This is a work of complete fiction aided by an imagination you all wish you could have. Hahaha! All characters are fictional. Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. All incidents described within are fictional.
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She gave into the threat again. Again.
Holly had never stopped to count the number of times she'd been forced to fuck some guy while John watched, but it must have been about eight guys. Probably more. There had likely been a handful of guys which she'd been successful in removing from her memory.
Their affair had started about ten years prior. She was married; John was single. They met at work, started flirting, then fucking, then proclamations of love. When John suggested a threesome - "Nothing gay, just me and another guy doing you" - she was hesitant. Very hesitant. But eventually he wore her down.
John had grand ideas about how it would go. Just like a porn scene. Wrong. Holly wasn't a hungry slut like in those videos. And the guy shot his load too quick and then couldn't get it back up.
Consequently, he had to talk her (beg her?) into doing another one. But she refused. More begging did nothing. Holly still refused. More begging. More refusal. More pressure. Still more refusal.
He gave it a rest but his mind never let it go. He thought about it constantly. John loved the idea of watching Holly get fucked by someone she didn't know. She very much had the girl-next-door thing going on. Very attractive, very innocent way about her.
When they first started having sex, Holly had little idea how to give a blowjob. John had to coach her to her current level of awesome oral proficiency. She didn't love sucking cock, not by any means. But John asked for it enough and so Holly gave in. She pretty much had no choice but to be good at it.
She was what John called a "head sucker." Eventually, she became great at deepthroating.
Holly had no idea how to incorporate the use of her hands. It didn't take her long to learn to jerk John's cock while she worked it with her mouth.
Swallowing his cum, that took a little more work but eventually, she got that down, too (pun intended). John will always remember her first mouthful came in a little storage room atop the steps above the payroll department at work. Soon after, he was able to progress to cumming on her pretty face. Again, not her idea; another something she gave into.
It wasn't until Holly started wearing a thong and John seeing how good she looked that he had to have her in the ass. That took a lot of convincing, but, like everything else between them, she finally gave in. Before long, there were occasions when Holly got off taking it in the ass. Few things turned on John more than hearing her say, "Oh! Stick in my ass! I'm going to cum! Stick it in my ass!"
Ultimately, their relationship became one of John gently nudging her into things. Getting his way. It became all about simply wanting to fuck her brains out whenever possible.
Talking Holly into another threesome, however, was a tough go. John was getting nowhere with it. She reminded him of the video he shot during the threesome (again, he talked her into allowing video) and that he could watch it any time he wanted. Constant pressure from him failed. There was to be no second threesome.
Then came a shock John never expected: He busted her cheating on him. The innocent girl next door found a second guy, another co-worker, to cheat on her husband with.
It took John about a half day to realize two things.
First, his innocent girl next door was a slut. And he was turned on by it. He could make this work. Just you wait and see.
More importantly, despite being turned on by the "new" Holly, he was still angry at the betrayal. John wanted revenge. How
dare
she do this to him? He wanted to take his singular desire to fuck her brains out and get a large measure of revenge at the same time.
His method: "How about I show your husband some of that video of you fucking another guy? Think he'd find that interesting?"
Holly froze at the thought of it. She went into cornered animal mode. She tried to fight back. But he was able to counter everything she threw at him.
It took about a week of going back and forth but Holly knew she was beat. "Go ahead and tell him, I don't care!" gave way to a fear of divorce, her kids knowing what she did, embarrassment. The clincher was John's threat to tell her new lover's wife all about what was going on
John laid it out pretty concisely: "You and another guy. Whatever I say."
And so it began. With the first guy, John had her wear a blindfold. "Just for something different."
John laid out ground rules that would become familiar: "Don't be a lame fuck. Show me that you're into it. If you act like a bitch, then we'll both fuck your brains out and I'll still blow you up to your husband. You want that?"
With that as her motivation, Holly absolutely destroyed that first guy with her mouth. John couldn't believe it. Wearing the blindfold, Holly had no idea what the guy looked like, only that he had a cock slightly bigger than John's and he was vocal.
She put on a cocksucking clinic that amazed John. Holly used perfect combinations of jerking with her hand while she devoured the length of his hard cock, tonguing his balls and ultimately deepthroating him as he shot his load right into her throat. The guy talked to her the entire five minutes he lasted, telling her what to do, encouraging her, guiding her, applauding her, and ending with the announcement that he was about to shoot his load.
"There you go! Keep your mouth on it! Yeah! Take it! I'm gonna cum! Take it! Yeahhhhhhhhh!"
Holly worked the guy over so thoroughly that he couldn't get it up again. So John climbed up on her chest and fucked her mouth while the second guy, limp dick and all, tongued her pussy. John gave her another mouthful for her efforts.
She tried her best to forget the details of the men John had her fuck over the next two years. There was the guy who used the fingertips of his middle fingers to rub his own nipples. Despite Holly's pleas about having to go back to work afterward, he came on Holly's face for the big finish.
