If Emma was honest with herself, she was never really into straight sex. Plain-vanilla sex with her husband just never seemed worth the effort. She married Aaron more out of obligation and had sex with him around once a month for the first 10 years of their marriage for the same reason.

It wasn’t as though she didn’t love him, he was still her best friend. Aaron just didn’t seem to turn her on. But that was guys in general really. She thought it was due to her low sex drive. But recently she was between jobs and listless. That’s when Emma found herself and rediscovered her sex drive. Browsing seedy underground websites, she found herself inexplicably drawn to hardcore porn. Not just any porn but bondage porn, lesbian bondage. She had discovered her ultimate fantasy, she wanted a sex slave.

It was a dream, nothing more. Emma found her fantasies sparked her desire for Aaron. After all, he was a good guy and a great husband. Emma had long been disappointed in her part of their dead bedroom. She felt like she’d tricked Aaron into a marriage of convenience and security. He deserved better, they both did. Porn had become her answer, using the videos to get off almost every day. Driving her to orgasmic bliss that she’d almost forgotten. Some days she found herself so horny she jumped Aaron’s bones the minute he got off work.

One afternoon, Aaron returned home early and stumbled in on Emma. She was lying on their bed, laptop open beside her, naked, moaning hard as she fingered herself, but no louder than the video she was watching.

“Well,” Aaron stammered, as appreciative of the scene as he was confused. “Is this what’s gotten you all frisky lately?” Aaron asked with a sly grin before his eyes widened as he focused on the laptop screen.

Aaron’s brow furrowed with shock and intrigue. “Bondage?” he finally asked, his voice hesitant. He stood frozen in the doorway, eyes bouncing from the graphic video of the gorgeous lesbian fisting her tied-up lover and back to the naked body of his equally beautiful wife, her shimmering fingers absentmindedly brushing her petite pussy.

Emma, startled but unashamed, simply met his gaze with a playful smirk. “Surprised?” she purred, her voice husky with desire. Empowered by her lust, Emma shook off her inhibitions, hoping Aaron would embrace the same opportunity to save her marriage as she did. Perhaps their bedroom wasn’t so dead after all, just waiting for a spark to ignite the hidden desires that lay dormant beneath the surface. “Maybe this is what we’ve been missing all along.”

“And what exactly is that?” Aaron asked as he climbed onto the bed next to his bride.

“I think we need a plaything.”

The realization was shocking, but liberating for both of them. Aaron was unsure but too turned on to argue and ultimately wanted anything that would make his wife happy again. They drafted a profile for Emma on a few dating apps, carefully wording their intentions to attract like-minded women. It wasn’t easy, and there didn’t seem to be much out there, but Emma persevered, sifting through profile after profile for someone who understood the dynamic she was seeking. She wasn’t looking for a fling, she wanted a genuine connection, someone who would be comfortable exploring this new facet of her sexuality. This wasn’t just about sex, it was about power, desire, and a long-suppressed part of herself finally demanding to be heard.

Aaron remained a bastion of support, reassuring her that finding the right person might take time, urging her not to settle for anything less than what she truly wanted. Then, one evening, a message popped up from a woman named Kimmy. Her profile was straightforward, but alluring, hinting at a similar hunger and void in her life that resonated with Emma immediately.

Emma felt a thrill course through her as she arranged to meet Kimmy the following week. They picked a quiet coffee shop downtown to feel each other out.

Emma arrived early, and the coffee did nothing to settle her nerves. Every inch of her needed Kimmy to be just who she seemed on the computer.

Kimmy entered, a whirlwind of blonde hair and undeniable sensual energy. Emma felt her breath catch. She had always harbored a pang of envy for women blessed with ample curves, a feeling that lately had sharpened into an outright obsession. Kimmy embodied that obsession completely. Emma couldn’t take her eyes off of Kimmy’s impressive chest, straining the fabric of her blouse, showing off a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage, a tempting promise displayed like a delectable treat.

The initial conversation was tentative, circling around shared interests and mundane details. But as they delved deeper, fueled by nervous laughter and subtle glances, the unspoken understanding between them began to form. They navigated the delicate subject of their expectations, Emma laying bare her fantasy, her need for utter control and connection.

Kimmy listened carefully, her gaze unwavering, and then, with a small smile, she admitted she longed to submit, to give up control, completely. “I’m done with relationships,” Kimmy reassured her. “I just want to be used, by you.”

