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Mary looked at herself in the mirror, critiquing her nude body. She spread her hands over the curve of her belly, sliding them up and out to brush past the bottom of each breast.

There was a time when her breasts stood out in front, somehow holding themselves up like soft hills. That was pre-children.

She put her hands on her hips and instinctively hopped up on her toes, bouncing herself, just as she had as a young woman when she looked at herself in the mirror. These days the rest of her body jiggled but her actual tits remained relatively motioneless. Not much spring left in them.

She pressed her chest out, which lifted her breasts up a bit, but if anything it just drew more attention to the sag.

She felt a pang of grief for her old body, recalling a time when she felt effortlessly sexy.

Shaking her head, she told herself to be pround of the changes. She'd given birth twice and spent literally years breastfeeding.

It was no wonder they looked more like udders these days.

Her husband used to tell her each breast was a perfect handful, that was until she fell pregnant. From then they swelled up like baloons, turned into 10/10 tits, radiant beacons of fertility. Unfortunately this coincided with them becoming off-limmits. They looked magnificent, but were far too sensitive for his rough handling. It was look and don't touch.

Of course she still wanted to fuck during her first pregnancy, her pussy became engorged and some days she'd crave her husband's dick, like she craved different foods.

They'd fuck a few times a week as her belly grew and after a few months she had to start holding her tits while he humped her, their new size and sensitivity made the bouncing quite uncomfortable.

That was the last time she'd really felt sexy, more than 12 years ago now.

Being a sleep deprived milk maid to thier two children had all but eliminted her libido since then.

She spun around to check out her ass, still her best asset, she smacked it lightly, trying to cheer herself up. Her husband had never stopped complimenting her bottom, he called it his favourite. She gazed back into the mirror, feeling lucky she still had her ass. Sure, her hips and thighs were wider than they once were, but her soft round bottom and proportionately narrow waist meant she could tell herself she was sexy.

She looked away from the mirror before any more flaws jumped out at her. Mary needed to maintain all the confidence she could muster.

It was time to get dressed, she was going out for lunch, to meet the woman who was fucking her husband - and her outfit was important.

She pulled a lacy black thong up between her cheeks and then tucked her boobs into place with a matching bra.

It was only the 2nd time she'd worn this set.

The first time had been her big move to win her husband back. She'd agreed to let him date other women, which was working for them, so much so that she'd bought sexy underwear to surprise him.

Ironically it had been the same night he first fucked another woman, although Mary didn't know at the time.

**

She knew he'd get home horny, he always did after dates with her, up until now he'd only kissed her a couple of times.. so inevitably his rather large cock would find it's way into Mary for some relief. It was no secret that she'd be there willing and waiting when he got home.

This time Mary wanted to own it, she wanted to be the hot sexy wife her husband was coming home to. So she got herself this sexy little set, lit some candles and got down on her knees as soon as he came into their bedroom that night.

She surprised even herself as she stuffed her face down onto his big dick. Choked a couple of times by accident before she really got the hang of it; bobbing back and forth, getting in to giving head.

The idea of winning him back was all the encouragement she needed to let herself suck like a hooker.

Her fingers had snaked down beneath the lace, pushing the crotch out from her plump pussy lips and feeling the wet mess acumulating there. She began to stroke her slick slit, getting herself worked up for his big bit.

She popped herself off the head and smiled up at him seductively, "I want you to fuck me," and took him back in her mouth.

"Oh, yes darling. That is very good." he took a handful of her hair and gripped under her chin with the other hand. "You keep touching yourself."

He held her head still and slid his cock in to the back of her mouth, settling there for a moment. Then out and back in.

Mary got accustomed to the girth.

He began to fuck her face.

She wondered if there'd been some misunderstanding, should she have specified her pussy? It was dripping through her fingers. Aching for cock.

She hadn't felt this horny in years, so she kept teasing herself and decided she would get what she's given.

He took up a leisurely pace, enjoying every stroke as get gently fucked into her throat.

"I've already cum tonight, with her. We made love for the first time."

Mary shivered and would have gasped if her airway wasn't momentarily blocked. Instead she let out a moan as he pulled back. She could suddenly smell another woman on him, maybe even taste her.

