Title: My Wife Is In Your Hands Keywords: mF, mdom, nc, cheat, humil, mat, voy Author: Caesar Summary: While witnessing his wifes submission to another man, he is given a chance at what it is like to be dominant... with his own mother in law. There was a young lady of Natchez Who chanced to be born with two snatches, And she often said, "Shit! Why, I'd give either tit For a man with equipment that matches." There was a young fellow named Locke Who was born with a two-headed cock. When he'd fondle the thing It would rise up and sing An antiphonal chorus by Bach. But whether these two ever met Has not been recorded as yet, Still, it would be diverting To see him inserting His whang while it sang a duet. My Wife Is In Your Hands by Caesar, copyright 2003 $Revision: 1.7 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $ "Ted?" Oh god! "Yes." A chuckle. "I just wanted to call and tell you how much I appreciate your wife Ted. In fact I am appreciating her right now!" Another laugh, this one filled with malicious evil humour. "Stay on the line Ted, because I want to tell you one more thing, but listen to this OK?" My mouth was dry and I felt like vomiting so I did not say a word - neither did I remove the phone from my ear. This was not the first such call and I knew I would listen and feel shame every second of this torture. "Ted? You still there?" His familiar voice had gotten firmer, demanding. Finally, "Yes, I am here." Why can I never be my own man? Another chuckle. "I knew you would not desert me Ted. Your such a fucking wimp - that is why your wife is over here right?" It was a rhetorical question and stayed silent. "Now listen carefully OK 'wimp'?" The phone became silent and then bumped a couple of times before I heard loud sloppy sucking sounds. Then distantly, Gord's voice ordered, "Thats it Rhonda - suck that cock faster bitch!" The sounds accelerated until I could not imagine someone sucking a dick as fast as I was hearing. Let alone my wife sucking a dick that fast, or any dick for that matter. Since we had been together, she had always been a bit distant in our marriage-bed, stating that she never really enjoyed sex. This 'affair' started only a month ago - but easily feels like years. Rhonda, my wife, had met a young man at the supermarket, of all places. She told me he was very sexy and their flirting ended up in a hotel room. When Rhonda told me it was the first time she had ever cheated on me, I believed her. She would not have lied - you see, Gord told her to describe the whole thing to me, not leaving out any sordid detail. My wife discovered something that day, with Gord, that she could be wholly submissive to the right person. When I first heard her say that, I could not comprehend what she meant. Even know, I only understood that she had some deep-need to do what Gord tells her, while not really understanding. Gord is very attractive, young with a firm hard body, made excellent money as a broker and since they met in the produce isle, she has never said 'no' to him. Evidently, neither could I and I was paying the price of this humiliation since. Seated in the living room, across from each other, me sobbing silently as she described how she had just come from the hotel room where Gord had fucked and orgasmed in her 'cunt' and then fucked her virgin ass and orgasmed on her face. The way she said it, cold and calmly, I knew she did not care how I felt - you see Gord told her not to care. Yet I saw something else - Rhonda had loved it, there was a new sparkle in her eye that I've never seen before but wished I had. My normally chaste wife of fourteen years had ever taken my penis into her mouth even though I had asked enough times. And her ass... well, that was simply forbidden, 'disgusting' she had once said. My world turned up side down that day! When you think you hit bottom, you discover that there is never an end to agony and humiliation. My life had become a bottomless pit of degradation and humiliation as I was continually cuckolded to the point of tears on my part. The sound of the phone moving again and I returned to the present and Gord's voice, again close to the transmitter, asked, "What do you think I should do with your wife tonight Ted? Coat her face or ride her ass?" I didn't say a word. A quick laugh and then, "Her ass it is! OK slut, get up and climb aboard Rhonda." There was shuffling and then Gord grunted, "Face the other way cow! How many times have I told you that your ass is much more interesting than your face?" There was more shuffling and then a distant groan that sounded marginally like my wife and I could only imagine what was happening. Well, I did not have to imagine much actually. Gord had been kind