An adult stories – Kim Learns There's No Turning Back by vzb,vzb Authors Note: This story is a continuation of “A Wife Learns Her Place” (about a wife’s first time watching her husband have sex with another woman, and getting off on the humiliation of it), but it can also be enjoyed as a standalone. I like the ending to that first story just the way it is, so this one is more of a “what if”: What if the happy couple from that story went all the way down the rabbit hole? Where would they be half a year later?
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More and more of late, I find myself obsessing over a simple question, with a simple answer, which I am completely unable to wrap my head around: “How?” How did I get here? How did she get here? How did we transform our lives and our marriage into this? How did it happen so fast? And how in the world am I so at peace with it?
The only answer I ever seem to find: “One day at a time.” It’s not very helpful.
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Bright & early Monday morning, I rolled out of bed and padded down the stairs in my nightshirt. I made my way to our kitchen, where I could hear David moving around. I arrived to find my husband already dressed for work, leaning against the counter and scanning the newspaper while a sipping a cup of coffee. He looked up as I came in.
“Mornin’. Big day!”
“Yikes. Big day,” I agreed.
“Are you nervous?”
“You could say that. Are you?”
He stopped to consider the question. “Nope, I’m really not. It’s gonna be great. And you’re gonna do great — I know it, even if you don’t.”
“Ha, thanks; I’ll trust you on that,” I said. “Can I make you breakfast?”
“No, thanks Kim, but I have to go in early. I’ll grab something on the way.” He paused for a second as a thought occurred to him. “But, I do think Mia deserves a special breakfast today. Can you take care of that for me?”
“Of course, you’re right. If she gets up early enough, that is. I have to be out of here in an hour.”
“She’s already stirring; I think she’ll be down soon.” He checked his watch. “Yep, I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you tonight, sweetie.” He stopped to kiss me on my forehead before grabbing his briefcase and heading for the door. As he walked out he called back to me, “Big day, big day…”
There was no telling if or when Mia would actually materialize, so I went back upstairs to get ready for work. School was starting today and, as predicted, I’d gotten the job. Now 38 years old, I was the youngest Headmaster in the school’s long history, and today would be my first day of classes. Of course I wanted to look good for it, so I’d chosen my best suit — gunmetal gray, pencil skirt, perfect fit; unmistakably expensive. As I did my makeup I caught sight of my constant companion: the necklace David bought me for my last birthday — my day collar. It was discreet, but meaningful, and held in place by a small lock in the back; I did not hold the key.
When I got back downstairs I saw Mia, eating a fruit salad at the kitchen table and browsing her phone. Shit, I didn’t actually expect her to make it down in time.
It had been just seven months since her first date with David — seven months since she’d helped me live out my greatest fantasy by fucking my husband, while I watched and wallowed in the humiliations they’d doled out. It turned out to be such a powerfully intoxicating moment that I never really sobered up. I just kept setting up more dates with her. Five months ago, when she learned she’d been accepted to graduate school at Northwestern, we celebrated by giving her a key to our apartment so she could come and go as she pleased, fucking David whether or not I was there to watch. Four months ago, we’d closed on our new house and joyously invited Mia to come stay with us. Three months ago we moved in: I watched David carry Mia across the threshold and almost fainted with jealous arousal.
Through all of this, David was so considerate. We both knew I was the one pushing things forward, drunk on his and Mia’s dominance, but every step of the way he was checking in with me, giving me outs — “Are you really ok?” … “Are you sure about this?” … “Do you want us to pump the brakes, take some time for ourselves?” I realized the other day that he hadn’t asked me those questions in a while. I wondered if would ask tonight.
But for now, there was Mia, at the table. Christ, even just rolled out of bed she was painfully, effortlessly beautiful. I wouldn’t have time to change, but I’d told David I would help her with breakfast, so that’s what I was going to do. I walked in.
“Hello there,” I said.
“Hey there! Big day, huh?”
“That it is, that it is…” We shared an awkward silence for a moment. Awkward for me anyway, and maybe even for her as well. Lots of things left unsaid just at this moment.
“So…” Mia said, trailing off.
“So,” I offered, “what are you up to today?”
Mia shrugged. “Whatever I want, I guess. Gonna get ready for tonight.” She still had two weeks before she had to be at school — maybe the end of her last summer vacation.
“Right, right … well, on that note, David thought you should have a special breakfast today, which makes sense. But I do have a time thing now, so if you wanted to skip it, we could–”
“Skip it? Aw, hell no, Kim. I love special breakfast! Come on, we’ll make it quick.”
That was predictable. Mia went right back to eating that fruit salad she’d pulled out of the fridge as I walked up to the table. I took off my jacket, hiked my skirt up above my knees, and crawled under the table. Mia was wearing just an oversized t-shirt and no panties; she slid forward on the chair so I could get to her, and suddenly I was face to face with her honeypot. I took in the view for just a second before diving in.
I was tickled and tormented by the scene all at once. Here I was, a confident, successful woman dressed to the nines in my finest business attire, and I was starting off the day of my professional triumph by worshipping this brat’s ravenous quim. Because I’d been told to. At work, I was in charge, and even before I was in charge I’d been accustomed to having other people defer to me. But at home, this college girl was the boss of me. So was my husband, but mostly he delegated to Mia and let her set the rules, which made it all the more humbling. Why did I let this continue?
The warm, slick tingle between my legs helped answer that question for me, and I found my enthusiasm for the task at hand. The thought of what I must look like right now set me off. Remembering what we had planned for tonight set me off. The taste of her increasingly juicy pussy, which I’d long ago learned to love, set me off. But somehow what set me off more than anything was the fact that Mia just went right on enjoying her breakfast, like I wasn’t even there.
After a few minutes she finally acknowledged my presence. “Ahhh — I tell you, Kim, this is the best way to wake up. You oughta try it some time. Hey, maybe you can find someone even weaker and subbier than you to play with.” You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but still her barbs struck home; my face flushed and my groin tingled.
