(Part 3 – The Lesson)
He knelt there, eyes down, shoulders tight, the bag of tonic abandoned on the floor. I could feel him trembling, though whether from shame or arousal, I couldn’t tell — maybe both. That was the beauty of it.
“Good boy,” I purred again, my hand resting on the back of his head. “Now… show Mark just how grateful you are.”
Mark leaned back in his chair, legs spread, his cock still hard and glistening. He raised an eyebrow, a slow grin curling his lips. “He does this often?”
I smiled sweetly. “Only when he’s told to.”
My husband hesitated, mascaraed lashes fluttering, then leaned forward, lips brushing over the thick length in front of him. His cheeks burned red, but when I pressed my nails lightly into his scalp, he opened his mouth wider, taking Mark in with a muffled whimper.
“That’s it,” I whispered, watching his throat work. “Take him in… be useful.”
Mark groaned, one hand tangling in my husband’s hair, the other reaching out to grab my wrist and pull me closer. “You’ve trained him well,” he muttered between breaths.
“Of course I have,” I said, stepping behind my husband and hiking my dress back up. I bent over him, pressing my breasts against his back as I whispered hotly into his ear. “While you’re down there serving, I’m going to ride him again. And you’re going to feel every movement, every sound.”
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The Climax
I straddled Mark’s lap, sinking down onto him with a moan, my nails dragging across his chest. My husband stayed kneeling, pinned between us — Mark’s cock filling his mouth when I rose, filling me when I dropped. Every gasp I made was inches from his ear, every slap of flesh a reminder of exactly what he couldn’t give me.
The room filled with wet sounds, low grunts, my breathless moans. My husband whimpered between us, his own arousal obvious in the way he shifted against the floor, desperate for friction but too obedient to touch himself without permission.
“Look at you,” I teased breathlessly, riding harder, faster. “My perfect little sissy housewife, kneeling while a real man takes me. This is what you were made for.”
The humiliation only pushed him deeper into submission. His hands clutched my thighs as I bounced on Mark’s cock, his body trembling with the effort to keep serving.
Mark grunted, gripping my hips, his thrusts slamming upward until I cried out, shuddering in release. My orgasm tore through me, raw and shameless, leaving me gasping into my husband’s hair.
Moments later, Mark groaned, burying himself inside me, his release hot and deep. I ground down against him, savoring every pulse while my husband knelt helpless between us.
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Aftermath
For a moment, the only sound was our breathing. Then I slid off Mark’s lap, standing tall again, dress rumpled, thighs glistening. I tilted my husband’s chin up with a single finger, forcing him to meet my gaze.
“Clean me,” I ordered softly.
He obeyed instantly, tongue lapping eagerly between my thighs, swallowing every trace of my lover’s release as I sighed in satisfaction. When he was finished, I stroked his cheek, almost tender.
“You did well tonight,” I murmured, letting him collapse against my leg. “And this is only the beginning. From now on, expect more dinners… more friends… more surprises. Every day, I’ll humiliate you a little more. Every night, I’ll remind you exactly who you belong to.”
Mark chuckled from the table, tucking himself back into his jeans. “Looks like I’ll be coming by often.”
I smirked, running my fingers through my husband’s hair as he knelt at my feet. “Yes,” I said. “And next time… he’ll do even more for you.”
The game wasn’t over. In truth, it had only just begun.
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