The Dutiful Little Housewife – Part 2/2 [MF]

*This is Part 2 of a two-part erotic collaboration between [F] u/LittleNaty (author) and [M] u/Mrquick83 (developmental editor). (I’d love to link you to part 1, but that seems to result in a bot coming along and deleting the post, sorry!)

His mouth was on mine before I could answer. His deft hands were opening my saree. I was going to let this happen. I had waited so long to unleash this part of myself that it was impossible to stop. I kissed him hungrily and reached for the light switch.

“Leave the light on,” He murmured, between kisses. He reached up and gently grasped my wrist, drawing my hand away from the switch.

“No” I gasped. “If John wakes up and sees me fucking you he will kill us both.”

He looked at me with his dark eyes and pierced me with his gaze. He removed my blouse and t-shirt.

“Your husband does not see; I promise. But I could see what you were the second you walked in.”

He removed my bra next and it fell to the floor.

“Please,” I begged.

“Trust me. Whatever he sees tonight will just be a wine-soaked dream. Tomorrow morning he won’t even remember how he got here. The light stays on.”

He peeled off his tight-fitting t-shirt in one swift motion, exposing his lean muscular physique. His pants came down and I felt my cheeks flush at the sight of his hard, ready cock.

My petticoat and soaked g-string soon joined my bra on the floor. I ran my hands through his soft black hair as he began sucking and tonguing my hard nipples. I bit my lip and stifled a moan. Pleasure coursed through me.

He inserted two of his supple, manicured fingers slowly into my aching cunt and that was all it took to bring me to orgasm. I gasped as I watched my wetness surge and pool over his fingers like water over the rim of a jostled glass.

He looked back up into my eyes and it was like he saw even farther than before. He grinned, showing off a charming smile that must have melted so many young girl’s hearts before mine. He was chuckling softly.

“Oh my god…. You have a dam within you. I’ll bet you’re a squirter, aren’t you?”

“A what?” I asked, innocently. “What’s a squirter?”

He didn’t answer me with anything else but a quick clasping if his hands around my hips. He drew me to the edge of the sofa and I spread my legs wider. As he buried his handsome face in the folds of my exposed pussy and closed his eyes I was released from his gaze. I leaned my head against the middle of the sofa cushion. The feel of his lips on me was intoxicating. I rocked my head rhythmically, heedless of how my long black hair mashed against the sofa cushion and became increasingly disheveled.

“Yes…. Taste it. Don’t stop. Fuck me with your face. Give me more!”

I tossed my head to keep my face free of tangled hair and my eyes found found John.

His eyes were open. Heavy-lidded, he was looking at both of us dimly from his bed.

But not seeing.

He must have been in another world. He didn’t react at all to the sight of my terrified face as I panted with mounting pleasure. Neither did he seem to respond to the sight of this handsome young stranger kneeling, driving his tongue deep into the pussy of his dutiful little housewife. I stared into his eyes and whispered between gasps:

“You didn’t marry a good girl, my love. Oh god, don’t you see it? I need to be *FUCKED*, John!”

John closed his eyes again. Perhaps it was I that was in another world. I hadn’t realized yet that while my stranger’s tongue had been exploring every fold of my sensitive cunt, his hands had found my long saree petticoat and were making it into a tight coil.

When he used it to bind my wrists to one of the ornamental wooden finials arrayed along the top of the sofa’s backrest I decided I wouldn’t resist. I deserved this. Let him tie me up and use me like the whore that I always knew I was. I was done fighting against it.

“What are you doing to me?” I whispered

“Testing my theory” he said.

He inserted two fingers, gently but firmly stroking upward within me. An overwhelming sensation built up within me. Familiar, but new, thanks to his fingers. The mounting pressure was overpowering and I needed to slow things down and I reflexively tried to reach downward. The effort was futile.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I felt the dam breach. I was rendered mute as my eyes witnessed the sight of my pussy erupting over his fingers with force. With his other hand he grabbed the crop-top I had worn under my green blouse. He pressed it against my spasming cunt and grinned to see how large a section of the garment I soaked. I wasn’t as fascinated, but as my pleasure subsided and he used it to wipe his hands I was amused to see him shove the top into the pocket of his pants on the ground.

“How do you feel, Naty?” He asked as he rose from the ground. He stood before me.

I had a sheen of sweat across my whole body. I was helpless before him. I tossed my head to clear my face of my wild, tangled hair.

“I feel like a good little slut.” I glanced at his hard cock and back to his wanton eyes. “….and I want that inside me now. Untie me and fuck me like you said you were going to.”

He chuckled and grabbed his cock, aiming it at me.

“Oh I think that little cunt of yours is done for the night.” He brought one of his knees up and placed it on the sofa’s arm-rest. He thrust his cock against my cheek. “I’m going to fuck that pretty face of yours instead. Open up!”

He traced my jawline and grasped my face on both sides with his hands. My face felt so small as he tilted my head towards his dick. I opened my mouth and held my tongue out. It welcomed his cock into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around him. He began fucking my face with short strokes.

With my hands bound I had no way of controlling the depth or speed of his thrusting. I sucked on him and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock as it invaded my mouth, bobbing my head according to the pace he had chosen. I couldn’t turn my head but I cast my eyes as far to one side as I could and my heart lurched.

John’s eyes were on us again. He gazed at me passively, as if he were bored. My handsome stranger must have noticed as well.

