Touching Jake
Allison caresses him as her sexual desires gnaw on his insides
A follow-up story to Touching Allison.
Allison reached for a coffee mug and her nightshirt lifted just enough to reveal the lower portion of her ass.
Jake sighed, pouring coffee. “Want some?” He liked the morning air over his bare chest. Gazing at her butt felt more like a pinch and bite, not a soothing balm.
“Sure, thanks, hon,” she replied, as perky as ever. She sipped and smiled. “Mmm, tastes good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” His briefs were tight.
Allison started walking out of the kitchen with her mug of coffee, but Jake stopped her.
“You seem happy,” he said. His cock stiffened. His wife was cute and bouncy. She looked — innocent — and yet —
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Allison stopped.
Jake’s mind replayed the mental tape from the week before of watching so many guys grope her tits and spank her ass while she took each one into her pussy. He involuntarily reached for his cock and ran a finger over it.
“You okay?” asked Allison.
“I didn’t sleep last night.”
“Not again?” Her voice was rich with empathy.
“I want to fuck you,” he said, his voice nearly cracking.
Allison set her mug on the counter and whispered in his ear. “Oh, Babe, we’ve talked about this.” She pressed her body against his and held him tightly. “I know it hurts, Sugar.”
He put his mug to the side and ran his hands down Allison’s back, feeling the roundness of her ass.
“See, you get to touch me,” she cooed, nibbling on his ear.
He felt beneath her nightshirt, up her leg, and moved to her pussy.
“But not there.” She pulled back, lowering her voice.
Jake sighed. “Come on, please?”
“I’ve told you, Sweetheart. Off-limits.”
“I can’t believe it.” Jake ran a hand through his hair. He groped her ass. “Here. I’ll finger you. I’ll eat you here.”
Allison swatted him away. “The rules have changed. No penetration of any kind.” She took his hand and sat on the kitchen chair. “Does this feel good?” she asked feeling the outline of Jake’s cock through his briefs.
“Yeah.”
“Take this off.” Allison patted his ass.
He slipped off his briefs and his cock rose straight and powerful.
She cupped her hand on his balls and blew softly along his shaft.
He moaned. “Why does everyone get to fuck you, but I don’t?”
Allison raised an eyebrow and tossed him a stern look. “I don’t fuck everybody.” She stroked his cock and balls. “Thank me for touching you, Jake.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He groaned. Arousal crept in. It was a turn-on that she was in a gangbang but was holding back from offering her pussy to him for a specific reason.
Allison kissed his cock. “Master Zapier wants to talk to us.” She gripped Jake’s cock.
“Both of us?”
“Yes.”
Allison was seeing Master Zapier. He was the man on the livestream who was gripping Allison’s ponytail. Jake thought of how the man’s chest was wide, his arms bulging, and his thighs thick. His ass looked so powerful when he was thrusting into Allison’s pussy.
She slid her hand slowly along Jake’s cock.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his head tossing back. “I’ll give you what you want.”
Allison shook her head. “We’ve tried, Baby. I want it too much. I need control too badly.”
“What does he want to say?” asked Jake.
“He’s taking ownership of me,” said Allison.
Jake gasped. “Ownership? It’s what you want?” He felt her hair.
“When I think about it … Oh, my God. Yes.” She reached between her legs and fingered her pussy.
“Oh, wow. My wife — a hotwife.” He closed his eyes, remembering the gangbang porn they had watched together and enjoying how she grew turned on the more she saw.
Allison corrected him, removing her finger and licking it. “Not a hotwife. Master Zapier’s slut. A slut for his use. A hotwife fucks anyone she wants. I’ll only fuck at his direction.”
“Including me?” asked Jake, bewildered.
“Yes,” said Allison, still holding his cock and looking in his eyes.
“Suck me,” he pleaded.
“I can’t. Not without permission.”
“Shit.” Jake was breathing hard. “I need to come.”
“I can stroke your cock to take off the edge.” Allison moved her hand back and forth.
“On your ass. Let me hump it,” he cried.
“No.”
“On your tits, please,” begged Jake.
“Very well.” She lifted her nightshirt, took it off, tossed it aside, and sat on the kitchen chair while Jake pressed his cock on her tits, moving up and down while breathing hard, panting.
He slid up, stepping high on his toes, and slid down.
Allison pressed her tits against his shaft, taking delight in his torment. “Harder.” She watched, teased his balls with her finger, and soon he came hard, releasing his cum over her breasts and groaning hard.
She spoke up. “Master Zapier will fuck me without mercy whenever he wants. But I’ll still be allowed to sleep in bed with you.”
Jake looked between her legs, feeling his softening cock. “Then I’ll get in your pussy once in a while or ride your ass.”
“No, Babe. Not without his permission.” She looked straight into Jake’s eyes. “You’ll be in chastity. His rules.”
“Oh, my God.”
Allison ran fingers over her tits and licked Jake’s cum.
Jake fell to his knees and hugged Allison’s legs. “Please, let me taste you.” His mind was reeling.
“There are rules, Baby. But don’t worry, Honey, I’ll still be allowed to touch you. At least your balls.”
“My wife. An owned slut.”
Allison kissed him gently on the cheek. “Yes, darling. Yes.”
She felt deeply for Jake’s plight. And enjoyed it, too. Master Zapier was edgy, and Jake was always safe. And, often, safe was a nice retreat.
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