WIFE SOLD AT AUCTION

Credit to Kenjisato with editing help. The story would never make it to post without your assistance.

I drove slowly down the long road that led to the main house. My wife, Ashley, and I had been here a few times before. The grass was a perfectly manicured, lush green. There were tables along with an outside bar being set up for the event tonight. I stopped near the front door, and a man approached us. He was quick with his words and asked us about our business. I gave him our names and he opened Ashley's door. She kissed me and stepped out. At this point, I wouldn't see my wife until later tonight and I wouldn't be the one bringing her home.

To say Ashley and I had become adventurous is an understatement. A few years back, we mutually decided we needed to spice things up. Partner swapping became our favorite activity. Adult resorts and sex clubs became a common search in both our Google feeds. Then I remember the day my wife asked me if I had ever tied someone up. I told her no, but I got right to work learning about it. I found a local club and had a chat with a man who could show me the ins and outs of everything. I knew my wife wouldn't just want to be handcuffed to the bed, she usually wanted the **** when we tried things. Ashley loved to have her limits pushed. The day that man showed up at our house, set today's events in motion.

Charles was an older gentleman with a very attractive younger wife. The two of them arrived at the house one Saturday afternoon. Both of the wives chatted a bit in the living room, while Charles and I talked. He opened the case and put it on the coffee table. I sat with my wife on one end of the sectional and he with his wife on the other. We started in with the ropes, and before long, we had both women hogtied on the ground in front of us. My wife loved it. This is the point where Charles untied his wife and gave me some pointers and they left. With the new repertoire of goodies on the coffee table, I continued. I put the ball gag in my wife's mouth, which she hated. I started to use her favorite vibrator on her, and before long, she was twisting on the ground, moaning loudly. I slowly took the gag out of her mouth and she gasped for air.

"You can do this to me any time," she said with a smile, as I looked at her still hogtied. "But I'm not sure how I feel about the gag."

I laughed and finished removing the ropes. She put everything away for me because she was curious to look at it all. I kept up talking with Charles and learning from him. A few months into our new adventure, he finally let on to me about a club.

"It is a bondage club: mostly couples, some singles. Everyone is pre-screened and membership is very select. I think Ashley and you would be good prospects to join," he said, as we shared an afternoon beer.

I went home and brought the idea up to Ashley. Right away, she was on board but wanted to know more about everything. Charles said we could attend a meet-and-greet with some of the members of the group. We went to an initial event at the 'ranch' as it was referred to. It was about an hour outside of town. A sprawling ranch-style house with many bedrooms and a large barn-stables-type building off to the side. It had been purchased by the club with funds from memberships and money donated through other means. We were given a tour of the house and the barn. Nothing screamed 'bondage' anywhere. It was very classy, though. We mostly stayed in the bar area and chatted with some of the members, who primarily ran the club. By the end of the event, another couple and I were shown to a living room. All four of us were explained the membership details and invited to join.

A month later, we went to our first event. We were paired up with another couple who had been members for a few years. They gave us the lay of the land and we took to them. A few times over the next month, we would meet up to experiment with the lifestyle and engage in some swapping. I couldn't believe how into all this Ashley was.

On our third trip to the ranch, a senior member approached Ashley and me. He was an accountant by trade, who ran the finances for the club. He explained that at our quarterly events, it was customary for the submissive partner of new members to be auctioned off with the proceeds going to the club. The winner of the auction would get that person for the weekend. The dominant partner was not allowed to bid at the first auction, but could at future auctions after that. He explained that some members went up more frequently and some didn't, but it wasn't ever ****. He would allow us to think it over and asked us to reach out to him before the auction.

"I'll do it. If you're okay with it, hun?" Ashley said to me, as we drove away from the ranch.

"Are you sure? I mean we don't know who you could go to, or what could happen. We've only been here a few times," I said, as I drove slower, more focused on the conversation.

"I think it is safe. We went through the administration process and saw how in-depth they were with us. I'm sure there is a safe word, and my restrictions will be respected," she said, as she put her hand on my hand.

I waited until the next day to make the call. I wanted to see if she changed her mind, but she didn't. I knew how much she was enjoying this and I didn't want to spoil it for her. Something told me that if we said no, we might not be in the club much longer. I called the man we spoke with, and he said he would email me with more information. He sent me an email with the rules, time to drop off, etc. He then emailed my wife a questionnaire about limits, safe words, and so on.

We both quickly responded and then spent the next month waiting for the night. Per the instructions in the email, her responses were not to be shared with me. This worried me, but I trusted Ashley. That didn't stop me from prying and asking questions about the content of the email and her response.

