by Alex Tempera
Jessica gracefully kneeled in front of Sydney. “Yes, Lady. How may I serve you?”
Sydney spread her legs and moved to the edge of the sofa. “Taste me, inside and out,” she commanded.
Jessica leaned forward and slowly used his tongue, flicking Sydney’s clit and sucking her long and hard. Sydney ran her hands over Jessica’s long blonde hair, and pulled her head closer to her body. Jessica inserted his tongue inside her opening, fucking her hard with his tongue. As he fucked her and inserted his tongue inside her, he sucked hard, expanding her clit. He brought her to the edge of climax where she was just about to explode. Sydney slowly pushed his head away.
Jessica looked up at Sydney then quickly diverted his eyes to the floor. He placed his hands behind his back. “I apologize, Lady.”
“You did nothing wrong,” Sydney kissed his forehead. “Eyes up.”
Jessica looked up at Sydney, tears streaming down his face. “Lady?”
“I want you to do something else. I should’ve commanded you rather than push you away. I apologize. Do you have a condom and lubrication?”
“Yes, Lady, in my purse,” he pointed to his clutch purse on the stand by the door.
“Go retrieve them,” she commanded, her eyes shifted to Paxton, who was still rubbing his long, hard cock. She was about to do something she never did before, and she needed to do it, to see Paxton’s reaction. She would do anything for him.
Jessica returned with the condom and a small travel-size tube of lubrication. He stood up and extended his hand to Sydney. “Lady, here are the condom and lubrication.”
Sydney stood up. “Have you ever had your ass fucked before?”
“Yes, Lady,” he whispered.
“Male or female?”
“Male, only, Lady.”
“But not a female?”
“I have never been pegged before, but would welcome it, Lady,” he admitted.
“Have you ever fucked anyone in the ass before?”
“Yes, Lady, I have.”
“I want you to fuck me in my ass. Do you have any issue with that?”
“If that is what will please you, I will gladly do it, Lady.”
Sydney looked into his eyes. “Cover yourself with the condom and lubrication, and enter my ass,” she commanded. She walked over to the edge of the sofa, and bent over the arm, exposing her asshole to Paxton.
“Permission to remove my shoes, Lady?” Jessica asked.
“Granted,” she braced herself, anxiously waiting to be entered in her virgin ass.
Jessica kicked off his shoes and was about to put the condom on his shaft, when Paxton stood up quickly. “Yellow!” he called.
Sydney stood up and looked at Jessica and then Paxton. “Yellow? I thought you were just watching.”
Paxton abruptly walked over to Sydney. “Your ass is a virgin.”
“Yes, but I want it in my ass. You said this was my anniversary present. You watch and I get fucked, right? You don’t want to fuck me on our anniversary anymore so you bring someone in here to do it for you. Right?” she crossed her arms.
Paxton looked at Jessica and then Sydney. “I want that asshole. It’s fucking mine to take. You owe that much to me. We are fucking married.”
“And what about Jessica? He also needs that relieved,” Sydney said, though she truly desired Paxton’s entry.
Paxton looked at Jessica. “You sit in my chair, drape your legs over the side and hold on to your cock, rubbing it slowly as you watch me fuck my wife. You will be taken care of, but do not come yet, Jessica.”
He looked at Sydney for approval. “Lady? You’re my Lady.”
“Do what he said and I promise, that will be relieved for you,” Sydney said.
“Yes, Lady,” he walked over to Paxton’s chair, draped his legs over the sides of the chair, and held on to his hard cock. His eyes focused on Paxton and Sydney.
“PJ?” she whispered.
“You’re my wife. That is my ass to take, if it’s ever to be taken.”
“You’re not my boss,” she whispered. “But, please, fuck me.” She bent herself over the arm of the sofa.
