My Wife

I drove down the street which was at first very long and straight lined by very large homes then becoming curvy as the homes grew ever larger and most spaced. My wife, less curvy than the street upon which our destination lay, sat beside me, nude except for an ornate choker and a pair of black heels. She's a petite girl, 5'4, 123 lbs, a former fitness competitor and instructor, now an Assistant HR Director, mother of two and housewife. A woman of 34 who turns heads and hardens cocks. Few who know us know us truly. They certainly wouldn't expect this Long Island soccer mom to be riding in her husband's car nude en route to suck another man's cock.

I knew the house, we'd been there before. I'd never set foot inside. My wife had been specifically invited in, ordered even, many times. The first time she had snuck over having made up a story, I knew something was off. Several dozen times later and there was a confrontation. She asserted himself, I backed down. Our relationship changed. She had been providing sexual service to her bosses' boss. He boss figured it out before I did. Her boss, upset at the changed work dynamic, called me on it, expecting I'd be a man and end my wife's arrangement thereby allowing her boss to re-assert her authority. It went in another direction when I submitted to my wife's desires turning over the power in our relationship to her. She increased her visits to this man's home, told me stories of how he uses her, how he allows other men to use her. She submits to his desires and needs and I submit to hers.

This man, who's called Mr. Shaw, learned of my weakness, my loss of pride and agency. He has taken advantage of it. He gives orders to my wife who in turns gives me orders to meet his needs.

We approach the house. I wonder how my wife plans to walk from the street to his door in her condition without being seen. She's been told to walk from where I was told to park to the front door where she is to ring the ball and wait. he was expressly told she would be punished if she ran or covered up for any reason. If she disobeys, she will feel heat across her ass as she has in the past.

I pull up and park as told. Directly in front of a large plate glass window. I am on time. Mr. Shaw waits in the window, wearing a suit and tie despite this being a Sunday. He is 54 years old, wealthy and in charge. A man walks his dog on the sidewalk, fifty yards away. She opens the car door without hesitation and exits. I'm thankful the dogwalker is walking away not towards. A minute different and he would have stood watching my wife upon her walk of shame.

She struts up the walk, I watch her ass wiggle as she pridefully strides to the door. She rings the bell and waits as instructed. The man stands in the window watching me as he has in the past. A woman opens the door. His wife. She demurely steps aside and allows my wife to enter. I do not pretend to understand this dynamic. I don't even understand my own. The door closes.

Moments later, as I have seen so many times, my wife appears in the window. This time being nude, there's no undressing, no preamble, simply subservience. Mr. Shaw is alone with her this time. No other men are there to use her body or enjoy her skills. This is the first Sunday in ten that she will not take the cocks of strangers into her mouth and pussy. She will not be used by men loaded with ED meds, cum and scorn for her, desiring only pleasure and to punish her with their cocks. This will be the first Sunday in months she didn't lay down to sleep with a painfully sore pussy.

I watched her drop to her knees. Whether of habit or instruction I do not know. I see by her movements that she has removed his cock from her pants and that it is in her mouth. I have never been closer than this to one of her acts of service. I crave to see her up close, see her submitting, see her pleasuring another, but I am not permitted to. I have asked and been denied. I am not allowed to touch myself while I watch from afar. I sit and watchfully keep an eye out. I've never been instructed too nor do I have any course of action available to me should I see a threat of exposure but stand watch I do. If I can see, anyone walking or driving past can theoretically see too. Thankfully Mr. Shaw lives at the far end of a dead end cul-de-sac just prior to the circle, only a few others here live in more seclusion. I believe she has been seen, must have been seen. There appears to be some understanding among neighbors.

She is on her knees, sucking, her head moving, bobbing. I imagine to myself the image of her lips and tongue, which I can't see, working furiously to provide pleasure to Mr. Shaw, to meet his approval, to gain pride in performance and to avoid a sharp hand on her tender ass. She has been given over to Mrs. Shaw for punishment several times and wants to avoid such excess.

Her head sliding up and down now, Mr. Shaw's cock, which she's described as thick, long and perfect, sliding in and out of her throat and mouth, her saliva soaking his cock and balls as she has described in the past. Her self-admitted inability to limit her drooling on her master's cock one more means of my humiliation, she gladly shares such details.

He appears to start rocking his hips, then his hands grip her head. Mrs. Shaw appears in the window to look at me then turns to watch my wife take her husband's load once again. His hips now thrusting in time to my wife's sucking, he takes her mouth how he desires. His hips stop, he holds her head still, his head rolls back, Mrs. Shaw strokes the back of my wife's head. She is swallowing Mr. Shaw's cum, adding this small load to the volume of his cum she's swallowed previously, both while I watched from a distance and on those occasions I was not invited or unaware. How much cum she's swallowed, his and others, I do not and will not ever know although it much be prodigious.

She finishes the job in a professional manner honed through constant practice, cleaning his cock and balls and ensuring she hasn't missed even a drop of cum. Mrs. Shaw kisses her cheek after my wife puts her husband's cock away and zips him up. He watches as the women disappear from the window. My heart pounding, the door opens and out comes my walk. Bold and saucy she walks to our car. I scan the area as always expecting to see some offended neighbor or angry cop. She appears carefree, small round tits jiggling, bald pussy and glistening slit coming into view as she draws ever closer. I see a smile, no a smirk as she opens the door and enters. I ask how it went although I know, I saw. Her answer is simple, a slight single shoulder shrug in my direction and an arrogant smile of triumph. She had gotten what she wanted. Mr. Shaw's cock in her mouth, his cum in her mouth, on her tongue, sliding down her throat, me having watched and been humiliated once again. We drove home in silence.