My Best Friend Employs Me Pt 01

THIS STORY IS A SEQUEL TO THE "MY BEST FRIEND DERAILS MY LIFE" MULTI-PART SERIES. I RECOMMEND READING THIS SERIES FIRST TO UNDERSTAND THE CONTEXT OF WHY MY WIFE IS SUBMITTING TO MY BEST FRIEND.

As our trial separation evolved, Adrian assumed the reigns of our marriage. He imposed more and more restrictions on us, and took more control of my wife. Sara loved the humiliation that came from being Adrian's sex slave. I hated his dominance of her, and asked her to leave him multiple times. My pleas fell on deaf ears.

"You destroyed any chance of reconciliation, when you decided to have a sexual relationship with your young assistant, Melody," she told me repeatedly.

"Besides," she taunted, "I am acting under the threat of blackmail."

I knew it was way deeper than that. Sara stayed at Adrian's every weekend, per our written agreement. However, the length of her weekend visits kept getting longer. Initially, she went there on Saturday morning, and returned home late Sunday evening. I could handle her being in his bed for one night a week.

Then Sara announced that it was easier to spend Friday night there also, as it was a lot of packing and unpacking, for one night. So his limo would pick her up early Friday evening, after we had enjoyed a nice dinner together.

Sara would return home very late on Sunday night. Adrian would return her in a horrible state. She would enter our home looking well-used, mostly drunk and high as a kite. She often had semen on her body or clothing, and her legs were like jello, from all of the orgasms she enjoyed on the ride home. She would basically fall through the front door. I would help her up the stairs, run her a bath, and then she would go straight to bed.

After just three weekends, Sara said, "I think it would be easier on all of us if I came home early Monday morning."

I couldn't disagree. Now that she was gone every weekend, I had to make some adjustments. It meant I saw Sara mostly at work, in Adrian's house.

"Would you consider spending less time at Adrian's house?" I asked her one day.

Sara looked at me like I was crazy. "Adrian has a swimming pool, a home gym, a chef and a large sun deck. Why would I want to spend my days in our modest home, instead of his luxurious house?" she asked incredulously.

I wanted to add easy access to drugs to her list, but didn't want to get into a fight about it. We both knew that Sara was taking way too much ecstasy and cocaine, and that Adrian made it readily available for her. The MDMA made her much more pliable sexually, and the cocaine helped with her weight loss. When she was at our house she was strung out, and very irritable. She was actually easier to be around, when she was under his roof.

This weekend routine continued for the first few weeks, but then Adrian moved the goalposts again. Adrian liked to go out for a fancy meal on Friday nights, to celebrate the week's accomplishments. Sara loved fine-dining and I couldn't afford the restaurants he frequented, so she often accompanied him. Then, often became always, and before I knew it, the new normal was established.

His limousine picked her up at 9am on Friday morning, to go and get her hair and nails done, for his weekend enjoyment. He would return her on Monday morning, in a much more reasonable state.

Sara was subjected to a very elaborate preparation routine for him, on Friday. She had nail extensions added to her slender fingers, painted according to Adrian's desired weekend color. Her platinum hair had grown out to a slightly longer length than the wig she wore for months. Every Friday, her hair stylist washed and added color as necessary to her hair, so that it remained uniformly platinum.

Her hair was styled according to Adrian's plans for her. Sometimes, perfectly straight, sometimes curly and wavy, occasionally pigtails if he needed her to look youthful. Her makeup was next, and this had the greatest variety of looks.

If he was taking her to the ballet, for example, he wanted her to look classy. If he took her along to close a deal, she needed to look professional, but absolutely available to do whatever it took to make it happen. Adrian often dangled the prospect of sex with Sara, in front of prospective clients, although she hadn't actually had to deliver on the implication yet.

"It is just a matter of time," Adrian assured her, "before I throw you in, to sweeten a deal. The lucky recipient will be tested, of course," he added.

Sometimes the makeup team were tasked with making Sara look like a twenty something college girl, and they succeeded again and again. Incidentally, this look was often paired with the pigtails.

Once she was made up to his specific orders, she was free until he got home from his last appointment. She would often use this time to lay out by Adrian's pool, and sunbathe naked. He made her go to a tanning salon on the days that she was at my house, but she was happy to add some natural color, by his pool. She had to sunbathe naked, because he had forbidden Sara to have any tan lines.

