Disaster by demander

“I’m not worried about fair. I’m a girl and I just wanna have fun.” She giggled.

Paul smiled. But he was, in the recesses of his mind, worried about how this might all end. Only days ago, Mary had fucked two guys. It was obvious that the experience had changed her, turned her into something other than the wife and mother she had been. He wondered how long he could….keep her satisfied. Well, he thought, I can only try.

Paul said, “Mary, are you going to be true to me, and our family?”

“You know the old song. ‘If you want a do right all days woman, you gotta be a do right all nights man.'” She smiled a wicked smile. “You sure made a good start, stud.”

She got up and went onto the kitchen for wine. Shaking her ass. Paul thought that she was a different woman. He loved the old Mary. But he was fully in lust with this slut version. Just hafta ride it out and see what comes. And comes. He said to himself that he was still angry about the infidelity. But…he lied.

That night they went to bed, and Mary sucked Paul off and swallowed it all. There wasn’t all that much. Then she sat on his face, and had her own fun. They did sleep, eventually.

The next morning Mary was in a great mood as she and Paul got the kids fed and ready for playschool. Paul dropped them off, and Mary went to work. Paul was moving through his day in a mild daze. His life had changed so much. He wasn’t sure if he liked it. But whenever he thought about Mary, his cock got hard. Several of the women in his office noticed. One, Heather Childs, sidled up to him as he was returning from the coffee machine. She was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties, well built, and lively. She was between husbands. (But whose?)

“You’re in a real state, Paul. Maybe you need some relief. Now.”

“Oh, Heather. Thanks for the thought. I….couldn’t now. But, I’ll say this. My relationship with Mary is in flux. And, depending, you know, I may be open to all kinds of new things.”

“Paul, if you keep running around the office with an erection, all the women will be distracted and not get anything done. So….well, just a word.”

Paul smiled. And Heather reached out and ran her finger right up the outline of his cock. Then she walked away. Paul visited the men’s room. When he came out a few minutes later, Heather glanced at him from her desk, which she thought of as guarding the men’s room.

“Oh, Paul. I’m insulted.” But she was laughing. Two other women also laughed. But Paul made it home without further resort to the men’s room. He cooked burgers and made a salad while Mary played with the kids. Rolling on the floor, laughing with them. Like her old self. They ate, read bedtime stories, and turned out the lights in the room.

Paul went to the kitchen and cleaned up. Mary waited until he had finished, then she dragged him to bed.               She was just as aggressive as the night before. She jumped him, got him hard and rode him hard. She loved her control over him. He had no resistance when she wanted him. He always got hard. Hard dick on demand. No wife could ask for more. Right?

Paul was not completely at her mercy. Only when she wanted sex. Several days went by with no let up from Mary. Paul was a young man — twenty-eight. He was fit, and had stamina. After two weeks he was worn down. But, somehow, it didn’t keep him from getting an erection when Mary wanted him. Both of them suspected — but didn’t say outright — that Paul was getting off on being dominated by Mary in bed. Mary noticed his responses would pick up when she made curt demands of him, ordered him around. Paul also noticed this. But they didn’t speak of it.

Two weeks along, Paul said to Mary, after the kids were in bed, “I need a day off. I’m worn out. I know you can get me if you try. But, I’m asking for some mercy tonight.”

Mary smiled at him. She was sitting on the couch in one of her t-shirts and nothing else. “Okay. You can just eat me until I come.” She spread her legs invitingly, and pointed to her crotch. Paul went to his knees and started licking her. He had developed a good technique, and knew how to get her off. So he did. She had a nice orgasm.

“I want a little more, tonight, in lieu of cock.” She turned around and displayed her anus.

Paul was so aroused by being told to do this. She said, “If you do a good job, I’ll see about letting you have it tomorrow. What you always wanted.”

Mary rubbed herself as Paul licked her asshole. She was so excited. She came twice, hard, before she arose. “Thanks, babe. That was wonderful.” She smiled down at him. His cock was hard. But she turned and went to bed. He followed along.

The next night, true to her word, Mary got out the lube, and wriggled her ass at Paul. Of course, he was excited. He lubed up and she lubed up. She assumed the position and he started pushing at her. Slowly he got inside, and started pumping. Mary found that she loved it. Not what she would have thought. But she had decided that Paul’s regular size made him perfect to break her in anally. Maybe later, if things didn’t work out with Paul, she could have bigger guys that way. She had a nice orgasm from the ass-fucking, and Paul loved it. He pulled out and they washed up. She snuggled with him and he fell asleep. Mary recalled her thoughts about the anal sex. She realized that she was planning to do it with other guys. Maybe. She was ashamed of herself. Paul was giving her all she needed sexually. And she was really excited by her ability to control him. But….even so, she seemed to be headed for trouble. Why? She had never been a slut. She fell asleep.

Paul and Mary had several months of fine sex. Paul almost forgot about the night of infidelity. Almost. Mary never forgot. Ronnie would call and ask her if she was ready. If her husband would let her come to him. She always said, “Not yet.”

Mary and Paul went to his company get together at a hotel. Dinner and dancing. They both dressed up. Mary looked great. Paul did as well.

After dinner, the dancing started. Mary attracted several men, who asked her to dance. She was not attracted to them, but agreed. She wanted to help Paul out with his work.

Paul was also busy dancing. Heather plucked him from the table for two dances, and then Susan from accounting, and Betty, her boss. All three danced close to him, and made no effort to hide that. When Paul finally got back to the table, Mary was impressed. She could see that Paul would easily be able to have sex with all three women. (Maybe all at once.) But he was their boss. That would maybe be a problem.

On the ride home, Mary stroked his cock. “Those women all wanted you bad, baby. I’m surprised you haven’t taken advantage. Especially Heather.”

“I’m taken, Mary. I get taken every night.”

She laughed. “You love it. But….maybe you’d like to be the one doing the taking. You could take any of those three.”

“What are you suggesting, Mary?” Mary was still stroking him. He pulled the car into the garage. He paid the sitter, who walked home. Then Mary took Paul. Again.

After, both sated, Mary said, “Paul, all this sex is great. But….maybe…I mean, I saw how attracted you were to those women.”

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