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Sinking Into Love - All Episodes So Far

Sinking Into Love - 1: Being a submissive step by step

Back then, I was not a submissive toy for her. 

We met at the College. I saw her first at the Math course, which I disgust. I told my friend that she is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. With her brown hair and white skin, she mesmerized me at the first sight. I wanted to meet even though I knew that I had no chance to be with her. Since we had a couple of shared classes and spare times, we became friends soon after we met. But unfortunately she had a boyfriend. I was a naive 19 year-old boy, being in the friendzone was OK for me. I was enjoying company of a gorgeous woman. As I said, I wasn’t a submissive back then. Or, I had not realised yet. But I became an orbiter for her very easily. I was doing her homework when she is enjoying outside with her bf, or paying the food. We never spoke about it. It was just -happened. She never told me to do her homework, for example. She was just saying that her bf was waiting for her and she had to do this stupid homework, and I offered her to do homework -and occasionally, for her bf’s too. Just knowing that she’s happy was enough for me. I was thinking that this is true love, and eventually she will love me too. Her bf was studying in a different college, so we met almost after one year. I already made some of his homeworks, but he never care about me. Obviously he was a selfish bastard and sooner or later my dear friend will realize that too. Whole college was went like that. I was making everything for her, and she was enjoying. Sometimes she was asking me to clean her shoes if it’s dirty, and sometimes I was cleaning it even before she asks. My money was always our money. She did not even asks for money, she had my credit card in her purse. But, we were keeping this side of our relationship in a secrecy. None of our friends knew our weird friendship. I never had a girlfriend. A couple of time I tried, but she made me understand that she didn’t like them. So I had to break up. It wasn’t a problem since my true love is her. Her name is, Emma. And here I am, Steve.

Sinking Into Love - 2: Moving Together Her name was Emma. And she was my angel. After we graduate, I got a well-paying job and moved to a flat close to my office. But it was far away from the city center. Emma failed to find a job for more than six months. Since I was working in a full-time job, and she was in a little depression, we rarely saw each other for months. Around new year, Emma called me with a cheering voice. She told me that she finally got a job. Her office was very close to my home. Eventually, we were getting close again. We met at that weekend and celebrated the news. I felt that I am her best friend. Even though she is a little bit spoiled, I was OK with that. After all, I was in love with Emma for more than four years. She was coming to my home sometimes, after the job. Her house -which she was living with her parents- was almost 40 kilometers away from her office, and it was a pain to go home in the rush hours. After we relaxed together for a couple of hours, I was driving her to home. Emma was still together with her arrogant boyfriend. But, in all of those years, I saw him 10 times at most. It was same when she started working. They were meeting at the weekends mostly. Soon after, she started to stop by my house almost everyday. After dinner -which I prepared- I was driving her home. One day, I asked about her boyfriend. I was curious is he jealous of her coming to my home everyday. Emma said that “Paul doesn’t know that I’m coming to you every day.” I asked why, but she didn’t replied. We were getting more comfortable every day in the home. Back at the school, we never had a space which we can be alone. But now, every day we were alone and together. And eventually, she started to stay in my home occasionally. I was preparing breakfast and dinner for her. I gave her my own bed. She was just enjoying the comfort.   One night, we were sitting at the sofa together. Actually, I was sitting and she was leaning. She touched my arm with her bare foot and said “Can you massage my feet?” I didn’t even wait to grab her wonderful feet gently. 

It was the first time that I realized it’s almost the first time I was able to touch her that long. After almost five years. Five. Years. Before that night, we were barely touching each other. And I was never avare of that. Five years of my life was spent like that. I felt broken. But, Emma’s soft feet on my hands made me feel wonderful at the same time. I was thinking that I was very close to get her. After waiting five years, she will be MY GIRLFRIEND. But it never happened.

