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Restitution

By: oliver



Every year there were a few. At one time it seemed an epidemic but thanks to new software, the ability to buy your papers and not be caught was diminishing. Clarence had taught English at Northwest State for eight years now and every year he would find a few papers that he had seen before. He knew the game and he would simply expel them from any class he ever taught. 

Sometimes the college would throw them out too. It usually depended on who they were and how much Daddy would pay to keep them there. The name on the top of the paper surprised Professor Davis. Anja had been a good student, and participated well in the class. She seemed very bright, and he could not understand why she had purchased her last paper. He had warned the whole class at the beginning of the course. So, now there was only the confrontation before he had to send her packing. It seemed to bad, the courses was almost over and even without turning the paper in she would have passed without a problem. 

The class was about to begin and he quickly gathered his things and headed down to the lecture hall. It was a small room as lecture halls went and he enjoyed the view of many the young female students in such close quarters. Clarence would really miss Anja’s lean toned legs. She rarely wore short skirts. However, the conservative cloths she wore did not hide the fact that she was really quite lovely. Her face had a soft gentle innocence and her body, although short, was well proportioned. More than once the good professor had been captivated by her small shapely ass as she left the room. 

The students filed in and found there regular places. Anja was there in the second row on the aisle. She seemed a little unsure of herself, as she rummaged through her bag, getting things ready for the start of the class. It was spring and the early warm weather meant most of the young women had shed many cloths. Short skirts and tight tops seemed the rage these days.

Clarence thought back at when he started teaching and the baggy grunge look that had dominated the campus; this was much better although it sure makes it harder to keep you thoughts on Hemingway. It was this time of the year when he enjoyed Henry Millar and Anais Nin a little more. Anja wore a simple light sundress with a row of buttons the length of the dress. He started his class droning on about poetry and tempo or some such nonsense, but his eyes kept coming back to the guilty looking girl in the second row. He knew, she thought. He had to know or why would he be looking at me like that.

Oh my God! What am I going to do now? The fear of being caught at plagiarizing had tormented Anja for the last two days. She had been so busy chatting and downloading porn on the Internet, that the deadline for turning in the paper had crept up on her, and she had panicked. She could not exactly go to the Prof. and explain how she had been too horny and filled with lust to finish her work. 

She had always had these nasty dirty thoughts, but recently the Internet had allowed her to explore them even more. She swore she could not get the smell of her own pussy off her fingers. It was insane, but she could not stop herself. She lived in constant fear of discovery and that only seemed to heighten the thrill. Her cloths and demeanor was carefully construed to hide the pervert lurking inside. Now, because of this paper, this Prof. was so close to finding out her dark secret. 

He kept looking at her, his gray eyes boring into her, as if he could see her for what she was. He was a good looking man, not dressing or acting like most of the fossils that taught at the school. He was not even very old, the streaks of gray in his beard only added to his appeal. She had thought about him sexually, touching her, kissing her, and taking her body. She was getting excited. She felt the familiar tingle between her legs and shifted in her seat. 

The light summer dress opened at the bottom where it buttoned up the front, she realized the bottom button was not done up and a lot of her bare leg became visible. Should she try to cover herself? She definitely had the attention of the professor and got a tingle from the realization. His eyes on her, undressing her. Why was she so obsessed with sex? Her whole body shivered. Did anyone else in the room notice her arousal, was she going to make it through the class? 

She debated leaving going into the bathroom and masturbating herself to some sort of relief, but was afraid to move, lest it be obvious to everyone. Her thought process was not rational but what she felt was all that mattered to her. She could hear her heart pounding inside her chest and she knew he saw it, or was it her hard nipples poking through her light dress that captured his attention? 

Clarence kept returning his gaze to Anja. She seemed flushed. Was it his imagination, or was she exuding this raw sexuality? He felt like and animal attacked to the female in heat. His lesson was coming out without any thought. His whole focus was on her. How could he toss her out of the class? He knew he wanted her. He needed her there. He had always had a full social life and women came and went in his life, but this seemed different. 

He did not think about seducing and making love to her, rather, he had visions of him forcing himself on her, ordering her around, fucking her hard, and using her body without mercy. The feeling were so raw he had never thought like that. He was a modern caring sensitive man but now all he felt was raw lust. The curiously innocent young girl who seemed so sweet and gentile was filling him with all these nasty thoughts of raping her, dominating her, using her for his own pleasure. The class was finally over. Anja felt like she should sprint for the door, she felt like a wreck. 

“Anja can you stay behind for a minute I think we should talk” He sounded innocent enough but she knew what was coming next. Her mind reeled, what would she do, her parents would go nuts she could not be thrown out of school. Anja had never had a problem at school and now the world seemed to be crashing in on her. So many people would be so disappointed. 

“It’s about the paper you handed in” He was standing on the small platform next to his desk she was bellow one step down and he seemed even larger and more powerful standing over her. She felt small and she liked it, she wanted to be dominated by him she wanted to feel below him, at his mercy. “Come up here so I don’t have to talk so loud” She stepped up next to him, she tried to find her voice. “I’m so sorry I don’t know why I did it, please don’t expel me, I’ll never do it again, I can’t get expelled I’ll do anything, Please I’ll do extra credits work twice as hard I’m so sorry.” 

The torrent spilled out of her. She wanted to have some relief, felt like she needed some release. She would do anything. Clarence heard this and his mind reeled at the possibilities. He had never fooled around with a student and had never thought he would really go through with such an unethical act. However, ethics had very little meaning to him right now. His body had taken over, driven by his intense lust for the sexy young minx. What was he thinking? 

All he wanted to do was throw her across the desk and fuck her hard. The bulge in his pants seemed to be growing. He shifted on his feet trying to ease his growing discomfort. The boxers he wore allowed it to grow down his leg, he could feel its heat against his thigh. “I think I should punish you, to start. You will still owe me big time, however. Do you understand?" His innuendo was obvious and with all the sexual tension in the room, Anja still could not believe what she was hearing. 

“What was the punishment?” She regretted her own words as soon as they left her mouth. What was he going to do to her? Fear began to creep over her as he stared down at her; he was looking for her answer, waiting for her to give herself to him. “Yes, I’ll do what you say, I’ll do anything if you don’t expell me. You just can’t tell anyone” she hung her head as she said the words. She wanted this but was so fearful of being found out. She suddenly felt very relieved. She needed this and although she felt humiliated at giving herself to him, she was incredibly excited at the prospect.

“Put your hand on the edge of the desk and bend over, we’ll start with your punishment” Professor Davies lifted her dress exposing her small round bottom. His hands pulled down her panties leaving them around her ankles. Anja felt so exposed; up on stage bent over the desk, anyone could walk in and see her humiliation. The whole thing was having an incredible effect between her legs, she could feel the liquid seeping out, dripping down her legs. What would he think? He would know what a nasty pervert she really was. What kind of girl actually enjoyed being used like this, to be vulnerable to this large domineering man? 

She lost track of how many times he hit her tender bottom but by the time he quit her bottom burned and she knew that he now owned her. She had never felt so much pain and excitement at the same time. She fell to her knees whimpering “thank you, I’ll do anything you want”. The words came out of her without thought as if she was just thinking aloud letting the obvious be known. Anja looked up at him and saw him unbuckle his belt; he reached down inside his pant and carefully withdrew his incredibly hard shaft. It seemed so big! Was he actually going to use it on her small body? Could her body take it all and not be split in half?

“Suck it” was all he said. Anja had seen pictures and read accounts but never actually held a cock in her hands let alone put it in her mouth but she knew she had no choice and reached up to touch it. It twitched in her small hand and she brought it to her lips kissing it. Her tongue licked up and down it’s length finally she worked up her courage to put the engorged purple head into her mouth. She struggled with the size but tried to work more and more of it into her. 

She thought of the where she was. It would have been bad enough if someone had seen her get spanked, but what if they walked in now as she struggled to suck this huge cock in her mouth. Clarence could not believe she was actually down on her knees, his cock imbedded in her delicate little mouth. He looked down at his charge. She was his now and he wanted to use her everyway possible. He grabbed her soft blonde hair and pulled her to him, forcing more into her mouth. She gagged; he knew she would but he never let up.

“You better learn to breathe through your nose and relax your throat if you want to survive this” he growled almost cruelly. She was trying to do as he said but it seemed too much. Slowly it became easier and she felt it slide against her throat. He could see it enter her throat, bulging out and his head feeling the sweet friction of her tight throat. He was fucking her mouth now his hands holding her head by her soft blonde hair as his hips moved back and forth using her tiny mouth as his little fucking machine. He was going to cum, he felt it building, not yet, he thought and pulled out of her leaving her kneeling in front of him, gasping, swaying from the sudden release of his grip. “Get up and bend over that desk” he ordered. 

Anja was glad for his orders; they released her she was so hot she needed to be fucked so badly. He pushed her all the way down on the desk her body pushed against the papers on the desk. He pushed himself into her without warning his entire cock buried deep inside he sopping cunt. She is so young and tight, Clarence thought, he would explode right away. He held it still, feeling her muscles clamp down on him, grip and release. His cock twitched and throbbed in response. “You’re a horny little slut aren’t you, you actually want to be forced to fuck me don’t you” 

He knew her truth. She quivered at his words “Yes please fuck me, fuck me hard” He pulled back slowly, completely withdrawing before he slammed back into her. Over and over her repeated this process increasing his pace until he was slamming into her with such force she hung onto the edge of the desk trying to keep from being hurled off. Anja had never cum without touching her clit but the force of his body on top of her pushing her into the desk was enough, almost without warning, her whole body erupted a powerful orgasm. 

The grip on his cock seemed impossibly tight. Clarence felt her cum and exploded deep inside her pumping his seed into her belly, yelling out, slapping her little red ass, overpowered by the intensity. He walked out and left her like that bent over his desk trying to get her breath back. He would use her again but now he had another class waiting for him. He looked back “I’ll see you in class tomorrow” he said with a grin on his face.

Restitution



It was in the pit of his stomach boiling away at him. Why had she worked him to the point of frenzy? Was she testing him?

Her body spoke of seduction but her games smelled of deceit. She knew that Mitch was a married man and yet she intentionally answered the door wearing nothing but water from an evening shower. She was leaving on a business trip thousands of miles away and he was here to watch her cat for a few days.

She watched as he absorbed the view of her. He melted on sight. Her perky breasts with perfectly proportioned pink nipples made him gawk. They were enough to ravage in his mouth. A dark strip of pubic hair led the way into her moist haven. She knew what she was doing. She knew how much he thought about her. She knew he sat at home stroking his massive cock and spraying his belly with glutting loads of sperm. 

She wetted to the thought of it. He stood there stiffening in his pants. She had seen him naked. His round butt, glistening from an overhead dome light in his own home, with his wife there.

He was a dirty little cuss. She wanted nothing more than to make his dick scream for mercy. She wanted it to clinch so hard that little droplets of cum escaped on their own. 

Mitch took in every inch of her body. A slight pudge made up her midsection. Her cum belly as he called it. Her breasts seemed to shout out at him, chanting in his ears to touch them and squeeze them. But Mitch restrained.

“I apologize for my indecency, I hope you will not call the police on me.” She said licking her lips and taunting her pussy with her middle finger.

Mitch stood locked, unable to move except for the redirected flow of blood to his genitals. His body ached. Would it be so bad if I grabbed her threw her to the ground and fucked her right here, he thought deceptively. 

But she was the one doing it to him. She teased in her house as a form of payback for what he had done. Oh, what a night that had been. The image of his cock burned into her brain. She searched around the entire house for something large enough. Something that resembled his dick was all she needed. A vegetable in her crisper was he that night. She went to her bedroom, imagining him there and thrust the unsuspecting green course object into her as she screamed out his name. The torture that he had put her through. How badly she had needed to cum. How badly she wanted him to spray her tits with loads of his silky white fluid.

Mitch nodded. It was all he could do as she turned and walked away from him. He stared at her ass. The texture was smooth and supple. Her crack extending deep under her. He wanted to trace that line with his tongue. He wanted to feel her squirm in his mouth. He could only imagine all of her washing over his face.

“Mitch?” she asked wrapping a towel around her body. “Can I ask you a question?”

Her breasts pressed together and formed a deep valley consuming Mitch’s attention.

He quickly snapped out of it and replied. “What?” 

Mitch’s mouth was dry. He yearned for the liquid that she could squirt from her pussy. He could smell it lingering in the air. The acrid smell of sex was undeniable. But it was more that that. It was the dirtiest, most despicable, foulest, lewdest, most incomprehensible smell but sweet to the aroused man, the smell of heat. Her scent made Mitch engorge to maximum capacity. He was so hard he thought his dick would break through the brass zipper of his Levi’s

Then the words flowed from her mouth. “What would your wife think if she saw us fucking?” She emphasized fucking with her lips. This behavior was unlike her to Mitch. He almost fell to the floor right there. It would have been easier to take if she had whipped him first.

Mitch couldn’t reply. The strain on his groin made him want to break free from his denim. But he was cautious. It was a trap. Along with the smell in the air, Mitch could sense her deviance dripping from her clit.

“Mitch fuck me. Fuck me like your wife was watching. Fuck me like she was tied to a chair and squirming to stop the horrendous act but couldn’t because she was bound and tied. Mitch I want you to fuck me like you think I am a whore.”

