Marie 's submissive twelvemonth
Weeks 1-4 - Chicago

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admonition and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the travelling of a middle-aged married woman who decided to expend a yr exploring her long-repressed submissive side of meat. Her married man and her good Quaker subject her to the speculative kinds of depravities during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that sort of thing, delight go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story is. It 's fabrication and it 's supposed to be.
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Gospel According to John looked at his watch. Nearly noon. Lora would be at Hyatt, waiting in the lounge for him. He looked around his desk, everything was in order of magnitude. The revise on the outgoing briefs were marked and stacked, his IN box was, for the first sentence in eld, clean and jerk. He 'd offloaded most of his workload to two of the early firms in town and had n't taken on any new employment since Marie lost her job three workweek ago. They did n't eff what they were going to do, but they 'd always spill the beans about traveling the world if they had the opportunity. Maybe this was it.
He shook his head. Right. As if this was `` it ''. Lora did n't opine so.
But then, Lora was insane. Or, to put it politely, she lived 'outside the box'.
His phone rang and he took a quick telephone call from another voltage node. It bothered him to be turning down work but they 'd did n't necessitate the money and he wanted his calendar realize. Just in case.
They 'd done their calculation and they could easily move back on what they had in the savings bank and investments. Or at to the lowest degree take a class off. For a couple in their belatedly XXX, 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 flashy but by staying independent and working with low overhead, he 'd deposit just under a million dollars in the net few years. Plus they 'd bought Google on the way up. They were comfortable.
The alarm on his laptop beeped. It was noon. He 'd told Lora he 'd be there at midday. Why was he hesitating ? Were n't Marie and Lora about to put up him the chance to go out his waste teen aged fantasies ? The two of them had been planning `` something big '' since lastly weekend. Marie moved in with Lora ten twenty-four hours ago and he had n't seen her since.
Something about that thought made his dick stir. The flush of the unknown. And his wife in the hands of their friend Lora. It could have in mind anything. Maybe Lora had taught his wife some new prank. Maybe -- could it be possible -- a three ?
Lora was the right one to do that.
She 'd taken a completely different road after college. While Marie and John buckled down to their jobs, Lora took to the route. Or the skies more specifically. Two class as a hostess followed by the go six or seven as a high priced `` date ''. She 'd been all around the cosmos, spending a dark here, a week there, and once ninety days as the live-in `` hatful closer '' for an international developer named Han. Whenever someone was on the fence about a buy or a sell that Han really wanted, Lora be brought into the characterization and, after a few days -- or in one case, two weeks -- the papers were signed and Lora took a percentage of the profits.
She 'd played all the roles. The girlfriend, the ex-wife, the dominatrix, the submissive, Asian, French, English -- whatever the client wanted. And, over the class, there was almost no demoralise, pervert act Lora had n't been asked to perform. She attacked every one of them with gusto, reveling in the use of her consistency for any purpose that brought more atomic number 79 into her coffers.
When Marie lost her job three hebdomad ago, Lora had been prompt to suggest Marie join her. They laughed about it the initiatory time Lora mentioned it. At two-hundred 40 two pounds on a five-foot-ten bod, Marie was not someone who made heads turn. That was n't exactly true, lav thinking, she *did* good turn brain. There was something intensely sensual about her typeface -- her oculus 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 University haircloth was usually pulled back in a single crib talk but when she let it fall free around her face, she did Sir Thomas More than good turn heads. John was sure she 'd made more than a few pecker stand up and have notice.
whoremaster smiled. His cock has stiffened as his imagination flashed on Marie sitting on the bed with Lora running a light touch through her hair. What *was* in store for him at the Hyatt ?
He got up and took his jacket off of the repair shed on the vertebral column of the door. XXV hundred dollars. Who would have ever expected to expend that kind of money on a suit ? He chuckled out loud. It 's unknown how spirit turns out sometimes.
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privy poured the concluding half of the Foster 's into the unforesightful glass and held the can in his hand, looking at the recording label without reading it.
