Sean and Felicia
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As I look at my wife seductively patting the bed wanting me to fuck her, I can only think, I am so fucked!
My ass is red, swollen, and covered in welts. I probably can't cum again tonight if my life depends on it. What the fuck am I going to do?
Her smile turns into a frown as she says, "Don't you want me?"
Think. Think. Think.
"Baby, of course, I want you. I am just surprised, that's all. You haven't been interested in sex for quite some time. Why the change?" I ask as I moved towards the bed. Stall, man, stall! I sit down on the edge by her and reach over to stroke her face.
"I think I just forgot how much we need intimacy. I have been working so hard, stressed, and maybe felt a little taken for granted by you. I just quit trying, maybe. But, I love you, Kevin."
Then an idea hits me. "I love you too, Carol. And I am sorry I was pressuring you before about sex when you were struggling with things. I was being selfish."
"It's okay, honey," Carol says reaching out to take my hand.
"Tonight, I am going to show you how unselfish I can be, baby. Tonight will be all about you."
I lay down beside her and pull her into my arms, lovingly kissing her lips.
"You are so beautiful," I whisper. Guilt has overtaken me now, and I need to make everything up to her.
She softly moans with my kisses and I slide a strap off her nightgown, revealing one of her deliciously, full breasts. Bending my head, I suck on a nipple.
"That feels so good," she whispers, squirming a little.
She reaches down for my cock, and I catch her hand saying, "No. Tonight is all about you, baby. Let me take care of you."
I return to kissing my lovely wife, trying to forget everything leading up to this moment. I need to make it up to her. She is becoming excited and grinding against me. I hold her hands over her head so she can't touch me - most importantly, can't touch my tortured ass. I forgot how hot she is when stimulated. What was I thinking before - cheating on her?
I rise from the bed and grab her legs, pulling her down the bed to where she is lying flat. Flipping up her black nightie over her waist, I reveal her sexy black thong. Mmmmmmm. She is so sweet and just what I need to wipe the memory of that bitch Felicia.
"And now, my love, I am going to eat my fill of you."
Settling myself between her thighs, I lower my head out of her sight. I take in the sights of her pussy and inhale deeply to smell her. I need to wash away every memory of Felicia. I hold her legs tightly as I give her my first lick right in her center. She jumps, gasping. Holding her tightly, I begin slow and steady licks from her ass up to her clit. I need this to last a while. Give me time to forget and replace memories. My wife is responding as intended with cries of pleasure.
Carol used to love me licking her pussy. Oral sex had dissipated over the years as we found ourselves shorter on time. We tended to move straight to fucking. So, I am refreshing her memory tonight and saving my own tortured ass in the meantime.
My hands move up her tummy, sliding underneath her nightie to her breasts. Squeezing her nipples makes her moan even louder. Damn! My cock is hard now, but I can't pull it out. Karma is truly a bitch. But, I count my blessings I will survive tonight with my marriage still intact.
~~~
I didn't sleep well. The suspense was fucking killing me. What the hell happened when he got home? My hands hold each other to keep me from calling her. That might look suspicious.
The phone rings and my heart jumps as I see her name on the screen. A little too eagerly I answer, "Hello."
"Hi, Felicia! How are you?"
Well, she sounds chipper. Surprising.
"I am good, Carol. How are you? I hope you have good news about last night?"
"I do, Felicia!" she says then continues, "It was amazing! Kevin was amazing! So amazing! I can't thank you enough for calling me and helping me."
My mouth drops open. What the fuck? How? I can't speak I am so shocked.
"Felicia? Are you there?"
"Oh, yes. Sorry, please tell me what happened."
"Well, I was lying on the bed in my nightie and at first I was upset because he said he didn't want to have sex. But, then he did the most beautiful, unselfish thing. He told me he wanted the night to be about me and only me and he just wanted to make me feel good, while I enjoyed myself. He didn't want to take any pleasure for himself - just pleasure me. To make up for pressuring me before, I guess. Isn't that incredible?"
Fuck! That sneaky bastard!
"Yes, Carol. I am so happy for you," I choke out my mouth. I need time to think.
