The next couple of months were the most joyful of my life.
Every Friday Benjamin came over for supper with me and Sal. Occasionally Benjamin would call me on my cell phone earlier in the afternoon and let me know that he would be bringing over with him the drinks along with some fried chicken, Chinese take out, hamburgers and French fries, a couple of pizzas, or whatever he picked up.
Then after we ate, we would all go into the living room where Sal would watch Benjamin fuck me. Sometimes Sal would have me suck him off while Benjamin screwed me and a couple of times he even fucked me while I sucked Benjamin's dick. But most of the time he just masturbated into a handkerchief while Benjamin and I had sex.
More often than not, he had me do a little strip for them before the sex started, just like I did earlier -- although I stopped dressing up for the threesomes. I merely wore the clothes I had on during the day, especially if I worked that day. Several times Sal had me eat in the nude. He would also regularly turn on some ballgame after the three of us did our thing and tell Benjamin and I to go shower together.
Also, Sal would frequently go to Sam's house for an overnight fishing or hunting trip, leaving me and Benjamin with each other Friday night. A number of times he even stayed at Sam's all weekend.
I really looked forward to those occasions I had quality time alone with Benjamin. The sex between the two of us was very rewarding and educational. Sal never talked about sexual things; he just screwed me and then went to sleep. But Benjamin not only helped me learn more about bondage and discipline he also taught me about sexual things that I never knew before.
For example, I never knew that some societies consider homosexual acts to be normal sex. Also, four million years our australopithecine ancestors selected mates based upon physical characteristics that were sexually appealing to them. Those characteristics evolved to what men and women physically look like today. It made me wonder what was on the minds of male and female australopithecines when they chose a mate.
Benjamin also came over every Monday and Thursday evenings on those nights that Sal went with Sam for a couple of beers. Sal knew what I was doing. Once he even asked me how things were progressing between Benjamin and me. He didn't seem to care about what was happening. After a while, I didn't care any more either.
Sal and I were growing further and further apart while Benjamin and I were drawn closer together. I was also drawn deeper and deeper into bondage and discipline. Almost every time Benjamin and I were alone together he would chastise my flesh in some fashion or another. Although I looked forward to the vanilla sex we had when we were alone, it got so that whenever we were alone I expected him to torture me sexually. Indeed, I wanted him to make me suffer, to punish me. I turned into a real pain slut.
I never did find out why Sal originally invited Benjamin over to fuck me or why he allowed our sexual encounters to continue. Every time I approached the subject he just said it was to bring more adventure into our sex life. But I knew it was more than just that.
For a while I thought it was because he wanted to end the marriage. But when I asked him about it he said that he was content with the way the marriage was going. Eventually I stopped asking questions all together and accepted things the way they were.
Then one day it hit me: Sal was a voyeur. My husband got his jollies off just watching me walk around the house naked and watching Benjamin screw me every now and then. Wow! When I came to that realization, you could have knocked me over with a feather. That had to be it. Why else would a man invite his neighbor over to fuck his wife and then just watch the two of them do it? Eventually I just accepted that too.
Benjamin was also somewhat secretive. Every time I asked him where his own house was he would answer me, 'you'll find out soon enough.' He answered every one of my questions except that one. He gave me his cell phone number and his e-mail address -- both of which I frequently used. But he refused to give me the address of his own house or his business phone number.
I want to point out that when Benjamin gave me his cell phone number and his e-mail address he cautioned me about sending sexually explicit information over the airways and the Internet. He said that everything I say over a cell phone can be picked up by anyone with the proper equipment and anything I send to him in an e-mail is stored in the memory of the server. There it is accessible to anyone with the knowhow to retrieve it.
So, I have been very careful about what I say to Benjamin when we are talking on the phone and what I e-mail to him. I never talk about sexual things and I never send him nude pictures of myself or sexually explicit information.
Getting back to Benjamin's address, once when he was using the toilet I tried to sneak a peak in his wallet. It was a Thursday. We had just finished having sex and were lying together in the bed relaxing and talking. He got up and went into the bathroom. His clothes were lying next to his gym bag where he usually put them.
The door to the bathroom was closed. I tiptoed over to where his clothes were lying and took his wallet out of the pants pocket. He caught me just as I pulled his wallet out of his pants.
Surprised, I jumped up and put my hands behind my back, vainly hoping that he didn't see the wallet.
"What are you doing?" he sternly asked.
I lowered my head. I was embarrassed. I didn't answer him; I just showed him the wallet.
He took the wallet out of my hands and put it into his gym bag.
"You were trying to find out my home address, weren't you?" he continued, still rather harshly.
"Yes Sir," Is all I said.
"Didn't I tell you that you would find out soon enough? Don't you trust me?"
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir. It won't happen again."
"I'm sure it won't. Now kneel on the bed and put your naked ass in the air."
He then beat my ass with the belt from his pants. I don't know how many times he smacked my butt -- maybe a dozen or so times -- but the hits were hard and they hurt. The spanking left me crying uncontrollably. I felt like a little girl who was punished for disobeying her parents.
Nor was the spanking intended to arouse me sexually as his spankings usually did.
When he finally stopped beating me, he barked, "Do you still wish to be my sex slave when I come over here?"
"Yes Sir," I said through my tears.
"Then you must learn to trust me. You do trust me, don't you?"
"Yes Sir, I would trust you with my life."
Before that moment I never fully realized just how much I trusted Benjamin. Many times he had me alone in the house. I let him tie me up, blindfold me and then do whatever he wanted to me. He was never brutal or anything -- except for this particular spanking. But still, with my hands tied behind my back, he could have really hurt me if he had a mind to and there was nothing that I could have done to stop him.
Even when he ordered me to kneel on the bed and put my naked ass in the air a few moments earlier, I knew what he was going to do to me. I knew that I was going to get the ass beating of my life. But I didn't hesitate to follow his command.