Paxton grabbed the tube of lubricant and covered his bare cock. He stood behind Sydney and inserted one finger, slowly loosening her muscles of her asshole. He kneeled behind her and kissed each of her ass cheeks. He ran his finger down her crack and followed it with his tongue. He inserted his tongue in her ass and slowly tongue fucked her. He used his index finger and thumb, reaching under her and pinched her clit, until her body started to shake. He stood up and positioned the head of his cock at her opening, slowly he entered her body, as she enveloped him. He filled her as he slowly pushed in and then pulled out just to the tip of his cock. Paxton continued to fuck her ass, as he plunged his three fingers inside her pussy opening. He fucked her with his cock and his fingers, filling her up, making her release her juices. He pulled out his fingers and sped up his ass fucking, making him release himself inside her ass.
As soon as he pulled out, he motioned to Jessica, “On your knees and suck,” he commanded.
Jessica watched as Sydney stood up and nodded. He kneeled instantly and sucked Paxton’s cock, and inhaled the remnants of Paxton’s release.
Paxton pulled Sydney toward him and kissed her passionately on her mouth, plunging his tongue down her throat and then gazed in her eyes. “Let Jessica fuck your sex, but your ass is always mine,” he touched her face.
Sydney nodded and then lay on the sofa, spreading her legs.
“On your feet, Jessica. Hike up your skirt, put on that condom and fuck my wife,” Paxton ordered.
Jessica rose to his feet, and pulled up his skirt. He walked over to Sydney on the sofa, when she stood up. “Lady?”
“Sit,” she pointed to the sofa.
Jessica sat on the sofa and waited for his instructions.
Sydney looked at Paxton. “We need to talk,” she whispered.
“Later,” he kissed her forehead, and then sat next to Jessica on the sofa.
Sydney straddled Jessica’s lap, impaling herself on his cock. Jessica threw his head back as the tightness and contracting of her insides squeezed him erotically. She rose and lowered herself, contracting her muscles intentionally, so she could grab and squeeze every inch of his cock inside her. She continued thrusting her body up and down, not noticing how Paxton was jerking his own cock, watching her. She continued to fuck Jessica, running her fingers over the cloth that covered his hard nipples. She found her mind running wild with thoughts that would please Paxton, but she had to focus. Yes, bringing Jessica into her life could change something. It did. She finally had an orgasm, multiple orgasms that had nothing to do with her vibrator. She looked down at Jessica. “Come now, Jessica,” she whispered.
She felt the warmth of Jessica’s release, inside the condom, inside her body. She clenched and tightened to give Jessica a better release. She slowly lifted her body off Jessica. “You may use the washroom to freshen up,” she whispered.
“Thank you, Lady,” he slowly stood up, grabbed his clutch purse and headed to the washroom.
Sydney was about to put on her robe when Paxton grabbed her arm. He pulled her on top of his lap, impaling his now hard cock inside her sex. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
“But,” she stopped, there should never be a but when Paxton asked her to fuck him. She slowly raised herself, clenching his cock inside her, releasing and moving up. Slowly she fucked him, until he came again. She pressed her mouth, inserting her tongue, and dancing with his. “We do need to talk,” she whispered.
“Later,” he fingered her bare nipples and squeeze them hard. “I think we need to talk to Jessica first.”
Sydney climbed off his lap and grabbed her robe, as Jessica walked back into the room. “Jessica, do you have to leave right away?”
“Uh,” his eyes looked at the clock and then back to Sydney.
“If you have to go, that’s fine,” she sighed.
“No, Lady, I can s
tay. Did you need me to please you more? I can do that.”
“No, that’s fine. I thought we could talk. You know, over coffee or whiskey or something.”
“May I change?”
“Of course,” Paxton said. “Your bag is in my car. Feel free to change and meet us in the living room down the hall.”
“Thank you,” Jessica grabbed his shoes and headed out of the parlor.
Three
Sydney, dressed in her designer yoga pants and a white tee shirt, walked into the living room where Paxton and John Remington were waiting for her. Paxton was dressed in his black polo shirt and black jeans, where John was wearing Dockers and a red tee shirt. “John?” she raised her eyebrow. “You’re Jessica?”
