The Fuckerware Party - Chapter 07 By Tappy McWidestance
I stayed in Faith's bathroom for several minutes gathering my thoughts and trying to build up my courage. It was now or never. She had promised to show me how the group had dealt with my husband and I'm sure she had plans to test my submission to her and the other mistresses as well. My heart was racing. I splashed more cold water on my face. I couldn't delay any longer. She already had shown herself to enjoy paddling the bottom of a submissive and I didn't want to give her any excuses to give me a beating. I walked back to the bedroom fully expecting to meet Jim with her.
But I didn't. In fact, the room was empty, although the TV was now on. There was a picture of an empty bedroom. The quality was quite high. This obviously was not a webcam feed. Faith walked back into the bedroom. Apparently she had gone to her bedroom to change. Her clothes had been changed to a strappy leather ensemble which wrapped around her body but did nothing to shield her from my gaze and admiration. As I had always expected she obviously lifted a lot of weights. She had tight muscles everywhere. She would have no trouble subduing an insolent slave, or most men for that matter. I began to tremble at the thought of submitting to this powerful woman. I could see her pussy was still glistening from my oral favors I'd done about 15 minutes ago and her nipples were pointing straight at me as if to say "suck me."
Faith didn't say a word. She walked over to the armoire and opened the door. Inside I could see a collection of bondage gear and toys. Faith turned back around holding a black dildo with a strange mounting harness on the back. The dildo was about 8 inches long, I estimated and an inch and a half thick. I watched as Faith mated the harness to her leather outfit. It seemed to snap in easily. They were obviously designed for each other. I couldn't help but drool a little as Faith's cock bounced obscenely in front of her as she walked.
"Here's what's going to happen little slave. Hubby was very easy to seduce. Apparently he wasn't too happy in the bedroom. A pretty smile and a promise of better sex was all it took."
I felt like she had just kicked me in the gut. Jim never voiced any complaints. Sure we didn't do it too often because of our work schedules, but I thought I had always been there for him.
"Did you ever let him fuck you in the ass?" Mistress Faith asked.
"No, I've only started doing that with the club," I responded sheepishly.
"He likes that. He also likes a very vocal woman. Do you moan and scream for him?"
I had to be really turned on to be overly vocal. Again it was a trait brought out by the group but not so much by my husband. "No, mam."
"Well tonight you are going to learn what he likes so you can satisfy him better. I'm going to play the part of Jim. You... Well you are going to play the part of you. On the TV we are looking at Judy's bedroom. Usually she gives my husband and me a show before bedtime but tonight she's going to be your teacher. You are going to watch her and Jim fuck. Don't worry, they are not going to make love. That's for the two of you. This is just sex. Hot nasty sex to fulfill his manly needs. Whatever Jim does to her, I'm going to do to you and whatever she does to him, you're going to do to me. Got it?"
I nodded. "Yes mistress."
We sat down on the edge of the bed watching the TV. We were perverse voyeurs waiting for the show to begin. Soon I saw Jim walk in with Judy. She was wearing a long, thin, transparent robe that looked like silk. Jim was still dressed. Mistress Faith tapped my on the shoulder and stood up. I understood I should stand up too.
Judy managed to position Jim right in the center of the camera view before he took her in his arms and began kissing her passionately. Faith held me in the same position and began kissing me. She would stop every few seconds and have me look at the TV. When Jim began running his arms up and down Judy's body, Faith did the same to me. When he began squeezing her boobs, she did the same to me. When Jim grabbed the back of Judy's neck and began kissing it and thendropped his other hand into her panties, Faith did the same to me. Well, not into my panties since I was naked, but she did begin to rub my slit which I'm sure is what Jim was doing.
I could hear Judy moaning through the speakers. It was like we were in the room. I was losing myself in the eroticism of the situation. My knees were beginning to buckle when I heard Mistress Faith question why I wasn't moaning like Judy. I snapped back into the moment.
"I'm sorry mistress. I'm not feeling it yet."
"If you want to keep your husband happy, you had better learn to fake some sounds for him. It's one of his biggest turn-ons."
