It was a rainy August Wednesday afternoon, and business was slow in Aurélie’s office, so she called me to ask if she could come over to the apartment to play with more of the sex toys we had found. On my side, it was more difficult. My sweet half-time work period was nearing its end, and with the approach of the rentrée—the start of the school year when the French return en masse from vacations, beaches, and houses in the country—I needed to make all the final preparations for Beth’s arrival with the children. Aurélie persuaded me by saying that she had just done FaceTime with Beth and they had agreed on the private bilingual school. Still, there were several other practical matters to straighten out.

As Aurélie said in her quaint Catholic schoolgirl version of English, “After we sin and have jouissance, we talk business talk.” 

So I finally agreed.

 “Remember, Robert,” she added, “that we said it would be my time to dominate you this time.” Of course, that was fine with me.

She arrived an hour later, much more casually dressed than on the day when she first picked me up at the hotel to show me the apartment. This time, she wore tight black jeans and a white button-down shirt, clearly with no bra. After some kissing, we went back to the closet that had the sex gear to see if there was something interesting that we had not yet tried. I was poking through one box while Aurélie investigated another.

With a little cry of surprise, she pulled out a very realistic-looking dildo—shiny black, with the perfect shape of an erect penis.

“What is this? It is a plastic bite! But why would I want such, when I already have your…”

She hesitated, because in English she had trouble distinguishing between the vowel sounds in “cook” and “cock.”

“Yes, Aurélie,” I said. “It looks like a cock, and it is for a woman to use on a man or woman or for a man to use on a woman, even if he has his own. A dildo is always hard, unlike the average man.”

“For a woman to use on a man? What an idea!”

She turned it over several times in her hand, then put it on a shelf while she poked further in the box.

“Here, what is this? It is made out of leather-like plastic straps with buckles. Does it go with the deel-doe?”

I took the harness and showed her how the dildo could be inserted so that it projected forward. 

“It is worn like this. Or so I think.I’ve only seen it in photos, but I’ve never held one. It’s called a ‘strap-on’ because the woman puts it on like a belt, and then it looks as if she has a penis. She can then fuck a woman or a man.”

“Fuck a man? How?”

She thought for a moment, then her face brightened and she laughed.

“Of course! It is like when a gay man has sex with another man!A woman could—how do you say?—fuck a man’s mouth or fuck him in the cul!”

Aurélie’s English was getting better, but there were gaps in her vocabulary.

“Yes, in the ass.”

Aurélie was in many ways so innocent that it amazed me repeatedly to see how quickly she could transition from everyday life—the world of family, work, and the street—to the roleplay that we had stumbled into.She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, then kicked off her shoes, peeled off her jeans, and removed her panties. She then tried to step into the harness, but it was awkward, and she asked me for help. After a minute of grappling, there she stood, naked, and with a large, black, rigid cock.The contrast between her feminine figure and the cock took my breath away. And, surprisingly, it aroused me.She admired herself in a full-length mirror.

“I look great this way! I love having a cock. It gives me the phallus. And that is good, because remember that we take turns, and this is my day to make you my slave. We have the collar and the cuffs here. Robert, take off your clothes and put on the cuffs.”

Why had I ever explained to her that partners in BDSM could switch roles? Now I regretted telling her that and agreeing that this time she would dominate. But as I unbuttoned my shirt, I felt an unfamiliar excitement, a frisson, the suspense of the unknown. What would it feel like to be dominated by a woman? And especially by a younger woman who was able to shed her inhibitions just as fast as she could strip off her clothes.

Aurélie watched with amusement as I put the cuffs on my ankles and wrists. She had to help me with the collar, and I could feel her nipples brush against my bare back. 

“Lean back against the wall and begin to stroke your cock while I watch,” she ordered.

I got hard very fast. She came over and felt my erection. Then she brushed her cock back and forth playfully against mine.

“Mine is just as big as yours, and even harder!” she laughed. “How does it feel to have another penis touch yours?”

“It just feels weird,” I said. “Fortunately, yours is just plastic…”. It was a big mistake to say that!

“Just plastic! Merde! We are playing a game, and you are not respecting the rules. In my game, my cock is just as real as your cock! And it is better! I am the superior. Get on your knees and kiss the tip of my bite, and tell me how much you like it!”

