Author note: been a long time since ive added to this. Will get another chapter started soon.

Disclaimer: offensive language warning. If you dont like it, dont read it. All characters are fictional.

Grace walked in the door, her pussy still dripping from the escapades of the evening. Setting her purse and keys down on the counter, and unwilling to let the night die down with yet, she walked down the hall to the living room and peered at her husband, Frank. The events of the night had not even remotely changed her opinions or feelings for him, but simply ignited a fire that she had never quite experienced before.

Frank was watching some documentary and seemed engaged in the narrative. Quietly she swung around the couch and onto his lap facing him, and planting a passionate kiss against his lips, driving her tongue down his throat. Frank sucked at her tongue, trying to place the residual flavor that was different than she usually had. Wildly she began undoing the buttons of his shirt, her hips slowly grinding into his lap, and knew it wouldn’t take long to feel the fruits of her labor.

As expected she could feel him tenting below her. Pulling him into her and away from the back of the couch, she then slipped his shirt off with some light assistance from him, still wildly kissing his lips, down his neck….

While Frank’s wife was by no means prude, this was a pretty quick demand through action that he didn’t mind at all.

“I want to feel you in me, frank. I am sooo fucking horny right now,” she said sliding off of him, and pulling down his pants and boxer briefs all in on motion. Then,as she slid her hands back up his ankles, over his knees, up his thighs, and onto his chest, pinching one of his hard nipples, she trailed her tongue up his cock to it’s heads, stopping to swirl her tongue over his slit and tasting his precum. She jumped up, straddled him, inserted his aching cock between her pussy lips, and shoved her mouth back against, pushing the taste of precum back into his mouth…and it didn’t taste much different than it just had….

“What the fuck is in to her, tonight?” Frank wondered and then immediately, “why does her mouth taste like cum and pussy,” followed by him feeling her gaping drenched pussy lower on to him, the feeling familiar…”it’s so much looser than usual…”

“Fuck yes, frank,” she growled bucking on his lap, driving his cock against the front wall of her vagina, “you feel so fucking good baby.”

Regardless of how any of this was happening, or these changes, Frank was thoroughly enjoying this little sex kitten overtaking his wife. Sucking at her large nipples until they jutted out, hard enough to cut. With his other hand he cupped as much of her ample other breast to ensure it didn’t get jealous.

“That’s it baby,” she screamed, visions of her evenings experiences, dancing in her head, “wondering if he’d even begin to catch on, but she didn’t care. This was too fucking hot.

Her eyes rolled upwards as her tempo increased,

“Godddddd, baby,,, fuck…I’m cumming, I’m cumming”

“Fuck me too,” Frank moaned, his body spasming into her pussy.

When she felt like his cock had completely unloaded, she kissed him slid her body upwards, on to her feet, still leaning into their tongues dancing, him barely able to keep up as he was out of breath… her hand grabbed him by his hair, pulled his head back, and she shoved her dripping cum filled snatch on to his mouth, now pulling his hair forward, to drive his face in. The smell of her was overwhelmingly hot.

“Clean my pussy out, you little fucking bitch!” She growled.

Frank, though never expecting those words from his girl, still completely lost in the moment, was turned on by it, and furiously lapped at her pussy, face painted in his own cum, her grinding into him,

“Swallow your fucking cum, baby. You like tasting my sloppy little pussy baby,”

“Mmmmhmmm”he tried to respond but muffled by her swollen gland…

Then Grace fell back on to his lap, and kissed him open-mouth passionately again, swirling his cum between their tongues, before she slumped, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” she said gently and quietly.

“I love you to. That was really fucking hot, wherever it came from…..”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, ” she snickered playfully, “I guess I may still have a few secret, surprise moves hidden away for you.”

The scene would play out in Franks mind for days afterwards. Still, he couldn’t help

But think, his wife’s pussy is usually so tight around him….

Thursday night, like most, was seemingly a dull one. Grace had gone to visit with her parents. Frank, finally decided to finish the documentary he had yet to complete after the wild night with his wife. At 8:45, he felt his phone buzz.

“Hey, it’s Tiffany. I was hoping you may be free.” It read

“I can be. The girl is visiting with family.” He responded.

“Well, why in hell aren’t you already on your way?”