I looked back at the screen. Jim was now clearly finger fucking Judy. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and her right leg wrapped around his body. She obviously chose that leg for our benefit as that twisted her body to frame his actions perfectly for the camera. I watched as she threw her head back in ecstasy, her hair flowing backward like in a soft-core movie.
"See that move? I know she's enjoying herself, but that was for his benefit. Men are simple creatures in the bedroom. She'll be rewarded with a better performance by him if she gives him a little extra now."
Mistress Faith and I mimicked their position. It felt weird when I threw my head back like Judy had done and faking the sounds was awkward. But there was no faking what I was feeling in my pussy or the flash floor which was being to leak from me. The sounds of Mistress Faith's fingers banging my wet slit were real enough as I held on to her for dear life. She continued to fuck me until Judy dismounted from Jim. I was close to cumming and I prayed Judy would have Jim eat her so I could cum on Faith's tongue.
Instead Faith turned me toward the TV and wrapped her arms around me. She pulled me tightly against her. I could feel her cock poking between my legs. I wiggled my ass against her as much as her tight embrace would allow.
"I might fuck you now or I might not. Let's see what Judy does."
I watched the screen as Judy asked Jim what he wanted to do next. I'd never really even asked that of him. We just sort of did things spontaneously without talking about them. I wasn't surprised when he said he wanted a blowjob. I was a bit surprised when Judy refused. I assumed it was part of their game that I would have to kneel before Faith and suck the strap-on. I heard Judy said only bad girls suck cock. She said it in a little girl teasing kind of voice. I could tell she didn't mean it. She was probably looking forward to sucking his cock. Maybe this was how she got him to be more aggressive with her.
Jim's response shocked me as I clearly heard him say, "Only bad girls may suck cock, but good girls get spanked until they become bad girls."
Another first. Jim had never indicated he'd like to spank me. But clearly Judy was a different case. He sat down on the bed and held out his hand. He didn't force her. He didn't need to. She took his hand in hers and he gently pulled her to him. She then meekly lay across his lap arching her butt slightly to meet his hand. They were on the foot of the bed still in perfect camera frame. Was Judy the only one planning that or did Jim know he was performing for me.
I felt Mistress Faith disengage from her death hug of me. I was still watching the TV as Jim began to spank Judy. He wasn't hitting her very hard. Having been on the receiving end many times with my mistresses I knew Jim was giving her little more than love taps. But to hear Judy, you would think he was beating her to death.
I heard Mistress Faith clear her throat behind me. I turned to find her sitting on the bed and holding out her hand. I remembered how Judy had approached Jim and repeated her actions. Mistress' strap-on was standing tall as I lay over her lap. My weight pushed it over, but I could tell it was there. No doubt Jim would be hard at this point and Judy would be feeling the same thing. I expected a vigorous spanking, but Mistress Faith hit me with just slightly more force than it looked like Judy was receiving.
"I should be hitting you much harder slave. I know you get turned on when somebody spanks you. But tonight you're learning about Jim. He's doing this because Judy likes it, but he doesn't want to hurt her. Still I want you to sound like it hurts and turns you on at the same time."
Faking the sounds was easier since Mistress Faith had a good rhythm and since Judy's sounds were so clear through the remote feed. I was praying Jim would stop spanking Judy long enough to finger her to orgasm so Faith would have to do the same to me. I could tell Jim was indeed fingering her after every few swats and fortunately Faith reciprocated on me. But would it be enough?
If I had been in Judy's place, I know I would have cum already. But she did not, at least not that we could detect. As Mistress Faith's finger continued to dance over my clit, I had the troubling thought that either Judy was purposely holding back to allow Faith to keep me on the edge, or maybe she could climax without the camera detecting it. Based on her performance I was sure she would have a loud screaming orgasm at some point. After all, Jim apparently liked that. But what if she could control herself to have undetected mini-cums along the way so I would be left unsatisfied? Again I was lost in thought when a sharp slap hit my ass. I doubted Jim had hit Judy that hard.
I looked back at the TV and Judy was now on her knees and had taken Jim in her mouth. I immediately followed suit. I wasn't a fan of suck on a dildo unless one of my other holes her already plugged and I could pretend somebody else was filling my mouth. But in this situation it felt natural somehow. As long as Jim didn't come now, they should be fucking soon. Fortunately that is exactly what happened.
