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Tormented Trophy Wife Ch. 01

By: Tappy_McWidestance



Author's Note: Like most of my stories, this one will start slow with a long back story developing the main characters. If you are impatient, I suggest skipping ahead to chapter two. I tried to make it so you will not be too lost if you take that path. There is some sex in chapter one, but not too much. I classified this story as BDSM because Literotica allows only one category and the story will evolve to fit that group. This chapter has foreshadowing to that effect, but really should be classified something else. You've been warned.

Prologue:

To look at me you would never guess how my life has changed over the past 12 months. Or maybe you would. Maybe it is obvious what I have become. Certainly in some groups of people who know me my secret desires are know. Celebrated even. But to most people, hopefully I appear normal. 



Today is New Years Day and I am documenting the last year partially as a confession and partially as a New Years' resolution to continue down the path I have started. Last year's New Years' Day found me tired and hung over from a night of drinking and dancing with my friends from college. We rarely get together since graduating five years ago, but we managed that year and had a great time. I didn't get my kiss at midnight as I wasn't seeing anybody at the time and failed to find a suitable candidate at the bar. Not that I didn't have plenty of offers. A woman who looks like I do is only lonely by choice. I just wasn't feeling it that night.



This year, New Years' Eve was a bit different. I still spent the night with friends, but they were new friends. Actually they all friends of either my new husband or his son or daughter. Yes, I went from without a boyfriend to married in less than a year. Even more amazing was I woke up New Years' Day in torn lingerie, sore from being fucked in my pussy and ass, my jaws tight from the oral sex I performed and covered in dried cum. Oh my backside was purple and bruised from the paddling I received counting down to midnight. 

You might think how I spent New Years' Eve was strange but once you understand the events of the last six months before that glorious night I think you'll understand. I invite you to continue and read my story.

Chapter One: The Backstory

My name is Heather Ridge. I am 28 years old and I am a trophy wife. Before I became one I always hated that moniker. Then I met Sam. Sam is a few years past being twice my age. His hair is gray and distinguished. He is a venture capitalist. I first met him five years ago when he gave a guest lecture at my Kellogg School of Management MBA program. But I am getting ahead of myself.

I was born to an upper middle class family in Northbrook, IL. I was blessed (or cursed) to develop well before most of my classmates. I went through puberty early which made me very popular. I started dating in eight grade and soon learned that boys would do most anything to be seen with a pretty girl. As I advanced through school I began dating boys progressively older than myself. I had discovered older boys had better jobs and could spend more money on me. In high school I always dated boys two years older than me. When I was a junior I graduated to dating college boys. By the time I went to college (UW Madison, go Badgers) I didn't even bother with college boys anymore preferring men who were out on their own. I was also here that I really began to understand the power a woman has over a man.

As I alluded to earlier, I was blessed with beauty. Sure I was smart enough to work out every day, but in all modestly I know my smile lights up a room and I can wrap any man around my little finger. College flew by. I studied hard during the week, but weekends were for parties and sex. I worked my way through a steady diet of men during those years. Some were good lovers, some bad and some actually cared enough to make sure I came. Mostly I would finish myself later using my favorite vibrator. 

I also learned the quickest way to a man's heart was through a nice sloppy blowjob. I know there are girls out there who hate sucking cock, but I am not one of them. Actually I would estimate I blew three or four times as many guys as I fucked. To get in my panties you had to be either very special or extremely athletic and good looking. I know that is shallow but it is the standard guys use so why should I be any different. But if you didn't meet my bedroom standards, I'd still get you off with my hand or mouth as long as you were nice to me.

Before you ask, I never got drunk and got it on with my roommate in my first lesbian encounter. We did get drunk and fuck the same guy once, but she didn't touch me while I rode him first and then I worked myself over good with my vibrator while he fucked her. I must admit her moans of pleasure worked wonders in triggering my repeated orgasms while watching them. I must also admit I did think about seducing her on more than one occasion while I masturbated, but nothing ever happened.

After college I immediately went grad school in Chicago. I knew an MBA was essential these days and didn't want to waste any time. I was working full time and going to school so there was precious little time for men. I dated occasionally, mainly when I got the itch for some attention between my legs and my daily masturbation routine was getting stale, but it was nothing like college. Real life can be a drag and for the first time I started to realize just how much hard work it would take to claw to the top of the business world.

It was just before graduation when Sam gave his talk. As I said he was distinguished and handsome. Sam's firm was headquartered in San Diego and also had a branch in Los Angeles. They invested in startup companies and also bought distressed companies to either try to turn around or to break up. Although I always dated older guys, this man was older than my dad and I never had considered someone that old. As his speech went on about his life as a venture capitalist I began to daydream about the life of luxury he must enjoy given the financial rewards of his chosen career. I actually found myself tuning out from his words are fantasizing about being with him. It was weird. I'd always pictured myself as the corporate raider type, but suddenly I could see myself spending some other titan of industry's money. 

I came back to Earth when my roommate elbowed me that the lecture was over. The school was hosting a cocktail mixer for Sam. I guess he was an alumni and had donated a lot of money or something. I knew I had to meet him. I still thought he was too old for me, but I could at least flirt with him and try to get some more information about the social circles he moved in. Perhaps there was a much younger version of him who would be interested in a gorgeous, smart blonde who loved to suck cock. I couldn't put that on my resume, but befriending Sam surely would improve my job prospects after graduation.

Like most men, Sam was happy to have me standing next to him as everyone crowded around to hear his stories from the trenches. He was a great story teller. I didn't get to talk much, a rare event, but I chimed in as often as I could. I noticed Sam stealing glances at me as he worked the crowd. Although I never got him alone, he did give me his card and told me to call him closer to graduation. I wasn't sure if he was speaking business or personally, but I gladly accepted his card and made sure not to lose it.

The rest of the semester sailed by and soon I was graduating with my MBA with honors. Through the school placement office I had several quality job opening in Chicago's financial community. I had actually been so focused on my studies that I had forgotten about Sam until I happened across his card buried in my laptop bag. I was sure he didn't remember me, but I sent him an email anyway. To my surprise called me back. He said he did remember me and told me that the when the placement office had contacted him about openings he had asked about what other companies were interested in my services. In fact he had talked to my faculty advisor about me and although he didn't have a job opening for me at the moment, he had a friend who ran another company who was looking for someone just like me.

He asked if I was interested in moving to L.A. and although I probably should have had a red flag go up because there were several great business school in California, at the time my ego and self confidence was enough to accept his offer to fly me West for an interview. I had promised the company I was sure I was going to go with a decision on their offer on Monday. Today was Thursday. I asked Sam if I could meet his friend on Saturday and he said Friday would be better. He told me to dress professionally and he would call me back in 20 minutes with flight info out of O'Hare either tonight or early tomorrow morning. This was my first practical exposure to the pace of big business. I started packing. I had two classes on Friday, but I could skip them.

I packed a business suit plus a casual skirt/blouse combination plus my delicates into a carry-on bag. It didn't take long. I then sat down a tried to still my beating heart waiting for his call. True to his word, Sam called back in less than 20 minutes. He said he could have gotten me on the red eye but because of the time change it would have arrived in L.A. way to early. He wanted me to be better rested. Instead he had made a reservation in my name on the 6am American Airlines flight with the return being late in the afternoon. He apologized for how early I would have to get up but said that was how business worked sometimes. He said to dress professionally as I would have a late morning interview with the company's personnel director and then lunch with him as he was in the L.A. branch that week. If all went well with the interview his friend would interview me after lunch. Sam assured me that the trip would be worth my while. I said OK, I'd be there with bells on. After I hung up I cursed myself for using such a corny phrase. It was clearly not professional.

I quickly repacked my bag just keeping clothes to fly home in and quickly steaming out the wrinkles which seemed to attack my suit instantly in the bag. After I was done I sat down and for the first time realized what a pain in the ass flying that early would be. I live about 40 minutes from O'Hare and since I should be there an hour early to get through security that means... umm... damn, I was going to have to leave around 4:15 in the morning. Shit. That means I'd have to get up about 3:15 to shower, dress, do my makeup and eat a quick breakfast. How was this better than arriving in L.A. in the wee hours?

As I fell asleep I had to admit I really wasn't that interested in an L.A. job but I was intrigued by getting Sam alone for an hour at lunch. My mine began to drift back to the daydreams I had while he was speaking to our class and before long my hand found its way into my panties. I'd been so focused on finishing school that my pussy had been neglected for weeks. It responded like it always does to an intimate touch and was soon gushing. My orgasm was fast, not earth shattering but gave me the release I needed to fall asleep. 

I woke with a start to the buzz of my soon to be slammed with my palm alarm clock and crawled out of bed. I was still mostly asleep as I staggered to the bathroom to brush my teeth and start getting ready. The bright lights in the bathroom began my wake up process and soon my eyes began to focus on the image in the mirror. The first thing I noticed was a dull listless look on my face. No job is worth this I thought to myself. Then I noticed my nipples were standing hard and proud under my nightshirt. This was unusual for me. Not that they would be hard, mind you. They are extremely sensitive and a source of great arousal and pleasure for me. I just never woke up like this before.

Intrigued, I pulled up the bottom of the shirt and saw a distinctive wet spot on the front of my panties. It was almost as if I peed the bed. My thighs looked dry though so I wiped my finger across the stain and then sniffed it to confirm my suspicions that it was actually pussy juice. I must have been having quite an erotic dream when I woke up. What didn't I remember my dreams?

I actually though about masturbating again because my body obviously needed it, but I didn't have time if I wanted to make the flight. I quickly showered and got dressed. Breakfast would have to wait for the airport and I dashed out of my apartment. Although I wasn't thinking sexy thoughts consciously, I could tell my pussy was still wet. I always wear lingerie under my suits because I like to feel like a woman even if I'm dressed like a man. The thong I was wearing would not hold much moisture and I'd only brought one change of underwear. I thought about tell the cab driver to stop as we passed a 24 hours Wal Mart, but as we were still short on time I didn't. 

The closer we got to the airport, the more I was aware that my pussy seemed to have a mind of its own and now my nipples were getting in on the act. Every bump we hit in the road scraped them across the silk of my blouse hiding under my suit coat. It was pure torture. I wanted to whip open my blouse and pinch them. But of course, that wasn't an option. Maybe I could take care of myself at the airport, I mused. I obviously needed more relief that my bedtime session provided.

Check-in was fast and efficient. Mostly business travelers at that hour who knew what they were doing. I was surprised to find I was in row 2. I didn't fly much but I recognized that as First Class. At least I'd have room to stretch out a bit. Security wasn't too bad and I got to the gate half an hour before boarding. That left me plenty of time to grab an Egg McMuffin and coffee from the overpriced terminal McDonalds. My sexual excitement had dissipated somewhat. I told myself it was the excitement of traveling and the stress of trying to be on time at that early hour that caused my state of arousal. Now that I was here early my body was starting to relax.

I made a visit to the lady's room before boarding so I could have a full size bathroom and then it was time to go. First Class gets to board right after the non-existent people traveling with small children and only one elderly gentleman who needed help down the ramp. As I settled into my window seat I took a look around at the other First Class passengers. All were impeccably dressed and groomed. As soon as we reached cruising altitude out came their laptops. The cabin was a chorus of clicking keys. I had not brought my laptop but I had my Kindle so I brought it out of my bag. The man sitting next to me was busy banging out memos and working on spreadsheets. I tried to sneak peeks at what he was working on but he had some kind of screen protector which prevented curious eyes from seeing the display from the side. I tried to engage him in friendly conversation, but it was clear that wasn't why he was there.

I was half reading my book and half secretly watching him. He was definitely a find specimen of man. I couldn't understand why he wouldn't talk to me. Nobody was that focused on their work, were they? I starting playing out mind games trying to decided what business he was in and what he was like outside the office. Eventually my thoughts turned sexual and began to fantasize about him and joining the mile high club. My thong was once again drenched and my nipples were demanding attention. 

My watch told me we would be starting our descent soon so I asked politely if I could get passed him to use the bathroom. Although First Class had more room, my ass was still in his face as I squeezed past him into the aisle. I then removed my jacket and tossed it onto my seat. In the bathroom my main concern was drying my panties. As I hiked up my skirt and hooked at my reflection in the mirror, I lost control. With one hand holding my skirt I used my other hand to join the solo Mile High Club. It only took a few minutes of furious rubbing until my body shuddered through another climax, definitely stronger than the night before.

I was still riding my finger when I heard the announcement to raise your tray tables and fasten your seat belts. I quickly washed my hands and straightened my skirt, but as I walked back to my seat I had the feeling everyone knew what I had just done. I knew my face had my usual post orgasmic glow. I slide past my row mate, facing him this time. I'm not sure why I did that. Instead of looking at my ass this time he was face to face with two very hard nipples. If he had played his cards right he could have been in the bathroom with me, I thought to myself as I sat down and strapped myself in. His loss.

As we descended I noticed him stealing glances at me. I was holding my jacket so my nipples, in addition to screaming for attention, were still on display for him. I pretended not to notice and kept looking out the window. He never said a word and everyone in First Class deplaned very quickly after we reached the gate. I was nice to be off the plane in less than a minute. I could get accustomed to flying this way.

Everyone was walking quickly toward baggage claim. Of course I just had my carry-on, but Sam had told me that was where is driver would meet me. As the crowd passed the secure area, I saw a row of limo drivers holding hand scribbled signs looking for their fares. I found mine and off we went. He was all business. He kept the darkened screen up between the driver and passenger compartment. I'm glad he knew where he was going because I was immediately lost having never been to L.A. before. Soon we were at our destination. He opened the door for me, tipped his hat and was gone. I was standing in front of a gleaming glass office building. Checking my phone again for the floor and contact name, I headed inside.

The first interview with personnel went fine, I thought. I was pretty standard stuff. About half the time was talking about me, my education and my experience and the other half was spent trying to make them sound better. Nothing really stood out. Since they had flown me in just for this I would have thought the interview would have been more in depth, but I guess they interview a lot of people and I'm sure the job gets mundane.

45 minutes later it was over. I wasn't sure what to do. I had heard my phone buzz in my purse while we were talking so as soon as I reached the lobby I checked it. It was a text from Sam saying he was downstairs. As this is what I was really there for I practically sprinted to the elevators. Sam was waiting outside another limo at the curb. I could definitely enjoy not driving anywhere. He gave me a hug and said thanks for taking the interview.

The car quickly sped away. Well as quick as you can in L.A. traffic and we ended up at one of those fancy restaurants you see on T.V. when talking about Hollywood. It was fancier than any I had ever been in. The menu didn't have prices on it. I guess if you have to ask you can't afford it.

Our lunch conversation was mostly business about how my last semester finished, what my plans were, did I have any good offers. The usual lunch chit chats. Sam also asked about my personal life, was I seeing someone, what did I do to relax and what I did for fun. Our conversation was more like an interview than my interview had been; punctuated with some of the best Mahi Mahi I had ever eaten.

After lunch we got back into the limo. We were still waiting for a call with the interview results so Sam had the driver give me a tour of the Hollywood hot spots. Eventually Sam got a text that the company wasn't interested in me. It didn't say why. Sam was clearly disappointed.

"I'm sorry to have wasted your time," he said.

"Not at all," I replied. "All interviews are good experience."


Tormented Trophy Wife Ch. 01



I was really thinking, "Why the fuck did you bring me out here?" Although I did have a great lunch and was riding through Hollywood with a rich and powerful man, that was hardly worth 10 hours on a plan and getting up at 3:15 in the morning.

Sam was looking at me as if he was deep in thought. I wondered if he was going to make a physical move on me. I would not have pushed back too hard on him if he had, but instead I saw him open his phone.

He made a quick call to someone he obviously knew very well based on the informality of his tone. Although I could only hear his side of the conversation, I gathered it was in reference to another job. As soon as he hung up he told the driver a new address. This time Sam went into the office with me. We also didn't bother with a personnel drone. He walked straight to the President's office. The administrative assistant buzzed him right through. 

"Tony, this is Heather," Sam began. "She's about to graduate Keller with honors. I think she'd be perfect for your management training program. You should make her a great offer. She has several solid ones waiting for her back in Chicago."

Sam definitely wasn't one for beating around the bush. Tony looked at me and asked if I had anything else to add. I started my standard interview babble but he raised his hand to stop me.

"If Sam says you're right for the job, that is good enough for me," Tony said. "We are a management consulting company. We hire the best and the brightest. Keller's a great school so if you are really graduating with honors, you're qualified. We have a two year training program. The first year you will work with a mentor consultant. You will travel with him or her and he or she will show you how we do things. Your mentor will also be evaluating your abilities. At the end of year one a decision will be made whether you continue with us. I will warn you less than half of each year's recruiting class quits or is first. It's a tough job. The second year you will be more on your own, but your mentor will still be watching you very closely. After the second year you will be evaluated again. If everyone agrees you are right for us and we are right for you, you become one of our consultants. If not, we part ways. All told, about 85% of our recruits wash out before their two year anniversary. If you make it, though, you will be the best in the business."

I was taken aback by how fast things were moving. I gathered my thoughts and started asking all the right questions. Did I have to move to L.A.? How much would I be on the road? What was the compensation? When would I have to decide? Who were their clients?

Tony had pretty good answers. I could stay in Chicago for the first two probationary years. Since I'd be primarily on the road with my mentor, Chicago was a good city to be based in. Depending on where in the organization I went after two years, a move to L.A. may be required. I would be in L.A. for several weeks initially but they would cover a hotel for me.

Tony warned me that I would be on the road up to 75% of the time. He said it's not for everyone but is easier for people who just got out of school. He asked about my personal life. Whether I was seeing anyone and how close I was to friends and family. I told him I didn't date much in grad school, but I still was close with my undergraduate friends and my family. He said I would be home most weekends and that they tried to fly Mondays and Fridays and consult Tuesday through Thursday.

He was guarded when discussing their client list. I could understand that. He said they charge a lot and give a lot of service in return. Once they get a client they almost always return. The initial compensation offer was lower than my other prospective jobs. Tony explained that since they had such a high drop-out rate, the first year was low on purpose.

