She offered me a beer and I told her a soft drink would be just fine. She rolled her eyes and winked in a suggestive manner, then told me to follow her as she led me back into the den.
I noticed as we walked that Angie's halter displayed her whole back. She was one of those women that had gotten too much sun over the years. Her skin was a deep brown and there were no tan lines visible in the back.
Joe and Angie's house was a nice one. On the inside, it looked even more expensive and classier than it had from the outside. Angie had decorated the inside with expensive leather furniture and soft, padded carpeting. I knew Joe's wife didn't work and I wouldn't have thought that he made enough money to afford such luxuries. Then again, it was really none of my business.
Angie set me in a very modern leather chair with no arms. I asked her where the bookcases were supposed to go, but she told me just to sit a moment and she'd be back to explain all about it.
When she came back, Angie had apparently slipped off her shoes and freshened up her drink as well. As she padded barefoot into the den, the ice in her cocktail glass tinkled with the swaying rhythm of her walk. It almost appeared as if she was putting on some kind of show just for my benefit.
As she leaned forward to set my soda down on the table before me, her halter-top billowed out enough for me to see almost the whole side of Angie's breast. It was brown all over too, though I didn't quite see the nipple. Even though I knew I shouldn't be looking this closely at Joe's wife, I just couldn't seem to help it.
Finally she sat down across a small coffee table from me. I thought that would be better, but as she crossed her tanned legs, I saw a glimpse all the way up her skirt. It was too quick to be sure, but I hadn't seen any panties under that skirt either. Her legs were rich brown and firm. Angie must have been a year or two older than mother, though her tan seemed to age her so that she looked a few years more than that.
"So, do you like working for my husband, Robert?" Angie asked me, then took a sip of her drink.
I took a sip of my soda as well, just as Angie reached forward and put her drink on the coffee table. Once more, I saw more of my boss' wife's anatomy than I was expecting to see.
"Joe's a fair boss," I told her. "He's always been good to me."
"That's nice," she said nonchalantly, then added, "You know my Daddy started that construction company, don't you? He's still involved, though he lets Joe run things day to day."
I nodded, though I couldn't really see what that had to do with what I'd come here for.
"Show me where the bookshelves go," I asked her, raising from my chair.
Angie seemed a bit put off at that, but rose and showed me the wall where she wanted the shelves. As I got out my tape measure and pad of paper, she continued to talk.
"Daddy mostly goes in now just to visit with his secretary, if you get my meaning. They've been working together for about ten years now and he's awfully fond of her," Angie said, smiling broadly.
As I started measuring the wall and writing down my figures, I heard Angie moving around behind me. I tried to pay her no mind, but she was a distracting woman to say the least. Try as I would, the large lump in my pants wanted to give her even more attention than I did.
Angie cleared her throat loudly, causing me to turn and look toward her again. She bent over to retrieve her cocktail glass and this time those loose melons of hers almost popped out of their wrapper. They wobbled very nicely first going forward and then going backward. Angie took a sip, then shook her glass, rattling the ice and drawing my attention back to her face.
"You can just imagine how surprised I was to find Joe and Daddy's secretary doing some after hours work themselves. Right there on Daddy's desk, no less. Can you believe that? A man cheating on his wife with his father-in-law's mistress?"
I didn't know where Angie was taking all this, but from the look and the way of her, it was trouble for sure. She had a wry smile on her face, mischievous and a little mean to boot.
"Angie, I have to work with Joe and I think of him as my friend. I just put in my time and do my work, I don't want to get involved in family politics," I told her, shaking my head.
"Well, see here's the thing, Robert," she said, her voice going low and conspiritorial, like she was sharing a secret with me. "See, Joe's in a real fix here. I'm not happy with him at all. Can you blame me? Seeing him schtupping some tramp when he has a woman like me at home. See, if I rat Joe out to Daddy, he'll lose everything he's got. And that's just if Daddy doesn't take it personally. Joe could easily wind up with a couple of broken legs or worse."
Joe sure sounded like he was in a hell of a mess. Still, I didn't see how any of it affected me or got the bookshelves up.
