Busted
tells the story of how a husband's roving eye sets his hurt wife onto a path of jealousy and payback. The poor guy only looked at what was thrown in front of him, but still found their romantic winter getaway to a sunny clime transformed into an outrageous sexual adventure with lesbian lovers pegging his virgin ass. In this follow up, we learn what sparked Wifey's actions and see how Hubby manages to get his own.
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BUSTED and REDEEMED
Hubby passes test and Wifey comes through with reward.
Chapter 1
41-year-old businessman Randy Jensen lay still on the hotel room sofa as the blonde college girl, Shauna, knelt on the floor in front of him. The long, lean beauty, whom he still thought of as "Blondie," was licking the last of his semen from where he'd sprayed it on his cheek and chin. When she moved away, the handsome Chicagoan saw that her girlfriend "Brownie" (
Abby,
he reminded himself) was also sitting on the floor alongside the couch. The curvy brunette had already been in to lick up her own portion of man-cream and now ran her tongue around her pillowy DSLs, perhaps savoring the last of his salty flavor.
Blondie was to his right and Brownie to his left. Randy lifted his gaze and looked between the two. There he saw the woman who'd gotten to him first after his upside-down orgasm and had captured the lioness's share of his seed directly from his mouth. His wife, Ann, also 41. She had relinquished her place alongside the sofa and crawled back up into the armchair from which she'd just directed his masturbatory climax display for the three women.
Ann's feet were once again up on the edge of the coffee table in front of the chair, legs spread wide. However, she was no longer jamming a dildo in and out of her ass in the throes of her own simultaneous orgasm. Now, her fingers toyed idly with the inflamed lips of her cunt. Her eyes had the droopy look of deep satiation. The swollen condition of both labia and eyes made it very clear what she'd been up to over the hours her husband had been temporarily exiled to the Arizona desert.
The last half hour had been shocking, a mixture of both excitement and humiliation, as well as erotic pain and passion. Randy's dizzy mind was just now slowing its crazy spinning. A new, disturbing thought jumped onboard the Mad Tea Party ride in his head. His wife had cheated on him. Cheated on him physically with the two foxes she'd accused him of cheating on her with mentally. She'd cheated, right?
Now, Randy had to admit that he would have been onboard with this party, well, minus the pegging, without a second thought if Ann had asked him. But she hadn't asked. Yes, he was so far having a surprisingly good time, but did the ends justify the means? And what came next?
He curled up his Chicago-winter-pale body and rotated until he was able to slide down from the sofa to the floor between the two objects of the vacationing married couple's desires. He was never so glad for the robust regimen of yoga that Ann had drawn him into years back. He never could have pulled off such a smooth dismount, let alone the masturbatory shoulder stand of moments before, without the hours of stretches and poses on the thin mats in the yoga studio.
Randy Jensen stretched his arms out to his sides along the edge of the sofa cushions and the two young women moved into his embrace. He looked again into his wife's eyes and saw that they still gleamed, as if she had yet more illicit excitement in her.
The former college athlete turned his still fit body to the young beauty on his right, Shauna. He moved his hand behind her blonde head and leaned in for a lover's kiss. The first lover's kiss anyone other than Mrs. Jensen had received for more than 16 years. A gentle pressing of lips, followed by a teasing tongue. But the passion was still too high to go slowly for long. Soon their tongues were dueling, advancing and retreating, drawing the battle from one mouth to the other.
The Chicagoan felt Brownie, Abby, moving on his other side. She draped a leg over his and snugged her crotch up against him. He could feel her breath on his cheek as she leaned in to watch the kiss from up close. Her left hand had been resting on his abdomen; now it snaked upwards and played first with his nipple and then Blondie's. It went back and forth a few times, pulling and twisting, before latching onto his and tugging him around. Apparently, she was ready for her own kiss.
As Randy swiveled on his ass, his eyes passed over his wife. As an actuarial consultant, Ann was responsible for helping companies make financial decisions worth millions of dollars and she brought a serious, highly competent demeanor to her work. Perhaps even more so because she was a beautiful woman who didn't want anyone thinking she'd got to her level based on her looks. Randy could just imagine what various CEOs and CFOs around Chicago would think if they could see her now.
