The Bag Lady and the Domme Ch. 04

I stood back and watched as Anya knelt on the floor, her naked arse high in the air and legs more apart than perhaps was necessary (was she deliberately enticing me?); showing me a hairy mass with lips struggling to be seen inside the forest and an anal rose crowned with thick pubic hair. 'Yes,' I thought, 'that pussy hair has to go.' I could have spanked her, the view was just so enticing but I needed to see what was in that cupboard.

The latch sprang as Anya wielded her wrench and automatically light streamed in from the store.

Anya stood back, slightly, but not enough as I pushed past her hot naked breasts, almost knocking her over in my urgency to see what my husband's secrets were. I was aware of nothing other than my task; to find out about this new side to my husband.

Manically I was pulling things out of the cupboard and placing them less than gently on the bed. Clarissa took my hand, slowing me down as she kissed my neck and whispered, "Mistress, please, there must be an explanation..."

"Too fucking right there is! He would do none of this with me and yet look at the book cover. It's a man fucking another man, and there, two women fucking with one man, and here, a woman being spanked hard by that huge cocked man! Didn't he think I would have enjoyed doing..."

I stopped. Of course, he was a shy man and I was so strong with my opinions. He probably thought he couldn't ask me or tell me his fantasies. Maybe I was right too about anal, that he had 'protested too much'. But was it because I gave an impression of being less and less interested in sex and more in business? I was now less sure that he was a sneaking rat who kept dark secrets from me. Then it dawned on me. I took Clarissa by the hand, looking straight into her eyes.

"Clarissa, you told me you watched me for weeks before making contact. Did you follow me or Johnnie?"

"No Mistress, I didn't follow you, much."

I sensed her hand tense. Had I asked the wrong question? Or was she being evasive?

"Clarissa, when you say 'didn't follow you' is the 'you' plural or a reference to me?" I asked, being gentle but firm and keeping my eyes gazing at hers. She lowered her lids and I saw the blush of her skin. How pretty she looked, naked and blushing over her entire body. "Clarissa, I want you to be completely honest with me."

"It's a reference to you only Mistress, Master Jonathan was followed by me on twelve occasions on the instructions of The Group." She said, glancing at Anya as she realised she had said more than she should. She continued, softly. "He, er, he would go down the road to Mr and Mrs Columbine's and be there for the whole day. It was always when the Au Pair had her day off and the children were at their grandparents. He would tell you that he was flying to Edinburgh for the day. Still does use that excuse I would guess."

"Anya?" I looked steely eyed at her, to see if she knew anything from her friend Ludmilla, their au pair. She lowered her head.

"Ludmilla saw them once..."

"Saw them?" I snapped, interrupting her.

"Yes Mistress, she came home early from her day off and had crept quietly into the house. She saw them in the lounge. There was a man, naked but for a leather mask and a mouth brace keeping his jaws open. He had a whip in his hand. His cock was hard and thick she said. Ludmilla stayed hidden in the shadows of the conservatory that links her quarters with the house. Mrs Columbine was being fucked in the arse by another man whom she could not at first recognise but was about the build of Mr Columbine. He was strong, quite hairy and had a mask on, plus another mouth brace. Then as they built up rhythm bent over the edge of their black leather sofa, so the second man came up behind the one arse-fucking Ludmilla's Mistress and slowly began to enter him, until the two were thrusting in unison into Mrs Columbine. She was screaming with pleasure and there were grunts and groans coming from the men. So aroused had she become with what she was watching that Ludmilla had inadvertently stepped closer into the light. Before she knew it her eyes had locked with her Mistress's..."

She was panting slightly and had tailed off; unsure if ok to go on yet aroused too by what she was telling me. Anya's hand had drifted to her cunt. I could tell there was more to know about this, but where was the proof Johnnie was one of the men?

"Continue, slut!"

"..Yes Mistress, well Mrs Columbine did not stop the fucking but called her over. The man on the back beckoned too. Ludmilla hesitated but told me the scene was so hot – and she is such a sexy bitch – that she felt 'obliged' to join them. I laughed at this, because she tried to tell me she was afraid she would lose her job. No chance! She had them by, er, how you say, the er short and er curlies? No? Anyhow, she stripped off her clothes and the man at the back offered his cock to her that had just been in the middle man's arse hole. The little slut dropped to her knees and took him straight into her mouth," Anya said, with a hint of lust in her voice. "He fucked her mouth while Mrs Columbine and her man continued their arse fuck. Ludmilla said he was a big man and it really stretched her mouth..."

I listened silently, now sitting on the bed with Ludmilla in front of me and Clarissa rubbing my neck and shoulders with the most sensual massage. Somehow, even if this was my husband – and so far only the thick cock fitted with any description of him – her ministrations were making my anger melt away. In fact, to the contrary, I was getting turned on.

