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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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She pulled the duvet back up over her, as she watched her husband put on his dressing gown. Her hand

reaching for her pussy before he had even shut the door on his way out.

She loved him, he was a good man and she couldn’t think of anyone else she wanted to cuddle up to on

a cold night, or just get through the mundane with so she could put up with this duty. Every Sunday

morning, he would enter her, 30 seconds later she would feel him tense and that was it for another

week, he would go for a shower and then bring her a cup of post-orgasm tea before setting off for golf.

Her sex life was non-existent. She reached up and behind her, sliding open her bedside draw. She

reached in and retrieved the life-like cock she needed. She slid the draw shut quietly hoping her

husband didn’t hear. For a second she wondered why she was so worried? Was it that she didn’t want

him to know he wasn’t enough? Or was she ashamed of being a secret slut?

Memories flooded back to her, sucking a huge cock while some dirty old men stood and watched hoping

they would get there turn, her legs wide open and her fingers rubbing small circular motions around her

clit. She brought the cock to her lips, remembering how it used to feel, licking the top before putting it

inside her mouth.

She closed her eyes and imagined the group of men stood at her feet, all getting their cocks out. She

threw the duvet off and spread her legs, pushing her fingers inside her, reaching for her husband’s

semen, whilst sucking on the plastic cock. Her cum covered middle finger moved towards her tight

arsehole and pushed its way inside. In her mind, the cock in her mouth was real, about too spunk into

her throat and four men ranging in age from college-age to pensioner stood wanking their hard cocks at

her feet wishing it was them pushing spunk inside her.

Her husband stood outside the door, listening, his was hard again. He wished he could do that whilst she

was there, but he couldn’t. Sexually he couldn’t perform when he saw her, she turned him on so much,

if he even thought about her in that way he would ejaculate. He put the soft material of her knickers to

his nose and sniffed. He imagined her in there. He imagined that her orgasm was being given to her by

two huge cocks, he imagined her being used roughly. He could hear her and knew she was about to

cum, not the fake orgasm that she had done 5 minutes ago, but a real powerful orgasm.

She bit her lip to stifle the noise. She had the whole seven-inch cock up her pussy and her fingers rubbed

at her clit with powerful strokes. Her breathing was fast and hard, her heart pumping. In her mind she

was in the gym, watching those powerlifters as they had put down their weights and gathered round

her, watching and wanking as she was pushed to the floor and violated. The noises escaped from her

mouth as her body arched and her orgasm exploded deep inside her.

Her husband stood in the hall, her knickers now held under his four-inch cock, ready to catch his semen.

As he came in them, his mind was full of his favourite vision, his wife stood in their kitchen after

returning home, she was leaning against the worktop, holding her short skirt up to her waist. Her white

cotton knickers, half way down her thighs held taught by the spread of her legs, her pussy lips swollen

and a patch of strangers cum over the gusset. In his mind he heard her order him to “get your tongue

and clean up that dirty mess”; he obliged licking and sucking the soft material wishing with all his heart

that one day he would be doing that for real.

She slipped the plastic phallus out of her and brought it to her mouth, licking every inch clean. Smiling to

herself as she did, remembering with a fondness her old life. He slipped her knickers back into the

laundry basket and stepped into the running shower. Both of them finally satisfied.

She could hear her husband just getting out of the shower, he liked very long Sunday morning showers.

It was part of the whole weekly sex routine. They would wake, he would get up and go make a cuppa,

bringing it back they would sit and chat. He would be off to golf, and they would have the same

conversations. As soon as the cup went back on the bed side table he would be rubbing her thigh. She

knew the routine, thigh rub, bit of tit sucking, quick finger in the pussy then she would be there legs

open and he would be between them, holding his little dick in his hand. If it wasn’t that she always had

her eyes open, she wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between that and his finger. Occasionally he

would pique her interest by whispering “you love cock don’t you slut” in her ear but mostly when he

said those words she wanted to scream “yes, now go get me one”. If she could get away without doing

it, she would. She would rather go straight for the plastic, but she couldn’t do that in front of him. He

didn’t even know about it, and he certainly didn’t know about any other toys she had. No, they were

married, she was his wife and wives had sex with their husbands, but it didn’t stop her dreaming,

fantasizing, remembering.

It had been the same for ten years. Sex on a Sunday, he would then put on his dressing gown, pick up

the washing to take to the bathroom, and delight in a nice long hot shower while she kept herself sane

by doing what he was unable to. Normally when she came, she would feel a massive relief and the horny

sexy feeling would subside quickly, but today she wanted more. She could feel a resentment building

inside her that she had never felt. Her life was great but when did she make a choice that her only real

sex was a tiny cock stuffed into her for less than a minute, once a week. She needed more.

He brought in the cup of tea and set it down next to her. She thought he looked good in his golfing

clothes; he was a good-looking man, just a shame she thought as she glanced down to his crotch.

He watched her eyes, as she looked him up and down and she seemed to fixate on his crotch. He felt a

sense of panic, but he knew her and was safe in the knowledge that the panic was pointless. He knew

she never wanted his tiny little cock, so she wouldn’t try pull it out now and discover the lacy red

knickers he was wearing. Today was different though. Not for him, but for her.

She reached forward and rubbed his crotch. He froze with fear but he could feel himself instantly harden

under her touch. She threw off the duvet revealing her gorgeous body and spreading her legs, revealing

her swollen wet pussy lips. Panic spread across his face.

“You look panicked”, she said to him.

“I am fine, just shocked, what are you doing?” He asked, gingerly.

“Well you said it, I love cock and I am a slut”

His face had fear and confusion all over it.

“That is, I am sorry, I just, its just .. dirty talk. It just makes .. I thought you liked it” he tried to come out

with some form of an apologetic explanation as to why he had spoken to her that way. He looked

crestfallen, as if his world was coming apart.She smiled at him. “I do like it, and I feel like being a slut. I want to be a cock loving slut” She swung her

legs off the edge of the bed so she sat naked in front of him. He stood in front of her like a child head

bowed not looking at her.

“But let’s face it, you are not going to cut it with that” she rubbed through his trousers.

His head felt like it was about to explode, visions of her shot into his mind, jealous thoughts, sexy

thoughts, he couldn’t focus. Thoughts of her having an affair spun around, images of her sitting on his

friends naked bodies. He felt himself stumble as he heard he say “secret”. He was flicking between

anger at the thought of her affair, excitement at the thought of her being a porn star and weak at the

thought of is wife not finding him masculine enough, but he knew his cock was hard, harder than it had

ever been before. He could feel it rubbing against the red lace of her knickers.

He sat down next to her and simply said “secret?”

She reached forward and pulled out the plastic cock. Showing him it, she licked the tip, before cheekily

putting the first inch or two in her mouth.

“Wow!” he sat looking at his wife, smiling at her. He had forgotten his dilemma with her underwear. She

stopped sucking it, and handed it to him, turning herself around and bending over the bed doggystyle.

She looked over her shoulder at him, “Come on, fuck me with that and make me a slut”.

He didn’t need further instruction, and was soon stood behind her, ramming the dildo in and out of her.

She looked over her shoulder and watched, noting she hadn’t seen that look on his face before. She

reached down with her hand between her legs and started to rub her clit as he worked the cock inside

of her.

“My arse! She screamed, “finger my arse”

He moved so he was slightly sideways on, and licked his middle finger on his free hand, inserting it into

her tight anus. She bucked back and forth, screaming “Fuck me”.

She stopped rubbing her clit, and reached for his hand, taking the dildo off him, she continued its

motion in and out of her. She glanced over her shoulder.

“Get your clothes off” she barked at him. He ripped his shirt and jumper off, panicked a little as he

realised he was still wearing her knickers. She buried her head in the pillow and he slipped them down,

feeling a sigh of relief as he kicked them under the bed.

He took his place behind her and she let go of the cock, returning her hand to her circular motions on

her clit. He resumed his fucking motion.

“I want you to fuck me in the arse”.

He started to withdraw the toy, and she shouted at him, “Leave that in, put your cock in my arse as

well”.

He tried to oblige but found it difficult. He let go of the plastic and she soon gripped it; she was ramming

it inside herself. “Get your cock inside me now!”

He looked down and spread her arse cheeks with his hand and spat, using that to lubricate her. He

managed to get the tip in, before he felt himself lose control and explode his semen inside her. He

pulled out and she looked at him, he could sense the disappointment.

She came shortly afterwards and screamed what a dirty slut she was. Her husband was shocked, never

having heard her really let go. He liked it and told her.

“That was beautiful to see. I am sorry I couldn’t last I was so turned on” He expected her to be quieter

now, to settle and tell him she loved him, but instead she turned to look him with an angry look on her

face.

“pathetic, absolutely pathetic”, she motioned with her hand for him to lay down. Stood over him now,

she picked up the dildo. “So you like my friend do you? She rubbed it across his face. This is the size I

need. See how it fits nicely in your mouth?” she said laughing. She pushed his lips apart with the head

and pushed it in. She took his hand and made him grip it, “Go on suck it bitch”. She watched as her man

expertly sucked the plastic cock, so expertly she had to wonder. She sat back and teased her clit with

one hand, running the other up and over her 38DD breasts.

“You have done that before” she said quietly. “You have haven’t you?” this time much louder. He

nodded slowly and sheepishly. She reached over and took the toy, dropping it off the bed.

She shook her head at him,” That explains a lot, you're not a real man, are you?”, her hand trailed down

his body to his groin, where she flicked the tip of his shrinking penis. He didn’t speak. Lifting herself up,

she placed a knee either side of his head and lowered herself onto his face.

“Like the taste of spunk in my arse do you? Get used to it bitch and it won’t be yours

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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Part 2

She reached forward for the headboard with both hands to steady herself, and pushed her body down,

her clit finding its way into her willing husbands' mouth. God it was good, but it just wasn’t enough, she

wanted to shock him. Finally, she felt she could let go; she didn’t know what had happened but after ten

years of really bad sex she wasn’t going to do it anymore. She knew the slut that never said no, that

would disgust most “normal” people, that had been hidden for years, was back.

She lifted herself a little using her arms, so that her husband could breathe. She looked down at him,

feeling resentment towards him. She had watched him suck that plastic cock like an expert and she

knew. It suddenly hit her, all the golf, all the late days home from the office, that time she thought she

found a number in his phone under Andrew, and she was convinced it should have been Andrea, she

was relieved when she had secretly rung it and found it was a man and had known she was been

paranoid. She moved from squatting, to sitting on is stomach, her feet found the crook of each elbow

and pinned him to the bed.

“So tell me” she barked at him in an angry way, and she was angry, but also pleased and so very turned

on. “Tell me when have you sucked cock, you cock sucking pussy boy!” She raised her right foot off his

inner elbow and his arm didn’t move. She lent back a little and supported herself on her arms, either

side of his hips, and stroked the side of his face with her foot before running her toes over his lips.

Yesterday, while you were at work was what he wanted to say, but he was scared, so instead he said “a

couple of d*unken times in Uni, that’s all”

She wasn’t listening, her foot still on his face, her right hand making small circular motions on her clit

again. He was re-living the day before. He had invited the old man in and sat him down in the living

room, before turning the TV on and pressing play. The old man watched the screen, as the wimp slipped

off his dressing gown to reveal the soft peach French knickers he was wearing. Earlier that day he had

opened his wife’s underwear draw and shown the contents on facetime, ready for selection. Slipping on

the ones the old man had selected from the draw in her wardrobe, he had reached up to the panel at

the back, and pushed it out. He could just reach the dvd with his fingers and pulled it free, rushing to get

ready.

The old man was impressed, the view was very clear and it showed a good view of the toilet and the

shower. You could see it was a hidden camera because around the edge of the lens was a black ring,

where it was trying to film the inside of the toiletries bag but it didn’t detract from the view.

The wimp knelt between the old man’s legs and started to rub his crotch, before unbuttoning him. The

old man was quite large and his cock was almost twice the size of his. He was jealous but he greedily

shoved it into his mouth.

His wife walked into the bathroom in her underwear and faced the camera. Looking at herself in the

mirror, she removed her bra and discarded it in the laundry basket. She tucked her hands in each side of

the waist band and tugged them down, stepping out of them she also put them in the basket.

Sitting down on the toilet she opened her legs, and begin to piss. Her left hand cupped her breast and

found the nipple. Her right hand moved to her pussy, and her face showed her delight as she felt her

warm water gush over her fingers. As the flow stopped, she moved her hand closer and started to rub

until she came hard. She sat for a moment getting her breathe back, legs open, gently stroking her

swollen sensitive clit.

The old man was mesmerised by the show and didn’t take his eyes off her until she stepped into the

shower, only then did he look down. Wimp was working his mouth up and down and the old man

couldn’t hold it anymore.

Wimp swallowed with a satisfied smile and the old man relaxed. Wimp immediately reached for pre?prepared wet wipes and tugged one free and started to clean the softening cock.

He was dragged away from his memory as he suddenly became aware of the gushing fluid all over his

chest as his wife screamed like she never had before, rubbing furiously she soaked him and the bed, her

face bright red as the longest and most intense orgasm she had ever had hit her.

