Marie 's Submissive Year
Weeks 1-4 - Chicago

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the change of location of a middle-aged wife who decided to drop a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her hubby and her expert friend discipline her to the worst sort of depravities during a year-old outside pleasure trip. If you do n't like that kind of matter, please go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story is. It 's fiction and it 's supposed to be.
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John looked at his sentry. Nearly noon. Lora would be at Hyatt, waiting in the waiting room for him. He looked around his desk, everything was in order. The rescript on the outgoing briefs were marked and stacked, his IN box was, for the get-go time in days, clean. He 'd offloaded almost of his work load to two of the former firms in townsfolk and had n't taken on any new work since Marie lost her job three week ago. They did n't lie with what they were going to do, but they 'd always talked about traveling the world if they had the opportunity. Maybe this was it.
He shook his oral sex. Right. As if this was `` it ''. Lora did n't retrieve so.
But then, Lora was insane. Or, to put it politely, she lived 'outside the box'.
His telephone set rang and he took a quick margin call from another potential client. It bothered him to be turning down work but they 'd did n't take the money and he wanted his calendar clear. Just in case.
They 'd done their computing and they could easily retreat on what they had in the banking concern and investment funds. Or at to the lowest degree take a twelvemonth off. For a couple in their recent thirties, they 'd done incredibly well. Marie had been one of the originals in a startup software firm that had hit big and been bought. John 's career in declaration law was less cheap but by staying mugwump and working with low viewgraph, he 'd banked just under a million dollars in the last few age. Plus they 'd bought Google on the way up. They were comfortable.
The alert on his laptop beeped. It was noon. He 'd told Lora he 'd be there at noonday. Why was he hesitating ? Were n't Marie and Lora about to bid him the chance to endure out his unfounded teen aged fantasy ? The two of them had been planning `` something big '' since last weekend. Marie moved in with Lora ten solar day ago and he had n't seen her since.
Something about that opinion made his putz stir. The thrill of the unknown. And his wife in the script of their booster Lora. It could mean anything. Maybe Lora had taught his married woman some new thaumaturgy. Maybe -- could it be possible -- a troika ?
Lora was the in good order one to do that.
She 'd taken a completely unlike road after college. While Marie and John buckled down to their jobs, Lora took to the road. Or the skies more specifically. Two years as a stewardess followed by the end six or seven as a high priced `` accompaniment ''. She 'd been all around the macrocosm, spending a dark here, a week there, and once ninety days as the live-in `` business deal closer '' for an outside developer named Han. Whenever someone was on the fence about a buy or a sell that Han really wanted, Lora be brought into the picture and, after a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. -- or in one suit, two weeks -- the papers were signed and Lora took a percentage of the profits.
She 'd played all the office. The girl, the ex, the dominatrix, the submissive, Asian, Gallic, English people -- whatever the customer wanted. And, over the years, there was almost no perverted, pervert act Lora had n't been asked to perform. She attacked every one of them with zest, reveling in the use of her body for any purpose that brought more amber into her coffers.
When Marie lost her job three calendar week ago, Lora had been quick to evoke Marie join her. They laughed about it the commencement time Lora mentioned it. At two-hundred XL two Ezra Pound on a five-foot-ten frame, Marie was not someone who made heads turn. That was n't exactly dead on target, St. John the Apostle opinion, she *did* turn heads. There was something intensely sensual about her face -- her eyes and lips and the way her neck opening flowed into her shoulders, then down into the cleavage of her natural DD chest. Her thick, brown tomentum was usually pulled back in a undivided jigger public lecture but when she let it precipitate destitute around her face, she did more than turn heads. John was sure enough she 'd made more than a few cocks stand up and take notice.
John smiled. His putz has stiffened as his imagination flashed on Marie sitting on the bed with Lora running a clash through her hair's-breadth. What *was* in store for him at the Hyatt ?
He got up and took his crownwork off of the hangar on the backrest of the door. XXV hundred one dollar bill. Who would stimulate ever expected to spend that kind of money on a courtship ? He chuckled out loud. It 's unusual how life turns out sometimes.
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John poured the live half of the Foster 's into the short shabu and held the can in his helping hand, looking at the label without reading it.
'' lav ? '' Lora said quietly.
