Reversal of Fortune

by An Awful Cad ©2008

MF, MM, FF, MFF, Oral, Anal, Wife, Cheat, Mast, NC, Reluct, Non-Human

Chapter 3

The following tale is part of the series “Reversal of Fortune.” Each of the parts can be read independently, although together they tell a broader story. I hope you will enjoy this one and elect to read the others as well.

Disclaimer: It’s porn. Don’t read it if it might offend you, if it's illegal for you, or if you have an actual or mental age of less than 18.

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The line stretched out the gates to the antechamber. Dozens of women. Some young, some older. Some in swimsuits, some in lingerie. Many were naked. And there were the uniforms: nurses, cheerleaders, lawyers and nuns. Most were gasping in the oppressive heat, wiping sweaty brows and fanning overheated bosoms. No one seemed surprised at the smoldering sulfur pots or the oily black smoke which perfumed the air. I ran my eyes along the line where it snaked toward the foot of my throne.

Near the head of the line, about five back from the front was a hot young milkmaid. I slammed the butt of my pitchfork on the ground, producing a bolt of flame which silenced the chattering crowd and captured everyone’s attention.

“You!” I barked gruffly, pointing at her with the jagged trident. “To the front!”

She stepped cautiously to the front of the line.

“Stand there.” I commanded, pointing to a spot just in front of me and to the side.

Oh man, she was gorgeous. Deliciously young, fresh and ripe. Perfect natural breasts. Not overly large, but perfectly shaped, firm and virtually begging to be sucked, pulled and bitten. She had flawless dewy skin and a flat, hard stomach which flowed into an enticing valley between her legs topped with a well-trimmed patch of golden curls.

I grunted in pleasure as the familiar feeling of desire coursed through me.

“Nice tits,” I said harshly, “now rub your cunt.”

She reached down and began to probe her downy pussy with one hand, feeling cautiously for the tenderest spots.

“Two hands!” I ordered impatiently. “Put one in your cunt and fuck yourself and rub your clit with the other one.”

She flinched at the cruel tone, but brought her other hand down and obediently inserted two fingers into her pretty pussy, splaying her swollen lips out to either side. She began rubbing her clit, too, rubbing in deliberate, firm circles around the swollen nub.

“Harder! Rub it harder.”

She seemed to expect this and began sawing her hand faster and harder across her inflamed clit. I observed how, with two hands in her crotch, her arms were pushing her tits together, causing the perfect orbs to jiggle and shake with every movement. I looked at the depraved spectacle of the innocent young woman frigging herself furiously and dancing the solo jig of passion in front of me. It was exactly what I needed. My cock began to inflate like a carnival balloon.

Soon it stood up straight -- an angry missile, jutting proudly from between my muscled, hairy thighs, glowing with heat and power. As red as a tomato, throbbing malevolently, the cock practically demanded attention. I didn’t have to look far.

There, in her customary spot on her knees between my legs was my neighbor Sherry, naked, with her eyes cast down at the floor. Formerly an ordinary soccer mom, and casual partner in suburban driveway chit chat, she was now little more than a cum-bucket, a servant to my rampant libido, a series of compliant orifices to be used at my whim. I grabbed a fistful of her matted black hair and pulled her face up and without so much as a word impaled her on my jutting spike.

There was a sizzling sound and then a sweet rush of pleasure so intense it crossed my eyes. In a corner of my blurred vision I noticed the milkmaid writhing in pleasure, furiously twisting her nipples and pounding her clit as she teetered on the edge of climax. The sight of her frantic passion fueled my own desire, and I decide to enjoy the show a while longer.

“Stop!” I roared at her, producing a belch of flame.

“You.” I pointed to the thirty-something librarian at the front of the line, naked except for her horn-rimmed glasses.

“Turn around and get on your knees.”

She complied at once, presenting me with her fleshy ass.

I turned my gaze back to the sex-addled milkmaid.

“Sit down, there.” I instructed, nodding at the prostrate librarian.

The young girl cautiously straddled the librarian’s back and carefully lowered herself onto the older woman’s pelvis.

“Now continue.”

The girl eagerly resumed strumming her clit and squeezing her flushed and sweaty breasts. In her overheated condition she quickly ascended the slope towards orgasm, so I interrupted her once more.

