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Stockholm Syndrome

By: Stockholm Syndrome



They now could both take in Jessica's fully nude form. It was so jarring to see a strange, nude woman in their bedroom. The only woman who had ever been nude in this room was Tammy. But just seeing this new and gorgeous naked woman in this room was a jarring change. 

Tammy hated that there was not a flaw or blemish anywhere on her. She watched her perfect ass bounce as she walked to the bed, towards John. John looked up to the ceiling, not wanting to give Jessica the pleasure of catching him staring at her naked form. He exhaled loudly, nervous for what was about to happen. 

"Don't worry John, you'll enjoy it." Jessica said, comfortingly. John rolled his eyes. She crawled between his legs on the bed. She stared down at John's soft dick. She looked up into his eyes, and held his gaze as her hand snaked up and her fingers wrapped around his dick. 

"Please don't." John begged, but Jessica was not going to be denied. She started to stroke his dick softly. John willed himself to think of something else, about his wife, about football, anything. Through pure will, he was able to keep himself soft, to avoid the pleasure of a hot woman stroking his dick. She pulled her hands away and studied him. Then, she tried a new tactic. 

She started to run her fingers up his thighs softly. Then, she traced her fingers around his dick, never touching it, but getting as close to it as possible without touching it. She would firmly run her fingers across his lower torso, around his dick, wanting to tease him. Then, she started to blow softly onto his dick. She blew cool air from bottom to top on his cock. This new sensation totally took him off guard. She got within an inch of his dick and blew on it, from the balls to the tip. She was only focused on this one thing, blowing on his penis firmly. As much as he hated it, he started to be effected by this. His dick started to swell. She would walk her fingers up his thighs, across his stomach, around his cock. Sensing that she was starting to get to him, both of her hands returned to the base of his dick, and started to firmly stroke him. It was much easier now that he was getting harder. He couldn't fight it, as his prick approached full hardness. She would stroke firmly from bottom to top, and then return to the base again. 

"Mmm, you're starting to like this, aren't you?" Jessica questioned with a sneer. John closed his eyes and kept quiet, shaking his head no. 

"C'mon, you are rock hard. You've got a huge fucking dick. You're bigger than I hoped. You've got to be ten inches, right?" Jessica asked. John said nothing. She rubbed the tip of his dick with her index finger than ran it down to the underside of his dick. She tickled the most sensitive spot on his dick, as he fought the pleasure. She rubbed her finger around the head again.

"I'll make you a deal John. If I don't see a nice little drop of pre-cum on the tip of your massive dick within five minutes, I'll let you guys go and just walk away. You think you can do that?" Jessica asked with a smile. With a new resolve, John tried to fight the pleasure. After about three minutes, his dick was still dry. Tammy was watching the clock.

"You think you can do it. You think you can deny the pleasure of a hot babe stroking your dick after years of whatever pathetic sex your wife has been offering. If some tasty pre-cum appears on this massive dickhead, I'll take that as a sign that my hands feel better on your dick than anything your wife can do. Even though you're trying to fight it, out of loyalty, you can't resist the pleasure. I'll take it as a sign that what I'm doing overrides your feelings for your wife. I'll take it as a sign that my hands feel better on your dick than your wife's pussy! My hands feel better than the best that you wife can offer! If you had to choose between your honeymoon night, and this, you would choose me without question. If my hands feel this good, imagine what my cunt feels like. Ha!" Jessica yelled out, with a huge smile on her face as she humiliated Tammy. 

Four minutes had passed since she had made her bet. Her grip was so firm on his dick. Her entire focus was on his dick. Like an artist, like a professional, she was manipulating his hard dick perfectly. She was trying to force the pre-cum that she knew was in there to the tip. Some sweat had appeared on both of their skins. Her grip was like iron, trying to force his juices to the tip. Her hands were moving fast, continually moving upward, never letting the juices settle. With less than ten seconds left on the countdown, a juicy dollop of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his dick.

"There you go! I knew you could do it!" she said with pride as she looked up at him. John looked over to his wife.

"I'm so sorry." he said to her. Tammy shook her head in annoyance. She wasn't mad at John. She couldn't blame him. She knew it was hard for a man to resist what she was doing. Especially a woman as beautiful as Jessica who clearly knew what she was doing. 

For John, it was as if the cork had been released. Pre-cum was now pouring out of his dick like a faucet. His dick and her hands were now coated in his juices. The wet slurps that her hands made on his dick echoed throughout the room. The two women could tell John was nearing his inevitable climax. As John's groans got louder, Jessica pulled her hands away. 

"Tammy, I think he's really enjoying himself." Jessica said, showing Tammy her soaked hands. John's hips humped into the air, seeking anything to relieve that ache in his balls. Jessica started to lick her palms, savoring all of John's juices.

"Tasty." she said to herself. She turned to look at John.

"Now that you understand the pleasure I can give you, this should make this easier." she said, crawling up the bed. She proceeded to straddle his face, facing his feet, her intentions now clear.

"Remember what I told you. Don't you dare try to hurt me! No biting! If you do, your wife will get it worse. All I want to feel are your lips and your tongue. Got it?" she commanded. She let John stare at the sight above him. She let him stare at her cute little pussy. Her pussy was dripping wet, so her juices dripped onto his face. She watched him take this in. Take in the sight of her beautiful pussy. Take in the taste of her juices that dripped into his mouth. Take in the scent of her horny pussy. Then she dropped down onto his face, forcing her cunt against his open mouth.

She ground against his lips, forcing her juices into his mouth. Jessica moaned out loud when she felt a tentative lick. She felt his tongue again, taking more confident licks of her pussy. Soon, his tongue was digging deep into her dripping cunt. She then felt his whole mouth surround her cunt, and felt him suck on her pussy, trying to draw her juices into his oral cavity. He was soon alternating between licks and sucks. 

"Oh, Tammy, he is sucking my pussy so well. He's really getting in there. He is really trying to help me cum. Does he ever suck your disgusting pussy this well? Is he ever this voracious with you?" Jessica said, hammering Tammy with insults as she rode her husband's face.

Tammy's eyes teared up. John never really went down on her. He had told her he just did not enjoy doing it. Tammy understood completely. She had never really had a guy go down on her, so she wasn't too bothered by it. But watching this, watching John pleasure this bitch with his mouth, another possibility went through her head. He clearly looked like he had done this before. The way he was eating Jessica out displayed that he was not inexperienced. Was it that, maybe, John did not like going down on her? Was there something with Jessica or with other girls that she lacked? Was her pussy bad in some way? Was her pussy unattractive? Did her pussy taste bad? Is that why no guy had ever enjoyed going down on her? Tammy felt more inadequate. 

John started running his tongue around her clit. It didn't take long for this to have its intended effect as Jessica's clit hardened. He flicked her clit a few times and John could sense her impending orgasm, so he moved his mouth to surround her pussy. Jessica groaned out loud as she forced John's mouth against her vagina as she started to cum. He juices spilled into his mouth as his lips formed a tight seal, hoping to collect all of her tasty juices. She leaned up, breaking the seal between cunt and mouth.

Tammy looked down at her husband's face, trying to read his reaction. It was quick, but she noticed John lick his lips after Jessica pulled away. Did he actually like it? Did he enjoy the taste of her? Did he like the taste of her so much that he had to lick his lips to collect any spare drops of her juices? 

"Are you okay, John?" she called out, trying to hear her husband's voice, trying to hear that he was still on her side.

"I'm sorry, Tammy. I just want to get this over with." John said, looking over at her, reassuring her of his loyalty. He nodded, so she nodded back.

"So, John..." Jessica started "You clearly enjoyed the taste of my pussy so much, so... I figured I'd give you something even tastier." With that, she shifted so she moved her pussy forward, so her ass was hovering above his face. Then, she reached back, and pulled the cheeks apart. There was her asshole, exposed to his eyes. John immediately knew what Jessica wanted. Jessica wanted John to lick her asshole.

"No, no. Please. I don't want to do that. Please." John begged, terrified at the sight of her asshole. He had never done anal stuff with Tammy. He had no desire to. He had caught glimpses of Tammy's asshole when they were having sex, and quite frankly, it did not inspire him to want to have sex with her there. To be honest, he thought anal sex was gross. But he knew Jessica would not take 'no' for an answer. So as he looked up at her asshole, he knew that he would have to pleasure her there. He was a little relieved to see that her asshole looked clean. Nothing there but smooth asshole. He looked at it and realized in a way, it was kind of cute. If you had to have sex with a woman's asshole, hers would be the type you would want to do it with. 

