*** This is the third installment on a continued story of a newly unfaithful wife having her horizons broadened in unexpected ways, but this can be viewed as a standalone story. Please feel free to enjoy the first two installments for full context ***
*** This story contains some non-con and slight bondage scenario along with some bisexual interactions ***
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Seething hatred courses through Shea's big body. He struggles against his restraints as he attempts to free himself, pushing and pulling his arms and legs to no avail. His veins popping across his body with each tug. Emily expertly tied his own clothes securely to not be able to move. His used boxer briefs stuffed so far down his mouth that all in can do is take in his own jet lagged sweat mixed with the juices from Emily's pussy on the fabric. He cannot take his eyes off of his sexy tiny, yet extremely athletic wife of over twenty years standing before him along with this boy from next door and his massive erection.
Jacobi has always been terrified of this mammoth mountain of a man, and seeing his rage on full display was not helping. He looked on his terror knowing that when ("when", not "if"), Mr. Evans got free, Jacobi would be torn limb from limb. Yet to his right, stood the nude woman of his desires for the past 7 years - the woman he often fantasized about since his first pre-teen boner. Torn and conflicted about his current plight, he opted to stay locked in on Mrs. Evans.
Emily Evans was a pure goddess of sexuality. At 41, she was a tiny 5'1 creature, but each muscle in her body had a visual purpose. She was not overly muscular like some Arnold wannabe, but just a fitness queen who took her workout and dietary routines seriously. Add to that her perfect 34B breasts with constantly erect nipples and crystal clear blue eyes, the former gymnast and model had always been the desire of many men even if she had been married for 23 years. Men consistently tried to get her attention, but only one man ever got it, until today.
She could not explain why the attraction took over her earlier today, nor did she want to. She had once may have felt guilty on indulging on this young man, but after not being the object of affection to her husband lately coupled with the obvious cheating he was doing, she no longer cared. She wanted to give in to the desires. Emily no longer wanted to play doting housewife any longer. She wanted to allow the caged sexual beast inside of her loose.
Emily looked at Shea and smiled devilishly, grazing her finger over the small heart tattoo on her hip with Shea's name. This at one time had marked her as his, but now she used it to toy with her husband. She turned her body into the naked muscular boy beside her and ground her pelvis against his leg, forcing Shea's name on the tattoo to do the same. Emily's erect nipples lightly touching his abdomen forced Jacobi's shaft to stiffen further. She took notice and wrapped her small hand around his cock, slowly sliding her hand back and forth.