It was a Saturday afternoon, warmer than usual for fall. Carissa looked at the clock, wondering when Jack would be home. He had gone to meet Trevor, a good friend and colleague, for lunch. Trevor was one of very few who knew the nature of Jack and Carissa's relationship.
When the phone rang, Carissa eagerly answered it, sensing that it would be Jack. She wasn't surprised to hear his voice…he told her that he'd be home in about an hour and that Trevor was coming with him. He also told her to change into a short skirt and to remember the rules…to wear nothing underneath it, or her shirt.
Puzzled and apprehensive Carissa walked upstairs to change. After freshening up, she slipped into the skirt and a pretty red t-shirt that buttoned up the front. She brushed her long chestnut colored hair and applied some liner and gloss to her full lips. She finished by spraying a bit of perfume on her neck and chest.
It seemed to be taking them an awfully long time to arrive. As she stood at the picture window waiting, she thought about Jack's request…surely it didn't mean….
Finally she saw Jack's truck driving up the street of their upscale neighborhood, Trevor following right behind in his car. She watched as they pulled onto the secluded driveway and as both men got out.
Trevor was in his late forties Carissa guessed…he was tall and broad, dark hair, silvering a bit at the temples. His most striking feature was his disarming blue eyes. She found him quite attractive.
Carissa opened the door as they stepped onto the covered porch. Before she had a chance to say a word, Jack said "Sorry it took so long, babe. We got to talking about you, and lost track of time."
"No big deal" she replied…wondering exactly what had been said about her. She turned to Trevor. "Great to see you again. How've you been?". She smiled warmly and gave him a light hug.
"You look awesome as always, Carissa. Things have been really good"….Trevor responded…and the chit chat continued as they sat down in the expansive, nicely decorated living room; Carissa and Jack sat on the large sofa and Trevor across from them in an overstuffed chair.
"Hey, Carissa...be a doll and bring out some beer, would you" asked Jack after a few minutes.
She smiled at Jack as she got up to do what he asked, and returned with 3 opened bottles and some glasses. She carefully set everything on the heavy wooden coffee table and sat back down next to Jack.
They continued to talk…about work, the weather, everything and nothing. Jack's hand went from resting on her thigh to slowly creeping upwards to the hem of her short skirt. She squirmed and shifted and eventually crossed her legs. Big mistake.
Jack immediately looked at her…unblinking and unkindly he said "Uncross your legs, now." She complied immediately. Once again his fingers found the hem of her skirt and he lightly brushed his fingers under it.
Carissa was mortified. Jack had never used her or displayed her in front of anyone. They had discussed it however, and he informed her that 'one day' he would desire to do just that. Had that day come?
Her head was down, sort of looking at the floor. She raised her eyes a bit to see if Trevor was looking at Jack's hands. Of course he was. Just then Jack pressed at her knee, nudging her legs apart. Reluctantly, she opened them a little. Another big mistake.
Again Jack looked at her. This time he spoke louder "Open your legs Carissa. Stop acting foolish". He turned towards her and pulled her skirt up barely exposing her, and slid his hand between her legs. Carissa was stiff and unwilling. This made Jack quite angry.
"You know that I expect for you to be available to me whenever and wherever I desire, Carissa. You'll be punished for your disobedience later. But right now I want you to go over and let Trevor look at you...show him anything he wants to see. Maybe once you know he's seen it all…and touched it all…you'll loosen up."
Carissa looked at Jack in agony. "You mean I have to show…show him everything???"
"Yes, Carissa. Go show him everything" he stated firmly. "Now". Jack knew that exposing herself this way would excite Carissa…she just didn't know it yet.
Slowly Carissa stood up and walked over to Trevor. She looked at Jack, hoping he'd change his mind or something…. although she knew better…
"Unbutton your shirt, Carissa" Jack demanded as if he were talking to a child. "Now open it so Trevor can see your tits". She did exactly as she was told.
"Go ahead, Trevor, she's all yours" said Jack.
"Very nice", admired Trevor as he reached up and lightly rolled Carissa's nipple between his fingers. He alternated between one breast and the other, pinching and tugging each nipple in turn.
"Now, the rest of it, Carissa" demanded Jack. "Pull your skirt way up and show Trevor your pussy."
Carissa inched the skirt up, exposing her nearly bare shaved crotch. She stood there waiting for further directions, risking that Jack would get mad at her again. And he did.
"What's the matter with you today? Spread your feet apart and open your pussy lips so that Trevor can see. You know better than this...now put your foot on the coffee table and show him your cunt, or I'll have to punish you right here and now."
Oh, that's the last thing Carissa wanted… 'please, not in front of Trevor', she thought. Immediately she placed her foot on the table and spread her pussy lips. Trevor leaned closer towards her and chuckled…adding to her embarrassment.
"She seems to be enjoying herself, Jack", he said as he slid his finger into her pussy, revealing that she was dripping wet. She blushed furiously.
Trevor continued to examine her…he tugged at the hood to expose her clit. He lightly flicked it a couple of times before sinking his finger deep into her aching pussy. Carissa moaned and tilted her hips in the direction of Trevor's hand. But he withdrew his finger… and she sighed in frustration.
"Now, I think you should turn around and let Trevor get a good look at your pretty ass", Jack stated simply. "Lean way over and stick your butt way out. "
Carissa quickly turned around and spread her feet and knees widely, she bent over, placing her elbows on the coffee table. She arched her back, and thrusted her ass up, exposing herself completely.
"Good girl." Jack said.
Trevor pulled at her cheeks, spreading them wide to expose her tight hole. Placing his thumbs close to her anus, he pulled her open. Jack walked over to stand behind Carissa. He watched as Trevor firmly massaged the outside of Carissa's tightly puckered hole, causing it to relax and open, making her moan. Once more he gripped the edges of her asshole with his thumbs and the tips of his forefingers, opening her even more. He lightly rubbed and pressed the pink puffy flesh with the pads of his finger…up and down and back and forth. She pushed her ass towards him…seeking penetration.
But he pushed only the tip of his finger in…he wiggled and twisted it, and pushed at the tight ring of her hole in every direction. Carissa desperately wanted full penetration, but knew she wasn't going to get just yet….
"You like that, don't you my little slut", asked Jack.
"Mmm…Yes", she said.
"Yes, what?" snapped Jack as Trevors finger continued to poke and tease Carissa's asshole. "Yes, Sir. I like it", she almost yelled.
"Then don't you think you should thank Trevor and tell him that you like it?"
"Thank you, Trevor. I like your finger in my ass." She replied.
"Yeah, she's pretty hot." Trevor sighed and smiled as he leaned back into his chair.
As Jack sat back down on the sofa he motioned for Carissa to sit next to him again. She stood up and walked to Jack and sat beside him.
"Lean back on the pillows… raise your hips and slide this one under your butt…pull your leg way back and put your foot on the back of the sofa …that's it …and keep your other foot on the floor." said Jack as he tapped her left leg and pushed on the inside of her right knee. "Now hold your pussy open. Wider. More." She used the tips of her first three fingers to pull her labia apart, which opened her cunt for view.