Sinking Into Love - 3: Shit Got Serious When I was rubbing her feet, Emma looked into my eyes and said “I decided to move here If it’s OK for you.” I immediately replied: “It will be great. I already have a spare room. Just buy a bed and a wardrobe, and that’s all. My home is yours.” “But I don’t have that much money right now. Can you buy them for me? And spare room is so small for me. I will take the living room. And if you move to small room, we can turn your bedroom to our new living room.” I’ll admit that I felt abused. But the idea of living with my princess suppressed this abusement. I accept all of them. I gave her my credit card, just like our school years. And she bought everything she needed. A king-size bed, a huge wardrobe, new flat TV, and lots of other things. I never think about paying the debt since I was feeling great with her company. By the way, we never spoke about that but I knew that Emma was having a hard time with her boyfriend, Paul. I was hoping that soon they will broke up, and she will be mine. I was taking care of all the errands in the house. I was cleaning her room, preparing food, paying the bills and the rent etc. Everything you can think of was under my responsibility. I didn’t even ask about any of them. Seeing that Emma is comfortable, happy and spoiled making me fell in love with her even more. And she was really comfortable with all of those. She never acted like she had to clean her room, or pay the rent. It was just my duty. But, it was getting hard day after day. She was becoming more demanding each day. I was waking up one hour before her each day for weeks, but just one day I fell asleep and  she yelled at me because the breakfast was not ready. That night, Emma called me to her room. She was sitting at the edge of the bed. She told: “Steve, you are not stupid. You are aware of what’s going on. To be honest I wasn’t planned this. But I am enjoying too much, and I can see that you are enjoying too. Let’s be honest, you are my slave. If you are not OK with that, we can call it over. And I will move back to my parents. But I know that you are fine.” Emma raised her foot to me. “To make it clear, get down on your knees and start kissing my foot.”

Sinking Into Love - 4: Acceptance I was in shock. Of course I was aware of what’s going on, but it wasn’t exactly what I was expecting at the end. All I thought was being her boyfriend. But, now she wanted me to be her slave. I replied: “What do you say Emma? You are my best friend. I was just being good to you because….” I wanted to say that “… because I love you.” But I am not a brave man. Instead, I said, after a short break: “…because you are my closest friend and I don’t want to lost you.” “Don’t play the stupid, Steve. I know that you are in love with me for all of those years. I didn’t say anything because you were serving me well. I never force you to do anything for me. You did what you did and never complained, right? And after I move in with you, I started enjoying it more than before. Seeing you do all the chores for me, trying desperately to make me happy, felt great. I am not saying that you are great. I mean having a servant. And it’s not great because you do all those things for me. I feel powerful around you, because you feel week around me. I own you for too long, and you know it. Now, start kissing my feet as a vow bonds you to me, or I will leave tomorrow morning and we will never see each other again. “ I was shaking, literally. It was the first time that she spoke to me with that commanding voice, and I could not do anything. I could not think anything. I fell on my knees, approach her feet, and started kissing it slowly. She laughed.

Sinking Into Love - 5: New Life

“Do you remember first time I asked you to do something for me? I do, it was our first year in college. I forgot my mobile at the restaurant. When I said it was too far away and I don’t want to miss the lecture, you instantly said “I will get it for you”. I offered nothing, I didn’t even say thank you. But you were happy to do something for me. Since that day, I know who you really are. I never needed anything sexually, but for everything else you were there. I never forced you to do something for me, you gave yourself to me. Don’t you remember? I always thought that after the college we will be separated anyhow and why not enjoy until then? Being a roommate was not a plan. After I started to come here I realized that having a servant in the home is great. So l decided to make it official.

“I am not going to list any stupid rules or else, Steve. Everything will be same. You will do whatever I want, that’s all. I don’t want aything in your life that distracts you. NO girlfriend, NO friends, NO family, NOT EVEN computer games. You have to take my permission to do any of them, at least 2 days before. Just think what a loyal servant should do for his mistress, and follow your instincts for the rest. You are born to be a servant, Steve. Better accept it quickly.

