Jennifer’s Plaything (Part 2: Shame and Betra

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Jennifer’s Plaything (Part 2: Shame and Betra***This story contains female domination aka femdom, sissyfication, etc.***(Two weeks later…)God, it’s hot. I opened my mailbox: junk mail…nothing but junk mail.”Junk mail,” a voice parroted my thoughts. I looked up…Heather. Iglanced around. I could have sworn there was no one near the mailboxeswhen I walked up. She was wearing what I jokingly referred to as her’housewife clothes:’ a baggy sweatshirt with a wide neck and short jeanshorts. Her feet, as always, were bare. As far as I could tell, whenshe wasn’t hanging out with my wife she was lounging around in thisoutfit eating bon-bons and watching Oprah. I assumed her youth (24years old) was the only thing keeping her body from succumbing to hersedentary lifestyle. It was nice, by the way…her body. She didn’thave the curve of Jennifer’s hips and ass, or her strong sexy legs, butthere was something about her. Her body was lean, lithe, and youthful.If Jennifer was the athletic, bouncy cheerleader, then Heather was thetrouble-making schoolgirl that flirted with her teachers and hidcigarettes in the bathroom.”Nothing but junk mail,” she continued, “…wait, here’s a bill, yaaay.”I half-smiled; she had a dry sense of humor like mine.”Hey, could be worse,” I offered, “could be no mail at all. At leastthis way we know that there’s someone out there who loves us. In thiscase it’s…” I flipped over the top piece of mail, “United SelfStorage…look: ‘First month for ten dollars.’ I love you too, UnitedSelf Storage.”She put her hand on my arm and laughed.”Oh, Nick.” She was looking me in the eye, and there was an awkwardmoment of silence with her face two feet from mine before she turned togo. “I’ll see you around, laugh-factory.””Bye, Heather” I watched her go. Those long, young, naked legs andbare feet made the caveman in me want to spread my seed. I shook myhead; I would never let Jennifer talk to someone the way Heather talksto me. I locked my mailbox and climbed the stairs to my second storyone-bedroom.I crossed the threshold from summer-sun baked reality to my cool darkescape capsule. Safe behind the double-locked door, my eyes adjusted tothe living room. The hood light above the stove illuminated a pair ofsimmering pots, and the rich smell of a roast wafted from the ovenbelow. I dropped the pile of junk mail into the trashcan and let my bagfall to the floor with a thunk.Jennifer called from the bathroom down the hall, “Hi, honey…how waswork?” She must have just finished her post-gym shower (spinning class,I think). A layer of steam was drifting from the bathroom and rollingalong the hallway ceiling. I felt a weight in my gut at the sight ofit, and my thoughts flashed to a steamy, soapy shower taken two weeksago. I closed my eyes and swallowed the knot away. Was the airconditioning on? I felt a little flushed and loosened my tie.Jennifer peeked her head out from the bathroom, her hair was done andshe was putting the back onto an earring. What was she getting readyfor? I sensed that our Thursday night routine of sweats and televisionwas threatened.”Nick…honey… How was work?” I heard the question finally and thetension of two-hundred computer users came rushing back.”Blah…it’s not worth mentioning.” I flopped down on the couch with astress-releasing exhale that started deep in my gut. “I’m just ready tosit down in front of the boob-tube and enjoy some mindless must-see-tv.””Oh, Nick, I’m sorry, Heather’s coming over tonight.” She peeked outagain with an apologetic grimace, a mascara brush in her hand. “I’m sosorry I didn’t mention it when I called you at lunch, sweetie.”Exasperated, I dropped my head back into the pillows and rolled my eyesat the ceiling.”Not tonight, Jenn. Did you already invite her?””Yes, she called this morning. Andy’s out of town for the next fewnights and I told her she could come over for dinner and maybe a movie.”She stuck her lower lip out at me sympathetically, “Oh, pumpkin, I knowyou worked hard all day. I’ll make sure we stay out of your way afterdinner. Maybe you can play your computer games while we watch a girliemovie.” She disappeared back into the bathroom.Makeup? For Heather? Jennifer rarely wore makeup…sure she took careof herself (her corner of the shower looked like a Bath and Bodyworksdisplay), but she rarely left the house with more than lotion on herskin and sunscreen on her face. She was a natural beauty, and that washer style. She didn’t need to rely on makeup with her