“I guess that’s pretty unlikely,” she continued. “But who cares. What matters is that you are getting really good at this. Mmmmm … I mean it, sweetheart, you should be proud: you’re an expert now. And what did I tell you the very first time we met? I promised to turn you into a world-class muff-diver, and I keep my promises. Isn’t that right, Kimmy?” I peeled my lips off of her to answer.
“Yes, Miss Mia,” I said, and then went right back to work. We’d dropped the whole ‘Miss Mia’ routine ages ago … except for when my tongue was inside of her, which was often.
“Ahhh, but this really hits the spot. I was going a little crazy — he hasn’t had has dick in me in over a week, been saving it up. Say, how long has it been for you? Haha…” She laughed at her own joke. We both knew the answer: not since my birthday; not since July. I sped up my tongue to stop myself from thinking too hard about it. “Oooh, yeah, there it is. Mmmm … So tell me Kimmy, are you looking forward to tonight?” I stopped lapping at her just long enough to reply.
“Yes, Miss Mia.”
“Hey, no, hold on.” She leaned back so she could see my face beneath the table. “Tell me the truth, not just what you think I want to hear. You might as well, at this point.”
Jesus, she wanted the truth? How long did she have? I’d thought of little else for the past month. The sick thing is, I really was looking forward to it. Once in a while a wave of dread would wash over me, but only rarely. Mostly I was eager. Mostly I thought it was exciting. Mostly I even thought it was a good idea. The problem, of course, was that it’s hard to be rational about something when the mere thought of it makes you flood your panties.
After a pause I was able to look her in the eye and answer.
“Yes, I’m looking forward to it … it’s complicated, but yes.” For once I peered up at her from between her legs and saw what looked like sincerity and affection. Wow. She treats me like a real person most of the time, but when we play together I’m always her toy. The mask had slipped for a second, and it was jarring. It wouldn’t last long.
“Good, so am I.” She smiled warmly and ran her fingers through my hair, then the mischief returned to her face and she guided my mouth back to her clit; I attacked it with zeal, grateful for that small moment of kindness. “Oh, Kimmy … my sweet, sad humiliation junkie … Mmmmm, yes … you did so well to find me, Kimmy — I’m just what you needed … ohhh, fuck yes … you’ll see, it’s gonna be glorious, and you made it all possible … now do your fucking job and make me cum…”
It didn’t take long after that. I worked to get her off as fast as I could; she sighed and squirmed and soon came with a shudder, gracing me with a tiny gush from her hole. When I crawled out from under the table Mia took one looked at me and guffawed. “Oh man, Kimmy, you should see what you look like,” she said. I already knew: a supposedly classy lady who, at 7:30 in the morning, wore disheveled hair and smeared wet makeup, reeking of pussy.
“Kim, if I told you go in to work like that, would you?” That froze me in place: the mere possibility that she was serious — and that, if she was, I might actually do it.
“Ha! Just kidding. I want you have a great first day; it’s important.” She came right up to me so she could kiss me twice, once on each cheek. “And believe it or not I am very *kiss* very *kiss* proud of you.” Then she backed off for a second before planting an intimate, lingering kiss on my lips — a rarity, that. Today really was a big day.
“My god, Kim! Can you imagine it? By this time tomorrow I could be pregnant.”
*****-***-*****
I cleaned myself up, reapplied my makeup, and arrived on campus only a few minutes later than I’d planned. I thought I might be too distracted given the morning I’d just had (and the evening still to come), but once I got to work, as always, I found my footing and reverted to my usual self. Or is it my other self? My former self? I don’t know.
The day went well, and for the most part I didn’t even think about what was about to happen to my world after the bell rang. The only hiccup was running into one particular teacher towards the end of the day. No one outside of David and Mia knows what’s going on with us, and so far no one at work seems to have caught the significance of my new necklace … except possibly Ms. Ramos. She’s young and smart and cute. She’s also cocky — probably a little too hip for her job as a high school English teacher, and she knows it. Actually she kind of reminds me of someone. She hasn’t said anything, but every time I’m with her now I imagine I can see her glancing at my necklace and giving just the faintest smirk. I’m not sure, it really might be all in my head. When I mentioned this at home, Mia was delighted. She joked (I think) that we should invite her to stay the night some time.
Of all the crazy things Mia threatened me with that first night, that’s the only one she hasn’t followed through with: the idea of having me bring in other women for David, people from my real life, and thus outing myself in the process. Oh, she brought in a friend of hers for David one time, but she hasn’t seemed eager to do anything like that since, and sometimes I wonder why. Maybe she’s looking out for me and my feelings. Maybe it’s about safeguarding the emotional stability of our little triad. Maybe it’s jealousy: she doesn’t want to run the risk of David falling for someone else and replacing her, in kind of the same way that she’s supplanted me.
And in rare, tortured moments, I think maybe she’s just making sure not to fuck up the good racket she’s got going: great sex with my husband, a submissive little helper in yours truly, free room & board in a ritzy neighborhood, a besotted married couple paying most of her tuition … and, if things go according to plan, a baby, along with all the support needed to keep her career on track at the same time.
But I don’t think that’s it. Nobody could be that conniving, and Mia’s no sociopath. Anyway, I try not to think too hard about that possibility.
*****-***-*****
When I got home around 4:30 in the afternoon I was alone. David wasn’t due back from work for another hour or so, and Mia was off doing who knows what, probably preening for our special occasion. Since we decided to have a baby — since we decided to have a baby like this — Mia had been keeping careful track of her cycle, and tonight she’d enter the start of her most fertile time.
I was more and more anxious with each passing minute, unsure of whether I’d be able to go through with it all. Just so I’d have something to do to keep my mind occupied, I decided to start getting things ready for tonight. I freshened up and put on a modest silk negligee, then went to prepare the bedroom (our bedroom in theory, but mostly their bedroom). I cleaned the room, played with the lighting, put fresh sheets on the mattress, and lit a few candles — it felt cheesy, but appropriate. I was thinking about music to cue up for later when David walked in; I hadn’t even heard him arrive.
