I've always dreamed about being truly helpless and vulnerable. This time I truly was.
My husband and I often indulge in submissive adventures. He shares me with his friends, and sometimes strangers, and likes to expose me in public places. I love him very much but it is humiliating to be used by others while my husband watches (and often participates). It also is strangely exciting as well, but only if I feel forced to perform, helpless to protest. I know should be ashamed of my behavior and I feel mortified when I am called a slut or a cheap whore, but after awhile it becomes exhilarating.
All of our adventures maintain a certain amount of control. My husband, Dan, is always around to make sure I'm not abused and I have a safe word if things get too far out of hand, although I've never used it. Last week, my husband wasn't around during an extreme scene that left me totally at the mercy of others.
I had been overdue for new tires on my car so I called Dave, my husband's friend who owns an automotive repair business. Dave said he had a full schedule, but told me I could come in after hours the next day. I told him I'd see him then.
Dave is an older man (in his 50s) who is one of my husband's closest friends. He has seen me naked several times and knows of my willingness to perform for my husband. Dave was on hand the night Dan bragged about my oral skills to several of his buddies and proved his point by having me give him a blowjob in front of everyone. It was one of the first times I had submitted so wantonly to Dan and his friends. I was red-faced with embarrassment, but my pussy was creamy at the lewdness of the scene. Dan finished on my face and neck. Since his friends were so worked up at the sight of me wearing my husband's cum, he told them it was okay masturbate on me, which they did, as I helped them cum by pumping their cocks with my hand, as they sprayed my hair and face with their sperm, they taunted me by calling me a cheap slut, a filthy whore and, my favorite, "Dan's cocksucking wife." By this time lust had overtaken me and I was overcome with feelings of shame and humiliation, but, oh, was I ever turned on!
Since that night, my husband and I have continued our adventures over the years, stepping up the intensity to higher levels of carnality and deeper levels of humiliation. I'm now 32 and I have red hair, pale skin, average breasts and long legs. I dress in a classy, business-like manner generally, although I wear more trashy and slutty clothes when Dan and I hit the club scene or when he wants to lewdly display me in public. On the day of my appointment at Dave's garage I was wearing business attire, a black pencil skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee, a delicate white silk blouse that was vaguely see-through, and black heels. Underneath I wore a lacy white bra, a black sheer thong and black stay-up stockings. I pulled up to Dave's shop and rang the night bell.
"Monique!" Dave said. "Nice to see you again, Dan's been keeping you to himself for too long,"
"Hi Dave, nice to see you, too," I said. "I'm here for the tires."
"Ready to go," he said. "Have a seat in the waiting room and we'll get right on it."
I reached in my purse for the car keys and gave them to Dave. He had one of his helpers in the garage who pulled my car in, raised it up on the hydraulic lift and removed the tires. I cooled my heels in the waiting room for awhile and then walked to the garage to check on their progress. Dave and his helper, Tony, were busy at work as I took in the scene. There was room for three cars in the garage. Tools and tires were everywhere in the general clutter. Grease and oil seemed to permeate all surfaces, including the messy floor. It looked like they were just about to finish up when Dave called me from the garage doorway.
"Hey Monique, come over here, I need to show you something."
I walked over as Dave ducked under the car and showed me where some oil was leaking from the oil pan. "Looks like you might have a problem, Monique," he said. "Take a closer look."
As Dave backed away, I slipped under the car to inspect the oil leak. As I did, I reached up to the hoist to balance myself and placed my hand in a pool of grease. I quickly drew my hand back and in doing so, bumped into the hoist. It was then that a stream of black oil landed on my white blouse just below my right shoulder and above my breast.
"Geez, Monique, I'm so sorry, that oil will cause a permanent stain. No way will it come out. Did it soak through?"
"I think so, Dave. Do you have something to get this grease off my hands?"
"Here, let me," Dave said, and he took my hand and scrubbed off the grease with an oily rag. He then began to unbutton my blouse. "I'll get this," he said. "I can wipe off the oil so it doesn't drip down to your pretty bra."
I guess Dave had a pretty good view of my bra through the blouse, but it surprised me when he started to unbutton my blouse. Although Dave was a close friend, my stomach was fluttering at the close contact in such a public place. After all, Tony was watching in the whole scene.
"Monique, how would you like it if I gave you the new tires free?" Dave asked with a smile. "I think we could work something out."
"Well, I don't know, Dave, what do you hand in mind?" But I knew what he had in mind.
"I know how submissive you are with Dan," Dave said. "And I've always wanted someone like you, someone I could control and bend to my wishes. Trust me, I can be just as devious as Dan when it comes to putting a woman in her place."
"I don't think so Dave. Dan's not here and I shouldn't . . ."
"You're right, you shouldn't . . . but you will . . . won't you Monique?"
I could feel those familiar urges. Dave certainly was no stranger but I didn't know Tony at all. Plus Dan wasn't here. My chest heaved at the thought of losing control with Dave in a dirty, dank garage. Only a true slut would even consider agreeing to his suggestion. But the tires were expensive and Dan has seen me in indecent situations before. Maybe just this once.
"OK, Dave, I guess it'll be alright. What do you want me to do?"
