-How are we going to pay for this?

-The day I got out of jail, I dind't have money. Carter offered me to crash on her couch.- Carter was her ex-boyfriend. More like friends with benefits, actually.- I didn't want to go back into his world. Once in jail is enough, you know? I started working in the restaurant and hired a small and surprisingly expensive apartment. He gave me a few thousands as a gift, an apology, and a goodbye. You may not like him, but he was a good friend and a good person. Fortunately, before my landlord had devoured my savings, a unexpected offer changed my life.- She took my hand and kissed the ringed finger. I blushed and smiled.

-So what's the plan?- We were going to spend a weekend on the coast and under the sun. There was an university very close to our hotel so we were going to have a lot of horny, single, young men available for us.

-You know the rules. If you meet someone and want to take him to our bedroom, tell me so I won't find you in the middle of the action, and... That's pretty much everything. Do you like our honeymoon? I don't know what should I think. You are so passive. I sometimes don't know if I'm being mean, or cold, or I'm going too far, because you don't say anything. Being a domme is stressing, sometimes I just want a bit of cuddling. Maybe this wee...

-What are you going to say about your tattoo?- I didn't understand what was she rambling about, but I could see that she was uncomforable, so I cut into her sentence.- Are you going to wear long sleeves?- Except for the choker and the piercings all the other kinky stuff had been removed. For a weekend I was going to be a “normal-ish” thirty something years old hanging out with college students during my honeymoon after getting married with a woman that also was my mistress.

-The truth.- She took a quick look to her arm and back towards the road. As a former cop I was very insistent with road safety. She was driving a bit fast because we had been too loving that morning.- I'll say that she's a special friend I met years ago. What are you going to say?

-The truth, of course. I'll say that mistress K. is my wife.- The wedding had been a secret. Only Dinah, Barbara and the judge knew. I didn't want to tell my family yet. Telling the truth to a few strangers who live hundreds of miles from our home, though, hardly could be a problem.

That night we had our first argument in almost two years. After dinner at the hotel she wanted to go to a disco and I wanted a more tranquil pub. A coin decided that we were going to a pub.

There were a few youngsters playing poker using nachos as money. Mistress joined them and she was quite good. She had learnt to play in prison. There was a jukebox and a small dance floor on the bottom area of the pub. I put a song that was famous when I was younger, but, probably, all those college students didn't know. A young man with an uncommon clothing style approached me and told me several barely known facts and curious data about the members of the band I had chosen.

He seemed nice and smart so we mantained a long conversation. At some point he insinuated that I was a MILF. I wasn't a mother but I was old enough to be one, and I let him think so. Besides I wanted to get laid so if that little lie helped me, I was fine. I offered him to go to my bedroom and he accepted eagerly. Before leaving the pub I informed my wife and mistress. She did a strange gesture with her mouth but immediately after nodded and smiled. She preferred to keep playing and gathering the other players' nachos.

Once in our bedroom, I quickly stripped him off. I was so excited because my pussy had been locked all those months. That was my first day of freedom. I had a penis only for myself for the first time in years.

I took him in my mouth making sure that he was going to be ready as soon as I had removed my panties. I had no time to lose. Grabbing his erected penis and caressing the tip with my thumb I led him to the bed. I pushed him down and straddling his legs guided his penis towards my pussy. Then I remembered that I had to use a condom. I looked for one in my purse while my thumb kept rubbing his glans.

With the layer of latex properly fitted I straddled him again. I put his little friend inside of me and the feeling was great..., for a moment. How strange... I opened my legs a bit further so he reached deeper. I started ridding him slowly but I got bored soon. That wasn't enough, so I increased the pace. For more efficiency I rubbed my perpetually erected clit, due to the piercing, with my index finger and thumb.

That second strategy seemed better because after a few minutes I reached my much wanted orgasm. He came shortly after. Several times images of my mistress' face came to my mind, particularly that gesture on the pub that I coudn't identify. I laid down next to him and looked at the ceiling. Everything was fine, there wasn't any particular problem, and yet... It wasn't as good as it was supposed to be. I had been waiting for so long that I should be ecstatic. I caressed the eyelets on my labia. I was lacking something..., or someone.

He offered a second round, that time with him on top. I accepted with a smile. He did right. He was young and firm, with a good stamina. He came but seeing that I wasn't yet, he kept going. Something was wrong, though. My heart just wasn't there. For the sake of his pride I faked an orgasm, so he could rest. He laid down next to me and hugged me kissing me on the cheek. How cute. He liked me more than what I liked him.

-Who is mistress K.?- He asked. He had read my tattoo.

-She's my mis..., my wife.- I didn't say “mistress” because if I had said “mistress K. is my mistress” I would sound like a jerk..., or and idiot.

-So you are a lesbian. Why were you flirting with me, then?

-No I..., I'm not lesbian. It's... It's complicated.- He seemed dissapointed.- Thank you for this. You've been great, but... I mean... My wife is going to sleep in this bed so..., could you...?

-Maybe if you accept that you are lesbian you wouldn't need to fake orgasms.- Yep, he was smart. He got dressed and left. I didn't want to start an argument or to give a stranger too many explanations. I didn't like my wife because she was a woman. I liked her because she knew how to push my buttons. That young man didn't. Maybe I was bi, but the main reason was the other one. Months ago I had had some very powerful orgasms with my ex-boyfriend because the circumstances were different, but I wasn't going to tell a stranger about my kinky interests. Besides our marriage was just a legal thing. Mistress just wanted to upgrade our agreement, as she had said. Emotional bonds, sex and marriage are different matters that sometimes happen to be together.