“Oh, Kim-Bear,” he said, “this looks great, thank you. And you look great, wow.”
He came up and hugged me tight, even lifting me off the ground a little, and I was suddenly hit by a wave of memory and emotion. It was like the clouds below me had parted and I noticed, as if for the first time, that I was standing on top of mountain.
First, I was struck by an awareness of how rare this had become: a real moment like this with my husband. It’s not that I never saw him, or that he wasn’t loving; it’s just that I so seldom saw him alone, unless we were busy with something else or rushing off somewhere, like this morning. There was so much I loved about our new lifestyle, but that realization hurt.
Then, still in his arms, I couldn’t help but think back to him holding me like this on our first “big day.” It was my birthday, almost two months prior — the first time wearing my new collar, and the last time to this point I had made love with my husband.
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Two months ago…
My god, it’s so completely fucked up. This is a tangent, but it’s important. And I can’t not write about it.
We had decided, David & I, to get pregnant. It wasn’t out of the blue, of course. We had always intended to start a family, but invariably there was some reason to put it off. Now it was clearly time: I was in my late-thirties; we had money, established careers, and a big new house; and we were still completely in love and committed to each other, with a marriage that was happy & stable. Maybe that last one sounds absurd with Mia in the picture, taking my place in the marital bed most nights, but somehow it was more true than ever. We still had the same emotional bond, and now our sexual satisfaction was through the roof. Once we closed on the house, it was understood that we’d start trying; I ditched my birth control.
That part of it was all lovely and wholesome. The fucked up part came when we turned it into a game: Russian roulette with our family tree. I honestly couldn’t tell you exactly when it happened. At first it was just a private joke among the three of us — ‘can you imagine, hahaha.’ Then it turned into dirty talk sometimes when we were in bed, just one more thing for Mia to tease me with. Then it was part of our dirty talk every time.
And then it came back from the land of dirty talk in the form of a real plan: Mia and I would take turns trying to get pregnant — first past the post wins. If this offends you, all I can say is: blame me. All three of us were riding the same high, and I provided as much momentum for the idea as anyone. Look, I’m not stupid; I could see which way the wind was blowing, and I could have put a stop to it. But the realer it became, the hotter it was. And wasn’t Mia family now, in every way that mattered?
My birthday present from Mia was that I got first crack at my husband’s baby. My birthday happened to fall in what looked like a good time in my cycle, so that’s when it happened. We got dressed up, had a few drinks at the bar, went out for a fancy supper, then came home and hit the bedroom.
I was a nervous wreck, but David & Mia both were being so tender that night: standing on either side of me, planting kisses here and there as they caressed my body and slowly stripped off my clothes. They guided me to the bed where they continued to lavish attention on me. Mia kissed her way down my body then dove into my pussy to get me ready — she so seldom does that for me, but she’s amazing at it.
Before I could cum like that, David positioned me on all fours with Mia’s inviting cunt in my face. He began a steady, pounding rhythm, his hands gripping my waist so strongly; Mia stroked my hair and dripped honey in my ear while I tried my best to focus on her pleasure. Knowing that we were fucking with purpose made the whole thing so special. I was sandwiched between my husband and my live-in dominator, my face being pushed forward into her crotch again and again. Each stroke was like a little reminder — a perfect physical manifestation of my new life. It was unsettling to realize how much I loved this.
Mia came with a shriek as she clenched my hair in both hands and held me in place; it hurt, but it was a good hurt. David slowed down behind me and I lifted my head to look up at Mia’s face. She smiled sweetly, approvingly — she stroked my cheek and ran her thumb across my bottom lip; I latched onto it and sucked hungrily. She let me suckle for a minute before moving over and guiding me to take her place in middle of the bed.
David climbed on top of me, between my splayed legs, and stared meaningfully into my eyes; he kissed me then and I thought I was falling in love with him all over again. “Ready?” he asked me. I couldn’t trust my voice so I just nodded. He looked over at Mia and she nodded her approval as well. David rose up on his knees, slipped his manhood inside of me, and started off slow. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, holding my legs up off the bed.
Mia let David get started and then pressed up against my side, facing me. She draped her leg across my midsection; her left arm snaked under my neck, supporting my head, while her right lay atop me, alternately hugging my shoulder or running over my breasts or caressing my face. Between the two of them I was completely swaddled — helpless, but secure; locked in, but precisely where I needed to be.
Mia completed the moment. She used her finger to tilt my head to face her, held my stare for a long moment and then said simply: “I love you, Kim.” She’d never said it before, at least not really. She might say it breezily (‘love ya, babe’), or ironically, while reveling in my latest act of servile debauchery … but never like this, like a lover. Or a partner. I tried and failed to respond with words and my mouth hung open like I was a fish; Mia saw me dangling there and let me off the hook, covering my mouth with hers so that all I had to think about was her kiss.
David’s thrusting cock felt amazing, and the palpable love all around me was exquisite, yet the scene was unfinished. The raw tonnage of sexual energy flowing through me was stupendous, but it was also rootless, haphazard. I was so accustomed by this point to getting off in a certain way, to mainlining submission and erotic humiliation — to simply be loved on was disorienting. To my shame, it felt like something was missing in this perfect moment.
Maybe Mia just wanted to play her part as badly as I needed to play mine, but I’d like to think that she could sense the potent need bubbling up beneath the surface and decided to rescue me. She placed her lips against my ear and commenced the kind of verbal hypnosis I’d proved so defenseless against. As David laid claim to my womb, Mia would colonize new territory in my head.
“Oh Kimmy,” she purred, “I meant what I said: I do love you, in my own way. You can tell, can’t you? You can tell because we’re here. I didn’t have to let you fuck your husband. I didn’t have to give you first chance at conceiving. I didn’t have to give a chance at all. But here we are. And now whose cock is fucking you, hmm? Whose bare cock is deep in your hungry little box?”
“David’s … oh, it’s David’s,” I whimpered. Mia responded by taking my nipple between her nails and pinching it hard enough to get my attention. “Aiyy-AAH!”