Sara would have a masseuse come by Adrian's house on Friday afternoon. During the two-hour session, she would also be subjected to a deep colon-cleanse. Adrian always fucked my wife's ass on the weekends, and this invasive cleanse was more sanitary than an enema. Plus it helped her to make her weight goal.

I use the word "goal" loosely. It was a requirement. Under the guidance of a nutritionist and a personal trainer, my wife was tasked with a twenty pound weight loss "goal." I told her I thought she was perfect the way she was. At 5 feet 8 inches she weighed 135 pounds, before Adrian got involved in her fitness program. He was adamant that Sara be 115 pounds, and she had responded well to his strict regime.

After the colon-cleanse, Sara would shower. Then as she returned naked to the massage table, Sara was oiled from head to toe in scented moisturizer, so that she was soft and smelled divine for Adrian. Unbeknownst to my wife, Adrian paid the masseuse to be very touchy-feely with her, focusing on her arousal via Sara's erogenous zones. She would also pamper my wife's nipples, vagina and anus with extra tender attention.

Finally, under the guise of ensuring her availability for Adrian, Sara's vagina and asshole would be thoroughly lubed, by the masseuse. This was very humiliating for my wife, and she begged Adrian not to subject her to this. He demanded that Sara submit to this weekly violation, and she would often leave the massage table with erect nipples, and a very wet pussy.

Sara hated the violation that occurred during her weekly massage. Although ostensibly she was being prepared for Adrian's enjoyment, the manner in which she was probed and fondled, was degrading. Especially because she could not stop herself self-lubricating, during the humiliating session.

Even more demeaning, was Sara's required weekly Kogan massage, that I had agreed to, in exchange for the dismissal of Adrian's lawsuits. Sara found this to be more distasteful, because she hadn't even agreed to it. I had traded her sexual services for my benefit, and that pissed her off. Once she found out that I didn't even know what a Kogan massage was, when I agreed to her performing it on a weekly basis, she became even more enraged.

Adrian loved the humiliating ritual, and had a very specific process that he expected Sara to follow. First up was the physical transformation. Kogan massage originated in Japan, and there are not too many blue-eyed platinum blondes, in that part of the world. For this reason, Sara was required to undergo a dramatic change in appearance, prior to servicing Adrian. She had a long straight black wig, made of real human hair, that made her look Asian, at least from behind. Sara wore dark brown eye contact lenses to obscure her blue eyes, and her makeup would be done using darker foundation, to give her an exotic look.

Submissive behavior is a large part of the Tokyo, sex for sale industry, and Adrian made sure that Sara learned all of the techniques, to make a man feel like he was being worshipped. Sara would be kneeling when Adrian entered the room. He would be naked except for a towel, having just got out of the shower.

Adrian would approach Sara, as she knelt before him in a silk kimono. When he reached her position, she would further submit herself, by bowing until her forehead touched the floor. She would then kiss his bare feet until he told her to stand. Normally, this would entail one or two kisses of submission, before he allowed her to get up from her knees.

Occasionally, he would allow her to kiss his feet for several moments, as if to remind her that she was his plaything. Sara hated this part of the ritual, and when she told me about it, I was pissed. I say "pissed" but that would imply that I would have the balls to do something about it, which I most certainly did not. I did tell Sara that I would never kiss that asshole's feet, but that didn't really make her feel any better.

After he was bored of her soft lips on his feet and toes, Adrian would command her to stand. Sara would remove his towel, fold it perfectly, and invite him to lay on the massage table. After he was comfortable, the Kogan massage would begin.

Sara would fetch a large bowl of hot water and a wash cloth. She would wash his genitalia thoroughly first, and then lay the hot washcloth across his testicles. The heat would relax his balls, and draw them away from the body, enlarging them, just as exposure to cold, makes a man's nuts shrivel and retreat inside the body, in search of heat.

Once Adrian's balls were warm, Sara would rub Nuru gel all over them, and start to massage and separate the testicles. Adrian would relax on the massage table as she worked her magic. I think it was the one hour in the week when he actually turned his phone off. He would be undisturbed, and ever so relaxed. He would occasionally even fall asleep. After a prolonged testicle massage, Sara would lovingly suck his nuts, while he decided how he wanted to come. He never fucked her during his weekly massage.

