Thank you for continuing to take part in this adventure. This part builds slowly and hopefully leaves you begging for the next chapter. I have not decided if I want to end it at 4 chapters or continue on. Leave comments and please vote.

Two days flew by quickly. Every day after work Tracy and I fucked. We did not make love or have sex, we used each other for our own pleasure. Nothing we did was intended for the other's pleasure. I was sure, after all that, that I would not be able to participate in the night's activities. However, just thinking about tonight was arousing me like never before.

Tracy walked out of the bedroom and I could not believe what she looked like. She was dressed in a tight white blouse with the top three buttons undone, you could tell there was no bra underneath. A form-fitting black pencil skirt and tan stockings. She was carrying a pair of black high-heels. She put on minimal make-up. Her lips were ruby red, a light dusting of blush on her cheeks and dark eye-shadow.

I walked up to her and pulled her close, she smelled good and felt even better. I ran my hand down her back and felt just smooth skin. She was not wearing any panties either.

"Honey, you need to go change. There are clothes for you on the bed." She went up on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek. Then she walked into the kitchen, the last thing I saw was her texting someone.

I went into the bedroom and saw a package on the bed. It was wrapped in blue paper with a white ribbon and a bow. I sat down on the bed and stared at the package.

I picked it up and held it in my lap. Grabbing the bow and pulling it loose. I pulled the top off of the box and looked inside. There was a blue silk shirt, under the shirt was a charcoal black Italian dress pants. Finally, a pair of black silk socks and black leather shoes.

I laid the items on the bed and got undressed. Walking into the bathroom, I grabbed a towel and started the shower. Turning, I looked at myself in the mirror. Was I ready for this? Did I really have a choice? Fuck, my mother would be here in a couple of hours and the night... well the night would be interesting.

After my shower, I found a note on the clothes, it merely read: no underwear. This was going to be a first for me. When I was done, I found it fell very good. The pants practically stroked me to arousal as I walked. The shirt was snug and soft, never mind the socks. I could get used to dressing like this.

The time flew by, Tracy had dinner going and two bottles of wine on ice. She specifically made a meal that Kathy tended to complain about. She was definitely setting the stage for how the evening would go.

The doorbell rang and I opened the door to see Anthony standing there dressed in suit pants and a maroon silk shirt. I wondered if my mother had been informed of the dress code.

"Evenin' Brandon. How was your day?"

"Uneventful, spent most of the day thinking about tonight."

"It will a great evening... for me at least." He chuckled.

"Yeah, about that. What are your plans for us? What are you going to have us do?"

He looked me in the eye and in a deadly serious voice said "Whatever the fuck I want you to do."

I have never felt a chill go down my spine like it did just then. I could not continue to look him in the eye and cast my eyes downward.

"Yeah, I guess"

"I am sorry, what did you say?" his tone was still serious and commanding.

"Yes..." I looked at him. His eyes stared at me and he cocked an eyebrow. I nearly jumped when I felt Tracy put her hand on my shoulder.

"Yes, sir. That is what he wants to hear." She said.

I looked at her and then at him. "Yes... sir."

"Good, now to set a good example for tonight. Tracy follow me to the couch." He walked towards the couch and sat down.

"Brandon, the ground rules for tonight are simple. You are to address me as sir at all times. You are to do what I ask you to with no hesitation, regardless of what I tell you. You will not look to Tracy after any command or request, you just do it. No one else is in charge tonight. You speak when spoken to, except at dinner and only with small talk. You do not volunteer any information about what is expected or what is going to happen. If you fail to follow these rules at any time, the punishment will be immediate. Do you understand?" he looked at me expectantly.

"Yes, I do. This is all going so fast. Will my mother have to do this to?" I must say, my mind was working slower than my mouth, and I only realized what I had said when he stood up slowly and stared me in the eyes. "Sir! I am sorry Sir. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"You will get yours Brandon. But first... Tracy." He never raised his voice, and yet it shook me to the core. I looked at Tracy and saw her face drain of color. Oh my. What had she done?

