Who's Your Daddy?
By Rude Boy, rudeboi66@yahoo.com
A husband is outclassed by his wife's personal trainer


Mike knew he was staring, but he couldn't help himself. He wasn't alone. He
stood by the gym's front desk, part of a small gaggle of men transfixed by the
tall, strawberry-blonde woman working through an acrobatic calisthenic routine
on the mats. With fluid grace she performed a front split on each side before
jumping into a side split, then swam her arms forward and her legs back before
repeating the pattern. From her fifth side split she transitioned seamlessly
to a handstand split, and began to alternate toe reaches, in an almost absurd
show of strength and flexibility.

He watched, mesmerized as she supported her whole weight with one arm each
time she reached for the opposite toe. Her skintight shirt revealed broad
shoulders and a rippling back, tapering to a trim waist that swelled into an
enormous, toned ass. Each steel cheek strained against the last fibers of her
leggings. With a mix of arousal and awe, Mike watched her thighs bulge with
each controlled movement.

"Like what you see?" A playful pinch on his butt startled Mike back to reality
and he spun to find his wife, Nicole, behind him. In his slack-jawed stupor he
had nearly forgotten what brought him here in the first place.

"Hey, honey," he said, regaining his wits and leaning in to plant a peck on
her cheek.

"That's Laurie, my trainer. She's something isn't she," she asked
rhetorically. "Come on, I'll introduce you." Nicole grabbed his hand and led
him over to the mats, as Laurie finished her routine. "Laurie, this is my
husband, Mike."

Laurie finished a swig of her BCAAs and gave Mike a once-over before extending
her hand. "Nice to meet you, Mike." She was impressive enough from a distance,
but up close she was a marvel. She was extraordinarily tall, towering over
Mike's 5'9" frame by a few inches, and though her breasts were on the smaller
side, the curves of her hips and ass were incredible. She was pretty, if not a
classic beauty, with a slightly square jaw and thin features. Basking in her
radiant post-workout glow, Mike was enthralled.

"Nice to meet you too," he said, meeting her firm grip and shaking
enthusiastically. "Nicole says great things about you, and she's been loving
the results."

"We've both been loving the results," Nicole said, ribbing her husband with a
sly wink. Mike smiled sheepishly. Nicole's body had changed dramatically under
Laurie's tutelage. Her waist had narrowed and her ass had firmed and grown to
mesmeric proportions. Mike couldn't deny it was a huge turn-on.

"Nicole's an amazing student," Laurie said, making direct eye-contact with the
much smaller woman. "Such a fast learner." She turned her gaze back to Mike.
"She tells me she's been trying to get you to sign up for a few months. I'd be
happy to give you a free session sometime." There was something in the way she
addressed Mike that struck him as... well, not rude exactly, but
disinterested. It was as though Mike was utterly insignificant to her.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that," he said, doing his best to remain polite.

Laurie was already turning away from him as she replied. "Nicole's got my
number. Give me a call if you want to set something up. I'm going to finish my
workout, but it was great to meet you." She headed towards a padded barbell
next to a bench, quickly sliding her pelvis under the bar and bracing her back
against the bench. Mike did some quick mental math and was astounded as he
counted more than 650 pounds of plates. As he walked out with his arm around
his petite wife, he cast a glance back, just long enough to see her
effortlessly thrusting the weight.

As the couple lay in bed later that night, Nicole rolled over and snuggled
against Mike. "So, what did you think of Laurie?"

"Well, she's..."

"She's so sexy isn't she?" Nicole's hand found its way inside her husbands
boxers and began gently stroking his cock.

"So fucking sexy," he said, leaning in and kissing his wife passionately.

"Sometimes," she said, massaging his now engorged cock vigorously, "I
fantasize about having a threesome with her."

Mike reached down, drawing a finger across the already slick lips of her pussy
and sliding it gently inside. "Tell me more."

"I'd straddle her and slowly slide her bra straps off," She arched her back as
he fingered her faster. "I'd suck on those perky, little tits."

"What am I doing?" Mike asked between tracing her nipples with his tongue.

"You're just waaaatchi... fuck!" she exclaimed as he found her g-spot and
lightly brushed her clit with his thumb.

Mike pulled down his boxers and grabbed his cock, ready to take her. "I want
you to beg for it. Tell Daddy how badly you want his dick."

Nicole just rolled her eyes, "I've told you a hundred times, I'm not calling
you that. Now, lie down," she continued, pushing him onto his back, "I want to
be on top." She mounted him eagerly, rocking rhythmically against him as he
cupped her ass, steadily increasing her pace. She was close now, closer than
he was, and she bucked wildly atop him, riding him to a feverish climax.

