Chapter 625 - Stockholm Syndrome by TheTalkMan

"Okay, guys, I'm gonna take a shower. So, feel free to talk. Chat it up. I'll be back in like a half hour. Okay?" Jessica asked. She turned back and bent over to put her mouth next to John's ear.

"Remember. Don't say anything about our arrangement. Believe me, I will know." Jessica warned, before straightening up and leaving the room. She went into the bathroom and left the door open a crack.

There was an awkward silence between husband and wife now that the slut that had got between them had now left the room. It wasn't until the shower started that words were spoken.

"How is she?" Tammy asked.

"What?" John asked.

"How is she?" Tammy reiterated. John paused. "Is she better than me?" Tammy added.

"It's, um, it's different." John said.

"Do you like it?" Tammy asked.

"It's, uh, it's not the worst thing. Listen, Tam, it's different for a man. It's hard for me to not respond." John argued.

"Is this the type of stuff you like? Do you like rough sex?" Tammy asked.

"No, Tammy, it's not like that. I don't want this." John replied.

"How's her ass taste? Huh? I saw how you went back for more!" Tammy said.

"Is this how this is gonna be, Tammy!? We get thirty minutes alone, and you're gonna come after me about stuff I didn't even want to do!" John yelled out. Tammy paused.

"Uh, I'm sorry John. It's just... it's really hard to watch you two doing what you've been doing. I can't stand that I'm trapped here and can't do anything to help you, John. I hate this bitch for doing this to us. I hate her for doing what she's done to you." Tammy said, near tears.

"Me too, Tammy. Me too. I hate her. I hate what she says. I hate what she does to you. To us. I hate it! Tammy, I'm just doing what you said. I'm trying to do what it takes to get us through this. Whatever it takes." John replied.

"I know, John. Do you have any plan to get through this?" she asked.

"Just, uh, wait her out. She says she'll leave at the end of tomorrow, and I'm hoping she lives up to her word." John replied. There was a silence.

"And by the way." John started. "She's not better than you. She's different, not better." he said, reassuring her. Tammy smiled. They both suddenly heard a sensual humming from the bathroom. Jessica was humming some song to herself while she showered. John rolled his eyes, and Tammy laughed.

They chatted for the next few minutes, just making themselves feel better. Suddenly, the shower stopped, and they both heard motion from the bathroom. They prepped themselves for Jessica's return.

Jessica sashayed out of the bathroom, still nude, her body glowing from the hot shower. She was carrying a bottle of some sort.

"Alright, baby, time for that massage I promised you." Jessica said, standing next to the bed. John realized she was carrying a bottle of massage oil. She opened it, turned the bottle over, and poured a lot of oil onto his chest. As she poured the oil, her freshly washed hair fell onto his face. Her clean hair smelled really good. John couldn't help but smell her hair, taking in that sexy smell. John was surprised at how warm the oil was as it pooled on his chest. Jessica set down the bottle, and kneeled onto the bed. She ran her hands through the oil on his chest, soaking her hands. She reached over to his left hand and seized it in both of hers. Then the message began.

She started with his fingers, firmly massaging each of them, one at a time. She took her time, firmly rubbing each of his fingers. She moved down to his palm, rubbing it hard with her thumbs, really digging in there. It was almost too hard, but it did kinda feel good. Time seemed to fade away as he let himself enjoy this massage. She started moving down his arm, rubbing firmly, massaging his aching arms, sore from being bound to this bed in such an uncomfortable position.

"Such big muscles. Such a big, strong man." Jessica said quietly, really digging into his muscles. His left arm felt like mush once she was done with it. She moved over him to his right arm. She repeated the process on his right arm, taking her time, really doing a good job.

John had lost track of time as she moved down to his feet. She started on his left foot, firmly rubbing it, digging into it hard. But it felt great. He loved getting his feet rubbed, and this bitch was doing it so freaking well. She rubbed his toes one at a time, then the underside of his foot, his heel. He couldn't help but groan quietly. She moved up his leg, continuing the firm massage. She got close to his now hardening dick. She would get within an inch of John's dick, but she never touched it. She repeated the process on his right leg, massaging up the leg all the up to the cock, but again not touching it. She knee-walked up towards his head, quickly refreshing her hands with the massage oil. She moved up to his head, and started to rub his face and scalp with her fingers. John was surprised at how good this face and head massage felt. She eventually moved down to his neck, digging into it. John couldn't contain the loud groans that escaped his mouth. The neck massage felt so good.

What added to the pleasure was the big, fat, bare breast jiggling above him. His eyes followed her hard nipple as it bounced above him. His mouth salivated at the thought of having that tit in his mouth. Despite his loyalty to his wife, he kinda hoped that Jessica would force him to play with her breasts at some point this weekend. Force him to suck on those juicy nipples. Force those huge breasts around his face, suffocating him in softness. Maybe let him get a quick squeeze with his hands. Might as well get something nice out of this awful situation.

She moved down to his shoulders and firmly massaged them. John was being lulled into a daze as she both worked out the stress in his shoulders and jiggled her firm breasts above him, nearly hypnotizing him.

Jessica's hands moved down to his muscular chest and torso. Her hands rubbed his firm pecs, before moving down towards his abs.

"God, you're in such good shape. I love your body." Jessica commented, her fingers tracing his firm abs.

She started to rub downward, towards his now hard cock. She would get as close as possible without touching it. She seemed to spend what felt like hours tracing just around his cock with her fingers, never touching it. Rubbing every possible area around his dick except the dick itself. The front of his body had been covered in the massage oil, except for one big part. His dick was rock hard and bone dry.

She just kept rubbing her hands towards his dick, as if trying to force something under his skin towards his hard cock.

"Most people don't know this," Jessica started, "but stress manifests itself as cum in the human body. When you get really stressed out, more cum gets created in the body. When you massage a man really well, it releases all of that stress from the affected area. Then, all you've got to do is force all that delicious stress to one concentrated area. A long, fat, hard area. You take all that stress from all over the body and force it all towards one spot. You fill up that area with all of that tasty stress until it's full, bursting for release. The only way to truly relax is to find a way to release all of that creamy stress. Do you know what I mean, John?" Jessica said, smiling, looking down at him. Jessica of course knew this entire spiel was bullshit, but it sounded good.

"Yes." John replied. He knew what she was saying was bullshit, but it did kinda feel that way. Every time she rubbed his body towards his dick, it felt like more cum was being forced into his balls. It did truly feel like she was forcing all of that stress to one area.

Jessica maintained her rubbing, till John remembered that the cost of a happy ending to this massage was another insult. This would be the final insult he planned to give. He just wanted that lock of hair so he could bring her down. And, unfortunately, he had to say it out loud. He didn't want to be too vicious, so he had to think of something that wouldn't hurt her feelings too much.

"Do you want that happy ending, John? Do you want me to take care of all that stress?" Jessica asked. She looked at him, knowing what he had to do to get that happy ending. John couldn't fight the pressure in his balls.

"I, uh..." he started, hearing his own voice about to loudly vocalize an insult against his wife. "I wish Tammy had a better job."

Tammy was confused upon hearing this. Why would he all of a sudden just say that?

"What does she do?" Jessica asked, still firmly rubbing his thighs.

"She's, uh... she's a bank teller." John replied, struggling with the pleasure she was giving him.

"And what do you do?" Jessica asked.

"I'm a teacher. I teach high school English." John said.

"Teachers are important. Shaping the youth of the world. That's vitally important. It was probably what you dreamed of doing." Jessica said.

"Yeah." John said.

"I'm sure there aren't a lot of girls that dream of growing up and becoming a bank teller." Jessica said mockingly.

"Fuck you!" Tammy called out. Jessica just smiled.

"She was probably terribly unqualified for a job of any importance, right? She's clearly an idiot, so a job as a bank teller was probably the only thing she could get. Right?" Jessica said. "Bank tellers don't exactly rake it in. Is that you're issue? You wish she made more money?"

"Yes." John said.

"I know teachers don't make a ton of money either, but they make a good amount. Plus, it's so emotionally fulfilling to be able to impart all of that knowledge to future generations. Right? If she's not gonna bother getting an important job, she could at least try to get a job that makes money." Jessica said.

"Fuck you! I make money!" Tammy said.

"But not the kind of money John wants. John wants to live the good life. I can tell. But here you are dragging him down, forcing him to live in squalor when he's deserving of so much better. It must really sting to be held back like this, right John?" Jessica said.

"Yes." John said, just trying to move this along as fast as possible.

"It must have bothered you to marry down. I bet you've heard all the whispers. All of your friends wondering how an ugly bitch like her locked down a stud like you. It's sad to see this. I'm sad for you, John, simply because you don't know any better. You don't know that you are capable of so much more. You are deserving of so much more." Jessica said, sympathizing with John. John remained silent. 

