Demon Seed

[Don Jetman]

Demon Seed

by Don Jetman



A week earlier I couldn't have imagined we'd find ourselves on a flight destined for
another of Dave's Halloween parties. L and I were both under water with work. We had
each been traveling on alternate weeks for the past month which had robbed us of time
together, and sex had been a smattering of quickies when we could steal a few minutes
between business trips. L doesn't spend as much time on the road as I do, so
navigating strange cities and the deadlines of travel are more stressful for her.
Although I try to imagine her in a new man's hotel bed when she travels, she hadn't
played at all. When I asked, she said there were men everywhere she'd fantasized
about, but the whirlwind of meetings, busy city traffic, and crowded flights
overwhelmed both her free time and desire. Recovering from the stress of travel
meant even less time for sex at home - she was constantly exhausted.

As Halloween approached, a mix of infrequent sex and heightened stress spawned our
periodic need to play - the kind of play that swept away the stress and demands
of our jobs - the kind of play that took all decision making and control from us and
placed it in Dave's imaginative hands. L wanted to go - I resisted due to work
demands. She contacted him, he arranged the flight, and L got her way.

Once on the plane, I was glad to get away. L knew what we needed in spite of the
blinders I wore as a slave to my job. Ultimately, she knew I hadn't regretted giving
in by the way I shifted and squirmed in the narrow seat beside her. My jeans left no
room at all for a growing erection as I dozed and imagined what might be in store
for us - and for L in particular. L reached over and gave it a quick squeeze now and
then. She shot me a wicked smile when I flinched and opened my eyes. She'd stare at
me then as though she dared me to ask what she and Dave had planned, but knew I
couldn't question her in the crowded cabin. By the time our flight landed, I was
ready for just about anything.

The plane had been so full there wasn't overhead space for my only piece of luggage
so it had to be checked at the last minute. I envied L, knowing by now Dave would
have everything she needed before we arrived - clothes, makeup, bath soap and shampoo
- all ready and waiting beside his things in his master bathroom. As we waited for my
bag to appear on the winding snake of luggage that inched by, the simple fact that L
no longer brought a thing with her already had me thinking of her and Dave together.

I had watched her dress before we left and knew she was naked under her skintight
jeans, silky white blouse and light nylon jacket. The stilettos from our last trip in
July were left behind, but she had bought a pair of lower heels not long after, I
assumed for trips like this one. The shoes had small narrow straps that circled her
ankles before they fastened, a subtle (or maybe not so subtle) sign that she might
be available to anyone who noticed. She hadn't worn them with skirts or dresses,
always with jeans. The "fuck me" part of the shoes was hidden as she stood or
walked, but now and then she'd sit, cross her legs, the jeans would ride up, and
she'd drop a hint for the right guy who happened to walk by us in the airport. It
was so obvious, and I loved watching her.

When Dave called L's cell to let us know he was there to pick us up, she told me,
"He's coming," and she smiled just enough to be sure I got the double meaning. I
didn't need the reminder - I was nearly shaking with anticipation and fighting
another erection just watching her stand a few feet away, wondering if any of the men
around us could tell that my wife was anxious to take her lover's cock in her mouth.
L didn't appear to be looking at anyone in particular, but I was creating a scenario
in my head where men were lining up there in the airport, passing her their business
cards with hardons with hopes of fucking her in a nearby hotel. She got the usual
looks from a few guys, but nothing like my imaginary story predicted.

Dave did his usual thing when he found us, taking L in his arms and kissing her as
though he was her husband, anxious to get her into bed after a long absence. It
always got to me a little. The kiss was so long and deep that people noticed and
stared now and then. There was nothing obscene about it, but the public intimacy
still affected me. It was the jarring message, I guess. Minutes before, we appeared
to be an ordinary husband and wife. L was loving, bright, and happy, taking my hand
as we walked through the airport during our layover just hours before. Suddenly she
was on her toes, greedily kissing her lover as though she was completely his. I
always knew the change would happen there, but watching them kiss in public, knowing
he was hard for her, and she wet for him, and wondering what everyone around us
thought about the scene, well, it was always a bit unnerving. It was hot, disturbing,
exciting, embarrassing - a sudden sting of possessiveness soaked in the boiling heat
of seeing her taken by a lover she desperately wanted. It was a gateway we had passed
through many times, but still one of Dave's most effective messages - "You can watch,
but she's mine here."

We stopped at a sports bar for lunch. It was crowded and a bit chaotic, not the kind
of place Dave tends to take us. I suspected he just wanted to show L off to the young
guys with eyes glued to the games on the overhead screens. It took forever to order,
and even longer to get our food. Dave wanted to know everything about L's love life -
whom she had fucked and how often. This time there wasn't much to tell; although
L surprised me with how many times she and her coworker had stayed late and fucked
in either her or his office. But I had been on the road a lot, and wasn't exactly too
surprised to find she had taken advantage of his always available cock.

While we waited for our food, Dave suggested L take off her jacket, that she would be
too warm in the crowded room. He helped her peel it over her shoulders and placed it
on the seat between them. Then he suggested she might want to find the ladies room to
"freshen up" after our flights. L had worn a silky white blouse that clearly showed
the outline of her breasts and nipples as it collapsed over them. It wasn't at all
transparent, but without a bra it wasn't far from slutty. Dave had bought it for her
on a previous trip, and had probably wanted her to wear it again. The weather was
cooler, but I'm sure L wore the jacket mostly to cover herself on the plane.

I watched her make her way between the endless tables of guys - guys much, much
younger than L - and many of them stared. She was pretty good at ignoring them
as though she didn't notice, but I saw them whispering and joking after she passed by.
On her way back, a table of guys stopped her to talk. They seemed well-behaved - just
horny and unafraid to hit on a woman they didn't know. L kept shaking her head as
they pulled out a chair, inviting her to sit with them, and she was smiling like she
was enjoying the attention. I was a little stunned when she joined them, plucking a
few fries from a basket in the middle of the table, dunking them in ketchup and
easing each one past her lips like it was a tiny cock. At least that's how I imagined
it. She sat and teased them for five minutes, then returned to our table.

"Someone you know?" Dave asked, smiling.

"No, not at all."

"So, what did they want?" he asked again, glancing over at me as though we all knew
the answer.

L leaned close to us, peered around us at the table across the room, grinned, and
whispered, "They wanted to fuck me. Couldn't you tell?"

When Dave and I didn't answer right away, she told us, "You'd both like that,
wouldn't you?"

When I suggested we hadn't come all this way for something she could have at home,
Dave agreed. I doubted it was part of the program, other than having her expose
herself in front of them.

"Hmmm - I don't know..." she mused. "All those young guys, wanting me, horny for me -
how many were there again?"

She looked back at their table, counting silently.

"Oh - only four..."

I thought back to a time a few years ago when L would never have stood her ground
in a conversation like this one. Back then she would have blushed and assured me it
was nothing but a few horny guys she couldn't avoid. I almost didn't know her at
times like this, but surprising me with the unexpected, even the outrageous, was
something I had come to admire in her. She could bring heat to any unrehearsed
conversation as easily and freely as discussing the weather. With a look and a few
words she could kick my pulse up a notch, ignite the beginnings of a hardon, then
wait quietly with a wicked grin as her words steamed and simmered. Of course, visits
with Dave always seemed to encourage her to be more outrageous in public.

Yes, she had always loved teasing me, but she had acquired real power now, enough to
shock me and then make me wonder whether any or all of it was true. Honestly, I
wasn't quite sure whether she planned to go back to fuck those guys or not. Still, I
doubted whether she'd sidetrack a visit with Dave for some questionable cock. It was
probably just my imagination working overtime again.

Once back at Dave's home the scene was as it had been on the last few visits, per
Dave's orders. L stripped just inside the front door, went to her knees, and sucked
him until he came in her mouth. She was more aggressive this time, not stopping to
lick his stomach or balls, simply sucking and pumping with both hands until he spewed
into her hungry mouth. Again, I was reminded of how easy it had become for her now.
She was skilled at getting him off and swallowed every drop of semen without gagging
or losing it as she had in the past. She blew me often now as well, in the same way,
as though she was proud of emptying me. Sometimes I'd wonder if it was Dave's training,
her stable of lovers, or just the challenge of conquering her past dislike of it that
had made the difference, arming her with another way of seducing men. In the end, it
didn't really matter. She was really, really good.