“Try again,” Mia hissed softly into my ear. “Whose cock is that really, Kim? Who does it belong to?”
“Oh god, it’s yours, it’s yours…” Mia released my nipple, rubbed on it soothingly, and kissed my cheek.
“Good, Kimmy! Much better — there’s my clever girl,” she said. “That’s my cock, and I’m letting you use it tonight … What do you say, dear?”
“Thank you, Mia!” I croaked out.
“There you go. You’re welcome, Kimmy. You’re such a good girl for me, always such a good girl. And I’m rooting for you tonight, I truly am. But you should know … I don’t like your odds.”
Her words were having the desired effect. My arousal was now laser-focused, easily piercing what few defenses my rational brain could still erect. And in that moment it wasn’t part of any kind of game or kink: I knew in my bones that that was Mia’s perfect cock I felt, that tonight was her gift to me … and I was so thoroughly, sincerely, awesomely grateful. This new truth burned itself into my brain and stayed there.
“Yes, Kimmy, focus,” Mia continued. “You’d better make this one count, honey. If you can’t get it done tonight you might never get another chance. Maybe I’ll just take your next turn. And the one after that, and the one after that. David would agree, don’t you think? And so would you. That’s the part I fucking love, Kimmy. You’re the one who’s gonna convince him to skip your next turn, and then you’ll thank me for the privilege of watching him put his baby in me.”
“Oh my god, Mia! Oh my Fuck! David, I want to … oh, Miss Mia, I’m gonna … Oh my God YES!” I completely lost myself, and I loved it. My breathing was ragged and my mouth started babbling nonsense. Physically restrained from every direction, all I could do was hold onto Mia ever more tightly. While David fucked my body and turned me into a quivering mess, Mia was fucking and seeding my mind, in a way that was harder to see but every bit as real.
My legs tensed & shook in David’s grasp as I neared one of the world-flattening climaxes that only Mia could dig out of me. David noticed; he thrust into me harder and faster as he neared his own peak. Mia noticed, too.
“Oh no, Kimmy; oh dear, this is bad … you’re rooting to fail, aren’t you? You like the idea so fucking much. Just think how much you’ll love it when I’m pregnant. Day in and day out, watching my belly swell with David’s child … Mmmm, I think you’ll soak your panties every time you see me, I think you’ll finally know just what y–”
“aaaAAAHHHH FUCK! FUCK!!!” Her monologue was cut off by unconstrained screaming as my orgasm carried me off. The sight before him triggered David’s climax as well — he ground himself into me hard as he filled me up. I could his warmth spreading inside of me, and it was delicious. It was everything I’d wanted, even if only a small piece of me was even aware that it was happening.
Afterwards the three of us collapsed in place; we had neither the physical nor the psychic energy to move from the spot. My bedmates were again so adoring it broke my heart, cooing their words of praise and affection — for one night, I was the center of attention. Mia to my right, David on my left, and me right in the middle, quietly leaking the fruits of their love onto the sheets. To the extent I was still capable of thought, I drifted off to sleep to one simple idea: “this is good, this is good…”
When my next period arrived, right on time, I almost smiled.
*****-***-*****
David released his hug and it brought me back to the present. I looked into his eyes; I’m sure he could see I was restless. “Come on, be with me for a minute,” he said and guided us to lie down on the freshly made bed, facing each other.
We just stayed like that, in silence, for a few minutes. It was peaceful, but my stomach was in knots. We’d talked about this idea of course, but usually in a sexy way, or with Mia around, or as a hypothetical (“if it comes to it…”). Now it was all very real, and standing on our doorstep. If we were going to have a real go/no-go conversation, it would have to be now. David started, god bless him.
“Are you scared?”
“Yes,” I told him.
“Are you excited?”
“You know I am, honey. I’m so fucking turned on it feels like I’m vibrating.”
“Sounds fun,” he said.
“It’s amazing, but I’m just so … helpless. Like there’s this train barreling right down the tracks at me. Or I guess I’m on train. Jesus, I’m the fucking conductor, David.” I gave a chuckle; David joined me in it. He started lazily running his hand up & down my arm.
“I totally get that. But, you know, uh…” He hesitated and looked away. “Ok. That last stop is coming up, last chance to get off the train. Possibly. Is that … what you want? To stop that train?”
I could see the unspoken part written all over his face: please say no. God, it was so obvious he didn’t want to even raise the possibility of backing out. He loved me, he knew there was an obligation here … but one look at him and I knew that he had long since been carried away by my fantasy. When exactly did that happen?
“No,” I said, “somehow that’s not what I want. But I don’t understand it, and think we might be completely insane. I mean … what if I said Yes, I want to wait? What then?”
He hesitated. “Then we wait. Reassess. Of course we do, Kim — you’re my wife.”
“David, I’m one of your wives.” He rushed to disagree, to reassure me, but I cut him off. “Shhh, it’s fine, it’s fine. But tell me this: if I said I wanted to stop for real, to send Mia packing and go back to just being Mr. & Mrs. Russo, could you do it? Could you really give her up?”
This time the pause was long and tortured. To David’s eternal credit, he didn’t lie to me.
“God, Kim: I don’t know. Ok? I’m sorry, but I don’t know. I would try, but … I might still want her. I might need her. Maybe … maybe we really should slow down. I’m worried about you.”
I could see I was putting him through the ringer here. That’s not what I wanted but, looking back, I guess I was glad that one of us was thinking this way. And I was glad that he cared enough not to steamroll me into living up to my promises. I was groping for some way to explain it to him, though I barely understood it myself.
“Look,” I said, “do you remember what you said to me that very first night with Mia? You swore that no one could ever replace me.”
David winced. “And you feel like you’ve been replaced?”
“Yeah, I do a little bit…” I reached out my hand to touch David’s cheek. “… and I fucking love it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but that’s the truth. I think that’s kind of the whole point –the danger, the denial. I just have to trust you to keep me safe, because I clearly can’t do it for myself. Believe me, if we lost Mia I’d miss her more than you would. ”
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Kim. You’re just brave, that’s all. Braver than I am, I know that. You’re going after what you want, the risks be damned. And how could I ever give up someone like that?”