For the next month, most of our sexual activity was between the two of us. We tried some new bondage positions every couple of nights. Since neither of us was sure what Ashley would have to do for the weekend, we even tried some Dominant-submissive-type actions. We enjoyed the bondage, but never ventured far into the servitude aspect. I'm not going to lie, the next month was a man's dream. My wife asked permission for everything. The first week she would come up to me and ask if she could use the bathroom. By the second week, she would kneel in front of me before asking me to leave the house. In the days leading up to the event, she left work early to be home before me. I would arrive and she would be naked except for a collar and a leash. She would have a cocktail ready for me and kneel in the middle of our living room.

I could tell how important this was to Ashley in other ways, as well. Her working out every morning before work had intensified. She was hardly drinking and she did always eat right, but for the month, it was more regimented, as to what and when she ate.

The event was on a Friday evening. I was to drop Ashley off promptly at four PM at the ranch. I was not allowed to stay or see her again until the auction. In the morning, she left early for the salon. Her reddish-blonde hair, which I loved so much, was teased as if she was going to a prom. She got her nails painted a bright red to go with the ginger of her blonde hair. As per the instructions, she showed up in casual attire. The following Sunday night, I would wait for my wife to come home. Whoever bought her had to have her back to the ranch by four PM Sunday, then she could come home.

I pulled down the road slowly. It felt as if I had lost her forever, but it was only going to be a weekend. There hadn't been an auction since our membership induction that we could have attended, so I didn't know what to expect. I went home and got ready. I had to have a couple of drinks to calm my nerves. Being drunk at an event was highly frowned upon though, and consumption was regulated. I didn't want to miss this, so after a few, I switched to coffee which increased the pacing and anxiety. I got ready in the custom formal dinner attire and called a cab.

The cab dropped me off at the house. He commented on how nice of a party this must be that I was going to. If he only knew, I thought, as I got out of the car. I gave the same man as before my information. He scrolled through the tablet and then gave me the okay to enter. I saw Charles with his wife. Just as I spotted them, she walked over to another couple. I quickly made my way to him.

"Hey, Charles. I'm nervous about this," I said, declining a drink from the waiter walking around.

"I get it. I remember the first time Allie went up for auction. I must have paced in the back for an hour. In the end, she loved the experience," he said, as he took a glass of champagne from the waiter. "She has done it a few times."

"Can I see Ashley?" I asked quietly, not wanting to be overheard.

"No. Only bidders can look at who is up for auction," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder to calm me down.

"Where is she?" I asked, as I motioned the waiter back over, and grabbed a glass.

"She is in the barn. They will bring her out to the yard when it is time for the auction," he said, as he waved to his wife and started to step away. "Sorry, Allie is looking for me. It will be okay, man."

I said hello to a few of the people I had come to know in our short time in the club. I made my way outside and saw a man standing behind a valet robe on two stanchions at the entrance of the barn. I gave him my information, and he said I wasn't allowed inside. I had to try, but knew the rules were strict so nothing would come of it.

Sunday when she returned ...

"So what was the barn like?" I said to Ashley, as we sat in the living room on Sunday, each with a glass of wine in hand.

She took a sip of her wine and then a long exhale before saying, "Wow, I, umm, it was what it sounds like. Each of us was naked in a stall put on display. They had us ball gagged. Our hands were cuffed together with two wrist cuffs. They were strung up above our head but we weren't hanging."

I didn't say anything. I just looked at her, a bit dazed, as she continued.

"People came by and looked at us. They walked around our whole body. No one was allowed to touch us." She paused and looked at me then continued. "We were like this for about an hour."

"An hour is a long time for a ball gag," I said, with some concern.

"Oh, I hated it. They gave us a break before the auction. One of the other women was talking before the stalls. We weren't supposed to do that. They said it could ruin the others' experience since the two of us were new and she wasn't." She stopped to sip her wine and then continued.

"They gagged her leading up to being put in the stalls since she wasn't complying. Then they gagged the two of us since it didn't seem fair." She laughed, as she looked over at me.

"That bitch," I said with a laugh, then continued, "what was it like before the stalls?"

"Well, after you dropped me off, they took us into a couple of the bedrooms. A woman did each of our makeup. Our personal belongings and clothes were then taken and put in a locker. The combination was our birthday. I was naked for a few hours leading up to it. Thankfully, the heater was on in the bedroom," she said, then paused to let me comprehend.

I didn't say anything at this point. My thoughts went back to me pacing around, wondering what was going on the whole time. I thought that I was the selfish one because she was the one going through this, not me.