I hesitated for a moment, and then Aurélie did something totally unexpected.  She slapped me, very hard.

“Connard! À genoux, à l’instant!”

She was about to hit me again, but I got on my knees quickly.

“Kiss it.”

I kissed the tip.

“Kiss it again and again. Then run your tongue around the tip the way I do when I go down on you.” 

I kissed it and licked it, and circled the cock-head with my tongue.

“Now tell me that you like cock.”

“I like your cock,” I said.

“No, not that way. Not just my cock.Tell me that you like cock!”

Her pronunciation had improved remarkably.

“I like cock, OK?” I said half-heartedly.

“Better! Tell me that you like cock, that you want to suck cock! That is why I am dominating you, because you are a suceur de bites. How do you say? A sucker of cocks. A cocksucker.”

I had never, ever, in my life sucked a cock or even thought of it. But the way she was talking to me aroused me. She stirred some deep masochistic part of me that had never been touched before.

“Now say it. And mean it.”

This time, I threw myself into the role.

“Yes, I like cock! I crave cock! That is what you want me to say, what you want me to admit.”

“Yes, admit it to me. You must avouer. You must tell the truth and confess.”

“I want to suck cock. I want you to see me suck cock.” As I said the words, I stroked my erection and it got harder. The words were like an aphrodisiac. It was humiliating. Thank God no one was there to hear except Aurélie. Once I had started, I just kept on heaping it up, in a crazy spiral of abasement.

“I love to wrap my lips around a warm, hard cock and to feel it slide across my tongue while I cup the balls and stroke them with my hand.I never said it before, and it makes me hot to say it.”

And that was true! I was getting aroused. I could feel a deep tingle in my groin, and without waiting for the order, I started licking the shaft of her dildo, her cock, from bottom to top. Even though it did not have the coloration of a penis, I could feel the realistic shape and the somewhat soft and fleshy surface. Aurélie now placed her hand on the back of my head to encourage me.

“Robert, I knew you wanted to suck cock. It was an intuition. I will help you practice on me, and then I can introduce you to some of my friends from the university. Several of them are gay or at least bisexuel. Now, I think that I saw something else useful in the box.”

She pulled her cock out of my mouth and walked the few steps to where we had left the toys. Returning, she held a thick black circle. Even though I had never used one, I recognized it at once as a cock ring.

“I will help you put this on, Robert. Then you will stay hard, like me.”

I slipped the flexible silicone ring over my cockhead and down to the bottom of the shaft.

“Now turn around and spread tes fesses.”

I did as I was told. I shifted around so that my backside faced her and reached back to spread my cheeks. Soon, I felt the squirt of cool lubricant.

“Now, Robert, use your finger to make yourself glissant—slippery, you say?—for me.  Stick your finger inside.”

It was the weirdest feeling, fingering my own ass. Even stranger to be doing it in front of a woman.

“You are very good at this. Have you never done it before?”

I assured her that it was the first time.

“Well, now is your reward from me.  Je vais t’enculer.  Do you say ‘I will fuck your asshole?’”

“Yes, that’s about it,” I said, anxious about what was coming.

Soon I felt it. She was pushing the end of her dildo into me. Thank God, she was doing it slowly and carefully.

“I want this to feel good to you, Robert.  Tell me how it is.”

In all honesty, it felt incredibly hot. This was a sensation I had never had before. And I felt my cock stiffening. I had heard about prostate stimulation, but I had never believed it could be so arousing.  And then I felt something just out of this world!  Aurélie had bent over so that she could reach around and grasp my cock. As a result, her warm, sweaty breasts were rubbing against my back. The feeling of her hard nipples on my skin was heavenly!

“Tell me now how much you like being fucked.”

“I like it a lot.”

“Non! That is not enough.  Say more!”

“I love being fucked in the ass! I love having your cock inside me. Just keep fucking me.”

“I love fucking you, Robert! It is the best thing we have done together!”

As she said this, and other hot things too, in a mixture of French and English, she kept fucking and stroking, and my hips started moving in perfect synchrony until I sprayed a massive load of semen on the parquet floor.

I didn’t even wait to be told. I just licked it up.

“Now you can take care of me,” she said, taking off her harness, leaning back against a wall, and spreading her wet thighs.  She was very aroused from the experience of dominating me. Although I enjoyed the texture and taste of her pussy, forebodings intruded into my thoughts.

