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Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 01

By: SylviaG



"What are you doing?" I asked.

I felt his tongue slip into my pussy. He started sucking.

"God stop that!"

He groaned and sucked harder until I forced his head away.

"Go on let me clean you out," he panted.

"No it's gross. Stop it now!" I hissed.

"Go on Amanda."

"Christ we've just had sex, and you want to...."

He came up from below the sheets. I could see his face moist with juice from our first fuck as husband and wife.

"Its sick I don't want you doing that."

I went to the bathroom of our hotel suite. I sat on the loo. Our honeymoon night and I was wondering if I had married the wrong man!

4 months later he asked me if I would tease him. He wanted me to humiliate him. He asked if I would pretend I had a lover. He wanted me to bitch at him about his lack of prowess in bed. He said it would turn him on if I told him I wanted to sleep around. He spent the night on the couch!

3 months after that he asked me if I fancied anyone else! And if I did would I do anything about it? His cock was in me as he asked me this. I just kept quiet hoping he would finish and shoot as soon as possible. I slapped his face and he went to the spare room.

Now I'm not a prude, but I was beginning to wonder how long we were likely to last. I know some men love the sorts of things my husband goes on about. I just didn't know HE liked them!

His ex-wife had told me that we wouldn't last. She said I wouldn't be able to cope with his kinky games. At the time I thought she was trying to split us up so I ignored it. Although they had split up 3 months before I met Jeff, his ex was telling everyone that he would have gone back to her, and it was me who wouldn't let them have a second chance. All this was nonsense, because I asked Jeff and he told me he never wanted to go back to her. Now what complicated things was their son. I was painted as the nasty lady, and she wouldn't let Marcus anywhere near his father while I was around.

Jeff and I met when I was 20, at that time I had just split up from a 2 year relationship. Within 4 months of dating Jeff we got married. A short time I know but everything seemed right. Jeff was older than me at 37, but he was kind and we seemed to get on fine. The age thing wasn't really an issue at the time; even though several friends told me not to marry him, I wouldn't be swayed. His mother objected quite strongly at first, but she soon realised I was determined. Although now maybe she was right!

We got passed our first wedding anniversary, but by that time I was thinking about a divorce. Then I had a phone call quite out of the blue. It was Hazel his ex.

"So you made it past the first year then?" she snapped.

"What do you want?" I replied tentatively.

"I just want my husband back where he belongs."

"He's my husband. He doesn't want you," I said angrily.

"Oh is it true you wouldn't let him lick you on your wedding night?"

I slammed the phone down shaking with rage and shock. He must have told her that. I had never told anyone. Why would he tell her?

I put the itemised phone bill down. There it was in black and white, the times and duration of his calls. 18 calls in a month, the longest was just under an hour! He confessed to everything that night. He sobbed and apologised. We spent the next few nights in separate beds. I just ignored him all the time we were at home. We muddled through for the next couple of months, but I was sure our marriage was over. Jeff was now acting like nothing was wrong. I had let him back into my bed. We hadn't had sex for a few months, and after a night out where I got quite drunk, he was between my legs. I couldn't pretend anymore. I had no respect for my husband.

"God you are good shag!" he groaned.

That was it! I snapped.

"Better than Hazel?" I spat.

He looked down at me, and he began pumping harder! I couldn't believe it, my question was supposed to hurt him. 

"Stop, for god sake, stop!" I screeched.

He just kept fucking me. His mouth dropped open and he began to breathe harder.

"I want a divorce!" I screamed.

He just stopped and looked down in bewilderment.

He moved out into a rented flat 2 weeks later, and my life was my own again. With hindsight marrying Jeff had been a mistake. Perhaps I should have listened to those that had told me so before. He said I could have the house as it was my mothers anyway. She had left it to me in her will. I sorted out the divorce 2 months later, and Jeff told me he would sign. He had changed. I suppose this was to be expected. But he missed work and let himself go. I tried to talk to him but he told me to keep away from him, understandable due to what had happened. Even though we were getting a divorce I still cared about him.

One night I was at home and answered the door to the police. I rushed to hospital. Jeff had been in an accident and was in bad shape. His car had skidded off the road, and he had been drinking, heavily.

After a few days he came round and I visited him in hospital. I had tears in my eyes as I looked at the tubes and cables that he had all over his body. I sat crying in his room. When he opened his eyes he looked at me. 

"What do you want? I'll sign the divorce papers when I can move my arm."

"I've put the divorce on hold, don't worry about that," I said, as tears ran down my face.

"Why do you think I'll leave you something in my will?"

I was asked to leave by a nurse, as I was upsetting the patient.

After 2 months in hospital he had to leave. He couldn't walk, and according the doctor it would take 6 months or longer before he could start trying. I realised he couldn't manage on his own, and the only thing that seemed realistic was to let him back with me. I knew it would be difficult for us both, but I couldn't stand the thought of him struggling in his flat.

So there I was 22 years old and looking after my husband. Jeff was 39 now and I hoped we could get through living together until he was able to walk.

I had converted the dining room into a bedroom for Jeff, with a portable telly that he could watch when he wasn't in the lounge. 

From time to time when I changed him he would get an erection. This was due to the pills he had to take so the doctor said. I would ignore it as best as I could, but I think he seemed to make it more obvious when he had one. Then I started finding wet and soggy tissues in his bin. I knew what it was but I just turned a blind eye.

His attitude had changed to. He would call to me and ask for things more and more. He knew he was starting to annoy me, and just a month into him being back I snapped.

"So are you dating anyone yet?" he asked, as I changed his bedding.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I just haven't that's all," I answered.

"You've had your hair done. I bet people have noticed. Mum said you seemed to be making more of an effort."

"Oh did she now?" I said indignantly. 

"You know it's OK if you want to. I bet you've had offers."

"Jeff I'm not going to start dating anyone yet."

"Its OK you can bring him back here."

I had to stop myself from having a go at him.

"What about that boss of yours? I know he fancies you, and you said he was cute."

"I didn't mean like that, anyway he is dating Rita."

"I thought he was going out with Jill?"

"They split up," I said, getting more and more annoyed.

"God is he working his way round all the waitresses?"

I shook my head and sighed heavily exasperated with Jeff's constant questions.

"Well he'll probably manage to fit you in." 

"For the last time I am not seeing him, I'm not seeing anyone!" I screeched, and stormed out.

Don had asked me out since he found out I was divorcing Jeff. I had considered it seriously, but it seemed each time I refused him he asked someone else. I knew of his dates with the girls at the restaurant, they had told me, but they wouldn't tell me why they only dated him once or twice. Even so when he asked me out he told me I was his favourite, and he wanted a lasting relationship with me. I did fancy him and maybe I thought I should just start going out with him. But at the moment I wanted to let the dust settle between Jeff and me. 

I picked up Jeff's son Marcus from the station. We hadn't met before his mother wouldn't let us.

I stopped the car a mile from home.

"Marcus we have to get on, it'll help your father."

I got a frosty glare from the 19 year old.

"Look I know you probably blame me, but I didn't split your father and your mother up."

"That's different to her story. Anyway he's to blame as much as you. God I don't know why I agreed to this," he mumbled.

"To help your father," I suggested.

"Why? He's a cripple now," he groaned.

"He's not, he'll walk again. Don't you care about that? Won't you help him?"

"If he can't help himself then why should I care? He's weak, weak in the head, God he just as well be dead."

I put my hand to my mouth as he felt his stinging cheek.

"Oh my god I'm sorry!" I gasped.

He just looked at me with a real hard stare.

"No you are probably right. I deserved that, but he has to help himself."

"I know," I agreed.

I left them to talk for a while; it wasn't long before I heard raised voices. I burst into the room and there was Jeff in tears.

"What have you said Marcus?" I asked angrily.

He just stared at me then brushed passed me on his way out.

I helped Jeff back into bed, and gave him a pain killer.

"He is right I'm a cripple."

I left him sobbing.

"Why did you say that?" I hissed lowering my voice.

"Sorry he is just so useless. He asked me to help him into bed."

"Well why couldn't you?" I groaned in exasperation.

Marcus was staying with us for two weeks, and by the end of the first things had calmed down a little. We ate tea at the table with Jeff in his wheelchair. He looked like a small kid. I had to cut his food up for him due to his arm still being useless, it was on the mend though, despite his legs being no further on.

"I can't eat all this," Jeff said.

"Well you had better eat all your cabbage or mummy will get cross," Marcus teased.

I looked at Marcus for a split second I didn't know what to say. Then I just burst out laughing. Jeff started chuckling too. God it was nice to break the ice a little. It was the first time Jeff had giggled since I had got him out of hospital. It seemed to help the situation between Marcus and me too, and he helped me wash up for the first time.

Jeff spent the last of the evening out in the garden in his wheelchair. It gave Marcus and me a chance to chat. 

"Oh god it's raining!" I shrieked.

"So he'll get himself in."

"Marcus he can't get himself up the slope," I moaned.

"No leave him for a minute. Let him try."

It wasn't his words that shocked me, but the fact that he had grabbed my shoulders. He now stood behind me gripping my shoulders lightly, but firmly.

"He'll get soaked," I mumbled, feeling Marcus holding me back.

"That is his incentive to get in, that's what they tell us in the army. No matter what position you are in, you can always find some incentive to get out of it."

I could feel Marcus's breath on my neck. He wasn't aware I'm sure, but I had a strange feeling, Goosebumps, all over my neck and down my shoulders. I knew I should move away but I didn't. I just stood there looking out of the window at my husband. He was struggling hard.

"Marcus, we ought...." I whimpered.

"Ought to what?" he whispered in my ear.

As I watched Jeff struggle I had a strange feeling deep inside of me. 

"What if he tips over?" I mumbled.

"Then we get him."

He handed me my white wine. My fingers trembled as I took the glass.

"It's exciting when things are out of control," Marcus mumbled.

"What do you mean?" I asked slowly.

"I know he has upset you in the past he told me so. What if you didn't help him? What if you just watched?"

I felt his hand gently rub my shoulder.

"If you had to leave something you enjoyed doing, like drinking your wine. Why don't you help him when you have finished it?"

"Marcus I can't it's nearly half a glass," I said, licking my lips.

"He hasn't shouted yet. So leave him."

"No!" I said in shock.

Marcus took my hand and sat me down on the sofa. I didn't know what had come over me. I was letting Jeff struggle outside. His son was urging me to leave him there! I looked at Marcus feeling myself blush.

"Amanda!" Jeff called.

I went to get up but Marcus stopped me.

"He, he's getting soaked," I whimpered.

"Finish your wine let him try harder."

I took a gulp and coughed, as Jeff called my name again. I felt damp between my legs. This was absurd; I was feeling horny just because Marcus was stopping me getting Jeff out of the rain!

The back door crashed open, and I jumped.

"Didn't you hear me call?"

For a second I didn't know how to react. He looked soaked to the skin. Jeff's eyes dropped to my wine glass as it slipped to the floor. I just sat there opened mouthed.

"I'll clean that up you sort dad out."

Marcus's words kicked me into life. I pushed Jeff to his room and started stripping him off. I just felt his eyes on me the whole time. 

"You heard me calling didn't you?"

I stopped unbuttoning his shirt.

"No," I said vacantly.

"You did," he mumbled.

Then I saw it. Jeff had an erection! I went back to undoing his shirt feeling the dampness between my legs!

From my bedroom window that night I looked down on the slope that Jeff struggled to get up. I felt my hand slip into my panties. I began rubbing my clit thinking of him. Somewhere in my mind I hoped he was still there hours later, still trying to get up. He would be soaked through to the skin, and the rain mixing with the tears on his face would sting. He would be close to exhaustion, but he would keep trying. He would look up to the bedroom window. His incentive would be to stop his son groping his wife's tits. I would lean back into Marcus. His lips would be kissing my neck after he had swept my blonde hair back. I would down the last of my wine, and then I would smile down arrogantly at my husband. I would slowly close the curtains as he cried out. He would see the light go out in what used to be our bedroom. He would know his son was in me now from the screams coming from up above. With one last effort he would make it up the slope, sobbing pathetically. Now he was at the door he would have gained strength and resolve. I would be lustfully calling out his son's name over and over. My husband would be going to teach both of us a lesson now. His slut of a wife, and his perverted son!

He could hear her screaming, "MARCUS, OH MARCUS, I'M COMING!"

No he would stop this. He had too!

He began crying again in the rain which was bouncing off the patio even harder. He was defeated. The bitch had locked him out!

I don't know how I could have had those thoughts, I mean what I had dreamed of doing was cruel. I know it was just a fantasy but I was the girl who cried her eyes out when Jeff ran over a rabbit last summer! But somewhere I had become so aroused to the point where I felt sick with myself. Was this what he wanted? Well I suppose not. He wanted me to tease and dominate him. But if I told him I would lock him out in the rain all night long, while his son and I had sex he would have gone mad, wouldn't he?

I stood looking at my body the next morning. 5'8", slim, with good legs, firm C cup breasts and a pretty face that made me look younger than my 22 years. My blonde hair is cut in a bob style. I looked away from the mirror. People often thought I was Jeff's daughter, and now I was getting ready to take his son out for a drink! I didn't want to go, but Jeff had pushed me to go with Marcus and his army friends. If he knew about the fantasy I had imagined last night, I'm sure he would have had a fit! 

Jeff insisted I went out with his son that night. Marcus seemed keen too. Eventually I caved in.

I walked down the stairs and felt a little more into going out. I hadn't been for a drink since Jeff's accident.

"Oh god you are not wearing that are you?"

I looked at Marcus shocked a little. 

"Go put on that denim skirt I bought you last Christmas."

My eyes moved to Jeff. Then back to Marcus as he spoke again.

"You look like you are going to afternoon tea with a granny."

I saw an amused grin between the two men.

"God flowerily print skirts went out years ago," Jeff sniggered.

"I think mum had curtains that look like that," Marcus added.

I felt a little silly because of their comments. I never really took much interest in fashion, apart from wearing high heels.

"Go on I'm not going out with Scary Mary," Marcus chuckled.

I couldn't help thinking Jeff was getting a thrill out of this. Sending me out in a skirt that only reached to mid thigh. But he couldn't be that perverted surely? I mean he wouldn't send me out with 4 young soldiers, (one of them being his son), and get some sort of thrill out of it?

"That's better," Jeff said with a glance at my legs.

I looked to Marcus for approval.

He looked at my black stiletto court shoes with a 3 inch heel, up my honey coloured tights to the tight denim miniskirt, and the tight black jumper.

He sniffed and nodded.

"Yeah that's better," he said casually.

I still felt a little self conscious. But I decided it was me getting things all confused. But even so I was going out with my husband's son, who was only a couple of year's young than me. I mean people might think WE were together.

After the first hour I had calmed down a bit. As the night went on my refusing drinks was ignored. Even so I felt happy to be out away from all my troubles. The guys treated me well and we had a good time. As I came back from the loo in the 4th pub we had gone into, I heard Dave and Gerry talking about me. I stood by the pillar just behind them. One of them said I looked hot, the other said I was a MILF whatever that was. An hour later we walked up the road, by this time I felt quite drunk and Marcus grabbed my hand. I thought it was nice of him to help me. We got to the next pub and it was then for some reason my question had them choking on beer and chuckling.

"What's a MILIFILY?" I asked drunkenly. 

Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 02



Dave and Gerry just looked shocked, Marcus and Andy chuckled.

My head was spinning, and I really didn't understand why they all found my question so amusing. I never did get a reply.

The last pub we went into had a disco, and despite my protests I was soon on the dance floor. The boys took turns dancing with me, and to be honest I didn't mind the people bumping into me and pushing me against the guys. I'm sure I felt a hand touch my backside, but I was so drunk I didn't care. They played a slow song, and Marcus persuaded me to dance with him. By this time I was swaying a lot, and I seemed to end up grabbing him round the neck. I rested my head on his shoulder, purely because I was feeling drunk. He didn't seem to mind though. As the dance finished he went off to the loo. When we finally got a taxi home I ended up sitting on someone's lap, with my legs stretched across the other two. It wasn't until we were nearly home, that I realised my short skirt had twisted up my thighs. We were all laughing, and now and then I felt someone stroking my leg. Marcus opened the door and I shuffled over the guys laps, by the time my feet hit the ground my hem had slipped up to my hips. I tried my best to keep myself respectable, but I'm sure Marcus had seen my panties under my tights! Marcus helped me to the bathroom and I was sick everywhere. 

"Are you OK to get yourself to bed?"

I gave him a drunken grin.

"Yeah."

We stumbled and fell against Jeff's door. It suddenly reminded me that he was there.

"Amanda." I heard from the behind the door.

"I better see what he wants," I sniffed. 

I stumbled into the room, and I slumped down on his bed.

"God Amanda, are you that drunk?"

"Yes, but I have, have had a good time. I've just come to say goodnight. Goodnight" I slurred, and then giggled.

"Who has Marcus brought back?"

"His army mates," I replied drunkenly.

I was suddenly aware of one of Jeff's hands high on my thigh.

"What are you, do, doing?"

"You had a good time then?"

His hand was now going up my skirt. I just swayed slightly watching it in the glow of the moonlight.

"You shouldn't be touching me like that," I groaned, feeling my head spin due to the booze.

"Why not?" Jeff breathed.

"Because I'm divorcing you," I said, with a drunken smirk.

I felt his fingers maul at my thigh. I looked back down to his hand. I could only see his wrist sticking out from under my skirt.

"Did you dance with, them?" 

I saw him lick his lips like he was thirsty or something.

"Yeah, and I had a smooch with Marc," I whispered, like it was some secret.

His hand had stopped rubbing my leg. To be honest I didn't really mind him touching me, or so I thought. But we were supposed to be getting a divorce, so perhaps he shouldn't.

"You danced a smooch with Marcus?" he said slowly, like some young kid learning to read.

"Well I was clinging to him really. I mean we had a goodnight, so I gave him a kiss. He said he would help me to bed if I wanted it," I rambled.

His hand began mauling my leg again. Only this time his fingers seemed to tremble a little.

"I think but I'm not sure, but I think I gave them all a kiss for taking me, me out, a kiss." 

I was beginning to think Jeff might be getting confused. I sure was and I was the one talking.

