The Wednesday rehearsal at Matt’s had gone OK, but when she went to her car Cindy discovered that it wouldn’t start. After a little tinkering they collectively decided that the best thing would be for Cindy to stay at John’s for the night (Matt had some guests over) and call the AA in the morning – she dropped me a text to let me know.
The band sat round John’s kitchen table drinking and laughing for some time – until Helen came down in her dressing gown and had a go at everyone – which killed the mood. She pronounced, sharply, to John that he would be sleeping on the sofa, then turned on her heel and disappeared upstairs before anyone could explain what was going on.
They chatted for a while longer, but the atmosphere had cooled and shortly thereafter Matt and Kenny got up to go, leaving John and Cindy at the table.
They sat and talked, John pouring Cindy a couple more drinks – noticing how drunk she was getting, and how more approachable she seemed. Predictably, they ended up talking about Helen – Cindy admitting that she felt a bit sorry for John, asking what it was that he had done wrong.
John eventually confessed that some of it did have to do with Cindy – that Helen felt jealous of her, and threatened by the time John spent with her in rehearsals. ‘That’s just crazy!’ Cindy responded ‘Well, you can see her point’ John replied ‘I mean you are amazingly attractive and – you know – sexy and talented – basically everything she’s not…’. ‘I don’t think I’m sexy’ Cindy said ‘well – you are – you’re – you’re gorgeous’ John said, stammering. There was an embarrassed silence.
‘Well, I suppose we ought to be getting some sleep..’ Cindy said, breaking the spell. ‘Yeah – sure’ said John ‘I’ll just go and lie on the sofa’. He smiled. They were both standing now. ‘I’m sorry, John – I feel like it’s my fault you’re down here.’ Cindy said
‘Don’t be silly’ John replied.
‘I feel bad for you…’. There was a pause.
John spoke ‘well, if you feel that bad you could give me a goodnight kiss – it’ll be all I’ve had for the past six months’.
‘Well – I don’t know – I don’t know if that would be right…’
‘hey – don’t worry about it – I’m being an idiot – you’re right, you go to bed…’
John turned towards the sofa. Cindy hesitated. She felt sorry for John. One kiss wasn’t a big deal. She stepped closer. ‘John…’ she said. He turned. ‘come here…’. She stepped in close to him and tilted her head up towards his, her mouth slightly open. His head came down to meet hers and their lips brushed. They kissed gently and quietly her eyes closing briefly. They separated, their eyes met and then they were suddenly kissing passionately, drunkenly, mouths open and tongues working in and out – like a couple of teenagers. After perhaps one minute Cindy broke off, breathless “I think I should go to bed now…” “ok” John replied. It seemed like that might be the end of it. Cindy turned to go upstairs, pausing to ask “um – where is the guest room?”. John drew close ” it’s upstairs of the right” she hesitated and he sensed his opportunity. He kissed her once more and she – obviously wanting it – responded hotly. His left hand slid up to her breast and she moaned as he squeezed it firmly. His right thumb came round to her nipple, and he could feel how erect it was, even beneath the material.
She had come straight from work, and was wearing a short grey dress with grey stockings and her black heels. As they kissed his right hand slid round to her behind, dragging her dress upwards, his palm sliding over her bare buttock. She groaned as he squeezed it, then tried to push him away whispering ‘no, no – I can’t!’. But he was too quick – he knew if they stopped now that might be the end of it. His fingers slid between her legs and, curling upwards slipped round the edge of her lace thong and right up into her pussy. ‘Ahh! – norty – norty!” she hissed, struggling as he kissed her neck. She could feel his fingers inside her – there was an explosion of pleasure. She knew he could feel how wet and swollen she already was… she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t turned on… and in seconds her resistance crumbled. She groaned and seemed to go limp in his arms as he held her tight and slowly frigged her pussy, two of John’s fingers pushed up inside her. She was indeed incredibly swollen and wet “Jesus Christ Cindy…” John whispered “God, you’re wet…”. She said nothing, but they kissed deeply as he squeezed her tit and fingered her juicy snatch. For John it was a dream come true – the girl he had fancied for so long – lusted after even, was kissing him and letting him slide his fingers up inside her.