"I bet you've visited her at work before. Right, John? It must be funny, thinking about it. She realized she is of a lower class than most of us, so she went to a job where she serves people their money. She is forced to help richer people handle their money. She is forced to sit on her ass and give rich, successful people their money. I bet there's not a moment that goes by that she's not jealous of those rich, successful women that come through her line. She understands her inferiority, so she put herself in a position where she serves those that are better than her."

"I bet you noticed this when you visited her. You saw all of those rich, gorgeous women get their money, and you wished you had married one of them instead. I bet one of those rich sluts saw you sitting there, and they couldn't resist saying hello. How could they? How could they resist a stud like you? These rich women, they think they can get whoever they want. It doesn't matter if you're married. And they hit on you. And you were receptive, but resistant. I bet you kept turning these sluts away, trying desperately to stay loyal to your wife. But then that one slut came along. That one who was irresistible. That one who made it clear she would do anything. That she was a total slut. And you were just about ready to walk out with her. To get in her Porsche, drive to her mansion, and spend some quality time together. To trade up from this nasty life into the good one, with a nasty slut. A rich slut who could give you anything you ever wanted. But then your wife came along to ruin your fun. To drag you back to this crappy place, and your crappy marriage. I bet there's not a day that's gone by where you didn't wonder where you would be if you had left with that slut. I bet there's not a day that's gone by where you didn't wonder how tight that bitch's pussy would be. How much of your dick you could get in her ass. Right?" Jessica asked.

He had actually been hit on once by one of the visitors at Tammy's bank. He had politely let her know he was married, but, as Jessica said, that had not stopped her. He had no choice but to walk away. He did randomly think about her every so often, wondering her intentions, but those were just passing thoughts. He was jarred from his thoughts when he felt Jessica's hands near his dick, teasing his cock, demanding a response.

"Yes!" John called out, desperate to cum.

Jessica's hands moved from his torso and finally touched the base of his dick. As both of her hands ascended his dick, the sensation of finally getting his cock touched set him off. In one single, ball-churning stroke, her hands drove him over the edge. As her hands reached just below the head of his dick, cum shot out of his dick like a fountain.

"Holy Shit!" John yelled out. Cum spurted into the air before landing on his chest and belly. He just kept shooting, all the stress in his body now shooting out of his dick. And he must have been very stressed, because his chest and stomach were now covered with his own cum. After almost a full minute of cumming, John settled down, exhausted again. Exhausted, but more relaxed than he had ever been before. He felt like a puddle of jelly after that amazing massage. He glanced over at the clock, noting three hours had passed since the beginning of the massage. Once again, Jessica had taken all the energy out of him, and his eyes lidded over before falling asleep again.

"So, here's the deal, Tammy. Early on, I was teasing him, preventing him from getting off. So, he had this idea. He would say something bad about you, and I would get him off. He knew that it would totally appeal to my fetishes, so I agreed. So, every time you hear your hubby diss you, he's doing it to get off. He's insulting you so I can empty his balls. He cares more about getting off than your feelings. Just think about that." Jessica said.

Tammy immediately questioned this. That didn't sound like her husband at all. But why did he insult her? He wanted the happy ending to the massage, so he insulted her job, then Jessica got him off. Was Jessica telling the truth? Had John worked out some sort of insults for pleasure deal?

A buzzing was heard again from another room. Jessica rolled her eyes and ran from the room. Tammy rested her head back, exhausted from the hell she and her husband had been put through. Tammy was alerted when she heard yelling. Jessica was yelling at someone. She must be on the phone, Tammy realized. The yelling went on for a few minutes before going silent. Tammy heard footsteps approaching. She sensed Jessica's presence, but before she could see her, a needle entered her neck. Everything went black.

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"Tammy!" John yelled out. No response.

"Tammy!" John yelled again. Tammy suddenly started to stir. Her eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds.

"Thank God." John said, seeing his wife move. Finally, she was able to get her eyes open. She was shocked to see it was dark out.

"What happened?" she said drunkenly, still not fully back.

"I don't know. I passed out after the massage and when I woke up you were unconscious. I've been trying to wake you up for hours. I thought she had hurt you." John explained.

"What time is it?" Tammy asked groggily.

"It's past eleven." John said. "Listen, I think Jessica's gone. I've been awake for awhile, and I haven't seen her or heard any motion. I think she's gone." John said hopefully.

"You think she would just leave us like this? Just tied up?" Tammy asked.

"Who knows what she's thinking. Listen, can you move at all?" John asked. Tammy wiggled her toes. Her legs were too short to reach the ground from a sitting position, and her feet were tied roughly against the legs of the chair. The only movement she could make with her feet was by wiggling her toes. She didn't have enough leverage to try to move the chair by shifting her torso. She was stuck.

"No. I can't move. You?" she asked. He jerked his legs wildly and bounced hard on the bed, pulling his arms as hard as he could, but nothing budged.

"No. This all seems really secure. We're stuck unless she comes back." John said. Tammy tried to remember the last thing that had happened. She remembered Jessica on the bad, next to her passed out husband. She remembered Jessica explaining some sort of deal. A deal where her husband insulted his wife in exchange for sexual relief. Tammy was about to ask John about this when they heard a door slam shut. John and Tammy looked at each other, sharing a look of both dread and relief. Dread that that bitch had come back. Relief that they were not abandoned. They heard footsteps approaching.

"Sorry guys." Jessica said, reentering the room. "I had to take care of some business. It's all taken care of, so we should be good to go."

John took her in. She was in a different outfit than the one he had seen her in last. She was wearing a tight pink blouse, stretched tight over her two best assets, and a pair of low-rise jeans. Her blouse was unbuttoned enough to expose a healthy amount of cleavage. John's dick reflexively got hard just being in this woman's presence. Jessica noticed this and smiled. She was carrying a pizza box in her hand.

"I didn't have time to cook, so I picked up this pizza for dinner." Jessica said. John noticed that she seemed a little worn out. She walked over to the bed and set the pizza box down.

"I got something for you too." Jessica said, a cup in hand. She grabbed a loop of thick rope and threw it around her neck. She balanced the cup on this loop, the straw near her lips. Tammy drank some, and realized it was warm, flat soda. Tammy winced at the taste.

"Please, can I just have some real food?" Tammy begged.

"You'll be fine, Tammy. Besides, you need to lose the pounds." Jessica said derisively. Jessica walked over to John and looked down at his chest disappointedly.

"Damn, I was looking forward to eating that." she said, looking at the dried cum on his chest and stomach. She bent over and whispered in his ear. "Your cum taste's so good."

Jessica opened up the pizza and held a slice to John's lips. He quickly took a bite. A starving Tammy had watch as Jessica and her husband shared this delicious looking pizza. John looked guilty, but there was nothing he could do about it. They quickly finished the pizza while Tammy sipped on her flat soda. Tammy soon finished off the drink, and Jessica cleaned up for all of them. Jessica soon returned to the room.

"You've had a long day, John. I know you're probably beat." Jessica said, starting to unbutton her top. Her massive breasts were quickly revealed to him again. She quickly shoved down her jeans and slipped into bed with him, nude again. Her hand slid down his stomach and circled his dick.

"And I know you want a little more, baby. But you're gonna have to wait." she said, teasing him. John had expected her to come right back for more sex, and he was shocked at her restraint.

"Good night." Jessica said, pulling the blanket over them and turning off the light.

It took a while to fall asleep. Jessica had fallen asleep right away, and Tammy soon after. John had to will his dick to go soft, which was especially difficult with Jessica's soft breasts pushing against him. He finally fell asleep after he realized that in twenty four hours, he would be done with this woman.

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John woke up, feeling like he had been asleep for days. He saw it was past eleven. Good. That much closer to the time that Jessica would be gone. He smelled a great smell. He saw that Tammy was still asleep. He realized that Jessica must be making food. Within minutes, Jessica strutted into the bedroom, plate in hand.

"Morning, sweetie." Jessica said. "Since we all slept, in, I thought I'd make us lunch." John realized the plate she was carrying a nice, juicy cheeseburger. His stomach started to rumble. He loved burgers. She sat down next to him. She brought the burger to his lips and he took a big bite. As he swallowed, he couldn't help the groan that escaped his mouth.

"Good?" she asked.

"Yes, actually. It's really good." John said.

"Does your wife ever make you burgers?" she asked.

"Yeah, but they're not as good as this one." John said. Jessica smiled brightly at this comment.

"Oh, really? She's not a very good cook?" Jessica asked. John realized he had slipped.

"Uh, no, not really." He replied.

"Well, she's just bad at everything, isn't she?" Jessica said. "Do you think I'm a better cook than her?"

John had only eaten two of her meals, so he had very little criteria to judge. But, of the meals she made, they had both been delicious. John figured, what the hell, why not just humor her.

"Yes, you're a better cook." John said. Jessica smiled.

"Well, John, I won't count that as an insult, but I do appreciate it." she said with a wink and a bright smile. John laughed a little bit at this. She said it in such a perky away that it amused him. He quickly finished off the burger, with a soda to wash it down. Jessica stood and walked over to Tammy.

