Chapter 624 - Stockholm Syndrome part 1 by TheTalkMan

John never felt the needle enter his neck as he walked through the front door. All he felt were the soft lips that pressed against his cheek before he blacked out.

He woke up a few hours later completely disoriented, staring at the ceiling. He quickly realized he was on his bed. His arms were stretched above his head uncomfortably, so he tried to move them. He then realized he couldn't. His wrists were tied down. He looked up to the headboard and realized he was handcuffed to the bed. He had a wooden headboard, so he was confused as to how this was even possible. There were two heavy metal hoops drilled into the headboard, and two sets of handcuffs, one on each wrist, attached to each hoop. Two sets of fluffy pink handcuffs. What the hell?

John's heart started to race in fear. He tried to move his legs, but they were bound to the foot of the bed with two lengths of smooth, white rope. The ropes were wrapped around each ankle. He could barely move. As he looked down at his feet, he realized another horrible truth. He was completely nude. What the hell happened? Did someone do something to him? He broke out in a cold sweat.

John tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was coming home from work. He was eager for the weekend to begin. It had been a long, tough week, and he was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. The last thing he remembered was pulling into the driveway and then opening the front door. That was the last thing he could recall before it all went black. Then, another horrible thought occurred to him: What about Tammy? His wife was usually home before him. What happened to her? John started to panic.

John scanned around the room, taking in his surroundings for the first time. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Tammy, unconscious, passed out on a chair. John looked at her, and was relieved to see she was breathing. She was fully clothed, luckily. She was tied roughly to the chair, in what looked to be heavy scratchy, uncomfortable rope. There was a lot of rope on her. Each of her legs was tied down tightly against the front legs of the chair. Her torso was tied tightly against the back of the wooden chair. A rope was also tied around her upper chest, keeping her tightly bound to the chair. Her arms were bound to the armrests of the chair, her hands bound down tightly. Her head sagged down, unconscious. What had happened to her? John started to panic.

"Tammy!" John hissed quietly, trying to wake her. "Tammy!" he hissed. No response. John started to freak out.

"HELP!" John yelled out, "HELP! Please, anybody!" he screamed. Then, he heard footsteps. This sound nearly stopped his heart. It definitely silenced him. He just waited as the footsteps moved closer to the bedroom. John braced himself, waiting for the confrontation with the person who did this. The bedroom door opened, and John prepared himself to meet this monster.

In walked a woman. John thought that this woman was here to help him out. Maybe she had heard him yelling and came to free them. She looked at John for a moment, and then Tammy, before speaking.

"There's no point yelling. No one will be able to hear you." she said coldly. John suddenly realized this woman was not here to help. She was the person who tied him to the bed. She was the one who tied up his wife. She was the one who did this.

John took her in. She was surprisingly good-looking. Gorgeous, to be honest. Just looking at her, you wouldn't think she was capable of violence. She was tall, with long brunette hair that went down to her mid-back. She had a pretty face, with full, pouty lips and smoky eyes. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence. John glanced at the rest of her. He couldn't help but notice she was rather chesty. Her breasts looked quite large under her tight black tank top. She had long legs encased in tight blue jeans. She was walking around barefoot. She was very tan and she appeared to be in great shape. She would have to be to drag him up the stairs to his bedroom. Even though she was beautiful, John could tell she was cold inside.

"HELP!" John yelled out again.

"It's like I said, there's no point yelling. This house is surprisingly soundproof. Your neighbors are too far away to hear anything you yell." she replied lazily. John looked at her. She smiled slightly and walked into the adjoining bathroom. The sound of the faucet running echoed through the empty room. The woman walked back into the room with a glass full of water.

"Time to bring her into the party." she said, throwing the water in the glass onto Tammy's face. Tammy woke up in shock, inhaling loudly and confused about her surroundings, the water pouring off of her face.

"What the hell!" Tammy yelled out, trying to move and realizing she couldn't. She looked around and saw her husband tied to the bed, nude, and the beautiful woman standing tall over them.

"What's going on?" Tammy said, looking at John.

"I don't know. I just woke up and I was here." John explained. They both looked at the woman, wanting an explanation.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" John asked.

"I remember the first time I saw you, John. I don't think you saw me, but I definitely saw you. I saw both of you. Holding hands, so in love. And I was just so confused. I just could not figure out why a stud like you, John, ended up with an ugly little bitch like her." this woman explained.

"Fuck you!" John yelled out, defending his wife. The woman just smiled. She turned and pulled up a chair and sat down. "So that's what I want, Tammy. I want you to tell me what you did to land a man like John. As a single lady, I would like to know what you did." the woman explained, crossing her legs. John and Tammy looked at each other, sharing a look. They both realized this woman was crazy. Just nuts.

"Why didn't you just ask us? Why go through all of this? Why tie us down, why hold us hostage?" John demanded.

"If some stranger just came up to you and asked how you two met, you would think they're crazy." she replied, with a smile. John and Tammy exchanged another look.

"So, Tammy, I ask you again. How did you land John? What did you do to make him like you?" the woman said.

"You say it like I tricked him or something." Tammy replied.

"Well, then, what did you do?" the woman asked. Tammy rolled her eyes and decided to hell with it, might as well tell her.

"We met in college, our senior year." Tammy started. "We had a class together. We sat next to each other, and we had talked a little bit. We were taking an exam, and I was freaking out because I could not figure out this question. If I didn't pass this exam, I would have failed the class."

"So, you're saying you're stupid?" the woman interrupted.

"No, I'm not fucking stupid you crazy bitch!" Tammy yelled out before stopping herself, trying not to anger her hostage taker. The woman just raised her eyebrow.

"Please continue." the woman said.

"Well, when the teacher's back was turned, John whispered at me and held his hand out towards me. He had written out how to solve the problem on his hand. I passed the exam and passed the class. I kinda felt like I owed him so I offered to buy him a drink." Tammy said.

"Where did you go?" the woman asked.

"We went to a bar. One right near the campus. We chatted, and had a good time." Tammy explained.

"Did you put out?" the woman asked.

"No, of course not. I barely knew him." Tammy explained. The woman just nodded.

"So, who initiated contact after that?" she asked.

"I did. I called him a few days later, and we got dinner." Tammy explained. "When did you realize you liked him Tammy?" the woman asked.

"I always thought he was cute. When he helped me out on that test, I just realized what a sweet, good natured man he was. And during the first date, he was just so charming and funny, I realized I really liked him." Tammy explained.

"What about you John? When did you realize you liked her?" the woman asked. John looked up at the ceiling, exasperated at her calm demeanor. He shook his head and decided to just respond, to keep things easy.

"I had a crush on her the first time I saw her. She was just so pretty. I couldn't believe she was single. I tried to talk to her, but I just got so nervous I could barely speak. It was the little things that were just so cute. Her mannerisms. Her giggle. Her jokes. I just had a huge crush on her from the beginning. I kept trying to find an excuse to talk to her, and I found it during the exam." John explained. He looked over at Tammy, and she smiled warmly, touched at hearing her husband confess the origin of his love for her.

"When was the first time you had sex?" the woman asked.

"It was after a few months of dating." Tammy started. "We did it at my place. It was nice." she said plainly.

"Was he pushing you to have sex and you held out, or what?" the woman asked.

"He didn't push me for anything. He was a perfect gentleman." Tammy said. This caused the woman to smirk.

"How old are you guys?" the woman asked.

"We're 28. We're both 28." Tammy said.

"How long have you been married?" the woman asked.

"Three years." Tammy answered.

"And it's gone well?" the woman asked.

"Yes. Never been happier." Tammy replied.

"Oh c'mon. You can't possibly tell me that neither of you got a little something on the side. In this day and age, no one would blame you." the woman said with a big smile, looking at both of them.

"Of course not!" Tammy said. The woman looked at John.

"No! Never!" John replied. "Oh, you guys are so cute." the woman said with a bright smile. John was not smiling. This woman was sinister. He knew it. He hated that she was acting so friendly and easy going. He wanted her to get to the point.

"Why are you doing this? What do these questions have to do with anything?" John yelled out angrily. The woman's friendly gaze faded.

"These questions are the reason I'm here. Quite frankly, John, I don't believe you." the woman said.

"You don't believe what?" John asked.

"I don't believe that a man like you hasn't thought about cheating. I don't believe that your eyes haven't wandered at least a little. Maybe you've checked out some woman that walked by you on the street. Maybe some slutty girl that you work with has hinted that she may be interested in getting to know you a little better. Maybe there was a moment when you thought about what would happen if you did it, if you did cheat on Tammy." the woman said.

"No, of course not. What would make you think that?" John asked angrily. The woman stood up.

"Look at yourself, John. You're a fucking stud. You're tall, tan, and handsome." she paused, then looked down at his exposed dick. "And quite frankly, John, even though you're dick is soft, I can tell its huge." she explained. John finally fully realized he was completely exposed before a woman he did not know. A crazy woman.

"This is what I want to know. How can a sad little cow like her lock down a stud like you and an absolute babe like me still be single?" the woman said.

"I think it's pretty clear." John started.

"What?" the woman asked quickly.

"You're fucking crazy! You're nuts. You tied down a married couple in their own home to ask how they met! I can't imagine what you do with a man you like." John said angrily. The woman smiled.

