13 comments/ 34364 views/ 2 favorites What Next? By: amarin She didn't know what to do. She needed to get home and hit the shower. She had never cheated, never wanted to, but she had literally fallen into the arms of a friend. Really fallen...she was sure her husband wouldn't approve. Daphne had been married for 10 years and had married young. It had always been understood that she and her husband would keep some amount of separate social lives. They frequently would trade off going out with work colleagues or other groups of friends, which is exactly what happened tonight. The guys from the office were meeting at a dive bar for some drinks. Never in her life did she think that casually flirting with Rick would lead to anything, they were both married. She pulled into the garage and silently crept into the house. As she peeled off her heels and headed to the bathroom, she peeked into the bedroom at the sleeping form of her husband and sighed. Tired and anxious hazel-green eyes met hers as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her full lips showed shadows of smeared lipstick, and her once tamed auburn curls had taken on a life of their own. She looked like what she was...thoroughly fucked. She slid her now stretched out slip dress over her breasts, turned on the hot water and contemplated the events of the evening. Daphne had gotten there late. The Crowbar was crowded. It was a small place with a small parking lot. Cars were everywhere, illegally parked, parking people in, oddly angled, taking up every inch of available asphalt. She was forced to park down the street, several blocks from the bar. She swore under her breath, knowing that she would have to walk back to her car in the dark, likely alone. She touched up her lipstick as she walked down the street. Joe, the bartender nodded at her as she entered and she waved back. Her friends were in a very large curved booth at the back of the place and she scooted into the last remaining space, the end of the booth next to Rick. He subtly slid his arm around her as their mutual friend Alex regaled them with a story about the intimacies of his latest conquest. She glanced at his tall form from out of the corner of her eye, noting the way his lips curved in a wry smile, the glint in his dark eyes, and the unruly lay of thick black curls. He caught her eye and gave her a wink. His wife was a lucky woman. The pitchers of beer from an excellent microbrew were plentiful, everybody enjoying them and immediately ordering more rounds. The conversation got louder, the jokes dirtier, and everyone was having a great time. She froze. Unnoticed by their other friends, Rick's hand had crept over to her thigh, under the table. He was sliding it up under her skirt until she caught it with hers. She looked at him questioningly, he smiled, shrugging and shaking his head at her. Silently telling her not to say anything. She patted his hand, then using her own placed it back where it belonged, in his lap. She was somewhat confused. They had been friends for years, had always flirted, but (she thought) innocently. Of course there was some underlying genuine attraction, his sexy brown eyes and rich silky voice always made her swear that "if she were single..." He was a friend and mentor, helping her learn the ropes of her job. They had been friends before either of them were married and no lines were ever crossed, despite the occasional crackle of chemistry between them. She decided to chalk it up to the drinks. As the night progressed people started to filter out. She said her goodbyes and grabbed her purse. She was headed out the door when Alex stopped her and asked how far away she was parked. Rick was leaving at the same time and was assigned by Alex to make sure that she got to her car safely. Despite her protests , he grabbed her arm and lead her out the door, guiding her forward with a hand at the small of her back. They walked a few steps, making light small talk, then conversation drifted into silence. The air started to feel heavy and her breath caught in her throat as they kept walking. She was suddenly excruciatingly aware of the man next to her. What had changed? Nothing had happened. They were just walking but now she couldn't look at him. She was scared of what he'd be able to read in her eyes, or what she would see in his. At that moment while passing an old garage, her heel caught in the crack of the sidewalk. She let out a small yelp and toppled forward, twisting as she went. Rick sprang into action, catching her and shoving her against the dark wall of the building. He bent down and freed her foot, gently palpating her ankle for injuries. He slowly stood, brushed a curl from her face. "Are you all right?" he asked. As she looked up at him to answer his mouth was on hers. There was a fierce intensity to his kiss. She couldn't breathe. He licked her lips and then his tongue slid into her mouth as he felt her lips soften on a soft groan. Then she was falling. Kissing him back with complete abandon. His hands slid down her sides, one of them sliding forward into the vee of her collar. It slid over the lace of her bra and slid inside to find her nipple. He rubbed gently at first, but then gave it a small pinch until it was hard against his palm. His lips moved to her ear, uttering whispers of intense