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Owned for a Week
By Don Jetman
Dave, L's very first lover as a hotwife, called to see if our
lives still contained as much adventure as when we all lived in the
same city. Relocation had its benefits for us, but moving away from Dave
wasn't one of them. To be honest, L and I had been so caught up in new
jobs that sex was almost as routine as during our pre-hotwifing days. In
fact, by coincidence, L and I were about to burst with the need for
another adventure. But where to turn in a city where we had not ventured
out into the social scene at all, aside from work?
Typically, when L and I go too long without scratching our more exotic
itches, repressing those itches leads us into more extreme territory.
Abstaining tends to magnify our submissive sides - L's desire to be
controlled and manhandled during sex, and mine to be forced to watch her
taken in ways I have no power to control or prevent. Dave's call could
not have been more serendipitous. His offer, to L, was to have her visit
as his guest, for one week. Actually, his description was to "own her"
for an entire week. Her sub side would submit to his Dom side in every
way, and, as an added bonus, he claimed he could make her a "new woman",
whatever that meant. Again, the stars were right, as L was transitioning
to a new job and would have two weeks free between the old and new. L
flip-flopped for a while, but after many nights of discussion in and out
of our bed, she decided, almost at the last minute, to go.
Neither L nor I believed she would return an insatiable slut, or
hopelessly enslaved to Dave as a hard-core mind-altered submissive. But
we know Dave is both intelligent and cunning in a very subtle,
sophisticated way. L is still very taken with him, and he and I have a
long-time respectful relationship. There was just enough concern to make
things interesting, and maybe a bit edgy as well. What can I say - we
both really, really needed this.
But really, what's in this for me? It's this very question I put to L,
knowing she'd be sympathetic and possibly reconsider. Her bargaining chip
was a daily account, a diary kept just for me, detailing her activities
and honest emotions. I was stunned, and salivating at the chance
to read, in her own words, a personal "confession" to her husband of
everything she thought and did while giving herself completely to another
man for the week. Maybe I was thinking with the wrong head, but I agreed
instantly.
What follows is that very diary. With a few exceptions, the words are
hers. By her request, I've removed and rearranged a few lines here and
there, mostly because L thought they may identify someone involved, but
also a few very private thoughts L wasn't comfortable sharing. We've been
back and forth about this for months, whether I should make any of it
public, even after repeated editing to L's satisfaction. She's finally
graciously agreed to let me post it here. While there were some things L
found too personal to share, it's a candid snapshot of the days she was
owned for a week.
~*~
Day 1 - Saturday
Dave met me at the airport, as promised. He was tanned and handsome, even
more so than I remembered. I did remember his kiss, but, I wasn't
prepared to be kissed like that in public. Did anyone see us? Oh, I did
love his hands on my butt though. I was so excited! I couldn't help it.
We stopped for lunch on the way. He ordered me a glass of wine and made
me drink it. Much too early in the day for me, and I got really tipsy. By
the end of our lunch, he asked me if I had been thinking about sex with
him. I said yes. He asked me if I would get on my knees under the table
and suck him. I told him no, of course not, not in public. When he
laughed, I was sure someone must have heard. He asked me to go to the
ladies room, take off my panties, and bring them back to him. I told him
I would, and did it. He made me put my panties on the table, and when the
waiter saw them I almost died. We left them there for the waiter. I
wonder what he thought of me? That I was Dave's girlfriend or wife? Or a
prostitute? I can never go back there. No way.
We went shopping after lunch. I was afraid someone I knew might see us at
the mall, but no one did, I hope. He picked out clothes in three or four
stores and asked me to try them on and model them for him. I wondered
what the sales clerks thought because he definitely acted like my
husband, except he touched me a lot every time I modeled the clothes for
him. Just stroking and admiring the clothes, but still it was very
personal, like we were a couple. I felt both flattered and uncomfortable
having strangers think we were a couple. It was nice in a way, and
exciting thinking about what others would think if they knew. Still,
knowing you were back home thinking about me, maybe worrying a little,
made me feel strange, like having two husbands for different reasons, and
feeling a little selfish and a little guilty. We never bought any of the
clothes. He just wanted to show me off in public, I think, paw me a
little, and maybe make me feel like we were a couple. It worked though,
at least for a while. You know I've always felt safe with him, and I've
always been attracted to him physically, so it was easy to play along and
do what he wanted me to do. Still, it was always in the back of my mind
that someone I knew might see us. I guess even that was a little
exciting. You know how I am about "getting caught" in public, both good
and bad sides of it.