"Hey, idiot. Wake up." Jessica said, lightly slapping her on the cheeks, waking her. Tammy got adjusted before Jessica spoke again.

"All right, I found this in the fridge. Looks like it was going bad, so I figured I'd give it to you." Jessica said, holding up a container of week old leftover Chinese food. Tammy didn't really like Chinese, John did, but she wouldn't complain about finally getting actual food. Jessica fed her this cold, stale Chinese food quickly. It had a little bit of a funky taste, but Tammy didn't care. She wolfed it down quickly.

Jessica used the rag to dose them both, allowing her to give them both bathroom breaks, Tammy first, then John. She cleaned up John a bit before replacing him in the bed. By the time they both woke up from their haze, another hour had passed.

Jessica got John's attention. She was standing behind Tammy. Without a word, she pulled out a pair of scissors, and snipped some hair off from her luxurious curls. She put this hair in a sandwich bag, preserving the evidence. She set the bag and the scissors on the dresser. She had lived up to her word with John. She walked over to him.

"You know, John, I could use a nice hard cum right now." Jessica said, joining him on the bed. She straddled him, her pussy above his eyes.

"Don't you like my pussy? Isn't it pretty?" Jessica asked.

"Yes." John replied.

"Do you love it?" Jessica asked.

"Yes. I love your pussy" John said, his tone indicating otherwise.

"C'mon, John. I didn't believe you." Jessica pouted.

"Yes, I love your pussy." John said with more feeling.

"Really?" Jessica asked quickly.

"Yes." John replied quickly.

"Is it prettier than your wife's pussy?" she asked quickly again.

"Yes of course." he said without thinking. "Wait, that's not what I meant." he started, realizing what he said.

"Wait. Did you catch that Tammy? Did you?" Jessica said with such a smug look on her face. Tammy looked down at the floor, humiliated.

"That was his answer without thinking. That is what he really thinks, without putting up all the buffers that he thinks he has to put up. That feeling that everything about his wife is perfect. That's just what he says to protect your dignity. You just caught a glimpse at his true feelings. His true belief that his wife has some pretty disappointing qualities. Right?" Jessica said. Tammy said nothing.

"Say it, John. Say what you really feel about your wife's pussy." Jessica demanded. John realized the damage was done. He had accidently slipped and confessed that Jessica's pussy was prettier than Tammy's. It was, but he didn't mean to say it.

"Um, I guess your pussy is prettier than Tammy's" John said.

"In what way?" Jessica asked.

"Uh, well, it's so neat and tidy. It just looks pretty." John said.

"And hers doesn't?" Jessica asked.

"Well, not exactly. She, uh, she doesn't shave." John started.

"Wait, she doesn't shave?" Jessica said, interrupting.

"Well, no. She doesn't like it." John replied.

"Ew. That's just gross. Word of advice, Tam. Men don't like big, nasty bushes." Jessica said, lecturing her. "Be honest, John. Her pussy smells bad. Doesn't it? She looks like one of those girls." Jessica said.

"Uh, well..." John started, avoiding the truth.

"Ha! I think that's all the answer we need." Jessica said with a big laugh. Tammy's face was red with embarrassment, and John felt terrible. Jessica looked down at John.

"John, you like shaved pussies, don't you? Shaved, with maybe a cute little landing strip, like mine. A pussy that is nice and neat and well cared for, not a disgusting swamp like your wife's. Trust me, I saw it when I was helping her in the bathroom. And I agree. It's fucking nasty. I don't blame you for liking shaved pussies after dealing with that monster for years. I bet you look up pictures of pussies on the internet. I bet you sneak away from the wife and just spend hours looking up pictures of slutty girls shaved little pussies. But that wasn't enough. You started chatting with women online, begging them to show you their pussies. They did, of course, cause they were huge sluts. But that wasn't enough. You wanted to meet up with them, get a hotel room, and get an up close and personal look at a nice, perfect, pretty pussy. I bet you wanted to spend hours between their legs, just sucking all the juices out. Then you wanted to bury your dick in those pretty pink pussies and just fuck the shit out of them, to get what your wife could never provide. Didn't you!" Jessica demanded.

"Yes." he said, knowing he might as well finish off the insult, as a drop of pre-cum dripped out of his dick. John had always loved to go down on girls. He just loved everything about it. He loved the look of a girls pussy, the taste, even the smell. He had gone down on every girl he dated before Tammy, and they had all loved it. Tammy didn't like it, and John didn't enjoy it with her. So John was forced to move on from his little hobby. And he was okay with that. But every so often, he would notice a girl and he would just know that her pussy would taste great. He would just know it. John had that sense about girls. He had immediately recognized that Jessica was one of those girls. And he was right.

"Fuck, John. You don't know what you saying those things is doing for me." Jessica moaned out, starting to rub her pussy. "John, I'll be right back." Jessica added, bouncing out of the room. John couldn't stand to make eye contact with his wife after accidently saying his wife had an ugly, smelly bush. Plus, he knew Jessica wouldn't allow him to confess that these insults were lies in order to end their ordeal quicker. But with this last insult, was it a lie, or was it what Jessica had said? His true feelings coming out in an unguarded moment. He had never enjoyed going down on Tammy, and he had definitely enjoyed it more with Jessica than he had with Tammy. Was Jessica right?

Jessica returned with a coffee mug in hand. Probably unbeknownst to her, it was Tammy's favorite coffee mug. The one she drank out of every day. Jessica carried it over to the bed, and lied down next to John.

"Now, this is a thing I only share with my closest friends. John, I think you and I are more than just close friends at this point, so I figured I'd show you this. Her? I figured I'd show her another thing she's not capable of doing." Jessica said. Her arms moved from her sides towards her pussy. Her arms pressed against the sides of her breasts, forcing them together and ballooning them upward. John watched as Jessica forced two fingers into her own pussy, fucking herself. He could hear her wetness as she did so. She looked into his eyes, hers glassy with lust. This finger fucking went on for minutes, Jessica taking herself to the edge and then holding back. The smell of her juices filled the room, and it made John salivate. A sheen of sweat now covered her body as she worked hard at bringing herself off. As her finger fucks became more violent, John heard hear the wetness building up in her pussy.

Jessica quickly spun around, sensing the end was near. John caught another up close glimpse of her pretty pussy as she put her pussy near his face. She resumed her finger fucking with one hand while flicking her hard clit with the other. After another minute of self-pleasuring, she pulled her hand away from flicking her clit and grabbed the mug. She put the mug in front of her pussy as her wet fingers brought her over the edge.

"OH, FUCKING SHIT!" she yelled out as her orgasm overwhelmed her. John watched in awe as spurts of clear girl-cum shot out of her pussy into the mug. Jessica was moving in spasms, but she made sure to keep the mug in its place. The girl-cum kept shooting out of her in waves, and a lot of it missed the cup, soaking their marital bed in another woman's cum. But enough landed in the cup, because as the last drops of her cum dripped out of pussy and into the mug, the mug was nearly full. Jessica set the mug on the bedside table and fell back to the bed, resting up after that hard orgasm. The sweat was dripping off of her body, soaking the sheet below her. After a minute, she sat up and wiped the sweat from her brow.

"Wow!" she said with a laugh. "That was a good one! I needed that."

John was still in awe over this. He thought girls squirting was a myth. But here he was, confronted with the real thing in front of him. He was amazed. Jessica leaned over and grabbed the mug off the nightstand.

"Here, you'd better drink it now. It's so much better when it's warm." Jessica advised, bringing the cup to his lips.

John thought over the ridiculous nature of the situation he was now in. A slut was about to feed him a mug of her girl-cum that had squirted out of her pussy while fingering herself next to a man tied to his bed while his wife watched, tied to a chair next to him. John looked over at Tammy, gauging her reaction to this. She was clearly disgusted, but she kept watching.

 "Here, drink up John. It'll cure what ails you." Jessica said. Jessica put the mug against his lips and tipped it upward. Warm girl-cum slid into his mouth, filling it. She let him take in the taste. He couldn't help but slosh it around his mouth, whetting his appetite, before gulping it down. John was shocked at the taste. Why did everything about her taste so good? Her pussy had tasted amazing when he ate her out earlier. And the mouthful of girl-cum he just swallowed? It tasted great! Jessica's warm girl-cum tasted great. It had only made him want to drink the rest of that cup and beg for more. Even Jessica's asshole tasted great. Why did every part of this woman taste so good? He had gone down on Tammy once, and never again. It was not a pleasant experience for him. And her asshole in no way looked appetizing like Jessica's did. Why was that? Why was it that his wife did not agree with him taste wise? Why was it that Jessica matched his appetite perfectly?

He did not have time to think about this more as Jessica tipped the mug, pouring its contents into his mouth again. He opened wide, trying to get as much of her girl-cum as he could into his mouth. Once filled, he savored the taste again for as long as he could before swallowing and opening his mouth wide, begging for more. She poured the remaining girl-cum into his mouth, before setting the mug down. Once he swallowed it, he realized how hard his dick was. Her girl-cum tasted so good it was making him hard.