Jessica lowered her asshole to within an inch of his mouth before stopping. Figures. She wanted John to do all of the work. He looked over at Tammy. Tammy had closed her eyes, not wanting to see her husband sucking another woman's ass. Seeing no support there, he knew what he had to do. He leaned his head up, extended his tongue out of his mouth, and gave Jessica's asshole a long wet lick. As he finished, he reflected on what he just did. Her ass did not taste as bad as he thought it would. It actually tasted pretty good. He couldn't help himself as he leaned up and gave her asshole another lick. 

After a few minutes, Tammy couldn't help but open her eyes and see what was happening. She slowly opened her eyes to look at the action on the bed. She was taken aback by what she saw. John's tongue was vigorously rimming Jessica's asshole. What? How could he be doing this? John's never done anything involving anal sex. He's never showed any interest in it. But there he was, rimming this bitch's ass. The pace at which he was going was not one that indicated he hated what he was doing. There was a part of him that must be enjoying it if he was doing it so passionately. Part of her husband enjoyed rimming out this whore's ass. She watched her husband lick Jessica's asshole, then put his lips around her asshole and start to suck. Tammy was in disbelief as she watched her husband suck another woman's asshole. This was absolutely ridiculous!

John was so absorbed by what he was doing that he didn't know his wife was watching. He felt more weight against him as Jessica forced his head down against the bed. He was now smothered by her firm ass. He just kept rimming her and trying to wedge his tongue into her ass, knowing that pleasuring her was the only way out of this situation. The sensation of her warm ass cheeks against his face was a brand new experience for him. He heard her moan loudly. Whatever he was doing was working. He just kept forcing his tongue against her ass, trying to break the seal of her tight asshole. Once he finally broke through, he felt her ass cheeks tighten against his face and a loud yell echoed through the room as she screamed in orgasm. After almost a full minute, she released his mouth from between her ass cheeks with an audible pop as she leaned upward. John immediately inhaled, breathing in fresh air as he stared at the ass above him. Jessica was the first to look over at Tammy.

"You like that, Tammy? You like watching your husband eat out a woman's ass? Did you enjoy watching the mouth that said 'I do' firmly pressed against my asshole? Did you like seeing the tongue that kissed you on so many occasions so sensually rim my ass? Hmmm? Do you think you can kiss him again knowing where that mouth has been?" Jessica said.

"Fuck you, you whore! It's not like he wanted to do it. You forced him!" Tammy argued.

"Well, once he started, he most certainly never tried to stop me. Did you notice his mouth follow my ass as I lifted off of him? Hmm? Did you notice that he didn't want to stop sucking my ass?" Jessica replied. This silenced her.

"Go to hell, Jessica." John said, his voice rough.

"Oh, c'mon John. You can't say you didn't enjoy it. I felt your tongue. I felt your tongue deep in my pussy, trying to get all of my juices. I felt you tongue flick my clit, trying desperately to get me off. I felt your tongue rimming my ass oh so passionately. I know you enjoyed it. I felt it." Jessica replied.

"You are one arrogant bitch." John said with a laugh. "You think that tying a man up, and forcing him to do things to you, will make him enjoy it? You think I liked licking your ass, you crazy bitch!?"

Jessica just smiled.

"It's okay, John. It'll be our little secret." Jessica replied cutely. She knee-walked to the edge of the bed and stood up.

"Does it bother you, Tammy, to know that your husband made me cum twice? He made me cum by sucking on my pussy in just the right way. Your husband made me cum by sucking my asshole. Just think about that. Your husband, the man who vowed to love you and only you, made another woman cum. Your husband ate another woman's pussy. Your husband rimmed another woman's ass. Can you forget that? Can you get the image of your husband's mouth buried between another woman's ass cheeks out of your head? Trust me, Tam, I've been with men who didn't want to go down on me. I can tell when they're not enjoying themselves. And your husband? He did not hate it." Jessica said.

"So, you're a whore. That's what you're saying? You've had lots of men go down on you?" Tammy replied.

"Pretty much. When you're as hot as I am, it's not hard to get laid." Jessica replied.

"Then why do this? Why come after us?" Tammy argued.

"This isn't about getting laid, honey." Jessica said with a bright smile. "This is about something more." she added vaguely.

"What?" Tammy questioned.

"You'll find out soon enough." Jessica replied darkly. She turned to look back at John. John's eyes couldn't help but watch her breasts jiggle as she turned. Jessica noticed this and smiled. 

"Okay, John. This is it." Jessica started, reaching up to tie her hair in a ponytail. "This is the moment you've been waiting for."

She hopped back onto the bed. Tammy watched her firm ass bounce as she did so. She crawled over and straddled John. His dick was still throbbing hard. She reached between them and guided the tip of his dick against the outside of her pussy.

"This is what you've been thinking about, isn't it? The moment you saw me, even though I attacked you, even though I attacked your wife, your first thought was 'God, I just want to bang this bitch.' Right? When I stepped in, you just wanted to fuck the shit out of me. Now, your dream is about to come true." Jessica said. With that, Jessica lowered herself onto him.

John groaned out loud. His eyes rolled up into his head as he felt his dick getting buried in her sweet pussy. His dick met a lot of resistance as he was forced deep into her twat. Her pussy was tight. So fucking tight. He had never had his dick in a hole this tight. It was a struggle for her to take his thick ten inches into her tight little pussy. She sighed softly as her ass settled into his lap.

Jessica leaned forward so she balanced on her arms above John, staring down at him. She knew the pleasure he was feeling. She had seen it in other men. The realization that the hole his dick was buried into was the best thing he had ever experienced. 

"You don't know it yet, but you're mine now." Jessica whispered, quiet enough so Tammy did not hear.

John's immediate reaction to that was confusion. What does that mean? But he did not have time to dwell on it due to the overwhelming pleasure her tight pussy was providing. John looked up at her face before his eyes were inevitably drawn to her hanging breasts. He made eye contact with her hard nipples. She smirked and started to bounce. 

She put her hands on his chest to get more leverage as she started to bounce harder. John couldn't control his groans as Jessica rode his hard cock. John's eyes never left those nipples as her bounces became more and more violent. He had never been ridden this hard. 

Tammy watched this with a sick fascination. She couldn't help but observe the sexual union of her husband and this absolute bitch. She didn't know how her husband could handle this hard fuck. Their lovemaking was usually very gentle, not rough like this bitch was doing.

"You like that John? You like the way I fuck you? You like how my pussy feels? You like how my cunt takes your massive cock? It's never felt this good with Tammy, has it? This is the best pussy you've ever gotten, right? This is the best sex you've ever had? Right? Tell me!" Jessica yelled out. John closed his eyes and looked away, trying to think of anything else but the pussy wrapped snugly around his cock. He shook his head, trying to deny the feelings she was providing. 

"Tell me or I'll stop! Tell me or I'll stop fucking you! Tell me or you don't get to drain your balls!" Jessica yelled out, bringing her bouncing hips to a stop, his balls nestled snugly against her ass as his dick was buried inside her. John tried to bounce his hips to try to relieve the throbbing in his balls, but she held him down, preventing him from getting any pleasure. She leant down and laid on his chest, her breasts flattening out against him. The feeling of her soft breasts against his chest nearly set him off. Jessica put her mouth against his ear.

"C'mon, John. Tell me the truth." Jessica whispered "Tell me that my pussy feels better than anything you've ever felt. Tell me that my pussy feels so good on your dick. Tell me that you love my pussy more than anything. Tell me you love my pussy more than your wife. Tell me that you would leave your wife for me. Tell me that you would leave your wife for my tight little pussy. Tell me you love me."After she finished whispering her evil speech to John, he felt her soft lips kiss his ear. Her mouth moved down, licking and sucking his neck. John shivered as he felt this, and took in her dark designs. He now knew her true goal. Her goal was his fidelity, his loyalty to his wife. She hoped that he would leave Tammy for her, after experiencing her admittedly extra tight pussy. She hoped that the pleasure she could give him would override the love he had for Tammy. John shivered at this plan, and also the wet tongue sliding across his neck. He felt her tighten her pussy around his dick. He was then reminded of his aching balls, filled to the brim with cum, cum that was bursting to escape. He could feel his dick marinating in her juices, which had dripped down to his balls. If she would move just a little bit, he would no doubt cum. John tried to let his balls simmer, hoping the pressure would ease quickly.


