My Wife Taught Him Who’s Boss
I don’t think Bill knew what hit him.
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To say I was conflicted, was akin to calling the Burj Khalifa a building, or that huge horse cock Bill had been blessed with, a penis.
Hearing my wife defend me to my once best man, now favorite client had me feeling like a million bucks. It was the fact she was standing over his open mouth, in a dominatrix’s corset with no panties, and thigh high boots that had me conflicted.
Don’t get me wrong. I love that she stuck up for me.
Bill had called me a cuckold. After she’d succeeded in feeding me the last load he’d shot into her needy pussy, it was hard to draw any other conclusion. But it was clear now, that Sadie did what she pleased, and she was in no mood to let other men bully me, not even Bill.
I was rock hard, and watching them on my computer screen via the cameras I’d installed in her clinic promised to make for a mischievous morning.
One day I was going to have to come clean about my voyeurism. But as Aragorn would say, it is not this day. I slowly unzipped my fly so that my poor cock could breath.
In my mind I wanted her to torture him. Tease him until he could bear no more. I want to see what depths you would sink to have that glorious body I’d him one more time. And yes, as I wouldn’t ever want to admit it aloud, there was part of me that wanted to see my wife, gloriously impaled on that throbbing cock.
‘s almost more than I could bear, the anxiety and arousal all at once.
Sadie leaned forward, placing one hand on Bill’s chest as she leaned over him. Her married sex inches from slips she bent forward and teased the head of his massive member of her tongue. She licked the dollop of precum forming there, then circled the head. Once, twice, three times. As she withdrew, his cock leapt. Hoping for one more brush of her full, sweet lips.
But she danced back, out of reach.
“Taste me, Bill.” Sadie’s voice was a breath the whisper that carried on at the promise of pleasure.
Bill shook, bound to the table as he was, he couldn’t move. He could only choose whether or not he complied with her wishes. Understanding that if he said no, it might be the last time he ever came, both to her clinic, or inside her incredible body.
“Am I your first client?” Bill asked as Sadie, moved her glistening sex closer to his tongue.
“Do you really want to know?” Sadie asked. “Maybe I started early, and your my third. Maybe hubby bent me over the kitchen bench and filled me to the brim.”
I could see the unease on Bill’s face. I’d been there. Part of him wanted to shout no. The rest of him knew what he’d be saying no to. Sadie had told him it would be his last visit the moment he said no.
“No, Mistress.” Bill groaned.
Sadie lowered her pussy to his lips and started riding his tongue. Part of me wished I had filled her to the brim this morning. It would have been sweet revenge for what he’d done to me. Not nearly half of what he deserved, but it would have been a start.
Bill traced his tongue up her glistening lips. Tentatively at first, but his vigor grew as he tasted my wife’s arousal. I knew that feeling all too well. There wasn’t much else you thought about when Sadie was grinding her delicious pussy into your chin.
“That’s a good boy,” she reassured him as she moved back and forth, taking her time and ensuring he didn’t neglect an inch of her exposed sex. Every third or forth stroke, she’d grind forward, causing his tongue to trace over her exposed rosebud.
“Naughty Bill, always trying to sneak into my ass,” Sadie chided. If she meant it, it didn’t show. She seemed to take great pleasure in the feel of his tongue spreading her cheeks.
She basked in his eager efforts to please her, but even from where I sat, watching via the cameras, I could see her eyeing his impressive manhood. My wife drew back, Bill’s tongue lapping after her retreating flesh but she was already on her way along the table.
Scooping up a container of baby oil, she climbed onto the table.
Bill grinned like a buffoon as Sadie mounted his thighs. He was finally getting exactly what he wanted. He bucked his hips involuntarily in anticipation of fucking my wife’s slick pussy.
Sadie reached for the zipper between her tits and slowly peeled it down. Inch, by inch the zipper descended and as it did her impressive bust spilled out of the leather corset. Her puffy nipples were so hard my cock leaped. What I wouldn’t have given to just thrust my rock-hard cock between them.
I stroked it, I couldn’t help it. Sadie was just so damn hot.
My wife upended the bottle of baby oil and squirted it all over her heaving breasts. As she did, she rocked back and forth on Bill’s hips. The oil spilled down her body and soon Sadie was lathering it all over Bill’s cock.
I leaned back in my seat, slowly working my shaft. At this rate, I wasn’t even going to make it to lunch time before my voyeurism made a mess of my office.
With that much oil, even Bill was going to slide easily into her eager sex. Sadie gripped his shaft with both hands, milking him up and down. I watched, spellbound by her eager glee as she manhandled my one best-man’s cock. It really was an impressive cock.
