Loving Leverage

[brunoone]

For the time being, this thread is closed to little_golden and myself, though we'll need other players soon. Gentlemen are welcome to drop me a private message stating their interest -- then wait for an invitation, please.

The allure of younger women is college teaching’s greatest perk and its greatest danger. A pretty student visits her professor’s office. Suddenly he’s on the fulcrum between opening her mind to the wonders of his academic discipline and opening himself to a sexual harassment suit.

And yet, Brad – silver haired in his forties – had walked that perilous tightrope with a coed half his age. If theirs had been an affair merely of poetry and picnics, it would have been risky enough. But he had led her to dark places; places that could have cost him a job; her, a reputation. The sex was scorching, dangerous, a catalog of erotic extremes.

Bold, edgy physicality anchored them both before and after the wedding. The heat of black trysts rendered them immune from whispered May-December criticisms. But sex was a single dimension of something richer. He wrapped her in a lover’s passion, a father’s protection, provision’s security, authority’s power, and the primitive animal appeal of a survivor.

Brad wasn’t trying to catch her at anything. Nothing in the two years they’d been married sounded warning claxons. Indeed, she aroused in him everything but suspicion.

He’d simply come back for his reading glasses. And overheard her end of a damning conversation. As he understood more of the call’s content and meaning, heartsplintering shock froze Brad to the middle of the kitchen floor. She walked in, the wireless phone against her cheek. A male voice in the earpiece called her name into the room’s heavy silence: “Mona? Mona? You still there, baby?”

Moments passed with only the clock’s loud ticking. As the second hand swept the face of the dial, Brad’s mind zoomed down a dozen corridors: jealousy, anguish, revenge. But where he lingered last and longest was the surprising avenue of… leverage.

“Who was that, darling?” he smiled in a calm baritone. First, he was in a place to demand details. Then, he was in a place to use them.

 

[little_golden]

OCC ... Sorry for the delay... My computer has been insane on me... But it's reformatted and XP reinstalled... and so on... I'm hoping it wasn't my motherboard too! I lost my first post when the system crashed Friday on me.

I'll post soon.....

 

[little_golden]

Mona lingered on the big four poster bed as she eyed herself in the big mirror on the far wall. She was a lovely angel. Her body was made for sin, but her mother had brought her up to be a prime and proper southern bell. Unfortunately, she hadn't grown up rich and when she was just a babe her daddy had run off leaving her mother in an awful mess. But that was a long time ago and since then the shy, prime and proper Miss Mona Fay had come along way.

Really, she was still like a newly wed to Brad, the smart sophisticated college professor who had acted as her father, mentor, lover and then finally husband. She had never expected to marry the handsome professor, and if he hadn't made the first move nothing would ever have happened. Thanks to the bottle and a half of red wine they had consumed at a local restaurant, when she returned to his house for "coffee" the confident Brad had great delight in introducing the beautiful busty virgin to love making.

Mona never fully appreciated how sexy and good looking she truly was. At twenty-one years of age, she stood 5'6, and caught a lot of male attention with her trim slim curvy figure, 36E-20-34. Her over sized breasts caused a lot of jokes, stares and giggles that typically caused Mona to turn beet red. They were so big in high school she had avoided playing any sports, and kept away from the school swimming pool. Mona was easily teased, and her big boobs, though awkward and big, were graced with a pair of the biggest, hardest and most sensitive nipples. Her nipples stood up in a cool breeze or whenever she blushed. At the slightest sexual arousal or nervousness on Mona's part and her big hard nipples would be crushing at the fabric of her top. Her learned response had been simple - wear a lot of baggy clothes and to try not to get notices.

Mona never self-focus on her huge breasts overshadowed her ability to realize that when she wore the right clothes the boys were equally quick to check out her tight firm ass. With her short curly red hair, fair skin, and bright green eyes a lot of boys on campus were looking both short term and long term in her direction. Growing up and maturing so early had made Mona too conscious of herself, and she had a habit of pushing people away so she was never really close to a lot of men or women.

It was at college that the cute professor had been so nice to her. He had been patience and built a relationship up slowly. Once they had been lovers there had been no stopping them. Once she had finished her undergraduate degree, the professor had popped the question and now they were man and wife.


Mona has head over heels in love with Brad. She would have done almost anything for him. In some ways we were opposites. He was outgoing, popular with crowds, worldly, fun and easy to talk with. He had a convincing charm about him so that he was instantly liked and people wanted to please him. For her, she needed a few drinks to get comfortable, and then a few to relax and by that time, with her low tolerance she was giddy and ditsy and subject to Brad's whims. She only did really stupid things when she was drunk and Brad pushed her. On their honeymoon night, at Brad's dare, she had gone down the floor of hotel completely naked to get ice. But that was now a funny story they shared at parties which of course embarrassed her even more.

