The Weekend My Wife and I Became Her Submissives

Marisa and I were introduced by a mutual friend. We fell in love quickly, got married a couple of years later, and built an orderly, almost predictable life. So when, one Sunday afternoon, we were driving back from lunch with that same friend, I wasn’t expecting my wife to break the silence with the sentence that changed everything.

—You know Renata likes to be in charge —she said, looking out the window.

I knew. I knew better than she imagined.

—I’ve heard a few things —I replied, deliberately careful.

Marisa turned her head slowly. She had that way of weighing her words before letting them out, as if she measured each one individually.

—I was with her. Several times. Before you and I got serious. —She paused—. I was her submissive. She fucked me with harnesses, made me swallow whatever she wanted, and forced me to eat her pussy until she came on my face. And today, at lunch, she asked if I felt like coming back.

I braked at a red light and looked at her. I expected reproach, shame, anything but what I felt: an enormous, almost physical relief, and an erection hard as stone pressing against my trousers.

—Marisa —I said—. I was with Renata too. And I liked obeying her too. I sucked her off on my knees more times than I can count, and she fucked my ass with a dildo while calling me a slut.

The light turned green. Neither of us spoke for a long while, but something had come loose between us, a knot we’d gone years without naming.

***

That same night, in bed, I put forward the idea that had stopped me sleeping.

—Talk to her. Ask if she wants us both. Together.

I said it and regretted it for half a second, and the next second I knew I didn’t regret it at all.

Marisa propped herself up on one elbow. Streetlight came in through the blinds and striped her face and her small breasts with hard nipples.

—Are you sure about what you’re asking?

—More sure than I am about almost anything.

She climbed on top of me without saying anything else. She pulled my briefs down with her teeth, took out my cock, and swallowed it whole in one smooth motion. I felt her choke on it, pull it out glistening with saliva, spit on the glans, and take it back down to the root. I cupped her head with both hands and started fucking her throat slowly, looking into her watery eyes.

—Suck me thinking about her —I asked—. About how she’s going to make you suck her off in front of me.

Marisa moaned around a mouthful of cock and brought a hand down to touch her cunt. I heard her squelching, wet, while my shaft slid in and out of her stretched lips. When I let her go, she climbed astride me, spread herself with her fingers, and speared herself in one hard thrust to the hilt. She moved fast, riding me with her small breasts bouncing and her nipples so hard she was pinching them herself, twisting them with savage fingers.

—I’m going to be her slut again —she panted—. And you’re going to be her slut with me. Say it.

—I’m going to be her slut with you —I repeated, ramming up into her from below.

She came within minutes, squeezing my cock with her cunt in spasms, and I came inside her with a growl, emptying myself so completely I could feel semen running between us when she collapsed against my chest.

It took her three days to write to Renata. The reply came that same afternoon: Renata loved the idea. She invited us to her house in the suburbs on Saturday, for the whole weekend. She would be our Mistress; we would simply be hers.

***

We arrived on Saturday in midafternoon. The house was spacious, with dark walls and dim light, and it smelled of wood and something sweet I couldn’t identify. The first surprise was waiting inside: Renata wasn’t alone. Beside her stood a woman with similar features, a few years younger, and a tall man with a calm presence whose arm was wrapped around her waist.

—My sister Lorena —Renata said, indicating her—. And Darío, my partner. They get a say in you tonight too.

Marisa reached for my hand. Renata noticed and smiled.

—I want you to listen carefully, because I’m only going to say this once. —She folded her arms—. If you cross that line on the floor, you stop having free will until Monday. You’ll be ours for whatever we want, and I won’t accept a single “but” during your training. —She paused for a long moment, looking us in the eyes—. We agreed on a safeword beforehand: if either of you says “winter,” everything stops immediately, no questions asked. That’s your only protection. Otherwise, this is your last chance to leave and nothing will happen. After that, you’re mine.

We looked at each other. There was no fear in Marisa’s eyes, only hunger. I knew her well enough to tell one from the other.

We crossed the line together.

***

The first thing was stripping us naked. We did it slowly, under the gaze of the three of them, and a shiver ran down my spine at how exposed and calm I felt at the same time. My cock went hard on its own, out in the open, in front of them, and I made no attempt to hide it. Marisa stood beside me with her legs slightly apart, her shaved cunt already shining with moisture. Renata put a leather collar on each of us, snug but not uncomfortable, and clipped a leash to each ring.

