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  Her smile was cold and powerful, and her lush lips were twisted into a demeaning smirk. His wife was here to dominate. And he was more than prepared to let this beautiful woman do whatever naughty things she wanted to him.

  “Jesus, Evie!” he groaned.

  “That's Mistress, slug!” she barked, her voice deep, powerful. Sexy! “On your knees!”

  He dropped to his knees, exclaiming, “Yes, Mistress!”

  His cock was hard. This was an interesting game. She strode forward; the scent of new leather filled his nose, her boots creaking as she walked. The stiletto heels made her hips roll, and set his blood boiling. She stopped in front of him, grasping his chin with black gloves that went half-way up her forearm, but left her fingertips bare. Black nail-polish dully shone on her fingernails as they dug into his cheek.

  She leaned in. “The safeword is matrimony,” she whispered in his ear, then licked his cheek.

  “I love you.”

  She smiled, then slapped him. “No talking, slug!”

  Her blow stung a bit. They had talked about BDSM before, but he had never thought it would be this...exciting. He could smell his wife's arousal, a spicy perfume that tickled his nose. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and worship his Mistress.

  “On the bed!” she barked, picking up the coiled, beige rope.

  He scrambled to obey.

  ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

  Evie examined her work; Frank was bound to the four stout posts of the bed. The rope had been long enough, thank god. He struggled against the bonds, the wooden frame of their bed protesting with loud creaks. She admired him; he was still handsome. Well, mostly; he could stand to lose a few pounds. But his face was still squarely cut, and still full of the confidence that had won her heart years ago. And his eyes...a deep, warm brown that could melt even the most frigid woman's pussy.

  She lit the five mauve candles. They were scented, filling the room with a sweet, lilac aroma. As she walked around their bedroom, she could feel his eyes upon her body, pleased that he was still turned on by her after thirteen years of marriage. All her hard work – keeping fit, dressing sexy, and devising naughty games to play – hadn't been in vain.

  She picked up the crop off his dresser.

  “You've been a very bad man,” she purred, snapping the lash against her hand.

  “So bad!” he growled. He strained at the rope, eyes fixed on the leather tails of the crop swishing back and forth. He looked so strong, and it was heady knowing she had restrained him. That he had submitted to her. “If I wasn't tied up, I'd bend you over the bed, and use that crop on your pretty ass!”

  Her husband had read her desire to force him to submit, and now resisted her authority; she had to suppress a happy smile. I'm not a loving wife right now. I am his Mistress! Stern, sexy, powerful! “Ooh, I like defiance! It's far more satisfying to break a wild bronco than a timid gelding!”

  “I'll show you just how wild I am!”

  Frank pulled on the bounds, his face red with effort. The bed creaked, strained, the rope biting into his wrist. She lashed out with the crop, painting red lines across his stomach. He grunted in pain through gritted teeth. His hard cock stood up, waving about as he struggled.

  She reached out, flicking his cock. His shaft twitched, and a shiver ran through her husband. No, through her slave. “Do you like that?”

  “Fuck no! When I get free, bitch, I'll make you howl!”

  The crop licked his chest, leaving more red stripes; a drop of precum beaded the tip of his cock. Evie let her fingernail scrap the wrinkled, mushroom tip of his cock. It twitched; he groaned. She was in control. This was like last Friday. She may have been handcuffed then, but Frank had been just as helpless as he sat in the car, and that had made the cop fucking her even more exciting. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the passion growing inside her.

  “I think you do like it! Every bad man I've ever broken loved to feel the kiss of my crop!”

  “Bitch!” he snarled. “When I get free...”

  Another stinging slap from her crop cut off his words with a strangled yelp.

  “I do not want to hear you speak unless it is to worship me, slug!” A bead of moisture ran down her thigh. She had never loved Frank more; he trusted her enough – loved her enough – to submit to this.

  “You can go fuck yourself, whore!”

  She laughed, a deep, mocking sound, tossing her black hair as she threw her head back. “If you can't say nice things, then let's find a better use for your tongue.”

