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Authors name: Kendasplendour (kendasplendour@hotmail.com)
Story title : Second Honeymoon
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Second Honeymoon
by Kendasplendour (kendasplendour@hotmail.com)
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A young wife and her lover drug their husband so he is
helpless and under their influence, and then have fun
with him. (MMF, bi, wife, voy, nc, oral, dom)
***
I originally wrote this story about a year ago, and
posted it on a live journal community. I figured it
might be time to post it somewhere where it's more
likely to be stored and viewed, I've edited it
slightly, and here it is!
I haven't written any other stories - I might do so
in the future, but only if I feel up to the task!
***
"Second Honeymoon"
The bell rang above the door of the Pharmacy as
Michelle Stevens entered. Phil Barnett, the young man
in the white coat behind the counter looked up. "Why
hello there, kitten!" he grinned. "Had a good day?".
Michelle didn’t say anything, instead leaning over the
counter and giving him a lingering kiss.
"Oh, it’s been a long day," she said when she finally
pulled her lips away from his. "It always is when John
is around."
John was her husband of 2 years. He was the director of
the local internet firm, who adored his wife more than
anything else in the world…but that didn’t make him any
more interesting – in bed or otherwise. Michelle had
started her affair with Phil within three month of
their wedding – perhaps, she often thought, marrying
John solely because he was rich was a mistake.
"Actually…I think I might have found something to help
you with that!" grinned Phil. "Remember that little
fantasy we were talking about?" Michelle’s jaw dropped
open and turned into a smile…"You’ve found a way to do
it!?!". Phil grinned back. "I think I have!" Michelle
squealed and threw her arms around him "Oh yes! Oh yes!
Tell me more!!!"
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As the week went by, Michelle could do little but think
of what she and Phil had in store for John. Even the
thought of it turned her wet, and she knew that Phil
was as excited. They had originally planned for it to
begin on the Saturday, but John was attending a
conference all week. The following weekend, however, he
was free…
Finally, the following Saturday came. Michelle’s alarm
rang at 8am; normally she’d sleep in, but today was a
special day, after all - she and Phil were calling it
her "second honeymoon!". She looked over at the
sleeping form of John beside her. He’d actually bought
her a present after being away the previous week…a ring
or something – but that wasn’t important right now. The
most important thing was currently in the brown paper
bag inside her handbag. She took it out, and went
downstairs.
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"Come on, sleepy head! Wake up!"
John shielded his eyes against the morning sunlight as
his wife came into the room. "It’s…it’s…8am! I thought
you liked to sleep in on weekends!" he chuckled.
"I do normally, but I’ve got a surprise for you today!
Here – drink this coffee I made. Maybe it’ll help you
wake up!" Michelle smiled at him.
She was wearing a really girly, flowery dress – the
sort she normally wore to Church. John smiled –
Michelle was normally so... distant... he guessed he’d
have to buy her more presents in the future! Michelle
handed him the coffee and told him "I’ve got a friend
coming over – we’ll be downstairs when you’re ready!"
"Who is it?" asked John.
"Just a friend – he’s great fun!" grinned Michelle.
Before she left, she reached over to her jewelry chest,
and put on the diamond necklace he’d bought her for
their first wedding anniversary. John smiled – she was
really making an effort today. She knew he loved it
when she dressed up all girly!
The coffee kind of tasted funny, but John drank it
anyway – the last thing he wanted to do was to put
Michelle in a bad mood now! He finished the coffee, and
reached inside the wardrobe and pulled out some
clothes. The coffee didn’t seem to have done its job –
he still felt pretty sleepy. Not surprising though,
considering all the work he’d done at the conference
that week. He vaguely heard the door bell sound, but
ignored it and started to dress.
He then checked himself in the mirror, and went
downstairs, vaguely wondering who Michelle’s guest was.
He saw him as he entered the living room – it was Phil,
the local Pharmacist guy. He’d never spoken to him
before, but knew that Michelle was an old friend of
his. He noticed that Michelle was wearing flowery
perfume – again, very girly and not like her at all.
She was sat next to Phil, and they were both watching
the repeat of a football game on TV.
"Hi! You’re Phil, right?!"
"Pleased to meet you, John!" Phil shook John's hand,
and sat back down next to Michelle. "The games just
about to finish – check it out!"