Mona never realized that a lot of the men who met her didn't care that she wore an expensive diamond ring. Some wanted a quick fuck while others wanted her as a mistress or a live-in girlfriend. She was naive and didn't see the way men plotted and played games. Even some of the women in her life, like Brad's mother, X-girlfriend, a few of the women professors seemed to scorn Mona.

It was the early afternoon when the cable guy called back a second time to see if Mona was alone so that he could come by to check the cable and install the new sports channels she had asked about. She thought he was being so nice to wait until Brad was away so that Brad wouldn't be inconvenienced by his visit. It never dawned on that he shouldn't be calling her "baby". She wanted to surprise Brad by adding several new sports channels to their cable package.

Mona was visibly nervous as Brad appeared from nowhere so she cut the call short. Of course her nervousness was evident in the white t-shirt and blue jeans she was wearing. Her nipples when huge which Brad might assume meant sexual arousal by the caller on the phone.

"Oh ... oh that was no one" Mona tried to explain away the call.

 

[brunoone]

Dungeons and Dragons

For most men, smiles and frowns were a function of mouth. But the suspicious scowl Brad turned on his little wife was solely the smolder of phantom blue eyes. Their gaze wandered down her body, as if mapping its contours anew. For a moment, he stared at her ample breasts, areolae shining stiffly through a t-shirt she’d taken from his drawer. He read the dark rose circles like twin barometers of passion and, of course, assumed a connection to the phone call.

Brad shot forward and took his wife by a wrist. He striding forward, she moving back, the pair of them tangoed her shoulders roughly to the wall. Jaw set, he loomed above her, dangerously quiet in his anger. Mona wanted to say this was the man she’d seen in the dungeon. But there, in the locked basement room, he wasn’t angry. Controlling. Determined. But not angry.

Mona’s wide eyes of innocence opened their widest the night he’d first taken her there. To her own astonishment, she followed him willingly, returning again and again over the months of their courtship. At his leading, she graduated from bondage to whippings, from temperature extremes to clamps and squeezing. Clearly he took his greatest delight in medical play and stretching. Sometimes, his attentions targeted that eye-catching bosom. As often as not, however, he made no apologies for a persistent interest in her ass.

The dungeon was but a sliver of their lovemaking. Yet it showed her both a rapacious, red-eyed demon and an adoring romantic sharing the skin of the man she would marry. He was an impossible paradox to untangle or explain. Especially on the nights he demanded the most of her body, he seemed most tender in his demeanor.

She panted, wearing only exertion’s glaze of sweat; spread-eagled on a table, plied with medieval “toys.” That’s when he sang to her, or lovingly kissed the sweetest pillow talk into her ear. It was then -- when her most private flesh stung with his lust – that his fingers fanned her hair and the adoration in his words flowed earnest and eloquent.

Truly, Brad’s Sadism (which is to call it by its rightful name) scared her. But it also appealed to her as exotic, flavored with the adult spices of experience. It starkly distinguished him from the drooling boys who had ogled her since middle school.

Mona looked fearfully into his eyes. She wished now for the dungeon-dweller. Not this Brad. This man was truly angry. “Who was that?” he repeats with signature control. “I heard a man’s voice, Mona.”

It’s easy to think Brad a short-fused, jealous man. But only those with fortunes can fear the loss of their wealth…

 

[little_golden]

Mona had no idea what was running through the suspicious mind of Brad. She trusted him completed. Hadn't she let him teach her about her dungeon an all he strange little toys he liked to use on her. At first his sadistic desires had been a turn off but over time, she knew his little dungeon games always lead them to great sex. He had assured many times that it was normal and that all married couples did it. He told her it, it was a secret of being successfully married.

Wasn't he older and more wise in these things. She let him guide her and teach her. She was a willing student. Most of what he had taught her was about "letting go", "trying new things", and "just step out of your normal bounds". In the past it had mostly been in the privacy of their home. But in the last few days he seemed to want to push it further than ever. He wanted to drop her off in the red light district dressed as a hooker. He promised to circle round a few times and then pick her up. She'd pushed it off til Friday, but tonight was Friday.

Today he looked half crazed at her and she wasn't sure why. She was breathing heavy and her voice was full of nervousness and tension. She was lying to him, but she thought it was okay since it was a little white lie. He'd be happy when the new channels were installed.

Brad spoke in a serious and threatening tone:

“I heard a man’s voice, Mona.”

Mona had no idea what he had heard so she continued with her lie.

"Just a wrong number honey", Mona persisted her legs moved as she shifted her weight from leg to leg.

"Why you home so early? Don't you normally have an afternoon class on Friday's?" Mona asked in a soft sweet voice.

 

[brunoone]

“Mona... I know I’m easily old enough to be your father, but my hearing’s not gone yet. I plainly heard him say: ‘when does your husband get home?’.”

The flesh of her wrist whitened under his grip.

“You know I intend to whore you out… but that’s on my terms, bitch.” He’d taught her to hear even the harshest of words as endearments. “Bitch,” in particular, served them as the most intimate of pet names.