enough to send photos to me - hundreds of photos. Faxes to my private office, email attachments, hard copies and even good old Kodak photo paper. I could write for days about all that I have witnessed on those photos. Do you want to know something, I kept each image, after I studied it - it was my secret, something that built up my own humiliation from my wife's infidelity. There may be many reasons I had not sought out Gord and attempted to beat him to a pulp, or run him over with my car or simply leave my home and marriage. Yet, there was one thing I kept telling myself - that Gord would tire of my wife, she being ten years older than he, and then she will come back to me. I imagined the things that Gord had her do, but it was me pulling the strings. Gord, in effect, was training my wife for me - to be the perfect submissive slut! Yes, I know, I was probably deluding myself - but I needed something to grasp onto. Something that kept both my sanity and my manhood intact. In fact, even in my own fantasies, I could not picture myself doing what Gord did with my wife. There was something missing, some part of me that just did not grasp why Rhonda felt this need to submit completely to this stranger at the expense of our marriage. On the other end of the phone Gord was breathing heavier, in the background I could hear my wife's unfamiliar sounds of passion. 'Unfamiliar' because I have heard it too many times in the last month, but I have never heard her make such noises when we were in bed together. Of course I had always loved her - but our love-life was lacking, to say the least. The most I had ever extracted from my wife, in the heights of our marriage passion, was soft sighs. "Rhonda has the tightest little asshole... but you wouldn't know that right Ted?" A long chuckle before he groaned loudly into the receiver. The bastard seemed to know everything about Rhonda and I - our history, specifically our sexual history. Two weeks ago Rhonda had come stumbling home on impossibly high heels in the middle of the night, into our bedroom. She ignored me as she turned on the light and stripped naked - I sitting up on my elbows and watching her. I hate to admit it but being a slut seemed to be transforming my wife - so that she had lost several pounds and almost radiated sexuality now. As soon as the last garment fell to the floor, Rhonda pulled aside the duvet cover and then climbed between my legs. I watched amazed and silent as she unbuttoned my pyjama bottom and pulled out my soft penis. Her hands were cool as she fondled me into a pleasant hardness before her eyes finally came up to look at me. "Gord said I am not very good at sucking cock and told me to use you as the 'practise dummy'... only for tonight." With that she dropped down and took my cock half-ways down her throat. The way she had said it, like she was telling me what was on the news that night pained me - but that was quickly forgotten as I felt her mouth moving on my penis for the first time. Since she had never sucked me, I had never been sucked - so I have no basis for comparison, but what Rhonda did those few minutes was nothing short of amazing. I can still remember the sweaty, sperm-smell of her skin as she lay on the other side of the bed - still naked. That smell was not from me - as she had swallowed every drop that I gave her - but the sour smell of earlier sex. And just when I thought she was asleep she mumbled, "Gord told me to tell you that if your a good boy you may be able to fuck my cunt." I didn't sleep that whole night - having tasted a little of what Gord was getting plus felt a deep humiliation at what I was enduring. Then again, there was the memory of Rhonda's sweet mouth! His breathing was very rough, but he managed to say, "Your getting a visitor today Ted!" A visitor? I could not help but break my humiliating silence, "Who is it?" I silently prayed that Rhonda would be sent back home, having come home rarely, and I would get that promise of her 'cunt'. "Emily... your mother-in-law!" My confusing silence seemed to be enough to amuse Gord and he chuckled, the echos of my wifes loud passion loud now. "Before midnight Ted, I want you to fuck the old bitch!" 