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Subject: {ASSM} No, not me, i'd never loose control.  (repost)  drug nc?
Date: Tue,  5 Dec 2000 08:10:06 -0500
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Standard Disclaimer:  This should be considered as a work of fiction 
intended for consenting adults only.   It is not intended for sale and 
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(First posted via Hotmail on 13th October 2000)
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I could call this `How I became a slave to love' or `The story of my 
marriage breakdown', but I guess it was never really much of a marriage and 
despite what you may think I'm no longer a slave.   And I didn't want to 
have Mark, Alex or my name in the title because they're only synonyms.   
Maybe things will become clear.

Mark was a friend of Melissa and Melissa was friend of mine.  A good friend 
actually as we had started work the same company at the same time.  I was 
fresh out of college and it was my first job.  She sort of befriended me.  
We started at the same level but she was older and it wasn't long before she 
was promoted.  I was shy while she was brassy and she introduced me to Mark 
who was 29 to my 19 years.  And it all just snowballed from there.  He made 
me feel good.  I was a virgin, then I wasn't.   My mum and dad didn't like 
him but his dad loved me.    He said I was "a good girl from a nice family". 
   Mark didn't care what my parents thought.  Maybe that's why I liked him; 
he hadn't gone to University either.   I thought he was a catch because he 
was handsome and had his own house inherited from a rich aunt.   He kept 
saying how gorgeous I was.    I know my looks are Ok and my body turns heads 
but no guy has ever told me so often before.   My dad hinted that I should 
get my own place so I started staying over at Marks'.  My Mum and Dad lived 
miles out in the country while Mark lived in the city.    It was exciting 
living so close to so much to do.   I think mum and dad liked having the 
house to themselves so I moved in with Mark.  About a month later he said he 
loved me and 3 months later we were married.

We went to Amsterdam for our honeymoon.   Amsterdam was great but I had no 
idea Mark was into drugs and he spent most of the week stoned.    He would 
get stoned before lunch while I preferred exploring the museums with a clear 
head.   It wasn't the honeymoon I had imagined.   He went out by himself one 
night to watch a football game in a bar and came back with some pills and 
toys which where supposed to enhance our lovemaking.    I wasn't pleased and 
he tactfully hid them away at the bottom of his suitcase.

When we got back home we talked about it.   We talked about for weeks.   He 
said he wanted us to improve our sex life.  Our sex life was a little staid, 
he said, and I had to admit I was not very adventurous.   I wasn't going to 
try his bloody gadgets and toys.... But the pills?    Well.....   As I said I'm 
not really into drugs but it wasn't that which was made me hesitate.    Did 
we want different things?   I thought it might be fun to take the tablets 
with him so long as we did it right - so long as we made it romantic and not 
just a careless fuck.    I wanted soft music and candles with the whole 
evening for foreplay.   All those girlie things.   I thought that if we 
could take our time he could get me fully aroused before he entered me.    
Maybe, I thought, he could even give me an orgasm with his cock rather than 
finishing me off with his fingers, which was an all to frequent event.   I 
also knew Mark would want me to give him a blowjob.   He often wants me to, 
but it was one of the things I could never bring myself to do.   I had tried 
to overcome my inhibitions so I could please him, but it's very difficult.   
  I thought that if he romanced me and the tablets aroused me more than 
usual, then maybe I would be able to give him what he wanted.     I wanted 
it to be like my fantasy - like in the movies - when both partners are 
completely carried away by their loving and sexual feelings.   You may say 
I'm young and nieve, but that's what I wanted.

So eventually I agreed and we decided to set aside a whole evening for our 
romance.   Mark played it cool, but I got quite excited by our preparations 
and when I took two tablets one Friday evening, I was already in quite a 
state of arousal.    Mark gave me a hug and I waited for him to take his 
tablets.    When he didn't, I discovered he had only brought two and had 
wanted me to have them both.    I was pissed off.  Then he reminded me that 
I was the one who found it hard to let go and relax during sex.     He's 
right, so I guess it was sweet of him to be so generous.   Anyway it was a 
bit late to do anything about it.

I had prepared some food and we sat down for a light, romantic dinner in 
candlelight and before we had finished I could feel myself get hot and 
spacey.     Mark told me how beautiful I looked and noticed my nipples.   
They were erect and poking through my T-shirt.   I was aroused.   I looked 
at his firm torso.   When we held hands over the table I felt the same 
sexual excitement and lust I remembered from the start of our relationship - 
except that now we loved each other as well!   It was wonderful and I wanted 
the moment to last forever.    Already I was moist.

After eating we had a bath together with candles flickering their warm glow 
over us.   I could feel the drug working.   My head was getting spacey but 
my skin felt alive.   When Mark caressed my breasts with warm soapy water 
the sensation was like nothing I've felt before.  It completely took my 
breath away.   I was leaning back against him as he cupped my breasts in his 
hands and gently washed them.  I could feel his cock pressing against my 
back.
"Oh, Jesus, that's wonderful.  Don't stop." I gasped
I let myself relax as he continued caressing my breasts and a small orgasm 
washed over me.   I was amazed I could have an orgasm so easily.   The drugs 
must be working and I giggled at the thought of the sexy evening I was going 
to have.    I felt so happy and aroused.   I was all for getting on top of 
Mark right there in the bath but he said no, the idea was to make the 
evening last.    This was a different Mark; normally he would jump at any 
chance to get his cock inside me.

I knelt to wash his cock, which was hard in my hands and planted a soft kiss 
on the end.   I felt him twitch and wondered what it would be like to take 
him into my mouth properly.    He gently held my head and pressed his red 
bulbous cock-end against my lips and I knew he wanted me to suck him.   But 
I wasn't ready to suck him.   I still didn't know if I could and I contented 
him by planting a few kisses along his hard length.

We dried each other and I lay down on our bed but Mark said he wanted us to 
go downstairs.   He was going to give me a massage.     Oh delights!

Downstairs I found that Mark had prepared a fire in the hearth and soon it 
was blazing.    He had moved the settee to one side and stretched a duvet 
out in front of the fire.    As I lay down I noticed he had tied some 
lengths of cord to the legs of the settee.    With a shock I realised their 
purpose.   They were wrist restraints - purchased from the same shop as the 
tablets.  Suddenly I felt very naked and my heart pounded.

On our honeymoon Mark and I had discussed our fantasies.   Mine where very 
ordinary - handsome men saving me from some tragedy and me vowing eternal 
love and obedience - but he talked about bondage and asked if he could tie 
me up sometime.    He had even brought some different types of bondage 
restraints in Amsterdam but I didn't like the idea.    No way! - although 
the idea has surfaced in my fantasies.  But that's different - I would never 
let it happen in reality!      Alarmed at the sight of the restraints lying 
there, presumably waiting for my wrists, I asked him what they were.
"They're just in case" he said cryptically as he caressed my breasts and 
helped me to lie down.

What did he mean by that!   But the thought was lost as Mark started his 
massage and the radiant heat of the fire washed over me in the dim light.   
Oh, how wonderful!    He started on my back and worked down to my buttocks.  
   He spread my legs and putting his hands round my thin waist he hoisted my 
rear end up so my wet cunt must have been twinkling at him.     But having 
caressed by buttocks he did no more than tease the area around my clit 
before turning me onto my back.

Mark knows how to soothe and arouse me.   He was caressing my flat stomach.  
He would tease his hands right up to the underside of my breasts so that I 
thought he was finally going to give them the attention they craved - then 
slide his hands away.   My body was on fire.  I wanted him to touch my sex.  
  My breasts ached - they felt so firm and heavy.    My nipples were like 
bullets.   I pulled Mark's hand to them but he resisted.  When I tugged his 
hands again he threatened to tie my wrists in the restraints.
"Slow down."  He commanded

I didn't take his threat seriously and soon he started caressing my firm 
breasts and it felt like I was having another mini orgasm.     Was it my 
body that was having these wonderful sensations?    My hands went to touch 
his body but he stopped me.
"No, I told you.  Just lie there and enjoy," he ordered.
Dimly I realised I had no control, no willpower to guide events.   I could 
feel the drugs running through me.   I was in a wonderful sexual haze and 
with the man I love.   Mark removed his clothes and I saw his semi-errect 
cock flapping between his legs.

