Dani? Who the hell calls her Dani?
I saw the two of them enter the bedroom.
“See? She isn’t here. She wasn’t in the kitchen, she isn’t here in the bedroom. Stop being a pussy and get on the bed,” Danielle said, sultry but commanding.
Kurt sat down on the bed, penis bulging against his black slacks.
Danielle started massaging him through his pants, her cleavage right in front of his face.
“How does it feel? I’m going to have you on the very same bed you two sleep in every night. How does it feel, Kurt?” Danielle asked.
Kurt just gulped.
“And you know she’s gonna find out someday, Kurt,” Danielle helpfully told him.
“I’m still not sure…”
Danielle dropped her dress to the ground, leaving her only in her panties, and leaving Kurt trailing off. It was no wonder his mind seemed to stop: “Dani’s” breasts were perky and perfect, her body the sort that might make men and women do a double-take…
I felt my own breath catch in my throat, followed by a sudden panic.
Did they hear me?!
Neither of them seemed to notice, thank god, Kurt too transfixed on Danielle, and Danielle, well, she must have figured I was there, but somehow I felt like hiding from her was just as important.
I was rubbing myself a little bit through my clothes, but couldn’t actually get any farther, as my knees were on my dress. I didn’t dare move enough to pull it out from under me—I was sandwiched in between two paper bags from some clothing store or another, and even the slightest movement would make them crinkle and give me away.
I’d have to wait for a chance.
“Mmm, you’d probably keep going even if she was right next to you, wouldn’t you?” Danielle asked as he put a hand on one of her breasts.
Kurt started suckling on the other’s nipple, and Danielle closed her eyes. I remembered her telling me once how sensitive her breasts were. She claimed she could even orgasm, if she was in the right mood, just from playing with them. I hadn’t really believed her, but she looked like she was in heaven right there from Kurt’s mouth.
Danielle reluctantly pushed Kurt away and started unbuckling his slacks.
“If Beth was here, I’d make her eat me out while I do this. You’d like that,” she said right before wrapping her lips around his pulsating cock.
“Oh, yeah,” Kurt said, probably responding to the blowjob more than Danielle’s assertion.
I was beginning to seriously consider moving the bags and hoping for the best. I tried to stand straight up, but with no room to move at all, it just wasn’t possible. The only thing I could push against was the door, which wouldn’t work. If I leaned back (lifting up my knees), my dress was still stuck under my shoes. If I leaned forward (lifting up my feet), I couldn’t get my arms to the dress without crinkling the bags. I had no leverage. It shouldn’t have been so difficult.
I needed pussy access!
Danielle’s slurping stopped, and she asked, “Which side is Beth’s?”
“This one,” Kurt said, slapping his hand down on the far side.
“I want you to eat me out right here,” Danielle said, jumping right where I sleep every night.
Kurt’s eyes scanned the room rapidly for a moment, for some reason, and then zeroed in between Danielle’s legs. He leaned over her, his face right over her panties, and bit down, pulling them down just enough to reveal the small patch of delicate fur. He finished the deed quickly with his hands, throwing her panties across the room, not far from the closet where I was hiding, permeated with her juices.
Danielle spread her legs, and Kurt dove right in.
This was my chance.
I tried moving one of the bags. It felt like I’d moved it a little bit, for the briefest moment, but almost immediately the bag just sank back into the spot I’d pushed it from, making no discernable progress. Instead, I grabbed the door, careful not to pull it in the wrong direction, and stood up.
I crinkled a bag and shook the door, making it creek.
Danielle turned her head toward the closet, toward me, smiling.
Kurt didn’t notice.
“I’m going to mess up poor Beth’s comforter something awful, aren’t I?” Danielle said mockingly. I started to realize that all the things she’s been saying weren’t really directed at Kurt.
They were directed at me.