'Fuck'! What? I looked over at the illuminated digital clock - only past two in the morning. What the hell! "...the train... you pick her up just before noon...!" He was having trouble breathing, trouble concentrating. "... the old cunt is expecting you... until midnight Ted!" I could not help it, "Gord...?" Thats all I managed before I heard him groan right into my receiver while behind that my wife shrieked. I listened to the duo orgasm loudly, and I felt myself pale at the images that came to mind. Nearly five minutes later Gord finally spoke, in a weary voice, "On your stomach slut... thats it, scoop it out... and lick your fingers clean!" Then he returned to me, and our conversation, "Any questions Ted?" Questions? About a million! "Listen... you rape the old bitch, use your charm on her okay... I don't fucking care!" He chuckled at his own malicious joke. "Then you bang the old broad. Don't worry, I have a feeling that it will not be a difficult task. Rhonda will be home right at midnight - and will call me if you have been successful." There was so many questions but I only managed a single one, "Why?" Gord took a long breath and spoke carefully and slowly, as if I was a child, "When I tell you to do something - you do it. No questions asked. I know you want Rhonda back - and I know you want the slut and not the 'lady' you married too. Do this thing for me and you are that much closer to getting your wish fulfilled." I was just a little shocked that my intentions were so transparent - I have never told anyone that I desired Rhonda back, that I wanted her to act like she did for Gord. Then the phone went dead and I was left in the darkness with my fears, questions and desires. -*- Emily came out of the tall wide doors dragging her suitcase and looking rather flustered. My wife's mother is an attractive woman - thin where my wife is voluptuous, classy where my wife is comfortable. It was obvious that something was wrong - and when she saw me she let go of her bag and wrapped her arms around me and sobbed silently. She never said a word all the way to my home - she barely even looked at me. And strangely enough, Emily seemed to be almost angry - though it did not seem to be directed at me. Only when we go into the house, her bag upstairs in the spare room did she finally say a word, "Where is Rhonda Ted?" What could I say! "She is at a friends." Emily mumbled something under her breath and then asked firmly, "Do you have anything to drink Ted?" I retrieved her a martini - her drink of choice - and watched as she gulped it down. Whatever had brought her to my home was bothering her - and I had a feeling it wasn't simply that her daughter was banging some pretty-boy. Of course I refreshed it. She would not eat, she would not talk - all Emily did was sit in the large chair in front of the turned-off television and drink martini's... for hours. My task felt hopeless and I knew I would be humiliated at midnight when my wife showed up and i had not done what I was ordered to do. I sat across from her, the whole afternoon, playing bartender and contemplating the impossibility of having sex with this old woman. Yes I had noticed, in the years since Rhonda and I met, that she was and is attractive. Yet that does not make the realm of fantasy possible! Emily was a petite woman - small of bone and frame, who did not look skinny but I doubted she weighed half of me. Since I had known her, she had always worn skirts which highlighted her shapely thin legs and had her hair and makeup done to perfection. About ten in the evening Emily said something besides asking for more booze, "Have you ever done something that your ashamed of Ted?" Like submitting without a word to my wife and her lovers' humiliating acts? Thankfully, Emily did not wait for an answer. "Something that you did long ago and thought you had got away with?" Emily was starring at the floor with glazed eyes and her words were slurred with alcohol - but at least it was better than her earlier hours of silence. "Why did you not tell me about Gord when I arrived Ted?" What could I have said - the fact that she knew his name took me by surprise. "What should I have said - that your daughter is with her boyfriend right now?" I could not stop from putting venom in my words. "Gord is more than just Emily's boyfriend isn't he Ted?" I could feel her eyes boring into my own and my mouth did not seem to want to work. "I will tell you what he is - a bastard!" Her voice was getting louder, shriller. "And my daughter is completely under his power. Isn't see?" I simply nodded, but that seemed to be enough to fuel her fire. "Rhonda caught me... years ago, before you two met... I ended it right after, but it will kill her father if he finds out!" Whoa, what was I hearing - that Emily had an affair, caught by Rhonda and... and what? The fact that she had an affair is startling enough! I could also guess that rather than kill her, her husband would turn her out of house and home - and if there was one thing Emily liked, was her station in life, I could not imagine her without her husband supporting her extravagant way of life. Emily cursed suddenly, a word that I had never heard her use before and it shocked me. I sat