Tag: Wife

It didn’t take Jake too long to find Sarah’s missing undergarments. They were hidden behind a plant in the living room. He wound time back to the moment that Sarah had entered the bathroom and put them back on her, then returned to his seat to let things play out, keeping an eye on everything he could.
Of course, no one else really noticed anything amiss about what had just happened. Or if they did, they stayed quiet about it. People tended to do that, he’d noticed, when unexplainable things are going on. The difference was, Jake could explain them.
It didn’t take long for the mysterious guest to strike again. Jake noticed a movement and turned his head just in time to see Sarah’s breasts fall out of her top, flashing everyone present.
“Shit!” Sarah said, crossing her arms to cover herself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
Jake stopped time right there. Carefully, he wound the tape backward, watching his wife’s body move.
Sarah’s breasts rose slowly, as if drifting underwater. They pressed inward, and Jake felt a jarring sort of tug on his mind. The feeling passed, and Sarah was again fully dressed.
“Huh,” Jake said to himself, pausing things again. He let time flow forward as slowly as he could.
There was a definite break-point where it happened. One moment Sarah was covered, and the next she wasn’t. But Jake was unable to get into the exact moment when it had happened. It made sense, since it had happened outside of the flow of time, but it was maddening.
Jake considered the situation, leaning in to look at the handprints that held his wife’s breasts in the air. He couldn’t get into the stopped moment to challenge the intruder. He couldn’t stop anything from happening. He could, however, do some damage control.
“Small hands,” he commented to himself, touching his own palms over the prints in Sarah’s flesh. “But not girl-small. You’re a man, I think.” He smoothed out the prints as gently as he could and pulled the dress back up over her shoulders.
This time, when Jake let time start, Sarah just shivered as if she’d been touched. He couldn’t stop that, but he could at least keep the worst of it at bay, until he found out who was doing this.
When he found out, the worst would come back around again.
– – –
Jeremy listened on his earpiece, disappointed that there was no reaction to his baring of Mrs. Stevens’ tits. Maybe she caught it in time and covered up, he thought, but that seemed like a hell of a feat. Still, they were ignoring him. This wouldn’t do at all.
What he really needed to do was something that couldn’t be covered up. Nothing dramatic enough for the others to get curious, but enough that Mr. Stevens would feel threatened and helpless. Stopping time, Jeremy returned to the dinner party and leaned on the wall to think.
He could leave notes around, that might be interesting. But it just felt like a coward’s way out. What he really needed to do was make the man feel like he couldn’t protect himself or his friends. It was a shame that he’d already gotten off on Sarah’s thighs, or else he could have done some more mischief with the women’s’ bodies. Now it would be at least twenty minutes until he would be ready for anything like that again, and longer if he wanted to leave a lot of “evidence”. That was time he really didn’t have.
Jeremy smirked. What was he thinking? There was no such thing as “no time” for him, not anymore. He had all the time in the world. Whistling a tune, he got up and walked into the kitchen. A snack and a little patience was all he needed, and then he’d be ready to go.
– – –
“Beautiful,” Jeremy breathed, admiring his work. “Simply beautiful.”
He wasn’t sure how long he’d waited, but after his snack, sitting in the Wexlers’ silent home had grown boring fast. He’d pulled out Natalia and Sarah’s breasts and sat staring at them for a while before he got his latest idea. Of course, it wasn’t really something that would be noticed. There was no way he could leave them like this. But still, it was pretty fun.
Sarah and Natalia were completely nude. Jeremy had undressed them and carried them upstairs to the Wexlers’ bedroom, then set about posing them in a few of his favorite positions. He’d made them go down on each other, then posed them on the bed doing a sixty-nine. His latest work had them laying face to face, with Natalia’s legs wrapped around Sarah’s waist as if they were in the process of a particularly vigorous strap-on fucking. He’d even managed to move their faces into something resembling orgasmic bliss.
He’d thought about dressing the women up in something slutty, but it just seemed like a lot of hassle. Hell, re-dressing them after he was done posing them was going to be a pain in the ass.
Still, it did need to be done. Eventually. Jeremy climbed up on the bed and unwrapped Natalia’s legs, taking a moment to run his hand along the warm, smooth skin of her thigh. He pulled Sarah up and off of her, leaving her in mid-air like something from a possession movie.
It was really incredible, he thought, looking down at Natalia’s body. Here was a woman, one of his neighbors, one of the hottest women he’d met, completely naked and spread open like some kind of whore. He could do whatever he wanted, see whatever he wanted. His head felt hot and tight, rushing with excitement and power.