John sat down in the chair adjacent to them and took in
the game. "It’s only the third quarter – plenty of time
to go yet!"
"Shush and sit still!" said Phil.
"He’s supposed to be our guest – he shouldn’t talk to
me like that!" thought John, as he looked back over at
the TV. A few minutes passed. "Michelle's quiet", he
thought. He then looked over at where Phil was sitting.
and got the shock of his life.
Michelle was sitting there, in the dress she wore to
church, resting her head against Phil’s shoulder. That
in itself was pretty bad, but what made it unimaginably
worse was that Phil had at some stage unzipped his fly,
and the head of his soft cock was poking out!
"What the hell?!" John tried to cry, but it came out in
a whisper.
"What, dear?" smiled Michelle. "Phil’s cock?"
John tried to yell again, but found himself barely able
to open his mouth. He tried to get out of the seat, but
nothing happened. He didn’t feel numb or anything – he
could feel and sense everything, but he couldn’t move!
"Don’t you think it’s nice?" asked Michelle, before
leaning down and gently giving the cock-head a single,
lingering lick. "It tastes so good! And when Phil puts
it inside me," Michelle let out a sigh. She moved her
hand over it, and started to fondle the cock, while
Phil hung his head back, sighing.
His cock quickly began to swell and become hard.
Michelle kissed it again. "Oh, it's so much better than
John’s!" she said aloud. As she said this, Phil began
to slip his hand into the top of her dress, his fingers
sliding inside her bra. John couldn't see much more
from where he was, but tears of humiliation and rage
were beginning to stream down his face at what his wife
and Phil…her lover…were doing in front of his very
eyes!
"Hell, I can’t wait. I need you," groaned Phil. He
pulled down his pants, and then reached under
Michelle’s dress and quickly pulled her panties down,
tossing them to one side.
"Phil! You know I like a tidy house! Don't just put
those anywhere!" giggled Michelle. She stood up, picked
up the panties, and placed them on John’s head, making
sure that he could still see everything, and that the
crotch of the panties was over his nose. "You’ll look
after them for me, won’t you John?" she grinned.
"Now…what did you say you wanted, Phil?"
Phil gave out a loud groan, grabbed her and pushed her
up against the living room wall, impaling her with his
dick, fucking her as hard as he could. "AAAAH!" he
gasped, in between Michelle’s pants and moans. "Fuck!
you're so good!"
John was almost in a daze, more humiliated than he ever
thought possible. Here he was, slumped in the chair,
while opposite him his wife, dressed in her Sunday
best, was being fucked against the wall by a man he
barely knew! And enjoying it too.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" panted Phil, slowing to a stop and
tensing, obviously climaxing.
"Ooooooooh," moaned Michelle. "Oh yeah baby! Oh yeah!!"
They parted, and Phil lay down on the couch.
You cum so much! I'm drenched inside!" giggled
Michelle.
"Enjoy that, John?" he laughed, looking John in face.
"I'm sure he did!" giggled Michelle, looking flushed,
her dress crumpled with one creamy white tit popping
out, its rosy red nipple erect and bigger than John
ever remembered it being.
"You loved it didn't you John?!" She laughed, and,
grabbing John, dragged him across the room to Phil.
"You... loved... every... single... second... of...
that... didn't... you... John?" While she was saying
this, she was rubbing Johns face over Phil’s spent cock
and balls. She stopped for a moment, and leant out to
give a long kiss to Phil, leaving John's head resting
against his wet dick.
She then took hold of him again and rubbed his face
against the dick a few more times, before dropping John
to floor, and grinning at Phil.
"Come on, let's go grab breakfast somewhere! All that
screwing makes me tired! You don't want anything, do
you John? No? I guess not."
After cleaning themselves up, they left the house and
appeared to head out into town. While they were gone,
John tried to move but couldn't. Cum from Phil’s cock
was smeared on his face and he could smell it, but
couldn't get it off! He loved his wife! How could she
do this to him? And she had left him here, unable to
move on the floor, while she enjoyed a hearty meal with
her lover! He started to sob.
A long time passed. How long, he couldn’t say, but it
was at least two hours. At last, he heard the front
door open. As Phil and Michelle entered the house, John
was still where Michelle left him, face down on floor.
"John! I hope you've had a great time while we've been
gone!", giggled Michelle as she winked at Phil.