I soon found myself riding Mistress Faith's cock. She was lying on her back with her head toward the camera end of the bed. Jim was in the exact same position. He was looking up at Judy. Mistress Faith was looking up at me. I was watching the TV as Judy fucked my husband. I had a perfect view of her bouncing up and down on him. Her breasts were bouncing crazily. I'm sure he was enjoying himself. I was trying to match the intensity of her thrusts and pacing. She'd ride him hard for a few seconds then slow down for a few seconds. That must have been driving him crazy. I knew it was driving me crazy. Had it been up to me, I would have just fucked the shit out of myself until I came and came hard. But then it hit me. Judy wasn't doing this for her own pleasure. I'm sure she was enjoying it, but it was more for Jim and me. She could tease herself because Mistress Faith would undoubted reward her later.
I continued to fuck myself. I was turned on beyond belief. I wanted to cum so bad. Eventually I broke character of mimicking Judy's sounds and actions to beg Mistress Faith to let me fuck myself hard until I came. I didn't see the harm. I'd obviously learned my lessons about Jim already. I pleaded with my eyes and I pleaded with my mouth. I even reached down and began rubbing my clit even though Judy was not doing the same.
Mistress Faith slapped my hand. "Only what Judy does."
I looked back at the screen looking for any sign that she was going to come. Certainly Jim couldn't last much longer. He never did with me. Maybe after he came he would eat her as a reward. That was a nice thought at least. Finally Judy sat down filling herself as much as Jim could. I did the same on Faith. I knew I was fuller with her than with him. I watched as Judy began to swivel her hips. Was this her technique to make them cum?
She wasn't moaning any more so I stopped to. I swiveled my hips to match her. It didn't seem to be doing much for me or Faith, although Jim seemed to be enjoying it. I made a mental note to do it with him. Maybe it only worked on a live dick. I watched as Judy pulled herself off him. I got a clear view of her dripping wet pussy. She was moving forward on the bed and was now kneeling over him. Was she going to drop her pussy on his mouth? I was holding the same position over Mistress Faith praying that was exactly what she was going to do.
But through all my time in the club and my conversations with the other slaves, I had learned that having a Mistress eat your pussy was an extremely rare event. Judy must have known that and knew the game we were playing so after hovering briefly over his head, she got off the bed. I reluctantly did the same. I watched as she walked toward the camera until I couldn't see Jim any more. Apparently the camera was hidden, or maybe not, on a dresser of some kind. She got right up close and reached out coming back with a glass of water. She looked right in the camera. I had a close-up view of her mouthing the words "I hope you are enjoying this."
She then turned back toward Jim and walked to the bed still holding the glass. There was no water for me to grab so I just returned to Mistress Faith. Like Jim, she was now resting on the bed on her knees. Like him, her cock glistened with womanly juice. We both looked to the TV for guidance. Judy was asking Jim what position he wanted her in. Please be doggie I thought. We both loved doggie, at least so I thought. But maybe Jim did different things with Judy. Judy drank the water and set the glass down while she waited for his answer. Fortunately he held true to form and soon Judy was on her hands and knees, facing the camera of course. She had made sure of that.
Mistress Faith was matching him stroke for stroke. I got the impression that Judy's moans were no longer faked. I knew mine were not. Jim was a stallion that night. If he had been that way with me maybe we wouldn't have found ourselves in the situation we were in. I had a perfect view of Judy as she took his cock over and over. The look on her face was pure pleasure and I'm sure the look on my face matched. Mistress Faith was relentless in her pounding attack and I loved her for it. I couldn't imagine Jim lasting much longer but I prayed Mistress Faith wouldn't stop. My breasts were flopping wildly as Mistress Faith jackhammered my pussy. On the screen Judy's were doing the same. I buried my head into the bed and released a primal scream.
I looked up at the TV again just in time to see and hear Judy begin to cum. I don't think she was faking but if she was it was a masterful performance. This, of course, triggered my own orgasm. I quaked on the end of Mistress Faith's cock, but she didn't relent. She continued to pound me. My pussy was so sensitive right then that her actions became painful, but I wasn't about to try to stop her.