Head still firmly planted between Danielle’s legs, Kurt made some non-committal response causing her to shudder. She started playing with her breasts, as I started attacking my vagina with full force. I was biting my lip, trying not to make too much noise. Not even breathe, but it was counter-productive, only making me breathe harder.
“Stop… playing with yourself,” Danielle ordered, in between moans.
I hadn’t even noticed, but Kurt was jerking himself off while he ate her out. He promptly stopped, and I found myself, through herculean effort, removing my own hand from between my legs. After all that effort, I decided to comply and not even masturbate.
“I don’t want you… to… get… off!” She said, shrieking on that last word as she came. She was breathing heavily for a little while, but eventually added, “…yet.”
“AHH—!!” Danielle chided, as if correcting a dog.
Kurt’s hand had moved to his penis almost absent-mindedly, and he quickly pulled it away.
Danielle looked in my direction, then back at Kurt, and asked him, “Would you do something for me right now?”
“Anything,” he said, without hesitation.
“Go buy us some wine. Something sweet. Maybe an ice wine?” Danielle said nonchalantly.
“Now?!?”
“Yes, now,” Danielle said forcefully.
The two stared each other down, Kurt looking somehow pathetic.
“Go!” Danielle ordered.
Kurt backed down, put on his pants and left the room.
4.
“You can come out, honey,” Danielle sing-songed, “I know you’re in there.”
Before opening the door, I smoothed my dress and tried to make myself decent, as despite everything I thought I was angry. I braced myself, stood up, and opened the closet, ready to lash out.
But I didn’t.
I just stood there, breathing heavily and waiting for “Dani” to take charge.
Danielle seemed to scan me up and down, finally focusing on my hand, the one that had been between my legs before she told Kurt/Us to stop touching ourselves.
She gently grabbed my hand, and sucked on my finger.
“You’ve been playing with yourself, I see...” Danielle said, slipping a welcome hand down my pants. “Damn, girl. You are wet.”
All I could do was sigh. After this past month, her touch felt like it came straight from the hand of God.
“Your husband is mine now,” she said, and I shivered. “Oh, I felt that. You like it, don’t you, you depraved little slut? Like hearing how Kurt lusts after me? You’re nearly ready to cum on my hand without me hardly doing anything. Have you had any suspicions? Did you still think this was coming?”
I shook my head “no”.
“Of course you didn’t, you naïve little girl. Do you realize this has been going on for a while? Maybe you think this started a month ago, when he stopped fucking you?”
I didn’t answer, though I squeezed her hand inside me.
“Girl of few words? One pussy clench for yes?” she laughed. “Well, you’d be wrong. Now, maybe you’re thinking this started when he kept coming home all horny as fuck—Oh, I felt that too—If you thought that, you’d be wrong there as well.”
She kissed me, and I melted in her arms as she laid me down on the bed.
Danielle, fucking me with her hand, whispered in my ear, “I was fucking him before you ever asked. And now I’m fucking you, too. I told you I can seduce anyone.”
That realization pushed me over the edge, and I came on her hand, screaming, as an entire month’s worth of sexua
l tension was released in what was probably the most explosive orgasm of my life, given to me not by Kurt, nor any other man, but by Danielle while she was taking a break from fucking my husband.
Through the orgasm, spasming against Danielle’s hand, I heard a bottle drop.
It was Kurt, with the wine.
Somehow the bottle didn’t break.
“What the hell is going on?!?” Kurt screamed, as if he had some right to object.
“Your wife is quite the slut,” Danielle replied. “You two really were made for each other. She was hiding in the closet earlier. No reason to pretend you’re outraged.”
“What?!? I’m not fucking pretending!” he insisted.
Danielle stood up, picked up the wine bottle and opener from the carpet, and calmly opened the bottle.
“Do you know why she was in the closet?” Danielle said, completely ignoring his outrage, “It’s because she’s a slutty pervert who gets off on the idea of peeping on you fucking me. She’s been wanting it forever, asked me to arrange it, in fact. A year ago. But I decided to make her wait. Just ‘cos.”
