The neon lights of the hotel ballroom flickered in time with the bass-heavy thump of the music, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the crowd. Amanda adjusted the hem of her leather mini skirt, glancing over at John, who was nervously tugging at the lace sleeves of his corset. His makeup was impeccable—eyeshadow blending into a smoky halo around his lashes, lips painted a deep crimson that matched Amanda’s own. He looked perfect, like a doll dressed up for a night he wasn’t sure he belonged in.
“You look amazing,” Amanda whispered, leaning in close so her breath brushed his ear. “Relax. James said tonight’s about you.”
John swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the tight choker around his neck. “I just… I don’t know if I can do this.”
Amanda’s hand found his thigh, her nails digging gently into the fishnet stockings he wore. “You can. You want to. Admit it, John. This is what you’ve dreamed about.”
Before he could respond, James appeared from the crowd, his towering frame cutting through the sea of bodies like a shark through water. He was dressed in head-to-toe black leather, his biceps straining against the sleeves of his vest, and the bulge in his pants left little to the imagination. Amanda felt her stomach tighten as he approached, his grin predatory but inviting.
“There’s my favorite couple,” James rumbled, his voice low and gravelly. He reached out, capturing Amanda’s chin between his fingers. “You look good enough to eat.” Then, his eyes slid to John, whose cheeks flushed under the weight of James’ gaze. “And you… holy hell, John. You clean up better than half the subs here.”
John stammered something unintelligible, but James didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he looped an arm around each of them, steering them toward the back of the room where a set of heavy double doors stood guarded by two men in masks. One of them nodded at James, pulling open the door to reveal a dimly lit hallway lined with velvet curtains and scattered with the sounds of muffled moans and sharp commands.
“Welcome to the dungeon,” James murmured, his voice dripping with anticipation. “Let’s get you both acquainted.”
—
Amanda’s heart raced as they stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of sweat and leather. The dungeon was a labyrinth of rooms, each offering its own brand of debauchery. James led them to a small recess where two burly men sat on a leather couch, their muscles straining against their harnesses. Their eyes locked onto John immediately, and Amanda felt a thrill shoot through her as she saw the way her husband shrank under their scrutiny.
“This is Amanda’s Sissy Husband,” James said, his tone casual, as though introducing a new toy. “He’s got a mouth that needs breaking in. Think you two can handle him?”
One of the men smirked, running a hand over the prominent bulge in his pants. “Oh, we can handle this sissy girl.”
Amanda squeezed John’s arm, her voice soft but firm. “Go on, baby. Show them how good you are.”
John hesitated, his wide eyes darting between Amanda and the two men. “I… I don’t think—”
“You don’t have to think,” James interrupted, stepping closer. “Just kneel.”
The command was sharp, leaving no room for argument. Slowly, John sank to his knees, the fishnets tearing slightly as they stretched over his thighs.
The first man unbuckled his belt, freeing his already-hard cock, and gripped the back of John’s head. “Open up, sweetheart.”
John obeyed, his lips parting as the tip pressed against them. Amanda watched, transfixed, as her husband took the stranger into his mouth, his throat working to accommodate the length. She bit her lip, feeling heat pool between her legs. It was one thing to fantasize about this; it was another to see it happen right in front of her.
“Good girl,” the man growled, thrusting deeper. John gagged, tears welling in his eyes, but he didn’t pull away. The second man wasted no time, unzipping his jeans and stepping forward, slapping his cock against John’s cheek. “You’re not done yet, princess.”
Amanda felt James’s hand on her waist, pulling her away. “Let’s give them some privacy,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. She followed him without protest, her attention still half on John as he struggled to keep up with the demands of the two doms.
—
The hotel room was cool and quiet compared to the chaos of the dungeon, but Amanda’s pulse hadn’t slowed. James closed the door behind them, locking it with a decisive click, and turned to her with hunger burning in his eyes.
“You’ve been waiting for this,” he said, not bothering to phrase it as a question. His hands were on her before she could answer, yanking her skirt up and pinning her against the wall. Amanda gasped, her body arching into his touch.
“Yes,” she breathed, flinching as his fingers slipped beneath her panties, finding her already wet.
James chuckled, the sound dark and possessive. “Look at you. Getting off on watching your husband suck cock.”
Amanda’s face burned, but she couldn’t deny it. “It’s… god, it’s so hot.”
“It’s about to get hotter.” James released her long enough to strip off his pants, his cock springing free, thick and demanding. Amanda dropped to her knees without prompting, her mouth watering as she took him in, savoring the salty taste of his skin.
Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing him, but James wasn’t in the mood for games. He grabbed her hair, forcing her to take him deeper, his hips thrusting relentlessly. Amanda moaned around him, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as she let him use her mouth.
Amanda lost herself in the rhythm, her mind drifting back to John, imagining him on his knees just like this, taking cock after cock with no end in sight. The thought pushed her over the edge, her body trembling as pleasure surged through her.
James pulled out abruptly, flipping her onto the bed and spreading her legs wide. He entered her in one swift motion, his cock stretching her to the limit. Amanda cried out, her nails digging into his back as he pounded into her, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body. Amanda met each thrust feeling orgasm after orgasm.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” James snarled, his pace relentless.
Amanda could only nod, words failing her as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Somewhere, far away, she heard John’s muffled cries, the sound mingling with the slap of skin on skin as James fucked her raw.
She was close again, so close, when—
“Tell me,” James demanded, slowing just enough to make her beg. “Tell me whose cock you like better, mine or your sissy ass husband’s.”
“Yours,” Amanda gasped, her hips bucking against his. “Only you.”
With a guttural groan, James came inside her, his release triggering her own as she screamed his name. They collapsed together, spent and sweating, the echoes of John’s ordeal still ringing faintly in Amanda’s ears.
—
Back in the dungeon, John’s jaw ached, his lips swollen from hours of service. The two doms showed no signs of stopping, their cocks stiff and ready for more. One of them gripped John’s hair, tilting his head back to meet his gaze.
“You’re not done yet, slut.”
He shoved his cock back into John’s waiting mouth, smiling down at the tear-streaked face below him.
And John? He obeyed, because he knew this was what he was made for.