Stockholm Syndrome



Watching this bugged Tammy more than anything she had seen so far. Watching Jessica whisper in his ear, whispering something she didn't want Tammy to hear. Then watching her start kissing him. It just seemed so intimate. Like something that lovers would do. 

Jessica pulled her lips from John's neck and leaned up over him. Tammy could see Jessica start flexing her ass, no doubt tightening her pussy against John's hard dick. John groaned out loud, now back on edge. Then, she stopped.

"Tell me, John. Tell me what I want to hear and I'll let you cum." Jessica ordered. John looked over at Tammy. Tammy could see the apology in his eyes. She knew that he was on edge, desperately needing to cum. Tammy knew Jessica would keep him on edge for as long as it took. Tammy just nodded at John, giving her permission for whatever he had to do. 

"Please, just let me cum." John begged.

"I will when you tell me." Jessica replied strongly. John paused, then finally relented.

"I love you." John said quietly.

"What was that?" Jessica said.

"I love you!" John yelled out, desperate to cum.

"Do you love me more than Tammy?" Jessica asked, flexing her ass, tightening her pussy as a reward.

"Yes, I love you more than Tammy." John said quickly, willing her to start bouncing.

"Do you love my pussy more than you love Tammy?" Jessica said, tightening her pussy again.

"Yes, I love your pussy more than Tammy. Just please, make me cum!" John begged.

"You got it, love." Jessica said. She put her arms on his chest and started to bounce. Her bounces quickly resumed their violent nature. Jessica's tight pussy, clasping on his dick as she drove up and down, was enough to finally set him off. His hips couldn't help but drive up into her as his balls exploded. She ground into him as she felt his balls start to spurt. His balls pumped massive amounts of warm semen into the tight cunt of this bitch riding him. John nearly blacked out the pleasure was so great. He didn't know how long he was cumming. All he knew was that he was driving his dick into her as hard and deep as he could, trying to maintain this incredibly pleasurable feeling for as long as possible. As his balls emptied the last of his semen into her, he fell back onto the bed, exhausted. Jessica just lied on top of John, basking in the warm glow of great sex. She could feel his cum leaking out of her pussy. He had shot so much it had probably run out of places to go. She rolled onto her back and looked over at Tammy.

"Does it hurt, Tammy, to know that your husband has become lovers with another woman? Did it hurt to see your husband cum harder than he ever has before with another woman? Did it hurt to see your husband have the best sex of his life and have to watch from the sidelines, knowing that was something you would never be capable of?" Jessica taunted. A tear dripped down Tammy's cheek. Jessica smiled.

A faint buzzing was heard from the floor. Jessica reached down quickly and grabbed her jeans. She pulled her cell phone out of a pocket and looked at it. Jessica stood up.

"Excuse me guys, I have some important business to take care of." Jessica said, shaking her hips as she walked out of the bedroom. Tammy couldn't help but notice her husband's jizz running down her thighs.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. It was understandably awkward. The words Tammy said earlier echoed in John's ears. She said he was hers now. She thought that the minute she forced his dick into her tight pussy, that he belonged to her. That her pussy felt so good that all of his loyalty to his wife was gone. John just shook his head at her misguided ego. Even though her tight pussy did feel great, it wasn't enough to sweep away his loyalty to his wife. Right? Quickly, John shook these thoughts out of his head. He finally, John turned to look at Tammy, tears in his eyes.

"Tammy, I'm so sorry." He said, a tear running down his cheek. "You know I don't believe anything I just said. You know how much I love you."

"I know." Tammy said crying. "I love you too."

"I hate what she's doing. I hate it. I just did it to get through it." John said.

"I know, John, I know. Listen, it's okay. Just do what you have to do, John, it's okay. Just do whatever she says. Just do whatever it takes, and when she's gone we can move on. I'll forgive you for what she makes you do. I love you." Tammy said, crying.

"I love you too." John said quietly. They heard approaching footsteps, and braced themselves for the return of this monster. 

"Sorry about that, guys." Jessica said, sashaying back into the room, putting down her phone. Tammy noticed that she still hadn't cleaned John's semen off of her. Jessica noticed where Tammy was staring.

"Sorry. I tried to clean it up, but he shot a whole lot in me." Jessica said with a laugh. Tammy just gave her the death stare.

"Please, just let us go. You got what you wanted." John said exasperatedly. 

"No, lover, we're just getting started. We've got the whole weekend ahead of us." Jessica said, joining him on the bed. She moved to the other side of him and curled up against him. She scratched her finger against John's chest.

"God, you're so buff and strong. You're such a man." she whispered in his ear. "Why did you shack up with her? You can do so much better." 

"Fuck you." John replied.

"You did that very well already, thanks." Jessica whispered, kissing his cheek. She continued kissing his cheek up to his ear.

"I think I'm falling for you, John. I think I love you." Jessica whispered. This caused John to laugh derisively.

"You are out of your mind, Jessica." John said.

"You told me you loved me." Jessica countered, continuing this whole conversation through whispers in his ear. "Why can't I return the favor?" John just rolled his eyes while trying to ignore the chills up his spine as she blew in his ear.

"I knew the truth. I felt it. I felt your dick throb when you told me you loved me. I felt how hard it got you to declare your love for me. It got you so fucking hard to declare your love for another woman in front of your wife. You're nasty, aren't you? You're a freak like me. It turns you on to betray your wife. You can deny it but I know the truth. Just imagine how good it'll feel when you betray your wife for good. Imagine how hard you'll cum when you choose me over her. When you betray your ugly wife, that you declared your love for, in favor of this hot slut that you can't stop thinking about. That's love, John. That's true love. We were meant to be together. I know it's tough to believe. I know it's hard. Change always is."

"That conflict you're feeling is perfectly normal. Don't worry, it'll get easier. You'll begin to choose me over her. It'll start small. You'll think I'm prettier than her. That's fine, because it's a fact. It'll be the natural progression to then think that I'm sexier than her. But you'll think, hey, sexiness isn't that important. Then you'll realize that I'm a much better fuck than her. But sex isn't everything right? But then, you'll start to miss me when I'm gone. You won't be able to stop thinking about me. You won't stop wondering when I'll be back. You're dick will get hard at the mere thought of me. You'll just keep waiting for me to come and take care of your swollen balls. With the amount of sex we're going to be having, we'll no doubt develop a certain chemistry. I'll know what you like, and you'll know what I like. You'll start to go out of your way to please me so that I'll please you. We'll be perfect sexual partners. When two people develop this chemistry, they'll start to really understand each other. You'll know what I'm thinking at all times. And I'll know what you're thinking. You'll start laughing at my jokes. You'll start to sympathize with me. You'll start supporting me, taking my side. Your marriage will no longer be a concern for you. Then, you'll really let loose. There will be no stopping you from doing all the bad things you want to do to me. There will be no stopping you from saying all the things you've been wanting to tell your wife but couldn't because husbands don't say those things. You'll be free. Truly free. There's no use fighting it John. It's inevitable." Jessica finished.

John had been too engrossed in her terrifying speech to realize her hand had moved down to slowly stroke his cock back to full hardness. His cock was dripping with his juices.

"See baby." Jessica whispered, "See how hard I get you? See how hard the thought of being with me gets you? See how hard the thought of leaving your wife for me gets you?"

John tried to fight the pleasure her hand was providing, but he could not. She knew how to stroke him in just the right way. She knew just how to milk the cum out of his dick. She leaned up and focused her attention on his throbbing dick. 

Tammy stared at Jessica as she stroked her husband's dick. She watched her facial expressions as she put in the effort to pleasure her husband. Jessica noticed Tammy staring at her, so she responded by smiling brightly and over exaggerating her facial expressions as she jacked off John. It was beyond frustrating for Tammy to have seen Jessica whispering in her husband's ear, no doubt whispering sweet nothings. And to see her husband's response. To see him get hard at what she said, and not hearing what Jessica said, just drove Tammy nuts. 

Tammy hated that John got hard with her. She hated it. She understood it's hard for a man to turn his dick off so to speak, but still. But to get hard so quickly after getting off. He never recharged that fast with her. Tammy had to deal with the fact that on some level, John enjoyed what Jessica was doing to him, on a purely physical level. 

