Author's note: As sometimes happens, there is some disagreement over my choice of categories. Indeed, this story set could as easily be under BDSM, Fetish, Couplings, or possibly Incest. I chose Loving Wives because in my mind, the focus is on Silvia, not on the peripherals. I prefer to keep the entire story line under a single category. That may change in the future, but not in this set.
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At 9:30 she was online and naked. He did not show up and she worried she had the information wrong. Silvia desperately wanted her Master to see her, to give her orders, and to watch her do his bidding. She ran a hand through her hair and felt a clump. Frowning, she realized she would need to wash her hair again before her husband came home and then comb carefully to remove every clump of the cum Sammy had poured onto her hair the night before. At 10, she closed her computer and took her second shower of the day.
While she brushed her hair, her phone sounded with a text. Mitch was at the airport and expected to be home for lunch. That gave her an hour to dress and make sure the house was cleaned up. She looked again at her wrists, where faint lines showed from the ropes she had worn. The hogtie was what had put so much strain on her arms.
The thought of her in that hogtie had her closing her eyes, fingers sliding down her body. Suddenly she shook her head and realized she needed to get moving. The collar was put into a drawer under her heavy winter clothes, her rings were checked, cleaned and brushed again, and put back on her finger. The piece of paper with the information she needed to video chat went through the shredder. She wanted to cum again. She wanted orgasm after orgasm.
As she cleaned up, she thought about that. Never had she felt this sexual, but she had never had a master, either. The bondage interests that began when her older brothers tied her up one day had continued to grow. They were having fun, just keeping their 8 year old sister from bothering them for a half hour. Once her anger faded and the sensation of helplessness began sinking into her, she found she loved the ropes. Five years later, at 13, she first tied herself, badly, and fingered herself to an orgasm.
Why she hadn't thought to discuss this with Mitch before they married, she couldn't say. She was in love and everything would, of course, work out. Even if there was a crisis, just as in the movies and songs of popular culture, in the end she would have everything she wanted and be smiling happily for the rest of her life. Only it hadn't gone that way.
She hinted early, and he showed no interest. She started self bondage when he was at work and she had a day at home. He found her dildo and asked if he wasn't good enough. She was embarrassed because it was larger than him, but she just explained that sometimes she would get an urge and he wasn't around. She didn't understand that he felt she was having an affair with the dildo. Her fetishes were kept under control until Stacy went to college. By then, Silvia was staying home and her husband was beginning his work travels. Justin would go to school and Silvia would strip and put on the handcuffs she had gotten online. Then the dildo would go in and she would continue until she couldn't continue more. When Justin went to college, it got easier for her to enjoy her naked days.
At that time, she had no idea the neighbor behind her had been watching her with a camera. He had come to the front door a few times, selling something or trying to organize something. Sammy had been polite and respectful, which impressed her. He was also taller than her and in long sleeves, hiding his skinny arms, he could seem strong. One day after he had dropped off some mail that had accidentally been delivered to his house, he chatted with her a bit, smiled a lot, and when he left she grabbed her dildo, put it on a low box, and rode it for a half hour. Without realizing it, she had primed herself for his sudden appearance in her backyard, with his hand controlling her key and her freedom.
Her husband arrived home just before noon and she had prepared a nice lunch for the two of them. She wore a t-shirt and a pair of workout shorts, with slits on the sides. Silvia told him to get changed and she set the plates on the table on their patio. Hoping he was watching, with her belly tight from the stress, she bent so one hand was on the bench of the table, the other hand pulling her shorts and panties down to her thighs and then quickly standing to pull them back up. As she walked into the house to get their drinks, her husband was walking toward her from the stairs. He hugged her, kissed her, and told her he had missed her.
She teased him during the meal. She made comments, smiled, licked inside her glass, and ran her foot up and down his leg. After the meal they brought in their dishes and she grabbed him, kissing him. He responded hungrily, letting her belly know his interest as he cock pressed against her. She pulled him over to the dining room table, moved a chair a little, and lifted his shirt over his head. He expressed concern about the window and she said nobody could see them unless they tried really hard.
Sammy took another picture, smiling at how his slave had maneuvered her husband to such a visible place without him urging her. He clicked the camera as she pulled his shorts down, letting his cock spring out and bounce until she took it into her mouth. Soon both were naked and she was facing the table, bent forward. Sammy watched his hand go between her legs and the surprised look when he pulled it back out a half minute later, obviously wet. She pushed her wetness back against his cock and he moved forward, sliding into her.
Her intensity surprised Mitch, but not their distant observer. Sammy's hand moved into his pants as he realized this show was more for him than for her husband. At one point, she turned her head to look directly at him and she licked her lips. Sammy could tell when she had her first climax, her with a look of ecstasy, him with a look of surprise, but only a couple of minutes later he came and it set off her second climax.