"They brought us all into a common room and put us in chairs. That is when she started talking. Shortly after that, the gags," she said, with a displeased look on her face.

"How did you feel during all of this? Help me understand why this would arouse you." I looked at her, my curiosity sincere.

"I felt like an object being herded. I didn't feel like anything else, just an object. I was very curious but once they gagged us before the stall, they didn't tell us anything else. No one even knew my name. I mean, unless I knew them before, but they were all new to me," a befuddled look on her face.

Back at the auction...

Everyone was starting to gather in the backyard. It was set up with chairs in rows, almost as if a wedding was going on. The first couple of rows were reserved. I saw Charles and went over.

"Where do I sit?" I said, with a confused look.

"In the back. You're not bidding so you can't go to the reserved seats. I'll sit over here with you." He motioned his wife and me to a couple of seats.

Allie had a warm smile when she looked at me. Almost as if to say don't worry, Ashley will be fine.' I watched as a man went up to a podium that was set up with a microphone.

"Good evening, everyone. Let's get right down to it," he announced and paused as everyone clapped. It wasn't raucous but a more-reserved response.

"Item number one. She is feisty and going to be a hassle for anyone who takes her home," he said, with a smile.

The woman was naked when she walked out. I didn't know her, but maybe in passing at the last couple of events. Her hair was long and black. She had a similar frame to Ashley, both being taller and more busty but thin. A man in the front had a hand on the leash which was attached to a collar around her neck. He walked her slowly on the concrete strip between the separated rows of chairs. The strip led from the barn up next to the podium. Another man stood beside her, I assumed in case she slipped, with those black platform heels she had on. The gag stood out the most. The ball was big and bright red. All I could think of was Ashley must be hating this right now if she has that in her mouth. The woman's hands were cuffed behind her, as she walked slowly. One of the men helped turn her to face the audience.

"We will start the bidding at five hundred dollars," the man behind the podium said, as he scanned the crowd.

The man next to the woman spun her around slowly once, to show her off. The leash dangled from her neck down between her ample breasts. Her gaze didn't give off a look of concern. I found out later when I met her husband, she had been put up for auction a handful of times.

A paddle was raised then another. The bidding went on for a few minutes and finally, the chilling sound hit me as I heard it.

"Sold! Five thousand dollars to the gentleman in the third row," the auctioneer said, with a stern, loud voice.

Everyone clapped as the woman was led by the leash back down the concrete walkway between the seats and back into the barn. There was a pause for a few minutes while the woman returned. I couldn't stop wondering if Ashley was next. I also didn't know how many people there would be.

Everyone looked back, as a whisper came over the crowd. I quickly had a sigh of relief. It was the woman from the other couple who joined at the same time we did. She was shorter than my wife and the other woman. She had almost a teacher quality to her, as she walked. She was adorned with the leash, collar, gag, and heels the same way as the first woman. My eyes were fixed on her, as she walked. When she passed me, I saw her husband. We briefly chatted at the initial meeting and they were very similar to us. Both couples are in their early thirties, two high-earning income households with no kids. He looked more nervous than I felt, though. I had done a lot of swapping with Ashley, this might have been the first time for anything like this for them. That was when it dawned on me. This was the first time Ashley would be with another man without me in the same house. My head sank, as I thought about it.

"Item number two. She is one of our newer members. We will start the bidding at five hundred dollars." The words rang out of the auctioneer's mouth and shook me from my thoughts.

She was spun around naked and shown off like the first woman. She had a worried look on her, but she seemed to be keeping it well together. I watched as paddle after paddle went up. I assumed because she was new she might fetch a higher price.

"Sold! Eight thousand dollars. The man on the left in the first row." The winning bid was accepted with an empathetic proclamation.

I was shocked at the price. I watched her being paraded back and couldn't help but watch her husband look at her, as she went past. She looked at him as they drew closer, then looked back at the barn as she passed him. The crowd went back to talking amongst themselves, as we waited for the next. That's when Charlie turned to me.

"Ashley is probably the next one up. You can go if you want, but I wouldn't," he said with a nod.

"No, I'll stay," I said, as I nodded back at him.

I sat up in my seat and put on a strong face. I tried my best not to look worried, as I looked back at the barn. That's when I saw her. The same bright-red ball gag stood out. The same two men led her, as she walked slowly in high heels. She looked at me the whole way, as she approached me. She, too, was keeping a strong look on her face. I didn't know what it was, but as she passed me and looked up to the podium, I had a sense of calm on my face. This wasn't a normal thing to happen to anyone, let alone my wife, but in this circumstance, it was a normal thing and I could rest easy that she wasn't freaking out, so neither should I.

Sunday when she returned ...