"Anyway you shouldn't be doing that I'm divorcing you. Now I'm going to bed if the boys will help me up the stair, stairs. I said they could stay the night, all of them. Are you OK? You are, are shaking? Oh what is a MILIFFY or something? Two of the guys said I was, one."

"Yeah," he panted.

I pushed his hand out from under my skirt. I got drunkenly to my feet.

"Now somewhere around here, here, I had a British army. I think they might get me to bed don't you?" 

I hiccupped and burped, and then giggled. Then I stumbled to the door.

"Sweet dreams Jeff."

He panted something I didn't know what.

"Marcus, take me up to bed?" I mumbled, as I closed Jeff's door.

It was lunchtime before I surfaced. I had gone to bed and puked again, just making it to the bathroom in time. I vaguely remember talking to Jeff. I hope he wasn't too upset with me. As the day wore on I found myself becoming more aware of the night before. Jeff was hardily speaking to me. Marcus had gone out shortly after I got up. 

"Look about last night. I, I think I said some things, that, you may have misinterpreted."

He wheeled himself away. I caught up with him, and spun the wheelchair around.

"Look nothing happened. You got the wrong end of the stick."

I could see my sort of apology was stumbling before he gave me a chance. My head was still hurting from the remains of the hangover.

"Jeff! Nothing happened, well apart from you groping up my skirt!" I snapped, and then rushed upstairs.

That night things became clearer. I felt so embarrassed, even though Marcus seemed to laugh it off. But it was Jeff that wouldn't let me forget. I was glad to get back to work the next day.

Jeff and Marcus seemed to be happy when I got home; I too seemed to have been forgiven. I dished up the tea and felt a hand on my backside.

"You OK?"

I twisted away from Jeff's hand and gave him a hard stare.

"Don't touch me like that," I hissed in a low voice.

"Sorry, I just forgot," he replied, looking quite embarrassed.

He spun his wheelchair around and went into the lounge. I stared at the plates for awhile. He was acting like we were still together. I just hoped he realised that I was still divorcing him. Maybe it was my fault, but I was caught between trying to make him better and nursing him, and still needing my freedom. After tea we watched a comedy film. It had Marcus and I laughing but Jeff didn't seem to find it as funny. Maybe it was something to do with our age gap? I noticed how Jeff would seem to be watching his son and me. It dawned on me after a while. I had cuddled into Marcus on the couch. It wasn't a lovers cuddled by any means, but Marcus had his arm around my shoulder. I looked up at Marcus but he was chuckling at the film. I honestly don't think he knew he was cuddling his father's wife! I looked across at Jeff I could see his discomfort, but for some reason I didn't care. I realised too my hand was on Marcus's chest. Marcus was still engrossed in the movie, but now I was more interested in the audience of one that I had! Maybe it was because of Jeff's wandering hand earlier, I don't know, but I wanted him to feel embarrassed. I pulled my legs up letting them rest against Marcus's thigh. He seemed oblivious to this but his father wasn't!

"Why don't you put the kettle on if you are not enjoying the film?"

Jeff looked a little shocked. He shuffled around pulling the blanket on his lap. He wheeled himself in front of us.

"Dad!" Marcus said miffed.

"Hurry up Jeff you are in our way," I said, staring straight at him.

He took a last look at my hand resting on his son's thigh, and then went into the kitchen. I'm sure he could hear us laughing at the film. God knows what he was now thinking. I heard the kettle boil and went to finish the drinks.

The next day I was off work and getting some sun in the garden. I wore tight pink shorts with my red bikini top. Marcus had just gone out for the day and I put off changing until he left. Jeff was never one for the sun so he stayed in doors. I lay down on the blanket and as I opened the sun cream I heard Marcus. I felt quite embarrassed. He explained he had missed the bus and would wait for the next one. We had a short conversation, but after it he wouldn't take no for an answer. I lay on my stomach, and he began rubbing the cream into my legs. It wasn't long before I had a relaxed feeling, as his fingers stroked over my body.

"Marcus!" I hissed, in shock.

I had felt him undo the clasp of my bikini top and he pushed the band off my back!

"God relax you don't want tan lines do you?" he said, with a chuckle.

"No but your father, I mean you shouldn't be doing this," I stuttered.

"God why not, I'm only rubbing sun cream in?"

I felt his fingers run over my back. I tried to relax but it was difficult.

"Anyway it'll give the old man a thrill."

"What!" I whispered frantically.

I was lost for words as he giggled. His hands slipped over my shoulders and down my back. I wanted him to stop, but then again, I didn't!

"He's looking at us," Marcus whispered.

I froze.

"Don't worry about it, I bet he's getting a thrill watching me do this. Turn over and I'll do your front."

"No!" I shrieked.

"Don't worry I'm only joking. You know if you hadn't have married dad, I would have hit on you."

I was caught in my fantasy of the other night. Marcus had my head spinning with his revelation about fancying me. I didn't know how to respond, I wanted to laugh and treat it as a joke, but I had a wet feeling between my legs!

"Is he still watching?" I asked with a gulp.

I heard Marcus smirk. Then his head appeared close to mine.

"Oh yeah he's watching alright."

I felt a kiss on my cheek. Again I froze thinking of Jeff. He would have seen his son whisper something to me. Then he would have witnessed Marcus kiss me. The fact that I hadn't moved, must have indicated to Jeff that I had enjoyed it, or I was expecting his son to do it!

Marcus went into town and I sunbathed for a couple of hours. To be honest I didn't want to face Jeff. I could imagine him yelling at me. But if he was going to do that, he could have wheeled his chair out onto the patio. 

When I went back into the house to cool off Jeff had gone to his room. I knew he had been watching me for most of the time that I was in the garden. It gave me a sort of nervous thrill. At one point I rolled over on purpose leaving my top on the ground. I knew he was watching me still. My firm breasts would now be exposed to him. I bet he got excited. Especially when I rubbed cream into them! 

I really wasn't sure about my feelings now. As I walked silently passed Jeff's door I heard him gasping. I knew what he was doing, but I felt strange. If he had been doing that a short while ago, I would have been outraged. Now the thought of him masturbating over me felt a little erotic! I moved up the stairs at odds with myself. After what Marcus had done with the sun cream I couldn't get him out of my head. I took a cool shower to try and calm myself down. It didn't work. I imagined Marcus joining me under the cool running water, he would be down between my legs, his tongue giving me pleasure like I used to have with Nigel, my ex boyfriend. But it was Marcus I focused on. I slowly pulled back the shower curtain. I would moan on my stepson's tongue. I would stare right into Jeff's eyes, as he looked up pathetically from the wheelchair. I would grin mocking him for being such a pervert as I toyed with my hard nipple. This of course made no sense, as I was enjoying his son's tongue at the time! Marcus would finish me off to an earth shattering climax, and as I grabbed the shower curtain it would spring out of the plastic clips. Marcus would help me out of the shower and I would pull the plastic shower curtain over my husband's head. I would grip it tighter and tighter around his neck, until his hand that was pumping hard on his cock stopped. Marcus and I would hug, just watching my husbands cock leak cum. This would be the last thing my husband ever did!

I sat crying on the bed again, how the hell could such a cruel thing turn me on? 

I made various excuses for the way I was feeling. I wanted a divorce and at the moment I was tied to Jeff. Another excuse was that, it was his fault, and if he wanted me to humiliate him, then I would bloody well hurt him! Each time I tried to make these excuses I just had visions of Jeff laughing at me. I grabbed the divorce papers and ran down the stairs. I was mad at him for getting drunk and having his accident. By the time I reached the last stair, I was convinced he had crashed his car on purpose!

I stopped when I heard Jeff's voice. My trembling fingers covered my mouth. God Marcus had returned, but I hadn't heard him come in. Then I noticed the phone cable was trailing under his door.

"Oh mistress, was he better than me? Oh yeah he always is!" 

I traced the cable along, and under the coat stand. I yanked hard and stood with the plug in my hand.

God was he going to get shit now! I kicked open Jeff's door and stopped. The phone was on the hook way out of his reach, and he was in bed.

"Jesus Amanda, what the fuck!" 

I shook my head, and backtracked out of the room. I went back up stairs slowly. I could hear Jeff calling me from his room. But my mind had blurred his voice as if he was miles away. I sat on the bed and tears fell again. At first they were tears of shock, and then tears of anger. The tears of shock were because he had a pair of my dirty black panties on his face. I can remember them being on top of the laundry basket, the doorbell went and distracted me. I loaded the washing machine and never missed them. The tears of anger, because I couldn't believe he was so perverted. 

"Well if that's what he wants then that's what he is going to get!" I grizzled under my breath.

I sat there for the next hour plotting my revenge. I now wanted to torment, dominate, and humiliate him, until he got on his hands and knees, and crawled on his pathetic body right out of my house! 

I phoned Marcus on his mobile phone. After a 5 minute chat I got dressed and went downstairs. I walked into Jeff's room I could see he had been crying. His eyes rolled up to my breasts. He could see my nipples making two very visible bumps in my tight yellow blouse. I had on one of my knee length black waitress skirt. I had pulled it up and rolled the waistband over 3 times, so it was 5 inches off my knees. I wore black tights, and black court shoes with a 3 ½ inch heel. 

"Amanda I'm sorry. Please give me a chance to explain. I was, just..."

"Just sniffing my dirty panties," I said nonchalantly. 

He looked at me even more worried than before.

"I'm going into town, try and keep your hands off my underwear while I'm gone."

He looked down ashamed of himself.

"Now is there anything you want before I go?" 

"Just a drink of juice, or something, please," he replied sheepishly.

I ignored the quick glance at my legs. I returned to the room with the orange juice. I took a sip as I stood in the doorway.

"Oh that's nice," I said, and took another sip.

I sat on the bed crossing my legs. I took another sip and then another. I had drunk nearly half the juice. Jeff's eyes flicked from my thighs (just a few inches from his hand), to my heaving breasts, then to the juice. He licked his lips and grinned uneasily.

"Are you going to save me some?" he chuckled nervously.

I just looked him in the eye with a real merciless stare, and swallowed all but 2 inches of the orange juice!

"Sit up," I said, without answering him.

I moved up the bed and started to fluff his pillows up behind him. I could feel his hot breath on my bare cleavage just inches from his face. As I straightened up I could see his eyes had been focused between my tits. His face looked red and he swallowed hard. I picked up the glass of juice from the bedside cabinet and took another swig. I watched his eyes which looked on in disbelief. I put the glass down quite far away from him on the cabinet. His eyes looked questioningly at me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked slowly, rubbing a finger innocently down my cleavage.

He was torn between watching me and answering the question. He couldn't manage both, as his mind was already full of questions about his teasing wife! I stood waiting for him. He didn't speak but he reached for the glass, as if to show how far out of his reach it was. Before he stretched enough to grasp it he watched my hand come into view. His motions stop as I slid the glass further away from him. He gasped and looked up in bewilderment at me. I just returned his stare and raised an eyebrow.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked, in a slow deliberate tone.

He couldn't answer again. His mind must have been so confused with what I was doing. 

"Good, I thought not," I said, in a soft purr.

I walked to the door then looked back at him. His eyes were all over my body. I waited until we made eye contact, and then I just gave him a superior grin, and then left. I could see the curtain twitch slightly as I walked down the pavement. Jeff's bed was against the window so he could look out onto the road when he got bored. I grinned to myself as I walked past the wall and out of his sight. Now I could pull my skirt down to its proper length. I straightened it down hoping I hadn't creased it too much. I began to do up my blouse. I chuckled to myself then left the two buttons undone. What the hell I was soon to be divorced, and if someone wanted to look at a little cleavage, so what. Besides I was more than a little bit damp in my panties!



Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 03



I met up with Marcus and we spent nearly two hours going in and out of shops. We ended up in the park, with a cream cake and a coffee. We talked about Jeff and me getting divorced, and his mother's reaction to our marriage. Marcus told me things that his mother had told him. To be honest I was quite shocked that she would tell her son intimate details about her sex life. But Marcus reckoned he pieced most of it together himself. He told me of the men she would bring home, and thinking their son was asleep, she would take the men to bed. Marcus said that he had heard his mother and her lover moaning and laughing at Jeff. It appeared Jeff was in the bedroom with them more often than not!

"Is that why you hate him so much?" I asked sympathetically.

"I suppose, but the time I heard her with one of dad's friends. She was crying, and he just waited outside the door playing with his. They had a blazing row and that's when she threw him out."

"But I don't understand why she still wants him back?"

Marcus chuckled.

"Because she can still control him, she wants nothing more than to split you two up. Then when she found out about the divorce she loved it."

"But that still doesn't make any sense. Why does she want him back?"

"I think she feeds off of him, because she needs the fire and the spark. She also knows she was financially secure with him. I've heard her on the phone talking down to him, just a few weeks ago."

He stopped speaking and looked at me.

"I know about the phone calls," I said, with a gulp.

"God you know I really want him to just piss off and leave her alone." 

I watched Marcus throw a stone into the lake. He tossed it with some force. 

"Has he ever asked you to sleep around?"

I couldn't answer him. But I'm sure my blushing cheeks said enough.

"I thought so, that's why I rubbed the cream in your back, to see what he would do. Did he say anything when I left?"

Another stone hit the water. I watched the ripples race out from the centre.

"No. What about the night it rained, and he was outside?"

He nodded, and then gave a knowing chuckle.

"He'll go back to mum you know. He always does."

I made Marcus tell me of the two women he had left her for. One was just for a couple of weeks, the other nearly two months. He could see how shocked I was, this was all news to me. I now definitely didn't have a clue about the man I had married!

We walked along the small lake in silence for awhile. The next stone had a group of ducks flapping and taking cover.

"I'm taking Marcus and his friends out tonight for a drink."

Jeff looked at me in bewilderment. I didn't react. I just felt contempt for the man I had married now. What other little revelations was he keeping from me?

It was quiet strange getting ready for my night out. I slipped on my new red bra and panties set. Honey coloured tights, and a black tight dress that went to mid-thigh, and showed a little cleavage. I wore new black boots that came to my knee, and had a 4 inch heel. I had put on more make-up than usual, and plenty of perfume. I wasn't trying to attract attention, but I had a feeling Jeff would like my outfit. I largely ignored Jeff as I waited for Marcus to come downstairs. I was well aware that Jeff was looking me over. I sat on the couch with my legs crossed. My dress had slipped up my thigh as I flicked through a magazine.

"Are those boots new?"

"Yes," I replied idly, still looking at the magazine.

"And that dress?" he mumbled.

"New too," I said, with an uninterested sigh.

He shuffled around in his wheelchair.

"Marcus bought me these earrings and the necklace too."

I could hear the cogs in his brain grinding.

"Did he?"

"Yeah," I said, ignoring his gulp.

I uncrossed my legs, and then crossed them the other way. I could sense my husband's eyes watching every slow deliberate movement that I made.

"Are you going to put me to bed soon?"

I knew the sound in his voice. Although he tried to hide it, I knew he was aroused. I toyed with my necklace. Jeff could see my pink painted fingernails dragging across the chain. I just rubbed back and forth; my nail was making a clinking sound, as it slipped over the tiny chain links. 

"No Marcus will," I said vacantly, answering his question.

I could feel his eyes on my legs again. I could see them roll up and down when I glanced at the telly screen. I wondered what was going through his mind, as he would slowly take in the contrast of colours, black dress to tan tights to black boots, black boots to tan tights to black dress, over and over again.

"You don't mind if his army pals come back again do you?" I continued, in the casual tone.

"No, it is your house," he replied.

I could hear a slight change in his breathing. 

"Yes it is," I said, with a grin.

He shuffled in his chair. I'm sure my attitude was turning him on.

"I won't get as drunk this time, I mean I wasn't a very good hostess last time was I?"

"H, how many are there going to be?" he asked, a little breathless.

"Oh just the same four guys I think, maybe more," I said, with another indifferent sigh.

"I'll be in my room when Marcus comes down."

"OK," I said brightly, not looking up from the magazine.

He wheeled himself away. His face was red and I knew under the blanket he was hard. I just hoped he could loose his erection before Marcus put him to bed. I went to the loo and wiped my pussy she was soaking wet! God how the hell just sitting around teasing Jeff got me so excited was quite a surprise. I was just supposed to tease him, and make him squirm. But I was teasing myself too!

Marcus put Jeff to bed and I gave him a number to ring for a taxi. Just time for one more little teasing display for my husband.

"Have you got everything you need?"

"Yes," he mumbled, looking up from the bed.

I bent over to pick up his trousers. I knew he could see most of the way up the back of my skirt. I bent over the bed and tucked him in which was quite unnecessary. My necklace swung and sparkled, and I gave him plenty of time to look at my cleavage. 

"Have a nice time," he said, with a slight pant.

I grinned.

"I'm sure I will. Oh could you look after this for me?"

His mouth dropped open as I slipped my wedding ring off, and put it on the bedside cabinet.

"I mean we are getting a divorce so I suppose I shouldn't wear it anymore. Should I?"

My tone demanded an answer.

"No, they might realise you are, free," he gulped, and licked his lips.

I lent forward and stared into his eyes from no more than 6 inches away.

"Jeff they already know I'm free," I purred.

I felt his hand slip up under my skirt. I didn't move I just narrowed my eyes.

"Get your hand out, now Jeff!" I spat.

I pulled his hand away from my thigh.

"I thought you might be wearing stockings," he panted.

I opened my mouth to yell at him, but I quickly stopped changing my mind. I put his hand on his hard cock. 

"I would have done, but I'm not wearing panties!" I hissed.

I walked to the door and looked back at him.

"Have a nice night," I whispered, and then gave him a mocking grin.

After a few hours we moved onto the last pub. Marcus was making rather a fool of himself. He had latched onto two girls I knew vaguely from school, Jenny and Julie. I didn't really like them that much, they were a few years younger than me, and they were both all over Marcus! I seemed to be left with Gerry most of the time and we danced together. But the way Julie was rubbing up against Marcus was annoying me. I had warned him off of the pair of them, but they seemed to be trying to out do each other for Marcus's attention. Gerry was getting more adventurous with me, and at one point he started kissing me. For a brief period Marcus and I were alone together.

"Mandy go careful with Gerry he's all over you," Marcus snapped.

"Well what about you and those two tarts? I told you what they were like and you can't keep your hands off them," I spat back.

He looked angrily at me.