'' St. John the Apostle ? '' Lora said quietly.
John did n't response.
'' can, it 's naught to be embarrassed about. ``
He looked around. The lounge was nearly abandon, even at dejeuner clip it did n't seem to draw much of a crowd. There was the bartender, two waitresses in short, black dresses, and only two early multitude. A pair, sitting in a booth across the way, both in suits, a stack of papers on the table between them. Probably attorney, he thought, then smiled.
'' How long has she known ? ``
'' Does that matter ? ``
'' Maybe. Maybe not. I do n't be intimate. '' He took a drunkenness. `` How long ? ``
'' At least a year. Not much longer. ``
John shook his chief, looked down at his glass.
'' Why did n't you ever mention it ? ``
He snapped his chief up, looked into her optic, raging. `` Why ? Well, it 's not exactly the form of thing you can shed in the middle of a conversation, is it ? 'Dear, you know all those nights I said I was downstairs watching replays of my pet concerts ? Well, I was really surfing kink web site. That 's not exactly something you bring up over dinner. ``
'' I thought you two talked about everything. ``
'' We do, but there are limit point, 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 take talked to me about it, you know. You two know about my sprightliness. ``
King John got more angry. `` talking to you about it ? You 're not my wife ? You 're insane, you know that ? '' He slammed the glass on the table. `` hoot it, Lora, you 're just insane. ``
Lora just stared at him.
'' I 'm sorry, '' he said after a few seconds.
Lora 's face shifted slightly. She reached across the tabular array and put her script on top of his.
'' Do you see how well-situated that was ? ``
John gave her a puzzled look.
'' Your shift. You were angry at me, but I held my solid ground and you caved in, you turned apologetic, you turned ... submissive. ``
John felt an uncomfortable plait in his stomach. That Holy Scripture turned him on but he 'd never applied it to himself. `` What 's your point in time ? ``
'' citizenry shift. multitude can change. ``
She reached for her purse on the bench beside her, rested it on the table.
'' Have you ever talked to Marie about Submission ? About thralldom ? ``
John looked up and scanned the elbow room quickly. `` hold back your voice down. ``
'' Have you ? ``
John shook his head. `` No, no, never. ``
Lora opened her purse and took out a small black case.
'' So you probably have no estimate how often she came downstairs after you were asleep and watched the Saame movie you 'd watched before you came upstairs and fucked her ? ``
'' crap. ``
'' And she 'd wank right there in your chair, sweating and oozing onto your chairperson. The like chair you 'd been jerking off in, getting yourself set to come up and visit her. ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' But, you are n't sure, are you ? I can hear it in your voice. ``
John Lackland stopped. He 'd wondered sometimes but never let himself imagine 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 or that she wo n't swallow or that she wo n't engage it up the ass. ``
'' What the fuck ? Do you two talk about everything ? ''
Lora took her cell telephone set out of her pocketbook and punched in a number. `` We do now. '' She kept her center on him while she talked, `` you can come in now. '' Pause. `` Yes, in the waiting area. '' break. `` Exactly as you are. '' pause. `` Or we could ingeminate Thursday dark. I thought not. We will be here. ``
St. John felt his stomach tighten. What had happened Th night ? And if Marie was nearby, why was n't she there when he arrived ? They 'd sat through boozing and mushroom cloud capital and talking for over half an hr while Marie had been waiting ... where ?
Lora opened the small Negro fount and John looked at the device she slid into her hand. It looked like the remote ascendancy for a television set, small and black with push button, knobs, and transposition. `` You can wreak with it later. I need to teach you how to use it, '' she said with a tinge of conspiracy in her voice.
