His Wife Has a Submissive Side

Mac didn't know any of his neighbors especially well. He and Avery were friendly with the people that lived on their street, but they never went out of their way to throw a neighborhood party to get to know everyone. Mostly they waved when walking or driving by a neighbor and occasionally they'd stop for a brief chat.

It was that lack of familiarity that caused Mac to feel such surprise when he got a text from Bill, the man that lived almost directly across the street from them. It was a Wednesday afternoon. Bill had Mac's number because of the neighborhood watch - Bill was in charge of the program - but he'd never used it before. Not until that fateful Wednesday.

"Sorry about this," the text began, "and I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation and I'm just being paranoid. But, the same car has been parked in your driveway every Wednesday afternoon for the past two months."

A picture of a silver BMW sedan followed. Mac stared at the picture as his mind slowly worked its way through the possible reasons the same car would show up once a week at the same time.

It wasn't a gardener. There was no logo on the car that would have identified its driver as a serviceman of another variety. The most plausible explanation is that the car belonged to one of Avery's friends, that she'd arranged for a weekly lunch or glass of wine with a girlfriend so they could chat. He didn't recognize the car, though.

For a moment, Mac felt a deep sense of frustration with his neighbor. Why was Bill being so fucking nosy? Why was he taking pictures of their house? Why was he cataloguing which cars showed up and when they showed? Was he assuming that Avery was having an affair and that Mac would want to know about that?

Mac knew he was being unfair, though. At least he was probably being unfair. The truth was, Mac didn't know why the car was in his driveway and why it had been there every week for the past two months and it was strange that Avery hadn't mentioned it.

Though he probably shouldn't have, Mac pressed Bill for details via text. "Have you ever seen anyone get out of the car?"

"Yes. A couple. The same couple each time. A blonde woman and a tall brunette man. They're always well-dressed. They're about your age."

Mac was a little creeped out that Bill possessed such concise, detailed information. It made him seem like one of those nosy, peeping neighbors that got off on getting involved in everyone else's business because their own lives were empty.

"They usually leave after a few hours."

"Thanks," Mac texted back.

He was baffled. Utterly baffled. He ran through the couples they knew with a blonde woman and a brunette man. He thought of half a dozen. He couldn't imagine why any of them would show up at the house on a weekly basis, though.

At first, Mac resolved to ask Avery about it when he got home. He set his phone down and went back to work. That lasted for about five minutes before he picked up his phone, pulled up the image Bill had sent, and tried to discern the license plate on the BMW. It was too blurry, though, and it didn't really matter because Mac couldn't have done a damn thing with a license plate.

He set his phone down again and tried to go back to work. This time he failed even quicker. Curiosity gripped him and he couldn't think straight. He told himself the weekly appearance of the BMW had a perfect reasonable explanation, and yet Mac was unwilling to call or text his wife for that explanation. He didn't want to think about why that was the case, though he knew it was because he suspected his wife was up to something she would have lied about.

Mac didn't want to believe that, though, so he left work and drove home. He parked down the street and walked the remaining distance. He inspected the silver BMW in his driveway but found nothing that would identify the couple it belonged to.

Mac stared up at the two story colonial he and Avery had bought four years ago. He studied it like doing so would help him divine the identity of the couple inside with his wife. No such miracle happened, though, and Mac strode towards the front door. He felt self-conscious doing so as he imagined Bill watching from behind the curtain of his living room window.

Mac took a deep breath and slipped his key into the lock. He found himself opening the door and entering the house as quietly as possible, a tacit acknowledgment that he didn't want to interrupt whatever sinister behavior his wife was engaging in. It was ridiculous to be acting like a spy breaking into his own home, and yet Mac persisted as he shut the door gently and slipped his shoes off so they wouldn't make noise on the hardwood floor.

At first, Mac listened. He did so while holding his breath, though not intentionally. Total silence greeted him and for a moment he felt like an utter fool for rushing home when there was clearly no one in the house.

Then came the distinct sound of the water dispenser in their refrigerator door. Someone was filling a glass. Someone was standing in their kitchen. Mac tensed up, though he didn't entirely understand why. It wasn't as if his wife had invited burglars into the house and he was about to run into an armed intruder.

The sound of the dispenser stopped and Mac was certain he heard gulping. Whoever was in the kitchen was chugging the water. The distinct sound of the glass being placed on the counter reached his ears and then footsteps. Whoever was in the kitchen was about to depart. It sounded as though they were wearing boots.

