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As I walked the distance between our two houses, the implications of what I’d just done struck me like a bolt of shame-filled, slutty lightning. John and I had discussed sexual fantasies before, but it was usually him talking about all the nasty, dirty things he wanted me to do, or have done to him. I was much too embarrassed to voice any of my real fantasies. John was big into sexual humiliation and, without even really thinking about it, I just went with it.Now, after masturbating more in the past twenty-four hours than I probably had in my entire life, I not only treated him like the bad boy in need of punishment that he so desperately craved, but I was proudly strutting across the highway to show my neighbor her soiled panties with my husband’s love-cream saturating them. I’d only known her for a couple of days, but I was already mired in her deviant world of sexual debauchery. She was infectious, contagious, and I felt the warm glow of confidence vibrating throughout my core.I’d left Christy and her dreamboat of a husband, Glen, by the fire less than an hour ago. For some reason, I needed her approval, thinking that if she approved, I could continue on the path I’d chosen without remorse, guilt, or slut-shaming. As I struggled with the incredible idiocy of what I was doing, I rounded the bend in their driveway, bringing their spacious backyard into view.She was topless, grunting and growling like a Valkyrie, a sword in her hand. Glen was also armed, defending himself against her, a huge, roguish smile on his lips.“Unggh,” she grunted under the exertion as she swung at him. “You want her, don’t you?” He parried and riposted. “I saw you staring at her perfect tits. You, aargh, mmph, want to fuck her, don’t you?”I watched, finding the entire scene somehow erotic. At first, I somehow thought that they were actually fighting, but it quickly became evident that they were just fooling around.“She isn’t into me,” he said. A flurry of blows, clangs, and clunks followed as he launched a dizzying display that resulted in her losing the grip on her weapon. It spiraled off to the side, landing near the fire. “She’s just being nice.”Christy bursa escort laughed at him, smiling. “You need to show me that move. Look, honey, as a woman, I can honestly say that women don’t stare at you with longing, hang on your every word, and lovingly gaze at that mutant monster you call a cock because they’re being nice.”She retrieved her fallen sword, smiling at me as she noticed me. “Let’s ask her, then, since she’s standing right there,” she pointed, “and nervous about something.”I just stared at her in dismay, a very slight nod reflexively betraying my innermost thoughts. “I… I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “I just did something I’ve never done before and wanted your advice…and…well…maybe approval.”Glen chuckled and thrust his sword into the ground, bending forward as I desperately tried to not stare at his perfect butt, and poured me a fresh glass of liquid. “Mead?” he offered.I took it and chugged down a good bit of it. It was sweet and tasty, unlike anything I’d drank, before.“So, what’s on your mind?” Christy inquired. I chugged the rest of the honeyed alcohol, nodding as Glen refilled my cup. His bare chest was slightly shimmery with sweat. It made me want him. I wondered what was wrong with me; even his sweat made me horny for him.I launched into what I’d just done with John, holding up the sticky, ruined panties as proof of my slutty debauchery. During the entire conversation, my eyes darted back and forth between her amazing, bare breasts and her sexy husband. Although I’d just orgasmed, I felt the need for more welling up inside me. Maybe it was the mountain air or something; I was quickly becoming just as horny as my neighbor.As I finished, she drew near and plopped herself on Glen’s lap, her beautiful breasts less than an inch away from his mouth. Pulling his face to her chest, she moaned as he sucked on her nipple, then turned to me. “I’m so proud of you. Way to go, asserting yourself like that and fulfilling his fantasies. But why are you here and not at your house getting pounded into oblivion?”“But he just shot his spunk all over your panties,” I held them up. “He’s done for the night.Glen laughed; Christy wagged her bursa escort bayan finger at me. “Nonsense,” she said. “You just gave him what he fantasized over, without him begging. I guarantee you that he’s primed and ready for more.”