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“That’s it, Maple, now let’s cleanup the mess you made with my husband’s cock..Good job. Swallow it all.”

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Maple’s boyfriend Preston had had to leave the club early due to an early morning shift, but Maple’s boss and her boss’s husband had offered to keep her company a while longer. Preston thanked them and left.

Veronique and Jason danced Maple into exhaustion. None of them drank alcohol, but Maple felt loopy with endorphins. Her boss and Jason had always been a little flirtatious, but now they were both grinding on her and touching her suggestively. Maple hadn’t ever really danced like this before. She looked around; their behavior didn’t seem out of line compared to other folks on the dance floor. It was just harmless fun, she guessed. She felt good, after all. Very good.

They took a break to drink water and sit at a booth. V and Jason sandwiched Maple, one on either side. Her boss laid her head on Maple’s shoulder, and took her hand, amiably. It was nice. Then Jason put his arm over Maple’s shoulder and ruffled Veronique’s hair. Maple leaned into Jason. It was nicer. She felt titillated by the intimacy, but it was comfortable, too.

The trio made it back onto the dance floor, and Maple found herself sandwiched again. Jason would grind on her from behind. Veronique faced her, dancing close, touching her hips or wrapping her arms around Maple’s neck and staring deep into her eyes. Maple was incredibly aroused and she felt ashamed of herself. She was taking things the wrong way. There were several other triplets and quartets around doing the same things. It didn’t mean anything.

As the night wore on, Maple felt herself grow warn and wet between her legs. What would her boss think? What would Preston think?! She was  so perverted, she chided herself. Then she noticed many of the other dancers starting to make out with one another on the dance floor. Her lips tingled. She wanted that. One other trio nearby was groping each other more overtly, hands were placed under clothes, a man’s shirt removed entirely, a woman’s cleavage licked and kissed, the shirt pulled down to reveal bare breasts. Oh my! Maybe this style of dancing wasn’t so innocent. What was this club? It was exclusive was all she knew. V and Jason, had gotten them in… Maple was incredibly horny, though, and watched the show, transfixed. 

Maple felt her boss lean in closer, and it snapped her out of her fixation. Was her boss about to kiss her? She wanted it, needed it. Her rational concerns were somewhere else, deeply submerged. 

Veronique leaned over Maple’s shoulder and kissed Jason.  Oh, of course. They made out passionately; Maple could feel their warmth and hear their lips. Her cheeks burned, she felt silly and envious. She started to pull away from the two in shame. 

Veronique reached down a hand and restrained her employee. “Don’t worry, my sweet,” she purred into Maple’s ear before licking it lightly and biting the earlobe. Maple was hot and tingly, dazed. Veronique put her hand under the girl’s chin and angled her face up to her own. Maple pursed her lips and leaned into the kiss. Fireworks exploded all over her body. The kiss began gently and then degraded into something feverish, intense. 

She became aware of lips kissing down her neck, pulling aside her collar, biting her where her shoulder and neck met. All the while she continued to make out with Veronique. Jason’s hands gripped her waist and then began wandering up her torso. They found her breasts, nipples poking through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, not bound by bra. He teased her sensitive nipples, driving her wild. He ground his crotch into her butt; she could feel his hard bulge. V started brazenly rubbing between Maple’s skinny jeans clad legs with a free hand. Maple was over-stimulated. Between kisses she let out loud moans that no one else could hear, though they might have noticed her O shaped mouth, eyes rolling up beneath fluttering lids, and wanton hip gyrations between a man’s crotch and a woman’s hand.

She was now so far gone that she couldn’t even keep kissing V. “Yes, yes, yes,” she panted. Jason rolled up Maple’s shirt, revealing her breasts. It felt right to her. Veronique slipped her hand into Maple’s pants and massaged the girl’s clitoral hood. It was finally too much. With a shudder and a high-pitched gasp, Maple came. She slumped onto V.

“Good girl, Maple. Good girl. We’re going to have such fun.”

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Maple was coming down from her high, but she still felt so good, so right. She let the couple lead her back to their place. 

“Text your boyfriend and tell him you’re tired and are crashing at our place.”

She did so. The sun was just starting to rise when they got there. Right in the doorway the two began taking turns kissing her while the other caressed. Bliss was approaching again fast.

“You’re our little pet now, Maple,” Veronique cooed. “Would you like that, to be ours?”

Maple nodded, numbly. She would do anything to keep being with them, like this. “Yes, please, master.”

Master?! Where the hell had that come from. It just slipped out.

“Mmmm, very good girl. You’ll take to training nicely. First I’m going to teach you how to suck my husband’s cock, okay?”

