My Strange Addiction Ch. 05

Author's Note - Recap

In chapter 1, Tim finds a black teenager spying on his wife, Lisa, and stroking his cock. This starts a spiral that ends with Lisa getting a somewhat erotic neck and shoulder massage from Leon, while Tim watches. Leon leaves them, but circles back to watch them have wild sex.

In chapter 2, Tim and Lisa fight over Tim's inaction regarding Leon, but eventually make up and begin to share fantasies about Leon. The chapter ends with Leon giving Lisa a back massage in her bikini, on their covered back patio while Tim watches. Leon gets Lisa naked before she takes Tim into the house and they fuck while Leon mows the lawns, but they pretend Tim and Leon have switched roles.

In Chapter 3, Leon brings Lisa home after a football game and she sucks his cock and swallows his cum sitting in his car in the driveway while Tim waits inside. Lisa comes in and tells Tim all about it.

In Chapter 4, Lisa begins having sex with Leon. They fuck on three different occasions; On Saturday while Tim mows the lawns (mimicking the fantasy from Ch. 02), on a Saturday night when Tim takes Becky to the movies, and at an overnighter at a hotel after an away football game.

Chapter 5 notes:

This chapter will be told entirely from Lisa's perspective instead of from Tim's.

And now, Chapter 5 of My Strange Addiction.

Leon: Good morning, Mrs. B. You miss me yet?

Mmmmm. Leon. I was just thinking about Leon as I sat at the kitchen table and drank a cup of coffee before getting ready for my Monday chores. Tim had gone to work already, and I had just returned from the early morning practice with the cheerleading squad, all alone with my thoughts.

And they were wicked thoughts!

Friday night with Leon had been... well... I'm more than a little ashamed to admit just how much I had loved Friday night with Leon. The sex had been nothing short of mind-blowing. And it wasn't just because he stretched me out so deliciously, or that he could reach previously unexplored regions of my insides. His raw strength and his ability to use it so masterfully was just as important in his ability to push me into heights of sexual ecstasy I had never before experienced.

Of course, the rest of the weekend had been fantastic as well. My day in the spa with Tim had been incredibly relaxing and satisfying. The sex on both Saturday and Sunday nights had been some of the most passionate we'd had in many years. It was nothing like the frenetic, animalistic sex we had when fantasizing about Leon, because we didn't need to fantasize about Leon anymore. Leon had already happened. It was no longer a fantasy, it was very much our new reality, and it had stirred a passion inside both of us to reconnect. We made love... both nights... passionately and intimately and emotionally, and it had drawn us together in a way that surprised us both.

It was nothing like the sex with Leon, to be sure, but it was much more fulfilling emotionally even if it fell short on raw physicality.

None of that reconnection led either of us to think that Leon was now off the table. Tim was very clear that he would be disappointed if I decided to put the brakes on what was happening with Leon, but also very clear that the decision was entirely my own to make.

Of course, I already knew what decision I was going to make. I felt the moisture building between my legs on receiving a simple text from him. I wanted more. I needed more. But I also didn't want to sound desperate.

Me: Maybe a little. But more importantly, did you miss me?

Leon: Hell yes. But not for much longer

Me: Why's that?

Leon: Because I am going to come fuck you today. After you do a few things for me.

I sat and stared at that text, breathing just a little harder. I could feel the wave of desire trying to swallow me whole. The idea of getting to feel him inside of me... soon... of getting to feel his control take me over and make me his... it was a massive tidal wave bearing down on me, threatening to drown me in its power. I was a little scared at how quickly those emotions were flooding into me and taking control, and I decided I needed to try to exercise a little bit of self-control.

Me: And exactly why should I be doing things for you?

It seemed like a sensible thing for a woman in my situation to say to a cheeky teenager trying to get in her panties. I should be the one holding all the cards, not him.

But there was no response from him.

Had I pissed him off by pushing back?

Was he longer going to come fuck me with that incredible cock of his?

Had I fucked everything up by not just agreeing?

God! Why the hell was I torturing myself over not getting a text back from this kid?

I set the phone down, closed my eyes, and took several long, deep breaths. I finished my coffee and decided to get another cup. Just as I stood up, I got the notification of a received text. I nearly dropped my mug in my haste to open up the phone to read the text.

Fuck, I was so out of control!

It was a picture... of his cock!

He appeared to be standing in a bathroom stall, presumably at the high school, and he had his cock out, holding it in his hand and taking the picture from above. Even though it was mostly soft, it still looked impossibly large.

Leon: This is why, and we both know it.

Goddamn it!

A teenager, my daughter's age, was sending me dick pics from a high school bathroom!

I should have chewed him out, then blocked his contact, then reported him to his mom... or the school... or... someone. Right?

Instead... well... I couldn't take my goddamned eyes of that picture! That dick did things to me. Was it the fact that it was so big? Was it the fact that it belonged to a total Adonis? Was it the fact that it was black? Was it the fact that he literally was young enough to be my son and still found me intensely desirable? Was it his clearly dominant personality that could make me crave submission like I had never done before?

No.

It wasn't any one of those things. It was all of them. I sat there, staring at that pic, realizing that the tidal wave had already crashed down on top of me, swallowing me and dragging me out to sea. I was no longer in control here. I was no longer thinking about any of my Monday chores, I was thinking about him. Leon made me respond in ways I had never before experienced, and I craved it. It was so, so wrong, but none of that mattered to me. I needed it.

Me: You're right. What do you want me to do?

Leon: For starters, I want a nude mirror selfie. You can blur out your face, or crop it if you want, but I want to see you, completely nude, no attempt to hide anything from me.

There was no fucking way I was going to do that!

Right?

"Of course I'm not," I said out loud while I slowly walked towards the guest bathroom, unable to take my eyes of the picture of that magnificent cock.

I stepped into the bathroom and ran some cold water, splashing it on my face two or three times. I just needed to snap myself out of this trance I found myself in, right? Surely that was the only reason I was in the bathroom, in front of a mirror, with a phone in my hand. I kept telling myself that in my head, even though I knew it to be a lie.

I stood there and stared at myself in the mirror. Why was I trembling with nervousness (and excitement)? Why was I imagining myself naked in front of the mirror?

"I cannot be doing this," I said out loud to myself. I don't think I would have fooled anyone with those words, however, since I was already removing my shirt while I was saying it.

I stopped myself as I was about to drop my shirt on the floor. I almost put it back on.

Almost.

Instead I let go of the shirt and my hands moved to my bra.

My eyes were closed as I undid the latch and shrugged my shoulders forward, causing the bra to fall forward into my hands. I didn't actually open my eyes until the bra was also on the floor, on top of the shirt.

I stood there and stared at my naked breasts.

No... let me fix that. I stood there and stared at my... titties. Leon likes to call them my 'titties'. He told me that it was because they weren't very big, although both he and Tim assure me they are so perfect that I shouldn't worry about their size.

"Why am I doing this?" I asked myself as I began lowering my jeans and panties to the floor, together, and stepping out of them.

By then it was clear, as if there had ever been any real doubt, that I was going to send Leon the picture he'd asked for. I was unable to stop myself, mostly because I didn't want to stop myself. I had no real explanation for the fact that I so desperately wanted to do the things that Leon told me to do, even if they were things I would never consent to under any other circumstance.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I could see all the signs of the desire I felt burning inside of me. My nipples were hard, standing out to make themselves known, my skin was flushed, my breath quickened. I reached down to touch myself between my legs. I was already soaking wet.

I moaned as my finger dipped briefly inside my sodden pussy.

"This is crazy", I said to the aroused woman staring back at me in the mirror. I picked up my phone and held it so that it completely covered my face in the mirror, but exposed all of my body to Leon. I quickly snapped several pictures, then sorted through them to find the best one.

I edited it to blur the background enough that it would be hard to guess where it was taken.

I took a deep breath and clicked the share icon, carefully picked the text thread with Leon, making absolutely sure I didn't accidentally send it to someone else, and before I could change my mind, clicked send.

I was visibly shaking after I hit the send button. I was only a volunteer at the school, not an employee, and Leon was eighteen, so it certainly wasn't breaking any laws to send that to him. But the damage to my reputation, and by extension Tim's reputation, would be substantial should anyone find out about that picture, and who it was that was in it.

Leon's reply was nearly immediate.

Leon: I knew you would send it. God that body is so perfect!

Me: TY

Leon: There is one thing I want you to take care of, however

Me: And what is that?

Leon: Pubic hair. I don't like it. I want you to be smooth. It's good to know that the carpet matches the drapes on a redhead, but I want you to go out this morning and get a full Brazilian.

My immediate reaction was to tell Leon to fuck off. That is absolutely what I would have done before Leon came into the picture. But there was another side of me that Leon and I were discovering together, and that side of me was turning the dial up on my arousal as I stood there, naked, in the guest bathroom.