Back at his house he showed me my room. It's on the second floor, down
the hall from his bedroom. I think you'd remember it, the same room where
he and I had sex at the first party we went to. It looks much different
in the daylight. There are tall windows and lots of sun which makes the
room very bright. It's really very comfortable and relaxing, with a large
bed and closet and a spotless bathroom and shower. I can look down at the
pool in his back yard from the windows. I'm sure you remember that pool!
Funny how normal it all looks in the daytime without lots of people
around.
Just when I was feeling really comfortable and thought I'd have some
private time to relax and adjust, Dave asked for my bag and told me I
wouldn't need it. I handed it over, wondering what he would want me to
wear the rest of the week. Maybe he had already bought some clothes for
me, and was a little afraid I might have to go out in public in them.
Then he asked me to undress, and to give him my clothes. It surprised me,
but he's seen me before. But still, it was embarrassing for some reason,
I think because it was in broad daylight, and because I wasn't expecting
it in such a cold, sterile way. He took my clothes and told me to take
some time to settle in. After he left, I realized I didn't have a thing
to unpack, and wasn't sure how to settle in. Then I realized I was
standing stark naked in front of a row of windows with no curtains where
anyone might see me. If you remember, his back yard is wooded and
private, but I could see a few of his neighbor's windows through the
trees. I wondered if they had seen things here before, and if they knew
to watch. If he wants to show me off for the week, he really is doing it.
I wrapped up in the comforter on the bed and napped for a while. I was
tired from the flight, the wine, and our shopping trip, and it was the
only way to keep the neighbors from peeping at me.
Dave woke me for dinner, and I followed him downstairs to eat. It was
embarrassing to be nude walking around in his house. I didn't know what
he wanted, but it was a strangely normal dinner. We just chatted and ate
like I was completely dressed. Except I was painfully aware I wasn't, and
have to admit I was a little excited being naked with him. It was just
the unknown that scared me a little. He's just so charming. I had
forgotten how that made me feel. Looking into his eyes across the table
as he talked really got to me. And I was naked too. I have to confess, I
really wanted him. I was sure that would happen before the night was
over, and that made me want him even more.
When the doorbell rang, I jumped up to go upstairs, but he took my hand
and went to the door instead. I was terrified. It was getting too weird
too fast. I was shaking and tried to hide behind him when he opened the
door. Rick was standing there in the open door, sexy as always in his
black beard. He really looked me over, then gave me a big hug. This was
too much. Two men who I had had sex with before, right there, with me
totally naked. I wasn't sure I wanted things to go this fast. I guess I
was still shaking, still embarrassed, probably blushing, and still
aroused at what might happen. I'm sure it showed.
We sat and talked for a while, about all kinds of things, even you, but
not a word about sex. Rick kept staring at my body and I tried not to be
embarrassed. I knew he could tell I was excited, but he never approached
me or brought up sex. He just stared at me and talked. Dave too. It was
uncomfortably weird. I just wasn't sure what to do or how to act. Dave
smiled at me a lot, and I think he knew how I felt. I'd bet he wanted it
that way. It was frustrating and tiring, and in a way I was glad when
Rick left if we weren't going to sleep together. He kissed me goodbye on
the cheek. God, I wanted him so much. Sorry Don, but I did. I would have
done just about anything to have sex with him. And after he left I was a
little reluctant to go to bed with Dave, which I was sure would happen. I
don't know why. I really wanted sex, and Dave is a wonderful lover, but
Rick just hits all my buttons. But of course you know that. All that
black hair and the beard, and his sexy thighs and butt. Just kidding you
a little! Are you jealous yet?
To make a strange night even stranger, Dave showed me to my room and told
me to get a good night's sleep. So here I am, huddled under the covers,
writing to you. God, I'm so horny. I wish you were here. Don't you? Ha
ha. I love teasing you. But you can relax honey. I haven't fucked either
of these sexy men's big hard cocks. Yet.
(see? I can talk dirty when I'm really, really horny!)
