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– Thanks for the comments and plot suggestions – feedback makes the writing time worthwhile – This chapter gets a bit silly –

Mary dove into housework when she got home, furiously cooking and cleaning to keep her mind occupied. If she stopped even for a moment she would think back to the cafe. She managed to make dinner, clean the toilets and do two loads of washing in the two hours before school pickup.

Then she was back into mommy mode.

It wasn’t until she got into bed that she thought about it again, as soon as she relaxed she got horny, recalling that she’d been made to piss for orgasm, or the other way round. She couldn’t help touching herself, almost instantly wet.

Her husband came in, “So, how was you’re lunch with Melanie?”

“Umm, it was good!” Mary replied, not really knowing what to say. “She’s very beautiful.”

He had walked into their ensuite. “She sure is!” he called back, and started brushing his teeth.

“I knew she was hot from the photos, but in real life she is seriously stunning.” Mary added.

“Mmhmm,” he husband agreed.

“She was tall and so graceful,” Mary couldn’t help swooning, she was picturing Melanie as she’d first seen her at the cafe.

Her husband spat and rinsed, “I’m a lucky guy, not many men get to be with a woman like that. It’s like making love to a goddess.”

Mary could see him smiling to himself in the mirror and felt a familiar pang of jealousy, knowing full well who he was comparing her to. She was comparing herself too.

“Why don’t you roll over and turn out the light,” he said as he pulled back the covers and hopped in.

Mary did. That was the extent of foreplay these days.

She was already wet, so it didn’t really matter.

She felt him pull up her nightie and smack her bare bottom. Gabbing a handful and jiggling her fullness. They both lay on their sides, almost spooning. She could feel him wanking gently, helping to get himself hard.

“Stick it out for me.”

She wriggled her bottom back and arched some more. Making her ass big and round back there.

He re-gripped her bottom, little finger just on the edge of her wetness. Lifting that side up to spread her a little. She felt him line up.

“Ahhh,” he sighed as he stuffed it in. She could tell he wasn’t quite hard.

She felt it pulse and grow. Her slick sleeve was good for getting him fully erect.

He began humping gently, pumping it up inside her.

The familiar full feeling of her husband’s fat cock helped Mary relax.

He pulled it all the way out and then put it all back in.

“That is some good pussy.”

Mary smiled at the compliment and the sensation of being filled.

She was quiet, holding her bottom out for him as he started to thrust. Silently begging for this treatment. Trying to be good for his big hard dick.

“She has the most beautiful hair,” she whispered.

“Mmm,” grunted her husband as he grasped a handfull of her own blond bob with his free hand. Mary felt like she’d been saddled up for a ride. One hand on her reins and a good grip on her bottom.

Her pussy softened unconsciously as he began to fuck. Feeling more and more like a hot-holed pleasure pony, Mary’s fingers trailed down to her clit, her submission stoked her arousal.

“She has such long legs,” Mary couldn’t help herself, she imagined herself kneeling and looking up Melanie’s achingly long legs.

Her husband picked up the pace, clearly happy with a quickie.

“That’s right darling, I’ve got a gorgeous girlfriend and a nice soft wife to fuck while I think about her.”

He didn’t need encouragement anymore. In the last 6 months it had become pretty obvious that fucking other women turned Mary on. She liked being reminded of it too.

“Tell me what else you like about her,” he went on.

Mary flushed and gushed at the thought of this, basically being a plump bottom he could masturbate with. She gently humped back in time with the “phut, phut, phut” of their contact.

“She’s so confident, and cool, she didn’t seem nervous at all when we met.”

“Mmmm,” her husband moaned pumping her harder.

Mary kept going, huffing and puffing a little as the pleasure inside her continued to grow. “She’s young, such a pretty face and perfect skin. I bet her body is perfect too. Her breasts and belly and thighs must be so smooth and tight.”

Mary was rigorously diddling her clit by now, seriously turned on in the situation, helping her husband get off on the thought of his girlfriend.

“She looks so fit and healthy. She must be amazing in bed.”

Her husband pulled her hair back, making her arch some more. “She is” he growled. “The best I’ve ever had. By far.”

Mary froze and pulled her fingers off her clit in a panic. She realised she didn’t have permission to cum. Gosh she’d almost taken herself straight over the edge when he said that. Her pussy was runner up.

