I'd been coming to this bar for months. It's quiet - I hate noisy clubs - and the drinks are really good. I don't score as often as I do at a few other places, but sometimes the score is the icing, and the atmosphere and people watching are the cake. But I had this feeling this night might not be that way.
Then this guy walks in with a gorgeous wife. I noticed her mouth first - a small mouth but with plump little lips that were made to get wrapped around the conqueror in my pants. I bet he'd even want to watch, and ask permission to as well. She had sweet little doe eyes that screamed 'teach me - whatever you want, I'll learn.' And her skin - wow. Makeup commercials needed to find better models to compete with her. Best of all, that skin was on display well down into her cleavage.
I'm going to fuck her, and if he's lucky he'll get to watch.
I waved as if I knew them, and they came over. I think he was afraid of offending someone he didn't quite remember.
"Have a seat, gorgeous!" I said, staring pointedly into her eyes. Suddenly she looked apprehensive, but her husband ushered her onto the bar stool next to me. He sat down on the next stool beyond. Perfect.
"You are the most delectable little thing I've seen in here all year. Looking to have a great evening?" I put a hand on her knee. The shock washed over her face, and she tried to pull away, but her husband leaned over to introduce himself, holding her in place. I was going to have to tip this guy, he was playing his part so well. Gotta appreciate a good cuck. Mostly by fucking his wife so well she'll sleep for a week. And then come crawling back.
I ordered us a round of drinks. I wasn't finished with mine, but I knocked it back to be ready for the next one. I ran my finger around the lip of the drained glass, and ran it over her lips.
"Those, my sexy little minx, are some delicious lips. And your lipstick is perfect. It will almost be a shame to ruin that." She froze as I ran my fingers over her lips. What she didn't know was that she was basically mine already. My finger was drugged. It's complicated, an invisible multilayer arrangement of my own design, but it protects my skin and lets me expose the drug when I am ready. It works if I just touch the back of a woman's neck, or her arm, really anywhere. But the lips, well, the lips are one of those places with plenty of circulation. I hoped we'd have enough time to finish the drinks, mostly so Mr. Cuckhubby would get a bit more relaxed. He was in for a long night if he liked to watch. And if I let him watch. His involvement was a bit of the spice, but she was the meal.
I was seeing the effects as the drinks arrived. I put my hand back on her knee and she tried to pull away again, but she also ran her hand up her neck. She was in control emotionally, but her body was primed. Perfect.
I distributed the drinks, leaned in, and whispered in her ear "you're agreeing to serve me if you drink that." She looked horrified, and her hand paused. "Go on -- you need what my hands and tongue and cock (I put special, clear emphasis on the 'k') are going to give you. Picture it -- your body completely surrendered, owned by the best man you'll ever have -- the best man who'll ever have you." I saw the struggle in her eyes -- fuck, that's delicious, watching her moistening cunt override the inhibitions still so sharp in her brain -- and watched the glass move slowly to her lips. In the background, I saw hubby watching intently. He knew something important was going on. Hell, a strange man just bought his wife a drink and was whispering to her as she drank it. But he had no idea about the details. I wondered what kinds of discussions they'd be having 24 hours from now. Probably about her wanting to keep my number. The drug only lasts an hour or two, but the cravings aren't because of the drug, it's what the drug gets her to experience.
She took a sip. Done deal. Her cunt had won.
"Grab my dick."
"Fuck you." Her eyes flashed. She didn't get up, or even lean back toward her husband though. Without the drug, I'd probably be wearing her drink right now. Stage one had begun -- the angry resistance. She was going to be a live wire. She was a woman who took her vows seriously, the silly little tart. The wives like her were always the best. The natural cheaters barely needed the drug, and there was no struggle. Sure, the ones who swan dive into bed while shaving their twats in mid air are a hell of a lot of fun. But sometimes you want to see her lust override her good marital intentions. She was going to put up a fight.
"You will. Now grab my dick." I took her tiny wrist in my hand and pulled it to my crotch. She resisted. She was a bit stronger than she looked, but my addiction to weightlifting meant she didn't have a chance. So her hand made contact with my crotch.
"There's no fucking way I will, slimeball -- I'm married, and my husband is right here!" There was genuine conviction in her voice, real determination and anger. But her hand was already free, and already massaging.
"Yes, he's right here. It's wonderful -- he sees you caressing my manhood, do you know that? Wow, that's a rather enthusiastic smile he's got, too. Almost as enthusiastic as your hand. Is the rest of your body so eager?"
