I sat there and reviewed the day's events.
I had found out that my wife Cindy had been searching elsewhere for someone to dominate her, afraid to try it at home with me. After poking around the internet, it turned out that our neighbor across the street had "volunteered", but had only wanted to try to fuck her. They were caught by his wife and then I found out. I was going to throw her out on her ass, but something about the idea appealed to me; and then there was the fact that I still loved that damn woman!
Instead, partly because I wanted to try it and partly just to get back at her, I spanked her, made her blow me, forced her to help me fuck our neighbor Emily (the one whose husband had volunteered to dominate her), and even had her lick my cum off Emily's body. She had stated that she loved every minute of it. Apparently, it had been one of her secret fantasies that she felt we could not do. However, once we had been through her punishment, she was looking to continue her temporary "enslavement", and I was willing to try to learn, too.
We were still sitting on the sofa and she had admitted her desire to continue, so I asked her who at work she had heard describe it. She admitted that it was a woman named Jennifer who lived a couple of blocks away. Jennifer did not discuss it with Cindy, but she overheard her telling another woman about it. I considered having her ask Jennifer over, but thought that it would have to wait. For now, it was approaching 3pm and we had 6 guests arriving for a cookout at 6. It was three couples that we had known for a while and used to work with before changing companies. Since they were not current fellow employees and they didn't live right next door, I decided to push Cindy some more.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
She looked directly at me for about 30 seconds, and I could see the wheels turning. "Yes. I am completely enthralled with what just happened and I am going to put myself in your hands for this. I know that you love me, because you didn't immediately throw me out. I also know that what we just did was partly to make me do it just to get back for me fucking with Robert. I'm okay with that. For some reason, every part of it excited me more than I have ever been before. I want to do whatever you want to do and I hope that we can stay together and enjoy this."
I looked at her closely. I was mulling what to do next and decided that we'd start by seeing how far she would go with some friends. "Do you know that little yellow sundress that you have?"
"Yes, sir." She said, returning to the submissive talk.
"I want you to wear it tonight for the party... without anything else under it."
She looked at me and I could see what she thought of that. It was fairly thin. Not transparent, but thin enough and tight enough that everyone would know that she had nothing on. However, to her credit, she did not consider it for long. "Yes, sir."
I smiled and got up. "Now come into the shower with me and get me ready for the party."
She followed me upstairs, prepared the shower, got in with me, and washed me very thoroughly. I let her wash my ass and dick, but I kept her from spending too much time on it as I wanted to recover from the afternoon and be ready for some evening fun.
Finally, at 6:15, a little late, the guests started arriving. Cindy was a vision in the yellow dress. She didn't look slutty, but if you looked closely, you could see her nipples poking against the fabric and tell that when it stretched over her ass that there was nothing underneath. I couldn't wait to see her backlit by the sun outside. I knew that it would be easy to see a perfect outline of her body.
I started the grill and cooking and the guys gathered with me while Cindy discussed work and other things with the women in the kitchen.
There was nothing but small talk and finally the food and drinks were all ready and we sat down on the deck to enjoy the meal. I watched Cindy closely to see how she looked. She looked fantastic to me, but then she always had. In that little sundress you could see that there were no underwear lines and if you looked closely, that her nipples were noticeable. I was watching my guests to see who was checking her out. The guys were just checking her out briefly, but nothing too obvious. However, one of the women, Sam (Samantha), was almost staring every time Cindy was near her. I could see her making sure that she and Cindy touched and rubbed against each other. This was a very surprising development. I didn't know what to think of it at first. I looked at her husband Bill and he was chatting with the others, not really paying attention to Cindy or his wife. Nobody was paying attention to me, so at one point, when I was standing behind most of the folks retrieving beers, and Sam was ogling Cindy, I stared at her until she noticed it. She looked at me, knowing she had been caught staring at Cindy, and blushed... deeply. There was definitely something going on there.
I went back to the normal banter and every once in a while looked up at Sam. She would glance up at me periodically and then look away quickly. I decided to push it.
I noticed when Sam finished her wine and since the wine was in the house, I waited until she went inside to go get more. I immediately stood up and asked if anyone else needed anything from inside and followed closely on her heels. She turned her back to me and proceeded to pour the wine, trying to ignore me. For a second I took in her physique. She was tall and thin, with probably A-cup tits. She was above average looking, but she and her husband always seemed to hint of being a little staid. She was wearing a jean skirt that went to her knees and a white buttoned princess blouse that showed a hint of her skin colored bra. I decided not to let her ignore me. I walked up directly beside her, put my arm around her shoulders and said, "Cindy really does look ravishing tonight, doesn't she?"
Sam almost dropped the bottle of wine. "Sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I was trying to figure out if she was wearing anything under it, and I guess I stared too long."
Push, push. "I thought maybe you were checking out her assets." I said it with a chuckle like I was kidding; but of course I wasn't. "And just to verify it for you, yes, that dress is the only thing she is wearing. Anything else you'd like to know?"
She just looked at me, apprehension on her face.
I continued on. "She sure does look good in it, doesn't she? You can see her nipples all the time... and her ass is just too perfect."
Sam blushed and looked up at me. "She always has been a beautiful woman. I would never have the nerve to go without a bra or panties in front of a bunch of people."
"It wasn't her choice or decision."
Now Sam looked at me closely. "You made her do it?"
"Yes. I ordered her to and her submissive side agreed."
Sam's eyes widened a little and she looked at me with her eyes downcast a little. "Are you guys doing a dom/sub thing now?
"Yes." I answered. I looked at her and she suddenly was extremely attractive to me. I think it was the way she had lowered her eyes; like she wanted me to dominate her as well. I decided at this point I had nothing to lose. "And while we are on the subject, I want you to remove your panties, too. Right now. Right here. Give me your panties."
"Wait a minute. I don't know what you think...." She started talking but I interrupted her.
"You know you want it. I could see it in your eyes when you asked about me and Cindy. Yes, we are doing the dom/sub 'thing'. So please remove your panties before I punish you for disobeying."
Sam stared at me. I could see her hesitation, but this was a good thing. She wasn't screaming at me or pissed off at me making such an assumption. She just looked a little unsure about it, and I gave her a second and then snapped my fingers. "C'mon. Get on with it."
Without another word, Sam looked around to make sure she was out of sight of the others, and then raised her skirt up to reach her panties. I was standing next to her and could see her tight little ass and the hint of her sex as she reached for the sides of her panties. She instantly pulled them down to the floor, letting her skirt slide back down before I saw very much, and stepped out of them. She stooped down, picked them up , and handed them to me. They were just a bit damp. I didn't know if that was sweat or she was getting turned on, so I slowly raised them to my face to smell them. Sam watched, enraptured by this. When I got them to my nose I took a good whiff and said "Hmmm. Your pussy smells very good. I think you are getting turned on by this, aren't you?"
"No!" Sam answered me quickly. I raised my eyebrows at her questioningly and held her panties up to my nose. She lowered her gaze and said quietly. "Yes."
"Are you turned on by the fact that you gave your panties to me? That someone ordered you to do it? Or were you already turned on by my wife's predicament?"
"Yes... to everything." She whispered, her eyes still downcast.