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(ASS) Tom's Secret [2/2] <*> (SerathRune) (FM MM, cons, Mdom, Fdom,
wife,anal oral, caution, rom)
He arched an eyebrow. "Your clit is buried deep, hooded-- your pussy
soft and covered with dark curls. It tastes sweet and smells of the
lavender shampoo you use. Last Saturday you woke in the night and felt
your clit pulsing from a dream. Your husband was asleep. You reached
over and kissed him on the lips. Still sleeping he drew your naked body
to him and began to suckle. Frustrated, you told him sweetly to wake up
and fuck you. He laughed softly then rolled you over and mounted you
without foreplay. You love that. You praised him and he began to pump
into you. It didn't take long for you to come. As you came you
whispered words, words you never use. He was surprised that you knew
them but didn't tell you that. He didn't orgasm and you asked what was
wrong. He told you that everything was fine. Pulling out of you he
murmured that you were his alone. That was what he thought that you
wanted to hear. You went to sleep. After you were asleep he
masturbated. He imaged that you belonged to another man, a cruel man
with a huge cock. He imaged that he, Tom was being forced to submit to
demands by your cruel lover. When he finally came, Tom was imagining
being punished as your lover ejaculated into his face."
My face was burning, my hands shaking. I covered my eyes with my
hands. "My God. Who are you?"
Adrian rose from the bed and walked to our window, gazing out on the
estate-like lawn that Tom and I prized. His body was so large it filled
the window. "I met a man on the internet, a frightened unhappy man.
From something I said he telephoned me. This man was attractive and
successful with a beautiful wife whom he loved very much. No one he
knew would have believed his anguish. He had dark fantasies that he
could not control. He was not gay but he had a strong sexual need to be
dominated and controlled by a man who would fuck his wife. As he spoke
he described a woman, a beautiful virtuous wife, whom this man did not
deserve. " He turned from the window and looked at me.
"I knew what Tom wanted to hear. I made him undress and describe the
erection that he had for you. At first he pretended that it was a game
but when I insisted that he tell me every detail about you, every detail
of your lovemaking, every fantasy he had ever had about you. I made him
get send me intimate things though the mail: a bra that was to be
washed, worn panties. I began to tell him when and how to fuck you.
One night I told him how I would fuck you and he masturbated as I
spoke. "
I started to cry. Tears just welled up in my eyes and leaked out the
sides. Adrian walked silently over to me and pulled my soft sweater
back over my head. "Its time for you to be naked," he said. There was
no more fight left in me for the moment and I think that Adrian knew
it. I stripped and he watched, telling me to fold everything neatly on
the bed.
"Bend over sweetings" He stood me up and positioned me so that my hands
were braced against the bureau and I was looking into the mirror.
Adrian's skin felt smooth and cool against my back. I felt his enormous
cock enter from behind lifting me. Pressing up filling me. I had never
been so filled, so impaled. He grabbed my pussy and began to knead and
pump in and out.
His breath in my ear he said "I don't share, not unless I want to. If
you fuck him, I'll make him pay and pay." . His teeth sank lightly
into my the nape neck. I was trembling hard making little laughing and
screaming noises, groaning and panting.
"Come here Mr. Watson," he said, "I need you."
Tom must have been right outside listening or maybe the room was
bugged. I heard him try the door. It rattled again, but it was
locked. "Gee Tom," said Adrian, "What a shame. There's something I
want you to see but I'm too busy to let you in. I'm fucking that brave
little wife of yours. Come in when you have time sweetie."
I was beginning convulse in orgasm when Tom finally got the door
unlocked. My body jerked and swayed. Adrian held me tightly from
behind massaging my breasts with one hand, murmuring words of
reassurance. In the mirror I watched my husband freeze at the sight of
me writhing, with Adrian's cock buried to the hilt in my backside. Our
eyes locked in the mirror. He dropped his eyes from mine but sat down
on our bed watching Adrian pump. Mesmerized I watched in the mirror as
Tom unbuckle his pants and pulled them down. I watched his cock
expand. He touched it and began to masturbate, still gazing at Adrian's
flexing buttocks.
