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Bluuuuuuu! It's nice to see your pretty red head areound after so long time!

Thank you, Blue. couldn't you just picture Bianca rushing past everyone to get to her baby, Yvette?
Dominance without love is just mean.   

Andrea

I think I am ready to start posting this to Literotica.

YES!!!! You are

Although I am posting it to Literotica, unlike "Discovering Andi", I am NOT done with this story. There is a TON of story I still want to tell. So many things need fleshed out and threads explored. Does he leave his wife, does he not leave his wife? Do they get caught?

And here is a bonus, My Vision of Mistress Laura in all her hotness

Hmmmmmmmm......

Perhaps one day, when I'm not writing dissertations, I'd love to write a story like this with the roles swopped (can't think why!).

Yes, I could certainly picture Bianca rushing to protect her baby Yvette, in fact I did, lol!

xx

Blu

still loving it . it has taken me awhile to catch up but you are wonderful and so is your writing.

 A little bit more, So that Literotica is not ahead of you guys. this finishes Chapter 3 for them.

Bianca and Yvette took a shower together. The electrical tape came off gently with soapy water and her Mistress scrubbed her back and gently down the crack of the pale white girl’s ass. Yvette leaned back into her Nubian Queen. So tall was Bianca that Yvette’s head nestled into those chocolate orbs as the water sprayed her torso. Bianca wrapped her arms around the petite white body. She leaned her head down and kissed Yvette’s head.

“Are you OK, sweet baby?” Bianca said softly.

Yvette smiled and hugged the arms that hugged her. Without a stutter she said, “I knew my Mistress would save me.”

“I’m serious, Yvette. You know what I mean.” Bianca said.

Yvette slowly turned facing her lover and wrapped her arms around the tall woman’s neck. “I know what you mean, Momma, and I’m OK. Your baby girl is OK.” She smiled and then stretched up to kiss her chocolate Amazon Goddess.

Bianca took her kiss and her big hands roamed down Yvette’s back, one hand gripping the sweet slave’s ass, then giving it a resounding “Smack”. Yvette just smiled still locked in a kiss. Her Mistress knew her and loved her. She was always safe in this embrace. Yvette cocked a leg and was rubbing against  her Mistress’s thigh. She palmed a big brown tit, moving her hand against the nipple.

Bianca broke the kiss. “We have guests, baby.” She reminded.

Yvette smiled dreamily at her lover. “Then don’t make me moan so loud,” and pressed her lips back to Bianca’s.


Laura drove John home in the morning and made him sit on the couch while she looked at that bump for the hundredth time. She sat on the arm of her sofa, probing through his hair.  It was smaller but still a hard lump.

“Oww, please leave it alone, Mistress.” John said irritated.

Laura tousled his hair. “You were knocked out, Johnny. I want to make sure you are OK…before I give you your present.” She said seductively.

John perked up and forgot about his soar head. “I feel fine, Mistress.” He fibbed.

“Go take a shower, my sweet boy and I’ll get things ready.” She smiled.

John rushed upstairs to the bathroom. He had no idea what they were going to do but he was sure he was going to like it. He tossed off the meager things he was wearing and quickly showered. He thought of soaping up his cock but it was already half hard from the visions going through his imagination. He didn’t want to cum here and then not be able to perform for his waiting Mistress. John toweled off as quickly as he could and then stepped naked into the hallway.

“In here, my good boy.” John heard from Laura’s bedroom.

He walked in the door and Laura stood next to the bed in just the biker vest and her thigh high boots with the tiniest black thong. His eyes were drawn to the cleavage. The leather held her breast tightly together and made a long crevice that then went right in line with the tops “V”. John swallowed, ‘My Mistress is a Goddess’ he thought in wonder of her.

She crooked a finger at him to come to her. “Come here, baby.” She said sweetly and encouragingly.

John moved to her until his cockhead touched her panties. Laura looked down at the evidence of his excitement and smiled at it. She wrapped her arms around her slave and pulled him to her. Gently she nuzzled his ear.

“Do I always excite you like that, my sweet boy?” She whispered.

John’s cock was pressed up between their bellies. “You are a Goddess,” was all he could say.

“Mmm.” She smiled and pulled back then kissed his forehead. “I am going to give you something very special, but first I want my boy to eat.” She kissed him softly. “Are you hungry, Johnny?” she said sultrily.