"Yeah so what it's you that everyone is watching. You let him put his hand up your dress, you're the tart!"

"Oh so that gives you the right to paw both of them does it? You've drunk too much, it's time we went home," I growled.

He got up sharply and the chair shot back behind him. I jumped up too so I maintained eye contact.

"You're not my bloody mother so lay off. Besides, Gerry has asked me if I mind if he takes you home. I told him you were probably gagging for it; you are all over him like some cheap slut!" 

His words were really vicious, and deep down they hurt me. I took a deep breath about to have a go back when Jenny and Julie appeared.

"Come on lets go back to Julie's her mum and stepfather are away."

"He's not going," I hissed, still glaring at Marcus.

"Oh is little Miss Goody getting upset," Julie said, with a chuckle.

I looked at Jenny; I could see her pushing Julie forward.

"You fancy him yourself. God he's your stepson that's incest," Jenny sniggered.

"Oh god I'd never do anything like that," Julie said, with a drunken look of disgust.

Marcus hadn't been listening; he just stood back drinking his pint and swaying slightly.

"Come on girls, lets go somewhere we can party without Miss Prude," Marcus sniggered, putting his arms around both girls.

"Hey can I come too?" Gerry said, with an excited grin.

"No you're going to take me home," I snapped, looking straight at Marcus.

"But I want to, have some, fun," he said, a little sheepishly.

I spun round and lunged at him forcing my tongue right into his surprised mouth! I gave him the best and horniest kiss I could muster. Finally I pulled back a little.

"Take me home and fuck my brains out!" I hissed, so only he could hear.

He smiled and I turned to the other three. Marcus had lost his drunken look; it was as if watching me had sobered him up on the spot. I felt Gerry slide his hand on my hip. I just grabbed it and put it on my backside, giving Marcus an arrogant stare. He hugged Jenny and Julie tighter and began groping Jenny's tit.

"Come on girls, you did say I could stay the night?"

They both giggled, and Julie gave me a knowing wink. I watched them disappear through the crowd. Inside I was seething with anger, after all I had done for him and he was going off with those two sluts! Well fuck him I thought, if he wanted to make a fool of himself then he could for all I cared. And where Julie got the notion from about me fancying Marcus I'll never know! He was just a stupid young man, who was no better than his whore of a mother and his sick perverted father, which I had married much to my regret. In fact he was probably worse than the pair of them put together!

On the way home in the taxi Gerry was all over me. Somehow he managed to get my right breast out and was sucking hard on my nipple. The taxi driver spent more time looking in the mirror than out of the bloody windscreen! Gerry's hand was up my dress and rubbing the front of my tights. OK I didn't mind him kissing me and having a crafty feel. But the taxi driver had adjusted his mirror so he could watch Gerry's hand up my skirt!

"Wait I've got to check on him," I whispered.

We had two passionate kisses inside the front door. 

"Go up to my bedroom," I lustfully groaned in his ear.

I straightened my hair and clothes then went into Jeff's room. He looked like he was asleep. I walked quietly to the bed. It looked like the two sleeping pills I had given him, mixed in his drink still had him in a deep sleep. I intended to hint that something had gone on between the lads and me the following morning. I wanted him to curse himself for not being awake. His mind would be full of me and the boys, and what he thought we had gotten up to. But now I didn't have to pretend, I was going to fuck one of his son's mates!

I went into my bedroom. Gerry was down to his underwear. He had quite a fit body, but maybe not as fit as Marcus. Still I didn't care what he was up to now. I was going to bed Gerry, while Marcus probably wouldn't be able to get it up!

I moved to Gerry slipping my hands around his neck. We kissed long and passionately. I heard and felt the zip on the back of my dress being pulled down. I shuddered and gasped a little as my dress slipped to the floor. I continued sucking his tongue into my mouth as my bra slackened, and Gerry pulled it off. His lips clamped onto my left nipple. He was sucking hard and flicking his tongue over the end. 

"Hang on let me take my boots off," I panted heavily.

"Na, can you keep them on," he groaned on my nipple.

I felt him fingering my pussy through my tights and panties. Then all of a sudden he yanked them away from my cunt. I was surprised and shocked, and a little miffed as I knew the noise was that of my new panties ripping.

He pushed me back onto the bed. Then I felt him fumbling with his cock between my legs.

"Wait, not yet I'm not ready," I groaned.

"Come on sexy before Marcus comes home," he moaned.

God what would he think if he did come home? Suddenly I knew this was a mistake. I didn't want Marcus to think I was an easy lay. I know he was still probably with those two. But I didn't want to loose him as a friend. 

"Ouch! Gerry I'm a little dry," I protested.

I heard Gerry spit and then a rather wet hand smeared across my pussy. It felt quite gross. I just wanted this over with now. Huh! That was a laugh he wasn't even up me yet! Oh! Oh yes he was!

"Be gentle will you?"

He was panting in my ear, and he wasn't being gentle. I couldn't work out why I wasn't enjoying this now. In the taxi I wanted him. I wanted Marcus to know I was letting Gerry finger me; I was wet then, I had visions of Marcus banging on the taxi window trying to get in. He would pull Gerry off me, and then have a right go at him for treating his stepmother like a common tart.

"Oh get ready baby," Gerry panted.

God I wished I could push him off now. But it wasn't fair on him was it? Anyway he would soon come and he could sleep in the spare room. I winced as his cock was forcing roughly into me. He was kissing me hard too, right on the top of my shoulder. He grunted sucking harder, and then went into spasm, his cock twitched and I clung to him. I tried to enjoy it, but this was another time to fake an orgasm, so I did!

I sat on the edge of the bed and unzipped my boots. Gerry knew I think that I wanted him to leave.

"So no little fun and games with your hubby tonight then?"

"What?" I said.

"No probably best Marcus will be home soon," he said, pulling up his pants.

"He'll still be with them," I spat.

He laughed a little.

"No he was only going clubbing with them. That was the bet, two hours to get you into bed," he said with a sniff.

"What!" I shrieked.

"He said you wouldn't, he reckoned you would never do it. Still £25 goes in there," he said, tapping his back pocket.

I pulled my dressing gown around myself.

"You won't tell him, will you?" I mumbled.

"Hey a bet is a bet," he grunted.

I shuffled around in my bag. I stood before him holding £25. I felt so ashamed I couldn't look him in the eye.

"I still have to pay him."

Another £25 left my purse. He smirked at me and his eyes dropped to my breasts. I pulled my dressing gown together covering my cleavage.

"So you're not like his mum then?"

I looked quizzically at him.

"You mean you won't be rushing off downstairs to give hubby his pussy cream? His ex used to, but then again he used to watch us."

I shook my head slowly from side to side. 

"Oh yeah babe, he loved it when he watched us. We used to cuddle up and laugh as she made him lick her out."

"Get out of my house," I said calmly and slowly.

"Once she even made him suck my dick, now I'm not queer, but I let her toss me off all over his face," he said with a sneer.

I slapped his face, and then raised my hand to my mouth as he scowled hard at me. Slowly his face relaxed. I sat crying on the bed. My whole life had become one big freak show. How the hell could my husband suck another man's cock? I didn't know him at all!

I went downstairs to get myself a drink of water.

"Hi."

I jumped out of my skin. I brushed my hand through my hair, hoping that I didn't look too dishevelled. 

"Gerry gone then or is he still upstairs?"

"We didn't do anything," I said, a little too quickly.

He held up his mobile phone. I read the words 'your step mum fucks like a pro!'

"He's a liar Marcus, I wouldn't do that," I said, almost pleading for him to believe me.

I saw his eyes looking at my cleavage. I could feel tears starting to build. I had to get away from him before they started to fall.

"I'm going to bed," I said, as I put the glass down.

I felt him tug my arm back as I reached the living room door. He spun me round and pushed me against the wall.

"You fucked him didn't you? I thought you were better than that!"

He was frightening me he just pinned me to the wall. His eyes just burned deep into mine. He knew I was scared. I could feel myself trembling.

"Let me go, please Marcus," I whimpered.

The tears had started to roll down my cheeks. I saw him look at my lips.

"I can't believe you fucked him," he hissed.

I turned my head away as I felt his thumb on my lips. He wiped it hard across my lips then up my cheek. I could feel the ruby lipstick smeared across my face.

"That looks better whore!" he growled viciously.

I felt his knee push between my legs, and I went to wriggle out of his grasp. He just pulled me forward and slammed me back against the wall. I felt my dressing gown slip from my shoulder to my arm. My tits were close to becoming exposed. 

"He left it where he said he would. He fucked you, you slut!" 

He again slammed me against the wall. I was now crying so hard I didn't realise both my breasts had become exposed. Then I saw his eyes just staring at them. My crying slowly stopped, and so did my heaving chest which my stepson was so engrossed in. He just held me and for quite a while he looked at my chest. My mouth hung open, I could feel my makeup smeared all over my face, and my naked breasts were just inches from my gawping stepson! Slowly his eyes trailed up to my lips. I just held my breath. He looked up further until our eyes met. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion, but my pulse was racing fast, fast as hell! I gazed down at his parted lips as he licked them. They seemed to be getting closer to mine very slowly, like the minute hand on a clock, you know it's moving but you can't quite see it. I was aware of his breathing, it was softer now. I parted my trembling lips after swallowing slightly. He watched them, and then looked back into my eyes.

"AMANDA!"

Marcus sunk back slowly. He let go of me and turned away.

"You better see what he wants," Marcus said slowly.

I went out into the hall rubbing my face hoping my smudge lipstick was gone. My trembling fingers wiped away the tears. 

"Yes?" I called softly through the door.

"I heard a bump, are you OK?"

"Fine, just a little drunk, go back to sleep," I said, feeling tears on my cheeks again.



Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 04



I had another sleepless night where I wrestled with my emotions. Everyone seemed to be getting what they wanted, except me! I got up late and wandered to the kitchen. I heard voices coming from the garden. There they were chatting and laughing. Marcus had obviously got Jeff up. I looked at the clock and wished I hadn't, it was nearly noon.

"How are you feeling?"

I looked at Marcus feeling embarrassed about last night. 

"I was going to take dad round the river, do you want to come?"

I shook my head

"Marcus about last night, I well, um."

"Its OK you don't have to explain. You're a free agent now."

I could see he was still annoyed.

"I'm just surprised you got off with Gerry."

"Mar..."

He had walked out into the lounge before I could even offer an explanation. Not that I had a clue what I was going to say. 

"How are you feeling?"

God his father was on my case now!

He looked me up and down.

"Look Amanda I know this is your house, but while Marcus is here do you think you could, well, cover up."

I pulled my dressing gown around me feeling angry at him.

"Well if you don't like it perhaps you should leave," I spat.

He looked down at his lap, like he was avoiding something.

"Well you may as well know, I'm thinking of going back to Hazel, I'll leave at the end of the week."

I just stood in shock as he pushed the lever on his wheelchair and he wheeled himself out. I heard the front door slam and began to weep!

That afternoon Marcus left to go back to the army training centre. I went to work still a little shocked. It was like everyone was having a good laugh at me. Was I some sort of fool? Had the last couple of years meant nothing to anyone except me! Jeff had even asked for the divorce papers. I told him I would sort it out later. To be honest it wasn't until I got to work that I felt angry with Jeff and his son. That bitch of an ex-wife was I suspect having a good laugh too. I managed to smile at the customers, but I bit Jill's head off once about getting an order wrong. At the end of the shift I was called into Don's office. I sat in tears as he told me he was cutting back, and I was the one who might get the axe. 

"I've been here longer than Jill and Maria, and Rita is always phoning in sick lately," I sobbed.

"I'm sorry Mandy."

"You asked me on a date last week. God how can you fire me?"

I looked up into his eyes when he didn't answer, and then I knew why. I had heard stories about him with the girls. He didn't seem to care that he had a reputation that most men would cringe at. I don't know why all the girls fancied him, I did a little, even if he was arrogant and a bit of a bastard. But the girls still went out with him.

"I thought you said I was your favourite?" I said, wiping my eyes.

He moved behind me and I felt his hands on my shoulders. 

"You are Mandy, but you don't make the best of yourself. Did you notice how the girls looked tonight?"

His hands began to massage my shoulders. Yes I noticed that the girl's skirts were a little shorter than normal, and I'm sure Kath wasn't wearing a bra. His head moved close to mine.

"Now if you made more of an effort Amanda, I might reconsider, and maybe a date on Saturday night would help, either a little or a lot."

I felt his lips kiss my neck. Then he stopped waiting for a response. All of a sudden a thousand thoughts ran through my head. Yes he just wanted to bed me. Yes I would probably be dumped, and yes I did fancy him even knowing his reputation. But I would need all the money I could get when Jeff moved out, and he didn't care about me. He was going back to that slag! No doubt she would still sleep around and he would be happy again. But maybe, just maybe I could turn this to my advantage! "So if I dressed like the others you wouldn't fire me?" I asked softly.

His hands slipped down my front. His thumbs now gently rubbed my shoulders as his fingers rested on my fleshy breasts. 

"Well if you and I went for drink next Saturday, and then well we could maybe go somewhere, more private."

His thumbs had stopped now and he waited.

"We could, go back to, m, my place, if that, would help," I stammered breathlessly.

He made no pretence of rubbing my shoulders now. His fingers began to lift my breasts and knead them. His head was back on my neck. I tilted my head away from him so he had a bigger target to explore with his wet tongue.

"I think we understand each other now," he hissed, squeezing my breasts more firmly.

"Yes," I mumbled.

I stood up and turned round facing him. He moved forward and our lips touched. He pulled me to him and his tongue slipped between my parted lips. I was soon pressing into him with a passion that seemed to surprise him. It didn't really surprise me though. This would get back at my husband and his son! When we parted we both gasped for breath.

"What about your husband?"

"He won't care, I'm divorcing him remember?"

"Do I get to meet him again?" he said with a chuckle.

"If you want to he'll probably get a thrill out of it."

"Oh so it's true about him and his ex-wife?"

"Yes but I never did anything like that. That is part of the reason I'm divorcing him," I said, looking away from Don.

I got a taxi home, as Don was going to meet his friends. I went to bed and began dreaming of Don. After all the things I'd heard about him I'm sure all the rumours couldn't true. My fingers began teasing my clit. I imagined Don's tongue slipping into my fanny. I toyed with my nipple, remembering how Marcus had stared at them. Then he tried to kiss me! It was a good job I was drunk or he would have been nursing a stinging cheek! Yeah Don would get what Marcus wanted. I was just sorry Marcus wouldn't be around to see me bring my new boyfriend home.

I went in to check on Jeff when I got home from work the next day. He was still awake and seemed to be quite comfortable. I slipped my wedding ring back on.

"Don has asked me out again," I said, twisting the ring round my finger.

"Oh what did you say?"

"I really didn't get much of a choice; he said he was cutting staff. But well we are getting a divorce and he is nice," I said distantly.

"But what about the other girls, what would they think?"

I watched him grimace as he shuffled up the bed.

"I know he has a reputation but he can't be all that bad. Besides I shall need the money when you go."

I sat on the bed still twiddling my ring.

"I will see you are OK for money, and I don't know about going back to Hazel yet," he said licking his lips.

"It's not set in stone then?"

"No of course not, sometimes it feels like a good idea, but I don't want to hurt you really I don't."

I sighed heavily.

"You know it will if you do go back with her. But I suppose it's none of my business at the end of the day."

He looked at the telly.

"I'm really sorry for upsetting you Amanda."

"Well I suppose its better we separate now than in a few years. It is just as well, maybe you should have told me about your, thing," I said looking at him.

He nodded.

"Are you going out with him because you like him, or to keep your job?"

I looked down at my wedding ring again.

"A bit of both I suppose. I would like you to be here Saturday just in case I, I can't, you know?" I said, looking into his eyes again.

"What can I do I'm a cripple?"

"Well if he knows you are here, then if I say no, he'll stop. Please Jeff do this for me."

"Y, you are going to bring him, here?" he said, after clearing his throat.

"Yes, its ironic isn't it, you being here while I'm with him? I suppose you will get a thrill out of it." 

I looked at the telly screen.

"Why don't you go back to his place then?"

"In case I stay the night. I still have you to think about. And, if it does turn you on then, well I'll just have to put up with it."

"You know Hazel thinks I should get half of the house. In fact I've been thinking about that too."

"You are not having my house," I said defiantly.

"Don't worry I don't want it. Will you, bring him in, to see me?"

I watched him gulp.

"What do you mean?" I said suspiciously.

"Well this is a nice house but it's yours. I'm quite happy to sign it all over to you. So will you bring him in?"

Now I knew I hated him. Why he just didn't come out and say it I didn't know. But that was Jeff all over. He talked in riddles and loved to keep me guessing. 

"I see, you want me to play your sick little game, or you will make me sell the house?"

"No I wouldn't go that far."

He said it in such a way I didn't believe him. I'm sure he did this on purpose. I wasn't that confident that I would keep the house if it went to court. I had signed the house over so it belonged to both of us. Maybe if the court saw him in a wheelchair he would get a sympathetic vote.

"If I did bring him to see you, it would be on my terms. I know what you want, but you would have no say in the matter," I said coldly.

"Amanda if I wanted to I could buy you out, but I don't want to. Hazel would like it here; she would get quite a thrill from taking your husband and your house. But I don't think I could be that cruel to you."

There it was again that tone that I didn't trust. He was baiting me, or blackmailing me however you want to put it. The thought of that bitch strutting around my mother's house had me trembling with anger. I know Marcus had said his mother would kill for a place like this. If she had told Jeff that he should go for the house, then it was already on her mind. What was it Marcus said about finding some incentive to get you out of bad situations? Well I wouldn't have to look long and hard to find my incentive here!

Through the week Jeff asked me if I had the divorce papers. I kept making up excuses about leaving them at my solicitors. While we never spoke about the thinly veiled threats of the other night, he was acting a little cocky in a strange sort of way. He saw me over the last few days wearing shorter skirts to work. He would ask me when I checked on him how my shift went. I knew he wanted to hear about Don coming onto me. He was also hinting about going back to Hazel again. But I didn't say anything about Don until the Friday night after my shift. 

I sat on the bed and my skirt went up to the tops of my thighs. I had removed my bra in the toilets just before I left work. 

"So is it still on for tomorrow night then?"

