Reversal of Fortune
by An Awful Cad ©2008
MF, MM, FF, MFF, Oral, Anal, Cheat, Mast, NC, Reluct, Non-Human,

Chapter 3

The following tale is part of the series “Reversal of Fortune.”
Each of the parts can be read independently, although together
they tell a broader story.  I hope you will enjoy this one and
elect to read the others as well.

Find the rest of this series, and more stories by An Awful Cad at
http://www1.asstr.org/~An_Awful_Cad/

* * * * *

The line stretched out the gates to the antechamber.  Dozens of
women.  Some young, some older.  Some in swimsuits, some in
lingerie.  Many were naked.  And there were the uniforms: nurses,
cheerleaders, lawyers and nuns.  Most were gasping in the
oppressive heat, wiping sweaty brows and fanning overheated
bosoms.  No one seemed surprised at the smoldering sulfur pots or
the oily black smoke which perfumed the air.  I ran my eyes along
the line where it snaked toward the foot of my throne.

Near the head of the line, about five back from the front was a
hot young milkmaid.  I slammed the butt of my pitchfork on the
ground, producing a bolt of flame which silenced the chattering
crowd and captured everyone’s attention.

“You!” I barked gruffly, pointing at her with the jagged trident.
 “To the front!”

She stepped cautiously to the front of the line.

“Stand there.” I commanded, pointing to a spot just in front of
me and to the side.

Oh man, she was gorgeous.  Deliciously young, fresh and ripe. 
Perfect natural breasts.  Not overly large, but perfectly shaped,
firm and virtually begging to be sucked, pulled and bitten.  She
had flawless dewy skin and a flat, hard stomach which flowed into
an enticing valley between her legs topped with a well-trimmed
patch of golden curls.

I grunted in pleasure as the familiar feeling of desire coursed
through me.

“Nice tits,” I said harshly, “now rub your cunt.”

She reached down and began to probe her downy pussy with one
hand, feeling cautiously for the tenderest spots.

“Two hands!” I ordered impatiently.  “Put one in your cunt and
fuck yourself and rub your clit with the other one.”

She flinched at the cruel tone, but brought her other hand down
and obediently inserted two fingers into her pretty pussy,
splaying her swollen lips out to either side.  She began rubbing
her clit, too, rubbing in deliberate, firm circles around the
swollen nub.

“Harder!  Rub it harder.”

She seemed to expect this and began sawing her hand faster and
harder across her inflamed clit.  I observed how, with two hands
in her crotch, her arms were pushing her tits together, causing
the perfect orbs to jiggle and shake with every movement.  I
looked at the depraved spectacle of the innocent young woman
frigging herself furiously and dancing the solo jig of passion in
front of me.  It was exactly what I needed.  My cock began to
inflate like a carnival balloon.

Soon it stood up straight -- an angry missile, jutting proudly
from between my muscled, hairy thighs, glowing with heat and
power.  As red as a tomato, throbbing malevolently, the cock
practically demanded attention.  I didn’t have to look far.

There, in her customary spot on her knees between my legs was my
neighbor Sherry, naked, with her eyes cast down at the floor. 
Formerly an ordinary soccer mom, and casual partner in suburban
driveway chit chat, she was now little more than a cum-bucket, a
servant to my rampant libido, a series of compliant orifices to
be used at my whim.  I grabbed a fistful of her matted black hair
and pulled her face up and without so much as a word impaled her
on my jutting spike.

There was a sizzling sound and then a sweet rush of pleasure so
intense it crossed my eyes.  In a corner of my blurred vision I
noticed the milkmaid writhing in pleasure, furiously twisting her
nipples and pounding her clit as she teetered on the edge of
climax.  The sight of her frantic passion fueled my own desire,
and I decide to enjoy the show a while longer.

“Stop!” I roared at her, producing a belch of flame.

“You.”  I pointed to the thirty-something librarian at the front
of the line, naked except for her horn-rimmed glasses.

“Turn around and get on your knees.”

She complied at once, presenting me with her fleshy ass.

I turned my gaze back to the sex-addled milkmaid.

“Sit down, there.” I instructed, nodding at the prostrate
librarian.

The young girl cautiously straddled the librarian’s back and
carefully lowered herself onto the older woman’s pelvis.

“Now continue.”

The girl eagerly resumed strumming her clit and squeezing her
flushed and sweaty breasts.  In her overheated condition she
quickly ascended the slope towards orgasm, so I interrupted her
once more.

“Put that one in your ass.” I growled pointing to the hand
mauling her tits.