Having taken his time on the massage he gently spread my knees and turned so 
he could kiss his way up the delicate softness of my thighs.    He inched 
upwards until I could feel his breath on my hot pussy.    I was moaning and 
my hips gently writhing.  I couldn't help it.   I wanted him.     I wanted 
his tongue on my clit.   I wanted his cock.    He knelt over me - his 
erection just a few inches from my face.   This is it, I thought.  He wants 
me to suck his cock.  Can I do it?   I remembered the wrist restraints and 
imagined myself tied helpless as he pushed his meat at my lips.    This 
somehow helped and I kissed his throbbing cock.   Mark took this as a cue 
and moved so he straddled me and his cock was right over my mouth.     I had 
another moments worry.    But he put his tongue back to my clit and let the 
weight of his buttocks press his hard swollen cock to my lips.     His lips 
on my clit made me gasp and his cock slid between my lips.    Accepting the 
inevitable I let his swollen flesh slowly push it's way tightly into my 
mouth.   But he kept on pushing and pushing his hardness between my 
struggling lips.   I panicked and was about to gag when something happened: 
I remembered all the magazine articles I've read about cock sucking.   
Suddenly I knew what to do.   I moaned aloud as my hips thrust my clit to 
his mouth.    I wrapped my arms round his waist and lost myself on his cock. 
   I couldn't think for the sensation coming from my clit as my hunches 
twitched and contorted.

I don't know how long this lasted.  We were as one - his lean torso tight 
against me, his face buried between my legs - mine between his.    I was 
sucking and kissing his cock - feeling it's pulsing strength in my mouth for 
the first time.    For a moment I nearly gagged as he rammed his cock down 
my eager throat.    Then he moaned and his tongue tickled my clit for all 
his worth.   His whole body tensed and quivered and his cock exploded it's 
salty load into my mouth.    I gulped and swallowed quickly, trying to keep 
up with his cum as it washed down my throat.    This was the bit I had been 
dreading, but now I just swallowed and licked a spot of cum from his cock 
like it was the most natural thing in the world.

We lay collapsed in a daze, in each other's arms.    But although he was 
satiated I wasn't.   I hadn't orgasmed properly and I knew I needed to.   I 
just had to let Mark recover.    Then he could carry on with his massage.   
We lay there.
*	*	*	*	*

I became aware that the doorbell had been ringing.    How long had it been 
ringing?    It was ringing again - and then again and again, until 
eventually Mark had to go and answer it.    I wrapped the duvet around me, 
cursing whoever it was for destroying the sacred and spiritual post-sex 
moment.     My body still ached.   I needed Mark's cock in me.     I tried 
to shake off the spaced-out, drugged feeling but it was no use, I was still 
aroused as hell.    His salty taste was still in my mouth.  I could hear him 
letting someone in.    No, I cried to myself.   Shit!

Mark came back and announced it was Alex.    They  where going to the game 
the next day and he often stayed over the night before, but no arrangements 
had been made this time.  At least, none that Mark had told me about.  Maybe 
he had forgotten to mention it.   Fuck.   Fuck, fuck fuck!

Alex and Mark were old friends.   For a time Alex was Melissa's boyfriend 
and last year the four of us went on holiday.  That holiday was wonderful 
and memorable for many reasons.    Alex took some dope along and twice I got 
stoned on the beach.   It was real nice just lying in the sun in my bikini.  
   One day we went to the local nudist beach.    With all my hang-ups I 
couldn't bring myself to disrobe completely and I only went topless after I 
got stoned for the second time.    But all the others went naked and I 
discovered that the rumours of Alex's size were true.    His cock, even 
soft, seemed heavy and twice the size of Mark.     Now don't get me wrong, I 
love Mark's cock, it's just my size, but Alex's enormity did make me gasp.

I also saw another side of Melissa that I hadn't known before.    I had 
always seen her as a strong confident woman not given to taking shit from 
anyone.   That's how she was at work.    Yet on holiday she was subservient 
and coy, letting Alex walk all over her.   I asked her what was going on.
"I'm always like this with Alex," she said, "it doesn't half do things for 
your sex life.   You should try it."   And when I missed the point she 
continued,  "How would Mark react if you obeyed his every request?    
Wouldn't it turn him on?"
I couldn't see what she was getting at as the thought of me obeying Mark's 
every request was laughable.    Afterwards, I found the memory of Alex, with 
his cock swaying from side to side as he walked down the beach, returned to 
haunt me from time to time.

Anyhow, now, here he was in our sitting room, with me in this aroused state 
and naked.  Shit!   I pulled the duvet tight around me.  How can I get Mark 
to get rid of him, I thought.   Mark had been drinking all evening - not 
quickly or anything - just some wine to help the mood.   Now he opened 
another bottle and sat down on the settee behind me so I was sitting between 
his legs.     I was feeling dislocated from him after the intense closeness 
of his orgasm: coming into my mouth only a few minutes earlier and it felt 
good to be wrapped in his protection.      He put his arms round me and 
whispered an apology in my ear.     I could still taste his saltiness on my 
lips and wondered if Alex had noticed when he bent to kiss me in greeting.

Alex sat cross-legged at my feet and it must have been obvious what we had 
been up to because he made some reference to it.
"Blimy.  You look sexy.  I could get a hard-on just looking at you" and an 
image of his heavy cock bouncing along the beach flashed across my mind.

I was still completely spaced out and feeling sexy, so I put my arms around 
Mark's legs, pulling them closer to me as if they would somehow protect me 
from Alex's gaze.   Mark leant forward and slipped his hand down inside the 
duvet and cupped my naked breast.    It was obvious what he was doing and 
Alex grinned.     I should have stopped Mark but the tablet had put me on a 
different planet and his slow caresses set me off again.    I struggled to 
keep my composure.    Mark was showing off.   Because as he fondled my 
breasts he and Alex were talking about sex.

Mark always seemed like a different person with Alex.  Before Alex's arrival 
he had been caring and attentive, now I was a toy and it was Alex who held 
his attention.     He always seemed to end up doing what Alex wanted.   As 
Alex sat at my feet, he let one hand casually caress my ankle and he seemed 
so confident and strong.   Mark's hand on my nipples was sending me crazy.   
I tried to suppress a moan and I knew I had to stop him.     I held his hand 
with mine and moved it outside the duvet.
"Go on then."   Alex urged Mark but I had lost the thread of the 
conversation.

Mark pulled my hand to one side.   "May I tie you up." He asked.

It took me ages to comprehend what he had said and I felt him slide the 
restraint over my wrist.   I don't think I believed what he was doing.   He 
had picked up the restraint, which was tied to the settee leg by a length of 
cord.    I had noticed it earlier and now he was slipping it on me.
"How does that feel?"  Mark asked,  "Is it comfortable?"
I pulled and found my hand was secured.    I tugged harder to see if it 
would give, but it held and my arm was now securely held out to one side.
"What you doing?"  I whispered to him, soft but urgently.  But Mark was now 
holding my other hand, which was gripping the duvet between my breasts.   He 
was trying to pull my hand out towards the second restraint.   I gripped 
tightly to stop him but then, down my body, Alex moved the duvet to one side 
and put a hand on my knee.   I jerked to look at him.

His eyes looked into mine and everything seemed to go dizzy.   My mind went 
into a slow spin
"Your very beautiful, Sue."  He said as his eyes bored into mine.  I felt 
all confused.   Mark slipped the duvet from my grip and finished pulling my 
left hand to the second restraint.   The duvet was sliding off me and I felt 
the heat from the fire on my breasts, which were now naked.   I wondered if 
my pubis was also exposed but I couldn't look.   My eyes were locked with 
Alex's and I was breathing heavily.     Am I going sex mad, I thought?   He 
looked down at my nakedness.    I could feel his eyes on me and it was as if 
his hands were on me - feeling me.   As if hands were on my breasts and his 
cock was penetrating my cunt.    I could see he knew I was desperate for a 
fuck and I knew he would fuck me right there, if I let him.   My naked 
breasts were firm and the nipples hard.    The glow of the flames danced 
over me and I felt the gaze of the two men upon me.   Mark was fiddling with 
the second restraint, which was tangled up, while he held my hand.   Alex 
eyes caught mine again.   I could feel a gentle pressure of his hands on my 
knees.

