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I woke on Sunday and rolled over to find Mitch already out of bed. A glance at the clock told me he’d already left for his weekly golf game. Sleepiness clung to me and I lay there with my eyes closed. It was late. I'd slept in. I felt relaxed, and quiet, and...

...sticky .

My eyes shot open with a gasp as last night's adventure played out again in my head. My pussy felt a little tender from the fucking and the toy I'd used on my clit. Recalling the intensity of the vibrations and the sudden, startling waves that had flooded me made my head swim. I began to juice up almost immediately, my sticky lips pulsing, wanting. Lifting my knees I was reminded of the other toy, the butt plug. My sore little ass sent vestigial reminders of the invasion and dried lube coated my crack. The toys were under the bed. Where should I hide them? Dana had said I could keep them...

She'd said to text her when I woke!

I grabbed for the phone and switched it on. There was a message already there. An hour ago!

Sleep well? I saw Mitch leave. Text me when you are awake.

I scrambled for the buttons and answered.

Just woke. Thank you. I slept great.

Almost instantly the phone buzzed with a new message.

About time. Shower and clean up. I'm waiting.

I flew from the bed and was halfway to the bathroom before I ran back, gathered the toys and the lube from under the bed and dragged them to the dresser. I pulled out the bag, shoved socks and underwear aside and was about to stuff them in when I thought twice and instead carried them to the bathroom to wash them off. Rushing, I frantically soaped and scrubbed, especially the plug. I dried them in a towel and ran back to the bedroom, stuffed them in the back of the drawer and slammed it shut.

The hot spray felt delicious on my skin and I rinsed away the residue of last night even as the events replayed in my brain, making me leak again. I slid a finger delicately over my abused labia, wary of the tenderness but unable to resist touching myself. Slowly circling my soapy clit I remembered the bullet vibe, how shocking and intense. Standing partially under the spray my free hand slipped behind me, stroking my ass cheek and lathering my crack, cleaning, touching. I probed that forbidden opening, remembering Rachel’s finger there and then re-enacting lubing my tiny hole last night. I closed my eyes and slipped the soapy finger in, feeling the ring grip and relax, hearing Dana's words in my head.

You want your pussy and ass fucked. It's supposed to hurt a little. You need me to show you how you really are...

My finger wiggled at the sore muscle, poking at the center and reviving the lingering sensitivity before sliding up inside my latest achievement as my other hand played at my pussy and stroked my juicing slit. I wanted to cum, to make myself cum but I held back, knowing Dana was waiting. I rubbed my clit under the hot water, feeling the echoes of last night in both my used holes and taking a deep breath before stopping myself. Reluctantly pulling my fingers away and exhaling I trembled with anticipation under the spray, wondering at the changes in my life, and the dark places that Dana had promised to take me, had already shown me.

Out of the shower and dried, I selected clothes that looked casual but pretty, wanting to look sexy for her, but not be ashamed to wear them back home. A pair of nice jeans and a dark shirt, remembering the look on my neighbor Mr. Bascombe's face at my powder blue shirt, wet and spotted with cum streaks. A quick brush of my still damp hair and a little makeup and I was out the door, struggling not to break into a run across the street to Dana's house. I felt attractive and sexy and my skin prickled with anticipation in defiance of the knot of fear in my belly.

Dana met me at the door after a single knock, stepping outside with me and dressed in torn jeans and a loose tee shirt, her feet bare, her hair wild. Despite her serious expression she took a moment to look me up and down and gave me a grudging smile.

"You clean up nice, Sonia," she smirked. "And pretty speedy, once you wake up." I blushed and lowered my eyes. She put her fingers under my chin and lifted my face, her eyes dark and narrow. "What are the rules, Sonia?"

I felt my chest tighten in fear and eagerness.

"No lies, no objections, no hesitation," I recited. My anxiety cranked up a notch, knowing there would be no tricks today, like last night's phone audience. She wanted my commitment and I gave it. "I promise."

"Or else?"

I felt my mouth go dry. "You send me home. Alone. Abandoned."