John nodded and without direction slowly dropped to his knees. He looked up at her adoringly and planted his face between her meaty thighs. His tongue easily ran along the thin material of the thong, pushing it out of the way and holding it with his nose. Laura looked down at her loving boy and gripped his hair for encouragement before spreading wider. In a few months he had become an expert pussy eater. Panties were no obstruction for him. John slid his hands behind her thighs and gripped his Mistress’s round ass, massaging the cheeks as he lapped her sweet juices with his outstretched tongue.


“Go inside, Johnny. Tongue my hole.” She commanded then guided him by his hair.

John loved when she moved him; put him right where she wanted him to be. He could then just concentrate on her aroma, her flavor and the sounds she made that were music to his ears. Laura bent her knees and ground into his face, making his nose mash her clit hard. Laura threw her head back and let her free hand rub across her nipple.

“Get me all wet, good boy.” She said lustfully. “Slurp your Goddess.”

And John did. He made loud noises beneath her. Sucking her lips and folds and at times covering her entire pussy. He wished he had a longer tongue to explore her more deeply. His cock raged between his legs. He wanted to just scoot over and hump her ankle. To rub on any part of his Goddess would have been wonderful as he feed at her juice filled slot. Before he could ask she pulled away from his juice smeared face. Laura was breathing hard and looked flushed.

“Lay on that bed.” She simply commanded and pointed.

John moved like a well trained dog, instantly obeying without question. Laura used John’s own necktie from his neatly folded clothes that he put in the corner Friday night. His eyes were wide but with anticipation, not fear. Laura tied one wrist and put the material through the slatted headboard and then secured the other wrist. She just smiled wide at him as their eyes meet. John’s gaze was locked on her now. Laura played with his lightly haired chest and ran her hand down his belly and then paused as she was about to grip his cock.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” She teased. “My boy still has quite a lump.”

“Please, Mistress.” He said with urgency. He didn’t know what she was going to do, but he wanted it done.

She bent towards him and kissed him sweetly and softly. “My boy earned this.” She smiled and sat back up with a condom now in her right hand. Laura ripped open the package and scooted back to place it over his rigid cock. Slowly, gently she put it on the head and carefully and deliberately rolled it down, watching his face as she handled his dick. John’s eyes were closed, maybe in concentration.

“Don’t cum now, Johnny.” She cautioned.

John was thinking of baseball and running “rats” in Gym class, anything to calm himself. His lump on his head was throbbing and that helped. He watched as his Goddess stepped over and now straddled him, her knees on either side of his belly. His eyes went from her golden hair and slowly down to her sexy thighs and back up again. ‘Was she going to fuck him?’ John couldn’t believe it. Laura reached between her legs and grabbed his cock and sitting back rubbed its head along her wet slit.

“Johnny, are you my good boy?” She asked and rubbed it again along her lips.

John nodded desperately. “Yes, Mistress.” He almost cried.

“You will never get to fuck me, Johnny.” She informed him matter-of-factly. Then her voice softened and she caressed his cheek. “But I will fuck you, my sweet boy.” And she let her hips fall and her wet pussy swallowed his cock and her ass sat on his thighs.

The look on his face was exquisite. He was in such rapture and Laura smiled knowing it was all her. She was his Goddess; his desire was only for her. Slowly she ground back and forth, riding his body and feeling his hard cock shift inside her. She bent down and caressed his face.

“You’re trying not to cum aren’t you baby?”  She asked. John just nodded. “Once you cum it’s all over.” She said teasingly.

She kissed his nose then began riding him in earnest, sliding her pussy up and down his shaft. She unbuttoned the vest and let her nipples rub against his chest. Laura nibbled at his ear as she worked him inside with her muscles. Then sitting back she began to bounce, fucking him in and out of her. She put her hands on his chest and pinched his nipples. Laura marveled at the concentration in his face, but she never meant for it to last this long. Usually she can make him cum so quickly. She bent down again and still rocking back and forth whispered in his ear.

“It’s ok, baby.” She breathed. “This is for you. You’re allowed to cum.”

John started bucking his hips under her, and Laura smiled again at her control of him.

Finally she growled in his ear. “Cum For Me, Johnny!”

And John’s cock erupted on command and he gave a loud cry. His seed exploded into the condom tip. She could feel his cock was like iron and she smacked her pussy up and down on his groin. John arched his back so hard she thought he would hurt himself. But gently he came back down. His breathing was harsh and she thought he was sobbing again. Laura kissed his face tenderly and let her body just lay on him and feel his quivering subside. Then he said something she wasn’t really expecting.

“I love you, Mistress.”

I second that.

This is a great story Momma_Andrea.  Cant wait to read the next installment.