"This is all about me," he told her one day. "My time to switch off and relax. It was very generous of Chris to offer you to me, in exchange for my withdrawal of the lawsuits," he said to her, on more than one occasion.

Today he wanted to use the milking-table, he told her, as she nibbled and sucked his nuts. Sara's heart sank, as this was her least favorite way to bring Adrian to orgasm. Even though he never fucked her during the massage session, most of the other ways he got off, had some degree of intimacy.

Sara would sometimes give Adrian a handjob to completion, talking dirty to him and maintaining eye contact, which felt like they were connected. Sometimes he would put his feet up flat on the table, and she would eat his ass as he jerked off. Sometimes she sucked his cock as they stared at each other, which she enjoyed immensely. Another favorite was Nuru body to body massage, in which she slid all over him, covered in Nuru gel until he ejaculated, usually between her tits.

However, the milking-table removed all the intimacy from the act. It was basically a glory-hole. The massage table had a small removable plate about halfway down the length of it. Adrian would turn over on his stomach, and once the hole was uncovered, his cock and balls would emerge underneath the table. Sara would scoot under the table, and become some anonymous cocksucker. Adrian couldn't see her, but would just feel her eager lips and hands on his cock and balls, trying to coax a load out of him.

Who knows what he thought about when he climaxed this way? There was a large monitor on the wall, and he would often watch porn when she was under the milking- table. This pissed Sara off, and she complained to me about it.

"What the hell can I do about it Sara?" I asked in frustration. "Adrian will kick my ass if I try and defend you. He will probably put me under the table, to show us who is the boss," I added with a shudder.

I wish I had never said anything to Sara about it, because it obviously gave her ideas. A couple of weeks later, Sara completely rearranged the massage room. She told Adrian it was to make it more "feng shui", but I found out the real reason, about twenty minutes before his weekly Kogan massage.

Sara cornered me, and thrust a long black wig and a silk kimono into my arms.

"Strip naked and put this on," she told me firmly, in a voice that left no room for discussion. "You got me into this mess, you can help me out today."

Once I was wearing the Kimono, I could see it matched hers exactly. Our black wigs were identical too, and after Sara straightened and adjusted mine, we looked very similar from behind. She sprayed me down with some of her perfume, and told me to wait out on the balcony, that was accessible from the massage room.

She had moved the massage table next to the balcony door, and had replaced the massage table cover with a larger sheet, that extended almost to the floor. I could see her plan as soon as I walked into the room, and I didn't like it at all. I walked out onto the balcony, and waited silently for Adrian to enter the room. Sara left the balcony door open, so I could see their shadows through the lace curtain. I didn't see Sara's head for several moments, and assumed she was kissing Adrian's feet.

Adrian enjoyed a blowjob that day, and I waited out on that balcony like a fucking pussy, as my wife sucked him to completion. With the door open I could hear him talking dirty to her, and the lewd sounds of a devoted blowjob. Two weeks in a row, I waited on the balcony in my silk kimono and black wig, to see if Adrian wanted the milking-table option. It was very emasculating to listen to them engage sexually, especially as Adrian tit-fucked my wife the second week.

Finally, on the third week, Sara talked Adrian into the milking-table.

"Baby, why don't we put some porn on the big screen, and you can relax, while I crawl under the table and take care of my man!" Sara said seductively.

"Great idea Sara," Adrian said, as he rolled over to lay on his stomach.

I heard the flap open, and I assume Adrian adjusted his position, so that his cock and balls were accessible from under the table. Sara put on some interracial porn and turned the volume up. That was my cue, and I crawled into the massage room through the balcony door. As I scooted under the milking-table, Sara gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up, and crawled out onto the balcony to relax, while I gave Adrian head.

If it felt emasculating the first time I sucked Adrian's cock, on our Anniversary threesome, this was much worse. First of all, Adrian never ejaculated in my mouth the first time I blew him, but this was definitely going to be a blowjob to completion. Secondly, the anonymity of the whole sex act, made me feel like I was at a glory-hole. Adrian's cock was recognizable to me, since it was jet-black and very large, but other than that it was just an anonymous cock, and it was my job to suck it off.

