I watched men approach her one by one, make their pitch and be cast aside like spoiled apples at the grocery store. I was sitting on one side of the bar and she was seated next to an empty chair on another side sipping a glass of white wine and smoking a cigarette. From my perch, I looked her over like an eagle sees its prey and I knew that very soon, I would be swooping into her life and catch my prize.
I picked up my Perrier and strut toward her. Another two men in succession made their pitches and were cast aside. One was discourteous and I used it to my advantage. When he looked at me I glared at him, held his glance and stared him down. I said nothing but he felt my energy and he walked away unsure of himself. I sat down in the chair next to her and ordered another Perrier. That was really everyone's oversight.
When I turned to her she was already gazing in my direction, almost waiting with anticipation. "You look lovely tonight," I said to her.
"Thank you," she said, "do I know you?"
"If you did you wouldn't be asking, would you." I said to her. I noted the bounce in her curling black hair. It cascaded down all sides of her head except at her face where it was shorter and pulled to the sides. She wore light makeup, pale blue eye shadow, thick mascara and a glossy red color on her lips. A black strapless cocktail dress clung to her curvy chest and extended down further than I cared to look at the moment.
"Are you here alone?" she asked.
"I am. And are you? I asked her in return.
"I am. But I don't wish to be," she said.
"Me neither. Shall we sit together until someone wants us?" I asked.
She smiled and laughed at my joke and I said "my name is John Grace."
"I'm Joannie Stevens," she said and extended her hand to me. I took it in mine and noted the wedding ring on her finger.
"Where is Mr. Stevens?" I asked and looked up at her.
"He's tied up at the moment." She smiled but didn't pull her hand away and so I held onto it and looked down the side of her body, noting the black nude stockings over her legs, the gold chain around her ankle and the shiny black stiletto shoes on her feet.
"Do you make a habit out of looking so divine and going for an evening without your husband?"
"I enjoy the attention I draw and the power to reject those who are unworthy of my interest."
"What is your interest this evening?"
"A handsome man to have a drink with, maybe dinner and then we'll see."
"I have a table waiting for me. Would you join me?"
"I'd like that," she said.
She followed the Hostess to our table, and I followed her. Joannie is a tall, lithe woman with long smooth legs that make a man hard in his pants when he looks at her and thinks the thoughts I did as I followed her to our table.
We sat in my usual corner booth facing the open room. Joannie got in first and scooted around to the middle and I sat next to her and stretched my legs under the table.
"This is very nice" she said. Then she leaned closer to me and asked "what are you wearing, it smells really good."
"My family's signature fragrance for men; it is called M."
"I like it," she whispered. She moved her closest hand over my thigh and straight to my crotch. "It makes me want to have sex," she said.
"It's an aphrodisiac." I covered her hand with mine and said "I like its particular effect on you." And I pressed her hand against my growing erection while boldly looking into her eyes. She did not retreat, she simply grasped hold of my hidden package and smiled. "I like it too, and I want to feel you inside me tonight."
We ate a light meal and departed the restaurant together about 9 pm. We got in my car as she had arrived earlier by taxi and she directed me to her home. On the way there she had her hand was in my trousers firmly grasping my erection. As she stroked me up and down and lightly raked the crown with her finger nails, she told me more about her relationship with husband.
They are a couple of kinksters. He likes dominant women and has been her pet for several years and then last month they got married. His thing is he likes to be controlled by her and she likes controlling him in all facets of his life. As she told me her story I half believed her and my cock totally fell for it. I was so hard that paying attention to driving was becoming a challenge.
"Turn right at the next street," she said, "my house is the fourth one on the left after that."
When I got to the fourth house on the left she said "That's his car over there." She pointed to a little Ford further down the road. "You can park in the garage. I have the clicker with me."
In the garage, I parked next to an SL 500. When the door rolled down again, she leaned over my lap and took my cock into her mouth. In one swooping gesture, she sucked my cock all the way to the base and then lifted her head up and looked at me. "You taste so fucking good. If you want you can do me out here first or just take me inside and fuck me right in front of him."
"And he's tied up?"
"I tied him to the foot of the bed before I left. He's naked and wearing a cock cage. It will really humiliate him to see me cum for you." Joannie's eyes were glazed and glossy with lust as she looked at me.