His hands where slowly parting my thighs and I didn't have the strength to 
stop him.    He was still looking at me.  I shot a look over my shoulder to 
Mark to do something but he was just grinning playfully and slowly pulling 
my hands towards the restraint.    Didn't he realise what was happening - 
what Alex was doing?    Alex was getting inside my head - my eyes were 
locked with his as he slowly prised my knees further apart.    I knew my hot 
sex was now on view to his gaze but he kept his eyes on mine.  His eyes 
where talking to me.
"I can do what I want," they seemed to say, "you can't resist me"
And I couldn't.  My knees relaxed and he pushed them further and further 
apart until my hot cunt must have been gaping at him.   I was spread eagled 
with my hot body on show.  My naked breasts; my stomach I worked on so hard 
to keep flat; and my soft thighs spread wide to expose my sex.     Now his 
hands where sliding up the delicate softness of my parted thighs.   I closed 
my eyes.  I couldn't speak - I bit my lip.  I was powerless.  I was his for 
the taking.   I knew it and he knew it.

"Why don't you tie her other hand." Alex ordered Mark who had now finished 
untangling the cord.   He pulled my hand the last few inches towards the 
other wrist restraint.
"Just relax."  He whispered.
But his words broke the spell.  Although I couldn't resist Alex, Mark was a 
pushover and he had momentarily loosened his grip on my free hand.    I 
kicked out and pushed them both away.  This gave me time to release my 
secured wrist.   I twisted away and I stood up.   The duvet fell away but I 
was too confused to care.  Unsteady and naked I stumbled out of the room.
"You bastards."  I cried as tears started to flow.  "I'm going to bed."

They didn't follow.

I lay in bed but couldn't sleep.  I was angry and still as randy as hell.   
I played with myself but it wasn't enough.  I needed Mark's cock inside me 
even after what had happened.   Damn Mark and his bloody sex potions!   I 
remembered my helplessness as Alex's eyes held mine and his strong hands 
forced my knees apart.     I remembered my feeling of helplessness and the 
pressure of the wrist restraint as I tried to escape it's embrace.   I 
should have remembered Mark became a different man when Alex was around.

I don't know how long I lay there tossing and turning in bed.   I could hear 
the muffled laughter of Mark and Alex floating up the stairs.    A couple of 
times, in anger and frustration, I nearly went down to demand Mark come to 
bed.    But I couldn't.   I was scared of Alex.

Eventually, I heard Mark climb the stairs and after a brief stop at the 
toilet he collapsed into bed.   Drunk.   I cursed him.   I cursed him for 
ruining our evening and cursed him for inviting Alex through the front door 
to start with.   I cursed him for his stupid games and wanting to tie me up. 
   I cursed him for exposing my nakedness to Alex and then I demanded he 
fuck me.    This was supposed to be our private evening and he had better 
finish what he started.   I held his cock.    I tickled his cock.  I slid 
down to kiss it for the third time that evening but Mark was asleep.    He 
had already cum that evening - in my mouth.  His need was satiated.
"In the morning" he said sleepily.  He's always randy in the mornings.

I lay there frustrated.  I think I slept a little but woke in the night 
still feeling randy and thirsty.    I wandered downstairs for a drink of 
milk.  As I passed the sitting room I heard the TV and wondered if Alex had 
fallen asleep with it on.

Having drunk some milk I left the kitchen to find Alex standing in the 
sitting room doorway.   He was naked apart from his boxer shorts and I 
couldn't help noticing how muscular his torso was.    We stared at each 
other and I gripped the dressing gown around my nakedness.

"Come in" he whispered waving me into the room.
"I've got to go back to bed" I replied.  Also whispering.
"Just for a moment" he returned and sort-of guided me into the room.  He 
didn't actually force me or anything; he was just so smoothly commanding 
that I didn't think.   I just obeyed him.  The furniture was where unmoved 
with the duvet was laid out in front of the fire where Mark and I had made 
lover earlier.   Mark had given him the same duvet to sleep under.

He was staring into my eyes again and his arms where on my shoulders.
"Sit down" he offered and it was a good way to stop myself looking at him, 
so I sat down on the floor against the sofa, where I had sat earlier.   I 
know I shouldn't have obeyed him just like that.   But I did.   I was close 
enough to feel the dying warmth of the fire.    He knelt down in front of me 
and brushed some hair off my face.  He ran the back of his hand down my 
check.   He was looking at me again in that way that made my heart race.
"Don't" I whispered and looked away.
"What?   Don't touch you?"
"Yes.  Don't."
"Why not?" he whispered back.   He was lifting my chin and catching my eyes 
again.
What could say?  Wasn't it obvious `why not?   "No, You mustn't."
I went to brush his hand away but he just held my hand softly in his.
"Why not?" he repeated and reached for something. "You're very beautiful."
I realised he was coming on to me - and he was getting to me.   I should 
leave, I thought.   But I didn't want to be rude to Mark's friend.   Maybe I 
should be honest.
"Look, Alex," I started, looking into his eyes,  "I know you're an 
attractive man, but I'm married."

I felt him gently slip something over my fingers.    I glanced at what he 
was doing.    He was threading the leather restraint over my wrists.   I 
could feel the softness of the leather on my skin.  This was the same 
restraint Mark had used on me earlier.  I was shocked and froze as I watched 
my hand slid into the restraint's warm embrace.
I was about to protest when he interrupted,
"How does that feel?" he asked and for a moment all I could think or feel 
was the soft smoothness of the leather as he closed the clasp so it was 
tight and snug round my wrist.    The thin rope from my wrist to the leg of 
the settee kept my hand outstretched.   I stared at it for a moment before 
turning to him again.
"What you doing" I whispered urgently but he had already taken my other hand 
and was slipping the second noose over my fingers.     My God, what's 
happening I thought as I felt it tighten round my wrist.   I pulled on my 
bonds and realised I was helpless.  Again!   Alex adjusted a rope so my 
hands were pulled out, further away from my body.   My hands where back 
against the settee.   I became aware of Alex's semi-nakedness.  He was 
straddling me as he checked my wrists were securely tied.   His groin was 
right in front of me and I couldn't help glancing at his boxer shorts and 
his impressive bulge.   In fact I could clearly see his cock straining 
against the cloth.   My God, it looked big.

"Stop.   Let me go."  I whispered urgently. But of course he didn't. He was 
stoking my face and telling me I was beautiful.   My feet were curled up 
under me but he took each ankle in his hands and started pulling them out.

I was struggling as best I could but he told me to relax and he seemed so 
strong that struggling was useless.    So I stopped and let him pull my legs 
until they were stretched out in front of me.   My brain was so addled by 
fear, confusion and desire that I didn't know what I should be doing.    He 
continued pulling and I started to slide down onto the floor.
"No, No, Alex."
My hands were now stretching out above my head as he pulled my down and my 
dressing gown was coming adrift.
"Stop, Stop."  I demanded in a whisper.
I kicked out with my feet - just once - then relaxed as the struggle was 
hopeless and he sat down straddling my knees.

He pulled at the belt on my dressing gown, which slipped away.   His hands 
slid beneath and parted the cotton, pulling it wide of my nakedness.     I 
pleaded with him but his hands slid up the flatness of my belly and found 
the heaving of my breasts.     Almost immediately I was in a delirium as he 
caressed me and the fullness of my arousal returned.     I couldn't speak 
for gasping as he squeezed my nipples and ran his hands freely all over my 
body - save only for my thighs on which his weight remained, holding me to 
the floor.    He slid lower as he bent his mouth to my breasts - teasing my 
nipples with his tongue.   I was tugging uselessly at the bond, which held 
my hands above my head as a small orgasm wracked my body.