"...Ludmilla glanced up as her mouth was fucked but had no clue as to who it was because all she could see was a leather clad face and an wide open mouth that looked more like one of those awful blow up dolls. However, there was cum and spittle dribbling from his chin which she found incredibly sexy she told me. Most of all, she noticed his eyes were a beautiful blue..."

Another clue! Johnnie has piercing blue eyes. I was getting more excited; even more so now that Clarissa's hands had strayed to my breasts and were lightly massaging my nipples to an incredible state of hardness and her mouth was kissing lightly at my neck. But also, had my Johnnie been arse fucking another man? The fantasy he had been unwilling to share with me?

"As Mrs Columbine came over the sofa edge and the man in her arse came too, Ludmilla's masked mouth-fucker spurted deep into her throat. Much to my friend's chagrin, it was very little, which suggested that this fuck was near the end of a lengthy period of cumming. However, she had no sooner sucked him than Mrs Columbine called her to kiss her. The other man slowly extracted himself from her arse and Ludmilla could see the wide open rose, which she admitted she was desperate to lick out..."

"You mean rim?" I interjected, using my newly found language.

"...Yes, to rim him. She had surprised herself how anally obsessed she had quickly become, but her employer wanted her to kiss her and she guessed she knew why. She sat up and hugged Ludmilla, her heavy breasts meeting the pert young titties of my friend which are nice size but not like Mrs Columbine's. They kissed hard, she told me, with her Mistress delving into her mouth with her long pointy tongue, clearly enjoying the taste of sperm, arse and cock that coated Ludmilla's mouth and lips.

It was not long before the two men had recovered and were surrounding them, but the woman made them kneel. Then, Mrs Columbine ordered them both to remove their mouth braces and lick the two women's bodies as they embraced and Mrs C put her hands on Ludmilla's pussy that was by now sopping wet. Her smell hung in the air, mixing with the incredibly strong scents of sex that had clearly built up from a mammoth session. Soon Ludmilla had a strong tongue lapping at her little red rose and strong manly hands were stroking and loving her incredibly aroused breasts. The orgasm that she had she says was so strong and it was – incredibly - her first taste of lesbian loving. It turned her to bisexuality and she has had sex many times since with women, and every day with Mrs C since that night and with her husband. The other man came only on her days off and she saw his face only twice. It was your Johnnie...it was Mr Smithers...he was the one with the thick cock that filled Ludmilla's mouth and who licked her anus that night. He fucked her always when wearing the mask. He was buggered by Mr C. every time and would always complete that ritual with a whipping of his host, as if to punish him for making him do something taboo. However, he would then be fucked in the mouth by him and return the favour by doing it back, always while Mrs C masturbated using her fingers or an oversized dildo or vibrator..."

I was panting, aroused incredibly by the story and the realisation my husband did love sex, but even more so by Clarissa whose hand was now between my thighs which were open and displayed to Anya. My clitoris was on fire, hungry for her touch, but I was also enjoying being an exhibitionist; making Anya stare at my excited pussy lips. I had heard enough. I gestured for her to come eat my pussy. She was there like a shot, her long tongue lapping at my lips, duelling with Clarissa's fingers that were exciting my clitoris and delving into my hole. I caressed my breasts revelling in their sensitivity and teasing the long nipples that were so hard and gorgeous. I fantasised about having Johnnie rub his cock between them, spurting his cum all over them; doing things he had never done with me. And as I succumbed to my lustful imaginings so my orgasm built and built to a massive crescendo.

When I came, I screamed into the air. It was so loud. I had gone from anger to intense pleasure and I realised in the erotic fog that was my brain at that time I would confront Johnnie but in a way that brought him on side, not alienated him. I wanted that cock to be mine again in a deep, loving and sexual way. Most of all I wanted those perverted games to be played with me as an actor. Not least I wanted to have Mrs Columbine too. I'd known her for a long time, admiring her Amazonian body, with its massive breasts, firm arse and long, long legs. If Clarissa had not come into my life, I doubt I would have thought it was more than the typical curiosity of one woman about another's body, which is why there are more nude bodies of women in women's magazines than there are in men's. Now I realised that fascination was more than just inquisitiveness. Maybe she had been sending me signals that I had been unaware of, or vice versa? Then, as another orgasmic wave flowed over me, I passed out.

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When I came to, all the toys and articles had been put on a trolley by Anya and Clarissa. They had tucked me up in bed and were kneeling patiently at its base. I had no idea of the time or how long they had been there, but I loved them for their devotion and my incredible sense of power. I sat up, shuffling to the side of the bed to look at the items in a less emotional way than I had done before.

I started with the books....