Andrea: “Welcome, I’m glad you could make it here. My name is Andrea, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

The woman standing before you is dressed sharply, just like your typical professor at any campus. A pair of glasses adorn her nose bridge, protecting a pair of chocolate pupils, and several specks are present on her face like freckles - giving her a younger appearance, despite her mature age.

She moves to shake your hand; her touch grazes your fingers with a silky sensation provided by her long, neat colored nails painted in a shade of red.

“So, how are you doing today?”

Mary: “I’m doing fine, thank you Andrea. I’m Mary,” she says while moving to take a seat before your desk. You quickly follow, closing the door behind you and taking a look at her back - hidden behind a long raven-black braid, her curves travel across the entire length of her behind, plunging downward as they wash over her plump derrire.

Andrea: “I’m glad to hear that - I guess it’s hard to find the time when you’re constantly looking after all your students. I read you care a lot about their education.”

Mary looks at you when your bottom hits your armchair, a confident, yet gentle and reassuring smile is displayed on your brow.

Mary: “I guess so. I’ve always been attentive to give my students clear view on their scope in their path towards graduation. If they want to work for that, I’ll give them all the help they require, which in turn… Well, let’s just say I am not really at home very much.”

You nod as you listen, writing down notes about the way she thinks, forming thoughts and opinions, as well as and the relationship with her family. Your left hand is moved to twist and curl a flock of your hair absentmindedly.

Andrea: “I understand. So, Mary, would you like to tell me why you’ve chosen to come here? I read your file, but I’d really like to hear it from you, if you don’t mind - of course.”

The professor curls her lips slightly, narrowing her eyes as if entering a pensive state of mind. She really seem to wait and prefer to think before saying anything, which slows down the conversation - allegedly, though, you still have a lot of time to spend talking with her. As you always believed: it’s important to give your clients all the time they need to express themselves as best as they can.

Mary: “Alright then. Would you like the short version or the longer one?”

Keeping your scoffing at bay proves almost too difficult, but you still manage anyway. You nod at her, muttering: “Whatever you believe could make me understand your situation better.”

Mary’s raven black braid is moved from one side to the other by her left hand - the sliding locks now resting between the curvaceous valley of her bosom.

“Long it is then,” she mutters, sighing deeply and taking a moment to organize her thoughts - it’s clear she is really concerned. After a little while, she leans closer; her eyes shifting from one side of the room to the other, as if expecting someone to come out and catch her whilst confessing.

“My husband. He’s… Well, let’s say we don’t get close as much as we used to,” she mutters beneath a shuddered breath, but your gentle and interested expression compells her to keep going, “he’s usually watching a lot of porn. He doesn’t know I am aware of that, and I’ve let it stay like that for a while. Still, a woman has her needs, right? It’s just tearing me apart, he’s gets off to other women while he thinks I’m not watching.”

Mary gasps lightly, a warm tear trailing downwards along her cheek. “Does this mean I’m not attractive enough?”

You frown, reaching out to hold her hand; offering her a tissue, you allow her to regain composture and as she is still recovering, it’s your turn to speak.

Andrea: “I’m sorry to hear that. There are many women with the same issue, and several men have come to me in the past with similar problems. It does not mean you are not attractive, Mary - people are different, some may just grow “bored” of their partner and feel trapped in their relationship, especially after many years spent together.”

Mary stares at you, nodding at the first sentence and perking an eyebrow when you mention the “boredom” factor.

Mary: “So, you’re saying he is just bored with me? I’ve tried to do some… New stuff. He just doesn’t seem to be interested.”

A coat of red paints Mary’s cheeks as soon as she mentions this. There’s a slight change in your body, and once again you’re faced with two choices.

Her husband seems to be quite focused on other women, and from what she’s saying, Mary does indeed need to bring things up a notch if she wishes to save her marriage.

Andrea: “An healthy relationship between husband and wife should include sex, but you know that already. I believe that if your husband isn’t willing to try out new things with you, maybe we should push him in the right direction.”

Mary seems puzzled by your answer, but allows you to keep going - you’re quite sure that this is the right way to approach her with what you have in mind.

“If she looks at lots of porn content including other women, maybe you could try to introduce him to another partner.”

Her head jolts back, an expression of surprise and disgust forms on her face almost immediately. You’re still holding your ground though, watching her very carefully.

