Tammy gazed across the restaurant table directly at Harold, her hands held within his. “Are you sure you want to marry me, Harold? I can be a very demanding bitch.”

Harold smiled and tightened his grip slightly. “Yes Tammy. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Tammy lowered her head; her voice dropped to a near whisper. “I’ll have to think about it. I care deeply about you Harold, but we both know you can’t fuck me like I need.”

Harold winced. He knew his bedroom performance, or more accurately lack of performance, was the reason Tammy hesitated to say yes. Yet, he loved her. He loved all of the passion and excitement she brought into his life.

Harold thought back to when he’d first met Tammy, almost a year ago, in the same shopping mall. She’d responded to his listing on an Internet singles site. They’d communicated by email for a week, sharing their desires, hopes, and dreams, before they met at the Books a Million bookstore.

Tammy mentioned sex in the second email. Harold was delightfully surprised. Usually women wanted to know about your job or hobbies at first, not your sexual fantasies. Through the next several emails, Harold and Tammy found that they shared several domination and submission fantasies.

The first time Harold and Tammy met, they walked over to the center of the food court, and sat down. He was happy to meet a beautiful woman seven years younger than him with shoulder length wavy red hair and deep green eyes. He shared his fantasies and experiences with her, thoughts that had been bottled up inside him for so long. Tammy not only listened, she understood the desires behind the thoughts. She was pleased to get to know a distinguished gentleman with graying brown hair and brown cow eyes, taller, older, and more experienced. Harold enjoyed listening to her experiences and understood her desires. The time flew, and it came time for her to leave. They hugged and said goodbye.

Even though Harold and Tammy shared a passion for sex, the first couple of months were amazingly chaste. She let him hold her hand, hug her, and kiss her goodnight, but she did not want to go any farther. He did not press her. They sometimes talked about their fantasies, but mostly they talked about the movie they saw, the dinner they ate, or the trees and squirrels as they walked through the park.

Harold was surprised and delighted the first time Tammy invited him in to her home. They shared a cup of coffee, and she led him into her bedroom. She undressed him, and he undressed her. They embraced and fell into bed. The sexual tension that had been building between them was released in three hours of sensual passion. Lips met in long kisses. Fingers and hands roamed over bare skin. He fingered her pussy for a while before he licked and sucked her clit. She relaxed and enjoyed the sensations pulsing through her body. Ultimately, her body could remain still no more. She climbed on top of him and rode his cock to several forceful orgasms before he exploded in ecstasy.

Sadly, that was the only time Harold performed so well in bed. For some reason, probably his diabetes, he had trouble maintaining an erection. He tried valiantly to satisfy Tammy with his fingers and mouth, but she craved more. Vibrators and dildos helped some, but she wanted, no she needed to feel a warm hard cock driving furiously in and out of her dripping pussy.

After a couple of months of frustration, Tammy couldn’t stand it any more. She called Chuck, an old boyfriend from several years back. They’d broken up because she couldn’t stand his selfishness, but he was a fantastic fuck. He came over, fucked her hard and long, and left. She lay spent on the bed, feeling a little guilty, but the tingling in her pussy soothed her thoughts.

Tammy kept Chuck’s weekly visits a secret from Harold. Her mood brightened considerably. Harold gave her the intellectual stimulation and the comfort she desired so much, while Chuck gave her the raw, animal fucking she so desperately needed. Now that Tammy stopped pressuring Harold so much in the bedroom, he could relax and they enjoyed their sexual time together more.

Tammy and Harold took turns dominating each other. Tammy would tie Harold to the bed and sexually tease him, sometimes for hours, before she’d drop her pussy on his face and have him eat her for as long as she wanted. Harold liked having Tammy wait on him naked. He’d sit on the sofa and turn on a baseball game, while she’d get beer and chips from the kitchen. He loved the way her breasts swayed and how she leaned over right in front of him to put the beer and chips on the coffee table. He loved the way she caressed him with her hands and lips while he watched the game. After the game, he’d tie her hands behind her back and have her kneel in front of him. She would lick and suck on his cock until he came.

Tammy found herself falling in love with Harold. She wasn’t surprised when she heard Harold ask her to marry him over dinner; she was confused. After dinner, he took her home, kissed her goodnight, and left. She felt a little disappointed that he didn’t want to stay, although she wasn’t going to invite him in tonight. He went home and had trouble getting to sleep. She sat up all night and thought about her future with him.

After a few days Harold couldn’t stand the waiting any longer. He calls Tammy.

“Hello Tammy, it’s Harold.”

“Hi Harold.”

“Well Tammy, will you marry me?”

Tammy sighs. She’s afraid of losing his companionship. “Harold, I love you, but it hasn’t been an easy decision.” She takes a deep breath. “If you pass my test, I’ll marry you.”

“Test? What test?”

Tammy hesitates. “You have to let me tie you up and watch another man fuck me. If you can do that for me, I’ll marry you.”

Harold cannot believe what he heard. He is shocked and doesn’t know what to say.

After a while Tammy asks, “Harold, are you there?”

Harold finds his voice. “Yes Tammy, I’m still here.”

“Will you take my test?”

