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I live but a short ways from the office, located in suburbia, so I was home inside of 15 minutes, and now awaited the arrival of Denise, a 42yr old woman who was agreeing to be with me to protect her home and husband. At a few minutes of 3 I heard a car pull into the open garage on the side of the house. I got up and went the garage entrance doors and opened it, then punched the garage door switch and the door began to close. Denise opened her car door and got out. Coming into the house, she said she was a bit nervous. I asked if she'd like something to drink, and she said no, that she'd be okay, if I could give her a few minutes to relax. I invited her to make herself at home and look around. I live alone in a 6800 square foot home with 2 cars and no pets. The house has three levels. The main with the kitchen, dining, breakfast, main entry, great room and music room. On the 2nd floor is the master bed and bath along with 2 other bed and baths. The basement or terrace level had a theater, poolroom, bar, dance floor and another bed and bath. As Denise move about the house I got to look at her more carefully. She was wearing a business suit and about a 2" heel. Per usual her hair was neatly done along with her makeup. Finally, she turned and asked, would you like to go to the bedroom? No, I said, lets go to the great room instead. I noticed her hesitate and begins to say something and then not, but followed me into the great room. I sat down on the sofa and invited her to sit across from me in one of the side chairs. Denise, I said, for me anyway, there is more than just going to bed, now stand up please, I want to look at you. Denise stood in front of the chair and looked down at me. From the look on her face, it was hard to tell if she was angry, on the verge of tears or what was going through her mind. So, tell me a little about yourself, I began. What do you want to know she asked? Well you are how old, I asked. 42 she replied. And you went to school where. High school was in Springfield, Ohio and then I went to Ohio State where I met Jeff. And you've been together for....22years she said. And you have 2 sons, correct. Yes. Ever been....unfaithful, no never....please please don't make me do this, I beg you, I'll find a job and repay you every cent with interest, just please....she started to break down. Denise I said sternly, get in your car and get the hell out of here. I'll go to the office and open the safe. No no, please I'm sorry, I didn't mean she stammered. It just that, look you've got a beautiful home, nice cars, own a company and could get any woman you wanted, so why me. Because I said, you're not attainable, least ways under normal circumstances. However, I didn't trap Jeff, he trapped himself, and you've elected to stand by him. So I'm selling you the opportunity of keeping him out of jail, keeping your home, and keeping him. The price is doing as I say, and making yourself available sexually, now shall we continue? Yes, I'm sorry, she said. OK, so to continue, Jeff is the only man you've been with, or were there others? I had a couple of boyfriends in college before meeting Jeff. Did you fuck them? Yes, she replied, taken back a bit by my sudden change in language. And since marrying Jeff, you've been faithful. Yes. You and he ever talk about adding to your sex lives. Like how, she asked. Well, ever talked about visiting a topless beach, going to a swing club, swapping things like that. No, but one time Jeff jokingly suggested that our then neighbor, who was by herself, might want to join us for a 3some. And what did you think of that idea. I told him no way. And did you fight over this, or what? No, but for a little while he kept teasing me about it, and making comments. Comments like what? Well, like my breasts were bigger than hers were, and he wouldn't leave me for her and so on. Were you bigger than she was? I think so. Did you ever think about her and you being naked together. You mean, she asked. Well sort of, I said. No, no never. Have you ever been with a woman, I asked. No, snapped back the answer. So you've never...no, not ever, she said. And what about if I turn the question around and ask if another woman has ever been with you. Same thing, no she answered. So in college, or elsewhere, no other woman has let's say touched you. No never she said. How tall are you I asked. 5'8" was the reply. And you wear a size what dress? 6 or 8 depending on where it was made. What are you wearing today, I asked. Well this business suit, as I thought you would like it. Thanks, I said, but tell me about everything you have on. You mean, oh... Well this is a two piece business suit with the skirt and jacket. I'm also wearing a blouse under the jacket as you can tell. And what else, I asked. A bra and panties she said, and oh yes, my heels. Very nice selection I said, now for a start, how about you lift your skirt so I can see you legs. Holding back her tears, Denise bent over and started to lift her skirt. No, I said, just gather it up. She dropped the hem and lowered her arms to her thighs where she began to gather the cloth. As more and more of her shapely legs were revealed, I knew I was indeed very lucky to have been at the right place at the right time with respect to Jeff's problem. I told Denise to turn around slowly, which she did. Thanks, you've got lovely legs I said, now