She collapsed at the side of him and he cuddled up to her. She pushed him off, she was still angry, why

had she had to put up with crap sex for years?

He was laid on his back at the side of her. Pleased that he had just had one of the horniest experiences

ever, pleased that she finally knew he had sucked cock. Frustrated that he hadn’t told her the truth

about how kinky he was or what he really wanted, hurt by her pushing him off, but mainly shocked and confused.

He turned to her, “Wow, what was that about?” he asked her, trying to make sense of it all.

She slid to the edge of the bed, her back to him. “I don’t know. It just isn’t enough anymore. She put her

head in her hands, and spoke very quietly, “I love you, and our life, but not our sex life”.

“I love you too, more than anything”. He reached across the bed and stroked her back.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. “I do, but I need more. Every Sunday as you go off

to golf, I get my toys out. God I even have a small toy I keep in my hand bag and play in the toilets at

work. I need sex and you just don’t do it for me.” She caught his look; he looked a little hurt and she felt

a pang of guilt but she also felt suddenly strong and she knew this was a do or die moment.

“Look”, she said sternly “Quite simply I am very happy with everything in our life, and I have no

intention of leaving you or anything like that, but do you know you have never made me cum?”

He looked ashen and his face fell. “I didn’t know that. You always orgasm when I use my mouth?” His

voice was raised at the end in a questioning tone.

She softened and laid down beside him, cuddling him. “No I don’t”

“But”

“Shush. Listen to me, I love you” She kissed him, “But you must know its not good” She caught herself

glancing at his cock and suddenly felt cruel. He saw the look and knew that he didn’t measure up and

that he never had. If he was honest with himself; he had known that when they first got together and

was surprised that she hadn’t been having affairs and hadn’t been cheating on him for years. The

thought of affairs turned him on. He was hard again, he knew what he had to do, he knew what he had

to agree to.

“I know. I know our sex life has been bad, and I know it’s my fault. You know I would do anything for

you. What if I allowed you to have another man?

“Allowed me to have another man?” She said with a raised voice and obvious distaste, as she pulled

herself up to her knees, next to his chest.

“I just thought, maybe a bigger man would be able to satisfy you better” he said, fear in his voice, his

mind racing had he blown it? Had he got it so wrong? He tried to hurriedly work out the look on his

gorgeous wife's face, was it anger? Contempt? Disgust? “I am sorry” he blurted out.

“Sorry? What for?” She reached for his hard four inches and gripped hard, working her hand up and

down wanking him off. “Sorry for having a little cock?” she continued working her hand, “Or Sorry for

never satisfying me?”

“Both” he shouted as he felt the need to explode and came all-over himself and his wife's hand.

She looked at the mess he had made on her hand, but that wasn’t what made her angry. She wiped his

cum over his face.

“I’m sorry” he half whispered, noticing her visible anger.

“Lick my fingers clean!”

He obliged and when she thought he had done a good enough job, she pushed his face, so that his head

pushed hard into the pillow. He looked stunned, as she kept eye contact with him, she raised her hand

back and brought it down hard on the side of his face hard enough to sting. He yelped with shock and

pain. She held her hand there and lent forward, he thought for a kiss. He was wrong. Her face was one

inch from his, her hand moved swiftly from the side of his face to grab his chin. She moved herself,

throwing one leg between his, she was on top of him, holding him down with her body, but her face had

not moved from his.

“Allow?” She asked raising one eyebrow. “Allow? You are not in a position to allow or deny me anything.

Do you fucking understand that?”

“Yes”, he said very quietly.

She brought her hand down from his chin and pressed it into the centre of his chest, lifting herself, she

swung her legs and stood at the side of the bed. She turned her back to him and walked over to the

window. Her husband watched, unsure of what to do or say as still naked she opened the curtains.

She bent down and rested her ample tits on the cold window sill, her nipples touching the glass. The

cold excited her nipples immediately but the thought that she could be seen from the street excited her

whole body.

He continued to watch as she looked out of the window. She turned to look over her shoulder. “Get

over here” He stood.

“On your hands and knees” she laughed sadistically, in a way that achieved its aim, his face bowed and

childlike told her that it had, he was in his place. “I have cum in my arse. Get it clean” Eagerly he placed

his hands on her buttocks and pulled them apart, tenderly licking away at her anus.

She enjoyed the sensation, but the thing she enjoyed more was looking out of the window with her tits

on display. Her mind wandered to a long time ago, her bare tits pressed against the cold glass as her

boyfriend's father slammed his cock in and out of her pussy while she watched his wife hanging out the

washing below in the garden, she remembered her wanting the wife to turn round and catch them. She

liked people to know she was a slut back then.

She began to tire of her husband being so attentive to her arse, so she pushed him backwards with her

foot. He sat on the floor behind her, not moving, not knowing what to do. She turned around and lent

with her back to the window, lifting her foot, she placed it on his cock.

“Get dressed and go to golf. I am going for a shower”

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By *untimes6969Man over a year ago

Newcastle upon Tyne

Great start - fabulous build up!!

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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She leant forward pressing her weight onto his cock and balls, looking down at him, if she had her glasses on, she would have been looking over the top of them. She knew she was hurting him; he was squealing with the pain but this only made her more excited and she pressed harder, before leaning down towards his face, grabbing his chin.

His cock and balls were being pinned to the floor, the woman he knew he didn’t deserve stood naked before him, her foot controlling him, her face inches above his looking down at him, her hand gripping his chin. The pain he felt in the side of his face, overtook the pain of her foot as she slapped him for the second time in their ten-year marriage. He looked up at her and mouthed “Thank you”. They both knew things had changed. She stood upright and returned to the window. She had an undeniable urge to feel the cold against her breasts and pushed them against the glass. She turned and walked out of the room, down the corridor into the bathroom. He didn’t even think about standing, but naturally crawled on his hands and knees to where his clothes fell at her side of the bed.

He reached under and retrieved the red knickers that he was so afraid of being caught wearing. He stood and slipped them on in front of the mirror. He contemplated walking into the bathroom and confessing all but he was not brave enough. He dressed and covered up his secret. He didn’t know why but he felt it was appropriate to knock and wait for an answer before entering the bathroom.

“I am off now, love” a slight nervous tone in his voice, but there were no nerves in the answer that came back. In fact, that was no tone that would betray anything other than normal, just a wife saying goodbye to her husband.

“Ok babes, I will see you in a bit. Don’t forget I am nipping to Mum’s”.

Neil’s head was still spinning when he got in the car to go to golf. He wondered how she could go from sex crazed manic to sweet little Jayne in seconds? As he pulled out of the drive, he realised that actually it was easy, he had been doing it for ten years. He checked his watch; he was late and they wouldn’t be happy.

Jayne had changed her mind about a shower and was now lazing in a deep bubble bath, her head tilted back. She felt a little guilty about slapping her husband, but she knew what it was like to be slapped and she missed it. His eyes had held hers, they hadn’t moved, they hadn’t blinked, just stared at hers. She knew that she wasn’t imaging it, that turn up at the corner of his mouth was the same smile she had when she was hit, and she wondered if he had the same feeling she did.

She didn’t know how to feel. She was excited that the real Jayne could come out. She had seen the look in Neil’s eyes and she knew she without doubt that he had just handed her free-reign to do what and to be who she wanted. She felt safe and secure, closing her eyes she relaxed, she felt like a confident new woman. She thought of Neil at golf, she thought of her day’s plans to visit her mother and then she thought of Gerald. She looked at her watch, spring forward, fall back. She was an hour out with her plans. She had to meet her Mum at 2pm. She put her watch back down on the side. If she didn’t change it, she could be there when it said 2pm. She wondered if she could get away with that, or would it be too obvious?

Neil parked his car in the back lane, and entered in through the tall wooden gate that led into the leafy garden. It was a dry day, but cloudy with quite a chill in the air. He hoped he was allowed inside today. The garden wasn’t overlooked by anyone and the last time he was here he had been scrubbing the patio. That had been his punishment for cancelling without a good enough reason. He knew he was late, and he knew there would be a punishment but he hoped that his years of service would go some way to earning their forgiveness.

He noticed how cold it was as he slipped off his shoes and socks, placing them neatly on the back door steps. His remaining clothes were all folded equally neatly and placed alongside them. He stood in the red knickers and knocked at the door. He stood for what seemed an eternity but was just the normal amount of time they made him wait out in the cold.

“Enter” came the voice and he did.

Stood before him was a small chubby sixty-year-old woman, wearing a tight black leather skirt that stretched over her bulges of ample flesh, a white silky vest top without a bra, her large saggy breasts hanging below the loose garment, and tight thigh high leather boots. He stepped towards her and she kissed him passionately whilst reaching for the collar hanging on the hook by the door. She clamped the collar around his neck and locked the padlock, she placed the key in the back pocket of her skirt.

She stroked down the side of his face and worked her hand down his body to the top of his knickers. She reached and inside and grabbed for his cock. Her hands wrapped around all of his little package and she squeezed so hard, he screamed and tried to drop to the floor, but she held his entire weight by his cock and balls. She looked down at him “You are late” she said as she let go and allowed him to fall to the floor. His hands moved to cover his painful parts.

“Tut tut” she said to him. “You know you aren’t allowed to touch yourself”

“Sorry Mistress” he said quietly as he moved his hands to his thighs, exposing his cock and balls to her.

With one sharp move, he screamed as her leather-clad toes came into contact with his groin. She smiled. He looked up and from his position he could see that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. He must have shown his excitement on his face. “You only get that if you are a good boy”, she said as she turned her back to him. Pulling the lead in her hand she walked him like a dog.

Neil looked up as they stopped in the living room. He watched as she sat in her chair opposite the sofa and the two men sat on it. Her skirt had ridden up and her legs were spread giving both of the older men a good view. She leant back to her left-hand side and threw her right leg over the arm of the chair, pulling Neil’s face into her hairy wet pussy. Neil instantly started to lick her as she continued to talk. He hadn’t dared to look directly at the two men, but he had glanced. He knew one of them, he was a regular, but he hadn’t seen the other one, a big hulk of a man who you could tell was a rough sort. Not somebody Neil with his accountancy background would ever have associated with, but here he didn’t have a choice.

Madge was his boss, until she had retired five years ago. He knew very early on that she had something about her. When she had asked him about his commitment, about his work ethic and if he would “take one” for the team, he had known then that he was hers. She had known it as well. She could spot men like him, something about his demeanor had given it away and that first late evening when there was only him and her in the office, she had confirmed it.

The regular looked at Madge and at the bloke sat next to him, he looked tense. Neil realised that his regular wasn’t used to other men being there either. Madge looked at him, “Oh come on don’t be shy” She pushed Neil out of her way and collected the ten-pound note that that the regular was holding out to her. “Come on, get that cock out” she smiled at him as she placed it on the table next to her and picked up her cigarettes.

The rough man watched Madge with interest as she sat back, cigarette in her left hand, her right hand rubbing idly at her hairy bush obviously enjoying the scene of Neil deepthroating.

“Oh wow, I am going to enjoy this.” he said with a smile on his face. “I am really going to enjoy this”

Neil’s ears pricked up, as he heard Madge say “No marks though” He felt suddenly very fearful but felt reassured when Madge leant forward and gently stroked his bottom. “It’s only a bit of fun”

“A bit of expensive fun” he smiled cheekily looking at Madge “Can’t you do it for twenty?” He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, just as the regular tensed and shot his load into Neil’s mouth.

Jayne couldn’t work out how to explain a short skirt but she needed something sexy. She thought about her gym bag. She had her three-quarter length lycra leggings she wore for spin glass. She found out by mistake she had to be careful with them. Whenever she got off the bike, they had always ridden up and showed her full pussy-lips off. If she wore white knickers beneath them, they drew the eye to her groin. Yes, they would do. She rummaged for the perfect pair in her knicker draw. Down at the back, she found her white cotton briefs. Just the type she had worn that day. She was so excited. She knew it had been her fault. She had pushed him to it, wanted it but then panicked. Gerald hadn’t said a word, and that was nearly fifteen years ago.

She stepped into them and turned her backside to the mirror, running her hands over them, enjoying the view. She thought about Neil playing golf. Little did she know that he had done the same a couple of hours before, only with a red pair. The red pair that had now been violently ripped off him and stuffed in his mouth to keep him quiet as the rough hulk of a man claimed his sissy anus, whilst Madge held him down by his arms.

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By *antyhoseMan over a year ago

Birmingham

Brilliant - can’t wait for the next instalment!

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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Do people want more of this? Loads more to write if they do?

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By *antyhoseMan over a year ago

Birmingham

Well I do!

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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Part 4

Jayne walked around the house in her white cotton briefs, feeling relaxed and sexy, but nervous. She looked at her watch on her wrist. It was 12:30, but her watch said 13:30. She had half an hour to get to her mother’s. Gerald would be there alone. For fifteen years it had been like an unwritten rule between them. They had never been alone since that night, except for a few minutes before her wedding when they were left in the house together. Her mother had gone ahead to the church, Gerald and her were waiting for the car to come back. She remembered it in detail. The uncomfortable silence as they waited. She had thought they had both wanted to say something, she knew she had wanted to. She had wanted to apologize.

