Almost Caught

Almost Caught, Part 4

The rest of my work day went well and I received no more texts from my mother-in-law. I spent the entire afternoon half excited and half in panic of what the next text message might tell me to do. Luckily, no one was in my area of the office, so it wouldn't have mattered too much any way.

I left for home a little earlier than usual and got there at about 4:00. The girls were still out shopping, I guessed, so the house was empty. I felt extremely dirty and decided I needed a shower. I dashed quickly upstairs and took off my clothes, jumping into the nice, hot water. It was very refreshing, although I couldn't take my mind off what had happened earlier. I felt my cock twitch when I thought about the pictures and videos still on my phone.

I had the picture of Jenteal on her knees in front of Emmanuelle on my mind, licking her while Emmanuelle filmed the whole thing. Somehow, the image changed to me... me on my knees... me licking Emmanuelle... her juices all over my face.

My cock was throbbing hard, but I couldn't masturbate. Not now. Not thinking thoughts like that.

I turned off the water and while I was drying off I heard the noise of them entering downstairs. I quickly dressed and got into the hall just as Roni was calling to me.

"I'm up here," I called back, and heard the girls giggling.

As I walked down the stairs, I could hear them in the family room and kitchen. Roni was putting dinner together while Emmanuelle and Jenteal waited in the family room. I walked into the kitchen and gave Roni a kiss. She pecked me on the lips and shooed me away, saying she had to get dinner ready and asked me to talk to Emmanuelle for a while.

When I walked into the family room, Emmanuelle was in the chair rubbing her feet while Jenteal was sitting on the couch.

"Ooh, ahi esta! There he is! Hi Vince," Emmanuelle said in a low, sultry voice.

"Hi, Emmanuelle. Can I get either of you something to drink?"

Both shook their heads. "No, but you can help me massage my feet. They ache so!"

"Um... ok..." I said, standing there dumbfounded and shy.

Emmanuelle giggled softly. "Sientate aqui!" she said, pointing at the floor in front of her. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to sit in front of her.

I licked my lips and felt my body flush with embarrassment. "Maybe we could move over to the couch..." I started to offer, but she quickly interrupted me.

"No... aqui," she softly commanded, pointing at the floor again.

"Ok," I submitted and knelt on the floor in front of her. I took her offered foot in my hands and began massaging it. She moaned in appreciation and kept watching me.

"Perfecto," she purred grabbing her breasts as she looked down at me.

Roni walked into the room a minute later. "Wow, look at you! Aren't you being a nice son-in-law," she smiled.

"He's a very nice son-in-law," Emmanuelle giggled, smiling down at me. "He is so good to me. Makes me feel so good."

Roni smiled at me. "Good! Ok, dinner's in the oven. It'll take about 40 minutes or so. I'm going to go relax in a nice hot bath for a while while it's cooking. Don't worry," she said as she moved out of sight. "I'll be down before it's done."

I was left alone with my tormentors.

"Now, nino bonito... what shall we do?" Emmanuelle asked, using her other foot to trace a line along my chest. She sat up and lowered her free foot to my crotch, playing with my cock with her toes. "Very hard," she whispered. "You liked our little game today, didn't you?"

I shook my head slowly, looking down in embarrassment. I knew she could see right through me, though.

She giggled. "I know better. I know you were very hard for me. I know you enjoyed being my very bad little boy. Did you like the pictures I sent you? Hmm?"

I was sweating and beginning to breath harder, but I was still too embarrassed to talk to her. She used a finger to lift my chin, staring directly into my eyes.

"Tell me the truth now. Did you get hard looking at my big tetas? My juicy chocha? My tits and pussy, yes? Did you imagine yourself licking my pussy, nino?"

I swallowed hard, unable to avoid her command to answer her. "Yes," I mumbled softly.

"I knew you did, nino. You are such a dirty boy. Do you want to see my titties now? Come on, don't be shy. Answer me!"

I felt compelled to answer. I felt compelled to be the dirty boy she wanted me to be. "Yes."

Emmanuelle lifted her shirt above her breasts, exposing her beautiful white bra. With both hands she lowered her bra cups and lifted each breast in turn, completely exposing it. Her bra held each breast up for my inspection.

"My pussy is getting so wet, just thinking about you licking it. Why don't you touch these titties first?"