  She grabbed a lit, scented candle with her free hand, and climbed onto the bed. Her leather boots creaked as she straddled his face, then lowered her bare groin to his lips. She rubbed herself on his face, pleasure surging through her as he squirmed beneath her. She wanted to feel his tongue inside her, but he was bad, and refused to lick.

  She grabbed the crop, and gave him another stinging kiss. “Lick!”

  “No! Get your cunt off my face!” he shouted, muffled by her pussy.

  She tipped the candle; a drop of hot wax fell onto his chest. He gasped in shock. “Lick me!” Her orgasm built as she rubbed herself across his stubbled face. Power and control burned inside her, fanning her lusts.

  “Never!”

  Another drop of wax landed on his nipple, pink cooling on pink. He jerked. “Just lick me like a good slave.” She leaned out, letting the wax drip down his chest, closer and closer to his stomach—to his cock. “Submit to me.” The wax landed on his stomach, in his belly button, globs of hot liquid hardening on his flesh. “Just one lick, and it stops!”

  “Go to hell, bitch!”

  The next drop landed on his groin, right above the tangle of his brown pubic hair. His cock spasmed, hard as a piece of steel rebar. Hot, pink wax landed in the tangle of hair at the base of his rising shaft. His dick twitched with every rapid beat of his heart, and his hips strained, thrusting up like he was trying to fuck the air.

  He needs to cum as much as I do. She smiled, rubbing her vulva harder on his face; any second now she'd climax.

  The drop landed on the tip of his cock. He howled into her. She exploded onto him.

  Her back arched, the lit candle waving wildly in her hand as her body surged with pleasure. Evie cried out wordlessly. She came so hard her juices squirted into her husband's face. Her passion kept sweeping through her, a seemingly endless series of waves that crashed against her mind like the surf against the cliff, driving away thought.

  Frank's tongue licked through her slit, caressing all the right places between her legs. She moaned his name, while his licks, sucks, and kisses on her pussy drove her to new heights of pleasure. Evie rode his face, letting more pink wax drip down onto his chest as this wonderful, powerful passion filled her up.

  She loved this man so much. She didn't have to hide her desires from him anymore. Last Friday, they had learned so much about each other. They had found true intimacy. She didn't have to be ashamed of her darkest desires, and Frank didn't need to keep his most depraved thoughts from her. They would love each other no matter what!

  One last, powerful wave of passion and love surged through her. Her entire body tensed, then the passion receded, leaving her a sweaty mess perched on her husband's face. She panted, breathing in a bouquet of lust: his sweaty musk mixed with her spicy passion.

  She reached out, grabbed her phone off the nightstand, and sent the text. She had one last surprise for Frank tonight.

  ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

  Evie's wonderful scent filled Frank's nose, and her spicy taste filled his mouth. Wax hardened across his chest, stomach, and cock. And more dripped down on him; pain flared for a moment before quickly cooling, fanning the desire for his wife, and spurring his lips to worship her pussy with even more passion.

  He loved eating his wife out. And being bound, helpless, and forced to pleasure her was so exciting. He had surrendered his trust to her, knowing that she'd never really hurt him. They were right on the edge
of a cliff, and that exhilarating feeling of peering down from a great height filled him, ending at his dick that ached to be touched by her.

  “Oh, you bad boy!” she groaned, sliding off of him. “You worshiped me like a goddess!”

  “You are my goddess!” Frank panted. “The most radiant creature that ever lived!”

  Her face was flushed, glowing like the sun; seeing her joy made all the pain and discomfort worth it. She walked around the bed, setting the candle and her phone down. Frank frowned, wondering what the phone was for?

  “You deserve a little reward,” she purred, black fingernails scraping down his chest. “You made me cum so hard! Maybe I'll suck your little cock.”

  “Please!” he begged. He needed to cum so bad. “Please, Mistress!”

  “So I broke you?” she asked.

  “Yes! I'm your slave!”

  “Prove it,” she purred.

  The door opened, a figure walked into the room. For a moment, Frank thought it was the second woman Evie had promised to find, then he jumped in alarm, struggling to break free of his bonds. The figure was dark as night, and far too broad-shouldered to be a woman. “Evie!” he cried out in warning.