She reached into her gym bag and pulled out her leggings, slipping them on. She checked herself in the mirror. She knew she looked good. A pair of tight three quarter lycra leggings hugging her, showing the gap between her thighs. She looked at her crotch and the white briefs jumped out at you. She rubbed her hand over her pussy lips. She pulled out her top and sports bra, feeling really naughty, she discarded the bra and slipped the matching lycra top on. It showed her mid-riff off, her tight stomach muscles still looking tanned from their holiday. Her large nipples poked through the thin top and she gave them a rub.

Neil had performed his duties and sat in the corner as Madge thanked their guests and escorted them out. The regular had only ever had oral but watching his friend have sex with Neil had him excited. He indicated that to Madge and told her he was going to be saving up. Madge looked over her shoulder and smiled at Neil, cowering in the corner.

“Good, let me know and I will arrange it” She hid behind the door as she opened it and let them out, the two gentleman friends stepped out and back to their normal lives.

Madge sat herself on the sofa and commanded Neil to take his place. He knelt before her, with his head in her lap. She stroked his hair and confirmed that he had been a good boy and done his job well. She picked up the notes from the table and toyed with them.

“Well these will buy me quite a nice present I think”

“Yes Mistress”, replied Neil.

“I suppose you want your reward now do you?”

“Yes please” Neil stuttered unable to hide his excitement as she pushed him off her and he sat back on the floor.

She stood, and pulled the top over her head, allowing her saggy tits to fall freely. She turned around so that her back was to him and reached behind her, slowly and provocatively undoing the zip, taking far longer than was necessary. She pulled the material apart and slid it down, revealing her wrinkled chubby arse. Neil knew what was coming next and he was kneeling ready behind her.

“Kiss it then”

Neil gently stroked his hand over her large buttocks, kissing each cheek gently and lovingly. This was doing nothing for Madge and her impatience was getting the better of her. She pushed him back and turned to face him.

She lifted her right foot, still clad in black shiny leather and placed it in the middle of his chest, pushing hard until he fell and was laid on the floor.

“I suppose I should let you” She laid herself down on the sofa and spread her legs. She fumbled down the side of her for the remote control, and flicked on the TV. Swapping it for the other control she pressed play.

The TV showed Neils bathroom with the dark circle around the edge. “If only she knew what a pervert you were”

Neil nodded his agreement and silently took up his position between her legs, tongue extended as Madge watched his beautiful wife masturbate in the shower.

“Poor woman” commented Madge, “Imagine being married to useless fuck like you”

Jayne stood in the porch; her watch showed 3:02pm. She reached inside her leggings and pulled the cotton briefs up tight. Her hands went to her waist band and she pulled the leggings up far too high. Rubbing her hand over her crotch, she was happy with the result. The tight material showed her womanly shape in full. She used her middle finger and caressed her clit through the material. She was not just damp; she was soaking wet. Her little puffa jacket was open and her nipples were pronounced.

She opened the door and walked in, shouting Mum, I am here. Gerald was startled and quickly rose from his chair.

“She’s not here, 3o’clock she said?” he questioned her as he went to meet her in the hall. Jayne was already slipping her jacket off and turned to face him. Her gym-wear clad body looking amazing, her nipples drew his eyes. Jayne looked at her watch “It is 3pm”

“Didn’t you put your clock right? it’s 2pm”

“Oh no. How stupid” She looked at Gerald’s face, but then looked down. Checking him out on the way down. She had always found him attractive, but now he seemed to have got better with age. She remembered when he and her mum first got together, she would play up to him. He had just turned fifty when he moved into her mum’s house and she often fantasised about him. She had been 16 and her mum had been on her own for a long time. Gerald moved in, and it was novel having a man about the house. She smiled as she remembered stepping out of the bathroom in tiny little knickers and bra, her timing had been perfect. Gerald had handled it perfectly, he had given her enough encouragement with his eyes, but had also told her it was inappropriate. She knew at that moment he wanted her.

She lifted her head and knew she had chosen the right outfit. Gerald was staring at her crotch. His face betrayed any pretence that he didn’t want her. She knew beyond a doubt that she right.

“Well” she said as she hung her jacket on the bottom of the stairs and walked past him and into the kitchen, “I will put the kettle on”

Gerald was a tall man, very broad and looked like he could still lift a house unaided. Despite being 35 years older than her she was the one man that she had always fancied. That night 15 years ago, she was going to have him. She was bent over the very same table, knickers halfway down her legs, her arse stinging and red raw from the harsh hands that had firmly put her in her place. She had heard his zip being undone, she could hear the rustle of his pants being pulled down and she could sense him behind her. The one thing she had wanted, dreamt about every night since she had met him and she had panicked. She pushed his hand off her back and stood. His massive cock was stood proud about to enter her. She couldn’t do it. Fear and panic swamped her. Overwhelmed with the emotion, she pushed herself away from him. Pulled her knickers up, straightened her skirt and stormed out of the room.

Gerald had been confused and had followed her upstairs. He had knocked on her door. After a while, she had opened it slightly and put her face in the gap. They both agreed it was the drink. They both agreed to forget it. And for fifteen years, it stayed forgotten. Except when she was in the shower. She would try not to think about her Mother’s husband like that, but she would find herself wishing she was back here. Something this morning had made her snap; she didn’t know what but it had changed things. Briefly she thought of Neil, she loved him and would never leave him, she knew that, but this morning she knew he was not enough.

Gerald stood in the door way to the kitchen, one arm up on the frame leaning slightly. He was watching her closely.

“So what’s this about then? Did you really get the time wrong?”

“Maybe” she smiled coyly.

“What are you doing?” Gerald asked, as Jayne moved to the very spot, she was in fifteen years ago. She carefully bent over maintaining eye contact with him. She smiled as she spread her feet apart slightly.

Her right forearm supported her weight as she ran her left hand over her left breast and then continued down her side to her bottom. “Maybe we have some unfinished business?” She smiled in anticipation

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Gerald half shouted.

Jayne stood upright, shocked by his reaction. She thought he would have been in her in a second. Her face showed her confusion.

“But you wanted me before? You have always wanted me”. She was crest-fallen and it showed. She was almost crying.

“Fifteen fucking years ago! Fifteen fucking years ago you silly little bitch and then it was a fucking mistake. You were always acting the slut”

“I don’t understand, I thought you fancied me” She stepped towards him with her arm out trying to touch his chest. He pushed it away. She tried again and he pushed her away again.

“Sit down” he barked and she obeyed.

“You can’t come around here trying to ruin my marriage because yours is no good.” He sat down opposite her and looked at his watch, your mum will be back in 40 minutes. What the fuck do you think you are doing” his voice softened as he looked at her and he continued “we agreed. It was a long time ago and it was a non-event, nothing happened really, and we were both d*unk. Your mum was away and we both got tempted”

Jayne sat looking down at the table, tears started to run down her cheeks. Gerald had got over the initial anger and reached out lifting her chin so they were looking at each other.

“I don’t know what is going on with you, I hope things are alright with you and Neil, but me and your mum are happy. Why would you do this?”

She stuttered her way through trying to explain whilst Gerald listened. They used to have chats a long-time ago but since that night there had been a distance between them. She continued about how happy her life was but how stale it was.

Gerald looked at his watch. “Your Mum will be back in 10 minutes; we can’t be having this conversation when she gets back, she will find it strange you are here, especially dressed like that. Have you actually been to the Gym?”

Jayne wiped the tear from her face that was just at the edge of her nose, “No” she half-smiled.

“So the outfit was for me then?”

Jayne nodded whilst gazing at the table.

“Did you walk?”

“Yes”

“Right then” Gerald stood, and walked into the hall returning with her little pink puffa jacket, placing it on the table, he extended his arm, pulling her up to stand in front of him. Jayne didn’t know what was happening and stood in front of him, arms at her side, desperately searching his face for clues.

Gerald placed his hands on her hips, “Time to be a good little actress, go out the back and walk around to the front, your mum will be here soon, I haven’t seen you” he looked at her sternly.

“But wh...” her voice trailed off

He pulled her into him, lifting his left hand to the back of her neck, he pulled at her hair, tilting her head back. She opened her mouth and his face was on hers. His hand pushed its way inside her legging, tugging at the briefs, he found her wetness and she shuddered. He slipped a massive finger inside her.

“Go” he commanded. She pulled herself away from him. The back door clicked shut, and seconds later Gerald was at the kettle “Alright love, I was just making your cuppa”

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By *untimes6969Man over a year ago

Newcastle upon Tyne

Great story! A doubler in one

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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Part 5

Jayne walked home with a mix of excitement and regret. She knew she was right. Gerald had shown that as he fingered her. All the times she thought she saw him peeking through the door she had been right. That evening when she had come home full of bravado from a night drinking with friends in the local, Gerald sat with his friends across the bar, she had wanted it and now she knew beyond all doubt so did Gerald. She had always known but because it was never discussed, doubts were in her mind and had been there for a long time.

She put the key in her door and unlocked it. Neil wasn’t in, still out playing golf. She took her jacket off and hung it on the peg, catching a glance of herself in the mirror. She felt different. She didn’t look different, but she felt it. Suddenly she wasn’t the accountant’s wife, as she was known at all Neil’s work dinners, the organiser at her work, or the lucky bitch in her circle of friends. She was Jayne, she ran her hand over her breast, she was Jayne, the one everyone wanted, the one with the massive tits and the ever so tight and firm arse, the one with the body to die for, as her girlfriends used to tell her.

She remembered how things were. She felt angry, she felt robbed of herself. She stepped out of her trainers, and kicked them to where the others are. They didn’t quite sit right, and this angered her more. She didn’t know why. Normally she would have placed them carefully and lined them up with the rest, but today she kicked out again. Now they were all a mess, but she was strangely satisfied. She looked at her watch, and twisted the knob to the right time. Normally she would be preparing the Sunday roast, pottering about the kitchen ready for Neil to come in, the perfect wife. Bollocks to that she thought.

She walked into the kitchen and stripped naked. Tossing her gym kit into the washing machine, she made her way upstairs to find something to put on.

Madge had finished with Neil a while ago, but it was too early for him to go home, as Jayne would be suspicious if he got home too early. He had driven to the Gorge car park and parked up at the back, by the recycling bins. He had watched a couple of other cars drive in, all driven by a single man who would do the same circuit, before driving out. Neil knew these types. They were there looking for couples or women. Sometimes they would get lucky, but more often than not they would just drive between the local beauty spots, missing the rare times when there was action. Neil knew, if he sat there long enough, he would get some action and he wasn’t wrong. A car pulled in at the side of him and parked up. A young lad stepped out and looked back over his shoulder, directly at Neil as he walked behind the recycling bins.

Neil felt nervous and excitement. He stepped out of his car and followed him into the bushes. Neil walked along about 20 foot behind him, and watched as he disappeared. Neil’s heart was racing and his tiny cock was hard again against the red lace her wore. Neil stepped through the gap the nameless young man had disappeared though, to be greeted with him leaning against the trunk of a massive tree. As Neil approached him, he lowered his tracksuit bottoms and his massive cock sprang free. Neil didn’t look at his face, he couldn’t take his eyes of that cock.

Neither of them spoke as Neil stepped towards him. Neil dropped to his knee and greedily wrapped his mouth around him. The lad grabbed the side of Neil’s head and used his mouth, carefully controlling the movement. He couldn’t last and within two minutes, Neil felt the pulse of the cock inside his mouth, before the gush of his spunk down his throat. Neil wouldn’t let him go free; he sucked every drop. Neil stood, wanting his turn, he started to undo his belt. For the first time he looked in the face of the young man.

“My turn” he said as he dropped his trousers and gently pulled the knickers down, his tiny cock standing free and proud. Neil expected the lad to return the favour.

“Fuck off”, the lad pushed Neil back “I’m a real man, not a fucking sissy like you” Neil staggered back. The lad had pulled up his tracksuit bottoms, and stood facing Neil “Move” he commanded, and Neil stepped aside and the lad was gone. Neil steadied himself against the true, and started to play with his cock.

Jayne stood before her perfectly organised wardrobe. On the left were the clothes she wore on a regular basis. Workwear, smart casual maxi-dresses, jeans. All in order. At the right hand -side were the outfits that were for fancy dress, and folded in carrier bags below were the outfits she never wore. She was annoyed but mainly at herself. She sat on the end of the bed, staring into the open wardrobe. When had the girl next door won? She knew she was two people, and the slutty Jayne was getting out of control when she met Neil.