"Well, you're about to." the woman said quietly.

"What?" John said, but the woman ignored him.

"Alright, guys, you can call me Jessica. I want to come clean about everything." the woman, Jessica, said.

"Oh, thank you." John said mockingly.

"When I saw you John, I knew I had to have you. A man like you, with a cow like her? I know you've thought about straying at some point." Jessica started.

"Fuck you! I love my wife." John said.

"I know. And that's the point. You're just clouded your own mind with the belief that you are in love with your wife, that you're satisfied by her and that you should never stray. But I'm going to show you what you're missing out on. I'm gonna show you what a man like you really deserves." Jessica started.

"What are you going to do?" John said, worried.

"I want you guys to look at me. To really take me in." Jessica said, posing with her hands on her hips.

For the first time, Tammy really took in how gorgeous this woman was. She had a gorgeous face. Her hair was full and shiny. Her ass was round and firm, encased snugly in her jeans. And her breasts were massive. Her clothes looked of very good quality, picked to highlight her best attributes. On a purely physical scale, Jessica was far sexier than she was. Tammy looked over to see if John noticed this, and as she did, John's eyes jumped from Jessica to her, sensing his wife was looking at him.

"Trust me, guys fall over themselves staring at me. But not you, John. You didn't even notice me. This drove me nuts. How dare you not notice me? How dare you not appreciate what I have to offer? So I wanted to understand why this was. What kind of man doesn't notice me? So that's why I did this. To try and figure that out. And I think I have. I realized you simply don't know any better. It's quite cute, seeing that you've lied to yourself so deeply that you've tricked yourself into believing you really love her. And quite frankly, how could you?" Jessica stopped, and walked next to Tammy.

"I mean, just look at her. Look at her compared to me. Look at this ratty hair. Is this a dye job? Wow, what type of girl can't keep her hair looking nice for her man? And this pasty skin? Yuck. It's disgusting, not smooth and tan like mine. Do you think your stubby little legs win men over? Don't you know that men like long and firm legs wrapped around them? I saw your ass when I was tying you down. I have never seen a bonier ass in my life. There's just nothing there. And last, and definitely least, are your breasts. Wait, do you even have breasts? I can't tell. I can't really see anything from here. Do you even wear a bra? There's nothing there to support. Don't you know that men love playing with massive, firm tits? Tits like mine? Big, fat DD'S. Trust me, my tits are amazing. They are so soft and firm. No man can get enough. When men look at you, they have trouble telling if you're actually a girl. With me? Trust me, men know I'm more of a woman than they could possibly handle." Jessica said, her humiliating speech towards Tammy finished.

"Go fuck yourself, Jessica." John said angrily, defending his wife.

"That won't be necessary." Jessica replied.

"What?" John replied. Jessica looked at him for a moment, and then reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. As she started to lower them, John realized what was about to happen.

"No, no, no, no, no, you're kidding me. Are you kidding me?" John called out.

"That's right, John. I can't help myself. You're so fucking hot. I'm gonna show you what you've been missing out on. I'm gonna show you what it's like with a real woman. I'll show you what a man really wants." Jessica said, letting her pants drop to the ground. She stepped out of them. John couldn't help but notice her skimpy black panties. He couldn't help but notice that they were see-through. And he could easily see her neat little landing strip just above her pussy. She reached to the bottom of her black tank top and started to pull it up. John couldn't help but look as she pulled her top over her chest, revealing her massive breasts to his view. He hated to admit it, but they were magnificent. He had never seen a larger pair of breasts in his life. They sat high and firm on her chest, her hard nipples pointing outward. Her areola's looked perfectly round and smooth. John had to tear his eyes away from them. Jessica dropped her top onto the ground, letting the married couple take in her nearly nude form.

Tammy couldn't help but realize that Jessica was beautiful, better looking than her. Tammy always knew she was never the hottest girl around, but next to Jessica, she felt completely inadequate. Tammy couldn't help but fume with jealously as she took in Jessica's spectacular breasts and perfect ass. As much as she hated to admit it, Jessica was built like a brick shithouse. Even her hair looked spectacular. Tammy hated her.

Tammy looked at her husband and noticed his eyes glued to her breasts. It would be hard for any man to not notice them. She couldn't blame him. A moment's fear passed through her mind as she wondered what her husband thought of this woman. She wondered if maybe he realized that this woman was built for sex. She wondered if he perhaps wished she had a body like hers.

Jessica turned to face Tammy and let her get a good view at her perfect body. This position also allowed John to find out that Jessica was in fact wearing a thong, as his eyes took in the string splitting her firm ass. Jessica turned back to look at them both.

"Okay guys, here's the plan. We've got three days till anyone notices you guys are gone. Today, Saturday, and Sunday. So, for three days, I'm gonna show you guys what real sex is all about. And then, I'll let you go. I'll leave. That's of course, if you want me to." Jessica said.

"Fuck you bitch! You're not gonna get away with this!" Tammy yelled out.

"Yeah, whatever." Jessica said, dismissing her. She walked over near Tammy and turned to face John.

"Listen, John. Don't worry, I'll slip this thong off and we'll get down to business real soon. But I need to know that you're gonna behave yourself. I want to know that you're not gonna try to hurt me. Can I trust you?" Jessica asked.

"Go to hell, Jessica. And guess what? I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want you. I don't want this. I'm not gonna let you get anything out of this." John said fiercely.

"That's disappointing. I wish I didn't have to do this." Jessica said grimly. She turned, brought her arm back, and proceeded to slap Tammy as hard as she could.

"Hey!" John yelled out, watching this happen. Tammy groaned in pain, tasting blood.

"Fuck you, you fucking bitch! You fucking cunt! How dare you!" John yelled out, furious. He would not let this bitch get away with this.

"Calm down John. Listen!" she yelled out, raising her voice for the first time. He kept yelling out. She reared back to slap Tammy again.

"No, wait, stop!" John yelled out. Jessica stopped within an inch of her face.

"Listen, John." Jessica started. "If you don't behave yourself, I'll hit her again. If you try to hurt me, I'll hit her again. Understood?" she said sternly. John looked conflicted. He didn't want to have sex with this crazy bitch, but he didn't want her to hurt his wife either. He had no choice. He looked over to Tammy as she looked at him.

"I'm sorry, Tammy." He said, protecting her. Tammy understood that he now would have to bite bullet and comply with the woman's evil plans, to protect her. Tammy loved him so much. She nodded at John, communicating that he should do what she asked.

"Okay, so we're in agreement." Jessica announced. "Very good." she added. With that she hooked her fingers under the straps of her thong and pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor. She bent over and picked up her thong. She stretched her thong between her hands like a slingshot and shot it at Tammy, hitting her in the face. Tammy could do nothing to avoid it, feeling the cloth hit her face before landing in her lap. She got a whiff of Jessica's scent and she could tell that Jessica was very turned on. 

They now could both take in Jessica's fully nude form. It was so jarring to see a strange, nude woman in their bedroom. The only woman who had ever been nude in this room was Tammy. But just seeing this new and gorgeous naked woman in this room was a jarring change.

Tammy hated that there was not a flaw or blemish anywhere on her. She watched her perfect ass bounce as she walked to the bed, towards John. John looked up to the ceiling, not wanting to give Jessica the pleasure of catching him staring at her naked form. He exhaled loudly, nervous for what was about to happen.

"Don't worry John, you'll enjoy it." Jessica said, comfortingly. John rolled his eyes. She crawled between his legs on the bed. She stared down at John's soft dick. She looked up into his eyes, and held his gaze as her hand snaked up and her fingers wrapped around his dick.

"Please don't." John begged, but Jessica was not going to be denied. She started to stroke his dick softly. John willed himself to think of something else, about his wife, about football, anything. Through pure will, he was able to keep himself soft, to avoid the pleasure of a hot woman stroking his dick. She pulled her hands away and studied him. Then, she tried a new tactic.

She started to run her fingers up his thighs softly. Then, she traced her fingers around his dick, never touching it, but getting as close to it as possible without touching it. She would firmly run her fingers across his lower torso, around his dick, wanting to tease him. Then, she started to blow softly onto his dick. She blew cool air from bottom to top on his cock. This new sensation totally took him off guard. She got within an inch of his dick and blew on it, from the balls to the tip. She was only focused on this one thing, blowing on his penis firmly. As much as he hated it, he started to be effected by this. His dick started to swell. She would walk her fingers up his thighs, across his stomach, around his cock. Sensing that she was starting to get to him, both of her hands returned to the base of his dick, and started to firmly stroke him. It was much easier now that he was getting harder. He couldn't fight it, as his prick approached full hardness. She would stroke firmly from bottom to top, and then return to the base again.

"Mmm, you're starting to like this, aren't you?" Jessica questioned with a sneer. John closed his eyes and kept quiet, shaking his head no.

"C'mon, you are rock hard. You've got a huge fucking dick. You're bigger than I hoped. You've got to be ten inches, right?" Jessica asked. John said nothing. She rubbed the tip of his dick with her index finger than ran it down to the underside of his dick. She tickled the most sensitive spot on his dick, as he fought the pleasure. She rubbed her finger around the head again.

"I'll make you a deal John. If I don't see a nice little drop of pre-cum on the tip of your massive dick within five minutes, I'll let you guys go and just walk away. You think you can do that?" Jessica asked with a smile. With a new resolve, John tried to fight the pleasure. After about three minutes, his dick was still dry. Tammy was watching the clock.

