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Ever since you were a young, you dreampt of the perfect wedding and an exciting honeymoon after with the man of your dreams.

During college, you found that man. He was strong, kind, and popular. A true alpha man, who would go out of his way to help others.

Also during college, you met your best friend. She had been your roomie freshmen year, and she helped your feel at peace on campus. Outgoing, kind, dominate, she brought you to all the parties, helped you meet new people.

She's the one who introduced you to your future husband. She's also the one who was now laying with him in your wedding bed.

It's hard to explain to others, but your best friend exuded this natural dominance that drew you to her. Her words felt like law, and so throughout your time in college, she would begin to taste what she could get you to do.

On morning where she had a hangover, you'd go to her classes and take notes for her.

On nights where she wanted to party, you'd stay in and do her homework.

When she came home, she'd pat you on the head and say "Good girl. You're the best."

Her praise felt like a drug. Some nights, you'd both go out to party, but you'd always end up as the designated driver.

One night, as you were getting ready for a date with your boyfriend, she asked the question that would seal your fate.

"Babe, would you care if I slept with your boyfriend?"

"What?" You were shocked and a little offended, but, deep down, you were also very intrigued. "Yes, I'd care." The seed had been planted though.

One night, while near the end of junior year, she walked in on you while you were giving him a bj. She smiled and called you lovebirds. You loved him yes, with your whole heart.

"Hey, Jake." You stuttered as you pulled away. "If Jasmine is okay with it, would you want both of us to..."

"Sure" He said smiling. "But are you really okay with that?" He said, running his fingers through your hair.

You nodded. Jasmine slowly walked over. At first, the both of you began by taking turns. However, it slowly became the Jasmine show. Jake just seemed so much more excited as she went to work on him, so you slowly began to just watch.

Jasmine became a mainstay in your relationship. It never went to far, she always respected your limits. However, after you all graduated, she became busy. Between work and her own relationship, she rarely had time to drop by.

One day, as the two of you were catching up for coffee, Jasmine was talking about how difficult keeping up with everything was. She missed hanging as often as they used to, but working full time in NYC and keeping her apartment clean left her with so little freetime.

"I... I can clean for you."

"What?"

"I mean... When we lived together in college, I always kept the place clean."

"But, you have a job, and a fiance. How would you have the time?"

"We could... You know, merge it all together." Watching her and your boyfriend be together in college was the most excited you had ever been. The feeling of watching another women... No, watching your best-friend please your boyfriend while you watched was the greatest feeling in the world. You hadn't felt that level of excitement since. "You know, back in college, when you asked me if you could sleep with my boyfriend, I thought the idea was crazy... But now... I think you should."

"What???"

"We could all have dinner, catch up like the old days, and than after, I can clean for you while you two get to have fun."

"Babe," she said smiling. "You understand what you asking me to do, right?"

"Yes." You gulped. "Yes I am."

"Fine, but if we're going to do this I have some conditions. This isn't going to be like in college."

"Conditions?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"1st: You are not allowed to touch your fiance without my permission.

2nd: From this point on, you refer to me as Miss Jasmine or ma'am."

"Why?"

"Because, babe, while your my best friend, we need it to be clear whose in charge. Also, don't interrupt me while I'm speaking."

"Sorry."

She stared out you.

"Sorry, Miss Jasmine."

"Good girl." She smiled, and you felt warm on the inside. "3rd, while your cleaning, I want you to wear a maid uniform."

Your lips parted for a moment as you were prepared to contest that condition. You had been raised in the lap of luxury and were close to securing a well paying job. A maid uniform would be beneath you, but as Miss Jasmine raised her eye brow any and all defiance died on your tongue.

"Anything else, Miss Jasmine."

"No, I don't think so."

"So, when can we start?"

"When's your wedding?"

"In a month."

"Than, we start in a month." She said taking a sip of her tea. "I think it'll be so much more fun to take your man when he's your husband."

No words left you lips. You simply shock with excitement.

Alison

I had just graduated high school and started dating Alison, she had just finished her junior year. She was a cheerleader and very sexy. I would go to her house nearly every night. We would lye in bed together as closely as possible for hours, kissing and touching and talking and watching television. We would eventually have sex and I would go home. We would go out to dinner on special occasions and to all the family events together. 

After she graduated she went to university in Detroit, we lived in the suburbs of Detroit so it was a short drive to her school. She remained a cheer leader in U of D and lived on campus with her good friend in the dorms. 

I still lived with my parents and after her first year she stayed with me in my room for the summer. 

