At the whim of their Master's cock

AT THE WHIM OF THEIR MASTER’S COCK

PART ONE

When I first introduced my wife Gillian to my best friend Glen, well she wasn’t then my wife. We were living together but making marriage plans.

Glen and I went back a long way; we were at school together where we discovered we were bisexual. We engineered opportunities and sought out each other’s cocks as frequently as possible and had some wonderful times fondling each other and jerking each other off.

When we left school we drifted apart but still managed to keep in touch. Because we lacked physical contact I was not quite sure whether Glen had become totally gay or whether he was still bisexual. From the bits and pieces of news I gathered he didn’t have a girlfriend. I certainly knew I was bisexual because Gillian and I had good sex together although I have to confess that occasionally, when I lay back as Gillian masturbated me to cum, I would often think of Glen and the stuff we did together at school.

With Gillian and I, it was love at first sight. I had seen her strolling along the promenade with her sister, and when our eyes met, I knew she was the girl for me. I dated her and we soon started going out together and found we had loads of things in common, particularly our views on sex and the joys of sex. Yet funnily enough, we had been out several times before I actually kissed her and – as she always reminds me – it was actually she who kissed me first!

We were sitting on a park bench and had snuggled up close. I was wondering whether it would be appropriate to put my arm around her shoulders when she leant over, took my hand and pursed her lips together. Like a magnet our lips met and I felt her first soft and wet kiss on my lips. My cock immediately jerked in reaction.

From that first kiss we made fast progress. Gillian’s nubile body and her sexy outlook on life drove me desperately crazy. She wasn’t the type to publicly flaunt her sex, or dress or look a slut. But in private she was hot and fervent and I just couldn’t keep my hands off her. She was very fair-skinned and had greenish-greyish eyes, a lovely pair of tits – not small, but not over-generous – and large, silky, brown areolas surrounding pert nipples, and she was curvy throughout and had a particularly fleshy ass that I just loved to handle. It was the kind of ass that you could ripple by gliding your hand over the flesh so as to make it wobble. It was also the kind of ass that you could pinch and leave red blob marks over.

There were some drawbacks. She refused to suck cock (although she loved to receive oral sex herself and went into ecstasy when I chewed and slobbered over her clit) and absolutely refuted to have her ass penetrated (although she loved me to suck and lick her asshole). No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t surmount either obstacle. But I guessed that in time these would come right too. However, on the plus side she gave brilliant hand jobs and fucking her was a wild pleasure. She just loved to feel cum spurting inside her.

We also shared wild fantasies and both of us loved to dialogue and let our imaginations roam. We discussed what it would be like if we were into threesomes and she liked the idea of having another man in our action as long as I didn’t mind and as long as it was just sex. We discussed a variety of different men of our mutual acquaintance and naturally enough some made her hot and others didn’t suit her fancy.

One guy who did pass muster was my office manager. He was twice our age (we were in our very early 20’s), but he was a womaniser and appreciated a good, sexy body. When I first introduced Gillian at an office party, his eyes shone when they shook hands. He pinched her cheek and blurted “hey, what a lovely girl”. Gillian turned a bright pink and I knew she was turned on by him.

On numerous occasions as I was fucking her she loved to hear me recount various fantasies about what Tony (the boss) would do with her if he could get his hands on her. Her particularly favourite theme was how I would hand her over to Tony who would use his vast sex experience to train her to become a slut by putting her through a sex training course, schooling her in giving best hand jobs and best fucks, doing loads of practical work with her and directing her to have sex with other men.

When he had sufficiently trained her and broken her in, Tony would then hand her over to me and say, “She’s all yours now. I’ve broken her in properly. She’s a first class fuck”.

Alas, neither of us had the courage to turn this fantasy into reality and it remained just a fantasy.

Then, one day I thought of Glen. He and I had had some sex together in the past, and he was our age. I had often mentioned him to Gillian and had told her how close we were (without of course telling her that we had frequently jerked each other off), and she was curious about him. The last I had heard of him was that he had taken up professional photography and was working with the local weekly rag. It wouldn’t be difficult to track him down.

“I’m going to look Glen up and maybe get together again for lunch or just for a drink”, I said one day. Gillian had seen him from some school pictures I had shown her, showing a fairly tall and vaguely handsome boy with a disarming smile.

“Maybe I could ask him round one evening for dinner”.

Gillian looked me in the eyes intently, trying to read what I had in mind.

“Sure, why not. That’d be nice”.

“He might be interested in making up a trio?” I asked enquiringly.

“Yea, maybe he would”. Gillian tried to look cool about the proposal but I could see she was already turned on by the prospect. “You’ll have to ask him. He might not like it, or maybe he might not like me”.

“He’ll like you alright. I know Glen”. I tried to sound convincing but had some reservations just in case he had declared himself to be fully gay.

In the eventuality, he turned out to be far from fully gay! We met for lunch and had loads of stuff to catch up on. What struck me most was that he had grown big, into a six footer. Well, he was always fairly tall, but he really towered over me now. We reviewed the gap of things that had taken place since we had last met at school. He was single and unattached and had a fairly laid back lifestyle and loved his job as a photographer. I showed him a picture of Gillian and his lips curled sexily.

“Hey, she’s a bomb. You’re one lucky guy”.

“She’d love to meet you”.

“That’s great, hey, why not. I’d love to meet her”.

Despite not having met for so many years, we very quickly renewed the intimacy we had enjoyed at school. I explained our fantasies to him and all the stuff that Gillian and I did together and it turned him on. I could see that under the table he was having difficulty in controlling the bulge that had undoubtedly swelled up there. I was having difficulties with the same problem myself!