I would like to say that I brought Adrian to a very quick climax, through a skillful application of my lips and tongue, but in truth, he was a very tough come. I think he probably enjoyed so much sex, that he wasn't going to blow his load in my mouth, just because I worshipped his cock and balls. I really had to work for his load, and spent as much time on his nuts, as I did on his thick, black shaft.

Finally, after almost thirty minutes, he ejaculated into my mouth, without any warning. Adrian must have an amazing capacity to produce semen, because every time he comes, it is a massive load. I choked a little at first, but quickly regained my composure, and swallowed his cum.

"Fuck yeah, Sara, you bitch," he said derisively, blissfully unaware that I had swallowed his load, not my wife. "Clean me up, baby. I am going to lie here and relax for a while."

I did clean him up. For several minutes, as I waited for Sara to crawl into the room, and switch places with me. Adrian would fuck me up, if he looked under the table and saw me under there, instead of my wife. Finally, after an extended clean-up session, Adrian's cock was flaccid, and I could hear him snoring.

Sara must have heard him too, because her face appeared under the table cloth, and then she joined me under the table.

"Keep sucking," she whispered.

"What?" I said very quietly.

"Keep sucking Adrian's cock, baby. Get him hard again. He will want to come twice today."

We couldn't have much of a conversation under the table, with Adrian sleeping a few inches above us, but Sara did manage to convey to me that Adrian was always busy. Normally, he would enjoy the Kogan massage, blow his load, and then be off to his next appointment. The fact that he had chosen to take a nap, was indicative that he had some spare time this morning. So, he would want to get off twice.

"Why me?" I asked. "You suck him off, Sara."

"Do you want me to wake him up, and see how he feels about the fact that you tricked him into coming into your mouth?" she asked me.

That thought genuinely scared me, so I put my lips tenderly around his cock-head, and started to suckle his soft cock. I had expected Sara to go back out onto the balcony, but she watched me intently, as I brought Adrian's cock back to life. After several minutes of me lavishing attention on his cock and balls, he was erect. And, apparently awake!

"Get your ass up here Sara," he said assertively. "I want to tit-fuck you next."

Sara gave me a wry smile, and emerged from under the milking-table. I heard her tell Adrian to turn over, and his cock disappeared through the hole. I waited until Sara had lubed up her tits, and the table started to rock, and then snuck out onto the balcony. About thirty minutes later, Adrian had a very vocal orgasm between Sara's tits, and shortly afterwards he left the room to take a shower.

"All clear," Sara said cheerfully, as I entered the massage room, to return to my work.

She was a mess. She had lube all over her tits, and Adrian's semen on her tits, neck, chin and face. I could see her eyes were totally glazed over, and she was high as a kite on ecstasy.

"See you next week," she said with a giggle. "Same time, same place, same cock!"

We settled into this weekly routine of taking care of Adrian during his Kogan massage. I spent most of the sessions waiting on the balcony, which was very emasculating. Sitting there for over an hour, in a long black wig and a silk kimono, having been sprayed with a liberal dose of Sara's perfume, waiting to see if my wife's lover wanted a milking-table blowjob, was very demeaning.

Sara tried to talk him into the milking-table every week, but Adrian liked variety and he had too many other options available to him. When it was my turn "at bat", I did my best to provide him a loving cock-worship session, and took pride in the fact that I could get him off quicker than Sara could.

Adrian gets bored very easily when it comes to sex, and so we constantly came up with new ways to make him feel good. One day, when it was my turn under the milking- table, I used the vibrating egg on his nuts, and was rewarded with a huge load within a few minutes of this new stimulation. After he ejaculated in my mouth, I kept the aluminum egg on his balls, and a few minutes later, he came a second time without getting soft. Needless to say, that magic egg accompanied me each and every time I was under the milking-table.

I didn't think Adrian would like it if he found out that I was under the table, sucking his cock. However, I severely underestimated his sexual needs, because a few weeks later, Sara was sick with the flu. As the weekly Kogan massage appointment approached, Sara was tasked with finding a replacement "set of lips" for Adrian to ejaculate between.