"You think you can do it. You think you can deny the pleasure of a hot babe stroking your dick after years of whatever pathetic sex your wife has been offering. If some tasty pre-cum appears on this massive dickhead, I'll take that as a sign that my hands feel better on your dick than anything your wife can do. Even though you're trying to fight it, out of loyalty, you can't resist the pleasure. I'll take it as a sign that what I'm doing overrides your feelings for your wife. I'll take it as a sign that my hands feel better on your dick than your wife's pussy! My hands feel better than the best that you wife can offer! If you had to choose between your honeymoon night, and this, you would choose me without question. If my hands feel this good, imagine what my cunt feels like. Ha!" Jessica yelled out, with a huge smile on her face as she humiliated Tammy.

Four minutes had passed since she had made her bet. Her grip was so firm on his dick. Her entire focus was on his dick. Like an artist, like a professional, she was manipulating his hard dick perfectly. She was trying to force the pre-cum that she knew was in there to the tip. Some sweat had appeared on both of their skins. Her grip was like iron, trying to force his juices to the tip. Her hands were moving fast, continually moving upward, never letting the juices settle. With less than ten seconds left on the countdown, a juicy dollop of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his dick.

"There you go! I knew you could do it!" she said with pride as she looked up at him. John looked over to his wife.

"I'm so sorry." he said to her. Tammy shook her head in annoyance. She wasn't mad at John. She couldn't blame him. She knew it was hard for a man to resist what she was doing. Especially a woman as beautiful as Jessica who clearly knew what she was doing.

For John, it was as if the cork had been released. Pre-cum was now pouring out of his dick like a faucet. His dick and her hands were now coated in his juices. The wet slurps that her hands made on his dick echoed throughout the room. The two women could tell John was nearing his inevitable climax. As John's groans got louder, Jessica pulled her hands away.

"Tammy, I think he's really enjoying himself." Jessica said, showing Tammy her soaked hands. John's hips humped into the air, seeking anything to relieve that ache in his balls. Jessica started to lick her palms, savoring all of John's juices.

"Tasty." she said to herself. She turned to look at John.

"Now that you understand the pleasure I can give you, this should make this easier." she said, crawling up the bed. She proceeded to straddle his face, facing his feet, her intentions now clear.

"Remember what I told you. Don't you dare try to hurt me! No biting! If you do, your wife will get it worse. All I want to feel are your lips and your tongue. Got it?" she commanded. She let John stare at the sight above him. She let him stare at her cute little pussy. Her pussy was dripping wet, so her juices dripped onto his face. She watched him take this in. Take in the sight of her beautiful pussy. Take in the taste of her juices that dripped into his mouth. Take in the scent of her horny pussy. Then she dropped down onto his face, forcing her cunt against his open mouth.

She ground against his lips, forcing her juices into his mouth. Jessica moaned out loud when she felt a tentative lick. She felt his tongue again, taking more confident licks of her pussy. Soon, his tongue was digging deep into her dripping cunt. She then felt his whole mouth surround her cunt, and felt him suck on her pussy, trying to draw her juices into his oral cavity. He was soon alternating between licks and sucks.

"Oh, Tammy, he is sucking my pussy so well. He's really getting in there. He is really trying to help me cum. Does he ever suck your disgusting pussy this well? Is he ever this voracious with you?" Jessica said, hammering Tammy with insults as she rode her husband's face.

Tammy's eyes teared up. John never really went down on her. He had told her he just did not enjoy doing it. Tammy understood completely. She had never really had a guy go down on her, so she wasn't too bothered by it. But watching this, watching John pleasure this bitch with his mouth, another possibility went through her head. He clearly looked like he had done this before. The way he was eating Jessica out displayed that he was not inexperienced. Was it that, maybe, John did not like going down on her? Was there something with Jessica or with other girls that she lacked? Was her pussy bad in some way? Was her pussy unattractive? Did her pussy taste bad? Is that why no guy had ever enjoyed going down on her? Tammy felt more inadequate.

John started running his tongue around her clit. It didn't take long for this to have its intended effect as Jessica's clit hardened. He flicked her clit a few times and John could sense her impending orgasm, so he moved his mouth to surround her pussy. Jessica groaned out loud as she forced John's mouth against her vagina as she started to cum. He juices spilled into his mouth as his lips formed a tight seal, hoping to collect all of her tasty juices. She leaned up, breaking the seal between cunt and mouth.

Tammy looked down at her husband's face, trying to read his reaction. It was quick, but she noticed John lick his lips after Jessica pulled away. Did he actually like it? Did he enjoy the taste of her? Did he like the taste of her so much that he had to lick his lips to collect any spare drops of her juices?

"Are you okay, John?" she called out, trying to hear her husband's voice, trying to hear that he was still on her side.

"I'm sorry, Tammy. I just want to get this over with." John said, looking over at her, reassuring her of his loyalty. He nodded, so she nodded back.

"So, John..." Jessica started "You clearly enjoyed the taste of my pussy so much, so... I figured I'd give you something even tastier." With that, she shifted so she moved her pussy forward, so her ass was hovering above his face. Then, she reached back, and pulled the cheeks apart. There was her asshole, exposed to his eyes. John immediately knew what Jessica wanted. Jessica wanted John to lick her asshole.

"No, no. Please. I don't want to do that. Please." John begged, terrified at the sight of her asshole. He had never done anal stuff with Tammy. He had no desire to. He had caught glimpses of Tammy's asshole when they were having sex, and quite frankly, it did not inspire him to want to have sex with her there. To be honest, he thought anal sex was gross. But he knew Jessica would not take 'no' for an answer. So as he looked up at her asshole, he knew that he would have to pleasure her there. He was a little relieved to see that her asshole looked clean. Nothing there but smooth asshole. He looked at it and realized in a way, it was kind of cute. If you had to have sex with a woman's asshole, hers would be the type you would want to do it with.

Jessica lowered her asshole to within an inch of his mouth before stopping. Figures. She wanted John to do all of the work. He looked over at Tammy. Tammy had closed her eyes, not wanting to see her husband sucking another woman's ass. Seeing no support there, he knew what he had to do. He leaned his head up, extended his tongue out of his mouth, and gave Jessica's asshole a long wet lick. As he finished, he reflected on what he just did. Her ass did not taste as bad as he thought it would. It actually tasted pretty good. He couldn't help himself as he leaned up and gave her asshole another lick.

After a few minutes, Tammy couldn't help but open her eyes and see what was happening. She slowly opened her eyes to look at the action on the bed. She was taken aback by what she saw. John's tongue was vigorously rimming Jessica's asshole. What? How could he be doing this? John's never done anything involving anal sex. He's never showed any interest in it. But there he was, rimming this bitch's ass. The pace at which he was going was not one that indicated he hated what he was doing. There was a part of him that must be enjoying it if he was doing it so passionately. Part of her husband enjoyed rimming out this whore's ass. She watched her husband lick Jessica's asshole, then put his lips around her asshole and start to suck. Tammy was in disbelief as she watched her husband suck another woman's asshole. This was absolutely ridiculous!

John was so absorbed by what he was doing that he didn't know his wife was watching. He felt more weight against him as Jessica forced his head down against the bed. He was now smothered by her firm ass. He just kept rimming her and trying to wedge his tongue into her ass, knowing that pleasuring her was the only way out of this situation. The sensation of her warm ass cheeks against his face was a brand new experience for him. He heard her moan loudly. Whatever he was doing was working. He just kept forcing his tongue against her ass, trying to break the seal of her tight asshole. Once he finally broke through, he felt her ass cheeks tighten against his face and a loud yell echoed through the room as she screamed in orgasm. After almost a full minute, she released his mouth from between her ass cheeks with an audible pop as she leaned upward. John immediately inhaled, breathing in fresh air as he stared at the ass above him. Jessica was the first to look over at Tammy.

"You like that, Tammy? You like watching your husband eat out a woman's ass? Did you enjoy watching the mouth that said 'I do' firmly pressed against my asshole? Did you like seeing the tongue that kissed you on so many occasions so sensually rim my ass? Hmmm? Do you think you can kiss him again knowing where that mouth has been?" Jessica said.

"Fuck you, you whore! It's not like he wanted to do it. You forced him!" Tammy argued.

"Well, once he started, he most certainly never tried to stop me. Did you notice his mouth follow my ass as I lifted off of him? Hmm? Did you notice that he didn't want to stop sucking my ass?" Jessica replied. This silenced her.

"Go to hell, Jessica." John said, his voice rough.

"Oh, c'mon John. You can't say you didn't enjoy it. I felt your tongue. I felt your tongue deep in my pussy, trying to get all of my juices. I felt you tongue flick my clit, trying desperately to get me off. I felt your tongue rimming my ass oh so passionately. I know you enjoyed it. I felt it." Jessica replied.

"You are one arrogant bitch." John said with a laugh. "You think that tying a man up, and forcing him to do things to you, will make him enjoy it? You think I liked licking your ass, you crazy bitch!?"

Jessica just smiled.

"It's okay, John. It'll be our little secret." Jessica replied cutely. She knee-walked to the edge of the bed and stood up.