She moved her hand, first to her dripping pussy, where she coated
her fingers with her slippery liquids, then to her pretty pink
asshole, which she swabbed with the viscous fluid.  She tapped at
the tiny hole several times, before gaining purchase with her
finger tip.  The fingers on her other hand were furiously flying
over her engorged clit and she let out a loud hiss as she wiggled
the one finger deeper into her anal canal.  With a moaning
shudder she lost control and tipped over the edge of lust.

The surrender in her eyes as she succumbed to the simultaneous
pleasures of the finger burrowing into her ass and the abuse of
her overheated clit was all it took to push me over the brink and
trigger my own eruption.  I felt the fiery seed pour forth into
Sherry’s sucking mouth in several burning spurts.

When I was finished injecting my cum into Sherry’s mouth, I
looked down at her.  Sherry’s cheeks bulged and she was breathing
heavily through her nose as she sat obediently in front of me.  I
nodded at her.

“You may dispose of it now,” I rumbled.  “Give it to Harvey.”

Harvey.  Sherry’s husband.  My lip curled in contempt just saying
his name.  I had thought of him as a pompous asslicker from the
first time I met him.  But since I had enslaved his wife and made
her my sex toy, I found that now he was only a mild annoyance.

Harvey obviously heard his name, because my asshole suddenly felt
empty as he removed his tongue and crawled out from his spot
under my throne.  His mouth hung open and his dirty tongue
stretched out, eager for his meal.  Sherry turned her head with a
practiced twist and inserted her mouth in Harvey’s, depositing
the precious load there.  When she pulled away a sticky strand of
cum trailed across his chin and a hot flush of anger instantly
coursed through me.

“Lick it up!” I thundered, steam literally blasting out of my
ears.  “You fool!”

His tongue snaked out and attempted to retrieve the wayward scum,
but was only partially successful.  Almost as if it had a mind of
its own, my tail uncoiled from behind me and reared towards
Harvey striking him in the face with the flat side of the pointy
tip.  Harvey recoiled in surprise and shock, and I heard myself
screaming “No, no, no” as the malevolent tail continued to
bludgeon Harvey about the head and shoulders.

Shockingly, Harvey began to bleat like a sheep as the writhing
red prong probed now at his side, jabbing deeper and deeper into
his flesh and tearing out large chunks of tissue with each
strike.  The barbed tail left raw gaping pits behind, revealing
the meat inside which was startlingly red and smoldering slightly
at the edges.  The acrid smell of charred flesh wafted up to my
nose, causing a shiver of revulsion.  Still, the tail seemed to
have a mind of its own, attacking repeatedly and without mercy. 
His distress cries grew louder and louder with each piercing jab
and between the plaintive bleating and the oily smoke, all the
air seemed to be sucked out of the room.  My vision blurred and
my head began to swim.  The shrieking reached an ear-splitting
crescendo as the room and everything in it dissolved into a
shapeless gray fog.

* * * * *

I sat bolt upright.  The alarm clock squealed like a leaky
balloon until Lisa rolled over and slapped it with a practiced
hand to start the snooze cycle.  Without missing a beat she
gathered the covers around her and rolled over to go back to
sleep.  I was wide awake and my heart was pounding.  Our bedroom
was gray and calm.  Outside, a few birds cheerfully announced the
expected arrival of the sun.  My damp, clammy skin told a
different story.  I looked at Lisa sleeping peacefully.  What had
happened?  Was that me?  Was I different?  Had I sprouted horns
and a forked tail?  Did Lisa sense what I had become?

Only a few hours earlier I had experienced the culmination of my
recent transformation.  I had experienced the awakening of an
element of my personality that I wasn’t aware existed, and
apparently was still coming to grips with.

* * * * *

Through a mundane set of circumstances, I had recently taken
control of Sherry and Harvey, my neighbors from across the
street, enslaving them psychologically and sexually.  At first it
was simply opportunistic.  The opportunity to get back at my
pompous neighbor and have my way with his compliant wife fell in
my lap, so to speak.  I mean, what would you have done?  But to
my surprise, I found that once I had a taste, I craved more.

After repeatedly dominating Sherry, the previously chaste
suburban housewife and mother, and introducing her to an
increasingly depraved series of sexual humiliations, I reached
the zenith (or nadir) of my transformation when I brought Harvey,
her blowhard jerk of a husband into the mix and made him watch
and even assist as I bent Sherry compliantly over the arm of
their own couch and ruthlessly fucked her previously virgin ass.
It was incredible.  I loved it.  I had indulged my darkest
fantasies and had my way with the hapless Cohens.

