**Continuation of Work Wife Mistress Ch. 3**

**We’ll begin with the end of the last chapter**

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I had turned notifications on for everything as I was going to go check on Janice, to see if she made it out of my office. The message I received both gave me chills and confirmed she wasn’t there.

“You FUCKING sniveling, little cocked man, MOTHERFUCKER!” the message read. “You think you can figure ME OUT!!! Say goodbye to everything!”

I dropped the phone. I had overestimated my ability to control the situation, Mistress Lace asserted her control and like being punched in the gut I lost my breath, passed out briefly, sinking to my knees, elbows on the floor.

“Thomas!” Melanie screamed as she saw my head down, body almost collapsed on the floor.

“I’m, I’m, I’m okay,” I said waking as Melanie went to pick up my phone. I had no strength and I fell to the floor, my dear Wife beat me to the still unlocked screen and saw what I had just read.

The screen name, Leather&Lace22, made it obvious and the message was clearly Mistress Lace. Melanie’s eyes raced back and forth at the words, then down at me.

“NO!” she screamed, dropping my phone. “No, No, No, No, No, No, No!!! Not you too! Not you!”

She ran upstairs, her feet pounding up the stairs, I reached to get up and then full blacked out sprawled out on the floor of the living room.

The phone was buzzing when the world reentered my consciousness. I was in a fog, gone, totally not feeling, thinking, dreaming, just out cold from reality caving in on my head.

“HhhEllo,” I weakly said answering.

“Oh, thank God,” the husky voice said. “Thomas, this is Larry. We’ve got problems.”

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I reported to Mistress Lace’s office at 7:15 a.m., my standing morning meeting, Larry had just enough time to say a few things, the most important being, “She’s got a camera on your just about everywhere.”

His second comment was chilling, saying clearly before hanging up, not wanting to get caught calling me, “The only reason we got through it the last time, was they did exactly what they were supposed to do and what she asked.”

Into a dead line I asked, “Is she dangerous?”

Last time,” I mouthed, sitting in the dark of an empty office wondering where my life was and where it was about to head. I hadn’t seen my Wife Melanie for 12 hours since she saw messages from Mistress Lace, on my phone and Melanie ran out the door into the Sunday night air.

I was hoping Larry’s IT genius would somehow get me information; find a way around his Wife‘s intentions and control. I theorized places cameras could not be both in my house and at school, checking my phone in safety, not wanting Mistress Lace see a single misstep.

It was nearly 8 a.m., still sitting in the office when my phone lit up with a message from Mistress Lace. “We have a meeting with the superintendent.”

“Shit!” I exclaimed in the dark of her office. The last time we met like this she accused me of taking up her professional time with my personal problems and insinuated she was getting a sexually uncomfortable vibe from me. I got an official warning and letter in my file, that if it didn’t stop there would be discipline for my actions.

I walked into the office, said “hi” to Heidi his secretary, and went into the room where Janice was already standing and chatting with our boss. I sat down and she sat down beside me, after a quick greeting she spoke.

“We’ve been having an affair for almost two years now,” Janice Flaherty the school counselor, my Mistress Lace, told my superintendent, Mr. Carson. I looked up into her eyes, which were soft and loving, a gaze I saw as my cock was entering her on the floor of my office on Saturday.

“Principal Fredrick’s Wife just found out and they are now separated,” she continued. “We’re all just trying to figure out where to go from here.”

Superintendent Carson looked a little confused, Janice then quickly admitting she recently made up an accusation a week earlier because we were having an argument about our relationship.

“He wanted to end it, and well, I didn’t,” Janice said looking at the superintendent. “Please undo any documentation of my grievance or complaint out of his file. I was very unprofessional and certain deserve something in my file. Our personal situation should not bleed into our professional lives.”

“Is this true Mr. Fredrick?” he asked and wildly enough it was both true, and a load of Mistress Lace shit, at the same time. I nodded ‘yes’.

“Mrs. Flaherty I suggest you refrain from taking these issues, marital or otherwise, out here at work,” he said and then with a puzzled look. “Hey, aren’t you married as well?”

“Larry’s good with this,” she said looking steely and sharp at the man who’s mind was trying to wrap around that thought. “We’re not sharing much information at the moment as we all try to figure this out. I’d appreciate it if you did not share as well.”

