Chapter 4: Margaret Loses Control
I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to get out of there.
As I stumbled through the streets, I realized that I didn't even have my phone anymore. I must have left it at work when I received that damning video.
I had no idea what to do. I felt lost and alone, like I was adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
When I finally made it home, I collapsed onto the couch, my body trembling with exhaustion. I had no idea what to do next.
I took a deep breath and reached for my phone, but then I remembered - I left it at work.
I felt a sense of panic wash over me. How was I going to contact Jack? How was I going to call for help if I needed it?
I had never felt so vulnerable before.
With shaking hands, I picked up my laptop and opened up a new message to Jack.
AS I BEGAN TO TYPE MY MESSAGE TO JACK, THE DOORBELL RANG.
I froze, my heart racing. Who could it be? My mind immediately went to Sally, with visions of her standing on my doorstep, a wicked grin on her face as she demanded more from me.
But as I walked to the door, I realized that was impossible. She didn't know where I lived. I took a deep breath and opened it, ready to face whoever was on the other side.
To my surprise, it was Bill, my neighbor. He was holding my purse and said, "I think you dropped this."
"Oh, thank you so much, Bill," I said, taking the purse from him. "I must have left it at the grocery store."
"No problem," he said with a smile. "I was just out for a walk and saw it on the ground. I figured it was yours since I've seen you carrying it before."
"Well, I appreciate it," I said, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I don't know what I would have done without it."
As I stood there talking to Bill, I couldn't help but feel grateful for his kindness. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to me in that moment.
But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something else - a flicker of desire.
"Come in, Bill," I said, surprising even myself.
He looked at me for a moment, his eyes widening slightly, before he nodded and stepped inside.
"I was just making some coffee," I said, walking into the kitchen. "Would you like some?"
I could feel his gaze on me as I moved around the kitchen, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the attraction that I felt towards him.
As I poured the coffee, I could feel his presence behind me, his breath hot on my neck. I shivered involuntarily, my pussy growing wet with desire.
"Margaret," he said, his voice low and husky.
I could feel his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him.
I realized that he must have been one of the strangers with Jack. I wondered if he had fucked me or if it was his cum I had tasted. My blouse was still mostly unbuttoned and I let my breast fall out as I turned to him. "Fuck me, Bill. Just fuck me." I didn't resist as he spun me around and pushed me up against the kitchen counter, my blouse falling open to reveal my heavy breasts. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up, his hands firm and possessive. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer as he entered me with no foreplay or hesitation. I cried out, my back arching as I felt him fill me up, my body trembling with pleasure.
He didn't need any romance or pretense, and I didn't want it either. I was a whore, reveling in the feeling of being used for his pleasure. I loved the lack of dignity or romance, the raw animalistic desire that consumed us both.
As he fucked me hard and fast, I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
I could feel the tension building up inside me, the waves of pleasure crashing over me as he rutted into me like an animal.
But just as I was about to cum, he pulled out, his cock slipping out of me with a wet, sticky sound. I stared up at him in shock, my body trembling with need as I felt the orgasm slip away from me.
Bill pulled me off the counter and pushed me to my knees. I felt his hands grip my hair as he thrust himself forward, and I opened my mouth to take him in.
I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, but he didn't seem to care. He just kept fucking my mouth with a raw, primal need that I couldn't resist.
And then, suddenly, he pulled out again, his cock glistening with saliva and pre-cum. To my shock, he pushed my head back and came all over my face and tits, decorating me like a forbidden cake. I felt his hot cum splatter against my skin, and I couldn't help but moan with pleasure.
I couldn't believe what was happening. I had never felt so dirty, so degraded, and yet so turned on. My pussy was throbbing with need, my clit swollen and sensitive. I wanted him to take me again, to fuck me hard and fast until I couldn't think straight.
But he had other plans. Unbelievably, he zipped up, said "Thanks love," and walked out, leaving me on my knees covered with cum and a pussy empty and desperate for seed.
I felt like a wanton slut who would do anything to get off.
But as I stood up and looked in the mirror, I saw the cum all over my face and chest, and I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I quickly grabbed a towel and started wiping it off, but it was already dry and sticky on my skin.
