The days passed and my condition was prolonged abstinence. Although I often happen to think that the situation now was too absurd, and I tried to put an end to what seemed to me still after all a "game", I could not deny myself the truth - that I had never been so excited. I knew that returning to "normal" - go back to my own wife as a husband "for good" - perhaps it was no longer possible. And though Ross was running the show, I was convinced that the reason why all this was happening was me - not another deal would be done that way or not would be so insanely excited. In a sense, perhaps not having my wife made me feel relieved as well as frustrated and eager ...
Scarlett seemed aware of my moods, and the way in which it was proved that he was aware of exercising power over me a lot deeper than you might think, the beginning of our "game" . His orders are becoming the most humiliating and most wicked, and yet they always formulated with quiet decision, almost with defiance, knowing that I would not have contradicted.
Every day I had to strip naked just arrived home. I often had precise instructions on what to do while waiting, for example, some work at home. More or less half an hour before returning I had to kneel down and wait for it - the most suitable position so that my only function in our marriage relationship, by now, lick it every time I was asked. And I often wondered - not infrequently Ross had three or four orgasms before nightfall. I loved the smell of sex with my wife, his taste, his vision.
From a certain point on, Ross decided that I was too excited to see her naked, and that to avoid a "hiccup" broke my abstinence was better to avoid. From that moment he was licked through her panties, or blindfolded me if he wanted to hear his tongue into her sex.
Obviously I was allowed to masturbate. Scarlett could do instead, and indeed he did every day, but never to orgasm. Again there was an evolution. At first he enjoyed teasing, often, knowing how much it excited me, I masturbated just returned, still wearing the clothes of the office, so provocative, gets on his knees and massaged me slowly, staring into his eyes. Or hug me from behind, while cooking dinner, and I masturbated teasing her earlobe with his tongue and saying things like "what to cook today my dog \u200b\u200bin heat?" Over time, however, this kind of attention from his own initiative to become more rare, and it was clear that both were even more excited if my daily masturbation occurred in a more humiliating. Every day Ross invented a variation on the theme, and I was put on all fours on the table and casually masturbated while talking on the phone or reading a newspaper, or simply ordered me to kneel at his feet and do this myself, rubbing against his calf.
In this whole situation, I realized that if this new relationship between us my abstinence was important, it was not his, and although I did come several times a day by mouth, I realized that a woman young and sexy like she needed even more, and that therefore it was not me to give poterglielo. Then I began to realize that that relationship between us and the idea of \u200b\u200bconjugal fidelity on his part, were difficult to reconcile. I knew that Scarlett would never have betrayed a secret, but I also had the certainty that something would have happened sooner or later, and I was afraid to imagine what - besides, of course, to be terribly excited by this uncertainty.
things, in fact, changed, after about a month since our last report. A few days ago Ross spoke to me often of his new colleague, a certain Mark. It seems that he was a handsome, young and athletic, and that the colleagues who did not talk about him. Scarlett had been assigned as co-locations so spent many hours together every day. Needless to say, I began to be jealous, because Ross did nothing to disguise the physical attraction he felt towards the young. In fact, day after day, more and more frequently than it happened to fall on this topic just as Mark Ross gave me my daily masturbation, and if when she pronounced the name "Mark" my State had a flicker in his hand, or against the veil of her stockings, Ross looks at me very mischievous or contemptuous - both things together.
One day, Ross returned to the office particularly radiant. She was dressed in a particularly sexy with a skirt above the knee gray ribbed member that put much emphasis on her gorgeous ass, and that along with a pair of shiny shoes with high heels. Immediately I thought it was all day with Mark, dressed like that, side by side, that sitting in that skirt could not stand up to several centimeters and give a wonderful view of Scarlett's thighs, especially if you, as was usual do, he crossed his legs. These thoughts made me immediately become hard, and because I was naked, my erection immediately caught the attention of Scarlett. - Oh, - she said - I see you like how I'm dressed now - he said.
- Yes, very, - I replied.
She snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor, and I, as I was accustomed to do, I knelt down.
- This dress makes you want to fuck? - Churches.
I hesitated. No, it was what I had in mind. - No. .. - I murmured.
She smiled at my sincerity. - I know - he said. - Maybe you excited to know that I'm dressed like that for Mark, rather.
I felt my cheeks reddening. Of course, I had thought of her dressed like with Marco, but in reality, I had not thought of her dressed like that for Marco. But now that she had said, I realized that this thought was even more desperately exciting. My State seemed on the verge of exploding. - Yes, - I muttered, - It excites me so much.