"You looked so strong when you walked up to the podium. How did you feel?" I asked, as our eyes were fixed on each other on the couch.

"Nervous but curious. I didn't know what was going on when each woman went up. I only saw the first one come back and the second one goes up. They put us back in our stalls the way we were before," she took a sip of wine.

"I was so nervous," I confessed, sheepishly.

"I could tell. I think the most uncomfortable thing for me was I had never been naked in front of that many people before. I soldiered on," she said, with a laugh.

"Could you believe the whole bidding part?" I said, with a curious look on my face.

Back at the auction...

"Item number three. Another one of our newer members. Isn't she lovely? We'll start the bidding at five hundred dollars," the auctioneer proclaimed to the crowd.

Paddles went up left and right. I couldn't believe the action. I mean, I understood it. Ashley was new, and not bragging, but the best-looking of the three. I remember watching as they spun her naked body around. She was on show for thirty or so strangers. The auctioneer was yelling faster on this one and there was more enthusiasm. Even Charles had a bit of a shocked look on his face. That's when the words hit me.

"Sold to the gentleman in the fourth row on the right. Ten thousand dollars!" He heightened the volume of his voice as he said the dollar amount.

Our eyes locked, as we both heard the word sold. I watched as her eyes met the man who had the paddle up last. I could only see him from behind, but they stayed locked in a look at each other until she passed him. Then she gazed at me, but only for a moment, as she was already passing me. I watched her parade slowly back to the barn.

"That concludes the night's festivities," said the auctioneer, as he started to clap.

Everyone else clapped, as well. Except for Charles, Allie, the other husband, and me. I felt compelled to go over him and see how he felt about all of this. I didn't, though. I would just languish in my worry and curiosity at home, by myself.

Everyone went back in for drinks for another hour or so. We didn't see the three women again or the people who purchased them. I had a couple more champagnes than I should have, but no one noticed. Charles offered me a ride since Allie didn't drink and was the driver. We sat in silence for the ride home. They told me to call them if I had any questions. I thanked them for the advice at the auction and the ride and went inside.

Sunday when she returned ...

"I was shocked when I heard ten thousand and then sold. It was so high and so final." She relaxed back on the couch, with one leg up.

We were sitting on the couch facing each other now. The first bottle of wine was almost empty. I had already opened a second, just in case.

"What did you think of the guy when you saw who it was? You can be honest." I topped off her wine.

"I was processing everything. I had just been sold." She laughed a bit, then carried on. "I looked over at him and I thought he was handsome. I began to wonder what he was going to do to me. I thought about how you were feeling." She rubbed my thigh to comfort me.

"What happened next?" I put my hand on hers, on my thigh.

"They took me back to the stall with the other two women. They uncuffed us and took the gags out, then brought us inside. Fuck that gag," she said with a laugh.

"Yeah, I know you hate ball gags." I laughed along with her.

"They took us back into the bedroom from before; put robes on us, and brought us out to a car waiting for each of us. It was all pretty quick," she described and followed with a long exhale.

"There was a driver in the front and I was naked, except for the robe in the back. A few minutes later the guy got in."

"What did he say?" I said, with much anticipation.

"He told me his name was James. He needed to not know any private information. He carefully scanned the information about my restrictions, likes, etc... and he was happy to have me for the weekend." She explained it as if she was laying out power points.

"Wow. That is intense. Then what?" I said, curious to hear every detail.

"I didn't speak to him right away, and he told me that was good, 'don't talk until spoken to'," she exhaled with another long breath.

"Wow, right to the point. Where did you go?" I was still very curious.

"His house. It was maybe an hour away. Very nice place uptown." She paused, took a sip. "He told me he was married, but his wife was out of town for work. She is also part of the club and told him he could bid this weekend, but only if he wanted someone. I guess he really wanted me." She was still rubbing my thigh but then stood up. "Sorry, hun, I need the bathroom. This wine is going way too fast," She laughed.

She came back a few minutes later. I had set my wine down and hugged her when she came back. We sat back on the couch.

"I imagine you want to hear all of it, huh?" she exclaimed as if I was about to be shocked. "It would be better if you just asked me things and I answered. It will be easier to recall everything."

"Okay. Well, I don't care about his house," I said with a laugh; she laughed along, too. "You had sex with him?

"Yes."

"Did he wear a condom?" I asked, nervously.

"Don't be mad," she answered, slowly.

"It's okay. I'm sure he was very screened. I'm not mad, it's all just a lot to take in," I said, rubbing her hand. "Did he cum in you?"

"Yes."

I let out a long exhale, then smiled slightly, as I went back to the questions. "You blew him?"