  The figure stepped into the candle light. He was naked, heavily muscled, with skin as dark as ebony. Frank recognized him. “I see you didn't lose my card, whore,” Officer Connoly grinned, his hand groping Evie's ass.

  Jealousy and lust warred inside Frank as the Black cop pulled Evie to him, reached out, and shoved his hand down his wife's corset, groping her tit. She purred, and seemed to become putty in the cop's hand. He stroked her body, dark hands contrasting against her pale flesh. They kissed. Frank strained at the ropes, both hating and loving watching his wife be with another man, another lover.

  “I want you to beg, Frank,” Evie purred; her right tit was free, and black fingers squeezed a pink nipple. “Beg this man to fuck me! If you're my slave, you'll do this.” Her finger reached out, scraping across the tip of his cock; pleasure knifed through him. “Or you can say that one word.”

  Matrimony. His thoughts whirled. She was his wife, and he wanted to be the only man that ever touched her. But it had been so exciting watching her be the Cop's whore last Friday. Sweat broke out across his forehead, and his stomach roiled with mixed emotions. The cop leaned down; his thick lips sucked one of her pink nipples, while his dark fingers pumped inside her pussy.

  “Oh yes,” his wife moaned. She was so naughty, so wonderfully exciting. “You know just how to use your fingers!”

  “I've had lots of practice on whores,” he answered, then kissed her again. Her arms tightened around his neck, while her body writhed against him like a bitch in heat.

  I can stop this. It's my decision. His mind wanted him to say the safeword, but his cock demanded to see Evie be naughty.

  “Please, fuck my wife!” he groaned, his lust tearing the words out of him.

  “What a wimp,” the cop sneered. “No wonder your ol' lady's calling me up, and begging to feel my big, Black cock.”

  “It's so big,” she cooed, grabbing the pack of condoms he had unknowingly bought for her lover; a new shame flushed through him. “Oh, Frank, you bought condoms for your small dick. I should have told you to buy magnums.”

  “It'll stretch,” Officer Connoly assured her.

  She knelt down, and sucked her lover's rod into her lips. Frank struggled against his bonds, wanting to pull her off the Black man's cock, and glad he was tied up so he was forced to watch her being naughty.

  “Suck it,” the cop groaned.

  Dark hands gripped his wife's pale cheeks, and the cop fucked her mouth. Hard, ebony cock pumped in and out of her red lips, and heavy balls slapped her chin. She sucked and slurped, moaning around his shaft. Satisfied he was hard, she popped her mouth off his cock, and rolled the condom over his dick.

  “I can't wait to feel this monster in me again,” she moaned. “I've been missing it all week!”

  “I bet you did, whore! Your husband's does look so pathetically small,” Officer Connoly laughed, full of contempt. “I can see why you missed me.”

  She laughed, deep and throaty. A whore's laugh. “My pussy's felt so empty all week! It needs to be stuffed full of man-meat!”

  Fresh humiliation washed through him. He knew she was exaggerating for their roleplay; the cop's dick was only a tiny bit larger than his, but it was hard to remember that as she praised Officer Connoly's cock like a cheap whore. He strained, his cock aching to be touched. His hips moved, fucking the air; he couldn't help himself—his lust was too great.

  “He's so excited,” she smiled at the cop. “My husband can't wait to watch you fuck me with that monster.” Evie leaned over the foot of their bed, rubbing her cheek against his cock; he groaned. She felt wonderful, smooth as silk, and cool against his burning shaft. “Would you like me to suck your small cock while my lover fucks me?”

  “Yes, Mistress!”

  Evie peeled the hardened wax off his cock; pain and pleasure shot through him. Frank groaned as her lips engulfed him. The bed shook as her lover thrust hard inside her pussy, and she moaned her satisfaction around Frank's cock.

  “I love fucking White pussy!” Officer Connoly grunted, pounding away at his wife.