stunned, not sure what to say or do but my mother in law was very drunk and looked like she was about to fall asleep. Then, rather abruptly, she mumbled, "Do you find me attractive Ted?" I brought my eyes up and saw that she had spread her knees as far apart as the large chair would allow. Having worn a knee-length tan skirt, which was now above the top of her black thigh-high stockings, I had a clear view of her dark pubic hair. Emily had not worn any underwear and the sight of her pale shapely thighs above the stocking-tops was damned exciting. She may be in her mid-fifties, but my mother in law was a very attractive woman. For the first time that day, I realized that it would not be such a chore to have my wife's mother. "Would you do an old woman a favour and fuck me Ted?" I forced my eyes up to her own and saw that she looked incredibly humiliated! As soon as her eyes caught my own she turned away, gulping her drink yet again. The words she had spoken were not some figment of my imagination - she had spoken them. Though a more alien sentence could not have come from Emily, if I had to consider one. Then, as I watched, she snapped her knees together and let out a loud sob of despair. "God damn it Ted... she told me to come here and have sex with you! If I didn't...!" Emily put down her newly-empty glass and pushed her skirt back down her thighs, so that the tops of her stockings were again beneath its hem. "Its because of that bastard! She told Gord I had an affair with my husbands brother and now Gord had her order... order", she practically shouted the word, "me here to have sex with you before midnight." Tears were rolling down her brightly glowing red cheeks, "I told her... begged her... I knew it was impossible, you and I...!" She had both her hands over her face, and began to sob into them. Emily had come here non-consensually to have sex with me, even though she thought herself old and undesirable. My mother in law had dressed exquisitely, had worn sexy stockings and no panties and then had to drink herself into a near-stupor before she could find the guts to go ahead with what Gord had ordered her to do. Barely a hoarse whisper, "Emily?" She had not heard me and I cleared my throat before trying again, "Emily?" Louder this time and she lowered her hands but her cheeks were stained with her tears and her eyes were half-closed, red, and filled with her tears. She attempted to stifle her sobs as she starred at me blankly. "Spread your legs again." It had come out rather firm - and I was surprised at the tone of my own voice. Slowly the old ladies knees spread and her skirt returned to its waist height and I again saw her naked loins. I sat silently enjoying the sight while I could feel Emily's eyes upon me. Finally she spoke, "You don't have to do this Ted." I ignored her. "Take off the sweater Emily." Even as her thin hands came up and pulled the expensive sweater over her head she pleaded, "Don't tease an old woman Ted." She had not worn a bra. My wife Rhonda had these large magnificent breasts - while her mother had much smaller sagging udders. Oh, they were not totally unattractive - in fact if I accepted that mother and daughter had completely different bodies - Emily's were rather sexy in a small, sexy sort of way. Small dark brown nipples, flawless white skin - and the fact that they appeared to be rock-hard did not hurt my appreciation of them. This is what Gord and Rhonda had told us to do right? Shouldn't I feel something... guilt maybe? "Loose the skirt Emily." My mother in law's brow bunched as she lifted her ass long enough to push the skirt down to her feet. There she sat, with only her black stockings on and a strange apprehensive mood to her gaze. I could see her embarrassment in just the way she sat, tried to look at me. Yet I could see that she had to force herself still - to do this thing that she had been ordered to do. After several awkward minutes of me visually appraising her, "Rhonda's dad and I haven't had sex for a few years Ted." For some strange reason she had felt the need to tell me that, but that was not the end of her admissions, "He has been the only man I have ever been with... other than when I cheated on him with his brother." Was what I was feeling at that very moment a piece of what Gord felt with my very own wife? It was something crossed with power and ownership - and I felt 'manly' like at no other time in my life. I could have sex with this woman, not just sex but anything sexual, and Emily would do it... and all the while she belonged, in her marriage vows, to someone else. Was this the missing component to my fantasies of taking over where Gord left off? I had considered dominating my wife, when Gord