"I'll be honest Heather," he said. "The first year will be tough. We give you a good per diem, you always fly First Class and stay in good hotels, but it will be a challenge for you. The second year gets easier because you get to be on your own some and we give you a nice bump in pay. If you make it through the two years, you get a nice commission on your consulting fee and you will be making some serious money."

When it came to how soon I had to decide, I was surprised to hear by close of business today. Tony explained the next class was starting training in just two weeks (right after graduation) and there were lots of preparations which needed to be made including choosing the right mentor for me.

"We're going to be investing a great deal in you Heather, so I need your commitment rather quickly. We have already chosen this year's class of candidates, but I owe Sam a favor so I'll bend the rules for him."

I asked if I could call him with my answer.

"I'll give you the contact info for our program director. I'll tell her to expect your call by 5pm," he replied.

Sam stood up and thanked him. I did the same. Sam then escorted me out of the office.

"I know this job probably isn't what you were expecting. The schedule is very demanding, but if you like find you like it, the rewards and job satisfaction are fantastic. What do you think?" he asked.

"I don't know," I replied honestly. "I'm not sure I would like being on the road that much."

"I travel at least a couple of days per week visiting my companies and scouting for new ones," he countered. "You get to meet new people, see the world and you are not tied down to a desk. I wouldn't trade my life for anything."

"You also have a family," I said remembering his talk to my class. "You have something to come home to."

"Well, I don't have a wife anymore. We're divorced. But I understand where you are coming from. If you are ever going to do this kind of work, do it while you are young and free. After a few years you will be able to write your own ticket. Then you can settle down and start a family."

Sam was talking sense. I wasn't afraid of hard work and I was growing accustomed to having no social life. The money wasn't great, but I could probably move back in with my parents since I'd only be home on weekends. When I would get together with my old friends I could crash at one of their apartments when I needed to blow off steam in a way my parents could understand. Heck, I'd probably be able to pay off my student loans in a couple of years as my living expenses on the road would be paid for by the client through the company. And if I didn't like it I could always quit. I basically talked myself into accepting the offer so before I even made it out of the building I was heading back up the elevator to say yes.

Tony was pleased, although he didn't seem very surprised I was back so soon. I spent a few minutes with a woman named Angela who manages the training program. She took my information and told me she would FedEx a contract for me to sign back to Chicago. She said she would include a informational packet that would explain how the training was going to work and that I needed to be back in L.A. in two weeks. She said the initial class was three weeks long, but the weekends were free. The company maintained a group of apartments for the visiting consultants to use and that the new recruits would be staying there. I would have to share with another person, but would have my own bedroom and bathroom. She seemed very busy and dismissed me curtly sending me back to Tony's office.

Sam and Tony had been talking while I was gone. They seemed like old friends. Sam looked up when I returned and asked if I was ready to go to the airport. Looking at my watch, I suddenly realized it was getting late. I needed to get going to make my plane. We bid goodbye to Tony for the second time. This time instead of goodbye he told me welcome aboard.

I was in a whirlwind. My life had completely transformed from this morning. As I sat in the limo I starting going through everything I had to do in the next two weeks. First off finish my school work and graduate. That should be easy. Telling my roommate I was leaving and moving back home would be trickier. We'd lived together for two years and were best friends. Heck telling my parents I was going to use their house as a hotel where I'd sleep a couple nights a week and do laundry wasn't going to be easy either. But I had decided I was going to give this life a try and once I make a decision, I rarely go back.

Fast forward a year. I was coming up on my make it or break it review. I though the year had gone by well and my mentor seemed pleased with my work. I had been on the road 187 days. That was the bad news. The worse news was I had not had a date the entire time. That's not to say I had gone without sexual satisfaction. The laptop I carried had VMware on it so I could have virtual PCs for each of my clients. It was easy enough to maintain one extra virtual PC for my on the road fantasy life. I started by just masturbating a lot when I traveled. When that began to get boring I began searching the Internet for naughty sites to drive my erotic fantasies. Stories were first, then movies and eventually various chat sites where I maintained several online personas. I was really missing the personal touch of a man in my bed though so anytime I was going to be in the same town for four or five nights I would find myself hitting a local bar looking for action. Because of my looks it was rare that I didn't find any, although as had been my experience before, finding someone who could really satisfy me was tough.

Still the work was as rewarding as Sam and Tony had promised and I had paid off a good chunk of my college debt. I had not paid off quite as much as I had hoped (I spent way more on clothes than I budgeted) but it was a good start. The yearly review went OK, although they were tougher on me than I expected. Still of the nine of us in the mentoring program I was one of two that were invited to continue.

Year two was no less work than year one but was more fun. I didn't see my mentor very frequently but we did talk on the phone debriefing every customer I worked with. I didn't get to work with the high end companies I had when I was simply assisting my mentor which was disappointing, but I was on my own most of the time which made up for it.

Relationship wise, my fingers still did the walking aided by my growing addiction to fantasy chat. I was traveling with my trusty vibrator and dildo now as well, always packed in a suitcase not my carry-on. Life on the road was getting a bit tedious, but the money in year two was better and if I made it through the next review, I'd really be set.

I crossed paths with Sam several times. He still wasn't remarried and on several occasions I fantasized about starting a relationship with him. We usually met at charity functions in Southern California where my company was a sponsor and he was a major donor. He always had a beautiful woman on his arm for these events. They always worn a formal gown that appears to flow over their perfect bodies. Obviously they were created specifically for the wearer. They always had long hair, although the color did change and they always had very large breasts. I came to the conclusion Sam was a breast man. I have been blessed with what I thought was a very nice pair of 34C's and as I said before my nipples are very sensitive. But the more time I spent in California and in the world of the jet set that Sam resides in, the more I found augmented women were the norm not the exception like back home. I thought this was a sad commentary on our obsession with big boobs, but I came to realize that breast size matters in the world I was living in. All of a sudden my previously perfect perky pair didn't seem so adequate.

I started to research getting a boob job, but there was no time in my schedule to be off the road long enough to recover. Actually I kind of became fixated on the topic telling myself looking a porn starlets on the Internet was research. My hotel fantasies now had me fucking a guy with a pornstar sized cock and an impressive set of DD's on my tiny frame. Of course they were just fantasies for now.

Toward the end of my second year the company held its annual retreat at La Costa. We had a few meetings so the company could write off the cost as a business expense, but mostly it was three days of parties and relaxation as a reward for the past year's performance. I also ran into Sam again. He was at all the meetings for some reason. At the parties he was with a gorgeous redhead. She must have been a model, I remember thinking, although her breasts screamed porn star. It was then and there I decided I had to have mine done. I watched this woman work the room with Sam. OK, I was stalking her. I wanted to ask about her surgery. I didn't get a chance that night, but I saw her the next day at the pool. She was wearing a one piece suit that hugged her like a second skin. I expected her to be wearing a bikini, but I guess she needed more support up top. The reason certainly could not have been she had any fat on her belly. I made sure Sam noticed me. (I was wearing a tiny bikini which guaranteed I'd get stares) He waved me over and introduced me to Rita. The three of us chatted for a while. I was trying to think about how to bring up the subject. Fortunately Sam picked that moment to offer to go to the bar and refresh our drinks. As soon as he was gone I figured I'd just ask. I know she noticed me staring at them and she must be questioned about them all the time.

"So Rita," I began. "This may sound strange, but who did your augmentation?"

I tried to make my interest sound medical. She just laughed me off. We talked until Sam returned about her boobs, which doctor made them, how she loves the attention she gets, how she feels sexier about herself and about how much more confident she feels now. She seemed genuinely proud of them and even asked if I wanted to see them. I wasn't expecting that, but I nodded. Just then Sam returned. I expected Rita to change the subject, but apparently they don't have secrets.

"Hey Sam," she said. "Your friend Heather wants to see my boobs. Care to come back to the room with us?"

I was stunned and immediately started to walk back the offer, but Rita was having none of my wishy-washiness. She stood up, her wonder breasts rising right in front of my face. She must have done that on purpose. She took my hand and began leading me away from the pool. I couldn't help feeling she wanted to do more than just show me her chest. I'd fantasized about being with Sam, but never on of his bimbos de'jour. I looked back and Sam was following behind us.

Rita dropped my hand as we walked into through the lobby. Sam was staying in a remote villa so the three of us hopped onto a golf cart for the drive. Sam drove. Rita and I sat on the back. I kept sneaking glances at her jiggling tits. She leaned over and whispered in my ear that I didn't have to try to be coy. She didn't mind if I looked. My face flushed with embarrassment at being busted. 

Back at the Villa Rita excused herself to go change. I was still in my bikini and Sam was still in his swim trunks. We stood in awkward silence waiting for her to return. When she came back she was wearing an almost translucent robe. It shimmered in the soft light of the living room. I could tell she was naked underneath. My mouth was as dry as the desert surrounding us.

Rita told us to sit down on the couch. She then stood in front of us and loosened the sash on her robe. Slowly, tantalizingly, she slid the robe off her shoulders. Inch by inch her breasts slowly came into view. My eyes were fixated by the rising and falling of her chest as she breathed. Soon almost the top halves of her magnificent boobs were available to my gaze. I felt my tongue involuntarily run around my lips wetting them. I was hanging on a thread waiting for her nipples to pop free.

And pop they did. They were hard as pebbles, although they looked small compared to the enormity of the rest of her breasts. I felt Sam's hand begin to tough my thigh and the slide upward. I couldn't move. I was mesmerized by the vision of perfection standing in front of me. 

Slowly Rita continued dropping her robe until she was holding it up around her waist. I knew she was naked beneath it. A simple unclenching of her hands and her pussy would be level with my face. She moved closer. I was now looking up and could not see her face because my vision was obscured by the undersides of her breasts. Sam was continuing to stroke my thighs. I knew my nipples were hard and therefore visible. I'm sure my pussy was wet, although I wasn't about to use my finger to find out.

"Any questions?" Rita asked breaking the sound of my breathing.

"Um," I stammered. Then I blurted out a question that haunted me. "My nipples are very sensitive. Did the surgery affect your nipple sensitivity?"

It was a perfectly logical medical question I'm sure every doctor is asked by their patients. But the effect it had on my situation was not perfectly logical. Rita responded by saying hers are very sensitive and then said "let me prove it to you.."

She then took my hands in hers and pulled them to her superlative orbs and began forcing me to massage her chest. This also left my own boobs unprotected. Sam seized the opportunity and flipped up the bottom of my bikini top. I felt the fabric brush my own nipples and it sent a sexual charge rocketing through my body to my pussy.

Rita kept cooing about how great my hands felt and encouraging me to squeeze her nipples with my fingers. Her robe had dropped to the floor when she took my hands. I could peak between my arms and see that her pussy looked very juicy. Apparently she wasn't lying about her nipple sensitivity. Either that or she was just turned on trying to seduce me. I couldn't take my hands off her breasts. It was like they had a magnetic attraction. Meanwhile Sam kept exploring my breasts. I knew I was getting wet. 

Rita was moaning now. I was working over her breasts and she was rubbing her clit. As I began to wonder if she would cum, I felt Sam slide a finger inside my bikini bottoms. He now had one hand manipulating my nipple and one alternating between rubbing my clit and one finger banging me. It was surreal. The more noise Rita made the hotter I got. Both my partners seemed in control of the situation. I was just a participant helping them play their game. 

Rita came with a scream. I would not have predicted it, but her sounds of passion triggered my own orgasm as I rocked my hips forcing Sam's finger deeper inside of me. I closed my eyes are I rode out my climax. But I opened them when I felt something wet on my face. Then I felt Rita's hand on the back of my head. I'd never eaten a pussy before but I stuck my tongue out instinctively. I can't say that I really ate her. It was more like she was just extending her orgasm and getting off rubbing her pussy up and down my face. She slimed me and I loved it. I'd taken countless loads from guys on my face and loved every one. Part of that feeling was the control I had when I help a guy unleash his creamy goodness. This was different. She was just getting off again and my face was the nearest surface to rub herself on. I had no say in the matter. Eventually she calmed down and let go of my head.

"That was amazing Heather," she said. "Thank you."

I felt like I should have been thanking her, but I smiled and said "You're welcome."

She backed away and I stood up adjusting my bikini back into position. I didn't know what to expect next. Sam remained on the couch. He was sporting a serious tent pole in his swim trunks. I looked at him and then I looked at Rita. She was the first to speak.

"Don't worry about him. I'll take care of him. He's mainly into oral."

I pictured this red headed goddess on her knees sucking his cock. I didn't want to miss the show.




Tormented Trophy Wife Ch. 01



"I can't help if you want. I don't mind," I said.

Sam looked at me.

"While I'm sure I would enjoy that, you work for one of my companies so it wouldn't be appropriate."

It took a moment for me to register the meaning of what he just said. Sam's company must own my company. When he got me the job it wasn't his recommendation, but an order to hire me. Why would he do that? He certainly could not have predicted I'd end up in his villa. Especially since he just turned down an offer for a blowjob. If he was worried about a sexual harassment suit why did he just finger me? If I wanted to make trouble he had already done enough. Maybe I was just a game to the pair of kinky people but Rita didn't really want to share him.

I decided to throw caution to the wind. I dropped to my knees in front of him. That felt natural to me and I grabbed the bottom of his swim trunks tugging them down. It probably stung a bit since I didn't untie the drawstring as the suit stuck briefly on his hard on, but soon his very erect cock bobbed into view.

"You've already sexually harassed me boss," I told him sternly. (I assumed he like that since Rita had been forceful with him) "Now I'm going to suck your cock."

Before he could respond I engulfed his manhood. I could feel Rita's hand on my head forcing me down pushing his cock deeper into my throat.

"If you're going to act like a slut, you'd better be good," she scolded me.

I thought to myself, I'm not the one who dropped her robe in front of two people. She's the real slut. Of course with a mouth full of cock I probably didn't have much room to complain. Rita forced my head up and down. I was doing very little of the tricks I knew men liked. Rita was assuring my mouth was just a warm wet hole for Sam to fill. He started thrusting his hips up when she pushed my head down. The head of his cock began to bang the back of my throat and I started gagging. As I coughed saliva started dripping out of my mouth. This seemed to please Rita as she continued to chastise me.

"What's wrong slut? Can't take a cock in your mouth without drooling?"

Sam seemed pleased and soon I felt his cock swelling in my mouth. I wondered if Rita would pull me off him and let him shoot in my face. But she didn't. Either she didn't notice he was cumming or she wanted me to swallow his load. Either way I was reward with a mouthful of jizz. I gulped down his cum as fast as I could, but Rita was still forcing my head up and down so some of it dribbled past my lips and onto his thighs.

Finally she pulled me off him and brought me up for air. She tugged my hair pulling me into a standing position where she pulled me into a tight embrace and began French kissing me. She swirled her tongue all around my mouth searching for remnants of his cum. I was putty in her hands. When she was done she spun me back around and pointed to Sam's deflating cock and cum dribbled thigh.

"What a mess you've made slut Heather. Get down there and lick him clean."

There was no question that I would do it. I dropped back to me knees. First I licked his thigh. There wasn't that much overspill on it. Next I grabbed his balls and pulled them up so I could get at his cock again. This time she let me suck it more. I lavished my attention on his cock cleaning him but also trying to get him hard so I could fuck him. But he was spent. Finally I gave up and stood back up. He also stood up. He gave Rita a passionate kiss. He basically ignored me.

Rita starting walking toward the bedroom. Sam told me to see myself out and began walking to Rita. I was stunned by his curtness. I didn't mind the fact that they used me so much. I rather enjoyed it and had a quality cum. But the fact that they just dumped me afterward pissed me off. I grabbed a glass of water to rinse my mouth, adjusted my bikini to look presentable and then stormed out slamming the door. I took the golf cart back to the hotel portion of the complex and went up to my room. I lay down on the bed to cry. But a strange thing happened.

Although I rinsed my mouth, I could still smell Rita's pussy goo that she had rubbed on my face. Instead of being angry though, pleasant thoughts of her cumming on me filled my mind. She looked so beautiful when she came and she released my inner tiger too. Her scent made me see her in my mind, naked, her amazing breasts towering above me. When I had her pictured I began to feel Sam's fingers on my breasts again. Nobody was touching me, but I could felt tingly all over. I began to masturbate. I felt guilty because the source of my arousal was their using me like a common (well maybe uncommon) whore. Soon I didn't care. I was fingering myself and pinching my nipples the way Sam had. I had the added benefit of having my travel dildo with me, however. 

I got out of bed long enough to retrieve it from my suitcase. I grabbed my vibe too. Back on the bed I plunged my dildo into my pussy like I'd done so many nights on the road. This time was different though. Instead of fantasizing about something I'd chatted with someone about on the Internet or about some story I'd read or video I'd watched, I was thinking about Rita and Sam. And the memory of the afternoon in the villa was working wonders on my arousal. 

In my mind Sam, overcome by lust, was fucking me. Rita was watching and masturbating. Finally she got up, straddled my head and forced her pussy down onto my mouth. She was riding my face while Sam was fucking me. My nose was tangling in her pungent pussy hair and rubbing against her clit while her pussy continually leaked juices into my mouth. My eyes could only look up her perfectly flat stomach before the underside of her massive breasts filled my vision.

I pounded my pussy with my dildo the way I was dreaming Sam would do the same. He had a good sized cock. It had felt good in my mouth but I knew it would have felt better in my snatch. I gave myself a good fucking until I felt on the verge of cumming. Sometimes on the road I will tease myself to the point several times and then stop. I'd repeat the process three, four, five even six times until it was time to fall asleep and then I'd do my special trick guaranteed to make up cum with explosive force. This afternoon was not such an occasion. I wanted to cum and I wanted to cum now. That's not to say I wasn't going to use my favorite masturbation position. 

I pulled the dildo out of my sopping pussy. I suddenly felt empty, but I knew that would pass soon enough. With well practiced easy, I flipped over onto my hands and knees. I also grabbed the vibrator. This time instead of going into my pussy, my dildo found its home in my mouth. I loved the taste of my own juices and always cleaned my toys orally. This time, though, I was imagine it was Sam's cock and he was once again using my mouth for his pleasure. With my dildo firmly in my left hand's grasp, I directed my vibrator onto its highest setting and used my right hand to plant it firmly against my clit. I admit I used fucked myself with the vibe imagining myself pistoned between two strong me after one of my chat buddies got me off thinking about that exact scenario, but tonight I was thinking about Sam. It didn't take long for me to climax. I climaxed hard. I wasn't thinking about Rita any more. I was just thinking about Sam's cock and what I could do to have it inside my pussy and not just in my mouth.

