Monday, June 24, 2019

Meetings




He had the two of us over for dinner on a Saturday; it was the second meeting between the three of us-the first was coffee to get to know one another to see if there was chemistry between my wife and me and him. This one was supposed to be a relaxing, no pressure dinner, but he took charge from the moment the two of us arrived.

When he opened the door, he glanced at his watch, smiled, invited us in. "There's a bottle of wine in the kitchen," he told me, "could you please bring it and three glasses and join your wife and me in living room." He nodded to his side.

I was immediately nervous as I hadn't anticipated leaving them alone so quickly. But while his actual words were a request, the tone in his voice suggested a command. But when I came into the living room with the wine, I felt relieved to see them sitting on opposite couches just chatting.

"Thank you," he said with a disarming smile, "go ahead."

I poured three glasses of wine, handed one to my wife, one to him, then sat with the third next to my wife, putting my hand on her leg as if trying to claim her.

"Ashley, we need to discuss something before we discuss anything else," he said sipping his wine.

"W...what?" my wife asked.

"Respect," he said.

"R...respect?" I interrupted. He narrowed his eyes, obviously displeased I'd spoken. "S...sorry," I said to his nod.

"Respect," he repeated, looking back at Ashley. "I told you to be here seven."

"We...we were," Ashley said, glancing at me. We'd discussed that earlier, the importance of being on time.

"7:01," he said; I thought of him checking his watch. "I said seven. Not one after, not five minutes before. Respect is doing what I ask, no more, no less."

"It was...it was my fault," I said, defending my wife, though really it was hers, she'd stepped back into the house to get her phone.

"Fault isn't the issue, Paul," he said looking at me, "the issue is respect. I told Ashley to be here at seven, it doesn't matter why she wasn't, but she wasn't. We're going to establish this here, now, tonight."

"I...I'm sorry," Ashley said, looking down.

I glanced at her, saw her red face, knew it wasn't just shame, but excitement, too.

He nodded. "We agree, correct, as we discussed, the power dynamic in any relationship we have?"

"Y...yes," Ashley said softly, her face reddening more.

"Paul?"

"Yes," I said.

"I apologize in advance, I'd hoped to wait a bit, but we may as well establish this now there are consequences for disrespect."

"You...you want us to leave?" I asked, a sinking feeling in my stomach, feeling Ashley's leg shake.

"Leave? No, Paul, I most certainly do not want the two of you to leave," he said. "You two will fail from time to time, it's to be expected, but it's also a teaching moment. Actions have consequences."

"I don't understand," I said.

"Ashley, I want you over here," he said, motioning her with a finger, "lift your skirt up and lie across my lap."

I saw Ashley's eyes go wide, didn't understand at first. "W...why?" I asked.

"Because wives that are disrespectful get punished," he said.

"You...you're going to spank her?" I asked, jaw slack as I understood his intention, "I thought...I thought this was just dinner?"

"It's just dinner in that there was no expectation of sex tonight, Paul; I'm going to spank her now, not fuck her."

"But..."

"Paul," Ashley said softly, "it...it's okay."

"But he...he's going to..."

She leaned over, whispered in my ear. "Isn't this everything we wanted?"

"Yea, but..."

"It's okay, Paul," she said, standing.

He was watching us, sipping his wine, a knowing grin on his face. Ashley stood, leaned down, kissed me softly on the lips, walked around the table towards him. She reached down, lifted her skirt, exposing her bare legs, her ass, all but bare because of the thong she was wearing.

"You're not wearing hose," he noted.

"Hose?"

"Stocking, Ashley. The panties are cute, but I expect full, proper lingerie-that means a matching bra and panty set and a garter belt and stockings."

"I...I'm sorry," she said, looking at me.

"I assume you prefer her in lingerie as well?" he asked me.

"Of...of course."

"I assume you ask her to all the time?"

"Yes, but..." I stopped.

"But she doesn't, does she? She does only when she wants."

"Yes," I looked down, ashamed he seemed to know us so well.

"That's the difference between us in a nutshell, Paul. She does what she wants with you, she'll do what I want with me. Are we clear on that, Ashley? Any questions?"