“As for being home early… I cancelled class. You know what a special night this is likely to be. Though… it may take some time to find a suitable… partner. Are you ready?”

A familiar lump rose in the left leg of his rumpled khakis. He pressed it against her hip, perhaps as further restraint against the wall.

He was sending mixed signals: both of lust and of stern jealous disapproval.

 

[little_golden]

Mona wasn't sure if he was serious or joking. He was squeezing her hard enough but at the same time talking about sex. Was he simply working her up for a night in the dungeon. Maybe he'd forgotten the other plan.

Brad snapped back in nasty mode as he questioned Mona more intensely:

“Mona... I know I’m easily old enough to be your father, but my hearing’s not gone yet. I plainly heard him say: ‘when does your husband get home?’.”

"Ouch.. your hurting me" Mona whined as he tightly squeezed at her wrist.

"It was nothing .. just some salesguy.... wanted to sell us stuff.... But I said no .. he persisted so I said he should call sometime my husband is home" Mona tried to explain with a straight face.

Brad seemed to have an evil smile as he told Mona:

“You know I intend to whore you out… but that’s on my terms, bitch.”

"You still want to play out that little fantasy... You know... I'm a little nervous... You said you were going to pick me out an outfit.... What if you get a flat tire and I spend a few hours on the street... or what if the cops pick me up or some crazy John" Mona tried to appeal to his more reasonable side.

The way he said "bitch" both scared her and excited her. He liked to call her "bitch" and "pussy". At first it had bothered her but now she was used to it. Sometimes it actually made her feel more horny when he talked dirty to her.

He explained:

“As for being home early… I canceled class. You know what a special night this is likely to be. Though… it may take some time to find a suitable… partner. Are you ready?”

"Yes... I'm ready... You pick out the outfit.... But I thought you were picking me up?" Mona questioned nervously as she took in the new twist.

 

[brunoone]

Wardrobe

“You’re right, of course, bitch.” He leaned close and licked an upward stripe from her chin to her nose, crossing the point of her lips at right angles. “There are too many variables. Dark as my appetites are, I treasure my little girl a bit too much to abandon her to the dangers of the street. That’s why Steven’s coming here.”

His lips were even behind a manicured goatee as his eyes plumbed hers for response. The air between them hung heavy with implication for a long, silent second before he pulled her down the hall. Much smaller than he, Mona was obliged to follow her wrist. Her husband walked away with it in tow.

Her mind raced through a yearbook of their acquaintances. Steven… Steven… Friend? Student? Stranger? Who was Steven?

Brad searched an armoire and laid a dress across their bed. Nothing fancy: a sunny cotton print that cinched her waspish waist, emphasizing the outward spread of her breasts, the perfect flare of youthful hips. No bra. Thankfully, her breasts were pert to the point of gravity-defying buoyancy.

No panties. He didn’t approve. It might be accurate to say he didn’t allow them. The monthly exception to the rule he made for her period demonstrated just how closely he followed her body’s clock. There were days Mona felt her husband knew her lunar calendar even better than she herself.

A sudden hand on her cunt startled her from the business of counting out her cycle. Brad squeezed her through the denim, his hand a possessive grappling hook that focused her eyes back on him. “You’ll wear this. No more.” He bent and tapped the corner of her lips with the tip of his tongue. Mona’s lips parted with a kind of learned surrender and their lips met full on in a kiss of considerable warmth and passion.

She squirmed against his hand, not attempting escape, but to shift the pearl of her gender beneath his thumb. A moan echoed in the moist cavern of their conjoined mouths.

Steven. It finally clicked. From the gym. An occasional racquetball partner of Brad’s. Not quite ‘the missing link,’ but a man whose brawn spoke louder than his brain.

The kiss ended with a light but decisive gasp. His hand faded from her crotch to tap her ass. “Get dressed now, baby. We’re entertaining company soon.”

 

[little_golden]

Mona sensed that Brad was more than a little uptight and grouchy which she assumed meant he had a hard day of teaching his college students. She knew there was a lot of politics. Brad often told her how tough it was and often she would help him ease the stress bu vigorous sex or a good massage.

Tonight she was being submissive. She didn't want all his pent up anger in her. Mona had decided she'd go along with his games and try to be more "playful" and "risk taking" as Brad continually recommended to her. Several times he had suggested that only "frigid" women were afraid of new sexual games and adventures. Mona sure didn't want the label of being "frigid".

Brad snapped her back to reality as he told her:

“You’re right, of course, bitch.”

She didn't dare move as he leaned close and licked an upward stripe from her chin to her nose, crossing the point of her lips at right angles. She felt goosebumps across her body and a shudder went through her. Mona knew he was hot and horny. It scared her a little since she knew that Brad "wanted to play".

Brad spoke so confidently as he told her:

“There are too many variables. Dark as my appetites are, I treasure my little girl a bit too much to abandon her to the dangers of the street. That’s why Steven’s coming here.”

