Sordid Secrets

by Mistress Kaz

  Like any red blood male, the thought of two women together is a huge turn on. Actually seeing it in the flesh and one of those women being your wife and the other your Mistress – it’s like having all your birthdays rolled into one! My eyes were out on stalks and I wanted to get closer.

  “This one is a good slut and knows exactly what to do.” Athena told us with an approving smile.

  I could see Amy was really getting into this and it surprised me to an extent. I had always suspected she had an interest in women, the way her eyes would follow a particularly good looking girl and her eyes would travel to the woman’s behind. Not in a critical or judgemental way but in the same kind of way a man would look at a woman he desired.

  I never actually would have dared to hope I would see my wife sexually interacting with another female though. I felt my libido rise with intensity.

  Amy was lapping at Mistress and emitting a moan and obviously getting off on Mistresses pleasure.

  Just as I thought Mistress was about to come, she put up her hand and said “Enough. That was a fun warm up. I hope you don’t mind me enjoying your wife Slave number 2?”

  “It’s an erm…honour Mistress.” I stumbled over my words excitedly.

  Then Mistress smiled wickedly and said “Number 2. Pick any number for me except for your own.”

  I knew what was coming next. I knew that Amy was to please the number of the guy I chose.

  Number 3, Aden seemed like a nice gent, open, honest, friendly and not too much of sleazebag. I am ashamed to say I also picked him as his body wasn’t the most impressive in the room. He was trim and not exactly a flabby slob, but nothing to make me feel threatened. He was a good choice.

  “Number 3 Mistress” I called.

  “Number 3 come up. This is your lucky day!” Mistress nodded approvingly.

  Number 3 looked around as if he had heard wrong, then got up half convinced he was going to be reprimanded. His legs were shaking as he made his way to the front and as Mistress commanded him to drop his pants I could see he was clearly nervous, but sporting a huge erection.

  This was it. I was going to see my wife pleasuring another man. I pushed the jealousy to the back of my mind and embraced those dirty, primal feelings of lust. Amy dropped to her knees following the line of Mistresses finger.

  “Let’s see what you can do Amy.” Mistress smirked to herself for some reason, but it wasn’t derogatory. She seemed to be as caught up in the excitement as I was.

  Amy took number 3’s long thick shaft in her hand and began to work her hand up and down a little hesitantly at first.

  “Number 2. “Boomed Mistress “Is Amy doing a good job?”

  “Yes Mistress” I replied, “but I think it would look better in her mouth.” I replied in a voice that was bolder than I felt. My god, where did that come from? I watched hesitantly, an agonising thrill raging within.

  “You heard Slave Amy. It would be a shame to disappoint wouldn’t it.” Mistress said in a playful tone.

  Amy began licking the tip of the slave’s shaft and teasing it with her tongue. Number 3 was shaking even harder than before and his cock seemed to be rejoicing.

  I watched as she slowly wrapped her lips around his 9-inch cock and began to suck. As she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, she looked at Mistress for approval.

  “That’s very good slut, keep going” soothed Mistress in that sweet sugar coated voice.

  Oh, my cock was so hard. I badly wanted to unzip my shorts and start to masturbate but I dare not. To watch my wife sucking off someone with a bigger member than mine whilst I played, was a kinky thought that fuelled my submissive desires.

  Then Mistress said, “His cock’s quite a bit bigger than yours number 2 isn’t it”

  My face burnt with shame, whilst my cock responded even harder. I felt like I was going to cum in my pants there and then and had to distract myself by thinking about what tools I needed in the garage. I did not understand why being humiliated turned me on, all I knew was that it did and Mistresses words inspired more blood into my nether region than before.

  Slave number 3’s tool was certainly getting a good seeing too. Amy sucked and stroked and made his cock throb. I wished I could take her from behind whilst she sucked him off, that would-be heaven. Then I could feel her whilst watching that amazing spectacle of licentious filth.

  All the while Athena stalked up and down in her stiletto boots in a grand and theatrical manner.

  “Make him come on your beautiful breasts slave.” Said Mistress almost as if it was a suggestion. We all knew it was an order though, there was no doubt about that.

  My wife gripped his cock hard and started to milk it for all it was worth, slurping on his engorged end at the same time. He was shuddering and breathing heavily and started to groan. Then he cried out, pulled his cock out of her mouth and spilled his seed all over her breasts. She didn’t attempt to wipe it away and I stared as it dribbled down those huge heaving tits. Fuck me this was hot. I think once this was all over I’d suggest we try some swinging…without the sex obviously.

  Then I heard Mistress say “Which did you prefer slut? Cock or pussy?”

  Without hesitation, my wife said, “His was very nice Mistress but I prefer yours.”

  Wow that was a horny thought! My wife really did have a secret bi-side. Later I would ask her about it. Perhaps she would get women over to the house and let me watch as they played and rolled around together. Their long hair would spread out, their breasts would squeeze together and I’d watch them like a teenage boy full of lusty thoughts.

  The thought of that was hugely erotic and I knew that if Mistress didn’t let me come today I would be having yet another private masturbation session that night in bed! I was becoming a bit rebellious and very much enjoying this new side to myself! The expression like a child in a candy shop had never been more appropriate!