She looked up and nodded over whoremaster 's proper shoulder. `` She 's here. Your wife 's here. ``
John turned and looked behind him. It was his married woman but not like he 'd seen her before. She was wearing a full-length dress of what looked the like Louis Harold Gray flannel. The neck was richly and the arm came down to her articulatio radiocarpea. There was a indorse layer over it, a waist-length cape of the Saami fabric. His first persuasion, as silly as it was, was 'she must be baking hot'. He noticed she was walking slowly, each step measured in just inches. He looked at her metrical foot and saw she was in closed-toe mule shoe, black leather with one-inch hound. Marie 's coat of arms hung at her sides and bathroom noticed she had hoop on every digit, all silver medal or petwer, her eye finger on each script 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 smile. She nodded toward Marie. `` This one. ``
The waitress gave Lora a disoriented tone and went back to folding napkins.
When Marie reached the tabular array, Lora slid over in the booth and patted the wooden work bench. `` Sit, beloved. ``
Marie did n't impress. King John looked at her bridge player, noticed her fingers were moving, making belittled nervous, twitchy apparent motion. She was staring at her brake shoe, her expression frozen.
'' Now, '' Lora said sweetly.
Marie stood beside the bench and lowered herself slowly until her arse was on the tail. John saw her oral fissure tighten and he felt a spate through his crotch as he remembered scenes like this from a hundred different DandS film. Marie twisted, bringing her peg underneath the board with a 1 routine, then set her hands palm down on the table in front of her.
John looked at his wife 's grimace. Her peel, always flawless and smooth, was even more beautiful than he remembered. She was focused, as if she was concentrating intently on something. The makeup 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 straits. Inclined slightly forward, her middle focused on the fleck on the board between the tips of her fingers.
The three of them sat for several min in secrecy. Occasionally, Marie would squirm or suck in a ready breath, but she always regained her composure quickly while Lora just smiled. A slim down flick of sweat broke over her frontal bone and John watched a single beadwork drip down her pry, hanging from the tip until it fell, soaking into the fabric 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 with child trash. '' john 's stopcock twitched as he remembered storey he 'd register about weewee ascendance. What kind of plot was Lora playing with him and why was Marie going along with it. They were teasing him. Making him pay for his porn habit ?
The waitress brought the glass and sat it on the table in front of Marie. Lora said thank you and the lady walked away quietly. Lora made a belittled apparent motion with her hand and Marie picked up the glass. She sipped and Lora nodded. Marie sat the ice back on the tabular array, her middle returned to the like spot as before.


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'' John, '' Lora said, her voice as composure as if they were talking about the weather.
John broke himself out of his fog and looked at Lora. `` Yeah ? ``
'' John, your married woman has learned a lot about herself this lastly hebdomad. And it 's time you learned about her as well. And about yourself too. '' She turned to Marie. `` Marie, go ask the young lady for another glass of weewee. ``
Without a Holy Writ, Marie turned herself and stood up, walking slowly across the way toward where the waitress was sitting. She still took the flyspeck half-steps, her arms dangling at her sides.
'' She 's going crazy, can you tell apart ? '' Lora asked, looking John in the eyes.
'' Something is going on, '' he said, his interpreter hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid.
'' That outfit looks strong, does n't it ? ``
Saint John the Apostle nodded.
'' There is a layer of burlap underneath it. She is itching like hell on earth. It 's atrocious. I wore one for an entire week in Persia once. The woolen over it keeps in the warmth and every slight move, even breathing, makes the burlap itchiness. ``
John Lackland 's oculus widened. He turned to look at his married woman, standing stiff next to the waitresses table.
'' Her teat are bare underneath the mantle. The front of the dress is afford. Her pap are rubbing against the burlap inside of the minuscule ness. It causes more friction than the garb would. The cape sways more freely. '' Lora watched King John 's expression. He was fascinated and getting turned on. `` You see the way she is walking ? She is hobbled by a four inch range of mountains between her ankle. It is role of her obedience education. ``
John turned to her, his backtalk slightly open. `` Obedience training ? ``
'' I told you. She watched the same movies. ``
John turned and looked at his wife, seeing her in a altogether new light now. All these yr, if he 'd just had the grit to wreak up the field, they might make been playing game all along.
'' There is a six inch rod in her twat. '' John 's optic blinked when Lora used the parole. What variety of world was he entering ? `` There is an eight inch long one up her ass. We 've been working very hard this hold up calendar week. '' She watched his face. `` For your benefit, John the Divine. Always for your benefit. ``
Marie turned and started walking back toward the mesa, a tall shabu of body of water in her hands.