"Does it bother you, Tammy, to know that your husband made me cum twice? He made me cum by sucking on my pussy in just the right way. Your husband made me cum by sucking my asshole. Just think about that. Your husband, the man who vowed to love you and only you, made another woman cum. Your husband ate another woman's pussy. Your husband rimmed another woman's ass. Can you forget that? Can you get the image of your husband's mouth buried between another woman's ass cheeks out of your head? Trust me, Tam, I've been with men who didn't want to go down on me. I can tell when they're not enjoying themselves. And your husband? He did not hate it." Jessica said.

"So, you're a whore. That's what you're saying? You've had lots of men go down on you?" Tammy replied.

"Pretty much. When you're as hot as I am, it's not hard to get laid." Jessica replied.

"Then why do this? Why come after us?" Tammy argued.

"This isn't about getting laid, honey." Jessica said with a bright smile. "This is about something more." she added vaguely.

"What?" Tammy questioned.

"You'll find out soon enough." Jessica replied darkly. She turned to look back at John. John's eyes couldn't help but watch her breasts jiggle as she turned. Jessica noticed this and smiled.

"Okay, John. This is it." Jessica started, reaching up to tie her hair in a ponytail. "This is the moment you've been waiting for."

She hopped back onto the bed. Tammy watched her firm ass bounce as she did so. She crawled over and straddled John. His dick was still throbbing hard. She reached between them and guided the tip of his dick against the outside of her pussy.

"This is what you've been thinking about, isn't it? The moment you saw me, even though I attacked you, even though I attacked your wife, your first thought was 'God, I just want to bang this bitch.' Right? When I stepped in, you just wanted to fuck the shit out of me. Now, your dream is about to come true." Jessica said. With that, Jessica lowered herself onto him.

John groaned out loud. His eyes rolled up into his head as he felt his dick getting buried in her sweet pussy. His dick met a lot of resistance as he was forced deep into her twat. Her pussy was tight. So fucking tight. He had never had his dick in a hole this tight. It was a struggle for her to take his thick ten inches into her tight little pussy. She sighed softly as her ass settled into his lap.

Jessica leaned forward so she balanced on her arms above John, staring down at him. She knew the pleasure he was feeling. She had seen it in other men. The realization that the hole his dick was buried into was the best thing he had ever experienced.

"You don't know it yet, but you're mine now." Jessica whispered, quiet enough so Tammy did not hear.

John's immediate reaction to that was confusion. What does that mean? But he did not have time to dwell on it due to the overwhelming pleasure her tight pussy was providing. John looked up at her face before his eyes were inevitably drawn to her hanging breasts. He made eye contact with her hard nipples. She smirked and started to bounce.

She put her hands on his chest to get more leverage as she started to bounce harder. John couldn't control his groans as Jessica rode his hard cock. John's eyes never left those nipples as her bounces became more and more violent. He had never been ridden this hard.

Tammy watched this with a sick fascination. She couldn't help but observe the sexual union of her husband and this absolute bitch. She didn't know how her husband could handle this hard fuck. Their lovemaking was usually very gentle, not rough like this bitch was doing.

"You like that John? You like the way I fuck you? You like how my pussy feels? You like how my cunt takes your massive cock? It's never felt this good with Tammy, has it? This is the best pussy you've ever gotten, right? This is the best sex you've ever had? Right? Tell me!" Jessica yelled out. John closed his eyes and looked away, trying to think of anything else but the pussy wrapped snugly around his cock. He shook his head, trying to deny the feelings she was providing.

"Tell me or I'll stop! Tell me or I'll stop fucking you! Tell me or you don't get to drain your balls!" Jessica yelled out, bringing her bouncing hips to a stop, his balls nestled snugly against her ass as his dick was buried inside her. John tried to bounce his hips to try to relieve the throbbing in his balls, but she held him down, preventing him from getting any pleasure. She leant down and laid on his chest, her breasts flattening out against him. The feeling of her soft breasts against his chest nearly set him off. Jessica put her mouth against his ear.

"C'mon, John. Tell me the truth." Jessica whispered "Tell me that my pussy feels better than anything you've ever felt. Tell me that my pussy feels so good on your dick. Tell me that you love my pussy more than anything. Tell me you love my pussy more than your wife. Tell me that you would leave your wife for me. Tell me that you would leave your wife for my tight little pussy. Tell me you love me."After she finished whispering her evil speech to John, he felt her soft lips kiss his ear. Her mouth moved down, licking and sucking his neck. John shivered as he felt this, and took in her dark designs. He now knew her true goal. Her goal was his fidelity, his loyalty to his wife. She hoped that he would leave Tammy for her, after experiencing her admittedly extra tight pussy. She hoped that the pleasure she could give him would override the love he had for Tammy. John shivered at this plan, and also the wet tongue sliding across his neck. He felt her tighten her pussy around his dick. He was then reminded of his aching balls, filled to the brim with cum, cum that was bursting to escape. He could feel his dick marinating in her juices, which had dripped down to his balls. If she would move just a little bit, he would no doubt cum. John tried to let his balls simmer, hoping the pressure would ease quickly.

 Watching this bugged Tammy more than anything she had seen so far. Watching Jessica whisper in his ear, whispering something she didn't want Tammy to hear. Then watching her start kissing him. It just seemed so intimate. Like something that lovers would do.

Jessica pulled her lips from John's neck and leaned up over him. Tammy could see Jessica start flexing her ass, no doubt tightening her pussy against John's hard dick. John groaned out loud, now back on edge. Then, she stopped.

"Tell me, John. Tell me what I want to hear and I'll let you cum." Jessica ordered. John looked over at Tammy. Tammy could see the apology in his eyes. She knew that he was on edge, desperately needing to cum. Tammy knew Jessica would keep him on edge for as long as it took. Tammy just nodded at John, giving her permission for whatever he had to do.

"Please, just let me cum." John begged.

"I will when you tell me." Jessica replied strongly. John paused, then finally relented.

"I love you." John said quietly.

"What was that?" Jessica said.

"I love you!" John yelled out, desperate to cum.

"Do you love me more than Tammy?" Jessica asked, flexing her ass, tightening her pussy as a reward.

"Yes, I love you more than Tammy." John said quickly, willing her to start bouncing.

"Do you love my pussy more than you love Tammy?" Jessica said, tightening her pussy again.

"Yes, I love your pussy more than Tammy. Just please, make me cum!" John begged.

"You got it, love." Jessica said. She put her arms on his chest and started to bounce. Her bounces quickly resumed their violent nature. Jessica's tight pussy, clasping on his dick as she drove up and down, was enough to finally set him off. His hips couldn't help but drive up into her as his balls exploded. She ground into him as she felt his balls start to spurt. His balls pumped massive amounts of warm semen into the tight cunt of this bitch riding him. John nearly blacked out the pleasure was so great. He didn't know how long he was cumming. All he knew was that he was driving his dick into her as hard and deep as he could, trying to maintain this incredibly pleasurable feeling for as long as possible. As his balls emptied the last of his semen into her, he fell back onto the bed, exhausted. Jessica just lied on top of John, basking in the warm glow of great sex. She could feel his cum leaking out of her pussy. He had shot so much it had probably run out of places to go. She rolled onto her back and looked over at Tammy.

"Does it hurt, Tammy, to know that your husband has become lovers with another woman? Did it hurt to see your husband cum harder than he ever has before with another woman? Did it hurt to see your husband have the best sex of his life and have to watch from the sidelines, knowing that was something you would never be capable of?" Jessica taunted. A tear dripped down Tammy's cheek. Jessica smiled.

A faint buzzing was heard from the floor. Jessica reached down quickly and grabbed her jeans. She pulled her cell phone out of a pocket and looked at it. Jessica stood up.

"Excuse me guys, I have some important business to take care of." Jessica said, shaking her hips as she walked out of the bedroom. Tammy couldn't help but notice her husband's jizz running down her thighs.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. It was understandably awkward. The words Tammy said earlier echoed in John's ears. She said he was hers now. She thought that the minute she forced his dick into her tight pussy, that he belonged to her. That her pussy felt so good that all of his loyalty to his wife was gone. John just shook his head at her misguided ego. Even though her tight pussy did feel great, it wasn't enough to sweep away his loyalty to his wife. Right? Quickly, John shook these thoughts out of his head. He finally, John turned to look at Tammy, tears in his eyes.

"Tammy, I'm so sorry." He said, a tear running down his cheek. "You know I don't believe anything I just said. You know how much I love you."

"I know." Tammy said crying. "I love you too."

"I hate what she's doing. I hate it. I just did it to get through it." John said.

"I know, John, I know. Listen, it's okay. Just do what you have to do, John, it's okay. Just do whatever she says. Just do whatever it takes, and when she's gone we can move on. I'll forgive you for what she makes you do. I love you." Tammy said, crying.

"I love you too." John said quietly. They heard approaching footsteps, and braced themselves for the return of this monster.

"Sorry about that, guys." Jessica said, sashaying back into the room, putting down her phone. Tammy noticed that she still hadn't cleaned John's semen off of her. Jessica noticed where Tammy was staring.

"Sorry. I tried to clean it up, but he shot a whole lot in me." Jessica said with a laugh. Tammy just gave her the death stare.

"Please, just let us go. You got what you wanted." John said exasperatedly.