Thanks, you two. Laura is at best my other self. But she has my heart.

I know this is my first post here Momma_Andrea but keep it up love the story line.

Can't wait for the next chapter.

Momma_andrea, I started reading this story and read it to the point you stopped at. All I can say is WOW!!!! If this was in a book form I would not be able to put it down. This story is HOTT I cannot wait to read more.... I hope you add more to it soon. Its so descriptive you can see all of it unfold as a movie is playing in front of you. Its been quite sometime that a story has caught my attention that I couldn't stop reading until I got to a stopping point. Cant wait to read more.... 

Thank you, it unfolds like a movie in my head and I'm trying my best to put it into yours. I am not done with Laura and Johnny but it has been like pulling teeth lately. 
(I have like 3 stories I am poking around with but a friend tells me that is how I should work; get stuck? shift to another one)
But Thanks, feedback is the only "pay" I get.

haha oooh if this was a book I would most def. buy it hehe

John’s wife, dark haired Jill, was getting suspicious, mostly because John didn’t pester her for sex anymore. She reached for him the other night and smoothed his back as he lay away from her and he just wiggled deeper into the covers and fell asleep. She had never been rejected before. John usually jumped at her slightest show of affection, but lately he couldn’t care less, it seemed. Jill turned away and faced the wall, trying to remember the times that her husband didn’t want to. It was a very short list.

On Saturday Jill was ready to go shopping but John was going to stay home. ‘He had been doing that a lot lately too.’ She thought. He never went anywhere with her anymore. He would be at that computer when she came home or not here at all and had sent the kids to her mom’s. ‘Was he having an affair,’ she thought, ‘or just out playing ball with the guys like he said?’ He did look bruised and soar at times but he would be in a good mood; like a guy done playing football with the guys. ‘Jill, you’re being foolish’ she told herself.

Jill looked askance at the PC screen. John was in the shower and had logged off. ‘What would she find?’ she wondered. She clicked his screen icon only to be meet by a password request.

“Damn” she said quietly.

She thought about her husband. He had certain tastes and likes but guessing his password would be impossible. She tried anyway. First the kid’s names, then hers, she even put in “password” hoping he would be that simple.

John came downstairs dressed for his casual Saturday like normal. Jill stood next to the table and his laptop which was still secure.

“Well I’m off.” She informed him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

John sat down as she walked out of the kitchen and typed in his password. “Bye, Jill” He said automatically.

Jill was already rattling words in her head. He typed five characters then an enter stroke, she was sure of it.

John logged on to find a message waiting for him. Laura was asking for a phone call. She would never call him, not even on his cell when he was home. John hurriedly dialed the number on his cell

“Hello, Johnny” Laura answered.

“Good morning, Mistress.” John responded.

“I guess New Years Eve would be impossible?” Laura asked anyway.

John sighed sadly; he would love to be with her that night. “I would think so, my Mistress.”

“I‘ve never been to one.”  She confessed.

“Is it much different than the other monthly meets?” John wondered.

“Bianca tells me there is dancing, and a beauty contests for the slaves. They don’t do any formal demonstrations, but couples may get on stage and do scenes as long as space is available.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress” John was disappointed too.

“Not your fault, sweet boy.” Laura said. “So, does she have plans?”

“I have no idea. I should probably talk to her about it.” John admitted.

Laura was done. She didn't like discussing his wife. “Goodbye, Johnny.”

“Goodbye, Mistress” John waited for her to hang up then closed his phone.


Jill got up for church on Sunday and got in the shower.  As she stepped out she noticed John's phone on the charger under the sink. She knew he was still asleep, but she locked the door anyway. She snatched it up and checked his history.  Someone named Laura called yesterday. Laura called earlier in the week. Laura called last week.

'Maybe Laura was someone at work.' She thought 'Other than yesterday's call, they seemed to come during the workday'  Still Jill was suspicious.  She put down the phone and got dressed.

John left the house to go running. He never did go to church with Jill and the kids. He would be gone for at least an hour. Jill saw it as an opportunity. She shooed the kids out the door. 'they can walk.' she thought. She moved the mouse on the sleeping PC and there was the login screen asking for a password.

“Five characters and and enter stroke.” Jill reminded herself.

S A R A H, she typed their daughters name but it failed. R O G E R, her father's name. She couldn't think of anyone else in her husband's life with a five letter name. Then she remembered Laura. L A U R A, and the screen opened to his desktop. 'Who the HELL is Laura!' She had to know now. Laura was important enough to be his password!