Mary: “What? I can’t believe you just said something like that. There is no way I’m going to let my husband do… Things… With another woman. Is that clear?”

Your stern gaze makes her shift in the chair on which she’s sitting; she looks uncomfortable right now - you’ve got to press this whilst she’s still “vulnerable”.

Andrea: “Do you love your husband?”

Mary: “Of course I do, what kind of question is that?”

Andrea: “Then, if you really love him thoroughly, wouldn’t you do anything to keep him with you?”

Your client winces and tries to stutter an answer, but she falls silent. You let her recover for the time being, instead writing down her reaction and how the first introduction to this idea has worked on her.

After a while, she finally manages to calm down and answer your question - her tone is very low and sheepish; it must be really hard for her to even consider something of the like, especially from her own sex therapist.

Mary: “I guess… That doesn’t mean I’m okay with that, though.”

Andrea: “Listen, this is not as bad as you’re thinking. There have been proper studies about this method, which I am about to explain - it just works and there are even various companies that offer this kind of… Services.”

Mary: “What kind of services are you talking about?”

You put down your pen and lift your eyes to take a good look at her. You know what you’re trying to say, but she doesn’t seem willing to accept it herself.

Andrea: “Escort services. Your husband could gain back the passion for you if he’s allowed to indulge into his needs. It’s quite simple, really. You even are going to play a key role in this, as he is your husband. We are trying to bring his desire for you back. To do that, we need another person.”

Mary doesn’t react at first; she looks defeated, looking at the ground while a flock of her hair is covering her face. Silently, you place your hand atop hers.

Mary: “I’m just not sure this is the right idea. I just don’t get how another woman would make my husband love me back again.”

Andrea: “I’ll be that woman.”

Somehow, the entire office has grown colder all of a sudden. You don’t even realize you just said that, until you see Mary’s eyes staring at you with a glare. You quickly pull your hand back, shaking your head hastily.

“It’s not what you think, I’m sorry. I know this sounds weird and very unprofessional, but I cannot think of a better candidate. Sure, you could go and hire some random escort from a website, but that would cost you a lot of money, and you would have to explain all of this stuff to them. It doesn’t seem optimal, does it?”

Mary: “Maybe, but how this does make you the “optimal” candidate for this stupid plan, uh?”

Her tone has grown from meek to quite annoyed - it’s clear she’s getting pissed, and you know that your next words must come out very slowly and detailed. Your heart is racing and even you, yourself, are not even sure about this.

Andrea: “Because I know what to do. I might not be as experienced as one of them, but I have a pretty good idea on how to make this work. Plus, since this is very unconventional, I’ll even cut in half the payment required for my session - just to let you know I really care about my clients and their needs.”

With a loud huff, Mary brings her hand to cover her face. It’s a hard decision, no doubt about that. What did you get yourself into this time?

Mary: “If I agree, do you promise this is going to make my husband love me again?”

To make your point even clearer, you stand up and look straight down at her. You offer her a sharp nod.

Andrea: “He still loves you. I’m just going to make him remember that, I promise.”

The cold gusts of fresh air flowing around your legs at this late hour make your whole body shiver. You don’t even know why or how you managed to get in this situation, but now there is really no coming back. Mary and you have been talking for an entire week, planning and deciding the right moment for this whole thing to happen right here.

Well, here would be the back of her yard. You’re supposed to wait for her signal, and in your mind this is rapidly starting to look crazier and crazier. When you told Mary you would’ve helped her marriage, did not think that she would have taken this so seriously.

You did offer your help though, so that’s the main reason why you’re freezing your ass off in her garden. This is really incredible and stupid; your colleagues would split their lungs laughing if they knew what you are meant to do tonight.

You’re hopping on a spot and try your best to remain calm and warm yourself up, but it is not easy when wearing nothing but a plain shirt and just a pair of panties. You had to drop your clothes away so that Mary could collect them once you’re done. The plan in reality is pretty simple - when the couple is about to go to bed, Mary will let you inside and allow you to do your thing with her husband.

The lights are going to be off, so there is no risk of him knowing it’s not her wife. Luckily you both have similar bodies, so this might actually go well. Nonetheless, you are still freezing and begging for Mary’s silhouette to appear from one of the windows. You’ve been staring at them for the past half hour - if you knew you had to wait so much, you’d have brought a blanket.