"No, lover, we're just getting started. We've got the whole weekend ahead of us." Jessica said, joining him on the bed. She moved to the other side of him and curled up against him. She scratched her finger against John's chest.

"God, you're so buff and strong. You're such a man." she whispered in his ear. "Why did you shack up with her? You can do so much better."

"Fuck you." John replied.

"You did that very well already, thanks." Jessica whispered, kissing his cheek. She continued kissing his cheek up to his ear.

"I think I'm falling for you, John. I think I love you." Jessica whispered. This caused John to laugh derisively.

"You are out of your mind, Jessica." John said.

"You told me you loved me." Jessica countered, continuing this whole conversation through whispers in his ear. "Why can't I return the favor?" John just rolled his eyes while trying to ignore the chills up his spine as she blew in his ear.

"I knew the truth. I felt it. I felt your dick throb when you told me you loved me. I felt how hard it got you to declare your love for me. It got you so fucking hard to declare your love for another woman in front of your wife. You're nasty, aren't you? You're a freak like me. It turns you on to betray your wife. You can deny it but I know the truth. Just imagine how good it'll feel when you betray your wife for good. Imagine how hard you'll cum when you choose me over her. When you betray your ugly wife, that you declared your love for, in favor of this hot slut that you can't stop thinking about. That's love, John. That's true love. We were meant to be together. I know it's tough to believe. I know it's hard. Change always is."

"That conflict you're feeling is perfectly normal. Don't worry, it'll get easier. You'll begin to choose me over her. It'll start small. You'll think I'm prettier than her. That's fine, because it's a fact. It'll be the natural progression to then think that I'm sexier than her. But you'll think, hey, sexiness isn't that important. Then you'll realize that I'm a much better fuck than her. But sex isn't everything right? But then, you'll start to miss me when I'm gone. You won't be able to stop thinking about me. You won't stop wondering when I'll be back. You're dick will get hard at the mere thought of me. You'll just keep waiting for me to come and take care of your swollen balls. With the amount of sex we're going to be having, we'll no doubt develop a certain chemistry. I'll know what you like, and you'll know what I like. You'll start to go out of your way to please me so that I'll please you. We'll be perfect sexual partners. When two people develop this chemistry, they'll start to really understand each other. You'll know what I'm thinking at all times. And I'll know what you're thinking. You'll start laughing at my jokes. You'll start to sympathize with me. You'll start supporting me, taking my side. Your marriage will no longer be a concern for you. Then, you'll really let loose. There will be no stopping you from doing all the bad things you want to do to me. There will be no stopping you from saying all the things you've been wanting to tell your wife but couldn't because husbands don't say those things. You'll be free. Truly free. There's no use fighting it John. It's inevitable." Jessica finished.

John had been too engrossed in her terrifying speech to realize her hand had moved down to slowly stroke his cock back to full hardness. His cock was dripping with his juices.

"See baby." Jessica whispered, "See how hard I get you? See how hard the thought of being with me gets you? See how hard the thought of leaving your wife for me gets you?"

John tried to fight the pleasure her hand was providing, but he could not. She knew how to stroke him in just the right way. She knew just how to milk the cum out of his dick. She leaned up and focused her attention on his throbbing dick.

Tammy stared at Jessica as she stroked her husband's dick. She watched her facial expressions as she put in the effort to pleasure her husband. Jessica noticed Tammy staring at her, so she responded by smiling brightly and over exaggerating her facial expressions as she jacked off John. It was beyond frustrating for Tammy to have seen Jessica whispering in her husband's ear, no doubt whispering sweet nothings. And to see her husband's response. To see him get hard at what she said, and not hearing what Jessica said, just drove Tammy nuts.

Tammy hated that John got hard with her. She hated it. She understood it's hard for a man to turn his dick off so to speak, but still. But to get hard so quickly after getting off. He never recharged that fast with her. Tammy had to deal with the fact that on some level, John enjoyed what Jessica was doing to him, on a purely physical level.

Jessica released his dick and got up on her knees. She straddled Tammy's husband, ready to fuck again. Tammy couldn't help but be a little jealous of her stamina. For Tammy, after one session of love making, she was pooped. She was done for the night. But Jessica, she was eager to fuck again, ready to please so quickly after their previous fuck. Tammy hated her. She looked away as she lowered herself onto John's dick and tried to think about something else when she heard them both groan out loud. She couldn't help but look back at them as the bed started to creak.

Jessica was clearly ready to go, because as soon as the sex started, she was riding John hard. She put her hands on the headboard to give her more leverage for this hard fuck. She was not slowing down. Tammy couldn't help but think that Jessica was in incredible shape.

John was taking in the incredible shape of Jessica's massive titties as she rode him. He was nearly hypnotized by the hard bouncing nipples bouncing above his eyes. His body was acting on pure instinct. His mouth was salivating at the sight of the succulent nipples above him. His hands were starting to fight the handcuffs, trying to break their grip, not to get away, but to be able give those massive breasts above him in a long, healthy squeeze. But that was just instinct. John didn't even know he was doing it. And luckily, the hoops the handcuffs he was connected to were very secure, because John was using all of his strength to try to break them. Jessica knew what she was doing. John was not getting away.

John was still trying to fight the feelings she was bringing out in him. Despite the situation, he had to admit Jessica was one hell of a fuck. She was bouncing so fast! She clearly knew what she was doing. Her clasping pussy felt so fucking good wrapped around his dick. Her cunt was so tight, and wet, and deep. The pace of this fuck didn't slow down like it did with the previous one. There were no stops. There were no breaks. This was just hard fucking.

"You don't get this from Tammy, do you?" Jessica said loudly as she bounced. John said nothing. "No response? You don't want to admit this sex is better than anything you've ever had. Better than anything Tammy's ever done. I'm doing things that Tammy is simply not capable of. I mean, look at her. That is one ugly bitch. You can tell just by looking at her that's she's a lame fuck. It's pretty obvious. I bet she just lays there. I bet she just takes it. I bet she only wants to make love. She's never interested in doing any of the things you want to do. She's never interested in any of the hard fucking you desperately need. You'll never get any of the good stuff from her. You need to be with a slut like me to get that. How did you get stuck with her anyway? Did you lose a bet or something?" Jessica said.

"I fucking hate you." John replied.

"You're lying, John. We all know it. That hard dick in my cunt is all I need to know about how you really feel about me. Trust me. You would not be that hard, your balls would not be so swollen, you would not be fucking me back if you weren't enjoying yourself." Jessica said as she smiled. John suddenly realized his hips were meeting hers stroke for stroke. He was getting close.

"C'mon, just admit it. Admit that you like me more than you like Tammy. Admit that you love me more than you love Tammy. Say all the things you've wanted to tell her. All the things in the back of your head that you've always wanted to tell her. Tell her!" Jessica ordered.

"FUCK YOU!" John yelled out, the pleasures of her pussy finally overwhelming him. He started cumming hard. His thrusting dick set off Jessica, who literally yelled out in orgasm.

Tammy watched this scene in horror. Just watching her husband and another woman have amazing simultaneous orgasms was a terrifying sight to see. A thought really started to take shape in her mind: Was John enjoying this? Not just the feelings of the things she was doing to him. But was part of him enjoying the rough nature of the sex. Did he maybe enjoy Jessica's filthy mouth? Was there a dark side to her husband's sexual nature? No, of course not. John had never complained about their love life. He had always enjoyed the sex. He wasn't into any of the rough, nasty shit that Jessica was.

Another, even more terrifying thought occurred to her. They were not using any protection. Tammy watched Jessica hump against John and flex her ass, coaxing John's semen to get as deep into her nasty pussy as possible. What if she got pregnant? What if Jessica got herself pregnant on Tammy's husband's dick? The way Jessica was fucking, it almost seemed like she was trying to get pregnant.

John's head fell back to the bed exhausted. His body relaxed as the post sex endorphins flowed through his veins. Jessica rolled off of him, tired from the rough sex. She pressed herself against his side, their sweaty bodies rubbing together. Jessica brought her lips to John's ear.

"If you keep fucking me like that, then tomorrow, I'll let you fuck my ass." she whispered before kissing his cheek. John was in a daze, ready to pass out. It was getting dark, so Jessica pulled out a blanket from under the bed to cover them both up with. Jessica rested her head on his chest, and John was in too much of a daze to fight her off. They were curled up together as they both quickly fell asleep.

Tammy was still wide awake. It was well before the time she usually went to sleep, same with John, but he was clearly worn out from fucking that bitch. She just sat in silence as she watched her husband and that whore curled up, sleeping together in her marital bed. Just this level of intimacy, even if it was forced by Jessica, was driving her nuts. She wanted to scream out, but she didn't want to wake John up.

She tried to fall asleep, anything to get away from the situation she was currently in. Unfortunately, being bound to this chair wasn't exactly comfortable. It took her a few hours, but finally, she nodded off.

It was a few hours later when Tammy was stirred awake. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she heard a sound. A wet, sucking sound. She looked towards the bed. She saw her husband awake, moving around a little, clearly agitated. She looked over to see Jessica, but she was not there. Then, Tammy noticed something bobbing under the blanket. The wet sucking noise was coming from under the blanket.

"Oh, shit!" John said quietly. He looked over to see if his wife was awake, but he didn't see her open eyes. He focused back on the incredible feelings coming from his dick.