Mac panicked. They'd see him as soon as they stepped out of the kitchen. He needed to move, to step into the coat closet to hide. He froze, though, and a moment later a blonde woman stepped into view. She saw him immediately and smiled.

She was dressed in a pair of thigh high black latex boots and a black fishnet body stocking. Her hair was pulled back into a high, tight ponytail and she wore heavy eye liner and dark lipstick. Her breasts and pussy were plainly visible through the body stocking and Mac was so stunned by her presence in his home that it took several long seconds before his brain shouted at him that he actually knew the woman standing in the kitchen doorway with her hands on her hips.

"Sop...Sophie?" he asked, though Mac wasn't entirely sure that's who it was. The Sophie he knew dressed conservatively. Her skirts and dresses always fell below the knee and she tended to favor cardigans buttoned all the way up, leaving her body almost entirely to the imagination. The outfit she wore was the exact opposite, putting everything on display in an admittedly alluring fashion.

Sophie smiled and walked towards him. The latex of her boots squeaked gently with every step, though there was something about it that proved quite pleasing as Mac backed up until his back was against the front door. Her ponytail swung gently from side to side as she approached and Mac found it utterly hypnotic.

"It's nice to see you, Mac," Sophie said as she stopped just a few feet from him.

He was about to offer a reply when a seductive scent filled his nose. He closed his eyes and breathed it in and a moment later he heard a moan. It wasn't Sophie moaning, though. It was a far off moan. A moan that had floated down the long hallway that led to the bedroom he shared with his wife.

Mac's eyes shot open and he saw Sophie smiling at him. He moved to the side and attempted to pass her to run to the bedroom but she grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard enough that he felt instant, overwhelming pain and ceased all movement.

"Not so fast," she said.

"What's going on here?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" she replied, ignoring his question entirely.

Mac nodded as Sophie relaxed her grip on his genitals. "Bill, the neighbor, texted me. He said the same car had been in the driveway every Wednesday for the past two months. He said a couple always got out. A blonde and a tall brunette. I...I came home to find out...I came home because I thought...I don't know, I thought something was going on."

Sophie smiled. "And now it's quite obvious that something is, in fact, going on, isn't it?"

He nodded. Another moan drifted down the hallway. This one was louder. Mac couldn't quite process that it was absolutely his wife moaning - and in a sexual manner - so the source of the moan remained fuzzy in his head.

Sophie released Mac's crotch and he breathed a sigh of relief and instinctively reached down to check for damage. He found none as another moan - this one louder than the first two - reached his ears. It finally broke through that Avery was moaning, that she was moaning sexually, that the tall brunette man was the one making her moan.

Mac moved towards the bedroom again, forgetting entirely that Sophie had nearly crushed his testicles the first time he'd done so. This time, though, her hand found his throat. She squeezed hard and pressed him against the door, doing so without enough strength to generate a wealth of fear.

It was the smile on her face that washed away the fear. It wasn't a cheerful, friendly smile. It was a smile imbued with lust. Intense lust.

"You're not in control," she whispered. "And yes, what you think is happening in your bedroom is absolutely, positively happening."

"Avery is...she's..." He couldn't say it. He couldn't verbalize it.

"She's getting fucked. Your wife is getting fucked. Your wife has another man's cock inside her."

Sophie tightened her grip on his throat and Mac felt a sense of panic set in.

"I'll take you to see her," she said. "But you have to promise to behave or I will make you suffer. Do you understand?"

Mac believed her both willing and capable of making him suffer, so he nodded. She released her grip on his neck, stepped back, and crossed her arms.

"Take your clothes off," she instructed.

Mac looked down at his clothes - mostly to buy time to try and process the command he couldn't wrap his brain around - and then back at the beautiful blonde. A moment later she slapped him across the face.

"Do as you're told, Mac," Sophie said harshly.

He was stunned, but not so stunned that he couldn't obey. He took his clothes off. He hesitated when it came to removing his underwear - being fully naked in front of a woman he didn't know particularly well felt awkward - but eventually it all came off and he stood there naked in his foyer.

Sophie stepped closer, reached out, and took his flaccid cock in her hand. She leaned in and kissed his neck. Her lips felt soft and warm and utterly perfect and she smelled so good. Just like that, he was hard and arousal had flooded his body.

"Come," Sophie said with her fingers still wrapped around his cock. She maintained her grip, using his stiffness like a leash to lead him down the long hallway that passed by the bathroom, his home office, and the spare bedroom.

