Me and my wife realized early on that we both had a thing for Brandy. She had a petite body, with surprisingly large breasts that we were both fond of. She started arriving wearing certain outfits that me and my wife requested her to wear. Although she always wound up naked, and me and my wife loved her naked body, we both agreed we didn’t want her naked immediately. We preferred to take our time with Brandy, slowly undressing her, and deflowering her again and again. Her outfits were often very revealing, but never fully naked. at least not right away. We started having fun dressing her up in cheerleading outfits, maid uniforms, and often just skimpy lingerie, that we would have her wear just to rip off of her like animals.
The company she worked for had a strict policy against maids sleeping with their clients. Although we managed to keep it very discreet, I was worried that the company was starting to suspect something. We requested cleaning services often, and we always wanted Brandy. Me and my wife had always had a pretty healthy sexual appetite, so we would rent Brandy every three days or so. On particularly trying weeks we would rent her every day for three to four days. I knew that with the frequency we were asking for her they would start to suspect something, but I needed the sex too much to care.
What concerned me, however, is that what we were doing was technically prostitution. It suddenly occurred to me that Brandy could blackmail us at any time, and take us for a lot of money.
I was doing pretty well for myself as a physicians assistant, and could afford Brandy pretty much anytime I wanted her. I had been working at the local hospital for a number of years now and had been promoted several times since I had been there, giving me a good paycheck to work with. My wife was also working, comically enough as a lingerie model. Charlotte had always had a fetish about being watched sexually, and her job was a way to fulfill that. She had originally started as a porn star, but there was a certain amount of backlash from our community. We had come from a pretty traditionalist state, and the neighbors were pretty vocal about how she made money.
Brandy didn’t care at first and had a reputation for becoming pretty nasty with anyone who questioned her lifestyle choice. After a while, however, she just got sick of explaining herself, and I suggested working as a model for an underwear company. She tried it for a while and eventually settled into the lingerie company that she was currently working for. It was the perfect timing, as one of her coworkers in the adult industry had started to sexually harass her, and she just needed to get away.
I’ve always loved my wife, but when it comes to sex, she’s a bit of a hypocrite. She loves to show off her body, to any man that wants to see it, which is the main reason why she is working as a lingerie model. However she’s very particular about who sees mine, and we’ve had a few arguments over it. At first, I suggested an open marriage, where we could sleep with anyone we wanted to. She instantly objected and told me that she would rather die than let me cheat on her. Later on, she actually suggested that she be allowed to sleep with anyone she wants, but that I would be expected to be faithful to her. She told me it was empowering, but I didn’t buy into it.
We eventually settled on a compromise, where we could sleep with anyone we want, but only in threesomes. We had one rule, that Charlotte enforced rigorously: we only sleep with other people, when both of us are there.
The rule didn’t bother me too much at first, but after a while, I began to despise my wife for it. I couldn’t stand the blatant hypocrisy of it. She would show her body to any man that wanted it and had even starred in a number of pornographic movies. The last time I put a shirtless picture of myself on social media, she went through the roof.
Shortly after our agreement, we found a number of sites to meet our sexual needs. Most of the sites we frequented were sites designed for swingers, but Charlotte quickly put a stop to that. She quickly realized that swinging involved me leaving with a stranger, to have sex with her, without my wife. She couldn’t stomach the idea.
Soon after we found a few sites for people looking for threesomes, and it worked much better. I’ve never been bisexual, so our encounters were always with women. It was like door dash, for horny college women, and dissatisfied wives looking for an affair. We actually had to put an end to a few of the affairs we started. We would get angry calls from husbands, telling us about the families we had torn apart, and we would usually have to file a restraining order. Charlotte sometimes felt bad, but to be honest I never cared. If you can’t control your wife, then that’s your problem not mine.
Not that I could ever really control Charlotte.
After a while, we found a nude cleaning service, and excited by the idea we decided to give it a try. The site explicitly said not to touch any of the maids, but me and Charlotte both knew we weren’t going to do that. We didn’t even need to say anything about it. We both knew we were going to seduce whatever piece of meat that walked through that door. I had hoped it would be blonde, and I lucked out.
We continued our torrid love affair with Brandy for a few weeks when I came to a realization. I had to have Brandy. Not to share with Charlotte, but to have all to myself. The idea of sleeping with Brandy alone was new and exciting, kind of like trying a new flavor of candy. Charlotte and Brandy together, made for a flavor that I very much enjoyed, but I wanted to try something new. I wanted to try Brandy’s flavor alone, all for myself. I knew it was selfish, but I wanted her body for me, and only me.
