Nancy is finally mastered
Nancy planned on showing Reggie the error of his ways at her husband's party. Among partying adults as well as his parents, Reggie, just an eighteen-year-old, was supposed to be firmly put in his place. Instead, Nancy was put in her place, and that place was on the end of his cock.
Telling him the blackmail and its consequences were not worth this immoral behaviour was a risk, but the sex had to stop one way or the other. She had been lucky so far, but they were sure to be caught sooner or later, and that couldn't happen. Telling him it had to end meant trusting his good character, or rather a hope that he was getting bored with her.
Reggie considered the party had been a total success. In front of everyone he'd played with his sex-toy. He'd ordered her not to wear panties, teased her in front of everyone, then fucked her in the kitchen. Yet again she'd reluctantly submitted to being his sexual plaything.
No one knew what he had been up to as they had been discreet. She knew what he'd done to her. He'd sexed her up in front of everyone, and that had the desired effect. It was one more defeat to her resistance, which was gradually being chipped away, and he would continue to work upon her until she completely caved in.
The complaints and resistance was clear, though at the party she hesitantly acknowledged being his sex-toy! Of course it wasn't meant, as she had been softened up with alcohol, and was in a vulnerable state after sex. It was a start.
When he blackmailed her into pandering to his whims, this hadn't been anticipated, by either of them. Agreeing to play along with his demands was necessary, to prevent him publishing the damning videos on the internet. If she had realised how demeaning his demands would become, she would have refused outright, and called his bluff right at the beginning.
He gradually became more assertive and demanding as each day passed, until she felt unable to fight him. When it was realised she was giving in to him far too much, it was too late to back out, as he had far too much blackmail material to use against her. Instead of being in control and minimising the damage, she was getting deeper into trouble.
***
During the week after the party, he called around to just kiss and cuddle her. As agreed sometime ago, she had to enthusiastically join in, and couldn't get away with being passive. Though heavy petting in her home with Reggie, was now a well worn habit so she just got on with it.
Thinking he was getting bored with her, Nancy was pleased he was satisfied with just heavy petting session. When they took a break for air, it occurred to her that he was taking it for granted, that she would just give into him. In the kitchen of her home, she was letting a boy deeply kiss her, and she was pleased about it!
It would be outrageous for one of her son's friends to walk in, wrap his arms around her, and start kissing her.
What would she say, 'You must get yourself a girlfriend, Jimmy. You can't keep using me as a substitute. Last time you didn't use a condom, and that was so very wrong. I'm a married woman, and I just can't get pregnant with a teenager. So please, stop using me like this!'
He'd learnt how to please her, and was doing a good job of it. His hand was up her skirt, fiddling wonderfully with her squidgy bits down there. He'd stoked her up to being very wet and ready.
'Reggie, you mustn't, please!' she breathed around his tongue.
They broke off before her husband walked into the kitchen, and Reggie hid in the utility room.
Wanting to put Reggie off, she said, 'Hank, I need a hug.'
Reggie was sure to hear her, then see them kissing and cuddling like a normal married couple. Surely he would leave her alone and maybe, she could get back to being a normal housewife again.
If her husband found out she wasn't wearing panties, she couldn't tell him it was an order from one of their son's friends. A little nervous giggle escaped her lips, and she put a hand up to her mouth. Being aroused by a young boy and using it to flirt with her husband, wasn't ideal but her motives were right. That is, if she could still tell what was right and wrong.
She flashed her eyes at him, and he popped the can which foamed up. She looked at the can with a suggestive, exaggerated longing. He took in the short skirt, tight blouse with her nipples protruding, pointing at him accusingly. He knew he'd neglected her recently, maybe longer, but he was working hard, and concentrated on work. Right now he needed to relax.
'Do you want a beer? I need to get to the den, the results and highlights of the games are on.' he told her and scurried off.
'Damn you!' she exhaled.
She'd been breathing heavily, wanting him to respond to her needs. The oaf hadn't noticed her at all. He just saw a housewife, there to tend the house, him, and their son, like a maid.
She was peeved he hadn't noticed her, and was more interested in the sport results. On the other hand, Reggie had left her feeling excited and wanting more.
Very nearly being caught, left Reggie feeling he should leave her to it. They had been playing around too much, and he had been pushing it to close when others were around. It wasn't fair on her, and he did care about her, despite what she thought.
Reggie grabbed her, kissed her, and said, 'I'd better go. I did promise not to endanger you, and that was a close one.'
'Oh! Yes, I guess so,' she said, wondering what that was all about.
Watching him go from the kitchen window, she stamped her foot.
'Damn! The boy doesn't think about what I need! As long as his penis and ego are satisfied, he's off. All he wants is to dump his load in me, one end or the other. If I have an orgasm it's just coincidental. Bastards, all of them!' she ranted, under her breath.
***
Reggie called again, and she was still fuming over how he left her sexed up, needing an orgasm. It was humiliating to be left on the edge by a schoolboy, who sauntered away without a care in the world. Busy cleaning the lounge, her daughter lifted her feet for her to vacuum the carpet.
Seeing Reggie, they both smiled and said, hello. Both had a tension in their voices, though Nancy's was anger, whereas Wendy's voice sounded pleased to see him, then turned to embarrassment. Nancy's anger faded and she asked if he wanted a drink.
'I'll get it, mom, I mean, like, okay,' Wendy eagerly said and jumped up.
Nancy switched on the vacuum and looked daggers at Reggie, who shrugged in return. He came back with the drink, to talk to Nancy, but Wendy got in the way. She didn't know what they were talking about but joined in anyway.
'I was wondering if the cabin would be available in a couple of weeks time,' Reggie asked.
'I'll look at the calendar, it's in the den,' Wendy said, and ran off.
'Do not encourage her!' Nancy said.
'I don't know what you mean. She's over eighteen, and you did tell me to get someone my own age.' he teased.