perfect, softskin, gorgeous eyes, and that amazing nuclear-powered smile that couldinspire feats of heroism. She’d get made up for special occasions, likea nice dinner out, or our anniversary, but not for an evening visit fromour neighbor.”How long until she comes over?” I wondered up at the ceiling.”I told her she should show up around seven.” I glanced at my watch:six thirty-four. Ugh…no cave-time for me it seemed. With greateffort I pulled myself into a standing position and made my way to thebathroom. Jennifer was brushing some blush across her cheeks. Iglanced over her shoulder at myself in the mirror; I made a goofy facelike I was going to be sick. She smiled then gave me another sympathypout.She was wearing a cotton blouse and a light skirt that came down to justbelow her knees. She was bending forward slightly to get her face closeto the mirror, and her ass was just inches from my crotch. The lightmaterial of her skirt d****d down between her round curves, and my limpcock twitched slightly in my pants at the sight. The all too familiarfragrance of her body wash was still fresh in the steamy air; the smelland the moist heat were too much, and my mind flashed to the shower,Jennifer’s soapy ass sliding up and down the length of my cock.I suddenly felt slightly claustrophobic as the weight returned to mygut. I felt pin-pricks of perspiration on my forehead, and realized Iwanted out of the bathroom. She glanced at me and misinterpreted myexpression.”You look fine, babe, just lose the tie.” I stepped sideways out intothe relatively cool, fresh air in the hallway and took some deeprelaxing breaths to slow my thumping heart.”You should turn on the fan when you shower…then it won’t get so hotand sticky in there.” I offered as I pulled the knot from my collar andadjusted my now semi-erect cock so that it would have a chance torecover.”Oh, sorry,” and she flipped the switch starting the motor with a hum.”Though, you usually seem to like things that are hot and sticky.””Ha, ha…very funny.” I was feeling unusually uncomfortable with thiskind of talk. I normally enjoyed our flirty rapport, but for the lastcouple weeks for some reason it made me feel…a little off.”Oh, Nick; I was just joking.” She flipped the light off and walked outtowards the kitchen. Her skirt was swinging like a bell hung on herswaying ass as she went. Whether consciously or not: she knew what shewas doing.”Sorry, Jenn…I just need to unwind.” I watched her work the kitchenwith domestic grace like the southern girl that she is, her golden hairspilling down as she bent to check the roast. “Why so formal, tonight?”I asked.”Oh, it’s no big deal, I just thought we’d do something a little nicer.It’s not a black-tie affair or anything, I’m just making some prime rib.Would you set the table, please?” Before I could reply, the doorbellrang.”I’ll get that,” I answered. It was Heather. She had cleaned up wellin the half-hour since I saw her. She was wearing a snugly fit v-necksweater and jeans…nice designer-looking jeans it appeared on secondglance. “Look at you,” I quipped, “You’re actually wearing shoes.” Thehem of her jeans hid all but the painted toes of her wedge sandals. Sheshoved a bottle of wine into my stomach and brushed right in past me.”…and you without a tie, Nick, I’m flabbergasted.” She sat down onthe couch with a sense of poise I’d rarely, if ever, seen from her andstarted flipping through a magazine that was sitting on the coffeetable. I was still holding the doorknob.”Oh, well, do please, come in and make yourself at home, neighbor,” Ifired back and shut the door.”Hardy-har-har, Nick; I spend more time in here than you do with thehours you work.” She looked great, and the sweater made me realize forthe first time that her usual baggy sweatshirt hid the fact that she hadgreat tits. They were good sized but not too big, they just had areally nice shape to them. Maybe this was the first time I was seeingher wearing a bra. I couldn’t make out any signs of shoulder straps but-Oh, shit.She was watching me over the magazine. How long had I been staring ather breasts? I felt my face go red-hot and looked up at Jennifer. Shewas at the stove, her back turned, thank god. A smile slowly creptacross Heather’s face.”Jesus, Nick,” she said, “maybe I should let your wife borrow thesweater.” I was staring at her feet and my mouth was agape inpreparation for the apology I knew should come but couldn’t make.”What was that?” Jennifer asked over the gurgle of boiling water, herback still turned. I was frozen like a deer. Heather stood and