"Kiss me on the mouth Joannie."
She leaned in and put her hands on my thighs and opened her mouth just before making contact with my lips. She was a hungry slut, an unfulfilled wife freely giving herself to a man willing to fuck her in front of her inadequate husband. When our lips touched we let our passions explode and I put my arms around her shoulders and brought her close to me. She sat in my lap with her feet on the passenger seat. We made out with wreckless abandon like young lovers do. It felt so good to kiss her and to feel her tongue press into mine.
"Let's go inside and humiliate him together. He'll love it, you'll see."
"Okay," I said. I opened the door on my side and pushed her out while holding her cradled in my left arm at the same time. It was effective and we got out rather quickly but I held onto her, protecting her from any unnecessary fall. My cock poked out of my trousers and she said "I can't help myself," and squatted down to take me into her mouth. She sucked hard and fast on my cock for several strokes before stopping. Then she rose upward and said "follow me."
I tucked my cock back in my pants and zipped up while following this sexy slut wife.
Inside her house we walked to her bedroom and there I got the first evidence proving her story was true. A naked man wearing something over his crotch was sitting on the floor. His arms were strapped with leather and bound to the footboard of a king size bed. He spoke first.
"Who the hell is this? Where have you been? Untie me!"
"He's a real man. He took me to dinner, opened the car door for me and everything," she said.
The man on the floor said nothing. "What's that on your crotch?" I asked him.
"It's a CB 2000," he said with confidence.
I squatted down near him and said "that's the small one isn't it."
His face reddened. Joannie laughed. "You know about those?"
"Not really. It looks small." I rose and stepped closer to Joannie. "I can see why you're out on the nightly prowl for men."
"Lucky for me I found one with a lot of promise," she replied.
Whatever anxiety she may have felt earlier at the restaurant had long since vanished now that we were interacting in front of her controlled husband. This was such a bizarre situation and yet Joannie's physical attractiveness and her wanton attitude to be naughty with me made the occasion especially inviting.
Joannie put her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately like long lost lovers. She moaned throughout our kiss and when we stopped to catch our breath she told her husband what a great kisser I was. The kink between them increased the eroticism for Joannie as well as me. With each enticing word she shared with him, I wanted to fuck her harder and longer.
"He has a magnificent cock," she told her husband. "I already sucked it in the car on the way over here."
She reached down to my trousers and unzipped my fly. Then she pulled my erection out of my pants and gave me several long strokes with her fist before she knelt at my feet and took me into her mouth. She moaned while my cock was in her throat and the vibration on the head had a wonderful effect. "Your mouth feels so good Joannie," I said as I combed my fingers through her curls and grasped her head. I thrust my pelvis forward while holding her head firmly in place. In doing so, my cock stabbed into her throat and I swear to god this woman simply sucked me harder.
"God damn you Joannie, you fuckin slut!" her husband yelled. He struggled against his binding. "You selfish whore, you get all the fun and I can't even stroke."
"I don't like your tone punk. If you don't want me to beat the shit out of you I suggest you hold your tongue."
Joannie inhaled deeply and sucked me down her throat. She reached up and covered one of my hands with her own and pressed it until I took over. It was becoming very clear to me that she didn't just want to have sex, she wanted to be used while her husband looked on, unable to stop it. When I felt her lick my balls while the tip of my cock was buried in her throat, I told him what was happening and asked him if she ever did that for him.
I laughed loudly as he shook his head no. "She's incredible. I think I'll stay the night. Does anyone object?"
"I do. This is my house, you can't stay here."
Joannie withdrew my cock from her mouth but held onto it firmly. "Don't listen to him. It's my house. He put it in my name when I married him. You stay as long as you like."
"Stand up honey and keep your hand on my cock if you want to." She stood and did exactly as I requested. She stood close to me on my right side with her left hand loosely grasping my cock. She stroked it slowly and waited for me to speak again. I slipped my arm around her back and let my hand fall to cup her right ass cheek. It was firm, not squishy. "You have a very nice ass darling," I said to her, "I'm looking forward to sodomizing you."
"Oh my god," said her punk husband.
"How many times have you fucked your wife?"