My gaze had been distracted from the TV as I rode out my orgasm. I'm sure Jim had spurted. There was no way he could have survived her performance without cumming himself. I hoped he hadn't cum inside her. Surely this was being recorded and I wanted to see him spray on her. It was perverse in a way, but as long as he didn't cum in her, we still had something we only did with each other.
When I finally came back to my senses and could focus on the TV, I saw Judy kneeling on the floor. Mistress Faith was still pounding me. Apparently our time of matching each other had passed. Judy had her now empty water glass in one hand and Jim's cock in the other. She only had to give him a few strokes before she aimed his cock into the glass. She neatly collected a good sized load in the bottom of the glass. I had no clue what the point of that was, but since they were clearly done, I felt released to concentrate on my own pleasure. I began to thrust backward onto Mistress' cock trying to match her intensity. She began to spank me again. This time they were not Jim's love taps but were inflicting serious pain. It was a serious pain which went straight to my brain and clit and drove my lust higher. I was now screaming in pleasure and Mistress Faith was egging me on.
"That's right slut. Take my cock. You saw your husband cum. He fucked a slut just like you and got off on it. This is what you want don't you?"
She punctuated the phrase with an extra hard thrust that rattled me to the core.
"I know you belong to Sharon, but maybe we can work out a trade. You're so close I'd love to have you at my beck and call."
I could hear her, but my comprehension was limited by the delirious orgasm that was consuming me.
"Yes, that could work. My other slave Helen has to drive to get here anyway. She could just as easily drive to Sharon's. I'd still let her use you at the office, but at night you'd be mine. I'd have you and Judy to keep me happy and Jim to keep you in line. Yes, that would be good."
I still didn't comprehend what she was saying. I couldn't grasp anything just then except the pounding in my pussy. I felt her push me off her cock and I fell to the floor in a heap. I lay on the floor looking up as she walked out of the room. I was still trembling from my orgasm as I lay on the floor. I hoped our time together had been taped. I knew I could cum again just from watching it. I gathered my wits enough to look at the TV. The room was empty. They were obviously done. The question was my marriage finished as well?
I slowly regained the strength in my legs and stood up. Once again a mistress had ridden me hard and put me away wet, but I loved the feeling more than anything. Mistress Faith had retreated to her bedroom and the door was shut. I figured Jim would be home very soon and it was time for me to get going. I walked back downstairs to find my clothes. They were still in a heap in the living room. The TV was one which struck me as odd since it wasn't when we went upstairs.
Sitting in the darkness with a glass of scotch in his hand was Faith's husband Mike. The TV was showing a video feed of their playroom. He obviously had watched my whole performance. He stood up as I entered the room. His cock was obviously hard in his pants.
"That was a wonderful performance my dear. I knew you had potential from the moment I saw you moving in. I must say I was surprised at Jim's stamina."
"You saw them too?" I asked.
Mike pushed a button on the remote and the channel changed to Judy's bedroom.
"Sometimes we like to watch her from down here instead of upstairs. We use this TV mostly during parties and such."
Mike didn't say anything but he looked down at the tent pole in his pants. I understood. I didn't have to be told. By the time I walked out 5 minutes later I had a belly full of his cum. I'm sure Mistress Faith would have wanted it that way. I could see lights on at our house. Jim must have been home from watching "the big game." As I was passing Judy's house, I saw her standing in the doorway. She was still wearing the silk robe. She waved me over.
"I hope you had fun tonight. I know I did," she said.
"It was interesting. Both Faith and Mike seemed to enjoy themselves too."
"I've got a present for you. I never swallow with other women's husbands. It's one of the few rules I have."
Judy produced the glass containing Jim's load and held it to my face.
"Bottoms up!"
Judy pressed the edge of the glass to my lower lip. It was a final degradation for the night as I sipped my own husband's cum from his adulterer's glass. Had this not been part of the group's design I would have done violence on her at that point. But like some many of my recent activities it felt customary. I thanked her and walked home unsure of what I was going to find next.