Marie Pimps me out to her dissatisfied Friend [MF][M]

I was working out some plans with the shop boss for a project coming up that would be all after hours work. When he took a break to handle some phone calls, his wife Marie messaged me.

She wanted to meet for a late lunch at a pub that I had taken her to a while back. I told her I would get back to her in a bit after I worked out some more details with her husband. She replied with a picture of her wearing a collar and nipple clamps, telling me I better not keep her waiting too long. Apparently, she also decided to not take any chances.

A few minutes later Boss walks back in and won’t look me straight in the eyes. He tells me Marie had just called, and that we could hammer out the rest of the plans the next day. I chuckled as I clapped him on the shoulder and told him it wasn’t polite to make a lady wait.

When I got to the pub I saw Marie sitting at an outside table. She was accompanied by a shorter woman. The new woman had red hair cut shoulder length, pale skin and freckles, from what I could see with her sitting she was quite curvy, and she was wearing jeans and a blouse that was having a hard time containing her.

I greeted them as I took my seat and Marie introduced her friend, Claire. I shook Claire’s hand but she seemed a little hesitant. Almost shy. Marie told me that Claire’s husband had worked for her briefly. I asked about their day and Marie told me they had been having a girls day so far and been out shopping. Then Marie got up, excused herself saying she had to go take care of some things but that we should enjoy our meal it was already covered. I raised my eyebrow at her and she just gave me her best trouble making smirk before walking away.

To lighten the tension Marie left behind I joked that it looked like we were on a blind date now. I swear Claire blushed hard enough her freckles nearly disappeared. So. That was exactly what this was. I had been set up by my lover on a blind date with a married woman. Well. The company could be worse.

With a little nudging I got Claire talking about herself. Her work, her interests. Her marital status seemed taboo at the moment. But we had some common interests and she started opening up pretty quickly as we talked about books and her passion for photography. I know nothing about it, but I am a pretty good active listener. The beers also helped, I’m sure.
Then Claire lapsed into silence. I gave her a little bit before asking if something was on her mind. She looked at me as she chewed on her lip before looking around. No one else was outside. She got up, and holy hell was she built as wonderfully as I had expected. The jeans were damn near painted on. She sat on the bench next to me and pulled her phone out. I was curious.

She had the sound off. But she had pulled up a video. See, Marie had taken a special fondness to recording some of our time together. The video in question showed Marie. She was on her knees on the floor with a ball gag in, drool dripping onto her fantastic tits. Her hands were behind her back. She wore a pair of nipple clamps that you could tell were tight as hell on her large nipples. And I was behind her on my knees. With one hand around her throat, squeezing tightly, the other holding a wand vibrator on her clit. We watched as Marie writhed in my grip, her body starting to convulse, then a large spray as she squirted covered the floor.

Claire paused the video. She looked flustered and her eyes darted around again. I was throbbing and just noticed that I had instinctively put an arm around Claire’s waist. Her hand was squeezing my leg just above the knee. She quickly went on to explain that Marie had shared several videos with her and that after Claire had complained a few times that her husband couldn’t bring himself to be rough with her in bed, Marie had suggested seeing if I could help Claire find out what she really liked. Apparently Claire had never been with another man. But she had watched a lot of porn in her alone time.

I took a moment to digest it all. My arm was still around Claire’s waist. Her hand was still on my knee. I asked her if that was what she wanted. She wouldn’t look at me, but nodded. I asked if her husband knew. She shook her head. I sat there a moment. Then told her if this is really what she wanted to do then she needed to look at me and tell me.

She looked up, and for all her shyness, she didn’t say a word. She let go of my knee, reached up to grab the back of my head, and pulled me to her for a kiss. It was a hungry, deep kiss. Our tongues swirling around each other. She finally broke the kiss, panting heavily, her face flushed. Fuck yes, she said.

She got up and went back to the other side of the table and we discussed it a bit more. Apparently Marie had informed her that if we went through with it, she expected us to use her house, while she sat in the room and watched.

Claire told me of some of the things she had been interested in from her porn research. She also set a safe word. Finally she called Marie and Marie picked her up.