************************************************************************
After he had finished with me at the bureau, Adrian had Tom serve
dinner. I dressed in a lovely gold colored gown with a deep cut bodice
and Adrian wore a black tux. Tom wore kakis. We went downstairs and
ate on the glass dining room table, one that Tom and I had ordered it
specially from an artist in Italy. For dinner, Tom gone to a lot of
trouble and expense: stone crabs, homemade coleslaw, fresh local corn
and a fabulous cr me bruele for desert. The food tasted dry and bland
to me. I was waiting for what was going to happen. What happened was,
Adrian sent me to bed.
"Excuse us Ellen, Tom and I have some business to discuss. Its time you
got your beauty sleep."
I nodded docily and climbed the stairs to our room. I changed into a
silk blue nightgown then padded back out into the hall and sat down at
the top of the stairs. From where I was sitting I had a good view of
Tom and Adrian, but they could not see me.
"Tom," said Adrian conversationally, "you know what has to happen."
Tom nodded.
"Get undressed Tommy"
As I stared in amazement my husband stripped his clothes off, folding
them neatly beside the table. When he was naked, Adrian walked around
him staring. Tom penis was flaccid. He kept his shoulders back, his
head bowed in a subservient position.
"Ellen, you may come down. I can see you on the stairs"
I jumped in my seat.
Adrian looked at me levelly. "Tom it looks like Ellen has disobeyed
me. You know what that means don't you? It means that I'm going to
have to punish you even more. Tell me Tommy, how do you feel about
sucking a man's cock. Is this a first."
"Yes sir."
You know, for some reason though I'm just not quite in the right mood.
I think we should play a game instead. "Lets go play in the tub."
We went up to the bathroom. Adrian had me draw a warm bath with lots of
suds. He then took out some duck tape taped Tom's hands behind his back
and sat him on the toilet.
"Ellen, I'd like you to get into the bath. Don't undress." Said Adrian.
I stepped into the bathwater and sat down. My nightgown clung to me my
hard nipples clearly in evidence. Adrian stripped completely and, for
the first time I got to gaze at his perfect body and huge cock. He
stood in the bath.
"Kneel Ellen and suck it."
I took his Adrian's big hard cock in my hand and then in my mouth.
Forming a circle with my index finger and thumb I gently pulled the skin
down and formed a suction with my mouth. Soon his cock was pulsing,
coated with my saliva.
"Stroke me," he said.
I did. I stroked and caressed. Adrian stood like a rock. He was
watching Tom.
"Ellen, lather me and massage me." He said.
I did. The water was warm and the soap made it slippery. Adrian
slipped my nightgown over my head. "Now Ellen, I want you worship me
with you body," said Adrian. My hands traveled all over Adrian. I
kissed his chest and sucked his nipples. Adrian turned around I kissed
every part of his back. My tongue traveled lower I bit his buttocks.
He was hard as a rock, pulsing but not panting. He lifted me up and
held me against the tile wall slowly impaling me on his cock. He began
rocking me against the wall rubbing into my clit hard. The pressure was
tremendous and when the orgasm came I shook with it.
Adrian gave me a long tender kiss. He held me my legs wrapped around his
waist. "Ellen, your little husband seems uncomfortable. Look at that
little erection he's got. He must be so proud." Adrian put me down,
stepped out of the tub and stood in front of my husband
"And now Tommy I'm going to go downstairs for a while and listen to some
music. Bathe your wife and get her ready for me for her evening with
me. That shouldn't be hard for a eunuch like you.
I looked at Tom sitting helplessly on the toilette seat were he had
watched his wife impaled on another man. He had asked for this, his
expression seemed to say, but he had realized neither the agony nor the
sexual excitement that it would afford.
Adrian slowly brought his cock, slick with my come, up to Tom's mouth.
"Go ahead Tom take it in your mouth." Said Adrian softly. "Isn't this
what this is about Tom? Ellen, come here. I want you to feed my cock
to your husband."
I came over and took Adrain's cock in my hand and brushed it on Tom's
lips. Tom closed his eyes and began to suck.
Adrian said, "Are you really submitting to me Tom?"
"Ellen, tell your little husband how this makes you feel. It excites
you doesn't it."