"Here's where you come in, Robert," she finally explained. "I told Joe that what's good for the goose, is also good for this gander. If Joe wants to keep what he's got, and even keep screwin' that tramp for all I care, he's just got to supply me with someone to take his place every now and then. Today's your lucky day, honey. You're gonna fuck the boss' wife."
Call me thick headed, but it took a while for what she was saying to sink in. When it did, my first response was to get a little mad. First at Joe. He'd set me up here. It didn't take much to figure out he didn't have much choice though. His wife had him over a barrel now. She'd make him pay, over and over again, no matter what I did.
Then I was mad at her. Sure, she was attractive. I was already mostly hard from the tease she had been doing. She could probably have most any guy she went after if she did it right. What man wouldn't tumble a cute package like this gal? But she wanted to rub Joe's nose in it. It had to be someone he knew. He was probably at the jobsite right now, beatin' nails to shit, he would be so pissed off. Angie thought she had it all figured out. Thought she had me all figured out.
I smiled at her on the outside, but inside, my mean streak raised its head a bit. Not too much, after all, Joe had put his own nuts in this vise. Still, someone ought to show Angie not to mess with people like this.
"So that's him, and that's you, but what's in it for me?" I asked her as calmly as I could manage.
"Now that should be obvious," Angie said with a deep, raspy chuckle. She stood up, untying her halter as she did until very quickly those lovely brown tits were wobbling free and unrestrained on her tanned chest.
Angie was fitter than mother. Her belly was taut and her breasts still rode high. They were capped with larger, browner nipples than I would have imagined. Than I had been imagining. As she stepped toward me, they swayed prettily, jiggling as she overemphasized the movement of her hips.
"You're what, nineteen, Robert?" she said, her voice husky with desire. "Have you ever fucked an older woman, honey? I'll make you forget all those younger girls. I'm ready, we have all day, and I know what I'm doing, darlin'!"
By the time she reached my side she was mostly out of the skirt. After she unsnapped it, she lifted her hands dramatically and the little denim skirt pooled up at her feet. Not that anyone was looking. I was busy staring at a perfectly bald vagina.
Angie was tanned even there. One of her fingers slid across her flat belly and then slowly between her vaginal lips. She twirled that finger slowly inside, stirring her honey pot right before my eyes. By the time she stepped forward to lay her other hand against my firm chest, I was already stiff in my jeans. The boss' wife then brought her hand up from her own crotch and laid it right on mine. She felt the large lump in my jeans and her eyes grew bigger around every moment.
"Oh, my," she exclaimed, giggling nervously. "Tell me that's not a hammer handle in your pants, boy. If that's as nice as it feels from here, then Angie's a lucky girl!"
"Why don't you get on your knees and find out, Angie?" I told her. When she appeared reluctant, I added, "Make me forget all those other girls, remember? Or maybe you're not ready to play with a real man."
Appealing to her vanity, Angie overcame her reluctance and went down on her knees onto the soft carpeting of the floor. Together, she and I both pulled down my zipper. Then I brought her hands up to unbuckle me and unsnap the catch of my jeans.
I liked the look of Angie on her knees in front of me. It made me feel more powerful and commanding. It also seemed to make her feel nervous and a bit more subservient, a bit less in charge than she had been before.
Finally, the older blonde had my jeans opened and she spread them out. My stiff rod puffed out the front of my boxers, the swollen head almost escaping out of the elastic band at the top. Before she released it, she rubbed her hand up and down the thin material, getting a feel for the size and the heft of my cock before she actually saw it in the flesh. The brash women seemed suddenly shy and not nearly as confident as before.
She was taking forever, so I hooked my thumbs in my waistband and whipped down my boxers all the way to my knees. My hard cock sprang out, bouncing solidly off my stomach and startling the poor woman kneeling before me. I steeled my nerve, reminding myself that this was the woman that was blackmailing her husband my friend and that had been trying to manipulate me as well.
"Suck it, Angie," I ordered her softly, taking the small step toward her that put my cock even closer to her face. She seemed reluctant, so I braced the back of her head with one hand and began to rub the soft spongy head of my cock all over her face and lips with the other.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it, Angie?" I taunted her lightly. "You wanted a big, hard cock to play around with, didn't you? You thought you'd pay Joe back by making him give you a nice young stud to fool around with, isn't that right?"