“Your wife is wonderful, John. Her warm little mouth is so good on my cock!”

It wasn’t fair. I thought he brought me up here to finish what we started in the washroom downstairs. I bent over the sink for him and presented my ass for a reason. I loved the taste of his cock but if he was just going to use me as a fuck-toy then he was just as wrong about my true nature as John was. I’ve always known I had a slut inside of me waiting to be released, but this boy needed to taught the difference between sluts and whores. He needed to know that I was one and not the other. I needed to teach both of them that they didn’t know me.

I’d use the boy first. John’s lesson would come later.

At this moment, though, I couldn’t do anything but bob my head and keep sucking. I wasn’t facing John but I kept him in view as best as possible with my eyes. I felt my cunt getting wet all over again at the thought of John watching us. I curled the tip of my tongue upwards and used it to stroke area where the cock’s head met the shaft. I wanted to finish him quickly so I could do what I needed to do. John closed his eyes again and shifted his face further into his pillow.

Suddenly my young boy withdrew his cock and my mouth belonged to me again. I took a deep breath and panted, hastily sweeping my lips with my tongue to clear away the excess fluids that had accumulated. My eyes fixated on his as he hastened his stroking and took aim at my chest.

“Poor John! He won’t get to see what his wife looks like drenched in cum!”

His cock erupted and he chose a different area of my chest each time he spurted. He put his cock back in my mouth and I cleaned him with my tongue. As I sucked and polished his shaft he finally untied my hands.

The brazen boy looked satisfied as he gathered his clothes. He stood there preening like a rooster.

“All you need to do is climb into bed with him now. Just rub some of my cum on his cock and around your legs. If he remembers anything about tonight he’ll just assume it was him that was fucking you.”

I gazed up at him and batted my lashes at him. “That’s a smart idea. Let me start right now.” I said, smiling.

My chest was sticky with his cum, and it drooled down my breasts. Without breaking my gaze I began to rub it idly with my fingers. I massaged it around my nipples and tugged on them until they stiffened. I spread my legs and smeared some on my thighs. My pussy started to dampen again.

The poor, handsome, stupid boy. He was trying to dress while watching me. He tried to put on his trousers and he almost tripped on his own pant-leg.

“Give me back the top I squirted into, love,” I said sweetly. “It’s one of my favorites.” I crouched down on the floor, slowly collecting the rest of my clothes. I gave him a good view of my ass.

I peeked over my shoulder A chain of conflicted emotions dragged across his face as he gawked at my moistening cunt. He fumbled in his pants and pulled my shirt out.

“I… Um, well, I thought I could keep this to remember you by. To remember your pussy. Kind of like a trophy.”

I laughed softly and gathered my garments. I got off all fours and straightened up. I stretched, letting him have one last look at my sinuous back.

Bless him, he really was just a boy. His cock was already rebounding.

“Come now. That’s a silly practice. You’re going to sniff my shirt and jerk yourself off two weeks from now? Don’t be childish.”

I stretched out my hand and he handed it over. It was cute to he such a handsome specimen suddenly look like a child having his toy confiscated by a teacher.

I turned away and fussed with the covers on the empty side of the bed. I bent over and tucked the sheets around the bottom of the box spring. For the second time this night I was bending over for him. God, it shouldn’t be this difficult for a girl to get bent over and fucked. I tossed my head and spoke over my shoulder:

“You aren’t leaving until you fuck me. Get over here, boy, and finish what you started downstairs.”

He was beautiful to look at and his experience level made him a good fuck, but as he stepped behind me and slid his refreshed cock into my pussy I could only marvel at his stupidity. He held my hips and began plowing my flesh. I moaned softly. *Finally* I was getting what I had really been craving from the gorgeous idiot.

Did he really think it was *his* idea to meet me in the washroom? Did he think I’d be dumb enough to finger myself without locking the door? Probably. Just like he thought I didn’t know what a “squirter” was. I could have told him that I’ve been blasting my g-spot since I was 15 years old, but a boy’s pride is such a brittle thing. And I’ve been married long enough to know that cock is better when you leave a man’s pride intact. I relished feeling of being filled and I clenched my thighs to enhance the feeling of my cunt gripping his cock. I arched my back bucked against his loins, surrendering to savage bliss.

My orgasm came in a wave of pleasure and I think I was finally satisfied. I climbed into bed next to my husband and reminded my boy to make sure to turn the lights off on his way out.

The next morning, John woke up with a headache.

I had to explain to him that we spent the night at our friend’s house and that we could drive home whenever he felt better. He didn’t remember anything after the first few drinks. As he dressed he kept looking over at me and chuckling.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” I asked.

“Oh, just a dream, Natalie. You’re a good girl from a good family, so I won’t recount it. It’s not the sort of thing a housewife wants to hear about, believe me. Any dreams of your own, though?”

I propped myself up on one elbow and let the sheets fall off me; exposing my breasts. I looked into John’s eyes and smiled. I ran a hand though my tousled hair.

How much should I tell him? The truth would be suicide. And even if he didn’t kill me, the blow to his pride would kill his cock forever. John might not be adventurous, but his cock was at least reliable. I’d hate to lose it.

“I had a great dream, John.” I said, seductively. “I dreamt of things I’ve never done before.”

He buttoned his pants and gave me a curious look.

“Let me tell you what dutiful little housewives sometimes dream about.”

*~fin~*

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