He hadn't cum for almost a day. After the first day or so of consistently having orgasms, his balls had adapted, creating more cum for him to shoot, knowing he would need a lot if he was going to be cumming that much. But that cum had nowhere to go since he had last cum from the massage. His balls felt swollen and full, desperate to cum. But she had provided no stimulation to make him cum. It was almost as if she wanted the cum to build up. And now, with Jessica's girl cum in his system, it felt as if it made his dick even harder.

Jessica jumped off the bed, and moved toward Tammy. She went behind Tammy and grabbed the back of her chair. She tipped the chair backward, then turned and dragged the chair towards the bed, before turning it back around, so Tammy was facing the bed again. She lined up Tammy just right, and then started to tip the chair forward. She was bringing Tammy's face closer to John's. John remembered the reward for this insult was a kiss. Tammy looked uncomfortable as Jessica tipped the chair, not knowing the intended goal. Tammy was brought close to John.

"Kiss her, John. Kiss her." Jessica demanded. John knew now was not the best time for a kiss. She hadn't brushed for days, and neither had he. Plus, his mouth would no doubt have the leftover taste of Jessica's delicious girl-cum. Tammy would not want to taste that. John knew the quickest way to end this would be to get it over with. He leaned up and pressed his mouth against Tammy's.

He wished he could say it was the kiss that reignited the passionate love for his wife and strengthened his resolve to fight back against Jessica, but sadly, he could not. It was just an awkward kiss. Tammy was clearly uncomfortable. There was no passion, no joy. John could taste the funky leftover Chinese food she had eaten earlier and Tammy could no doubt taste the leftover girl-cum on his lips. She forced Tammy to taste the remnants of her cum on her husband's lips. Somehow, Jessica had warped what should have been a romantic kiss between two spouses and turned it into another display of her superiority over Tammy. Was it wrong that he thought Jessica's asshole tasted better than his wife's lips? Was there anything Jessica could do that wouldn't highlight her superiority?

Jessica lifted the chair back and let it slam back into its standing position. From behind Tammy, Jessica, licked her lips, running her soft tongue over her full, pouty lips. John just knew she would be an excellent kisser. The thought of those soft lips against his strengthened his erection. She dragged the chair back to its previous position. She slipped back into the bed with John.

"I know what you're thinking." Jessica whispered. "I'm guessing you think you can hold out till I'm gone before taking care of that big, fat erection. It's only a few hours. No doubt you could make it. Right?" John met her eyes, confirming the truth of her statement. "But here's the problem with your logic. The last thing your wife is gonna want to do after this is have sex. That will be the last thing on her mind. Even if you somehow convince her to do it, she'll know, in the back of her head, that the huge load that built up in your balls was not meant for her. It was meant for me. But that probably won't happen. It'll take awhile, but when you finally convince her to have sex again, she won't want to fuck. She won't care about draining your balls. She'll want to make love, and confirm to herself that the soft, gentle love making you guys have had for years is enough to keep you satisfied. It'll be all about what she wants. Do you think you can hold out for that? Will your hand be enough to take care of yourself until then? I'm guessing it won't be. So, here's what I'm going to offer. One more fuck for the road. She's already seen us have sex, so what more damage will it be to do it again. If you get to ten insults, you'll get the chance to have the hard sex you need one more time before going back to your wife. She won't blame you. And you'll be able to go back into your marriage thinking clearly. Does that sound good?"

John knew that everything she just said was true. Tammy would not want to fuck immediately after this. She would wait. She would want to make love. John knew he would need some relief if everything would go back to normal. He just needed to get his balls drained one more time before going back to his wife. Just to get it out of his system. If he didn't, John would be a nervous, horny wreck. Tammy would resent him for being so horny, knowing that he missed what Jessica offered. For the sake of his marriage, he had to fuck Jessica one more time. John simply nodded to Jessica in agreement to this plan.

"You know what you need to do." Jessica said loud enough for Tammy to hear and stood up. John wracked his brain to figure out what else to say to bash his wife. He looked at her slumped over, defeated, worn out form. Then he looked up at Jessica's fit body and jiggling breasts and a thought came to him.

"She's not the type of woman you look at and immediately want to have sex with." John said.

"Mmm. So you don't think she's sexy?" John said.

"She's pretty, she's funny, she's smart." John started to defend her.

"But she's not sexy?" Jessica asked again. John looked away.

"No." John said quietly.

"I can't hear you." Jessica said.

"She's not sexy!" John yelled out.

"Oh, I know. She's not sexy like me. That much is clear. Right?" Jessica asked.

"Yes." John said angrily.

"It must be hard to be married to an unsexy woman while being surrounded by slutty girls, huh? You're a teacher, and you're fucking hot, so I have no doubt that you've run across quite a few slutty students in your time. You know what I'm talking about. The seniors, you know, the ones who are ready to move up from teenage boys to the good stuff. The ones that hinted to you that they were legal and down to fuck. They knew you were interested. They caught you staring at their big, perky, teenage tits through the tight clothes slutty high school girls always wear. They caught you sneaking a peek at their nice, tight butts. They saw you hiding your fat cock from them. They noticed how you always graded the slutty girls easier than the regular girls. You wanted to be that guy. That teacher that was totally into the idea of fucking a student. You wanted to become the king of those high school sluts. You wanted to become a school legend. You wanted to be the teacher that year after year, the queen bee of the senior class came after because they all knew you are a hot guy down for teenage pussy. Year after year, you wanted to fuck the biggest slut in the senior class. Right?" Jessica said, finishing her speech.

"Yes, oh fuck yes!" John yelled out, humping the air. That situation she painted out nearly driving him to cum without stimulation.

The idea of having sex with a student had been something that he always thought was kinda hot, even when he was still in college. Just the thought of it was so forbidden. He could not deny the idea appealed to him. He kinda wished the situation Jessica just painted out had happed. He wished some of the slutty girls would hit on him, just to simply fuel his fantasies. But he had noticed a few of them stare at him, giving him those bedroom eyes. He thought he was reading too much into it, but maybe not.

Jessica looked smugly over to Tammy.

Jessica walked behind her and tipped the chair back. Jessica dragged a confused Tammy out of the room. She dragged Tammy down to a small walk in closet down the hall and dragged her into it. Jessica had set up a laptop computer on a table, and Jessica pushed Tammy up to this table, sitting in front of it. Tammy realized that there was live video streaming onto this computer. Video of their bedroom. Video of John on the bed. Jessica was recording everything.

"Don't worry, honey. You'll still be able to see and hear everything. But I'm afraid I have to gag you." Jessica said, forcing a ball gag into Tammy's mouth before she had any time to react. She tied the gag around her head, securing it in place. She quickly closed the door and left the room, the only light coming from the laptop in front of her.

Jessica walked back into the bedroom, quickly closed the blinds, and hung a heavy black blanket over the window, preventing the sunlight from getting in. She quickly turned off all of the lights before leaving the room again. John was bathed in darkness for ten or fifteen minutes. Then a light came on. But not a regular light. A black light came on.

John didn't have time to wonder how a black light came to be installed in his room. He was too distracted by Jessica as she shimmied back into the room. John was a little thrown off by the fact that she was now wearing something. But it wasn't much. She was wearing a hot pink bra which looked a size too small for her. She wore a matching g-string, which just barely covered her cute little pussy. And with the black light, her clothes were glowing. John was baffled by how quickly his room had been transformed from a bedroom to a strip club.

John took in Jessica. Her tits were pouring out of her bra, with the tops of her breasts bulging over the edge of the bra. She did a little twirl, showing off her back and ass. Her ripe ass cheeks were just hanging out of the g-string. Her ass was built to be showcased. Her ass was made for thongs, made for g-strings. Jessica got real close to John, standing next to the bed. Then, she started to dance.

She was clearly a natural, John realized. She had clearly done this before, and if she hadn't, she should. Even without a beat, she had great rhythm. She was a natural dancer. She bumped and grinded with the best of them. John wished he had a stripper pole in his room, just to see her use it. Jessica jiggled her ass near his face, forcing him to plant a wet juicy kiss on each cheek.

Jessica soon stepped onto the bed, dancing above him. She would hover her body above him, but not touch him. She would hover her ass above his face, and above his hard dick. She would do the same with her barely covered pussy. She would do the same with her bulging breasts. She would stand straight up and dance over him. John hated to say it, but she was so fucking sexy. The one thing she didn't do was take off her clothes. But John realized, that didn't reduce her sexiness. She looked just as sexy clothed as she did nude. The promise of her hot body under tight clothes almost made her sexier when she was unclothed. Leaving something for the imagination made her so fucking sexy. She kneeled over his chest, bringing her face down to his.