As I taunted her, I wove my cockhead around her face, massaging it into her cheeks and her hair. I spent a lot of time rubbing her lips with it, too. Angie let me do all this too, seemingly unable to stop any of my actions. Even her chants of "Yes" to every question I asked seemed to grant me permission to continue.
"But what you'd really like is for me to bend you over and fuck you with this big cock, isn't it, Angie?" I went on, the nasty older blonde inflaming my passions.
"Oh, yes," she said in a deep, throaty rasp.
"You want to feel this hard knob stretch you out, don't you Angie?" I whispered to her softly, spreading my precum on her full, lower lip.
"Oh, god yes! Please!" she groaned.
"You have to show me that you're ready for it, Angie," I told her, knowing she wasn't ready just yet, no matter what she thought. "I want to see you play with yourself while you suck the head of my cock right now. I want to see you get three fingers up inside that pretty bald pussy of yours so I'll know you can take my cock inside."
Angie seemed eager to do that. I think despite her words, she was more than a little afraid of my cock just yet. As she spread her knees and began to play with herself with her right hand, she seemed much more comfortable and at ease with what we were doing. Obviously playing with her pussy was something Angie was very familiar with.
As she began to toy with her clit, I jacked my long staff several times and then pulled her head toward me gently as her mouth opened up to accept my knob. She had to open wide just to get it in, but once the swollen crown was past her lips, she slid it in easily past the flare. Looking down between her legs, I could see she was already stuffing two fingers into her eager pussy.
"That looks real nice, Angie," I praised her. "Use both hands on yourself. I promise I won't jam this big stick down your throat, baby. Now swab the head with your tongue. Think of it as the swollen head of your own clit that you're licking. I want you to cum for me just like this."
My boss' wife hummed and moaned around the engorged cockhead in her mouth. Her fingers moved frantically. One was strumming her clitoris with quick, sharp movements. The other hand was stretching out her cunt, preparing it for my manhood as she shoved first two fingers rapidly in and out of her wet box and then began to add a third.
As her excitement grew, I tried to wait for just the perfect time. When she finally got all three fingers pumping smoothly in and out, I was ready for my verbal volley.
"You look like such a pretty whore sucking on my cock," I told her gently. Angie's eyes looked up at me, big and round as though she would have protested if her mouth weren't so full of my cock. Still, I watched those fingers. They never stopped or slowed down. If anything, they sped up a little.
"Such a pretty blonde slut," I told her as I put both hands to her head and began to rock an inch or so slowly in and out of her mouth.
Angie moaned softly, a gurgling sound escaping from around the tight plug that prevented her from speaking. Her panting increased so that she was having difficulty breathing through her nose. Still, she showed no signed of wanting to be released from the light grasp of my fingers to her face and neck.
"Only a real whore would be sucking my cock as she fingered her hot cunt," I chanted. "Only a real slut would cum while she fucked herself with her fingers. You're a hot little slut, too. Aren't you Angie? Cum for me, you whore. Cum for me if you want me to fuck you with this cock!"
Angie bit down a little when she came. She made me pay a price for getting her so excited. It wasn't her fault, though. She couldn't help it that she came so hard.
After a whole minute, when she began to relax a little and the grip of her teeth eased up, I pulled my cock out her mouth and allowed Angie to slump over onto her hands and knees. I walked on the other side of her, discarding my clothes as I went until I was directly behind her pretty tanned ass.
As I got on my hands and knees, Angie raised her ass up for my inspection. Her pussy, clearly visible from behind, looked somewhat irritated on the outside, her labia swollen and a bit inflamed. As I spread her vulva out with my fingers, Angie bent her head around and looked back at me.
"Are you going to try to get that big thing up inside me?" she asked.
"No," I told her. When she groaned, I added, "I'm going to do it, not just try."
I seated the thick head into her entrance, giving her hips a nudge with my pelvis to keep it in place. Angie's pussy certainly had enough lubrication to get the job done. No doubt she had coated her fingers well before too. Now she'd soon be bathing my prick in the same stew. Grabbing her hips, I pulled Angie back just enough to stretch the tight ring of muscles at her entrance. She tried to shove back more, tried to get the flare of my swollen crown inside, but I wouldn't let her just yet.
