Mandy Takes Control 1

Mandy takes Control

Part 1

It had been a few weeks since I split with my husband. I had enjoyed my new independence. My married sex life had been very restricted although it transpired that my husband had been spreading his favours.

I signed up for a porn website on a whim. Once registered, I realised that women were in a small minority and I instantly became very popular, receiving dozens of messages. I started to enjoy the attention and compliments I received from so many guys. I had never been the centre of attention before. My ex-husband had been protective and rather jealous. My sexual horizons had been very limited. But now, my eyes were opened to a whole world of sexy possibilities. My confidence grew.

Since the split, I hadn't been with another man. But it was time. And I had a plan.

The first move was to select the players. The website gave me lots of candidates although I had said I would never meet anyone. I selected two guys with whom I had developed a message relationship. They had been the most enthusiastic and articulate at online messaging and were clearly both keen and biddable. I asked them if they wanted to meet me, initially just to talk. Boy, were they keen!

I fixed meetings after work at a pub in London -- deliberately a public place. The first guy was Burns -- an interesting, artistic guy in his late 30s with a slim body and a twinkle in his eye. We had a lot in common and I liked him. We talked for a while over our drinks and I explained what I wanted from him. He agreed, kept on talking and was reluctant to leave when I sent him home.

The second meeting was with Matt, who was in his 50s (he was a bit vague about age) and a bigger guy -- an ex rugby player who must have been 6ft 6ins. To be honest, he was older than I had wanted but he was such a nice, genuine guy that I couldn't help but like him. He passed my test and got his instructions for the following week.

The third guy was someone I already knew so he just needed a telephone call. I didn't give him as much detail as the other two so he was very curious to know why I wanted him but he agreed to what I asked.

I was nervous but the stage was now set.

Part 2

The big day arrived. I was pleased with my new flat in London and had furnished it how I wanted -- another new start in my life.

The doorbell rang and Matt was first. He looked a bit flustered especially when I gave him a kiss but he soon settled down with a drink. Burns was a few minutes later. He had dressed very smartly and brought me flowers. What a charmer! I introduced them and went over what I wanted them to do. They had both brought the things I asked for. They sat on the settee and I gave them time to get to know each other but made sure they didn't drink too much.

About quarter of an hour later, my third guest arrived - my ex-husband, Chris. He was a bit surprised to see my new friends but greeted them politely and we talked for a few minutes. I sat him on a separate chair. He had no idea what was to come.

After a while, I put some beatier music on and started to walk round the flat. I had my smart work clothes on -- white blouse, heels and a black skirt. I had suspender and stockings underneath. All three guys followed my every move without realising until I undid a button of my blouse. Then, I had their full attention. I faced Burns and Matt on the settee and smiled at them as I undid another button.

"What's going on?" said Chris, suddenly realising that this was more than just a chat. I nodded to Matt and Burns and they went to work. Matt simply stood in front of Chris, his large physical presence enough to keep him seated. Burns unreeled the tape he had brought with him He taped Chris's arms firmly to the arms of the chair in which I had carefully placed him. Matt picked up the chair with Chris in it and carried him to the corner of the room where he could see but was not too close. My ex-husband was tied down, sidelined and helpless.

"It's payback time," I said to Chris. "For everything you've done to me over the years. But in your case - you get to watch me."

Chris was so shocked he couldn't speak, his mouth opening and shutting. Matt and Burns returned to the settee and I got on with the plan.

Despite my bravado with Chris, I was nervous. This was a crazy stunt and I was mad to have set it up. I should cut and run with my honour intact while I had a chance.

But no, I thought, this has already gone too far, with a former husband bound and helpless in the corner and two guys almost panting with anticipation sat in front of me. I set this day up to mark my freedom; to do what I wanted; to assert my sexuality. I wanted to be desired and worshipped and play with whoever I chose. This was my chance and I was going to take it.

I swayed my hips, looked straight in the eyes of Burns and Matt and slowly undid some more buttons on my blouse to reveal a lacy black bra. Who was to be first, I wondered?