“Put that one in your ass.” I growled pointing to the hand mauling her tits.

She moved her hand, first to her dripping pussy, where she coated her fingers with her slippery liquids, then to her pretty pink asshole, which she swabbed with the viscous fluid. She tapped at the tiny hole several times, before gaining purchase with her finger tip. The fingers on her other hand were furiously flying over her engorged clit and she let out a loud hiss as she wiggled the one finger deeper into her anal canal. With a moaning shudder she lost control and tipped over the edge of lust.

The surrender in her eyes as she succumbed to the simultaneous pleasures of the finger burrowing into her ass and the abuse of her overheated clit was all it took to push me over the brink and trigger my own eruption. I felt the fiery seed pour forth into Sherry’s sucking mouth in several burning spurts.

When I was finished injecting my cum into Sherry’s mouth, I looked down at her. Sherry’s cheeks bulged and she was breathing heavily through her nose as she sat obediently in front of me. I nodded at her.

“You may dispose of it now,” I rumbled. “Give it to Harvey.”

Harvey. Sherry’s husband. My lip curled in contempt just saying his name. I had thought of him as a pompous asslicker from the first time I met him. But since I had enslaved his wife and made her my sex toy, I found that now he was only a mild annoyance.

Harvey obviously heard his name, because my asshole suddenly felt empty as he removed his tongue and crawled out from his spot under my throne. His mouth hung open and his dirty tongue stretched out, eager for his meal. Sherry turned her head with a practiced twist and inserted her mouth in Harvey’s, depositing the precious load there. When she pulled away a sticky strand of cum trailed across his chin and a hot flush of anger instantly coursed through me.

“Lick it up!” I thundered, steam literally blasting out of my ears. “You fool!”

His tongue snaked out and attempted to retrieve the wayward scum, but was only partially successful. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, my tail uncoiled from behind me and reared towards Harvey striking him in the face with the flat side of the pointy tip. Harvey recoiled in surprise and shock, and I heard myself screaming “No, no, no” as the malevolent tail continued to bludgeon Harvey about the head and shoulders.

Shockingly, Harvey began to bleat like a sheep as the writhing red prong probed now at his side, jabbing deeper and deeper into his flesh and tearing out large chunks of tissue with each strike. The barbed tail left raw gaping pits behind, revealing the meat inside which was startlingly red and smoldering slightly at the edges. The acrid smell of charred flesh wafted up to my nose, causing a shiver of revulsion. Still, the tail seemed to have a mind of its own, attacking repeatedly and without mercy. His distress cries grew louder and louder with each piercing jab and between the plaintive bleating and the oily smoke, all the air seemed to be sucked out of the room. My vision blurred and my head began to swim. The shrieking reached an ear-splitting crescendo as the room and everything in it dissolved into a shapeless gray fog.

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I sat bolt upright. The alarm clock squealed like a leaky balloon until Lisa rolled over and slapped it with a practiced hand to start the snooze cycle. Without missing a beat she gathered the covers around her and rolled over to go back to sleep. I was wide awake and my heart was pounding. Our bedroom was gray and calm. Outside, a few birds cheerfully announced the expected arrival of the sun. My damp, clammy skin told a different story. I looked at Lisa sleeping peacefully. What had happened? Was that me? Was I different? Had I sprouted horns and a forked tail? Did Lisa sense what I had become?

Only a few hours earlier I had experienced the culmination of my recent transformation. I had experienced the awakening of an element of my personality that I wasn’t aware existed, and apparently was still coming to grips with.

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Through a mundane set of circumstances, I had recently taken control of Sherry and Harvey, my neighbors from across the street, enslaving them psychologically and sexually. At first it was simply opportunistic. The opportunity to get back at my pompous neighbor and have my way with his compliant wife fell in my lap, so to speak. I mean, what would you have done? But to my surprise, I found that once I had a taste, I craved more.

After repeatedly dominating Sherry, the previously chaste suburban housewife and mother, and introducing her to an increasingly depraved series of sexual humiliations, I reached the zenith (or nadir) of my transformation when I brought Harvey, her blowhard jerk of a husband into the mix and made him watch and even assist as I bent Sherry compliantly over the arm of their own couch and ruthlessly fucked her previously virgin ass. It was incredible. I loved it. I had indulged my darkest fantasies and had my way with the hapless Cohens.

