8 comments/ 15262 views/ 1 favorites Four Hour Wait Ch. 01 By: amy_lynn Amy rubbed her fingers through her blond hair as she looked at her watch. It was eight-thirty, already too late for a night out. Where was Mike? Where was her husband? She had tried calling him, texting him, everything but smoke signals. "He's cheating on me," she thought angrily to herself. "He's cheating on me on our anniversary." Amy could think of no other explanation. Why would he miss this of all nights? She had reminded him to be home on time, that it was their special day. She looked down at her slender hips and ample breasts. Was she not sexy enough after twelve years? She had tried to keep up, even look younger than she really was. Was it not enough? Her insecurities began to invade her thoughts as she drifted back and forth from her delusion to the reality that her husband was almost four hours late from work. "Honey," her husband's words broke her from her dreamlike state, "I'm sorry I'm late." Amy fumed. Late was one thing. Four hours late on your anniversary was quite another. "Late," Amy stood up and smiled, "you're not late, you're three hundred and sixty four days and twenty hours early." Amy watched his expression drop as he stood there speechless. "I'm sorry," Mike finally stammered. "I don't know how to make it up to you." "Make it up to me?" Amy snapped, "you can't get back our anniversary now. It's past." She glared at him he fumbled with his coat through the moment of silence. "What can I do?" he moved closer to her but she pushed him away forcefully, "I want to make it up to you. I'm so sorry." "You can start by washing all that whore juice off of you," Amy quipped, "and then if I've cooled down we can talk." Amy watched his expression droop as he stood there shaking his head "no". What was he thinking? Who was she? Amy wasn't sure she wanted to know. "If I shower," Mike almost whispered, "then can we talk?" "I don't know," she both said aloud and wondered to herself, "we'll see." She watched his he slumped his head and slowly walked away. Why was she so mean? What had come over her? It wasn't like her. Part of her wondered what she did wrong? Why was he looking somewhere else? Infidelity is a symptom of a problem, not the problem itself. She heard the steam of water from the shower start. Or was it? It was like she was waking up. How many times had he cheated before this and she had not noticed? If she caught him this time, there surely were others. He was always coming home at odd hours, one day five, the next ten. How many times? Thinking about it was making her crazier and crazier with jealousy and hatred until she stormed off toward the bathroom. "How many times?" Amy stood there staring at her husband through the steamy shower door, "how many Mike?" "I don't know what to say," Mike stammered, rinsing the soap from his eyes. "I don't honey." The response sent her over the edge. She grabbed her razor and some strawberry scented gel and shoved it into the shower. "Here," she commanded, "I want you to look like a swimmer when you're done. What do you think she'll say about that if she sees you again?" "Honey I didn't," Mike started. "Take them or I'm walking out the door right now," Amy pushed the items further into the shower. "And don't forget the backside." Mike hesitantly grabbed the gel and razor and began shaving. Amy stood and watched, soon a calming sense of power began to come over her. "If you put a little less gel on you'll get better results," she smiled smugly as she watched Mike slather the gel on his chest. "I'd also start with the most sensitive areas, razors get dull fast." Amy was torn when she saw his shaft stiffening, she wanted to humiliate him not turn him on, but at the same time the sight of his hard shaft made her lust for his touch. "Is this enough?" Mike rolled the water over his body revealing his poor attempt at shaving his legs. Amy laughed. "Honey," Amy shook her head "no", "you'll need to get all of the hair, not just two or three strands." With each stroke she watched some of her anger subside and turn into something she couldn't quite understand. It felt powerful in a way she had yet to feel in her life. She had never once told someone to do something. She may had suggested or coerced, but never forced someone to follow her command. Now was the first time she felt any control in her life and it was intoxicating. How many times had she done what he had wanted? Or her parents and siblings? It was time for her to wake up and take charge of her life. "How does it feel?" She handed him a towel when it was finally finished, "I think you did a good job for your first time." Amy watched as he quickly covered his body with the towel. "What are you embarrassed?" She tugged at the towel and feigned peaking at his body. "Can we talk now?" Mike almost begged, "Please?" Without answering Amy grabbed his towel and tugged him all the way through the house to the kitchen. "Sit down," she pointed to the seat she usually sat in as she deftly removed the towel from his hips and tossed it aside. Amy sat down and soaked in the sight of her naked, completely shaved husband sitting in front of her, the power becoming more and more intoxicating with each moment. He used to look so strong, but now he was so adorable with his short brown hair, the deep blue eyes, glistening shaved body. So adorable and