—Look at the nipples on this one —she told her sister, running her fingers over Marisa’s chest, which was barely there but had large, responsive nipples—. You’re going to enjoy punishing them.

Lorena came closer and pinched them without haste. She pulled them upward, twisted them, squeezed them between her nails until Marisa had to stand on tiptoe not to cry out. Then she lowered her mouth and bit one, sucking it with her teeth sunk in, while with her other hand she cupped Marisa’s whole cunt and drove two fingers in at once. Marisa held her breath, shut her eyes, and from her throat came a sound halfway between a whimper and desire. Lorena pulled out her soaked fingers and ran them over my lips.

—Suck them, worm. Look how wet you’ve made your wife.

I licked them clean, one by one, tasting Marisa’s hot juices while Lorena watched me with a cold smile.

Then Renata turned to me. She took my chin and made me look at her. With the other hand she grabbed my cock and squeezed it, measuring it with no delicacy at all.

—And you, worm —she said, with no hint of real cruelty, only a role performed to perfection—. You’re going to let us do whatever we feel like to your wife. And you’re going to watch. And you’re going to like it. And your cock is going to get as hard as it is now, even if you’re embarrassed. Is that clear?

—Yes, Mistress —I replied, my voice steadier than I’d expected.

She stroked my cock twice, slowly, and let me go when a clear drop was already escaping from the tip.

***

They took us to a padded bench, a kind of low wooden frame. They tied us with our arms stretched forward and our backs arched, side by side, our hips raised, our asses offered up, and our cocks and balls hanging out in plain sight. The ropes were adjusted carefully, just tight enough to immobilize without cutting off circulation. I noticed it even then: behind the hardness of the game there was meticulous attention to our bodies.

—Lorena, ten each —Renata ordered, handing her a thin whip.

The first strike landed across my ass and burned like a line of fire. The second hit Marisa in the same place, and I heard her bite the air beside me. They alternated, ten for her, ten for me, and with each blow the heat spread and turned into something else, a current running up my spine and clouding my head. My cock, trapped against the edge of the bench, hardened more with every lash.

—Do you like it? —Renata laughed, pacing around the bench—. Look at their faces, Lorena. They love it. And look at this one’s cunt, she’s dripping.

She crouched behind Marisa and spread her ass cheeks with both hands. She ran her tongue from her clit to her asshole, one long, thick lick, and went back up. Marisa moaned loudly, pushing her ass back without meaning to, and Renata rewarded her with one finger inside her cunt and another probing her asshole.

—We’re going in here too today —she announced—. And here. And in your mouth. In all three holes, slut. Like the old days.

She wasn’t lying. Marisa’s cheeks were wet and her mouth half-open, and I was in a state I had never known, suspended between pain and a strange, clean pleasure. Darío positioned himself in front of my face, pulled down his pants, and brought his hard cock to my lips. It was thick, heavy-looking, with a shiny glans.

—Open —he said calmly.

I opened. He slid it in slowly, letting me feel the weight, the smell, the taste. Then he pushed deeper and started fucking my mouth with short thrusts, gripping my hair. I swallowed saliva; it dribbled down my chin; and he kept going, keeping a steady rhythm while Lorena kept flogging my ass.

Beside me, Renata had taken off her pants and put on a harness with a curved black dildo. She lubricated the tip calmly and worked it into Marisa’s cunt until it was all the way in. Marisa screamed against the ropes, a hoarse cry of pleasure, and Renata started fucking her with hard strokes that made the whole bench shake. I could hear my wife’s cunt splashing, the sound of Renata’s hips slamming against her reddened ass, and I could feel Darío’s cock swelling in my mouth in time with the scene.

—Take it all —he ordered, pressing my nape until the tip stabbed my throat.

Between blows, Renata would stop to check how we were doing. She would rest her open palm on the hot marks, ask in a low voice whether we could continue, wait for our “yes, Mistress” before signaling her sister to go on. That cadence—tension, relief, tension again—was what truly undid us. Every time I thought I’d reached my limit, she stepped back and let me fall one rung deeper into myself.

Marisa came tied up, being fucked by the dildo and with two of Lorena’s fingers in her ass. I heard her scream my name between gasps, and I felt my legs shaking with the urge to come too, with Darío’s cock still battering my palate.

