I didn’t think that I quite understood what I had just heard. My face must have been quite red and Brittany admittedly blushed as well, realizing that she had just said. My lovely, nerdy young tenant and neighbor (her husband and she leased a home from me) had just propositioned me in a way I couldn’t quite forget.
“So, let me get past the shock phase and make sure that I heard you correctly. You’re offering me your ass…in lieu of rent, for just how long? How many months, Brit? You’re indenturing yourself to save money or is there something else to this picture that I’m overlooking here?” I poured myself a beer to take it all in and offered her one as well, which she gladly accepted.
“That’s the thing…I was thinking of a year for now, with the option of renewal. We would live rent-free in monetary terms, but I would be available to you for your…sexual needs for at least a year, with the understanding that it’s my ass only. You can spank, lick, fondle, finger, or fuck it as you wish, but it’s just my ass. Not my pussy. Not my mouth. I just want that to be clear. My pussy still belongs to Rich,” Brit declared.
“I see. Well, that’s a truly intriguing proposal, I must confess. Speaking of Rich, however, what does your husband think of this little idea of yours? Does he even know? You’re both friends of mine. How will this affect our friendship and your marriage?” I naturally wondered, though my cock was very stiff at the idea of getting to do whatever I wanted to Brit’s ass for an entire year.
“He’s…more than a little excited by it, I must confess. That’s kind of the other thing. I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but Rich and I have been experimenting with ass play for a while now. The only thing is that he has found that he enjoys receiving more than giving. He likes to be the passive partner when it comes to anal. This allows me to have what I want, but I’d really like for him to have what he wants, too. He wants you to own his ass as well…for the same length of time. A full calendar year. Starting tonight and ending a year from now, at the earliest. I just figured that if you were sufficiently interested in my ass…well, you might go for it, even if his didn’t appeal to you as much,” Brit stammered a bit, as we both downed our beers.
“Would these terms be consecutive or concurrent?” I inquired, since it wasn’t entirely clear, of course.
“Same time, if I recall what concurrent means correctly. Yeah…concurrent. You’d own both of our asses. You’d be our…master in a way, at least when it came to anal sex. Trust me, he would get something out of this as much as you would. He’d love it. He’s very bi, it seems, judging from what he’s told me,” Brit confessed with some excitement, as I got each of us another beer.
“So, you two would otherwise be faithful and monogamous, at least in the sense of normal…vaginal sex. No other cock in your pussy but his, no other pussy surrounding his cock but yours. No ass for his dick to use at all. Am I correct here? I wouldn’t have oral sex with either of you or vaginal sex with you, nor would he penetrate me anally. I would, however, use both of your asses as I please, when I please, etc. I’d be the top, you two would be the bottoms, in more ways than one. I’d be your Backdoor Man, if you will,” I made sure that I understand correctly.
“Exactly, at least for now. Until we’d discussed such details. Bear in mind that these rights are unlimited, if you agree. No exceptions. No restrictions. Nor would you be expected to be faithful to us. You’re in charge of our asses. We have no claim or rights to your dick. You’re not married to or dating us. This is sexual dominance and submission, albeit strictly with our butts. Yes, we know that it’s not legally binding, but we’ve agreed to it and are willing to sign a contract with you…both of us are. This is not just about rent. That’s just a way to make it…well, financially easier on us while we live at your beck and call and such. And to provide both of us with a sense of being whores…as well as being a way for you to show some mercy to your bottom bitches,” Brittany clarified, her hand now wanting down her pants to pleasure herself.
“Call your husband. If he confirms this in my hearing, I will consent to it. There will be a written contract, however. Just for the record, though, I never expected to be so attracted to both man and wife at the same time…guess I must be bisexual as well. Just realize what you’re both getting into. There is no turning back from this. Even if you opt to terminate the contract after a year, both of you will have taken my cock up your asses so much by then that you’ll never quite be the same people again. Your marriage will have, at least for a year, suspended the rules of strict fidelity expected by society. And I’m not entirely convinced that you’ll ever be satisfied with returning to monogamy after that,” I warned Brit, who nodded and smiled.
