As I knelt meekly before John, my mind was reeling from the discovery that I was not the only one who was in thrall to his gorgeous body. Frankly, during the whole time that I was carrying on with him - submitting to him - I actually hadn't been thinking about my wife. The effect he had on me was so powerful that it seemed to sever any connection between him and my "normal" life. When I was serving him, it was as if I was in another world. I could only wonder what my wife's reaction would be ...
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When I first realized that you had walked in on John fucking me, I had panicked. Seeing you, my husband, standing there snapped me back to reality. It was as if I realized for the first time that, well ... technically anyway ... I was cheating on you.
Since that first day he had appeared in our home, there was something undeniably magnetic about him. He was so different from you ... physically, and in other ways ... that I didn't even associate the two of you as being in the same category.
I'll always remember the first time he wrapped his arms around me, and leaned against me ... at that moment I absolutely melted. His lips against my neck ... his breath against my cheek ... I'm getting goose bumps right now just thinking about it. All I wanted to do was lay back and let him have me, right then, the first time he ever touched me.
In the following weeks, when he seduced me ... took control of me ... it was as if I was losing myself in him. I was helpless to resist the pleasure his body provided to me. And I became so consumed with serving him in every way possible that I never even stopped to think about you.
But that all changed when I saw you sink to your knees, right there in our bedroom, so willingly, in front of him. Even though you knew he had just been fucking me ... fucking my brains out, actually ... I understood there was nothing else you could do ... that you were helpless, too.
And that understanding was just incredibly erotic for me. It was as if by seeing your submission to him, directly in front of me, your wife, that I could share in some of his power over you ... as if it were flowing through me. Believe me ... seeing his cock just inches away from your face filled my head with incredible images ... and I understood that somehow my participation would make John's domination of you complete.
By having me, your wife, take a part in your sucking John's cock, John would demonstrate his complete control over you ... and your complete submission to him. And it was so thrilling to know that I could be a part of this, that I could serve my lover in this way.
Servicing John's cock is something I have always given a great deal of thought to. Kneeling between his strong legs ... his body stretched out on the bed, or the couch, or in his Mustang. Watching his entire body react as I suck and pull on his growing cock. Even though I suspected that you are a good little cocksucker, I took a point of pride in thinking that I am even better.
Still, I was eager to help you ... guide you ... to put you in your place by telling you just how to do it ... just how John really likes it. Sharing some of my little secrets and techniques with you. So you would know your place.
All of these thoughts passed through my mind in a flash as I lay there in bed, my pussy still wet and warm from the pounding he had just given me. I glanced over to his eyes to see him look down at you for a second ... before I saw his soft, long lashes lower, and his eyes close.
"Do it John," I heard myself say.
Then, I watched John tease us both, bringing his hands up to his chest ... running them over the firm muscles, down to his wash board abs ... into the dimples inside his hip bones ... until his huge hands and long fingers rested on his hips, framing his cock ... his hard, thick cock ... just aching to be touched.
I looked back down to you, and couldn't describe the look of pleasure on your face. I slid off the bed and, in an instant, was kneeling at your side.
You ran your hands up his muscular thighs, and slowly curled your fingers around the shaft standing in front of you. And very slowly started to glide your fingers up the length, and then back down ... very slowly, very deliberately ... as if trying to memorize every detail of it ...
