I have had the most exciting year! I have had a fantasy revolving around female domination, but my wife was never willing to indulge in the fantasy with me. Then my birthday came. At the end of the day, Diane had still not given me a present. When I went to get into bed, I found a brightly wrapped box sitting on my pillow. I opened it to find a photo album. Inside was a picture of Diane in a lacy white dress. The lighting was such that her silhouette was visible through her dress.
I was confused though since this was the only picture in the album although there were several empty pages. Just then Diane came into the bedroom wearing a very sexy teddy. She wished me “Happy Birthday” and then kissed me deeply. The kiss led to a leisurely session of foreplay. Some time later Diane climbed astride me and began to slowly ride my cock. She asked me if I had enjoyed my present. I told her that I had, but that I was wondering about the empty pages. Diane then informed me that there was a second part of the gift. She advised me that she was now willing to indulge in my female domination fantasy for one year. This news excited me and the rate of my thrusts increased making my wife’s ride a bit bumpier. Diane told me that for the next year, I was to act as her sexual slave. She would decide when, where and how we had sex. She would decide when I could come. I was never to turn down any sexual demand of hers – no matter how outrageous. And finally, one night a month, I was to pick-up and take care of the kids while she went out on the town. I was not to ask her any questions about her evenings out and on those nights I would find a package containing more photos for my album.
Diane then said that if I broke any of her rules at any time, that the fantasy would immediately end and she would never indulge my fantasy again. She then asked if I was willing to accept the rest of my present. I yelled “Yes!” just as I exploded deep in her pussy. “Great” she said, “Now you can start being my slave and clean up your mess.” With that she lifted herself from my cock and straddled my face. She had shaved her pussy a few days before and her slick cunt was wet and sticky from our combined juices. She rode my tongue and made me lap up my come until she had two powerful orgasms.
I spent the next month learning my role as a sex slave. I learned how to eat pussy for hours on end and I became an expert at massage. Then one Friday afternoon I received a call from Diane. She told me that I was to take care of the kids and that she would be home later. She also told me that I would find an envelop of pictures under my pillow. My cock swelled in anticipation.
I got the kids fed, bathed and asleep in record time. I crawled into bed and opened the envelope. Inside was a picture of Diane in the same white dress that she had on in the first picture. However, in this one she was kissing a tall black man. His back was to the camera, but I could clearly see that his hand was inside the top of the dress and cupping her left breast. The picture was so exciting that despite my mistress’ strict warning, I began to masturbate and quickly came all over the sheet.
At about 2 a.m. I heard Diane’s car pull into the garage. She came into the bedroom and when I told her I was awake she turned on the light so I could watch her undress. She took off her high heels. With her back to me, she slipped out of her dress to show that she was only wearing a garter belt and stockings! She came over to the side of the bed and placed a foot on the rail of the waterbed and slowly rolled off her stockings. First one leg and then the other. This put her pussy only inches away from me. She had begun to let her pubic hair grow back and it was now a nice downy patch around her pussy lips. Her pubic hair was wet and matted and the musky smell of sex permeated the air. There was no doubt that she had been freshly fucked.
As she undressed she asked how I had enjoyed the picture. I told her that it was great and then asked who the man was. She whirled around and slapped me hard across the face. “No questions are allowed” she snarled. Then she smiled, “I guess you can have one mistake, but don’t make it again.” She then climbed into bed and immediately straddled my face. I began to lick her slit and sample the salty taste of another man’s sperm in her warm pussy. “His name is Steve” she whispered. When she had had an orgasm my wife rolled off my face and pointed to the wet spot on the sheet. She asked if I had masturbated and when I sheepishly admitted that I had, she said “Well, I hope it was good because you won’t have another orgasm for a month!”
True to her word, one month later I still had not enjoyed an orgasm. She, however, had a very active month with nightly bouts with one of her vibrators or my nimble tongue. Again, I received a call at work with my wife advising me that she was again going out on the town. Once the kids were in bed I found my promised envelope and quickly opened it. Inside was a another picture of Diane and Steve. This time she was facing the camera with Steve standing behind her. Her dress was gone and she was wearing a matching white bra, garter belt and panties with white stockings. Her bra was half off and Steve was cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers and nuzzling her neck. From the expression on her face she was clearly enjoying his attention.
I awoke when Diane kissed me at 3 a.m. She had already stripped and crawled into bed. The moment I saw her, my cock sprang to attention. She reached under the covers and felt my rigid cock. She smiled and said, “I see you were able to control yourself, so I guess you may have a reward tonight.” She then arranged herself on top of me into a sixty-nine position. Her pussy was wet and salty and I knew that I was licking another man’s come from her cunt. Diane said that she would suck me, but I was not to come in her mouth and was to give her plenty of warning before I came. Given my month of forced celibacy, I was ready to shoot in no time. I yelled that I was near and she rolled off me and pushed my legs up over my head. She then grabbed my cock and began pumping it. I shot what seemed like gallons of come all over my face. Laughing, Diane crawled to her side of the bed and went to sleep.