"That's right," she snarled. She watched my face for... weakness? "You want me to teach you, don't you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

The words spilled from me unhindered by my fear, relieved at the opportunity to express the desire swelling in my chest. "Oh, yes, please Dana, please," I nearly begged. "I want to know, I... I need to know."

"Have you enjoyed what I've taught you so far?"

I only paused a second. "Yes," I answered quietly, watching her face, trying to read her.

"You hesitated," she noted. She misses nothing! She held my chin between her thumb and forefinger. "Why did you hesitate?" Her free hand played with my hair. "And don't you lie to me."

"I... I get... afraid, sometimes."

"Why?" she continued. "Is it me? Are you afraid of me?"

"Sometimes," I confessed, exhaling at being able to admit it, relieved that she'd asked. "The things you've shown me, made me do, they're..." I lowered my eyes in shame. "They're new. Dirty. I never..."

"Do you want to stop? We can stop, right now, today," she asked. Her hand left my hair, trailed down my upper arm, the backs of her fingers, her dark painted nails raising gooseflesh.

"No, please, no," I pleaded softly, "no, I'm afraid, yes. Afraid of what you'll make me do, afraid of you, your friends, embarrassed of how much I like it," I blurted, "ashamed of the dirty things you let me enjoy." I felt tears well up and I looked at her, blurry. I blinked quickly and a single tear rolled down my cheek. "But I'm more afraid of never knowing, of..." My voice dropped to a whisper. "Of losing you."

Her mouth smiled but her eyes didn't. "Poor little slutty housewife Sonia," she crooned, sounding half sincere and half mocking. "Will you be good for me today?" she oozed sweetly. "Do everything I tell you?" Her hand left my arm and stroked under my breast. I nodded. "Say it."

"I'll be good, I promise," I whispered. "I'll do whatever you say."

She moved her lips to my ear and her hot breath sent chills down my spine, through my va… my pussy and down to my toes. She says its your cunt, I reminded myself. "We're going someplace new today, Sonia. Do you want that?"

My eyes closed and my head fell back. Her fingers slid up my chest and stroked my throat. Shivers ran up and down my body, toes to scalp. My pussy pulsed and my nipples stiffened. Oh, what she does to me!

"Is that what you want, Sonia?" she repeated more insistently.

"Y-yes-ss," I hissed.

She leaned into my neck, licked me slowly from my collarbone, up my neck and jawline, then pinched my earlobe between her teeth. I gasped at the shocking thrill.

"Then come inside," she growled. Her fingers wrapped around my upper arm as she pulled the door open and tugged me into the house. The feelings of sensual promise she'd aroused in me lingered and grew, enhanced by the mystery of not knowing and wild remembrances of things she had already shown me. I felt unsteady on my feet, short of breath as I stumbled into the house behind her. For some reason I watched her butt as she walked, mesmerized by the motion of her body and wondering how that would look without jeans. The thought made me blush with shame, but I had barely a moment to be embarrassed before she stopped and spun me around and pressed me to the wall of the hallway.

Her face was right up against mine, her cheek warm against my skin, her lips near my ear. Her body leaned into me, slightly off center and I could feel her breast between my own, her shoulder arching into me, her leg between my legs. One hand was on the back of my neck and the other squeezed roughly between our bodies. She probed the crotch of my jeans. Surprise and sudden arousal made me struggle for breath, feeling every place our bodies met through our clothes, feeling her face so close, her hand so urgent and fierce.

"You remember the window, Sonia?" she hissed into my ear with an undercurrent of foreboding. My lips were near her cheek, her hair shrouding my face. Warmth spread between my legs as she pressed the seam of my jeans tightly into my pussy.

"Yes-s," I whispered back, wondering if she felt the same tingle from my breath as she stirred in me. As if I could ever forget that! Her watching as she commanded me to finger myself, on display! Dear God!