Maple nodded eagerly.

The hot new couple in the apartment down the hall kept inviting your girlfriend to dinner with them. She deferred at first but eventually ran out of excuses and conceded. “I’m sure they meant both of us,” she assured you, but you weren’t so certain. They had pointedly invited only her, right in front of you, repeatedly. 

You weren’t too upset since, like you girlfriend, they were both mathematicians. Another night of math talk would drive you mad. You were spared the social awkwardness when you got called in to work that night. 

You got home late, but your girlfriend still wasn’t back. You could see light through their peephole, but knocking on the door gave no answer. Pressing your ear to the door, you clearly heard the grunts and moans of exuberant intercourse. “H’okay, don’t want t interrupt that,” you thought, walking away. Your girlfriend must have gone out for something, you reasoned. Strange that she didn’t respond to text, though. 

She returned an hour later, waking you up with a kiss. “Sorry, honey, I stayed up late with them, drinking and talking.”

“Is that…all?”

“Yeah, you really dodged a bullet. They would have bored you to tears. But I think we’re gonna be great friends! We have a standard date-uh-dinner night planned each week now. Don’t worry, I said you’d be busy.”

You agreed to the chastity reluctantly. 

Your girlfriend and you fucked daily, at least! At first with great passion, but you did admit it had become a little more perfunctory of late. She said the chastity would be a fun and sexy change of pace. It would turn her on so much. She promised that two weeks of frustration would only make things better and she’d get the best sex of her life. So you agreed to be harnessed. 

The Friday of release came and she sent you sexy text messages all day about how good the fucking would be. 

…but then it was an hour after her shift and she wasn’t home. Eventually she texted to say she had to work late unexpectedly. Another hour went by and she texted you that it would be worth the wait; she was going to get pounded so hard. Then another hour. Then another. Each time telling you to focus on what was to come. 

Finally you got this picture text. She was wearing only your chastity key. It took a moment, but you were sure you recognized the sloppy apartment of your friend Dillon. That fucker! 

“Dillon’s going to fuck me now, Sweety

All your frustration. Knowing you’re locked up at home. The betrayal. It has me so turned on. 

I own you, bitch.

I’m sure this is going to be the best sex of my life! XOXO”

Even though it’s your one year anniversary, your girlfriend keeps flirting with the waiter during dinner. When he asks for your girlfriend’s number, she shoots you only a brief guilty glance before writing her number on the back of the bill you just paid.

“Can I call you later tonight?” the waiter asks, snagging the paper.

“I’ll wait by the phone,” she purrs at him, then turns to you and says in a flat affect, “I’m going to have to take a rain check on the rest of our plans tonight, darling. Something’s come up.”

Raising a glass, she toasts, “To a more fulfilling second year.”

“Honey, we need to talk… I think I’m bored.”

“With all the sleeping around?”

You thought you would be disappointed if she wanted to stop, but you feel only relief. Things have just gone too far. The jealousy is eating away at you, leaving you feeling more depressed than horny. And now that He had gotten her into that chastity belt, you never even get to have intercourse. The oral just reminds you of what you’re missing. Plus you have been so afraid she’s falling for Him.

“No, I’m bored…with you”

“…Oh…” 

You feel broken. Have you lost her? Yet, somewhere deep down you feel that delicious burn of humiliation. To lose your girlfriend to another guy would be the ultimate shame thrill. Cheeks burning, you drop your head in embarrassment.

“Sweetie, I still love you!” she rushes out, “but I just feel like we’ve stagnated. I do all this fun sexy things with all these other guys. And now that He has me under His thumb, I feel such purpose. But with you…”

“I’m just pathetic…”

“Well…I didn’t want to say it like that. But yeah.”

She’s been spending so much time away from you, lately. You wonder what sort of sex could take days at a time. You feel a little jealous; you’ve never had sex that epic with her. But it’s still prety hot to think about her banging some anonymous guy with wild sexual abandon.

She tells you that she has to change partners a lot. Since it’s all just physical.

“I grow tired of being the same guy’s blow-up doll for too long,” she said the other day, “It’s crazy erotic at first. Cheating on you. Bending to some stranger’s every whim. But without that emotional connection, it becomes tedious. The same positions, same kinks…” she trailed off with a dreamy look, as if remembering some kink especially naughty and fun. It drives you wild she won’t tell you any specifics. She says she hold each guy’s privacy sacrosanct. That those moments belong to the two of them alone.