“Of course,” he said, got up and opened the door. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have a meeting.”

He left us alone in his office, walking out of the building as I just looked at Janice, no answers, really no questions other than the obvious one on where the fuck was my Wife.

“This is my fault you know,” a cold, calm, soft and serious voice spewed out over her lips. It was Mistress present now at work, no Janice. “I didn’t train you, at least not formally, I let Janice lead and that’s the last time. You do not have the requisite background to serve me.”

She laughed and looked out the window, as if I wasn’t there, her elbow in her hand and that hand on her chin.

“Melanie?” I simply said, not looking at her, hoping having Heidi just in the other room would prevent a blow up. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, my simple question died for a lack of human presence to hear it being asked. She was inhumane in this persona.

“It’s Labor Day this coming weekend Puer,” she said still just standing and looking out the window. “We will commence your proper training Friday night at 6 p.m., at my lair and will release you Sunday night at 6 p.m.. You will not have to meet me in the mornings this week, you simply are not disciplined enough at this point for me to waste time on you.”

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No messages from Larry, no attention from Janice, Mistress discounting me, and no word from Melanie. I drifted through my day, Kimmy’s concerned look stopping me occasionally, trying to get me to open up about “what’s bothering me”.

I just politely said “family issues” not being specific at all.

I made it home from work, went upstairs to change and noticed there were clothes and things gone from Melanie’s closet. I breathed a large sigh of relief – she was at least all right and had been to the house. I looked for a note or acknowledgement, and at this point I’d take someone cursing me out for everything, but there was nothing.

I went to the basement, out of video surveillance, to check my phone, hoping that the technology expertise of my Mistress’s husband would find a way to help me in this situation. There was nothing, not a message, voice mail, nothing.

To clear my head I got changed and went for a run, the warm late summer air felt well against my body and into my lungs. I was searching for answers and clarity as I ran. During the run I focused on what Larry meant when referencing “last time”.

She’d gone at least this far, or close to it another time another place. I had outlined her jobs in Des Moines, a large town just 50 miles from our small farming community. She spun tales of an old farmhouse just outside the sprawl, and I pictured a lair, another set of sexual beings, all being controlled. And I pictured things going wrong, very wrong.

On the flip side I wondered if she was right, that my lack of training led to my lack of understanding Mistress and her motivations and ways. I was trying to control a situation she was obviously in control over, pulling the strings, making the decisions on how our lives moved forward. I felt shame for not giving into her totally and for being careless with my phone.

By the end of the three miles I had made three separate conclusions. First, Melanie was with Mistress Lace, nearly a year of relationship was built there and everything I had observed turned me on immensely. Second, I needed to follow Mistress Lace’s instructions to the letter. Third, I would listen to Larry if he made himself available.

Upon closer inspection, it looked like about two weeks worth of clothes had been taken. Toiletries, contacts and such were about the same, if not more out of her bathroom. It comforted me to know she was here and gone, and I assumed she was staying with Mistress Lace.

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At about 6:30 p.m. my phone notified me of a message, the light of my phone got my attention as I was finishing dinner.

“I don’t know who else to call, I’m stranded out of town about five miles” — Kimmy.

“Where? I’m on my way,” I replied, heading to my SUV, cleaning it out to make room for all her kids and things I may possibly having to haul back.

“Five miles out of town on Highway 71. Greenish Honda Civic.”

“See you soon!” I replied and she hit me with a “heart” emoji.

I was surprised to see she was alone. She hurried in her back seat for her purse, and shoulder back and a folder of papers. The youthful, seventh month pregnant woman tossed her keys in the front seat.

“Jamie Collins is coming out to tow it and look it over,” she said, opening the back of my car, tossing her things inside before hopping into the front seat. Kimmy smiled wide and bright, our bodies hitting the seats inside the car together. “Do you know where I live?”

I nodded ‘no’ and she began to explain as I drove. I knew her and her ex-husband lived out of town, south, but not exactly where. A few gravel roads later and we were pulling into a fairly large two-story adjacent to some out buildings.

I pulled up close to the house and before I could say good-bye, or if she needed anything, Kimmy hopped out of the car and through the open door asked me in to “could help move something out of the kitchen/”

“Sure, I can do that,” I said and watched her almost skip inside with her things. I watched her disappear in the doorway, her short, athletic legs shot out of her pregnancy sundress nicely, one I had to avert my eyes in the car as it opened to her full breasts. I know she caught me once looking down at her cleavage, her grin suggesting she didn’t mind.