He stood to remove his boxer shorts and his erection bounced free.   I was 
shocked at the size of it.      It looked hard and menacing.
"Open your legs" he demanded.
"No, please no.   Look I know I'm turned on but it's because Mark gave me a 
tablet to make me randy.  It's not you I want. ......"   My voice slid away to 
nothing as his hands slid between my knees and started parting my thighs.
"I've told you!" he said.    The implied threat scared me and I stopped 
resisting. Then he stopped forcing them open and removed his hands saying, 
"That's better.  Now open them, more."
So I did.   I slowly obeyed his command and stretched my thighs wider and 
wider apart.
"No more."  I pleaded, but he just replied,
"Wider, wider."
And when I refused to spread them further he suggested he could tie my legs 
apart and that made me give in once more and open them yet wider.

I was biting my lip as his eyes poured over me, taking in my breasts and 
exposed sex.  His hands returned to my breasts which we're so sensitive they 
recoiled from yet more attention.   I was delirious.   His hands slid lower. 
   I had closed my legs again but when he pushed them apart I only resisted 
enough to purge my guilt.  His fingers slid down to my clit and I nearly 
exploded.    I was close to yet another orgasm.   I needed it badly and 
despite myself I thrust my clit at his fingers.   I might have come then but 
he paused to kneel between my legs.    His massive cock waved in my 
direction.   It was the biggest I've ever seen.

His fingers were inside me and I was wet.   I was helpless and lay there 
gasping.   His hand found my breasts again as he leant right over me.   Then 
his mouth was softly biting my nipples and I felt the tip of his cock press 
against my pussy.   He felt so big.   I knew what was about to happen.  I 
couldn't stop him.
"Be gentle with me " I pleaded softly, but then I had to stifle a scream as 
he slowly pushed himself slowly into me.

I'd been faithful to Mark since we met five years ago.  Now this new cock 
was pushing into me.    Jesus, he felt big.    I was stretched so wide it 
hurt.  He was opening me up.  Deeper and deeper he slid into my tight sex.   
Immediately I felt an orgasm coming on and it kept on building as he started 
thrusting his meat deep inside me.    My orgasm hit me and kept on coming 
and coming in continuous waves as he pounded inside me.     I wanted to 
escape the orgasm because it was just too much but I couldn't with my hands 
splayed above my head and his weight pressing into me.     My whole body was 
contorting and gasping for air but just kept going and so did my orgasm.  He 
was in so deep I could feel his balls against me with each thrust.  It 
seemed to go on forever with my orgasm following.      He started talking 
dirty.
" Oh yeah... that's right, you fucking tease.  I'm going to fucking cum.  
I'm going to pump my spunk deep in your womb.    Are you ready for it... oh, 
Jesus, I'm cumming..."
His cock exploded.  The big head of his penis swelled as he started slamming 
his cock into me so hard it felt like he wanted to get his balls inside as 
well.  He seemed to get even bigger inside me and then he came as well.  And 
I don't know what happened except that we were both in throes of orgasms and 
I must have collapsed.

The next thing I remember, he had released my wrists and I was lying curled 
up against him.  I tried to sit up and cover myself but he pushed me back 
down.
"No, just let me look at you."  He said and slowly caressed my breasts.
He had possessed me so completely and given me an orgasm such as I've never 
had before.   He could do anything he wanted to me and he knew it.      I 
even held his semi-hard cock in my hand.  It felt large and heavy in my 
small hand.

Sometime later I started to feel really guilty.  I mean, my loving husband 
was asleep upstairs while I had committed adultery.     Yes, there's no 
denying it, that is what I had done.     I started to get myself together to 
go back upstairs.
"We'll do this again."  Alex said.
I didn't answer and as I climbed the stairs I wondered what the hell I had 
let happen.  What would I say to Mark - but he was still fast asleep and I 
crawled into bed.

                                       *            *           *          * 
          *

In the morning I woke to find Mark was already up.   I was instantly worried 
because it's rare that he's up before me.    His wallet was still on the 
dresser and his golf clubs stood up against the wall.   So he hadn't left 
me.   But I was convinced he must know that Alex fucked me the previous 
night.   I was scared and ready to confess everything.   Then he walked in 
with breakfast on a tray and a full apology for his behaviour the previous 
night.    And after he had apologised to me, I could hardly confess to him, 
could I?    He clearly had no idea what had happened between Alex and me.   
So I said nothing and thought that was the end of it - a single episode of 
adultery, which I could partly blame on Mark and his drugs.

But it didn't end there.   Alex phoned saying he wanted to meet me and 
although I refused he wouldn't take no for an answer.    He phoned me at 
work repeatedly, which was terrible.     I didn't know whether to tell 
Melissa and in the end I didn't.

"We need to talk." Alex said on the phone,  "and we can hardly talk when 
Marks' about.   Look, I know what, I'll take you to Maxim's for dinner.  
Then we can talk"
So to cut a long story short, a few weeks later, when Mark was off on 
another of his business trips, I relented and agreed to the date.    Maybe a 
face to face conversation was needed to make his realised it wouldn't happen 
again, I thought.   Maxim's was about the poshest, smartest restaurant in 
town, famous for the French trained chief and often frequented by the famous 
media people.   Safe enough there, I thought, I might even enjoy myself - 
it's rare I go out without Mark I did have a pang of guilt about Melissa but 
it wasn't a proper date, I thought, and she would only want to know why we 
were meeting.   So I kept mum.

"Ok," I told him on the phone, "but just to convince you to stop pestering 
me.   What happened was a mistake."
"Sure, but if it's going to be a one-off date you must do me one thing."
"What?"
"Wear that slinky outfit you wore on holiday that time.   You know.   The 
black get-up."

The black slinky thing he referred to was matching skirt and blouse, both of 
a thin translucent cotton that gave a viewer a shimmering view of my body 
beneath.    The skirt was knee length and had half a dozen slits running 
from the waist so that any movement of my legs or twisting of my waist 
exposed glimpses of my legs and thighs.   Because of the thinness of the 
cotton, it was an outfit you could only wear to night-clubs, on holiday and 
in the bedroom.     I laughed at Alex's cheek.
"Don't be silly."
"Don't worry.   I just want you to knock `em all out.    That outfit looks 
real good on you and you know how trendy Maxim's is.   You'll be fine."

I didn't promise, but when the evening arrived, I decided he was right - the 
outfit was very trendy and Maxim's was trendy place. Mark had never been 
comfortable with me wearing anything sexy in public, however trendy.    So 
maybe, just this once, it would be in public and therefore safe.       And 
if it teased Alex at all so much the better, it would be punishment for him.

I got quite excited as I got myself ready.    Just seeing myself in front of 
the mirror sent shivers through me.     My bra was too obvious and I swapped 
it for a tiny black thing but that didn't work either.    Bra-less I looked 
great although it was obvious I was bra-less and the buttons on the blouse 
stopped fairly low thus ensuring a fair amount of cleavage was on show.    
My breasts are still firm and proud enough to be able to go without a bra 
(although I often wonder how long for).   But I knew I couldn't go out like 
that, so I slipped a waistcoat on and that at least made me look decent.    
We had a agreed to meet in a bar a few doors away from the restaurant, but 
as I was about to leave Alex phoned to say his car had broken down and I 
would have to pick him up from home.   It wouldn't be much out of my way!  A 
bit of a check, I thought as I took down his address.   He asked me if I was 
wearing the outfit he had asked for.
"Maybe."  I said teasing him.   I glanced in the mirror and smiled at 
myself.  I knew I looked good.     I'd tease him and make him jealous of 
Mark.  That would be my revenge.

I had always assumed Alex lived in a smart neighbourhood but when I found 
his address it was on the third floor of a dirty tenement block.   A typical 
60's design with the front doors opening on to a corridor which went round 
the side of the three buildings and looked down on to a central courtyard.   
   Some burnt-out cars lay abandoned on the grass, only there was no grass, 
just hard earth with a few patches of green struggling to survive the daily 
pounding of feet, bicycles, footballs and the heat from burning cars.    It 
was a grim.     A group of kids were smoking under the stairs and various 
groups of mothers where chatting on the upper corridors whilst watching 
there children in the courtyard.     By the time I had found the stairs I 
think everyone had clocked me as a stranger.   It was a hot and sultry 
evening and the stink of piss wafted over the concrete floors.   What am I 
doing here, I asked myself.

