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Guilty

The Talk

In order for this to work out, you need to agree to my conditions.

OK.

And I’ve already discussed this with your wife. She’s accepts all this as necessary.

OK, John, let’s hear it.

First off, you will only refer to me as “Sir.” Not by my name. You don’t get to use my name. Answers to my questions will be followed with “Sir” as will anything you say to me before I’ve spoken to you first. You will do this at all times in all situations regardless. Do you understand?

Yes.

What?

Uh, yes, Sir.

Better. This is important. We are not the same, you and I. We are not equal.

No, Sir. I understand.

Good. Next, your wife will keep the key to your chastity device as usual but you won’t be coming out as long as I’m in a relationship with her. I don’t want to be thinking about you jerking your little prick while she and I are together. I don’t care for how long that ends up being, but you’re staying locked up. She understands this is a deal breaker for me. Do you agree?

Yes, Sir.

What’s the longest time you’ve been locked up before now?

Uh…three weeks? I think. Sir.

This will be longer. Much longer. Naturally, you will have no sexual contact with your wife whatsoever absent my permission. You certainly will not be fucking her at all. I’ll never give you permission for that. You must acknowledge that this arrangement is a result of your being unable to truly satisfy her in the first place. Say it.

I…cannot adequately satisfy my wife sexually. Sir. She needs you for that.

And why can’t you?

I have a small penis and come too quickly, Sir.

That’s right. Of course, you will remain her husband. Signs of affection are allowed. Kissing and holding hands and the like. She still loves you and you her. I get that. But you’re giving up any right to have sexual relations with her. You are her husband, but I’m her lover. Understand?

Yes, Sir.

Your only opportunity to be sexual with her will be to occasionally clean my seed from her after we fuck. I may also require you to clean my cock. Having it in your mouth is the most efficient way for you to appreciate how superior it is to yours. To be honest, I think she’d rather not have you do these things — to be involved in our sex — but I’ve explained to her how important it is for your kind of male to smell our combined sex. To taste our mingled juices. To swallow it all down. For it to permeate your senses. It feeds a need in who you are. Isn’t that right? Your little prick is incredibly tight in its tube hearing me say these things, isn’t it?

Yes, Sir, it is.

Of course. After I allow you to eat what I leave in your wife and to feel for yourself how open her pussy is after I fuck her with my cock that won’t fit in your mouth, you will not clean your face until I tell you you can.

I understand, Sir.

That permission may not come for hours. Even days, especially at first. This is to help condition you for your new role.

Yes, Sir.

I goes without saying that you’ll have to be elsewhere when I sleep over. If I need to leave without staying the night, you can go back to your bed, but I have priority. I don’t care if you’re standing outside the door listening — in fact, I expect you will be — but you will not bother us unless I call you to eat what I leave in your wife’s pussy.

I won’t bother you, Sir.

As I said, I’ve already discussed this with your wife and she readily agreed to you having to abide by these conditions. How does that make you feel?

Sir?

How does it make you feel to know she’s enthusiastically agreeing to ending your sexual relationship? To taking me as her lover over you? Perhaps permanently?

Sir, it feels…complicated. Painful. Simultaneously hurt but also excited. Her pleasure has always been my first priority. I’ve felt bad for so long knowing she wasn’t getting everything she wanted. I’m so please we’ve found you and that you can provide her that. But I love my wife and will miss having sex with her. I will miss that closeness. That connectedness. Sir.

I understand. It’s important for you to accept that that part of your life is over. In truth, it shouldn’t ever have started. If you don’t, it will lead to resentment and anger and the end of this arrangement. Perhaps the end of your marriage. You will still be intimate with her, but only when I’m having you eat her pussy after I’ve finished fucking her. That is your version of sex now. That is how you will connect with her and her satisfaction. You’ll literally taste it by consuming the remains of my sex. You need to understand this isn’t punishment for your shortcomings. It’s a natural result of them. This is your place. The one you were naturally born to. Popular culture tells you you’re equal and have a right to be with her, but that’s not true. Not all men were create equally. In this way, you’re clearly inferior to me. Do you understand?

Yes, Sir, I do. I understand.

Finally, you need to know and acknowledge that this is not a game. I will not modify these requirements to suit you. To ease your pain or frustration. Those things won’t bother me. This will be done entirely by my rules or not at all and I will tolerate no insubordination from you. No attempt to circumvent my will. Say you acknowledge and agree with everything I’ve said so far.

