Tuesday Afternoons

I'm a respectable middle aged married woman, with two school-aged
children and a good husband; but I'm afraid I've taken a lover. He's
very strong, and overpowers me sexually and mentally, something I find
incredibly erotic, although I didn't realize I had this tendency
before I met Steve. He's taken me places erotically and emotionally
I've never even dreamed of before. The unbridled lust we share every
week, either in person, on the Internet, or on the phone, have been
the strongest, most intensely erotic encounters of my life.

We try to meet every Tuesday afternoon, but if for some reason he is
unable to, I usually receive an email that morning with my
instructions. The last time I was told to be waiting in bed at 3:00
with nothing on but some sexy black panties, a mirror, and a wooden
spoon by my side. You can imagine my anticipation.

The phone rang promptly at 3, as he told me if would. In a harsh
voice, he told me, "Have you obeyed me, my slut?"

"Yes," I said softly.

I was instructed to put the mirror by the side of the bed so I could
watch myself, and describe to him everything I'm about to do. I
complied and he said good girl.

He instructed me to part my legs, and pleasure myself, and I did. He
wanted me to keep my panties on, but move them slowly so the crotch
was exposing the lips of my sex. "Now take the panties off and smell
them, smell your own need, you slut." I did so, and my own scent
filled my nostrils, pungent and heavy.

"You need to cum, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"But first you are going to be punished."

I cringed.

"Take the wooden spoon, and lightly tap your open cunt for me four
times. But on the fifth time, I want you to hit yourself very hard."

I felt embarrassed, yet very turned on. I did exactly as he told me,
the first four taps were delicious, and enticing, but the last one
stung bitterly, yet the pain aroused me even more. I yelped, and he
said, "Good girl."

I was told to repeat this procedure again, three more times. Each time
the final hit was to be harder than before.

I did so, and it the last blows hurt unbearably, yet my cunt was on
fire with pain, pleasure, and the humiliation that it was all by my
own hand.

Then he told me to beg for my orgasm.

"Beg for it, slut, tell me how hot this makes you."

"Please, sir, let me cum." My cunt was drenched, on fire, and although
I was not permitted to touch myself without permission, I badly needed
release.

"Not yet. I want you to take the other end of the spoon and sodomize
yourself with it. Stick it way up inside your filthy ass, my whore."

I worked the spoon handle inside me. The
pleasure/pain/humiliation/submission was very heady, and only
increased my already considerable physical need.

"Talk dirty to me, slut." I heard his rustling of his clothes, and the
faint sound of the stroking of his cock that I loved so much. "Tell me
what it feels like to fuck your own ass with the spoon you just hit
your own cunt with, you filthy whore."

"Oh God, Steve, I've got it way up inside me, and my cunt is on fire.
I'm dying to touch myself," I said breathlessly.

"Beg me to let you cum."

"Oh please Steve, please let me cum."

"Not yet. I want you to spread yourself in front of the mirror, and
tell me exactly what you see." I heard his stroking quicken. We were
both breathless.

"I see my red pussy lips, very swollen and wet. I see the spoon handle
deep inside my ass. My nipples are very hard, and my face and neck are
blushing."

"O.K. cum now, slut." I heard him stroke himself faster, faster.

I stroked my own wet cunt in front of the mirror, I knew he could hear
everything on the speaker phone. I built to a loud, very intense,
pleasurable orgasm. "I'm cuming, oh God!"

I could hear him cuming on the other end of the phone. He gasped, and
I could detect the sweet sounds of his male release. We both were
breathing very hard, and then we started to calm down in a minute.
Afterwards, he instructed me to lie still. Just look and feel in my
body the post-cum bliss. It really is the most delicious time for me.

He told me I was his slut, to use whenever he wants, and I was not to
come again without his permission, except when my husband asked for
me. I said, "Yes sir." Then he said I'll see you next week and hung up
soon afterward.

A few weeks ago he brought a younger man with him to visit me. I was
told ahead of time by an email to make him feel welcome, and to be
wearing something very sexy and revealing. Normally I wear rather
conservative clothes.