It’s still unclear to you why Mary seemed to invested in letting you in the same bed with her husband, but something’s telling you that by the way she reacted so defensively the very first time you proposed something of the like to her, this might be one of her hidden fetishes. Looks like her husband isn’t the only one that has been craving for some spice in their sex life.

Eventually, just as you were about to freeze your ass off, there the sight of Mary’s shadow fills your eyes with hope, and the prospect of what’s going to happen very soon. Sighing, you meekly approach the outer wall of the house with sneaky steps, making sure not to make any loud noise.

Mary doesn’t even seem to look at you, instead letting you inside the house without saying a word. She knows that you’re there to sleep with her husband, and nothing that you might say is going to change her opinion on this. Sure, she might have agreed with you and set up this whole thing, but you know that doesn’t mean she’s willing to let you know that she’s probably getting off on this.

She guides you through her house - it looks pretty nice and well kept. She’s not at home much, as she told you, but it certainly looks like her husband takes good care of their living space. Your gaze falls on various pictures set on a clean shelf depicting the two of them in various places across the world.

You never really had anything of the like - not with a lover anyway. Finally you approach the door that leads to their bedroom; the creaking of the smooth wooden floor beneath your feet makes you twich. Before entering, you take a last look at Mary. She seems excited for this, as you are.

When inside the room, everything is pitch black. You know that Mary’s husband is going to think you are their wife for the whole ordeal, so you must be careful not to say anything for the whole thing. Nevertheless, you take a long breath and start walking towards the bed.

There’s only a single ray of pale light that’s lightening up a single portion of the bed sheets. They look expensive and, when you manage to find your way through the bedroom and let your hand reach out for them, they certainly feel very soft. They’re almost velvety.

Letting your fingers dance across the sheets, your gaze is then averted to stare at the dark figure resting there. If they’re not sleeping, at the very least they’ll be quite drowsy. It’s perfect, and they are not aware of what’s coming.

Your legs move to hop on the bed, letting your cold toes wrap themselves inside the soft and slightly warm folds of the sheets. Your breathing is getting heavier, this is actually happening. With one hand you support your weight, and with the other you slowly reach out to place your cold palm right above his crotch.

You cannot feel much going on there, but it’s certainly average. Hoping that he won’t reject you and turn on the light, you slowly start to move your hand up and down - the length of his manhood slowly starts to stiffen up.

“Hrm… Mary? What are you doing?”

You were about to answer him; luckily you bite down on your tongue, making you wince and shed a slight tear for the pain. You might look like Mary in the darkness, but certainly your voice doesn’t resemble hers.

“Shhhh…”, you start to repeat to him, trying your best to give him the best cock rub you have ever attempted before. “Shhh…”

In complete silence, you’ve been rubbing the growing boner of a client’s husband whilst dressed up as her. What were you thinking when you came up with this idea anyway? There are countless things that could go wrong, and still you’re getting quite excited.

As your nether regions have begun to grow moist, thus you become bolder with your touch. You feel him up pretty nicely - the sheets are thin enough for that. You hear him groan and shift, trying to pull away. You know he’s not interested in Mary at the moment, but you are not her, and sure enough you’re going to make him crave her touch eventually.

Without wasting time, you cautiously move closer to him - your breath is heavy, you don’t seem able to get enough air in your lungs for you to be satisfied. With some effort, you manage to pull away the sheets covering his body, and quickly bring your legs to straddle him completely.

He’s watching you, unsure what’s going on with his wife, or why he is allowing this to happen. Still, the two of you cannot negate the fact that he’s getting hard; quite fast in fact. Your pussy, only protected by your panties, is now grinding directly above his cock.

The trickling moisture that’s already smearing unto the phallus is also giving him the confirmation of your arousal. Your hips buckle, and you start picking up the pace; the tempo with which you’re smothering that dick against your soaked panties seems to make him quite interested now.

There’s no doubt you’ll have to tell Mary how to do all this stuff in the future, if she wants to keep the charade going. In the mean time, it’s only you and him. It doesn’t take long for him to start grunting and let out some slight moans; unceremoniously, he brings his hands to take a hold of your waist.

Letting him guide you with his touch, the riding keeps going for a little while. It’s absurd - though average in length, you did not notice the girth that this man possesses. It’s fairly bigger than most of the partners you had sex with in the past: this might turn out to be a problem.