let's take that jacket off, so I can see how big your tits are. Her look said it all when I referred to her breasts as tits, but she didn't say anything, just unbuttoned her jacket and slipped out of it. After laying her jacket to the side she turned and faced me. I looked into her eyes and could not detect any emotion, hate, love, and lust. Just sort of a blank stare. So staring right back at her, I asked, Denise, do you like it when men stare or look at your tits? Yes, I suppose so, she said. Do you ever tease guys with your tits? No, not intentionally. So, if you were to lets say put on a low cut dress, you wouldn't be looking and thinking about how much you were showing. No, I'd buy a dress that I liked and felt comfortable in. Okay, I said, but I think you've got very nice tits, so I'm going to enjoy looking at them, is that okay. Denise offered no reply. Denise, I began, now I want you to walk to the other side of the room, and then turn and walk back here. Dropping the gathered skirt, she turned and walked away from me as I looked at how her hips swayed beneath her skirt. Now as she started walking back to me, I focused on her chest and could easily see some movement under her blouse. You're a very pretty and sexy woman I said, now lets shed the skirt and blouse. Here, she asked. Yes, I said, here. But the windows, it's all glass and anyone can see she said. The only one seeing is me. The backyard is enclosed with a oversized privacy fence. Please, I don't feel right about this, she said, can't we go and be more private. No, I said, I'm quite comfortable here, now continue please. Denise reached to her waist and unzipped her skirt. Then unhooked the fastener and slid it down over her hips letting it fall to the floor where she stepped out of it. I noticed that the length of her blouse was covering her panties, so reasoned that she was delaying things as long as possible. As she moved her fingers to the top button on her blouse, her hand shook a little and the button came undone. The second button, then the third. I was now able to see the upper edge of the V in her bra, as she continued to unbutton the blouse. Finally with the blouse unbuttoned, I told her to pull it open. Denise stood before me with her blouse open and I could see the cups of her bra and the front of her panties as well. Take the blouse off I said. She slipped it from her shoulders and placed it on top of the jacket beside her, then with her arms at her side, faced me. How about a smile, I asked. I'm sorry I'm just very nervous she said. Then sit down and we'll talk some, okay? Yes, thank you, she said and took a seat holding her knees tight together. So you wear a size 6 or 8 dress I said. Yes, it depends on the manufacture and even where it was made. Today the foreign manufactures all have different sizes for the same size, if you know what I mean. Yes, I think so, I replied. So, what's your favorite color, I asked? I favor purple she replied. Yet, I said, you're wearing a white bra and panty. I didn't know if you'd like the color, so I didn't want to disappoint you she replied. And what's your favorite perfume, I asked. I like Jessica McClintock, though I also like standards like Channel #5. And your favorite food and music. Well seafood and anything chocolate, along with some good jazz and good rhythm show tunes. And what do you like to do for fun, I asked. Oh, traveling, when we can afford it, shopping, swimming, the beach and taking care of my home and family. Well you're taking care of your home and family now, aren't you. Yes, I guess I am. Do you know what your measurements are, I asked. I knew you were going to ask she smiled, so I measured this morning. I have a 28" waist and 37" hips. And your bra size, I asked. I'm a 36D, she said. Very nice, I said, and what size panties do you have on? Size 6 she said. Very nice, I said, thank you. She sort of smiled at me and then looked away realizing she was sitting in front of a stranger man in nothing but her bra and panties. This too was about to change. Denise, I said, push your shoulder straps down. She cautiously moved her left hand across and lifted the strap from her shoulder, then her right hand did the same for the left strap, but she kept her arms in front of her thereby attempting to cover herself. Denise, I asked, you ashamed of your tits? She looked at me, but didn't answer, instead looking down and then moving her arms away from the front of her. Please can't you just do it, why are you humiliating me she asked. Well dear, I just don't want to DO IT, and as for humiliating you, perhaps you'd like me to call you Mrs. Cole to remind you of your marital status. No, please, I'm sorry, she begged. Regardless, I think I like calling you Mrs. Cole, it keeps a degree of formality and serves to remind, doesn't it, I said. Now stand up please. She stood up. Now like before, walk to the other side and come back here, I said. As she moved away from me, I could see the shadow of the crack between her ass beneath her panties. Then she turned and began to walk towards me. Now doubt now, her tits was giggling very nicely. As she stopped in front of me, I told her to first put her hands behind her head, then turn around. Next I instructed her to put her hands on her knees and lean over as far as she could. Mrs. Cole, I said, you've got lovely looking tits. Does your husband appreciate them, I asked. Denise looked at