But this latest episode hadn’t been just opportunism.  No, I had
made it happen.  What did that say about me?

After the initial scene I called them both into the kitchen. 
They were a sight.  Sherry walked slowly and unsteadily, whether
from wobbly legs or sore asshole, I couldn’t tell.  Her dark hair
was tousled and askew, covering much of her flushed face, but she
did nothing to brush it away, preferring to hide behind the dark
veil.  Harvey attempted to look nonchalant, but he couldn’t make
eye contact with me or Sherry.  For my part, I felt alive in a
way I never had before – that I had unlocked a door to a secret
chamber that contained some previously hidden part of my soul.

“Anyone thirsty?” I asked casually.

I opened their fridge and took out a big jug of water. 
Unscrewing the cap, I took a long swig directly from the bottle.

“Sherry, want a drink?” I asked.

She peered out cautiously from behind her loose bangs and
shrugged affirmatively.  I took another swig and leaned down to
give her a deep kiss and pass the water into her mouth.  She was
initially surprised and I felt a good bit of the cool liquid run
out of her mouth and drip off her chin onto her naked torso. 
Recovering her composure, Sherry adjusted to accept my offering,
and our tongues sparred as she swallowed my mouthful.  I made
sure Harvey had a good view of my hand mauling Sherry’s breasts
as we continued our deep French kiss.

Coming up for air, I took another deep swig from the bottle and
held it out to Harvey.

“Want some?” I asked, wiping my chin.

Harvey stared at the bottle, scarcely able to conceal his
disgust.

“What?  Are you waiting for a kiss too?” I spat at him.

Harvey flinched visibly at the implication.

The bag of carrots I had previously used to inaugurate Sherry’s
reluctant anus still lay on the counter, including the offending
instrument itself.

“Who’s hungry?” I asked coolly.  “I’m famished.”

I pulled a fresh stalk out of the bag and took a big bite.

“Sherry.”

I handed her another fresh carrot and she took a big bite too.

“Harvey.”

I handed him the one that had been up Sherry’s ass.  He looked at
it, unsure.  From where I sat it looked normal, but up close? 
Who knows?  Could he see the shit streaks?  Smell the funk of his
wife’s ass; sense the slight coating of butt juices?  He took a
big bite, showing no sign that he recognized the taste of his
wife’s ass on the cool vegetable.  I looked at Sherry.  She
stared at Harvey in fascination.

“Hold it right there Harvey.  Don’t move.”

Harvey froze with the carrot protruding from his mouth.

“Okay, now grab the carrot with both hands.”

He complied, hesitantly.  He made a lewd image, apparently
fellating the carrot.

Sherry had a wild gleam in her eyes and her nipples were clearly
hard.  Seeing her arousal, I noticed that my cock was tingling
with renewed energy.

“You know Harvey, I’m feeling like another round.  You’d better
get in there and clean her up.  I don’t want any sloppy seconds,
even if they are my own.”

Harvey looked at me incredulously.

“Come on Harvey – now!

“No way!” he bleated in panic.  “Why would I do that?  You
already threatened me and, and... and fucked my wife.  Why should
I let you torture me like that?  What else can you do?  I don’t
care who you tell.”

I fixed Harvey with a steely glare.  I don’t know where it came
from, but suddenly I knew exactly what to say.

“You’re right, Harvey.  I already fucked your wife in the ass,
and I think we both know that I’m going to do it again, and you
can’t do a thing to stop me because she wants it.  Wants it bad.
In fact, you’re going to help me.  You’re going to do whatever I
say, because I’ll tell you what I can do Harvey that would make
it worse.  I could kick you out of here – send you to the other
room so you can’t be part of this little game.  You want it worse
than her.  We all saw how excited you got watching me, and I’m
sure you wouldn’t want to miss out on any of this action.”

At that I gave Sherry a sharp slap on her ass with my open hand,
producing a satisfying crack.  She jerked in surprise and a
handprint bloomed on her pale cheek.

“Sherry, lean forward,” I commanded.

Sherry complied, lying flat across the kitchen table.

“Now spread it.”

Without hesitation, Sherry reached back and pulled apart her
plump soft buns, revealing her crinkled pucker.  It had resumed
its tightly closed shape, but appeared slightly red and raw
around the edges.

“More!” I bellowed, and Sherry pulled harder on her ass cheeks,
producing a slight gap in the abused orifice.

“Now push.”

I could see Sherry’s stomach muscles clench and her asshole
spasm.

“Again!”

