Tessa sighed heavily as she came through the front door. She hefted three bags of groceries through to the kitchen and dumped them on a side counter. Sagging down into a chair at the kitchen table, she took a moment to rest. Then wished she hadn't. The moment she stopped rushing about, doing any and all things to keep her mind busy, memories from Friday night would come rushing back. Heat flooded her body as she remembered the dirty things Ron had done to her and made her do for him. Her fists clenched in anger against her thighs. Her husband's own father was blackmailing her.
Then he'd had the audacity to laugh and joke with his son and his pals that evening when not half an hour before he had pulled open her ass cheeks, gripping them hard and buried his face in there while that thick long tongue of his licked up and down her pussy.
Tessa's squeezed her thighs together determined to try and ignore the delicious pulsing that took up a persistent rhythm between her legs. A sense of shame overwhelmed her when she thought about how he'd elicited climax after climax out of her. She jumped up in agitation and paced the kitchen floor. How? It was a betrayal of her husband. She hated Ron with a passion. So why had he been able to make her feel so...wanton? So hot and needy for his cock? Okay, yes, his cock was bigger than Jonny's. A lot bigger. So what? Size didn't matter. It was the quality of the sex that was important.
They'd seen hide nor hair of Ron over the weekend, something Tessa felt immense relief about, but if he dared show his face again she would tell him in no uncertain terms that she refused to be blackmailed any further. Why should she suffer because of stupid decisions she'd made when she was younger? Bluebelle the stripper no longer existed. She was married to Jonny now. She loved him dearly and didn't want to lose him. He made her feel safe and protected. No, no way was Ron getting away with this behavior anymore. She'd tell him next time he came round.
Tessa sighed again and started to put the groceries away. A loud bang from upstairs had her almost jumping out of her skin. Who was in the house? Jonny should be at work already. She crept out of the kitchen, slowly making her way down the hallway to the stairs. More clanging and muttering. Why hadn't Jonny gone to work? Tessa started up the stairs, then stopped short as the bathroom door was yanked open, and Ron appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Good morning, Bluebell," Ron grinned, wiping his hands on a dirty rag.
"W-what are you doing here? Get out!" Tessa began to tremble, heart pounding hard.
"I told Jonny I'd come over to fix that leaky faucet. He's at work, now," Ron said, eyes narrowing as he took in her silky cream blouse with its low neckline showing a hint of cleavage, and her blue pleated skirt that ended mid-thigh. The nude stiletto heels completed a very sexy picture. "You like to show off those 34EEs don't you, Bluebelle?"
Tessa eyed him nervously. She recognized the look in his eye. "Have you finished the job or not?"
"Which job?" He casually descended the stairs until he stood on the step above hers. "The leaky faucet or keeping you at my mercy?"
His gaze crawled into her cleavage and Tessa burned with anger.
"Why don't you leave me alone?" she cried.
Ron loomed over her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "What? And give up the opportunity to suckle on your sweet titties whenever I want?" Ron squeezed one of her breasts.
Tessa slapped his hand away. "Don't talk to me like that." She tried to turn away, but Ron gripped her arms.
"Or give up the chance to lick and slurp up and down your wet slit? Hmm? Flick that naughty little nub? Stick my tongue inside your cunt hole and taste those hot juices? Whenever I want to, Bluebelle? Not on your life. You're my own private dancer now. I love knowing I can come over here, and while you're casually watching TV and Jonny is busy in his den, I can slip my hands down your top and play with those melons as I please and you have to let me."
"You get off on the power and control, don't you?" Tessa accused, wrenching away. "Don't do this, Ron. Please." Tears filled her eyes. "I just want to live a happy life with my husband. Don't you want Jonny to be happy?"
"He is happy. He's in ignorant bliss. Now, strip naked. Or Jonny finds out who you really are."
"Ron - "
"Now. I need to get cleaned up and I want some company in the shower."
Tessa gripped the chrome bath rail attached to the bathroom wall with both hands. She bent forward, ass jutting out, legs spread as a cascade of hot water streamed down from the shower head right between the crack of her ass.
Her ass was open -- because Ron's face was buried in there, a hand on either side of her butt cheeks holding her open while he rimmed and licked her asshole, his head moving rapidly up and down to torture her pussy before sliding back up to push his tongue past that dark rim.
Tessa tried hard not to moan, but she couldn't help it. Jonny had never done anything like this to her in the shower, knelt down in the steaming water to suck hungrily on her pussy and asshole. Ron did it so well, like he was starving and she was an amazing feast he couldn't gobble down fast enough. He was nasty and dirty, and she loathed him -- but god help her, Ron knew how to turn her on. She hated that more than anything. The knowing look in his eyes, that smirk that said, you love it.
Tessa jerked as he pressed his face harder into her ass. He let go of a cheek and slipped two fingers into her pussy, continuing to push his tongue into her asshole.
"Nnngh!" Tessa panted hard, trying to force back the build up of fire threatening to erupt. Any second now, she was going to cum, to explode. She moved back and forth with the rhythm of Ron's fingers and then suddenly he stopped.
"You -- you bastard! I was right on the - ."
"The what?"
She could hear the grin in his voice. "Go to hell!" Tessa straightened up.
"Keep a hold of that rail, darling. I haven't finished with you."
Tessa gripped the rail again and leaned over. She felt Ron's hands exploring her wet body, smoothing over and squeezing her ass, sliding up over her hips and sides and coming round to heft the weight of her tits in his hands, pulling at her nipples. Then his hands left her and she felt something large and hard circling her pussy hole.
God, yes! Tessa moaned, then shook her head hard. No! No! This wasn't right. She did not want Ron's cock inside her. She seemed unaware that she was pushing back against him, inviting him in.
Ron plunged his cock inside her without warning and Tessa screamed out. He stood behind her, his feet splayed outside hers on the non-slip shower floor and took up a hard, driving rhythm. The slap of his hips against her ass was loud above the roar of the show. His balls danced a rhythm of their own as they swung against her pussy.
Ron ran his hand up her body to grip her shoulders, banging hard and groaning. Tessa moved with him as best she could. He was that close to her she didn't have much space to manoeuver. She had to just take it how he was giving it to her and it felt awesome.
Tears pricked Tessa's eyes. I'm sorry, Jonny. I'm so sorry.
Ron slowed down, drawing out his cock and then slamming it back in, grunting each time.
"You like that, my little slut? Hmm? Ugh! Take it! Ugghhh!"
