Professors Wife Intro To Bondage Pt 02

Jon sat at his desk in his home office and held his head and stared blankly at the desk below him. The dark walnut finish of the desk stared back at him and he felt it judging him. His wife Michelle was lying upstairs in bed asleep. She had been up there and refused to come down for four days.

The same four days that had passed since he was made to bring her to the Rodegia Club. What they had done to her there made his skin crawl but he also spent every night since then jerking off to the memory of her strapped to a pommel horse and being used in so many ways that even now his cock pressed against the bottom of the desk and strained for release.

He reached a hand down into his lap and pushed down hard on his covered cock. Even through the fabric he could feel the thick vein that ran down the length of his member and he realized that he wasn't going to withstand the urge to jerk off again. He stood at his desk and listened hard to the air around the house. He wanted to know that he wouldn't have Michelle walk in unexpectedly. It all sounded silent to him, he walked to the door of the office where he slowly and quietly locked the door before turning and leaning his back on it.

Without walking back across the hardwood floor, he unzipped his slacks and fished out his dick. He looked down and then over at his desk that held a picture of Michelle on it. It was facing away from him now, but he knew the picture well. It was taken on the day of their third anniversary, she was dressed to kill and back then Jon didn't think he was worthy of such a beautiful woman to cling to.

As he began running his hand over his dick, he got more excited. He closed his eyes and saw her with a cock in her mouth and one in her hand. He saw her pushing back against a plastic cock as it knocked on her back door and he saw her covered in copious amounts of cum. As he felt the climax quickly approach, he heard a noise and stopped stroking to listen more intently. It sounded like moaning.

Confused, he opened the door to the office and could swear the moaning increased. He climbed the stairs toward the master bedroom, and he was sure that there was a porno on in their room. The room that Michelle hadn't left in days now seemed to be busy with the sounds of sex. He was about to walk through the door when he realized that his cock was still out of his pants. Jon manhandled himself until he thought he was secured in his pants then he opened the door to his room.

In front of him he saw Michelle lying on her back in the middle of the bed. There wasn't a stitch of clothing on her and the bed was empty of everything except a single pillow and the fitted sheet that covered their mattress. Jon was struck at how erotic the sight in front of him was and looked for the movie she must be watching but the television in their room was turned off and that's when he heard the moan again.

It was Michelle that was making those sounds. Her eyes were closed, and she wasn't yet aware that Jon was in the room. He saw her hands move in quick spurts from her breasts that were already bright pink and slightly swollen and then she drove them down between her legs where she was slapping the insides of her thighs hard then pinching and pulling her clit hard.

Jon stared transfixed at the sight before him and his hand released his cock from his pants all on its own. When he finally came back into his body, he was stroking himself as he watched her. She was mistreating her own body and as he looked between her legs, he saw a large wet spot that seemed to continue to grow larger. Jon could smell her cunt and saw the fluid of her multiple orgasms leaking from her.

Jon stood at the door, not willing to move or disturb the scene in front of him. "I'm a dirty fucking whore that needs to be taught a lesson by your big cocks. Fuck me like the whore that I am. I'll let you fuck me everywhere and do whatever you want to me, just please let me cum! My husband Jon is so fucking weak, he wouldn't be able to hurt me, but you will, won't you!" Jon heard her say this and it caused his cock to explode. He watched the jet of cum launch like a bullet train from the tip of his cock and land in an arch across her thigh and hand in a thick glob that broke her spell on the bed. She looked up and stopped the assault on her own body.

As they looked at each other Michelle's face grew red and she looked away sheepishly from him at the door. Jon followed her gaze but realized that she just couldn't bear to look at him. As he turned his gaze away from her, he noticed that the curtains to their bedroom window were open and the blinds were lifted as well. It made their room quite bright but as he glanced out the window, he saw their neighbor Charlie at his window staring at their bed and Jon's nude wife of seven years prostrate on it.