I lowered her foot to the floor and moved closer. With her foot still massaging my cock through my jeans, I leaned forward and let her hand slide to the back of my head and guide me to her breast. My tongue touched her nipple and made her purr deliciously. I felt a rush of happiness that I was able to please her.

"See? It doesn't take much once you find the right boy and train him," Emmanuelle said above me, supposedly to Jenteal.

"He's perfect!" Jenteal whispered excitedly.

Emmanuelle's hand was on the back of my head, holding me to her nipple as my lips wrapped around it and I sucked again and again, almost feeding like I was her baby.

"Oh, nino, you are making me so wet. I bet you want my chocha... eh? I bet you love licking pussy, don't you?"

She stood and looked down at me. I was panting excitedly. I was in exactly the same position as the picture with Jenteal. From the pictures and videos from earlier in the day that I'd saved to my phone... the one's I was going to masturbate to for a long time to come.

"Unfasten my pants," she commanded me. "And pull them down."

I did exactly as she asked as her hand caressed my head, her fingers gliding through my hair possessively.

"Kiss her like your lover, nino bonito."

She gently pulled my head towards her pussy. I didn't fight her, I didn't resist in the least. I let her hands guide me exactly where I wanted to be. At the last second, I closed my eyes and let my lips caress hers. I let my tongue slide over her lips and clit, tasting her intoxicating muskiness.

I could barely hear her grunts of delight, her encouraging words, as she held my head and ground her hips into me, fucking my face. Her pussy slid up and over my nose and back down. My entire face was getting covered with her juices. But I continued to lick and suck as much as I could. My hands grabbed her legs, wrapping around them a little to help pull her into me.

I heard her giggle, talking to Jenteal, but I paid it no mind. I just kept licking her beautiful, succulent pussy.

"Ooh, yes, nino... keep licking... right there..." she whispered, still thrusting her hips up and back, grinding into my face. My tongue was starting to get tired, but she didn't stop... didn't care. All she wanted to do was cum. Cum on my face. I felt movement beside me and when I opened my eyes, I saw Jenteal making a video with her phone. I could only pray that this wouldn't get out to anyone I knew.

There was movement at the top of the stair and Emmanuelle stopped thrusting for a moment, almost in a panic, and released my head.

"Vince? Let me dry my hair and then I'll be down. Can you turn off the chicken for me?"

"Ye... Yes," I mumbled. "I'll get it."

I started to get up, but Emmanuelle held me in place with her hand on my head again. "Jenteal will get it. You have to finish me," she whispered, moving her pussy onto my face again and grinding. I could hear her grunting softly, trying not to make too much noise. I didn't know how long it took, but she came hard. Her juices poured over my face and down onto my neck and chest while her body shook with her pleasure. Her hands still held me tightly in place against her until she finally pulled away. Her pussy was so beautiful, so engorged, red and wet.

She pushed my head and I fell back on my hands as she stepped back and began redressing. When she finished fastening her pants again, she sat in the chair, smiling down at me. She licked her lips. "Perfect, nino," she whispered. "Perfect."

When I heard Roni starting to finish up upstairs, I stood and quickly made my way to the downstairs bathroom. She couldn't see me like this! I heard her come down and start talking with Emmanuelle and Jenteal and when they disappeared into the kitchen, I dashed upstairs to change. I washed my face and neck and tossed my shirt into the laundry, putting on a fresh one. Then I sat on the bed for a second to collect my thoughts.

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. And I couldn't believe that I wasn't fighting it in the least. I mean... if I was honest with myself... I was actually enjoying it. Yeah they were treating me like some personal slave. But I had to admit, the constant sexual attention really excited me. I felt wanted, even though it was for their pleasure.

They were leaving tomorrow, though. Then things would get back to normal.

Roni called up a few minutes later to say that dinner was on, so I walked down and sat at the table. I couldn't look at them. I was so embarrassed about what I'd done... what we'd done... well, what they'd done to me. Food was passed around and I was on automatic pilot. I heard the girls talking and laughing together about their day. Roni had brought home some wine and everyone was liberally sampling it. As the dinner wore on, I could tell at least Roni was getting a little drunk.

When dinner was over, I excused myself to go downstairs to my workout area, essentially my man-cave. Roni said that she and the girls were going to talk about things that were a little private and asked me to knock before I come up. I was surprised by the request, but said I would.