Lost in thought, you weren’t aware of him trying to pull you closer for a kiss. The warm contact with his lips wakens you faster than an electronic alarm; your eyes peeled open and staring straight at a face of which you only know the general outlines.

You’re incapable of moving, so he takes action instead. By digging down with his fingers on your pert bottom, the husband successfully moves you, allowing him to change position and set himself between your legs. In that missionary, you’re completely vulnerable - you cannot say anything, or you’ll run the risk of ruining Mary’s marriage forever.

Your breathing quickens, and his soothing voice already starts to whisper you things that’d make a prostitute blush in embarassment. You try haplessly to keep your panties on, but as he pulls them down, you can’t really manage to overpower him.

If all he needed was some kind of teasing, you’d think Mary was more than capable of doing this by her own. Maybe that’s what she wanted - she truly wished for another woman to have sex with her husband, but was too afraid to ask another.

Instead, you managed to offer yourself for that role - now you understand why she looked so excited when she led you to her bedroom. Still, he doesn’t know you are not Mary, and it’ll be a huge problem if you don’t play the role perfectly.

A whimper escapes your parted lips when the kiss of his cock’s head over the entrance of your pussy forces your legs to wrap themselves around his waist. Your hands are covering your face - you’re about to fuck another woman’s husband and you couldn’t be more wet.

Your whole body shivers and is taken by a quake as the tip penetrates you with some struggle. Even though you haven’t seen it, or touched it directly, by having only his cock’s head inside of you, it’s easy to surmise that this is not going to be a easy fuck for the two of you.

That doesn’t seem to bother him as much as you, instead taking his time to push it deeper. Your eyes cannot stay still, forcefully moving behind your skull as your mouth parts; the feeling of pain and stretching overwhelms you, before being washed all down by a fresh coat of cock lust.

You cannot feel your legs any longer, but you are sure they’re squeezing down hard on his waist, prompting him to get deeper with each new inch. The whole length factor has been defenestrated, replaced only by the sheer thickness of his dick.

It throbs and pulses within your vaginal depths, and you can’t even remember if you took the pill beforehand. The thought makes you whimper and moan in despair and lust, but you’re quickly silenced by another scorching pair of lips. The scalding tongue of his presses against your teeth - they aren’t unable to keep it out; the slick organ slides inside your palate and begins to dance with your tongue.

One hand makes its way beneath the edge of your shirt, crawling upwards until it manages to grasp one of your breasts. Instinctively, you place your own over his arm, trying to push him away; your weak attempt just seems to encourage him with the very first thrust.

You cry out inside his mouth; your voice stopping midway in your throat, letting out only a suffocated noise, which is quickly followed by yet another moan as he begins to pick up the pace. He hasn’t even let you adjust to his girth, but that’s to be expected.

He thinks he’s fucking his wife, not a stranger that has never felt his cock before. You’re therefore forced to take one of the biggest cocks you ever had the “pleasure” to have in complete darkness, in another person’s house, pretending to be a wife and, most of all, almost for free.

Your toes splay and curl - the very noise of his balls slapping against the middle of your plump ass fills the room completely. You know Mary is listening to your cries and pleads, but she’s not going to save you. Do you need to be saved, though? This feels completely different than anything you have ever tried beforehand.

Your pussy seems to squeeze and accept every inch, and even though you’re already sore, this is starting to feel very good. Your whimpers are suddenly replaced with moans and gasps; uncannily, your poor pussy must have given up trying to resist the assault of thrusts and just accepted to be stretched.

During the pounding, your breasts are massaged and your nipples are rubbed very gently. The combination of those feelings, alongside the shame of being fucked by a husband, drives you over the edge quite easily. The slight spurts of your juices doesn’t seem to make him stop anyway, instead allowing him to get deeper and try for a faster fucking, helped by the added lubrication.

Your heart seems ready to pop out of your ribcage after the third orgasm hits you - luckily he’s allowing you to breathe, only kissing you every now and then instead of keeping your tongue hostage with his own like before. It’s currently hanging out of your mouth, you must look like a total slut right now, even though the black of the night is concealing your face.

Just as your pussy clenches down on him, taken by a final and desperate climax, you feel him getting harder and harder. You come to the realization of what’s happening too late, instead you’re taken back by the first spurt of boiling cum coating your inner walls.