She opened her mouth on him, as if to speak, but then just sagged into his grip and let her throat relax. "Mmmhmm."

He took a moment to re-adjust the angle, then shoved it in a little deeper than before.

Her cheeks reddened with humiliation and her fingers picked up the pace.

She was stunned by the wave of submission that rolled over her. Overwhelmed by the shame of her situation and the arrousal that accompanied it.

She knelt and masturbated with her fingers while he masturbated with her mouth.

All she heard was the gluk, gluk, gluck of his huge erection sliding in and out of her head.

By the time her husband had finished, Mary had cum a couple of times. He might as well have been fucking her pussy after all, her throat felt like it was connected to her clit. Each time he tapped her lingering gag reflex, she could feel it in her cervix. Saliva hung off her chin, ran down between her breasts and soaked into her bra. He mouth had created a lot of slime for his cock.

He pulled out and looked down at her, bending, he gently kissed her on the forehead, and let go of her hair. "I do like it like that."

And that's all she needed to have her behavior validated. It washed away the shame of being treated like a hot hole for him. It justified her desire to be treated like that. It allowed her to explore her darkening fantasies.

The fact that he proceeded to fuck her face as if there was no difference between her throat and her vagina had done a trick on her submission. She couldn't deny the humiliation had turned her on massively. Specially knowing she was second to his new younger girlfriend that night.

**

Mary looked at herself in the mirror, flushed red with arousal from the memory. She couldn't quite believe what her sexuality had become, she'd always pictured herself rocking a milf vibe after kids, but here she was, a desperate housewife getting off on humiliation.

God she just wanted to masturbate again.

She splashed water on her face instead and continued to get dressed. She didn't want to be late for her lunch date..

**

By the time she pulled up at the cafe, she was almost 15 minutes late.. stupidly she'd decided last minute that she needed to wear some makeup, and barely ever put makeup on, so it had taken her ages to get it right.

She took a deep breath, got out of the car and headed in.

There sat a gorgeous young woman, stunningly beautiful. Her husband's lover.

Mary couldn't compete. She was literally a yoga instructor. In fact she owned the yoga school. She looked like a wholesome supermodel.

She stood up gracefully as Mary approched, bending slighly as she offered her hand to Mary. They shook hands.

"You must be Mary. So good to finally meet you. I'm Melanie. Please, sit down."

Mary was speechless, so she sat. Gazing up at her as she too sat down opposite. Smiling back at Mary with dark brown eyes.

"I ordered us both a glass of wine. I hope you don't mind."

"Ahh, no.. that sounds great." Mary stuttered, she was stuck for words.

Fortunately the waiter came over with two glasses on Chardonnay. "Would you like to order something to eat?"

"Yes. I'll have the ceasar salad with chicken please."

Melanie and the waiter then looked at Mary expectantly.

"I'll have the same," she sqeaked, she hadn't even looked at her menu.

The waiter nodded and took their menus away.

"Well, cheers," said Melanie, picking up her glass.

Mary pickup up her gass to chink it, forcing herself to look the other woman in the eye.

"To finally meeting the wife of the guy I'm fucking." Melanie toasted. "It's a small world."

Mary looked down at her drink and blushed, then decided she better take a sip.

"He tells me you masturbate while you suck his dick, after he's been with me."

Mary blushed even darker, and tried to gulp her wine while she continued to look down, causing a splutter.

"It's okay. I told him I don't mind. Does it turn you on, him being with me?

Mary nodded.

"Tell me why it turns you on? What about it

makes you aroused?"

Mary took another sip and began to look up. She didn't know what to make of the woman. This wasn't what she expected, nothing so forthright and upfront, it shocked her. What had she expected? She wondered.

Melanie looked straight at her, observing her.

"I guess it's the jealousy or something. It makes me try harder, to please him,

sexually." Mary looked down again. "Knowing he can have other women. It makes me want to be a better wife."

"He tells me you are a great wife. A good cook, You keep the house in order and look after your children."

"He said that?"

Melanie nodded.

"I guess we sortof stopped having sex after having kids, well I stopped wanting it and eventually he gave up trying. I thought I was going to lose him. My therapist suggested I let him date other women - or maybe I suggested it."

Mary paused while the waiter topped up their water glasses.

