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… For the sex addict, sexual activity provides an intense, intoxicating euphoria or “high” while lacking any genuine emotional connection, intimacy, or love. It’s a temporary escape. Once the high wears off, the vicious cycle starts all over again. For the addict, the activity is not fulfilling. It has a significant negative impact on his life and often causes a lot of shame and self-loathing…

— Hypersexual Disorder Signs

Author Note. This story continues directly from Chapter 5.

Diane had walked in as who she fervently hoped was Elliott had begun to mount her client in the bathroom of the hotel suite. She stood in the short hallway and watched as a younger, thin and masked woman pressed a vibrating wand into the vaginal folds of her kneeling client – who interestedly enough had her head face down into the toilet.

The male was wearing the black leather hood Betty had begged to be used and nothing else. She really did hope it was Elliott, as he was brutally thrusting his cock into the kneeling woman’s rectum. Diane’s transsexual gurl friend was kneeling on the floor behind the hooded man. She was the only one still dressed however — two of her slim fingers were deep into the ass of the man fucking their client.

The woman with her head in the toilet bowl suddenly cried out, succumbing to an obviously shattering orgasm followed almost immediately by the black hooded male; then the other woman beside her reached down, grabbing the collar Diane had placed around her client’s neck, saying “I think she’s passed out.”

Danielle removed her fingers and sensing someone there turned and saw Diane, who then motioned for the cam session to be ended. Diane quietly said, “Thank you all, we’re saying goodbye.”

Danielle ended the session, prompting the newcomer to continue with “We’re off? Good. Now then folks, let’s get Betty out of… uhm… that uncomfortable position. And then we can all introduce each other?”

Elliott helped Betty move away from the toilet; exhausted, she just slowly slid down onto her side. He motioned to Jane who gave him a couple of towels and he placed those under her head. Danielle touched him on his shoulder, saying “I’ll get that hood off her sir if you please.” Elliott nodded his thanks and moved out of the way.

Jane got behind him and he felt her fingers undoing the laces to the hood he was wearing — it was hot and sweaty; he was looking forward to it being removed. She tugged it off him and he shook his head, welcoming being free of the thing.

“I’ll start. I’m Elliott, Betty’s husband” he said. “And I really need a shower then some clothes. You’re Diane I’m guessing?”

The flame haired woman smiled crookedly, responding with a “Uh huh. And you?” she said pointing to Jane.

“Me Jane. Him Elliott. We fuck” Jane responded snarkily. “And I’d also love a shower too, but the clothes are optional.”

Diane frowned and sighed. “I’m Diane and you’ve met Danielle. We both run a — store — that Betty has been frequenting. This was her idea and to be honest while we counseled her to not go ahead, we were both intrigued by it. So here we are.” She looked around the room noting various puddles on the tile floor, and Betty curled up in a fetal position on her side.

“Danni, run the bath and I’ll get Betty out of that latex.” She pointed to the sybaritic shower and said “While you two clean up.”

She found a dry spot on the tiles and kneeled next to Betty, removing the clamps from the woman’s nipples. Betty weakly cried out as the blood rushed back into one, then quietly mewled as it did her other. “Shhhhh…” Diane soothed and began to unzip, unsnap or unbuckle then peel the skin tight latex off.

Elliott and Jane eagerly entered the shower, and ogling the various heads and controls got the water running; they both agreed on a temp and set the diverter. Water either rained from above or gently sprayed from the walls as the two luxuriated within the tiled stall.

Glad that the water would help muffle things Elliott leaned into Janes ear and quietly said “About Danni”. The petite girl tensed and her face turned mask like. She was clearly bothered by the very pretty Danielle Elliott had realized, and he was glad to have a chance to talk about it.

“Jane, Betty told me about Diane and Danni early on” he continued, soaping her back. “Danielle is, uhm… she’s not a girl Jane. Danni’s a trans.” He felt the lithe girl’s shoulders relax, then convulse. He turned her around thinking Jane was crying, and was surprised to see her laughing.

“Hup… sorry — oh Mr. Elliott. You are a kinky guy!” she got out between chuckles. “She’s just so damned gorgeous and that made me jealous. Well, I’d be beautiful too if I had all the same work done to me.”

Elliott shook his head disapproving and she continued. “Don’t argue facts my very kinky older friend. Now I gotta ask. You never mentioned being bi before; is this something Betty was forcing or…” she left the question dangle as she grabbed another bar bursa bayan eskort of soap and began soaping Elliott’s chest.

