A Fragile Wife
So for her husband to sit there, commenting on his wife’s growing dominance around another woman, told her everything she needed to know about this situation.
“Show me your tits.”
Lana curled her fingers over the edge of the sofa as Grace pulled down the front of her little black dress and showed them the goods they’d seen a million times. Sure enough, those tiny brown dots she called nipples were there – and hardly excited to say hello.
“You don’t look excited for us to be here,” Lana said, bathing in the attention her husband suddenly gave her. “What’s going on with those little nubs of yours? Make them hard.”
Grace bowed her head and inspected her own nipples. “I don’t know why, ma’am. I always look forward to your visits.”
“Do you think I give a shit? Those nipples are soft and I want them hard. Get to it.”
Her husband’s hand had a death grip on her knee. When she covertly slipped her hand between his legs, she discovered him half erect already.
“Yes, ma’am.”
While Grace deferred to Lana and stimulated herself, the woman in charge pretended to be disinterested to keep up her Domme façade. In truth, she was interested. In everything.
Grace was becoming aroused before her very eyes. Not to mention her husband, who would be on the verge of wanting to do them both within a few more minutes. As for Lana? She came here expecting kinky sex. She was wet when she walked through the front door.
“Look at this slut, Kenneth,” Lana said, squeezing her husband’s cock. “I don’t know how we’re not bored with her yet. We’ve taken her every which way. The both of us.”
“Thank you for the reminder.”
Yeah, I bet you needed it. Lana rarely knew how a night at the Château would turn out. Sometimes she came in with whips blazing, pushing both her husband and mistress around in an attempt to cuckold them both. Other times she begged for Ken to fuck both her and Grace as if they were nothing to him. Once in a blue moon they both took Grace at the same time – and once, when Ken was one of the most relaxed his wife had ever seen him, he let her peg him in front of someone else. It’s a good thing we pay this woman to be silent. Not that half the kink scene didn’t know the Andrews took it in all their holes from each other, but still…
“You keep her around because you like her, Bunny.” Ken kissed his wife’s throat. “I picked her out with only you in mind.”
True. Ken had his fill of the mistress first, months ago. It had been a kink of theirs for some time, and when the Château opened, it seemed like the perfect time to fulfill the fantasy. When the announcement came that Monica was hosting an opening weekend for prospective patrons to get to know the girls, Lana practically demanded that her husband go up and try one out. It was one of the only times they had sex with others separately.
Lana was not surprised when she met Grace. She was everything she liked in a submissive woman. In fact, she was informed by multiple sources that Grace was a natural submissive, whereas other girls at the Château preferred to dominate. Lana didn’t need that competition. If she were getting a mistress with her husband, then that young woman’s job was to be their toy.
Young, perky, obedient, and willing to take whatever they threw at her. If Lana wasn’t careful, Grace would end up falling in love with them both. Bad enough they had rented her for the weekend more than once to keep her chained up in their bedroom, ready to serve either one of them whenever they wanted. Those are wild weekends.
Now, however, she only had one thing in mind.
“What do you think, Husband? Is she pretty enough?”
The growl vibrating against her skin was so animalistic that she nearly feared Ken turning her over on the couch and fucking her right there. That’s not allowed in here, Kenny. We need to go upstairs. “You both are,” he said.
“I’m talking about her, though.” Lana gestured to the breasts on display before them. “Do you want to fuck those tits? Don’t think I’d mind seeing you come all over them.”
Grace sucked in her breath, which only made her breasts more prominent.