I heard the door open and turned to see Jack standing there, looking at me with a strange expression on his face.
I tried to turn away from him, but he had already seen the cum on my face and chest. He asked me, "What happened?"
I was surprised to see that there was a glint of desire in his eyes.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
I took a deep breath, my mind racing as I tried to find the right words. "Bill...he came over while you were at work," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "And we...we had sex."
Jack looked at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Again?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You shared me with him the other night, and he wanted more today."
Jack looked at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Bill wasn't with me the other night," he said finally.
My heart sank as I realized what that meant. "I initiated things with him," I said, my voice trembling with shame. "He didn't start anything.
I made the first move," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. Then, to my utter shock, he leaned forward and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with a passion that took my breath away.
I was completely taken aback, unsure of how to react. But as he began to lick the dried cum off of my face and continued onto my tits, I found myself becoming more and more turned on. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't deny the fact that my body was responding to his touch.
"I've been thinking about this all day," Jack said, his voice low and husky.
As he spoke, he reached down and started to undo his belt, his fingers fumbling with the buckle.
I watched in surprise as he pulled his cock out, already hard and ready for me.
He started to stroke it slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Tell me more," he said, his voice low and commanding.
I took a deep breath, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what to say.
"I...I had sex with Bill today," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jack's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of Bill's name, but he didn't say anything.
Instead, he just kept stroking his cock, his hand moving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Did you enjoy that, Margaret?"
"Yes," I breathed, my body trembling with pleasure. "I loved every minute of it."
He smiled, his eyes darkening with desire.
"You're a filthy little slut, aren't you, Margaret?" he said, his voice low and commanding.
I nodded, unable to speak. I couldn't deny it anymore. I was a slut, and I loved it.
He reached down and pulled my legs apart, exposing my pussy to him.
"Good girl," he said, his voice filled with approval.
And then he went on to lick my pussy as he stroked himself. I could feel his tongue flicking over my clit, his fingers thrusting inside me.
"Do you like hearing this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jack whimpered into my cunt, his cock throbbing and quivering as he stroked it. I had never seen it so hard. It almost seemed to be purple with the blood rushing to it.
"Do you like hearing what a whore your wife has become?" I asked. I loved the feeling of being used, of being a whore.
Jack started to spray his cum all over the floor, his body shaking with pleasure as he came harder than he ever had before.
I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't deny the fact that my body was responding to it. I felt my pussy clench and my clit throb as I watched him cum. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I had pushed him to the brink like that.
But as soon as he finished, I was back to my usual self. I looked down at him, his cum still dribbling out of my pussy, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust. I couldn't believe what I had just let him do to me.
"I can't believe you came on the floor with your useless cock," I said, my voice filled with anger. "No wonder I have to seek out others."
He whimpered into my pussy again, and I saw that his cock was getting hard again.
I reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him up to meet my gaze. "Clean up your mess," I commanded, my voice filled with a sense of dominance that I had never felt before.
He looked at me for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion, before he nodded slowly.
I watched as he lowered his head to the floor, his tongue snaking out to lick up the cum that he had sprayed just moments before. It was a sight that I had never thought I would see, and yet here I was, watching my husband lick his own cum off of our kitchen floor.
As he licked and sucked, I could feel my own orgasm building up inside me once again. I reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him up to meet my gaze.
I had never felt so turned on, so dominated, and so in control all at the same time. It was a strange feeling, but one that I couldn't deny that I was enjoying.
I was being used, being a whore, and I loved it. I felt like I had been unleashed, like I could do whatever I wanted and not have to worry about the consequences. I could feel the power coursing through me, and I reveled in it.
"Finish me off now, you pervert!" I cried out, feeling a surge of pleasure as I said the words. I couldn't believe how dirty they sounded, how filthy and raw.
But Jack didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it even more. He leaned down between my legs, his tongue devouring my cunt as he started stroking himself again.
