He didn't want to look.
But he had to look.
It turned his stomach to look. But Jeff had to look. Why 'had'? For several reasons. His Domme Miss Sophia ordered him to look. His wife Rebecca ordered him to look. So he had to obey. But also, he had to look in the same sick, twisted way that people look at car wrecks and other disasters, both hoping to see something horrible, and yet praying that they won't.
There was his wife, down on her knees, mouth firmly pressed against the Domme's naked pussy, eating it like a greedy little whore. His wife was making muffled sounds into that pussy as she ate it – moans, grunts, shrieks. These were caused by the rough fucking she was receiving by the stranger. The stranger was leering over his shoulder, looking right into his face, saying, "Your wife is a great fuck! Her cunt feels like warm honey on my dick. I can feel her clenching down on my cock, reveling in the screwing she's getting from me. I bet you haven't buried your miserable excuse for a penis in this fantastic cunt for ages, have you?"
His mouth went dry. It was true. His cock hadn't touched his wife's cunt since the day that damnable Sophia fully took control of their lives. Sophia, with her imperious mannerisms, and her luscious figure, and that mesmerizing accent. Rebecca had met her at a yoga class, where all the curves of both of their bodies were virtually on display. After class, they went out for tea.
"You're such a bright, charming young woman," Sophia remarked as they sat together.
Rebecca practically wiggled in her seat with delight. "So kind of you to say that, Sophia," she replied. "That means a lot coming from someone so sophisticated and worldly as yourself. You're so impressive. I wish I could be more like you."
That was the start. Sophia – Mistress Sophia – got her mental hooks into Rebecca's mind with such talks, and she was lost to Jeff from that moment.
Rebecca thought constantly about Sophia, dreaming about her, fascinated by her, wanting to please her. Jeff heard so much about this woman, such glowing descriptions, that he felt he had to meet her, also. Rebecca arranged for the three of them to meet at a cafe. When Sophia came through the door, Jeff immediately knew this had to be the woman his wife was raving about. Her body language spoke of tremendous self-confidence as she approached their table. Jeff almost stumbled, getting to his feet to grip her pro-offered hand.
Some perfume – or was it a pheromone – wafted into his nostrils as she stepped into his personal space in the manner of many Europeans, with her breasts almost touching his chest. Her eyes were large and luminous. Her accent made his knees go weak. He did his best to be suave and charming, hoping to impress this magnificent woman. "Rebecca has told me so much about you, but I see now that her glowing praises fell far short of the reality," Jeff gushed.
"Why, how charming of you to say so," Sophia responded. Looking at Rebecca, she said with a smile, "You neglected to tell me what a hunky stud your husband was." Jeff almost preened as he heard this.
The meeting went well, ending with Sophia holding Jeff's hand in what felt like an intimate manner, stating, "We must get together often." Jeff didn't know that Miss Sophia had already converted Rebecca into her submissive. Just as gradually, with further encounters, Miss Sophia wove her web of fascination around him as well, molding him also into that same state of submission.
He was taken by her beauty, her mystique. She seemed to be vaguely offering some future pleasures, if he was a 'good boy' and did what he was told. He eagerly obeyed, hoping that one day she'd invite him into her bed, and let him get to know her body intimately. She went so far as to let him worship her feet. Oh those feet! So soft, scented with her delicate scent. He loved getting his lips and mouth on them, kissing them, licking and sucking her toes. He imagined that one day his mouth would be on her cunt, as well. She let him imagine it, knowing it would solidify his servitude.
Unbeknownst to him, Miss Sophia was already laying down rules for Rebecca to follow. Such as telling Rebecca, "I no longer want your husband fucking your cunt, my girl. After all," she continued, "this pussy belongs to me now, and I get to decide who uses it."
Since Miss Sophia actually had her fist inside Rebecca's cunt at that moment, causing a series of explosive orgasms to erupt from her core, Rebecca heartily agreed, gasping, "Yes. Yes!"