Day 2 - Sunday
I got up early today. The room is really bright in the morning because of
these huge windows, and Dave was standing in the doorway watching me
sleep. I noticed last night that my room doesn't have a door. I'm not
sure if Dave removed it for my visit, but I know there was one when we
were here before. I remember asking him to close it so his friends didn't
walk in on us. It's clear he doesn't want me to have any privacy, which
must be a hint of what's to come. It's strange in a way, being watched
any time he wants, but kind of exciting too. I suppose if he owns me he
gets to watch me any time he wants. I have to admit that giving up my
privacy to him is a start. Guess I'm giving in to him already, and liking
it.
We showered together, which I loved. Even at his age, he's in great
shape, lean and hard to touch. He played with me, but wouldn't let me
come. I tried teasing him the same way, thinking he wouldn't last long
and would want to go back to the bed and have sex. Don, I was so excited,
playing with his erection, looking at it get so hard in the daylight.
I've never had a chance to see it and play with it in the light before,
and was surprised how big it seemed. I know I've always told you that
he's about the same size as you, and I think you've seen him at least a
few times from a distance when you've watched us. Maybe he just looked so
big because I was so horny for him. Hope you take that the right way,
but I really wanted all of it inside me.
Well, the shower was just frustrating. Neither of us came or had sex, not
because of me, but because he wouldn't. Believe me, I tried. When he
dried me off I found out why. He told me that he wanted to shave me. You
know how much I hate that, but he didn't ask. He ordered me. We went to
the bed and he put a towel under me, told me to spread my legs, and he
shaved me right there. He kept telling me how pretty I looked down there
when I was excited. All I could think about was whether anyone could see
us through the open windows.
Finally, after he was done, he played with me with his fingers until I
came. He made me say things before he would let me come, Don. He made me
say I'm his now, not yours, and that while I'm here, I'm not married to
you, I'm his woman. I'm sorry, but I was so horny I'm afraid I told him
anything he wanted to hear. So, I guess I'm all his for the week, his
woman so to speak. Does that make you excited, or jealous? I felt like I
was betraying you, but excited at the same time. It's hard to explain.
After all this, he made me give him my wedding rings. He put them on a
gold chain and said I should wear it around my neck for the week as a
reminder that I'm not your wife while I'm in his house, that I can wear
them again when I come home. It's so dark and disturbing, but giving in
to him just feels wonderful.
We spent the day relaxing, hanging out by the pool, and talking a lot.
Every time I asked him if he was going to give me something to wear, he
just smiled that smile of his. You know the one, the one I can't resist.
Spending the day naked and shaved was uncomfortable for me. I just can't
get over walking around showing everything, I guess. Plus, I had to be
careful of sunburn outside. I am still very sensitive down there.
He wanted to talk about oral sex a lot, about why I don't particularly
like doing it, and about how often I do it for you. Of course you know
all that, how my jaw gets sore if you take too long, and how semen makes
me gag. Well, the talk led to me trying it with him. He made me do it
slowly, and told me I didn't have to make him come, to just relax and
give him pleasure. It was very nice, very erotic. He finally came while I
was licking him, and very little went in my mouth, so I didn't gag -
much. He did tell me to swallow it if I could, so I did manage to do
that. I suppose it didn't seem like such a chore when I knew I didn't
have to make him come, and it was very erotic kneeling between his legs
using my mouth to excite him slowly, at my own pace. I have to admit that
being told to do it in broad daylight, on my knees between his legs with
no clothes was both disturbing and exciting at the same time. After he
came he asked me if I like being so submissive. I told him I did.
He barbecued steaks for dinner and we ate outside on his patio. It was
delicious. I haven't had a steak in a long time, and it really hit the
spot. He wanted oral sex again for desert, and we did that outside too.
Again, I felt very exposed and wondered if his neighbors could see us,
but that became exciting too after a while. He told me to think about men
watching me, masturbating while they watch, that I was beautiful and that
they would come thinking of having sex with me. He fed me strawberries
while I sucked him, and gave me little sips of champagne when I wanted to
take a break. It seemed like hours until he came, but I have to confess I
enjoyed it. Again, it was slow and very erotic, but at the same time felt
like I was "servicing" him for the second time today. I really started to
feel owned by him today.
