Chapter 1 The Introduction
For the past 18 months my wife has been, well how can it be said, a slut, a whore, a sexual pet, a toy, while they all apply, the best way to say it is that my wife has been the sexual property of my next-door neighbor for the last 18 months. The term sex slave is used a lot in stories on the net, and, I think, means different things to different people. In this case the term should be taken literally.
Shelly, my bride, my wife of 18 years, will, without hesitation, obey my neighbor Dave. She’ll do whatever he says, anything, anytime, anywhere, with whomever, however, and for as long as he tells her.
She looks, dresses, and uses her body as Dave prescribes. She’ll drop whatever she’s doing if he calls. She’ll break any plans we may have if he wants her somewhere at some future time. How am I sure that she’s given herself to him so totally? Because she’s demonstrated it to Dave and, yes, to me, time and time again.
I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s lay a little groundwork. My name is Alan, I’m 42 and a mid-level executive at a rather large mid-western electronics company. I’m an average looking guy, about 5’10″, 200 pounds, a little thin on top and, while not in great shape, I can walk up a flight of stairs without wheezing.
I guess I’m what most people would consider a regular guy, with a fairly conservative, suburban, mow-the-lawn on Saturday, see-a-movie-on-Saturday-night life. At one time I thought of myself as sexually adventurous, but in reality I consider eating my wife’s pussy living on the edge. In a nutshell I’m the kind of guy you’d probably want for a neighbor, when you read the rest of this story I’m 100 percent sure that you’d want to be my neighbor.
My wife’s name is Shelly, she’s 40 years old, about 5’6″ and weighs in at about 130 pounds. Shelly is a relatively average looking woman. She’s got a pretty face although her nose is a little on the pointy side and she has a few wrinkles around her eyes, fairly typical on a 40 year old woman. Her body is in better than average condition. We never had kids, she couldn’t, so she’s a little firmer than most women her age.
I won’t lie to you, she doesn’t have huge breasts that curve up towards the sky. Shelly’s a 37B and her breasts do droop just a little, although she does have rather large nipples and areolas.
She has a medium complexion, she gets a little white in the winter, but tans nicely in the summer. She has light brown hair that she wears in a full style at a little more than shoulder length and she has blue eyes. The blue eyes and brown hair make for an interesting combination that a good many people seem to notice.
Prior to her current situation, Shelly was, well, lackluster in bed with me. She’s always been on the shy side, and her sexual nature wasn’t any different. Despite her quiet nature I had always thought that she was satisfied sexually, that she came to orgasm when we made love. I’ve since learned that she faked orgasm with me on a regular basis, she was a good actress.
My neighbor’s name is Dave. We all live on a quiet street with little traffic, a nice suburban neighborhood. Our house is on the corner and Dave’s is right next door. Our house is a 10 year old, 2000 square foot ranch. Dave’s is similar, except that he has a small in-ground pool, and a fence that encloses his backyard. We don’t have any neighbors to the rear, our side of the street backs up to a wooded area.
Dave is 27 years old, about 6 foot, 190 lbs. He’s sandy haired, built fairly well, and exercises to stay in shape. He’s has a PhD in history, and is an assistant professor at a major university, he teaches European history. He’s an interesting and friendly guy that everyone seems to like.
Oh, and he has a thick nine inch cock that he uses to pound my wife until she whimpers.
With that as background, here’s how Chapter’s 2 – 5 are laid out:
Chapter 2 – My wife’s day-to-day submission. What happened last week, a typical week in our new lives.
Chapter 3 – The first 6 months, back in time, the changes in Shelly, what I saw and felt before I knew what had really happened, told from my perspective.
Chapter 4 – The Capture, back in time, how Dave took total control of Shelly’s life, as told from the combined perspective of Dave and Shelly.
Chapter 5 – Summer Vacation Plans. Dave’s Summer plans for Shelly. As a college professor he has most of the summer off and has big plans for my wife’s ass.
Chapter 6 – 4 years later, Dave moves out of town and gives Shelly to a friend.
Chapter 2 My wife’s day-to-day submission
What happened last week, a typical week in our lives I think the best place to get this tale going is to describe some of the events of the past week. In chapters 3 and 4 we’ll go back in time 12-18 months and cover the “funny” things I saw happening before I found out the whole story, and we’ll explore just how an intelligent and mature 40 year old married woman becomes a total whore to a 27 year old friend.
But first, last week, which was fairly typical of how things are now. Monday morning was typical. The alarm went off and I slammed the snooze button 4 times before finally dragging myself out of bed, it was 6:30. As I walked into the bathroom Shelly was still in the shower. We have a clear glass door and I sat on the stool for a minute watching her finish. She lathered her nearly bare pubic mound as she does every Monday morning and gently stroked the razor until her cunt was as smooth as a baby’s butt.
Dave insisted that she shave smooth at lease once a week, and in between for special occasions, like a gang-bang with his buddies. She rinsed and toweled off. I got a little peck on the cheek and a good morning as I passed her, taking her place in the warm and humid shower. My mind began to wander a bit as I thought about our situation and all of it’s ramifications.
Involuntarily my seven inch solder began coming to attention. I did my best to put the thoughts out of my mind because I knew that Dave wouldn’t let my wife fuck me again for at least a week. He’d probably give me some time on her after his friends were done with her Saturday night.
Dressed in a crisp blue suit and yellow tie I stopped by the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee for the road. Shelly hadn’t come down yet, she must have been in her dressing room. Dave had insisted that we remodel the spare bedroom into a giant closet/dressing room for Shelly. She now had a huge wardrobe and way too many shoes to fit in our small closet. Just as I was about to leave for work she strolled into the kitchen to say good-bye and to wish me a good day.
My cock started to harden again. She had her pretty brown hair pulled back into a pony tail, her make-up, as always was a little on the heavy side, but expertly done, she wore a cute little white tennis skirt, a halter top, pink ankle socks, and 4 inch white pumps. She smiled nervously, even after a year of me knowing the score, she still gets a little embarrassed when Dave has her dress up like this in front of me. By now it was about 7:30 and I had to hit the road.
Shelly said that Dave had called her last night and told her to stop over and wake him at 7:45, and that he wanted her dressed as a slutty coed.
As I pulled out of the driveway I watched my wife, dressed like an 18 year old hooker, saunter next door. I say saunter, because that’s the best way to describe what her ass looks like as it moves from side to side perched on tall heels. I know what’ll happen when she gets there. She’ll go to his bedroom, look in and see him sleeping, a warm smile will come to her face, she’ll feel her face flush and her newly shaved pussy will begin to instinctively lubricate. Shelly will lick her lips involuntarily and go to Dave, she’ll slowly peel back the covers, trying not to wake him.
She’ll kneel next to his bed and gently slide her warm, wet tongue up and down the flaccid shaft of his cock. He’ll stir a little, as though in a wonderful dream.
As his prick hardens Shelly changes her well practiced technique from slow licking to a gently sucking. The more aroused and harder he becomes, the more my wife sucks.
After a few minutes there’s no question that her master is awake and enjoying his blowjob. He’ll reach down and stroke her head, she’s his pet, he knows it, and she knows it.
If she’s particularly good he may come in her mouth, if he becomes a little restless with the blowjob, he’ll pull her head up, look my wife in the eye, and tell her, “mount”.
Mount, is one of many single word commands that Dave’s taught her to respond to. He’ll lay on his back, prop a pillow under his head and close his eyes. Without speaking she’ll climb on top of him, pull the hem of her little skirt up, revealing that she’s sans panties, and lower her 40 year old body onto his 27 year old cock.
She’ll spread her legs as far apart as she can, and slowly, very slowly, rock back and forth on Dave. After about 5 minutes of the slow, but steady rocking motion my wife will be about ready to climb the wall with desire for a hard and fast fuck, all the while staring at her lover’s closed eyes, waiting for the signal.
The simple act of opening his eyes tells Shelly that the time has come. She will untie the halter behind her neck and drop the ends uselessly at her side. She’ll dig her heels into the bed and begin a hard, fast, and wild fuck.
Dave’s taught her to be free with her emotions and she’ll moan, she’ll begin to talk, and as she approaches orgasm, she’ll get to the point where she’s virtually ready to scream.
In a loud voice she’ll ask if she can come, she’ll profess her devotion to his cock, she’ll tell him she’s his cunt, that’s she’ll do what ever he tells her, that she only wants to please him, but could she please come.
The tempo of their coupling will increase, Dave’s body will tense, he’ll spasm and pump my pretty slut of a wife full of his load. When Dave comes it’s the signal to my girl that she can come as well.
She’ll bump and grind and wail until she comes is a giant wave while siding on Dave’s 9 inch pole. They’ll lay together for about 5 minutes until they both regain some composure, then She’ll slide down his body and take him into her warm and wet mouth, thoroughly sucking their combined juices from his now soft cock.
Tuesday was a calm day without incident, it’s fairly normal. Even a 27 year old in good shape doesn’t have sex everyday, even it he can take it as he pleases from the neighbor lady at any time, 24 hours a day, 7 days
a week. Even though there are usually two or three days each week when she’s not performing, Shelly never knows when she’ll be called, so she’s always, and I mean ALWAYS, ready. When she’s not given specific instructions on what to wear Shelly uses her own best judgment.
She balances convenience, comfort, and what she knows gets Dave hot, there are, however, a few basic rules. With the exception of a few select outfits that require help in the cleavage department she is always without a bra. When she’s in one of the cleavage required dresses she wears a low cut push up wonder bra. It works wonders, my demure wife takes on a whole new look, and grabs her share of attention when she’s out.
Tuesday she wore a cotton dark print mini-skirt that was a few inches above her knee. Most of her skirts are shorter, about mid-thigh, but today she needed to get groceries and run a few errands and the outfit she wore was about as conservative as she has and can get away with around Dave.
In addition to the skirt she wore black thigh high stockings, the kind that have enough elastic to hold themselves up without a garter belt, 3″ black suede heels with bows on the back, and a dark pullover.
As is almost always the case, she was braless, her 37B’s swinging loosely under her blouse. The motion of her unfettered tits moving against the fabric of her blouse helps keep her nipples hard and pointed and in an
aroused state. As always she was nicely made up, a just a little on the heavy side of tasteful.
Wednesday looked like it was going to be a repeat of Tuesday, Shelly hadn’t heard from him all day. We’d just slipped into bed for the night when I heard footsteps downstairs.
“Shelly, Shelly you little slut, get down here.”, he yelled from the living room. Shelly immediately snapped up and out of bed, she bolted into the bathroom to check her hair and make-up. Yes, she’s required to wear make-up to bed, although no lip gloss as it stains the pillows.
Buck naked except for the little chain around her ankle with the inscription “Dave’s Whore”, she slipped into a pair of pink pumps that were beside the bed for just such an emergency. She was out of the room without looking back, I watched her as she left, her round ass sliding from side to side as she walked out. She looked so good, I was so horny I felt like I was going to blow at any minute.
I laid in bed for about 30 minutes listening to the action going on in my living room. Most of what I heard was Shelly, her loud moaning and begging to come, and her final scream as she came to a thundering orgasm.
A few minutes later I heard the click of high heeled pumps coming up the oak staircase, Shelly came in the room and turned on the light so I could see her, Dave had told her to. She was sweating like a thoroughbred after a race, her hair was limp and wet as it hung down, virtually plastered to her, her body seemed almost red she was so hot and sweaty, she looked exhausted, her eyes looked tired, she was just plain worn out from wild fucking.
Just as I thought her little show was over she turned around and spread her legs to about shoulder length and bent at the waist, her red ass facing me. As she reached back to pull the cheeks of her ass apart I could see the come, Dave’s gooey liquid oozing out of her little asshole and down the inside of her thigh.
She turned out the light, crawled into bed, gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered “Dave says that if he thinks you’ve whacked off this week that you’ll get no pussy for the rest of the month, night honey.”
Dave doesn’t teach on Thursday afternoons, and if there isn’t anything going on at the university he frequently takes off. As a result, my wife needs to be especially careful with her schedule and when she leaves the house, Thursday afternoons have become a blocked out time for her, she’s always available.
Last Thursday was no exception. Dave called her at about 9 that morning and told her he wanted her to join him and his little brother for lunch. Dave’s brother, Jeff, was a 18 year old freshman at the university where his brother taught.
Dave told Shelly that Jeff didn’t know about her and that she should wear a moderately conservative outfit, something that wouldn’t give away her status as a slut, but something that gave enough of a hint at what was below the surface to get Jeff’s attention, but just a little.
She chose a knee length denim dress that buttoned from the scooped neckline all the way down the front to the hem. Normally when she wore the dress she didn’t wear a blouse under it, and she left a few buttons undone at the top and several at the bottom, the way she normally wore it she looked a bit on the slutty side. But for her lunch with Dave and Jeff she was buttoned up, she wore a cream colored blouse under the dress, the dress was sleeveless and scoop necked, it was really meant to be worn with a top.