I nodded. Don had been teasing me at work, as I rushed around getting orders and things, he would feel up my skirt. When he started doing this I would brush his hand away, but as the days past I came to enjoy it. At one point he told me Jill's skirt was shorter than mine. When I went to his office a few minutes later I had pulled my skirt up so it was shorter.

"Is that better?" I asked.

I stood next to his chair. His hand went up the back of my skirt. He squeezed and mauled my ass. I just stood there letting him. He smiled up at me and I smiled back.

"What would hubby say?" he asked, with a wicked grin.

"I told you, he would enjoy it," I replied, feeling quite horny.

"Then you are going to show him your stocking tops Saturday before we go out, "he said lustfully.

"I've got a better idea, why don't you show him when you pick me up?" I purred. 

"Oh that sounds like fun," he said, giving my ass an extra hard squeeze. 

I went to the door to go back to work.

"Don I'm not a one night stand am I? I mean we are going out together aren't we?"

He chuckled at my worried expression.

"Mandy you are my girl; I'll go out with you as often as you want."

I grinned back at him, but still my mind wasn't totally convinced.

I got ready for my date, and on purpose I didn't let Jeff see what I was wearing. I could tell all through the day he was excited, although he tried to hide it. I too was looking forward to going out with Don. He was 31 around 6'2" tall, slim with wavy black hair and thin grey eyes. Ok he was arrogant and cocky, but I was sure he liked me more than the other girls he had dated, although I was a little miffed when he told them he was taking me out. Rita tried to talk me out of it, I was sure that she just wanted to go back out with him herself. Being the girlfriend of the boss had its advantages, while everyone else cleaned up I would sit on Don's knee laughing and having a glass wine with him. I knew the girls were jealous too, because now I was in charge of the till. Jill had a right go at me, when I told her she was only getting half her tips because of the glass she dropped. Don had told me to tell her, and he stood back watching as I told her to get her act together. I must admit I felt a little awkward when he stood behind me, and then kissed my neck right after I had told Jill off. But as he told me later, they had to learn that I was going to be more of a manageress from now on. I ignored the comments about me getting too big for my boots when Don had gone to his office. I waited with the others outside. Don must have forgotten he was giving me a lift home, as he had already gone. Maria had a face like thunder, so I knew she wouldn't offer me a lift with her and her boyfriend. Never mind, if they were jealous of me I could get a taxi home.

I answered the door, Don was on time. I gave him a twirl. He watched the hem of my new red dress flare out. It finally settled to 4 inches off my knee. 

"God you look good," he said with a grin.

I gushed happy that he was pleased.

"Well we better go and see hubby is settled before we go," he whispered.

My smile dropped a little, I didn't really want to see Jeff right now.

"Don please can't you stop call him my hubby, I'm your girl now," I moaned, as I slipped my arms round his neck.

He pulled my arms down.

"I thought you wanted to tease him about us?"

I nodded but didn't really mean it.

"Besides you should show him what he is going to miss when you divorce him."

I took a deep breath.

"Yes you are right I suppose," I said, with a slight grin.

I took his offered hand and he kissed me hard. I was soon pushing my tongue into his mouth. His hand mauled at my ass, I just hoped he didn't crease my dress. By the time we broke our kiss I had found my determination to show off in front of Jeff. Don had reminded me that I had married a pervert, and I should have nothing but disgust for him.

I opened Jeff's door. Don had stopped me from knocking on it. I stood holding Don's hand right in front of my husband!



Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 05



The strange silence between us all lasted a few seconds. I could see Jeff looking at Don's hand that gripped mine. Just watching his reaction gave me an unexpected thrill. I don't know why it just did!

I had thought up a thousand things to say, but for some reason I was completely tongue tied. Jeff looked so pitiful; his face had a strange mix of emotions etched over it. He looked down to Don's hand again.

"So you don't mind me dating your wife then?"

My eyes shot to Don. His words sounded so confident and arrogant, that my pulse started racing.

"No," Jeff blurted out finally.

Don moved his arm up over my shoulder. He squeezed me close to him.

Jeff still looked a little stunned. But I was sure this was turning him on.

"Good because I've wanted her for awhile now, I knew I'd end up with her, she deservers much better than you."

God he was so bloody arrogant, and he seemed to know all the right words to say. 

He manoeuvred himself behind me. I felt his lips on my neck. I gasped a little, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Jeff. He just lay there very quiet watching Don and me.

"She is beautiful isn't she?" Don purred, as he kissed my neck softly.

"Yes!" Jeff gasped.

"You know how much she wants me don't you? She'll do anything for me, anything I ask. Won't you sexy?"

I nodded slightly.

Jeff watched as Don cupped my breast, then his hands slipped down over my belly, I just stood stunned as Jeff watched his every move, it was like he was watching a master at work stealing his wife from right under his nose!

I felt Don slowly gather up the front of my dress. I could feel more and more of my legs becoming exposed to Jeff. He was now panting a little and just watching Don slowly raising my hem.

"She wants me so much she put these on," he said, and then he kissed my neck.

I knew now Jeff was staring directly at my black stocking tops, and my red suspender belt. Then a groan escaped from his mouth as he saw my trimmed blonde pussy.

"I told her not to wear panties if she wanted a date. She does as I tell her; she wants me more than she ever wanted you."

I shuddered as one of his fingers gently teased my pussy right in front of my husband!

"Oh boy is she wet," Don groaned.

My legs quaked and trembled, as Don slipped a finger right into my fanny.

"Her cunt is so wet I bet she sticks to the chair in the restaurant, don't you baby?"

"Oh!" I gasped.

My head was all over the place now. I couldn't believe how Don's filthy talk was turning me on! I felt so bloody horny Don could have fucked me right there! His finger worked in and out of my soaked fanny. I could hear my own juices as he rubbed me. 

Jeff was now in total shock, but I could see his hand moving slightly under the bedcovers!

"See I'm going to get to fuck her tonight. I bet she wouldn't object, even if I fucked her over the table in the restaurant, right in front of everyone, would you darling eh?" he spat.

"God!" I whimpered.

"See how randy she is? That's your fault because you have never made her cum. Look how wet her cunt is," Don growled.

I felt him push me towards the bed.

"There have a good look at your sopping wife!" he snapped.

Don forced me to hold my dress up. I was panting hard, and then harder as I felt his fingers from both hands pull my pussy open! Jeff swallowed and just looked at my gaping fanny. He groaned because I'm sure he could see how wet I was, in fact I could feel a slight trickle down the inside of my thighs! 

What Jeff was thinking god only knows? But I knew this was turning him on. Was it Don's dirty talk? Maybe the way he just mauled at my body? Or was it me for just being in the arms of another man? One thing was for sure, if I thought this would hurt Jeff, I was totally wrong!

A finger slipped into me and he began fucking me with it. My head was back on his shoulder now, all my weight rested against Don's body. I didn't give a shit about my husband making strange gulping noises. I was so close to coming on Don's fingers I didn't want it to stop.

Don wriggled his finger faster and faster. We could all hear my squelching cunt!

I was now constantly groaning and moaning. Don pushed my head forward quite forcefully.

"Look at him!" he spat in my ear.

I opened my glazed eyes to see Jeff pulling his cock under the bedcovers. I looked up to Jeff's eyes. He was just gazing straight between my legs watching Don's finger fuck me. His face was contorted as he pulled frantically on his cock. He was very red, and his breathing was rapid and noisy.

I slumped down as I let out a shuddering gasp. Then I rose up on tiptoes grabbing Don's arm. I screamed and threw my head back, as wave after wave ripped through my body. At one point I opened my eyes to see Jeff shoot his load up onto his belly. He must have pulled the bedcovers back at some point, to show his wife's lover what a wimp he was!

I twisted round and clung to Don like a love sick teenager. I kissed him frantically as the last of my orgasm rolled through my tingling fanny.

I could have gone to bed and slept for a week after that, but Don was guiding me to the door. I didn't look back at Jeff. Just hearing him panting was enough. 

"Thank you," I heard Jeff gasp from the bed.

Christ I had given him what he wanted! I thought it would have disgusted him, I thought it would have disgusted me! Deep down it must have done..... Surely?

I went to go to the loo still with my legs still shaking legs. Don pulled me back, and before I knew it I was facing his car.

"Don I have to clean up," I whispered.

"No way babe, I want you all juiced up."

I felt very self-conscious as we ate. I felt like everyone was watching me. Several times I went to go to the loo. Don would grip my arm and make me sit down again.

I felt very sticky and wet, and I'm sure my pussy had stuck to my dress. I had to get up and walk out, with what I suspected was rather a large stain on the back of my skirt. By the time we had gone to a pub I just hoped my leaking fanny juice had dried enough so nobody noticed. I found it very difficult to relax mentally.

I didn't have a clue about the conversations I had with Don. He would look at me with a dirty leer now and then. It embarrassed me quite a bit because I thought people had noticed. The only talk I remembered was Don's constant comments about my wet fanny. He teased me every chance he got. He called me Juicy Lucy, and asked if I was still soaked.

We stumbled into the house close to 2 am. I didn't even bother checking on Jeff. 

Don dragged me upstairs and we tumbled onto the bed. He was like a wild animal he wouldn't let me take anything off. He pushed my legs apart and pushed into me. I was quite dry but I knew he was too turned on to stop. He fucked me hard and was really rough. I heard my dress tear which annoyed me because I had only worn it this once!

He mauled my tits and because he was so aroused he pulled back hard on my hair. I just held onto him as he really pounded me roughly into the bed. 

As he came for some reason he called me Maria! I didn't really pay much attention, because he told me that sometimes he had difficulty with names. 

I went to get up but he just pulled me back to him. Well I suppose I didn't really mind sleeping in my clothes.

When I woke up later on I was aware of something sticky and trickling on my bare tits.

"Don!" I screeched, and then wished I hadn't due to the makings of a giant hangover.

"What's up babe?"

I was now staring at my fingers, watching the white messy strands caught between them.

"Hey you wanted it babe," he said with a chuckle.

I shook my head and wished I hadn't.

"Mandy you started sucking me off an hour ago, and then you told me to come on your tits. You do remember don't you?"

"N, no," I said mystified.

I could smell his spunk and didn't really like it. But again he wouldn't let me get up. He cuddled close behind me and we slept again.

I left him sleeping on the bed and stared at my reflection. His smeared spunk had now dried to my chest. My makeup was all over my face. But my dress, my lovely dress was torn at the top. It wouldn't even cover my tits. I was sure it wasn't that bad last night! I could feel the crusty remains between my legs too. All these thoughts had me puking into the toilet. 

I brushed my teeth several times then stepped into the shower. Don was still sleeping when I got out. I went to the top of the stairs. That's when for the first time I thought of Jeff!

I listened at his door and heard the telly on. I went into the kitchen, and found the aspirin. 

I sat at the kitchen table feeling very sick. 

I was still coming to terms with everything that happened last night. The way Don seemed to take control had me feeling a little uneasy, but not as uneasy as when I considered my reaction. The way I felt when he manipulated me was quite something. It was like I had been taken over by somebody else. It was my own actions that disturbed me now. What I had let happen would have disgusted me a few months ago. Did this mean that I really wanted to humiliate Jeff? Perhaps because I thought I was getting my own back on him. This was the plan, but it was supposed to have shocked him not turned him on! 

Maybe I would have to go further than last night, maybe further than I wanted to. I thought I loved Jeff enough to put up with a few little things. But those things he had done with his ex-wife, and what he wanted me to do was to my mind very sick! But now I had experienced it, was so bad? I still wanted him to break down and beg me to stop, and to say he was sorry. But would he be able to cope with anything I threw at him? I realised just how far his wife went in her teasing and humiliation games. If I wanted revenge then I would have to go a lot further than last night. But was I up to doing the sick things that I thought of doing? Just the thought of them had me feeling disgusted with myself. But I had to try and overcome this feeling. I had to become a bigger and sicker bitch than even Jeff could imagine. 

But could I?

I heard doorbell and pretty much without thinking I opened it. Jeff's mum gave me a look that could kill a rhino!

"Come on babe back to bed." 

I looked round to see Don stood with just a towel round his waist.

"Ops!" he said, and went back up the stairs with a chuckle.

"My you are such a floozy aren't you?"

"Eve please don't make this any worse," I started but couldn't finish.

"I've come to see my son. Why don't you go back to bed with your, friend!" she growled viciously.

She pushed past me and into Jeff's room. 

By the time I had dressed she was in the kitchen Making Jeff a cup of tea. I took the lid off the sugar canister and she just snatched it out of my hand. I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye. 

"So that is your new man is it?" she snapped.

I just nodded.

"And how long has he been waiting in the wings?"

"Eve please it isn't like that," I said, realising she wouldn't believe me.

"No it never is! I don't know why you two got married, you should have left him alone, you knew he was married," she said, as she stirred the tea briskly.

I winced at the noise the spoon made in the cup.

"Oh have you got a hangover?" she said with a grin.

"We loved each other; surely you don't blame me for falling in love with him?"

She slammed the spoon down on the work top making me jump.

"He was married to a perfectly good girl. Once they realised they shouldn't have split, up you should have stepped back was that too hard to do?"

She began wiping the worktop down with some vigour. I could see the look in her eyes; it was the same as when I told her we were to marry in a registry office. She was horrified that we didn't want to get married in a church. 

Several times I had thought about asking her if she knew about Hazel and Jeff's little games. She would probably throw up! God that thought had my stomach turning again. I began to gag. I tried to hold it down but I pushed her aside and puked into the sink. 

I wiped my chin and looked at her feeling very embarrassed. She just gave me a look of disgust like I should know better than to drink so much.

"You stink of booze!" she snapped, as she left the kitchen with Jeff's tea.

She was in with Jeff for two hours. Several times I listened at the door. She was trying to convince him to go back with her!

It didn't take me long to realise she had been talking to Hazel. God her bloody name came up in nearly every sentence!

"I'm leaving now. Jeff seems determined to stay with you, though I honestly cannot think why. I'll be round to take him to the hospital on Thursday for his check up," she mumbled.

"Can I come two?" I asked more in hope.

"No," she said, with a raised eyebrow.

I didn't really speak very much to Jeff that day. Well I was still a little embarrassed about last night, and I had Don for company.

When Jeff did come out of his room to eat his tea it was like last night had never happened. Nobody mentioned it, it was quite strange. When I thought about it I reckoned Jeff and his ex would probably have said nothing too when they did things like last night. After tea we watched a movie. I was again quite surprised that Jeff stayed with us. Don didn't seem to mind either; he even talked to Jeff about the film. It was like we were just all friends sat together.

I found myself cuddling into Don. I had my head on his stomach and my feet up on the couch. I could see Jeff glancing at us now and then, and I wondered what he was thinking as Don pressed my hand to his cock. I began to rub him slightly through his trousers. 

I looked at Jeff and he was now watching my hand.

"Get it out babe and give it a suck," Don mumbled.

I turned my head to look at him.

"You don't mind your wife kissing my dick do you cripple?"

I looked at Jeff. Even in the dim light from the table lamp I could see how turned on he was. Jeff shook his head slowly.

I pulled down Don's zipper watching my husband all the time. He just stared at my hand as the noise of the zip broke the silence. I pulled his briefs aside and pulled it out. I held it in my small hand gazing at the semi-erect dick. I was never one for sucking cock and Jeff knew this, so I decided to do my very best just to shock him. I waited until Jeff looked me in the eye. I could see his mouth was open as he waited.

I bent my head down and with my eyes fixed to my husband, I swirled my tongue round my boyfriend's cock head!

"OH that is good babe."

Don's words encouraged me and I slipped my mouth over his cock. 

"Yeah, oh, your wife can sure suck cock!" Don groaned.

I could feel my panties getting wetter by the second. I slurped a little noisily. I took gasping breaths every now and then too. All the time I just stared straight at Jeff without blinking. My gasps and moans were exaggerated just for him. 

He just sat in his wheelchair looking so turned on. His face had beads of sweat on his brow, and his mouth hung open a little, and yes, he was playing with himself! 

I forced my head down further until I made myself gag as Don's hard cock as it entered my throat. Jeff gasped a little as I gagged a couple of times, but each time I did, I never took my eyes off my husband's! I'm sure Jeff loved the fact that I gagged on Don's cock. I was after all still his wife, and I was having trouble with Don's prick. 

Don was getting close now. He was panting and groaning.

"Look at her, look at her sucking my dick!" he spat.

His words encouraged me and I groaned on his cock. Jeff was moaning too, I could see his hand rubbing the front of his trousers.

Don began hissing through his clenched teeth. His hips began to buck slightly. Then without warning I felt his come shoot into my mouth. I pulled my head away a little but I wanted to swallow him. Jeff knew I never liked to swallow, but this was different, I needed to show him I was willing to take my lovers spunk into my belly.

Another hot salty jet followed, then a third, I just clamped my lips around Don's cock head and gulped. A fourth jet then a fifth. All the time I was staring straight at Jeff! His eyes opened wide and he began panting hard. I knew at that point he was filing his trousers!

I slowly pulled off of Don's cock. Without having to be told I began licking his dick clean. I didn't really like the salty taste but it was worth it just to see my husband's panting and shocked face!

I rested my head on Don's stomach. I still held his cock in my hand gently stroking it tenderly and lovingly. My eyes never left Jeff's I just stared mocking him. Don's breathing slowly returned to normal and we all sat silent for awhile.

"Where are you going?" I asked Jeff.

He looked at me a little lost. I knew he wanted to go and clean up.

"Stay there," Don Spat.

I lifted my head so I could see the front of Jeff's trousers. There it was a small dark stain. 

So that's how we stayed for the next 2 hours, with me holding and kissing Don's cock while he cooed enjoying the attention. Jeff sat very red and very embarrassed, but still watching his wife cuddled into her lover idly toying with his cock!

I took Jeff to his room and I stood watching get undressed as far as he could. I made him get himself onto the bed using his one good arm. I don't know why but watching him struggle gave me a sense of power. I finally unbuckled his trousers, as I did so he was still panting from the physical exertion of the last few minutes. I opened his trousers and saw the white stain. I just looked up into Jeff's eyes. I gave him a real cold stare. He wasn't sure what to do, but one thing was happening, he was hard again. I pulled his pants down exposing his cock. I could sense him waiting with nervous excitement for whatever I was going to say and do next.