One night we were lying together in my bed, she was on top of me, fully clothed with her legs spread. She kissed me very nicely, it was wet and sexy. She stopped and looked in my eyes. She said she had something to tell me, I just looked in her eyes. Then she blurted out that she had sex with Michael. 

I asked her who Michael was and she told me he was a basket ball player on the team at the U.  I asked her when and she told me they did it a bunch of times. I started getting really angry and breathing heavily and she squeezed me and kissed my neck and ear and pushing herself into me. 

She whispered sorry and I love you in my ear as she kissed it. I asked her if she loved him and she said she loved him but not in the way she loved me. I asked her in what way does she love me and she said she loved me in a get married and have a family and live happily ever after kind of way. 

When I asked her how she loved him she whispered, “With him it was just sex…” in my ear and kept kissing my ear and my neck. I asked her if she liked having sex with him and again she whispered in my ear, “Yes I like having sex with him.” 

Me: Why do you like having sex with him?

Her: She whispered) he’s black,

Me: What does that mean?

Her: He’s got a big one, (she whispered as she humped me)

Me: Is bigger better?

Her: Yes, (she kissed my lips) much better

Me: What’s better about it?

Her: (She smiled) It gives me orgasms. 

Me: Do I give you orgasms?

Her: Sometimes

Me: Sometimes?

Her: Yes but with him I have multiple orgasms

Me: Every time?

Her: Yes, every time

Me: How many?

Her: Like four or five 

Me: You have four or five orgasms every time you have sex with him?

Her: (she laughed) yes

Me: So why don’t you marry him?

Her: Because I don’t love him, I love you.

Me: But I don’t give you five orgasms.

Her: No but I love you.

She started kissing my neck again and humping herself on me. 

Me: Where do you guys do it?

Her: In my dorm room or his. 

She got off me and laid next to me, she unzipped my pants and pulled it out and started slowly stroking it. 

Me: What are you doing? I thought you didn’t like having sex with me.

Her: (laughs) I like having sex with you, it makes me feel close to you. 

Me: But I don’t give you orgasms.

Her: No, not usually. 

She stopped stroking me, got bak on top of me and started kissing me again and grinding herself on me.

Me: You really hurt me.

Her: I’m sorry I hurt you. 

Me: Are you going to do it again?

She didn’t say anything, she just kept kissing me? 

Me: Are you going to stop?

She stopped kissing my lips, she gently kissed my ear and whispered, “I don’t want to stop having sex with him.”

Me: Then we can’t be together.

Her: Why not?

Me: I don’t like it.

Her: I think you do like it, (she whispered in my ear) I think you like that I am having sex with Michael. 

Me: I don’t like it. 

Her: You’re hard and you can’t stop humping me and throbbing, I can feel it. 

I started breathing hard and she whispered in my ear. 

Her: Grab my ass.

I grabbed and squeezed and pushed myself against her. 

Her: Picture Michael’s hands on my ass, squeeze my ass. 

I did.

Her: Oh yeah, you love it. 

Me: I don’t. 

Her: You’re so hard, I want you to picture his big cock in my hand, ohoooo I feel you throbbing. 

Me: No.

Her: Picture his big cock on my mouth. 

Me: I pulled her against me hard. 

Her: I think you are going to cum. (she whispered in my ear)

Me: I’m not going to cum.

Her: Picture his big cock sliding into and stretching my pussy.

I humped her hard and throbbed a bunch of times. She reached down with her had to see if I had cum on myself, it was dry. 

Her: You’re getting close. I want you to picture me screaming as I orgasm on his big cock. 

Me: What happens after you have an orgasm. 

Her: He doesn’t stop. He just keeps on pumping me hard. 

Me: And then what?

Her: Then I have another orgasm.

Me: Then what?

Her: He just keeps on going. 

Me: And you cum again?

Her: I do, over and over and over again. 

Me: Then what?

Her: Eventually he cums inside me, just like you do, only it’s a lot more cum.

Me: More cum.

Her: Yes, he cums like a fire hose, his first spurt is more than all of  your spurts put together and he spurts like 25 times. He fills me up and then he cums all over my ass or my tits and my face. You should see it.

Me: You want me to watch?

Her: Yes I do. You could jerk your little dick in the corner.

I squeezed her so hard I thought I broke her back, my cock started spurting more than it ever had over and over and over, I was grunting and squeezing. 

Her: Too bad you weren’t inside me, that was hot. 

Me: Oh my god. 

She laughed. 

Her: I’m sorry, I just made you cum telling you about Michael fucking me. 

Me: That’s not nice. 