I clamped my thighs tightly together insuring the vibe wasn't going anywhere as I shuddered through my second climax of the afternoon. This time I was more spent than in Sam's villa. I rolled over onto my back and lay there with my legs spread wide in satisfaction and gasping for breath. I was happy. I rested for a while until I could peel myself off the sweat soaked sheets and dragged myself into the bathroom for a shower. I had not noticed my room had a whirlpool tub so I opted for a long soak instead. The pump was a little loud, but the bubbles felt great soothing my body. I then showered and washed my hair before dressing for tonight's last of the conference formal dinner.

When I arrived at the banquet room I was hardly surprised that my seating card was on the opposite side of the table from Sam and Rita. Tony and Angela were also at my table seated on either side of me. Clearly this was the power table for the night. I wondered what conversations were forthcoming. 

Tony and Angela were the first to arrive along with the other second year consultant and his wife. I wondered how she was coping with his travel schedule. The conversation was light and surprisingly non-business related. Sam and Rita showed up about 20 minutes late. She was stunning. She had on a different gown. (That makes three custom gowns one for each night) This one was tight on her hips and her breasts were practically falling out. It was cut low across her breasts just above her nipples. She turned slightly sitting down. I guess it was too tight to be very graceful when sitting. That gave me a good look how it was cut against her ass. As I expected it looked spectacular. 

I wondered if either would mention our afternoon together in the pleasant conversation of the table but neither did. Well maybe they did. I was too distracted (as my fellow consultant was) but the massive amount of cleavage the redhead was showing. The first alarm could have gone off and until Rita stood up I would not have moved. I was day-dreaming of being invited back to the villa after the banquet but it was not to be. I went back to my room and masturbated again. This time I was thinking about Rita's boobs and suckling on her nipples.

I didn't see them the next day as I hopped a bus to the San Diego airport and headed home. When I got home I unpacked, did my laundry and started researching the doctor who did Rita's breast surgery. Apparently he had a great reputation as the L.A. doctor to see if you were socialite and needed some work done. His practice handled all the cosmetic procedures a girl could want. I decided he was the man I wanted. I called his office right away. I explained I lived in Chicago but my office was in L.A. and I wanted to see the doctor on my next trip in two weeks. The lady told me they were booked, but I said I had been recommended by Sam and Rita so she told me the doctor could squeeze me in as his last appointment. She told me the consultation would last about an hour and would cost $250. Since the surgery is cosmetic, insurance wouldn't cover it. I told her that was not a problem. She then told me a typical augmentation cost about $12,000. I gulped in shock. I was expecting much less. But then again this guy was supposedly the best so I agreed.

Later that night as I lay in bed fondling my perfectly formed but now in my opinion too small 34C's, I tried to figure out where I was going to come up with $12,000. Sure I'd made great money this year, but I was still in payoff my student loans mode and all my disposable income was going toward that. I couldn't ask my parents. They would never approve. My credit cards didn't have enough available credit. I thought about asking Tony for an advance, but that would prove awkward since I didn't know if I would have a job at my next review. I was confident I would, but asking for $12,000 during the review was probably not a good plan. That left Sam as my only option. It was petty cash for him and I knew he liked huge breasts. I fell asleep that night dreaming of my new boobs. I even had a dream that until I paid him back Sam would use my debt as an excuse to make me show off my new tits to him and pleasure him like Rita had. I woke thinking asking him was a great plan.

It turns out it wasn't such a great plan. Sam still seemed hung up by the fact that I worked for one of his companies. A assured him it would be our little secret like the afternoon in the villa had been, but he was still against it. He did offer me a ray of hope though.

"Go to the consultation. Let me see what I can work out," he said.

To me that was a promise that somehow the surgery would happen. Sam just had to figure a away to distance himself from it.

I arrived in L.A. two weeks later for my review. Either I was going to get fired or promoted. I decided since I didn't have anything scheduled the week after the meeting, I was going to take some time off. I told my Tony I needed a vacation and he agreed to give me the time. He didn't hint whether it would be vacation or unemployment. I didn't tell him but I planned to use that time to get my breasts done.

The review with Angela and Tony went well. They said they had a couple of reservations about my performance but I would be offered a full time consultant position. We discussed how I needed to improve and pratfalls I needed to look out for when I was fully on my own. I was also given an improved client list. I was expected to sell my consulting services as well as provide them, something I'd only been exposed to so far but not actually done. Tony then shook my hand and formally congratulated me. He said to take a week or if I wanted two weeks off and to come back ready to work. I smiled thinking about how surprised he would be when I came back.

Late that afternoon I arrived at the cosmetic surgery center. The doctor was younger than I had expected. He discussed what the surgery would entail and we talked about my motivations. That surprised me. He told him that he only recommended the procedure if I was 100% sure as sometimes women have regrets afterward. I assured him I had thought the matter through. I was ready.

He then asked what kind of breasts I wanted. I'd never considered having to describe that. Of course he had to know, but I had to admit I wasn't sure.

"I love what you did for Rita," I finally answered.

The doctor pulled out a portfolio of before and after pictures and flipped to her page. The transformation was amazing. She had been a plain looking B cup brunette before not the fiery redheaded hellcat I'd met.

"She was a challenge," the doctor admitted. "She got what we call a double-stack. Two saline implants in each breast. Personally I thought she was crazy for going that big on her frame, but she insisted. The procedure turned out great, but I was worried she would freak out when she woke up."

He then had me look through the book at other patients. He assured me they had all agreed to be in the book. Some didn't allow their faces to be shown, but other looked proud to pose. I even recognized a handful of women I'd seen watching adult features in the hotel rooms. Now I knew why they looked so good.

The doctor then said he had to examine me so see what type of augmentation he could do. He had me step into an examination room. He left while I removed my top and put a thin paper gown on. That seemed like an unnecessary step as I was here to have him examine my breasts. But that was his procedure so I went with it.

I had to wait about 15 minutes sitting on the exam chair. The anticipation was killing me. Of course the thin paper grazing across my nipple wasn't doing me any favors either. Waiting for this doctor to feel me up was exciting me.

The doctor returned with a nurse, a headset and some tools. I later figured out they were for measuring my breasts in a very precise way, but at the time I had no clue what they were for. His nurse clearly had had some work done too. She was older, somewhere in her forties, but her face was as tight as a drum and her nurse's smock did little to hide the size and shape of her breasts.

"OK Heather, let's begin," he said.

The doctor slowly peeled back the paper gown. It was cool in the exam room but that was not the reason my nipples were rock hard. The doctor spoke into his headset apparently recording notes. He also measured every inch of my breasts. The long tongs of what I later learn was a caliper felt like tiny little pricks on my sensitive flesh. They did little to quench my growing desire. All the while the doctor described what his was doing in clinical terms and why they needed the information. He then began a hand examination. He said this was to detect any lumps. He asked when my last mammogram was. He said if there was any chance I had breast cancer he would not do the surgery. He was very thorough in his hand examination. My panties were getting soaked. He didn't tough my nipples directly, but he "accidentally" brushed against them several times causing me to shiver. As a professional he must have know how his exam was affecting me.

The second to last step was to cup my breasts and "weigh" them in his hands. Again he was clinical in his approach describing how the structure of my breasts would support certain types of implants but not others and what he would recommend. I swear he tweaked my left nipple on purpose, but he never broke his conversation or made note of his actions driving me wild. The final part of the exam which was enough to make me want to throw him to the floor a fuck him right in front of his nurse was to "draw" on my breasts first with his finger and then with a felt tip pen describing what he planned to do with me. His touch was electric and I was ready to jump out of my skin. If he had kept it up a while longer I think I would have orgasmed without touching my clit.

Then it was over. He told me to dress and meet him back in his office. I was frustrated.

Back at his desk he gave me what he proposed would be the best match for what I wanted. I'd go from a C to a D with a small implant that would look remarkable natural. Because I had good definition and size already, he assured me nobody would ever know unless they got up close and personal.

"I noticed your nipples are very sensitive," he added. I blushed. "Usually there is no decrease in sensitivity, but it can happen. I'm not worried about it and you shouldn't either, but I want you to know it can happen."

I told him I understand. I then told him I wanted a DD. He looked a little disappointed. 

"I thought you might. I see on your chart you know Sam so I'm not surprised. That's why Rita did what she did. I want you to reconsider that tonight. I can enlarge you a little and make them spectacular. Rita is too big. She's an EE, but has a bigger frame than you. A set of DD's on you may be more than you can handle."

"How big is your nurse?" I asked.

"She's a solid D," he replied. "That's what I want to give you."

"DD," I repeated.

"Just think about it tonight, OK," he reiterated. 

"I will," I promised. "When can we do this?"

"Well normally you have to prepay since I can't bill insurance. But you are a special case."

"A special case how?" I asked.

"Sam asked us to extend you credit."

"Credit?"

"Yes. We don't normally do that, but I'll give you six months to pay. Sam agreed to back the loan if you default. We're pretty good friends since Rita and a few other women he has steered to the practice."

"So that's it? When can we do it?"

"One more thing and this is more for me. I want you to agree to be in the portfolio. Your breasts are far nicer already that most of new patients. I want to shoot a nice set of photos before and after. If you agree we can do it Wednesday morning."

I wasn't crazy about having pictures of my boobs taken, but if that was what was it would take then so be it. I also wasn't too crazy about having to pay $2,000 a month. I had hoped to move out of my parents' house if I kept my job. Maybe even move to L.A. But that would have to wait. My school loan repayment would have to be put on hold and I'd have to work my butt off. But I decided it would be worth it.

"What time Wednesday?" I asked.

"I'll have to check the schedule. Why don't you come back tomorrow at this same time and we'll take your pictures. Wear something that shows off your breasts nicely. We'll then retake them in a similar top after you heal. You are going to feel bad for several days after the surgery so I recommend staying with a friend instead of a hotel if you can. I recommend you don't plan on flying for at least a week."




Tormented Trophy Wife Ch. 02



Author's Note: If you skipped chapter 01 because it was too long and boring, I understand. Here is a quick synopsis to bring you up to speed. Heather, 28, married Sam, late 50s, for money, power and sex. He was the first man to fully satisfy her in bed by not being kind to her. She discovered she craves rough sex. Now married and already feeling neglected, Heather is about to embark on a journey from which there is no going back.




Terri seemed withdrawn since breaking off her relationship with her young stud. I on the other hand became obsessed with figuring out who it was. A seemingly unrelated event brought him into my life. Although I had been very careful as I had promised Sam I would be about hiding my adulterous adventures from the kids, I had not been able to make a spa visit for over a month. Sam was not holding up his end of the marriage compact and I was seriously horny for some cock. Unfortunately our social schedule had several major events so I couldn't take off for Vegas. Plus it would be hard to explain to Sam JR. why I was going alone.

My daily routine came down to waking up to make my husband's breakfast. He usually left for the office about 6:30. Sam JR. was working an internship for the border patrol and he started and came home at various hours but usually worked more of a second shift kind of schedule. On days when Sam JR. left early, I was free to indulge my fantasies of Terri's cast off servicing me. On the days Sam JR. started in the afternoon, I had to wait until he left and then didn't have much time before his father came home. I hated those days.

Sam JR. had told me he was expecting a package from Amazon before he left for work and asked if I would keep an eye out for it. I told him I would be glad to. I had been lying out by the pool working on my tan when I heard a truck driving on our normally very quiet street. "UPS" I thought. I got up and through a sheer wrap over my bikini and headed inside. Sure enough the big brown truck was just pulling up to the driveway. 

I watched in lust as the driver sprinted up the driveway. He was an amazing specimen of man. His brown UPS shorts strained under the size of his muscular calves. His biceps bulged under his too small shirt. He had a chiseled face. I didn't care if I was horny from lack of attention, he looked good.

I was ready to open the door and greet him, but he just set the package down and rang the bell. It couldn't have been 5 seconds before I opened the door but he was already heading back to the truck. At least I got to see his ass. That afternoon I pleasured myself twice thinking about him.

I was getting desperate for new cock and I fixated on how to get the UPS driver into my pussy. Hitting upon a plan, I rushed to the computer and ordered another book from Amazon and chose Next Day Shipping. I only hoped he would be on the same route.

He was. This time I was ready for him. I knew he wouldn't have much time so I wanted to be sure I gave him a good reason to stay. I had on the same sheer wrap, but this time I didn't have on my bikini and I didn't wait until he rang the doorbell. I would have loved to have a camera to capture the look on his face when he first saw me. I know my breasts were threatening to burst out of the wrap (they always are) and I am pretty sure he got at least a peak at my pussy.

"Thank you kind sir," I told him. "I've been waiting for you to arrive." 

I left the sentence hang in the air to see if he caught on that I said I had been waiting for him, not waiting for the package. It was clear he noticed. I'm sure I wasn't the first woman to throw herself at this Greek God. 

"I'm sorry mam," he replied. Why the fuck did he call me mam? I hate that.

"We're on a very tight schedule and they track me."

"So when can you be off your schedule?" I asked while slowly pulling the wrap open. Desperate times call for desperate measures so I risked being seen flashing the UPS driver my breasts. He stammered as he saw my tits come into view.

"Give me your number. I'll call you tomorrow. I get 20 minutes to park and eat lunch. I'll make it work."

It was so cute. Now he sounded desperate. We settled on him giving me his cell phone and that I would call him about 10. I told him afternoons were better as my step-son was home some days in the morning. He said OK. I looked down and saw he had a hard on. I was licking my lips thinking about wrapping them around his cock tomorrow as he turned and walked back to the truck. 

The next morning I was trying to play the role of perfect wife and mother getting my husband and step-son off to work. But what I was really thinking about was the all too familiar itch between my legs and how I was going to get it scratched. Sam and Sam JR were off and I had a couple of hours of anticipation before I could call my driver for his special delivery. I watched the clock slowly tick off the minutes then hours until it was finally time to call him. He told me his route would get him near my house at 11:45. I should expect him about 11:55 and that he could only park 20 minutes for lunch. He said the truck has a GPS reporting his position so if he stayed any longer he would get in trouble. I thought to myself, I was worth getting in trouble for but I told him I understand. 

Since I had two hours until his arrival, I went through the ritual of making myself up. Certainly I didn't have to do this, but it made me feel sexy. Make-up, a Victoria Secret demi cup bra and thong set, stay up stockings, high heels and a silk robe tied around my waist. Not translucent this time. I wanted a little more mystery for my mystery man, although it did show an appealing amount of cleavage.

I still had about an hour to wait so I fired up my laptop and started reading erotic stories. Inevitably my thong became damp and my fingers found their way down to my pussy. I knew I could make myself cum, but I wanted to save that for my new man. So I teased myself. It's a technique I use whenever I have time. Instead of going for a quick cum (or two or three) I bring myself to the edge and then let my body cool down. Then I do it again. I get close to bringing myself off as many times as I can stand and then I finally let myself go. The resulting climax is always explosive. I wanted that explosion to be with somebody today. 

I cycled four times up to the point of no return. Each time it was harder to force myself to stop without satisfaction. I thought to myself this guy is about to get a wild woman jumping on him. I bet he has no idea how lucky he is about to get. I looked at the clock on my computer. It was 11:55. He would be here in moments. I shut the laptop down and walked to the entrance foyer. I felt like a Southern Belle gliding down the staircase. The only difference is she would be wearing a formal gown and the booty call would be implied. I was dripping (literally) in sex and I planned on not making it past the living room before I had his cock in me.

True to his word (God I love a man who can keep a schedule) I saw the truck round the corner at 11:59. It parked in front of the house and he got out. He was carrying a package and sprinted up the walk to the front door. To anyone looking, he was making a delivery. They didn't know how special that delivery was going to be.

I welcomed him into the house and took his hand. We didn't talk. We didn't need to. Into the living room we went. I spun him around and deposited him on the couch. I didn't need small talk or foreplay and judging by the bulge in his pants, neither did he.

I simply dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants. His cock was stuck on his trousers, a consequence of being too hard I suppose so I fished it out and allowed it to spring to life. It looked so inviting. I had figured I would have to suck him a bit to get him ready to fuck, but he must have been thinking about me since I called him. I gave him a couple of quick licks anyway to be friendly, but I wanted that hard shaft of man flesh somewhere else. 

I stood back up and untied my robe. I didn't pull it off. I always thought being in revealing clothes was sexier than being nude. Plus I wanted to mount him with all due haste. I straddled his thighs. Although I almost forgot in my sexual frenzy, I did have enough presence of mind to grab a condom I had thoughtfully placed on the table next to the couch. He looked disappointed when I tore the package but I was sure he wasn't going to object too strenuously as I slipped it over his cock.

Thus prepared, I slid up his legs, pushed the front of my thong to the side and began to rub the tip of his dick with my slick pussy lips. It didn't take long before the tip of his cock was glistening with my juices. From there it was a quick slide down his shaft until he was buried inside me to the hilt. I just sat for a moment savoring the feeling. It had been too long. I really needed this.

I'm sure he was getting an eyeful of my boobs bouncing in his face as I began to buck up and down his shaft. The look on his face was priceless as I began to ride him for all he was worth. My arousal returned with a vengeance from the self teasing I had done in the hour previous to his arrival and I knew I would soon be rewarded. I was screaming and moaning in pleasure as my eyes lost focus. I was lost in a preorgasmic cloud of lust when I saw him. It took a couple of more cycles bouncing up and down before I really focused and realized Sam JR was standing behind the couch. He had a disgusted look on his face. He also looked very angry. I stopped riding my mystery cock sitting back down on the driver's lap. He couldn't see JR from where he was sitting. Involuntarily my pussy tried to clamp shut. It must have been just the squeeze the driver needed to send him over the top because he groaned and I could feel the pulsations of his cock shooting a load into the condom. JR looked down at him and shook his head. I was so screwed. The arousal drained from my body.

"What the FUCK is THIS!" Sam JR yelled.