"Oh, the only downside is I won't be able to meet you for lunch as often."
"Oh, and why is that?" I say trying to stifle my growing anger.
"We really talked about our relationship and he wants to make more of an effort to have actual dates like we used to. Isn't that great?"
"Yes, so great. Hun, can I call you back in a little bit, I am kind of in the middle of something. But, I am really happy for you."
"Oh, sure, Felicia. Talk later. And thanks again!"
I hang up the phone. Fuming, I throw my glass across the room and it shatters into tiny pieces upon hitting the wall. Symbolic, I guess. Fuck! I sit very still for quite a while thinking. Last night definitely did not end as I intended. But, that's okay. I have a new thought entering my head and I reach for my phone to dial her back.
"Hi, Carol. Sorry about having to run off before. Hey, let's celebrate your great night with your hubby. Do you feel up to shopping?"
"Shopping? Yes! I am starting to feel sexy again and could use some updated clothes. How about I pick you up in an hour?"
"Sounds great, Carol. Looking forward to some fun with you."
I hang up the phone smiling and go get some small liquor bottles to put in my purse. Shopping will be more fun with Carol loosened up a little.
~~~
I am waiting out front for her as she pulls her car up to the curb.
“Hi, Carol," I say as I slide into the passenger seat.
"Hi, Felicia!" she replies, smiling ear to ear.
It takes me two seconds to recognize she is driving Kevin's car. Looking over my shoulder, I flashback to my fuck-session from the other night. What would Carol say if she knew I was on my knees in the back seat with her husband's cheating cock ramming me from behind? I glance back at her annoyingly cheer face. She really hasn't a clue.
"Well, you are glowing. I guess the sex was good last night based on the smile you are wearing,” I ask, with a tightening chest.
She blushes and answers, “Yes. It was more than good. He was different – unselfish. It was all about pleasing me for once. He didn’t want me to even touch him. It was all about him pleasing me.”
What a sly bastard.
“That’s great, Carol,” I say, purposefully frowning a little.
“What? You don’t look like you think it is great.”
“Oh, nothing,”
Plant the seed of doubt.
“No, Felicia. Tell me. I value your opinion. What are you thinking?”
“Well, I was just thinking is it unselfishness … or a guilty conscious?”
Now Carol frowns replying, “I didn’t think of it like that.”
I grab her hand, “No, sweetie. I am sure you are right. Let’s change the subject – today is about fun! Let’s go find you some sexy new clothes!”
“Okay,” she says, but I can tell she is troubled by what I said.
She parks and we head inside the department store. I will take every opportunity for physical contact today and start by grabbing her hand again, pulling her to the dress section. We maneuver the aisles of clothes, with me snatching up this and that for her to try on. Heading to the fitting rooms, I am relieved to see a line of women waiting for a room. Smiling to myself, I think about how this will give me the perfect excuse to suggest sharing a room.
“Wow. A lot of ladies out shopping today, huh?” Carol asks as we get in line.
“Looks that way. Why don’t we just share a room since it is so crowded?” I suggest.
“Okay.”
A larger handicapped room opens alongside a regular room and I pull us into the smaller one, citing my respect for the handicapped. The smaller room will make for a more intimate setting with Carol.
“You first. Try on this blue dress. It will be beautiful on you,” I say, handing her the dress before sitting down on the stool in the room. And the show is about to begin.
I purposefully chose the blue dress, noting the long zipper in the back. She turns her back to me while she removes her top, shoes, and pants. I will rid her of her shyness later, but for now, I just relish in the view of her sexy backside. Her waist is tiny, drawing more attention to her rounded ass. Her cheeks are perfectly suited for my crop and paddle. My lips moisten as I envision her face-down on my bed with her ass propped up.
She slips her dress on and struggles with the zipper, of course.
I jump up offering, “Here let me help.”
I point her towards the mirror so she can lock eyes with me as I look over her shoulder. I purposefully drag my thumb up her skin as my fingers slowly zip her up. Letting my fingers rest on her shoulders, I tell her how gorgeous she is in her dress. She beams by my compliment. Then, I give her an exaggerated scowl, knowing it will trouble her.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asks searching her body in the mirror for the reason for my expression.
