Wayward Wife's Punishment

Chapter 10

I arrived at the address JJ had provided promptly at 8PM. I hadn't seen hide nor hair of WooWoo and wondered if she would show tomorrow. While waiting for a response to the bell, I went over my objective for tonight which was to see what Jillian Jones looked like without camouflage, and if the view was acceptable, nail her fore and aft before I left for home. Her residence did not fit the profile of a secretary. It was a small house set back from the street and sheltered by a stand of trees that offered another layer of privacy from prying eyes. I had Summer visions of this British lady climbing naked into a small hot tub located in the back yard and begging me to screw her senseless. My reverie was interrupted when she opened the door and ushered me inside her home.

One look at what she was wearing was all that was needed to disrupt my sex fantasy. JJ had on something that looked like a cross between a housecoat and a caftan. Whatever it was covered her from neck to just above the ankles. If anything her garb made it even more difficult to figure out what kind of body lay beneath. I began to despair that anything good awaited my eyes if and when I ever got that damned thing off her. As we entered her living room she reached out and gave my hand a squeeze as she said, "Welcome to my home. I do hope you will enjoy your stay this evening. I will do everything to make it seem as if you and your lovely wife have been reunited." My ears and another portion of my anatomy perked up immediately. There was still some hope. Patience seemed to be the proper approach to the situation. I was still in the game.

Dinner turned out to be a strain on my nervous system. I have no idea what she served, or how it tasted, being too busy fighting off JJ's probing questions concerning Jill, my seeming change in personality and my attitude toward marital fidelity. It was quite obvious that the lady had carefully prepared for this little "dinner", and was deciding, based on the answers she received, if I was to be the main course. My decision had already been made. If she invited me into her bedroom to test the mattress, it would all depend on what was under the Mother Hubbard that covered her almost like a tent. I was fully prepared if necessary to envoke the power of my marriage vows if it came to that.

Whatever I said, it evidently passed muster and so without any build-up she rose from her chair, gave me a broad smile and before I could react, bent over, nuzzled herself against my neck and whispered, " I think it's time that you had your dessert my dear. Let's go to my playroom so you can unwrap me and pay your respects properly." The die was cast.

My hostess led me down the hall to a door located at the back of her house. She smiled just before opening the door and turning on the light to reveal her playroom. One look was all it took to make me realize I wasn't in Kansas anymore. The room was starkly furnished; nothing on the wooden floor, one window covered totally by a single large panel of thick fabric designed to shut out any light or prying eyes, a lone, bare bulb located in the ceiling that shone down on the main feature dominating the room, the bed. It was spartan in construction and design, a double without even a headboard, with a thin mattress covered by a rubber sheet. What drew my eyes however were the four manacles located at its corners, apparently attached to the bed frame. Beside the bed there was a small metal locker, a few feet on the side and perhaps a foot and a half deep. It was then I heard the sound of a zipper being opened.

My eyes widened as I watched the matronly secretary reveal herself to me for the first time; it was worth the wait. Although the French usually have a word or a phrase for everything, it was a German word, zaftig, that fit JJ pefectly, for she was indeed fleshy and well rounded. She looked at me from the corner of her eye as she stepped out from the shapeless garment. Jillian wore only a matching set of sheer bra and panties now. The bra struggled against the weight of her melon shaped tits, and her stiff nipples poked out, stretching the fabric. Her panties were the full cut variety, circling her midriff well above the navel. The elastic was straining to contain the extra layer of flesh girding her, the result of a relatively sedentary life, a little more food than was necessary and the relentless assault of time. She turned slightly to give me an unobstructed view of her fat lipped cunt. It was devoid of pubic hair and I started to get hard as I stared unabashedly at her goody box. It was going to be a long night, a very demanding night, and I couldn't wait to get started on her. Jillian turned around to give me a good look at her broad bottom. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me as she wiggled her ass in my direction.

" Well, do I meet with your approval? " she teased, knowing the answer before I could speak. I moved and cupped her big soft breasts which brought a purr from her. I tweaked her hard nipples and she wiggled her rounded cheeks against my stiff cock. "Someone is a bit excited. Why don't you get those clothes off so we can get down to business." Jillian said softly. Now it was her turn to judge me and when my hard cock popped into view she pursed her lips and murmured softly, " You'll do, you'll do just fine."

