It is recommended that you read the earlier parts of this story to learn about this young couple from Maine. It is still remarkable to me how many readers refuse to believe this sort of thing happens in real life. I can assure you that although this events took place a couple of years ago, they are real, true and factual. Some of the conversation may have happened differently: the author relies on memory. The names are changed. But they are real, they still live in Portland, and they have moved on to continue to play kinky erotic games. They are still married. Here is the last chapter.
"Bill is really enjoying this submissive stuff." It was Sue, seated with me at an outdoor café table in Portland, Maine. She wore a thin, almost see thru green and blue dress. Of course, she wore no panties, which was not readily apparent, and no bra, which was.
"But what about you, dear?"
She looked in my eyes. "I am true to my husband…but I am your slut, sir."
I merely smiled. This young, mid-twenties blonde wife had come a long way in a few weeks, and so had Bill, her husband.
We had frolicked in a porno booth at an adult book store, I had fucked her in a bed while her hubbie watched, I had arranged for a "stranger" to pick her up in a hotel lounge and go to the room with both of them for sex, and now Sue and I were having a nice, casual lunch. Although it was rapidly becoming less casual as we talked about the adventures and both grew more aroused.
Finally, I told Sue to call her husband on the cell phone and hand the phone to me. When he answered I told him what I was about to do. Bill gave his enthusiastic approval, and ten minutes later Sue was nude in my private office, sitting on my desk, as I pumped my cock into her and shot a very nice load into her cunt.
When I had finished, and had my cock cleaned orally by her, Sue went to the restroom to freshen up and returned.
"My that was naughty, fucking you right here in your office."
Then, like a good subbie, she thanked me.
"I do have something to talk with you about," she said. I nodded and she continued. "Bill has been reading many of the stories on Literotica, as you recommended, and he wants to try some bondage."
I again nodded. "Oh yes, dear, we can tie you up very nicely."
She laughed a little. "No, not me. Although I would like to try that sometime. Bill wants you to tie him up."
"Well, dear, Bill may be submissive to me, but I simply do not play with men. Not at all."
"Yes, he understands that. He loved seeing that stranger fuck me in Augusta, and he loves seeing you do me. He wants to be tied up and made to watch me being fucked, especially by another stranger."
It was a few nights later when I went to their home for the first time. Immediately upon entering, and without even a hello, I ordered Bill to strip naked. Soon he was tied to a chair in their bedroom, securely bound. A ballgag was placed in his mouth, over his objection. Without much adieu I placed Sue on the bed, still clothed, and merely raised her dress. Since she was not wearing panties, I was able to slip my cock directly into her.
For a few moments I held still, then began to pump in and out. Just when Sue was beginning to sigh, I withdrew, and lifted myself off the bed.
"Ummmm. This is nice, but I think we need something more," I said. I lifted Sue to her feet. "Go dress like a slut," I told her.
"Oh, yes," she replied, grinning.
I looked toward Bill. "You have no idea what is about to happen, do you? Well, you submissive husband, you may or may not like it, but frankly, what you wish is no longer important." His eyes opened wide but he did not attempt to speak.
She came back with an armful of clothes, stripped the cute flowered dress she wore off, removed the rather ordinary bra, and began to redress. When she finished, she looked like a tart: very sheer black blouse, of course with no bra; very short black leather skirt, black garter belt and black stockings. A pair of 3 inch black heels completed the transition from housewife to slut.
I was impressed. "My, my. I have never seen those before!"
Sue smiled. "Oh, even Bill didn't know I had them. I've only worn them twice, when I went out two different nights to bars and flirted with guys. I didn't fuck any of them, but I got felt up a lot."
Bill's tried to say something, his face flushed and his head turning from side to side.
Sue looked his way and laughed out loud. "You wanted a slut, mister, and now you have one."
And with that she placed one hand on her hip and looked nothing like a submissive toward him.
Bill was still attempting to say something, but stopped when I told him to stop at once.
I took Sue's hand and turned here around like a fashion model.
"Isn't she sexy, Bill, your little wifie."
He nodded.
I ordered Sue to get a pair of panties and bring them with her, in her purse.
"Well, Bill, you wanted to be tied up and you wanted to watch me fuck Sue. You are going to get only half of that wish." I paused dramatically, lifted her short skirt to let him look at her pussy, the thin blonde pubic hair hardly obscuring the view of her lips and the wetness there. "Look at her cute little cunt, Bill, the one she promised only to you when she married you. Well, we are going out on the town, Bill, your wife and I, and I can promise you that when we return her cunt will be absolutely filled with cum."
Again he tried to say something, but could not with the tight gag in his mouth. I went on.
"Yes, Bill, your wife is going to get well fucked tonight, and probably suck some cocks, too. And you will wait here, bound to that chair, waiting for us to return, and with no idea how many men she is fucking, or who they are. Only that as you sit there, she is going to be fucking."
With that I quickly turned and walked out of the bedroom, holding Sue's hand and bringing her with me. She did not look back at him.
As we drove along in the car, the sun setting, I ordered Sue to lift her skirt and play with herself. She did so willingly, and several truck and van drivers got a good view of her activities. But just when she was about to climax, I told her to stop.
"Oh, please, let me cum," she begged.
"No, dear…that is for later."
At that moment I turned into the underground garage for the Holiday Inn on Spring Street in Portland. When we had parked, I gave her precise instructions.
"Go in that door, take the elevator up to the lobby, and enter the lounge. There will be several out-of-town businessmen there, I'm sure. Sit at the bar. I will enter soon after you, but pay no attention to me."
Sue was smiling.
I continued. "The first man who hits on you, and has a room in the hotel, you are to go with and fuck….it doesn't matter whether you like him or not. You are a slut and tonight you are my whore."
"Yes, sir," she said. "I am your whore. Gladly."
"And Sue, you are to do more than one man tonight. In fact, you are to fuck every man who have the opportunity to fuck, Do you understand."