She wore one of her wonder bras, it made her look a little more top heavy, a bit more provocative. She wore mid height, two and a half inch pumps, sheer black stockings, and a little less makeup than usual.
Since my wife wasn’t sure what was up she gave me a call at work and told me that she was going out and didn’t know when she’d be home. After talking with her for a few minutes it was evident to me that she thought that it was just going to be lunch, that Dave didn’t intend to share his little prize with his little brother. She was going to play the part of friendly neighbor who happened to run in to Dave at the restaurant. As it turned out, she couldn’t have been more wrong.
As instructed, she arrived at the restaurant about 5 minutes before Dave and Jeff, there was a 15 minute wait for a table, so she was in the lobby area waiting when they came in. When Dave saw her he grabbed his brother and pulled him over to meet Shelly. He introduced her as Mrs. Anderson, his neighbor Alan’s wife.
He asked her if she was alone, she told him she was, and he invited her to have lunch with them. As far as his brother Jeff knew it was a chance meeting, an innocent meeting of neighbors in a public place.
They were seated, carried on a pleasant conversation, ordered a light lunch and waited for it to come. Shelly excused herself and went to the lady’s room.
When she left, Dave asked his brother if he noticed the way she was looking at them, she really wasn’t doing anything funny. Shelly really thought it was just going to be a relaxing lunch with the boys. Dave planted the seed with Jeff. He told his brother that Shelly was coming onto him with her eyes, that she had the body language of a mature woman who wanted to get laid.
Jeff was skeptical, he told Dave that, while she was mighty fine looking for an older woman, that he was dreaming if he thought she was coming onto him.
Dave accused Jeff of being blind to the signs, that she wanted it, and in fact needed to be fucked.
Dave bet Jeff $100 against Jeff washing his car once a week for the next two months that he could not only get her to spread her legs for him, that within an hour he would have this housewife acting like a whore and make her actually ask them both if they’d take her somewhere and fuck her.
Jeff laughed at the delusions of his brother and volunteered to wash his car once a week all summer if he could pull that off!
When Shelly returned from the lady’s room she could tell that something was up, she sensed a change in the mood at the table.
Dave began by talking to Shelly about her aerobics class, what she wore, spandex thong, he asked her if she got much unwanted attention from men at the club because she wore such a brief outfit.
Shelly caught on quickly, she could tell immediately where this was leading, and knowing what Dave wanted, she played along. She said that no, she didn’t get any unwanted attention, Jeff said, “but Mrs. Anderson, I can’t believe they wouldn’t notice a woman as attractive as you in such a, well, skimpy outfit.”
Shelly responded, “I didn’t say that they didn’t notice”, she smiled that warm sexy smile, “What I said was I didn’t get any unwanted attention.”
With that Dave knew that she’d picked up on what was happening and what he wanted her to do. He asked her “Shelly, if you don’t mind my asking, are you suggesting that you enjoy showing off a little for the guys at the club?”
She looked down into her lap for a moment, then looked up at the men and said, “Well, yes I suppose I do like being a bit of a tease. At my age you begin to wonder if men still find you attractive.”
Dave smiled at her, but said in a serious tone, “Shelly, if you like showing off so much why are you covered up so much right now? I think my brother and I would like you to go to the lady’s room again, and while you’re there lose the blouse and bra, and take of your pantyhose and stuff them in your purse. Then come back and sit with us, I’m sure that we’d enjoy our lunch a bit more with a better view.”
Shelley’s face reddened and she looked down, she didn’t say anything for about a minute. The tension was thick. She finally looked up and said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t do everything you asked”.
When Dave heard her say that, inside he became very angry and asked my wife, in as calm a tone as possible, “and why not?”
Shelly sheepishly replied, “because I’m not wearing pantyhose, I’m wearing stockings and a lace garter belt, I’m sorry, but I don’t have pantyhose to remove.”
There was a pause, my wife stood up, looked both men in the eye and said, “I’ll be right back, I need to use the lady’s room”.
As he watched Shelly walk away, Jeff could hardly contain his excitement.
“Dave, did you hear that?. Did you see that? My god Dave, she’s going to do it, the bitch is going to do it, I can’t believe it. Damn, I thought all those letters to Penthouse were made up”. He muttered again, “I can’t believe it, I can’t fucking believe it, I just can’t fucking believe it.”
Dave, smiled to himself, this was going exactly as he’d hoped, Jeff had bought the charade lock-stock-and barrel. Dave told Jeff to follow his lead, that if they played their cards right that they’d make this 40 year old housewife their whore for the afternoon.
Jeff joked that it’d be great to send her home to her husband with a cunt full of hot cum, “her husband would blow his mind if he knew what a hot slut his wife is”. How little he knew, I know exactly what kind of a submissive pet she is.
At almost the same time they saw her. She seemed to float across the floor towards there table. Jeff could see in an instant that she’d removed the blouse and bra. The tits that stood out from her chest in the wonder bra now sagged a bit and swayed beneath the top of Shelly’s denim dress.
Her face was flushed and hot. The humiliation was a rush for her, particularly since Jeff was oblivious to her status with Dave. She sat down, her food had been delivered in her absence and she stared blankly at her plate.
Dave could tell that she’d done a little more than she’d been asked. She couldn’t help anticipating what Dave wanted, she’s attended to him so much that it was second nature to her. Dave could tell that Shelly had freshened her make-up, particularly her lips, which were a glossy, but dark red. Her foundation, and eye make-up was also a bit heavier, she always knows how to please and excite men.
Dave spoke first, “Mrs. Anderson”, he called her Mrs. Anderson to heighten the naughtiness, the illegitimacy, the slutishness of the situation, “Am I mistaken, or have you done something with your make-up?”
Shelly replied, “well, uh, well, yes, I freshened my make-up.”
“Looks to me like you put it on a little thick, did you do that for our benefit? What are you trying to do, get my dick hard. Are you coming on to us, Mrs. Anderson, he looked into her eyes, are you trying to look like a slut for us?”, he said as he looked directly at her glossy red lips.
Shell thought for a minute, deciding how to respond, then simply said, “Yes”.
“I thought so, let’s eat our lunch. Dave then looked over to Jeff and said, eat up little brother, I think that you’ll need all your strength for the afternoon.”
They laughed, except for my wife, that is. She took him seriously.
The waiter had previously left the check, and had returned to collect the money. As he was picking it up he noticed Shelley’s deeply unbuttoned top, and the expanse of tit she was showing. He was a bit flustered and red faced. Dave was amused and decided to push it a little more.
In a low voice, so only the waiter, Shelly and Jeff could hear, Dave said, “We enjoyed our lunch very much and you gave us excellent service, how about instead of the customary 15% tip, I give you a look at this lovely lady’s chest, completely uncovered, right here, right now, for 5 seconds.”
The poor boy was beside himself, and couldn’t seem to speak, so he nodded.
Dave looked at Shelly and said just loud enough for them to hear, “Mrs. Anderson, please pull the sides of your top apart and hold them open for me.”
Shelly’s shaking hands reluctantly moved to the denim fabric and in a slow motion pulled the fabric open, exposing her breasts to Dave, Jeff, the waiter, and several other diners who noticed what was happening.
Dave then had Shelly look the waiter in the eye and tell him that she enjoyed the meal and hope he’d enjoying his tip. Dave counted slowly to 5 and had her pull the top closed. When Dave said it was time to leave Shelly became nervous again, she knew that, as they walked out, that anyone looking would get a clear view of her legs and swinging breasts.
As she walked, her knee length dress opened to nearly her crotch showing the world that she was wearing sheer stockings and a black garter belt. Her top was very loose, as it was undone to about 6 inches below nipple level, and her bobbing tits, including her dark nipples, swung in and out of view.
Several patrons noticed and stared as she walked by, and by the time they hit the front door the restaurant was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
They went to Dave’s car, leaving Shelly’s in the lot. Dave had Shelly sit between he and Jeff in the front seat. There was no graceful way for my wife to keep her dress together as they got in, or after she was settled
in, so she just gave in to it. Her dress was split wide open at the top and bottom. Her sexy sheer black stockings with the 3 inch lace tops were in perfect view for Jeff and Dave, as was the creamy skin above her stocking tops.
With her top open, Jeff couldn’t keep his eyes off her tits. He was so hot he was about ready to explode. As they began driving, Dave told Jeff to check and see if their little whore was wearing any panties. Jeff pulled back her dress a little further and snuck a look up her crotch.
Dave said, “No, no, no, not that way, use your fingers. I want you to see if she’s as hot and wet as I think she is.
Still unsure of himself, Jeff laid his hand on my wife’s knee and slowly, tentatively moved it up her leg.
Shelly was in a slutty daze and stared blankly at the young hand making it’s way up her stocking covered leg to her creamy slit. Jeff stopped to caress the sensitive skin above her stocking tops, gaining confidence with every inch. Jeff’s fingers reached their destination, “She doesn’t have any on, she’s wet and sticky, and, if you can believe it, she shaves her pussy.”
With that Shelly said, “I took them off in the lady’s room, I thought you’d want me bare down there, and yes sir, I do shave, in fact, I shaved smooth this morning.”
Jeff asked where they were going, a motel perhaps? “Hey Jeff, wouldn’t it be a kick if we took her to her own house and fucked her in her own bed”, Dave said.
Jeff replied, “But what if her husband comes home?” “Well, I guess he’ll need to get in line if he wants some pussy too!”, he cracked.
Dave and Jeff had a good laugh.
It was about 2 PM when they pulled in the driveway. Dave had sense enough to raise the garage door from the car and enter the house from the garage. He had fun exposing my Shelly in the city, where there’s a low likelyhood they’d be recognized, but near home he’s cautious, he wants to preserve his situation, and having the rest of our neighbors and friends find out that my wife is his whore would blow the whole thing.
They followed Shelly into the house, watching her sexy ass sway before their eyes. They walked into the living room and Dave and Jeff plopped down in comfy chairs.
Just as my wife was getting ready to sit Dave said, “Mrs. Anderson, you have a lovely home, and I’m quite sure you have a lovely body as well. Loosen the belt and pop those last few buttons so we can judge for ourselves.”
Shelly undid the belt and dropped it to the floor. She slowly released each of the remaining four buttons until the dress hung from her shoulders, open about 12″ all the way from top to bottom. Shelly’s slightly sagging breasts and shaved pubic area were on display and open for business.
She shrugged the dress from her shoulders and stood, wearing only her garter belt, stockings, and heels.
“Shelly, I think a slutty housewife like you should be on her knees with a cock in her mouth, don’t you? You better start with my little brother, he’s about ready to spurt anyway. I’m sure watching you give me a blowjob would put him over the edge, so go ahead, do him first.”
With that, my wife walked to Jeff, who was 22 years her junior, her beautiful tits bouncing and swaying back and forth as she walked. She stopped in front of him, slid to her knees and said,” Jeff, honey, can I relieve the pressure on you balls for you? Would you like me to suck your cock until you come down my throat.”
Jeff was speechless, and all he could do was nod.
Shelly took his rigid 7 inches into her warm mouth. She swirled her expert tongue around the head of his prick before slowly, but steadily sinking it down into her throat. She’s an expert cocksucker and can deep throat a 10 incher with ease (she’s practiced on enough of them).
Jeff couldn’t believe it, it made him unbelievably excited to see this 40 year old married slut with a bit of gray in her hair (he could see a little gray as her head bobbed in front of him), virtually naked in front of him with his cock buried in her throat. Within 30 seconds of putting it in her mouth and down her throat he shot his load.
She’s been taught to pull back and let the man shoot into her mouth so he can see how eager she is to take it, but in this case there was no time. He truly surprised her with how quick he came.
“Well Jeff, I guess you were well primed, I’m sorry you came so quickly and didn’t have time to enjoy it more. But I’m sure that I can coax a cock as young as yours back to full strength in a few minutes.”
Saying that, she turned to her master, Dave. “May I please suck you, Dave?”, she said in a husky, sex filled tone.
“Surely my pet”, he said as my wife of 18 years fished his prick from his pants and began what would be a frenzied 10 minute blowjob.
Shelly licked his prick, she swirled her tongue around its crown, she took each of his big balls into her mouth and gently sucked, she slobbered up and down his shaft making it wet and gooey with her saliva, she began a firm and steady up and down motion with her head, bobbing up and down on his cock. She caressed his balls with her hands as she worshipped his cock with her mouth.
She gave him a truly slutty cocksucking. Finally, after about 10 minutes, with Dave nearing his breaking point, she shoved her head down on his prick, lodging it in her throat, and began the final strokes of a fine blowjob.
Finally, on the 9th stroke of the cock imbedded in her throat she felt Dave pull up on her hair, his signal that the hot liquid was leaving his balls and on it’s way home. She pulled her head up so the tip was still in her mouth and sucked.
