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she needed any. One look at her face and I could tell all her anxiety had dissolved. She was like a nervous actress led to the stage, only for her to bloom once the lights came up. She had a gleam in her eye, perhaps relishing the opportunity I had given her to dominate my husband. I’m afraid we let Stu brew for some time, before I eventually commanded him to turn around. The poor soul tried his best not to look at Karen, but he couldn’t resist a furtive glance in her direction. Obviously, he approved for his cock strained against the material of his sheer panties. I could see a small tell-tale wet patch where his precome had soaked through the thin fabric.
    ‘While Karen is in my house you are to afford her the same privileges as you afford me. Do you understand?’ It was a small piece of theatrics but it set the scene.
    Unable to talk because of the ball-gag in his mouth, Stu simply nodded his head. Karen took her cue and stepped forward. ‘OK, you putrid little worm, the first thing we need to do is to get rid of this distraction.’ On the word “this”, Karen grabbed hold of Stu’s cock. ‘But first, a little lesson in obedience. Turn around and place your hands on the wall.’
    Stu hesitated a moment. It was a moment too long for Karen. She dug her fingernails into his cock-flesh and gave him a cold smile. ‘Right now,’ she growled, ‘I don’t like delays!’ Stu realised she was deadly serious and dutifully took up a position against the wall.
    When Karen’s palm hit his arse, Stu yelped. My punishments had mainly taken the form of denial   not allowing him sexual gratification. Spanking was something new. Karen swatted him repeatedly, hard slaps alternating from buttock to buttock, the flimsy panties offering Stu no protection against the pain. Fortunately, his erection didn’t seem to care   the harder Karen hit him, the harder his cock became, until the bulge poked open-mouthed out of the top of his panties. ‘Well, Stuart,’ Karen said when she saw his enlarged state, ‘I guess that wasn’t the right lesson for you. Turn around and take off those panties before you ruin them!’ Stu looked from Karen to me, no doubt wondering in what new hell he had found himself. Still, he hurried to obey.
    ‘OK, let’s try something else,’ Karen said. She fell to her knees, took Stu’s erection in hand and kissed the dew-covered tip. ‘Wow, you are a big girl,’ she said. ‘I’m going to enjoy sucking this.’ Stu’s eyes grew wide when he realised what Karen intended. ‘Happy birthday,’ I said, for this was a rare treat indeed. I don’t mind falling to my knees occasionally, but generally object on the grounds of the submissive position it places me in. Karen didn’t seem to mind the duplicity of her actions. Nor did Stu! As she took more of him into her mouth, he closed his eyes   in bliss, no doubt. Yes, I felt a little jealous watching Karen suck my husband’s cock, but my jealousy was nothing compared with how horny watching them together had made me. It had taken some time to put my plan together, so I had visualised this encounter many times. I thought giving Stu away would excite me, but I never realised quite how much. I undid the zip of my skirt and slipped my hand inside my panties, feeling my wet, bloated lips. I ran my finger between them, before curling it inside. I held the digit there while I continued to watch, wanting desperately to finger myself, but wanting to wait also.
    Karen appeared to be experienced at giving head, and by the moans escaping from Stu he certainly enjoyed the feel of Karen’s hot mouth. Occasionally she would take the full length of him into her throat, her painted lips touching Stu’s shaven groin. It seemed strange seeing Karen on her knees in front of my husband. I watched her breasts jiggle as she worked her mouth on Stu, the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra now far more obvious. Don’t ask me why that simple observation affected me. I suppose