slowlywalked towards me. I was still staring at her canlı bahis manicured feet, but in myperipheral vision I could sense her exuding sexuality as she swaggeredover. Time stood still as she reached a slender hand out for me and…She snatched the bottle of wine out of my hand.”I was just telling Nick that he should crack open this wine before itgoes bad.” She was still standing in front of me, and I could tell shewas looking into my eyes even though I was now staring at her beltbuckle. I glanced up.”Sorry, Heather,” I mumbled. She rolled her eyes and turned towards thekitchen. Even humbled as I was, I couldn’t help but risk a look at herdenim-clad ass as she brought the bottle into the kitchen. I love theway a woman’s ass moves inside a pair of tight jeans, and my eyes werestill glued to Heather’s when she got to the kitchen counter and bentover to get the corkscrew out of the bottom drawer, and they were STILLglued when Heather looked back at me from under her arm with a widesmile on her face. Caught again.God damnit!Shaking my captive eyes free I made a beeline for the bathroom. I shutthe door and ran the faucet, splashing my face with cold water.”You fucking idiot. What the hell is your problem?” I chastised at myreflection. Glancing down I saw that an erection was tenting my khakis.I looked back up at myself incredulously. “Are you fucking k**ding me?Tell me she didn’t notice that.” I shook my head in disbelief and shutoff the water. Then I took a deep breath and willed my cock down beforeopening the door again a couple minutes later.Heather was already sitting at the table as Jennifer brought dishes offood from the kitchen. I guess Heather was done giving me a hard timebecause the dinner went without a hitch.”Leave the dishes,” Jennifer insisted, “I’ll get them later.” Shelooked at me, “You’ve been a real trooper, Nick, why don’t you get someprivate time for yourself. Heather and I are just going to watch girliemovies for the rest of the night anyway.”Heather, gave me a look, “Unless you want to watch with us,” she smiled.”No thanks,” I answered, “I’ve had my fill of Jane Austen movies for themonth.”The girls each took their glasses and a fresh bottle to the couch as Imade my way down the hallway to the bedroom. Once the door was closed Ilet out a sigh and released a knot that I didn’t realize I was holdingin my chest since getting busted by Heather for ogling her.I sat down at the computer desk and logged in, and within minutes I wasonline shooting my simulated AK-47 at 13-year-olds halfway across thecountry.Every once in a while I heard the girls in the other room laughing…notthe refined giggling of women sipping afternoon tea but late-night,punchy, drunken laughter. I had no perception of time passing, butbefore I knew it the doorknob was turning.”Knock knock,” Heather said as she cracked the door open. She saw me atthe computer and came over to stand behind me; she sipped on a half-empty glass of red wine.”Where’s Jennifer?” I asked, still eyeing the game.”Asleep on the couch…or passed-out on the couch to be precise. Thatlittle cheerleader of yours can’t hold her liquor.” She reached aroundme to set the glass on the desk next to my keyboard. As she did one ofher soft, sweater-bound breasts slid heavily across the top of myshoulder.My cock twitched and I was immediately unable to concentrate. I quicklylogged off and stood.”I’m being a bad host, let me walk you out,” I said as I moved past herand through the door.She caught up with me in the short hallway and grabbed my arm turning metowards her. Even with my back close to the wall behind me we were in atight spot. The wall fixture over my head was turned off so we were ina dark section across from the bathroom door. She moved in close and Icould smell her perfume.”Nick, I know you want me,” she breathed. She reached down and put herhand against my cock, “and I want you to want me.” I grabbed her wristand started to move away but she just pressed her hand against me as Ibacked up against the wall. Out of room, I was up on my toes grippingher wrist tightly.”Heather wait, you know we can’t -” I looked towards the living room; mywife stirred slightly.”Shhhhhhh,” she interrupted and started to slowly rub the length of mycock with the palm of her hand. My member quickly swelled, strainingagainst my pants and Heather’s pressure. I started to close my eyes asother senses started to take over and my breathing started to getshallow.”Uh…oh…Heather, stop…Jennifer will…oh” I protested. In a featof Herculean effort I tried to pull her hand off my cock but