I closed the door behind me as I walked down the stairs. I threw in a Rocky movie and started on my weight-lifting routine. The movie gave me a good masculine lift and I was hitting the weights hard. I needed this. I needed to feel like a man again.

An hour into my routine I decided I needed a break. I paused the movie and thought about going upstairs to get a drink. I knew there'd be hell to pay if I just barged in on them, but I wondered what was so private. I thought I could maybe just peek. I walked as quietly as I could to to top of the stairs and slowly and silently twisted the door handle.

I could hear the women laughing and talking in the living room. It sounded like they were watching something on the TV. I tip-toed through the kitchen and to the archway leading into the living room, being very careful not to be seen or heard.

"Wow," said Jenteal. "Who's that?"

"Ok, I think I may have found a spot to get this done," a female voice said from the TV.

"Mmm," moaned Emmanuelle. "That's Samantha... my neighbor."

"Your neighbor?", Jenteal giggled. "You got to your neighbor, too?"

"I'm on a back street, in the suburb's. It's not too busy, I hope that's ok."

"Si," my mother-in-law replied, giggling softly. "Esta bonita. She licks pussy so well."

I peered around the corner and watched a girl on the TV, not much more than nineteen. She was sitting in her car out in the open somewhere. I could barely see Emmanuelle on the couch and Jenteal in the love seat, but I couldn't tell if Roni was in the room or not.

"Hopefully no one will notice me," the girl giggled. I watched as she adjusted her seat back and adjusted the camera on her dash to get the best angle. Then she sat back and started rubbing her breasts through her t-shirt, spreading her legs a bit, all while she looked directly at the camera.

Emmanuelle explained further. "I practice anywhere I can. It is fun, si?"

Jenteal giggled. "It is definitely fun. Why in public?"

The girl on the video looked around her car, as if worried someone could come by any second and catch her. Then she lifted her top to expose her breasts and began pulling at her nipples, looking back at the camera again, as if asking for the viewer's acceptance.

"There are only a few things in this world that can really excite people. I've found that the potential of getting caught is a strong one. People love the risk."

The girl's eyes half-lidded as both hands slid down her abdomen and began stroking her pussy. I was amazed at how brazen she was. I could see cars pass by her and could see people not more than 100 feet away from her car. She could have been caught easily, and yet, here she was, completely exposing herself. Teasing herself to what I imagined was going to be an incredible orgasm.

It didn't take long for her mouth to form that distinctive O, the look that showed she was getting very, very close. Her fingers were moving rapidly, two and three rhythmically sliding inside her pussy while the other teased her clit. I could hear the squelching sounds of her wet pussy over the speakers.

Just a minute later, she was cumming. Her juices were dripping off her hand, running over her ass, as we watched. Her eyes were big and her hips moved quickly in time with her finger thrusts. The squelching sound was louder now and her fingers slowed, spreading her wetness all over her mound until it shown with a wet glaze.

"Damn! That girl can cum!" Jenteal giggled in amazement.

"And tastes sweet as sugar, too," Emmanuelle said softly.

I couldn't believe what I was watching and hearing. I silently tip-toed back down into the basement, closing the door silently. Moving over and sitting on the weight bench, I thought about what was happening. My mother-in-law and her friend were dominating me. They were fully and completely taking advantage of me and they were doing it with the possibility of getting caught. They knew exactly how much that excited me and scared me.

I didn't know what to say or do, but I knew they were leaving tomorrow. If I could avoid them until then, I was free and could go back to my regular life. I decided to stay in the basement until late, then go to bed after everyone else had. I had hoped that the wine would make them all the more tired.

I watched TV for the next several hours... well, barely watched it. I couldn't get my mind off my mother-in-law and what she was doing to me. I couldn't help getting excited by it and feeling my erection grow larger and harder. But I knew I had to resist. I couldn't hear upstairs, but I figured that at midnight it would be safe to go upstairs.

When the credits were finally rolling on the last show of the night, I turned off the light and slowly made my way up the stairs. I tried to be as quiet as I could, listening for any sign they were still awake, but I heard nothing. The lights were off when I opened the door into the kitchen and moved into the living room. Thankfully everyone was in their bedrooms. There were three empty bottles of wine and three glasses on the coffee table, along with some empty snack plates.

