Going Deep and Hard with an Audience of One

I took her hard, while her husband watched helplessly

Our conversation took a sensuously twisted turn when we sat near each other in the park and I brought up the subject of porn. This was our first time getting together and I brought the coffee for our initial chat.

“Do you like porn?” I asked.

The more extreme scenes typically attracted me, or caught my attention.

“Yes,” she said. “But I’m really drawn toward a certain kind.”

My cock stiffened in response. I loved how her eyes gleamed and her hair fell across her shoulders. She brushed it back and continued.

“I’m a fan of BDSM scenes. The ones with women who are submissives and really taking it.”

That was the first I’d heard a woman who seemed mild-mannered mention her interest in bondage, heavy spanking, or harder.

“Is that why you’re meeting with me?” I asked. We had been emailing for several months and I had written out several fantasies that revolved around my role as the dominant one.

“Yes, what you’ve written really got inside me and my head. I can’t let it go.”

I studied her — from her hair, across her lovely face, over her blouse with her breasts giving it such a nice shape — and to her short skirt. We sat at a picnic table.

“Spread your legs for me,” I said.

She did. The skirt hiked up her thighs and revealed her panties. Her name was Julie, and as she sat with her legs apart, she had one request. “When you dominate me, I want my husband to watch.”

“Tell me about him,” I sipped my coffee.

“I won’t say too much except that I want him to watch me get fucked hard and taken by a man who knows the art of dominating a woman. I mean, really taking me to the point where I’m completely humiliated. I want him to feel the anguish and pain of seeing me take another man’s cock while he’s tied up and where my submission is for my Dom.”

I smiled. Julie was on fire. This was the kind of scenario that I had longed for. “Raise your skirt for me. I want to see more.”

Julie did and revealed more of her inner thighs, nice and smooth with an arousing thickness and strength. I could make use of those thighs.

“Finger yourself,” I told her. “And look at me.” My cock pulsated, hard.

Julie reached between her legs and stroked along her panties. She gasped.

“Press hard.”

She did, applying pressure to her pussy and clitoris when she let out another gasp.

“Now, let go. Take your fingers away.”

She sighed and went through the challenge of removing her touch. The electricity from the arousal would keep pumping through her, even after we parted. That’s what I wanted.

“When you’re in bed tonight and your husband is next to you, I want you to touch your pussy and whisper my name.” I wanted to be deep in her thoughts.

“Yes, sir.” She put her thighs together as though capturing the eroticism of the moment.

“Part your legs, darling, and don’t touch yourself again until tonight.”

She pursed her lips and agreed.

This was a woman I wanted to fuck through and through — made all the more sweet and delicious while torturing the man who loved her.

W e made the arrangements and I arrived at her house where she welcomed me in another tight skirt, high heels and form-fitting tank top. We kissed while a man in the background watched.

“This is Doug,” she said, almost dismissively. She told him to sit in a chair in the corner, unzip his pants and take them off. Then she tied his hands to his thighs so he would be unable to touch himself. She bent over and her skirt raised up, revealing the gorgeous shape of her ass. She’d get taken hard all right.

Doug’s cock twitched and a pained expression came across his face, a wondering of what was going to take place.

That’s when Julie walked toward me and I took her in my arms, giving her a kiss that I wouldn’t let her forget. My lips met hers and my hand immediately went up beneath her skirt for her ass where I fondled her butt and then spanked her with a powerful stroke. She winced and made a cute squealing sound and then I spanked her again. The force was like an aphrodisiac.

“Oh wow, I’ve always wanted that.”

Doug had never given her the experience, nor was he capable of it. Julie had told me how she had always been a flirt with men and loved teasing Doug. But I made one thing clear.

“You’ll never tease me,” I whispered. “You’ll always obey me.”

“Yes, sir,” she groaned, as I kissed her once more and let my teeth graze her lower lip until I caught her flesh and bit down. She squealed as I grabbed her hair and led her like she was on a leash.

“Oh, thank you, sir.”

This is what she told me she longed for. To be taken out of her controlling attitude and used mercilessly as a fuck toy, but in front of her doting and caring husband. Doug groaned and winced as I forced Julie to her knees and undid my zipper. I stepped back several feet and made her crawl to me, and she did, like a good little puppy.

“So slutty,” I murmured.

She crawled with her ass in the air and her shoes scraping along the floor. Once she got close I directed her to her knees and made her take my cock in her mouth. She was too eager so I held her hair and tightened my grip so that the pain increased as she sucked me, more and more.

She had explained how she made Doug earn the right to fuck her, that she never automatically allowed it and she would often deny him. I grabbed her by the hair and made her stand, growling at her so she knew her place.

“You will never deny me access to your body. Ever.”

“Oh, of course not, sir. I’ll do anything you want. Be anything you want.”

I made her strip slowly in front of me and turn, so Doug, now squirming in his chair with his cock stiff and pulsating, had to watch. She wiggled her ass expertly, swaying hip to hip while she slowly let her skirt drop and then tugged on her panties. I made her slowly remove her bra so her tits hung nicely for me.

“Tease him,” I told her.

She gladly walked in her heels to where Doug sat, tied, stroked his cock and said in a sweet and seductive voice, “You’re going to see me get it and take it hard. You’ll love it, won’t you, Babe?” Julie cooed, stroking the base of his cock to totally drive him wild.

“Back here, now,” I told her. Julie returned and I licked, pinched and tasted her tits thoroughly while she kicked off her shoes.

The rush really hit when I set out cushions and made her crawl on top, spread her legs and raise her ass to give me the best position for fucking her.

Julie’s face was pointing in Doug’s direction, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking past him as I entered her, I could tell. I slid my cock in her pussy and fingered her ass before spanking her again and again.

I fucked her hard while she groaned and I grabbed more of her hair. The primal spirit was hitting us and we both evolved into an animalistic-like trance as I fucked her on her knees and then moved her to her back and straddled her face, making her lick my balls while I lowered my head into her pussy, lapping her juices. All done under Doug’s helpless gaze.

Before she climaxed I grabbed her again, fondling and slapping her tits in full view of her husband and putting her back on the sofa, eating her out while making her lift her legs so I could slap her thighs. I called her every dirty, degrading name I could think of until my tongue found her clit and I slowly circled and circled.

“Oh, yeah,” she cried out, pleading for more.

I rewarded Julie with a deep tongue fuck.

Doug could do nothing more than wince as he watched his wife orgasm at my touch and with my permission. I wanted her. She knew it. He knew it. I wanted her again and again to fuck and to use in any way. And there was so much more to use on her like my belt…and clothespins.

Julie, sexy and erotic, and I wanted to go deep in her, made all the more pleasurable by our audience of one — a helpless, trembling husband turned cuckold.

After I came on her and she shuddered with her orgasm, I held her close, kissed her tenderly, and grabbed her hair, pulling on it tightly as a reminder.

“I want more,” she whispered. She confided that she wanted to live out the extreme porn she watched with Doug and to be treated in a deeply intense way — one that cut to the depth of her psyche. A very sexy psyche, one where her thoughts wrapped around the love she had for her husband and the incredible desire she had for me as her Dom.

“And I want to give you more, sweetheart.” I kissed her on the forehead, “Darling.”

We got dressed slowly, talking and chatting while she glanced over at Doug and laughed. “I’m sure you enjoyed it.”

He didn’t say anything. But he was trembling.

“We need a chastity cage for him,” I said as I headed to the door. “If he’s good, then let him come — tomorrow.”

She kissed me, laughed, and pleaded. “Let’s do it again soon.”

“We will, darling. We will.”