Mitch almost came right then and there. She ripped open her towel swept all the items off of her coffee table, laid down, and spread her legs.

Mitch could see the wetness running down her thigh. The moisture glistened in the light like a piece of ice. But he knew it wasn’t cold. He only knew of the heat. A heat so thick, that he could cut it with a knife.

Mitch reeled. His decision was unknown even to him. The temptation of it all was overwhelming. He watched as she stroked her self. She did so with a curious eye on his crotch. Slow at first and then faster, more violently, like she was dying of thirst and wanted just a sip of water.

The excruciating view Mitch endured made his muscle bulge and his balls pulsate. He couldn’t take it anymore. He never would have known that her seeing him naked would have lead to such a thing. What had he set off? What had he started?

Mitch didn’t remove his clothing. He only undid his pants and drew them down past his knees. His dick stabbed the air as he descended down upon her.

She reached out, as he was about to enter her and slapped him. “Fuck me until I cum,” she commanded. Mitch leaned in, his face still hot from her fingers. With one hand Mitch grabbed his cock and wetted the tip by brushing it up and down on her pussy. His whole tip dunked in her lust. She squirmed on the coffee table and begged loudly. She screamed for him to fill her up.

Mitch withdrew and dug his nose right into her. He reached up and grabbed her pretty little pink nipples and as he flicked her clitoris with his tongue, he started applying pressure to the taught little erections. 

She wailed, in pain and in ecstasy. He probed with his tongue, flicking and lashing, pillaging her insides like she was the inside of a candy wrapper. She dug her filed nails into his skin, drawing blood from the shoulders. A mark his wife would easily identify.

Mitch removed his hands from her breasts and thrust two fingers up inside of her. She was tight. She barely gave way to his manly fingers. She gasped as he plunged down past the knuckles.

“You like that?” He asked with venom in his voice.

She couldn’t speak. He knew she couldn’t handle any more so he punished her by entering a third finger. Mitch saw her hold her breath. She groaned and clawed at the table. Beads of sweat built up on her tits.

“You like being fucked?” Mitch asked as he repeatedly withdrew his fingers and crammed them back in with a rage that only she could make alive.

All she could do was nod and whine. Mitch could hear her back on the wooden coffee table - a subtle suction noise.

Then when her pussy became unrestricted and she had adjusted to his three fingers he called to her. “Look at me!” She obeyed and watched him bring his hand up to his face. He stuck his finger into his mouth, moistened it and then drove into her backside. She howled accepting all. As he flicked with his tongue, probed and fucked with his fingers, he brought her to a climax.

Never had Mitch heard a women scream so loud in his life. She grabbed the sides of the table and forced her self on his hands and face. Her body arched and collapsed as each surge intensified.

Mitch withdrew his fingers and jabbed his dick into her. Her spasms were waving, like tidal expectancies. She grabbed his ass and made him pile into her. His dick, curled and engorged, shot forward into her. He pumped and pulsated deeper and deeper. He willed his dick to pummel her pussy as she accepted every last inch of his ripening staff.

Now soaked, Sara felt his pelvis banging off of hers. The joy, the magic, the control, all rolled up into this man. He was filthy and dirty. He demolished her. 

“Cum for me.” She wailed. Mitch yanked his penis from her and shot a stream of cum all over her belly. She sat forward, took him into her mouth and sucked the remains out of him while he convulsed.

She walked around the other side of him and pushed his back so that he was bent over hands pressed to the coffee table. From behind, she jerked him using his own sperm as lubricant.

“How do you like it?” she asked jamming two fingers into his ass dry - no lubrication. Mitch felt his ass give way to the pressure of her fingers. She stroked him violently, the lubrication gone. Friction turned to heat as heat turned to ecstasy. She fucked his ass hard, unrelenting. She coursed over his dick, squeezing as hard as she could.

Mitch moved into her motions. His ass expanding and contracting as she entered and left. His dick, trying to recover from orgasm, was still at full attention. She withdrew from his ass and dug a third finger into him. At that moment, he dumped a thick milky load all over the coffee table. It flowed from him in mounds. He gushed as she choked his dick to exhaustion.

Mitch could hardly stand as Sara readjusted Mitch’s position. She stuck her fingers in the pile of sperm and rubbed it all over her reddened ass. “Fuck me.” She yelled at him.

Sara bent over the coffee table. Mitch could see his cum lining her opening. With His dick sensitive but still hard, he placed his head up to her ass and pushed.

Mitch could tell that she was constricting her ass as hard as she could. The harder he tried to push the tighter she constricted.

Mitch grabbed Sara’s hips, gripping her with all ten fingers, with the strength of his legs, his back, and his arms; his cock surged through her little tight opening. Her ass squeezed all around him with maddening intensity.

She rocked back and forth as fast as she could. Mitch could feel the smooth walls and heat of her ass bring him to his third orgasm. She turned and looked at him, as he drilled into her from behind. “Cum now!” She screamed.

She turned quickly and took him back into her mouth. Like a straw she sucked with veracity. Mitch spilled his last drops into her mouth as she moaned like she was drinking a smooth espresso.

She stopped and stood. Mitch barely strong enough to stand, looked at her decimated body and smiled. She took her arms and wrapped them tightly around him and leaned in for a kiss.

They kissed softly at first and then Mitch opened his mouth to accept her tongue. As Mitch open his mouth Sara pushed the wad of cum into his mouth. They swirled it back and forth, tongues twirling and dancing in the thickness of his ejaculation. Mitch cleaned her mouth out, downing every last gulp of his own juice.

“I have to get going,” she said pulling away from him and wrapping the towel back around her. She walked upstairs and came back down ten minutes later.

“I’ll be back on Thursday,” she said. “Just keep an eye on the cat.”



Restitution Pt. 01



Carl paused at the heavy wooden door. He read the brass plaque centered on it, "Arthur Caswell, President and CEO". Now, just outside of his boss' door, his heart quickened. He'd been trying to think of why he was being summoned to Mr. Caswell's office. Could it be another promotion? But he'd just been promoted six months ago, his third promotion in four years. A special account maybe? A bonus? Carl took a steadying breath, opened the door and stepped inside.

Carl smiled brightly as he entered and in an enthusiastic tone he began his greeting, "Mr. Caswell! Always a pleasure...," Carl's words trailed off when he discovered his wife, Kelly already seated in the office, "...sir..." She too worked for Mr. Caswell in the accounting department.

Mr. Caswell was standing before her refilling the tumbler that Kelly's hand held out. She glanced at her husband and then at the floor.

Why was Kelly here and why was she drinking so early in the afternoon? And why did she look so uneasy? Carl swallowed hard and fought to maintain his composure.

"Uh hum...Sorry, I didn't expect to see my lovely bride. Her beauty always catches me off guard." Carl attempted to smile.

Arthur Caswell simply stared at him. "Close the door Carl," he directed flatly.

Carl did as he was told and his heart began to race. Still Kelly wouldn't look at him and gulped at her glass.

"Sit down Carl, we need to talk." Caswell retrieved another glass from his desk and as Carl settled into the large chair opposite his wife, he filled it and offered it to him. "Whiskey. I hate Scotch." Carl stared at the honey-colored liquid in the glass for a moment. "Take it," Caswell encouraged, "you're going to need it."

Carl's hand began to shake as he took the glass and tried to hide his nerves. Caswell circled back around behind his large wooden desk and settled into his high-back leather chair. He let silence hang in the air and he could almost taste their fear. Carl's eyes desperately darted back and forth from his wife to his boss.

"You've been stealing from me Carl," Mr. Caswell said matter-of-factly.

"What?!" Carl's voice was high as he over-dramatized his response. "Sir, now that's just ridiculous. I mean...How...er...Who is making these accusations?"

"He knows Carl," Kelly said sheepishly as she sipped from her glass.

Mr. Caswell held up a flash drive and twirled it in his fingers, "It's all right here Carl. Evidence."

Carl leaned forward and he pulled at his tie that suddenly felt like a noose around his windpipe. "Sir, there must some mistake. I mean come on now let's..."

"He knows Carl," Kelly barked! "I've looked at what's on that fucking drive!" Her eyes were afire as she glared at him. Then she again eased back, "He knows and he's got us."

"She's right Carl. You see, while most folks don't know it, I have an independent accounting firm that audits the books. I must say, you two were quite clever and avoided detection for a good while," Mr. Caswell looked hard at Carl, "But nothing lasts forever Carl and secrets are so very hard to keep." His bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he watched his words sink into the young man before him. "Soooo...eventually subtle abnormalities were discovered and after a good bit of investigating, they were able to make all the connections. But, I've always liked you two and I suppose I didn't want to believe it." Arthur watched the flash drive rolling in his fingers, his voice turned soft, "I didn't want to believe you'd misuse my trust." He cleared his throat and returned his gaze to the now sweating and visibly shaken Carl, "So I had them set you up. Much to my disappointment Carl, you took the bait."

"Sir, I can explain..." Carl started.

"No you can't Carl," Mr. Caswell interrupted. 

"You stole from me. That's all there is to it. You were both in on it. A nice arrangement I must say, with you in accounts management and moving up the ladder and your lovely wife cooking the books in finance. But, here we are. Tens of thousands of dollars too. That's grand larceny Carl. We're talking a decade behind bars. And there's a good case to be made for wire and mail fraud. Those are federal offenses Carl. The Fed's are an eager bunch and quite harsh in their approach to criminals." Arthur watched as the blood drained from Carl's face and, like his wife before, he now gulped at his glass.

"And of course, once it is reported to the IRS they will seize everything you own and then prosecute you for tax evasion. You're in very serious trouble Carl. The both of you are." Caswell tossed the flash drive onto his desk and eased back in his chair.

"Sir," Carl said in a shamed voice, "We'll pay it back."

"Really," Caswell replied? "Alright, I'll accept that offer." He watched Carl's eyes light up. 

"You have until the end of the day to transfer every penny of what you took into the company's account."

Carl deflated. "Sir, I...We can't do that. We...We need some time." He was nearly begging.

"Time Carl, is not a luxury you have and you certainly are in no position to make demands." Caswell studied him for a moment, "I tell you what I will do though," He watched them both look up at him with the faintest glimpse of hope. "She leaves the company and you work for free until the entire debt is repaid plus twenty five percent interest."

Carl gritted his teeth in frustration. "Sir, please. We'll lose everything."

Arthur chuckled, "Except your freedom. I'm offering a chance to avoid what will no doubt be lengthy and unpleasant prison sentences. I can imagine it will be especially hard on Kelly here. With her stunning looks I'll bet she'll be a real treasure to those hardened ladies."

Kelly turned her head and seethed in anger. She'd passed the point of wanting to cry and was mad now. Mad at the entire situation. And she'd never liked to be cornered. She knew that if she didn't do something, something drastic, their lives would be ruined.

She swallowed down the last of the whiskey and let her eyes close as she savored the burn in her chest. Her large eyes fluttered open, darker, lustier than a moment before.

Arthur Caswell was right around sixty years old but fit and handsome. His greying hair and bright blue eyes a stark but pleasing contrast to his tanned flesh. He exuded confidence and a sense of authority and the truth was, most all the ladies around the company found him attractive. Kelly had been no exception. But he was a career bachelor whose only true wife was the company he had built. The office rumors said he was known to pay high-class call girls for their unique services but never engaged in a committed relationship.

Kelly was undeniably gorgeous. At twenty-eight years old she was hitting her prime and it definitely showed. She was tall and leggy with long thick black hair. Her abundant breasts and broad hips combined to give her mouthwatering curves. She wore a short sleeved white blouse that barely contained her large tits, a tight-fitting blue skirt that accentuated her beautiful ass and open-toed silver heels. While Caswell was toying with her husband, Kelly had opened two more buttons on her blouse and her milky cleavage was now obvious.

"Or...," Kelly began, "perhaps we can work out some...other...type of arrangement." She smiled playfully at the older gentleman. Carl's mouth fell open in disbelief. 

Caswell turned in his chair and brought his fingertips together before his face. He admired the sexy woman and contemplated her less than subtle suggestion. "Oh, I'm always open to suggestions Kelly. What did you have in mind?" He cocked his head in feigned innocence.

Kelly leaned forward so that the tops of her pillowy breasts were on full display as she seductively rose from the chair. "Oh come now Arthur," she said while her sexy feet brought her closer to him, "I've seen you looking at me." Kelly's long-lashed eye winked and she smiled.

"Kelly!" Carl snapped. "What are you doing?!" Carl was at the edge of his seat staring at his wife in disbelief.

"Be quite Carl," Kelly chastised without looking away from Caswell. She was soon easing around behind her boss' desk and he turned his chair to face her.

"Kelly! No! Stop! Stop right now," Carl yelled!

Kelly's head snapped toward her husband and her eyes turned to angry slits. "Shut the fuck up Carl or you'll be getting gang-raped for the next decade!" Kelly seethed and then drew a deep breath. She turned back to Caswell and ran the backs of long red nails through his hair. Her other hand freed the remaining buttons of her blouse. She watched Caswell's eyes roam over her flat stomach and take in the sight of her ample breasts fighting against their black-lacey restraint.