could onlylessen the pressure slightly. I glanced over at my sleeping wife, thengave Heather a look and tried a serious tone,”Heather, I…I can’t do this.” She looked right back and kept herrhythm. My look had come across more lust-hungry than serious.”Okay, Nick…I’ll stop,” she said as she did the exact opposite andcontinued rubbing me. “But only on one condition.” My cock was pokingthrough the fly of my boxers and tenting my pants. A wet spot wasforming just below my belt buckle where pre-cum was leaking from myswollen tip.”Uh…Ahhhnything…anything, just please…” My eyes started closingagain, and my protests were getting breathy and weak.”Take off your shirt.” The pre-cum was really soaking through now, andHeather’s rubbing was beginning to spread it down the front of my fly.”Wh…uhh…what?””Your shirt – I want to see your chest. Take off your shirt and this isas far as it goes. No one has to know.” In my state, her strangerequest seemed logical. I didn’t say a word, I just pulled my shirt andundershirt out of my pants and started lifting them over my head. Thankgod she would finally put a stop to this.Before the shirts were completely off, Heather grabbed them between myarms and hooked them over the wall fixture above my head.”W-wait…whuh…what are-” she put her finger against my lips.”Shhhhhh, just relax, Nikki…Mommy’s taking over.”Her words sent waves through my body. I was immediately reminded of myshower with Jennifer. My crotch was now sloppy slick with copiousemissions, and Heather’s hand was slowly slip-sliding up and down withease.”Mmmmm,” she hummed, “Jenn’s honey-bun is all wet, isn’t he?” Sheunbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly, dropping my pants to the flooraround my ankles. My erection bobbed free, sticking shamefully out ofmy boxers.”I asked you a question, Nikki.” As she talked she gently ran herfingernails along the underside of my exposed cock. Her touch waselectric.My head was swimming; I couldn’t remember what the question was, and shelost her patience.”Listen, princess,” she whispered in my ear, “I’m not your sweet,adoring wife, Jennifer; I’m not going to dote on you like somecheerleader, Donna Reed homemaker.” She spoke in a soothing tone andwas still running her nails softly up and down my member, but her changein mood made the tender caress suddenly seem a little menacing.She gripped my open fly from the sides and suddenly yanked apart rippingmy boxers wide open. They hung in tatters from my hips. She lookedthrough the bathroom and brought out a pair of scissors. Two quicksnips of my waistband and I was naked and exposed from wrists to ankles.She held the boxers in one hand at her side and with the other shereached up and firmly gripped my shaft. The warm, full contact of hersmall, soft hand was melting my insides.”Ohhhh,” I moaned as I slumped against the wall, hanging from my wrists.The light fixture over my head creaked with the strain, but held. Iwaited for the inevitable stroking of my cock, but it didn’t come. Sheapplied an easy, steady pressure, and after a minute I started tosquirm.”Unnngh,” I whined as I tried to thrust my cock into her soft, warmgrip, but she just moved her hand with me. I opened my eyes to pleadwith her and saw that she was smiling at me in disbelief.”Oh, Nikki, Nikki…what am I going to do with you?”Under heavy eyelids I glanced at my wife. She was still passed out, butshe rolled her reclining head in my direction. Her gorgeous faceresting on the back of the couch, her eyes thankfully closed. Heathernoticed my stare.”What’s wrong, Nick? Worried your happy home-maker will see you likethis?” She slowly eased her hand down my throbbing shaft to squeezearound the base.”Mmmmmm,” the moan that escaped my lips was involuntary. She leanedcloser and spit on the tip of my cock then slid her hand back up to thetip and started a slow, steady rhythm.”Ooooohh,” I cooed as I closed my eyes and rocked my head back againstthe wall between my bound arms.”This is how you like it, isn’t it, Nick? Nice and slow at first.That’s what she told me.” What did she mean? My mouth hung open and Iwas starting to pant. “Jennifer and I share everything,” she smirked,”and when she told me that you two had some fun in the shower I made hertell me every detail.”What? She knew? I was breathing heavy and caught the sight of hersmirking face.She knew.She looked over her shoulder at Jennifer, only a few feet away.”What would she think of her big, strong man now? The man of thehouse…her lord and master strung up like a bahis siteleri damsel in distress.”Jennifer