Ann was slouched deeply in the chair, bringing her ass to its edge. The fingers that had been teasing her labia were now stuck well up inside her, though still moving languidly. Her other hand was plucking at a nipple in imitation of the action in front of her. Randy was having trouble processing how his wife had done a complete 180 during the day. Yesterday she'd gone ballistic on him because he'd gotten hard watching the two young women play with each other in public in their bikinis and was still upset with him this morning. But now she was apparently getting off on him doing much more than just looking. The incongruity of her behavior surprisingly sparked a small coal of anger inside Randy and prompted him to push back against her dominatrix treatment of him.
Chapter 2
Ann Jensen had a look of rapture on her face; eyes locked on a scene that under other circumstances would have broken her heart. But under these circumstances, which she herself had initiated? Watching her husband make out with two beautiful women only half her age was continuing to fuel the longest stretch of eroticism she'd experienced in a decade. Maybe ever.
Midway between swapping Shauna's young lips for Abby's, Ann's husband gazed at her with an intensity that burned through the woman's orgasmic fog like a lighthouse beam. The sudden illumination frightened her a bit. Randy didn't look the way she felt, happy and excited. He looked kinda pissed, she thought. Of course, he had just been butt-fucked by three women. Ann figured she might have some 'splaining to do.
She also recognized that her highly competitive nature as a former high-level athlete herself, might have triggered an overreaction yesterday that could potentially damage their relationship. So, she mentally sighed in relief when, a moment later, the corner of Randy's mouth went up into a wicked sneer and he resumed his rotation until his mouth moved perfectly into union with Abby's, like a space shuttle latching onto a space station. Ann became certain that if she played the rest of this right, they would get through okay. This feeling was reinforced when she squeezed her nipple and clitoris hard and climaxed again.
The kiss with Abby managed to be even more loving and more passionate than the one with Shauna had been. The newness and wrongness of it added a whole extra layer and Randy might have just made out with the buxom brunette for another hour if another set of lips hadn't conspired to steal his attention.
Randy naturally thought his wife had gotten into some outrageous lesbian, maybe femdom thing with the two girls, especially when they all sodomized him. But he was having increasing doubts about the girls being pure lesbians. The blonde head now bobbing up and down in his lap was clearly not carrying out her first or even her tenth blowjob. Shauna had skills.
And, it turned out, so did Abby. While they were making out, the brunette's hand trailed down from his chest and across his firm belly, clearly on its way to his manhood. Instead of his brown short and curlies, however, she found her girlfriend's blonde tresses. Brownie broke off the best male kiss of her life to see what was going on. Once it registered, she dove in to join Shauna in loving on the cock she'd barely been able to keep away from while he was going through his wife's 'test'. She'd really wanted to jack him off while he'd been getting pegged. Jack him off right into her mouth.
Randy Jensen leaned back and spread his arms along the sofa cushions again. He looked down and watched in wonder as Shauna pulled her mouth off of his stiff rod but kept her hand on its swollen root. She was holding it straight up so that Abby could drop her mouth down over it before Randy even registered a change in temperature.
Sudden movement from across the room caught Randy's attention and he looked up. Ann had half-slid, half-fallen out of the armchair from the rigor of her finger-fucking. She was jammed between the front of the chair and the coffee table and impatiently pushed the table another foot to the side. Her fingers never left her pussy.
"Ladies," the ass-sore, stiff-cocked husband said as he placed his hands lightly on the tops of the girls' heads. "Can you please shift a bit so my wife can see my dick disappear into your beautiful mouths?"
The two twenty-year-olds turned their heads to look up at him, then followed his gaze across to the middle-aged woman they'd seduced earlier. They shared wicked smiles as they maneuvered their young, lithe bodies so they could approach Mr. Jensen's beautiful cock from its bodyside. The amazing parade of emotions that marched across Mrs. Jensen's face sent shudders through both young women. Shudders that ended up in their already quivering clits.
