Weekend with Elizabeth & Charlie Ch. 01

I'd had a long, hard day at work and couldn't wait to get home and relax. I stopped at the grocery store and got a few things we needed for the weekend. When I drove up to the house I was surprised to see my husband Greg's car in the driveway. He doesn't usually get home on Friday's until after me. I didn't bother waiting for him to come out to help me with the groceries. Greg believes those things are women's work.

It was hard to unlock the door holding my purse, a file folder from work and the huge shopping bag, but I finally got inside and heard a strange slapping noise coming from the living room. I stepped around the corner and my mouth flew open. The grocery bag fell to the floor.

There in my living room was my husband completely naked on all fours with a gorgeous raven-haired woman sitting astride him like she was riding a horse backwards. My husband's ass was facing me and it was as red as a stop sign! I could actually see hand prints!

In a calm but commanding voice the woman said, "Greg, go over there and pick up that bag for your dear wife and take it to the kitchen and put everything away." As she stood up "dismounting" my husband I could see that she was nearly six feet tall with long, beautiful legs, dressed in a business suit with a short skirt and high spiky heels.

Greg looked up at her with an angry look on his face and opened his mouth as if he was about tell her off, but before he could say anything she lifted her hand, threatening to spank him again I presumed, and he snapped his mouth shut and started to get up.

"Oh no, no, no, who told you you could walk over there on two feet? I don't remember telling you that you could stand up. I want you to stay on all fours and pick up that bag -- handles in your mouth -- just like a little doggy. Now go over and get that done like a good little puppy," the woman said to him -- and shockingly, Greg obeyed.

I just stood there with my mouth hanging wide open. I didn't make a sound! The woman smiled at me and walked over to me with her hand outstretched.

"I'm Elizabeth Johnson," she told me. "Your husband and I work together. I know this must be quite shocking, but trust me honey, I am here to help you. I promise that after tonight, your life will be so much better, especially your sex life."

"I don't understand any of this!"

"Listen Betsy, can I call you Betsy? I'm Greg's boss and I've overheard him talking in the break room for the past few weeks and I just couldn't stand it anymore. He's incredibly selfish and needs to learn how to treat a goddess like you and -- you are indeed an absolutely gorgeous woman. That's why I am here."

Just then she called out to the master bedroom, "Charlie, come on out here." Out walked an adorable dreamboat of a guy about 23 wearing only a pair of white jockeys.

"What can I do for you my lady?" he asked.

"I just wanted to introduce you to Betsy," Elizabeth said. "Help her get comfortable, will you, while I go and see what's taking our little doggy so long in the kitchen."

Charlie walked over to me and took my hand and kissed it. His body was hard -- strong and muscular (not an ounce of fat on him). I guess I should have been a little scared and intimidated. But he had such gentle blue eyes. His smile seemed to warm me all over. It just sort of melted me and I let him lead me over to the couch and sit me down. He tenderly took my purse and the work folder I was carrying and set them on the table. Then he took my shoes off and started to massage my feet!

Could this really be happening? I was beyond stunned. Who the hell were these people in my home and why wasn't I angry? Unbelievably I was too shocked and they just seemed so nice so I wasn't angry -- confused, intrigued, oddly turned on -- but not angry.

I was starting to moan softly as Charlie worked away at my feet. He kneaded and smoothed them so expertly. And every now and then he would kiss them sweetly and smile up at me with those great blue eyes. It was absolutely delightful.

Finally, Elizabeth came back into the room with Greg crawling on all fours, still stark naked "heeling" beside her. She had fastened a collar around his neck and she was leading him on a leash. Charlie let go of my feet and stood, allowing room as Elizabeth brought Greg over to the couch where Charlie had just been. She made Greg kneel before me.

"Lick her feet!" she demanded. Greg looked up at her with a strange mix of hatred and embarrassment. "Don't' make me say it again," she told him. "You remember what happened the last time you made me say something twice." And with that he quickly began tonguing my feet.

I have to admit it felt like heaven. I've never thought of asking for something like that but man, it felt good!