He walked up to her and stood there looking down. She looked up at him, fear on her face, a tremble in her lip but her eyes...her eyes held excitement, maybe even a little lust. She knew what she had done and wanted this.

She knew the punishment would set the tone for the night. The dinner, the punishment, the clothes and then I thought about the text. Could she have texted mom and lied to her about the dress code? Oh shit, she would do that.

"Tracy dear. What did I tell you?"

She looked up at him and you could see her swallow. "You told me to give Brandon the box with the clothes. You wanted me to dress, business sexy, you told me to... to tell Kathy... to dress in her finest, and that you would set down the ground rules to everyone." She looked up at him defiantly.

"So... what are the ground rules?" he looked down at her with a smirk.

She looked at him and you could see the wheels turning in her mind. She went pale again. She realized what she had done, even I understood. She had told me to call him sir.

"So... you understand now." He put his hands on her shoulders. "Assume the position Angel."

She bent at the waist, legs kept straight and she grabbed her ankles. He lifted her skirt and pooled around her waist. Her shaved pussy could be seen very well, definitely freshly done. Anthony used his foot to make her spread her legs. She managed to get them shoulder width apart without falling.

I watched as his hands ran over the soft skin of her ass. She shivered as he caressed her skin. His fingers traced the line from her buttocks to her pussy. He caressed her lips and slipped his fingers inside her. The sloshing sound of his fingers in her seemed to fill the room.

"As you can see Brandon, she is turned on by this. She loves the humiliation, to be owned, to do things against her will. She thought you would too and she was right. Wasn't she?" he kept his fingers deep in my wife as he looked at me and asked the question.

"Yes... sir..." I mumbled.

"Speak up Brandon, let me hear it."

"Yes sir. I like what you are doing to me. I don't know why I do, it repulses me and yet arouses me." Shame filled my voice, but my cock got stiff and it showed under the pants.

"Yes, it seems you do." He smiled at me "Now watch, because soon it will be your turn."

He placed a hand on her neck and raised his other hand high. I watched as his hand fell down quickly striking her left ass cheek.

"FUCK! Uuuhhhh, one sir... shit...may I please have another?" She panted

The smile on his face was worse than the severe look he used. He was genuinely enjoying this.

I watched as he prepared for another strike. Tracy was braced, waiting for it. She started to tremble and then it came down... hard.

"CHRIST! Uugghh. T-two sir... oooh... Damn... may I have another?" her breath was getting ragged.

"Tell your husband what you are feeling."

"I... am getting wet. This is... humiliating and arousing... FUCK!" she was interrupted by another swat "Thank you sir, may I have another?"

"Continue Angel."

"Yes sir." I watched as she took a deep breath. "I crave this over what I have had. I... need this as much as I despise it. You have no idea what a release this is. DAMN IT! Ugh! Oh fuck, what number? Fuck, fuck, fuck... One sir, may I have another!"

He chuckled, deep in his chest. "That is okay, this time, Angel. I was just making a demonstration. Keep talking, punishment is over. Don't however think that this is ever going to happen again."

"Yes sir... I am always in charge. I have to be strong. But here, like this, I give up what I want for what I need. For what you can't give me. Oh Brandon, I love you, but you are submissive, which I do enjoy, but when I ask you to take control, you just don't understand how to do it."

She was right, I was not comfortable with her idea of taking control. I could be forceful, well to be honest, I could ask for what I wanted. I could never demand or command. Now, though, I knew what she needed and I could not give it to her. Mainly because I needed it too.

I could feel the warmth fill my face. Tracy was looking at me, as was Anthony. He just nodded as if he understood. She... she actually looked even more aroused. I noticed her nipples pressing against the blouse and she was slightly moving her thighs open and closed.