Alex's flat had a solid front door, which was more than some had.  He also 
had a security intercom system.
"Hi Alex.  It's me, Susie."
"Hi" he said opening the door,  "come in."
"No, I think I'll stay out here if that's OK.  I don't want you getting the 
wrong idea."    I didn't trust him and wasn't going to let myself be alone 
with him for one moment.
He was leaning casually against the door jam, dressed in slacks and T-shirt.
"Why aren't you dressed like I said."  He asked.
"I am."
"What about the waistcoat."
"What about it?"
"Let's see what you look like without it."

He took my handbag and maybe this is where I made my first mistake.   I 
should have refused but the mischievous bit of me that wanted to tease him, 
so I smirked to myself and undid the buttons saying.
"OK, but just so you know I've kept my word."

I hesitated as I opened the waistcoat but he smoothly turned me round and 
slipped it off my shoulders as if it was the most natural thing in the 
world.    Now he was staring at me - studying my body - and I felt 
embarrassed under his gaze.    The thin cotton of the outfit showed off my 
lithe, supple body.   It left little to the imagination.  He held the 
waistcoat behind his back.   I couldn't argue with him, he was too strong.   
My arms covered my breasts but I didn't want to look childish or stupid so I 
took a deep breath, put a hand on my hip, and threw my head back with a 
confidence I didn't feel
"What do you think?"
He just continued staring as I posed for him - he clearly didn't understand 
sarcasm.
"Mmmm, nice.  No turn round."  He ordered. "Let me see ya' ass."
"Alex!"
But I was committed and could see the easiest way to regain the cover of my 
waistcoat was to obey.  So I obeyed.
"Slowly now."
I slowed, aware that he was studying my buttock under my skirt and half 
expected to feel his hands on my hips or a palm cupping a buttock, but I 
didn't.    I felt myself go red.   I saw a group of girls watching from the 
other side of the courtyard.   God, I bet they think I'm one of his women, I 
thought.

"Here, let me put this on."  He said, quickly stepping up behind me.
The girls were still watching and I got a quick glimpse of a black leather 
choker as he put it around my neck.     I felt him tying the clasp.     I 
felt it.   I felt the heat of body close to mine as his fingers half 
circling my neck.    I felt the whispers and stares' of our audience.

The choker was quite delicate but had little metal rings hanging off.   I 
might have asked him what the hell he was doing and even removed it, but 
then I heard the door slam.   Quickly turning, I saw Alex's front door shut 
and Alex walking off down the corridor towards the stairs saying,  "Come on 
then.  Let's go and eat."
I couldn't see my waistcoat or handbag and realised he had dumped them in 
his flat.
"No, Stop."  I called running after him,  "No, stop, I need my coat and 
handbag."

Alex just turned onto the stairs.   I tried to reason with him, until we 
reached the pavement when he turned to me and grabbing my hand said,  "Look, 
I enjoy looking at you dressed like that and I think you like it.    You can 
always just walk off.    Go, leave.   Anytime.   But while you stay with me 
you'll do as I say.    Now I'm going to eat.  Are you coming or going?"
"But what about my waistcoat and stuff?"   I don't think I understood a word 
of what he had said.
"We'll go back for it later." and he walked off again.
"You've got a nerve."  I protested - running after him.
"Yea, don't ya love me for it?    Now are you hungry?"

Actually, I wasn't that hungry, but I followed him anyway.   I was annoyed 
by his cocky attitude.   The bastard!   I wanted him to listen to me, but 
although I tried to reason with him he just kept on walking and in the end I 
gave up.    I felt half naked walking down the street, trying to keep up 
with him, as my breasts bounced and strained against the thin fabric and my 
skirt was constantly flaring open to reveal the soft skin of my thighs all 
the way up.    Anyone following would be seeing naked buttocks as the 
knickers I wore were hardly much more than a thong - I hadn't planned to be 
walking down the street like this.    I fingered the neck choker he had put 
on, trying to work out how to remove it without success.   Everything was 
going to fast for me.

Outside an apartment block he suddenly stopped.
"Here," he said producing some lace gloves from his pocket,    "Put these 
on.  They'll complete the look."
"What look?"  I said wondering what he was on about.
"Your look for tonight.   See what you think."  And he started to slip a 
glove on to my hand.

An old couple walked past hand-in-hand followed by a gaggle of girls.     
Not the place to make a scene and, of course, I was flattered at the thought 
that he had brought me a present and I let him help me put them on.

They were not proper gloves, he gave them some fancy French name, but I call 
them glovelets - just some black lace covering the back of my hands while 
leaving the palms and fingers free.   There was a catch round the wrist but 
it was so fiddly that Alex did it up.    There were two rings on the 
wristband, one on the inside and one on the outside of each wrist.   I 
wondered what their purpose was as they looked like they were an added 
extra.    I was going to ask but I was whisked off my feet.   Alex led me 
into the foyer of the building and before I knew it we were riding the 
elevator.
"What we doing?"
"Hey!  Chill out.  We're just dropping in on some mates.   Melissa should be 
there."

What was happening?   I was loosing control over the evening.  What would 
Melissa think of me arriving with her - possible ex - boyfriend dressed like 
that?   I didn't know whether to be embarrassed at the thought of Melissa 
seeing me with Alex and dressed so provocatively, or relieved at meeting a 
friend.   In fact I was both.    I pulled my clothes straight but as soon as 
Melissa saw me she pulled me into middle of the room, hugging and kissing 
me, saying I looked amazing and how glad she was to see me.   She seemed to 
think it was perfectly natural for me to arrive with Alex and it was good to 
see her.  Then she made me do a twirl so she could admire my outfit and told 
the guys to watch - because it was all blokes - four of them with Alex.    
They were all looking at me and I quickly pulled Melissa into the kitchen 
feeling embarrassed.    I hoped we could have a proper chat but she became 
conspiratorial and said she wanted me to try something special.

We joined the guys and Melissa passed me a hokum.  I hesitated.  Did I want 
to get stoned?
"Come on, just try it, every one else has." Melissa said.
I could see all the others waiting for me to put the pipe in my mouth.   
Both Melissa and Alex knew I smoked a little dope on rare occasions, so I 
couldn't say I didn't.    Ian (at least I think that was his name,) stood up 
and bent over the back of my chair holding the pipe to my lips and a lighter 
to the bowl.
"Go on," He said,  "Take a deep drag."
So with Melissa leaning forward in encouragement, I took a drag, and then 
another as Ian held the pipe to my lips.   It was powerful stuff because I 
could feel it's effect.    I coughed but apparently I hadn't had enough to 
catch up and he carried on holding the pipe to my lips as I inhaled!     The 
guys where looking at me and smiling as I drew on the pipe.   I smiled back. 
   It didn't feel like any dope I've had before, although I'm hardly an 
expert.   Whatever it was, it was strong and I was floating, dreamily.    
Suddenly it was like, Wow!    I smiled and the guys grinned back.   I 
coughed and couldn't take any more.  My head was spinning and I collapsed 
back in the chair.   My whole body felt tingly and warm and I giggled to 
myself.

"Hey, Melissa, show her how to dance."  Someone said and Melissa pulled me 
up from the chair as I tried to shake the clouds from my head.   She moved 
the coffee table, which stood, on a deep wool rug and I stumbled over a 
couple of rings bolts secured to the floor on either side.    Melissa moved 
my hands, telling me to dance with her.    She was moving sensuously like 
some Eastern dancer and hesitantly, uncertain what to do, I copied her.  
Someone put some soft music on.   Her dancing was very erotic but she was 
grinning and I grinned back as I copied her. The room was dim and warm, and 
the guys seemed to recede so it felt like just the two of us dancing.  My 
head was spinning from the dope but it felt good to be dancing together.    
She said how good I looked in the black choker and glovelets.   I giggled a 
few times as my brain tried follow what was happening.
"Your feeling good, aren't you?" she asked.
I just smirked at her in answer.

