Overture B
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The evening of Friday, 23rd – The day of the anniversary
"Down. On your knees, kneel down."
"What, like this?"
"No, not on your heels. All the way down, so your ass touches the ground."
"Oh, this?"
"Exactly, stay right there."
"Yes, daddy."
"Remember what we did this morning?"
"Which part?"
"The new part, obviously…"
"Mmmhmm, I remember…"
"We're going to do that again."
"Here!?!?"
"Yes, where better?"
"Fuck…"
"What do you do?"
"… I submit."
Bill stared at the screen waiting for some clue as to what he was about to see. He'd seen his wife thoroughly fucked on his armchair, then she was eaten out on their table – what happens next?
The camera slowly faded in to show a poorly lit room. The view was from the ground looking up into the center from below. Bill recognized it as his office. It was tidy because he always left everything in it's proper place. His computer was off with the keyboard tucked away, important papers were neatly stacked on the in-tray, and the window blinds were left open causing the poor exposure for half the room.
Everything was in proper place except his chair – that was was pulled out and someone was sitting in it. Another figure knelt before it.
"Jesus, Bill," said Jack to the camera. "Your bed is really comfortable – your wife and I had a little nap in it, didn't we slut?"
"Mmmmm," Amber sighed while nodding and looking towards the camera.
"But we've moved to your office. Has he ever got a blowjob in this chair, Amber?" Jack asked.
"You know he hasn't," Amber giggled.
"Ha ha. Just my little joke. He's masturbated sitting here, thought, hasn't he."
"Yes. I've overheard him a few times."
"What about sex, you must have had sex in this room?"
"No, we actually haven't."
"Have you done anything in this room?"
"Nope," Amber shrugged.
"It's like you don't know how to live, Bill!" exclaimed Jack. "You jerk-off in here but don't get your wife to give you a hand? Tell you what, buddy, I'll let you be the first to have sex with Amber in this room, how about that?"
"Huh, generous…" muttered Bill. But then a horrible thought struck him…
…what's the catch?
"I'll just use your wife's mouth while I'm sitting here. Oh, and her tongue… you hear that Amber?"
Amber nodded again and replied, "yes, daddy."
"Good, slut," Jack praised. "Get nice and sloppy."
Amber leaned forward and took Jack's cock in her mouth. He let out a deep sigh while her head sunk deeper. From the camera's angle Bill couldn't tell how far she went down but she slowly retreated back up to the head and started the whole process again. Very slowly descending and ascending along Jack's cock.
"Fuuuuuuck, Amber," hissed Jack. "I'll never get tired of this."
"Haha!" Amber laughed through his cock.
Jack shifted slightly from side to side in the chair.
"This chair is also damn comfy, Bill. You'll have to tell me where you got it? Or maybe you can just give it to me after you've seen this – not sure you'll look at it the same way again!"
"Hahaha!" Amber laugh harder this time, so much that she fell backwards and Jack's cock slid from her mouth. "Awwwww, sorry Bill, baby. I guess our neighbor knows how to pull my strings in a way that you can't."
"Hey, slut!" cried Jack. "Get back to work!" He grabbed Amber's hair and forced her head between his legs.
"Balls, lick my balls!" Jack ordered.
Amber's head remained where Jack held it but a loud smacking sound began.
"Yesssss, get really nasty and sloppy. We're going to do something that'll break your little husband's heart, slut."
"Fnggggoh! Whrrrwe-gnnnnnn dnnnn?" came Amber's response.
"I can't understand you, slut. Don't embarrass yourself," Jack spat and then leaned over her head to slap her ass.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
Jack let go of Amber's hair and leaned back before saying, "this is definitely an expensive chair, Bill. I bet it has all sorts of adjustments for it."
He moved his hands along the sides of the seat, looking for levers that adjusted the pitch of the back. He found the first and the seat slid forward pushing Amber backwards onto the ground.
"Oops! Sorry, slut," he said casually as Amber got up and resumed her previous position between Jack's legs.
He reached around the other side and found the lever that adjusted the back. He let the back tilt a bit so that he was upright but no longer vertical. Jack looked relaxed.
"Ahhhhh, that's nice," he said to the room.
Jack then moved his had to grab his cock and started to stroke. He let out a long sigh and got into a rhythm stroking his cock while Amber attended to his balls.
"Hey!" He exclaimed in realization after a few moments of this. "I'm pretending to be you again, Bill! Sitting in your chair, at your desk, doing your favorite thing – jerking off! Ha ha ha!"
Amber let out a half cough, half laugh from her kneeling position.
"I'm even pretending that Amber is sucking my cock!" Jack went on. "But I don't really have to pretend."
He then pulled a lever that adjusted the height of the seat. Jack slid down so that his cock was directly in Amber's face.
"Suck!" he ordered.
Amber giggled and grabbed Jack's cock while pretending to chide him, "you're so mean to my little husband, daddy!"
"You love it, slut," Jack replied while he lifted his arms above his shoulders and folder his hands behind his head. He leaned back into the chair to enjoy Amber's blowjob.