“Point taken, give me a few,” he responded, suddenly in a fit of lost time, rushing through the things he should do before he left….phone, keys, lights…almost running to the door…”damn” he said aloud as he realized he hadn’t told his wife anything in case she got home before him.

“Drinking with the boys,” he texted, and wrote on the white board on the fridge, just in case she for some reason didn’t get it…was it to much…was it admitting some kind of guilt? He usually woul text and go without another thought. His brain racing, “yeah, it’s too much,” he erased the board on the fridge…and in a tizzy left.

His car pulled up to Tiffany and Chuck’s house. He parked in the drive, flipped off the headlights, locked it and headed towards the door. At this moment he realized he, like some driven madman, had left before ever taking a moment to consider how he looked, freshen up, something….”what the fuck frank,” he thought. No sooner did it cross his mind, when the door swung open, ready for him, and the silhouette of Tiffany standing in the door.

“Hey Frank, glad you could make it. Come in” She said, the side of her lips cocked in a half smile.

“Yeah, me too ” his eyes dilated and wild like some kind of adrenaline junkie…

“Holy shit frank, when I suggested coming over, it didn’t mean you couldn’t take a shower first.” She could smell the sweat on him, seeing his reckless abandon in his face.

“I’m sorry, I just….”

“It’s okay, maybe for the better anyway.” Again she smiled.

“Now he had done it, ” he worried, “and fucked the moment up”

“Chuck’s not here right now. He may be home in a bit… late night at the office. However, after all our fun last time, I didn’t think he’d mind me inviting you over.”

“Oh,” he didn’t mind the thought, but he wasn’t prepared for it.

“Don’t look so disappointed,” her eyebrow cocked as she chuckled.

“Hell no. Sorry Tiffany, that’s not what I…”

“I’m just screwing with you, Frank, don’t be such a bitch…” she almost roared after saying it. “I just had some ideas…”

“Like what?” He smiled, his cock stirring in his pants.

Her hand grabbed his (they were about the same size,)”you’ll have too actually come in, first.” She led him down the entry way into the kitchen. Pouring him a glass of whiskey, “we can all the time begin here. Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks Tiffany.”

While pouring herself a glass, she looked back at him sitting at the island, “of course dear. I just couldn’t get the image of you out of my head, so helpless in the frenzy from the other night.”

“Yeah?” His eyes glancing up and down her. It was the first moment he had a chance to really drink in the image before him. Her body perfectly enveloped, by her sleek red v dress. The cut down the front showing just the inner edge of her nice “handful” sized tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples outlined in the fabric.

“Yeah, seems like we could have some fun.”

His whiskey was going down easier and quicker than it should. Before he knew it, she was topping off his glass and hers.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked, as she was leaned back against the counter, the dress resting nicely carving out her toned stomach, her face framed by her red hair, pulled back into a band. A small strand hanging down from her temple along the side of her face, with a slight curl.

“Oh, just humor me. A moment. I figured we all seemed to find your…”she paused, took a sip, and lifted her brow, “submissive side,” a devilish grin another sip, “and wondered maybe I could help you…” a pause, a sip,” embrace it a little.”

Frank’s heart raced, as a million thoughts raced through his mind, the alcohol…oh shit, the glass empty again, he was moving to fast…the glass topped off again…she was on it…

“Well, I’m not sure…” he began, then, she leaned across the island, grabbed his hair and pulled his face to hers…

“Let’s just go with it,” her eyes digging through his into his soul.

“Okay” is all he could stammer at that point.

She kissed him fervently, pulled back and replied, “good.”

He smiled, curious to whAt she had in store.

” first, we need to clean you up.” His mind immediately went to his disheveled, excited, and hurried state, having not given an ounce of thought to his appearance. “Let me begin a bath.”

Before he could say a word she dipped out of sight around the corner. He could hear the rustle of a few things, sip, and the water pouring into a tub down the hall. A few minutes later, she came around the corner in a bathrobe.

She waltzed toward him grabbed his hand and whisked him down the hall, and into the large bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Swinging in front of him, placing her hands on his chest, and thrusting his body against the door in a manner incomprehensible for her small slender body, and began kissing him. She undid his belt, slipped his shirt over his head and kissed up and down his (for the most part) hairless chest. His pants dropped from the weight in the pockets.

She stepped back, looked down at his groin, smiled and said,” those need to go to.”