That part of me got even wetter thinking about what I would look like with all my pubic hair gone.

Oh my!

Me: OK

I had really just agreed to something I'd never considered before, and Tim had never asked for, just because Leon had told me to do it. And it felt liberating.

Leon: We'll use your car to get me in and out of your house, like we did last time. Leave it somewhere inconspicuous on your way home from the salon and send me the pin to it, then walk home. I'll drive it into your garage and will hide in the back seat while you drop me off after.

Me: After?

Leon: After I'm done fucking you, of course. I will have to go back to school for my last two classes.

By this point I was back to staring at the picture he'd sent me of his cock and I was imagining how good it was going to feel to have it inside of me again. Any hope of me regaining control of the situation was completely gone. I took a deep breath and accepted that.

Me: OK

Leon: Good girl

I heard the garage door close at a little after 11:30 that morning.

I knelt in front of the door into the house from the garage to wait for him.

I was naked.

I was blindfolded.

My hands were clasped behind my back.

This is what Leon had instructed me to do when I returned from the salon and sent him a picture that I had complied with his request.

I was waiting for him - his prize. Why did he deserve such a prize? He was young and virile, and handsome and strong and accomplished. He also was incredibly charismatic, and very assertive. He also had an extraordinary cock. None of any of that would have mattered, though, had his presence in our house that fateful Saturday not started Tim down a path of dark, dark fantasies.

Tim's descent into his fantasies had enabled me to find fantasies I hadn't even known I had. Together we spiraled into this abyss, with Leon fueling the descent the entire way, while also being in a place where he could reap the rewards. And in that moment, I was his reward, waiting for him, naked and obedient, to enjoy during his free periods from school.

It was so twisted.

And so... fucking... HOT!!

It made me so unbelievably wet, because Leon had unlocked an incredible need within me, something I never would have guessed was there to be unlocked. He had shown me a desire to give myself to a powerful man who knew how to take what he wanted.

I heard the door open and close, but there was just silence. Then I heard the pop of the button of his jeans and the lowering of a zipper, followed by some rustling of clothes, and a moment later I felt something hard and hot pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and he pressed into me.

As the head of his cock entered my mouth, I recognized the size and the shape and the feel of it. I had a moment where I wondered if he might have sent someone else in his place, which would have explained why he wanted me blindfolded and essentially helpless, but it was definitely his amazing cock that was pushing into my mouth.

He pushed two inches of it into me, holding my head in place in his hands.

"Mmmm... yeah," his voice quietly groaned. "soo, sooo goood... Mrs. B."

He had been in the house less than 30 seconds, and his cock was already in my mouth! It was almost impossible to fathom how I had arrived at this place, but I was so unbelievably turned on by it all.

"I loved seeing the red hair above your pussy," he said to me, "but it is so much hotter now that it is completely bare. I'll bet Tim is gonna love it."

I wasn't so sure about that. Tim had never once asked me to remove any pubic hair. I asked him one time about what he thought about that trend, and he was pretty dismissive of it.

Leon was slowly and methodically moving my head with his hands, sliding my mouth up and down onto his cock, taking his pleasure from me as I knelt there, having offered myself up as a gift to him on a Monday morning when my husband was at work and my daughter at school.

"Mmmmm... your mouth feels so good on my cock," he groaned as he used me for his pleasure.

Eventually though, he took his cock out of my mouth and helped me stand up. He turned me and bent me over the counter top of the mud room between the garage and the rest of the house. His hand cupped my ass, and it was my turn to moan. He caressed it slowly, causing me to sigh in pleasure at the feel of that massive hand stroking me so gently.

SMACK!

I yelped loudly as he spanked my ass, hard, with that big strong hand.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Oh gawwd," I cried out in pain as he rained down three more blows, in the exact same spot on my ass.

He pressed against me, pinning me to the countertop, his face right next to my ear.

"You pushed back against me this morning when I told you I had things for you to do, Mrs. B.," he growled into my ear before stepping back again.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Fucckkkk," I yelped in pain as three more blows came down on the same spot as before. The pain was building rapidly, making me breathe heavily nearly to the point of hyperventilation.

His body pressed against me again, his cock pressing against my ass, his mouth at my ear again. He wrapped his arms around me to roughly squeeze my breasts... my titties.

"That is unacceptable, Mrs. B.," he said to me. "We have already established who's in control here, have we not?"

I didn't want to admit it to him, because it felt so against my nature, but he was right. From the moment I had climbed into his mom's car behind the tennis courts after that Friday night football game, he had firmly established that he was in full control. His control ignited something inside of me I had begun to crave, even if it ran counter to everything I thought I knew about myself.

"Yess," I agreed with him.

His right hand slid down from my titties, across my abdomen, making me gasp as it continued down between my legs. He paused to caress the bare skin of my pubic mound; the hair completely removed at his insistence. I will confess that it was exquisite to feel his fingers lightly stroking skin that had never been stroked without hair getting in the way. In an instant his middle finger was inside of me, all the way to the hilt.

"You are soaking wet, Mrs. B," he said to me as his finger probed my sex. "This has gone you so turned on, hasn't it?"

"Yesss," I hissed. There was no sense denying it. My body was responding in obvious ways.

"I sensed it that very first night," he said. "You've never really submitted to anyone like this, but you've discovered that it really turns you on, haven't you?"

"Yesss."

"You're longing to explore this newfound desire to submit, aren't you, Mrs. B? That is why you removed all your pubic hair and waited for me... naked... to come show you that I own you?"

"Yess... god... yessss."

"You want me to turn you into my submissive little slut, don't you, Mrs. B?"

"Yes."

"Even though you are married to another man, you still want me to own you?"

"I don't want to leave my husband," I clarified.

"I don't want you to leave him, either. I love the fact that you are married to him, spending his money, raising his daughter, sleeping in his bed, but that you will give me this pussy whenever I desire it. And I am going to desire it a lot."

As he said the words 'this pussy', he pounded that middle finger deeply inside of me, the palm of his hand pressing hard against my clit, causing me to groan in pleasure.

"You accept that I am going to turn you into my obedient little slut, Mrs. B?"

"I don't just accept it," I replied, "I crave it."

He stepped back again, letting go of my titties with his left hand and taking his finger out of my sex.

SMACK!

Another blow in the same place, bringing a great deal of pain, which surprisingly only seemed to add to the moisture between my legs.

"Then you will no longer resist when I ask you to do something?" He growled into my ear again.

"No," I replied shakily, "no more resisting."

"Good," he said.

He turned me around, took the blindfold off and then he kissed me, his tongue probing into my mouth as he cupped my breasts... my titties... in his hands.

"God we are going to have so much fun together, Mrs. B."

"Yes... yes we are," I agreed.

"Now," he said, taking my hand and placing it around his cock, "take me to the bedroom you share with your husband and I'll fuck you on your marital bed with my big, black, cock, while your husband slaves away to pay for your life."

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck," I was grunting with every thrust of that extraordinary cock into me. I was nearing another orgasm, which would be the third I'd had since he'd fed that beast into me. I instinctively knew this one would surpass the other two, as incredible as they had been.

I was lying face down on the bed with Leon behind me, his legs trapping my own between them as he thrust aggressively into me. He had one hand in the small of my back and the other at the top of my shoulders, both forcefully pressing me into the mattress as he relentlessly pounded me.

In that position I felt so helpless. His strength overpowered me. I was unable to move, unable to resist, unable to do anything but take his cock deep inside of me, and it was glorious! His cock was so big, so wide, so deep, so... powerful. I had reached a feeling of nirvana I hadn't experienced in any other way. I knew that I was helplessly addicted to that feeling.

"Fucking hell, Mrs. B.," he growled at me, "this pussy is so... damn... fine. I'm gonna cum soon. Where do you want it?"

"Oh god... inside of me... give it to me... make me cum on your cock while you're filling me with your cum. I'm so fucking close!"

He pressed hard against my ass, shouting in pleasure just as I felt the wave of ecstasy crash over me. My pussy spasmed on his cock exactly as I felt it pulse inside of me, the warmth of his cum filling my depths in powerful spurts of thick cream.

"OHHH... MY... GAAAWWWD!" I screamed as the incredible sensation of a simultaneous orgasm flooded my system.

God, Leon's fingers felt so good on me, exploring all over my body. There was such strength in those hands of his that it seemed even more amazing when he could stroke my skin so tenderly and lovingly. I was still face down on the bed. He was sitting cross legged beside me, stroking all over my naked body with those fingers. It felt heavenly.

"Your body is so fucking flawless," Leon said to me when his fingers eventually made their way onto my ass, slowly stroking all over it, making me squirm in pleasure. "This ass... it is so perfect. It's almost hard to imagine you're 37 years old. You have the body of a teenager."