“You could become a little more…intimate…with some of them, “ you stammered, immediately regretting it as you saw a wicked grin cross her face. *What the Hell?!* you asked yourself, *are you trying to end up alone? Have you forgotten about Him!? He doesn’t seem to go away.*

“Oh, yeah? Maybe I should. Give my heart to them as well as my body. You’d like that, huh? If I had some other boyfriends to rival you. Maybe you’d lose me completely…” she said, sliding her hand down your abdomen and grabbing your crotch.

You felt ice in your veins and burning in you face and genitals. Head down, you couldn’t even bear to look at her.

“Aw honey, I shouldn’t tease you like that. You don’t have anything to fear. I like being slutty and cuckolding you, but I just can’t love anyone else but you. I’m sorry, but I’m all yours where it counts,” she said, placing your hand on her left breast.

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She’s been away for three days this time, longer than ever before. You’re worried something might have happened to her. What if that sadistic fuck who put that chastity belt on her decided He wanted something more extreme? She doesn’t seem to ever say no anymore…but you haven’t heard anything from Jade. Your girlfriend refuses to tell you anything when she goes away, but she swears she keeps Jade abreast of everything as a safety net. If she doesn’t check in, Jade is supposed to contact you immediately.  

You shoot Jade a worried text and just get a thumbs-up emoji in response. They never tell you anything either. You decide to get your stress out with a jog.

But as soon as you enter the park you spot her. And worse, she’s with Him. At least they’re not engaging in crazy knife play or one of the other extravagant things you feared. What are they doing? You hide behind a tree and watch. They’re holding hands? You feel strange. They walk a short distance and sit down on the grass. You expect furious make-outs. Maybe even public sex? You start rubbing yourself. But ten-minutes on and they just holding hands and gazing at the clouds. Talking, laughing. She dotes on Him, giving tender kisses.

Fuck!

“Oh, honey, we’ve been over this. You agreed to the terms. I give myself to each guy I’m with. I’m his absolute slut. But you’re different, sweetie; we’re equals. Partners.” She looks at you with those big, innocent eyes. “Isn’t that nice? I love you. You’re special. If you were just some other guy, I’d let you fuck me and do whatever you want with my body. But you get to be special to me. We’re a team.”

“I understand that, I do. I respect your choices. But can’t we agree together to take that key from around your neck and unlock that chastity belt you’re wearing?”

“Umm, I’m sorry, baby,” she apologizes, biting her lip. “I’ll admit things got carried away. Once I told Him our arrangement, He locked me up in this. It felt so sexy and submissive. He asked me if I’d make Him a promise. I was so carried away by arousal, I told Him I’d do anything He asked. He made me promise to never remove this key from my neck myself. To use it only when necessary to lock myself up after sex and immediately replace it on my neck. And also…to never let you use it.”

“Me! …just me…and you… so you mean…?”

“Yeah!” she chimes in, all bubbly, “He was really nice about letting my other fuck buddies use the key. Or anyone else who wants to use me. I’d feel so conflicted if I had to disappoint them.”

“But not me?!”

“Sugar, don’t be like that. You know I hate disappointing you. But that’s not what I mean. You’re my boyfriend, not one of those guys I let make me his fuck puppet for a few hours. It’s okay to say no to you. That’s what makes us partners.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that… But this is ridiculous! He’d never know if we just…” you trail off, tracing a finger seductively down from her cheek and tug at the key.

She slaps your hand away, lightning fast.

“No!” She shouts. Anger flashes in her eyes, her face gravely serious. “This is a test of trust. I won’t break a promise. I might be a slut, but my word is my bondage.”

A hot little story of my own:

At the club, she comes up to you and starts dancing, grinding on your leg, then  whispering seductively in your ear.

“That guy I’ve been dancing with over there? He wants to fuck me. I can tell. You want me to do it?”

“Mmmm. Please, baby,” you plead with your girlfriend. This would be the dream come true, finally. “Go home with him.”

“No,” she pants in your ear, rubbing her warm crotch harder into your thigh. You’re both aroused and disappointed. At least this is a step in the right direction.

“I think he’ll fuck me right here.”

Your heart drops.

“Take my panties,” she coos, sliding your hand up her thigh, under her dress. Hooking a thumb in the waistband, you begin to pull them down. Her hand halts yours and she looks you right in the eye.

“But know if you take my panties now, I won’t be yours anymore. Not fully. I’ll be his. Then the next guy’s. Then the next. I’ll give myself fully to each person I’m with. You’ll be nothing to me when I’m with them.”

She releases your hand and continues to stare deeply into your eyes. Asking you with a look if you will accept or reject this new reality.

Your pulse races. Your adrenaline flows. You return her unwavering gaze and continue sliding her panties down. Kneeling, you remove them fully and stand, moist underwear in hand.

She leans in, breathing warmly into your ear.

“Goodbye.”