I could feel the driver start to squirm under me as he realized we were not alone. He was trying to buck me off of him. I can't say that I blamed him. I rolled off of him, stood up and quickly tied my robe back around my body. I'm sure JR got an eyeful, but thankfully it would have been fleeting. JR took a couple of steps toward the couch.

"Get out of here asshole," he verbally assaulted the driver. "If I catch you around here again I'm going to kick your ass!"

The driver was quickly pulling his pants back on and moving toward the door. I knew I'd give him a lunch to remember but I didn't think it would end like this. As soon as the door shut and the driver was gone I tried to get control of the situation again. As you might have guessed, that didn't go too well. Sam advanced on me and before I could say a word he was pushing me face first onto the couch. My head was buried in the pillows. My legs were still straight leaving my ass high in the air. It was clear that was his plan as I felt him lifting the back of my robe. My body froze. This couldn't be happening. I knew he was about to see and smell my freshly fucked and still overheated pussy. But that apparently wasn't his primary goal.

SMACK... I felt his hand slam down onto my right ass cheek.

"So you're a cheating, rotten whore just like my mother..." he scolded me.

I had not cum yet so the sudden bolt of pain went straight from my ass to my clit. I moaned and wiggled my butt at him. The invitation to continue was not missed.

"Oh you like that do you? Do your other men spank you?"

Three more rapid smacks descended on my backside. I couldn't speak. I was too caught up in the moment. Part of me wanted him to stop, part of me wanted him to continue spanking me and part of me wanted him to ram his cock into my pussy.

Sam JR continued spanking me telling me what a slut I was and how he was going to tell his dad. I couldn't tell if he was bluffing about exposing my indiscretions, but I knew I had to get fucked and soon. My pride had been destroyed. I started to beg for his cock. I heard his zipper going down. I pushed my ass up higher. I felt him run a finger along my slit. We both knew he was going to fuck me and fuck me hard. But not without toying with me a little more. Damn him.

I felt him rubbing the bulbous head of his cock along my slit. But he wouldn't stick it in.

"So big titted Heather begs for cock," he taunted me. "Does Dad know what a slut he married?"

"Yes," I screeched. "He does. Now fuck me you bastard."

I figured if I egged him on he would give me what I wanted. He put maybe the first inch of his dick in me. He felt very wide. 

"Go on. Do it!" I implored him.

"I don't know," he said. "I saw your prenup in his home office. He could divorce you for this."

He pushed another inch into my steaming pussy. God how I needed him buried to the hilt.

"We have an arrangement..." I started to say. But the words were cut off as he slammed his entire cock into me with one thrust. He was wide and he was long. It took my breath away. I grunted. He pulled out. I had never felt so empty. I whimpered in frustration.

"I know all about your arrangement," he countered putting the tip of his marvelous cock pack into me.

"You do?" I said confused. I couldn't believe Sam would have told him.

Again he thrust his entire cock into me. This time he didn't pull out but left me wrapped around his shaft. Why is he teasing me? Just fuck me already. He started giving me slow, short strokes.

"I do," he said. "Your friend Terri told me."

He started to lengthen his strokes. The pleasure coming from my pussy was making it hard to concentrate on what he was saying. "Terri told him?" I thought to myself.

JR's cock was bigger and longer than his old man. He filled me completely like no other man had done before. When he starting picking up the pace he began to drive me wild. Then he began to spank me again.

"Terri was my friend with benefits and you screwed that up," he told me emphatically. "She dropped me cold after you became friends with her. You must have told her not to see me."

I could feel my orgasm building steadily. I was unable to answer JR's incorrect assumption about why Terri dumped him. I was too busy moaning. JR gave me an extra hard slap to my left buttock. I don't know if it was punishment for not responding or just to get my attention. I tried to lift my head and look at him.

"Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me," he ordered.

I had a back feeling about that instruction, but of course I did what he asked. He was still pounding away at my pussy. I tried squeezing my vaginal muscles to make him cum. I was close to my orgasm but I would have gladly traded it at that moment to keep his monster out of my ass. I took a cheek in each hand as ordered and pulled them apart. He spit into my asscrack. Then he began rubbing a finger around my brown hole to spread the saliva. Finally he slowed his pace and began pushing his finger into my ass.

"Terri said you like anal sex. Is it true or were you just blowing smoke up her ass?"

It was true, but I didn't want to admit it to him. He was adept at reading my body language though so it really didn't matter. My ass opened right up for his finger. I knew his cock would hurt like hell going in, but if that was what he wanted, I wasn't about to protest.

For better or for worse he didn't fuck my ass. He fingered it while he fucked me and soon after I had the orgasm I'd been chasing for the better part of an hour. It was accompanied by screams of ecstasy, a flurry of expletives and an all consuming spasms of my body. I'm sure he enjoyed watching me quiver on his cock and finger. I was surprised he didn't instantly bust his nut. But he had other plans and remarkable self control.

When he pulled his cock and finger out of me I rolled over on my side on the couch. My whole body was tingling and felt alive. He lifted me off the couch like I was a sack of potatoes. He was so strong lifting me seemed effortless. I was wobbly trying to stand, but he steadied me. Then he untied my robe and pulled the cotton belt from through its holders. He quickly then relieved me of my robe. I stood in front of him gloriously naked for the first time. I also got my first look at his beautiful cock. It was still rock hard standing proudly 8 inches in front of him. My juices glistened off the shaft. I licked my lips thinking about wrapping my mouth around his fabulous tool. But he had other plans. Other devious plans. As it turns out, plans that I loved.

He ordered me to but my arms behind my back. He made quick work of tying my wrists together. The soft cotton provided no real restraint as I could have loosened the knot with little effort, but the mental restraint was powerful. This strong boy was showing me he was in charge. He then slid the other end of the belt through my legs and used it is as a leash of sorts. He tugged and I followed as he lead me to the stairs and up to his room. With each step the belt rubbed my pussy. Alas the cotton was too soft to provide much stimulation but I made a mental note that with a different material between my legs following him around might not be so bad. Where did that thought come from?

Once in his bedroom he told me to kneel. Finally I was going to get his cock in my mouth. He pulled the strap back through my legs and tied my ankles together. I could now kneel or fall over. There really wasn't anything in between. JR walked in front of me. I had not noticed but he picked up the driver's condom which had been sitting on the end table in the living room.

"You earned his load. I thought you should still get it," he informed me.

I fully expected him to pour it into my mouth or on my face but he didn't. He poured it into the valley between my breasts. He then squatted down a bit and put his cock there. He then squeezed my breasts together and began thrusting back and forth. I'd never been titty-fucked before. I'd seen it in movies of course, but before my surgery my boobs were not really big enough and since the surgery it had never come up. Watching it on TV I'd always thought it was stupid. The woman certainly can't get any pleasure from it. Then I realized JR wasn't concerned with my pleasure at the moment. He was staking his claim to my body. Much as when his dad had first used me roughly, his son was following in his footsteps. If he really had talked to Terri about me he knew my little secrets and being used like a whore was something that always got me off. Apparently thrusting his cock in my cleavage was enough to get him off too. He pulled his cock back from my tits and grabbed the back of my head. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know where is cock was going next. I just had time to get my mouth open before the first high velocity splatter hit the back of my throat.

JR came longer and harder than any man I'd ever been with. He could be a pornstar with that cock and that much cum. I wondered how many days he'd been storing up waiting to catch me in a delicate position. His cum began to dribble past my lips. With my hands tied I could stop it. He looked at me with disappointment.

"You can't even swallow a little cum without making a mess. What kind of whore are you? We'll have to work on it."

At that moment I was more displeased with myself than listening enough to his words to realize he had just said our encounter was more than just a one afternoon stand. I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I could have gotten my wrists free and by extension my ankles. But I didn't want to. I wanted to see how far he was going to push this game. He walked out of his bedroom.

I lay on the floor with my mouth tasting of his cum, another man's cum drying on my tits and with a very satisfied pussy. More satisfied in fact than I'd had in a long time. Maybe ever. His cock was shaped just right for hitting all the places I needed hit. And his aggressive nature was perfect. I couldn't imagine a better afternoon. He returned with two of my vibrators, a small bullet I hold right on my clit and a nice big rabbit I use when I want to get off quickly. He wasn't gone very long. He must have known where my secret stash of toys was located. That means he also knew more of my secrets.




Tormented Trophy Wife Ch. 02



He rolled me onto my stomach. It was very uncomfortable but fortunately I only stayed in that position long enough for him to push the bullet up my ass with the help of some baby oil he graciously retrieved from the master bathroom. There was a small control box wired to the vibe. I could feel the wire running out of my ass. It felt extra nasty that way. He then rolled me back on my side. I hoped he would use the rabbit on me and get me off again. He slid it into my very receptive pussy but he didn't turn it on. He made sure the rabbit's "ears" were positioned directly over my clit. I knew once he turned it on I'd be thrashing in orgasm again almost immediately. I pleaded with my eyes for him to do exactly that. He smiled down at me now that he knew I was under his spell.

"Terri used to give me that exact same look. You two are so alike it's scary," he said. "You will learn to appreciate me just like she did."

I didn't know exactly what that meant, but I didn't have much time to think about it. He turned on the bullet in my ass. It only had one speed. High. I clenched my butt in response to the sudden vibrations deep inside my rectum. He then turned the rabbit on slow. Again I pleaded with my eyes.

"That speed just teases, doesn't it? It will not get you off will it?" he asked. I knew the answer to both questions but I also knew they were rhetorical.

I watched as JR removed his belt. I thought he was going to work over my ass again but instead he looped it over my thighs and tightened it so it would hold the vibrator in place. He then turned it up to its highest setting and walked out of the room shutting the door.

I was left alone to writhe on the floor as orgasm after orgasm consumed my body. I lost track of how many times I came or how long I had been laying there. That vibrator had fresh batteries. So did the bullet. It was probably about 1pm when he brought me upstairs. I couldn't see a clock, but it had to be getting late in the afternoon because the sun had moved to the other side of the house and wasn't streaming through the windows any more.

"Oh God," I thought as another orgasm thrashed through my body. "Sam will be home soon and he's going to let him find him find me this way. My marriage will be over. It was JR's payback for some injury he thought I caused him with Terri."

Finally JR returned. He released his belt and turned off the vibrators. Then he untied me. I didn't bother trying to get up. My legs were jello from all the orgasms. I just lay there trying to recover.

"Dad called. He's been trying to reach you and asked me what you were doing. He'll be home in five minutes. You might want to make yourself presentable."

JR walked back out of his room. Five minutes? Fuck. I didn't even think I could get up and walk in five minutes. But I had to. I had no excuse why I'd be laying naked on JR's floor in a pool of my own cum.



Tormented Trophy Wife Ch. 03



I scrambled off of Sam JR's bedroom floor. I was dripping in cum. I needed to get to my shower. I'm sure drops of his precious fluid spilled into the thick carpet along the way, but I was moving too fast to care. Fortunately I was just stepping out of the shower when my husband walked in.

"Hi honey," I called to him. "How was your day?"

"Just fine," he replied. "We're you working out?"

We have an extensive home gym in the basement so that question is not farfetched. I told him I did have a good workout that afternoon, snickering to myself at the double meaning. I told Sam I'd be downstairs soon to start working on dinner. He seemed satisfied that nothing was out of place. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I tried to stick with the workout theme and put on clean panties, a bra, sweat pants and a tank top. Although I was freshly fucked, I didn't think I looked like JR had just ravaged me. I was hoping he had gone out to have dinner with his friends and that I would not have to face him when I got downstairs. Of course my luck wasn't that good. 

JR was sitting with his dad in the kitchen. I couldn't believe he would have told Sam about our afternoon together, but I wasn't sure. JR had a shit eating grin on his face that wouldn't quit. Sam didn't look mad at me so I decided JR had not told him. I had to play it cool like nothing had happened, but that was easier said than done. You see, I now understood what Terri meant by her boyfriend filled her up. He filled me up too. Better than any other man ever had if I could admit such a thing to myself. And his attitude. My God, he was even more aggressive than his dad was when we first hooked up. I didn't want to tell him but JR's style and cocksmanship was exactly what I had been craving.

Still I had to make worthless chit chat asking Sam how his day went at work and JR how his day went at school. But all I wanted to do was strip off my clothes and have them tag team fuck me. But I knew that would be the end of my marriage. Sam was unwilling to let his kids know I cheated on him. Imagine what he would say if I cheated with them. The ramifications were almost too much to think about.

I told them I was just making spaghetti and veggies for dinner. Both men groaned at the veggie part. I kept myself busy facing the stove so I didn't have to look at JR while he and his dad discussed some boring sports thing. I wasn't really listening to their conversation. I was thinking about JR bending me over the table. I had not even realized the room had gone silent until I felt JR's rough hands reach around me and squeeze my boobs. Reflexively I pushed my ass back against him.

"That's right baby," he whispered softly in my ear. "I know what kind of woman you are and what you want."

I couldn't speak. He wasn't subtle. He was crude. But his fingers were working magic on my tits and my nipples sprung to life against my bra. He pulled me close against him. I could feel his cock stiffening in his pants. I quiet moan escaped my lips. He did know. And I knew his could deliver. I dared not turn my head to see if my husband was watching. I prayed he had left the room giving JR free access to roam his hands on my body.

"It displeases me that you are wearing this bra," he continued. 

He then reached down and felt my ass. His hand lingered as he determined I had panties on under my sweat pants.

"Never wear panties in my presence again." 

I continued to grind my ass on his crotch.

"I mean it Heather. Go and change before dinner. If you don't, I'll never fuck you again."

JR dropped his grip on my breasts and moved back toward the table. Moments after he sat down my husband reappeared from the living room. I don't think he saw JR's hard on. I was in a panic. Sam had already seen what I was wearing. How could I remove my undergarments without him noticing? JR's tone had left no doubt that he fully expected me to obey him. Then there was his threat. He didn't say he would tell his dad. He said he wouldn't fuck me again. Did he really believe he was so good that he could order me around for sex?

Who was I kidding? Yes he was that good. I wanted at least one more ride on his magical cock to make sure our first encounter wasn't a fluke. What was I thinking? He's my step-son. I shouldn't have fucked him the first time and I certainly shouldn't fuck him again.

I continued making dinner trying to hold my composure together. I could still feel JR's hands on my tits caressing me. I could feel my pussy getting wet again thinking about his touch. Sam announced that he forgot something in his car and would be right back. I froze in place when I realized he would be leaving me alone with his son again. Would JR grab me again? Maybe he would put a finger into my sweat pants this time. But he didn't. He just spoke from his chair. He wasn't whispering this time but speaking in calm, reassuring voice.

"Why are you still here Heather? Don't you need to change?"

I was frozen in my spot. To the entire world I looked like I was cooking dinner but in my mind I was reeling from JR's demands and fondling of my body. I had to come up with a plausible excuse for changing. But nothing was coming to mind. I looked out into the backyard hoping nature would provide some inspiration. Fortunately by the time Sam returned it did.

"Sam honey, could you watch the stove for a few minutes?" I cooed at him. "I'm going to take a dip in the pool after dinner and I want to change."

I didn't wait for an answer but walked briskly out of the kitchen. Sam's house had a large in-ground pool with a nice pool house complete with bathrooms and showers. I did spend a lot of time sunbathing on the patio although I usually changed in the pool house. This time though, I was quick to get back to our bedroom. I stripped off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I could see my pussy was still swollen from JR's abuse of it earlier but it was also wet with anticipation. I couldn't resist giving myself a few quick strokes on my clit. It was swollen and sensitive. I knew I could get off in just a few minutes, but I also knew my excuse to be up here wouldn't last that long.

I begrudgingly looked to my swimwear drawer and found a black bikini. I hoped the French cut bottom wouldn't show my arousal although there was no way the tiny top wouldn't show my erect nipples. It certainly showed a large amount of cleavage. I doubted either Sam or his son would be disappointed in the change of attire and a swimsuit technically wasn't underwear so it satisfied JR's edict as well. I made a mental note to get some private time in the pool house to relieve my tension after dinner and headed back to the kitchen.

Sam was beaming with pride at how I looked when I returned. JR was not so happy. Oh, it wasn't because he didn't like the way the suit looked on me. That clearly wasn't an issue. I did follow his eyes down to my bare feet. He gave me a stern look and then squinted as if he were trying to focus intently on my ankle. Without saying a word I understood his gaze to mean "why wasn't I wearing heels." Although he had not set that as a prerequisite as he had with the no underwear in the house rule, I realized my mistake. I know heels make my calves and ass look great and I made a mental note not to let it happen again. I didn't think I could get away with putting them on now. I should have come back with them on when changing into the bikini. Maybe when I walked out to the pool I could make the change.

The rest of dinner was uneventful. Sam didn't leave the kitchen again so JR couldn't grope me anymore. I was thankful for that. But he still continued to leer at me in a very knowing way which made me uncomfortable. With just his eyes he was telling me I would follow his commands. I had to find a way to resist his cocksure attitude.

My pussy remained wet all through the meal. Every so often I would discretely slide a hand under the table to feel the front of the bikini bottom. It was soaked, but because of the color I didn't think it would show. But if JR got me along and touched me, he would know. I worried that he would make me cum right in the kitchen. I knew it wouldn't take much for him to send me over the edge. Sex was all I could think about. I'm sure I wasn't contributing much to the dinner conversation. Finally it was over.

I told the boys not to worry about the dishes that I would take care of them after my swim. I said I wanted to do that while the light was still good. In truth I had to get away from them and take care of my pussy. Sam volunteered that JR would get the dishes into the dishwasher and that I shouldn't worry about it. JR didn't seem happy about being volunteered, but wasn't about to cross his father. I smirked at him as if to say "see you don't like taking orders either." I then decided to give him a little more tease.

"I can't go outside without shoes," I said it my best blonde voice. I ran back toward my bedroom and found a sexy pair of pumps. Not too tall, mind you, as they were for the pool deck, but tall enough that JR would know why I chose them.

When I clicked back across the tile floor in the kitchen, JR looked up from his rinsing duties. He told me his father was already retired to the den. I fully expected him to grab my breasts again or stick his now grimy fingers into my bikini bottom but he just smiled.