Amber wasn't frantically sucking Jack's cock, she was slow and gave it long licks up and down while holding the base. She used her hand to stroke up and down every now and then while focusing on the head. She was taking her time, clearly enjoying the act of pleasuring Jack. She had melted completely into the position at Jack's feet, her legs spread wide so that her thighs and ass touched the ground, feet either side of her hips. The arch in Amber's back was as severe as ever. Soft sighs and soft moans came through the TV speakers betraying her contentment.
Bill followed the curve of her back down the rest of her body. She was still wearing the same blue lingerie set from the previous two videos – or, at least, most of it. She had lost the bra somewhere along the way but still had on the garter belt and stockings. The suspenders were no longer clipped in place on the stockings, and the pieces of lace seemed to dance around as Amber's waist moved. Her bun was a total mess with strands of hair flying wild.
Bill's gazed eventually landed at her ass. There was a surprise shining in between her cheeks – a metal butt plug.
Why is it glinting so much? Bill wondered.
He looked closer an realized it was because of a necklace wrapped around the handle. A pit formed in his stomach as he gulp the what remained of his pride.
My necklace. The necklace I gave Amber to say thank you. I guess this is her way of saying "you're welcome", he thought.
Amber set to a rhythm of stroking Jack's cock up and down a dozen or so times while sucking on the head. Eventually, she would move to his balls and lovingly kiss each one. Then came a handful of licks to bring her back up to Jack's cock head. The sequence repeated.
Every so often, Bill saw her hand wander down to squeeze her breast or descend further to touch her own sex or tweak her butt plug.
Bill stared at the screen in awe. Fucking hell, he thought, how did Jack get Amber into that state?… She isn't showing off for me anymore, she's doing this for her…
Amber's worship continued.
Jack kept up a regular chorus of praise for Amber:
"Fuck, your mouth was meant for cock, Amber."
"You do it much better after cumming. Did you know that?"
"Your mouth is so fucking soft, how did you learn to do this?"
Eventually, Amber moved her face lower to focus on Jack's balls. She stayed between his legs to kiss them while stroking his cock. Kissing eventually turned to licking, and licking became sucking.
Jack took over on his shaft and began stroking. Both of Amber's hands now moved between her own legs to play with her clit and move around her butt plug. Bill was hypnotized by the movements she made: around in circles, side to side, a figure of eight. It was like she was probing her asshole to see what gave the most pleasure. Eventually she took a good grip of the handle and necklace and began to slowly push it deeper then pull it out almost all the way.
All the while Bill could hear Amber's soft moans from between their neighbor's legs.
Jack's words slowly changed from praise of Amber to a stream humiliating insults aimed directly at Bill:
"Jesus, you've been missing out for years, buddy."
"This is her best work yet, don't you think Bill?"
"I wonder how many times you'll sit in this chair, Bill? Before seeing the video, I mean."
Bill stared at the screen transfixed.
Each one of Jack's comments seemed to cut into him a little deeper. For him, it was more humiliating than seeing Amber being fucked on their bed. This room was his space. A sacred place. Now it was desecrated. It was no longer his space. It was a place where Amber had worshiped Jack's cock.
That's my room, he thought.
He built his business in that room. All the emails and planning. All the calls and late nights he had to take his work home. That was the place that Bill worked hardest and felt the most vulnerable. It was the place he succeeded the most but also failed the most.
That's my chair.
He bought that chair after the first big sale he made. An act celebration but also for self preservation because he knew how long he would sit in that chair and wanted to feel comfortable. Sure, he jerked off in it, but that was when he needed to unwind… or if he was tempted to secretly look at the videos that Amber had sent him.
That's my wife.
Amber just let out long moans every time she was praised and giggled at the more humiliating comments. Bill should have felt anger. He should have felt betrayed by his wife, debasing herself for their ugly neighbor. He certainly had those emotions, but one emotion seemed to blot out everything else: arousal.
Bill was totally enthralled by the scene in front of him.
What had him most aroused was seeing his wife act so slutty. He hadn't seen Amber this compliant yet. Ball licking seemed to be a spiritual experience for her, not simply an act of service for Jack. Amber was totally in the zone doing this, like when Bill looked at her focused at the gym. She kept a steady movement of her head: back and forth, up and down, diagonal criss-cross.
What has her so deeply in this state? wondered Bill.
"Okay, slut," came Jack's voice from the screen. "Remember what we did this morning?" he asked, cruelty in his voice.
Amber shivered and nodded but didn't stop her attention to Jack's balls.
Jack lifted one leg planted his heel on Bill's desk. His other leg went up to lazily rest over the other arm of the chair. He adjusted a lever and leaned back to fullest extent – the back was now close to horizontal.
"Ahhhh, okay, Amber," sighed Jack. "Down. You. Go…"
Amber's head went lower as her mouth passed below Jack's balls. Then lower so that her face was obscured by Jack's leg. Then her chin appeared below Jack's thigh. Her face was right between Jack's butt cheeks.
Finally, Amber's chin extended down, her mouth open.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK?!?!?!" gasped Bill.
Amber's head moved forward, into Jack's ass.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck, Bill. I know you haven't done this in here."
