by K C Douglas
“Aaaahhhh, no, gosh no,” Irene mumbled, as she was shocked.
“You know, Mia and I vowed to use this wonderful vacation to try new things... try something we’d never think of at home,” Emma stated.
“Yes, oh my god, I’d never think of fooling around with another man, but Ryan told me about his fantasy of watching me with a stranger,” Mia said and smiled at her newfound friend.
“Love, has Oscar ever mentioned having fantasies... of watching you with another man?” Emma asked.
Irene was utterly shocked. “Well... ah, yes. I don’t know how many times he’s asked... told me about his fantasies,” she replied and felt her face turn hot and blushed.
“I totally believe you. I can see why Oscar loves you and has fantasies about watching his adorable wife having sex,” Emma said.
“Yes, and like I said, being on a cruise is the perfect opportunity to try something risqué... something you’d never consider at home,” Mia added, wanting to erase more of the woman’s doubts.
Irene was confused and not sure what to do or say, but the woman’s reasoning was certainly sound. “Ah, yes, I do understand,” she whispered and felt her heart quiver with anxiety.
“Wouldn’t you love to make your husband’s dreams come true. Oh my, I can only imagine how happy you would make Oscar,” Emma said, knowing the woman was too gullible to put up much of a fight.
Mia was certainly submissive and she felt very comfortable being under Emma’s control. After Emma told her they would search for some sexy woman or couple on their cruise, Mia willingly vowed to help her in any way possible. “Oh Irene, I’m so scared, but I told Ryan when we left home that I would make his fantasy come true. This is the perfect time for you too,” Mia said.
“Oh darling, I just know you’d make Oscar the happiest man in the world,” Emma stated, as she raised her glass in a toast. “Mia, Irene and Emma are real sluts and they are going to perform some role-playing... fuck the first man who asks!”
It seemed natural for all three to clink glasses and complete the toast. Irene smiled back at her friend and wondered if she was doing the right thing. Then she realized she wasn’t alone and that other husbands had the same fantasies as Oscar.
Emma abruptly ended the session, as it was time for action. “Let’s get changed. I’ll pick you girls up in thirty minutes and we’ll see if the men can handle three horny women,” she said and they all laughed.
***
Mason bought the first round of drinks and not long after Oscar bought another round, as the cool refreshing drinks seemed to go down fast. The men remained on deck lounge-chairs around the pool and they gawked at all of the scantily clad women who roamed around the area.
When their wives finally showed up, they were already feeling no pain because of the alcohol. It was easy for Emma to lay out the evening’s schedule, as everyone seemed to be in a heightened mood and highly anticipating something might happen. First they headed for one of the lavish dining rooms and luckily the place was not that busy.
The diner was great and the mood seemed to get more and more intimate with each passing hour. Immediately following diner, everyone agreed to spend the rest of the evening in Oscar and Irene’s stateroom to partake in drinks and maybe some party games if possible. Emma wanted to use the couple’s room because it would give Oscar and Irene no place to run.
The young couples were already extremely aroused when they entered the quaint stateroom. It was easy for Emma to arrange the seating and get everyone seated to suit her devious plans. She had the men sit around the table in a small eating area and then ordered Mia and Irene to sit on the plush sofa, which was on one side of the room.
Emma stood at the bedroom door and took charge. “We girls were talking this afternoon and discovered our husbands have some erotic fantasies... about us doing some roleplaying and having sex,” she said and the room went deathly quiet.
“Yes, Ryan has fantasies... he told me,” Mia said, as her voice quivered when she helped her friend.
Emma stared directly at Irene’s stunned husband. “Oscar! Do you ever fantasize about Irene? Do you dream of her with another man?” she asked and smiled at the man.
Oscar looked at his wife, as he felt a tremendous urge to reveal his erotic fantasy. “Well... ah, well, I guess,” he replied.
“Well, your darling wife told us that you did,” Emma said and relished the frightened expression on Irene’s face. “She said you have fantasies about her with another man.”
His secret was out and Oscar felt better because his wife told someone about his sexual fantasy. “Yes, we’ve talked about it... having Irene do things,” he replied, but couldn’t actually mention the incriminating details.