"What do you say Arthur?" Her voice was low and sultry.

Caswell's strong hands reached inside her open blouse and gripped her sides, "What about him," he asked with a toss of his head in Carl's direction.

Kelly leaned down close to Arthur's face, "Do you want to fuck him too?" She smiled.

Caswell yanked her into him and kissed her deeply. His hands roamed hungrily up her back and deftly unsnapped her bra. Kelly straddled his legs and hurriedly peeled off her blouse and whipped her bra off her arms. Caswell took a deep lusty breath at the sight of her beautiful heavy breasts with their thick nipples and large areola. His fingers kneaded them and felt their weight before his head plunged forward. His tongue lavished the soft flesh, her perfume filled his mind and fueled his hunger. He sucked at her stiff nipples while her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. It was hot and lurid. 

Kelly's hands roamed over the older man's firm hairy chest. She kissed him greedily while her fingers felt out his belt buckle, her hips ground against his crotch. Caswell kicked off his shoes while his lips took turns on Kelly's mouth and tits. He grunted slightly when he felt her firm grip on his half-hard penis. Kelly deftly fished it out of his pants and stroked it while her boss, their boss, sucked at her big tits and his hands roamed over her back and thighs.

She snatched a quick breath and then lowered herself. Carl watched Caswell's ass lift up as his wife was obviously pulling his pants off. He could only see the very tip of her head as it moved up and down and slid around. His mouth hung open as he watched and squirmed in the chair. A part of him wanted to smash his boss' face into a pulp but another part of him wanted to slide in behind his wife and...He just sat there, watching and gripping the chair until his knuckles turned white.

Caswell's hand wrapped into Kelly's hair and he watched her suck at his swelling cock. His upper lip snarled at the sight of her big lusty eyes looking up at him while her thick red lips swallowed him.

Kelly was shocked by the size of Arthur's cock. It was longer than Carl's but more than that, it was incredibly thick. Her finger couldn't come close to touching her thumb when she stroked it and it stretched her lips to their maximum as she tried to take all of him but failed. Her head slowly bounced up and down and Carl could hear the sucking noises she was making. Caswell rested back in his chair and held her head as it bobbed and he groaned in satisfaction. Carl could tell by the movement of her head and the desperate breaths she would snatch that Caswell must've had a large cock. He fumed with anger but his ass wiggled in the chair.

Soon Caswell pulled Kelly up to her feet and spun her around to face his desk, and Carl. He hiked her skirt up around her waist and yanked her black panties down. Kelly's hands landed on the desk, her eyes closed. Caswell's strong fingers gripped her soft thick ass and spread her apart. She gasped when he plunged his tongue into her nether hole and licked her with a wild hunger. He scrunched his neck and lapped at her puffy folds, the scent of her sex driving him wild with lust. Without any conscious thought, Kelly spread her legs and pulled one of her knees up onto the desk to allow him full access to her.

He devoured her. He'd lick her from her swollen clit clear to her quivering asshole and then back again before slathering her ass cheeks with his tongue and then diving back in for more. Her lips, puffy from sucking his fat cock hung open and her eyes fluttered. She was panting and subtle but obvious groans began to escape her lips.

Caswell tore his face away from her glistening crotch and stood. He gripped his rock-hard cock. He rubbed it between Kelly's soft ass and over her tight hole and she gasped in both fear and anticipation. But Caswell's hand landed on her shoulder, the other pointed the tick purple head of his cock straight at her now visibly wet pussy. He watched it press between her engorged lips and felt her deep heat at the very tip of him. He released his shaft and gripped her other shoulder.

He held himself there for just a moment and felt Kelly fighting the urge to push backward. Her breath held in her chest her head down as her whole body readied for what was about to come. Caswell pulled back on her shoulders and thrust his hips forward. In one hard push he was balls deep into her tight sex and Kelly's head thrust back and an animalistic groan rumbled from deep inside of her.

Caswell pulled back until just the tip of meaty cock was inside of her and then again plunged into her body. Kelly moaned and thrust her hips back and ground her ass about. Caswell ever-so slowly stroked in and out of her and Kelly began to pant and coo.

Carl watched his wife's lust-filled face, her heavy breasts rocked to and fro as his boss slowly pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. He wanted to cry when he realized his own cock was raging hard in his slacks. Caswell felt Kelly's vaginal muscles slowly relaxing, adjusting to his girth and he began to quicken his tempo. Soon he was fucking Kelly in earnest and Carl could hear her wetness. He could smell her sex. She was soaking wet and he knew it.

Kelly was groaning without abandon now as Caswell hammered into her. His massively thick cock stretched her in ways she'd never known and in short order the sensations overtook her. Arthur could feel her deep inner-vaginal muscles spasm and her asshole flexed wildly as she came on his intruding cock. Kelly cried out as wave after hot wave of intense pleasure erupted from deep inside her belly and crashed out over her entire body. She could feel her juices flowing over Arthur's impaling rod and she fought to breathe. Caswell held his cock balls deep in her as she thrashed about with her powerful orgasm. Alas she regained the tiniest semblance of control. She ever so slightly opened her eyes to see her husband watching her. She could see his hard on in his pants and it only turned her on more. It was so wrong but it felt so good. Caswell resumed his assault on her now electrified wetness and her eyes smashed shut as she came again.

Caswell himself was grunting now. Sweat dripped off his forehead and pussy juice dribbled down his cock as he hammered into Kelly's hot sex. His hands gripped her hips and fucked her hard and fast. His breaths became erratic as he drew closer and closer to release.

Carl knew the man was about to cum. Not just because of the sounds Caswell was making or the way his thrusts were becoming sporadic or even the way his ass was clenching, but he could see it on his wife's face. He knew that deep inside her wet pussy she was feeling him pulse with that tell-tale signal. He could see her hips grinding up and down and shoving back in encouragement, just like she did with him. Or was it just like it? Had she ever been this crazed with lust when he'd fucked her?

Caswell groaned and yanked Kelly hard onto his cock until her ass pressed against his belly. His balls drew up tight and he shuddered. Kelly's head thrust back, her dark hair wild across her face as she felt the powerful explosion inside her pussy. Caswell ground into her and shakily thrust in and out as another thick shot of cum pumped inside her soaking wet cunt. She could feel his hot seed filling her and she shivered and moaned deep in her throat as she yet again came.

Kelly felt Caswell's fat cock eventually begin to soften and retreat from her well-fucked and now sloppy pussy. He staggered back a bit and Kelly struggled to get air into her lungs. Her shaky arms pushed herself up and off the desk. She swiped her hair from her face and pulled down her skirt. She cleared her throat and looked around for her bra and blouse.

Caswell snatched her panties off the floor and walked around the end of his desk wearing nothing more than his socks. He walked over to Carl. Carl's head was down but his eyes opened to find Caswell's big cock near his face. It was slathered in cum, his and his wife's.

Carl was frozen as anger and lust fought a duel in his chest.

Caswell wiped his cock off with Kelly's panties and tossed them into Carl's lap. "I'll be in touch," he panted.

Kelly did her best to get herself together but it was mostly futile. Without another word, the couple exited Caswell's office. Marjorie, the secretary was eyeing them with a knowing, disgusted look. Apparently, Kelly had been louder than any of them realized. Carl took his wife by the elbow and hurried her along. Kelly could feel the hot thick cum dribbling down her inner thigh and she actually feared it might drip onto the carpet as they rushed through the offices. All of their eyes were on them. These people all knew them, friends and coworkers.

They didn't speak a word as they drove home. Kelly could feel Carl's emotion in the air and a part of her feared what might happen once they did get home. Did she feel ashamed? Somewhat yes but try as she might, she didn't sense that emotion nearly as much as she thought she should. Or perhaps, as much as the world would have her believe she should. She did however, genuinely hate the idea that she'd hurt the man she loved. Despite it all, she truly did love Carl.

Carl stopped the car in the driveway with a lurch and slammed the door as he stormed away from his wife. Kelly found him in the kitchen throwing down shots of whiskey.

"Carl..." she started in a low voice.

He spun around and was before her in an instant. His lips were pursed tight together and he seethed. His hands gripped her upper arms and it hurt. Kelly's eyes looked into his.

"When you came," he snarled, "was it real?"

"What? Carl stop. Let's talk," Kelly replied.

"Was it real," Carl roared and gave her a shake!

Kelly dipped her head, "yes," she whispered. She was sure Carl was going to slap her and she was prepared for it.

But instead, he smothered her lips with his and kissed her hotly. Kelly was caught completely off-guard. She tried to recover and just as she began to kiss back, Carl dropped to his knees. Kelly watched him shove her skirt up and then plunge his face into her crotch. Carl pressed his nose against her and took a deep breath. He could smell Caswell's cum mixed in with the sweet scent of his wife's musk. He hungrily pushed his head between her thighs and sucked at her still swollen pussy. Kelly gasped both from the idea and the feeling.

Carl pushed her ass back atop the small breakfast table and shoved her legs apart. He lapped at her puffy cum-covered lips and his cock grew painfully hard. He could taste the other man's cum and for some reason it drove him insane with desire. Kelly panted and held his head, her ass bucked and she ground her heat into his face.

"Oh fuck Carl," she cried out, "I love you." She had been so filled by Caswell just a short time ago that she knew Carl had to be tasting him. Kelly writhed as she came yet again, but this time on her adoring husband's face. So much emotion had been unleashed this day.

Carl held her thighs and licked her to yet another orgasm before hurriedly standing up and dropping his pants to his ankles. He gripped his cock and pressed it into Kelly's wet sex. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast. He wanted to fuck her like Caswell had. But deep down he knew he couldn't. Kelly's pussy was stretched. Her deep muscles didn't milk at his cock the way they always did before. The image of Caswell's half-hard, cum-covered cock dangling just before his face flashed through Carl's mind as he pushed into his wife. Even in that state Caswell's cock was bigger than his was fully hard. But more than just his size, he also knew he couldn't last that long. Already his cock was tingling and signaling his rapidly approaching orgasm.




Restitution Pt. 01



Carl humped his wife and began to grunt. He was desperate to hold off, to keep the orgasm at bay but it was far too late. Kelly cooed and rubbed his arms in reassurance. Carl's ass clenched, his teeth gritted and he felt the first shot explode into his wife's well-fucked cunt. His balls seemed to roil in his sack as his cock pulsed and gushed cum. He couldn't remember ever cumming so much.

Carl shook as he was finally spent. He could feel the cum running out of her and dripping off of his balls. How much of it was Caswell's cum he wondered? Probably none as he was quickly reminded that he'd only a moment before been lapping at her. He was disgusted with himself in so many ways.

Kelly cupped his cheek and cooed reassuringly. "It's going to be okay baby. We're going to be okay..." She pulled her husband's head to her warm, comforting breasts and held him. Kelly's eyes looked off into nowhere as she wondered if she even believed herself. She knew, nothing was ever going to be the same for them again...



Restitution Pt. 02



Carl wiped at his face and pulled himself away from Kelly's bosom. His head ducked and he hurriedly pulled his pants up from his ankles. His cock was still wet as he stuffed it into his briefs. He made no attempt to button his trousers but rather held them together with his hand and turned away from his wife. He paused as if he was about to say something, Kelly watched him intently. But his shoulders slumped and he silently departed the kitchen.

Kelly slipped off the small breakfast table and onto the floor. She pulled her knees up and crossed her arms over them. She rested her cheek on her arms and took a deep breath. For the second time in an hour she felt a man's cum oozing out of her. This time it was her husband's but earlier it had been from their boss, Arthur Caswell. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly to clear the thought from her mind. She didn't want to remember it just now. Didn't want to remember how hard and how many times she came.

Why had they stolen from him? How in the world did they ever think they'd get away with it? Stupid! But there was no sense in dwelling on the why's now, what was done was done and Arthur had enough evidence to put them both in prison for many years had he so chosen. They could have taken him up on his offer to work for free to repay the debt but that would have surely meant losing all that they had as it would take them a long time to square that account. And so Kelly did the only thing she could think to do and so far, it seemed to work. Caswell had literally fucked her out of her mind, or at least any semblance of conscious thought. But it all unfolded right in front of Carl and it was obvious he wasn't handling it well. Kelly didn't feel guilty about trying to save their lives from ruin but she abhorred the thought of hurting Carl. She loved him.

Kelly stood and cleaned the small table where moments before her husband and spent himself inside of her. She moved out to the living room and peeled off her skirt and blouse. She was panty-less and the image of Caswell using them to wipe the cum off his cock and then tossing them in Carl's lap flashed through her mind. Her eyes flashed up the stairs toward their bedroom where Carl must've gone. She sighed and resolved to let him be for a while. She picked up her phone and discovered a message from Caswell. It informed her that the two of them were take a couple weeks off, with pay. She tossed it down without a response. Kelly lay down on the couch and was soon fast asleep.

That night and all the next day passed without her and Carl speaking more than cursory words to one another. If she even hinted at talking about what had happened Carl would shut down or snap at her. When she would get into bed Carl would scoot away from her and wrap up in the blankets.

But by the third day, Kelly had had enough. Carl was on the couch watching television and she abruptly placed herself between it and him. Carl tossed his hands up in frustration.