Jessica released his dick and got up on her knees. She straddled Tammy's husband, ready to fuck again. Tammy couldn't help but be a little jealous of her stamina. For Tammy, after one session of love making, she was pooped. She was done for the night. But Jessica, she was eager to fuck again, ready to please so quickly after their previous fuck. Tammy hated her. She looked away as she lowered herself onto John's dick and tried to think about something else when she heard them both groan out loud. She couldn't help but look back at them as the bed started to creak.

Jessica was clearly ready to go, because as soon as the sex started, she was riding John hard. She put her hands on the headboard to give her more leverage for this hard fuck. She was not slowing down. Tammy couldn't help but think that Jessica was in incredible shape. 

John was taking in the incredible shape of Jessica's massive titties as she rode him. He was nearly hypnotized by the hard bouncing nipples bouncing above his eyes. His body was acting on pure instinct. His mouth was salivating at the sight of the succulent nipples above him. His hands were starting to fight the handcuffs, trying to break their grip, not to get away, but to be able give those massive breasts above him in a long, healthy squeeze. But that was just instinct. John didn't even know he was doing it. And luckily, the hoops the handcuffs he was connected to were very secure, because John was using all of his strength to try to break them. Jessica knew what she was doing. John was not getting away. 

John was still trying to fight the feelings she was bringing out in him. Despite the situation, he had to admit Jessica was one hell of a fuck. She was bouncing so fast! She clearly knew what she was doing. Her clasping pussy felt so fucking good wrapped around his dick. Her cunt was so tight, and wet, and deep. The pace of this fuck didn't slow down like it did with the previous one. There were no stops. There were no breaks. This was just hard fucking. 

"You don't get this from Tammy, do you?" Jessica said loudly as she bounced. John said nothing. "No response? You don't want to admit this sex is better than anything you've ever had. Better than anything Tammy's ever done. I'm doing things that Tammy is simply not capable of. I mean, look at her. That is one ugly bitch. You can tell just by looking at her that's she's a lame fuck. It's pretty obvious. I bet she just lays there. I bet she just takes it. I bet she only wants to make love. She's never interested in doing any of the things you want to do. She's never interested in any of the hard fucking you desperately need. You'll never get any of the good stuff from her. You need to be with a slut like me to get that. How did you get stuck with her anyway? Did you lose a bet or something?" Jessica said.

"I fucking hate you." John replied. 

"You're lying, John. We all know it. That hard dick in my cunt is all I need to know about how you really feel about me. Trust me. You would not be that hard, your balls would not be so swollen, you would not be fucking me back if you weren't enjoying yourself." Jessica said as she smiled. John suddenly realized his hips were meeting hers stroke for stroke. He was getting close.

"C'mon, just admit it. Admit that you like me more than you like Tammy. Admit that you love me more than you love Tammy. Say all the things you've wanted to tell her. All the things in the back of your head that you've always wanted to tell her. Tell her!" Jessica ordered. 

"FUCK YOU!" John yelled out, the pleasures of her pussy finally overwhelming him. He started cumming hard. His thrusting dick set off Jessica, who literally yelled out in orgasm.

Tammy watched this scene in horror. Just watching her husband and another woman have amazing simultaneous orgasms was a terrifying sight to see. A thought really started to take shape in her mind: Was John enjoying this? Not just the feelings of the things she was doing to him. But was part of him enjoying the rough nature of the sex. Did he maybe enjoy Jessica's filthy mouth? Was there a dark side to her husband's sexual nature? No, of course not. John had never complained about their love life. He had always enjoyed the sex. He wasn't into any of the rough, nasty shit that Jessica was.

Another, even more terrifying thought occurred to her. They were not using any protection. Tammy watched Jessica hump against John and flex her ass, coaxing John's semen to get as deep into her nasty pussy as possible. What if she got pregnant? What if Jessica got herself pregnant on Tammy's husband's dick? The way Jessica was fucking, it almost seemed like she was trying to get pregnant.

John's head fell back to the bed exhausted. His body relaxed as the post sex endorphins flowed through his veins. Jessica rolled off of him, tired from the rough sex. She pressed herself against his side, their sweaty bodies rubbing together. Jessica brought her lips to John's ear.

"If you keep fucking me like that, then tomorrow, I'll let you fuck my ass." she whispered before kissing his cheek. John was in a daze, ready to pass out. It was getting dark, so Jessica pulled out a blanket from under the bed to cover them both up with. Jessica rested her head on his chest, and John was in too much of a daze to fight her off. They were curled up together as they both quickly fell asleep. 

Tammy was still wide awake. It was well before the time she usually went to sleep, same with John, but he was clearly worn out from fucking that bitch. She just sat in silence as she watched her husband and that whore curled up, sleeping together in her marital bed. Just this level of intimacy, even if it was forced by Jessica, was driving her nuts. She wanted to scream out, but she didn't want to wake John up. 

She tried to fall asleep, anything to get away from the situation she was currently in. Unfortunately, being bound to this chair wasn't exactly comfortable. It took her a few hours, but finally, she nodded off. 

It was a few hours later when Tammy was stirred awake. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she heard a sound. A wet, sucking sound. She looked towards the bed. She saw her husband awake, moving around a little, clearly agitated. She looked over to see Jessica, but she was not there. Then, Tammy noticed something bobbing under the blanket. The wet sucking noise was coming from under the blanket.

"Oh, shit!" John said quietly. He looked over to see if his wife was awake, but he didn't see her open eyes. He focused back on the incredible feelings coming from his dick.

He had been woken from his sleep by an amazingly pleasurable feeling coming from his dick. He had been dreaming for a few minutes before that. In the dream, he was getting his dick sucked by a woman. He looked down at the woman, but he couldn't quite make out the face. He thought it was his wife, but the face didn't match the image. It just didn't make sense. Tammy never sucked his dick like this. Her blowjobs never felt this amazing. She never sucked his dick anymore. Then he woke up.

He realized that he was still tied up in his bed, but he didn't have the chance to be disappointed as he realized that the pleasurable feelings coming from his dick was not just a dream. He looked down and saw something bobbing under the blanket. He realized immediately that it was Jessica under there. She must have woken up and just been hungry for dick. So she just went for it. Tammy was never that spontaneous. 

As much as he hated to admit it, the blowjob felt amazing. Her tongue was everywhere. She knew just the right places to tease him. She even sucked his balls. She could even deep throat him, right down to the ball sack. Her drool dripping down his cock felt amazing. And she sucked so hard! This was an expert blowjob. 

He looked over to see if Tammy was awake, and she was still in the same position, still asleep. John thought, 'what the hell, might as well enjoy it. Tammy won't know.' He just relaxed and let the feelings overwhelm him.

"Oh, fuck, Jessica." he said softly. If his hands were free, he would have placed them on top of her head to hold her on his dick. Her tongue was massaging his dick perfectly, trying to draw the cum out of his swollen balls and into her sucking mouth. Jessica's tongue swirling around his dickhead set him off.

"Ah, fuck!" John said firmly but quietly. His balls started pumping a massive load into Jessica's mouth. And like a good whore, she swallowed every drop. She kept sucking for a few minutes more after he stopped cumming, trying to get any excess cum. When she felt he was completely drained, she popped out from under the blanket and reappeared next to him. She kissed his cheek again. 

"Good night, lover." she said softly, laying her head next to his and putting her arm around him protectively. In a daze, John fell asleep quickly. 

John woke up with the sunlight shining on his face through the window. He realized he was still tied to the bed. He looked over and saw his wife slumped over, asleep. He turned and saw Jessica sleeping next to him, peacefully. 'God, she's gorgeous' was John's first thought, taking in her serene face. Wait, what? He shook this thought out of his head. This bitch was holding him and his wife hostage, and she had hurt his wife. He hated this woman. But how could a woman he hated so much make him feel this good?

John tried to rationalize his thoughts. On a purely physical level, he was enjoying what she was doing. It didn't mean anything. They were just physical reactions, not emotional ones. How could he not respond? No one would hold it against him for responding to her. It wasn't even him, it was his dick that responded. His dick was betraying his better judgment. This woman was insane. She had tied him down in his own home and had her way with him. She was crazy and evil. The only thing she had going for her was her body. Her gorgeous face. Those massive breasts. Her tight, wet pussy. Her tasty asshole. John tried to get her body out of his mind, but then he realized he couldn't hide from the truth. Her body was spectacular. She was fantastically stunning. He just had to accept it and move on. Her having a great body changed nothing. What kind of woman fucks a man in front of his wife? What kind of woman humiliates someone like that?




