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The Maid Husband 
by NS ns@cryogen.com

***

An uneven relationship between a husband and wife, is 
righted in the end. (Fdom/M, d/s, wimp husband)

***

Author Note: Sensitive readers or readers that have 
religious or moral objections to sexually explicit 
material are warned not to read the following text. The 
author will not take responsibility for any emotional, 
psychological, physical or other distress, damage or 
harm that may result from reading this text. Readers 
that live in countries where text of an explicit nature 
is forbidden, read this text at their own discretion and 
of their own accord.

***

Part One

Friday started as any normal day. At the alarm, Alan 
rose and went to the bathroom to run Lisa's bath. He 
quickly showered himself and when the bath was 'just so' 
woke Lisa. She greeted him and dragged herself sleepily 
to the bathroom. She had a pee and stood waiting for 
Alan to wipe her. She then climbed in the bath and 
slowly sank into the warm water. 

With a flick of the hand Alan was excused so that he 
could get himself ready for work. Alan loved this - he 
loved to be dominated and to be able to serve his 
'mistress'. He dried his hair, shaved in the spare 
bathroom and dressed himself in his robe. He went 
downstairs and prepared their standard breakfast of 
juice and toast. This was just one of his standard 
duties in his relationship with Lisa. They had been 
married for three years, had a good home life, no money 
troubles and they were well matched - certainly 
sexually.

After preparing breakfast, he went back upstairs just in 
time as Lisa was lifting herself into a sitting 
position. He soaped her back and neck and washed her 
arms and legs. "Please Mistress" he began, "may I wash 
your special places". He waited with an eager 
expression. Lisa casually turned her head. "No. The 
water was too warm - I shall wash myself". He acted 
crestfallen but inside he was loving this. He watched 
her soap her lovely breasts and move her hands below the 
water to the 'special place'. A place he had not been 
allowed to 'visit' in over six months. 

Despite all of his efforts to be worthy of his mistress, 
she would still not consider letting him back into their 
bed. "Oh very well," she started "you may relieve 
yourself". He beamed - she was being kind today. He 
slipped off his robe and knelt at the side of the bath. 
Quickly, because he knew that these invitations had a 
tendency to expire, he stroked his cock to its' full 
size and started to masturbate. All the time his eyes 
were glued on his wife's soapy globes. 

"Faster!" Lisa barked. 

"Nnnghh, s-sorry mistress" he managed but thankfully he 
felt his balls tightened and he felt the wonderful 
release as he came, spilling come carefully into the 
palm of his hand - woe betide him if he spilled any on 
the floor! "Show me" was all Lisa said. He held his 
cupped hands towards her and she glanced at the little 
puddle of spunk. "O.K., lick them clean" were her last 
words. Alan greedily lapped the salty liquid from his 
hands, snaking his tongue in-between his fingers to 
ensure he had every drop. He knew it was then time to 
retire.

He dressed and heard Lisa leave the bathroom. He skipped 
back in quickly and rinsed the bath clean before moving 
downstairs. A few minutes later Lisa arrived, they sat 
and ate breakfast. He tidied the table whilst she 
finished her preparations for the day. Lisa was an 
account manager at a large bank. She took personal 
control of a few select clients. Today was an important 
day. 

She would be making a proposal to them to allow some 
debt to be re-financed. She would be in control today - 
they needed her. So, she 'power dressed' in her 
favourite outfit. A 'Donna Karan' two piece black suit, 
short skirt and tightly fitting tailored jacket, light 
camisole top, black stockings and medium heels and to 
complete the feeling of power, a G-string pulled tight 
between her arse cheeks.

Alan also prepared for the day. He was a corporate 
finance director - a partner in the bank. This is how 
they had met. He had been overawed by one of Lisa's 
preparations and he had engineered many private 
meetings. They had hit it off on a personal level and 
their love had grown. He had gotten a very sexy and 
loving wife, she had gotten a very powerful and kind 
husband. He had gained a mistress, she had gained a 
slave. The knowledge of their shared sexual orientation 
hadn't surfaced until they'd been married close to a 
year - both too afraid to frighten the other in the 
early days. 

From the beginning, the sex had been excellent and they 
made a great pair. The wages were good, a new house was 
purchased but it was the subject of 'domestic help' that 
had started the conversation with Alan daring to suggest 
that he would love to 'serve' his beautiful wife. She 
had taken it as a joke initially but then a sexual angle 
was raised and things had developed from there.