And then there was Sarah. She was one of those hidden hotties, the ones who don’t flaunt it. He’d never again have to wonder who they were, because now he could just stop time and have a peek. Jeremy laid on the bed next to Natalia, rubbing her thigh and looking up at the amazon beauty floating above them. His dick was so hard, it almost hurt.
“Oh yeah!” Jeremy exclaimed, rolling his eyes. He’d been so distracted playing with his dolls, he’d almost forgotten what he was here for. Unzipping and pulling his cock out, he grinned. “So, ladies,” he said, waving it at them, “who wants a taste?”
A couple of moves and turns later, Jeremy had both Sarah and Natalia down on the bed on their hands and knees. He sat between them, leaning on the headboard and pulling Natalia’s lips and tongue up and down the side of his shaft while Sarah unknowingly stared longingly up at him.
“What’s wrong, Mrs. S, are you jealous?” Jeremy chuckled, reaching for her head. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you.”
Sarah didn’t seem to mind, so Jeremy pulled her in toward Natalia’s open mouth and outstretched tongue, almost making them kiss. With a little manual encouragement, Sarah’s own mouth was soon in a similar pose, and the both of them were pressed to opposite sides of Jeremy’s aching meat.
Moving their heads proved almost impossible without more hands, but Jeremy got a good rhythm going by holding them still and pumping his hips. Warm lips and tongues enveloped him, sending shivers up his spine and goosebumps down his arms.
He pulled them together hard when he came, humping against their cheeks and shooting his goo between them. Sarah’s head slipped out of his grip and pushed upward, smearing the cum that was frozen in the air across her face and taking the last spurt right in the mouth. Jeremy groaned and shook, laying back and panting while the pleasure faded away.
“Now there’s a mess you can’t ignore,” he said, looking down at Sarah’s face. It was going to be a bitch to get her dressed again without smearing that everywhere, but he could always go slow.
Some jobs, after all, were worth doing well.
– – –
Jake felt a twinge in the back of his mind. He was starting to feel the stops when they happened. It was almost like the world skipped a beat. Maybe if it kept happening, he could do something to defend against it.
Sarah and Natalia both gasped in shock at whatever sensations had overtaken them. Jake stopped time as quickly as he could, turning to look at them both.
It was obvious that something had happened. Both women’s hair was messed up from some sort of manhandling, and Natalia’s lipstick was smeared onto her cheek. Sarah, on the other hand…
Sarah was a mess. Whoever it was that was messing with them, it was definitely a male. Jake’s wife’s face was smeared with what was obviously someone’s cum, and there was a look of disgust on her face that made him suspect her tongue was similarly violated.
Growling in frustration, Jake got up and went to the bathroom to fetch a hairbrush, some tissues, and a box of wet wipes. When he returned, he wound time back to the moment that everything went wrong and got to work.
It took a while to clean them up. When he was done, Jake had a small mountain of wipes to get rid of and a black cloud hanging over his head. He’d scraped what he could off Sarah’s tongue, shuddering in revulsion at the necessity of the act. With any luck, she wouldn’t notice much. And with even more luck, Jake would be able to pull himself out of time along with the intruder soon and catch him in the act. He just needed a little more time.
– – –
“ARGH!” Jeremy yelled in frustration, kicking the little trash can as hard as he could. It flew about half a foot and stopped, hanging in the air with little wadded-up tissues frozen in the act of flying out of it.
All this time. Hours now, if you included that nap he’d taken on Mrs. Stevens’ chest after he came on her face. And all he’d managed to do was mildly inconvenience the man. He’d fucking cleaned it up!
Jeremy stormed out of the bathroom and back to the dinner table. Natalia looked a little uncomfortable, and Sarah was taking a pretty long-looking drink of wine. That was it. No confusion, no chaos. Nothing.
Stomping around the table, Jeremy yanked Sarah out of her chair onto her feet. “You wanna clean everything up, huh?” he said angrily, yanking Sarah’s dress up and baring her ass. “Fucking clean this up!”
He bent her forward, pushing her thighs apart and reaching down to unzip his pants. His dick was already hard, and with a little work bending Sarah’s legs Jeremy soon had himself positioned at her entrance, rubbing against the warm folds of skin there.
It was more difficult than it looked in the movies to shove himself inside her. On the first couple tries, Jeremy slipped and shoved himself between her legs. Grumbling in frustration, he took his dick in his hand and wiggled it against her, moving up and down until he found the place where he could slip inside. He eased the head in until he was certain he wouldn’t fall out this time, then grasped Sarah’s hips and thrust forward again.