was finished with her, to get to the promise of this feeling and had never considered it with anyone else. What was Gord doing with Emily and I - what game was he playing now? Emily stole a quick look at the far wall, where a clock hung. I turned my head to stare at it as well. Then I heard her swallow loudly before I returned to her shamed nudity. It was twenty minutes before midnight - and Emily and I had a task to complete. Where had the time gone? Probably in awkward alcoholic silence. "Stand up Emily, bend at the waist and hold the arms of the hair with your hands." My mother in law paused only a brief second before she stood, turned toward the same chair and did as I asked. Her ass, a jutting round white globe that did much for my appreciation of her, was facing me deliciously. Why had I never noticed her bottom before? I had thought it flatter than what was before me, less appealing - I had been very wrong. As I stood and began to unbuckle my pants, Emily started to reveal more about her sexual self. "I have never done it this way before Ted... outside the bedroom... bent forward like some animal." She did not sound like it was such a negative thing - in fact her voice had gone up an octave and Emily was sounding rather excited at what was about to happen. Gone, also, was the sound of her drunken self - as if what we were preparing to do had sobered her. Stepping forward, I touched the warm white skin of her ass and felt the smooth softness shiver in response. Emily groaned and let her head drop before her, as if it was suddenly very heavy, almost dangling from her shoulders. There was no time for preliminaries, for niceties. I held my dick in my other hand and aimed it perfectly at the junction of her thin thighs and cleft of the crack of her ass. Just as I pressed forward, not yet in my mother in laws body, she hissed loudly as she inhaled and then held her breath... waiting. Then I felt it touch the hot wet ready sex of my wife's mother, and then it slide into an exquisite molten tunnel that took my own breath away. Seated within her, staring down where we were joined, I grasped both of Emily's soft hips and stood still to catch my breath for the next stage of this event. Emily started to babble yet again, "I am sorry Ted... I wish I was younger and prettier for you... that you did not have to do this thing!" While she spoke this, I felt her inner sexual muscles rhythmically clench my sex in a most delightful massaging motion. Afraid that she was about to speak yet again I yanked my hand from her hip and snapped it back down. My open palm hit her wide sexy ass loudly and Emily jerked and yelped in surprise. "Shut up Emily!" She gasped as I began to violently fuck her body. Her petite frame was nearly too low for this position and realized that she was upon her toes... which caused her calves to bunch up sexy. Still looking down I watched as my long hard cock moved in and out past my mother in laws clenching inner labia - almost stretching it as I withdrew each stroke. My wife's mother had a tighter cunt than even her daughter. A little higher I watched the wrinkled pink aperture of her anus as it seemed to wink in my direction - looking rather hungry for its own attention. Emily was grunting like a pig now, between small grasps and short prayers to god. The back of her thighs were slapping the front of my own, her ass my stomach, and our joined sex organs were starting to sound sloppy as the sounds echoed through my living room. I could feel the cool air kiss the front of my thighs, where Emily's abundant juices were running down both our legs. Her sex was practically bubbling with pleasure. I am not sure how long I stood behind her, rapidly plunging myself in and out of my mother in law's sex. Yet, distantly, I realized that Emily had probably orgasmed, at least twice, I cared not - I was making the most of this fuck and was trying to ignore her pleasure. But, of course, the end had to come eventually. The climax to this little encounter happened almost suddenly and by her surprised grasp of pleasure, I knew she had not realized what was upon her. It was possibly the best orgasm I have had since I was a teenager, and every orgasm then was a miracle. It felt like a litre of my life giving juices flooded her depths while the inner muscles of her vagina seemed to hold me, afraid that I would disengage and waste the tribute that I was giving. Then Rhonda clapped loud enough for Emily and I, we spun our heads to see my wife standing in the doorway, watching us. "Not bad mother - Ted seems to like old cunt!" My wife laughed maliciously and strode into the living room like the Queen of fucking Sheba. Emily pulled her sex from my own, and we