Watcher   602   

By Solomon

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

Boy, when I get it wrong, I really get it wrong. First I thought my husband had a love note from a girl in his pocket, then I set him up for total emasculation, that failed so miserably that it backfired, and then I have to deal with the original note. In the mean time, I can’t get Jesse out of my mind or figure out what to do with George. As it turns out, I cheated on him, not the other way around. Kelly turned out to be a guy and even his new boss. The training was obviously work related and had no underlying message whatsoever.

So, here I am sitting on my bed wondering just how I made myself into the biggest ass of my life. I not only cheated on my husband, but I had enjoyed the hell out of it. I tricked my husband into eating another mans’ sperm. I also had the most disgusting thoughts about what was happening as I made George lick me clean from Jesse’ deposit. I had the most twisted feelings as he gave me the best girl blowjob a girl ever had in all of life.

But as I sat there hating myself, I realized one other very important thing. George never caught on just what that new flavor had been in my pussy. And perhaps worse, he seemed to love it so much it drove him into giving me the best fucking head of our marriage. Did that make my husband gay? Did he find the taste to his liking that much? And then there was the really horrible thing he had told me after the phone call. He said that if I ever wanted another fabulous round of pussy munching that all I had to do was use the same flavoring cream. He had no idea that the cream tube had just been a prop to fake him out. Luckily he never tasted it, so I was going to have to make it disappear before he did.

I always got home a couple hours earlier than George and that was leaving me a lot of time to think about things. As always, it boiled down to two things; the pros and cons of the situation. The pros were having had one tremendous fuck with my total stranger Jesse, getting the most tremendous pussy licking of a lifetime, watched my husband have a violent orgasm without any direct stimulation to his prick at all, and then getting away with it all. The cons were that I had cheated on my husband instead of the other way around, tried like hell to emasculate him, violated my husband’s trust, and found out he wasn’t nearly as disgusted with the taste of man juice as much as I was.

As I weighed the pros and cons I saw that they overlapped to some extent. Like, was it really cheating under the circumstances? Was it truly emasculating if he never felt it? When it came right down to it, there weren’t any losers yesterday. All three of us were totally pleased with what we got. I dwelled on that thought for quite a while and soon found myself kicking back on the bed for a quick go at myself while reliving the events of yesterday afternoon. And this went on after work for me for the next week.

On my day off it became all consuming. My husband still had no idea what I had done to him, and I knew Jesse would be coming next door again the next day. He would surely want to know the results of our escapades. And to top it all off, I had become almost frigid towards my husband out of guilt over what I had done. And then a new problem got thrown into the mix.

I was doing the wash again as I always did on my day off. But this time I went looking for notes more specifically. Not that I thought I was going to find anything wrong, more like I was hoping to. After the wash was started, I began looking around some more almost as if I wanted a reason to get really mad at George again. I was about to get it. I searched through the computer again and noticed only one visit to a story site. I guessed I had satisfied him enough last week to hold him over. But then I noticed a download on the hard drive that seemed weird. It turned out to be a security piece of software. That puzzled me greatly.

As I investigated what the software was for by going to their main online site, I saw that it hid files from prying eyes, such as mine. I learned that certain keys would lock and unlock the folders for use and wondered what combination might open the lock. I knew there was only one way to find what my husband was hiding from me, so I downloaded a key logger program to find out his every keystroke. I felt wicked doing that, but I needed to know what was going on.

I felt so guilty over what I was doing that I again became warm and loving towards my husband and we had a fairly good romp in bed. I refused to let him eat me out though because of what I had done to him last week. After supper I decided to give my husband some alone time with the computer to give the key logger a chance to work for me, so I went shopping for a couple of hours.

When I got home from work the next day I made a bee line for the computer to see what had gone on the night before. The logger only had a short file, but it had captured the keystrokes I needed to open the hidden files. Essentially there was one file in the folder. It was a copy of an email with the headers missing. I dashed to the bottom of the email to look for a name and luckily it was signed, unfortunately by Kelly. At first I was going to dismiss the note since it was from his boss, but then I wondered why it might be hidden from me, so I read it.

