You say you're interested in meeting and I can't seem to get it off of my mind. I think about the possibilities endlessly and I find myself hard and in need all the time since I got your email. The thought of submitting to both of you has me distracted. I'm just not sure if I want to take this step. I know that I do. I know that I want it more than anything, but I hold back thinking that I can deny it.
Finally, I convince myself that it can't do any harm just to meet you. I email you and we arrange to meet at a bar in Westbrook. I'm headed home as usual, but I know this night is anything but usual. I pull up to the bar and park. I go inside and find the two of you sitting at a table and recognize you immediately from your description. I approach and you seem pleased to see me. We sit and talk, getting to know each other a bit, not for long, just one drink, but enough. We part ways and as I drive home I find my desire becoming even harder to resist and I wonder if you feel the same.
Before I arrive home I know that I'll do whatever you tell me. I email and tell you so, I'll do whatever you tell me to. I let you know when I'm available and ask you to call me when you want and tell me what I should do.
The days seem to pass slowly until the next of the days that I've told you I'm free. I don't know if you found me attractive. I don't know if I didn't seem right for you. Then my cell phone rings. There's no greeting when I say hello.
I just hear, "You may call me mistress or ma'am."
"Yes, ma'am", I reply.
"I will give you directions to our house. You will come to the door and knock quietly. When I open the door, you'll step inside and drop to your knees. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Good. Here are the directions ...."
I'm hard as I drive. My stomach is in knots and I can't remember the last time I've been so aroused. I find the house easily and I park and approach, more nervous and turned on than I've been in years. I knock lightly on the door that you've told me to use. I wait. I hear movement inside and then the door opens. You step back and hold the door open. I step inside and get on my knees for you.
You stand looking at me on my knees for you and say nothing. Your husband walks in and approaches me. You both stand over me, enjoying how obviously nervous I am. You both smile and you turn towards him and you begin to kiss. Your bodies pressed together in front of me. Your hand slides down to his ass and you turn him towards me. I can see that he is hard.
"Run your hand over his cock", you tell me.
I reach out tentatively and feel the hardness of his cock pressing through the light sweatpants that he's wearing. I run my hands over it and a low moan and shudder of arousal comes from all of us at once.
He reaches down and pulls down the front of his pants, exposing his hard cock just inches from my face.
"Suck it", you command.
I take his hard cock in my mouth and suck ravenously. I'll do anything you tell me to, but there's no pretending that I don't love it.
"Fuck his mouth, baby."
You start to push your cock in and out of my mouth and you hear and feel me moan around your hardness. You want to remain in control, so you take it away and you can see the submission in my face. You know that I'll do whatever you want if you'll just let me suck on your cock some more.
"You want my cock back in your mouth?"
