The Warden's Wife Redux

Chapter 12

The second half of the day was busier than Jane had anticipated. Her approval was required on several projects, yet she still made time to work on her part of the presentation. With certified results, there was no way they wouldn't get the funding they needed. If they failed, there were others interested in their success. As a result, she didn’t have time to see Greg until he came knocking on her door. When she opened the door, she was putting the finishing touches on her outfit, pinning her favorite broach to the scarf hanging over her left shoulder. Greg whistled. She looked amazing and he told her as much. Sometime between all the craziness of the day she’d managed to pull together another outfit, completely different from the previous, and she was dressed for a night on the town. The food was great; Greg had connections and made reservations at one of the swankiest restaurants in town with a marvelous view of the Las Vegas strip. The conversation was good and got better once Jane steered him away from shop talk.

They finished a bottle of wine but stopped there and had coffee as a chaser. Neither of them wanted a repeat performance of the previous night. Greg proved to be a good conversationalist and could discuss many other things besides his project and science. The evening went quickly and soon they were ready to leave; the question remained as to whose home would they spend the rest of the evening. Since he had driven it made more sense to go to Jane’s. Fortunately, Jane was tidy and as she let them in and closed the door, Greg pulled her in for a kiss. It was a passionate one that had the two warmed up for action again.

Leading him to the primary bedroom of the modest middle-class home, Greg complimented her on her decorations. As they entered the bedroom Jane pulled him closer, and finding his lips with her mouth began to kiss. In the dimly lit room, she continued the kiss as she masterfully unbuttoned her blouse revealing the teal-colored underwire lace bra. For his part, Greg used the time to loosen his belt and unbutton his slacks. Despite having gone through this drill before, they continued as excited as the first time, despite not being as frenzied. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and they were soon both naked and kissing again. Delighting in Jane’s naked breasts pressed into his hairy chest, Greg reached up to squeeze them causing Jane to moan. She found his cock, she pulled her hand back and forth along it as he too moaned into the nap of her neck. They were both ready and Jane backed onto the bed as Greg followed. She spread her legs letting go of his cock. Greg was of two minds; he could plunge right into her but decided to pay more attention to her needs. There was plenty of time to fuck. He touched her legs and she spread them wider. His other hand found her juicy pussy and he lowered his mouth and licked around her inner lips. Then darting his tongue into her center, she moaned louder. His strategy was working, and she spread her pussy wider giving him better access to lap her sweet nectar. When her clit emerged from its hood, he was ready and ever so slightly flicked it with his tongue, once and then twice. Jane was on the edge and if he continued this assault, she’d be screaming his name as she came. Greg had never been a big fan of pussy munching; however, he hadn’t yet found a pussy as sweet as Jane’s. Previous women smelled of urine and had untamed bushes, he loved that Jane had cut her pubic hairs short. He knew many women, who didn’t like the grooming ritual, but Jane smelled sweet, and her taste was intoxicating. He could spend all day here, he thought. His daydream ended when Jane's squeals echoed through the room and she came like she hadn’t in years, soaking his face as Greg tried to keep up. Shaking her head from side to side, her climax continued. When it began to be too much, she had to pull Greg up. She was panting and trembling as the aftershocks continued. Greg watched in fascination as his lover rode out the end of her pleasure as if she was now on autopilot. Recognizing he was watching, Jane giggled and shyly stated, “I think you did a good job,” and pulled him to her face and they kissed.

