I Had the Best Intentions Ch. 02

"Yes, Master." She turned to me and smiled for the first time. "You think I have a sweet ass?"

"I always have, slut. And I'll be proving that much more often."

"Yes, Master," she said almost eagerly. She moved behind him, while I positioned myself in front of Nicole. I lowered my shorts and waved my cock in front of her mouth. She accepted me, and started sucking.

I heard the first impact and was disappointed. "Harder, slut. He hit you harder than that."

She hit him again, and I could hear the difference. "Better. You will continue until the rapist has counted off twenty." I stroked Nicole's hair, pulling it back so I could see what she was doing. She really was quite amazing.

"One," Mark said.

"Two."

He took it stoically. I considered making him call her Mistress, but I didn't want that. She was nobody's mistress, only my slut.

I was hard, and fucking Nicole's mouth firmly at the count of 20. "Very good, come here slut."

Coming around the table she stumbled, for the first time seeing what was happening. "John?"

"Master. Watch and learn, slut. You will have to do much better in the future if you expect to be the one to deliver my blowjobs."

She was quiet for a few seconds, and I saw her eyes glittering with unshed tears. "Yes, Master," she finally whispered.

I only let it go on for another minute or so, my point proven. "Very good, slut Heather. I may have you work with slut Nicole on that."

"Yes, Master," she said.

I retrieved the Cat from the cabinet, and handed it to my wife. "How many?"

"Twenty, Master," she answered quickly. She looked angry, and I think she was going to enjoy a little bit of retribution.

I moved behind Heather, and spread her ass cheeks. It took a little effort, and my wife watched silently, while I forced my way into our evil neighbor. Heather cried out when I pushed deeply as soon as I'd breached her opening.

"You may begin now, slut wife."

The blow was harder than I expected, making Heather's body jerk. I plunged my cock into her ass, making her squirm. She hadn't cried out.

The second one brought a hiss to her lips. "You're not counting, slut Heather."

"One, Master," she said only moments before the next blow landed. "TWO," she cried out.

"Much better. Continue."

By the time she hit 20, Heather was sobbing. I was feeling good, real good. Her ass was delightful.

I was surprised when Nicole bent over the table next to the slut I was fucking. She had dropped her robe, and was hip-to-hip with her ex-friend. "Please, Master. Fuck your slut, not that whore. Fuck me, Master."

It was hard to say no. Too hard. I pulled out and moved sideways. "Who owns you, slut?" I asked, rubbing my cock against her rosebud.

"You Master. Only you."

I pushed past the resistance, and entered her, hearing her sob. "Thank you, Master."

As worked up as I was, I didn't last another minute. I didn't make her come for me, and didn't care to. I grabbed her hips, forcing myself deep, and erupted inside her.

I pulled out, wiping my cock on her ass, and walked around the table. She stayed as I'd left her. I faced Heather once more, holding my semi-hard cock in front of her. "Suck, slut."

She sucked. There wasn't much chance of it doing anything for me, but again, I was out to prove a point to my cheating slut wife. After a few moments, she responded.

"Allow me, Master?" she pleaded. "Let me suck your cock."

That's what I'd been hoping to hear. I moved over and she took me in her mouth. I brushed her hair back, caressing her. "Who's my number one slut?" I teased.

She pulled off for only a moment. "Me, Master?"

"Of course, sweet slut. And don't you forget it." I offered up my cock again and she sucked.

"Slut Heather," I said, while my wife sucked me.

"Yes Master?"

"I'm going to offer you a choice."

"Yes Master."

"We can end the punishment now. You'll come by tonight, and bring the flogger, some handcuffs, and that Magic Wand of yours. Some other, gentler toys you might think appropriate for a novice. You will come alone. If I see the bastard I will end him."

"Yes Master. And the other choice?"

"We don't end the punishment until I'm satisfied that he will never touch another man's wife again. I suspect it will be very difficult for me to be satisfied, but I think he may survive it."

"I choose the first, Master," she said quickly.

I started to unbuckle her wrists, surprised that my wife had made as much progress as she had on my cock. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't limp either. By the time I had Heather's second hand free, she was rubbing her ass.

"You were very harsh, Master. Overly so."

"I don't think so. I think I was extremely lenient. You have no idea how badly I wanted to flay the skin from his body. Cut off his cock, so he could never rape another woman. No, I was quite gentle."

I pulled out of my wife's mouth, stepping backward. "Release her ankles, slut wife."

Nicole did as I requested, while I pulled my shorts back on. "Seven p.m. sharp. Don't be late, bring what I told you, and come alone. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Master," Heather said, stretching. She looked over at her husband.

"You may release him after we've left. It's very important that you make sure he understands. I'm extremely unhappy with his behavior. Any idea for revenge will end very badly for him. For both of you."

"I understand, Master. It ends now?" she asked.

"The punishment does. Yes." I turned to my wife who was standing still awaiting further directions. "Put on your robe."

"Yes, Master." She picked it up and put it on. "May I speak to him?"

