Training A Wife, Enslaving A Husband (The Latex Queen Book 6)
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Training A Wife, Enslaving A Husband (The Latex Queen Book 6)
It's finally happened. Dressed up in sexy latex, Jess and Michelle have Jess's husband Jay at their mercy. And Michelle plans to use this opportunity to teach her friend the joys of a submissive husband.
It's going to be a long night. But before it's over, every one of them will experience new thrills, new pleasures, and new depths of forbidden eroticism.
'The metal step vibrated as Michelle climbed up onto the bench. The sturdy frame easily supported the three of them as Michelle straddled his hips. He felt her maneuver the cock sheath into place, and heard an arousing moan from her, too, as she slid onto the plastic toy. Trapped inside, his own flesh and blood member felt nothing besides the rocking motion as Michelle slowly fucked him. Just as she had promised, it was enough to keep him aroused but nowhere near enough to get him off. For the millionth time, he cursed Michelle’s twisted sexual imagination while the moans of two beautiful women filled his ears. The bench rocked beneath them as Jess and Michelle rose and fell, impaling themselves more urgently now on the large dildos attached to his body. In an agony of helpless arousal, Jay thrashed angrily as the women’s writhing bodies pinned him to the bench. How many years had he dreamed of a threeway? Now he had one, and these wicked women had done everything in their considerable power to make sure that he would enjoy it as little as possible. Jess was the first to cum. Imprisoned beneath her shaking thighs, Jay could watch the swollen lips of her pussy tremble, the black cock shining under a slick coating of her juices. He watched her sink down on top of him with a cry, the soft skin of her ass smothering his face. She seemed to forget he was even there as she smothered him with her buttocks, trying to get the dildo as deep as it would possibly go while she cried and wailed. A flood of her cum ran like water from her pussy, soaking Jay’s cheeks and chin and seeping around the gag to fill his mouth with the taste of her. His unfeeling cock leaped uselessly inside the sheath as he urgently swallowed Jess’s juices as fast as he could while she moaned and thrashed, her hips grinding against his trapped face. With a shudder and a sigh, her orgasm visibly rippling through her, Jess leaned forward, raising her ass from her husband’s face. He sucked in air through his nostrils, filling his lungs as he felt the cool air of the basement on his wet face. Michelle moaned. Perhaps watching Jess fuck her bound husband’s face so wantonly had sent her, too, over the edge, but beyond the heavenly image of his wife’s bare round ass, he could hear her friend shrieking as she came. He felt her weight crash repeatedly into his hips as she rode his sheathed cock. Jay could imagine her greedy pussy clamping down on the false phallus, even if he couldn’t feel it, and his imprisoned cock spasmed sadly. Michelle froze, her body locking up as her pleasure overwhelmed her, and Jay could feel her legs trembling against his sides as she moaned in blissful abandon. Panting, she rose, the metal step ringing under her heels as she stepped down and leaned against the bench while she recovered her breath. “Fuck,†she panted, “this is so hot.†Jess chuckled in agreement, and Jay’s blood boiled as he felt her warm breath on his stomach. She was lying hunched on top of him, the slick cock still partially inside her spread pussy filling his vision, the tight red dress hiked up around her hips. Jay lay impatiently beneath her as she used him like a pillow, steeling himself for the next humiliation. He didn’t have to wait long. “Ok,†Michelle said as she straightened up. Her breathing had recovered somewhat, though her cheeks were flushed pink in a telltale sign of her recent orgasm. Jay listened to her spiked boots clicking across the hard floor to the metal shelves that hulked in the far corner. Storage boxes, he knew from experience, hid the tools of her sadistic pleasure. What would be next?'
