I married a girl 5 years older than me. We met at university and got married two years later. By then I had proven that I wasn't going to manage a degree whereas Pauline had her Masters and a very good job. Pauline has a gay friend, Rick who she has known for ever and he is equally as successful and a few years ahead of her on the fast track. They used to be lovers and Rick jokes that when she left she broke his heart so badly he turned gay. She says that him sleeping with other men was what caused their breakup. However, what they have now is a very tight friendship.
Rick is suave, fun and with his tall handsome looks never fails to have a new boy on his arm, usually a decade younger than him, closer to my age than his. When we tease him about the revolving door in his love life he often replies, jokingly, that he would have settled down long ago with the boy he really wanted if Pauline hadn't hooked me first. Just his way of telling us to shut up.
Last summer we called in to see him on our way through town. He had just returned from a lavish vacation in southern Europe and wanted to show us his pictures. He had a lot of photos, mostly taken by Martin, his latest squeeze who had a camera in his hand almost all of the time. We had wine and lunch as we looked at the photos and listened to his entertaining tales of their three weeks of culture and debauchery in the hot Mediterranean sun.
Lunch spilled into and afternoon lazing by the pool after Rick gave us gifts from his travels - a necklace and skimpy thong bikini for Pauline and a pair of skimpy swim trunks and an anklet for me. I was very self-conscious as I modelled my gifts for him, the trunks were more like a pair of girls boy-short panties than swim shorts, not something I would be wearing in public! Pauline didn't seem at all abashed when she modelled the pink thong bikini, giving us all a full display of her sexy ass as she twirled and then her gorgeous cleavage which cradled the heart amulet on the necklace perfect. Once the initial excitement died down we lay in the sun and the pool for the rest of the afternoon, drinking and chatting
An invitation card arrived a few days after we got home. It was for Rick's birthday party which he always made a flamboyant affair, it included a photo that Martin had taken just as Rick was saying his goodbyes to us by the pool. Rick was in the middle, standing tall and handsome in his suit. Pauline was standing on his left in her bikini with the robe sexily drooping from her shoulders, lots of gorgeous tanned skin and cleavage showing. She was snuggling up to him with look of adoration in her eyes. I was sitting on his right, naked but for the skimpy pink swim trunks. He had his hand on my shoulder in a proprietorial way and the look on my face was incredibly submissive.
Pauline roared with laughter. "Oh how funny! Typical of Rick to pick this outrageous photo of the three of us. What a hoot.!"
She just found it hysterical, giggled about it for a while as we were preparing dinner. Then she sat down at the table to eat and read the note with it, then looked at the photo again.
Her eyes widened. "Ohhhh! No! Does he have a hard-on?" She asked with glee. "And it's right beside your face! Ohhh what a hoot!"
Later that evening we had sex, deliciously slow sensual sex. Pauline came twice before I did and then rode me to my climax. She looked down and started taunting me about the photo and how I looked like Rick's bitch and how I was looking hungrily at his cock. She taunted me about how she would fantasize about me sucking his cock for weeks now. I came in a torrent, just the thought made me lose all control.
Pauline grinned widely as she switched off the light a few minutes later. "Sweet dreams!" she said with a knowing wink.
That photo and its insinuation made for some hot fantasy sex for several nights after that but eventually life carried it away. Two months later though, we were back at Rick's for his birthday party. No sign of Martin this time, apparently he had just been another passing fancy. There were more than thirty people for the evening and people were drifting through the house admiring his art and decor. As usual at Rick's parties at least half of the people there were gay men and I got a lot of attention, both conversational and physical. People touched me while they spoke to me, several guys stroked my ass and two men even gave me their phone numbers. It was unusual even for that friendly crowd. Some guys were smoking pot and passing it around and I got my share as well as plenty of wine. By the time everyone had left, I was buzzed, feeling foggy but sensually horny. Pauline asked me to fetch our bags from the car and when I returned she and Rick were gone from the living room.
When I came through the door into the master bedroom, they were both standing looking at a huge framed canvas on the wall. Pauline looked delightedly shocked, Rick was smirking.
Pauline looked at me with childish glee then nodded at the picture on the wall and giggled. "No wonder you were the Belle of the Ball, everyone wanted some of Rick's bitch!"
The photo of the three of us by the pool that summers day was blown up to poster size. It was huge. The robe Pauline wore over her shoulders had been coloured a little to make it look more like an evening gown. She still looked up at Rick adoringly. Rick still looked elegant in his fine suit and tie and he was still resting his hand on my shoulder in such a way that he looked like he was controlling me. He still had that unmistakably large swelling in his pants and I was still there looking meek and submissively up at him wearing nothing but the pink girlie shorts. What had been added was a collar around my neck. The image was incredibly striking, incredibly erotic. It was also very obviously Pauline and me with Rick and not at all obvious that someone had photo shopped the image.
My first reaction was an erotic thrill at the perversity of the image. My second was a terrible realization that everyone who had been in the house that day had seen the picture, all those knowing looks and playful touches had been about this, they all considered me to be Rick's submissive plaything.
Pauline gave a whoop of glee. "Darling it looks wonderful, how deliciously erotic! And right over your bed, you naughty man!"
I felt completely humiliated when Rick turned to me and said with a smirk: "Rick's bitch! I like the sound of that, how about you, hot pants?"
I turned crimson and stuttered trying to come up with a clever reply. My mind was a blank. He walked out of the room, trailing his hand across my ass as he passed.
"I love how timid you get round Rick, it's like you are already his bitch without knowing it! It makes me horny! Let's go to bed." She hugged me close.
Ten minutes later we were getting hot and heavy. I was feeling pretty confused and very horny but I couldn't get hard.
"Too much pot, sweetheart!" Pauline smirked. "Fortunately you still have that talented tongue! You don't need anything else to be my bitch!"
"I think I prefer being your bitch than Rick's." I said kissing my way down her sexy body.
