Muscular Introduction Pt. 02

"Damn it Damon. When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it without complaining. I have a good mind to spank your ass again." "But honey, I wasn't complaining. I was just..." "Shut the fuck up and do it." Sighing, I went back to the bathroom and prepared to shave my entire body. My wife (who shall still remain nameless) expects to get laid tonight by our neighbor's lover. But that is only going to happen if I suck his cock first. He insisted on the husbands complete surrender. Now I was never a homophobe but I never had the thought that I'd be kneeling in front of a black man and asking if I could suck his cock. Not until now anyway. Our boring marriage had become one that was quickly changing from a mutual partnership to a female led relationship. Some of the changes were a turn on, others, not so much. My wife had been working on me all week. She has denied me orgasms but has dressed provocatively as her new BFF Cindy recommended....

Despite everything I still desired him. Still dreamed of his fingers wrapped around my neck. Imagined him commanding me to my knees, and shaking in anticipation and excitement as I do so. It's been so long since I've been touched, wanted, grabbed, fulfilled. The desire to serve, to bow, to obey, burns deeps. It scares me, I wonder if I'll get hurt, put myself in danger. But I crave it so badly. He was in my life for so very long, to never experience him, never to serve him, there's still such a strong deserve to submit. Heightened by my lonliness. What harm does a little fantasy do? My skin, soft and smooth, wearing a lace bralette with sheer, high waisted, black knickers. On top, a black all in one, with a deep v-neck, tight, highlighting my cleavage, my soft round tummy and thick, curvy thighs. Tucked under black denim shorts. It's just coffee but, it makes me feel nice to dress up. And, you never know... I'm wearing a pink belt, with dangling earrings and c...

As the door slammed shut behind Amanda, I walked over, locked it and rested my head against the cold wooden frame breathing out heavily. What had just happened there? Had I just agreed to go and cheat on my boyfriend with his mother? I could still taste her kiss on my lips, my fingers still tingling from where I had traced the outlines of her hard muscles. The site of her bare muscular breasts straining and stretching in front of me, their hardness bouncing before my eyes. Turning round, my back pressed against the door, I ungracefully slid down it, my head bowed. What was my boyfriend's mum, Amanda doing? More importantly, what was I doing? Opening my eyes as I sat in a heap by the front door, I could see my nipples hard against my t-shirt. I could feel them tight in my bra, I felt damp between my legs. Whatever I was doing, I was Sarah, living with John and aroused by his mother. *** As Amanda jumped into her car before she drove home, she grabbed a sports bra from the front sea...