My Husband, My Slave--Part 3 - Sex Stories

My Husband, My Slave--Part 3

... piece of equipment.” “Once again, Clark you should have thought about that before coming here and trying to use it against me. You’ll never learn.” I dropped the recorder into the vase, causing a small splash. I’d accidentally dropped my phone into the sink last year. Submersion for only a few seconds had destroyed it. I pulled it out and handed it to John. “Smash it with your hammer just to be sure, John. I’ll remove Clark from prison while you’re in the basement.” “You’re going to release me?” “Of course, but you knew the penalty for fucking with me before you came here tonight.” “NO! PLEASE, ANYTHING.” He was still pleading when John returned with the useless pile of plastic and wires in a plastic Wal-Mart bag. “Send the email John while I throw out the trash.” I pulled up Clark’s underwear and pants, buckling his belt. I was just about to release him when John returned. His nod told me that, once again, he had followed my orders to the letter. He unlocked the cuffs and sent Clark on his way. Everyone important to him including his wife and mother had already received the video. Tomorrow I’d begin my search for a cuckolding replacement. I found him even sooner than I could have imagined. John was cleaning the bathrooms Saturday morning when I drove to the supermarket for food and other staples. I stopped on the way for gas. It was a fortunate decision. I had just exited my car when I spied an attractive young man at the pump ahead of me. His tight jeans had a decided ...

... bulge. I decided to take a chance. “Hello.” “Um…hi.” “I’m Sophie.” “Daniel,” was his response, but he was clearly confused. “May I take a few minutes to ask you some questions? I promise to make it worth your while.” “Okay…I suppose.” “Thank you. Do you live around here?” “Temporarily…over at the Holiday Inn; I’m working on the new railroad bridge. I’m a civil engineer for the construction company.” “How interesting! May I ask if you find me attractive?” “Yeah, I do—classy, too. Mind if I ask what’s going on?” “I’ll gladly tell you in another minute. Are you …well endowed?” “That’s kind of personal. I’ve never measured, but I’ve never had any complaints either.” I laughed. “Good enough; ever had any STD’s?” “No, and I’ve just been tested thanks to a cheating ex-girlfriend.” “Great—final question—how’d you like to fuck me?” “Excuse me, but I see your rings—you’re a married woman. What would your husband say if he knew you were cheating?” “I’d never cheat on my husband. Know what a cuckold is?” “I’ve heard the word, but I’m not sure exactly what it means.” “Essentially, it means that John—that’s my husband—will know all about it. He’ll be present and he’ll wait on us before and after. I’ll also have him clean me once we’re done—suck all your semen from my puss--and I’d like if he could clean you, too. You may fuck me as many times as you like, but no rough stuff and—I’m sorry—but you can’t spend the night.” “Why does he allow this?” “Let’s just say that we have a female dominant ...