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Chapter 6: Second Date
Tuesday night after we put Frankie to bed, I was hoping to broach the topic of fantasy vs reality with Kim, but she was in the closet mulling her outfit for her date with Steve. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Steve texted and told me to wear something sexy, but I don’t own anything sexy anymore. None of my old clothes fit since I had Frankie and none of my new clothes are sexy,” Kim said sounding flustered as she scoured her closet for something that just didn’t exist.
My intention of talking to Kim about our fantasy from the previous night was completely forgotten as my blood began to boil. “Steve told you to wear something sexy!?! He shouldn’t be doing that. This is about getting to know each other. It’s not about my wife trying to look sexy for him. You can just wear what you have on now and he will have to live with it,” I demanded angrily.
“I guess you’re right,” Kim said as she inspected her mom jeans and conservative blouse buttoned all the way up. She was out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her before I could even recover enough to bring up the topic of our fantasy.
I was still seething with anger when I heard Steve’s car in the driveway. I was in my hiding place as Steve came in the front door.
“What are you wearing?” Steve asked
“Shh. Josh is just upstairs. I’m wearing clothes,” Kim said nervously.
“Was I not clear when I told you to wear something sexy for our dates?” Steve asked, with no attempt at being quiet.
“I’m sorry, I don’t own anything sexy, so this is what you get,” Kim said defiantly.
“This is what I get? Oh no, it’s not what I get,” Steve said as he picked Kim up, causing her to yelp. He carried her over to the couch and put her over his knee. “You might be able to talk to your wimp husband like that, but real men won’t put up with it,” Steve said as he brought his hand down hard on her ass with a loud thwack sound, followed by four more. Amazingly, Kim wasn’t fighting him, just letting out a little squeak each time he spanked her.
“Now, are you going to be a good girl?” Steve asked her in a sweet voice, letting her up.
“Yes, I’ll be a good girl,” Kim said as she looked toward the stairs. Was she hoping I would be there to save her, or was she hoping I wouldn’t?
It was at this point I realized I had missed my opportunity to stop this. When Kim yelped, it had been loud enough for me to hear in the bedroom. I would have been well within my rights to check on her if I had been in the bedroom, but my hiding spot didn’t give me that opportunity. Now I was stuck watching.
“Take those clothes off now,” Steve ordered. She hesitated. “Or I’ll take them off for you,” Steve commanded.
I could see Kim was trembling as she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders, exposing her bra encased breasts to Steve. She then shrugged off her jeans, before looking at him for approval. She was wearing one of her industrial strength bras I have already described, and her panties were white cotton designed for comfort not sexiness.
“My god Kim, your bra and panties aren’t even sexy. Did you get that bra at an army surplus store? Take it off, now” Steve said.
“Steve, please. We can’t have sex, I’m on my period. We’re just supposed to be getting to know each other,” Kim pleaded.
In one quick motion, Steve had Kim over his knee again. “I’m sorry, I’ll take it off,“ Kim said quickly as she laid docilly over his knee. I didn’t understand why my feisty wife was allowing Steve to manhandle her like this. He wasn’t physically holding her in place anymore as she looked back over her shoulder at him awaiting her punishment. Instead of a spanking, Steve started caressing her ass. “You see Kim. We are getting to know each other better. You are learning that I am an alpha male and I’m learning what kind of discipline you need. How many spankings do you need this time?” Steve asked in a soothing voice.
“Please, no more. I’ll take it off,” Kim begged.
“I’ll give you a choice; spankings or you take the bra off then go to the kitchen to fix our drinks with the lights on and avoid the spankings,” Steve offered. It was 8pm in the evening, meaning anyone with a view of our kitchen would be able to see into our kitchen clearly since we rarely close our blinds in the kitchen. There were three houses behind us with clear views of our kitchen windows plus a walking path that travelled between the back yards on our block.
“I’ll do it,” Kim said as she continued to lay passively over Steve’s lap. She reached behind herself and undid the heavy-duty clasps holding her bra in place before she stood before him topless.
“My God, Kim, your breasts are the nicest I’ve ever seen. They are works of art,” Steve said as his hands came out to weigh and fondle Kim’s breasts. She positively hated men objectifying her and leering at her chest, which is why she wears bras that hide the enormity of her breasts. Yet, she stood there silently while Steve not only leered at her bare breasts but also molested them. “You can go get my drink now Kim. I don’t want you to do anything to cover these beauties while you’re in the kitchen. Do you understand?” Steve said as he removed his hands from my wife’s breasts.