They waved goodbye on the drive, she left first in her 
own BMW and he left minutes later in the company Lexus. 
Life was good. They were both happy with the situation, 
no-one else knew, and Lisa took lovers whenever she felt 
the need. It's not that she didn't love Alan, but she 
was a strong and powerful woman who had 'given in' to 
becoming a wife out of a need at the time but who now 
relished the chance to control men. 

A dark memory of her unhappy childhood stirred many 
emotions in Lisa. But she was now in a position to do 
something about it. She was 31, 5' 8" tall, brunette 
with her hair bobbed just above her shoulders. She had a 
lovely 36C-26-36 body and she dressed well. She was a 
sexy woman who had an inner passion that made her feel 
strong.

Lisa drove away and thought of the day ahead. She was 
meeting Antonio Perculli, an investment banker from New 
York. And she lusted after him. He was English but from 
Italian blood. He had a firm, muscular body, strong 
European looks and had made no secret of his attraction 
to her. She had worn a short skirt and stockings at 
their last meeting and it had achieved the desired 
results. 

They were seated close together poring over documents 
and Lisa casually crossed her legs letting her skirt 
ride up. Antonio's eyes had lit up. He hadn't made a 
move because he had spotted her wedding ring - and this 
was business after all. Lisa pictured Antonio's body as 
she drove and imagined him lying down with her riding 
him to orgasm. She shook her head to clear the thoughts 
and carried on to work.

Alan arrived at his office and parked in his reserved 
space. Tracy on reception greeted him warmly and he 
grabbed a cup of coffee on the way to his office. He 
took off his coat and made his way to the toilet. He 
checked the other cubicles and casually dropped his 
trousers. Whilst still standing, he dropped his shorts 
and took a pair of Lisa's soiled panties from his 
pocket. 

He sniffed them fully and then wrapped them around his 
already stiff cock. He wanked hard and fast and pictured 
Lisa in the bath that morning. He spoke softly as he 
came "Bitch, bitch, bitch... OH SHIT!" and he came for 
the second time that day into the palm of his hand. He 
looked down at the spunk and licked it up once more. He 
dressed and returned to his office. By the end of the 
day he would have authorised financial dealings in 
excess of $100 million.


Part Two

Alan arrived home first - as usual. He knew the routine. 
He went to his bedroom and took off his suit and the 
remainder of his clothes. He tidied them carefully but 
quickly because he knew not to get caught without being 
'dressed' for his mistress. He went to his bottom drawer 
and took out his maid's uniform, frilly white panties, 
stockings and garter belt and black high-heeled shoes. 

He sat on the bed and put the garter belt around his 
waist. He then bent his leg and slipped one of the 
stockings over his foot and stretched his leg as he 
slowly slid the nylon up his legs. He loved the feel of 
it against his skin. The stockings were 30 denier to 
hide his hair. They had decided it wouldn't be 
worthwhile him shaving his legs. He put on the second 
stocking and slipped the panties over his legs. 

By the time he stood his erection was in full bloom. He 
stepped into the maid's outfit and shuddered as he felt 
the silkiness slide up his legs and body. He put his 
arms through the holes and expertly zipped it at the 
back. He tied on his frilly white pinafore around his 
waist and stood to admire himself in the mirror. The 
black uniform was fringed with white lace and the skirt 
hem came halfway down his thighs - far enough to cover 
his stocking tops. 

Except when he bent over, as he now did after slipping 
on his favourite spiky-heeled shoes, and admired his 
rear-end in the mirror. He followed the line from the 
tops of his shoes, up the backs of his legs, his 
stocking tops just showing and then the frilly white of 
the uniform. He quickly checked that the bulge of his 
cock wasn't visible and proceeded about his duties.

Lisa had had a good day. She drove home singing along to 
the radio and thought of the night ahead. It had gone 
well with Antonio and she rubbed her thighs together a 
little as she thought of him. She parked behind the 
Lexus and entered the house. She scampered straight 
upstairs and into her room, shutting the door. Alan 
heard her arrive and moved to prepare her cocktail. 

But when she ran straight upstairs he was quite 
surprised - he thought "but it's Friday, she always has 
a drink on Friday and then..." his thoughts died away as 
the realisation that he'd got himself pretty for 
nothing. On Fridays, Lisa would order him to fix her a 
cocktail then get him kneel in front of her and lick her 
out until she ordered him to stop. If he had done well 
he would be allowed to wank. If he had done badly, he 
would be bent over the coffee table and spanked. Either 
way, Alan enjoyed it immensely. He stopped the 
preparation of dinner and walked to the bottom of the 
stairs. He listened and could hear her moving in her 
room. He climbed the stairs and stood outside her door. 