It seemed to be little more than a list. But my disdain for my husband came back in spades. Most of the note was cryptic, but some things stood out pretty well. Like, “Get woman” and “Train to take cock on demand” and “Humiliate my bitch”. It didn’t take much to put them all together, I just didn’t know how far it had all gone. I quickly formulated several possible scenarios in my mind and none of them were close to good. I became furious with George all over again. It was obvious that he had an unspoken hatred for me for refusing to ever give him head. And now he was listening to his boss on how to go about getting it. That didn’t change my mind on blowjobs; I still was revolted by the thought of giving them. I simply won’t do that.

In short, George may not have cheated on me yet, but it was certainly his intention to do so in the future. I flew right back to hating him for what he was planning. I closed all the files and banged my way around the house. At first I decided I was going to confront him with everything I now knew the second he came through the door. That bastard! Divorce was right back in the picture and my guilt over what I had done to him last week made me feel… almost powerful. The only difference from last week until now was that what I had done to him was simply premature. It wouldn’t be nearly as fulfilling to me now, but I was going to tell him what I had done to him and then send him packing.

I was sitting on the couch fuming and drinking my second glass of wine in the last half hour. I was really preparing to lay into him. Then there was a knock at the door. When I answered it my mind jumped out of its skin.

“Jesse? What are you doing here?” And he was shirtless, sweaty, and muscles glistening.

“I just finished working next door and wondered why there was no offer of a cold drink this time. Are you okay?”

I tried to get my mind off his rippling muscles and formulate a coherent sentence for him. “Um… yeah, I’m okay. Why?”

He seemed quite shocked. “Your husband? The divorce? What we did to him last week?”

It started coming into focus now, so I invited him in. I searched for the quickest way to try to explain everything that had gone on in the past week, and when I turned to speak he was right in front of me. He was so close and towered over me. I backed up a little and told him to sit on the couch. I sat on the other end and began blurting it all out to him like he was my shrink. When the roller coaster of events ended right back where it had begun last week when I first enlisted Jesse’ help, I noticed him smiling quite broadly. I asked him what was so funny and scooted a little closer, bent forward to rest his elbows on his knees, and smiled again.

“Then… you’re still sending him off, huh?”

“Yeah, the second he comes through the door.”

“And you aren’t going to fuck with him again? Just go off on him and send him away?”

I was a little puzzled at what he was driving at, so I asked, “What do you think I’d do?”

Jesse scooted even closer to me and rested his hand on my knee. It sent electricity straight to my pussy and shocked me. “Well, you seemed really pleased with everything you concocted last week to ‘make the universe right again’, and now you seem so passive over what he’s doing to you.”

“What??? You don’t think I’m every bit as pissed at him as I was last week? Why would you think that?”

He ran his hand up and down my leg until I covered it as a feeble attempt to stop him. Then, after a slight pause he ran it back up until he was under my skirt a little, turned his hand in towards my inner thigh and gently squeezed at me. I instantly longed for more, but I was too pissed at George to feel very sexual. Jesse must have sensed that and kept upping the ante for me. Finally he told me why he had come back, and more.

“I was really hoping to get another taste of you… and now I see that you could really have a great time setting him up again. You loved making him eat my cum from that sweet honey pot of yours last week. Why not do it again? You know it would make you feel great. What do you say?”

If it was just about me and Jesse, I would just fall into his arms, but I was really off balance between the hatred for George and the heat building between my legs. I knew what I wanted, but I also knew I had to get Jesse to talk me into it. He seemed to sense that and went off about how much my husband was fucking me over and how I deserved to watch “the little bastard” eat cum again. Then he reminded me over how fucking satisfied I had been last week with the mix of sex, and he had me.

Jesse stood up, offered me his hand, and I gave it to him. I was handing myself over to him, but there was still a great deal of reluctance on my part. He began leading me towards the bedroom and he had to sort of tug me along behind him. I refused to sit on the bed as he was trying to gesture me into doing. That’s when he grabbed me by my waist, pulled me into him, and started grinding his crotch into mine. He pulled my top up to take it off and I resisted him. But the thing I had really liked about him last week was quickly taking over. He knew how to take a reluctant woman such as myself. He simply pried my top off me, kissed me deeply, and began pushing my skirt down over my hips.