She raised from the bed, stood up in front of me, and started to brush my hair with her soft touch.

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t ask you anything you don’t want to do. And you can leave anytime you want. But I know that you won’t.

Nothing much changed after that night. For a couple of months.

I was keeping her happy, and Emma was keeping my credit card. I never asked her how much she spends or else. Also, I was paying rent and bills too. So, I barely had money anything outside of the house.

I was barely seeing my friends and family, once or twice in the month. I said them that my job is so demanding and I had to work overtime. At the same time, Emma was doing whatever she wants. I never asked her where she was when she’s late. I never asked her about her boyfriend or else.

Our foot worshipping sessions were became standard. After a couple of days, she didn’t even asked me. After doing the dishes, I was automatically going to the living room and when she was watching TV, I was massaging her foot, with my lips and tongue.

There were nothing sexual among us. She didn’t even talked about it. But since I was not allowed to have a girlfriend, my only satisfaction was jerking off. And, the only woman I was dreaming of was Emma, of course. The love that bonds me to her became even stronger after I have become her slave. I did not even enjoy talking to other women. She was my one and only Goddess, which I devoted my life without doubt.

Sinking Into Love - 6: All men are same

One day, Emma went to meet his boyfriend, Paul. When she came back, she was crying. She went directly to her room, shut the door and started sobbing. I panicked, didn’t know what should I do to calm her. I shouted “I am waiting here to do anything for you, Emma. Please don’t cry”

After a while, she opened the door, grabbed my hair and dragged me to the middle of the room. I was on the floor, and she was kicking me with frustration. I didn’t do anything to stop her, until she calms down.

When she was kicking me relentlessly, she was yelling like “you bastard, you are all same, how did you do that” etc. I had no idea what did I do to her. But when she calmed down a little and sat down to the floor, near me, she told me what was happened.

It turns out that Paul was cheating on her. Emma said:

“That bastard was cheating on me for months. I told him about you. Not the slavery, only the roommate thing. But it drove him crazy. He didn’t believe that nothing is happening between us. Soon everything went ugly and he admitted that he had sex with lots of women since we see each other so rarely. I hate him. I hate all men. I hate you too, you stupid, ugly, disgusting shit!”

He kicked me right from my face. It hurt like hell, but I did not say anything, instead, I reached her feet with my lips, kissed them gently, and said “I am sorry for all men, Emma. I will do everything to help you get over it.

Emma laughed:

“Shut up shithead. You are doing everything for me already. You have to. But I don’t care about what an ass clown is doing for me. Just shut the fuck up and do what you are doing.”

I shut my mouth and did what I was doing. I kissed her foot with passion.

After a while, Emma suddenly spat on my face. When her saliva running down from my forehead, she said “It fits your face very well. I like it.” and spat again. She was having fun, and I was feeling good actually. At least my princess was not crying.

She asked me:

“Why do you accept that? I don’t understand. I will never have sex with you. In fact, it seems like you will never have sex with anyone. I treat you like shit, and enjoying it too much. But, what is your point? Why are you so pathetic?”

“I don’t know Emma. I never think about it. It grew inside me, I think. Maybe, it was like the best way to be around you, and gradually became a habit. I don’t know. Only thing I know for sure is that I love you, and do whatever you want me to do. “

She grabbed my throat and spat again:

“Then better be a good slave and make me happy, you pig. And don’t wash your face until I say.”

Chapter 7 – Hard work pays off, but not always.

“Then better be a good slave and make me happy, you pig. And don’t wash your face until I say.”

Before that night, I was feeling that we were still friends somehow. I was keeping her happy in any way possible, and she was enjoying it. But after her boyfriend cheated, she became nervous and I was there to relieve her. For a couple of days, we both took illness leave from the job and stay at the home.

It was like hell. I’ve beaten so many times without any reason. I was yelled at because I am a man and we all are shameless bastards etc. As a response I did nothing except serving her even more.

