Lisa and Mac

Mac, my friend from work, had visited our house about half a dozen times since I had introduced him to my wife, Lisa, a month before. Lisa had always been in awe of strong men and Mac certainly had an aura of power about him. He had discovered that Lisa was a submissive. She wanted to be dominated. He had beaten her, bound her spread eagled on a home made frame and made her act on his commands in front of me. Although these acts had sexually excited both of us, I would never hurt my Lisa in the way he had dealt with her. We needed someone like Mac to give us both the thrill of, until then, undiscovered erotica.

The most erotic experience for me was when he had fucked her in my presence. He had fucked her well and, as I watched, I had nearly come. She was under his influence and she was enjoying the experience.

When he suggested that he should bring his friend John to help him with her training we had rejected the idea. We were a quiet private couple who did not want to draw attention to ourselves. Another strange man visiting our home could have raised questions with neighbours. But Mac was keen and after some discussion we agreed.

It was Saturday evening when Mac, who had dined with us, had summoned John to our house.

Mac had undone Lisa's pyjama top so he could have access to her breasts and had taken down her pyjama trousers when he placed her over his knees and smacked her bare bottom to prepare her for what was to follow. The door bell went and we all froze. Mac told Lisa to answer the door and welcome John. He told her to leave her pyjama top undone so that her breasts would be fully exposed when she greeted the stranger at the door.

Lisa brought him through to the sitting room. I shook hands with the large stranger. But he was not interested in me. He turned his attention to my wife who had remained at the entrance of the room, with her unbuttoned top only partially concealing her heaving 34 C breasts.

John approached her and pushed aside her blouse. Lisa's magnificent breasts stood out proudly. His hand engulfed one of her bosoms. "Wow. Fantastic," he said as he caressed the breast in front of us. Lisa was blushing, but was standing still. I offered John a drink and tore myself away to get him a beer and to get Mac and me a refill.

Throughout the last hour I had been semi erect the whole time. Now my cock was hardening again as I saw my wife being physically manipulated by those enormous hands.

When I returned Lisa was sitting on Mac's knee again. He was fondling her bottom as his other hand occasionally brushed open her top to fondle a nipple. John was standing. I noticed that he was about six inches taller than me. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his trousers. God, my wife had affected him. He was hardening already. I stood beside him after passing him a beer.

The three of us made polite, although stilted, conversation. John explained that he couldn't stay long as he had to get home. Mac tweaked one of Lisa's nipples. He turned her face towards him: "Shall we show John what we have learnt so far, Lisa?"

Lisa nodded silently. Mac made Lisa stand.

He got up with her, went to the holdall and got out the crop, the large leather strap which he used to beat her and the little breast whip. He laid them on the table. Lisa gave a little whimper as he connected the leash to her collar.

Mac gave John the crop. He gave Lisa a gentle stroke on her bottom. Lisa blushed red in shame as she stood in front of them both. "Take off your blouse," he told her. It was already unbuttoned so Lisa had no difficulty in letting it slip from her shoulders. She stood in front of them covering her breasts with her hands. It was an enormous embarrassment for her, exposing herself in front of this intimidating stranger.

John struck her again with the crop then pushed the end of it into the top of her trousers. Lisa knew what was expected of her. She slowly lowered her trousers to her ankles. She was now completely naked except for the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the large collar around her neck. Mac took the lead and held her head high with it. He turned her around with the lead so that John could see her whole body. John gave a slight whistle. "'Struth. Wow! Is she old enough?" He asked.

"Oh, yes, replied Mac. She has been married for seven years," he told him.

"My god, what a beauty." John said. "She is lovely. Just like an eighteen year old," he added. His large hands roamed over her buttocks covering them completely.

John stood in front of Lisa. One of his hands went to her bush. He looked into her eyes. "A natural blond, I see." He pulled her pubic hairs. Lisa winced but was breathing heavily which made her breasts rise and fall. He pulled away and slapped her bottom with the crop. "But next time I want you shaved," he told her as he continued to finger her blond bush.

"Oh! .....Yes, sir." she replied shyly.

John turned to me. "You are not going to cause any trouble, are you?"

Before I could respond Mac told him that we had signed the contract. John seemed satisfied with this. 'Fuck,' I thought. He probably knew what was in the contract. My cock was now solid.