I nodded, too fascinated by my own reactions to get them out.
"Tom knows that soon, very soon I will fuck him. I will punish him. He
can't wait. "
There was no reaction from Tom as he sucked Adrian's cock.
Adrian left the bathroom. Tom raised his eyes to mine, and, for a
moment there was the hint of a gentle smile, as if to let me know he was
still the same person. Then he lowered them.
I stepped out of the tub and motioned for him to stand. Then, I turned
him around and ripped the duct tape off his wrists
I pulled him into the bath and we stood together. I began to lather his
body. I pushed him against the wall of the stall and pressed my pussy
against his cock. It twitched. The I pushed
him down to a squat and impaled myself on my husband's prick. He
moaned.
I told him what I had been thinking. "I belong to him now Tom. You
gave me to him. He's going to make you pay for this--for playing with
me. Is it worth it?. "
He put his mouth to a nipple and began to suck. His body felt weak
against mine. "I love you," he whispered.
There was a squeak as the bathroom door opened. Adrian stood over us.
His eyes like death. Wordlessly he put his hands on my waist and lifted
me off my husband. Taking each of us under the shoulder he propelled us
down the hall.
I was so frightened that what happened next that remembering it is like
remembering a dream. We took Tom into the bedroom where Adrian
laid him face down on the bed. "Tom,"
said Adrian, " Ellen is mine now Tom. No more sharing" Then Adrian
creamed his cock and pushed it into my husband. The sight was strange
and though I never would have thought it, completely arousing. He
pumped and Tom moaned. He writhed and bit the nape of Tom's neck.
Finally Adrian came, spilling himself into my husband. He rolled Tom
over, straddled him and began to masturbate. He ejaculated in my
husband's face.
When Adrian finished Tom lay quietly on the bed. Adrian rose and stood
quietly by the door watching us.
Tears streamed down my husband's checks and he rolled onto his stomach
and moaned my name.
"Oh Tommy," I said my voice filled with tears. Crawling into the bed I
bought his mouth to my breast and stroked his hair. I crooned. I told
him I loved him no matter what. I told him that his fantasy was
exciting. Tom trembled and sobbed. I whispered that everything would
be different now. I knew what he needed.
I didn't hear Adrian when he left the room. I pulled my husband into a
deep passionate kiss pulling him up and forcing him to mount me. Tom
was weak but completely aroused. He seemed only half aware of he was
doing. I made love to him with everything I had. "I would die for you,
he whispered. Can't you see that I would suffer for you?"
His orgasm, when it came, was like the one in the garden. It went on
and on seeming to carry him to another place. Tom's body withed over
me, his eyes closed. I held him tight and told him I loved him.
Exhausted, he slept.
When I came out of the bedroom Adrian was there. He gave me a funny
half-smile. "All done, I think," he said. I nodded then reached up to
his handsome mouth and kissed him.
Adrian carried the sleeping Tom back to the guest room. He slipped
Tom's wedding ring back on his finger. I went and got a sleeping pill
and gave it to my exhausted husband whose eyes barely fluttered open. I
smiled when they did and told him again how lucky I was to have him.
Then all evening and far into the night Adrian made love to me with his
beautiful body. I say "made love" and not "fucked" because Adrian made
love to me like a dear friend. He stretched me out on the bed, fondled
my breasts and ate my pussy. He told me that I was beautiful, told me I
was the love of Tom's life and that he would never see me again because
usually, he didn't share.
He had incredible stamina and though he was dominant he was, for lack of
a better word, sweet. "Just one more time, babe," he would say. "Give
over to me, darling. Come for me.". Maybe it was Adrian's confident
lovemaking, but that night I felt tremendous joy. He told me what to
do. I did it. I said things I never thought I'd say. He was the most
compelling lover I'd ever had--and I told him because I knew that he
would never be my lover again.
Just before I dropped off to sleep Adrian whispered in my ear. "I love
you virtuous lady. I wish I'd found you first." When I woke up, he was
gone.
It was a good thing too. Tom and I needed Adrian but only for that
weekend. Now Tom tells me everything. I dominate him and try to make
his every fantasy come true. That is...I think he's telling me
everything...
The End
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