She undid the top two buttons on my blouse.
"What.......?" I mumbled softly but she just told me to relax and said she 
wanted me to feel good.     She pulled my blouse free from my skirt and 
undid the bottom buttons.
I was startled and automatically, but slowly because of my dazed mind, I 
started doing up my blouse again.   Melissa stopped me and undid more 
buttons until there was only one button preventing my breasts bursting free.
"Now, you look wonderful.  Let yourself go - feel good." She whispered. "I 
want to see your dance."
Looking down I could see firm white flesh of my swollen breasts.  The single 
button was low down on my blouse which my breasts had pushed open in a deep 
and wide V.

In my hazy brain I wondered what Melissa was doing.   She was holding my 
hands so I couldn't do the buttons up again.   She started me dancing again, 
lifting my arms in the air.   At first I hesitated, but it did feel good so 
I started following her and soon we were grinning at each other again.    
Melissa let my hands go and I started getting into my movements - dancing my 
own exotic dance.   I forgot about the single button and how much of my 
breasts Melissa had revealed.   I was only aware how happy and good I felt.

You must understand how stoned I was.   We were facing each other and 
Melissa was leading me.   I had more or less forgotten about our audience.   
I was lightly stroking my hands down my body and thinking how good it felt.  
  She ran her fingers round her breasts then teased her nipple, motioning me 
to do the same.   When I copied her I gasped as I teased my nipples which 
made me tingle all over.   We danced like this for a while - touching 
ourselves and moving softly.   I was completely submerged in a stoned world 
where my body was alive with sensation.   I found myself getting more worked 
up.    Ian whispered something to Melissa who got inside my arms and held my 
hips.   I put my arms over her shoulders and we danced like that for a 
while.

Then I felt her undoing my skirt and my hands went to my waistband.
"What you doing?"  I asked.   The guys were smiling encouragingly.
"Come on.   Don't be chicken. You can do it."  Melissa whispered in my ear.  
  Smiling.   Dancing softly.   But her hands were at my waist, deftly 
undoing the buttons on my skirt!
I put my hands over hers to try and stop her but she was insistent and just 
smiled.
"Let your hair down.   I want to see you dance properly." She urged me.
I couldn't understand what she meant by that, but I didn't want to fight her 
- I couldn't fight her.  I was too stoned.  So I let her slide the small zip 
down and slip the skirt over my buttocks.    It was tight over my rump and 
she had to ease it over.   As the skirt dropped to my ankles the men 
reminded me of their presence by whispering to each other.    Oh, what have 
I done, I thought.   Melissa bent to slip the skirt off my feet.  She was 
kneeling right before me.  She admired the thong I wore and turned me round 
to look me over.

I could hardly believe I was letting this happen to me.  I thought of Mark 
away on business.   What would he say if he could see me now, I thought.    
So stoned I hardly knew how to think; dressed in nothing but a thong and 
see-through blouse held together by one button which revealed so much hot 
flesh that I might have been naked; and although Melissa and Alex were 
friends, Ian and the other 2 guys weren't - I didn't even know their names.

Writing this down is making me feel sexy but looking back, I can see that it 
was only at this point that I started to understand how sexy and aroused I 
was feeling.  But my thoughts weren't clear, just a fleeting jumble of 
thoughts passing across my addled brain.   I think I was beyond help 
whatever I tried to do.

So I was dancing again, facing Melissa and holding her hands.   She was 
still fully dressed but I was down to open blouse and thong.    She hugged 
me and I could feel her breasts squashed against mine, her thighs on mine 
and then her hands caressing my back like she was a lover.
"Let yourself go and dance again."  She whispered,  "You look so fantastic."

It was easy for me to find my dancing rhythm again and soon I was immersed 
in my dancing.   Melissa backed away to give me some space and I was dancing 
alone, and I looking back, I can see I started dancing very erotically and 
passionately.       I felt good - and being stoned, I slowly stopped 
thinking about the guys watching me.   I gently caressed my body and it felt 
good.     I lost myself for a bit as the passions within me took over and as 
the record ended I realised I had been virtually making love to myself.    
My hands were all over, running up my thighs, along the edge of my thong, 
pulling my buttocks as I clenched my buttocks and slowly ground my hips.   
With a start I understood I had also been caressing my breasts and the 
button on my blouse was undone and my naked breasts where exposed.  My 
nipples were hard.    I glanced up to see the guys sitting on the edge of 
their chairs, smiling at me.

In a daze I turned away as Melissa came over.   My back was to the men - and 
she started slipping my blouse off my shoulders.
Confused, I hesitated to stop her.
"Let me look at you," she whispered, "You're so beautiful.  I want to see 
you properly.   Like we did on holiday."
I was so stoned and stupid that I had to stop to think about this.  
Meanwhile she was sliding my blouse off my arm.
"No.....What are you doing?"
"Just a moment."
Then she was trying to slide my blouse off my other arm, which had caught on 
the buckle of my glovelets.   I was confused.   I didn't understand.

"No," I whispered, "What are you doing?"
She was making it into a confrontation, which I couldn't deal with - she was 
my only friend here. .   I couldn't afford to argue with her.   What could I 
do?
"Please" I whispered, beseeching her while at the same time letting her 
remove my blouse.    Now I was standing there naked apart from my thong.   
The guys, virtual strangers to me, watched and I felt embarrassed.  Yet at 
the same time my body felt good, in a warm glow.    I was conscious of my 
nakedness and dimly I thought I should try and leave.    My arms covered my 
breasts.   Then Melissa wanted me to start dancing again.   She pulled my 
arms off my breasts.   I still couldn't fight her, so I let her.    I tried 
to pretend that the guys wouldn't be able to see my generously firm breasts, 
although I knew they could.     It seemed as if the easiest way though my 
predicament would be to dance as Melissa wanted.    I let myself relax and 
although I kept my back to my audience it no longer matter very much if the 
guys could see my breasts and my bare buttocks.    Here I was, dancing 
nearly naked, yet I had walked in dressed and sober.   What was happening to 
me!

I was dancing again and now I couldn't help it - I started caressing myself 
again.   I tried to keep my back to the guys but was soon absorbed by my 
passions.   Melissa turned me round to face the guys and all I did was close 
my eyes so I wouldn't be able to see them watching me.   I was dancing and 
caressing myself trying somehow to pretend it didn't matter that the guys 
would see my nakedness.

Then as the record ended I felt Melissa start to slid my thing over my rump. 
   I was slow to react and when I looked I could see the men were aroused.  
Two of them had their hands inside their trousers.    Suddenly it looked 
like they might be coming on to me.   I grabbed my thong which Melissa had 
already eased over my buttocks.    This was going too far.
"No, Melissa, I've got to go.  Where's the door?  I must go. Where's my 
clothes."
I staggered against her.
"Not yet"
"Yes, I must go now.   What's happening?  I don't understand."
"It's OK, It's just so good to see you dancing like this.   You're 
beautiful.   Aren't you enjoying it?"

I couldn't speak.  I didn't understand and didn't know what to say.   
Melissa tried again to slip my thong off again but I held on tight.    My 
head spun.  How could I stop this madness?
She stood up and whispered close, "Ok, but we must have just one more dance 
before we go.  Give me your hands."
She stood close behind me.     I could the fabric of her clothes pressed 
against my nakedness.   For a moment I thought she was going to cup my 
desperate breasts but she just held my hands behind my back.

We danced - Melissa directing me by moving my arms.     She was close and 
soon I felt we were as one, my body in front of hers.    Just this last 
dance, I told myself.

She held my hands against my body, then behind my back.   She brought my 
arms up making me bend over slightly.   I don't know when I realised she had 
fastened my wrists together using the rings on my glovelets and a clip.    I 
had a wave of panic, which I quickly tried to ignore - or else it would 
grow.     Help!

Melissa let go of my hands and slid her arm over my shoulder.  She caressed 
my hair and pulled me back against her.     Then, out of nowhere, she was 
pressing the hokum to my lips again.
"Alex say's you've got to have a couple more drags before you go." She 
whispered.
"Oh, No, Jesus", I moaned.  But I sighed helplessly and resigned myself as I 
curled my lips round the hokum.   Melissa whispered encouragement to me,
"Yes, that's good Susie.  Nice and deep.    Now do it again but inhale 
deeper."  She sounded excited.
I was so lost that I just obeyed her and lost myself deeper into my dazed 
body.   I was inhaling deeply and feeling the drug flowing through me.   
Over and over she asked me to inhale and I felt so vulnerable, with my hands 
secured behind me.    Somehow I though that once I was stoned to her 
satisfaction, she would release my hands and so I just carried on inhaling 
until I staggered against her.    I've never been so stoned or out of it.