John stood up. “Yes, I hope this doesn’t change anything. Ma’am, I don’t want to lose my job because of this.”
Sydney smiled and pointed to the sofa. “Sit back down,” she sat on the love seat across from the two men on the sofa. “John, this will not interfere with you being my law clerk at the courthouse. I promise that. We won’t discuss this there at all. We will maintain our professionalism. And we’ve always been friends. I’m just surprised because I didn’t know. I’m sorry I didn’t know. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Oh, thank you, Ma’am,” he sighed heavily with relief. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Ma’am, but no one really knows. Well most don’t.”
“In my home, you don’t need to call me Ma’am or your honor. I just want you to call me Sydney. Can you do that?”
“I don’t think so,” he sighed. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, I cannot.”
“All right. Ma’am is fine, when we’re personal. John, thank you for playing with me, us. I have to admit I have never done that before and I’m sorry that we broke whatever protocol when Paxton entered the scene.”
“No, Ma’am, it’s fine. I didn’t mind. I just wasn’t sure if I was supposed to obey him, too, that’s why I always looked to you. You were the one that was my designated dominant.”
“You did fine. We weren’t so good,” Paxton said. “To be honest, we didn’t plan this. When I asked you to come and play, I was thinking it was just for my wife.”
“I understand,” he sighed. “No one knows about me. I mean, I’m John to the world, but when I go to Club Valkyrie, I’m always Jessica.”
“Would you consider playing with us more?” Sydney asked.
“Yes, Ma’am, I would like that. Are you asking me to be your sub?”
“One of them, yes,” Paxton intercepted. “I say one of them because we are trying to find the perfect subs for each other. Tonight, was not about finding a sub but celebrating our anniversary. There is something, and I know I said it to you before, but it is of the utmost privacy.”
“Yes, Sir. You two are married so no one knows that you’re gay.”
“Right,” he looked at Sydney and back at John. “Thank you for playing with both of us. I’m sorry that I got involved.”
“I understand,” John looked at Sydney. “Ma’am, are you all right?”
“Yes, why?” She focused on John. “I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
Magda knocked on the open door. “Missus Carlton, I have the coffee. May I bring it in and serve?”
“Yes,” Sydney nodded to Magda. “Then you can clean the parlor and the attached washroom. After that, you’re dismissed for the evening.”
“Yes, Missus Carlton.” Magda set the tray on the table and then poured each of them a cup of coffee. She promptly left the room and closed the door.
Sydney placed her cup against her lips and gently blew on the black liquid. “There’s cream and sugar,” she pointed.
“Oh, thank you,” Jon sighed.
“Can I ask you a few questions?” Sydney asked.
“Oh, sure, Ma’am,” John stirred a teaspoon of sugar in his coffee and followed up with a splash of cream.
“How does dressing up, make you feel inside? I mean, what do you feel when you’re Jessica?”
“Dressing makes me feel very submissive. It puts me in my zone for being a better sub,” John explained.
“John, if I remember you used to be married. Did you wife know about your crossdressing?”
“I was married for 20 years, my ex knew I liked to dress, but she never embraced it or the lifestyle. I’m recently divorced, and find it hard to find a woman that likes or supports crossdressing. I was very casually involved with both a man and a woman, but they didn’t know about me being Jessica. They do know about each other, though. It was more casual than anything right now. But I hope one day to find that man or woman that accepts me for who I am. I thank you for taking me as your submissive.”
Sydney sipped her coffee. “Do you always dress up when you’re submissive?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “I have never tried being John and a submissive.”
“I was tentative about removing your dress when you were a submissive. I didn’t know if that was part of it.”
“It is, but the next time, if it pleases you, I could wear lingerie under it, so you could remove my dress and I would still feel feminine. Feeling feminine helps me enter my submissive mind, and be able to give myself to someone completely.”
“That would be fine. You look wonderfully sexy as a blonde. Do you ever wear any other color wigs?”
“I have two others, an auburn wig, and a jet black wig. Both are long, but the black one, I keep braided.”
