At breakfast the next morning Jessica announced that they had been invited to stay over at a friend's house for New Years. The friend's house was closer to college and Deon's so they were going to stay there for a few days before heading to Deon's, then back to college for the start of the new semester.
This greatly upset my wife as she had assumed Jessica would be staying home for longer. Thinking fast I suggested the two of them go on for a spa day to have some quality mother-daughter time, my treat. Jessica beamed at me for saving her bacon and Julie was never one to turn down a spa day. Internally I sighed with relief, that little bombshell could've detonated into a full on war if I hadn't intervened. Jake wanted to go to the mall with his friends to spend the last of his Christmas money and Julie was happy enough to drop him off on the way with the stern warning not to spend all his money, and that he should under no circumstances try to come back on his own.
As my family said their goodbyes and slammed the front door, I drank my coffee and smiled enjoying the feeling of having an empty house and no plans, when Deon walked in.
He was topless showing off his muscular arms, strong shoulders, broad chest and defined abs. His sizeable bulge was clearly on display through his baggy basketball shorts. As he walked towards me, I felt myself being hypnotised by the swaying of his cock.
Deon sat down opposite me with a self satisfied grin and helped himself to coffee. My sense of peace and tranquility vanished to be replaced by a very nervous, very horny energy.
He drank some coffee and said "Let's get some things straight. I love your daughter and you love your wife. Anything we do does not change or damage that." I nodded slack jawed. "The recordings and images I have of you have not and will not be shared or uploaded to the cloud, unless you threaten to do something stupid. While I am here you do not touch your clit, if Julie wants a little action then fine but from now on if you want to get off, it's your tits and pussy only." He winked as he said 'little action'.
"Now that's out of the way let's get comfortable and talk about what to do with our free day."
He pushed his chair back, went into the lounge, dropped his shorts and sat, naked, legs spread wide on the sofa. I sank to my knees in front of him and started to suck on his cock without being told. "Good whore" he said. I moaned around his cock at the word and my ass started to bounce in need, the tingling sensation was back stronger than before, the feeling of his massive cock growing in my mouth and stretching down my throat was giving me that sense of fullness, of being complete.
I was swallowing on the down stroke to take him to the balls, his pre-cum lubricating my throat, Deon relaxed on his phone as I happily sucked him. I was lost in a fog of contented bliss, eyes closed, mouth full of cock, throat wonderfully sore, nipples hard, dick drooling, ass hole aching, winking open and closed, chasing that high. The fullness was increasing every time I sucked, that incredible, maddening pressure building. I felt his cock stiffen and I started to lick the underside of his head and slit, he groaned and came in my mouth, the incredible pressure that had been building up in me burst and I came just from giving my man a blowjob! I slumped down into Deon's lap, still contentedly suckling at his softening cock as I came down from my own orgasm.
I was still a happy mindless cock zombie when Deon told me to follow him, I crawled after him in a daze as he led me upstairs to my bedroom and into our en-suite.
He gave me a bottle of my wife's hair remover and told me that while I wouldn't get away with a hairless clitty, I could keep my pussy nice and smooth and at least trim my bush for him. I dutifully applied the cream over and between my ass cheeks, and the patch between my balls and ass. I brushed my teeth and gargled while I waited for it to work and took a shower to wash it all off.
When I came out, I found Deon had left a bottle of baby oil, a white lace thong, matching white thigh high socks and Jessica's long, thick, black butt plug on the bed. I blushed as I lubricated it up and sighed in contentment as my new ass pussy sucked it home. The warm fuzzy daze came over me as the plug nestled between my cheeks and my ass pussy started to suckle at my new toy. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned in satisfaction, as one hand pulled the plug out and pushed it slowly back to the hilt, my hips started to roll forwards and back to match the motions of my hand as I started to fuck myself with the butt plug. My legs started to shake, so I curled up on my side to give myself better access to my now drooling ass pussy.
I don't know how long I fucked myself like that, I was lost in a warm sexual glow, like a low level continuous full body orgasm. Suddenly Deon stood in front of me, smirking, phone in hand as I continued to languidly fuck myself with Jessica's butt plug.
He said "I was right, you are a natural born slut." He pushed the plug firmly up my ass, took hold of my hands and made me sit up on the side of the bed. "Now listen up baby, Jessica has just text me their treatments finish at four, so they'll be home around six, which means you have to get dinner ready by then so you look like the perfect husband." He looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. "It's lunchtime, so make us some pizza and grab us some beers and I'll tell you what's next." I had begun to stroke his cock through his shorts and had absent-mindedly started to bounce up and down on the butt plug while Deon was talking, so he pulled my hair so I was looking him in the eye "Do it now whore." he said, I was practically drooling in cock lust and my nipples ached at the word "whore", I really, really wanted to suck his cock again but I dutifully pulled on the white lace thong, automatically tucking my dick between my legs, making sure the plug as firmly secure.
I wasn't thinking straight, the plug in my pussy was the centre of my world, my mind was happy blank and empty, the pleasure radiating from the plug in my ass pussy was drowning out everything else and the tightness of the thong only increased the sensations of the plug. I found one of my wife's white silk camisoles and pulled it on, it barely covered my ass and clung to my body. Secretly thrilled, I pinched and pulled on my nipples a few times so they stuck out noticeably and went down stairs to get lunch ready, hoping to tease Deon into fucking me on the kitchen table like an animal.
Lunch was pizza, salad and beers and we ate in silence in front of the TV, me trying to distract Deon's attention away from the sports by alternately riding (sometimes quick and shallow like a rabbit, others pulling out to the very tip, teasing my puffy ass lips with the head of the plug and deliberately taking the whole length, moaning as it stretched me out) and grinding on the plug.
No dice.
I was in the kitchen cleaning away the mess when I heard the door open and voices, the beer buzz had added to the pleasure flowing from the plug so I didn't feel self conscious when I went back into the lounge naked except for the white silk camisole, thong and socks, (nipples re-tweaked and iced to really make them stick out) holding more bottles of beer.
Deon was stood talking with a guy I didn't recognise, they looked up and saw me. I blushed deeply, suddenly very aware that I was practically naked, dick semi hard and drooling pre-cum, ass stretched around the big black plug, juices and lube running down my thighs.
"David this is Sam, he's an old friend of mine." Sam was close to my height and looked like a big fat party animal of the kind usually only seen in 80's comedies. He had black greasy looking hair and dark bruises under his brown eyes.
I didn't know what to do or say, I was frozen in shock. Sam eyed me lecherously. I felt like a piece of meat under his stare, it was embarrassing, humiliating and a deeply shameful turn on. My lack of clothing didn't help, I had also been riding the plug throughout lunch (much to Deon's amusement) keeping myself on the verge of anal orgasm for close to an hour.
Perversely my dick started getting harder under Sam's stare, somewhere deep down, a twisted part of me was getting off on the humiliation.
Unconsciously I pushed my chest out and shoulders back, putting my tits on display. My back arched, making my ass stick out, I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze but my body language told him in no uncertain terms how much I needed a good hard fucking.
Sam stopped staring and confidently strode over to give me a bro hug. I felt his hand on my lower back pulling me closer, then his hand went lower and his fingers played with my thong. He spanked my ass hard and whispered "we're gonna have a lot of fun, me and you", he spanked me again and I yelped. He turned to face Deon grinning, one arm wrapped around my waist pulling me entirely too close for comfort, his hand possessively fondling my ass. He was groping my tits with his other hand, I stood passively letting this greasy, overweight college dude-bro openly grope me, my embarrassment and semi hard dick plain to see.