This time the writhing of her sphincter produced a single pearly
drop of wetness which emerged tentatively from her
tightly-stretched anus like a worm after the rain.

“There,” I barked at Harvey, “get in there and clean that up.  I
want it nice and shiny clean for my cock.”

This time Harvey was overcome by his fascination with her
violated portal and sank to his knees between Sherry’s
outstretched legs.  He placed his palms on her fleshy rump and
leaned in towards her gaping crack.  I could clearly see a
shudder of revulsion pass through his back and quiver his
shoulders.  But he leaned in closer and touched his tongue to her
pussy.  He didn’t hesitate and immediately used the flat of his
tongue to swipe the length of her crack – passing directly over
her dewy pucker and cleaning away the creamy discharge.

“Very good!” I said, genuinely impressed.  “Now get in there and
really scour her out.  Get your tongue up in there and get every
last drop.  I want to see her asshole shine!”

Harvey bent to his task and was as good as my word.  He rimmed
Sherry’s tortured anus furiously, teasing forth another drop of
my spunk as her sphincter slowly relaxed under the pleasing
onslaught.

Then Harvey stiffened his tongue and pushed it firmly into her
ass.  He made surprising headway, plunging into her rectum until
his tongue was fully seated and his chin bottomed out against her
crack.  I could see his jaw working as he pistoned his tongue
inside her anal sheath, scouring away my recent deposit.  Sherry
moaned in helpless pleasure as Harvey’s tongue plied the depths
of her ass. I’m not sure who was enjoying it more.

The depraved sight now made me shiver involuntarily.  It was a
rush.  A hit right into the vein.  And my main vein was fully
hard.

“Nice work.  Now step aside.”

Harvey stumbled slightly as I pushed him away from Sherry’s ass
crack and stepped into his place.  I admired her dilated pucker
and circled her slick sphincter with my index finger.

“Hand me that,” I said to Harvey, pointing at an oil and vinegar
salad set on the window sill next to him.  He daintily picked up
the whole set by the loop in the top and swung it over to me. 
What did he think I was going to do with the vinegar?

“Just this part.  Put the rest away,” I said, taking the oil.

I poured the oil in a thin stream over her asshole and watched as
it dripped down her pussy lips.

“Just adding a little oil to the salad you tossed” I explained
casually.  Then I jammed two fingers deep in her ass with one
smooth stroke.  Sherry grunted, and I could feel her sphincter
bear down reflexively on the intruders.  But the tight ring
quickly relaxed and I began rhythmically pumping her oily
asshole, spreading my fingers so that every upstroke caused the
wrinkled edges of her sphincter to stretch and pull away from her
body.  Soon her anus was blooming like a spring rose.

I pulled my fingers roughly from her ass, eliciting a slight gasp
from Sherry and grabbed my stiff pole.  I gave it one stroke to
spread some of the slippery oil and slid my shaft into place
between her cheeks.  Now it was Sherry’s turn to shiver as I
butted the head of my cock against her ass hole.  I leaned
forward and slowly but forcefully drove the length of my pipe up
her chute in one motion.  Sherry groaned plaintively as my shaft
plumbed the depth of her colon.

Her tone changed to a hissing “Ooooooh…” as I slowly withdrew
from the clutching grasp of her ass.

I drove forward again slowly repeating the process while Sherry
cooed and keened like the finest Stradivari-ass.

“Come closer,” I ordered Harvey.  “Did you ever think you would
see this?”

I pulled my cock from Sherry’s abused asshole.  After two
violations in less than an hour, it gaped open, greasy, red and
raw.  I plunged my shaft back into her ravaged ass and delivered
a few rapid-fire thrusts which set the table and her generous
cheeks shaking.  Harvey stared transfixed at the place where my
root entered his wife’s bowels.  His face was blank but his focus
was clear.  I yanked my cock out and waved it in Harvey’s general
direction.  I laughed out loud as he opened his mouth
reflexively, prepared to take my dirty cock in.

“Very good Harvey,” I laughed.  “You want to show us what you can
do with that mouth of yours?  Is that it?  You want to show us
what you can do with this?”

I taunted him with my soiled, throbbing cock.

“I don’t think so.  Not today.  I think you’d like that too much.
 Don’t you think Harvey would like that, Sherry?”

Sherry looked at me, cross-eyed with lust, and nodded, slowly.

“Uh huh,” she grunted with surprising authority, making me think
that she’d like to see that herself.

“Yes, I agree.  The little cocksucker would like that.  No
Harvey, you can show off your cock sucking talents some other
time.  Now’s not the time, so you just kneel there and watch.”

