For so long I have willingly done his bidding, in any way. I love being submissive, and submissive to and beyond the point of humiliation and pain. Then, one day last week, I asked my beautiful husband if he would do something I have been fantasizing about.
Chris has watched me be naked in public places. He has watched me masturbate in the car, on the beach, and with others. But I wanted to watch him. I asked him to put on a show for me and left it at that, knowing it would be special, and indeed it was. I was at home that afternoon when a text arrived saying "Old barn 2:00pm. Hide!" It came from a number I didn't recognise, and wondered whether Chris had set me up to do something with another for his pleasure.
I went to the old Norman barn in the field beyond our home. Long since abandoned by the farmer and now no longer home to the gathered harvest, but only to the mice and owls. I love the smell of old buildings, expecially ones as steeped in history as this. Hiding was easy, as the old hay loft is still there, and as sound as the day it was built. There were even some forgotton hay bales up there and to make a den took minutes. I lay there surveying the ground below me and wondering what he had in store for me.
Then, I think I may have dozed a little for I awoke to hear their voices. Chris, my lovely husband, and a female's voice. Chris led her into the barn, and an involuntary gasp made me clamp my hand over my mouth. Of all the women who he could have with no more than a glance, my own sister was the last person I expected to see. Divorced some 14 months, Kate has always made no secret to me about her feelings for my husband and I know she masturbates thinking about him, but the reality, the "now-ness" of it was breathtaking.
Chris led her into the barn and pushed her, roughly, I thought, to the ground. He stood over her, in that dominating stance that makes me weak at the knees and snarled "Spread your fucking legs". Kate obeyed and instantly he was between them, ripping her pantyhose apart, pulling her panties aside and entering her with that delicious savagery I know only too well. It would be fast, violent, and fierce, I knew! Kate moaned in delight and clutched him to her urging him ever faster and harder until she orgasmed. Chris, I knew, hadn't.
They lay joined for a while, until Chris kissed her and said "We will do this again...." and Kate left, leaving her ravaged pantyhose behind. At the door Chris said "Your panties. Leave them here." Kate slipped them off her long legs and flicked them across to him. When I knew she had put some distance between herself and the barn, I left my vantage point and climbed down the rickety ladder. At the bottom, Chris made me kneel in front of him. His cock, still wet with her juices stood angry and proud in front of me. I didn't want to touch it, but I found myself leaning in and taking it, for one moment, into my mouth, tasting my sister and my husband together. Then, I wrapped my figners around it and started to masturbate him.
At the same time, he held Kate's damp panties to his face and inhaled deeply. "Your sister's cunt is almost as tight as yours, and she smells....mmmmmmm" I felt him harden and then spurt onto my face and into my hair. When he had done, I stood and took Kate's panties from him, and discarding my own, put them on. Then, I left the barn and him and walked across the field to our home. That night, for Chris, I was Kate, in every conceivable way. One day soon, we will share the barn together, and another of my fantasies will kiss the lips of reality.
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