Even though I managed to put my hands over his, they really weren’t working to stop his efforts. When my skirt fell to my ankles, he bent sort of to my side, grabbed me around my waist, and lifted me off the floor. I fell over so my head was facing towards the floor and my feet into the air. His strength was very apparent as he held me by one arm and stripped my panties off me with his free hand. My shoes were bumped off as he stripped them off my feet. He hoisted me erect again until I was almost prone to him, but off the floor a good foot. Then he flung me back onto the bed. I couldn’t do anything but watch him as he stripped off his pants and underwear. When his massively hard cock came into view I remembered how frigging hard he had felt while fucking me last week. There was no stopping these events from happening now.

While Jesse parted my legs and scooted closer to me, I reached out to wrap my arms around his waist. His body was so hard and warm to my touch. When he came over me, his cock brushed my clit once and set me on fire. I knew it was only right to respond back to him now and fought for words to display my willingness.

“Oh yeah, give that fucker something to think about. Show George what a real man can do. I’ll be thinking of you every second he’s lapping away at your cum, just like last week.”

I couldn’t believe the nasty words coming from me, but I wanted him to hear more of them. His expression showed how much he loved my wanton desire to fuck over my husband again. So I added, “Just leave your nectar in that same spot for him to find and we’ll have ourselves a real lap dog.”

Seeing that I was really hating George at the moment, he decided to berate him himself and all the while he fucked me, he talked softly about all kinds of fascinating scenarios that made me quiver like all hell. But it was when he dropped the hold he had on my legs and forcefully put my arms over my head and held them that he really got into whispering evil thoughts into my ear.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind coming over here every week and giving the little fucker a free meal. You said how much he enjoyed it. You can be a fucking diner for him. Would you like that?”

I don’t know what came over me, but I tried to keep up with him. “Damn, I would love it. Cooking with you and then feeding it to him. I would feel like a fucking queen doing that. You wouldn’t believe the look he had on his face. He loved your sperm.”

I could feel his cock swelling in me from all the dirty thoughts, so I pushed him on. “We could probably go on for weeks and the little fucker would probably never find out. It would teach him for even thinking about cheating on me. And you know what? Wouldn’t it be great…” I paused at the abject cruelty of that thought, but when he groaned for the end of the sentence, I finished the thought. “Wouldn’t it be great if for a final blow, if you made him suck it right out of your cock? There couldn’t be anything worse than that. I could con him into letting me tie him down… you know. Would you like that Jesse?”

His passion at creating such a heinous crime bubbled over. “I’d love to feed my cock to that little fucker. You’d love to see that wouldn’t you? Dumping my cum right into his throat? Making the little bastard squirm and choke on my meat?”

That did it. I started moaning so loud and thrashing my hips up against his. I struggled against his holding my arms back, but only to spur him on, not to really get away from his grasp. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and screamed, “Fuck me, fuck the hell out of me Jesse.” I started shuddering and just had to talk more trash. “Not too deep remember. I want to see his face as he works for every fucking drop of you.” And then I fell victim to the words from my unconscious self, “I love you Jesse, I love the way you fuck me.”

As he grunted to empty his balls into me, I felt him holding himself just inside my opening. We were on such a mission together and right in tune with what each other was doing. When he was done, he reached down and seemed to be so careful to make sure that when he pulled out of me that none of his contents would escape. I immediately raced my fingers down to hold myself closed and even began wiping the drool back into me. As I gritted my teeth at him over his fantastic performance, I snarled my now venomous self at him so he could see my mindset. “He’s gonna love the dessert you left for him, chef Jesse.”

We both laughed nervously and he proclaimed, “Diner’s open for business.”

Just as last week I stayed on my back and watched my man getting dressed. I wanted to beg him to come back next week, but couldn’t bring myself to say it. Luckily, he did.

“So, should I come back again next week and see if you’re still a married woman?”

“Hell yeah! And even if I am, I could get use to being a diner… so easily. Hmmm, Danielle’s Diner. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think, chef Jesse?”

“Sure does! And I certainly don’t mind coming in early to prepare the food.”

He stood up from putting his shoes back on and stared at my totally nude and used body. He smiled one last time, declared he would be back next week, and started to let himself out. As I watched his shoulder muscles start to walk away I called to stop him.