"Don't stop now," Mike implored as her tempo slowed. "Please baby. I NEED to
cum." Ignoring him, she lifted herself off of his still rock-hard shaft.

"That was fun, honey; I haven't come like that in ages. But I'm wiped." She
ran her hand up his cock, teasing him with a final, agonizingly soft touch.
"You can take care of this, right?" As Mike shuddered, so close yet so far
from ecstasy, Nicole gave him a kiss on the cheek and rolled away, leaving her
confused, frustrated, horny husband to masturbate furiously next to her.

The following Saturday night, Mike was finding himself frustrated yet again.
"You invited Laurie?" Mike moaned as he watched Nicole apply lipstick in the
bathroom mirror. She wore a slinky black dress that hugged her curves
perfectly.

"What's the big deal?" she replied, glancing at him in the mirror. She's not
coming to dinner, just meeting us for drinks afterwards. It'll be fun."

"It's date night. It's our night. Hell, these days you probably spend more
time with her than you do with me."

Nicole rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you're jealous of Laurie..."

Mike's tone softened as he stepped close to her. "I just want to spend some
quality time with you." She gave a flirty giggle as he leaned in and kissed
her on the neck. "What do you say we stay in tonight? Just the two of us..."

Nicole pulled away. "I already told her we'd meet her at Skybar at 10. We'll
go, have a few drinks..." she paused and cast a seductive smile his way, "and
then you and I can have all the quality time we want."

By the time Mike and Nicole stepped out onto the rooftop a few hours later,
feeling loose from the bottle of wine they had shared over dinner, a throng of
beautiful, sharply-dressed people were already dancing to a deafening EDM
pulse. Mike grabbed Nicole's hand and they waded through the undulating mass
of bodies, towards the bar.

A statuesque hostess led the couple to the VIP section. Almost instantly,
servers appeared with ice, mixers, and a bottle of Grey Goose. The skyline
loomed behind them as they poured their drinks and surveyed the crowd.
Everywhere, girls in tight dresses were gyrating on the dance floor. Then
Laurie appeared, and it seemed like the sea of people parted just for her.

Even amid a crowd of beautiful people, she commanded attention. Her every inch
was chiseled from marble. She wore a short black dress which hugged her every
curve for dear life, with a slit running up one, strong thigh, as though it
had given up hope of containing her magnificence.

The couple stood as she strode confidently towards them. In six-inch
stilettos, she was a commanding 6'5", towering over both of them. She leaned
in and gave Nicole a peck on the cheek, whispering something in her ear.
Nicole blushed. Turning to Mike, she offered a firm handshake and a
half-smile. "Good to see you again, Mike"

Nicole poured Laurie a drink as the three sat and made small talk. Soon Mike
was an afterthought as the women became fully absorbed in each other, laughing
as they exchanged playful glances and subtle touches. Mike poured himself a
second, then a third in quick succession, watching the crowd and stealing an
occasional glance at Laurie and Nicole.

"Mike... Mike!" He was roused from his stupor by Nicole's voice. "We're going
to dance. Why don't you join us?"

"I... uh... think I'll stay here. You two have fun."

"Suit yourself," Nicole said, turning back to Laurie. "Looks like I get you
all to myself!"

Mike nursed his drink as he watched them move to the dance floor, bouncing to
the beat. As their hips swayed and their eyes locked, the women paid no mind
to the handful of men who tried to cut in. Slowly, their dancing turned to
grinding. Mike watched intently as Nicole gyrated against Laurie, their hips
locking in perfect rhythm.

Eventually they returned to fill their drinks and catch their breath. Reaching
inside her purse, Laurie produced a small baggie with 3 pills. "Do you mind if
my friend Molly joins us?" She popped a pill herself, and offered another to
Mike, who dutifully downed it with a swig of his vodka soda. She teasingly
presented the final pill to Nicole before pulling back and placing it on her
outstretched tongue. With a knowing glance, Nicole leaned in, kissing Laurie
playfully and swallowing the pill.

When they returned to the dance floor a few moments later, Mike followed them.
Sliding up behind his wife, he grabbed her and pulled her close, feeling his
cock swell as her tight ass ground against his crotch. Laurie dance alongside
them for a few moments before extended her hand to Nicole, who took it
eagerly, allowing her friend to spin her around and pull her close. Laurie's
hand found Nicole's thigh, then her hip, pulling her in tighter. Soon her
other hand began roaming Nicole's dress, resting briefly against her firm tit
and squeezing. Mike wasn't sure if he should be incredulous or aroused.