Her: (Laughing) No it’s not but I am really happy. 

Me: Why is that?

Her: Because now I know you love that I’m having sex with Michael. 

Me: No I don’t!

Her: There’s a puddle of cum on your stomach that says you do. 

I was silent. 

Her: I love you. 

I was still silent. 

Her: Tell me you love me. 

I was still silent. 

Her: Say it. 

Me: I love you.

Her: Tell me you will never leave me. 

Me: I will never leave you. 

Her: Good boy. 

Me: Tell me you will never leave me.

She kissed me hard. “I will never, ever leave  you.”

She whispered in my ear, “I want  you to go down on me.”

I started pulling her up to me. 

Her: Wait, hold on. 

She took her pants and underwear off and slid her pussy in my cum puddle and moved it all around and then she crawled up to my face and grinded her self on my face until she came. 

She climbed back down and rested her head on my chest. Once she caught her breath she gave me a kiss and asked me if I was okay. 

Me: No secrets.

She hesitated. 

Me: No secrets.

Her: Okay, no secrets. 

Me: Nothing behind my back. 

Her: So you do want to watch. 

Me: I just need to know. 

Her: Okay. I’m going to text him. 

Me: I want to see it. 

Her: Okay. 

The text message looked like this;

Her: I told William about us

Michael: What did he say?

Her: He was angry but we talked it out

Michael: And?

Her: He’s okay with it

Michael: Good

Her: I think he might even watch

Michael: Fine with me. Did he cum?

Her: Yes

Michael: I told you

Her: You were right

Michael: I would have cum too if I were him

Her: yum

Michael: When can I see you again? Tonight?

Her: We are having dinner with his parents tonight, how about tomorrow?

Michael: How about after dinner?

Her: Tomorrow

Michael: Okay, my place, is he coming?

She looked at me and I nodded. 

Her: Yes

Michael: What time?

Her: 8?

Michael: See you then, 

Her: kissy

Michael: I might let him clean up my mess

Her: Yummy 

Me: What does that mean?

Her: It’s like what we just did.

Me: What do you mean?

Her: You go down on me.

Me: With his cum?

Her: Yes.

Me: No way!

Her: I think you might like it. 

Me: No way. Gross.

Her: I think you are going to like it. 

Me: I’m not doing that.

Her: What if it’s what I want?

Me: You want me to lick his cum from your pussy?

Her: Maybe

Me: I’m not doing that. 

Her: I do what you want, you should do what I want and the more we talk about it the more I think I want you to do it. 

I was silent. 

Her: You’re going to do it. 

I was still silent. 

Her: And you’re going to like it. 

I was still silent. 

Her: You are going to beg me for it. 

I started getting hard. 

Her: I am going to make you beg for it. 

She felt me getting hard. 

Her: See, I told you you would like it. Besides, Michael’s cum tastes good. You’ll see. 

I was silent. 

We jumped in the shower and got ready for dinner. 

That night in bed I could not keep my hands off her. I gave her an orgasm with my fingers and again with my tongue and again with my fingers. Then she started stroking me and put herself under me with her legs spread wide. She told me to she wanted me inside her so I slid it in her pussy. 

I started pumping her and she asked me if it was in and I said yes. She laughed and said, “Oh you’re so small compared to Michael I can’t even feel you.”

Her words brought me immediately to the edge and she could tell. 

Her: You like that don’t you?

Her: You like when I tease you don’t you Tiny?

That made me moan and thrust hard. 

Her: Come on Tiny, fuck me with that little dick! Harder! So I can feel it.

I came while she was saying that. I must not have lasted a minute. 

Her: (laughing) I can’t feel it did you cum?

Me: Yes

Her: Awe, you came so fast! 

Me: Yeah (breathing heavily)

Her: It’s a good thing you have fingers and a tongue. (she laughed)

Me: You don’t have to be so mean. 

Her: Oh but I do, it’s what turns you on. You love it. See? I give you what you need and want. 

Me: Thank you. 

Her: You’re welcome, now get that tongue down there. 

I went down on her and licked up my own cum until she came. 

The next night I drove us to Michael’s house. 

I was shaking when we entered his place, I expected him to be mean and degrading but he was very kind and empathetic. He shook my hand and then gave me a hug. He was very tall. 

Alison got us beers from the fridge and we all sat down on this L-shaped couch. I drank the beer very quickly and she got up to get me another one. 

I pick both! I will answer all and perform any dare!

#pigos #trust #entrefrangins

Mmmm…

The Talk

In order for this to work out, you need to agree to my conditions.

OK.