“It just needs something. May I?”
“Sure.”
And with her permission, I reach my hands around her front and lift up her breasts in my hands. I feel her shiver at my touch.
“There! You need a different bra. This dress needs your breasts lifted high, so your cleavage shows in the v-neck. See the difference?” I ask innocently.
“Yes. That looks better,” she says smiling.
I hold her breasts a few moments longer before releasing them, making sure a thumb grazes her nipple with my release. Her eyes widen by my touch.
First touch.
“Hey, what’s a little shopping without some wine,” I say digging into my purse, retrieving the tiny wine bottles.
“Felicia. You brought wine?” she says surprised, yet smiling.
“Of course. You deserve some indulgences, Carol. I love to buy these little bottles at the liquor store. Here, take this one. It is a very sweet Moscato.”
She takes it, opening the bottle, sipping a little with her perfect little lips.
“You don’t drink much do you?” I ask, laughing.
“Not a lot, no. My husband drinks a lot more than I do.”
“Go ahead and drink this one pretty quickly to get that initial buzz, then sip,” I instruct my naïve little friend.
“Are you sure? But, I am driving.”
“I will drive you home. Don’t worry about it. Today is about you,” I smile, thinking about how her husband’s games are no match for mine.
My mouth salivates as I watch how easily she gives in to me and downs her Moscato. She is the best type of submissive – the one who doesn’t know she is - yet. I will have her trained, bowing at my will before she even knows what hit her.
“Good girl,” I say taking the empty bottle from her hands. “Now, try on this red one. Your ass was made for this dress.”
She turns around looking at her ass in the mirror and smiles as I move to unzip her blue dress. Again, I take my time, not wasting this opportunity to touch her naked skin. The red dress is halter style, so she will need to remove her bra so the straps don’t show. I really am a genius.
Not wanting to be too obvious, I let her slip the dress on over her bra first. Only after watching her struggle unsuccessfully to hid her straps do I suggest she remove the bra. It is hard to tell what the dress really looks like with the distracting straps after all. Right?
“Here, let me help. Don’t take it off, just lift it up around your neck and I will undo your bra,” I offer.
The wine is hitting her as she fumbles a bit, trying to get her arms out of the dress. She has it raised above her shoulders and I move in to relieve her of her bra. Taking my time, I unhook each clasp, before sliding the straps off her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. I help her put her arms back in the armholes and lower her dress.
“Oh, Carol!” I say. “You look breathtaking. Spin around.”
She does a delightful spin, wobbling a little. I turn her around by the shoulders to where her ass faces the mirror. I give her a sharp spank on a cheek saying, “Girl, look at that ass.”
She jumps and gasps at my surprise spank, but then smiles. “Really? It looks that good?”
“Oh yes. Spankable,” I say swatting her again.
She blushes. This is another opportunity.
“What? Don’t tell me your husband has never spanked your ass?”
“He hasn’t. Why? That’s not a common thing, is it? I never really thought about it.”
“Well, I mean, you need to really trust your partner to engage in spanking. So, maybe when you and your hubby get to a better place, sweetie. But, done right, it can really intensify your pleasure. Light pain is a kissing cousin to pleasure, you know?”
She looks pensive. I know this is a new thought to her. Again, planting a seed.
“A few spanks on your ass are the biggest compliment a mate can give you. And your ass is worthy of compliments, Carol. Just saying.”
I see her eyes travel down to analyze her ass again and she smiles. I take one of her hands and place it on one of her cheeks, forcing her to squeeze it with my hand maneuvering hers.
She giggles, swaying a little, “What are you doing?”
“Just making sure you fully appreciate your ass-ets,” I say, giggling back.
I open another little bottle of Moscato and hand it to her. She drinks without my prompting this time.
“So, we are taking these two dresses. I have decided I don't like my choices and won't bother trying them on. So, now time to head to lingerie,” I say, swatting her ass one more time.
She jumps but giggles. I sit back down in my chair, creaming my panties as she reveals her naked tits again, lifting her dress over her head. My eyes rake over her little button nipples, imagining them red and swollen from my teeth. Soon, those tits will be mine.