"Yes. I also swallowed," she replied quickly as if to almost get the question over with.

"There was no one else at the house, right?!" I said quickly, with an exclamation.

"Oh no. Fuck no. I wouldn't have done that. We never left the house. He had food delivered but that was it." She rubbed my hand to reassure me.

"What was a day like? The first night?" I said, nervously.

"Well, when we got to his place, he brought me inside. He gave me a tour of the house. Showed me the bathroom I could use, where food was. All that stuff. He told me I would only be wearing heels for the weekend 'so don't worry about anything else.'" She took a sip of wine, then paused for a moment.

"He then had me kneel in the middle of the room while he undressed. He sat down on a chair in the middle of the living room and told me to crawl to him. I did. At first, I was going too fast; he told me to slow down, and so I did. Then he told me to blow him, so I started on that," she explained as if it was just any other task.

"Did he cum?"

"Yes. Then he told me to lick him clean, which I did. Then he got dressed and asked if I was hungry and I told him I was starving. He said he had dinner to warm up for us. He walked me into the kitchen and had me face a corner. He put a vibrator in my hand and told me to hold it on my pussy while he got dinner ready. I thought I was going to die. It felt like twenty minutes of this thing going full speed on me, while he made dinner." She briefly looked down.

"Sorry if this is a lot. I want you to just know everything." She reassured me with her soft touch.

We stopped at this moment. Ashley wanted to take a shower and relax a bit. We ultimately decided that the next morning, which happened to be a Monday holiday, would be a great time to pick back up everything. I stayed up well past Ashley, still running high on all the emotions. I woke up late and she wasn't in bed. I knew I had the day off, but for some reason, I went right to the shower as if I had to work. I went downstairs and there she was.

I was stunned when I saw my wife. Ashley was naked on her knees on the rug in front of one of the chairs in the living room. She was looking down and I could tell she heard me but didn't move from her position. On the table next to the chair was a cup of coffee. I assume it was put there before I went in the shower because at this point it was lukewarm. I figured out that she couldn't have done anything about it because after she made the coffee she handcuffed herself behind her back and got into position. I sat down in front of her.

"This is a pleasant and unexpected surprise," I said, as I sat in the chair. I looked down at my wife, who was still looking down in her kneeling position. "But the coffee is a bit cold. Sorry, I took so long in the shower."

"May I speak?" she requested in a soft tone, still not looking up.

"Of course," I said, as I looked down at her.

"I made it early and you were in the shower long. I'm sorry, it was my fault. I should have done better," she said, still focused on the floor in front of her.

"It's okay. It is a learning experience," I offered, as I brushed her arm and reassured her.

"Sir, with all due respect, it is not okay. I need to be put in my place." She stated it quietly, but assertively.

"In your place?" I questioned, with a pause, stunned at my wife.

"If I'm not too out of line, may I suggest spanking me?" she submitted, still focused on the same spot on the floor.

"Wow, okay. I wasn't expecting all of this. Umm, so you want to be spanked?" I confirmed, as I placed a finger on her chin and brought her gaze up to mine.

"Yes, sir," she answered, with a slow nod.

I helped her up to a standing position. The chair I was currently in had armrests and not much room for two people. I helped her to the couch and I sat down. I slowly guided my newly submissive and obedient wife over my lap. I put my hand on her ass and rubbed it, slowly. Her look focused on the floor past my foot. I lifted my hand and hit her with a light spank. It wasn't hard, but it made a loud noise.

"Sir, may I speak?" she said slowly, with a soft voice.

I was shocked at all the 'sir' stuff. We had played this before, but this time, it felt more genuine. It felt like she had found a place she wanted to be in. "Of course, you may," I said, as I looked down at her naked body draped over me.

"The spank has to hurt. I won't learn anything by not feeling pain." She paused with a long exhale in between words. "Maybe even more than once. Don't worry if it is too much. I will tell you, sir."

I didn't say anything for a bit. I was in shock and still registering the words my wife spoke to me. My hand was on her ass still rubbing it. I brought it off slowly and I could see her wince a bit and wait for the smack. I thought about it for a few seconds. I was afraid if it was too hard, she might freak out about all of this and want to stop. Which was okay for me, but I just didn't want to put her off on trying other things in the future. I let the hand fly and the sound of the palm and fingers of my hand hitting her ass could be heard throughout the house.

Ashley winced a bit at the smack, then let out a little whimper, "Fuck."

I could see her hands wanting to rub her ass where she had just been struck, but she held back.

"Thank you, sir. I'm sorry about the coffee," she said, as she relaxed a bit from the hit.