Third night, after a couple shots of vodka, she started sobbing and told me that she misses her boyfriend so much. Apparently the yesterday’s cheating bastard became a romantic prince that have been misunderstood. I tried my chance to object her, but he responded me not with words, rather with lots of slaps and spits.

When she decided to drunk call her boyfriend, I was looking miserable. We were at the same house for three days, I had a couple of bruises on my body, and now my face is covered with her saliva. Luckily, no one answered the phone. She was crying out loud, and told me to leave her alone. I did not obeyed her this time and sat next to her, hugged her softly. She didn’t resist, instead let herself go to my lap and cried until she fell asleep. I lay down the sofa, with Emma on my arms.

I’ve waited as still as possible until she woke up in the morning. I was thinking that finally we were bonded to each other emotionally. My dreams were about to come true. Months of insulting and humiliations worked. After all, hard work always pays off.

When she woke up, she looked at me with a little disgust. I realized that all the spit had dried in my face and beard and my face was a disaster. She told me to go wash my face and bring her a painkiller with a commanding voice. I washed my face and brought her painkillers. My next mission was preparing her breakfast, just like every other morning.

She was looking and behaving better that morning. I thought, the period of acceptance of her grief had started.

But I was wrong.

She took a quick shower, put on a makeup and dressed up –a little bit slutty. She had become from hangover-lady-with-pyjamas to the world’s most beautiful women in just half an hour. Right before she left the home, told me “Clean up the house that you would eat your dinner off the floor and get lost before evening. Do not come back until I say.”

Part 8 – Viva La Revolution!

It was almost the midnight, and I was freezing outside. I had no money since all my accounts were directed to Emma’s accounts and she never gave me enough money. I had to wander through the streets until the morning. There were no sign from Emma and I didn’t know what should I do the entire night.

After she left in the morning, I cleaned up the whole flat, did the laundry and all other things you can think of. Around 3 pm I left the house, and since then wandering around the streets and waiting for her to call me. But, my phone was silent. And I was afraid to go home without her order.

But, I didn’t have anywhere to go, so I headed back to home around 2 a.m.

I opened the front door carefully. Waking her up was a bad idea, but still better than freezing.

There were a different shoe in the shoe rack. A man’s shoe was standing between Emma’s sneakers and stilettos. I listened Emma’s room, there were definitely a man sleeping with her. I felt a pain in my heart. Apparently, she made a peace with her boyfriend.

All the pain, all my service, my humiliation was useless.

All the love I felt was worthless.

I had spent my time, money and personality for someone who exploits me and gives nothing back. There wasn’t even a chitchat for months. Only her orders, and my obedience.

And now, she was sleeping with someone who cheated her, made her cry for days. And I had to wait them in a freezing cold until morning.

It was a clear defeat for me. No one can imagine the frustration, the disappointment I felt in front of Emma’s door. I was hearing those bastard’s snoring noises and trying to hold myself from killing him with cold blood.

I decided to cut that bullshit. I was going to kick Emma out of the house by the morning. I was going to get my life in order, find a caring girlfriend and live happily.

I went to my room to warm and rest a little bit. It was the last miserable night of my life.

I couldn’t sleep until the morning, the feeling of regret and frustration rushed through my veins and kept me awake.

——-

Around 9 am, I heard the some noises. A male voice said “Goodbye” and left the house directly. It was the time for me to sort things out.

Suddenly, my phone beeped. It was a text from Emma. It was obvious that she did not care about me at all. The freezing cold I exposed to was not a problem for me since she was fucking her cheating ex-boyfriend in a hot bed.

“Come quick and prepare my breakfast”

I get up from the bed. I felt anger in every inch of my body. Went to Emma’s room, get into without knocking.

There she was, completely naked, lying in her bed face down, and I saw her beautiful legs, her amazing ass, side of her wonderful boobs and smooth skin.