Mona had a puzzled look on her face. Brad was never worried about her safety before. He had always wanted her to try to "live it up on the wild side". He was the first one to push her for a few extra drinks and then the first to try to goad her into a little stripping or something wild and crazy.

Brad easily towed Mona into the bedroom. Her mind raced through a yearbook of their acquaintances at the college.

Steven… Steven… Friend? Student? Stranger? Who is Steven? Another college professor? Mona had no idea who the Steven person could be.

In the bedroom Mona watched as Brad searched her armoire and then laid a plain sunny white cotton print dress across their bed. Looking at it, Mona was a little surprised he didn't opt for a teddy or some other piece of sexy lingerie. This little white print dress seemed so plain though she knew it fit tight on her body. Little did she realize how well it showed off her natural beauty.

It was typical that Brad didn't lay out any panties or even a bra. He always talked about Mona having a natural look. To him, it was his decision that she shouldn't wear panties or a bra. She had always thought he wanted her to look more fashionable and modern.

Mona was about to change into the little white print dress when Brad impeded her effort by pressing his hand against her jeans effectively pressing against her sweet pussy. It was a power position he liked to use on her. She could feel him squeezing, his hand hand seemed like a possessive grappling hook. All she could do was helpless watch and let him have his way.

She considered asking for panties and a bra since she had never met Steven and wanted to make a wholesome impression but Brad cut her off before she dared ask:

“You’ll wear this. No more.”

To her surprise Brad then moved in for a French kiss but instead tapped the corner of her lips with the tip of his tongue. As she parted her lips in surrender assuming he wanted a long lingering French kiss, he pressed his lips harder and darted his tongue in her mouth with great heat and passion.

Mona could feel the heat rising in her as he pressed his hand against her pussy through the jean material. His tongue continued to probe her mouth and she waited nervously trying to figure out whether Brad wanted sex right now with her or if he was wanting for this mysterious Steven. In the back of her mind, she couldn't figure out why he had abandoned his red light district idea. It was just like Brad to pass up his fantasies so easily.

That's it... It must be Steven .... the guy that Brad knows from the gym.... Brad plays racquetball with him from time to time at the college recreation centre.... He's a big muscular man.... not so bright.... but he's big enough that no one would bother him.....not exactly handsome or even good looking Mona thought secretly as she tried to mentally connect the dots in her life with Brad.

Brad ended the kiss, and slowly Brad removed his paw from her body. As he tapped her sweet rear end with his hand he told her:

“Get dressed now, baby. We’re entertaining company soon.”

"Isn't Steve married? I thought his wife worked for the college administration? Wasn't she in Student Financial Aid or something?" Mona quizzed Brad.

Trying to hurry she pulled off her over sized t-shirt and then her tight designer jeans. Looking in the mirror she smiled at herself since she knew she was pretty. She figured she was the luckiest woman in the world to have landed a successful, smart, and handsome man like Brad.

"My breasts are so big!" Mona mumbled as she stared at her own naked reflection in the big mirror. True enough her huge breasts were a trademark for chatter around the campus about her. Behind her back she had a great number of nicknames.

Once naked, she slowly lifted the white print summer dress and slipped it over her head.....

 

[brunoone]

As the descending dress effectively blindfolded her, Brad leered at Mona’s reflection in the mirror above their dresser. “Yes. Your breasts are big.” His eyes narrowed with a lusty audible sigh. “I don’t know if he’s married or not. On the court, in the locker room, he’s only ever mentioned girlfriends.” Standing behind her, his large palms wandered warmly over the bare cheeks of her ass.

Brad chuckled. “Ah the locker room.” His right hand followed the line of her hip forward. “He’s quite… impressive there. I think you’ll be… challenged.” Brad lightly licked her jugular, almost as if he intended to bite it. Instead, he straightened slowly, nuzzling his way upward.

“Tonight’s the night, baby.” He kissed the rim of her ear. Her arms floated downward and with them, the dress. He pulled the form-fitting garment over the cunt he shaved with his own straight razor.

“I’m really going to do it tonight, Mona.” Brad hands were horny. But his words were earnest and his tone clear and sober. “The other times – a flash of fishnet stockings at the bar, slap and tickle with a stranger on the dance floor, coy hot tub games and wide-eyed requests for sun tan lotion – they’ve only been rehearsals for tonight, little girl.” His fingers spidered outward across her lower abdomen. Brad clasped his wife to the throbbing granite in his rumpled khakis. His voice lowered a dangerous half-octave. “I’m really going to open you tonight. No drinks, no Spanish Fly.” Their unblinking gazes met on the mirror’s sliver surface. “Tonight… I’m going to let another man fuck you.” Exerting unmistakable ownership, his hand lowered to crush the dress against her mound. All volume vanished from his voice; only a whisper remained: “And you’re going to submit to it… for me.”

 

[little_golden]

Mona was caught surprised as she worked the little print dress over her head, Brad had made a few of his comments to her:

“Yes. Your breasts are big .... I don’t know if he’s married or not. On the court, in the locker room, he’s only ever mentioned girlfriends.”