Emma blushed. She was still new to this but had to admit there was a sensual raw energy to Kimmy that was intoxicating and validating. She smiled wide. “I think you’d make an awesome girlfriend..”

“No.” Kimmy interrupted. Her eyes burning with desire. “I want to be totally yours.” She whispered as she leaned in closer across the table. “I want to be your slave. The truth is, I’ve been submissive in a relationship a few times and it just gets too hard. A lot of times life gets in the way. I’m ready to put that behind me. I want to be nothing more than a slut. Does that make sense?”

Emma squirmed in her seat as she felt a tingling sensation growing uncontrollably between her legs. She felt as if she were floating. This was too good to be true.

The words dripping from Kimmy’s tongue and were sweeter than anything, any dream scenario Emma could’ve imagined. “It works out perfectly since I have no place to live, and I’m more than willing to earn my keep.” Kimmy’s eyes flickered with passion. “I promise I’ll be a good pet, and I’m on birth control so your husband can pump me full of come whenever he wants.” Emma’s heart raced as she struggled to listen to the rest Kimmy’s entrancing offering. “And I love cock as much as pussy. So, if you want me to. I can eat load after load from your dripping cunt.”

“Well,” Emma responded, her smirk returning, “maybe we can work something out.” The electricity between them was palpable, a magnetic force pulling them closer, obliterating any polite facade. Emma paused, enjoying the sultry intensity of Kimmy’s gaze. “How about you come meet my husband and see if he wants to keep you?” She raised an eyebrow, challenging Kimmy to prove her willingness.

Kimmy smiled, the thrill of submission coursing through her veins. “Yes mistress.”

Kimmy’s response sent a shiver down Emma’s spine, a rush of excitement at the thought that her dreams were on the edge of becoming a reality. As they left the coffee shop, her mind raced with hope for the future.

She wasn’t the only one. Kimmy’s heart was pounding with eagerness as she followed Emma, her mind buzzing with possibilities. Meeting Emma’s husband felt like a pivotal moment, a test she was eager to pass.

Aaron greeted Emma with an optimistic smile as he lounged comfortably on the couch, awaiting the news from his bride. “How did the date go?”

Emma smiled back slightly as she turned around and let Kimmy enter in behind her, her hips swaying like a seductive greeting, a devilish, sultry smile stretching across her magazine-ready face.

“Oh”

“I thought it went pretty well. Just wanted to see if you liked our new friend as much as I do.” Emma grinned as she petted Kimmy’s hair. Their twin seductive gazes were enough to melt ice. Aaron’s cock twitched impatiently. “She suggested we take her for a little spin before she becomes our little free use play thing.”

“Free use?” Aaron felt confused and needed clarification. “What does that mean?”

“Well,” Kimmy answered as she began crawling on the floor toward Aaron. “It means that I’m all yours, twenty-four seven, three hundred and sixty-five days of being your live in whore.” She purred, as she reached Aaron’s feet and lightly traced the outline of his erection through his sweatpants.

“So…” Aaron grinned, his voice laced with the authority of a man who knew he held all the cards. “Let’s see what you’re working with.”

Emma watched, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as their pet rose to her feet at her husband’s command. Kimmy took her time unbuttoning her blouse, pausing with seductive flair.

Aaron’s breath hitched in his throat as he surveyed the scene before him, his initial skepticism melting away, replaced by a potent surge of lust. His newfound power over this beautiful creature was intoxicating.

Kimmy continued undressing for her audience. Skillfully reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall with her massive breasts, wowing the couple and prompting Emma to shift for a better view. Her perfect, wide areolas, graced with dainty barbell piercings, were enough to make Emma start to drool with lust.

“Every inch belongs to you sir.” Kimmy whispered as she began to lower her thong. The fabric slid down her thighs, pooling around her ankles, leaving her completely exposed. Kimmy shivered with the thrill of submission. “Now what would you like me to do, sir?” she purred.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Aaron licked his lips. “A good start.” He leaned forward, his gaze intense, as if assessing a prized possession, his fingers tracing up her inner thigh to confirm her excitement. They moaned in tandem as his finger easily slipped into her already dripping pussy. “A very good start.”

Kimmy arched into his touch, her body responding with a jolt of pure pleasure, her body quivering with desire as Aaron’s domineering fingers ignited a fire within her.