Her hand rubbed harder against me as the one around my neck slid over my shoulder and down my chest to fondle my breast. "You remember showing me your cunt?" she continued, her words soft and sibilant, only for me in the quiet hallway. I grunted my breath into her ear in acknowledgment. "Remember how hot you were? How excited?" As her fingers clamped onto my nipple, waves of pleasure fountained from my aching cunt. My knees began to buckle and I nearly swooned as my eyes closed, recalling the event, my body re-living the sensations as she groped me. I whimpered, helpless.

"Yes, dirty Sonia, fingering her wifey cunt in the window, so hot and horny." Her tongue flicked my ear and I gasped. "Doing it for me. Because I told her to." Her voice dropped to a sultry growl of delight and desire. I allowed my mind to envision her wanting me, taking me, using me for her pleasure, and my whimper of surrender sounded pitiful and weak, even to me. But the idea took hold, gripped my passion and held it up to the light. Does she want me? Oh, please let her want me, let her take me, do with me all the dirty things she's ever done, please! My hips thrust against her palm, her fingers forcing the seam between my lips.

"Such a dirty girl, showing the world your nasty cunt!" She coughed a chuckle into my ear that shot straight down my spine to my pussy. "Mr. Bascombe might have seen you, remember?" Her hand gripped the small mound of a breast, my nipple rising eagerly to meet her palm, while the other slid up the front of my pants. She forced the snap open and roughly pulled the zip down then slid over my belly, inside my panties. Her fingers, her fingers! pressed into my shaved cunt. Oh, fuck yes, take me, here, right in the hallway, have your way with me!

"He'd have wanted to fuck you if he'd seen you," she purred as her fingers slipped between my lips into my waiting juices. I stifled a cry as I thrilled at the sensation of Dana, touching me. "You were so hot, you'd have let him!" She grunted as she pushed her hand harder, two fingers curling up inside me, the heel of her hand on my clit. "Fucking slut, you'd have let him!" Her whispers were harsh now, almost angry. She turned her face to look at me directly. Her eyes were dark, a stormcloud about to burst. Her fingers found my nipple again as my cunt clenched on the digits inside me.

"But you do what I say, right?" Her hot breath caressed my face even as her hostility seethed. Her fingertips tightened and pulled at my nipple. I gasped. "Right, Sonia?" Her lower hand jerked up hard, fucking me as she twisted my stiff nub. "You fuck who I say, when I say, right Sonia?" Her hand sped up, rubbing against my clit, forcing me to my toes. Waves of pleasure rocketed outwards and my hands went to her shoulders, pulling her to me as I fucked her hand.

"Yes!" I shouted, "yes! I fuck who you say! Whatever you say!" I was suddenly pulled from the wall as her fingers released my nipple and clenched the front of my tee shirt. My cunt screamed for the hand, her hand, that suddenly left me, open, wanting and needy. No! I screamed inside my head, no, don't stop! But she had pulled away, pulled me with her, and I stumbled behind her, confused and overheated, denied! I whimpered my helplessness as she dragged me to her bedroom.

In a wide swinging motion she pulled me off-balance and flung me stumbling onto the bed. I lifted my head at the last minute to see a shirtless male chest above the covers. I landed face first across the mattress feeling long, lean legs beneath me.

"Fuck him!" I heard Dana command. "Now!"

I lifted my eyes to see an unkempt and unshaved nervous grin looking back at me. Dana leaped onto the bed beside me and pulled my hair back until my face was angled up to his.

"I don't know about this, Dana," the face said. He shifted uneasily beneath me.

"Shut up, Jake," Dana snapped, "you wanted a fuck. She's it." Her voiced turned sickly sweet. "Isn't that right, Sonia?" She released my hair and grabbed my hand from the bed and pushed it into the valley of the blankets where his legs met. My palm was on his cock. I gasped and tried to pull away but she held me there.

"I- I..." I heard my own stuttering even as my juicing cunt answered the call from my hand. I want it, it chanted slowly, she said I could have it...