She pulled the dress down and then felt Brad using the large palms of his hands to toy with the bare cheeks of her sweet rear end. Mona wanted to push his hands away so she could finish getting ready but knew that Brad would likely take another suck fit if she did. Instead she just smiled and accepted it as Brad's appreciation and love for her.

Mona was becoming more nervous as Brad started to explain things a little more to her. He seemed to chuckle as he explained:

“Ah the locker room.”

She felt his right hand on her hip.

Mona listened as she tried to figure out who this Steve was.

Brad went on in a boastful comedic voice:

“He’s quite… impressive there. I think you’ll be… challenged.”

"Is he really that big... You know Brad I don't like huge cocks.... Yours is big enough for me.... " Mona very honestly explained to Brad. She was very nervous about the whole idea. It didn't feel right to her. There had been times when Brad had her pretend in a bar or in public to be a flirt or even a cock tease but he had never made her follow-through. This time Brad seemed to have a scheme going. He seemed almost happy about it. Somehow he was going to benefit by it but she couldn't figure out how.

"Brad!" Mona called out in with a smile on her face, as Brad lightly licked her jugular, as he pretended to bite it and then instead nuzzled against her.

Split personality or something.... He was so mad before... Now he's happy and playful..... Mona thought secretly but didn't dare share her true thoughts.

Brad was beaming with a smile as he told her:

“Tonight’s the night, baby.”

He seemed to be affectionate as he kissed the rim of her ear.

Mona moved her arms ensuring the tight little print dress was fitting in right spots. He big breasts were straining at the fabric. Her nipples were tight and were poking hard at the soft fabric. By looking at the print dress, the light color made it obvious that if it got wet it would likely be completely transparent.

Brad gave an extra tug to the bottom of the dress and the dress was even more form fitting and tightened on her huge breast as the bottom of the dress now rested tightly mid-way on her bum and just barely hiding her shaved pussy.
Mona was nervous and uneasy. The dress was showing more than she liked. With no panties and no bra, even curve in her body was in display. This wasn't a dress that she'd normally want to be seen in.

Brad interrupted her thoughts as he announced:

“I’m really going to do it tonight, Mona.”

"Do what honey?" Mona asked naively. She now half expected Brad to pull her into the nearby bed and start a long night of sweet lovemaking or hard fucking depending on his mood. She could sense that Brad was horny as hell.

Brad seemed to be in child like glee But his words were earnest and his tone clear and sober as he told Mona:

“The other times – a flash of fishnet stockings at the bar, slap and tickle with a stranger on the dance floor, coy hot tub games and wide-eyed requests for sun tan lotion – they’ve only been rehearsals for tonight, little girl.”

Mona could feel goose bumps spreading across her arms. Her nipples were growing harder as the realization that Brad was very serious.

I think he means it ... I don't know if I can through with it.... I can try to reason with him... No he'll flip out.... He'll tell me it's no big deal... At 21 he probably screwed dozens of girls... At 21 he's been the only man in my bed... I can't let him know I'm afraid.... Mona mentally worried.

Brad slipped his fingers across her lower abdomen. Mona took a big gulp of air as she tried to calm herself. She could feel her heart beating faster and felt a little dizzy at the thought of making love to anyone other than her husband.

As Brad pulled her closer, she felt his rock like hard-on and toyed for a split second that Brad was only kidding. He was trying to make her horny for a little sex. She was about to laugh it off when Brad lowered his voice and explained:

“I’m really going to open you tonight. No drinks, no Spanish Fly.”

"What do you mean?" Mona asked half innocently and half knowing that he was now painfully serious.

In the big mirror their eyes locked, as he held her form tightly ass he told her:

“Tonight… I’m going to let another man fuck you.”

Mona felt a shudder between her legs. It had been an instant reaction to the crude reality that Brad was serious. Then Brad lowered his big hand and forced the little print dress against her mound. She was very hot.

He pushed for her cooperation as he asked her nicely in a whispered voice:

“And you’re going to submit to it… for me.”

Mona was shocked that he was actually asking and not telling her. She figured it was just a test. She knew the right answer. She knew what he wanted her to say.

"Sure Brad.... If that's what you want your bitch to do... If it makes you happy and satisfied" Mona replied in a soft whisper of a voice. She held back her true feelings and resisted the urge to cry like a baby.

"Where is he going to fuck me? Do we go out first?" Mona asked as he needed to get some details to figure this out.

"Is he coming her to pick me up? Are you coming too or do you want me to tell you about it later? Am I to seduce him or he is in on it too?"

 

[brunoone]

Simmering there under his lust, Brad still entertained suspicion. He still couldn’t explain the phone call he’d overheard. And he still didn’t quite believe his wife. But reading Mona’s body like Braille with the talons of his hands, he was willing to set it aside… for now. Tonight’s business wasn’t revenge or inquisition; it was mad, hot sex.