so small and weak. She didn't care now that he had cheated, she only wanted him to feel the humiliation he so deserved for doing it. "Honey, I don't know what to say," Mike stammered excruciatingly slowly, "I was late because I..." With each word, each pause, Amy's nerves grew more and more on edge. How could he have done this to her on her anniversary? "Look," Amy interrupted, "what's done is done. I just can't believe you would do it today of all days." She looked him over. He looked so scared and small to her and that only made her feeling of grandeur grow. "I hope your day was worth the ramifications," she continued, "because there are going to be a lot of changes from now on." Amy surged with power, she could see him cower at her words, almost whimper, each word driving more and more humiliation deeper and deeper into him. He was going to know how it felt to be humiliated on his anniversary, just like she knew. "Can I just get dressed and then we can talk," Mike mustered the energy to beg. "Please." "You can just sit there and listen like a good little boy," Amy shook her head no and smiled. "We can come to an agreement and then we'll see what you can can do." Amy watched him sit there in torment. A pang of guilt came over her as she noticed a tear running down his cheek, but she quickly remind herself of her many tears. No, this wasn't enough. "How do you feel like that," Amy nodded at him. "Does it feel good to be all silky smooth?" "I feel embarrassed," Mike rushed his hands over his body to cover anything he could and let out a gentle sob, "What has come over you?" Amy felt she had won but something inside of her wasn't letting her stop. "How do you think I felt waiting for you," Amy asked annoyed. "You'll get used to it. As for the changes around here." Amy moved her chair closer to Mike and felt the tension in his body slowly subside as she gently touched brushed the teach from his cheek with her hand. He was her scared little boy. "I don't want this to happen again honey," Amy feigned compassion, "I want us to be happy and together." "Honey you don't understand," Mike begged. "Yes I do sweetie," she reached out and massaged his leg, amazed at how smooth and silky they felt. Then she let her hand drift over his thighs, up to his hips then his shaft. A shock ran through as she felt it jolt back and forth as her fingers shift around it, feeling his newly freed skin. "If you shave like this everyday," Amy hesitated and let her finger slide gently up the length of his silky soft shaft, "and wear cute little panties to work, I figure you'll be too embarrassed to come home late again." Amy watched his face turn away in torment as she kept running the finger gently up and down the now stiffening shaft. She shifted her body nearer to him, feeling her power grow as he slid deeper and deeper into the chair. "Please honey," Mike moaned, "I don't want to like this." Amy giggled and slowly pulled her finger away. "Okay but all of this is making me a little hungry," Amy shifted her chair back and shifted her body to face him. "I could use a bowl of ice cream," Amy said coyly. "Would you?" Amy felt her inside rumble in desire as she watched him silently get out of his chair and make her ice cream. "Thank you," she smiled as he put the bowl and spoon on the table in front of her. Amy smiled and looked deep into his blue eyes then down his whole fit body. The smooth silky chest and heavily contrasting hairless nipples sent shivers through her. Then her eyes drifted down and for the first time really looked at his manhood. How different it looked. Before it looked so imposing and strong, now it looked cute and cuddly. "Here, let me slip these off," Amy closed her eyes and slid her hands up her skirt and removed an expensive pair of lace panties. "They'll only get in the way." "Please," she reached down and lifted her skirt, "we both should have some dessert." She watched every tormented move Mike made. She knew he didn't like going down on her, that he thought it was dirty. Now she watched as his mind said no but his body slowly knelt in front of her. That look alone, him kneeling nude between her legs, sent her body shivering. The sight of his head slowly nearing her spread lips, the feeling of his breath between her moist legs, only adding to the moistness. Finally his tongue burrowed between her and the first explosion of orgasm sailed up and down her spine. The ice cream dripping slowly down her throat only added to the intense pleasure. She let her legs squeeze his head hard and deeper into her, until all she could feel was his face writhing against her. Her lungs filled with gasp after gasp until, finally, her body collapsed in exhaustion and her legs slowly let his head free. "That was nice," Amy patted him on the head as she turned and finished her ice cream. "Be a doll and get a warm wash cloth and wipe me up would you?" Amy couldn't decide which felt better with the ice cream, the explosion of lust or the feeling of power she had as he washed her while she finished the dessert. "Now can we talk," Mike begged as both of them finished. "Sure we can talk," Amy glared down at him. "We can talk about how I would never to that to you." She watched as Mike cowardly shifted away towards his chair. He looked helpless to her for the first time in their marriage. "I know you wouldn't do that to me," he started, "I