I watched as he grabbed Tracy by the hair and jerked her to a standing position. "This is what she wants." Her hands reached up and grabbed his wrist to try and relieve some of the pressure. He just looked at me as if she wasn't important. He twisted his wrist and pulled down until she was on her knees in front of him.

"We have a bit of time, so let's give both of you what you want and need, even if you won't admit it. Brandon stand next to your "wife"" he stretched and emphasized the word wife. I knew my relationship with Tracy and Anthony was changing, but now I realized what it meant for my marriage. Anthony had us where he wanted us. He was feeding our deepest desires and darkest fears.

I walked over to Tracy and stood next to her, just waiting for the next command. I looked down and saw her chewing on her bottom lip. She was anxious to find out what was next.

"Brandon, drop your pants, assume the position your wife was in for me."

I undid my belt and unzipped my fly, all while remembering the rules "Yes sir." With no underwear on, it felt good when the air hit my skin. I was still rock hard from the spanking and the feel of the fabric on my cock. I stepped out of the pants and was reaching for the socks when I heard him speak again.

"Keep the socks, and do not look back at us. Just stare at the wall."

"Yes sir"

I bent over and grabbed my ankles. Slowly spreading my legs apart.

"Brandon, reach back and spread your cheeks."

I was worried, I was not ready for his cock in my ass, but I knew I would do whatever he wanted. I heard Tracy grunt, then I felt her nose in the crack of my ass. Then a sensation I have never felt before. It was soft, wet, yet firm. She was tonguing my asshole. She licked around it and I found myself moving my legs wider apart and spreading my cheeks more. She pressed the tip of her tongue into the tight hole and it felt very strange and very erotic. My cock bounced up and down as the blood flowed into it. It was getting so hard it actually hurt.

I felt her hand cup my balls and roll them around. This also was somewhat uncomfortable, but then she licked my sack slowly and my mind could not focus on both the pleasure and the pain and seemed to settle on pleasure for now.

I closed my eyes and drifted away into the experience. I started rocking back and forth, pressing against her tongue, trying to get it farther into my ass. I opened my mouth and moaned until it was cut short by a hard cock entering it.

His hands grabbed my hair and he pulled me onto to his thick hard cock. I started to gag and he pulled harder until my face was pressed against his hairy abdomen. I was having trouble breathing and thought I was going to puke. Then he pulled me off enough so that I could breathe.

He fucked my face slowly, while my wife tongued my ass. He gradually picked up speed, shoving himself down my throat more quickly and roughly each time. My eyes started to water. I was not Brandon any more. Hell, I was not even human any more. I was just a place to stick his dick. My gagging was more violent and I knew I was going barf. Then he stopped and held still.

I was trying to breathe through my nose when he started to come in my mouth and down my throat. I choked on the semen, coughing. It came out my nose, out of my mouth covering his cock. There might even have been a bit of bile. My nose and throat burned and I fell back onto the floor.

I watched as Tracy sat on the floor looking from Anthony to me. Anthony gestured to her and she paled. She could smell the mixture of stomach and sperm that was coated on his cock. She crawled over to him and tentatively licked his cock. Her face twisted in a grimace as the taste hit her.

He just looked down at her, his hands on his hips, waiting. She looked up at him, almost pleading but resigned herself and took his whole cock in her mouth. After a few minutes, he was all cleaned up.

"Brandon, go get cleaned up. Tracy finish preparing dinner. Leave the taste of your before dinner snack though. I want you to kiss Kathy very well when she gets here."

I looked at him and nodded "Yes sir" I went to the bathroom to wash my face and check my clothes. I could end it here... now... all I had to do was just say something. He was not a bad person, hell he was a good friend, but this was too much. Wasn't it? Tracy looked so different the past two days. Like she was comfortable in life for the first time. Could I take that comfort away and try and lead us back to a normal life? Fuck, did I even want to? And to involve my step-mom... where would he take us after that?

So i did what I always did... what I was told and waited to see where life took me. It was who I was after all. Anthony knew that all too well...