She came hard, pulling my head against her crotch and saying, “Yes, cocksucker! You can suck my clitoris too!”

After, we slumped against the wall for a while, exhausted. Finally, I said, “We are supposed to talk business, remember? What are the practical matters?”

“It is obvious, Robert? Non? Once Beth is living here, we will need to find another place for our pleasure.”

“Aurélie,” I said, just stunned. “Isn’t it obvious that these games are over? This was just a summer thing. When Beth and the kids are here, you and I will just be friends. And you will be Beth’s friend—a friend of the family. We’ll keep these memories locked up, deep inside. We won’t even talk about them.”

I have never seen a woman’s mood swing so far and so fast. Aurélie, sweet little ingénue, was glowering at me.

“C’est de la merde, ce que tu dis! Du caca!”  (It is shit, what you’re saying. Caca!) “You are not going to throw me away like a piece of toilet paper! And if you try, I will tell your wife everything. She will believe me, because I know all kinds of details.  And you’re not a good enough liar to get out of this.”

She was right.  My guilty conscience would betray me if I tried outright denial. But the idea of having to sneak around, constantly thinking of new excuses, new lies to explain my absences to Beth or to my colleagues at work—this was plainly just beyond me.  Even if I could imagine a way, it would be hell on earth.

“But, Aurélie, Beth will find out sooner or later, and it will be awful. My marriage will go up in smoke, I’ll lose custody of my children, my own family will be ashamed of me…How can you be so cruel to me?”

We were both quiet for a while. The only sound was that of traffic passing on the boulevard and occasionally the movement of the elevator.

“Robert, I do not want to hurt you. But despite the sex we have been having, you are basically very puritanical. You do not even have the imagination to understand that Beth can join us in our libertinage.”

My blood ran cold at the thought! Beth and I were sweethearts. When we met, neither one of us had dated many people, and we had laughably little sexual experience. Beth is always very modest in her dress, very conservative in her values, and a wonderful mother.  I had heard about libertinage, the French take on “swinging,” and the thought of seeing Beth with other men shocked me to the core. I would be distraught with jealousy!

“Beth’s not like that, Aurélie. She would not ever join us in libertinage. She is a very pure woman.”

“Typical man!” she replied, laughing. “You think that you actually know what your wife or girlfriend really desires! She wants the same things you want. She wants sex and jouissance. In her mind, she is not just a wife and a mother, she is a woman with a body and lust and attraction to other men… and probably to women too! You men keep her prisoner to suit your ridiculous and horrible ideas that women are ‘pure’ and frigid. You think that they are either a Virgin Mary or they are putains, whores. If they do not fit into one of those categories, then they escape your control.”

I had never heard Aurélie come out with a vehement speech like that. Maybe she should be a lawyer, I thought, and not in property management.

“I don’t want to control her…” I feebly argued. “I just love her and don’t want her to get hurt.” 

“But if you really loved her, you would want her pleasure.  You would respect her liberty.  You would realize that your jealousy is just a disease, like alcoholism.  It’s you who needs to cure yourself, so that you can have a happy marriage without lying and cheating.”

There was no denying that Aurélie had a point.  I was cheating, and somehow I thought that was OK, just a game.  But if I felt that Beth had been doing something similar, I would be distraught. Still, I truly believed that Beth was not the kind to cheat on me. And I saw no way that Aurélie and I could get her to join us. Beth would either get fiercely angry or horribly sad or, probably, both.

“Even if I wanted that, Aurélie, Beth would never do it.”

Aurélie just laughed.

“Do you want to wager? I am sure that I can persuade her. It is not even necessary that she know about our games this summer. I can talk to her about the pleasures of French libertinage. She will be shocked at first—or pretend to be shocked—but then she will become curious, and finally she will want to try, and then she will suggest to you that you come with me to a club… I love that scenario that I just made up!  I will get your own wife, Beth, your ‘pure’ wife, to seduce you into a life of debauchery with me, and with other people. You’ll see.”

I sat there stunned at this perverse idea. I doubted that it would ever work. On the other hand, Beth and Aurélie had already established a friendship during their FaceTime talks about life in Montpelier. Once Beth was here, they would be spending many hours together, going to schools and shops and markets. Aurélie would say that life in France was not like life in our small American city…

My heart was pounding with fear and excitement.