I set up a pattern, alternating between pumping my cock into
Sherry’s plump ass in rapid fire strokes and pulling it out to
tease Harvey with the sight of my engorged tool and Sherry’s
yawning anus.

Her ass felt absolutely incredible molded around my dick, and I
reveled in the clutching heat of my new toy as I stroked in and
out.  I was surprised at how quickly my climax came on.  I fought
it for as long as I could, but when the end became inevitable, I
yanked my cock from Sherry’s ass and turned toward Harvey as my
twitching cock suddenly exploded, firing a blast of molten sperm
directly into his face.  Another blast caught him right in the
neck, and his hand clutched at his throat in a gesture of
surprise.

I turned back to Sherry and slid my convulsing cock back into her
gaping chute.  I pressed in deep and enjoyed the feel of her
spasming colon milking me through the last few paroxysms.  All
too soon I was done.

I staggered away from the table, pulling my cock from Sherry’s
ass with a noisy slurp.  I gasped for breath, stunned by the
intensity of the illicit ass fuck, and surveyed the scene.

Sherry lay limply sprawled across the table, seemingly drained of
all energy.  Her hair was askew and her skin was flushed and
mottled with sweat and my handprints.  I looked underneath the
explosion of hair and caught a brief glimpse of Sherry’s eyes,
not glazed and vacant as I expected, but seemingly bright with an
emotion that looked a lot like triumph.

* * * * *

The buzzer went off again, and this time Lisa groped for the
switch to shut it off and stumbled off to the bathroom.  Soon I
could hear the shower running as Lisa cleansed herself before the
start of the day.  I felt guilty at what I had done, and by how
aroused I had become thinking of it.  Could I wash away my own
filth, or was this what I had become?  I was shocked and
horrified at what I had done and the depth of the depravity that
had come out of my soul, and especially the ease and joy with
which I had imposed it on my neighbors.  But I also felt a sense
of pride that started as just a warm glow in my stomach and
swelled as I relived the previous day’s events until I burst out
with an audible laugh as I remembered Harvey unwittingly eating
the carrot that had been the instrument of his wife’s anal
de-virginization.

I lay bolt awake and listened to the birds chirp to greet the new
morning as I sorted through my feelings.  Then I had an idea. 
Slowly, I began to form a plan.  A plan that would set everything
right.

* * * * *

Later that afternoon I phoned Sherry and told her that she was
late for her daily servicing and that she needed to come over
right away, which she did.  Sherry looked extremely nervous,
since this was the first time in all the time I had been
dominating her that I had phoned and ordered her to appear.

“Should I, um, undress?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes, of course,” I spat.

I watched her strip with business-like efficiency.  As they
always did, my spirits soared as each layer was peeled away and
first her undergarments then her pale soft flesh came into view.
This time, as she turned to put her clothes on a chair, her ass
came into view and I looked at it with a whole new perspective.

Yesterday it had been a hidden treasure.  An illicit thrill.  An
enjoyable bauble.  Today it was – well, it was mine.  And most of
all, it was a passageway to her soul for me to use to give her
the sort of rough love she desired.

She turned back around and straightened up for inspection, ready
for her next task.  I wasted no time.

“Come over here.”

Sherry came forward until she was directly in front of me, where
I immediately guided her to her knees and thrust my swiftly
stiffening dick in her face.  She took it in without any delay.

With practiced precision she began rapidly sucking me in and out
to bring me to full hardness, pausing only to deposit a big wet
dollop of saliva on the end of my tool.  When I was at full
salute, I grabbed her ears and took complete control, steadily
fucking her face.  I plunged readily into her accommodating
mouth, plugging her throat a little deeper with each stroke.  I
noted with some pride that she scarcely seemed to struggle to
accommodate the intruder in her windpipe.

“You’re ready for the next step.  You can do so much more.  Yes,
you’re ready for the next step, and I called you over to talk
about it.  Are you prepared to discuss taking the next step?”

Of course, her mouth was a little too full to respond.  She
looked up at me with her mouth stretched around my deeply
embedded pole and nodded.  Some sort of grunt emerged from her
throat.

“Good.  I knew you would be,” I said, tilting her head to capture
her gaze.

While still looking directly in her eyes I began pumping my cock
rapidly into the back of her throat, using my grip on her ears to
pull her forward roughly with each stroke, impaling her
ruthlessly on my skewer.  I pulled back only far enough to gather
momentum, never fully leaving her throat.  I jack-hammered her
trachea without pause for about thirty seconds, until she began
to gag.  When I withdrew my shaft it came out with a gasp
followed by some weak sputtering.