Harold pauses. “Can I think about it first?”

Tammy smiles. Harold didn’t hang up or say no. “Yes Harold, you can think about it. Call me when you’re ready. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

Harold tries to keep his mind from spinning out of control. He loves Tammy, but can he watch another man fuck her? Can he watch her enjoy it? The thought sickens him. As he thinks about her request, he realizes that the reason she stopped expecting him to fuck months ago is that she’s already fucking some other man. He's angry with her, and the anger washes over him.

After a couple of days, the anger subsides, and Harold recalls all of the good times he and Tammy had these last few months. He misses her, and struggles to decide whether sharing her is better than forgetting her. After a week of soul searching, he realizes that he still loves her, and is willing to submit to her desires.

Harold calls Tammy. “Hello Tammy, it’s Harold.”

Tammy’s heart leaps. She wasn’t sure if he’d ever call again. “Hi Harold.”

Harold realizes how much he missed hearing her voice. “I’m ready to take your test, Tammy.”

Tammy smiles. “Are you sure, Harold?”

Harold takes a deep breath. “Yes Tammy, I’m sure. I love you and I want to marry you.”

Tammy grins. She knows he loves her and decides to have some fun teasing him. “Ok, my little pussy boy. Come over Saturday at five.”

Harold fondly recalls the times Tammy tied him to the bed and grins. “Yes mistress. Thank you mistress.”

Tammy laughs. “Great. See you then. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Harold hangs up the phone. He knows that Tammy will enjoy teasing him. He wonders if he’ll pass her test, or if he’ll still want to marry her if he does.

The week goes by slowly for Harold. He wonders how he’ll react while he’s watching Tammy fuck another man. He goes through the motions at work, and spends Saturday morning sitting on the deck, thinking. Finally, he takes a shower, gets dressed, and arrives at her house at five. She answers the door wearing sweats.

“Come in Harold.”

Harold kisses Tammy and follows her to the bedroom. She turns to him, and casually remarks, “We might as well get started. Put your clothes on the floor over there, and put on the leather cuffs and cock cage.”

Harold hadn’t seen the cock cage before. He picks it up and looks at it. It’s a cylindrical steel enclosure about four inches long held together by leather straps. Harold takes off his clothes and puts them on the floor next to the bedroom dresser. He struggles for a little while with the cock cage, and finally gets the leather strap behind his balls locked with the little brass padlock. He buckles the leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles.

Tammy locks Harold’s wrists to two chains four feet apart hanging from the ceiling. Harold spreads his legs, and she locks his ankles to a three-foot wooden spreader bar. She stands in front of him, and ensures that his body is taut. She runs her fingernails up and down the sides of his body and watches him squirm.

Tammy grins. “Chuck will be here at seven. I had you get here early so you could watch me get ready.” She takes a step back, and peels off her sweatshirt and pants. She isn’t wearing any underwear. She tosses the sweats in the hamper and goes into the bathroom to take a shower.

Harold is glad Tammy left the room so quickly. His cock presses against the top of the cage. He listens to the water run in the bathroom and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Tammy has never bound him standing before, and he wonders how stiff his arms and legs will get before she releases him.

Tammy finishes her shower and resists the urge to play with herself. She turns off the water, dries herself, and comes into the bedroom to put on her makeup. Harold can see her face in the mirror as she sits in front of the vanity across the bed. Her happy humming annoys him a little.

Tammy gets up and gets a red bra, garter belt, and stockings from the top dresser drawer. She sits on the side of the bed in front of Harold and puts the stockings on. She stands up, and puts on the garter belt and bra. Watching Tammy get dressed has Harold’s cock pressing firmly against the cage. He can feel the pressure, but it’s not painful.

Tammy goes into her closet and comes out with a red sheer top and red pumps that complete the outfit. She slips into the pumps, puts the top on, walks over to Harold, and poses for him.

“Do you think Chuck will like seeing me in this, Harold?”

Harold smiles. “I guess so Tammy. I sure do.”

Tammy looks down at Harold’s cock. “Yes, I can see that. Your cock fills the cage nicely.” She presses into her pussy with her fingers, and licks the wetness from them. “Too bad you can’t fill my pussy.”

Harold’s cock shrivels up. He slumps as much as the chains allow.

Tammy runs her fingernails along Harold’s side. “Oh Harold, don’t feel so bad. You can still use your fingers and your tongue to get me off.”

Harold’s cock responds to her touch and voice by expanding until it fills the cage again.

Tammy smiles. “That’s better. I’d kiss you, but I don’t want to mess up my makeup.” She gets a leather ball gag from the dresser drawer and buckles it on Harold’s head. “Chuck will be here soon. I don’t want you to say anything to him.” She goes to the living room to wait.

Harold wiggles his arms and legs as much as he can. He can feel the stiffness developing, and Chuck isn’t even here yet. He closes his eyes and thinks about Tammy, until the pressure on his cock gets too intense. He wonders what Chuck looks like, and how he treats her.

Chuck rings the doorbell, and Tammy answers. They embrace and kiss.

Tammy steps back and twirls. “How do you like my outfit?”