separated with a loud sloppy sound, and quickly spun around and sat back down in the same chair. Her hands came up and crossed over her little breasts and her legs crossed to hide her sex. Her face, sweaty and tired looking was again turning a bright red. Yet, at that very second, I saw my mother in law steal a glance at my slowly deflating dripping organ - where it hung before her eyes. And I saw how her eyes became intense and could see the desire still within her - it surprised me that she could feel anything but shame at this moment. Just as I was pulling up my pants, Rhonda came to stand before me and took my half-hard cock in her expert cool hand and stopped my dressing. As Emily and I watched her, my wife bent forward at the waist and took the head of my dick in her mouth and sucked it deeply. This lasted but a few seconds before she stood back up and starred triumphantly between her mother and I and licked her lips grandly. "We have the same taste mother!" Emily turned her head away in humiliation, staring at the far wall. As I watched, my wife took out a cellular phone and hit a single button and then waited for someone to pick up at the other end. I was not so stupid as to not know whom she was calling. "Hello Master." Rhonda was smiling privately while she stared, alternately, at her mother and I. "It seems you had scripted it perfectly my love... yes...", she laughed outrageously for a short while, "...I caught the tail end of the show actually... in the living room... no, she is still wearing black stockings and that look of a freshly fucked woman...", she smiled at her mother broadly, ".. of course Master." She pushed the phone toward her mother, "Here mother, my Master wishes to speak to you." I watched as Emily's trembling small hand took the phone and slowly brought it up to her ear. "Hello?" Her fear and humiliation came across in that thick shaky voice. "Yes... sorry, yes 'sir'... yes... I, I have never done that before...", Emily was staring at my soft dick now, her daughters hand still encircling it, slowly stroking it, "sorry sir, yes sir... yes, I will sir...!" Emily pushed the phone out to me and said thickly, "He wants to talk to you." She had a defeated look to her, but there was also a small sparkle in her eye that I could not decipher. As I lifted the phone to my ear, I watched as Emily slipped to her knees upon the floor and started to crawl toward me - all the while staring right at my soft soiled dick. "Gord?" Emily knelt directly before me and then leaned forward with her mouth open. "Congratulations Ted! I wasn't sure if there was a man in you or not!" He laughed loudly in my ear as Rhonda held my soft penis at its base and aimed it for her mothers open descending mouth. "So was the old cunt wet when you fucked her or not?" Emily wrapped her warm lips about the head of my penis. "Yes she was." My mother in laws eyes were closed as she started to move her head up and down my dick the top half of my dick, her lips hitting her daughters hand. All pretence at embarrassment for her mature body was now forgotten. Gord laughed again, as if he already knew the answer. "Good boy Ted! She said she had never sucked cock before - how is she doing?" It was as if there was nothing Gord did not know and I always found it disconcerting. I was staring down at Emily's sweaty but serene face, her lips being forced apart as her work was causing my dick to grow yet again. "Not bad." "Not as good as Rhonda though huh?" He laughed again. "No." It was true after all - Emily was trying but she lacked in any sort of familiarity with a man's private parts and I would have guessed that this was her first oral experience if Gord had not told me. Don't misunderstand me - it was a delicious feeling as well as sight. For one thing, my mother in law put more passion and feeling into her work than my wife had done that single blow job that I had received from her at the command of her 'Master'. "I like you Ted." I seriously doubted that, but didn't say a word. "And I am giving you your very own slave in Rhonda's mother." Pardon? "I told her, just a moment ago, that she had to do everything that you told her and do you want to know something Ted? The old cunt sounded rather excited at the idea. Like mother like daughter huh?" Gord laughed loudly and for almost a full minute at his own joke. I was starting to pump my hips as the pleasure of the hand and mouth was getting to me. "Tell my slave to come right back after you get off the phone... but don't worry Ted, after I am done with the slut I'll send her right back... in a couple of months probably. Then you can have two slaves that you can enjoy!" He laughed shortly but then stopped abruptly and