"If you don't want to talk, fine," Kelly started. "But I need you to know that I hate that I hurt you. I didn't know what else to do Carl. When Caswell was threatening to destroy our lives...I just...I just used the only power I could think that I still had. I need you to..."

"I liked it," Carl nearly whispered without looking up at her.

It caught Kelly off-guard. "What," she asked softly?

"I...uh hum...I liked it," Carl repeated and rubbed his down-turned face.

Kelly paused for a moment and let his words sink in. She recalled seeing his pants tented up with his obvious hard-on when Caswell was fucking her but she'd chalked that up to an unavoidable physical reaction. She turned slightly in the direction of the kitchen and thought about him taking her on the breakfast table just after it happened. At the time, she'd surmised it was just pure emotion and some male need to reclaim what was his. But now, now she realized that he'd done it simply because he was turned on. Kelly cocked her head in surprise and swallowed to wet her throat.

"You liked watching him fuck me," Kelly tried to sound gentle but instantly realized how the question must've sounded to Carl. She saw him grimace in frustration.

"I'm so sorry Kelly. I know you think I'm some sort of freak or that I'm weak or that I don't love you but it's just that..." Carl paused and fought back tears of anger and embarrassment. "I don't know..." He shook his head and slammed the remote control down onto the coffee table.

"Carl, it's okay," Kelly reassured him as she processed what he was telling her. She'd spent the the past days thinking she'd hurt him but in reality he was trapped in his own frustration and embarrassment. "Tell me, is that something you'd thought about before or did it just come out when you were watching us?" She watched his face tense up and already knew the answer but she wanted to hear him say it, "Carl..." she pressed.

"Before," he replied meekly.

"I need some lemonade," Kelly responded and turned for the kitchen.

Carl hadn't expected that response and he began to feel anger in his chest. Just as he was about to lash out Kelly called over her shoulder, "Come with me Carl." As he rose he heard her call to him from the kitchen, "And bring me your tablet."

Carl snatched up his tablet and went to meet his wife. He found her sitting at that same breakfast table, the sun cascading through the windows made her black mane shine and he couldn't help but marvel in her beauty.

"Sit down," she instructed him and waited for him to comply. Her eyes stayed on his face but he could barely look back at her. She sipped at her lemonade and the clink of the ice in the glass seemed like thunder to Carl's ears. "Log into your tablet and let me have it."

"Kelly wait..." Carl began to protest.

"Do it," Kelly snapped!

Carl complied and slid the tablet to his wife. She propped it up and her finger began punching around the icons in search of porn. "Let's see what you've been up to Carl."

It took a little rooting around but Kelly eventually found the pictures Carl had been saving. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she knew it wasn't what she'd found. There were the more mainstream porn pics but then there were the other ones. Kelly's finger swiped at the screen as images of men in bondage flashed by followed by male genitals in all manner of torment and even crossdressing. There were images of men watching other men fuck women, some of them bound to chairs and gagged. She found pictures of men licking cum off of a woman's pussy and licking their feet. And there was lots of bi and gay porn.

Carl knew by the look on her face that she'd discovered all his dark secrets. He wanted to turn inside out or just disappear. He was sure his wife was so disgusted with him that their marriage was over. Caswell might was well put him in prison!

"Carl..." Kelly began without looking up from the screen.

"Kelly, please just listen..." Carl interrupted.

"Carl," Kelly snarled, "take off your clothes."

Carl was shocked. He'd been sure she was going to tell him to pack his bags and get out. Kelly kept flicking through the pictures and then found his bookmarks and began exploring them. Carl stood and quietly undressed in the warm sunlight. Soon, he was completely exposed to his wife, physically and emotionally. There was nothing left to hide now.

Kelly had opened a website with stories about men in chastity, submissive men, so-called "hot wives", and the like. She found a title that intrigued her and began reading. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Carl begin to sit down.

"I didn't say you could sit Carl," Kelly said.

"I..." Carl didn't finish and remained standing.

Kelly read with both fascination and an undeniable personal curiosity. As Kelly became educated on what was known as Cock-and-Ball-Torture, or CBT, edging, orgasm denial and more she both learned and found herself excited by the idea. She'd always loved power, her power. She glanced up at her naked husband and gripped his testicles. She pulled and squeezed and kneaded them as she read another story. And then still more stories and websites and without even really thinking about it, she'd been playing with what was now his swollen cock.

She paused to look at him and found his dick leaking. Thinking about what she'd read, what she'd seen in those pictures and remembering how he'd devoured her after the office fucking, Kelly pulled the shiny pre-cum onto her finger and held it up. Without a word Carl bent and sucked her finger into his mouth and Kelly felt a distinct tug low in her belly.

She gripped his hard dick and used her thumb to rub his wetness into the underside of his swollen glands. Carl shuddered and grunted. Kelly watched his face intently as she pleasured him. Carl's fists clenched and he began to groan and pant.

"Oh baby," Kelly cooed in a sexy voice, "are you gonna cum baby?"

Carl grunted as he fought back the urge, his teeth clenched.

Kelly rubbed that sensitive spot faster pausing to stroke his shaft and then again back to working his head.

Carl began to pant and his thighs clenched, "Oh shit Kelly..."

Kelly yanked her hand away and Carl's hips twitched and his cock bounced up and down. He groaned in deep frustration. So close... A small glob of actual cum oozed out of his slit and slowly stretched to the floor. Kelly discovered she loved it.

She pushed the tablet away from her and leaned back in the wooden kitchen chair. She just eyed him for a moment and let him hang there in whatever state he must be in. She considered asking him if he was sure he wanted to explore this path but his admission and his dripping cock told her all she needed to know.

Kelly slipped her hand slowly into her sweatpants and Carl's eyes watched in delight. He could see her hand rubbing her sweet sex. There was no arguing the images, the stories, and the entire notion of all of this had made her quite excited. Kelly pulled her hand from her pants and she held her shiny finger up before her.

"Smell," she instructed.

Carl leaned down, his eyes fluttered shut and he sucked her scent into his nose. Kelly saw his cock twitch.

She pulled her finger away from his face and seductively sucked it into her full red lips. Carl groaned.

"In my panty drawer you will find some plain white cotton panties," she began, "Get them." Carl began to turn away but she stopped him, "Wait! I want you to also bring me a marker and my phone."

Carl was perplexed but intrigued and set off to do as she bid. When he returned, he found his sexy wife naked in the chair and once again looking at his tablet. Her large breasts and sultry eyes made his dick throb. Kelly had Carl lay the panties crotch side down on the table and she stretched them tight with her hands.

"Now, write on the them 'Wish You Were Here'," she directed.

Carl gulped and stared into his wife's eyes.

"Do you want this or not Carl," she asked? 

"Because after this, there is no going back."

Carl contemplated it for a moment and then began scrawling the words on her panties. Kelly pulled them up over her broad hips and climbed atop the table onto her hands and knees. She instructed Carl to take pictures of her with her phone and set about posing. After several shots, Kelly took the phone and flicked through the images. She was especially pleased with one that showed her thick black hair spilling across her arched back, her large breast squished out to the side and the message plainly legible across her upturned ass.

"This one," she declared. "Send it to him."

Carl looked at her in disbelief. He knew what they were doing but somehow just couldn't come to grips with the fact that it was really happening. He found Caswell's contact and sent him the image. 

It had barely gone when there was a reply, "Home?"

Kelly looked over Carl's shoulder and she nodded at him to answer.

"Yes. Got the address?"

It took a little longer to get a response this time but then, "Yes. Half an hour?"

Carl looked up into his wife's now dark eyes. Kelly contemplated it a moment.

"Hour," she declared. Caswell may hold a lot of the cards, but he didn't hold them all! Carl sent the message.

"See you soon," was the response.

Standing behind him, Kelly kissed Carl's neck and his eyes fluttered. Her hand softly trailed down his chest and over his belly until fingers played in his pubic hair. Carl winced when she yanked several of them out. She brought them before his eyes and rubbing her fingers together let them fall onto his lap.

"I want this gone. All of it," she directed with a seductive but sharp bite on his ear.

Carl scurried off to do as his wife commanded and Kelly contemplated what to wear. She settled on a very tight pair of denim shorts and an equally tight white t-shirt. No bra and no panties.

After a while Carl was standing naked before his wife and she was examining his now clean shaven genitals. Her long red nails stroked his testicles and flicked along his dick. "Now don't you just look like the cute little boy," Kelly teased?

Carl was embarrassed but pleased at the same time. Just then the doorbell rang. Kelly glanced at the clock, it had only been forty-five minutes. She smirked at Caswell's compromise but insistence.

Carl nearly jumped out of his skin. "Shit! He's here! I need to get some shorts or something." He looked down into Kelly's big eyes, "Let him in and I'll be right back!"

Kelly snatched his scrotum in her hand just as he turned to flee. Carl squealed as she sank her nails into his now very sensitive flesh. "You'll do no such thing boy."

"Kelly please,' Carl pleaded.

"You wanted it. Well now you have it boy," Kelly gave his testicles a tight squeeze and found herself enjoying Carl's grunt of pain. "Our guest has arrived. Answer the door boy."

Carl's eyes widened. "But Kelly, its daylight. The neighbors..."

The bell rang again. "Then I guess you better hide behind the door Carl. Now go let him in," Kelly freed his balls and eyed him sternly.

Carl swallowed hard. His heart thundered in his chest as he crept to the door. His hand reached out and gripped the knob and pulled. And sure enough, there was Arthur Caswell standing on his porch, bottle of wine in hand. Carl hid behind the door and Caswell eyed him curiously.

"Come...huh hum...Come in Mr. Caswell," Carl stammered.

Caswell stood there for a moment considering things. "Either you're naked or hiding a gun Carl. Which is it," he asked?

Carl's eyes darted about, "naked," he sighed.

Caswell smirked. "Her idea," he asked?

Carl dipped his head and nodded. Did he really want to go through with this? Too late now.

Caswell entered their home and found Kelly eased back in a cushioned chair with her long silky legs crossed on the coffee table.

"You're early," she greeted him.

Caswell smiled, "Late by my account."

Kelly flicked her eyes in feigned indifference.

"I brought some wine," Caswell held up the bottle of red.

"I could use some wine," Kelly replied. "Carl be a good boy and take the bottle from Arthur."

Carl stepped beside Caswell, his hands over his crotch. Carl's body hair was naturally light and sparse but he'd taken Kelly's direction to shave quite seriously. His genitals, belly and most of his thighs were bare and smooth. Carl held out one hand for the bottle, the other still cupped his cock and balls.

"You know what, on second thought, just go fetch us a couple glasses," Kelly directed.

Carl set the bottle on the coffee table and his head jerked in embarrassed acknowledgement. He strode toward the kitchen. Carl was thin with a runner's build but his ass was tight and Kelly always thought it was quite cute. For as long as Arthur's eyes stayed on Carl as he strode away Kelly couldn't help but wonder if he shared her opinion.

Caswell looked back at Kelly and caught her quizzical look. "What?"

Kelly shrugged her shoulders coyly, "Oh nothing..."

"Well, you have to admit this isn't something a guy encounters every day ya know?" Caswell offered in his defense.

Carl returned with two glasses in one hand and the other still hiding his genitals. But he quickly realized he wasn't going to be able to open and pour the wine and continue to hide himself. He resigned himself to his fate with a deep breath and set about getting his wife and her new lover, their mutual boss, some wine.

Caswell sat down across from Kelly. "So what's this all about," he quarried with a flick of his head toward Carl.

"Well...," Kelly began as she took her glass from her nude red-faced husband, "it turns out I married quite a little pervert." Carl's eyes fluttered shut and he grimaced but poured a glass for Caswell. "I guess it took you fucking my brains out to get him to admit his dark secrets to me."

Carl stood fully exposed before his boss and handed him his wine. Caswell took in the sight of his shrunken penis and retreating balls. Devoid of hair and so drawn up he looked quite juvenile.

"And those are?" Caswell pressed and sipped at his wine.

Kelly smiled slyly, "Oh he liked it. He liked watching." Kelly let her eyes fall on her husband who was now standing dutifully off to the side between the conversing pair. "My husband is quite the closet slut Arthur. You should see the things he's been looking at and reading about. Bondage, cock torture, submission, even cuckold stuff. And..."

Carl's head dipped as he knew Kelly was going to tell Caswell everything.

"And..." Arthur said with a cock of his head?

"And I'm fairly certain he wants to suck cock." Kelly watched her words sting her husband but his cock began to swell out from hiding and she knew he was enjoying it as much as he was hating it. "It has certainly been a week of revelations." Kelly wiggled her feet playfully and sipped her wine.

Caswell looked Carl up and down, "Well Carl I admire your willingness to acknowledge your..." he paused dramatically and looked at the naked man's crotch, "your short comings shall we say." Carl's clenched teeth pleased Caswell.

There was a moment of awkward silence and tension began to creep into the air.

"Good wine," Kelly complimented.

"Your text message didn't give me the impression you were looking for idle conversation Kelly," Caswell replied with a smirk.

Kelly gulped down the last of her wine and slowly, seductively licked her thick bright red lips. "Good, 'cuz I'm not." She rose and Caswell's eyes drank in her luscious curves as she stepped toward him. As she passed her naked husband, her nails reached out and tickled his balls. She strode sexily toward her target.

