“Please can I have these off now Becky?”
“Can you see anything?” She demands, ignoring my question.
I shake my head. Then I hear her heels scrape the tiles. Once, twice.
I can hear my own breathing. Too loud, too deep.
“Open your mouth again Stuart.”
I obey without question.
“Wider!”
I hear her breathing closer, and then feel a hand at the back of my head. Warm fabric brushes my lips then my teeth and gums. A musky aroma. My gag reflex automatically tries to resist whatever’s being forced into my mouth before I recognize the aroma. Then I relax and submit. Becky’s panties, still at body temperature. I groan at the realization, forgetting myself in something approaching ecstasy
There’s little moisture remaining inside my mouth for her panties to absorb and the fabric remains dry against the inside of my cheeks, tongue and teeth
“Down on all fours.” Her voice says flatly. I let out a muffled groan as I lower my forearms to the floor and any support for the weights torturing my nipples is removed. I try to adjust my position downwards so that I can rest the weight of the oval stones on the tiles and ease the pain.
A sudden, sharp swishing noise. Then before I recognize the sound - an incredible burning pain across my ass. I shriek into Becky’s underwear, the weights on my nipples leaping like a pair of crazed dancers. The crop tears through the air again. Even before I can brace myself the nylon stem and leather slapper at its end lash my hip. Then as I’m still trying to react to the previous blow she does it again.
Just when I’m on the verge of panic – she ceases. Leaving me slumped face down on her tiles.
“Up!” she commands. I raise my head then feel her hands at one of my nipple clamps. A slight jerk, then the pull of the weight is no more.
“Now this could hurt a little Stuart. Better take a deep breath.” Suddenly I’m shrieking into the panties in my mouth as she releases my nipple from the merciless grip of the clamp. The pain only starts to ease as I realize her long fingers are gently massaging some relief and feeling into the teat. I groan with each breath I take.
She repeats the process on my other nipple until I kneel, shuddering and crying into her underwear. My hands trying to soothe my teats.
“In a moment we’ll go and see what’s happening in the bedroom.”
The ‘bedroom?’ My God I’d almost forgotten my wife has been alone with her husband all this time.
“These need to go back on first. I read that they shouldn’t be left on for too long at once without changing their position.”
I try to beg her not to, to plead that my nipples are too sore, but the words I yell into the dry fabric stuffing my mouth are unrecognizable.
“You want me to push you harder don’t you Stuart?” Her breath is in my face. My face is slapped. My head rocks back. My bulging mouth whimpers.
“Do as you’re told!” she whispers viciously. Then I feel her plumping up each of my nipples in turn. Then my own voice startles me, yelling into my gag as the famished ends of the clamps lock back onto the red raw tips of my flesh.
If I were alone with this level of pain I know I would be weeping uncontrollably. Even having underwear in my mouth which Becky has only just peeled off can’t totally overcome it.
I feel the back of my hair gripped.
“Come on” her heels scrape and then click on the floor as I attempt to scamper along with her on all fours. I hear the door being opened then Dominic’s voice.
“Just about to start” he’s saying. Becky’s hand still grips my hair, making my eyes water. I have one of my hands up trying to adjust a nipple clamp. At least she didn’t put the weights on this time.
“You didn’t tell me how forceful he could be Becky.” That’s my wife’s voice I hear and she’s laughing. I feel the cool silk of Becky’s red gown against one side of my face.
Then fingers are at the mask and I’m grimacing at the sudden light of the twin bedside lamps.
It takes my eyes a moment or two to adjust.
We’re a few feet away from the foot of Becky and Dominic’s king-sized bed. Close to one of the corners of it. My wife is on her back stripped down to her white lace underwear. Her bra is pulled up over her tits and her nipples have stiffened. Her knees are raised. Dominic is naked and stands the other side of Becky. He moves around to face his wife. The most enormous erection I’ve ever seen towers up his belly about two feet from me, above my head. Frighteningly thick and veiny with his balls tight and swollen under the angry-looking alien.