The moans got louder. Halfway down the hallway the sounds of sex became quite clear. Avery was, in fact, getting fucked. She was getting fucked in their bed. She was getting fucked hard, too, at least based on the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the creaking of the decades old antique bed frame that her parents had gifted them when they'd moved into the house.

"Look who I found?" Sophie asked as they stepped into the bedroom.

Avery was on her back. She wore light blue baby doll with frilly lace trim. It was the kind of lingerie he'd imagined that Sophie would have worn. It was cute and sweet and a little bit sexy. It was not something Mac had ever seen on his wife, who usually wore something tight-fitting if she wore anything at all when they had sex.

As expected, Sophie's husband Chris was between Avery's legs. He was naked. His biceps looked taut from holding himself up. He was fucking Avery with long, deep, hard thrusts. Her breasts bounced under the thin, sheer material of the baby doll with every thrust. Her hair was splayed out beneath her head. Her legs were wrapped around Chris's ass and her toenails had been painted a beautiful shade of blue that matched the baby doll, as had her fingernails.

Avery turned her head towards the bedroom doorway as Sophie announced their presence. Her eyes went wide with surprise, though it lasted just a few moments before she smiled.

"Hey, baby," she said. Her voice was soft and sweet, like she found Mac's presence in their bedroom - in the midst of the secret affair she'd been having - quite pleasing.

Chris looked back briefly, though he did no more than take in Mac's presence for a split-second before turning his attention back to fucking Avery.

Sophie turned to Mac, leaned in, and kissed his neck as her fingers moved up and down his shaft. He told himself that he shouldn't be naked, that he shouldn't be hard, that he shouldn't be receiving kisses and a handjob from another woman while his wife was getting fucked by another man. Mac's body didn't listen, though. Instead, his dick got harder and the arousal he felt got more significant.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Sophie whispered before gently sucking on his earlobe.

Mac wasn't sure how to respond. It felt like his brain wasn't really working, like it had simply shut down instead of trying to process the overwhelming amount of information that had been thrown at him in the previous ten minutes.

"She takes his cock so well," Sophie continued. "Some women can't handle someone as big as Chris, but your beautiful wife can. She can handle it with ease. It's like her pussy was made for him. Like his cock was made for her."

Mac couldn't really see Chris's cock, but he took Sophie's word that he was quite large. It was obvious that Avery had no trouble taking it, either, because her face was pure pleasure. There wasn't even a hint of discomfort. She was unquestionably and unreservedly enjoying herself, so much so that Mac was hit with a tidal wave of insecurity at the idea that his wife seemed to be enjoying sex with another man a great deal more than she enjoyed sex with him.

"Are you close?" Sophie asked.

"Yes," Avery replied.

"Then cum. Cum for me. Cum for my husband. Cum on his cock. Cum while Mac watches."

Avery looked at Mac again. She didn't seem the slightest bit bothered that another woman was giving him a handjob and kissing his neck and cheek. If anything, the sight of it seemed to turn her on even more, though it might have been the big cock pummeling her pussy that provided that pleasure.

"He feels so good inside me," she said. "Mac, baby, his cock feels so good inside me. I can't help it. I have to cum."

Despite what she'd said, Mac detected no sense of guilt from his wife. She liked getting fucked by Chris. She liked that she was about to cum. She loved it, even.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" she screamed.

Avery's back arched to meet Chris's deep thrusts. Her eyes closed and her face contorted in pleasure. Her mouth opened wide, but for a few seconds no sound came out. Her body tensed up and then released as the loud moans of intense pleasure followed. Her legs kicked open and her hands fell to her sides. Her thighs trembled as Chris buried his dick inside her and leaned down to kiss her neck.

Avery smiled and slowly wrapped her arms around him. Her eyes remained closed and it seemed to Mac that his wife had transported to a place of total bliss, at least based on the look on her face.

"Wasn't that beautiful?" Sophie asked.

He nodded. It was beautiful. Horrifying, in a way - she'd cum exceptionally hard with another man's cock inside her, after all - but there was undeniable beauty in her pleasure. 

Chris kissed Avery and she parted her lips and welcomed his tongue deep into her mouth. Mac was struck by an overwhelming sense of jealousy as he witnessed the kiss. It was too intimate, too familiar. It was far from the first time they'd kissed like that. It was a kiss meant to show Avery's appreciation of and affection for the man that had just given her an orgasm and it nearly made Mac collapse with angst and jealousy.

