a phone call from my Sweetie. He said, “Honey, I’ve got some bad news. I got to be out here another week.” I screamed, “Nooooooo, I can’t be without you any longer. Please come home. Everything is going to shit.”He answered, “Has Pat been bothering you?””She’s been talking to me and making me do things.” I replied.He sounded worried when he said, “You mean with other people or just on the phone?”I couldn’t tell him the truth, not on the phone when he was so far away, so I lied and said, “No just on the phone.””So it’s just phone sex then.” he replied. I lied again and answered, “Yes, just phone sex.”He said, “That’s OK, Honey. I know the power she has over you and I’m glad it’s just phone sex. I hope to get this wrapped up early, so I can be home with you sooner. See you soon. Love ya.” I replied with a defeated soul, “Love you, too.”I decided I wouldn’t answer the phone or the doorbell until my husband got home. That was my only way to survive this. It was working then Friday came. It was about 3 pm and I heard my front door open. I knew I had locked it, so I was worried. I should have been worried because in walked my mistress. I said, “How did you get in here.” She replied, “Don’t you remember. You gave me a key. I was worried about you. You haven’t been answering the phone or returning my messages. Since you’re alone in this house, I thought something might have happened to you.”I replied, “I’m alright. I just need some alone time to think.””I think you need some wine and hot bath. That really helps me relax.” my mistress replied as she headed for the bathroom. “I’ll run you one. That Jacuzzi of yours will certainly do the trick.” Once my bath had been drawn, she said, “I think it’s ready for you.” When I walked in, the mirror was already fogging up, so the water must have been pretty warm. My mistress said, “Let me help you out of those clothes.”I said, “No, I want to do it myself. She replied, “I won’t do anything. Just let me help you. I love to help you. You know that. Please.” She had never said ‘please’ to me before. I reluctantly replied, “OK.”She unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off. She unsnapped my bra, slipped it off and rubbed my shoulders where the straps had dug into them. Her hands were like feathers. That felt nice. She unzipped my jeans and slid them down my legs. I stepped out of them. She reached up and slipped her thumbs into my panties waistband and slowly pulled them down. I was naked in front of her. She said, “Turn around.” I did. Her eyes were drinking me in like nectar of the gods. She said, “The water’s pretty warm. Go slow.”I dipped my foot cautiously into the water. It was pretty hot, but I continued. Soon I was lowering my body into the soothing warmth. Once I was fully immersed, she said, “Let me turn it on.” The jets felt great as they massaged my tensions and I could feel them drifting away just like a tea bag tendrils wafting away in hot water. I was relaxed and it felt wonderful. My mistress brought us two large glasses of the Malbec I loved and place mine on the tub ledge. I took a few slips. While she sat in the vanity chair and watched, she took a few sips, too. Soon both of us had finished the wine and my mistress headed for the kitchen for the bottle. She refilled our glasses. We talked about everything except the one thing that I feared. With the water’s warmth, the wine was affecting me quickly. I drank it too fast, but I was feeling really relaxed for the first time since my hubby went on his business trip. Pat turned on the hot water to add some more heat. I could feel the water as it rushed around my body and the jets burrowed into my tensions. I was about half finished with my second glass when my mistress said, “You look so relaxed now. Can I join you?”I feared she would take advantage of me in this state and replied, “No, I don’t think so.””Please, I promise I won’t do anything.” she pleaded. That was the second time today that she had said ‘please’ to me. In a weak moment, I said, “OK, but no funny business.” She removed her clothes. She’s so beautiful with golden hair and tanned body. She stepped in behind me so that my back nestled up against her breasts. The water level rose up to my neck. As I rested on her chest, I could feel that her nipples poking into my back. They were hard as pebbles. A tingle came over me and I wanted to get out, but the warmth and the wine convinced me otherwise. My mistress said, “Oh, this feels really good. I like the way the jets just massage your body. They swivel so you can direct them exactly when they need to go.”She moved one and aimed direct at my left nipple. It was like a thousand tongues flicking it. I began to feel a stirring between my legs. She re-directed another jet to hit the other one. I could feel I was going to lose control and tried to get up, but the wine and warmth had turned my legs into