But this latest episode hadn’t been just opportunism. No, I had made it happen. What did that say about me?

After the initial scene I called them both into the kitchen. They were a sight. Sherry walked slowly and unsteadily, whether from wobbly legs or sore asshole, I couldn’t tell. Her dark hair was tousled and askew, covering much of her flushed face, but she did nothing to brush it away, preferring to hide behind the dark veil. Harvey attempted to look nonchalant, but he couldn’t make eye contact with me or Sherry. For my part, I felt alive in a way I never had before – that I had unlocked a door to a secret chamber that contained some previously hidden part of my soul.

“Anyone thirsty?” I asked casually.

I opened their fridge and took out a big jug of water. Unscrewing the cap, I took a long swig directly from the bottle.

“Sherry, want a drink?” I asked.

She peered out cautiously from behind her loose bangs and shrugged affirmatively. I took another swig and leaned down to give her a deep kiss and pass the water into her mouth. She was initially surprised and I felt a good bit of the cool liquid run out of her mouth and drip off her chin onto her naked torso. Recovering her composure, Sherry adjusted to accept my offering, and our tongues sparred as she swallowed my mouthful. I made sure Harvey had a good view of my hand mauling Sherry’s breasts as we continued our deep French kiss.

Coming up for air, I took another deep swig from the bottle and held it out to Harvey.

“Want some?” I asked, wiping my chin.

Harvey stared at the bottle, scarcely able to conceal his disgust.

“What? Are you waiting for a kiss too?” I spat at him.

Harvey flinched visibly at the implication.

The bag of carrots I had previously used to inaugurate Sherry’s reluctant anus still lay on the counter, including the offending instrument itself.

“Who’s hungry?” I asked coolly. “I’m famished.”

I pulled a fresh stalk out of the bag and took a big bite.

“Sherry.”

I handed her another fresh carrot and she took a big bite too.

“Harvey.”

I handed him the one that had been up Sherry’s ass. He looked at it, unsure. From where I sat it looked normal, but up close? Who knows? Could he see the shit streaks? Smell the funk of his wife’s ass; sense the slight coating of butt juices? He took a big bite, showing no sign that he recognized the taste of his wife’s ass on the cool vegetable. I looked at Sherry. She stared at Harvey in fascination.

“Hold it right there Harvey. Don’t move.”

Harvey froze with the carrot protruding from his mouth.

“Okay, now grab the carrot with both hands.”

He complied, hesitantly. He made a lewd image, apparently fellating the carrot.

Sherry had a wild gleam in her eyes and her nipples were clearly hard. Seeing her arousal, I noticed that my cock was tingling with renewed energy.

“You know Harvey, I’m feeling like another round. You’d better get in there and clean her up. I don’t want any sloppy seconds, even if they are my own.”

Harvey looked at me incredulously.

“Come on Harvey – now!

“No way!” he bleated in panic. “Why would I do that? You already threatened me and, and... and fucked my wife. Why should I let you torture me like that? What else can you do? I don’t care who you tell.”

I fixed Harvey with a steely glare. I don’t know where it came from, but suddenly I knew exactly what to say.

“You’re right, Harvey. I already fucked your wife in the ass, and I think we both know that I’m going to do it again, and you can’t do a thing to stop me because she wants it. Wants it bad. In fact, you’re going to help me. You’re going to do whatever I say, because I’ll tell you what I can do Harvey that would make it worse. I could kick you out of here – send you to the other room so you can’t be part of this little game. You want it worse than her. We all saw how excited you got watching me, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to miss out on any of this action.”

At that I gave Sherry a sharp slap on her ass with my open hand, producing a satisfying crack. She jerked in surprise and a handprint bloomed on her pale cheek.

“Sherry, lean forward,” I commanded.

Sherry complied, lying flat across the kitchen table.

“Now spread it.”

Without hesitation, Sherry reached back and pulled apart her plump soft buns, revealing her crinkled pucker. It had resumed its tightly closed shape, but appeared slightly red and raw around the edges.

“More!” I bellowed, and Sherry pulled harder on her ass cheeks, producing a slight gap in the abused orifice.

“Now push.”

I could see Sherry’s stomach muscles clench and her asshole spasm.

“Again!”