I suspected he was just stroking my ego at the same time he was stroking my ass, but it did feel good to hear him say it.

"I've been dreaming about being able to do this for years now, Mrs. B. It's been even better than I ever imagined."

"Well, I can't say I've been thinking about this for very long," I replied, "but I can agree it has been better than anything I could have imagined. God... who knew sex could be like this?"

Don't get me wrong. I have no complaints about my love life with my husband. We have great sex together. We always have. But... Leon took things to a whole new level, one I had never dreamed could even exist.

His fingers were slowly circling lower and lower on my ass, making my hips begin to gyrate in rhythm with his fingers, lifting up slightly to urge him to continue even lower where my pussy was still greedily demanding his attention.

He got the message, dipping his fingers between my legs and stroking the folds of my sex.

"Still feeling horny, Mrs. B.?" He asked.

"Mmmmm," I moaned as my only verbal response, but the non-verbal response was to press my pussy back against his fingers as encouragement to give me even more. That should have been enough of a message to let him know he was right.

He chuckled as he began running his finger up and down the length of my pussy, pressing further and further into me with each stroke.

"What do you want, Mrs. B.?" He whispered into my ear. "Tell me what you want."

"Put it... oh gawd... put your finger in me," I groaned, desperate to be penetrated yet again and guessing that even he couldn't be ready to fuck me again after such a short time.

"I will give you what you want," he said quietly, "if you agree to what I want."

"And what is that?"

"For the next two weeks, I am going to come here every day during my free periods, just like I did today. You'll leave your car for me somewhere, best to pick different spots each time, and I will come to you. You will wait for me, just inside the door, kneeling naked and blindfolded, every day at 11:30. When I step into your house, you will be mine to do with as I please."

I wanted him to push his finger into me pretty badly at that point, and I probably would have agreed to almost anything to get him to oblige me, but what he was asking was a no-brainer. All I had to do was agree to him coming and giving me more fantastic sex? Work, work, work. How could I ever consider such a thing?

'Please don't throw me in that briar patch,' I thought in my head.

If you are thinking it is weird that I was thinking about a kid's folktale while getting my pussy stroked, you are probably right. But... so be it. I can't help the thoughts that come into my mind in moments like that.

"Yes... I agree... now... pleaasse," I whined.

"Please, what, Mrs. B.?" He asked teasingly.

"Please... fuck me with your finger," I sighed.

He pressed his middle finger all the way inside of me. There was very little resistance of course, because I was still gaping open from the pounding he'd just given me, and I was also incredibly well lubricated having just been filled with his cum.

"God it feels so good in this pussy with all my cum inside of it," Leon said quietly, that finger slowly playing around inside of my cum-filled sex. "You are on birth control, right?"

It seemed a little late to be asking that question, didn't it? Over the last two weeks, he'd dropped about a dozen loads of cum inside of me. He was only now asking me if I was on birth control?

"Of course," I answered, "I may be crazy doing this with you, but I ain't batshit crazy enough to let you cum inside me without any birth control."

He began putting considerable downwards pressure with that finger of his, rubbing onto my G-spot and making me squirm in pleasure, my hips rotating in perfect harmony with the movement of his finger inside of me.

"God," he whispered quietly, almost as if he didn't want me to hear it, "it would be kind of hot if you weren't, though. It would be so awesome to fuck you when your belly was swelling with my black baby inside of you."

No. Oh god, no it wouldn't.

But, in the state I was in in that moment, I wasn't going to argue with him. He was making me feel so damn good when he said that, and I wasn't about to challenge him on a fantasy I knew I wasn't ever going to indulge.

Of course, my response to him saying that was simply a moan. It wasn't because of what he had said, but because of what that lovely finger was doing inside the walls of my pussy, pressing so wonderfully against my G-spot.

At any other time I might have wondered about how Leon would interpret that moan, but in that moment, I simply didn't care. God that finger felt good!

And then he did something completely unexpected. He put his free hand on my ass and pulled to spread me open a little more and he leaned down and licked me... right... oh god... right on my asshole!

"Oh... gawd...," I moaned loudly.

I had no idea... it... could feel like that!

Fuck that felt good!

Tim and I weren't really into anal play.

Let me rephrase that. I was not really into anal play. With the exception of the times that we were completely out of control pretending that Leon was fucking me, I'd always stopped Tim when he would try to even touch me there. I had no idea how much he might have been interested in it because he never really pushed for it.

But with Leon... well... let's just say Leon didn't ask. I doubt I'd have been able to stop him even if I'd wanted to stop him. But we'll never know because I sure as hell didn't want to stop him. It felt heavenly. The combination of his finger rubbing my G-spot and his tongue probing my ass felt fan-fucking-tastic!

"Oh jesus... Leon... what are... you doing?"

"Does Tim really never toss your salad?" Leon replied.

Toss my salad? What the fuck is that?

I might have said something about it if he hadn't pressed hard against my G-spot while driving his tongue what felt like about a mile and a half into my ass.

Good god, why did I never let Tim play with my ass?

"Oh... fuck... yessss," I moaned out loudly.

He sat back up, chuckling at my response, just as I was beginning to think he would easily be able to make me cum just from doing that. He also left me feeling really empty and desperate when he pulled his finger out of my pussy. But his finger didn't go very far. In fact, it never broke contact with my skin. He slowly began making little circles, moving upwards across my perineum. He kept slowly moving upwards, with only one possible destination in mind. If it had been Tim, I would have reached down and moved his hand away.

But it was not Tim, now was it? It was Leon, and we had already established that Leon was in charge, now hadn't we? His finger arrived at the destination, making little circles all around that puckered entrance that was supposed to only be an exit... teasing me.

Why was I always so reluctant to try this? It felt so, damn good.

"Oh... gawd," I hissed as he pressed that middle finger all the way up inside my ass. The finger had just come out of my sloppy pussy, so it was covered in our combined juices, and his tongue has just been inside of me, leaving its own lubrication, so his finger slid in very easily.

"God this ass is tight," Leon commented. "Let me guess, Tim's also never fucked you in the ass?"

"Oh god no," I replied. "My ass has always been off limits."

"Until now," he said, slowly stroking that finger in and out of me to prove a point.

Point proven.

"I'm gonna love fucking your virgin ass, Mrs. B.," he said. "This ass don't belong to no one but me. Ain't that right, Mrs. B?"

"Only you," I agreed. I had never even considered the possibility of anal sex, but I had to admit, that finger felt pretty damn good inside of me, and the thought of giving myself so totally to this strong man, enough that he could take my virgin ass, was pressing all sorts of buttons inside of my psyche in that moment.

He grabbed my hand and guided it onto his cock. It was still wet with our combined fluids, and it was already growing hard... again.

"Goddamn," I groaned, "how can you be getting hard again already?"

"It is one of the many pleasures of youth," he replied.

He laid himself back on his back on our bed, his head on Tim's pillow.

"I think you need to do all the work this time, Mrs. B," grabbing my hand and pulling me up and towards him.

I took his cock into my mouth, and felt the incredible feeling of it expanding inside of me as he got hard yet again.

"Do you want me to suck it, or fuck it?" I asked with a smile.

"Take your pick" he replied, putting both his hands behind his head to casually accept whatever I was going to offer.

I quickly straddled him and guided him back to my pussy. I needed him to fill me again.

"Fuck yesssss," I groaned as I lowered myself, all at once, filling my pussy with his glorious cock. Jesus, I loved the feel of his cock inside of me.

That night, while Tim was brushing his teeth, I stepped into the closet. This was part of my normal nightly routine. I would step into the closet, get undressed and put on my pajamas before finishing getting ready for bed. But on that night, I broke with the routine. Instead of putting on pajamas, I just stripped completely naked, and then stepped out of the closet and stood in front of Tim while he finished brushing his teeth, putting my body on display.

It took him a few seconds to notice me standing there naked, and then a few more seconds before he noticed why I was showing him my naked body. But his eyes were eventually drawn downwards until they were fixed on the smooth, bare skin above my pussy.

He immediately turned off his tooth brush and spit the toothpaste into the sink.

"Ummm," he stammered, staring intently at me, seeing me for the first time without any pubic hair.

"You like?" I asked, a little bit afraid that he might actually be upset, as this was something he had never really expressed interest in.

"I mean... it looks pretty hot for sure," he replied, alleviating some of my anxiety. "But what brought that on?"

I didn't respond. I just stared at him. I was pretty sure if he thought about it hard enough, he would figure it out.

"Leon?" He asked after a few long moments of silence.

I just nodded.

"How did he talk you into that?" Tim asked.

"He didn't," I said. "Leon doesn't 'talk me into' things. You should know that by now."

"So he told you to do it and you did it?" He asked.

"Yes," I said, taking a step closer to him and eyeing him hungrily. "Does that somehow surprise you at this point, Tim?"