"I know why you said you want to go swimming. As soon as you can you are going to have your fingers in your pussy in the pool house bathroom. That's fine with me slut, but don't you dare orgasm until I get there."

He didn't wait for a response but went back to loading the dishwasher. I saw no reason to say anything. I walked by him and headed out the back door. The walk to the pool house is about 75 feet. With each step I could hear my heels clicking on the tile path. Each time I heard the sound I knew I was dressed to please JR not myself. My arousal had spiraled out of control and I had to get my hands on my pussy fast. I picked up the pace until I was almost running. I'm sure I looked silly as I sprinted to the relative safety of the pool house. Once inside I sat down on the couch and took a deep breath.

My clit was throbbing. I didn't know if I could touch it without instantly climaxing. I didn't want to disappoint JR by cumming to soon before he could meet me out here. But how would he know? Certainly he doesn't control my orgasms. From the position on the couch I could see the back door of the house. From my experience, the anti-glare coating on the pool house windows meant nobody in the house could see inside the pool house so I didn't bother going into the bathroom. I just slide my bikini bottoms down and started fingering myself. 

Memories of the afternoon being pummeled by JR's cock flooded back into my conscious mind. As I had predicted, it only took a few quick strokes on my clit to set my first orgasm in motion. It wasn't a great one. I hadn't really let it build, but it did cause my arousal level to jump again. There was no way I was about to stop now. Looking back to the house to assure I had privacy, I slipped out of my bikini top and slid the bottoms all the way off. I was now, except for my shoes, naked in the pool house.

I felt so decadent and dirty to be sitting on the couch with my legs splayed open as wide as I could. Sitting in that position made me feel like a slut. My legs had opened naturally as I presented myself to my unknown virtual suitor. Orgasm two built a little slower and was a little more satisfying, but it in no way satisfied my lust. I kept looking toward the house but continued to see nobody making the journey from the back door. Climax three was building slower to my great joy as I knew it would be a whopper. Perhaps after that I'd finally be satisfied.

My right hand was furiously rubbing my clit while my left was pinching my nipples. I was shamelessly moaning. The vinyl seat cover was plastered with my juices. I'm sure I looked like I was in a bad porn movie. Suddenly and without warning the door opened. JR was standing there grinning like a Cheshire cat who just got access to the bird cage. How the hell did he get there without me seeing him? I had intended to scoot into the bathroom as soon as either Sam or his son had left the house. Now I was caught with a very wet right hand and a left hand pinching my nipple.

"I know you came without permission Heather. Didn't you?"

I stopped masturbating and looked down at the floor.

"Yes," I said.

"How many times, slut?" he asked.

Having him call me slut went straight to my heart. 

"Twice," I replied. And then added "almost three but you came in."

"You must not do that. You must only cum when I give you permission."

"But, I don't understand?" I stammered.

"You'll learn." He replied. "But for now, you need to do something about this."

I looked at his shorts and it was obvious he had an erection. He was enjoying tormenting me. I hoped he would fuck me again and give me the big climax that had been building, but he was content to sit on the couch, have me kneel at his feet and slurp his long salty cock. I could tell he had not showered after our last encounter. I didn't mind. He tasted like a man should taste.

I was totally focused on lavishing praise on his cock. I bobbed my head up and down getting his entire shaft slick with saliva. I sucked on the head with as much force as I could muster. I stroked his rod with my hand and fondled his balls. My husband could have tapped me on the shoulder right then and I wouldn't not have noticed he was there. JR had amazing self control. The other guys I had been with would have shot long before he did. He really made me work for my after dinner protein shake. I was still quivering in need of my third desert climax, but after he was done he just slid is shorts back on and started to walk out leaving me in a sweaty heap on the floor. At least Sam had not come looking for us. Before he opened the door he turned and looked at me one final time. He knew he had conquered by heart and broken my spirit to disobey him.

"Remember Heather. No climaxes without permission. Tomorrow I need to be up for school by 6am. I want you in my room at 5:45. Wear something sexy. I'm sure you have some trashy lingerie you wear for dad when you are trying to turn him on. I want to wake up to you sucking my cock. Tomorrow afternoon when I get home I'm going to punish you for climaxing out here without permission. Don't screw up tomorrow morning so I have to punish you for that too."

And with that he was gone. I watched him walk back toward the house. I also fingered myself to an explosive third climax. If I was going to be punished anyway I might as well have the orgasm I had been building to since he had left me on my bedroom floor a couple of hours ago. 

After my body calmed down and my breathing returned to normal I put my bikini back on and jumped into the pool. In case Sam looked out of the window I wanted him to see me in the water. I also needed to feel clean emotionally. JR had awoken something deep inside of me. Needs I have never known I had. But it had to stop. Today was the end. How could I suck him off tomorrow morning? Sam usually left for work about 6. He would notice if I was wearing lingerie and sneaking into JR's room. No, I had to end it. I was going to tell JR tonight had been fun but our adventure was over. 

Then I started thinking about his beautiful cock again. 



Tormented Trophy Wife Ch. 04



After my quick dip in the pool brought me back to my senses, I went back into the house and changed back into my sweats and t-shirt. I also put on my panties and bra. It had been a glorious day. In fact, the best sexual day of my life. But I had to end it with JR. The cost was just too high no matter how good the sex was. 

Sam was still busy in the den. I doubt he ever saw me in the pool. JR was in his bedroom. I knocked on the door and waited until I heard him say enter. He was laying on his bed talking on his cell phone. The conversation sounded like fraternity business. I waited patiently until he lowered the phone.

"What's up mom?" he asked innocently. He'd never called me mom before. I didn't like it. He was obviously trying to get in my head again.

"JR we need to talk," I replied.

He held up his hand indicating I should be quiet and then put the phone back to his ear. He told the caller to hang on a minute he needed to discuss something with me. He then put the phone back down. I couldn't tell if he put the phone on mute. I'd have to chance it.

"JR," I began. "Today was good. Well, great actually. But it was a onetime thing. I can't have sex with you anymore."

I figured if he didn't mute the phone it would be embarrassing to him to have the person know he had fucked me. I can be a bitch when it comes to payback.

"No problem mom," he said. He must have the mute on I decided. "You know my rules. My cock is a limited time offer. If you are not here at 5:45 tomorrow morning, you don't get it ever again. By the way, I can see your bra strap. That's 10 more swats on your ass tomorrow in addition to the ones you earned for cumming without permission for disobeying me. Now get back to dad."

JR left no room for discussion. He just resumed talking on the phone as if our conversation was perfectly normal. How could he be so detached from how I was feeling? I turned and left. I was confused. He was still talking to me like he expected me to just suck his cock in the morning to wake him up. To be his oral alarm clock as it were. But he knew his dad's schedule. He knew I couldn't walk around the house in naughty lingerie at that time of the day. He must still believe his cock, his perfect beautiful cock, held sway over my actions. I was mad at his assumptions about me. But my mental review of the day had me thinking about his cock again. I know he loved fucking me and having me suck him off. He wouldn't really give that up just because I refused to blow him in the morning, would he? Then there was the matter of his promised spanking of me. Surely he wasn't really serious about that. He couldn't be, could he? I had to be strong and hold fast. I'd fuck him on occasion but it would be on my terms and at the appropriate time.

Good logical thinking I thought. But as with everything that day, my thoughts about how things should work out didn't really matter. That night Sam and I went to bed as usual, without sex. You would think after getting a royal screwing in the afternoon, cumming three times in the pool house and sucking JR off my body would happily fall asleep, but that wasn't the case. I was restless. I slept a little, but my rest was interrupted by erotic dreams about being on my knees in front of JR. I was dressed as he requested in trashy lingerie serving him like his loyal cock slut. In my dreams he fucked me over and over until I could hardly walk. I took care of his every sexual need and in return he kept my pussy stuffed and happy.

Each time I came in my dream world I woke up and found my fingers in my pussy. As you can imagine they were slick and coated with my juices. What had JR done to me? Why could I only think about him?

I tried to fall asleep again only to have another dream about him. We were in the pool house again. His friends were visiting and were on the pool deck and playing in the water while JR was screwing me in the pool house. We could see them through the windows as JR bent me over the couch and took me from behind. This time I woke rubbing my clit and feeling very close to orgasming. I tried to force myself to stop playing with myself, but it was as if my pussy was calling my fingers back as I finally relented and allowed myself to dissolve into another glorious climax. I had to fight the urge to scream in pleasure or thrash around the bed. It wouldn't have been the first time Sam woke up to find me masturbating, but I didn't want to explain what I was thinking about if he pressed me on the issue. So I shuddered silently but happily. How many times had I cum since yesterday noon?

Physically sated for the moment, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Although I knew it wasn't the smartest move I could make, I started thinking about how to be in JR's room on time and not get caught. But I couldn't come up with a plan. I decided my lack of imagination on the subject was the universe's way of telling me I could dream about JR but that in real life I needed to stay away. Surprisingly once I had that realization, I fell asleep easily and didn't dream about him again that night. I was content to have enjoyed the day and leave him as a masturbatory fantasy. But the universe apparently had other plans.

At 4:48 AM I felt my husband stirring and then get out of bed. I watched him through the low light in our bedroom walk to the master bathroom and then heard the shower running. He was up at least half an hour early. I was confused. I listened as he was going through his usual morning routine of shit, shower and shave. He obviously wasn't coming back to bed. When he came out of the bathroom I pretended to wake up and sleepily asked him what was going on. He replied that he had not slept well last night so he decided to just head into the office early. Now dressed in his suit and tie he kissed me on the cheek and walked out of the bedroom. It was now 5:30.

My mind was reeling. In all the time we'd been together I never knew him to get up early like this. I jumped out of bed and looked out the window for his car leaving the garage. I wondered if he had stopped in the kitchen to make coffee or toast. His usual habit was to get breakfast on the road. With my luck he was probably eating at home today.

I watched the digital clock clicking away my fate as the minutes advanced toward 5:45. Part of me wanted to crawl back in bed and forget what I was thinking about and what was making my pussy juice once again. But as much as my conscious mind knew that was the wise thing to do, subconsciously my body was telling a different story. My body knew what it needed and where it could get it. JR's bedroom was at the end of the hallway toward the back of the house. It was my favorite bedroom because even though it was smaller than the master bedroom, it had a small balcony which overlooked the pool area. I think originally it was designed as a guest bedroom but when the family moved in JR claimed it for himself. I looked at the clock again. It was 5:40. Time was running out.

I decided to throw caution to the wind. After a final look out the window, I sprinted to my dresser and grabbed the first pieces of lingerie I could find. I then flew back to the window. I wasn't going to be coordinated that first day I remember thinking as I slid a g-string up my legs and a cami over my breasts. But as I watched Sam's car pull away at 5:43 I knew I was going to be on time. I started out the door but stopped and ran back to my walk in closet. Quickly finding my shoes with the highest heels I owned (my black fuck me stilettos) I made my way to JR's bedroom. I half expected his light to be on, but under the door was dark. I reached for the doorknob to let myself in when I noticed there were handcuffs hanging from it. What the hell was he thinking? There was also a folded piece of paper stuck in the door jam. I prayed Sam had not noticed them hanging there.

I should have turned and gone back to my bedroom, but of course I had to see what his note said. As with everything it was simple, direct and to the point. I was to cuff my wrists behind my back. He didn't want me using my hands on his cock. He wanted to see how good I was with just my mouth. I had until 6am to make him cum. He would have more instructions for me after I was done.

I'd like to say it took me more than a moment to decide to grab the cuffs. Having never put on a pair it took several seconds to secure myself. It was then a challenge to open the door. In retrospect I should have done that first, but I wasn't thinking straight. I'm sure JR was already awake, but if he was he was doing a good job pretending to be asleep. Without my hands I had to bite his blanket and pull it off his body. He was wearing boxer shorts. I could make out the outline of his cock in the dim light from the hall. Even flaccid it was impressive. I tried to decide how I could pull off his underwear. With just my teeth it would be tough to get them past his butt. I decided instead to just use my mouth to get to his cock through the front flap. Once he started getting hard, there would be no need to remove his boxers I figured.

Thinking of that plan and carrying it out were two different things. It took some maneuvering to get my tongue on his cock to hopefully start it hardening. His underwear had a strong musky odor. It was intoxicating. Finally I got enough contact with his cock that it started to stir. I was sure JR was just pretending to be asleep as I finally slid my mouth down his now hardening shaft. Sucking his cock with my wrists secured behind me was an interesting experience. I was surprised how much stress the position was putting on my back as I had to tense my muscles to keep my balance. Mentally however, having my wrists bound was wonderful. Any thoughts I had of blowing JR being a bad thing disappeared. Once the cuffs snapped shut, in my mind, I was no longer responsible for my actions. I was his toy to be used for his pleasure. It was exciting. The more effort I put in to his cock the more excited I got. 

When he woke up (or when he finally pretended to wake up) he greeted with a cursory "Good morning slut. You are doing well."

For some reason this made me tingle. All was right in the world. I didn't say a word. I just kept working on his cock. I knew he had given me a deadline and I wanted to be sure he either came or fucked me before six. I could tell JR was getting more excited as his cock swelled in my mouth. It seemed even larger than yesterday if that was possible. JR grabbed my head and was forcing it down. His cock was now banging the back of my throat causing me to gag. My saliva was running out of my mouth and dripping off my chin onto his bed. My mouth was just meant to be used for his pleasure and I loved it.

When I sensed he was about to burst and I prepared to take is load, he surprised me by pulling my head off his cock. I figured he wanted to give me a facial (not that I minded) but instead he pushed me back and got out of the bed. I watched as he slid his boxers down and then stood next to me. His rigid cock was magnificent and right in front of my face. I knelt passively waiting to see what he was going to do. Would he fuck my face? Would he jack off on me? Did he want me to beg him to fuck me? But he did none of those things.

Instead he took his cock in his right hand and lifted it vertically against his cut abs. With his left hand he grabbed my head again and pulled me against him so is balls bounced against by mouth. He didn't have to tell me what wanted. I sucked his first testicle into my mouth. It was salty tasting and my nose was filled with the invigorating smell of man sweat. JR released my head long enough to use his hand to push both his balls into my mouth filling me to capacity. I did my best to lick and suck them but it was tough and my mouth was being stretched to the limit. He then went back to holding my head tight against him as he began to stroke his cock. His knuckles were rubbing on my forehead as he jacked himself. I tried to move my head a little so my nose would tickle the base of his cock. I don't know if that helped but it didn't take him long to achieve his climax.

He let go of my head so he could fish his nuts out of my mouth. He also took a step back and lowered his cock so it was aimed right at my face. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was about to happen. I opened my mouth wide to receive the gift of his cum. The first hot blast was well aimed right into my mouth but after that his rapid jerking to milk every drop of tangy man sauce meant I quickly became a sticky mess. But I didn't care. If my hands had not been secured my fingers would have been flying across my clit so I could cum with him. As it was, I just had to kneel and take it. JR's cum was dripping off my face and onto my cami. I also bet some of it missed me all together and was now drying in the carpet.

JR told me to stay where I was until he was done showering. Although my knees were getting sore, I didn't dare move. I stayed, as ordered, kneeling in front of his bed with his cum drying on my face while he showered and then dressed for school. Finally he helped me back to my feet and removed the handcuffs. As I rubbed some circulation back into my wrists he told me what he expected for the rest of the day.

"Heather, you were very good this morning," he began. "But there still is the matter of your indiscretions yesterday that require punishment."

Damn, I had hoped he forgot about that.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me about?" he asked.

Sheepishly I confessed to masturbating last night and cumming in bed. He just nodded as if my telling him about my sexual cravings was just a normal conversation. 

"You lack discipline in your life. Today when I get home I am going to spank you. I believe you owe me for four orgasms and a bra. Each is worth 10 swats with my hand for a total of fifty," he said. He parenthetically added that if I was a good girl he would fuck me too. I felt my g-string get a little wetter when he said that.

"I want you waiting to greet me. Wear only stockings, garters and heels. Be on your knees. Cup your breasts and hold them up to me for inspection. Be sure your pussy is wet and ready for my use."

He was staring into my eyes as he gave me the instructions. It was as if his words were boring into my soul. He walked past me without saying another word. As I watched him leave the bedroom I began counting the hours and minutes until his return.

Did I mention my fingers had pulled my g-string aside and were rubbing my clit?



Tormented Trophy Wife Ch. 05



I remained in JR's bedroom for at least half an hour. I heard the garage door open and close and his car pull out of the driveway. I had an overwhelming desire to masturbate. He had given me instructions on how to wait for his return as if he knew I would obey him. My mind was reeling with the possibilities. I had not yet begun to think of the logistical problems of spending the day in my lingerie keeping my pussy wet and ready for his cock. Figuring out those little details would come later. At the moment all I could concentrate on what doing what I would have to do to get his cock in me again. Oh his wonderful cock. I replayed his instructions in my mind. He said he was going to spank me because I came without permission last night. I didn't relish that thought. But he also said if I was a good girl he would fuck me again. I could be a good girl. JR usually got home from school about 4pm if he didn't go to hang out at his fraternity. I couldn't imagine him doing that today. He knew his dad got home between 5 and 5:30 so I deduced that JR would arrive soon after 3:30. I was sure he would want to play with me right up to the point his dad was going to arrive again and leave me scrambling to clean myself up.

I thought back to yesterday when he did exactly that and my hand slid down into my g-string. It was if it had a mind of its own as I began to stroke my dripping slit. Actually my hand didn't have a mind of its own. My clit did. It was in control. It was throbbing and demanding attention. "What the hell," I thought to myself. "I'm already going to be punished for cumming without permission. I might as well do it again."

And do it again I did. Right on the floor of JR's bedroom I played with my needy pussy until I came with a shriek. I felt dirty and depraved, but I also felt alive. I felt more alive than I had in a long time. I peeled myself off of the floor and headed to my bathroom to shower. Part of me wanted to remain bathed in the aftermath of my night of masturbation and morning of service to JR. But part of me also knew I had to get cleaned up and start the day. I had errands to run and things to do. I couldn't just hang around all day thinking about sex and playing with myself.

