Diane's body was laid bare, naked except for her loose gray knickers, her shapely breasts and hips begging to be held and caressed. Terrance was sitting in the corner of the room in his comfortable chair and looking on as Stephen stood mere inches away from the wife he had lost through his own stupidity. The former Prime Minister gulped and took a deep breath wearing the clothes that had been lent to him by the very same man that he had blackmailed him, stolen his girl and ruined his life. He had pictured this so many times, but now that the moment he had dreamed of had finally arrived he was unsure of what to do.
It was such a bizarre situation to be in, being offered sex with the woman he still loved in exchange for his signature on the papers that would legally end their marriage. In truth however, their relationship had ended on the night Stephen had gotten drunk and slept with Louise. There had been an unseen ticking clock counting down ever since that moment, the proverbial bombshell dropping immediately after Terrance had finished his nefarious plan of leveraging his knowledge of the affair for a night with Diane. The public outrage, political turmoil and crumbling of Stephen's personal life was now far behind them and it had all led to this moment.
"I want to touch you," Stephen whispered breathlessly, moving forwards a little so that he was only a couple of inches away from Diane, hand outstretching, waiting for her permission to be touched.
"Go ahead," Diane replied calmly, seemingly unphased by what was happening, putting up a wall to protect herself, much like she had learned to do while standing by Stephen's side through the ups and downs of political life.
He reached out his hand, fingers extending forwards until they finally met the soft flesh of Diane's hips. The feeling was almost orgasmic, feeling her warmth, her softness on his skin making him tingle with sheer excitement. He was in no rush and he slowly explored her broad hips and soft waist, reacquainting himself with the only woman he had ever loved. As he looked up at her, she seemed unmoved and cold, so Stephen decided to step things up a little, gliding his hands up her stomach to her torso and eventually to her breasts. He spent a minute just rubbing around them, occasionally brushing against her soft orbs until finally he couldn't take the rising tension any more, taking her into his hands and squeezing softly as a satisfied moan spilled from his lips.
"You always loved my tits didn't you Stephen?" Diane asked in a low, measured voice, reminded of all the fun times they had shared together in the past. The first time Stephen had felt her chest had been in the back of her old Jaguar when they were at University. After a night of food and dancing, they had sat in the car to get out of the rain and things had quickly gotten heated. Stephen had been so respectful as they made out and Diane had to be the one to move things forwards, taking his hand and sliding it under her shirt and to her chest. She could still remember the excitement on his face and the feeling of his throbbing cock digging into her. It had been so flattering to see how much she had turned him on and that night was one she would never forget.
Reminiscing like this caused Diane to smile, which Stephen mistook for a sign of enjoyment as he continued to caress her breasts, finding her nipples and gently rubbing them, trying to get her hard, hoping her body would give away her arousal despite her attempts to deny it. He was virtually salivating by this point, but yet the creature in his trousers was still slumbering. Nothing to be too worried about, that could very quickly change given the right stimulus and as he continued to enjoy fondling Diane's chest, Terrance spoke from the corner of the room.
"You should take your underwear off darling, remind him of what he's going to be losing," he teased wickedly. Stephen shot him a dirty look, before turning his gaze to the floor, frowning sadly, hands falling from her chest as Diane bit her lip, seemingly aroused by the dominance her partner was exerting over her ex. She tilted up Stephen's face by using her finger to raise his chin, staring at him intensely.
"Watch..." she whispered as she hooked her hands into the sides of her panties, pulling them down and shimmying them along her legs and onto the ground, before stepping out of them. Sitting back on the bed, she spread her legs wide, allowing Stephen to drink in her sex in exquisite detail. She had a small patch of nearly shaved pubic hair above her mons, lips spreading open as she lay on the bed, her clit resting between them like the pearl resting inside of an oyster. Without thinking, Stephen dropped to his knees and crawled across the floor towards her. She lifted her legs and pointed her toes towards his face before commanding, "kiss them."
"I... I thought it was up to me," Stephen stammered in response, desperate to taste her sweet pussy for the first time in months. He could still remember her flavor and he ached to have her writhing under his tongue again.
"It is," Diane replied matter of factly, "but I have a feeling you're going to do exactly what I say, aren't you Stephen?"
Diane's words caused a wave of arousal to wash over him, causing his limp cock to twitch in his trousers. He didn't even bother replying, instead gently taking her foot in his hand at the heel, moving his face downwards and planting a soft kiss on her sole. Diane laughed with satisfaction, Terrance had been right, Stephen really had been broken by their previous experience, an unwilling cuck who had now been turned into a weak willed submissive. She was still uncertain, but she might as well have some fun with the position she found herself in. "That's a good boy," she encouraged, "keep going." She laid her head back onto the silk sheets, looking over at Terrance as she groped her breasts for his enjoyment, watching his cock growing in his pants.
Stephen slowly kissed every inch of her feet, worshiping her completely, every toe being pampered by his lips as he gradually made his way towards her ankles. He yearned to move things along, but a new part of his brain had kicked in, the part that told him to obey without question. He hoped that by behaving, by being good, he would ultimately get more pleasure in the end. As he glanced up from his task, he saw that Diane's fingers had slid between her folds, gently probing her most intimate place as her slit started to glisten with arousal. He had expected to see her face smiling down at him, but instead her head was to the side, eyes not moving from Terrance's. A pang of anger stabbed through Stephen's heart, he was still losing and he needed to do something to win her attention back.
Hands at her knees, he quickly pulled Diane further towards the edge of the bed as he planted a kiss on her thighs, smiling as he saw that she was now focused on him. As he continued to trail smooches higher and higher up her legs, he finally reached the outskirts of her sex. He wanted to lick her so badly, but instead of just doing what he wanted, he once again succumbed, looking up at her and waiting for her approval before proceeding.
"Do you want to eat my cunt Stephen?" she asked teasingly, thinly veiled mirth in her voice as she enjoyed watching his eyes pleading with her.