Two days later he came round to dinner and from the onset I felt an enormous surge of powerful sexual tension amongst the three of us. Not a negative tension, but a highly positive one. The atmosphere simply buzzed and crackled with it and this kind of tension lasted for many years later when our threesome became a highly permanent arrangement.

It started from the moment that Glen walked into our apartment and I introduced them and they shook hands. Gillian had turned a bright pink with cheeks like cherries and as their palms met I felt the tension crackle. We blundered our way through scraps of conversation and hardly knew what we had to eat for dinner. A few good drinks helped to slightly lighten the atmosphere and eased us to what we had all been waiting for.

Glen had always had a substantial cock, a lurching piece of meat that I guessed would have really developed now. I was curious to see the size it had grown to. It contrasted to mine because I had n
o great length. But my cock was substantial too, widely shaped, cut, with a pronounced cock-head and prone to become ver
y taut and hard.

We mumbled our way through some small talk as we sipped our after-dinner drinks. I could stand the tension no more. We had to take the plunge.

“Gillian, why don’t you go into the bedroom and get yourself comfortable. We’ll be joining you as soon as we finish our drink”.

The moments of waiting felt like hours. We said nothing and were unable to look each other in the eye. I guess there was also an attachment of guilt, a feeling that we were about to commit a sin against something that was sacrosanct, that is, breaking the privacy of the sexual bond between a man and woman. I felt my guilt more than his because he had nothing to lose and I was giving everything away.

I had a momentary panic attack and felt an impulse to spring up and shout “stop – it’s gone far enough”. But my cock was rock hard and, not for the first time, it ruled my brain and took over its workings.

I did spring up and said something like “right – let’s go” as if we were about to embark on an exercise. Gillian had put on some exotic perfume. She lay naked on her back on the bed, two bright candles flickering and threw wall shadows. Her curvy and very white flesh glowed.

Glen drew a deep breath and sighed. I wondered whether this was the first girl he had ever seen naked. He hadn’t mentioned having a girl friend or indeed any girl contact. Within seconds I had undressed. My cock was rock-hard. I was so excited that I felt pre-cum seeping. Glen undressed slowly. He just could not take his burning eyes off Gillian’s body.

When he finally unleashed his cock it surged wildly upwards and Gillian gasped at the length. I was lying besides her fondling her nipples and I felt her gasp. Her hand grasped mine and squeezed. Her other hand took Glen’s and she drew him down on her.

Glen gently eased himself onto her as his quivering flesh covered and enveloped her. His lips met hers and they immersed themselves into a long and passionate kiss. I was not the one to indulge in much foreplay. My cock was so hard I just wanted to mount Gillian and shoot my welling cum into her but Glen had her in such a hold that I was left lingering on the edge.

I felt a pang of jealousy shoot through my frame. What had I done? Whatever it was, it was too late to turn back. I lay besides them, fondling my cock. Glen was working his foreplay, lingering over her lips, licking her ear lobes, chewing them and running his tongue down her neck and licking her nipples. His massive hands pinned her down so that when she wriggled with hot pleasure he held her harder and restricted her movement.

It would be untrue to say that I was completely left out of the picture. Gillian saw to that. She squeezed her hand from under his body and caught hold of my cock, giving it those exquisite rubs and pinches she was so good at. My cock lurched even harder and a kind of perversity flowed through me.

AT THE WHIM OF THEIR MASTER’S COCK

PART TWO

I had pangs of jealousy for Glen, but an inward thrill as I watched him perform, a thrill that clearly uncovered my masochism in being hurt yet enjoying the feeling. His fingers were now searching for her pussy, pushing aside my wife’s fleshy thighs and exposing his access to her clitoris.

He handled it with an extremely light touch, teasing it with his finger tip, occasionally squeezing it between his fingers, but never actually going wild over it. Again these made me wonder about Glen. He was certainly no gay and this was not his first adventure into sex. He also seemed to have a strategy, slowly and deliberately building Gillian up, leaving her writhing for more but making her wait and wait.

This again was in contrast to my style of diving in and getting on with it. I used to think that Gillian enjoyed my grasping her clit and really going hard on it straight away. Apparently this was not the case. She writhed and struggled as Glen teased and played with her. Gillian’s ass shook violently as she tried to buck her pussy mound to meet his touches, but he left her hanging there and increased his grip on her body so that she struggled in vain.

“I can’t wait any more”, I groaned. These were the first words that any of us had spoken.

“Sure”, Glen said politely, moving aside. “She’s all yours”.

I mounted Gillian, cradled her ass in my hands so as to pull her towards me and my cock penetrated her pussy. She was wet and squelchy and she moaned as I entered her. A few quick strokes and I felt my cock swell inside her and suddenly I was cumming, waves and waves of cream shooting through my cock into Gillian’s hot and tantalised pussy as I groaned, writhed and gyrated over her.

Completely spent, I lay on Gillian for a few seconds as Glen politely waited for me to dismount.

I pulled out of her. “Lovely, that was great”. And it had been. I don’t think I had ever sprayed so much cum inside Gillian, or anywhere else.

“You two carry on” I said patronisingly as I gathered up my underwear and stuff. Not that I needed to because Glen had once more taken a position of command and was licking Gillian’s nipples and his body had moved onto Gillian’s again.

Over the next few days, Gillian and I had sex over and over again. We just couldn’t get enough of it. I made her narrate what Glen had done to her after I had finished off and gone to take a shower. Not wanting to interrupt them I went into our spare bedroom and left the door open because the sounds of sexual activity were giving me an enormous thrill.