"No...no Sir," she said in a whisper.

"We're not clear?"

"No, I mean...we're clear," she corrected. "I don't have any questions..."

"What?" he asked.

"I don't have...I mean..."

"The two of you can go shopping," he said, "make a date night out of it."

That was something he talked about at our first meeting-if we got involved with him, the importance of the two of us having time together to do things as a couple. "I...I think that would be nice," she said looking at me for approval.

"I...I'd like that," I said, not sure how the words came from my mouth.

"It's fairly easy, Paul," he said, "we seem to have similar tastes in pretty women. Just pick out things you'd like to see her in, things you fantasized about her wearing but that she'd never agree to. Here's your chance."

"Across my lap, Ashley," he said to her, eyes locked on me, silently showing me who, from the beginning, controlled things.

Ashley did as he instructed and he didn't hesitate, he held her with one arm, and spanked her bare ass, five slow, methodical smacks on one cheek, five on the other, then repeating for twenty spanks. She squirmed with each blow, gasping, even moaning, rubbing herself onto him.

When he finished, he left his hand on her left cheek, his fingers resting casually on the fabric of her thong. She was still squirming, slowly, almost inside herself, oblivious to both of us. He looked at me, a grin on his face, and I realized with her squirming, his fingers had worked themselves between her ass cheeks and between her legs and must be pressed against her pussy.

"Soaked," he mouthed to me, "fucking soaked."

"You're not getting fucked tonight, Ashley, I don't care how hot you get or how much you beg; I promised him."

I wanted to say something, was shocked I wanted beg. I watched her lift her ass up, towards him, moan slightly as she forced his hand to rub against her. "Jesus, she's incorrigible," he said watching me.

I stared. Sex between us was nothing like this; in reality, it was mostly me getting her drunk or begging and her relenting. Yet here she was, the second time we'd seen this man, on his lap, rubbing against him like a dog in heat. "Sorry, I'm sure you're not used to this," he said, reading my mind. "It's just one of those things, how women respond to men. I mean, real men."

"I...I know," I said looking down.

"Not tonight, Ashley," he said, pulling his hand up and gently pushing her off his lap onto the floor.

I saw the hunger in her eyes, the desire, the need. The spanking had an effect on him as well as her and it was obvious he had an erection. Ashley was staring at it, watching it like it was the only thing in the world.

"Assume you don't get that response, either," he said to me.

"N...no," I said, if anything, it was the opposite as she rarely if ever did that to me.

"It's how a woman responds to a firm man," he said to me, looked down at her. "Go ahead."

She didn't look back at me for permission, she didn't act like she even remembered I was there. Instead, acting like she was starved, she quickly undid his pants, took out his large, thick, erect cock, and started giving him a blowjob that would make a porn star proud.


"An A for effort," he said leaning back, "but you need some practice. Which you'll get."

I just sat there, an erection in my own pants, and watched my wife give another man the most erotic blowjob I'd ever seen. Suddenly he tensed, grabbed her head, fucked her mouth. He exploded and she tried to take him, tried to swallow all of it, but couldn't there was just too much.


She tried, though, even made up for it, continuing to suck and lick him until she cleaned up and swallowed all his cum. He watched me while she did it, watched my reaction to seeing my wife give him a blowjob, my reaction to seeing her now only swallow his cum, but seemingly enjoying it, needing it, loving it.

We ate dinner, one very satisfied man and one very sexually frustrated, but throughly submissive couple.

6 comments:

  1. Very nice sara! Are you relating the beginnings of a new relationship for Emily and you, or just voicing your unrequited desires?

    In either case, best withes.

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  2. Totally unrequited desires (though very mutual). She's not quite 4 months post baby and breastfeeding; we've talked about a year (that is, March), or, if we can't wait that long, the end of the year. We both miss it.

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  3. Very hot snippet - we've missed your stories :-)
    My wife and I are just starting down this route so full of excitement and also trepidation

    Sissy Deni xxx

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  4. Wow, such a hot story! The line "Isn't this everything we wanted?" is so good.

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