Jon noticed that Charlies hand was moving furiously, and he could just make out the head of his cock above his windowsill and that's when Charlie noticed Jon looking at him. Charlie turned away from the window and exited the view. Jon then looked back at Michelle on the bed, she had curled up facing away from him and now laid in a fetal position. Her ass pointing at him and her puffy pussy lips protruding towards him and coming into sight. He was amazed that even now it was still leaking her juices and they ran down the line that connected the curve of her ass with the back of her thigh then pooled and soaked into the bare mattress that she laid on.

He walked around the bed and sat at the edge facing the window, his spent cock lay limp and dribbled a small remainder of cum onto his pants as his dick wrinkled up to just a fraction of what it was a few moments ago. Michelle was lightly sobbing and tried to hide her head in her hands. "You were supposed to be gone!" She said between her cries and out of her hands. Jon laid a consoling hand on her bare hip and lightly rubbed it.

"I was in my office doing the same thing." He told her earnestly. He thought if she knew that he also thought about the same thing then it would make it easier for her.

"You were jerking OFF to the idea of me GETTING FORCED TO FUCK OTHER MEN!" She sat up and screamed at him. As confused as he was at her sudden anger he couldn't help watching as her small breasts shook and settled on her chest then heaved up and down with the pace of her apparent anger.

"But, but, but you were just..." he tried to say as a justification and held his hands out to her reddened chest and the wet spot on the bed as proof.

"I was trying to forget it and thought that maybe allowing myself a safe climax would help with that." She told him.

"You were pinching and slapping your tits to the point of them having handprints on them and your pussy is all swollen as you were talking about how weak I was and throwing yourself at phantom fuckers!" Jon felt his blood begin to boil with anger as he talked to her. "And on top of all of that you are bringing it home and letting our pervert of a neighbor watch as you fuck yourself silly. You knew he was there the entire time you were fucking yourself, didn't you?" He asked as he pointed a hand out the open window to the now vacant room across from theirs.

She averted her gaze and he saw the anger dwindle from her face as she nodded slightly before regaining her own sense of entitlement and berated him again. "Well you are weak. Rich barely had to do anything, and you just handed me over to those animals. You just sat upstairs and watched happily as I had to endure all of that. Do you know what they did to me! Not just my body but my mind as well!" She said crying.

"So, to get better you decided to relive it again! How often is this happening!" Jon matched the volume that Michelle was using.

"Since I was made to cum multiple times on the end of so many big tasty cocks at the club!" She said with malice, trying to inflict as much pain as she could with her words. Then continued, "I've fucked myself every day since then because your limp dick won't even come near me. Hell, Charlie across the street has gotten closer to me than you have. At least I've seen him enjoy me these last four days."

"Wait a minute! Charlies been watching you finger yourself and slap your body red this whole time? WHY!?" He asked her

"Because I need to feel Wanted after that." She yelled at him as she cried.

"Wanted? WANTED!?" He yelled as he lunged at her on the bed. His cock already beginning to grow again from his movement and her sudden vulnerability. He grabbed her small wrists and pinned them over her head where he held them with one hand. He used his other hand to lay her flat on the bed and force her legs open. The smell of her cunt wafted up and smacked them in the face. Michelle knew she would readily accept his dick in her, but she still fought under his hold. He gripped the base of his cock and easily slid into her in one motion. He was amazed at the ease that she had accepted his cock and released her hands. As soon as he did, she began to beat at his chest.

"Get off of me!" She shouted as she hit him. He grabbed her wrists again and held them tighter with that same hand and held himself up on the bed as he began driving into her hard. He lost the ability to be gentle and began beating her cunt up as he slammed with as much force as he could back into her. He felt the base of his cock slam into her pussy and the resulting slapping sound that came from it became so quick that Jon thought it sounded like their bodies were applauding his fucking.

As he continued to attack her cunt, she was writhing under him. Her protests ceased and became moans as she came again. He lifted his arm from the bed and allowed his hand that held her wrists to act as his support as well. "Whose cunt is this!" He shouted at her.