  She kept moaning around Frank's dick, clearly enjoying her lover's shaft. Her moans hummed through his cock, the vibrations going straight to his balls. She worked her mouth down his cock, deep-throating him. He closed his eyes, trying to enjoy the blowjob, while ignoring the man violating her married pussy.

  “What a pathetic wimp!” grunted Officer Connoly. “You should just dump this loser. I'll treat you right, Evie. I'll make you howl my name every goddamn night!”

  Fear spiked through Frank, his eyes shooting open. His wife still sucked him, even as her hips fucked back into her Black lover. She thoroughly loved being speared by the cop, her sapphire eyes shining with passion.

  No! She loves me! This is just a game! Right? No, I trust her!

  “I bet the wimp would pack your bags!” the cop continued. “Look at him! He's so pathetic! He's getting off watching me pound your cunt!” Connoly sped up his rhythm, flesh slapping together, bed rocking in rhythm. “Think about it, Frank. Your lovely wife in my bed, covered in my cum. She'll climb right on my monster, riding me until she can't take another orgasm! My dick will keep her cunt satisfied! Unlike your tiny pecker!”

  Frank groaned, picturing his gorgeous wife riding the Black man, her tits bouncing, and her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Officer Connoly!” she moaned in his imagination! “I love your cock! It's the best dick in the world! I never want to fuck my husband's small penis again! Just your monster!”

  Hurt, jealousy, and lust burned within Frank; his cock erupted into Evie's mouth.

  “What a fucking wimp!” the cop sneered.

  “Harder!” moaned Evie, his cock popping out of her lips, a rivulet of white cum leaking down her chin. “I need to cum, baby! Fuck me harder with your big, Black cock!”

  “Dirty whore! Cum all over my cock! Let your husband see how a real man satisfies a woman!”

  The bed rocked, headboard knocking against the wall as the cop pounded his wife's pussy. Her face contorted in pleasure, sapphire eyes squeezing shut. She slammed back into her lover's thrust, then she tensed and her mouth widened, a low moan escaping her lips. She was so beautiful, her black tresses plastered to her sweaty, round face.

  She was so full of passion.

  “Oh, Frank! Oh fuck, yes! I'm cumming! Watch me, Frank! Oh, yes! Watch me, watch me!”

  Relief surged through him. She called my name out! The cop didn't seem to care; he just wanted to cum while fucking a White woman's married pussy. He thrust a few more times, then grunted as he flooded his condom. Evie collapsed, panting loudly, smiling up at Frank.

  The cop groaned, pulling out of Frank's wife and smacking her ass. “That was a great fuck. You wanna get out of here? I know a great club. Leave hubby tied up, and we'll have
some real fun.”

  “I don't think so,” Evie panted, crawling up the bed to cuddle against Frank's chest. “This is our special night.”

  The cop shook his head. “You guys are fucked up! Well, I guess I'll be on my way then.” He paused. “If you ever crave a real cock, give me a call. Your fine snatch is wasted on him.”

  She gave him a promising smile. “Maybe I will.”

  Chuckling, the cop gave her ass one last squeeze, then he left.

  Evie kissed her husband with passion, pressing her nubile body against him. His cock stirred beneath her hand's gentle caresses. She started untieing him. His wrists were chaffed, and his ankles burned.

  Once freed, she whispered in his ear. “I'm sorry. I couldn't find any woman to share with you tonight. I've been such a naughty wife. I need to be punished, Frank.”

  Rubbing his wrists, he grinned at her. “Look behind my dresser.”

  Chapter Three: Cherry

  Evie dozed in bed, her butt still smarting from the spanking Frank had given her last night. He had surprised her with a wooden paddle, and disciplined her rear until she begged him to fuck her.

  Since it was Saturday morning, she was feeling lazy, and burrowed under the covers when her husband had left earlier, going to the gym of all places. He seemed to be feeling a little inadequate after Officer Connoly fucked her last night. Not that he had anything to feel inadequate about; she had cum three times as they made love after he spanked her last night. His cock had more than got the job done.

  Though he could stand to lose a few pounds.

  A rock song, Cherry Pie, blared from her cell phone. “Hey, Cherry,” she mumbled into her phone.