The camera zoomed on the creamy discharge oozing from her pussy as she turned to lean against the table. She encouraged him to enter from that side and go again. Mitch was hard enough he could have done it, but his actions and expressions made clear he wanted nothing to do with a cum-filled pussy, even if it was his own cum. She was unhappy, then as he walked away she was angry. Shortly after he was out of view, likely heading up the stairs to clean up, Sammy saw Silvia wiping her pussy and smearing the cum onto the chair Mitch usually sat in. She coated the back and seat of the chair, then licked her hand and sucked her fingers.
Sammy turned off his camera and turned back to his computer, thinking what an idiot her husband was. Here was a woman, a beautiful woman, offering herself for sex and willing to do pretty much anything, and her husband walks away angry because she wants to fuck a second round and her pussy is full from the first round. It wasn't going to make things any easier for Sammy, but he knew two things. He enjoyed the power over his pretty, much older neighbor, and he did not want a long term relationship with a married woman twice his age.
The weekend he left her alone except to zoom in with his camera. Her husband was making no attempt to reconcile and, despite how horny she apparently felt, she was leaving him alone. Late on Sunday there was a change in the house. Stacy was home, and Sammy was on his camera as they walked onto the patio. Stacy was an inch or two taller than her mother, dark hair pulled into a pony tail that fell halfway down her back, lithe shape with full, jiggling breasts squeezed up between her front tie halter, and shorts that her father apparently did not approve of with the pockets hanging out the bottom.
Stacy's bedroom was in the back of the house, and Sammy hoped she would be lazy with the curtains, but she pulled them shut as soon as she walked into her room. Oh well, first night home and it was over already. He aimed the camera down again and saw the parents, mother with hands on hips, father pointing a finger at her. It seemed irreconcilable. He assumed Silvia and Stacy would be spending time together in the morning, but he planned to be online anyway.
Monday morning Mr Gredlyn was off to work. As soon as he was out the door, Silvia was lifting her nightgown and rubbing herself on the seat of his chair. It made for great photo shots, but did nothing else to please Sammy. He saw an angry woman getting a revenge that the target of that action would likely never know about.
Unlike most college kids, it seemed Stacy enjoyed rising early. She came bouncing into view shortly after Silvia had hurriedly stood up and straightened her clothing. They hugged, with Stacy making an interesting face and Sammy getting suddenly hard imaging the breasts, loose under the nightgowns, pressing together, nipple to nipple. Then he realized if Silvia was wet, her nipples were likely hard and there might be a fragrance in the air. He nodded as he watched Silvia go to make breakfast and Stacy looked around, noticing the almost dried chair seat.
He decided to let them have their conversation without him trying to read words, and wondered if the chair came up at all. There had to be a way to get Stacy involved, and hopefully have her on his side. He'd watched her for years, from a distance, and had some nice pictures of her, but he really hoped now to get to know her much better. Maybe long term.
After breakfast he was thrilled when Stacy went to her room and immediately opened the curtains. Her t-shirt came up over her head and was tossed aside, then she walked out into the hallway to get her shower. Apparently with only two women in the house she felt safe walking the hallway naked. He glanced at the clock. An hour until he should log on. He went downstairs to get a cup of coffee and let his aching cock soften up a bit again.
He was back in time to watch Stacy return to her room wrapped in a towel that was dropped as soon as the door closed behind her. Her breasts seemed to jump into view, the soft pink of her smallish areolas framing medium sized nipples. His view quickly went to her face and he decided after years of thinking she was cute that she was actually really beautiful. This was not a good way to date, but right now it's the best he had.
At 9:30 he was online and was surprised to find Silvia waiting. She greeted him as Master and he smiled. "I thought you would be busy with Stacy." He was struggling to keep his hand off his cock as he looked at the pretty woman on the screen, collar with rings around her neck, bare breasts swaying with every movement.
"She needs time to unpack and she wants to call some friends, Master. I hope it means there might be time ... I mean, I'm sorry Master, but I want to serve you." She was looking down and he was not feeling very in charge. Drama class, he told himself, act well your part, Sammy.
Plans were falling and rising in his head. "Is your door locked?" She nodded, a trace of fear in her eyes. "This week, lock the door every time you log on to see me. Starting next Monday, leave the door unlocked."
"But, but Master, Stacy might walk in. We've had a fairly open home." She was looking around as if to make sure she was alone with him.
He shook his head. "Slave Silvia, you can't have me to yourself. One day, Stacy must find out, and you must do all you can to help her accept it, and to be a slave at your side. In return," he took a deep breath, "I will try to help you."
Silvia's eyes went wide and her mouth opened. She realized he had seen it. And likely saw her attempted revenge. "I was angry. I'm sorry, Master."
"How many fingers have you had in your pussy before. At one time?"