longing in between kisses until they changed direction, kissing and licking her neck. As he nibbled on the skin of her neck, her head was spinning. She felt herself tighten and get wet. The same hand that had traced her thigh at the bar was once again following the same path. This time she didn't stop it. He rubbed her thighs as his lips returned to her mouth, stifling her moan as his fingers found her slit. Initially the gently rubbed over the gusset of her thong, then shoved it aside, sliding first one finger into her, then another as it gave way. He began to slide his hand back and forth inside her, grazing her clit as he went. At this moment her knees gave out, and she would have slid to the ground if he hadn't slid his body forward between her legs, holding her sandwiched to the wall with full contact. "I'm going to fuck you," was all he said and she mutely nodded as his hands found his zipper. He slid it down and his cock fell out, thick and hard, brushing against her thigh with its moist tip. She reached down and grabbed it, stroking the head with her thumb until he groaned. She guided it toward her dripping, slick slit and rubbed the tip against herself without letting him in. He grabbed her hands, holding them above her head as he thrust forward. She screamed in pleasure, but he thrust his tongue into her mouth at that moment silencing her from those passing by on the street. He let go of her arms, leaving her wedged against the wall as he hiked up her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Her pelvis tipped with the new position forcing his cock against her clit with every thrust. Their breathing quickened, and they came at almost the same moment, his thick hard shaft pulsing in her drenched pussy. She buried her faced in his neck and waited. "Can you stand?" he asked. "Not yet" she replied, and he held her as he withdrew his body from hers. She felt wetness on her thighs from their combined cum, and watched as he licked his fingers. "What next?" she asked. He kissed her deeply, gave he a small kiss to the tip of her nose and said "Now I walk you to your car." And he did. What Next? I am writing to try to settle things in my mind for what comes next. I am a 56 year old retiree on a disability from a large manufacturer. I sold my house and moved to the southwest after the accident. Thankfully I sold 6 years ago before the market tanked. I spent some time in Houston with my daughter before she moved to Washington state. Then I moved here to the same city as my son and family in December of 2010. In January '10' my daughter went on a diet, she had been extremely attractive before two children and weight gain. I had a sideline when I was back East, a hypnosis clinic that I ran out of my home. My wife was my biggest booster, but cancer got her six years ago, and I stopped completely at that time. I stopped doing a lot of things when she passed My son, Andrew, told Becky, his wife, I could be of help with her weight loss. Nothing happened for three or four months, before she asked about hypnosis for weight reduction. I did eight sessions with her and her weight loss continued steadily instead of the loose then maintain she had been doing. Then one day mid-summer I had spent the early afternoon on Literotica and was horny as I had purposely had not relieved myself when she called to say she would be late for our session. I had forgotten completely. Somewhere about 15 -20 minutes into the session I did a depth check. She was a 32 on a 0-36 scale. This is a good depth for implanting subliminal suggestion without post visit conscious recall of the suggestion. I gave her the suggestion that, if at any time I embarrassed or humiliated her she was to, when alone, pull down my pants and spank me. I don't know what came over me. Time passed. In early November I went to their house one Sunday for dinner. While there I said a local town councilor was stupid and bigoted. Becky disagreed, he was her candidate. After thanking her for the fine meal I kissed my grandkids and went home. That Monday at just after three I got a call from Becky asking if I would be home for a while, she wanted to talk. I said "Of course" Twenty minutes later she walked in the front door. She walked to the dining room table and pulled out a chair. She hung her coat on the back and turned the chair around facing the living room couch. I was standing n the middle of the room. She then proceeded to tell me how I had made her feel with my comments about her candidate. Strongly! With a pointed and shaking index finger. I stayed in the middle of the room not moving. Then in a firm voice she said, "Come here!" As I got in front of her she reached out and grabbed my belt and stripped it out of my pants. It made slapping noises as it whipped out. "Get those pants down and get over my lap!" I had no control. I wanted this. I did as I was told. Some twenty plus hard swats with my belt later I was told to go stand in the corner. When I was in the corner I saw a light flash. She was taking cell phone pictures. Then I was posed looking over my shoulder so both my face and ass were visible. Then she grabbed my prick and pulled me into the kitchen. She knew where everything was kept there as she cooked occasional meals for us there. She went into the junk drawer and pulled our two