"I hate to be a spoil sport, but those cuffs better not be for me." I announced, cocking my head toward the bed.

Jillian made a wry face and then laughed. " If the cuffs fit, wear them. They look very good on me I've been told. Perhaps sometime later you may want to try them on for size. Most of my lovers eventually do and generally they are better men for it. Now do be a dear and help me out of these confining under garments."

Once she was naked, she stretched out on the rubber sheet and extended her limbs so they could be secured. "Aren't you taking quite a chance letting me do this? What if it turns out I'm some kind of pervert who enjoys abusing helpless women?" I asked.

"Then I shall be abused well and true, a fitting punishment for my poor judgement. However you will suffer consequences as well since a good friend of mine knows that you and I are having this tryst. She will be more than happy to corroborate my accusations that will be promptly made to the local police once you have had your way with me."

I snapped the manacle shut imprisoning one of her wrists and whispered. "You are a devious woman and deserve a thorough tongue lashing for this breech of decorum. Then I plan to pummel your private parts for the rest of the evening and a good portion of the morning as well."

" Pummel away my young stallion. This old body has plenty of life in it yet and a good session of enthusiastic sexual roguery is just what I'm hoping for."

Once JJ was all buttoned up, including a pillow under her ass to properly elevate her pussy for some serious attention, I settled down between her thickish thighs. Eating pussy is a skill that depends on practice and paying attention to details. My cheating wife had invested a considerable amount of time teaching me the "ins and out" of properly satisfying her before we got down to basics. I had recently had a few opportunities to regain my touch, so to speak, and was very eager to demonstrate my ability to JJ.

Initially she proved to be a tough customer to sell. The first thing I noticed was the strong scent that emanated from her cunt. It was a mixture of musk and something fetid. She giggled at my reaction to this unexpected challenge. "I haven't showered since Friday morning, and I wore a pair of very well constructed panty hose around the house all day while I prepared for your visit. I would imagine I'm a bit ripe at this moment. Now show me that you're a man and not a boy." The gauntlet had been thrown down, and now the games begun.

I licked her "fragrant" cunt from base to top using the tip of my tongue. I lapped away on her sticky slit with the flat portion of my tongue.I lovingly kissed every square inch of that fat lipped, oozing trench, not once but a number of times. I circled and tickled her hard clit, then sucked it and made it pop from my lips as it grew fatter and came out to play. I left a trail of saliva from the inside of one thigh across her plump belly to the other thigh, noisily kissing her pebbled flesh as I made the slow journey. I wormed my tongue into her navel and deposited a large dollop of saliva as a memento before I left to begin licking my way down to her clit for another assault on that fleshy nubbin of erect flesh.

I kept licking, lapping, kissing, tongue tickling and finally nipping at that coin slot of a cunt. By now I was beginning to get a little frustrated with JJ's lack of reponse to some of my best moves. Then almost by accident I found the key to the kingdom, her puckered asshole. Who would have thought that the two holes were somehow connected, but in her case, they definitely were. I had almost given up trying to get her in the mood and was taking a break, my nose buried between her wrinkled cunt lips. For some odd reason I was moved to slip my tongue between her sweaty ass cheeks. There was a slight shift in her posture, a subtle movement that hinted I was getting warm. I went with my instincts and wiggled my tongue further down her back alleyway until it contacted her rosebud. As I said previously, one of the keys to being a good pussy eater is attention to detail. I now reaped the reward for patience and sensitivity.

Jillian Jones tried to breach like a whale starving for air. At the same time she let out a loud, drawn out groan that told me I'd found the combination to her secret cache. This in turn was followed by a "yes" that seemed to hiss endlessly. I was too busy trying to avoid being inundated by the liquid that spurted from her shaved slit to keep track of the time. The next thing I knew she was shuddering and thrashing against the bonds holding her to the bed. I cupped her quivering cheeks and held on for dear life as she rocketed off into a private place not open to mere men. That woman squirted another gusher of liquid lady lust that coated my chest in a warm wet mess. Suddenly I knew the reason for the rubber sheet. At this point I knew this was going to be a memorable and very long evening. I just hoped I could cope with whatever surprises were still in store for me.