The sensation was amazing, like nothing he’d ever imagined. Even Natalia’s eager mouth hadn’t compared to the feeling of Sarah’s hot, warm flesh wrapped snugly around him. Jeremy groaned, holding himself inside her, wiggling until he was certain he was all the way inside.
“That’s right,” he said, pulling back a little and shoving in again. “You’re mine. Anyone I want is m-ngh- mine.” He ran his hands up Sarah’s back, pushing the dress up further and grabbing hold of her waist. His thrusts became rhythmic as the anger was replaced with pleasure. “You. Mrs. Wexler. P-Petra. Anyone.”
Jeremy could feel pleasure building, but it quickly dropped off. He tried thrusting harder and faster, but the feeling didn’t last. Grumbling, he pulled back and looked down at what he’d done.
Sarah stood bent at the waist with her legs splayed wide open. Her dress was up around her ribcage, and from behind Jeremy could now very clearly see her pussy. It was gaping open, shoved in every direction by his thoughtless use of her.
“Shit,” he said, sticking a couple fingers into her. He could get them in without even touching her walls. “There’s gotta be some way to-”
The idea came to him like divine inspiration. Jeremy grinned and got down on his knees, going to work. He rubbed and teased at Sarah’s pussy, dragging his fingers along her outer folds and inner walls, smearing the moisture he found until she glistened. He pulled back her skin to find her clit, tickling it with his fingertips. From what he knew so far, this much stimulation would give Sarah an instant orgasm when she awoke from her stopped state. And Jeremy knew what would happen to her body when she had it.
He stood again and moved her, bracing her hands on the table before sliding himself into her once more. He pressed in on her stomach, shifting her insides to wrap more snugly around his cock, and then started moving back and forth once more. He wanted to have a good rhythm for this.
Once he was going at a good pace, Jeremy pointed the transmitter of his timeglove at Sarah and pulled her out of time.
Her pussy tightened immediately, snapping like a vice around Jeremy’s dick. It felt like she was rippling inside, milking his shaft and pulling it into her deeper. Sarah gasped, shocked and confused by her situation, then tensed all over. Her head started to turn, and Jeremy froze her once again the moment her face started to come into view.
“Ho-holy fuck,” he breathed, shaking all over. He was still thrusting into Sarah’s now very wet opening, but the sensation of her gripping him like that had been overwhelming. He’d almost blown it the moment she’d clenched around him.
Jeremy leaned over Sarah’s body, pulling down the front of her dress and grasping at her tits. He buried his face in her neck where she wouldn’t see it, then pulled her out of time once more.
Sarah was still cumming even as she tried to push him off of her. Her legs were shaking and it felt like he was going to get sucked inside of her. She made a noise of protest, but it was drowned out by Jeremy’s groan of pleasure as he started to cum inside of her.
Sarah screamed in anger and shoved herself back, throwing Jeremy off in mid-spurt. He stopped her in time as he flew, but it didn’t do anything to cushion the blow of his ass hitting the hardwood floor.
“Owww,” Jeremy complained, rubbing his aching tailbone and getting slowly to his feet. “Fuck, I shoulda tied you down.”
Jeremy stopped and shook his head. What was he talking about? Tying a woman down and fucking her? This was too much. He’d been a virgin a minute ago, and now he was… something else.
He grabbed a napkin and wiped his dick off, then turned to look at Sarah. She was halfway between bent and standing, and she looked ready to kill someone. Her ass was a little red – obviously he’d been thrusting harder than he thought – and there was a stream of white droplets arcing back from her ass along the path of his unexpected flight.
“Too far,” he said, shaking his head again. Tying a woman up and then waking her up to use her body was a little too much. Jeremy resolved to be far more invisible in the future. He gathered the drops out of the air with his napkin and put it in the trash can, then lowered Sarah’s dress again and set her in her chair. Making sure nobody was looking in her direction, he put her elbows on the table and rested her head on her hands. Maybe she would think she had fallen asleep. Of course, she had cum dripping out of her and smeared across her ass, but hell, maybe her husband would clean that up, too.
Jeremy stepped back and left the room. He needed to think about this. He’d just had sex! With a real woman! Granted, it was his girlfriend’s mother, not what he’d really wanted for his first time. And she hadn’t known it was happening. And she’d fought when she found out. But it still counted! It was sex. It was real. And he wanted more.
– – –
Jake felt another twinge. It was almost long enough for him to grab onto and stop time, but not quite. He was thinking about how he might get a better grip on the moment when he was startled out of his train of thought by a scream.
Sarah sat bolt upright in her chair, shoving back from the table and kicking her legs. Her eyes were wide with shock, and she whipped her head back and forth, looking around the room angrily.