"The first time he went on a date with someone was the first time I'd masturbated in years. When he got home I practically jumped on him as soon as he got into bed."

The waiter came back with their meals.

"Tell me more," encouraged Melanie and she began to eat.

Mary picked up her fork but continued to talk. "Not long after that, he started dating you." She looked up at Melanie, even her eating salad was sexy. Mary was hesitant, but the words started tumbling out. "He'd come home after dates with you and fuck me so hard. It became like a routine for us. He'd come home horny and I'd be lying there, teasing myself and waiting for him to get home. I'd ask him how his date was and he'd just tell me to roll over or spread my legs and then he'd pound me until he came." Mary shoveled a piece of lettuce into her mouth to shut herself up. She couldn't belive she'd just told this woman such explicit details.

"Mmm, gosh I remeber that," mused Melanie, "we used to joke about how there was no pressure for sex when we dated, cause he could just go home and fuck his wife afterwards."

Mary shoveled in some more chicken and salad, chewing to supress her embarrassment.

"It was actually so nice taking the time to get to know each other before we became intimate. Althought I didn't realise he had such a beautiful big dick then, so I guess the joke's on me for waiting so long to fuck him." Melanie laughed to herself.

Mary took another gulp of her wine, almost draining the glass.

"You know, the night I took him back to my place for the first time. When he left, I told him not to fuck you, that I wanted him to remember my pussy all night... God I fell in love with that dick."

Mary almost choked on her chicken, that's why he'd used her mouth that night!

"He told me you liked it."

The waiter came over. "More wine?" he offered.

"Yes, same again please." Mary muttered as she drained the last drops in the glass. Clearly flushed by the topic of conversation.

Melanie indicated she was fine for more wine with a gentle shake of her head. The waiter stepped away.

"You know he stopped showering after sex with me. He said you liked to taste me on his cock."

Mary stared at her plate and tried to keep eating. It was all true, what Melanie was saying. She loved it.

"You like humiliation don't you."

Mary nodded.

"Does it turn you on?"

She nodded again.

"Are you turned on now?"

A nod.

"Show me?"

Mary looked up at her, pink and confused.

"Pull up your skirt, put you hand in your underwear and make your fingers all wet so you can show me."

Mary was stunned, but she couldn't resist. This young woman was playing her fantasy like a fiddle. She discreetly bunched up her skirt at the edge of the tablecoth. Sat herself forward on the chair and slipped her hand between her legs. She was sopping. Her puffy pussy lips had practially devoured the gusset of her g-string, the fabric was soaked through.

She got her fingers under the front and slid them down to pry the fabric out of her crevice. All four fingers getting covered in slipriness. She felt her opening, hot and wet.

That's when the waiter placed another glass of wine down in front of her.

She froze, hoping he wouldn't notice her discomfort. He turned to leave them be.

"Show me." Prompted Melanie.

Mary pushed her fingers inside herself, to make sure they were coated, then withdrew her hand and held it out in front. All four fingers were glistening.

"Wow, you must be saturated!" Melanie laughed. "Wipe it around the rim of your wine glass." Mary did. "Now lick your fingers clean."

Mary hesistated, she'd never explicitly tasted herself before, sure she'd kissed her husband after he'd been down on her, but that was different. She'd never had him in her mouth after her pussy or anything like that.

She began to suck the wetness off her fingers, tasting the slipery musky saltiness of her juices.

"Good girl. If you can get off on the taste and smell of my pussy, then you can get off on your own taste too."

Mary's embaressment and shame was being soothed by her growing arousal. It was easier just to do as she was told and accept that the humiliation turned her on.

They ate in silence for a while. The rest of her meal and wine tasted like her own vagina.

"Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom" Mary said and began to get up.

"No. Sit down." Melanie said firmly. "I already had to sit here by myself for 15 mintues. You can hold on."

Mary sat back down.

"It can be your punishment for being late."

Mary's face and chest blushed a darker pink - so obviously aroused by the whole situation.

"I'm going to help you be a good wife for my boyfriend." Melanie told her as she ate. "You're going to start coming to my yoga classes. We can spend some more time together and work on some self improvement."

Mary sat there patiently, her legs squeezed together. The wine had gone straight through her.