“I got curious about it” he confessed. “I found myself watching ladyboy and shemale porn and, well.” Janes hands on his body felt good, he could feel his cock responding. Not getting hard — yet. But displaying his definite interest.

“Regular gay stuff doesn’t do anything for me — Betty did find a selection of sissy shemale porn in my stash, and once she met Diane and Danni, she got all hot and bothered with the idea of watching the two of us.”

“Uhm, uh-huh” Jane said busy washing Elliott’s cock and balls. “Turn around Mr. Elliott” she said and after he did put a hand on his shoulders and added “Bend over a bit too.” She soaped the cheeks of his ass — then his sphincter — then gently pushed her fingers into him, turning them around. “Getting you all squeaky clean for later” she said grinning.

Jane continued to finger Elliott’s ass, saying reflectively “I gotta admit Mr. Elliott — there’s one thing I can agree with your wife about.” She’d found his prostate and began stroking it gently between two fingertips. “I’m fascinated with the idea of watching you sucking off Danni.”

Elliott turned his head, replied “Yeah? Why?” Sure, he was curious but… Well, to be honest he’d never known anyone who was trans so of course the opportunity hadn’t presented itself. Nor — to be honest to himself — had he sought to scratch that particular itch.

“Oh, I dunno. Probably the same reason guys like watching two chicks getting it on” was the response Jane gave him. She removed her fingers then brought her lips to the side of his face. “But lover man — I get to fuck your ass before she does, got it?” She nibbled his earlobe and pressed against his body. “I think we’re clean enough, let’s get out of here.”

Elliott shut off the water and after grabbing a couple of luxuriously thick towels passed one to Jane. “Should I call her lover” he asked himself silently. Girlfriend seemed too juvenile. And what happens next? What about Betty? Right now, go with the flow he decided.

Jane toweled herself off vigorously then stepped out onto the tile floor. She liked being naked, enjoyed other people looking at her. She’d grown into being an exhibitionist, realizing early she had to work harder than the other girls — the prettier girls. She caught Elliott’s wife eyeing her, so she made sure the older woman got a good look at the body her husband had thoroughly ravished the night before.

Betty sat in the bath, feeling numb, exhausted. Diane was quietly talking, gently washing her. The session had been intense, and Betty realized she’d been flying due to the heady cocktail of endorphins her brain had been steadily pumping into her body.

She’d been shaking while on the tiled floor, feeling cold, unable to form words or control her limbs. She felt grateful to Diane, reassured that the woman had experience as a Domme.

She dimly realized her husband was in the shower — with another woman. She was dully surprised it didn’t bother her. She closed her eyes as Diane ran a washcloth over her breasts. Betty vaguely wondered if her body had marks from the flogging she’d received. She hoped so. It was an odd thought; one she’d never had entertained before.

Her husband, in the shower with another woman. Betty considered their marriage. Would it continue? Did it really matter? The familiar depression was beginning to come back. A quiet whisper intruded into her thoughts. An opportunity. Something…

Betty opened her eyes — idly watched a figure get out of the shower. It had to be the woman who’d done such a magnificent job of abusing her. Diane hadn’t removed the hood over her face until her husband and the other woman had entered the shower enclosure — it took all her remaining energy on getting off the floor and into the tub.

Her eyes went wide, and she gasped. With a shock Betty recognized the woman, the girl – the one Elliott spent his weekends helping with renovations. What was her name?

Jane stepped over to the tub and smirked. “Well well, the haughty Betty. Bet you don’t remember my name.” She slowly turned, giving her Mr. Elliott’s wife a good look. “Just so you know, we fucked — oh shit how we fucked — in your bed. Bitch.”

Betty felt her body tremble. This woman had used her — so deliciously. She licked her lips, croaked “Thank you”. Jane stopped and stared. Betty worked her mouth, swallowed. “Yes. Thank you.” She felt exhausted and leaned back, letting the bath warm her.

Damn it! Jane felt a desire to lash out — she pursed her thin lips and turned away, walking back to Elliott. She used her towel to dry his back — murmuring “You hear that? She — thanked me?!?”

Elliot nodded. “We clearly walked into the middle of something Jane” and shrugged. “Let’s give Betty some space to…” he just shook his head and walked out of the bathroom.

Diane felt concern for her client — and friend. “Betty” bursa escort bayan she sat on the edge of the tub and asked “Are you taking anything? Recreationally I mean.” She saw the woman frown, shake her head.

