Tales of A Deviant Wife Pt. 02

It's been three days since our night with Jack and Sally, and all I could think about was how much closer Matt and I have been since. The next morning, Matt and I had a wonderful time at some pretentious brunch spot. There were so many people there that we had to wait 45 minutes to get a table; normally, Matt would have been mad. Only he and I just giggled and flirted with each other.

Then on Sunday, we talked more about how to extend our adventures. I told him that Sally had all but invited me to fuck her. Of course, he thought this was fantastic news. The only problem being Sally clearly wanted to be with me which is how I thought of what she said. That was fine, but the only way I was going to get anything out of her would be for her to be Matt. Watching him defile her rectum, then seeing his seed leaking out her exhausted ass, was what did it for me last time.

Opting for the simplest solution, I searched social media till I found hers, then I direct messaged her till we exchanged numbers and could text.

Me: Hey there, I just wanted you to know...

Me: Matt and I had a wonderful time Friday night.

Me: Wanted to know if we could have you over.

Sally: Oh yeah?

Sally: What did you want to have me over for?

Sally: Cards maybe? Monopoly?

I liked her more and more; she was game for just about anything. So I didn't want to pull any punches.

Me: Well, I wanted to see if you'd let us both have our way with you till you limped home.

Me: But we just want you no shade towards Jack, just you're so much more fuckable.

The typing indicators came and went for longer than I was comfortable with. I wanted to interrupt her just to tell her to speed it up. After an awkward amount of time, she replied.

Sally: I would like to spend more time with you.

Sally: I was hoping it would just be you.

Sally: Matt is great, I feel.

Sally: I just want you, is what I mean.

Me: Why don't you come over, and I am sure we can work something out.

I wasn't ready to tell her that I really just wanted Matt to fuck her. But if I had to fuck beforehand, that would work. Honestly, I'd rather take her after he fucked her so I could still taste him. But that was neither here nor there.

Me: There is nothing I won't do to make you happy.

Sally: I do like the sound of that.

Sally: Hopefully you can deliver and give me what makes me happy.

Everything from this point was downhill; it was just a matter of setting up the best time for her to slip away from Jack. We planned for next Friday night, which was perfect. This gave us the opportunity to flirt and send each other nudes.

Friday, I got home about an hour before Matt did. With my time, I made our bed with silk sheets and created a very inviting atmosphere with scented candles, had some flowers here and there. It all felt very girly to me, and I second-guessed it. Then I realized in all my years of seduction in and out of my marriage, I'd not once ever tried to seduce a woman. Men were easy; it's just skin and friction. Women, on the other hand, require finesse and care, or I knew that I did anyhow.

"Looks like you caught me at the right time," Matt said as I hung up my bathrobe. "Mind if I join you?"

"You may, but no funny business, mister," I said coyly, and promptly bent over. My Matt nearly stumbled to get the last of his clothes to get wet with me. We kissed under the water as his hands reached for my ass. He knew how to move my body so I would open up to him. "Listen, Sally is going to be here soon, so we need to be good hosts. And that means I need this." I reached down and grabbed his now fully hard cock. "I need this to be at its full potential. We both know what will happen if we go down this path." He whimpered when I mildly stroked him before I let him go.

He kissed me again, then looked away. "It's your loss, babe. I was gonna rock your world." Looking over his shoulder, Matt winked at me. "But here's the thing, you're the boss; I'm just a humble man here to do your bidding." He was so cute when he tried to resist me.

Jesus, I wanted him right then and there, but we were having company over, and I knew that would be more fun. "Make sure to wash all your bits and pieces, I want her to be impressed with how sexy you are." I said, stepping out of the shower. "I've already picked out your outfit for tonight and placed it on the bed." He nodded through the steamy glass as he washed the lather off his skin. Yup, I wanted him bad already.

I decanted some wine and set up glasses around the coffee table in the living room. Matt came out in silk pajamas. They were a deep maroon with navy-blue stripes, and they complemented his form and his booty perfectly. He smiled as he poured me some wine. "Sara, look at you. That negligee is tremendous. There seems to be lace in all the right places and none in more even better places. I mean, wow!" I love my man, but he's not so good with stringing words together in the best way.