I could feel his cock throbbing and quivering against my leg, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked my hand. It was a strange feeling, having him touch himself like that while he licked me. But at the same time, it was incredibly hot.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I leaned down and took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip of his cock as he groaned and thrust his hips up. I felt his hand grab the back of my head, pulling me closer as he came, filling my mouth with his thick cum.
As I pulled away, I looked up at him, feeling a sense of guilt wash over me. I had never felt so used, so objectified. I had always thought of myself as a strong, independent woman, but in that moment, I felt weak and helpless.
I stood up and started to get dressed, my movements jerky and unsteady. Jack watched me silently, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, and it hurt more than anything.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I didn't mean for this to happen."
Jack didn't say anything.
He just watched me silently, his eyes never leaving mine.
But at the same time, I could see something else there too - a flicker of excitement, of desire.
I knew that things had changed between us.
Something had been unleashed in both of us, a need for something more, something darker and more primal.
I didn't know where this would lead, but I knew that I couldn't resist it.
I reached down and pulled off my skirt, my pussy already wet with desire.
"Fuck me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jack didn't need any further encouragement.
He grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, his cock already hard and ready for me.
"You want this don't you, you little slut?" he growled, his eyes blazing with desire. I couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that my body was craving him.
He reached down and torn off my panties, his fingers probing my slit, feeling how wet and ready for him I was.
"You're so fucking wet, Margaret," he said, his voice filled with approval.
I could feel his fingers sliding easily in and out of my slick cunt, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my entire body.
"Say you want it, whore," he growled, his fingers curling inside me, finding the spot that made me moan.
"I want it," I moaned, feeling a surge of shame wash over me as I said the words. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that my body was craving this.
I needed this rough, animalistic sex to satisfy my insatiable hunger. So I let go, letting myself fall into the darkness, letting myself become the whore that I was.
"Fuck me harder!" I cried out,my voice filled with need. I felt Jack's cock slide easily inside me, and I let out a low, gutteral growl as he started pounding me against the wall. Each thrust sent a violent shudder through my body, making me feel more alive than I had in years.
I felt the darkness inside me, the part of me that had been hidden for so long, begin to rise to the surface.
I let out a series of primal moans, my body lost in the pleasure, and then heard a growl from Jack.
"You like this, don't you?" he said, thrusting harder and faster.
I couldn't answer, I could only moan and claw at the wall as he took me, like a wild animal. His cock was riding me hard, pounding into me without mercy, and I couldn't resist it.
I had never felt so dirty, so used, and yet so turned on. I closed my eyes and let myself be consumed by the feeling of being fucked like a whore.
As he fucked me, he reached up and grabbed my heavy breasts, squeezing them and kneading them like he owned them. I had always been self-conscious about my sagging breasts, but in that moment, I didn't care. I loved the feeling of him touching them, of him being so rough and dominant with me.
It was a side of Jack that I had never seen before, and I couldn't deny the fact that it was turning me on.
As he fucked me, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, his hips thrusting forward with a primal need that I couldn't resist. I moaned loudly, my body trembling with pleasure as he took me harder and faster.
"You fucking whore!" he yelled, filling me with his seed and tipping me over to oblivion.
I felt him collapse on top of me, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me.
But as I looked up at the clock, I realized that we had been at it for hours. The sun was already starting to rise, casting a warm glow over the room.
I couldn't believe what had just happened.
I had just had the wildest, most intense sex of my life, and now I was rushing to get ready for work. I felt a sense of shame wash over me as I realized that I could still smell the semen on my body, even after I had washed myself with a towel and water.
I quickly threw on another dress and grabbed my bag, trying to compose myself as I headed out the door. But as I walked down the street, I couldn't shake the feeling of shame and guilt that was weighing me down.
I kept replaying the events of the night before in my head, wondering how I had let things get so out of control. I had always been a strong, independent woman, but in that moment, I felt weak and vulnerable.
As I walked into the office, I could feel everyone's eyes on me.
I tried to ignore them, focusing instead on the ringing phone. I picked it up and listened as Sally's voice filled my ear.
"Get over to the mail room now!" she said, her voice urgent.
I felt my heart racing as I hung up the phone and hurried towards the mail room. I had no idea what was going on, but I knew that I had to find out.