“Are you ready for this Lynne?” Becky releases my hair and takes her husband’s cock into one of her tiny hands. Her other hand caresses his tight balls. Dominic lets out a low moan then smiles at his wife and strokes her chin.
“Go get her big boy” Becky lifts her head and Dominic lowers his shoulders to kiss her on the lips.
I watch his tight, surprisingly small ass as he stands at the foot of the bed right between my wife’s legs. She looks so much smaller than him. I hear my wife moan. Dominic’s arms move forward down towards Lynne’s panties and there’s a tearing sound following by a squeal from my wife.
“Hey! They’re new ones!” Now she sounds a little nervous.
Dominic takes his erection in a fist and climbs up onto the bed. Lynne bucks her hips in an effort to aid his entrance.
Then with a grunt, this giant in front of me surges forward towards my wife. His ass muscles tighten as he directs himself into her.
This is really it. My wife is being taken by another man.
“Oh my God Becky, he’s so fucking big!” My wife who never swears - swears.
Becky’s hand is in the hair on the back of my head again, this time tightening its grip. Dominic glides smoothly and easily up and then back out of my wife’s entrance. Even though below his ass cheeks his balls are swinging and slapping my wife’s inner thighs, it seems little effort for him.
Underneath Dominic though Lynne is writhing and sounds more frantic than I’ve ever heard her. She pushes the pale flesh of her hips forward to meet his every thrust. She hooks her legs and her bare feet with their painted nails around his powerful back. Her arms claw at him, as if desperately trying to pull him further into and deeply up her.
Becky pulls me forward with her as she marches towards the top of the bed. My wife’s head is out of my sight now but as I turn to look I can see the strain starting to show on Dominic’s tanned face. He’s rising then crashing back down, slapping himself violently into my wife.
Becky releases my hair and keeping her dressing gown close to her, climbs up onto the bed facing her husband. I kneel up to get a better view. As if mounting a motorbike, Becky swings one leg around so that she’s astride my wife’s chest with her back to Lynne’s head. Becky’s red dressing gown still covers her hips and ass. Lynne lets out an additional groan as Becky lands on her. At first I think it’s due to the weight but then I’m not sure.
Lynne’s arms rise up as if in prayer and then she wraps them around the top of each of Becky’s thighs, moving the gown out of the way to expose her friend’s wonderful bare flesh.
If it were me making love to my wife I’d have long-since cum and finished, but Dominic continues to relentlessly rake out then pump himself back into my wife’s body. Becky smiles at her husband and begins to inch her hips backwards, moving herself up Lynne’s chest towards her throat. My wife’s arms move like apparitions caressing Becky’s bare thighs, pulling them back, higher up her body.
“Sit on my face Beck!” her voice is hoarse and I become aware of my own erection pushing frantically against the cage around my cock. For a split second I look down at my nipple clamps and think about unclipping them. Surely no-one would notice? But I don’t want to let Becky down, so I grit my teeth and leave them in place.
When I look back up, Becky’s eyes are closed, the hem of her dressing gown raised above her hips and that wonderful bare rear is resting squarely over L
ynne’s face, completely obscuring my wife’s head. Lynne’s knuckles are white on Becky’s hips and her back arches into the mattress under Becky as she pulls at her friend’s hips, tugging her down onto her face.
Dominic’s thrusts are now perfectly in synch with the rising and falling of his beautiful wife - my dominatrix, onto my wife’s lapping, licking upturned face.
“I think I’m gonna cum! Dominic shouts and Becky leans forward, her dressing gown gaping open to reveal the majesty of her huge tits, still inside their black lace bra. Then leaning together across my wife’s writhing body; Becky and her husband kiss.
Led By Her 6
Submissive Husband Domestic Discipline & Cuckolding Vacation
By Tinto Selvaggio
Chapter One
“Stuart can fetch the cases from the trunk while Dominic opens up the villa.” Becky’s voice is quiet but firm from the front seat of the car as we pull up. Here in the back next to my wife, I peer out beyond the driveway and gardens into the darkening night sky. Becky’s instructions have just confirmed what I feared: This will be no ordinary vacation.