This was a scarlet-red matching bra and panty set with stockings and a garter. Again, I had no idea how to seduce a girl, woman, lady. I was nervous, so I took the wine and paced to the kitchen and back till I heard the doorbell.

Before me was a magnificent creature. Maybe I didn't see it the first time I saw her at that dinner, but she was striking. She was wearing a simple black dress that looked like it was sewn onto her. She smiled, "Hey, Sara. Oh my, I feel overdressed." She looked me up and down.

At this moment, I knew she wanted me. It was time for me to stop kidding myself. I wanted her now too. Yes, I would still need Matt to have his fun as well, but this is important now. She was important.

"Get on in here. You look amazing, by the way. You could have shown up in a potato sack, and I would have been blown away." I was overdoing it, and my smile felt too toothy. Damn, I was in my head now.

Matt was on the couch and waved her in like it was no big deal. Ugh, he could be such a guy sometimes, so oblivious of everything. "I've got wine here. Damn girl, you are looking hot." He said without irony, then patted a spot next to him. "I love what you're wearing. Now get over here so I can get a better look at you."

She giggled and moved to sit next to him. He handed her a glass of wine, and they started talking about Matt's ex-boss and her current husband, Jack. The social aspects of threesomes escaped me. I decided to relax and sat on the other side of Sara and poured myself some wine, while those chatterboxes gabbed about their whatnots.

Rounding the end of my third glass of wine, I was primed and ready to go. "Hey. Umm... not that this isn't fun and all, but can we move this into the bedroom?" I was going to be taking charge from now on. Otherwise, these two would just pussyfoot around all damn night. The wine was hitting me hard.

Standing up, I pulled Sally up onto her feet and tugged her towards the bedroom. Matt jumped up and followed us. When we got into the bedroom, I had directed Matt to the bed, where he took off his top and laid down to watch.

"Get on your knees." Sally said. Although it was more of a command, so I hesitated, still a bit tipsy. "Did I fucking stutter? I told you to get on your damn knees." Her eyes were clear and piercing.

She was my mistress now; she could ask me to do anything as I got to my knees. The command, the dominance, it consumed me. "Yes." Was all I could muster; it felt flimsy coming out of my mouth.

"Until I am done, we are not done. I am in control; you are to address me as only Mistress." Confused, I didn't reply fast enough. "Did you hear me, slut?"

Looking down, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good, now get up and take this dress off. Then we'll figure out what to do with you." Her direction gave me shivers.

There wasn't much other than pleasing her on my mind when I took off her dress. She was wearing a simple black satin bra and matching panties. All I wanted was to reach out and touch her, but I knew better now.

She put an arm around my waist and pulled me close. I could smell her perfume, and I wanted to bury myself in her hair. Kissing me, I went weak as her tongue probed my mouth. Still, I didn't dare move, lest she tell me.

When she was done, she held me back, and I leaned in, trying to get some more face time with her. "That's all you get for now, slut. Now take off your clothes. A real cum slut doesn't wear anything in front of her Mistress. Does she?"

My bra was off, and I was shimming out of my panties. "Yes mistress." Now completely nude, I felt vulnerable, like she could do anything to me. Truth was, she could do anything right now; she held all the cards.

"Now you are going to lie next to your husband while I have my way with him. You can touch no one but yourself unless I give you permission. Although you may please yourself, you cannot cum unless I give you permission." She waited for me to get on the bed next to Matt before she walked around.

Addressing Matt, her voice became soft and girly like it was a few minutes ago in the living room. "Hey there, big guy. You look so lonely. Do you want some company?" She asked, biting her lower lip the way sexy girls only do in movies.

Shifting to get a better look, Sally's eyes flashed at me with daggers in them. Then she was back to Matt, who unceremoniously took off his pants without getting up or out of bed. Now just lying flat on his back, his cock was twitching; he was so excited.

Sally had yet to remove any more clothing. I was starting to think she did it as a way to tease me. All I wanted was to see her pink folds. To shove my face deep in her ass and make her moan. My hand found my clit, and I just needed to rub it for now as she took the tip of his cock and nibbled gently on it with her teeth.

He reached down and with his large hands, he guided her down and wedged his man meat into her perfect, tiny mouth. He was too large for her, but he forced her head down, and her gaging sounds were so sexy. I found myself rubbing harder.