Stockholm Syndrome



John looked over at Tammy. He hated to see her so defeated. Tied up. Helpless. The fact that she just wanted to get through it and move on just kinda bugged him for some reason. He wanted to see more fight from her. He liked to see her yelling and cursing at Jessica, not just sitting there and watching, crying. He loved that fight in her. She had always been a very independent, strong woman. But Jessica's actions were wearing her down. Jessica humiliating her was, in fact, getting to her. 

John wondered what Tammy was thinking. She said she understood what he was going through, that it was okay with her that he had responded physically. But he wondered if that was the truth. He wondered if part of her was afraid that he was enjoying himself too much. That maybe he enjoyed the sex with Jessica more than he let on. Then he remembered the late night blowjob.

John was puzzled to his reaction to waking up to Jessica's warm mouth sucking his dick. He didn't fight her off. He had seen Tammy asleep, so he just went with it and enjoyed it. Why did he do that? Why didn't he fight back? Just because Tammy was asleep, he took that opportunity to enjoy the illicit sex. Did that mean that if Tammy wasn't here he might not fight back? That he would have let himself enjoy the rough sex Jessica was providing? Was Tammy's presence the only thing stopping him from letting loose? No, of course not. He was barely awake at the time. He wasn't thinking clearly.

John sensed something, so he turned and saw Jessica staring at him, wide awake.

"Morning, love." she whispered. John couldn't help but look down at her massive bare tits. Since she was lying on her side, one huge tit was stacked on top of the other. It was one of the sexiest sights he had ever seen. She let him stare before guiding his eyes upward with her finger on his chin.

"Listen," she started in a whisper as she looked past John to glance at Tammy. "You can talk now. She's asleep, so you can say whatever you want about her and she won't hear. You can say all the bad things you've wanted to say about her without penalty." Jessica said with a big smile.

"Go to hell, Jessica." John said quietly, trying not to wake Tammy.

"It's okay, John. I know you want to. It's okay to insult her. Nothing bad will happen. In fact, you will be rewarded. The more insults you say about her, the more rewards you get from me. And trust me, they are worth it." Jessica said brightly. John was puzzled. Jessica continued.

"Now, here's the thing: You cannot tell her about this arrangement. If you tell her anything, the deals off, and quite frankly, I will kick her ass. And don't think you can tell her about this when I'm out of the room. Believe me, I'm always watching." Jessica warned. John looked around, wondering if the room was bugged. He thought of a worse possibility. What if they were being recorded? What if there was a camera in the room? Jessica brought his focus gently back onto her. 

"So listen, I'll lay it out for you. Ten insults earns your freedom. Ten slanders against your wife will be all you need to end this. But it's not that easy. It's a ten step process. Here are the ground rules. You could just rattle them off bam, bam, bam. That would be the easy way, but you won't do that, will you? Because you love her. Right? You could be free if you just let go of that urge you feel to protect your wife's honor. But, you won't, at least, not yet. Also, you can't just whisper all of them to me when we're cuddling together. I'll give you some leeway. The first five insults can be whispered in my ear. I know it'll take some time to get used to bashing her, so I'll grant you that. But the last five, you've got to say them out loud. Your wife has to hear them. And you need to mean them. They can't just be mincing, lame insults. They have got to be vicious. They have to have venom. They have to make her hurt. Even when this is over, and you tell her that I made you do this, I want her to think, in the back of her head, that the things you said were what you really thought. Can you do that for me?" Jessica said, her brow crunched up cutely.

John thought about this. This woman was the worst person alive. Literally. She was pure evil. She wanted him to bash his wife. She wanted him to insult his own wife. That's ridiculous! What rewards did she think she could give that would make him insult his wife? If it's sex, John could hold out, no question. If she threatens to withhold sex, John would welcome it. He would win that battle easily. She must be truly naïve if she thinks that he would insult his wife in order to avail himself in this slut's body some more. Jessica took his silence as a chance to continue relaying her fucked up plan.

"So, I'll lay out the rewards. You should thank me, because I'm gonna be generous and give out two rewards for each insult. Okay, for one insult, you'll get bathroom privileges for the rest of our time together. Plus, you'll get a nice, wet blowjob, just like you should be getting every morning. Two insults, that'll get her bathroom privileges as well. It'll also get you a nice long tit-fuck. Imagine how good it'll feel to cum all over these jugs. Imagine how soft they will feel wrapped around your hard cock. Now, three insults, that'll get you food privileges. I'll feed you morning, noon, and night. And also, you'll get an even more delicious meal. I'll let you eat my ass for an hour. I think that'll be enough time for you to satisfy your hunger. Four insults, that'll get wifey food privileges as well. And what'll you get as a reward? You'll get to buttfuck my hot ass. My ass is so fucking tight. Imagine how good my tight asshole will feel around your cock. Imagine how my tight ass will draw the cum out of those huge balls of yours."

"Now, insult number five. If you insult your wife a fifth time, you will get alone time with your wife. I'll give you two thirty minutes to talk without me in the way. Private time to recharge, get your bearings together, and get through the rest of our time together. It'll also get you a nice massage. I mean, your muscles must be so sore, being stuck here. I've been told I give amazing massages. I know all the right places to touch. Insult number six, you'll get a lock of my hair. You might be wondering what the point of that is. Well, when this is all over, and if you feel you were wronged in some way, then you can go to the police and you have a nice lock of DNA to prove my guilt. You'll have the power. If you choose to do that, I'll give you a happy ending to your massage. After my massage, you'll be dying to get off. When you insult your wife for the seventh time, I'll let you kiss her. I mean, a sign of affection, a sign of love, that's something that is vitally important to get through troubled times. If you do choose that, you'll get to bear witness to something very special. One of my many talents. You see, I have the ability to squirt. A lot. I could probably fill a glass with it. So here's what I'll do. I'll get myself to squirt into a glass, then I'll let you have a drink. I'll let you drink the whole glass. A whole glass of my pussy juice. Mmmm."

"Then, if you decide to insult your wife again, then I'll pull your wife out of the room, so she doesn't have to see the naughty things we do together. And if I do that, I'll give you a strip tease. Better than any stripper. Better than any other woman. And if you can't stop yourself, if you insult your wife for a ninth time, then I'll confess everything. I'll tell you who I am, what my job is, where I saw you. Everything. But if I do that, we'll do something really fun. I'll coat myself in baby oil, coat you in baby oil, and we can slide and grind against each other for a while. Just imagine your hard, muscular body against my soft, firm, perfect body. And, if you insult her again, like I promised, I'll let you go. I'll give you your freedom. But not before I give Tammy one more hard slap to remember me by. Do you know how wet it made me when I slapped her before?"

"But if you insult her again, for an eleventh time, you'll get something extra special. You'll get two more rewards. Two massive, perky rewards. I'll let you touch my tits. I'll let you squeeze them. Bare hands on big tits. Married hands on slutty tits. Maybe I'll even let you suck them. And, if the feel of my tits makes you insult your wife again, then I'll fuck you again. I'll run the gamut on you. We'll do everything together. I'll give you the most incredible sexual experience of your life. It'll be rough. It'll be nasty. It'll be fun. And if you insult her for a thirteenth time, then quite frankly, I'll consider that a marriage proposal. That will be you declaring your love for me. If you insult your wife that many times, then you honestly never loved her and deserve to be with someone better. Like me. So, I don't think you'll mind when I take the wedding ring off of her finger and put it on mine. Then we'll be bound together forever."

As Jessica finished her insane speech, John truly saw the extent of her evil. He just lied there and considered everything. This woman was a monster, obviously. But John knew he had to work with her. He weighed the options. Yes, he could end it all now, but that would be at the expense of his wife. But, if he didn't, it would get bad in here. If he did insult her, the only things he would want to gain would be bathroom and food privileges, and also maybe the lock of her hair, so he could get this bitch. The private time would be nice, but his goal was to get to the point where he would get that lock of hair. That would only involve one insult against his wife that she would hear. He could handle that. One gentle insult, some constructive criticism. He found himself considering her proposition, simply to better their situation.

"So?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know." John said.

"C'mon, John. Do you think you could let your wife starve and be covered in her own shit simply because you couldn't say a few bad things about her? Honestly, if she knew the truth, she would rather have you insult her than the alternative. Plus, she won't hear a thing. At least for the first few. What's the problem?" Jessica said. John realized she had a point. John exhaled.