~*~

[Don Jetman]

We spent the day helping Dave prepare for the party, a day much like those when we
had visited before. It had begun to seem normal watching L constantly naked around
his house, teasing me with her sexiest walk, welcoming his hands on her at random
times when he paused to fondle her body, and even her surprise blow jobs in the
middle of the day when she made sure I knew how much she loved taking his cock in her
mouth. It was still amazing to me how easily she swallowed his semen, how she wanted
me to see it as though she was so proud she could take all of it.

Dave had done all the shopping, so we only had to do a little decorating, rearrange
some furniture to make room for his guests, and bring some booze up from the basement
to stock the bar. I unpacked my things in my basement bedroom, wondering what L and I
would do for costumes at the party. We hadn't brought any - Dave promised he'd take
care of it. I wasn't sure I would like having to wear his idea of what L's cuckold
should wear in front of everyone, but knew the plan would likely only work if I
played along. And honestly, I was really more interested in how he would dress L.

An hour before the guests arrived, Dave presented us with our costumes - simple white
Roman tunics and flowered wreaths to wear on our heads. The costumes were identical,
I assumed to make sure everyone knew L and I were a couple. I was disappointed
though. I wanted to be something scary - a vampire or zombie. No such luck. At least
the costume would be comfortable. L went upstairs to try hers on and I went to my
basement bedroom at do the same. I was surprised to find how thin the material was -
not transparent, but very light and flowing. After fastening the sash, I found the
tunic only fell about a foot below my waist. If L's was the same, I knew she'd be
showing a lot of leg that night, and probably even more if Dave made her go without
panties.

We modeled the costumes for Dave, and he was happy with L's, but not so much with
mine. I had assumed I could keep my underwear under the tunic, but he had other
plans.

"You both have to be naked under them," he told us. "Lose the briefs, Don."

When I started back down the stairs, he stopped me.

"No need to be modest. You can do it here. I don't think L will mind, will you, L?"

L grinned and said it was fine, so I stripped out of them and tossed them down the
stairs. It was then I noticed that in the light I could see through the fabric
somewhat, and that keeping my dick out of sight would be a problem. I could see
through L's as well, just enough to make out the shape of her body and the pink of
her nipples beneath the upper part of the tunic. Looking closer, even though he kept
her freshly shaved there, I could just make out the slit of her pussy if the light
was right.

"I don't know about this," I told him. "How many people will be here tonight?"

"Are you worried about them seeing your dick or L's pussy, Don?"

I lied and told him, I - I guess, both."

Funny how I was used to having L expose her body to other men at the parties, but
exposing myself was more concerning. But L enjoyed doing it, and she knew she'd get
laid by any guy she wanted by the end of the night. I'd get nothing from it, except
possibly the humiliation of having his guests see my hardon when L was hit on. Yes,
it was a double standard, and as hard as I tried to justify it, I knew it was part of
whatever was planned. I supposed I could just hide behind the bar all night if I had
to. Then I thought about whether Ping, my exotic Asian beauty would be there to tease
me, or even Gail, my past drop-dead gorgeous companion would show up and make me
hard just hearing her voice again. Yup - I was pretty much fucked, and not in a good way.


~*~

[Don Jetman]

The party was a mix of guests, pretty standard stuff. There were four of the couples
we had met there many times, and a few solo men and women to round out the crowd.
Dave was Dracula, as usual, and spent the first half-hour introducing L to everyone
we didn't already know. There was the usual intimacy between them as he introduced us
with his hand on the small of her back or on her ass, and L circling her arm
around his waist now and then, snuggling him when he made her laugh. He almost always
made a special effort to show us off to others as a couple. It used to be embarrassing
as they became aware of Dave's intimacy with her, but by this time I was used to it,
and if anything, having others know he was fucking my wife was bound to get me hard.
I tried my best not to imagine the men we met fucking her, and I was fairly successful
at avoiding a raging hardon.

Later I saw L spending a lot of time with a guy we hadn't met. He kept adjusting her
costume, touching her face and neck, and after watching them for a while I could see
L was interested. They got plenty of glances from other guests as well - he almost
demanded to be noticed. The guy was huge, and dressed as Satan, or maybe a Demon.
He had fastened small red horns to his shaved head and wore red tights under a
matching cape. He towered over L, and I saw her glance constantly at his bare chest,
then down over the outline of his cock as they talked. I couldn't remember seeing a
guy this big in person, ever, and I imagined L's past fetish for bodybuilders probably
had her wet for him.

I watched them for a while from a distance where my growing erection wasn't
noticeable. He leaned down, whispered in her ear for a long time, L nodded, and he
lowered her costume off her shoulders just enough to expose her breasts to him. She
was facing him in the far corner of the room where no one else could see, and her
back was turned toward me, but I could see the top of her tunic was pushed halfway
down her back. She kept staring up at him and nodding as he spoke to her. Then he
simply lowered his head and kissed her. The kiss seemed to go on and on, and I
was surprised no one else had noticed. He had taken her face in his hands and kissed
her harder, and she returned all of it just as passionately. L's arms were limp and
lifeless at her side, her body now pressed against him as he pulled her closer. The
embrace became an almost violent attack, but she just stood there, still and limp,
giving herself up to him. As the kiss ended he raised his head and he looked right
at me from across the room, staring for just a few seconds as if he knew I was
watching. It was a chilling moment - was he was telling me with a look that L was
likely already his for the night?

Before long I saw L and him approach me. They drew everyone's attention as they
crossed the room, and I wondered what the guests who didn't know us were thinking. It
was obvious L and I were husband and wife, and just as obvious that this giant Demon
was hitting on her. There was no doubt who was the alpha-male, and I felt somewhat
embarrassed that it was obviously impossible to defend her from his sexual aggression
in front of strangers. At least the angst deflated my dick a little. Getting hard
because he was taking my wife from me would have been even more humiliating. Not
everyone gets what we do.

L introduced him and we shook hands. Damn, this guy was huge, a foot taller and
probably eighty pounds heavier than me. I looked down and saw that he was holding L's
hand.

"She's quite a lady, isn't she?" he told me, as though he had known her for years.
"There's something about her that's always intrigued me."

"So you know each other?" I asked, looking over at L.

L glanced at him, but didn't answer.

"Not exactly. You might say I'm very familiar with her - her rather 'special' needs."

"So, you've talked to Dave about us?" I asked.

"A bit, but it really wasn't necessary."

Another of Dave's scripts, I guessed. Demons can read minds, right?

The guests began to leave as we talked, and soon Dave, L, her Demon and I were the
only ones left.

"There's something you need to know - some things you need to see," the Demon
announced to me. He took L's hand, led her downstairs, and motioned to me to follow
them. At the end of the hallway, past the guest room I used there, and past the
storage room Dave used for wine and liquor, was a second door I had never noticed.
Dave opened it and stood by while we entered. It smelled a bit of freshly cut wood,
and I guessed he had just recently finished another part of the basement as a second
guest room.

I doubted it was just a guest bedroom after looking around. He had hung heavy red
draperies along all the walls that matched the blood-red carpet. A large four-poster
bed sat in the middle of the room surrounded by a ring of thickly padded chairs, also
in matching red. Dave had built a play room, or maybe a dungeon, most likely for the
couples who partied there, but I imagined just maybe at least a part of the incentive
was to play with L and I as well.

L and her Demon watched as Dave sat me in one of the chairs and attached my wrists to
leather cuffs along each side. L and her Demon stood a few feet in front of me. She
seemed to be in some kind of trance, no doubt another part of her planned role for
the night. The scene was effective - a bit of incense in the air, and candles
flickering here and there at the perimeter of the room. Dave retreated into the
background as the Demon shrugged off his cape. Jesus, the guy was shockingly huge,
with a massive bare chest and arms. The candles made the contours and size of his
cock more startling through the red tights, and I could see it swell slowly until
the tip reached the elastic waist of the tights.