When at last the song ended, the three made their way back to their table and
collapsed into the couch. Mike and Nicole were sweating slightly; Laurie still
looked perfect. Laurie leaned close to Nicole and whispered something that
made Nicole smile and bite her lip. She turned to her husband, "Do you want to
go back to Laurie's place?" She cast a quick glance at her friend and giggled
before turning back to him. "She wants to play."

Things heated up more on the cab ride to Laurie's condo, as Mike and Laurie
took turns making out with Nicole, their hands exploring her body in unison.
Soon they were upstairs and Laurie was pouring them drinks as R&B played
softly. Laurie handed Nicole a drink first, before seductively sauntering
towards Mike. As he she handed him his drink, she lowered herself onto his
lap. He was instantly rock hard as he felt the full weight of her powerful
body against him. She placed her fingers lightly on the base of Mike's glass,
gently guiding it towards his lips, encouraging him to take a long drink,
which he dutifully did. She took the glass and placed it on the table behind
her, before returning her atttenions to Mike. Laurie began to gyrate slowly
against him and leaned in, giving his earlobe a gentle nibble, but as he slid
a hand onto her thigh she slapped him. It seemed playful enough, but his cheek
stung and quickly reddened. "No touching," she cooed, "Just watch. Don't make
me get the handcuffs."

She stood and walked to Nicole as Mike reached for his drink. "Stand up," she
ordered, and slipped the dress straps from the smaller girl's shoulder. As
Nicole's tits spilled from her dress, Laurie's mouth found them, her tongue
drawing circles around the erect, dark nipples. Running her tongue up Nicole's
neck, she found the smaller woman's mouth and kissed her deeply. Expertly, her
hand slipped between Nicole's legs. Nicole gasped, sighed deeply, as her eyes
closed and her cheeks flushed.

Mike watched in awe as Laurie fingered his wife masterfully. Suddenly a fog
came over him. The world began to spin as he heard Nicole's moans intensify.
For a moment, everything came back into focus as he watched his wife succumb
to a shuddering orgasm, falling against Laurie as her body shook. Laurie
looked over her shoulder at him with a mischievous smile. "How are you
enjoying the show, Mike?"

Mike couldn't find the words - any words - to respond. He tried to stand, but
his legs failed him, and he crumpled onto the couch. Laurie turned back to the
still-panting Nicole, who met her friend's gaze with awestruck eyes, oblivious
to her husband's condition. "I think your hubby needs some rest. Come with
me." Her back flared, muscles rippling, as she grabbed Nicole's ass and
lifted, supporting the full weight of the much smaller woman. Nicole locked
her legs around Laurie's waist, kissing her passionately. Darkness encroached
on Mike's periphery, collapsing his focus to the only thing he could still
comprehend: Laurie, carrying his wife to the bedroom. As the door swung shut,
his world went black.

When Mike finally shook himself to a groggy semblance of consciousness, light
was pouring in through the living room windows. Laurie was in the kitchen,
making breakfast in shorts and a crop-top. "Hey there sleepyhead," she beamed.
"You crashed hard last night. How about some bacon and eggs. Nothing better to
cure a hangover."

"I didn't even drink that much..." The pounding in his head cut him short. He
looked around. "Where's Nicole?"

"She's still in bed." Laurie replied with a wink. "Why don't you go wake her
up? Food's almost ready."

Stumbling into the bedroom, Mike was assaulted by the smell of sex. Nicole lay
completely naked atop the covers. Two dresses were crumpled on the floor; on
the nightstand were a Hitachi wand and a massive purple dildo. He touched
Nicole's shoulder and she stirred, a smile crossing her lips as her eyes
fluttered open. "Hey honey."

"Nicole, what happened last night?"

"You fell asleep," she said sleepily. Her smile broadened, "So we played."

Mike ate in silence as the girls chatted about a new boutique in the
neighborhood and their workout plans for the week. When they finally climbed
into a taxi out front, Mike turned to his wife, stonefaced. "Something
happened last night. I know my limits, and I didn't drink that much. And why
in the fuck would I fall asleep while watching the two of you..." He trailed
off.

"What are you saying?"

"I think Laurie put something in my drink. A sleeping pill, or... I don't
know, I just--"

Nicole cut him off. "Are you fucking kidding me? I get that you're pissed you
missed out on the fun, but are you seriously going to sit there and say that
my friend drugged you?"