I made my way up to the master bedroom and opened the door. The lights were off and Roni appeared to be sleeping. I could see her dark outline in the bed and could hear her slow, steady breathing. She didn't take alcohol well and got very tired after only a few drinks. I guessed she was sleeping heavily.

I undressed and slid into under the covers next to her and as I lay on my back, I couldn't help but think about my mother-in-law again. She was such an incredibly beautiful woman... very well endowed and very sexual. I closed my eyes and envisioned her dominating that young girl in the video. I knew from my own experience she was very convincing at making people do things.

I felt my cock twitch and grow as I thought about her sitting next to the girl, telling her to masturbate. I envisioned Emmanuelle smiling as the girl did as she was told. The girl was feeling so humiliated yet turned on as her fingers danced over her wet pussy. My hand found my shaft and I stroked it slowly.

I was so caught up in my fantasy and masturbation that I didn't hear or see the dark figure enter the room. I felt her, though. I felt her hand graze my thigh and then join my own hand on my cock. It took a moment for my brain to register what was going on before I jumped slightly.

I looked beside me and a dark figure was kneeling there, her hand still stroking my cock.

"Stop! What are you doing? She's right there?" I whispered weakly. I couldn't believe this was happening as my wife lay a mere foot away! I felt the blankets being pulled off me, exposing me and her stroking hand. My cock was so hard and throbbing even before she touched me... it was far worse now!

"Please.... stop!" I plead, in a whining whisper.

"I'll take care of this for you," Jenteal whispered back. I could feel the bed shift as she moved between my legs, her long hair grazing my bare thighs. In the dim light I could finally see her and see that she was completely naked.

"No! I can't believe you're naked. What are you doing? Oh my god!" I tried to be forceful in my protest, tried to get her to stop, but my body wouldn't obey me. I watched almost helplessly as her lips descended over my cock, pushing me into her hot, wet mouth. I could feel her tongue stroking me, pressing against every sensitive spot on my shaft.

Her mouth moved up and down, taking me deeply and then moving to the top to run her lips over the head like a lipstick.

"I can't. I can't," I whispered, putting my hands on her shoulders. I swear I tried to push her away. But I felt so weak and helpless that I did little.

I could see the knowing smile on her face. "You know you want to. Veronica won't wake up... she's drunk..." she whispered before sliding her mouth over my cock once again. Her hand stroked my shaft beneath her lips as she moved up and down my hard cock.

The pleasure made my head fall back on my pillow, made my eyes close and I softly groaned.

I could hear her giggle. "I knew you wanted it," she whispered, forcing me to look at her again.

"Are you out of your mind? Are you crazy?"

She laughed softly. "Your cock is just so nice and hard for me. And it tastes so yummy!"

"She's going to hear you! You are nuts!" I couldn't believe she was doing this. With Roni right there! She could wake at any second!

"Oh my goodness!" she whispered, sliding her tongue from my balls and up my shaft to the head. "So fucking big!"

"You're crazy. We're going to get caught." I said, nodding my head in Roni's direction to indicate just how close she was to us.

"We're not going to get caught." She lay between my legs and stroked my cock with both hands, twisting them slightly with every stroke. God it felt incredible. Her hands went up and down, up and down, driving me closer and closer to my orgasm. I could feel her body against my leg and felt her lean down and bite my inner thigh.

I groaned as quietly as I could. I was so close now. I didn't know if I could keep my orgasm quiet or not and was afraid I'd wake Roni up.

Suddenly, she just stopped. I was about to beg her not to, beg her to let me cum, when she moved up and sat on my stomach. I could smell her pussy and just knew she was wet.

She leaned down over me and slid her nipple along my lips. Without a second thought I slipped my tongue out and caressed the hard nub of flesh.

"Tell me you love it," she whispered, her soft breasts swiping across my face.

I didn't want to say it. I didn't want to tell her how much I enjoyed being dominated, but I couldn't help myself. "I love it," I whispered meekly.

She forced her breast into my mouth, forced me to suck on her nipple. I even bit it a little, really trying to please her. I heard her moan softly in response and then she pulled away. She looked down at me, between her bare breasts, with a feral smile of need and desire.

"What are you doing?" I whispered as she started moving up my body, her pussy moving closer and closer to my face.