She pulled off him, streams of saliva trailing out of her mouth. She started stroking him with her hand. "Are you going to cum for me, big guy?" Without waiting for his reply, she sucked on his balls and kept stroking while he grunted his pleasure.

All I wanted was for her to look at me. Pay me some sort of attention, I was screaming in my head. Then I started to feel warm, and I had to stop myself. I was close to orgasm. Then she looked at me, and I was elated. Finally worthy of her time, I felt tears starting to form and did what I could to hold them back.

Without breaking eye contact, she spoke to Matt. "Tell me when you're going to cum, please." She said and forced her mouth back over his cock. Matt nodded in confirmation.

Doubling her pace, she sucked and sucked. I could see Matt grimace and stiffen. I knew from experience he was going to cum soon. It was all I could do to stop myself from cumming too.

"I'm going to cum!" Matt yelped out.

Immediately, she his cock out of her mouth and stroked him. His cum spurt all over his belly and down his cock. All the time, she still had her eyes locked on me. "Lick it up." She commanded. "Lick all of his cum up and hold it in your mouth so you can give it back to me."

"Yes, mistress." Now on my hands and knees, I bent over Matt, freshly sucked cock. All I wanted to bring it back to life myself. I wanted him in me, but I was conflicted. I wanted to please Mistress as well. I licked up all of the cum I could find, then I got up on my knees. She leaned in and gave me the same kiss that started this night off, only this time I dropped all of Matt's cum in her.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she looked at me again, up and down like a piece of meat. "You're such a good little slut, I'll let you get close this next round. Now stroke this man with your hand so that he can enter me. Don't look at his face, just do as you're told." The command came back in her voice.

With my head down, I positioned myself so I could stroke Matt. His semi-hard cock was still moist from being in her mouth. I stroked his cock, noticing how small my hand was around his massive member. Willing his hard-on to come back, all my focus was on pleasing Mistress. As if reading my mind, Matt started to move his hips along with me.

Now he was nice and hard for her. She stood above him; somehow, she'd taken off her clothes. I was too busy to have noticed. She lowered that beautiful little kitty closer to his cock. "Move behind me, I want you to watch him fuck me. If you're a good little slut, I'll let you lick. Now get on your belly and watch, slut." As I moved into place, she enveloped Matt's dick between her sweet folds.

Slowly, she started to grind as he pumped in and out of her slowly. From where I was, I could see him sliding her flesh as her pussy gripped and squeezed him. She lay her chest down on his, and I could get a better view of how her vagina stretched to accommodate his girth and massive length. Her moans got noticeably louder, and a flash of jealousy went through me, but also my fingers found my clit.

As I stared at them, I couldn't help but wonder if I was jealous of her fucking my man or of my man getting to fuck her. Either way, I had to stop fucking myself; I was about to cum hard, and there would have been no way to hide it. Soon, I could see her juices flowing down Matt's cock. It was about all I could take; I desperately needed to cum.

She was whispering something to Matt, more jealousy and now shame that I couldn't please my Matt. Knowing that he was going to cum in her and he wouldn't have anything left for me. Humiliation for not being enough of a woman for him, I just wanted to wrap around him and have him make sweet love to me like when we were dating. Instead, I heard him grunting with pleasure as he fumbled-fucked her harder.

Matt's fingers pressed into her hips, the soft skin conforming to his firm grip. I heard her cumming again. I could see her juices flowing, and I wanted nothing more than to taste it.

Like she could read my mind she looked over her shoulder and commanded me. "Lick us now cum slut!"

I nearly leapt up and hand to control my self but I got close and Matt held her still while he forced his cock in and out of her. I licked up her sweet cum as it dripped off Matt making sure to stroke the base of his cock with my tongue whenever I could. I moved my mouth up and down. After a few moments I went up and little further and my tongue found her dark ring. I traced the rim and felt her respond with a deep moan. So I pushed my face in harder and felt my tongue slip past her tight ring she had a spicy taste that was musty, I wanted more.

Suddenly, she got up, I whimpered, she was standing now with one leg on either side of Matt. "Cum slut! Suck my cum off his cock. He'd better not drop, spill, or spurt anything out. If he does, it's going to be your ass. Clean him up." She got off the bed and watched.