"Listen, John. Like any good stripper, you need to pay a little extra to get the good stuff. And you know what I want." Jessica explained. John struggled to maintain eye contact, but those hanging udders just kept drawing his eyes. Big tits like hers had never been in this bedroom until she showed up. John realized the insult he had been avoiding. One of the biggest insults you can say against a woman. Jessica knew what John was thinking. John tried to fight it.

"I shouldn't." John said.

"You should. Listen John. I've got a nice big bottle of baby oil in the other room. How would you like to see my naked body covered in it? How would you like to rub against all that slippery naked flesh? Tell me what I know you want to say. Tell me what I know you've been wanting to say to your wife for years." Jessica demanded. The mental image of Jessica covered in baby oil made up his mind for him.

"Tammy's flat as a board. She has no tits." John said.

"Scream it. I want her to hear." Jessica demanded, knowing it was unnecessary but doing it anyway.

"Tammy's flat as a board! She has no tits!" John yelled out.

"Are you a breast man?" Jessica asked.

"Yes! I'm a breast man! I love huge tits! I love them more than anything" John screamed.

"Then why did you marry her? Why would you marry her if you know you love huge tits more than anything?" Jessica said.

"I don't know." John said.

"Did you think you could change her? Did you think she would suddenly sprout some boobs?" Jessica asked. John said nothing.

"Did you wish she would get implants? Is that it?" Jessica demanded loudly.

"Yes! I want her to get implants!" John screamed.

"Were you disappointed each day when you came home and saw that your wife hadn't gone out and gotten herself a set of DD's?" Jessica asked.

"Yes!" John yelled out. Jessica moved down and put her mouth next to his ear. She started to whisper.

"Don't worry, John, you're not missing out on much. Having big tits isn't a choice. It's a lifestyle. She's totally unprepared to handle big tits. Some girls have small tits for a reason. They simply cannot handle it." Jessica said, kissing him on the forehead. She pulled her body off of his and left the room.

Tammy was seeing red as she heard her husband scream out how much he loved big tits. She knew he still loved her, and that he wasn't thinking clearly due to Jessica's teasing, but it still hurt. Tammy was shocked to see the door behind her open. Jessica leaned over her and started messing with the computer. Then, she pulled out some headphones.

"Sorry, Tammy, you can't listen to this. You get to listen to something even better." Jessica said, putting the bulky headphones over her ears. She was surprised to hear conversation. She quickly realized that she was hearing John and Jessica's intimate pillow talk. The whispers that they had shared, recorded by the bug in the headboard. Then, Tammy was shocked to hear the insults coming from John's mouth. Jessica left the room.

Jessica walked back into the room carrying her purse. She pulled the bottle of oil out of it, and set it on the night stand. She set the bag down next to it.

"Let me paint you another picture, John. See if it sounds familiar." Jessica started. "Let's say you went to the hospital. Your wife was getting a check-up, because she was failing to get pregnant."

This story sounded familiar to John, because it had happened. They had gone to the hospital in the city a couple hours away about a month ago because they were having trouble conceiving.

"You were not getting the best news. You found out your wife would have trouble conceiving. Your wife wanted some privacy, so you stepped out into the hallway. You were too distracted to notice the big-titted surgeon walk by. The one wearing a blouse with a few buttons undone, because she's such a huge slut she struggles to hide it. The one that was checking you out. The one that watched you two walk out together. The one that snooped on your information after you had left. The one that decided to show you what you missed out on. The one that wanted to make up for that missed opportunity." Jessica explained.

John looked at her, starting to understand.

"You could have taken care of your worries in more pleasurable ways. You could have snuck off with a slutty surgeon and give your load a real shot with a fertile woman. But instead, you sulked, and pouted, trapped in your belief that you should stick with a woman who is clearly beneath you. That's why I did this. To show you where you belong." Jessica explained. John was taking all this in. She had just told him everything. He was baffled at her honesty.

"You're a surgeon?" John asked, surprised. She reached into her purse and pulled out her badge. She showed it to him. He read the name.

'Dr. Jessica Jensen' followed by a series of letters.

"Of course I'm a surgeon. You thought I was just some slut off the street?" Jessica asked. John didn't respond to that.

"Your real name is Jessica?" John asked, shocked that she hadn't given him a fake name.

"Of course it is. Relationships are built on honesty, John. I've been trying to get you to be honest with me, so I figured I should be honest with you. My name is Jessica Jensen. I'm 32 years old. I graduated high school when I was fifteen. Graduated from Harvard Medical School head of my class. Did my residency at Johns Hopkins. Moved over to these parts a few years ago. I specialize in Neurosurgery, but I also perform general surgery. I've been called one of the brightest and talented young surgeons in the nation. You wanna know what all those phone calls I was getting were all about? Post op instructions for all of my patients. You want to know why I was gone for half of the day yesterday? I was in surgery. There was a big accident, involving a school bus. They needed all hands in deck, so they called me in. Needless to say, none of them died. When you're as talented a surgeon as I am, you're in high demand. You don't get much time away. These four days I took off were the first days I took off in a year. I did it for you." Jessica said.

John was shocked by all of this. She was such a practice in contrasts. He'd never seen a surgeon with a body like hers. A surgeon with the body of a stripper. And she was a genius. A prodigy. He knew she was intelligent, but damn. Mind of a genius, body of a slut. People always think of surgeons as heroes. They were, but you never imagine them being as slightly crazy as Jessica was. And she was a mean, evil bitch too. You don't meet too many evil people who save lives during their day job.

"Despite what you may think, John, I have trouble finding men. Well, I should say, I have trouble having relationships with men. I have no issues with getting laid, it's just the rest of it. Men can't deal with my busy schedule. Most men aren't willing to deal with the fact that I just want to be treated like a princess. Is that too much to ask? I spend my days saving lives. Is it too much to ask to just go home after a long day saving lives, and have a man waiting there for me, whatever time it may be? Is it too much to ask that this man greet me with a smile, take off my clothes, throw me on the bed, and stretch my tight cunt out on a regular basis? I save lives! Don't I deserve a reward for that! Don't I deserve to have a man serve me, to take care of me? To rub my sore shoulders? To massage my aching feet? To fill my aching cunt? Maybe visit me during the day, when I have a few minutes free, no matter how inconvenient it is for them, and bang me over my desk. Maybe relieve my stress. Maybe fill up my asshole with their huge dick. Maybe let me suck their huge dick for awhile, and get my mind off things. Is that too much to ask?" Jessica said. 

John realized how deeply crazy this woman was. She was a self-centered, evil bitch. A smoking hot, big-titted, self-centered, evil bitch. Was she right, though? Was allowing her to de-stress by fucking her on a regular basis in order for her to perform her job better a bad thing? Not necessarily. She might be evil, but she did save lives. Would choosing to fuck her on a regular basis, to serve her, would that constitute an act of charity?

"I think you can be that man, John? In fact, I know you're that man. We were meant to be together. Will you be that man for me?" Jessica asked. John paused, taken aback. He was already married. Jessica may be ridiculously hot and sexy, but that's not enough for a man to leave a woman, is it?

"It's okay, John. Take your time. I know it's a big decision. I'll let you sit on it. Meanwhile, I'll give you something to help sway your decision." Jessica said. With that, she reached behind her and unclipped her bra. She peeled it off, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her massive tits again. She peeled off her g-string, dropping it to the floor. She stepped out of it, and grabbed the bottle of oil. She took off the cap, and started pouring it onto her chest. John watched as the smooth oil coated her body, making it look so shiny and sexy. She rubbed it on herself, trying to coat her entire chest and torso. She rubbed it all over both arms, and rubbed it down to her pussy. She turned around, and pointed her ass at him as she coated her back and ass. She rubbed the oil all over her back, and coated every single bit of her ass with oil. She poured the oil down her legs, soaking them both quickly, bending with legs straightened as she coated herself. She finally poured the oil onto her head, soaking her head and hair with the oil. She poured the remaining oil on John's chest before tossing the empty bottle away. She hopped onto the bed before straddling him. She admired the stains she caused on the bed sheets, and the puddles of oil on the floor. They would be reminders of the rough sex that had occurred here.

With that, Jessica started to grind her pussy on John's chest. She ground her pussy all over him, up his legs, all over his chest and stomach, up his arms, onto his face, coating him with oil. The only places she didn't touch were his hands and his cock. She knew she had to keep him on edge. He was so horny, one touch might be enough to set him off. She repeated the same process with her ass and breasts. When rubbing her breasts all over him, she avoided his face as well as his hands and cock. She knew her tits would be vital to winning him over to her side.

Jessica played slip and slide with John on his marital bed till they were both covered in oil. Then she started massaging him, using the same treatment she had before, knowing just the way to drive him nuts. Like before, it felt like she was forcing all of the cum into his balls. He was being driven nuts by the lack of contact on his dick. He needed to cum. His eyes were ensnared by her nipples as she rubbed his chest.

"Gosh, John. I'm sorry I've teased you for so long with these." she started, indicating her tits. "I know how bad you want them. I don't blame you. There fucking spectacular. They've always been my best assets. And they do not disappoint. They are so soft. So firm. So perky. So squeezable. So suckable. They'll change your life. You want a little squeeze?" Jessica asked.