I took Marie aside for a moment while Claire sat in the SUV and told her that she had earned some serious discipline for this little stunt. She just laughed and told me she was already wet in anticipation. She had already told her husband that he would have to spend the night out.

I arrived at Marie’s house later that evening. She met me at the door wearing tights and a tank-top that did nothing to provide modesty. She kissed me in the doorway, then told me that she wasn’t playing tonight, just watching.

Claire was sitting in the kitchen. She was wearing green lacy lingerie that looked good with her hair and skin, but showed off everything. She was blushing again as I greeted her, taking her hand, pulling her to her feet, twirling her, and kissing her. I told her how fucking amazing she looked and she smiled as bright as you could ever hope.

I sat down at the table and we talked a bit. Making sure this is what she wanted. Going over some of the things she wanted. Making sure the safe word was still fresh in her mind. This would be a little extreme for her first time.

Then I stood, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her again, deeper. Her hands clutched me even as mine held her neck and slid down to grip her ass. Soft sighs and moans escaped her as I squeezed. Then her hands slid to my belt. I broke the kiss with a low chuckle. Telling her not to be so impatient. I slid my hands along her back and she arched into me. I whispered in her ear asking if she was sure she wanted this. She nodded and nipped at my shoulder.

My fingers wrapped in her hair and gripped tight, pulling her head back as a gasp escaped her. I pulled until her nails dug into my arms, her face towards the ceiling and brushed my lips along her neck, biting lightly. I told her to get on her knees. She did. I ran my free hand down her jaw and neck to lightly squeeze her breasts, still gripping her hair. She was breathing heavier. A moan escaped as I caught one nipple, pinching, tugging, and rolling it between my fingers. Then pushed her onto her hands.

I asked her if she knew she was being a naughty little whore. Her body tensed. I asked if she was proud to be stepping out on her husband just to be treated like a little fuck toy. I accentuated my question with a resounding smack on her ass that jolted her forward. She cried out and nodded.
But she had asked for rough. Dirty. She wanted to feel her fantasies. So I lightly smacked her cheek and told her to answer me. Yes sir, she said softly. I smacked her ass again and started walking, pulling her hair as she was forced to follow on hands and knees. She told me to stop. To let go. I told her that didn’t sound like her safe word. I paused long enough to smack her ass again and kept going as she whimpered.

We made it to the couch. I pushed her down in front of it, sprawled. Then I let go of her hair, sat, and put one booted foot on her back between her shoulder blades. I asked her if she was just a cheating little fuck toy. She whimpered a yes. I asked her if she was going to show me how good of a little whore she could be. She just nodded. I tsked and looked at Marie who had followed us.

I told her to go get me the collar, clamps, and flogger. She told me she wasn’t playing tonight. I told her I knew that. But she would still follow directions. She stiffened, glaring at me. Then purred yes sir. While she was gone I sat in silence as Claire pleaded with me to let her up. Instead, I bent over, removing my foot, pushing her down when she started to rise, and tore the lacy bra and panties off telling her fuck toys didn’t need decoration and we would get her some more if she earned them.

When Marie returned I had Claire get up on her knees. I collared her, clamped her nipples, and picked up the torn panties. I made her bend over the couch then proceeded to flog her bare ass as she thanked me for making her a cheating little slut. By the time I stopped her ass was welted and she was half sobbing her thank you’s.

I lifted her head by the hair and told her to thank Marie for setting us up. She did.
I told her that was the first thing she had done right. I pulled off my belt, removed my clothes, sat and pulled her lips to my cock. She immediately reached up to grip the base as she started licking along my shaft and head. I chuckled and she froze. I told her I hadn’t given her permission to taste me yet. She tensed even as the belt came down on her ass and made her jump with a cry.