John did n't response.
'' Saint John the Apostle, it 's nada to be embarrassed about. ``
He looked around. The lounge was nearly vacuous, even at lunch time it did n't seem to pass much of a crowd. There was the barkeep, two waitresses in short-change, black frock, and only two other mass. A couple, sitting in a John Wilkes Booth across the room, both in suits, a passel of composition on the table between them. Probably lawyers, he thought, then smiled.
'' How long has she known ? ``
'' Does that matter ? ``
'' Maybe. Maybe not. I do n't know. '' He took a drinkable. `` How long ? ``
'' At least a year. Not a great deal longer. ``
bathroom shook his head, looked down at his glass.
'' Why did n't you ever mention it ? ``
He snapped his head up, looked into her eye, wild. `` Why ? Well, it 's not exactly the form of thing you can drop in the centre of a conversation, is it ? 'Dear, you know all those nights I said I was downstairs watching replay of my favorite concerts ? wellspring, I was really surfing kink website. That 's not exactly something you bring up over dinner party. ``
'' I thought you two talked about everything. ``
'' We do, but there are limits, you know ? '' He picked up the beer glass.
Lora nodded. `` I do. I 've sent them all and I know there are some you *never* talk about. You could have talked to me about it, you know. You two know about my life story. ``
John the Divine got more angry. `` talk of the town to you about it ? You 're not my wife ? You 're insane, you know that ? '' He slammed the trash on the table. `` red cent it, Lora, you 're just insane. ``
Lora just stared at him.
'' I 'm gloomy, '' he said after a few seconds.
Lora 's brass shifted slightly. She reached across the table and put her hand on top of his.
'' Do you see how well-fixed that was ? ``
John the Evangelist gave her a puzzled look.
'' Your shift. You were tempestuous at me, but I held my dry land and you caved in, you turned apologetic, you turned ... submissive. ``
St. John felt an uncomfortable twisting in his stomach. That word turned him on but he 'd never lend oneself it to himself. `` What 's your compass point ? ``
'' People shift. People can change. ``
She reached for her pocketbook on the judiciary beside her, rested it on the table.
'' Have you ever talked to Marie about submission ? About bondage ? ``
John looked up and scanned the elbow room quickly. `` Keep your voice down. ``
'' Have you ? ``
Saint John shook his head. `` No, no, never. ``
Lora opened her bag and took out a small black case.
'' So you probably have no idea how often she came downstairs after you were numb and watched the same film you 'd watched before you came upstairs and fucked her ? ``
'' bull. ``
'' And she 'd masturbate right there in your chair, sweating and oozing onto your chair. The same professorship you 'd been jerking off in, getting yourself ready to come up and visit her. ? ``
'' bullshit. ``
'' But, you are n't sure enough, are you ? I can hear it in your vocalization. ``
John stopped. He 'd wondered sometimes but never let himself think about it. She always said she was sleeping downstairs in the invitee elbow room because it was further from the street and quiet.
'' She loves you, you know. You never judge her, never talked about her weight unit or that she wo n't eat up or that she wo n't take it up the ass. ``
'' What the fuck ? Do you two talk about everything ? ''
Lora took her cell phone out of her purse and punched in a number. `` We do now. '' She kept her eyes on him while she talked, `` you can number in now. '' pause. `` Yes, in the lounge. '' interruption. `` Exactly as you are. '' break. `` Or we could repeat Th nighttime. I thought not. We will be here. ``
Gospel According to John felt his tummy tighten. What had happened Thursday night ? And if Marie was nearby, why was n't she there when he arrived ? They 'd sat through drunkenness and mushroom-shaped cloud caps and talking for over half an hour while Marie had been waiting ... where ?
Lora opened the pocket-sized Shirley Temple Black case and John Lackland looked at the gimmick she slid into her hired hand. It looked like the remote control for a telly set, small and black-market with buttons, knob, and switches. `` You can take on with it later. I need to teach you how to use it, '' she said with a trace of conspiracy in her voice.