Chuck grins. “You look fucking great, Tammy.”

Tammy smiles. “Thank you. Would you like anything?”

“A beer.”

“Coming right up.” Tammy leaves and returns with a couple of bottles of Coors. They sit down on the sofa. Chuck puts his arm around her shoulders and plays with her breast through the bra. They finish their beer, and she leads him into the bedroom.

Harold heard the doorbell. He wondered what they were doing and what was taking so long. His cock pressed against the cage and the pressure started to hurt. He wonders if watching Chuck and Tammy fuck will arouse him more.

Tammy and Chuck come into the bedroom. She sits down on the bed and takes off her pumps, but he stops when he sees Harold suspended in chains.

“Who the fuck is that, Tammy?”

Tammy glances up at Harold, and back at Chuck. “Oh, that’s one of my pussy boys. He hasn’t been too attentive lately, so I decided to punish him by showing him how a real man takes care of a woman.”

Chuck grins when he hears Tammy refer to him as a real man. “What’s a pussy boy?”

Tammy smiles. “A slave that worships my pussy. I tie him to the bed and drop it on his face. He licks and sucks my clit for as long as I want.”

Chuck laughs. “What’s in it for him?”

Tammy grins. “He’ll do almost anything to be near my pussy. Like I said, he licks and sucks my clit for as long as I want.”

Chuck steps over to Harold. “You like licking her pussy, pussy boy?”

Harold shakes his head yes. He hopes that Chuck doesn’t hit him.

Chuck takes off his clothes while Tammy takes off her sheer top and bra. He looks over at Harold. “You can lick her pussy after I’m done with her. I’ll show you how a man fucks his woman.”

Harold watches Chuck push Tammy down and climb on top of her. Chuck’s cock is a little longer and thicker than Harold’s. Harold feels the discomfort from his throbbing cock while Chuck drives his rigid shaft into Tammy’s pussy.

Tammy’s body quivers while Chuck thrusts his cock into her wet warm pussy. Her breathing becomes more and more rapid, until she’s panting. Her first orgasm, which causes her body to pulsate, is quickly followed by a second.

The pain from Harold’s cock intensifies. He looks up at the ceiling to try and calm down, but he can still smell Tammy’s scent, and hear her moans and the slapping of skin against skin. He’s surprised at how excited he is watching Chuck fuck Tammy.

Chuck pulls out and turns Tammy over so she’s on her hands and knees. He swings his hips back and forth while she thrusts her pussy onto his cock. She rocks her body back and forth, stopping and shaking during her orgasms, until she’s exhausted and falls onto her chest.

Chuck lies down next to Tammy. She cuddles him while he squeezes her breast and nipple. His cock is stiff and throbbing as she caresses it with her hand. After she’s rested a while, she climbs up on him. Leaning forward and resting her palms on the bed by his head, she slowly rocks back and forth. Gradually, her pace quickens and she pants from the exertion. The rocking stops, her body shivers, and she yells as another orgasm rolls through her body. Her head drops and she slowly picks it up. She rocks her body, slowly at first. This time, his hips bounce in time with the rocking. He stops and moans as he pumps his cum. She shivers and slowly lowers herself onto his chest, his softening cock remaining buried in her pussy.

Harold is moaning into the gag. The sharp pain in his cock hurts. He closes his eyes, but he can still visualize Tammy’s orgasms in his mind. Her scent fills the room. He breathes slowly and tries to think about anything else. His erection subsides. The pain recedes and is almost gone when he hears Chuck say, “I want to watch your pussy boy lick you.”

Harold opens his eyes to see Tammy getting up from the bed. “Sure, why not. Would you go get a couple of beers while I tie slave to the bed?”

Chuck grins. “Sure.” He gets up and leaves.

Tammy walks over to Harold grinning and takes the gag off. “So, did you like the show?”

Harold frowns. “No I did not.”

Tammy tickles Harold until he giggles. “Bullshit. I could see your cock and hear you moaning.”

Harold sighs. “Why does Chuck want to watch us?”

Tammy unlocks Harold from the stretcher bar and chains. “Who knows? Please don’t embarrass me, Harold. We don’t have a lot of time. Get on the bed.”

Harold resigns himself to performing for Chuck. He wiggles his arms and legs to stretch them a little and lies down on the bed. Tammy locks his wrists to the footboard and his ankles to the headboard. He’s relieved to be lying down after standing for four hours. She climbs on the bed and kneels so her pussy is perched over his face.

Chuck comes back and hands a beer to Tammy. “I see you’re all set.”

Tammy smiles and takes a sip. “Yes, slave can’t wait to start licking me.”

Chuck squeezes Tammy’s breast and fingers her nipple. “Maybe I want to make him wait.”

Tammy tosses her head back and moans. “Oh, that feels so good Chuck.”

Chuck fondles Tammy and sips his beer. Harold watches a string of pussy fluid mixed with Chuck’s cum ooze down to his face within a couple of minutes. He catches it with his tongue. His cock gets hard and he feels the constriction again. Chuck laughs.


Tammy pants and catches her breath. She looks up at Chuck, smiles, and sips her beer. “You are so wicked.”