“God, I hope not! I personally want this to last, and I think canlı bahis that it will, but in the end, it will depend on how all three of us turn out. Both Rich and I feel a lot of raw lust where you are concerned. Both of us are eager to have you take us there. I’ve pegged him a few times and he’s fucked my ass, so neither of us are virgins, but both of us just plain like to take it in the butt rather than put it there,” Brit explained to me, as I stroked my very stiff cock through my pants.
“Well, God knows that Sherry and I are done, and one of the issues was that she wanted to dominate me. I don’t just mean in the usual sense of the term, either. You know, the cliché, cultural joke where the man is pussywhipped and does whatever the wife says for whatever reason. She wanted to actually be in charge of the relationship, have me as her sub, and that wasn’t going to fly. It wasn’t a cuckold thing according to her. She just wanted to dominate me permanently and I told her that I wanted to dominate her instead…both of us wanted this to be full-time, too. I wanted to fuck her ass and she wanted to peg me instead. She told me that this was the only anal sex that she would ever give me.
“Anyway, I’m single now, but she’s dropped hints that she would likely want a little ex sex now and then. I mention this because if either of you are present, I might let her fuck you in the ass in front of me. Could you handle me sharing your ass with another person like my ex?” I warned Brit, who blushed a bit, but nodded.
“Actually, that’s kind of a turn-on. I must admit that either letting her fuck my ass with a strap-on or watching her peg Rich would excite me a lot…and we had discussed something like this. If another man or woman did that to us, it wouldn’t count as cheating as long as you ordered it,” Brit winked at me before planting a kiss and adding, “Sorry, got to go back home and tell Rich your answer. I would just do it over the phone, but I know that he will be so turned-on by it that he’ll want to fuck me into tomorrow…and, well, we’re trying for a baby, strange as that might seem. Don’t worry, we’ve agreed that as our lover, we could kiss you on the mouth. It’s only fair. And we already knew that you’d be missing kisses, since you and Sherry aren’t an item.”
So ended the strangest conversation that I had since Sherry and I broke it off. Speaking of which, she chose that moment to call me, just as Brit left the house, having just gotten out of class with an apparent need to let off some steam. Sherry was horny and, well…she had warned me.
“Hey, Sherry, what’s new?” I asked her casually, unaware of what she had in mind.
“Oh, love…what happened to our pet names? Shouldn’t I at least get to be ‘Sherry baby’ like in that Maggie Gyllenhaal film? I know that we’re not a couple…but can’t we still call each ‘honey’ and ‘babe’ like old flames do?” Sherry surprised me by pouting.
“Sure, babe, what did you have in mind?” I asked my ex.
“Ex sex, of course. You and me, for old times’ sake. I’m coming over and daring you to stop me. I want to ride you into next week. You might not like being topped, but you have to admit that you enjoyed cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, didn’t you?” Sherry pointed out.
“Sure, but right now, I want to fuck you on the kitchen table. I’ll explain why later,” I declared.
“Yummy…sure, why not? I’m game for that. Hope that your table is sturdy enough. We never tested it before we broke up,” she observed, unaware of just how hard I was right then.
Not ten minutes later, while I searched for condoms, knowing how she felt about such things, Sherry knocked at the door and I heard my cell phone go off with a text.
It read, “It’s me, dear, the big bad she-wolf and I’m coming to eat you for lunch, so little pig, let me in.”
I laughed at that and opened the door to grab her for a steamy kiss before telling her, “Wait right there. I need to go to the store and pick up more condoms, so I have to get dressed. Want to come with me?”
“Darling, forget that. Allow me to confess something…the rubbers were a measure of control for me. While I thought that I could dominate you, I set these rules for sex, these terms and conditions, and the condoms were part of that. I hoped that you giving in on that was a good sign for my future dominance. Man, was I wrong! Anyway, we’re exes now and I’ve an itch to scratch. I haven’t fucked a guy since we broke up, just pegged a couple of guys, and how many girls could you have had since then?” Sherry wondered.
“So…you want it bareback, do you? I think that I can oblige you there,” I said, grabbing her miniskirt and lifting it to find her commando.
“No panties…and a bald pussy. Boy, were you horny!” I chuckled.
Right then, Brit sent me a pic of herself and Rich right after their first round, including her freshly fucked pussy and Sherry’s eyes grew wide while she saw that. She grabbed her phone and took a photo of her shaved crotch, before bahis siteleri handing me her panties. They were soaked, of course.
