A Husband's Hasty Promise Ch. 02

Authors note:

Firstly, thank you for all your feedback from Chapter 1 and I hope you enjoy this second installment.

Secondly, this story crosses over a number of categories: BDSM, Lesbian sex and there are elements of humiliation thrown in too. If these aren't your kind of thing then you might want to skip this story.

Enjoy!

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For a moment, Sam didn't know what was happening. She had known Carla was going to be there, but she hadn't anticipated that her beautiful friend might be taking an active role in the evening. Although now that Sam stood in her own dining room, looking at her insanely sexy neighbour dressed in the most outrageously slutty maid's outfit. She did feel slightly silly for not realising it sooner. Because the slender brunette whose body looked intimidatingly magnificent, had been the driving force behind what was happening that evening. So, it really shouldn't have surprised her. And what had Carla told her just that very afternoon as she had passed her the dress she now wore? "Try not to be surprised by anything that happens tonight Sam." At the time it hadn't registered much with her. But now? Now that she stood transfixed by her best friend's eye watering sensuality, she began to fully appreciate what she had meant.

With a look of shock etched on her flawless features, Sam took the gorgeous shoes and silk stockings without saying a word. Ensnared in Carla's hungry gaze, the petit blonde couldn't quite wrap her head around what her friend had just said. Warm her up? What did that mean? She wasn't cold. Why would he think she needed... oh!

Carla watched the realisation creep across Sam's breathtakingly beautiful face with a small smile curled on her lips. She had guessed that Sam hadn't anticipated her direct involvement. However, in truth both women knew that it wasn't up to either of them. It had been; and indeed, always would be, up to Carla's master who made the decision about what and who was involved in Sam's introduction to him. In fact, Carla had known from the moment she began explaining her lifestyle to her friend that Sam had been more than a little intrigued. She had seen the sparkle in Sam's eyes as she had shared the stories and experiences that Master had allowed her to reveal. But it had been more than that. It wasn't just the look on her friends face, or the subtle body movements that spoke loudly of Sam's intense curiosity and excitement about finding out more and more details of Carla's alternative lifestyle. It had been Carla's sudden recognition in Sam that she was exactly like her.

A true submissive.

However, where Carla had been lucky enough to meet someone who had not only recognised her for who she was, but had let her explore that part of herself. Sam had not. She'd had a series of bad relationships during College and then finally settled with Tom. A lovely, caring man who treated her like a Princess. But Carla knew that Sam wanted something else. Something that Tom wouldn't ever be able to give her, because he just didn't have it in him. However, when he gave his beautiful wife permission to explore her own sexual gratification and Sam had come to Carla and told her everything? She knew exactly what her friend needed. And she knew exactly who was capable of giving it to her.

"We mustn't... mustn't... get ca... carried away?" Sam stuttered in confusion as she removed the gloves, instinctively following the orders she had been given. The soft silk felt luxuriously sensual against her pale flesh and she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness about taking them off. They had made her feel sexy and without them she began to feel exposed, which she knew was ridiculous. But she couldn't help it. Especially with the way Carla was looking at her. Then, as if in response to the thought about her friend, Sam looked up into her bright hazel eyes and suddenly it all clicked into place. "Oh..."

She didn't know how to react. What was Carla going to... but before she could even consider taking her thoughts any further. Her world exploded into a realm of arousal she had not experienced in years as Carla's hand slipped beneath her tiny dress. Grazing a perfectly manicured finger from the back of her pussy; that was far wetter than she had realised, over her slick puffy lips before teasing around her over sensitive clit. Without ever touching it directly. A loud moan escaped her lips before she had even been aware it was rising in her throat. Clasping a hand over her mouth with a guilty glance in the direction of her unseen husband, Sam suddenly realised that he would have heard everything that Carla had said. But all thoughts of her husband handcuffed to the couch, listening to his wife and her best friend becoming amorous together swiftly disappeared as Carla pressed her gently against the dining room table. "What are you doing Carla? I... I didn't know you were..."