"Ummm... no... not really," he stammered.

I could see it. There was a lump that was getting bigger in the front of his pajama bottoms. I smile wickedly in his direction.

"It turns you on almost as much as it turns me on, doesn't it, Tim?"

"It really turns you on to have him control you?" He asked quietly.

"Oh god yes," I replied, moving ever closer towards him. "I can't quite explain why, but it just feels so right when he tells me what to do and I do it."

"Well, at least I am the first to see it, right?" He asked me.

I laughed out loud at his assumption. He knew, of course, that I had gone to get it done earlier that day. He didn't know that Leon had already visited me since then.

"Oh god no," I replied. "Leon has already seen it... and touched it... and tasted it."

I had reached out and was slowly stroking his hard-on through the front of his pajamas.

"Oh... fuck," Tim moaned.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that part. He fucked it too. Twice."

"Wh... whennn," Tim groaned as I stroked him.

"He only has 4 classes he needs to graduate," I explained to him, "so, he has quite a bit of free time during the day. Enough to come and fuck your wife in your own bed while you are slaving away at your desk."

"Jezzzzusssss," he groaned as I slipped my hand inside his pajamas onto his bare cock, which by that point felt like an iron bar in his pants.

"You seem like you are excited, Tim," I whispered to him as I slowly stroked his hard cock. "Does it excite you that I got my pubic hair removed to please the black boy who came and fucked me in your bed today?"

"Oh gawwd," he groaned loudly.

"Should I take that as a yes," I whispered seductively, "or should I make you show me how much you like it?"

"Make me..." he gasped, barely able to speak. I chuckled into his ear while I reached up and grabbed his shoulder with my spare hand and pushed downward, making him kneel in front of me. It was an incredible aphrodisiac in that moment to feel that he wanted to submit to me in the same way that I wanted to submit to Leon. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me, pressing his lips to the newly bared skin of my pubis.

"Yeah," i said, "kiss my skin, Tim. Kiss me as you think about how I yielded to Leon's desires and had all my hair removed for him."

We both moaned at the feeling of lips and tongue on bare skin in a place where it had never been felt before.

"Do you want to reclaim your wife, Tim?" I asked him as I guided his mouth to explore all around the freshly sugared area.

"Yes... yes I do," he agreed.

I stepped forward even more, pushing him backwards until he was sitting on the floor and I was positioned almost directly over him, guiding his mouth down to a very wet pussy.

"Then make me cum with that mouth of yours and I'll let you feel the pussy Leon stretched out today."

He practically attacked my pussy with his mouth, demonstrating his own eagerness and arousal with his incredible enthusiasm.

It had been almost ten hours since Leon had left me, exhausted on the bed. I had showered and cleaned up since then, but there had been a lot of cum leaking out of me all day. I had no idea if Tim could taste any remainders of what Leon had left inside of me, nor did I really care. It felt so, so good to have my husband in that position below me, worshipping me with his mouth, eagerly lapping at the pussy he knew the lawn boy had fucked into oblivion earlier in the day.

I continued moving him backwards and downwards until he was laying on the back on the bathroom floor and I was straddling his face, grinding myself against his mouth as he eagerly lapped at my unfaithful pussy. It seemed totally contradictory that I could enjoy two completely opposite experiences in such a short period of time that both excited me immensely. Earlier in the day I was the one being made to submit, to a teenage boy the same age as my daughter. Now I was forcing my husband to submit to me, forcing him to taste the pussy I had given to another man less that 12 hours earlier. In that moment it seemed to me that this was the natural order of things, and I closed my eyes and groaned at the excitement of it all.

God, what an absolute rush that was!

Leon: Have fun in there :)

Damn.

I had only just arrived at the adult superstore that Leon had sent me to that Tuesday morning. He had to have been watching my location on his phone as I drove there.

Yes, I had agreed to his request to share my location with him. Was that a good idea? Perhaps not, although I had known Leon long enough that I didn't believe him to be a threat in any way, other than recalibrating my perception of what great sex should be like.

How in the hell was I going to have fun in there? This would be the first time in my life I had ever visited a store like this. Yes, I had gone to an adult novelty store to buy that black dildo a few weeks back, but it was a small store front in a little strip mall and I was the only customer in the store. This was a large adult megastore with a video arcade and close to a dozen cars in the parking lot, even though it was barely 8:00 in the morning.

I knew I was going to attract attention. Leon had, purposefully, seen to that. He had told me what to wear and, just as critically, what not to wear. I had on a white cotton tank-top that left a considerable amount of midriff on display, yoga pants that fit like they were painted on, and no-show socks with a pair of running shoes. What I was not allowed to wear was any underwear at all; no panties, and no bra.

This meant that there would be very little left to the imagination as I walked into a store that would likely be full of mostly male clientele that were already thinking about sex. It felt like the rough equivalent of a wounded antelope walking into a lion's den.

I couldn't remember the last time I felt this nervous about anything.

But, I would be lying if I didn't admit that I was also turned on. The fact that I was doing this because Leon insisted that I do it made it fit perfectly with my newly discovered desires of submission. I knew that everyone in the store would be keenly aware of how hard my nipples were, pressing out quite noticeably in the front of that tank top. I was certain to demand the full attention of every man in the store.

Damn, was I nervous... and also incredibly turned on.

Leon: It's okay. You can do this. Kyle will take care of everything.

That was, of course, the other reason this made me nervous as hell. I didn't even know why I was coming to this store in the first place. Kyle did. Apparently, Kyle was Leon's friend who worked at the store. Leon only told me to bring a credit card and my phone, and to follow Kyle's instructions. I stepped out of the car, which I had parked where it couldn't be seen from the street, and began to quickly walk into the store. The entrance could be seen from the street, and while it was far enough away from where I lived that the odds were extremely small anyone I knew would see it, it felt to me like I recognized every car that drove by as I scurried, scantily dressed, into the adult superstore.

I stepped inside, disoriented, not having any idea why I was even there, or what I was supposed to do. The only thing I had was a name - Kyle - and the instruction that I was to do what Kyle said. But I had no idea who Kyle was, or even if Leon was certain he would be there in that moment. I began to look around the store, trying to figure out what to do, and then I heard something that surprised me.

"Lisa!" I heard a voice exclaim loudly and excitedly to my right. I turned and saw a tall young man walking in my direction. He was incredibly thin and nearly as tall as Leon, with long, greasy black hair, an acne scarred face, and a surprisingly disarming smile. He barely looked old enough to even be in the store. I knew he had to be at least 21 to be working there, but I wouldn't have guessed he was more than 19. I guess it made sense he would be young if he was a good friend of Leon.

He approached me rapidly and stretched out his arms like he intended to give me a hug. I was quite uncertain that I wanted to give this stranger a hug, but Leon had told me to trust Kyle and, more importantly, to follow Kyle's instruction, so I relented and let Kyle give me a hug.

He whispered quickly into my ear.

"Just go with it," he said, "Ricky will give me a lot of leeway if he thinks we have a relationship."

Then he broke off the hug.

"It's so good to see you," he said loudly, apparently for Ricky's benefit. I quickly glanced around the store and saw one other employee, and older man with a graying beard, a balding head and a considerable paunch to his belly. This was probably Ricky, and I guessed he was the manager.

"It's good to see you too," I replied, trying to match Kyle's enthusiasm.

Kyle put an arm around my shoulder and guided me in the direction of Ricky, speaking quietly to me.

"Just go with the flow so I can give you the help Leon asked me to give," he reminded me.

As we approached Ricky, I could see the older man subtly scanning my body, pausing briefly to glance at the nipples which I knew were standing at full attention, pressing out against the tank top.

"Hey, boss," Kyle said, "this is my... friend... Lisa Baxter. The one I told you about. She needs a little help making some purchases. Do you mind if I give her a little assistance?"

I could see the look in Ricky's eyes. It was a combination of respect and jealousy. Based on the way Kyle hesitated when deciding how to introduce me, and the fact that he had mentioned something to his boss already, I guessed Kyle had given his boss the impression that I was someone he was fucking, making it so his boss would play the role of wingman and let Kyle give me his full attention while I was in the store.

"Nice to meet you Lisa," Ricky said with a smile. "You are in good hands with Kyle."

I decided to go all in on the game Kyle was playing. I really hoped my guess was right that Kyle had told his boss we were fucking.

"Oh," I said with a conspiratorial wink, "I know all about how good his hands are."

I saw the wry smile that Ricky gave his employee, confirmation that I had guessed correctly about what Kyle had told his boss. I was quite certain that Kyle had just gained an enormous boost in the respect his boss had for him.

"Take all the time you need," Ricky said to Kyle, clearly wishing he were in Kyle's place, "It's not terribly busy now, I am sure I can hold down the fort."