She remembered how sweet he was. She was doing the walk of shame one morning. She had been dressed to the nines and had been out all night. The bloke she had started the night with had gone, and she had woken to find herself only wearing her bra and a blanket. She remembered opening her eyes and looking around the room and it not being familiar. Her dress was on the coffee table. Her hand bag was at the side of her, poking out of the top were her crumpled, stained knickers. She could hear voices, male voices. She grabbed her dress and put it on quickly, she pulled her knickers out of her handbag and stepped into them, pulling them up. She smoothed her dress down. She didn’t know what time it was, but there was light shining through the curtains. She stepped towards the door of the room, and froze. She suddenly became very aware of what she had been up to the night before. She knew where she was. Oh my God she had thought. She bolted out of the door and on to the street. No wonder her boyfriend had gone. She walked quickly feeling the cold, she winced as she remembered feeling sorry for the fat ginger housemate as they all took turns to take the piss out of him. She remembered saying sorry to him. She was trying to block out the vision of him saying thank you as he desperately and clumsily struggled to get a condom on. She was horrified at herself, when she turned into the entrance to the student block and literally fell over Neil.

“Late night?” Neil had quipped. He was walking up to her floor and she felt the need to distance herself from what he obviously thought. Before she realised, she had told him an entire tail about how it had been a birthday party, she had gone with her boyfriend who was bringing her home, but she had argued with him and been abandoned miles away, with a group of girls that felt sorry for her and she stopped there. Well it was much better than the truth. She had been out with a boyfriend, well a boyfriend of sorts. They had gone to a party with his mates. She had argued with him, but that was only because he had walked in just at the moment that one of the other lads was trying to lift her dress up, and when he had reacted badly, she had pulled it up herself saying she would do what she wanted. She thought better of telling Neil the details, especially the bit where she fucked the fat ginger kid for a bet!

She had never noticed Neil before, and was surprised when he stopped at the door before hers and put his key in the lock. He was very good looking, why hadn’t she seen him.

“Well it sounds like you had a terrible night”

“It was” she nodded. “I think I will go get a shower and go to bed”

“Ok, well I am just about to cook a fry-up for breakfast if you fancy it? My flat mates are away. I have enough for two” he said smiling and lifting the carrier bag to show her.

Never been one to turn anything free down, or the chance to spend time with a good-looking man, she coyly accepted, using her very best girl next door charm. Half an hour letter, she sat tucking into a fry-up dressed in her pink tracksuit, hair tied back, literally playing the girl next door. That was 12 years ago, and she didn’t really remember when she gave up Jayne, but she had. 12 frustrating years she thought as her hand absentmindedly found its way between her legs. She couldn’t believe that she had done that to herself. For 12 years only three people had touched her there, and one was only a couple of hours ago. The other two were Neil, and he had hardly bothered and Emma, and that had been almost ten years to the day.

Neil stopped playing with his cock. He didn’t want to cum, he wanted that young lad to come back and push him around again. He wanted to feel the way he did when he called him a sissy. It was humiliating, embarrassing even, but it felt good. He was just pulling his trousers up when he heard a noise and looked to the gap in the bush. There was a huge man stood in front of him.

“Ah good a little bitch boy” Neil stood up straight and dropped his trousers. The man walked up to him and before Neil could object his massive hand had gripped him by the throat. “Just what I fucking need” the man said, “get on your fucking knees and lick my balls”

Jayne laid back and remembered what Emma had said. Emma knew her well and although she had been right, she was wrong on the timescale. She had lasted 10 years without anyone else. Emma had just been about to help her into her dress, which had been hanging on the hotel wardrobe. Jayne was sat on the end of the bed, wearing a white silk top, a white suspender belt, and the cutest silky white thong. It’s not too late she had said. Jayne had brushed her off, she knew what she was doing and she was happy. Emma had agreed “Of course you do, I know you are” but as she was saying this, Jayne found her legs being spread. Jayne had tried to stop her, or at least pretended to stop her.

“Are you really going to stop me from a kiss goodbye Jayne?” she had asked, as she reached and pulled the thong to one side, revealing a very neat pubic triangle. Jayne, bit her lip as her bride’s maid gently started to tease her pussy with her tongue.

Jayne circled her clit with her fingers, remembering Emma. As she thought of Emma, she thought of all the times they had. She felt a tinge of regret but she knew she could rectify things. Tonight, she was going to start to put things right, how they should be. Jayne was coming back.

Neil managed to get back into his car. He checked in the rear-view mirror. Luckily he didn’t have any marks. He was sure he would have, he certainly would have a bruise or two but luckily that would be on his body so Jayne wouldn’t see.

He started his car and set off home. Jayne pulled the leather skirt out of the carrier bag and placed it on the bed. A good leather skirt never goes out of fashion, now what shall I wear with it she wondered?

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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Part 6

Neil’s mind ran away with him as he drove home. His mind flicking between what Madge had organised for him, and the additional fun he had when she dismissed him and sent him on his way. He thought back to this morning. He was still blown away and now some time had passed he couldn’t believe how Jayne had behaved. Where had it come from? He wasn’t complaining he thought to himself. He couldn’t believe how sexy she had been. She was always sexy to him, too sexy. He thought back to when they had met and he remembered he couldn’t believe his luck. He remembered being terrified when he finally undressed and she got to see how tiny he was. He could still recall the feeling of relief as she didn’t laugh like the others had. She never mentioned her obvious disappointment and they carried on. He thought about on that night in his university flat, how he had made dinner and when they were getting ready to move towards the bedroom, he had excused himself. Locking himself in the bathroom, he had wanked himself off so he didn’t explode as she touched him. He remembered the embarrassment as even after that he had only lasted five minutes of being inside her. He remembered the cuddles they had after. She had told him it was wonderful and just what she had dreamt it would be. How it had taken her breathe away and how much she loved him. That first night, he had fallen in love and knew he needed to marry her. It was only now that he made the connection that after they had laid cuddling, she had gone to the bathroom. His realised that in those days, he would go to the bathroom before sex, she would go after sex. He wondered if it was for similar reasons except where he went to ensure he didn’t finish to early; did she go to ensure she finished?

Normally on a Golf day, he was ready with his stories and chatter about the day. Jayne would only be half listening anyway, but as he stepped out of the car he felt an impending sense of doom. Was today the day she realised how bad he was sexually? Is that what this morning was about? Was she leaving him?

Jayne heard the key in the door and had a moment of panic. What if she had got it wrong? She ran her hand over the skirt and thought for a brief second about trying to change, but she was in the living room so he would see her. No she thought, the dynamics have changed. I am not putting up with this anymore.

Neil stepped into the living room, expecting to see Jayne sat on the sofa, laptop on her knee preparing work for tomorrow, instead he was greeted by her stood back to the fire facing the door.

“Wow” was all he could manage as he looked at her. Her top was a very clingy, almost see through cream-coloured blouse with buttons that weren’t done up all the way. Her black lacey bra drew your eye to her massive chest. Her legs were clad in a mid-thigh length black leather skirt and she wore stiletto shoes. “You looked amazing. Why are you dressed up?”

Jayne, took a breath, she wasn’t sure what she was going to say. She had been rehearsing her lines for the last hour, but now her husband was stood in front of her she couldn’t think.

“I just went through my wardrobe and found some old clothes. I haven’t worn these since before we met, I don’t think”

“ok” said Neil, dragging out the length of the letters in an effort to emphasise his puzzlement.

“I haven’t done anything for tea” Jayne said as she passed Neil and headed into the kitchen. She stopped and turned in the hallway, looking at him. “I think we should go out actually”

“Ok” again Neil lengthened each syllable “But we never go out on a Sunday”

“I know, but today we are going to.” Jayne said, trying to find the strength to add on the end, from today there is a lot that we never do that we are going to start doing, but just managed “Cuppa?”

Neil followed Jayne into the kitchen and pulled out a dining room chair. He sat down, eyeing up his wife. She looked good, so damn sexy. Normally on a Sunday she would have been in one of her maxi-dresses or one of her track-suits if she hadn’t been out, but today it was almost like she was dressed for work in her skirt and blouse but not dressed for work. She hadn’t dressed like this for a long time – not since they became serious about their relationship.

Jayne could feel Neil watching her as she made the drink. She could feel his eyes on the tight leather. She knew it looked good and it made her smile to imagine what Neil was thinking. She chuckled inwardly. It was make or break now as far as she was concerned. She stood with her hands on the side, her back showing to Neil. She knew she had stood too long thinking, when Neil spoke, “Are you ok?”

“We need to talk” She said as she turned and faced him, picking up two cups and placing them. Neil was full of dread and looked down at the floor. Jayne pulled out a chair and sat facing him full of determination to get what she wanted but softening as she realised how vulnerable he was. She leant forward and touched his knee. “Don’t you think we should talk about this morning?”

“I guess” murmured Neil without looking up. “Is there anything to talk about?” He asked quietly.

“I think so don’t you?” Jayne was aware she was getting angry. She had thought about what she wanted to say and shouting angrily wouldn’t help.

“We both know, things haven’t been good lately”

“I thought you were happy, I thought you were satisfied?” protested Neil.

“There is a difference between satisfied and being happy” Jayne said as she stood up in front of him. Jayne opened her legs slightly, but was restricted by the skirt. Sliding both hands down her side, she reached the hem and hoisted it up. Neil spluttered as he realised that his wife wasn’t wearing tights as he thought, but stockings held up by the thin straps of her suspenders.

“Fucking hell” was all he could manage, as Jayne stepped forward and placed a leg either side of his. She bent down and gripped his chin.

“I am happy and I have no intention of changing that” She kissed him lovingly and lowered herself to sit on his knees. His hands naturally went to her bare arse to hold her on him.

“But I think you know, I need more.”

Neil nodded but stayed silent. Jayne looked into his eyes.

“You do know that don’t you?”

He nodded again.

“I know it’s not your fault, but you do want me to be satisfied, don’t you?”

“Yes” he confirmed in a mouse like way.

“You do like it when I dress sexy like this don’t you?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Good, I went through all my old clothes this afternoon and I intend to start wearing them again. You don’t object do you?” She asked as she gripped his chin again.

Spurred on by his obvious agreement and excitement.

“No, of course you don’t” He didn’t respond, which made her slightly angry. She stood up stepping backward.

“You know why you don’t object?” she asked as she ran her hand over her freshly shaven pussy and toyed with the clip in the centre of her left thigh with the other hand. “Well?”

“Because I want you to be satisfied.” his tone raised a little at the end in a questioning way, not questioning if he did want her to be satisfied, but if it was the right answer and questioning the complete situation.

“Because little man”, she stroked his hair like he was a young child, “Because you know I can have anyone I want, don’t you?” She didn’t wait for his reaction, but spun around on the spot, bending forward, running her hands down her legs to her ankles, before placing her hands on the floor in front of her.

“Anyone!” She half shouted.

“I know”, Neil said quietly.

She looked back at him, her arse and pussy splayed open for him inches away from his face.

“Well?”

Neil didn’t know what was going on but he wasn’t going to argue and pushed himself forward, extending his tongue greedily.

Jayne stood up and moved towards the kitchen door, the plan she had come up with was working. Her heart was going fifteen to the dozen and she was trying to remain composed in her new role.

“Follow” she commanded Neil and walked into the living room. She took her position on the sofa, so she could see the TV and laid back, spreading her legs wide. She reached for the remote and instructed Neil to “get naked”

Jayne had carefully chosen the clip to put on, it was quite an old clip that she had saved in her secret porn stash and she had many secret orgasms watching it when Neil was out. She had come across it when searching for “threesomes” and what she found there had led her to researching “Cuckold” and this short five-minute film had become her fantasy. When she watched it, she no longer saw strangers on a video. She saw herself, and she saw Neil, and she saw her lover.

Neil was naked stood in front of her, bending as if to take his position. Jayne noticed the bruises that were starting to form, and for a second clicked back to the concerned wife. Reaching out to touch the mark that look particularly sore on his side. Neil had his excuses already just in case. He started to give his rehearsed answer about how he and Tom had slipped and the golf bag landed on him near that dodgy footpath on the 11th tee. Jayne listened, but wasn’t going to let anything cause her to deviate from her plan. She may have hurriedly come up with the details and if she thought back to this morning, she couldn’t even say what was different and why she had chosen today to do it; she had been frustrated for years, but Gerald’s big finger rammed inside her tight pussy had caused her to come up with the details and now she was going to do it. Her heartbeat raced. A moment of doubt flickered through her mind, an image of her in a solicitor’s office signing her divorce frightened her and she almost backed off, but she caught Neil’s eyes. The love shone through them; his face was a picture of devotion and adoration. He may as well of handed her a written statement stating that she could do anything she liked and he would never leave her. The power between them had always been balanced, neither one having the final say on anything, but now, Jayne knew she was firmly in charge. She suddenly felt very close to an orgasm and her plan was going off track. She hadn’t pressed play on the clip, but she couldn’t wait.

She reached down the side of the cushion she was laid on, and pulled out a very thick, very long black dildo. She held it up and Neil was visibly shocked by its size. He glanced down at his own cock, stood very hard, but still hardly noticeable compared to the monster she was waving at him.

She held it out to him and put it in his hand.

“Hold it next to yours” she giggled. “Hold it like it is your cock”

Neil did as he was told. He knew he should have been horrified, but it felt strangely good and turned him on so much he thought he would explode.