You feel his balls tense against your ass cheeks as he pumps several shots of sticky, white ropes deep inside of you. You’re completely defeated, incapable of uttering any sound that’s not a gasp as he fills you up. You’re both staying still - you’re bound to let him finish, and when he pulls out, the distinct sensation of liquid flowing outside your pussy makes you aware he must’ve shot quite a lot of sperm inside.

He proceeds kissing your cheeks and lips for a little while, and eventually he falls asleep - your half pressed beneath his body, and you’re too afraid to move. Your gaze stares at the door, begging for Mary to come and rescue you. Luckily, she quietly opens the door after a couple of minutes have passed, making sure that her husband is sleeping.

Very gently, she frees you from him and you both make your way outside. On your way to their bathroom, you notice that a wet spot has grown in her pants, and she looks fairly flustered. You know this is not going to end here, although she looks quite happy that you were successful.

Making sure you’ll tell her everything on your next appointment, she lets you wash yourself in their bathroom and gives you your clothes back. In about half an hour, you’re ready to leave - and when the chilly air of the night makes contact with your face, just as you step outside the door of Mary’s house, still the soreness of your little escapade makes you blush violently.

• 3 “This has to be one of the worst ideas I had the pluck to agree on.”

Your mind is racing with uncertainty and doubt. Mary is sitting in front of you, waiting for your judgement on her clothes. You have both waited very patiently for the hour to arrive, and now only a few minutes are missing.

Andrea: “Also, I think you should have chosen another type of lip stick,” you comment lazily whilst gathering the rebellious flocks of hair inside your palm. Neatly, they are knotted in a firm pony tail which promptly falls upon your back as soon as you let the strands go.

Mary: “What does it matter? The lights are going to be dim anyway; he won’t notice this kind of thing anyway. I’m sure he certainly will notice something else though.”

It doesn’t surprise you in the least when Mary moves from the bed and starts to admire herself in the mirror. If there is something you have learned about her during these weeks, is that she is not afraid of boasting about her body figure - something tells you that this is due to her insecurities.

Andrea: “Yes, I am sure about that. Don’t forget though, we agreed on not saying my name out loud. Remember?”

You have been pretty worried about this little, but very important particular. The motel room in which Mary is going to meet her husband for an “important” conversation about their marriage is starting to feel smaller - the tension is about to fill you up with anxiety.

The sole thought of doing something like this for one of your clients is making your legs feel like wet noodles. Your cheeks are already feeling warmer as if being shone upon by Summer sunlight. Kind of inappropriate considering that it’s currently pouring outside.

Mary: “Do not worry about that. He does not even know that you are here - we will catch him unprepared,” she stops to apply a few adjustments to her make-up before resuming right after, “and if I know him, which I do, he will be too shy to hold back my, or better yet, ours offer.”

Your eyes roll in awkwardness, a scoff leaves your mouth. It is surprisingly weird how Mary has changed her perspective on this - by having you sleep with her husband, she might have just unlocked a new and possessive feeling about her own marriage.

She is not treating this as something out of the norm; on the contrary, she is acting and moving very confidently. You just cannot wrap your head about this odd development. You have already started taking mental notes that you’ll have to write down as soon as this is over.

Andrea: “Remember that I am doing this on the basis of helping you with your marriage. I’m going to add an extra fee for this kind of…”, you cannot bring yourself to even say it. You are literally going to have sex with a couple you did not even know existed prior to checking her file. Instead, now you are wearing exposing lingerie inside a rented motel room with a woman that’s crazier than you initially believe her to actually be.

Mary: “So, you are saying that you’d like to be paid for having sex with me and my husband? That’s kind of what prostitutes do, isn’t it?”

Mary flashes a malicious sneer at you, which in turn has your blood start boiling in your veins, as well has making your crotch itch and feel warmer. Your reaction makes her chuckle, but luckily she does not seem interested in pushing it too much.

Andrea: “L-look, this is not something I am used to, alright? Just because I had sex with your husband, which by the way, was not what we agreed upon, it does not mean that this is exactly what I had in mind when telling you I was interested in “helping” you with this.”

You are telling the truth, but Mary looks very skeptical - you try to push your point a couple of times more, but you eventually drop the ball flat. She has already decided this is what you wanted, and for some reason, you cannot blame her for that.

In reality, you did enjoy fucking her husband in their own bedroom, and the fact that he did not know it was you made it even more interesting altogether. Nonetheless, this is still making you feel really awkward.