"How the hell else do you explain it? Besides, it was obvious she wanted you
all to herself."

"You're being fucking ridiculous. It was one night of fun. Drop it." Mike
wanted to reply but he bit his tongue, not wanting to make a scene in the cab.
They rode the rest of the way back in silence, but Mike couldn't stop thinking
about it. What happened to him? What had Nicole done? What had Laurie done to
her?

It gnawed at him as the weeks went on, but each attempt to resurrect the
conversation with Nicole drew an icier response. Soon the invisible rift
between them had grown to a chasm. Nicole spent longer hours at the office and
more time at the gym, and seemed preoccupied in their rare moments together.
Meanwhile, Mike, typically a weekend drinker, was going through a fifth of
whiskey every few days, nursing his wounded pride while feeding his growing
paranoia.

More than a month after "that night", Mike was perched on a bar stool,
swigging a beer next to his friend Jason. It was rare that Mike got out on a
Thursday, but the bar was supposed be a reprieve from his growing obsession, a
fun night out to clear his head. It hadn't worked.

"I dunno what you're so worked up about dude, it sounds pretty fucking hot."
Jason said, beaming at his dejected-looking friend.

"I mean... it was. But..."

"I'd be thrilled if I could get Cindy to go for something like that. You want
my advice, man? Let it go. Besides, if you don't make a big deal about this
time, maybe there's a next time. And then you get to be in on the action."
Jason drained the last of his bottle. "C'mon, let's grab another beer."

They started towards the bar when Mike stopped cold. Nicole was seated at the
far end of the bar. The figure next to her was unmistakable - Laurie. "Oh
shit..." Jason muttered as he realized what was happening. Mike said nothing,
standing, frozen, as he watched them laugh and flirt. His heart sank as he
watched his wife kiss Laurie on the lips. It was just a peck, but the way
their eyes met and lingered left little doubt to the feeling behind it. Nicole
smiled and bit her lip as she wheeled and headed towards the bathroom. Mike
couldn't let this stand. He waited until Nicole was out of sight before
walking up to Laurie and seething, "What the hell is going on, Laurie?"

The statuesque blonde nonchalantly looked up from her beer. "Nice to see you
too, Mike."

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Nicole told me she was staying late
at work."

"Sounds like this is a conversation you should be having with your wife,
Mike."

"Don't patronize me."

Laurie's eyes narrowed. "I could make up some bullshit, but we're both bigger
that. Nicole's a grown woman. She can make her own decisions." A wry smile
crossed her face, "...and she has."

Mike's blood was boiling now. Jason, sensing that the situation was escalating
quickly, placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Hey man, don't do this here.
Let's just go." Mike reached back and pushed his friend away.

"Listen to your friend, Mike," Laurie said as she rose from her seat.
Breathing deeply, she stood to her full height, flaring her incredibly broad
shoulders and lats. Even dressed down in jeans, chucks and a t-shirt, she cut
an imposing figure. "You don't want to do anything you'll regret."

"Is that a threat, bitch?"

Laurie laughed. "I don't need to make threats. My whole existence is a threat
to you. I'm better than you in every way." She leaned in close to him, looking
down to meet his fiery gaze as she continued, "I know it. You know it. And
your wife certainly knows it." She stepped in closer, continuing, "We both
laughed when she told me you've been trying to get her to call you Daddy. But
when I make her squirt like a fire hydrant, she knows exactly who her Daddy
is. Ohhhh, Daddy..." she moaned mockingly

"You fucking cunt!" Mike was seething now, consumed with rage. He balled his
fists in readiness.

"Go ahead," Laurie smirked. "Give me a reason. I will fucking destroy you."

Mike knew she was probably right, which only made him even more furious.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, again. "Get the fuck off me!" This
time he wheeled and swung, unleashing his impotent rage and delivering a
violent punch. Instantly he realized that the jaw he connected with didn't
belong to Jason. Oh god, Nicole! Time slowed to a crawl and Mike watched in
horror as his wife tumbled hard, her head bouncing violently off the wooden
floor. The cold realization of what he had done hit him like a ton of bricks.
He tried to move towards her, but a strong arm shoved him back, as Laurie
darted past him and dropped to her knees at Nicole's side.

Nicole stirred as Laurie cradled her, looking up with confusion as tears
streaked down her face. "Are you ok?" Laurie asked, receiving only a tentative
nod in reply. She lifted Nicole, helping her find her feet, before spinning to
face Mike. The crowd that had gathered around him melted away as she stalked
towards him, wordlessly.