Kurt’s jaw dropped.
“There’s another reason she was hiding in the closet. It’s because I told her to. Pour us some drinks,” she said, handing him the open bottle. He still had two wine glasses in his hand.
Kurt stood still, as if trying to figure out what course of action his body was going to take on it’s own. Slowly, he put the two wine glasses down on the dresser and started pouring.
“Pour Kurt. Pour, poor Kurt,” Danielle said, laughing at her own secret pun.
Danielle grabbed the glasses, and handed one to me.
“Here, drink,” she said.
I complied
Kurt was rubbing his erection through his pants.
“Might as well pull that cock back out. Must be getting painful.”
His pants fell to the floor and Danielle started stroking him, staring at me right in the eyes. Kurt was also staring at me, a look of deep humiliation on his face.
“Enough of that, Kurt, why don’t you pick up where you left off?” she said, reclining on the bed.
He knelt down, and before I knew it, his head was between her legs, stroking himself at the same time. Danielle noticed.
“Stop touching yourself, Kurt. Save your strength,” she said, then looked to me. “Like a well-trained dog, he seems to be doing whatever I tell HIM--!”
Danielle shrieked as Kurt went at her clit. His hand kept wandering toward his crotch, then away once he realized what he was doing.
“You’re never… going to have him… again… unless I allow it,” she said in between breaths. “How does that make you feel, Beth?”
I didn’t answer, just let out my own fast, shallow breaths.
“I think you’re just fine with it. I think this is what you both want,” she said, pushing Kurt from between her legs. She wrapped her lips around Kurt’s cock, briefly, slowly pulling it out of her mouth, the bottom of his shaft sliding along her tongue. Kurt shivered.
“Don’t cum until I let you,” Danielle ordered. Her commanding, matter-of-fact tone carried that kind of authority that incites you to comply before you even think about it. I felt weirdly determined to stave off another orgasm until she instructed. Until she allowed it.
Danielle bent over the bed, and nodded at Kurt.
He knew what to do.
Kurt took Danielle from behind with a passion I hadn’t seen since, well, since he was fucking me.
Danielle was staring at me the entire time, with a piercing, heartless smile, breasts bouncing with every thrust. I felt entranced, rubbing my breast with one hand, attacking my clit with the other, trying to time it with what was happening in front of me.
Kurt was fucking my best friend in front of me, and all I could do—all I wanted to do—was let it happen. She grabbed her breasts and started massaging her nipples as Kurt’s pace quickened.
“He’s about to cum, Beth, right inside of me.”
I moaned, and that seemed to set Danielle off, to my surprise. Moments later, Kurt groaned, and spilled his seed inside of her.
The two of them both came in front of me, simultaneously, but I was still masturbating and watching.
Kurt pulled out, and sat down on the bed. Danielle sat beside him, arm around him, and seemed to consider me carefully before spreading her legs, Kurt’s cum just barely oozing out.
“You can cum now, Beth,” Danielle instructed, gently, and, much to my surprise, I came right as she told me to. I had been on the edge, waiting for permission, and I got it.
Pleasure washed over me for the second time that night, though it felt a little strange, Kurt ready to sleep, and Danielle seeming strangely tender.
After a long moment of silence, it seemed that appearance of tenderness was deceiving.
“Why don’t you sleep on the couch?” Danielle said at last, “And shut the door on your way out.”
Kicked out of my own bedroom, where my best friend was sleeping with my husband, I found myself feeling strangely satisfied as I sauntered off to the couch and fell into a deep, sound sleep.
Other Works by Lacey Maudlin
Cuckquean Anthology 1: Four sexy stories of naughty extramarital adventures! Setting Up My Husband, She Comes Between them, Super Confident Cuckquean and Designating Diana all in one bundle!
