Seduction 42

Jon was standing beside the bed, looking down at me.  His eyes kept darting between my face then toward the wet spot I had made on the bed cover when I gushed.

My Andrea noticed that my eyes were open.  She kissed me, then ordered Jon to “Get naked!”

His eyes went wide.  But he quickly removed his clothing, including his shoes and socks.  He was clearly nervous as he stood there expectantly. 

Andrea seated herself next to me on the bed, her feet planted squarely on the floor.  “Mount up, cowboy,” she said as she looked at Jon.

My Jon laid down across her lap, his legs closest to me.

“Spread your legs so I have access to your asshole and those balls of yours, joni.  You know how I love to mistreat them!” Andrea said, an edge of excitement in her voice.

Jon spread his legs. 

Andrea reached between his thighs and fondled my husband’s testicles, then ran her finger up and across his anus.  She looked at me.  “How thick a dildo do you think your husband’s squeamish little asshole can take?” she asked, a lilt of excitement in her voice.

I raised up onto my elbow so I could better see what she was going to do to Jon.  I felt moisture returning to my still pulsing Bunny.

Without warning, Andrea smacked Jon’s butt cheek hard.  Her blow left a distinct red handprint on my husband’s bum. 

Jon yelped, then humped his butt up higher.  “More please,” he whimpered.  “Please ma’am, spank me till my butt glows nice and red!”

Andrea grinned at me.  Then she reached for the belt.  Without hesitation she wailed on his butt cheek, blow after blow.  Each strike left its telltale mark.

Jon whimpered each time the belt landed on his ass.  The sounds he made sounded almost like a sexual moan. 

Andrea looked at me again.  She licked her lips.  She transferred the belt to her other hand.  Now the belt would land in alignment with Jon’s body, rather than across his body.  “Spread your legs wider!” Andrea commanded my husband. 

Jon humped his butt up higher as he spread his legs as wide as they would go. 

This time the tip of the belt landed squarely on my husband’s anus! 

Jon howled, then raised his ass even higher.  “More please, Mistress!”

Andrea obliged his request.  Five more times Andrea belted his tender opening.  Each time Jon howled, then begged for more.

“Stand up!” Andrea commanded.

Jon stood up, his hands held behind his back.  He blushed bright red when he glanced at me.

“Bend over and grab your ankles!” Andrea said sharply. 

Jon quickly complied.  This time though, he looked concerned.

“Spread your cheeks and hold then wide open!” Andrea said as she winked at me.

She reached down to a small bag she carried.  From that she took a light colored root looking object.  She reached back down and withdrew a squirt bottle.  Using the squirt bottle, she wetted Jon’s asshole.  Then Andrea jammed the root into my husband’s little quivering asshole.

“Ginger root!  Peeled!” Andrea said with a huge, malevolent grin on her face.

Cheating? 4

At first I am really pissed!  But, the longer I think about it, and the more beer I drink, the more I start looking for other outcomes to this sordid scenario.

The first thing that I think about is that I could have an affair of my own.  No idea who, in as much as I had not, before today, thought about fucking around.  I look around the room, checking out each female present to see if they might be a likely candidate. 

I don’t see a single woman that I would even want to get a BJ from, let alone want to plug their hole, or worse yet, have to listen to their drivel after we get done.

I think about the gals at work.  GOD!  Even worse.

Then I start thinking about what my wife is getting out of fucking around on me.  Is my dick too small?  Too long?  Too thin?  She’s never said anything.  But then, what wife would?

I remind myself that I don’t really know for sure that she is fucking around on me; that I’m thinking worst-case scenario. 

Am I too drunk to drive?  I look at the beer glasses I have gone through already.  Hell, I haven’t even drunk two glasses of beer yet!

I look at my buddy.  “Show me how to use that GPS thing to go find where she is.”

He looks at me skeptically.  “I’ll go with you, asshole, keep you out of trouble.  And we’re taking my car, and I’m driving.”

I start to protest, but decide that would be prudent.

He starts the part of my phone that tells us where to go.  I already had a general idea of how to get there, but the lady inside the phone politely tells us when to turn right and left and pretty soon we are there. 

My buddy drives the length of the block and finds no parking spaces.  We end up parking around the corner, right next to the alley opening. 

We get out, and my buddy pulls a pair of binoculars out of his trunk. 

“Let’s go down the alley, see what we can see,” he says, and starts out. 

I know him well enough to know he is excited. 

He mumbles something like, “Never seen a real gangbang before!”

The further down the alley we get, the weaker my knees.  And the louder the sounds of a party.  Pretty soon we stop when it is obvious, both on my phone and by the sounds of the party, that this is the place where my wife is at.

