Bryan's perspective:

Eva is crawling in front of me, completely naked. Her husband is holding her leash. I know it's a dream, but my emotion is no less real. Especially when her husband threatens to fuck her in the ass. And yet, Eva seems to be dripping wet.

"Oh yes, master, I want your big cock in my little hole. Please!"

I don't know whether she's talking to me or her husband, but in any case, she's wriggling like a bitch in heat. The scene doesn't leave me indifferent.

"Before you get fucked like the little anal slut you are, ask your master to punish you."

Eva's breathing quickens and she looks in my direction.  I think she's waiting for my instructions until I realize there's someone behind me. It's Derek, holding Sylvia on a leash.

"She likes it too much. It's time to put her in her place. Go on, Sylvia, show our little Eva who she belongs to," the Dom whispered in his wife's ear before untying her.

Sylvia smiles cruelly before throwing herself at Eva. The image becomes blurry, but I can hear my little Eva's scream. Cries of pleasure mixed with pain.

I wake up covered in sweat. It takes me a moment to realize that I'm in bed. Then, a noise in the distance startles me. Someone is ringing the doorbell. Without taking the time to get dressed, I hurry to the front door. I'm breathless. Part of me is convinced I'll find Eva behind that door. She left her husband. She can't live without me. She came back to be with me. Then the other part of me feels like a complete idiot when I realize it's Sylvia standing on my doorstep. She doesn't wait for an invitation before coming in.

"Can you believe what that fucker did to me last night?" she says, practically pushing me as she makes her way to the living room.

"Go ahead, Sylvia. No, no, you're not waking me," I mumble sarcastically, more for myself than for her. She's upset and needs a friend around. She sits down on my couch, takes off her shoes, and puts her feet on the coffee table before lighting a cigarette. I take a seat next to her and steal a puff.

"Do you know how long he'll be in town?" I ask.

"No idea, but if last night was just foreplay, I can't imagine what's next. Shit, Bryan, he let a submissive fuck me in the ass in front of everyone."

I try to suppress any reaction as I replay the scene. Sylvia loves being ass-fucked and Derek knows it. He wanted to force her to cum in a highly submissive position. What could be more embarrassing for the dominatrix that she is? Another thing I'll never understand about their relationship. Early in their marriage, they both got off as a dominant duo. They even had a submissive once. And Sylvia, with her little switch side, knew how to play with Derek to satisfy him. But Derek likes total submission. He needs to be in control. He began to impose more frequent and, more importantly, public submission on Sylvia. That's also when he started traveling and leaving the club in his wife's hands.

"Why don't you divorce him?" I ask, feeling as if I'm treading on a slippery slope.

Sylvia finishes her cigarette and throws it into a half-empty glass of water I've left on the living room table.

"I love him," she said softly. "And I don't want to lose the club."

"Sylvia, I hope you're not staying with him just for the club, because if you are..."

She interrupts me with a sharp wave of her hand, indicating that she doesn't feel like talking about it anymore.

"Anyway, I didn't come here to mope, I came here to get fucked. I'd love to take off your boxers and see your boner, babe."

She rubs her hand over my cock, still soft. Sylvia looks surprised. I admit that normally, seeing her show up wearing that little red dress, I'd probably already be hard and ready to ride her. But with everything that's happened in the last few days, I'm off my game.

"Oh baby, are you still mad at me? Don't tell me it's because of the pet you brought to the club the other night."

Her sweet voice gets on my nerves. I push her away a little harder than I meant to before standing up. She doesn't take her eyes off me.

"Wow, you're really into this one. I must say, she's a real firecracker. I could see how horny she got as soon as I started walking her on the leash."

"You didn't have to be so hard on her," I shout. "It was... it wasn't her scene, you know."

"I see. She's your little married lady, isn't she? The one you told me about?"

I search my memory. I don't remember ever telling Sylvia about Eva, but there have been so many evenings where we've abused scotch that it's possible, I mentioned it one night when I was drunk off my ass. In any case, Sylvia interprets my silence as a confession. She stands up and approaches me in a catlike way.

"Oh, don't worry baby, I'm sure she'll be back. She's had far too much fun to stay in her boring little life," she whispers in my ear, pressing her chest against my back. "Until then, why don't you make me pay for being naughty with your pet? Come on, I know you're dying for it."