By the time JJ recovered her senses my rock hard cock had morphed into something less rigid. Nothing like a good hosing down with female juices to calm the randy male. She announced her return to this astral plane with a long sigh and a thrust of her cunt. "Oh my, looks like I've done it again." she gasped. Those words had a familiar ring to them, but I didn't have time to ponder. "I was right about you. I'm so very glad. Now let's see what I can do to repay you for that lovely trip. Why don't you straddle me so I can stiffen your resolve." She giggled like a schoolgirl at her own joke. I, on the other hand, was wishing for a nice long shower at this stage. The little man who lived downstairs in my groin area decided to take over at this point and so I gingerly scaled her soaking wet body and presented myself for inspection.

Jillian proved to be quite adept at reviving my flagging interest. Her mouth molded itself to the head of my cock while she noisily suctioned it back to life. Her fingers danced across my balls, tickling them until they were tight and full once more. She raised her head slightly and inch by slow inch my stiff cock was engulfed. All this time her tongue was lathering its sensitive underside as more and more of the little man disappeared down her throat. At the time I was too busy enjoying the delightful sensations she was producing in me to compare her ability and technique to the other three women I had been with recently, or for that matter my faithless wife.

Abruptly she released my twitching cock from her mouth with a loud popping sound. It was done with such force that my stiff length of meat actually tingled. "Time to put this nice hard thing to proper use." JJ whispered, nuzzling her cheek against my saliva coated prick. "This old woman needs her itch scratched." I didn't need a second invitation. So despite the mess she and I had created, plus my desire for a hot shower,I slid down her slippery body, located the entrance to her shaved cunt and proceeded to put it to her with a vengeance.

I'll only cover the highlights of the rest of the evening, which went into double overtime, not ending until very early the next morning. I never did get to the shower, but JJ did a nice job of licking off most of the mess she made on my body. She did it in sections while I rested up from my labors of love. The lady proved to have very tasty armpits and was quite enthusiastic about letting me pound her wet and willing "fuck box", as she called it, once I had my fill of those sweaty, pebbled hollows. I managed to make her produce a few additional gushers, none as abundant or forceful as that initial tidal wave. However in those cases I had the good sense to remove myself from the source to avoid another "accident". I do remember very late in our session listening to the sound of her juices dripping from the rubber sheet as she worked to suck my tired cock back to life for "another go at her goodies" as she so quaintly put it.

The best time I had was when she suggested that I free her from the manacles long enough so that she could turn over and give me "a new field to play on", her exact words. Her bottom was a revelation, soft but not flabby, and it could seemingly conform to whatever position my body assumed as I buggered her tight backhole. At this point in my life I'd not had too much experience with this particular form of sexual recreation, but she became the top of the line that night and continues to hold on to her exalted position. It was no easy matter to breach her breech, so to speak, but once that tough muscle guarding her back channel was overcome it was like fucking a tube of warm butter. While I was honoring her request to "stretch her good and proper", it was possible to reach around and give those pillowy tits a good squeezing while I worked away on her. It was amazing how hard her nipples would get while I was reaming out that great asshole. The last thing I remember doing was to spread her cheeks and worm my tongue into that gaping asshole. As I suspected she went off like a rocket after a few minutes of probing and absolutely drenched the place.

By the time she was properly satisfied I was afraid to sleep. It suddenly dawned on me that there was a very good chance that WooWoo and perhaps her friend, Willa, might come knocking on my door while I was either sleeping here or engaging my bedmate in another round of fun and games. Perhaps I was getting greedy, but why take chances? JJ was not exactly thrilled that I wouldn't be there to entertain her when she awoke. However she was an understanding lady and knew that "boys would be boys". That remark really hurt for a moment, but I figured that there would be other opportunities to learn more about this very interesting woman. This was confirmed almost immediately when she said, " The next time we are together I'll tell you about my honeymoon. I think then you'll appreciate the manacles." She then directed me to where the key was hidden, under the bed of course, and I set her free.