Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 67

"No," she panted. "My husband he always wants to, but I thought it would hurt!"

"What a bad wife," I said, slapping her ass. "You let me fuck your ass and not your husband

"I am," she moaned. "I'm such a bad wife. He always wants me to give him blowjobs, too, but I always say no."

"From now on, bitch, you do what ever filthy things your husband wants," I growled, rubbing my hand down her back. "And do it with a smile on your whorish facel"

"Yes," she panted. "I'll be a good wife from now on." Her orgasm rolled through her body, ass clenching on my cock.

I grabbed her purse and pulled out her cell phone, flipping through her address book while I fucked her slowly. "What's your husband's name?" I asked. "Jonathon," she answered, breathless. I found her husband and gave him a ring.

"Hey, cutiepie," Jonathon answered.

"This is Mark," I said. "I'm with your wife. I've been counseling her." I put the phone on speaker and sit it on the table. "Say hi to your husband"

A look of panic crossed Monica's face. "Hi, sweetie, she said, trying to sound casual as I started fucking her ass hard again.

"What kind of counseling," Jonathon asked, sounding concerned.

Your wife tells me she's had problems doing certain things in the bedroom," I said. Monica bit her lip to stifle a moan, "But, I've helped your wife understand that its her duty to do whatever perverted things her husbands wants. Right, Monica?"

"Yeah, Jonathon," Monica panted, her voice was thick with excitement as my cock reamed her ass. "I'm going to let you fuck my ass, or I'll give you blowjobs."

"Really?" he asked, sounding excited.

"Y-yeah, sweetie!" Monica gasped and then clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle another moan.

"Man, Mark, how can I repay," Jonathon said, excited.

"Your wife's already covered the payment," I told him, enjoying his wife's ass on my cock.

I love you, cutiepie," Jonathon said.

"Oh, I love you, too, Jonathan, Monica whispered and then she started to moan, her ass clenching on my cock. She quickly slapped her hand over her lips and as she came on my cock. Her other hand funbled to hang up the phone. "I'm such a bad wife!" she moaned as her orgasm continued to ripple through her body. "Such a terrible wife!"

My balls boiled and I shot my cum up her ass as her body shook. I gritted my teeth as I enjoyed her tight ass and my pleasure coursing through my body. Breathing hard, I pulled out of her ass. Monica continued shaking, her face in her hands and I realized she was crying. Guilt stabbed through me, and I beat it back down. You're above guilt, Mark. She's just an ant.

"Oh, god, what have I done," she sobbed.

I rubbed her shoulder. "You have nothing to fill guilty about," told her. "You came twice, right?"

She sniffed. "Yeah. I never came so hard in my life," she said, a smile ghosting her lips.

"You should never feel guilty about something as nice as cumming." I told her. "You should never feel guilty about anything you do with man or a woman."

"A woman?" she asked and I saw something in her eyes. Desire?

"You want to be with a woman?"

She nodded, shyly. "I've thought about it. With Kylie."

"The cute red-head?" I asked, referring to the other bank teller I thought about fucking.

There was a series of beeps and the bank vault was opened and Ted started filling the black duffel bags with bundles of bills. I called for Kylle to come back here as Monica started getting dress. "Kylie, I want you and Monica to go to a hotel on your lunch." There was a no-tell motel up the street from here, the Blue Spruce, that had hourly rates. "And explore any desires you two might have for each other. And if you enjoy yourself, go home with Monica and give her husband a special treat."

"Okay," Kylie said, giving Monica shy smile. Monica flushed and returned the smile.

I made Ted carry the duffle bags out to my Mustang where Violet waited, playing around on her smart phone. I popped the trunk and Ted threw the bags in. I started the car and Violet greeted me with an eager kiss, her tongue a little timid as it wriggled into my mouth.

"Did it go well, Master," she asked.

I nodded, pulling my cock out, dirty from Monica's ass. Violet knew what to do, and bent down. Her nose wrinkled, but she engulfed my cock anyways. "That's ass your tasting," I told her. "Good sluts clean their master's cock after its been in a whore's ass."

Violet was getting quite skilled at blowjobs.

"How are you doing, Mary?" Alice greeted me with a friendly hug.

We were standing in her office at Evergreen Realty. Alice had been a good friend to my older sister, Shannon. Unlike Shannon's other friends, Alice had always been kind and friendly to me and would provide a shoulder to cry on. We kept close on facebook after she graduated high school and I had even been a bridesmaid in her wedding last year.

"I'm engaged," I told her, excitedly, holding out the black diamond ring Mark had given me Saturday night.

"Oh that's amazing," Alice cooed. "So Mike finally proposed."

I shook my head. "We broke up. His name is Mark and I know its fast, but he's the one. I just know it."

"Wow," Alice said, a little flummoxed. "You sure you're not rushing things."

"I'm not," I told her. "I've never been happier. Mark is the greatest guy in the world."

Alice hugged me again and I became aware of her body pressing up against me, the curve of her breasts, the warmth of her breath on my neck, her thigh pressings on my hip. Alice kept hugging her, longer than she should. Is she into me? Alice had always been a friend, but could she be more? My heart beat loudly in my chest as I considered that possibility.