This time the writhing of her sphincter produced a single pearly drop of wetness which emerged tentatively from her tightly-stretched anus like a worm after the rain.

“There,” I barked at Harvey, “get in there and clean that up. I want it nice and shiny clean for my cock.”

This time Harvey was overcome by his fascination with her violated portal and sank to his knees between Sherry’s outstretched legs. He placed his palms on her fleshy rump and leaned in towards her gaping crack. I could clearly see a shudder of revulsion pass through his back and quiver his shoulders. But he leaned in closer and touched his tongue to her pussy. He didn’t hesitate and immediately used the flat of his tongue to swipe the length of her crack – passing directly over her dewy pucker and cleaning away the creamy discharge.

“Very good!” I said, genuinely impressed. “Now get in there and really scour her out. Get your tongue up in there and get every last drop. I want to see her asshole shine!”

Harvey bent to his task and was as good as my word. He rimmed Sherry’s tortured anus furiously, teasing forth another drop of my spunk as her sphincter slowly relaxed under the pleasing onslaught.

Then Harvey stiffened his tongue and pushed it firmly into her ass. He made surprising headway, plunging into her rectum until his tongue was fully seated and his chin bottomed out against her crack. I could see his jaw working as he pistoned his tongue inside her anal sheath, scouring away my recent deposit. Sherry moaned in helpless pleasure as Harvey’s tongue plied the depths of her ass. I’m not sure who was enjoying it more.

The depraved sight now made me shiver involuntarily. It was a rush. A hit right into the vein. And my main vein was fully hard.

“Nice work. Now step aside.”

Harvey stumbled slightly as I pushed him away from Sherry’s ass crack and stepped into his place. I admired her dilated pucker and circled her slick sphincter with my index finger.

“Hand me that,” I said to Harvey, pointing at an oil and vinegar salad set on the window sill next to him. He daintily picked up the whole set by the loop in the top and swung it over to me. What did he think I was going to do with the vinegar?

“Just this part. Put the rest away,” I said, taking the oil.

I poured the oil in a thin stream over her asshole and watched as it dripped down her pussy lips.

“Just adding a little oil to the salad you tossed” I explained casually. Then I jammed two fingers deep in her ass with one smooth stroke. Sherry grunted, and I could feel her sphincter bear down reflexively on the intruders. But the tight ring quickly relaxed and I began rhythmically pumping her oily asshole, spreading my fingers so that every upstroke caused the wrinkled edges of her sphincter to stretch and pull away from her body. Soon her anus was blooming like a spring rose.

I pulled my fingers roughly from her ass, eliciting a slight gasp from Sherry and grabbed my stiff pole. I gave it one stroke to spread some of the slippery oil and slid my shaft into place between her cheeks. Now it was Sherry’s turn to shiver as I butted the head of my cock against her ass hole. I leaned forward and slowly but forcefully drove the length of my pipe up her chute in one motion. Sherry groaned plaintively as my shaft plumbed the depth of her colon.

Her tone changed to a hissing “Ooooooh…” as I slowly withdrew from the clutching grasp of her ass.

I drove forward again slowly repeating the process while Sherry cooed and keened like the finest Stradivari-ass.

“Come closer,” I ordered Harvey. “Did you ever think you would see this?”

I pulled my cock from Sherry’s abused asshole. After two violations in less than an hour, it gaped open, greasy, red and raw. I plunged my shaft back into her ravaged ass and delivered a few rapid-fire thrusts which set the table and her generous cheeks shaking. Harvey stared transfixed at the place where my root entered his wife’s bowels. His face was blank but his focus was clear. I yanked my cock out and waved it in Harvey’s general direction. I laughed out loud as he opened his mouth reflexively, prepared to take my dirty cock in.

“Very good Harvey,” I laughed. “You want to show us what you can do with that mouth of yours? Is that it? You want to show us what you can do with this?”

I taunted him with my soiled, throbbing cock.

“I don’t think so. Not today. I think you’d like that too much. Don’t you think Harvey would like that, Sherry?”

Sherry looked at me, cross-eyed with lust, and nodded, slowly.

“Uh huh,” she grunted with surprising authority, making me think that she’d like to see that herself.

“Yes, I agree. The little cocksucker would like that. No Harvey, you can show off your cock sucking talents some other time. Now’s not the time, so you just kneel there and watch.”