“Chef…” he turned to listen, “mind coming in about an hour earlier for work next week? If he’s still here, I’ll want to feed him really well, I’m sure.”

All he did was grin and walked away. I raised my knees to keep from losing any of Jesse’ cum and even primped the area to wait for my husband. I had no idea what I was going to say or do to him, but whatever it was, it would be after he ate me out again. I had such an urgency to make him clean me up after another man had fucked the hell out of me. The bastard may think he’s getting one over on me, but wait till he gets to know the punch line. That’ll make us even.

I started dreaming of all the little things I would say and make him do as he cleaned me up, but then it dawned on me that I had thrown the tube of sex jelly out so he couldn’t taste it. What would I tell him if he wanted to know why I tasted the same way anyways? Just as I was fretting over the detail, I heard him pulling into the driveway. I looked down and saw I was such a mess and sweaty, so I started to frig myself as his voice got nearer to the bedroom. This time it took him much less time to check the bedroom.

“Well, my, my! It looks like I caught you again.”

I pretended to be stunned by his presence and closed my legs over my hands as if I was ashamed of being caught masturbating. He started to undo his belt buckle and all the pieces began to fall into place very nicely. I squirmed my legs to one side and pretended like his was going to violate me if he touched me, and that only turned him on more. I could feel the slop so close to my hole that I was afraid he would see globs of cum falling from me. But when he was ready, he got on the bed and one more guy pried my legs open.

But this time George wanted to fuck me. I thought quickly and told him I wanted to see him do that thing again that he had done the week before; cumming without use of his hands.

“That was a pretty wild thing, but I don’t think I could ever do that again.”

I insisted that he try for me. I reminded him how it had been a big part of the best climax he had ever given me. In the back of my mind I was laughing knowing how massive the orgasms that Jesse brought me were just as great.

George grinned at me and said he’d try, and to be honest, I really did want to see that happen again. Not just because I never heard of it before, but there was a certain power, a certain enjoyment knowing that it had happened because he had consumed another lover’s sperm to achieve it. He went to work on my cunt and only made mention that I must have used the flavored lube again. That was easy, as long as he didn’t want to use more. But then again, I wouldn’t mind if Jesse came back again.

It was just as wonderful a feeling watching him eat me out this time as it was last time. I reveled in the satisfaction that I was tricking him into the most emasculatory thing a man could have done to him. I was having such a good time between the heat in my loins he was causing, and doting over effeminizing him in front of all manhood. Somewhere near the half way point I decided that as good as this all felt, I had to tell him it was over. I’d gotten my kicks for sure and I was just being a rank bitch prolonging his agony. But as he grabbed my ass and once again threw my legs into the air to get as deep into me as possible, I thought, ‘what agony’. Still, he had to be told.

I went into a dream state as I fantasized over how wonderful Jesse had fucked me, and even how I was already planning to make sure that he fucked me twice next week. I wanted him to make me walk funny for an hour when he was done. Then I felt George nibbling his way roughly over my lips and clit, it sent waves of spasms through me. He had me bucking against his efforts like a schoolgirl. All I knew was that I wanted more. When I opened my eyes from my dream world, his face was so intense and I wondered if he was going…

Again, I was dropped to the bed like a sack of potatoes and I watched as he held my knees apart and humped his hips into the air. He was going to do it again. His eyes were closed tightly as he worked his pelvis into the air. I started hoping he would hit a good glob on my pussy without knowing it. It would be so awesome watching him tasting his own cum like that. The first shot really flew and hit my left cheek and I watched wholly amazed at what I was witnessing for a second time now. The rest of his cum spurted across my belly and drizzled from his quickly fizzling cock. He opened his eyes and stared down at the mess he had made on me and seemed exhausted.

I quickly reached up to grab his head. There was no way in hell he wasn’t going to make me crawl the walls myself after that. He slowly got back into eating away at me until I finally got pissed at his half-hearted attempts and demanded that he do better. I must admit, he took to my orders without hesitation. And just as last time, he lifted my ass right off the bed to get at me more easily. When his cum started running down my belly, I just had to try it again. I swept a large dollop of his cream onto a finger and started to put it to his lips. He got mad and said that he would stop eating me if I did that to him.

“Oh come on. It’s your sperm. Just try it.”