"You messed your trousers and your pants. You could at least say sorry," I goaded. 

He mumbled under his breath and I wasn't sure if he was shaking from the cold, or because he was turned on.

I pulled his trousers right off then pulled his pants back up. He looked incredibly stunned.

"What?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"I'm not putting pyjamas on you; you are going to wear your pants in bed. If you mess yourself when I'm with my boyfriend again you'll end up eating it! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," he gulped.

Don came in carrying the glass. I watched Jeff's eyes open wide. Don handed me the glass and gave Jeff a condescending smirk, then he left.

"Amanda what are you, what is that?" he panted looking scared.

"Well let's see it is white, quite thick, and I'm sure it tastes a little salty."

I left him thinking for a moment. He was panting hard now, and I watched him nervously lick his lips.

"I'll give you the choice; you can either drink it, or wear it."

He let out a little unbelieving gasp.

I could feel my panties getting wetter. Just treating him like this was getting me all excited. 

"Well I haven't got all night I've got a man to satisfy," I growled, looking deep into his eyes.

"B, but is this, real?" he panted.

"I thought you liked to be dominated. That is what I'm doing, right?"

He nodded, but I could still see the apprehension in his face. He looked at the glass with Don's come in it.

"This is what you wanted. I'm doing this to get my own back, you can either enjoy it or not, I don't really care. But if you still insist on going back to your ex then I'm going to take things further than you ever thought possible!"

"I'll wear it," he mumbled.

"Don!" I called, still staring at Jeff.

He came in and looked down at my husband. I moved back and watched Don grab Jeff's arm. Before Jeff could react Don had snapped the handcuff to Jeff's good arm and pulled it up to the headboard, and snapped it to the bar.




Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 05



"God Amanda what are going to do?" Jeff shrieked.

I took the glass and slowly tipped it down over Jeff's hard cock. He winced and pulled at his restrained arm. He gasped as Don's spunk trickled slowly to the rim of the glass.

"Oh god!" he gasped, feeling the white mess dribble on his cock head.

The thick cream ran slowly down over his cock. I heard Don rip the packet open.

He handed the condom to me, and I stretched it down over Jeff's cock trapping my lover's spunk!

Jeff looked down at the condom he could see my boyfriend's spunk, now held in place by the rubber. Jeff pulled his arm again, and then I saw him try to move his other arm. I felt Don lift my skirt and then drag my soaked panties to my ankles. I stepped out of them and Don picked them up.

"Here a present for you for being a good boy!" I mocked.

I pushed the gusset of my panties into Jeff's mouth! I could see the whites of his eyes now.

"Suck!" Don demanded.

A tear formed in Jeff's eye but he sucked on my juicy panties.

I took at last look at Don's spunk in the condom that held my husbands dick. I pulled the covers up to his neck.

"I'll be waiting for you Mandy," Don said, giving my backside a firm slap.

I bent close to Jeff's ear.

"Now you just stay there and think about what you are wearing," I whispered.

Jeff panted into the panty gag.

"My lover's spunk on your cock, my juiced up panties in your mouth, and that's the way you are going to stay until morning!"

I slipped my hand under the bedding and squeezed his cock. He winced as Don's spunk would surely be squelching around his dick. 

"You know I'm quite jealous of you, that spunk should be up my fanny. Still I'm sure I'll get a load more soon," I purred.

I moved away from his ear and looked down at him. He looked red and he was shaking. I heard him swallow, knowing my pussy juice was probably being swallowed by my pathetic husband!

I looked at my watch.

"You'll be like that for 8 hours, unless you get free. But you won't be able to will you?"

I walked to the door and switched off the light plunging him into darkness. I heard him panting and a loud swallow.

"Don't worry; I'll leave the door open so you can hear us. Sweet dreams," I whispered, and then blew him a kiss.



Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 06



I clung to Don wondering about my husband listening downstairs. I'm sure he would have loved to get hold of his cock, but with his one good arm secured to the bed, he was fucked! 

I moaned and groaned loudly. But try as I did I just could not get the thought of Jeff out of my mind. He was helpless with my panties stuffed in his mouth, and a condom stretched over his cock, with my boyfriend's spunk drying in it.

Don rammed me into the bed, this wasn't love making it was just getting off as hard as possible. He hurt me a little, in fact I did cry at one stage. But he told me I just made him mad for it. It would have been nice if he had said he was mad for me, but I knew he meant that really. 

We lay on the bed recovering. He said I was better than Jill, and about equal with Rita. I began crying, and he cuddled me, telling me he was only teasing.

When I asked him if he loved me, that's when he clammed up. I pushed him a little and he told me that it was too early to talk about love. I rolled close to him realising that he was right; he said he was tired and needed to sleep and we could talk later. 

I awoke in the early hours to find Don between my legs. He was trying to push himself into me.

"Don please don't I'm too dry."

He didn't respond he just pushed harder. I tried to push him off but he just pinned my arms down, and told me that if I loved him I would let him.

I winced with pain and tried. I had tears in my eyes and he obliviously didn't know or he would have stopped.

"Fuck Mandy come on!" he spat.

"Sorry but I'm just not turned on yet."

He pulled out and I sensed he was annoyed with me.

"It's 4 o'clock in the morning. I'm not ready," I protested.

"Christ Amanda I just need to fuck you!"

I began to play with his cock hoping to appease him.

"I thought you wanted me babe. All I wanted is a fuck is that too much to ask?"

"Don, please don't get angry with me."

"Well you want me to be your boyfriend don't you?" he moaned.

"Yeah of course I do," I answered, feeling a little exasperated.

"Then suck me off or something. Christ I did what you wanted with that twat downstairs, and you won't even please me!"

I crawled under the sheets. I really didn't want to do this. I could smell myself on his cock and he smelt a little sweaty.

"You will tell me when you are going to come won't you?" I whimpered.

"Well if you don't get a move on I'm not likely too!"

"Sorry," I mumbled.

I tried but my heart just wasn't in it.

"Fucking hell Mandy you can do better than that!" he groaned.

I coughed and gagged on the stale smell of sweat and spunk. I brushed away a tear then spent a few seconds, trying to get a pubic hair out of my mouth.

I resumed sucking him but I could hear his groans of disapproval. 

"Sorry love I'm just not awake enough," I moaned.

"Come on babies suck in their sleep."

"All right I'll do it," I said, trying to show a little enthusiasm.

I sucked again trying to ignore his odour. He pulled back the sheets and stared down at me.

"You will tell me when you are coming?"

"Jesus Mandy stop fucking bitching at me. Do you want me or not?"

I felt tears roll down my cheeks. Couldn't he see that I loved him? 

I started sucking him again. He was looking at me in quite a strange way. I wiped away a tear that was soon replaced by another.

"Are you crying?" he asked softly.

I tried to smile.

"Did I tell you to stop!" he spat.

I quickly returned to sucking him. 

"You know Maria would go out with me if I told her."

"Don, please don't tease me."

He opened his eyes wide angry that I had stopped sucking him. I quickly started again. 

"I could persuade her to dump her new boyfriend. Hey I might even offer her your job as supervisor if you don't put some enthusiasm into it. Why are you crying?"

I choked as he pushed into my throat. I had started sobbing now and for some reason Don didn't seem to care. Not only that, he was holding my head tight.

"You're worried in case I dump you, and I will if you don't pull yourself together," he said, with a strange smile.

I nodded still sucking him.

He wiped a tear from my eye. I was struggling to stop my sobbing getting in the way of Don's blowjob.

"God you look like shit, all red eyed and full of tears. You know you'll have to sort yourself out."

I was shaking now I didn't want to do this anymore. I tried to pull off but he grabbed my head harder.

"No you are going to do it. You are going to swallow it all, if you don't I'll sack you!"

I struggled harder but I was no match for him. He crossed his legs over my back pinning me to him. He was now pushing his hips up. His cock thrust into my throat. I choked and gagged on his musty dick.

"Yeah I don't fucking want you anymore. Here this is my leaving present. Ah!"

I felt his spunk slip down the back of my throat. I was choking and beginning to panic.

I could feel myself becoming short of breath. Don had hold of my ears now; he was pulling me off and on his cock. At least I could manage a gulp of air. His spunk splattered over my face and in my eyes. He was now wanking himself off on me.

He pushed me off when he had finished. I rubbed my face in the bed clothes.

I heard him getting dressed as I sobbed.

"Get out you bastard," I mumbled.

"Don't worry I'm going. Here your wages."

I looked at the rolled up notes that he had thrown in my face.

I cried my eyes out silently into the pillow. I couldn't be bothered to rinse my mouth out. Perhaps I deserved to be treated like this? I just didn't know anymore. 

I thought of Jeff downstairs. God all I had done to him last night. Maybe he didn't want or deserve that. Maybe he was too frightened to say no! I thought of him no doubt still cuffed to the bed, still with my dirty disgusting panties stuffed in his mouth, and still with that bastard's spunk squeezed against his cock in the condom. It was then I puked spunk into my hand. I just held it. If I was any sort of a woman I would force myself to swallow it as punishment, but I couldn't!

It was nearly 6 when I went downstairs. Just seeing Jeff with my panties still in his mouth had me bursting into tears. I rushed over to him and gently pulled them out as he woke up.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Why the hell was he worrying about me!

"Jeff I'm so sorry, forgive me please Jeff?"

I looked up to his arm it looked blue with cold. It was freezing to touch.

"Why didn't you call out?"

Stupid cow how could he!

"I haven't got the key," I sobbed in panic.

"He put it in the glass just before he left."

I looked at the glass with the spunk stains in it. I cringed as I pulled it out. I undid the lock and rubbed his arm.

"Can you get a bag?"

I looked at him mystified.

"The, condom," he mumbled.

I screwed my eyes up. I went to the kitchen and got a carrier bag.

"You won't tell anyone will you?" I said, brushing away a tear.

"Can you take it off," he said with a gulp.

I pulled back the sheets slowly. I looked at his cock then I looked him in the eyes.

"You're hard," I mumbled in disbelief.

I pulled the rubber off his dick. Don's spunk hadn't dried.

"I'll get a flannel."

I began to wipe his cock clean. Then as I started to dry it in a small towel Jeff started to groan. I looked into his eyes and then closed mine.

"Do you want me to...?"

"Yes!" he hissed.

I removed the towel and pumped him with my bare hand. It soon became slick with his spunk as he groaned and jerked. I felt it trickle through my fingers until Jeff grabbed my wrist stopping my motion.

He moved my hand down to my open dressing gown.

"Please God Jeff, NOOOO!"

He smeared my spunk stained hand onto my pussy, as I stood shaking and crying.

I went back to bed carrying my husband's spunk matted into my pussy hair. Eventually I drifted to sleep hoping I could face him in the morning.

I got him up and could hardily look at him. Again he acted like nothing had happened. It was almost as if he was enjoying my humiliation now. 

Gradually my answers to his questions went from just yes and no to short conversations. I gave him the divorce papers to sign and he did with some difficulty.

His mother turned up to take him to the hospital. 

When he came back I could see his mother was miffed about something. I got Jeff settled in his room he seemed tired from the hospital visit. I walked his mother to the door she hadn't spoke one word to me; all I got was frosty looks.

"Well I hope you take better care of him now. I'm not happy with this at all, for some reason he refuses to go back to Hazel at the moment."

"But I thought he wanted to?" I asked amazed.

"Yes well, we had planned to take him to her house right after his check up. But he became annoyed and said he wanted to stay with you,"

"You could have mentioned it to me when you picked him up," I grizzled.

She took a deep breath and looked down her nose at me.

"She was there you know, at the hospital. Then when they asked him if his wife would like to accompany him, he said yes," she spat, not being able to or not wanting to hide her smug grin.

I could feel tears in my eyes, angry tears!

"I thought you would be glad to see the back of him, he told me you and lover boy had split up," she said, with that smug grin getting wider by the second.

I looked away from her feeling very angry and very embarrassed.

"So he has found another girlfriend. Yes we all had quite a laugh over you, Jeff, Hazel, and me," she sneered.

"What did he say?" I asked, looking at Jeff's closed door.

She chuckled, "Something about you sleeping around behind his back. Honestly you should have let the bed get cold before the next one took over. You really are a whore aren't you?"

"That's a damn lie!" I spat.

"He said you would say that, he said you have had 4 different lovers in the last few months, I bet you had to write names down to remember who was in your bed next!"

I slammed the door after her.

"You bastard what have you told her that for?" I screeched.

He just stared at me with a strange grin on his face.

"You know mum wanted me to go to Hazel's, until I told her that if I moved out of the house it would be harder to get."

I slapped his face as hard as I could. 

"This is my house. Mine! You are not taking this from me, ever!" I bellowed.

I ran up stairs and threw myself on the bed. 

That afternoon I phoned my solicitor and told him to press ahead with the divorce. Now he was showing his true colours. His bloody mother and his ex-wife now had him trying to take my house from me. I wanted to kill him! He agreed to leave, and now if I wasn't careful I'd be the one looking for somewhere to live!

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Some people might ask why I had him back here in the first place. Well I wasn't a vicious cow. I gave him the choice; I even asked if he wanted to go back to his mother's. No he said he would prefer to be with me, even after his ex-wife had been to see him. I knew he told me to wind me up, but he said he didn't want to go back to her at that time. As for a nursing home, he wasn't keen on that, and at the time I felt responsible for his accident. So I hope that makes sense to you all. 

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I slammed his tea down on his tray. As soon as he finished it I wheeled him into his room. I slammed the door leaving him there.

I spent the night crying on the sofa. I wanted out of my life; I hated everything about it right now.

It took me three days to utter a couple of words to him, and that was 'sick bastard' after he got a hard on as I got him ready for bed!

Then he gripped my wrist and pulled my hand to his cock. I slapped his face again only this time with full force that even amazed me!

The next morning I didn't want to go into his room. How the fucking hell I just didn't leave him there to rot was beyond me!

The final straw came a week later. I knew he had been phoning his ex. His mum had given him a mobile phone. I listened at the door not that I needed to because he made it quite obvious. I pushed open the door. He sat in his wheelchair and gave me such a sickly grin.

"See you soon," he said, then closed the phone.

"Over my dead body is she coming in here," I growled.

"She wants to come and measure up for curtains. I can buy you out Amanda."

"When will you get it through your thick skull, this is my house!" I screamed with rage.

"It is our house until I sign it over to you. All you have to do is keep me happy for a couple of months, and then I'll sign it back in your name only."

I shook my head, was he really telling me he was going to let me have the house?

I sat on the bed feeling disgusted with what he told me he wanted. I left his room to think about everything.

Two days later I agreed.

"How do I know you will sign?"

"You just have to trust me. But I promise I will. So what is it to be, take the chance with the courts, or give me what I want?"

"You really don't care how sick this makes me feel do you?" I groaned.

"You saw the way I was when you and Don played with me. Believe me Amanda I loved it. And I bet you did too if you are honest."

"OK but I promise you I'll make it 10 times worse than that!"

He nodded, "Then we start tomorrow?"

"Yes you sick bastard! I'll treat you like shit, that's how much I want my house back!"

I wasn't really sure what to do, all I knew was I had to come up with something along the lines that he had told me. Tease and dominate seemed to be his key words, but sleeping around was something that made me cringe. I know that sounds silly after Don and Gerry, but Jeff wanted me to sleep with any man who bought me a drink! Even though Don was a real bastard to me he could play the game. But he was now out of the picture, but who could fill his shoes?

It took me several days to come up with a plan. Our spare room was in the middle of being decorated when Jeff and I split up. I thought about phoning one of Jeff's friends. I knew he fancied me but it was all just harmless flirting, although I did wonder if he had ever been with Hazel. I quickly dismissed the idea as he was married and it wouldn't really be fair on his wife.

I got a break when I went shopping although at the time I didn't see it as such. I bumped into Gerry we just glanced at each other. He wasn't top of my list of friends, and he gave me a dirty sneer later on round the supermarket. 

"Is Marcus home?" I asked him, as I reached for the cornflakes box.

He looked at me, and I'm sure he could see how nervous I was, as he seemed amused.

"Not for a couple of days, why do you ask?"

"I just thought he would want to see his father," I mumbled, studying the packet.

"Why is that so you can leave him to baby sit while you go out?"

I glanced at his face for the first time. I could see a sly grin on his lips. 

"Jeff doesn't need a babysitter, I can go out when I like, although I haven't got anyone to go with."

I looked away realising just how desperate my last statement sounded.

"Oh that is a shame; I'd offer to take you out but after the last time you would probably get upset again." 

I took a deep breath and mentally crossed my fingers.

"You did treat me like shit. But I took it out on Jeff," I whispered.

He was a little quiet so I jumped in.

"I'm free Saturday night, if, if you want to take me out?" I said nervously.

"I can get guaranteed shag, what makes you think I would fuck you?" he hissed close to my ear.

I was quaking a little now and feeling a little stupid. Two women passed me that I vaguely knew. I could see them watching Gerry and me. He was stood so close to me they must have thought something was going on.

I closed my eyes and swallowed.

"You could stay the night, and I'll do, better," I said cringing.

"Are you that desperate?" he said with a chuckle.

I looked at the two women, they glanced back at me.

"And what about your hubby?"

"It is my house, and he would probably enjoy it. In fact we could give him a little show," I gulped hard.

I stood my ground as I felt his hand on my backside. I saw one of the women nudge the other. She looked back and I could see the look of disgust on her face.

"OK sexy, you've got a deal I'll pick you up at 8."

I felt him give my backside a hard pinch and he chuckled and moved away. The two women just looked on in disbelief and one shook her head. I gripped the shopping trolley hard as hell, and tried to compose myself without much success.

When I got home I felt quite relieved, but at the same time I hoped I wouldn't regret what I had done.

I unpacked the shopping, Jeff was outside.

I stood before my husband letting him take in my appearance. A see-through black blouse with black bra underneath, a tight green skirt 6 inches off my knee, and black tights with black court shoes with a 3 ½ inch heel. 

"I'm going out on a date," I told him straight.

I watched his eyes run over my body again.

"I'm going to bring him back here, and he is going to spend the night in my bed," I said, with very little emotion. 

"Yeah," he panted, expectantly.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it," I said, with a sneer.



Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 07



When Gerry arrived I felt quite nervous. The night would end with the two of us coming back here and having sex. Like I said Gerry was cute but that was all. After our last meeting I wouldn't have touched him with a bargepole, but this was purely about sex to get my house back in my name only.

He looked smart in a pair of beige trousers, which made his ass look good, and a light blue shirt that clung to his muscular frame. His brown hair was cut short, and although he had a few acne scars on his cheeks, I knew he was a hit with the girls.

"Ready then?" he asked confidently.

I nodded. 

Not even a 'you look nice' or any kind comment at all.

We went out and got into a car he had borrowed to pick me up. I saw the curtain twitch out of the corner of my eye. I bet Jeff was hard already!

I drank quite quickly to start with. I just wanted to get to the giggly stage as fast as possibly, though I didn't really think I would. We had met up with a friend of Gerry's, he wasn't an army guy but he seemed nice. He was 6'4" tall with short black hair, slim with grey/blue eyes, and really big hands. 

We were joined later on by a couple of girls; they seemed to be moving in on Gerry. I was getting quite miffed and was considering going home. One started to kiss him and I thought about getting my coat. But to my surprise he pushed her away. 

"Sorry girls I'm with Mandy tonight," he said, and wagged his finger beckoning me to him.

For some reason I moved close to him, and his hand went round my waist. He kissed me real hard, and maybe because of the booze I responded more than I thought I would. I felt a little short of breath afterwards, and got a cold stare from both girls, and they left.

It had suddenly changed the mood. John his mate disappeared to get fresh drinks. And I ended up on Gerry's arm the rest of the night. He started making comments about what he wanted to do to me. They were crude comments but something clicked inside of me, as he whispered how he was going to fuck my brains out, and then tease my husband about marrying a right slut, my pussy became wetter and wetter!

I was looking at all the faces in the pub. All these people laughing and joking, some just talking, and several men eyeing up the talent, I felt even more aroused. What if they could hear all the disgusting things Gerry was whispering to me? At some stage his hand had gone from groping my ass over my tight green skirt, to actually going up my skirt and doing the same!

I tried to pull his hand out but he wouldn't let me.

"Hey you've been letting me do that for a few seconds, so don't get all coy now," he hissed in my ear.

So I didn't I let him maul at my ass for the next few minutes. I saw the girl watchers in the corner (hugging their pints since god knows when), nudge each other and point at the girl in the tight green skirt, letting her boyfriend have a feel of her ass! I went to the loo a few minutes later and I had to walk past the 'wallflower boys' they gave me those little shy looks. I just winked at them which had then acting all nervous.

When I came back I slipped my arm round Gerry's waist and gave him a sloppy kiss then squeezed his ass. I just looked over my shoulder at my watchers and smiled sexily.

In the taxi Gerry was all over me and by this time I was ready! 

He pinned me against the wall outside my house and kissed me passionately. His hand was up the front of my skirt dragging the hem up with it. He was pinching and pulling at my pussy lips and I was getting even hotter. Several times I tried to get his hand down but to be honest it was only half hearted. That was until I heard next doors dog bark. There stood Mr Green with his eyes fixed to exposed tights and panties. I pushed Gerry away and fumbled for the keys. As the door opened I looked back to see Mr Green with a dirty grin on his face.

I soon forgot about him as Gerry dragged me into the living room. He was all over me again.

He pulled my tights down and my panties with them. Then I felt my skirt being unzipped. All this time he jabbed his tongue into my mouth and I was getting a good feel of his cock!

"You better go and see hubby, I'll get us some drinks," he panted.

I went to pull my skirt up but he just yanked it to my ankles.

"Take it off and don't pull your tights and knickers up. I want the old man to see your hot pussy."

I smiled liking his idea, even if he was being crude.

"And don't let him touch you, you got that tart," he groaned, giving my pussy a little poke with his finger.

I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my fanny holding it there for a while. I groaned as he fingered me.

He let me go and I walked or rather stumbled to the door. The feel of my panties and tights pulled down to the tops of my thighs gave me quite a sexy feeling.

I opened the door to Jeff's room and flicked on the light switch. He squinted at the light trying to get accustomed to the brightness. I just stood in the doorway for a while. I saw his eyes flick to my pussy. He looked shocked at first, but he was soon trying to sit himself up to get a better look.

I walked into the room and stood a few feet away from the bed.

"Look at her and how wet she is. I thought you would like to see how ready I am for Gerry."

I looked deep into his eyes as I ran a finger slowly on my pussy. 

"Is she nice and wet?" I asked softly.

"Yes," he panted in reply.

I let out a long low sexy groan as I wiped my wet finger into my fanny hair.

"She is so hot too, you know I can feel her twitching, and opening up inside, waiting for his cock," I purred, and then gave a sexy laugh.

I could see his hand moving slightly under the sheets.

"Do you want to touch her, and feel for yourself?" I said, narrowing my eyes and pouting.

He nodded slowly and licked his lips nervously. His eyes danced from my face to my pussy. He didn't know whether to watch my teasing finger, which was moving slowly around my blonde pussy hair, or stare at my mouth so he could watch the words as they dribbled sexily from my red painted lips.

I took half a step closer.

"You know she is so hot, I bet just one of your shaking fingers would trip me over the edge. Would you like to make me, come?" I whispered slowly.

He panted hard, again licking his dry lips.

"Yes, Pl, please," he blurted out.

"OH, I could come on your finger; you could suck it all night long. Would you like to do that for me?"

"Yeah," he croaked.

"Really?" I asked, in an encouraging excited tone.

"Oh fuck yes," he panted.

I took another half step to the bed, and opened my legs slightly. I ran both my index fingers along each side of my pussy lips. His eyes opened wide, and he was now glued to my fingers. 

"Can I please touch you?" he panted.

"Do you really, really want to?" I asked, in a gasping tone. 

I could see his whole body seemed to be trembling with lust because he was so turned on. My fingers worked slowly as they continued to tease him. I was feather light with my touch, so slight I could feel the folds of my fanny as the moved like long grass in the wind. 

I opened my eyes wide.

"I've shown you mine, I think you should show me yours don't you?" I breathed.

I watched him move his bad arm away with his other hand. The covers slowly pulled back and there was his hard cock.

"You know you really aren't a bad size, most wimps have tiny little dicks so I hear. I mean he used to fit in me so, so snug. But look at her now all pink and puffy. She has moved on from that, she doesn't love him anymore."

My words were very slow and very deliberate. I would pout and mock him slightly. He seemed to be held under my spell; every now and then one word would seem to have an extra effect on him. I didn't really think I had it in me to arouse him so much.

"She wants something bigger, not much, but something that will make her, pout. So do you really want touch her, more than anything else in the world?" I hissed.

He nodded, and it was now I was aware of the beads of sweat on his brow.

He stretched his hand out grunting a little. He was about 6 inches away at full stretch. His fingers were shaking, trembling with excitement.

"Do you want me to move a little closer?" I whispered.

"Yes, please," he answered, with a little whimpering voice.

I moved slightly not even half the distance. I could see his eyes just gazing lustfully between my legs. He could see my blonde pussy hair that pointed straight to my pink lips, and the treasure of my fanny. She was no more than 4 inches from his stretching fingers. I could hear his breathing like he was becoming frustrated. 

"I, I can't reach," he whimpered.

"Try harder. I'll suck you for a little while if you can touch me," I purred.

He stretched further but still he was a couple of inches short. I took a step back. His eyes looked up full of confusion.

"Please," he panted.

"Gerry is calling me, he wants me, and he wants to fuck me."

I took another step back, and just stared into his eyes. His body was quaking now he looked so frustrated. He could see his chance disappearing. Another step back and his hand slowly withdrew.

"She wants him. I have to take her to him." 

I was stood at the doorway now, as Gerry called again.

"Sweet dreams," I said, as I flicked the light off.

I coughed on the whisky drinking down in two quick gulps. It burned my throat a little. Gerry watched with a grin.

"Take me to bed," I pleaded.

He took my hand and we went into the hall.

"How is he?" Gerry asked looking at the door.

"Who cares?" I replied, knowing Jeff would hear it.

I clung to Gerry's back as he fed his cock into me. I was groaning and holding him tight. His cock moved in and out of my juiced pussy. 

"Harder! Harder!" I moaned in his ear.

He pushed in deep with every sharp thrust. I could hear the bed creaking loudly. I knew Jeff would be able to hear it too as his bedroom was right below us. This spurred me on to be more audible. My pants and groans would have been loud enough to get Jeff excited. I began to shudder but for some reason I just couldn't come. 

Gerry was close now and breathing in my ear. He called me a sexy bitch and other such words. Then out of the blue he kissed me full on the lips.

I was quite shocked by this; I thought I was just a fuck!

"Oh god I love you," he mumbled.

I looked at his face. His eyes were closed tight. He didn't mean that, he couldn't have meant it. He was just turned on, but why say that at all?

I felt his cock twitch and he began to shake. There it was he mumbled it again!

"Do you really?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't blow his top. 

He just opened his eyes and looked down at me. He groaned and panted hard but he didn't speak.

Slowly he began to calm down. He was spent now. His head nuzzled into my neck and he kissed me gently just below my ear. There was silence for awhile, and then he got up. He looked a little weary.

"Are you alright? Are you going to be sick?" I asked.

He stopped on his way to the bathroom, and shook his head but he didn't speak.

"Do you love me Gerry?" I asked nervously.

When he came back he started to dress.

"You can stay the night if you want?" I asked in hope.

He didn't answer; in fact he seemed to speed up. I sat back against the pillows. 

Yes I was just a fuck!

Again the next morning nothing was said about last night. I had managed to get into the role of whore in the night, and nurse during the day with little transition between the two. It was something that worried me until I made myself stop thinking about it.

I had to keep focused on the bigger picture, my house!

I answered the door a few days later. I ran my fingers through my hair hoping I didn't look too dishevelled. 

"Hi Marcus, be quiet your dad is asleep," I whispered.

He followed me into the kitchen. 

"He has only just gone to sleep. I'll make us a cup of tea; do you want something to eat?"

"Oh Jesus stop twittering on."

"Sorry I'm just pleased to see you," I said, feeling a little hurt.

I heard Jeff call, "Amanda is that Marcus?"

They talked for an hour or so in Jeff's room. Then Marcus appeared in the kitchen. I saw his reflection in the mirror. He was watching me, or rather my legs. I had spent the day teasing Jeff in a short orange skirt that came to mid thigh. I had black opaque tights on and black high heels. I wore my see-through black blouse with a lacy black bra underneath. 

I pretended not to see him for awhile. Then our eyes caught each other in the mirror. I swallowed feeling a little embarrassed.

"Dad wants to go for a walk down by the river; he said we could have tea in the pub."

"Ok well I'll get him up."

He grabbed my arm as I went to walk past him.

"I've done that," he said.

I watched his eyes they looked deep into mine. He let go as my mind went back to the night he pinned me against the wall.

"OK, I'll go and get changed."

"Why you look OK?" he said, just staring into my eyes.

"I've got a hole in my tights, and this skirt is a little flimsy," I mumbled.

"So?" he hissed.

"Well it's windy out."

"Look dad is ready now. Here put these on," he said, grabbing a pair of honey coloured tights from the washing basket.

I went upstairs and changed my tights. I fixed my make-up in a few minutes.

"Come in," I answered, to the knock on my bedroom door.

"Dad wants you to wear your orange shoes."

I swallowed, "They re a little too high they have a 5 inch, heel."

"He said he bought them for you and you haven't worn them once, he said they would look nice with the skirt."

I looked at what he was staring at on the bed. I saw my pink panties that I had worn yesterday. I could feel my face going red.

"OK I'll be down in a minute," I said rather rushed.

He looked at me, and then at my panties that I swiped off the bed.

I put my orange shoes on which made me a lot taller. I saw my legs in the mirror they seemed to go on forever!

I went to the toilet and when I wiped myself I couldn't believe how wet I was!

I saw two pairs of eyes watching my legs descend the stairs. Jeff looked quite guilty about leering at me. But Marcus just looked cool and confident. His eyes flicked up to my face. I couldn't help it I just gave him a little coy smile. We walked along the river bank and for some reason Marcus wanted to push Jeff in the wheelchair, even though it had a motor. I was very conscious of my high heels clicking along the tarmac path. I looked down at my legs and my little orange skirt that flicked about in the wind.

Two men passed and quite openly gave my legs a quick glance. I turned my head away and looked at Marcus. He had a half smile on his face.

"Enjoy that did you?" he whispered.

I turned away annoyed by his comment.

We sat in the Pub and had our meal. Marcus was teasing the young waitress. At one point he asked her out. I felt sorry for her.

"I don't think you should have asked her that," I said quietly.

"God Amanda he is only having some fun."

I saw a grin between Jeff and Marcus. It seemed to annoy me even more.

"She is working, she shouldn't have to put up with that," I hissed quietly.

She came back with the bill and handed Marcus a slip of paper. She gave him a smile then left.

"You little stud," Jeff said with a grin.

"See if you don't ask you don't get," Marcus said, with a little glance at me.

"You are not going to phone her?" I asked in shock.

"Go on son you fill your boots," Jeff said.

Dave Jeff's decorator friend was playing darts; he seemed rather drunk but soon came over. He talked to Jeff and Marcus while I went to the loo. When I came back he put his arm round me like he usually did. 

"So how are you sexy legs," he said in a joking manner.

Marcus just stared at me with a 'get out of that one' look on his face. I felt Dave's hand slip to my backside and he gave it two quick pats. I could feel myself cringing, as both Jeff and Marcus seemed to be enjoying my embarrassment.

"So how about a game of darts with the boys Marcus?"

"No but Amanda might like to."

I gave Marcus a filth look. But try as I did Dave wouldn't take no for an answer.

I was very aware of my short skirt riding up my thighs as I bent over picking up all the darts I kept dropping. At one point I heard a gasp and a chuckle, from two of Dave's friends. Several times I glanced at Marcus; he was watching every move I made. I saw him talking to the waitress at one point, and he seemed to be touching her elbow for quite awhile.

"I'm not very good at this Dave why don't you help me?"

I looked down at Jeff and Marcus as Dave grabbed my hips. I knew what this would be doing to Jeff. But I was more interested in teaching my stepson a lesson.

I giggled just for the watching men as Dave moved my hips round. He was stood behind me now, and as my ass swivelled I felt his groin rub across it.

"Shame we're not playing pool," he whispered in my ear, "in that short skirt you would hardily keep yourself covered."

My fingers trembled on the dart. I could hardily hold it let alone throw it!

"Amanda we are going home now."

I smiled inside at Marcus calling me back. It wasn't that I was jealous of him flirting with the waitress. I was just making a point, though after so many white wines, which point, had escaped me for the moment! 

Marcus handed me a large wine. Now I really was confused.

"I'll put dad to bed before I leave. He said you can stay and enjoy yourself. Or you can come home now."

I knew he was deliberately testing me, and the look on his face dared me to stay.

"Come on then," he said with a smirk.

He was so bloody sure I wouldn't stay. I wanted to wipe that smug grin off of his face once and for all.

I lowered my head. 

"I'm sorry Dave I'm not really any good at darts," I said.

I looked at Marcus, and his grinned widened.

"But maybe you could teach me how to play pool now?" I said watching my stepson's face. 



Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 08



Dave and his three friends took me into the back room. It only had one door and tiny windows high in the walls. The three teens in there got told where to go, and I heard the door being locked. I backed against the table and Dave knelt between my legs. I was shaking like hell, and I looked round at the other three men's faces. Before when we played darts the looks were more discreet, but now my legs and breasts were receiving open leers! I looked down at Dave's head. I shuddered and gasped as I felt his hands slowly push my legs apart. Just the feel of his fingers on my nylon clad legs, had me wobbling on my 5 inch heels. I quaked as he lifted my skirt and kissed me through my panties and tights. I gasped as three sets of eyes looked on. I brushed my hair back nervously; the other men could see I wasn't coping very well. It seemed to give them more confidence, and soon the leers to my red face became dirty grins. One of the men began to grope himself through his trousers, when he saw that I had noticed he ran his tongue along his lips.

Dave kissed and sucked my tights and panties into his mouth. My head was turned and someone began kissing me hard. I responded and different hands tugged at the poppers on my blouse. I could feel Dave's hands pulling my tights and panties down all in one.


"Oh look at that bush!" Dave spat. 

I felt my bra being forced up quite roughly exposing my breasts to the greedy eyes. The guy who was kissing my mouth suddenly groaned as his lips clamped to my nipple.

"Ouch!" I whimpered, as my nipple felt pinched. 

I felt a finger search for my pussy. I wriggled a little, and it slipped in. Dave's tongue was now on my clit. I began pushing his head away a little. Someone turned my face and my eyes saw a zipper going down. I looked up and saw the guy stood on the pool table. He smile down at me and I looked at his erect cock.

"No," I whimpered, as I felt him push into my mouth

"God what's up with you, you're as dry as shit!" Dave spat.

I pushed his head away, while still trying to get the cock out of my mouth, and the lips off my breasts. The guy began forcing his cock in my mouth choking me. I just couldn't help it I bit him hard! He cursed and fell back holding his groin in pain.

"Jesus Amanda!" Dave spat, as he let me go after I nearly pulled his ear off.

"You fucking bitch!" 

I looked down to see the guy who had been sucking my breast, trying to stop the blood from the scratches I made on his neck.

I looked at them and rushed to the door. I shook the handle but the door was locked. I turned to the fourth man who was holding the key.

"Please unlock the door," I said, with a panicking voice.

He just looked at me with a real cold stare.

"Look what you have done!" he spat, making me jump.

The other three men just stood nursing various injuries.

"You asked them in here, you wanted it, and you didn't object when they started on you."

"I'm sorry I thought, I, well I made a mistake," I whimpered, as I shook the door handle again.

"So we just let you go is that it?"

I began to cry.

"That won't wash with me lady. The least you can do is offer them some compensation."

"Money!" I screeched in bewilderment.

I covered my breasts with my blouse when I saw him leering at them.

"Kneel down and open your blouse," he spat.

I felt really scared. I thought of screaming but there was something about him that had me deciding against it. He wasn't like the others at all. I had never seen him before.

"Just let them have a wank on those lovely tits, and we'll call it quits," he said softly.

I looked at the three men. They were quiet now and waiting for my answer.