She sucked the tip of his cock like a straw until he came in big white spurts in her waiting mouth.
Jeff watched, amazed, as her mouth and throat muscles swallowed his big brother’s load.
As Dave sat back with a big sigh he looked over and saw his little brother, his cock in hand, slowly jacking it, watching Shelly. Then he looked down at my wife, a little of his cum stuck to her cheek and a shiny patch of sticky pussy
juice on the puffy lips of her bald cunt. She was ready to be fucked. She needed it and Jeff needed it. Dave didn’t need to say a word, Shelly, still on her knees, backed up a little until her ass was about a foot from Jeff’s chair. She bent over and put her elbows and forearms on the floor, lowered her head, arched her ass up a little and slightly spread her legs. She was quite a sight.
She patiently waited until Jeff slid off his chair and nuzzled his cock up into the opening between her legs. Jeff began sliding his prick up and down the slippery opening, lubricating his cock with her juices until, all of the sudden Shelly couldn’t wait any longer. With her greedy cunt in need, she quickly pushed herself back and onto his young cock.
They both let out a gasp of surprise, Jeff at the suddenness of her move, my wife at the feel of his big cock in her little snatch. The boy seemed to snap, and really began to pump her in earnest, with quick, deep strokes.
My girl loved it and moaned loudly as she was fiercely pounded by her young stud from the rear. She was glad she’d blown him earlier, he was able to make it last a little longer this time.
After about 5 minutes it was obvious to Dave that his little brother was about to blow his load for the second time in a half an hour.
“Jeff, Jeff, JEFF!”, Dave called, breaking is brother’s concentration just as he was approaching the home stretch. “I think the little slut has another hole that you haven’t been in. You may want to sample her ass before you come.”
He liked the idea and started to pull out of Shelly’s pussy, but he was too far gone, as he was maneuvering his dick towards her tight pink rosebud the thought of what he was about to do was too much for him and he shot his sticky cum all over my wife’s ass, a huge load considering he’d come down her throat within the hour.
Dave chuckled and told him that if he could get it up a third time that he was free to use “door number three” as he put it.
By this time Dave was ready for a ride as well. He sat back on the sofa, his cock like a 9 inch rocket pointing to the sky. He had Shelly get up and turn around so she was facing away from him and towards Jeff’s chair.
He has her sit down on his cock and begin a slow fuck. He told her to reach back and coat her fingers with the juice that Jeff’s shot all over her ass and to use it as a lubricant while she played with her pussy, all the while looking Jeff directly in the eye. Dave told her to tell Jeff the truth about their relationship and how she was used.
She was really getting off on the humiliation of telling this boy about her role as Dave’s sex pet, she was really turned on and vigorously rubbed her hairless pussy.
Dave told her that as soon as she got him to blow his cum into her tight cunt that she was free to cum herself.
Jeff watched in amazement as Shelly, my previously demure wife, went wild on his prick, whipping her ass like a sling, up and forward, back and down, over and over, fucking her master like a machine, feeling him build toward the climax that would be her trigger, her approval to cum.
She let out a scream as she felt the first jet of Dave’s gooey cum splash into her snatch. She picked up the pace of her sticky fingers until she tensed and came in a big wave.
Dave could feel the convulsions deep in her pussy for a full two minutes after she began to come.
As she came down from her sex high she slid off Dave’s prick onto the floor, collected her breath, turned around and slowly and thankfully licked clean the prick that had given her so much pleasure.
CHAPTER 3 – IN THE BEGINNING
(Sub-title – The Taking of Shelly)
It started about a year and a half ago. Dave moved into the house next door. He was a friendly guy, 26 years old and very good looking. He’d just received his PhD in History and had accepted a teaching position at the local State University. Shelly & I were both intrigued with him from the start, he was a pleasant enough guy, intelligent and very well respected in his field, despite his age. He wasn’t married, and from what we could tell, he didn’t have a steady girlfriend, in fact, we never saw any women at is house. For a while we wondered if he might be gay.
In retrospect, nothing could have been further from the truth.
The remainder of this chapter will be alternatively told by Shelly and Dave. They’ll give you a little insight into what was happening, behind my back, that is.
“THE BEGINNING” AS TOLD BY SHELLY ANDERSON
Hi, my name is Shelly, Shelly Anderson. Both Dave and Al usually call me Shell, and Dave frequently calls me slut, whore, or cunt just to show who’s in charge. I’m 41 years old, about 40 when this all started, I’m 5’6″, I weighs in at about 130 pounds, and I think I’m average looking, whatever average is.
When this all started I was in pretty good shape for a 40 year old. I never had kids, I can’t, so I’m a little firmer than most women my age. Over the last year I’ve gotten into even better shape, Dave insists that I work out at the health club 5 times a week to keep in shape and improve my stamina and flexibility.
I’m a pretty normal sized 37B and my breasts do droop just a little, and I have rather large nipples and areolas. Without getting too far ahead of my self I will tell you that Dave, the young man who controls me sexually, is considering having me go through a breast augmentation, he’d like me to be more on the order of a 40C or D.
I have light brown hair that used to be about shoulder length, but today it reaches midway down my back when it’s straight, but not quite so far when it’s made up and teased, Dave usually likes to see me with big hair.
Before I came to know Dave I led a split personality of sorts, that is, I had a pretty routine and unimaginative, read into that, unfulfilling, sex life with my husband, but had a wild and kinky secret fantasy life and masturbated daily. Okay, on some days several times!
While I had all kinds of wild fantasies, everything from biker gangbangs, to being a high-priced call girl, to being in a harem, I’d never considered at any time actually doing any of it or cheating on my husband. It was just something I did in my mind to get off.
Dave changed all that. I can clearly remember the day it all started for me. It was about a week after he moved in. Al had left for work and I was in my bedroom getting ready to slip out of my flannel PJ’s and get dressed, when I glanced out the window and, BOOM! There he was.
He has a pool in his backyard, I watched him lift himself out of the pool and walk towards the diving board for another dip. He was an absolute hunk, with a hard, tan body, and little speedo’s that hid very little. His chest was large with just a little hair, his stomach was firm and slightly rippled with muscle, and the pouch of his suit was packed with young cock. I know what they say about a cock when it’s cold and wet, and I thought to myself, if it’s that big cold, well, I shivered at the thought of what it’s engorged size must be.
I stood by the window for another 20 minutes, I couldn’t move, turn away, or close my eyes, in fact I didn’t even want to blink! After I was about 10 minutes into watching Dave I suddenly realized that I had my right hand in my panties and was slowly rubbing my clit. My face flushed red and I instinctively looked around the bedroom just to make sure no one saw my lewd behavior.
Silly, silly, silly! I knew I was alone, but felt like a schoolgirl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Embarrassed or not, I continued the slow circular motion on my clit as I watched my young neighbor around the pool. My pussy was hot, wet, and open. I slid my long index finger in the slippery opening while I rubbed the hard little clit with my thumb, all the while spinning a wild fantasy about Dave.
As in all my fantasies, it had a heavy dose of dominance and submission. As Dave started toweling off I knew the show was about over and started to fuck my fingers in and out and around my cunt at a feverish pace, determined to cum before my fantasy lover was out of sight. It happened as I watched that tight ass walking towards his back door, I felt the warm tingly sensations start, the first spasm rocked my body and my wet cunt
squeezed and convulsed on my fingers as they continued their in-and-out path. My knees grew weak and I actually lost my balance and fell to the bedroom floor.
As I lay there catching my breath from what was the most intense orgasm of my life, I remember the hypothetical thought that drifted through my clouded mind. If I was ever going to live a fantasy I’d sure want it
to be with him! I didn’t really have any intention of doing anything, it was just a random, hypothetical thought.
That day began about two months of almost constant fantasizing about Dave, during the day, getting groceries, having dinner, talking with Al, and especially when Al and I made love. I was a bit more active than usual when I fucked Al because in my mind I was being ravaged by Dave. Al noticed I was a little more lively, and seemed to like it.
As the weeks passed I got kinkier and kinkier with my fantasies and masturbation sessions, it got to the point that one hot Saturday afternoon while Al was watching TV in the family room, I stood in the kitchen wearing thin lycra running shorts and a T-shirt, and slowly humped my pussy against the corner of our kitchen table while watching Dave out the window.
Just as I was about to cum, I heard Al get up and start walking towards the kitchen, my pussy yelled, “the hell with it, let’s CUM!”, while my logic said, “Al won’t understand, STOP!”, my mind won, and while extremely frustrated, I backed from the table and tried to look casual as Al strolled in.
Al needed to make a run into town to the hardware store, said he’d be back in an hour or so.
Boy was I relieved, I’d have plenty of time to get into a wild fantasy about Dave and really enjoy a long hot finger fuck, and if I was lucky, I’d still be able to spy on the object of my lust, Dave.
Not 60 seconds after watching our car drive away I was back in the kitchen looking out the window for Dave, he was gone, Damn! Even though he’d gone in his house, I was still determined to enjoy myself and slid my shorts and panties down to my knees and sat back in a kitchen chair with my legs parted. As my fingers found my hot spot and started a slow finger fuck I closed my eyes and started to drift into another world, a world where I was Dave’s whore, where he’d make me do all sorts of nasty things, where I could be the slut I’d always fantasized about. I started talking, not loud, but still very audible, I was carrying out a dialog with Dave in my fantasy, and it made it seem a lot more real when I spoke out loud, in fact, it made me really hot.
Talking out loud is not something I do very often when I masturbate, it’s kind of embarrassing and I have to be extra hot and horny, and really into the fantasy to do it. Today was one of those days. The more I talked, the more aggressively I rubbed my slimy cunt, the hotter I got, the more, and louder I talked.
I must have really been into it because I was speaking at a full conversational volume, loud enough for someone in the next room to hear, luckily I was alone. “Yes Dave, yes sir, yes master my pussy is yours”, I said as I rubbed my cunt. “Yes master, whatever you say, you want my ass, yes sir, I’m wiggling it for them . Oh, please, Dave, I mean master, please let me suck your cock while he fucks my ass, oh, thank you sir I’ll be a good cocksucker, I promise”, I said, really getting into the D/S fantasy. I was building to a great climax, and my fantasy got really kinky, “No master, I don’t care if my husband minds, he doesn’t fuck me like you do, okay, yes sir, no I won’t fuck him again until you give your permission, oh, yes master, I’m your slutty pet”. Then it happened, my orgasm hit with a jolt and I squeezed my legs together, imagining Dave’s cock pistoning in and out of my slutty hole, driving me over the edge. As I started to catch my breath and come down to Earth I heard a little noise and quickly opened my eyes. The bright afternoon light overwhelmed me and I squinted, looking for the source of the sound.
I could have died, here I was, panties down, 3 fingers in my pussy, spread out on a kitchen chair moaning about having my neighbor ravish my body, and there he was.
Dave had watched and heard the entire show from the screen door leading to the deck. He’d come to borrow a flashlight, and got more than he bargained for. He looked directly into my eyes without expression for about 30 seconds. I couldn’t seem to move, I couldn’t talk, I was truly stunned. He turned and walked away without uttering a word.
The whole scene was just so unreal, I sat for another couple of minutes letting what’d happened sink in. At that point you’d think I’d have composed myself, pulled up my panties and figured out a story to get me out of an embarrassing situation with Dave, but no, my traitorous little slit was calling, my shame really turned me on.
I started in on my poor pussy one more time, less than 3 minutes after cuming.
CHAPTER 3 – IN THE BEGINNING
(Sub-title – The Taking of Shelly)
THE CAPTURE OF SHELLY AS TOLD BY DAVE
My name is Dave. To protect our privacy let’s skip my last name. I’m the next-door neighbor of the Anderson’s. I’m 27 now, and had just turned 26 when this all began. I’m a shade over 6 foot and weigh 190 lbs. I’m in good shape, and exercise several times a week. I’m an Assistant Professor of European History at a large university in town.
I’ve done a fair amount of writing in my field despite my age, and I have two passions in life, one is Medieval European History, and the other is keeping an attractive older woman as a sexual toy.
When I first met Shelly and Al it was about a year and a half ago. From the moment I laid eyes on Shelly I wanted her, I knew I’d have her, I just needed a little time to figure out how to make it happen.
Taking control of Shell was actually a whole lot easier that I’d expected. Before I get into how I took Shell, let me give you a little background.
I’ve been interested in D/S and sexual control since my very first sexual relationship. It was 9 years ago in January and I’d just turned 18. I was a high school senior when I became involved with a woman 14 years my senior. I was working at the local outlet of a large national retail chain, again, for sake of privacy, let’s call the store Hardware World. The woman’s name was Sandy. She wasn’t exactly a beauty, but then again when we became involved it was quite by accident.