I set up a pattern, alternating between pumping my cock into Sherry’s plump ass in rapid fire strokes and pulling it out to tease Harvey with the sight of my engorged tool and Sherry’s yawning anus.

Her ass felt absolutely incredible molded around my dick, and I reveled in the clutching heat of my new toy as I stroked in and out. I was surprised at how quickly my climax came on. I fought it for as long as I could, but when the end became inevitable, I yanked my cock from Sherry’s ass and turned toward Harvey as my twitching cock suddenly exploded, firing a blast of molten sperm directly into his face. Another blast caught him right in the neck, and his hand clutched at his throat in a gesture of surprise.

I turned back to Sherry and slid my convulsing cock back into her gaping chute. I pressed in deep and enjoyed the feel of her spasming colon milking me through the last few paroxysms. All too soon I was done.

I staggered away from the table, pulling my cock from Sherry’s ass with a noisy slurp. I gasped for breath, stunned by the intensity of the illicit ass fuck, and surveyed the scene.

Sherry lay limply sprawled across the table, seemingly drained of all energy. Her hair was askew and her skin was flushed and mottled with sweat and my handprints. I looked underneath the explosion of hair and caught a brief glimpse of Sherry’s eyes, not glazed and vacant as I expected, but seemingly bright with an emotion that looked a lot like triumph.

* * * * *

The buzzer went off again, and this time Lisa groped for the switch to shut it off and stumbled off to the bathroom. Soon I could hear the shower running as Lisa cleansed herself before the start of the day. I felt guilty at what I had done, and by how aroused I had become thinking of it. Could I wash away my own filth, or was this what I had become? I was shocked and horrified at what I had done and the depth of the depravity that had come out of my soul, and especially the ease and joy with which I had imposed it on my neighbors. But I also felt a sense of pride that started as just a warm glow in my stomach and swelled as I relived the previous day’s events until I burst out with an audible laugh as I remembered Harvey unwittingly eating the carrot that had been the instrument of his wife’s anal de-virginization.

I lay bolt awake and listened to the birds chirp to greet the new morning as I sorted through my feelings. Then I had an idea. Slowly, I began to form a plan. A plan that would set everything right.

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Later that afternoon I phoned Sherry and told her that she was late for her daily servicing and that she needed to come over right away, which she did. Sherry looked extremely nervous, since this was the first time in all the time I had been dominating her that I had phoned and ordered her to appear.

“Should I, um, undress?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes, of course,” I spat.

I watched her strip with business-like efficiency. As they always did, my spirits soared as each layer was peeled away and first her undergarments then her pale soft flesh came into view. This time, as she turned to put her clothes on a chair, her ass came into view and I looked at it with a whole new perspective.

Yesterday it had been a hidden treasure. An illicit thrill. An enjoyable bauble. Today it was – well, it was mine. And most of all, it was a passageway to her soul for me to use to give her the sort of rough love she desired.

She turned back around and straightened up for inspection, ready for her next task. I wasted no time.

“Come over here.”

Sherry came forward until she was directly in front of me, where I immediately guided her to her knees and thrust my swiftly stiffening dick in her face. She took it in without any delay.

With practiced precision she began rapidly sucking me in and out to bring me to full hardness, pausing only to deposit a big wet dollop of saliva on the end of my tool. When I was at full salute, I grabbed her ears and took complete control, steadily fucking her face. I plunged readily into her accommodating mouth, plugging her throat a little deeper with each stroke. I noted with some pride that she scarcely seemed to struggle to accommodate the intruder in her windpipe.

“You’re ready for the next step. You can do so much more. Yes, you’re ready for the next step, and I called you over to talk about it. Are you prepared to discuss taking the next step?”

Of course, her mouth was a little too full to respond. She looked up at me with her mouth stretched around my deeply embedded pole and nodded. Some sort of grunt emerged from her throat.

“Good. I knew you would be,” I said, tilting her head to capture her gaze.

While still looking directly in her eyes I began pumping my cock rapidly into the back of her throat, using my grip on her ears to pull her forward roughly with each stroke, impaling her ruthlessly on my skewer. I pulled back only far enough to gather momentum, never fully leaving her throat. I jack-hammered her trachea without pause for about thirty seconds, until she began to gag. When I withdrew my shaft it came out with a gasp followed by some weak sputtering.