Mary: “Anyway, you can say what you want, but this does not change the fact that you are sopping wet down there,” she motions her hand to point directly at your pussy. The piece of lingerie that she brought with her is much more showing than you’d like it to be; several little bows of black cloth are all gathered around your twitchy flower, which is only covered by a thin layer of see-through netting.

You jolt back with any possible remaining pride you can muster, but the single drop that has fallen through your fake panties has sealed what she said as a fact.

Andrea: “God damn it, Mary. Will you shut up about it? I -may- like it a little bit, but surely not as much as you do. Once again, do not forget that this is all for your marriage, and not for some weird kink of mine, do you understand?”

Mary: “Yeah, yeah. You should calm down or you’ll have a stroke. Regardless, prepare yourself,” her voice has turned very quiet all of a sudden - one of her hands moves to slightly draw aside the window’s curtains, “I just spotted his car on the parking lot. Go hide in the bathroom, will you?”

You could say that having quick feet is one of your perks, but you have never seen them moving so fast in your entire life. You are so agitated that your heart is forcing your naked breasts to bounce up and down - the cold air of the motel bathroom is not helping you either.

Both of your nipples feel as if they had been buried in ice for an hour. When you try to feel one up with a couple of fingers, your whole body shivers and you draw a sharp breath in. This is not going to be easy for you.

Andrea: “Fuck me, what have I gotten myself into this time?” You mutter quietly to yourself, leaning over the bathroom door while you hear Mary already opening the front one.

Mary: “There you are. Come inside… No, nothing happened, but we have to talk.”

You spent time listening. She is slowly trying to bring the conversation up to eventually allow you to make your entrance. His voice is quite deep, and by the sound of Mary’s voice, she sounds nervous as well.

“Why am I wearing a bathrobe? I’ll tell you in a moment, but I’d first like to ask you something.”

She begins to ask him about all the videos she has found in his computer. This could be very interesting and surely would have helped you with her case, if you weren’t half naked and trapped in a motel bathroom.

They start arguing for a while, but the muffled sound of kissing soon reaches you. This is your cue, and quietly you bring your hand upon the door’s handle. You are shivering, trembling in anticipation and doubt. There is no other way for you to get out of this situation without either ruining your career, or fucking with a married couple.

Holding your breath, your bring the handle down and open the door wide. The very first thing you notice is Mary’s arms wrapped around her husband’s neck. He quickly moves out of the way and stares at you with eyes wide open.

“Honey, don’t freak out, please. I know things haven’t been easy between us, so I thought we could try and solve them with this first step, together.”

You’re standing there with hands planted above your thighs. All you’re missing is a huge, giant bow wrapped around your head and you could pass perfectly as a present. Of course, Mary’s husband starts to question you both about this, but there is noticeably something growing pretty hastily in his pants.

Andrea: “I’m Jenny. Your wife told me you have some, er, problems with sex. She…” you are about to bite your tongue off, finding yourself unable to say it, but the glare that Mary shoots at you is very quick in melting the knot in your throat, “she hired me to make you feel good.”

Mary: “Exactly. Now, please honey, just sit down and let this happen. This is very important for the both of us, and it is not going to be easy for me, but I love you. I love you to the point that I am willing to break our marriage oaths in order to save our relationship.”

It does take some time for them to work this out, but you do not speak for quite a while. Figuring that it is better to not get yourself into matters that do not concern you in the least, you merely stay still on the same spot.

This gives you some time to take a good look at him. You did feel him back in their bedroom, but could not see anything except a shapeless man taking you raw. He’s wearing glasses, and his bears seems well kept - the suit that adorns his frame compliments well his build, even though not a very toned one.

He must be in his forties, much alike Mary herself. The sharp contrast between you and her is merely the things you are currently wearing. She is completely covered by a pink bathrobe, whereas you are completely exposed and wearing very expensive lingerie. Something you did not account for was all the money Mary has spent for this very meeting.

Eventually, they are able to settle the argument, with him admitting that he likes to jerk off on other women. The way he said it was filled with guilt, but Mary was quick on hugging him and beckoning you closer. The way she and him held hands as you walked towards them made your heart flutter a little bit; never have you seen such sweetness and mark of love between two people in front of such circumstances.