The waiter came over to clear their plates. "Would you like any tea, coffee or dessert?"

"Yes," replied Melanie." l'll have a pot of tea please and my friend here will have the tiramisu."

She smiled at Mary, watching her squirm.

The waiter nodded and left.

"I hope you like cake. I'm going to make you fitter and more flexible. But I think he likes having a nice plump wife. Your big fat bottom must be so much fun to fuck."

Mary nodded. This woman was making her feel exactly like the soft slimy slut she pictured choking on her husband's cock after he got home from nights out or nights in with his girlfriend.

She was so turned on and absolutely busting to pee.

The cake and tea arrived and Melanie sat back in her chair and sipped her tea as she watched the housewife eat her dessert.

"Give me your phone."

Mary stopped eating and dig it out of her handbag, handing it over.

"What's the passcode?"

"Um, two eight one two." It was her son's birthdate.

Melanie saved her number in Mary's phone.

"When you've finished your cake you can go to the bathroom. You're going to sit in the toilet and film yourself masturbating for me. I want you to hold on until you start cumming, then piss as hard as you can." Melanie instructed. "Then send me the video."

Mary was surprised but not shocked. She was desperate to piss and desperate to cum, so it kindof made sense. Plus it was an opportunity to prove to Melanie that she could be a good wife, for her as well.

Mary gobbled up the rest of her cake, then looked up and Melanie.

"Off you go then." Melanie waved. "Oh, and you can pay the bill on your way to the toilet. You're husband insists on paying when he takes me out. I think you should too."

Mary picked up her phone and handbag and hurried over to the service desk. She didn't know if she'd make it without wetting herself. Fortunately their waiter was there and quickly ran up the tally, $112. She paid and headed for the bathroom.

There was only one female toilet in the cafe. She got in and locked the door, pulling down her knickers as she walked over to sit. She pulled out her phone, switched it to video and hit record. She didn't have time to think. The pressure in her bladder and her arousal were overwhelming. She pointed the camera at her crotch, pulled up her skirt as she leant back against the cistern and started frigging her clit like a veritable sex adict. Trying to make herself cum so she could finally piss.

It didn't take long.

The first contraction of her orgasm hit and some piss spurted out on her fingers involuntarily, she pulled her hand back instinctively, accidentally stopping the stimulus. But she was already over the edge, confused and cumming while her pisswet fingers dangled uselessly in front of her. Her orgasm shuddered and stalled. Then she remembered her other release, opened up and bore down on her bladder, gushing like a fire hydrant into the bowl. She let out a long moan. The sweet release as she finally relieved herself stirred the ruins of her interrupted orgasm. She was pissing hard for pleasure.

She sat there dripping, catching her breath and realising she had been holding it the whole time.

Mary stopped the recording. Fortunately the thumbnail of the video file only showed the floor in front of her from when she started recording. She pressed share and searched for Melanie in messages. 'Mistress Melanie' came up. That had to be her. She selected and pressed send, then dropped her phone back in her bag.

She'd done it.

Someone knocked on the door. Interrupting her reverie.

"Just a moment!" She called, wadding up some toilet paper to clean up her crotch. There were droplets on her thighs and buttocks from the spashback. She soon pulled up her panties and straightened herself up. The cool wet fabric soothed her steaming snatch.

She washed her hands, picked up her bag and hurried out passed the older lady who was waiting to go next.

Melanie had already left.

By the time she got out and sat in her car, she realised she was still so fucking horny. The whole experience had lit up her brain. Sitting there in constant humiliation in front of her husband's hot new girlfriend was exactly what she wanted. To compete with Melanie's beauty, she'd have to be an eager piece of fuck meat for them both. Their humiliation whore. A very good wife.

She'd stared wanking herself in the front seat of her car while these dark thoughts invaded her mind. Her phone dinged.

She stopped to pick it up.

'Mistress Melanie' and given the video a thumbs up. She was typing something..

"You're not to cum without my permission."

Mary's fingers slowed down on her clit, teasing it lightly as she condemplated this new condition.

ding! "I have a yin class 11-12:30 tomorrow. I expect you to be there"

"Yes mistress." Mary replied.

She took her hand off her pussy and put it on the steering wheel. Steeling herself for the drive home.