He had been woken from his sleep by an amazingly pleasurable feeling coming from his dick. He had been dreaming for a few minutes before that. In the dream, he was getting his dick sucked by a woman. He looked down at the woman, but he couldn't quite make out the face. He thought it was his wife, but the face didn't match the image. It just didn't make sense. Tammy never sucked his dick like this. Her blowjobs never felt this amazing. She never sucked his dick anymore. Then he woke up.

He realized that he was still tied up in his bed, but he didn't have the chance to be disappointed as he realized that the pleasurable feelings coming from his dick was not just a dream. He looked down and saw something bobbing under the blanket. He realized immediately that it was Jessica under there. She must have woken up and just been hungry for dick. So she just went for it. Tammy was never that spontaneous.

As much as he hated to admit it, the blowjob felt amazing. Her tongue was everywhere. She knew just the right places to tease him. She even sucked his balls. She could even deep throat him, right down to the ball sack. Her drool dripping down his cock felt amazing. And she sucked so hard! This was an expert blowjob.

He looked over to see if Tammy was awake, and she was still in the same position, still asleep. John thought, 'what the hell, might as well enjoy it. Tammy won't know.' He just relaxed and let the feelings overwhelm him.

"Oh, fuck, Jessica." he said softly. If his hands were free, he would have placed them on top of her head to hold her on his dick. Her tongue was massaging his dick perfectly, trying to draw the cum out of his swollen balls and into her sucking mouth. Jessica's tongue swirling around his dickhead set him off.

"Ah, fuck!" John said firmly but quietly. His balls started pumping a massive load into Jessica's mouth. And like a good whore, she swallowed every drop. She kept sucking for a few minutes more after he stopped cumming, trying to get any excess cum. When she felt he was completely drained, she popped out from under the blanket and reappeared next to him. She kissed his cheek again.

"Good night, lover." she said softly, laying her head next to his and putting her arm around him protectively. In a daze, John fell asleep quickly.

John woke up with the sunlight shining on his face through the window. He realized he was still tied to the bed. He looked over and saw his wife slumped over, asleep. He turned and saw Jessica sleeping next to him, peacefully. 'God, she's gorgeous' was John's first thought, taking in her serene face. Wait, what? He shook this thought out of his head. This bitch was holding him and his wife hostage, and she had hurt his wife. He hated this woman. But how could a woman he hated so much make him feel this good?

John tried to rationalize his thoughts. On a purely physical level, he was enjoying what she was doing. It didn't mean anything. They were just physical reactions, not emotional ones. How could he not respond? No one would hold it against him for responding to her. It wasn't even him, it was his dick that responded. His dick was betraying his better judgment. This woman was insane. She had tied him down in his own home and had her way with him. She was crazy and evil. The only thing she had going for her was her body. Her gorgeous face. Those massive breasts. Her tight, wet pussy. Her tasty asshole. John tried to get her body out of his mind, but then he realized he couldn't hide from the truth. Her body was spectacular. She was fantastically stunning. He just had to accept it and move on. Her having a great body changed nothing. What kind of woman fucks a man in front of his wife? What kind of woman humiliates someone like that? 

John looked over at Tammy. He hated to see her so defeated. Tied up. Helpless. The fact that she just wanted to get through it and move on just kinda bugged him for some reason. He wanted to see more fight from her. He liked to see her yelling and cursing at Jessica, not just sitting there and watching, crying. He loved that fight in her. She had always been a very independent, strong woman. But Jessica's actions were wearing her down. Jessica humiliating her was, in fact, getting to her.

John wondered what Tammy was thinking. She said she understood what he was going through, that it was okay with her that he had responded physically. But he wondered if that was the truth. He wondered if part of her was afraid that he was enjoying himself too much. That maybe he enjoyed the sex with Jessica more than he let on. Then he remembered the late night blowjob.

John was puzzled to his reaction to waking up to Jessica's warm mouth sucking his dick. He didn't fight her off. He had seen Tammy asleep, so he just went with it and enjoyed it. Why did he do that? Why didn't he fight back? Just because Tammy was asleep, he took that opportunity to enjoy the illicit sex. Did that mean that if Tammy wasn't here he might not fight back? That he would have let himself enjoy the rough sex Jessica was providing? Was Tammy's presence the only thing stopping him from letting loose? No, of course not. He was barely awake at the time. He wasn't thinking clearly.

John sensed something, so he turned and saw Jessica staring at him, wide awake.

"Morning, love." she whispered. John couldn't help but look down at her massive bare tits. Since she was lying on her side, one huge tit was stacked on top of the other. It was one of the sexiest sights he had ever seen. She let him stare before guiding his eyes upward with her finger on his chin.

"Listen," she started in a whisper as she looked past John to glance at Tammy. "You can talk now. She's asleep, so you can say whatever you want about her and she won't hear. You can say all the bad things you've wanted to say about her without penalty." Jessica said with a big smile.

"Go to hell, Jessica." John said quietly, trying not to wake Tammy.

"It's okay, John. I know you want to. It's okay to insult her. Nothing bad will happen. In fact, you will be rewarded. The more insults you say about her, the more rewards you get from me. And trust me, they are worth it." Jessica said brightly. John was puzzled. Jessica continued.

"Now, here's the thing: You cannot tell her about this arrangement. If you tell her anything, the deals off, and quite frankly, I will kick her ass. And don't think you can tell her about this when I'm out of the room. Believe me, I'm always watching." Jessica warned. John looked around, wondering if the room was bugged. He thought of a worse possibility. What if they were being recorded? What if there was a camera in the room? Jessica brought his focus gently back onto her.

"So listen, I'll lay it out for you. Ten insults earns your freedom. Ten slanders against your wife will be all you need to end this. But it's not that easy. It's a ten step process. Here are the ground rules. You could just rattle them off bam, bam, bam. That would be the easy way, but you won't do that, will you? Because you love her. Right? You could be free if you just let go of that urge you feel to protect your wife's honor. But, you won't, at least, not yet. Also, you can't just whisper all of them to me when we're cuddling together. I'll give you some leeway. The first five insults can be whispered in my ear. I know it'll take some time to get used to bashing her, so I'll grant you that. But the last five, you've got to say them out loud. Your wife has to hear them. And you need to mean them. They can't just be mincing, lame insults. They have got to be vicious. They have to have venom. They have to make her hurt. Even when this is over, and you tell her that I made you do this, I want her to think, in the back of her head, that the things you said were what you really thought. Can you do that for me?" Jessica said, her brow crunched up cutely.

John thought about this. This woman was the worst person alive. Literally. She was pure evil. She wanted him to bash his wife. She wanted him to insult his own wife. That's ridiculous! What rewards did she think she could give that would make him insult his wife? If it's sex, John could hold out, no question. If she threatens to withhold sex, John would welcome it. He would win that battle easily. She must be truly naïve if she thinks that he would insult his wife in order to avail himself in this slut's body some more. Jessica took his silence as a chance to continue relaying her fucked up plan.

"So, I'll lay out the rewards. You should thank me, because I'm gonna be generous and give out two rewards for each insult. Okay, for one insult, you'll get bathroom privileges for the rest of our time together. Plus, you'll get a nice, wet blowjob, just like you should be getting every morning. Two insults, that'll get her bathroom privileges as well. It'll also get you a nice long tit-fuck. Imagine how good it'll feel to cum all over these jugs. Imagine how soft they will feel wrapped around your hard cock. Now, three insults, that'll get you food privileges. I'll feed you morning, noon, and night. And also, you'll get an even more delicious meal. I'll let you eat my ass for an hour. I think that'll be enough time for you to satisfy your hunger. Four insults, that'll get wifey food privileges as well. And what'll you get as a reward? You'll get to buttfuck my hot ass. My ass is so fucking tight. Imagine how good my tight asshole will feel around your cock. Imagine how my tight ass will draw the cum out of those huge balls of yours."

"Now, insult number five. If you insult your wife a fifth time, you will get alone time with your wife. I'll give you two thirty minutes to talk without me in the way. Private time to recharge, get your bearings together, and get through the rest of our time together. It'll also get you a nice massage. I mean, your muscles must be so sore, being stuck here. I've been told I give amazing massages. I know all the right places to touch. Insult number six, you'll get a lock of my hair. You might be wondering what the point of that is. Well, when this is all over, and if you feel you were wronged in some way, then you can go to the police and you have a nice lock of DNA to prove my guilt. You'll have the power. If you choose to do that, I'll give you a happy ending to your massage. After my massage, you'll be dying to get off. When you insult your wife for the seventh time, I'll let you kiss her. I mean, a sign of affection, a sign of love, that's something that is vitally important to get through troubled times. If you do choose that, you'll get to bear witness to something very special. One of my many talents. You see, I have the ability to squirt. A lot. I could probably fill a glass with it. So here's what I'll do. I'll get myself to squirt into a glass, then I'll let you have a drink. I'll let you drink the whole glass. A whole glass of my pussy juice. Mmmm."