God but I loved him in that moment. We were almost forehead-to-forehead now, lightly holding and caressing one another. After a short silence I asked, “What do you think is going to happen tonight? Is this it?”
He didn’t need to time to consider his answer. “Honestly? I think Mia’s young and she’ll get pregnant if I look at her funny. Yeah, I think it will happen tonight.” I confronted that possibility anew and David saw my face change. “Does that make you sad?”
“Yeah, maybe a little sad, in a way” I said.
“Just sad?”
“No, not just sad.” I smiled at him as I took his hand and guided it between my legs — I knew what he’d find there. “Does she feel sad?”
“Jesus, Kim! You’re a swamp down there, you dirty girl. Maybe you really are ok with this…”
David kept his hand on my sex and began to rub — gently at first, then gradually building up speed and intensity. The soft, wet schlicking sound I heard was a constant reminder of my embarrassing predicament, which only fueled my lust; soon I was on the road to climax.
“Ooh, honey, I don’t know if Mia would approve of this,” I said, only half joking.
“I can do whatever I want, remember? You’re the one who has rules. And right now I want to watch my first wife squirm.” He got his wish: in no time I was a quivering, mewling heap of flesh. He started pumping two fingers in and out of me, being careful not to bring me too close to the edge.
Instinct took over my whole being as he continued his delicious torture. I swung my leg over him and my hips began a spontaneous, obscene grinding motion, wantonly humping the air. I was desperate to have his cock in me; a million years of evolution were driving me to take his seed before it could be given to my rival. I looked at David and begged with my eyes.
“Oh, did you want to make love?” he asked, pretending it wasn’t obvious.
“Yes! I need it…” A wicked grin spread across David’s face.
“I want to hear you beg first. Convince me you need it; convince me you deserve it.” The old Kim had too much self-respect to debase herself like he was asking. The new Kim had no use for such bullshit and launched into a shameful stream-of-consciousness litany begging him to please, for the love of god, take pity on her.
“PLEASE, David! Please, I need it. I love you so much! Don’t you love me? I’ve been a good girl, I’ve been a good wife, I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked. I brought you Mia — you can keep her, you can still fuck her tonight, you can fuck her every night, I don’t care. She doesn’t even have to know. We can have this one thing just between us, I’ll give you whatever you want just please fuck me right now.”
David smiled sweetly and leaned in for a kiss. Hope swelled in my chest and my hand flew down, frantically trying to work open his pants — I could feel how hard he was and it made me swoon. David broke our kiss and spoke from a millimeter in front of my face.
“You really want this cock?”
“Yes! Yes, please, anything, I need it, your wife needs it…”
David sped his manipulation of my clit. He kissed me again, only for a second, then leaned forward and said right into my ear: “Too bad, you gave it away.”
An anguished cry burst forth from my lips; it hurt so very much. But, as David surely expected, it also launched me into the fucking Sun — I came ferociously on his fingers. It quieted me. There was no more room for my selfish desire, no abject need to be filled up before Mia. I had gotten my fix.
***
Once I regained my composure David went to change and freshen up; he suggested I do the same, and reminded me to replace the bed sheets I had soiled. I did, and then I had nothing to do except wait.
Alone in the bedroom, my arousal began to grow once again — all I could think about was what was about to happen, and I’d never been able to think about that without melting into a puddle of lust. That’s how we got here in the first place. I knew I wasn’t allowed to touch myself, but it was hard, and getting harder by the minute. When I heard the garage door open, signaling Mia’s return, I had an embarrassingly Pavlovian response: my twat began to drool.
I waited. I hadn’t been told to stay upstairs, but I couldn’t face them. I couldn’t face her. Instead I lay down and waited, and listened, and stewed, and continued to liquefy. Faintly, I could hear happy sounds coming from downstairs: my husband & his lover chatting, moving around, getting ready. Planning, no doubt. At some point they ate a light supper without me.
Should I eat? I don’t know, but it’s been over an hour; this is getting awkward. Whatever is happening downstairs I should be a part of it, or else it’s like I’m not a real part of this family. This family. Oh god. This growing family. Why did we … maybe there’s still … Oh Fuck. Oh, FUCK. I have to go down there. Come on, Kim … Kim, don’t just lie there: get the fuck out of bed. Let’s go, you can figure it out on the way d–
Before I could talk myself into leaving the bedroom, it was too late; they were coming upstairs. Not knowing what else to do, I stood to greet them.
David and Mia walked through the door hand-in-hand, beaming, looking every bit like a couple in love. Which they were. They took a few steps inside and stopped when they saw me, but their faces didn’t drop, and if they were feeling the same kind of anxiety that I was it didn’t show in the slightest. I watched mutely as they turned to face each other; they exchanged a few words and nods, seemingly confirming some prior agreement, which they now sealed with a kiss. When the kiss broke, Mia turned and walked right up to me. She was the very picture of confidence, coming over to greet a petrified wreck.
When she got to me she rested her hands on my shoulders at arm’s length. “Kim,” she said warmly. She held my stare for a breath then came forward and kissed me — the kiss was soft and lingering, but I was too frightened to return it. She gave up on the kiss and hugged me then, tightly, but my arms stayed at my side. From over her shoulder I saw David watching. I tried to tap into whatever was giving him his strength, but it wasn’t working. Mia woke me from my stupor.
“Thank you,” she whispered. She sounded so earnest, so vulnerable … and Mia was never vulnerable. It affected me deeply — inside, the walls came tumbling down. I heard myself sob once. I held back a second sob, and I held back a tear. My eyes clenched shut and my arms, unbidden, came up and wrapped around Mia like she was my life raft. In that moment she felt like home. My eyes opened and found David, watching approvingly.
When the hug ended Mia looked at me and we broke into embarrassed, genuine smiles that seemed to communicate whatever it was we needed to say. “Whew! You ready to do this thing?” she asked. I nodded eagerly, and through my faltering voice I managed a ‘Yes.’ I thought I could see it now: this would be hard, but this would be good.