  Amy

  I thought I’d be terrified by this afternoon’s activities but everything felt natural. Perhaps I am a natural harlot at heart, normally I just repress those feelings. Whilst I was going down on Mistress and number 3, I looked over towards my husband and I could see his cock was straining through his pants. I could see that being here was a huge aphrodisiac for both of us and I knew that I’d either be in Hugh’s bed tonight or we’d both end up having a naughty secret play. Everything was just so intense. It was like being in a bubble where all you can think of is sex and everything is sexually charged and on fire!

  I think I enjoyed licking Mistress the most. She smelt so good – her perfume smelled of summer time and took my thoughts away to a deserted beach where I lay naked. I envisaged Mistress rubbing oil into my body. I dreamed of peeling down her bikini bottoms and sliding my hand between her soft golden thighs and hearing her moans as I pleasured her.

  Hugh seemed to enjoy watching it too and I felt that this may become part of our lives soon. Perhaps even over time I might let another female pleasure him orally too. I’d have to work up to that though. The thought of it made me feel spikes of jealousy. One step at a time.

  When I got to my room later that day, I plugged my phone into charge and spotted a text message from Hugh. It read:

  “Fuck that was so hot! I nearly came in my pants. Question, feel free to say no, but after all this is over, can we try swinging? Just on the terms we agreed?”

  I replied smiling “Yes. But first, get your naughty arse here. I’ve raided Mistresses toy box and I have something waiting for you.”

  Hugh

  An SMS followed that completely blew my mind. It was a photo of Amy completely nude except for sheer black stockings which reached up to her creamy thighs and clipped onto a black satin suspender belt.

  That alone was enough to drive me wild! What really killed me though, was the fact that she also wore a black leather harness, belted at the hips. At the centre of the harness a generously sided dong was attached. Amy held the dong in her free hand in the selfie.

  She als
o wore a smile and it was the most mischievous twinkling smile I had ever seen upon her stunning face. I practically dropped my phone as I ran out of the door ready to explore pastures new. I was beginning to enjoy this kinky new lifestyle.

  Lady Athena

  Most of the guests had left this morning. Whilst I got along well with many of them, I did enjoy it when they left as I got to have some much needed me time and relax. I didn’t have to think about training and demonstrations. I could simply sit and read a good book. Sometimes I liked to go riding. There was nothing like the feeling of being on horse-back, galloping across the land, hearing the beating of the horse’s hooves against the dirt and feeling the wind rush through my hair.

  It was exhilarating and gave me such a sense of freedom. I might go riding tomorrow. I missed my horse Chestnut. He was well cared for at the stables, but I enjoyed brushing his long silky mane and feeding him apples and talking to him.

  The countryside here was beautiful and sometimes it was nice to escape the dark dungeon and get back to nature.

  I pondered what to do with the rest of my day. There was a magazine that wanted me to write a column about my work as a Domme and I pondered the idea of writing a few samples. I think I needed to recharge first and have a day just relaxing.

  I felt restless and just couldn’t decide where to start. It was chilly and I loaded a couple of logs from a wicker basket into the fireplace and set about lighting it. It would take a while but would be worth it. I didn’t bother to call Maid to help. Sometimes I enjoyed doing these things on my own and it became a little cumbersome having somebody try and do every little thing for you. I liked having my independence. Sometimes I would have to put on a show and ask a Slave to pass something that was right next to me, when I just wanted to impatiently grab it myself! I found other people’s slow mannerisms so frustrating.

  I cast my attention back to the fire. The logs were beginning to smoke slightly and an orange glow crept up between the kindling. I sat on the soft sheepskin rug before the fireplace and wriggled my toes into the soft wool. I glanced up towards the window. They were large bay windows wall to wall and allowed in plenty of light. They gave me a good view of the countryside which spilled out for miles before me.

  A little black bird was hopping along the branch of the tree which crept along the window edge. It sang happily and I wondered what it would be like to sing and soar off into the sky. I smiled to myself. I wasn’t one to run away, to Thailand or anywhere else. Perhaps I should do. An impulsive thought hit me like a bolt. Perhaps I should book a flight, go somewhere, anywhere. Why not?

  A knock at my study door interrupted my thoughts and I snapped back to reality.

  “Yes?” I called a little irritably.

  What the hell did Maid think he was doing interrupting me like this. He knew I liked my solitude after the guests had left!

  The door opened and Maid popped his head round a little sheepishly. He had an impish grin on his face.

  “Special delivery Mistress” he called in a sing song voice.

  Maid beamed as if thoroughly pleased with himself. Then another figure stepped into the frame and I couldn’t believe my eyes. We hadn’t spoken since that rather awkward and stilted conversation on the phone. I blinked but it was her. Zora stood in the doorway, a soft smile on her face.

  I stood and walked briskly toward her. I considered her shiny eyes which welled up with tears and then I flung my arms around her and pressed her to me, sinking my head into the crook of her shoulder and breathing in the scent of her hair.

  “Errr, I’ll give you some privacy” I heard Maid stutter and I heard the door closing.

  With her in my arms it was like no time had passed.

  Tomorrow, I would look online for some flights and book a holiday, but first I had something far more pressing to deal with. I pulled down the zipper of Zora knee length black tunic and slid my hand down towards her buttocks. I’m not saying that I was prepared to pick up where things left off, but it was definitely time for some well overdue make up sex!