Dream Come True

Dream Come True

by

Miss Irene Clearmont


“Cindy says that it is fun…”


“Since when did you discuss things like this with Cindy?”


“Since school… Best friends and all that!”


“So now she even gets to discuss what we do in the bedroom?”


Stephanie rolled over in the bed to face her husband and her hands burrowed between his thighs. There was a light in her eyes that Pete had never seen before. Urgency and excitement rolled into one, pouting lips and a slight blush to her cheeks. He could feel her hands enclose his erection and then the long nails that scratched at his balls.


“If I want darling! You said that you wanted me to take the lead more often and…”


“In bed, Steph, in bed!”


“One thing follows another, darling! You want me to make dreams come true?”


“I do!”


Pete groaned as the hands started to tease and stroke him, he lay back and relaxed his thighs. His wife’s response was to take him in hand and slowly tease him to his full size.


“Oh, that’s so good,” he moaned as she moved under the covers and pressed herself against him.


“Of course, it is,” said Stephanie in a whisper. “It’s what I want… I want you to just lie back and let me fuck you!”


Still gripping his cock, Stephanie moved under the covers and slowly slid over him, lifting a leg to straddle and then sitting back on his thighs while her hands rose and fell the length of his cock. Pete’s eyes were closed, but he could see her in his mind’s eye. The petite wife sitting upright while she controlled his prick, making his thighs lift with each movement she teased him to the point of capitulation.


“This is my fuck,” she continued, “so don’t you dare come until I give the word!”


Something hard and sharp ran a few inches along his leg and Pete started.


“Heels in bed, darling, just lie there while I play with your body…”


Pete was so tempted to open his eyes, but somehow he felt that the fantasy would fade if he did so. Instead he groaned as his wife held him tight he felt her lean over him and now he was pressed to her belly as her hands moved up his torso to his neck and then his face. His arms stretched up and clutched at the bed posts with a tight grip and he knew that he was falling deep into the fantasy. At last, after months of trying to persuade Stephanie to be more assertive, to rule the nights, his hopes were being fulfilled.


“Now then,” she whispered in a matter-of-fact tone. “There’s something that I need to do…”


He felt her reach over his head, her hands under the pillow and then the smooth silk of a blindfold being tied over his face. His lips brushed the silk scarf as she knotted it tight and then sat back to admire her work.


“Can’t have you seeing what comes next…”


The hands returned to his cock for a minute. Teasing and playing with it, closing on his balls and making him thrust up from the bed. Pete was in heaven; his wife rode his thrusting hips and moved up and down whilst her heels dug into his thighs like spurs. Once again, she dropped to the length of him and her hands quested over his naked body, this time the target was his wrists. Her hands reached once more under the pillow and he heard the clink of metal before her slim hands cuffed his wrists to the posts that he was clutching so tightly.


“That’s better, darling she breathed in his ear. All we need to do now is to get those ankles in restraints and then I can play to my heart’s content.”


Her words and the friction of her hard belly on his straining cock almost pushed him to the point of no return, but Pete lay quiescent on the bed as his wife made her arrangements. He felt her move on the bed, releasing his legs. The clink of metal, the sawing, grating sound of a chain being pulled over the metal bed posts and the clutch of cold metal on his ankles.


“Now then, nice and tight…”


He heard her heels on the hard marble floor and then the rattle of the chains. A tentative pull and then his right leg was pulled down to the post. A ratcheting sound and then it was the turn of the left. It too was pulled tight and Pete gasped as he felt himself being stretched to full extent before there was the small sound of a sigh and once more she was mounting the bed next to her fully spread husband. A hand slid along his cock and pulled him tight.


“Is this what you wanted darling?” came her voice from on high.


“Oh, it’s so good…”


“That’s nice, darling, because now there’s a special surprise for you…”


Pete’s body tried to writhe in the chains, but they were so tight that there was no movement possible. The hands plucked at him, slapped his erection lightly and then gripped his balls. Sharp manicured nails bit in the cleft of his ass and he cried out as they probed and explored him.


“It’s time to have a little discussion about sex…”


Her words penetrated his mind and his lips formed a questioning pout.


“That’s right, darling, you see there’s something that I have to tell you and it seems that now is the moment… A sort of a confession on my part…”


“What?”


Despite the distractions, Pete realised that the tone of her voice was serious and he suddenly wished that he was not so helpless.


“You see,” she began. “I have to tell you all about the affair that I’ve been having…”


“Affair, Jesus, Stephanie! Have you been cheating on me?”


“Of course I have,” said Stephanie’s voice. “Just a little affair, that’s all. Surely you don’t mind if you want me to be more assertive?”