Kimmy cut left in the kitchen, I saw the refrigerator in the middle of the room and I turned to her leaning on the cabinet. She had a focused stare, her lower lip now under her top lip, I moved to ask her is she had something to put under the large appliance when she pushed off the counter towards me.

Her small body, baby carrying stomach, met mine, her hands on my chest then up my neck, pulling my face down to meet hers. The kiss landed before my bearings were had, mouth pushing into mouth before pushing me away, allowing me tower over her, looking down into her greenish-blue eyes.

“A little birdie told me your Wife left ya’,” she said in flirty, seductive, sing-song, tone. “Do you know how much I need you inside me?”

She moved back into my body, her right hand running up my left leg, then pushing against my crotch, my cock pressured began to rise, my mind trying to calculate exactly the situation. I was frozen for the moment, ready to object, her breasts now pressed against my torso, her face looking up waiting for me to start this, to approve.

“I…I…” I tried to reply, her hand quickly sliding down the workout shorts I had on and was immediately clutching my cock, growing now in her fingers. I leant down and our mouths met, her hands took each side of my shorts, yanked down and let my cock spring out. He tongue found mine and I spun her around, if she needed me inside, at this point in my life, who was I to deny such a request.

Reaching for her dress I tossed it over her hips, pulled off her flowered patterned panties, she smiled wide looking back, short curly hair bouncing as she watched me line up. Our eyes met and I pushed forward probing her backside until I found the juicy, warm hole I so suddenly desired.

“Ohhh, Mr. F! Fuck me Baby!” Kimmy exclaimed, my rod pushing inside her. “JESUS FUCK! I NEED this!”

Her head rocked forward and her arms leant against the counter, my hands slipped around her hips and hands spread their fingers on her beautiful, fertile, belly, gently pulling her to me. I slid as deep as I could get, pulled back and repeated our slow and rhythmic dance. I pulled off my shirt, stepped out of my shorts and boxers and started my drive.

“Mmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmm,” she cooed, her bitten lip now showing over her shoulder looking back at me lovingly. “Oh THANK YOU, OF FUCK YES, OH YES!!!”

I kept my pace, my stamina now a thing, something I used to not control, but now it was easily maintained, letting her beauty absorb as she pulled at her dress, then undid her bra and she was naked. I leant forward and kissed her neck, her ear, and the side of her mouth.

“Oh, Lover, Mmmmm,” she said and pulled forward, my wet cock dangling as she turned to me and kissed me hard on the lips, her hand caressing my balls and base of the shaft. “Sit back.”

Kimmy directed me to a barstool besides a small island, it had a back on it and she then climbed up suspending herself before easing herself above my hardness. Kimmy’s then plump Pussy lips surrounded the head of my shaft, then slid down the length as she sat in my lap.

“OH Sweet Jesus!” she exclaimed. “So long…it’s been so long since…Oh, yes!”

I kissed her back, my arms encircling her lovely, pregnant, body, rubbing the belly then up to her breasts. She pushed upwards and slid down in slow purposeful movements, her breathing in sync with our flesh joining. I rolled her nipples in my fingers and she turned and we kissed some more.

“Mmmmm, Oh, I miss pregnant fucking so, SO MUCH! OH, YES!” she exclaimed, later telling me every ‘Yes’ was a separate Orgasm (unless strung together). I pushed upwards; she slid downwards, her shoulders soft as her hands held her up pushing against my thighs. “Just like that, Baby. Just like that…”

She slid up and down, eyes closing for a time, her mouth turning for a kiss, and then leaning forward for another angle. “Mmm, Yes, YES!”

“Let’s go to the living room,” I whispered seeing the carpeted room, with a nice rug too. “I want you from behind on all fours.”

“MMMmmmm, now you’re talking Mr. F,” she said and eagerly hopped up and off my cock and was taking my hand, twirling, smiling, her breasts bouncing as she watched me our dance to the living room cumulating with her dropping to all fours. “Fuck me big dog!”

I saddled up behind her, easing my cock in with my hips as I covered her with my much larger body. Rotating and thrusting I used my thighs to drive full into her, meeting her arse cheeks.

