Week 2
Mr. White came home Friday afternoon, and Mrs. White was very attentive to him. When they were together, Mrs. White was always nice to him and treated him well, however today she seemed extra solicitous. When dinner was through, Mrs. White took his hand and said, "Why don't we go to bed early tonight, dear?"
Mr. White saw the look in her eyes and quickly agreed. Intrigued by what Maria had done, I did something I had never done before: I spied on my employers. There was a sitting room next to the master bedroom that had a connecting door that I knew was never closed. I slipped quietly into the sitting room and approached the door to their bedroom.
Mr. White was lying flat on his back on the bed and Mrs. White was straddling him, kissing him deeply.
"Mmmmm, this is nice," he said after breaking the kiss. "I should go away more often!"
"No you shouldn't, Zack!" Mrs. White replied. "You should stay here and put your cock in your wife like you are supposed to!" She resumed the kiss while she started pulling off his clothing. She kissed down his chest as she worked his belt off and his pants down. She slammed her mouth down his cock, causing him to gasp.
I almost gasped myself. This was my first view of my boss' cock, and while nowhere near porn star stature, he had quite a nice looking cock. My mouth was salivating, thinking of me being in Mrs. White's place.
"What has gotten in to you, June?" he asked his wife.
"Nothing!" she replied between sucks. "That's the problem! I need you now!"
She sat up and pulled her shirt off, revealing her braless breasts. She shimmied out of her skirt and panties and threw herself back on the bed. "Fuck me now! Please Zack, fuck me!"
Mr. White got up and quickly pulled the rest of his clothes off. He started to move his face towards her pussy but she grabbed him and pulled him up. "Not now," she said. "Now I just need your cock in me. I need you to fuck me!"
Mr. White obliged, and soon his ass was pistoning up and down as he gave her a thorough rodgering. I know that I would have been cumming immediately, but I could hear Mrs. White whining in frustration. He had been fucking her for about ten minutes, moving around, clearly trying to get her off, when it finally became too much for him and he blew his load into her pussy.
"No!" she cried in frustration as he moaned in relief.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said. "It's been a while."
She sighed, but then she smiled at him and said, "That's OK, Zack. I'll get you going again." She hopped off the bed and into the bathroom, then came back with a wet washcloth. She washed off his cock, then when she felt that it was clean enough, she popped it into her mouth.
Mrs. White looked up at her husband and said in a little girl voice, "I'll bet you'll be ready to fuck your Junie-bug real soon now, won't you?" She licked and sucked at his cock, and I watched her for pointers; she was clearly more experienced at cock sucking than I.
In practically no time, Mr. White was once again raring to go. Mrs. White once again flopped to her back and spread her legs, gesturing Mr. White to get between them. He obliged, and was soon pumping away. He played with her tits and gnawed on her neck. Mrs. White grunted "Harder, harder," and Mr. White pounded into her, but after about fifteen minutes, Mrs. White said, "This isn't working. Let's try something else."
She pushed her husband off of her, and rolled onto her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him and said, "Come on Zack, make me your bitch."
He smiled as he entered her and said, "You already are my bitch."
"Oh, yes, I am!" Mrs. White moaned. "Junie is your bitch. Pound your bitch. Do her hard!"
Mr. White looked surprised, but he grabbed her hips and started slamming into her. "Pull my hair!" she moaned, and with another surprised look, Mr. White complied. As he pulled her back to him, he reached under her and squeezed a nipple.
"Harder," she moaned.
"Are you sure?" he asked. Clearly, this was not normal behavior for Mrs. White.
"Yes, hurt me!" she cried as he squeezed hard. "Make me your bitch!"
Mrs. White was really getting into it, and I suddenly realized that my hand was in my swampy panties, two fingers shoved up my twat.
Mr. White was pounding away at Mrs. White, his body slapping into hers. I guess the sound woke something in him, because on one down stroke he slapped Mrs. White on the ass. "Oh yes!" she hissed.
Taking the encouragement, he slapped her ass again, harder. "Oh, yes! Punish your Junie! Punish your bitch!" Mrs. White cried. "I've been a bad girl, and my big strong man needs to punish me! Harder! Harder!"
By this point, Mrs. White was screaming and Mr. White kept whaling on her ass. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back hard and he slammed his cock deep into her pussy and slapped his hand hard on her ass. With each thrust, each slap, each pull of her hair, he uttered a word. "You" slap "Are" slap "MY" slap "Bitch!" slap
With that, Mrs. White screamed, "I am!" and she came. Hard. Continuously. Mr. White kept slapping her ass. He kept thrusting into her pussy. He kept pulling her hair. And Mrs. White kept cumming. Finally, he pulled her hair so that she was lifted higher, reached around with both hands and squeezed hard on her nipples as he gave a final thrust and came in her pussy. Mrs. White shrieked one last time, then collapsed onto the bed, pulling herself off of Mr. White.
Mrs. White lay panting on the bed as her husband collapsed next to her. When they got their breath back, Mr. White asked, "What the hell got into you?"
Mrs. White looked embarrassed, but snuggled into Mr. White and said, "I don't know. I was having a difficult time cumming, and I just needed it harder. It just seemed right."
"Well, it was fun for me," Mr. White said.
Mrs. White kissed his neck and said, "Maybe we'll do it again sometime."
He looked at her strangely, then laughed. He looked down at his cock and said, "Now I'm all messed up again."