His cock was throbbing and pointing towards the ceiling, as her long fingers traced under the band, and ran along his hips, and then…WHOOSH…they dropped to the floor with her quick movement.

Her face dropped, his mind fluttered with concern…she looked him over…”this will not do…we need to get you cleaned up.”

For a moment, he felt judged, his heart raced, his countenance dropped…

“Oh, baby, no…don’t feel self conscious…you look amazing…but I can help.”

She poured something in the tub, lit a few candles, flipped out the light, and undid her bathrobe. Between the lapelle, her gorgeous breast hung in their full glory, and a black lace pair of pantties hinted at her hairless crotch.

“Get in,” she gestured toward the tub.

Stepping into the warm water and lowering himself down, she began running her hands up from his feet, kneading his calf muscles, then his thighs, kissing him gently on the lips. His cock, sprung, pointing out of the water like a buoy.

“We got too soak you for a few minutes to let the hair remover do it’s thing, I want my boy all smooth, and soft.”

“Oh, I didn’t…my wif…..”

“Just don’t think about it right now, it’s pretty much already done. If we stop now it’ll just be really patchy and awkward. “

Frank accepted this fate. Being smooth and hairless from the waist down sounded nice, and he entertained the thought, but wasn’t sure how he’d explain this, as it would be pretty noticeable.

“I’ll be right back, you little minx, ” she laughed winking as she strode around the door. “

He heard the opening and closing of drawers in the other room, then Tiffany swung back into the bathroom twirling so that her bathrobe lifted away from her body giving Frank a good view.

“I think you’ve soaked long enough.” She brushed his leg and the hair just falling off. “Why don’t you use that body wash to the left so you can smell all good for me and get a shower. Make sure you are clean for me.”

She pulled the plug, let the water drain some, then turned on the shower testing the temp to make sure hit was pleasurably hot. Frank rinsed and took the time to thoroughly wash all the essentials. He turned off the water, opened the curtain, and found Tiffany awaiting him ready with a large plush towel. She wrapped it around him, patting him up and down, kissing his neck a few times as she did. From behind him she wrapped her arms around his waist, “feel better?”

“Yes, very much so, thanks.”

Her hand open the towel and ran up his thigh, first just finger, “ooo, my boy feels so good all smooth,” her nails digging a little as the finished their ascent up to his torso, “and he smells soooo good.”

“Mmm” frank quietly cooed. The scent was some sort of vanilla odor, that was refreshing and not overly flowery.

“Come with me,” she took him by the hand, him still covered in the large towel, cozy, and warm feeling.

The cold air hit him as he excited the bathroom, in such contrast to the steamy hot bathroom, causing his skin to tighten. He noticed the strange feeling of being hairless as he got goosebumps and the towel brushed against it as he walked. Tiffany led him into her bedroom. Tugging the towel away from him, leaving him naked and unimpressive from the cold air. He felt slightly embarrassed as he had hoped “she’d get him warmed up again, before exposing him. His cock deflated for the moment and shriveled.

“Aww, look at your cute hairless little boy body,” she said running a single finger down his chest and stomach, down to his shriveled member, stopped at the head, and gave it a strangle flick. He winced a bit.

“Well this isn’t gonna offer much, at least not like this.” A crooked smile on her face, eyes peering up from his dick into his. She reached to the dresser behind her and then handed him something, “I want you to put this on.”

A white jock strap hung from her hand. She stepped around him as he bent over and lifted on leg, then the other, pulling them up slowly, feeling the elastic band drag against him very sensitive skin. While he was bent over, and hand cupped one of his asscheeks, “mmm, baby, I like this cute hairless little boy ass, her fingers tracing over his little boy hole. You look so cute. He pulled the strap up the rest of the way, adjusting the pouch, trapping his cock, and the straps so they weren’t twisted, framing his little ass. He liked the sensation, felling the straps press against him right behind his balls.

“Mmm,this fits you nicely.” She walked out in front of him, looking him up and down. One finger tracing his cock through the fabric, blood starting to help fill the space in the pouch and outline his cock nicely. Her kissing him deep for a moment. Then pulling away she pulled something else from the dresser, and spun him around. “Put your arm through here, and now, the other” she pulled the item up his arms to his chest. The harness stretching across his upper chest, her hands grazing his hard nipples in the cool air. Reaching back behind him she tightened the buckle making sure the straps were tight against his skin, his cock now straining against it’s enclosure. From behind her hands followed the strap along his chest,then rested on his pecs, nibbling at his ear,” I like my boy all smooth and done up,” she whispered. Hands ran down his stomach back to his trapped cock, grabbing the pouch, cock, balls and all and giving a firm squeeze, “and you seem to be liking it too.”

