Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Using His Coworker

Thanks for the positive responses to MY first post. Although, I do request that if you’re going to ask a question, use the “ask me anything” instead of just a private message. I get a lot of duplicate messages asking the same questions and it would just be easier. :) I’m happy to answer them though.

Apparently, the part about using my husband’s coworkers or friends got a lot of juices flowing. So, I wanted to leave a more detailed example of how I have done this.

My husband works in a hospital and his coworkers he has a lot of great friends that he’s made through this. Thankfully for them, my husband is a complete perv and fantasizes about them fucking his wife quite a bit. Years ago I started coming by and visiting him and would often times sit and chat with he and his friends in their break room.

I try to be modest... but I know when guys are eye-fucking me. And I love it. There were several hot guys but one in particular, we’ll call him Mark, that was tall, dark and handsome. He was a white guy... but dark as in he looked almost Italian. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. He was in great shape and his black hair was always done beautifully.

Mark was pretty straightforward with flirting with me. Would make comments about how he has never found his “Lindsey,” and would talk about how I’m the complete package. “Smart, sexy, assertive, wasn’t a ditz to talk to.” It took all of one time meeting him before I wanted to be on that. My husband and I were already in a cuckold relationship, so there wasn’t any of the dancing around that needed to be done. (Considering his feelings, setting ground rules, etc.) I knew he loved it when I fucked his friends and Mark wouldn’t be an exception.

I didn’t tell my husband right away but decided to visit again the next week. This time I wore my short, black skirt that when I bent over barely kept the goods covered from behind. Wearing that, a tight top showing the ladies, and my black heels, I went to visit again. All the eyes were on me as we ate lunch. I didn’t care about any of them except for Mark’s deep brown eyes trained on my cleavage.

We talked and flirted, I was sitting between Mark and my husband, and I waited until it was just the three of us in the room to stand up and bend over to get something out of my purse on the floor. Yes, yes I went that cheesy and straightforward. When I stood back up and turned around Mark was drinking his water but not looking at me. I looked at my husband and glanced at the door. He knew what that meant. He told me later he was straining in his cage already from my display as he walked out of the room.

I walked over to Mark and said, “Hey, you should have my phone number, in case of an emergency or something.” He looked at me and fumbled over his words for a second before saying, “Oh, yeah, ok.” He handed me his phone and I went to put my number in... his wallpaper was him and two of his friends shirtless after running some mud obstacle course. God, I was wet. I put my number in and as I handed it back to him I told him to text me so I’d have his number. “Just so I know you’re not a robo call.”

It was time for me to head out so he stood up and actually gave me a hug before I walked out. My husband was awkwardly nearby and walked over to me. He gave me a kiss and walked with me, “How was that?” he asked hurriedly as we walked away. “Eh, nothing really.” He smirked and said, “Somehow I doubt that.” I winked at him and ask he hugged and kissed me goodbye I squeezed the silicon sheath of the cock cage and said, “You behave.”

I wanted to text mark immediately but I managed to wait for an hour... I started my usual hijinks and texted Mark, “Great talking with you today, again. You’re such a great guy.” He responded about thirty minutes later saying he enjoyed talking and I said, “I hope you find your “Lindsey” soon, you deserve it. Well, actually you deserve better than that...”

He said, “I don’t think there is better than that.” I was so giddy. I could basically taste his dick in my mouth, “You sure know your way with women, huh?” He replied, “I just speak the truth.” At this point I knew I could keep the banter going or just go for the kill... I knew he wanted me but I didn’t think he’d do it since I’m married to a coworker. “Are your off days staggered differently than my husbands?” He waited a couple of minutes and said, “Yeah, we overlap but there’s one day difference.” I asked him what he usually does on those days. He said he works out, hikes, reads... basically everything he could say to make him the perfect man.

I texted him for about an hour and told him goodnight. I decided, he would be mine. I knew what time he got off because it was when my husband got off. I guessed when he would be home and texted him, “I can’t stop thinking about how sweet you are to say you want to find a me... that’s the best compliment a woman can ever be given.” I was worried I was coming on too strong but he replied, “Your husband is lucky he found you first... that’s all I’ll say.” I told him he didn’t have to hold back. He replied, “Lol. Yes I do.”

That’s where my first picture came slid in... me wearing my heels, black thong, and my arm across my breasts. It was cut off right at my smile. I sent this and said, “Tomorrow night, I could be your Lindsey.” My husband was working and Mark was off. He didn’t reply for a minute and then said, “And your husband?” Sometimes I tell them about the cuckold relationship, other times I don’t. I wanted to play my game... so I replied, “he’ll be working. You’re not THAT close anyways.” He replied, “Hahahah...” and that was it.

I sent back, “No strings attached, no pressure, but I know you want it and I need to fuck you to get it out of my system because you’re all I think about.” It was silent for about thirty seconds and he said, “5? I’ll have dinner too.” “Send the address and I’ll see you then. Also, I’m on the pill.” I got back a thumbs up and “Good, I hate condoms.”

My husband was home at this point and I decided to not tell him anything. I was absolutely drenched and sat down on the couch and opened my legs. At this point we’d really been trying out the “sex slave” thing and he knew that meant he had to get down immediately. I grabbed the back of his head and was grinding his face into my pussy until I exploded. Absolutely amazing orgasm. When I say I’m sadistic, I really, truly am. My friends tell me I am so mean to him but I swear he loves it.