Just as he did so, the door was opened and Lisa rushed 
past him towards the cupboard. "Oh Damn!" she barked. 
"Take this," she offered a dress to Alan "and iron it 
well". She moved back towards her room and Alan 
stammered out "But, but what about dinner?"

She looked at him and smiled, a cruel smile. "I'm going 
out. I'll be late back." She paused. "Stay dressed as 
you are and wait for me to return. Now, get that 
ironed," and she closed herself in her room. 

Alan was crestfallen but his duty was to serve his 
mistress so he went back down to the kitchen and took 
out the ironing board. He laid the dress on the board 
and then realised what it was. It was her 'slut' dress. 
Bright red, very tight-fitting, with vent slits up each 
side. When she wore it, she looked like a million bucks. 
It clung beautifully to the curves of her bum and 
accentuated her firm breasts. It came down to mid-thigh 
but the side slits always caused it to ride higher. The 
dress was so revealing that she never wore underwear 
with it.

Alan paused. He suspected that the dress was not for his 
benefit. He knew all about Lisa's other men but she 
always shared the experience with him - telling him in 
graphic detail about what happened whilst he 
masturbated. If Lisa had particularly naughty, she let 
him come over her. Usually she lay on the bed and talked 
languidly whilst he knelt next to her and spunked over 
her breasts. She enjoyed it and it meant that they 
didn't really have any secrets from each other. Alan 
trusted her. But he knew nothing of what was happening 
tonight. He was woken from his thoughts by the sound of 
her coming downstairs - and he hadn't even started 
ironing the dress!

Lisa entered the kitchen and pushed past him. She was 
looking for a small pair of scissors. She noticed that 
he was only just plugging-in the iron. "And WHAT have 
you been doing!" she barked. She quickly moved behind 
him and lifted the hem of his uniform and smacked her 
hand hard across his cheeks. "Get it done NOW or you'll 
be restrained before I go out!" It was no small threat. 
He quickly started to iron the dress and made sure to be 
careful. 

He scampered upstairs holding the garment carefully and 
knocked on her door. He entered and saw her standing in 
front of the mirror. She looked stunning. Her hair was 
lifted onto her head and a few strands wafted around her 
neck. She was carefully applying make-up and her lips 
looked full and rich. She had a pearl choker on and a 
pearl bracelet. The only other thing she was wearing was 
a pair of sheer, black hold-up stockings.

She turned to look at him. "Lay it on the bed and go to 
your room" was all she said. He complied and as he was 
leaving he could smell her fragrance drifting across the 
room. After a few minutes of sitting on his bed, his 
door opened and she stood before him. She was wearing 
the dress and a pair of four-inch spiky black heels. 
God, but he was dying to fuck her. "I've had nothing but 
problems from you today" she began and Alan dreaded what 
might be about to happen. "But I think tonight will be a 
good night and I can't be bothered to waste my energies 
punishing you."

He sighed. 

She stood thinking for a few seconds. She spoke, "On my 
return, you will be in here waiting, dressed as you are 
now. In the meantime, I want you to clean all of the 
items in my bottom drawer ready for later". With that, 
she left. Alan took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

It would be fun later. He went to her room and took the 
contents of the bottom drawer and laid them all on the 
bed.

He took an inventory of items - he knew them all well. 
At some time or other, he'd had 'experience' of them 
all. There was a 6" vibrator, fairly standard item. A 
10" black vibrator with ridges and lumps. A 4" butt-plug 
(often he would be made to 'wear' it for long periods). 
Several pairs of handcuffs, wrist cuffs, straps and 
other restraint devices. A whip. A ball-gag and bondage 
hood. A penis clamp - a small cuff that wrapped around 
his cock and could be tightened. It would be worn whilst 
limp to prevent erections. 

If he got erect whilst wearing it, the discomfort was 
quite intense - they had used this item a lot as part of 
his initial 'training'. A penis lash - a cord that would 
tied behind his helmet and passed back between his legs 
and tied to a belt he would wear. Again, this made 
erections difficult and uncomfortable. Finally, there 
were several lengths of cord, a spanking paddle and 
blindfolds. A regular bondage general store - but Alan 
loved them all. He set about making sure they were clean 
and in working order for later. His hands trembled 
whilst he did so.