“You may be surprised by what I’m going to tell you.  You may
even think you can’t do it.  But I’m confident you’re going to
enjoy it.  And more importantly, I’m sure that I’m going to enjoy
it.”

I set up a slow, steady rhythm, pummeling her esophagus with my
cock as I slowly told her my plan.  I wanted to make sure she
understood the details of my instructions.  At one point I
stopped with my cock fully sheathed in her throat and asked her
to blink twice if she understood.  When I was convinced that she
understood the plan, I returned to the rapid fire face fucking,
pounding my cock into her mouth until I fired my come directly
down her gullet and into her stomach.

I left the room without a word.  Sherry let herself out.

* * * * *

The next day was Saturday.  With the kids gone to a series of
play dates and activities, Lisa and I invited Harvey and Sherry
over for coffee, like any other suburban neighbors.  We sat
around chit chatting and sipping fair trade Nicaraguan dark
roast.  Harvey was like a teenager, silent and sullen, but I
don’t think Lisa even noticed.  It wasn’t that out of character
for him, and Sherry more than made up for it.  She chattered and
flitted around with the nervous energy of a canary at a hungry
cat convention.

For my part, I was tense and excited.  It was an ambitious plan,
and a big risk, and I wasn’t sure the plan would work.  But more
than that, I was amazed at what I was trying to achieve – at what
I had become.  It was a plan worthy of the Marquis himself, and I
was amazed at my own need to expand my sexual dominion.

Just then the gardeners arrived for our weekly cut and blow of
the lawn, and I called Harvey into the kitchen.

“Enjoying the morning?” I asked breezily.

“Whatever,” he replied, channeling his inner teenager

“The fun hasn’t even started yet.  But don’t you worry, I’ve got
an exciting morning planned, and I know you’re going to like it.
Here’s how it’s going to go.

“Some time this morning, Sherry is going to give you some
instructions.  You won’t like what she tells you to do, but
you’re going to do it, exactly how she tells you to do it.”

Unsurprisingly, he resisted this new degradation.

“What?  Her?  Why?  I can’t do that!” he protested.

“Oh Harvey,” I sighed.  “You can and you will.  In fact, you’re
not even going to say a word.  If I hear so much as a whimper out
of you, it will be the last role you play in this game ever
again.  You see Harvey; this is how I’ve decided it’s going to
be.  If you don’t like it, well, that’s your choice.  I think you
know what Sherry’s chosen.  Of course if you’d prefer to be
excluded from our fun, you can just go home and we’ll do it
without you?”

I waited, but Harvey didn’t budge.

“I didn’t think so.  Now go.”

I went back to the living room where Sherry and Lisa were chit
chatting away.

“Ladies, sorry to interrupt.  I’ve got to step out for a bit. 
I’m meeting a prospective contractor to see some of his work at
another house.  I should be back in an hour or so.  I showed
Harvey how to make coffee and he’s brewing a new pot.”

The women expressed their regrets but didn’t look too concerned
about my departure, so I walked out, loudly slamming the door
behind me.

I drove around the block twice and then parked next door so that
I could sneak back into the house without being noticed.  I let
myself in the front door quietly.  I tiptoed towards the living
room, where I could hear the murmur of the girls’ conversation. 
Sherry was talking.

“Sometimes it’s good to give up control.  I was with a man who
appeared nice and normal on the outside.  Who looks normal, but
make no mistake, he’s always in control.  He told me what to do –
and I did it without hesitation.  And he’s not nice at all.  He
makes me do terrible things.  Things that I never dreamed I could
do – still can’t believe I did – and yet afterward I felt
completely like I have stepped out of myself in the best way. 
Expanded.  Empowered.

“Harvey does that for you?” whispered Lisa, incredulously.

Sherry laughed out loud.  “Hardly!  No, he’s the complete
opposite.  A lap dog.  Total bitch in fact.  Watch this.  Harvey!
 Come here.”

Harvey poked his head through the door from the kitchen.

“Coffee’ll be ready in a minute,” he said, hiding behind the door
as if that would protect him from whatever Sherry was going to
say.

“Come here!” Sherry ordered.  She spoke quietly, but firmly.

Harvey slunk over to the sofa where the ladies were sitting,
presenting himself in front of her like a petulant child.

“Turn around.” Sherry said, brusquely.

Harvey slowly turned around to look out the big glass window at
the patio, where one of the gardeners was blowing leaves and dust
off the surface with a high powered leaf blower.