me, not glaring, but with a part way upset look on her face. Well you can count on it that I will, I said with a smile. Now how about taking that bra off, I said, as it looks so uncomfortable. Denise stared blankly at me for a second or two, then exhaled loudly and reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Just let it fall, I said and the bra slipped away from her and the straps slid off her arms and finally onto the floor. You're beautiful I said, very very nice, and your nipples, I love that shade of pink and the nubs, they are so cute standing up for me. Come here I commanded. Denise stepped closer, then stood in front of me. I grasped her hands and moved them to my shoulders, causing her to bend over and her fully developed mature magnificent tits to be hanging in front of my face. With my hands still on her arms, I pulled gently which caused her tits to sway ever so gently in front of me. I then reached and encircled each tit gently squeezing it and rubbing my thumb over the nipple and then pulled one to my lips where I licked and sucked on it. Denise moaned and for the first time asked me to suck her other breast. I pulled her close to my lips and said, Mrs. Cole, you mean your tit, don't you. Yes, please she replied. So I was happy to comply. As I finished and removed my hands from her, it appeared that her tits were very sensitive as her nipples were extended. I reached up and pinched one gently, and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. Again she reacted asking me for more. As much as I didn't want to, I stopped and pushed her back where she stood in front of me once again. Mrs. Cole, I began, but she said, please don't call me that, call me Denise, that's my name. But your are Mrs. Jeffery Cole, aren't you, I asked. Yes, please don't. And your husband is a thief, isn't he. Yes, please, I beg you, she said. And you are standing here half-naked and I'm not your husband, am I. No, Yes, oh please she said very confused like. Denise, I said, rather sternly to be sure to get her attention, take off your panties. She looked at me, then to either side, as if someone else might be watching and move her hands to her waistband. She then pulled the elastic a little and began sliding the panty down her legs and over her shoes until she stepped out of it. What's this, I said looking at her crotch. Suddenly distracted she looked down to see if something was wrong, but could see nothing abnormal. What, she asked. The hair, I said. How can I see and enjoy your pussy when its all hidden. She didn't say a word, as I next told her to sit down. Somewhat relieved she was seated, again with her knees clamped tight. I again wanted to throw her off balance, so I began, now Mrs. Cole tell me, does playing with your tits excite you. Yes she said. And what type of tit play are you referring to, I asked. Please she said, no tell me, I immediately replied. I like it when they are squeezed and pulled on and when you pinch and kiss my nipples. And does this make your pussy wet, I asked. Yes she answered quietly. So your pussy is wet now, I said. Yes, she answered. Denise, I asked, does Mrs. Cole ever masturbate? Sometimes, she replied. Again throwing in a twist, I said, now Mrs. Cole, open your legs for me so I can see your pretty pussy. Denise slowly responded by opening her legs, but not really open. Mrs. Cole, I said, spread your legs over the chair arms or lift them high, it doesn't matter, but again I want to see your cunt. She scooted to the edge of the cushion and then spread her legs over the arm rests of the chair. There was certainly nothing left to imagine, but every little extra bit helps. Now how about being a real sweetie, I said, and pull that pussy open for me. Somewhat resigned, Denise moved her hands between her legs and used her fingers to peal back her pussy lips further exposing the glistening sweet pink of her cunt to me. I moved from the chair and move got down on my knees in front of Denise and instantly placed my lips over her pussy beginning to drive my tongue into her hole. She squealed, moaned and began to thrust her hips into my face. It didn't take long for her to stiffen, scream out and climax for me. Does Jeff service your pussy like that I asked? No, no, not often she replied. Now finish undressing me, I said. Denise sat up and moved to my belt, which she undid and then unzipped my pants. Next she moved to unfasten the hook which held the waistband together and finally the hidden button which joined the two halves. She then moved the pants down over my legs as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them. Standing before her with my obvious hard on, she reached to my waist and pulled on the elastic holding my boxers. As they slid down, they obviously caught on my cock, which when she pulled on the fabric caused it to pull the cock down and then it sprang back and was staring at her. Now I'll be the first to admit that I haven't spent my life running to the men's room to compare cocks, and certainly not hard on's with others, so just based on reading, seeing some xxx movies, I'd say I'm somewhat average, if there is truly an average. If you get a tape measure, my cock will be just shy of 9" long and about 2" thick. This is what now was looking at Denise. Go ahead, I said, touch it. Denise raised her hand and encircled my shaft and looked up at me. Well, I said, kiss your new best friend hello. Please