She didn’t know what to do. Her husband was now pounding away at her – no doubt picturing his girlfriend. Even without touching her escort bursa clit it was only a matter of time before he made her cum, she was right on the edge.

She hung open her mouth, and her pussy, and started panting, trying to reduce the friction inside her. Letting the sexual energy move out through the rest of her body. It might buy her time.

He gipped her hip and her hair and began pumping harder, his big dick slopping in and out with with very little resistance.

“Oh yes honey. Just like that,” he gasped. “So soft and wet. That is just how I like you. A nice soft hole in a fat round bottom.” He was getting comfortable with their new dynamic and calling her fat was a significant sting.

She felt him get harder and a little bit bigger. There was only one way out of this without cumming.

“Please stop darling, please stop. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

He faltered and slowed down. She’d interrupted his reverie. He didn’t stop or pull out.

“I’ll make it good for you, I promise!” She squeaked.

“You’re pussy just got good for me. I’m enjoying it. A lot.” He let go of her and slapped her bottom. “Get to it then. Show me how good.”

Mary wriggled herself off his dick and rolled over to face him, feeling particularly empty now in her wet vagina.

She kissed him quickly, in the dark, not sure if it was a show of appreciation or a cry for more intimacy. It didn’t last long.

He gripped her by the hair again, guiding her head to where her backside had been only moments before.

It was not lost on either of them that this was the first time she’d ever gone down on him after fucking her pussy.

She couldn’t see anything in the dark, half under the covers, she just held her mouth open and he guided her head onto the head of his dick. He held his slippery rod steady with the other hand as he stuffed it in to the back of her throat, then taking hold of her head with both hands and carelessly smearing their combined juices onto her face as his dick-wet hand found a grip.

He slid in and out a few times, moving her head around as she wriggled into a more comfortable position.

Once her mouth was at the right angle, he resumed fucking at a solid pace. Mary was getting pretty good at controlling her gag reflex, his regular dates with Melanie meant a frequent face fucking for Mary.

The big difference this time was the smell and taste of her own slime. Comparable to the delicate tang of sex she enjoyed after he got home from Melanie’s place, this was fresher and far more full on. Sticky, slimy and salty. She couldn’t believe how much of a mess she’d made, and now her face was in it. Well, half of it, the other half was still a sticky spot between her buttocks and thighs.

The smell of sex filled her sinuses. Her nose was buried in his wet pubic hair and his wet balls tickled her chin at full penetration. She could taste her pussy and she salivated, dribbling down her cheek.

She felt like a sloppy ploppy sex puppet as her two holes continued to leak.

She relaxed her gullet, attempting to gape around his big dick as it squelched in and out, “gluck, gluck, gluck..”

Knowing she’d put herself in this position for her husband’s lover made the degradation so much sweeter. She just wished Melanie was there to witness how well behaved she could be. She wanted to cum so bad, but she kept her hand off her clit and focussed on making her mouth as vaginal as possible, while he kept pumping away.

“Thuk, Thuk, Thuk.” it repeated.

“Mmmhuhhh,” her husband grunted as he ejaculated inside her.

She lay there and took it, her mouth full of semen, saliva and pussy juice. A tear welled in one eye socket and another dribbled from the corner of her other. She swallowed around him as best she could, then began to suckle what was left as he softened inside her.

They lay there a while, with his cock in her mouth. He relaxed and caught his breath.

“Good girl,” he said, gently tugging her head off his dick. He rolled onto his back with sigh. “Go and get cleaned up. It’s time for bed.”

She slipped out into the bathroom and closed the door. She felt like a dishevelled whore. All she could taste was cock and cum. She looked at herself in the mirror, hair all rustled, eyes puffy and pink, a white crust of something drying at the edge of her mouth. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of herself. No point denying that she got off on this treatment.

She wet a face washer and cleaned up her face. Then wrung it out and began cleaning her bottom and thighs, working her way in towards her pussy. Wiping off all the stuff that was drying down there and rinsing it down the sink. She held up her nighty and began to sponge all the sticky slickness off her pussy and pubes. Looking closely at the puffy pink lips hiding amongst her bush. She was still so aroused and knew she would be going to bed wet. She brushed her teeth and got back in bed, snuggling up next to her husband, who was already asleep.

She lifted her görükle escort leg up onto his and nuzzled her pussy into his thigh, feeling his cool skin sooth her hot snatch. She felt kinda high.