"Well? Are you gonna fuck him, Sonia?" My brain resisted, images of Mitch in my head, fear of what I was doing, what I was becoming, fear of the overwhelming urge in the pit of my belly, all swirling together, confusing me, warring for attention and foothold. My pelvis pressed against the bed, eager and needy. Dana leaned into my ear and hissed softly, quietly, all her terrifying anger evaporated. "Tell him, Sonia. Tell him you want his cock in your wet cunt." My eyes closed as her voice drowned out the warnings in my head. "Ask him to fuck you, hard and long. Tell him how much you want to fuck him." My fears were reduced to a lurking suspicion as her words shifted the balance inside me, and my oozing pussy pulsed with victory. I do want it, I knew. I want him, now, inside me, to make me cum for him.

For her!

I looked at Dana and our eyes met and held for a long moment as I embraced the scope of what I would do, for her. Yes, I wanted to please her. Yes, I wanted, needed to cum. But I froze there, unable to move forward, unable to run away. And then she leaned into my face and her lips were on mine, hungry and urgent, and oh, I whimpered as I felt her kiss, met her kiss and returned it with all the need and desire I had ever felt, my lips parting, her tongue on mine, in my mouth, delving, dancing and swirling as I kissed my Dana. My Dana!

And then her mouth was gone and her face was smiling at me, her dark eyes shining wetly. Had she felt what I'd felt? Did she need me? Want me?

"Tell him, baby," she said, the corners of her mouth showing just a tiny curl. That face, that almost smile, told me I could make her happy, make her proud. I smiled back, then turned to Jake.

"I want to fuck you, Jake" I stated with all the emotion I felt for Dana. "I want your cock in my wet cunt. I want you to fuck me hard and make me cum." I heard a small giggle of appreciation from Dana and my body surged with pride. "Please, Jake, would you fuck my cunt?" I looked directly at him, stunned at my ability to keep the tremors from my voice and watched his doubt slip from his demeanor.

"Take off your clothes, dear," Dana offered softly, "show him you mean it." Kneeling behind me she reached around my waist and pulled the tee shirt over my head. My heart was pounding with anticipation and uncertainty, but I wanted only to please Dana. That kiss...Dana's hands slipped around me from the back, cupping my breasts, presenting them to the grinning scruffy Jake. "Not bad, huh, Jakey?" Her fingers captured my nipples and rolled them, pulling them till they were firm and tight. I inhaled deeply as her fingers tweaked and I knelt back, laying my head on her shoulder. "Yeah, she's ready for ya, she wants to fuck."

"Not sure I believe you," Jake snarled. Dana's hands froze on my boobs and I felt panic grip me. I can't disappoint her!

"Oh, believe me," I heard myself volunteer as I shimmied my open jeans off my hips, pushing my panties down with them. "I’m wet and ready for your cock!" I hoped Dana was pleased with my response. As I twisted my legs from under me and scrunched the rest of my clothes off, she leaned in and kissed the back of my head.

"Good girl," she whispered, and my stomach filled with butterflies. I tugged off my tennis sneakers and pulled my feet out, hurrying, and not being very seductive, I don't think. But then I was naked, and Dana was pleased. I knelt up in front of Jake with my thighs open and pushed my pelvis out at him, angling my pussy forward. I used one hand to spread my lips open and slipped two fingers of the other inside my slick heat, a tease of what I was hoping for. Juices coated my digits.

"M-mm, I’m dripping wet for your cock. I want it now," I added, thinking Dana would want me to show him and be happy with me. On an impulse I pulled my wet fingers out and brought them to my mouth, watching him as I sucked them clean.

"If you want my cock," Jake sneered, kicking the covers down, "you'd better get me hard." As the sheet and duvet slid down his body to bunch beneath his feet they revealed him, completely naked. My mouth pooled with saliva as his pale belly came into view and my eyes trailed the line of hair that led to his cock and balls. His partially erect shaft lay angled to the left amidst a trimmed bush, and he parted his legs to expose his dangling shaved ball sack. My pussy pulsed at the sight and I panted, a dog in heat. I turned to Dana.

"Don't look at me, I'm not doing it for you," she quipped drily. "You know what to do. Get busy!"