She pays for her dresses and I lead her to the lingerie section. Damn! No one in line back at these fitting rooms, so I sit outside while she tries on her things.
"Let me see them on," I say. "A second pair of eyes is always better for picking the perfect lingerie."
She won't come out, but opens her door and calls me back to look inside her room. Her first set is a red lacy bra with matching red thong. Her hand covers her ass, hiding her naked cheeks from me. Her shyness will need to be addressed.
"Oh, sexy! I love that one. But, I really want to see you in the black one. I can see it paired with stockings too," I suggest.
Stockings are a huge turn-on to me. I wear them for men and women I am with and I definitely want my women wearing them. I sit in my still-wet panties envisioning her in her stockings, as I lift her legs up to lick her sweet pussy. Mmmmmm.
"Felicia," she calls, breaking my fantasy. "I have the black one on."
I walk back and can't help but gasp. These panties are see-through and I notice a little patch of hair on her mound. My pussy quivers as I wonder if she is unshaven below or just has that little landing strip.
"Love it. And with stockings."
"Oh, I don't think the stockings. Kevin isn't really into them."
Anger swells within as I counter, "No, I really think you need the stockings, Carol."
She turns and looks in the mirror and then says, "Hmmmm. No. Kevin just doesn't like them." And she shuts her door.
Rage mixed with lust overtakes me. Need to get away.
"Hey, while you finish up, I am going to run to the bathroom, okay?" I manage to say with somewhat controlled emotions.
"Sure. Meet you at the register."
I practically run to the nearest bathroom, choosing the private "family" restroom. Once inside, I pound my fist into the wall. Fuck Kevin! You will please me, not him, Carol! I yank my pants and panties down and sit down on the toilet seat with a thump. My hands go straight to my clit, one pulling the hood back, while the other rubs my hot spot with frenzied motions. Thoughts of Carol submitting to me flood my head and fuel my lust. I envision her on her back with legs splayed. She screams my name. My name!
My hand cramps but I don't stop my strumming. I need to cum. It isn't long before my pelvis tightens and I explode, lifting my hips off the toilet seat, wildly thrusting out my orgasm. Fuck! After my pussy stops pulsating and clenching, I sit back down and lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. My fingers rake through my hair as my breathing slows. Better. I feel better.
After cleaning myself up a little, I leave the restroom and find Carol at the register. I offer to drive her home since she is still buzzing from the wine. Smirking to myself, I think with a little luck the best part of today is yet to come.
~~~
I hear the front door to her house open, and his heavy footsteps coming down the hall.
"Honey, we are in here," Carol calls to him, giggling.
My back is to him when he enters the kitchen.
"Kevin, meet my friend, Felicia."
I slowly turn around and I'm guessing Kevin shits himself ... just a little. The usual expressions cross his face when one finds himself in his circumstance. You know - shock, confusion, oh fuck! then anger. I am impressed he gathers him emotions pretty quickly though.
I sweetly extend my hand to him - the same hand that beat and pegged his ass just twenty-four hours ago. He actually locks eyes with me and shakes my hand.
Carol starts giggling again saying, "Honey, Felicia took me shopping." She continues giggling, wobbling a little in her chair.
"Have you been drinking, honey?" Kevin asks her looking irritated.
She replies, "Just a little. Felicia had these cute little bottles of wine in her purse."
"Did she?" he says shooting daggers at me with his eyes.
"Yes, I hope you don't mind, Kevin. And she was a little too tipsy to drive me home, so I am afraid I am stranded here, unless you can take me home," I say flashing my fangs at him.
"Of course he doesn't mind," Carol chimes in as Kevin's face turns redder.
"Sure," he says flatly.
I rise from the table and stroll over to Carol, kissing her on the cheek, while looking Kevin dead in his eyes. It pleases me to see his jaw set as he watches me. Ha! He is pissed.
I grab my purse and walk towards the door, bumping into him as I pass. He falls in line behind me. We walk out the door and after we climb into the car, he turns to me and snarls, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
I smile sweetly, replying, "Your wife. Soon enough I will be 'doing your wife'."
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