A quiet afternoon with the boss and her husband

I arrived at Sue and David’s flat at around just after 1pm, arriving slightly late and very nervous. I’d never been to this building before though I’d often seen it on my way to work. I hadn’t realised that Sue, my boss, lived here until she’d invited me over the previous week.

I turned her offer over and over in my head as I climbed the stairs to their door. They lived about two thirds of the way up the building, with a view overlooking one of the nicer and more ancient parts of the city. I didn’t take the lift. I prefer to walk where I can, besides I needed time to steel myself. I’m always a bit awkward in social situations, even ordinary ones.

This was over ten years ago and I was in my early 20s. David and Sue met me at the door. They were both over twice my age. David was the older, in his early 60s though looking slightly younger. He was tall, unremarkably handsome, grey-haired, slim. I had only met him twice before, at works parties. Sue I’d seen every day for the past three months, but she looked different – more relaxed – in this weekend setting. She was 57 but very glamorous even at work. She had long red hair which today she wore loose. She was dressed in a dark wine-red dress, off the shoulder, her ample curves fully apparent. At 5ft 4 she was a lot shorter than her husband. I imagined what it must be like for them in bed – he so big, she tiny crushed beneath him.

She kissed me on the cheek as I came through the door, and hugged me, as she often did at work. One of her hands patted my backside – also familiar. I had an erection before I got into the flat.

Every day since we’d first met I’d fantasised about what it would be like to fuck her.

They’d prepared a nice meal for me. We sat and ate, chatting about the usual things. Sue smiled at me throughout. Dave scrutinised me; his gaze wasn’t unfriendly but he was obviously sizing me up. After lunch we had a glass of wine, and the couple withdrew for a moment, leaving me alone in the dining room with my left ear burning. Was I going to be good enough for them?

David was a doctor, I remembered. I looked round their flat – it was very professional, impersonal, revealing nothing of their characters, or their desires.

David reappeared at the door. ‘Daniel,’ he said. ‘Could you come through to the bedroom?’

The bedroom had a south facing window. In fact one wall was all window. It was the most exposed room I’d ever been in. I imagined they standing naked before it every night, gazing out on the city, wondering but not caring if anyone could see them back.

There was a big double bed in the middle of the room, and a couch in the corner where Sue sat cradling her wine. David went and sat down next to her. They were on the opposite side of the room for me.

‘You seem like a nice guy,’ David said.

‘I said he was,’ Sue replied and she laughed.

‘Take your clothes off,’ David ordered. He didn’t ask. Simply by turning up, I’d agreed to this.

They’d put a chair by the door to the balcony where I could hang my clothes. That meant going close to the window, where anyone with binoculars or a helicopter could se me. Sue and David wanted me to feel as exposed and humiliated as possible. It was a kind of test, and one I was determined to pass.

I took off my socks first, then my jacket. They watched me impassively. My watch followed, then my belt, all the small things. I began to unbutton my trousers –

‘Stop,’ David said. ‘Take your shirt off first.’

Slowly, I began to unbutton the shirt instead.

‘Faster,’ Sue commanded. They didn’t sound excited. Perhaps, like me, they were trying to suppress their emotions. I hoped I wasn’t letting them down.

My shirt came off quickly and joined my other clothes on the chair. I didn’t know what they’d make of my skinny, pallid, hairless chest. Once I was topless, Sue told me to turn round slowly on the spot before removing any more clothes.

I didn’t know what they were doing while my back was turned. Were they touching each other or kissing? Were they aroused at by what they could see of me? I hoped so, I really hoped so.

Once I’d turned 360 they said nothing, so I unzipped my trousers and dropped them, dispassionately as if I was just undressing for bed. Underneath I had one a pair of black briefs, of the kind I always wore for luck on a date.

Neither of my hosts said anything, so I tucked a finger into the hem, ready to pull them down. David coughed, and told me to stop. ‘Leave them on. For now.’

‘He looks good, doesn’t he?’ Sue giggled. I wondered if she was a little drunk. My briefs just about covered my penis, which was fully erect and twitching under the fabric. The bulge was fully visible. They couldn’t see my cock but the outline of it was unmistakable.

My buttocks too. They ordered me to turn round, and Sue hummed pleasantly as soon as my back was fully turned. ‘Nice bum,’ she said. ‘Stop there.’

I stopped.

‘Bend down and touch your toes,’ she ordered. I obeyed. I felt numb. ‘Really nice arse,’ I heard David say.

They told me to straighten up. Then there was nothing for a moment but some urgent whispering. Then Sue said: ‘Don’t turn round, but pull your pants down to your knees. Do it quickly.’

I grabbed my pants and yanked them down to just above my knees. I kept my legs pressed together so they wouldn’t fall further. My cock was exposed – visible to the city skyline but not to the couple behind me. I moved my hands to shield it from the window.