“Let me confess something else, Don. With guys other than my regular lover…I don’t have to be in charge all the time. I just wanted to have my domestic situation in hand. Boyfriend tamed and ready to obey me in all things. Marriage eventually, to Mr. Right, who has to be submissive and let me spread my wings. The right guy would wear rubbers with me while the other men went bareback, you see. The rules were all for the sub hubby. No, not a cuckold thing per se. I’d have shared you with other women. No chastity belt or cock cage. No rules against masturbation. But a hot wife thing in a way, with me choosing your partners, male and female. Yeah, I wanted to not only peg you, but have you suck and fuck other men as well as women. The other partners could sometimes dominate me instead of me topping them,” Sherry asserted as she bent over the table and offered me her pussy from behind.
“So…what about pregnancy?” I asked Sherry as I put her panties in my pocket.
“Um…other men would do the job, not the husband. He would raise the brats and be the Daddy, but other men would donate all of the sperm to do the job and he would meekly accept his role there. Now that I know that you’re not a sub…well, you and I can’t marry, because you’re not Mr. Right, but we can certainly fuck, of course, and with you having more say than you would have,” she panted and moaned as I began slamming her drenched pussy with my hard cock.
“So, that’s why you broke it off from your end, because I’m not Mr. Right, but you still care for me,” I caught on.
“Exactly…damn, that cock of yours, I’ve missed it so much,” Sherry groaned as I took her repeatedly.
“Well, now that we know this, did you want to make this a regular thing, you and me having ex sex?” I wondered, since she chose me for her first booty call since our break-up.
“God, yes! I can never give up this cock, baby…and it’s so much better without that damn rubber on! I can feel the veins in your dick now, your skin inside me…fuck, it feels so good!” Sherry confessed, even as Brit sent me more pics of things like Rich’s cock and her creamy cunt.
“No relationship, just fucking whenever we both want it? I can definitely go for that. Less pressure to try to make things work out. Hey, I just got a really bizarre proposal from my tenants. Maybe you can help with the contract if they’re as serious as they sound. They want me to…own their asses,” I told her, not expecting her response.
Sherry almost instantly lost all self-control and came in a messy way that she never anticipated. Seeing and feeling her reaction, I came as well, shooting my first load ever deep inside her pussy. My cum prompted yet another orgasm, I could tell, especially as I just kept…cumming. My cock and balls twitched and jerked with each spurt, and then Sherry stood up on wobbly legs to give me a deep tongue kiss that made me shiver. Her eyes registered a message that I didn’t quite understand at first, but then she put her head on my shoulders and began rubbing my ass for a bit…before kneeling to suck my cock straight from her own twat. Her face gave me a look of complete awe as she bobbed up and down on my dick, keeping me hard. She even sucked my balls and turned me around to start rimming me, much to my astonishment. When she was done, Sherry rose to grab a notepad and pencils from her purse.
“Honey, this is the sexiest thing that I’ve ever heard from you! The idea of you topping a couple…a married couple, right? The idea that you could do whatever you wanted to them…especially to their arses. God, you really are a Dom, aren’t you? I totally read you wrong, baby. I’ve never been so turned-on by you as I am now. So…I’m more than willing to help you enslave this couple, I promise you that. I’m so excited now…was that the woman who sent you those dirty pics? Awesome,” she slipped back into her British accent as she sometimes did whenever she was extremely aroused, even though she hadn’t been back to Manchester since she was in secondary school.
“Yes, same girl. Brittany, and yes, she’s married to this Rich guy. They’re offering me ownership of their asses in exchange for living rent-free for at least a year. What excites you so much about this all?” I probed.
“It’s a reminder of just how dominant and aggressive you are. I need that kind of bloke in my life, too, as you can see. I’m not all about topping, as I said,” Sherry confessed, “I want badly to be part of this…and I also hope that you’ll let me borrow their bums now and then. You know…to spank and fuck.”
“God, Sherry, you are still full of surprises! Sure, why not! Especially if you use your legal knowledge to help this sort of thing along, even if it isn’t legally binding,” I reacted by staying hard.
“Well, that’s the thing. It doesn’t obligate them legally, yes, but if phrased right, it protects bahis şirketleri you from any allegations of rape and forcible sodomy,” Sherry said as she sat and squished, my cum still running down her thighs toward the kitchen floor.
