Juliette and I are both accountants. We married young and with the benefit of hindsight, probably too young. We knew we loved each other, but knew very little else of each others hopes and dreams, likes and dislikes, wants and desires. We also knew very little about each others sexuality. In fact, I was worried in case she found out about my sexual desires. Not that I'm a rapist or a complete pervert or anything so controversial, quite the opposite, actually. I'm a quiet, subdued sort of man and, yes, I'm not afraid to say it, I like to be dominated. In fact its more than that; I like to be completely at the mercy of my sexual partner. Humiliation; abasement; ignominy, these are all part of my sexual make-up. Of course, I could never do anything like that close to home. Various girlfriends and eventually my wife Juliette, saw me as nothing more or less than a rather dull lover - I had to find an outlet for my desires a little further away. Eventually, after experimenting rather unsuccessfully with prostitutes and escort agencies, I met a young, single mother called Mandy. I would pay her, of course, but using her own flat in a rather run-down part of town, made it seem unlike the impersonal service that I had received from the aforementioned professional ladies. I would visit Mandy once or twice a week. Looking back now, I realise that I was being terribly selfish in virtually ignoring my wife's own desires: Juliette and I still made love occasionally, but I fear it was as disappointing for her as it was for me.
But I continued to see Many regardless. I knew she needed the money; she had a boyfriend, but as he was out of work (probably by choice, I think) and my regular visits and payments made her life a little easier. Mandy was not a professional, as I've mentioned, but she is extremely strict with me. She will allow me to look at her body, but not to touch. She won't even touch my own "pathetic" body (her words) with anything other than her feet - she say's that I am only worthy of the lowest part of her anatomy. Our sessions together usually start with her demanding that I strip naked before she beats my bare buttocks with her favourite leather crop. It hurts like hell, but the throbbing erection that I always achieve after only a few seconds of this brutal treatment, betray my true feelings. She will then instruct me to lie face up on the floor while she massages my turgid penis with her bare foot. Occasionally she has kept her high heeled shoes on for this last part and I am left with large red welts on my cock as well as on my buttocks, but I never care, within a few short seconds I am always spurting my seed all over my belly. I have to be careful though. If a drop of my semen lands on her carpet, she forces me to lick it up with my tongue!
On one particular occasion, Mandy's boyfriend Tom was still there when I paid my usual visit. I expected him to leave us and I think Mandy did too, but he just smiled and said that he wanted to watch his girlfriend in action. I was mortified but Mandy giggled girlishly - she seemed to think it might be fun. We went through an array of humiliation and degradation that afternoon. Apart from the high leather boots and stockings that she invariably wore, Mandy was nearly as naked as I was. This was always a treat for me and I had already cum twice. Tom just sat on the sofa watching and rubbing his crotch through his dirty jeans, but I could see from the expression on his face that he was becoming restless. I wasn't surprised when he eventually leapt off the sofa and removed his jeans completely.
"What's going on?" I cried from my prone position, bent over the coffee table.
"All this has got me so horny, I gotta fuck something or jerk off!" replied Tom crudely.
I knew what was coming next. Mandy had told me before of her boyfriends liking for anal sex and now it appeared that his desires were not just confined to the fairer sex! The pain as he first penetrated me with his thick penis was nearly too much to bear and Tom showed me little mercy. Fortunately, in his excited state, he lasted only a few seconds before I felt him swell inside me and release the contents of his balls into my tight hole. I felt humiliated and ashamed as the pair stood above me laughing, but I also felt good. I felt like a complete person.
Usually after a visit to Mandy, I stop off at a local wine bar for some refreshment before going home. This brief stop gives me time to contemplate and luxuriate in the recent experience and to prepare my mind for the switch back to my home life. But that night, for some reason, I just wanted to get home. It may have been something to do with my confused state of mind (was I turning bisexual or even gay?), or it might have had something to do with the fact that my ass still burned like the fires of hell and sitting on a hard barstool was not going to help! Suffice to say that when I entered our house that evening, I was over an hour earlier than usual.
My mind was still in a turmoil of confusion as I entered the lounge and I don't think that I completely registered what I was seeing until a few seconds later. When the realisation of what was happening did dawn on me, I didn't know what to do or say. Juliette - my own wife - was kneeling, hands free but ankles tied, completely naked between two large men. At first I feared the worst: A robbery that had, on discovery of little Juliette, turned into something much more dangerous - rape! But as I gazed on, not being able to move or speak, there seemed to be something wrong with that particular diagnosis: Juliette seemed to be in no way coerced, in fact she seemed to be more than a willing contributor.
"For fuck sake come in and close the door!" said the blonde haired man as he unzipped his jeans and released a very large penis. "You're letting the cold in!"
His dark haired friend laughed. "Your missus has told us all about you, Gary. You're a right little wimp aren't you? You gotta give a hot little submissive bitch like this the treatment she deserves!"
So there it was. I suppose I shouldn't have been too shocked or even surprised that Juliette had looked elsewhere for her sexual gratification - I certainly wasn't providing it - but to learn that she too was as submissive as me, put a lot of things into perspective. I slumped down onto the sofa still not able to speak. I had to admit, things now made a lot more sense.
"I'm sorry, darling," whispered my wife, making little or no effort to refrain from massaging the blonde man's thick tool between her fingers. I could see the look of lust on his face as his penis began a slow upward rising as his erection formed.
"No, actually, I'm not sorry!" she continued. "I'm sorry that you have to see this, but it's your own fault. I have my needs too you know! I'm well aware of your visits to your little tart - I have been for some time - so I decided to take a leaf out of your book and hire a couple of studs that will dominate me! Meet David and Carl."