‘Keep your hands by your side,’ David ordered. Relucantly I drew my arms back.

I must have stood there for five minutes, during which nothing moved except my prick – twitching hard and painful at every fantasy that came unbidden through my head.

‘Put your underwear back on,’ someone said. I felt so out of it I wasn’t even sure which of the two had spoken. I was almost relieved to pull my pants back up over my bare buttocks and my cock. The crotch of my pants was slightly damp with precum. It was invisible on the black fabric, but even if they wouldn’t be able to see it I knew it was there and it made me feel uncomfortable.

My cock kicked in my pants. It enjoyed my discomfort.

‘You can turn around now and face us,’ Sue said. I did as I was instructed.

‘I want to reassure you,’ David said evenly as I came round to face him – he must have seen the red of my face, how embarrassed I was feeling – ‘that I am straight. I don’t particularly want to see you naked, but it excites Sue to see you naked and it excites me when Sue is horny.’

He said this very matter-of-factly, as if still trying to disguise the obvious erotic tension in the room. While David was sitting very relaxedly on the couch, Sue was sprawled, her legs apart, her breasts heaving under her dress. She was staring at me, obviously very excited.

She’d flirted with me of course. I always knew she fancied me, though perhaps not as obviously as this. I realised that she’d always wanted me undressed and naked in her power in front of her.

‘My wife is very self-controlled,’ David remarked. ‘I should say that she’s obedient. I ordered her to sit still and not to get up from the couch earlier, even though she wants to. Don’t you want to, Sue?’

‘Yes,’ she said.

‘What do you want?’ he asked mildly.

‘I want his cock,’ she said.

‘Say it louder. Shout it.’

‘I WANT DANIEL’S COCK!’ she yelled. I’m sure the neighbours must have heard this through the walls. I’m sure they must have heard it in the next block! I flushed again, and Sue’s body shivered frustratedly on the couch.

‘You’re pretty obedient too, aren’t you? If I ordered you come over here and fuck Sue’s mouth you’d do it, wouldn’t you?’

‘Maybe,’ I said and I meant it. I wanted that more than anything else in the world at that moment, except maybe that I wanted to fuck her properly more. But I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. I was scared.

‘Sit on the couch between us,’ David ordered. I did as I was told.

‘Sue, you can touch Daniel anywhere you like, but you can only use one hand. But if he has an orgasm or ejaculates while you’re sitting here then you’ve been bad and will have to be punished. Do you understand?’

She nodded, then she began to touch me. I was sitting to her left and she began to touch me with her right hand, first placing the palm flat on my chest between my nipples and keeping it planted there for a few moments until our skins began to warm up. Only then did she begin to move it round, in slow swan-like movements, that made contact more with the flat of her hand than her fingertips. I ached to have those fingertips on my skin. I yearned to have them slide down my stomach to my penis but they didn’t,. not straightaway, not until I was thoroughly worked up…

And in the meantime, David explained to me what he and his wife wanted from me.

‘Sue is submissive, which means that she is a slave to my dominant desires. With other men she can be dominant. I think you’re submissive too. I’ve always fantasised about having a submissive young man to join Sue and I in the bedroom, so that the two of you would be my pets. I could make you fuck any way I wanted you to. Then, if I get bored, you can be her pet.

‘Sometimes we’ll have other people join us. You’ll be expected to fuck any women that you’re ordered to fuck. I also enjoy the idea of having a young attractive male who can attract younger females. I myself would love to fuck teenage girls. You can be the bait on the hook – they’ll come for your dick and stay for mine. You can do what you want, so long as you service Sue on my instructions and on hers when I permit her to be your owner. But you can end the arrangement any time you please.

‘But I think I’d need to see something of the lady-killer from you as well. It is possible that sometime can be too innocent.’

I gasped. Not anything he’d said. It was Sue’s hand.

As David had talked she’d moved my hand around much of my body as she could reach – she’d moved down to my stomach then onto my thighs and legs before working her way up to the top of my thighs again. Using her fingers now she’d swirled across the front of my pants, expertly caressing me around the hips, tracing around the outline of my stiff aching penis and never quite making contact, always coming close to brushing, then sliding away. I have no idea what I was doing while David spoke to me, but I must have been writhing and cringing. Her fingers were teasing out my lust.

And then – oh wonderful! – she’d finally slid that hand along the elasticated upper rim of my pants and slowly sunk her fingers down inside. Her nails, sharp, painted red, made contact with tumescent dick-flesh – it felt like a blast of static electricity through my body. I’d managed, with great effort, to make no sound, but she had. I could hear her swallowing a great gulp of her own saliva, as if she was already tasting my cum in her mouth.

All subtlety abadoned she’d begun to knead my prick with the one hand available to her, rubbing it up and down and around with all the vigour she could muster, until it felt like I was going to ejaculate there and then, if she hadn’t then dropped her hand down further to cradle and fondle my balls, which felt painful on the palm of her hand.

