The Willing Slave of her Master and Husband E-Book

Nancy Williams

• Herausgeber: Der Neue Morgen - UW2
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 122

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

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My name is Ruby, I am forty-seven years old. My family life has been what you might call 'normal'. Our children are now out of the house. My husband Dylan knew from the first day what was in me: a submissive woman, even a real slave. I liked to surrender, loved it when he directed the destiny of our relationship. And it turned me on even more when I could serve him sexually. One day Dylan started to make me bit by bit his slave, his marriage whore. I needed daily satisfaction. No matter if with him or with other men. No matter if with a man alone or at a gangbang.... Also the girlfriend of his best buddy was introduced by us into the world of service and obedience...

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The Willing Slave of her Master and Husband

A Hard EroticSlave Story

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Nancy Williams

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The Willing Slave of her Master and Husband

The Willing Slave of her Master and Husband

My name is Ruby, I am forty-seven years old. Our children are out of the house. And soon I will celebrate my silver wedding anniversary with my husband Dylan.

Even when I first met my husband I was devoted to him. I loved it when he took the helm. We discussed important decisions together, but in the end he decided what should happen. I was always happy and loved my husband more than anything.

As in most marriages, boredom had set in at some point. In bed, my husband was very inventive. Again and again he surprised me with new games. But somehow we increasingly had the feeling that we were missing something.

Since our first time he determined how, when and where our sex life took place. If I had no particular desire, he simply took me. A few strokes on the butt always made me on and immediately compliant. For me, it was nothing special, it was normal for me. And honestly, I loved it.

One evening my husband asked me to put on sexy lingerie. He wanted to do something with me. Of course I did him the favor. We got into the car. A short time later, I found myself in a swingers club for the first time.

*

We were received very nicely. The rules were explained to us. A guest showed us around the place. Everywhere couples were busy with themselves on the mats. Over a trestle lay a woman who let herself be fucked by at least ten men. Again and again men joined in, some also moved away. The guest guiding us explained that everything happened here voluntarily. According to the motto "Everything can, nothing must." It was a mystery to me which woman voluntarily surrendered to a gang bang, but she seemed to like it.

Back at the bar, the first contacts were quickly made. Soon we struck up a conversation with a couple. I hadn't slept with another man since my marriage. To be honest, I didn't want to today either. My husband, however, saw it differently.

"Come on! We'll go to the mat and then show him what a horny woman you are."

Did he really want that? Did my husband want me to be fucked by someone else? He had decided and we went to the mats. A free place was quickly found. Our new acquaintance began to free me from my scanty clothing.

Tenderly he occupied himself with my body. I became horny and began to work his cock as if I were remote controlled. First with a fearful look to Dylan, then increasingly courageous. He began to lick me. His tongue danced on my clit, as did mine on his glans.

We were soon so horny that it was almost a release when he finally pushed his cock into my pussy. With long hard thrusts he worked my hole. At the same time I could watch how my husband fucked the strange woman.

To be fucked and at the same time watch my own husband having sex was too much for me. I closed my eyes and gave myself to my horny feelings. Quickly, peeping Toms found themselves watching the horny hustle and bustle jerking off. My stabber beckoned two of the men, who also immediately engaged with us women. This was new for me, to be fucked while I blew another cock. That both men were completely unknown to me increased my horniness at that moment.

After our men had filled their condoms well, the two summoned men took our holes before. What an experience. I had never been fucked by more than one man. I felt good and desired. Or was I just the redeeming hole for them?

I did not care about anything in the meantime. I was horny and wanted to be fucked. Both men filled their condom with loud moans.

My Dylan had watched the goings-on smiling. He was proud of me, that was clear from his look. We went to shower and met again at the bar.

"Hey Dylan, your wife is a horny cunt. Why have you kept her from us swingers for so long? I hope we meet more often."

Some single men joined us. I got clear requests, but hesitated to accept them. What should my Dylan think of me?

He watched the whole thing with a smile.

"Pick out some and get what you need," Dylan whispered in my ear.

Did he really want me to fuck other men? But if that's what he wanted, then I guess that's how it should be. I chose two of the men, took them by the hand. The three of us left the bar.

The whole thing had not gone unnoticed. Some peeping toms followed us.

*

I enjoyed being pampered intensely. The men were very tender and took care of every millimeter of my skin. Full of anticipation, I put the condoms over them. Immediately they took possession of my hole. I knelt on the mat and now had a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth. The more intensely I was fucked, the more passionately my tongue danced. After some time, the men swap and I tasted my own cunt juice on the condom for the first time.

Another man joined me. He lay down under me and worked my clit with his tongue. Oh, how cool was that? I could not stop myself at all and now screamed out my horniness.

After all three men had sufficiently fucked my holes and filled their condoms, we cuddled some more before we went to shower.

"Well my sweetie, how did you like your evening?"

"Dearest, I have never experienced anything so horny. I wish we could make visits like this more often. Of course, if you don't mind me getting fucked by other men," I added quickly.

I loved my husband and didn't want to cheat on him. He should also not have the feeling he would no longer be enough for me. But the evening was just horny.

*

The days went by. The evening in the swingers I can’t get out of my head. What had moved my husband to go there with me? At dinner I wanted to ask him.

"Dearest, why did we go to that club last weekend?"

"Sweetie, you know I like to come up with something new for you. I came across this swingers club on the internet. I thought you might like it. And indeed, I was right. You were just horny, downright cock-hungry. I liked that. That's why we're going there again on Saturday. You can already think about what you want to wear. I'm sure you won't wear it for long, but choose something nice."

Restless times lay ahead of me. Again and again I imagined how the evening would go. Even the thought of the coming Saturday made me wet.