"Thanks, boss," Kyle said turning me back towards the back of the store and sliding his hand down onto the bare skin in the small of my back to lead me to whatever it was that Leon had asked him to get for me. "Let's go see if we can find what you are looking for."

God!

I had a complete stranger's hand on the bare skin just above my ass. It wasn't terribly inappropriate contact, but it certainly spoke of a degree of intimacy beyond a mere friendship, which was clearly what Kyle was going for. I wasn't sure whether Kyle thought the ruse was necessary, or if he was just taking advantage of the situation to be able to touch the pretty lady who Leon had sent to him.

In that moment, I was so wound up from Leon pushing my boundaries, that the stranger's hand felt incredibly arousing against my skin. I could feel myself wishing he would let the fingers touching the waistband of my pants slip down onto my ass. I glanced around the store and noticed several other customers, all men, who looked closer in age to Ricky than Kyle, all older men, shopping in an adult store early on a Tuesday morning.

As you can probably guess, Kyle and I had their full attention. They tried to pretend they were still browsing for something in the store, but they were watching Kyle with his hand in the small of my back, touching my bare skin. It was just above the ass that was so blatantly on display in the skin tight yoga pants with no visible panty line, because there were no panties to leave a line. I was certain they were all wishing they were Kyle in that moment.

"I have no idea what I am looking for," I said quietly to Kyle as he led me to the back of the store.

"I know," Kyle whispered back. "Leon told me what he wanted you to buy. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I said.

"Are you really... ummm..." he began, and I decided to finish his sentence for him.

"Fucking Leon?" I said.

He nodded.

"Yes," I answered quickly and quietly.

"Jesus," he said. "Lucky fucking bastard."

"Yes," I agreed. Luck certainly had something to do with it all, but Leon had played the hand he was dealt masterfully, so it hadn't all been luck.

"You're married though, right?" Kyle asked, having noticed my wedding ring.

"Yes," I answered him, "but my husband has this fantasy, and Leon was in the right place at the right time."

"Lucky... fucking... bastard," Kyle repeated.

We stopped along the back wall of the store.

"Don't worry," he said very quietly to me, "I am not going to try to get away with anything. Leon just asked me to do something that I am only going to be able to do if Ricky thinks you and I are a thing."

"What did he ask you to do?" I asked, curious as to what that even meant.

"Patience," he said, "first things first. We need you to pick out all the items Leon asked me to get you, starting here." He gestured to the wall in front of him which had a large collection of butt plugs hanging from long pegs on the wall.

Oh my!

Leon had told me the day before that he was planning on taking my ass. I wasn't sure exactly how much he meant it. The evidence in front of me on the wall clarified that considerably.

"I recommend you start with one of the stainless-steel sets so you can work your way up from something quite small and get yourself used to things before you use the last one."

"The last one?" I asked.

He then pointed to a row along the bottom that had larger, more anatomically correct plugs made out of silicone. They roughly looked like real penises, although still flared into a very wide knot in the middle. There were 4 different sizes of those, the largest one seeming impossibly thick in the middle, even after having gotten used to the thickness of Leon's cock.

"Oh god," I whispered as I thought of that.

"You know what he is getting you ready for, I assume, so let me just recommend that you getting something a little bigger than that, so that you can be more comfortable when... umm... you know."

"Yeah... I know. Damn."

I looked at the bigger, silicone, semi-realistic plugs first, noticing that the second smallest one was likely smaller than Leon at the thickest point, so I reached out and grabbed the second largest one.

"Maybe you should pick one that is only a little bigger," he reminded me.

I just looked at him and raised my eyebrows.

"I heard you," I said, "and that's what I did."

He looked at me, then looked at the size of the butt-plug I had in my hand.

"Seriously?" He asked.

I just nodded my head and bit my lower lip.

"Lucky... fucking... bastard," Kyle repeated for the third time.

"He's not the only one," I said with a smile, thinking about how lucky I was to get to feel Leon's extraordinary cock.

"Well," Kyle said with a look of awe on his face, "You better pick a set that will build you up to that thing then."

I nodded and looked at the various sets they had available, following Kyle's advice and looking only at the stainless steel ones. Several of them had a largest size that was much smaller around that the silicone one I had already selected. Those were definitely not going to work.

In the end I picked a set with the largest size a little less than 2" in diameter that had heart shaped bases with a fake plastic gemstone inside of them.

"Perfect," Kyle told me. "Now we need to grab a few more things before we are done here."

He led me around the store, picking up several items that amped up both my nervousness and arousal, thinking about what it was going to be like when Leon used them on me. For the rest of the items, Kyle just made recommendations, and not having any reason to doubt his suggestions, I just let him pick them out.

We started with nipple clamps.

"Oh my," I said the moment we stopped in front of a bunch of different styles, settling on a set that had adjustable tension and chains that connected them to a leather collar. I was not at all sure I was ready for that.

"Never used anything like this before?" Kyle asked with a smile.

"Oh god no," I admitted.

"I figured as much. That's why I got a set that is fully adjustable. Should make it so you can work with them and get used to it. I would probably recommend you try them out on your own to begin with just so you can get used to it."

"OK," I whispered quietly... nervously.

The next item was a set of 7 - 5' long leather bondage straps.

Goodness. The thought of being bound and helpless as Leon had his way with me was making me noticeably wet between the legs, my nipples hardening even more than they already were. I had no idea that Leon intended to take me this far down this path, but the thought of it turned me on more than it frightened me.

There were only three more items that we picked up before heading up towards the register to check out; a ball-gag, a combination set that had both a riding crop and a long leather paddle, and a large bottle of water based lubricant.

As I walked towards the front of the store with all these items, I imagined Leon using all of these items on me. I suddenly realized I was no longer feeling as nervous as I was when I first walked in. my dominant emotion in that moment had become arousal.

Fucking hell, was I horny!

I couldn't quite believe that I was so turned on at the thought of BDSM activity involving Leon, but there was no doubt that I found myself looking forward to exploring the things that Leon having me purchase.

"Look," Kyle spoke softly to me as we walked to the front. "There is one more thing Leon wants. I will explain it to you soon, but I need your help to make it happen."

"What do you need?" I asked.

"Once everything is purchased, I want you to ask me to open up the set of butt plugs for you. Take the smallest one and the bottle of lubricant, and then ask Ricky if you can borrow me for a few minutes. It's pretty far out of line, actually, but if you suggest it, he may just allow me to do what Leon asked me to do."

"What did he ask you to do?" I asked

"I'll show you if Ricky lets me come with you to the bathroom."

Oh god!

I already had images in my head of being alone in the bathroom with this complete stranger and a butt-plug. It was naughty in the extreme. When I walked into the store I never would have imagined it possible. In that moment, as horny as I had become, it seemed like an intriguing possibility.

"OK," I said simply.

We arrived at the check-out counter. Ricky was there, surveying the store and eyeing the things that Kyle and I had collected for me to purchase. I could tell he was wondering in his head if it was Kyle that was going to get to use all those items on me.

When Kyle was done with the transaction, I did as he had asked me, asking him to open up the set of butt-plugs. I took a deep breath, picked up the smallest plug and the bottle of lubricant and then walked over to wear Ricky was standing. I knew that he would be able to sense the signs of my arousal. The two most obvious ones were trying desperately to escape the confines of my tank-top, but there were other less obvious ones I figured he might notice as well.

"Would it be okay if I borrowed Kyle for a couple of minutes?" I asked seductively. "I think I need a little help with this."

I had made it painfully obvious what I was asking him to let Kyle do. I was certain that the idea of a store employee going into the bathroom with a customer was off limits, but I was also sure that Ricky was thinking about how much he wanted to be in Kyle's place and how pissed off he would be if someone tried to keep it from happening.

"Kyle," he said to his young employee, "Why don't you show the lovely lady where the restrooms are?"

"Of course," Kyle responded, coming out from behind the counter and once again putting his hand on the bare skin in the small of my back. This time his two smallest fingers did move onto the top curve of my ass, but I did nothing to discourage that. "Right this way."

Everyone in the store was watching what was happening. They could clearly identify a horny woman being led to the bathrooms with a butt-plug and a bottle of lubricant in her hands. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand what was about to happen.

They were all thinking about me inserting that plug into my ass, right there in the store. They were all wishing they were Kyle, leading me back to the bathroom with his hand on my bare skin, his fingers grazing the ass they were all thinking about in that moment. All eyes in the store were clearly on my ass, its shape not at all being hidden by the tight yoga pants I was wearing. It was a moment of pure exhilaration. I could tell it wouldn't take much to get me addicted to the feeling of being intensely desired by a roomful of men.

We soon arrived at the single, small, unisex bathroom along the wall at the entrance to the video arcade. Surprisingly, Kyle sent me into the bathroom alone.