“You may be surprised by what I’m going to tell you. You may even think you can’t do it. But I’m confident you’re going to enjoy it. And more importantly, I’m sure that I’m going to enjoy it.”

I set up a slow, steady rhythm, pummeling her esophagus with my cock as I slowly told her my plan. I wanted to make sure she understood the details of my instructions. At one point I stopped with my cock fully sheathed in her throat and asked her to blink twice if she understood. When I was convinced that she understood the plan, I returned to the rapid fire face fucking, pounding my cock into her mouth until I fired my come directly down her gullet and into her stomach.

I left the room without a word. Sherry let herself out.

* * * * *

The next day was Saturday. With the kids gone to a series of play dates and activities, Lisa and I invited Harvey and Sherry over for coffee, like any other suburban neighbors. We sat around chit chatting and sipping fair trade Nicaraguan dark roast. Harvey was like a teenager, silent and sullen, but I don’t think Lisa even noticed. It wasn’t that out of character for him, and Sherry more than made up for it. She chattered and flitted around with the nervous energy of a canary at a hungry cat convention.

For my part, I was tense and excited. It was an ambitious plan, and a big risk, and I wasn’t sure the plan would work. But more than that, I was amazed at what I was trying to achieve – at what I had become. It was a plan worthy of the Marquis himself, and I was amazed at my own need to expand my sexual dominion.

Just then the gardeners arrived for our weekly cut and blow of the lawn, and I called Harvey into the kitchen.

“Enjoying the morning?” I asked breezily.

“Whatever,” he replied, channeling his inner teenager

“The fun hasn’t even started yet. But don’t you worry, I’ve got an exciting morning planned, and I know you’re going to like it. Here’s how it’s going to go.

“Some time this morning, Sherry is going to give you some instructions. You won’t like what she tells you to do, but you’re going to do it, exactly how she tells you to do it.”

Unsurprisingly, he resisted this new degradation.

“What? Her? Why? I can’t do that!” he protested.

“Oh Harvey,” I sighed. “You can and you will. In fact, you’re not even going to say a word. If I hear so much as a whimper out of you, it will be the last role you play in this game ever again. You see Harvey; this is how I’ve decided it’s going to be. If you don’t like it, well, that’s your choice. I think you know what Sherry’s chosen. Of course if you’d prefer to be excluded from our fun, you can just go home and we’ll do it without you?”

I waited, but Harvey didn’t budge.

“I didn’t think so. Now go.”

I went back to the living room where Sherry and Lisa were chit chatting away.

“Ladies, sorry to interrupt. I’ve got to step out for a bit. I’m meeting a prospective contractor to see some of his work at another house. I should be back in an hour or so. I showed Harvey how to make coffee and he’s brewing a new pot.”

The women expressed their regrets but didn’t look too concerned about my departure, so I walked out, loudly slamming the door behind me.

I drove around the block twice and then parked next door so that I could sneak back into the house without being noticed. I let myself in the front door quietly. I tiptoed towards the living room, where I could hear the murmur of the girls’ conversation. Sherry was talking.

“Sometimes it’s good to give up control. I was with a man who appeared nice and normal on the outside. Who looks normal, but make no mistake, he’s always in control. He told me what to do – and I did it without hesitation. And he’s not nice at all. He makes me do terrible things. Things that I never dreamed I could do – still can’t believe I did – and yet afterward I felt completely like I have stepped out of myself in the best way. Expanded. Empowered.

“Harvey does that for you?” whispered Lisa, incredulously.

Sherry laughed out loud. “Hardly! No, he’s the complete opposite. A lap dog. Total bitch in fact. Watch this. Harvey! Come here.”

Harvey poked his head through the door from the kitchen.

“Coffee’ll be ready in a minute,” he said, hiding behind the door as if that would protect him from whatever Sherry was going to say.

“Come here!” Sherry ordered. She spoke quietly, but firmly.

Harvey slunk over to the sofa where the ladies were sitting, presenting himself in front of her like a petulant child.

“Turn around.” Sherry said, brusquely.

Harvey slowly turned around to look out the big glass window at the patio, where one of the gardeners was blowing leaves and dust off the surface with a high powered leaf blower.