she said, don't make me. What, I asked, you mean that you don't suck Jeff's cock. No, she whimpered, I'll use my hand for you and she started to stroke me. I was dismayed, but as well as having a raging hard on, I also wanted to further humiliate her and break her down. So you've never ever sucked a cock, I said. No, not really, she said. And what does that mean, I asked, and you'd better tell me the truth, I added. Once in college, after a party, I was pretty drunk and I remember my date wanting me to, but as he was much drunk than I was, I just licked him and then we both passed out. And now, I said, 20 years later, two kids and lord know how many fucks, you ... my voice trailed off. And Jeff, I asked the obvious. He asked me once, but that was the last time he asked, she replied. Well Mrs. Cole, I emphasized strongly, you're never to old to learn, so. Oh, no, please she begged, as I grabbed my cock and shoved it towards her face. Denise, I commanded, open your mouth and kiss my cock. No no, please I beg you, anything, just don't make me do that, she replied. Well then get your cloths and get out of my house, I said. Perhaps I'll see you during the trial, and I pulled away from her. She burst into tears, and begged me not to, but to give her another chance. Another chance I said, what is this a constant negotiation I asked. I tell you something and then have to fight with you or threaten and remind you, then you want to negotiate some more. This isn't going to happen, I said, now get your cloths and leave. Please Jeff couldn't survive in jail, and the boys and I, we'd have nothing left, what would I do, she cried. So you did hear me when I told you these things, I said. Yes, she said. But, you what, I asked, thought you'd have it your way. Yes, no she stammered. I'm sorry, please don't report Jeff. Okay Mrs. Cole, but this is going to cost you something extra, I said. Yes, I understand, I'm sorry she said and reached for my cock with her hand. As she inched herself closer to my cock she flicked out her tongue and licked my cockhead, then began to turn her head as she slid her tongue beneath my shaft and continued to lick. When she finished and pull back for a second, I move myself forward pushing my cock against her lips. Denise I said sharply and push a little. She opened her mouth and my cockhead moved between her lips. For a few long, very long seconds, she did nothing, but then she began to lightly suck on my cock, and move and explore with her tongue. I decided not to push her but to let her go on her own for a little while. She was getting better and better, a real natural, as I began to moan some and react to her mouth's attention to my cock. Finally I couldn't hold back much longer, so I reached for her head and held her in place as I started to fuck her face and push further into her throat. I could hear her failed attempts at saying NO, but in a few short strokes I exploded into her mouth and held her tight forcing her to swallow. When the natural reflex of swallowing was over I released her head and she pulled away from my slowly shrinking cock. A few coughs and reflex swallows and Denise looked up at me with just a little cum trickling out the side of her mouth. I was curious to see what she was going to do, not having a cloth or tissue, so she just whipped her mouth with her hand. Denise I said, that was a very good beginning, now lick your hand clean so nothing gets on the furniture or carpet. She didn't say a word, but immediately proceeded to do so. I do believe that you and I are finally coming to some understanding, have we not, I asked. Yes, she nodded. Good, I said, now come with me. I lead her into the master bathroom and told her to sit up on the vanity. I then pulled out a can of shaving cream and filled my hand with lather. She immediately realized what I was about to do and crossed her legs. Jeff will realize, she said. Not my problem I said, you can tell him what you like, now spread your legs. Denise with some reluctance spread her legs for me and I began to rub the shaving cream into her pussy hairs matting them. I then took some scissors and began to cut away globs of her hair. I then spread more shaving cream over her and with a new razor blade began shaving her. It didn't take to long, maybe 5 minutes before I was finished and stepped back to see her beautiful bald pussy. Keep it that way, I said, pulling her off the vanity into the bedroom and on to the bed where I immediately spread her legs and locked lips with her pussy pushing my tongue into her lovehole. As she thrashed on the bed beneath me, I came up for air and positioned my cock over her entryway parting her pussy to begin to accept me inside her. She spread her legs further apart and reached down and grabbed my cock, which she moved over her clit and finally guided to slip into her cunt. I fucked her for about 5 minutes before I dumped my load in her and as I rolled off of her I told her to clean me up. She got up and I asked, Mrs.Cole, where are you going. To get a towel she replied. Come here, I said, now lick me clean. The blood drained from her face, but she didn't argue as she lowered her head and began doing just that. Afterwards, I reminded her that she was still obligated and was mine to do as I please with. Then I sent her home telling her that I'd call her. Being the boss certainly has its advantages. I'm free to make my own decisions, and