Cutting off her beautiful blonde friend with a soft kiss, Carla smiled affectionately at the shorter woman as her finger slipped inside Sam's freshly smooth and soaking slit. "Don't worry Sammy. This is all for you. We all want you to feel the pleasure you deserve." Emphasising her point with a deliberate twisting and teasing with her impaled digits, Carla felt her own arousal enflame as another gratified moan escaped Sam's lips. "We both know why you're here. And we both know you will do just about anything to experience the sexual pleasure you so desperately crave. So why don't you just relax. Spread those gorgeous legs for me and let me taste you."

A brief war raged behind Sam's beautifully expressive eyes as Carla's words began to sink in. But there had been no real contest in the end. The maid was right. She would have done anything to experience even half the pleasure Carla had told her about when sharing her stories. In fact, hadn't she already proved that by the way she had been so easily convinced to handcuff her husband to their couch? She was a slut. A selfish, despicable slut who didn't deserve the man she was married to. But in the face of her seductively slutty friend, who she couldn't help but admit had made her wet at the mere sight of her. Sam began to realise that she didn't care. Not tonight. Not after 5 years of disappointing sex and the promise of such blissful gratification. Plus, hadn't finding someone to please her. had all been Tom's idea. Hadn't it...

Without another thought, Sam reached out and stroked lingering fingers across Carla's flawless face. "Ok. Can I taste you after as well?" She asked with a voice that trembled with a mixture of nerves and yearning. Tonight, was about experiencing new things so why shouldn't she go all out and dive straight in. And it gave her quite a thrill, knowing that Tom could hear them in the next room. Because although it might be hard for him, she also knew it would arouse him to hear his wife be with another woman.

Slowly sliding wet fingers from Sam's dripping pussy, Carla unashamedly slipped her glistening flesh between her red lips and tasted her friend's arousal, causing a slight shudder to ripple through her entire body. Languidly licking over every inch of her delicious fingers, making sure she lapped up every drop of Sam's arousal, Carla never once took her gaze off Sam's slightly blushing face. "I'd never say no to that Sammy." She purred sensually while manoeuvring her suddenly grinning friend against the large wooden table. "We're going to have so much fun..." Finishing her sentence with a deep kiss on Sam's slightly parted lips, both women didn't spare a moment in exploring the others body.

Carla was pleasantly surprised by Sam's agreeableness to them having fun together first. A lot of the women Carla had to prime for her master weren't as open and it took more time before she got to have fun with them. Not that she ever didn't in the end of course. But it was refreshing to have someone so open and curious. "Just remember though Sammy. This is just a warm up. We aren't allowed to cum yet. But I promise you will later... so many times." Slowly caressing Sam's glorious curves that were highlighted magnificently by the black silk dress as she lowered herself down to her knees. Carla never once took her piercing hazel eyes from Sam's hungry gaze.

Pushing her back against the table, Carla encouraged the other woman's legs apart, which had the delightful effect of making the short black dress ride up her thighs. Pushing the exquisite silk hem up further, until Sam's perfectly smooth and extremely wet pussy was completely exposed. Carla couldn't have hidden the look of excitement from her face, even if she had wanted too. "You should keep your pussy smooth Sammy, it really does look incredible and I hope you like it too?" Leaning deeper and deeper between her friends legs with every word. Carla watched in amusement as Sam was left incapable of responding in any coherent manner as her friends tongue languidly teased her delicious pussy. "Oh..." was the only word Sam managed after Carla flicked skilfully over her clit before abandoning the hard mass of sensitive nerves that could send her over the edge at any moment. However, there was no reprieve from the intense arousal and sheer physical excitement that Carla so effortlessly inflicted upon her.

If it wasn't a tongue gliding sensually over, through or inside her dripping cunt; it was her hands grazing delicately over every inch of her tingling body. Beginning at her full breasts, Carla's nimble fingers caressed, stroked, teased and squeezed Sam's firm flesh in such a way that made Sam's stomach tighten with a need she had never experienced before. It was as if the kneeling brunette knew every little secret about her body, without needing to be told. Sam began to experience new pleasures that she had never thought possible. And it was all she could do not to explode, while Carla licked a flat tongue over her clit and circled a finger inside her gushing pussy as she trailed needy fingers of her other down along her stomach.