Kelly slid her knees onto Caswell's lap and sat atop him. She kissed him hard and heavy and ground her denim-clad crotch onto his. She bit at his lip and rubbed his strong chest as he pressed back up against her. He urged Kelly back up onto her feet and turned her around. The creases of her soft ass peaked out from the too-high legs of her shorts. 

He rubbed her cheeks, "Fuck you've got a great ass."

Kelly purred and slowly wiggled it from side to side. Caswell plunged his nose into her crotch and even through the fabric he could smell her sex beginning to come alive. He stood and rather aggressively wrapped one arm around her waist and the other cupped her chin and pulled her head back to him. His strong hand ran over her stretched throat and Kelly's breath caught in both fear and excitement. Caswell bit her neck and she winced. His hand slipped under her t-shirt and kneaded her heavy breast. Her nipple instantly hardened.

Caswell yanked her shirt up over her head and Kelly's large tits bounced. His hands gripped them and squeezed them and pulled at her thick hard nipples. He was looking over Kelly's shoulder and saw Carl watching them from the corner of his eye. He looked down and noticed his cock had begun to relax and swell.




Restitution Pt. 02



He forced his hand into the front of Kelly's tight shorts and she sucked in her belly to give him freer access. His finger pressed hard against her budding clit and slid between her lips and pulled her wetness up onto her nub. It was rough but pleasing and Kelly's eyes fluttered and her hands reached back and gripped Arthur's hips. Already she was his.

"Have you been thinking about my big cock ever since I fucked you," he growled.

"Yes," Kelly admitted.

"I bet your little bitch-boy there has never made you cum like that has he?" Arthur asked with a hard rub on her clit.

Kelly didn't answer.

Caswell tweaked her nipple and jerked up on her clit and she yelped slightly, "Has he?!" He insisted forcefully.

"No." Kelly half-whispered and Caswell eased off the pressure.

He watched Carl's shoulders sink but his dick continued to swell. He pushed his finger into Kelly's now wet folds and she gasped and her mouth opened. He slid it in and out of her until it was thoroughly coated with her juices and then yanked his hand from her shorts. He brought his glistening finger to Kelly's lower lip and rubbed her own juices across it. Her tongue flicked out and she sucked it into her warm mouth. Her own scent and the taste of her pussy drove her deeper into her lust.

His fingers unbuttoned her shorts and jerked the zipper down. He shoved them to the floor leaving Kelly fully naked. One hand returned to rubbing her breast and playing with her nipple while the other slid firmly along her inner thigh ever-so close to her sex. He bit and kissed her shoulder.

"Does it turn you on to make him watch," he asked loud enough for Carl to hear?

Kelly's eyes remained closed as she surrendered to the situation, "Yes."

Caswell freed her tits and pulled her around to his side so that she was facing Carl. "Come here boy," he commanded in a low but firm tone.

Carl's Adam's-apple bobbed in his dry throat and he watched his feet begin to shuffle toward his boss. Soon he was standing before the older man, his head still bowed.

"Take off my shirt," Caswell instructed.

Carl's shaky fingers reached out and began unbuttoning Caswell's dress shirt. He slowly pulled it from his pants and then he stepped behind Caswell to ease the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Caswell snapped his head from side to side, rolled his shoulders, and popped his knuckles as if he was loosening up for an athletic event. In a sense, he was.

"Now take off my shoes and socks," he ordered while watching Kelly's face. She looked desperate to help her humiliated husband. Her eyes looked watery and he thought he saw words beginning to form on her lips. He gripped her wrist and slowly wagged his head in intervention. Kelly looked at him, swallowed hard, and remained silent.

Carl crept back around in front of him and slowly eased onto his knees. Caswell put his hands on his hips and hovered above the naked crouching man in full dominance. Carl stuffed Arthur's socks into his dress shoes and set them aside.

"Take off my pants," Caswell directed.

Carl's hands shook as he straightened his back and reached out for Caswell's belt buckle. His chest was alive with humiliation, fear, shame, and no small amount of excitement. His stomach knotted but his heart began to hammer. He watched the leather tip slip from the gold buckle and he freed the hasp. His fingers trembled as he popped open the button and slowly dragged his boss' zipper down. Looking down on him, Caswell relished it.

Caswell put his hands atop Carl's head to steady himself as he stepped out of his trousers. 

Carl's eyes landed on his thick cock pressing against the tight fabric of his briefs. Even soft it was impressive. He could see the large vein that ran down the length of the shaft and his chiseled head was fully outlined. His heavy balls hung low and filled his shorts. He swallowed hard.

Caswell pulled his head into his crotch, burying Carl's nose against his cock and balls. Carl fought for air and his nose was filled with Caswell's sweaty musky scent. The smell of cock. Caswell's head fell back and he took a long slow breath as he bathed himself in his complete domination over the man who had been stealing from him.

At last he freed Carl's head and the trembling man sucked some much-needed air into his lungs. 

"Take them off," Caswell growled.

Carl struggled to regain control of himself and his hands reached up. His eyes were fixated on Caswell's long, plump cock. He pulled them down and his breath shuddered when the huge member was revealed. Again Caswell used his head for support as he was freed from his underwear.

He put his hands back on his hips and stared down on the meek, cowering man before him. "Kiss it," he snarled.

Carl looked up at him with desperate pleading eyes. He couldn't do it. Carl quite quickly realized that fantasy and reality are often very different things and despite how excited he'd get looking at those gay-porn pictures, now, literally confronted with a cock just a fraction from his face, he froze.

His stomach turned and his head wagged slightly. But he found no remorse in Caswell's dark stare.

Caswell's fingers wrapped into Carl's hair and tugged. "Kiss it or I will face-fuck you until your lips bleed," he hissed!

Carl closed his eyes and leaned forward. He felt the flesh touch his lips and he gave it a quick peck.

"Slower, softer," Caswell directed with another yank of Carl's head.

Carl took a deep breath and pursed his lips. He felt the warmth and fullness of Caswell's thick shaft as he kissed it.

Caswell freed his hair. "That's it. Now, kiss the tip. The very tip."

Carl had to arch his neck and scrunch to get his lips low enough to find the low-hanging tip. He kissed it and could taste the faintest hint of saltiness on his lips.

"That's a good bitch. Kiss the cock that made your wife scream," Caswell commanded in triumph.

Carl thought he might puke but again he kissed the very tip of Caswell's now swelling cock. 

Caswell gripped the base of his shaft and rubbed his dick over Carl's cheek and plopped it against his eye. It was warm and heavy.

"You know Kelly," Caswell began, "I think you're right. I think he likes it."

Kelly felt herself feeling sorry for her humiliated husband and again considered intervening, saving him. But when she looked between his bent legs she saw the shiny thread of pre-cum dangling from his half-hard dick. Rather than saving him, she herself grabbed Caswell's growing member and rubbed it on Carl's upturned face.

"Mmmm...Of course he does. How could anyone not love this beautiful cock," she teased? She dropped to her knees beside her husband and nudged him to the side like a puppy fighting for a teet. Her large lusty eyes looked up at Arthur and her tongue slowly swirled around his thick head. Kelly purred and stroked him to life as her tongue teased him. She sucked half of him into her stretched lips and relaxed. She returned to slathering his cock with her tongue, getting it wet. Now that she was more comfortable, more turned on, and in a better physical position than she had been at the office, she was determined to swallow Arthur until his balls rested on her chin. Slowly she began to devour him and when she felt the thick head at the back of her throat she relaxed and arched her neck and gobbled up the rest of his pulsing cock.

Caswell growled in satisfaction. His hands pulled Kelly's long, dark mane behind her head and he watched her head bob back and forth on his huge tool. Carl knelt there watching as well.

"Fuck Carl, your wife is an amazing cock sucker," Caswell declared. "I wish I would have caught you two stealing from me a long time ago!"

Kelly sucked Caswell's clean-shaven balls into her mouth and her hand stroked his hard saliva-coated shaft. She rubbed his cock on her face and lapped at it. Carl knew she was worshipping it. He'd never seen Kelly adore anything like she did Caswell's massive manhood. She continued stroking him and looked up into his eyes, "Fuck me Arthur. Fuck me," Kelly nearly begged.

Carl was shocked. His wife was always in control, always. Even in the height of desire Kelly remained in subtle but obvious control of herself. But not now. The look of utter lust on her face told Carl that her pleading was genuine and she was completely under Arthur Caswell's spell.

Kelly scurried back onto the couch. She eagerly planted her heels wide apart on the very edge. Her knees were up high placing her on full display. Her petals were pouted out and butterfly shaped and shined with her visible excitement. She ran her long-nailed finger between her wet folds while her eyes beckoned Arthur to her.

The pad of her finger swirled around her swollen clit and she slowly masturbated while they both watched. She cupped her tit and pulled at her nipple and her finger began to move in quicker, harder circles. Caswell snatched his wine glass off the table and downed the remainder of its contents. He rubbed the top of Carl's head like a dog and then dropped to his knees before Kelly's inviting cunt.

She cooed when he licked her, long and full. He kissed at her puffy wet lips and then his hands gripped the backs of her knees. He shoved her legs back to expose her tight nether-hole. His tongue plunged in and Kelly's fingers quickened still. She slipped two fingers into her pussy as Arthur lapped at her ass. Dragging her juices up onto her clit she returned to working it hard and fast. Arthur seemed to have a real liking for licking her there and it suited Kelly just fine.

Arthur stabbed his tongue into her pussy and 

Kelly groaned in delight. Carl could hear her wetness now as she played with herself. His cock hardened and his fists clenched. Kelly's hand retreated as Arthur sucked her clit into his warm pleasing mouth. He sucked and licked and kissed and Kelly began to pant. 

"Carl..." Kelly huffed. "Oh yes..." She paused to hold Arthur's head and catch her breath. "Carl come here," her fingers hurriedly flicked for him to come to her.

Carl readily complied. At last she was going to give him some attention too. Maybe she'd stroke while Arthur devoured her or maybe even suck him! But alas, it was not to be. Kelly motioned him around behind the couch and then pulled his head down to her big fleshy tit.

"Suck my tit while he eats my pussy," Kelly directed in a husky voice.

Carl was deflated and flustered but his lips sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. His ears were filled the wet sounds of Arthur's lashing at his wife's pussy and her own her moans of pleasure. Her hand wrapped under Carl's neck and her hand laid on the back of his head. She smashed him down hard on her breast and Carl had to fight to breathe.

He could feel her stomach knotting and her legs tensing. Her breaths grew quick and sporadic and he knew she was going to cum. She held each of their heads and moaned loudly as her first orgasm rumbled through her. She was amazed how fast she'd climaxed.

Arthur tormented her sensitive clit by sucking it hard into his mouth. His hands were wrapped around thighs and holding her down. She writhed and squealed and pushed at his head to get him to stop. She shoved Carl off her tit and squirmed. Just when she could take no more, Arthur freed her and rested back on his heels. He wiped her juices off of his face. His massive cock jutted up from between his legs and seemed to be pointed right at Carl, mocking him.

"Fuck me Arthur. Fuck me with that big gorgeous cock. Please," Kelly pleaded.

Arthur stood and pushed Kelly's legs back. Her hands clamped behind her knees and she held herself wide open to him. Arthur gripped his shaft and slapped his thick purple head on Kelly's pulsing clit. She gasped, her hips twitched and she gripped Carl's arm to ready herself.

Arthur rubbed his length between her wet lips and teased her. Kelly's ass bucked and lunged trying to trap him into her wetness but Arthur deftly thwarted her efforts.

"Please. Please fuck me Arthur. I need that big cock," Kelly begged.

Carl couldn't believe it and his own cock dripped. She looked so wanton, so desperate, so beautiful.

Arthur rubbed the head of his cock between her lips and then pushed her legs back even further. He sank his weight down and plunged his full length into Kelly's hungry cunt. Her breath caught in her chest as he stretched her and touched places inside of her no one ever had.

"Oh fuck yes..." Kelly panted and then scrunched her head to watch his massive cock slide in and out of her.

Arthur was not slow and accommodating this time. He pulled his cock out to the very tip and then slammed back into her. Kelly grunted and her head thrust back. Again and again Arthur impaled her this way and soon Kelly's hips were bucking up to meet his thrusts.

"Kiss me Carl," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Kiss me while he fucks me with that big cock."

Carl leaned down and Kelly smashed her mouth into his. Arthur began fucking her faster and she panted through her nose on Carl's cheek. She was moaning and wriggling and her hand held Carl's head tight. Her entire body tensed and her breath caught and Carl knew she was cumming again.

She squealed into his mouth and then pushed him away so she could breathe. Her fingers curled into the cushions of the couch and her knuckles turned white.

"Oh fuck...Oh fuck...Fuck yes...Fuck me...Fuck me with that big cock...Oh fuck..." She was completely lost to her own physical desires now.

Arthur slammed into her, his toes clawed at the carpet as he strained to get every fraction of himself in her now soaking wet cunt. Kelly came again, hard. It rapt every muscle of her body and she stopped breathing for the longest time. Her eyes rolled back and at last she screamed out as a massive release smashed through her.

Kelly looked like a crazed animal. She writhed and growled and her legs desperately tried to straighten.