"Ask me for it, Angie," I demanded firmly, holding her hips in that tight grip. She whined and tried to thrust back against me, but I was having none of it. When she hesitated, I gave her ass a sharp swat of my hand.
"You bastard," she growled when I spanked her. Still, she wasn't trying to get away. She was trying to impale herself.
"Ask me nicely for it bitch or I'll make you beg!" I ordered her, then reinforced the order with another sound swat on her other cheek.
"Oh you, motherfucker," she cursed. As she hesitated, I gave her another sound slap and then rapidly another.
"Okay, dammit! Oh, you motherfucker! Please fuck me! Please fuck my goddamn cunt you little shit!"
I jabbed into her, not hard, but firm. I sank in about five quick inches as Angie's pussy flared open and took my girth into her wet hole. She gasped aloud and howled a few more curses as she tried to back up and take me deeper. Still I held her forward, refusing her the deep length she wanted, knowing that she wasn't opened up enough just yet anyway.
For a wife and mother, she was still tighter than I had expected. Either Joe just wasn't fucking her enough or he didn't stretch her out as much as I did. Either way, Angie was a nice, snug fit.
The boss' wife was already moaning deeply as I shallow-fucked her like this. Just for the hell of it, I gave her ass another firm smack.
"Dammit!" She grunted, then tried to bend backwards until she could look at me. When she did, she whined, "Why are you spanking me? Aren't I giving you what you wanted?"
"No, you pretty slut," I said, pumping a little farther into her as I did. "I want to hear how much you love it. Tell me how this cock feels inside you. Tell me how you want me to fuck you."
"Oh you, bastard," she moaned and cursed. "Just fuck me please! Just put it deeper. Let me feel your balls."
I slapped her ass, giving her another pretty handprint. She growled and cursed again. I let her slide a bit further back until she was three-quarters of the way skewered. Still she wasn't talking so I smacked her ass again in the same spot to make it sting even more.
"You, motherfucker! You want to know what this big cock feels like. It feels like you're fucking me with a baseball bat. It feels like you're killing me an inch at a time. It feels fucking wonderful!"
I slapped her ass again when she took a breath and relaxed, not as hard this time, just playful and in a different spot.
When she complained, I told her, "That was just because I wanted to. You've got a great ass, Angie. I'm gonna fuck it and spank it all the time from now on."
She opened up and pushed back and I allowed her to take most of the rest of my cock this time. She was still tight, but her juices were soaking my cock and balls by now. I started digging in and fucking her with longer, harder strokes and Angie started going wild.
My boss' wife started mumbling and murmuring every time I spanked her and fucked her harder. Every now and then she'd tighten up and squeeze against me. Maybe that was her having little mini-orgasms. Maybe it wasn't, I didn't really care. Every time she did tense up, I'd slap her ass. Soon, she began to expect it, began to even raise her ass higher as if demanding to be spanked.
After about ten minutes she loosed up enough for me to fuck her full bore. I was able to take long, hard thrusts that made her ass cheeks quiver every time I rammed into her. Angie began to wail aloud and really did sound like I was about to kill her. Because I'd fucked Rita so much in the last few days, it took a while to build up to where I really needed to cum badly. But eventually I reached that plateau. Angie's ass was crimson by then. I thumbed her asshole roughly as I fucked her hard. There was no finesse to it, just hard-driving, hard-fucking sex. We both were sweating by then. I think Angie had worked up even more of a lather than I had.
Finally I buried myself deep inside and began to hose down the inside of Angie's cunt with my hot semen. My balls pumped and pumped and Angie was so tight that my cum oozed out thickly around my cock. Every so often, as each wave passed, I'd pull back and stab her again and again. Then as I began to squirt again, I'd slap her ass with both hands gently and pump more cum into my new whore.
I had no doubt that Angie was mine any time I wanted her from now on. The problem was, I didn't really want or need her. I had Rita, and Rita would be the one taking up my time. Not that fucking Angie wasn't fun. But it was fun because I didn't really care that much about her. I could fuck her hard and spank her ass, not worrying too much about the consequences.