“No.” Betty opened her eyes, she felt more herself. Worn out and tired true, but she was starting to think clearly. “But, and this is between us. I think I’m reacting to a drug — a nose spray. I’ve been, uh… thinking and doing… things.”

“Things like this morning?” Diane shook her head — damn it! This woman was heading for a spectacular crash, and she did not want to be caught up in it.

“Yes.” Betty took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “I’ve been a bitch. A horrible wife.” Betty blinked and a wry smile was on her lips. “Well, I think I need to get out of this tub — thank you so much Diane.” She sat up — good. She felt like herself. “It’s time to face the music, see how much of a mess I’ve created with my marriage.” She grinned. “And I have some ideas on how to fix things — if Elliott will listen.”

Jane had followed her Mr. Elliott from the bathroom and laid behind him on the bed. Danielle must have cleared the various toys and sex props away and sat in a loveseat nearby. She was finishing shutting the cam session down from the laptop.

She smiled at the couple. The scene had definitely aroused her — and perhaps? Watching — Jane wasn’t it? — fondle and touch Betty’s husband wasn’t helping.

“So, Danni” Jane purred, her fingertips tracing lightly over her Mr. Elliott’s body. “Do you and Diane play with others? Or…” She smiled wickedly as her hand traveled down to Elliott’s semi-hard cock. It stiffened in her hand, and God wasn’t that magnificent? A man getting hard just did all sorts of wonders for a girl’s ego.

Danielle delicately cleared her throat. “If Mistress Diane allows it, yes. And, she has lent me to friends on occasion.”

Jane nuzzled Elliott, slowly stroking his erection. “Wouldn’t that be fun Mr. Elliott? An evening with Danni?” She was rewarded with a twitch and a swelling of his organ. “But Danni — Mr. Elliott and I have an agreement. His ass belongs to me — first.” She pressed her body against Elliott, grinding her pelvis against him.

Danielle chuckled, nodding. “While Mistress is busy with her client, shall I entertain you with some tales of our — adventures?”

Betty dried herself off, ran a brush through her hair. She considered putting on make-up but didn’t want to bother. No, better to go completely naked to her, well what? Confession?

She stared at her face in the mirror. The grayness of life was descending on her. She shifted her eyes and saw Diane watching. She smiled at her through the mirror. “Let’s go see what my husband is up to, shall we?”

Betty turned and went through the doorway into the suite. She saw her husband laying in bed with the other woman next to him. Her hand stroking his — cock.

There was a time, not so long ago, she’d never use that word. She could barely bring herself to say penis, or vagina. Now? Cock — she rolled it in her mind, enjoying the feel of the word. Cunt. Another word that just felt delicious.

She stepped in and stopped at the foot of the bed. Danielle had been talking but stopped. All eyes seemed to be on her and it felt uncomfortable. The other woman — ah. Jane. The name finally came to her. Holding her husband so possessively. Well.

Without a word, Betty moved to the side of the bed facing the couple, then slowly went down to her knees. She clasped her hands behind her back. “Husband. I need to make amends. Will you allow me to speak?”

Elliott reclined on his side, leaning on an arm and supported by pillows. Jane was pressing herself against his back, her chin resting on his shoulder. Her hand insolently grasping his member. His wife watched as Jane slowly stroked it.

“Sure” he replied. Confusion flickered on his face. The situation was hovering close to some sort of absurd and cruel comedy. However, he was damned curious as to what his erstwhile wife wanted to say, how she was going to clean up the chaos she’d created. Assuming of course that was her intent.

Diane wanted to roll her eyes and get out. But her Danielle looked to be quite absorbed in the proceedings — and had to have been aroused by what had gone on. Okay she said to herself, we’ll stick around. Then sat next to the elegant Danni.

Betty felt a flood of emotion fill her body once Elliott gave permission for her to continue speaking. She fought the urge to press her thighs tightly against each other — her cunt was wet, her clit throbbing. Her plan had gelled as she’d knelt, and it excited her. “Thank you.” She licked her lips. “I have… sorely neglected my wifely duties. I wasn’t thinking, and I know that now.”

She cast her head down, eyes to the carpet. She quietly continued. “Sir.” Her cunt clenched as she said the word. “I desire to remain your wife. I promise from now on I’ll obey you.” She had to grip her hands hard. She desperately wanted to bring them to her sex and rub and rub and… “I promise to serve and obey any others you wish.” She felt herself tremble. “In any way…” she almost whispered.

Well hell Jane thought. Who would have thought the stuck-up old whore had it in her. She grinned, deliberately cupped her Mr. Elliott’s balls with her hand then whispered in his ear “Ohhhh Daddy… can I have her as my personal fuck toy? I’ll share, I promise. Please? Pretty please?”

