Years ago, I was in the military and stationed in Germany. My wife Bonnie was a good girl, but sometimes too good. It seemed like I was constantly on her about dressing more provocatively and showing some skin. Bonnie had a slammin’ body and she didn’t even realize it! All the guys at my job were constantly talking about how good my wife looked, and it always stirred a little something in my nether regions to know that they desired her. Thinking about a co-worker, friend or even some random stranger banging my wife would get my cock hard in no time, and I even started thinking about how I would go about arranging it.
At one of our holiday balls, I begged and pleaded with Bonnie until she finally agreed to wear nothing but this gorgeous white gown, incredibly sexy heels, an ankle bracelet and these hoop earrings that always get me going. She looked ravishing, and at the ball, she was dancing with everyone – including my wing commander! Sometimes, I wonder if he realized that my babe was wearing nothing under that skin-tight gown!
A year after the ball, Bonnie booked a trip back to the United States so she could attend her 20th high school reunion. The night of the reunion, she called me from the bathroom to tell me how things were going. She confessed that several guys that she’d dated in high school were all over her, hitting on her and asking her out, because she was there alone. Before I knew what I was saying, I told her to go out with one of them and see what came up. Bonnie laughed and declined, but I took notice that there wasn’t any anger or disgust in her voice. When she came back to Germany, we brought the subject back up, and to my surprise, she wanted to talk about it.
Soon after her trip, Bonnie was contacted by a friend of hers. This woman worked for a man named Richard as an assistant, and she told Bonnie that she’d been reaping the benefits of working for this single, well-off man for the last year or so. When Bonnie pressed about what that meant, her friend winked and quietly told her, “exactly what you think.”
This friend of Bonnie’s was moving back to the United States with her husband, so this meant that Richard would be without an assistant. When Richard asked for a recommendation for a replacement, Bonnie’s friend immediately recommended Bonnie. Because Bonnie and Richard had met a few times in the past, he had already known that he liked her. He went through the motions of interviewing other women, but in the end, he chose Bonnie. Bonnie and her friend worked together for the next two weeks so Bonnie could be trained, and Bonnie noticed that her friend spent a lot of time with her boss alone in his office or his home. Needless to say, that first week that Bonnie was working for Richard alone, things were quite interesting.
The first thing Richard did was provide Bonnie with a brand-new, state-of-the-art cell phone. He told her that she could use it whenever she wanted for whatever she wanted and that his company would foot the bill. The only condition was that if Richard called Bonnie, she had to answer no matter the time and follow whatever directions followed.
That week, Richard invited Bonnie out to lunch. They went to a popular pub near the office, and he ordered some wine for them. Bonnie had two glasses while they talked, then they went back to the office. As soon as his door had closed, he had her pinned against it so he could give her a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. That night, when Bonnie was recalling the event to me, she told me that she could feel his tongue piercing brushing against her tongue and it turned her on. Moreover, even though she blamed her actions on the wine she’d had, she said she liked the rough, forceful way he had acted.
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Hello! My name is Sam, and I’m 20 years old. I’m 5’8” and weigh 165. I’ve got black hair, brown eyes and an average build. I would say that just about everything about me is average. My wife is Amanda, and she was my high school sweetheart. She’s got brown hair, light brown eyes, weighs about 125 and stands 5’4”. She’s very pretty – pretty enough to be a model – but we were from a small town with few opportunities, so when we decided it was time to get out, I joined the navy.
Boot camp was as tough as I’d expected, but I think that being away from the love of my life was the hardest part. When I was through with boot camp, I enrolled in A school, where Amanda was able to come visit me. After that, I was stationed in Florida. As soon as I’d settled down a bit, Amanda moved out to be with me and we located an apartment. Florida was amazing and a world away from what we were used to. As great as the weather and locals were, things were tough with only me working. We didn’t want to do it, but we eventually agreed to find a roommate to help with cash.
Amanda was certain that I had to know someone who didn’t want to live on the case. She was right, of course, but I didn’t want our future roommate to be someone I worked with. The truth is, navy guys are fucking perverts, which is fine, but I didn’t want that kind of stuff around my wife. In the end, the need for money won out, and I asked a guy I met in the Navy if he wanted to room with us. Brock worked in a different area of the base, so as weren’t in direct contact during work hours, I thought we would probably be able to keep from irritating each other.
