This is a story about a woman who is shared by her husband but ends up taken not given
A Dominant, A Scavenger Hunt,
And Some else's Wife.
How she gets what she wants, her husband gets what he wants,
and the Dominant Takes what he wants.
Deb and I were on our way back to the hotel, and Doug was on his way to the Tattoo Parlor. I had asked them guys there to graphically describe what they did to her, and to take literary license in doing so. I know these guys, and they will have him convinced she had everything but the lamppost up her ass before they turn him loose. And that is more than fine by me, I like what I do, and that's why I've done it all these years. Sex isn't just what you do, its2mostly what you put in the mind of the people you're doing it to. He was my toy to play with, and I played with his mind big time.
As we exited the car, Deb was fearfully aware by the light chilled breeze, that her pussy was fully displayed to anyone in front of her, and if she bent forward enough to cover it, she felt the air circling the training plug in her ass. She looked at me with that face I love to see on women, when their thinking "What am I to do now." I just chuckled and knew she would figure it out on her own. She's not one of those young tramps that look to a man to do everything for them, because they're too stupid to think it out. No, she was a mature woman with a working brain, that commanded an impressive working body, and a will to use both to their extremes. She quickly figured out that if she stood straight and cupped her hands in front of her, she could block them view of both holes.
For me, I wanted to see her squirm just a bit more, so I looped her left arm around my waist before we got to the hotel lobby. Now she was blocking the obscene view with only one hand. This would have been good enough for most perverted minds, but not mine. As we got through the lobby and made our way back to the elevators, I took my free arm and looping it around her back, grabbing her elbow and pulling it back exposing her to the world. As she panicked, I simply asked her with a whisper, "Now you're afraid of strangers seeing your pussy?"
Once in the elevator I had her stand for one more picture, pussy hanging out and a wicked smile upon her face. We got out of the elevator when Doug texted me with a pic of her cum covered coat. I had Deb sit on the bench in the elevator lobby and texted him back.
"Did the guys think she was a good fuck?"
"They told me some radical things you did to her. I swear if you hurt her, I'll get you."
"Take it easy Douglass, if you want to see her yet tonight."
"Dammit, just tell me where you are."
I sent him the pic of her in the elevator, one hand on the wall, one on her hip, the sluttiest smile on her face, and her pussy completely uncovered.
"Does this look like she is hurting in any way? This slut can't get enough in that cunt of hers."
Now there wasn't an immediate response to my text, so I decided to have some fun. With my driver taking video, I stood Deb up, ripped that nightie off her body, and told her not to cover herself. She didn't seem to mind being naked in the elevator lobby too much, as a matter of fact I think she enjoyed it. Again, she gave me that wonderful slut smile, and she made me adore her even more. Don't get me wrong, it is wonderful to have a true slut wanting to experience an entire evening of debauchery, but to give you that precious slut smile while she does, it's just priceless.
She headed up the hall to her room, carrying her ripped nightdress, almost like she was leading a parade totally nude except for heels. My God what a woman she is, I thought to myself. She had no pockets, so the cardkey was in in mine. She stood at the door wondering why I didn't move to open it.
"Only naked sluts allowed jn this room."
"I don't have a stitch of clothing to take off."
"Your feet are covered and that is too much. I want you totally naked before I let you in and use every part of you."
"OK boss, I'll take them off, but I'll do it my way".