"You enjoyed it up until a certain point. I've been watching you all evening. You kept looking at that young man. That was the turn on for you wasn't it. I don't know why maybe you tried to make him jealous."

"I wasn't, he is my stepson, I don't fancy him like that," I groaned.

"Maybe, or maybe not, but I work with people like you, I know a sexual hang up when I see it."

"I'm not like that!" I spat.

"No? Two of these men have got it in them to rape you, the third I don't think he has."

"You're just guessing you don't know that," I spat, trying to call his bluff.

I looked at the three men. If he was right I wouldn't know which of them would, and which of them wouldn't.

"Something Dave said about you being dry swung it. After all that teasing in the bar that turned you on, but as soon as the young guy left I saw the change in you."

I shook my head. This man had me all wrong. I didn't want it going this far, although I did I suppose come in here.

"So what is it to be lady? If you are worried about them spreading it about, I'm sure they won't. They are all married and I don't think they will tell anyone." 

I shuddered as he turned me to face them. He pushed slowly on my shoulders until I was on my knees. He reached down and opened my blouse with such a delicate touch, that I didn't even attempt to stop him! I looked up at the three men. They seemed to be crowding round me. I could feel my body trembling, but I stayed where the man had put me.

I saw three cocks being pulled just a foot away from me. I couldn't stop watching them despite how it made me feel inside. The fourth man stood behind me, and he spoke again.

"I bet you wanted your husband and stepson to stay didn't you? Wouldn't you like them to be here now, watching?"

I was panting as three hard cocks waited for their owners to find the right stroke, to make them shoot their precious cargo.

"It would be nice to have them here. They could see how much you turned on these three men. Not a wimp like your husband. These men are only interested in your sexy, young, body."

I felt quite calm now, even knowing that in a few minutes these men would come on my tits!

The groaning got louder and heavier.

"Not long now lady. I know I keep calling you lady not slut, or whore, because you are not. You are a lady and this just a game that is all, like the games you play at home. Only this time you are alone. That shouldn't frighten you. That should excite you!"

The first splatter of spunk hit my breasts.

"Does that feel good lady?"

I looked down to see three string jets of spunk on my soft white breasts. I could feel them hot and wet.

"What would your husband and stepson think if they saw that?"

"OOHHH!" I exclaimed, as Dave grunted and shot onto my left breast.

His face was red and he was shaking almost uncontrollably. I felt a hand on my head, it just cradled my skull. It seemed gentle and caring, so much so, that I found myself slowly rolling my head back into his soft fingers. I looked round at him. 

"Do you, want, to...."

"If I do it will be in your mouth," he said softly. 

He was waiting for the trembling woman to give him permission. I just looked at the unbelievably large lump in his trousers, and he grinned at me 

"Oh yes, wouldn't that be such a tease. Your husband would never measure up to anything you wanted again. You would despise him forever. He would love that wouldn't he?"

"Yes!" I gasped finally. 

I reached out running my hand down its length. There it was stood to attention, the biggest cock I had ever seen! I moved closer almost in a trance like state.

"NO! No you don't suck me. You just open your mouth; I'll do all the work."

I tipped my head back a little and opened my mouth wide. I heard a comment from behind me.

"SHHHH!" the man hissed, with a little anger in his voice.

He began pumping himself. What I thought was his spunk wasn't. This slightly runny liquid oozed from his cock. I let it dribble into my mouth. I had actually tipped my head right under the edge of his big wonderful cock so it just dropped in!

"What is your stepson's name?" he spat.

"Marcus," I answered quickly, and then opened my mouth wide.

"Get ready lady. Just think of Marcus now. Think of his glorious hot spunk," he spat through gritted teeth.

He held my head still gently but so firmly. I moved my head back in shock, as the first huge jet shot like a bolt of lightning into my mouth. I swallowed, and just managed to get my mouth open in time, as the next white sticky jet hit the back of my throat. The third caught my top lip, because I was coming so hard. The fourth went up over my head somewhere, and I heard someone shuffle back trying to escape the 'spunk missile'. I still waited with my mouth open and got the next right in. I had never had so much of the stuff before!

"Clean me," he panted.

I could only just get the head of his huge black cock in my mouth. I used my teeth pressing on his cock head gently to open his hole. Then I sucked and licked my tongue occasionally over the oozing spunk!

"Oh Jesus that's good with your teeth!" he said a little surprised.

I smiled for him, but I still kept cleaning his hole!

The other men left at some point, and the stranger had to push me away before somebody came in.

"So was I right about everything?" he said, as he did up his trousers. 

"Only about my husband being a wimp," I said, looking for something to wipe the drying spunk from my tits with.

He pulled me to him and started to do up my blouse, I didn't resist.

"Your stepson is the key man in your life, not your husband."

"Oh no you got that dead wrong, I was just so turned, on, earlier," I said, a little annoyed.

"Have it your way lady, but you'll have to admit it sooner or later. What is your husband's name?"

"Jeff."

He leant towards me and pressed my blouse to my chest, causing me to gasp a little.

"And what is your stepson's name?"

"Marcus."

"And Marcus gets a smile, but your husband's name doesn't?"

"You caught me off guard." I snapped.

"We'll your only on guard if you are trying to hide the truth."

I wanted out of there now, what he was saying was just stupid. 

When I got to home the house was in darkness. I couldn't believe I had walked home alone in the dark. My mind I knew was on other things, but even so? I looked at the card that the black man had given me. I put my bag down in the hall. I thought I'd look in on Jeff but decided not to. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a flannel; the drying spunk on breasts had started to annoy me now. I opened my blouse and screamed as I was spun round from behind!

"Marcus!"

He looked down at my bare tits. I closed my eyes in disgust. Not at him seeing my breasts again, but the white stains they proudly showed.

"God look at them! Look at them!" he screeched.

I went to wipe the flannel across them but he held my wrist away. I broke down crying.

"Get what you want did you? Let them leave their mark!" he hissed.

I tried to get away but he held me tight, pushing my arms up and pinning them against the wall.

"God I can even smell it on your breath, you disgusting slut!" he roared.

He dragged me by my hair into the lounge and shoved me hard onto the couch. He yanked of my shoes and then ripped my tights and panties off in one, sharp, swift, movement. I struggled hard pleading with him to stop. He pushed his lips hard against mine. I was still crying but he forced his tongue in my mouth. 

I felt a finger push roughly into my pussy. He looked down shocked when he felt how wet I was.

"Go on fuck me then!" I spat, with my voice trembling with rage.

I grappled with his zip.

"Go on you want me, take me you bastard fuck me!"

I pulled his cock out and began rubbing it against my pussy. It was now I became gentle. He had let go of my legs and had sat back. He seemed in trance as he watched me teasing his cock between my cunt lips. I looked up to him with my tear stained eyes. 

"Please," I whimpered. 

I felt his cock head push into me, just his head.

"Please Marcus I want you so much," I said, starting to cry again.

He looked down at his cock, and he gulped.

"I need you Marcus, please don't pull out!" I whispered frantically.

I felt his cock slowly pull away from me. He got off the couch and silently did his trousers up.

I pulled my skirt down and closed my legs. I began sobbing cuddling a cushion. The light went out, and the front door closed softly. 

What sort of a sick bitch was I?

I woke up on the couch in the early hours of the morning. I was cold, and I slowly forced myself up to bed. I curled up in the quilt I just wanted to stay there forever! I eventually forced myself into the shower, and I stayed under the running water for ages, occasionally sobbing, and sometimes angry. 

I got dressed and realised that I was still tied to the man downstairs, why the hell was I stupid enough to let him back? He could have managed. He could have made them keep him in hospital. I wasn't paid by the bloody NHS! God I wasn't even paid!

Life struggled on for the next few days. Then when I got home from the shops Marcus was there, with the girl from the pub. They were talking to Jeff. I felt a little strange being there with him. He kept looking at me out the corner of his eye.

"Dad says you will go out with us."

"Did he now?" I said, looking at Jeff coldly.

"I've phoned Gerry he'll be here at 8,"

"I want to talk to your father, alone."

"So you are fixing me up with dates now?" I said, giving him a glare.

"I'll sign the house over to you tomorrow."

I just stood staring at him for a few moments.

"Is that a promise," I asked suspiciously.

He began to wriggle his fingers slowly.

"I think I can hold a pen long enough to sign my name," he said, as he concentrated on moving his fingers.

I watched him for awhile, part of me was pleased for him, but I really didn't give a shit anymore!

"Look I've been practising."

He reached under his pillow and pulled out a slip of paper. I half snatched it from him and read it.

"That is my condition, do as I want and I'll sign it."

I heard Marcus and his new girlfriend laughing and larking about in the back garden. I walked into Jeff's room. His eyes took a long look at my clothing. I wore the tight pink jumper he had bought me last year, I hated it, I was sure only a tart would wear a jumper like this! It didn't quite reach my navel, and hung off of my left shoulder. My breasts dropped a couple of inches due to being braless. With it I wore a black pleated skirt 6 inches off my knees.

"Show me," he groaned.

I looked away disgusted with myself, and lifted my hem up above my black stocking tops until my naked pussy was on show. As I let the hem fall his eyes ran down to my shoes, they were black 3 ¾ inch heels, opened toed with a pink cross running over the top.

"Well do I look like the slut you imagined?" I hissed.

"You are not wearing a suspender belt."

"I don't need to they are hold-ups," I spat.

Marcus was a little shocked by my appearance, as I stood in the kitchen doorway. Ellie looked me up and down. I could see her thinking 'fucking slut'.

"You look great," she said, but couldn't hide her true feelings.

I don't know if she was taking the piss, or not. But she did ask me where I had got the jumper from. They went inside and as Marcus passed me he just looked at me like I was a cheap whore. I moved outside onto the patio. I did feel like I was dressed to go out on the pull, I'm sure Jeff would get a real kick out of thinking of me trying to keep myself decent.

"Hello Mandy, going out again then?"

I could see the leer on Jack Green's face. He might just as well have asked me, if it was worth him taking the dog for a midnight stroll.

"Yes," I snapped, feeling quite embarrassed.

I turned to go in and a gust of wind caught my skirt. I felt the hem flick up and brush my elbows. I brushed it down quickly and looked over my shoulder. He saw alright! 

"Mind you don't catch a chill," he mumbled.

I slammed the door and locked it. I closed my eyes and shuddered as I thought Green had now seen my naked ass!



Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 09



Even Gerry was a little surprised by what I was wearing, but he soon settled into enjoying the view.

I went to check on Jeff. I took the handcuff and snapped it round his good arm, and then up under the pillow to the bed rail. I stopped.

"Do it," he hissed.

I really didn't want to even though right now I hated him, I snapped the handcuff to the bed.

"Happy now are you Jeff?" I grizzled.

As we sat in the pub I was very aware that my pussy was naked underneath my skirt. I had to be careful how I sat. I saw Marcus taking sly glances at me as Gerry held my hand. After a few wines I had relaxed a little more. Marcus was sat with his arm around Ellie. Now and then they would kiss, and Marcus would look straight at me with a slight mocking grin on his face. I watched him grab Ellie's ass as she got up to go to the loo. She gave a stupid little giggle. God she was so bloody childish!

"Hey you're wearing stockings," Gerry whispered in my ear.

I looked down at his hand as he traced a finger over my thigh. I grabbed his hand before it went right up my skirt. I looked over to Marcus but he wasn't there. He was stood at the bar talking to a couple of his mates.

I stood at the bar with Gerry, now he knew I had stockings on he was trying to grope up my skirt all the time. I had to eventually tell him I wasn't wearing panties before the whole pub got to see!

I wish I hadn't said anything because it just made him worse. I began discreetly fighting his hands off. I could see Marcus watching me. 

"Gerry please, you mustn't do that!" I hissed in a whisper.

He just grinned drunkenly at me. Marcus too was grinning at me and Ellie looked rather shocked, and disgusted. Shit they must have seen!

I took a deep breath and pretended not to care. As I walked back to them I was aware of men grinning at me, and the odd look of disdain from the girls. 

Gerry came back and was all over me again. He was really getting drunk now. 

We went onto the next pub, and Gerry pulled me into an alley. He began kissing me and squeezing my breast, his hand had pushed up under my jumper. I started pushing him off until I saw Marcus watching.

"When you two have finished we'll be in the Rose."

I don't know what came over me at that point. I grabbed Gerry's hand and shoved it up my skirt. Marcus just stood there watching. Gerry pinched my fanny lips real hard. I winced and screamed out.

All of a sudden he was gone. Marcus was pulling him back into the road. He was holding him hard by his face. He was telling him something I don't know what. Then Marcus jumped back as Gerry puked.

"Fuck look what you've done now!" Marcus screamed at me.

"ME!" I shrieked in disbelief.

"Oh gross!" Ellie spat.

"Ellie I'm sorry," Marcus began.

"OH fuck you! You and your tart of a stepmother can fuck off!"

I got a taxi home leaving Marcus to deal with Gerry. 

I undid the handcuff and stormed out of Jeff's room, ignoring his pleas to tell him what had happened.

I went upstairs feeling really pissed off. I heard Marcus come in and his footsteps on the stairs. 

My bedroom door burst open and I spun round in shock. I grabbed my pink jumper to my chest. 

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I spat.

He moved forward.

"Shut up or dad will call out," he spat.

My words became muffled by Marcus's hand over my mouth. I struggled and kicked his leg, luckily I still hand my shoes on!

He cringed and swore, and then shoved me back on the bed.

I opened my mouth to have another go at him but he dived on me. His hand went over my mouth again. I struggled but he just pinned me there, until several minutes later I quit trying to get him off.

"Do you know what you looked like in that pub tonight? Most of the men saw your cunt. You really deserved what Gerry was doing to you!"

He stared down at my tits again. I grabbed my pink jumper to try and cover my chest. He just pinned my arms out stretched. His eyes went to my heaving breasts.

His head bowed slightly.

"Don't you dare?" I whispered.

He stopped then looked from my eyes back to my tits. His head started moving slowly down. I struggled now trying to fight him off.

"No you bastard," I grizzled in his ear.

"You go around prick teasing then this is what you deserve!"

"FUCK!" I screeched, as his cock pushed hard into me.

His hand went over my mouth once again, and he just held me there. We just stared into each others eyes.

"You think you're god's gift don't you? You're not, you think I fancy you but I don't."

I felt him push hard into me again, just one deep thrust.

"I'm going to pull out now and leave you," he hissed.

"Why can't you finish what you started? Am I too old for you, do you need them young so they haven't had better? I hissed.

He jabbed into me again.

"Oh careful another one and you'll shoot!" I moaned.

"Oh you really are a good prick tease I'll give you that. But you really deserve to be punished."

I just looked up into his face. He was bright red. But I saw the slightly frightened look he was trying to hide.

"Go on then do me you have wanted to for ages, touching me pretending to tease your father. The only person you teased was yourself. And now you haven't got the balls to do anything about!" I snapped viciously.

I felt him start to withdraw.

"Yeah go on pull out. I can get a hundred cocks better than you! All those men in the pub that saw me, Hell! I might just go back there. You think I'm a slut, then I'll have no problem will I?"

He was panting hard again. I could see him thinking hard.

I went to push myself up. He pushed me back down and rammed hard up me. I winced and gasped.

"No you fucking bitch. You are going to pay for your prick teasing slut!"

I began struggling hard again. Marcus was now holding me down and rocking his hips back and forth.

"You are going to take this you bloody slag!" he snapped, as he grabbed my face.

I began panting trying to push him off. He just matched my force with his greater strength. I wriggled and managed to get a hand free. I pulled his hair back hard. He grabbed the hollows of my cheek forcing my mouth open. His tongue slipped into my mouth. I shook my head free.

His lips locked onto mine again as his cock slid in and out. God I was so wet down there, I hoped he didn't think I was enjoying this?

I felt his hand ease on my wrist. Now was my chance to push him off. I mustered all my strength ready and took a deep breath.....I waited........I waited some more.....

My tongue began to welcome his. My hand that had pulled his hair away from me now began to hold his head. My other hand went onto his backside and pulled it into me. My hips started rocking to meet his thrusts that had now become less frantic. His tongue slipped out of my mouth with a plop, and we both gasped for air. 

I clung to him as he gently nibbled my ear. I whimpered encouraging him. 

"OOOOHHHHH!" I groaned in delight.

I felt warm inside my body, I was quivering and the rush between my legs was so wonderful!

I cooed and moaned. This was heaven, just one long constant orgasm. I could feel tears in my eyes I was so happy.

I looked up into Marcus's face. He was panting and his eyes were closed. He looked so beautiful. 

His body began to shudder, and he grimaced.

"I can't hold on!" he panted.

"Then don't, give it to me Marcus, don't hold on,"

He gave a long shudder, and his arms that held him up buckled a little. 

"Oh I can feel it, "I groaned, as my eyes watered with joy.

He collapsed on top of me. We held each other, sometimes stroking each other sometime just little gentle kisses.

Marcus began to sleep, and I gently rolled him off of me. I pulled the covers up on his body, and I ran my fingers through his hair. We heard crying from down the hall.

When I got back to bed Marcus stirred.

"Is he alright?"

"Yeah just a dream I think," I replied.

He watched me undress, and now and then we shared a little smile. 

I waited on the station with Jackie and Nick. Their daddy was due home from his 4 month tour of duty in Germany. Jackie was 5 and Nick 3. 

I saw Julie on the station with a black man; she looked at him as he went to the loo.

"Anne right?"

"Amanda," I corrected.

She looked at the kids I could tell she didn't like children much.

"You bought my house."

"Yeah, well I split up with Barry; we sold the house to some guy who plans to rent it out. Listen would you mind doing me a favour."

Her eyes shot quickly to the toilet door.

Before I could refuse she stuffed an envelope into my bag.

I turned my attention to the train, still wondering why I shouldn't let the black man know about the envelope.

I cried when I saw him, my husband. He ran up to us and hugged all three of us.

"Oh Marcus I've missed you so, so much." 

We shared a long passionate kiss, and then he picked up the kids in each arm. I went to pick up his bag but I was soon struggling with the weight.

"Here allow me."

"Who was that?" Marcus asked.

"Oh Julie's stepfather I think."

Marcus grabbed my hair giving it a playful tug.

"You know what happens to girls who act like a slut?" he whispered.

I smiled.

We got the kids settled in the car. I sat behind the wheel, and opened the bottom half of my coat.