HAD told her everything; Heather spoke, and my wife’s wordscame out of her mouth.”Huh, Nikki? What would she think? She’s already looking this way.All she has to do is open those pretty eyes; it’s not like you could runand hide,” her strokes were steadily picking up pace, and I startedpushing my cock into her fist with every thrust”What a sight she’d see: you, her protector…helpless, bound, tied tothe hall light…pants down around your ankles, and me, her best friend,holding your hard cock as you thrust into my grip…’helpless as aschoolgirl’…That’s what Jennifer says, right?” I was rocking my hipshard and fast into her slippery grip, a breathy moan escaping my partedlips with every stroke.”Uh…uh…uh…uh…” I was starting to get noisy, and Heather shovedthe ripped boxers into my mouth. I turned my head to the side in shameat my involuntary whimpering, but naked, gagged, tied, and exposed therewas nowhere to hide. Soon enough I was moaning again, but the boxershad changed my sighs to quiet little squeaks from the back of my throat,”Nngh…nngh…nngh…nngh.””I don’t know how you ever scored a gorgeous piece of ass like Jennifer;she thinks her strong provider of a man would never let anything happento her, but I could go over there and take advantage of that sexy wifeof yours, and there’s nothing you could do about it. You’d just have tohang helpless from the wall with your pants around your ankles and yourlittle prick poking uselessly in the air.””Nngh…nngh…nngh,” I moaned as she continued to stroke me at amaddeningly steady pace. I could feel the beginnings of a buildingpressure as I approached the homestretch to orgasm, and drool wasbeginning to form at the corner of my slack, boxer-gagged mouth.”In fact,” she added, “that makes me want to do something naughty,” andwith that, her hand was suddenly gone as she took a step back. I was ina tortured panic with my cock thrusting wildly in the air.”Nnnnnnnngh,” I whined like a spoiled princess into my wadded boxers; mybrow knotting needily over a set of desperately begging eyes.”What is it, sweetie? You want more?” she asked with nurturing concernin her voice.”Nnnnn-Hnnnngh,” was all I could manage as I nodded my head frantically.My ass still flexed rhythmically, pushing that steel-hard rod into theair.”Oh, you do, do you? Oh, poor Nikki…how bad do you want it?” as shespoke she glanced at Jennifer and then gave me a scheming look. I wasdesperate and confused…what did she mean? God, oh, God, why won’t shecome back and grab my cock?”I’ll tell you what, naughty little Nikki, I’ll make you a deal.” Awarning light went off in my head, but it was drowned out by an innermonologue fueled by base desire: please, please, please, oh, fuck,please, touch me, oh, God, Heather, touch me, oh please.”If you ask me to leave, I’ll go right now. You can untangle yourselfand no one will be the wiser. Most rational wives would absolutely callwhat’s happened so far ‘cheating,’ but she doesn’t know, and maybe youcan take a little comfort in the fact that we didn’t fuck. Hell, I onlytouched you with my hand, and you didn’t cum …not yet at least.”I was squirming my hips in circles as a string of lubricant oozed frommy neglected, swollen tip and started swinging back and forth between myknees in time with my gyrations.”But… if I stay, I’m going to have a little fun with your wife.” Mythrusting calmed down a notch, “But, even more than that: you’ve got toask me to do it.”I have to ask her to do it? To “have fun” with my wife? Or she leaves?I looked at Jennifer. Asleep on the couch – she looked like an angel;the top button of her blouse was unbuttoned, and the hint of a whitelacy bra was just barely visible along the edge of her open neckline.Untouched by sun, her soft ivory breasts rose with each slow, deepbreath. Her honey-golden hair was splayed out on the pillow like aflower. My wife.”Well, Nikki?” Heather broke my trance. My body had finally settledinto stillness except for my engorged cock which twitched with each beatof my heart; the string of pre-cum hanging from my tip had reached thefloor.She slid her hand up the inside of my thigh and gently held my balls inher warm hand. She slowly caressed them like Chinese meditation balls,and I started to subtly rock my pelvis again as she moved in close towhisper in my ear. Her face was inches from mine and I could feel herbreath on my cheek.”The next thing I’m going to do is take your underwear out of yourmouth. After that happens I’m going to pick up my purse and walk outthe front door unless I hear something very specific from