Sandy had been separated from her husband for about 6 months and they were talking divorce. In addition to working at the Store in the credit department she began selling cosmetics door-to-door to supplement her income. I was always a pretty easygoing guy and always provided an outlet for Sandy when she needed to talk about her problems, it got old after a while, but she was going through a tough time and the least I could do was be a good listener. My mother’s Birthday was about a month away and I decided to kill two birds with one stone, help Sandy out and get a gift for my mom. I placed an order for about $50 worth of perfume and such from Sandy. One day about two weeks later Sandy told me that the order was in and asked me to stop by her apartment on my way home to pick it up. At about five her day was over and she went home. I got off at 9, and by about 9:15 I was ringing her doorbell. When she opened the door I was a little surprised, she’d showered, put on fresh make-up and perfume, and was dressed very well, not dressed-up, but well put together. It wasn’t what I’d call an overly sexy outfit, but it was very feminine.
She wore a pink button up top (I could see a hint of frilly lace bra underneath), cream colored slacks, and sandals. She smiled warmly and invited me in. After a few glasses of wine and a couple hours of pleasant conversation I figured it was time to make an exit and mentioned that I’d better get going. Sandy slipped into her bedroom to get my order. when she came out her expression was subtly different, she was obviously a little nervous. She handed me the package and we made our way towards the door.
Just as I was about to leave, she leaned over and gave me a very warm and slow kiss on the cheek, and thanked me for being so good to her and listening when she needed to talk. I told her she was a very nice person and that I was happy that I’d helped her. With that she gave me a nice hug and another kiss.
This time in the lips. Being 18 and perpetually horny, my cock sprang to life. She wasn’t really very attractive, but she had pretty legs and large breasts that were pushing against my chest. As she continued to hug me the hardness of my prick became obvious and she began to kiss me again, more passionately, with her hot tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I was losing control, her tongue was wet and warm as she slipped it into my ear and slowly licked my neck.
It’d been over 9 months since this passionate lady had been fucked, and I was a virgin, in other words, there was no stopping. The next thing I know she’s unbuttoning her blouse and slipping off her bra, when I saw her magnificent tits I lost my first load of the night in my shorts. My cock softened for about 30 seconds, until her slacks hit the floor and she stood before me in little lacy panties, pink with a white bow in front.
She slid to the floor, shimmied out of her panties and said the only words that we’d exchange for the rest of the evening, “Fuck me please, I need your young cock inside me, NOW!” And so began my first fuck.
Sandy was a very passionate and sexual woman. The people we worked with would never have believed the real Sandy. For the next two months we carried on a torrid affair. I was at her apartment on average, 5 nights a week.
She was fantastic in bed, she was energetic, limber, vocal, and very, very wet all the time. If she’d been better looking I’m sure what happened next would never have occurred, and my interest in dominance, wpuldn’t have
sparked and grown.
Remember, I was still in high school, and my affair with Sandy gave me a tremendous amount of self confidence and experience, and it showed. At school I was beaming, I was like a different person. Some of the girls seemed to notice, and I became involved with a 17 year old Junior, Sue.
Sue was perky, petite, had an average body, but an absolutely beautiful face and long silky black hair. I fell for her in a big way. For the first few weeks I kept it from Sandy. Sue was, despite her great looks and pleasant personality, a virgin who I learned intended to stay that way for a while. So I kept banging Sandy, but dated Sue. After a few weeks I knew I was going to have to end it with Sandy, there was no future in the relationship, I wasn’t interested in being with her in public, and I figured that sex wise, I’d be in Sue’s panties within a few months.
On a Friday night I stopped by to see Sandy. She was waiting for me at the door in her fuzzy robe. As soon as the door clicked shut she dropped it to the floor and stood before me, naked and ready for my cock. She must have been thinking about a hard fuck all afternoon because I could see her slick juices matted around her mound and beginning to ooze from her slit. While my cock sprang to attention, I was able to maintain control. She could tell by my facial expression that something was up. I told her, as easily as I could, that our sexual affair was over, that I’d become involved with a girl my own age. She was devastated and became angry.
Sandy leaned over, her big jugs dangling invitingly before me and snatched up and put on her fuzzy robe. Tears ran down her cheeks and she told me to leave. As I stood outside her apartment door I was angry with myself for letting it go so badly, but at least it was done. Sandy could go her own way, and me mine.
Later that night Sandy called me at home and apologized for throwing me out and told me that she wanted to work it out, find some sort of solution. I told her that we were through and that she just needed to get over it,
and then I just hung up on her.
She called me each day for the next week, twice a day at the end of the week, pleading with me to reconsider, to find some middle ground. Each time I refused, despite my growing sexual hunger. I had been without a fuck myself for about 10 days.
Finally about two weeks after the break Sandy called me, she was very calm and collected, said that she understood my position, and that she wouldn’t bother me any more. She also asked me to stop by and pick up some personal items of mine that were at her apartment. She seemed over it and calm, so I agreed, in fact I told her that I’d stop by the next evening.
I was a little nervous when I knocked on her door, still a little afraid of a confrontation. Sandy opened the door and let me in. The apartment was spotless and smelled wonderful, a musky scent in the air. Sandy looked, well frankly, pretty good for her even though she was wearing her infamous fuzzy robe. Her body’s not too bad, it’s her face and hair that are usually a bit mousy.
Tonight though she wasn’t bad. She had gotten her hair done and it was obvious that she was wearing a lot more makeup than usual. In fact, with the make up and hairdo, she was a lot more attractive. She smile and asked me in. She brought me a glass of wine and asked me to have a final drink with her, sensing that she hadn’t really changed, and that this was a trap, I got up and started for the door.
She started to whimper and said, “Dave, Dave, please wait.” I turned and gave her as tough a look as I could muster. She said, “Dave, I’m sorry, I know I’m driving you crazy, it’s just that, well, I miss the sex. I really need your cock. It’s not that I just want a fuck now and then, I really need you, I think I’m addicted to your cock, well, at least that’s how it feels.”
I was taken aback by her frank confession. While I was intrigued with the possibilities, I knew I’d just be asking for trouble, so I just turned back towards the door, ready to walk out of her life forever.
“Dave!, please”, she called. As I turned around, ready to tell her to fuck off and leave me alone, she cast her eyes to the ground, loosened the belt of her robe, and let it drop to the floor. She stood before me in a
stunning little slut outfit. She wore a matching set of lingerie, a half bra that pushed her ample tits up as if on a shelf, but that left her big nipples uncovered and available, black thong panties, a delicate black garterbelt, sheer black stockings with wide lacy tops, and strappy black fuck me pumps with 4″ heels.
I was speechless. I’d been fucking her for 2 months and had seen her naked countless times, but never like this. She had never dressed to please, in fact I suggested once that she wear a little teddy and she about had a fit, so I dropped the subject.
Her head still down, she said, “Dave, I’m begging. I’ll do anything you want, any time you want, I’ll dress however you like, and you can have me in any way that pleases you.”. She choked back a little sob and continued, “and, well, if you still want to date girls your own age, it’s your decision. I won’t try to be your girlfriend, I just want you to fuck me, and fuck me regularly. I’m willing to do anything you want if I can just have that from you.”
I was truly stunned and didn’t really know what to say. I just looked at her for a full two minutes trying to figure out what to do. She started to squirm a little, wanting me to react.
I found her submission to be a huge rush, and finally said, “Okay you slut, I’ll give you what you want, but it’ll be on my terms.”
I walked over to her, reached down and roughly grabbed her slutty mound. As I held her pussy tightly in my hand and felt the stick juice flowing from it, I said to her in a low voice, “From now on this pussy is mine, not
yours, and I’ll do with it what I please, ” grabbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pinching down, she winced as I said, “These big cow tits are mine, and I’ll do what I please with them, in fact, this entire slut body of yours is mine to do with as I please, agreed?” She didn’t answer, so I pinched her big nipples harder and said, “AGREED?”
“Yes, yes, I agree”, she whimpered.
I walked behind her and reached to her front, mauling her jugs and sloppy cunt until her breathing was heavy and her skin glowed red, flushed with the rush of sexual stimulation to the brink of release. I moved my mouth to her ear and began talking to her while at the same time finger fucking her hot hole.
“Sandy, you’ve always wanted to be a slut haven’t you, I’m going to put you through the paces, you’ll do things that you’ve never had the guts to even fantasize about, you’ll be the cheap whore that you’ve always wanted to be. Who knows, maybe I’ll rent you out to the basketball team, they’re always looking for cheap pussy.”
She couldn’t take it any longer, the humiliation was too much for her and her squishy pussy convulsed on my fingers, squeezing like a vise as it came.
Abruptly I let go of Sandy and she lowered herself to one knee, catching her breath. “That was so good! You’re right, I love the thought of being your slut. I’ve fantasized about it, I need it, and I promise you, I’ll be a good whore.”
To make a point, I turned and walked to the door, turned back and said, “I’ll be here tomorrow night at eight, be ready for me. And don’t be wearing any of the dainty virgin clothes like you have on now. I want you to look like the slut you are. Wear more makeup as well. If you’re going to be a slut, you better look like one.”
I left her sitting kneeling on the floor, watching me leave. I’m sure she was trying to figure out how she could possibly look sluttier than she did at that moment. Needless to say, when I showed up the next day, she had outdone herself, and over the next 6 months my use of her and her acceptance of my dominance grew.
She was a superb slut, who reveled in submission and humiliation. When I left for college that fall I gave her to a friend a couple years younger, it satisfied her need for raunchy, humiliating sex and it got me out of her life without a scene.
I’ve had several unfulfilling relation ships with women my own age over the last 7 years, but none satisfied my need to completely dominate an older woman, the need and desire that Sandy had planted years ago.
When I first met Shelly it was about a week after I moved in. She and her husband stopped over to drop of a small welcome to the neighborhood gift and to introduce themselves. From the moment I first laid eyes on Shelly I knew she was going to be the one. She was 10 to 15 years older, but still in great shape, a few wrinkles and a few gray hairs, but a pretty face and a nice body. She isn’t what you say is a beautiful woman, or a knockout, but she is attractive, desirable, and sexy. I didn’t know how, but I resolved then and there that someday, somehow, she’d be on her knees asking for permission to suck my big cock.
Over the next several weeks I had a sneaking suspicion that I was being watched, it’s one of those things, you don’t know how you know, but you do. I was sure that she was watching me around my pool. School hadn’t started yet and I had a lot of free time to lounge around and work on my tan.
I started fantasizing about Shell, the nasty things I’d make her do when I took control of her mind and body. My imagination went our of control, she was pretty, but I’d make her better, I’d have her exercise, change her hair style, maybe even her hair color, I’d change the way she dressed, and maybe I’d order her to undergo breast enlargement. Sandy was about a 40C and I thought that was a perfect size, yea, that’s what I’d do, the housewife next door would be my sex slut and I’d do whatever I wanted with her.
After several more weeks of being watched (by now I was carefully watching her watch me. I think she masturbated while watching me, but I can’t be sure) my big opportunity finally came, quite by accident.
I blew a circuit breaker in the basement and needed to borrow a flashlight to go down and flip it on. I walked across my backyard and through the gate in the fence that goes around my pool and separates my house from the Anderson’s. I walked up to the screen door off their kitchen, and just before I knocked I saw her.
Shelly was sitting back in a kitchen chair, her running shorts and panties at her knees, her legs spread, wildly frigging her pussy. The dark patch of hair glistened with the sticky juice that oozed from her, her eyes
were closed, she was in deep concentration.
I almost jumped out of my shoes when I heard her say out loud and in a pretty loud voice, “Yes, Dave, yes sir, yes Master my pussy is yours, yes Master, whatever you say, you want my ass, yes sir, I’m wiggling it for them. Oh, please, Dave, I mean, Master, please let me suck your cock while he fucks my ass, oh, thank you sir I’ll be a
good cocksucker, I promise”. I about creamed in my pants, she was fantasizing about me, she was a closet slut, and she not only fantasized about fucking me, she fantasized about being a little submissive slut.
I realized that I’d hit the jackpot! She was going to be mine, but I still had to play the hand correctly.
I didn’t want to blow the opportunity. I stood there for another 5 minutes watching her fuck herself to a huge climax, the whole time she continued to carry out a phantom conversation with me, her fantasy master.
I had decided not to confront her at the moment, but to think it through and plot out my next move. Just as I was ready to turn and sneak away, I bumped the door ever so slightly, but it was enough. Shelly’s eyes opened with a start and she stared directly into my eyes.
I held her stare without expression for a full two minutes or so. Then I turned, and walked back to my house. The act of leaving her sitting there with her fingers still in her cunt, with her legs spread, the juice
matted to her hairy mount, well, I knew leaving her without a word would prolong the situation and force her to address it with me.
I wasn’t disappointed. About 8PM that very night I heard a knock on my front door. It was Shelly
“May I come in?” She told me that it was Al’s bowling night, and that he’d be out for a few hours, and that she needed to explain. She was dressed conservatively enough, just as you’d expect from a 40 year old conservative housewife. She had on a blue button up blouse, khaki slacks, and running shoes, she wore little, if any makeup.