"Fine." John said. Jessica beamed. John just laid back and thought. He had to look at his wife with a critical eye. He had to come up with six insults against his wife. He didn't want to get too mean, but he knew Jessica would want him to be vicious. He thought maybe he could try something in the middle. He looked over at Jessica, and she pushed her ear out towards him. He glanced over at his wife, verifying she was still asleep.

"Uh, well, I think I would like it if Tammy maybe dressed a little better." John said quietly. Jessica bounced her head, as if weighing what he said.

"How would you like her to dress?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know, maybe a little more fashionably." John replied.

"So, she dresses kinda plainly?" Jessica replied.

"Uh, yeah." John agreed. Jessica thought for a moment.

"Not good enough." he said, starting to sit up.

"Wait. Wait!" John hissed. Jessica laid back down. 

"I'm listening." Jessica said. John swallowed his pride. He knew what she wanted to hear. She wanted to hear venom. Knowing that Tammy would not hear, John decided to bite the bullet.

"Tammy's clothes are ugly. All of them. They don't show any skin. I wish she would dress a little sexier." John whispered. Jessica took this in.

"You like girls in slutty clothes? I bet when you two are walking down the sidewalk, your eyes look past the girls in the plain, full coverage clothes, like your wife's. You turn your head when you see a girl walk by in a halter top and booty shorts. I bet you love it when you see some slut with her thong straps above the waistline of her pants. I bet Tammy acts disgusted, but you, you just want to catch another glimpse of that sexy whale-tail. I bet you just can't help but notice the girls with their tits pouting out of their tops. I bet you just want to shove down your wife, grab that slut, take her to the back seat of your car, and test the shocks if you know what I mean. Right?" Jessica asked.

'That never happened.' John thought, confused as to why she created this scene. John wanted to argue with her, but he knew it was pointless. John gritted his teeth, and just nodded. Jessica smiled.

"Okay, that'll do, John. That's one. And you just earned yourself a nice morning blowjob." Jessica said. With that she started to crawl under the sheets. The next thing John felt was Jessica's warm breath on his dick. He started to harden from this sensation. Jessica took his hardening dick into her mouth. He groaned quietly. Her mouth was so hot and wet. He could immediately feel her hot spit sliding down his dick. John tried to fight the pleasure, but knew she would keep going until his warm semen was in her belly, so he figured he might as well get it over with. He just wanted to give her as little indication as he could that he was enjoying this. 

John tried to stay quiet to avoid waking Tammy, but Jessica was deliberately slurping loudly on his dick. Her bobbing head and swirling tongue were driving him to the edge, but she knew just when to stop and let it simmer. She kept up this loud sucking for a while, taking pauses to prevent him from going over the edge. She kept slurping on his dick until she saw that Tammy was stirring. 

Tammy started hearing loud slurps and clacks echoing through the room, which stirred her from her troubled sleep. She cleared her eyes and was confronted by the same sight she confronted then she had last been awake. The sight of a slut bobbing under a blanket on her husband's dick.

John was getting close to cumming again. His rock hard dick was buried in this slut's throat, and coated in her spit. Her hands were massaging his balls gently, in just the right way. Jessica pulled back until only the fat tip of his dick was in her mouth. Then, Jessica's tongue went crazy on the underside of his dick.

"Oh, Fuck!" John yelled, out, unable to contain the pleasure Jessica was giving him. He glanced over at Tammy, her eyes now wide open.

"I'm sorry, Tam." he called out to her, before returning his focus to the slut in bed with him. 

"Fuck!" John yelled out, feeling the cum burst out of his shaft into her warm, welcoming mouth. Her hands started pumping his dick, aiding in his amazing orgasm. He could feel her swallow all of his cum to make space for the next burst. Once Jessica released him from her grasp, John was able to relax, the pressure in his balls now gone. She crawled back up to him. 

"You taste so fucking good, John." she whispered. She jumped out of the bed and walked out of the room. John was still in a daze, recovering from the blowjob. Tammy was silent. Jessica returned quickly, with a rag in her hand.

"Sorry, John. It's got to be this way." Jessica said, before taking the rag and pushing it over his mouth and nose. John started fighting back, struggling to breathe.

"Hey! Stop! He can't breathe! Stop!" Tammy yelled out.

"It's okay, Tammy. Just giving him enough to shake him up." Jessica said, struggling to hold the rag against him. After about twenty seconds, John relaxed a little bit and Jessica removed the rag. Tammy looked at John, making sure he was okay. His eyes were open halfway, and his head was moving slightly. It looked like he was dizzy, or stoned. Jessica let him rest for a minute, making sure her plan worked. She set down the rag, and went to work, untying his legs.

"What are you doing?" Tammy asked.

"Well, with all the orgasms he gave me, I think he earned bathroom privileges." Jessica replied.

"What about me? I need to go too." Tammy asked.

"Tough shit. You haven't done anything to earn that right yet." Jessica said. Tammy rolled her eyes.

"What was that you gave him?" Tammy asked.

"Well, it was something to make sure he doesn't fight me too much while he's untied." Jessica replied, finishing untying his feet. She held out a set of keys that she had been holding in her palm. She uncuffed one wrist, then the other. Tammy hoped to see him leap up and fight against his captor, but he didn't. He was clearly zonked out on whatever she gave him. Jessica pulled his arm, and barely knowing where he was, he allowed himself to be pulled up. She put his arm around her shoulders, and she led him towards the bathroom.

A few minutes later, they returned. Tammy was disappointed to see her husband still in a daze. He put up no fight when Jessica put him back onto the bed. She swiftly cuffed him to the bed and tied down his legs. Tammy's husband had failed to escape her grasp. Jessica turned and left the room.

"John?" Tammy called out, but he was unresponsive. Tammy sat in silence as she heard Jessica talking. She must be on the phone again. Almost a half hour passed before John started to stir.

"John." Tammy called out softly.

"What happened?" John asked.

"She drugged you or something. She took you to the bathroom." Tammy replied. John exhaled.

"I'm sorry, Tammy, for all of this." John apologized again.

"It's not your fault, John. Just do what it takes for us to get through this. To get her out of our lives." Tammy said. John took in what she said, and just nodded.

"Nice to see your back with us, John!" Jessica said brightly, strutting back into the room, still nude. She hopped back onto the bed and curled up beside him. 

"So, sweetie..." she started, whispering in his ear. "Do you have anything else to say?"

John had to just lie there and think. He had to get bathroom privileges for Tammy. And they both had to eat. The thirty minutes of alone time would be okay, but not necessary. But John wanted the lock of her hair. He wanted to have something on her so he would be able to take her down. To get her arrested, and bring her to justice. So John thought to himself. He needed to get to six insults. And only one had to be heard by Jessica. One was down, so he had five left. So John had to think of five more slurs against his wife. John hated to think this way, but Tammy herself said that he should do whatever it takes to get through this. And once this was all done, Tammy would understand.

John thought to himself, 'What do I say against my wife?' She wasn't perfect, but he loved her with all of his heart. Were there things he wished were different with her? Sure, but they were petty things, and John knew Jessica would not accept petty insults. He needed mean stuff. Then, John had a flash. Jessica had already insulted Tammy. John thought back to what she said earlier about his wife. The insults she said about Tammy. Maybe John could just echo her statements. He turned to face her.

"I wish Tammy was more tan." John whispered.

"Do you like tan girls?" Jessica whispered with a smile.

"In my past, I generally liked girls that were tan." John replied civilly.

"You like smooth, tan skin like mine?" Jessica asked, running a hand across her chest. John had noticed that Jessica had no tan lines. The image flashed into his head of her hot body, nude on a beach, baking in the sun. He could see in his mind's eye her massive tits pointing skyward, aching for more sunlight. John shook his head, clearing these thoughts. 

"Yes." John replied simply.

"Then why would you marry a girl with such ugly skin?" Jessica asked.

"Because I love her. Because my love goes beyond the fact that she has pasty skin." John replied. Jessica smiled.

"Yeah, but to me, the skin is a sign of how much care a girl puts into pleasing her man. With a girl like me, with smooth, tan, sexy skin, it's clear that I put a lot of working into making myself look attractive. But her? She has dry, pasty skin. She clearly never tans." Jessica said.

"She burns easily." John replied, defending his wife.




