"My husband hasn't been able to have sex since his surgery."

I looked up at Amy over my plate of moo goo gai pan. Around a mouthful of rice and chicken, my response wasn't too suave. "Huh?"

"Since the hernia operation, Mike hasn't been able to thrust without a lot of pain."

"That was, what?, six months ago," I said. "You haven't had sex.... since then?"

Amy looked at me with a wry look. "You know why we're friends? Because nothing gets by you."

Amy and I worked at the same company downtown. We'd ended up on a project together five years earlier. I'd liked her bizarre sense of humor and we'd been having lunch monthly since. She was 5'8" with brown hair a full bosom and wide hips. She had a classic hourglass figure and a pretty face. I was attracted to her, but I'd never acted on it since she was happily married to Mike. Apparently not as happily as I had thought these last six months.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "Have you been... uh... servicing yourself?"

"Yeah, I just finished under the table while I had soup."

Like I said, bizarre sense of humor.

"Ha ha. Seriously."

"I've been pretty asexual the last few months, is the truth, and it's beginning to cause problems."

"That sucks. What are you going to do about it?"

"Mike told me we can have an open marriage, if I need to have sex," she said, looking me right in the eye.

I took a mouthful of food so I didn't have to answer right away. After a moment, I said, "Oh, really. So you're dating now?"

She looked at me angrily and stood up.

"You're an idiot, Tony."

She left the restaurant and I had to ask for the check and pay. I caught up to her on High Street half way back to the office.

"Hey, sorry," I said. "I can guess that it's been tough on you and Mike. Is there anything I can do?"

"Yeah, pick me up at seven on Friday," Amy said.

"I, uh.... Okay."

As the week wore on, the idea of taking Amy out and fucking her grew on me. She was attractive. And her being available made her suddenly more attractive.

"Mike is all right with this?" I texted her during the week.

"Yes. He'll be there when we leave."

That was more arousing, the fact that he was going to watch his wife leave with another man.

"Cool," I replied.

"He's going to enjoy it."

"The humiliation?"

"Yes."

Friday arrived and I arrived at Mike's and Amy's house. I rang the doorbell, and Mike answered. We'd met once or twice and he'd seemed like a decent guy. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him now that he couldn't fuck his wife.

"How's the old hernia?" I asked.

"Painful," he said.

"So... you're cool with all this?"

"Yeah, sure." He looked meek and beat down, and I felt the urge to beat him down a little more. I have a bit of a sadistic streak.

"So you're cool with me fucking your wife?"

He looked at me, startled. "Yeah, sure."

"Say it," I said.

He swallowed. "I'm cool with you fucking my wife," he said.

"Why don't you beg me to do it?" I said with a smile.

"Please, would you fuck my wife?"

"Call me 'Sir'," I said.

"Sir, please, would you fuck my wife?"

"I will."

I glanced up the stairs and saw Amy standing there in a short black dress. She had been listening to the whole conversation with an odd expression on her face.

I smiled at her. "Why don't you serve me a drink?" I said to Mike.

"What do you want?"

"Sir," I added.

"What do you want, Sir?" Mike asked.

"Scotch on the rocks," I replied.

"Yes, Sir."

I smiled at Amy again. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a dazed look on her face. She liked the idea of someone belittling her husband. I enjoyed dominating women. Dominating both Amy and Mike at the same time put my dick at full attention.

"Amy, you look lovely," I said.

She smiled and continued down the stairs. The dress was tight, and I could see the line of her panties.

"I don't think you should be wearing anything underneath that dress," I said.

She blushed, something I couldn't remember her doing before. She had a bawdy sense of humor and loved cracking dirty jokes and lobbing double entendres.

"But-"

"Take off you panties and give them to Mike," I said.

Mike had returned with my drink.

Amy obeyed without another word. She reached under her skirt, exposing a large patch of inner thigh, and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. She pulled them down over her hips, wiggling her ass as she did so.

The panties were a black thong, which slid down her thighs and collected at her ankles. Amy kicked the panties over to Mike's feet.

"Mike, put those in your pocket," I said. "Amy won't be needing them tonight, and I want you to remember that while we're gone."

"Yes, Sir."

"And I'll need some money to take your wife out with."

I took my drink, downed it, while Mike fished $100 out of his wallet and handed it to me.

"You found that arousing, didn't you?"

Amy nodded. "Yes..."