“Go see him. What we were talking about the other day? Well, now it is the time. Show us what you can do. And make it good. All the way. So we can see.”

Harvey stared at her incredulously. I’ll give him credit; he didn’t make any outward protest, although he was clearly shocked. He stared from Sherry to the gardener, Oscar I think his name was, and back. Oscar was young and slightly built. About nineteen or twenty, long straggly black hair, dark skin, probably Guatemalan like his boss José, and wearing jeans and a black long-sleeved t-shirt which did little to disguise how sweat-stained and grubby he really was.

I noticed Harvey look around, as if for a last-minute reprieve, and then draw a deep breath, resigned to his fate. He trudged back through the kitchen and out the door onto the patio. It was silent in the room, except for the muffled roar of the leaf blower in the background.

The girls and I watched Harvey come into view and yell at Oscar. Initially Oscar didn’t hear him above the roar, so Harvey, rather comically, began to shout and wave his arms, which did catch Oscar’s attention. Oscar killed the leaf blower, took the battered, dusty headphones from his ears and looked at Harvey curiously.

We could see, but not hear the transaction take place on the other side of the glass. Oscar was initially obviously surprised and reluctant. He jumped back one step, causing Harvey to put up his hands in a gesture of surrender. Harvey said something. They appeared to be negotiating.

Oscar looked around suspiciously, and I could hear Lisa take a deep breath as he looked directly through the glass in her direction. I knew that the glare of the early sun would prevent him from seeing inside, and so did she, but it was startling nonetheless.

Suddenly Oscar moved to the side of the patio, behind a tall potted ficus and nodded at Harvey. I had a chill run up my spine. It was happening!

Harvey quickly took his place in front of Oscar and dropped to his knees. He pawed at Oscars stained jeans but Oscar brushed him off and efficiently unbuckled his belt and fly and quickly slid his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock dangle free. It was still soft and not tremendously impressive, but was rapidly hardening. It was enough to draw a gasp from Sherry.

“Oh my God,” she hissed, even though she was supposed to have ordered this.

Meanwhile, Harvey wasted no time. He plunged forward and captured Oscar’s tumescent prick in his mouth and began furiously sucking.

“Oh my God…” Lisa echoed as she watched through the glass while Harvey bobbed up and down on Oscar’s pole. Despite the action on the other side of the glass, the silence was eerie, like a gay silent stag reel from the thirties. Harvey did his best to please his audience, sucking with single-minded efficiency. Oscar closed his eyes and appeared to be concentrating very hard.

While they watched, Sherry began to touch herself. At first her hand dropped surreptitiously into her lap and began an inconspicuous rubbing motion on the outside of her shorts. But then, apparently needing more stimulation, Sherry reached under her shirt and began to caress her own breasts.

I saw her slip her bra down freeing one breast and, with hardly any pretense of modesty, crush the heaving flesh with her own hand. She gave a little moan as she tweaked her own nipple, and I saw Lisa notice Sherry’s activities for the first time.

Sherry saw Lisa notice her too, and turned to her with a wry smile. “I’m sorry. This makes me so hot. I hope you don’t mind. I just can’t help it. You should go for it too.”

And with that, Sherry began rapidly unbuttoning her shirt to expose her surging chest and bullet-hard nipples. At the same time she pulled up her skirt and plunged her hand inside her underwear and right into her hungry snatch. Sherry was following the script perfectly, but it didn't seem to be much of an act. Her enthusiasm was obvious.

“Oh my God!” Sherry moaned, “Look at that!”

Lisa turned her attention back to the patio, where Oscar was now thrusting his turgid cock rapidly into Harvey’s face, fucking his compliant mouth at will.

“That’s so hot!” Sherry moaned. She shimmied her panties down her hips and resumed franticly rubbing her greedy puss.

I could see Lisa watch Sherry, fascinated by both acts going on in front of her and not knowing where to look first. Then, it happened. Almost instinctively, seemingly overwhelmed by the display of raw lust all around her, Lisa raised a hand and began to paw her own chest through her shirt.

‘Oh my God,’ I silently screamed. It was happening! I felt a shiver pass through me with a jolt so strong it left a bitter taste in my mouth, like the time in the fourth grade my friend had dared me to lick a lantern battery.

“Look at him suck that cock!” Sherry blurted. “That little bitch. Have you ever seen anything so hot?”