"Oooooohhhh fuck!" Sam's loud needy groan echoed around both dining and living room as Carla played the petit blondes body like a maestro. Grinning up at the arousal stricken face of her friend as she savoured the delicious taste of her pussy dancing across her tongue. Carla knew her time to play was almost over and it was time to take her friend to where her Master waited for them. She felt a pang of disappointment at not getting the chance to have Sam go down on her, because she was absolutely positive that her friend would be an extremely attentive partner. However, the time she had been given to play was quickly coming to an end and following her orders was far more important. Plus. If things went well tonight then the chances were that she would get a lot more time to play with Sam. So it wasn't with too much frustration that she pulled away from her friend and rose back up to her feet.

It was as Sam's shudders caught her breath and both women fell into silence that they heard the sound from the livingroom. It was a soft gasping whimper that Sam knew all too well and she couldn't help grinning at her friend and whispering between her own rasping breaths "I think Tom enjoyed listening in... in fact I think he... yep, there he goes." And suddenly the gasping turned into the strained groan of someone trying to hide their arousal. Quickly followed by a soft sigh and the unmistakeable sound of Tom falling back against the couch. "Did he just..." Mouthing the word "cum" silently to her friend with a look of shock and naughty arousal etched on her pretty face, Carla couldn't help herself. Slipping off her high heels, she padded on stocking wrapped feet to the edge of the open doorway and peeked into the room. The sight of Tom sat on the couch, with a string of his ejaculation stretching from his still hard cock to one of the two puddles of cum on the floor at his feet made her pussy twinge with need. Not because she found Tom attractive, not that she didn't, but because the thought of a man cumming with only the sound of two women playing with each other was one that turned her on immensely.

Turning back to Sam and slipping her shoes back on, she helped the perfect blonde into her stockings and shoes while she explained a few things, while trying to push the thought of Tom out of her mind. "Sorry Sammy, I thought you might get to play with me, but we got a bit carried away and we have run out of time. I know we've gone over this before, but I just wanted to make sure you're happy with everything? Remember to try and not speak unless spoken too, follow instructions as they are given and above all else... enjoy yourself. It may be a little intimidating at first, but the fact I'm in this outfit means that he is probably going to spend all his time focused on you. So make the most of it. And if things go well, then I imagine he will ask you to join us tonight. But don't worry if he doesn't; it might just be that he is worried you aren't ready. Just be your usual beautiful self and let him take as much control as you're willing to give." Finishing off with a firm kiss on Sam's lips, Carla smiled affectionately down into the flushed features of her friend. "Lets go."

To Sam it felt like her world had just been flipped over and turned upside down. The immense pleasure that Carla had so easily given, with nothing more than her tongue and fingers still roared in her stomach like a caged beast demanding to be released. How had she lived her life without ever experiencing such arousal? And for the first time in their whole relationship, Sam began to feel an element of resentment towards her husband. It was wrong. She knew it was. and yet she couldn't help it. Something had been awoken in her and it engulfed her like an addiction. She needed to have this night of naughty delights. And if it went further? If, like Carla said that he invited her to join them. Then she knew without a doubt that she would go. She was awful. And yet, the openly dripping wetness between her legs was all she needed to understand that she didn't care.

"Thank you, Carla. For everything." Stopping for a moment, Sam pulled the seductive maid against her and relished the sensation of their breasts squashing between their bodies before kissing her deeply. "I didn't fully realise how much I needed this until you helped me see. So thank you."

"You're welcome Sammy. Now lets get you properly fucked shall we?" Carla responded simply with a sly wink that coaxed a shy laugh from Sam as their high heels clicked out of the dining room and through the house until they came to the den. Without pausing for a moment, Carla swept through the door with her arm wrapped around Sam's slender waist. Pressing into the small of Sam's back, Carla urged her into the middle of the room before turning around and closing the door behind them.