know." The word trailed off in sobs. "No I wouldn't do that," Amy sneered, the feelings of power growing inside of her, "I would go to the bar, bring the guy home so you could watch. So I could tell you how he felt inside of me. What he did right that you didn't do. How big and strong he was." Amy looked at him angrily. "I would let you see everything," she continued, "because that's better than sitting on your dining room chair on your anniversary all dressed up waiting for four hours while your husband is having sex with god knows what bimbo across town. I had special reservations. It was our night." Amy started to cry but quickly gathered herself. She wasn't about to let those insecure feelings return. "Amy, please," Mike leaned on her knees and pleaded, "I will do anything to save our marriage but it wasn't like that." "Then you'll agree to my changes," Amy smiled and rubbed his hair. She felt his head lean to her touch. The fact that he wanted her now, when she was being so condescending made her excitement begin to grow once again. "Anything," he begged, "just let us be together. I need you." Amy rubbed his cheek. For a moment she felt maternal and protective. He felt so scared and meek, something she had never seen in him before. "Okay," Amy reached over and grabbed the panties she had taken off moments earlier, "you can start by wearing these to bed." Amy watched intently as Mike uncomfortably shifted his legs into the panties, his cock bulging out at the edges. "Tomorrow I'll take you shopping," Amy grabbed his hand and walked them off towards the bedroom, "I know some high school girls who work at a lingerie store that are really good at picking out comfortable styles." She felt Mike's body shudder in fear just as the bulge in the panties shot through the elastic. "So you like that," Amy touched the head of the cock with her finger, "a lot." Mike looked away and nodded. Amy loved the new feelings. She could feel every inch of her skin cringe with power with each tormented moment she inflicted on him. "On your belly honey," they both slid onto the bed and kick away the sheets, "I want to do something for you now." Amy slid her hand into the headrest and fond her vibrator and gel, quickly pulling them to her side before he could see them. "You know how you always beg me to, you know," Amy rubbed her hand over his smooth ass and slowly slid her body between his legs. "Because you're being such a good little boy tonight, I will." As she gently started to breathe on his smooth cheeks she could feel his shaft twitching wildly against the bed. His moans of pleasure sent waves of excitement through her as she roamed her tongue gently down the crease of his bottom, her hands gently pulling him apart. "Thank god I just watched him shower," she thought as her tongue moved to his anus, gently circling it over and over again. By now he was whimpering like a little baby and it was all Amy could do to not explode. She felt the juice between her legs thicken and drip to the sheets. As much as she was repulsed by what she was doing, his excitement was edging her closer and closer to ecstasy. He let out a huge moan as she hardened her tongue against him and wormed her way into his soft interior. At first the taste was sour but quickly it went away, her tongue rippling in and out of him, feeling his body exploding with each flick of her tongue. The power she had over him was dragging her excruciatingly close to her own orgasm. She felt it with each touch of her hand or flick of her tongue. He couldn't resist anything now and she could taste it. She let her hands wander for the gel and vibrator she had pulled out earlier and slowly she pulled her tongue away as she let the cool lube drop to his ass. "What," he could barely moan, his cheeks shooting together realizing what was happening. It was too late, by the time he said something Amy had already slipped the shaft into him, the vibrations obviously pleasurable as his protesting quickly became panting and soft moans of ecstasy. She let it linger in the same spot for a while, then with little urgency, rhythmically, began sliding it in and out. "Just relax honey," she slid her body over his, "if you're going to wear panties, you really ought to know what this is like." She felt him shudder beneath her. Amy fumbled with her shirt and bra, the vibrator still running slowly up and down inside of him, until her chest was bare. "Turn your head, honey," Amy pushed and pulled until his mouth was near her breast, "suck it, you'll feel better." Amy couldn't help but let out her moan as his mouth enveloped her nipple and pulled it deep into his mouth before pressing his head tight to her chest. She pulled him to her, comforting him, her hands making deep creases in his hair. She felt her entire body shudder. She was going to come. She let her pace quicken, his head pressing tighter and tighter with each thrust. She pushed and pulled until his shudders became gyrations their bodies convulsing uncontrollably. "Oh honey," Amy moaned, "you are such a good little boy." Amy pulled his mouth from her breast and moved between his legs. Gently she pulled his hips to her and pressed the vibrator in with her pelvis repeatedly, each press sending their bodies into deeper convulsions. "Honey," Mike sobbed. Amy slowly retreated. "Do you want me to stop," Amy rubbed her breasts on his