“Get me out of this!”


“Why ever would I want to do that?” she asked coyly. “You would start shouting and getting all angry and I would regret that I told you the truth; that wouldn’t help at all, would it?”


The hand played with him and a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip before Stephanie throttled back and allowed the peak to subside.”


“Seems to me that you are enjoying this little tete-a-tete, darling. Now then, where were we?”


“Who?”


“Are you really asking me who has been fucking me and teaching me all these nice little tricks?” she asked with a small laugh. “Can’t you guess?”


Once again she brought him to just lower than his peak before he asked the question.


“That Geoff? Your boss, or is it the husband of that friend of yours, Cindy?”


“Close, darling, so close, but then you never were all that good at all this social stuff were you?”


Pete pulled at the chains that bound him to his marriage bed and then found himself submitting to another exploration of his vulnerable ass by her hands.


“Then who?” he panted desperately.


“If I tell you, then you’ll come as I say the name,” laughed Stephanie as she kept him at the very edge of his climax. “But, I promised you a surprise and it would be so wrong for me to go back on my word!”


Pete felt her shuffle, her heels scouring the skin from his thighs until her hips were poised above his, her knees gripping his hips.


“It’s coming,” she whispered, “that little surprise that I promised…”


Pete tried to thrust up into her. Somehow, her cheating on him was all part of a game that she was playing. Was this all just part of the game? Was this just her being ‘assertive’ as he wanted? He could sense that her pussy was just hovering over the tip of his straining cock and his head was a mass of conflicts. So close, but Steph was in complete control.


He heard her laugh loud. A raw cry that was at odds with the half whispered chuckles and words with which she had taunted him. Her heels bit into his thighs and then he heard a new sound. The sound of the door opening. The click of the bolt in the door, the rasp of the door on its hinges and then the sound of footsteps on the hard flooring.


“Jesus, Steph, stop this, please stop it…”


“You started it, darling,” said his wife’s voice in triumph. “It is left to me to finish it!”


As she spoke, he felt her take him in. A slow warmth, a familiar tightness as her cunt swallowed him until there was a warm wetness on his groin.


“Now, I get to fuck you…”


The footsteps clicked on the floor and Pete struggled in his chains. He felt hands on his face, his cock embedded in Stephanie. He knew that he was so close to climax and the two imperatives swallowed him whole. On the one hand the fuck that was approaching the point of no return, on the other the fear of the hands that undid the silken blindfold.


He dared not open his eyes as the silk was pulled away.


Lips closed on his and nails bit into his nipples.


Pete climaxed with a rush of fear and bliss as warm breath touched his face. He opened his eyes and started.


Cindy’s face smiled over him as his wife fell into her own orgasm and cried out with a passion that her husband had never heard before. The pink lips pouted and kissed again and then withdrew and Pete  gasped for breath with the power of coming. Far above, Stephanie’s face was in the throes of her climax while Cindy stood by the bed. Dressed in pink, lips and lashes pink, she stood with a long cane in her hand, eyeing the man who was her competitor.


“What the…” stuttered Pete.


“Cindy is my lover,” gasped Stephanie. “For months now… all you need to know is that she is so very strict!”


Pete stared at the smiling Cindy and then at the long cane in her hand. A sudden chill clutched at his heart as he realised that this was no dream, no game that Steph was playing. His wife pulled free from his cock and moved to stand by her lover.


“Everything that you ever wanted, darling,” she said as his come slithered down her naked thighs. “Not one, but two women to control your life from now on…”


Pete’s mouth opened as though he was about to speak and then he watched his wife put an arm around Cindy’s narrow waist. The movement was natural, a welcoming, loving embrace that spoke more than any words could ever do.


“First a little play and then comes the serious stuff,” said Cindy as she loosed the cane and swatted at Pete’s thighs. “He will be perfect for us and we have all the time in the world to train him to be a perfect little maid to serve us…”


“I love you,” said Pete’s wife, but the words were directed at her lover and not the stricken husband on the bed.


“There’s one thing though,” said Cindy as she tapped the end of the cane on the flaccid wet cock that draped over Pete’s belly.


“What’s that?” asked Stephanie.


“Chastity for this…”


The end of the cane lifted the cock and poked the balls lightly.


“…we can’t have him thinking that we are here to serve him!”


Stephanie looked down at Pete’s face and smiled.


“You see, darling. It’s a dream come true!”


An End


*****


The second part of this tale is ‘Made Maid’… find it on this site exclusively; the second part!


©Miss Irene Clearmont-  Dec 2016

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