Mac led Lisa on the leash around the room, first on her hands and knees, then on her hands and toes. There wasn't much room to manoeuvre however he lead her around the sofa several times. John gave her a little snap with the crop on the behind each time she passed. Mac led Lisa through the 'sit', 'down', 'up' and 'submit' positions she had learnt previously. She got into each position quickly, remaining there until she received the next command. By the end she was breathing hard with the exertion. He left her in the submit position; elbows on the floor, arms outstretched head in arms, bottom high. John put his hand on her bottom then between her legs to her pussy.

"Very impressive and...." He looked at his fingers. "Very wet." said John.

"Yes, she gets aroused when she knows what is to follow," Mac replied.

John told Lisa to keep her bottom high. "Let's see how well you manage this," he said. He delivered four hard and deliberate cuts of the crop on to her buttocks. But Lisa cried out with each strike and moved her hands to her bottom after the fourth. Slowly four red welts became visible on her bottom. Lisa cried gently as she rubbed her bottom. These strokes had definitely made a mark.

John leant down to Lisa's head on the carpet. His hand stroked her bottom. "You want more than that don't you girl?"

Lisa sobbed. "Yes, sir," she replied. His hand gave her a slap.

"I know you do. I can't wait to use the strap on you." Lisa let out a deep sigh. "You are looking forward to that aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," she cried..

"Let's have her on the frame." John said. It was difficult to work out who was in charge here. At some stages Mac seemed to be the lead but John was not holding back with his requirements.

"Frame, Lisa," Mac ordered.

Lisa stood and went to the frame. She positioned herself with her hands up and legs spread ready to have her cuffs shackled. Mac took her lead and quickly fastened it to the centre of the cross pillar, keeping her head held high. Then John took one side and Mac the other each securing a leg and a wrist. The two men worked efficiently and she was spread eagled and secured in less than a couple of minutes.

Without a word Mac took up the viscous strap Lisa had previously experienced and John took up the small whip. They circled her body touching her with their hands or the strap or whip.

Lisa was distressed. Her eyes were wide open watching them closely and she was breathing quickly and deeply. She started whimpering.

"Ready, Lisa?" Mac asked as he paused in front of her and pulled a nipple.

"Yes, Master," whispered Lisa. She unexpectedly stood proud and pushed out her breasts. The nipples were hard.

They circled her slowly building up the tension. Mac started strapping her back, thighs and bottom with fairly gentle slaps. John was applying the small whip to the front of her body, taking particular care to ensure that her breasts received their fair share of attention. Every now and then he stopped to place his hands on her breasts as he fondled them with his giant paws.

The blows from both the strap and little whip were getting harder. Lisa was turning her body from left to right in order to try and avoid them. But she was tightly secured and had limited ability to move, and no ability to avoid the strikes. Lisa was crying out each time the strap hit her but seemed to take the whip in her stride. Mac was applying the strap randomly on her back but concentrating on her buttocks. John seemed to concentrate on her breasts but also used the whip on her stomach and thighs. Every now and then John would stop and grab a nipple to play with. At one stage he put his lips to her nipple and suckled from her. After five minutes Mac called a halt. Lisa was sobbing and was still squirming to avoid further strikes. Both men were perspiring and breathing hard.

They left Lisa on the frame and sat down on the sofa and easy chair. I replenished both beers.

John turned to me: "What's the matter with you then, can't you get it up? He asked out of the blue.

"I don't have that problem." I replied.

"What is it then. Do you like it with blokes then?"

"No, certainly not. I am not gay. It is just that Lisa needs more than I can provide and I want her to be happy. Lisa and I have a very good sex life thank you."

"What then? Does she like it rough?" He asked.

"Well, she sort of likes the euphoria and the anticipation of pain. She likes being beaten and I am not into that sort of thing. I would never want to hurt her."

"But you enjoy watching?"

"Yes," I hesitated. "I enjoy seeing other men... sort of..... in charge of her."

"So you want other men to dominate your wife?"

"It is difficult to explain. But ...... well....yes. We both like it when another man....." This conversation was making me incredibly awkward. But I was also hard! I really couldn't explain it.