you.” Shebegan to make light little circles on the tip of my cock with her otherindex finger, smearing the slick fluid.”If you can’t convince me to stay then I’m gone…and don’t beat aroundthe bush, sweetie; if you make me too mad I’ll leave you strung up withthe door wide open on my way out.” She pulled back to look me in theeye, “Understand?”I nodded, and she ran her slick hand down on my shaft again, and Ishuddered in relief. With her other hand she pulled the boxers out ofmy mouth and dropped them on the floor. Except for her hand, she wasperfectly still, looking straight at me.I was already panting again…I’d be moaning soon without the gag. Iknew what she wanted to hear, and I couldn’t screw this up.”H-Heather…” my voice sounded far away, as if coming from someoneelse, “Heather, please…”She raised her eyebrows expectantly…silently waiting. She wasn’tgoing to help me with this.”Heather, please don’t stop…please.” She stopped moving herhand…paused a beat then let go of me as she bent to pick up her purse.”Oh God, Heather, please, wait.” She shouldered the purse and stoppedfor a second to shoot me a look off disappointment.”Heather, I’ll do anything.” That brought a smirk of contempt and sheturned to walk towards the door. I glanced at my wife and back atHeather as she moved across the living room. I was in a panic.”Heather, wait…” I hesitated a moment, and so did she. “Wait…mywife.” Heather turned. I looked down at Jennifer. “Take my wife.Take her.” Heather had a look like she wasn’t sure if I was beingsincere.”Please, Heather, take her…do what you want with her. Just…just…””Just what, Nikki?” she mocked, “Just milk your load out? Is that it?Is that what you’re telling me?”Heather dropped her purse and walked over to Jennifer. “Are you sureabout this, Nikki?””Yesss, please Heather, she’s yours …please.” Heather knelt in frontof my wife and put her hands on the outsides of her bare calves. Shestarted to slide them up Jennifer’s legs but stopped just short of thehem of her skirt below her knee.”I don’t know, Nikki, maybe I should just go.” God, she was cruel, “Areyou sure what I’m doing right now is okay?” She froze waiting.”God, Heather, please…”Heather slid her hands up past my wife’s kneeslightly running her fingers along the soft skin of the outside of herthighs. Her skirt was sliding up as Heather’s wrists pushed the hemhigher. At last, Heather had her hands on my wife’s hips. Jennifer’seyes were closed, but she was facing right towards me as she started tobreathe a little shallower. Her breasts were beginning to heave fromthe lusty breathing as Heather gave Jennifer’s hips a gentle squeeze.From under the hem of her skirt I could just make out the edge of herhigh-cut white lace underwear. Heather slid her hands around the curveof my wife’s hips to her lace-pantied behind. I noticed Jennifer’s backarching a tiny bit to press herself into Heather’s hands which were nowkneading my wife’s perfect ass. Heather looked hungrily up at me andhooked her fingers around the waistband of the panties and pulled themdown and out from under her ass. As Heather slid the panties downJennifer’s smooth legs, my wife…my sweet sleeping angel…my innocent,vulnerable bride parted her pink lips and sighed a quiet little sigh ofwomanly pleasure – pleasure from the touch of another woman.Heather slipped the panties off her feet one at a time, and left herskirt bunched up around her waist so I could see the smooth skin of herexposed ass, hips, and legs. Heather stood up and walked over to mewith the panties in her hand.”You disgust me,” she scowled. “You’d ransom your own faithful wife forwhat? In the hope I finish your handjob? Just so you can shoot yourcum on the floor? Is that it?” I opened my mouth to speak, but found Iwas speechless, and she shoved the panties right in. “I don’t want tohear it, Nikki. You want me to do this? Fine, but we’re doing this myway…or more correctly, her way.”She grabbed my hard, slippery cock and started stroking the full lengthof my shaft, from a firm grip around the base, up to a gentle caress ofher fingers on my tip and back down again quickly. Once again, my worldrevolved around my own cock and the pleasures that emanated from it byway of a single, slender hand. My eyes drifted shut. Heather added asubtle twist in her motion, and soon I felt the pressure start to slowlyrise like mercury in a meat thermometer.”Mmmgh” güvenilir bahis escaped through the lacy panties in my mouth.Heather reached up with her other hand and freed my wrists from theoverhead light fixture.”Keep your hands