Angie's pussy still seemed to flutter up and down my shaft as it softened. She had a wet, active cunt, I'd grant her that. Joe was a lucky man, if only he'd just use her right. I got the real distinct feeling that the problem with Joe's and Angie's marriage was that Angie wanted to be in charge too much
. She thought Joe owed her for his job and her money that Daddy was giving them. She hadn't said anything so far that led me to believe she respected Joe at all.When I had softened up somewhat, I smacked Angie's ass gently and told her to cup her pussy with her hand as I pulled out. Sure enough, as I backed out of her, thick globs of cum and cream oozed out into Angie's hand. Getting up stiffly, I walked around and sank down on my knees in front of Angie's face. Putting my hand in her hair, I pulled her head upward gently and held it in place as I stuck my wet cock under her nose.
"Clean me up, Angie," I ordered her. When she whimpered that she wouldn't, I told her, "If you want me to fuck you again, you better lick me clean. Eventually you'll learn to suck it all while I'm hard like my real woman does."
After I had shamed her, Angie tentatively began to lick my cock, still dutifully holding her hand between her legs as I had ordered.
"Do you make her clean you up, too?" Angie asked curiously.
"No, she does it willingly because she loves me," I said somewhat smugly.
After she had licked some more, as she began to swab my balls with her tongue, she stopped and asked, "Do you spank her, too?"
"Oh, yes," I told wistfully. My cock began to get a little fuller at the thought of spanking Rita. "Only I spank her a lot harder. She's a real woman. She can take it."
Looking down at her, I noticed Angie was rubbing her cum-soaked hand into her pussy again. She really was a whore, or maybe I was just bringing out the best in her.
"That's enough now," I told her, backing my cock away out of reach. The blonde woman moaned as of she missed it already, so I told her, "Switch hands now, I want you to lick your fingers clean, too."
She groaned audibly and did as I instructed. She was really getting into being controlled and humiliated, so I ordered her down on her back and told her to keep playing with her pussy.
"You're a hungry bitch, licking your own cum off your fingers. Or are you licking my cum off? Is that it? Do you just love my cum so much already that you have to dip your fingers in your own spermy cunt and get another taste?"
As she licked, I gently slapped the insides of her thighs. It was something new for me, spanking a woman somewhere other than her ass and the back of her thighs. Because of that, I took it easy on her tender flesh, making more sound than sting. But every time I smacked her, it seemed to enflame Angie's passions more.
By now Angie was strumming her clit with her right hand and had three fingers of her left stuffed inside her pussy again. I slid a finger in beside hers, too, getting it all wet and juicy. She was still much looser inside after our hard fucking than she had been before. Angie's three fingers slid quickly in and out with ease.
As I withdrew my wet finger, Angie must have known what was coming. She made as if to protest, but I stung her thighs and she wisely closed her mouth. Or as much as she could, moaning and shaking as she was.
Slowly, I slid my wet finger up Angie's clenching ass. When I got up to the second knuckle, Angie climaxed, gripping the finger strongly. Still, I worked it into her tight sphincter and even pumped it in and out slowly as she continued to cum.
She finally collapsed, exhausted and nearly half out of her mind. We rested, me still leaning over her and my finger still up her ass.
When she came around, I noticed Angie had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen before. I was looking down into her face and I was struck that all of the bitterness and harshness seemed to have gone out of her. It left me thinking that a good hard screwing was just what Angie had been needing for a while.
"I've never been screwed like that," she said in a dreamy tone. "Now I know what a real man's like."
I dug into her with the finger that was in her ass, getting her attention. When she winced, I told her, "You're married to a real man. The only reason he hasn't fucked you like this before was because he probably loves you, which I don't."
When she started to pout some, I told her, "I like you well enough, even though you are just a whore and a slut. But if you want me to keep fucking you, you won't ever say anything bad about Joe to me. You'll treat him better from now on, if you want to stay in my good graces."
After she had rested, I pulled her off the floor heavily. Angie's muscles just didn't seem to be working as coordinately as they had before. We leaned against each other as she told me where the shower was.