Part Three

Alan was surprised to hear her return so early. She 
hadn't left until seven and it was only nine now. 
Thankfully, he'd gotten his chores finished. He was 
surprised to hear other voices with Lisa - male voices, 
no - just one voice but laughing and talking quickly. 
The door to the lounge closed and the voices became too 
muffled to hear. Alan was sitting on his bed, still 
dressed (as instructed) in his maid's outfit. He opened 
his door and strained to hear. He could make out Lisa's 
voice and that of a man - not a voice he knew. One thing 
was clear to Alan - that Lisa was out for sex tonight. 
He had tidied her discarded day clothes and smelt her 
panties, they were wet with her juices. He moved onto 
the landing and strained to hear. 

After a couple of minutes he thought he heard some 
playful 'Oohs' and 'Aahs' but after a short time more 
they sounded less playful and more serious. Alan was 
convinced that Lisa was being fucked downstairs. He 
moved very quietly downstairs and stood next to the door 
to the lounge. Quite clearly now, he could hear Lisa's 
low moans. The only time lately he'd heard that was when 
she been rubbing herself after punishing him or watching 
him wank and then frigging herself.

He heard the other man's voice say 'Come on baby, I'm 
gonna come soon, rub on me now..' and other words of 
encouragement. After another minute he heard Lisa squeak 
and the man almost roar as he came. He heard Lisa - 'Oh 
shit, shit, shit. Yes, keep going, OH SHIT!' and he 
could tell she had come. Alan waited a while longer 
until he heard low talk and thought it best not be found 
listening. He carefully crept back upstairs and waited 
at the top until he was sure he hadn't been heard and 
then returned to his room.

After a gap of five minutes, a door downstairs opened 
and Lisa called out "Oh, Alana darling, please serve us 
drinks now please". Alan blushed scarlet. She was going 
to humiliate him by treating him as a real maid - and 
calling him Alana. He stood and checked himself in the 
mirror. He made sure his uniform and stockings were 
straight and walked downstairs. The sight that greeted 
him almost made his cock burst out of his tight shorts. 
Lisa was sitting on the sofa, legs casually crossed 
chatting to the man in the armchair. Lisa was wearing 
her hold-up stockings, high heels and pearl jewellery 
and nothing else. 

The man was completely naked. He looked to be in his 
thirties, dark complexion, well defined body and quite 
tall. "Alana" began Lisa "this is Antonio". Antonio 
stood and turned to Alan. His face showed no emotion and 
he casually said "Fix me a vodka cocktail, please". Lisa 
gave Alan her order and he moved quickly to the kitchen. 
Alan could not believe what he had just seen - not just 
the dirtiness of the whole scene, but Antonio's cock. It 
was limp but at least six inches long and about two 
inches across. Alan wondered what it looked like hard.

He returned with the drinks a minute later and Antonio 
and Lisa were chatting casually. Alan put the tray of 
drinks on the coffee-table and moved back towards the 
kitchen. Lisa spoke, "Alana, you are forgetting 
yourself, and our guest" her eyes twinkled. "Come back 
over here and offer Antonio something else" she paused 
"after all, that is your job..as a maid". Alan blushed 
once more and his cock twitched. He walked in front of 
Antonio and said "Is there anything else I can do for 
you sir?"

Antonio smiled. "Yes" he began, "get this hard for me" 
and placed a hand on his cock. Alan swallowed but knelt 
dutifully in front of Antonio and held his limp cock in 
his hand. It felt heavy and smooth. He rubbed it slowly 
a couple of times and noticed a slight weep of come 
around the eye. Lisa noticed it too as she was leaning 
forwards from the sofa. 

"You'd better not let that stain the carpet.." she 
trailed her words off. Alan knew what she meant and bent 
his head down to Antonio's cock and flicked his tongue 
over the head to lap up the offending droplet. It tasted 
salty but he felt the cock react when he did this. He 
flicked his tongue once more for good measure and could 
start to feel it stiffening.

However, it wasn't just Antonio's cock that was 
stiffening. Alan knew the dangers of letting his cock 
become an 'issue' in any proceedings. He rubbed Antonio 
a few more times and got him fully stiff. He nearly 
gasped when he saw the results of his handiwork. 
Antonio's cock was about 12" long and as thick as Alan's 
forearm. Alan felt the back of his throat go dry as he 
quickly calculated the possibilities that lay ahead. He 
must ensure he kept them both happy so that this 
'monster' wouldn't be let loose upon him. 