***

When dinner time came, they left us tied up.

The three of them sat at the table a few meters away and ate calmly while we remained in that position, offered up, listening to the clink of cutlery and their banal conversation about nothing in particular. Darío’s semen was still sliding from the corner of my mouth, Marisa’s cunt was dripping onto the bench, and they were talking about the weather. The wait was part of the game, and I understood then: they were teaching us to desire, to count the minutes, to depend entirely on their will.

When dinner was over, Renata came over. She ran a hand over Marisa’s back, then over mine, and then down to probe our holes with two fingers slick with oil.

—You’re both new to something —she said softly—. Being fucked in the ass properly. And that has to be handled with care. Not any old way. Slowly.

She nodded to Darío. He got behind Marisa, added more oil to his cock, and stroked the back of her neck. He took his time, waited for her shoulders to loosen and for her to give herself over before starting. He rested the glans against her asshole and pushed in millimeter by millimeter. Marisa moaned, first from tension and then from something else, while he advanced with almost unbearable slowness, sinking it all the way in until his hips hit against her hot ass. Renata never took her eyes off him, watching every reaction from my wife, ready to stop at the slightest wrong sign.

—That’s it —she murmured—. Breathe. Let go. Like that. Now let yourself get your ass fucked like the slut you are.

Darío started moving, withdrawing almost entirely and then driving back in to the hilt, with a measured rhythm that gradually sped up. Marisa screamed with every thrust, a broken, happy cry, and Renata slipped a hand underneath to rub her clit. She came again, with Darío’s cock buried deep in her ass, and he kept going a few minutes more before emptying a long stream inside her that leaked out between her thighs when he pulled back.

I watched it all from my place, tied up, burning, and discovered that seeing her surrender didn’t hurt me: it aroused me in a way I couldn’t explain. My cock was purple, dripping pre-cum onto the leather of the bench.

When my turn came, Darío repeated the same careful treatment with me. Renata crouched until she was at my ear while he opened me with two oiled fingers.

—If you need to stop, you know the word —she whispered—. If not, take a deep breath and let yourself go. You’re going to feel my man’s cock all the way in your ass, and you’re going to like it.

I didn’t use the safeword. I took a deep breath. I felt the thick glans push in, the resistance give way, the burn turn into a deep heat climbing my spine. Darío drove it in to the root and stayed still for a moment, hands on my hips, letting me get used to it. Then he started fucking my ass with the same meticulous patience he’d used with Marisa, and within minutes I was moaning like a dog, pushing my ass back to ask for more.

Renata stood in front of me, spread her cunt with two fingers, and pressed it to my mouth.

—Eat me while you’re being fucked —she ordered.

I slid my tongue between her hot lips, licked her clit, sucked her like my life depended on it. She tasted of sweat and arousal, and above me Darío was thrusting faster, slamming against my ass with sharp blows that made me moan into Renata’s cunt. When she came, she pressed my face against her sex and flooded my mouth with her juices. A second later I came too, without anyone touching my cock, just from the shaft destroying my ass, spattering the bench with jets of semen.

And I let myself be carried to a new place, intense and overwhelming, where the body learns something the mind will take days to understand.

***

The ordeal—if it could even be called that, given how desired it was—went on until the three of them were satisfied and we, spent and trembling, hung from the ropes looser than we had in years, our thighs sticky and our holes burning.

Renata untied us herself, with firm, gentle hands. She rubbed our wrists, gave us water, covered us with a blanket. The implacable Mistress of a little while before was now tending to every detail, and I understood that this contradiction was precisely the heart of it all.

—We’ll continue tomorrow —she said, stroking Marisa’s hair—. There’s still a lot to teach you. Sleep. You’re going to need it.

They settled us together in an adjoining room, on a low mattress, still wearing our collars. Marisa curled up against me in the half-dark. Her skin was hot and her eyes bright, and semen was still dripping from her ass onto her thigh.

—Are you okay? —I asked her very softly.

—Better than okay —she replied, and kissed me slowly, biting my lip—. And you?

I didn’t know how to answer with words. I held her tighter, ran my hand over her wet cunt, slid two fingers in carefully, and stayed there listening to her breathing, thinking about everything we’d kept silent for years and how that night, at last, we had said it out loud without even uttering a full sentence.

And that was only the first few hours of that weekend. What came after deserves its own story.