She looked at it and said, "I'll clean you up."
She started to get up but he stopped her, saying, "Do you really need a towel?"
She looked like she was going to argue with him, but something seemed to stop her. She looked shyly at him and said, "If you make me suck your cock clean, I'm going to get all horny again. Will you take care of me?"
"I'll make sure that you are relieved," he said with a smile.
Mrs. White kissed him, then moved down to his cock. She wrinkled her nose when she got close to the gloppy mess that they had made, then tentatively stuck her tongue out. She slowly ran her tongue around his cock. She didn't seem to like it too much, but she seemed to get more into it as she went along. In a few minutes his cock was shiny and clean, but still only at half mast.
"I can't seem to get it harder than this," she said, regretfully.
"I didn't think so," he said. "I'm not eighteen anymore."
Mr. White got up and went to Mrs. White's side of the bed. He opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out Mrs. White's vibrating dildo.
"Oooh, are you going to play with me?" she asked him.
"No, I thought I'd watch you play with yourself," Mr. White said with a smile.
Mrs. White looked shocked; I guess this was also something that they did not do.
"But you said that you'd take care of me," Mrs. White complained.
"No, I said that I'd make sure that you were relieved," he responded. "Now I want to see my bitch play with herself."
Mrs. White gasped when her loving husband called her his bitch, but she took the vibrator and started playing with it around her pussy. She started thrusting in and out while watching Mr. White watching her.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"Good," she replied, "but not as good as your cock."
"You'll get more of that later," he said with a laugh. We both watched as Mrs. White squeezed her nipples, rubbed her clit and shoved the dildo in and out.
"Are you getting close?" Mr. White asked after a while.
"Yes, but I can't seem to push myself over!" Mrs. White whined.
"Maybe this will help," Mr. White said, as he leaned over and took a nipple between his teeth. He grabbed her other nipple in one hand, squeezing hard, eliciting a sharp moan from Mrs. White.
He stuck a finger into her mouth and said, "Lubricate this."
She sucked on his finger, then he took it away. He bit down on her nipple as he suddenly shoved his finger up her ass.
"No, not there!" she screamed, but at the same time she came violently.
He moved away from Mrs. White and watched as she came down from her orgasm. She lay on the bed, unable to move, as he took the dildo into the bathroom. He washed it off and got a washcloth and cleaned Mrs. White up. She still didn't move or make a sound as he tucked her in and got into bed next to her. I tiptoed out of the sitting room and went to my room, where I stripped my clothes off and retrieved my own dildo. I quickly brought myself off, finishing up with my finger up my ass. I couldn't wait to relate this night's activities to Maria.
The rest of the week, Mrs. White treated the staff a little better. It was no miraculous change, but though I did not peek again, I think that Mr. White was keeping Mrs. White satisfied each night. Thursday rolled around again, and Maria returned. I made her lick me as I related the details of what I had seen, and Maria had a couple of fingers at work in her pussy.
When Mrs. White came home, she was once again frustrated. Obviously, the liaison with her tennis pro did not go any better. When she slipped into the hot tub, I noticed that her ass was red; she had clearly encouraged some spanking from her lover, but her frustration level indicated that it did not work. After dosing her with the medicine, I returned to Maria and related what I had seen.
"Excellent," was her response. "Time to crank it up a notch."
She wandered over to the hot tub and joined a relaxed Mrs. White. Thirty minutes later she was back for a follow up session with me. This time, she was the one spread naked on the bed while I had my head between her legs. I brought her right up to the point of orgasm, then I moved my tongue away, allowing it to return only to gently brush her lips.
"Oh, god, you've got me so close!" she moaned. "Make me cum!"
She moved her hands towards her clit, but I wouldn't let her touch herself. I raised my head and asked, "What have you been telling Mrs. White to do?"
"It's a secret," she said, squirming to put her pussy in contact with my mouth.
I didn't respond, but I didn't progress either.
"Make me cum!" she moaned.
"What have you been telling Mrs. White to do?" I repeated.
"I'll tell you after you make me cum," she said in frustration.
I gently licked her pussy in one long swipe and asked, "What have you been telling Mrs. White to do?"
"Damn you!" she moaned. "I made some suggestions so that she couldn't cum without her husband present. She couldn't cum with her lovers, and she couldn't even make herself cum by masturbating. If she tried really hard, she probably could have made herself cum, but it would not be easy."
"What else?" I asked.
"I made it so that she couldn't cum without some rough handling," she explained. "Now, in order to cum, there has to be a little pain. I reinforced that she was a bad girl, a real bitch, and she deserved to be punished, and her husband was the one that should punish her. I got her to believe that it would be OK for her to cum if she'd been punished."
"What did you tell her this week?" I asked.
"Uh, uh," she said. "It's a surprise, and I'm not going to give in. I'd rather leave frustrated. But I promise I'll tell you next week."
That was good enough for me, so I dove in, shoving my tongue as deeply as I could up her dripping cunt while I pressed the tip of my nose into her clit. Remembering what she had done to Mrs. White, I shoved a moistened finger up her asshole too, all of which elicited screams of passion and a squirt of cum, right into my mouth.
"Oh, you bitch!" she said. "Sticking a finger up my ass was unfair!"
"Well, that's what Mrs. White got," I said.
"I had nothing to do with that!" she said. "Her husband is taking some initiative where he sees the advantage."
"Good for him," I said. I finished cleaning her with my tongue and kissed her goodbye.