The house was dark when they pulled up. Stephen got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for his date. As Andrea stepped out of the car, she made no effort to stop her skirt from riding up, exposing a bit of thigh. Stephen smiled.
As they walked up the stairs to the front entrance Andrea quietly asked, "Is she home?"
"Yes." And Stephen smiled again.
Stephen opened the door. It was not locked. He motioned Andrea inside and followed her in. He took her wrap and tossed it onto a chair near the door. Stephen took Andrea's hand and stepped further into the still house. Up a short hallway a light glowed from a partially open door. They walked up to the open room and stepped inside. Andrea let out a small gasp and tried to pull her hand from Stephen's, but he just squeezed a bit tighter maintaining his hold on her. His pulse rose by a beat or two.
"Andrea, this is my wife, Connie. Don't worry about how to address her, not for you to do. I control and own her, as I do you. She is here for my entertainment, and probably a bit of yours as well."
Andrea smiled nervously up at Stephen, "Yes sir." She looked down at Connie sitting on a hardwood chair, dressed in a black bustier, stockings and heels. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders, she kept her hands folded in her lap and she kept her eyes lowered.
Stephen drew Andrea close to his slut wife, took Andrea's hand and pushed it between Connie's legs, pushing it against her hungry cunt. Andrea could feel the slut's excitement, her wetness, her heat. Stephen forced her to push a couple of fingers inside and Connie moaned, spread her legs wide. Stephen pulled her hand back, Andrea's fingers up to Connie's mouth. She opened her mouth started to suck on them, moaning again.
Stephen pulled Andrea away unzipped his pants and stepped toward Connie, grabbing her hair, and pulling her forward in her chair he shoved his hard cock into her mouth, pushing to the back of her throat. He paused for a moment to let the warmth of her mouth envelope him. Then he pulled away, leaving her gasping.
Stepping away from Connie, Stephen took Andrea by the wrist and led her to the clear floor at the foot of the bed. He took Andrea in his arms and kissed her deeply. Connie started to breath a bit harder. Stephen peeled the straps of her dress off her showers and kissed them lightly, caressing them with his lips. He pulled her dress down over her slim body, revealing her beautiful small breasts, nipples taut. Stephen stepped around her, letting his fingertips slide over her shoulder, tracing a slow luxurious path down to a nipple, teasing it out her desire for his attention. Andrea's dress fell over her hips to the floor. She stepped out of her dress and kicked off to the side.
Stephen looked deep into Andrea's eyes, squeezing her nipple, hard. She gasped, not expecting the sudden turn.
"Did I say you could step out of your dress," he asked?
She shook her head as her eyes began to moisten. Moments from a tear. Wrapping his fingers in her shoulder length hair, Stephen stepped aside as he pulled her towards the bed, forcing her to bend over.
"The position," he said!
Andrea bent at the waist, steadying herself with her hands on the bed, her ass exposed. Stephen ran a hand over the small of her back and she arched to better present herself to him.
Stephen stepped back behind her running his hand over her proffered ass, letting himself feel the soft warmth of her skin, then the smooth coolness of her panties, moving his hand between the two textures. Suddenly drawing his hand back and smacking her ass. Then again, And again, a bit harder. Then a bit harder. Across her ass, each stroke coming down harder and hard, shaking the flesh, drawing out gasps, moans, and small squeals. The wonderful pale China white of her ass turning pink and then darkening to a glorious red.
Stephen glanced over; Connie's eyes were no longer fixed on the floor. She drank in the scene her husband was presenting to her, and she started to squirm in her chair.
Stephen leaned into Andrea, whispering in her ear, "Ok love, stand."
He grasped Andrea's shoulders and turn her toward him, "You do not act without permission. Understand?"
A small "Yes" passed her lips.
Stephen reached between her legs, letting his fingers work their way past her panties into her cunt. He smiled, and she smiled in response. She was wet and he slipped a finger inside her easily. He pulled it out and held it to her lips. Andrea began sucking the finger, tasting her own need.
Stephen stepped away from Andrea and stood in front of Connie. A quick slap to her face.
"Why are you squirming like that slut?" He could see the embers in her eyes start to glow, the fire was being stoked. "What is it? Tell me slut."
