The strange silence between us all lasted a few seconds. I could see Jeff looking at Don's hand that gripped mine. Just watching his reaction gave me an unexpected thrill. I don't know why it just did!
I had thought up a thousand things to say, but for some reason I was completely tongue tied. Jeff looked so pitiful; his face had a strange mix of emotions etched over it. He looked down to Don's hand again.
"So you don't mind me dating your wife then?"
My eyes shot to Don. His words sounded so confident and arrogant, that my pulse started racing.
"No," Jeff blurted out finally.
Don moved his arm up over my shoulder. He squeezed me close to him.
Jeff still looked a little stunned. But I was sure this was turning him on.
"Good because I've wanted her for awhile now, I knew I'd end up with her, she deservers much better than you."
God he was so bloody arrogant, and he seemed to know all the right words to say.
He manoeuvred himself behind me. I felt his lips on my neck. I gasped a little, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Jeff. He just lay there very quiet watching Don and me.
"She is beautiful isn't she?" Don purred, as he kissed my neck softly.
"Yes!" Jeff gasped.
"You know how much she wants me don't you? She'll do anything for me, anything I ask. Won't you sexy?"
I nodded slightly.
Jeff watched as Don cupped my breast, then his hands slipped down over my belly, I just stood stunned as Jeff watched his every move, it was like he was watching a master at work stealing his wife from right under his nose!
I felt Don slowly gather up the front of my dress. I could feel more and more of my legs becoming exposed to Jeff. He was now panting a little and just watching Don slowly raising my hem.
"She wants me so much she put these on," he said, and then he kissed my neck.
I knew now Jeff was staring directly at my black stocking tops, and my red suspender belt. Then a groan escaped from his mouth as he saw my trimmed blonde pussy.
"I told her not to wear panties if she wanted a date. She does as I tell her; she wants me more than she ever wanted you."
I shuddered as one of his fingers gently teased my pussy right in front of my husband!
"Oh boy is she wet," Don groaned.
My legs quaked and trembled, as Don slipped a finger right into my fanny.
"Her cunt is so wet I bet she sticks to the chair in the restaurant, don't you baby?"
"Oh!" I gasped.
My head was all over the place now. I couldn't believe how Don's filthy talk was turning me on! I felt so bloody horny Don could have fucked me right there! His finger worked in and out of my soaked fanny. I could hear my own juices as he rubbed me.
Jeff was now in total shock, but I could see his hand moving slightly under the bedcovers!
"See I'm going to get to fuck her tonight. I bet she wouldn't object, even if I fucked her over the table in the restaurant, right in front of everyone, would you darling eh?" he spat.
"God!" I whimpered.
"See how randy she is? That's your fault because you have never made her cum. Look how wet her cunt is," Don growled.
I felt him push me towards the bed.
"There have a good look at your sopping wife!" he snapped.
Don forced me to hold my dress up. I was panting hard, and then harder as I felt his fingers from both hands pull my pussy open! Jeff swallowed and just looked at my gaping fanny. He groaned because I'm sure he could see how wet I was, in fact I could feel a slight trickle down the inside of my thighs!
What Jeff was thinking god only knows? But I knew this was turning him on. Was it Don's dirty talk? Maybe the way he just mauled at my body? Or was it me for just being in the arms of another man? One thing was for sure, if I thought this would hurt Jeff, I was totally wrong!
A finger slipped into me and he began fucking me with it. My head was back on his shoulder now, all my weight rested against Don's body. I didn't give a shit about my husband making strange gulping noises. I was so close to coming on Don's fingers I didn't want it to stop.
Don wriggled his finger faster and faster. We could all hear my squelching cunt!
I was now constantly groaning and moaning. Don pushed my head forward quite forcefully.
"Look at him!" he spat in my ear.
I opened my glazed eyes to see Jeff pulling his cock under the bedcovers. I looked up to Jeff's eyes. He was just gazing straight between my legs watching Don's finger fuck me. His face was contorted as he pulled frantically on his cock. He was very red, and his breathing was rapid and noisy.
I slumped down as I let out a shuddering gasp. Then I rose up on tiptoes grabbing Don's arm. I screamed and threw my head back, as wave after wave ripped through my body. At one point I opened my eyes to see Jeff shoot his load up onto his belly. He must have pulled the bedcovers back at some point, to show his wife's lover what a wimp he was!
I twisted round and clung to Don like a love sick teenager. I kissed him frantically as the last of my orgasm rolled through my tingling fanny.