"Holy shit..." Caswell grunted looking down at his now soaked crotch but not missing a beat as he fucked Kelly with wild abandon. She was completely engulfed in one long insanely intense orgasm and Carl's eyes widened at the growing wet spot on the couch. She was quite literally cumming. "Hold her fucking legs boy," Caswell commanded!

Carl shook himself back to consciousness and pulled Kelly's legs back. They fought against him and her head thrashed about. It was hard to know if she was in pain or complete rapture.

Caswell pounded her and began to grunt. It was wet and sloppy and Kelly's uncontrollable writhing made it as much a wrestling match as a tremndous fucking. Carl was really working to keep her spread for her well-hung lover.

At last Caswell groaned deep, "Oh fuck...Fuck. I'm gonna cum," he announced to no one really. He yanked his cock out of Kelly's gaping pussy and furiously stroked his soaked cock. He pointed his massive head at her pussy and grunted as he exploded all over her. Cum gushed out of his cock in hot bursts followed by slow thick drools. He came and came and milked his cock for every drop. At last, he staggered back, spent and exhausted.

Carl quickly let go of Kelly's legs and they immediately straightened and she squirmed about on the couch, her eyes still rolled back, her arms clenched across her chest.

Finally her breathing began to settle down and slowly return to normal. Her eyes fluttered open and she giggled when she saw the two men looking at her. It was as if she'd gone somewhere else and had totally forgotten where she was.

She stretched on the couch and rubbed her forehead and waited for her pounding heart to slow.

"Holy fuck..." she whispered into space. She looked up at her husband and smiled. Carl gave her a half-hearted grin in return. "I have never cum so hard in my fucking life. Holy shit," she panted. Her hand found the soaked spot on the couch and she jerked her head up to look at it. She looked at Arthur, "Did I do that," she asked with an excited coyness?

He nodded with a distinct satisfaction.

"Do you see this Carl," Kelly asked. "I actually came!"

Carl didn't answer.

Kelly became aware of the abundant wetness on her crotch and now her inner thighs. It was sticky and she could smell it. She was covered in Arthur's cum. She'd been so lost in her incredible pleasure she hadn't even realized Arthur had pulled out of her and painted her pussy with his cum.

Again she looked up into her husband's eyes, "Come here," she said opening her legs to reveal the sticky mess that was her crotch.

Carl swallowed hard at the sight and the realization. He frowned and shook his head. 

Kelly sat up on her elbows and her hand found Carl's hard, leaking cock. She stroked it softly.

"You wanted this," she reminded him. "And now," her thumb teased his sensitive glands, "now you have it. Come here," she instructed more forcefully.

Caswell sat down on his ass and poured himself another glass of wine. He sipped at it and admired the show he'd created. Carl inched out from behind the couch and Arthur snickered at his raging hard cock with the long stream of pre-cum oozing out of it. 

He stood beside his wife, his face toward her feet. She reached between his legs and cupped his balls. She squeezed tight and pulled on them. Her finger played in the cooling goo of Arthur's seed.

There was no need for further instruction, Carl knew what he was expected to do. He dropped down to his knees and Kelly's hand held his testicles all the way down. His palms rested on the insides of her knees and his head slowly dipped forward. The musty scent of Arthur's massive load was strong and repulsed him. There were no smells in the pictures he'd looked at. He hesitated and Kelly gave his balls a good squeeze. He winced and flicked his tongue out.

He grimaced at the first slimy glop. When he'd eaten her after the office encounter it was inside of her and it had been a little while so it wasn't nearly this profound. Again he licked and then again. He swallowed and felt it ooze down his throat. But as his tongue found Kelly's pussy his eagerness began to come forward. He lapped at her lips and inner thighs, being ever conscious of not touching her incredibly sensitive clit.

Kelly cooed in delight. She didn't think he'd actually do it. She kneaded his smooth balls and raked them with her sharp nails. She loved how he twitched but came back for more.

After a few minutes she pulled Carl's head from her crotch. His face glistened. Her finger reached out and slipped through the wetness on his cheek. She brought it to her puffy red lips and sucked it into her mouth. Carl had never seen her look so sexy. He'd never wanted her more than he did right in that instant. He was consumed with the desire to fuck her. He didn't care how stretched or sloppy Arthur had made her. He just wanted her!

"Pour me some more wine baby," Kelly purred. Carl quickly stood and hurriedly did as she bid. Kelly rolled onto her side, her thighs rubbed together, her body still tingled from the amazing fuck she'd just experienced. She took the glass and sipped. Carl's hard-on jutted out from his hips. "Go stand at the end of the coffee table," Kelly directed in a sultry voice.

Carl was confused but eager to please her so that he could have her so he scurried to the end of the table.

"Look how hard his little dick is Arthur," she chided.

Arthur sipped at his wine and smirked, "And leaking. Slut."

That made Kelly giggle and Carl's head dipped.

"Oh now Arthur, be nice. Carl's been a very good boy." Carl smiled quickly, thankfully at his wife. Caswell shrugged and drank. "And because you've been such a good boy honey, I'm going to let you cum."

Carl looked at her perplexed.

"Go ahead. You can play with yourself."

Carl's mouth dropped open and his erection began to fade.

"You've got about ten seconds to decide Carl. You might want to take this chance because it's hard to say when you'll get to cum again." Kelly taunted him.




Restitution Pt. 02



Carl looked like he was about to cry but his hand slowly reached up and grabbed his softening cock. Ashamed and embarrassed in a way he'd never experienced, Carl began to masturbate in front of them. He was disgusted with himself when in an instant he was rock hard again. His pace quickened and his eyes closed.

"Sixty seconds. I bet he doesn't make it sixty seconds," Caswell grunted. Kelly gave him a dirty look, followed by a wink.

Carl grunted in frustration and he saw Caswell set the timer on his watch.

He was determined to prove him wrong and stroked his cock fast and hard as he stared at him. His resolve solidified in his chest. He would recover some tiny slice of dignity by denying Caswell and not cumming for a good long time. But then he felt it and he cursed himself.

"No stopping," Kelly advised.

Carl shivered and his ass clenched. He was screaming No! No! No! in his mind. His cum shot the length of the long glass table. .

"Wow," Caswell declared, "horny fucker." He looked at his watched and clicked the button, "Fifty one seconds. I win!"

Carl hadn't even finished cumming. He groaned in frustration as any semblance of pleasure he was experiencing drained from his body and there was nothing left but the physical act of expelling his seed. His hand fell away from his twitching cock and his head dipped. He watched a thick drop of cum ooze out of his head and splat on the table.

Kelly allowed him to get a towel to clean up after himself.

Eventually Caswell dressed and prepared to leave. He looked at Kelly, "The question you asked me in the office?"

She was puzzled and didn't remember what he was talking about. He tossed his head in Carl's direction and Kelly's eyes widened when she remembered.

"The answer is yes." He turned and looked at Carl. "I suggest you start training him. He's going to need the practice." Carl's brow furrowed in confusion but the shocked look on his wife's face told him he was in for something big.

Caswell reached the door and paused, he called back, "And Kelly, from now on, wear panties. They make nice souvenirs." He smirked in satisfaction and the door closed behind him.



Restitution Pt. 03



Kelly watched Carl clean up in silence. She was as much studying him as she was basking in her orgasmic afterglow. Her husband emerged, still naked, from the kitchen having finished up washing the wine glasses that he had not even used. Kelly looked him up and down and Carl's eyes darted about. She recognized she enjoyed it very much and realized this was something she could quite easily get used to.

But, she also recognized the unmistakable signs of sadness on her husband's face. Kelly was decidedly intrigued by the notion of her dominating her husband and there was certainly no doubt she enjoyed fucking Arthur, but she also loved Carl and did not want him hurting. They'd both been through quite a lot the past few days, but most especially Carl.

"Oh baby," Kelly purred, "Come here." Still naked and stretched out on the couch she extended her hand to her husband.

Carl was reluctant but eventually began to shuffle toward his delightfully sexy wife. He stopped at the side of the couch, his eyes cast down at his feet.

"Ohhhh..." Kelly's hand rubbed his thigh, "you're pouting. Are you pouting cuz you didn't get to fuck me?" 

Carl shrugged liked a scorned child.

Kelly's lips curled into a playful but sinister smile. Her hand glided up his leg and across his belly, ever so close to his shrunken penis. "It really turned me on when you licked the cum off my pussy baby," she cooed.

Carl's eyes flicked up to meet his wife's, "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. That was fucking hot," Kelly replied. She ran her hand down the inside of his leg. "You liked it too didn't you?"

Again Carl's eyes shot to his feet and again he shrugged. The day was still rather young and Kelly decided to seize on the opportunity. She slid up onto her feet and softly licked her husband's ear. She loved how he tensed.

Kelly's hand reached out and cupped his slick-shaven testicles. "C'mon baby. I need a shower." Kelly started for the stairs, pulling her husband along by his balls. Carl readily complied.

In a few moments Kelly was pulling her husband into the warm spray of the shower. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply, passionately. Carl responded hungrily and his hands gripped her hips and he pressed forward. Kelly let him press his chest to her heavy breasts and groaned in authentic pleasure as Carl kissed and nibbled down the side of her neck.

But she gently pushed him back and filled his hands with body wash. "Wash me, baby," she directed softly.

Carl eagerly laid his palms on her tits and began to rub and swirl and work the soap into a lather. Kelly's thick nipples hardened and it only fueled Carl's excitement. Trickles of foamy soap snaked down Kelly's belly and through her neatly trimmed but dense strip of jet-black pubic hair. Carl's mouth was already watering. He literally dropped down on his knees and washed her stomach and the fronts of her soft thighs. Kelly popped her foot onto the side of the tub and Carl swallowed hard at the sight of her freshly fucked pussy there before his face. His soapy hands gently ran over her lips and he had to fight the urge to plunge his face between her legs.

Kelly turned around to let the water rinse the soap off her front and Carl dutifully soaped up her plump, luscious ass. Carl intentionally parted her cheeks so he could get a glimpse of Kelly's tight puckered hole. It was too much for him and without any real thought his head fell forward and his tongue flicked out. Kelly purred and pressed her ass gently back against his pleasing mouth.

Carl's hands kept her spread wide and he slowly licked at her nether hole. His lips pursed and he kissed it softly causing Kelly to shudder. Carl arched his neck and pressed between Kelly's open thighs until his tongue tasted her pussy. He licked her from her clit to her asshole and Kelly's hips rolled in encouragement.

Carl's tongue gently caressed her folds. It was soft and intimate. She was slightly sore from the stretching and pounding Arthur had delivered to her and the feel of her husband's tenderness caused a warmth to radiate through her. His lips pursed and he placed soft kisses all over her ass cheeks and then back in to softly caress her still-puffy folds with his warm tongue. His hands softly rubbed her thighs and hips as over and over he kissed and licked her sensitive spots. Kelly's face pressed against the cool tile and she lost herself in her husband's careful pleasuring. The soap cleansed their bodies but their love cleansed their souls.

After a few minutes Kelly eased Carl back and turned to face him. She pulled him to his feet and this time she filled her own hands with the soap. Carl was thin but tight and fit and she rubbed his chest and played with his tiny nipples. Carl's mouth opened slightly and Kelly's upper lip snarled in satisfaction. Her soft slick hands gently washed his cock and balls and Carl began to harden. Kelly slowly stroked him with her soapy hand, her eyes never leaving Carl's face, relishing his surrender to her.

In short order Carl's cock was jutting proudly out from his crotch. Kelly continued to pleasure him with a slow, deliberate pace. Carl didn't really have a small cock. Well, it was dwarfed by Arthur's massive tool but most would be. No, Carl's cock was average. It was a nice looking penis with a well-defined head, but average. Until a few days ago it had suited Kelly just fine but now...Now, she wasn't sure any more.

Kelly knew Carl was getting closer to cumming so she stopped her stroking and let the very tips of her sharp nails strum along the underside of Carl's swollen head. He grimaced but his cock bounced. Kelly loved watching that. She pulled her hand away and let Carl's breathing settle and then again she teased his sensitive bell. Carl's lips parted and his legs tensed and again she withdrew her hand. This time Carl groaned in frustration.

Kelly stepped to the side so that the water cascaded over her husband and rinsed the soap away. She squeezed another dollop into her palm. Her other hand gripped the back of Carl's head and she pulled him hard against her wet warm body. She kissed him feverishly and felt Carl's swollen member pressed against her belly.

Kelly's hand rubbed the soap over Carl's firm ass. She held him close to her, kissing him while she ran her fingers between his cheeks. Carl began to kiss back with an increased hunger and she felt him ever so slightly push back against her probing touch. Kelly's soapy finger found his tight hole and rubbed it. She realized she'd never done that before. She'd never played with his ass, or anyone else's for that matter. She curled her finger and pressed. Carl's mouth hung open against hers as he froze in anticipation. His reaction encouraged Kelly and she felt her first knuckle passing the muscular ring of Carl's ass. She eased it out and then pushed it back in, this time deeper. Carl's forehead fell against Kelly's shoulder. She lovingly stroked his wet hair as she invaded his most private region.

She slowly eased her finger in and out of him and felt him relax. Carl was breathing deep, his hands clung to her sides and his hips pushed back on her hand. Kelly loved it but the angle was hard for her to get too deep into him so she spun him around and told him to put his hand on the wall. Carl eagerly complied.