We watched a movie after dinner and he played with me on the sofa until I
thought I would explode. He finally took me to his bedroom and made me
suck him again as he lay naked on the bed. After more champagne I was a
lot more aggressive I suppose, and wanted to show him how soon I could
make him come. It didn't take long, and he came unexpectedly in my mouth,
so I did gag some, and couldn't swallow all of it, but began to see how
it can be enjoyable. It was both empowering and degrading at the same
time, if that makes sense. For my reward, he licked me until I came right
there on his bed. It was wonderful, one of the most intense orgasms I can
remember having. Again, I really felt I was not just his woman, but his
property, I guess. More than anything I wanted to sleep with him, but he
sent me back here to my room to spend the night. Very strange. After two
days we still haven't had actual sex. God, I have to tell you, I really
really want it.
Day 3 - Monday
We went shopping again today. At first I thought he only wanted to take
me out in public again, that he could make people believe we were a
couple, or married I suppose. I spent the morning trying on negligees and
skimpy underwear, trying to model for him without being seen by other
customers. I'm not sure if anyone saw me or not. I tried to be so
careful, but honestly, the risk of being seen was exciting, even if I was
stressed the whole time. This time Dave bought a lot of what I tried on.
The younger salesgirls gave us these smiles, like they got a kick out of
seeing a husband buy so many revealing outfits for his wife. It was funny
that they were so clueless about us, but in a way, I felt closer to Dave
than ever playing his wife. I knew they saw my rings on the chain around
my neck, and wondered if they could ever guess why they weren't on my
finger. Then I would think of you waiting for me back home, and it all
felt so perverted, letting myself slip into the role of his wife. Yet,
even that made it even more exciting. I was really the "bad girl", even
if I'm still conflicted about it.
I know this will drive you crazy, but Dave spent this evening taking
pictures of me in and out of the new negligees. We stopped now and then,
and I took him in my mouth and sucked him when he asked. I felt so dirty,
taking his penis in my mouth, then posing for him, over and over, all the
while afraid that his neighbors might be watching through these big
windows in my room. But in the back of my mind, every minute, I wanted
him to fuck me. I really, really wanted to be ravaged. He came in my
mouth instead, and left me here in my bed, alone. I've never, ever been
this horny. If only you were here in my bed. But which "husband" do I
really want tonight? When you read this, I'll let you guess.
By Don Jetman
Dave, L's very first lover as a hotwife, called to see if our
lives still contained as much adventure as when we all lived in the
same city. Relocation had its benefits for us, but moving away from Dave
wasn't one of them. To be honest, L and I had been so caught up in new
jobs that sex was almost as routine as during our pre-hotwifing days. In
fact, by coincidence, L and I were about to burst with the need for
another adventure. But where to turn in a city where we had not ventured
out into the social scene at all, aside from work?
Typically, when L and I go too long without scratching our more exotic
itches, repressing those itches leads us into more extreme territory.
Abstaining tends to magnify our submissive sides - L's desire to be
controlled and manhandled during sex, and mine to be forced to watch her
taken in ways I have no power to control or prevent. Dave's call could
not have been more serendipitous. His offer, to L, was to have her visit
as his guest, for one week. Actually, his description was to "own her"
for an entire week. Her sub side would submit to his Dom side in every
way, and, as an added bonus, he claimed he could make her a "new woman",
whatever that meant. Again, the stars were right, as L was transitioning
to a new job and would have two weeks free between the old and new. L
flip-flopped for a while, but after many nights of discussion in and out
of our bed, she decided, almost at the last minute, to go.
Neither L nor I believed she would return an insatiable slut, or
hopelessly enslaved to Dave as a hard-core mind-altered submissive. But
we know Dave is both intelligent and cunning in a very subtle,
sophisticated way. L is still very taken with him, and he and I have a
long-time respectful relationship. There was just enough concern to make
things interesting, and maybe a bit edgy as well. What can I say - we
both really, really needed this.
But really, what's in this for me? It's this very question I put to L,
knowing she'd be sympathetic and possibly reconsider. Her bargaining chip
was a daily account, a diary kept just for me, detailing her activities
and honest emotions. I was stunned, and salivating at the chance
to read, in her own words, a personal "confession" to her husband of
everything she thought and did while giving herself completely to another
man for the week. Maybe I was thinking with the wrong head, but I agreed
instantly.