"You can call me 'Sir', too." I'd been hanging around Amy for five years and hadn't realized she was a sub. We'd talked sex on occasion, but not anything weird.

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you two engage in kinky stuff?" I asked.

"Sometimes. We used to. He likes to be tied up and spanked. He likes to wear my underwear."

"He's probably whacking off in your panties right now."

She laughed.

"I should have ordered him not to touch himself," I said.

"You should have ordered him to wear them," Amy replied.

"Sir," I correct.

"Sorry, Sir."

"I will correct poor behavior."

"Yes, Sir."

We stopped at a bar, got a drink, chatted, and then went dancing. Amy was wild on the dance floor and we grinded against each other. I reached under her skirt to squeeze her ass several times. I'm sure those around us on the dance floor got a great view of her naked ass.

By the end of the evening we were pretty buzzed. We ended up making out on our way back to the car. I pushed her up against a doorway and kissed her passionately. She tasted good. I ran my hands up her thigh, over her dress and over her breasts.

"I'd like to take you home and fuck you," I said.

"Your place?"

"No, yours. I think your husband should know about it."

She blushed again and laughed softly.

"Okay."

In the car, I said, "That's the tenth time you forgot to call me 'Sir'. The punishment is 10 swats per violation."

"When did we agree to that..., Sir?" she said.

"It should be common sense," I said with a smile.

"Are you saying I'm stupid, Sir?"

"You are a dumb slut, that's for sure."

She gasped, but then she smiled. "Yes, Sir."

Mike was watching TV when we got back to their house.

"Do you want a drink, Sir?" he asked immediately.

"Where are those panties, Mike?"

"I... uh...."

"You're wearing them, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, let me see," I said, plopping down on the couch. "Then get us a drink."

He hesitated for just a second and then dropped his drawers. His erect penis was pushing the front of the thong out, revealing his hairy testicles. His penis was just five inches long and not particularly thick.

"Aren't you cute," I said. "All your clothes off except for the thong, pussy."

He removed his shirt and went to fetch another scotch for me.

Amy went to sit on the couch as well, but I motioned her to the floor. "You get to kneel right here at me feet."

"Really?"

"That's eleven," I said. "Even your small-dicked husband can follow directions better than you can, you dumb slut."

She blushed and knelt.

Mike brought me another scotch. I told him to kneel as well.

"Your wife can't follow instructions, so I'll be spanking her tonight. Right here," I said. "I think I'll let you watch this part. But when I fuck her, all you get to do is listen outside the door." To Amy, I said, "Take off that dress."

She stood and pulled the dress over her head. Her pussy was bare. The lips were red and swollen. Her hips were wide and muscular. Her belly was slightly rounded.

"Bra too."

She unhooked her bra and her large boobs fell out. The nipples were dark and about two inches across. She covered her breasts with her hands. Mike's eyes were wide as he watched his wife undress as if for the first time.

"Lace your hands behind your neck," I said. "Don't ever cover your breasts in front of me. Or anything else for that matter. Turn around."

She turned to face Mike. Her ass was round and ample. Like I said, a nice hourglass figure.

"Lay across my lap," I ordered. She knelt and then placed her belly against my knees.

"Eleven violations," I said. "Ten swats each. I think you're going to remember to be respectful to your master from now on."

I started slow, alternating each cheek with gentle slaps. Her flesh was goosebumped at first. It jiggled slowly with each swat. After ten, I reached between her legs and felt her pussy. I gently stroked her vulva and her clit until she moaned. Then I gave her the next ten strokes. This time I struck a little harder.

I alternated between slapping her ass and rubbing her clit until she was moaning loudly from both. I slid a finger into her sopping cunt and worked it in and out.

"Oh, god. I'm cumming!" she shouted.

She bucked her hips against my lap and pushed her cunt against my hand so the finger went deeper. Her pussy sucked at my fingers.

"Oh, god. Oh, god."

"'Oh, Sir,'" I replied. "We still have fifty strokes to go."

"I don't think I can handle it, Sir."

"Of course you can."

I started spanking her again. By then her ass was red on both cheeks and hot to the touch.

I looked over at Mike and saw him rubbing his dick through Amy's panties.

"Stop touching your little pecker, you wimp," I said. "Or I'll tie you to a chair."

"Yes, Sir," he said, putting his hands behind his back. His little five-incher remained erect against the fabric of Amy's panties.