Stockholm Syndrome



"Hmm, I bet. She probably wears a one piece on the beach, to cover her oh so sensitive skin. I bet you hate her one-pieces. I bet you wish she would slut it up and wear a string bikini and a thong to the beach. Not that it would help. It would just show off her terrible body. Expose all of that pale skin. She's so pale it would probably blind you. She's not trying to please anyone visually. It's practical, not sexy. Her own behavior shows that she knows that she has little to offer, so she doesn't even try. You know what the fact that she burns easily tells me? It tells me she was not built to attract. She was not meant to be attractive to a man. She couldn't pull off a teeny bikini if she tried. Her body was not built for it. Only sluts like me can pull them off."

"I bet you love going to the beach, don't you? I bet you love staring at those tanned beach sluts in their tiny bikinis. And when they make eyes at you, and see what your wife has to offer, I bet they all know what you're thinking. I bet they see what you're thinking in your dirty little mind. They know that you are dying to sneak away from the hag. Maybe sneak away after she takes a nap. After she had asked you to wake her up if she falls asleep so she doesn't burn. Those sluts know that you are dying to sneak down the beach, take a tanned beach slut in each arm, find a nice shady spot, and fuck their brains out. Your wife would be getting roasted in the sun when you're spraying your load inside some slut you barely know. Your wife would be woken up by some slut screaming in orgasm around her husband's dick. That's what you would be thinking, right?" Jessica said.

John saw what she was doing now. He saw that she was inventing these little scenes to titillate him. To make him think that something like this could have happened. It hadn't, but she wanted him to think it could've. But then, the scene she painted out flashed into his head, and despite his better judgment, it did sound a little sexy. John couldn't help but react to the picture she painted. His dick started to harden yet again. She looked at him, awaiting an answer.

"Yes." John said. Jessica laughed and reached down to slowly stroke his dick.

"Very good, John. Two down." Jessica said.

For Tammy, listening to these long, whispered conversations was driving her nuts. The idea that they were talking about something they didn't want her to hear was making her crazy.

"Would you guy's stop fucking whispering!" Tammy yelled out. Jessica looked over at her with a smug smile.

"Do you think you could handle listening in on what we're saying, Tammy? What do you think, John? Should we stop whispering?" Jessica asked. John thought quickly.

"No. We should keep whispering." he replied, looking at Tammy, willing her not to push it. Tammy looked at her husband in the eyes. She got the impression he was trying to protect her, protect her from the horrible things Jessica was no doubt saying. Tammy fell silent.

Jessica crawled down the bed till her chest was above his now hard dick. She grabbed a breast in each hand and lowered herself so her breasts were pushed against his torso, on either side of his hard dick. She looked up into John's eyes, and then pushed her breasts together around his hard cock.

"Oh, shit." John yelled out, feeling that perfect softness all over his dick.

"Tammy, I'll make you a deal." Jessica started, moving her chest so John's dick was plunging up and down between her tits. "If you describe how fucking hot the sight of me fucking your husband is, I'll give you bathroom privileges."

Tammy thought this over. As much as she hated to do it, she knew she had to get bathroom privileges. She knew she would have to bite the bullet and comply with Jessica.

"Watching you two is hot, okay?" Tammy said quickly.

"Not good enough Tammy." Jessica said in a sing-song voice as she happily bounced her massive breasts around her husband's dick. "Make me feel how hot you think we are. Make me believe it."

Tammy rolled her eyes. This woman was evil, but she had to get through this ordeal. She had to work with her to make things easier.

"Watching you two is so fucking hot. You guys, ugghh. You guys look so good together." Tammy said, feeding into Jessica's ego.

"There you go." Jessica said, like a proud mother. "I knew you liked watching us. Is that what you're into? Do you like watching your husband fuck other women? Is that what makes you hot? Is that you're sick little fetish? You like seeing your husband fuck other women better than he ever fucks you?"

Tammy gritted her teeth, and said, "Yes, I love it."

"I knew it. I knew you were one of those girls. Knows they're not good enough for their men, so they let them fuck around. Is that it? Is that what you're into? I bet whenever you drive through the bad part of town, and you see some slutty hooker on a street corner, you want to pay her, take her home, and let your hubby plow her for a few hours. Let him get some real sex for once. Right?" Jessica said. 

"Yes." Tammy replied simply.

"You hear that, John?" Jessica said with a laugh. "She wants you to fuck around on her. Isn't that great news?"

John was in a different world. He had never felt anything like what he was feeling now. The feeling of those soft, massive breasts surrounding his dick. The sensation of his dick plowing up through her cleavage till it appeared just under her chin. He had never experienced anything close to this. As much as he hated to think it, he knew Tammy would never be capable of giving him this pleasure. Jessica was pushing her breasts around his dick, making sure that he got the full effect of her huge tits against him.

This was the first time he had had extended contact with her breasts, besides her pressing her breasts against his chest post-sex. This was the first time he had ever tit-fucked a woman. He had never been with a woman with such large breasts, such huge tits, such massive jugs. And just seeing them pouring through her hands as her tits pressed snugly around his cock set him off.

"Fuck!" John yelled out. Geysers of cum started bursting out of his cock into the air before landing on her breasts. He could not believe how hard he was cumming. It just didn't stop. Cum just kept bursting out of his dick in large streams all over her chest. After what seemed like forever, the flow finally stopped. 

"Wow!" Jessica said, the tops of her breasts covered in cum. As she sat up, some of his cum dripped down onto him. She started to play with his cum with her fingertips, rubbing his cum around her nipples. John was exhausted from cumming so hard. He just lied there exhausted as she stood up. Jessica quickly walked out of the room. She returned within a minute, rag in hand. She walked towards Tammy.

"No, No. Please don't." Tammy begged, knowing what was about to happen. Jessica pressed the rag against her mouth and nose. Tammy couldn't help but breath in the medicine-like scent coming from the rag. Within a minute, she was feeling woozy. She soon had no concept of where she was. She didn't feel the hands untie her, or the hands guiding her. 

John watched Jessica take Tammy into the bathroom, and then return a few minutes later. John was disappointed as he watched Jessica efficiently retie Tammy to the chair. He was angry to see how well thought out Jessica's plan was. She had every little thing planned out. John realized that Jessica was probably really smart. Crazy, but smart. Jessica stood up and sauntered back towards the bed. John looked over at Tammy and saw she was in a daze from what Jessica had dosed her with. John's eyes were drawn to Jessica as she stood before him. A lot of the semen on her breasts was now gone, but some had dripped down the front of her breasts. Her fingers scooped up most of the remaining cum.

"Thanks for breakfast. It was delicious." Jessica said, putting her fingers into her mouth, sucking the cum off of them. "Now, I'm guessing you want breakfast too?" she added, joining him on the bed. John said nothing

"I bet you're pretty hungry." she said, running her fingers through his hair.

"Starving." John relented.

"Well, you know what you have to do. So, I'm gonna assume you're aiming for both of you to eat. So the way I figure it, you might as well get them both out of the way, boom, boom. Then, I'll feed you guys something nice. You might as well say them out loud. She's out of it. The only thing she might remember would be your voice in her subconscious, bashing her. But she won't say anything about that."

John thought it over. He knew he had to get these insults out of the way. He tried to remember what she had said earlier again. He felt like he had gotten the best of Jessica in a way. He didn't really feel like he had said anything that bad. He had just led into things, and Jessica had taken the ball and ran with it. He had provided a topic, and she had filled in the blanks with her own scenarios. John felt like he could do this again. 

"Her legs aren't particularly sexy." John said civilly.

"Like how?" Jessica asked. John was disappointed that he was forced to go into detail.

"Ugh, well, their kinda short, and stubby, I guess." he said, echoing her earlier statements.

"And?" she asked cutely. John had to search his mind for an actual complaint about her legs. He had never been a leg man, so he had never really factored in her legs in his thoughts of her attractiveness. He had to think like a leg man. If he were a leg man, what would he look for? Leg men like long legs. Legs that were firm with muscle. Strong, but feminine. Legs that would look amazing in a skirt and high heels. Legs that would look amazing covered in oil. Legs that would feel amazing wrapped around you. 

"Her legs are kinda flabby. I don't think she ever works them out. And their dry too. They're not the type of legs you run your hands down. And, uh..." he started before stopping himself.

"And what?" she asked, eager for him to continue.

"She has cankles. She's really self-conscious about them, so she never wears flip flops or sandals." John said, betraying a secret that Tammy was really embarrassed about.