bottom, using her cleavage to toy with the vibrator. "No," Mike sobbed. "I don't know what I want." "I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt before if you do one thing for me," Amy squeezed her breasts on the end of the vibrator and pressed it in and out. "Anything," Mike moaned, "I'll do anything." Amy thought about what she wanted. "You know that love, honor and obey crap you made me say at the wedding," Amy smiled, "you just have to agree to the "obey" part." "Okay," Mike moaned, "please, anything, make this end." Amy rolled onto her back and slid between Mike legs. She looked at his cock, already dripping his own juices. It was so demeaning but so powerful to put that in her mouth right now. Would she ever do it again? "Oh honey, you are so hard," Amy moaned as she watched his cock shoot straight up in response. She let her hands slowly work the vibrator to the edge of his ass and then let her mouth gently descend upon him. The first taste of his salty seed came almost at once, his thrusting cock emptying more and more into her until he collapsed exhausted. "I didn't spill a drop sweetie," Amy rubbed his bottom. Gently removing the vibrator she pulled up the panties. "Could you change the sheets while I freshen up," Amy smacked him gently on the butt, but he had already fallen asleep. Four Hour Wait Ch. 02 "Rise and shine sleepyhead," Amy watched as her husband slowly broke from his slumber. "It's already eight and the mall is open in an hour." "What do you mean the mall," Mike mumbled. "I don't go to the mall and I have a softball game at one." Amy smiled and walked around the bed, gently rubbing his bottom through the pair of white lace panties she made him wear the previous night. "This morning you go to the mall," Amy rubbed each cheek gently, reaching her hands under he panties to feel his smooth bottom. She wasn't going to stop. She had thought about it overnight. Had she done too much? Somehow it wasn't him that mattered anymore, it was only her. He had broken their vow, she didn't. She wasn't the one who was cheating on their anniversary, he was. No, she wasn't going to let him off the hook. "After last night," Amy moved up to running her fingers through his hair, "you're going to need a really good shower before we shop. I'll let you get dolled up." Amy wandered away with her coffee and waited. What was she doing? She had no plan. This wasn't at all what she intended but something inside of her kept it moving forward, but what? "Honey," Mike suddenly appeared before her, his brown hair still dripping slightly, "I guess I'm ready." Amy looked at him. Somehow the way he looked had changed to her. Once a strong, powerful, physical force in her life, when she looked at him now he had become something different. "Did you put on some clean panties," Amy grinned. "I thought that was," Mike let his words trail off. Amy felt torn. Was it just last night or was it a paradigm shift in their relationship? "No honey," Amy shook her head forcefully, "go change, I'll help you find something." Amy basked in the look on his face, the humiliation pouring from his pretty blue eyes. Something had changed in her too. She felt stronger. Where he was losing his ability to say no, she was learning hers. She was growing out of her meek self and it was making her drunk with power and lust. "Here, I have a pretty pink pair that will work," Amy tossed a pair of bikini underwear across the room and watched as he began taking off his pants and boxer briefs. "Do I have," Mike looked at her but she shook her head yes before he could finish. She could see the torture on his face and somehow she knew this was only the beginning. Something inside of her was telling her that she needed this all along. This was about more than infidelity, it was about her needs and desires, but were they his desires too? Why was he letting it happen? "Just knowing you're wearing those panties," Amy moved in and hugged him, "gets me so excited." She pressed her lips to his and immediately felt a jolt against her belly, it was exciting him too. She pressed a hand against his back, another against his bottom and pulled him close to her, pressing her tongue deep into his accepting mouth. His body felt wonderful against her, the strength of her grasps surprised her. She let her tongue burrow deeper and deeper into his mouth, exploring it as his body submitted to her advance. She knew he was hers. How far would he go? "I'll drive," Amy wiped her lips off and slowly released her arms. Mike didn't like it when she drove, and she knew it. He'd sit there and tell her about every car in the vicinity all the while grasping at the dashboard or the handle of the door, but this trip he was uncommonly subdued. "It's over here," Amy held his hand and guided him through hundreds of cars to a small mall entrance. Amy felt her stomach quiver. She wondered how she could be doing this on one hand and felt the churn of her lust on the other. "Nice to see you again Amy," a petite, very young brunette smiled from behind a large pile of underwear. "Can I get you a room?" Amy barely made eye contact with clerk, her eyes were to intent on watching her husbands humiliation. She could see it, the slouched shoulders, the fear in his voice, his ashen face when she said yes. The clerk led them down a long dimly lit corridor to a row of dressing rooms and stopped at the