That was all the permission I needed, and dropped back to my hands and knees and crawled anxiously between his legs, trembling and excited. A strange man, a strange cock, I thought with some reason. And all mine! the rest of me shouted. I breathed in his manly scent as I approached his crotch, then rubbed my face against him, feeling the soft malleable flesh rub against my skin, the hair on his upper thighs coarse and wiry. My tongue slipped out of its own accord, hurried and eager, and I took a long lick up his ball sack, one hand reaching for his filling cock and pulling it up to his belly. My tongue tasted him all the way to his crown, then swirled around the head. He didn’t taste like Mitch, but there was something familiar, a scent or flavor…

Dana! He tastes like Dana!

In a rush, my mouth opened and I drew his entire swelling shaft into my mouth, sucking the essence of her residual nectar from every inch of him. My mouth was full of cock and my nose pressed into his pubic hair, desperate to catch a whiff of Dana there. He began to fill and stiffen, his cock becoming fatter and longer, and I thrilled at the effect I'd had, both because it made me feel proud and sexy, and also that Dana would know I was learning. I swirled and sucked him, my tongue wrapping his shaft as he groaned. My fingers curled around the base and I began to pump my head, sucking hard as he slipped from my mouth and teased with my tongue as I drew it back in. She gave this to me, my voices sang in chorus, This cock, and some of her! and I cherished her gift.

Fully hard now, I lengthened my strokes, sucking his full shaft until the head pressed against the back of my mouth. Drool began spilling out over my fingers and I stroked with my hand and mouth together several times, wanting his hard cock ripe and ready. He groaned as I pushed him to the back of my mouth and looked him in the eyes and pushed my head all the way down, just like I'd been taught. His spongy crown crowded into my throat and he let out a scurrilous laugh.

"Dana, you are one twisted, demented bitch!"

I pulled my mouth off before I could think. "She is not!" I insisted. "You- you take that back!" His cock, still in my hand, stood straight up, wet and pulsing. I absentmindedly licked a trail of drool from my lower lip and chin. "She's wonderful and sexy and beautiful and she cares for me!" I blurted in her defense, before realizing the room had gone silent and still.

Jake was looking dumbfounded past my shoulder, at Dana I assumed. I turned to her, admonishing myself for my outburst, but deeply offended at his careless opinion. I looked to her for confirmation, but she was looking at Jake. Then they suddenly both burst out laughing uproariously.

I knelt there, face heating in embarrassment until I felt Dana's hands on my shoulder. "It's okay, Sonia," she said, still chuckling, "he didn't mean it the way it sounded." She leaned into my ear and added in a whisper, "but thank you."

I beamed at her until I felt her hand push me and I returned to sucking Jake's hard cock, slobbering with delight and pride and unadulterated lust, making yummy sounds between the chokes and gags. I continued for a few more minutes until I felt Dana touch my shoulder.

"That's enough, Sonia," she advised, "I think it's time you got that cock inside your slutty cunt."

I pulled off and knelt upright, wiping my mouth with my forearm. I looked at Dana, then back at Jake's cock. My last shred of reason and decency attempted to voice its opinion. This is wrong, it lectured, you're married! And I guess a part of me had known that, all along. That I would be doing things with Dana behind Mitch's back. There had been pussy licking and cocksucking already. I'd known, or hoped, I guess, that at some point fucking would happen. Part of my mind and every part of my body knew it, wanted it, needed it. I turned back to Dana.

"Shouldn't I lay down?" I asked.

"Not this time," she said, and slid her hands up my back. My shoulders hunched as the chill rose to my scalp. "Just climb on, like the chair," she coaxed.

Oh! On top? This was new all by itself. I looked back down at Jake's cock and pictured the dildo on the chair and the image brought back the visceral experience, the thrill, the challenge, the shame and delight. My eyes widened and I knee-walked, astride his body, Dana’s soft touch on my hip, guiding me.

"There you go, just position yourself over him, like that," she directed, and I lifted each leg over his and straddled his thighs. I looked down to see his throbbing shaft lying up to his belly, hard and dangerous and mesmerizing. It was nowhere as big as the chair dildo, but it was real flesh, like Dean's on the night with Rachel. But not destined for my mouth. I sat there, staring at it in a daze until I felt a firm swat on my butt.