Instead of stroking Amy's pussy after every ten strokes, I gently smacked her puffy lips. She gasped as I smacked it ten times.

"That counts as ten," I said, going back to her ass. On the last ten strokes, I raised my hand above my head and smacked her hard. She gasped and squirmed, but took it all.

"Good, girl," I said, standing up and dumping her on the floor. "Kneel."

I walked toward the stairs. "Both of you, follow me on your hands and knees."

Amy and Mike came after me like dogs, and I have to say I was aroused having a husband and wife on their knees behind me. We went upstairs and at the door to their bedroom I pointed at Mike.

"You wait here," I said. "On your knees. And you better not touch yourself through your panties."

Amy followed me into the room, and I shut the door in Mike's face.

"Turn around," I said. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Amy didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and started moving her lips up and down my shaft.

"She's sucking my cock, Mike," I said to the door. "Don't you wish it was yours she had between her lips?"

I let her suck for five minutes. It was arousing, but I wasn't going to shoot my load from it. I pulled my cock out and got behind her. Her pussy was soaked. I pushed my cock in to the hilt and she gasped and sighed.

"Oh, god," she said.

I thrust in and out slowly, not going all the way in.

"Tell your wimp of a husband what I'm doing," I ordered.

"Oh, god! He's fucking me from behind, Mike," Amy said. "It's filling me up. It's so good."

I thrust deeper and she gasped.

"It's so thick and big," she said.

"Bigger than Mike's?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir. So much bigger than Mike's cock. Oh, god! He's pounding my pussy and he's filling me up so much!"

I increased the pace of my thrusts. Amy's breathing increased. She had a tight cunt and I could feel it squeezing my penis. I grabbed her hips and pulled her as far onto my cock I could.

"He's fucking me deep, Mike! Fuck, that's deep!"

She grunted with each thrust.

"I'm cumming," she said. "I'm cumming!"

She pounded the carpet with her hand and came, squeezing my cock in her cunt. I grabbed hold tightly and pushed against the pressure. I almost came too, but paused as her orgasm subsided. Then, when she was breathing again, I continued to thrust into her pussy, pulling her hips to meet my cock with each slow stroke.

"Has he ever made you cum like this?" I whispered into her ear.

She shook her head.

"Tell him," I commanded.

"You can't do this to me, Mike," she said, gasping. "You can't give me this much pleasure. Oh fuck! I'm cumming again. When have you ever done that to me?"

"Call him degrading names," I said.

"You're cock is pathetic compared to his," Amy said. "You can't do this to me. You can't make me cum. You can't even fuck me, you loser."

"Louder. Tell him what a small cock he has."

"Your dick is worthless," she screamed. "Your little dicklet can't reach this far inside me. It can't make me come. It's a scrawny, tiny dicklet, useless for everything except pissing with. Fuck, he's in me. Fuck, he's in me all the way. Fuck."

She came again and I came with her, filling her tight cunt with semen. It felt like I had turned my balls inside-out.

Three long thrusts and I was drained. I lay across her back, breathing heavily.

"You... are... a good slut, Amy," I said.

"Thank you, Sir," she said with a sigh.

"Now, turn and clean my cock."

"Sir?"

"Do what you're told," I said menacingly.

She turned around, still on her knees and placed her lips on the tip of my cock. Semen and cunt juices clung to the cock from tip to base.

"Clean it," I said. "Front to end."

She opened her mouth and took the cock into her mouth. I placed my hands on the back of her head and pushed it further and further until her nose was in my pubes and she was gasping to breathe.

"You do this every time you get fucked," I said. "Do you understand, slut?"

She looked up at me and nodded. I let her head come back and she eagerly licked the spunk from my cock until it glistened with her saliva.

"Good girl. Now go give your husband a kiss."

She opened the door and I dressed. When I came out, she was servicing Mike with her mouth. He was clenching his jaw against the pain in his abdomen, but his cock was rock hard.

"She can't even get my cock all the way in her mouth without choking, you little bitch," I said.

He looked up at me and came, groaning.

I smiled.

As I neared the door, Amy caught up with me. A drop of semen was at the corner of her mouth.

"Same time, next Friday?" she asked.

"Sir."

"Same time, next Friday, Sir?"

"You bet. And lets catch lunch next week. Wear a garter belt and stockings."

"Yes, Sir. Panties?"

"What do you think?"

She smiled.

"Not."