When I arrived, I found Sally standing there, looking tense and anxious.
"What's going on?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.
"There's a package here for you," she said, holding up a large envelope. "It was delivered to the front desk, but they wouldn't tell me anything about it. They said it was for you personally."
I took the envelope from her, my hands shaking as I opened it.
Inside was a small USB drive and a note that read, "Watch this and understand the truth." Sally snatched the drive from me, plugged it into her computer, and a video started playing.
The video showed me, naked and bound, being touched and used by multiple men and women. I gasped as I realized that it was a recording of the orgy that had taken place with Jack.
I felt a wave of disgust and shame wash over me. I couldn't believe that I had allowed myself to be used like that, to be treated like an object.
But at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that there was a part of me that was turned on by it. I had always been curious about sex, and this was a taste of something I had never experienced before.
It was thrilling and terrifying all at once, but I couldn't deny the feeling of excitement that coursed through me as I was touched and caressed by strangers.
But now, as I watched the video, I felt a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over me. I had been a willing participant, but I couldn't believe that I had allowed myself to be used like that, to be treated like an object.
I looked up to see Sally's smirking face. She was holding the USB drive in her hand, and she looked like she was enjoying every minute of my discomfort.
"Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"My, you have been quite busy, slut. Now show me your tits!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment as I looked at Sally, my eyes wide with shock.
"What are you talking about?" I stammered, my voice shaking.
Sally just laughed and shook her head. "Come on, Margaret. Don't play dumb. We both know what you are."
"Go on, be a good doctor" Sally said, her voice filled with a cruel amusement.
I looked up at her, feeling defeated and humiliated. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I knew that I had no choice. I reached up and pulled open my blouse, exposing my heavy breasts to Sally's gaze. She licked her lips, her eyes taking in every inch of my body.
"That's more like it," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. I had always been a strong, independent woman, but now I was standing in front of a co-worker, completely exposed and vulnerable. I felt a wave of shame wash over me as I looked at the floor, unable to meet her gaze.
But at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that there was a part of me that was turned on by this. I had always been curious about exhibitionism, and now I was living it.
I was mortified but at the same time, my pussy was aching with desire. I tried to push Sally's hand away, but she persisted, cupping and fondling my heavy breasts, running her fingers over my hard nipples. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to ignore the pleasurable sensations coursing through my body.
I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so turned on.
My body was betraying me, my pussy aching with need as Sally continued to fondle my breasts.
I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't deny the fact that I was enjoying it.
Sally must have noticed my arousal, because she suddenly pulled away and grinned at me. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "These are some heavy hangers, aren't they?"
I blushed, feeling even more exposed than before. I couldn't believe that I was standing in front of her, my breasts bared and my pussy aching with desire.
I found myself reaching down to my cunt. I couldn't stop myself. I had to attend to my need. Having Sally break out to a giant grin only added to my humiliation.
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that I was enjoying it. My fingers slid easily into my wet pussy, and I couldn't help but moan as I started to touch myself in front of Sally.
"That's right, Margaret," she said, her voice filled with a cruel amusement. "Touch yourself like the slut that you are."
I closed my eyes and let out a low moan, my fingers moving faster and faster as I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm.
I was vaguely aware of Sally watching me, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was too far gone, lost in the pleasure of my own touch.
"Cum for me, you little fuck pig," Sally said, her voice low and commanding. "Come for your mistress."
The words sent a jolt of pleasure through my entire body, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. I had always been curious about submission, and now I was living it.
As I was bent over, coming, I didn't hear the door open and Billy came in. Billy was a fat balding accountant who liked to leer at the women. We all avoided him but now, he saw me doubled over with my tits hanging out and drool coming from my mouth as I lost all control.
At first, I didn't notice him, but then I felt his presence behind me. He was standing there, watching me with a lecherous grin on his face. I felt a wave of disgust wash over me, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that there was a part of me that was turned on by it.
I had never been watched before, and now I was being watched by Billy, of all people. But I couldn't stop myself.
I was lost in the pleasure of my own touch, and I couldn't resist the urge to cum. I felt myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with anticipation, and then I let go, cumming harder than I ever had before. I collapsed onto the floor, my body shaking with aftershocks, as I heard Sally's voice in my ear.