Emma watched, absorbed in the moment. Her own excitement mounting as she witnessed the raw passion unfolding before her. Aaron’s commanding presence filled the room, his gaze locking onto Kimmy’s with unwavering intensity. He tasted her essence on his fingers with a wicked grin, “Not bad at all.” Aaron’s grin deepened as he savored her lingering taste on his fingertips. “Not bad at all,” he said, his imposing tone echoing through the air and sending shivers down the spines of both women. “Let your mistress have a taste of your whore cunt.”

Emma watched breathlessly, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips as she basked in the overwhelming eroticism of the moment. Her pulse raced as she took in the raw desire radiating from Aaron, and the utter sexiness of Kimmy’s perfect body.

Kimmy, her face flushed and heart pounding, obeyed without hesitation. She crawled across the floor toward Emma’s feet, her focus entirely on her mistress. Her eyes shimmered with a desperate need, a yearning to become their ultimate fantasy. Kneeling before Emma, she kissed her feet before moving her kisses up her calf, toward the edge of her skirt.

Emma reached down and cupped her pet’s chin, bidding her to rise. Being so close to Kimmy’s voluptuous, enticing form gave Emma pause, forcing her to remember to breathe. Slowly, Emma reached out, tracing the lines of Kimmy’s flawless curves, teasing Kimmy’s nipples into hard buds, and then down her hips.

Emma’s touch was electric, befitting the beautiful mistress of Kimmy’s dreams. Kimmy’s breath hitched, a soft gasp lost in the quiet, as Emma plunged her fingers into her sopping folds. The wet sound of her lust echoed like a spellbinding invitation throughout the room.

It had been ages since Emma had been with a woman, and that was just a kiss. She had thought her desire had passed into fantasy, but feeling the wetness of her flawless pet proved her hunger to be all too real.

Kimmy moaned with pleasure at the attention she was getting. Emma then bent down and put her mouth on Kimmy’s dripping cunt. Licking it as if her life depended on it. Aaron could no longer resist. He bit his lip and released his pent-up erection from his pants, stroking it frantically in appreciation of the show.

Aaron was mesmerized by his bride’s unexpected passion while she brought their new plaything to the brink of ecstasy, her gorgeous body wriggling in pleasure. That just wouldn’t do, he thought. She was there for both of them, so why was he left to spectate?

“Enough foreplay,” Aaron growled, his voice thick with lust. He strode towards them, a primal energy radiating from his authoritative frame. “Now it’s time for some real fun.” He grabbed Kimmy by her hair, pulling her head back so that he could clearly see her flushed face, his cock slapping her backside with a wet thump. “We cum first in this house.”

Looking up from her sapphic indulgence, Emma could hardly believe the erotic aura coming from her husband, sending a chill down her spine. She had never felt so turned on.

Kimmy giggled with delight at Aaron while he fondled her tits before leaning in to whisper his next command. “Help your mistress strip.”

Aaron’s grip tightened, his dominance making both women’s hearts flutter. Kimmy moved on command, her eager hands trembling slightly as she unbuttoned Emma’s blouse, one slow button at a time, revealing the lacy black bra underneath. She then unzipped Emma’s skirt, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her standing in matching lingerie. Aaron’s eyes blazed, reveling in the intoxicating power he held as he watched Kimmy’s every move.

He pulled Kimmy roughly towards him, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a possessive hunger. Then, he drew back and looked at Emma, who had already tossed aside her underclothes in impatience.

“Come.” Emma ordered as she lay down on the couch, slowly spreading her legs for her lovers. Her petite folds glistening with want like Aaron had never seen before. “You belong to us both. Serve us both.”

Aaron positioned Kimmy between Emma’s legs, forcing her face into Emma’s waiting pussy.

“Now, eat.” Emma moaned.

Kimmy eagerly complied with his commands, her passion igniting the room. Emma’s gaze locked with Aaron’s, a look more thankful and loving than they had exchanged in years.

Emma’s sweet moans blended with Kimmy’s eager lapping as Aaron teased their pet’s sensitive nipples and dripping cunt, prompting an occasional squeak.

Overcome with passion she had never felt before, Emma beckoned her husband closer with a trembling finger. It was Aaron’s turn to obey. He leaned in without hesitation, resting a knee on the cushion beside her, letting his needy cock dangle just beside their pet’s busy lips.

Emma captured her husband’s face and pulled him close with a rare passionate kiss of appreciation.

Aaron was still stunned as his bride pushed him away. “She’s really good at eating pussy hun. Let’s see if she’s any good at sucking cock.” Emma said as she lifted Kimmy by the hair. “Show your master what you can do,” she commanded.