“I’m sorry for what you saw today. Sometimes I just need a little extra release, I hope it isn’t something that offended you, and I apologize.” She diverted her eyes, looking down, and continued, “And I’d be very appreciative if you didn’t mention this to my husband, Al, please.”
I didn’t respond, I just walked into my living room, she followed shortly.
“Dave, is all forgiven and forgotten ?” she said.
Again, I didn’t talk, I just looked towards the ceiling for a while, making her fidget a little. Then I responded, “It’s Okay, Shelly. I understand. I’ll forgive,” I gave her a sly smile and then said, “but I don’t think it’ll be very easy to forget. I’ll make you a deal, Shelly. I won’t tell your husband about our little encounter this afternoon, if you’ll do one thing for me.”
A look of relief spread across her face as she said, “Sure. Name it”.
“Well Shelly, I’d like you to tell me what you were fantasizing about,” I said.
She was shocked, and shot me an angry (and maybe a little horny) look, “I absolutely will not! You may have watched me masturbate, and I’m sure you know I was fantasizing about you, but I’ll be damned if I’ll bare my inner fantasies with a stranger. Heck, I don’t even share them with my husband!”
“Well, then, have a good night, Mrs. Anderson. Oh, and tell Mr. Anderson that I’d like to talk to him in the morning.”
“He’ll never believe you, and you have no proof. So, go ahead. As far as Al knows, I’m as pure as the driven snow. Completely innocent. Hell, I bet he thinks I don’t even like sex. So go a head Mr. Smart Ass.”
She started towards the door.
“Shell. Oh, Shelly!”, I called.
“WHAT!” she yelled as she opened the door.
“I just wanted to let you know that I’ve video taped our entire conversation. The camera is set up in the corner of the living room, behind a plant That’s why I got you into the living room before we talked. I think Al will believe whatever story I decide to tell him and if you aren’t just a little more cooperative I think I’ll embellish what did happen just a bit,” I laughed.
She literally ran to the living room. She saw the Camcorder and ran to it, popping the tape compartment .
“Shell, this what you want?” I asked as I dropped the tape in a desk drawer and slammed it shut, and locked it.
She started the bitch routine again. “Give me the damn tape, Dave, NOW! I’ll call the police.”
“Go ahead, you cunt, call the police.”
“I’ll, well, I’ll”, her voice drifted off, she knew she’d been beat. “Please Dave, can I have the tape? Your little game is over, you win”, she said, in a much quieter voice.
“Before I told you I wanted you to tell me about your fantasy, with lots of specific details. Are you saying that you’ll do that?” I asked.
“Yes,” was her meek reply.
“Since you’ve been such a bitch the last few minutes, I have another stipulation. While you’re telling me your fantasy, I want your pants and panties down and I want you frigging yourself again. This time though, I want you looking at me, rather that with your eyes closed,” I said.
“I can’t. I just can’t, I’ve never.”
I cut her off, “Listen, you married slut. You’ve been watching me, fantasizing about me, and finger fucking your hairy twat while thinking about me ever since I moved in. Isn’t that right!”
She didn’t respond.
“I SAID ISN’T THAT RIGHT, YOU CUNT!”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“SAY IT LOUDER YOU WHORE!”, I bellowed.
“YES YES YES YES YES. ARE YOU HAPPY! YES, I’VE DONE NOTHING BUT DREAM ABOUT FUCKING YOU SINCE THE FIRST DAY WE MET! THERE ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!” she yelled.
Smiling, I said, “Not as happy as I’m going to be when your slacks and pretty panties are around your ankles and you’re playing with your sloppy hole and telling me your fucking fantasy,” I said, in a low, but very serious voice.
Resigned to her fate she slid her hand to the snap of her slacks, popped it free and drug the zipper down. Her loose pants fell to her ankles revealing very sexy white thong panties with light pink bows.
“Did you wear those pretty panties for me Shell?, I mocked.
“Fuck you,” was her reply as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic waist of her panties and pulled them down past her hairy mound and to her knees. “I hope you’re satisfied, you asshole,” she said watching me watch her show.
“Get busy, you slut,” was my only reply.
She sat on my sofa ready to start.
“No, I want the sofa. You sit in the chair,” I said.
She shrugged and moved to the big overstuffed chair in the corner. Little did she know that my other video camera was pointing directly at the chair from across the room and behind another big plant.
“Wait,” I said, getting up and walking over to her. “Don’t touch yourself. I want to prove a point.” I surprised her by shoving my hand into her lap and between her legs, she snapped her legs together in an instant, trying to fend me off. Being bigger and stronger I was easily able to snake my long index finger into her hole. She sighed as I hit the mark and sank my longest finger in to the knuckle. I held it there for about 15 seconds, then slowly pulled it out, sticky goo clinging to my finger.
“This excites you, doesn’t it, Mrs. Anderson. You slut, you’re getting off on this aren’t you. You really wanted this all along, don’t deny it, your traitorous cunt tells the truth. Have you ever been this fucking wet before, Shell?”
She looked away in embarrassment.
“Well get to it girl, frig yourself and tell me your hot little story. Tell me how much you want my cock.”
She continued looking away, but began. She started by moving her finger tips in an up-and- down motion over the top of her hard little nub, warming up.
“Talk, you slut!” I reminded her.
“I need to get into it for a few minutes, would it be okay if I was silent just for a short while?” she asked with a pleading look. “Please?”
“Fine, but it better be worth it. I wanna hear a hot story, and it better be told with a little enthusiasm, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes Dave, I know what you want, and believe me, you’ll like it.”
After a couple more minutes of gentle rubbing she started. “In my fantasy you’re my master and I’m your sex slave. You control everything about my sex life, when I fuck, who I fuck, how I fuck, when I cum, everything, totally.
“You know I’m a married woman, but you don’t care. In fact, you like it better. You know I’m very ashamed that you can take me as you please, despite my marital status. You know that I love my husband and have no intention of leaving him, but you also know I’m totally devoted to you and your 8 inch cock.”
“It’s nine inches, Shell, not eight,” I corrected.
She groaned, but continued, “I fantasize about the first time you take me, and how on that very day you allow one of your friends a crack at me as well. To you I’m nothing but a possession, a cherished possession, but owned property all the same. My fantasy goes something like this.”
“On a particularly hot Sunday Al and I ask you to join us for a cook out. During the evening we all have a bit too much to drink, and as a result, at dinner you spend quite a bit of time with your hand under the table and in-between my legs. I feel helpless to resist.
“Later you sit next to me on the sofa, your muscular body just a few tantalizing inches away. You confidently let your arm slide around my petite shoulders right in front of Al, while the two of you briefly discuss current events of the day.
“When Al leaves to use the restroom, I try to break away, although unsuccessfully as your steel tight arms hold me in place. I feel your warm lips brush against my neck. I could feel my nipples harden against my blouse. Prior to your arrival I’d removed my bra and slipped on a tight cotton shirt that I tied just under my breasts. I sat quietly as your fingers grazed against my aroused and hardened right nipple. As I turned to tell you to stop, felt your warm hand beginning it’s journey up my tanned thigh.”
“I knew it had to stop, but when I opened my red painted lips to speak you leaned over, your tongue softly caressing my warm lips and slipping into my inviting mouth. At that point I knew all was lost and returned your kiss, a deep long soulful kiss, the kind that sends electric pulses through my body. I moaned softly as I felt your long index finger slip between my heated thighs until it reached the soft and wet folds of my slippery cunt. I nearly fainted as your finger caressed my sensitive clit through my thin shorts, only a thin band of material separating your finger from the inviting wetness.”
“I started a quiet moaning and humped myself against your rubbing fingers, eager to cum. As I approached release I heard my husband of twenty years walking down the hall. You heard as well. Amused, you lifted yourself up and walked to the kitchen, allowing me, your plaything, to gather my wits and rearrange my clothes before the arrival of my husband.”
“The rest of the evening was pleasant enough and at about midnight, and feeling the effects of the excessive alcohol, Al excused himself and stumbled up to our bed. I told him I’d be up as soon as I showed you out.”
“Al was out like a light. Rather than leaving, you told me to fetch an after-dinner brandy. Although apprehensive and nervous I walked to the bar and produced a small snifter of brandy. I nervously handed you your drink as you casually ordered, “Take your blouse off. I want to see your hard nipples.”
I was shocked and anxiously looked towards the stairs to my bedroom. Looking into your eyes I meekly replied, “Please, you must leave. I have never been unfaithful to my husband.”
You were angry and not accustomed to receiving no for an answer.
“Remove your blouse. Don’t make me tell you again. If I can sit on your sofa and finger you, I can see your breasts.”
Lowering my eyes, I slowly unbuttoned the three buttons holding the tied blouse together. Still looking to the floor I untied the tails of the blouse and quietly let it fall to the floor.
You sensed your control and lost no time in giving your next command, “Lose the shorts.”
Totally submissive now, I unbuttoned the top button and unzipped the tight shorts and let them fall to the floor. Modestly I returned my gaze to the floor. No man other than my husband had ever seen me naked. I was a virgin when Al and I were married 20 years ago, and I’ve been with him ever since.
Your next words were, “Spread yourself for me.”
Obediently I spread my long tanned legs, but I just couldn’t look you in the eye, my mind raced, ‘Where was I, what was she doing, would my husband see?’, I couldn’t think straight.
Amused, you lowered your right index finger and rubbed the tip against the wet folds of my little pussy. You coated your finger with the cream that oozed from my well lubricated pussy, then you smiled as you brought the finger covered with my juices to my lips to clean.
“Only a true slut would be standing naked in front of a man she barely knew,” you said, mocking me. “Are you a slut?”
Searching for words, for a justification of my situation I meekly sobbed, “I am a slut.”
“Do you fuck your husband, slut?” you asked.
“Yes,” was your reply.
“From now on the only cock you will allow in your holes will be mine,” then the shocker, “and any men I chose to let fuck your slut body,” you said.
Although humiliated, I looked up and asked, “Will you fuck me now?”
Amused at my subservience you answer was, “You’ve not earned it. I don’t have class until noon tomorrow. After Al goes to work you’ll come to my house. You and I both know that you’ll come, you need young cock, you’re a submissive slut and you just plain have to come, isn’t that right, Mrs. Anderson?”
Trying to regain just a bit of self-respect and decency I remained silent.
“Not talking Mrs. Anderson? Okay, have it your way, but just realize, if I walk out your door now, like this, that you’ll never have my cock. You’ll be worse than a slut, you’ll still be a slut, only a very, and I mean very frustrated one,” you said, getting up and walking towards the door. Just as your hand began turning the doorknob I heard myself say, in a low voice, “I’ll be there.”
“What? I couldn’t hear what you said.”
In a louder voice I said, “I’ll be there.”
With a serious look you replied, “You’ll be where, and you’ll be there because? And be specific, you whore. If I don’t completely understand the specifics of what you’re saying, and what you’re implying, then, I’m outta here now, and forever.”
Collecting all my courage, it rolled, “I’ll come to your house in the morning after my husband leaves for work. I’ll be there because I want, no I need you, to fuck me.” I looked at you for your reaction, hoping that I’d said it correctly.
“Well, alright. Never let it be said that I wasn’t willing to help a housewife in need.”, and you opened the door. Just before you closed the door you turned back to me and said, “Remember, you’re a slut. Dress appropriately. If you look hot enough I may fuck you, if you aren’t dressed like a whore then I’ll shove your ass out my front door, and if I’m in a bad mood you might be bare assed naked when I do it. That’d give the neighbors a little something to talk about, now wouldn’t it.”
You turned and walked home leaving me standing naked in my living room, breathing heavily, a streak of wetness slowly making its way down one of my long tanned legs.
The next morning I woke and went through the same morning ritual that I have for the last 20 years. After I put on my makeup I pulled on my robe and headed downstairs to see my husband off to work. I found him in the kitchen. As I leaned over to kiss him goodbye and straightened his tie, I noticed him looking at my face with a questioning look
It was the extra makeup. I thought for a minute that he was going to ask, but then he looked at his watch, gave me a pat on the butt and was out the door.
Good thing he didn’t ask, I don’t know what I’d have said. I didn’t have a ready excuse for the extra heavy amount of make up I was wearing so early in the morning. After a light breakfast I went to my room and began looking through my closet.
I chose an outfit that Al bought me for our 20th anniversary fantasy get away weekend, our 20th was 3 weeks away. Sitting on the bed I pulled on sheer black seamed hose; carefully hooking the tops to the garter clasps. I pushed my breasts together with a wonder bra and stood to check it out in the mirror.
