Donnie and Mel's Mistress-Pet/Slave role-play descended into cuckholding with young stud Justin. Donnie's affair a few years earlier and Mel's unquenched sexual appetite leads to such a turn after 23 years of marriage in such an impromptu manner. Mel leaves her submissive to do housework as she reconnects with an old friend Carrie, letting her in on her dominance of her husband and exploring their relationship that was put on hold five years ago.
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He enjoyed the rush of the caffeine the coffee gave him and passed on the breakfast bar Justin had provided as he left the house. The young Bull dressing in front of him, apologizing a little, but mostly just wanted out of the uncomfortable interaction.
The water he retrieved was well needed and he just sat, thought, and was ready for her whenever it was she was ready to appear. Donnie was still cuffed to the front leg of the couch he sat on, naked under the blanket she provided.
There was movement upstairs and soon a naked, looking tired but relaxed, Mel stepped down the stairs. He slipped to the cushions on the floor, Donnie got a look at her bare feet as he had positioned things so she would see that he was already in the position she taught him. "Permission to speak, Mistress."
"Permission granted, Cub," she said rubbing some of the sleep from her eyes. She had treated him more like pet that night and for the moment was calling him an animal name. Mel hadn't decided this was proper as she was going to be punishing her submissive.
"We were rudely interrupted from my punishment last night, please continue," Donnie said and he moved back into position on the cushion that he was enduring the crop to his ass and balls, swiveling the ankle cuffs around the leg of the couch, that held him in position.
This was a pleasant surprise, as she was ready to just leave him naked and cuffed for a while before she showered and took off for a shopping afternoon with one of her girlfriends, Carrie.
Justin had suggested she get connected with her friends more as another way to find herself in this new phase of her life so she texted that morning and Carrie was eager to go for an afternoon in Omaha.
Mel picked up the paddle and didn't hesitate and smacked his ass evenly in the middle, pulling back and doing it again. She wanted to get past the pain threshold and build up her own stamina. She looked at the clock nearby and it read 11:40, thinking maybe five minutes and then see how he looked.
Donnie's face puckered in pain on the strikes, especially after about five of them, the sting of each was bringing tears to his eyes. She kept going and he found breathing helped, as well as relaxing and letting the muscles absorb more than reflect the force of each swing. He was happy with his decision to please her, surprising her for sure, and now she smacked his ass again and again.
He tried to evaluate the situation, was this enough to stem the tide of punishments? Did he want this to be enough? He was sure he was going to have work to do that afternoon, and he promised himself he was going to go above and beyond getting work done, something not like himself. The spanking continued and he noticed the numbness setting in as she continued, taking a little more time in between.
She saw the clock hit 11:45 so she smacked him hard three more times. "Present for inspection, Cub!"
He scurried to his feet, careful to turn the cuff on his foot, stood tall, eyes down and arms up. She inspected the red marks on his ass, both from the paddle swats and last night's crop whipping. His cock was flaccid, the pain didn't arouse him, or it was just too early. She didn't know he had satisfied himself while she got it in the ass from Justin. She leant down, still naked, her body smelled of sweat and sex, and uncuffed him.
She undid the cuffs on his ankle and couch, sat down on the couch and motioned for him to sit beside him. She pulled him to her bosom, his head on her chest and she stroked his hair, sank her fingers in his arm and chest. She felt the difference between the two men, a D1 athlete and a man who just worked out to keep a few pounds off.
"I will talk and afterwards you have my permission to speak freely," she began, setting the rest of the weekend. "We will continue your training through Sunday evening at 7 p.m. Carrie is coming over in an hour or so and we're going to Omaha to shop and have a few drinks. I will have a to do list that I expect you to double with your own projects."
"Okay..." he said, not knowing what he was supposed to speak freely about at that moment.
"Yeah, well," she said, realizing she should have set the stage before letting him know he could speak his mind. "While I know we're both thinking about Justin, and was that my free pass for you fucking Terrie, I think we need to incorporate him into my new role."
"Incorporate?" he questioned, but knew. "I'm seeing this as a cuckold thing, is that what you're meaning?"
"Yes! Yes, a cuckold thing," she said flatly but eagerly. "I mean he said he'd be super chill about it, like we're all just friends like before."
Donnie hadn't really worried about losing Mel, and not in an overconfident, she'll never leave me kinds of way. It was just that when he got caught, and during other times, he would imagine being without her. Their sex was vanilla since kids, and up until the point they reacquainted Mel with her pre-kids sexual self. He saw all of this for now as a part of their new, sexual beginning.
On one hand it would suck losing her, and on the other hand it wouldn't suck. He really didn't have that competitive "I can lose her to someone" attitude, and could think of several women he'd pursue if that happened and have thought of actually. After his affair he often wondered about the decision to stay together, was it the best thing?
In terms of being a cuckold, or possibly becoming swingers, online he'd read a lot of stories where the jealousy would take over for one or more of those in a swinging situation. He would work to preserve the marriage, but if at the end of the day she left he would certainly be able to find someone. His wiring was just different that way.
"I was really turned on watching him fuck the shit out of you," Donnie said, sort of answering like he thought he ought too before being honest. "I could have stopped last night, but didn't."
He knew of her Hill night in college, the image in his mind of her being so dangerous in a room full of men turned him on. What she didn't tell him was that there were at least a dozen nights of multiple men or hook ups with strangers. She repressed some of that for him and the kids for 23 years. So while he was happy to see that attitude surface and wanted to continue to be her submissive, he was about to discover just how far she was willing to go.
"Talk is over, Cub, one last thing before I shower, you pathetic loser" she said sternly in her Mistress tone, instantly turning him on. "Lick my walls and my ass, to taste my Bull's seed."
She spun around and presented her backside to his face, Donnie scurried to get in there, tantalized by the humiliation and the smell of her. She could feel him lick inside her backside her arms on the armrest of the right side pushing into him, his hands on her hips.
"Ohhh, Cub," she moaned. "You like his taste, I bet, his long cock filling me up so much it's still in there."