My heart stopped.

Sinking Into Love - 9: Suppression

My heart stopped.

I could not breathe.

Emma raised her head from the pillow and looked at me. She was shocked too. Now, after that many years, I can easily say that it was the right moment for a decent life for me, if I could say even one word.

But, she was so beautiful.

It was the first time that I saw her naked. Even fully dressed, even without makeup or else she was gorgeous. But naked, my friends, she was like not even from our world. I swear that if there would be any chance for us to have sex, I’d probably have a heart attack and die immediately.

She raised her head, looked at me. For a couple of seconds, there was a complete silence. Later on, her face had changed. she frowned and started to yelling at me:

“What the fuck are you doing you dumb-ass? What the fuck are you doing at home? How the hell can you enter my room without permission? How dare you? Are you retarded or just acting like one?”

She got up from the bed and come to me. I was standing still at the door. And now, I was seeing her breathtaking boobs too. She noticed what I am looking at, but instead covering or else, she came to me directly and slapped me very hard.

I think, that was the moment I started to breathe again.

She was slapping, spitting, kicking and yelling on me with frustration. It was even worse than previous days. She did not even care that where she was kicking. After a couple of minutes of beating me hard, she stopped awhile. Turned her back to me, and walked towards her wardrobe. Meanwhile, she was talking strangely calmly:

“You son of a bitch stupid clown. You want to see me naked, right? Now you saw it. Did you like my body? Did you enjoy? Better be it because it was the last time you’ve enjoyed something.”

She grabbed a leather belt from her wardrobe and approached to me again. She was still looking like thunder. Her eyes were a couple of embers burning inside. But, she did not hit me:

“Get on your knees. You love to get beaten, right? You are depraving when I hit you. Does your filthy cock get hard, too? Show me. Get naked.”

I immediately did what she told me. after a second I was bowing to her foot completely naked and begging for forgiveness.

Revolution had suppressed easily. Princess kept her throne, and she was even more powerful than before.

Sinking Into Love - 10: Do you love me?

Emma ordered me to get naked with a calm voice, and I listened her immediately. And without any orders or else, I started kissing her feet and asking for forgiveness.

She grabbed my hair, and raised my head. I was not erected because of all the pain I got from the beating. I was honestly not a fan of getting beaten. It was not my kink or else, so, it just hurt like hell and I could not get erected.

Emma looked directly to my dick:

“You think you love me, you are saying that you love me, and even after seeing me naked you are not aroused and erected. So, are you lying to me, bastard? After you are being rude to me, after you did not obey me and came home early, now are you also lying? Can’t I trust you? How can I be sure that you love me and keep me happy?”

“I-I love you, Emma. I am doing everything for you. I’ve given my whole life to you. You know that. I am and will be doing everything to make you happy. It was too cold outside and I thought that I might get seriously sick if I stay outside the whole night. I had no money since you took everything. And, I just wanted to be sure that you are OK after Paul left since you are too upset yesterday.”

“Paul? Oh he was not Paul, he was just a random guy I found on Tinder to have some fun.”

Well, fuck. He was not even her boyfriend. Emma just had a casual sex with a random guy, while I am sitting here all virgin for 26 years and trying to have a chance with her by licking her soles everyday.

I was confused. I could not decide whether it’s worse or better. If she was comfortable with having sex with random guys, maybe it means that she already started to forget Paul. But also it might mean that she can quickly find another man and start a new relationship. In any scenario, I was pretty sure that I don’t have much chance with her.

“And also you stupid bitch, if I ordered you something, you must follow it in any situation. I don’t give a fuck if it’s cold or else. You could go to the train station, right? Or are you really that stupid? Or is there something else in your mind? Be honest, are you lying to me? Do you love me enough?” Should I doubt you?”