behind your head, slut,” she ordered, and I obeyed;then her hand moved to my balls, and she slowly guided me into theliving room, fondling my balls with one hand and stroking my cock withthe other. With my pants still around my ankles I hobbled forward untilI was standing behind the couch, my cock six inches above my wife’sbeautiful face.Heather changed positions so that she was behind me, reaching around mywaist to stroke my cock. Her other hand rested on my hip. She slidthat hand down across my ass to cup a cheek in her palm. She moved inclose behind me and roughly squeezed my ass. I felt her nose brush theback of my neck and she whispered to me,”Spread your legs, angel.”I moved my feet as far apart as the pants around my ankles would allow,and the hand on my ass slid between my thighs to caress my balls.”You know Jennifer tells me everything,” she spoke softly, still gentlytouching the nape of my neck with her nose. She let go of my balls andran her fingertips up the backside of my scrotum until they tickled atmy engorged taint; waves of pleasure ran down my legs. “She told methat you enjoyed a little ass-play. Is that right?” Once again my faceflushed and I dropped my head wishing I could hide.The layers of betrayal were piled thick: Jennifer’s betrayal of me bysharing my most intimate and unguarded moment with Heather, my betrayalof my devoted wife – selling her sanctity for my own immediate basepleasure, and finally, my own body’s betrayal, which continued to thrustinto Heather’s hand, even as my heart ached with shame.”Are we playing the silent game again, Nikki? I asked you aquestion…do you like having someone toy with your ass?” I couldn’tsay ‘no’ to her, but I couldn’t bear for her to hear me say ‘yes.’ Ithrusted more desperately; I knew that if I could just cum then shewould lose her power over me and the spell would be broken, but she knewwhat she was doing. She was in total control.”Oh, poor Nikki, I’ve embarrassed you so much tonight,” she cooedsoothingly into my ear, “Let’s see if I can make this easier for you.You don’t have to say a word, just step out of those pants, baby.” Idid as she asked, slipping out of the shoes as well.”That’s a good girl, now spread your legs wider for me, princess…thereyou go.” I had worn ankle socks with my sneakers, and now as I spreadmy feet apart they made me somehow feel more exposed, bare naked fromthe clothes wrapping my arms behind my head down to the white socks.Her hand was still on my taint caressing the hidden part of my erectionbetween my balls and ass.”Okay, baby, just like I said…’you don’t have to say a word,’ juststick out that tight, sweet little behind of yours and I’ll do therest.”Deep inside my mind, I was holding onto a small nugget of manly reserve,a fortress of subconscious resistance in my head that let me know thatthis was all just a game…a kinky game I was just playing along with toget my rocks off with a beautiful woman – a masculine voice of denialthat told me that I could stop this at any moment if I wanted.That little manly fortress melted like a pink snowball in hell as Iarched my back and presented my ass, the wanton posture of a slut inheat. Heather ground her body against mine from behind and bent me overfurther with a steady pressure from her full, sweatered tits against myback. She was still giving me a reach-around and my gyrating hips wererhythmically pressing into Heather’s lap.The hand behind my balls slid up to touch my back entrance, but unlikemy first time in the shower with Jennifer, I didn’t squeal or flinch,instead I pressed my ass against the pressure of Heather’s thumb, whichbegan to slowly disappear inside me.”Unnnnghmmm,” I moaned as she slid her thumb to the hilt.”Jesus, Nick, you have no shame,” she spoke into my ear through asardonic smirk, “Is this what Jennifer did?” with that she let go of mycock, kneading behind my balls with the hand at my ass. My peckerbounced in the air as I rocked my hips which helped her to slide herthumb in and out of me.At first, the lack of stimulation on my cock was frustrating, but as thethumb-plunging and fingertip-kneading continued I was thrusting mypelvis in the air less and less and jamming my hips back into her moreand more.Heather reached her free hand around my waist to Jennifer; she beganunbuttoning my wife’s blouse. I felt like I shouldn’t be watching this,but I couldn’t look away. I was mesmerized as Heather finishedunbuttoning the blouse and pulled it completely open. The lacy whitebra fastened in the front, and Heather had her fingers on the releasewhen she