I entered my bedroom and saw my husband in his chair with my sister on top of him. His pants were down around his thighs, and my sister was stroking his cock with her nylon covered feet.
At my first sign of his cock exploding, I spoke.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" I asked. Phoebe jumped up, as planned, while the now panicked Paulie, looking terrified, struggled to sit up and contain his still spurting cock.
As Paul sat up, fully exposed, Phoebe, said, "Quick get your belt back on!"
A totally ridiculous suggestion, I had already obviously seen everything, but Paulie, now accustomed to taking orders, quickly squeezed himself back into it and locked it. Paul, staring at me, did not even notice as Phoebe casually picked up the key and tossed it to me.
"I'm sorry mistress," he begged, "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry; I'm sorry; I'm sorry."
I just watched him expressionless as he continued to plead. Tears were forming in his eyes.
"Enough," I said sternly.
He froze and waited for my next words, but I was in no hurry to speak. I simply remained where I was, looking at him. I could tell that he was uncomfortable; his cock, still pretty hard, was crammed into his belt; his pants were still down, but he dared not move to try to correct them.
"I am in complete disbelief right now," I said, "You pulled this stunt, and on a day on which we had incredible plans?"
He opened his mouth to speak, but I held my finger to my lips, indicating for him to stop.
I said, "You need to not say anything right now, Paulie; you can only make it worse for yourself. You just stay in your chair and watch me pack."
He opened his mouth again but thought better of speaking.
"I'm so sorry, sis" Phoebe finally spoke.
Addressing her I said, "I'll deal with you later as well. Why don't you just sit on his lap, where you appeared to be so happy a moment ago, and stay out of my way."
"But, Toni," she interjected.
"In his lap, slut!" I directed her, my voice rising for the first time.
Phoebe gently took her position on Paul's lap, wrapping one arm around his shoulders, seemingly to maintain her balance. This placed her perfect boobs, straining against her spandex, just barely against his chest, but she pretended not to notice. She nonchalantly allowed her legs to push Paul's pants further down as she sat down, thus placing her feet & stockings against his bare legs.
Paulie looked at her feet and stockings, desperately trying to decide what to do. I knew that he was extremely aroused, but he dared not ask her to move, or say anything out loud for that matter. Phoebe had positioned herself so that her 19 year old body was as tempting to him as it could possibly be; plus, since I had interrupted his orgasm, he had not completed it and was still desperate for relief.
I dropped my dress from my body, revealing the lingerie that he had watched me put on that morning. I left my heels on, and walked back and forth across the room in just lingerie and heels as I gathered my luggage, as well as clothing and other items for me to pack. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Paul, knowing that the sight of me like this, as well as my packing, was driving him mad. On his face, I noticed a grimace from time to time and was sure that the combination of my 'show' and Phoebe in his lap was causing great pain as his cock futilely tried to free itself from the belt.
When I was done packing, I turned to them and spoke. "This is what you could have had today, Paulie." I posed in my lingerie and slowly raised my foot, dangling one of my heels at him. I knew that I was causing him both physical arousal and emotional pain. "I just don't know what to think of this situation right now, so, rather than saying or doing something that I may regret, I'm leaving."
I let the sorrow register with him before continuing. "I'll sleep on it, relax for a few days and decide what to do. I will return and inform you of my decision one week from today. What do you say, Paulie?"
"Yes, mistress, thank you," he dutifully replied.
I knew that he was so joyful to hear that I wasn't leaving permanently that he didn't even realize that it would be at least another full week before he had another chance at sexual relief. (And, since he had been interrupted, he hadn't even been fully satisfied this week)
I turned to my sister, "You be here in one week as well; you are certainly a part of this."
Paul would never catch on that this was a complete set up. I had simply needed an excuse to go back to the hotel that night and meet that handsome young businessman, so I arranged for Paul to be ready to explode and instructed my sister on how to innocently make it happen. I always wondered why the hell Paul thought I wanted him to stay in that chair, if not to enjoy Phoebe's show. Oh well.
With that I left, drove to the inn and immersed myself in an evening of dining, dancing, and drinking with the young man, whom, as I predicted, was waiting for me upon my arrival at the inn. Later that night, I greatly enjoyed his lovemaking as I hadn't had sex that enjoyable ever. I even had multiple orgasms for the first time ever.
I spent the next few days to myself, really I was bored, but I needed to wait a week so that Paul was fully back in his "needy" condition. That Friday, I drove home where Paul and Phoebe were waiting for me. I entered, and before he started to speak, I instructed him to go to our bedroom and remove all of his clothes; he was to return to me naked, in only his robe, and of course his chastity belt. When he returned a couple of minutes later, I asked him to take a seat on the sofa and remain silent while I spoke. I asked Phoebe to sit in a chair across from him, and I began.
"First, the rules," I said to Paul. "I am very close to saying to hell with this marriage and leaving, but I do feel that there is still something of value in this marriage."
Paul nodded as I thought to myself that his money was what was left of value.
"So, I will outline the rules of how this marriage continues. Any argument, comment, or hesitation will result in my walking out that door. I will download your video for all to see, ruining your business and then file for divorce, publically outlining your infidelity with my own sister. You will be ruined and disgraced; I, however, will be fine. You see, I am only 21 and still quite the catch." I paused and posed letting him see my body from all angles. He knew that I was stunning, and he nodded.
I continued, "Now, go to your safe, and bring me our prenuptial agreement."
He began to pause but thought better of it and stood up and went to his office. He returned a couple of minutes later with some papers in his hand.
I looked at the papers that I had been forced to sign a year ago and asked, "Is this the only copy, Paulie? You may answer."