"Looking ain't fucking, Sonia," Dana warned. "Scoot on up higher." I bit my lips and shuffled my hips, feeling the warmth that replaced the sting on my ass and wondering why that felt so good. But then I felt something even better as my weight settled on Jake and my swollen pussy lips rubbed across the underside of his shaft. My tongue trailed my upper lip as I shifted back and forth, feeling the tempting sensation of hard flesh parting my labia, releasing my flowing juices. I leaned forward, still shifting, and my clit made contact with his crown and I squeaked a tiny cry. I shifted back and forth again, repeating the rub, grinding my button across his cockhead.

Another slap to my ass! The sound was as sharp as the sting and my body jerked up and off him. "What the fuck, Sonia?" came Dana's sharp retort. Her hand pushed my shoulder and pressed me to his chest. "You're not here to play silly little girl games!" My face was right in Jake's and he grinned up at me, leering. "You think you're here for fun?" she accused, and I felt a soft round shape rubbing up and down my slit, opening me.

"Get ready, girlie," Jake grinned. "Here it comes."

The head pressed at my opening and then Dana's hands were on my hips and pressing me down. My eyes and mouth opened wide into Jake's face and he laughed at me as his cock slipped inside my pussy. He’s fucking me! I gasped. I’m fucking him! Dana slid her hands to my ass and gripped them, pushing me down, hard. Jake's cock pressed fully inside me and I struggled under Dana's grip as my breath left me. He’s inside me!

"Fuck his cock, housewife!" she yelled at me. "Get your married cunt busy on that sweet fuckstick!" I rasped a long, slow inhale as his shaft filled me, not just with warm, stiff flesh but with the sense of wonder from doing something bad and the undeniable pleasure at complying with what Dana wanted. But, oh! That fucking cock inside me! A wave of sheer delight rippled through my body, making my toes curl and shoulders slump. I'm fucking a man who is not my husband! I reminded myself, cementing the moment, and it's so, so good! Dana chuckled as my hips rose and fell, sliding him out and back in. I finally exhaled and did it again, and again.

"Oh, Dana," I wheezed, "thank you!"

"Don't thank me," she laughed, "I'm not fucking you!"

I looked down at Jake and saw on his face an expression of wonder and lust and achievement that reflected my own, a precious gift and tender reward. "Thank you," I told him. I raised and lowered my hips slowly, feeling every inch as my pussy clutched at him. I closed my eyes, relishing the pride I felt, feeling my obedience and boldness all mixed together with the physical stimulation as his cock filled and emptied me. On the last descent I stopped, pushed my cunt all the way to the base and shifted my hips, feeling my clit rub against him. My eyes shot open and I gasped, and repeated my shuffle.

"Oh," I told him, unable to stop myself, "fuck, I can feel my..."

His face tightened to a grimace. "This ain't school, and I ain't interested!" he snarled. "Just shut up and fuck me, bitch!" I froze at his words, stunned at how impersonal he was acting.

Dana guffawed from the side of the bed. "Whassamatter, Sonia," she blurted, "didja think he was gonna fall in love with you?" She was suddenly at my side. "This is fucking, not what you do with Mitch," she sneered derisively in my ear. "This is cunts and cocks for fun, so get busy, shut your trap and fuck!" She reached for my chest and twisted a nipple. I jolted. "What? You need some help?"

Admonished, I began bouncing my hips up and down, each movement making her pull harder on my nipple, the sharp pleasure in my chest meeting the subtle cravings from my pussy and swirling in my belly. It was hard work! I felt the muscles in my legs strain and start to burn, but I couldn't stop moving on his shaft. Over and over I lifted and fell, filled and emptied, stroked and clutched and felt him inside me. My body began to tire. My desire pushed for more but my legs resisted. I want to fuck! I thought, convincing my body to keep going, keep producing the exciting surges, but I found myself slowing, and finally collapsing against his chest, breathing heavily.