"Ew. That's nasty." Jessica said, supporting him. "So I'm guessing you've been to some work parties with her, right? Where she had to wear a skirt to show off her nasty legs? I bet you didn't look at her legs once, because you already knew she had nothing to offer there. No one would blame you. No one there was probably impressed with those stubs. Now, there was probably one nasty slut at this party. There always is at one of those work parties. The one slut that wears the indecently short skirt, you know, one of those that just reach below her ass. And she wears high heels to really show off her sexy legs. I bet you couldn't take your eyes off of her. Off of those long, smooth legs. Your wife was disgusted by that slut she works with, but you were not. You kept making eyes at her, at those legs of hers. Other people noticed, but you didn't care. You just could not take your eyes off of her. And I'm sure she was returning the favor, checking out how hard you got for her. You tried desperately to sneak away, sneak into the supply closet, bend that bitch over and fuck her brains out? Didn't you? Didn't you!?" she demanded.

John had noticed that a few of the girls Tammy worked with were kinda skanky. He had noticed a few of them when he went to one of Tammy's work parties. That much was true. And he had noticed those skanky girls looking at him. Was that what they were thinking about? Were they thinking about fucking him?

"Yes." John said. Jessica kissed his cheek.

"Very good, John. You're doing so well. I'll definitely feed you. Now, are you sure you want her to eat? She's done nothing to deserve it, not like you. You know you need to keep your energy up to please me. Why not just stop now? She needs to lose a few pounds anyway. You'll be fed. That's all you really need. Screw her, John." Jessica suggested.

"Fuck you." John responded. Jessica just smirked.

"Fair enough. What do you got for me know? C'mon, let's bash her some more so she can get fed." Jessica said, rushing him, annoyed. 

John had to think again of another insult for his lovely wife. He remembered what Jessica had said about his wife's ass. This made him remember what his reward was for these insults. Not the food, but the other thing. Her ass. If he bashed Tammy again, his dick would soon be buried in Jessica's ass. He had already earned the right to lick her ass again. He had to admit, the thought of her ass did turn him on. And the thought of her tight asshole stretched around his hard dick did sound appealing. The thought of Jessica's ass forced him to compare it to Tammy's, and it became clear there was no comparison at all.

"Her ass. Her ass is pretty disappointing." John said.

"In what way?" Jessica asked.

"It's, uh, well, there's not much there. It's pretty bony." John said.

"What else?" Jessica asked.

"It's pretty flat too. There's not much to grab onto. Also, even though it's small and flat, it's, uh, kinda flabby. It's not very firm." he said, hoping that would be enough. 

"So, you like round asses? Nice, round firm asses? Big, but not too big? Something that you can grab onto? Something you can spank? Something that can handle the rough fucking you want to put it through?" Jessica asked.

"Yes." John replied. He awaited the naughty, ass-related situation she was about to present. 

"I bet your wife has probably pissed off other women before, right? She seems like the type to say stupid things. Being the prude she is, I'm sure that when you guys went out to the bar, she made some nasty comments about some of the sluts there. I bet she got drunk and made some stupid comment that was no doubt overheard by some slut. She probably hadn't noticed your eyes following this sluts bouncing ass all night in those tight, painted on jeans. Tammy saw some nasty slut with a perfect ass, and she got jealous. So she made fun of this slut to hide her insecurity. But sluts don't just sit back and take it. The slut came back at her, and you were forced to get in the middle. You maybe copped a few quick feels of this slut's perfect ass, and I'm sure the slut noticed. You had to pull your wife away, out of the bar, and dump her drunk ass in the car. You were forced to drive away, but that's not what you really wanted to do. You wanted to march right back into the bar, straight into the bathroom, where you knew that bitch would be waiting. You wanted to pull down those tight jeans of hers and just bury your dick in her tight asshole. Right?" Jessica finished.

John thought about what she had just said. Just the thought of some dark, rough anal sex with some sexy bar skank in a dirty bathroom did sound sexually stimulating in a perverse way. It had obviously never happened, but John kinda wondered what would've happened if he was put in that situation.

"Yeah." John said, hardening as she told her story. He was just playing along, not enjoying it, of course.

"You're getting good John. That's insult number four. You prepared for some booty?" Jessica asked, leaning up. She knee-walked and assumed the position over John, straddling his head, facing his feet. John really took in her ass as it hovered above him. It looked spectacular. It was so perfectly round and firm. John wasn't sure what he would have done if his hands were free. Would he have shoved her down and tried to fight back against her? Or would he have reached up and grabbed two handfuls of those perky ass cheeks? Luckily he didn't have to face that choice.

Jessica reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. There it was. Jessica's asshole was exposed to him again. John couldn't keep his eyes off of it. Why did he find the sight of her asshole so alluring? Why was his mouth salivating at the sight of it? It didn't taste that good, did it? He found himself forgetting the taste. The only solution in his mind was to give her asshole another quick lick to refresh his memory. His tongue reached out and gave Jessica's asshole a firm lick.

About a half hour later, Tammy started to come down from whatever Jessica gave to her. As she started to come around, she started to hear a wet, sucking sound echo through the room. She looked towards the bed and saw John sucking Jessica's ass. He was really getting in there. His head had reached off of the bed, eager to plant itself between her ass cheeks. His cheeks were hollowing. He must be sucking her ass so hard. She looked to his eyes, hoping to see some fight. His eyes were closed. He clearly wanted to focus all of his attention on sucking this bitch's asshole. For the next half hour, Tammy just watched as her husband maintained this vigorous rimming. He had made Jessica cum twice, simply by sucking her asshole. At the end of this half hour, she finally lifted herself off of her husband's face. Tammy was shocked to see her husband's extended tongue appear from within Jessica's asshole as she rose. His tongue had been buried as far as it could in this whore's ass! When his tongue had escaped the clutches of Jessica's tight asshole, and as her asshole clenched shut, Tammy noticed her husband's tongue extend forward and give Jessica's asshole a little flick.

Did he like it? Did he like licking this bitch's asshole? She had pulled away, but his tongue went back for more. No of course not. She must be imagining things.

As Jessica turned around, she had bent over with her ass facing Tammy. Tammy couldn't help but notice her asshole was covered with her husband's spit. There was spit all over her ass crack. Her husband had gone crazy back there.

Jessica bent to take John's dick into her mouth again. This wasn't for pleasure. This was for lubrication. It would need it to get to where it was going. She gave John a nice wet blowjob for a few minutes before his dick was soaked. She then straddled his dick, facing his feet, giving John a perfect view of her ass. She wanted to make sure he would get a good view of it as it worked.

She reached behind her and grabbed his rock hard dick. She slapped it against her wet asshole a few times. She smiled as John looked at her. Then she started to sit on his dick. John groaned out loud as he felt the tip of his dick press hard against her asshole. Jessica screamed out loud as his dick started to break the tight seal. As her asshole started to stretch around the tip of his dick, John couldn't help but yell out loud.

"Oh, fuck!" he screamed out in shock, not expecting her asshole to feel so good. He knew it was tight from having his tongue buried inside it. But he didn't realize it was this tight. His dick head finally popped completely into her asshole, causing him to scream out loud again. He almost came it felt so good, but he held himself off. He knew Jessica could sense this, so she kneeled in place with just the head of John's dick in her asshole, letting him get used to the incredible pleasure he was feeling. Once the cum simmered in his balls, she started to lower herself. John watched in shock as his dick started to disappear up her ass. Her ass was unbelievably tight. Just that tightness surrounding his dick on all sides was driving him nuts. After a few minutes of work, her ass settled in his lap, his dick now buried to the balls in her ass. Then, she started to bounce.

"Holy Shit!" John called out, his dick numb with pleasure. His eyes were transfixed by her bouncing ass. Her firm cheeks bouncing looked so fucking good. Just watching her ass bump and grind and flex. It truly was hypnotizing. John could do nothing but take it. Just lay back and take in the full force of Jessica's ass.

John couldn't help but marvel at her stamina. Her ass was a blur in front of him at it bounced in his lap at an incredible speed. She did not stop. She kept going and going, and it kept pushing him closer to the edge. As if she knew exactly what he was feeling, as he turned the corner towards his orgasm, she brought her ass down into his lap and stayed there, his entire dick buried in her ass. John saw her ass cheeks flex as she clenched her ass around his dick, sending him over the edge.