When I say sounds, I mean Gillian’s sounds really. She squealed and whimpered and I could only guess what Glen was doing with her. I could hear him pant over his efforts. Each time I thought he was going to take her, there were moments of silence as he left Gillian hanging on, and then started her all over again. He stroked her clit with short and long strokes and – from what Gillian told me later – then thrust his two long and hard fingers inside her pussy and located her g spot and played her up with that.

The sounds and my imagination at the things he must have been doing to her made me horny again but simultaneously I had a feeling of nausea in my stomach because Glen was more than obviously making a huge success of the whole venture. My cock was hard again and I just had to stroke it. The feeling was exquisite. I closed my eyes and imagined Glen holding Gillian tight and pinned down as he masturbated her pussy. Gillian squealed and whimpered, begging for more but being ignored.

As she told me later, he deliberately kept his huge cock away from her, away from her hot and fervent hands and only occasionally did he mount her and rub his huge organ over her belly and in between her quivering tits. His fleshy lips sucked her erect nipples and the tip of his tongue felt its way down to her navel whilst one hand handled and fondled her curves and the other hand worked on her clit and pussy.

My hard cock exploded again as I gave myself a good masturbation. Gillian and Glen were still at it. They just could not get enough of each other and after what seemed an age I began to hear the gentle rhythm of the bed frame rattling. It was a gentle motion at first, slow and deliberate. But the momentum continued to grow and grow and then finally the whole bed began to vibrate, stronger and stronger.

Glen had penetrated Gillian with his lengthy cock and was threshing into her. I could hear his balls splat against her ass with his motions, stronger and stronger and then I heard him shout “Jeez” and “Oh my God”. Gillian screamed. The sounds subsided and then there was perfect silence, broken by a few whispers and a wet exchange of kisses. All of that I heard distinctly.

Gillian’s debriefings were detailed and precise. I made sure of that through constant questioning and repetition to compare and detect whether she was making any of it up by confusing her facts. But her facts wer
e accurate and well-ingrained in her memory. There were also several confession sessions.

All these were made
with Gillian naked, on her knees, kneading and cajoling my cock to cum. Masturbation has always been high on my list of priorities since I had discovered its joys at the age of 12. Nobody had told me about it, or instructed me in its art. I had discovered it myself during shower time. Without knowing why I began to feel my cock become rigid and my hand was drawn to stroke it. The more I stroked the more rigid it became.

The culmination of this stroking ended in a dizzy, queasy feeling, but a feeling of intense pleasure. I just couldn’t explain how or why. Neither could I explain why this sensational feeling was accompanied by spurts of a white, creamy liquid that caused an awful mess and was quite warm when it left my cock tip. One thing I knew for sure – it was bad and sinful to do such things and I often felt a deep sense of shame after the pleasure.

Later, from school chit-chat, I learned that this was wanking and that boys and men did it often to satisfy their sex feelings and pressures. I felt less sinful and anyway my urges made me wank at least once daily and very often two or three times a day and whilst doing it, I used to imagine girls that I knew and how they would appear if I saw them naked and if I could touch them in their sensitive places, that is their tits and between their legs.

Well, at school you learn a lot. In my early teens clandestine pictures of naked women were passed from hand to hand and for the first time I saw what a naked woman looked like without having to imagine it. My masturbations continued unabated with the help of these peripherals – a picture of a naked woman in my left hand and my right hand fervently masturbating my lurching cock, my brain fantasising on the girls and women I knew. Sometimes it would be a school teacher; often a neighbour and even a cousin or an aunt.

Glen and I went through the school streaming system together as term after term we were class-mates. We became firm friends and friendship led to physical interest in each other. At first it was in the school toilets, but later we arranged sleep-overs in each others’ houses and that led to longer sessions and more serious forms of masturbation as we skilfully handled each others’ bursting cocks.

Early on I accepted that I was a masturbation fetishist and actually preferred a good hand-job to a full fuck. I ran both schools of pleasure in parallel sessions, fucking Gillian hard and also masturbating in private when the opportunity arose. I also persuaded Gillian to occasionally masturbate me rather than completing the full sex act with her. We were quick to adapt to each others’ needs.

Her confession sessions were undertaken like that as she recounted her episode with Glen, whilst torturing my cock. She had taken an instant liking to Glen, was actually ecstatic about him and the stuff he had done to her. She carefully explained how he had tantalised her with his fore-play, how massive his dick felt when she handled it and then how she felt his length when he slid it into her pussy. How he had expertly handled her to build her up to a climax and then denied her that climax and then started building her up again. It brought back memories that he used to do this to me during our jacking-off pleasures!

She also loved the way he pinned her down with his big body, not letting her move as his hands ravaged her, feeling her all over, cradling her curves, sucking on her nipples and then licking her clit and inserting his tongue deep inside her wet pussy, yes, even though it was still oozing my cum.

The finale she explained best of all, the way he had positioned her, mounted her, inserted his cock inside her and then slowly and gradually began to build up a head of steam, probing his big cock deeper and deeper, faster and faster, until, in a frantic flourish, he had gripped her hard and really pounded her and unleashed a stash of hot cum deep inside her pussy. At that moment she came too and was ecstatic.

AT THE WHIM OF THEIR MASTER’S COCK

PART THREE

Undoubtedly, our first threesome had been a great success. I had not spoken to Glen yet, but I assumed from Gillian’s descriptions that he had left her bed with a totally drained cock and was a happy man, she was ecstatic and had been well-fucked and I had experienced the pleasures of masochism, had a good fuck and several excruciatingly pleasurable masturbating sessions.

