My Wife’s Visitor’s Keep Us Tied Up All Morning

And it was the last person I ever expected…

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“Don’t you dare get that,” I panted as the doorbell rung incessantly. I lay there with my legs spread, my husband tasting my soaked pussy. He was so damned good with his tongue.

We might have expanded our sexual horizons since his boss had bent me over our dinner table, but there were some thing a bigger cock couldn’t do. And Ralph did them so well with his tongue.

I was close, and on the bring of an orgasm I sorely needed. I wanted it so bad I’d told him he could have anything. It had been weeks since he’d finished inside me, largely because he kept spending his strength while watching me with other men.

The thought of him erupting inside me, reclaiming me after a weekend with Pearse was electrifying. But instead of bringing me to my climax and jamming his throbbing cock inside me, he was getting up off his knees and walking for the door.

What kind of sick joke was this? If it was UPS at the door I was going to be furious.

The fact that I didn’t know who it could be added a thrill of excitement, but I wanted them to wait their turn. In the past few weeks, I’d been taken by husband’s boss, shared with his billionaire client and dragged into an unexpected tryst with my stepdaughter and her well-endowed boyfriend.

Any of them were almost certainly going to spoil Ralph’s fun. Is that what he wanted? Just how much did he enjoy watching? Certainly not more than taking me for himself.

“Where are you going?” I called as he exited the kitchen in just his boxers.

“They aren’t going to stop until we answer. Let me get rid of them,” he replied.

If that was his boss, he’d have zero chance.

Hell Lance would probably tip him for getting me ready, but then he’d take me for himself. The thought of his impressive member filled my mind as my hand made my way down to my needy sex. I used to fingers to stroke my clit. I was so close I just needed to finish. I couldn’t wait.

“Don’t you dare,” a voice called from the door of the kitchen. A woman’s voice. Young, perky, authoritative.

I recognized, it but from where?

My head lolled to the right so I could see who was putting an end to my plea for release.

And found Lauren standing there.

She was Lance’s personal assistant. His original fuck toy and the founding member of the ERB team. ERB stood for Executive Relief and Benefits. It was the program Lance had coined for using the wives of his staff to satisfy the sexual needs of his executives, usually his own, in return for all manner of perks.

If you were willing to be a cuckold you could go a long way at Reynolds Capital. If you were a married woman with a hunger for bigger men, it was also a great place to scratch your itch. The symbiotic relationship had turned our lives on it’s head.

Lauren stood in our kitchen in a large grey coat, her black heels clicking against the tiles as she made her way over to the table.

She was blonde, and wore her long hair high in a ponytail, Lance’s favorite. He liked to have a convenient handle when he got behind you. She was incredibly fit, with curves that made me jealous. Large natural d cup breasts, and an ass that didn’t quit. Her lips were drawn tightly together, but I knew how soft they felt, she’d sucked my nipples to hardness for her boss and I’dbeen eager for more.

“I said, don’t you dare,” Lauren replied crossing the kitchen and swatting my hand that was still stroking my pussy.

I recoiled, moving it away. “Ow, Lauren, what are you doing here?”

She set down the black duffel bag she was carrying.

“I told you I’d organise a time to play, and I have, today.”

“Lance gave you the day off?” Ralph asked.

“Not exactly,” she replied. “I just started early, and took care of him before I left. This afternoon he’s meeting with a new employee, I imagine his wife will keep him distracted until I return.”

I licked my lips in anticipation. Lauren was a decade my junior and absolute sex on legs. I’d never fooled around with a woman, except my friend that I kissed one night in college on a drunken bender.

Lauren hadn’t needed to be drunk. She’d just seen me all dressed up for her boss, and took the liberty of teasing my poor nipples to hardness. I could almost feel her lips on me now. I wondered how they would feel between my legs.

Would she be as good as Ralph?

Suddenly my day was looking up, and as I stared at Ralph’s boxers and the wood he was pitching there, his was looking up to. Not that I expected Lauren would let him play, but he was in for a hell of a show if she let him watch. The two of our naked bodies, writhing in the kitchen. I suspected Ralph would empty his balls everywhere, the enthusiastic voyeur.

“So,” Lauren began, unbuttoning her coat and taking it off. The black heels weren’t just heels, they were tigh high black leather boots. They matched the rest of her black leather outfit. It was all straps and silver studs including a bra which defied the laws of physics as it struggled to contain her breasts. She looked like a dominatrix, and she looked incredible. She placed one glove-clad finger on the soaked lips of my pussy and ran it up my body.

As she moved, I lay back against the table. Eager to see where she would take this. She traced a line around my breasts, tickling my areola as she circled the nipple before tracing back down over my stomach.

Before I knew it, her lips were on my nipple, teasing me with her tongue and teeth as she played with the sensitive nub. Then her gloved finger was inside me, probing my soaked sex.

“You’re soaked you little minx,” she whispered.

I nodded. “Please, I need it bad. Don’t stop.”

A sharp slap stung my pussy as her gloved hand swatted my sensitive skin.

“Ow,” I groaned.

“You follow orders, not give them. Am I understood?” Lauren declared.

My legs tried to close, to protect my pussy but her hand was still there, teasing my tortured clit.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Yes, Mistress,” she growled slipping her gloved finger into my mouth so that I was tasting my own excitement.

I cleaned her finger of my juices, and she removed it.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, utterly enthralled.

“Good,” she replied. “We’re going to have a lot of fun today…if you do what you’re told.”

I nodded, not sure what else to do. Lauren was in charge, and clearly she liked to play. But what was she going to do to me?

She bent down, unzipped her bag and drew out a large black strap.

“Now Ralph, be a dear and help me tie your wife down.”

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