Part 3

I had chosen a shortish black skirt because it was smart but also because it had buttons. They take time to undo and I tried to look cool and not fumble as my skirt slowly loosened. I turned my back on them before slipping it down to show my suspenders, stockings and black pants. Burns gasped. I carelessly tossed the skirt aside and stood hands on hips, wiggling my backside. I was starting to really enjoy this.

At this point, Chris regained his voice and started to whinge. "Please Mandy, don't do this."

I simply said "Plan 2, guys." Matt got out some more tape and put it across Chris's mouth. That was him silenced.

I stood before the two guys, down to my underwear. They both had noticeable bulges in their trousers. So did Chris. It was time for my next move.

"Burns! On your knees in front of me." I said it rather more sharply than I intended but he certainly did what he was told. "Matt -- stand behind me," I added.

I stood where Chris could see and told Matt to undo my bra slowly and let it drop. I shook it free and could see Chris whimpering - with frustration I hoped - that his ex-wife was being undressed by other men. All the guys were staring at my breasts so I gently gyrated my body.

"Your turn, Burns," I said. "Pull down my pants with your teeth." The poor guy was shaking, he was so excited. He did his best but they got stuck on my backside and Matt had to help. I have to say my panties were already pretty wet.

So, there I stood in just stockings and suspenders before two guys I hardly knew with my restrained ex-husband looking on. My old fear of Chris was ebbing away.

Part 4

"Get undressed, guys. You have work to do!" I said to Burns and Matt. Matt had a big hunky body; Burns was trimmer. Both had eyes only for my body. Their cocks were swollen and throbbing. I had all three guys exactly where I wanted them.

I stood defiantly facing Chris with Matt behind me. I guided Matt's hand slowly on to my breasts then down to rub over my pussy. I could see that Chris was shocked and excited at the same time.

"This is my new life and you'd better get used to it," I said. Chris, with his mouth taped up, could not reply but his eyes showed he was a defeated man.

I lay on the floor on a soft rug I had placed ready in the middle of the room. I told Matt and Burns that I wanted their tongues all over me. Burns started eagerly at my thighs and worked slowly up. Matt lay down and kissed me on the lips before working his tongue down to my nipples. Oh - this felt good! Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Chris craning forward to get a better view.

Burns' tongue had by now reached my pussy. With shaking fingers, he opened up the lips then worked his tongue round my clitoris. I arched my back in pleasure, reached for Matt's cock and slowly worked it up and down while I enjoyed pleasure like I had never experienced it before.

It didn't take long before an orgasm swept through my body. I don't normally make much of a noise when I come but I let rip this time, tightening my legs and squeezing Burns' head as I did so. I lay panting as both guys sat back, waiting further instructions.

Part 5

It was time the guys had their pleasure. I decided that Burns should go first. I drew him close for a long passionate kiss to which he responded with enthusiasm. As we embraced, I whispered "Take me," in his ear. He knelt back, his swollen cock standing out in front of him. I opened my legs in readiness. I noticed in passing that my stockings were smeared with precum but soon forgot that as Burns leant over me and carefully slid his dick into me. I was very wet.

Burns propped himself up on his elbows and stared straight into my eyes as he moved slowly in and out, trying to be tender. I felt his cock inside me and spread my arms back on the floor in a gesture of helplessness and submission. Burns gradually built up momentum.

I suddenly remembered Matt and reached out for him. He shuffled forward into my grasp so I could squeeze his cock, running my thumb over the end of his penis. I noticed that Chris in the corner was straining forward in his chair to see everything that was going on. Burns was thrusting hard now and groaned deeply and shut his eyes. I felt his hot cum pumping inside me and he slumped on top of me. We held each other for a moment until his weight was too much. "Off," I shouted and he jumped away.

"Your turn now, Matt," I said. I stood up and reached up to kiss him deeply. His body was big and strong and I had to stand on tip toes to reach him. I could feel his cock twitching against my stomach.

"I am going to enjoy this," I whispered as I led him to where I wanted him.

Part 6

I walked over to Chris's chair. He looked hot and uncomfortable with the tape on his mouth and arms.