“OH! OH! OH! OH!” she exclaimed, my cock driving forward and back with more force and purpose. “MMmm. MMmm. Mmmmpft!”

I kissed her neck again, my hands around her belly, fondling her dangling breasts, rubbing and pinching nipples, reaching around and down the slope to her clit as my cock pounded her.

“FUCK YES! YES!” she exclaimed and began to buck backwards as hard as I thrust forward, meeting like to rams on a mountaintop. “UHHNNN! OHHHNNN! FUCKKKK!”

I held inside her and came my legs quivering as I delivered, her body still pushing back in rhythm, pulling me forward and pushing back, my juice spraying her already planted soil, now ready for harvest.

“OH Daddy, I so wish! I so WISH! Mmmm Oh…” She said and leant forward on her arms, my cock pulling out as she rolled over.

I was on my knees, cock out dribbling cum, she laid on her back, her feet now played with my shrinking member. She just looked at me, intently, her feet now on my balls, thighs, cock, alternating between, getting some of the cum on her toes.

She pulled her knees into her belly and slide them around under her arms, very flexible. I looked down to see her swollen, red, cunt lips, glistening with my cum and her orgasms.

“You like me Daddy?” she said, in a sort of “happy baby” yoga position, peering around her legs at me, her finger in her mouth, she sucking on it like a young child. “Does my Pussy please you?”

“Very much,” was all I could muster and without thinking, without motivation, just acting in the moment, I went forward and began to eat her Pussy out, my lips pushing into the flesh, wet with my own jism, it tangy and salty against the sweetness of her orgasms.

“Oh kitty likes that!” she said in her mousy, natural aggressively sexual voice. “Eat our juices Daddy and then kiss me, it’s only fair to share.”

I lapped and sucked at her, gathering the flavors, scents to my face and mouth before sliding out of her legs and up to her face. Her arms reached around me neck as we kissed deep, long and her tongue dancing with mine as we shared, shared so much.

I was sort of off to the side, not putting weight on her body, her soft young baby-carrying skin, my hands now on her hips turning her, while she held my face, now licking and sucking what she could off my cheeks. She moved foot or so back and put a finger to my mouth, and with a pouty face began a chilling, sexy, persona.

“Because Daddy was so good to Kitty, Your little girl is going to be good to daddy,” The pouty voice, with the face, now moved down my chest, her lips kissing my nipples, then stomach and was soon on my limp, cum wet cock. “Mmmpft..Mmmmm”

Kimmy, my late 20s secretary, pregnant with her third child, recently divorced went down on my flaccid member, guaranteeing we’d fuck again, one way or another. She first milked it dry of whatever cum I had left in the shaft, then with her hands and mouth brought it back to hardness.

“That’s my Daddy…” she whispered her eyes so hungry, holding my hardness, my gaze, rolling me over before sitting on it again, cowgirl style. “Giddy up Horsy! We’re going to ride!”

Her stomach pressed lightly against mine as our hands joined, breasts dangling, her creamy white skin so smooth. I pulled her to kiss me, still locked fingers, her hips sliding back and forth, grinding both forward and to the side in a circle.

“Right there Lover,” she said her voice changing back to the woman I fucked from behind in the kitchen, on my lap on the stool and on the floor. “Mmmm, you Love me long time Baby.”

She was so right. Our grinding on the floor, looking up into her expressive, young face, her mouth puckering, her eyes bright and watching mine, absorbing my enjoyment as her enjoyment, laughing and moaning. Leaning forward until her bump got in the way and leaning all he way back, lifting her hips and bouncing on my cock.

“Oh YES!!” she exclaimed, on the first change into this position, “Oh GOD DAMN FUCKING YES!!!”

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She stayed leaning back, her breasts bouncing as she bounced, her eyes going from dreamy orgasmic to steely and focused. She wanted another one and probably another one after that, she hungered for the wave, the crash of her orgasmic climax.

Mmmmpft, Mmmmpft, Mmmmpft,” she grunted and moaned, her eyes opening and closing. “SO. FUCKING. LONG. SINCE!!! MMmmpft.”

Bouncing and grinding, working her fluids dry, getting the friction again through shear repetition, legs helping lift before dropping.

“Oh, yes! YES! YES!!!!” she climaxed again, now slowing some. I looked at her face, her she took in the rush, the feeling of satisfation for a moment, and then looked back at me, the eyes wanting more.