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Angela exited her Gmail account after making the final arrangements. It had taken a while to convince her husband that they should experiment. Try out new things*sexually,*that is. She looked over the top of the laptop to where he sat, watching the late-night news on the television. A*smile crept*across her lips and anticipation grew in the pit of her stomach, the intensity of which she couldn?t quench.Her nostrils flared as she recited the words she had written in the email, she slipped her fingers inside her knickers and let them slip over her sweet and silky lips, wet lips from the amount of juice her pussy was secreting solely from the anticipation.As he sat watching the news, Dave, her husband, was not convinced, but he knew, however hard he tried to give her the pleasure that she wanted, that his attempts were always left wanting. Despite being reasonably well-endowed, he couldn?t play the tune that Angela wanted him to play.Yes, he could fuck her, lick her, have indoor and outdoor sex and suck on her wonderful tits; even pinching her nipples when she pleaded with him to do it. That wasn?t the problem. The problem was that Angela needed something that his brain was not wired to do. Lovemaking he liked. Domination was another thing indeed and he couldn?t bring himself to spank her, punish her and make her do things that were degrading.He had tried, of course, he tried spanking her but they gave up when he landed a hard smack on her bottom that caused her to cry out. It was what Angela wanted, of course, but Dave immediately pulled his hand away and watched it shake with fear that he had hurt her.Dave couldn?t explain where Angela was getting these ideas from, he put it down to her genes. In a strange yet reassuring way, it was a blessing that they talked about it. But in other ways, it was also a torment to him that he couldn?t please her. And so, he let her forge ahead with her plans to involve a third party, a Dom, a person that could please her in this way. Once he had agreed, he knew she wouldn?t lose any time over it and he knew she was behind him busy typing the reply to a person she met online.Dave heard a moan coming from the desk in the corner of the room. He turned his head slightly to see Angela?s hand busy underneath the desk. Her head leaning back against the wall. One of her legs rested on top of the table. She had got to the stage where she rarely hid her masturbation sessions over the exchange of emails between him and her. The*panting became louder, more rhythmic and her chest heaved.Out of the corner of his eye, Dave saw his wife climax. A guttural groan left her mouth and her body lurched forward into the laptop on the desk. Her hands outstretched as if holding some ghost from trying to maul her body; though she would have probably liked that, he reasoned.Dave turned back to the television and contemplated switching it off and going to bed. He did just that. Angela shut the lid of the laptop as he passed her.?I?ve sent it.?Dave nodded, ?I thought you had.?Angela quickly rose and blocked his path from the stairs to their bedroom.?You do want this, don?t you???Yes,? he said, ?I want you to be happy. Fulfilled.?Dave brushed past her, knowing the heightened sexual state she was in would only mean one thing. Angela caught him up, half-way up the stairs, grabbed his bottom and squeezed.?Come on you, let?s get you fucked, shall we??ooOooAngela had to wait a day for a reply from her friend, despite logging on just about every izmir rus escort bayan hour to check her email. When it did arrive, Dave could tell it wasn?t good news.?He can?t make it until two weeks next Saturday,? she read the most important line out to him.Dave nodded. ?Well, gives us time to plan then, doesn?t it??Angela smiled at Dave and nodded.In the few hours that followed, Angela had booked a room at the hotel that her friend had suggested and bought the suggested items from LoveHoney; her favourite online shopping mall. She kept telling Dave how much she loved him, but he knew it was all about how much she was looking forward to the actual day.Angela remained horny all week. Her outfit arrived. She put it on to tease Dave and he had to admit she looked good in it; stunning in fact. The emails arrived every night throughout the week. After she read every correspondence, she was instructed to fuck Dave but that she had to stop once she had climaxed. For Angela, the fucking didn?t last long which usually left Dave feeling frustrated.The fucking slowed down the closer it got to the designated day and it was non-existent for three days before. Angela was beside herself, climbing the walls, getting tetchy with Dave over the slightest disagreement.Dave played on her uncomfortableness with the lack of sex and had threatened to tell her friend when he caught her masturbating in the shower one morning. On that occasion, he actually opened the shower door marched her out and smacked her arse before ripping into her verbally.Angela knew he was right. As he left to get dressed, a smile crossed her face and her eyes glistened with evil intent. She was feeling so horny and there were twenty-four hours to go; far too long.