***

The next morning she barely had time for a cup of tea before it was time to leave. I mean, she’d got everyone fed and out the door, but only managed to shower, dress and boil the kettle for herself.

She had on some old baggy shorts and a big t-shirt. Something comfy for yoga, she thought. Something she could hide in.

She was nervous pulling up in the car park, but brought in her old mat and laid it out in the back corner of the studio. Seeing Melanie up the front chatting with another young woman, a keen bean who put her matt up the front.

Melanie ignored her until the class began. Once she’d taken them into a deep stretch, she walked around and corrected technique. Mary had her nose down between her thighs during one stretch. Maybe not so far down. Anyway, two perfect feet appeared in her field of vision, her toenails also looked perfect.

“Feel the tension, does it hurt?” Melanie continued, guiding the class, “let the experience wash over you.” She was standing over Mary as she said this. Her perfect feet right next to Mary’s face. “Surrender yourself to the sensation. Submit… Now release.”

She stood there for a moment as Mary eased back from her stretch, along with the rest of the class. The endorphins from the stretch, her voice, her perfect feet. Mary felt her cunt prickle with arousal. She could actually feel herself getting wet again.

Melanie moved on, heading back to the mat. “You may wriggle your legs. Touch them, feel them. Feel the blood flow.”

The class all started wriggling and squirming.

Mary rubbed herself down, and saueesed her thighs together, her body felt so good.

By the end of the class, Mary’s hips and thighs felt stretched and open, she had not done 1.5hrs of yin yoga for a very long time. She took her time to get up and then she toddled out to the shoe room, Melanie was still talking to her best bud, Keen Bean from down the front.

She turned to face Mary. “I hope you enjoyed of today’s class. Well done. I could see you putting in effort. Come up to my office, I’ll get you set up properly.”

She said goodbye to Rachael, the other young woman, evidently her name, who looked Mary up and down as she walked out the door.

Melanie closed the door behind her, “follow me.” She walked up the stairs from the little shoe room foyer.

There was an entire apartment up there, as big as the yoga hall downstairs. The bedroom had been set up as an office. It had a kitchen and a big living room with a day bed and a sofa. Sunny and bright. Mary saw a bathroom to the right, above where the toilets were downstairs. It didn’t look like anyone lived there, it was a little too bare.

Melanie stopped at the cupboard and lifted a neatly stacked pile of sportswear stock, pulling one out. She checked the label for size and unfolded a pair of sky blue bike shorts. She handed them to Mary. “These are for you. You’ve got a beautiful curvy backside. The other women will feel more confident if you show yours off a bit.”

She walked into the room and stopped, turning to face Mary. “Put them on, I want to see how they fit.”

Mary looked at them. Size M.

She pulled down her shorts exposing her big grey cotton underpants.

“Take them off too.” Melanie suggested.

Mary did as she was told, her bare bottom sticking out under her t-shirt.

She pulled on the bike shorts, shifting them up. They had a nice high wide waist which cupped the bottom of her belly. The fabric squeezed her hips and thighs. They were quite tight. Her round butt was now suspended by some stretchy eco-cotton blend.

“I like your t-shit, it goes well with the shorts.”

Melanie took a step forward, standing over Mary. She took the T-shirt and lifted it up from the hem, exposing the new waistband and Mary’s belly. ” Do you want to be a good wife for me today?”

“Yes please,” breathed Mary, wanting for more.

“Take it off. I want to see what we’ve got to work with.”

Mary couldn’t quite believe that this young woman was telling her to strip, it was an absurd situation, but a needy tickle in her womb made her desperate to do as she was told. She pulled her t-shirt up over over her head and stood up in her sports bra and bike shorts.

“Take that off too.”

Mary unclasped her bra with some difficulty. It was a serious piece of rigging.

She let it down the front, dropping it on the floor and exposing her big ol’ tits. They hung down, slightly different sizes.

She felt very self conscious, baring them on command.

Melanie smiled, “He said you used to have the most amazing breasts. Big juicy tits. Is this what happens when you have kids?” She pointed at Mary’s chest.

Mary nodded, looking down at herself. They used to be her favourite part of her body.

“Don’t worry. You’ll just have to work them a bit harder.” Melanie reached forward to pinch her nipple, pulling it out. “They’re more like fun bags now. You’ll have to play with them a bit more.”