Aaron felt a shiver of delight as Kimmy’s soft lips tenderly wrapped around his throbbing cockhead before releasing it with a wet pop and a sly smile. Without hesitation, she began to thoughtfully lap the underside of his shaft, the smooth wetness causing Aaron’s abs to flex and tense. He let out a low growl, the sound rumbling in his chest, as his erection leaped at his pet’s affectionate teasing.

It was Emma who broke first. “Just fuck her face already,” she ordered, grabbing Kimmy by the hair and leaning her head back for her husband. Kimmy, eager to please, opened her mouth wide for him.

Aaron, emboldened by his wife, began to thrust his crotch into Kimmy’s face. Emma watched the display greedily, reveling in the torrent of lust and submission unfolding before her as her husband used the pretty young whore as a fleshlight, making her gag and cry, just inches from her face. She could have cum from just watching, but she wanted more, they both did.

Emma pulled Kimmy back off her husband’s dripping shaft. “Well, it looks like hubby’s enjoying himself.” She chuckled with glee. “But what do you say? Ready to become our official little fuck toy?”

A sly smile crept across Kimmy’s spit and semen-soaked face. “Please claim me.” She panted breathlessly.

“You heard the whore.” Emma said with a seductive smirk. “Why don’t you fill her greedy little cunt while she makes me cum?”

Aaron barely hesitated, quickly climbing off the couch and behind Kimmy’s luscious ass. He spread her legs wider, exposing her moist opening to his hungry gaze. Aaron pressed his hard cock against Kimmy’s soaked vulva. He pierced her wetness easily and filled her completely. The force of his entry elicited a sharp gasp from Kimmy, hastily swallowed by her eager acceptance as she tightened and pulsed around his massive rod.

Emma reached down, pushing Kimmy’s head back down between her legs where it belonged. Aaron’s movements grew more frantic. He gripped Kimmy’s hips possessively as he delved into her with a primal hunger. His grunts echoed through the room as he drove deeper into Kimmy. Emma’s breath quickened as she watched Aaron pound into their plaything, the sight fueling her own rising desire. She pressed Kimmy’s face harder against her clit.

Kimmy, absorbed in her role as their plaything, surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.

Emma closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the sensations, her fingers dancing across her skin, Kimmy feeling her need reached up to help, joining Emma in massaging her needy nipples, pulling her closer to the edge.

Emma, eyes glazed with euphoria, clung hard to Kimmy, her nails digging into her shoulders, whispering obscenities that only served to heighten the moment.

Emma could hold back no longer. She let out a primal scream, arching her back as she barreled headlong onto an explosive orgasm.

Basking in the hypnotic bliss of her climax, Emma fixed her eyes on her husband. “Faster,” She urged, her voice thick with need. “Make her scream for us.” Aaron needed no further prompting.

Aaron’s pace quickened further. He drove into Kimmy with renewed vigor, each thrust deeper and more insistent than the last. His breaths ragged and shallow.

Kimmy’s cries grew into screams, a mixture of pleasure and pain that only fueled their lust. Emma leaned forward, her hands exploring Kimmy’s body, teasing her nipples and whispering encouragement in her ear. With a final, shuddering cry, she succumbed, her tight frame convulsing in a series of intense spasms. Soon, Kimmy’s orgasm crested, a wave of euphoria washing over her as her body arched in ecstasy forcing her to desperately cling to Emma’s breast.

As her climax subsided, Kimmy opened her eyes, a look of satisfied exhaustion on her face. Aaron, sensing her release, pushed even harder, his own pleasure building to a fever pitch. With a guttural roar, he unleashed his seed deep within Kimmy, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

Kimmy softly moaned, her body still tingling. She thought her climax was over, but Kimmy’s head started to spin as she felt Aaron explode deep within her, claiming her with his hot seed. Her breath hitched, a fresh wave of climax washing over her as his final shudder wracked them both.

A blissful numbness spread through Kimmy’s flushed limbs, leaving her utterly content. The world faded to a gentle hum as Aaron collapsed against her, spent and satisfied.

Emma, still trembling from elation, watched them with a possessive gaze. “Good girl,” she purred, stroking Kimmy’s sweat-soaked hair. “You’ve earned your place.”

“Thank you mistress.” Kimmy purred quietly as her heart fluttered with contentment.

“Welcome home,” Aaron said softly, his tone warm and inviting as the twinkle in his bride’s eyes.