said, "Rhonda told me that after she had caught her mother and her uncle that she always wondered what it was like to have sex with her mom. So you see Ted, such a little triangle that I'm suggesting, is not such a crazy idea!" I looked at my wife and saw how her eyes looked feverish as she watched her mother blow her husband. Rhonda even had her other hand tangled in her mothers head of hair, and was forcing her mom to suck me in a nice fast rhythm. Gord could not drop the subject and it was starting to get difficult to concentrate upon his words, "I thought about adding Emily to my stable... and though the idea of watching Rhonda and her mom is intriguing, I'm really not into old cunt." There was a pregnant pause. "One last thing Ted - if Rhonda's mom is anything like her daughter, she'll love a good ass fuck." The line went dead. I dropped the cellular phone upon the floor - already forgotten. Rhonda had dropped to her knees in the last seconds, her face just centimetres from her mothers cheek. She had a look that was so rare in our marriage, that look that her mother had as I told her to stand up and bend over. I knew that I could have her right now - I could have a mother and daughter blow job, watch them share my sperm bath with open hungry mouths. But I remembered Gord's words - a secret that my wife had never revealed to me, I having never been given the keys to her most intimate sexuality, as Gord had been. She wanted to have sex with her mother, she wanted to be a submissive to a strong man. I could see that desire in her clouded unblinking eyes now and felt more of that power flow through my veins. "Gord said for you to return to him immediately." He didn't say 'immediately' but I had to stop her from the path she had been quickly heading toward. Her eyes looked up into my own and I saw pleading, and then surprise that she did not see a meek desire from me for what she had been about to do. Again she looked down at her mothers mouth as it moved up and down my hard cock. I knew her decision - she wanted to stay and taste the forbidden, but if she did she had to go against a direct command from her dominant lover. Rhonda did not move as she was torn between her own desires. Her eyes widened in shock and pain and she hissed as she quickly looked down at her own full chest. I had reached down and easily found her large excited nipple and then twisted and squeezed it viciously. Then my wife looked up into my eyes as if she was looking at me for the first time. "Get the fuck out of here Rhonda... your not welcome back until Gord is done with your sorry ass, and then, only if you crawl through my front door naked and beg me to take you." I saw random and rapid flow of emotions flash through the face of my cheating wife - until she slowly stood back up, withdrawing her hand from my dick, which was quickly replaced with her mothers. Rhonda started to back out of the living room, watching me and her mother intently. I watched her maliciously and with a wide powerful smile. It has been a humiliating time for me, but only now did I fully comprehend my wife, and the power that Gord had over her. I could see it in her eyes, that she realized it too and she wanted so badly to stay. Finally I understood what had been missing in my fantasies, that feeling of dominance and power that I had never felt before this moment. It felt good - damned good. And I had no regret at tossing my wife out. I knew, when Gord was tired of her, she would return, humiliated and humble as she knelt before her husband. "Leave Rhonda! Emily is mine now and I don't see why I need the copy when I have the original!" My wife disappeared around the corner of the hallway, but I had caught a glimpse of her humiliation and my triumph in that last moment. The door opened and then closed, almost reluctantly. Then, and only then, did I look down and saw that Emily had opened her eyes and was staring up at me as if I was a god. Gently I pulled my hard, saliva covered, dick from my new slave's mouth and backed up to sit down comfortably on the couch. Emily sat silently, watched, and waited for me. I motioned to her to come to me, to crawl to the pillow I had placed upon the floor between my feet. I took her head between two of my hands and held it before me - our eyes locked - "Your my slave now Emily." She nodded as if this was the only thing in the world that mattered to her, as if she had been waiting all her years for this moment. Tears welled in her eyes and the corners of her mouth turned up in happiness. "Finish what you started and then we shall go to bed." With both my hands I gently lowered her face to my hard dick. Emily closed her eyes and lovingly took me back into her mouth. --