Dominic turns off the engine of the rented BMW and reaches a muscular arm across the center console towards his wife. The realization hits me again; this man’s arms, hands and his fingers have held and explored not only Becky, but my wife as well.
“Come on Lynne, I’ll show you the pool.” Becky checks her inky black hair in the mirror above her seat. Her piercing blue-gray eyes move around the mirror and find my wife’s reflection. How I long for those eyes to look for and acknowledge me- but they don’t.
“See you inside in a while.” Lynne grins excitedly at me and kisses my cheek before reaching for the door handle. If she’s feeling any nervousness about what might be instore for us while we’re here; she’s certainly not showing it.
I follow her out of the car into the heat, anxious to try and steal a glimpse of Becky’s ball-shaped ass and those long legs of hers in her tight denim shorts
“Come on man, let’s get on with it, I want to grab a beer and get into the pool too.” Dominic is shouting over his shoulder as he takes the steps from the drive up to the villa two at a time. Pity he couldn’t have helped me “Get on with it” by carrying a couple of cases from the car himself.
By the time I’ve pulled the luggage out of the trunk and onto the driveway everyone else has disappeared. The girl’s laughter rings out from somewhere up above as I start to haul our battered old case up the steps.
Reaching the top, I pause to catch my breath and look across to my left and the pool. A shimmering oval of turquoise illuminated by a ring of underwater lights. I can just about make out Lynne and Becky sitting beyond the pool talking quietly on a couple of sun-loungers. Further away in the distance is a panoramic arc of lights from the town and coastline we drove through on the way here.
“The views are absolutely stunning in the daylight” says Dominic suddenly towering over me. “Mountains to the right and open sea that way,” a thick finger points. “The views are one of the reasons I had to buy the place.” He beckons me towards the villa and I pick up our case to follow.
“The bedroom’s are all on the ground floor so they open right out onto the pool. Kitchen and living room upstairs,“ he says leading me inside. “Your room’s first on the left down there.” Dominic nods his head down the long windowless hallway with its white floor tiles. “Our cases go in the Master bedroom which is there.” He points to a door on our right.
In front of me is a polished white stone staircase which Dominic disappears up without another word.
I leave our case in the hallway and make my way back down to the car for the rest of the luggage. Becky and Dominic have a case each, both a lot heavier than ours. They do have wheels though, which helps a little getting them to and from the steps if not with actually carrying them up.
Back inside the villa I wheel their suitcases to their room. Dominic must have switched on the aircon in here because it’s refreshingly cool. The room smells of pine and it’s huge. In front of me are wall-to-ceiling fitted mirrored wardrobes. To the right of the wardrobes is their enormous king-sized bed with its cream-colored silk duvet and what look luxuriously-thick pillows. Beyond the bed are the shuttered windows of their terrace. Facing the foot of their bed is an ornate, gold rimmed dressing table.
I look again at their bed, imagining Becky sleeping naked on it because of the heat. Dominic feasting himself on her. A shudder runs through me. Is this where my wife too may succumb?
On my left is the door to what I guess their en suite bathroom. I take one last look around their room, inhaling deeply as I do.
Down the corridor our room is a lot smaller than theirs, but it’s still a decent size. There’s a small bathroom right outside on the other side of the hall rather than an en suite. I try to check the view from our bedroom windows but the shutters are locked. At least we have a double bed. For some reason I was half expecting to find two singles in here.
I stroke my groin through my pants. It’s so good to be free of that chastity belt. The hot weather always makes Lynne horny and the thought of both girls parading around in their bikinis for the next few days has been blowing my mind since the holiday was arranged. Hopefully Lynne might fancy a quickie when she comes in.
“You should see the pool!” Lynne arrives breathless in our room just as I’m about to go outside to find her. “It’s fantastic and this room’s lovely too isn’t it?” Her blue eyes open out excitedly as she looks around, taking in the minimalist white décor. I study her figure in her white shorts. She looks even hotter since toning up on that work-out program she started.