"Yes. Please." John begged.

"Ok." she said cutely. She started to move her oil covered boob closer to his right hand. Her right tit moved closer and closer to his right hand, which was fighting the cuffs, reaching out as far as it could, trying to get a hand on her chest. His hand reached out, his fingers extended trying to get closer to that massive breast. She got within an inch of his hand, and moved a little closer. His fingers were literally within a millimeter of being filled with a big, fat, juicy boob. He strained to move his hand closer. But then she moved away.

"No!" John yelled out.

"You'll have to wait, John. I want one more fucking insult before you get a chance at these." she said, pointing at her tits.

"Fine, whatever." John started.

"Wait! Tammy needs to hear." Jessica said, quickly leaving the room. She was back within a minute, dragging Tammy's chair with her. She returned Tammy to her usual spot and took out the gag. Tammy was numb with anger, but she said nothing.

"Alright. Out with it!" Jessica ordered.

"She's bad in bed, okay. Tammy's bad in bed!" John said loudly, in a breast-induced hysteria.

"How so?" Jessica demanded.

"She just lays there and takes it. Missionary position every time. She never goes down on me, she never does anal. She is boring. Now please!" John begged.

"So she's a one in bed?" Jessica asked.

"Yes! She's a one out of ten." John said.

"No, out of one hundred." Jessica clarified.

"Yes, whatever. She's a one out of a hundred in bed. And you're a hundred out of a hundred in bed! Just please!" he said, appealing to her arrogance in his desperation. Jessica smiled an evil smile. She then held out a finger, indicating for him to wait. She turned, and slapped Tammy hard across the face, making her woozy. Jessica then reached into her purse. She walked in front of Tammy and did something. When she went back to her purse, John saw she was unconscious.

"Wait! What are you doing?" John asked. She stepped towards him, something in her hand.

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

*********

"John!" Tammy whispered harshly. No response.

"John!" she whispered again. John snapped awake.

It took him a minute to realize he was no longer tied down. No ropes, no cuffs. Nothing. He sat up and rubbed his sore wrists. 'Did that really happen?' he asked to himself.

He turned and got a confirmation that everything that had happened was real. He saw Tammy, still tied down to the chair. John jumped off the bed, a little wobbly due to not having walked under his own power in days. He realized he was still nude but that didn't matter. He ran over to his wife.

"Tammy, I'm so sorry." John said, starting to tear up as he looked at the ropes to try and figure how to untie her.

"It's okay. Listen, John. Listen!" Tammy said, stopping him, grabbing his attention.

"John, I think she's still here." dhe said. They both listened, and heard some movement downstairs.

"What do I do?" John asked.

"Take her down." Tammy said, confident that her husband could take that bitch down once and for all.

John tried to think of what he should do. He looked around trying to find a weapon to use if he had to. Before he could come to a decision, Jessica appeared in the doorway.

She was fully clothed in a new outfit. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a small dark-gray t-shirt with some band logo on the front. It was a small t-shirt, and it fit her tight. Her firm tits pressed outward, lifting the small shirt, exposing some sexy midriff. Her hard nipples were apparent through her thin shirt. John's dick started to harden again due to her mere presence.

"Well, guys, I'm ready to head out. I just wanted to say goodbye. Unless, you want me to stay?" Jessica asked. John was baffled by this woman.

"What makes you think I just won't stop you? What makes you think I won't take you down?" John asked.

"Honey, stopping me is the last thing on your mind." Jessica said, looking down at his hardening dick.

"How arrogant are you?" John asked.

"How horny are you? Did you forget how you were begging me to fuck you? How you were begging to squeeze my tits?" Jessica countered. This knocked him back a bit. He looked down at his wife, embarrassed.

"Do you think you can go back to her after experiencing what I have to offer?" Jessica said, stepping into the room. "Do you think you can keep having the plain, boring sex you've been having for years after experiencing the good stuff? Do you want to spend the rest of your life without getting a blowjob? Do you want to spend the rest of your life without fucking a tight wet pussy? Do you want to spend the rest of your life without fucking a tight asshole? Do you want to spend the rest of your life being disgusted whenever you go down on her? Do you think you can go on without getting a taste of my delicious pussy juices? Do you think you can go on without getting another taste of my tight asshole?"

John gulped as he heard this. His dick was fully hard again. He had forgotten how horny he was before she had knocked him out. He was now reminded how swollen his balls felt, how full of cum they were.

"Didn't it feel so good when we were together? Didn't it feel so right? Didn't it seem like you had met your true love?" the arrogant bitch said. John just shook his head at how misguided she was.

"There's one other thing I should tell you. All those insults you said about your wife? Just saying them, out loud, and vicious, has the effect of making you believe them. All the things you said about her are now ingrained in your mind. You believe them. You won't be able to think about anything else but all of those flaws you discovered. You can't just unthink them. You think you can go back to the way things were? That's the past. It won't be the same. The sex you two will have will just be poor. You understand the sex you've always had has been poor, and it won't get any better. The rift between you has already been created. You need the rough sex that I gave you. You won't be satisfied with anything less. The rift between you will grow, and you'll eventually split up. Tammy, John's gonna leave you for better pussy. It's inevitable." Jessica said.

"Fuck you. He loves me." Tammy replied.

"Does he? God, he was pretty vicious with his insults. He wouldn't say that stuff about a woman he loves. He never insulted me. That's cause John loves me." Jessica said.

"That's not true." John said.

"Isn't it? Look at us. I'm superior to her in every way. Every way. I'm gorgeous. She's not. My hair is so much longer and sexier than hers. My lips are full and pouty. Hers are nothing. I've got a nice, smooth tan all over. She's pale as a ghost. I have nice, long, sexy legs, better than her stubs. I've got a nice, round, firm ass." Jessica said, turning to show off that ass in those painted on jeans. "Her's is flat and bony. My asshole is delicious. Her's is disgusting. My pussy is neat and pretty and tasty. Her's is a mess. I'm fitter than her... And then there's these." she said, pointing at her jugs. "I've got massive, succulent tits. She's flat. Now that's just looks. I'm smarter. I'm more successful. I'm sexier. I'm dirtier. I'm a winner. You think a woman could pull this shit on me? No. Only a loser would end up like her. Humiliated. Defeated. I fucking owned her. How could you go back to that?"

John was silent.

"I offered you a chance at sex if you insulted her earlier. And you jumped on it. You didn't even need to, but you jumped on the chance. And you still have a chance. I need to hear you bash her some more. One more insult gets you my tits. I know how badly you want to squeeze them. And suck them. All you need to do is insult her one more time. I don't even think she would blame you for wanting to play with these suckers. Another insult gets you the fuck you've been dying for. And like I said earlier. One more after that, I consider a marriage proposal." Jessica offered.

John was transfixed by that sight of those huge breasts just bursting to get out from her shirt. John noticed how they jiggled while she was talking. It was so fucking sexy. And there are those hard nipples, begging to be sucked. The pressure in his balls was at a bursting point.

"I'm sorry Tammy. I need to get this out of my system." John said, back in that big tit induced hysteria.

"What?" Tammy said confused.

"I just need one fuck." John replied. Tammy started to talk, but the words disappeared in his ears. He was not paying attention.

His hard dick leading the way, John stepped closer to Jessica. She stepped closer to him, looking deeply into his eyes. Where at first he thought she was cold, he now saw life. She was full of life. Her eyes were almost playful.

"She's not very pretty." he whispered, his face moving closer to hers.

"Yeah?" Jessica whispered, her face moving towards his.

"Compared to you. She's pretty ugly." he whispered, hoping Tammy wouldn't hear, his mouth starting to open.

"Compared to me, most girls are." she said smugly, opening her mouth. Her soft lips met John's.

"NO!" Tammy yelled out in disbelief, but neither of them heard her.

Jessica's tongue slid into John's mouth, mashing with his tongue. Their mouths pressed against each other deeply, entering into a deep French kiss. Jessica and John swapped spit for almost ten minutes, lost in their own world. She finally pulled away from him and looked deeply into his eyes, hers full of lust.

"I'm a better kisser too." she whispered. Her chest was heaving, her massive tits bursting for freedom. John could wait no longer. His hands grabbed the bottom of her shirt and violently jerked it up over her breasts. There they were, looking as massive as ever. On autopilot, John's hands reached forward and cupped both breasts. His mouth was right behind. His mouth arrived at her left nipple as his hands squeezed her tits for the first time.

"Holy shit! So mmmmpphhh..." said John's muffled voice, his mouth too full of nipple to speak clearly. They were so fucking firm, and soft. These were the best tits he had ever had his hands on. He just kept squeezing and squeezing. He could not get enough. Her hard nipple felt perfect in his mouth. He flicked it and chewed on it, his tongue swiping all around the nipple. He couldn't get enough. Jessica pulled him away only to guide his sucking mouth to her other hard nipple. He gave her hard right nipple the same treatment as the left.