'' And, I know this sounds mundane, but she 's rigged with both a remote control condition vibrator and a remote command shocking device. '' Lora slid the small-scale box across the mesa to lavatory. He was smiling now, his heading swimming, his rooster stiffening.
'' In a week ? All of this in a hebdomad ? ``
'' Ten days, '' Lora smiled. `` And age before that, can. '' She turned and looked in Marie 's direction. `` old age. '' She put up her hired hand and Marie froze in blank space, eye fixed on Lora 's hand.
'' vigil, '' Lora said.
She cupped her hand and tilted it. Marie raised the glass to her mouth and took a swallow of the lukewarm pee. John nodded. Lora lifted her index finger and twirled it. Marie, like a puppet on a twine, slowly turned in a lap, shifting her animal foot slowly because of the hobble.
When Marie was back in her pilot berth, Lora leaned forward and touched the mesa with the baksheesh of her fore and center finger's breadth. She pressed them and her knuckles parted slightly. John saw Marie 's face go slightly red as she opened her stifle. The movement was so slight nobody would possess noticed it if they were n't looking, but to John -- and no dubiety, Marie -- she might as well have just pulled up her dress and spread her stage wide open.
'' Try the red clitoris, second row. ``
John looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, `` second row. Red clit. ``
John looked at the device. Nothing was labeled, Lora must have memorized it all. He pressed the button and Lora chuckled. `` accommodate it down. '' He did. Lora nodded toward Marie and John turned his head.
His wife was still standing motionless but he saw the piddle in the glass was moving. Shaking. He looked up and saw she 'd closed her center. After another few secondment, he saw her pressing her lips together tighter.
'' What do you think, John ? Is that the vibrator ? Or is it the wire up her ass ? Or the one in her pussy. ``
'' Oh, fuck ! '' privy moaned, his stopcock stiff at attention now. He watched his wife shiver, his finger still on the button, eyes getting wide.
'' can. John, enough, '' Lora said. She reached across the mesa and pulled the device away from him. They heard a clank as the trash slid out of Marie 's hand and exploded on the floor.
'' I 'm not going to recount you, '' Lora said with a laugh. `` You can figure it for yourself. '' She put the twist back in her purse. `` Or you can ask your married woman. ``
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backbone in the way, Saint John had Marie strip naked then took her up the ass for the kickoff clip, her on her hands and knees, a leather cowl over her head ( Lora insisted ), and clover clamp on her nipples. John felt like he was in a picture and fucked his married woman 's ass for a foresightful, long prison term. Fantasy after fantasy played out in his headway, his preferent pic clips, images of her down in the hotel waiting room just a few minutes ago, the look on Lora 's face as she handed over his shiny, shiny 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 finger's breadth or vibrators, she had n't had a cock inside her for a workweek before Lora took her away, so it had been over three hebdomad since her last fuck. And now John the Divine was using her ass, like she 'd seen in the moving-picture show and dreamed about over and over. She could n't ask him, he would have thought it was sick, twisted, atrocious. It was one matter for him to ascertain those movies, but if he knew his wife had the same fantasies, he would have gone crazy. That 's what she had thought. Now she knew skilful. All that wasted prison term. Time they had to make up for. She and Lora had a plan but they would tell lavatory about it later. Later. After he finished fucking her. She came again and again, sneaking her hand along the edge of the bed to snap up the chemical chain between the nipple clamps and pull them, hard, backbreaking, until she felt she 'd commit off her own nipples, then just a bit more. When John came inside her, she collapsed on the bed, giving a acute yelp as the clamps bit into her nipples one last time.
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'' Are you two gear up for a break ? '' Lora asked.
John turned and looked at her, sitting calmly in an armchair in the corner. He 'd forgotten she was there, watching, orchestrating it all.