"Eager to kick you in the balls."
"Oh, is it? Is that what your body wants?" I reached out and stroked the tip of her breast, bold as brass. Both of her nipples stiffened immediately. She caught her breath.
"Keep your hands off me you bastard."
"Oh, but look at those little nipples. It doesn't look like they want me to keep my hands off." I moved my hand a few inches and adjusted her neckline, giving myself a good look at her bra.
"Very nice. A lacy little number for date night. I appreciate that, even if you misjudged who your date was going to be."
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she snarled at me.
"Reading the menu, I suppose. Where are the entrees?" I reached down and moved her crossed legs, opening them slightly.
"Stop that!" she said, but her legs responded obediently. Her hemline stopped an inch or two above the knee when she'd been standing, so it was easy for me to reach up.
"Mmm, lace here too. How elegant. Can't wait to see it. And taste it." I brushed my fingers a little higher. She gasped, and one hand clutched at the bar.
"Sto -- stop that."
"Now why would I stop? That would be so unkind. Your body clearly needs what I'm going to give it. Repeatedly." I decided to run a little test, more about him than her. I withdrew my hand. As expected, her mind got a slight advantage and she closed her legs again.
"Now that's not nice. So impolite. Hey" I looked hubby straight in the eyes "tell your wife to be a good girl and spread her legs again. He was breathing so heavy you'd think he'd just run a marathon.
"Spread your legs dear. He wants to see your panties."
"To begin with. He also wants to remove them and dive in. He wants her pussy." I stated it clearly, flatly, as a matter of simple fact. "Tell her."
"He wants your pussy. Spread your legs."
Her knees twitched, but her mind was winning the war with her hormones at the moment. I drank in that struggle like the fine, rare liquor it was. Anyone could buy liquor. Only I had this ability to create this tension, and toy with it as I conquered this beautiful little confection.
"We need some privacy. Let's go next door. You're going to get us a room. A suite, if they have one available. I may not want you to watch everything she's going to do for me."
She snorted disdainfully, but she got up when he and I did. He shot the rest of his drink, and I helped her put her wrap back on, running the back of my knuckles gently across her neck. She shivered.
I put my arm around her as we walked out. He held the door for us. This was so perfect. He held the door again at the hotel, then scampered around to beat us to the desk. They had a suite. Bit expensive, but it wasn't my money. Or my wife. His wife was alternating between shooting daggers at me with her eyes, and looking nervously around the lobby. It was pretty obvious what was going on here.
When we were in the elevator I reached under her top and got my first real feel of her breasts. They were firm, a little smaller than I preferred, but smooth and inviting. Very nice. I hadn't gotten a good look at her ass yet, so I turned her around and raised her hem. A perfect little heart shaped ass, with a little birthmark on the right cheek. Adorable. Irresistible. A lacy teal thong disappeared down between those cheeks, and I traced it with my finger, running it down and around until I felt a very, very wet patch of lace. She was trembling. But her mind was still fighting, still battling her body's need to be mounted and claimed.
"Stop that you bastard" she quietly said through gritted teeth. I ignored her completely, knowing that would drive her mind crazy. She was fighting for some sort of control, some influence. There was a struggle between her mind and her body's needs, but there was no struggle between her mind and mine. She knew it, and that clawed at her.
"Wow, she's wet. I can almost smell her need. Does she get like that for you?" I asked, while reaching my fingers out so he could smell his wife's weeping sex.
"No, it's been a -- no."
I arced one eyebrow at him.
"No sir."
"Hmm, what a shame. You might lose her tonight, do you realize that?"
"Yes sir."
"You still want me to violate her, don't you?"
"Very much, yes sir."
I chuckled, and went back to stroking her thong. We got to the room, and cucky opened the door. I ushered his wife into the chamber of her subjugation. It was a very nice room, with a separate bedroom and a living room sort of space. We went into the living room.
"Undress her."
I knew the lack of physical contact would give her brain a bit of a temporary advantage. He started to disrobe his wife for my pleasure, and she began to struggle. She stared at her husband as he willingly cooperated with her violation.
"Please stop. Don't, you're exposing me."
"You want this baby. We both want this. Just be good."
"GOOD? What the fuc -- oooooh" I had started playing with her exposed nipples. I backed away.
"See baby. I know it's new, I know it might even be a bit scary, but it's also incredibly exciting, isn't it?" He stroked her nipple, but she pulled back.
A few seconds later she stood there in her heels, thong, and bra. Her breasts were spilling out of the top of her bra.