Kelly paused just long enough to turn the heat up on the cooling water and then again soaped up her hand. She squatted down and held his cheek up and to the side. This time she watched her finger disappear into his body and she felt her heart quicken. Carl pushed back and groaned. Kelly pumped in and out of him and then she pressed her second middle finger into him. Carl pushed back hard and wiggled his hips. Kelly could feel his inner muscles clenching her fingers. For both of them, this was quickly becoming a luscious new experience.

Kelly rose and spun her fingers in his ass. She pressed the back of her hand to her pubic bone and the other landed on Carl's shoulder. She pumped her hips, causing her fingers to slip in and out of him and Carl quickly matched her strokes.

Her hand slipped under his chin and pulled his head back to her. "You like that baby," Kelly cooed into his ear as she pseudo-fucked him?

"Y...Yes..." Carl whispered.

"Yeah," Kelly responded by and quickened her pace? "You like me to fuck your ass?"

Carl's head dipped and he thrust back hard on her fingers, "Yes," he declared with conviction.

Kelly shoved her hips forward and buried her fingers into Carl's ass. She held him there and then bit the back of his shoulder. Carl's erection had subsided slightly but his excitement was undeniable. He groaned in disappointment when she pulled out of him and turned back to face the water. Kelly washed her hands and finished rinsing herself off. She turned back to her husband who now faced her somewhat sheepishly.

She cradled his cheek in her hand and kissed him softly on the lips. She looked into his eyes, "Finish washing up and then clean up the bathroom. I'll be downstairs." With that, Kelly stepped out of the shower. 

Carl stood there for a while letting the hot water wash over him as he struggled to take in all that had gone on. It was like a whirlwind. One minute he was on the verge of facing a lengthy prison sentence and the next he was watching their boss fuck his wife into a boisterous orgasm. And that act had motivated him to be honest with her about all these things he'd fantasized about for so long. He feared Kelly would reject him but she hadn't. In fact she seemed to be embracing it with her own sincere desire.

Carl rubbed the warm water into his face. As difficult as it had all been, as humiliating and frustrating as it was, he could not deny he'd enjoyed it. He couldn't reconcile it in his own mind or understand why, he just knew that's the way it was. He also couldn't deny that he'd never found Kelly sexier than he found her now. He could not deny that he'd never loved her more than he did right then. He'd never felt such a sense of conflict. Carl shook his head, took a deep breath, and finished showering.

He stepped out to find Kelly had left two towels on the floor. One she'd used for her body, the other for her hair. Kelly never left towels on the floor. Carl dried off and cleaned up the wet footprints on the floor. He tossed the towels in the hamper and set off to find his wife.

Kelly had donned a loose t-shirt and panties and was sitting in the sunlight at their breakfast table in the kitchen. She had Carl's tablet propped up and a pad of paper in front of her. Kelly noticed Carl and glanced up to see his naked frame.

"You need to get dressed," Kelly informed him. "You have an errand to run."

Carl's head cocked inquisitively and his lips began to form words but the wave of Kelly's hand stopped him. Carl turned and headed for their bedroom.

When he returned fully dressed he found Kelly folding a piece of paper and stuffing it into an envelope. She smiled seductively at him as she licked the flap and then pinched it down, sealing it. She scrawled something on the front of it and then extended it out toward him.

Carl stepped forward and took the envelope. He flipped it over to find it read "Carl" across the front. He was thoroughly confused.

"What's this," he inquired?

Kelly just smiled at him and playfully ran her pinky nail across her lower lip. She picked up her phone, glanced at the tablet and dialed in a number.

"Red Velvet, this is Lisa can I help you," came the voice in Kelly's ear?

"Hi Lisa, my name is Kelly Burke and this is going to sound really weird but I'm playing a little game with my husband." Kelly's eyes flicked up at Carl who was obviously intrigued.

"Um...okay..." Lisa answered cautiously.

Kelly giggled a bit, "Well, see, I'm going to send my husband to your store with an envelope. Inside is a letter with a list of things I want him to buy but he has no idea what's on the list. And..."

"Oh wow, how fun," Lisa interrupted enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I think so," Kelly answered. "I just didn't want you to think he was robbing you or something when he walked in and handed you an envelope!"

Lisa laughed and thanked Kelly for the head's up and expressed how interested she was in seeing this list. Kelly got off the phone and was smiling proudly at her husband.

"Do you remember the Red Velvet adult store we went to," Kelly asked him? Carl nodded. "Good, take that envelope to them."

Carl stood there perplexed and more than a little nervous. He began to say something but the look on his wife's face told him there was no point in speaking. He picked up his keys and headed for the door.

Carl's heart hammered in his chest as he drove. What had his wife written on that paper? Carl saw the sign up ahead and his hand literally shook as he flipped on his turn signal. He came to a stop in front of the shop and didn't see many other cars around. At least that was a good sign. He took a deep breath and exited his car.

The shop was darker than the bright sunny outside and his eyes struggled to adapt. It was a higher-end adult shop with quality products and a clean, professional setting. Carl recalled the day he and Kelly were out shopping and he talked her into stopping in here. She liked it alright but seemed rather indifferent to the whole thing. She did buy what became her favorite clit vibe and some oils but that was it. Carl remembered holding up a set of leather wrist cuffs and smiling at her but Kelly shook her head and gave him a stern look. Obviously her impression was Carl wanted to use them on her and little did she know he was secretly hoping for the exact opposite.

"Welcome to Red Velvet. I'm Lisa. Can I help you find something?"

The young female voice snapped Carl back to reality. He could make out the pretty blonde girl behind the counter and started toward her. He smiled nervously and rubbed his palms on his jeans.

"Well...I...uh hum...So my wife...um..." Carl cursed himself for sounding like a bumbling idiot.

"Carl," the girl asked with her head cocked?

He simply nodded, pulled the envelope from his back pocket and handed it to the attendant.

Lisa giggled and held her finger up to him, "One second please." She picked up a phone and punched a single button. "Hey Jenny, that Carl guy is here." Lisa paused for a moment, "Uh huh, that one." She smiled at Carl and then hung up the phone.

"Well now, how exciting!" The voice came from off to Carl's side.

His head snapped to find a heavyset but decidedly attractive black woman of around thirty exiting a small office and walking towards them. She stepped up and beside Lisa and took in the measure of Carl. She winked at him and smiled warmly. Carl could barely look at either of them.

Lisa popped open the envelope and pulled out the folded paper within. She began reading it silently and her cheeks flushed. Her hand covered her open mouth and she laughed nervously.

"What," Jenny asked? "What's it say?"

Lisa handed her the note, "You read it," she smiled and her eyes flicked back to Carl.

Jenny took the note and read aloud, "Hi I'm Carl. I'm a very naughty boy," Jenny's eyebrows raised in Carl's direction before she proceeded, "My beautiful wife has sent me here to obtain items that will allow me to submit myself to her in the manner in which she so richly deserves. 

Please assist me in finding the following items; One, leather strapon harness. Two, Realisitic Silicone Dildo, Average Size. Three, Realisitic Silicone Dildo, Large Size. Four, quality lube. Five, leather collar. Six, leather wrist cuffs.

Your assistance is greatly appreciated by both me and my exquisite Mistress. Signed, Naughty Boy Carl."

Kelly had listed specific item numbers from their website.

Lisa giggled with nervous excitement but the more experienced Jenny smiled slyly at Carl. "Well now, aren't you a lucky boy," she teased?

Carl was in shock. He wanted to disappear. He willed himself to turn to dust but there was no escaping what just happened. He was angry, embarrassed, and as much as he hated it, excited. The pair beckoned him to follow them and Carl shuffled forward.

In no time his arms were full of boxes containing the exact items Kelly had requested. Jenny did spend a fair bit of time commenting on just how big the large size dildo was and she seemed to derive genuine pleasure from Carl's discomfort.

Carl paid for the items but before he could leave Jenny stopped him. "Naughty Boy Carl, you and your wonderfully creative Mistress have made my day! Here," she handed him a ten-percent off gift card. "And..." Jenny grabbed one of their business cards from the holder on the counter, flipped it over and wrote on the back. "Give this to your Mistress and tell her if she ever wants someone to help tame you to give me a call."

Carl was shocked but his trembling fingers took the card from her hand. He nearly ran to his car. Once inside he fought to breathe. He didn't know what was more powerful, his urge to burst into tears of utter humiliation or scream out in joy! He fired up the engine and headed for home.

Carl pulled into their driveway and leapt from the car. He snatched up the large nondescript bag and hurried for the door. He felt as if the entire neighborhood now knew all his dark secrets and their eyes were all on him in collective judgement! He sighed in relief when he closed the front door behind him.

He found Kelly, still her in her t-shirt and panties, sitting in her chair with her sexy feet up on the coffee table. She sipped wine and read from Carl's tablet. When she looked at him Carl knew she'd been reading stories and looking at pictures. Her eyes were dark and lusty.

"Oh look, Naughty Boy Carl has returned," Kelly teased him. "Did you have fun?"

"I...uh...I uh..." Carl shifted nervously, his hands kneaded the plastic bag they held.

"Did they have everything I wanted," Kelly rescued him?

Carl swallowed in a futile effort to wet his dry throat and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Mmmm...Wonderful..." Kelly purred. "Take off your clothes. From now on, you're to be naked whenever you're in the house unless I give you permission to be otherwise. Understood?"

Carl nodded as he slowly undressed. Kelly waited for him to finish, her stare only deepened his emotional turmoil. Carl set his clothes neatly on the couch and stood bare before his wife.

"Much better. I like seeing your little cock bounce around. It's cute" she smiled slyly. "Now, open up each item and lay them out on the table for my inspection.

Carl did as instructed and soon all of the items were set neatly beside on another on the coffee table. Kelly set down the tablet and her long fingers plucked up the smaller of the two phalluses. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it slightly.

"Oh my, it's bigger than I thought," she looked up at her husband. "The description said it was average size but it's much bigger than your dick. I guess that means you're below average baby." Kelly shrugged her shoulders with feigned indifference. Carl's teeth clenched.

"Oh wait..." Carl suddenly remembered the cards. He snatched up the bag and dug around in it until his hand produced them. He handed them to Kelly.

"What's this," she asked as she took them? Kelly looked at the discount card, "Nice," she exclaimed. She was about to toss the business card aside when Carl interjected.

"Wait. The back," he said nervously.

Kelly flipped the card over and read Jenny's name and phone number. She looked at him puzzled but sternly, "Why did this woman give you her phone number Carl?"

Carl cleared his throat, "She...She said you made her day. She...uh hum...She said if you ever wanted someone to help you tame me to give her a call." He smiled nervously and then looked down at the floor.

Kelly fell back in her chair and stared at the card for a few minutes as she absorbed what he told her. She glanced up at her naked husband, "What did she look like?"




Restitution Pt. 03



"Um...She was pretty. Black. Heavyset with big eyes. She had a tiny diamond stud in her nose and rings on her toes. Very short hair. Strong I guess..." Carl answered nervously.

Kelly's eyes flicked back to the card and she silently contemplated that for a few moments. She set the cards on the small table next to her chair. "Come here to me," she commanded.

Carl shuffled before her and Kelly's hands spun him around so his tender, firm butt faced her. She let her palm softly roam over it and then gave it a sharp slap. Carl yelped. Kelly watched the red handprint form on his pearly white flesh and it made her pussy tingle.

"Get down on your knees," Kelly directed. Carl readily complied. "Hand me that collar." Carl picked up the inch wide collar with its steel buckle and ring. He held it back over his shoulder and Kelly took it from him. She sat forward in her chair and placed her silky legs on each side of Carl's kneeling frame. Her heavy breasts brushed the back of his head and her still damp hair cascaded over his shoulder. She wrapped the collar around his neck and cinched it closed. Carl swallowed hard and his heart thundered in his chest.

Kelly laced her fingers into his hair and pulled his head back. She hooked her thumb in the ring at the front and tugged slightly. She growled in satisfaction. She then placed each of the wide leather cuffs on his wrists. Like the collar, these too had steel rings and they came with a steel clasp that could be used to bind them together like traditional handcuffs. But Kelly left the clasp unused.

"Turn around," Kelly instructed in a sultry voice. Carl awkwardly shuffled around on his knees in the tight space. Kelly lovingly stroked his flushed cheek and softly kissed his forehead. Their eyes locked. They had never loved one another with more intensity than they did right in this instant. Kelly pulled his face down into her panty-clad crotch. Carl drew a deep breath and Kelly's eyes fluttered. She held him firmly against her and her mind recalled a t-shirt she'd somewhere. It read, "I have the pussy. I make the rules." She groaned in her embrace of her power.

Without thought, she wrapped both hands around Carl's head and smashed his face into her. Carl fought for breath but it only excited Kelly more and her head fell back as she lost herself in this new exquisite role she'd discovered.

She cast her head forward and watched her husband struggle against her grip but she held him firm. "That's it baby. Smell my pussy. Smell my sweet, sweet pussy. It's what you want. It's what you need," Kelly growled through clenched teeth. Alas she freed his head and Carl sucked in a deep breath. Kelly had even surprised herself with her sudden aggression. She didn't let it show though and ordered Carl to go wash the silicone cocks and fetch some towels.