“Sarah?” Natalia asked. “What is wrong?”
“I- I thought-” Sarah swallowed, visibly deflating in her chair. “I’m sorry, I must have fallen asleep. Wow…”
Jake stopped time and slammed his fist on the table. He knew. Even without checking, he knew. Still, he had to see for himself. He stood and pulled Sarah from her seat, moving her to sit in the air above the table. Carefully, lifting the fabric away from her skin, he pulled up her dress to see what had happened.
She was wet down there, for sure. She had probably been made to cum by the intruder. But something else reflected the light, and Jake leaned in to look closer. He spread Sarah’s legs, then softly pushed open her labia.
There was no question. There was cum inside her. Whoever it was had just fucked his wife. They took her, and fucked her, and probably pulled her out of time to feel it.
“Dammit,” Jake muttered. “Dammit dammit DAMMIT.” He pulled Sarah’s dress back down over the scene of the crime, sitting in his chair again. This shit was escalating fast, too fast.
Jake pulled Sarah back into her chair, then got up and walked outside. He walked around the house, then around his own. He checked every yard on the street, every window with a view of Saul’s place. He broke into homes, checking living rooms and bedrooms, looking for someone clutching a universal remote. There was nothing. The Thompsons were having dinner. The Smiths were fucking in their laundry room. That Jeremy kid was still playing some video game with an earpiece in, no doubt calling some 14 year old a nazi jew lizard for beating him at it or something. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Whoever this guy was, he was covering his tracks.
Jake returned to the dinner table, cleaning his wife up a little – there was some on her thighs and ass, making her dress stick – and then started time again and tried his best to convince her that she’d just nodded off. Natalia suggested that they all retire to the living room for a much stiffer drink. Jake was the only one who seemed to notice how she looked at him when she said “stiffer,” and they all agreed that drinks were a good idea.
Once more, maybe twice. Then he might be ready. He could catch the asshole who was hurting his wife and had stolen his daughter. If the price to get Petra back was letting her mother be raped at the dinner table, he was willing to pay it. Whoever was doing it would be paying even more.
– – –
“This really isn’t scaring you at all, is it?” Jeremy asked, considering Jake’s frozen face. “I’ll have to do something more drastic. But first…”
Jeremy turned to look around. The diners had all moved into the living room, and Mrs. Wexler was in the kitchen pouring some drinks. Natalia. Jeremy sauntered in her direction, letting his eyes take her in.
She was leaning forward just a little, pouring rum into a glass of what looked like cola. The amber-colored liquid hung in the air between bottle and glass, catching the light like a cascade of jewels. It was really quite beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as Natalia’s ass, stretching the back of her little dress enough that a person could see where her panties were, if she had been wearing any.
Jeremy pulled up the back of that little dress, exposing her ass. It was round and tight, and the simple act of brushing his hand across it had Jeremy’s cock twitching in excitement. He ran both hands over it, slowly, squeezing and rubbing those perfect cheeks.
“Fuck, this is incredible,” Jeremy whispered reverently. “It’s almost a shame to do it. You don’t mind, though, do you?”
His hands slid around her body, moving up and cupping her breasts through the thin material of the dress. At the same time, Jeremy moved forward, pressing his crotch against Natalia’s ass and grinding slowly against her. “No, of course you don’t mind,” he said, pulling down the front of her dress, squeezing and playing with her breasts. “Besides, it’ll only take a moment.”
Jeremy lifted his new toy off the ground, turning her and sitting her on the kitchen island that had been standing behind them. He leaned in, standing between her thighs and sucking on her nipple while he rolled up the front of her skirt and pushed down his pants.
It took a little rubbing and feeling, but before long he was parting her folds and slipping the first inch inside of her. Jeremy groaned with pleasure, reaching around and grabbing Natalia’s ass to hold her steady while he eased inch after inch of himself past her entrance until his hips were tight against her upper thighs.
He looked down, and his heart skipped a beat. What a view! Mrs. Wexler’s perfect tits, then the messy folds of her dress, and below that… her completely bald mound, and her pussy wrapped tight around the shaft of his dick!
“Lay down, baby,” Jeremy said, placing a hand between Natalia’s breasts and pushing her onto her back. He gripped her waist, pulling back a little before pushing in again, and again moaned as the last inch of him was swallowed up inside her. She was hot and wet, and he didn’t think it was possible for his dick to fit anywhere more perfectly.
Jeremy started pumping into her, slowly at first, but picked up speed pretty quickly. He put a palm low on her stomach, and found that he was able to keep her from getting too loose by pressing down on her. He could feel a pressure under his hand, the movement of his dick as it plunged into her again and again.