zip ties. These went around the base of my scrotum and the second pulled as far away snuggled up against my balls. I was pushed up against the kitchen counter with my balls laid on the counter. She then went to the garage and got a hammer, which she laid next to my balls. She took more pictures. She told me to not move and went to the back of the house for maybe ten minutes. Upon returning she grabbed my balls and pulled me into my office. There on my computer screen, as wallpaper, were the pictures she had taken. "You will not remove these from your computer. Ever! They are there to remind you of what happened today and will happen in the future. And maybe even what might progress from these pics. " I like the color of your nuts, but I do have to feed my family. So have fun trying to get the ties off," she said giggling. "Oh, for the future, you will be free of all pubic hair!" And with a solid slap on the ass, she put on her coat and left. It was five weeks before she returned another afternoon. It has averaged out to be every three weeks or so since. This allows the bruises to fade. The docs put me on aspirin after the amputation healed. She no longer uses my belt but a wooden spoon from the kitchen. She says it leaves sperm shaped marks on my ass. She continued to lose weight. One evening Becky showed up with a grocery sack which she poured out on the kitchen table. Panties. "These are all size 8s. I no longer need them. We are going shopping for 7s." She then pulled up her skirt to her waist and told me to remove the ones she was wearing. This was the first time I ever got to see her bare butt, and so far the last. We then went to my bedroom where she moved my t shirts in with my boxers. The empty drawer was filled with her panties. And we went shopping. Kohl's, J.C. Penny's and Victoria's Secret were all on the schedule. A sales girl, late 20's, thought we were a couple from the way she kept showing me various styles and colors. Her face got very red when she was told, "No this is my father. He'll get to see them some more when I spank his bare butt over my lap. But, he'll never see what's inside them." I didn't know panties cost twelve to twenty-two dollars a pair. I paid for sixteen pairs, just over $300 after tax. I was told to wear the pair she had worn to my house over my head until I woke up the next morning. She skyped me that evening to be sure I was looking out of the leg holes. I am invited over for family Sunday supper every two weeks unless there's a holiday or something. Grandpa gets to see the grandkids. One Sunday in February during and after dinner there was a big storm. Andrew agreed with Becky that I should stay over the night. So my grandson Billy was moved and I slept in his room. During the night I woke to hear Becky asking if I was awake. "I am now", I replied. She unplugged the nightlight and then I felt her weight pressing down on the side of the bed. Something brushed over my face. Then I realized that she was kneeling alongside my shoulders. "Both of you get a treat tonight. Your silly son thinks that if he doggies me his pathetic little prick will go deeper. I can go deeper with my little finger. But he does like to see my butt bounce when he thrusts. What a twit! "Now you get the treat of cleaning his spew out of my pussy. Lap it up! Clean it all out! And I'd better cum at least twice!" It was pitch dark, I never got to see anything. But Gawd did she taste good, and smelled even better. The first weekend of May this year I ate Sunday dinner at their house. The atmosphere was very tense with Becky and Andy sniping at each other. I was afraid to say anything. That Monday Becky came storming in at two o"clock stating she had almost two hours and I had better be ready quick. She can do that as she is a mortgage loan officer and is frequently out of the office. That day I received a 50 count strokes and was stood in a door frame and told to spread my legs and hold the top of the door frame. WHAM! I was kicked in the nuts! While I was down on my hands and knees I was kicked twice more. I did everything but puke. All the time she was yelling about how I had produced such an idiot son. A "pencil dicked, four and a half inch long wimp who wouldn't ask for a raise" And it went on and on for about an hour and a half. Just before she put back on her slacks and heels she told me to kneel. She turned and pointed out her birth control patch on her hip. "Kiss it as it is the only thing that is keeping me married to your asshole son" And I did. Two weeks later she showed up at ten thirty one morning. After I finished stripping she grabbed both nipple rings she had had me insert after I'd had them pierced. She took them in hand. She twisted, squeezed, pulled and bit my tiny nipples. She was on her way back to work after a mammogram. Then my balls were squeezed. She pulled them back between my legs and walked pulling me around the house backward Oh, Becky is now a perfect size 6. What this all leads up to is—my youngest, Marsha, called yesterday. She needs to move back in ASAP. She is gay. She is very friendly with Becky, they are 8 years different in age. She is putting everything into storage. She is driving out from Philly and hopes to arrive next Tuesday, her 23rd birthday. WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW??!