"Not yours!" She mocked him. Jon drew back and slapped her exposed breasts hard and aimed so that he would land on her sensitive nipple the hardest. He saw her wince in pain.

"Whose slut are you?!" He asked her.

"Rich's, I'm Rich's nasty married slut of a wife!" She moaned through another orgasm as her eyes bore holes through Jon's soul. Jon for his part lost control and expected her to say that she was his slut. When she said Rich's name, he suddenly found himself cumming on a last downstroke and filled her womb up with the remaining cum left in his balls, he then collapsed on her. As they lay there in the bed, sweaty and covered in cum, Michelle's phone rang on the bedside table. Breathlessly she picked up the vibrating device from the table and looked at the display.

It was a number she wasn't familiar with and was about to ignore the phone, but something caused her hand to press the answer button. She held it to her ear and asked, "Hello?" Jon watched her listen to the call and her panting and heavy breathing slowed then stopped completely. At times she nodded her head and he swore that her face changed into that of a scolded child begging for forgiveness. She tentatively would say "Yes sir, no sir and uh huh."

But that was as much of the conversation as Jon was able to make out. The mans voice was coming through and it was a deep, impressive voice filled with authority and a demand for attention. Even Jon was wanting to please that voice and he wasn't even able to hear the words. After what seemed like 20 minutes, Michelle pulled the phone away from her face and ended the call.

Jon watched as she then played on her phone a few moments. She saved the phone number as Sir then opened messages and he watched as she typed. "Thank you for giving me this chance to make amends for Jon's bad behavior at your club. I'll do everything I can to make up for it." She then hit send, opened the photos feature on her phone then handed Jon her phone. He looked at her confused, but she told him that he needed to take picture of her for him.

"Who is him? I thought all of that shit was done? Aren't we free now?" He asked her.

"We would have been if you didn't act like such an asshole and threaten that sweet girl. Now we have to make things right and it starts like this. Now take the fucking pictures and video you asshole." She scolded him. He felt like a wounded dog and was unwilling to stand up for himself and instead pointed the camera at her on the bed. Her breasts glistened with the sweat from their recent activity and her breasts and nipples were multiple shades pinker than what they started as, but he began taking pictures.

Jon began to enjoy the act of taking the pictures until he remembered what they were for, then he felt the pit drop to the bottom of his stomach. During the photoshoot he also noticed out the window that at some point during him discovering his neighbor watching Michelle playing with herself and now, Charlie had returned to the window and now made no attempt at hiding.

Jon thought to himself that he couldn't really blame the guy for thinking it was fine since he, himself had left the window wide open even after knowing that Charlie had just scampered off from watching. Jon looked at him and Charlie returned the look but made no effort to hide the fact that he was once again jerking off to the sight of Michelle on the bed without any clothing or modesty. He stopped taking pictures long enough to walk to the window stare at Charlie with as much venom as possible, then slid the curtains closed.

Michelle for her part felt herself get horny all over again and the heat between her legs began to build. She posed in multiple ways and tried to make sure that his pictures showed all of her. She faced it head on then turned in a sexy sideways pose then bent over from the back so her soft moist pussy lips pushed out the back and finally she laid on the bed with her legs spread wide. She could see that Jon tried to raise the camera and hide her modesty, but she corrected his aim. "Now for the video. You stay there and just record." She told him while he stood between her legs. She then slid her hand between them and easily dipped into her own cunt. He saw his cum and her juices dribbling out of her pussy and suddenly wanted to lick her clean.

"Sir, I want you between my legs. Jon's little dick could never measure up to what you could give me. Please treat me like the whore I am and tell all your friends they can play with your new toy as well." Jon kneeled between her legs and began bringing the camera closer until she suddenly snapped her legs closed and sat up abruptly.

She took her phone back and sat on the edge of the bed with Jon kneeling on the floor next to her soft, smooth legs like a begging dog at the table. She looked down at him and felt sad for him for a moment as she sent the pictures and video to this new authoritative man. He heard the distinct whoosh of the pictures being sent and as the sound faded, he noticed that Michelle moved the thigh nearest to him.