A couple of days after my realization, Charlotte told me that she was going out of town for a few days. She had been contracted to do a photo shoot in California and would be gone for a while. Oddly enough it was for an adult film, and she was going to sleep with someone else. Since it was part of her career, I was expected to comply and let it happen. I knew it was my perfect opportunity to get to Brandy and get back at my wife at the same time, so I didn’t object.
I think Charlotte was expecting me to object and start an argument about it. The subject would come up, and she would take a type of stance, that suggested she was ready for the confrontation. She recognized the blatant hypocrisy of what she was doing, and couldn’t ignore it. Instead of giving her the fight she was expecting I just let it go. This seemed to puzzle her, but she eventually accepted it.
The day that Charlotte was to leave town, I walked with her to the front door and kissed her goodbye. I told her that I loved her, and would miss her. It took a bit of acting on my part, to pretend that I wasn’t happy to see her going. I still loved my wife but was excited for the affair that was going to take place.
Just before she left, she reminded me one last time that I was not to call Brandy while she was out. I suddenly realized that she was suspecting my affair. It was quite ironic that she was reminding me of this while leaving to fuck another man. I pretended not to see it and promised I wouldn’t call on Brandy. A few minutes later she left, and I was left in the house alone.
I couldn’t help but laugh the moment I saw her get in the car, and out of earshot.
Without hesitation, I picked up the phone and called the cleaning service. I asked when Brandy was available next, and was surprised to hear, that she would be available within an hour.
I instructed them to send her over the moment she became available.
I went into the living room and sat down on the couch. I picked up my laptop and began surfing the internet while I waited for Brandy. To my surprise, she came over in about a half hour. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get done with a cleaning job a little early, and come right over. She opened the door and walked right in like she always did.
It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t given her any instructions on what to wear. In my hurry to have her come over, I had completely forgotten to specify what I wanted her to wear.
She stood by the door just out of eyesight, and began to undress like she always did.
When she came into the living room, she was wearing some skimpy red underwear that me and Charlotte had always been fond of. The bra was strapless, and more so wrapped around her chest, with no support from straps. This left her with some dive-bombing cleavage that always managed to make me hard. Her panties barely covered anything, and left little to the imagination. It was essentially one long thin stripe that ran over her pussy, and then back up over her ass. I could see parts of her clit on either side of it, and when her back was turned, it looked something like a thong.
“Hello, Master,” she says cheerfully. I had taught her to respond to me this way, as I had a fetish for controlling my partner.
“You’re not wearing much,” I reply. It was a bit of a playful jab that I was taking at her as a form of flirting.
“Oh I’m sorry…” she replies. “My clothes just kind of…fell off…” She smiles at me, like a horny schoolgirl, wanting to be nailed.
I stand up slowly and approach her. My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to me. We share a kiss, as my hands find their way to her ass. I start to grope each cheek firmly. She looks deep into my eyes, almost hypnotized by me.
“Do you think Mistress will like it?” That’s what she referred to Charlotte as. We had trained our little sex slave to use dominant names to refer to us. She had never objected to it and seemed deeply aroused by it.
“Mistress isn’t here today… just me.”
She pauses for a long moment. Brandy knew about our one rule, and Charlotte had reminded her of it many times. Reaching down, she takes my hands off of her ass and pushes them away. She walks towards the wall and refuses to face me.
“No…I won’t do it…I won’t ruin your marriage.” I knew that she liked both of us, and I had a sneaking suspicion she had fallen in love with us. Fucking someone long enough will do that to you. I knew she didn’t want to hurt Charlotte.
I take a few steps forward, standing close to Brandy.
“Do you know where Charlotte is?” I’m whispering in her ear now. “She’s in California. She’s going to star in an adult film, and I know she’s going to sleep with another man.” Brandy seems to tense up at this. “Why does Charlotte get to sleep with other men, and I’m stuck here fucking my own hand? Especially when I can buy you?” I take another step forward. My hand reaches out and slaps Brandy on the ass forcefully. She turns and faces me defensively.
“No…I won’t help you hurt her.”
I take another couple of steps forward.