There are two ways I can have sex with Sylvia. Either we have fun with another submissive or she lets me do things to her. But make no mistake, she doesn't submit to me. No, she offers and I take. And since she's got a twisted mind, it often leads to a wild ride! As I consider fucking her, she slowly moves down my leg before kneeling in front of me.

"Maybe sir would like me to jerk him off with my big titties?" she asks seductively as she lets her boobs slip out of her dress."

I can finally feel my cock growing in my boxer. Sylvia has the most beautiful natural tits I've ever seen, with little pink nipples just waiting to be bitten. And after all, Sylvia does need to make amends, so, I let her free my cock and I go back to the sofa so that she can perform more comfortably. Still on her knees, Sylvia takes my shaft between her tits and starts with a slow back-and-forth, never taking her eyes off me. The Bitch knows how to turn me on. If she were my submissive, I'd punish her for that. She knows what I want and to provoke me even more, she sticks out her tongue to tease the tip of my cock. Shit! She's good!

"You can do better than that," I tell her, just for the heck of it. "If you do this right, then I'll fuck you the way you like."

Sylvia speeds up the pace and I feel like I'm going to burst. It gets me so hot to see my cock between her big tits and just the thought of spurting my cum all over her drives me crazy. When I finally come all over her, Sylvia smiles with satisfaction before giving my dick one last lick. I'm all set for round two. But this time, I'm gonna be the one in control. Without even giving her time to clean up or adjust her dress, I grab Sylvia by the hair and pull her onto the sofa. I press her chest against the backrest and stand behind her. Her sweet little ass is completely at my mercy and I take this opportunity to smack it. Not too hard, as she still bears traces of the whip.

"Oh yes baby, you want to punish me like a naughty girl, don't you?"

I stick two fingers in her slit to discover that she's dripping wet. I choose to increase the tension by teasing her clit while I continue to spank her Butt cheeks. She seems less cocky now. I hear her panting, silently praying for me to take her, but too proud to ask.

"In which hole do you want it, eh sweetheart? You'd like to get it through the back door, wouldn't you?" I ask, rubbing my cock against her tight little hole.

She roars, almost like a lion, and I find it amusing. Since I've already cum once, I'm in no hurry.  I can take my time and rile her up as much as I like. I really want to make her pay for what she did to Eva. The images come back to me. My sweetheart, naked, tied up, humiliated in front of a crowd, being whipped with anal beads up her ass and a vibrating egg in her pussy. I know she liked it, but I would have preferred to be the one to introduce her to these pleasures.

In front of me, Sylvia is getting impatient, so I finally penetrate her with a sharp thrust.

"Oh... yes!” she cries.

I grab her by the hair again and start riding her ass. Our furious fucking is punctuated by the sound of my balls slapping against her pussy and her screams of pleasure. I love that she's so vocal.

"Come on, you bastard! Fuck me hard. Oh, yes! You've got such a huge cock. Give my ass a good ride."

With my free hand, I go back and play with her clitoris while trying to keep a good rhythm. This pushes her into an amazing orgasm. And just when she's had what she wanted, I allow myself to finish.

"Shit, that was good!" she blurts out as I offer her a tissue to clean herself.

I'd take a shower, but I'll wait for Sylvia to leave. That's one of the things I like about her. She never sticks around long after sex. She's just putting her shoes back on, confirming that she's on her way out.

"I might keep a low profile at the club for a while. Since Derek more or less offered me up to a dominatrix, I'd rather not be humiliated twice in such a short time."

I actually remember Derek telling the dominatrix of the sub who sodomized Sylvia on stage that she could take advantage of Sylvia whenever she wanted.

"Oh, I don't think she'll want to try anything on you," I said, not entirely convinced. It's quite a privilege to be offered to dominate one of the club's owners.

"Are you going to Derek's poker night on Thursday?"

"Not sure. Maybe," I reply, lost in thought "Why? You gonna be there?"

"I have a feeling my husband won't leave me much choice," she replies with a sad laugh.

As she heads for the door, I ask her if she's okay. She turns to me and gives me her proud smile before leaving without answering.

Before heading for the bathroom, my eyes fall on my laptop, which I've left lying on the dining table. I can't resist opening it to check my e-mails. I look at the last message I sent Eva over a week ago. It didn't require a reply, but I realize how much I was hoping for one.