"Let me explain a few things to you Betsy," Elizabeth said, sitting down beside me as Greg worked away. "Your husband just needs some training. You've let him run wild and act in a very unbecoming way for a proper husband. By nature, men should be the slaves, not women. You should have nipped this in the bud years ago, but it's not too late. You see, I overheard him talking in the bedroom about how he makes you cater to his every whim. At first I just thought it was that silly male bravado and he didn't really mean it. But after a while I realized he really did mean it and he really was a total caveman. Well, that's just plain wrong. And I decided right then and there that he needed my correcting and fast!

"He boasted to his buddies on several occasions how he's come home late after work and going to a bar, drunk and demanded you to 'service' him. He says your job is to keep him happy and that whenever he wants a blowjob, no matter what's going on or how you are feeling, you must attend to him immediately. He's also said several times that he doesn't think that women can really have orgasms. Yes, my dear this barbarian said that none of the women he'd ever been with had ever had one, so he's come to the conclusion that women are frigid or just plain incapable.

"Oh my dear, he has so much to learn, and actually so do you! Let me ask you, have you ever had an orgasm?"

I was so embarrassed I know my face turned as red as Greg's ass. But the feel of my normally domineering husband rubbing and licking my feet was loosening my tongue. "Well, yes but only by myself." Oh god, how could I have just admitted that to these strangers? My hands flew to my face to cover the crimson color.

"Don't you ever feel bad for that!" Elizabeth said, touching the side of my face with her soft, tender hand. "I'm just glad to hear you've experienced that ecstasy. You wouldn't believe how many women I've met who just haven't let themselves be that free, wives with husbands like yours who just don't have a clue about a woman's body."

I noticed that my husband had stopped licking my feet and was staring at me with shock. This time it was his turn to have his mouth hanging open.

"You see Greg darling," Elizabeth said, "all women can have a climax, as a matter of fact most can have multiple orgasms but their men just don't have a clue. It's time you learned how to please your wife. You are in for a real treat tonight. Charlie and I are going to show you exactly how to make her feel like a queen."

"Charlie?" Greg said. "What the hell do you mean Charlie? He's not touching my wife!" And with that Elizabeth yanked on his collar and smacked his ass with the end of the leash so hard he winced.

"We will have none of that!" she said. "Yes, both Charlie and I will take your wife to new levels of pleasure. And you will watch and you will learn! For now, however, I want you to keep treating her lovely feet with worshipful respect. No one told you to stop."

She motioned to Charlie and pointed to Greg's back "Charlie, come on over here and mount back up on this naughty male." And then to me she added, "If this selfish chauvinist starts getting lazy, just snap your fingers and Charlie will get him back into the groove with a nice wake-up slap on his bare behind."

I guess it was disloyal of me. But despite my devotion to my husband, I smiled and sighed with the new sense of power these two were giving me.

As Charlie "mounted" back up, Elizabeth leaned her face in close to mine and began whispering sensuously into my ear. Honestly I don't remember what she said, but before I knew it she was unbuttoning my blouse and expertly unsnapping my bra. She removed the bra and laid it over the back of the couch.

And as my husband's lips and tongue kept working on my feet, Elizabeth bent down and started to lick and lightly nibble on my nipples while cupping both breasts in her hands squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure.

Oh man, it felt so delightful! I thought about what I'd heard gay women say -- that only a woman really knows what feels good to another woman. I began to moan softly again in spite of myself. It felt so damn good and I started to realize she was right. I did deserve more than what I was getting!

She kept her hands caressing my breasts and started to kiss me. It was like she cast a spell on me. If you had asked me just 15 minutes before if I would have ever kissed a woman, I would have said no, but here I was. And man I was loving it! She kissed incredibly!

I opened my eyes and looked at the men. Charlie, still astride Greg was staring at us. Greg too, still with my feet in his hands was gaping at us. They both were clearly excited by what they saw. Greg being naked couldn't hide how much he liked it, but even Charlie in his jockeys was poking out of the top of his waistband.

"You like that don't you boys?" Elizabeth taunted. "Well, Charlie you'll get into the action soon, but right now I want you to stay astride Greg and back him up a couple feet. I want him still facing us but able to get a good full view of what I'm doing to her. If he wiggles around at all I want you to slap his naughty ass and make him hold still!"