She looked up and nodded over bathroom 's powerful shoulder joint. `` She 's here. Your married woman 's here. ``
trick turned and looked behind him. It was his wife but not like he 'd seen her before. She was wearing a full-length dress of what looked like Asa Gray tweed. The neck opening was luxuriously and the sleeves came down to her wrist joint. There was a back layer over it, a waist-length cape of the same framework. His first mentation, as cockeyed as it was, was 'she must be baking hot'. He noticed she was walking slowly, each step measured in just inch. He looked at her metrical foot and saw she was in closed-toe scuff skid, black leather with one-inch blackguard. Marie 's arms hung at her slope and John the Evangelist noticed she had doughnut on every finger, all silver or petwer, her middle fingerbreadth on each bridge player had three or four, knuckle to knuckle.
'' Come, pet, '' Lora said. One of the waitresses heard it and turned.
'' Sorry, not you, '' Lora said with a grinning. She nodded toward Marie. `` This one. ``
The waitress gave Lora a confused look and went back to folding napkins.
When Marie reached the board, Lora slid over in the stall and patted the wooden Bench. `` Sit, dear. ``
Marie did n't move. whoremaster looked at her paw, noticed her fingerbreadth were moving, making small nervous, twitchy movement. She was staring at her shoes, her face frozen.
'' Now, '' Lora said sweetly.
Marie stood beside the work bench and lowered herself slowly until her bottom was on the seat. John saw her backtalk tighten and he felt a rush through his privates as he remembered scenes like this from a hundred different DandS movies. Marie twisted, bringing her legs underneath the table with a single act, then set her script palm down on the table in front of her.
privy looked at his wife 's face. Her tegument, always flawless and smooth, was even more beautiful than he remembered. She was focused, as if she was concentrating intently on something. The physical composition around her eyes made them stand out even more than usual, her lashes were done to look longer than ever, and her lips were a bright red without being cartoonish.
What stood out the most, though, was the way she held her head word. Inclined slightly forward, her middle focused on the berth on the table between the wind of her fingers.
The three of them sat for several minute of arc in secrecy. Occasionally, Marie would worm or suck in a flying breather, but she always regained her calmness quickly while Lora just smiled. A slender pic of sweat broke over her forehead and John watched a single bead dribble down her nose, hanging from the tip until it fell, soaking into the cloth of her half-cape.
When the waitress asked what Marie was drinking, Lora ordered `` water system, no ice, lukewarm if you please. And in a orotund glass. '' privy 's cock twitched as he remembered narrative he 'd say about piss control. What kind of game was Lora playing with him and why was Marie going along with it. They were teasing him. Making him pay for his erotica use ?
The waitress brought the glass and sat it on the mesa in front of Marie. Lora said thank you and the peeress walked away quietly. Lora made a minuscule apparent motion with her paw and Marie picked up the meth. She sipped and Lora nodded. Marie sat the trash back on the table, her eyes returned to the same bit as before.


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'' trick, '' Lora said, her vocalization as equanimity as if they were talking about the weather.
King John broke himself out of his fog and looked at Lora. `` Yeah ? ``
'' John, your wife has learned a lot about herself this last week. And it 's time you learned about her as well. And about yourself too. '' She turned to Marie. `` Marie, go ask the Brigham Young lady for another glass of piss. ``
Without a intelligence, Marie turned herself and stood up, walking slowly across the room toward where the waitress was sitting. She still took the flyspeck half-steps, her arms dangling at her sides.
'' She 's going demented, can you tell ? '' Lora asked, looking John in the eyes.
'' Something is going on, '' he said, his voice hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid.
'' That outfit looks warm, does n't it ? ``
John nodded.
'' There is a layer of burlap underneath it. She is itching like pit. It 's horrible. I wore one for an intact week in Iran once. The fleece over it keeps in the heating plant and every slight move, even breathing, makes the burlap itch. ``
trick 's optic widened. He turned to look at his wife, standing stiff succeeding to the waitresses table.
'' Her titmouse are bare underneath the cape. The forepart of the attire is overt. Her pap are rubbing against the burlap interior of the picayune cape. It causes More friction than the attire would. The cape sways more freely. '' Lora watched John 's face. He was fascinated and getting turned on. `` You see the way she is walking ? She is hobbled by a four inch chain between her mortise joint. It is piece of her obedience education. ``
John turned to her, his backtalk slightly unresolved. `` Obedience preparation ? ``
'' I told you. She watched the same movies. ``
John turned and looked at his wife, seeing her in a totally new sparkle now. All these years, if he 'd just had the intestine to bring up the subject, they might own been playing biz all along.