“Can I borrow your husband?” Becky’s voice startles me. “I could do with some help; I’m so hot and sticky from the journey.” Long, slender fingers pull at the front of her white blouse and she lowers her head to blow down her chest inside. My cock throbs at the sight of her.
“We’ll have our ‘midnight dip’ shall we?” She looks at my wife and Lynne smiles at her, nodding her head enthusiastically. “I’ll see you outside Lynne when you’ve changed. Maybe Stuart can unpack your things after he’s done mine.” Becky smiles from one corner of her lips then crooks a neatly manicured index finger at me.
Shit, I’ve got to unpack for them as well? As if I haven’t had to put up with enough on the journey here. Sitting seven rows back from everyone else on the plane because apparently “We couldn’t get four seats together.” Fending off awkward questions about my travel arrangements from that nosey couple who were sitting next to me.
“Come on Stuart,” Becky turns and my eyes as if hypnotised, drop to the tight skin of denim coating and holding the swaying twin orbs of her backside. All desire for freedom or to be treated equally floods from me. Barefoot, Becky’s pretty little feet pitter-patter almost musically along the cool tiles as she leads the way back down the corridor to her bedroom.
“Put the cases on the bed” she says flatly and turns on the light in the en-suite. She tosses me the keys for the cases. My hands are trembling at being alone with her and I fumble with the padlock on one of the cases.
“Familiar territory this isn’t it Stuart; you and I with a padlock and key?” Her aristocratic nose crinkles at her own joke and I feel my face flush. She turns this way then that in the full length mirror, studying the swollen curves of her ‘S-shaped’ figure. Seemingly satisfied with what she’s observed she pushes me out of the way and throws open one of the unlocked cases on her bed.
“Dresses, skirts, tops, shirts and trousers to be hung in the wardrobe. Mine on the left, Dom’s on the right.” An elegant finger with cherry red nail polish points at the mirrored doors.
“Underwear, swimming costumes, leggings, Dominic’s socks etc in the drawers over there.” She directs my eyes to the drawers below the dressing table. “Bikinis and Leggings in the top drawer, bras the second drawer and my panties in the third. “ She pauses, seizing eye contact as if daring me to respond before conti
nuing.“Dom’s things go in the bottom two drawers ...he won’t care what goes where”.
I know it’s pathetic but my chest has tightened since she mentioned her underwear to me. How can I let a woman affect me like this? I try not to fully-form the mental images that her words evoke.
She reaches across in front of me and pulls a large pink beach towel and a smaller peach one from the case. My eyes dart away from the back of her bare thighs before she straightens herself up.
“Skinny dipping – Yeay!” She calls down the corridor and leaves me alone in her bedroom.
I can’t believe Becky and my wife are already about to frolic naked outside just a few feet from where I stand. I creep across to the windows but here too the shutters are locked firmly in place. I need to get this unpacking finished fast so I can find a way to spy on them both. My heart is hammering away in my chest.
Hurriedly I begin to unpack Becky and her husband’s clothes. I try to stay focused on what she told me about where everything has to go. I force my thoughts away from what may be outside that window. My mind races with what could be in store for me over the next seven days. If Lynne knows what’s planned she wouldn’t tell me whenever I asked her before we came out here.
A moment or two later my whole mental focus evaporates. In unsteady hands I hold up a pair of Becky’s sheer panties. I look to the door of the en suite. Do I dare smuggle the tiny white trophy in there and have my way with them? I don’t know where Dominic is. He could come in here any minute. Reluctantly I put the panties into her designated drawer. It’s my thinking I need to get a grip on at the moment – nothing else. My feelings for this woman have grown so strong, so intense, it’s completely crazy.
A female voice shrieks outside and I hear someone plunge into the water. Becky is shouting, Lynne laughing.
My hands return inside the suitcase, picking out an assortment of her lacy panties, her bras with their huge cups and her tiny swimming costumes.
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