I was tempted to say no, with no idea what she intended. "Go ahead."

She walked over, and I was once more surprised when she spit in his face. "You betrayed me, you bastard. You seduced me, used me, lied to me, and hurt me. Yes, you got me off, but I hated every moment of it. If you ever touch me again, I'll tell my Master, and I hope to God next time he lets me watch as he peels the skin from your body."

Damn, I was proud of her. "Come Nicole. Let's go home."

She kicked him. A stupid little weak kick to the shins, but I loved her for that. She skipped over to me, and took my hand in hers. "Take me home, Master."

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At 6:50, I was watching from the window, my wife dutifully sitting at my feet. The bedside clock read 6:54 when Heather stepped out the door, wearing a trench coat, with a suitcase in her hands. She and Mark were arguing in the doorway.

She turned to walk toward our house, and Mark followed on her heels, still talking. I grinned as I turned on the laser pointer, and directed it at my bastard neighbor's chest. Mark grabbed his wife by the arm, and she spun around to talk to him. I laughed out loud as she looked down at the red dot on her husband's chest and leaped out of the way. Moments later Mark looked down as well, then looked up fearfully at our house, turned around and ran back into his own home.

"What's so funny, Master?"

"Nothing, dear. I was just making sure that Mark didn't come over. Heather will be here any moment. You better run down and greet her."

Nicole stood fluidly, running her hand down my bare chest for a moment, before turning and jogging out of the room. She squealed sweetly when I slapped her ass, sending her on her way.

"OFFER HER A DRINK AND WAIT IN THE LIVING ROOM!" I shouted after her.

I continued watching for a little longer, making sure John didn't change his mind and make an appearance. I was also interested to see what the women would get up to left on their own.

Once I was convinced we were going to be alone for a while, I took a quick shower, dressed in a robe and nothing else, and headed down the stairs.

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Nicole and I received a three hour education from Heather. There was little sex or pain involved, it was more in line with an open discussion about dominant and submissive roles in a relationship. There was a lot more to it than I would have expected. She kept insisting that we'd both be better off learning with more experienced practitioners even if it wasn't her and her husband.

I on the other hand made it quite clear that her husband was absolutely persona-non-grata, and we would have nothing to do with him in the future. His betrayal and abuse of my wife had ensured that. I reminded her that I had guns and wasn't afraid to use them. I also explained that nobody but I would ever dominate my wife again. She was mine, and I was going to make sure she stayed that way.

"Then why am I here?" Heather asked, sounding irritated.

"Because I told you to be. That was the final cost of your betrayal. When you leave, it's over. Nicole will never step foot in your home again, and your asshole husband will never cross our threshold."

My wife remained kneeling at my feet, wisely staying out of the discussion.

"What about me?" Heather asked.

"I hope that you and Nicole can stay in contact. She may need someone she can talk to. You, however will never take a dominant role with her, unless I am present. Is that understood?"

She agreed.

When she left that night, I had a shopping list and a better understanding of what my wife needed, and how I could provide that for her.

I was slow and patient, working with Nicole, establishing our roles in the bedroom. She was a natural submissive, but not a pain slut. She liked it a little rough, and understood the need for punishment when it was warranted. Ritual beatings and floggings were not part of it, thankfully.

Life is not simple. We have children. Three year old twins. That's limits what we can do openly. Fortunately, we both have parents nearby who are more than happy to take the little monsters off of our hands for 'date' nights. They think it's adorable that my wife and I need a lot of private time. I imagine they would feel a little different, if they knew she spent much of that time bound and used.

Honestly, I believe it was harder on me, becoming what she needed for her satisfaction. It hurt me to give her pain. For the sake of her happiness and sexual satisfaction, I was willing to make the effort.

Ours was not a full-time master/slave relationship or anything like that. Most of the time, she let me know when she was feeling the need for mastery, and I stepped up, usually after the kids were put down for the night. On occasion, I'd take the lead. I was surprised at how willing and eager she was when I did. A few times we made it longer, extending over an entire weekend, and even maintaining our roles out in public. Subtly, but still there. It was not easy for either of us, and we agreed that would be a very rare thing. Neither of us had an interest in advertising our activities to the outside world.

The best news was that our sex was everything I'd ever hoped for her. Even a 'loving' interlude could get her off. And that made almost all of it worthwhile. We weren't your everyday master/slave, dom/sub, or whatever you wanted to call it. We didn't take it out of the house, and we did it for each other. Still, we had signal we could use, even in the presence of our children, parents and friends. She knew when I was displeased with her, and it was clear when she needed to be taken in hand. We had our own rules and ideas, and it seemed to be working for us.

It was almost two months later, when I came home to my wife and our neighbor Heather sharing a bottle of wine in my living room. Nicole was wearing her collar and cuffs, so I knew what she was looking for. Otherwise, she was dressed normally as was Heather. We didn't have a date night planned, but seeing her in her collar, I knew the kids were away.