come and go as I choose. About 2:30 in the afternoon I announced that I was leaving for the day and walked out of the office. I live but a short ways from the office, located in suburbia, so I was home inside of 15 minutes, and now awaited the arrival of Denise, a 42yr old woman who was agreeing to be with me to protect her home and husband. At a few minutes of 3 I heard a car pull into the open garage on the side of the house. I got up and went the garage entrance doors and opened it, then punched the garage door switch and the door began to close. Denise opened her car door and got out. Coming into the house, she said she was a bit nervous. I asked if she'd like something to drink, and she said no, that she'd be okay, if I could give her a few minutes to relax. I invited her to make herself at home and look around. I live alone in a 6800 square foot home with 2 cars and no pets. The house has three levels. The main with the kitchen, dining, breakfast, main entry, great room and music room. On the 2nd floor is the master bed and bath along with 2 other bed and baths. The basement or terrace level had a theater, poolroom, bar, dance floor and another bed and bath. As Denise move about the house I got to look at her more carefully. She was wearing a business suit and about a 2" heel. Per usual her hair was neatly done along with her makeup. Finally, she turned and asked, would you like to go to the bedroom? No, I said, lets go to the great room instead. I noticed her hesitate and begins to say something and then not, but followed me into the great room. I sat down on the sofa and invited her to sit across from me in one of the side chairs. Denise, I said, for me anyway, there is more than just going to bed, now stand up please, I want to look at you. Denise stood in front of the chair and looked down at me. From the look on her face, it was hard to tell if she was angry, on the verge of tears or what was going through her mind. So, tell me a little about yourself, I began. What do you want to know she asked? Well you are how old, I asked. 42 she replied. And you went to school where. High school was in Springfield, Ohio and then I went to Ohio State where I met Jeff. And you've been together for....22years she said. And you have 2 sons, correct. Yes. Ever been....unfaithful, no never....please please don't make me do this, I beg you, I'll find a job and repay you every cent with interest, just please....she started to break down. Denise I said sternly, get in your car and get the hell out of here. I'll go to the office and open the safe. No no, please I'm sorry, I didn't mean she stammered. It just that, look you've got a beautiful home, nice cars, own a company and could get any woman you wanted, so why me. Because I said, you're not attainable, least ways under normal circumstances. However, I didn't trap Jeff, he trapped himself, and you've elected to stand by him. So I'm selling you the opportunity of keeping him out of jail, keeping your home, and keeping him. The price is doing as I say, and making yourself available sexually, now shall we continue? Yes, I'm sorry, she said. OK, so to continue, Jeff is the only man you've been with, or were there others? I had a couple of boyfriends in college before meeting Jeff. Did you fuck them? Yes, she replied, taken back a bit by my sudden change in language. And since marrying Jeff, you've been faithful. Yes. You and he ever talk about adding to your sex lives. Like how, she asked. Well, ever talked about visiting a topless beach, going to a swing club, swapping things like that. No, but one time Jeff jokingly suggested that our then neighbor, who was by herself, might want to join us for a 3some. And what did you think of that idea. I told him no way. And did you fight over this, or what? No, but for a little while he kept teasing me about it, and making comments. Comments like what? Well, like my breasts were bigger than hers were, and he wouldn't leave me for her and so on. Were you bigger than she was? I think so. Did you ever think about her and you being naked together. You mean, she asked. Well sort of, I said. No, no never. Have you ever been with a woman, I asked. No, snapped back the answer. So you've never...no, not ever, she said. And what about if I turn the question around and ask if another woman has ever been with you. Same thing, no she answered. So in college, or elsewhere, no other woman has let's say touched you. No never she said. How tall are you I asked. 5'8" was the reply. And you wear a size what dress? 6 or 8 depending on where it was made. What are you wearing today, I asked. Well this business suit, as I thought you would like it. Thanks, I said, but tell me about everything you have on. You mean, oh... Well this is a two piece business suit with the skirt and jacket. I'm also wearing a blouse under the jacket as you can tell. And what else, I asked. A bra and panties she said, and oh yes, my heels. Very nice selection I said, now for a start, how about you lift your skirt so I can see you legs. Holding back her tears, Denise bent over and started to lift her skirt. No, I said, just gather it up. She dropped the hem and lowered her arms to her thighs where she began to gather the cloth. As more and more of her shapely legs were revealed, I knew I was indeed very lucky to have been at the right place at the right time with respect to Jeff's problem. I told Denise