Alan leant back and stood up. It was then that Lisa 
noticed his bulge. "And WHAT is THAT?" she almost 
shrieked. Alan froze. Lisa walked towards him and said 
"I don't think that a good Maid should be showing 
something like THAT, do you?" The question needed no 
answer. She walked over to Alan and stood next to him, 
facing Antonio still seated in his chair. "Antonio, do 
you think she deserves to be punished?" Antonio was 
playing along "Certainly, but how severe should this 
punishment be?" and with that he rubbed his stiff cock. 
Lisa smiled and said "Alana, go upstairs and fetch my 
equipment from my bottom drawer and we can see about you 
punishment" and she slapped his arse. Alan quickly left 
the room and almost ran upstairs. He was trembling with 
a mixture of anticipation, excitement and fear.


Part Four

Alan returned with the 'equipment' as Lisa had put it. 
He had considered leaving some of it behind, but Lisa 
would know and the consequences would be even more dire. 
He laid it on the coffee table and stood back. Lisa and 
Antonio leaned forwards like children inspecting a cake 
laid before them. Alan picked up the penis collar and 
inspected it closely. Finally he said "What is this 
for?" Lisa took it from him and gave it Alan. "Show him" 
she directed. Alan lifted the hem of his uniform and 
showed the tops of his stockings and his tight shorts. 
He slipped the shorts down to his knees but Lisa 
instructed him to remove them fully. He did so and took 
the collar from her outstretched hand. He looked down at 
his swollen cock and knew that this wouldn't be easy. 

The collar was tight fitting when he was limp - he 
didn't know if he could put it on and if he couldn't he 
would arouse himself in the process (making matters 
worse) and incur Lisa's wrath. She saw the hesitation in 
his face. "NOW!" she shouted and both Alan and Antonio 
jumped. Alan pushed the tip of his cock through the 
collar but it wouldn't go any further. He stopped and 
looked up. He knew what to do now - this item had been 
used many times before as part of his training. 

"Please mistress" he began "I've been a naughty boy and 
I'm too excited to put it on". Lisa smiled and said 
"Very well, you know what to do". Alan retreated into 
the kitchen and waited for a few minutes until he had 
gone limp. He then quickly pushed the collar on whilst 
he had the chance. He pushed it to the base of his cock, 
leaving the head fully exposed as the foreskin was drawn 
back. It fitted tightly but not uncomfortably - for now.

Alan returned to the lounge to see Lisa reclining in the 
chair rubbing the 6" vibrator over her nipples. Antonio 
was relaxing in the other chair. He stared at Lisa. She 
looked straight back at him and licked her full, red 
lips.

Alan stiffened and the discomfort started almost 
immediately. The collar restricted his 'growth' and he 
could feel his whole cock throbbing as the blood forced 
its' way around his member. Lisa grinned. Antonio leant 
forwards and instructed 'Alana' to lift 'her' dress so 
that he could see what was going on. Alan blushed 
crimson. His cock was now pointing horizontally and was 
the shape of a dumbbell, squeezed to the width of Alan's 
thumb in the middle but almost as big as his fist at 
both ends. His scrotum had swollen also. 

"Oh dear" started Lisa, "that does look uncomfortable" 
and she leant back in her chair and lifted her legs wide 
onto the chair arms to show her wet pussy to both men. 
She brought the tip of the vibrator down to her lips and 
rubbed it slowly over their length - all the way down to 
her anus. "Alana darling, kneel before me and lick me 
out" she ordered. Alan winced a little but complied. 

As he knelt, his cock head brushed against his leg and 
the discomfort increased. He bent forwards to aim his 
tongue at her pussy but Lisa held him back with her 
hands on his shoulders. "Stop there" she said and 
motioned to Antonio to join in the fun. Antonio picked 
up the leather paddle and knelt behind Alan who was now 
bending forwards in front of Lisa with his arse fully 
exposed -framed by his garter belt and stockings. 
Antonio lifted his arm and brought the paddle down 
sharply across Alan's cheeks. 

Alan winced but he was used to this sort of treatment. 
And he knew better than to dare to cry out. Undeterred, 
Antonio swung again and again once more.