jelly. I couldn’t move. She parted my legs. I said, “No, don’t do this.”As she took the hand sprayer, she replied, “I’m not doing anything.” She immersed it underwater and turned it on with the pulsating flow and directed it at my pussy. When the first pulse of water hit it, I knew I was lost. I was cumming in about five seconds as my mistress held me close with her arm around my waist as she moved the water stream back and forth over my clit and I came and came and came. She whispered in my ear, “I just love watching you cum. It’s so hot. It just shows me how much you love me. I love making you feel good.”I responded, “Oh, my mistress, please don’t do this. Please don’t make me do anything tonight. Please.”Her response was, “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” She turned the sprayer off and moved to the edge of the tub then spread her legs. I knew I had to eat her because she was my mistress. I buried my face in her pussy and made her cum. She said, “See I knew you wanted to do that.” She got me out of the tub and laid out my black dress outfit. When I saw it, I said, “OH NO, please not that! No! Not tonight. Let’s just stay here and make love, my mistress.””Remember when I first made you do things that you thought you didn’t like, but you really did. Well, this is one of those things.” was her rebuttal. Soon I was dressed and we were heading for Harold’s apartment. Once we arrived, it was a party, but there were just guys there about a dozen. It wasn’t fifteen minutes and I was naked on the floor fucking and sucking everyone there. This went on for hours and I came every time I had a cock in my mouth, pussy or ass most of the time all three at once. My mistress just watched while rubbing her cunt. She had all the boys cum on me as I lay on the floor. I had cum covering every inch of my body. She got me dressed and took me home and left me with my clothes glued to my skin. I stood in the shower with all my clothes on trying to wash away everything I had become and not wanting it to be that way. I must have been in there an hour just crying and hating myself.***The next day, Pat showed up with another woman in tow. I didn’t want to let them in, but I couldn’t say no to my mistress. They had brought lunch for us. Pat introduced the other woman, Angelique. She was really cute and petite just like a little pixie. She was a couple inches short than myself and wore her brownish hair in a bob that d****d around her Audrey Hepburn neck. Her face was an oval shape with a slight V as it tapered to her chin. Her skin was perfectly smooth. I was very envious. Her lips looked so succulent even without lipstick. The upper one was slightly thicker than the lower one – not too big or too small just Goldilocks’ right. She had a little turned up thin nose and the biggest brown eyes I’d even seen. She was just lovely. My husband would have enjoyed ogling this beautiful young woman.Her legs were displayed nicely in a pair of skinny black pants that clung to her narrow hips and posterior. Her feet were nestled in a pair of comfy looking grey flats. Her torso was covered with a white blouse and a petitely flowered scarf slung loosely around her shoulders.Her mouth opened and a delightful French accent spilled forth like an avalanche of sensuality as she said, “Hel-low, bonjour. C’est agréable de vous rencontrer.” I adored her immediately. Pat took hold of Angelique’s arm and led her to the living room sofa and ordered, “Kathy, get us some drinks – something with a kick.” I returned with a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and three glasses. I filled all the glass and we began our introductory conversation. After eating our panni’s and snacking on a baguette or two, I was more impressed with this new woman. Her English was impeccable but with a sexy French accent. I was taken by her. From our conversation, I discovered that she was a twenty-three year old third grade teacher at Ecole Saint Dominique Primaire et Maternelle in Dijon (like the mustard). She was visiting the US on summer break and just loved the openness of the US, both the spacious topography and idealism. She seemed a little shy maybe it was being in an unfamiliar country or maybe she just needed someone to guide her. I wondered how Pat knew all these interesting people.We were all feeling the three glasses of wine when Pat looked at Angelique and said to my embarrassment, “Kathy is my slave. Isn’t that right, Kathy?”I felt my face flush with heat as I turned beet red, but Pat’s eyes bore down on me and I reluctantly replied softly, “Yes, my mistress.”Pat snapped back, “I didn’t hear you, my little cunt.”As my eyes sank to the floor, I answered louder, “Yes, my mistress.”Pat pulled up her skirt up sans panties and spreading her legs said, “I want you to eat me.”I rose from the overstuffed chair and positioned myself between her