to turn around slowly, which she did. Thanks, you've got lovely legs I said, now let's take that jacket off, so I can see how big your tits are. Her look said it all when I referred to her breasts as tits, but she didn't say anything, just unbuttoned her jacket and slipped out of it. After laying her jacket to the side she turned and faced me. I looked into her eyes and could not detect any emotion, hate, love, and lust. Just sort of a blank stare. So staring right back at her, I asked, Denise, do you like it when men stare or look at your tits? Yes, I suppose so, she said. Do you ever tease guys with your tits? No, not intentionally. So, if you were to lets say put on a low cut dress, you wouldn't be looking and thinking about how much you were showing. No, I'd buy a dress that I liked and felt comfortable in. Okay, I said, but I think you've got very nice tits, so I'm going to enjoy looking at them, is that okay. Denise offered no reply. Denise, I began, now I want you to walk to the other side of the room, and then turn and walk back here. Dropping the gathered skirt, she turned and walked away from me as I looked at how her hips swayed beneath her skirt. Now as she started walking back to me, I focused on her chest and could easily see some movement under her blouse. You're a very pretty and sexy woman I said, now lets shed the skirt and blouse. Here, she asked. Yes, I said, here. But the windows, it's all glass and anyone can see she said. The only one seeing is me. The backyard is enclosed with a oversized privacy fence. Please, I don't feel right about this, she said, can't we go and be more private. No, I said, I'm quite comfortable here, now continue please. Denise reached to her waist and unzipped her skirt. Then unhooked the fastener and slid it down over her hips letting it fall to the floor where she stepped out of it. I noticed that the length of her blouse was covering her panties, so reasoned that she was delaying things as long as possible. As she moved her fingers to the top button on her blouse, her hand shook a little and the button came undone. The second button, then the third. I was now able to see the upper edge of the V in her bra, as she continued to unbutton the blouse. Finally with the blouse unbuttoned, I told her to pull it open. Denise stood before me with her blouse open and I could see the cups of her bra and the front of her panties as well. Take the blouse off I said. She slipped it from her shoulders and placed it on top of the jacket beside her, then with her arms at her side, faced me. How about a smile, I asked. I'm sorry I'm just very nervous she said. Then sit down and we'll talk some, okay? Yes, thank you, she said and took a seat holding her knees tight together. So you wear a size 6 or 8 dress I said. Yes, it depends on the manufacture and even where it was made. Today the foreign manufactures all have different sizes for the same size, if you know what I mean. Yes, I think so, I replied. So, what's your favorite color, I asked? I favor purple she replied. Yet, I said, you're wearing a white bra and panty. I didn't know if you'd like the color, so I didn't want to disappoint you she replied. And what's your favorite perfume, I asked. I like Jessica McClintock, though I also like standards like Channel #5. And your favorite food and music. Well seafood and anything chocolate, along with some good jazz and good rhythm show tunes. And what do you like to do for fun, I asked. Oh, traveling, when we can afford it, shopping, swimming, the beach and taking care of my home and family. Well you're taking care of your home and family now, aren't you. Yes, I guess I am. Do you know what your measurements are, I asked. I knew you were going to ask she smiled, so I measured this morning. I have a 28" waist and 37" hips. And your bra size, I asked. I'm a 36D, she said. Very nice, I said, and what size panties do you have on? Size 6 she said. Very nice, I said, thank you. She sort of smiled at me and then looked away realizing she was sitting in front of a stranger man in nothing but her bra and panties. This too was about to change. Denise, I said, push your shoulder straps down. She cautiously moved her left hand across and lifted the strap from her shoulder, then her right hand did the same for the left strap, but she kept her arms in front of her thereby attempting to cover herself. Denise, I asked, you ashamed of your tits? She looked at me, but didn't answer, instead looking down and then moving her arms away from the front of her. Please can't you just do it, why are you humiliating me she asked. Well dear, I just don't want to DO IT, and as for humiliating you, perhaps you'd like me to call you Mrs. Cole to remind you of your marital status. No, please, I'm sorry, she begged. Regardless, I think I like calling you Mrs. Cole, it keeps a degree of formality and serves to remind, doesn't it, I said. Now stand up please. She stood up. Now like before, walk to the other side and come back here, I said. As she moved away from me, I could see the shadow of the crack between her ass beneath her panties. Then she turned and began to walk towards me. Now doubt now, her tits was giggling very nicely. As she stopped in front of me, I told her to first put her hands behind her head, then turn around. Next I instructed her to put her hands on her knees and lean over as far as she could. Mrs. Cole, I said, you've got lovely