Mrs. Carson tossed her head back and started to cum again. Everything Mrs. Jennsen down the street had told her over lunch a few days before was true. All it took was ordering ‘extra salami’ when she called the pizza place, and the driver made sure she was VERY happy with her order when he showed up to deliver.
It was the kind of friendship where they loaned each other their cars and tools. Sometimes Ted would even loan Dan his boat for a weekend out on the lake. What Ted didn’t know of course, was the Dan was also borrowing Ted’s wife on some of those weekends as well.
He sent her more texts. He flirted every chance he got, and hoped some day maybe she might flirt back. He rarely got a reply, until that afternoon.
"If you want something, just be a man and take it." she sent.
"What do you mean?" he asked after trying to figure out the meaning of her message. Surely he didn’t understand it, as nothing in his head made sense for her to be suggesting.
Later that night, in his nightly routine as he lay on his bed with his legs parted and his cock oiled in his hand, he fantasized about her once again.
He heard a the soft knock at his door and froze for an instant. ”What is it?” he asked in a frustrated tone, while his cock throbbed in his hand, begging to explode.
The lock on his door flipped over to his surprise, and the door swung open.
She stepped in wearing pink platform heels, in long strides that let her sway her hips as she entered the room. She closed the door behind herself and locked it again. She tossed the key she had used onto his nightstand as she knelt between his legs at the side of his bed. He still sat there motionless and stunned, even as she reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Like I said. Be a man. Don’t ask. Do." she whispered, putting the end of the pink leather leash attached to her collar, into his left hand as she guided his right back to his stiff cock. She opened her mouth wide and positioned it inches from the end of his shaft.
He looked over her completely nude and tattooed body, wearing nothing but the collar and heels, with pink pony tail ties, and lipstick to match. She looked up into his eyes and sat motionless, mouth open just in front of his hard cock. ”What are you waiting for?” she whispered, “Do it.”
He rested the head of his cock on the tip of her tongue and kept looking her in the eye. She showed no hesitation. He pushed the bottom of his cock in a bit further, feeling her tongue ring slide along the bottom of it, and still no hesitation from her. A few seconds later, her pink lips wrapped snug around the base of his cock as he started to hold her pig tails and fuck his step-sister’s mouth, and she still showed no sign of hesitation or disapproval.
His wife was unable to keep him from constantly wanting more. It finally go to the point where she sought help from the Sisters of the church a few towns over. Kristina was sent from the local chapel to help ‘expel the sin’ from Mr. Greely’s cock twice a week.
He was caught again. Red handed and red cocked, working his shaft in the bathroom while thinking about his wife’s best friend. His punishment this time was novel. His wife handed him over to her. The very hands he had fantasized about 100 times in secret, now worked their oiled magic on his cock for real … relentlessly. She drained him 20 times in the first day of the weekend. He was only given 10 minutes rest in between handjobs.
She wasn’t going to stop until he was afraid of her touching his cock ever again.