"Be sure to wash it really good with soap and water first," were his only instructions.

It was just as I was finishing up washing the stainless steel plug that my phone rang.

It was a FaceTime call... from Leon.

My heart beat a little faster in my chest as I answered it.

"Hey, Mrs. B," he said with a smile. It appeared he was sitting in a bathroom stall somewhere, most likely at the school. "You know what I want you to do here, right?"

"Yes," I answered. It was pretty obvious.

"I want to watch it," he said quietly. "I want you to get naked, then invite Kyle in and hand him the phone. Don't worry, he knows he's only there to observe and let me watch."

"But he'll see me naked," I replied, unsure about how I felt about a nearly complete stranger seeing my naked body.

"Yes, he will. That's how I'm repaying him for helping me out this morning. Haven't we already established who's in control here?"

I sighed and closed my eyes and then took a deep breath. I opened my eyes again and looked at him.

"Yes..." I agreed. I understood why Kyle let me go into the bathroom alone. I couldn't really argue that I didn't want him there if I was the one that opened the door, naked and invited him in.

I set the phone down, propping it against the wall at an angle so that Leon could see me as I slipped my shoes off and removed the tank top and yoga pants, draping them over the paper towel dispenser to keep them off the floor. I grabbed up my phone and moved over to the door, opening it a few inches and peeking out to see Kyle leaning against the wall of the hallway opposite the door.

"Can you come in, please?" I asked quietly. l watched as he smiled broadly and stepped across the hall and into the bathroom, taking in the sight of my naked body. He made no attempt to hide his intense desire at seeing my nakedness.

I handed him my phone.

"Oh sweet Jesus," he said to Leon over the phone.

"I told you," Leon replied, "you just didn't believe me."

"I believe you now," Kyle answered. "She is hot as fuck."

Goddamn. Standing in an adult megastore bathroom, naked, while a stranger ogled me and talked about my body like I wasn't even there was not on my Bingo card when I woke up that morning.

But there was no denying the arousal I felt in that moment. If Kyle had hung up the phone and told me to suck his cock in that moment, I doubt I would have said no. I'd like to think I would have said no should he have asked to fuck me, but I wasn't even sure about that in that moment. I was so... fucking... horny.

"Any advice you want to give her for the task she needs to complete?" Leon asked Kyle on the phone.

Kyle looked at me, moving his eyes back and forth between my tits and my bare pussy, drinking in the sight of my body.

"Use a lot of lube," he said, "on both the plug and inside of you. Go slow and steady, and most important of all... relax."

I turned away from Kyle, showing him my ass as I opened the bottle of lube and poured some on the butt plug in my hand, coating that stainless-steel object thoroughly with the lubricant.

Then I took a deep breath, as I was about to do something I had never done in all of my life. I reached back behind me with my fingers slick with lube, took my middle finger and slowly pressed it into my own ass to push the lubricant inside of me.

"Oh fuck yeah..." I heard Kyle groan as I moaned at the wickedness of the situation.

Without even thinking about it, I took that finger out and poured a little extra lubricant directly onto it, and without hesitation I pressed it back inside of me as I bent over the sink, the whole thing observed by both Leon and Kyle, a man I had only barely met.

Fuck, the idea of it was so debauched, and so... fucking... erotic.

I slipped a second finger inside of my ass, not really even believing that I could possibly be doing such a thing, much less with an audience that included an almost complete stranger.

"Stop stalling," I heard Leon say over the phone, "stick that plug in your ass and leave it there until I tell you to take it out."

"Yes, sir," I said as I placed the tip of it against my sphincter and began to press it inside of me, gasping at how much it stretched me open before finally popping inside of me.

"God what a good little slut," I heard Kyle whisper quietly, perhaps trying to keep me from hearing it. In that moment, I didn't care that a near stranger was calling me a good little slut. What else do you call married woman who locks herself in the bathroom of an adult superstore so that two men, neither of which is her husband, can watch as she stuffs a butt plug inside of her ass while completely naked?

"She is a very good little slut," I heard Leon say over the phone.

"Can I fuck her?" Kyle asked, sounding almost desperate.

Oh god!

In that moment I had an answer to whether I would have allowed Kyle to fuck me if he had asked. I would have said no. The thought of allowing a perfect stranger to fuck me in the bathroom of the adult superstore was not something I wanted.

But... I also knew. I just knew that if Leon told me to let him fuck me, I would do it, and it would fill me with intense lust to do it. I literally held my breath waiting for Leon's answer.

"Maybe someday," Leon said simply, "but not today. Thanks for your help this morning. I owe you one."

"My pleasure," Kyle said, "best day I have had at work in my entire life."

Kyle handed the phone back to me and slipped out of the bathroom, having to adjust the hard cock in his pants to not be quite as visible as he went back to work.

When I got dressed, I turned and looked at my backside in the mirror. The heart shaped jewel on the base of the butt plug was clearly visible through my yoga pants. I knew that everyone in the store would be fixated on that sight when I walked back through the store, and I could feel the moisture leaking out of my pussy as I thought about it.

I watched as Leon stepped out onto the patio through the sliding glass door, carrying two opened bottles of beer. I probably should have been concerned about being the one who provided alcohol to someone underage, right?

But it was quite honestly about the last thing on my mind in that moment. I can easily tell you the top three on the list.

1. The butt plug that I had pushed into my ass earlier that morning, in a public restroom, while Leon and Kyle watched, which was still inside of me, and had been ever since.

2. The fact that I was sitting outside on my patio, completely naked, in the middle of the day. Even though the covered part of the patio was completely shielded from view of any neighbor's yards, it still felt so risky to be outside, casually sitting there without a stitch of clothing.

3. The fact that I could still taste Leon's cum in my mouth as a reminder that I had sucked him off and swallowed his cum while kneeling, naked and blindfolded, in our mudroom upon his arrival.

Let's be clear on two other salient points, though. First, at 6'5" and over 250 lbs., a beer or two was not likely to make Leon even close to impaired in any noticeable way. Second, would I have really been able to stop him even if I'd wanted to? I clearly was not the one in charge around here, as evidenced by all that had happened since Monday morning. Also, the fact that I was naked and plugged on my own back patio was a pretty strong indicator that I was no longer in charge of the decision making process.

He handed me one of the bottles of beer, took a long swig from his own beer, and sat down next to me.

"We need to discuss expectations," he said simply.

I just nodded my head. What else was I going to do? If he wanted to discuss expectations, we would discuss expectations.

"The state you are in right now, naked and with a plug in your ass, is the state I want you in as often as possible. I want you to get used to being naked and plugged. When I am here, you'll be naked and plugged at all times. When you're home alone, same thing. Start wearing the plug out in public as soon as you can do it without people noticing. I also want you to start sleeping naked. If Tim asks why, tell him it's because I told you to. If Tim sees notices the butt plug, you'll tell him I'm getting you ready for the day I fuck your ass."

"Okay," I agreed. I was actually really excited to see Tim's reaction when I told him Leon insisted I sleep naked from now on. I was also planning to make sure he did catch me wearing the butt plug, just so I could see the look on his face when I told him of Leon's plans for my ass.

"You need to move to the larger butt plugs as quickly as you can. As soon as you're comfortable with the smallest one, start using the medium, then the large, and finally the extra-large. I intend to take that ass soon, so you best get yourself ready."

"I will," I replied.

"I expect to get a text from you soon when you are out for dinner with Tim and Becky wearing a plug. That will be so incredibly erotic."

"I'll work on getting there," I agreed, although it seemed it was going to take a lot of getting used to in order to do that.

"But for right now, we are going to work more on you being comfortable being naked," he went on, "I want you to walk... slowly... over and dive into the pool and swim a couple of laps and then come back to me."

Oh my!

This was pushing me way outside my comfort zone!

While the covered patio was shielded from view from all the neighbors houses, the pool was not. Our two closest neighbor's houses were visible from the pool area, albeit through quite a few trees and at some distance.

I looked at Leon. He smiled back at me, that nearly perfect smile of his. I didn't want to challenge him on this one, but I also didn't want the neighbors to see me walking naked out to the pool.

"Go on," he said to me. "There's probably no one home and even if they were home, they'd have to be trying to look to see anything. I can't imagine anyone would ever say or do anything even if they did see."

He clearly wasn't planning on letting me off the hook. He set his beer down and stood up and came to me, holding out his hand to help me stand up, and then pulling me in for a kiss, driving his tongue into my mouth aggressively as he squeezed my breasts with one hand and my ass with the other until I moaned into his kiss. Then he broke away from the kiss, put his hand in the small of my back, and pushed me in the direction of the pool.

"Do it," he said, "and then I will give you the back massage I really wanted to give you the last time."

I took a huge breath and started walking, stepping out from under the covered patio into the sunlight, making my way to the pool.

