Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2010 21:43:19 -0400
From: Thomas Waller <thmswllr@gmail.com>
Subject: What a Prick! Chapter 3

What a Prick!         (authoritarian, bisexual)

by Thomas Waller
CHAPTER 3

When David returned home from work the next day, Helen was still horny.  She
met him at the door with a tongue sucking kiss. She looked into his eyes and
whispered. "I've been on the internet all day, looking at bisexual videos.
I can't believe how incredibly worked up they make me.  Remember your
promise David. If you reneigh on this one I'll never fuck you again, I swear
it.  There's one you just have to see. The girl is French and talks about
always having this fantasy..."

She was positively ranting. David took her by the hand and lead her into the
kitchen. He made them both a drink and listened to her continue on about
various scenarios she had either viewed or imagined.  Her sexual arousal was
infectious and David was getting as randy as she was.

"Did you see Drew at the office? Did he say anything?" She asked.

"No, and no. He didn't even come in today.  I told you, the rest of us do
everything around there. He just gathers the rewards."

They ate quickly with Helen prodding David to hurry up, she had bookmarked
specific videos she wanted him to watch.  She was bouncing in anticipation
as they cleared the table.

To their surprise the doorbell rang as they were preparing to scoot
upstairs.  They were even more surprised to find Jean, Drew's wife, standing
on their doorstep. Jean is a startlingly attractive woman but seldom if ever
speaks. She stays one step behind Drew at all times and seems oblivious to
his flirting and advances.  She becomes almost invisible when Drew is
around.  Others at the office had remarked about her shyness and vacant
stare.  She was a long-legged beauty to be sure, but a non-entity.

"May I come in Helen, David?"

They were so stunned to see her that they had forgotten manners and
protocol.

"Yes, yes, certainly."  They both stammered.

They lead Jean into the sitting room and she settled gracefully into the
overstuffed armchair.  "I have come rather than Drew because of the delicacy
of the matter." She was both confident and direct.  Both Helen and David
were taken aback by her strength and assurance. This was not the mousy Jean
that they knew. This was some other Jean. "Drew has much to risk by what I
am about to propose.  If the offer is not accepted, he will refuse any
knowledge of our conversation. Just my ridiculous wife, going over the deep
end again."
She continued directly,  "You made a comment to Drew that together you would
do just about anything. Do you remember that Helen?"  Helen nodded her
recollection. "Drew and I are an unusual couple.  We are swingers, to put a
bland incomplete label on it.  Yet we are much more.  Drew is a natural
dominant while I am a submissive. I enjoy both mental and physical...
challenges, shall we say.  We are both interested in playing with the pair
of you.  We see and intuit that you Helen would enjoy taking control into
your hands and we believe that David is as much a sub as am I.  We would
dearly love to explore our tendencies and hopefully yours to the fullest.
Next Saturday I will prepare a dinner and if you show up you will have
decided to participate fully in our sexual world.  We are both bisexual and
live a Master/slave lifestyle within our home."

David and Helen sat stalk still, riveted to Jean's every word and trying to
process the information that she was so bluntly presenting.  They were
shocked by the situation and the revelation. They were even more shocked
when Jean stood up and crossed over to Helen.  She knelt before her and
bowed her long neck in blatantly submissive pose. She took Helen's hand in
both of hers and kissed the palm. "Thank you Misstress." She said. Then, she
stood up and strode out the front door.

David and Helen fell back into the couch with a Whoosh. "Holy fuck. Do you
believe that just happened?" David mused aloud.  Helen turned to look at
him. She was more rattled than David. She was completely lost in her
thoughts. "What about telling us what we are all about. Where the fuck did
that come from? Wow. I would never have suspected. She was so, so different
away from Drew. I couldn't believe she was the same..."