Chris then pulled out and rolled onto his back. His cock was long, thick, and coated in Avery's juices. It was also, quite notably, absent a condom. Mac stared at it, in part because it was the biggest cock he'd ever seen and in part because he couldn't believe his wife was having unprotected sex.

"Come here, Avery," Sophie instructed.

Avery crawled towards the foot of the bed, swung her legs over until her feet rested on the ground, and then sauntered towards Mac. The baby doll seemed to float above her skin. It made her look impossibly feminine and sweet with just a hint of seductiveness. Her nipples were hard and her chest flushed red with desire. Her pussy lips were puffy and wet and her pubic hair had been almost entirely shaved away, leaving just a strip above her clit.

Sophie held up her hand and Avery stopped a few feet from Mac. She clasped her hands behind her back and smiled as she looked at the blonde in the fishnet body stocking, doing so with anticipatory delight in her eyes.

"I told you he wouldn't be mad, didn't I?" Sophie asked.

Avery nodded.

"I told you he was the kind of man that wouldn't be able to get mad if he knew his wife was getting the satisfaction she needed."

"You were right," Avery said.

"And my husband gives you what you need, doesn't he?"

Avery nodded as a giddy smile crossed her face.

"And you give him your pussy when he wants it, don't you?"

"I do," Avery answered.

Sophie reached out and took Avery's hand. She pulled her close until their bodies were pressed together. Sophie then reached up and ran her index finger over Avery's lips. It struck Mac as the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, though he knew he should have been far more alarmed at the entirety of what had occurred since he'd gotten home.

"And you give me what I need too, don't you?" Sophie asked.

A dreamy look came over Avery's face as she nodded.

"And it makes you feel good to give me what I need, doesn't it?"

Another nod with the same dreamy look.

"Get on your knees."

Avery fell to her knees and looked up at Sophie, who smiled down at Mac's seemingly obedient wife. He noted that the baby doll looked particularly fetching when she was on her knees, though he wasn't sure why.

"Worship," Sophie commanded.

Without hesitation, Avery leaned forward and attached her lips to Sophie's pussy. She looked up at her, maintaining eye contact while licking her clit feverishly and moaning as she did.

"She's gotten very good at eating pussy over the past two months," Sophie noted, putting a smile on Avery's face. "Very, very good. She can't help but want to make me happy, so she's put in the effort to improve her skills."

Mac was astounded. Utterly astounded. He was turned on, though. There was something so beautiful about his wife - his gorgeous, seductive wife - submissively eating pussy from her knees.

"My pussy's not the only one she's eaten in the past two months," Sophie said.

Mac felt his eyebrows jump up in surprise. He wanted to ask who else his wife had gone down on, but it seemed like the wrong time to do so. Instead, he remained silent and listened to his wife eat pussy and moan, presumably at the memory of the other women she'd eaten out in the past two months.

"Avery has gotten very good at following instructions," Sophie continued. "She loves to do as she's told. She loves to do as I tell her."

Sophie reached down and grabbed a handful of Avery's hair. Mac watched a look of aggressive lust cross the blonde's face. She was getting off on the control, on Avery's willingness to do as she was told. It seemed that merely saying it had turned her on to the point that her legs were now trembling a little from the consistent clitoral stimulation Avery offered.

"When I tell her to climb onto my husband's cock and ride him until he floods her pussy with his cum, she's going to do it, Mac," Sophie said.

Mac experienced an unexpected wave of arousal. He felt his cock throb and Sophie must have noticed, as a smile crossed her face before she reached out and grabbed hold of his dick to give it a few strokes.

"I think your husband is going to enjoy it when you ride Chris's cock, Avery. I think he's going to enjoy his wife being a good little slut."

Sophie grabbed a handful of Avery's hair and pulled back. Mac saw the intense desire in his wife's eyes and something akin to longing, as if being denied the chance to continue licking Sophie's pussy was agonizing.

"Such a desperate little slut," Sophie said.

Avery nodded.

Sophie extended her foot and Mac admired how good her legs looked in the shiny boots. He saw Avery look down for a moment before staring back up at Sophie with what seemed to be genuine desire in his eyes.

"Would you like to pleasure yourself?"

Avery nodded.

"Go ahead."