legs. I had to obey her. After all, she was my mistress. Positioning herself on the edge of the sofa, she pulled my face to her cunt as I lapped at her juices. I heard her ask Angelique, “Do you want her to eat you?”She replied, “No, that’s alright.”Pat said, “I don’t think that’s an option, my little croissant.” Pat stared and ordered her to take her pants and undies off. Pat had this gorgeous French girl under her control, too. As I kept lapping at Pat’s slit, Angelique did as ordered. She was lovely with or without clothes. She had an European full bush that was trimmed around the edges so it didn’t look too wild.I continued licking and sucking Pat’s cunt until she came loudly and slid her slit up and down my face. I was covered with her orgasm. She said, “Whew that was great. Now do Angelique and show her how good of a teacher I am.”I slowly approached Angelique. Her legs tentatively spread as if she wasn’t sure what to expect. I exquisitely slowly slipped my hands up each leg, one on each snowy leg starting from her knee. When they were half way up, I leaned forward and began kissing her soft flesh about mid-thigh. It tasted like peaches so delicately sweet. I began to get wet. My lips moved to her other leg and began the same treatment while my free hand stroked her inner thigh with a feather light touch. She squirmed with acceptance.After about ten minutes of teasing, my tongue flicked her crease between her leg and torso. My eyes saw her dampness and the excitement I was causing. I licked my fingers and ever slow lightly slid them over her pink wet lips. My fingers unrelentingly circled her labia, which caused her breathing to increase to almost panting. I would hear a deep sigh every minute or two. I knew she was relishing the treatment she was getting. I had to be great for my mistress, but most of all, I really wanted it for myself. I needed to please this charming French porcelain doll whose legs I found myself nestled between. Suddenly, a feeling flowed over me like a tidal wave; it was the desire to completely possess her, so there was no escape for her from my wanton desires. She would be MY slave to do my bidding. At once, I understood Pat’s motivation and obsession to own me and my husband.With this new realization firmly implanted in my consciousness, I knew it was time. My tongue extended and the tip found her clit. I flicked at it like a snake tasting the air. You’d of thought that I’d unexpectedly set off a firecracker by the way she nearly jumped off the sofa. I owned her now and I wasn’t going to let her get away without tasting her orgasms. I started my tongue at her pucker muscle and slurped at it as she wriggled between my arms. I moved up to her slit and using a lot of spit lapped up and down on it like a lion with a fresh antelope. Much to my pleasure, she was pinching and pulling her nipples and began screaming and cumming. My arms clamped down on her legs so as to not let her get away from my feverish attack on her juicer. I kept licking, sucking and lapping up her juices as they flowed freely like an artesian fountain. She tasted sweet and delicate like a true “French” pastry. She just melted in my mouth.In the background, I guess Pat was impressed. I heard her say, “I don’t think she’s ever eating me with such ferocity. Angelique, you’re getting the extra special treatment.”I don’t know how long I was imbedded in Angelique’s cunt, but forever wouldn’t have been long enough. Pat finally grabbed my hair and pulled me out saying, “Kathy, let her catch her breath.”I looked up from my knees with my face covered with spit and cum and saw Angelique reclining exhausted on the sofa. She had the most satiated grin float across her lips. I looked at her with her legs languishingly spread before me; cunt hair that was matted by my spit. There was no modesty left; she was completely comfortable in this position. I lightly slid my fingers up and down her dripping slit. I had to memorize every detail of her. Her cunt was mine if I wanted it. I did. I wanted her to belong to me like I belonged to Pat.Pat and Angelique spent the rest of the day and we did things, a lot of things to each other. It was wonderful.***Sunday afternoon, I got a call from my hubby. Although our relationship was changing, hearing from him always made me feel safe. He said he had finished all his business by working all weekend, so he could come home to me earlier. I love him so much. He really is the sweetest guy and all the things he does for me. He said he’d be home Monday afternoon. I was elated.