John looked at me. "When another man fucks her?"

I looked across at Lisa. "Yes, when another man fucks her." I agreed.

He turned to Mac. "I don't have much time. Let's get on."

They put their beers down, got up and went to Lisa who was by now only letting out the occasional sob. There were tears down her cheeks. The two men walked around my suspended wife, each touching her as they circled her body. They rubbed her bottom and her breasts. John took a nipple and pulled it. Lisa gave a little cry and tried to move back.

Mac was in front of her with his hand gently rubbing her pussy. "Oh, please...." she said.

"Please what, Lisa?" He asked. John was behind her. I saw that he had picked up the strap.

"God, I want it. Please" she replied. John caressed her bottom with the strap.

Mac put his face close to hers. His hand continued its rubbing. His other hand went to her left breast and took the nipple in his fingers. "But first Lisa, John needs to apply a bit more strap." She sobbed. "Ready to carry on, Lisa?" Her nipples were as large as I had ever seen them as he pulled one hard.

"Yes, Master. But please not too hard." John raised the strap and gave her a hard strike on her bottom. Lisa let out a cry. "God, that was so painful." She told him. He struck again.

Mac had picked up the little whip. He raised the whip and struck her breasts. Lisa winced. He struck again and again. But Mac was comparatively gentle with her. Lisa moaned.

Soon there was a rhythm in their actions. Mac continued snapping the little whip on Lisa's breasts, tummy and thighs. John's actions were slower, more methodical and significantly more harsh. If Mac was going easy on her, John certainly was not. He would line up the strap on her bottom, perhaps deliver a couple of aiming strikes then strike hard. Most of his strokes went to her bottom but occasionally he would strike her thighs or back. John's deliveries were much more severe than Mac had been previously. Lisa was crying out at each strike, trying to avoid the blows as she twisted her body away.

After five minutes her bottom was a deep red, and her back and thighs bore significant marks of the strap. Mac was by now applying the whip to her pussy with alternating upward and downward strokes. Lisa was crying and moving as much as she was able but she was unable to avoid the blows.

The two men said something to each other but I had difficulty hearing them. I understood that John would have to leave soon. He was anxious about getting somewhere. (I found out later that he was married!) Together they released Lisa's wrist and ankle cuffs.

Mac took her leash and led her to the centre of the room. 'Up' he commanded. She sat as she had been instructed; on her haunches with her upper body held high and her hands behind her head. Mac stood behind her straddling her legs and gently holding her shoulders. My wife looked incredibly lovely as she wantonly displayed her full, but now red, breasts with their firm nipples in a brazen attitude for the three of us to admire. The atmosphere in the room was electric. John stood in front of her. He gently stroked her hair and pushed it back from her face.

"You're going to thank me nicely now, aren't you?" He said. He took her hands gently and put them on his hips. Lisa flicked her tongue over her wet lips as she held the band of his jogging pants.

I was achingly hard as I watched. I could feel the build up in my loins. We were all silent other than the deep breathing from each of us. My heart was pounding in my chest.

She looked across to me then withdrew her hands and placed them on her thighs. It was a small act of defiance. John slapped her face. It was not a hard slap but it conveyed a meaning. She looked up into his face, then at me again before putting her hands back on his hips. John looked across and scowled at me. "Tell her." He said. I could see the outline of his cock down one thigh. It was big!

"Lisa, take out his cock." I told her. She knew what to do but she hesitated. Her hands went to the cord in the front top band of his trousers. Slowly she undid it.

I couldn't help but watch in excitement as she lowered his trousers and he stepped out of them. His boxers had a big bulge down to one side. She shivered with fright as she put her hands on the elastic top band and lowered them. She licked her lips again. 'God this is exciting,' she thought to herself. 'Was her husband watching?' Suddenly, it flopped out fully exposed. Wow! Well. Yes. Mac was not kidding when he said that he was well hung. Very well hung. His cock was impressive at about eight inches and as round as a cucumber. It was not even fully erect hanging down in front of my wife's face. Lisa looked at it; so close, so available. This is the man who beat her so hard moments before. 'What would her husband say?' I was mesmerised but had nothing to say.