'' Yeah, '' he managed between panting breaths. He slid backwards, sliding his limp prick out of his married woman 's ass. He crawled to the fountainhead of the bed, propped up on the pillows there. Marie crawled off of the bed and across the elbow room to Lora. Lora removed the hood and gave her a kiss on the brow. Marie got up on her articulatio genus, arms behind her back. Lora reached for the chain 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 straits between St. John the Apostle 's legs. She took his dick in her mouth and cleaned him gently while Lora went into the kitchen.
'' John the Divine, ice water or Fosters ? ``
'' Beer. ``
'' She 's been wanting to do that for a tenacious fourth dimension you know, '' Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator.
King John did n't answer. His wife 's tongue was licking the bottom of his shaft, just at the top of the testis dismissal. He did n't know if the feeling or the sound was turning him on more, but his prick was responding already.
'' bathroom ? '' Lora said as she handed him the big, drear can. `` We noticed something about your movies. ``
'' Uh, huh, '' John nodded.
'' You have some ducky themes. ``
John nodded again, to a lesser extent sheepish this time. `` I know what I like, yes. ``
'' All of the picture show on your favorite -- yes, we did find your little hidden page -- all of them are grouping scenes. Big grouping. ``
St. John the Apostle rested his deal on the top of his married woman 's capitulum, directing her rear toward his cockhead.
'' Yes. ``
Lora was quiet for a moment, the auditory sensation of Marie 's tongue filled the room.
'' I know a lot of men who like big girls. '' Lora said. `` A lot. ``
John nodded.
'' All over the world, Saint John. A lot of men would care their cocks deep inside your big, round, luscious hike of a married woman. ``
John pushed his wife 's capitulum back toward his bollock. She licked eagerly, her mitt sliding down the bed and between her legs.
Listening to them talk about her like that turned her on. Was there any opportunity whoremonger would go for it ? They could have a tremendous liveliness 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 guide it ? Man after countless man climbing on top of her, unusual cock after strange cock shooting their seed into her snatch. Cunt. twat. Cunt. Lora had made her say it over and over all week while she masturbated. She repeated it in her head until she came, her eubstance shuddering at the word and the touch of her fingers.
'' What do you say, John ? A world tour. I can clear the system. '' Lora got up and went back to the kitchen, poured herself another glass of vino. `` She 'll need Thomas More breeding and I 'll have to get in sense of touch with a lot of people. You can treat the legalities, you know about that sort of affair. '' She came back into the room. `` Of course, there should n't be much Thomas More than passport work. This is n't exactly something you write a contract bridge about. ``
John shook his head word. `` No. No, you do n't. '' He grabbed his wife 's tomentum in his fist and pulled her head back, looking into her eyes. `` You 're into this ? '' She lowered her center. `` Hey ! mint of prison term for that later. '' He bent over, pulled her closer. She looked up and he asked, `` you 've been fantasizing about this ? ``
'' For years, '' she whispered, still looking into his centre. `` year. ``
John still felt funny. Taking his married woman around the domain to table service strangers in towns he 'd never been to, following Lora to all the chamber and brothels she 'd no doubtfulness slept in while she was building up her retirement fund.
John let go of her hair's-breadth and slid back toward the headboard.
'' All right hand, fuck pig. Get me in your ass. And squat so I do n't get crushed. ``
Marie felt a rush, he 'd never utter to her that was but it made her gush. She squatted over him and reached underneath, impaling herself on his stiff shaft. She sank it all the way in, felt the piercing pain in the neck already in her peg. She was n't going to be able-bodied to do this for more than a few seconds.
King John watched her face, knew she was struggling, enjoyed it, her dedication to pleasing him, to turning herself over to this fantasy. He reached for the chain and yanked laborious, listened to her ready scream as he tore off the nipple clamps.
Lora watched her friend try to preserve her balance while she fucked her husband, watched the look on his brass as she struggled. She smiled. He was hooked, she 'd won, her champion was going to get her fantasy.
She took out a pocket-sized notebook and started writing down escort and cities.

END of CHAPTER 1 ( weeks 1-4 )