***As soon as my plane landed and we were allowed to stand up, I pushed my way to the front of the plane. I pissed off about half the plane, but I needed to get to Kathy. She had sounded so sad when I’d talked to her. I needed to take care of my baby. Once I drove into the driveway, my beautiful wife came sprinting out the front door and wrapped her arms around me and squeezed so tight that I almost couldn’t breathe. We kissed and hugged like I’d been on a long combat deployment. I saw Marge looking out her window observing. I waved. She smiled. I was glad to be home.We went inside and sat down. “I missed you so much, Honey. I could hardly stand it. Have you been a ‘good’ girl while I’ve been gone?” I asked. Kathy looked a little strange, but with a smile on her face she said, “I’ve been my best.” She hugged me again and I just held her in my arms as I enjoyed the scent of her hair and the warmth of her body as nuzzled into my chest. This felt like it was supposed to be.Later that evening Pat called. I looked at my wife. She shook her head no. I said, “Pat, I’d prefer that you not come over.” She said, “Do you think you’re going to fuck my little cunt? If you do, are you up for some punishment?”I gathered up all my courage and said, “If that’s what it takes, I guess that’s what it’ll be then.” Her reply was, “Well, a lot has happened since you’ve been gone, so I guess it would be alright for you to finger-fuck her. Goodnight, see you tomorrow.” I thought I wonder what that meant. I asked Kathy, “Pat said that a lot has happened since I’ve been gone. What does she mean?”My wife looked down and relayed the story of Pat making her masturbate in the front window. I asked, “Did anyone see you?”She reluctantly said, “I had my eyes closed, but when I finished, there were two men watching.””Is that all?” was my next questions. She looked like a beat puppy and said, “Yes.” With some lingering doubt, I thought, given the control Pat has been putting on her, she did well. As we retired to the bedroom, I said to my wife, “I don’t really want to fuck tonight?”She replied, “Yes, Sweetie, let’s just snuggle.” I was unsure of myself because even while holding my love in my arms, my cock didn’t get hard. Like I thought it might. We settled in for an all-night cuddle session. It was great to have my wife to myself for this night at least.The next morning, the weather was ominous – black skies, thunder, lighting and raining cats and dogs. Maybe this was a sign of things to come or maybe things would be better once the storm passed. I felt the coolness of the gel Kathy was rubbing on my shoulders and I remembered that things were back to “normal”. When I got to work, the rain had stopped. First thing, I did a detailed de-briefing for my boss on my trip and how I thought things went. He was pleased that I had finished early and commented that he had reported to his boss that the client thought I did a great job. Once I returned to my office, I found several emails from Pat with page links. I opened the first one. It was a girl sucking a big cock. She was doing a great job of licking and sucking. About a minute in, it faded out for a few seconds and when it reappeared, it was my face on her head sucking his cock as he came. I couldn’t help it as my cock started to stir in its confines. Reluctantly but curious, I opened the next one. It was a shemale getting fucked. She was riding the guy’s cock reverse cowgurl and was bouncing up and down with his big cock up her ass. Of course, her cock was bigger than mine and it flopped back and forth as she rode him. Her face faded out and mine took its place just as she shot cum all over her belly. I was as hard as my cock could get while being restrained. I don’t know how Pat had done this because I’d never given her my work email. She must’ve gotten it from Kathy. What was I going to do now? I was so fucking horny and my dick was locked up. I needed a release. It was almost lunch time.I work downtown and a few blocks from my office is a sex arcade. Once the lunch hour arrived, I headed straight for it. I’m not quite sure what I was going to do there, but I had to do something. I asked the clerk what kind of videos he had. He said that the machines in the back had all kinds – hardcore hetero, lesbian, shemales, homo, whatever you want. He said, “It’s really dark in there so use this guide to find the cubical you want.”He gave me a map of the back room that showed which type video was shown in each cubical. As least, I saved the embarrassment of asking. All I had to do was go to the type I needed. The problem was I didn’t know what I needed. There was one called cuckold. I didn’t know what that meant, so my curiosity got the best of me. I stepped into the back room, the clerk was right. It was almost black in there. I stood just inside the door for several minutes until my eyes got adjusted. Each door had the cubical number on it with small red LED lights. I found the one I was looking for and entered closing the door behind me. I put my money in; the movie started; and two guys were there with a hot looking chick. One guy sat in a chair and the big-dicked guy proceeded to fuck the woman in every orifice while guy in chair