Mia looked back at David, gleeful and triumphant. David, in turn, looked at me and said, “Kim, why don’t you help Mia with her clothes. For old times’ sake.” Of course. I rarely did this anymore but, if we were going to go through with this, we might as well do it properly.
“Yes, sir.” Mia stood still for me and watched with satisfaction as I worked off her few articles of clothing. When I reached my arms around to unhook her bra strap, she took the opportunity to lean in and whisper her first set of instructions for the night.
“Hey, Kim.” I froze in place. “Are you going to be a good girl tonight? All night? Are you sure you’re ready to do that for me?” This might be the closest she would ever come to asking for my permission. The sane thing would be to think about it for one solitary heartbeat. But I was already plummeting into the warm embrace of subspace, so I didn’t.
“Yes, Mia.” The words came automatically, tickling the pleasure centers of my brain on their way out.
“Good! That’s good. Then I want you to do something for me. Tonight, all night, until the deed is done or I tell you otherwise, your hand…” –as she said this she took my hand in hers and pressed it hard up in between my legs — “… stays here. You understand, Kimmy?”
I drew in a sharp breath and replied happily, “Yes, Miss Mia.”
“Wonderful. We can’t have you going goofy on us now; just let this little button help keep you on track tonight, hmm? We’ll both have a much better time.”
“Ooooh … yes, Miss Mia … thank you…” I knelt down to slide her panties off and was saw that I was inches away from her bare mound, my hand obediently rubbing my own, and without thinking I dove forward to plant my mouth on it. A happy moan welled up from deep within me. I would get her ready.
Mia was pleased. “Ah-haaaaaMmmmm … someone’s eager … someone’s already being my good girl.” She stood there and let me feast for a couple minutes, lovingly running her fingers through my hair, from time to time letting out the happy little sighs that had become so important to me.
When she’d had enough she took a step back, walked around behind me, and held my head in position. She motioned for David to take the spot in front of me. He’d already stripped himself while I worked on Mia, so in just a few moments I had his semi-rigid tool on my lips; I groaned appreciatively as I took him inside my mouth.
For a minute there was nothing else in my world except the rapidly hardening shaft on my tongue; it was blissful, peaceful. I became aware of Mia’s hands on top of my head, holding me in place; it felt like comfort and security. I could hear my dom and my husband making out above me, and a tinge of exquisite jealousy rippled through me. My free hand took hold of David’s scrotum; it felt so full, so swollen with life. Unthinkingly, I was overcome with the need to get at that life before it could be gifted to someone else, to drain his balls into my mouth — I sped up and began working with purpose. Mia noticed.
“Whoa, settle down, tiger,” she said with a giggle and pulled me off David’s cock. “Maybe you’d better have a seat over there.” She pointed me in the direction of the chair by the bed and I slunk over to my seat, appropriately chastened, as Mia guided David by the hand to our bed. She lay down and David took his place between her legs. He looked down at her, infatuation written all over his face, and they resumed their kiss from a moment ago. Mia held his head in her hands, then brought one of them down to guide him to her opening — her pained gasp let me know when he was inside of her.
They began a slow and tender lovemaking, and immediately I could see the value of Mia’s instruction to keep my hand on my sex. What they were doing was intimate, meaningful … and so, so private. I was an afterthought in my own home. I don’t know what I would have done if not for my clit pumping out its special stream of opiates.
For what seemed like an eternity — but was probably only 10 minutes — they stayed like that, locked in their own world, not once looking at me. Not once thinking of me, I assume. I couldn’t hear most of what they said, but I heard enough. It started off simply and brutally enough: staring into each other’s eyes and declaring their love. It wasn’t the first time I’d bore witness to that exchange, but it was the most solemn.
And it was David who said “I love you” first. Mia responded in kind, cradling his face in her hand, and they went on like that — slowly, reveling in their shared moment, in no hurry for it to be over, muttering sweet nothings to each other that I usually couldn’t make out. Most of what I could make out made me almost wish I couldn’t. A few minutes in, as their psychic connection grew, David lifted his head from the side of Mia’s face and looked at her like he’d just thought of something deep and meaningful.
“You’re staying, right? Whatever happens tonight, I don’t think I ever want you to leave,” he said, just above a whisper.
“Never, David, I promise.” She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him tight, and I heard her voice trail off: “I’m yours, I’m yours…”
Whenever I watched them, the effect the scene had on me was usually in inverse proportion to the ferocity of their lovemaking. Now it seemed like they had elevated their coupling to a sacred rite, and I was an emotional and sexual shambles — hoping not to cum too quickly, and trying not to interrupt the ceremony by making too much noise.
In time David began to pick up his pace, and the strumming of my fingers over my clit quickened in response. My arousal would soon boil over and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. David and Mia exchanged short messages too soft for me to hear, little telegrams of love and lust and devotion, followed by nods or affirmative grunts. After one such exchange I watched David lift his upper-body into a push-up position — Mia’s hands followed him up, caressing his face and holding his gaze on hers.
“This is the way it had to be, darling, the way it was always going to turn out,” she said. David shut his eyes and nodded slightly as his hips continued their work.
“Yes, I know that now, oh god, I know…” This was irresistible poison to me. I surrendered to my need and came with a loud, lewd moan I’d been holding in since they began. It was a powerful wave that crashed over me, and my senses were shut off to the rest of the world for I don’t know how long. My vision returned first, and what I saw was the couple in front me, temporarily stilled, in dialogue, and looking over at me from time to time. The static filling my ears gradually lifted, and I caught the end of it.
“Really?” Mia asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” David replied. “I mean, I think we should, don’t you?”
“I’m happy like this. I think she’ll be ok.” I saw Mia roll her hips and smile up at David.
“Mmmmm … I like this, too … but we’re asking a lot. She should be a part of it, and you’re just so good at … you know. Please?”
Mia sighed. “Ok, you’re right. How do you want to do it?”