She ppushed him towards the bed, grabbing his cock by it’s restraint, and pulling it into her while pushing between his shoulder blades, she bent him over the edge of it. Grabbing a handful of hair she pulled back drawing his head up, then with the other hand “smack” a slight sting met his ass, and then another…

“Somehow I think you like being my little bitch, do you?” Tiff sneered.

“Yes,” frank moaned.

Grabbing just above his balls and pulling, “Yes, what, frank?”

“I like being your little bitch.”

“That’s right you do.” His cock now throbbing struggling too point to the sky, but held downward by the fabric. Her hand crept up feeling his member thickening crying for release. A finger traced under it brushing his engorged head, and squeezing, precum oozing out. Gathering it she then took it too his face, his mouth opening willingly and he began sucking his juices off of them. “You are such a thirsty boy aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he barely made out the words as she gave his cock another squeeze.

“Mmm….” She squeezed his cockhead again gathering more, “turn over.”

Frank complied, legs dangling off the bed. Her hands dipped into her panties, where she gently circled his pussy with his precum. “Mmmm, you like that thought don’t you, Your drippings wetting my pussy?”

Before frank could reply, she was crawling up his legs, licking him through the jock strap, he could feel the moisture from her mouth soaking through the fabric, that was already partly moist from his arousal. She continued crawling up him, until her panties and his jockstrap were all that separated their organs. Her hips started grinding against him, and one hand began clamping around his throat.

Another moan left his mouth.

“All I could think about his how your beautiful dick curves right into my spot and I just couldn’t wait too feel it again,” her hips lifted, her hand went down and grabbing his sack squeezed and pulled again, “and you’re going too give it too me aren’t you, because this cock is mine isn’t it bitch, “

Frank gasped, “it’s yours,”

She slapped him across the cheek,

“That’s right it is, just like your ass is mine.”

She reached back sliding him into freedom his cock springing from it’s captor. Her hand finding his dick without hesitation used it to pry her panties to the side and slip in pressed it to her wet lips. Easing herself down on to him both breathing in deep as the sensation over came them. Her pussy gripped his cock tightly as he was slowly guided in by her hand. Taking most of him, moaning, then lifting up slightly, and back down with a gasp as he now bottomed out inside her. Her hips rocking, gliding back and forth over his aching dick. Her hands on his chest pressing firmly on it why she flung her head back in pleasure.

“God you turn me on so much.” Tiffany said in a low voice, now bouncing on his cock.

“You feel so fucking good,” Frank replied, now with one hand resting on her little ass and the other massaging her breast.

“Hold on,” she said, pulling herself off of him. Readjusting his jock, she pulled it up, and now shifted his dick out the side of it. Then she lifted his legs, placing them on her shoulders and lifted him slightly with his help. Sliding up his body she pushed his dick against her slit, and began rubbing herself back and forth against his arched cock that had been pointed slightly downwards.

“Does that feel good baby? You like sliding against my moist little fuckhole?”

“Fuck yes,”

“Do you like how tight it is for you?”

“Uh huh,” he moaned, loving how she was taking the lead, completely lost in the feeling.

She slipped his cock back inside now riding him in the Amazon position, her hips slapping against his balls, feeling her smack into his newly smooth skin.

He could feel her muscles tighten, quake, and begin too spasm, “I’m cumming, fuck….I’m cumming,” she cried still wildly bucking against his cock.

Unable to contain himself feeling her insides convulsing on his dick, her abs tightening in unison, her eyes rolled back, “I’m going too cum,” he groaned.

“Cum baby” she replied, feeling the first spurt release in her twat, then removing him from her, while massage his cumming dick in her hand and pulling the pouch back over his cock so that the rest of his seed spilled into it coating the inside and his dick. Pulling herself back up she kissed him passionately, then removed her lips slipped off to his side, and delicately massaged over the jock strap, working the cum around his spend member, trapped again, in it’s own jizz.