“God it’s massive” he said excitedly. “It’s so much bigger than me. It is twice the size”

“Exactly. Now put it in me”

Neil didn’t need any further encouragement and was in position immediately, carefully inserting the full eight inches of thick plastic into his gorgeous wife’s pussy. She gasped as he slid it in, carefully watching her face and enjoying the smile that formed on her lips.

“Now lick me”

Neil had barely touched her clit with his tongue and she screamed that she was coming. Neil felt as if he would drown in her juices, as she writhed back and forth on the sofa. Her orgasm subsided and she pushed his head away from her. Neil sat back on his heals, just watching his beautiful wife recover. She slid her hand down her body and pulled the massive plastic cock out of her, handing it to Neil with a mischievous look on her face.

“Clean it”

Neil obliged and showed his obvious enjoyment, licking her juices from the veiny shaft, feeding it into his mouth. He felt slutty, he felt like he did earlier when he was sucking the cocks he had. He wanted it to be real, not plastic and as Jayne watched intently he started to realise that so did she.

Jayne’s plan had gone off track. She intended to show the video to him and watch it, then make him lick her while she was telling him that it really turned her on and that she wanted to try the things they had seen, but now it had gone off plan she was going to be firmer.

Jayne stood, and commanded Neil to turn around and look at the TV. He did and he sat bolt upright on his knees, facing the screen not knowing what was coming.

The clip she had chosen started with a woman sat on a sofa at the end of a bed. Next to her was obviously her husband. The woman explained that her husband was a “pathetic useless fuck”, with a cock the size of a small boy. The husband sat there listening to her every word obviously grateful that she was with him. On command the husband stood and removed his trousers, following his wife’s instructions he was made to play with his tiny cock. The wife was giving a running commentary in a sarcastic way. Neil was mesmerised. Jayne knew every word and knew that in seconds a third person would enter the scene.

She heard the woman command her husband to un-robe her. Neil watched as the dutiful husband assisted his wife to stand and move to the bed, where he lovingly removed her robe. The camera had followed them and had a clear view of the wife laying on the bed.

Jayne moved and knelt down behind Neil, her body touching his, she reached around him and grabbed his cock. The husband on the screen asked his wife “Can I get you ready now Mistress” Neil was transfixed as the wife opened her legs and revealed a natural bush, the husband, arse to the camera, climbed on the bed between her legs and started licking her.

“See, that’s a good boy there” Jayne said to Neil as she started to masturbate him. Jayne watched as the camera wobbled and was zoomed in slightly.

A male backside came into view wearing black boxer shorts. The top of guy’s head was just out of shot but you could see he was a handsome young man, a fair bit younger than the wife. He stood level with her head and she turned sideways on the bed, almost knocking her husband out with her legs. He moved backwards quickly and allowed her to sort herself out. She was got on all fours, her face now level with the boxer shorts, her husband had moved to be behind her and had continued his licking duties. The young man pulled down his shorts to reveal a semi hard but very large cock, which the wife grabbed and started to stuff into her mouth.

Jayne has stopped touching Neil. She wanted him to wait to cum, she wanted him to pay full attention to the screen. She cuddled him from behind. He stayed bolt upright transfixed on the screen.

Jayne was encouraged by his silence and asked “Do you like that?”

“Yes” he croaked

“Do you like it because she is having fun?”

Neil nodded enthusiastically

“And does it matter that her husband isn't?”

“No”

“Good, Now watch”

Not a word was said, as they watched the woman lie down on her back, her husband open her up with his fingers and guide the mammoth cock into her. Her husband holding her legs as the young man hammered her with his cock.

It didn’t last long and the video showed the man had sprayed his cum all over her bush. It showed the lover laid back with the wife as the husband sucked his semen from her pubic hair. Jayne was studying Neil’s reactions and she realised the most reaction Neil showed was when the husband licked the now softening shaft clean. It wasn’t a reaction of disgust, she couldn’t quite work it out, but she could see Neil was excited. Seizing her moment, she kissed Neil’s neck, “See, that’s a good husband”

The video clicked finished and Jayne returned to sit in the middle of the sofa. Neil turned to look at her, not knowing what to do, but his experience with Madge told him he would soon be told. Jayne shifted herself to the edge of the cushion and tapped her knee. This was new, Jayne had never done it before but she gave the indicators she knew would work. She remembered being younger, and If a man sat like that, looked that way and tapped his knees, she knew she had to lay over them buttocks upwards.

She brought her hand down with a sting, but didn’t lift it off again. Gently she would rub for a while, before lifting it and slamming it down hard on Neils arse cheeks. She enjoyed the sight of his flesh turning red.

Jayne punctuated her spanking with carefully thought out words. She manipulated the conversation with phrases like “You do understand I can’t be expected to suffer just because you are small, don’t you?” Before Neil knew it he had agreed to all her terms and was sat cross legged in front of her.

“So that is how things are from now on and you agree don’t you?”

Neil nodded, struggling to understand what was going on, what the situation now was, and what the future would bring.

“Good. Now do you want to cum?”

Neil nodded again and moved his hand down to his cock.

“Did I say you could?”

“No, I’m sorry” Neil said as he instantly stopped.

“That is right, you are sorry” Jayne stood up and moved towards him, “a sorry excuse for a man”

Neil didn’t know what to do, so he looked downward and said nothing.

She placed her hand on his head and patted him, like you would a child.

“Well, you can go for a shower and you can make yourself cum in there. And you will be grateful I am allowing it”

“Yes Miss”

“Go”

Neil gathered his clothes and headed for the living room door to go for his shower, but he turned back and looked at Jayne smiling “Thank you”.

Jayne dismissed him with a nonchalant wave of her hand.

“Can I ask where we are going if we are going out?”

“Yes, we are going to Wetherspoons”

“Wetherspoons? Can we go to one of our usual spots?”, Neils voice changed halfway through as if he knew he shouldn’t ask.

“What like the Golf Club Restaurant? I am not going to find a new lover there, am I?” She smiled a half smile backed up with a dirty look.

Neil didn’t respond, but bounded up the stairs ready for his shower and his relief.

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By *iving for todayMan over a year ago

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Love this

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By *eajayTV/TS over a year ago

Tamar Valley

What a minx Jayne is becoming, hot, horny xxxxx

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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Part 7

I walked around the corner and looked into the shop window and neither Rob or Louise saw me. I stood looking in and I knew Louise was being naughty. Rob was stood behind the till, Louise the other side of the counter, giving Rob a good view down her top. I knew the top two buttons would be undone to give him a good view of the black lacy bra I had chosen that day. I knew Rob would have spent the day staring at her, and I couldn’t blame him. Her 38dd’s were barely covered by the bra, white showed through her white blouse in great detail. Her just above the knee, black skirt wrapped tightly around her arse and thighs, showing off the clips to her stockings. I watched for a moment as Louise slipped behind the counter and deliberately brushed past Rob, rubbing her backside against him, and I watched as she gave the little giggle and apology before bending and reaching under the till. It was obvious Rob was hard, because as she pushed back against him, he moved quickly and went and sat on the stool, covering his embarrassment. He was 19 and hadn’t had much experience of girls. Louise had worked with him for a year and knew him quite well. He only had one girlfriend and she had just turned 16. It was obvious that Rob fancied Louise, she had told me that she was sure he would go off to the toilet and masturbate at least twice a shift, she had admitted one day she had crept out of the office and tried to spy on him through a crack in the cubicle door.

I opened the door and the look on their faces was like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Rob because he had just been staring at my girl's body wishing he cold fuck her. Her because she had been caught being the slut that she protested so hard she wasn’t. What Rob didn’t know was he could have done, Louise didn’t know how to say no. That was why Louise was with me. In her mind, she justified being the way she was because she was doing it for me. In reality she could never say no, even before she met me.

“Hi, I thought I would meet you”

Louise replied “oh, great” trying to disguise what she had obviously been up to but not doing a good job. “I’m just about to take this to the office and cash up”

“OK, I’ll come up”

“Alright Rob?” I asked but didn’t expect or get a reply, just a nod.

I watched as Louise went up the stairs and as I looked up I could see her stocking tops and the white flesh just above them. I looked at Rob and caught him, eyes fixed.

As I got to the office, Louise had put the tray on the desk and turned to stand in the doorway, waiting to greet me with a kiss and whatever I wanted. She put her arms around me and we kissed, my hands went to her arse and pulled at her skirt so I could feel her cheeks. We kissed passionately. I stepped back half a step to look at her and looked down at her cleavage. The top two buttons were undone.

“Someone seems a little turned on?” I said as I played with the third button down on her top.

“No” she protested. I didn’t need to say anything, I just raised my eyebrow a little and she revised her answer. “A little”

“A little?” I questioned as my hand went under her skirt straight to her knickers. I could feel the wetness of them. “A little” I repeated, “I think it is more than a little. These are soaking” I said as I tugged at the black lacy material.

“You know he flirts with me. You make it worse by making me wear this” her hand swept down her body from her breasts to her knees and the look on her face indicated that she didn’t like her outfit.

“I like you dressed like that”

“But If I wear a jumper and a pair of trousers, he leaves me alone. You make me dress like a slut and then I get in trouble with you, it’s not fair”

“petulance?”

“No!” Louise answered in a stroppy way. “I am always getting into trouble with you for things you make me do.”

I put my hands back on her third button and toyed with it. “I only punish you when you need it” I kissed her, as my fingers worked on her button and undid it. She kissed me back hard and pushed her body against mine.

I brought my head back and spun her around, reaching over her shoulders I put my hand inside her blouse and squeezed her breast hard. She turned her head to kiss me over her shoulder and I scooped her breast out of her bra. I swapped hands and repeated my move. Both breasts were now free, hanging over her bra under her white, partially translucent blouse.

I moved her body with mine, pushing her towards the desk. She knew what was coming. She put her arms out and took up her position against the desk. “I’ve got to go lock the door” she complained.

“Shut up” I ordered.

She stayed there silent, both arms on the desk, ready for whatever I chose to do.

“Lift it”. Obediently both hands found the hem of her skirt and raised it to the small of her back. I admired the site of her legs with stocking tops, her thong tucked tightly into her arse crack and not on show at all. I stepped towards her and she was ready to be fucked, but I had other plans. I pulled her thong down and made her step out of it, before standing with it tucked into my hand.

“Cover yourself up” I said as I patted her buttocks gently and kissed her neck.

“What?” She did as she was told but she was obviously confused and turned to look at me, smoothing her skirt down as she turned.

“Well you need to go lock the door”

Louise reached inside her blouse, “No, come here” I stopped her. She stepped towards me and I took her third button and did it up, leaving her breasts hanging above her bra. I let go and found her nipples tweaking both of them.

“But” she started to object, before giving in and accepting her instructions to go lock the door.

I listened but heard nothing. Next to the office was the cloak room. It was a room with six lockers in it for coats and bags, a small bench and a toilet cubicle. All of them were open and Louise’s coat was hanging in one, with her handbag sat on the bottom in full view. Rob’s coats was in the locker next to hers. I felt very amused as I placed her wet thong on top of her handbag, knowing Rob would see it, wondering if he would pick it up.

Louise returned to the office; her face reddened with embarrassment at being made to display herself to her colleague. I heard Rob go into the cloak room and could hear the toilet cubicle.

I leant forward and whispered into Louise’s ear “I think Rob has just gone for a wank because you have been teasing him”

“No I haven’t” she protested

“Oh, maybe it’s because I put your thong in the cloak room” I laughed.

Louise looked horrified. “Why have you met me? I thought you were busy this afternoon and I was going to see you at home?”

“I thought we would go for a drink? Get tea out? Wetherspoons?”

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By *eajayTV/TS over a year ago

Tamar Valley

I’m heading to Weatherspoons xxx

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Aylesbury

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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Part 8

Late Sunday afternoon was always quite busy in our local Wetherspoons. I chose our table carefully and for maximum effect. In the middle of the room were some tall tables, with tall chairs, the kind that put your crotch at eye level of anyone sat at a normal table. Louise followed me in, and I could see the dread on her face as I headed for the tall chairs. I could see a group of older men sat about ten feet away. Louise approached the table and tried to put herself on the chair that would mean her back was to this group, but I stepped forward and blocked her, so she had no choice and she tried as gracefully as she could to lift herself onto the chair. Being quite short, her feet didn’t quite touch the floor while she was sat on it and as she lifted herself, she managed to flash her stocking tops to the group. I left her alone while I went to the bar and enjoyed the spectacle of her struggling with her dilemma. Not wearing knickers, her natural instinct was to sit with one knee across the other, but the skirt she was wearing meant that when she did, her stocking tops were on display.

I stood waiting with my back turned to the bar, and I could see one of the older men had noticed her. He was smiling at her, and she returned his smile in a polite but please don’t talk to me way.

We sat enjoying the drink, and chattering about random things, but Louise was very aware of the group of men that were now all stealing glances. She kept tugging at her skirt. I saw her do this, and looked over my shoulder. There was one man who had given up the pretence of accidental glances, and was now openly watching her. He noticed me looking and gave me a grin before running his fingers through what was left of his grey hair and returning his gaze to my girl.