“Yes,” Kim said as she headed toward the kitchen in only her panties.
I had a huge problem at that moment. My cock was rock hard inside my shorts pointed down instead of up. I wanted to reposition it upwards, but I couldn’t risk moving a muscle for risk of being seen by Steve who didn’t even have the distraction of the TV. The voyeurism component of this was turning me on immensely, even though it was my wife with a man I hated I was spying on.
When Kim returned with Steve’s brandy neat, her large breasts swaying as she walked, he gestured for her to get on her knees in front of him. She didn’t say a word of protest, just kneeled in front of diligently.
“Were you a good girl in the kitchen and follow my instructions, Kim?” Steve asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Are you turned on right now Kim?” Steve asked.
“We can’t have sex, I have my period,” Kim explained.
“Answer the question, Kim. Are you turned on right now?” Steve asked as he leaned closer to Kim and caressed her face.
“Yes, but…” Kim started before Steve interrupted her.
“…But we can’t have sex. I know. I want you to put your hand in your panties and rub your clit for me,” Steve said as his hand travelled down from her face to her right breast.
Kim continued to look down as her right hand made its way into her panties where I assumed she was following Steve’s directions. My erection was painful inside my shorts at this point. I wished I had taken them off, so I could masturbate while I watched the erotic scene before me. I watched on as Steve stood from the sofa in front of my topless, kneeling wife who was playing with her clit at his direction.
Steve slowly unbuckled his belt, before pulling his pants down, followed by his underwear. As his cock sprang into view, Kim let out an amazed gasp. It wasn’t overly thick but was extremely long. I would guess it was eight inches long and quite a bit thicker than mine.
“What’s the matter Kim?” Steve asked as he stood proudly in front of her with his long cock pointed directly at her face.
“It’s…It’s so big,” Kim stuttered out.
“I get that a lot. You know what to do now, right Kim?” Steve asked as he stepped forward. Kim didn’t hesitate to capture his cock between her lips. I had explicitly given her permission to do this and her was my wife on her knees in front of this douchebag with his cock in her mouth while she continued to rub her clit.
“Are you ready to learn how to please an alpha male, Kim?” Steve asked as he pulled his cock momentarily from between her lips.
“Yes,” my wife panted, looking up at him with her mouth open, awaiting the return of his cock.
“That’s a good girl,” Steve said as he slapped his hard cock on my wife’s outstretch tongue. “It will involve more than just getting on your knees. Are you ready to be my obedient little slut wife, Kim?”
“Yes,” Kim breathed staring up at him. I didn’t even recognize my strong, independent wife as she kneeled in front of this asshole and promised to be obedient for him while she furiously frigged her clit.
“Good girl. You can suck my cock again, but you need to stop pleasuring yourself. Your complete focus will be on my pleasure. Only after you’ve swallowed my cum will you be allowed to have an orgasm,” Steve said calmly as he pushed his cock into my wife’s mouth. She immediately closed her lips around his shaft, pushing herself forward to take as much of his cock into her mouth until she gagged before pulling back and doing it again. She was willingly gagging herself on his cock
My jealousy was being held at bay by my voyeuristic tendencies as I watched the erotic scene. My cock was still stuck pointing down inside my shorts making my erection extremely uncomfortable. I needed to readjust, but didn’t dare move for fear of being caught.
“That’s a good girl. Use your tongue a little more near the head. You really have no idea how to suck a cock, but don’t worry. You’ll get plenty of practice now that you have real men in your life. “You’ll need to start wearing slutty clothes too if you want to please me. Will you start wearing slutty clothes, Kim?” Steve asked as Kim continued to gag herself repeatedly on his cock.
“mmmm….hmmmm,” Was all she could get out around his cock but it was obviously an answer in the affirmative.
“You will defer to me in all decisions while we’re together. There will be no need for you to think for yourself. Even when Josh is there, you will defer to me, since I am the alpha. Do you understand, Kim?” Steve demanded of my feminist wife. Surely this would be a bridge too far, I thought, but Kim nodded her head with a muffled “yesh” as she continued to worship the arrogant asshole’s cock.
“You’ll only speak when spoken to, otherwise you will silently look for ways to serve me. If my drink is nearing empty, you will refill it without me needing to ask, can you do that Kim?” Steve said as he extracted his hard cock from her still sucking mouth to allow her to answer.
“I can,” Kim answered timidly.