“Us girls have decided to make your dreams come true. Mistress Emma is going to get changed into her proper outfit and then she is going to have her two, loyal sluts perform for our horny husbands,” Emma said and held up her big purse full of clothes, as she opened the bedroom door. “I’ll change and then the show will start!”
When the bedroom door closed behind Emma, everyone’s heartrate doubled and their breathing grew ragged. Mia knew she was going to be intensely humiliated by her Mistress, but she was more than ready. Mason and Ryan also knew what to expect yet Oscar and Irene sat motionless, as they wondered if they weren’t being duped.
It took less than five minutes before the door opened. Emma practically jumped into the room and threw her arms out. “Well my dearest slut, Mia, Mistress wants her slave to take off her clothes.
Under normal circumstances, one would have questioned why Emma had a dominatrix outfit in her purse, but Oscar and Irene were totally overwhelmed by the sudden roleplaying. They stared at the almost naked woman who wore only black net stockings, jet-black panties, and black leather bra with the ends cut-out.
Everyone’s eyes bulged at the astonishing spectacle. Emma emanated sexual deviance and her large nipples looked succulent, as they pushed straight out from her chest. She was holding a small whip and waved it around in a most taunting fashion, as she glanced around the suddenly quiet room.
Emma stood between the two women and the husbands who all had their mouths gaping open. “Well boys, you just sit back and watch. Mistress Emmeline is going to fulfill some of your fantasies,” she said and flashed the whip through the air several times.
“Oh fuck, yes, my love... fucking yes,” Mason whispered, as he returned his wife’s stare.
Ryan simply gawked and could only mumble a response. “Ooooh, hot damn... ooooh, fuck.”
Oscar stared at his wife and noticed her expression was one of utter fear. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he merely shrugged, as if to say, ‘what can I do?’
Emma abruptly turned and took three steps towards the sofa. She purposely waved the whip in Mia’s pretty face and gave orders. “Mistress Emmeline is going to have fun with my two little slaves. You two will follow orders... strictly obey every command... OR ELSE!”
She glared first into Mia’s wide, bright eyes and then into Irene’s worried eyes. Then she quickly shifted the whip and placed the tip under Irene’s chin, as she motioned for the woman to move. “Mistress Emmeline demands you to stand up... NOW!”
There was no hesitation, as both women stood up and tried to keep their distance from the stern woman. “Stand still!” Emma gave the order and then slowly walked around the women and around the sofa, using her whip to rub against an arm, a hip, a shoulder and a leg or two.
Emma promptly circled them again and then stopped directly in front of her dearest friend. She knew Mia would be the perfect slave, as the couples often used roleplay during their weekly get-togethers at home. “Good girl! Now, you girls are going to follow orders... obey Mistress Emmeline’s demands without any delay,” she whispered and put the whip under Mia’s chin and forced the woman’s head upwards.
“Are you going to obey, Slave-Mia?” Emma asked and stared into her eyes.
“Yes, Mistress... yes, yes!” M
ia replied with great enthusiasm.
Emma shifted to her right and put the whip under the shivering woman’s chin. She tilted Irene’s head upwards and her glare demanded an immediate answer. “Aaaahhhh, oooohhhh, yeaaaaa, yes,” Irene moaned reluctantly, but she was too intimidated to move.
When Emma stepped back, Irene looked across the room to find her husband. As soon as she noticed the contented grin on Oscar’s beaming face, she knew he was only thinking about his long-time fantasy. Remembering the earlier discussions with Emma and Mia only made matters worse.
Maybe it was the alcohol; maybe it was being away from home on a cruise, but when Emma suggested they fulfill their husband’s fantasies during the once-in-a lifetime cruise, it didn’t appear wrong at the time. Irene was distraught. Suddenly she had doubts yet there didn’t seem to be any way out of the growing dilemma.
It was time! Emma glared into Mia’s eyes and then shifted to Irene’s before she uttered her next command. “Take off your tops and give them to Mistress,” she said, using her sternest voice.