My hand went up again. I didn't say a word. This time with the same ****, I laid another smack on her other ass cheek. Her body shook and her head nodded up and down a few times.

"Fuck, oww," she yelped, with a louder voice this time. She paused for a moment, then said the exact words again, "Thank you, sir. I'm sorry about the coffee."

I paused for a few moments. I could see her head start to turn and look up at me. I don't know why, but I just felt we weren't done with this. I lifted my hand again and before she could make eye contact with me, I gave a harder smack on the first cheek. She winced worse than the first two hits. She didn't say anything right away, as her head dropped down. I could hear a faint sniffling and almost a crying noise. She composed herself and then spoke.

"Thank you, sir. I'm sorry about the coffee," she said with a softer tone than the first two times.

"I believe you, Ashley. I know next time it will be hot. I'm sorry I had to do this to you," I said, as I started to help her up from over my knees.

"Sir?" she questioned with a soft tone, as she made eye contact with me.

I looked down at her eyes. "Yes?"

"Don't stop because you think I'm hurt. Stop because you feel I've learned my lesson," she stated, with a slow direct tone.

"Are you sure?" I voiced in a bit of shock, as I looked at her.

"Yes, sir. You're in charge. I trust you." Her head dropped back down over my knees.

I couldn't figure out what this guy did with my wife over the weekend, but she was either broken or turned on by all of this. Her ass was red, but not a bright red. As I started rubbing it, she winced a bit but then relaxed. I slowly lifted my hand off of her ass, and I could feel her tense up. Then I laid it down harder than the first three. This smack was to make a point.

She winced and squirmed right away, then blurted out, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry, sir. Please don't hit me again, sir."

Her hands were trying to free themselves from the cuffs she had put on. She desperately wanted to rub the stinging, red pain. Instead, I reached down and gently rubbed her bright red ass. After a few moments, I took my hand away and she braced for another impact.

"I believe you, Ashley. Why don't you try the coffee again?" I said as I started to help her off of my lap and up to a standing position next to me. Her hands, which were still cuffed behind her back, rubbed over her ass as best as she could.

"Thank you, sir. I promise it will be hot this time," she said, affirmatively.

I reached over to the table where the key was and uncuffed her. "This will probably make it easier for you."

She didn't say anything. She walked past me, rubbing her ass the whole way. A few minutes later, she returned with a hot cup of coffee. She set it down on the table next to me and then knelt in front of me. I sipped it.

"Thank you, Ashley. This is much better. I'm sorry you had to go through that, but you'll know next time," I said, with a stern voice.

"Yes, Master. Again, I am sorry about what happened before. I will be better next time. If it pleases Master, may his **** pleasure him?" Her head bowed down, as she returned to her focus on the floor.

This was the first time I had heard my wife refer to herself as a ****. I was a bit taken aback by it. There was so much from this weekend that I wanted to learn more about. I had to admit though, in the current state of the situation, I was aroused, and her pleasing me was exactly what I wanted.

"You may, ****," I said, with a stern voice.

Ashley didn't hesitate. Her hands moved up to the running shorts I was wearing and pulled them right down. She pulled my cock out of my boxer briefs and her mouth went right to it. She licked up and down each side, over the head, and even around my balls. She never looked up at me, but just focused on pleasing me. It felt so amazing, I couldn't even touch the coffee.

At one point, I could feel her push herself down as far as she had ever been on my cock. My cock started to quiver right there. She picked up the pace, and before long, I started to cum. She held her mouth over my cock, until I let out a long exhale and fell back in the chair. Her mouth came off of me and she took a long swallow. Her tongue went back down to my shaft and she started to lick all over me.

"Did that please Master?" she asked, still looking at my cock.

"Very much so. You were wonderful," I complimented, as I tilted her gaze up to my face.

She nodded and then moved from her kneeling position between my legs. She stood up. I could tell she was a bit confused as to what to do now.

"Why don't you go stand in the corner over there, while Master finishes his coffee," I said, pointing to one side of the room.

She didn't say a word. She walked quickly over to the corner and faced it. I was still at a loss for words, as to what was going on. I got up and got my phone which I set on the kitchen table when I saw my wife on her knees, naked. I sat back down in the chair and sipped the coffee. It had been almost an hour since I came down from the shower and a lot had happened in that hour. I looked back over and she was not moving. Her gaze was still in the corner. Her hands were down behind her back over her ass. I could see her rub it a little, every so often.

I went back to my phone. I did have a couple of work emails, even though it was a holiday. I quickly responded to those, while I took sips of the coffee. What I thought was quick, I then realized was almost a half hour. I looked over and my wife, still in her position, quietly focused on the wall.