And I’ve already discussed this with your wife. She’s accepts all this as necessary.

OK, John, let’s hear it.

First off, you will only refer to me as “Sir.” Not by my name. You don’t get to use my name. Answers to my questions will be followed with “Sir” as will anything you say to me before I’ve spoken to you first. You will do this at all times in all situations regardless. Do you understand?

Yes.

What?

Uh, yes, Sir.

Better. This is important. We are not the same, you and I. We are not equal.

No, Sir. I understand.

Good. Next, your wife will keep the key to your chastity device as usual but you won’t be coming out as long as I’m in a relationship with her. I don’t want to be thinking about you jerking your little prick while she and I are together. I don’t care for how long that ends up being, but you’re staying locked up. She understands this is a deal breaker for me. Do you agree?

Yes, Sir.

What’s the longest time you’ve been locked up before now?

Uh…three weeks? I think. Sir.

This will be longer. Much longer. Naturally, you will have no sexual contact with your wife whatsoever absent my permission. You certainly will not be fucking her at all. I’ll never give you permission for that. You must acknowledge that this arrangement is a result of your being unable to truly satisfy her in the first place. Say it.

I…cannot adequately satisfy my wife sexually. Sir. She needs you for that.

And why can’t you?

I have a small penis and come too quickly, Sir.

That’s right. Of course, you will remain her husband. Signs of affection are allowed. Kissing and holding hands and the like. She still loves you and you her. I get that. But you’re giving up any right to have sexual relations with her. You are her husband, but I’m her lover. Understand?

Yes, Sir.

Your only opportunity to be sexual with her will be to occasionally clean my seed from her after we fuck. I may also require you to clean my cock. Having it in your mouth is the most efficient way for you to appreciate how superior it is to yours. To be honest, I think she’d rather not have you do these things — to be involved in our sex — but I’ve explained to her how important it is for your kind of male to smell our combined sex. To taste our mingled juices. To swallow it all down. For it to permeate your senses. It feeds a need in who you are. Isn’t that right? Your little prick is incredibly tight in its tube hearing me say these things, isn’t it?

Yes, Sir, it is.

Of course. After I allow you to eat what I leave in your wife and to feel for yourself how open her pussy is after I fuck her with my cock that won’t fit in your mouth, you will not clean your face until I tell you you can.

I understand, Sir.

That permission may not come for hours. Even days, especially at first. This is to help condition you for your new role.

Yes, Sir.

I goes without saying that you’ll have to be elsewhere when I sleep over. If I need to leave without staying the night, you can go back to your bed, but I have priority. I don’t care if you’re standing outside the door listening — in fact, I expect you will be — but you will not bother us unless I call you to eat what I leave in your wife’s pussy.

I won’t bother you, Sir.

As I said, I’ve already discussed this with your wife and she readily agreed to you having to abide by these conditions. How does that make you feel?

Sir?

How does it make you feel to know she’s enthusiastically agreeing to ending your sexual relationship? To taking me as her lover over you? Perhaps permanently?

Sir, it feels…complicated. Painful. Simultaneously hurt but also excited. Her pleasure has always been my first priority. I’ve felt bad for so long knowing she wasn’t getting everything she wanted. I’m so please we’ve found you and that you can provide her that. But I love my wife and will miss having sex with her. I will miss that closeness. That connectedness. Sir.

I understand. It’s important for you to accept that that part of your life is over. In truth, it shouldn’t ever have started. If you don’t, it will lead to resentment and anger and the end of this arrangement. Perhaps the end of your marriage. You will still be intimate with her, but only when I’m having you eat her pussy after I’ve finished fucking her. That is your version of sex now. That is how you will connect with her and her satisfaction. You’ll literally taste it by consuming the remains of my sex. You need to understand this isn’t punishment for your shortcomings. It’s a natural result of them. This is your place. The one you were naturally born to. Popular culture tells you you’re equal and have a right to be with her, but that’s not true. Not all men were create equally. In this way, you’re clearly inferior to me. Do you understand?

Yes, Sir, I do. I understand.

Finally, you need to know and acknowledge that this is not a game. I will not modify these requirements to suit you. To ease your pain or frustration. Those things won’t bother me. This will be done entirely by my rules or not at all and I will tolerate no insubordination from you. No attempt to circumvent my will. Say you acknowledge and agree with everything I’ve said so far.

I accept all your terms and requirements and will abide by them without question, Sir.

Good. Do you have anything else to say to me before I go fuck your wife?

Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much. For everything.

Excellent. You’re learning.

You’re picking up the check right…right?

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