Crawling up, I saw Matt's eyes for the first time since we've been in this bedroom. He had a goofy smirk on his face, which said he was having a wonderful time. Starting with his balls, I began to clean up. Her juice had run everywhere, it seemed. My nose tucked under his sack, I licked where I knew he'd like it. Then, a crack of skin on skin, she slapped my ass hard.

"Just clean him, slut! You're not entitled to please him yet. That's my fucking job!" Mistress slapped my ass hard yet again. I could feel the heat from the pain.

Oh no, I thought. I've angered Mistress, serving my own selfish needs. Only wanting to get back into her good graces, I went back to work. Fully cleaning his balls, then I started on his shaft, which was fully extended, and by the looks of it, he needed to unload. I was utilitarian in my approach, not wanting to overstimulate him. I held the tip with my fingers, pinching gently with my nails. Then, with my tongue, I started at the base and worked my way up and around till I could no longer taste her pussy. Then I set his cock down, which only meant it bobbled and stayed up.

"You're such a greedy slut. I should send you out of the room due to your misbehavior. But I'm a kind Mistress, and I've decided you can stay." Her voice was dripping with sexy indifference, and my hand found my mound again. I started rubbing.

"Now lay on your back with your head near the edge here." Mistress pointed to the foot of the bed. I understood where she wanted me. Then she got on top and lined her pink pussy up against me. Matt lined up his cock behind her.

Mistress and Matt were in a doggy position with me underneath. "Lick my clit slut. Do a good job, and maybe you'll get your chance."

"Yes, Mistress." My own voice, hoarse and foreign to me. I also spread my legs as far as I could. Desperate for her to notice and take pity on me and give me the orgasm I needed. She didn't give me anything; all I saw was Matt start pounding her. As I moved my lips closer, Matt pushed her pussy lower. The moment I was able to, I licked and sucked her clit.

Mistress responded and moaned to the double attention she was getting. A round of shame and now guilt that it was really Matt pleasing her, not me. Doubling my efforts, she started yelping and tasting sweeter. Matt had grown silent, which I took to mean that he was going to pop soon. And was I right? Not more than three pumps later, I could see him stretch and get up on his toes. With one final grunt, his cock began to throb in her tight cunt. Soon, his cum spilled out, and I couldn't get enough of it. The mixture tasted of them both, his salty semen mixed with her sweet juices flowed in my mouth and down my neck. I was covered in it, and I really was her cum slut.

Matt was finished and stepped back, and he took his cock with him. More of his cum slipped out of her and naturally just kept eating it up. Then, magic: her lips started to kiss my pussy. Nothing invasive, just a light touch, but it sent shock waves up and down my body.

I wanted to yell out, but I didn't want to stop pleasing her. Even breathing felt too selfish. Deciding it was alright to use my hands, I spread her to get my tongue as deep as it could go in her.

Her kisses turned to licks, and I didn't know if I could last much longer.

"You can cum now. You've proven yourself worthy," she said between licks. I started to buck and dig into her face with my hips. And she reacted in kind. Soon, everything went white, and I felt paralyzed as wave after wave of orgasms and emotions went through me. Then, I could feel Mistress cumming on my face again and again. Breathing heavily, I felt relief and relaxed like nothing more could happen in the world ever again.

Mistress rolled off me and found a pillow. "Come. Lay down with me," she said, warm and kind like when I first met her.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, curling in her arms.

"It's just Sally now. It's just us. We have each other," she hugged me, and we kissed the taste of cum and sex all over us. "You were fabulous and delightful. Thank you for sharing this with me."

With the warmth of her words and her skin, I could cuddle with her there forever. "Thank you for being so awesome. I'm sure Matt had a good time. Where the hell is Matt? Not that it matters right now; I just want you." Elsewhere in the house, I could hear Matt possibly having wine or something in the kitchen.

No longer Mistress Sally, fell asleep quickly, and her deep breathing felt like soft purrs. Sliding off the bed, I stood beside her, and now she was so small and unimposing. Reaching over, I pulled a small blanket onto her.

