Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

he pulled out of his wife and fed his cock into my mouth, then plunged back into her. She screamed her orgasm and he moaned his along with her as I pinched her nipple and massaged his balls.

After, there was light banter that led me to suck him hard, again. She sat cross-legged and offered with open hands for me to take my tum. And that was an interesting moment. I excitedly jumped at the opportunity. That was when it crystallized for me. It wasn't at all that I was just a compliant, accepting slut. Well... maybe.... but not JUST. also really, really like to fuck him. I liked the way he fucked, I liked his cock... a lot. I liked being with both of them. I liked being with him and Trudy. I really, really liked fucking, sucking, and eating pussy. I really liked sex! Mr. Woodburn really did know the woman inside me and he was drawing that woman out of me.

"I hope you don't think badly of Charles, my dear."

We were at the kitchen counter, the two of us pulling together a breakfast. I like this woman. Actually, being in their home with them was showing a side of the Woodburn's I wouldn't have guessed. From the outside, he projected an image of wealth and power that would naturally include not only the limo service to and from work but service at home, too. That was the part I found telling about then. They both treated the home, despite the magnificence of it and the grounds, as a place of retreat. I was sure they had a cleaning service and grounds service that would come in to do major efforts, but they liked their privacy. She enjoyed cooking and last night they shared in doing the cleanup. So, this morning, I found myself assisting her in pulling together the breakfast.

"Why would I think badly of him, Ma'am?" studied her as she took the egg dish out of the oven. It was amazingly simple to put together with eggs, sausage, cheese and crumbled bread, then cooked for 40 minutes. She was covered with a mid-length, light- fabric robe that covered her, but the tie slowly loosened as she worked requiring her to frequently retie it but also allow glimpses of her otherwise naked body underneath. I admired her body last night. Her extension of my role as her husband's slut to include her now required that I also remain naked in their home unless otherwise directed. It was a modification I would never have expected.

"The fact that he is going off to play golf when he brought you here for the weekend." She glanced at me with a look that said there was more to her bringing it up. We heard him and she called out that we had breakfast ready and he had to eat before leaving. "The truth is, I suggested it to him. I have something I want to... discuss with you while he is gone." Just then, he came into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around his wife, kissing her neck and shoulders as he untied her robe and fondled her breasts. She wiggled with embarrassed delight. While she retied her robe, he came to me and repeated his attack. I, however, was much more compliant and his hand moved further down my body. I glanced at his wife beside me who was now leaning against the counter on one hip watching as my feet spread and my hands reached for the counter for support as his hand found my pussy. He smacked my butt, grabbed a mug of coffee and retreated to the kitchen nook. She smiled at me, sensing the frustration of the quick, teasing arousal and just as quick let-down.

Mr. Woodburn had left for the golf course and she was leading me out into the yard. I could see in the rear of the large lot a small building that clearly was a kennel with a large fenced-in run. Inside were two dogs, a Golden Retriever and an Irish Setter. Both were beautiful dogs and mature size. She was now dressed in shorts and a pull-over top. I was still completely naked, even barefoot. She assured me the property was completely fenced in and private, but that didn't stop me from surveying around us as we walked, I was not used to outdoor exhibition, Being stood in front of a window 11 stories in the air was one thing, this was another. But, I now satisfied her expectation, too.

She stood at the chain-link fence with her palm on the mesh. The dogs came rushing to her and nosed her paim.

"You grew up on a farm, right? Aren't I remembering that correctly?

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You're comfortable with dogs and other animals?"

I was wondering what this was leading to. "Yes, Ma'am, I love dogs. We had three, sometimes four dogs around the farm. They were almost strays. We put food and water out for them and they kept varmints away from the chickens and the barn, Then, there were lots of cows, a few horses, and pigs."

She only nodded. It took her a few moments, "We recently got the dogs because Charles wanted dogs. You can see the balls and ropes scattered around the yard. They play with hirm very well. They might be rough on the plantings and gardens, but the three of them are a delight to watch"

"The three of thern. Ma'am?"