I knew they spoke frequently, but Heather had never been over since that fateful night. They had ceased talking, and I could feel the nervous tension in the room.

Nicole was wearing my collar.

I walked over in front of her and unzipped. My wife dropped to her knees, reached into my pants, and started sucking. She had gotten much better at that.

I turned and addressed our guest. "How are you doing, Heather?"

"Better. Things were . . . difficult at home for a while. My husband's been having a rough time. You hurt him pretty badly. Broke his spirit. He's been rougher than I prefer. I finally found him a plaything that helped."

I stopped Nicole. "I'd like a beer," I told her.

"Yes, Sir," she replied quickly.

While she was gone, I got naked from the waist down, and sat beside Heather. I was soon enjoying a cold beer in a frosty mug, as well as my wife's loving oral attention.

"Your presence?" I asked Heather.

She blushed, which was surprising. She took another sip of her wine, then turned toward me. "Mark is out of town for three days. I was wondering if you needed any more . . . help with your pet." She glanced at where my wife was servicing me, then dropped her eyes and lowered her voice. "Master," she said softly.

Her response was a surprise to me. Honestly, I still had a lot of questions. Reading only went so far. For a moment I hesitated about involving anyone else, but came to the conclusion that this was not accidental, finding my wife ready for me, collared, tipsy, with Heather present. She wanted this, and as always, I was willing to do what I could to help her, as long as it stayed within my limits. Heather was a known entity, who I had been severely pissed at, and used roughly, but she had stayed in contact with Nicole, and helped her. Or at least that's what I understood.

I looked Heather up and down. Yeah, I could do this. "Undress."

Heather didn't hesitate, and was soon standing nearby, completely naked. "Put your heels back on," I said.

She was quick to comply.

"Slut Nicole's gotten better at this," I said, nodding toward where her mouth was enveloping my cock. "But I'd like her to be better. Teach her."

Heather was an excellent teacher, and between the two of them I was filling my wife's eager mouth before long.

When she sat back in her position, I tugged Heather over by the hair, and had her continue servicing me. "Slut Nicole, for the duration of Heather's visit, you will address her as Mistress, Mistress Heather, or ma'am. You will follow her instruction and be obedient, so long as her orders do not conflict with mine. You will wear my collar until she leaves. You understand?"

She nodded. "Yes, Master."

I could swear I heard he pussy dripping in excitement.

I pulled Heather off my cock, and my slut took her place.

"Heather, you will be available to me so long as you are here. You will deny me nothing. You will answer any questions I have quickly and honestly. You will assist me in training slut Nicole. You will not injure her, or abuse her severely, nor will you share her with anyone else. If I am not present, you will do nothing that we haven't done before. Is that acceptable?"

"I thought--" she started.

"It's a yes or no question. Are my terms acceptable?" I insisted.

She looked down at Nicole. I could see her desire. "Yes, Sir."

It was another learning experience, a good one. I learned that on occasion, my wife needed me to still be a little more . . . enthusiastic in her punishment. Not often, but frequent enough to serve as a reminder. She also needed me to take on a more proactive role in dominating her. Why she could confess these needs with Heather there, and not with me alone, I didn't understand. But I could adapt.

I was not happy that she had kept this from me. I punished her as thoroughly as I ever had, and spent an entire day using Heather, and having my slut wife serve and service us. As a reward, she received her first DP, with Heather wearing a strap-on and providing the anal service. Squirting was still an infrequent event with my wife, but not that night.

Heather left before her husband came home, and assured me that if I was willing, that would not be her last overnight visit. True to her word, whenever her husband went out of town, she would show up on her doorstep.

I had no complaints. She had a way of drawing out my wife's needs and desires, and helping me fulfill them. My own needs were never left wanting.

Do I feel guilty for encouraging adultery with another man's wife?

Hardly. If it was anyone else but that asshole, maybe. But he started it.

Am I happy? Ecstatic, for the most part. It's not what I'd have expected my life to be like, but I had a loving, attentive, and happy wife. My love life was more than I had ever hoped for. I had every fantasy fulfilled, with the assistance of my nasty neighbor, who was obviously infatuated with my submissive wife. I even had an ongoing payback against the bastard who'd betrayed me, and assaulted my wife.

Is everything peaches and cream? No, and I'm not sure it will ever be, unless some things change. Heather has warned me on more than one occasion, that her husband has phases where he's convinced he needs revenge against me. I stay prepared and observant. There are times when I want my wife to be more of a partner than a plaything, and miss that part of our relationship. Fortunately when it comes to the boys, she's assertive, and when I need her to step up, all I have to do is talk about them.

What will tomorrow bring? I have no idea. I'm taking it one day at a time, and enjoying the side effects of having a happy, loving and content wife, a willing sex partner, and two handsome, smart boys.

It had started with the best of intentions, and had gone sideways, but I think we're back on track now, and I'm not going to rock the boat. Not unless I have to. And I believe I've made it clear that I'm not afraid to do that.

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