Brad hardened to his full length of nearly three-quarters of a foot, a dimension his wife routinely found difficult to accommodate. He flexed his cock against her ass, thinking with a sly grin that Steven would handily exceed him by inches. “However big he is, Mona, I expect you to take him.” He rubbed near her navel, imagining Steven would penetrate her at least to that depth, though he said nothing more specific about the man’s length or girth.

Brad wanted badly to believe her trembling naïveté was no act. He wanted to see in her eyes the same sophomore that once looked up from the third row of his classroom. And since his dick was now firmly in charge of thinking – that’s precisely what he saw.

“Steven’s coming here. I was quite candid in my invitation. It’s not a date. He’ll arrive in about half an hour. I’ll be here for it. For all of it. Coaching you through it.” He knew when she asked ‘where,’ she was inquiring about location: alley, hotel, or cave. But he was smart and coy, saying, “As to where he’ll fuck you… I couldn’t say. Though, if he has an appetite for anal, you’ll find it difficult to sit tomorrow.”

 

[little_golden]

Mona was feeling panicky and needed answers to try to sort out this sexual mess she was falling into. She saw his hard on and knew that Brad was excited by this type of game playing.
She could feel him pressing his engorged member against her rear end as he told her:

“However big he is, Mona, I expect you to take him” as he rubbed near her navel.

"Would that make you happy? You want to see big Steve in me?" Mona pushed back meekly trying to make sure she was clear on what Brad was asking.

Brad further explained as she waited for Brad's next advances:

“Steven’s coming here. I was quite candid in my invitation. It’s not a date. He’ll arrive in about half an hour. I’ll be here for it. For all of it. Coaching you through it.”

"Are you peeping through the keyhole?" teased Mona as she tried to diffuse the tension building in herself.

A shudder went through Mona's body as Brad explained to her:

“As to where he’ll fuck you… I couldn’t say. Though, if he has an appetite for anal, you’ll find it difficult to sit tomorrow.”

"Not the ass.... You know how tight my ass is" Mona started to plead and negotiate with her husband Brad.

"Are you sure about this honey?" Mona asked nervously.

 

[brunoone]

Not Avon

Brad slipped a hand around her throat. It was a gesture which often connected them, at the same time commanding and endearing. Her jugular beat like a tom-tom against his life line. “I’m very sure about this, bitch,” he sighed hotly over the rim of her ear. “Make no mistake, sex is no spectator sport. I’m not going to merely watch. I’ll be near you. All the better to see him… to help him stretch you open, baby.”

Though they both expected it, the doorbell’s ring startled them. “That’s him, of course.”

Her eyes shimmered with mute apprehension. Brad turned his wife toward him, carefully stroking her windpipe. “I expect the best of you with Steven,” he said soberly. “It would be… embarrassing if I couldn’t count on your obedience tonight, baby.” He lightly kissed her forehead. “Please make sure that – if I ask you to do something – I don’t have to ask twice.” He tried not to make it sound like a threat, but the difference in their ages gave nearly all his instruction a paternal undertone.

Brad cast a final, approving glance up and down his mate’s well-formed body. His hand slid from her stately neck to her wrist, where it closed in a kind fist. “C’mon,” he said through a proud smile, kissed her cheek, and ushered her to the front door.

 

[little_golden]

Mona always hated it when Brad slipped his around around her delicate throat. It was as if he was threatening to kill her. There was no loving gesture it but a simple reminder that Brad saw himself as in charge and that she was his property.

Brad seemed to hiss as he told her:

“I’m very sure about this, bitch!” She could feel his hot breath on her ear and it made her shudder slightly.

He continued on leaving no doubt in her mind that tonight she was going to fucking this stranger so that Brad could get his rocks off or fulfill some secret fantasy that he had.

Her blood froze as he told her:

“Make no mistake, sex is no spectator sport. I’m not going to merely watch. I’ll be near you. All the better to see him… to help him stretch you open, baby.”

Brad had always told her that she had a wonderful tight pussy. Tonight he was talking about stretching her. He had teased about wanting to double penetrate her. She considered if Brad was really up to that.

"DING-DONG!!!" the doorbell shattered the moment.

Mona had serious doubts about whether or not she could go through with the evening as planned out by Brad. It was a small college community and if people found out and started to talk... Well she'd never be able to show her face in town again or on campus.

Brad interrupted her panicky thoughts as he stated the obvious:

“That’s him, of course.”

Mona felt threatened as Brad stroked her windpipe threateningly as he told her:

“I expect the best of you with Steven! It would be… embarrassing if I couldn’t count on your obedience tonight, baby.”

"You sure about this honey....Why Steve?" Mona blurted out.

Brad didn't answer he lightly kissed her forehead and made his thoughts real clear:

“Please make sure that – if I ask you to do something – I don’t have to ask twice.”

"Okay... okay Brad... I get the picture.... I fuck him... Do whatever he wants.... You watch and pleasure yourself...." Mona replied in a testy bitchy voice. Her adrenaline was building with the knowledge that some stranger was going to fuck her and was so big that Brad figured he's stretch her pussy.

