Chapter Five - Caught!
Author's Note: This is a story of a female dominant/male submissive relationship between mature people. This is fiction. If you enjoy such stories read on and please comment and vote. If not choose another story more to your tastes. This Chapter is the fifth in this series. Please read the preceding chapters for context. To the gentle readers of the previous chapters I want to express my deep appreciation for your votes, encouragement and comments. Enjoy!
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Ernest Hemingway lamented the lot of a man who loves two women at the same time. He knew from experience.
I was learning the same difficult lesson the same hard way.
The next few months I was like a ping pong ball bouncing between two very beautiful, smart, voluptuous, mature women. And I loved them both. That was the problem.
Doreen, my new, tall, buxom, salt and pepper haired 75 year old mistress was as good as her word. She continued to train me in her many dark erotic pleasures - teaching me to serve her as she wished and binding me ever more tightly to her with lust and affection. Once or twice a week she would email demanding my service for a day, a morning or an afternoon. My new part time job allowed me to escape to her without arousing suspicion from my wife.
My 67 year old wife, Jane - the other woman in my life - tho not as tall, was blonde and voluptuous. We had been married over forty years, had grown to be best friends, had raised and were now enjoying our daughter and her family, had established a comfortable, loving life in retirement. But alas, our sex life had fallen prey to my hidden need for sexual submission.
Curiously, during these months of emotional chaos for me, Jane and I grew even closer. I attentively listened to what Jane said - putting down my phone, laptop or turning off the tv. We shared more, talked more. Jane was less critical of the little quirks in my personality that tend to drive wives crazy - she was more understanding. I began helping her more around the house - vacuuming, dishes, laundry - as well as my normal lawn chores. Paradoxically, as I was learning service to and from Doreen, I was serving my wife better!
Jane responded in kind. We laughed more, shopped together, began walking the neighborhood together in the evening. She even began baking me cookies - and Jane did not like baking!
At the same time, my service to Doreen expanded. She would have me take her to lunch, take her shopping, wash her dishes, vacuum her floor. She charged each of these routine tasks with her dark sexuality keeping me in a constant state of arousal - always wearing appropriate but attractive clothing which displayed her considerable physical assets to best regard.
She seemed completely unconcerned about being seen in public with a man not her husband. Each of these ventures into the public arena with Doreen filled me with anxiety and yet a very real sense of pride that she was allowing me to escort her openly - marking me as hers beyond the privacy of her home. As Doreen had predicted, we were creating our own vanilla life, with shared experiences and affection.
Every day, both women became more attractive to me. Doreen still completely controlled me sexually - even when I found myself thinking of Jane in a sexual way, my mind clicked to desires and memories of my deep erotic servitude to my mistress. Conversely, my home life with Jane had never been happier or more fulfilling - sans sex of course.
When I began this emotional high wire act I assumed that with time my choice - wife or mistress? - would become easier. Foolish me! Every day the choice became more difficult. Finally the choice became impossible. I just simply quit trying to decide. I served and enjoyed both women. I tried not to let the anxiety and guilt overwhelm me.
Life could not continue that way indefinitely.
It didn't.
It seldom bodes well when you return home from work early in the afternoon to find your mistress's car in your driveway! Two cars unfamiliar to me were parked in the street in front of our house.
In a moment of panic, I aborted pulling into our driveway and drove past our house. The street ended in a cul de sac and by the time I was back in front of our home I had decided to 'face the music' and pulled into our driveway - directly behind Doreen's car.
As I walked to our front door I placed my hand on the hood of Doreen's car - it was cool to the touch - she had been there a while!
With shaking hand I opened the door. Our front hallway opened into our living room. Seated calmly and beautifully in two matching cushioned chairs were Jane and Doreen severely appraising me as I moved towards them - a lamb to the inevitable slaughter.
Emotion - love, guilt, fear, lust, anxiety, sadness, hope, remorse - washed over me, leaving me drained of color beneath my Florida tan, motionless and speechless.
Doreen was beautiful and elegant. Her short hair perfectly arranged, her makeup just right for midday with pale pink lipstick. She wore a dazzling blue floral print blouse which hinted at the large, wonderful breasts beneath. Her bright white pants flowed from her well defined hips, down her long athletic legs to end in white, jeweled, strap on sandals with a modest, broad 2" heel. Around her neck she wore a single gold chain from which hung a small brass key nestled in her ample bosom. From her ears long, blue crystal earrings hung.
Jane was never more beautiful. Golden tresses framed her lovely rounded face. Clear green eyes, full pink lips, she wore a yellow sundress with a deep v-neck which revealed her bounteous, tanned breasts. Her legs were revealed from mid thigh to her feet which sported tan leather sandals. Her only jewelry was her gold wedding band, a match to my own.
Both beautiful faces were stern and inscrutable.
Surprisingly, Doreen spoke first.
"Well?" she directed her question towards me as her eyes glanced at the coffee table between the two women.
My eyes followed hers and I noticed for the first time the only three items on the table - the thick leather collar with silver metal studs spelling "Doreen's slut", the braided whip handle leash and a small brass lock. I was familiar with them all.
I looked at Doreen and then at Jane.
I slumped to the floor and began to awkwardly remove my clothes. (I have never mastered the technique of disrobing with elegance and panache while sitting on the floor. I have always thought Doreen enjoyed this small added humiliation and discomfort.)
I had made my choice at last!
I placed my clothes neatly on the arm of our couch and placed my shoes underneath. I crawled to the coffee table, lifted the collar, leash and lock from it, and continued crawling to kneel in before Doreen.
"Please collar me," I begged with faltering voice.
Doreen's face remained impassive as she buckled her collar around my neck. She clicked the lock in place on my collar. The sound seemed to echo across the room. She finally attached her leash.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said with my adoring eyes searching her beautiful face for reassurance.
I chanced a glance at Jane. My wife had a startled look that combined disgust with amazement. And why not? In her own home she was watching her husband of over forty years crawl naked to a 75 year old woman (albeit striking and beautiful) and beg to be 'collared'! It was also impossible for her not to notice that that same husband's 5" cock was fully erect and dripping precum on their wood floor!
Jane's look crushed part of my soul. Her love and respect had been my emotional lynchpins for almost half a century. Now, in a matter of minutes, they were irretrievably lost - replaced with loathing and contempt.
I hurt and it must have shown. For when I returned my adoring gaze to Doreen a small trace of sympathy for my plight had eased her features.
But my trial and humiliation had just begun.
Doreen bent forward, breasts pressing pleasingly on her blouse, her key dangling from her gold chain necklace. Taking her manicured middle finger she traced from the base of my ball sac, along the underside of my rigid member to collect a dollop of my precum on her long, sharp nail.
"Ahhh!" I sighed in submissive pleasure.
"Suck!" Doreen commanded.
