This is a short smutty stroke story, not one of my long, adventure pieces. It has a lot of very hot sex and not a lot of plot. Also it's not for people who dislike cucks. By the way I don't. I think they're hot.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Chapter Three
Pam arrived home in her sensible Subaru Outback wagon with Adam secured firmly in his car seat. She'd just returned from Greentree Academy, Adam's Montessori school located in nearby Hyde Park. Pam was pleased with her choice. Shari Fujimori's highly regarded program for preschoolers was just what the doctor ordered for her precocious son. She saw first-hand that Adam's engagement with her teacher and the other children in the class had already improved his social skills.
But there was another agenda, a darker one, that Pam was pursuing with Shari. It turned out that Shari was a lesbian Domme, and the sexual attraction between the two women was irresistible and insatiable. In the guise of a home inspection, Shari and Pam ended up having sex on John and Pam's marital bed, a bed that the couple just had sex on the night before.
After having sex with Shari, Pam realized she was a submissive slut with no perceptible bottom on what she was willing to try. Pam's day consisted of two things: taking care of Adam and spending every other available moment serving her Domme. Of course, Pam's extracurricular activities couldn't have come about without her husband John's knowledge and assent. It turned out that he not only tolerated her promiscuity, but encouraged it.
Pam put Adam down for his afternoon nap and took the time to get ready for the evening Shari had planned for her and John. Pam drew a hot bath and had a long, leisurely soak, shaving her long legs and pubic patch and under her arms. Satisfied with the job she did, she enjoyed her full glass of chardonnay in the comfort of steaming hot rose scented water.
She thought about how her life changed since she'd met Shari. Her sex life with John was strictly vanilla, and within the confines of both of their notions of marital sex, both of them never appreciated what were considered more socially deviant practices and their appetite for them. Up until that point, it was Pam who was sexually active outside the marriage and John who lived through her vicariously. But that was then.
John was going to be part of that night's scene.
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Shari showed up right on time. Her shiny new black BMW was parked behind her as she approached the Pryzinski's front door.
John had heard two car doors slam. He rushed over to the living room curtain and pulled it aside just enough to be able to take a peek. He had never met Shari before, but in the streetlight she looked like the nude photo Pam had taken of her. Petite, much shorter than Pam. Even wearing a jacket he could tell she worked out. Maybe it was the way she was walking. Confident. A golden olive complexion and long straight jet black hair and an attractive face. To his surprise there was someone walking behind her. A tall African-American man. Every bit as confident as her, and looked big enough to carry the Domme on one shoulder.
John let go of the shade before he was seen. Shaking from what he imagined was to come, he answered the door with trepidation. It was buyer's remorse, and coming at exactly the wrong time. John's fantasies went sky high with Pam's extracurricular sex. He made Pam recount her adventures, often while he was licking her freshly and well-used pussy and asshole. Especially her asshole. It made John hard just thinking about Pam's delicious pucker, puffy and leaking cum. Sometimes she would stroke him as she described how she was a whore for another man, and his jets of cum would hit his chin.
But now he was faced with the real thing, not a fantasy. Coming up the walkway was a large black man who was going to fuck his wife, and maybe him. He had a fleeting idea to run, but thought better of it since it was his idea for the get together. Pam would have never moved forward without his enthusiastic agreement so this was his party, plain and simple.
He steeled himself to answer the door as casually as he could, as if Pam had regularly whored herself off to other men while he watched. He held his breath and opened the door.
John relaxed at once. He thought Shari was sexiest woman he had ever seen. Every inch a mixed race Eurasian princess. He immediately lusted after her.
"You must be John," she said. She shifted her weight so most of it was on one foot, giving John the once over. The tall man behind her stood there silently, like a statue. John was getting hard and hoping they wouldn't notice. They both did of course.
"Uh yes. John Pryzinski...." His voice faltered when he wanted to say more. It was too intimidating to have a petite Asian beauty and a tall African-American man on his doorstep. He was overcome with emotions that he didn't understand.
"Of course. Where is Pam?" she said curtly and self-confidently. She was amused by John's submissive reaction. She ignored John and walked into the house. John flattened himself against the wall to make room for her guest to enter the house. The shoulder of the man's black tee brushed against John, and he could feel the ripple in the man's muscular bicep. John noticed the man was wearing a heavy studded leather collar around his neck. He wondered if he would be wearing one before the night was over.
"Oh yes," she said, turning back to face John. "Where are my manners, this is my friend."
The man nodded.
John didn't hear a name and didn't want to ask.
"Pam?" Shari asked.
John snapped to attention. "Oh yes, I think she's back in the kitchen."
"Good, as instructed."
Shari went back to the kitchen. It was clear she was familiar with the layout of the house as she had slept with Pam on numerous occasions while John slept on the family room couch. John followed her and the man to the kitchen, standing in the doorway to watch. Pam was nude, on her hands and knees on the kitchen counter. Her tits were hanging down, large and ripe. She had a wooden spoon between her teeth that she was holding like the stem of a rose. She turned her head when the group came in. There was something primal in the way she looked at her husband, like she wanted to devour him. His eyes went to the floor.
Shari started talking to Pam as if the two men weren't there. She treated them as inconsequential.
"I missed you Pam." The Domme petted Pam's ample booty and paced around the counter, her stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Shari's hand started caressing Pam's bottom, squeezing each cheek, as she circled the kitchen island. Each time she touched her, her fingers came closer to Pam's winking anus. Pam struggled mightily to remain still. Shari took off her jacket and tossed it over the back of a kitchen chair. She was wearing a black silk leotard. She looked like a panther. That made Pam the wounded gazelle.
"So Pam. I've been thinking about you. Thinking about your tits." She reached over and pinched one of Pam's nipples, hanging low and ripe. John's wife almost dropped the wooden spoon, catching it in her teeth before it dropped out.
"For the benefit of your husband John, who is standing behind you, I'm going to call you by your real name, which is slut. You are a slut, aren't you Pam?"
Pam nodded her head, the spoon now secure between her clenched teeth. John was rock hard. His pants were tenting in front of him. He didn't care if anyone noticed.
"So Pam, for sluts like you, I like to start with a kitchen test. I go through your kitchen drawers and I get to use what I find. Now here's what makes it fun. If you drop the spoon you get twenty swats. I've never spanked anyone with a wooden spoon, but I imagine it stings quite a bit. Do you want me to spank you... slut?"
Pam slowly shook her head.
"I think John wants me to spank you. I'll bet he's hoping you're going to drop the spoon." Shari opened one of the kitchen drawers and rummaged through it. She found a clip to reseal a potato chip bag and held it under Pam's nose.
"This should be fun, I've never tried this before," said Shari, squeezing the ends of the clip to open its jaw. She tugged on Pam's nipple, stretching it out and elongating the brunette's rounded tit. Then she affixed the clip to Pam's breast, the small, serrated plastic teeth digging into the tender flesh of her areole and pinching hard on her nipple.