I could see what lengths Dave had gone to for the event - it was extravagant beyond
any scene he had created for us. And yes, I was excited - excited that this giant
would fuck L, that she would love it, and that I would get to watch. And I was a bit
relieved the extremes of the past role playing hadn't appeared. This was scripted and
arranged, and even though it was Halloween, I was free of the angst and uncertainty
of some of our past visits, although lingering in the back of my mind was a hint of
concern.

Being restrained was something I had been through before. It was one of my fantasies
- helplessly forced to watch a powerful alpha male satisfy L as she eagerly showed me
how much she enjoyed him. The chair put me on a much lower level, requiring me to
look up at him as he spoke. It made him seem even more monstrous as he loomed over
me. Now I was craning my neck, staring up at this giant, black Demon.


~*~

[Don Jetman]

He took a step toward me, leaving L standing near the edge of the bed. Now secured to
the chair, my eyes were at the level of his cock. Everything worked to make me feel
small compared to this Alpha Demon. His astonishing size and build was so impressive
that I began to believe his appearance that night could be a supernatural
intervention into our marriage. My imagination went with it - what if there were
Demons that existed to seduce and fuck unsuspecting husbands' wives? Could they
change their appearance at will to become exactly what their victim most desired?
Could they make a wife wet with a single intrusion into her mind? Make her desperate
to fuck her secret fantasy of the ultimate masculine Alpha, erasing all thoughts of
her husband? If any of it might be possible, this was the guy who could make me believe
it.

"I told you I'm 'familiar' with your wife. But you have no idea how, or for how long.
Think back to when your wife began to fuck other men, years ago. She surprised you,
and you took part of the credit. You wanted a hotwife, and there she was, suddenly so
curious, so agreeable, almost overnight after years of your fantasies. You were so
proud - and yet, it wasn't you at all. You didn't convince her. You didn't find her a
man. You didn't free her to take his cock. You had nothing to do with it.

"A wife like yours, a young, pretty wife with so many repressed, obscene fantasies,
is a beacon to beings like me, in ways you could never understand. In a way, she
called to me, even before she was your wife. From the depths of where I exist, I
could smell it on her. She burned with it, craved it. She hungered for cock long
before she took one inside her, long before she met you. That's when I found her,
smelled her hunger, and inched the first tendrils of my influence into her pretty
little head.

"When she was a girl and the boys wanted her, I made her wet for them. But not just
wet - I gave her a thirst so extreme she struggled to hide it. But she did hide it,
so deeply in her mind that it festered and grew in potency. I loved the way her body
responded - such soft and willing flesh at that age. It was tempting to take it then,
but I saw more potential in waiting - waiting for her to find a husband who found
that same flesh just as irresistible.

"Her acceptance of my corruption came so easily. But you know that now, don't you?
That she craved so much college boy cock while she was first with you? That she lied
to you about what she couldn't control? If only you could have seen her sweating and
panting under them. If only you could have read her mind while they fucked her, how
she marveled at how much better their cocks made her feel than your boring, average
one. You can't imagine how much of a slut she seemed to them, all those college boys
who took turns filling her hungry cunt. I helped her with that. And she couldn't get
enough.

"But I'm a patient being. I do enjoy young human flesh, but corrupting a loving wife
is so much more satisfying. Playing with her guilt, insecurities, and the intertwined
love of her husband is intoxicating. And L had quite a head start. All I had to do
was fuck with her mind a bit more - push a few fingers into that pretty little head,
stir, and spread my seeds of corruption a bit, giving them more room to grow. And
then there were your hotwife fantasies to encourage her. You were the perfect husband.
Did I ever thank you for that? No, I suppose not.

"It was never you, Don. You never made her a hotwife by role playing in your bed. You
never convinced her you wanted it. You never knew it wasn't simply chance that she
found Dave, her first hotwife fuck, at a party I arranged. I was there. I opened her.
I watched as she drooled and gushed between her legs when she first met him. She
wanted him right there, on the floor, in front of everyone. Even if it humiliated
you. I was there the second it happened. It was never you. It was me. Always me.
Slashing her defenses. Enabling the slut in her. Amplifying her thirst for bigger
cocks than yours, better men than you to fuck.

"I've been patient, and I've enjoyed the wait. As much as I've wanted her body in the
past, watching her corruption has made the wait worthwhile. Now that she's ripe
and I can take her from you, the reward is so much sweeter. And now that time has come.

"On the table beside you you'll find some paper - a contract of sorts. It describes
what I'll gain tonight, and what you'll lose. And the subject of the document is L's
body and soul. Sign it, and I'll own her. And no, I can't and won't force you. It's
much better if you do it willingly. It has to be your decision. In fact, that's the
only way it's valid.

"To that end, I'm going to show you undeniable proof that it's what L craves - that
you'd do the right thing by signing it. Hopefully, by the time the night's over,
you'll know you have no choice, that it's hopeless to resist surrendering her to me.

"I want you to watch every little detail. How she opens her legs for me, how soaked
she is, how she begs for a cock like she's never experienced before, and how, when
she looks to see that you're watching, her eyes beg you to sign the contract that
will forever give her what she's always needed."

He walked back to L, circled behind her, and stripped the tunic up over her head. The
wreath she wore fell to the carpet, and he returned it to me and placed it in my lap.

"She won't need flowers anymore," he told me. "Maybe you'd like them - a few lingering
memories of what you imagined her to be."

He went behind her again, circling his arms around her, taking her breasts in his
hands. He pulled and rolled her nipples between his fingers, and she gasped. One of
his hands appeared between her legs from behind, his two fingers spreading her pussy
open, then working in and out of her, saturated with her juices.

"Oh God..." she whimpered.

"I'm the Alpha God," he hissed at her. "Do I hear you calling me, begging me?"

"Yesss," she answered.

"Then tell him - that you're mine now, not his."

"Yesss," she whispered again. She was looking at me, at my erection that had escaped
the hem of the tunic and was pointing at the ceiling. "Yes - I'm his, not yours." She
was defiant and shaking in his arms as his fingers continued to ease in and out of
her soaked pussy.

"Then show him," he ordered as he pushed her to her knees. I held my breath as she
lowered the top of his tights to reveal the entire length of his cock. She just
stared for a while, holding it lightly in both hands, watching it grow even bigger
and thicker. It was impossible for her to suck it - just the head stretched her mouth
to its limit as she tried to do what he ordered.

I was so hard, and would have done anything to have been able to take my own dick in
my hand. I couldn't imagine what L thought - I had never seen a cock so frighteningly
huge. The biggest I'd seen belonged to one of her former lovers, a Navy JAG, but this
was now so much more intimidating. Would it even fit inside L, and if it did, would
she want anyone's cock besides his again? It was an extreme thought, and one not
likely to be true, but I couldn't help thinking it at first - the thing was
monstrous.

She licked the length of his cock, up and down, and sucked at the head, but gave up
trying to take more of it in her mouth. She spent so much time simply adoring it,
staring at it, running her fingers over it, as though it really was something
supernatural. I watched her cup his balls with both hands and pull them gently
forward and up into the light. She just held them there, as though they were
tantalizing, rare, and priceless.

"Look at her. She knows. She craves it - the seed that will make your wife mine. Tell
him, my little slut. Tell him what you want."

L looked over at me, sober and in heat. It was once again a look I couldn't
completely decipher - probably a mix of good acting, a hot script, and a Demon she
wanted to submit to more than anything else at that moment.

"I want this - his seed. I want to be his."

He reached down and brought her to her feet, then picked her up and put her on the
bed. The he turned to me and said, "Feast your eyes on what your wife craves."