Yep, in my phone there is my little blue triangle showing where I am, and a tiny green round circle that is where my wife is supposed to be.

Hell of a party!  Lot of laughter and jeering.  I hear, “Fuck her deep and good”, and “Give her what her husband can’t”, and “Make that cunt of hers squirt!”

My buddy is staring through the binoculars.  “Damn!  I didn’t know your wife could squirt!” he says as he presses the binoculars even harder against his bugged out eyeballs.

I can’t see anything, just a roiling bunch of people of all shapes and sizes and colors having a party.  They are all pretty much naked.  A lot of the women have little skirt things that hide their fat rolls and such. 

“Oh my god!  She just squirted again!” my buddy says.  He stares through those damn binoculars of his like he can’t believe what he is seeing.  “What does it feel like when she squirts?” he asks me.

How the hell should I know?  What’s she doing anyway, pissing on everybody?

Seduction 41

I found myself obsessing over how much it might hurt to have my pubic hairs removed.  In my mind, I had pictures of hot waxy stuff being poured onto my bunny, then duct tape applied and viciously ripped off.  Oddly enough, I couldn’t decide if I liked the idea or not. 

I found myself becoming moist again.

Just a few moments later, the front door opened and Andrea walked in.  No knock, no ringing of the doorbell, just open the door and walk in.

Like she owns it. 

Like she owns us.

Which she does . . . .

Jon and I were both still naked. 

“Fill the bathtub with nice hot water, joni, as hot as you think she can stand to dunk her hairy little cunt into,” Andrea commands my husband.

Jon hurries toward the bathroom, his cock waggling back and forth as he trots.

Andrea looks at me.  She smiles.  “Tonight I am going to teach you a few things about your husband that he is afraid to tell you.  Tonight, by the time we all go to bed, you will know your husband in a totally different way.”

I feel my eyes blinking rapidly.  My eyes are huge with a confused wonder.  ‘What could I possibly not know about Jon?  We’ve even been going to marriage therapy together!’

Andrea reached over and punishes my right nipple by squeezing it really hard as she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger.  She has my undivided attention.

Then she kissed me, gently, lovingly, with great feeling.  “I love you baby.  Never ever doubt that.  I can hardly wait to get you pregnant with our first child.  I can hardly wait to see it born, and the next one, too.  When we are all done with having our babies, we will get your boobs rebuilt, then you can keep on having fun with our clients.”  She stared at my girls for a bit.  “We need to get some pictures of these beauties so we can show the Doc what they used to look like before you had kids and they started sagging.  You have absolutely perfect titties, white, high, plump, no sag.  Tell you what, we’ll start a separate bank account dedicated to rebuilding your titties to what they are right now.  Would you like that?”

Before I can answer her, she smacked my breast sideways, hard. 

I started cumming! 

My Andrea held me up as I shuddered in ecstasy. 

When I could walk, she led me to the bed and laid me down.  From her purse she took a leather strap, about sixteen-inches long and about three-quarters of an inch wide. 

“I want you to know what this feels like, sweetheart.”  Without further adieu, she brought the strap down squarely in my left nipple.

I startled, and almost screamed, until I realized that the rather trivial pain of the blow had shot like a thunderbolt straight to my core.  Bunny was pulsing.

Andrea was closely watching my expression.  “I see that you liked that, baby.”  Now raise your legs, pull your knees behind your arms so that you are totally exposed to my wishes.”

I did as I was told, wondering what she would do to me . . . down there.

Andrea smiled her tight little superior smile.  “Now spread your knees out; hold your knees with your hands to keep your legs spread as wide as possible, and keep that tight white little married whore’s cunt that I own lock stock and barrel fully exposed to my pleasures.”

I instantly did as she commanded me, both afraid of what might happen, and craving to see her face glow with pleasure from inflicting her fantasies upon me. 

Andrea smiled at me, then reached down to separate my labia.  Her finger stroked my clittie a few times.  I felt it harden, becoming stiffer, swell, become more pronounced.

I felt a sense of peace descend over me.  I gave myself over, totally, to My Andrea, My Mistress, My Misty, My Owner, My Pimp.

“I love it when I can see that you want me, darling,” Andrea said with a husky, emotionally charged voice.

With great precision, My Andrea brought the leather strap down squarely in my bud.  I saw stars.  I saw rings of light.  My whole body drowned in submission to her will, whatever she wanted to do to me.

Suddenly I started to gush liquid from Bunny. 

My body shuddered and racked. 

I came for an eternity. 

I lost control of my legs and arms. 

Vaguely I knew that they were flailing about, out of my control. 

Then everything faded to greyish acceptance of death. 

Everything went black.