first one. "Here you go," she opened the door revealing a walls full of mirrors. "Did you want to pick something things you'll like?" "A size larger," Amy clutched Mike's hand, "I'm feeling a little, heavy." "By the way, I'm Tina," the clerk smiled and held her hand out to Mike. "Mike," he mumbled, "Nice to meet you." Amy watched him as she walked away and closed the door. Was he as scared as she was, or more? The thought of watching him try on different panties in this room full of mirrors was sending electricity through her whole body. "Honey," Mike whispered as if he was being overheard, "about last night, I'm sorry I was late but it isn't what you think." It wasn't about last night for her anymore. It was about something else. His cheating had uncovered a part of her she didn't know she had. A powerful, independent part, it was about that now. "It's okay," Amy rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, "today is a new day." Just then the door opened up and Tina came in with a big handful of panties. "I brought your regular size too," Tina smiled and closed the door, "just in case you're being paranoid about your weight. I think it's so sexy buying underwear with your husband." Amy watched Mike's expression turn from dismayed to frightened and let out a little chuckle. "I'm sorry," Amy whispered, "they're actually for him." Tina let out a uncomfortable laugh. "He cheated on me on our anniversary," Amy continued, "so I'm making him wear panties so he doesn't do it again." "Oh my god," Tina shot a glare at him. "He cheated on your anniversary!" "Yes," Amy handed a pair of especially silky underwear to Mike, "and because of that he's going to give us girls a little pantie fashion show." Mike slowly reached his hand out to get the panties. "Amy," Mike looked into her eyes, the fear obvious, "just you right?" Tina laughed. "Honey," Amy moved closer and reassured him, "Tina or her sister, has seen me try on every pair of underwear I have bought in the last six years." "That's right," Tina smiled and said rather professionally, "it helps get the right fit. I bet you'll be hard to fit." Mike continued shaking his head no, but removed his sock and shoes and slowly pulled down his pants. "These won't do," Tina shook her head as Mike revealed the pink panties his wife had given him earlier, "yours are far too small Amy. I'll be right back." Tina gathered up all the panties and rushed out of the room. "Why don't you go ahead and take the rest of your clothes off honey," Amy picked up Mike's pants and put them on a chair. "It'll make this all the quicker." He didn't say a word but slowly took off his shirt and t-shirt. Amy wondered what he was thinking? How was this affecting him. Did he feel this was just punishment for cheating? Why wasn't he protesting more? "I'm back," Tina came in the door with a pile of panties and bras, a tape measure clamped between her teeth. "I estimated your size, but I wanted to make sure." Tina dropped the underwear on the chair and started unwinding the tape. "Okay, hold your arms up in the air so I can measure around your chest," Tina pushed Mike's arms into the air. "Forty," Tina looked back at Amy and smiled, "now a little higher." Tina wrapped the tape around his chest, right over his nipples. Amy could see the bulge in her husband's panties shifting uncomfortably. "Forty-two," Tina lowered the tape to his waist. "That makes you a 40B, but we'll help with that." Mike's face dropped in fear. Amy chortled. She wasn't looking to turn her husband into a cross dresser but seeing him fitted for a bra was both amusing and exciting. She could just imagine him wearing a perfect matching set; the scent of candles in the room; him accepting his new role. "Thirty-eight," Tina pulled the tape measure from his hips and slid it down to his waist. Amy felt her legs moisten. Watching Tina kneeling in front of her husband, his cock pressed hard against a pair of her panties, getting measured for underwear was sending her over the edge. Her body felt like jumping through her clothes in excitement. "I don't think I can measure this," Tina looked back Amy, "with this thing here, it won't be accurate." "Why not measure around it," Amy smiled and looked at Mike. "Mike, honey, could you take them off for Tina?" Mike looked aghast. "Honey," Amy shot him a disapproving look, "it's the only way." She watched Mike take a big gulp and slowly slide the panties down to his thighs. "All the way," Amy nodded and looked in the mirrors as her husband removed his last bit of clothing. Watching him stand there naked, his body completely shaved, started sending love to Amy's thighs. It was all she could do to hold her hands away. The feelings of power only enhancing her lust. She could see Tina's face in the mirror. The poor little girl was going along with the whole thing so well. Had this happened before or was he the first man she had to measure? Was it the first husband? The questions made her squirm more. "Oh my," Tina reached around Mike's waist, "you're so smooth. I thought that was only a thing the girls did." Tina pulled her head back as Mike's cock shot perilously close to her mouth. "It's okay," Tina looked up at him, "I'm almost done big boy. Thirty-eight." Amy looked again at his cock. How different it looked now that the big brush of hair was gone. It was almost as if it was bigger but less