Jill quickly went through John's browser history, looking for anything suspicious and then through his favorites list. Her husband had a few BDSM sites and a theatre in Mansfield that needed a further look. Jill put a hand over her mouth. 'It was a club or something for these...perverts.'

“Oh my God.” She said out loud.

She noticed they meet once a month and Jill did some cross referencing in her brain. 'John went to Detroit that weekend...at least that is what he said. Bastard'

“Calm down, Jill.” She said to herself. “So far it's just sites and pictures.”

She kept looking through his history and then through his files and even did a file search for “Laura”, but found nothing about the woman. She looked back to the open web page about the theatre. They were having a New Years party. Maybe all this was fantasy for John  and she was jumping to conclusions, but still, he was acting odd and she wanted to know why. Jill wondered if she should just confront him, but she had nothing but some web pages and a woman's name, who might be a co-worker. She checked the clock and rushed out to make it to church before the sermon.


That night John was working on sales reports and tabulating his commissions, when Jill walked in and interrupted him.

“Honey,” She started sweetly. “What do you want to do for New Years Eve?”

John didn't look up. “Oh, I don't know. We could go out. We haven't gone out for New Years since the kids came.”

“There's nothing special you want to do?” She was fishing for any clue.

“Hopefully, I won't have to go out of town.” John laid groundwork for being with Laura instead, but it was too much to hope for.

That last statement pricked at Jill's ears. “Going out of town” is the kind of excuse a cheater would use. And he has been out of town, but she just smiled at him.

“That would be a shame.” Jill was going to give him some rope. “But it is your job, I guess I would understand.”

John looked up at her now. “Well, I doubt I would have to.” John got up and gave her a peck on the cheek.


On Wednesday, John was with Laura giving her a pedicure as they watched NCIS. He had told her about the conversation with Jill.

“It's a lot to ask Johnny. And risky; to be gone for a holiday she'll probably want a room number or something to call you at the big stroke of midnight.”

“She'll call my cell and I just won't answer.” John provided. He was more excited about this than his Mistress, who was being the cautious one.

“I don't know.” Laura replied. “ I been thinking about what Bianca said. Someone is gonna get hurt, Johnny.”

John turned from his seat on the floor. “What are you saying, Mistress?” John was apprehensive.

“Something has to change before this all blows up.” Laura was serious.

“You want me to leave her?” John was unsure about any action.

“I'm not gonna tell you what to do in this situation. But do you even love her?” Laura put the elephant in the room, the big question.

John had no answer at that moment.


With New years a few days away, John decided to go for the big lie. It was elaborate and costly, but he wanted to be at that New Years party on the end of Mistress Laura's leash, for him but for her too. He made a room reservation and would actually drive to Indianapolis the day before and check in. Then he would drive back in the morning and crash at Laura's until the evening. He only had to sell Jill.

“You're serious?” Jill sounded incredulous. “How can they do that?” She gave up easily it seemed. “Well, we knew it was a possibility.”

John was so pleased that she was accepting the lie so easily. Still he had to show fake remorse.

He hugged his wife. “I'm so sorry hun. Thanks for understanding though.”

“It's OK.” She said. Now she was suspicious as ever but her mind was working and she was determined to catch him.


John put his plans into motion and Laura was excited to be going to the New Years party. They would show up at their usual ten o'clock. Laura got one of those white collars with black tie like male strippers wear to add to Johnny's slave ensemble just for the occasion.

Jill had no idea where her husband was right now, but she had a strong suspicion that before midnight he would be at a theater in Mansfield. She had gotten her parents to watch the kids with an easy excuse that she was going to surprise John for New Years. 'Oh, she would surprise him, alright.' she thought to herself.


The Theatre seemed more packed than usual but there were streamers and balloons everywhere. John got the familiar 63 put on his arm. Everyone was smiling and milling around and talking. He was looking all over and taking it in until he felt a yank on the leash

“This way, sweet boy.” Laura admonished but she wasn't angry and some people laughed at the wide eyed submissive.

“I'm sorry, Mistress.” John was immediately contrite.

Laura was smiling. “You're acting like it's your first time all over again.”

“Well, it's special, Mistress.” He said.

She stopped and turned to him right in the crowd. “Yes it is, Johnny.” and she kissed him lovingly. “Now, pray for a seat. I had to beg to be let in on such short notice.”


