'To my horror, he put me to the test. It was almost as if he had read my mind. Perhaps he simply guessed that he was going further than I would have expected of him, despite my already accepting the introduction of the visitor.

He suggested I should take off my wet knickers, surely they were uncomfortable. Sure enough, with the two men staring fixedly at my hands as they moved almost without my conscious control to the waistband of my underwear, I hooked my thumbs under the elastic and pushed the garment down...when they were past my hips, my knickers, my last defence, fell to my ankles. Trying not to part my legs, I bent and hooked them from my feet. As if he had spoken, told me what he wanted, I put the wet scrap of black lace to my nostrils and inhaled the musky scent, then stepped toward the Commander and gently tossed them to him. He caught them expertly, did as I had done, inhaling my intimacy in an act that asserted his dominance and my subservience, before tossing them to the visitor.

The visitor did as we had done, but in an act that sent a shiver through my body centred in my crutch and spreading like lightning to my nipples, he spread the knickers so the crutch spread between his fingers and licked the part that had been closest to my pussy. He closed his eyes as if savouring the arousal of my most intimate place. I should have felt violated. Instead I felt myself gush and shuddered...somehow my fingers of my right hand had found their way inside me and I was fucking myself. The fingers of my left hand were tugging at my left nipple.'

I could scarcely believe what I was hearing, not only that my wife had stood in front of two men, one a complete stranger, in just her stockings and suspenders, tits and cunt on display, wantonly, blatantly, masturbating, but also that she was telling me about it. But she had not finished.

'The visitor was taking off his clothes, was quickly down to his underwear. My gaze was on the bulge in his tight white briefs. The Commander watched me as if gauging my reaction. He suggested I would be more comfortable if I were facing away. I understood him. Turning my back on the visitor I sank to my knees, dropped forward onto my hands, my breasts hanging like udders, nipples touching the carpet. Crouching, I lifted my naked buttocks and presented myself like a beast. The visitor lost no time, I felt something hard, hot, ribbed, sliding forward in the wetness between my swollen eager labia and then back and again forward. I reached back between my legs and guided the head of his cock into my body. I was so wet that entry was easy but it was tight too...I've never felt so filled, stretching the tunnel of my vagina and pressing on my clitoris. I cried out in ecstasy as I was filled as I'd never been filled before.

'He fucked you, this stranger...just like that...as if you were a bitch on heat.'

'Yes, I was nothing more than a wanton depraved bitch desperate for his animal lust. We were both grunting like pigs, primal bestial noises. To explain to you how basic was my lust, I felt as if my only link with civilised humanity was the fact that I wore stockings and suspenders.'

He withdrew just in time to spatter hot cum over my buttocks and back, I didn't care, I wanted it, I'd have welcomed as much and as many as the Commander desired.'

'I'm assuming he took no part in this other than watching?'

'I suspect he masturbated as usual, but no, he did not fuck me. Not that time.'

'He did later?'

'Let me tell you about yesterday.'