Irene noticed movement to her right and then a shear top was handed to Emma. She didn’t dare look so she dropped her head and stared at the floor, as she slowly removed her skimpy top. When she reluctantly handed the garment to Emma, the woman grabbed it and swiftly tossed both tops across the room.
“Remove your sandals!”
Without delay, two pairs of sandals were in front of her and Emma nonchalantly kicked them to the side. “Give me your skirts!”
Mia instantly stripped her skirt and place it in Emma’s outstretched hand. Irene raised her head and pleaded with her husband, but there was no leniency on his face. She reluctantly unfastened her skirt and the garment was almost ripped off her shivering body by the enraged Mistress.
“If Mistress gets mad at her slave, she’ll push her little girl outside and let all of the other guests see the disobedient slave. Do you want everyone to see you naked... to know you’re a bad girl?” Emma asked and glared straight at the timid woman.
When the woman’s head dropped and her eyes looked down at the floor, Emma was happy. She knew exactly how to dominate someone and it was time. “Are you going to obey Mistress?” she asked and quickly reached around and slapped Irene’s ass with the whip.
“I asked you a question! Are you going to obey Mistress?” she asked again and then whipped the woman’s pelvis a few times to demonstrate her supreme power.
The response was so quick even Oscar was surprise. “Yes, oh yes!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress what?”
“Yes, Mistress Emmeline!”
“Good girl... very good girl. Do you want to make your husband happy?” Emma asked and moved off to the side.
“Yes, Mistress,” Irene replied and raised her head enough to see Oscar’s enthused expression.
Emma stepped between the women and continued. “Strip your useless bras and hand them to me!”
Mia quickly bared her chest and exposed her big boobs, which had a slight sag, but were definitely luscious. Irene stared down at the floor, unable to move a muscle. She vowed to resist with all of her will, but suddenly Emma gave one swift snap with her whip. The leather tails scorched her ass and then the whip waved back and forth in front of her flushed face.
“Mistress ordered you to remove your useless bra,” Emma demanded and whipped the woman’s butt one more time.
There was no hesitation, as the shivering woman unfastened her bra. Irene waited for her heart to beat again before she placed the lacy garment in Emma’s outstretched hand.
“Oh my... oh my! Guys, don’t you like these titties. What do you think, guys?” Emma asked and then lashed out with the whip when Irene’s arm came up.
“Oh fuck... fucking biggies... oh, love those gorgeous nipples... beauties... fucking beauties... nice tits,” sounded from across the room, as all three men replied.
She had never been so embarrassed in her life. Irene brought up her arms again and then she felt the burning lashes from the whip, as her faced turned beat red. “Aaaahhhh, owwweeeee,” she moaned and dropped her arms.
“Oh honey, don’t hide your gorgeous tits. The guys want to see them... see your succulent nipples,” Emma whispered, as she was overcome with the desire to humiliate the adorable wife. “Do you like showing off your boobs?”
Irene heard the moans and groans from across the room yet she managed to remain standing. “No, no,” she whispered and glanced up at her husband.
“Good sluts! Now, for the last piece of useless clothes. Give me your panties!” Emma stared straight into the starry eyes and knew Irene wasn’t going to resist very much. “Gimme!”
Again Mia was quick to respond and she placed her panties in her friend’s hand right away. Irene didn’t want to react, but she didn’t know how to fight. The whip waved around in her face and then she bent over and slowly removed her dignity. When she handed the panties to the demanding woman, Irene lost all hope.
“My, oh my, you girls look adorable... god damn adorable,” Emma stated and moved directly behind her dear friend. She shoved the end of her whip into the back of Mia’s thighs and then whispered. “Spread your legs, Slave-Mia, and show the boys your horny snatch... your beautifully shaved pussy.”
Irene didn’t have to look, as her peripheral vision caught the movement. When the woman stepped to the side, Irene knew what would happen. She felt the whip graze her thighs and then she obediently moved her feet apart.