"Laurie, I..." The rest of his thought disappeared with his breath as she
tackled him to the floor, fluidly mounting his chest and raining down two
blows to his face with such ferocity that he never felt the third, fourth or
fifth.

When Mike awoke, he was laying on the pavement outside the bar with his head
pounding incessantly. As he coughed, blood poured from his mouth, carrying his
two front teeth with it. He looked up to find Jason standing over him.

"Jesus Christ, man. She would have killed you if the bouncers hadn't pulled
her off. It took three of them to get her under control."

"Wherth Nicole?" Mike moaned.

"She left. With Laurie. But don't worry about that now. We've gotta get you to
a hospital, man."

"No. No. Justh take me home."

Unsurprisingly, Nicole wasn't there when he returned. She wasn't there as the
week went by, as Mike nursed his swollen jaw, as he tried to figure out how he
would pay the $5000 bill for implants to replace his lost teeth.

For two weeks he called her daily, with no reply. He texted incessantly, but
every message was left on read. As he drove home on Friday afternoon, wanting
nothing more than to see his wife, he was losing hope that he would ever see
her again. He resigned himself to another night of frowning his sorrows in a
bottle of whiskey, but as he pulled up his drive, he saw the porch light on.
Suddenly, he felt a shred of hope.

He scrambled up the porch stairs, frantically opening the lock. "Nicole?! Are
you here?" he called as he stepped inside. The house was dark, save for a
sliver of light cascading down the stairs. He rounded the corner only to be
stopped dead in his tracks. Seated midway up the carpeted staircase, wearing
only a white sports bra and panties, was Laurie. Aghast, Mike instinctively
retreated a few steps at the sight of her. Her body was impossibly tight and
defined, her every inch rippling with thick cords of muscle and sinew. She sat
calm and unmoving, arms folded in front of her, a lioness in repose. "What are
you doing in my house," he half-demanded, half-pleaded.

It was only then that he saw Nicole, shrouded in shadows at the top of the
stairs. She looked on impassively as Laurie replied for her. "This isn't your
house anymore."

"Nicole, can we just talk? Please..."

Without a word, she disappeared back towards their bedroom. Laurie remained
seated on the stairs, impassive. "Get out of my way Laurie," Mike said,
galvanizing his words with more confidence than he felt. "This is between me
and my wife."

Laurie simply shook her head. "No, Mike, this was between you and your wife,
until you assaulted her."

"I... I didn't..." Mike sputtered.

"Yes, you did. She is no longer interested in talking to you. But she has a
message for you..." She stood now, slowly walking down the stairs towards him.
"She asked me to deliver it."

Mike held his ground but his confidence evaporated as she came close to him,
the memory of her last brutal assault still fresh in his mind. "Laurie--
URRKH" She cut him short with a sharp jab to the throat. His face turned beet
red and his eyes bulged as he stumbled, hacking and gasping for air. With an
air of cool assurance, Laurie circled her reeling prey, slipping one long,
lean arm around his throat and bracing another behind his neck. As she
constricted, the mountainous bulge of her bicep expanded, choking off his
already compromised air supply. Mike's hands flew up, clawing at her powerful
arm in a vain attempt to free himself. Laurie paid him no mind as she rose to
her full height, steadily lifting until his feet dangled inches above the
ground. His face was turning from red to a sickly purple, his struggles
growing more pathetically weak by the second.

Loosening her grip on his neck, she rode him to the ground in a belly flop.
They landed on the hardwood floor with a dull thud, any air that remained in
his lungs driven out by the full weight of her body landing atop him. For a
long moment he lay wheezing and heaving beneath her, everything else taking a
backseat to his need for oxygen.

As Mike's lungs filled again and the scope of his predicament dawned on him,
he began to thrash beneath Laurie, bucking wildly in an attempt to dislodge
her from his back. Laurie, however, had every advantage - size, strength, and
leverage - and she used them all to assert her authority over Mike. She once
again tightened her arm around his neck, and, spreading her feet wide to brace
herself, powered her hips down into him, and slamming his own hips into the
hardwood. Over and over she slammed her hips down atop him, driving his pelvis
painfully into the floor, literally humping him into submission.