Completely... fucking... naked!!

God, it felt like every person I had ever met could see my naked body as I made my way over to the gate to the pool area. I couldn't bring myself to even glance towards either of the neighbor's houses, I just looked straight ahead as I headed straight for the gate, forcing myself to walk slowly, as Leon had instructed. But apparently I was still walking too fast for his liking.

"Slow down, Mrs. B.," I heard Leon call out from his chair under the covered patio. "Take your time and savor the feeling of being so completely free."

Freedom was not the primary feeling I had in that moment. I could feel the butt plug moving inside of me with every step, making me imagine that people could not only see my naked body, but also see the jewel on the base of the butt plug in my ass.

Fuck, it felt so terrifying!

And so... goddamned... exhilarating!

I could practically feel the excess blood flow, moistening my sex, hardening my nipples, flushing my skin, making me breathe deeper as I approached the diving board. By the time I reached the diving board, I was thinking more about the intense desire building within me than I was about whether or not the neighbors could see me.

The moment I stepped onto the diving board, closing my eyes and feeling the breeze caress my skin in places it had never reached, I began to see what Leon was talking about. I felt free of the constraints that society puts on us to cover our naked bodies all the time. The air flowing past me felt so delightful on my exposed skin. It was so comfortable to not have any clothing restricting any part of my body. Aside from the concern of the neighbors potentially seeing me, it felt incredible.

That freedom was amplified the moment I dove into the water and began an underwater dolphin kick across the pool, feeling the water flowing across all of my body. Mmmmm... god... what a feeling that was.

I swam across the pool and back twice and then climbed out, but by that point, I wanted to do it again. I once again climbed up on the diving board and closed my eyes and just stood there. The breeze was much more noticeable against my wet skin and it created an incredible tingling all over my body, in places I was not used to experiencing. I just stood there, enjoying the sensations on my skin for a very long moment, before finally diving back into the water.

I loved doing the dolphin kick completely underwater, feeling the water flow freely across all of my naked body, so I swam all the way across the pool like that, climbed out, and walked back around to the diving board, and did it all over again. Finally, I decided to head back under the covered patio, so I began slowly walking back towards where Leon was waiting, a huge smile plastered on my face, not particularly caring if a nosy neighbor was snooping into our backyard.

Leon was waiting for me, wearing only his boxer briefs, staying in the area where no neighbors would be able to see him. He smiled at me as I approached, taking me into his arms and kissing me.

"It would seem you enjoyed that more than you thought you would," he said with a smirk.

"I have to admit it felt really good," I admitted.

"So you won't mind spending some more time naked then?" He asked.

"I am definitely going to come swim naked a time or two more before the pool gets too cold."

"Good,' he replied, "you look so incredible naked. You should be naked as often as possible."

He pulled me in for another kiss, this time his right hand drifted down onto my ass, pulling me hard against his body. I could feel his massive tool growing hard between us as he ground into me, not at all caring that I was getting him wet.

"You are absolutely incredible," he said quietly to me. "Now, why don't you go retrieve that bottle of massage oil and bring it out here and I will show you what that first massage should have been like."

"Okay," I replied, heading into master suite.

"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned as his hands began to glide down my sides. God those hands felt so good on my skin! His hands are so big, and so strong, but he can be amazingly tender with them. Up to that point the massage had been mostly like that first time he had given me a massage on our patio on a Saturday morning with Tim watching.

There were a few key differences, however. For starters, I was naked. But then, I was very close to being naked that first time as well, so the bigger difference was that Leon was also naked. Instead of me feeling his cock through his pants against the back of my thigh, I felt it... bare... pressed down between my thighs, turgid and hot and pulsing with his desire, inches away from my pussy. It filled me with anticipation for how this particular massage was going to end. And, of course, the other key difference was that Tim was not there. There was only one man who could fuck me when this massage was over, and it was not my husband.

In spite of those differences, however, the massage had proceeded much as it had that first time, with those big, strong, black hands slowly and sensuously rubbing oil into my back and neck and arms, stopping short of touching either my breasts or my ass on each pass. I felt so relaxed and comfortable as he caressed my body with those amazing hands.

But the relaxing nature of it was about to end. As his hands worked slowly down my sides, he stopped when he reached the sides of my breasts and began to push them underneath me. And that is the point where everything changed. Rather than keeping my body pressed down against the lounge chair, making it difficult for him to move his hands underneath me, I raised up so that he could easily slide his hands all the way onto my breasts.

"Mmmmm.... yessss," I moaned in pleasure as he touched my titties with those slippery palms.

My nipples pressed, hard, into his palms as he squeezed and caressed my naked breasts while I arched my back to give him all the space he needed to grope me.

"God your titties feel so incredible," he said to me.

My only response was a long, low groan as I gave myself over to the incredible sensations running through me. I could feel his shaft twitching with excitement between my thighs as he felt me up.

It was no longer a massage. It was foreplay. Leon was now getting me ready to be fucked. I was quite certain it was going to be right there, on our back patio!

He slid his hands down from my breasts and across my abdomen, moving them out from underneath me across onto my hips at that point, then paused to pour a healthy amount of oil onto directly onto my ass, before working that oil into me with both hands.

"This ass... Mrs. B.... jeezzus... it's perfection."

"Mmmmmm... your hands feel soooo goood."

His hands moved in small circles, slowly working their way inwards until two of his fingers slid under the base of the butt plug inside of me. He pulled upwards, forcing the largest part of the toy to press hard against my sphincter from the inside.

I winced at the feeling of being stretched open as the pressure tried to get my opening to yield. It was easier on the way in, because the taper got me slowly used to being spread open. Going the other direction, the widest part was the first to demand passage.

"Relax, Mrs. B," he said to me. "Clamping down on it only makes it worse. Relax and try to help push it out."

I did as he asked, grunting with the discomfort, but it quickly popped through until the plug was completely out of me.

"That's going to take some getting used to," I grunted. Then I gasped as he poured oil directly inside my gaping hole, pressing it deep inside me with his middle finger, exploring depths that were not used to being explored like that. I had to admit, that felt pretty damn good. I began to groan in pleasure as he continued to caress my ass with his oiled left hand while slowly sliding that long middle finger in and out of me. He pulled the finger out, poured more oil directly inside of me, and then pressed the first two fingers of his right hand into me, slowly stroking them in and out of my ass.

Then I felt him shift forward, and the contact I had eagerly anticipating finally happened. That hard shaft that had been wedged down between my thighs the entire time, just inches away from a part of my body that was desperately wanting to feel its presence was finally touching my dripping sex.

"Yessss," I hissed as his hardness pressed up against my slippery folds. He slowly began to move his hips up and down, in rhythm with those fingers sliding in and out of me, the length of his cock sliding all along the opening of my pussy. Those fingers inside of me, working in concert with his hardness caressing my labia, was heavenly.

"Oooooohhh," I whispered at the incredible sensation. I had no idea it could feel that good, or I would have let Tim try that a long time ago.

Then he adjusted his angle and the head of that magnificent cock slipped inside of me. I had to stuff the heel of my thumb into my mouth and bite down hard to keep from loudly moaning in pleasure. The feel of his cock penetrating my pussy at the same time his fingers were probing my ass was nothing short of spectacular.

"You gonna be able to keep your neighbors from hearing you when I make you cum all over my cock, Mrs. B?"

I took my hand out of my mouth briefly to answer him.

"Oh... god... I... I don't knoooooow!"

The word 'know' came out as a long wail because he took that moment to thrust almost all of his massive shaft inside of me. I had to immediately bite down on my hand again. I was pretty sure I was going to leave teeth marks.

He pushed the rest of his cock inside of me, grinding his hips against my sex, and then removed his fingers from my ass. He spit down inside the gaping hole and then shoved the butt plug back inside of me and began to twist it while slowly sliding his cock in and out of me.

"Fuck you are incredible, Mrs. B." he said as he took in the sight of my naked body below him, swallowing his cock as he plundered my pussy.

Then he laid down on top of me, pressing that muscular chest into my oiled back. He removed my hand from over mouth and then covered it with his own hand and used it as leverage to begin fucking me with an enthusiasm that it seemed only he could manage.

"I own this pussy now," he whispered into my ear as he pounded me. "I'm going to take it whenever I want it, however I want it. Ain't that right, Mrs. B?"

I groaned into his hand and nodded my head enthusiastically. His power over me was becoming almost absolute. The thought of what he intended to do with me with all the toys I'd bought for him that morning made me shudder in ecstasy, knowing full well it would only solidify his dominance over me.

In that moment, I felt like I was his. I knew it was in a purely physical sense and that the feeling would fade once Leon left and I got back to my life, but each time I was with him, it took longer for that feeling to fade.

Should I have been worried about that?

Probably.

Was I?

