After a long day at work Heather couldn't wait to get home. Long days at the office made her wish for the work-from-home life from a few years ago. Her and her husband, Mark, would sit across from each other in their pajamas working in peace and enjoying each other's company.
Unfortunately when everything was deemed back to normal, she had to get back into the office, while his work allowed him to continue the blissful work from home lifestyle. While she was wearing uncomfortable clothes and making small talk with misogynists, he was at home in blissful peace.
One good thing about working out of the home was having dinner made for her most nights, but Heather thought she would surprise Mark and get home early so they could go out to eat. She quietly opened the door, trying to sneak in when she heard noises in the living room.
Peeking her head around the corner she saw Mark and their neighbours teenage daughter, Abigail, having sex on the couch. Heather paused, frozen by the scene in front of her. Forgetting how to talk, she stared as the young blonde was straddling his lap. Her bras pushed up above her small tits and she wore thigh high socks, but other than that she had nothing on.
“Mark! What are you doing?! How could you! She's looks like a teenager!”
Mark barely stopped fucking her as he looked over the young girl’s shoulder toward his wife. His face looked as if he were drunk off of her tight pussy. Abigail turned around and looked at her too, neither did much except slow their pace slightly.
“Mark! Answer me!” She screamed as she took a few more steps to the middle of the room.
“Heather, just wait. Oh god. She feels so fucking good. Her cunt is so god damn tight.”
His eyes shifted from Heather to Abigail, “squeeze my cock baby. Squeeze that tight teenage cunt for Daddy. You want his seed, don't you?”
Abigail just rolled her eyes back in drunken state and bucked her hips into Mark while clenching her cunt around his cock.
He gargled out barely coherent, “fffuuuuuaaaahhhhkkkkk!”
Heather stood, mouth agape. She couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't believe he hadn't stopped yet. She also couldn’t believe she hadn’t stopped watching them fuck. Mark turned back to Heather.
“Baby sit down. We're gonna be done soon. We can talk then,” he began kissing Abigail lewdly. His tongue deep in her mouth and lashing wildly about.
“Mark. Stop! Please! What are you doing? How could you?”
Heather started again, taking another step toward them. Barely an arm length away from being able to touch them. She could see the sweat building on Abigail's neck. Mark tilted his head and locked his eyes on her as he never stopped wildly kissing Abigail.
“Heather,” he broke his kiss and stared at his wife.
“Stop yapping and sit down.”
Mark stared at her. The young girl on his cock continued to grind, bounce and swirl her hips on him, but his focus was solely on Heather.
“Sit. Down. Now.”
His voice was dark. It was an order, not a request. Heather's expression went from angry and shocked to shocked and slightly scared. She sat on the nearby love seat and looked on as Mark's eyes never left hers.
“Good girl. Thank you, sweetheart.”
“Uh, you're welcome, Daddy,” Abigail moaned.
Mark turned to her, “no no, not you sweetie. My wife, Heather.”
Abigail turned back to look at Heather. Her pert tits jiggling like jell-o with every buck of her hips, the bra hanging like a drawbridge ready to fall and eclipse them.
“Isn't she magnificent, Heather? This tight fucking body. You have no idea how often I've watched her in their pool and jerked off at the window. How badly Ive wanted to fuck her. How Ive thought about fucking her even while fucking you.”
Abigail joined in, “I saw him too. Once or twice, stroking himself in the bedroom window. I went skinny dipping once to egg him on. I sunbathed topless another time. Then, when you went back to work full time I brought him lunch almost every day, purposely forgetting to wear underwear and giving him flash.”
“She’s just fucking perfect, isn’t she?” Mark grinned at Heather then stuck his tongue down Abigail's throat again for a moment.
Heather looked away. She felt tears welling up but didn't want to give them the satisfaction of crying. She was about to get up and leave when Mark beckoned her over.
Mark swatted Abigail's ass and told her to climb off. He stood up and pointed to the ground in front of him, “come here Heather. Right here.”
He curled his finger at her and she looked at him with pain in her eyes.
“Mark, what are you doing?”
“Come here,” he said again.
“No,” she replied.
“Abby baby,” he swatted her ass and she walked over to Heather. She tossed the bra off of her chest and practically bounced over, her long legs dancing as she was nearly cloth-less. She reached out for Heather's hand but it was snatched away.
“Don't touch me!”
“Heather! Now! Come here!”
Abigail grabbed her hand and yanked it, dragging Heather over in front of her husband. Abigail proceeded to unbutton Heather's blouse, despite her hands being swatted away,
Mark grabbed Heathers hands and placed them behind her back, “settle the fuck down or this will get lot less consensual.”
Heather's hands became docile and Abigail finished undoing her blouse, leaving it to hang open as her attention turned to her pants. There was a slight squirm in protest but it didn't last long, Heather's pants fell to the floor and Abigail's hands were rubbing her cunt through her panties.
“There you go. Calm down. Just close your eyes and let her make you feel good.”
Mark's words stung as Abigail tried to coax dampness out of her. The way her fingers pressed and slid along her lips was causing friction in her mind. She didn't want this. She wanted it to stop.
“On your knees,” Mark said.
Abigail helped Heather kneel, her palm grinding against Heather's mound still. She then took Mark's erection and began stroking it while slipping finger inside Heather's cunt.
“There there, sweetheart. She's going to make you feel good. Tell her. Tell her you want to feel good.”
Heather resisted. She bit her lip but Abigail was too good. Heather's mouth dropped open and a painful expression washed over her.
Abigail pressed her lips to Heather's ear and whispered, "It's okay. Tell me. Just say it.”
Heather's chest was heaving. She blew hard steam of air through her nostrils and whispered heavily, “please. Make me feel good.”
Abigail kissed Heather's ear and slid another finger into her cunt. Heather buckled forward and cried out. Abigail bent her, lips to Heather's ear again, breathing heavily like a freight train running through her head.
Abigail's hand was stroking Mark's cock steadily. He was close, especially seeing his wife manipulated like this.
“Now tell her to make me cum on you. Tell her you want her to paint you with my cum.”
Abigail nodded against Heather's ear, “say it. Sssssssay it. Come on. Tell me where you want it. Where do you want it, Mrs Wright? Where do you want me to spill your husband's seed?”
As she was stroking and whispering in Heather's ear, Abigail had curled her two fingers in Heather's cunt and was pushing her close to her own orgasm. The words say it, say it ringing in her head. Abigail's voice singing through her mind.
“Mrs Wright, where do you want your husband’s cum? Tell me. Say it. Tell his teenage fuck doll where to send his load since its not going in my pussy this time.”
Heather's mouth dropped open again, she cried out as she orgasmed against Abigail's hand,” mmmmfuck, on my chest. Make him cum on my chest. Please.”
Within a few moments Mark's orgasm had splashed across his wife's tits. Abigail was sucking on the fingers that had been in Heather as she had her own orgasm. Mark fell back into the chair and the room was silent aside from heavy panting.
Abigail got up a few moments later. She put on her shorts and crop top, leaving her underwear wherever it lay. She walked through the door, simply saying, “see you tomorrow Mr Wright.”