My wife often brought visitors home from her work for dinner so I thought nothing of it in the beginning. Marsha was older than us dressed in businesswomen fashion. I thought her a bit butch and being as she was an older single woman it crossed my mine that perhaps she was a lesbian. She was polite and well mannered and seemed appreciative of having been invited to dinner. My wife was very solicitous towards her during dinner but this was not surprising as my wife was always and eager to please type. It was clear from their banter that they had gotten to know each other well at work although this was my first introduction to Marsha.
After Dinner we moved to the living room to watch a movie. As my wife settled into her traditional spot on the couch I noticed that Marsha was quick to set next to her usurping my usual spot. I tried not to read too much into it I had known that in my wife’s younger days she had been pursued a few times by women but never reciprocated. I remember one story from her college days were one woman kept asking out for a picnic. We used to laugh about how this woman had more that a picnic on her mind.
As the movie played on the two of them kept up their friendly banter. I begin to wonder if there was more to it then just friends from work. I detected an intimacy between them, as it was Marsha had shifted over on the couch so much that her leg was now touching my wife’s. Soon she was rubbing her thigh she saw me looking at the two of them I felt she was defying me to say something. In stead it was her who spoke first. ” So your wife tells me that you have shared her with other men while you watch how would you feel sharing her with another woman?” Her directness and domineering manner rolled over me I was at a lost of words and surprised that she knew such intimate details of our sex life. I had the feeling that even if I objected it was going to happen anyways. The thought of watching my wife with another did not exactly turn me off. ” Well ” I started to speak being careful of what I was going to say looking at my wife to judge her reaction to what Marsha had said. However before I has uttered my consent Marsha stood up helped my wife up off the couch and asked, “Where is the bedroom” grabbing my wife around the waist as she led the way. I could think of worse ways to spend an evening then watching my wife being pleasured by a woman. They led the way down the hall and as they approach the bedroom door I watch as Marsha tighten her grip on my wife’s waist and picked up the paced they passed through the half open door and as I started in Marsha pushed the bedroom door when the heel of her leather boot in my face glancing over her shoulder she uttered ” Not you hubby I will deal with you later” I stood in front of the closed door speechless not quite sure what had just happened. But it turned out to be the beginning of my descent into female servitude and humiliation from this woman who took what she wanted and was very use to getting her way
Originally posted 2016-02-13 12:16:40.