*

Finally it was time. Dylan and I showered. Gently he soaped me. Special care he devoted to my pussy. Gently he pushed a finger into my hole. My excitement grew and I had only one thought, I wanted to be fucked. Dylan seemed to notice what was going on in me. With a kiss and a slap on the butt he finished his caresses and left the shower. Soon we were sitting in the car and my excitement grew.

*

We reached the club and were greeted joyfully by the club owners. What I did not know: Dylan had registered us on the Internet, so some of my stabbers from last weekend were also present again. They immediately welcomed me joyfully.

"Nice that you are back again! Ready to let your pussy purr?"

"Yes, but first I'd like some champagne."

I got that immediately, of course. Slightly elated, I enjoyed the attention of the gentlemen. So it did not take long until I went with three of them in the direction of the mats. My husband Dylan saw it and smiled at me.

"Have fun my darling."

The men led me into a darkened room in which there was a gynecological chair. I only knew it from my gynecologist and didn't like it very much. It was always a strange feeling to present my femininity so directly and to be somehow helplessly at the mercy.

I quickly got rid of my few clothes. One of the men helped me onto the chair and spread my legs, which he also immediately tightened on the shells. Now I felt more helpless and at the mercy of the men than ever before in my life.

A tongue danced on my clit. My horniness quickly triumphed over my helplessness. A cock was shoved into each hand, which I was only too happy to work on.

"The cunt is already quite wet now. I think she wants to be taken hard today. After all, her husband has written that she is submissive."

What? Dylan had written on the Internet that I was submissive? I'm not a slave? What does this bastard actually think? I didn't get any further in my thoughts, my horniness wiped all my thoughts out of my head. I was filled. Filled with at least three fingers that worked deeply and firmly on my pussy. A cock was pushed into my mouth. Greedily I began to lick it. My tongue danced wildly on the glans.

"This cunt is so greedy that I'm about to shoot my sauce down her throat."

Quickly I tried to prevent sperm from being injected into my mouth by moving my head. I had never swallowed sperm and did not want to start today. However, a hard grip in my hair prevented any movement. The cock was deep in my throat. One more millimeter and I would have thrown up.

Deeply he fucked my mouth. That's when it happened. With a loud deep growl he shot his whole load down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow his cum.

"The cunt actually swallowed dutifully. Your husband didn't promise us too much."

In the meantime, my licker had sunk his cock deep into my hole. Demandingly he thrust into me. Horny, I began to moan. I began to enjoy the play of the men. They simply took possession of me. Did with me what they liked. And I enjoyed it.

Again and again I gave sharp horny cries from me. The number of peeping toms became larger. I also saw my husband standing smiling leaning against the door frame. He watched as the men made me a will-less fuck. If one of the men had poured in or on me he was immediately replaced by one of the standing around.

I was fully occupied. With my hands I worked on cocks, one was in my mouth and one in my cunt. The overview I had long since lost. Hands worked my tits and my clit. One stuck two fingers in my ass and fucked me extensively. My ass was still virgin, but I feared that this would end that evening.

Dylan watched the goings-on from the doorway.

As if through a horny smokescreen, I heard comments like: "Your whore is great. You should deliver the submissive piece to us more often."

At some point, even the last of the men present was served. So now I lay there. Tied down on the gyn chair, countless loads of sperm on my belly and tits and at least twenty well-filled condoms in the trash can. How many loads I had swallowed I did not know.

Dylan came to me: "Well my darling, had fun? You look so really dirty. Go take a shower and then come to me at the bar."

With that he untied me and disappeared towards the bar. He just left me there. I felt dirty and used. Why had he allowed me to be fucked by so many men? I picked up my underwear and disappeared into the large communal shower. The sperm, already partially dried, came off my body with corresponding difficulty. But the warm water let my spirits awaken again.

*

So refreshed I reached the bar. As I entered I heard loud applause. Dylan took me proudly in his arms and ordered me a champagne. I had earned it. Even the women present praised me for my courage to let so many men fuck me.

Masses of men were having fun with me and Dylan had allowed it? With a nasty look I stared in my husbands eyes.

"Dear, didn't you like it? You are such a horny woman. You love sex, so I came up with the idea of giving you as much sex as you could handle. That there would be so many men, I did not suspect from the beginning, of course. But be honest, couldn't there have been a few more? Or was the last one too much for you?"

Oh Lord, he was right. I had enjoyed every cock. Each in its own way. The hard thrusts against my womb, the thick ones that made me dilate, and the ones that had squirted big loads of thick cum into my mouth.

"Yes, I enjoyed it. And if it is your wish to release me again, I will be only too happy to obey."

A loud yelp filled the room. The men present were excited.

"Come on, give her to us again. We want to kick her ass. Unfortunately, you didn't allow us to do that. But your submissive bitch does what you say."

The gentlemen saw me only as fuck meat. Did I like that? I hesitated with the answer. But yes, I suddenly felt comfortable in this role. If my husband wished it, I would hand myself over again at any time. Dylan looked after me, after all. Had he not forbidden to fuck my ass? What if he lifted the ban?

"Dear, where are you with your thoughts, come, let's go eat something. I think you could use a pick-me-up before we go any further."

*

Before we go on? What else did Dylan have planned for me? As if he could read my thoughts, he took me by the hand with a smile and we went to the buffet. The food was excellent and only now did I realize how hungry I actually was. During the meal we talked about trivial things. I avoided asking Dylan what else he had planned for me, although this question was smoldering inside me.

He seemed to have noticed it. When we put the plates away, he took me tenderly in his arms.

„Ask me what you wanted to ask me all the time. I know what's on your mind. You mustn't forget, we've been together for a very long time."

"Dylan, what else do you have planned for me today? You made such an allusion earlier."

"Sweetie, you know I love you more than anything and only want you to be happy. Are you happy?"

A quiet "yes" was all I could say.