Delilah and Cliff

TUESDAY, JULY16, 2024

My next contact with Delilah and Cliff was a call the next day from Cliff on Delilah's number at six a.m. the next morning. I was just getting ready to head to the gym.

"Hello, sexy," I answered. The next thing I heard was a deep bass voice in my ear,

"So, you're the young gigolo banging my wife now." It was a statement, not a question.

"Guilty, as charged," I replied. "And you must be Cliff, her husband, who likes to see her owned by other men."

There was a predatory pause on the other end.

My phone exploded with laughter. "I'm Steve Hampton," I told him when the laughter died down. "I think we should have a drink together, don't you?"

"Yes, I agree, a nice public place, so we can get to know each other. I own several taverns in this county, the Hot Spot, the Spotted Dawg, and the Spotted Hawg, so if we go to one of those, the drinks are on the house. Do you have a preference?"

"The Hot Spot, that's in [redacted], isn't it?"

"Yeah, on the corner of [redacted] and Fourth Street. What night is good for you?" He began to chuckle again, like a distant wall of thunder.

"I'm free on Thursday, are you? And would you mind letting me on the joke?" All very polite, but I wanted to know what he was laughing about.

The line went silent again for a moment.

"Well, I must say, you have some balls on you. I like that. Yeah, Thursday night is fine for us, Stud, so can you be there around seven, and I'll have the cook whip us up something to eat."

"And we can laugh some more about my balls," I replied, but I left out the part about 'while they're slapping against your wife's chin.' I joined his chuckle. "Great! Thursday at seven. Your tab. Got it."

"Good. Now, Delilah gets up around nine, so if I were you, I'd let her sleep," he told me. "It will be a pleasure to meet you in person."

"Same here," I replied. "Bye."

I put on my shoes, grabbed my phone and Gym bag, and headed out to my Corvette to work out.

I returned a little after eight, did a little shopping on the Internet, and had the package sent to Delilah.

I called her at nine-fifteen.

"Hello, my personal slut, this is your Master speaking."

"Yes, sir?"

"You will be receiving a package tomorrow morning, call me for instructions when it comes."

"Yes, sir."

"I spoke with your husband this morning; I think he wanted to catch me in my sleep."

"What time did he call you? Sir?"

"Six a.m., from your phone."

"Oh, he's done that before with some of my other friends, it is an intimidation tactic. Sir."

"Well, he didn't intimidate me. In fact, I made him laugh."

"Then, if I may make my opinion known, sir?"

"Proceed."

"I think the two of you will get along just fine."

"Send me a video of you masturbating and fantasizing about our meeting Thursday night. I expect it immediately. Goodbye for now."

I hung up.

Five minutes later, I received a video text message from her phone. It showed her in the living room, wearing a sheer nightie, pantie-less. Her phone was a few feet away on a table. She began stroking her labia, showing the delicate folds already wet with her arousal. It showed her pinching and stroking her clit for several minutes, culminating in a stream of vaginal fluid squirting out of her that knocked over the phone.

"Very nice," I said to no one in particular. And went on with my day.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 17, 2024

I received Delilah's next call at eleven o'clock.

"Hello, slut."

"Oh, you dirty man."

"Ahem."

"Oh, you dirty man, sir."

"Make that mistake tomorrow, and I will lift your skirt and paddle your ass in front of everyone."

"Yes, sir."

"So I take it you got your package?"

"I have it right on my lap, sir."

"You know how to use it?"

"Yes, sir."

I pulled up the controller app on my phone and a pulse of vibration command to the device.

"Ooooo, wow, sir, it almost jumped out of my hands!"

"Install it now inside you."

"Ready, sir."

I sent a few commands from my phone, and Delilah gave me reactions from cooing contentedly to a pleasurable and surprised shriek.

"I'm not that familiar with all of your clothes, I was mainly looking for your fetish wear, so I'll leave it to you to choose your attire, but wear panties. I don't want that thing falling out of you at the bar. Wear something sexy."

"I understand, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Make it good, slut. See you tomorrow. 'Bye now."

It would be an interesting night tomorrow night.

THURSDAY NIGHT, JULY 18, 2024

I arrived at seven sharp and went up the stairs to the bar. My eyes adjusted to the dim light inside, and I saw Cliff and Delilah sitting at a booth in the back. I took my phone out and sent a command to Delilah's device to vibrate at its lowest setting, and she squealed with delight as I approached.