What follows is that very diary. With a few exceptions, the words are
hers. By her request, I've removed and rearranged a few lines here and
there, mostly because L thought they may identify someone involved, but
also a few very private thoughts L wasn't comfortable sharing. We've been
back and forth about this for months, whether I should make any of it
public, even after repeated editing to L's satisfaction. She's finally
graciously agreed to let me post it here. While there were some things L
found too personal to share, it's a candid snapshot of the days she was
owned for a week.
~*~
Day 1 - Saturday
Dave met me at the airport, as promised. He was tanned and handsome, even
more so than I remembered. I did remember his kiss, but, I wasn't
prepared to be kissed like that in public. Did anyone see us? Oh, I did
love his hands on my butt though. I was so excited! I couldn't help it.
We stopped for lunch on the way. He ordered me a glass of wine and made
me drink it. Much too early in the day for me, and I got really tipsy. By
the end of our lunch, he asked me if I had been thinking about sex with
him. I said yes. He asked me if I would get on my knees under the table
and suck him. I told him no, of course not, not in public. When he
laughed, I was sure someone must have heard. He asked me to go to the
ladies room, take off my panties, and bring them back to him. I told him
I would, and did it. He made me put my panties on the table, and when the
waiter saw them I almost died. We left them there for the waiter. I
wonder what he thought of me? That I was Dave's girlfriend or wife? Or a
prostitute? I can never go back there. No way.
We went shopping after lunch. I was afraid someone I knew might see us at
the mall, but no one did, I hope. He picked out clothes in three or four
stores and asked me to try them on and model them for him. I wondered
what the sales clerks thought because he definitely acted like my
husband, except he touched me a lot every time I modeled the clothes for
him. Just stroking and admiring the clothes, but still it was very
personal, like we were a couple. I felt both flattered and uncomfortable
having strangers think we were a couple. It was nice in a way, and
exciting thinking about what others would think if they knew. Still,
knowing you were back home thinking about me, maybe worrying a little,
made me feel strange, like having two husbands for different reasons, and
feeling a little selfish and a little guilty. We never bought any of the
clothes. He just wanted to show me off in public, I think, paw me a
little, and maybe make me feel like we were a couple. It worked though,
at least for a while. You know I've always felt safe with him, and I've
always been attracted to him physically, so it was easy to play along and
do what he wanted me to do. Still, it was always in the back of my mind
that someone I knew might see us. I guess even that was a little
exciting. You know how I am about "getting caught" in public, both good
and bad sides of it.
Back at his house he showed me my room. It's on the second floor, down
the hall from his bedroom. I think you'd remember it, the same room where
he and I had sex at the first party we went to. It looks much different
in the daylight. There are tall windows and lots of sun which makes the
room very bright. It's really very comfortable and relaxing, with a large
bed and closet and a spotless bathroom and shower. I can look down at the
pool in his back yard from the windows. I'm sure you remember that pool!
Funny how normal it all looks in the daytime without lots of people
around.
Just when I was feeling really comfortable and thought I'd have some
private time to relax and adjust, Dave asked for my bag and told me I
wouldn't need it. I handed it over, wondering what he would want me to
wear the rest of the week. Maybe he had already bought some clothes for
me, and was a little afraid I might have to go out in public in them.
Then he asked me to undress, and to give him my clothes. It surprised me,
but he's seen me before. But still, it was embarrassing for some reason,
I think because it was in broad daylight, and because I wasn't expecting
it in such a cold, sterile way. He took my clothes and told me to take
some time to settle in. After he left, I realized I didn't have a thing
to unpack, and wasn't sure how to settle in. Then I realized I was
standing stark naked in front of a row of windows with no curtains where
anyone might see me. If you remember, his back yard is wooded and
private, but I could see a few of his neighbor's windows through the
trees. I wondered if they had seen things here before, and if they knew
to watch. If he wants to show me off for the week, he really is doing it.
I wrapped up in the comforter on the bed and napped for a while. I was
tired from the flight, the wine, and our shopping trip, and it was the
only way to keep the neighbors from peeping at me.
Dave woke me for dinner, and I followed him downstairs to eat. It was
embarrassing to be nude walking around in his house. I didn't know what
he wanted, but it was a strangely normal dinner. We just chatted and ate
like I was completely dressed. Except I was painfully aware I wasn't, and
have to admit I was a little excited being naked with him. It was just
the unknown that scared me a little. He's just so charming. I had
forgotten how that made me feel. Looking into his eyes across the table
as he talked really got to me. And I was naked too. I have to confess, I
really wanted him. I was sure that would happen before the night was
over, and that made me want him even more.