~*~

[Don Jetman]

He stripped off the tights and flung the cape to the ground, standing naked in front
of me. It was a moment of distilled belief - that he may have been a Demon, and that
he may own L after the night was over. He was all muscle, black, shining, thick
layers of it, with a huge cock that jutted upward to his navel. He stood and flexed
in front of me, making his flesh expand and swell to even more shocking proportions.
It overwhelmed my sense of scripting, role playing, and of L's inner actress playing
a part. This was a body unlike any L had likely seen before, even during her time
with her two bodybuilder sex machines. She had told me how much she loved being
"taken" by them, the mere sight of them, and the solid feel of their bodies as they
"handled" her like a small doll. I wondered if she exaggerated when she told me how
they fucked for hours, but the thought of it alone made me a believer. I had watched
them fuck her as I would here, tied to a chair as they took turns with her. But this
was other-worldly - the Demon with her on the bed was immense, arrogant, and rippling
with muscle that made him god-like. This was a Demon she would remember and compare
to all other men. Even as role play, it was an uncomfortable mix of excitement,
angst, and nervous uncertainty.

She spread her legs for him and he mounted her, slowly inching his cock inside. She
took all of him easily, almost shockingly so. I had never seen her take her largest
cock, the JAG cock she became obsessed with, so I had only imagined how something so
thick and long might fill her. L had always seemed tight as a fist to my average
dick, so watching how easily she took one so immense, as improbable as it was to me,
filled me with disbelief and awe. I imagined her wincing and gasping as such a
monstrous thing impaled her, but it slid into her as though she welcomed every inch.
I was stunned.

He never pounded her - he just fucked her slowly and evenly ("like a machine",
thinking back to L's description of her bodybuilder). She tried pulling him close at
times, but he resisted. Her hands roamed over his chest and arms as she told him how
good it felt, how full she was, and how she wanted it to go on forever. But he never
broke character. He was her possessor, her perfectly embodied master, her ultimate
owner - if and when I signed the contract.

"Does my little slut like her new master's cock?"

"Yesss - I love it. I want more..."

"Look upon your husband's pathetic dick - how it twitches and bobs so helplessly. How
could you even want that again? Mine is the only cock you'll want now. Tell him."

L turned her face to me and tried to get the words out, but she was shaking so badly
it was as though she was stuttering.

"I - I - o-only - w-want - - his now. S-sooo g-good, Don. S-soo g-good. F-fucking h-
hell it's g-g-good..."

"That's my slutty little piglet - tell him you'll never want his again. Tell him!"

"I - I d-d-on't w-want yours. O-o-nly h-his. O-only - oh m-m ff-ucking g-god - h-his
his h-h-hissss..."

L wasn't usually comfortable with those words, the profanity, when acting - only when
she was out of control with anger or amazing sex. If she was acting, she could have
won an Oscar for it. It broke me a little, urging me toward intermittent but growing
suspension of disbelief. Clearly I was aware that it was another of Dave's
orchestrations, but I began to believe L's conviction, her submission, and that the
words she used came from a place where L sometimes lived, sometimes fantasized, and
sometimes nourished her private orgasms with the very desires she was now living. I
wondered what monstrous sex machines lurked in her most powerful fantasies. How
deeply buried were the extremes of her ultimate surrender to such monsters? Could she
be made to choose her monster over me, and how high was the cliff she'd have to jump
from? To be honest, the scene was a bit over-the-top, but those thoughts came to me
as I watched him take her. He was that good, that commanding, that Alpha-God-like. It
was, looking back, one of Dave's best works. Fucking amazing.

I love to watch L's face in scenarios like this. Yes, her body still excites me, and
how the guy takes her does as well. But her eyes really are the windows to her soul.
There are times when she'll keep them closed, concentrating on her own pleasure, and
finally her orgasm. And there are times when she can't keep them off the guy as he
fucks her. I know that's something special, a connection, chemistry, or sometimes
just her fascination with his body. And sometimes, like this time, she keeps her eyes
locked on his, in a palpable confession of awe and adoration. It's rare, and triggers
the most intense angst in me. It floats questions to the surface, creates a bit of
mystery, a reminder that L no doubt continues to harbor deeper secret fantasies, ones
that I might find not only erotic, but frightening as well. How she stares at him
opens a tiny slit in my armor against jealousy and possessiveness. Is her adoration a
sign of the sex, how much he satisfies her, or is it more personal, an emotional bond
that's more threatening? Not that all this consumes me like a tidal wave as I watch,
but it's delivered in tiny pin pricks of angst, the confounding mix of eroticism and
anxiety that rise briefly in my gut and vanish just as quickly. Because it's rare,
it's more potent, and makes the occasion more memorable. The awareness it creates
sparkles and stings, erupting through the complacency of hundreds of past encounters.
Not that watching a guy fuck L is ever tame or mundane, but now and then, and I'm
sure L loves providing it, a wake-up call reminds me that she hasn't shown me the
last of the perverse fantasies that she's kept hidden for so many years.

The Demon never slowed, never stopped, and never reacted to her moans and pleadings
for him to continue. He moved in and out of L like a black, shining piston as she
explored thick plates and ropes of muscle over his chest and arms. Eventually she
tired and went limp under him, but still gazed steadily into his eyes. Now and then
tiny spasms shook her for a few seconds after she begged him to fuck her harder. She
raised her hips when he partially withdrew, hoping for even more of his cock when he
entered her again. But he never relented, always filling her with his thick meat at
the same speed and rhythm. He left her panting and weak, arms finally limp at her
sides, her eyes flickering, begging for her orgasm. And even then he wouldn't stop or
give her what she wanted - those faster, deeper strokes that would make her come.

It seemed to be a final act of desperation that made her turn her head to the side
and look over at me. I hoped for that hint of sympathy she often gave me, a weak
smile at the corners of her mouth, anything that might show concern for me, or where
the play was headed. Instead, she begged me.

"Please - please give me to him. Just give me to him. I want this. I need this.
Please."

Seconds later I heard the Demon groan and freeze over her. He began thrusting as he
came - pulling out and spurting over L's belly. There was so much semen - it spewed
over her body as he pumped it from his cock with his fist, jetting from the immense
tip up over her breasts and face. L looked shocked as she squinted and turned her
head, trying to avoid the semen that landed on her cheek and hair. Had I missed
her orgasm? Were the tiny spasms that repeatedly shook her body a chain of orgasms so
unbroken that I hadn't recognized them? Or had he lost control before he could give
it to her?


~*~

[Don Jetman]

He lifted L off the bed, stood in front of her, and began spreading his cum over her
body. There was something else though - he was doing something with his hands between
them that I couldn't see. As he worked, there was a flicker of a smile from L I'm
sure I wasn't supposed to see.

Finally, he turned her, grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head, and walked
her to me. He stopped two feet in front of me, and I could see she was soaked with
semen - far too much to have come from the Demon. It covered her from neck to crotch
in a thick, continuous layer as though ten men had come on her. As realistic as it
looked, I knew it was a trick rooted in Dave's imagination. Looking over at the bed,
I saw a plastic container on the floor containing what appeared to be the last
remnants of "Demon cum". I was sure I had seen him come on her on the bed, so this
must have been the extra Demon cum she wore, now mixed with his. Nice effect, if only
he had hidden the container.

"It's time you see the effect I have on your wife," he began. "My seed is soaking
through her skin, entering every pore of her body, igniting her desire for me. She
will be forever changed, just as the change I made in her years ago. Now, instead of
craving every man she sees, she will only crave my cock. The question remains, will
you deprive her of it? And will she hate you for it?"

L began to beg me again.

"Please - I need him - I need his cock. Don't take it from me - I couldn't stand it.
Please give me to him - pleeease..."

The Demon called Dave to unfasten my wrists. Should I get up, or stay seated? What
role was I supposed to play now?

The Demon pushed L closer, within arm's reach.

"Feel the power of my seed," the Demon ordered. "Spread it over her. Infuse her body
with it. Use your hands to make her mine. Do it! Now!"

It was sticky and thick, and could have passed for real semen. I pushed my hands into
it and began to spread it carefully up and down her belly. L was taking deep breaths
and smiling, her head arched back a bit as though she was intoxicated by it. As I
came closer to her groin and pussy, he stopped me.

"Not there! Her pussy is mine to fill with seed! Do her tits! Her face! Everything
else!"