Chuck acts surprised. “Me? I’m not the horny bitch with a pussy boy.

Tammy acts coy. “I am a horny bitch, aren’t I?”

Chuck finishes his beer. “Damn straight.” He puts the bottle on the dresser and looks over Harold. “He’s helpless, right?”

Tammy tenses. She wonders what Chuck has in mind. “Yes, I locked him to the bed. He can’t move.”

Chuck grins. “So you can tease him with your pussy indefinitely.”

Tammy relaxes and takes a sip of beer. “My knees’ll get tired eventually, but yes, I can hold my pussy over slave for a long time.”

Chuck comes over to Tammy. “Good.” He takes her head into his hands and kisses her. She puts her arm around him. Their tongues dance around each other. He gets hard again from the kissing. Harold catches more pussy fluid and cum with his tongue. He wonders when Chuck will sit down and let him eat Tammy’s pussy. The ache from his cock has him hoping it will be soon.

After a long time, Chuck stops kissing and stands up. Tammy pants to catch her breath. She takes a few sips of beer and grins. “You almost made me drop this.”

Chuck smiles and takes the beer from Tammy. He takes a sip. “I’m ready to watch now.” He sits down on the vanity bench, his cock stiff. He strokes it lightly while he watches.

Tammy lowers her pussy onto Harold’s face and lies on his chest and stomach. He gingerly licks up all the pussy fluid and the salty cum. It doesn’t taste as bad as he fears. He roams his tongue through her pussy. She moans and wiggles her hips at his touch. He moves his tongue down and touches her clit with the tip. She drives her clit into his face as he sucks and bites her clit. She smiles seeing his cock fill the cage. Her body shivers and she squirts pussy fluid into his mouth while she orgasms.

Harold swallows the pussy fluid and drives his tongue deep into her pussy. She humps his tongue until he nibbles on her clit. She moans, wiggles her hips, and has another orgasm. She slides forward and rests on his stomach, her wet pussy just out of his tongue’s reach. Her strong scent keeps him aroused, and he whimpers from the pain.

Chuck finishes the beer and asks Tammy. “Why do you have his cock locked up? To keep him from fucking you?”

Tammy grins and looks at Chuck. “No. The cage keeps him from getting fully aroused. When he’s horny, like he is now, it’s painful for him.”

Chuck laughs. “Fuck. You are a wicked bitch. You’re moaning in pleasure while he moans in pain.”

Tammy moans and wiggles her body. “Yes. I love being so fucking sadistic.”

Chuck grins and stands up. He climbs on the bed, kneeling over Harold. He picks Tammy up on her hands and knees. “I want him to really see you fuck.”

Harold never imagined he’d be watching someone fuck so close, only a couple of feet above him. He was impressed that Chuck recovered so quickly. More fascinated than excited, he watches Chuck drive his cock in and out of Tammy’s pussy until her body shivers through another orgasm.

Chuck lets Tammy fall on Harold’s chest and stomach. She squirms and wiggles while Chuck kneels over Harold. Harold winces thinking Chuck might have him lick or suck his cock. Chuck climbs off the bed and gets a towel from the bathroom. He wipes himself off and gets dressed.

Before Chuck leaves, he turns to Harold and laughs. “Looks like you’re stuck for a while, pussy boy. She’s worn out.” He lets himself out of Tammy’s house.

Harold stares at the ceiling, but it’s no use. Tammy’s strong pussy scent keeps him aroused and his cock uncomfortable. After a long while, he hears Tammy whisper, “You did good, pussy boy.”

“Are you going to unlock me,” Harold grouses.

Tammy wiggles her ass. “I’m not sure, pussy boy. I like you and your tongue right where you are.”

“Pussy boy? You had some nerve to introduce me to Chuck as your pussy boy.” Harold pouts.

Tammy laughs. “Did you really want me to tell him you’re my fiancée? Shit, he already thinks you’re a total wimp.”

After a long pause, Harold softly whispers, “Do you think I’m a wimp?”

Tammy quickly spins around and takes Harold’s head in her hands. “No darling, I think you’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever met.” She kisses him and gets up from the bed. She unlocks the cock cage and smiles as his cock springs erect.

“Hmm, I think I’ll take advantage of you, darling.”

Tammy climbs on Harold’s throbbing cock and straddles it. She plays with her breasts until she feels him harden. She puts her palms down on the bed by his face and rides him. She smiles knowing he can see her breasts sway over his face, but he can’t touch them. She rocks back and forth until her orgasm sends shivers through her body. She lowers herself and rests on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm rigid cock deep inside of her wet, well-used pussy. And is surprised at how she feels when the tables are turned.

This story contains elements of BDSM and power exchange. If these elements offend you, find another story. I dedicate this story to Tammy, the first truly free-spirited openly sexual woman I dated, and Amy, who I had the pleasure of meeting. You may want to read Unquenchable Desire chapter 1 before you read this story.

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Harold took a deep breath and counted to ten to calm down. He'd been at the reception for over an hour and couldn't find Tammy anywhere. He lost count of how many people, some he'd only just met, asked him, "Where's Tammy?" The photographer was looking at his watch, waiting to get pictures of the wedding party.