A while later mistress arrived. She left a rather big bag full of nachos on a table. I watched her undress and opened my arms inviting her to come. She got in the bed and I hugged her and kissed her on the lips.

-So, where is your friend?

-Who?

-The guy..., you know, the jukebox...

-Who?- She understood my answer and smiled.

The next day we didn't have much to do. That wasn't the kind of city where we could visit monuments or take pictures. There was a beach, though, so we spent the morning there trying to develop a tan, and then we spent the afternoon with our bodies covered in ointment because the sun had been too strong.

At night I had to go to a disco because she had come to my pub the day before. I didn't like the music but I guessed that no one was there for that reason. Taking a look at the muscles of the boys and the skirts of the girls, it was obvious what was the most interesting aspect of the place.

A handsome guy took mistress to the dance floor and I stayed next to the bar. Due to the previous day's events I wasn't particularly interested in more short pointless affairs. I preferred to look at my mistress' ass clad in denim tight shorts. From time to time she looked at me and winked an eye or sent me a kiss with her lips.

A guy approached me and started to talk loudly because the music forced him to do so. I honestly didn't know how was he, as I didn't look at him nor once. Mistress' guy seemed very interested on her ass. He was constantly trying to hug her, what she didn't allow. They were just dancing but his body language showed that he didn't care about the music but something less artistic and more carnal.

-Sometimes women are very passive and we men...- The boy next to me was rambling about something. I wasn't listening, my attention was focused somewhere else.

-Passive...- I said. Mistress had said on different moments things like “You just needed half the time...”, “You are too passive...”, “I sometimes don't know if I'm being mean, or cold...”, “You are going to be on my skin forever...”, “Being a domme is stressing, sometimes I just want a bit of cuddling...”. Barbara said “Your mistress doesn't want a weak puppy...”, “You were a tigress...” I looked at the ring on my finger. Holy fuck, what a shitty detective I was. What a terrible mistake. Mistress had let me loose for a few days and I had used that freedom to fuck a stranger. I had her permission and still... What? As if I had any fucking good reason to do that. As if I was going to find someone better in a few days, or even a few years.

-What...?- I left the guy talking alone.

I walked towards mistress on the dance floor. The guy was still trying to reach her buttocks. I hugged her from behind. My left hand cupped her breast making sure that he would see the ring. With my right hand I undid the zipper of her shorts, and caressed her trimmed hair. I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.

-What are you doing, Shiera?- She didn't need to turn around her face to recognize me.

-I want to dance with my wife, now.- I said that looking at his eyes and loud enough so he could hear it. Following the strong rhythm of that everything but melodic music I pressed my waist against her buttocks and using the force of my hips and my arm on her tummy I slowly made her dance with me.

-Well, handsome stranger, this is a goodbye, it seems.- She placed the back of her head against my temple, and her hips and waist matched the movements I was indicating.- I'm going to dance with my wife.- She turned around in a sudden movement and hugged me placing her arms around my neck. I saw then her huge smile. She closed her eyes and placed her forehead against mine. Her nose rubbed mine and then she slidded it around my cheek seeking my neck. Just like that I was hornier than the night before. My mistress had made me hers again with such little effort. Our hips kept following the rhythm of the music.

-If we are not in our bedroom soon I'm going to rape you right here.- As I talked, her hand pushed slightly on the side of my head making it lean a bit.- This is our fucking honeymoon and I...- She interrupted me nibbling my neck. Then she grabbed my hand and guided it to the hem of her panties as her crotch zipper was still open. Pushing on my fingers she made me grab the thin fabric.

-Show me the way, my horny beautiful wife.- I turned around and pulling on her panties I led her out of the disco. She bit her lower lip, looked at my ass and spanked it cheerfully. I realized then that we were attracting a lot of attention. Very well, I thought, they could look as much as they wanted, because surely they weren't going to touch.

The next day the housekeeper opened the door and quickly closed it again when she saw that the room wasn't empty. There were just a few seconds, enough to awaken us. The sheets were on the floor and my wife and I were very naked. My ass and back were in plain view, probably also my pussy as my left leg was resting on her waist. My body was covering half of hers but her right breast was also on plain view, same as her crotch.

-She has seen us.- I babbled.

-Yep, surely.- She babbled in response.

-So we are married.- She nodded.- I'm married with a woman.- She nodded again and shruged her shoulders.- That's awkward...- I thought on what I was going to say next.- I've been thinking. I've been too passive so far. From now on I'm going to be more agressive.- She raised an eyebrow.- From time to time I'm going to want to fuck you. I cannot touch your vagina without your permission. So I guess I will have to tease you.- She opened her mouth to talk but I kept going.- Though sometimes I won't be able to control myself so I will have to rape you.- I joked..., mostly.- But don't worry, you can tie me up or chain me or whip me. Your choice.

-Two years ago I was totally straight.- She said after giving it a thought.- I hadn't assimilated yet that I liked your tongue, so I asked you not to touch me if I wasn't ready. If you, for some reason, have an urge and need to rape me..., well, I won't always be able to defend myself. So, please, be gentle.- She joked. I looked at her eyes for a moment enjoying that beautiful clear brown with green dots and took a decision. Then I sealed my fate with a kiss on her lips.