I managed to shower, get dressed and head out into the world to do my errands, but the not thinking about sex part didn't happen. I was constantly thinking about JR's cock and what he was going to do to me. All my concerns about not being wet and ready for him were moot. I only hoped my soaked panties were not going to show through the crotch of my pants. The temptation to pull the car over into a secluded place and pleasure myself was almost unbearable, but somehow I managed to get all my tasks done and get home without an incident. I ate a light lunch still fighting the urge to finger my pussy. My mind was swirling with lust, but I decided to try and wait until JR came home instead of masturbating. I wanted to cum for him and not just myself. 

I decided the best way to burn off my nervous sexual energy was to head downstairs to our home gym. It was about 1pm and I figured an hour of cardio would set my mind straight. I could then shower again and do my hair, make-up and lingerie and be ready for my young stud's return. My plan was perfect, so I thought, except for two problems.

First, when I do my cardio days I like to switch back and forth between a treadmill, an elliptical and a bike. I do two circuits of ten minutes on each. My first twenty minutes went fine until I got on the bike. Then the narrow front of the seat made a most pleasant contact with my pussy. I remember thinking "I never noticed that before" as my riding motion began to grind my happy spot on the edge of the saddle. Maybe it was just my heightened state of arousal the past 24 hours, but I was really starting to get off on the motion against the leather seat. I could sense my pace quickening until I was practically sprinting on the bike. I was getting more and more turned on. Looking down I could see a large wet patch on my exercise shorts. I kept riding as fast as I could until I was panting both in exhaustion and sexual need. But the contact just wasn't right to push myself over the edge and climax. I was worn out and finally slowed down letting my body cool. 

As far as problems go, this was a pretty nice one to have. I'd discovered a new sexual thrill in the house one that I knew I would exploit again. I had already started to think about modifications I could make to the seat to make working out even more pleasurable when I heard the sound of a man clearing his throat behind me. I'd been busted humping the bike. Worse than that I knew it was JR before I even turned around to look. He had obviously come home from school early. (Although I didn't know it yet he had purposely come home early trying to catch me unprepared for his arrival. A mistake I would not make again.)

I sheepishly turned to look at who was behind me. It was him, of course. He was smiling like a cat who just captured a canary. He was holding his phone. He had been videoing me moaning on the bike. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. I also wanted to look at his crotch to see if my wanton display had excited him. It had. 

"So Heather," he addressed me in a condescending tone. "Did you not understand my instructions on how you were to greet me?"

"I understood them JR," I stammered. "I just expected you to be home later. "

I was looking around the room guiltily as I struggled to find the words.

"I was about to go upstairs and shower and then prepare myself for you."

I smiled hoping to catch his good side. I was also hoping he had forgotten about his pledge to spank me and instead would drop his pants. Unfortunately I think he had been looking forward to punishing me because he told me my transgressions had been adding up and that I was going to have to learn to behave better. I just nodded. 

Thus began the most humiliating afternoon of my life. JR could see right through me. He had me admit how turned on I was riding the bike and thinking about him. He had me lick and smell the seat on the exercise bike. The mix of leather and pussy juice was intoxicating. I was again falling under his spell just like I'd been in the living room, kitchen, pool house and his bedroom. He had me strip. He taught me how to stand for inspection with my legs spread and my hands clasped behind my head.

Of course he took the opportunity as he was circling me observing every inch of my naked body to play with my nipples and test my wetness. My knees buckled as his finger penetrated me. I was now fully his sex toy and I didn't care if Sam walked in at that moment or not.

"Tomorrow you will not make the same mistake about not being ready for me," he scolded me. "But today you must be punished so you will remember."

JR pointed to a large exercise ball in the corner of our home gym. I quickly broke my inspection position and retrieved it. He told me to lie over it face down and to keep my legs spread. I eagerly complied. This was the position I was in when he gave me my first spanking of the day. JR tanned my ass until it was on fire. I could feel my wetness running out of my pussy. I'm sure juices were clearly visible dripping down the exercise ball. JR had to know what he was doing to me. How aroused he was making me. How much need I was feeling for more than the touch of his hands on my ass. But he didn't show it. It was remarkable in the level of control he was showing. I was shocked he didn't fuck me right there, but apparently he had other plans and the emotional strength to carry them out.

My spanking complete JR taunted me about how sexy my battered backside looked. He then told me to hold my position and that he would be back soon. He warned me to keep my legs spread and my hands down and away from my pussy or he would spank me again. I heard him walk up the stairs. I felt very alone with my swollen dripping pussy and my hot ass cheeks. I was sure they would be black and blue soon. I didn't know how I would explain that to Sam if he saw them. I could hear JR walking around upstairs. It sounded like he was in the kitchen and maybe making himself lunch. How could he leave me in this state? He knew how excited he'd made me. Why wasn't he coming back downstairs?

I don't know how long I waited bent over the exercise ball for JR to return. If I had to guess I'd say it was about ten minutes. Ten very long minutes. My ass was still on fire from his spanking and my nipples were achingly hard from rubbing against the rubber exercise ball. All I could think about was having JR come back and fuck me senseless. Finally I heard him coming back down the stairs. 

JR appeared back in front of me. He had changed out of his jeans and now had on sweat pants and a t-shirt. He was holding a bowl. From the smell I could tell it was leftover chilli we had in the fridge. He was also holding a beer and a small bottle of Tobasco sauce. He set down his lunch and then pulled a chair over so he could see my face while he ate.

I watched as he poured a generous amount of Tobasco onto his chilli and then started to shovel his lunch into his face. In between bites he quized me about what I had been doing all day. Although I was embarrassed I did admit to him how and why I had gotten excited. I also begged him to fuck me at which he smiled. I could see his cock stirring in his sweatpants. 

When he finished eating, JR told me to stand up and lay back down on the ball on my back. I use this position to stretch my spine so it didn't feel out of the ordinary until he ordered me to spread my arms and legs. With my legs spread and my back arched around the ball thrusting my tits skyward I felt very exposed. Of course that was his plan, but I still felt objectified. JR appeared to like my position, however, as he walked over near my head and pulled the ball down just a bit so my face was even with his crotch. I licked my lips in anticipation, a fact which did not go unnoticed. I could tell by the look on his face as he looked down on me that JR liked the control he had over me. I could also see the bulge in his pants growing. His cock must have liked me too.

JR straddled my face. I could feel his cock against my mouth, but the sweatpant's fabric robbed me of direct contact. The sweatpants had also been laundered recently so instead of JR's intoxicating man-sweat smell their only aroma was fabric softener. I felt his hands begin to caress my breasts. 

"I still owe you punishment from last night. Your spanking took care of you not being ready for my arrival." he told me.

I didn't respond. I was too busy enjoying his cloth covered cock rubbing against my face. His gentle caresses of my boob flesh switched to more forceful pinches of my nipples. He also leaned over me and gave my clit a quick rub. It was engorged and desiring more attention. Instead he stood back up and pulled off his sweat pants. His cock was now at its glorious full staff. He looked down at me and said "open."

Dutifully I opened my mouth wide in anticipation of receiving his magnificent cock. I watched as his cock seemed to tower above my head. I expected him to slide it into my mouth, but it kept moving forward until his testicles hit my forehead. They kept moving and slid across my eyes and nose until they dropped into my mouth.

"Suck them whore," he said. 

And suck them I did. JR seemed to be enjoying me sucking on his balls. I later learned he was "teabagging" me. At the time all I was worried about was doing a good job and the pressure he kept alternating between my nipples. He would jack his cock with one hand and toy with one of my nipples with the other. Then he would switch hands and switch nipples. While he was teasing my nips he lamented that he didn't have a whip so he could punish me while I sucked him off. I didn't offer to tell him that I'd thought about him using his leather belt on me. I didn't want to think about where he would hit me if I stayed in this position.

For better or for worse (worse that he didn't fuck me, better that I got him off quickly) JR soon was moaning and saying he was about to cum. I regretted that I would not be getting his cock in my mouth or pussy for his climax when he popped his nuts out of my mouth and told me to cup my tits and pull them together. No joy for me, but an aiming point for his load which is summarily dumped onto my tits. It was a big load and there was a far amount of splatter. But his warm sticky liquid felt great on my skin. He sounds of pleasure were music to my ears knowing that I had gotten him off. My pleasure could wait a while longer. I knew if JR was pleased eventually I would be pleasured as well.

JR ordered me to rub his jizz all over my chest and then to wipe my hand on my face. It was a delightfully degrading act as I made myself his cum cover slut. I was sure he would now reward me with an orgasm of my own. But instead he said he had homework to work on for a while. I seemed amused when I pouted. He was even more amused when I begged him to make me cum.

"We have a couple of hours until dad comes home. If I get enough homework done, I'll take care of you in a little while."

I knew he was just getting his jollies teasing me and making fun of my carnal needs. Then he looked at me as if he was pondering something.

"You had better come upstairs with me. If I leave you without supervision you'll probably masturbate again."

Of course he knew me too well. Even if it cost me another spanking that was exactly what I was going to do as soon as he left the room. I started to roll off the exercise ball but JR raised his hand to stop me. I looked up at him quizzically. He wanted me to follow but he also wanted me to stay lying on my back. I watched as he went over to the table where his lunch plate was sitting. I watched as he picked up the bottle of Tabasco sauce. I watched as he turned and looked at me with an evil grin.

"I know you want me to touch your clit and suck your nipples, but I really don't have time right now," he said advancing on my prone body. "This should keep you focused though."

I watched in a mix of horror, excitement and wonder as it opened the bottle of Tabasco and put a small drop on his index finger. He then tapped his finger on my left nipple. I felt the heat of the pepper juice instantly flow through my breast even as I watched the Tabasco roll slowly down my erect nipple. My body tensed at the sudden heat and my back arched thrusting my tits toward him. He quickly repeated the process on my right nipple. My chest felt like it was on fire. I raised my hands to defend myself, but it was too late. He grabbed my hands spilling a bit of the Tabasco onto my stomach. It felt warm but nothing like the fire on my sensitive buds.

"That will keep those nips stiff until I'm done with my homework," he chuckled. "I need you to calm down. Take deep breaths. The intensity will wear off soon, but the heat will last for a couple hours."

I stared into his eyes. I was glad he was holding my hands down. It made it easier to focus on his face as I tried to calm my body. I was breathing short fast breaths. At first at thought I was going to hyperventilate but JR spoke to me in calming tones and eventually I started to relax and he let go of my hands and began to gently rub my clit. Of course this immediately snapped my focus to the dance of his finger on my clit eliciting a moan and a thrust of my hips toward his hand.

He began to pinch my clit drawing more blood into it. He then began to push my clitoral hood down forcing my clit to pop up. I was in heaven as he finally gave me the attention I craved. I closed my eyes and grabbed my breasts. I began to pinch my nipples forcing the stinging juice deeper into the pores of my nipples. I could feel a huge orgasm begin to build quickly. I was shouting words of encouragement to "finish me off" when I felt the splash of liquid. My first thought was that I had just squirted a little girl pre-cum on his fingers, but then I felt the fire on my clit. Opening my eyes I saw his hand holding the Tabasco bottle. My moan turned to a scream as pain shot through my body. I rolled off the exercise ball into a heap on the floor and then got up and ran to the sink in the corner of the room.

Unfortunately JR was right when he said I would not be able to wash away the feeling. My swollen clit was wide open to accept the vicious sting of the Tabasco. As I splashed cold water onto my clit it immediately shrunk killing my impending orgasm. But chilling my clit also trapped the fire from the sauce. I furiously rubbed my pussy trying to dull the pain but I couldn't. I looked back at JR with a fire in my eyes which matched the fire he lit on my clit and nipples.

"You bastard," I hissed. "That's it. We're done."

"No problem babe," he responded. "No more cock for you. If you change your mind I'll be in my bedroom. Don't make me wait long."

And with that, he walked upstairs. Naked I stood in the basement, my nipples tingling and my clit beginning to acclimate to the pepper juice. The pain was starting to subside and a warm glow was starting to spread through my body. How could I be responding this way? I was starting to feel aroused again. My emotions were reeling. JR had used me for his pleasure this afternoon and all I got was pain (spanking and Tabasco) while he got a teabag induced orgasm. It wasn't fair. He'd teased me and made me beg and then left me alone. 

I'd like to tell you that I took control of my body, made myself cum and told him to fuck off. But I was scared of what rubbing the Tabasco might do and I realized he knew I loved the way he treated me and that I'd become addicted to his wonderful cock. I'd like to tell you that I at least waited more than a few minutes to shamefully head back to his bedroom. I'd like to tell you that but I can't. Faster than I want to admit I was knocking on his door. My head was bowed looking at the floor in disgrace. I heard JR call to me from behind the door.

"Crawl to me slut. Show me you are a bitch dog in heat."

Heat was right. My arousal and the Tabasco were conspiring to make my pussy drool with excitement. I didn't hesitate to drop to the floor. The bastard did not even bother watching as I crawled submissively into his room. He really was working on his homework. I crept next to him and rubbed my face on his leg. 

"Crawl to your room and get a vibrator. Fresh batteries too. Carry it in your mouth like a bone. Make it snappy."

I looked up at him. He was still focused on the book on his desk. The bottle of Tabasco was on his desk. I inferred that if I didn't please him I would probably get another dose. I turned and crawled out of the room. I'm sure my wigging ass would have amused him if he had been watching. Accessing my stash of sex toys was easy enough. But fresh batteries were in a cabinet in the kitchen. Although I suppose I could have walked downstairs, I felt compelled to follow his instructions to the letter and he said crawl so that is what I did. Although nobody was watching, I felt deliciously humiliated crawling naked through my house to retrieve the batteries. Every "step" brought my arousal higher. Crawling back up the stairs caused my nipples to brush against the carpet. That brought another wave of dizzying excitement.

Entering the room, JR told me to just get on the bed. He still didn't look at me. I guess just he just knew that I had my vibrator in my mouth like he ordered. I hopped onto his bed. I lay with my arms at my side with my vibrator in my mouth. I was determined not to do anything until he ordered it. He made me wait about five minutes. My clit and nipples were tingling the whole time. I desperately wanted to jam my vibrator at full force into my pussy. But I just had to lay and wait until he was ready.




Tormented Trophy Wife Ch. 05



Finally JR stood up and walked over to the bed. His sweat pants were bulging again. I looked at his crotch with longing. Was he finally going to fuck me? Apparently the answer was no. He took my vibrator out of my mouth and turned it on. I smiled at him.  

"Put your hands under your butt and spread your legs," he ordered. I complied. "If your hands move or your legs close..." he stopped speaking but looked at his desk. I understood immediately that failure on my part to hold that position meant more Tabasco. His threat was very effective to control me.

He then placed my vibrator upright leaning against my pussy. It immediately began to make a slutty noise as it buzzed against my wetness and my moans filled the room. But as good as it sounded, I knew just droning away on my labia wasn't going to make me cum. It would get me close, especially as aroused as JR made me already today, but I knew I was in for a long tease until he was ready to give me more. 

JR sat back down at his desk and resumed working on his homework. I lay on his bed leaking pussy juice onto his blanket with my legs spread and my hands trapped under my ass. If JR's goal was to keep me focused on sex, he succeeded. All I could think about was getting his cock into my pussy. I was determined not to break his order to keep my legs spread or move my hands, but that didn't mean I could not rock my hips to try and get a little more pressure from the vibe on my sensitive flesh. Alas, I could get close to orgasm but not go over. I doubt JR would have allowed me that privilege anyway. Although he seemed not to be paying attention to me I bet he knew exactly how each movement was affecting me and would have jumped in to stop me if I got too close to cumming.

By 4:45 JR was done with his homework and I though he may give me 15 minutes of pleasure before I had to prepare for Sam's return. But as usual, my predictions about him were wrong. I couldn't believe he did want to fuck me, but he told me to go take a shower instead. He told me not to masturbate and that I should put my hair into a ponytail and return within 10 minutes.

I had to be quick, jumping in and out of the shower in record time. I also kept the shower colder than I prefer to try to calm my unrequited arousal. I was back in JR's room in 9 minutes, my hair still damp but twisted into the requisite pony tail. I noticed he had brought one of my short white tennis dresses into his room and laid it on the bed. There was also a pair of tennis socks and my sneakers. I didn't see a bra or panties. Lack on underwear was a bad sign. A worse sign was the bottle of Tabasco had been replaced with a chili pepper left over from my last batch and a knife. That worried me. My dream of being bent over the bed and ravaged was shattered by JR's apparent plan to intensify what I had felt this afternoon. But as I stood there silently I knew I would submit to his evil desires. I couldn't help myself.

Sam arrived home right on-time a few minutes after JR had finished with me. I was playing the part of faithful wife preparing dinner. Sam and JR were sitting in the kitchen once again and we made small talk about their respective days. Of course JR was lying his ass off. I could only tell the truth up until noon. I was wearing the tennis dress JR had picked out. It was very short and designed to be worn with shorts underneath. I had to be careful not to bend over or my pussy would be on display. And what a display it would be. After he had dressed me, my nipples hard as rocks just from his simple touches sliding my dress over me, JR had picked up the pepper. I'm sure he could sense my apprehension. 

He carefully slid the knife lengthwise across the pepper shaving off just part of the skin until it glistened. I guess I should be thankful that he didn't squeeze the pepper and extract the juice. He did have me hold up the dress and slid the pepper across my clit and labia. I couldn't help but scream. The pain was much more intense than the Tabasco. I wouldn't have thought it was possible, but it was. JR explained the pain would wear off quickly, but the heat and itch would last for hours. He also said it was impossible to wash off so I shouldn't even bother trying. I was in tears by the time he told me to drop the hem of my dress.

I was blubbering. I felt betrayed. How could I hide this from Sam? The emotional pain was almost worse than the physical. I couldn't even vocalize a protest as I felt JR scoop my breasts free from the open V at the top of the dress to repeat the treatment on my nipples. It didn't add to my pain. It couldn't. I was on overload. I felt like my body was going to shut down emotionally. Through my tear streaked eyes I looked at him pleadingly, but it was too late. There was no going back. I was going to be on fire for hours.

"Now mom," he finally spoke. I hate when he calls me mom as he only does it to sound condescending. "As the pain fades you will find your arousal will grows. The pepper will keep those rocks you call nipples on your tits hard the rest of the night. I don't recommend you frig your pussy anytime soon as you really don't want to spread the juice internally. It will keep you highly sensitive until about 10 tonight. You are going to want relief, but I would wait a little while past when the heat finally fades.