For a lady of 40 years old I could still turn a man’s eye, even a young man of 26, I thought with a hot rush. The next stop at the closet brought a short black mini-skirt, short but very loose on the bottom. Al called it a little flippy skirt. He bought it for me because he said it’d be easy to pull up the bottom and tuck it in the waistband for a quick standup fuck, as I looked in the mirror I wondered if that was how is would happen this morning. I buttoned up a white silk blouse and carefully tucked it into the little skirt.
Finally, I opened the shoebox and pulled out a pair of three inch high heels. They were suede black leather. There really wasn’t much to them. 6 strips of leather crisscrossed the front, and a single strap around the heel, and a single strap with a tiny silver buckle went around my ankles. I rarely wore heels, and never any this high.
As I stood, a little unsure of my balance, I again looked in the mirror. I understood why Al bought the shoes. Perched on the high heels, my legs looked longer and sleeker, my ass looked firmer and rounder, and my posture forced me to stand more erect, my breasts jutting forward, the wonder bra didn’t hurt either.
After brushing my hair and checking my makeup, I was ready, catching my reflection in the mirror a final time, I smile at the finished product before me. I smiled subtly.
“Yes, Mrs. Anderson, you’ve dressed appropriately,” I said to the woman in the mirror.
As I opened my front door I got a sudden fear, my conscience reminded her that I was a married woman, married and faithful for almost twenty years. Thoughts of the previous night, and your cock, put my marriage out of my mind. I walked out the front door and turned towards your house. I was relieved that none of our neighbors were out and saw me in my slutty outfit.
Softly I knocked on your door, nervously looked around the sleepy neighborhood. Becoming anxious, I stopped knocking and twisted the gold door knob and let myself in. I saw you leisurely lounging on the sofa. You turned towards me and began sizing up what you saw. Your beautiful nine inch cock started hardening. You realized that you resist arousal for a while longer to completely mold me, the sexy and eager housewife presented before you, into your own prize sex toy.
“I see that you have dressed like a little whore. Do you dress like a tramp every morning Mrs. Anderson?”
“This is the first time,” I replied.
“Tell me what your husband would think of his wife if he could see her?” you asked.
Trembling a little, I quietly said, “I’m not sure, he trusts me.”
“When I make you mine I will mark you. Everyone will know that you are my little whore. Does that worry you?” you asked bluntly.
At the thought of being marked as your whore I could feel the temperature between my legs rise and the folds of my pussy lubricate. I felt the wetness, felt it creep down the top of my long legs, sliding slowly down, down towards the top of my stockings as I stood before you, speechless.
I was quite a sight, a 40 year old happily married housewife, standing, trembling slightly as if in heat, dressed like a whore in front of a much younger man I barely knew. Before a man who had just told me that he was going to mark me as his whore for the world to see.
I realized that I needed to fuck you more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. I knew that I’d irrevocably passed the point of no return.
“Unbutton your blouse,” came your simple order.
My fingers went immediately to the pearly white buttons and one by one released their hold. When the buttons were undone I pulled open the front, exposing my lacy wonder bra. My nipples were peaking out above the top, instinctively I wet my red lips with my tongue.
“Remove your blouse.”
I pulled it from the waist band of my little flippy skirt and let it fall uselessly to the floor.
You rose and walked to me …. reaching out to caress my hard nipples. When you pinched hard I let out a small gasp, but remained completely still and obedient.
As you continued your manipulation of my breasts the doorbell broke the silence, catching me completely surprise. You returned to the sofa and gave your next order, “Well slut, show my guest in.”
Shelly was really getting into her fantasy, her breathing was labored, her face was flushed a bright red, her forehead glistened with sweat, and her eyes never left me. It was obvious that she was building to a huge climax and was almost there.
“Shelly “, I said, no response, she just continued the fevered pace of her fingers, sticky with the cream that oozed from her slit. “SHELLY!” I said, loud enough to break her concentration. “Do you want to stop now?” I teased.
“No, I’m so close. I’m close, I’m close, I’m close”, she moaned.
“Mrs. Anderson, you mean that I’ve given you the opportunity to stop and leave, and you refuse. You want to continue finger fucking yourself in front of me?” I taunted.
“Yes. Yes. YES!” she hissed back, continuing to build.
I walked to my old Camcorder, the one I’d already shown her, stuck a tape in and walked directly in front of her and hit Record. “Mrs. Anderson, I’m recording you again, you like it don’t you.” There was no response, so I went on, “Shelly, if you don’t answer me I’m going to grab your hand, make you stop what you’re doing, and throw you out, now ANSWER me!” “Yes”, she moaned again, this time for the camera.
“Yes what, you slut”, I pushed. “And remember, I’ll stop you, and you know I can.” “Yes, I’m a slut, and yes, I want you to, OH, OH, here it is, OH, here it COMES, Oh my god, OH AH. YES, TAPE ME, GET ME, TAKE ME. OH YES!”
Shelly continued moaning and groaning for a full two minutes. I could see her cunt muscles squeezing and contracting around her probing fingers the entire time. As she started to come down from her sexual high, I firmly said to her, ” Shelly, you want more than your fantasy don’t you? You want it to be real, you want to be mine, you know it, I know it, and pretty soon the world will know it. Isn’t that right, and remember, when you answer that I’m taping you, your words and expressions are being captured on tape.”
“No, no, not really.”, she looked down, saw her hand wedged between her legs and knew. She knew she was a slut, my slut, and finally admitted it to herself, “You’re right, I’m a cheap slut, and I crave it, raunchy sex, the embarrassment of it all. I need it, I want it and have for so long.”
The words were rolling from her lips and onto tape, in fact I was amazed at how quickly she came around and how badly she really felt the need.
“Will you fuck me now?”, she asked quietly and politely. When I didn’t respond, she asked again, “Dave, will you please fuck me now? I need your big cock in me. My fingers were good, but my horny puss feels so empty. Please put your cock in me, put it in deep, deeper than any man’s been in me before, please.”
How could I refuse such a plea. “Turn around and face away from me. I won’t be fucking you face to face until you’ve earned it”, I ordered.
She turned away from me and waited. “Remember the recorder is still going, I’m getting this all on tape, that’s fine with you isn’t it? Oh, and state your name full name for the camera and ask for what you want.”
“I’m Shelly Anderson, and I need you to fuck me Dave, please, please put it in.”, she whimpered.
“Bend over and put your elbows on the floor, lay your head down, and arch your back and present me your ass.”
As she subserviently complied I knelt behind her, took my member in my right hand and guided it home.
As I began a slow steady fuck I gave Shelly a few of the key rules by which her new life would be lived. More would come later.
“You’ve become my submissive slut, you will obey me at all times. When I call, you come. You’ll have sex in any fashion I choose, you will dress as I prescribe, your primary concern will be my satisfaction. You’ll fuck your husband only when you ask for and receive my permission. “Except as I’ve said, you’ll continue with Al as in the past, I have no interest in taking a whore like you as a wife, and I have no intention of supporting you, that’s between you and Al. I’ll let you keep your new life a secret from your husband for a while, but eventually he’ll know, I’ll make sure of it. As in your fantasy, I will mark you in the near future. I’ve not decided the manner, but rest assured, I always mark my property.”
After my little speech we were both approaching orgasm, the squishy sounds of my big cock plowing her pussy from behind, and the slap of my balls against her ass were driving me closer, but I held off until Shell couldn’t control it any longer. Within 30 seconds after her release, I pulled my cock out, laid it on the top of her ass, and shot a big creamy load on her back, with a few shots of my cum stretching to her neck and hair.
“You’re a pretty good fuck Shelly, now get dressed and get your ass home, I’ll call you tomorrow, you’ll be ready, won’t you?”, I said, looking directly into her eyes with my most serious look.
“I’ll be ready”, was her soft reply.
missing chapter – Shelly’s Enlargement
It’s been 3 years since my young neighbor, Dave, has taken sexual control of my wife, Shelly. In many ways Shelly has changed a lot over the past three years. She’s 43 years old now and in superb shape. When this all started she was 40, well proportioned, and pretty in a conservative housewife sort of way. She wouldn’t have been considered a beauty in anyone’s book, but she was fairly attractive, if a little plain. Almost from the beginning, Dave has had my wife on a strenuous work out program. Now, 3 years later, she weighs in at about 130, down from 135 or so. More importantly, her muscle tone is unbelievable for a 43 year old woman. Her legs and arms are firm and solid, her stomach is trim and flat, and her ass is as tight as a 20 year old’s. Her breasts are a 37B and only sag a bit.
Shelly spends a lot of time on her appearance, she considers it her full-time job to be desirable for her young stud, her dominant master. She spends 3 days a week keeping her full body tan, sometimes sunbathing nude in our backyard, sometimes at the salon. She has her hair done twice a week, and gets a facial and manicure weekly. In addition, she spends several hundred dollars a month on clothing, lingerie and extremely suggestive outer wear that sometimes borders on truly slutty.
After three years her devotion to Dave and his cock is as strong as ever, if not more so. Unbelievably, our marriage has survived and flourished. Dave has no interest in being married to Shell, in fact, I don’t think he’d be interested in her if she wasn’t married. It’s the thrill of taking another man’s wife that drives him.
When she’s with me we have an almost perfect life together. We have many of the same interests, we read the same books, we like the same movies, we play tennis, we talk about our future, our golden years to come, everything you’d expect from a couple happily married for 23 years. Everything except sex, as I’m rarely allowed to have sex with my wife.
Our almost nonexistent sex life was reinforced last night. Although I was unaware, Dave has had Shelly keep a diary, he labeled it, “Who I Fuck by Mrs. Shelly Anderson”. In it, she has kept a tally of how many times she’s caused a man to release his load, and where in or on her body it was released. It was exactly one year ago yesterday that she began keeping the diary. I found out about it last night, Dave made her tell me a long series of statistics from it, such as.
In the past year she’s brought men to orgasm 796 times. She’s been with 42 different men, ages 17 to 63. Of the 796 loads of cum she’s taken, 440 have been Dave’s, 346 have been with 40 other men, and 10 were with me. Of the 796 loads, about half, 404, have been shot in her sweet and slippery pussy.
Of those, she was taken in the missionary position 105 times, from behind with her on her hands and knees 158 times, with the man laying on his back and Shelly riding him 70 times, from behind with Shelly standing 61 times, and in other ways 10 times.
Men have cum in her pretty mouth 260 times, 180 times with the man sitting and Shelly on her knees before him, 32 times with Shelly laying on her back getting tit fucked then plowed in the mouth at the end, 40 times with Shelly just getting face fucked while laying on her back and taking a cock down her throat, and 8 times in other ways.
She’s taken it up her tight asshole 75 times, and had men come on the outside of her body 21 times, although she didn’t keep records, she said that most who came outside her body, came on her face.
After hearing the details, I was amazed at the extent to which my wife has been a sex toy for others. I knew that she was with Dave a lot, and I knew that Dave loaned her to others from time to time, but I had no idea that she was being used so much, despite my fucking her so little.
The rules for sex between my lovely wife and I have also developed over the past few years. I can fuck her only when I ask Shelly to ask Dave for me, for permission. Even then, I can’t ask more than once every two weeks. It can’t conflict with any other duties that Shelly may have, and it can’t be on any day when Dave plans to have her later. When we do fuck Shelly can’t wear makeup or any of the slutty outfits that she taunts other men with, we can only do it in the missionary position, and I have to be done in 15 minutes. Shelly wears a long nightgown with a slit in the front. She turns out the lights, pulls the slit in her nightgown apart and I fuck away. Dave has warned her not to come, or derive pleasure when we fuck. As a result, she watches educational TV while I fuck her. I can’t remember the last time I saw her naked, although I do see her dressed in some pretty slutty outfits as she prepares for her dates. This way, Dave indirectly controls me as well as Shelly. He knows that I won’t get in the way, or cause trouble, because if I do, he’ll cut me off for a longer period. In fact, beginning about two months ago, I even have to get permission from Dave to jack myself off in between fucks with Shell. He told me that if he even thinks that I’ve done it without permission, that I won’t get any pussy for three months.
This afternoon Shelly came home from Dave’s at about 6PM and started preparing our dinner. She didn’t have time to change or clean up, so when I got home at 6:15, she looked just like she had when she left Dave. Her hair was a little messy, she wore a formfitting top that would remind you of a one piece bathing suit, but partially sheer, her nipples were visible from 6 feet or so, but not overly visible at a distance, unless you looked hard. She wore a peach colored skirt, very full, but very short, in fact when she reached to get plates from the cupboard it rose a couple of inches exposing her stocking tops and garter snaps. Her stockings were a shear smoky color and she wore peach colored pumps to match her skirt, as always, 3-4 inches and very delicate.
As she reached for drinking glasses on a higher shelf I could see a glob of Dave’s pearly white cum clinging to the inside of her stocking covered thigh and beginning to slide down, making a long stain on her pretty stockings. When she turned and saw me staring, she looked down to see what I was looking at, when she saw it, her face turned a bright red, but she didn’t say a word, she just continued to get our supper ready. I thought it was sweet that she was embarrassed by it, even after three years.