“Your call,” he said. Mia thought for a second before moving David off her and making space on the bed.
“Kimmy dearest, why don’t you come join us,” she said brightly.
I wobbled over and Mia guided me to my place on the bed — I could sense the leftover warmth from their bodies on my back and it felt like a hug. Mia spread my legs wide and climbed between them, facing me, her ass raised high in the air. She smiled wickedly at David and spanked her right cheek; David saw his cue and took up position behind her. Oh my god. I would watch Mia’s ultimate victory — and my almost unimaginable submission — from an inch in front of my face. From experience I knew she would not make it easy for me. The prospect was as tantalizing as it was terrifying.
“Where does your hand go, Kim?” Mia snapped me back to reality and I rushed to obey, once again feeling for my slippery button with my fingers. Mia purred joyfully and I knew that my husband was inside her again; he started off with a soft, slow pace, probably so that she would have a chance to work her magic on me. She would not waste the opportunity.
Mia began so sweetly. She studied my face and ran her thumb across my cheek, then leaned down for soft and protracted kiss; I could feel David’s rocking motion pushing her onto my lips, and it spread a warmth throughout my body. When she broke our kiss she looked at me wistfully and said, “God, Kimmy, he really does love you, did you know that?” I did, but it felt good to be reminded at that moment. I nodded. Mia continued: “… and so do I.”
I smiled, inside and out — she’d made me a cuck, and she was my dom … but she was also my lover, my partner. I felt so close to her then. I craned my neck up so I could taste her kiss again, but she stopped me, her index finger intercepting my lips. I just looked at her, confused, and she explained it. She spoke softly, evenly: “But you were a bad girl today. Did you try to break our agreement? Try to fuck my man, on my special day?”
Oh dear god. He told her! He didn’t have to tell her. Why would he do that? I tried to hide my panic; I failed.
“No, Mia, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to … Oh god, I didn’t think … it just happened, I was just so–”
“Hush, hush … calm yourself, Kimmy. David explained everything, he stood up for you…” My inner turmoil began to recede until I saw Mia’s face break into one of the impish, lethal smiles I’d come to know so well. She leaned down and whispered right into my ear. “… and besides, maybe … maybe I was a bad girl, too. Remember your birthday? Maybe I fucked his brains out all week leading up to it. Maybe I sucked him off in the alley behind the bar so he’d have nothing — fucking nothing — left to give to you. Maybe I didn’t want to take any chances. Maybe that’s what happened…”
She bit my neck and I gasped in pain — physical pain, spiritual pain, pain of every kind — and David took it as a sign to speed his thrusts to something meaningful, humming in satisfaction. Mia moaned out to complete our debauched symphony.
Did she mean it? Was she just fucking with me? Did it even matter? I looked at my husband for answers, but he couldn’t know what I’d just been told and seemed content as he focused on the scene below him. Jesus, could it be real? She’s fucking with me. That day had meant so much to me and she knew it. Would she? Would David? The idea drove me mad in exactly the way Mia would have predicted: I was both existentially horrified and crazily, soppingly aroused. I worked my clit harder and bellowed out, “Oh my g-Goddddd Mia-aaaaa…”
David was really fucking her now. His thrusts drove her forward again and again, pushing her into me, pushing me into the bed, sliding her breasts over mine. We were covered by a thin sheen of sweat now, and the action of Mia’s body against mine became slippery. David’s breathing was heavier and I knew his fateful climax was within sight. Mia was gasping and moaning lustily into my ear; it was a struggle for her to form words, but she kept it — for my sake or hers, I don’t know.
“Ohhh, Kimmy … Mmmm … it makes me so happy that you’re here for this part … Unh! … I’m taking him, watch me take him from you … I told you this would happen — Oh, Fuck! — the very first time I met you … I bet you thought it was just teasing, just dirty talk … I’ll tell you a little secret, Kimmy: so did I … I didn’t mean it at all … but you’re such a … fucking … ooooohhh … pushover … weakling … ohhh god Fuck Me David! ”
That did it. I howled and came on my fingers (then went right back to stroking myself, still on the edge of orgasm). David saw; he grunted and muttered ‘oh fuck’ and started hitting it harder. Mia chuckled at my predicament, or came as close as she could in her frenzied state. She was clearly on the precipice and began a rambling stream of vulgar taunts & dire threats that seemed to just spill out of her.
“Ooooh, look at you Kimmy, cumming on your fingers while your husband breeds another woman, you can’t fucking help yourself, oh thank god for you Kim, you’ve given me so much and you’re gonna give me so much more … Oh fuck, do you want to stop? Tell David to stop, oh I dare you to fucking do it, I want to see it happen, I want to see your face when he ignores you … No? You’re not gonna do it? Then fucking thank me! Thank me for fixing your marriage, for giving your husband what you couldn’t…”
Automatically, I tried. “Ohhh, th- … oh my god, thank y- … thank you, M-m…–”
“Good girl, Kimmy, good girl, you’re such a good girl, when this works we’re gonna replace that necklace with a fucking dog collar, you’re gonna be my happy little bitch, gonna live on your knees for real, gonna … OH FUCK, oh fuck it’s coming! Kimmy he’s gon-AH! AHHIYEE!”
Mia came; her whole body shook on top of me and she bit down on my neck hard enough to draw blood. The pain shot through me and it was like pouring rocket fuel on a fire; I’d never been that kind of masochist, but this was too perfect. My final orgasm of the night flared up and took me by surprise. I tried to form words, to announce it to the world, but all I could manage were shrieks and nonsense syllables.
I came back to Earth to the sound of my old marriage being paved over. The wet, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh grew ever faster, louder; David filled our ears with those urgent, determined growls which we both knew heralded his ultimate rapture; Mia, still delirious from her own orgasm, urged him on.