“And you’re eager to do this, provided that I let you use them now and then,” I asked for clarity’s sake.
“Exactly, love. I want to borrow their arses now and then. It shall be a great outlet for my dominant side while I wait for Mr. Right. By the way, I’m thinking of going off the Pill soon, so you can knock me up. I was going to wait to meet Mr. Right, so I could make him fuck my mouth while you, and yes, I’ve decided that it must be you, put your seed in me. Now, however, I want to get safely knocked up by you so that I can guarantee that you stay in my life. Between that and my borrowing of your arse slaves, I should be safely involved with you at the level that suits both of us. Not soulmates or lovers, but…bedfellows,” Sherry bit her lower lip, a gesture that surprisingly made her look very submissive at the moment.
“So, you foresee this…bedfellows thing as being permanent,” I noted.
“Yes, by Jove! Very permanent. I want you to father all of my spawn…every last one of them. That could take years, you know. A lot of shagging for us, plenty of turns for you to be in my cunny,” Sherry winked, “think of all those years of breeding me, your saucy Indian tart, and no more of my being so cold or bossy with you. Think of getting to even plunder my naked arse…yes, you could bugger me, too. I’m tempted to sign a contract similar to theirs, in fact.”
“I thought that you gave anal only, not took it,” I observed.
“Oh, darling, that was when I wanted to enslave you! My slave hubby shall never get my arse, not to fuck at any rate. That’s an act reserved for other men. Too dominant for him and if he’s the right sort, he’d much rather worship my arse than do anything that might hurt it. I shall peg him, however. Anal in my marriage shall only be him taking it from my strap-on, not him plundering my bum,” Sherry laughed, licking her succulent lips and let her lovely, swarthy face tell me volumes more than what she said.
“You’re not seriously considering signing a contract like that, are you?” I asked Sherry, wondering how much she meant what she had said.
“Oh, yes, by George, I am! Why do you ask?” Sherry asked me.
“Because you would no longer have control of the sort of situation that you just described. If I told you to bend over and let your slave hubby, as you put it, fuck you in the bum, you’d be expected to comply…and bareback to boot, and I might do just that,” I warned her of what it could entail.
“Fair enough, and in that case, I would comply and the usual rules of such a wife-led marriage would be suspended, darling. I have to confess that this whole thing…well it scares me, but it also has me wetter and more turned-on by you than I ever was while we dated,” Sherry said as she gave me a serious lip lock.
“Well, you should think long and hard about this, just as I encouraged Brittany and Rich to do. This is not some game. If I own your ass, I will use it for my pleasure. I will use it hard, too. Perhaps you’re not as Domme as you thought. If so, perhaps you should consider getting back with me and being my slave while topping someone else. Just a thought,” I mused.
“Darling, if I came back to you, it wouldn’t be as your wife…or even your girlfriend in a normal sense. It would mean coming back to you as your…pet, as it were. Your personal fuck toy…plaything. To me, well, it’s hard to explain, but I think of marriage in its present form as something increasingly matriarchal or fem dom, I guess. It’s just the way that marriage is headed and a lot of men are avoiding it for that reason. The man is tamed, domesticated, you see. Look at this Rich guy, from how you described him. His wife gets to take a hard cock up the bum and his idea of equal time and fairness is to take one, too. Maybe it was his idea, but if he has no ideas of fucking a girl in the arse, well, I’d peg him as a bottom and a bit of a sub, wouldn’t you?” Sherry laughed.
“So…if you came back to me, it would be as my submissive partner, if you will,” I sought clarity.
“Well, now that I know what you’re capable of, love, I couldn’t be content with anything less than having you top me and use me for your pleasure first…ahead of my own. It’s so much easier if I’m not your good lady wife, but your slut. Your slave, really. Let’s not kid ourselves. This is outside of my normal comfort zone, but that’s fine with me. I still want to dominate a man, or maybe two or more men, but they would need to understand that you have rights that they don’t have. That being said, I wouldn’t mind visiting you and catering to your every last whim. Just don’t expect me to live with you. I need to control my own flat or house, have that private domain, you see. Don’t expect me to cook or clean, either, on my visits. I’d bring over my little subbie boy toys and have them do that for you instead,” Sherry explained as she poured herself some of my favorite Scotch and drank it neat…another remind of just how British she was.