“Open your legs”

Louise’s face changed to one of pure hatred, but quickly softened to disgust, before changing again to petulant and then accepting. She knew not to argue, and slowly opened her legs to give the grey-haired man a better look.

“There! can I close them now?”

“Not yet”

Louise sighed heavily but the turn up of her lip at the corner betrayed her, she looked down as she tried to hide her smile. I looked back over my shoulder and the grey-haired man was beaming. He nodded at me. We were communicating his desire, my approval of his desire, his gratitude at the display, and his understanding the relationship between Louise and myself. Suddenly it clicked where I had seen him before and a memory of him sticking his cock through a car window when I took another girl dogging sprang into my mind.

“Good girl, that’s enough for now” and with that Louise smiled. She knew she had pleased me, and my confirmation of such was all she needed. She relaxed and the conversation continued.

I was distracted by a woman coming in, older than Louise but with an almost identical body. She looked like I had dressed her. A mid-thigh length leather skirt in black, a white blouse and a prominent black bra showing through. Her coat was hanging open and her legs were clad in shiny black tights or stockings. I found myself looking for the clips, but I couldn’t be sure. She could see I was checking her out, so could Louise who also turned to look. Following belong behind her was a man I knew well.

She walked past our table and smiled at me, obviously appreciative of my open look of admiration. Neil was looking down as he approached, I was surprised to see him in there as I always thought he was a little too “up himself” to be in there.

“Neil! What are you doing in here? The amount I pay your firm I thought even your take away would be Michelin starred.”

“Hi” he laughed and shook my hand. “it was Jayne’s idea” Pointing towards the woman that had just passed me, just as she turned around to see who Neil was talking to.

Jayne stepped towards me and shook my hand, as Neil introduced us and I in turn introduced Louise. There were only two seats, and it was Jayne who spotted a table nearby for four. Indicating towards it, she asked me and Louise to join them and then promptly sent Neil to the bar with a drinks order for all four of us.

I sat down opposite Jayne, and Louise sat next to me. Louise and I exchanged a glance and in that glance was a whole conversation. Louise knew I was interested, knew what I wanted and that I would give everything I could to get it. I knew Louise wouldn’t be happy, but both Louise and I knew she would assist me, she would stand by and let me. She would even assist me with getting her away from her husband by making arrangements for me. She had done it before and her look confirmed that she would do it this time. What neither of us knew was Jayne was interested and trying to work out how to get me away from Louise.

The conversation was mainly about work and business and to be honest was the kind of conversation I had before with Neil at the only times I had seen him socially which had always been work related functions. Jayne showed quite a bit of interest in me, but I wasn’t sure she was flirting until we were eating. She took the last haloumi fry and dipped it in the chilli sauce, leaning forward towards me, she provocatively licked the sauce from the end “ooh I do like things a little spicy” she smiled at me.

Louise huffed and I looked at her. I didn’t need to speak, just gave her my look and she apologised immediately. Neil who had finished eating a while back and hadn’t said a word for a while, was looking quite uncomfortable with the situation, rose from his seat and said he was off to the toilet. His wife was too busy staring at me and didn’t reply.

I looked up and indicated where the toilets were, wishing him good luck for the journey. He looked a bit confused but set off. I knew at that point I was right and he had never been inside a Wetherspoons before.

“Neil has never been in one of these before has he? How come you are slumming it?”

Jayne laughed at my question and sat back. She rolled her shoulders back, pushing her breasts out, she shook her shoulders from side to side making her breast swing, “Just shaking life up a bit”, she giggled.

Louise looked away. I noticed the grey hair man was watching, with a massive smile on his face and I knew what he was thinking “Lucky Bastard” I nodded at him and smiled.

I leant forward to take my wallet out and took out a note, passing it to Louise. She took it and stood “What am I getting?”

“Jayne?” I nodded at her.

“Ooh another white wine please!” Louise pointed to my drink and I nodded. She looked at Neil’s pint which was three quarters full and I shook my head. He really didn’t seem to be enjoying his drink, so I wasn’t going to line them up for him, Jayne however was a different matter, she was enjoying the drink and it seemed to be freeing her of her inhibitions, so I mouthed the word “Large” at Louise.

Louise promptly set off to the bar. “Oooh you have her well trained, don’t you?” Jayne giggled.

“Of course, you don’t know how well trained” I laughed.

Neil suddenly appeared and sat down. Jayne didn’t even acknowledge his re-appearance but leant forward and brushed her hand down my bicep. Neil didn’t respond just picked up his drink and sipped.

“I bet you could train any girl couldn’t you”

“I certainly can! I know just what to do to make them behave” I looked at Neil and knew instantly what kind of relationship they had, and I knew that when I said my next line, I wasn’t going to get Neil flying across the table trying to kill me, so I carried on. “I like to put naughty girls across my knee for a bare-bottom spanking when they misbehave”.

I was watching Neil as I spoke, so I didn’t see Jayne’s face. I didn’t see Louise approaching and didn’t notice until she pulled out the chair and sat.

“Do you have to tell everyone?” she said as she sat, a mock stern look on her face. I knew Louise very well and I knew she was at the point where she was becoming excited by the situation. She leant in towards me and kissed me on the cheek. My left hand naturally went to her thigh and I felt the warm flesh just above her stocking tops and gripped it.

“You can’t help what you like” Louise said with a smile, looking directly at Jayne. She no longer had the look on her face that showed Jayne was competition, but a much more friendly smile. Jayne turned directly towards Neil and looked at him, squeezing his thigh, she looked at him for a few seconds and he turned and smiled shyly at her.

“Isn’t that a song?” Jayne laughed at her own attempt at being funny, but then looked saddened, “Oh no, that’s ‘You can’t always get what you want’ isn’t it”. I couldn’t see under the table but Jayne’s hand moved from Neil’s thigh to his crotch and obviously rubbed. Neil didn’t move but his face went bright red.

“I can” Louise said quietly, as she moved her hand to my cock and stroked. “Jayne, think baby’s arm size” she said with a smile.

Jayne looked shocked, then admiringly at me, before turning to Louise and making a gesture with her hand, holding her thumb and finger together and using an imaginary toothpick.

Neil shifted uncomfortably in his seat and then excused himself, heading off back to the toilet. Louise sat back and removed her hand from me, just as I felt a foot entwine itself with my leg and rub the back of my calf.

Louise nodded her approval at Jayne.

“He’s looking again” Louise nodded her head side-ways to the grey-haired man who was now sat on his own.

“Well take it as a compliment, he likes what he sees.”

“Urgh, no thanks”

“Excuse me?” I looked at Louise sternly. She looked frightened.

“Please no.” She said quietly.

Jayne was obviously confused.

“What?” turning she could see the man leering at Louise, “Do you know him?” she asked directing it to both of us.

Louise spoke first, “No but I know his type and so does he”, Louise slapped me on the arm lightly.

“I told you Louise here is very well trained. She does what she is told”

“Like what?” Jayne asked.

Louise stood up and moved around the table to sit next to Jayne, whispering in her ear. Jayne had her hand clasped to her mouth in disbelief. Looking directly at me in the eye, with a mixture of fear, disgust, desire and excitement.

“And you do?”

Louise nodded with a smile. She shrugged “I just like it”. I hadn’t heard what Louise had whispered.

“But with him?” she turned to look at the grey-haired man

“If I am told, I do it for my Master’s pleasure, not mine”

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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Part 9

“I can kind of understand that. I used to be a bit of a” Jayne leant forward and whispered “Slut” before leaning back and continuing “Myself, when I was younger”

“Really” I sat back smiling, well aware that Jayne was looking directly at me, and so was Louise. I knew Louise well and I knew she needed to demonstrate that she was my number one. She returned to sit next to me, as if to demonstrate her position.

I worked my hand up the inside of Louise’s thigh until the side of my hand was against her pubic mound.

“I like that” I said to Jayne, I turned to give Louise a reassuring kiss and I said “I do like slutty girls don’t I?”

Louise giggled and nodded, “He really does” She stopped giggling and looked at Jayne with a serious look on her face. “I don’t mind what he does as long as he is happy. We don’t have any secrets”

Louise’s devotion to me gave me a confidence boost and I leant forward to talk to Jayne. She leaned in towards me, and I spoke softly in her ear “We all know I want you. Louise is ok with it and we both know it is going to happen, the only question is when?”

Jayne sat back “Really?” she said as she crossed her arms raising one eyebrow.

Louise laughed, “Oh I know what he just said to you. He’s not backwards at coming forwards is he?”

“No” said Jayne, “he really isn’t!” turning to me she bit her bottom lip and smiled before asking, “What makes you so sure? And besides I have a husband.”

I didn’t get time to come out with my usual answer to that which is “He can watch if he likes” with a cheeky smile on my face, because Louise said it first. Jayne looked shocked. Louise leant forward and touched Jayne’s arm.

“Simon likes to be watched and he doesn’t mind who it is who is watching, me, a lady's husband, whoever”

Jayne bit her lip and took a sharp intake of breath. Louise nodded at her “Exciting isn’t he?. He get’s in your mind and it is like he can see all your thoughts!”

“You aren’t kidding are you?, bloody hell”

“So he is right then? You do want to?”

“Maybe” she said smiling innocently. “So did he just tell you he wanted you then? When you first met? How did you meet?”

With all the questions it was as if Jayne was trying to take the focus away from her, but I could see she was turned on and kept catching her looking at me.

“I short-changed him! I was working in a pub”

“I see” said Jayne interested.

“He told me he had given me a tenner, not a fiver” Neil came and sat backdown and picked up his drink, oblivious to the conversation.

“I sorted it but as I did, he told me If I did it again he would give me a right good spanking for being a naughty girl”

Neil’s eyes widened and he almost spat his beer out, before looking at Jayne who was listening intently.

“We kept eyeing each other up, and when he came for another drink, I jokingly did the same. He told me off and said he would be outside at six”

“I remember panicking and wondering how he knew what time I finished and he just smiled at me. I was a bit scared really.”

“So?” Jayne asked quite excitedly.

Louise smiled at me. “I walked out and he was there sat on the bench. He said my car is there and pointed towards it.”

“I didn’t know what to do, but I remember shaking my head at him and he walked over to his car and opened the passenger door, holding it open waiting for me! I said no and he walked up to me, stood right in front of me and he started playing with my skirt hem. He told me he was going to spank me and we could either do it there over the bench or if I preferred, we could get in the car ‘like sensible people’” she poked her tongue out at me “and go to his house”

Jayne was visibly excited shifting on her seat. Neil was quietly watching her. “So?” she enquired.

“Well we went to his house and I got a spanking!” Louise laughed and continued the story. Neil began to look embarrassed as his wife was obviously enjoying it.

Louise told how I had pushed her onto the sofa and roughly ripped her knickers down exposing her bare arse. How I had given her a firm spanking leaving my handprint. How her sexy arse had got her in more trouble because it had excited me, and how she had to relieve my frustration.

“Did he kiss you?”

“Not until after he had finished. I didn’t even know his name at that point”

Jayne was openly turned on. “Wow that really is dirty. Did he cum inside you?”

“Yes” Louise nodded.

“And you didn’t know his name? That kind of turns me on”

“I had noticed” I said with a smile. Neil sat quiet just watching.

“He knew me though., he had been asking questions all about me. I had a bit of a reputation and to be fair, that is why I worked at the pub. I had fun!”

“mmmm” was the only noise Jayne could make.

I knew at this point what kind of relationship Jayne and Neil had, but I didn’t know how new it was. Louise knew too.

“So it excites you then Jayne? A man doing things like that to you, before he kisses you and before you even know his name?”

“A little” she replied, glancing at Neil to make sure he was still ok. Neil smiled at her a half smile; uncertain as to what was happening.

“Well you don’t know my full name” I laughed “and we haven’t kissed yet”

Louise was watching Neil. She leant forward and reached under the table, squeezing his knee as she sat opposite him. “That thought excites you as well doesn’t it” Neil turned to face her and looked down, but his eyes looked up at her and nodded a little. “Don’t worry, she will enjoy it. Maybe we can watch them together?” She playfully moved her hand up to his crotch and smiled at Jayne.

It was at that point I noticed the grey-haired man had moved closer to us and was now sat at our original table, with a beaming smile on his face. His eyes were wide as he watched Louise squeeze Neil’s cock. Neil jumped uncomfortably and Jayne giggled.

“It’s ok baby”, she reassured him, placing her hand briefly over Louise’s on his tiny cock. “Enjoy it, when she sees it she might think it’s not worth it” She laughed with a nasty tone that took me by surprise. Neil looked hurt but then managed a weak smile.

I looked at Jayne sternly and kept looking at her while I spoke to Neil. “Don’t worry Neil. Louise does what I want, no exceptions. If I tell her to play, she plays” Neil’s face went red and he looked down at his lap. Louise’s hand was now gently rubbing.

Jayne sat back in her chair. “No exceptions” she said with a cocky look on her face, staring at me.

I nodded and Jayne, showing the effects of her drinking and her loss of inhibitions said, “Prove it then”.

I looked around and caught site of the grey-haired man and instantly knew what I was going to do.

“Ok, so if I do prove it, then what do I get?”