“Would you? No! So stop trying to make me do it.”

I surely didn’t want to get him pissed off, so I left it alone. It’s a good thing anyway. If he did taste it, he might figure out what I was doing to him. I guess he felt guilty for being short with me and really went to work at getting me off. God, if only he knew what was driving him into such a bloodlust for sex he would shrivel up and die. I can’t explain it, but instead of drifting off to think about Jesse, my fantasies turned really sick and twisted. I imagined what it would be like if I did keep doing this to George. Shit, we were all having such a great fucking time. Who would it hurt? Besides, the bastard had it coming to him now. I knew in my heart that he had to either be cheating on me, or was very close to it.

Then he did something that terrorized my mind as much as it enthralled it. He pushed his arms through my legs and pinned my wrists to the bed over my head. Shit, why would he do that? Had he just seen Jesse doing it to me and realized how wild it drove me to be restrained? What did he know? Then as a last thought before drifting into wave after wave of delightful sensations, I wondered if his politeness in bed was merely waning and he was becoming the man I really wanted to fuck me in bed; Jesse.

With me bent in half, my feet firmly planted against the headboard, and not being able to move my arms even a little bit, I felt like a caged sex toy that was being used just to service some animalistic male. It was as if the only part of my body needed was my cunt. My sex was being stolen from me and oh god, was I in a fucking heaven that was beyond belief. I felt so used and manipulated, like I was being so pleasantly violated.

I don’t know what drove me to do it other than the fact that I had just been doing it with Jesse a half hour ago, but I wanted to get as nasty as I could.

“Eat me… you fucking prick. Make me… fucking cum. You asshole, harder.”

Instead of getting all emotional on me, his grips tightened and it felt like he was crawling into my cunt face first. My last thought was how wonderful Jesse would feel knowing how hard I was about to cum. And then I started. I bucked once so hard I thought I could have knocked his teeth out. That action only made him dive at me even harder. Suddenly my pussy acted like a vibrator and started convulsing in an extremely fast shudder that made George moan for me. I couldn’t take him anymore and snatched my hands from his grip and twisted my body away from his. I fell away from him, half lying on my side, facing him face to face.

As I looked at him, I wanted to kiss him so bad. But just as I went to, I remembered what he had just spent so much time doing and pulled back. I think he noticed, but he didn’t say anything. I told him how wonderful it had all been. We laid in that sweaty heap, trying to catch our breaths for several minutes before I finally had to come clean. I felt so damn guilty over using him as I had. I knew it was going to go from pure ecstasy to pure hell in seconds, but he had to know.

“Honey, about Kelly…”

He looked really pissed and said, “I know, I know. He’s a real fucker. He’s treating me like shit and… some of the crap he wants me to do… I just can’t do it. I’m probably going to lose my job and that’ll fuck us up so bad. Without that job we’ll lose the house for sure.”

George stunned me into silence. I had no idea what he was talking about. I thought they were becoming best buds with the advice he was giving him. I finally dropped my bid to come clean and focused on his problem. “What’s so bad about your new boss that’s worth quitting over.”

He looked so troubled, bit his lip and went over to his dresser. I admired his tight little ass as he walked over there. I always loved his ass as one of his most attractive features. He rummaged through his bottom drawer and came back holding a picture frame. George dropped it on the bed in front of me and asked, “Remember this?”

It was a picture I had posed for in a very skimpy bikini for George while on our honeymoon in California. What the hell did that have to do with anything?

“Well, I’ve always been really proud of how you look, so I had this framed and took it to the office a couple of years ago. You know… sort of bragging to the other guys.”

Damn, how many times was I going to fuck this sweet, wonderful man over. Here I’m treating him like the biggest asshole in the world and he’s bragging about how hot I am at his office. Fuck! I just got off on effeminizing him to the worst point imaginable. I’ve become nothing more than a cheating whore to him. What else could possibly fuck up?

“Well,” he gave a really big sigh, “that fucker Kelly saw it. For the first week he was there, I thought one of the cleaning guys stole your picture. It turned out… he stole it. He called me to his office a couple of weeks ago and told me he had me in mind for a new training program. If I didn’t get properly retrained, he said he was going to fire my ass. So, naturally I was all for learning to do whatever new office procedures he had in mind.”

