The room was dim, shadows stretching across the walls. I sat quietly in the armchair by the window, fidgeting with the hem of my dress.
Beside me, my husband, Alex, was speaking quietly to the woman we’d invited, a friend of a friend we’d met a few weeks ago. Her name was Mia, and she was calm, poised—an energy I found both reassuring and a little intimidating.
“Are you comfortable with everything we discussed? Are you ready to be good and obedient?” Alex asked her, his voice gentle, but carrying a tone of control that I hadn’t heard before.
“Yes, Sir,” Mia replied, her gedaze meeting his. “I know my boundaries, and I trust you’ll respect them.”
Alex looked over at me then, his eyes seeking my silent confirmation, my willingness. I gave him a small nod, my fingers tightening slightly as I tried to steady myself.
We had talked about this— so many times, in fact, that I felt as if I could anticipate every word, every possible reaction. But now, as it was actually happening, I felt the impact of it all, like a rush of cold air that left me grounded but alive.
“All right,” Alex said, his voice softening. “We’ll start slow.”
He turned back to Mia, and with a confidence that made my breath catch, he took her wrists gently, guiding them to the restraints we’d set up on the bedpost.
He ordered her to strip, and I watched her obey without even a single form of resistance. She took all her clothes off and stood before him, us, in all her glory.
Her breasts weren't small, but they weren't big either. Just the right size, and perky. Her ass was just perfect. Moderate like mine.
Alex ordered her to get on the bed, and again, she followed his words. He fastened the restraints around her wrists and ankles, and I watched, feeling a strange blend of fascination and awe.
I hadn’t seen him like this before— his eyes so dark. So focused, so deliberate.
“Is that comfortable, sweetheart?” he asked, checking the cuffs. Mia nodded, her eyes softening as she surrendered to his touch.
A part of me felt a flash of… was it jealousy? Maybe. But deeper than that was a sense of pride, a recognition of the vulnerability we were all sharing. Alex turned to me then, his eyes meeting mine, almost as if he were checking on me as much as on her.
“Still with me?” he asked, his voice directed at both of us.
I smiled, feeling the warmth in his words. “I’m here,” I replied, a quiet reassurance that we were all in this together.
Then, he grabbed and placed a blindfold gently over Mia’s eyes. I saw as his hand moved to cup her neck, and I heard the soft sound that left Mia's lips as he gave her a squeeze. I could tell he was savoring the moment, grounding himself as much as she was letting herself be guided.
The silence soon got pierced by the moans sliding out of Mia's lips. My husband's cock was buried inside her as he fucked her like a madman.
One hand was pressing her neck, another pressing into the sheets beside her head. His dark eyes never left her face as his hips bucked harshly in and out of her.
Her moans sounded strained, and I could faintly see tears staining the blindfold. She tugged at the restraints, biting down hard on her lower lip as Alex pushed his hips to fuck her even deeper.
“Take all of my cock. You're meant for this, aren't you? Say it! Say that you're meant for this dick!”
His voice. It was so different from the usual tone he used with me. There was more now. More… domination.
“Yes!” she cried out, her lower lip puffy from all the biting. “I'm yours, daddy. All yours. Fuck me, please. Fuck me more,” she begged.
“Fuck!” Alex groaned, thrusting even harder, throwing his head back.
Mia's moans got even louder. She tugged even more at the restraints, sobbing out pleas whenever Alex warned her to stop. After he'd had enough of her disobeying him, he decided to punish her.
My heart skipped a beat as he picked up the flogger from the side table, turning it in his hand as if testing its weight. The air shifted slightly, thickening as he brought it down in a light stroke across Mia’s stomach. She exhaled, her body relaxing as she absorbed the sensation, and I found myself leaning forward, captivated.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice steady. “Please..”
My heart fluttered at her answer, at the way she sounded so desperate.
Alex raised the flogger and the first lash landed across her thighs, drawing a loud, pained sound out of her.
Alex’s eyes darker even more. He continued with the flogger, his movements measured and controlled, each one drawing the same sound from Mia. I felt my breath sync with hers.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered to myself, the words slipping out as I watched him bring both of them to their orgasms.
Finally, after they'd both came, their voices as loud and dirty as what they were both doing, Alex set the flogger down.
He leaned down, his voice low and soothing as he helped her relax out of the restraints, slowly guiding her back into the present.
As Mia sat up, she removed the blindfold, blinking slowly as her eyes adjusted to the light. She looked between us, a gentle smile on her lips.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice slightly hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. “It’s… rare to find your kind of couple. You made it feel so good and safe. Real.”
I felt my chest warm.
“Thank you, Mia,” I replied, my voice soft. “For trusting us. It means so much.”
She nodded, gathering her things before standing, shakily at first. I could see marks forming on her neck from Alex's grip. And her skirt was doing nothing in hiding the marks from the whip on her thighs.
After saying goodbye to each other once more, she left.
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