John was voracious as he unwittingly forced her back to the bed. They fell onto the bed, and in the process, her bag had fallen onto the bed next to them spilling its contents. John's mouth and hands never left her breasts. His hands were constantly squeezing, and his mouth was constantly sucking. John's naked crotch was hovering over her clothed one. He started unwittingly humping her, acting on base instinct. She pushed him down gently on his shoulders. He got the message and his mouth popped off her wet nipple. He moved towards her torso, unbuttoning her jeans and lowering them down. He pulled them down until he was finally able to rip them off and toss them on the floor. She assisted by quickly removing her thong and tossing that onto the floor as well. She kept her legs together.

"One more insult, and I'm all yours." she said out of breath, hungry for dick. John didn't hesitate.

"She's overweight. She's fat. My wife is fat. She needs to lose weight." John said quickly. Jessica simply spread her legs. John leaped into her arms again, his hands and mouth returning to where they belonged, on Jessica's massive fucking tits. John blindly aimed his dick towards her soaking wet hole. No foreplay was necessary. These three days had been foreplay, building to this moment. He was rock hard, harder than he had ever been before. She was soaking wet, ready for the fuck of her life.

John pushed forward, slowly burying his dick into her pussy until he was balls deep. It was a difficult journey due to her tight, snug little pussy. As John's balls came to rest, he stared up into her eyes. Then, he started driving his dick into her.

The pace of the fuck was quickly becoming violent. It was not going to last long. John was at his most base, driven by the undeniable urge to fuck. Jessica wrapped her legs around him, assisting him in this rough fuck. John was fucking at a furious pace. Her tight pussy felt so good around his dick. It quickly drove him over the edge.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! AHHHHHHH!" John screamed out, cumming so hard it almost hurt. His ass flexed into her, driving his cum as deep into her as he could. He just kept cumming and cumming. Over a day's worth of cum shooting into her tight pussy. John collapsed on top of her, drained of energy. His mouth found her nipple and sucked gently.

About five minutes later, John became aware of what he was doing. Now that all that cum was out of his system, he was able to think clearly. What had he done? Did he just fuck this bitch? What was he thinking? He looked over at his wife, apologetically. She looked furious. He looked down at the bitch under him. He noticed the fluffy pink handcuffs had spilled out of her purse and he grabbed them without Jessica noticing.

"I forgot to tell you John. I'm afraid you are mistaken if you think one fuck will get this out of your system. That was your plan, right? To just fuck the shit out of me, play with my tits, and get it all out of your system? But that's not gonna be possible. Over these last few days I've trained your balls to create massive amounts of cum for me. That's an irreversible process. Give it twenty four hours, and you'll be right back to where you just were. A grunting, fucking animal, full of cum and nowhere to go with it." Jessica explained. John looked down at her, wondering if she was telling the truth. She leaned into his ear. "Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. I'm a doctor." she whispered. She lied back down.

"It's already over John. Your marriage is over. You just willingly fucked a woman in front of your wife. All that other stuff was against your will, or so you say. But not this last fuck. That was cheating. There were no restraints, no persuasion. I was willing to leave. But you kept me here. You threw me on the bed. You fucked me. You just willingly cheated on your wife. You just betrayed her. You made your choice, and you chose me." Jessica said, and then put on a huge, arrogant smile as she continued to speak. "Face it, you just ended your own marriage to get into my pants. It's over. You're pretty much divorced now. Get over it. Move on from her. You cheated on her once already. Do it again. You belong with me. You already betrayed your wife, so you might as well have fun with it. Might as well enjoy it. Might as well get off on it." Jessica explained. John looked over at his wife, seeing the disbelief in her eyes.

Then, Tammy noticed that her husband had grabbed the pink handcuffs. She was filled with renewed hope. Maybe this was all part of his plan. Get her relaxed, and then cuff her to the bed and call the police.

"I never told you how addictive it was to insult her, did I? You just can't stop can you? Now you see why I like it. It gets me so hot. Just like it gets you hot. Your dick's still hard. I can feel it. One more insult, and we'll be together forever. Just bite the bullet and end your marriage. Pull the trigger on it. Confess your love for me. Betray her." Jessica suggested.

John looked over at his wife. His tired, defeated wife. John saw the resentment in her eyes. She saw the disbelief in his actions. But he noticed a spark of hope. John noticed she was looking at the cuffs in his hand. She must be hopeful that he would cuff Jessica down and turn her in. End everything. Maybe she thought this last fuck was part of his plan. John realized he might be able to escape this with his marriage intact. But if he did do that, if he cuffed Jessica down and had her arrested, after fucking her, and returned to his wife, would his marriage to Tammy be a sham? John knew that last fuck wasn't part of any plan. He just wanted to fuck Jessica. He had just wanted her tits. He had just wanted her body. If he went back to his marriage, it would be a lie. He knew he had fucked her because he wanted to. He had not been loyal to Tammy. He had cheated on Tammy, and he knew that Tammy would look over it. She would lie to herself and say that her husband had fucked Jessica just to get her in a relaxed position so he could cuff her.

 John would get away with cheating because his wife was too naïve to understand the truth. Understand that some men really like to fuck. Some men like their women to slut it up. Some men like to have a slut in the bedroom. Men like their women to be sexual. Men don't like prudes in the bedroom. Tammy thought that what she provided should be enough to hold onto a man. John now realized how little effort she had put in to making herself attractive for him. Jessica had done more for him sexually in the last three days than Tammy had done in the last three years. And if she thought he could go back to the same vanilla sex after experiencing what Jessica had to offer, then she was mistaken. But she would not change. The sex would stay the same. If she tried to be rough like Jessica was, it would just come across as pathetic. A poor excuse for the real thing. John knew that in the back of her head Tammy knew the truth. She knew he had fucked Jessica because he wanted to. But she would lie to herself. She would hide the truth. Tammy was naïve enough to let her husband fuck Jessica and come back to her. Tammy was naïve enough to believe that her husband would come back to her after experiencing real sex, what a real woman had to offer. If she was that stupid, then John lost all respect for her intelligence. She clearly had no idea how the world worked.

Jessica was right. Their marriage was over. John tossed the handcuffs on the floor.

"I never loved her. I thought I did, but I didn't. I tricked myself into believing it, but you showed me how wrong I was." John said. Tammy started to cry. Jessica's eyes lidded over in lust.

"It's like I said earlier. The minute you were inside me, the first time you felt my tight little pussy on your dick, you were mine. Right?" Jessica asked, panting heavily.

"Yes!" John said.

"You fell in love with me at that moment." Jessica said.

"Yes!" John replied.

"And everything I did afterward only made you fall deeper and deeper in love with me." Jessica said.

"Yes!" John repeated.

"My pussy felt so fucking good that it made you realize you hate your bitch of wife. Didn't it?" Jessica asked.

"Yes!" John said passionately.

"Tell me what I want to hear." Jessica asked, her voice deep with lust.

"I love you, Jessica." John said.

Jessica pulled him toward her roughly, pulling him into a nasty French kiss. A lover's kiss. This rough kiss lasted minutes before John pulled back and moved his lips to her ear. John had felt her pussy spasm as he insulted her. He wanted more.

"Her pussy is so loose. I can barely feel her." John said. Jessica's pussy spasmed again as she groaned loudly.

"She's barely a woman. She practically has a boy's body." John said.

"Fuck!" Jessica screamed as her pussy spasmed again.

"I've been wanting to cheat on her for years." John said. Another hard fucking spasm.

"Fuck, you can stop, I get it. You love me!" Jessica said with a giggle. She pulled him into another rough kiss. She rolled him over, so she was now on top. Her hands grabbed the headboard, gaining more leverage. His hands returned to her breasts, cupping them as she started to ride him.

This fuck got rough quick. John was worried they would break the bed. The headboard was slamming into the wall loudly. The bed was rocking as Jessica bounced up and down on John's cock as he cupped and squeezed her massive tits, their considerable flesh pouring through his fingers.

"They're so fucking huge!" John screamed out in delight, squeezing her tits roughly as he admired them.

"You love these tits more than your wife?" Jessica asked.

"Yes! Fuck yes!" John yelled.

"How much do you love me?" Jessica asked.

"I love every part of you more than my wife. I love your skin more than her. I love your hair more than her. I love your face more than her. I love your lips more than her. I love your dirty fucking mouth more than her. I love your pussy more than her. I love your ass more than her. I love your asshole more than her. Do you understand that, Jess? I love your asshole more than I love my wife. If I had to choose, I would choose your asshole without question." John said, laughing.

"Fuck, John!" Moaning out loudly, slamming her hand on the headboard repeatedly as she came. But she was a good lover. One orgasm would not be enough to sate a whore like her. She kept bouncing like the good slut she was.

