Office Sluts 22 - Using The Hotwife

“Up.” Amber’s command was brisk, curt. I winced in sympathy as she tugged on the fistful of Jamie’s hair that she held. Jamie jumped up onto the bed like a well-trained animal, and my cock throbbed at the comparison. They had trained her alright. They had trained both her and me, Amber and Royce using our desire for them to bring us quite literally to our knees. Royce wasn’t even here, but Jamie had grown so used to obedience that she never so much as questioned Amber’s authority. Neither did I. My boss’s wife was about to fuck my wife right in front of me, and we all knew it. And we all wanted it.

“Down.” Amber stood at the foot of the bed, pointing at the mattress. Jamie turned, and lay down, her bright blue eyes shining as she gazed at her mistress. Her thin heels caught in the doubtlessly expensive sheets on the bed, but Amber didn’t seem to mind. As Jamie lay back, preparing herself for what we all knew was coming, Amber turned and strode across the room. From my vantage point in the corner, I watched her cross over to the huge dresser that occupied one wall, beneath a flawless mirror. Even like this, in full demanding dominatrix mode, Amber was irresistibly lovely. The black latex hot pants she wore shone as they clung to the curves of her gorgeous ass, her round buttocks enhanced by the tall heels of her boots. Her black corset was tightly laced behind her, giving her figure, already a natural hourglass shape, an almost supernatural erotic appeal. Between her and my submissive wife, splayed out on the bed in her red lingerie with her dripping pussy on display, I didn’t know where to look. My eyes roamed from one beauty to another, feasting on the incredible bodies of the two most beautiful women in the world. To say nothing of Melissa, standing an arm’s length away from me in her little black bandage dress and watching events unfold. It was no wonder my cock throbbed and raged in the empty air, my balls boiling with pent-up cum that Melissa had not allowed to be released.

When Amber turned back towards the bed, I let out a low moan that all but disappeared into the damp wad of Melissa’s panties. I’d seen this before. The long pale rod of the strap-on dildo that rose from between Amber’s legs was familiar to me. And from the look of delight on Jamie’s face, I knew my wife remembered it too. It was Royce. A flawless copy of her husband’s conquering cock that Amber had had made for times like this, when he was away on business. Though I couldn’t imagine, when she had it made, that even Amber’s wild imagination had pictured exactly this use for it. She stroked the silicon shaft with her hand as she stepped back towards the bed, strutting slowly in her tall boots while her new cock swayed from side to side. She was taking her time, stalking up to the bed like a lioness on the hunt, and Jamie was her delicious prey...