When the doorbell rang, I jumped up to go upstairs, but he took my hand
and went to the door instead. I was terrified. It was getting too weird
too fast. I was shaking and tried to hide behind him when he opened the
door. Rick was standing there in the open door, sexy as always in his
black beard. He really looked me over, then gave me a big hug. This was
too much. Two men who I had had sex with before, right there, with me
totally naked. I wasn't sure I wanted things to go this fast. I guess I
was still shaking, still embarrassed, probably blushing, and still
aroused at what might happen. I'm sure it showed.
We sat and talked for a while, about all kinds of things, even you, but
not a word about sex. Rick kept staring at my body and I tried not to be
embarrassed. I knew he could tell I was excited, but he never approached
me or brought up sex. He just stared at me and talked. Dave too. It was
uncomfortably weird. I just wasn't sure what to do or how to act. Dave
smiled at me a lot, and I think he knew how I felt. I'd bet he wanted it
that way. It was frustrating and tiring, and in a way I was glad when
Rick left if we weren't going to sleep together. He kissed me goodbye on
the cheek. God, I wanted him so much. Sorry Don, but I did. I would have
done just about anything to have sex with him. And after he left I was a
little reluctant to go to bed with Dave, which I was sure would happen. I
don't know why. I really wanted sex, and Dave is a wonderful lover, but
Rick just hits all my buttons. But of course you know that. All that
black hair and the beard, and his sexy thighs and butt. Just kidding you
a little! Are you jealous yet?
To make a strange night even stranger, Dave showed me to my room and told
me to get a good night's sleep. So here I am, huddled under the covers,
writing to you. God, I'm so horny. I wish you were here. Don't you? Ha
ha. I love teasing you. But you can relax honey. I haven't fucked either
of these sexy men's big hard cocks. Yet.
(see? I can talk dirty when I'm really, really horny!)
Day 2 - Sunday
I got up early today. The room is really bright in the morning because of
these huge windows, and Dave was standing in the doorway watching me
sleep. I noticed last night that my room doesn't have a door. I'm not
sure if Dave removed it for my visit, but I know there was one when we
were here before. I remember asking him to close it so his friends didn't
walk in on us. It's clear he doesn't want me to have any privacy, which
must be a hint of what's to come. It's strange in a way, being watched
any time he wants, but kind of exciting too. I suppose if he owns me he
gets to watch me any time he wants. I have to admit that giving up my
privacy to him is a start. Guess I'm giving in to him already, and liking
it.
We showered together, which I loved. Even at his age, he's in great
shape, lean and hard to touch. He played with me, but wouldn't let me
come. I tried teasing him the same way, thinking he wouldn't last long
and would want to go back to the bed and have sex. Don, I was so excited,
playing with his erection, looking at it get so hard in the daylight.
I've never had a chance to see it and play with it in the light before,
and was surprised how big it seemed. I know I've always told you that
he's about the same size as you, and I think you've seen him at least a
few times from a distance when you've watched us. Maybe he just looked so
big because I was so horny for him. Hope you take that the right way,
but I really wanted all of it inside me.
Well, the shower was just frustrating. Neither of us came or had sex, not
because of me, but because he wouldn't. Believe me, I tried. When he
dried me off I found out why. He told me that he wanted to shave me. You
know how much I hate that, but he didn't ask. He ordered me. We went to
the bed and he put a towel under me, told me to spread my legs, and he
shaved me right there. He kept telling me how pretty I looked down there
when I was excited. All I could think about was whether anyone could see
us through the open windows.
Finally, after he was done, he played with me with his fingers until I
came. He made me say things before he would let me come, Don. He made me
say I'm his now, not yours, and that while I'm here, I'm not married to
you, I'm his woman. I'm sorry, but I was so horny I'm afraid I told him
anything he wanted to hear. So, I guess I'm all his for the week, his
woman so to speak. Does that make you excited, or jealous? I felt like I
was betraying you, but excited at the same time. It's hard to explain.
After all this, he made me give him my wedding rings. He put them on a
gold chain and said I should wear it around my neck for the week as a
reminder that I'm not your wife while I'm in his house, that I can wear
them again when I come home. It's so dark and disturbing, but giving in
to him just feels wonderful.
