Sultry Time Under A Dark Sun

    My mistress, Sabrina says, “You told me you loved me. Never did you reveal you were married. I fell head over heels in love with you.”  
     Someone knocks on the door. Sabrina greets my wife who is the intruder. My wife, Pearl, says, “It was so nice of you to text John the address to your playroom. Forgive me but I’ve been reading your texts to my husband. I must say those scenes you play out with him are most intriguing, especially the ones involving me. If I may be so bold would you consider allowing me to participate in person?”  
     Sabrina binds my wife to the cross. She says, “Now I have you and your wife, here, in my clutches. You see these four guys. They are mobsters straight out of an Al Capone movie. My body was the price of their service. I paid in advance. They are normally for my protection in case my sub gets out of hand with me. But they follow my orders and will enforce a different sort of bondage if I give the word. And they will see to it that your dear wife isn’t going anywhere.”  
     I plead, “Oh please let her go. Do what you want with me. Just don’t harm my wife.”  
     My wife, Pearl exclaims, “How could you cheat on me? I did everything you wanted in bed. I never denied you anything. And now this woman is about to inflict harm on me.”  
     Mistress Sabrina says, “You see your wife is all tied up to the cross. She can’t budge an inch. And you are bound to the crucifix opposite her.”    
     Sabrina smacks my wife on her buns. Pearl yells. Sabrina spanks my wife with loud slaps resounding like firecrackers. My wife whimpers.    
     Sabrina warns, “Her ass is red as a strawberry John. Should I keep on paddling her? Now, I want you to drink this cup of castor oil. Maybe it will wash all the dirtiness from your foul mouth. All those obscene things you told me to get me horny. But maybe you need some more incentive. Now, John, you see this burning cigar? Well, I’m going to stand behind your wife. Look how close the smoking tip is to her nipple. If I were to press it into her pink bud imagine the pain it would cause her. Think of the damage it would do.”    
     Sabrina dips her hand into my wife’s juicy nether petals. She parts her rose and squeezes her bud into plump fullness. My wife moans from pleasure. Her orchid grows slick with desire. Her mother of pearl glitters. Then Sabrina draws the smoldering cigar close to Pearl’s clit. The smoke snakes up her pink slit to tickle her annulus until her giggles belie the threat.  
     My wife implores me, “Please honey. She’s serious. I can feel the heat so close. Do as she says!”  
     Sabrina threatens, “John I could brand her here in her source of womanly desire, the core of her sexual being. Imagine the pain, John. I’m going to hold the cup to your lips. Drink John!”  
     I capitulate, “OK. OK.” I retch on the drink. My gut convulses.  
     My wife vexes, “Oh John. Why did you hook up with this crazy bitch?”  
     I beg, “I’m sorry honey. Please forgive me.”  
    Sabrina admonishes, “The game isn’t over yet. John I’m going to release you from your cross. But remember these burly men are here in case you decide to run for it. And we have your wife. That cigar can do its job on her clit if you don’t cooperate. Now you’re free. I want you to fuck me,  
right here in front of your lovely wife. I want her to see what a dirty man you are.”  
     My words wiggle for escape. “Oh please, don’t make me do this. I’ll pay you good money if you let us go.”  
     Sabrina lays down the law. “No way buddy. We’re going to make love. I want it from behind. Now get in the bed with me. Look at my pretty pussy.” Her dewy petals pout pink and glisten in the frame of her black forest. “Mount me NOW!”  
     My wife takes the only route to mercy. “Do it, honey. I don’t want my nipple or clit burned. Please just do it and get it over with.”  
     I pull Sabrina’s derriere cheeks apart. They are supple, muscular, and sparkle with sweat beads. I roam between her legs and part her pomegranate that is prepared to be tasted by my ungovernably hard cock.    
     I plunge into her wetness like a tongue into Eucharistic wine. My plum shrinks into the prune where my fructose finds fruition. Suddenly my tuning fork sings. I pull out just in time to glaze her derriere like a doughnut. It is all over but the wailing for my marriage.  
     Pearl cries, “You iced her cake. John. How could you?”  
     My heart is a bird fluttering in its cage to escape. “I was protecting you, honey. Don’t you see that?”  
     Pearl weeps. “All I see is your lacework all over that vixen. Did you like her pussy? Was it better than mine?”  
     Sabrina keeps her ass in the air. Her buns glisten with my essence. She has a wicked grin on her face.  
She traces the path of my confection to taste my pollen.  
     Sabrina sports a Puckish grin. “Mission accomplished. Now, John, I want your wife to go home. But I want you for myself. We can be together forever. I love you.” I slap Sabrina’s bottom hard.  
     Pearl says, “Listen, John, much as I enjoyed Sabrina’s fingers on my clit, I want you for myself.”  
     Suddenly there is a pounding on the door. “This is the police, open up!”  
     Sabrina’s smile turns into an O of dismay. Pearl says, “I texted my girlfriend to send the police to this address in thirty minutes. This would allow enough time for our session to be in full swing. I bet your goons aren’t so loyal as to go to jail for you, Sabrina. We won’t press charges on them if they go to court as witnesses to your torture and attempted maiming.” The men nod yes.  
     Sabrina asks, “How did you know my sessions lacked safe word, and hence skirted the law?”  
     “Sabrina it is all in your texts. I wanted you caught in flagrante delicto so they will put you behind bars for a long time. I want to keep him out of your claws long enough for him to forget that pungent perfume you wear which scents his shirt collar.”  
     I say, “Sabrina, the game is up. Unlock us from these crosses.”  
     Pearl tells me, “Why didn’t you tell me that leather and lace are your nirvana? From now on you get a dominatrix who isn’t a psycho. Trust me getting dominated by your wife will do more than light your wick. Your candle will be roman not wax.”