I stuck out my hand to Cliff, who wasn't at all what I expected. I had imagined him to be larger than life, based on his voice. Instead, he was average in almost every way, until he spoke. He stood up and shook my hand.

"Steven, it's truly a pleasure to meet you," he boomed, his voice easily filling the entire bar. "And you eat quite an impression on Delilah!"

I sat down, and immediately, there was a waitress at my side, requesting my drink order.

"Top-shelf scotch, please." I took out my phone and dialed Delilah's device up two notches. "It's a pleasure meeting you as well, Cliff," I admitted. "Your marriage has an interesting dynamic, and I find it fascinating."

"Right to the meat of the matter, eh," he turned to Delilah, who was holding her knees tightly together and giggling insanely. "What is your deal, Del'?"

"It's my fault, Cliff. I'm psychic; I can make her cum with my mind."

He looked at me, then at her, and shook his head.

"What are you trying to pull here, Steve?"

My drink came then, and while I accepted it, I surreptitiously increased the vibration level on Delilah's device to its maximum. As I sipped my drink, she stifled a scream and almost fell to her knees, leaking her sweet nectar on her seat.

The look on Cliff's face was priceless. Part shock and part disbelief. When he turned to look at her again, I turned her device off.

"No fair, Steven! Why'd you stop?"

I sent her a withering look.

"What did I tell you, slut? Come here!"

She looked properly chastised and stood before me.

"Assume the position," I ordered. She bent over my lap, I raised her skirt and laid two resounding smacks on her ass that rang out over the entire bar. People definitely noticed, turning their heads, some of the women giggled and laughed.

Delilah stood up, patting her bottom.

"My apologies, sir," she whispered.

"Two more next time," I warned her.

"Yes, sir," she demurred.

Cliff watched this scenario, a range of emotions playing across his face, from incredulity to wonder. At last, he decided on his reaction, and the saloon rocked with his raucous laughter.

"I told you I liked him," he finally said to Delilah. "He has a wicked attitude." And he continued to laugh.

I smiled at him and sipped my scotch. Not as good as his private bar at home, but it's still acceptable.

"He really has a hold on you, Del'. I almost believe you are a psychic." Then he laughed again. "Almost."

While he was looking at her, I turned her device up to half, and she immediately bit her lip, squeezed her knees together, and started mewling like a cat.

"What has gotten into you, Del'?"

"H-h-he owns me," she stuttered.

"Well, Steven, I appreciate what you've done with her. She's very cute like this, don't you agree?"

She was trembling, on the verge of orgasm.

"Yes, she's very attractive in this state, I agree."

The waitress reappeared, hoisting a tray of oysters.

"Food fit for a king," Cliff said, clapping his hands. "Let's dig in, shall we?" He raised a shell to his mouth and noisily slurped the miniature vagina into his mouth, then smacked his lips appreciatively.

I joined him, and we each slurped several of the mollusks down.

"Very good, super fresh...delicious!" Cliff slurped down another, nodding in agreement.

Delilah raised her hand, calling the waitress over. "Onion rings, Maria. I hate shellfish."

She was already getting used to the halfway mark, so I increased the vibration up a notch. But I wasn't discreet enough.

"What are you doing on your phone, Steve?"

"Using my phone to increase my psychic hold on her," I joked. I showed him the screen. "Try it yourself."

He took my phone with a curious look on his face, but he quickly caught on. He watched her reaction as he pushed the controller to its maximum, and Delilah's sexual response was delightful. She slid off her seat and dropped to her knees just as Maria placed her order of onion rings on the table. To Maria's credit, she pretended not to notice.

Cliff watched Delilah spasm, tremble, and shudder, fascinated by her reactions to my phone. Finally, as juices began to form a puddle under her, I took the phone from his hand and dialed her down. She gasped in relief and lowered her head to recoup her composure.

"You've got to be careful with that," I remarked. "you'll burn her cunt out for a month, and she won't be able to cum without it."

"Sounds good to me," he said and slapped me on the back, hard. Luckily, I wasn't drinking or eating. I didn't think he meant it as aggression but as a jovial congratulations. I let it roll off my back and punched his shoulder good-naturedly.

"Your wife is extraordinarily agreeable, Cliff," I said as I picked up my scotch. "You've trained her remarkably well."