We had a pleasant dinner, as we always do. I told her about my day at work, and she told me about the things she needed to get done around the house. As we were standing together, after dinner, doing the dishes, she said “Al, I don’t know how to tell you this.” and she looked down, embarrassed.
“Well, Shell, after everything that’s happened, you can tell me, after all, what haven’t I heard already”, I said in a comforting tone and placed my hand on her shoulder, reassuring her.
“Well it’s hard to.”, she looked away again.
“It’s Okay honey, no matter what it is, I promise I’ll understand”, I assured her.
“I’ll be”, she paused again. “I’ll be going away for a six weeks starting next Monday. There I got it out. I’ll hire a housekeeper to take care of things while I’m gone. Will you be okay?”, she asked.
Now Shell had gone away with Dave on wild weekends before. In fact he took her to his 10 year high school reunion back in Illinois and fucked her around, sharing her with his old buddies, but she’d never been gone more than a few days.
“Why so.”, I barely got out and she replied,” I’ll be in the hospital for a day and in recovery for about 6 weeks, I’ll be in California.”
“What? Are you okay? What’s wrong, are you sick, tell me”, I asked, very concerned. The first thing that went through my mind was that she was sick.
“No it’s not that, Al, I’m okay. In fact, I can’t remember feeling better. Dave told me this morning that he’s having my breasts enlarged and he wants me out of sight during the recovery. He’ll be with me as I go into surgery, but as soon as the Doctors tell him everything’s okay, he’s having a friend pick me up and take care of me until I heal 100%. He said he wants the full effect of seeing me as a 37B and then a”, she stopped.
“As a what”, I prodded, “What’s he going to do to you”.
“He, He, oh Al, he’s going to enlarge my breasts to a 44DD”, she said with obvious concern in her voice. “I told him it was too much, that I’d look gross, I told him I’d be happy to firm up what I have, even to have an implant to go to a 39 or 40.”, she started to cry just a little, “but a 44, and a double D, no less. I asked, no begged him to reconsider, but he’s, well he’s set on turning me into his dream slut. He says there’ll be more changes later, not so dramatic as the boob job, but enhancements just the same.” She was a bit sullen and looked squarely at the floor.
“You don’t have to do it honey, you can walk away from him any time, he’s told you that before. If you don’t want to do it, don’t.”, I said, trying to help.
She just looked at me and shook her head, “You don’t get it do you, you just don’t understand. I want to do it, I want to do whatever it takes to please him. I need to be his plaything. I can’t explain it, but if it’s what he wants, then it’s what I want. That’s why it’s so upsetting to me, the thought of it, the thought of our neighbors and friends, your co-workers, your boss, the thought of them seeing me as a 44DD. Up to this point, except for the men that Dave has me fuck, I’ve been able to keep the fact that I’m a submissive sex slut, a secret. It makes me unbelievable hot to think about what people will think and say when my huge new tits make it impossible for me to hide it any longer.” Giving me a devilish smile, she continued, “And what will they say about you, honey.”
The following week she prepared for her trip and arranged for a housekeeper. After going back and forth in her own mind for several days on what she would tell our friends and neighbors about her absence, in the end she decided to just go without telling anyone or making up any stories. She concluded that when she got back that it would be obvious to everyone where she went and why, so why lie about now. It was hard to argue with her logic, but I still wondered what I’d say if someone asked where she was. She told me that it was my problem, that I could say whatever seemed the right thing, depending on who I was talking to.
The day she left I took the morning off work to be with her. I watched her pack her things, and interestingly enough, except for the outfit she wore, she didn’t take any of her slutty clothes. She’d bought sensible panties, cotton socks, loose slacks, and comfortable blouses. Considering that she’d be dressing so conservatively, I wondered why she hadn’t packed any bras. Then it occurred to me, after the first day, they wouldn’t fit. She was going off to be changed. She’d would no longer be my sweet, conservative housewife, even if she wanted to. After her operation she’d be pure top grade prime slut, all the time, impossible to hide. She finished packing her suitcase and dressed for the trip, again, away from me as I wasn’t able to see her completely naked.
I heard the backdoor, footsteps in the kitchen. It was Dave. “Hi Al, where’s our girl?”
“She’s getting dressed, she should be about ready”, I replied.
“Well, why don’t I just check on her”, Dave smiled. He walked to the bedroom door and opened it. Before entering he turned around, looked at me, and said, “You know I’m going to fuck her, don’t you Al.” I nodded, yes.
“I’m feeling particularly nasty tonight Al. I think I’m just going to walk up, bend her over and shove my dick in her tight ass. I’ll grab hold of those little 37B’s for one last butt fuck before she’s a new woman. man, just thinking about it is getting me hot and ready to fuck. Well, gotta get your wife fucked and there’s not much time, got a plane to catch you know” he smiled and shut the door behind him. You might think it would be
a problem, Dave just bending her over for an ass fuck, but it’s not. Shelly always keeps herself lubricated for just such an occasion. After one dry fuck about a year ago, she’s never been without a slippery asshole.
I could hear Shelly moaning and talking to him in the next room. I should have left, but I just couldn’t. I wanted to see her off, after all, it would be 6 weeks before I’d see my bride again. After only 5 minutes or so of Shell’s moaning and the clanging and banging of the dresser, he bent her over and had her place her hands on the dresser for balance, I heard Dave give a loud groan, “TAKE MY CUM, YOU WHORE”. He yelled it loud enough that I was worried about someone outside could hear.
About 30 seconds later he yelled, “Al, come on in here and get Shell’s luggage, come on now, we’re going to be late.”
I walked in, unprepared for what I saw. My wife was still bent over, holding the top of the dresser. She wore red heels, red stockings, and a short red cocktail dress that was thrown up on her back. Dave was still standing behind her, his cock lodged in her ass. Dave then gave two orders, both in the same breath, “Dave, take her bags to the car” was the first, and “clean me off, slut”, was the second. With that, I watched my wife of 23 years stand, dislodge her master’s cock from her ass, turn around and kneel before him, and lick and suck his cock clean. To say the least, I was stunned. “Get the fucking bags Al”, Dave yelled, as Shelly sucked his prick, “haven’t you ever watched a whore give a blow job?” He laughed as I picked up her bags and carried them to the car.
Dave and Shelly left, Dave’s cum still packed into my wife’s ass. At the airport Dave was a perfect gentleman, carrying Shell’s luggage, opening doors, and taking care of all the details. Other than sex, Dave never imposes on Shell. She doesn’t cook or clean or do any work for Dave, just sex.
SIX WEEKS LATER
Shelly called from the airport, telling me she’d get a cab and be home in a half hour. I was apprehensive to say the least. My pretty wife of 23 years has gone off to have her bust enlarged from a 37B to 44DD. I had no idea what to expect, but I sure knew the change would be noticeable.
I heard a car door open and close. I heard a key in the front door, and I watched it slowly open. I stood, motionless, my mouth agape, without words. My lovely wife stood before me in a short red dress made of a fairly shiny material, spaghetti straps over her shoulder. The bodice was low and square cut, the top 3rd of her now enormous tits pushed up and were on display. It looked as though she was wearing a pushup bra, but she wasn’t. The implants were large, firm, and tight, making her tits stand out firm and high and she had extremely pointy nipples, they couldn’t be seen through the material, but they made large and hard protrusions through the front of her dress. There’d be no question in anyone’s mind when they saw her, it was obvious that she had a boob job. A particularly large and artificial looking one at that. Her new chest had a really slutty look to it, obviously meant for only one thing, to turn men on.
MY NEIGHBOR’S SEX SLAVE, MY WIFE Part 4 DAVE AND JIM GO TO THE OPERA
It was about 8 p.m. and Shelly and I were watching TV. Shell hadn’t seen Dave for two days, he’d been out of town and was unable to take her with him, as he frequently does. Since her young master was out of town she was
able to dress and look however she pleased. She’d just come out of the shower and her hair was wet, she didn’t have any makeup on, and she wore a long white terri cloth robe. Even so, she was an erotic sight with her silicone enlarged breasts, now huge and pushing out the front of her robe making two large tents. It was Mid March and warm weather was just around the corner. Shell and I were talking about the garden, and the type of flowers we wanted to plant when Spring weather arrived.
Despite my wife’s enormously large and rather fake looking new tits, we carry on around our friends and neighbors as if nothing has changed. We know they talk a blue streak behind our backs, but we just pretended that nothing’s happened, it’s just easier that way. Of course none of them have the nerve to just come out and ask, “Mrs. Anderson, why did you have your rather average bust enlarged to whorish proportions?” We just go about our lives, as best we can. Oh, it’s tough at times, Shelly has a lot of trouble finding dresses that fit. Her body is grossly out of proportion. If the bottom fits then the top is way too small, if the top fits, then the bottom hangs like a tent.
As a result, she’s taken to wearing primarily skirts and tops, items that can be purchased and sized separately. She is still a size 8 on the bottom, but is a 44DD on top. Wherever we go, people stare. I know there are a lot of women out there with a big bust, some as large as my wife. However, very, very few are as trim and firm everywhere else, and I doubt any have tits that stand as firm, virtually perpendicular to her body. Fewer yet, if any, that go braless and dress like my wife.
At any rate, I’m wandering, Shell and I were having a lazy evening at home, watching a little TV. The phone rang. I answered, it was Dave calling from the airport, he wanted to talk to Shelly.
“Hello, yes, yes I have. But, but, Dave, Al’s sitting right here listening, what ?” I watched as she became silent, listening for several minutes. Her face was turning a light shade of pink. She slipped her left hand in between the folds of her robe, “yes sir, your cunt’s wet and ready. Yes I have.” She looked at me, the shame visible in her eyes, “I’ve really missed your cock these past two days and I’m …”, she looked away, “I can’t wait until it’s between my legs and lips again.” By now her hand was moving steadily underneath her robe, her breathing was becoming more labored, and her face redder. “When, okay, yes, 6 p.m., I’ll be there.” A disappointed look crossed her face, “yes, I’m stopping”, and she withdrew her hand, sticky juice clinging to her fingers. “No, no. I can’t, okay, okay, please, okay I will”, with that she hung up the phone and walked over to me.
She held out her hand, her juice still warm and fragrant, “open your mouth Al, Dave wants you to taste me.” Stunned, I hesitated for a minute. I’d never, ever been a part of their little games. Evidently I’d waited a little too long, “Dave said that if you don’t lick it clean that you won’t get laid for 3 months.”
What could I do ? Sixty seconds later the only thing on her fingers were her gold wedding band and a little of my saliva Her cunt frustrated, she went to bed. Dave had given her three orders on the phone, the first was to have me lick her hand clean, the second was for her not to come, and the third was to be at his house at 6 p.m. the next day. Dave told her he was double dating with an old college friend, that they were going in to Chicago for a grand night at the opera, to a fine restaurant, and an exciting night on the town.
The next day Shelly was excited, to say the least. Dave had, in the past, taken Shell into the city. He didn’t mind being seen in public with her, in fact, he enjoyed showing off my wife as his hot date, an older woman hot to trot. Chicago was 50 miles away and the chances of being seen by someone we know is slim.
Shelly wanted to do it up right. She took her entire cloths allowance for the month and bought an outfit suitable for the opera, but also appropriate for her role as Dave’s sex slave. The dress was ivory colored satin. It was long, going from her neck to just below mid-calf. It wasn’t low cut at all, but it was knockout hot all the same. It was completely backless, dipping down to just above the swell of her firm ass. In front, the top was solid from the collar down. It was, however, not very wide in front. Given her huge chest, it was pushed out enough in front that about half of her big tits were visible from the side. It wasn’t see through, you couldn’t make out her big brown nipples, but you could certainly tell where they were, as the material was thin enough that they made obvious points on the front of the gown. She wore large elaborate earrings, long ivory colored gloves, and a gold bracelet on her left hand. The bracelet was given to Shell by Dave for her 43rd birthday. The inscription on the inside was simple, “To my slave, Shelly Anderson”.
Shelly wore sheer thigh high stockings, the kind that hold themselves up without a garterbelt. She went without the garterbelt because it would have made obvious bumps through the tight dress. It wasn’t that she was unwilling to have them show through and put on a little display for Dave, she just didn’t think he’d want her to be quite so obvious at the opera. To finish off the ensemble she wore elegant 3 inch ivory colored pumps, not as sluttish as most of her shoes, but elegantly sexy.
My wife had a manicure, her long fingernails were expertly done in a dark pink. She’d had her hair done just the way Dave loves it, teased and big, but it was nicely styled and look sensuous rather than slutty. At 5 she dressed and put on her makeup, she was as giddy as a school girl as she got ready. You’d have thought she was preparing for the prom. At five till six she came into the living room. I was stunned. I stared at the magnificent creature before me. I can honestly say that I’ve never seen anyone, in person, that looked so good. She was truly impressive. She looked stylish and elegant, and was drop dead sexy all at the same time. She was as excited as I’ve ever seen her, she’d prepared all day for her big night on the town and now it was time.