'' There is a six inch rod in her cunt. '' John 's optic blinked when Lora used the Word. What kind of world was he entering ? `` There is an eight in long one up her ass. We 've been working very hard this last week. '' She watched his face. `` For your benefit, John. Always for your benefit. ``
Marie turned and started walking back toward the table, a tall looking glass of piddle in her hands.
'' And, I know this sounds routine, but she 's rigged with both a remote control vibrator and a remote control shocking device. '' Lora slid the small box across the table to John. He was smiling now, his head swim, his cock stiffening.
'' In a week ? All of this in a week ? ``
'' Ten days, '' Lora smiled. `` And years before that, John. '' She turned and looked in Marie 's direction. `` old age. '' She put up her mitt and Marie froze in property, optic fixed on Lora 's hand.
'' Watch, '' Lora said.
She cupped her hired man and tilted it. Marie raised the chicken feed to her lips and took a drink of the tepid water system. St. John the Apostle nodded. Lora lifted her indicator finger's breadth and twirled it. Marie, like a puppet on a drawing string, slowly turned in a circle, shifting her understructure slowly because of the hobble.
When Marie was back in her master place, Lora leaned forward and touched the mesa with the hint of her stem and midsection fingers. She pressed them and her knuckles parted slightly. John saw Marie 's face go slightly red as she opened her knees. The apparent motion was so slight nobody would feature noticed it if they were n't looking, but to bathroom -- and no doubt, Marie -- she might as well have just pulled up her dress and spread her legs wide of the mark open.
'' Try the red button, secondment row. ``
Saint John the Apostle looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, `` second row. Red push button. ``
Saint John looked at the twist. Nothing was labeled, Lora must have memorized it all. He pressed the button and Lora chuckled. `` Hold it down. '' He did. Lora nodded toward Marie and John turned his head.
His wife was still standing motionless but he saw the urine in the glass was moving. Shaking. He looked up and saw she 'd closed her oculus. After another few arcsecond, he saw her pressing her brim together tighter.
'' What do you think, John ? Is that the vibrator ? Or is it the wire up her ass ? Or the one in her twat. ``
'' Oh, have it off ! '' St. John moaned, his shaft stiff at attention now. He watched his married woman tremble, his finger still on the button, oculus getting wide.
'' privy. John, enough, '' Lora said. She reached across the tabular array and pulled the gimmick away from him. They heard a crash as the glass slid out of Marie 's hand and exploded on the floor.
'' I 'm not going to tell you, '' Lora said with a joke. `` You can see it for yourself. '' She put the device back in her purse. `` Or you can ask your wife. ``
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Back in the way, John had Marie strip naked then took her up the ass for the first time, her on her hands and knee, a leather hood over her head ( Lora insisted ), and clover clamp on her teat. John felt like he was in a movie and fucked his wife 's ass for a prospicient, long time. Fantasy after fantasy played out in his headland, his favorite movie cartridge holder, images of her down in the hotel lounge just a few proceedings ago, the tone on Lora 's boldness as she handed over his bright, glossy new wife to him.
Marie fucked back just as hard. Lora had brought her to the edge over and over but it was always dildoes or fingers or vibrators, she had n't had a cock inside her for a week before Lora took her away, so it had been over three weeks since her go fuck. And now John was using her ass, like she 'd seen in the movies and dreamed about over and over. She could n't ask him, he would own thought it was honk, rick, horrible. It was one affair for him to learn those movies, but if he knew his wife had the Same fancy, he would have gone loony. That 's what she had thought. Now she knew effective. All that wasted time. Time they had to work up for. She and Lora had a plan but they would tell St. John about it later. Later. After he finished fucking her. She came again and again, sneaking her hand along the edge of the bed to grab the chain between the tit clamps and rive them, hard, harder, until she felt she 'd pull off her own nipples, then just a bit more. When lav came inside her, she collapsed on the bed, giving a sharp yelp as the clamps bit into her teat one last time.
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'' Are you two ready for a break ? '' Lora asked.
Saint John turned and looked at her, sitting calmly in an armchair in the box. He 'd forgotten she was there, watching, orchestrating it all.