paused.”You want me to undo this, don’t you? You want me to expose herbreasts?”It was a rhetorical question. I was a spectator at this point:incapable of answering coherently as I arched my back and repeatedlyrammed my ass back on her thumb.”You were soooo reluctant to let me touch her at first; what happened?Change your mind?” She deftly twisted the fastener and the bra sprungopen. Jennifer’s snow white breasts bounced free, and Heather wasimmediately grabbing a handful of the soft, smooth flesh. No one but mehad touched her there for at least seven years, and the sight of itcompounded my feeling of degradation…and my feeling of pleasure.I pushed back harder now; I somehow felt close to orgasm even though mycock wasn’t being touched, and the tip started drooling pre-cum again.Heather was roughly groping one breast and then the other.”Does it excite you to watch me play with Jennifer…to play with mywhore? That’s what you’ve made her, Nikki….a whore.”My leg muscles started to tense up, and Heather could sense I was close.She pinched one of Jennifer’s nipples and a quiet, breathy moan escapedher sleeping lips.Now every muscle in my body was flexed hard in anticipation, waiting forthe dam to break and those waters of sweet release to come floodingthrough my body.”You know what I want, you little sissy; I want you to disgrace yourwife. Show me how pathetic you are by soiling your sleeping wife; soilher beautiful face with your dirty load.”My breathing was ragged as my body tensed still further; Heather let goof my wife’s nipple and reached up to roughly pinch mine.”You little bitch, you’re going to do it aren’t you? I can feel it.You’re unbelievable; you’re actually going to humiliate Jennifer anddisgrace yourself. You’d sell your wife’s ass to cum right now.”Then suddenly I felt it. At first like a distant echo – a tiny pulsingstarted to grow deep in my ass. She could feel it around her thumb.”That’s it, honey, here it comes.”Next came my involuntary and surprisingly high-pitched moans, “Uhmmf,Uhmmf, Uhmmf, Uhmmf,” I squealed through the white lacy panties stuffedin my mouth”Cum for me, Nicole…let it all out.”I continued yelping girlishly as the pulsing in my ass spread down mytense legs – then between my thighs to my balls and up my bobbingdrooling shaft. I thought I was already flexing my ass muscles as hardas I could, but suddenly I squealed desperately as my cheeks clenchedlike a vice around Heather’s thumb, and my whole body started to buck asmy cock jerked and began to shoot streams of spunk again and again.”That’s a good girl, cum on your wife for me, baby.””Uhmmf, Uhmmf, Uhmmf, Uhmmf,” I cried as drool soaked the panties in mymouth.”It’s not your fault, naughty little Nicole, my helpless little schoolgirl.”My orgasm wasn’t half done when her words registered, and my face burnedred hot with humiliation, but no force on earth could stop my spasmingcock now. Hot jets of cum shamefully streaked across my sleeping wife’sface, landing in her golden hair, soft cheeks, and half-open mouth. Mymost forceful contractions launched the hot stuff over her face and downonto her neck and exposed breasts. I shuddered as my flexing ass andcock eased and finally relaxed.My cum slowly trickled down Jennifer’s neck and breasts to pool in hernavel. She stirred slightly, u*********sly licking the pearly globs ofsalty goo from her pink lips and then closing her mouth to swallow.”Quite a cum slut isn’t she, Nikki? She’s even a whore in hersleep…Though I guess I never would have learned that if you hadn’tbartered her body away.”I looked down at my dishonored wife. Her skirt was up around her waistexposing her bare ass, her blouse and bra pulled open, her exposedbreasts covered in semen.She whispered in my ear, “Thank you for letting me borrow your whorewife, Nikki, it was fun.”I couldn’t bear her words any more. I was already fighting back tearsand I mumbled a protest into the damp wadded panties.”Hmmm? What was that?” she taunted as she pulled the lace underwear outof my mouth.”H-Heather…please-” and suddenly with her thumb and fingers she gavemy prostate a squeeze, and I shrieked one last time as a residual spurtof cum landed across the bridge of my wife’s nose.She shoved the panties back in.I was still holding my bound hands behind my head when she closed thefront door, and for a few minutes after that I was too humiliated tomove a muscle as I stood there sobbing into my wife’s panties, my half-limp cock resting in a growing puddle of cum on my her cheek.

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