Carl returned and Kelly spread one of the towels over the very end of the table. She instructed Carl to sit down on it and then lay back. She pulled him toward her a bit so his ass as at the very edge. His knees were bent and his feet planted on each side of the table. Kelly reached behind her chair and pulled out two of Carl's neckties that she'd retrieved while he was away.

She stood beside him and lightly brushed the ends of the ties over Carl's belly. His eyes widened and his flesh puckered into tiny bumps. She tickled his now plump but still soft cock with them and Carl felt himself swell. That seemed to please Kelly. She squatted down and tied each of the leather wrist cuffs to the legs of the table. She tested the tethers to ensure they were tight. This was no half-assed, married couple play, she wanted Carl securely bound.

Then, taking a cue from what she'd seen on the internet, Kelly pulled out a box of kitchen plastic wrap. She straddled Carl's hips and slowly began wrapping his torso to the table. It was remarkable how secure the plastic was. Kelly left it just loose enough to not restrict his breathing but plenty tight enough that he couldn't move. Now only his head and legs were free.

Kelly rose and stood beside her bound husband. His cock stood up hard and the very tip was shiny. "Oh look, you're little cock is already hard." Kelly's sharp nails dragged slowly along his shaft. "I haven't even done anything to you yet but you're all hard and drippy." She let the pad of her finger drag through his wet slit and then slipped it seductively into his mouth. She brought her face close to his and watched her husband suck at her cum-covered finger. "You like that don't you? You like the taste of cum." She whispered.

Carl's eyes closed and his head jerked slightly in acknowledgment.

She tossed her head, "Right over there...A little while ago...You were licking another man's cum off my pussy." Carl held her finger in his mouth but the flicker in his eyes told Kelly how much enjoyed hearing speak those words.

Kelly reached down and ran her saliva-coated finger around his swollen head, teasing him. She gently bit his lower lip and her heartbeat quickened at Carl's pants into her mouth. It excited her, the control, the power, his fear and enjoyment. She squeezed his cock and milked out another drop of precum. She brought her finger to her husband's eyes but this time she sucked it into her own mouth.

"You're a naughty boy Carl. A very, very naughty boy," She nearly whispered. Carl's head nodded. "And now you're all bound to the table and I'm free to do whatever I want." She ran her slick finger over his face, her own just a fraction away as she hovered so close to him. Their eyes were locked, her hand snaked down his belly and her fingers gently played with his cock and balls. It was soft and pleasing. She kissed his cheeks and his forehead and slowly teased his now raging erection.

"Maybe..." she whispered into his ear, "Maybe I should just leave you here." Carl whimpered and shook his head. "Maybe I should just go find someone else to fuck while you're stuck here, wondering what I'm off doing." Kelly teased him with her words and her hand. Carl's eyes smashed shut but his cock pulsed.

"Hummm...," Kelly contemplated the notion, teasing her husband. "No. Not today. Not when I have my naughty little boy so helpless." She let her lips brush over Carl's, "Do you want to please me boy,' Kelly whispered into his mouth.

"Yes," Carl whispered back.

Kelly smiled, "Of course you do." Kelly straightened and straddled her husband's head. His eyes locked on her smooth pussy just inches from his face. Kelly's middle finger ran teasingly between her folds and then she spread herself open. She bent her knees and lowered her moistening sex to Carl's face. "Kiss it," she directed softly.

Carl's lips pursed and gently kissed her right in the center of her pussy. Kelly purred. Carl's tongue flicked out and Kelly smacked his head. He jerked. "I said kiss it!"

Carl cleared his throat and resumed his gentle kissing on his wife's core. Kelly allowed herself to enjoy his pleasurable worship for a few moments but she was hopelessly consumed by the thrill of teasing her husband, of controlling him and so soon she straightened. Carl whimpered when her sweet sex left his face. She liked that. She slowly stepped backward with her feet on either side of the narrow coffee table. When she was hovering over Carl's raging hard dick she stopped.

Their eyes were locked as again she lowered her sex to him only this time it met his own. Carl's eyes flickered at the feel of her damp lips touching his hardness. Kelly rubbed herself up and down his length and Carl tried in vain to buck his hips, a desperate attempt to enter her. Kelly laughed at his feeble attempt. She teased him like this over and over, snickering each time he tried and failed to get inside of her. Then Carl froze and clenched his eyes shut and began breathing slowly.

"Oh poor baby," Kelly teased, "are you gonna' cum?" Carl panted and struggled to gain control over his twitching member. "So soon? How can you possibly hope to fuck me when you're ready cum from my pussy just touching you?"

Carl was thankful that he'd caught the sensation just in time and the urge slowly subsided. But his cock pulsed and leaked and he knew he wouldn't be able to power through it again. Kelly had expertly pulled herself away from him just enough to allow him to regain control. She put her hands on his chest, her thick black mane cascaded about her lust-ridden face.

"Do you want me to fuck you boy," Kelly asked in a sexy voice as she again allowed her now wet sex to touch his cock.

Carl's head jerked, "Yes!"

"Beg me," Kelly purred.

"Please! Please baby! Please fuck me!" Carl enthusiastically replied.

Kelly's lip curled into a devilish smile, "Ok," she said in a bright sing-song voice and then quickly leapt off of him. Carl grit his teeth and his hips wriggled and his cock throbbed all in utter frustration. For a brief moment he'd actually thought she might plunge down onto him.

"Since you begged so nicely, I'll fuck you," Kelly declared and moved back by her chair. Carl struggled to pull his head up enough to see what she was doing but he really didn't need to see to know. His mind whirled in both fear and excitement when he saw Kelly affix the dildo to the harness. He watched her plump delicious ass as she wrapped the strap around her and up between her legs. She adjusted and cinched and adjusted some more until she was satisfied she had a good tight fit.

Carl's heart hammered in his bound chest when she turned about and her silicone cock bounced between her sexy thighs. She made her steps back to his head slow and seductive. Carl's eyes were riveted on her crotch. She stopped beside his head. Carl tried to wet his dry lips but it was no use.

Kelly gripped her new cock and felt a shock of power surge through her body. She loved the feeling. She softly stroked it and let her fingers feel about the sculpted head. She purred. Her other hand reached out and pulled Carl's head up by his hair. Kelly rubbed her new cock over his lips. She slapped it on his face and giggled.

"Lick it," she ordered. Carl's tongue snaked out and licked about the shaft and head. Kelly was electrified by the sight. "Suck it," she growled in a throaty voice. Carl's mouth opened and pulled the head of the lifelike phallus into his mouth. He slowly began to bob his head on it. "My husband...The cocksucker!" Kelly smiled in delight. Carl's eyes closed but he didn't stop.

Kelly pulled the now glistening shaft from his mouth and again slapped it on his face. She rubbed the saliva-coated cock over his eyes and cheeks and drew a deep breath of satisfaction.

She stepped back to the end of the table and snatched up the bottle of lube. She squeezed a generous amount into the palm of her hand and slathered her new cock with it. Then she held it high above Carl's groin, his eyes locked on her, his breathing rapid and short. Kelly squeezed the clear liquid all over his cock and balls and watched it drip between his cheeks. She rubbed her fingers between his ass and Carl spread his feet apart. His eyes fluttered when she touched his nether hole. He readied himself for her to enter him but she did not.

"Pull your legs back," Kelly snarled.

Carl lifted his feet and spread his knees wide in the air. With one hand Kelly pushed behind one of his knees, further exposing him to her. With the other she gripped the base of her slick cock and pointed it right at Carl's virgin hole. His breath caught in his chest when he felt the tip at his sensitive tight ring. There was no prepping him, no using her fingers to relax him, there would only be penetration. Kelly watched the head pop past the tight muscle and disappear inside of him. Her own heart quickened at the sight.

Carl gasped and his legs began to straighten reflexively at the somewhat painful intrusion. But Kelly simply shoved his leg back hard and pushed in deeper. "Go ahead, fight it!" She snapped. "But I'm gonna fuck your bitch ass!" Kelly even surprised herself at her sudden aggressiveness. She pulled back slightly and then plunged into her husband's ass until her fake balls pressed against his body.

Carl whimpered and his arms strained against his restraints. Kelly shoved his other back now and slowly eased her new cock out almost to the tip before sliding it back into him. In and out, slow and steady, was her rhythm as she intently watched her fucking her husband's tight hole. "Oh yeah," Kelly growled, "I'm fucking your ass. Fucking your ass like a bitch." Her pace quickened and soon she was fucking him in earnest.

Carl's head thrashed about and his hips writhed. It was a sensation unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was a deep, aching gratification mixed with sudden spikes of intense pleasure. It was at once uncomfortable yet wonderful. Carl's cock softened but leaked profusely and as he settled into the new sensations his eyes fluttered shut. Kelly pounded him and Carl was quite literally transported into another state, physically and emotionally.

Kelly pushed full into him and herself there, her eyes on her husband's face as she held his legs. "Look at you," she started, "letting your wife fuck you in the ass just like a girly bitch." Carl's eyes squeezed shut. "On your back with your legs spread out like a whore." Kelly slowly pumped back then sank back in. "And you can't deny you like it. You're fucking me back and your little cock is dipping all over your belly." Again she pulled back and then stuffed her silicone cock back into him. "You like it don't you? You like my cock in your ass don't you?"

Carl swallowed hard, "Y...yes..." he replied meekly.

"I can't hear you," Kelly snarled with sharp pump of her fake cock.

Carl gasped, "Yes. Yes I like your cock in my ass," he responded.

"Damn right you do. What would all your friends say if they could see you now? Huh? Their manly little buddy on his back letting his wife fuck his ass?" Kelly watched her words sink into her husband. Carl shook his head, unable to even fathom the notion. Kelly giggled and slowly resumed fucking him. "Oh but you're a naughty, naughty little boy. Now you're going to be in the gym showers checking out their cocks. Stealing glances at them and wondering what they'd taste like in your mouth. Wondering what they're big cocks would feel like in your ass."

Carl almost cried as he knew it was true.

Kelly pulled her shiny cock out of her husband's ass and she growled delightfully at the sight of his now gaping hole. The experience had ignited a fire within her and she needed relief. She stood and let go of Carl's legs. His feet dropped to the floor and his knees wriggled together as he bathed in the blissful sensations rolling out of his belly.

Kelly freed herself from the harness and tossed it aside. She flipped her leg over her husband's head so that she faced his feet. Without warning she dropped her ass right on to his face and ground her hips. Carl's nose was smashed against her asshole and his mouth crushed against her tingling pussy. He couldn't breathe and it only excited her more but when he began to panic she raised up. She could feel the cool air flow across her wetness as Carl sucked in a much needed breath.

Her hand reached out and rubbed his slick balls and then she gripped them tight. She watched them bulge and instantly turn deep red in her iron grip. She slipped her hips forward slightly, "Lick my ass," Kelly ordered while she stretched Carl's scrotum to its maximum. His tongue eagerly flicked out began to caress her sensitive ring. "These are my balls now," she declared matter-of-factly.

She freed them and plucked up his penis. In a few strokes he was rock solid again. Kelly toyed with his cock and relished in his pleasuring her nether hole for a few moments but the desire within her was reaching a boil. She rolled her hips and ground her slick lips on Carl's mouth. He instinctively began tonguing her sex and Kelly's eyes fluttered.

She felt Carl's cock pulse in her hand and knew he was close. She yanked her hand away and slapped his rigid member against his belly. Carl whimpered against her pussy and it only fueled her. He sucked her clit into his warm wet mouth and Kelly's hips began to rock and grind as her orgasm slowly built. Again she slapped his cock, this time harder and Carl's whole body tensed. Her lips parted. She stoked him a couple times and then smacked his hard cock. Carl's feet jerked from the floor and Kelly felt his stifled cry against her hungry cunt. It sent her over the top.

She gripped Carl's hardness in her hand and her sharp nails dug into his sensitive flesh. He squirmed and squealed but Kelly simply smashed herself down onto his face. Her orgasm exploded out of her crotch in shards of white-hot pleasure. She cried out and without even thinking she began vigorously stroking Carl's cock with her nails buried into it. The more he squirmed, the harder she came.

She freed his throbbing member and began slapping it. Carl thrashed and lapped at her convulsing pussy. Kelly slapped it hard and fast and in no time Carl began spurting his seed. Kelly stopped touching him when the first shot burst out. Her lips snarled at the sight. His cock twitched and another stream of cum shot from the head. Carl was writhing wildly, desperate for her to touch him again. The pleasure had been so close to amazing but then immediately drained away with her retreating hand.

Just as a long thick pulse of cum gushed out of his head and drizzled down the side of his pulsing cock, Kelly suddenly grabbed his shaft and stroked him furiously. Carl thrashed about at the unbearable intensity on his now ultrasensitive cockhead. It thrilled Kelly. She had total and complete control over him. She smashed her pussy back down on his mouth and came again to his whimpering against her. Kelly jerked her hand off his cock and planted it against his belly as she was rocked with a powerful orgasm.

At last her arms shook and she panted wildly. Her legs trembled as she slowly rose off her husband's glistening face. She'd cum so many times this day. She was completely spent, physically and emotionally. She more or less fell over onto the couch and stretched out.