"Ashley, why don't we take a break from this and go get some breakfast," I said, as I stood up and made my way to her.

She turned from the corner and faced me. "If that is what Master wants," she said, as she broke eye contact with me and looked down.

"Let's take a break from the whole master-**** thing, too," I said, as I smiled at her.

"I'm sorry. Was that too much? Did you not like it?" she asked, as she made eye contact with me again.

"It was intense, but yes, I enjoyed it. I just don't know where it came from. I mean I think it came from the weekend, which I would like to still hear more about." I approached her and ran my hands down her sides.

"I would love to tell you more. Can we go to that coffee shop around the corner I like?" she offered, with a smile.

"Sounds good. Why don't you go get ready? I'm going to clean up a bit." I broke her embrace and went over to get my phone.

I went to the bathroom and washed up. I came back out and waited for Ashley. It seemed like forever. I thought to myself how long does it take for a woman to put on yoga pants and a workout top for a casual breakfast? I heard her heels on the stairs as she walked.

Ashley slowly approached. She had fixed up her hair and makeup. She had on this white mini-dress that was very clingy. She wore it once before when we went out while on vacation. She had on some high, white wedge heels. She didn't say anything, as she grabbed her purse and then clung onto my arm as if someone was trying to pull her away from me.

"I didn't know it was going to be like a date thing. I'll change into something else," I said, as I tried to break the embrace.

"No, you're fine. I want to look like this for you," she said, as she squeezed hard and pulled me out the door.

We drove to the coffee shop. It was pretty busy since it was a holiday. We decided to get some pastries and coffee to go and find a quiet place to sit. Around the corner, we found some patio seats outside a dinner-only restaurant. We sat down at the table across from each other.

"So... after I blew him and we had dinner. That is where I left off, right?" she asked, as she took a small bite of her muffin.

I coughed a bit as I sipped my coffee. Not expecting her to jump right in. "Oh, yeah. That sounds right."

"We finished eating and cleaned up. He put me back in the corner again with the vibrator. I know it is weird but that whole corner thing turned me on." She paused for a moment, to see if I would say anything. I just took a sip of my coffee and then looked at her.

"So we went back into the living room. There was an ottoman and he had me get on it. I knelt on it and then lay on my chest. He took my wrists and tied them below my knees. My ass was sticking way up in the air." She paused and sipped her coffee, then continued. "My face was uncomfortable, just flipping it side to side. I remember he wrapped a rope around my tied legs and hands, and all around the ottoman so I couldn't shift. I felt so **** just being exposed to him."

"You were still naked, right?" I said as I focused on recreating the scene in my head.

"Yes. Except for the heels and collar. He took the leash off," Ashley said casually as if she was just describing what she had for breakfast.

"Okay, then what?"

"He had one of those whips. The ones with the man strands." She paused and looked up for a second then blurted out, "Flogger. He had one of those and he slowly ran it over my body."

"Damn, that sounds scary," I said, as I looked at her with concern.

"He told me if anything was too much to say the safe word 'purple'. He made me say it to him before we started. The entire time I was there, he was very respectful and courteous about my well-being. He didn't tell me everything that was going to happen, but he was very concerned that I was okay when stuff was happening. He then started slowly hitting me with it.

"The first couple almost felt as if clothes were just running over my body. Then he picked up the pace. I don't know how many there were, but finally, one connected, and I winced hard. I let out a 'fuck' and he stopped. He asked me if it was purple and I said 'no.'" She paused and grabbed my hand. "It was crazy intense. He hit me hard five more times in different directions. I wanted to cry, but I held back. Then he stopped. He rubbed me and told me I was a good girl." She let out a long exhale and then sipped her coffee.

"It was probably best if I wasn't there," I said, as I grabbed her hand.

"Oh, for sure," she said, as she smiled at me. "Then he came around to my face. He told me that the rest was going to be about pleasure, but if it was too much, to just shake my head from side to side and snap my fingers. Then he put a ball gag in my mouth." She paused to look around, not thinking anyone could be near.

"You must have hated that. It all sounds incredibly intense, too." I looked around with her.

"I didn't hate it. I felt helpless and it turned me on. He then took that vibrating wand thing, we have one, and pushed it into my pussy, and turned it on low. He worked it up slowly to high and I was quivering. I climaxed once and he turned it off. That is when he fucked me," she said, pushing her coffee and half-eaten muffin out of the way, as she looked at her husband.

"Did he tell you it was coming? Could you see it? Was he big?" I asked curiously, my eyes fixed on hers.