She let go and the tit flopped back down next to it’s partner. “I think it’s best you keep them tucked away when they’re not in use though. Keep the attention on your pretty face and big bottom. Being sexy is all about perceptions.”

Melanie turned and strode towards the kitchen. Mary wasn’t sure if that meant put her bra and t-shirt back on now.

“You can start practicing your tit-jobs, while I make lunch,” said Melanie, incidentally answered her question. So Mary followed along, in her bike shorts, topless.

There on the drying rack, next to the sink, was a big pink dildo. Hot pink. Melanie picked it up and stuck it down to the small kitchen table. It wobbled around, demonstrating a synthetic flexibility, and came to rest leaning off to one side.

Mary stared at it.

“I got this for you,” said Melanie. “A training dick, to practice being a better wife.” she gestured to the chair in front of it, “sit down.”

Mary sat, looking at it closely. It was big, definitely longer than her husband’s dick, and a uniform thickness all the way down. There were angry veins moulded into the shaft and two big silicone nuts at the base, housing the suction cup.

Melanie plonked a large jar of coconut oil and a spoon down on the table. “Lube it up and lube up your tits. Time to practice.”

Mary scooped out some coconut oil, rubbed it into both hands and began to smear it on the head and down the shaft of the cock.

“Take you time and make it good for him.” Melanie instructed. “Get your tits up on the table. If they are out, they should be on display. You’d be resting them on your husband’s thighs if this was the real thing, giving him a good look at what he’s about to play with.”

Mary leaned forward and placed her tits either side of the silicone nuts, her face moving much closer to the fake dick.

“That’s better. It makes you look hungry for cock when you get nice and close to it.”

Mary took another chunk of oil, feeling it soften with her body heat.

“You can gently wank the lube up and down with one hand while you use your other hand to start lubing up your tits.”

Mary did as instructed, looking from dildo to tit as she tried to coordinate both hands.

“Look, see it’s not just lube for the job, it makes your tit all shiny too. Make sure you cover the whole breast.”

Mary got the hang of, using her right hand to massage oil all over, around and under her right tit. Wanking with her left hand at the same time. She stopped to scoop out more oil and swapped sides.

Mary looked up at the young woman expectantly. Her shiny tits on the table and a hand on the cock.

“Use some initiative girl!” Melanie snapped. “Get those fun bags around that cock. I won’t be there to instruct you at home.”

Mary took two handfuls of her slippery fat sacks and proceeded to chase the springy cock around with them, try to capture it between her cleavage. She finally managed to grasp it with her finger tips and push in towards her sternum, mashing her tits together around it, so it couldn’t escape.

Melanie chuckled, “that’s great honey. Tit jobs are meant to be a bit of fun. Clowning around like that puts on a good show. If you get a laugh, you know he’s having a good time.”

Mary wasn’t trying to be funny.

Melanie directed. “Work them gently up and down and wank the tip.”

Mary got the gist and began to slide her tits up and down near the top of the cock, amazed at how far up and down she could actually swing them without moving her body.

“Damn girl,” Melanie exclaimed, “your tits are perfect for this!” “Do it faster.”

Mary worked them faster, wanking up and down. Encouraged by the fact that it did seem to be working.

“That’s it, get them right up. Make him feel the penetration again and again.”

Mary got her beasts higher, lifting them almost all the way off before sliding back down. She could feel the thick silicone pummelling in and out between her cleavage. She squeezed a bit harder.

Slip, smack.

She dropped the dick. It slipped all the way out and swung forward on the downstroke. Then bobbled back around the slippery sides of her tits. It was still stuck to the table.

She tried to catch it again and managed, getting straight back to work. She could see the value in practicing this.

Melanie made a quick salad for lunch while Mary kept on with her practice. Working out how to handle her tits around a long hard phallus.

Melanie placed the salad bowl on the table and sat down opposite.”Keep going,” she said, as she served herself.

Mary felt a lot more self conscious with the young woman watching her as she ate. But she didn’t stop. She forced herself to smile over the dick and jiggle her tits playfully before resuming the tit wank.

“That’s right,” Melanie smiled back, “you’re getting the hang of it. You’re making your tits fun to play with.”

Mary couldn’t believe she was sitting in front of her husband’s girlfriend, being instructed on how to make her tits more fun. Her newfound fantasy fetish was becoming very real, very quickly.

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