Melissa swayed my arms from side to side behind me and urged me to dance 
again.  So we did, although it wasn't really dancing.     I was just 
grinding my hips and wishing I could caress my naked and swollen breasts.    
She let go of my hands and held my waist.     She was pressed against me - 
moulding herself to my body.  Then she was casually running her hand up to 
my shoulders and her wrists would brush the sides of my breasts and it was 
sending me crazy.    I'm sure she didn't know what she was doing but I 
couldn't speak for all the feelings inside me.
"I feel so good, don't you?"   Melissa purred in my ear, and I couldn't help 
it, I just moaned in panted breaths, "Oh, Jesus, Yes, I feel good."
"Do you want to feel even better?"
She didn't wait for an answer, or maybe I answered `yes' without knowing 
because she carried on.
"Well let's try it.   We're going to slip your thong off.   OK?   I know 
your going to love it."
I couldn't answer and I knew she would take it as consent again.    With her 
hands on my waist again she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my 
thong.    A flash of fear danced through me and I wanted to plead with 
Melissa to stop.   In my head I could see them all staring at trim snatch of 
hair on my pubis.   I would be completely naked to all the guys.   But how 
could I plead with them watching me.
Melissa pushed the thong down -trying to get it over the swell of my 
buttocks.

"Let me help," said Ian and before I knew it he was kneeling behind me - and 
still I couldn't say anything.    Melissa lifted my hands behind my back and 
forced me to bend over a bit.     My breasts wobbled gently.   I felt the 
implicit threat in her movement and stilled myself as ran his hands up over 
my buttocks to reach my thong.    I knew he was going to slip them off 
whatever I did.    I just stood there gasping and biting my lip.   I was too 
stoned and aroused to struggle any more but Melissa clearly didn't know that 
because she forced me over some more and another guy came to stand by me.  
They called him G, or should I spell that Gee?    He rested my head on his 
chest.    Somehow he was bare chested and another flash of fear whipped 
through me.
"Is he taking his time with your knickers?"  He asked softly as he stroked 
my hair over my shoulders.
Yes,  Ian was taking his time.   He was easing them down so slowly.   The 
back waistband was stretched across my buttocks.    He gently pulled the 
gusset as he tried to get the front waistband to slip the front down, but I 
just gasped, as every movement seemed to rub my clitoris and sent me insane. 
    I could feel every stand of cotton.     I was gasping and pinched G's 
chest between my teeth.  I just couldn't help it.      G must have 
misunderstood, or maybe he thought I was coming on to him, because his hand 
slipped down from my hair and cupped my firm, swollen breast.
"No, please."  I gasped, but he was now rolling my nipples between his 
fingers.    At the same time Ian wanted me to open my legs a bit.   I was 
putty in their hands.    All I could do was gasp and bit I G's chest again.

G lifted my head up and looked at me.   He ran his thumb over my lips.
"You've got beautiful lips," he observed and he slipped his thumb inside my 
mouth.  "and I think you're ready to use them."
His hands where putting pressure on my shoulder and then I just sort of 
drifted down onto my knees.     My face and lips brushed his chest as I 
slowly fell.    Opening my eyes, I was directly on a level with his groin 
and saw the hard bulge of his erection beneath his trousers.

I felt my thong fall and Ian lifted each knee in turn as he slipped them 
right off.   Now I really was naked.    I tugged hopelessly at my hands 
behind my back.    Again he wanted me to open my legs but I couldn't.   In 
the dim recesses of my brain I understood now where all this was leading but 
it wasn't the reason why I didn't obey him.  The real reason was I was just 
too stoned and goddam hot to do anything.

A cord slipped round my knees.  I looked down to see Ian tying a thin rope 
between my knee and the ring bolt in the floor.        I turned as he moved 
to my other leg but was halted by the sight of G removing his trousers and 
pants.       I might have gone in to shock.    I saw his erection flapping 
about.  Suddenly everything became real.  This really was happening.     G 
waved his cock at my face.  He held my head and rubbed his swollen gland 
over my lips.     No, I don't do this. I don't suck cock, a small voice 
inside me pleaded but then I felt Ian slip a cord round my other knee and 
pull them slowly open.

He pulled my legs open and pulled them wider and then wider still.   I sank 
to the floor, splayed wide open.   My cunt was there for him.

I was delirious - in a haze.   Whatever my mind was telling me, my body was 
contradicting - my body needed the sensations of being touched.   The 
arousal!    My breasts were aching for attention so much it nearly hurt.   
Ian's hands ran up the inside of thighs.     Oh!   Please.   Agghhooooo.

G pushed his cock between my lips.    Oh, I don't suck cock, ran across my 
mind, but he was inching his stiff member slowly into my mouth.     My mouth 
stretched.   Deeper.   Aghhh.     I couldn't stop him.  I tugged at my bonds 
again.    I opened wider to try and accommodate him.

Ian's thumb ran the length of my clit.    Oh, Jesus.  I thought I was about 
to cum, but that would be to surrender to my bodily needs.     It was all 
the pride I could salvage - I couldn't come.    I started to suck G's cock.

I don't like doing this, I told myself.    I've never done it - just once 
with my husband - and I don't like it.     I was sucking G's cock - 
following him as he pulled back.       It was memorising - his cock sliding 
in and out of my stretched lips.     I had never seen a cock so close and I 
was surprised by the powerful aura it radiated.     It was beautiful.    I 
watched the engorged veins.    The mass of his body was inches away and he 
held my head.    I relaxed to let his cock penetrate my throat.    My mouth 
hurt but I had stopped my struggle.    His meat slid over my tongue.   I 
smelt his odour.  This was an animal thing now and I knew this cock, G's 
cock, had complete power over me.    I knew I had to give myself and I 
started abandoning myself to his solid cock.

Ian was still behind me.  Now he pressed himself against me and reached 
round to cup both my breasts.   I think he was naked because I could feel 
the length of his hardness against me.   Oh, his touch felt so good.   When 
he finished cupping and squeezing my breasts he started pinching my nipples. 
   Delirium.   I was gagging on G's cock who had suddenly started pumping 
furiously - slamming his meat into me.     He came.    Gallons of cum 
exploding from his cock straight into my mouth.  Warm and salty.   I 
swallowed quickly and then again and again, trying to keep up

Ian slid a hand down over my belly.   It slid between my thighs - which were 
tied far apart - and found my clit.     I shuddered as a small orgasm ran 
through me.     He put an arm round my waist and bent me over.  G's 
softening cock slid from my mouth.    Ian pushed me further over and I 
collapsed.    I knelt with my face in the carpet, my hands tied behind me, 
my arse in the air and my knees tied wide apart.   I felt the hardness of 
Ian's naked cock press between my buttocks.    I struggled pathetically but 
George held me down.   I could feel his hardness.   Ian's slid his cock 
backwards and forwards between my thighs, rubbing my clitoris and sending me 
delirious.   I could feel how hot and ready I was.

`No, I mustn't let him fuck me' was the last thought I had before his 
swollen gland pressed against my virginal lips and pushed.    Gently he 
pushed a few times as if knocking on my door, which he slowly pushed open.   
I could feel he was huge but there was nothing I could do.    My body was on 
fire.

"Be gentle, Please." Was all I could moan before suddenly, my tight virgina 
gave way and Ian's hardness slipped easily in.     I gasped at his size.  He 
wasn't nearly as big as Alex but still a good bit bigger than Mark.   (I 
think I've already told you that Mark is quite small really.)   Anyway, he 
was more than my tight little cunt was used to.   Ian's cock felt massive 
and he slowly pushed in.

Suddenly I was crying out, moaning, saying,  "Oh, yes, fuck me.  I need you, 
Oh deep, deep.   Yes.........."   As he started really fucking me.   That's right, 
really fucking me - like I had never been fucked before.   Oh, he really 
knew what he was doing.   He was holding my hips and pumping me on to him.   
  Slam slam.  Oh,  Deep, deep, and I was moaning,  "Oh no,  no,   
oooooooohhh............"
Oh yes, he was really teaching me something about fucking.    I've never 
felt anything like it.  My whole body was on fire as if I was permanently on 
the edge of a massive orgasm.