"He wasn't longer than you, but he was thick. It didn't hurt at first, but he was thick. I couldn't see behind me well. I tried to look, but it was just too hard to move that way. I thought it could have been a toy, but then I felt his body push into mine. He started slow but then worked up the speed pretty quickly. The ottoman was sliding back and forth as he held onto my sides. He went hard for a few minutes. I climaxed again," she said, with a look of joy on her face.

"Damn. That sounds wild. You enjoyed it, though?" I said, with a questioning look.

"I'm not going to lie. It was a great fuck. It was more about the situation than the guy. It probably could have been another guy, but if led up to that point the same way, I probably would have felt the same." She paused then grabbed both my hands, "I love you. I always want to be with you. I don't love this random stranger and I never will. It was just about a sexual encounter that was very stimulating and arousing. Okay?" She looked into my eyes.

"I understand, Ashley. I'm just glad he didn't hurt you. I trust you, completely," I said, relieved by my wife's words. I was **** inside to hear more. Before she could respond to my words I blurted out, "Keep going, it's okay."

"Okay. The next part was a bit, wow, intense." She stopped and took a quick sip, then looked back at me. "He wasn't fucking me anymore. He leaned in and told me he was going to put a butt plug in me and asked if it was okay. I mumbled, 'Yes,' as best as I could around the gag. He showed it to me and I was a bit worried because it was bigger than we had ever really used, but I just mumbled, 'Yes,' again. He put a lot of lube on it and took his time. It hurt, but finally, it went in and I had this huge feeling of relief. Then the wand started again. He worked it long and slow for a while. He would increase speeds, and decrease. He kept it pushed into my pussy. I climaxed a few times I think." She stopped at this point, to make sure I was okay.

I couldn't say much. I just held her hands and looked at her. I was starting to understand more of her actions this morning. She wanted to recreate some of what she did with this stranger with me.

"He stopped with the vibrator and then took the ball gag out. He then knelt next to me and told me he was going to take the butt plug out, but he wanted to have my ass. I wasn't sure. I wanted to say no because that is something only you and I do." She paused looking away then back at me, "But then I remembered he paid for me, and that I wanted to submit and do this so I told him yes. Now that I say it out loud, I sound like such a whore. He had all of me in a few hours. I'm sorry, hun."

"I don't fully get the desire to submit to a stranger as you did, but I also tend to be more dominant. I'm not thrilled you let him fuck your ass, but at the moment, I get it. You're not whore," I said, squeezing her hands.

"Thank you." She smiled at me and then kept going. "So he took the plug out slowly. That was pretty uncomfortable. It finally came out and he poured more of the lube on my ass. I think he thought I might not want to keep going because right away, he was pushing the head of his cock in me. I mean, he went slow, but he didn't wait. It took a bit for him to get inside me. Then he started going in and out slowly, then faster." She paused, squirming a bit in her seat. "It was intense. I was moaning, and swearing as he was going in and out of me. He took the vibrator and held it on me again. He told me to fuck his ass and I rocked back and forth on him. I'm pretty sure I climaxed there." She stopped and just nodded her head.

"Fuck, Ashley. That is some crazy shit." I was shocked at my wife, but also a bit aroused.

"Well, at this point, he just started hammering into me. He was holding the toy with one hand and pushing down on my back. I was screaming and moaning. Finally, it hit me. I squirted all over the wand. It was so much. Then, I just ran out of energy and my body just collapsed." She stopped and was looking at me as if she just told me that she had killed someone.

"You've never squirted before. Wow, damn," I said, unable to control my shocked look.

"I know. There was just so much going on. He pulled out of me at the point and rolled me onto my side. He jerked a few times and then came on my breasts. I was still moaning some from the whole thing. I could feel my juices on the ottoman as my thighs rolled around in them. It was soaked. I just lay there after that." My hands were still in hers, she was squeezing tighter than before.

"Fuck, wow. Yeah, that sounds like a lot. Did he say anything to you or you to him?" I asked.

"He was letting out some grunts and long breaths as he finished. I looked up at him for a second, but then my eyes just rolled back as I gasped for air. He walked away and left me there for a bit. I don't know how long, I was just so exhausted and overcome with emotions I wasn't counting the minutes. Finally, he untied me and guided me to the shower and we passed out in his bed," she finished, with one more squeeze of my hands, then letting go. Her hands made a spreading motion as if to say that was the end of the story.

We sat, mostly silent for a few minutes. I would let out a swear word or a 'wow' and she would just respond with a 'yeah' or a mumble. She grabbed the coffees and unfinished pastries and threw them in the garbage nearby. She sat back down on the same side of me this time, embracing me.

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