“Go see him.  What we were talking about the other day?  Well,
now it is the time.  Show us what you can do.  And make it good.
All the way.  So we can see.”

Harvey stared at her incredulously.  I’ll give him credit; he
didn’t make any outward protest, although he was clearly shocked.
 He stared from Sherry to the gardener, Oscar I think his name
was, and back.  Oscar was young and slightly built.  About
nineteen or twenty, long straggly black hair, dark skin, probably
Guatemalan like his boss José, and wearing jeans and a black
long-sleeved t-shirt which did little to disguise how
sweat-stained and grubby he really was.

I noticed Harvey look around, as if for a last-minute reprieve,
and then draw a deep breath, resigned to his fate.  He trudged
back through the kitchen and out the door onto the patio.  It was
silent in the room, except for the muffled roar of the leaf
blower in the background.

The girls and I watched Harvey come into view and yell at Oscar.
Initially Oscar didn’t hear him above the roar, so Harvey, rather
comically, began to shout and wave his arms, which did catch
Oscar’s attention.  Oscar killed the leaf blower, took the
battered, dusty headphones from his ears and looked at Harvey
curiously.

We could see, but not hear the transaction take place on the
other side of the glass.  Oscar was initially obviously surprised
and reluctant.  He jumped back one step, causing Harvey to put up
his hands in a gesture of surrender.  Harvey said something. 
They appeared to be negotiating.

Oscar looked around suspiciously, and I could hear Lisa take a
deep breath as he looked directly through the glass in her
direction.  I knew that the glare of the early sun would prevent
him from seeing inside, and so did she, but it was startling
nonetheless.

Suddenly Oscar moved to the side of the patio, behind a tall
potted ficus and nodded at Harvey.  I had a chill run up my
spine.  It was happening!

Harvey quickly took his place in front of Oscar and dropped to
his knees.  He pawed at Oscars stained jeans but Oscar brushed
him off and efficiently unbuckled his belt and fly and quickly
slid his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock dangle
free.  It was still soft and not tremendously impressive, but was
rapidly hardening.  It was enough to draw a gasp from Sherry.

“Oh my God,” she hissed, even though she was supposed to have
ordered this.

Meanwhile, Harvey wasted no time.  He plunged forward and
captured Oscar’s tumescent prick in his mouth and began furiously
sucking.

“Oh my God…” Lisa echoed as she watched through the glass while
Harvey bobbed up and down on Oscar’s pole.  Despite the action on
the other side of the glass, the silence was eerie, like a gay
silent stag reel from the thirties.  Harvey did his best to
please his audience, sucking with single-minded efficiency. 
Oscar closed his eyes and appeared to be concentrating very hard.

While they watched, Sherry began to touch herself.  At first her
hand dropped surreptitiously into her lap and began an
inconspicuous rubbing motion on the outside of her shorts.  But
then, apparently needing more stimulation, Sherry reached under
her shirt and began to caress her own breasts.

I saw her slip her bra down freeing one breast and, with hardly
any pretense of modesty, crush the heaving flesh with her own
hand.  She gave a little moan as she tweaked her own nipple, and
I saw Lisa notice Sherry’s activities for the first time.

Sherry saw Lisa notice her too, and turned to her with a wry
smile.  “I’m sorry.  This makes me so hot.  I hope you don’t
mind.  I just can’t help it.  You should go for it too.”

And with that, Sherry began rapidly unbuttoning her shirt to
expose her surging chest and bullet-hard nipples.  At the same
time she pulled up her skirt and plunged her hand inside her
underwear and right into her hungry snatch.  Sherry was following
the script perfectly, but it didn't seem to be much of an act. 
Her enthusiasm was obvious.

“Oh my God!” Sherry moaned, “Look at that!”

Lisa turned her attention back to the patio, where Oscar was now
thrusting his turgid cock rapidly into Harvey’s face, fucking his
compliant mouth at will.

“That’s so hot!” Sherry moaned.  She shimmied her panties down
her hips and resumed franticly rubbing her greedy puss.

I could see Lisa watch Sherry, fascinated by both acts going on
in front of her and not knowing where to look first.  Then, it
happened.  Almost instinctively, seemingly overwhelmed by the
display of raw lust all around her, Lisa raised a hand and began
to paw her own chest through her shirt.

‘Oh my God,’ I silently screamed.  It was happening!  I felt a
shiver pass through me with a jolt so strong it left a bitter
taste in my mouth, like the time in the fourth grade my friend
had dared me to lick a lantern battery.