Mary guides her husband down to the edge of the bed, sitting right behind him with her knees pressing on his back. Both her hands move in order to unzip his pants - she buries one of them inside of his underwear and rests her fingers there for a little while; the motion she’s making allows you to see the growing boner being slowly teased and rubbed beneath the man’s suit.

Saying nothing, but breathing very sharply and erratically, you kneel in front of him - hands placed on either side of his knees and your head prompted by Mary’s spare hand to move closer. The way she’s holding your ponytail, with her fingers digging into your hair is proof of dominance over the whole scenario.

You are not there to do anything else but service her and her husband altogether. If only he knew the truth, he’d probably be more freaked out than before.

Mary: “Jenny, will you please suck my husband off?” Leaning closer, she opens her mouth and begins whispering something in his ear. Possibly anything useful in order to make him even harder.

In the mean time, your nose has been pressed pretty deeply against this man’s crotch, forcing you to take several whiffs of his masculine scent until this point. Your entire view is filled with this man’s genitals as Mary pulls her husband’s throbbing cock out, letting it slap against your nose and mouth.

You twitch and instinctively pull back, but her hand is forcing your head against his dick very forcefully. She begins dragging you up and down its length, making sure he feels the closeness of your lips against his shaft.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Having another woman suck you off while your wife watches. You are really a pervert, even though you are -my- pervert.”

This would have been very cute if it weren’t for Mary ordering you to open your mouth and take his dick in your throat. She doesn’t seem interested in letting you prepare with it, and for some miracle you are able not to suffocate right there. As you remember, he is not very hung, but the thickness that comes with his package is proving to be a whole new ordeal for you.

Your cheeks are puffing out by the sheer size of it, and your throat is already contracting up and down, trying somehow to gulp down something that cannot be swallowed. They are both watching down on you, with Mary smiling at the way his cock is making your lips pop out around his phallus, whilst he’s literally gasping and panting with each and every pumping motion that Mary dictates on you with her hand.

The various layers of saliva that have begun coating her husband’s dick have already allowed her to push your face deeper against him. You feel the scorching length pushing onto the entrance of your throat and eventually violate it with a couple of inches more.

Oddly you do not gag on this, but that’s not something you are proud of, considering this just makes you look more like a whore than anything. Truth be told, in this moment you kind of are.

Mary: “Yes, yes! Choke on that dick - do you feel it my love? Can you feel her mouth wrapping around you? Don’t you just want to fill her cheeks with your cum? Uh, uh?”

She really looks very keen on making this all the more pleasurable for him. It’s surely working though, because you are already starting to taste the first, scalding drops of precum that have poured directly on your tongue.

It does not taste salty at all. It’s kind of a neutral flavor and you are grateful for that. The way you are looking at them is just making you appear very interested in taking even more dick in your throat, which at this point is quite difficult to do, considering his length.

Mary isn’t stopping either, making you pump that thick dick up and down very quickly - you curse the choice you made about wrapping your hair in a pony tail, because she’s been exploiting that quite a lot already.

It’s no use trying to pull out either, and you cannot really refuse to take it more and more anyway. As soon as he started moaning and grunting loudly, Mary moved the hand that’s not holding you down on his dick and turned his face to lock the two of them into a warm kiss.

The only warm thing you are able to feel in your mouth instead is the first spurts of cum that have been shot out by the incredibly swollen crown of his cock. You grunt and whimper lightly when your cheeks are flooded by that creamy seed, and since Mary doesn’t seem willing to let you go, you take it as a sign to swallow it.

With a deep breath, you calm yourself and slowly accept your hot reward directly from its source. Mary eventually lets you go, but you keep it inside your mouth for another minute or so, making sure to keep up with the expectations of the couple.

Andrea: “Uh… Sure you come a lot though…”

Mary: “Of course he does, why do you think I’ve married him? For his good looks?”

They both laugh and kiss again, but you really did not get that joke too well. In fact, it was quite terrible. In any event, this is not over yet - this time, Mary beckons you towards the opposite side of the bedroom, which has a narrow, but tall mirror on it.

Mary: “Stare at us, love. Who would you like to take for yourself first, hm?”

She’s looking at him with an absent gaze, completely enthralled and inebriated by how this is going. On the other hand, he waits for a little while in order to recover from his previous orgasm, instead asking if you could strip down and play with each other.