After a while he turned her round, they were now both standing by the kitchen table. His hands slid down into the top of her dress and she closed her eyes as he gripped both her tits firmly and squeezed. Her dress was hitched up and she could feel his hard cock pressed against her naked behind through the material of his trousers. She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck and pinched her nipples between his fingers. He reached down, his hand cupping her pubic mound, his middle finger finding her slot through the material of her panties – then flicking back and forth across the small lump of her clitoris. Now she could feel his cock skin against her bare skin, his erect naked penis pressed against her buttocks. ‘We should stop’ she heard herself whisper hoarsely. But she didn’t move. His cock felt hard and hot. Her wetness was incredible. She heard him whisper ‘I want to fuck you Cindy’ and she reacted instinctively – surprising herself. Her hands went down and she lifted her thong to one side. She pulled her buttocks apart and , bending forwards slightly, opened up her dripping red pussy . It flashed through her mind that she was glad to have shaved for swimming.
His cock slid into her like a knife and in an instant she knew that this was what her body craved – what she had wanted all along. She felt his long, rock-hard penis penetrating her deeply, her vagina swollen and tight around him, his erection slipping easily into her lubricated passage.
He began a slow fuck, pulling down the top of her dress and lifting her tits up out of her bra as he eased his cock in and out. Her mind was going wild, the mix of pleasure and shame, passion and guilt almost overwhelming. His left hand reached down to rub the front of her pussy, and almost instantly she came – letting out little gasps as her body orgasmed. She had never cum like that before. So suddenly – so desperately. John had been watching his cock as he thrust it into her – excited by the sight of her pink skin tight taut around him, pulled outwards with each stroke. He hadn’t expected her to climax so quickly – it was so arousing to see her shuddering and whimpering like that on his cock.
John slid out and turning her round pushed her backwards onto the table. He helped her remove her panties, and she spread her legs for him, offering her pussy up to him urgently. Once more his cock plunged into her sopping, messy sex. She could see it now – his erection was long and bony and she groaned as she watched him spread her lips and bury it deep inside her. She opened her thighs wide, closing her eyes as he looked down at her body and fucked her pussy, pulling her pussy lips apart as he did so. She came again. Then he came. She could feel him throbbing inside her, ‘oh! Ohhhh! Oh yes1… oh yes…’ she gasped, his cock stiffening as he came, and the warm feeling flooding her loins as he emptied his seed into her vagina.
He stayed inside her for a while, then gently slid out. She felt his semen spilling out of her – hot and wet – running down her pussy and dripping onto the kitchen table. She groaned and closed her legs, struggling to her feet, looking for her underwear. “I’d better go up..” she started, but John grabbed her and she returned his passionate kiss. His hand reached round and under her dress ‘no – no -” she tried to say, but he pushed his hand between her legs and slid his fingers into her. It was a mess down there – she was full of his juice, mixed with her own – it felt both good and bad all at once. Her pussy was swimming, as he fingered her his semen began bubbling out of her – she could feel it running down her legs now – but she was nearing climax once more and she was beyond caring. His thumb flicked her clitoris, there was hot cum streaming out of her and trickling down her thighs, then she came. Standing there in the kitchen, with his fingers up inside her as she reached climax. Groaning and french kissing him, her vagina spasmed, she could actually hear John’s semen spattering on the stone tiles as she orgasmed.
He released her slowly. She picked up her things. They kissed some more, then she went up to bed. She lay there, unable to sleep, the bed strange, her head a swirling mix of feelings, her body still buzzing. It was perhaps two hours later when he came in. She pretended to be asleep, but her heart was pounding with anticipation. She felt him slide into bed behind her, then his naked body against hers. His hand slid over her buttock, pulling her panties to one side, then his hard cock slid straight up into her pussy – all the way in. She was dripping wet – he knew at once this was what she wanted. She moaned quietly as he began to fuck her. After a little while they switched positions. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs and he climbed between them. His penis sliced into her and they made love – kissing, holding each other his chest crushing her breasts, his cock entering her deeply. It was slower, more loving and intimate than before. Her hands ran through his hair as he sucked on her nipples, his cock felt like an iron rod inside her. Once more she came, whispering ‘oh god, oh god, and holding him tight as she climaxed.