Suddenly, Tammy and her bridesmaid, Amy, rushed into the reception hall, faces flush. Tammy scanned the room and after seeing Harold, walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Sorry we're late. We got lost on the way to the hall."

Harold quietly seethed. "I told you that taking separate cars wasn't a good idea."

Tammy put her hands on her hips. "Not that argument again. I told you I didn't want to ride in a limousine to my reception."

Harold took Tammy's hand in his. "Let's not fight. The photographer is waiting for us."

Tammy, Amy, Harold, and his best man, Dave, went over to where the photographer was set up. After the pictures, Harold and Tammy cut the wedding cake and stuffed pieces of cake in each other's mouths. After the first dance, Harold relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy the reception. Tammy walked him around the room, introducing Harold to her friends and family.

After a couple of hours, Tammy excused herself to change out of her wedding dress. She and Amy took a little over an hour to change. Just as Harold wondered what was taking so long, Tammy came out, kissed him, and pulled him toward the door.

Harold opened the car door for Tammy. She got in, and he walked around to the driver's side. After he started the car and drove away from the reception hall, he turned to his new wife and asked, "What took you so long to get ready?"

Tammy smiled. "Now Harold, you agreed that I could have fuck friends after we married. Do you want me to tell you every time I fuck someone else?"

Harold was astounded. He never imagined that she would cuckold him on their wedding day. "Did you fuck someone else today?"

Tammy giggled. "Amy's boyfriend, Phil, was so adorable and she was so nice to share him with me. Yes Harold, he fucked me. Twice. Once before the reception and again when we were changing."

"He fucked you in your wedding dress?"

Tammy fluttered her eyelashes. "Kinky, don't you think? Yes, Amy stood beside me and held my wedding dress out of the way while he pounded his cock into my wet, willing pussy. You didn't answer my question. Do you want me to tell you every time I fuck someone else?"

Harold felt humiliated. He wondered how seriously Tammy took their marriage. He wasn't sure he could stand to hear about every fuck. "Um, how about you tell me when I ask you."

Tammy leaned over and kissed Harold on the cheek. "Sounds good."

Tammy napped while Harold drove. It took a couple of hours to get to the cabin in the mountains they rented for a honeymoon weekend. Tammy went inside while Harold got the suitcases out of the car. She was sitting on the bed.

Tammy held her arms up. "Put those suitcases down and get in bed with me."

Harold smiled and jumped into bed. They helped each other out of their clothes. He took her in his arms and kissed her. He squeezed her breast and she squeezed his stiffening cock. She put her nipple in his mouth and he greedily suckled. After a while, she climbed on his shaft and bounced up and down while he squeezed her nipples between his fingers.

Tammy cried out as her body convulsed through an orgasm. She fell on her hands, her breasts swinging over Harold's face.

Tammy looked into Harold's eyes. "Damn, that felt great Harold."

Harold looked away. "As good as Phil?"

A look of concern came over Tammy. "Are you jealous, darling?"

"Um, no, but I'm a bit envious. I thought I'd have you to myself on our honeymoon."

Tammy let herself down on the bed and laid her head on Harold's chest. "So far you have."

Harold put his arm around Tammy. "Not funny. Can I have you to myself this one weekend?"

Tammy snuggled against Harold. "Since we're alone in the mountains, I suspect you'll have me to yourself."

Harold felt relieved. "Thanks Tammy."

"You're welcome, Harold. Do you want me to play with you now?"

"Mmm, that would be nice."

Tammy got up and opened her suitcase. She got a bottle of baby oil, cigarettes, and a lighter. Harold was surprised to look up and see Tammy light a cigarette.

"When did you start smoking Tammy?"

Tammy smiled. "I thought I'd surprise you Harold. After you told me how much it turns you on to see a naked woman smoke. I decided that I could smoke for you when I played with you or whenever you wanted me to."

Harold sat up in bed and hugged Tammy. "Thanks."

Tammy playfully pushed Harold back on the bed. "Lie back and enjoy yourself." She poured baby oil in her palm and rubbed oil on his cock. She had time to enjoy a couple of cigarettes before he came to her stroking.

Harold fell asleep after she cleaned his cock with a hand towel. Tammy took a shower and unpacked the suitcases before she turned off the light and scrambled into bed.

The next morning Tammy got up and fried a few eggs and made toast. After breakfast they found a trail and walked for a couple of hours, enjoying the warm sun and the crisp mountain air. She giggled when he unbuttoned her shirt and played with her breasts in the warm sun on a large rock near the trail.

Tammy made sandwiches for lunch, and afterwards they hung around the cabin, cuddling. After dinner, they went for a walk in the moonlight. Harold unfolded a blanket, and they had loving passionate sex under the stars.

It was the weekend after the honeymoon before Harold could move his clothes into Tammy's place. She had the bigger house, and lived closer to both their jobs. They settled into a domestic routine, although they had a spat the first time Tammy came home from work late.

Tammy kissed Harold on the cheek. "Evening darling."

Harold hugged Tammy. "Where were you?"