I kissed her on the cheek, couldn’t mess up the pink lipstick that matched her nails, and watched her beautiful ass move from side to side as she walked to the house next door.
Shell, full of excitement went to Dave’s door, it opened, and she went in.
I was very surprised when she showed up back at home 50 minutes later, a little disheveled, but still decked out in all her finery. When she came in it was easy to see that she was not in a good mood, after a several minutes of badgering I finally got her to tell me what happened.
Shelly went to Dave’s door and turned the knob to see if it was open. If it’s unlocked she’s supposed to go inside, find Dave, and announce that she’s there and available.
She walked into house and down the entry hall towards the family room, her stylish high heels making a tell tale clicking noise as she walked, advertising her presence. She walked through the doorway to the family room and saw both men. They were dressed casually in jeans and T-shirts. Their cloths surprised and confused her, but she continued with the routine, “I’m Shelly, Mrs. Alan Anderson, I’m here and I’m totally available to you.”
“Whoa Shelly, you look fabulous”, Dave said, in a loud voice, smiling from ear to ear. I told Jim here that you were a beauty, but you’ve outdone yourself tonight, my little slut.”
Shelly smiled, happy that her extra preparation showed, and pleased Dave.
“Dave, may I speak ?”, she asked, looking at Dave’s feet.
“Yes, Pet, you can talk. But first let me introduce you to my friend. Shelly, this is Jim Smith. Jim and I were undergraduate roommates for 2 years, and we’ve been close ever since.” “Jim, I’d like to present the neighbor lady”, he said with a wry little smile. “As she told us a minute ago, her name is Shelly Anderson, that’s Mrs. Anderson. She’s married to my neighbor, Al.
As Shelly blushed, a deep, humiliating red, Dave went on, “She’s a complete slut, my little married whore, a 43 year old fucking machine. She can give a blow job like nothing you’ve ever felt, she can suck like a shop vac and has a hot tongue that she knows how to use. She can, and I’ve watched her, take a ten inch black cock all the way down her delicate white throat.
Not only can she use her mouth, but she can fuck, oh how she can fuck. She’s an older woman, 43, but has cunt that’s both tight and gets sloppy wet when she feels the slightest bit of shame or humiliation. I bet she’s got a wet pussy right now. She knows how to use her body too, if you push her over on her hands and knees and slip it to her from behind, she’ll give you a slow grind for a while, as long as her hot little pussy can take it slow. Then, when her hot box really gets excited she’ll start really moving her ass. She has a way of whipping her ass up and down, really moving it on a hard dick, it’ll drive you wild. And if you think her pussy’s tight, just wait until you slip your cock in her backside, she’s got the hottest asshole I’ve ever been in. She can really let go when she’s taking it in her tight hole, she slings her ass, hunching it up and down until your poor cock just can’t hold out any longer, in short, she’s the best ass fuck you’ll ever have.”
“She was an asshole virgin when I met her, but I fixed that pretty quick, now didn’t I Shell?”
“Yes Dave”, was her short reply.
By now my wife was a deep shade of red, and Dave was right, her slit was wet and slippery. Her ass was as well, since she kept it ready with KY at all times.
“Now, Shell, my sweet, what did you want to say?”, Dave asked.
“Did I dress correctly for the opera? I thought it’d be formal, but you’re wearing jeans.”, she said in a quiet voice.
Dave and Jim looked at each other, perplexed. “Well, yes Shelly, the opera is formal, very formal. In fact, we have tuxedos. It doesn’t start until 9 though.”
Dave and Jim sat on the sofa, leaving my wife standing. Jim asked Dave, “Why’s she so decked out. Don’t get me wrong, I love the way she looks, I just didn’t expect a woman who’s, well, such a slut, to look so classy.”
“Well, Shell”, Dave asked. “Why ARE you dressed so formally?”
“For the opera?”, she said questioningly, not understanding what was going on.
“Your kidding.”, Dave said looking at Shell. Then he understood, she thought he was taking her to the opera. Somehow he either misled her or she hadn’t followed what he’d said. Either way, she thought he was taking her. Dave thought it was an excellent opportunity to reinforce his domination, and really humiliate my girl.
“You thought I was taking you to the opera?”, Dave said, smiling at Shell. “You do look great, a regular wet dream, but you didn’t really expect that I’d be taking you to such a high class public function, did you? I’m afraid it just wouldn’t do.” Dave stopped for a moment, “You really fill out that dress, Shell”, he said smiling. “But look at those tits babe, you’re a cow. I can’t take you to a place like the opera looking like a whore, a high priced whore, but a whore none the less. I wanted you here at six because we don’t have to leave until 7 to pick up our dates.”
Dates? Shelly didn’t understand what was going on.
“Jim and I are taking two young ladies to the opera. Graduate assistants from the university. It’s a first date for both of us. And since it’s a first date, and a very formal function to boot, I didn’t figure we’d be getting laid during our time with the girls.”
Shelly was beginning to understand, she was there to be used, they just wanted to dump some cum in her.
Dave decided that he’d reinforce Shelly’s position as his plaything, and demonstrate to Jim just how obedient she was, he was also sure that she’d get off on the humiliation of the situation as well. “Shelly”, he said bluntly, “I wanted you here at six for two reasons. First, I wanted to show my buddy, Jim here, a real live sex slave, I don’t think he really believed you existed, or if he did, he didn’t believe that you’d do anything, absolutely anything I order. Second, I wanted to make sure we had plenty of time to get fucked, my dear.”
Here was my wife, all dolled up, professionally done makeup and hair, perfume, nice jewelry, and dressed in the snazziest, classiest outfit she’s ever wore. She’s a mature 43 years old woman standing in front of two young men, being told that, as far as they’re concerned, she’s just a fuck. Very beautiful and desirable, and well put together, but just a fuck none the less.
Most women would have been offended to tears, or would have just left. Not my Shelly. She was humiliated beyond belief and her head was down. Her pussy however, betrayed her true nature. A few minutes earlier her slit had been moist. It now gushed with the natural lubricant of a woman primed to fuck.
She was ready to be taken, really needed it, and Dave knew it.
Dave got up, walked over to Shelly and stood directly behind her. “You know Jim, this slut’s really got me ready for a fuck. I know you’re a guest and all, but I’m going to take a quick fuck just to get things started.”
Jim was stunned, and mindlessly nodded his head.
Reaching both hands around my wife, Dave cupped his hands over Shelly’s enormous breasts, teasing the big nipples, making them stand out even more on the front of her dress. He said with a chuckle, “You know Jim, with a neighbor like this, who needs a girlfriend.”
Then Dave’s demeanor changed, it took on some urgency. “Okay Shell let’s get to it”, he said matter of factly as he roughly pinched both nipples, catching Shelly off guard and causing my wife to take a sharp intake of air.
He bent down and roughly grabbed the hem of her skirt and jerked it up. It was fairly tight and took a little maneuvering to get it bunched up around her thin waist. Dressed in the stylish heels and thigh high stockings, without panties, standing with her feet shoulder length apart in front of a complete stranger, my bride was about to be soundly fucked by her young master.
Dave slid his right hand around her waist and used his left hand to push her forward a bit, bent at the waist at a slight angle. With his left hand he unsnapped his jeans, pulled down the zipper and pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees. He grabbed his now hard prick and positioned the head at the opening of Shelly’s pussy. In her slightly bent over position her cunt fanned open, wet, ready, and ripe to be fucked.
Dave grabbed Shelly’s hips with both hands for leverage and pushed all nine inches in with one mighty thrust. She’s very tight, despite having a sloppy wet cunt, and it took a hard push to embed his entire prick in one thrust. The quickness and the force took Shell by surprise and she let out a little shriek.
After sinking his prick in to the hilt he stopped, didn’t move. After a few seconds Shelly started using her well practiced cunt muscles to squeeze his cock, to entice him on, to get him going.
He remained still.
“Shelly, honey, don’t you think that Jim would like to see your big whore tits while I fuck you?”, Dave said.
“Yes Sir”, and with that she used one hand to reach the collar of her dress, and unhook the snap behind her neck. The entire top of the pretty dress was held in place by the collar and when it dropped, her 44 double D’s were on display, the big hard nipples pointing invitingly at Jim.
Shelly smiled with pride as she saw the look of pure lust on Jim’s face as he gazed at her big firm tits, swaying before him.
At about the same time her tits came into view Dave started pounding, and I mean pounding her pussy from behind. He snapped his ass in long, deep, hard thrusts that left Shelly panting. Dave was hot and ready to pop. After only about 3 minutes he dumped a big load of warm sperm into my wife. Meanwhile, Shelly was still humping his cock. She hadn’t cum, but wanted to in the worst way.
“Stop. Stop, stop moving your little ass, girl, or I’ll slap it. She stopped moving on his prick, but it was tough, she wanted to cum so bad.
“Clean me”, he simply said.
My wife dislodged his cock, turned around and knelt before him. Her dress wrinkled and bunched, the hem pulled up, and the top hanging uselessly at her waist. Globs of white cum rolled out of her used pussy and came to rest on her pretty stockings as she knelt, licking their combined juices off his cock. When she’d thoroughly cleaned him Dave said, “Well Jimmy me boy, you’re up to bat. Just tell the little whore what you want and she’ll do it.”
Shell turned to Jim, a look of pure whorish lust on her face. Still on her knees, she crawled on all fours towards him. “Drag those big cow tits babe”, Dave told Shell.
She lowered her body a bit, her big nipples dragging along the carpet as she crawled toward the young stranger that would soon fuck her.
“If it’s okay Dave, I think I’d just like to lay back and have her, well, you know, do it.”, Jim said, tentatively. “Don’t tell me Jimmy, tell the slut. Don’t mince any words either, the whore likes to hear it down and dirty, she gets off on it, don’t you Shell?”
“Yes, I want to hear it, tell me how you want me fucked, tell me I’m a whore, a slut, a cunt, humiliate me, do it, I need it.”, Shelly hissed.
Jim perked up, taking charge of the situation, “Mrs. Anderson, you old cunt, get over here. If you want my cock so bad get in my pants and fish for it. Come on, get with it you whore.” Shell unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down and off. His cock was erect and made a large tent in his jockeys. Shell pulled his shorts off, his prick bouncing out and upward, bending slightly. It’s purple head staring at her. “Get it wet slut”, Jim barked.
Shelly alternated between licking up and down the veined shaft and sucking his hairy balls. After only a couple of minutes Jim, had her stop. Her cocksucking talents were about to make him lose his load in her mouth, something he didn’t want to do at the moment. He wanted her pussy, he wanted to fuck my wife, not blow in her mouth. Jim laid back on the floor, propping a pillow behind his head, “Ride my cock you two bit whore”. Shelly crawled up his body, dragging her big fake tits along its length, stopping when her nipples were dangling above his face as she slipped her hot sheath over his prick. She dropped her cunt all the way down in one fluid motion. “Oh, my, oh my.”, Jim moaned as my wife rode his cock, actively fucking her body on him. All the time at the Gym paid of as Shell had superb strength and endurance, giving the boy a very active and hot fuck for a full 15 minutes. “Oh, Oh, you bitch, oh, my, oh, my I’m going to cum, I’m going to come. Mrs. Anderson, you cunt, you’re going to make me cum. You’re old enough to be my mother, and your the best fuck I’ve, oh, my, here it comes, AH.”
Jim added his load to Dave’s in my wife’s tight, but well used pussy. When he was done, and she rose, a long strand of whitish come still connected her cunt to the end of his prick. When she stood a small stream of cum trickled down her thigh, collecting around the top of her stockings.
“Shelly, I think we’re about done with you. Be nice and clean up Jim here and I’ll let you have the release you want so badly.”, Dave said.
Shelly dropped back to her knees and, with her mouth, cleaned the sticky residue from Jim’s cock and balls. “Okay baby, get up on the sofa, spread your legs and get yourself off, and tell us what a whore you are as you frig that hot cunt.”
“Yes Dave, I’m your whore, I do whatever you want, I’ve fucked countless men for you, oh, oh, oh, yea, I’ve whored my body before, just because you thought it’d be fun to see me sell it, oh, oh, YES. Oh, yes.”, Shelly’s pussy spasmed in a clenching orgasm and she slid to the floor, her legs splayed apart, her adulterous cunt open and on display.
“Shell, time for you to leave. Jim and I need to get ready for our dates.”
With that, Shelly pulled up the top of her rumpled dress, reattached the collar, and pulled down and smoothed the dress bunched at her waist. Several wet cum spots decorated the back. She left the men and came home, their cum still dripping from her pussy.