Gladys stood on Chrissy’s porch, her eyes red and puffy from crying, her usually impeccable hair disheveled. Chrissy, noticing her friend’s distress, immediately opened the door. “Gladys, Babe, what’s wrong?” she asked, concern etched on her face.
Gladys swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. “It’s Glenn,” she choked out. “He… he cheated on me with the receptionist at his office.”
Chrissy’s expression hardened. “That bastard. Well, he’s going to pay for this, and you’re going to help me make him.”
Gladys nodded, a determined glint in her eye. “I want him to hurt like he’s made me hurt.”
Chrissy smiled, a predatory gleam in her own eyes. “Oh, I can make that happen, dear. In fact, I’ve got just the tools for the job.”
She disappeared into her house, emerging a few moments later with a leather restraint set, a crop, and a Big Silicone Dildo. “These should do the trick. Now, let’s get your husband set up.”
Back at Gladys’s house, Glenn sat on the living room couch, looking utterly defeated. His wife and her fierce, dominant neighbor loomed over him, a chilling spectacle.
“Glenn, you’ve been a very bad boy,” Chrissy said, her voice low and menacing. “And now, you’re going to learn what it means to cross a woman like Gladys.”
Gladys nodded in agreement, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and determination. “You’re going to watch me get fucked by someone who actually appreciates me, and then you’re going to service me yourself.”
Glenn paled, but he knew better than to argue with Chrissy. He had brought this upon himself, after all.
Chrissy turned to Gladys. “I’ll get the boys ready. Why don’t you go change into something more… fitting for tonight’s activities?”
Gladys nodded, disappearing upstairs to her bedroom. When she returned, she was wearing a black latex catsuit, her nipples and pussy visible through the material. Chrissy whistled approvingly.
“Doesn’t she look amazing, Glenn? Tell her! Now, let’s get you ready for your guests.”
With Chrissy’s guidance, Gladys bound Glenn to the chair in the bedroom. Then she helped gladys lay up against the headboard, her legs spread wide. Two of Chrissy’s younger lovers, both in their early twenties, entered the room. They eyed Gladys hungrily, their cocks already hardening in their pants.
“This is quite the impressive sight,” one of the men remarked, eyeing Gladys’s latex-clad figure. “I can’t wait to taste her.”
Chrissy chuckled, pleased with the reaction. “Well, you’ll have to earn that privilege. Glenn, since you’ve clearly demonstrated your lack of imagination in the bedroom, it’s time for you to learn how to properly worship a woman’s pussy.”
Glenn’s face flushed with shame and arousal as he watched his wife being thoroughly pleasured by the two young men. Chrissy pushed his face close for him to witness their technique. They licked and sucked at her exposed slit, their tongues expertly probing her clitoris. Chrissy demonstrated various techniques, teaching Gladys how to manually stimulate her own orgasm.
As Gladys approached her peak, Chrissy turned to Glenn. “It’s time for you to show your appreciation, dear. Start by cleaning up her cum-soaked pussy with your tongue.”
Glenn’s cheeks burned as he leaned in, his tongue tentative as it touched the sensitive flesh. Gladys groaned in delight, pushing her pussy into his face. “That’s it, husband. Lick it, suck it, make me cum all over your face.”
As Gladys climaxed, Glenn drank in her arousal like a man dying of thirst. When she finally collapsed back onto the bed, he waited patiently for instructions.
“Now, it’s time for you to service one of my boys,” Chrissy said, pushing her younger lover towards Glenn. “Start by sucking his cock, then take turns fucking each other until you’re both spent.”
Glenn nodded, his eyes glazed over with a mix of shame and desire. He took the man’s erection into his mouth, his technique clumsy but eager. The young man moaned in pleasure, guiding Glenn’s movements.
As the two men exchanged blows, Chrissy watched with a satisfied smile. “That’s it, Glenn. Learn to give and receive like a true submissive. And remember, you’re only worthy of pleasing Gladys and my boys now.”
When they finally finished, Glenn lay panting on the bed, a mixture of cum and sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. He looked up at Gladys, his eyes filled with a newfound respect and gratitude.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
Gladys smiled, her dominance still evident. “You’d better, husband. But for now, let’s just rest and enjoy the aftermath of a well-deserved punishment.”
Chrissy nodded in agreement, pulling her lover close. “Indeed. It’s a lovely sight to see a man placed in his proper submissive role.”
As the two couples basked in the afterglow, the atmosphere in the room was heavy with a mix of BDSM dynamics, forgiveness, and renewed passion. Gladys and Glenn’s marriage may have been damaged, but with Chrissy’s expert guidance, they were well on their way to rebuilding it on a foundation of mutual respect, trust, and carnal devotion.