In the weeks that followed we had regular sessions with Glen. As I had assumed, he was wild about Gillian as a fuck-partner, treating her with enormous respect when we weren’t performing but being transposed into a different animal as soon as we started our session. Without discussing it, we worked out a code of ethics in that neither Gillian nor Glen would do anything behind my back, or that I didn’t know about.

The sessions roughly followed the first prototype with some modification. Glen would start the foreplay in the sitting room and really leave Gillian gasping for more. I would sit and watch, my cock bursting at the seams. He would then lead Gillian off into the bedroom and I hung around having a drink or simply just listening to the sounds of their foreplay, mostly Gillian’s groans and moans.

When eventually I did join them, they were already lost in a world of their own, and I would stare in fascination at their bodies, his expansive nakedness and her pale and undulating curves melting into a fusion of passion. They were so intimately intertwined they would be only vaguely aware of my presence. To be fair, Gillian did try to restore some balance by including me in their actions, but Glen still occupied the command role, pinning her body under his and allowing her little movement.

Occasionally he would release her so that I could fondle some parts of her but normally he restricted me to the upper half of her body. Then I realised he had a strategic reason for doing this. He would position me to straddle the upper part of Gillian’s body, whilst his hands would wander over her thighs and under her bum cheeks. But during his hand movements, his hands would take the opportunity to brush against my cock, and sometimes take hold of it.

His bi-sexuality was coming through. He even engineered opportunities to lick my cock with his hot tongue, and later to actually take my cock between his lips and give me a good tonguing – but that came later.

My inability to prolong the action to any lengthy period of time normally always came through. Thoughts of what he did to her during foreplay enflamed my cock. By the time I joined them I was almost ready for it and normally, after a few gropes, I would mount Gillian and shoot my cum into her. After that I would leave them to get on with it. Eventuality, these became all-night sessions and Glen would stay the night in Gillian’s bed and I would sleep in the adjacent spare bedroom.

It took me many years to gain the ability to pace myself at this game. In the meanwhile, Gillian and Glen made hay by engineering as much time to themselves as they could possibly get.

Each session would be followed by Gillian’s debriefings in the days that followed. Besides her detailed descriptions of what Glen had done to her in the last sessions, I also led the course with my suggestions and by expanding the horizons of this enormous fantasy.

In the meanwhile, our life outside sex and outside our threesome, had moved on. Gillian and I married – no we didn’t get Glen to take our wedding pictures; in fact he couldn’t come to our wedding because from a local newspaper he had moved to a national journal and that week-end they sent him overseas to cover a special job. Glen himself had a girl-friend and for some time we drifted apart, without getting too far apart.

We settled into the humdrum of married life with Glen still dominating our bed. I made Gillian continue her narrations, recounting the best sessions she had had with him, including one memorable session where he
had kept her up all night and she had counted no less than 14 climaxes he had given h
er throughout the lengthy session.
I remember that session distinctly. It had started in the normal manner. Our bed-mate had so become part of our scene now that he required no prompting to start the action. Within minutes of being inside our apartment he would have Gillian in his arms, kissing her deeply and fondling her over her clothes. The he took hold of her hair and gently dragged her into the bedroom.

I gave them the usual 20 minutes or so to get going, monitoring always their slurping and kissing sounds, and then walking into the bedroom. To my surprise this time, they had hardly started and were both fully clothed, enmeshed in each other, completely lost to the world.

I went out again and had a cup of coffee and smoked a couple of cigarettes and then went back in. Gillian was partly unclothed as his lips were still concentrating on her lips and simultaneously sucking her nipples whilst his hand held her head in check and his other hand roamed over the rest of her body. My wife was so relaxed and compliant that I had an idea to try an experiment. I undressed and fondled my cock to rock hardness and then approached them and held my cock over Gillian’s lips. Surely for the first time she would take cock in her mouth?

She pushed me away and said “no”.

“Sorry mate”, Glen said. “She still won’t take cock in her mouth”.

My heart pounded with a start. This was surly a usurpation of my position. Was he now calling the shots in our affair? But again cock ruled my brain. Gillian extended her hand and firmly grabbed my stiff organ and began the gentle manipulation she was so good at. I crumbled on the bed, powerless to resist anything.

By now our affairs had passed into various transition stages. I was spending as much time with them on the bed as my rampant cock would enable me – but still not very long. Both of them had devised ways to include me in their play and not leave me isolated. Gillian skilfully worked on my cock and Glen equally skilfully trained me to become his assistant.

“Hold her down” he would order, whilst he sucked juices out of her pussy. “Don’t let her move”.

Or otherwise, “Open her legs and spread her out so I can lick deep inside her cunt”. I had become a valet, well his valet, as he went about the lengthy business of fucking my wife.

Around this time too I noticed that in session after session he made a point of leaving his mark – literally. Gillian was fair-skinned and was easily pinched black and blue. After the session and for many days following, her bum and thighs would be full of bites and bruises, some deep purple in colour, others a greyish blue. Her bum and thighs would be covered with them and I guessed this was his way of marking his territorial hold on Gillian’s body.

Anyway, back to the session. Eventually he had Gillian stripped naked and he gave her some hot clit massages. As I held her down, he made her cum three times in rapid succession, leaving her totally spent, screaming, groaning, whimpering and begging for mercy. I had always thought that these noises were the stuff of dirty stories and were not really true.

Gillian illustrated how true they were when a woman is handled by the right partner. He had also taken a penchant to slapping her ass cheeks regularly so that I could hear the splat as his open palm hit her quivering flesh, accompanied by her cries of “ouch” and her sharp intakes of breath.

With all this action I simply could not hold myself back any more. I flipped Gillian over and mounted her from behind doggy style and unleashed a whole wad of cum into her squelching cunt. Totally spent and exhausted I went off into the spare bedroom and let them get on with it.