“Hmm, would you like to return to be our sub, when we do our tests?” Paxton leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees.
“I’d like that.”
“How about Friday night? Be here at eight. You can arrive as John, if you wish and then change. We will have a real playroom by then,” Sydney asked.
“I’d like that,” John stood up. “Permission to leave. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow at six.”
“Make it seven,” Sydney smiled. “I have a light docket tomorrow. You may go, John.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am,” he grabbed his bag that was by his feet on the floor and headed out the door, closing it behind him.
Sydney looked at Paxton. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning,” she stood up and walked out of the room, heading straight upstairs to her room.
Paxton stared down at the floor and then quickly rose to his feet. He hurried out of the living room and up the stairs. He stared at her closed door and was about to head to his own, when he shook his head. He knocked as he opened the door. “Syd?” he whispered in the dark.
The wind slightly blew the curtain and he got a glimpse of moonlight from the open balcony door. He walked in her room, standing in front of the door and smiled. “Syd?” he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her naked body.
“You really think you can find me the perfect sub?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he kissed her neck lightly.
“You think I can find you the perfect sub?”
“Yes,” he kissed her neck again.
“I know we have this deal, uh, agreement. Sex three times a year, but tonight something happened.” She turned toward him, pressing her body against his chest.
“You’re right,” he kissed her cheek. “I fucked you and I really liked it. I want to do it again.”
“But you’re gay.”
“I’m not just gay, my darling. You know that. Just gay men don’t fuck their wives three times a year. I like ass more than anything else. Hell, baby, put on a strap on and I’ll suck your cock. Hell, I’d even let you fuck me.”
“You would?” she kissed his mouth. “PJ, seriously.”
“We promised we would be married forever. No matter what. You’re my best friend in the whole fucking world. I want us to do more than we have in the past 10 years. I’ve fucked so many guys and all I get out of it is a soft cock. Now, when I was with you, with the sub, I got off on your ass, baby. Not his cock, your ass. And I kept getting hard, repeatedly. This is what I want for both of us.
To not just sleep with anyone, but to find those who satisfy us. And, hell, baby, I’ll play with you more. We can all play together, or separate. But, if it’s separate, we should do one thing.”
“Anything,” Sydney ran her hands down to his hard cock and released it from his jeans. She placed it between her legs as she pressed her body close to him.
“If I’m playing with whatever sub you choose for me, you must watch, and if you play with whatever sub I choose for you, I must watch.”
“And what do I do when I watch?”
“Whatever you wish. If you want to use your Magic Wand or your dildo, do it. If you want to use your fingers, do it. I want to see you masturbate as I play and I will do the same as I watch.”
“Agreed,” she kneeled and placed her mouth over his cock, and sucked it.
He pulled her to her feet as she released his cock from her mouth. “I want your ass again.”
She followed him into the bedroom and gazed into his eyes. “On my knees?”
“On your back, baby. Where’s your dildo?”
“In the draw.” She reached in and grabbed the 7-inch pink dildo and the lubrication. She lay on the bed and watched as he stripped himself of his clothes.
He covered his cock with the lubricant and kneeled on the bed. He pulled her legs apart and set them on his shoulders. He slowly inserted his cock into her asshole, and slowly fucked her. He grabbed the pink dildo off the bed and turned it on, as he continued to fuck her. He pressed the tip of the vibrating shaft against her clit. He pressed harder, and she wriggled with excitement as her clit expanded and vibrated.
He continued to fuck her ass and then inserted the vibrator inside her pussy opening, slowly allowing her to be completely filled. He fucked her until he released himself in her ass, and he slowly pulled out, letting it drizzle on her sex. He pulled out the vibrator, and her juices from her orgasm poured out of her body. He clamped his mouth down on her pussy, bit down, and then sucked his release and her release into his mouth. He breathed hard in her pussy as she screamed and moaned. He gazed up at his wife, her eyes focused on him and he slowly moved his body up on top of her, pressing his teeth into the flesh of her breasts. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he breathed. “If you want me to stop, say it.”