Bill watched helplessly as his wife lapped at Jack's ass. One hand grasped his thigh while the other remained between her legs moving her plug, slowly. Her head moved up and down in an exaggerated motion as though licking the world's nastiest ice cream cone.
What the fuck- what the fuck- what the fuck… played on constant repeat in Bill's head.
He felt disgust, deep in his stomach. Never, not ever, had he thought of Amber eating his ass, let alone their neighbor's. Amber was out of control. Jack was out of control.
Bill's heart pounded into overdrive. The thumping had returned to his ears. His eyes were glued to the screen.
Amber's movements became wild, like she was going into a frenzy. She had abandoned the slow movements of her plug. She now focusing on a fast in and out motion. Her head moved quickly up and down, and side to side. She started to move away every so often, pausing her licking to spit directly into Jack's ass.
"Mmmmmm, I can't believe you got me to do this, daddy," she cooed between licks. "It's just so fucking nasty!"
LICK. LICK. SPIT.
"You like this, Bill?" Amber addressed the camera
SPIT. SPIT.
"Is this what you imagined?"
LICK. LICK.
"All those months jerking off here and I could have done this with you."
SPIT. SPIT.
"You just didn't know how to convince me properly."
What the fuck- what the fuck- what the fuck… the throbbing in Bill's ears was the loudest yet. He was starting to sweat from his brow.
"Do you like when I do this, Bill? I've become your personal nasty pornstar!"
LICK. LICK.
"How many pornstars do you think do this, though?"
SPIT. SPIT.
"Feel your cock! I bet this has you hard!"
LICK. SPIT.
Bill obeyed Amber's instruction.
"Oh, fuuuuuck!" he moaned to the empty room – his cock was as hard as any point during that evening.
He was so frozen by the scene playing out before him that he didn't notice how aroused he was. This was the most depraved thing he had ever seen Amber do and it was with their fat neighbor. This was all because of him and his sick fantasy. Bill was torn between horror and arousal. Disgust and excitement. He felt hot shivers run up his spine. He could feel his dick as hard as ever. Pleasure seemed to buzz its length, from tip to root.
Fuck, is this what Jack feels? wondered Bill.
"Enough talk, slut!" Jack interrupted and pulled the lever on the chair that adjusted the seat. He slid forward so that Amber face was buried in his ass. Amber's head started to bob steadily back and forth.
"Fuuuuuuuck!" Jack yelled. His hand went into overdrive, stroking his cock. "Keep going, slut! Use your tongue! Tongue my ass!"
Bill could tell her tongue was now extended as was making long "ahhhhh" sound. Each time her head drove into Jack's ass she made a slight gagging noise.
"Fuuuuuck! Bill!" Called Jack to the camera. "This is fucking heaven, buddy! You've got to get Amber to do this for you – I won't teach you the secret to convincing her, though! Haha!"
He ended with a laugh. Amber joined in, a giggle joining the obscene chorus of gagging and "ahhhhh". Neither of her hands were playing with herself now, both of them were placed on Jack's thighs to give her better control over her frenzied kissing, licking and tonging.
"Okay, buddy. Time to put you out of your misery." Jack's hand sped up the stroking on his cock as he looked down at the top of Amber's head.
"Slut!" he roared. "Kiss my asshole, slut. Kiss it now!"
Amber's long "ahhhhh" turned into a series of smacking noised as she puckered her lips.
MWAH. MWAH. MWAH.
"FUUUUUUUCK, get ready!" Jack gasped.
He jerked upright to tower over Amber. One hand furiously stroked his cock while the other roughly grabbed the hair at the top of Amber's head and jerked her into place at the tip of his cock.
"OWWWW" cried Amber as she was forced into position.
"FUUUUUUUCK!" Jack bellowed. "HERE IT COMES!"
Pain forgotten, Amber started a stream of encouragement, "Cum for me, daddy! Please! Cum in my husband's office! Cum sitting in his chair!"
Jack roared as the first stream erupted and shot over her head on the floor close to the camera.
"EEEEEEEE! NO, JACK! ON MY FACE! KEEP CUMMING! KEEP CUMMING ON MY FACE!"
Bill didn't see where the remainder of Jack's pumps landed but they must have been on target given Amber's gleeful cries,
"YES, DADDY! THANK YOU, DADDY! I'M BILL'S WIFE! BUT YOUR SLUT! LET ME WORSHIP YOUR COCK!"
Jack let out one final jerk and slump back down. His head flopped back to rest on the chair. His chest heaved with each breath.
Amber crawled slowly over to the camera. As she got closer, she came into more light and turned into focus. Her face was covered in Jack's cum. Several streaks extended from her forehead over her eyebrows and down to her upper lip.
Amber looked down and noticed a pool of cum on the ground – the first spurt Jack let out that had missed her. She scooped a wad of it in her fingers and pushed them to her pursed lips.
She blew a kiss to the camera.
"This is just a little overture for what we did this weekend, Bill. Today is the Saturday before our anniversary – tomorrow comes the big surprise…"
The camera turned off and Bill was left alone in the empty room. Waiting.
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