"What are you waiting for? She's ready for you, big boy. Fuck that cunt!" she said, her voice low and commanding.
I opened my eyes to see Billy standing there, his cock in his hand. He had already taken off his pants and was ready to take me.
Sally grabbed him by the cock and pulled him to my pussy. I felt him slip in easily, his cock filling me up completely. I moaned as he started to thrust in and out, his hips slapping against my ass.
I could feel myself getting worked up again, my body responding to the rough treatment. I had never been spoken to like that before, but for some reason, it was turning me on.
Billy grabbed my hips and started to fuck me harder, his grunts filling the room. I looked over at Sally, who was watching us with a look of pure lust on her face. She was touching herself, her fingers working her clit as she watched Billy take me.
She was moaning, her head thrown back, her eyes closed in pleasure. And then Billy asked, "Can I see your tits, Sally?"
Sally's eyes snapped open, and she looked at him with a mixture of disgust and desire. "No way," she said. "You disgusting pig. Only whores will service you. I'm too classy for that."
But hearing her say that, the way she looked at me, it was like a trigger. I came again, harder than before, my body trembling with pleasure.
Billy must have felt me tighten around him, because he started to fuck me harder, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I could feel him getting closer, his cock twitching inside me.
And then he came too, filling me up with his hot seed. I could feel it spilling out of me, running down my legs.
I looked up at Sally, and saw she was holding my phone. I felt a sense of betrayal wash over me.
"Why did you do that?" I asked, my voice trembling.
Sally just shrugged and smiled down at me. "I couldn't resist," she said. "You're just so fucking hot, Margaret. I had to record it." I had trusted Sally, and now she had betrayed me in the worst possible way. I had always been curious about exhibitionism, and now I had been caught on camera.
"Give me that," I said, reaching up for my phone.
But Sally pulled it away, her grin growing wider. "Not so fast," she said.
"You haven't answered my question yet."
"What is your husband's name again?" she asked, her voice filled with a cruel amusement.
I couldn't believe what she was asking me. I had just been fucked by a stranger in front of her, and now she wanted to know my husband's name.
"Jack," I replied, my voice filled with defeat.
"Ah, Jack," she said, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "I think he'd love to see this." My phone rang in her hand, and I knew it was Jack on the other line. I had never felt so betrayed, so humiliated.
"Hello?" I heard his voice, strong and confident as always.
"Hey, Jack," Sally said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I have something to show you. I think you're going to love it."
I could hear Jack's voice on the other line, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I could only imagine the look on his face when he saw the video of me getting fucked by Billy.
Sally handed me the phone, and I took it with a trembling hand. "Jack?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
I could feel Jack's breathing on the other end of the line, ragged and panting. I didn't know what to say, but I knew I had to say something. I said, my voice shaking.
But he didn't respond.
Instead, I heard a groan of pleasure, followed by the sound of a zipper being unzipped.
I felt a cold chill run down my spine.
I had no idea what Sally was planning, but I knew it wasn't going to be good. I handed her the phone, my hands shaking as I did so.
I couldn't believe what was happening, but I knew I had no choice. I had to trust Sally, even if it felt like she was betraying me.
Sally put the phone to her ear, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Hello, Jack?" she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness.
I watched as she handed the phone back to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "He wants to talk to you," she said, a wicked grin on her face.
I took the phone with a trembling hand, my heart racing in my chest. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew it wouldn't be good. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I watched Sally pack up her things, a sly smile on her face.
"Come on, Margaret," she said, grabbing me by the arm. "Jack wants us to go home together. He has something special planned for us."
I couldn't believe what was happening. I had always been a strong, independent woman, but now I was being dragged home by Sally, of all people. I had no idea what Jack had planned, but I knew it wouldn't be good.
When we got home, Jack was waiting for us, a wicked grin on his face. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight leather pants, and his chest was bare. He looked like he was ready for a night of debauchery.
"Welcome home, my little sluts," he said, his voice low and commanding.