"After we had our meal, we went out into the woods and
had a little kiss'n'cuddle - sorry we took so long! We
didn't do anything... naughty though, so don't worry!"
Michelle pulled him over. "Mmmmmm! You smell nice! I
bet that deep down, you’re glad you drank our special
coffee this morning, aren’t you?! Say ‘Yes’"
"Yes" said John, suddenly. A sense of fear seized him –
he hadn’t meant to say that!
"I thought so!" said Michelle in a sing-song voice.
"And I bet you wish you had a lovely boyfriend like
Phil too, don’t you?! Say ‘yes’"
"Yes..." John found himself saying.
Michelle laughed. "Now - tell me how much you like
being under our control, and maybe I’ll give you a
treat!"
"I like being under your control very much," John found
himself saying, although he didn’t mean a word of it!
He tried to move but again found that he couldn’t.
"You see, John. The coffee you drank this morning…well,
basically it means that from now on, you’ll obey
whatever you're told. Which is a good thing, isn’t it?
Say ‘yes’"
"Yes" said John, tears once more beginning to stream
down his face.
"Now…" said Michelle looking thoughtfully, "Why don’t
you... get on your knees, crawl over to Phil and give
him a long, slow, deliberate blow-job? Don’t bother
with a condom – I think you’ll enjoy it a *lot* more
without one!"
John’s heart began to race! No! There was no way in
hell he would ever agree to do this! But his body
betrayed him, and began crawling over to the grinning
Phil. His stomach was churning as he unzipped Phil’s
fly and took his cock out of his pants. No! No! The
thought of even being near another man’s dick made him
feel ill, but here it was! He tried to resist, but his
body didn't respond... he tried to pull away, but
couldn't... he even tried to shut his mouth, but it
remained firmly open!
And then it happened.
John took Phil’s semi-hard cock in his hands, and
clamped his mouth over the head. His tongue started to
lick the head, and he could feel the cock quickly
swelling to full-size as his tongue moved around the
shaft slowly. His mouth began to move down the length
of the shaft... slowly... deliberately.
When his mouth was full and he felt like he was about
to gag, he suddenly pulled back....again, slowly and
gently, his tongue licking the shaft the whole time. He
could taste everything and it repulsed him to his very
core, but his body wouldn’t stop. When only the head
was still in his mouth, he found himself giving it a
quick suck, before slowing taking the dick back in
again.
The blow-job went on for half an hour.
And then, Phil started to groan louder and louder. He
began pumping his dick in and out of John’s mouth.
Fast. And hard. "Oh yeah, John! You are gonna love
this!!" he cried out! He tensed, and John felt Phil's
dick spasm and throb in his mouth! Cum flooded from the
cock-head into his mouth.
"Swallow it you nasty bastard!" laughed Michelle, and
John found himself gulping the cum down, while Phil's
cock spasmed and spurted more and more of it out, all
the while, John was face fucking him! When the flow
stopped, Michelle quickly shouted, "Now, crawl away
from him and lie on your back!" John did as he was
told, feeling like he was about to vomit any second.
"Listen" said Michelle, in an almost soothing tone.
"When we were out, Phil and I, uh, well, Phil was
feeling my tits and ass the whole time, and I’m so
horny! And seeing you give him such a *good* blow-job
has just made it worse! I’m gonna have to fuck him
again! But... well, I’m sure neither of us can be
bothered going to the bedroom, and I'd hate to mess up
any of your beautiful furniture! Do you think you
could... do us a favor?"
John stared at her, guttural sobs coming from him
mouth. Michelle looked at him and smiled broadly.
"Thanks!" she chuckled.
Phil moved over and grabbed her tits through her
sensible dress. "You are so HOT!" he drawled, before
squeezing. Hard. "Oooooh yeah baby!" Michelle replied.
"So why don't you, like, rip this fucking dress off
now! It's only one that John bought me, anyway."
Phil laughed. John could not see what was happening,
being laid back on the floor, but heard a tearing
sound. For the next 10 or so minutes, all he could here
were kissing sounds, and occasional gasps. Suddenly,
the two lovers stepped over him. both are completely
naked.
"John! You'll make such a great bed for us!" Phil said
to him.
"Oh yeah!" Michelle sat on John's chest and spread her
legs. Her pussy lips were spread wide, the short dark
curls around them wet with moisture. Her 34B breasts
were creamy, with jutting nipples and just a few
freckles on them.