It was a sleepless night spent tossing and turning. During the moments I was awake I thought I was dreaming because I could hear sounds and movements. My feelings were that they could not possibly still be fucking. It must be a reverie, an extension of the imagination. How wrong I was.

I woke early next morning and could still hear signs of movement and surmised they must have woken up early and resumed their hot action. Gillian told me later she had not been allowed to have a wink of sleep all night.

I went into their bedroom with the intentions of taking Gillian again and immediately whiffed the odour of cum, so strong that it almost turned my nostrils. I went down on the bed beside them. The underlying sheet was soaking wet, like they had wet themselves. But this was not urine. This was cum and the liquid from Gillian’s cunt squirts. The bed was flooded with it, so much we later found it had even permeated to the mattress.

In her debriefing Gillian told me she had cum 14 times (when she was counting) and that after I had fucked her, Glen had fucked her three times during the course of the night, and then I fucked her again in the morning. It was as well that this was Sunday morning and Gillian didn’t have to go to work! Little wonder too that when I fucked her in the morning her body was sticky with gooey fluids, semen stains plastered all over her and her ass and inner thighs a hotchpotch of welts, bites and bruises.

The intensity of that night proved to be an enormous hallmark in the relationship. I had to concede that sex-wise, Gillian belonged totally and unmistakably to Glen. He was her Master; she danced to his tune. The sex that she and I were having together was purely perfunctory, merely her way of honouring her obligation towards the marriage bond.

“Are you in love with him?” I asked during one of her debriefings shortly after this episode.

“Yes and no. I love what he does with me, but I don’t want him for ever if that’s what you mean. This thing is working out because we don’t have to see each other so often. That’s what makes it attractive. If I were to be with him all the time the attraction would fall away. With you it’s different; I love you and I’m your wife”.

“Ok, but you have to admit that sexually, he is your Master”.

“Yes, that’s true”.

“You have much better sex with him than you have with me?”

“Yes, that’s true too. But as I said, it wouldn’t be if it were long-term, if we were together all the time”.

“So sexually you respond to him”.

“Yes, yes I do”.

“So, if he were to order you to do things, you would obey him”.

“Yes, I would, completely”.

This clarified the matter, and in the meanwhile, things moved on and time passed. Gillian and I had two children together (a girl and a boy); Glen married his girl-friend (we didn’t go to the wedding as it was a private affair) and introduced us to his new wife – but there were no auspices of a foursome.

Hilda (Glenn’s new wife) wasn’t into that sort of thing. She was plain and strait-laced and more of a career woman. Above all she was a puritan and religion was dear to her heart. Within a few years they also had two children (like us, a boy and a girl). None of these issues interfered with operations.

AT THE WHIM OF THEIR MASTER’S COCK

PART FOUR

I gave permission to them to arrange their own clandestine meetings when these could be managed. Because of his home life, Glen now couldn’t visit us so frequently. However, his photography job meant he travelled a lot and we used various opportunities to spend week-ends with him on his assignments and Gillian and he often went-off together for dirty week-ends.

That’s not to say that my masochism had in any way abated. When they were off on these week-ends, or when they arranged a dirty afternoon in a hotel assignment, I suffered agonies thinking about what he was doing with her, how he was handling her, making her cum and making her beg and crave for more.

During one week-end I experienced a shock. Our kids had gone off to grandparents and Glen had made his excuses to be away from home for the week-end. Gillian and he made the most of thei
r week-end. He had started the action by kissing and fondling her on our settee downstairs. Gillian was wearing a mini-dress and a skimpy th
ong.

Unusually for him, he had already started working on her clit and I sat and saw and heard his squelchy fingering and her total resignation. He undressed totally naked and made her handle his lurching cock. Then he grabbed her and dragged her up our stairs, stopping half way and pushing her down on her knees.

To my astonishment, he grabbed her dress and ripped it off her. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her onto his cock. Her lips pursed, opened and she went down on his lurching cock, taking it fully in her mouth and working it hard.

A hot flush spurted through my spine. As far as I was still aware, Gillian had maintained her stance that she would not suck cock. This exhibition, staged on my behalf, obviously illustrated that her Master had surmounted this obstacle and had made her suck his cock. I was dumbstruck.

Later when I asked her she admitted that he had been ordering her to suck his cock.

“You’ve been sucking his cock for some time now”.

“Yes, he ordered me to do it”.

“And have you let him cum in your mouth?”

“Yes, he makes sure of that by holding my head tight in position and he shoots”.

“So after your sessions, when I’ve kissed you and when I’ve fucked you after he’s finished with you, you’ve often kissed me and still had his cum on your lips and in your mouth”.

“Yes”.

My stomach welled with nausea – but not because his cum from her lips had been passed to me – but because all this had been going on behind my back, and he had ordered her not to tell me about it but to let me find out for myself!

“And I suppose he’s also been fucking your asshole?”

“Yes, he has”.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“He asked me not to until it was time to tell you”.

“And now is the time?”

“Yes, yes it is”.

“So I can now get you to suck my cock and I can fuck your bum?”

“Yes, if you want to”.

But then my perversity took over. I decided that as he was her Master, then he should have rights to these privileges and they would be strictly reserved for his pleasure. I was already looking forward to the delights of several debriefings when Gillian would explain in detail how he had seduced her to suck cock and let him cum in her mouth and how he had skilfully trained her to take his big cock into her ass-hole.

I extended matters further than that. I made a pact with Gillian that she was to tell Glen that as henceforth he was to detail when I could have sex with her or not, and also the type of sex. For example, he ordered that two days before their meetings, I could not touch Gillian at all although she was allowed to jerk me off. This was to leave her wanting and then he would get the benefit of her restriction because she would be hotter when he fucked her.