They fucked at this furious pace for over twenty minutes before they came at the same time, perfectly matched lovers they were. They ground together as they rode out their orgasms, and gently kissed as they recovered, cementing their true love. John finally got his hands on her round ass cheeks as they made out, squeezing them over and over.

John realized how tough of a life Jessica must have had. She had a near insatiable sexual hunger, yet never found a man to satisfy her. She had lived her life with this incredible sexual hunger yet never was able to find a consistent lover to care for her. She had worked for years, saving lives at the expense of her own sex life. She was a saint, really. She deserved this. She deserved to be fucked in whatever manner she wanted. She deserved the pleasure she was getting. John would always be there to give her the pleasure she rightfully deserved.

Jessica pulled her sweaty body off of John's and walked over Tammy. She grabbed Tammy's hand, and with a little struggle, pulled her wedding ring off of her finger.

"I think this belongs to me now." Jessica said, slipping the ring on her own finger. John, jumped out of bed, and pulled her back to the bed, Jessica laughing as he did so.

John bent her over on all fours. He got behind her, spread her ass cheeks apart, and dug right in, burying his tongue in her ass, rimming her until her asshole was soaked. He then kneeled behind her, placed his dick against her asshole, and started to push, burying his hard dick up her tight, welcoming asshole again. His hips soon came to rest against hers. John reached down and grabbed her hair. He pulled her up roughly, using her hair to pull her back as he started to fuck her ass hard.

They were facing Tammy as they fucked. Jessica looked at Tammy with a victorious smirk, knowing she had won. Tammy looked at her, full of hatred for what she did to her marriage. She didn't blame John as much as she blamed this bitch.

"I'm gonna find you. I'm gonna get you back for this." Tammy said, full of venom, watching her husband fuck the woman in front of her up the ass roughly. Jessica laughed.

"In your dreams, bitch. Once we're done here, you'll never see either of us again." Jessica explained. She started to moan out loud, John's ass fucking having its intended effect.

"John! I'm cumming!" Jessica moaned, out, her asshole clenching his dick as she started to come.

"Fuck, Jess! I love you!" John yelled out as he came, proclaiming his love for the woman he was now fucking up the ass. He came hard up Jessica's ass before falling forward, on top of her. He started kissing her neck as they both came down from their high.

Tammy was forced to watch through the entire night as her husband fucked this woman she absolutely hated. The worst part was the giggling. Hearing them laugh as they had sex made her see red. They were having fun. They were enjoying each other. Just watching their bodies writhing together in the dark was driving her insane. In between fucking, John was free to walk around, go to the bathroom, whatever. Tammy called out to him, but he ignored her. He didn't care about her anymore. He only cared about Jessica.

Tammy thought the ordeal was over as morning approached. Then, Jessica had a naughty idea, which caused her to giggle. John laughed as he heard it. John called off work the next day, then called off for Tammy as well.

Tammy was forced to watch as for yet another day as her husband and that evil bitch had sex. Jessica was really rubbing it in her face. After a few hours of this, they broke apart and started to clean up. They showered together before getting dressed. They started to pack up Jessica's stuff, then John started to pack some of his stuff up too. Jessica had told him to pack up the stuff he wanted to keep, because they were not coming back.

A few hours later, John and Jessica returned to the bedroom.

"Well, Tam, I guess this is goodbye. It was nice getting to know you." Jessica said, barely controlling her laughter. John said nothing, looking away. Jessica pushed her trusty rag up to Tammy's face, dosing her again. The last thing Tammy saw before falling into a daze was her husband taking Jessica's hand in his, her wedding ring glinting on Jessica's finger, as they walked out hand in hand. Tammy passed out.

*********

Tammy woke up a few hours later, all alone. She was still tied to the chair, but one hand was untied. She moved quickly to untie herself, but it was not easy. She panicked, wanting desperately to escape this chair. She finally had to slow herself down as she struggled to untie herself.

After about an hour of work, Tammy freed herself from the chair, jumping out of it as soon as she could. She looked around for any sign of anyone. Nothing. She saw the stains from the baby oil on the carpet and the bed sheets, a reminder of Jessica's naked flesh coated with baby oil. Paint flecks from the wall were on the floor, having been knocked off by the headboard, during Jessica's furious riding of her husband.

Tammy investigated the house. A lot of her husband's stuff was gone. The house felt empty. No traces of Jessica were left either. Tammy realized for the first time that her husband was truly gone.

Tammy screamed as loud as she could.

She ran to the phone to call the cops. Little did she know that she was fighting a losing battle. Jessica's work was impeccable. There were no fingerprints, no stray hairs, no evidence that Jessica had ever been there. Jessica had disposed of all the evidence thoroughly.

The cops would arrive, but they would soon realize there was nothing there to build a case around. Nothing but the ranting of an emotional, hysterical woman. They would view her as a crazy woman. A woman whose husband had left her. A woman who had concocted a detailed story justifying why he had left, a story seemingly not based in reality. She didn't realize how crazy she seemed. They figured her husband had left her, and she had lost it. A dark side of them didn't blame him. How could anyone want to be married to this psycho?

The case would go nowhere, leaving Tammy alone in her home, a home which constantly reminded her of the husband she had lost. This house was full of bad memories, and she would be forced to move. To a small home more befitting her small salary.

She would be obsessed with finding her husband, and getting vengeance against that bitch who stole him. But again, she was fighting a losing battle, not realizing that she would never see either of them again. Her husband was out of reach for her now.

**********

(Six Months Later)

John couldn't have been happier. He fit into Jessica's life perfectly. All of her friends loved him. All of her coworkers loved him. All of her family loved him. John admired how well Jessica hid the dark side of her nature. At work, and in social settings, she was a total professional. No one except John knew about her dark side. John was the only one Jessica trusted enough to show that side of herself. She trusted him, because she always knew he was her true love. The only clue that might give her dark side away was her penchant for exposing a few inches of juicy cleavage in whatever top she wore. But everyone understood. Her tits were so massive, it'd be impossible not to show them off!

John was not disappointed when he entered into his new life with her. She had not lied about her status. She was a star surgeon, and was admired by most of the other doctors and nurses at the hospital. They were happy to see her settle down with a good man. They all knew she deserved it because she was a catch. Everyone they knew thought they were a perfect couple. A doctor married to a teacher. But if they knew what went on inside their home, if they saw the dark, sexual nature of their relationship, they might not think the same way.

Being the star surgeon she was, she was loaded. She loved living the high life, and was not afraid to flaunt it. She had a mansion, which was always too big for her alone, but now it served as a perfect home for her and her husband. Life as a member of the rich was a very new experience for John, but he settled in as if he had always belonged. The vain side of him loved the fact that he had a gorgeous wife on his arm to show off. At parties, women would see him, dressed in the finest clothes, and would want to sink their claws in him. But then they saw Jessica at his side, wearing one of her expensive dresses that she loved so much. They would see the huge rock on her finger, and a smaller diamond right below it. Those women would see Jessica's body in her tight dress, her long legs, her round ass, her huge tits, and they knew that this bitch had locked down John for good. He wasn't going anywhere.

John still taught, having started at the local prep school as soon as he moved to the city. All the teachers and students loved having him around. The slutty high school girls loved seeing their new high school teacher was this hot guy. Some of them conspired to make a move on him, but they never had the chance. He was always on the move. Little did they know he had to be ready to fuck Jessica whenever she wanted, so that meant many mid-day visits to the hospital to eat his wife's pussy in her office. Or maybe a hard fuck on her desk. Some days, John would have to rush out of school as the bell rang, rush to the hospital and meet his wife as she left surgery. They would go into her office and lock the doors. He would bend her over the desk, pull down her scrubs, and bury his hard dick in her tight ass. Being on her feet all day made her back so sore. A nice hard ass fuck usually cured what ailed her.

The high school sluts never stood a chance. John's balls were being constantly drained, so his eyes never wandered. Why would they when he was married to the hottest slut he had ever met?

So this was John's new life. He would have rough sex, two or three times a day, minimum, with his gorgeous slut of a wife in his dream house after coming home from his dream job. That's of course not counting the fucks they would have at her office. His life was truly perfect. She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. And he did everything she wanted.

After him and Jessica came down from a hard fuck in their marital bed, Jessica riding his hard dick to a screaming orgasm as he shot his load deep inside her, she moved to his ear and whispered two words.

"I'm pregnant."

John was ecstatic, and he was also was not surprised. With the amount of fucking they did, it was bound to happen. And at the rate they planned to continue fucking, this child would not be their last. John looked up into her eyes and pulled her in to a deep kiss.

He was so happy. Happy for Jessica. She deserved this. She was brilliant. She was gorgeous. She had a perfect body. Sure, she might be a little psycho, but she was too hot for him to be bothered by that. She deserved his baby. She deserved a big family. She deserved to be a mommy.

His dick rejuvenated, he rolled her over and started slamming his dick in and out of her again. He loved her so much. He would never stop fucking her. He would never stop pleasuring her. He owed her everything. She had led him to his new life. She was his dream woman. He loved her.