“So, just do it.”

He looked so ashamed. “It’s not nearly as easy as you think. When I turned away to leave his office, I saw your picture on his shelf by the door. I got mad and asked what he was doing with it, and then… his disgusting idea of training started. I reached for your picture to take it back, but he stopped me and said that my first thing to learn was not to piss off the new boss. I asked him if that meant he wanted to keep your picture and he said yes.”

“Well fuck, let him keep it then. Big fucking deal. He wants people to think he has a hot chick. I’ll give you a new one.”

“That’s sort of what he wanted. I just didn’t want him demeaning me where other guys at the office could see it. But it went a lot deeper. He flopped several folders down on top of his desk and told me to look at their names. At first they didn’t make any sense, but then I caught on. I’m sorry honey, but they were all clients that I’ve… screwed in the past. I inflated their accounts to get a bigger bonus. I never would have been caught, except he went looking especially to get something on me.”

“Why? Why would he do that to you?”

“At first he said he just likes to keep his upper management people in line.”

“You’re getting a promotion. Alright!”

“Don’t get so happy yet. As part of my “training”, he wanted to make sure I would become a team member. When I asked him how, he nodded towards your picture and told me he wanted me to earn it back. He wanted me to replace it with another picture.”
“Really honey, I’m not seeing the big problem here. What the fuck is he expecting?”

“He wanted me to get it back by giving him a picture of you… topless… in just panties.”

“What a freak! Well shit, is what you did really that bad?”

“It’s called embezzlement honey. I could go to jail for a long time.”

“Then just give him that picture of me from our trip to the beach. You know, the one I let you take just before dark. Fuck, I even looked good in that one.”

George really looked afraid and so ashamed. “I already did.”

“Then you’re off the hook? He’ll leave you alone now?”

He looked up at me and stared so intently that he was making me nervous. “No. He wants more. He wants me to earn that picture back now… with another one.”

“What’s he want now? A fucking video?”

“He wants… a picture of you… completely nude and poised in a way that he’ll know I just took it.”

That got me to raise my eyebrows. I wondered that even if I did help out my husband, where would this lead? Would he just keep asking for more and more pictures of me in the nude. And who might see them? “Where do you think this is all going, hon?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t know. It’s like he’s playing with me like I’m a fucking toy. He even sent me a list that I’m supposed to comply with. I can’t do that shit.”

The list! The one I just found no doubt. I pretended not to know about it and asked him what he wanted.

“The first thing was to find him a woman as hot as you…” he paused from fear of having to say it out loud. “And he wants me to make sure she’s available whenever necessary. I just want to die and get this over with. I’m not going to jail.”

I saw his fear and pain and knew that the very least I had to do was to help him out the best I could. I got off the bed, went to the closet and grabbed our digital camera. I brought it back to George and asked him what pose the twisted fuck was looking for. George hugged my waist and was so close to crying. I knew he would never ask me to do this, so I had to offer myself to him.

“It’s okay sweetie. We’ll just play his fucking game for a little while until we figure a way out of this. Now, what’s the pose?”

“Stripped… with one hand fingering yourself, and… you sucking on one of your own nipples.” He hung his head in shame.

I couldn’t bear to see him like this after what I had just added to the heap. I walked over to the wall, spread my legs a little and put a couple of fingers to my crotch. Doing the last part was more difficult. I have smallish tits and it’s not easy getting a nipple to my mouth. I told George to get the camera ready and hurry up. When I heard it whir into readiness, I stretched my left nipple to my mouth and sucked on it. The flash went off and I went to see it. George had no problem taking a good picture.

We spent the rest of the night talking about what might be in the future. I hadn’t thought about it, but when George asked what I would be saying if he decided he wanted me, I said ‘no’ without hesitation. But it didn’t creep from my mind the rest of the night. As a matter of fact, an hour after going to bed I still couldn’t fall asleep. I knew why. I slowly started circling my clit and grabbing at myself with my other hand. I had to go easy to keep from waking my husband. While I ran through many, many possible scenarios in my mind over what his new boss might want from me, it was the very last one that got me off, and allowed me to fall asleep.

It was about him taking Jesse’ place between my legs, and then making me force George into lapping up his cum as he watched.

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