I told her if she was that eager, she could do it properly. To put her hands behind her back. Then I took her by the hair and pushed her down on me. She struggled. Barely getting half my cock into her mouth before she convulsed and pulled off with a gasp. I smacked her ass again, took her hair in both hands, and pushed her back down, lightly bucking my hips to fuck her mouth deeper and deeper. Drool and tears covered me as I fucked her face. Then pulled her off with another tsk. She couldn’t even take all of me.
She stammered that she just wasn’t ready. To please. I tugged her clamps making her break off to cry out. I told her to open her mouth. She did. I reached down, slid first one then two fingers into her tight pussy, then used my slick fingers to fuck her mouth as deep as they could go. More gagging and tears came from her. Her cheeks blushed bright red as I commented on how wet she was at being treated like a filthy, cheating whore. Then asked if she was ready to actually show me yet. She nodded, saying yes sir.

I had her kneel over my lap, allowing her to start. As she worked her mouth further and further, I spanked her and fingered her. She moaned around me and choked. Fighting against the hand in her hair until I let go and she came up gasping. I stood. I lifted her hands over her head and went back to fucking her face. Now her drool coated her face and tits, but she kept going. I looked at Marie and she sat across the room, watching hungrily as she squeezed her tits and tugged on her nipples.

She smirked and slid a hand into her tights. And as I watched her finger herself, I let myself cum. No warning given, I moaned as Claire drained me, spilling onto her tits when I slid out. I released her and she dropped, gasping for air.

I asked if that was a nice treat for my little whore and she nodded, trying to collect herself. She looked turned on. Ashamed. I told her to wait while I got the next part ready. I left them and went into Maries bedroom. I pulled a couple of things out and lit some candles that gave off a woody musk scent. When I returned Marie was sitting on the couch in front of Claire, fingering herself and moaning. I knelt behind Claire and felt her trembling. I kissed her neck, wrapped a hand around her throat, and asked if she enjoyed the show. She nodded. I stood, pulling her by the throat to her feet and turned her away. I kissed her and told her she had down well. I was proud of her. She clutched me in a hug and kissed me back.

In the bedroom, I bound her spread eagle to the bed with the restraint system and a pillow under her head. I let her watch as I took massage oil and worked from her shoulders to her feet. Stopping to finger her without letting her cum. She moaned and writhed. And when I pulled the clamps off to suck on her tits as I fingered her again she cursed. I didn’t stop. I sucked on her tits and bit her nipples as I forced her to cum for me. She was loud when she came. Cursing and screaming. Begging me to fuck her.

But we weren’t there yet. I freed her legs and bound them up and apart. She strained. But I took my time. Licking and fingering her wet pussy, telling her how good her wet, married pussy tasted. And then I started licking her ass she moaned and begged me to stop. Instead, I got a wand vibrator for her clit and used the lube and Marie’s anal beads. Claire unraveled. I had her straining against the bonds and screaming like a murder victim until I had all the beads in her ass, pumping in and out, and the wand on high. She absolutely gushed. She soaked the bed as she came.
She was still trembling with after shocks with the anal beads firmly seated when I buried myself in her. She was tight. It took several thrust before I was fully in her. And as she moaned and begged me to stop, I took her throat in my hand. I pounded into her, carefully avoiding smashing into her cervix at this angle. Still worked up from the wand, she came again, her juices pushed out around me as she clenched me. It nearly undid me. I pulled out and freed her, rolling her into her stomach forcefully and lifting her hips and ass into the hair. With a hand in her hair I took her from behind and this time when she came so did I. We had already discussed it. I filled her as she begged me not to stop.

When our orgasms subsided, I held her. Marie was on the other side of the room, dildo working in and out of her pussy as she tugged her nipples viciously. She came as we watched, gushing in the chair then carefully licking her dildo clean. I beckoned her and she climbed into bed next to us. We lay like that for some time.

We ended up having dinner naked, and Claire finally responded to her husband’s missed calls and text that she was spending the night with Marie.

Later, Marie watched as Claire and I had just some vanilla rough sex while she toyed herself, moaning loudly with us. We slept together in bed.

Claire informed me the next day that she was thankful for once that her husband and her didn’t have sex often. The marks on her tits and ass took time to disappear. But she also told me when she got a moment, the ache and pain from our sex had her masturbating. She thoroughly enjoyed being my little fuck toy. Marie took a perverted delight in knowing that Claire wanted it again so badly. And teased me about being a homewrecker since Claire would probably have a hard time settling for a vanilla relationship after.

None of us regretted it.

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