looking tits. Does your husband appreciate them, I asked. Denise looked at me, not glaring, but with a part way upset look on her face. Well you can count on it that I will, I said with a smile. Now how about taking that bra off, I said, as it looks so uncomfortable. Denise stared blankly at me for a second or two, then exhaled loudly and reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Just let it fall, I said and the bra slipped away from her and the straps slid off her arms and finally onto the floor. You're beautiful I said, very very nice, and your nipples, I love that shade of pink and the nubs, they are so cute standing up for me. Come here I commanded. Denise stepped closer, then stood in front of me. I grasped her hands and moved them to my shoulders, causing her to bend over and her fully developed mature magnificent tits to be hanging in front of my face. With my hands still on her arms, I pulled gently which caused her tits to sway ever so gently in front of me. I then reached and encircled each tit gently squeezing it and rubbing my thumb over the nipple and then pulled one to my lips where I licked and sucked on it. Denise moaned and for the first time asked me to suck her other breast. I pulled her close to my lips and said, Mrs. Cole, you mean your tit, don't you. Yes, please she replied. So I was happy to comply. As I finished and removed my hands from her, it appeared that her tits were very sensitive as her nipples were extended. I reached up and pinched one gently, and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. Again she reacted asking me for more. As much as I didn't want to, I stopped and pushed her back where she stood in front of me once again. Mrs. Cole, I began, but she said, please don't call me that, call me Denise, that's my name. But your are Mrs. Jeffery Cole, aren't you, I asked. Yes, please don't. And your husband is a thief, isn't he. Yes, please, I beg you, she said. And you are standing here half-naked and I'm not your husband, am I. No, Yes, oh please she said very confused like. Denise, I said, rather sternly to be sure to get her attention, take off your panties. She looked at me, then to either side, as if someone else might be watching and move her hands to her waistband. She then pulled the elastic a little and began sliding the panty down her legs and over her shoes until she stepped out of it. What's this, I said looking at her crotch. Suddenly distracted she looked down to see if something was wrong, but could see nothing abnormal. What, she asked. The hair, I said. How can I see and enjoy your pussy when its all hidden. She didn't say a word, as I next told her to sit down. Somewhat relieved she was seated, again with her knees clamped tight. I again wanted to throw her off balance, so I began, now Mrs. Cole tell me, does playing with your tits excite you. Yes she said. And what type of tit play are you referring to, I asked. Please she said, no tell me, I immediately replied. I like it when they are squeezed and pulled on and when you pinch and kiss my nipples. And does this make your pussy wet, I asked. Yes she answered quietly. So your pussy is wet now, I said. Yes, she answered. Denise, I asked, does Mrs. Cole ever masturbate? Sometimes, she replied. Again throwing in a twist, I said, now Mrs. Cole, open your legs for me so I can see your pretty pussy. Denise slowly responded by opening her legs, but not really open. Mrs. Cole, I said, spread your legs over the chair arms or lift them high, it doesn't matter, but again I want to see your cunt. She scooted to the edge of the cushion and then spread her legs over the arm rests of the chair. There was certainly nothing left to imagine, but every little extra bit helps. Now how about being a real sweetie, I said, and pull that pussy open for me. Somewhat resigned, Denise moved her hands between her legs and used her fingers to peal back her pussy lips further exposing the glistening sweet pink of her cunt to me. I moved from the chair and move got down on my knees in front of Denise and instantly placed my lips over her pussy beginning to drive my tongue into her hole. She squealed, moaned and began to thrust her hips into my face. It didn't take long for her to stiffen, scream out and climax for me. Does Jeff service your pussy like that I asked? No, no, not often she replied. Now finish undressing me, I said. Denise sat up and moved to my belt, which she undid and then unzipped my pants. Next she moved to unfasten the hook which held the waistband together and finally the hidden button which joined the two halves. She then moved the pants down over my legs as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them. Standing before her with my obvious hard on, she reached to my waist and pulled on the elastic holding my boxers. As they slid down, they obviously caught on my cock, which when she pulled on the fabric caused it to pull the cock down and then it sprang back and was staring at her. Now I'll be the first to admit that I haven't spent my life running to the men's room to compare cocks, and certainly not hard on's with others, so just based on reading, seeing some xxx movies, I'd say I'm somewhat average, if there is truly an average. If you get a tape measure, my cock will be just shy of 9" long and about 2" thick. This is what now was looking at Denise. Go ahead, I said, touch it. Denise raised her hand and encircled