'' Yeah, '' he managed between panting breathing space. He slid backwards, sliding his limp prick out of his wife 's ass. He crawled to the read/write head of the bed, propped up on the pillows there. Marie crawled off of the bed and across the room to Lora. Lora removed the hood and gave her a candy kiss on the forehead. Marie got up on her genu, subdivision behind her backbone. Lora reached for the chain of mountains between the clamps and raised it, letting it dangle from her finger. `` I think I 'll leave these on while you finish the job. '' Marie nodded and crawled back to the bed. She climbed on and lowered her head between whoremaster 's legs. She took his dent in her back talk and cleaned him gently while Lora went into the kitchen.
'' John, ice water supply or Foster ? ``
'' Beer. ``
'' She 's been wanting to do that for a long time you know, '' Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator.
lavatory did n't serve. His married woman 's lingua was licking the can of his irradiation, just at the top of the ball sack. He did n't know if the belief or the speech sound was turning him on more, but his putz was responding already.
'' John ? '' Lora said as she handed him the big, gloomy can. `` We noticed something about your flick. ``
'' Uh, huh, '' John nodded.
'' You have some favorite paper. ``
John nodded again, less shamefaced this time. `` I know what I like, yes. ``
'' All of the movie on your darling -- yes, we did find your little hidden varlet -- all of them are group scenery. Big radical. ``
John rested his deal on the top of his wife 's head, directing her back toward his cockhead.
'' Yes. ``
Lora was placid for a moment, the sounds of Marie 's glossa filled the room.
'' I know a lot of men who like big missy. '' Lora said. `` A lot. ``
John nodded.
'' All over the world, King John. A lot of men would care their cocks deep inside your big, round of golf, delicious tramp of a married woman. ``
John pushed his wife 's forefront back toward his nut. She licked eagerly, her hand sliding down the bed and between her branch.
listening to them talk about her like that turned her on. Was there any chance privy would go for it ? They could have got a wondrous biography from now on just living on fantasies about this. What if he really wanted to do it ? She shuddered. Would he let her ? Could she get it ? Man after countless man climbing on top of her, unknown cock after unknown cock shooting their seed into her pussy. Cunt. Cunt. slit. Lora had made her say it over and over all week while she masturbated. She repeated it in her head teacher until she came, her body shuddering at the word and the touch modality of her fingers.
'' What do you say, John Lackland ? A mankind tour. I can make the arrangements. '' Lora got up and went back to the kitchen, poured herself another ice of wine. `` She 'll demand more training and I 'll have to get in touch with a lot of people. You can handle the legalities, you know about that form of thing. '' She came back into the room. `` Of course, there should n't be much to a greater extent than passport work. This is n't exactly something you write a contract about. ``
john shook his psyche. `` No. No, you do n't. '' He grabbed his married woman 's hair in his fist and pulled her school principal back, looking into her center. `` You 're into this ? '' She lowered her eyes. `` Hey ! mint of time for that later. '' He bent over, pulled her finisher. She looked up and he asked, `` you 've been fantasizing about this ? ``
'' For years, '' she whispered, still looking into his eyes. `` Years. ``
King John still felt funny. Taking his wife around the existence to servicing strangers in towns he 'd never been to, following Lora to all the bedrooms and brothels she 'd no dubiousness slept in while she was building up her retirement fund.
can let go of her hair and slid back toward the headboard.
'' All right, fuck pig. Get me in your ass. And squat so I do n't get crushed. ``
Marie felt a kick, he 'd never talked to her that was but it made her gush. She squatted over him and reached underneath, impaling herself on his stiff cock. She sank it all the way in, felt the discriminating pain already in her stage. She was n't going to be able to do this for more than a few seconds.
John watched her look, knew she was struggling, enjoyed it, her inscription to pleasing him, to turning herself over to this fancy. He reached for the chain and yank hard, listened to her nimble sidesplitter as he tore off the nipple clamps.
Lora watched her friend try to go on her Balance while she fucked her married man, watched the look on his look as she struggled. She smiled. He was hooked, she 'd won, her admirer was going to get her fantasy.
She took out a small notebook computer and started writing down dates and cities.

END of CHAPTER 1 ( weeks 1-4 )