Mona grabbed a brush and gave her hair a short red hair a few more strokes and then gave it a soft mist of hair spray to keep it all in perfect place. She pulled on the dress, making it a little lower on her big breasts but covering her lower body a little more so that her pussy wouldn't be the first thing he'd notice.

She watched as Brad cast a final approving glance up and down, before he slid his big hand from her throat to her waist.

Mona could his excitement as he told her:

"'C’mon,”with a proud smile, before kissing her cheek, and ushered toward the front door.

Mona felt awkward and shy, but she pulled the big front door open to greet their guest........

 

[brunoone]

The door opened and Steve filled most of it. Beneath a tailored black tee shirt and crisply pleated khakis, his gym-hardened body tapered from broad shoulders to slim waist. His face, ruddy with sun, split with a smile as Brad extended a hand of welcome. “Hey, buddy! Thanks for coming!”

“Like I’d miss a chance to—” stepping into the house, words abruptly failed him. He saw Mona clearly for the first time. He’d seen pictures, but many of the night’s worries melted standing there in the foyer.

Brad played “connect the dots.” “Mona,” he said theatrically, “this is Steve. You remember seeing him once or twice at the club?”

She nods mutely. “It’s good to…” not a sentence she can finish, so she tries another. “Won’t you come…?” Nope. Not that one, either. Finally, she offers a trembling hand. Steve takes it between fingers far larger than hers or her husband’s.

“Thank you for having…” his turn to blush to a brief silence. Every attempt at speech seems a new mine field for double entendre.

Brad corrals them to the living room, Mona sticking magnetically to his right arm. Steve squeezes into an armchair at a right angle to the couple in their loveseat. Composed, the professor begins. “Steve, I really appreciate your willing boldness, tonight. I guess this could be awkward at times, but… here you are.”

Steve’s brown eyes meander over Mona with contained hunger and Brad was aware of the drift in his attention. “Lovely, isn’t she?” He softly pinched the point of her chin, then moved his hand to rub between her shoulder blades.

“Mona, we all know why Steve’s here. Why don’t you greet him properly, sweetheart? On your knees… between his legs.”

 

[little_golden]

Mona's eyes went wide as the front door opened and this magnificent muscular man named Steve stood there. He was hulk like with his body and her first instinct was the man was likely all brawn and no brains. A very big opposite to college professor husband. He was neatly dressed in a tailored black tee shirt and crisply pleated khakis. His bold looked chiseled to perfection through work out and weights.

Her husband shouted out:

“Hey, buddy! Thanks for coming!”

Steve spoke quickly in reply:

“Like I’d miss a chance to—”

To fuck your friend the professor's wife... Mona thought to herself as she mentally tried to assess the man's hand's and to guess at massiveness of his cock.

Her husband spoke up: “Mona .. this is Steve. You remember seeing him once or twice at the club?”

Mona simply nodded. Yes she had seen him. He was a college senior. Someone had said that he was training for the olympics.... He was huge on campus.

Mona started to speak and nervously stumbled with her words: “It’s good to…... I mean... Won’t you come…? .. Ah” Giving up on words she offered her trembling hand to Steve.

As he shook her gentle small hand, he spoke then blushed:

“Thank you for having…”

Mona led the men to the living room. She wasn't sure what to expect or how Brad was going to get them up to the bedroom. She was going to go slow and easy and let Brad and Steve set the pace. In the back of her brain, she prayed that Brad was just kidding, just teasing her and putting her love to the test.

Mona held Brad's right arm when they arrived in the living room. She watched as Steve squeezed into an armchair at a right angle to her and Brad as they in turn sat in a red loveseat.

In a straight matter of fact voice Brad put his cards on the table as he calmly explained:

“Steve, I really appreciate your willing boldness, tonight. I guess this could be awkward at times, but… here you are.”

Steve seemed pleased and eager to get on with it. Mona could sense him mentally undressing her and likely fantasizing of how he'd fuck her. Maybe he already planning how he'd brag to the guys in the locker room. Brad broke her train of thought as he announced:

“Lovely, isn’t she?”

Mona felt a little bit more like an object than a wife as he softly pinched the point of her chin, then moved his hand to rub between her shoulder blades. Mona was definitely nervous and was resisting the urge to flee from the room.

Brad cut through any bullshit as he announced:

“Mona, we all know why Steve’s here. Why don’t you greet him properly, sweetheart? On your knees… between his legs.”

Mona bit her lip with the forwardness of her husband.

"Brad... Maybe he wants a drink or something to loosen up first...." Mona started to explain but seeing the flash of anger on her husband's face, she quickly dropped to her knees on the floor. On her knees and looking up, Steve seemed enormous.....

"Where do we go from here?" Mona asked ina soft sultry voice. From his vantage point Steve could see Mona's enormous cleavage.