"Will you fuck me then? I babbled almost incoherently?

"No, I'm going out after dinner. You need to fuck dad tonight if you want satisfaction. I know he likes to go to bed early so you'll have to keep him interested but make him wait at the same time. I'm sure you can do that. Tomorrow I expect my wake-up call at 6am sharp and I trust we will not have a repeat of your not being prepared for me tomorrow afternoon."

"No sir," I replied dejectedly. "No repeat problems tomorrow."

"Good. Now wipe your tears and get downstairs," he commanded.

JR walked out of the room. I tried to get myself together. The pain had already started to fade. Now I just had the fire. I knew from this afternoon the fire would not subside for quite some time. It was going to be a long night. 

I'm sure Sam must have noticed my nipples so prominently displayed by that dress. He must have guessed that I wasn't wearing a bra for some reason. I had been careful not to show that I wasn't wearing panties although the smell of my arousal was clear to me. I don't think Sam noticed as the smells of dinner masked my female musk. Fortunately Sam didn't leave the kitchen this time so JR never had me alone to further tease me. After a pleasant dinner JR did go out with his friends. Sam didn't question why I was dressed the way I was, his only concern being that I should dress "appropriately" around JR. He was concerned that I might be a bad influence on the impressionable young boy. He gave me a playful swat on the butt as he whispered "but I know better about you" into my ear. He then walked out of the kitchen to his home office and the night's usual work. The feeling on his hand stayed on my ass as I stood in the kitchen.

By the time I finished the dishes the heat on my clit had started to dissipate slightly. It was now just after 7. The first thing I wanted was my husband's dick in my pussy. The last thing I wanted was to get pepper juice on it. As bad as it was to have it on my clit, explaining to Sam why is cock felt like it was on fire would be worse. I tried to relax around the house that night, but my mind would not let me. The constant heat on my clit and nipples just had me more and more turned on. I knew if I masturbated I'd earn another spanking tomorrow. I decided it would be worth it, but I wasn't willing to risk having the pepper juice pushed into my pussy. I knew I would need penetration. A simple buzz on my clit wouldn't be enough for the kind of orgasm I thought I had earned and should be rewarded with. No, JR had effectively prevented me from pleasuring myself for a few more hours. 

I made sure to visit Sam in his home office several times to ask if he needed a drink or a snack but really to let him see my nipples were still hard and to let him know I was sexually available to him later when we went to bed. I even reached down and grabbed his cock during one of my visits to make sure he knew what I wanted. He offered to go upstairs early and then finish his work but I told him to do his work first and that I would be his reward. I didn't tell him I needed at least another hour to marinate in my own juices.

JR came home just as the heat was finally almost gone. He was a real bastard planning this evening out. He was hidden away in his room when Sam and I finally made love that night. I was very demanding and Sam was more than happy to give me a good hard fuck. I was also very vocal that night. If JR was going to put me in this position, I was going to make him have to listen to his dad give me the screwing I needed. I thought I heard footsteps outside out bedroom. Sam was too into drilling me to notice. When he finally shot a big load into me and collapsed into a sweaty pile of spent man, the fire in my pussy was finally put out. I lay next to him satisfied, at least temporarily. Looking at the clock it was 11:30. Sam and I had been going at it for over an hour. We rarely fucked anymore and when we did it was never like that. If Sam would just do that for me every day I wouldn't need JR, I theorized.

But I knew Sam wouldn't do me like that every day so keeping JR happy was upmost in my mind. I couldn't disappoint him and risk receiving the pepper treatment again. I knew Sam wouldn't be getting up to leave early after I wore him out so I decided the next best option was to let him sleep in. I reset the clock so that the alarm was off. My plan was to tell him that he must have hit the off switch because he was tired. I also set the alarm on my watch to wake me 15 minutes before JR's wake up suck. The plan worked like a charm. I took a quick shower to wash away my "naked fun time" with Sam then I dressed as prescribed for JR's lustful turn. I felt especially dirty. I liked feeling that dirty.

JR's needs were pretty straight forward. A simple blowjob until his wonderful cock shot a creamy load into my appreciative mouth. I would have loved for him to fuck me, but I had to get back to Sam. JR reminded me to be ready for him that afternoon. He implied that if I made him happy he would fuck me. I nodded and he dismissed me. I hurried back to my bedroom as my husband was starting to stir. I slipped under the covers and pretended to be asleep as he woke up with a start. He seemed confused why the alarm didn't go off. I faked like I was waking up and groggily asked what was wrong. He wasn't very coherent as he was heading toward the bathroom but I knew he was pissed about the alarm.

I followed him into the bathroom. He was already in the shower so I quickly pulled off the lingerie I had put on for JR and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. I then joined Sam in the shower. It had been a long time since we had done that together.

"You were an animal last night," I cooed as I began to rub my hand across his chest. "We need to do that more often."

Guys, when a beautiful naked woman joins you in the shower and praises your sexual performance, telling her you are late for work and in a hurry really isn't the right way to respond. I didn't care, though. It proved he wasn't worried about me, just the time of day. I'd gotten away with another morning with his son. Now I just had to figure out how to make sure I didn't screw up the afternoon.

I was determined to be a good girl for JR. I wasn't going to be unprepared for his arrival. After Sam and JR left for work and school respectively I took another shower to finally feel really clean. I then took my time to do my makeup, chose my nasty girl lingerie, stockings with garter belt and heels. I looked like a horny man's wet dream. It was now 10am. JR hadn't told me when he was coming home, but I figured I had 2-6 hours to wait. I didn't care. I was not going to disappoint him again. I settled in the living room where I could watch TV and also monitor the driveway. I kept the volume low so I would hear the garage door open. My plan was to sprint to the door as soon as I saw his car or God forbid, heard the garage door.

My day was boring to say the least. Daytime television isn't my thing and I ran out of DVRed programs pretty fast. It was now 1pm. I decided to get my laptop and surf the net. At least I could check out some of my favorite adult sites and keep my mind occupied. By 4pm I was getting very anxious. My pussy was wet and my nipples were hard. My fingers had been busy for the last two hours keeping myself aroused and ready but not allowing myself to climax. I was just the way JR had ordered me to wait for him. The thought crossed my mind that he wasn't going to come home today. That maybe he had a school event or was hanging out back at his fraternity. By 4:30 I had almost given up hope. By now he wouldn't have time to satisfy me before his dad got home. I'd almost reached the point where I was going to make myself cum when I saw his car pulling into the driveway. My heart soared with joy.

Quick as a flash I was on my knees at the garage door cupping my breasts in sacrificial offering to my cock God. JR seemed very pleased with me. He even apologized for being a little late. He said he had intended to be home earlier. I told him what mattered was he was home now. Today JR didn't play any games. He said I had earned a proper screwing by following his instructions this morning and for being wet and ready for his arrival this afternoon. He led me back into the living room. I didn't need any further foreplay, another fact which made him smile when I told him, but JR's cock needed some attention to bring it to its full rock hard glory. Although he pretended to be disinterested as I bobbed my mouth back and forth on his tool, I could tell he was enjoying my ministrations. 

I was thoroughly enjoying sucking his cock for the second time today, but what I really wanted was for him to fuck me. Every minute or so I would take my mouth off his manhood, stroking it with my hand instead I would beg him to fuck me. Again he proved to be the master of control and made me wait until about 4:45 before I positioned me doggie style kneeling on one of our chairs. Dripping our comingled juices on the chair wasn't the best idea we ever had, but I wasn't going to object. The position also had me looking out of the front window. While it would warn me of Sam's arrival, it would also mean anybody walking by could see me getting drilled by my young stud. But I didn't care.

JR was magnificent. He pounded me fast and furious. He told me to cum as often as I could since he would be busy at school the next couple of days. I didn't need to be told twice. I'd been holding back all afternoon and as soon as I let my mind go (and a quick flick of my clit from my right hand) my orgasm was off and running. JR didn't slow his pace, but as soon as I'd started to come off my peak he began to spank me and tell me what a slut I was for cumming so easily. Of course that just brought a flood of memories back to me. The pain (pretty mild in comparison to yesterday) triggered a torrent of pleasure surging through my body. Soon I was climaxing again. This time he reached down and began to choke me. I'd never had a love do that before, although I'd read about. Another new experience led to another quick orgasm. JR had me cumming almost continually. I was shouting obscenities urging him on to fuck me even harder. I felt like my pussy was going to split wide open. I was sure my ass was bright red and the fabric on the chair was going to be stained, but nothing mattered beyond the next wave of orgasmic pleasure about to rip through my body. I was completely out of control as my body finally got the release it had sought for so long.

I was so focused on meeting JR's next thrust that I didn't even register that Sam's car was pulling into the driveway.



Tormented Trophy Wife Ch. 06



 Chapter 06 My New Life



I guess I should consider myself lucky that JR was paying more attention to our surroundings that I was at that moment. I was too busy rutting against his cock and lost in the emotion of finally being fucked the way I had been dreaming about. Had JR not noticed his dad arriving home we would have been caught balls deep in my pussy with my moans of pleasure echoing through the house. As it turned out, my momentary confusion when he pulled out quickly turned to horror when he told me why. I thought maybe he was about to shoot his load porn star like onto my backside. Instead he just yelled that "dad was home" and began sprinting toward the stairs.

I would have been upset that he was thinking just about himself and not me at that moment, but my instinct to flee meant I was heading up the stairs right after him. In the short term safety of my bedroom I tried to calm down and "look normal" as I quickly pulled on my sweat suit over my lingerie. My clit was still pulsing and my pussy was demanding my attention when Sam walked into the room. I gave him a hug and kiss, hoping he didn't notice my erect nipples or the smell emanating from my pussy, and asked him how his day had been. 

He gave me a quizzical look. I had the feeling he could see through me. But he said nothing outside our normal everyday chit chat. I decided to forgo JR's orders about how I should be dressed in the house. I couldn't think of a good reason why I'd change my clothes. Besides, I was horny and if he wanted to punish me again, I was OK with that.

I told Sam I did feel like cooking and asked if we could order food. He didn't have a problem with that. He wanted Chinese so I made the call. Being the sweetie that he is, JR offered to pick up the food. I said I didn't mind doing it so with a twinkle in his eye, JR suggested I ride with him and keep him company. I looked over at Sam who seemed disinterested with the whole conversation and nodded at JR. "Let's go," he said and I followed him out to his car like an obedient puppy.

JR was fun and games within earshot of his dad, but once in his car it was clear he was back in charge. I felt my pussy begin to leak again when he told me to fish his cock out of his pants.

"I'm not happy I didn't get to cum in you mom," he told me. Again I hated when he called me mom. "Stroke my cock until we get to the Chinese place. Then I'll give you the cream-of-sum-yung-guy sauce."

I wasn't happy I didn't cum (well cum again anyway) so I wasn't pleased that he didn't mention my pleasure as part of his plans, but I certainly didn't mind stroking his cock so I quickly pulled down his zipper and grabbed his man meat. There was plenty of room for me to go down on him while he drove, but I guess he figured it would be too distracting so he waited until we were in the parking lot before he ordered me to give him head.

I was lying down in the front seat of his car with my ass pointed up at the window and my young stud's cock in my mouth for several minutes before he unleashed a torrent of jizz into my mouth. Eating Chinese had never been so good. I doubted JR planned to give me any pleasure at that time, but I was OK with just savoring the taste of his cum in my mouth. I could take care of myself later. JR pulled two twenties out of his wallet and handed them to me. The thought of being a hooker paid for her services flashed through my head but he told me to get out and get the food. I smiled and got out of the car.

I didn't mind getting the food, but as I walked into the restaurant I realized I had cum breath and aroused pussy stink. Fortunately the mix of smells coming out of the kitchen meant nobody noticed. I hurried back to the car to find JR talking on the phone. He started the car and the Bluetooth in the radio kicked in. He was talking to some friend at the fraternity about some big party they were planning. It was all very boring. He told his friend to hang on for a moment and I saw him hit mute.

"I know how turned on you are. You can masturbate until we get home. You have my permission to cum but you might want to be quiet about it."

With that he turned the mute on his phone back off. I looked at him but didn't make a move to slide my fingers beneath the waistband of my sweatpants. He rejoined the conversation with his friend, but he turned his head and looked down at my crotch. He eyes told me I had better not delay following his order. I figured I could fake it. I figured I could just pretend I was doing what he asked. But as soon as my fingers felt my wetness, pretending was not an option.

I had masturbated in public before and the car certainly offered plenty of protection from prying eyes. JR kept his focus on the road, mostly, although he did glance over occasionally to make sure I was following his command. The hard part, I found, was keeping silent. Once my fingers found their way home I wanted more. My self gratification took on a mind of its own. Soon I had pulled my pants down so I could have easier access to my pussy. I wanted to use my left hand to open up my labia giving my right hand more room to finger bang myself and rub my clit. But it felt so good when I did that I had to stifle a moan of pleasure. In the end I had to hold my left hand against my mouth while my right hand tickled all the right places to avoid tipping of JR's friend to what I was doing. It was maddening. I was on fire but I could quite get over the hump by the time we arrived home. I was forced to pull up my pants and once again be the happy wife and step mother. I only hoped Sam wouldn't notice my self-inflicted bite marks on my hand where I used it as a gag.

The rest of the night proceeded without incident. JR announced he would be staying at the fraternity for the next couple of nights and left shortly after dinner. That let me relax as I would not have to worry about our ritual morning blowjobs. It also meant as soon as Sam was settled into his home office after dinner I could sneak away to a hot bath and the orgasm I'd been craving.

After that night things calmed down and fell into a routine. With JR sleeping at the fraternity once again I didn't have to worry about morning schedule conflicts. A couple of afternoons a week he would call me to give me notice of his pending arrival. I would quickly change into something sexy and meet him as prescribed at the door. A couple of times I had been out shopping so I'd have to rush home, but I always made it and my pussy was always hot, wet and ready for him. JR seemed more cognizant of finishing up in enough time that I could shower and dress before Sam came home. I guess he figured he had a good thing going and wasn't going to screw it up. 

On the days JR came over for some afternoon delight he would frequently spend the night meaning I had to wake him with a blowjob. I figured out a couple of ways to deceive Sam and never got caught. Life seemed perfect. I was getting enough of JR's cock and authoritative ways to keep me happy and Sam even seemed more attentive than he had been before I started having an affair with his son. Then he gave me some fateful news that ended up changing my life. Sam told me he had to go to NYC for a few days for meetings. He was flying out of town on the red eye Tuesday night and would not be back until late Saturday. The news seemed innocent enough, but little did I know JR had plans for me during his father's absence.

Tuesday night JR volunteered to drive his dad to the airport instead of having him ride in the usual limo. I rode along as well. As we said our goodbyes JR told his dad not to worry about me because he would look after me. Sam didn't see JR wink at me. I got the feeling I wasn't going to need many clothes for the next three days. Riding back from the airport I expected JR to demand I give him head again or to masturbate for his pleasure, but he didn't. In fact he didn't even spend the night. What he did do was to tell me his fraternity was hosting a party on Wednesday night and he wanted me to attend as his guest. He recognized the look of apprehension in my reaction but of course I agreed to go. He didn't even have to threaten to cut me off from his cock anymore for me to acquiesce to his demands.

I figured he wanted me to dress a little trashy so he could show me off to his friends and I was right. At least I was right about being shown off to his friends. The trashy part not so much. JR preferred I dress elegantly as if the party was a charity fundraiser instead of a college kegger. That meant my favorite cleavage showing black cocktail dress, stockings and heels. As usual I looked fantastic if I do say so myself. Pulling up to the fraternity house I saw some of my "competition" for the male attention arriving. A couple of the girls were wearing jeans and logo sweatshirts and a few girls were dressed pretty slutty in short skirts and breast baring halter tops. I could easily guess which girls were looking for action.

JR was waiting for me at the door. He was a complete gentleman taking my arm in his and escorting me around the house. The party was in full force by the time I arrived. On the main floor, beer and food was available in the dining room. Guys and girls had paired off talking in the living room. No doubt the guys were trying their best pickup lines. Downstairs a DJ was spinning head pounding dance music. The dance floor was a teeming mass of student bodies. The mix was at least 75% girls, mostly the slutty ones I observed; with guys standing around watching as they shook their assets. JR told me to join them. So I did.

I started getting the attention of the few guys on the dance floor immediately. I may have been a few years older than the other girls, but I definitely had a level of refinement they couldn't match. I could tell some of the sluttier dressed ones were jealous of the attention I was getting but I didn't care. On a break back upstairs in the relative quiet of the dining area JR introduced me to a stunning young woman named Jenna. She had obviously been drinking a lot, although she wasn't out of control drunk. At least not yet.

I tried to find some common topic to talk to her about and that turned out to be sex. She giggled and told me her goal for tonight was to fuck 10 guys and she was drinking to give her the courage. I told her I only needed one guy to make me happy in bed and gave JR a little squeeze. He looked down at me and said "that reminds me, I didn't include my room on the tour."

We left Jenna behind to fend for herself and he guided me up the stairs toward his room. Inside his private sanctuary JR wasted no time wrapping me in his strong arms, kissing me passionately and peeling my dress from my body. I could feel his bulging cock through his pants and I felt my pussy moisten. I was beginning to breathe heavy and was anticipating him push me to the floor and ordering me to suck his cock. Time was slowing down. My senses were heightened and everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. I had just thrown my head back to give JR's lips access to my neck when the door burst open and Jenna and a guy I later learned was JR's roommate Eric stumbled in with an alcohol fueled lurch. JR did not seem amused to be interrupted. He chastised Eric for barging in and told him to take Jenna across the hall. Then he apologized to me which seemed out of place.

"I've got something special planned for you Heather and I don't want us to be disturbed," he said.

After locking the door JR moved behind me and again wrapped his arms around me. He firmly began to massage my breasts and soon my bra joined my dress on the floor. My nipples were standing proudly as he began to pinch and roll them in his fingers. I was pushing my ass back against his throbbing cock wishing he would pull it out of his pants. His hands were now roaming all over my body and my panties soon joined my bra and dress on the floor. My pussy reacted as you might imagine to the touch of his fingers as he expertly brought my arousal level higher and higher. 