I accept all your terms and requirements and will abide by them without question, Sir.

Good. Do you have anything else to say to me before I go fuck your wife?

Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much. For everything.

Excellent. You’re learning.

You’re picking up the check right…right?

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Ever since you were a young, you dreampt of the perfect wedding and an exciting honeymoon after with the man of your dreams.

During college, you found that man. He was strong, kind, and popular. A true alpha man, who would go out of his way to help others.

Also during college, you met your best friend. She had been your roomie freshmen year, and she helped your feel at peace on campus. Outgoing, kind, dominate, she brought you to all the parties, helped you meet new people.

She's the one who introduced you to your future husband. She's also the one who was now laying with him in your wedding bed.

It's hard to explain to others, but your best friend exuded this natural dominance that drew you to her. Her words felt like law, and so throughout your time in college, she would begin to taste what she could get you to do.

On morning where she had a hangover, you'd go to her classes and take notes for her.

On nights where she wanted to party, you'd stay in and do her homework.

When she came home, she'd pat you on the head and say "Good girl. You're the best."

Her praise felt like a drug. Some nights, you'd both go out to party, but you'd always end up as the designated driver.

One night, as you were getting ready for a date with your boyfriend, she asked the question that would seal your fate.

"Babe, would you care if I slept with your boyfriend?"

"What?" You were shocked and a little offended, but, deep down, you were also very intrigued. "Yes, I'd care." The seed had been planted though.

One night, while near the end of junior year, she walked in on you while you were giving him a bj. She smiled and called you lovebirds. You loved him yes, with your whole heart.

"Hey, Jake." You stuttered as you pulled away. "If Jasmine is okay with it, would you want both of us to..."

"Sure" He said smiling. "But are you really okay with that?" He said, running his fingers through your hair.

You nodded. Jasmine slowly walked over. At first, the both of you began by taking turns. However, it slowly became the Jasmine show. Jake just seemed so much more excited as she went to work on him, so you slowly began to just watch.

Jasmine became a mainstay in your relationship. It never went to far, she always respected your limits. However, after you all graduated, she became busy. Between work and her own relationship, she rarely had time to drop by.

One day, as the two of you were catching up for coffee, Jasmine was talking about how difficult keeping up with everything was. She missed hanging as often as they used to, but working full time in NYC and keeping her apartment clean left her with so little freetime.

"I... I can clean for you."

"What?"

"I mean... When we lived together in college, I always kept the place clean."

"But, you have a job, and a fiance. How would you have the time?"

"We could... You know, merge it all together." Watching her and your boyfriend be together in college was the most excited you had ever been. The feeling of watching another women... No, watching your best-friend please your boyfriend while you watched was the greatest feeling in the world. You hadn't felt that level of excitement since. "You know, back in college, when you asked me if you could sleep with my boyfriend, I thought the idea was crazy... But now... I think you should."

"What???"

"We could all have dinner, catch up like the old days, and than after, I can clean for you while you two get to have fun."

"Babe," she said smiling. "You understand what you asking me to do, right?"

"Yes." You gulped. "Yes I am."

"Fine, but if we're going to do this I have some conditions. This isn't going to be like in college."

"Conditions?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"1st: You are not allowed to touch your fiance without my permission.

2nd: From this point on, you refer to me as Miss Jasmine or ma'am."

"Why?"

"Because, babe, while your my best friend, we need it to be clear whose in charge. Also, don't interrupt me while I'm speaking."

"Sorry."

She stared out you.

"Sorry, Miss Jasmine."

"Good girl." She smiled, and you felt warm on the inside. "3rd, while your cleaning, I want you to wear a maid uniform."

Your lips parted for a moment as you were prepared to contest that condition. You had been raised in the lap of luxury and were close to securing a well paying job. A maid uniform would be beneath you, but as Miss Jasmine raised her eye brow any and all defiance died on your tongue.

"Anything else, Miss Jasmine."

"No, I don't think so."

"So, when can we start?"

"When's your wedding?"

"In a month."

"Than, we start in a month." She said taking a sip of her tea. "I think it'll be so much more fun to take your man when he's your husband."

No words left you lips. You simply shock with excitement.

I pick both! I will answer all and perform any dare!