To my surprise, Sally went over to Jack and started to French kiss him deeply. I watched in shock as their tongues intertwined, my heart racing in my chest. I had never seen Sally like this before, and I couldn't believe that she was kissing my husband. I had always been curious about sharing Jack with someone else, and now I was living it.
Jack reached out and grabbed Sally by the waist, pulling her close to him. I watched as their bodies pressed together, their hips grinding against each other. I could see the bulge in Jack's pants growing larger, and I knew that he was getting turned on by this too.
I had always been curious about sharing Jack with someone else, but I had never imagined it would happen like this.
I started to go over to them only to be stopped by Sally, who said, "Stay there slut!"
I froze, unsure of what to do. I had never been talked to like that before, and I couldn't believe that Sally was calling me a slut.
But as I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't deny the fact that she was right. I was a mess, with mascara running down my face and my hair disheveled. I had just been fucked by Billy, a man who I had never even thought of as attractive before. I had sunk to a new low.
But as I looked over at Sally, I couldn't deny the fact that she was stunning. She had long auburn hair that flowed down her back in waves, and breasts that still had their youthful bounce. She was wearing a tight red dress that showed off her curves, and she looked like a goddess.
"Go on," she said, pushing me towards the bed. "Watch while I take care of your husband."
I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't deny the fact that I was turned on by it.
I watched as Sally pulled out a length of rope, and started to tie me up, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.
"You're going to watch me take care of Jack, and there's nothing you can do about it," Sally said, her voice low and commanding. I watched as Sally pulled out a length of rope, and started to tie me up, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Please, don't do this," I pleaded, my voice trembling.
But Sally just laughed and continued to tie me up, her fingers working deftly as she bound my wrists and ankles.
"You're mine now," she said, her voice filled with a cruel amusement.
"I've always wanted to fuck your husband," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and malice. "And now that I have you tied up, there's nothing you can do about it." I never liked Sally and didn't even know she knew who my husband was. I always thought she was an obnoxious and attention-seeking woman. And now, she had the nerve to tie me up, humiliate me and disrespect me in front of my own husband.
"I saw you at the Christmas party acting like you are so much better than all of us with your handsome husband," Sally said, her voice dripping with malice. "But now, you will learn your place. You are lower than staff. You are just a hole for amusement when there isn't someone better like me around." I had always thought of myself as a strong, independent woman, but now I was being reduced to nothing more than an object, a toy for this cruel woman to play with.
Much to my shame, I saw Jack's cock in her hand, throbbing like when he was jerking himself. I don't think I had ever seen it throb like that for me. Sally released his cock and came over to me, pulling my tits out of my blouse. She said, "Look at these udders!"
I felt a wave of disgust wash over me, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that there was a part of me that was turned on by this.
Sally started to touch my breasts, kneading them like they were dough. She pinched my nipples, twisting them roughly between her fingers.
I couldn't help but gasp as the pain mingled with the pleasure.
"Jack!" I cried out, my voice hoarse with shame and humiliation.
But Jack just laughed and joined in, pinching my nipples even harder than Sally.
I felt a tear trickle down my cheek, but I couldn't help it. I was being treated like a sex toy, like a piece of meat.
"You like it, don't you, Margaret?" Jack said, his voice filled with a cruel amusement. "You like being treated like a whore."
I tried to deny it, but I couldn't. I was being honest with myself, and I couldn't deny the fact that I was enjoying it.
I had always been curious about being dominated, about giving up control, and now I was living it.
Sally pulled out her own tits and brought Jack's mouth to a nipple. He started to ravenously suck on her, his hands groping her breasts as she moaned in pleasure. Sally looked down at him and said, gasping, "Look how desperate he is for a real woman!"
I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me as I watched my husband, my partner, the man I loved, sucking on another woman's tits. I had always known that Jack had a wandering eye, but I had never thought it would come to this.
But as I watched them, I couldn't deny the fact that there was a part of me that was turned on by it.
Sally went back and took Jack's cock into her hand. He began to whimper in need. Sally got on her knees, stared at his cock while gently stroking it and said, "Jack is so desperate to have me suck him now." Jack gulped and said, "Please take it in your mouth Sally. You are so beautiful."