Tammy hung up her coat. "I had a fuck date tonight."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Tammy snickered. "I thought you didn't want me to tell you when I had a fuck date."

Harold frowned. "I still want to know when you'll be late. Will you call next time so I don't worry so much?"

Tammy put her hands on Harold's shoulders and kissed him. "You're sweet. Yes, I'll try to call you next time. The date came up suddenly. Do you want to hear about it?"

"Um, maybe after dinner."

"Ok sweetie. What did you have in mind?"

"I made a chicken casserole, but I think it dried out after being in the oven so long."

Tammy laughed. "I never imagined my husband would try and make me feel guilty over a ruined dinner. We can call for a pizza or something."

"Ok." Harold went into the kitchen to throw away the ruined dinner and clean up while Tammy called Papa John's and ordered a large works. The pizza arrived, and Harold opened a bottle of Pinot. They sat down and enjoyed a quiet dinner together. After dinner, she wrapped the leftover pieces in plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator.

Tammy came out into the living room and sat down next to Harold on the sofa.

Harold put his arm around Tammy. "Did you have fun tonight?"

Tammy smiled. "You want to hear about my fuck date, Harold?"

"I'm all ears, Tammy."

"You know what I want you to do, then."

Harold sighed. He went into the bedroom and undressed. He sat down in a chair and let Tammy tie his wrists behind the back of the chair and his ankles to the legs of the chair. She tickled his cock until it was nice and stiff before she undressed, sat down on the bed, and lit a cigarette. She loved sexually teasing him by talking about her fuck adventures.

"I went out with George, one of my company's clients. He'd been hinting for a couple of months that he'd like to see me after hours, and tonight I decided to take him up on the offer. He took me to his hotel bar, and after a few drinks we went up to his room. After we undressed, I whipped out a new contract for him to sign. He doubled his company's order."

Harold smiled at how resourceful Tammy had been. She smiled as she saw his cock twitch. She took a puff of her cigarette and continued.

"I was surprised at how great a kisser he was. I wasn't expecting much, but he was great. He took his time kissing me and squeezing my nipples before we fucked. I was so anxious and so wet. He couldn't keep his hands off my boobs. They're still a little sore."

"Would you like me to rub lotion on them, darling?"

Tammy laughed. "Maybe later sweetie." She took a puff of her cigarette. "Where was I? His cock was about the same size as yours. He lay back while I climbed on top. He squeezed my breasts while I rode his cock. I came three times before he shot his load. I'm getting horny again just thinking about how great it felt."

Harold sat quietly and watched as Tammy lay back on the bed and played with her clit. He didn't mind so much her fucking other men, but wished she didn't enjoy teasing him about it so much. It only took a few minutes before she shouted and quivered with an orgasm. She rested a while before she got up and untied him from the chair. They kissed and cuddled while showering and went to sleep.

The newlyweds enjoyed pleasing each other sexually. Tammy played with Harold most evenings when he asked. Similarly, Harold went down on Tammy whenever she wanted it.

Tammy surprised Harold at dinner one Friday evening when she nonchalantly mentioned; "I invited Chuck over tomorrow night. Do you want to watch us?"

"Um, does he know we're married?"

Tammy smiled. "No, I don't think I mentioned it to him."

Harold shifted on the couch. "So how many times have you fucked him since we've been married?"

Tammy counted past thirty on her fingers and laughed at the expression of disgust on Harold's face. "I've been over to his place a couple of times."

Harold scowled. "Not funny, Tammy."

Tammy kissed Harold on the cheek. "Don't be so envious, Harold. You make me happy in your own way."

"You mean with my mouth."

Tammy giggled. "Mmm, you bet, pussy boy."

Harold lightly punched Tammy in the shoulder. "Not funny."

"Ow." Tammy smiled. "Speaking of pussy, my pussy wants to feel your magic tongue now."

Harold folded his arms and pretended to be hurt. "I don't think so. I'm not in the mood."

Tammy whipped off her blouse and bra. "Does this help, sweetie?"

Harold squeezed Tammy's breast and twisted her nipple between his fingers. He waited until she closed her eyes moaning before he took his hand away and said, "No."

Tammy lightly punched Harold in the shoulder. "Not funny, Harold. Don't leave me hanging. Finish what you start."

Harold laughed, stood up, took Tammy up in his arms, and deeply kissed her. He led her into the bedroom where they kissed and cuddled for a while before he finished undressing her and nibbled her clit to three quick orgasms.

Tammy pulled Harold to her side and laid his head on her chest. "Mmm, that felt fantastic sweetie. Thanks."

"You're welcome, darling. I decided I want to watch you and Chuck fuck tomorrow."

Tammy smiled. "I thought you might come around." She pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply. "Good night sweetie."

"Good night darling." Harold undressed, turned off the lamp, and they went to sleep.

Harold woke Tammy by sucking on her nipple. She pushed him on his back and smothered him with her pussy until he gave her a couple of orgasms. They stayed in bed kissing and cuddling until Tammy got up and made lunch.