"It's because I understand her," he admitted. "We got married fairly young and had a family. Once the kids were out of college, we had some rough times, because we didn't have a good plan of what to do when we became empty-nesters. She felt that she had missed so much by having children Young. She never had a chance to 'sow her wild oats.'"

"Whereas I, fifteen years her senior, lived a glorious time of hedonism and promiscuity In my teens and twenties. The pipe I laid during that time would carry gas across the entire country." His voice rambled with pride and nostalgia. "Sex between us had become routine and predictable." He finished his drink and waved at Maria for another and one for me, too,

"So letting out her inner slut seemed wise," I said, finishing his thought.

"Well, it certainly worked for us. She was an excellent mother, so it gave me the best of both worlds...She worked hard to keep her figure, and I appreciated that. Throughout our marriage, I had Madonna, and now I have the whore, making her the perfect woman."

Delilah had recovered from her swoon, struggled to sit up, and downed her drink in one big gulp. "You boys are naughty with that tech," she said, "and I love it! Who would've thought that pink strip could drop a girl to her knees?"

"Just exactly where you belong." I picked up my fresh drink and raised my glass. "Here's to leaving you to find your inner slut!"

"Yes, sir, you certainly helped me find that," she waived to Maria for another drink, "and now, what do you command, sir?"

"With your permission, I think we should take this party somewhere more private, Cliff," I drained my scotch. "Do you agree?"

"Yes, I want to see more of your control over my wife, Stud," Cliff said. "Does that suit you, Del'?"

She looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. "Nothing would make me happier," she replied to Cliff but never took her eyes from mine.

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Later, at their home, we had just walked in their front door and shed our shoes.

"Strip. Delilah, and show your husband my gift."

"Can I put some music on first, sir?"

"An excellent idea." Cliff and I sat on opposite ends of the couch while Delilah turned on a playlist from her phone. The music surrounded us, emanating from hidden speakers. Delilah began to dance, her hips undulating, arms reaching out to me like she wanted to draw me in. I took out my phone.

"I have a better idea," I said. "Continue to strip and show Cliff my gift in that sopping wet cunt of yours." I punched the command into my phone for a low pulsing vibration to start. She sucked in a deep breath but let her top slip from her shoulders to the floor in front of him, revealing her flushed chest and hardening nipples. Her hands grasped her tits, rubbing them in her husband's face, and his mouth eagerly sought their peaks. I raised the intensity of her device.

Delilah's trembling hips swayed provocatively in response to the increased stimulation, and as Cliff satiated his thirst for her tits, she peeled off her panties, exposing her shapely ass and my gift as it vibrated in her cunt.

"Now lie on the floor on your back and show him the magic." As she opened her legs, I increased the vibration level to the device, and her cunt started a slow leak of clear fluid on her inner thighs. I got up and stood over her face, my feet planted on either side of her head.

"I think a wife should honor her husband," I said to Cliff, "especially during these extreme circumstances." He smiled, awaiting her honoring reward. I took a step back and looked down at Delilah's flushed face. "I want you to get on your knees and get Cliff's cock out and deep-throat him until he empties his balls deep down your throat. Imagine you're sucking me."

"Gladly, sir." She raised to her knees, unzipped his pants, and freed his hardened cock. She licked her lips and ran her tongue up his length, opened her mouth, and swallowed him whole with one deep gulp.

I undid my trousers and let them fall to the floor behind her but held on to my phone, increasing the level of intensity of her device. I crouched behind her and started spanking her ass until it glowed a deep red. Then I dipped my cock-head into her sopping, dripping sex to lubricate it, and so lubed, began to feed it into her hungry asshole.

As I went deeper into her ass, Cliff went deeper into her throat. We pumped into her mercilessly, faster and faster, until both of us came into her.

"Yes, yes, yes," she gargled, cum running out of her mouth. "Fill my ass!"

Delilah came then, the fluid squirting out of her cunt along with my gift. It lay on the floor, wriggling obscenely. She fell to the floor, thrumming her clit, shooting a stream of vaginal liquid into Cliff's face. He lapped it up, savoring the sweet and tangy taste.

"Well, Stud, you certainly did a good job," he boomed. "See your way out, will you? Call us next week."

While Delilah masturbated on the floor, squirting all over Cliff, I got dressed and left.