Greg made some kind of noise as Charlie backed him up a little, but Elizabeth had slipped her hands under my skirt and was rubbing my pussy and it felt so damn good I didn't pay much attention to Greg at all.

She pulled my skirt down over my feet and slipped my panties off. She moved my legs apart so Greg was staring directly at eye-level with my hot snatch. I know I should have been mortified, totally embarrassed. But like I said before, she made me feel so good I just didn't care. At this point I was up for whatever was going to happen and I had a feeling it was going to be great! It was like I was coming to life after years of suspended animation.

"Greg dear, do you recognize this?" Elizabeth asked, sliding her middle finger from my clit, inside my soaking pussy and out again. "Yes, it's your wife's beautiful cunt. You should be worshipping this many times a day. But you are a bratty brute and don't have a clue so you've decided it must be her fault that she doesn't cum, ha! Now, watch closely as I show you how to make her scream with delight with just my fingers. Don't worry this is only the first lesson. There will be many more before this night is over."

Elizabeth began softly stroking between my lips, opening them wider to make sure the guys got a great look at me. I was sopping wet already as she ran her fingers up and down, making sure to use just the right pressure over my clit. Involuntarily, I spread my legs wider and wider to give her better access and provide the guys with a better view. I was so-oo totally out of my head. Man she really knew what she was doing. She started to use two fingers and rubbed harder and faster all the while asking Greg: "You see how much she's enjoying this? Do you think she can't have an orgasm? I'll bet you she's about to have one right now!"

And with that she took the other hand and inserted two fingers into my cunt plunging them in and out while rubbing my clit with the other hand, she kept her pressure increasing with her speed, I was arching my back and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I came in crashing waves that rolled over my whole body, over and over again. I swear I'd never ever had such a good orgasm in my life!

I was barely catching my breath when she kissed me -- affectionately and playfully -- on the cheek, stood up and addressed Greg and Charlie: "Okay boys. Now it's time to give us some eye candy! I know our sex show turned you both on, didn't it? Now it's time for you to give us a show. I want you both to sit down here side by side on the sofa. But first, Greg, I want you to take Charlie's tighty whities off with your teeth."

Greg said: "You bitch...." But he never got to finish the thought. Charlie, smiling a delightful smile and winking at Elizabeth, drew his powerful right arm back and gave Greg's poor bare tail a thundering smack that reverberated all around the room. Greg actually yelped and (I'm ashamed to admit it but...) I actually laughed a little without meaning too. Greg glared at me but I knew he didn't want to risk another painful and embarrassing stroke on his sore rear end so he didn't argue. "Okay, okay," he said. I could tell he was really pissed but he obeyed.

Charlie stood up, and turned his back to us gals. Still on all fours Greg reached up with his mouth, took the waistband of Charlie's jockey's in his teeth and pulled them all the way down to his feet. Charlie reached down and "petted" his head. "Good puppy," he said, laughing, and stepped out of his undies.

Because he had his back to me, I couldn't see his dick at first but he had a wonderful ass. It was strong and tight, like a gladiator's ass. I had a momentary flash of being a princess in Ancient Rome, watching him and another sexy slave in the coliseum wrestling each other for my entertainment. The idea turned me on. I was surprised at myself. Where did this dirty fantasy come from? My imagination was starting to run so wild!

When "doggy" Greg had completed his exposing of Charlie's gorgeous ass for us, Elizabeth clapped with joy. "Wonderful, wonderful! Now I want you both sit down here on the sofa and jack off for us. I want you to take it nice and slow at first. Then I will tell you when to quicken the pace. We gals need a little breather and a show is called for."

And then Charlie turned around to face us and ...Whoa! I couldn't catch my breath for a moment.

I must tell you I've always loved Greg's cock. It's just the right size, nice and thick and not too big, but when I saw Charlie's I just about died. It was so huge it made Greg look like a little boy!

Elizabeth and I moved to separate sides of the sofa. (She sat on the left arm; I sat on the right) The guys sat down between us, Greg beside me and Charlie beside Elizabeth. We gals both had a clear, unobstructed view of both of those stiff, ready pricks.

The guys started stroking their already rock-hard cocks slowly just as Elizabeth directed. At first Greg had a scowl on his face, he's never liked being told what to do, but I think his sense of defiance got lost in the heady feeling of having two women watch him working his dick. I could see him really starting to get into it.

