He got more lotion in his hands, warming it before he started on Vanessa’s other foot. As he did, she moved her first foot out of the way, bending her knee, pulling her foot back to rest it on the couch beside his hip. Glancing up, Dennis felt his eyes go wide. Her legs were open enough that he had a clear view of Vanessa’s pussy; her beautiful, clean shaven pussy. He stared, unable to stop himself. Her labia were full and dark. The folds were distended with a large clit nestled at the top, fully out of its hood. The lips were glistening, and slightly parted, revealing that she was wet.
“Ah, hm,” Vanessa said with a broad smile. “Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”
Dennis realized he’d stopped rubbing her foot. Instantly he resumed his massage before glancing over at Nancy. He was sure she could see exactly what he’d been staring at, but she was just smiling at him.
“Nancy, Dennis has been so good, massaging my feet tonight, don’t you think he deserves a reward?”
Nancy nodded, her smile fading slightly.
“Come over here and give him his reward for being so good tonight,” Vanessa said, her voice authoritative, but calm.
Nancy stood. Dennis pursed his brow. What reward? It was like Nancy had known this request was coming; knew what was expected of her. She woodenly walked the short distance to stand in front of him, moving the coffee table out of the way with one hand. Dennis watched as she stepped between his legs. Vanessa, now with both feet on the couch beside him, knees bent, pussy on full display, tugged one of the couch pillows from beside her, tossing it to the floor in front of his wife. Without a word, Nancy knelt with her knees on the pillow. She reached toward him, grabbing the elastic band of his sweat pants.
Grabbing her hands, Dennis felt his eyes go wide. “What are you doing, Nancy? What is going on here.”
Nancy looked up at him, her mouth open, eyes wide. She looked at him for just a moment then turned to Vanessa.
“Tell him, pet,” Vanessa said firmly.
“Did you just call her ‘pet’? What the …”
“Yes, I called her pet. If you will shut up and listen, we’ll tell you what is going on, although, I think from your body language, you’ve guessed most of it already. Before I let her talk, I will tell you this. Your wife has not cheated on you. Would not cheat on you. She is deeply, desperately in love with you and nothing that happens tonight or in the future will change that. If after hearing your wife out, you want me to go, I’ll get dressed and you’ll never see me again, but that decision will cost you. Your wife needs what we are going to show you tonight. Although she loves you with all her heart, she needs this, and eventually, if that need is denied, she will become desperate enough to do something about that need without you.” Vanessa paused, her eyes boring into Dennis until he felt she was seeing his very soul.
He looked down at his wife. She’d been silent through Vanessa’s speech. She looked at him, tears brimming in her eyes, her hands still under his at his waist. He didn’t say anything. Now he knew, looking into her face, that she’d discovered her submissive side.
“I need this, babe. I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you, but how do you tell your husband of twenty-four years, that you need to be dominated. I’ve known for a while, but at first I pushed it down. I repressed this part, and our sex life suffered because of it. I’m so sorry for that. I wish I’d been strong enough to tell you, but I wasn’t. Then, a year ago, I met Vanessa. We became friends first. She just seemed to know me. She never made me do anything, well not at first, but we talked about it, about me being submissive. She knew what I was feeling. The need I had to be dominated. We started doing roleplay, not sexual, just her lightly dominating me. You know, kinda bossing me, but not really, but telling me what to do, and I’d do it. It was pretty innocent at first, but then she started telling me to do things with you. You know, ambush you in the laundry room and suck your cock, or let you fuck me in the dining room with the curtains open.”
“That was you telling her to do those things?” Dennis asked Vanessa.
“Yes, and much more.” Vanessa smiled.
Nancy nodded. “She also started telling me how to dress. You seemed to really like my new style.”
Dennis’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t interrupt again.
“Finally, we cooked up this plan to have Vanessa move in,” Nancy said looking at Dennis. “She and I haven’t made love, but I want to. I need to have her dominate me fully. But I won’t do it without you. You have to be a part of it.”
“I’m not submissive,” Dennis stated flatly, his eyes moving to Vanessa.
With a laugh, Vanessa shook her head. “No. I believe you. In fact when I started to get to know you better tonight, I wondered why you hadn’t been dominating Nancy for years. You have that presence.”
“I thought Nancy had a submissive streak, but I love her very much. I didn’t want to have misread how strong it was and lose her. Now I see, I did misread it, but the other way. What I want to know is,” he paused and looked at his wife, “have I already lost her?”