*ooOOooSaturday arrived. Angela was awake at six in the morning, showering and, as far as Dave could ascertain, playing with her pussy, though she was managing to stop herself from climaxing just in time. By nine in the morning, their bags were packed and loaded into the car and Angela was waiting for Dave to finish his breakfast. The hotel was only twenty miles away and they didn?t need to be there until two in the afternoon; a good hour before he would arrive.After a quick lecture on timewasting, Dave finally gave in and readied himself a little faster. He grinned at Angela as she sat in the car waiting for him to fiddle with the locks on the door and set*the alarms. Dave could tell by the way she stared out of the windscreen that she was pissed off with him. He could tell she was eager, no, desperate to get to the hotel. To have a few drinks, to change into her outfit, for him to appreciate her charms.Dave sat in the car, placed the key into the ignition and turned to Angela.?You ready to go? Have you left anything behind???Fuck off and just drive,? she said, giving him an if-looks-could-kill sideways glance.Dave smiled. It hadn?t occurred to him how much he enjoyed seeing her being so uncomfortable, having to wait, having to slow things down when her excitement and anticipation levels were through the roof.In forty minutes, they had reached the hotel, parked the car and checked in. The room was plush, pristine and they dumped their bags and retired for a gin and tonic in the bar. They booked a table and had a lovely meal at the restaurant with a nice bottle of wine that was presented to them courtesy of Brian. An enveloped note was tied around the neck of the bottle.Angela opened escort izmir otele gelen it and then let out a barely audible gasp.?What does it say?? Asked Dave. Angela handed it to him.?Did you say anything about me masturbating to him? Behind my back.?Dave smiled as he read the note. He looked into Angela?s eyes and cocked his head and winked. Even though he hadn?t, he wasn?t going to let her have the benefit of the doubt.At one in the afternoon, they retired to the room. Angela handed Dave an email. It was an email from Brian asking that Dave wear certain items of clothing: a silk shirt, black slacks, no underwear.?But I haven?t packed any of these,? he said as he read the note.?I have, they?re in my bag,? replied Angela. She pulled her own gear out and disappeared into the bathroom.?How long are you going to be in there???If you want a piss, you better have one now,? she shouted back.They exchanged places for all of three minutes before Dave was left with the television and the clothes he should wear. Plenty of time to think about this guy Brian. He pulled a few printed emails that were poking out of Angela?s handbag and read them. He read with envy and realised why she carried these around with her. Brian?s tone was firm, almost demanding.* Dave wondered whether his wife did these tasks that she had been set and if so, when? And where?The tasks varied from flashing to revealing parts of her body in stores and coffee shops. He liked the one where she had to sit in the back of a taxi and open her legs so that the driver could see her uncovered pussy. He remembered her coming home once with a very short yellow skirt and this task was mentioned in one of the emails. She had to ride the escalators in British Home Stores and Marks and Spencer's without any knickers; and when there was a man behind her, she had to bend over to pick up something that she had dropped.Dave thought how much he would have loved to have been behind her on that particular task.?Are you getting ready out there?? Angela shouted from the bathroom.It was nearly one-thirty and Dave put the papers back in her bag and took his old clothes off. He decided to leave his shoes and socks off.Angela appeared from the bathroom as Dave was watching the television while sitting on the edge of the bed.?Fuck!? he said, his eyes wide and his jaw half-way to the floor.Angela smiled.?What do you think???Gorgeous. He?s gonna love you.??I don?t want him to love me. I just wanna get used.?Dave smiled.There was a knock