"They are absolutely correct." Helen broke into David's dialogue as if her
were not speaking. David stared.  I almost came instantly when she took that
pose, kissed my hand and called me Mistress.  A light came on for me.
That's why I love to torment you with sexual jealousy.  That's why I often
will bring you to the edge and then stop you from cumming.  When she did
that I ached to make her do things: do perverted, nasty things to me, to
you, to herself, to Drew.  A million images shot through my head. She stood
up and began pacing the floor excitedly. I wanted to make you both do
things. They are absolutely correct.  Yes, yes they are.  It's like I found
myself, bang, just then. She clapped her hands together. Just like that."
She continued to pace.

"Take it easy Helen. What about me being a sub like her. Come on now." He
laughed at the idea.

Helen did not stop her striding about the room.  "Think about it David.  My
teasing, no my tormenting you turns you on more than anything else we do.
You love to get jealous and picture me belittling you with another man.  You
want, and don't argue about this, you want another man to dominate you with
his cock. You want to suck him off and have him fuck your ass. You just
think about it. You want to submit as much as I want to force.  It all makes
sense. Look at your fucking cock already.  He never lies to me.  We are
going on Saturday night. We are both going to get everything we ever wanted.
No everything we need."

For the rest of the week, Helen and David fucked each other continuously.
There was not as much talking and fantasy play as in the past. It seems both
were focused on aspects of the upcoming meeting with Drew and Jean.

David would waver and question the sanity of such a meeting, at one time
seemingly excited and at others rejecting the whole idea and refusing to
discuss it. He would roll away from Helen and feign sleep.  She however
never budged. She was adamant about their going and would just go deaf to
any objections which David raised.

On Friday night Helen slipped into bed beside David and assumed her
favourite position: her hand round his cock and her legs wrapped around his
thigh. She began working his rampant dick. "I've been emailing Drew since
our surprise visit from Jean."

"What the fuck." Shouted David. He started to sit up. Helen grabbed his nuts
and cock with both hands. "Relax David and listen." She went back to jerking
on his prick and he lay back. "We plan to use and abuse both you and Jean.
You want it and we want it. You are going to experience every possible
combination which four people can imagine and you are going to be our sex
toy.  A jolt of excitement shot through David's cock at the use of the term
sex toy.  He involuntarily began pumping his ass at the images that it
conjured up.

"You like that don't you David. You liked being a sex toy for me and Drew.
We are going to make you do things, nasty, perverted, twisted things.  What
could you do? We forced you to do it. No responsibility. No taboos. They
made me do it." She pumped on his cock furiously as she planted the seed.
David began bucking and reeling as he came in gut wrenching torrents of cum.
"That's my good boy. We have nasty, nasty plans for you.  We will not
discuss this again. No more discussions, no more cumming till tomorrow
night. Now go to sleep."

Helen was true to her word and refused to even listen to any talk or comment
on the subject. She hummed and busied herself throughout the entire next
morning and afternoon.

Saturday evening found them outside Drew and Jean's sumptuous home. "Are you
sure about this..." David began to question her and she hoped out of the car
and fairly bound across the walk and to Drew's front door.

Drew and Jean came to the door dressed casually, he wore chinos and an
expensive cardigan and Jean was in a lose fitting summer dress. "We are both
so pleased and relieved to see the pair of you." Drew said. He kissed Helen
like a friend and shook David's hand. They were led into the living room and
Drew served drinks for all. He sat alone in a large chair and toasted the
occasion. "To us and our new relationship."

"Let's not be coy about this thing." He began after everyone drank the
toast. "I'm going to fuck Helen in front of you two. I hope you both find it
uncomfortable. Helen and I will enjoy each other immensely. We have been
speaking and I am aching to get at that body. I hear you have jealousy
issues David. That is tremendously arousing for me.  Jean is the same, do I
will have double the pleasure." He crossed the room and sat on Helen's right
with his arm around her shoulders. "You had better sit over there," he
nodded towards the sofa across from them. "You and Jean are just to watch."

"Go on David," Helen commanded. "Do as you are told." She turned towards
Drew. "I've been dreaming about this cock for ages." She reached her hand
over his thigh and traced the length of his cock, just as she loved to do to
David. David was amazed that she was acting the aggressor. "Haven't I David.
When David would touch my cunt or I would toy with his cock, I would use
your name Drew and pretend I was enjoying your thick prick. Does that turn
you on baby?"  She was wearing a red mini and a boat necked white jersey.
She crossed her leg over Drew's thigh and pressed her crotch against him.
Her ass was now completely revealed and Drew ran his hand up and down the
length of her outer leg.