Then Sherry gave a loud moan as she pulled her nipple out away from her body with a hard twist. Lisa’s mouth gaped in either shock or fascination, and Sherry caught her eye.

“Come on, join me – let’s do this together.”

Lisa tore her eyes from Sherry’s distended nipple and looked up her face. She placed both hands on her own breasts and gave an exaggerated squeeze. Sherry gave a broad smile.

“Yeah, that’s it. Do it. …Oh, yeah, that’s it!” Sherry screamed and thrust her hips lewdly in the air, exposing her steaming slit as she furiously rubbed her angry clit.

I smiled, recognizing the move from her many private performances for me. And yet, this was different. Although she was still responding to my demands, this performance was not pure sexual abandon released by my dominant control. No, she knew what she was doing. This had a purpose. Sherry had transformed into an accomplished seductress.

Lisa stared in awe at Sherry’s bawdy display and began to unbutton her blouse with one hand, while the other casually slid down into her lap.

Suddenly, Sherry jumped up and franticly wrestled off her shirt and flung it away. “I’ve got to get naked,” she moaned urgently. “Come on, you do it too.” She kicked away her puddled shorts and panties and was naked except for her little half-height tennis socks.

Lisa stood up too and continued to unbutton her shirt. As her bare shoulder and bra straps came into view, I realized I’d never been more excited to see my wife strip. Her shirt fell away, revealing her heaving chest and engorged nipples, which were visibly straining at the sheer fabric of her bra. Lisa also shimmied off her shorts, although she modestly kept her panties on.

Both women were standing, staring out the window in similar poses. One hand squeezing a tender breast, and the other between their legs delving into a needy pussy, together they watched the live gay sex show with eager abandon. I couldn’t help but compare the two women and revel in my good fortune.

Both were fine specimens of Southern California motherhood. Lisa was a little taller and more athletic, while Sherry was rounder and plumper. Both were long-haired brunettes, although Sherry was darker, almost black haired, while Lisa’s was a lighter, auburn shade. Despite her thinner hips and leaner form, Lisa had the bigger tits. I knew that without the bra, her tits would slump down her chest in a not unappealing fashion. Sherry’s tits were a small firm handful, and her prominent wine-dark nipples were getting a serious workout as she pulled violently on the swollen nubs and twisted them away from her body.

Sherry turned to Lisa and said, “Let me help you.” She reached out and grasped the clasp on Lisa’s bra and unbuckled it in one efficient twist. She pulled the straps down her shoulders and off in one smooth motion.

“Oooh, nice,” Sherry cooed as Lisa’s large tits came into view.

She reached out and slowly, almost reverentially passed a single fingertip over the side of one of Lisa’s breasts. Lisa shuddered at the feathery touch and her hand seemed to move a little faster inside her panties. Sherry continued her light, teasing caress, tracing the bottom of Lisa’s plump mound until she reached her sweaty cleavage. There she abandoned the tease and placed her full hand on Lisa’s tit, rubbing the smooth surface. At the same time she encircled Lisa’s straining nipple and captured it between her thumb and forefinger with a quick, vicious squeeze.

Harvey’s humiliating suck job was now forgotten as both women were consumed with burning lust. Lisa turned towards Sherry with her mouth open in a silent gasp and her eyes clouded with hunger. As if she knew it was going to happen, Sherry leaned forward and captured Lisa’s mouth in her own with a smoldering deep kiss. The two women embraced in a tit-crushing hug and Sherry’s other hand slid down Lisa’s back and came to rest on her panty-clad ass.

Lisa whimpered into Sherry’s mouth as Sherry slid her hand inside the back of Lisa’s panties and tugged the fabric tightly into her crotch. Lisa returned the embrace, and I watched in fascination as her hands groped for Sherry’s heaving chest. Sherry, meanwhile, was not content with using the panties to ravish Lisa pussy and instead thrust her hand inside the sodden panties and deep into her steaming hole. Even over Lisa’s anguished moans I could hear the wet sloshing of Sherry’s fingers as she franticly frigged Lisa’s hard clit and gushing cunt.

Soon the women were writhing like snakes, their hands roving over each other’s heaving breasts and from one sluicing pussy to the other.

And that’s when I walked in.

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Author's Note:

Thanks to my editor (Anonymous).

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