You look at Mary, which in turn does not even talk to you - instead, she already has her arms wrapped around your neck. You find yourself pushed against the wall and trapped between it and Mary’s taller body. Her breasts are lusciously pressing against your own, and some drops of cum that have fallen from your mouth previously, which had been resting on your naked tits are now being sprayed between your bosoms.

Finding yourself hornier than before, you welcome this hug and do not waste time with your hips, which promptly have started to mimic the way Mary is trying to mount you. In your mind, this is just working out as every scene ever inside a lesbian porno, but hell if it feels amazing.

It doesn’t take too long for her husband to march straight at the two of you - Mary allows him to feel the two of you up, playing with your breasts and feeling you up and down for quite a while. Finally, you are allowed to move out of the way, but he seems more interested in you than his wife proper.

Mary doesn’t seem to mind that, instead she decides to switch position with you - you are now pressed between his body and hers, with your legs forced open by Mary’s feet spreading your ankles, whilst his stiffening cock is rubbing its girth up and down your butt crack.

The three of you begin a cacophony of moans and gasps. Taken by lust, your hand shifts to take a hold of his dick and put it between your thighs. He seems to like the idea, because soon you are enacting a very rough thigh hump.

This feels even better by having Mary’s own clitoris pressing against yours, and the head of his dick smashing repeatedly against her own slimy entrance. The sloppiness glazing your legs and hers is just producing more wet sounds than you are accustomed to whenever having sex.

It all feels sweaty, and the whole room is starting to feel warmer by all your panting and heavy, passionate breaths. Just when you thought you were about to be violated a second time by her husband, Mary hugs you closer and you feel his dick passing just between your nether lips, still trapped by the very thin netting, and entering Mary’s slit instead.

You find yourself moaning and whimpering in frustration - you cannot believe yourself, but you really were hoping to get fucked like that. Instead, you are forced to watch as Mary cranes her head backwards and is fucked by her husband whilst your pussy is being stimulated by the pumping action of that thick girth sliding in and out of her, subsequently spearing between your pussy lips.

Each time he enters her, his balls and crotch clash against your pert butt, which makes you shiver and tense up with your toes - luckily you are being held by the two of them, so you have no risk of falling, even though your knees are about to give up by all the strain you’re being subjected to.

The first orgasm hits you pretty soon, you grip down on Mary’s back, dragging your nails down on her shoulder blades as your two pussies smash against each other, being constantly stimulated by a hard, throbbing dick pumping in and out.

Mary doesn’t lag too much behind, and she reserves to you the same treatment. This time however she locks your mouths together into another kiss. You can feel the taste of his tongue in her palate still, which makes you all the more eager to reciprocate with your tongue.

The spectacle seems to be working pretty well on him as well, because as the two of you kiss passionately, completely drunk on pleasure and sex, your butt crack manages to feel his balls tense up and start shooting inside of her very sharply.

Oddly enough, this seals the three of you as a single being for just a split second. Your breathing is matched with theirs, and you can feel each and every pulse of his stiff length painting the inner walls of his wife with white cream. You find yourself jealous, but cannot help it either as a final orgasm takes you away, forcing your eyes to roll back and your tongue to fall out of your mouth.

Mary: “I have to say, things have really improved lately. I’m at home much more frequently and we have lots of sex, about three times a week, if not more.”

Your pen is flicking between your fingers as you hear Mary’s “report” of the week. You wiggle in your chair as she tells you some of the details about their little quickies throughout the week, still thinking how much you enjoyed having the two of them so close to you.

Andrea: “I’m glad to hear that. It seems that you were right, what we did there surely was weird and not conventional, but it looks like it worked.”

Mary: “Did you have any doubt about that? After all, you suggested this in the first place, didn’t you?”

It’s true. You did tell her that you wanted to have sex with her husband, the very first time you have met in your office. You could not have possibly figured that this would’ve lead to all the things the three of you did together.

Andrea: “Yes. I guess I did, even though I wasn’t very convinced at first myself. Still…”

Mary stands up as she hears your watch buzz against your wrist, which in turn awakens you from your usual day dreaming.

Mary: “Hey now, it’s fine. You really helped us a great deal… Plus, I am sure my husband won’t mind if you decide to pay us a visit once in a while. Okay?”

Mary flashes you one of her big smiles, the ones you have grown accustomed to by now. You sigh and roll your eyes, shaking your head. However, despite your apparent reaction, your pussy has already started to get wet with the prospect.

Andrea: “Okay… What about next Friday then?”