Mac held her shoulders firmly from behind, effectively holding her body up. John slapped her face and she gave a little cry. He took his cock in his hand and slapped her face with it. He pushed it over her cheeks up to her eyes then down to her mouth. Lisa's tongue came out as she was pushed forward by Mac. She licked her lips, then kissed the cock gently. Her eyes made contact with John's. She gave the top of the cock a gentle frightened lick. John groaned.

She turned and looked at me again as if to seek approval. I nodded at her. She took on a new life as she took the cock in her hands and her tongue came out again as she licked the full length including the underside. John sighed. He rubbed the cock over her face again. The cock was lengthening as she caressed it. What had Mac said? 'Hung like a donkey?' Some donkey! Yes, Mac had been right. John's now erect cock was a full ten inches, just short of the length of a twelve inch ruler. The bulbous swollen purple head like a large mushroom.

She guided the knob towards her mouth with her hands as Mac's hands went from her shoulders to wrap around her breasts. She had to open her mouth wide to take the head, managing initially just the mushroom bulb, then as much of the length of the stem that she could manage. John was in ecstasy as he grabbed her head with both his hands. He manoeuvred her so that his penis would penetrate, then slowly exit, her mouth. Mac's hands were now fondling her breasts, firmly. John was controlling the movement of her head, Lisa's hands gripped John's buttocks pulling him in in time of his thrusts. But she could only take about a quarter of his length as she choked as she tried to take it down her throat.

Lisa had told me that she had only ever taken one man in her mouth and that was before we married. Was this only her second time? She and I had never practised fellatio as I had thought it to be disgusting. But I couldn't help but be turned on by the incredible sight that I was now witnessing. John, with his large thick cock was acting as a piston in and out of my wife's mouth. He was intensely aroused as he grunted with his efforts. It was so very erotic as she took him down her throat.

John's movements intensified then stopped. He was in as deep as he could be, although there was still at least six inches remaining out. He suddenly stopped, held still and let out a loud grunt. Lisa swallowed. He had started to come. Lisa swallowed again. For a full twenty seconds I could tell that he was spurting his spunk into my wife's mouth. Lisa swallowed, then again and again. But she couldn't prevent the extensive dribble of semen that came out of the corner of her mouth landing on her thighs, then on the carpet.

Shortly he was done. He withdrew his tool from her face. It was shiny, covered in mucus. He put it to her lips and she took it back into her mouth again, this time sucking and licking it until it was clean.

John hurriedly got dressed. Mac sat down on the sofa and made Lisa sit on his knees. We were all exhausted breathing hard. John was dressed and went across the room to Lisa. He took her head in his hands and kissed her on her lips. "That was fantastic. You did well."

I escorted him to the door. As he left he grabbed my hand to shake. "You have a lovely wife." I agreed with him.

"I hope that I can visit again."

"We will have to see," I replied.

"I would like to take her to my Club." He told me. "But that will be later. She will need more training before we take her." I did not reply. I had no idea what he was talking about when he mentioned the Club. I didn't ask. In any case I was not sure that I wanted him involved with my Lisa again. He had been too strict, too harsh and too severe with the strap. As he went out of the door he turned to me. "Next time have her in stockings."

When I returned to the sitting room Mac was standing with Lisa. He was in a hurry to get her upstairs. Lisa led the way to our bedroom with Mac and me following.

Lisa was told to lie on the bed on her front. I got the ointment from the bedside drawer and gave it to Mac. Together we applied the balm to Lisa's back, Mac concentrating on her bum while I concentrated on her back, then her thighs. "You took it well today," he told her as we worked the oil into her body.

Lisa moaned. Her back and buttocks had several red stripes from the strap and crop which intermingled to form a gentle red tone to her whole back. But she had not been seriously hurt and the skin was not broken. He gave her bottom a slap and told her to turn over. We applied the ointment to her front. I was hard as I lovingly applied the ointment to her thighs and Mac concentrated on massaging her breasts. He rubbed each breast and I could see her nipples protrude. He took a nipple in his fingers and twisted, first gently then with more vigour. Lisa looked at him then winced and gave a little cry. My cock was solid as I watched. I rubbed her thighs up to her labia. She was very wet with her juices dribbling on to the sheet. I gently pushed in a finger. Lisa was breathing rapidly. I exercised the finger.