On the uber ride back home the old man thought about how much he had enjoyed his time with Amanda Prescott that day. He had finally given in and fucked the beautiful busty wife who had begged him for more then left her hanging in utter frustration as the orgasm she craved alluded her again. Her sexual desperation was growing by leaps and bounds in line with the plans of the old man to exact revenge on the married couple. The ripples of sheer pleasure the old man had felt in coupling with her still continued to reverberate through his old body.
Granted the old man thought she did believe that she was fucking her husband. He vowed that she would be staring into his eyes when she unleashed her first orgasm.
In any case the old man was anxious to get home and listen in on the conversation at the Prescott home through the cameras and listening devices he had installed in their home.
Before leaving the old man had ordered Amanda Prescott to get dressed as she had been when he had first arrived that day -- in the stylish button-down blouse, a tight knee-length skirt, a pair of black sheer stockings and high heeled shoes. The only difference was that this time she was not wearing a bra or panties and all of the buttons of her stylish blouse down to just below her breasts were undone revealing an enticing cleavage bordered on each side by part of two perfectly rounded breasts with a hint of areola showing. He had been tempted to leave the egg vibrator deep in her so that he could remotely control her arousal but decided that it was too risky at this stage. Even without the vibrator the old man knew that she would present quite a tempting picture when George walked in.
The old man was relying heavily on a visually suggestive conditioning response from her that would have her drawing a connection between a man's penile reaction and her ability to attract a man's attention. It was that primal connection that was fueling her growing arousal threatening to overwhelm her. The old man promised to accelerate her training over the next few days to lock it in hard to her psyche. He was exceptionally pleased with her progress so far. He was anxious to see her reaction to the lack of physical response by her husband who remained an unwitting victim to the sexual blocker that prevented him from having an erection.
If it all played out as planned, the old man hoped that George's failure to physically respond would drive a wedge between the married couple that would lead to a lack of trust, worry and concern of potential infidelity, in other words an eventual permanent break-up. ...and what better way to create the perfect sexual storm where he would soon be physically removed from the scene to serve out a thirty-day sentence.
When the old man finally got back home he raced into the basement and into a side room he called his viewing room where the video and sounds from within the Prescott were being recorded.
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Amanda stood in the middle of the living room anxiously awaiting her husband's arrival after hearing a car pull into the driveway.
The door opened and her husband walked in with a big smile and alongside of him stood Harold Martin his business partner. Harold was in his mid-fifties, short, bald and carrying too much weight following a recent divorce to his third wife.
The two men stood dumb founded at the sight of Amanda's wide expanse of cleavage openly displayed in a blouse which failed to hide the fact that she was braless. Harold laser-eyed on her chest quickly spotting two very thick pointy nipples. He began to turn red when he noticed her looking in his direction, not at him directly but at his crotch which had bulged at the sight. A similar glance at her husband showed no reaction. She was both ashamed of unwillingly exposing herself before her husband's partner and concern that her husband had not physically reacted like his business partner.
"AMANDA MY GODDD!" George cried out seconds later rushing to stand in front of his busty wife blocking Harold's view.
"I...I...should be going..." Harold said uncomfortably but Amanda, raced around George and with her blouse wide open gave Harold a quick hug thanking him for driving George to and from the prison as well as a view of her large tits that he would remember for a long time. When she hugged him he felt her barely covered breasts press into his chest causing his penis to lurch even more. Amanda felt him and slowly peeled away while glancing down at the growing bulge. She purposefully managed to brush it with the back of her hand as she pulled away sending shivers up Harold's spine -- Harold had always had the hots for Amanda but knew that it was pure fantasy and that would ever materialize in a million years. Now he was beginning to wonder. He could have sworn that when she touched his erection it had been intentional. George was oblivious and had completely missed the brief exchange between his wife and business partner.
As if nothing had happened, George turned and shook hands with Harold thanking him again. Amanda had moved behind George and repeated the thanks staring him in the eye with what seemed to Harold as a promise of things to come. Harold gulped before turning and leaving. Her conditioning at the hands of the old man had kicked in on Harold's physical reaction to her. As he got into his car Harold looked back at the front door, "HOLY FUCKKK!!!" he said before backing up and heading home. What a set of tits he thought.
Amanda would later chastise herself for how she had handled that situation. She told herself that it had never been her intention to expose herself to Harold but his reaction to her aroused something deep within her. It should have worried her but, for some reason, it didn't. She refused to give it any further thought.
Sitting down George looked at her, "My God Amanda what were you thinking?" he said staring at her near naked upper body her unrestrained breasts moving sensuously from side to side as she moved. She perked up as he stared at her breasts. She moved to him with a broad smile and sat on his lap sideways leaving the blouse wide open.
"Why do you think I did this?" she asked opening her arms wide to accentuate her breasts.
"I missed you...you big dummy!" she added with a mischievous smile.
"How was I supposed to know that you were bringing in spectators?"
George started to laugh which warmed her heart.
"Now where were we?" she said turning to kiss him.
George kissed her back his right hand moving to her breast pulling at a nipple.
"Mmmmm..." she moaned.
She got up off his lap and took his hand leading him up the stairs. George began to panic convinced that his wife's charms would cure his erectile dysfunction -- it didn't.
When she felt him stop at the base of the stairs she turned to him and said urgently, "George we need to go upstairs now!! I need you!! I need you to fuck me George!!" she said in a voice that hinted of desperation fueled by Harold's visual reaction.
George was shocked and bordering on a panic attack. Everything that had happened since the incident with the old man at the dance was spinning out of control. His wife was changing in a way that was both exciting and concerning. He began to ask himself what was going on but his immediate concern was that she was about to learn that he couldn't get an erection.
"George!" she yelled, "George I need you to fuck me!!" she said no longer trying to hide her desperation.
He turned to look at her and caught her looking at his crotch.
"Amanda," he began, "what is happening?" he asked puzzled.