In her small voice, Connie responded, "I need to pee."
Stephen took Connie by the hand and as he led her out of the bedroom turned to Andrea and commanded, "Come along." Stephen led them into the bathroom and guided Connie into the bathtub. He reached out his hand and nodded to her. She slipped out of her panties.
"Into your mouth," was his simple command. Stephen reached out and pulled Andrea close to him and they watched as Connie stuffed her moist panties in her mouth.
"On your hands and knees slut, facing the tap." Connie complied assuming the position he described. Stephen tightened his hold on Andrea, letting his hand drop to cup her round smooth ass. He could still feel the glow of her recent punishment.
"Pee slut."
The room was silent. Andrea held her breath. A moment passed and the sound of water, pee, splashing onto the tub surface seemed to fill the room. Connie pissed in the tub. It ran down the center of the tub between her knees and between her hands.
"Lick it up slut." Connie hesitated. She always hesitated at first. "Slut," Stephen warned, his voice stern, The color rose in her cheeks as she lowered her head, tongue out and began licking the warm piss coming from her body. Stephen reached his free hand between Andrea's legs. She yielded to receive him. His fingers slid over her cunt lips, found the wet excitement she offered to him. And when he did her knees threatened to buckle, his fingers were taking what was would inevitably be entirely his. At that moment she wanted to give in, Andrea wanted to let her body react, be overcome, become his entirely. But Stephen pulled his fingers back, this was not to be her moment, not yet.
Stephen released Andrea and grabbed a towel he tossed down over Connie, "Clean yourself up slut, and join us in the other room." As he walked past Andrea, "Come along cunt." She did.
Back in the bedroom Stephen turned his full attention to Andrea. Connie quickly joined them in the bedroom and took her place back on her chair. On the dresser Stephen flipped open a large case, a jewelry case and pulled out an elegant pair of tweezer nipple clamps. Stephen bent his head bringing his lips to one of Andrea's nipples, caressing it with his lips, pull the taught desire into the nipple from deep in the pit of her stomach, and then slowly, achingly, set the jaws of the clamp on her nipple and slowly pulled the clamping ring up, tightening the clip, bringing the nerves in her breast to life for his pleasure. Then with same deliberate pleasure he applied the second clamp. Stephen took a handful her short dark hair in his hands and pulled her face to his, pulled her lips to his, exploring her mouth with his tongue, pulling himself into her. With his other hand he grasped her by the waist and pulled her into him, letting her feel his hard cock, letting her understand a part of his own desire.
Stepping away from Andrea, Stephen looked over at Connie, back in her special chair. She sat squirming so delicately, hoping no one would notice, hoping no one would see her desperation. Stephen looked at her, looked her in the eye, and saw that desperation. Stephen smiled.
He turned back to Andrea, stepping into her, grabbing her holding her close, letting his hands cup and hold her ass as he kissed her, as they shared themselves. Stephen slapped her ass, relishing the firm sound that came from the contact, at once grasping her buttock to feel the heat as she moaned into his neck. Stephen pushed his hand between Andrea's legs, forcing a finger into her, forcing her to open to him and expose her need. The other hand he placed on her shoulder and pushed her down to her knees. He let her undo his trousers, releasing the button, pulling down the fly, reaching inside to pull out his hard cock and gratefully slip into her mouth. Andrea started sucking, trying to please, trying so hard.
Stephen grabbed her by the hair, pulled away from her and walked over to Connie. " Want to suck whore?"
Connie simply nodded her head.
"Are you playing with yourself whore?"
Again, Connie nodded her head.
"Do you want to cum?"
She nodded.
Stephen knelt in front of her, cupping her cheek with his hand, "And if I let you suck me, will you make yourself cum?"
Connie nodded. Stephen slapped her face. He grabbed a nipple and squeezed. She gasped, he twisted. She wanted so much more right now. She started to reach out to him, and Stephen twisted her nipple more. "Cunt."
Standing and turning to Andrea, "Now my sweet slut, do you want to make Daddy happy? Connie follow."
Letting Connie go, Steve turned to Andrea, took her hand, and led her back to the bedroom. He stood her at foot of the bed, facing the bed.