We spent the day relaxing, hanging out by the pool, and talking a lot.
Every time I asked him if he was going to give me something to wear, he
just smiled that smile of his. You know the one, the one I can't resist.
Spending the day naked and shaved was uncomfortable for me. I just can't
get over walking around showing everything, I guess. Plus, I had to be
careful of sunburn outside. I am still very sensitive down there.
He wanted to talk about oral sex a lot, about why I don't particularly
like doing it, and about how often I do it for you. Of course you know
all that, how my jaw gets sore if you take too long, and how semen makes
me gag. Well, the talk led to me trying it with him. He made me do it
slowly, and told me I didn't have to make him come, to just relax and
give him pleasure. It was very nice, very erotic. He finally came while I
was licking him, and very little went in my mouth, so I didn't gag -
much. He did tell me to swallow it if I could, so I did manage to do
that. I suppose it didn't seem like such a chore when I knew I didn't
have to make him come, and it was very erotic kneeling between his legs
using my mouth to excite him slowly, at my own pace. I have to admit that
being told to do it in broad daylight, on my knees between his legs with
no clothes was both disturbing and exciting at the same time. After he
came he asked me if I like being so submissive. I told him I did.
He barbecued steaks for dinner and we ate outside on his patio. It was
delicious. I haven't had a steak in a long time, and it really hit the
spot. He wanted oral sex again for desert, and we did that outside too.
Again, I felt very exposed and wondered if his neighbors could see us,
but that became exciting too after a while. He told me to think about men
watching me, masturbating while they watch, that I was beautiful and that
they would come thinking of having sex with me. He fed me strawberries
while I sucked him, and gave me little sips of champagne when I wanted to
take a break. It seemed like hours until he came, but I have to confess I
enjoyed it. Again, it was slow and very erotic, but at the same time felt
like I was "servicing" him for the second time today. I really started to
feel owned by him today.
We watched a movie after dinner and he played with me on the sofa until I
thought I would explode. He finally took me to his bedroom and made me
suck him again as he lay naked on the bed. After more champagne I was a
lot more aggressive I suppose, and wanted to show him how soon I could
make him come. It didn't take long, and he came unexpectedly in my mouth,
so I did gag some, and couldn't swallow all of it, but began to see how
it can be enjoyable. It was both empowering and degrading at the same
time, if that makes sense. For my reward, he licked me until I came right
there on his bed. It was wonderful, one of the most intense orgasms I can
remember having. Again, I really felt I was not just his woman, but his
property, I guess. More than anything I wanted to sleep with him, but he
sent me back here to my room to spend the night. Very strange. After two
days we still haven't had actual sex. God, I have to tell you, I really
really want it.
Day 3 - Monday
We went shopping again today. At first I thought he only wanted to take
me out in public again, that he could make people believe we were a
couple, or married I suppose. I spent the morning trying on negligees and
skimpy underwear, trying to model for him without being seen by other
customers. I'm not sure if anyone saw me or not. I tried to be so
careful, but honestly, the risk of being seen was exciting, even if I was
stressed the whole time. This time Dave bought a lot of what I tried on.
The younger salesgirls gave us these smiles, like they got a kick out of
seeing a husband buy so many revealing outfits for his wife. It was funny
that they were so clueless about us, but in a way, I felt closer to Dave
than ever playing his wife. I knew they saw my rings on the chain around
my neck, and wondered if they could ever guess why they weren't on my
finger. Then I would think of you waiting for me back home, and it all
felt so perverted, letting myself slip into the role of his wife. Yet,
even that made it even more exciting. I was really the "bad girl", even
if I'm still conflicted about it.
I know this will drive you crazy, but Dave spent this evening taking
pictures of me in and out of the new negligees. We stopped now and then,
and I took him in my mouth and sucked him when he asked. I felt so dirty,
taking his penis in my mouth, then posing for him, over and over, all the
while afraid that his neighbors might be watching through these big
windows in my room. But in the back of my mind, every minute, I wanted
him to fuck me. I really, really wanted to be ravaged. He came in my
mouth instead, and left me here in my bed, alone. I've never, ever been
this horny. If only you were here in my bed. But which "husband" do I
really want tonight? When you read this, I'll let you guess.