After making the decision to leave her, I left to find Matt. He was in the middle of the couch with only his boxers on, sipping a glass of wine. As I came closer, he held up a glass for me. "Sara, you should sit with me. I miss you." We'd been together all night, but I knew what he meant.

Settling down next to him, I found the wine to be perfect, somehow better than before. He put his arm around my still-naked body, and I could have melted. From my position, I could see the top of his penis through the flap of his boxers. I slipped my hand underneath the band and held it. Then I squeezed it, and he gave a soft moan and slipped his boxers down.

Taking just enough of his cock, I sucked him gently; he was clearly not completely spent. His semi-hard cock awakened in my mouth. And soon he started to fuck my mouth and the back of my throat. There were still traces of Sally all over him. That drove me wild, so I sucked harder and tugged on his nuts till he squirmed. At almost a whisper, he said, "Let's take this to the bedroom and make her watch us."

Holding his hand, he led me back to our bedroom. Sally, still tucked away under the blanket, looked so peaceful. I got on the bed first, with my ass up and my head down and facing Sally. Instead of crushing my pussy with his fat cock, he opted to eat me out. The five o'clock shadow of his chin rubbed against my overly sensitive labia, and I whimpered. Sally tossed awake, and her eyes went wide when she saw what we were doing.

Leaning up, Sally kissed me, then said in a low, soft voice, "Will you fuck me too?" A pleading question instead of a domineering command. Of course, I would, and I nodded affirmatively, and she moved her pussy down in front of me. I decided to savor her hot, wet box for a moment while he moved his tongue up and probed my asshole. Her vagina was bright and puffy from being fucked, the lips folded open, it was petite and perfect. I plowed into it, and she tasted amazing, so I went to work lapping her up. She responded and moved with soft calls of my name. "Sara. Oh, Sara, yes."

Before long, Matt's cock entered me, and my pussy welcomed him. He stretched me and filled me. Soon, his driving force set the rhythm for us all. His thrusts pushed me deeper and harder into her. Suddenly, she pressed hard against my face, and she squealed as her skin got tight and formed a film of tacky sweat. Then, with a primal scream, she came hard and bucked underneath me. It was so hard I nearly split my lip. Relenting, she released her grip of my face and calmed herself a bit, but I didn't stop, not while Matt continued fucking me.

Sally wiggled away, then got on her knees. From the sound of it, she started kissing Matt, whose strokes lost their rhythm. Then, I came up on my hands and knees, and Sally kissed me again. I was getting close. I didn't know how much longer I could last without collapsing on the bed. She stared rubbing my back, then worked her hands lower to my ass and groped me with my face inches from her pussy. It felt so good I didn't complain. She moved her hands back towards my head, but then when she got to my neck, she wrapped her hands around it. Squeezing slowly and firmly, I no longer felt Matt at all as I started to black out slightly. Then she let go. It felt like Matt was slamming into me.

She tightened her grip and squeezed again and again. Each time her fingers grasped my neck, it was all I could feel. Then, when she let go, Matt's cock was ever more present. This back and forth of all these senses and pressures was driving me closer and closer to an ultimate orgasm.

"Oh my fucking gawd!" I cried out. My entire body was shaking, and Sally's hands were lightly around my neck. Matt still pounding would need more time to work out the last of his cum. I could feel the sweat rolling down between my tits and dripping onto the bed. Sally let go and laid back, and got back under the blanket, just staring at me, smiling.

Within a few pumps, Matt's pacing shifted, and from his breathing, I could tell he was close. I needed his release in me, then it came hard. He grunted with satisfaction as he filled my fuck hole with his seed. It felt hot and like it sprayed all over my insides. When the last drop oozed out of him, he crumpled onto the bed, using what energy he had left to get close to Sally. They kissed gently. I was still on my hands and knees, just soaking it all in.

Matt and Sally made space in between them and beckoned me to join. Facing Sally, we made out gently, and Matt spooned me with his cock, just resting on the inside of my thighs. My arms found their way around her, and I pulled her closer and let her breasts push against mine. When we stopped kissing, she laid her head on my shoulder, and my hand had found the bottom curve of her toned little ass.

Before I drifted off to a much-deserved sleep, I said one last thing. "I can't wait to do this again." With nods of approval, we all fell asleep.