In the first chapter, I married an attractive girl, Wanda, whose father died years earlier. She lived with her mother, Tessa, in a 2 story house. After the wedding, we stayed in their house so the mother wouldn't be lonely. One day, I discovered in the attic pornographic pictures and videotapes of young Tessa and her husband. They also revealed Tessa had a great body and that she was submissive. Tessa's busty body and the pornographic stuff aroused me, and I got obsessed with her. One day, when her daughter wasn't around, I confronted Tessa with her racy material, took advantage of her submissiveness, and forced her to have sex with me. Shortly after, Tessa accepted and even liked her new role as my new sub. However, she was concerned about Wanda finding out about us.
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In the next 3 days, Tessa and I were cautious in the presence of Wanda, making sure she would not suspect our new connection. Twice Wanda felt something was different, but we found reasonable reasons/explanations, and everything turned out OK.
On the 3rd day, I had the morning off. After Wanda left the house, I went to the bathroom naked with my woodie clearly visible. Tessa was sipping her morning coffee when she saw me. She stood up and asked, "Master, would you like me to give you head?"
"Not today. After freshening up, I'd like to FUCK my bitch. However, your offer sounds good. Later I'll give you my monthly shift schedule. You'll check when I work the evening shift, and those days, at 8 am, wake me up with an oral job."
She giggled, "I'll be happy to do it, sir. And today, would you like to eat or use my body first?"
"We have enough time today, so let me have breakfast, and then I'll see you in your room."
"Excellent, Master."
She made my meal and watched me savor it. Then she placed the dirty stuff in the sink and asked, "Any particular position you wish, sir?"
"You became my bitch, so I'd love to use the bitch-position. However, I may change my mind and fuck your ass later as well."
I saw her face grimace a little.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Master, I like all the styles. When my former Master was alive, he liked to use me from behind while slapping my butt. I learned to love it. May I suggest that you also do it, irrespective if you use my vagina or backhole?"
"When the time comes, I'll see what I can do about it."
We moved to her room on the second floor. She undressed and looked for further instructions. My cock was already on the way up. She grinned, "I see my old body still pleases you, sir."
"I told you your body is perfect!"
"Yes, Master, you said it, but I assumed it was only a compliment."
"Enough with the silly chat. On your 4."
"On the bed or the carpet?"
"First time on the bed."
She mounted the bed with her head away from me and her exposed cunt before my eyes. Her swollen folds were moist and ready."
I laughed, "Without any foreplay your cunt is already drenched. You really are a slut, aren't you?"
Tessa grinned, "Yes sir. I am your private slut. The way you order me around, and watching how fast your member grows when I remove my clothes, makes me very horny."
"I wonder how a sexy lady like you survived all these years without real fucking."
"Sir, it wasn't easy. I got depressed and avoided unnecessary company. I used my Jack Rabbit, but of course, it wasn't the same."
"Why didn't you attempt to find another mate? You were very young when your husband died."
"I did try 3 times. All 3 men looked good and seemed like nice people, but neither one reached half the stamina of my husband. I tried to hint I liked certain fetishes, but they were not interested. I got bored and dumped them. Master, you are the only one I know who understands me and my needs. My only concern is about Wanda. I'd kill myself if she is heart-broken as a result of our affair."
"As long as we are careful, she won't discover anything. As I said before; I'd like to slowly install the idea in her head of all 3 of us having equal intimacy privileges. Tomorrow, I'll be working the morning shift. If everything goes according to plan, around dinner time, I'll hint I want to have sex with her. She loves our sessions and likely will agree enthusiastically. I'll leave the door ajar. Her head will be directed away from the door. You'll stay around, and when you hear me mentioning you, I want you standing by the door and listening. You may even peek inside. Her face will be in the opposite direction, and her eyes closed. Any questions?"
"No sir, but what if..."
I cut her off, "No ifs or buts. Just do what I told you."
"OK, Master. I trust you."