After lunch, Harold took a shower and returned to the bedroom. Tammy shackled his wrists to chains hanging from the ceiling and his ankles to a two-foot spreader bar. After gagging him with a leather ball gag, she tickled his cock until it stiffened. Smiling, she took a shower and sat down to put on her makeup. After dressing she primped until the doorbell rang.

Harold shifted his weight from one leg to another. It seemed like Tammy and Chuck were in the living room for a long time. Finally, they came through the bedroom door.

Chuck smiled when he saw Harold. "I see pussy boy's here again."

Tammy laughed. "Yes, he loves watching you fuck me."

Chuck grinned. "Then get on the bed, bitch."

Tammy smiled as she undressed. Naked, she slid to the middle of the bed and waited for Chuck to undress and join her. He jumped into bed, kissing her all over her body. She took his head into her hands and they kissed. He squeezed her breasts and twisted her nipples with his fingertips.

Tammy pushed Chuck on his back and climbed on his massive shaft. She pumped his rod while he squeezed her breasts. She collapsed on his chest, panting heavily, after a couple of explosive orgasms.

Harold's cock was standing at attention. He was happy watching Tammy receive so much pleasure. Her pussy scent filled the room.

Check held Tammy against his chest while she rested. After a while she got up on her hands and knees as he knelt on the bed behind her. He grabbed her hair and pulled as she rocked back and forth. She rode his cock to another couple of orgasms before her arms gave out and she fell on the bed, mewing contently.

Chuck lay down on his back and Tammy twisted around, taking his cock into her mouth. His body twitched as she attacked his cock and lightly squeezed his balls. She choked a little as he exploded in her mouth, but she swallowed every drop.

Chuck pulled Tammy to him. She rested her head on his chest while he rubbed her back with his hand. They kissed and cuddled for a long time before he got up, got dressed, and left.

Tammy sat up in bed, getting a cigarette and lighter from the dresser. She lit the cigarette and took a puff.

Harold twisted in the shackles. His arms and legs were stiff and felt sore. He wondered when Tammy would unlock him.

Tammy looked at Harold and smiled. Even though she loved him, she took great pleasure in teasing him and being a sexual bitch with him. She enjoyed the cigarette, knowing he wanted her to get up and unlock him.

After Tammy finished the cigarette, she pulled her large vibrator from the end table drawer. Lying back on the bed, she held the vibrator tightly against her clit until the force of her orgasms made her let go.

Harold whimpered watching Tammy orgasm. He knew that she would rest afterwards and it would be a while before she got up to unlock him. Her insatiability made him happy, but he wished his suffering didn't make her so happy.

Harold's legs were so stiff when Tammy unlocked him from the shackles that she had to hold him up and help him on the bed. She rubbed his arms and legs until he pulled her on the bed to kiss her and cuddle with her. He came briskly when she stroked his cock. While she enjoyed making him suffer, it delighted her to see how much suffering turned him on.

One evening about five months after the wedding, Harold came home from work to find Tammy in the living room chatting with some friends. He recognized Amy and three of Tammy's friends from the wedding. He waved, walked past, and was heading into the kitchen when he heard one of the women say rather loudly, "So Tammy, you never fuck?"

Harold's face reddened as he turned around and faced the group.

Tammy turned to Harold, smiling. "Do you want to answer Gail, or shall I?" After a long pause, Tammy turned to Gail. "No, he never fucks me, Gail."

Harold endured the cruel laughter as Tammy patted the sofa seat next to her. He sat down, his face nearly crimson with embarrassment.

Joan smirked as she asked, "So what does he do?"

Tammy smiled, patting Harold on his shoulder. "He's one of the best pussy eaters I've ever been with. He's a superb cunnilinguist."

Amy gave Harold an evil grin. "And you're satisfied with that, Tammy?"

Tammy smiled. "Hell no. I have my vibrator, and Harold is nice enough to let me have fuck friends."

The gasp of shock from the women surprised Harold. He inferred that Tammy and Amy set them up.

Gail spoke first. "He lets you fuck other men, Tammy?"

Tammy smiled. "Yes Gail."

Joan turned to Harold. "And you're not jealous?"

After a while Harold found his voice. "No, I found out early in the relationship Tammy needed more than I could provide sexually. We discussed her sexual needs before we got married."

Sheila asked quietly, "Does Harold get to have sex with other women?"

Tammy leaned back on the sofa. "Depends on what you mean by sex. It hadn't come up before, but if he wants more pussy to eat, he's welcome."

Harold smiled watching Tammy's friends squirm in their seats.

Amy grinned. "So you don't mind if Harold eats my pussy?'

Tammy leaned forward and looked directly at Amy. "No, I don't mind at all."

Amy pulled up her skirt, grinning. "You heard her Harold. Get over here."

Tammy put her arm across Harold's chest. "Don't embarrass our friends." She turned to Harold. "Take Amy into the bedroom if you want."

Harold smiled, kissed Tammy, and got up. He took Amy's hand and led her into the bedroom.

After they left, Sheila asked Tammy, "Do you suppose Harold would, um, eat my pussy when he's finished with Amy?"

Tammy smiled. "I could ask him. I hope Amy doesn't wear him out."

Joan piped up, "Um, I'd like that too."

Gail's face reddened. "Me too."