She inhaled sharply as I massaged the goo into her breasts and nipples, and finally
let out a quiet, "Yessss! I can feel it. In me. Everywhere."

She let me spread it over her neck and face, simply staring at me while I worked. The
stuff was even stringy like semen, and I wondered how much of the sticky mixture
between my fingers was really his. There were already a few dabs of his cum on her
cheek and at the corner of her mouth, and I tried to wipe it away from her eyes into
the goo. When I had made her face shiny with it, she asked me, "Are you going to
feed me his seed? I want to taste it - to swallow it and have it deep inside me.
Please? Feed Me?"

"You heard her," he said. "She'll get her fill later, but she needs a taste now. Do
it!"

I placed a fingertip between her lips and she sucked it.

"More..." she told me.

I drew two fingers across her breasts and fed her a double portion. And she smiled.

"Oh God, it's so delicious! If you'd just give me to him..."

I wasn't sure what to do next, so I just stood there, staring down over her naked
body, my erection bobbing between us.

The Demon took her by the hair again and pushed her slowly to her knees beside him.

"You can feel my seed's effect already, I'm sure, flowing through your hands, into
your blood, then deep inside you as well. In time it will shrivel your cock and
shrink your balls. You'll never satisfy her again. But sign the contract, and I'll
let you keep her for me, like a caretaker. In fact, you've always been her caretaker,
giving her to other men, cleaning up their messes, getting off on how they use her. I
think you know that now, don't you?"

L was by his side, on her knees, running her hands up and down his enormous thigh.
She was looking up at me, pleading with her eyes, her hand wandering up his inner
thigh to gently cup his balls.

"Please - listen to him - give me what I want. Let him have me. I have to have
this..."

Her hand moved to his cock, reverently fingering the length of it as it began to
swell again. The scene was so fucking hot I wanted to jerk off right there. I
supposed I could, but imagined the answer they wanted from me was the next act in
the play. So instead, that's what I did.

"I give up," I told the Demon. "I can feel your seed controlling me, overwhelming me.
My wife wants you, to own her, to fuck her, to do anything you want with her. I can't
deny her that. She's yours. I'll sign the contract."

It had been on the table beside me the entire time, but I hadn't been able to read a
word. The Demon walked me over to it, handed me the paper and a pen, and waited for
me to sign. L stood beside him, draping her body over his, her eyes hopeful and
burning with excitement. She was trance-like, her nipples hard, her pussy swollen and
red. She kept staring at the contract, and the only thing I now saw on her face was
impatience.

I took the contract from him and read it:


In the presence of clear and undeniable evidence, I agree and give full consent to
each and every item and word of this agreement. I understand there will be no
negotiation or future objections, and that implications of the content go far beyond
the specifics stated here. This surrender of any and all rights is irrevocable, as is
the promise of my cooperation and willingness to support and even encourage the
consequences of my decision. I agree to the following in the total absence of duress
or coercion, and promise to faithfully uphold both the letter and spirit of the
following:

1. I surrender the body of L, my wife, completely and without reservation, to be used
as you wish under any and all circumstances. I understand this includes the whole of
her body without and within - every strand of hair, every inch of delicate skin over
lips, nipples and cunt, including all entrances into the flesh of her body. I
surrender sole ownership of all this to you for any act you may desire.

2. In accordance with L's wishes and desires, clearly evidenced by her physical and
mental surrender, I recognize and accept her total and complete submission to you. I
understand and accept her all-encompassing desire to become your property, to be used
as you wish in any and all acts and circumstances and will not object or interfere,
even in the most extreme circumstances. I understand she willingly looks to you and
you alone to satisfy her needs, desires, fetishes, and obsessions, and that I am
removed from her association with all things sensual or erotic.

3. Even as L's erotic mental state remains willingly bound to you alone, her physical
presence is mine to care for during your absence. Conventional appearances such as
social functions, career, and all public perception of her past life as my wife are
to be maintained and supported. In cases of uncertainty, L will have full control of
our activities and actions as she sees fit, overriding any and all decisions and
wishes of my own.

4. I will see that L is available to you as often and as long as you wish. I agree to
deliver her to you when you wish and recover her after you've used her. I promise not
to inquire about her time with you, or ever react negatively to your use of her in
your or her presence. Should she mention any act or detail that transpires during her
time with you, I will act appropriately and positively, always supporting her
decision to become your exclusive property.

5. Although L is your property, I accept that you may allow others to use her, or
that she may make that decision on her own. I understand that I have no right to know
how or when others have her, whether your decision or hers. I have no right ask or
know how often her mouth, pussy, or ass is taken by others, nor will I comment on any
evidence of such when she's returned to me.

I,__________________, willingly agree to all of the above.

My wife, __Lxxxxx_Jetman__, her body and soul, is now your exclusive property,
according to her wishes. I understand that failure to comply with the above will
result in the most extreme physical and mental punishment possible by natural and
supernatural means. My wife is your property and I her dutiful keeper upon my
signing.


There wasn't much in it that I didn't expect. I wasn't so completely taken in by it
that it disturbed me. I mean, in real life, losing L to anyone or anything would have
been unthinkable. But I had built this fantasy over so many years, and both L and
Dave knew all the details after one of our many talks about potential role playing
ideas based on our fantasies. And I knew it fit L's fantasy of being taken by a huge,
powerful man - and an all-powerful "Demon" with this guy's body probably took that
fantasy to new heights for her. Still, it did work at a level where I was willing to
immerse myself. I could imagine the Demon, L's submission to him, and mine as well,
just to bring my fantasy to life for a few hours. Everything I saw and heard gave me
an insistent hardon, but the anchor of reality kept me from freaking out this time.
Credit goes to Dave for all the melodrama, but I was having a great time wallowing in
it, and I knew L was deeply swallowed up in its depths.

I put the contract on the table and signed it, then handed it back to him.

"There was never any question that you'd sign it," he said to me. "I've been the
source of everything you and your wife are - her sluttiness, and your fascination
with it. But you had to witness her surrender to me. You had to feel it in your
bones. And she had to be free to show you how she craves my cock. And now, it is
done."

L's attention went to his cock again, kneeling before him, milking it with her hands,
making it come back to life. Her trance never faded, and her eyes were fixed
adoringly on his engorged cock. The image will stay with me forever - her body
glistening with semen, kneeling beside him so obediently - his dark, heavily muscled
body towering over her as though he was flaunting his prize in front of me.

There were so many contrasts that made the scene surreal. A few of the candles had
gone out, and the flickering light from those remaining cast a warm glow over L's
body that revealed, then hid the crevice between her legs. I kept squinting to find
her clit in the shadows, and now and then it was revealed, the small nub thrust out
between her labia, wet, juicy, and red. Then it would hide again, and I'd have to try
to remember the few seconds I had seen it. The same light made the Demon harder to
make out, his ebony skin reflecting less of the light. The candle nearest him
threatened to go out any second, but its dancing flame managed to highlight the rise
of muscle over his chest and thighs, throwing deep valleys between the thick bands of
flesh into total darkness. He appeared much more indistinct than L in spite of his
size. The light darted over him and retreated, an instant there, an instant gone,
making him seem slightly out of focus, as if slipping back and forth between our
world and his unearthly one.

"Now that she's mine, I'll take everything she is tonight. Every bit of flesh, all
the capacity for pleasure she has ever had. Look at how she grovels and lusts for me.
Your wife is mine now - she will never be the same woman you knew. Now, leave us, so
I can reap the reward for my patience and consume the body of your woman."


~*~

[Don Jetman]

Dave led me out of the room and the door slammed shut behind us. I followed him
upstairs and welcomed the scotch he poured for us. He asked if the night fit my
fantasy, and I agreed it was more than I could have hoped for. But now what? Could I
watch throughout the night? Was L to spend the entire night in the Demon's bed? And
if so, what was I to do - just sleep all of it away?

"Do you think a Demon would allow you to watch? I mean, from what you saw of him?"
he asked.

I told him supposed not, but it was more than just a little frustrating that I was
left out. I really, really wanted to see L come with him, and I wasn't sure I had -
at least not the thrashing, moaning orgasm I expected. I could have watched him fuck
her all night long - his massive body using her like a small toy and she loving it.