“Good girl, Slave-Irene. Now, the boys can see your dripping pussy,” Emma whispered and deftly rubbed the whip through the exposed crotch. When the feet came together, she promptly whipped the bare ass-cheeks, which made everyone’s heart pound when the feet spread again.
“Oh my, oh my, we have to make our Slave-Irene more presentable. I’m sure the guys don’t want hair in their mouths when they kiss your love-box,” Emma stated and paused for a few seconds to give the men a chance to regain their senses. “We have to shave dear Irene and make her look pretty... real pretty!”
Irene made it a point to trim her pussy hair before the vacation and only leave a small patch on her pelvis, which took a lot of courage at the time. She wanted to look good in a bikini during the cruise, but obviously her well-trimmed patch wasn’t enough for Emma. “Aaaahhhh,” she moaned, as her temperature skyrocketed.
“Slave-Mia, go into the bedroom and get a razor out of my purse,” Emma demanded.
Irene shuddered and wanted to protest. “Naaaahhhh,” was all she got out before the whip lashed across her bare ass. She cried out loud and didn’t know what else to do, as she felt totally helpless.
The whimpering sounded erotic and so alluring that each man sported a raging hard-on. They watched Irene raise her head and stare across the room at her husband. Her lips moved, but only whimpering came out, as she pleaded for mercy. When Oscar nodded his head and asked the dominating woman to proceed, Irene’s heart stopped.
Mia almost ran to the bedroom and returned with a razor and a can of foamy cream. She stood in front of the shaking woman and didn’t hesitate to start the demoralizing shaving.
“Good! Cover her precious pussy with cream and then we can shave all that dirty hair off. As I said, we don’t want the boys to get hair in their mouths when they lick our little Slave-Irene,” Emma said and smiled at the men.
Irene wanted to die. Her feet remained apart and her arms hung helplessly at her sides, as her inflamed pelvis was covered with gobs of white cream. All of a sudden, both women grabbed the hanging arms and forced Irene onto the sofa and flat on her back. When Mia moved the razor to the top of the cream, everyone’s heart literally stopped.
Oscar couldn’t believe the intense performance. The razor slowly moved down and left a clean, bare strip that caught all eyes. Then Mia promptly performed the most dramatic shaving event, as she spread the long legs and used both hands to perfection. Every time Irene moved an arm or leg, Emma’s
swift response with the whip stopped any protest.
Mia forced the legs further apart and fully exposed the almost shaved crotch. When she moved the razor to one side of the puffy labia, the middle-finger of one hand caused the shapely hips to buck wildly. She inserted her fingertip and made sure to graze the tiny clitty, which brought out more whimpers and moans from the twisting woman.
“I like my slaves to show me how much they want sex... well, Slave-Irene, Mistress wants you to show hubby how much you want him,” Emma whispered and rubbed the whip up and down the front of the heaving chest. “Roll your big nipples around and get them nice and hard for Oscar... and the boys.”
Irene closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was all a bad dream. When the whip lashed across one of her boobs, her arms moved fast. She cupped both boobs and used her fingers to stretch the nipples in an upward fashion.
“Good girl! Roll them around and around. Get them nice and hard and keep shoving them out at the boys,” Emma demanded.
Mia finished the shaving and the entire pelvis area was glistening. Her next act came as no surprise to Emma, but it shocked the three men out of their silence.
“Holy shit, she’s... Mia’s fingering her,” Ryan whispered.
“Look! She’s got her finger in... all inside the horny slut,” Mason declared and groped his throbbing crotch.
“Fuck... oh fuck, honey, you’re letting her... letting her finger you,” Oscar moaned, as he noticed Mia’s finger disappear.
Irene pinched her eyes closed as hard as she could. If she couldn’t see it, it would go away, she prayed. Her breathing was ragged and came in quick gasps, which made it hard to get enough air. She felt dizzy and actually wanted to faint, but Emma and Mia had other plans.
Suddenly the finger came out, but that proved disastrous. Mia spotted the tiny clitoris and she used her fingertips to pinch and yank the bud out of the sweaty hideaway. She knew what to do! Her fingers move like grease lightning and rolled the clitty around in the vast juices, which no woman could withstand for long.