Tammy laughed. "He's not a machine you guys. I'll ask him." She got up and went into the bedroom. Harold was lying on the bed, naked. Amy was lying on top in a sixty-nine position.

Tammy felt offended that Amy hadn't bothered to take off her clothes. A twinge of jealousy passed seeing the joyous expression on Amy's face. She watched quietly until Amy screamed in orgasmic pleasure and slid forward to rest.

"So, how was it Amy?"

Amy looked up and grinned. "That was the best oral I've had in years. Thanks for sharing."

Tammy smiled. "You're welcome. Did you enjoy yourself, Harold?"

Harold grinned. "Hmm, it was a challenge. No foreplay, she just plopped her pussy on my face. She has a saltier taste than you."

Tammy laughed. "Um, Harold, my friends want to know if you will eat their pussies too."

Amy laughed. "I knew it, I knew they would give in."

Harold smiled. "Wow. All three?"

Tammy grinned. "Yes, Sheila, Joan, and Gail."

Amy pulled herself off Harold. She sat on the side of the bed, straightening her skirt and blouse. "They're in for a treat." She leaned over and kissed Harold. "You're the best."

Tammy felt another twinge of jealousy seeing Amy kiss Harold so passionately.

Tammy and Amy returned to the living room. Tammy tapped Sheila on the shoulder. "Harold is waiting for you."

Sheila stood up, grinning. She hurried into the bedroom.

Joan turned to Amy. "How was it?"

Amy grinned. "He's the best."

Joan and Gail squirmed in their seats.

Tammy laughed.

Nobody wanted to break the silence. After a few minutes, Tammy got up and went into the bedroom to discreetly watch Harold service Sheila.

Sheila had taken off her dress. She was lying next to Harold, kissing him while he fondled her breast.

Tammy counted to ten to calm herself down.

After a while Harold pulled Sheila on him in a sixty-nine position. While he nibbled on her clit, she tickled his cock with her fingers. Tammy watched Sheila pant and mew like a kitten. Sheila's body convulsed violently and she slid forward to rest. Tammy slipped out of the room before Sheila noticed her watching.

A few minutes later, Sheila came back to the living room, grinning from ear to ear. She barely had time to sit down before Gail asked, "How was it?"

Sheila closed her eyes and smiled. "He was so loving and gentle. I've never had an experience like that in my life." She opened her eyes and hugged Tammy. "Thank you so much for sharing Harold with me."

Tammy giggled. "You're welcome Sheila." She had to break Sheila's embrace after it grew uncomfortable.

Joan stood up, put her arm around Sheila, and went to the bedroom. After a few minutes, Tammy got up to watch.

Joan had taken off her blouse and skirt. She was facing the headboard, holding on while Harold chewed on her clit. Tammy watched until Joan threw her head back and her body erupted in orgasm. Tammy heard Harold coughing as she left the room.

Joan came into the living room, smiling. "The best oral I've had in a long time. He's the best. Thanks Tammy."

Gail could hardly contain herself. She rushed into the bedroom as the others laughed at her anxiousness. Everyone sat quietly, contemplating her experience, until Gail returned, grinning. "He treated me so special. That was the best oral I've had in years." She turned to Tammy. "Thank you."

Tammy smiled. "You're welcome. I'm glad you had a good time."

Amy whistled. "Harold's something special. I've never seen a man satisfy four women before. I'm impressed."

Tammy sighed wistfully. "Yes, Harold is a special man. I'm lucky he married me."

Amy smiled. "Thanks for having us over, Tammy."

Tammy smiled. "You're welcome. Thanks for coming."

Amy, Gail, and Joan laughed heartily. Sheila's face reddened.

Tammy hugged her friends' goodbye. After they left, she went into the bedroom and saw Harold lying on the bed. "Are you still alive?"

Harold smiled weakly. "I think so."

Tammy lay down next to Harold. "Thanks for entertaining my friends." She kissed him on the cheek.

Harold hugged Tammy. "I should be thanking you and Amy for setting it up. It was an interesting experience."

Tammy snuggled her head into Harold's chest. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "It was an interesting experience for me too."

Harold rubbed Tammy's back. "How so?"

Tammy looked away from Harold. "I didn't think it would bother me, but I was jealous seeing my friends in bed with you."

Harold hugged Tammy. "I'm sorry darling. I don't want to hurt you."

Tammy kissed Harold. "You didn't hurt me sweetie. I'm surprised I was jealous, but I guess I never had a reason before."

Harold looked in Tammy's eyes. "Reason? What reason? What did I do?"

Tammy laughed. "You swept my friends off their feet. They think you're the greatest cunnilinguist in the world."

Harold laughed. "Me?"

Tammy sat up on the bed next to Harold. "Yes, you." She got baby oil and a towel from the end table. Putting oil on her hand, she rubbed the oil into his cock, getting him hard. "Poor baby, you made four women ecstatic and no one bothered to take care of you."

Harold smiled. "That's all right, as long as you'll take care of me."

Tammy smiled seeing how happy Harold looked as she masturbated him to a nice orgasm. They cleaned up, took a shower together, and went to bed, content and happy.