 

[brunoone]

First Contact

“Wow,” said Steve, swallowing audibly. Not the most brilliant observation, perhaps, but an apt one. It was one thing to see Mona on Brad’s arm, the professor’s young trophy wife; another thing entirely to see her kneeling, framed by Steve’s vascular thighs. The Olympian shifted in his chair, a mythically-proportioned ridge snaking down his trouser leg.

Brad watched as his wife’s eyes flickered -- first, fearfully, to the young man’s crotch – then, pleadingly back to her husband. He touched the back of her head, as if to soothe her. “It’s all right, baby,” he said softly. “Give our guest a sweet cocksucker’s kiss.” Steve stirred again in his chair, trying to not look as lusty as he felt. But a change in his posture added equal parts authority and desire to his eyes and posture. He couldn’t quite decide where to look: at Brad, his benefactor, for permission? At Mona’s ample bosom for inspiration? Into her eyes for assurance? He bit the corner of his lower lip and stretched a hammy hand toward her left shoulder.

The first contact of their bodies was electric. He imagined he felt hot fear telegraphed upward through his forearm and bicep. Fingers spread like winter molasses around the ball joint of her arm. The pace – maddening in its formality – tightened each of his sinews. There were rules, polite protocols that governed the sharing of a man’s wife… but who wrote them? Who knew them? And how long could they keep him from breaking propriety’s bonds and merely ravishing the girl at his feet?

His fingers actually trembled as she leaned forward…

 

[little_golden]

Mona felt mixed emotions as she looked up at Steve from the floor.

His words were reassuring to her ego, as he announced in a soft tone:

“Wow”

Looking up at Steve, she felt his lust and apprehension. She wondered what her
husband was thinking and doing as she stood before another man. Mentally she was trying to prepare herself for a new first. The first time with a man other than the professor her husband.

Confused by the motions running through her mind, she turned back to look at his face to see if this was just some cruel joke or test. It was a pleading look she gave to her husband as if to be relieved of the task, though she was terrified to ask. She knew Brad had dark moods and was physically intimidating.

Brad touched the back of her, almost pushing her face towards Steve's body as he told her in a confusing reassuring voice:

“It’s all right, baby... Give our guest a sweet cocksucker’s kiss.”

Steve's hand gently dropped to her her left shoulder. His arm was heavy and strong and she knew this man was experienced with woman. No doubt Brad had probably hand picked him "to teach her" something new and "something different". She fully expected to be Steve's student during the lovemaking or raw sex that Brad had planned out for them.

As she touched his knees with her small soft fingers, she felt his large rough fingers sliding across her shoulders and then under her arms. At any moment the big man could pull her up or reposition her. She was ready for him to start pawing at her in the manner that Brad always like to do. She wondered if Steve would simply rip off her clothes and fuck her or would he be slow, gentle, seducing and charming. Did Brad want her to be the nervous blushing bride or the sexual tramp that he always seemed to be working her towards.

"Do you like my big tits?" Mona tried to ask in a sexy seductive voice. Though it was obvious she was very nervous.

"You know, you can touch them....." Mona smiled as she looked straight into his eyes.

OCC Computer is fixed. Sorry for the delays.

 

[brunoone]

Steve’s hand slid from her shoulder over the northern hemisphere of Mona’s right breast. His fingers were slow, but his eyes flickered with the nervousness of a man illegally crossing an international boundary. He gave Brad every opportunity to object, but the professor only smiled with a patient nod. “Go ahead, Steve. They’re as good as they look.”

Like the ribs of an umbrella, Steve’s hand spread to cover the perfect globe of flesh. “Man,” he shook his head in gentle disbelief, swallowing. “That’s… awesome.” He squeezed it like the bulb of a child’s trike horn, only much, much slower. Steve had been a chest-watcher since puberty. He’d even felt more than his share of breasts. But these…

A magnetism drew his right hand to mirror the left. There was in Mona a tension of beauties: both firmness and softness; both not too big and not too small; both youthful and full. Though, as Steve’s broad thumbs rubbed her nipples to hard life, he thought of her tits merely as “perfect.”

“Anything?” he asked, cautious and incredulous.

“Anything,” Brad affirmed, his eyes warm with wickedness. Fingertips aimed his wife’s face at Steve’s crotch. It was impossible for her to miss the size of a lump, straining hard against the pleats of his pants.

Large fingers tightened, digging into the cotton dress like padded grappling hooks. “You ever been ass-fucked?” Steve doesn’t mean to be blunt. In fact, there’s a disarming, almost oafish goodwill in the simple question. “I mean… you got the whole package… T and A,” he grins.

“My filly’s going be… a little skittish,” Brad apologizes for a modesty he actually enjoys. “But,” Mona’s husband continues as if trying to convince himself, “nervous as my little bride may be, she will be obedient.” Beneath the calm of his voice lay a determined edge she knew meant business. “Show him, sweetheart. Kiss his cock… show Steve I don’t have to ask you a third time.”