I could have gone to bed and slept for a week after that, but Don was guiding me to the door. I didn't look back at Jeff. Just hearing him panting was enough.
"Thank you," I heard Jeff gasp from the bed.
Christ I had given him what he wanted! I thought it would have disgusted him, I thought it would have disgusted me! Deep down it must have done..... Surely?
I went to go to the loo still with my legs still shaking legs. Don pulled me back, and before I knew it I was facing his car.
"Don I have to clean up," I whispered.
"No way babe, I want you all juiced up."
I felt very self-conscious as we ate. I felt like everyone was watching me. Several times I went to go to the loo. Don would grip my arm and make me sit down again.
I felt very sticky and wet, and I'm sure my pussy had stuck to my dress. I had to get up and walk out, with what I suspected was rather a large stain on the back of my skirt. By the time we had gone to a pub I just hoped my leaking fanny juice had dried enough so nobody noticed. I found it very difficult to relax mentally.
I didn't have a clue about the conversations I had with Don. He would look at me with a dirty leer now and then. It embarrassed me quite a bit because I thought people had noticed. The only talk I remembered was Don's constant comments about my wet fanny. He teased me every chance he got. He called me Juicy Lucy, and asked if I was still soaked.
We stumbled into the house close to 2 am. I didn't even bother checking on Jeff.
Don dragged me upstairs and we tumbled onto the bed. He was like a wild animal he wouldn't let me take anything off. He pushed my legs apart and pushed into me. I was quite dry but I knew he was too turned on to stop. He fucked me hard and was really rough. I heard my dress tear which annoyed me because I had only worn it this once!
He mauled my tits and because he was so aroused he pulled back hard on my hair. I just held onto him as he really pounded me roughly into the bed.
As he came for some reason he called me Maria! I didn't really pay much attention, because he told me that sometimes he had difficulty with names.
I went to get up but he just pulled me back to him. Well I suppose I didn't really mind sleeping in my clothes.
When I woke up later on I was aware of something sticky and trickling on my bare tits.
"Don!" I screeched, and then wished I hadn't due to the makings of a giant hangover.
"What's up babe?"
I was now staring at my fingers, watching the white messy strands caught between them.
"Hey you wanted it babe," he said with a chuckle.
I shook my head and wished I hadn't.
"Mandy you started sucking me off an hour ago, and then you told me to come on your tits. You do remember don't you?"
"N, no," I said mystified.
I could smell his spunk and didn't really like it. But again he wouldn't let me get up. He cuddled close behind me and we slept again.
I left him sleeping on the bed and stared at my reflection. His smeared spunk had now dried to my chest. My makeup was all over my face. But my dress, my lovely dress was torn at the top. It wouldn't even cover my tits. I was sure it wasn't that bad last night! I could feel the crusty remains between my legs too. All these thoughts had me puking into the toilet.
I brushed my teeth several times then stepped into the shower. Don was still sleeping when I got out. I went to the top of the stairs. That's when for the first time I thought of Jeff!
I listened at his door and heard the telly on. I went into the kitchen, and found the aspirin.
I sat at the kitchen table feeling very sick.
I was still coming to terms with everything that happened last night. The way Don seemed to take control had me feeling a little uneasy, but not as uneasy as when I considered my reaction. The way I felt when he manipulated me was quite something. It was like I had been taken over by somebody else. It was my own actions that disturbed me now. What I had let happen would have disgusted me a few months ago. Did this mean that I really wanted to humiliate Jeff? Perhaps because I thought I was getting my own back on him. This was the plan, but it was supposed to have shocked him not turned him on!
Maybe I would have to go further than last night, maybe further than I wanted to. I thought I loved Jeff enough to put up with a few little things. But those things he had done with his ex-wife, and what he wanted me to do was to my mind very sick! But now I had experienced it, was so bad? I still wanted him to break down and beg me to stop, and to say he was sorry. But would he be able to cope with anything I threw at him? I realised just how far his wife went in her teasing and humiliation games. If I wanted revenge then I would have to go a lot further than last night. But was I up to doing the sick things that I thought of doing? Just the thought of them had me feeling disgusted with myself. But I had to try and overcome this feeling. I had to become a bigger and sicker bitch than even Jeff could imagine.
But could I?
I heard doorbell and pretty much without thinking I opened it. Jeff's mum gave me a look that could kill a rhino!
"Come on babe back to bed."
I looked round to see Don stood with just a towel round his waist.
"Ops!" he said, and went back up the stairs with a chuckle.