I watched as Sally leaned forward and took Jack's cock into her mouth. He let out a loud moan of pleasure as she started to suck him off. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that there was a part of me that was turned on by it.
Sally pulled back from Jack's cock, her lips glistening with his pre-cum. She looked up at him and said, "Do you want to fuck me, Jack? Do you want to fuck a superior woman?"
Jack's eyes widened in surprise, but I could see the hunger in them as well. He nodded his head eagerly, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.
"Yes, please!" he gasped, his voice hoarse with need.
Sally grinned and stood up, her body swaying seductively in front of Jack. She reached down and took his hand, guiding it to her breast.
"Feel how much better I am than your wife," she whispered in his ear.
"Ask her, beg her to let you fuck me."
Jack looked at me with a pleading expression, his eyes begging for my permission. I felt a strange mixture of emotions. Part of me wanted to say no, to protect myself and our marriage. But another part of me was curious, a part of me that had always wondered what it would be like to watch Jack with another woman.
I looked down at my bound body, at the ropes that held me in place. I felt vulnerable, exposed. But at the same time, I felt a strange sense of power. I was the one who had agreed to this, who had given Sally permission to take Jack from me.
I took a deep breath and looked back at Jack. "Go ahead," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "Fuck her."
I said, my voice hoarse with a mixture of shame and excitement. I couldn't believe what I was saying, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that I was turned on by it.
Sally came over to me and said, "I'm not turned on enough yet. You need to get me ready." And she presented a tit to my mouth.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. I had never done anything like this before, and I wasn't sure if I was ready. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that there was a part of me that was curious, a part of me that wanted to know what it would be like to touch another woman.
I leaned forward and took Sally's nipple into my mouth. It was hard and erect, and I could feel it throbbing against my tongue.
I wrapped my lips around it and started to suck, just as I had seen Sally do to Jack. She let out a low moan of pleasure, her head falling back as she closed her eyes.
I had never sucked a woman's nipple before, but as I did it, I couldn't deny the fact that there was a part of me that was turned on by it.
I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, my clit throbbing with desire.
I sucked harder, my hands reaching up to cup Sally's breasts as I did so.
She was moaning louder now, her hips grinding against the bed as she reached down to touch herself.
I could feel Jack watching us, his eyes burning into me as I sucked Sally's nipple.
I knew that he was getting turned on by this, that he was enjoying the sight of me pleasuring another woman.
And for some reason, that made me even wetter. I could feel my juices flowing down my legs, and I knew that I was ready for him. "Very good cunt," she said, her voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and contempt. "You are nothing but a slut, but we have found a use for you after all."
She chuckled and pulled down her jeans, revealing a neatly trimmed bush. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me, and I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly that it hurt.
I was able to free my hand and I reached out to touch her, but she slapped my hand away. "Not yet," she said.
"You have to prove yourself first."
Sally pushed me away and turned to face Jack, who was standing there with a smirk on his face.
"I see you've already been playing with her," she said.
"Yeah, she's a wild one," he said, a lecherous grin spreading across his face.
"I can see that," Sally said, her voice dripping with malice. "But you're going to have to earn my favor. Show me what you're capable of."
She bent over and presented her breast to my mouth again, and beckoned Jack over.
"Show me what you've got, Jack," she said, her voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and contempt.
He didn't hesitate, and in one swift movement, he was on his knees, his tongue lashing out at Sally's nipple.
I watched as she threw her head back in pleasure, her hands reaching out to grip Jack's hair as he sucked and licked at her breasts.
My own nipples were hard, aching with desire as I watched them.
I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, my clit throbbing with need.
"Enough!" Sally suddenly cried out, pushing Jack away.
He looked up at her, a mixture of confusion and disappointment on his face.
But Sally was already climbing off the bed, a wicked smile on her face.
"It's time for you to earn your reward," she said, her voice dripping with malice.
She grabbed Jack by the arm and pulled him towards the bed, pushing him down onto his knees.
"Open your mouth," she said, her voice low and commanding.