I could see she wanted it, but I could also see the conflict in her eyes. She wasn’t qquite ready to give him what they both wanted. It was a power struggle and my wife’s size-queen hunger for big cock was conflicting with her desire to teach him a lesson.
Sadie ground forward, sliding until her pussy was nestled against Bill’s cock. She then rode it, sliding her oiled and engorged lips up and down against him.
“Fuck, Sadie,” Bill panted.
“You’re not going to cum yet are you, Bill?” She teased him as she worked him harder. “If you blow before me, I’m going to have to punish you.”
Bill growled as he humped against Sadie’s pussy. At this point I wasn’t even sure he was listening. I think he’d surrendered to his primal urges to bury that massive shaft in my wife’s fertile pussy.
“You want it, don’t you Bill?” Sadie teased. “I can feel you throbbing.”
“Just fucking ride me, Sadie,” Bill begged. “We both know you want it.”
“I do,” Sadie’s voice faded to nothing as she teased him. “But I also need to teach you a lesson. So you’re going to be a good boy, and not blow that load all over my pussy. Your going to be a good boy and blow it in my pussy when I’m good and ready.”
“I’m trying.” Bill looked like a man at his wit’s end and I almost felt sorry for him. My wife knew exactly what she was doing, and the poor bastard didn’t stand a chance.
“I know what you really want,” Sadie teased as she raised her hips. I thought she was going to impale herself on his shaft, but instead she slid up, almost to his waist, then slowly she backed up, right into his cock.
Only it wasn’t her pussy she was lining up. It was her tight ass. Sadie grabbed the oil once more and sprayed it all over her ass. Then she started giving him and ass job, his shaft nestled against the deep valley in her perfect peach.
Slowly but surely she worked it between her cheeks. “That’s what you want, isn’t it Bill?”
“Yes,” he panted.
“Good,” Sadie whispered. “You know I was an anal virgin this time yesterday, but I’ve really developed a taste for having a nice cock in my ass. My hubby’s boss won the auction, but I was so turned on that last night I gave it to hubby too.”
The memory almost made me blow all over my desk. My wife’s ass was so tight, she’d milked me dry. Now Bill was about to experience that nirvana.
My wife positioned his thick bulbous head at her rear entrance and teased it. Bill thrust, but Sadie moved with him, not allowing him inside.
“That’s it Bill,” she begged. “Fuck my tight ass, baby.”
He tried, but she didn’t let him. Relentlessly moving with him so that massive member probed but never penetrated her forbidden fruit. All the while she stroked him with one hand, working his oily shaft at a feverish pace that would break the staunchest man.
“Don’t cum, baby,” Sadie instructed, but it was too late. I shot all over my office desk right as Bill exploded all over her tight ass. I stroked hard as Bill throbbed, sending thick ropes across Sadie’s cheeks.
“Ahhh fuck,” he panted as her ceaseless stroking milked every last drop.
Sadie smiled as she let go of his now limp dick. It struck his thigh with a solid thud, reminding me of its sheer size. Sadie climbed off his lap waggling a finger at him.
“Naughty boy, you came before me,” Sadie chided.
“I couldn’t help it,” Bill gasped. “No one could.”
Sadie turned, showing him the mess he’d made all over her ass. His seed was everywhere.
“Well, Bill,” she walked her fingers up his body to his lips. “I’m willing to offer you the same deal, I did my hubby last night.”
“What’s that?” He asked.
“Clean me up,” she said as she threw one leg over his face. “Every drop and I’ll let you take my ass next visit.”
Bill’s nose wrinkled as he was served his seed on the most exquisite of platters. Sadie’s ass. His punishment and his prize.
I could see the conflict in his eyes as he realized the truth.
“I’ve always been in charge, Bill,” Sadie laughed as his tongue lapped at her ass. “You just never realized it until now.”
“Mmmm,” Bill was too busy eating to respond. My best man was going to fuck my wife’s ass if it was the last thing he ever did.
“Good boy,” Sadie groaned as he licked her clean. “Want me to tell you a secret Bill?”
He slurped and nodded as he worked away between her thighs.
“I love making men eat seed,” she whispered. “It gets me so fucking wet.”
Well that explained the insane sex we seemed to have every time I went down on my wife after a long day’s work.
She lowered her hand and started frigging her clit, only this time it wasn’t a controlled sensual tease. It was my wanton wife, desperate for her own release.
“Eat it,” Sadie shouted. “Eat every drop.”
Part of me almost felt bad for Bill, but before I could Sadie climaxed. Right there on top of him. My best man’s tongue in her ass as she squirted all over him.
When she finally got up, Bill was a drenched mess but Sadie was smiling from ear-to-ear and so was Bill.
“Don’t pick on my hubby,” she whispered as she pats his chest. “I’ll be back to let you out after my shower.”
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