"Greg dear, it feels good doesn't it?" Elizabeth asked him. "That's exactly how it felt for your dear wife just now. Don't you think she deserves that? Of course you do! I will be testing you before this night is over to make sure you can do just what I did and just as well...."

Then she reached down into her purse and brought out a big container of baby oil. She poured a nice, generous amount of it on both men's cocks, causing them to gleam and glisten beautifully.

"Okay fellas," she said. "I've given you some good lubrication. Now let's see you jerk those cocks just a little bit faster for us. Yeah, that's right, faster.... faster."

Of course I knew I was going just a little crazy. In the short space of 20 minutes or less, these two strangers had awakened something in me that I knew would never ever go back to sleep. Watching those fists flying up and down over those greased dicks was making my heart pound like mad.

Elizabeth and I were both smiling huge smiles and I found myself clapping. This was the best show! I blush to admit that I found myself watching Charlie a lot more than I watched Greg. I couldn't get enough of the sight of such a huge cock being worked so expertly. I must confess that I started to fantasize what it would be like to get it into my own hands and mouth, or better yet, how it would feel to be fucked by this young stud with that amazingly enormous and beautiful dick.

I was deep in reverie when I noticed that Elizabeth was looking at me and smiling. "You like what you see, don't you?" she asked, beaming at me.

"Oh my God, YES!" I said. The words just sort of burst out of me.

"I had a feeling you would," Elizabeth laughed. "Charlie here is one of my favorite love slaves. I tamed and trained him myself. And I just knew he'd be the right one to bring tonight. He's so big and strong isn't he? He helps me with some of the heavy work when I have to 'break' a newbie like Greg. He comes in so handy when I need to overpower hubbies like yours and get them to see how things are going to be from now on. Charlie works for me also. Actually, he works under Greg too which I can only imagine will make for a very interesting Monday for Greg. Won't it Greg honey? I don't think you'll be doing anything to my Charlie to try to get back at him, will you? Not with all that Charlie knows about you. And not only that, I don't think you want to provoke him into de-pantsing you and taking you over your own desk for a bare-bottom spanking in front of the whole office. Am I right?" She laughed a wicked fun-loving laugh and winked at me.

Greg shook his head and blushed, unable to hide his humiliation, and returned his attention to the dick-jacking at hand.

"Okay boys, faster," Elizabeth said. "Yes! Let's pick up the pace a bit, let me see you really work those cocks for us! Let's see those hands fly!"

She reached across the sofa back and touched my arm and gave me a sweet smile of camaraderie. "Don't you love the way their balls bounce up and down on the sofa cushions as they slam away on those things?" she asked.

I hadn't really noticed that before, but when she pointed it out, it was really fun and funny to watch it -- not to mention, incredibly erotic. These guys were putting their whole hearts into entertaining us.

As I say, right or wrong, I was paying much more attention to Charlie cuffing his immense penis than I was to Greg working his. But clearly Elizabeth wasn't letting him escape her notice.

"Uh-oh Greg," she said, "it looks like you are getting ready to cum. Am I right? Are you almost ready?"

Greg didn't seem to notice she was talking to him so she got up, reached down and grabbed his hand, stopping him in mid stroke. "I am not about to let you cum Greg," she told him sternly. I got the feeling she really enjoyed her power, delaying his gratification. "We might need you again this evening. Notice I said, 'might.' But I know guys like you. Once you cum you are done for the night. You are a roll-over-and-go-to-sleep kind of guy so your cock is off limits now, at least for a while."

Then she turned from Greg and smiled at her young stud. "But you Charlie dear, I know you are just getting started and we can count on you to stay hard all night long so I'm going to give you the count down and you know what to do."

I wasn't at all sure what she meant, but I was curious to find out.

"I want you to watch this, Betsy," Elizabeth said. "This will give you an idea of how men can and should be trained. They should cum when WE want them to, not when THEY want to."

Then she started counting backwards: "Five... Four.... Three... Two... One... Shoot!" And amazingly, right then Charlie came, shooting what seemed like gallons of wonderful thick sperm straight in the air. What a sight!