“Yep,” Glen chuckled. “Take my moon and stars, here.” He cupped her breast as she moaned in response, her hips humping over that massive bulge in his pants. “No matter what she says or does, she drives me wild,” he paused and gave me an extremely horny, devilish look, “as do you.”Fuck, I melted.I stood. “If you’re wrong, I’ll be right back here.” I trudged away, smiling at their good-natured laughter.“See?” I heard Christy tell him. “I told you she wants you. She has Glen Fever.“Sprinting back home, I’d barely made it to the foot of the stairs before I heard my husband. The quiet of the countryside seemingly amplified his impassioned moans and rhetoric.“Oh yeah, I’m a bad boy. Punish me for wanting to fuck that sexy piece of ass next door. Make me cum in her panties. You’re such a fucking hot mistress, Lyn. You make me hard. Beat me; treat me like the worm I am.”Like a stealthy ninja, I ascended, tiptoeing to the bedroom door. Opening it slowly, I saw my husband laying back on the bed, a pair of my panties wrapped around his erect penis.“So you do want to fuck her, you little pervert. Am I not enough for you?” My tone was authoritative and stern.He bolted upright, a gasp escaping his mouth, cutting off his stream of self-debasement and moans. “Honey, I, I thought you were out walking. I’m so sorry, I just…”“Quiet, maggot,” I snapped. “You will only speak when spoken to, do you understand?”“Yes, Lyn.”“Who?” I stomped my foot. “Yes, who?”“Yes, ma’am.”“You will call me ‘Mistress’ from here on out.” He nodded. “I didn’t give you permission to stop stroking that little cock of yours.”“Yes, Mistress,” John said, smiling broadly.“Now, since you still haven’t learned your lesson…”I paused and stripped out of my shorts. He watched me, stroking his actually-decent penis, as I pulled Christy’s cum-soaked panties over my pussy.“You will lick me to orgasm through the redheaded slut’s panties while stroking your little escort bursa wiener. Is that clear?”“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”I straddled his face and lowered my dripping cunt to his face. “Now lick me good, and try to find my clit this time, you pathetic little maggot. Keep stroking that cock, but, if you cum before I say you can, I’ll beat you with your own belt and make you wear it to work tomorrow.”My husband’s entire body shook as he eagerly sought to obey me. His tongue was hot and supple, with extra sensations added to his oral efforts due to the coldness of his cum and the material of the panties.“I just talked with Christy,” I confessed. “I showed her what mess you made of her panties. She said that I can keep them to reward you with if you behave and obey me.”“I love you.” His voice was muffled by my pussy humping his lips.Without hesitation, I reached back and flicked his testicles with my fingernails, laughing at his whimper. “No talking unless I speak to you directly. Now, suck my clit and make me cum.”He remained quiet, this time.“You’re right, you do need punishing.” I ground my pussy into his face, enjoying the feeling of the fabric sliding over my pussy lips as he did his best to lick my clit. “I’ll tell you what, you can fuck her, but only after I have.”He groaned and shuddered beneath me.“You’d better not fucking cum, you worthless worm. If you shoot your load before I permit you, you’ll be in for discipline that I guarantee you’ll hate.”Although I wanted to draw it out, his excitement gave his oral skills the extra something they needed. “Ah, yes, keep licking. That’s it, right there. Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum. Aaah, fuck, yes.”I came so hard that I could feel my pulsating pussy muscles shooting my cum out of my hole and onto the panties. Contraction after contraction washed over me, possessing me. I collapsed forward, grabbing the headboard, and humping his face with wild abandon.“You did adequately, slave.” I couldn’t help but giggle a bit. “Now, for your reward.”I tore off my neighbor’s panties and wrapped them around his shaft once more. Stroking him up and down vigorously, I plunged my mouth over the head of his cock, sucking on it and swirling my tongue over the meat as I bobbed my head up and down as far as I could. Since he’d already had one orgasm, he lasted longer; almost three entire minutes this time.

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