The slap to my ass startled me. "Get up! Fuck, bitch! I do this for you, and this is how you disrespect me?" Another slap, stinging and hot. "Embarrass me in front of my friends?" Another slap, and I lifted myself on exhausted arms. "Ungrateful slut!" I looked to her, weak and strained, and she gave me another sharp swat across my butt. I winced at the sting, but for some reason it felt... appropriate? Instead of anger it conveyed a sense of possession, like she was claiming me, and that stirred my devotion.

I felt a smile begin until she pushed me sideways and I fell to Jake's side, his cock popping out unceremoniously. Feeling the sudden emptiness in my aching hungry hole I started to protest, but she manhandled me, turning my body roughly onto my stomach and pulling my legs off the edge. My ass aimed inelegantly at her, and I lifted my head to see Jake scrambling off the bed as Dana pressed a hand in the small of my back, holding me in place. I was suddenly filled with fear and desperation that he was through with me, that he was going to fuck Dana instead. No! I screamed to myself, you gave me to him!

Then Dana's hands left my back to be replaced by Jake's, just as strong but slightly more calloused. As Dana climbed onto the bed near my head I found my voice.

"What... what's going... I thought Jake..." I stammered, then blurted, "I didn't finish!"

"Would you please shut your whiney mouth!" Her annoyance was sharp and distinct and I blanched at her tone. She settled above my head and put her hands on my shoulders, holding me in place while I wondered what was happening. Then I felt Jake's legs between my own, pushing my feet apart. His hands gripped my ass as my cunt opened for him.

"If you can't fuck him," Dana barked at me, glowering into my face, "then he'll fuck you!"

Like this? I thought? Shouldn't I be on my back... The thought vanished as his cock filled me deep once again and I moaned with delight. He drove into me, pushing my thighs against the side of the bed. He began a furious barrage of thrusts and shakes and grinds into me, launching my body into new heights of wanton pleasure. It's wrong, I chided, bad enough I got on top, but just... presenting myself? Like some animal? But I couldn't deny the waves of pleasure that rocked me as he plundered my juicing cunt. Sounds of wet flesh slapping together filled the room, interspersed with his grunts. I began to cry out to Dana, but she only scowled at me.

"Can't keep your mouth shut no matter what I say, huh, Sonia?" She scrambled backwards and stripped off her pants in an angry quick motion. Oh, she's going to take him from me, I knew it! But to my surprise she returned to my head and sat, legs splayed on either side of me and grabbed a handful of my hair. "Well, if you can't keep it closed yourself, maybe I can help you keep quiet!"

She pulled my head up by my hair and scooted herself forward as she lifted. I squealed in protest until I looked between her legs and saw her lovely hairless juicy pussy walking itself to my face. Yes, feed me, use my face, my mouth! I whimpered with desire to taste her. My body was shaking forward and back from the terrific pounding Jake was driving into me and I extended my tongue, waiting for contact.

When she reached me I sighed and moaned deep in my throat. She squashed her opening tightly against my mouth and I swooned as I tasted her for the second time, feeling her soft fleshy lips surround my mouth. I pushed my tongue inside, delving for more of her, wanting to fuck her with my tongue. My body's reaction to Jake's fucking elevated tenfold as I devoured her.

My neck strained as I swirled my tongue, outside, inside, up and down, side to side, before finding her clit and sucking it into my mouth and teasing the tip with my tongue. Without releasing that sexy nub I squirmed my arm up and pressed a pair of fingers into her slick hole, feeling her heat deep inside, stroking her silky walls. Matching Jake's rhythm I fucked her cunt, licking and sucking her clit, all the while getting my own cunt drilled deep and hard. I used to have a vagina, I smiled inwardly, but now I have a cunt, just like my Dana!

Jake took no care for my pleasure, he just took his own, but that served to feed my excitement, not dampen it. Mitch, for all his positives, does the same, but this was different. This wasn't simply ignoring my needs, like Mitch does. This was not caring, just using my hole to get off, secure in the knowledge that fucking was it's own reward. And sure enough, I felt my reward building and gaining momentum inside me! I was Jake's fuckhole and I was Dana's cuntlicker and the intense passion of my role was going to make me cum for them!