"Then, if you decide to insult your wife again, then I'll pull your wife out of the room, so she doesn't have to see the naughty things we do together. And if I do that, I'll give you a strip tease. Better than any stripper. Better than any other woman. And if you can't stop yourself, if you insult your wife for a ninth time, then I'll confess everything. I'll tell you who I am, what my job is, where I saw you. Everything. But if I do that, we'll do something really fun. I'll coat myself in baby oil, coat you in baby oil, and we can slide and grind against each other for a while. Just imagine your hard, muscular body against my soft, firm, perfect body. And, if you insult her again, like I promised, I'll let you go. I'll give you your freedom. But not before I give Tammy one more hard slap to remember me by. Do you know how wet it made me when I slapped her before?"

"But if you insult her again, for an eleventh time, you'll get something extra special. You'll get two more rewards. Two massive, perky rewards. I'll let you touch my tits. I'll let you squeeze them. Bare hands on big tits. Married hands on slutty tits. Maybe I'll even let you suck them. And, if the feel of my tits makes you insult your wife again, then I'll fuck you again. I'll run the gamut on you. We'll do everything together. I'll give you the most incredible sexual experience of your life. It'll be rough. It'll be nasty. It'll be fun. And if you insult her for a thirteenth time, then quite frankly, I'll consider that a marriage proposal. That will be you declaring your love for me. If you insult your wife that many times, then you honestly never loved her and deserve to be with someone better. Like me. So, I don't think you'll mind when I take the wedding ring off of her finger and put it on mine. Then we'll be bound together forever."

As Jessica finished her insane speech, John truly saw the extent of her evil. He just lied there and considered everything. This woman was a monster, obviously. But John knew he had to work with her. He weighed the options. Yes, he could end it all now, but that would be at the expense of his wife. But, if he didn't, it would get bad in here. If he did insult her, the only things he would want to gain would be bathroom and food privileges, and also maybe the lock of her hair, so he could get this bitch. The private time would be nice, but his goal was to get to the point where he would get that lock of hair. That would only involve one insult against his wife that she would hear. He could handle that. One gentle insult, some constructive criticism. He found himself considering her proposition, simply to better their situation.

"So?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know." John said.

"C'mon, John. Do you think you could let your wife starve and be covered in her own shit simply because you couldn't say a few bad things about her? Honestly, if she knew the truth, she would rather have you insult her than the alternative. Plus, she won't hear a thing. At least for the first few. What's the problem?" Jessica said. John realized she had a point. John exhaled.

"Fine." John said. Jessica beamed. John just laid back and thought. He had to look at his wife with a critical eye. He had to come up with six insults against his wife. He didn't want to get too mean, but he knew Jessica would want him to be vicious. He thought maybe he could try something in the middle. He looked over at Jessica, and she pushed her ear out towards him. He glanced over at his wife, verifying she was still asleep.

"Uh, well, I think I would like it if Tammy maybe dressed a little better." John said quietly. Jessica bounced her head, as if weighing what he said.

"How would you like her to dress?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know, maybe a little more fashionably." John replied.

"So, she dresses kinda plainly?" Jessica replied.

"Uh, yeah." John agreed. Jessica thought for a moment.

"Not good enough." he said, starting to sit up.

"Wait. Wait!" John hissed. Jessica laid back down.

"I'm listening." Jessica said. John swallowed his pride. He knew what she wanted to hear. She wanted to hear venom. Knowing that Tammy would not hear, John decided to bite the bullet.

"Tammy's clothes are ugly. All of them. They don't show any skin. I wish she would dress a little sexier." John whispered. Jessica took this in.

"You like girls in slutty clothes? I bet when you two are walking down the sidewalk, your eyes look past the girls in the plain, full coverage clothes, like your wife's. You turn your head when you see a girl walk by in a halter top and booty shorts. I bet you love it when you see some slut with her thong straps above the waistline of her pants. I bet Tammy acts disgusted, but you, you just want to catch another glimpse of that sexy whale-tail. I bet you just can't help but notice the girls with their tits pouting out of their tops. I bet you just want to shove down your wife, grab that slut, take her to the back seat of your car, and test the shocks if you know what I mean. Right?" Jessica asked.

'That never happened.' John thought, confused as to why she created this scene. John wanted to argue with her, but he knew it was pointless. John gritted his teeth, and just nodded. Jessica smiled.

"Okay, that'll do, John. That's one. And you just earned yourself a nice morning blowjob." Jessica said. With that she started to crawl under the sheets. The next thing John felt was Jessica's warm breath on his dick. He started to harden from this sensation. Jessica took his hardening dick into her mouth. He groaned quietly. Her mouth was so hot and wet. He could immediately feel her hot spit sliding down his dick. John tried to fight the pleasure, but knew she would keep going until his warm semen was in her belly, so he figured he might as well get it over with. He just wanted to give her as little indication as he could that he was enjoying this.

John tried to stay quiet to avoid waking Tammy, but Jessica was deliberately slurping loudly on his dick. Her bobbing head and swirling tongue were driving him to the edge, but she knew just when to stop and let it simmer. She kept up this loud sucking for a while, taking pauses to prevent him from going over the edge. She kept slurping on his dick until she saw that Tammy was stirring.

Tammy started hearing loud slurps and clacks echoing through the room, which stirred her from her troubled sleep. She cleared her eyes and was confronted by the same sight she confronted then she had last been awake. The sight of a slut bobbing under a blanket on her husband's dick.

John was getting close to cumming again. His rock hard dick was buried in this slut's throat, and coated in her spit. Her hands were massaging his balls gently, in just the right way. Jessica pulled back until only the fat tip of his dick was in her mouth. Then, Jessica's tongue went crazy on the underside of his dick.

"Oh, Fuck!" John yelled, out, unable to contain the pleasure Jessica was giving him. He glanced over at Tammy, her eyes now wide open.

"I'm sorry, Tam." he called out to her, before returning his focus to the slut in bed with him.

"Fuck!" John yelled out, feeling the cum burst out of his shaft into her warm, welcoming mouth. Her hands started pumping his dick, aiding in his amazing orgasm. He could feel her swallow all of his cum to make space for the next burst. Once Jessica released him from her grasp, John was able to relax, the pressure in his balls now gone. She crawled back up to him.

"You taste so fucking good, John." she whispered. She jumped out of the bed and walked out of the room. John was still in a daze, recovering from the blowjob. Tammy was silent. Jessica returned quickly, with a rag in her hand.

"Sorry, John. It's got to be this way." Jessica said, before taking the rag and pushing it over his mouth and nose. John started fighting back, struggling to breathe.

"Hey! Stop! He can't breathe! Stop!" Tammy yelled out.

"It's okay, Tammy. Just giving him enough to shake him up." Jessica said, struggling to hold the rag against him. After about twenty seconds, John relaxed a little bit and Jessica removed the rag. Tammy looked at John, making sure he was okay. His eyes were open halfway, and his head was moving slightly. It looked like he was dizzy, or stoned. Jessica let him rest for a minute, making sure her plan worked. She set down the rag, and went to work, untying his legs.

"What are you doing?" Tammy asked.

"Well, with all the orgasms he gave me, I think he earned bathroom privileges." Jessica replied.

"What about me? I need to go too." Tammy asked.

"Tough shit. You haven't done anything to earn that right yet." Jessica said. Tammy rolled her eyes.

"What was that you gave him?" Tammy asked.

"Well, it was something to make sure he doesn't fight me too much while he's untied." Jessica replied, finishing untying his feet. She held out a set of keys that she had been holding in her palm. She uncuffed one wrist, then the other. Tammy hoped to see him leap up and fight against his captor, but he didn't. He was clearly zonked out on whatever she gave him. Jessica pulled his arm, and barely knowing where he was, he allowed himself to be pulled up. She put his arm around her shoulders, and she led him towards the bathroom.

A few minutes later, they returned. Tammy was disappointed to see her husband still in a daze. He put up no fight when Jessica put him back onto the bed. She swiftly cuffed him to the bed and tied down his legs. Tammy's husband had failed to escape her grasp. Jessica turned and left the room.

"John?" Tammy called out, but he was unresponsive. Tammy sat in silence as she heard Jessica talking. She must be on the phone again. Almost a half hour passed before John started to stir.

"John." Tammy called out softly.

"What happened?" John asked.

"She drugged you or something. She took you to the bathroom." Tammy replied. John exhaled.

"I'm sorry, Tammy, for all of this." John apologized again.

"It's not your fault, John. Just do what it takes for us to get through this. To get her out of our lives." Tammy said. John took in what she said, and just nodded.

"Nice to see your back with us, John!" Jessica said brightly, strutting back into the room, still nude. She hopped back onto the bed and curled up beside him.

"So, sweetie..." she started, whispering in his ear. "Do you have anything else to say?"

John had to just lie there and think. He had to get bathroom privileges for Tammy. And they both had to eat. The thirty minutes of alone time would be okay, but not necessary. But John wanted the lock of her hair. He wanted to have something on her so he would be able to take her down. To get her arrested, and bring her to justice. So John thought to himself. He needed to get to six insults. And only one had to be heard by Jessica. One was down, so he had five left. So John had to think of five more slurs against his wife. John hated to think this way, but Tammy herself said that he should do whatever it takes to get through this. And once this was all done, Tammy would understand.

John thought to himself, 'What do I say against my wife?' She wasn't perfect, but he loved her with all of his heart. Were there things he wished were different with her? Sure, but they were petty things, and John knew Jessica would not accept petty insults. He needed mean stuff. Then, John had a flash. Jessica had already insulted Tammy. John thought back to what she said earlier about his wife. The insults she said about Tammy. Maybe John could just echo her statements. He turned to face her.