The three of us were having some drinks, just making small talk, and
then Steve sat next to me on the sofa. He pulled me close and started
kissing me passionately. Then he pulled up my top. I protested, saying
"Steve, please." He said sharply, "Stop that. Gary is one of my
closest friends, who I trust completely. Nothing that happens today
will go any further." I was made to lie still, while Steve undressed
me completely in front of his friend. I was very ashamed, but it was
impossible to hide my arousal.

"See how responsive she is? You'd never know it by looking at her, but
she's a total whore, aren't you?"

I nodded, embarrassed.

"Now go over and suck Gary's cock."

I couldn't believe what he'd asked. He could tell I was resisting.

"You're going to suck his cock, and then he's going to watch me fuck
you, you whore, and if you don't, you won't be able to sit down for a
week."

I was helpless. I knew if I wanted to use my safeword, and stop, I
could, but at the same time I was terribly turned on by the thought of
another man's cock down my throat, and then watching Steve make love
to me. I went over to Gary, who fortunately was quite handsome. As in
a dream, I unzipped him and put his erect cock in my mouth. I was
completely stripped, putting a strange man's cock in my mouth in front
of my lover, and loving every minute of it.

"She's a good cock-sucker, isn't she?"

"Oh yeah."

"Finger yourself, you cock-hungry slut. I want you to finger fuck
yourself while you suck him off."

I did everything he asked, and soon all three of us were quite beside
ourselves with passion. Steve had taken his cock out of his pants, and
was stroking himself, watching me suck his friend.

"Now suck him off, and have him cum all over your face, you delicious
slut."

I moaned and increased my sucking, and soon Gary came all over my
face. I was proud, ashamed, and Steve told me I looked beautiful like
that. Then he said, "Go clean yourself up, I want to fuck you now."

I did as he said, and when I came back he told me to put some pillows
on the floor and lie on them.

"Spread your legs and play with yourself while we watch."

I did everything he asked, and soon felt that overpowering physical
need for release.

"Beg me to fuck you, right in front of Gary."

"Please Steve."

"Please, what?"

"Please fuck me while Gary watches."

At that point the two men were openly stroking their own erections,
watching me finger my wet, open, hungry cunt. I thought I would die of
desire, my head was spinning, and I needed Steve inside me badly.

"Get on your hands and knees. I did, turning to the side so Gary would
have a good look at us. Steve came over from the sofa, and entered me
roughly, doggy style, in one smooth motion, I was so wide open. I let
out a guttural moan. Gary was stroking himself faster, staring at us,
and Steve pumped me hard, grabbing my tits and taking me with
animalistic pleasure.

"Not yet, don't cum yet."

I struggled to hold my cum, I was so close.

"Gary, put your cock in her mouth."

I was shocked yet helpless to resist. He was younger than Steve, and
had a beautiful long cock that filled my mouth fully. I was so
completely humiliated, yet the more debased I was, the more aroused I
became.

"Fuck me while you suck him off, you whore."

I was enthralled. I could tell he was close to cuming, my body was
tingling all over, and my head was spinning.

"O.K. cum now, slut!"

My body went into a long, deep orgasm. I shook and shook and I had to
struggle to contain my two lovers. Soon afterward Gary released on my
face, and then Steve came deep inside my body. I never felt more
alive, or more fulfilled as a woman. It was one of the most intense
moments of my life.

After much moaning and sighs of complete pleasure from all three of
us, Steve started to laugh.

"Wow."

I smiled, feeling Gary's second load of cum on my face, and my lover's
seed deep inside me.

"You are so amazing. Now go clean up and get dressed, before we all
loose it again."

I went to the hall bathroom and cleaned up and got dressed again. When
I returned, the two men had their clothes back on, and were quietly
sipping their drinks as if nothing had happened.

We made polite conversation, and before he had to go, Steve asked me
if I would like to see Gary again. I blushed and said softly, "Yes, I
would."

Steve got up, kissed me and said he'll see me next week. I told him I
loved him and kissed him goodbye.