“What do you want?” replied Jayne with a smile.

“You”

Jayne lent forward, “Really? And you think you are going to have me?”

“Don’t you?” I asked as I stood and walked away from the table. I walked to the right of the bar to where there was an area of booths. I knew from previous escapades in there, that these couldn’t be seen from the bar and the CCTV covered only the main area. If you were sat down, you weren’t on camera. I knew this because I had played before. You could fit six people in a booth, only the end two could be seen by the rest of the pub.

Jayne, Neil and the grey-haired man all watched as I walked off. Louise just smiled at her memories. She knew why I was going there. Louise had sat naked in one of the booths and masturbated as a punishment. I came back to the table and picked up my drink.

“Come on then, you wanted proof” Louise was up like a shot, Jayne was a bit slower but still quicker than Neil, who was obviously totally unaware of what was about to happen. I faced the grey-haired man, nodded and indicated with my pint towards the booths. He smiled and stood up, following me.

I stood at the end of the table and directed people to their seats. Louise tucked into the booth first, Neil opposite her, Jayne followed Neil and I motioned for the perverted stranger to sit beside Louise. I sat on the end sandwiching Jayne between her husband Neil and myself.

“So you like my girl then?” I asked the man. He nodded at me enthusiastically, “Yes” he managed to stutter and then looked at her with an obvious desire.

“Do you like her tits? Go on feel them”. The man didn’t need telling twice and groped them roughly through her blouse and bra, tweaking her nipples, while making quiet but approving sounds. Louise had a distant look on her face. She wasn’t enjoying this and gave the impression she just wanted it to be over. Neil’s eyes were popping out of his head and Jayne turned to look at me with shock on her face.

“Enough proof?” I smiled at Jayne. She didn’t reply but had turned back to watch the show. “No? Ok, Louise, get them out”

Louise glared at me but couldn’t hold it and her face softened to a half smile. The man sat back staring at her chest as she slowly undid her buttons, to reveal her bra. She stopped and looked at me, knowing I wasn’t going to give in and let her stop there.

“I said out”

Louise let out a sigh, and then took both hands and lowered her cups whilst lifting her massive 38DD’s out of them. The man needed no invitation and was on her, licking and sucking one nipple whilst teasing the other. I was keeping a half eye on the pub, but I noticed Neil was happily rubbing his cock under the table. Jayne was engrossed. I took my chance and put my hand on her knee. She didn’t move and her gaze held firm. My hand moved in between her knees and I started to move it up her leg. She turned to look at me. “Enough proof?”

She nodded. The man had taken his chance and had slid his hand down Louise’s body and was attempting to get it under her skirt but because of the way she was sat it was difficult. Louise had got to the point where she had lost control. She wanted her pussy touching. She gently pushed him back into his seat, “Wait”. She raised herself off the seat and hoisted her skirt up flashing her bare pussy at us all sat at the table. She sat back down and parted her legs and the man was on her again. He had no difficulty sliding a finger into her and pumped away with it. Jayne and Neil were transfixed. My hand worked further up Jayne’s thigh and as it did, she opened her legs to allow me access. The side of my hand was touching her pubic mound. I could feel how wet her knickers were.

“Louise, mouth” I said quietly. She needed no further instruction, and with seconds the man had slid his way to the edge of the table and turned back into the booth, Louise was leaning forward undoing him. His cock sprang free and Louise sucked him greedily.

As I watched I tugged at the material hiding Jayne’s pussy from my hand. “These are no good, get them off” Neil suddenly turned and looked at her. I think she suddenly realised how carried away she had become and tried closing her legs as she looked at Neil. He smiled and kissed her. I heard him whisper “I love you”. His hand went to her knee and gently encouraged her to open her legs again.

“Not here” she said. We all became aware of the grey-haired man's impending explosion as he gripped the edge of the table and with the other hand gripped Louise’s head. I stopped trying to finger Jayne as I watched what I knew all too well was Louise getting a mouthful of hot steamy cum. She sat up and smiled at me.

“Good girl” I smiled back. She busied herself with putting her tits back in trying to make herself look presentable, taking a drink she washed away the last remnants of cum and turned back to face Neil, acting as if she hadn’t just given a live sex show in the middle of Wetherspoons. “Did you enjoy that?”

Neil nodded and was openly rubbing his cock under the table. Jayne spoke up “I did!”

The grey–haired man had put himself away and had stood. He said thank you to me, looked at Louise slightly uncomfortably. It was obvious he didn’t know whether to say thank you, kiss her or buy her a drink. He smiled and made an “Eh, ah” kind of noise while pointing in the general direction of the door.

Louise laughed it off and said “See ya”. He raised his hand in a half-hearted wave and backed away before making a run for the door. “They never know what to say after. Plenty of chat until they are done then they run away to their wives as soon as they can. It’s a good job I am not sensitive” she joked.

I stood and swapped sides of the table, sitting and putting my arm around Louise. Jayne and Neil were having a conversation with their eyes.

I imagined what they were saying. She was panicked. He was excited. I cuddled Louise. I knew that she had only done that for me. Once the sex took over, it was for her, but she wouldn’t have chosen to do that then and there with him. She did that because I told her to.

“Well, that was different” said Jayne.

“Definity enough proof now? Yes? So when do I get my prize”

Neil sat up straight paying attention. He looked at Jayne and smiled lovingly. He turned to me with a big grin on his face, “No time like the present” He squeezed her knee.

Jayne looked scared and looked at Neil. He reassured her it was ok,” You want to don’t you” he said as he smiled and nodded. “It’s ok, I want you to”

I finished my drink and stood. “Come on then”. I took Louise’s hand and walked off, checking they were following. Neil and Jayne were talking to each other as we got to the door, both seemed excited.

I walked down the street, Louise holding my hand. It was a lovely warm evening, and Louise knew where I was heading. We walked about 50 yards, and I turned into the Alley. Neil and Jayne caught up, “Where are you taking us?” Jayne said.

“It’s ok, it’s a quiet little garden down here.”

We walked another 20 feet and I unhooked the gate, pushing it open. We stepped inside the walled area. There were several picnic tables. Jayne realised where we were and asked if it was ok. I explained I knew the owner and me and Louise had never been caught there.

Louise perched on a table, with her legs on the bench. Neil sat down on the table next to hers. I walked up to Jayne and stood in front of her. I went to lift her skirt, but she stopped me, afraid because we were outside. “What if someone comes?”

“No one will” I tried again but she pushed her skirt down again. Neil spoke quietly “Should I go keep watch?”

Jayne nodded and Neil let himself out of the gate. Finally, I got to lift her skirt and she didn’t resist as I pulled her knickers down. I slid my finger inside her. Jayne lent forward to kiss me, and I avoided it. “Not until you have made me cum”

She groaned and I directed her backwards to the table, placing her against it, I sat her on the edge. My hand was busy working on her pussy, and within a minute of me playing with her clit she was ready to orgasm. I stopped and undid my trousers and with my hard cock poking out I pulled her off the table and towards me. Her hand found me and gripped excitedly. I spun her around and leant against the table.

“Get on your knees”. Jayne obliged and took me in her mouth.

“Louise, go get Neil. I am sure he wants to see his wife being a slut”

Louise came back into the garden leading Neil by the hand. He was awestruck as he saw his beautiful wife sucking on my meat. I nodded to her skirt which had worked its way back down to cover her arse and Louise pulled it back up to show her off. Neil stood rubbing his cock about four feet away enjoying the show.

I nodded to Louise and she came to my side. I kissed her hard while squeezing her arse as Jayne greedily and expertly sucked my seven inches down to my balls.

I whispered in Louise’s ear “get naked” and she obliged, discarding her clothes, she stood naked next to me. Jayne was still sucking me and looking up at Louise and I kissing. Jayne came up for breath and took me out of her mouth but carried on working my cock in her hand. I pulled her up and kissed her hard and then pulled Louise in to kiss me at the same time. Our three tongues met. I looked across at Neil and he stood with his pants around his ankles. His cock was tiny, and he was using just two fingers to wank. We carried on stood there, all three kissing, me trying to finger both pussies at the same time, but with difficulty. I looked at Louise and nodded my head toward the bench. She took up the position, her massive tits dangling on the wood. Her arse in the air, ready to be fucked. I pulled Jayne in for another hard kiss, and I moved my hand up to the back of her neck. I gripped and moved her towards Louise. She objected, “No”.

“No?” I raised my tone at the end so she knew I was questioning her response.

“I don’t ..lick. I .. Don't mind if she.. But I don’t lick”

I pulled her back toward me for a hard kiss. “You do now. Understand?” I looked at Neil, he wasn’t protecting her, he was enjoying watching, wanking furiously. I hooked my foot in the back of her knee and pushed whilst holding her neck. “Get back on your knees” She gave in and was on her knees. I kept hold of her head as I moved behind her. Louise was looking over her shoulder. She had been there. Louise had had her face pushed into a random slut’s pussy and arse and held there until she started to behave. Jayne was resisting verbally, but her body didn’t. A gentle push in the direction of Louise and she readily moved herself forward. Poking her tongue out gently teasing Louise’s pussy lips. Within a minute she was lapping away like a cat eating the cream. Her eyes smiled up at me.

“I knew as soon as I saw you what a dirty slut you would be” She sat back and smiled at me “Thank you”

Jayne surprised me, she placed both of her hands on Louise’s arse cheeks and pulled them apart. She pushed out her tongue and poked her anus with it, her eyes caught mine and held my gaze as she tongued Louise’s arse. I watched for as long as I could, but I needed to be inside one of them. I pulled Jayne up by her hair and pushed her over the bench, alongside Louise. I stood and surveyed my prey. Four holes ready and waiting. I stood behind Louise and pushed my entire cock deep into her pussy. I fucked her like that for a minute whilst working my fingers in and out of Jayne. I was aware of Neil behind us watching three bare arses.

I pulled out of Louise and she moaned, “No please carry on” but I had moved and was now right behind Jayne, the tip of my cock at her pussy. I pushed deep and was in her. Louise had reached underneath her and was rubbing her clit. I turned to see Neil still wanking. “Come here”. I carried on fucking Jayne and reached across spreading Louise’s arse cheeks. “Go on fuck her” I said to Neil. He seemed hesitant looking at Jayne for approval. Jayne was in no fit state to give it. “Look mate, my girl wants fucking and right now my cock is in your wife, so fuck her!”

He approached her gently and tried to push his cock into her but just as he put it inside her, he clenched and shot his load.

“For fucks sake was that it?” Louise asked in a raised voice

Neil tried to apologise and explain but Louise was angry at missing out. She lifted herself up and turned around to face him. He stood with his head bowed, hands covering his tiny limp dick. “That’s how you fuck a woman” She had taken his head and turned it to make him watch me. Jayne was moaning she was going to cum and she did as I pounded her. Jayne’s orgasm subsided and I pulled out of her. Louise wanted fucking and she took charge. I had been training Louise on how to dominate pathetic older men and we had some sessions, but I didn’t realise how good she had become. She took Neil by the back of the neck and pushed him down so he was sat on the floor with his back to the table. She then resumed her position bending over the table, but instead of using her hand, she was now grinding her clit on Neil’s face. I stood behind her and entered her pussy, hard and fast. Louise didn’t take long before she came.

Jayne had had knelt down at the side of Louise, intently watching as my cock went in and out. I pulled out and she was ready to take me in her mouth. Louise lifted herself off and sat on a bench watching. Neil didn’t move but stayed sat on the floor watching his wife suck on my member, glistening with both hers and Louise’s juices.

I couldn’t last long and I said so. Louise moved quickly and was suddenly at the side of Neil, holding his chin, pushing him towards his wife. “Cum in his face” Jayne’s eyes lit up but clamped her mouth around me even harder until I exploded. She didn’t swallow, she looked directly at Neil and spat my load into his face. “Now that was a fuck”.

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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Anyone want part 10?

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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Part 10

Neil wiped his face to get rid of my spunk but licked his lips and obviously enjoyed my taste. My semen was on his hand and he wiped it on the ground. Jayne looked satisfied, with a little evil glint in her eye. She stood up and came towards me. “Do I get my kiss now then Sir?”

“Oh yes I think so”

We put our arms around each other, pulling her in tightly I kissed her with my tongue. We broke apart and Louise was sat on the bench watching us, still naked, her hand was idly playing with her clit. Neil was still sat on the floor, his trousers around his ankles, his wife’s discarded knickers by his hand and he was toying with them. Jayne looked down at him and smiled. He smiled back, tenderly and lovingly. He knew he couldn’t provide what his wife needed but he was happy to see her finally satisfied. I put myself away and did up my zip. Jayne propped herself up against the table and I wandered over to sit next to Louise. I placed my hand on her thigh and she turned her head to kiss me.

“So” I said, and all three looked at me, “Come here”. Jayne walked over and stood in front of me, Neil just behind her. He had picked up his wife’s knickers and they dangled from his fingers. “Kneel”.

