This is the first part of hopefully many about a conservative wife that is turned into a fuck puppet with a few twists thrown in. This story is about revenge, fantasy and hot, hot sex.
Also if you want to play along at home, I have sprinkled in some lyrics from a sexy song my wife strips and dances to. Can you name it?
Let me know in the comments.
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How in the hell had Angelica fallen so far, and so fast?
Late summer at home
A high school teacher, a respected member of the community now on her knees with her hands tied behind her back in invisible bondage.
Decked out in latex as her huge pierced tits burst forth from her bustier almost obstructing her view. And for Angelica what a view it was. Her husband Enrique stood naked right in front of her. Angelica tracked his cock with every move, as if she was taking an eye test.
Enrique was latin with black hair and brown eyes. While Angelica was considered stacked, her husband was considered packed. A six pack of chiselled abs, which she was quite intimate with. Plus a large buried treasure down below.
Angelica looked longingly at his erect, eight inch cock, staring with a carnal lust as she instinctually rubbed her soaking wet pussy through the fabric. The darkness of the kitchen was the only thing hiding her stains of arousal, wetting through her black latex thong.
Her sweet, musky scent wafted from her neatly trimmed pussy, but she was too transfixed, too mesmerized on what was right in front of her. Every woman, even Angelica's friends, would gladly have traded places with her right then.
His cock was perfect.
Perfect in every way.
Perfect except that it wasn't in her eager mouth.
Enrique snapped his fingers to get his wife's attention as she wiggled her sublime ass back and forth, adding to the visual delight. As she regained some sense of reality, her hazel eyes hovered past his abs, taking in his muscular arms, arms he had worked years to get at the gym.
She made her way to his gorgeous face where he smiled mischievously. His chestnut coloured eyes locking with Angelica's, not only peering into her soul, but cementing her submission.
Earlier in April
The fall, her fall, all had started a couple of months ago, when Enrique had suggested a hypnotist for her. Although it was a long shot, her husband thought maybe being hypnotized would cure Angelica, or Angel as he called her, of her OCD tendencies, or at the very least help.
His wife was a knockout.
She had nice, full lips highlighting her porcelain complexion, perfect for many things. Her brunette hair with red streaks was cut in an angled bob. At five foot four, the brunette was not only beautiful, but blessed with a body made for sin.
She may be short in stature, but she wasn't short in sex appeal.
Her big, perfect, round ass and voluptuous tits made Angelica a walking talking wet dream to look at. However, it was more "dry" than wet, as she always covered her body carefully. Angelica dressed quite conservatively, as she was self-conscious about her pronounced curves, as well as her standing in the community.
What would parents, students, and her colleagues think if she dressed inappropriately?
High school boys have a hard enough time paying attention without a busty teacher distracting them. She couldn't have her tits popping out and her ass on display, even though Enrique told her they both deserved to be shown off.
With a body built for fucking, you would think the canvas would match the art when it came to sex.
However, that wasn't the case. When the couple did have sex, she treated it more like a chore than a pleasurable experience. Once a week, never twice. Sometimes it could even be a month with no action. Unless of course you counted the hand workouts Enrique had every night to bring himself to orgasm.
Blow jobs, cowgirl and most other things were not in play. Definitely not anal, even though Enrique thought her ass was made for spanking, licking and fucking. His wife's concerns put an end to any of those "asspirations."
Outside the bedroom, his wife was almost the definition of a soulmate, as she was thoughtful, smart, and kind. She was a wonderful teacher who was always there to help her students.
Angelica was the whole package, and Enrique knew he was an extremely lucky guy.
But besides being a little prudish, there was one other thing he didn't like, and he sought to change it. His wife was a germaphobe, which led to countless arguments, frustration, and for Enrique, bouts of rage. From shopping to regular day to day activities, the couple in their mid thirties would bicker about the same germophobic things.
He remembered one time in the winter looking for his parka. He looked everywhere before giving up, only to find it in the freezer when he went to get a frozen dinner.
"Hey, Angel. Nothing I like more in minus 40 than going outside with a nice, frozen winter jacket." This elicited a hearty laugh from his wife.
Although it was a lighter moment, it was just an example of her OCD tendencies.
He had visited the walk-in clinic the day prior, so just like so many other times the jacket and pants had to go in the freezer upon arrival, for fear of germs and bedbugs. Maybe this hypnotist would be the person to help not only his loving wife, but make a great marriage even better.
He had done his research online, looking for hypnotists in Minneapolis. After searching a number of them Enrique had finally hit the jackpot, or so he thought. Everything was set for Friday the following week.
Late summer at home
Angelica, waited for Enrique's next command. Gone were the thoughts of English lessons. The only lessons on her mind now were centred around cock.
Enrique's perfect cock.
'Cock, cock, cock.'
Monday morning
Patrick Murphy checked his scheduled appointments for the week, when something caught his eye.
Angelica Nightingale: Friday 9:30 am.
"Nightingale, Nightingale, Nightingale," he said out loud when an internal alarm bell rang.
"Mrs. Nightingale, my grade 12 English teacher? No, it couldn't be?"
The same teacher that failed him, causing a considerable amount of pain and suffering. Not only did he not graduate that year, as he was one credit short, but that was just the beginning of his downward spiral.
That summer his girlfriend Jasmine broke up with him. He had loved her more than anything.
The 18 year old Jasmine was a brunette with big bouncy tits. Tits that made the other boys at school drool. Her ass would stop boys in their tracks as they would fall over themselves to sneak a peek. Tight jeans and tube tops were the norm and no one was complaining, at least on the male side.
His friends always told him he was punching above his weight class.
Senior year, he was proud to call Jasmine his girlfriend, something he reminded his friends of every day. That's why it was so difficult when she gave him the talk. The one every teenager dreads growing up.