slowly jacked off. From the crappy dialogue, the guy in the chair was her husband and he liked to watch his wife get fucked with big cocks. I could relate, but that wasn’t what I was looking for exactly, but it seemed like a category that was something I sorta liked. I checked the paper again and saw a cubical called sissy cuckold. I wondered if that what was what I was looking for so I headed for that cubical. It was pretty cramped. Once the movie started, there was a hot woman and a guy dressed in women’s clothes. He actually looked pretty good in them. His wife made him strip and I noticed that his cock was locked up like mine. A big guy entered the scene and stripped. He had a huge cock and the wife made her husband suck the guy. My cock started to squirm. Was this it? I continued to watch the movie as the big guy fucked the shit out of the woman as her husband licked the guy’s balls. I felt something touch my leg. It was dark except for the light from the screen. I reached down to move whatever it was away and felt a hard big cock. At first, I didn’t know what to do, but soon my fingers started to u*********sly wrap around it. It felt so good in my hand – so warm, pulsing with life and passion. I watched the movie and stroked it slowly. I heard a moan from the next cubical then the voice said, “Suck it.”My consciousness was a mass of confusion and uncertainty. I looked down at it. What the fuck am I going to do, but at that moment, this thing in my hand is what I needed. I knelt down and began to lavish my tongue on the anonymous cock just like Kathy’s dildo. It felt good in my mouth. I had lost it just sucking like there was no tomorrow. The strange member began shooting thick and creamy cum deep into my mouth. It tasted so good. I sucked and drank it down until it softened. Just as I had finished with that one when another bigger cock appeared from the other side, it dawned on me. I realized I needed a release. I stroked and sucked this bigger cock until it was good and wet. I stood up and dropped my pants as I positioned my ass against the hole in the wall. I spread my cheeks. I felt the pressure then it slipped into my ass. My ass pressed hard up against the wall trying to get as much this cock into me as I could. It started fucking me and yes, oh yes, this is what I needed. It felt so good. This cock was pleasing me, filling me, fucking me. With a couple deep thrust, he came and so did I. My cock was leaking cum from its confines. It felt so good to have my nuts drain some of their load. I had the release I needed and wanted, but I needed more. Thank god a third cock appeared. I thoroughly wetted it and again positioned myself for the fucking that I wanted. I came again in a couple minutes, however being the good fuck slut, I stayed in position until this cock shot its load into my ass, too. What the fuck was wrong with me? This couldn’t have happened. Did it or was it just a figment of my imagination?It had been an hour and half. I needed to get back to work. As I pulled my pants up, I could feel the cum dripping from my ass. It was scary, exciting and real at the same time. The clerk smiled as I left and said, “Now that you know what we have to offer, don’t be a stranger.”When I arrived home from work Pat was there waiting for me as I pulled in the driveway. She met me on the way to the door and said, “I missed you, too. Our anniversary night was so special. I get wet just thinking about it.” She grabbed me and kissed me with her tongue licking the back of my throat as her hand slip down and to check my cock restraint. I broke loose and said, “What the fuck, Pat. Someone could be watching.” I was right, Marge was peering out her window, but she wasn’t smiling this time. We went inside.We all had a nice conversation and Pat said, “I hope you enjoyed the videos I sent you because I’ve got some special activities planned for tonight.”I asked, “What’s so special?””Well, you’ll be the center of attention. We’ll be taking care of you. So why don’t you take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.”Kathy chimed in, “Yeah, Sweetie, it’ll be fun and I know you’ll like it when we’re finished.”As she handed me a blindfold, Pat said, “You have to put this on so it doesn’t spoil the surprise. Remember, don’t move because we don’t want to hurt you.”I put the blind fold on and laid on the bed. Soon I feel the girls take first one arm and then the other and handcuff it to the bedpost. I wondered what devious plot these women had on their minds. Soon the same thing happened to my legs. I was totally immobile and at their mercy. I wasn’t sure if I was OK with that, but what the hell, it was too late now.I heard some giggling and a “phiffff” sound and then felt a dampness on my chest then something sliding over it. Pat took off my chastity device. It felt great to not be confined then I felt their hands