my shaft and looked up at me. Well, I said, kiss your new best friend hello. Please she said, don't make me. What, I asked, you mean that you don't suck Jeff's cock. No, she whimpered, I'll use my hand for you and she started to stroke me. I was dismayed, but as well as having a raging hard on, I also wanted to further humiliate her and break her down. So you've never ever sucked a cock, I said. No, not really, she said. And what does that mean, I asked, and you'd better tell me the truth, I added. Once in college, after a party, I was pretty drunk and I remember my date wanting me to, but as he was much drunk than I was, I just licked him and then we both passed out. And now, I said, 20 years later, two kids and lord know how many fucks, you ... my voice trailed off. And Jeff, I asked the obvious. He asked me once, but that was the last time he asked, she replied. Well Mrs. Cole, I emphasized strongly, you're never to old to learn, so. Oh, no, please she begged, as I grabbed my cock and shoved it towards her face. Denise, I commanded, open your mouth and kiss my cock. No no, please I beg you, anything, just don't make me do that, she replied. Well then get your cloths and get out of my house, I said. Perhaps I'll see you during the trial, and I pulled away from her. She burst into tears, and begged me not to, but to give her another chance. Another chance I said, what is this a constant negotiation I asked. I tell you something and then have to fight with you or threaten and remind you, then you want to negotiate some more. This isn't going to happen, I said, now get your cloths and leave. Please Jeff couldn't survive in jail, and the boys and I, we'd have nothing left, what would I do, she cried. So you did hear me when I told you these things, I said. Yes, she said. But, you what, I asked, thought you'd have it your way. Yes, no she stammered. I'm sorry, please don't report Jeff. Okay Mrs. Cole, but this is going to cost you something extra, I said. Yes, I understand, I'm sorry she said and reached for my cock with her hand. As she inched herself closer to my cock she flicked out her tongue and licked my cockhead, then began to turn her head as she slid her tongue beneath my shaft and continued to lick. When she finished and pull back for a second, I move myself forward pushing my cock against her lips. Denise I said sharply and push a little. She opened her mouth and my cockhead moved between her lips. For a few long, very long seconds, she did nothing, but then she began to lightly suck on my cock, and move and explore with her tongue. I decided not to push her but to let her go on her own for a little while. She was getting better and better, a real natural, as I began to moan some and react to her mouth's attention to my cock. Finally I couldn't hold back much longer, so I reached for her head and held her in place as I started to fuck her face and push further into her throat. I could hear her failed attempts at saying NO, but in a few short strokes I exploded into her mouth and held her tight forcing her to swallow. When the natural reflex of swallowing was over I released her head and she pulled away from my slowly shrinking cock. A few coughs and reflex swallows and Denise looked up at me with just a little cum trickling out the side of her mouth. I was curious to see what she was going to do, not having a cloth or tissue, so she just whipped her mouth with her hand. Denise I said, that was a very good beginning, now lick your hand clean so nothing gets on the furniture or carpet. She didn't say a word, but immediately proceeded to do so. I do believe that you and I are finally coming to some understanding, have we not, I asked. Yes, she nodded. Good, I said, now come with me. I lead her into the master bathroom and told her to sit up on the vanity. I then pulled out a can of shaving cream and filled my hand with lather. She immediately realized what I was about to do and crossed her legs. Jeff will realize, she said. Not my problem I said, you can tell him what you like, now spread your legs. Denise with some reluctance spread her legs for me and I began to rub the shaving cream into her pussy hairs matting them. I then took some scissors and began to cut away globs of her hair. I then spread more shaving cream over her and with a new razor blade began shaving her. It didn't take to long, maybe 5 minutes before I was finished and stepped back to see her beautiful bald pussy. Keep it that way, I said, pulling her off the vanity into the bedroom and on to the bed where I immediately spread her legs and locked lips with her pussy pushing my tongue into her lovehole. As she thrashed on the bed beneath me, I came up for air and positioned my cock over her entryway parting her pussy to begin to accept me inside her. She spread her legs further apart and reached down and grabbed my cock, which she moved over her clit and finally guided to slip into her cunt. I fucked her for about 5 minutes before I dumped my load in her and as I rolled off of her I told her to clean me up. She got up and I asked, Mrs.Cole, where are you going. To get a towel she replied. Come here, I said, now lick me clean. The blood drained from her face, but she didn't argue as she lowered her head and began doing just that. Afterwards, I reminded her that she was still obligated and was mine to do as I please with. Then I sent her home telling her that I'd call her.