"Oh dear I was in such a rush I forgot my skirt," I said with a chuckle.

Marcus fondled my leg, and we kissed.

The kids stayed up a little later than normal, but as soon as they were safely tucked up in bed, I could see I was in for one hell of a night!

I got into bed first watching him undress. His body was quite well tanned and still as fit as the day I married him. 

"God you've got a great ass," I purred with delight.

He turned round and there it stood in all its glory.

"Hey did you start without me?" I joked.

He giggled, and then reached under the covers, and yanked me down the bed by my ankles. I twisted and wriggled trying to get away. I began giggling as his head disappeared and I felt him kiss my stocking tops. I tried to close my legs giggling like some excited schoolgirl. I threw the bedcovers off and started pounding him with the pillow. 

Finally he pinned me to the bed and lay on top of me. That was when the larking stopped.

"God I love you Amanda," he said, looking deep into my eyes.

We kissed softly and tenderly at first.

"Have you missed me?" I asked.

"Yeah of course I have. Have you missed me?"

"Well I suppose. Now and then when a bulb needed changing?" 

He slipped my hand onto his hard dick; it soon stopped me joking around. I began to squeeze his cock in a sort of pulsing motion.

"God I've missed him," I said, smiling into his eyes.

I guided him to my wet fanny and started to rub him on my lips. He pushed into me, and I gasped. He started pushing slowly in and out. 

"I love you," I groaned.

He began thrusting deeper, and buried his head in my neck. I stroked my fingers over his back savouring every inch of his skin. Slowly I moved down to his backside and began pulling him into me. I could already feel myself getting close to an orgasm. 

This was the man I loved, and he made me so very happy. I couldn't imagine life without him, or anyone else. 

He began stroking faster, and then slowed a little.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"No don't be. If you want to get carried away do it," I whispered into his ear.

He began bucking harder again. I lifted my legs around his back drawing him deeper.

"Fuck me harder," I panted.

I closed my eyes as his speed increase. I clung to his tight ass and pulled him quicker. 

"Harder Marcus, harder," I whimpered.

My legs started to shake and I bit my bottom lip. Marcus started panting and his motion was now quite frantic. I could feel his balls slapping on my ass.

"Wait, not yet.....not yet!" I groaned excitedly.

His cock was going the full length now. Right in and right out!

I screeched and held on tight. My legs began to shake more violently. I could feel sweat from both our bodies running into one.

"Now darling now!" I hissed.

We shuddered and held each other tighter. I gasped a long low whimper that turned into a scream of ecstasy. I could feel his cock pulse at the same time, he jabbed it deep and held it there. He gradually pulled out then rammed again.

"I can feel it!" I screamed.

He collapsed holding himself deep in me; I was still shuddering feeling my whole body tingle. His cock pulsed and pulsed, as his spunk fired deep into my soaked cunt.

We panted and gasped together, just clinging to each other and coming back down.

This was my heaven.

"Are you crying again you silly cow?"

"I'm not the only one," I grinned, and wiped away a tear from his cheek.

"No your son is as well, god he's got a knack he must know when we are at it."

He got off the bed and pulled his pants on.

"At least he lets us finish," I giggled.

Christmas morning was fantastic, and as usual it rained rather than snowed. This was only our second Christmas together since Jackie had been born; Marcus had been overseas for the others. We loaded the kids into the buggy and walked round to Marcus's parents for dinner. 

I stopped off at Jenny's house to deliver the envelope Julie had asked me to post. We had only gone a few yards down the road when Jenny came running out of the house.

Where the hell is she?" she screeched.

I saw tears streaming from her face. An older woman was also hot on Jenny's trail.

"Did you post these?" she bellowed at me.

I clung to Marcus. The old woman couldn't stop and knocked Jenny over. Photos went tumbling to the ground. 

Marcus picked them up, and I saw one of two men that seemed to be cuddling on a bed!

"Julie asked my wife to post them through your door, and if you frighten my kids I'll bloody well brain you woman or not!" 

I pulled Marcus back.

"Now just calm down and go home," Marcus snapped.

Jenny snatched the photo away from Marcus. The older woman turned and started shouting at two men that had followed them. All sorts of insults started flying at the men as Marcus and I left them.

"Did you see that photo?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah come on I don't want to think about it."



Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 10



I could see Hazel casting an eye over the clothes I wore. She realised I was teasing Jeff in my short skirts and low tops. Even so we shared a little grin between us. We sat watching telly and entertaining the kids, and then got them home to bed.

I bumped into one of my old neighbours a few weeks later. Marcus had gone into a record shop, and I was outside with the kids.

She started rambling on about the strange goings on at my old house. 'That Julie girl' as she referred to her, was screaming her head off a few days before Christmas. Before that there was a woman staring through her garage and then she fled in tears! A few minutes later some man was running in and out of the garage in just his underpants! 

"Mrs Heaney you shouldn't spy on people," I said, holding back a chuckle.

"Well it has never been the same since your poor mother died," she said, with an indignant sniff.

She looked down and gave the kids a smile, and then looked back at me. I was remembering the photos that had dropped on the pavement. Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"That new family living at your old house now, I don't like them. Well that daughter of his, her school skirt is no bigger than a belt!"

"Its just fashion Mrs Heaney," I said, now unable to control my giggles.

"Yes well, but I'm sure the girl is nearly as old as the mother."

My laughing had subsided a little.

"I expect you got a little confused." I offered.

"Oh no dear she had a school uniform, I mean they look more like sisters, but she called her mum, and she called the man dad, but she didn't seem happy about it. No dear I'm sure something is going in your old house. I know people think I see things and I'm a little crazy, but I'm sure it's a story we shall be hearing about in the future."

I smiled but I must admit I was a little curious myself.

Two weeks before Marcus went back to Germany he went to the races with his friends. I wasn't expecting him until late and when the door opened I felt a little flustered.

"You are home early?"

"Yeah the racing was called off, too foggy. I thought you were cleaning up today wasn't that the idea of mum having the kids?"

"I, I didn't really feel like it," I mumbled.

"Why are you wearing your dressing gown?" 

"I thought we could have a little fun before the kids get home."

"So have you been on your own all day?"

"Yeah of course," I said, with a smile that dropped when I saw him looking at the two coffee cups.

"Oh a Faye came round for a chat. Look I'm just going to the loo and, well why don't you give me 5 minutes then come upstairs," I said gulping.

"Are you wearing stockings?"

"I told you I was getting ready for you," I replied.

I began hurriedly tidying the bed.

"Have you been back to bed today?"

I jumped.

"No what ever gave you that idea?" I asked nervously.

"Because when I left this morning you had made the bed. And why is your hair all messed up?"

I watched him move to the dressing table.

"Marcus that's my phone put it down."

I tried to wrestle it off him. He just shoved me back on the bed and stood looking down at me.

"I thought I saw Gerry down the end of the road."

"He came here, he came to see you," I said frantically, "please put my mobile down."

I tried to get it away from him again; he just grabbed my hair and held it tight making me scream.

"You whore!" he spat.

He lowered the phone to my face, and I closed my eyes not wanting to see the message I had sent.

"Get round here now and fuck my brains out," he read off the screen.

"We didn't do anything I swear, it's just a bit of fun to, to tease you, I swear!"

I knew he didn't believe me.

"Put stockings on for me babe," Marcus read off the screen.

He threw my phone down on the bed, and I soon followed it!

"We didn't do anything Marcus, we didn't I promise. I've never been unfaithful to you I swear!" I screeched in panic.

He grabbed my hand and rubbed it over my exposed chest. Then he turned it to my face. He looked mad as hell!

"Lick it."

"No," I whimpered.

"Lick it, lick it you slut!" 

Slowly I licked it as Marcus looked down with a disgusted sneer.

"You're a fucking whore aren't you?"

I cringed as he grabbed me by the shoulders, lifted me off the bed, and then threw me back down again.

I put my hand over my face waiting for a slap, or something worse. He started grabbing at my ankles I began kicking but he soon had them pinned to the bed.

He pushed himself forward, and then grabbed my hair again until I stopped crying and struggling. We looked into each others eyes. He looked livid, and I was praying he wouldn't slap me.

"Did he fuck you?" he growled.

I shook my head, trying to stop my bottom lip trembling.

"No I wouldn't let him, I wouldn't let anyone fuck me Marcus, only you, I love you!" I grovelled.

I felt him pull at the dressing gown that was trapped between us.

"No wait Marcus let me go and wash my face, you don't want to fuck me when I've got an, another man's spunk on my face do you?" 

He just stopped and sat back slightly. I smiled through my tears. 

"I'll make it good for you sweetheart, I, I'll do anything you want," I begged.

"Anything?" he said, after a few moments. 

I saw a chink of light if only I could get back into his good books. I loved him so much.

"What would you want me to do?" I whispered, and let a trembling finger stroke his face.

"Mum hates you, she told me to dump you. She said she would never forgive you for marrying me not even if you spent the day kissing her feet."

"What?" I groaned.

"I told her that if ever you cheated on me, I'd make you kiss her feet and kiss her ass."

"God Marcus no!"

"Why not, I bet dad would love to watch, and I'm sure mum would get a kick out of having your tongue up her ass for a few hours."

I struggled trying to get away.

"That's sick you bastard!" I hollered.

I felt him ram his cock into me really hard. He smiled, enjoying the pained expression on my face, and the scream that rushed from my mouth.

"Oh yeah Amanda just imagine her big plump ass, smothering your poor horrified face."

He thrust deeper and harder.

I couldn't struggle any longer. I began to grip his ass. He was fucking me so hard I swear the bed base was banging on the floor. He gave my face a slap, I just slapped him back and he buried his face in my neck and called me a whore. 

"Am I nice and wet where Gerry had me?" I spat in his ear.

That was it he rammed even faster and deeper.

"I'm glad Gerry's not in the army anymore. He comes round and takes me and the kids out."

"Fucking bitch!"

"Oh didn't you know?" I asked, with a mocking chuckle.

"He wouldn't do that you fucking bitch!" he hissed.

"We went to the zoo just before you got back from Germany. God you should have seen me strutting around on his arm. God I was the proudest woman alive!"

He couldn't hold back when I mentioned his mate, he really held me tight and began to shoot with little whimpering cries.

"And you know what? I'm not going to bother waving you off when you go away again. I'm going to be putting on my stockings and my makeup and getting ready for the real man in my life! I won't even give you a second thought. I'll have a real man in my bed. Not one that fucks his mother!"

He stopped and pulled out of me, he just looked down with quite a shocked expression on his face.

"Fucking hell Mandy that went a bit far."

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"No it was well, I just thought we agreed not to use my mother again?"

"Well you mentioned the ass thing."

"Yeah but fucking my mother that's just, so sick," he said, screwing up his nose.

We smiled a little knowing smile at each other.



Amanda Teasing Two Ch. 11



I pressed send on my computer then changed the address and pressed send again.

"So what do you think?" I asked three days.

"So how long have you been writing these fantasies and sending them to Marcus?"

"A couple of years, only the bits about other men, then when Marcus gets home we act out his part," I said with a grin.

"And what do you think Jeff would say?"

"Well it was his fault in a way. I mean you remember me telling you, how I caught him looking at me when I walked out of the shower naked?"

"Yeah you thought Marcus had come home early."

I laughed remembering the shock on both of our faces.

"Yeah well I told Marcus, and we laughed about it, but a few days later he mentioned it as he screwed me, and it sort of grew from that. Then I remembered finding the handcuffs in the drawer at your house after his accident. He asked me to get a pen and there they were. God he blushed when I pulled them out," I giggled.

"He always liked being helpless on the bed. But I don't think he would go that far like in your fantasies."

"Maybe not," I said with a chuckle.

"So was any of that with my husband true?"

"The day he watched Marcus rub the sun cream in my back. We had a right giggle about it. Marcus said he saw Jeff drooling over me from the behind the curtain. You remember when he broke his leg and stayed with us, when you went on that course?"

She nodded.

"I always used people we knew in the stories Marcus liked that. He enjoys it most when I use Jeff."

"Yeah so do I," She said, after a few seconds silence.

"The time we went to the pub and met Jeff's friends was as well. Only I couldn't play darts so I just watching and dreamed that up. Then the panties thing that was true."

"What you caught him, with your panties?" she asked shocked.

"I found them under his pillow when he went to the hospital. I just left them there."

"God Mandy. And Marcus likes all these stories?"

"He was the one who suggested me being married to Jeff, and the wimp thing. I've made up other stories that we act out too, but I really enjoyed this one especially as it had this unexpected twist, that even I couldn't have dreamt up."

She looked at me and smiled with that sparkle in her eyes.

"So are you going to ask me anything else, or do we get down to business?"

We both grinned at each other.

I slipped under the sheets and found her wet pussy with my tongue. I gently licked and tasted her, listening to her moans. I slipped two fingers into her cunt and slowly eased them back and forth. I could feel her thigh muscle twitch as she neared an orgasm. Her hand gently covered my head encouraging me to go deeper. Her leg movements slowly increased until she gasped and pulled a little harder on my hair. A long low sigh slowly escaped from deep within her.

We lay cuddling on the bed again not speaking for ages.

"You know you could have put me in a better light in your fantasy. I mean I'm not the wicked mother."

"God no Hazel you are the sweetest and sexiest woman I know. But I just wanted to tease Marcus; it makes him wild when I pretend I don't like you. Sort of makes him more passionate."

I sucked her nipple into my mouth and nibbled a little just how she likes.

"So when did you start to fancy me?"

"The day we kissed on New Years Eve, and you grabbed my ass, not the sort of thing a mother would do."

"Well you went straight for my lips," she said, with a grin.

"And you sucked my tongue in. God it's a good job we were all drunk and Jeff was in the loo," I said laughing.

"So what did Marcus say?"

"He told me he saw us in the mirror. So I had to confess to him about my little experiments with a couple of friends when I was young. I expected him to hit the roof. I mean I was drunk and just twittering on about how sexy I thought you were. I mean I nearly gave the game away when we started dating, and I said I thought you were pretty and sexy."

"So when did he tell....."

"Amanda!"

Hazel and I looked at each other.

"Shit is he going to be pissed now!"

The bedroom door opened and in walked Marcus. 

"So this is what you two get up to when I'm out."

"Sorry Marcus," I whispered.

Hazel got out of bed and I watched her lovely round ass sway over to her son. She reached up with her arms and slipped them round his neck. I watched the pissed off look on my husband's face slowly melt, as she kissed him long and slowly. I could just imagine her soft warm tongue slip slowly around his mouth. She always kissed with a soft tongue and very gently, no matter how aroused she was. It was a woman's kiss, so soft and so bloody sexy. She looked down at me with a shy smile.

"Can we?" she asked, sucking her little finger in that sexy nervous shy manner.

I looked at Marcus, and returned his smile.

"Sorry we couldn't resist each other," Hazel said, with her little coy expression.

"No you two never bloody can," he moaned and then smiled, "I'm just pissed you started without me."

I watched Hazel strip him, occasionally breaking just to give him a kiss. She dropped to her knees and gently pulled his pants down. I watched his cock spring up. She cradled it gently in her hand then slowly brought him to the bed. Slowly we moved together, this was always the slightly embarrassing point. Who was going to get what?

Marcus as usual left us to decide. I think he loved the uncertain moment between us all. Hazel made the first move and began kissing me. We kissed for a few moments enjoying each others feminine touch. I could feel Marcus getting into position.

"Come on you two have probably been at it all afternoon," he said, with a cheeky grin.

Hazel and I grinned at each other and then went to work on his cock. We both licked up and down his hard shaft, I found this as sexy as hell, as now and then our tongues would touch; we would break off from Marcus's cock and just kiss each other swapping the taste, from my husband, her son's cock. I worked on his cock while Hazel knelt up and started kissing him. It wasn't long before I found my tongue wandering in between Hazel's legs. She tasted so deliciously wet that I took charge and gently pushed her on her back. I held Marcus's cock and slowly teased it over her fanny lips and onto her clit. She closed her eyes letting the sensation of my slow soft motion drift across her pussy. 

I began to rub his cock further into her entrance. He held it there as I removed my hand.

"Wait," I told him.

I kissed my husband forcing my tongue into his mouth. We smiled, and I put my hand on his lower back and gently pushed him forward, as my mother gasped, taking her son's cock in her hot pretty pussy.

He started rocking and Hazel whimpered, her eyes closed and her mouth open.

I felt her hand on my arm and it fumbled its way down to my hand. She gripped me tight and wouldn't let go, as what must have been a very powerful orgasm washed through her writhing body. 

Marcus fucked her gently, rolling his hips slowly into her. He was knelt upright with his thighs under her hips. I bent forward and kissed her, she sucked my tongue right into her mouth, until she had to gently push me away and gasp quickly for air.

I felt her hand grasp desperately for my head.

"My nipple Amanda," she panted.

I slipped my tongue on her nipple and sucked, and then gripped it with my teeth gently pulling it.

"Oh that's, so nice," she whimpered, in a dream like state.

Marcus now had my open pussy to explore, I felt a finger slip into me, softly and gently it rubbed. I pushed Hazel's finger onto my clit and they both worked me until I shuddered to a deep and intense climax.

"Right I'd better go and get the kids," Marcus said, as he pulled up his trousers.

"Marcus, why don't you take the kids for something to eat?" I purred.

"OK you've got an hour, and then I'll take mum home when I get back."

I pulled a delighted Hazel back into bed, she thought we had finished for the day.

We kissed and cuddled for awhile then she moved down between my legs.

"You know Mandy, I think you really do enjoy teasing Marcus and me," she said with a grin.

I felt her tongue on my clit causing little spasms ripple through my body.

"Of course I do you are both very special to me." 

So how did I find out about Hazel and her son?

She had come round one day when I had gone into town. Jackie was at school and Nick was at the nursery school.

I walked in and there was Hazel sat on Marcus's knee. They were kissing passionately, and Marcus was fondling her breast. Neither of them moved they just waited for my reaction. I think they had decided to show me and hope for a favourable response. I moved very slowly towards them hardily daring to breath.

I bent my head, and slowly Hazel and I kissed her.

So if ever you see your mother with a strange smile on her face, as I did on my wedding day. Ask yourself does he love his mother maybe a little more than he should? 

Enough to...

The end.