She relented as his struggles grew weaker, climbing off of him and kicking him
over onto his back. "Get up," she commanded. Still panting and in no small
amount of pain, Mike wanted nothing more than to lay there, for this to be
over, but Laurie's expression betrayed no sympathy. He knew he had to try to
get away. Warily, he attempted to stand, but was struck by a sharp pain at the
top of his left leg. He buckled back to his knees, realizing in horror that
his pelvis might be fractured. Grimacing through the pain he slowly stood. Or
more accurately, he wobbled, heavily favoring his right leg. He wanted to cry,
but he wouldn't give this bitch the satisfaction.

Laurie raised her fists and began to close towards Mike, issuing him a
wordless challenge. He knew he had to take his shot. As quickly as he could
manage, he side-stepped and swung a full force hook towards her head. With
astonishing speed and agility she ducked his blow and unloaded on him. Two
sharp jabs to his ribs set up a brutal right hook that left him reeling. He
had to brace himself against the wall but he managed to keep his feet beneath
him.

He knew he wasn't going to beat her in a boxing match - he just had to get
past her. Unleashing a guttural growl he charged her, but she ducked under his
outstretched arms. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she summoned the
tremendous power in her legs and exploded up, carrying him with her in an
upward arc and then slamming him into the ground with animal fury.

Again she stood over Mike's prone body as he writhed in pain, and again, she
said only two words. "Get up." Mike wailed from the pain in his back, barely
hearing her. "Get up," she repeated. Mike knew there was only one option left.
He had to beg. With considerable effort he climbed to his knees, looking up at
his tormentor, tears now welling uncontrollably in his eyes.

"Laurie, please--" CRACK! A sharp, controlled jab connected with his nose. The
shock of the blow momentarily stemmed the pain, and he reached up to feel the
softened cartilage as a slow stream of blood trickled down his face. "I think
you broke my nose," he said, looking up at Laurie with pleading eyes.

Leaning down she laced her fingers through his short hair and jerked his head
back. Two more quick punches left no doubt, buckling the bridge and flattening
the tip against his face. She released his head and he fell forward onto his
hands and knees, openly weeping as tears and blood intermingled, spilling onto
the floor.

"P...please... I'll just leave. Just... AUUUGGGGH." A blood-curdling cry
erupted from within Mike as Laurie drove her heel down into the back of his
right hand, just below the wrist, shattering it with a wet crack. She held her
foot in place, slowly grinding his mangled hand and feeling small bones
splinter as he blubbered and heaved. He wanted desperately to pull her foot
away but his left hand was the only thing now keeping him from collapsing
entirely. That didn't last long. Without releasing his right hand, she
repeated the process on the left. His face contorted as though in a scream,
but this time no sound emerged. Still on his knees but unable to support his
upper body, his head fell to the floor between his ruined hands. The pain
finally overwhelmed him, and he slipped into blissful darkness, prostrate
before his conqueror.

Brief moments lingered as he flirted with consciousness. A cool rush of water
on his face. The softness of carpet beneath him. When at last he had regained
his faculties he found himself in his bedroom, washed clean of the blood and
stripped naked. His head pounded incessantly, and an intense, constant pain
emanated from his mangled hands, permeating every fiber of his being. He was
knelt on the ground before the edge of the bed. Seated in front of him was
Nicole, clad in a thin silk robe. He could not turn to see over his shoulder
but he could feel Laurie's presence, looming over him. "Nicole, baby, I'm so
sorry."

"It's much too late for sorry," Nicole said coolly, apparently unfazed by her
husband's predicament.

"I... I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know," he said pathetically, hanging
his head in shame. "I understand if you want to leave me." Quickly, Laurie's
strong hand gripped his hair and snapped him back to attention, holding him
firm and forcing him to face his wife.

"Leaving you is what I was going to do, before you gave me a concussion.
Instead, we've decided we're going to keep you."

"You mean--"

SMACK! Nicole's open palm struck his cheek with such fury that Mike would have
collapsed "Don't speak." She drew a deep breath and continued, "What I mean is
that you belong to Laurie and I; you are our property. You will tell your boss
you are transitioning to working from home. You will switch your direct
deposit to my bank account, and you will continue to work to support us. In
your every other waking moment, you will serve at our pleasure and be subject
to our whims. If you try to tell anyone I will report you for domestic battery
- we have photographs and witnesses. If you disobey, we will punish you. And
if you try to run we will find you, and she will break you."

"Please, just let me go. You'll never hear from me again," Mike pleaded. "Have
mercy."

She grabbed his face with one hand and squeezed, savoring the fear in his eyes
and the tears running down his cheek. "This is mercy; if I were feeling less
merciful, Laurie would already have snapped your neck. These are our terms. If
you accept, we will keep you. And if you refuse, Laurie will be happy to
dispose of you."