During the next month, I did something that caused her displeasure which resulted in her shaving my pubic hair and being refused any sexual release until it had grown back to her satisfaction. Thus, when it came time for her evening out, I had not enjoyed an orgasm for almost two weeks. This time my envelope seemed thicker and when I opened it four photos tumbled out. In all the pictures, Diane was wearing nothing but the garter belt, hose and panties — her bra was now gone. The first picture showed my wife ripping Steve’s shirt open. Her arms were a blur and some of the buttons were caught in mid-flight. The second photo showed off Steve’s flat stomach and muscled chest. Diane was pulling the remnants of his shirt off of his arms while sucking one of his nipples. In the third picture Steve’s shirt was gone and Diane was reaching for the buckle of his belt. In the last photo Steve’s pants were gone and my wife was on her knees before him, her hands tugging at the waist band of his bikini undershorts while she ogled the obvious bulge in his briefs.
At about 2 a.m. Diane arrived home. She stood over the bed with a pair of shiny handcuffs dangling from her finger. She ordered me out of bed to kneel at her feet. I immediately obeyed and she sat in a chair and removed her shoes. With her stockinged foot she tickled my balls and cock saying how pitiful I looked with my stubble of pubic hair. With that she proceeded to lock my hands behind my back with the handcuffs. She then piled all the pillows into a mound on the bed. Stepping out of her dress she climbed on the bed and knelt over the mound of pillows. In this position her butt was raised up high and beautifully framed by her garters. She ordered me to climb on the bed and kneel behind her. Thinking that I was to be allowed to fuck her ass, I quickly complied. However, as I climbed on the bed, she reached up on the headboard and grabbed her six inch vibrator. She flicked it on and pushed it into my mouth. “Fuck my ass with this slave” she said mockingly. I lowered my head and pushed the phallus into her ass. Her rear passage was already wet and slick and she showed no pain or discomfort from the penetration. Clearly someone had recently plowed this passage! As I worked her ass with the vibrator, she reached for my photo album and began to flip through the pages. She began to taunt me by commenting on Steve’s ebony body and muscular build. When she reached the last page showing her pulling down his briefs she giggled and said, “Just wait until you see his cock!” With that my cock erupted even though I had not touched it. Diane felt some of my come hit her leg and she laughed. She then began pushing her ass back against the vibrator and after a few minutes she had a satisfying orgasm. She pulled away from the vibrator and took it from my mouth. Then she pushed my face into the pool of sperm and made me lick it up. I spent the night in the handcuffs and she refused to remove them until the next morning — after she had reshaved my pubic hair!
I made a concerted effort to be especially attentive to my wife’s needs and desires for the next month so that by the time her next night out came around my cock and balls were surround by a sparse growth of hair. This time the envelope only contained two photos. The first showed Diane pulling down Steve’s underwear to reveal a long and thick cock. In the first picture his cock was only semi-erect, but still impressive. The second photo showed his cock fully erect at about eight inches with my wife on her knees licking it. After going another month without coming, it took a supreme effort of will and a fast cold shower to keep from spurting my load. At three a.m. my wife arrived home. The first thing she did was to check how hard my cock was to see if I had come from looking at her latest photos. When she was satisfied that I had been good she instructed me to kneel at the foot of her chair. She fastened the handcuffs on my wrists securing my hands behind my back. Stripping off her dress and damp panties she grabbed an eight inch vibrator and sat in front of me. She began to massage my cock and balls with her stockinged feet as she slid the pulsating vibrator into her pussy, its swollen lips gripping the pliable plastic. Warning that I was not to come, she ordered that I describe how beautiful Steve’s cock was. I cannot describe the tension created by being forced to praise another man’s penis while a beautiful woman caressed my engorged cock and balls with the silk of her stockings and watching her large vibrator stroking in and out of her cunt, already coated with juices that I knew were sperm. After fifteen minutes of this torture, my wife’s feet fell from my cock and she concentrated solely on bringing herself to orgasm. Although I felt like I had just run a marathon, I had not come! Although I was pleased with my performance, Diane was not. She insisted that I had not been generous enough in my praise of Steve’s cock. Although I begged and pleaded, I went to bed that night once again clean shaven.
After two months of tongue baths, massages, and utter devotion to Diane and with no relief for myself, my cock was super sensitive. It was constantly erect and threatened to explode at the slightest stimulation — just putting on my pants was a torture. Arriving home on the appointed night, I was surprised to find Diane’s car parked in the garage. Fearing that she must be sick I hustled the kids inside, but found no trace of her. There was no note, but an envelope was neatly tucked under my pillow so I went through my normal evening routine. Once the kids were asleep I stripped and pulled the envelope from under my pillow. Sitting on the bed I ripped open the flap and discovered two pictures. The first I expected. It was a close-up of Diane on her knees with most of Steve’s cock stuffed in her mouth. The second picture was a total surprise. It was a close-up which showed my wife kneeling and facing the camera. In her right hand she held Steve’s erect penis and she was licking the head of his cock. In her left hand she was holding a stiff white penis and was licking its head at the same time! This new cock was also about eight inches long, but not as thick as Steves.
The moment I saw this second picture, my cock spurted its load. The first pulse sent a stream of come splashing against the wall five feet away! In seconds I was drenched in sperm. Although the relief was fantastic, I knew that I was in trouble.