Lifting her legs, Jeremy started thrusting harder into Natalia’s pussy. His impacts forced her away, and he had to use his free hand to keep her steady. All the while, she smiled up at him dreamily, completely unaware of his use of her.
Feeling his climax building, he pulled back. In one quick move, Jeremy pulled Natalia down on her knees in front of him like she had been earlier in the evening. He moved her hands to the outside of her tits and held them there, sliding his slimy, throbbing rod in between and thrusting once more, sliding in and out of the cavern of her cleavage.
He was cumming in seconds, moaning and pumping, and before long there was a thick river of white fluid filling the bottom of that canyon. He stepped back, panting, and sat down on the floor, taking a moment to catch his breath.
This was his life now. Anything he wanted, with anyone he wanted, anytime he wanted. Jeremy smiled to himself, leaning over and reaching between Natalia’s tits, pushing them out of the way so he could see his load on her skin.
He smeared and rubbed it in, coating Natalia’s breasts in a transparent layer of himself, then stood her up again. Her dress was wrinkled, but fit back in place easily enough. After a moment’s thought, he pulled the front down a little; flashing a little nipple would draw Jake’s attention to what he’d done.
Jeremy sighed, gave Mrs. Wexler a slap on the ass, and headed back to his house to take a nap before he started time up once more.
– – –
There was that tug again, stronger than before, along with a sensation of everything skipping a beat. Jake frowned, then stopped time when he heard a clatter coming from the kitchen.
Natalia was leaning hard against the counter. Her knees had buckled, and the look on her face was one that he knew very well. Someone had made her cum.
Turning her around to investigate, Jake immediately noticed that her nipples were half-exposed. From there, it was easy to see that her breasts had been coated in something wet and sticky.
Jake started time again, not even bothering to go back to where he was sitting. He caught Natalia before she could fall. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“Oh! Oh yes, I’m- I think so. How did you get here so quickly?”
“Nevermind. Just sit down.” He looked around. Whoever was doing this, they had to be monitoring things somehow. A camera, perhaps, but he didn’t see anything. “Hey asshole,” he said out loud, “can you hear me? I hope so. You think this bullshit will scare me off? I invented this bullshit!”
“Jake?” Sarah was standing in the door to the kitchen. “Who are you talking to?”
“I’m talking to the motherfucker who stole my girl! He can hear me, and I want him to know I’m coming for him!”
“Jake, stop. There’s nobody else here. You’re scaring me.”
“Whatever. I’ll just wind back time, you’ll forget all about this. But I need to call this asshole out! I need to see his face!”
“Jake, please-”
Sarah stopped talking mid-sentence. Everything stopped. Time itself stopped. But Jake didn’t stop.
He could feel it, this time. He couldn’t see or hear anything, but he could sense the rip in time, and he had his fingers on the edges.
All he had to do was pull.
– – –
“He can rewind??” Jeremy stepped up in his seat and ripped his earpiece out. “He has… I have a time machine?!”
Jeremy ran over to the Wexlers’ house and entered the kitchen. Jake was standing there, red-faced, staring at an empty part of the room. “I guess I have to do something drastic,” he said, grabbing the man by the waist and lifting him up.
Jeremy pushed Jake through the air, lifting him again when he got too low. They went through the living room toward the front door, then Jeremy stopped. He stepped back and watched Jake floating in the air.
Except he wasn’t floating. He was slowly falling.
“Oh shit!” Jeremy exclaimed, grabbing Jake’s arm and pulling him outside. He could feel the weight now, as Jake’s mass reasserted itself in time. He was breaking free!
He moved around behind and pushed instead, heading for the road. One last trick, and he would be rid of the man for good, but it had to be now, before he broke free. Just push him in front of a car, give him a little scare, and then put him back inside. Simple.
Jake was getting heavier. Jeremy gave one last heave, falling hard on the grass, but it was enough. Jake’s body slowly flew through the air, coming to rest in the middle of the road, right in front of a car that looked parked but definitely was not.
Jeremy tensed his hand, getting ready to trigger the button twice: once to start things, and then once more as soon as he knew Jake had seen his predicament.
He keyed the control and time started. The car started moving at full speed, and Jake’s eyes widened in shock. Jeremy clenched his fist, keying the timestop again.
The car kept going. Jake’s hands went up. There was a squeal of brakes and a loud thud, and suddenly Jake was gone.
Time hadn’t stopped. Jeremy looked down and cursed. Hanging from his sleeve was a single loose wire.
The glove was broken. Jeremy couldn’t stop time anymore.
He couldn’t stop time, and he’d just killed a man.