imposing. "These aren't going to fit unless you can control yourself a little," Tina handed him a pair of satin pink panties, "but we'll at least get an idea if you can't." Amy watched the interaction intently. Mike was obviously turned on by Tina and who wouldn't be? She had even felt a stir or two as Tina helped her try on lingerie, only he wore his excitement on the outside so she could see it. "See those fit nice," Tina got closer and pulled on the elastic band, "can I help you position yourself a little better?" With that Mike's cock shot through the elastic and right into Tina's hand. "I'm so sorry," Tina snapped a step back, "maybe you should do it." Amy watch as Mike fumbled with his rock hard shaft, trying to adjust it back into the panties her body shuddering every so gently, unable to control its lust and excitement. "I wish I would have done this when I caught my last boyfriend with my little sister," Tina smiled, "It would have been worth staying with him for a little longer." "Try this on," Tina walked up behind Mike's back, grinned sheepishly, and held out a lacy pink bra. "It has silicone enhancers and I think it looks good with the panties." Amy felt her body start to sway, unable to contain her excitement, as she watched Tina snap the last snap of the bra shut and adjust the cups into position. "There, from a boy scout to a perfect 40D to go with that sexy pair of panties and your cute little bottom," Tina smiled and gave Mike's butt a gentle tap before standing back and admiring her creation. Mike kept his back turned to them and his head down. Amy stared at his body. His tight butt, the curves pressed against the panties, the graceful dip of the stuffed bra. He looked so ashamed standing there, his head sunk, but his cock never softened. He was excited too. "Tina," Amy held out her arms for a hug, "he looks so pretty. You did a great job." Amy could fell Tina's excitement against her as they hugged. The hard nipples pressing into her breasts, the subtle smell of her lust drifting up between them. "It was my pleasure," Tina held Amy close and whispered in her ear, "I mean, really my pleasure." With that Amy felt her legs start to buckle beneath her. The combination of the warm breath in her ear and Tina's lust made her lose her balance and grasp Tina even tighter. "I'm so sorry," Amy tried to gather herself, "I lost my balance." She looked at Mike, his head still sunken and looking away. Did he know how excited she was or was he too lost in his own world right now? He didn't care about her when it was their anniversary and he was out with someone else, why would he care now? "I better get out and see if I have any more customers," Tina smiled and let the hug slowly subside, "I'll make your husband a size card for up front." Amy looked at Mike. The sight of him quickly snapped her out of her daze. The sullen look as he donned his lingerie. The sexy panties unable to contain his humiliated excitement, the tip of his shaft popping through wherever it finds room. Her blood surged with control and power again. Amy wondered what to see him, no to force him, to please Tina, would feel like. To see him on his hands and knees, his body so transformed from merely the day before, between Tina's legs. Doing the very thing that he hated so much. Could she do it? Would Tina let him? Would he? Amy gathered herself. "Tina," Amy pulled Tina back in to her hug and gently whispered into her ear. "Would you like him to, you know." Amy nodded down to Tina's hips and let her head drift back slowly. Tina was so beautiful, her long billowing brown hair and big brown eyes only the start. Amy let her hands drift to Tina's hips, and slowly under her skirt. "You work in a lingerie store and you're not wearing panties," Amy bit her lip flirtatiously. "I took them off when I left earlier," Tina giggled, "I already messed them and didn't know I was going to need them this bad." Amy looked into her eyes and smiled and for a brief moment she felt attracted, almost compelled, to kiss Tina. "Mike," Amy shook her head out of it, "I think Tina deserves a nice tip for her hard work." Amy looked at all the mirrors as Mike very slowly knelt down towards Tina's hips. "You want me to," Mike looked to Amy and then to Tina, "please her?" "Yes honey," Amy smiled and pushed his head to Tina's spreading legs, "for me." With that she pushed him gently into Tina's waiting lips and watched. The sight of Tina, her glistening wet lips, being gently enveloped by her husbands mouth sent a sexual tension through her that she had never felt before. Tina's pants of lust rung through her ears only adding to the energy. Amy watched and panted, her husband burrowing deeper and deeper, his head pressed in by Tina's firm grasp. Tina's body lurching and shaking, a small line of drool dripping from her cheeks. Whatever they felt, Amy felt it as much or more. It was as if she as both people. Her body shook despite her best efforts to contain it, her lust exploding in a series of loud moans, sending her lunging backwards into a waiting pile of panties. She couldn't resist sliding her hand between her legs and finding any sweet spot she could.Tina's convulsions whithered as hers only grew stronger. Over and over again she shook, the walls of the dressing room creaking with each lurch ecstasy, until there was no energy left to give. She fell back further, unable