- I thought so, darling, and I have a surprise for you - she continued. - I'll make a nice present this evening. Come here. Its index
hours showed her beautiful legs bandaged from the dark nylon stockings. I went to her knees, I knew the command. I put the member to his calf, gently, watching her waiting for her consent. She nodded, and as I started to slowly rub my sex on the soft curve of her leg, she handed me two fingers to suck. That was the most humiliating position, forced to masturbate like a dog on his leg intent on sucking her fingers, the position that Ross liked to use when I was about to propose something new, yet to go beyond my limits. - This evening I meet Mark in chat, - he said - and you can hear our conversation.
I did not answer, but almost without realizing it I was sucking on Scarlett's finger in a different, more feminine, with the sensuality that I wanted to put in that Scarlett sucking my member. She smiled at that instinctive sign of submission on my part. - Now Prepare my bath, I want to take a bath ... then put on your apron and prepare dinner, - he said, with ostentatious indifference interrupting the flow of mixed emotions that I crossed it. I got up, taking just looked amused at my Ross State painfully erect, leaning, turgid.
For the rest of the evening until dinner, Ross did not make any more mention of Marco. He knew that there was no need, I could not think of anything else. The apron that Scarlett made me wear for cooking - and that evening, for the first time, I had to take even later, because Scarlett had also serve dinner at the table, treating me as her maid - was raised by my erection, which continues unabated. After the bath, Scarlett was made up, coiffed, perfumed, and she wore a beautiful dress, with thin straps and a neckline that emphasized her breasts - firm and high, a beautiful third. The fact that it was so elegant setting made me think that to chat with Mark would use the webcam, and I was wondering what would be my role. After dinner
Scarlett took a glass of wine and beckoned me to follow in our bedroom, where he kept his laptop. - It 's almost time, but while I wait I thought that Mark contact me to check out his Facebook profile - he said. While connected, I made a sign with his eyes, pointing to the floor next to his chair, so I knelt down beside her. When I saw the first picture of Mark on his profile, I felt immediately close to the stomach. It was indeed a handsome, young, muscular, virile. I felt even more inappropriate and ridiculous, kneeling there next to my wife, intent to caress her young thighs, partly discovered by the dress, with the corner of my eye ... for some reason I came to think that Mark definitely looked at my wife, and openly, I wonder how many times his eyes were fixed on her beautiful buttocks in the office ...
Ross went quickly to see the "Photos" in the profile of Mark, and with the same decision point just on the beach photo shoots. He began to slide pictures in which Mark appeared in costume, top, smiling, tanned, with a physique that even I could not judge perfect. And Ross definitely shared this impression, or refrained from proving this. - Oh my god - she said, smiling, smug, - I knew it was so nice to see it but ... mmmm ...
continued to scroll through the photos, making comments and moans of approval. - I'm excited to see this greek god die, - he said at one point. - Come on in here, you know what to do. Keep your eyes closed, though.
I obeyed, docile as ever. I moved on her knees, up to position myself between the legs of Ross. I closed my eyes and put on my face between her thighs. I felt the intoxicating smell of her skin, and the more intense of her sex. The smell was enough to make me realize that it was really wet before I can verify it with the language. The idea that Ross was in heat for another man excited me to death, and as had happened when I was sucking her fingers a few hours earlier, I found myself instinctively to serve her with his mouth gently, sensuality, concentrating on his pleasure. I heard the click of a mouse with which Ross went to a different picture, and sometimes its a new comment or a whimper again to emphasize a particularly exciting - and at the same time, the juice of the vagina of Scarlett, which sank in the language, which became more abundant, wet lips and cheeks. Feel my wife is excited for another man was incredibly painful and pleasant at the same time, I felt I might be losing control of our final report.
The sound of a bell, which signaled an incoming call, took me back to reality. - Finally, here it is! - Scarlett said, accepting the call. Instinctively I turned my head to peek at the video of the PC, and Ross before I pushed my head back between her legs, whispering "do not you see, I made time to see Mark with a towel wrapped on her hips and torso, that he sat down. Really had a physical individ, abs and sculpted pecs, broad shoulders ... was the image of manhood. I am not surprised that Ross found him so exciting.
- I'm sorry, I just got out of the shower - I heard him say, as I returned meekly to lick Scarlett. She smiled, - I figured, no need to apologize. And then ... - Added, with malicious tone - what I see is not unpleasant ... - Marco laughed. - If it is for this, you're beautiful too, with that dress ...
They began to chat. I soon realized that it was a conversation between friends, as I had imagined, and Mark Ross had gathered to explore something that was started between them in the office, maybe some look, some joke, some allusion. It was a sort of courtship, although still uncertain, and while I licked my wife's sex - now dripping its juices - and her clitoris and her labia - swollen with excitement - I was torn between jealousy and overwhelming desire to touch me.
Suddenly I heard Marco that said - you are a woman terribly sexy, your husband is a lucky man. By the way, is not jealous of the fact that you chat with strangers?