We now operated to a new pattern in which Glen monitored my sexual contact with my wife so that he could dictate the pace and the frequency. Gillian had literally become his property to use and enjoy at his beck and call.

One week-end he invited us over to his home. His wife Hilda and their children had gone off for a week-end holiday and he had the house to himself. I tried to interpret the meaning of this, but the significance became clear soon enough.

We hardly had time to unpack when his hands were all over Gillian. He stripped her naked and marched her off to the main bedroom where in his domestic arrangements he slept with Hilda. It was kinky for him to have sex with Gillian on his marital bed, thus making a bold statement that he was cuckolding his own wife in her bed!

The perversity of this gave me an enormous cock lurch and I was soon invited in to interact with them on the large bed. The sheets were already soiled with Gillian’s cum squirts as I lowered myself into the threesome. He was sitting on Gillian’s tits, his rampant cock poking her mouth. He motioned me to go down on her and taste her clit.

It was wet and soggy and her cunt was oozing with stuff. He let me lick her for a while and then he turned round and went down on Gillian in a 69 position, his cock fully filling her mouth, his torso pumping down on her so that her view was restricted. Our eyes met and he motioned me to move my cock towards his mouth. I did.

His wet lips pursed open and engulfed my cock, sending a spasm of exquisite pleasure up my spine. As boys we had jerked each other off but had never extended to oral sex. In our threesomes over the years there had been a lot of groping and fondling of each others’ cock when Gillian’s view was obscured, but we had never experienced oral.

His wet lips worked up and down my rod. I would have taken his too had it been available and had it not been firmly jammed working it’s way down Gillian’s throat.

I shuddered at the thrill of this perversity. He had seduced both of us in his marital bed where he slept daily with his wife Hilda, where probably they had conceived their family. Giving my cock a final nibble, he got up off Gillian. My cock was seeping with pre-cum.

“I’ll hold her and you give it to her”.

I fucked Gillian hard, pushing my stiff and fat cock right into the inner recesses of her wet cunt. When she began to shiver and quiver I unleashed a wad of hot cum into her and lay on top of her totally spent. I felt Glen’s hand gliding over my ass and his finger tickled my asshole. Our old bisexual strains were coming back to us.

I left them and Glen closed the door and I didn’t see them again until the late evening. When I inspected Gillian’s bum a day later, it was a patchwork of bruises and bites and she told me that during the session he had given her frequent spankings. He hadn’t fucked her cunt but had given her asshole a good pulverising before shooting his wad of cum in her mouth. Some of the cum had spilled off onto the sheets and he rubbed the semen into the bed clothes so that it left stains.

He told her he wouldn’t change the bed clothing and the implication was obvious. When his wife Hilda returned on Sunday evening they would go to bed in bedclothes full of Gillian’s and my dried cum stains and sweat.

AT THE WHIM OF THEIR MASTER’S COCK

PART FIVE

Not long after this week-end session, he rang me one morning.

“I’m booked in the Hilton for the day. I’ve got some spare time in the afternoon. Fancy coming over?”

We had a light lunch. Gillian was the topic. I told him that she was completely and entirely under his spell, under his charge. He nodded agreement.

“You dictate and control her life entirely. You are her Master”.

He nodded again. “Obviously she appreciates what I do to her”.

We went up to his room and of course I knew what was coming. My cock was already lurching dangerously.

“Let’s have a session” he said.

But before he started, there was another surprise. He opened his suitcase and took out a laptop.

“Some stuff I want to show you”, he said, switching on the laptop and clicking the mouse.

Up came a series of pictures of naked men, huge cocks in various stages, spewing cum, men showering, toned asses and naked limbs made shiny with massage oils.

“Wow”, I said. Glen had become a furtive photographer of male models.

“This guy’s called Damian”. He brought up a picture of a hunky guy, in his early 20s (we were then in our late 40s). He had a large, cut cock with huge glans and a large ball sac, almost as large as Glen’s.

“Damian’s game for anything” he said. His mobile rang. It was Damian.

“Yep, come on up – we’re in room 510”. Damian was on his way up. My cock threatened dangerously. I was almost out of my mind with excitement.

There was a sharp tap at the door. Glen let him in and hung a “Do not disturb” sign on the door.

He drew Damian to him and their lips met in a long and lingering kiss.

“This is Alfred. Al, this is Damian”. He pulled me towards them. I was in the middle and could feel both their cocks pressing urgently against me.

We were naked on the bed and I went down on the
ir cocks, simultaneously sucking one and then the other. Glen’s uncut cock lurched like a pole in a hurricane and Damian’s sturdy organ raked my throat. They made me lie on my back, my head on the edge of the bed and then Glen mounted me and lowered his balls onto my lips. He made me lick his hairy balls and then inserted his prick deep into my mouth. Meanwhile Damian was working on my cock, licking the length, holding my balls at the base of my sac and gently squeezing it.

We took turns in pleasuring each other, two guys working on the other guy. My pre-cum, that eternal tale-tale sign with me, began to seep profusely. My quivering cock gave me signals that I would have to ejact soon. My balls hurt with the massive load of cum they had built up.

Glen made us get off the bed. Damian was made to bend down. Glen positioned himself in front of Damian’s mouth and slipped his cock between the waiting lips. He motioned me to get behind Damian.

“Take him” he ordered. I hesitated for a moment. I had never fucked in an ass-hole before.

“Take him” said Glen again. “Get some oil and lubricate his hole properly and fuck him hard. That’s how he likes it.” Damian, his mouth full of cock, signalled his agreement.