“I swear that I love only you in the whole world. You see me, I am pathetic, I’m a loser, I am just a servant to you and proud of it. I am proud that you even let me to touch your feet. I’d be here under your service even if you don’t let me touch you on my whole life. I love you so much that being under the same roof with you is enough and I will do everything to keep it like that. I love you with my whole soul, Emma.”

She sat on her bed, and  bend forward a little bit. Her amazing tits were right in front of my face, and dangling slowly. Now, I was getting erected.

She saw my pathetic dick is growing, and burst into laughter.

“You know, Steve, I think I am going to believe you for now. But be careful, and make me believe you. By the way, your dick was not that small or ugly as I expected. You might had a chance if you were not that pathetic.”

It hurt like hell. There might even be a parallel universe that we were together. But it was obvious that in this universe, it won’t happen ever.

There I was, just almost one hour ago I was so close to have my life again. But now I was trying to make her believe me that I love her and do everything for her.

I was sure a weak and pathetic guy. Maybe this life was really what I deserve.

Emma looked into my eyes, and continued:

“But you are still going to be punished. It’s the first time you deserve a punishment. Actually, it shows that you are a good slave. But on the other hand, you should be punished good to keep your leash short and discipline you. Beating is not creative enough. Honestly, I want to hurt your feelings, Steve. Do you love me enough to let me break your feelings? Break your soul?”

“I am ready for everything if it comes from you, Emma. I love you. I look at you and see the rest of my life in front of my eyes. I am yours. Break and throw me to the trash can, or use me until I die.”

She lied to the bed, and said:

“Good boy. Kiss my foot and let me think.”

Sinking Into Love - 11: First Touch

“Good boy. Kiss my foot and let me think.”

After a couple of minutes, Emma raised from the bed and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she was holding a used condom filled with cold cum. It was tied to prevent leaking. She sat on the bed and started to swing the condom right in front of my face.

“Now, tell me what you were thinking. If I like the words you are going to say to me, you will be forgiven. But if not, you are going to keep this in your mouth for the rest of the day, and going to eat that cum before you sleep. And it will be your meal for today. Am I clear? What was in your mind this morning? Did you really think about disobeying me?”

“No, Emma I swear. I was freezing and had to came back to home. And I did not think that you might be naked when opening the door. I am so sorry. I will be more careful next time. I am even more obedient than before. Forgive me.”

She was slowly swinging the condom and slapping to my face as I was standing without moving. But inside I was about to vomit. Each time the condom slaps to my face, everything in my stomach was moving towards my mouth.

“Do you like to suck it for me?”

“No, Emma, please don’t do it.”

“So, if I want to do, would you object?”

“No I can’t”

“Do you like to give me an oral?”

She slightly opened up her legs, and showed me her sweet pink pussy.

I sighed. She giggled.

“Yes, Emma. I love to give you an oral.”

“Then open your mouth, and taste my pussy from it. If you suck that condom well enough, then you will show me that you want to give me an oral.”

I opened my mouth with disgust, she put the condom on my tongue, and make me to shut my mouth. The knotted end of the condom was hanging on my chin.

“You amaze me, Steve. Everytime I test your self-respect, you go even deeper. Don’t you have any dignity? It was too obvious that you were angry to me in the morning. You were angry because I prefer someone else to sleep with instead of you, right? You are doing all this sick shit to impress me, and you desperately see that it doesn’t work. Come on, do you really think that sucking a condom will impress me to be with you? Are you serious? It amuses me, but that’s all. That’s so funny that I can do whatever I want to you. And I will continue to do it. You know why? I used to think that you really love me and do what you do because of that. But now I am sure that you are a desperate submissive male. It is in your soul, and you can’t do anything about that. You are a good guy actually. You might be even a good boyfriend material, if you had even a bit of self-respect. However, even I will be your wife, you won’t be happy as much as when you’re my slave.”

I was sucking a used condom full of cold cum, and listening the love of my life. I was about to vomit, I was about to cry. But, my dick was hard. And she was aware of that.