Then she was stroking again and again, and she was leaning into me, gazing down the line of my stomach, with her hair brushingly warm against my chest, her breathing heavy, her expression fixated with erotic excitement. She wasn’t supposed to make me cum. She’d been ordered not to! Why was she doing this?

My penis slid in and out her tight fist now, lubricated with precum. David was still talking. He was going to punish her. That’s why she was doing this. She wanted to be punished.

She wanted to see me cum. She wanted to feel me cum. That’s why she was doing this. She wanted my cum. She wanted me. She wanted me. Oh fuck she wanted me –

Oh fuck!

Oh!

Oh!

It spat out, fiercer than I’d ever come before, in vast globs, not only over her hand but splattering like hot rain on my stomach. My underwear began to fill with the thick wetness of my own fluids.

Sue and I fell back gasping.

David just stared at her.

‘I’m sorry, master,’ she said after a long strangled silence. ‘I couldn’t help myself.’

‘Then you’ll have to be punished,’ David said coldly. He was play-acting of course, but you could almost believe he meant it.

‘Yes master.’

David looked to me and asked: ‘How do you think I should punish her?’

I realised that this was my opportunity to show that I had the instinct he was looking for. I could walk away of course, and notch this one up to experience, but there was something about me that wanted to explore the world a little further.

‘I have got an idea for a punishment,’ I said mildly. Even now I didn’t want to offend her. ‘She’s made such a mess. Maybe she should lick it all up.’

So it was that less than a minute later I was stood up again – and my cock, which had lost its stiffness when I’d cum moments before was already hardening in the latest twist of the erotic atmosphere. Sue knelt before me, her hands trembling as she slid my sodden briefs down my thighs, past my knees and onto the floor. Freed, my cock rubbed against her face of its own volition, and spilled a little fresh precum in her hair.

The ejaculate was glistening cool and yellow across the front of my body. She began to draw her mouth across it, sucking it into her mouth and lapping it clean. It was hard to tell if she was enjoyed it or not. I brushed the back of her head encouragingly.

‘Don’t touch her,’ David snapped. My hands went back to my sides.

Her tongue on my body was even more stimulating than her fingers. If I hadn't cum so soon before I surely would have then, especially when – my stomach being largely licked clean – she began to lap at the damp stickiness around my balls, then drew her tongue up the length of my cock. The damp head disappeared into her mouth, then came out again, a strand of cum dribbling from her lips to the tip of my cock – for a moment, then it broke.

When I was finally clean she looked up and me and smiled a damp wet smile.

‘Is that enough?’ she asked. David looked at me. I nodded. ‘Yes,’ he told her.

‘When can I play with him? I really want to play with Daniel now,’ she pleaded.

David looked at me and asked: ‘Do you want Sue to play with you?’

I told him yes. I had never wanted anything more in my life. ‘Then you must agree to be Sue’s slave for the rest of the day. Until midnight you have to obey any instruction she gives you, unless this will cause you physical damage, or is against the law. Do you agree?’

‘Yes,’ I said. Sue stood up and slapped me – not hard, but still unexpectedly.

‘Shut up slave. Only speak when you’re ordered to and call me mistress.’

‘Yes mistress.’

‘I DIDN’T ORDER YOU TO TALK!’ she bellowed. ‘Bend over.’

And this time I remembered to say nothing. I touched my toes and took six short, largely painless slaps to my buttocks. After that her hand went between my legs and she began to cradle my balls again, as if the act of stroking them made up for the punishment she’d just given me.

‘You’ll be a good slave. Later I’m going to put a collar and leash on you, take you outside and introduce you to the neighbours. Would you like that? Answer.’

‘Yes, mistress,’ I told her.

‘Lie down, flat on your back on the bed.’ I did as I was told. She climbed onto the bed to stand astride me and looked up at her, up the sheen of her stockings, up her red dress, up past to her cleavage, up to her face beaming down on me. Three months I’d known her and for the first time I knew she had me exactly where she wanted me.

She reached behind her back. Slowly, almost as if time itself had stopped, her dress split into pieces and drifted down from her body like leaves falling in autumn. She was wearing nothing underneath, except her suspenders and suspender belt. She had flaming red pubic hair, trimmed into the shape of a heart. Her cunt was over my face and it was hungry.

‘But first you’re going to fuck me until I cum, and it’s very hard to make me cum. If you cum before I do, you’re going to get punished every time. If you make any kind of sound without my permission, you’ll pay a forfeit My husband and I have lots of ways to punish you. But you like that don’t you, slave?’

She had lowered herself on top of me, one hand drawing my cock into her cunt, before she thought to say, ‘You can answer that.’

‘Yes, mistress.’ I said, as my penis disappeared between her legs, into a fleshy grip that tightened hard and did not let go.