I didn’t tell him a thing about it.

The next day I got ready super early, had some fun with my vibrator, and was frothing at the mouth for this. I hadn’t texted Mark at all but we knew the arrangement. He was going to fuck my brains out and do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d never tell my husband.

I arrived at his place wearing a short red skirt this time and no panties. My hair and makeup were done and my long brown hair was partially curled and going down my back. I had a low cut shirt on with my normal bra. He opened the door wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and his hair was perfect as ever. With his t-shirt tight I could see he had more muscle than I ever realized before. He smiled and said, “I didn’t think you’d actually show up.” I laughed and said, “You thought I was one to just talk shit, huh?”

It is a little awkward at a meet like this when the guy’s actually a nice enough guy. He’s not going to just maul you. He asked if I wanted a drink and I told him, “Afterward.” He looked down as he was pouring himself a drink and said, “You don’t mess around at all.” I walked toward him and said, “No,” as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. We made out for a minute before I asked, “First time with a married woman?” He shrugged and said, “As far as I know.”

I felt his hands on my ass and he picked me up. He took me took the bedroom and we fucked for about ten glorious minutes before he exploded inside of me. He apologized and said he was sorry he came so quickly. We laughed a little and told him it was fine. We lied in the bed and made out while he recharged and when I felt him start to grow I went down and sucked him for five minutes before mounting him again. We fucked four times and he cooked dinner for me, both still naked, and had a wonderful evening. I knew my husband would be home and I planned on being there about fifteen minutes after he would get there.

I got home and he had already changed into just his panties and cage when I got there. I took him to the bedroom and he knew I’d been getting fucked. He got onto his back and stripped off of his panties, I could see his cock straining. Now, we play a game where if I don’t tell him beforehand, he has to guess whose cum he is eating out of me. I mounted his face and I’m sure I was quite tasty. Lol. He seemed even shocked by it for a second.

“Brian?” he asked. “Nope!” I squeezed his balls as punishment for getting it wrong. “Steven?” “You’re really bad at this.” I squeezed them harder and we both laughed. “One more and you lose the pussy for a week...” “Andrew?!” I acted so disappointed he couldn’t guess it and dropped his cock. I got off of him, spun around and put my ass in his face. “Lick my ass while I give you your punishment blue balls.” I felt his tongue going to work on my anus as I bent down and began licking the parts of his cock coming through the silicon. I teased the shit out of him for about fifteen minutes before getting off and lying next to him. He was in obvious pain from the teasing and I chuckled as he dealt with it. I got my vibrator out and had him use it on me since he couldn’t lick me anymore.

I didn’t tell him who it was all weekend. I texted Mark throughout the weekend and he asked several times if my hubby had figured out we’d slept together. I told him how oblivious he is to that stuff. He said he felt bad but I tried to make it better by telling him how my husband never fucks me anymore and is addicted to porn. Lol.

When they were at work together the next time I was texting Mark and he said he felt like a douche but also felt pretty badass knowing he’d fucked the hot wife that everyone talked about at work. (Very flattering) So, the point my friend told me was evil is that I texted my husband the screenshot of mark saying that but cropped the name. Haha... he knew someone there had fucked me and it was driving him crazy with lust. The first person he asked about was Mark and I just replied, “I’m not telling you. If you want to know who fucked me, ask them.”

My friend says I’m a complete asshole for that but I think it’s hilarious. She actually laughed too, so...

Shh hands against the wall.

Be a good boy, let’s keep that pretty mouth shut. I don’t want to hear any sound, those hands stay there as my hands disappear under your shirt, no whimper is to come out as I bite your ear, I place soft kisses on your neck pulling you closer to me, those hands still stay on the wall, must be so nice. Being my pet, being kissed and licked, do you want me to gag your pretty mouth? Do you want to put that mouth to a good use? My fingers are playing with your nipple, tucking your pants down, your cock hard and eager for my touch.

What's a good chastity period for a beginner?

I would say start off with a week long lock, just to make sure that the chastity cage is a good fit, and that it doesn't rub or cut in anywhere.

Come on honey, show them.  Pull down your trousers and let them see your locked up little cock.  Do it right now or you can forget the orgasm I promised this holiday.

Caption by http://clickthelock.tumblr.com

Ground Rules

His wife was unhappy and unfulfilled. Their marriage was in jeopardy. They had decided it would be best if she began dating another man, and she wanted it to be someone they knew. Out of all of their acquaintances, she chose me, his boss. They invited me over to discuss their proposition to help save their marriage.

We sat in their living room and he brought me a beer. She sat next to him on the couch, while I took a seat in a chair across from them. Nervously, he asked me if I wanted to begin dating his wife. I was stunned by the request, but remained calm and collected. While the idea appealed to me immensely, I told him we needed to establish a few ground rules that he would have to agree to.

He asked what they were. I said I would agree to begin dating her if he agreed to the following:

He has no say on when or where I date her or what we do together

He has no say on when the relationship ends

I have priority with her, even on birthdays and anniversaries

When I visit, I am the man of the house in every respect

When the three of us are together, she is my woman and he is the third wheel

He walks me to the door and thanks me after every visit

After a long silence. He said. “Okay. I agree.”

I said, “Very well then. Let’s begin.” I held out my hand and his sexy wife rose from the couch and took a seat on my lap.