“You’re going to do what I want you to. If you don’t comply, then I’ll call the cleaning service, and tell them you fucked my wife while I was gone.” I was on thin ice here. I was almost certain it would give Brandy the idea to blackmail us, but in the moment, I didn’t care. We both knew she needed the job and with a mark like that on her resume, she’d never work again. It was the perfect way to get what I wanted.
I take another step forward, almost pinning her against the wall. I take her by the wrists, raising them above her head, and pushing them against the wall. She whimpers but doesn’t resist.
“Are you going to do as you’re told?” I ask, holding her there. She pauses for a long moment before replying. I can tell she’s thinking about Charlotte.
“Yes…Master,” she replies. I smile at her, pleased about getting what I want. I slowly let down Brandy’s wrists and take her by the hand. We slowly walk into the bedroom, where me and my wife sleep. We normally fuck Brandy in the guest room, but tonight was going to be different.
The first thing that Brandy sees are four pieces of rope. Two of them are tied around the bedposts at the top of the bed. The other two are tied at the bedposts at the bottom of the bed. It doesn’t take Brandy long to figure out what they’re for. I lean in, whispering in her ear.
“Assume the position.”
It is a command that means two things. The first is that she is to remove her bra since removing it while tied down is difficult at best. And the second is for her to lie on her back on the bed so she can be tied down. It isn’t the first time I fucked her missionary style. But it is the first time without Charlotte.
She hesitates and looks at the bed, then back to me. I pause, waiting for her to do as she’s told. She bites her lip, hoping I will let her out of this. Instead, I take her by the wrist again, holding it about chest level.
“Do you want anyone to find out about this? Assume the position!” I “throw” her wrist towards the bed, making it fling downward. She pauses again, tears in her eyes, but obeys.
Slowly she starts to undo her bra, and it falls to the ground. Lying down on the bed, she places her hands towards the ropes at the top, and her ankles towards the ropes at the bottom. She won’t face me, almost ashamed of what she’s doing.
I don’t care.
Moving slowly, I tie down her hands and then her ankles. She’s lying there, nearly naked, and vulnerable. Finally, she’s all mine.
I start to undress, letting each piece of my clothes fall to the ground. I don’t take too long, as I’m anxious to use her. She looks at me for the first time in a few minutes and sees my rock-hard cock. I pause for a moment letting her see it. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before, but I have always been proud of how big I am. After a few minutes of admiring it, she looks away.
I position myself on the bed between her legs. I pull her panties aside and start to tap my hard cock on her soft pink pussy. She lets out a soft moan, clearly aroused by what I’m doing to her.
“I hate you.” She speaks without looking at me.
“I know.” I’m looking her in the face as I speak, but she’s turned away.
Slowly I start to slip my hard cock inside her. There is some resistance since I didn’t wait for her to get wet. I’ve done this before, and it hurts Brandy, but she never objects. There’s an erotic angle that comes from hurting a woman that you’ve fucking. It makes me hard. Brandy knows this, and it makes her wet. It’s just biology, I guess.
I keep pushing inside of her. My cock isn’t really slipping in and out, as much as just pushing into her. I can see her pussy pushing inward as I do so, and she lets out another little whimper.
Slowly, her pussy starts to get wet. Her vaginal secretions slowly start to fill her pussy, like they always do. As mad as she was at me, her body would always respond the same way to that type of stimuli.
She begins to get wetter and wetter, and her fluids start to drip onto the bed. Me and Charlotte had left plenty of stains on this bed, but me and Brandy had never left a drop on it. We had always fucked Brandy in the guest room and left this bed for our personal lovemaking. This stain would stay on the bed forever, and would always remind me of Brandy. I would come to know the exact shape of it, and where to find on the bed, as it seeps through the sheets, and then the mattress. Brandy’s essence would become a part of our lives forever.
As I’m processing this, Brandy suddenly turns and looks at me. To my surprise, she looks me in the eyes, while I’m still inside her.
“I love you…Master I love you…” The words are shocking, and I know what it means. It would be the beginning of a love triangle that would affect every aspect of my life. I look her deep in the eyes for my response.
“I know.” It’s short and simple, but she knows what it means. She will always remember those words.
We are looking each other deep in the eyes, while I continue to thrust, just processing the words we’ve spoken. My hard cock suddenly explodes, and I come deep inside her. I have fucked her alone and came in her alone.
From this moment on, she is mine. Body and soul.