"Take a good look," I said to my ex-husband as I bent forward and rested my hands on the arms of his chair, my breasts dangling down in front of him. I reached down to undo and pull down his trousers and pants. Out sprang yet another hot and throbbing cock - but I was careful not to touch it. I wanted Chris contrite and frustrated.

"Matt - I am all yours." Matt needed no second bidding. He came up behind me, held my hips and steered his cock into me. My pussy was still full of Burns's cum but Matt didn't seem to mind. He was a big man with big equipment. He felt good. He started to fuck me gently. I smiled straight into Chris's taped-up face. In front of his eyes, my tits swayed backwards and forwards with Matt's every thrust.

I opened my legs a little more to make sure Chris could see underneath to Matt's balls swinging as he pushed into me. "Mandy does what she likes now," I said quietly to Chris. I savoured my moment of triumph.

On a whim. I told Matt to stop. He pulled his cock out of me, reluctantly. He looked like a schoolboy deprived of his sweets. I took hold of the tape covering Chris's face and yanked it off. That hurt him -but nothing like what I did next. I took hold of Matt's cock, dripping with all my juices, and forced it into Chris's mouth. He was so surprised that he took it in.

"Suck it," I said - and he did, closing his eyes as his lips circled it. Matt was a bit surprised too but he knew well enough that tonight was a night to obey orders. I left his cock in Chris's mouth a moment until they were both starting to enjoy it and then told Matt to get back inside my pussy. Still tied to the chair, Chris was helpless to wipe the juices drooling from his mouth.

This time I lay on my front over the side of the couch. Matt knelt down and took me again from behind. I was lying next to Burns He thought his part was over but he slid his hands under me to finger my nipples as Matt banged away, his balls slapping on my backside. Matt's body stiffened and he pushed himself deep in me. For the second time that night, I felt cum pumping into me.

Matt slumped back, spent. But the evening's entertainment was not yet over.

Part 7

I realised that cum was seeping out of me so I laid back on my soft rug and pulled it round to cover me. And I told the guys what to do.

Burns untaped Chris's arms then Matt escorted him over, his imposing figure enough to ensure Chris did not argue.

"Clothes off," I told Chris. He was too shell shocked to argue. I uncovered myself and opened my legs a little. He looked down at me, trembling with desire despite everything.

"On your knees, Chris," I ordered. "Clean me out!" He gulped. He wasn't expecting that. Matt pushed Chris down roughly and forced his head forward.

"Do as the lady says," snapped Matt. He was a good man to have on your side and I got the impression he would do anything for me from now on.

Chris bent down and began to lick out the creampie that had formed on my pussy. Not surprisingly, this was a new experience for me. I moved slightly and a load more of warm cum oozed out for Chris to lap up. The main aim was to humiliate Chris but it was quite pleasant and I began to get aroused again.

I told Chris to stop and lie down. I got on top and squatted over his head, facing his feet. More cum dripped on him. My guys had deposited plenty in me. I knelt down and found myself looking at the once familiar sight of Chris's cock. Once he was my lover but then he had betrayed me.

My revenge was already sweet. But it wasn't over. It was time for the final part of my plan.

Part 8

I was splayed across Chris, who was still licking me out, supervised by my two very good new friends who were watching his efforts with great interest. Chris's face was smeared with juices but he had cleaned me out. I turned round and sat on his chest, looked him straight in the eye.

"Are you sorry for what you've done?" I asked my ex-husband.

"Yes," he whimpered.

"Who's in charge, now?" I demanded.

"Mandy," he gulped. "Is in charge of all of us." He looked up at Burns and Matt who nodded agreement.

I reached round to hold Chris's cock, still hard. "Correct answer," I said and started to pull his cock. I didn't need to humiliate him any longer. The point was made. He lasted only a few seconds before the cum poured out of him with a deep sigh. The relief spread across his face.

Chris left the flat first, saying sorry again. He actually thanked me for what had happened. I wouldn't have trouble with him again.

As to Matt and Burns, they agreed that it had been a memorable evening; beyond their wildest expectations. For my part, I felt liberated and satisfied like never before. And I knew I had two nice guys in the palm of my hand.

Would I invite them back again? Well, I left that open.