Note: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.
Chapter 6: Binding the Teis
"To our good friends," Stanley DeVille said, raising his glass high. "Betty and Aaron Tei, thank you so much for joining us tonight. I know it was short notice, but we just had all this food "
He laughed, looking around the table and seeing the smile returned by his wife Rachel and daughter Christina. Betty and Aaron smiled back politely. Their son Ken looked a bit miffed at not having been mentioned in the toast, but quickly forgot it.
The whole situation had been rather awkward. Stanley had invited Betty just before leaving work that night. It wasn't unusual for a Sales Rep. to have a meal with her boss.
Lunchtime was a regular affair for them. Around the office, they were considered good friends as well as a solid team. The marked difference of this event was that the two families were being introduced for the first time.
Aaron was amused by the whole situation, having wanted to meet his wife's boss ever since she was hired. The dinner invite had been sudden, true. That didn't change the fact that Aaron was generally insecure about another man holding such an important position in Betty's life while he remained completely in the dark about Stan DeVille.
Now that he'd met the smirking fool in the flesh, he knew there was nothing to worry about.
Stan's wife and daughter, on the other hand, made the visit more than worth the awkwardness. Rachel was a ravishing brunette with more curves than the train tracks Aaron oversaw at work. On this occasion, she wore a plunging silk dress that showed off her succulent F-Cup breasts.
They rode so high on her chest, you'd think she was wearing some super bra. Maybe they were fake? But the expanse of pristine flesh... those glorious globes being flaunted in front of him were exposed enough to rule out any costume artistry. You could almost make out the rings piercing her nipples through the fabric.
It was especially hard to call Rachel's ample bosom a work of surgery when you took a look at her daughter sitting next to her. Chrissy's DDs weren't quite as massive as Rachel's unbelievable mammaries, but on her tiny teenage frame, the mouth-watering orbs looked enormous.
While Rachel's rich brown hair was draped about her shoulders in large, rolling curls, Chrissy wore her crimson locks in long pigtails that reinforced the jailbait image. As if that wasn't enough, the girl was practically bursting out of her thin tank top and painted-on jeans.
Whenever she leaned forward, the top would ride up and the jeans would come down, exposing the intricate tattoos adorning her small waist and dipping into her crotch and ass cleavage. Of course, the men across from her were too focused on her big tits to tear their eyes away.
She caught them staring numerous times and smiled back, encouraging them to devour her voluptuous form until their eyes ached. If they ever got tired enough to take their eyes away from her, she'd quickly bring them back by sliding a foot along one of their legs.
Only Betty seemed to notice the wrongness of this flirtation with the young temptress, after a while. Aaron's tongue was softened by the wine Stanley kept boring down his throat. He spent less time prodding Stan with idiotic questions and more drooling over the harlots jutting their tits out for his benefit.
His guard was so far down, Betty felt sure the rest of the night would pass without incident. No incidents to spoil things, that is.
"Mmm, Betty?" Stan took a swig of wine from his glass, setting the empty flute down next to the third bottle of the night. "I think we're in need of further libation." Rachel and Chrissy giggled, averting their eyes, then looking back to Aaron and Ken. A glimmer of hunger danced across those eyes...
Stan stood up, offering a hand to Betty. "Help me pick out the next bottle. I was thinking of something darker." The handsome man flashed a smile to her, sending both fright and arousal through her mousey frame.
Stan had been driving her to distraction for nearly a year. His constant flirting. So many promises made. And he'd kept them all. Until now. Would he really give her what she wanted?
Betty pushed away from the table, patting her husband's hand as she followed Stan through the swinging kitchen door. Aaron nodded his head, never removing his eyes from Chrissy's deep cleavage. The teenager smiled at him sweetly, bringing her hands together in front of her, forcing her large breasts to form even more cleavage as she squeezed her arms around them.
Ken shamelessly followed his father's example, only being distracted from the supple young redhead when Rachel ran a nimble foot up his thigh and towards his crotch. The busty brunette snickered at his reaction, then stretched her arms high above her head to thrust out her huge tits. She had his full attention from then on.
"Oh, Chrissy sweetie?" Stan called out from the kitchen.
"Yes, Daddy?" She continued presenting her breasts to the Tei men across from her.
"Why don't you tell the boys about what happened at school the other day?"
Chrissy's eyes lit up with glee. She licked her pouty red lips with her tongue, the three gold barbells piercing it glinting in the low light of the dining room.
Betty Tei nervously crept up to the wine rack. All sorts of tasty dessert liquors lined the wall. Stan was known to be a man of fine tastes, so it only made sense that he'd have everything he wanted at his fingertips. Anything he didn't have would soon be his, of course.
Stan's hands slid around Betty's waist, pulling her buttocks against his throbbing crotch. She felt his shaft growing as he ground against her. It was erotic, but so wrong. She struggled against him, whirling around in his arms. Her frightened dark eyes pled to his unwavering smirk.
Betty was a small woman and not in terribly good shape. Stan, on the other hand, was trim and muscular. Undeniably the most attractive man she'd ever met. Physically and emotionally, she had no hope of breaking his grasp.
"Second thoughts, baby?" He leaned down to kiss her. Betty melted in his arms. She opened her mouth to his probing tongue, welcoming him with all her heart. As his hands massaged her asscheeks, she ground herself against him. Every caress sent her blood racing, reminding her of her need for this man. Reminding her of what she promised him. And what he'd promised her.
"No, Master." She gave his tongue a loving suck as he pulled away from her. "I want your reward. It's been so long. You've told me about the gift so many times, and it's all I can think about. Your other women are so lucky. They don't know how hard it is to live without you. Living without the love... I need it."
Betty slid her moistening pussy against Stan's leg. She knew she was just a middle-aged mother, and not a particularly attractive one at that.