"No, please no," Mike blubbered.

Nicole looked past him, to Laurie, and nodded. Laurie jerked Mike up violently
by his hair, leaving him barely enough time to set his feet before she kicked
them wide. "Stay," she demanded as she finally released her grip on him. She
knelt behind him, and he looked down to see first his left ankle, then his
right, being strapped into leather cuffs, secured at either end of a sturdy
steel bar.

His feet secured, Mike returned his gaze to the still-seated Nicole, who
reached into the nightstand drawer and produced a small but heavy-looking
metal cylinder, a sturdy luggage lock, and a bottle of lube. Mike didn't
understand what he was seeing, even as Nicole opened the cylinder, revealing
rows of tiny spikes lining the interior and a thin, metal tube running down
the middle. Recognizing his confusion, Nicole explained, "This is a chastity
cage, and this," she said, pointing to the central tube, "is a penis plug.
It's hollow so you can pee through it. Once this goes on, it isn't coming off.
You can think of this as an insurance policy."

Lubricating the plug, Nicole grabbed his soft cock and slowly began to slip it
inside his urethra. Mike squirmed in discomfort at the feeling of cold steel
penetrating him in a way he'd never imagined he could be penetrated. But he
dared not squirm too much. Soon it was inserted, leaving his flaccid member
feeling uncomfortably rigid, Nicole snapped the cage shut, locking it and
sealing away his manhood. The key hung on a small, silver chain, which she
looped over her neck, nestling it amid the ample curve of her bosom.

Laurie circled him, coming into his view for the first time since he had
awoken. Instinctively he flinched at the sight of her, but, for this brief
moment at least, no new pain was visited upon him. He realized now that she
was completely naked, the sheer majesty of her figure on full display. Her
breasts were petite but proud, with tiny, bright pink areolae and nipples
standing at attention. His eyes traced the lines of her washboard stomach
which tapered into her deep, defined Adonis belt, a perfect V further
accentuated by the neatly trimmed arrow of pubic hair at its base. Despite the
suffering she had had caused him and would surely now continue to cause him,
he was helplessly entranced by her magnetic sexual energy.

"Come," she commanded, grabbing him by the balls and forcing him to waddle
awkwardly in the spreader. She faced him now, and slowly tightened her grip on
his balls, causing him to yelp in pain. "I'm going to give you what you
wanted. What you've been obsessing about. I mean just look at her." They both
cast their eyes on Nicole, reclined atop pillows at the head of the bed, her
robe spilling softly open, barely clinging to the firm mounds of her breasts.
"You can see why I had to make certain I'd have her all to myself that first
night."

Mike's eyes went wide. "I knew it! You drugged me, you fucking b""AUGGGH." He
caught himself an instant too late, and Laurie squeezed hard, compressing his
tender testes as she twisted.

"What was that, Mike?" she smiled sadistically. Mike was silent now, unwilling
to risk further punishment. "That's what I thought. Now, Mike, this bitch,"
she added spiteful emphasis to the word, "is going to fuck your wife, if you
can even still call her that. And you will stand here and watch. If you try to
run, if you try to move, if you even so much as speak..." she constricted
further still, "I will turn you into a fucking eunuch. Do you understand me?"

Mike nodded meekly.

"Good." With that she finally released him and turned towards the bed.
Climbing onto the bed on all fours, she moved over Nicole like a tiger
stalking its prey. She leaned in, planting a tender kiss on Nicole's thigh,
then another on her hip, working her way up the smaller woman's body. Finding
Nicole's diamond-hard nipple, Laurie kissed it gently, tracing circles around
it with her tongue. Nicole began to moan softly, and soon the two women were
locked in a passionate kiss as two of Laurie's long fingers found her lover's
already slick pussy and slipped inside. Laurie's lips attacked Nicole's neck
with reckless abandon and Nicole's back arched as her moaning intensified.
Leaning up she whispered something into Laurie's ear.

The women disentangled and Laurie stood, opening the nightstand drawer and
producing a massive Feeldoe. Slipping the bulb inside herself with an audible
gasp, Laurie knelt on the bed, spread Nicole's legs wide, and entered her. She
began to thrust, in and out, with long, slow strokes. She grabbed Nicole's
hips, pulling her lover closer, slipping even deeper inside. Maintaining her
grip on Nicole's hip with her left hand, she extended her right thumb to
Nicole's mouth, which the younger woman tongued and sucked hungrily. Laurie's
now slick thumb found Nicole's clit and traced circles on it, steadily
increasing the pressure. "Oooh... oh god, Laurie, don't stop."