Jack did as he was told, opening his mouth wide as Sally took out a small bottle of lubricant and squirted some onto her fingers.
She leaned over him, her body looming over his as she slipped two fingers into his ass.
Jack gasped in surprise, his body tense with the invasion.
But Sally didn't stop there. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Jack's hair, pulling his head back as she slid a third finger into his ass.
I watched in shock as Sally started to fuck Jack's ass with her fingers, her body swaying back and forth as she did so.
Jack's eyes were wide with surprise, but I could see the desire building in him.
"You like that, don't you Jack?" Sally asked, her voice low and sultry.
Jack nodded, his mouth opening as he let out a low moan.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had never thought that Sally would do something like this, and I certainly never thought that she would do it with my husband.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard, Jack," Sally said, her voice filled with a mixture of amusement and malice. "You're going to remember this night for the rest of your life."
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something. I couldn't just sit there and watch Sally dominate my husband like this. I remembered my hand was free, and I shoved it into my cunt. I started chanting, "Fuck him! Fuck that sissy!"
Sally looked over at me, a mixture of surprise and delight on her face. But I didn't care. I was too far gone, lost in the heat of the moment. I kept chanting, my voice growing louder and more urgent with each word.
"Fuck him, Sally! Fuck that sissy! Show him who's boss!"
Sally looked over at me, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I think you're right," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Maybe you have earned your freedom."
She pulled her fingers out of Jack and said to him, "Go untie the pig."
Jack looked up at her in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He stood up and made his way over to me and untied me. I rubbed my wrists, trying to get the feeling back in them.
"Now it's your turn to be tied up, Jack" Sally said, her voice dripping with malice.
I hesitated briefly, unsure of what to do. I had never tied up a man before, and I certainly never thought I would be tying up my own husband. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that there was a part of me that was turned on by the idea.
"Come on, Jack," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "You know you want this."
Jack looked at me with a mixture of confusion and fear in his eyes. He had always been the dominant one in our relationship, and I could see that the idea of being tied up was foreign to him. But at the same time, I could see the desire building in him. He nodded his head slowly, giving me permission to continue.
I climbed off the bed and rummaged through Sally's bag of toys, looking for something to use to tie Jack up.
My hands closed around a coil of rope, and I pulled it out, giving it a testing tug. It was thick and sturdy, perfect for what I had in mind.
"Come here, Jack," I said, my voice low and commanding.
He looked at me with a mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes, but he didn't hesitate. He walked over to me, his hands at his sides.
I reached out and took hold of his wrists, pulling them together behind his back. I wrapped the rope around them, cinching it tight enough to hold him but not so tight that it would cut off his circulation.
I stepped back and admired my handiwork. Jack was standing there, his wrists bound together behind his back, looking at me with a mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes.
"Now, Jack," I said, my voice low and sultry.
"It's time for you to learn what it's like to be on the receiving end."
I pushed Jack into the carpet with his ass in the air and his head on the floor with his face turned sideways. I gently started stroking his throbbing cock, feeling it twitch and pulse in my hand.
Jack let out a low moan of pleasure, his hips bucking involuntarily as I stroked him.
Sally watched us with a mixture of amusement and interest, her own body flushed with excitement.
"I see you've got things under control," she said, her voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and malice.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving Jack's cock. Sally reached into her backpack which she always had a work and to my surprise, she had a harness with a dildo on it.
I could feel my own arousal growing as I imagined what it would be like to have Sally fuck me with that dildo.
"I think that's a great idea," I said, my voice hoarse with desire.
Sally grinned and walked over to me, the dildo bouncing slightly with each step she took. She reached out and took my hand, pulling me to my feet.
"Get on your knees," she commanded, her voice low and commanding.
I did as I was told, sinking to my knees in front of her.
Sally reached down and stroked my cheek, her thumb brushing against my bottom lip.
"Open your mouth," she said, her voice soft and seductive.
I did as I was told, opening my mouth wide as Sally stepped closer to me.
I could feel Jack's cock twitching in my hand, his breathing becoming ragged as he watched the scene unfold before him.
I took her strap-on into my mouth getting it ready for what was to come next.