Frustrated by Alan's lack of reaction, Antonio spun 
round to look at the coffee table to see what other 
'equipment' might be used. He spied the butt-plug. A 4" 
long device that started slim but swelled out to be 4" 
in circumference and then back to slim again before a 
'T' piece finished it off - and to stop it disappearing 
forever into a waiting anus. Antonio picked up the plug 
and looked at Lisa who nodded her consent. Antonio 
pushed the plug against Alan puckered anus but realised 
some lubrication would be needed. He moved and held it 
directly in front of Alan's mouth. "Lick it" he said 
contemptuously. 

Alan coyly snaked his tongue out to flick over the cold 
plastic but realised that the wetter it was, the easier 
for him so he sucked it into his mouth to drench it in 
saliva. Antonio pulled it from him and pushed it back 
against his puckered arsehole. The tip entered Alan and 
a small push from Antonio was all it needed to slip into 
place. Alan grunted but liked the sensation, 
unfortunately the extra stimulation caused his cock to 
swell further making him bend in pain. Lisa looked down 
at him. "Sit over there" she said motioning to the sofa. 
Alan stood and walked carefully to the sofa making sure 
not to trap his cock when he sat. The pain was easing as 
his cock was getting used to its' restriction.

But Lisa wasn't finished. She already had one fucking 
from Antonio and wanted more. She rubbed the vibrator 
over her pussy lips and looked directly into Antonio's 
eyes. He needed no further encouragement and moved 
towards her. With his powerful arms he picked her up and 
turned her over so that her arms were over the back of 
the chair and her arse was raised up to the level of his 
massive cock. She was already wet and the first push of 
his hips thrust him into her. 

Lisa almost screamed as she felt the monster cock force 
a path inside of her. Antonio pulled back almost until 
he withdrew and pushed in again. Lisa bucked her 
shoulders backwards giving Antonio the chance to bring 
his hands to her tits. He pinched the nipples hard and 
thrust himself into her again. All this time, Alan was 
being forced to watch this. To watch his wife being 
fucked senseless whilst his cock was bound and next to 
useless.

Antonio quicken his thrusts a little but it was enough 
to send Lisa over the edge. She screamed and clawed at 
the chair finally burying her face into it as she came. 
Antonio stopped moving, he hadn't come but was close. He 
whispered in her ear and all Lisa could do was nod 
feebly. He withdrew from her and walked over to Alan. 
"Suck it" were his only words. By this time, Alan's cock 
was causing him pain again but he dutifully took the 
monster cock in both hands and fed the swollen head into 
his mouth. 

He tasted Lisa juices and licked them greedily before 
Antonio pushed a little and his mouth was filled with 
cock. Alan rubbed Antonio expertly whilst lick his head 
and pushing the tip of his tongue into the 'eye' where 
he could taste the drops of come. He pulled Antonio out 
as he came and let the spunk spurt over his face. After 
a couple of streams of come had landed on his cheek and 
chin, he took him into his mouth again to swallow the 
rest. It was hot and salty. Antonio stepped back and 
almost collapsed back into a chair. Lisa hadn't moved 
and so hadn't witnessed her husband being used that way.

It was then that Alan took a decision. The first real 
manly decision he had taken, with regard to his sex 
life, in quite a while. With the other two luxuriating 
in the post-come mood, he unstrapped the collar around 
his cock and shuddered as the blood filled his head. It 
throbbed greatly for a few seconds before relaxing. But 
he was still very stiff. He moved behind Lisa and 
expertly removed the butt plug. Without her even being 
aware of what was happening, he licked a finger and 
pushed it into her anus. Lisa lifted her head but very 
quickly, Alan removed his finger and pushed in the plug. 
Lisa howled in discomfort and started to remonstrate by 
shouting "HOW DARE..." but that was as far as she got 
before Alan shove the big black vibrator in her mouth 
and his cock into her wet pussy. He pushed and fucked 
her furiously for about a minute before he came. 

When he did come, he pushed still deeper to feel every 
inch of his cock in the warm wet flesh of his wife's 
pussy. Lisa had removed the vibrator but said nothing 
during this but as Alan increased his tempo she felt 
herself coming and when he came, he pushed her over the 
edge. He bent to whisper in her ear "This stops now. 
It's gone too far. You're MY wife and you'll behave that 
way - got it!"

It was not a question that required an answer and Lisa 
knew that. "Now, get rid of him, run me a bath and then 
prepare yourself to please ME, to do what I want, okay?" 

Lisa said "Yes, Master..." softly.

Alan had finally reclaimed his life.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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