She’d forgotten that he was wet from her juices, and she tasted herself and to her surprise she liked it. “See you do like pussy juice,” whispered a voice in her head. Jane assumed it was her unconscious mind egging her on, and her arousal increased. “There’s more. Lick his face and search his mouth,” the voice continued. Jane was almost in a frenzy as she followed the advice. He’d never seen a woman so turned on and took the opportunity to insert his cock in her slippery cunt. Jane squealed as he opened her up. Greg took that as a signal to continue and soon he was joyously sliding in and out as Jane panted and moaned. “Switch positions; get on your hands and knees so he can go deeper.” Following her instructions Jane told Greg her intentions and he pulled out as she repositioned herself. He pushed back in, and Jane thought she’d come again, and Greg continued to fuck her grabbing her by the hips and fucking her as hard as he could. She was screaming now as she came again, Greg was close. Jane was so wet that he wasn’t getting as much friction and was slowly building. “My ass…put it in my ass.” Jane didn’t know where that came from. She’d never had anything in her ass, let alone a cock, but repeated the command and Greg complied. It was tight. The tightness that Greg needed, and he worked his cock slowly aware that he had to proceed more cautiously. The feeling was so different and with her face in the bed, she found her clit and began to play with it as Greg continued. Soon it was feeling wonderful. Greg was sweating; another few strokes were all that remained. She was amazed at how good it felt as she wantonly played in her pussy while her ass was being pounded. She’d never have imagined it could feel so good. She was about to cum again from her anal stimulation alone. She was now fisting herself and screeched as Greg roared. “You are such a slut, an ass slut. Surprised?"

"I am not an ass slut.” Jane answered. At that moment she realized the voice she'd heard wasn’t hers but someone else. “Jenny??” She came again, by her hand, pulling her clit. “How was this possible? Jenny is that you,” she panted as she removed her hand and Greg pulled out of her wrecked ass. “Don’t worry about me; go suck his cock clean like a good slut.” She was confused but followed the instructions. Greg had fallen on his back, his cock lying on his stomach. With a wild look in her eye, Jane kissed him passionately and then turned her attention to his deflated cock. She didn’t hesitate, licking it free of all their remanences, and soon had it pointing to the ceiling again. “Mount up slut. Ride that cock.”

Feeling as though she no longer had control of her body, she squatted over him and guided his cock back into her pussy. She slid back and forth for a while and then began bouncing up and down. Greg grunted and smiled as his eyes followed her recoiling tits. He reached up, cupping them with his hands as he felt her hard nipples poking his palms. The combination of watching her large breasts bouncing as Jane rode him was too much, he quickly came again as Jane announced that she too was coming. Falling forward exhausted, Jane’s large tits mashed into his chest.

As he processed the last several minutes, Greg couldn’t believe the tiger Jane was in bed. He held her as his limp cock slipped from her pussy. She kissed him, unable to do more, then rolled over exhausted and fell asleep, snoring lightly. Greg too, was exhausted and squeezed her close as sleep took him.

Jane woke with the feeling of a mouth sucking on her nipples and something hard moving in her pussy. She thought perhaps Greg was inside her again, opening her eyes she saw the top of the blonde head nursing on her tit. It shook her. “Oh, there you are slut. That was some fuckfest. I’m so happy you took my advice. Greggie won't soon forget that performance. You’ve set the bar pretty high. We'll need to work on a new trick if you expect to keep him interested.”

Initially shocked, she quickly began feeling another orgasm building as a hard cock slid back and forth in her well fucked pussy. “Jenny…how are you doing this? How…” she moaned more than said, her arousal growing stronger as she felt her nipples being pulled, “…how are you able to do this? You…you aren’t … really…oh…. here.”

“I know, huh?” She pushed harder and she felt the cock inside her go deeper. “Oh, is my cock bothering you?”

“Your…your cock….ohh…ohh…my,” she stuttered as the feeling grew stronger.

“I’m not there silly. I’m just in your head fucking you with my favorite dildo. You like?”

Jane was unable to process any more, moaning loudly as she came. “How…how…this isn’t possible. You can’t …be …doing this.” She groaned loudly while coming again.

“Did you know you were multiorgasmic?” Jenny pulled out and put her mouth on Jane’s protruding clit, nibbling, and sucking as Jane began to scream, unable to keep silent any longer.

“I came all this way to talk and all you can do is cum and squeal, well if you’ve nothing more to say I’m gonna go now. Be seeing ya!”

