Ryan Wickett arrived home from his Saturday morning workout to find 3 large women sitting on his living room couch, none of whom he'd ever seen before. "Hellooo...?" he said, offering a greeting and asking a question at the same time, a half smile breaking onto his face.
He directed a quizzical look at his wife as she kissed him hello. "Baby, this is Kathy, Bonnie and Eva," she said, indicating each one, and each in turn gave a smile and a little wave or other acknowledgment that she was, indeed, the named visitor.
All three stood as Ryan stepped forward to shake hands. "Hello. Nice to meet you. My pleasure. Welcome." He repeated their names and looked them each over quickly as he took their hands.
Kathy and Bonnie appeared to be sisters, though Kathy was obviously several years older. They shared identical facial bone structure (very round, with huge cheeks that threatened to force their eyes shut), skin tone (pasty white) and hair color (dishwater blonde). Both women wore dresses that somehow appeared expensive, but mostly shapeless; no doubt, intended more for discretion than glamour.
They were tall, as well as fat. Ryan judged Kathy to be close to six feet, with Bonnie only an inch or so shorter. Kathy was a bit thinner, if you could use that term, but probably still weighed 250 pounds. Bonnie seemed to be even heavier. Her saving grace was that she was actually pretty. Ryan was struck by an image of what her face would look like if she were 150 pounds lighter, but the thought was quickly detoured when he grasped her clammy, wet hand. He had to consciously refrain from wiping his own hand on his pant leg after letting go.
Eva was clearly Latina, with gorgeous brown eyes, dark brown hair, and a blindingly white smile that contrasted strongly with the deep tan of her skin. Her huge tits were packed into a too-small jersey knit blouse that was cut far too deeply. He guessed she was rocking at least 8" of cleavage. Her nipples were doing their best to bore thru the material, and shake his hand of their own accord. She caught him looking, pushed her chest out just a bit more and gave him a little wink. Her handshake was firm and confident, and she held on longer than necessary.
Weird as the encounter was, Eva's little wink caused the slightest twitch in Ryan's pants, and his smile grew just a shade wider.
"Well, it's nice to meet you ladies. What brings you to our home?"
All three looked to Ryan's wife, Dina. "I met these girls at that book club I joined last week, and I told them about our arrangement." She pulled a handful of hundred dollar bills from her pocket and waved them at him. In an instant, he understood.
*****
He and Dina had been together more than 10 years, dating for 3 before getting married. They had always been very open with each other about how they felt in the bedroom, what kind of things turned them on, what turned them off, etc. Both valued the open communication.
They shared with each other that the idea of additional partners was exciting. Ryan admitted that he loved prostate play, and had a fantasy of sucking a cock. Dina wanted nothing to do with anal, herself, but would be very open to women joining them in bed.
But, the big reveal was Dina's desire to be a mistress. She loved the idea of playing the dominant role, at least once in awhile. And Ryan admitted that being completely at her command would be a huge turn-on. He loved the idea of turning over control, and she loved the idea of taking it.
And so, they played with the concept, trying this and that, here and there, and shortly after they were married, came to an arrangement; on the first and third weekends of the month, Dina could call the shots. No matter what, no matter when, no matter where, she was in charge and he had to obey. If he refused, he was punished.
Tied up and spanked until his ass was raw, then forced into chastity until Dina's next time at the wheel, it was not something Ryan found enjoyable, and he had only had to endure it twice. Since then, he'd been quite the obedient servant on her weekends.
*****
"Your clothes are on the bed," Dina said. Ryan knew not to hesitate, and headed to the master suite.
He'd showered at the gym, so that part of the process was already complete. In the bathroom, he brushed his teeth and his hair, then dabbed a little cologne on his neck and just above the base of his cock.
On the bed were the items he was expected to wear, and he began to dress. First, a latex cock ring. He and Dina both loved how it helped keep his cock full, and he often wore it, regardless of whether or not they had anything planned. He loved how his cock felt, and she loved the looks it helped generate from both men and women.
Then, black Lycra shorts, nice and tight, to show off his enhanced bulge. Next, a black bow tie (this one snapped in the back; he'd never learned how to tie a real one). Finally, a crisp, white dress shirt with gold cufflinks.
This was one of their favorite outfits. They had experimented with different kinds of footwear, from cowboy boots to flip-flops, but in the end, had just decided he would go barefoot, especially at home. The final touch; a black, Phantom of the Opera-style mask.
Ryan stood in front of their full length mirror to make a final check. At 6' 3", tanned and toned, with jet-black hair, he knew he looked good. A couple of flex poses to bring some blood to the muscles, and it was showtime.
While Ryan was getting ready, Dina had put on some Barry White music. The money she was waving around meant that she'd pimped him out, and he knew he'd be earning his keep this weekend, especially since fat women were a real turn-off for him.
He walked back to the living room, where he was met with wide eyes and wider smiles. Both of the sisters flushed, pink running quickly from their faces down their throats, and beneath their conservative necklines.
"Grrrrrrr," growled Eva. "Woof!"
All three women had glasses of wine in their hands, and Dina encouraged them to drink up. "Come on, ladies. Empty those glasses. You'll want both hands free."
Eva downed her Chardonnay in a single gulp, then began to dance her way toward Ryan, who now started to sway, as well. Eva brought both hands to the neckline of her blouse and pulled it back, setting her sweater puppies free. Then she reached for those big brown nipples, pinching. She clearly wasn't shy, and Ryan smiled.