"Don't you think this is what L might have wanted? For her to have him to herself
without you ogling them, salivating over her "performance"? Don't lose track of the
idea that this isn't all about you - in fact, maybe the rest of the night isn't about
you at all. You had your fantasy - now let L have hers."

"It's just that there's the history..." I interrupted.

"Yes, yes - I know. The JAG's big cock. Her obsession with him. But remember that
wasn't just his cock. She thought she was falling in love with him. This isn't that.
But I think you know that. I think you're intimidated by his cock. Are you?"

"I dunno - maybe. I mean, if a cock that huge feels so great to her, why would she be
satisfied with mine from now on? No - that isn't what I really believe. But I can't
help thinking about it. I know sex is more than that, and that L loves me, but Jesus..."

"And that's the you I know, Don - the rational you. Do you really think I would have
created such an intimidating scene for you if I thought you couldn't enjoy it without
the baggage? I enjoy giving L and you what you both want, even if sometimes I only
get vicarious pleasure from it. The connection to the JAG was unintentional, and I'm
sorry for that. But you have to face the fact that L sometimes needs to be dominated
by very large, powerful men, and some will have big dicks. Again, I think you know
all this - I think your insecurity is just temporary angst from what you just watched.
Am I wrong?"

I had to admit he was right. I wanted L to enjoy her fantasies, and this one was
built on top of mine, so I owed her that. We had two more scotches, and I went to bed.
I tiptoed down the hall to the Demon's bedroom door twice that night, but couldn't
make out a thing. I'd have to use my imagination for what he might be doing to L, and
the pleasure she might be getting from him. Finally, I was fine, masturbated thinking
of his giant body on top of her, and slept.


~*~

[Don Jetman]

I didn't quite know what to say to anyone the next morning. L and Dave had been up
long before me and were sitting in his kitchen talking. The Demon was gone - I
checked the bedroom down the hall from mine before I showered, hoping to find
evidence, or even just a small reminder of the night before. The bed was still damp
near the center, surrounded by crusty remains of Demon seed. I could still smell the
burnt candles, and the shimmering liquid wax had shrunk to solid puddles that had
overflowed the brass holders onto the tables and shelves under them. The room looked,
well, lifeless and vacant, as though the Demon had sucked the life from it after
finishing with L. I sat on the edge of the bed, running my palm over the stained
sheet, trying to recall as many memories as I could, afraid they too might be sucked
away. In spite of the sterile aftermath, I still imagined him owning L, inseminating
her with obedience and lust for him that might forever change her. The power of the
night's scene was lasting - invading my perception even in the cold, rational light
of day. Of course L wasn't really his, but the Demon had been damned convincing - and
his cock so huge...

As I climbed the stairs from the basement, I heard L across the room in the kitchen.

"Well, I think he got more than he bargained for - I guess I did too..."

A few seconds later they both saw me approaching and grinned at me. L hopped up to
make me breakfast and I sat across from Dave, curious about how the conversation
might go. L was naked and fresh, with no sign of Demon seed or exhaustion from the
monster's night-long fucking.

I've always loved watching her in Dave's kitchen, stretching on tip-toe to reach a
pan or bowl, her breasts buoyed upward, defying gravity, her bare calves straining
into the slim sculptures that make me want her instantly. Here she was naked and
his, a convention we all had agreed to long ago. It was that she was so free around
him, so willing to spend the time with him, naked and shaved like a newborn, that
made my pulse beat just a bit faster. Yes, I wanted her, but it was something more -
I wanted him to have her, to have his way with my wife's flesh whenever he wished.
I loved seeing his hands on her in the light of day, her sly grin when it happened,
and her hand go to his cock when he kissed her without a moment's notice. It was how
easily she gave herself to him in front of me in that moment that moved me. Not
scripted or planned - it was simply her thoughtless submission to his random
affection. Here's where I just pause and sigh, remembering...

Dave watched me for a while, then asked, "Are we good this morning?"

"I'm fine. That was really something last night. The new room - everything..."

"Did we leave anything out? About your fantasy?"

"I guess I'm a little stunned. No - no - I think it was amazing." I paused for a few
seconds. "The Demon was a nice touch."

"Ah - your interest in Argento, Lovecraft, Clive Barker - I thought a Demon would do
it for you. Besides, the possibilities are endless when we involve the supernatural.
Where could we find a more powerful Dom? You may not be a true believer, but L is.
And making it real for her was the key."

"Well, it certainly looked real - I mean, for L," I said.

She looked over from where she was making me eggs and sausage.

"It could have been real. His body was supernatural - I'm sure you noticed."

She grinned at me, and I got the reference to the Demon's cock.

"Yeah, I know which part of his body you thought was supernatural," I told her,
grinning back.

She laughed, and then went sober again, thinking.

"If only all you men had those supernatural parts between your legs..."

"Touche," I said. "if only..."


~*~

[Don Jetman]

I expected the rest of the day to be a letdown after such an intense night. The
drama was absent, but in a way, reality affected me just as deeply, if not more
so. It was a day spent watching L naked in his home, watching him fondle and
kiss her now and then, and her reverently on her knees licking and sucking his
erection at random times, seemingly when the mood struck her.

Our time in public was less erotic - a stroll on the beach and time wandering in
and out of shops almost empty of tourists now that the weather had turned cooler.
There was lunch at a new oyster bar, and dinner at the restaurant where Dave had
taken us many times before to show off L in a more formal setting. He dressed L
in conventional clothes, but as usual, if men looked long enough and closely
enough they could see she wore nothing under them. The knit burgundy dress she
wore that evening clung to her like a second skin, rising up along her thighs
as she sat at our table. It wasn't at all transparent, but as I followed her and
Dave to our table I noticed more than one man take a second look. She did look
delicious, in an "I'm taken, but you just might have a chance with me" way. And
there was the familiar moment when I knew any man she wanted there might actually
have a chance.

I still love the feeling that she's someone else's in public, and that she could, at
any moment, on a whim, decide she belongs to no one and fuck a total stranger. It's
something I still don't completely understand - why does it get me so hard? Why
should seeing the love of my life flaunt her infidelity in front of me and everyone
around us excite me? I should be embarrassed that others can see my wife flirt and
seduce other men as though I'm not there at all. I should boil with jealousy when
Dave escorts her through a crowded restaurant with his hand on her ass, or holds her
hand and stops to kiss her when the three of us venture out in public. The loss of L
would devastate me, but the excitement I get from her erotic physical encounters, and
even the moments of angst during a passionate kiss between L and another man, bait
me to chase even more intense fantasies.

There is the pride I feel that L has conquered the sexual inhibitions she carried
when we met. Watching her wear her sexuality like an invincible aura, seducing, and
even manipulating men around her to get what she wants, is extraordinarily
satisfying. And it's not that the vulnerability that makes her so easy to love is
gone, or even overshadowed, but that she's now so comfortable as both siren and wife.
In a way, she's outpaced me, or at least exceeded any expectations I had when we
first began hotwifing. She plays with the idea that sex with another man is more
exciting or satisfying, watching for my reaction, then adds a wink or grin that hints
she just might be teasing. L was always a tease, but now we're both more comfortable
and more excited by the implications.

Our last night was punctuated by Dave's remaining coda. I watched him fuck L on the
sofa just a few feet from where I sat. It was prolonged and filled with intimacy.
They kissed and clutched each other as L told him how much she wanted him. He told
her how much he loved fucking her, and asked if her body belonged to him there. She
claimed she was all his, every part of her. She told him she wanted her husband to
watch him fuck her, to show him she was his. She rode him, on his lap, taking his
cock as quickly as she could manage to get it inside her. I had never seen them fuck
this long - it went on and on, with L cumming once, then again later when they came
together.

I watched a while longer as L collapsed over him, clutching him, drenched in sweat,
resting with her arms around him, her little butt still wriggling against him now
and then. When she finally looked over at me I could see the light go out of her
eyes, her mouth open just a bit and tremble, then a faint smile that both flaunted
her satisfaction and thanked me for it. She was completely exhausted. "Put out"
(to borrow the perfect expression from a good friend here) was the only possible
way to describe her.