We took a long, hot shower together, very reminiscent of my first shower with mother. I washed Angie head to toe as well, noting silently to myself this time what parts of her I'd whip into shape if she were mine. I reminded myself, and often, that this woman was Joe's woman. I still liked Joe and had no intentions of screwing him over.
After we were done, I made her wash me too. She also tried to suck me off when she was through, just like Rita had, only this time I denied Angie what she wanted. I was getting hungry and it was getting later in the afternoon. My guess was that it was a little after two.
So we dried off with a minimum of caresses and hugs. I made her brush her teeth, then I used her toothbrush to brush mine too. Then I leaned her against the counter and did something I'd wanted to do for a while. I kissed Angie deeply and passionately as I felt up her tits and her ass.
She had a nice ass for holding onto. Her tits too, were warm handfuls as well, her nipples eager and responsive. Angie moaned into my mouth as I leaned her back against the cabinet, kissing her roughly as I fondled her with my rough hands. The woman who had started as a tease seemed almost to have disappeared. Replacing her was this beautiful, passionate, complaint woman.
When I'd had my fill, I smacked her flank playfully and told her it was time she fed me. I followed Angie's eager bouncing bottom as she led me to the kitchen. I sat naked as she moved gracefully around the kitchen. We both agreed to something light, so she fixed me a quick sandwich and plied me with sodas and chips and pickles too.
When she'd get close by, I'd either pull her into a bear hug or I'd swat her ass. She never could be sure just which it would be. Once, early on, I even laid her on the table and got a quick taste of that naked pussy. She tasted clean and fresh from our shower, but as I lick and teased her, she began to ooze her own delicious flavor.
By the time we were finished eating, it was getting very close to quitting time. But Joe hadn't told me how long to stay, and watching Angie prance around in her best suit got me feeling horny again. We pushed aside the lunch remains and I laid Joe's wife's naked body out on the table on her back. She spread her own wet lips for me as I entered her, easier and quicker this time.
We had a nice, slow fuck at first. Angie seemed to like looking up at me for a change. I pumped in nice and easy, luxuriating in the snug wet feel of her cunt. Eventually though, Angie started to whimper, needing something more stimulating that she was getting.
So we switched up and Angie turned over and stuck her ass off the end of the table. It reminded me of Rita and the first hard fucking I'd given her across our kitchen table table. The handprints on Angie's ass had been beginning to fade, so I peppered her ass some more with playful, stinging slaps.
It was after one of those rounds of my stinging slaps and Angie's corresponding moans that I saw Joe at the doorway, his cock in his hand, pumping away. He looked on amazed as I fucked his wife roughly and at the way she seemed to be enjoying getting spanked. I didn't see any reason for him to continue to work on himself, not when we had Angie to share.
So, I thrust into her hard and held it in steady until she started to whimper.
"You want me to keep fucking you, my sweet whore?" I asked her nicely. When she begged me to continue, I smacked her ass until she quieted down.
"Okay, I'll keep fucking you, but a friend of mine needs to use your mouth. You'll suck your husband while I fuck you. Won't you, Angie?" I asked, giving her ass a smack each time I popped the question.
Joe finally got the drift as I scooted her over so that her head was hanging off the table. He pulled her hair up roughly and shoved his smaller, but still respectable cock into her face.
"Suck him and suck him good, Angie, or I'll pull out right now and fuck you in the ass instead," I ordered her. I probably wouldn't have, but I felt like bringing her down another notch or two with her husband that she had tried to humiliate right there.
"My god, son! Have you been fucking her like this all day?" Joe asked when Angie began to suck him as I pumped into her aggressively. After the first pleasant sensation had passed, Joe's eyes were wide with amazement.
"She's a hot piece of ass, Joe, once I had whipped her ass a little. She's been a real whore all day ever since I started spanking her," I told him, emphasizing my words with a firm smack to Angie's ass.
"Damn, she's suckin' good, too. Do you have any idea how long it's been since this bitch sucked me this good?" he asked me.
"She's suck you right from now on, Joe," I told him, giving Angie's ass another good pop. "If she doesn't, just spank her ass until she does."