As he watched the twin bowling balls of Laurie's muscular cheeks rhythmically
pumping in and out of his wife, Mike's baser instincts took hold and his cock
began to stiffen. Almost instantly he felt the sharp bite of the steel spikes
digging into his most vulnerable flesh. Biting into his arm to keep from
crying out, his agonized moans harmonized with his wife's moans of ecstasy.

Laurie seemed emboldened by his muffled cries. Increasing the tempo as she
continued to stroke Nicole's swollen clit, Laurie's pace slowed and her left
hand move away from Nicole's waist, causing the younger woman to beg, "No
please, don't stop, don't--" Nicole's mouth clamped shut as Laurie's large
hand encircled her throat, not squeezing it, but holding it commandingly in
place. Laurie pounded away now, flicking Nicole's clit with wild abandon until
at last she drove a final, deep thrust into the petite woman, bringing her to
a quivering climax.

Laurie pulled out, but she was far from finished. She lifted Nicole's still
quaking body and flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips in the air and
entering with a violent thrust. "Oh god, Laurie."

Laurie, now humping furiously, leaned over Nicole and whispered in her ear
with a hint of menace, "Who am I?"

Without a moment's pause, Nicole moaned in reply, "Y-you're my D-daddy. Oh
god, Daddy. Don't stop, Daddy." Brutally, Mike's cock hardened further at the
sound of his wife's incessant pleading. Blood began to trickle gently as the
spikes dug deeper into his cock. Laurie was pistoning in and out of Nicole
now, in a mighty display of sexual aggression, lacing her hands through
Nicole's hair and forcing her face into the pillow. Laurie shook and Nicole
began to quake, and together they erupted in spasms of sheer pleasure.

For once, Laurie's strength left her, and she fell atop her lover, a satisfied
smile creeping across her face. She lay gently stroking Nicole's hair for what
felt to Mike like an eternity, until at last his wife spoke. "Thank you
Daddy."

"Oh, we're not finished yet, baby girl." Laurie scooted back, sitting
cross-legged. "Come sit on Daddy's cock." Nicole obliged, climbing onto
Laurie's silicone member and settling down onto her lap. She began to gyrate
on the dildo, and Laurie leaned in to suckle at her soft breast. "Oh Daddy, I
love your cock," she almost whined, her voice finding a new octave.

"Better than your husband's?" Laurie pulsed her powerful ass, penetrating
Nicole with quick, short strokes.

Nicole locked eyes with Mike as she moaned her response. "Oh god yes, Daddy.
He could never..." Their eye contact was broken as hers rolled back in her
head. Her whole body quivered, and she threw her arms around Laurie as she
began to weep softly.

"Baby girl," Laurie whispered tenderly, "Is everything ok?"

"Yes, Daddy," Nicole replied, looking up lovingly with her big, wet eyes,
"Everything is perfect." She hugged Laurie like her life depended on it,
nuzzle against her neck, and Laurie hugged her back, holding Nicole tight
against her perfect body.

"I love you, baby girl."

"I love you too, Daddy."

"Daddy still has work to do," she said, lifting Nicole slowly and placing her
gently on the bed. "Be a good girl for Daddy and touch yourself." Laurie
wheeled and scooted to the edge of the bed, dangling her legs over the edge.
"Come here, Mike," she ordered.

Mike toddled unsteadily closer until he stood only 1 foot away from her. The
feeldoe, still slick with his wife's cum, dangled threateningly before him.
She kicked his leg and he fell to his knees before her, his face now inches
from her girl-cock. She placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him
closer still. "Suck."

Mike dutifully complied, taking the silicone cock in his mouth and sucking
gently. Unsatisfied with his effort, Laurie, pressed him down, forcing her
dick deep down his throat. He gagged violently as she forced him up and down,
reaching down to his throat and feeling herself move inside him. The gagging
intensified, and she felt him choking something back down. She reveled in the
control she held over him.

When she was finally satisfied with throat-fucking him, she pushed him away
and stood before lifting and bending him over the bed. "Laurie, p-please..."
Mike pleaded.

She grabbed his hair and pressed her strapon against his exposed asshole
before roughly forcing herself inside. Mike screamed as she pierced him,
bucked at the sudden feeling of unbelievable fullness inside him. Laurie
leaned in closed as she began to thrust powerfully into him, whispering three
simple words in his ear, "Call me Daddy."