When they finally untangled themselves and stood, Dave took her hand as though he
would take her upstairs to his bedroom for the night as he always did. Instead, he
took an unexpected detour.

"You spend a lot of nights here by yourself, Don. I know you volunteer for this, and
that you get what you want when the two of you go home, but I think you've more than
earned a night together here for a change. So enjoy."

He offered me L's hand, I took it, and we went to my guest bedroom together. It was
the first time he had given her to me there, and my mind went in circles wondering
why. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that he was too spent to fuck her, and also
that he wanted me to be able to have her next to me in bed after she was so
completely used.


~*~

[Don Jetman]

It was good to be close to L after craving her for days. She let me explore her body,
even between her legs where she was slowly leaking the semen he had left in her. I
had been nervous about them breaking our condom rule on our last visit, and now it
looked like they had abandoned it for good. We had discussed it at the time, both
with Dave and after we returned home. It was something L wanted - she wasn't able to
tell me exactly why. She just did. But it was only to be with Dave, and he assured me
he and L had taken all precautions against my worst fears. But it was still strange
to me and a bit worrisome as I felt the sticky pool on her inner thigh, then pushed a
finger inside her. It made their decision and my final acceptance of it real for the
first time. Still, the angst was still slithering around in my gut, knowing he had
given her to me for this exact purpose - to see and touch his semen as it flowed from
her. He wanted, or they wanted, my final blessing. I was sure I'd get over it, in
time.

"Are you OK with it?" L asked, sheepishly. "With him not using condoms anymore?"

"I guess we should trust him, if you want it this much," I told her. "But is it him
or you that really wants it?"

"It's both of us, Don. We've talked about this, a lot. We both want this - it's just
time - time to do it. It's just with him, Don. You and he are the only ones - I
promise."

She pulled me on top of her and guided my dick into her. I had never been inside her
after she had taken so much semen - she felt cavernous, and I missed the tight fist
of her pussy clamping down on me, urging me to come. Stroking left me with little
sensation, and she stopped me right after I started.

"Don't - just stay inside me - don't move - I just want you in me for a while."

"So, I'm not allowed to come," I asked. "Is that his rule tonight?"

"My rules tonight, Don. And I do want you to come - I want both my men's cum inside
me tonight - but just not yet."

I struggled there on top of her, inside her, trying not to move, and having her
gently stop me when I couldn't help myself. I could feel his semen drip from her now
and then and wondered if it would ever stop. It seemed as though a reservoir deep
inside her belly was constantly oozing just enough to tease me, to remind me of what
she had said, that she'd now allow "both her men" to fill it.

"Did you like watching him fuck me?"

I wasn't sure at first which "him" she meant.

"You mean Dave, tonight?"

I started to move inside her and she put her hands on my hips to stop me again.

"Um-hmm. Tonight. Could you tell I came twice?"

"I could. It must have been good for you. It looked pretty intense."

"It was good, Don. It always is with Dave. But I did it for you too this time - well,
mostly for you. I wanted to remind you what he does to me, how I come with him. You
haven't seen that very often lately. Not like that, anyway. So, you liked watching
us, didn't you?"

I told her she was amazing, that she always is, and how much I loved her for it.

"I knew you would. He makes me come so hard, Don. Something about the way he fucks me
- I melt when he's inside me. He makes me so wet, even when he just touches me in
front of you here in the house. I spend every minute here thinking about him fucking
me. And that you like it - that you want me to do it. You do, don't you, Don? You
want us to fuck as much as we want? Because you know I can't get enough of him..."

She put the string of images in my head, images of them drowning in orgasms, in his
bed, on the sofa in front of me, even at times when I might not be aware of it - when
they fuck in the mornings before I'm awake, or in his shower as they masturbate each
other under the hot water, slippery and lathered with soap. How many orgasms has she
had here? Deep, long, pussy-grasping orgasms, an unending supply of them as long as
she's with him.

It was too much for me. I could feel her grasp my dick with the tight fist of her
pussy I knew all too well. Grasp and release. Grasp and release. "I can't get enough
of him, Don" - "You want him to fuck me, Don" - grasp and release - grasp and release
- "I come when he touches me, Don" - grasp and release - "fucking me every minute,
every minute" - "tell me you want that too" - "tell me" - "tell me" -

It was more of a hiss than an admission when I came. A "yesssss" that merged into a
groan that merged into, well, something I don't remember. I hadn't moved - I was
still buried in her when it happened. I remember her clutching me, keeping me from
thrusting, milking me as I teetered on the edge for so long, then falling off the
precipice and drowning in my own orgasm. The images kept streaming, rapid-fire scenes
of L collapsing on Dave's cock, spreading her legs for the Demon, kneeling by him as
she worshiped his huge, ebony phallus, that same thick meat slowly entering her and
retreating, owning her body and the orgasm he'd eventually give her. It was as close
to losing consciousness I'd ever come during an orgasm. Hell, maybe I did for a few
seconds. Only L would know as I spewed into her, she holding me patiently through it
and welcoming what I gave up to her.

I remember her telling me she wanted me inside her too, that now both Dave and I were
in her, that it's what she wanted. "Both my men. I want both my men in me."

For the first time, it just seemed right. Right that Dave should come in her just as
I could. Right that the three of us now shared a more common, intimate bond. Right
that in spite of thinking of L as "owned" there, she had her two men to satisfy her,
dress her, groom her, compliment her, and ultimately show anyone and everyone that
Dave and I were "hers". So often I had assumed when we were out in public together
that others must think L "belongs" with either Dave or me, and that the only unknown
is which one of us is assumed to be fucking the delicious woman with us. I knew
people looked and wondered, especially if L was dressed to seduce, and she was arm-
in-arm between us. With just a few words, L had turned all that upside-down. We were
her men. She had felt that way from the very beginning, proud that she had two men on
her arm, two men to pamper her, and two men to fuck. The idea was a bit jarring at
first, and there was the possibility I wasn't thinking clearly in the midst of a
visit with Dave. L set me straight later when we returned home to our bed where
confessions and epiphanies wind their way under the covers in the dark of night.


~*~

[Don Jetman]

It was a long flight home with a three hour layover that became four hours after
weather delayed our final segment. We were exhausted and sexually spent, so we
crashed early and spent the following day looking back on our visit. It was the
kind of "daylight debriefing" we often did, especially when there were circumstances
that didn't allow time for honest responses in the heat of Dave's role playing.

I wanted L's gut-level reactions to what happened over the past few days, and some
clarity about some of things she had said. Years ago it seemed L had more issues
during our talks. She was more reluctant to reveal her concerns, hiding them beneath
a thin veneer of awkwardness and embarrassment. As time has passed, now I'm more
likely to dig into my own uncertainties, while L is almost always completely
comfortable in her own skin. She's told me on occasion that I see drama where she
sees none. Our talks can be enlightening, and even exciting to me. L lets me in, as
though nothing is too threatening or taboo to bring into the light. Her ability to
get me hard without any hint of intent astonishes me. And it's my favorite part of
our talks.

Me: So, we're "your men" now? You've never said that before. I guess I never thought
of it that way. You've always implied you go there to be "owned".

L: I can't believe you never thought about it that way. I mean, I thought it was
pretty obvious I love getting the attention, especially in public. I like Dave a
lot, and I like that you're OK with the things he and I do together. I'll probably
never understand why you love seeing him and me have sex, but we've been doing it a
long time, and we both enjoy it, so I don't need to understand all of it. It makes me
happy, and it makes you happy, and I like that.

But you should know that there's also something exciting about fucking him while you
watch. I mean, I know it's what you like, but over time it's become more than that.
We've talked about this before. I get this perverse satisfaction from knowing it gets
to you, that I might be able to make you a little jealous or shock you if I do or say
certain things. I know you think my being naked and affectionate with him in his
home is teasing, but I do a lot of that because "getting to you" excites me. You're
still "my two men" while were there - he's the Dom and you're the submissive there,
and the two of you fit together like two puzzle pieces. When I play with the pieces
and fit them together perfectly, well, I just love that. You have no idea how wet I
get making both of you hard at the same time, for completely different reasons.

