"A woman without her man is nothing"
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"A woman: without her, man is nothing"
Daniel Jackson most certainly agreed with the latter statement. It hadn't always been like that though, oh no. Over the past twenty years, Jackson considered that he had conquered the business and technological world. A senior VP for a multi national company, he had struggled up the corporate ladder from humble beginnings. He had the benefit of little formal education and had worked and schemed hard to attain his current level of status.
He had always been a little unsure of women and, as most of his earlier years were spent working long hours at the office, most of the females that he encountered were also employees of the company. As his career unfolded and his level of seniority developed, Jackson found himself supervising many of the female office workers. He treated them all much the same; they were there for the purpose of his delegation - to make his job easier - and he used them as he would any other business tool. But he did manage to get to know a few of them a little better - on a personal basis. He could recall several Christmas parties where he had kissed and occasionally fondled one or other of the secretaries or clerks in the privacy of his office. One occasion particularly stuck in his memory.
It had been at a retirement party several years ago. At the time, Jackson had employed a tall, leggy brunette as his personal assistant. Her name was Maria and as much as Jackson was wary of her presence, he could do little to stop himself ogling her classic features and large voluptuous breasts. It seemed to him that Maria had been wearing lower cut blouses recently, almost teasing him with brief glimpses of her creamy skin or the lacy white bras that she habitually wore, but he was far too professional, far too frightened, in fact, to ever take the situation any further. It was Maria, as it was with the limited amount of other women whom Jackson had been with, that made the first move. In the relative darkness of a secluded corner of the general office she had pulled him close. Her breasts crushed against his chest and her lips locked with his in a passionate embrace. As soon as his own lips responded, Maria almost dragged her boss into his private office. She blouse was open in a second and with a little encouragement, Jackson's hands went straight to her tits. As she directed his movements, he squeezed and manipulated her engorged nipples while she moaned and squealed her obvious delight. It seemed to Jackson a reversal of roles as Maria moaned her instructions to him. Her voice was becoming more excited, her breath coming in short ragged gasps as she demanded his continuance. As she approached her orgasm, Maria suddenly pushed him away and jumped up onto his desk. Her skirt was up around her trim waist in a second and, spreading her long legs wide, she pulled the gusset of her damp panties to one side revealing a perfectly shaved pussy.
"Eat me" she demanded, "eat my pussy, Mr. Jackson. You know you want to and I can't wait any longer! Do it now! Come on, eat me out!"
As if in a different world, an unfamiliar submissive world, Jackson fell to his knees and began the most enjoyable task of licking his personal assistant to orgasm. Her high heeled shoes drummed on his back as her climax overtook her. She shook, she trembled, she called him the most obscene names he had ever heard and as Maria flooded his face with her juice, Jackson creamed his shorts without even being touched. The experience with Maria and several other girls that worked for the company, taught Jackson one thing: He needed to be dominated in his love life - he needed a woman to take charge.
It was later that he met Talia, the woman that was to become his wife. Female executives were by now becoming far more prolific in the company and Talia came with extremely impressive credentials. Although, essentially, Jackson was still her manager, Talia made it perfectly clear from her first day at work that she was a strong, dominant woman who demanded to be treated with the respect that her position deserved. This was clearly a different type of woman and Jackson fell in love with her at first sight. Over the following months a relationship developed between the couple. Jackson was delighted that Talia always seemed to take the lead whenever they made love, and they had known each other for less than a year when she proposed to him.
Over the years their relationship developed further. Talia was more than happy that she had found a man who would so willingly submit to her every fantasy and desire. She bought her husband hand and ankle cuffs, collars and leashes and other products to facilitate his submission. For Jackson's part, he was happy to indulge in any of his wife's fantasies - if she was happy, he was happy.
It wasn't until the second year of their union that Talia first broached the subject of introducing another person to their bedroom. At first Jackson was surprised and a little hurt that she would want another slave besides himself. Talia explained that no other person could take his place as her ultimate submissive. She wanted a lover on her own terms - one that she could treat as an equal. Inevitably, Jackson willingly agreed. Talia already had an idea who she was going to invite to share her bed and a date was set.
The day of the encounter finally arrived. Talia had taken the day off to go shopping and prepare herself while Dan Jackson went to work as usual. The day was uncomfortable for him. Constantly his mind returned to thoughts of what was to happen later. Who would be the third person? Would he, Jackson, be able to hear the sounds of a stranger making love to his wife as they grunted their ecstasy? Would Talia prefer the stranger to him? It was impossible to concentrate on his work and he was pleased when 5pm finally rolled around and he could justify leaving the office for the day. On the way home in the car, Jackson's mind was still vivid with pictures of his wife lying naked with an unknown man plunging his large tool into her vagina. He was faintly surprised to discover that, while his mind had been working overtime, his body had as well and he now sported a throbbing erection beneath his suit trousers. It was dark as he drove and, for a moment, he considered the idea of masturbating. Thinking of the dangers of doing this on a busy highway, he quickly pushed the thought to the back of his mind, shuffled in his seat and pressed his foot a little further down on the throttle. Fifteen minutes later Daniel Jackson pulled up into the driveway of his house.
As he settled himself in the lounge with a glass of brandy, Talia was nowhere to be seen. She could not be seen but she could certainly be heard. The sounds of her voice were coming from the spare bedroom and were the sounds of a woman engaged in the throes of sexual excitement. Jackson shivered slightly. It was not cold in the house, but to hear his wife's voice in such a situation; loudly exclaiming the obvious virtues of her lovers penis, had the hair on the back of his neck standing up. Should he climb the stairs and greet them? Should he stay and listen? Should he leave and let her enjoy her lover? The questions just swam through his mind. Almost on cue, his thoughts were answered as he heard his wife's voice.
"Danny? Is that you? Get up here right now, slave! See how I should be fucked properly!" Jackson was quite used to his wife demeaning him - he thoroughly enjoyed it! But in front of another man? He wasn't sure at all. But he was certainly not about to cause displeasure to his wife, his Mistress, so quietly and with foreboding he ascended the steep stairs.
As he swung open the door to the spare bedroom the words of greeting stuck in his throat. He was not sure exactly what he had expected to find, but it was certainly not this! On the bed in front of him lay Talia, naked but for a pair of black seamed stockings. Assaulting her prone body was not one, but two muscular strangers. Both men were tall and fit looking. One had light, almost blonde hair whilst the others head was covered in thick, black tresses. Both had large, thick cocks and were using them expertly on Talia: blondie was between her outstretched legs and thrusting his weapon solidly into her gaping vagina, while black-hair was stuffing his wide tool deep into her mouth. Jackson stood open mouthed and simply stared at the scene before him. If his earlier erection had subsided at all, then it was certainly back with a vengeance now! A towel lay beneath Talia's bottom and, from the state of its soaked appearance, it seemed that the three of them had been fucking for some time.
With a groan of satisfaction black-hair suddenly pulled his cock from between Talia's lips and began to ejaculate thickly. Long white ropes of cum splashed her face and blonde hair, eventually running in meandering rivulets over her cheeks and chin to drip obscenely onto her breasts and stiff nipples. Talia coughed and spluttered slightly as the semen entered her mouth. She began to push blondie away from her pussy causing him to remonstrate and indicate his throbbing and, as yet, unsatisfied cock.
"No baby, my cunt's too sore now. But don't worry, we'll find something for you to put it in!" she said with a wink. "Get over here, my slave, I need you to lick my swollen pussy and make it feel good!"
