She could hear them laughing in the den while she rinsed off dishes and placed them in an orderly fashion in the dishwasher. Dinner had been a success, and she beamed with pride as she remembered all the accolades she’d received throughout the meal.
“You’ve got yourself quite the little chef there,” he’d said to her husband as he scraped every last bit of food off his plate and onto his fork.
He being Charles, one of her husband’s longtime friends. They’d met in middle school over a shared love of video games and comic books. Charles had gone back east for college and made a life for himself in Florida. They frequently kept in touch online and via text, but after six years of marriage, this was the first time Maddie had gotten a chance to meet Charles, and she’d hoped to make a good impression.
Her husband’s voice cut through her thoughts, “Maddie, come in here.” Maddie quickly finished loading the machine and turned the knob to get it started. Wiping her hands down the front of her apron to dry them, she removed it and smoothed out the front of her floral patterned sundress. It had seemed a little fancy for a dinner at home, but Hank had picked it out himself for her to wear. “I want Charles to take one look at you and wish he’d have claimed you first,” he’d said.
She stepped back into the den. “Yes, Hank?”
Hank was giving her that look. Maddie’s eyebrows knit together as she tried to read his energy. Their D/s relationship was always kept behind closed doors. In front of guests, he generally treated her the way one would expect a loving wife to be treated – dispensing with the honorifics and pet names and keeping up appearances with plenty of “please” and “thank yous” to mask the fact that every request was really more of an order.
“Charles was just telling me that Miami is full of fake tans and tits, and that it’s been ages since he’s seen a pair of pale, natural tits.” He sat there, holding his beer and grinning.
Maddie felt the blush creep into her neck. “Okay…” she responded, unsure of his point.
“Well, go on. Show him yours.”
“Aww, come on, Hank. Don’t embarrass her like that. She’s only just met me,” Charles said in mock protest. The words may have sounded like he was on her side, but the way his eyes were glued to her, she started to become very aware that she was about to become the evening’s entertainment.
The two men continued to look amused while she stood in the center of the room feeling exposed. There was no doubt now that Hank had told Charles about their dynamic. She felt herself being reduced to property for the first time in front of an audience.
Without another word, Maddie reached back and unzipped the sundress, lowering the straps from her shoulders and pulling the top down to her waist. Hank smiled approvingly as Charles leered, taking another sip from his beer.
Maddie reached back again and unclasped her bra. She slid the straps down her arms, and, with a deep breath, removed the cups from her breasts.
“Damn,” said Charles.
“Didn’t I tell you?” replied Hank, knowingly. “She’s my perfect little slut. She’ll do anything I tell her to do.”
“I still don’t believe she’d do anything,” said Charles.
“Go ahead. Test me,” Hank prodded.
Charles set his drink down on the coffee table and leaned back. “Have her jump up and down.”
Hank looked back at Maddie. “Twenty jumping jacks.” The blush crept further up into her cheeks. “Yes, Sir,” she responded. There was no pretense at all anymore. She counted them out while they watched, and shut her eyes as she felt her dress falling below her hips.
Don’t wear panties tonight. It’ll be our little secret, he’d said before Charles arrived that night. It’ll remind you that you’re my whore while you’re serving my friend dinner.
By the time she was finished, the dress was crumpled at the floor by her feet and she stood before them both completely naked. By the look on Hank’s face, he’d planned this all along and he was pleased; but that was of little solace to her state of embarrassment. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Charles.
“Aww, I don’t think she likes this at all, buddy. She won’t even look at me,” Charles said, voice dripping with saccharine.
“Oh, she’s just shy, Chuck. Come show him how much you are enjoying his company tonight, whore.”
Maddie’s eyes rolled back slightly into her head as she went on autopilot. Taking a few steps forward around the coffee table, she stood in front of Charles and lifted her leg onto the couch beside him, using her fingers to spread open her dripping wet cunt. Charles didn’t waste any time, bringing his own fingers up to investigate for himself.
What happened next was almost a blur. Words were exchanged. Commands were given. Before she knew it, Maddie was bent over the coffee table with Charles fucking her from behind while Hank sat in the upholstered chair in front of her his eyes taking her all in.
Her emotions began to overwhelm her and she turned her face down toward the table. At that point, Charles grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face back up, thrusting his cock deep inside her and holding it there as he spoke. “Don’t look away from your master, Maddie. This show is for him every bit as much as it is for me. Show him how much you appreciate his ownership, Maddie.”
She opened her eyes again and this time she saw it. His pleasure. Hank looked so proud of his possession. Of her performance. Like a letting his best friend take his brand new Ferrari out for a spin. She felt a sense of pride swell up in her again, overtaking the shame and embarassment. She was a prize. His prize, and he was so proud of her he couldn’t keep her to himself any longer.
She felt it coming and knew what to do. She locked eyes with Hank and asked the question. “May I please come, Sir?” She didn’t have to wait for him to say the word. His broad smile was all the answer she needed and she bucked and gave in to the orgasm as ripped through her body.
“Atta girl,” Charles released her hair and grabbed hold of her hips and kept thrusting. “At. A. Girl.” He pulled out unceremoniously and smacked her ass. “Hank. Remember that thing we did on Spring Break junior year? Do you think she could handle that?”
“There’s one way to find out,” Hank responded, unbuckling his belt. “Get her down to the floor,” he said as he stood up and pulled his pants down to his ankles, releasing his hardened cock. “You want the back door this time?”
“If you don’t mind,” Charles responded.
Hank lay down on the floor face up and motioned for Maddie to straddle him. She knelt down over him and moaned as she felt the familiar feeling of him entering inside her. He leaned her forward so that her breasts were pressed against his chest.
“I love you, my whore,” he whispered. Her whimpering muffled by a kiss as Charles worked his way into her ass.
“Oh, Hank. She’s perfect,” Charles congratulated him.
“Yes,” Hank said through gasps and grunts. “She is.”
Erotic fiction writer. Phi (pronounced “fee”) came into kink at early age and renewed her connection with the lifestyle in 2014 after a decade-long hiatus. A somewhat popular and undeniably avid blogger on fetlife.com under the name phi-is-me, she lives in the suburb of a suburb in southern California with two cats and six pillows.