"Now for your surprise," he cooed into my ear. I could hardly wait.

JR directed me through the study / living area to the bedroom. Hanging on the doorknob was a leather blindfold. He picked it up before he opened the door and tightly affixed it to my head robbing me of sight. Jokingly I asked if I was going to be fucked by the 10 guys instead of Jenna. I was scared to know the answer hoping he didn't say yes. He told me not to worry. The only cock I'd get in my pussy tonight would be his as he hates to share. I remember thinking that didn't mean I wasn't about to get gangbanged up the ass. As it turned out he wasn't lying. His was the only cock I would get in my pussy and my ass was off limits. But that's not to say I wasn't about to get very busy.

JR's big surprise was to bring me to the edge of a bed. He pulled my hand out so I could feel the tubular frame of the footboard. I could tell he moved me to the center on the bed and then directed me to kneel down. There was a firm piece of foam on the floor my knees made contact with as I dropped to the floor. He then told me not to worry and pulled my right arm out perpendicular to my body along the bed frame. Needless to say I was confused. I wish I could see what he was doing. My wrist was secured into a leather cuff attached to the frame. I tugged at it fruitlessly as I felt his hand taking my left wrist and pulling my left arm out to match my right. Realizing what he was doing I tensed, tried to pull my arm back and yell something to the effect of "what the fuck do you think you are doing?"

But he was much stronger than me and soon my left arm felt the touch of a matching cuff. Still I struggled but JR warned me that we could either do this the easy way or the hard way but one way or another my left wrist was going to be cuffed. I continued to resist until he told me he had a ping pong paddle he would use on my ass if I didn't calm down. He also promised me a big orgasm if I relaxed. Wanted the latter and not wanting the former I let my left arm go weak and soon I was attached to his bed and on my knees. He played with my pussy for a quick moment to confirm that I was soaking wet. He then moved away for a moment. When he returned I heard the sound of a vibrator. It was on a low setting. JR obviously meant to tease, not to please. 

He slid the vibrator into my pussy. It went in easily. It wasn't that big so taking it all was not a problem. JR told me to hold it in, but that wasn't easy. I was too wet. I quickly slid out and landed on my knee pillow. JR moved away again. This time I heard the sound of tape being pulled from a roll.

"This is bondage tape. It only sticks to itself not to your skin," he told me. 

I could only nod my comprehension as he wrapped a piece of tape around my waist. I heard him tear another piece off the roll.

"Let's try this again," he said sliding the vibe back inside of me. "Really try to hold it this time slut."

I did my best to squeeze my pussy around the invader, but it was just a matter of time before it would fall out again. Then the simplicity of his plan came into focus. The second piece of tape went between my legs. It wasn't going to stick to my skin but would attach to the tape around my legs to form a unique thong that would keep the vibe in place. In place and tormenting me with its "not on high enough to make me climax" setting. Then I heard him unzip his pants.

My mouth was open before he had to command it and I was rewarded with his hot cock in my mouth. He let me suck him for a couple of minutes which calmed me down. Then he pulled out saying it was time for "phase 2," whatever the hell that meant. I could sense JR back away from me and then I heard his zipper again. I didn't understand why he didn't let me finish him or how he could have stuffed his hard cock back into his pants. I heard him walking out of the room leaving me alone in darkness bound to his bed frame. All I could do was wonder what he had planned for me and curse the low speed vibrator teasing me.

Fortunately I didn't have to wait long. Unfortunately it wasn't JR who returned to the room. It was Jenna. She was giggling like she was drunk and I think she might have bounced into some furniture as she walked around the room. I guess she needed some liquid courage. All I could remember about her was her fantasy about having ten guys fuck her. But how did that involve me? She was slurring her words as she thanked me for helping make her dreams come true. I still didn't understand but it sounded like she was undressing. I could tell she had moved in front of me. I didn't connect the dots that she was standing in exactly the same position JR had been when I blew him. I didn't figure that out until I felt her pussy being pushed against my mouth.

"That's right baby," she slurred seductively. "Lick my pussy. Make me good and wet for the boys."

I was completely caught up in the feeling of lost control as she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth up and down her increasingly wet slit. I didn't have a choice in the matter. She was going to use me for her pleasure. And I loved it. She rode my face rubbing herself up and down and then told me to suck her clit. She positioned herself so I could get a good grip with my mouth as I sucked her sensitive little nub for all I was worth. After about a minute of earnest attention she began rubbing up and down my face again. Then she stopped and had me suck her clit some more. Over and over this repeated until she finally climaxed. Was it my lack of experience or her blood alcohol level that made her take so long to cum? I don't know, but she didn't seem too happy with my performance. But she was ready to fuck. That much was sure.

I heard her call out, "OK JR, you're first" and then could feel the bed move as she climbed on. For the second time in about 10 minutes I felt JR's wonderful cock invade my mouth. He didn't stay long however. Once he was hard he popped out of my mouth and again I felt the bed move.

"Where's your condom," I heard Jenna ask. She must have been satisfied with the answer because soon the bed was rocking with a distinctive motion and the room was filled with the sound of her lusts. The footboard of the bed kept banging into me as JR savagely fucked her. I certainly knew what that felt like and of course that's all I wanted right then. But Jenna was the object of his affection and apparently although she had trouble cumming on my face, she did not suffer from the same problem with JR's cock inside of her for orgasm number two. And three. Then four. Each one came in rapid succession. My face burned with jealousy, but I knew better than to express my displeasure that JR was fucking another woman in my presence. Finally with a loud grunt from JR, the motion on the bed stopped. About 20 seconds later I heard giggling and could tell somebody got off the bed. I assumed it was JR.

It sounded like he was putting his pants on and then I heard the door open and close again. No words were said but I heard another zipper and the sound of pants hitting the floor. Then without ceremony a semi-hard cock pushed against my lips. I immediately opened and took it in. This became something of a habit. I'd take a not-quite-ready-for-prime-time cock and bring it to life. The owner would then fuck Jenna. Her lustful moans drove my arousal ever higher and the banging of the bed against my back confirmed that she was getting the attention I was dreaming of receiving myself. But all I had was an underpowered vibrator taped inside my pussy to drive me wild and a quality assortment of cocks I never had in my mouth long enough to make cum.

I guess I should give her credit. She made sure each guy had a condom. She didn't cum with each guy, but she did orgasm at least seven or eight times and she definitely broke her goal of ten guys. I lost track but I'd say she took on 15. When it was finally over and she was undoubtedly a fucked out slab of meat, she rolled off the bed and once again I was presented with her pussy to service. 




Tormented Trophy Wife Ch. 06



This time she didn't grind herself on my face. She seemed content to just have me lick her labia and nibble her clit. I guess she just wanted one more climax before the night was over. Of course I was more concerned with getting my first climax so I did my best to make her cum in hopes of being rewarded.

JR returned and I felt my arms being released from the cuffs, although he did not remove the blindfold. I was tempted to do it, but I figured if I played along he would fuck me. Instead I felt him wrap a collar around my neck and then heard the click of what I could only assume was a leash.

"Follow me on your hands and knees," he commanded and I obeyed.

I tried to remember the exact layout of the room as I blindly scampered behind him. He was tugging (not too hard) on my leash to spur me to move. I wondered if he was taking me to another room. Maybe he was tired from already having fucked Jenna. I'd never known him to give up that quickly and if he was too tired to fuck so were all the other guys she already fucked. I heard him say "careful" and then I felt the tread of the top of the stairs. I froze to the spot but another tug on the leash had me crawling down the stairs. I'm sure my ass made an appetizing display as I wiggled and slowly edged down the steps. 

I figured my destination was the living room and I was right. The loud din of partying college kids stopped as JR led me into what I perceived was the center of the room and had me stand up. Then he announced his intentions.

"Greetings friends," he began. "Tonight many of you helped Jenna fulfill a fantasy of hers. But many more of you were left out."

I quickly did the math in my head. If fifteen guys fucked Jenna and "many more" did not, that meant probably 30 guys were in this room. I was in trouble.

"For those who don't know, Jenna fucked the entire pledge class tonight and my sweet step-mom here..." 

God I hated when he called me step-mom. Especially given the fact that I was nearly naked (except my collar and bondage tape thong) in front of a roomful of strangers.

"Heather agreed to help Jenna's dream come true and now she is going to get her reward. Heather, please remove the tape. You may then pleasure yourself until you climax."

I was mortified. How could he expect me to do that? But the combination of a teasing vibrator and sucking so many virulent cocks had me horny beyond belief. JR knew exactly what I would do, which was to begin pulling off the tape, much to the appreciative assembly. Part of me was glad I could not see their faces. I'm sure more than a few had looks of disgust at how much of a tramp I could be when JR ordered it. But another part of me knew horny college boys loved every moment as I carefully retrieved the dastardly teasing vibrator.

I made a show of holding it up high. I knew from experience that my juices would reflect off the vibrator as I moved my arm in a circle so everyone could see it. I then turned it on high. I gasped when I returned the now super speed vibrator to my pussy. JR had not told me to kneel or put myself in a doggie position which would have been my preference, but I was too far gone to care. I began to fuck myself while standing up.

Soon my legs were getting wobbly and my moans were filling the room. The boys were cheering and I noticed the high pitched voices of several girls as well. I wondered if my new fans knew I had sucked every cock before Jenna fucked them. Did they know I ate Jenna to multiple orgasms? These and every other nasty thought you could think of were running through my brain. JR had said only he would have my pussy? Had he changed his mind? Would the group change his mind for him and just take me? A very real part of me was now dreaming of getting the Jenna treatment. Then the thought combining JR's restraint of me and having an unlimited supply of hard cock shot through my mind. Nasty thoughts and a high powered toy was all it took to get me on the short list for the massive orgasm JR had promised. I didn't want to wait in case he changed his mind so I pulled the glistening vibe out of my pussy (feeling very alone all of a sudden) and pressed it squarely on my clit. 

At the same time I grabbed my right nipple and pinched it hard. I'd learned that a little pain mixed very well with my pleasure and I was off like a rocket ship. I began to cum and I didn't stop. I saw rockets exploding through my conscious. I yelled. I screamed. I collapsed to the floor in a quivering puddle of slut. The audience roared. I was proud. I finally stopped shaking and stood back up. JR told me to take a bow. I curtsied. JR finally took off my blindfold.

I had to blink several times until my eyes adjusted to the light. What I saw was a room packed with college age kids. Maybe 25 guys and at least 10 girls. They all looked like they wanted to pounce on me. But JR was ruling the room and nobody made a move. At least nobody moved until Jenna came forward with a glass.

"I know you missed sucking the cum out of all those boys," she mused. If anyone didn't know I was a suck slut that night they did now. "So I saved it from the condoms for you. Don't worry, they didn't use spermicidal so you can taste their creamy goodness."

Jenna handed me a glass with the result of her 15 fucks. Man these boys could cum a lot, I remember thinking as there was a lot of jizz mixed together. JR commented that almost all the members contributed to the glass not just the ones who had been with Jenna.

I was overcome with lust at that moment thinking about his fraternity brothers having a circle jerk and passing the glass around for me. Why didn't JR just let them shoot their loads on my when I was tied to his bed? That would have been more fun and certainly less embarrassing than chugging and glass full of sperm in front of a crowd I just masturbated to orgasm for their pleasure. Of course humiliation was what JR was intending, but really I was beyond that. In the warm afterglow of my intense climax, I lifted the glass slowly and poured the cum into my mouth. I didn't do it like I was doing a shot. I went slow and turned around so everyone could see. JR probably promised his friends they would see a cum-gargling slut in exchange for their goo so that is exactly what I showed them.

I'd swallowed plenty of cum in my day so even though this was by far the biggest load I'd had at one time, I didn't gag. I savored almost every drop. I did allow a little to dribble out of the side of my mouth as if I was overflowing. (Parenthetically I thought maybe if I "wasted" some JR would punish me) The boys, expectedly, were very excited about my performance. The girls seemed more horrified as a group, except for Jenna who looked like she wished she could have drunk the cum cocktail. In fact, when I was done, she walked over and gave me a deep French kiss grabbing a taste for herself.

I was ready for my own gangbang at that point, but instead JR took hold of my leash again and I crawled behind him to the door. I submissively followed him through the door and into the chilly night air. I didn't care that I was naked as he escorted me to my car. I'm sure the members were watching through the windows and probably a few other people noticed JR's naked crawling pet, but if they did, I couldn't tell. I was 100% focused on following his feet until we reached my car and he opened the door for me allowing me to sit down in the driver's seat.

"I'll be over soon to fuck you like I promised," JR told me with an authoritative tone. "I'd be careful to drive the speed limit and not run any lights because I'm not giving you your clothes back. I'll bring them with your purse when I come over to collect payment for setting this up for you."

He shut the door before I could comment and walked back to the house. I realized not only was I naked, but my driver's license was in my purse. I thought about going back into the house, but then I realized JR always had a plan for me and for some reason he wanted me driving naked. Maybe he had friends on the campus police who were waiting to "catch" me driving without a license and would take me into custody. Maybe they would use harsh interrogation methods to find out who I was since I had no ID. Of course the interrogation would end with me handcuffed, spread across a metal table and fucked by the detectives.

I'm not sure where that vision came from but it was enough to arouse me to the point that I had to make myself cum again before I began driving home. My naked state meant I had no problems letting my fingers do the walking along my clit and massaging and pinching my nipples. It didn't take long before I felt the first glorious pangs of an orgasm begin to build. Soon I was thrashing about in the front seat as another whopper raced through my body. I struggled to catch my breath and calm down. I wanted to keep playing with myself and continue to cum, but I knew I had to get home and prepare for JR's arrival.

That was easier said than done because apart from not being pulled over by the police my main concern was finding a quiet spot to pull over and masturbate again. Somehow I managed to contain my lust long enough to get home, but once in the security of my garage I had to finger myself to a succession of three quick orgasms. Being tied up and "forced" to suck cock tore something loose in my psyche. My brain was getting accustomed to getting fucked that way and although my fingers were no substitute for JR's cock, they were good enough to quickly get me off. The knowledge that JR would be here any minute to ram me didn't hurt.

After my third quick climax, I peeled myself off the leather seats and went inside. I didn't bother putting on lingerie as I usually did or bother to fix my hair. Looking at myself in the hall mirror I looked just like I felt. I was a happy well used slut right then and I was about to get what I'd been fantasizing about (JR's cock) for a couple of hours. I simply knelt down, the floor being much tougher on my knees than the pillow in JR's room, cupped my breasts as I had been taught and waited.

I was rubbing my nipple together which kept my juices flowing. No doubt JR would find my arousal level satisfactory. I'm sure he would be upset that I came 4 times without his permission but what did he expect? You can't just wind a girl up and not expect that she would lose control. 

A few minutes later I heard the garage door opening. At least he didn't keep me waiting long. To my surprise, or maybe it wasn't, JR was not alone. His friend and roommate Eric was with him. I assume I already sucked Eric's cock since he had been playing with Jenna, but I wasn't sure. They didn't keep me waiting. They had me crawl in front of them to the living room so they could watch my ass. I gave them a seductive wiggle for their trouble.

JR was correct that his was the only cock I would get in my pussy that night, but don't feel bad for Eric. Once he was situated on the couch I sucked him off like a woman possessed while JR pummeled my pussy from behind. Eric shot two loads of his creamy goodness down my throat while I was cumming almost continually from the pounding JR was giving me. He was alternating between spanking my ass and fingering my clit. He also gave Eric instructions to reach down and pinch my nipples as hard as he chose. I was in heaven. Finally JR pulled out. I knew the night was over when he did his best porn star impersonation, pulled my head off Eric's cock and sprayed his cum on my face in what would have been an award winning facial if we had captured it for an amateur porn video. Eric seemed inspired by JR's actions to begin furiously stroking his cock to get one more load out of his well used tool, presumably to join JR's pasting of my face. He looked like he was in pain. I should have told him I was happy to take his load any time and to wait a while, but he was determined and eventually gave me a final little squirt of juice.

Eric ended up spending the night in the guest bedroom so after I was done with JR's alarm clock duties I was ordered to wake Eric the same way. He even gave me a short fucking after I sucked him hard. Both boys went off to school with smiles on their faces.

JR didn't come home Thursday night which surprised me. It also disappointed me more than a little bit. With his dad out of town I figured he (and now Eric or his other fraternity brothers) would be all over me. Thursday night I had to resort to using my vibrator before I could get to sleep. My pussy was aching with need and my young stud was not there to provide for me. 

Out of habit I woke up early on Friday and got dressed in a sexy little nothing and went to JR's bedroom before I remembered he wasn't there. I was starting to feel depressed. I decided to have a spa day to cheer myself up. I went to a local place I enjoyed and had a message, manicure, pedicure and a facial. (The skin treatment kind not what you were thinking)

I arrived back at home about 2pm. There was an envelope on the kitchen table which had not been there before I left. I hurriedly opened it. There was a laser printed letter. It wasn't signed and there were no identifying marks. It instructed me to be at the Hilton Garden Inn near our house at 8pm. It said to dress in the same black cocktail dress I had worn to the fraternity party. I was to go to the front desk and there would be a message for me with further instructions. The letter said the writer knew what I wanted last Wednesday and I would be receiving it tonight. I knew the note was from JR but it excited me to receive an anonymous letter instructing me to show up to a hotel to be gangbanged. 

The closing comment was that I was not to orgasm before going to the hotel. The writer claimed to be able to tell if I disobeyed. There was a threat of severe punishment if I came too soon without permission. Of course all that did was make me soak my panties. I'd also been craving the punishing touch of JR's hand so the decision to masturbate was an easy one. In fact I lost track of home many times I came on my dildo before I peeled myself off my bed at 6pm to shower and get ready. I felt like a complete and absolute slut walking into the lobby of the hotel two hours later ready to spread my legs wide for a group of ten or more horny college boys. I asked the desk clerk if there were any messages for me and he handed over a similar envelope to the one found on my table at home. This one had my name typed on it. I sat down on a lobby chair and nervously tore the envelope open. My hands were shaking as I read the letter. It was definitely not what I was expecting.