“Now, I’m going to teach you how to suck a cock. Eventually you’ll learn to take it down your throat, but I don’t think you’re ready for that tonight. I want you to put the head in your mouth and lick it while you use your left hand to stroke me.” Steve lectured.
Kim did as she was told, touching her wedding ring directly to Steve’s cock as she continued to look up into his eyes from her kneeling position.
“Are you ready to be my slut, Kim?” Steve asked with an arrogant smirk as he stroked her hair softly until she said “Yes,” with too much enthusiasm for my liking.
“That’s good. Now, keep stroking my cock while you suck on my balls”. Kim’s head immediately went down between his legs where she worshipped his balls while her left hand continued to stroke his cock. “Hmm. You’re such an obedient little slut. My cock needs some more lubrication. Keep it wet with your tongue while you stroke me,”
Steve continued to praise my wife for being slutty while she stroked and sucked his cock for about fifteen more minutes before he was finally ready to cum. “I’m going to cum soon. Show me how much you want me cum by trying to catch it all in your mouth. I want to see it on your tongue before you swallow it,” Steve ordered.
Kim’s hand started stroking even faster after he said that while she closed her lips around the head. Her right hand was cupping his balls and probably felt them contract right before Steve grunted a “Yes” and filled my wife’s mouth with his seed.
After his cock was out of her mouth, Kim opened her mouth dutifully, showing him the load of cum he had deposited. “That’s it, Kim. You are the perfect little slut. Now, swallow it down and show me again,” Steve demanded. After she swallowed, he continued, “Tell me you love being my little slut, Kim”.
“I love being your little slut,” Kim said with pure adoration. The adoration in her voice was like a punch in the gut. My cock was still rock hard, but my jealousy began to boil in force again. I was going to have to figure out a way to put an end to this before Steve completely owned my wife. I just needed to figure out a way out of it.
“Good girl. Now, you just need to start dressing sexy. Not just for me, but any time you leave the house. Can you do that for me?” Steve asked my wife as she looked up at him from between his legs.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I don’t own anything sexy. I’ll buy something sexy for your next visit,” Kim offered.
“Nonsense, Kim. Put your blouse back on,” Steve ordered as he collapsed back on the couch. Kim stood before him, reached for her bra, but Steve stopped her, “I didn’t say anything about your bra. Put your blouse on, Kim”. Kim began to don the thin pink blouse. “Now, button two buttons. I’ll let you choose which two,” Steve demanded. Kim didn’t hesitate to follow his orders. She buttoned two of the middle ones to enclose her breasts. “See, that’s sexy,” Steve said.
“Please, Steve. Let me do two more buttons. I don’t want to get arrested,” Kim pleaded as she stood nervously in front of him. I wished I could see what he was seeing, but her back was to me.
“I’ll allow one more,” Steve said. Kim immediately buttoned one more button before looking down at herself. “There, that’s perfect. I can’t see anything I’m not supposed to. I will leave it up to you how you dress each day, but I want you to dress to please me whether you’re going to see me or not,” Steve ordered as he downed his drink before getting dressed. “You didn’t get to cum, did you, Kim?” he said after he was completely dressed.
“No,” Kim answered softly.
“That is why you have a beta boy upstairs. You keep your beta boy around to give you orgasms while you serve the alpha males. Are you going to tell him you sucked my cock?” Steve queried.
“Yes. He knew I was going to give you one,” Kim said.
I felt my world crashing around me. I didn’t really give her permission. We had merely fantasized about it, but now she was telling this arrogant asshole that I gave my wife permission to suck his cock right in my living room while I waited upstairs for her to finish. If he told anyone at work about this, I would die.
“And you still haven’t given him one to completion?” Steve asked.
“This was my first,” Kim answered.
A wide smile spread across Steve’s face upon hearing my wife tell him he had received her first ever blowjob to completion. “I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything else from a beta like Josh. I want you to call him a beta when you make him lick you,” Steve said as he was buttoning up his pants.
“You’re not going to tell anyone about this, right?” Kim asked as she stood in front of Steve in her panties and barely buttoned blouse, looking up into his eyes expectantly.
“The contract has a very strict confidentiality clause. I’m pretty sure I can’t even tell the other stallions what happens during the courtship period. Don’t worry, nobody’s going to find out what a good little slut you are,” Steve said as he walked towards the door with Kim following him. This was my cue. While their backs were to me, I quickly adjusted my cock, relieving the extreme discomfort before I scurried back to our bedroom, quietly opening and closing the door.
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