smearing something on my cock and nuts. I then realized that they were shaving me. This continued on my arms, legs, and feet. They rolled me over and did the backside too. I felt the device being re-secured. I heard the click of the lock and they said, “We’re done and you look beautiful.”As Kathy ran her hands over my chest and legs, I got chills. Soon Pat joined in and was doing the same. My cock wasn’t even getting hard although I was horny. Pat said, “He feels so smooth just like a girl. I’ll take the cuffs off your ankles, but you have to pull your legs up to your chest for us. OK?”I replied, “Alright.”They released my ankles from the bedposts. After I had pulled my legs to my chest, I felt them lock my ankles to bedposts where my hands were. Pat then said, “Kathy, doesn’t he look good like that? Couldn’t you just fuck him to death in that position?”I heard some more giggling then I felt someone get on the bed. I heard buzzing sound from the bathroom. I felt Kathy’s dildo at the entrance to my poop chute then a push. It was in and it began sliding back and forth. The buzzing sound got closer. I felt vibrations on my nuts. I’m not sure who was fucking me – Pat or Kathy, but they were doing a great job. My nuts were tingling with the vibrator and the dildo doing a job on my prostrate. I couldn’t take any longer and screamed. Pat said, “Look, he’s cumming. Let’s see if we can get him to cum again. You fuck him this time.”There was a lull and the fucking began again until I shot another load on my belly. Pat said, “Don’t waste it. Make him eat it.” I felt their hands scooping you my releases and then I felt drops falling on my lips. I licked it off. Soon there were cum coated fingers being shoved in my mouth.Kathy said, “I just love watching him swallow cum. It makes me so hot. That’s what started all of this.”I thought to myself. What the fuck has happened to Kathy and me? I longed for the old days when I got to fuck her pussy and if I was good, she’d suck me, but it could never be that way again. We had lost our innocence. Kathy couldn’t feel my little cock in her cunt any more. She needed and wanted big, thick cocks and I couldn’t compete with them. Besides, now I couldn’t get hard without looking at or sucking a big cock or cum without having a thick cock fucking my ass. I was hairless and my cock was locked up. I was horny all the time, but I couldn’t get my release unless I did what Pat and Kathy ordered.I was in a hopeless situation. I loved Kathy so much that I decided to just be the best at what I was doing. I asked Kathy and Pat, “What do you want me to do? But first, tell me, what is that gel you’ve been putting on me? My cock isn’t any bigger. In fact, I think it’s shrunk from being locked up all the time. ” Pat said, “Well, that’s a gel’s called AndroGel. It’s a testosterone booster. It’s been keeping you horny all the time for us. Any woman knows guys follow orders a lot more readily when they’re horny because their little brain is doing all their thinking.” They both laughed. I felt like a helpless little pussy. They removed the blindfold and Pat said, “What we want? Let’s see – we want you to be the sissy boi you really are! You have to do exactly as we say.”Kathy said, “Are you ready to commit like I have and go all the way?””Yes, I’m tired of fighting it any longer. I’ll do anything you want because I love you.” I replied.Pat removed the key to my restraint from her neck and gave it to my wife then said, “I use to be just like you and after I committed, I turned into the beautiful woman you see before you. You can become Kathy’s wife and she’ll give you the good fucking you deserve every day. She’s learned enough to be a self-sufficient “Hot Wife”. I asked, “What’s that?”It’s a wife that goes out and finds big cocked guys to fuck her. If she brings them home, you’ll have to suck and fuck them, too. I’m sure they’ll want to show you that they can fulfill your wife’s needs better than you can ever imagine.Kathy worriedly asked, “My mistress, are you going to leave us?””No, but it’ll give me more time to for training Angelique. She’s going to be a wonderful addition to the group. We’ll all like that. Won’t we, my little cunt?” was Pat’s reply.A big smile popped on Kathy’s face as she said, “Oh yes, I’d love that. I just love her to death. Can I own her, please?”Pat looked at Kathy and said, “Well, I’ll think about it. But first, don’t just stand there get some panties for your wife. We need to dress her up.”This all started with me wanting to convert my wife into a sucking and fucking slut. Funny, how it works out. She’s the sucking and fucking slut I wanted, but I’ve been converted into her sucking, fucking, and cum addicted wife. I’m committed to being the best sissy boi slut I can be for her.***Moral of the story: Be careful what you wish for.

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