Certainly not in that moment. In that moment I felt like I was exactly where I most wanted to be, with that absolutely god-like cock pushing me rapidly towards an orgasm. My biggest regret in that moment was that I had to prevent myself from shouting out in pleasure since I did not want any of my neighbors to hear that.

"Nnnnggghhh... mmmmmm," I groaned into Leon's hand, which was still covering my mouth. I wanted to say 'Yes... yess... fuck me until I cum', but all I could do was mumbled into his big, powerful hand as he slammed himself into me over and over again, his massive, muscular body pressing me hard into the lounge chair.

"God I love this pussy," he moaned into my ear as I began to shudder in orgasm.

"mmmmmmmmmm... mmmmmmm," I moaned in response.

God I love that cock!

"Has Becky told you about Homecoming?" Leon asked me as we sat at the table out on the back patio, eating the sandwiches I had just made for us. I was still naked, his cum leaking out of me. I knew I would have a lot of mess to clean up after he left to go back to school. At his insistence, I hadn't put on any clothes as I went into the kitchen to make us lunch, get us drinks (not beer this time) and bring it all back out to him, waiting on the patio for me, still just as naked as I was.

"Only that she's not planning on going."

Becky was still hurting from the breakup with Carson. She had still wanted them to maintain a long-distance relationship while he was at school. He made it clear he was done, but waited until just before he left to tell her that. It had been really hard on her.

"Correction," Leon said with a smirk, "she wasn't planning on going. She is now."

I looked at him quizzically.

"I was waiting until the moment was right, until she was ready. The moment has arrived, apparently. She said she would go with me."

"But it's this Saturday!" I exclaimed.

Yeah. I know. It seems really weird in hindsight that all I could think about in that moment was trying to figure out how to get Becky ready for a homecoming date in four days. I was sitting, completely naked, in front of the young man who was going to be taking my daughter to her senior homecoming. His cum was leaking out of my pussy, his cock exposed and covered with my fluids, and I was focused on the timing of it all, not the fact that the young man who had just declared his ownership of my pussy into my ear was going to be taking my daughter to the homecoming dance.

"Yeah. I've been wanting to ask her for a while now," Leon informed me. "But it wasn't until yesterday that she finally mentioned that she was sad she wasn't going to the homecoming dance."

"You've been wanting to ask her out for a while now?"

He smiled at me.

"Only since before I ever came to mow your lawns. I have had a crush on her since middle school."

"So why only now?" I asked.

"I waited too long before. I guess I was a little more timid back then. Carson beat me to the punch, and he was my best friend. I wasn't going to try to take his girl away from him."

"So, I guess I need to try to find her a dress?" I asked. I was still focused on the tasks that needed to be accomplished to get her ready, and hadn't really contemplated the awkwardness of someone dating my daughter who was also fucking me.

"About that," he said with a smirk. "I want you to find both of you dresses."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I want you to circle back after you buy Becky a dress and get one just like it... for you."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I don't want to put any pressure on her to have sex with me. I want that decision to come entirely from her. I am playing the long game with your daughter. I am going to take it slow and make her know I am not just after her for what's between her legs."

I tried to reconcile that position against the dominance he had shown with me. I realized that, looking back, Leon had been very respectful of both Tim and I until we chose to pursue a physical relationship. He didn't begin to exert any control over me until I had already decided that I was going to give myself to him. Even then, I don't think he would have begun dominating me if I hadn't clearly allowed him to do it, and even more clearly been turned on by it. There was no real coercion in anything Leon had done with Tim and I; we had welcomed it all. Still, I didn't know where he was going with any of this.

"Okay," I replied. "I do really appreciate that you are doing that, but I still don't understand what that has to do with me getting myself a dress for homecoming."

"Well," he said with a hungry smile, "I am going to want to fuck someone after homecoming, now aren't I?"

Oh god.

I hadn't, to that point, been focused on the impropriety of Leon fucking me while also dating my daughter. In that moment, the absolute debauchery of that fact hit home with full force. Should I stop him from having sex with me because he was going to be dating Becky?

Could I stop him from fucking me because he was going to be dating Becky? I was pretty sure the answer to that was no, as fucked up as that was.

"All the better if it is someone who looks a lot like the girl I took to homecoming, and is even wearing the same dress. It'll be like you are a stand-in for my homecoming date. Almost like a stunt double if you think about it. Becky will tap out, and I will tap in... to her mother's extremely fuckable pussy."

Jesus.

That idea was lascivious in the extreme. There was no way I could do that!

Was there?

"Okay," I said, surprising even myself.

What the fuck was I doing?

Leon was going to take my daughter to homecoming that weekend, and then after dropping her off at home, take an exact copy of her homecoming dress off of me, and then fuck me like I was his date for the night.

That idea should have been repulsive to me. I should have pushed back. I should have told him he had taken things to far, that he couldn't keep fucking me if he was going to date Becky. I should have reigned in my emotions and taken a stand.

But, fuck did it ever turn me on!

SMACK!!

Oh god it hurt. It wasn't excruciating by any means, but the leather paddle definitely hurt worse than the riding crop, as I had quickly discovered. I also quickly discovered that the back of the thighs was a worse place to be paddled than the ass.

I felt Leon kneel next to me, his mouth next to my left ear.

"Admit it, Mrs. B," he whispered to me, "you like mixing a little pain in with your pleasure."

"Mmmm, mmmm," was the only sound I could make with the ball gag in my mouth, so I nodded my head slowly to indicate my answer in the affirmative.

He was right. I did enjoy it, much more than I ever would have thought, as he had slowly ramped up the use of the BDSM toys he'd had me buy on Tuesday.

Pain, all by itself, was something I'd rather avoid, but mix it with arousal, and the line between pleasure and pain began to blur. The more intense the arousal, the blurrier the line, and pain and pleasure mixed themselves together in an intoxicating cocktail of intense emotions.

I gasped into the gag as he slowly ran an ice cube down my spine... again. He had to move it up and over my arms, which were tightly bound together by the forearms in the middle of my back, each hand grasping the opposing forearm. He continued down my spine and into the crack of my ass until he reached the base of the medium-sized butt plug (I had moved up a size the day before) that was inside of me.

He used his spare hand to slowly twist and pull at the plug in my ass, letting the cold water melting off the ice cube spread all around my sphincter. God, it was intense!

"I am not going to fuck you today," he whispered to me, "and I want you to avoid fucking Tim tonight after the game. Make up any excuse you want, if necessary, or just tell him I told you that you couldn't fuck him. He might like that, actually."

He moved the ice cube down onto my thighs where the blows from the leather paddle had just been, just above the leather strap binding my thighs together, causing an even sharper contrast between the heat in my skin and the cold of the ice.

"Nnnnnggg," I groaned into the gag at the intensity of it all.

"I want you desperate to get fucked tomorrow night," he said, chuckling in my ear.

I'd booked a rather nice hotel close by and had purchased a dress just like the one I bought for Becky to wear to the dance. When the dance was over, they would go play games with friends for a bit, and then Leon was going to bring Becky home and come to the hotel. He told me not to expect the dress to make it through the night, which was probably fine considering there was no way I wanted to keep it anyway. It would represent evidence that I had given myself to my daughter's homecoming date to be fucked all night in a hotel room. Tim knew all about the plan. I thought he might be really upset about it when I told him.

He was not.

Far from it. God, how it made him hard!

Tim was going to drop me off at the hotel and pick me up in the morning. It was yet another thing that drove him mad with lust, the idea that he would be dropping me off to get fucked and then picking me up when Leon was done with me.

Leon moved the ice across my hip and then up across my abdomen, pausing briefly in my belly button before moving up and onto my breasts, slowly and carefully circling around the clamps on my nipples, causing me to groan into the gag again as the intense sensation of the cold against nipples already aching from being clamped.

By this point, the ice was getting really small. He traced it across my upper chest next to the chains connecting the nipple clamps to the collar around my neck. He finished with the ice cube by lodging it underneath the collar on my neck, letting it finish melting as he traced his fingers back down along those chains. When he got to where they connected to the clamps, he slowly pulled out on them, stretching my nipples away from my body by the cold metal that dug into them.

Oh... fuck... it was almost too much.

Almost.

His hand let go of the chain and slowly moved down across my abdomen and between my legs.

"Fuck...,' he declared with delight, "you are absolutely dripping wet. You really are turned on by all of this, aren't you?"

"Mmmm, mmmm," I moaned into the gag, nodding my head in affirmation.

I had no fucking idea why this was so incredibly arousing, but I was already desperate to have him hold me down and fuck the shit out of me. The fact that he wasn't going to was about the only thing about that moment that actually bothered me.

There was no doubt that when Leon arrived at the hotel after the homecoming dance, I was going to need to be fucked so, so badly.

Which, I am sure, is exactly what he wanted.