Thank you for coming for a read. This is the longest story I have written thus far and I thought about splitting it up into two parts but eventually chose not to. If you haven't read the previous two chapters prior to this I invite you to do so though it isn't strictly needed. There is cucking, bondage and non consent as well as mild mindbreak or attitude change.
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Jon woke up on the couch six hours later and still tasted the cum and pussy juices that Michelle had fed him the night before. Beside the taste in his mouth the rest of the night felt like a dream. As he licked his lips and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he found that his cock began to wake up along with himself. He reached down to shift his cock to the side and beg for it to obey him. As the dried cum on his lips was newly moistened by his lick, he began to rub his cock through his underwear that seemed to be the only thing he was wearing. He closed his eyes and reached into his pants and remembered the night before.
He remembered seeing Michelle up on stage and how she was led like a dog and fucked by an old fat bald man that said he worked with her. He recalled her being put in a box with the other two ladies that performed that night and how after the night ended she came home and fed her leaking cunt into his mouth where he struggled to swallow all of the cum that poured out of her.
He abused himself hard because he knew it was his fault that all of this was happening, but he also loved what he was seeing, even though he knew that he shouldn't. Jon felt his orgasm rapidly approach moments after starting and quickly looked around for something to catch his load.
He desperately looked around the living room and only saw his underwear he still wore and a stray sock that lay haphazardly on the floor six feet away from the couch. Jon reached out fruitlessly and rolled over the edge of the couch, and as he did, he felt his body betray him, as he was in the midst of falling to the floor his cock erupted and shot with force into the rug that covered the entire room. Jon briefly laid in a pool of his own cum. It stained his boxer briefs and he felt the warm wetness of is new cum pool. "JON! Was that you? Are you alright?" Michelle yelled to him from somewhere outside the house.
Jon rattled the guilt and the cobwebs from his head and stood up. As he walked toward the sound of her voice, he stepped directly into the wet spot that he was just lying in. Picking up his foot he looked at it like he didn't understand what just happened then he tried to hobble over to the sock he was going to use and he picked it up with the toes of the foot that was wet with his errant step. He then reached down and wiped it dry then tossed the sock on the cum stain in front of the couch. He figured that he could easily pass it off as a spot of cum from last night. Who would know anyway?
"Jon! I'm out back!" She yelled to him in the house. He made his way to the door to the back yard and as he slid the door open, he stopped in his tracks. Michelle was on the back patio in just a pair of bikini-cut white panties with see through panels and a lace top that was also see through. She was lounging comfortably in the sun as her breasts were soaking in the day. Her nipples were erect, and he wanted to play with her delicious nubs but instead walked towards her with one of the dumbest expressions that she'd ever seen on him before.
"What are you doing out here Michelle?" Jon asked and held his hands up in a gesture that conveyed his confusion.
"I'm getting some sun. I figured I deserved to relax after last night's excursion. What's that all over your pants?" Michelle asked in return then sat up as Jon neared her. She reached a hand out and felt the slimy remains of his recent orgasm then brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted them. "Tastes like someone would rather play with himself than his wife. Now what will I do?" She asked as her fingers still lingered near her mouth.
Jon saw they were now shiny with her spit and his cum. He then watched stunned as she leaned forward and placed her face against his shorts and his flaccid cock. He felt her move her face around and heard a slurping sound as she sucked the cum from his shorts and Jon watched her try to suck out as much as she could.
She then pulled down his boxer briefs and placed his limp dick in her mouth and she cleaned any cum she could feel and taste. When she released him, his dick was still limp but no longer had any lingering cum on it. She then laid back on her lounger. Michelle then reached her hands behind her head and smiled a satisfied grin and closed her eyes.
Jon felt unable to process what she just did and felt like a horrible husband to not even get hard from her exhibitionism and her slutty attack of his cum soaked underwear. All that he could think of is her being naked in the backyard and their lecherous neighbor Charlie that had already shown intentions to peek on her. "What if Charlie saw you like this!?" He asked her.
"He already saw. He said I looked extremely faceable and that I was making him so hard that he could hammer nails with his cock. So, I told him to take a picture because it would last longer." She told him laughing but didn't open her eyes. "I may have done a little posing for him and he did bring out his camera and begin to take pictures. It was nice that he was so friendly and actually appreciated how I looked. You didn't even compliment me." She continued before he watched her lick her lips.
As Jon was going to ask more questions, he heard their doorbell ring and she told him to answer the door as her eyes stayed closed. He walked back through the house and made sure to avoid the cum stain that was still fresh and made a stop in their room before answering the door. In their room he grabbed a pair of running shorts and a T-shirt out of the second drawer in his dresser. He heard the doorbell ring two more times incessantly while he was getting clothes. When he dressed enough to feel comfortable to answer the door he walked back to the front door and opened it without bothering to see who it was.
"Why didn't you answer the door?" Michelle asked directly behind him. He looked away from the door as he was still opening it to see Michelle standing right behind him and in clear view of the door. His mouth fell open and his eyes grew big and momentarily forgot about the person at the door. He tried to close the door until a large meaty hand stopped its closure.
He looked back and saw a large bald black man in a tailored suit staring directly at Michelle's small frame and pale skin on full display. Her hand rested on her bare hip and her hip was popped outward with as much attitude as she was capable of providing while she was one piece of clothing from being naked.
"Excuse me sir. Mr. Gaston and Mr. Long is inviting Mrs. Peterson to their Lodges at this present time. Mr. Peterson you are to come as well. Please get dress in a single pair of clothes and get in the company car." The deep baritone voice of the man commanded attention and Michelle and Jon looked from him to each other and then walked away from the door and the man walked into their home. They ignored him and walked into their room and didn't realize that he was following them into their room.
They realized he was there when they tried to close the door for privacy and he once again stopped the door. "I was told to ensure that you were quick and efficient and didn't bother with unnecessary items. Sir, you are dressed well enough for the trip. You will receive additional clothing on-site. You will go wait in the black SUV in your driveway and I will accompany Mrs. Peterson shortly."
Once again Jon didn't argue with him but looked at Michelle sheepishly and squeezed by the mountain of a man standing in his doorway. When he was past the man he looked back and saw him close the door to his bedroom. Jon was suddenly worried, but something kept him moving out his front door and into the man's SUV that he was directed to.
In the room Michelle looked through her drawers with her back to the man. She didn't hear his zipper come down, nor did she see him reach inside and pull out his cock from the dark pants he wore. Only when she turned to ask him, what it was she should wear, was she aware that any of this even happened. Michelle faced him with her body still warm from the sun in the back and her body still aglow with the light perspiration that the heat had caused on her. She opened her mouth to speak even though she didn't know what to say to the man. Her mouth hung open like a fly trap and the large man walked confidently to her then guided her to her knees in front of him.
She watched him reach into his pocket and heard metal clang against itself and when he pulled out his hand, he held a pair of handcuffs. "Mr. Long gave me explicit instructions to ensure that you knew your place. Clearly, he knows the kind of man your husband is and he's pretty sure that you are as big of a slut as you acted in the club. What's to come after the car ride will be worse so I need to be sure that you are strong enough." He told her as he held the cuffs near her face.
"I'm plenty strong. I've seen that fat lecherous bastard ogle me for years and never did I give him a second thought and certainly never thought he would get to fuck me, but I guess Jon really fucked the bed and I'm left paying the price. I do gotta say though that his cock wasn't that bad. It's nothing compared to this though." She reached out and held his long cock in her hands. Her small hands wrapped around the shaft and it looked like a midget holding a Yeti water bottle.