To be honest, I always had a submissive side around girls, and never had a self-confidence to make a move or else. But she had become my catalyst. She was making a new man out of me, with only one purpose; to serve her. And after all, I was happy inside.

“Get up” Emma told me.

I got up, and now my fully-erected dick was right in front of her face. She put her index finger at the tip of it and started to stroke it very very slowly, with just one finger. My dick instantly become rock hard and started to beat like my heart. I was shaking out of excitement, and in just seconds I was nearly cumming.

“When was the last time you stroke?”

“Y-y-esterdayy”

“What did you think about?”

“You”

“Like what?”

“We… w… were havinnng.. sex.”

“Good. In which position?”

“Please Emma, I am about to cum.”

“Don’t dare to cum. Continue, in which position?”

I closed my eyes. It was hard, too hard. It was my first time experiencing the edging, the strangest feeling a man can see. It was like just standing on the edge of the sea on a very bright and hot afternoon, and feeling the cold waves on your feet, and waiting there when every inch of your body is burning under the sun. It was like seeing a cup of water on the other side of a window right in the middle of the desert. It was so close, yet so far.

“You… were… on my lap… I was sit… sitting…. On the edge …. of the bed…. Sucking… oh please… please Emma… let me…”

“I said continue.”

“sucking your… tits…”

“Did you cum inside me?”

“Yes….”

She laughed out loud, and stopped edging me.    

Rejection is and has been your reality with girls since you remember and have conscience about sex. Guess what loser? it’s not going to change any time soon

Im a nice guy

Wife’s best friend meets bull

Sitting with my wife and her best friend, who I’ll call H, watching football yesterday. My wife is sitting next to me texting periodically. I go into the kitchen and hear them whispering. H asked my wife, “Are you texting Nick?” I couldn’t hear anything else for the next bit of the conversation.

I got my drink together and tried to be quiet so I could hear what was being said. I’m pretty sure they figured that out because they stopped talking. I walked back into the living room and they were acting like nothing happened and my wife was texting again.

My phone dinged the specific ringtone I have for her and I checked it. It read, “Nick is coming over.” I texted her back, “Now?!” H looked over as my wife’s phone dinged. We were obviously texting one another. “H knows everything, it’s really not a big deal.” “Her meeting Nick isn’t a big deal to you? Seems like a pretty fucking big deal to me.” My wife glanced over at me and then typed, “She’s my best friend. She doesn’t judge us. She knows everything and won’t care. Plus, I want to see Nick.”

“See” means she wants her brains fucked out. Just for the record, H is crazy as fuck. In college she straight up fucked everyone it felt like. Very sexually open and confident. My wife has said many times how she envied H’s confidence.

About twenty minutes and a huge amount of angst later Nick knocked on the door. My wife answered it and gave him a huge hug. She brought him in and introduced him to H, who was immediately under his spell. Her whole demeanor and voice changed as she attempted to flirt with my wife’s Adonis. He came in and I said hey to him. My wife asked if he wanted a drink and retrieved it for him. He stood in the living room watching the football game and asking questions about how it was going. I tried to act pissed the Panthers were losing although the only thing on my mind was how H was taking all of this in.

He talked with H as he sat on the couch on the other side of my wife. Asked her what she did for work, flirted openly with her, and did the whole, “How are you single?” thing. Of course she laughed way too hard at that since she was in full flirt mode. Nick put his arm around my wife and started complimenting her dress. He then pulled his arm back around and put it on her thigh. He ran it up her thigh a little, exposing almost up to her pussy. They giggled to each other a little and then stood up. They started walking toward the bedroom and said a quiet, “We’ll be right back..” as she walked past H.

H sat there with her eyes huge holding her beer. She looked over at me and said, “Just like that?” I hoped she’d keep acting naive and said, “What’s that?” She said, “That’s how casually it happens, huh?” I sat there for a second and then said, “I guess so.” She turned her attention to the game and I guess didn’t know what else to say.

