That was a low blow and made worse by the fact I knew it wasn't an idle threat - I believed her. "I'm going to have a brief rest and then Steve is going to fuck me. But first.... Steve? Could you cover up that pathetic little sisy cock of his please? It will not be needed again". Steve obliged and tucked my still hard cock into my boxers and then pulled my jeans up, refastening the zip and button. I said "I... I really need the toilet. Please, could you release me? I won't...". I was stopped in my tracks as my wife's heel was driven heavily into my groin and she then rolled her foot forward so she was pressing onto my over-full bladder. "Please!" I pleaded. "Shut up!" she replied, adding "Just fucking hold it until Steve has made me cum again". Steve stood observing the exchange and looked indifferent. My wife reached up to the front of her bra, fiddled briefly and then the two cups parted. Obviously a front fastening bra.She walked sexily up to Steve and leaned in to kiss him, their mouths locked and it was obvious there was plenty of tongue action - no doubt for my "benefit" as kissing and tongues wasn't something that featured with us. Her hands rached for Steve's and gently lifted them to her breasts. I noticed her shudder as his thumbs passed over her nipples. Her hands were now undoing his jeans, slowly. I watched Steve's jeans slide to his ankles as my wife slide her hands into his breifs. Soon his impresive cock was visible. It wasn't hard but looked like it had a firmness to it. They continued and after a while I noticed my wife slightly widen her stance - she was probably in need of some stimulation between her legs. They broke from their kissing and my wife turned to face me, her hands moving to her hips, striking a dominant pose. Steve was behind her massaging her breasts. "I could suck Steve to full hardness but this floor is too hard on my knees. Besides, why should I when I've a pathetic excuse of a sissy husband to do it for me?". She took a few steps towards me and placed a foot gently on my lower abdomen, right on my bladder. I felt the pressure increase slightly. "You can suck his cock hard for me, or..... I can put my full weight on you and you can spend the rest of the day soaked in your own piss but...... either way.....you'll still suck Steve's cock.". I felt the pressure of her foot increase more and it had the right effect. "Yes. Yes I'll do it!" I replied. She lifted her foot from me and jabbed her toe sharply into my ribs. "Yes WHAT! ?". I wasn't sure what she was expecting so I responded "Yes please". Another jab from her but harder this time. "From now it's Mistress to you! After all, that's what Mrs is short for isn't it?". I reaslised this had escalated beyond what could have initially been over the top role play. She wasn;t messing around and I wasn;t in a position to argue. "Yes Mistress." said quietly, adding "I will suck Steve's cock for you, Mistress". My wife turned to Steve and said "Lose those clothes darling, then get the sissy up to suck you hard". I watched as Steve peeled off his tshirt and then he pulled off his jeans and briefs. I noticed his cock swaying as he walked towards me. He bent down and grabbed my clothes at the collar and pulled me to my knees. "You heard what your Mistress said bitch! Get sucking!" Steve demanded. I reaslised in an instant that sometimes, fantasy and reality can be much further apart than you think. I was being told (in no uncertain terms) to take Steve's cock into my mouth so he would gert hard and then he would fuck my wife. I opened my mouth and leaned in towards him..... |