I lubricated his ass-hole and noticed its width. When I slipped my cock in, it went in easily with a plopping squelch and I felt the warmth of his ass-hole closing on my seeping cock. It felt so good, He was working his ass muscles to close and open on my cock and it felt like heaven.

I began my motions, clenched his thighs and began to pump my cock as he arched his ass to meet my thrusts. I was going crazy. No fuck had ever felt so good. Glen stretched over and held Damian’s ass in position, delivering a series of slaps that left hand prints on Damian’s shining ass.

“Let’s time it and cum together”. Glen’s voice was throaty and hoarse. “You fill his ass-hole and I’ll flood his mouth. You’d love that wouldn’t you, you slut”. The palm of his hand delivered a stinging slap on Damian’s bum and Damian wriggled as his ass muscles enmeshed my cock.

“Ok”, I answered equally throaty. “I’m trying to make it last as long as possible, but I’m close”.

Glen increased his thrusts in Damian’s mouth, he was thrusting so hard that I could see his balls – and Glen had a huge ball sac – slapping Damian’s lips. Damian was fully enveloping his cock.

“Here goes” I muttered through clenched teeth. I gripped Damian’s buttocks tightly and fucked so hard inside his bum that I was on tip toes. I felt a rush of cum work itself up through my balls and then a massive whoosh of relief as wave after wave of cum spurted into Damian’s bum.

Simultaneously I heard and saw Glen clench his teeth. His frame stiffened and his cock feverishly worked Damian’s mouth. His palm crashed repeatedly on Damian’s shining buttocks whilst his other hand fixed Damian’s head on his cock. Glen sighed and let go, releasing spurts of cum directly into Damian’s mouth.

Our meetings, that is Glen’s and mine, became quite frequent although Damian never appeared on the scene again. Glen would show me pictures of his latest models but never introduced me to any more. I guessed that he had brought over Damian to reward me by allowing me to fuck his bum as compensation for him fucking Gillian’s ass whenever he wanted it.

Our sessions were hot and very oral and I soon became accustomed to taking his cock and his cum in my mouth. His favourite was making me lick his ball sac and licking the sensitive scrotum patch just below his ball sac. He had a strong pair of hands and his hand jobs on my cock were simply out of this world. He had a knack of building me up and then making me wait, building me up again and then giving me final release.

In the meanwhile, his mastery of Gillian continued and there was the added thrill that he and I were having our own furtive and secret affair that nobody knew about.

There was a momentous occasion when he illustrated his complete mastery over both Gillian and me. The three of us had planned a dirty week-end in a country cottage. It was secluded and very private, and a very old cottage. The dining room table was massive and made of mahogany, really sturdy stuff and very Victorian. It was winter and extremely cold but he had heated the dining room the night before.

He ordered Gillian to bring a duvet and some bed clothes and made her spread these out on the table surface.

“You are going to set the scene where we’re going to fuck you”, he told her. She nodded obediently. He made her light several scented candles around the room and had her prepare some scented massage oil and several different creams. Gillian had now fully matured. Her body of soft curves had become even curvier. There was more to handle and fondle on her. Despite the years, she had retained her good looks and she was still as desirable as ever.

Glen inspected the scene and nodded approval. The candles flickered and threw shadows on the walls. The room was lovely and warm and full of that expectancy when you know something connected with sex is going to happen.

“Right, now, get undressed. Naked”. Gillian obeyed and stripped. His eyes drank in her naked body.

“Come over here”. She moved towards him and he positioned her naked body over a chair, making her hands grip the chair rail and her body bent as if she were preparing to be ass-fucked. He flexed his fingers and then began to feel up parts of her body, like one would fondle a horse at a sale, or like feeling up a slave to feel the succulent parts of their body.

He handled her two tits and fingered her nipples. His hands ran over her thighs and her buttocks but avoided any contact with her clit or her cunt. Roughly he felt her fleshy ass cheeks and putting a little oil on his finger, he popped a finger into her ass-hole so that she gasped. Her flesh was quivering, pink, vulnerable and ready for him.

Slowly, he undressed until he was naked too. My eyes went to his cock and I had flashbacks over the times I had sucked him off. He stood behind Gillian, his cock prodding its way along her ass cheeks so that she felt the hot tip of his cock brushing against her. Her legs moved impatiently, wanting the cock inside her.

“You’ll have to wait for it slut”. His palm stung her ass, almost bringing tears to her eyes. He spanked her again and again so that her bottom turned a bright pink and she was shivering with pain, and pleasure. He poured oil over her bum and kneaded the oil into her skin and then slapped her again hard, so hard, that even I winced.

She cried “ouch”, but it was a submissive “ouch”, a total acceptance that to her Master she was just a piece of meat to be used according to his whims and if he deemed her worthy of punishment, then she must take it and suffer. I was now naked too and both of us naked stood over Gillian as she writhed and threshed under a volley of palm slaps.

Glen then took her by the hair and dragged her towards the dining room table. “Get on the table and lie flat on your back”. He helped her get on the table, fondling her throughout, pinching her nipples and patting her ass cheeks. Gillian did as she was bid.

He had her spread-eagled on her back, her arms and legs wide apart. He produced coils of rope and proceeded slowly and deliberately to tie her down to the table, winding the ropes over her wrists and ankles and anchoring her down to the table legs. He tested his work and ensured she was efficiently tied down – motionless.

“Massage her with oil”. He pointed to a bottle of massage lotion on a sideboard.

I poured a torrent of oil on Gillian, taking a line from her throat down to her cunt and across her tits, kneading in the oil and making her slippery and shiny. Glen watched the proceedings with a hawk eye, taking the opportunity to cast several glances in the direction of my erect cock.