I had the distinct feeling that the answer to Scarlett was crucial for the developments of the situation. I hoped he was lying, that said the meeting was taking place in secret ... but his answer made me realize that he was determined to bring to the bottom of what had begun. I heard Scarlett's hand - the left, the one who wore her wedding ring - that he was leaning on my head, pushing her face against her vagina, I knew what it meant that gesture, and pushed his tongue as hard as I was accustomed to doing . I heard that Scarlett laughed mischievously. - Be ', You know, let's say that my husband ... is not man enough to decide what I can or can not do with other men.
For a moment I thought I would come there, kneeling, without even touching me. Was going on. - What do you mean? - Said Marco, who was also a mischievous tone. - Indeed - Ross continued, - is not even man enough to decide what I do or not do with him ... not believe this, but it is a month that I'm leaving empty-handed. - He laughed again, shaking slightly legs. - Be ', just a dry mouth no ...
They began to laugh out loud both. - Ah, but you're just a slut ... - He said. - He accepts this situation?
Ross nodded. - I'll tell you that I think he likes ...
- I mean the house has a woman as exciting as you and not the broom ... my god that asshole ...
Feeling offend in that way was a new jolt of adrenaline, the excitement was mixed with anger and humiliation ... Ross felt that my breathing had become labored, and I again put her hand on his head, taking me by the hair and moving her face from her sex. I pushed him on one side with another gesture I had learned to know and I was accustomed to obey, and began to lick her thighs. It was something I liked very much to Scarlett, opened her legs and let me slide down his tongue along the curves of her flesh. Perhaps because he knew I loved her thighs, which were one of my obsessions, and that doing so teased me ... - Sorry if I allow myself, eh ... - Marco said, joking.
- imagine - she laughed - no one can give you wrong!
- But you do not feel the need to more than just let it get licked? - He asked. I was fascinated by the way Mark was talking about things so intimate, with soft voice, quiet, seemed the most natural thing in the world ... and yet I was always embarrassed when I had to be so explicit with Scarlett. - Of course I want more - she said, and stayed a while to settle with the voice, and concluded: - but not by him. My wife
was offering to another man.
front of me.
I had stopped to lick her, despite what was happening, I could not disobey his silent order, I was still taking the soft and fragrant flesh of her thighs with his tongue, and even now I stuck out my tongue as I could. I have wanted to go back to her pussy - that maybe Mark would soon have, if Scarlett was doing very seriously, if it was not a game - I pushed myself up, I felt the smell stronger, but then I did not dare take the initiative without which she was to authorize me, and come back to lick her legs. I was approached with the pelvis, the tip of my erect penis touched her calf at times, but also - like a dog masturbating on her - it was something I could not do if she was not to concede.
Marco smiled. - Of course your situation is interesting - he said. - What are you doing tomorrow? See you for a drink?
If Ross had previously hesitated, this time he did not. Apparently my behavior - my pant, my circle sex without approaching, the shy of the glans rubbing against his calf - all had communicated the idea that I was really obedient dog that I had proven to be in those days, and had no scruples to me. - Very happy - he said. The tone of his voice, the tone of her voice - there was no doubt: you were given an appointment loving, they would surely kissed, or they might have done even more. My wife was about to betray ... Indeed, even: that was me with my attitude, I was giving another man my husband authority over his body, on his sex life.
- Very good way to pick you up at six, - he concluded. - See you tomorrow, baby. Say hello to the asshole.
Scarlett laughed heartily, and greeted in turn and disconnect both. I wondered how it would look healthy ... I would have given anything to see him.
Ross closed the laptop and still took me by the hair, making me gently turning her face towards her. - You were really good, - He said. - I love you, you know? - I nodded, his face burning with emotion. - I love you too ... - I murmured, her voice broken. Scarlett leaned toward me and, for the first time in a month, I kissed with her tongue. I felt my member that literally vibrated for the unexpected, pleasant feeling - and trembled more violently when Ross retired from the kiss after a few seconds, once again thwarting my desire.
- Marco greets you, - he said, smiling maliciously.
I stayed a few moments in silence. What did I say? I had heard: "say hello to the sucker." A real man would protest. I hesitated. Then I said: - thanks.
Ross burst out laughing that my response. - Now you finish what you started - and then he said, indicating his or her sex - but this time you can keep your eyes open, I want you to look at the gift you have just done to Mark. Lick until I come. And then I think there are more dishes to wash or not?
- Yeah .. - I murmured.
Scarlett's vagina was moist, red, swollen, smelled and tasted of desire. And I went back to sink his tongue, his eyes wide open, thinking that by that time was no longer just mine - or rather, thinking that I was not at all.
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