“No…nnnnooo, wait…” Jane panted as the roller coaster she was on took another drop. Hands between her legs holding her pussy she rocked back and forth. Suddenly she woke sitting upright in her bed. Next to her tenting the covers lay Dr. Greg Thomas. “It was just a dream,” she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She peeked under the covers and saw his erect cock held down by the weight of the covers and smiled. Looking at the clock it was still very early in the morning. She decided to get up to set the coffee maker for two cups and timed it to go off a little earlier than usual. Normally, she would have put on her robe, it was always handy. She was still naked and usually very modest when it came to being nude. But for some reason, it didn’t bother her. She pranced out of the bedroom and into the kitchen without a second thought enjoying the feeling of her jiggling body parts. Checking the frig she decided that she had enough for a light breakfast if they were so inclined. She glided through the kitchen and the hall enjoying the feeling of being naked and free. She stepped into the bathroom to turn on the light and was startled to see another woman’s reflection staring back at her. She covered her mouth suppressing a scream.

Like her, the woman was completely naked, but unlike her, she had much larger breasts and a tattoo of a dragon that seemed to curl around her body. As if enjoying the appraisal, she turned, giving Jane a full view including her tight ass and pussy piercings. “Well, what do you think, pretty hot, huh slut?” She was wide awake and was hearing these words in her mind. “Perhaps before it’s all over you’ll get a few tats and piercings, too.”

Lowering her hands from her mouth, Jane began to question what she was seeing, and then the image reminded her that she was in her head, and she didn’t need to speak aloud. “What…what do you want?” Jane asked fearing the answer.

“That’s simple; I thought you and your big brain may have figured that out already. I want you. We’re gonna be the best of friends, you, and me. You could call us lovers. We like the same things, pussy, sex, a little cock now and then, and more pussy. I can’t wait to meet your friends; you do have friends, don’t you?”

Jane spoke, still not believing what she was seeing or hearing. “Well, not really. Not here. I’ve been too busy with work to make any real friends.”

Jenny frowned and then a big smile crossed her lips, “That’s okay slut. We can make new friends, I’m a wiz at making friends, you’ll see.” The image in the mirror faded and the voice in her head gave her one last scare. “Oh, don’t tell Greggie about this. You can try, but you won’t succeed,” and then she was gone.

Trying to forget about Jenny and what she was doing to her, Jane returned to bed and slept until her alarm sounded. She heard the shower going and figured she’d surprise Greg with a visit and perhaps a little more play before getting dressed for work. “No,” she decided. She needed to let Greg know what was going on. The presentation is tomorrow. If things are off, he needs to know about it. Putting on her robe, she paced, and waited for Greg to come out.

“Hey sweetie,” he said and pulled her into a kiss. She returned the kiss but pulled away, she had gone over it in her head and knew exactly what she’d say. “There’s something wrong with the test subject, Inmate 8913069, Liz.” She’d begin. “But he’s not going to believe that I’m going to need something more, some sort of undisputable proof,” She argued. She didn’t have any proof. “Greg, I need to tell you something… it’s about,” she found herself on her knees, “it’s about your cock. I need to give you a blow job before we go.” She couldn’t control herself, her body, or her words. She soon had his clean cock out and began sucking it as if her life depended on it and making the kinds of noises that led one to believe she loved what she was doing. Greg groaned, his eyes rolled back into his head, and roared as he came down her throat.

“Damn, Jane. I could get used to this.” He pulled the towel from around his neck and wiped her mouth then dried his deflating cock. “We better get going or we’ll be late.” He helped Jane up from the floor. She’d been humiliated and manipulated. Jenny was right, she wasn’t able to tell him, and instead she begged to suck his cock. Not that she wouldn’t have done that anyway. If this is the consequence of attempting to share the truth with anyone, she will have to be careful or she'll be humiliated.

What made matters worse was now she was aroused and there was no time for her to get some cock. She shrugged, she still needed to shower, and perhaps if she worked quickly, she could make time for a quick orgasm.

As she showered, she could hear Jenny laughing at her and calling her a slut, which helped her to get herself off. She thought that strange, being submissive would lead to sexual delight, for her. As she was dressing, Greg called out that he’d made a light breakfast, and they’d need to leave soon, so as not to be late. On the ride to work they talked and held hands. He dropped her at her car and then went to his parking spot; she walked over in case anyone was watching so they could pretend to have only just met.

Their funding meeting was tomorrow, but today’s practice was scheduled for two hours. In her office, Jane paced. To say nothing would be deceitful, but whatever the flaw was they needed to address it before they had any more inmates and lost control.