to move. They stayed there, Tina and Amy leaning back, Mike curled in a ball in the corner, his panties obviously soaked with his seed, for what felt like an hour. Finally their bodies recovered and Tina began to stir. "Here," Tina panted through her smile while helping Amy get up, "let me ring these panties up for you." Amy smiled and looked down at Mike. "Time to get to softball," she giggled, "you don't want to be late." Four Hour Wait Ch. 03 "You played really good today," Amy patted Mike's leg as she made a left into a parking space in a crowded strip mall. "What did you get four hits?" Amy watched him look out the window. The sight of him playing softball while wearing a pair of panties had made her on edge the entire game. She wondered if anyone would find out and what he'd say, about how embarrassed he'd be. The thoughts sending her body further into desire. What about him? Her newfound lust and power was coming at the cost of his, even if she felt it was justified. "A man has to be broken," she thought, "before he can be fixed." Was she breaking him down or just taking delight in his descent? She didn't know. It all was happening so fast, but maybe it had been happening all along. The constant late nights were excused by work, but not the booze breath or the perfume she'd smell. That wasn't work. "Three hits," Mike mumbled after a long pause, his head barely turning from the window. "I had three hits and a walk." Amy patted his leg again. "Mike," Amy squeezed his thigh, "did you enjoy last night? You know, when I..." Amy smiled. When she sodomized him. She knew the answer. Was he man enough to admit it. "About last night," Mike started, "I mean, well, I can't say I didn't enjoy it but I wanted to talk about last night more." Amy flashed him a smile. He was man enough to admit, sort of. "I'm glad you liked it," Amy reached over and kissed his cheek, "because it makes me feel so good to know you'll do this for me." Amy gently turned his face to look into her eyes. "It makes me feel good to know that you're not going to cheat on me anymore," Amy felt the emotions of being jilted on her anniversary flood back, "and that you're going to do what I want from now on." Amy collected her thoughts. As much as had gone on in the last day, she still couldn't quite cover the pain of the previous night. Of waiting and waiting, not knowing what was happening. "What are we doing here?" Mike finally asked. "Oh," Amy snapped up, "come with me and I'll show you." They got out of the car and Amy led Mike to a glass door full of hearts. "You're going to choose your," Amy paused and giggled, "well, you can pick me out a strap-on." Mike froze. Amy looked at him, his face turning instantly white. Was he ready for this? Had she finally found the point where he was going to protest and say no? "Come on," she pulled at his hand, "someone might see you." That was enough. Quickly Mike opened the door and, rather than let the door close on it's own, pulled it shut. Amy glanced around the place, except for the cute girl behind the counter it was empty. Why was it always a girl, Amy wondered. She imagined some burly man behind the counter, her husband asking where the strap-ons were. The thought started her desires flowing through her body again. She felt insatiable. "Well go ask her," Amy whispered, nudged Mike and smiled at the cashier, admiring her perky small breasts through her long brown hair. "She's cute don't you think?" Amy's excitement grew as she watched him excruciatingly slowly walked to the counter and look at the cashier. "Can I help you," the girl flashed him a huge smile and then glanced at Amy. Amy felt ready to faint. "I need to buy a," Mike paused, "I don't know how to say this, a strap-on." "We have a large selection," the girl smiled without missing a beat, "right this way." Amy felt lust oozing from her pores as she watched the clerk lead him the selection of harness and dildos. Was she really going to use it on him? Was he really going to buy it? "What kind do you think you'd like," the clerk pulled a couple out. "Are you having a hard time getting it up, or you want to be a little bigger?" Amy bit her lip to keep from laughing. The questions themselves only making her lust more and more unbearable. "It's for my wife," Mike mumbled. "Yes," Amy smiled and walked up to them, "last night, our wedding anniversary, he cheated on me." "You cheated," the clerk's smile faded, "on your anniversary." Amy could see the embarrassment branded on his face. As bad as she felt taking him down, something was driving her on. How far could she take him? "So now he wears panties so he won't cheat," Amy smiled and pulled his pants down far enough to reveal the thong strings underneath, "and tonight he's going to be taken like he took my anniversary." "Then I have got what we call a double harness," the clerk reached under the counter and pulled out a box, "it's got a vibrator for you and a variety of wands for him." Amy was amazed. This girl had either seen and heard it all or she was remarkably cool given the circumstances. "What do you think Mike," Amy held his hand, "it's mostly for you. Is it what you had in mind?" Amy loved it. The torture on his face, the weakness in his grasp, she was winning. She was finally the more powerful one. "It looks fine," Mike muttered. "I'll throw in some lube with that," the clerk