He reached down and unzipped his own fly and Helen greedily fished the hard
cock out of his pants. "Oh, Drew. It's bigger than I imagined. Oh fuck, I'm
so horny Drew. Do me right now. Fuck me. I can't wait."

His hand slid down the front of her stomach and into her panties. "I've
always loved the way your cunt protrudes. I nearly began salivating whenever
I saw you in tight pants or in that goddam bikini.  You're fucking soaking
Helen. God you're a sexy woman. Are you my little sex kitten Helen."

"Mmmm," she purred and buried her face into his chest. They carried on as if
David and Jean did not exist. David was bright red from humiliation, from
shame but mostly from sexual excitement.  To see his lovely wife performing
as she always did with him, to see her handling another man's cock, to hear
her slutty talk, enflamed him even more than he had imagined that it would.
He was also acutely aware of Jean, who sat beside him fully dressed and
watched her husband preparing to fuck Helen.  His inner turmoil was a
seething cauldron of emotions. But each emotion, hatred, jealousy, love,
passion, resulted in increased lust. Surprisingly, he longed to see him
finally bare her cunt and stick his cock inside her.  He also wanted to whip
out his own cock and jerk off to the scene. He longed to dive across the
sofa and fuck Jean. Instead like Jean he sat knees together watching.  The
only movement was from his straining cock.

Helen and Drew were locked in an embrace and their hands ran feverishly over
each other's bodies. Drew would be squeezing a tit one instant then prodding
Helen's ass, then searching out her clit. She was bent on the same sort of
exploration of Drew's body. She took particular delight in stroking the
length of Drew's huge cock, working her hand from the base to the tip,
accentuating its measurements. They were silent because they had their
tongues buried deeply within each others' mouths. Only loud grunts, groans,
and guttural noises crossed the room to the two spectators.

They both stood up as if on cue and tore off each other's clothing. "My God,
it's beautiful," Helen gushed as she stood facing Drew. She was staring down
at and fondling his cock.  For the first time she stopped and looked over at
David, she gave him a wicked smile then dropped to her knees and began
sucking on Drew's engorged cock-head. Now Drew looked flatly at both David
and Jean as Helen licked, sucked and kissed his cock.  He grinned at the
pair as he placed a hand on either side of Helen's head and began working
her face back and forth on his cock.  "Suck me Helen. Suck my cock. Take it
down your throat. Oh yeah that's it. That's what I've been waiting for."

When Drew could hold it no longer, he pulled his cock quickly out of Helen's
sucking mouth. There was a resounding plop. He sat on the couch and Helen
threw a leg over him. "No, no. Turn the other way Helen. Face them. I want
them to see my cock fucking you. I want us both to watch them as we cum."

Helen stood up and turned around. Staring straight at David she lowered
herself down and searched for Drew's cock with her other hand.  She guided
it into her cunt then sat down upon it, with an, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes Drew.
It feels so good. So right. Fuck me baby. Make mommy cry out for it."  All
the while she looked from David to Jean, drinking in the emotion which
emanated from both of them. She bobbed up and down obscenely till she
started to scream with the coming orgasm. All she said was "fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck..." repeatedly and in time with the slapping of her ass against
his balls.

Drew began to buck and pitch with the unmistakable signs of his own cumming.
David saw the glistening penetrating cock begin to pulse and Helen's fuck
juice was now mixed with the creamy thick cock milk.  The mixture oozed out
of his wife's cunt and covered Drew's balls. Helen collapsed back onto
Drew's chest.

Drew spread his knees even wider apart and splayed Helen even more in the
process. "Come over here you two." He commanded. "Right over between our
legs. Right over here and kneel down." Jean moved immediately into place and
David followed as if hypnotized. Their thighs touched as they knelt, inches
from Drew's cum covered balls and Helen's still pulsing cunt...