"I wish Tammy was more tan." John whispered.

"Do you like tan girls?" Jessica whispered with a smile.

"In my past, I generally liked girls that were tan." John replied civilly.

"You like smooth, tan skin like mine?" Jessica asked, running a hand across her chest. John had noticed that Jessica had no tan lines. The image flashed into his head of her hot body, nude on a beach, baking in the sun. He could see in his mind's eye her massive tits pointing skyward, aching for more sunlight. John shook his head, clearing these thoughts.

"Yes." John replied simply.

"Then why would you marry a girl with such ugly skin?" Jessica asked.

"Because I love her. Because my love goes beyond the fact that she has pasty skin." John replied. Jessica smiled.

"Yeah, but to me, the skin is a sign of how much care a girl puts into pleasing her man. With a girl like me, with smooth, tan, sexy skin, it's clear that I put a lot of working into making myself look attractive. But her? She has dry, pasty skin. She clearly never tans." Jessica said.

"She burns easily." John replied, defending his wife.

 "Oh, Fuck Yes!" Jessica screamed out, cumming from the violent ass fucking.

"Holy Shit!" John yelled out, her ass providing a pleasure he had never experienced. His hips leapt off of the bed as cum started spewing out of his dick into her warm, welcoming ass. Her clenching ass just drew the cum out of his balls in just the right way. His dick just kept spewing and spewing. How did she keep doing this to him? How did she keep making him cum in unbelievable amounts? After shooting what felt like a gallon of cum deep into Jessica's ass, he fell back to the bed, completely drained. She lifted her ass up until his softening dick plopped out of her ass onto his torso. John watched her asshole tighten to its previous form, quickly looking good as new.

John was completely drained. His dick was sore and his balls were empty. He had cum three times in the last two hours. He simply had no energy left, especially on an empty stomach. His eyes lidded over and he started to doze. Jessica bounced out of the room.

Tammy didn't want to wake John up, but she didn't want to be alone. She was trapped with her own thoughts. She had started to realize that despite all that John had said, part of him was enjoying the rough sex Jessica was providing. Part of him liked licking this woman's asshole. Part of him liked fucking her up the ass. Part of him liked having this bitch inhale his hard cock. Part of him enjoyed having this bitch ride his hard dick with her tight pussy. A deep, dark part of him was enjoying this. A part of him that Tammy had never encountered. A part of him that he had never brought out into the view of others. He was too sweet and good hearted to ever say anything about it. All people had deep dark fantasies. The measure of a good person was their ability to suppress their dark urges. And she knew that her husband John was a good man. All this proved was that he had some dark urges.

And she knew that whore Jessica was a bad person. A bad girl. Good girls don't go around tying up happy couples in their own home. Good girls don't make a man forcefully fuck her. Only bad girls do that. Bad girls ride hard dicks like absolute sluts. Bad girls sit on men's faces, forcing them to eat their pussies. Bad girls make men eat their assholes. Bad girls make men forcefully rim them. Bad girls let men fuck them in the ass. Only bad girls do that. Only sluts do that. Good girls experience lovemaking, a truly life changing experience that sluts never have. Good men aren't interested in what sluts have to offer. They're above that. All sluts care about is physical pleasure. All they care about is sex. They never experience that deep, emotional bond that two people in love experience. For a second, Tammy pitied Jessica, for living such a pathetic, shallow existence. That bitch would never have what she and John had.

Tammy just sat in silence. She heard some movement from below her. Jessica was busy doing something. Then, she smelled something. Something good. Food! Jessica was cooking something. Tammy's stomach started to rumble. She was starving. She looked forward to Jessica's return, simply for food. Tammy heard John's stomach growl, and when she looked over, he was awake. They heard some footsteps approaching. They anticipated Jessica's return.

Jessica walked back in with a mug in hand. Both John and Tammy were puzzled. Jessica walked over to Tammy. She put the mug at her lips. Jessica tipped the mug severely, forcing its contents into her mouth quickly. Tammy tried to swallow whatever it was, but Jessica was pouring it in too quickly, and some of the contents were forced out of her mouth into her lap. She coughed and choked on what she had to drink. As Jessica emptied the mug, Tammy choked and spat out, trying to breathe. Tammy's eyes teared up as she coughed. She tried to taste what she had just swallowed. It tasted like cold cereal. It was cereal, but there were no chunks.

"I mashed it up so it would be easy to swallow. Hope you enjoyed it. That's all you're gonna get." Jessica explained, before quickly leaving the room. Jessica had mashed up cereal and put it in a mug of milk. That's all Tammy was getting for food. She wasn't even able to swallow half of it. Plus, she didn't know what cereal it was, because she didn't recognize the taste.

Jessica quickly reentered the room, carrying a full plate of bacon and eggs, with a glass of orange juice. She went over to the bed, and joined John.

"Do you like bacon and eggs, John?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah, actually. It's my favorite." John said quietly.

"Really?!" she said brightly. "Well, here you go." she said, starting to feed him. For the next twenty minutes, Tammy was forced to watch, still hungry, as this bitch slowly and lovingly fed her husband his favorite meal. She sweetly held out the glass of juice for John to sip on. It was driving Tammy nuts, watching this seemingly private display of two lovers. Tammy especially hated seeing Jessica whisper in his ear again. She started doing this right after John finished eating.

"I can still feel all of that cum inside me. You shot so much!" she whispered. "Wanna know a secret?" she asked cutely. John said nothing, but she was clearly waiting for an answer.

"Ok. What's the secret?" John relented.

"You shot so much that it was leaking out of me. Out of my ass. So I took some of it and put it in her cereal." Jessica said, sharing this naughty secret. John eyes opened wide, shocked at this act.

"Just think, your wife drank your cum from my ass. That's so fucking hot." She said, reinforcing the naughtiness of this act. She leaned down and kissed his cheek again. What she did was so fucked up, so wrong. But why did it kinda turn him on? Why did the idea that this bitch had taken the cum that he had shot into her asshole and put it in his wife's meal, forcing her to drink it? His wife had been so embarrassed and humiliated by this woman. So defeated, again and again. So conquered. So owned.

Jessica slipped off the bed, gathered the dirty dishes, and left the room.

"What does she keep whispering? What don't you guys want me to hear?" Tammy asked.

"It's nothing." John said, dodging the subject.

"John, tell me!" Tammy begged.

"She, uh, she's talking trash. About you. Trust me, you don't want to hear it." John insisted, willing her to drop the subject. Tammy wanted to hear more, but she stopped herself.

"I love you, Tammy." John said with feeling.

"I love you too." she replied. Jessica walked into the room, so they both quieted down. She jumped back onto the bed.

"You two talking?" Jessica whispered. John said nothing.

"You know, if you want to have a long, private chat, all you have to do is give me another insult. Just one teeny, tiny insult and you get some private time with the wife. Make it a good one. This is the last one that you don't have to tell wifey, so you'd better make it a really vicious one" Jessica teased.

John had to think to himself. He only had two more insults left to get to his intended goal before waiting her out for the rest of the weekend. The only other insult he could remember that Jessica had said was about Tammy's hair. Tammy had always been really sensitive about her hair, so it would be best to get that out of the way.

"Her hair isn't the best." John whispered in her ear.

"In what way?" Jessica asked.

"It's kinda stringy. And short. I always liked girls with longer hair." John said.

"Really? What else?" Jessica asked, searching for more insults.

"Um, well, she has to dye her hair. She already has a bunch of gray hairs." John added, revealing one of Tammy's biggest secrets.

"Ha! I knew it. I can spy a bad dye job a mile away." Jessica said smugly.

"So, you like long, full, shiny hair. Right? Long hair that you can grab onto? Shiny brunette hair, better than that ratty black dye job? You've always liked girls with long, full hair, with just the right amount of curl. A girl can just twirl her sexy hair, and you would definitely notice. Right? I bet you've gone to the salon with your wife, right? I bet she dragged you there one day. I bet you were surprised that her hairstylist was the trashy older woman with the terrible hair. She had ugly hair, and ugly clothes. But that's who your wife thought knew about style. You were shocked that your wife went to her, and not the other hairstylist. You know the one I'm talking about? The one with the long, perfect, sexy hair. The one with the big tits bursting out of her tight top. The one that exposed a mile of juicy cleavage. The one you noticed the minute you walked in. The one that clearly understood what style is all about. The one that knew what it took to really be sexy. You remember that? You remember when she kept glancing at you, trying to signal you to sneak to the back? When your wife was getting her graying hair dyed, you wanted to follow that slut's bouncing ass to the back, bend her over, grab onto that sexy hair, and just fuck the shit out of her. Just ride her till she screamed. Right?" Jessica asked.

"Yes." John moaned out quietly. These scenes she kept creating were so wrong, so dirty, so fucked up. But so hot. He couldn't help but admit these scenes were hot. They were like porno scenes. Porno scenes starring him and his wife, but where his wife was one of the background extras and he and some slut were the stars. Porno scenes that he could have had if her were that type of guy. He didn't notice his own hips hump slightly into the air.

"You are getting so good at this, John." Jessica whispered, kissing him on the cheek yet again. "Five down, five to go." She hopped off the bed.