smiled and gently rubbed Mike's hand, "we wouldn't want you to hurt now big boy would we?" The drove home in silence. Amy's thoughts again wandered to what had happened. Who was this person in her body? She wasn't like this. Two days ago she'd have been thrilled to have gotten a kiss good night, and now she was an insatiable vixen, forcing her husband into humiliating position after humiliating position for her own titillation. Yet there was no stopping her. She couldn't wait to see him looking up at her, his body spread open by a giant cock, her giant cock. It was sending keeping her body in a constant state of arousal. "I think it's funny," Amy remarked as they stepped inside the house, "you always wanted to take my ass but after you shower, I'm going to take yours instead." Amy watched him walk towards the bathroom. He never said a word, just walked away and started the water running. He was almost broken, but would she wondered would she be able to put him back together when she was done? She opened the box from the sex store and began unpacking. The strap-on was quite an ordeal to get together, batteries here, slots and tabs everywhere. Finally, just as he turned off the shower, the harness was set. Amy looked in the mirror and held onto the big dildo. It felt so strange, looking down and seeing it, real looking or not. It made her feel different, almost as if she was stronger. She took a deep breath. "Come here honey," Amy walked into the bedroom and closed in on Mike as he toweled off. "Let's compare sizes." She held out her cock and then reached out and grabbed his with her other hand. It was so soft. It was as if shaving it transformed it from sandpaper to silk. She let her hands linger on it, feeling it gently stir in her grasp only made her lust to take him stronger. "Have you ever kissed a man before," Amy moved closer until her tongue parted his lips and powerfully explored his mouth. She felt his cock thickening as their bodies moved tighter together, her dildo pressed tight against his stomach. "How does it feel having another cock touch yours," Amy moaned into his ear as she kissed his neck. She could feel him pulsing with every word. She knew he wouldn't want to admit it, but he was enjoying himself. "Oh honey," Amy moaned again, "I'm so excited, could you use your mouth on me." Mike's shaft shot to attention against her belly. Was he really that excited, she wondered. She pushed on his shoulders and slowly he got onto his knees. Looking down at her flesh colored dildo as it very slowly entered her husband's mouth was more than she could handle. The first explosion of lost poured from her loins as her body jerked and shook as his mouth descended down the length of the cock. "Oh my god I'm coming," she screamed, not caring if anyone heard. And with that she felt her entire body explode. Juices came from her mouth, her legs as her body rammed the cock into her husband's mouth repeatedly. Her moans only increasing in velocity as his hands pushed and pulled her inside of him. "You, are, so, hot," Amy ran her fingers through Mike's hair as he looked up from between her legs, "Now it's my turn to please you." Amy gently guided him to the bed and placed him on his back before grabbing the lube. "I can't wait to see your face as I go inside," Amy smiled at Mike as she slathered her shaft with the lube. Amy positioned herself between her husband's legs and looked down at him. He looked like a little boy. Something in his eyes, combined with the smoothness of his skin made him look so young to her. She smiled. "This might hurt," Amy rubbed her hand on his chest before placing the shaft on his ass and pressing on it gently. Amy watched his face, from the initial gasp all the way to the end, when she had filled him. The expressions making her body slither with love. "You took it all," Amy moaned, her lips running against his nipples. She could feel his cock on her belly, flat and soft. Maybe this wasn't turning him on but it certainly was turning her on. Gently she pulled back her hips and then pushed herself back in. Each thrust sending the dildo inside of inside of her tighter against her love. "How does it feel to have a big cock in your ass sweetie," Amy rubbed his cheek then slipped a finger in and out of his mouth as if she was making him stimulate oral sex. Amy started moving her hips faster. She could feel him meet each of her thrusts, he was accepting getting fucked, even if he wasn't enjoying it. She reached for his cock and rubbed it, but it to no avail. It wasn't a big deal, she thought, this was her fuck. So fuck she did, pulling further and further out and pressing in as hard as she could. His moans got louder and louder, but she could barely hear them over her own. She was going to pound out the frustrations of the last twelve years on his ass until she was exhausted. Over and over again she pulled back and thrust forward, his face contorted with each thrust but his hips eagerly greeting her return. Finally her body fell on top of him exhausted. She could feel his spilled seed on her belly but had no idea when it happened. "Honey," Amy gently used her hips to pull the shaft from inside of him. "That was incredible." Mike just looked away. Amy knew she had broken him now. He would never be the same, but if that meant he wouldn't cheat on her again, that she would be secure, it was worth it.