I half concentrated on my rising orgasm and half concentrated on Dana's delicious well of delight. I turned my hand up and stroked the front side of her pussy and she moaned, so I did it more as I focused my tongue on her erect clit. Her hips answered my call, lifting up in pulses as she gripped my head. Like the last time it was as though she was fucking my face, using my mouth to get off the way Jake was using my pussy. Her passion rose with mine, then Jake's escalating moans became long low groans and hoarse grunts. Dana began making noises, too, and that got me going, but mine were muffled between her legs.

I fucked her furiously, faster than Jake now, wanting her to cum hard for me, wanting to give her the pleasure, possibly even more than I wanted my own. My climax built slowly while hers suddenly rushed the stage. Her hip thrusts became harder and more urgent and her hands pulled my head into her as her cries increased. Her reactions enticed my own and I felt my orgasm build, closer to a crest. Then she suddenly shrieked!.

She pushed my head pack and a jet of fluid shot from her cunt to splash powerfully into my face. Some went up my nose, and I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide, but she was shaking so violently that her stream of squirt went everywhere! I felt it across my cheeks and nose and forehead and was lucky enough to catch some straight into my mouth, tasting her and swallowing her precious gift. Feeling her squirt across my tongue set my orgasm to the edge, and the sight must have done the same for Jake. He gripped my ass cheeks tightly and slammed his cock as deep inside me as he could go, shouting out his eruption. My cunt turned hotter and slicker as his shaft pulsed inside me and then my own orgasm exploded.

My vision went white inside my eyes as I struggled to breath through the last of Dana's squirt, my body suddenly alive of its own, rippling and trembling on Jake's spurting cock. I howled as the tremors rushed me in waves and peaks, trying to push myself up, failing, falling back to the bed in a fitful torrent of delight. Jake finished cumming long before me, his barks and shouts subsiding into low moans as I continued screeching until I collapsed, exhausted and ecstatic and soaked at both ends. I fell flat, belly down, face to the side and catching my breath.

Dana moved first, then Jake pulled slowly out of my pussy, barely felt as he slipped from my cum-filled sheath. I had been fucked useless, and lay there like a wet towel, dampening the bedclothes. Dana was behind me, her hand at my used, leaking hole, fingers stroking at my labia. I couldn't even form a thought as to why, until after she stopped.

She lay down next to me, facing me and grinning. Then her hand was at my face, caressing my cheek, sliding across my skin. I had a moment to think she was just being tender with me until I realized she was wiping Jake's semen on my face. Unbidden, my lips parted and sucked her fingers into my mouth, tasting his cum from my own cunt on her strong delicate digits. She giggled. I closed my eyes and swooned and sucked and swallowed.

They left me alone then and I lay still for long minutes as images and recollections bombarded me and replayed, and emotions swirled. My devotion to Dana. My betrayal of my marriage vows, my deceit of Mitch. My appreciation of this new life. My use as a plaything.

My desire for more.

Eventually I struggled up and fumbled my clothes on over my sticky and dripping body, feeling uncomfortable but wonderful. I wandered out to the den. Jake and Dana were scrolling through pictures on my phone. When she saw me in the doorway she flipped the screen to me, showing me an image of me atop Jake, his cock halfway inside. I blushed with shame but swelled with pride.

"Nice," Dana poked me. "You slut!" They both laughed. She tossed me the phone. "Go home, wifey, I’m done with you for today." I was crushed by her abrupt dismissal and hung my head as I plodded to her front door.

She caught up to me as I pulled it open, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around and in a rush, kissing me! Oh, my sweet Dana! I wrapped my arms around her and accepted her tongue, returning her kiss with a wave of desire and passion that pulled up from my toes and filled me to bursting. It was fast, and hard and meaningful and when she pulled away she smiled brightly at me.

"Well done, Sonia."

I don't think my feet touched the ground as I walked back across the street to my house.