He let her cum, then rolled her onto her front and pulled her up onto all fours. She didn’t normally do this – but it was all so crazy, so wild, so she let him position her body beneath him. His hands slid across her back, she felt his thumbs part her labia, then he pushed his cock up into her. She supposed that guys liked this position because they could see what they were doing. It turned her on to think of what he was seeing. His right hand reached forwards and he gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he pushed into her. She had to admit she liked this feeling with John – the feeling of being dominated – used, even. She had never seen John as a dominant man, but her body responded instinctively, arching her back she moaned in pleasure as he fucked her hard and deep. When he came she felt his cock tightening deep inside her, and that warm feeling that meant he was cumming, and it felt good. It felt good to be his bitch.
She rolled onto her back, John beside her. They kissed. His hand went down to her crotch – she tried to push him away ‘messy down there’ she said ‘I know’ he whispered ‘I like it. Spread your legs a bit – spread your legs…’ she did as he asked, sensing this new thrill of doing as she was told, feeling John’s fingers slip over her pubic mound and dip into her bubbling pussy. It was a strangely dirty sensation – his cum poured out of her as he fingered her – she spread her legs a little wider. He rubbed her pussy and pushed his fingers in and out until there was cum everywhere – and then she came.
In the quietness that followed she suddenly had the urge to do something she hadn’t ever done before – something equally dirty. Slipping beneath the sheets she moved down John’s body, her hands eventually locating his dripping, limp cock. She licked it. Then she fed it into her mouth. His cum tasted salty. She sucked on him, swallowing it down, then she began licking around his crotch – licking off the sticky juice. He held her head as she did so, guiding her as she licked further down, then his balls. It was intense – intimate and dirty and loving all at once. John ran his fingers through her hair as she sucked on him. When she slid back up he kissed her, then slid his fingers back down to her pussy. This time she didn’t resist as he slid them up inside her. She could feel his fingertips against the walls of her vagina, his semen mixed with her cream dribbling out of her as his thumb slid over her clitoris. He pulled his fingers out then lifted them to her mouth, watching her as she sucked on his digits. She tasted him, sucking and swallowing lovingly. She felt his cock hardening again in her hands. His finger went back down to her pussy, then he was smearing their love juices over her body, rubbing it into her nipples, her neck, her hair… his hands slid all over her crotch; in and out of her. She felt like she might cum again. His cock was hard in her hands. Going wild with excitement she slid down his body and took his cock in her mouth. This time it was hard, she could feel it throbbing on her tongue. John guided her head up and down for a while, then he slid his cock out of her mouth and stood beside her on the bed, maneuvering her so that she was kneeling before him. She felt a strange excitement at being dominated in this way as John guided her mouth down onto his cock. She knelt, clasping his hips as he moved her head up and down along his long cock. She continued to suck as he fumbled for something hanging on the door. She realised he had pulled the belt from a dressing gown hanging there. He looped it round her throat as she knelt before him, tightening it gently, then he pushed one of her hands down from his hip, whispering ‘make yourself cum, Cindy – I want you to’.
A strange thrill shot through her. Hypnotised by his instructions she began to rub her clitoris as he tightened the cord around her neck and watched her suck. Although it was only it was only a dressing-gown cord, it felt like a leash. She felt dominated by him, enslaved by him. She rubbed her clitoris and the thought of it brought her close to climax. She sucked harder, feeling him grip her hair and thrust deep into her mouth, pulling the leash tight. She was his bitch, his slave-girl, she thought – and she began to cum, moaning and sucking hard on his cock. As she came she felt his cock harden and jerk in her mouth. She whimpered and found herself gulping down his semen as he ejaculated, even while her body jerked and orgasmed. She swallowed everything, happy that she had made him cum, feeling his juice jetting into her mouth and gulping it down like milk. John pushed her down onto all fours and, holding the cord around her neck like a leash, pushed his semi-erect tool into her vagina. She groaned and closed her eyes as he fucked her like this awhile.
He slid out of her and they collapsed, side by side, her hand instinctively reaching down to cup his cock and balls. “I didn’t think you would swallow” John said. “I wanted to” she said after a pause. Then ‘I liked… what you did.’
She sneaked out early the next morning – she didn’t want to cause a scene. As she drove to work she could still taste John in her mouth, and her pussy was still sticky with his cum. She went into the lavatory to clean up – wiping her pussy with paper towels. She was still turned on, and before she knew what she was doing she was masturbating and thinking of John fucking her doggy-style.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ffuen7/sexy_wife_gets_seduced_then_dominated_part_1_mf
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