“… Yes, baby! Ohh do it, I want it, fucking fill me up, fill up your girl, David … oooooh do it! Cum in me! Oh god KNOCK ME UP, knock me up in front of her, it’s time, it’s time…”
She flung her hand backwards and landed it on his hip, spurring him on to finish what he’d started. What I’d started. Below her, I could do nothing but whimper in rapt attention; I folded my arms around her and squeezed, holding on for dear life, desperate to bring myself as close as could be to the center of the action. Finally, the dam broke.
“Mia! ARRGHHH FUCK! TAKE IT! Fucking take it…” David slammed into Mia one last time and held. She kept her ass angled up, her shoulders pressed down upon mine. I heard a happy, almost giggly whimper right next to my ear as Mia felt the warm, wet, twitching sensation against her cervix. I heard my husband let out a loud sigh, the audible release of a whole evening’s tension. I also heard my own voice in the background, muttering “oh my god, oh my god” like a mantra.
We stayed like that for a minute. Finally Mia lifted her head and I saw her, ragged but deliriously happy. We locked eyes for the briefest of moments before she turned her head around and met David above me for a heated kiss. When it broke they held the pose: Mia’s lithesome body twisted around to stare at my powerfully built husband, her arm held up at an angle to hold the side of his face — it looked like a baroque sculpture sitting on my lap, like I ought to have purchased a ticket for the privilege of gazing upon their love. Not for the first time that evening, I felt like a trespasser.
Gravity finally overtook them; the pair collapsed on the bed beside me, panting and joyful, with Mia between myself and David. I turned my head and watched them, content to bask in their unmitigated bliss.
After perhaps 20 seconds, a thought occurred. I didn’t weigh it; I didn’t judge it kindly or harshly. It simply carried everything before it and was realized at once. I grabbed one of the pillows beneath my head and slid down the mattress. I knelt, and touched my hand to Mia’s tired thigh.
“Lift up,” I whispered. Mia instantly complied, pulling her knees up towards her chest and lifting her rear off the bed. My breath was ragged but my hands were steady — I wedged the pillow beneath her shapely ass and saw Mia relax somewhat, letting the cushion support her raised hips … letting gravity do its heady work on the seed within. Mia was beaming now.
“Good girl, Kimmy!” She said it with such pride, as you might to a small child who cleaned her room without being told. Not wanting to move from her spot, she lifted her foot and tenderly rubbed it against my cheek. Somehow it felt like a lover’s embrace.
Unable to resist, my eyes were drawn to the space between her legs. My pulse quickened at the sight: Mia’s pussy was a ruin. Her normally delicate folds were now an angry & swollen red, proof positive of the depravity I’d just witnessed. And there was cum everywhere — smeared across her inner lips and her outer lips, covering her clit, trickling down to the crack of her ass … and God knows how much of it inside, percolating into the heart of the womb where, I now felt certain, lay a vulnerable egg, eagerly waiting to be ravished.
Mia saw me staring. “Mmmm, Kimmy,” she began. Her eyes were lidded and she slurred her words like she’d been fucked into inebriation. “You want me to sit on yer face? Wanna suck all of your husband’s load right outta me? I know how much you love that. Well … Mmmm-haha … you can’t have it. But…” She hooked foot around the back of neck and nudged me forward. “… why don’t you clean me off like a good girl. Just the outside, Kimmy, just the outside…”
I wafted down gratefully. When I reached my prize I worked my tongue up and down her flawless skin, starting from the edges of the area and working my way in. I dove into her crack and licked straight up, stopping just short of her opening, collecting my husband’s fertile spend on my tongue as I went. At some point I realized I could hear kissing above me, but I didn’t want to look this time. Instead I reached Mia’s clit and latched on, sucking the gooey streaks of cum from around her button, and circling it with my tongue the way I’d been taught. Mia rewarded me with a happy, lazy moan.
“Mmmm … you marvelous pervert, you’re gonna make me cum again,” she said. And then, to David, “She’s doing it, honey. Oooh, she’s so good — I think we’ll keep her, heheh.” All I heard of that was the praise, and I loved it. When Mia peaked a couple minutes later it was a gentle, leisurely orgasm. A palette cleanser. I lifted my head from between her thighs and looked at the happy couple snuggling in front of me. They’ll want to be alone tonight, I thought.
They noticed me watching them and smiled. Before I could come up with a graceful way to say goodnight, Mia patted the space next to her, on the side opposite David. Thank god. I was exhausted in every sense of the word; all I wanted was to curl up in bed next to a warm body.
We three laid there — Mia in the middle, her hips still propped up by my pillow, being cuddled by … whatever we were to her. Family, I suppose. I hope.
Mia just lay there, luxuriating in our affections. David & I curled up by her sides, planting kisses on her shoulders, and ever-so-gently ran our hands along her body, as if trying to convince ourselves she was real. When our hands happened to meet over her belly they instinctively joined together, fingers interlocking. I peered across Mia’s serene form at my husband, and our eyes met. He winked at me, which brought a smile. David looked so happy, pure bone-deep contentment radiating from every pore. I guess that makes sense. I wondered what I looked like to him.
We just stayed like that for a long time, staring into each other’s souls from either side of the tsunami we’d invited into our lives. Eventually David began to drift off. I felt his hand go limp and used my own to hold it in place along mine, lying atop Mia’s stomach.
Mia’s breathing became regular and I knew she was out as well. For a while I just watched the two of them. I felt a deep sleep coming for me and rested my head on Mia’s shoulder. We’ll be ok, I told myself, we’ll be ok…
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Thanks for reading! If you liked it, if you have any thoughts, please let me know by voting and/or commenting– feedback is surprisingly important, and I’ll try to respond to questions and such in the comments. A third installment in this series seems unlikely, but you never know — I had no intention of writing this one after the first story. I’m still working on Part 2 of “82 Nights,” as well as a new cuckold/cheating story.
Questions for discussion: How does all this turn out? Can Mia be trusted? Did she really sabotage Kim’s shot at conception, or was that just more role-play? Is Kim exploring an extreme humiliation kink in the safety of people who really care about her, or is she being pushed aside by a manipulator? I’d be curious to know what people think. (Like Kim, I’m not 100% certain either way.)