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The next evening, during the dinner, I told Wanda she was prettier than usual. She looked at me quizzically. I smiled, "You look radiant. I am not sure if you had a good day or my love for you has increased for some reason, but in my eyes, this evening you look gorgeous."
She joked, "Thank you for the RARE compliment. Am I supposed to pay for it?"
I winked and blurted, "Maybe later..."
Wanda giggled, "Honey, that's unlike you. Something happened at work?"
"If you really want to know, today I saved a guy's life, and got a star for it."
"Good for you. How do you suggest we celebrate it?"
"With a 'cheers."
"Honey, you know I try to stay away from alcohol because of what happened to me the first time I drank a little."
"Wanda, it's only you, your mother, and me here. What is the big risk?"
"Well, pour me a small amount of the sweet stuff."
I took the rum bottle from the bar and poured it into 3 glasses, ensuring Wanda's was only half filled.
I stood up and raised my glass, "Cheers to me and to my beautiful wife, who appears much more glowing than usual."
Tessa smiled, raised her glass, and mumbled, "Hear, hear." She sipped the drink and glanced at her daughter.
Wanda was encouraged by her mother and took a sip too. She muttered, "It's sweet and tasty. I like rum." Then she took another sip.
I began expanding on the short version of my story about saving a guy's life, telling the ladies I was by this patient's door when he collapsed on the floor. I immediately started CPR and continued for 7 minutes until the code team showed up to take over.
As I was talking, I noticed Wanda continued sipping her rum while being mesmerized by my story. She finished her half glass before Tessa and I emptied ours.
About 10 minutes passed, and Wanda stood up, came toward me, sat on my lap and announced, "My husband the hero. I think you deserve much more than a star. Let's go to bed, and I'll show you what I mean."
"Honey, that's an offer I cannot refuse, but isn't it better to have the present later?"
"No. My brain and body want to reward you right now!"
Clearly, the alcohol already affected her mental status.
"OK, darling. Go to bed. I'll be right there." I waited for Wanda to enter our bedroom and turned to Tessa, "Girl, we are on. With alcohol in her blood, her mind turns to mush, and the only thing she craves is sex. A lot of rough sex. She doesn't care what position, who's around, or what is being done as long as her pussy is filled and drilled. I will join her now and leave the door half open. I want you to wait 15 minutes and then quietly enter the door wearing only the robe. Wanda won't care and likely won't even notice you. I'll hint to you if and when to remove your robe. Then you just wait for my next instructions."
"But, Master, she'll recognize me and will be shocked."
"No, she won't. I watched her behave with very little alcohol in her blood. It happened once, and I could have brought the whole football team into the room; she wouldn't care. She just wanted somebody to constantly plow her vagina and ravage her body."
"...OK, sir, I'll do it..."
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I entered our room and saw Wanda naked, sitting on the bed. Her eyes glared with desire, "Honey, you are still dressed. Take off your clothes and fuck my hungry pussy."
"Wanda, be more quiet, your mother will hear you."
"I don't care if she hears or sees me, I want your hard dick right in here," she pointed her finger onto her dripping cunt.
I left the door ajar and slowly removed my clothes, seeing her staring passionately at my engorging tool. I didn't finish, and she jolted toward me. Her lips wrapped around my cock, and my personal Hoover milked my organ like a tornado. It was too much and I gently disengaged. I placed her on her back. She chortled, and immediately parted her legs. I knelt in between, and inserted my pecker halfway into her soaked snatch. Wanda shut her eyes and shouted, "That's it, fucker. Do it!"
I began a slow pounding and said, "Honey, your mother is around, and you announce
our sexual act loudly."
"Arti, who cares? Just shove your beast deep into my coochee and ride me."
The door gingerly opened, and Tessa peeked in. I signaled to her to come in and sit on the chair by the bed. She moved in slowly and quietly. I almost laughed inside: By now, Wanda had only rough sex on her mind, and even a wildebeest stampede wouldn't bother her.