Someone lifted my head up and another hard prick prodded at my lips.   I 
started sucking and licking - and all the while Ian slammed into my tight 
virgina.  The cock in my mouth only lasted a few sucks and he came, amid 
much groaning.   I smirked inwardly because I had made him to cum so easily. 
   What was happening to me?

A few moments later I heard Melissa again.
"Try this."
I opened my eyes and tried to look up - which was difficult because my head 
was rubbing on the floor as Ian fucked me.  Melissa was naked from the waist 
down.   Alex was in the process of removing her blouse.   She sat on the 
floor and spread her legs either side of me.   Her cunt glistened and she 
pressed herself to my face.
"Lick me."  She ordered.
For some reason, my natural disgust didn't surface and I just wondered what 
a women - what Melissa - tasted like.    So I tasted.   I sucked and 
squirmed as Ian's cock pumped into me, grinding my face in Melissa's cunt.   
   I was told to get my tongue deep inside her and I did - slurping and 
licking as Melissa ground her cunt into my face.     And still Ian fucked 
me.

I'm not going to tell you any more - because the rest of the long evening 
was more of the same - eating out Melissa, me being fucked from every which 
angle.   I'm not going to tell you how Alex fucked me.   I agreed with him 
that I wouldn't.   Although I did find out that Alex had made every one who 
fucked me in the cunt wear a condom, except him of course. Early the next 
morning, as the sky slowly turned from black to blue, Alex dropped me home 
and I slept nearly all Saturday.   I never told Mark, who came home Sunday 
evening.    Maybe if I had confessed things would have been different - or 
maybe not.

If our marriage had been less than perfect now it became more difficult.    
Mark, who had a vile temper when he let loose, became more demanding and we 
argued.    Often over stupid things.   Sex wasn't so good either.   Somehow 
he never seemed to satisfy me any more.  Or maybe I had given up trying to 
get him to please me.    A couple of times I really tried.   I was going try 
my new cock sucking skills but then stopped - would he wonder where I learnt 
it?    So I didn't and Mark continued to cum too soon and leave me feeling 
even more randy.   I know that's one of the reasons we were arguing all the 
time.

He started entertaining friends at home and expected me to cook and serve 
while he lounged on the sofa.   I wouldn't have minded that much, I mean I 
do know my duties as a wife.   No, what I hated were his mates.   He used to 
have a reputation as one of the lads - if this had been America you would 
call him a redneck - but I thought he had changed.    I hoped marriage would 
change him.   When we were courting he seemed so different.   Attentive and 
thoughtful.   Now he seemed not to care and when his friends came round I 
stayed out of the way.     What with all the cooking and housework as well 
as working five days a week I hardly ever saw my old friends.

One evening, we had both been drinking and we had a blazing row.   Then 
suddenly I couldn't take any more and I broke down and cried and cried.
"What's going wrong?  What do you want of me?  Don't you love me any more?"  
I sobbed.   I fell off the sofa and pleaded with him at his feet - I knew we 
had to talk about our relationship.  It was difficult and I opened my heart 
more than Mark ever would.   We talked for half an hour.   I wanted to blame 
him, but in my heart I knew it was my fault.   I was the one who had 
committed adultery.   It was Karma.    Of course I was a useless wife.    If 
only you would just do what you're told, he complained.

Could it be that easy?    Was that it?   All it took was obedience and Mark 
would be happy again?     I dried my eyes.
"You know I'll do anything for you."    I was pleading again and looked up 
at him.     He stroked my hair.
"Your so beautiful."  He said, "Would you like us to start again, like a 
proper married couple?"
I nodded, reluctant to say anything that might make him change his mind.
"But you've got to be obedient and do what your told.  You understand that 
now don't you?"
I nodded.  Anything was better than being unhappy.
"None of your fancy middle class ways now. I'm your husband and you're my 
women.  That's how it is.  You understand?"
I don't know that I did, but I nodded anyway.   He smiled at me.
"You're a sexy beautiful women, aren't you?"
Hesitantly, I nodded in answer and his hand slipped to my left breast which 
he cupped in his palm.     Sex was the last thing on my mind and I moved his 
hand away.
"Not now Mark, please."
"Hey now" his protest was soft although his certainty was clear, "If we're 
going to start again, it means you've got to be a proper wife.   Do you 
understand that?     It was you that started this.  It was you who wanted 
things to be different."

I knew I had a choice.   I try things his way or I don't have a marriage.    
If one of us had to be unhappy it would be much easier if that person was 
me.     And anyway, maybe if Mark was happy I would be happy.     These were 
thought which I had been thinking the last few weeks.  Now they flashed 
across my mind as I made my decision.    Closing my eyes I put his hand back 
on my breast.
"I'm sorry Mark.   I do want to be a good wife for you."
"And you're going to be obedient?"
I nodded.
"Show me then, show me by taking your top off."
There was nothing for it but to do as he asked.
"No" he interrupted, "slowly now.  Show me how sexy you can be."

I knew what he wanted.   He wanted me to strip for him.   But he didn't, it 
was worse than that.     I wasn't wearing a bra and soon I was topless and 
he had me kneeling on the floor between his knees so he could caress them.
"Take my cock out, I want you to suck me.   It's time you learnt."  He said.
Is this what it's going to take to make him happy, I thought, as I took his 
stiff little member out.

     *    *    *     *    *

We arranged a weekend away.     Mark knew a place and it wasn't until we 
were leaving I realised that for Mark it was also a weekend away with his 
mates because he had invited half a dozen.   I was expecting as dump, but 
when we got there I found the house we were staying in was fabulous.   Even 
though it was dark by the time we arrived I could see if it was nearly a 
mansion, set in it's own grounds and overlooking the sea.      And there was 
a butler.  It was like something out of a different century.     The butler 
told us everyone was in the library and took us to our room to change.      
Even our bedroom was fantastic and I threw myself on the large four poster 
bed.    Maybe I'll enjoy this weekend after all, I thought.

Mark insisted we had a shower and when I came out I saw he had laid out my 
pyjamas.     Then he told me tonight was a pyjama party.    "That why I 
wanted to shower first."      I stood there with my towel around my fresh, 
damp body.  When was the last time I went a pyjama party, I wondered as I 
slipped them on.     They were thin cotton but Mark had bought me far more 
revealing outfits recently and that reassured me.   I wasn't allowed any 
underwear and in fairness Mark didn't either.       At the bottom of the 
stairs the butler handed us each a glass.
"A toast before you go in and you must down it in one.  That's why the 
ladies is smaller."
That was thoughtful, I thought and followed Mark in throwing it down my 
neck.  It burnt like whisky but had different taste.  Suddenly Mark whipped 
two bracelets and a choker out of his pocket.   "This is to remind you that 
you've promised to try and like my friends and I want to be proud of you.  I 
want to show you off a bit so my mates know how beautiful and sexy my wife 
is.  I want you to be the sexiest women here tonight.  Do you understand?"
Well I was going to try.  I had resolved that so I let him put them on me 
and determined not to do anything which might make him want to punish me.

Then as the butler opened the door for us he half whispered to me.  "Don't 
worry, the other ladies are due to arrive soon."

I walked into a small dark room with an open fire burning and maybe 8 men 
talking in groups as music played.      Mark was right about it being a 
pyjama party `cos all the men wore them and one or two had no top, just the 
bottoms.

And I'm so sorry Alex won't let me write any more.  He says to many people 
might make some connections.     I was going to tell you how I became Mark 
and Alex's (eventually) willing slave.    I've enjoyed writing this down so 
I'll work on him and maybe he'll let me write the rest for you some time.   
Meanwhile, because I've worked so hard on it, I don't want any of you to use 
this story for profit, or to put it on any server apart from those managed 
by the ASSM crowd.  But it you keep it on your personal PC, that's fine.    
And if it's still on there in two years, or more, that's even better.

Love you all

Susie

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