"Clean me up honey, I don't know when you'll have a chance again. I worry that what happens next will make you not want to be near me any longer." She told him as she raised her leg and moved it over him and laid it back on the bed on the other side of Jon. She slid closer to the edge and reached out grabbing his head and pulling it into her red pussy filled with cum. Jon looked at it momentarily as he tried to gauge if he wanted to do this or not. He never thought he would want to but as she forced his head down, he realized that he would do anything he was told. She saw the weakness in him, and she sought to exploit it.

Licking around her pussy, from the bottom to the top he could taste the saltiness of his cum and the sweet tang of her own juices as they filled his mouth. He didn't know what else to do with the fluid as it filled his mouth and decided to swallow it. He explored as deeply as he could with his tongue then with his fingers and finally finished with his tongue before withdrawing from her and kneeling back on his haunches. Michelle then stood up and walked out of their bedroom door without bothering to put on any clothes. Jon was left alone with an erection that he couldn't help but run his hand over.

The front door suddenly rang, and Jon sat on his heels and thought that he would just let the door go unanswered. Instead he heard the doors squeaky hinges announcing the doors opening. This sound brought him back to reality and he nearly jumped to his feet and raced out of the bedroom and realized that when he got to the door Michelle was already in a leisurely conversation with someone at the door. He was relieved to see that she hadn't answered the door nude but instead had found and put on her small yellow nightgown made of a soft shimmery silk.

The loose spaghetti straps that held it to her frame were so thin that he felt any pressure at all would cause them to tear and the garment to fall and pool at her feet. He was conflicted at which he wished would happen; that she would maintain her silk article or that it would fall.

He knew that whoever it was at the door would easily be able to look down the top of her small outfit and see her tits if she were to bend over for anything or else they would just as easily see how excited she had become by her nipples poking through the material as if those mounds of pleasure were screaming for whomever it was to pay attention to her and play with them. From his angle he couldn't see who was at the door, but the voice was familiar but seemed quiet and he couldn't be sure. Jon moved for a better vantage and heard how casual Michelle was carrying on the conversation and seemed to lack any awareness as to how exposed she was.

While he moved nearer the door, he tucked his still hard dick back into his pants with great effort before he gripped the door jam and opened it up further which revealed that it was Charlie from next door in a pair of running shorts. Charlie looked at him with surprise and seemed not very excited to have been interrupted from his conversation with Michelle. Michelle however seemed unfazed and crossed her arms under her chest and looked at Jon in a way that asked, 'What do you have to add to our talk?'

Jon and Charlie always had a fairly good relationship and had even shared beers on occasion. Never did he think to share something as intimate about either Michelle or his life as what he had recently seen through their bedroom window.

Their neighbor was in his late 50's but kept himself fit and maintained great muscle definition. He was now standing at the door and the only thing he wore was the running shorts that showcased the outline of his cock. His hairy chest sported salt and pepper hair and it continued into the waistband of his very small shorts. Jon's gaze seemed to roam over Charlies body and when he looked up from the clear outline in Charlies shorts, he was met with the gaze of Charlie smiling broadly.

"You know I wore this outfit hoping to catch Michelle looking, but didn't expect to have to worry about you." Jon heard him say but he was lost in himself and Charlies voice sounded far away. Michelle then laughed next to Jon and he watched as Michelle bent down at crotch level and looked directly at Charlies crotch.

"Is this what you wanted me to do?" She asked with all earnestness before slowly standing up. As she stood, she caught sight of Charlies eyes and then looked at her chest and saw the gap in her top. "Thought you would have seen enough through the window you naughty old pervert." She told him and put her hand to her chest which stopped his view down her top.

Once standing she released her hand back to her side and laughed loudly. Jon loved the smile she made with her genuine laughter and felt himself melt inside. "Well alright Charlie, I appreciate you coming by to make sure I was ok, but we have to get going now. We'll talk again soon though. Don't be a stranger." She told him then began to close the door.