The couches and booths were not facing the stage, but were instead set up in squares facing inward. It was much more a social event with no exhibitions. It was a party. Laura got to be in the same circle with Bianca. With two Dominants to a couch there were eight subs all in the middle like puppies on leashes in the park. Yvette smiled at John but because of her impediment left the introductions to him. John was happy though to meet his brother and sister slaves. They all talked quietly while their Masters or Mistress did the same.

John wasn't the only white collar worker there. In fact most of them were well educated. He made the effort to stop and speak directly to Yvette once in a while to keep her in the conversation. She was his friend, she was his first sister. Bianca had dressed her beloved Yvette in a frilly black tulle skirt with a red and black bodice and fishnet stockings to finish it off, instead of her normal black panties and electrical tape. She still wore the thick black utilitarian collar. John got the sense that a jeweled choker or something similar would be scoffed at by Yvette.


Jill, dressed in blue jeans, boots and her black pea coat,crossed the street and came in with the last of the crowd. She saw the reception table and ducked to the side. 'The perverts take reservations, great!' She thought to herself. She saw a closet near her. 'Maybe I can wait them out.' and she ducked inside.

Once the lobby was empty it got quiet and Jill looked out. The husky men were checking a list.

“That's it?” the first one said.

“Everyone is here.” the second big hairy guy responded.

The first smiled. “Nice turn out. Go lock the door and we can go upstairs, baby bear.” he said seductively.

“OK, Daddy Bear.” said the second man sweetly to his obvious lover.

Jill saw a huge smile on his face as he did go lock the front doors. The thought of  them together was making her sick, but she had to stay silent until they had gone.

“Can we use the swing?” 'baby bear' said excitedly as his big ass bounced passed the closet back toward his lover.

“After I eat that sweet hole.” Said Daddy Bear vulgarly.

Jill just shook her head and tried to let the words pass by her mind. 'They'll be gone soon. They'll be gone soon.' she kept saying in her mind. Finally she stepped from the closet and moved up the lobby.  There was no one to challenge her now. She looked to the stairs that the big gay men just went up and then to the theater doors, where she heard music and people. 'That's where he is!' she said almost aloud. She wasn't sure what she would do if he was in there. A big part of her hoped she was wrong. But she knew she wasn't.

It was dim in the theater, with many colored lights. Jill was looking all over and her eyes would land on some scantily clad person, usually attached to a leash, some chains, some leather. She herself was getting looks but she ignored them and walked to the bar. Anger was making her bold.

“You!” she barked at the bartender and looked at him with steel eyes.

“Yes, M'Lady. Can I help you?” The bartender assumed she was a Domme and not just a furious wife.

“John” she remembered the woman's name. “and Laura, are they here?”

“Oh, those two, yes, I saw them. Couldn't tell you where they are though m'Lady.”

“Thank you.” Jill replied simply

She had liked the respect he had shown her. Usually she would have walked off once she got what she needed. Now she would have to search the room. 'That Bastard was in here, somewhere.' she thought. She wasn't sure what to do about  this “Laura”. Maybe she didn't know John was married, but John KNEW John was married. The more she thought of it the angrier she got. There was no sadness in her, she was furious.

Jill walked down the isles,disgusted by what she saw. The slaves would get out of her way and the others would nod at her as if equals. She decided she may as well use that.

“Laura and John, have you seen them?” She would ask. She was getting “no”s or they would say they didn't know them, until finally...

“They are over there, Mistress.” the man pointed, but his eyes were at her shoes.

Jill strode off without a word into the mix of booths, couches and love seats and she saw him. He was on the floor, with no shirt and some ridiculous thing on his waist and one of those leashes. Jill had read the web sites and seen the others here. Her husband was a submissive? She shook her head slowly and looked at him with even more disdain. It was crowded in there but she charged in anyway and bending down SMACKED his surprised face with all the strength she had.

“YOU BASTARD!” She yelled and smacked him again as he was trying to get up.

Laura tried to get to her feet to maybe stop it or get between them but Bianca forcefully put a hand on her shoulder pulling her back down  and shook her head and mouthed “NO” when Laura looked at her in shock. All the subs had scooted to the side or out of the center entirely.

“Jill, please...” he began

“LET YOU EXPLAIN THIS? NOT NECCESARY!” She screamed down at him and then looked to Laura “You can have the worthless cheating PIG!”

Jill gave a final kick with her boot and caught John right in his groin and then turned and stormed out. She was given a wide berth and the isles cleared for her.


p.s. Sorry there is no sex in this part, but he had to get caught sometime. I debated a catfight and my friend Christy will be disappointed that there isn't one. But I wanted Jill to walk out of there with all Dignity. Her honor is intact.