Cuckquean Starlet: When Jill, a Hollywood starlet, finds out her man Jack's next film is packed with erotic sex scenes, she feels compelled to get involved. After all, she can't let him do those scenes with just anybody?!? Of course not!
Jill takes over the auditions, and before the first one is even through, she finds things going much farther--and sexier--than she'd ever planned. And then, there were rehearsals…!
Chapters of Cuckquean Starlet:
01: Practice Makes Perverts
02: First Come, First Served
Designating Diana:Going through college, straight-laced Kate roomed with her sexy friend Diana. In that tiny one-room studio they shared, Kate watched Diana's most "intimate" activities with her boyfriends up close and in-person.
Years later, when Kate introduces Diana to her husband at a party, it turns out old habits die hard. Her former roommate and her husband Derrick hit it off... perhaps a little too well.
Perhaps... Kate doesn't mind.
Perhaps she even likes it?
Designating Diana is a 5,800 word tale of steamy female cuckoldry that will drive you past the legal limit of desire!
She Comes Between Them:Katie and Kurt are happily married, but when Kurt runs into a little "problem" in bed, they seek the services of a sexy sexual therapist, Dr. Nichole Jensen M.D. Dr. Jenson's methods turn out to be rather hands-on, and, little-by-little, her dominating presence seems to be taking over their lovemaking...
She Comes Between them is 11,000 words of steamy erotica!
Will you let it come between you?
Super Confident Cuckquean:Amy's sexy-but-shy BFF Katie is her own worst enemy. Mousey and shy, her lack of confidence is really all that's holding her back. After giving Katie a pep talk, she tries to be a little more confident with surprisingly effective results!
Amy sees the confidence she injected into Katie open up a whole new world for her, turning her shy friend into a sexy seductress who turns heads wherever she goes. She's really turned a corner, getting a great new job, hooking up with people left and right. It's like she's a whole new person and everybody loves her. Especially Amy's husband, Jeff...
This new Katie seems almost as if she can get anything she wants.
Anyone she wants.
And she might just be setting her sites on Amy's husband, Jeff...
Taking Her Place is a one-off tale about a girl, her boyfriend, and his unfortunate fixation...
Justice has a problem. Her new boyfriend, Magnum, just can't seem to get over Britney, who he could never be with. She wants to help him get over her, and she thinks the solution might be right under her nose
: The hypnosis class she's been taking in college!
Will she be able to use this technique to her advantage and help Magnum get over his fixation... and without losing herself, in the process?
In Her Dreams Come True, Kate has been having naughty dreams every night for months now, though she can never remember them. She's starting to get a little worried... Every now and then, sure, but every night? Even worse, the first time she really knows what happened in her dream, she realizes it came true that very day. Kate is starting to wonder whether she's psychic... or schizophrenic.
Kate visits a psychologist to help her with her nightly compulsions, and, using hypnosis, he helps her unlock the sexy secrets locked deep within her mind and face her secret passion for her best friend, Jessica.
Amy Visists Club 69: When Amy rents a private booth on posh karaoke bar Club 69, desires run rampant!
In this sexy 5,000 word tale, Amy brings her friend Mike along to the club only to catch wind of a rumor that Booth 237 brings out the hidden passions of its patrons. They regard it as nonsense, yet when the sexual tension boils over, it turns out they have a convenient excuse…
Hypnosis Holidays: New Year’s Eve - When Ron tries to perform his own New Year's Eve countdown for his friend Christy, he finds her falling into a deep trance instead and hypnotic hijinks ensue in this sexy holiday tale!
Hypnoteuse Chronicles is a series following Jody, a normal every day girl, and her surprise descent into becoming a full-fledged hypnodomme thanks to a USB stick left behind by her late step-father, Steve.
Chapters of the Hypnoteuse Chronicles:
01: Birth of the Hypnoteuse
02: Dream of the Hypnoteuse
03: Temptation of the Hypnoteuse
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