Then to my surprise he m
oved towards me and took my cock in his hand. What the hell was he going to do?

“You’ll have to control this
today. It’s going to be a long session”. He let my cock slip from his grasp and I breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment I thought he was about to “out” both of us and let our secret slip out. But nothing could have been further from his mind.

He mounted the table and crouched over the naked, oiled and shining Gillian. He slid his balls and cock over her body, letting the base of his ball sac absorb some of the oil. He moved up towards Gillian’s face and dropped his ball sac over her lips. I saw the tip of her tongue emerge and begin to lick avariciously at his huge balls, licking and chewing them simultaneously as he murmured “good girl…good girl”.

He massaged his cock and rubbed it over her face and her lips. His hand drew her lips apart and his cock slid into her mouth as he began a rocking motion as if he were fucking her mouth.

“Start touching up her clit but don’t enter her cunt”. I did as bid, taking that slither of meat and gently manipulating it. He continued his cock motions in her mouth, extracting his cock, slithering it over her face and then inserting it again into her wet mouth.

He had another commanding bidding for me. “Come round here and watch”. I moved round to where he was fucking her mouth.

“See the way she takes cock? This is the woman who told you she would never suck cock”. He shoved his cock so deep inside her mouth that Gillian nearly choked and threw up. He had made his point.

“Watch” he ordered. He began his rhythm motion again, the in-out passage making squelchy sounds as Gillian drew up spit pellets from her throat to lubricate his sliding cock.

“She loves to take cock – my cock”.

Gillian moaned agreement and voraciously munched on his cock as if she was feeding on it and to give credence to her Master’s bidding.

Glen dismounted and took a standing position between Gillian’s legs. I moved towards her head and dangled my cock over her face, but she didn’t take it, didn’t even lick it. My lips met hers and I tasted the salty fragrance of Glen’s cock on her lips. In the meanwhile, he was manipulating her clit and opening her labia lips with his finger tips.

Gillian moaned gently in total and submissive resignation. As was his wont, he started working her clit and her cunt, leading her on to feel he was going to give her a climax and then leaving her on the edge. My cock began to hurt. It was so stiff and erect. I couldn’t take much more of this without shooting a wad of relief.

He moved over to the sideboard and took a candle and began pouring the melted wax over Gillian’s writhing belly. She shivered in pain and moaned but didn’t complain. As far as she was concerned, her Master was free to do as he willed. He rubbed the melted wax into her skin, mixing it with the massage oil and making discoloured blotches all over her body.

I was getting desperate now. I began to knead my cock, working up a taut erection to release the cum that was clogging my ball sac.

“Don’t shoot now”, he ordered. “Just relax and watch”.

He mounted the table again and once more plopped his lurching cock into her mouth, one hand behind him fondling her nipples and the other hand flicking at her wet and slippery labia lips. I was a mere spectator.

His cock arched crazily and I guessed that he was ready for release. He cut her bonds with a knife, took her by the hair and slid her off the table and onto the floor. He dragged her towards a chair and placed her in the position that we had started with. Her hands firmly gripped the chair rail. He positioned her legs and adjusted his posture to meet hers.

With a slippery finger he worked her ass-hole and then thrust the tip of his cock into the hole and slowly but steadily inserted the whole of his cock until it disappeared into the depths of her ass.

He adjusted his legs and gripped her tits and began his rhythmic fucking motion, slowly building up momentum. A stinging palm slap caused discolouration on her buttock as he simultaneously thrust into her and slapped her in perfect synchronisation.

He was getting close. His lips were slobbering as he emitted a series of sharp breaths and gasps. His grip on her buttocks tightened and then with a mighty “ahaaa…” he gave a hefty lunge and spurted a column of cum deep inside her ass-hole and continued with a burst of short and sharp thrusts as her ass muscles gripped his cock and milked the cum out of it, so much cum that it seeped out of her ass-hole and trickles made their way down her buttocks.

He pulled out of her and grabbed his dangling cock, absorbing drops of cum dripping from the end of it and wiping them on Gillian’s bottom.

“All yours” he said, pushing Gillian into my arms. I laid her over the table, her arms spread-eagled on the surface. Cum was still dripping from her ass-hole. I entered her cunt from behind, a hot and wet and slippery cunt and entered her deep and within seconds I was shooting cum in her cunt.

When I had done with her, he put his arm around her waist and dragged her away to one of the upstairs bedroom. I didn’t see them again until the next morning and was left to clear up the mess in the dining room.

Once again he had majestically shown he was the Master and that both my wife Gillian and I were totally at the mercy of the whim of his cock, a powerful cock. And as today I sit and reflect on all this, I have to conclude that the mastery of his cock has ruled our entire lives.

My wife Gillian was transformed to become his own personal slut. He had used her as a piece of meat throughout these years and had trained her to a pitch where he could do anything he liked with her. He had also trained me to watch him and to assist him inflict every kind of humiliation on her. Gillian was my wife, but Glen controlled her mind and her body totally and absolutely.

As for me, my cock having always ruled my brain, he had skilfully manipulated my weakness to make me the servant and subject of his wizardry and mastery. He had corrupted me as a schoolboy and from this early stage onwards he had continued to rule my cock. He took complete advantage of me by becoming the Master of the threesome I had invited him to.

He used this threesome to show me how he cuckolded me by taking charge of my wife Gillian’s body. He had cuckolded Gillian by making me have sex with him behind her back and above all, he had reduced his wife Hilda to a total cuckold, behind her back, in her own marital bed.

We were and are still subject to his cock’s whims.

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