Stepping up to the side of her gorgeous friend, Carla gave her master a curtsy. Lifting her maids outfit so high that she blatantly exposed her freshly waxed and obviously wet pussy, she smiled happily at her master. "I brought Sam as you requested master." For a moment Carla thought about leaving it there, but with a quick look at the woman beside her, she changed her mind. "You picked a perfect dress master. She looks exceptionally beautiful... and thank you for being so generous and giving me the opportunity to play with her, we had a lot of fun."

Sam stood in complete silence. Carla suddenly seemed so different and she could completely understand why. It was as if the man she had known as Carla's husband were two different people. There was the man she had known since they moved to the neighbourhood 4 years ago. A good natured, generous man who was always willing to help his neighbours out if they needed anything. He had a good job and was a great person to have around at the regular dinner parties. Affable and good humoured, David was an exceptionally handsome man, with chiselled features and piercing blue eyes that had the ability to ensnare those they looked at. He possessed that rare gift that made everyone he met feel completely comfortable in his presence. Yet now, there was a new side to the man Carla called both husband and master. A side that made Sam's legs tremble with nervous excitement. There was a look in his eye as he slowly and very deliberately looked her up and down as if he saw everything in that gaze. It unnerved her slightly, yet at the same time it excited her beyond belief. Could this man really do the things to her that Carla had so exquisitely described? Could he really make her orgasm until her body was a crumpled heap of spent arousal on the floor? Could he really make her beg him to take her in any way he desired? And the more she nervously flickered her blue eyes over the impressive man that stood surveying her, the more she was completely sure he could. Leaving Sam wondering whether by the end of the evening, would she would be able to walk away or if she would need to offer herself completely to him without a second thought.

"Thank you wife slut and you're very welcome. You have been a very good girl to bring Samantha to us and I know how much you like her." Despite talking to his wife, David's eyes never once left the beautiful blonde. His deep rich voice cut through the quiet room and made Carla smile broadly as she heard him praise her in such a way. "What about you Samantha? Do you like the dress?" He asked the small blonde who seemed incapable of tearing her eyes away from the man who stood before her with such a commanding presence, she didn't quite understand how she had never seen it before.

"Yes... sir." Remembering that she didn't yet have the right to call him master at the last possible moment, Sam had quickly remembered Carla's instructions on how she should address him. "You will hear me, and maybe others, call him master. But until the moment you both agree; that you want to belong to him and he wants to claim you, you should call him sir." It had seemed so demeaning while Carla had explained it to her. However, now that she stood before him, in the dress that made her feel slutty and beautiful all at the same time, with his eyes boring into her as if they could see her very soul. She couldn't wait to call him master. To know that she belonged to him. And reap all the delicious rewards that she knew came with it. So, in a daring move that brought a deep blush to her beautiful cheeks, Sam grabbed the incredibly short hem of her dress, and curtsied enticingly slowly, just as Carla had. Revealing her freshly waxed and dripping wet pussy as she desperately tried to show him that she was ready for everything he might demand of her. "I hope that you like it too sir. And thank you for letting your wife...s...slut play with me. She really helped settle my nerves." Casting a nervous glance at her friend as she referred to her in the demeaning way her husband had. Carla merely responded with a large smile and an affectionate touch against Sam's arm in recognition that she was happy with it.

David was pleasantly surprised by the forwardness of Sam's greeting. Evidently, the woman he was concerned might be a little bit too shy for them to progress very far that evening, perhaps wasn't as timid as he had first thought. "I think the dress is perfectly adequate." He replied with apparent indifference. For a moment, he let his somewhat lacklustre praise settle on the small blonde for a moment, he watched her physically deflate in disappointment before he finished his thought. "You wearing the dress on the other hand, makes it absolutely ravishing." Stepping forward on long powerful legs, David closed the distance between them in two easy strides and immediately took both her hands into his. She seemed even more diminutive than he remembered as he peered down into her upturned face, staring into wide beautiful eyes that seemed to silently plead for him to take her. "Now lets have some fun."