on the door. Angela looked at Dave and made her way to the door. She looked through the spyhole and confirmed to Dave that it was him. Brian.Instructions were left that Dave should answer the door.The man standing on the outside was quite a bit older, Dave estimated around late fifties or early sixties. His salt and pepper hair was thinning on top and his crisp beard was charismatic. He exuded class with his black suit and shiny shoes.Dave invited him inside without saying a word and Brian followed him down the narrow corridor into the main bedroom.Angela was waiting; sitting on the edge of the bed as instructed. Legs closed, hands on her knees and her head bowed; her heavy breasts heaving within the confines of her balcony bra. The toys he had instructed her to bring were placed on the small wooden table by the wall. Underneath the television that was now silent.Angela closed her eyes as Brian surveyed his prize. Dave couldn?t buca escort believe the change in her. One moment argumentative, anxious and excited, but looking at her now she was as timid as a mouse, though just as excited as he watched her heaving breasts.Brian nodded his approval. He lifted a strand*of her hair and pushed it behind her ears. His finger followed the line of her jaw until it rested under her chin. He lifted her chin upwards so that she could look into his eyes.Dave could see that her lips were quivering and a wry smile broke out on them when she noticed a smile from him.He let his finger slip across her luscious red lips before slipping it between them. An action that seemed practised as Angela accepted and sucked on his finger.Brian removed it and smiled at her and then without warning his tone changed.?You?ve been naughty, haven?t you??Her head dipped down so that her chin was almost touching her breasts. ?Yes, Master,? she replied.Dave watched with interest as his slutty and cock-sure wife withdrew into her role.?Did you masturbate???Yes, Master.??Did you climax???No, Master.??Are you lying to me, Angela??She took too long to answer and Brian once more placed his hand under her chin and lifted it. Looking into her eyes he asked the question again.?Did you climax???Yes, once, Master.??Once too many then,? he retorted. He turned away from her and walked to the table to collect a few necessary items.?Stand up. Take your knickers down,? Brian commanded.Angela did as she was told, leaving her knickers on the floor in front of her feet.Brian let his hand wander over her beautiful breasts that stood almost proud of the balcony bra. Her nipples were dark and full and erect with anticipation. Brian pulled one of them out from the bra and attached a nipple clamp. The tightness caused Angela to gasp before he pushed her nipple back into the bra. He repeated the action with her other nipple and pulled tightly on the chain that connected them to ensure they wouldn?t come free.Angela?s head, neck and upper body seemed to follow the direction of the chain.?Keep you back straight,? he commanded her.Angela pulled back slowly, getting herself used to the tension on her nipples and the pain that was shooting through her sensitive parts.Brian turned to Dave.?Do you see how much she likes it, Dave??Dave nodded; his breath almost as rapid as Angela?s.?Why don?t you take down your trousers and kneel on the bed about halfway up, facing me,? he told Dave.As Dave got in position, Brian turned Angela around to face the bed and Dave. He pushed her forward and she instinctively knew to kneel onto the bed facing her husband.?Dave, pick up the chain and hold it tight.? Dave did as he was instructed, only he held it a little tighter than perhaps Brian had implied.Angela felt a stiff wooden board, about three inches in width and half an inch thick and about eighteen inches long caress between her thighs. She knew its size because she had bought it for this precise moment. There was a handle at one end becoming more flexible at the other.Brian wiggled it from side to side and Angela opened her thighs a little wider in response. Brian slipped it onto her lips and dragged it between them; hoping there were no splinters in the fine Ashwood that it was made from. By the time the end of it appeared into the open, it was smeared with her juices.?Quite the little slut, aren?t we??It was as much of a question as a statement and Angela responded in kind.?Yes, Master.?She looked up into the eyes of her husband as she said those words. She never heard the swish of the ruler, engaged as she was in conversation with her Master. The first thing she knew about what had happened was the sudden pain, followed by the cry from her lips and finally the heat that spread across her bottom.