About a minute or two later we start hearing muffled moans from my wife and the incredibly loud bed we have squeaking. H says, “I’m sorry, but we can’t act like that’s not happening.” She laughed a pretty nervous laugh and looked at me looking for an answer. I said, “I know you know about their arrangement. I guess it’s still new to you though.” She looked a little confused and said, “It’s a little different reading about it or hearing about it instead of watching (or listening) to it happen.”

Then the big question that is always asked: “How can you sit there as a man and have some other guy fuck your wife like that?” I gave her the same generic answer I always give now, “I wish I could tell you why I like it.” We then started talking about all of the circumstances. She asked me how many times I’d had an orgasm this year. I told her three and she almost died. She almost yelled, “THREE?!?! Holy fuck!! I couldn’t live without three a week!!”

H stared at me, definitely in disbelief, and said, “I just don’t get it… I get her wanting that (motioned with her thumb toward the bedroom) but I do not get that (pointing toward my cage).” I shrugged her shoulders. We sat there and listened to the football game peppered with my wife moaning and the bed squeaking more quickly. She said, “Fuck. How do you not get turned on listening to them? I’m dying over here.” I just said, “I do.” I was honestly trying to embrace my embarrassment but it was really difficult.

Finally, the squeaking stopped. We could hear my wife panting heavily. Nick laughed his deep laugh. A few seconds later I hear “Cuck! Come down here for a minute.” It hit me hard in the angst when he called me cuck in front of H. I felt like such a bitch at that point. While I walked down the hallway I wondering why it took that to get me to feel like a bitch.

When I got down there my wife was on her back with cum all around her pussy. A little leaking out but mostly around her pussy. Nick put on his basketball shorts, leaving his boxers off) and didn’t even put on a shirt before walking out to “get some water.” As I get down between my wife’s thighs I hear him start talking to H. My wife is still panting and groans as I start to lick her. She says, “Was it weird sitting out there with her?” “Yes, very.” “I bet you liked it though, didn’t you?” “I honestly don’t know,” and that was the truth. I licked her clean and stood back up. I had a nice drop spot on my khakis from leaking out of my cage. My wife slid her dress over her head and “freshened up” a little bit in the bathroom before we walked back out there.

When we were walking out Nick and H were talking. He was mid sentence when he saw us coming. First thing I heard him say was, “It happens more than you’d think. I’ve done this for several couples and have friends that do it for other white couples.” She just sat there, enamored by it all, and said, “Wow. I had no idea.” He continued as I walked past him, “This way, we all get to fulfill our true nature. Works out best for everyone.” He glanced over at me, “He’s a great husband. He is a provider. He provides in every way except for taking care of that pussy. That’s why he provides her with me. Haha.”

My wife was sitting back in between us now, face still beat red, and she and H both laughed at this with him. He put his arm around my wife again and said, “And she… she’s an amazing wife to fulfill his fantasy. And she is a baaaaad bitch, too.” Again, there was laughter and my wife playfully slapped his chest. The conversation seemed to go on forever since this is the first time H and Nick has met and she had a million questions. “What if you fall in love?” “Why don’t you let him cum?” “How many times have you done this?” “Are you doing it for more couples now?”

I just sat there watching the game and my wife put her hand on my leg. She winked at me and we talked a little about what we should do for dinner and if they were both staying. We had decided to cook spaghetti. She asked both Nick and H if that was ok and if they wanted to hang around. They both said it sounded great. My wife looked at me and said, “Spaghetti it is.” It was early for dinner so I didn’t think she meant yet. She then sat there and looked at me and then changed her tone and while holding Nick’s hand hanging around her neck said, “Uh.. now.”

I got up and walked into the kitchen to cook everyone dinner. As I walked into the kitchen I heard H laugh under her breath and say quietly, “Woooow…” The three of them talked away for the next thirty minutes while I worked on dinner. I glanced down and saw the precum stain on my crotch had grown even more.