We fucked Angie from both ends for a while, each of us straining to get off in her before the other. Angie writhed and moaned and tried desperately to fuck us both back equally. I know she was fucking back as hard at me as ever. I still peppered her ass when I thought of it. Mostly I just rode her ass hard.
Joe came first, probably because it was his first cum of the day. Or maybe it was the sight of his beautiful wife being fucked so hard or sucking him so good. In any case, he gave a guttural groan and then started cumming in her mouth. After a couple of blasts, he pulled out and finished off on her face and hair.
Hearing her whimpering and mumbling curses, I came again myself, firing off inside her warm cunt over and over as I pushed deep inside her.
"Cup your hand back here again, slut," I demanded, slapping Angie's ass to tell her I was through. As I slid out of her soggy cunt, she covered herself over with her hand again. I knew there wouldn't be as much cum this time around, but I wanted to show Joe the new trick I'd taught her.
Easing Angie gently off the table, I guided her back into a chair to a seating position. She sat down roughly, wincing as her ass settled into the stiff back chair. Then, without complaint, Angie started sucking the flavor off my spermy cock.
Joe stood back in amazement, watching as she licked me fairly clean. Then was further amazed as she licked her fingers clean as well from repeated dips into her cunt.
"My god, son! What have you done with my real wife?" he asked bewildered.
"She's still here, and she'll probably have to be put in her place a few more time until she's really learned her lesson," I told him. Reaching out, I caressed Angie's face as she continued to lick herself clean and realized I'd developed some affection for her.
"I don't mean to be rude, Joe, but I wouldn't mind fucking her again sometime. Maybe we can get together again and I can fuck her front while you fuck her in the ass. Would you like that?"
"Damn, boy! You get her to let me fuck her in the ass and you can fuck her anytime you want!" the older man said.
"You hear that, Angie?" I asked her, pulling up her head by her hair again, getting her attention. "Joe says I can fuck you anytime. You just have to give him what he wants and right now he wants your beautiful ass."
Angie looked up at me, her head wobbling around a bit. She almost looked drunk, but I know she hadn't had anything to drink since early this morning. She was drunk on sex, though, or maybe just on being controlled. With a lopsided grin, she stood up and leaned over the table, spreading her asschecks with her own hands to open herself up.
Joe, who had been limp until then, looked at his wife in astonishment. He stepped towards her and I gave him a silent symbol that he ought to give her a slap on the ass. As he did, his cock began to rear its head again.
Looking in the refrigerator, I came out with a tub of margarine. Remembering what mother had said just this morning, I was disappointed to see that the label clearly read, 'No Salt Added.' Still, it ought to be just what Joe would need.
By the time that I got back to the table, Joe was hard and Angie was whimpering from being whipped so thoroughly. Putting the margarine down within his reach, I suggested to Joe that he concentrate more on fucking her now and whipping her less. She seemed to be very compliant for him now as it was.
As Joe lubricated his pole and Angie's ass, I pulled a chair by her head and sat down in front of her. Angie rolled her head so she could look me in the eye. She smiled, her eyes looking glazed and happy at the same time. I rubbed her hair and caressed her face as Joe prepared to enter her from behind.
"Go easy on her Joe and she might get to where she likes it a lot. Then she'll let you have her ass every day and probably not put up a fight," I suggested to him.
He didn't seem to mind my meddling in his affairs too much. Joe did appeared to be taking my advice and when I left the room he was fucking Angie's ass slow and steady. She was grunting and her mouth had lolled open as she seemed to be enjoying herself. As much as she could anyway having been fucked so hard all day.
I left them to it, as I got dressed alone in the den. Seeing her picture on the mantle, I wondered where the daughter was and why neither Joe nor his wife seemed to be expecting her home. At least, I hoped she wouldn't wander in to find her dad fucking her mother in the ass on the kitchen table.
I waved goodbye to Joe before leaving, telling him I'd see him in the morning. He didn't even stop his steady stroke, just nodded his head and gave me a grateful smile before thrusting into his submissive wife again. As I left, all I heard behind me was their mixture of grunts and groans as I closed the door.