I sat there, fully clothed. Neil had tried to pull up his trousers and pants as he walked but had not managed very well so his arse was sticking out. Louise sat to my left, completely naked and still idly toying with her waxed pussy, 2 foot away from Neil’s face. Jayne, knelt directly in front of me, fully clothed but without her knickers which were held tightly in Neil’s hand.

“Did we all enjoy that?” Neil nodded, Jayne looked down but nodded gently. Louise had a beaming smile on her face and rubbed my leg “I did, and I think you did too”.

“Oh I did, very much. I like it when my number one girl does as she is told” I said as I put my arm around Louise and cuddled her. Louise enjoyed the praise and it showed on her face. She leant in for a kiss and I noticed that she opened her legs a little wider. Neil’s eyes were transfixed. He was openly rubbing his tiny dick.

“What happens now?” Asked Jayne as she looked up, but her attention was drawn immediately to her husband’s hand rubbing his cock.

I reached forward and took hold of her chin and turned her face so she was looking at me.

“Well, that depends on you two”

“What do you mean?” Jayne asked nervously.

“Well this was fun, but there are rules if you want to do it again. Aren’t there babygirl?” I asked as I turned to Louise.

Louise nodded “Yes”.

“And what are those rules? For you babygirl?”

“I have to do what you say.”

“it’s a bit more than that isn’t it? Tell Jayne the specific rules”

“Simon can choose how I dress anytime.”

“And?”

“I always have to answer him and do what he says”

I watched Jayne. She didn’t looked shocked. I leant forward and reached between her legs, rubbing her pussy. She breathed in sharply as I touched. “Do you think you would like that?”

Jayne didn’t answer, just looked at me, biting her top lip, but her face gave away the fact that she was more than a little interested. “What about you Neil?”

Neil looked at Jayne, looking for her to answer. “Well?” I demanded, “Do you want see Jayne enjoy herself?”

“Yes” he nodded meekly.

Jayne turned to face him, studying him, trying to gauge what he was thinking. She nodded.

“So then, are you ready to follow the rules Neil?” I asked as I pulled Jayne towards me and kissed her hard. “Do you think this one can follow the rules?”

I pulled back from Jayne. Her eyes were looking directly into mine. They screamed out that she was excited and that she needed rules to follow. “I can” she whispered, and I kissed her again.

“You will both be given the set of rules that you will need to follow. You will understand those rules and you will agree to them before we go any further, ok?” As I said OK, I took Jayne’s chin and pulled upwards, so she was looking at me as I raised my eyebrow. “Yes”, she nodded. I turned and smiled at Louise, raised my eyebrows and tilted my head towards Neil.

Louise knew I wanted to him to confirm that he would follow my rules. She opened her legs wide and leant forward. Her large boobs swinging free inches from his face. She grabbed his cheeks hard and squeezed “Well are you going to answer him, you pathetic excuse for a man? Are you going to follow Master’s rules so that your wife can be one of his slut’s?”

“One of our sluts” I corrected her. Louise smiled at me and turned back to Neil. “Well?”

“Yes Miss”

“Good. I am his number one though”. Do you understand? She looked at Jayne who nodded. Neil also nodded his agreement, but he would have agreed to anything at that moment. I could only imagine how he felt. I was surprised by the evening. I had known Neil as a professional, even seen him out socially and never picked up on his true personality before but here he was in his full submissive glory, gifting his wife to me and my girl.

“Right” I said “Get dressed, early start in the morning”

“Awww, I was just having fun” Louise replied.

“Come on” I said. Louise had a sulky look on her face. “Five minutes? Please?”

“Ok”.

Louise stood up in front of Neil and stepped towards him. His face was right at her crotch level. She stroked his hair gently as he tried to lick her. “Good little boy aren’t we?” Neil responded with what I presume was “Yes Mistress” but the sound was muffled as Louise ground her pussy onto his face.

She shifted her legs, so that her right foot was between his crotch, pushing against him. Her fingers twisted his hair into a bunch and she suddenly yanked his head backwards, so he was looking up at her. His face showed the pain he was in, and Louise seemed to enjoy staring down at him. Her weight shifted and she lifted her right foot, bringing it back. Her foot was in the air as she warned him, “Don’t you dare make a sound” before kicking it forward. She let go of his hair as her foot made contact, and Neil slouched forward grabbing his balls.

Neil looked up at her. Jayne didn’t even get a glance from him, “Thank you Mistress”

“Why am I the only one naked? That isn’t right is it little boy?”

“No miss” Neil started to undo his shirt enthusiastically. Louise pushed him with her foot and he fell backwards. Laying on the floor, he quickly removed his jeans and boxer shorts, as Louise turned to face Jayne. Jayne was kneeling upright, back straight, head bowed, hands resting on her thighs. A position Louise was used to being sat in herself whilst she waited for instruction from me.

Louise turned her face to look at me,” Can I?”

I reached up and stroked Louise’s arse cheeks. “Yes baby”.

Louise reached down and collected Jayne’s hair in her hand, before pulling her up to her feet by it.

Jayne stood instantly, keeping her head bowed as she did, her hands fell by her side. Louise kept her grip with her left hand and her right hand reached for her chin and lifted her head to face her. Louise glanced at me to make sure I was watching and then she kissed Jayne, hard. She broke away from Jayne, “Come on, you as well” she said tugging at her blouse, “I want to see”. Louise sat down next to me and cuddled up to me, as I put my arm around her.

Jayne suddenly reminded me very much of Louise. The look on her face was hatred and disgust. It was clear she didn’t want to be doing this, but much like Louise, she was doing it. We watched as she slowly undid each button on her blouse, discarding it on the bench. Her face softened as I praised her, and encouraged, she removed her skirt, stepping out of it, she used her foot to flick that on top of her blouse.

“Wow, you really are gorgeous! I fancy you myself” Louise said as she openly admired her stood in just her bra, suspender belt and stockings. Neil had sat back up and was sat on the grass in front of the bench, naked. His clothes were in a pile next to him. I pulled Jayne into me, between my legs and ran my hands down over her hips, until I was toying with the clips on her stocking tops. We kissed passionately and I moved my hands round to her backside. Her buttocks were pleasantly soft and squidgy. Some may have called her chubby and at 5 feet 6 inches tall, dress size 12 – 14 she wasn’t the slimmest, but just my kind of girl. I was struck by how like Louise she was. If they were stood together, heads covered, I would have had difficulty telling them apart.

I felt Louise move as we kissed but was engrossed in Jayne. I was surprised when I realised, she was behind her, cuddling and tenderly kissing Jayne’s neck whilst unclipping her bra. Jayne helped Louise by moving her arms and letting the bra slide off. I stopped kissing her and leant back to enjoy the view. Louise’s hands cupped Jayne’s breast from behind and lifted them, presenting them to me for my mouth.

I explored her gorgeous nipples with my teeth, teasing them with my tongue, interspersed with firm sharp bites, squeezing them between my hands. Jayne had managed to move her hands to my crotch and was trying to unzip me. Louise had bent down behind her, expertly unclipping her stockings and sliding them down her leg. Jayne raised each foot in turn to allow Louise to slide them off her feet. Jayne was completely naked, stripped by my naked submissive slut in front of her naked husband who sat on the floor watching and wanking his tiny dick, in a tearoom garden 50 feet from a busy main road. I felt like a king, fully dressed while my servants displayed themselves for my pleasure. My cock was hard and Jayne had managed to pull it free, working her hand up and down it whilst tickling my balls with the other. I was lost in the kissing and wanking, not aware of what Neil and Louise were doing, until Louise was behind me, reaching around me, her right arm across my chest, the other teasing Jayne’s right nipple.

“Fuck her”, Louise panted as she kissed my neck. “Please fuck her.” Louise’s hand moved down my body and enveloped Jayne’s as it worked up and down on my cock.

Jayne stepped back and looked at me with an excited look on her face. I stood and took her by the hand, guiding her round to the edge of the table, I positioned her and pushed backwards, laying her down. She readily opened her legs and I lifted them up to my shoulders. I was in her easily, pushing hard she gasped. I was lost in the rhythm, ramming seven inches deep inside her, my balls slapping against her. Her breathing was short and fast, and she started to arch her back, lifting herself off the table. Louise appeared at the side of her and laid down. Jayne turned to face Louise and they kissed. Louise’s hand started on Jayne’s stomach but quickly worked its way down her body, until she was rubbing Jayne’s clit. The two sensations took her right to the edge of orgasm and she moaned, greedily kissing my girl.

Louise pulled back from Jayne. “Is my man making you cum?”

“Yes” Jayne panted, “Oh fuck”

Louise stopped rubbing and lifted her hand to Jayne’s face, roughly she turned her head away from her, so that Jayne was looking directly at Neil. Neil stood about four feet back from the table. He was no longer naked but dressed in the underwear his wife had discarded. Louise pushed down on Jayne’s right cheek, holding her face to the table, ensuring she couldn’t look away. “Tell him”, she lowered her mouth to Jayne’s ear “Tell him how much you like my man’s cock. Tell your sissy boy who you belong to!”

“Master. I belong to Master” she panted, before letting out a loud “Oh fuck” as her entire body shuddered. I let go of her legs and let them fall by my side as I pulled out and held my cock in my hand, wanking as I orgasmed and sprayed my hot sticky cum all over her pubic area, finally wiping the last drops down her inner thigh. I don’t know if Louise indicated to Neil or if Neil took it upon himself, but I had hardly stepped away from her and he was there between her legs. Louise sat up at the side of Jayne watching as Neil licked her. Starting at the small glistening patch on her inner thigh, he licked it clean before moving his tongue up her thigh to her pubic area, kissing tenderly and licking my wet sticky mess from her.

Jayne lifted her head to look at him. “Yeah that’s right you pathetic little sissy boy. Get it clean”

Louise got down from the table and picked up her bra, tucking herself in and continued to get dressed, glancing over, smiling at Neil now pleasing his wife fully with his mouth. Jayne obviously enjoying it and well on her way to another orgasm.

We watched, stood cuddling each other, as Jayne came again. Once her orgasm subsided, she pushed Neil away with her foot and spun her legs over the side of the table. Louise picked up her blouse and handed it to and she put it on quickly, not looking directly at us as if she was embarrassed. I could see the moment that she realised she had just put her blouse on without her bra. She stopped or a second as if thinking what to do, before continuing and doing up the buttons. Louise handed Jayne her skirt and then picked up Neil’s jeans and shirt. She didn’t hand them to him, she threw them at him. He looked down at where they fell by his feet, and then looked at his legs clad in the stockings. He seemed to hesitate a little but then slid them over the top of the shiny black material. He pulled his shirt on over his wife’s bra and sat on a bench doing it up.

Neither of them spoke, he found his socks and slipped them on, before putting his shoes on. Jayne leant on the table with one hand and pulled on her shoes with the other.

“Right, time to go I think” I took Louise by the hand and led her out of the gate and onto the main road. We stopped at the entrance to the alley and stood face to face with them. It was obvious that they were both embarrassed now that their animal needs had been taken care of. Neil was looking down at the floor, Jayne brushed her hair from her face with one hand, trying not to look at me and Louise.

“We are going to walk down and get the bus” I said. Neil spoke to the floor, as he said “We are only five minutes walk, so” his voice trailed off.

Neither of them knew what to do and it was obvious. Neil stood staring at the floor, his face obviously red. Jayne, was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, not knowing what to say or do.

“Well, kiss him goodbye then”, Louise said to Jayne, reaching forward and touching her arm in a re-assuring manner.

Jayne suddenly looked panicked, perhaps because we were on a main road, but it looked to me like she was worried about what Neil thought. I stepped forward and pulled her in to me for a kiss, wrapping my arms around her, I gave her no choice. My hand naturally wandered down to her arse, feeling it through the leather skirt. Traffic was going past us and it was obvious that both Jayne and Neil were worried about being seen. I prolonged the kiss, even as Jayne tried to break away. The thought of someone seeing us and the humiliation Neil would suffer if he was seen standing there watching his wife kiss another man, was amazing and instantly I was feeling turned on again; not physically but mentally.

I let go of Jayne, and she stepped back, moved towards Neil and took his hand, all without looking up at me.

“Right, we will speak soon”, I said as I took hold of Louise’s hand and set off “Goodnight”.

Neil, Jayne and Louise, all said goodnight and we walked off down the hill to the bus stop. As I looked back over my shoulder, Jayne had done the same and we both smiled at each other. I leant against the glass wall in the shelter and Louise leant against me. My arms around her waist and her hands covered mine.

“Did you set that up?”

“No”

“Really?”

“Yes really.”

“Not even the bloke?”

“Well, maybe” I lied. I liked Louise to think I was always in control. Louise slapped my hand gently and playfully.

“I knew it”

The bus pulled up and Louise stepped forward. I smiled as the bus driver openly checked her out as she got on. I smiled as I bought our tickets, knowing he was thinking lucky bastard. I was thinking, if only you knew!

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By *untooMan over a year ago

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Wow, great story!!!

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By *aster Yorkshirepro OP Man over a year ago

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I have now released this on kindle under the title the dark side of marriage under a pen name Stephen J Charles.

It is available for free. All i ask is if you enjoy it, say so!

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By *irishladMan over a year ago

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