Avery positioned her pussy over Sophie's foot and began to grind back and forth on the boot. Mac had never seen anything like it in his life. His wife was fucking another woman's boot and by the look on Avery's face - and the way she was moaning - she was getting off on it.

"Have you ever seen anything like that?" Sophie asked.

Mac looked at the beautiful blonde standing next to him and saw just as much pleasure on Sophie's face as he'd seen on his wife's. He'd never seen anything like either side of the interaction. Both women seemed completely lost in a form of arousal and pleasure Mac wasn't sure he'd ever experienced and it struck him as remarkably beautiful.

"No, I haven't," he finally said.

"You can ride Chris's cock," Sophie said to Avery. "No cumming until he cums inside you, though."

Avery stood, turned, and practically ran towards the bed. She crawled in, got on top of Chris - who was still hard as a rock - and took him inside her with ease.

"Your wife made my boot awfully wet and messy," Sophie said.

Mac looked down at the boot, which glistened with a thin layer of Avery's juices. "Yes, she did," he noted.

The sound of Avery's moaning filled the bedroom, but Mac's eyes remained glued to the glistening boot, as if the woman standing next to him possessed some sort of magnetism that made it impossible to lure his attention elsewhere.

"It needs to be cleaned," Sophie said.

He looked up at her - letting his eyes wander over her fishnet-clad body in the process - and saw stern look on her face and genuine delight in her eyes. She wanted him to clean her boot. There was no question in his mind. For some reason, Mac wanted to do it.

"May I...may I do it?" he asked as a strange, intense kind of excitement emanated outwards from his loins.

"Yes, you may," Sophie replied. "Use your tongue."

Mac stepped in front of her and slowly sank to his knees. The sound of his wife's pussy taking another man's cock was incredibly loud, as were her moans. He looked up at Sophie and saw that her nipples were hard and her eyes were still lit up with that same delight.

"Lick my boot clean," she demanded.

Mac bent over and briefly inhaled, smelling his wife's pussy emanating from the boot he was about to lick clean. It was absurd to even think of doing so, and yet he didn't hesitate. It was too exciting. Too thrilling. He extended his tongue and lick Sophie's boot. He licked up his wife's pussy juices.

"Chris, please, cum inside me," Avery cried out.

Mac was licking someone's boot while his wife begged another man to cum inside her. He was enjoying himself, too, which was far and away the craziest part of it.

"I'm close," Chris said.

Avery moaned louder and rode him faster. Mac ran his tongue over the boot repeatedly. He licked up the sweetness of Avery's pussy juices until all he could taste was the latex.

"Look up at me," Sophie instructed.

Mac looked up at her. He waited for her next instruction, doing so with a pounding heart and a throbbing cock.

"Eat my pussy," she said.

Mac went to work. He did exactly as his wife had done. He sealed his lips to Sophie's pussy and he licked feverishly. His tongue moved back and forth over her clit and he dipped it inside her every now and then to taste her.

Sophie grabbed a handful of his hair and watched the sex unfolding in the bed. She smiled and played with her tits with her free hand. She looked like a woman thoroughly in control and enjoying every second of it.

"I'm cumming!" Chris cried out.

"Oh, fuck!" Avery screamed.

They came together, and just a few seconds later Sophie closed her eyes, grabbed a second handful of Mac's hair, and had an orgasm. She pulled him tight against her pussy and rubbed herself all over his face while the sounds of pleasure - the pleasure of three people - filled the bedroom. Mac offered no resistance to anything she wanted to do, instead letting her move his face as she desired.

When she was finished, Sophie released him from her grasp, smiled, and said, "That was very good. Now kiss both my boots."

He dropped down and showered both of her boots in kisses before looking up once more.

"Your wife's pussy is full of another man's cum and she looks utterly perfect in your bed. Chris and I are going to make ourselves a drink. Why don't you spend a little time with your wife - doing whatever you please - and then come meet us in the kitchen."

Sophie walked out and Chris followed. Mac stood up and turned around. Avery was on her back in their bed. Her hair was splayed out on the mattress. The baby doll looked exceptionally cute and sexy on her. Her legs were spread and there was cum leaking out of her.

"Do you want me?" she asked.

Mac was hard. His body hummed with desire. There was no question he wanted her. The only question was what he'd do when he crawled into the bed. Mac smiled and strode towards his wife. He'd decide what he wanted to do once he got closer, once he was in the bed, once he was near enough to her pussy to smell the sex emanating from her.

Whatever he decided, though, Mac was certain he'd have fun.