The thought of having the haughty Betty as her sex slave sent jolts of pleasure through her body. She gently inserted the tip of her tongue into his ear, then added “I’m not giving you up Daddy… tell the bitch yes.”

Elliott stared at his wife. He sighed. He should tell Jane to get her hands off him, stand up and embrace his wife, telling her it’ll be okay, they’ll be fine. Kiss her fears away and everyone lives happily ever after. It was a stupid Hallmark movie sort of thought, and he knew it.

Just because that was what he should do, it wasn’t going to be what he was going to do. He’d known he didn’t want to divorce Betty — yeah, she’d been a fucking bitch on wheels these last few years but… The past few weeks had been damned interesting. And while he didn’t want a divorce, he also didn’t want to just say thanks for the great ass Jane but you gotta go. He took in a breath and released it slowly.

“Jane comes to live with us — if she wants to. She’ll be your Mistress Betty; you’ll serve both of us. Agreed?” Probably not the usual protocol for the sort of relationship change his wife was negotiating but it’d have to do for now. He grinned. Yeah, he’ll have to grow into the job, but it’ll be fun.

Betty looked up and met her husband’s eyes. This had gone far better than she’d dared dream. Her thighs were soaked from her juices, and she knew her clit had to have been peeking out from her labia. “Yes Sir, of course Sir.” She straightened her spine, pulling her shoulders back. She was offering her tits to her Mistress and — yes. Her Master. Her eyes met Janes.

“Ma’am. I hope…” she couldn’t stop herself. She pressed her thighs together. That only made things worse. She gasped, then continued. “…hope that this morning was only a — a taste of things to come.” Her fingers tightened against each other. She fought the urge to rub herself.

Jane was amused at the older woman’s very obvious arousal. She had considered telling Betty to open her mouth and accept Elliott’s sperm while she gave him a hand job but had another thought. Grinning maliciously, she turned her gaze to Diane. “Hey — got a question.”

Diane found herself bemused by the situation. It really was ludicrous. The mature — and naked — wife kneeling next to her equally naked and unashamedly erect husband. While getting fondled by another woman, also naked — who was the living embodiment of the slang term butterface.

Then the offer — the wife asking to be the sexual servant of both her husband and his younger girlfriend. It made her relationship with Danielle — conservatively traditional. She blinked out of her reverie and turned to Jane. “Uh — sure. What is it?”

Jane’s eyes twinkled. “Can we borrow Danni?” She looked at Betty while she rubbed the tip of her Mr. Elliott’s cock head with a finger. Mmmm…. He was oozing pre-cum. Betty’s eyes were focused on what she was doing. The bitch was in heat. “I want to give a special treat to Daddy.”

“That’s up to Danielle” Diane responded.

Danni turned to look at Diane. Got a nod of approval, then spoke up. “I’d be honored Mistress Jane.” She stood up, automatically running her hands over her dress, patting away wrinkles.

Jane spoke huskily into Elliott’s ear. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she. Was she good at sucking your cock Daddy? You looked like you enjoyed it.”

Elliott’s level of arousal was obviously evident to all in the room. Betty staring at his cock while Jane toyed with it was causing it to throb, the feel of Janes nipples in his back was making him think about fucking her hard and loudly while Betty watched. “Yeah” he replied. He saw Betty shiver. “Too bad the wife had her face covered — she probably would have loved watching.”

“We need to do something about that, don’t you think?” Jane took her hand away from Elliott’s cock, got up from the bed. She got behind Betty and held out the hand she’d been using to stroke the woman’s husband’s cock. “Lick” she commanded. Betty quietly moaned and complied — her tongue lapping the sticky pre-cum off Janes fingers.

Oh FUCK! Betty’s arousal went off the charts as she cleaned her husbands pre-ejaculate off her Mistress’ fingers. She wanted to ask permission to frig her cunt but had the feeling that Jane was up to something. She pressed her thighs together hard instead.

“Good girl. Now stay there.” Jane brushed her hand in Betty’s hair then turned to Danni and walked over to the taller gurl. Shit. She even smelled beautiful. Jane got behind her and smiled over to her Mr. Elliott.

God, he had such a lovely cock. It wasn’t the biggest she’d had — and that was all right. The man knew how to use it. She began to lift the hem of Danni’s dress and saw Elliott’s eyes go to Danni’s legs. “Let’s move closer, shall we?”

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