Me: So, has something changed between you and Dave? I mean, your relationship?
Something I didn't pick up on?

L: No, I mean, maybe, over time. I think you mean letting him come in me, right?

Me: I guess that's part of it, but you've never mentioned that we're "your two men"
before.

L: But you are. You're the two men I'm most comfortable around, and the two men I
most like having sex with. There's really no other competition. Dave's an exceptional
person. Yes, he's good-looking, but you know I like smart, imaginative guys with a
sense of humor if I'm going to spend any time with them. All that's more important
to me than looks.

Me: Or a big dick?

L: Well, his isn't that big, Don. Look - Dave and I are very close, intimate friends.
It's different than being married to you, in a lot of ways. It isn't all about sex,
Don. You should know that. If you want to make it about that, I'll tell you. You know
when we go on vacation, eats lots of great food in expensive restaurants, stay at
amazing places, and can forget about work for a while? When we come home, our life
isn't somehow less satisfying than it was before. We still enjoy our life together,
and in fact it's more comfortable back here in our own bed. Sex with Dave is the
spicy food on vacation, the luxury of thick towels and room service in the best
hotels, the time we need away from reality to refresh and recharge so we can enjoy
reality again. Dave is my vacation - you're my reality. Our reality's good - I'd
never want to lose it. It, and you, are my life.

Me: I was thinking more about the Demon's big dick. Would you want to do him again?

L: I'm pretty sure you aren't sensitive about the size of yours, so I'll be honest.
It was great sex. And in a way, size does matter, but it's not something I need for
great sex. I'll admit it's fascinating to see and hold a large penis. It's the thing
women talk about and wish for, right? At least that's what you guys think. But if our
time with Dave is like a vacation, the guy's big cock was like a one-time, delicious
dessert - just one part of a great meal. I wouldn't go back and buy the restaurant
because of it. And having it every day, just the big cock without guys like you or
Dave attached to it, well, that would get really old, really fast. I'm not just some
"thing" that needs another "thing" to fill me up. If the guy hasn't already made me
wet, the biggest cock in the world is useless. I'd probably never come."

Me: I get all that. But there was a time when a big cock meant a lot to you,
remember?

L: I knew you had that on your mind. But it was so long ago - I was so new to this,
and it wasn't just his cock. There was real chemistry there, and I was infatuated
with his rank and position. It all went to my head, and I'm still sorry I lost
control. But again, his dick was just a part of it. The sex was great, but I liked
the guy.

Me: So, back to the Demon - do you think big cocks matter now? Is sex with a smaller
one less physically satisfying? I mean, setting all emotion and chemistry with the guy aside.
Would you want to fuck the Demon again? Do you think about it?

L: You're really not going to let this go, are you? You men and your "cock size". I
told you the sex was great. It was great because he knew what he was doing. He took
his time, made sure I was wet, and used it to bring me along with what was in my
head. He knew what I wanted somehow, to ease in and pull out without hurting me, to
let me have just enough time to breathe and then to want him back in. He wasn't a
battering ram - God, why do some guys do that? Do they think they impress us with
those vacant, "I'm somewhere else" looks while they jerk off inside us? Fucking a
thousand strokes a minute doesn't make you an athlete. Geesh.

Honestly, I loved being filled - it's very different than a smaller penis. It rubs
and pulls my clitoris in a different way that's unusual and exciting. There's a
feeling of surrender to him, a sense of his power and potency, and a sense of
fullness, as though he's taken as much of me, inside me, as anyone could ever take.
After a while, it became raw and primitive, a huge, powerful man who wanted me and
took me. He used his cock like an animal in the wild, to tempt me, fuck me, and mate
with me. He made me believe we were animals. So honestly, nothing else mattered after
that - except how he was "taking" me, and how good his cock felt.

But it isn't that simple, really. I mean, the big cock thing is more than just the
actual sex. It's very, very erotic to touch and play with. It was like his promise to
satisfy me, a sign that he's horny and potent and equipped to fuck me the way I
needed to be fucked. I needed to submit to him, and his cock reminded me of the
weapon he'd use to take me - hard and thick and long, oozing precum like it was
hungry for me. Again, it made me feel like we were animals ready to mate, and that I
was powerless to refuse - he was so much bigger and stronger than me, and the sight
of his body, well, I wanted him so much I didn't want to escape. I was so paralyzed
with hunger for him I began to wonder if there really was something supernatural
happening. And later, when I was kneeling beside him, playing with his cock, it was
like worshiping a real god who could keep me in heat for his own warped fascination.

So yes, it was very, very good. But it was the play, and the guy, and the cock that
did it for me. Would I do it again? Absolutely. Do you need to worry? Absolutely not.
Now, I see you're hard. Do you want to go to bed and fuck?

Me: Absolutely.



Don

[samlowen]

I think you two have been incredibly blessed to have Dave in your lives. The effort he puts in to bringing both of your fantasies to life is amazing. Thank you for continually sharing your story with us.

[Don Jetman]

Thanks, Sam. If there had been no Dave many years ago, L may not have ever tried hotwifing. He was her first - the chemistry between them at that fateful party was obvious, but nothing like I could have ever predicted. We've known him for a little over ten years now, and every time we think we know him a little better, we find he surprises us. He can be a very private person, almost aloof, then deeply friendly and intimate. We were sick about having to move away years ago when I had to relocate for my job. But in a way, that makes our long-distance visits that much more special now. We still own our house back in his city. We're renting it until I retire and we move back, but that'll be a few years yet. That should get interesting.

Don

[DavidnDaria]

Don,

Thank you, and you know what I'm thanking you for. You and L are completely special to my wife and I. We love what you write.

We've been corresponding for a long time, now. I hope it never ends.

And this story, perfectly handled, perfect in every way. Having L's insight was like that dessert you mentioned. Please thank her for us.

Saying the story is brilliant falls way short of the mark.

Be well, Don and L!

DnD

[OOAA]

Hot, very hot!!!

[Don Jetman]

Don,

Thank you, and you know what I'm thanking you for. You and L are completely special to my wife and I. We love what you write.

We've been corresponding for a long time, now. I hope it never ends.

And this story, perfectly handled, perfect in every way. Having L's insight was like that dessert you mentioned. Please thank her for us.

Saying the story is brilliant falls way short of the mark.

Be well, Don and L!

DnD

Thanks for being there for us, David and Daria. Your insight has been so appreciated and valued, both with the every day stuff, and with past accounts of our adventures (especially this one!). All the very best to you and Daria.

Don

[Don Jetman]

Hot, very hot!!!

Thanks so much - glad you enjoyed it!

Don

[dana007]

Don
WOW very hot and it was worth the wait.
can"t wait for the next one. do you and L have anything in the work"s for the holiday"s with Dave.
keep us posted.

[Asterix42]

Thanks Don. Another great chapter!

[blooit1]

Great narrative, beautifully written.
Thanks

[Don Jetman]

Thanks very much, dana, Asterix, and blooit1. It's much appreciated!

Nothing planned for the holidays as yet - but that's changed in the past. When Dave calls, we usually go...

Don

[DbdChap]

Thanks very much, dana, Asterix, and blooit1. It's much appreciated!

Nothing planned for the holidays as yet - but that's changed in the past. When Dave calls, we usually go...

Don

Is it bad that we’re all hoping there will be a change in plans?!

[Ky_Da]

Whoa! That was a good read. Well done.

[Don Jetman]

Thanks very much, Ky_Da.

DbdChap - still no holiday plans as of now. I suppose Dave could still call, but honestly, we're looking forward to a quiet Christmas at home.

Don

[DbdChap]

Thanks very much, Ky_Da.

DbdChap - still no holiday plans as of now. I suppose Dave could still call, but honestly, we're looking forward to a quiet Christmas at home.

Don

I think you deserve a quiet, relaxing Christmas. Your adventures are so intense, they must be exhausting for you both, and take a long time to recover from (physically and emotionally!!)