Phil stepped forward, and Michelle opened her mouth as
he pushed his cock into it. Several minutes passed,
with Michelle sat on John’s chest, Phil’s cock sliding
in and out of her mouth, groans coming from both of
them. No sounds came from John. His face was slightly
red, as if he were having trouble breathing due to
Michelle’s weight on his chest.
Suddenly, Michelle reached forward and put both her
hands on Phil’s thighs, pushing him away from her ever
so slightly. "I need you in me, Phil" she groaned.
"Fuck me! Now! John is going to love this so much!"
She lay back on John, and lifted her legs in the air.
Phil laughed, and within seconds had slid his cock
inside Michelle’s pussy, and was shafting her. Hard.
Harder. Harder still. Michelle was almost screaming in
ecstasy with each thrust, her pussy lips quivering as
the cock went in and out of her. John’s body was jolted
with every thrust.
Moaning was also coming from John, but it sounded more
like pain to both Phil and Michelle. And that turned
them on even more. "Harder!" screamed Michelle.
"Harder!"
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Phil was saying, pushing in and out
of Michelle faster. Faster. Faster! Faster! Faster!!!
John gasped and groaned in pain, as his body struggled
for breath, as the couple fucked on top of him!
Michelle's naked buttocks were pressing into his
stomach over and over again. "Oh yeah, baby! Oh yeah!"
Michelle was whimpering, as Phil pounded her. "Oh
yeah... cum in me, cum in me!"
John's painful groans were obviously annoying Phil.
"Shut it, John! I need you, Michelle. Lets go upstairs,
he's putting me off!"
"No, we couldn't do that!" said Michelle. "He'd feel
so... neglected! No, I know how we can quieted him down
a bit."
And with that, they paused in mid thrust, and Michelle
stood up, and squatted over Johns' head. Slowly, she
reached around and pulled her two soft buttocks apart.
John's world was still a whirl of pain, but he was
still aware enough to make out Michelle's asshole
directly above him.
"We just need to muffle you a bit, don't we dear?" was
the last thing he heard before the world went black.
There was something over his mouth! The sounds coming
out of his mouth were barely audible, but for each cry
he made, the thing pressed against his mouth shuddered.
He could breathe in through his nose, and could just
about manage to get some air, in a stinky kind of way,
but that was all. He could feel the weight of
Michelle’s ass cheeks on either side of his face.
Phil could barely believe it. There was Michelle,
calmly sitting on the face of her still conscious
husband! Smiling at him – her lover. A hungry smile. He
straddled John’s chest, bringing another muffled cry
from John, causing Michelle to close her eyes in
pleasure, and then he entered her again.
Without saying a word, the two slowly fucked, each of
Phil’s thrusts gently rocking John's face. 40 minutes
passed, and John had almost completely stopped
screaming. Phil began to thrust harder. Faster. And
harder still.
"Yes!" gasped Michelle. A steady knocking sound
developed, getting louder and louder. It was the sound
of the back of Johns head, being smacked against the
hardwood floor.
They fucked hard on top of him. "I’m gonna cum!"
grunted Phil. "Not yet!" gasped Michelle. She pushed
him back and fell down to one side next to John. His
face was red, his breathing ragged, but otherwise he
seemed to be fine.
"You..*gasp*..look like you’ve…*gasp*…had a rough time,
John! I don’t..*gasp*..understand why!" said Michelle.
"But don’t worry – I’ve *gasp* got just the remedy –
now swallow your milk like a good boy!"
She glanced at Phil and he knew what to do – just like
they’d talked about when they first thought of this
fantasy, all those months ago. With Michelle holding
John’s head in position, he began to jack off. Within
seconds, he was cumming all over John’s face and open
mouth.
When he was done, John face was soaking. Michelle
scooped up some of the last traces of cum in her hand,
and turned John on his side. The back of his head was a
bit swollen from the pounding it had taken. "There’s a
bit of swelling here, John. I’ll apply some lotion!"
and started to rub the cum into it.
When she was done, both Phil and Michelle stood up and
looked at John. He was breathing hard and covered in
cum and the mess of sex. Michelle yawned. "I reckon
it’s time for a break, don’t you Phil? We’ve got to
keep up our energy so we can have another great time
with John later!"
Phil grinned, "Oh yeah!" he said, "Oh yeah!"
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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