“Look at him suck that cock!” Sherry blurted.  “That little
bitch.  Have you ever seen anything so hot?”

Then Sherry gave a loud moan as she pulled her nipple out away
from her body with a hard twist.  Lisa’s mouth gaped in either
shock or fascination, and Sherry caught her eye.

“Come on, join me – let’s do this together.”

Lisa tore her eyes from Sherry’s distended nipple and looked up
her face.  She placed both hands on her own breasts and gave an
exaggerated squeeze.  Sherry gave a broad smile.

“Yeah, that’s it.  Do it.  …Oh, yeah, that’s it!” Sherry screamed
and thrust her hips lewdly in the air, exposing her steaming slit
as she furiously rubbed her angry clit.

I smiled, recognizing the move from her many private performances
for me.  And yet, this was different.  Although she was still
responding to my demands, this performance was not pure sexual
abandon released by my dominant control.  No, she knew what she
was doing.  This had a purpose.  Sherry had transformed into an
accomplished seductress.

Lisa stared in awe at Sherry’s bawdy display and began to
unbutton her blouse with one hand, while the other casually slid
down into her lap.

Suddenly, Sherry jumped up and franticly wrestled off her shirt
and flung it away.  “I’ve got to get naked,” she moaned urgently.
 “Come on, you do it too.” She kicked away her puddled shorts and
panties and was naked except for her little half-height tennis
socks.

Lisa stood up too and continued to unbutton her shirt.  As her
bare shoulder and bra straps came into view, I realized I’d never
been more excited to see my wife strip.  Her shirt fell away,
revealing her heaving chest and engorged nipples, which were
visibly straining at the sheer fabric of her bra.  Lisa also
shimmied off her shorts, although she modestly kept her panties
on.

Both women were standing, staring out the window in similar
poses.  One hand squeezing a tender breast, and the other between
their legs delving into a needy pussy, together they watched the
live gay sex show with eager abandon.  I couldn’t help but
compare the two women and revel in my good fortune.

Both were fine specimens of Southern California motherhood.  Lisa
was a little taller and more athletic, while Sherry was rounder
and plumper.  Both were long-haired brunettes, although Sherry
was darker, almost black haired, while Lisa’s was a lighter,
auburn shade.  Despite her thinner hips and leaner form, Lisa had
the bigger tits.  I knew that without the bra, her tits would
slump down her chest in a not unappealing fashion.  Sherry’s tits
were a small firm handful, and her prominent wine-dark nipples
were getting a serious workout as she pulled violently on the
swollen nubs and twisted them away from her body.

Sherry turned to Lisa and said, “Let me help you.” She reached
out and grasped the clasp on Lisa’s bra and unbuckled it in one
efficient twist.  She pulled the straps down her shoulders and
off in one smooth motion.

“Oooh, nice,” Sherry cooed as Lisa’s large tits came into view.

She reached out and slowly, almost reverentially passed a single
fingertip over the side of one of Lisa’s breasts.  Lisa shuddered
at the feathery touch and her hand seemed to move a little faster
inside her panties.  Sherry continued her light, teasing caress,
tracing the bottom of Lisa’s plump mound until she reached her
sweaty cleavage.  There she abandoned the tease and placed her
full hand on Lisa’s tit, rubbing the smooth surface.  At the same
time she encircled Lisa’s straining nipple and captured it
between her thumb and forefinger with a quick, vicious squeeze.

Harvey’s humiliating suck job was now forgotten as both women
were consumed with burning lust.  Lisa turned towards Sherry with
her mouth open in a silent gasp and her eyes clouded with hunger.
 As if she knew it was going to happen, Sherry leaned forward and
captured Lisa’s mouth in her own with a smoldering deep kiss. 
The two women embraced in a tit-crushing hug and Sherry’s other
hand slid down Lisa’s back and came to rest on her panty-clad
ass.

Lisa whimpered into Sherry’s mouth as Sherry slid her hand inside
the back of Lisa’s panties and tugged the fabric tightly into her
crotch.  Lisa returned the embrace, and I watched in fascination
as her hands groped for Sherry’s heaving chest.  Sherry,
meanwhile, was not content with using the panties to ravish Lisa
pussy and instead thrust her hand inside the sodden panties and
deep into her steaming hole.  Even over Lisa’s anguished moans I
could hear the wet sloshing of Sherry’s fingers as she franticly
frigged Lisa’s hard clit and gushing cunt.

Soon the women were writhing like snakes, their hands roving over
each other’s heaving breasts and from one sluicing pussy to the
other.

And that’s when I walked in.

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