The thing with Brock was that he was 19 (around our age) and extremely good looking at 6 feet tall, athletic build, dark hair and eyes. Normally, I’d be worried about leaving my girl with such a handsome dude, but Brock had a girlfriend, so I didn’t think he’d try anything. Of course, I’d forgotten about the fact that they were in the puppy love stage of their relationship and that she was still back home in high school.
Anyway, things started off good well enough. The money situation had improved greatly and I had a guy around the house to talk to. Hell, even Amanda liked having Brock around, and as pleased as I should have been about that fact, I was starting to worry.
Being a newbie on base, I was assigned to the graveyard shift shortly after Brock moved in. This meant that when I was going off to work, my girlfriend and Brock were going off to bed. This was the point where I was really beginning to feel antsy. Worse, I couldn’t call in the middle of the night to check up on them because they’d both be asleep, not to mention that it would just seem weird of me to be calling so late.
One night, I was getting ready to go into work when I realized things around the apartment seemed… off. Amanda and Brock were unusually quiet and there seemed to be a buzz in the air. I laughed quietly to myself, silently telling myself that I was being paranoid, but then it occurred to me that I’d actually started feeling paranoid ever since I’d started working nights.
MASTER’S use of my wife’s undies
While my wife was out yesterday, my Master came over to see me. My wife was visiting with friends, so my Master Rick and I knew we had several hours to ourselves. My wife, Carole, doesn’t know that I am owned by another man, though she does know I am basically a pussy and can barely be called a man.
As usual, Master Rick called me before coming over to make sure that my wife — who he likes to call The Slut — had left for the day. After confirming that she had, he made his way over and let himself into the house. Of course, he has a key to the residence, as well as knowledge of all the security codes. This is so that he can visit me when The Slut is away, as well as use our residence when both my wife and I are out of town.
When he was on the phone with me, Master Rick instructed me to stay downstairs while he did some snooping. He went through all of the bedrooms, and he paid particular attention to the drawer where my wife keeps her lingerie and panties. When he was done, he called for me and told me to bring the camera.
As I entered the room, I saw my Master spread out on our bed, naked with his fat, long cock erect and lying on his belly. All around him, my wife’s panties were spread out, and he was taking his time picking them up, sniffing them and going for the next. Wasting no time, I dropped to my knees in front of his prick and sucked it into my mouth. I barely had time to taste his delicious essence before I was slapped across the head.
“You fucking sissy,” my Master yelled. “Get your filthy mouth off of my dick.”
More slaps followed the first, and I begged my Master to stop. Of course, he didn’t; instead, he delivered two more blows that were stronger than the previous ones. My heart (and cock) swelled with admiration for my Master because knew exactly what I liked.
When the stars vanished from before my eyes, my Master commanded me to pick up the camera and take pictures of him as he played with my wife’s panties and his cock. He dangled a pair of panties from his boner while he wrapped the straps of a bra around his balls. He picked up a slip and smoothed it over the leaking head of his erection while sucking on the heel of one of my wife’s stilettos. I took picture after picture, just like he asked, and I got up to follow him when he went to The Slut’s wardrobe. He found a short, racy dress that I’d never laid eyes on before. I wondered if she had bought it herself to seduce her boss (the latest in her recent string of lovers) or if her boss himself bought it for her. It didn’t matter either way, because Master Rick took the dress, wrapped it around his enormous rod and began to masturbate himself. The only sounds in the room were my Master’s pants of pleasure and the soft ruffling of the dress. Before Master could cum, he removed the outfit from his penis and put it on. His hand went back to his pole, and he started masturbating all over again. Again, before he could spill his seed, he stopped and made his way to the bed.
Lying down on Carole’s side of the bed, he jacked his boner some more while telling me how he was going to fuck my wife and fill her up with his jizz. My mouth watered as I watched him, and just before he exploded, he allowed me to put my mouth on his meat and suck him dry. I sucked and nibbled while he panted above me, continuing to talk about how hard he would ram my wife and how much she would like it. Hearing him talk got me so hard, but I knew that my pathetic dick would see no action.
When my Master finally came, I swallowed down the glorious gift, licking my lips afterwards to make sure I didn’t miss a drop. Master then dressed himself and left. His parting words were that he was going to post the photos I’d taken.
So, what do you think of this? Would you like to see the photos? How about a few he took while I had my dirty mouth wrapped around his rod? Also, I’d like to know if any of you have ever done anything like this. I’d like to hear about your experiences to give us ideas for what to do next time.