Jason finally fell asleep. He woke up at dawn, sunlight slipping through the curtains and warming the room. Around ten, as he finished making breakfast, Sandra walked in, her hair still damp and her shampoo leaving a clean, floral scent behind. Drops of water fell onto her white robe. She looked refreshed, her cheeks a little pink. She gave him a shy smile and kissed him, her lips cool and minty. Then she sat down, wrapped her hands around her coffee mug, and let out a quiet, contented sigh.
She took a sip and met his eyes, enjoying the quiet moment between them. Finally, she said, “They say sperm is beneficial for the skin. Do I look more radiant this morning?”
“You always look radiant,” Jason replied, unable to suppress a smile at her playful remark.
“So, what’s your assessment of my little treat?” she asked.
Jason paused. He knew exactly what she meant: licking semen from her face and breasts. The memory made his stomach flutter—the salty taste, her skin, her laughter, and his own mixed feelings. Embarrassed, he looked away, his cheeks warm, feeling a little ashamed at how quickly he’d agreed and how eager he’d become. Still, a spark of arousal lingered. Her boldness stirred something deep in him. The experience unsettled him, making him wonder what was normal for them. But it also woke something up inside him, leaving him restless and full of emotion and desire. He looked at Sandra, searching her face for answers. Even now, sitting naked across from her, he felt exposed, as if their intimacy had crossed a line, but he didn’t want to go back.
"Uh... it was certainly different," he finally answered.
Sandra chuckled. “Come on, sweetie, you know you loved it. And so did I. What I allowed Andre to do is what every man fantasizes about. There are probably a billion videos like it out there.”
“Uh… yes, but it’s not typically my wife in the video,” Jason said, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“That’s precisely what makes it special for you. I know Andre enjoyed himself. He sent me a text. Let me read it to you.” Sandra picked up her phone. “Sandra, thank you so much for last night. I truly enjoyed every minute of it… especially the ending. I’ve never done that before, but I loved it. I hope I don’t offend you by saying that. I try to be honest. I hope we can get together again. Andre.’”
“That was sweet, wasn’t it?” Sandra remarked.
“Yes, it was. He seems like a genuinely nice young man. Do you want to see him again?” Jason inquired.
“Yes. But he has an offer to try out for a team on the West Coast and will be leaving next week. I thought we could go out again before he departs, you know, just for fun,” Sandra stated.
“So soon?” Jason asked.
“Well, I don’t know when he’ll be returning. This could be the last time I see him,” Sandra explained.
Jason nodded and then asked, “Are you going to… You know, have sex with him?”
“No. I’m still sticking to our original plan. I won’t have sex until I choose a permanent partner. But waiting is getting harder. Some days, it feels like a knot in my stomach. I miss the feeling of being filled again. It’s been so long. Andre is so large that he would definitely be a challenge. Whether it is Andre or anyone else, part of me feels guilty for wanting more, even with our rules. But another part is so excited that I can hardly sleep. Every time I go out on a date now, I wonder if I’ll go too far. If I can control myself.”
Jason understood how she felt. He was both nervous and more excited than he wanted to admit. He worried that if she asked to sleep with one of her dates, he might be okay with it, or at least not protest.
She paused and looked down at her coffee. "When I was younger, I always felt I had to hide what I wanted, like there was something wrong with wanting that kind of closeness and intensity. Maybe it was because I waited too long to have sex for the first time. That might be why this whole thing feels so powerful now. I think it’s about more than just sex; I feel alive in a way I haven’t in years. It makes me feel strong, wanted, and free, like I’m getting back a part of myself I lost. But I also feel guilty sometimes, worried I’m being selfish or forgetting what matters most between us. I guess I’m still figuring it out."
Jason nodded. He truly understood.
“I have been debating seeing maybe two more on the list, not including Andre, and then make my decision. Frankly, I think Darien is the frontrunner by a significant margin. But I’m trying to hold off on making a final judgment. I have to do something soon, or I’ll go mad,” she confessed.
“I can imagine,” Jason said, his voice honest. “He’s my frontrunner too. Have you heard from him?”
“Oh yes. He’s called me twice. I meant to mention it to you. Unfortunately, he couldn’t talk for long either time. He was closing a major deal and didn’t have much free time. He was as sweet and respectful as he was on our first date,” Sandra reported.
“So, do you think you’ll go out with him again before you make your decision?” Jason asked.
“Maybe the best plan is for me to just go to the Ritz again with him, and if things go well, proceed to his room. What do you think?”
A rush of unexpected excitement went through him. Jason paused, feeling uneasy. This was definitely breaking the rules. “So, you’re thinking about sleeping with him before seeing anyone else?”
“I suppose that’s what I’m saying, except for Andre. Maybe that makes more sense. If he’s truly exceptional, then I won’t go out with anyone else. If he’s only so-so, I’ll continue with the others.”
“That’s breaking the rules,” he stated, carefully omitting the word “our.”
“Yes, but it means I won’t have to have sex with any of the others. It will reduce the risk of being seen by someone from work. So I think we can bend the rules a bit. I didn’t expect to be so captivated by Darien.”
Jason nodded and finally said, “If that’s what you truly want, I will support it. I know how much you want this.”
“Thank you. I was thinking you could perhaps escort me to the Ritz this time, and even have drinks with him. That way, people will see you there with me. Then, if everything still feels right, I’ll give you a signal and let him know I’ll meet him in his room. I’ll take the second room key, and you can escort me to the room, as if we’re staying the night. Then you can leave through the back entrance, and no one will see you.”
“Wow, you’ve really thought this through,” Jason said with a smile. She always had a plan, and usually a backup plan too.
Sandra hadn’t really planned this. It was spontaneous, but suddenly it made sense. She smiled and continued, “Once we’re finished, I’ll have you come to the hotel in the early morning hours, before everyone is awake, and pick me up. That way, if people see me leaving the hotel, they’ll see you with me. We need to be incredibly discreet.”
“Okay. It sounds like a solid plan,” Jason agreed as a little shiver ran down his spine.
“I have to admit, I’m incredibly excited about this,” Sandra confessed. “Darien won’t be back for two weeks, which is a long time. So maybe I will see Andre for a little fun in between.”
“Okay,” Jason said, again feeling a rush of excitement.
After Sandra left to get dressed, he stayed at the table, lost in thought. So much had changed so quickly since she started dating, especially after this talk. It was good to see her happier, lighter than she’d been in a long time. He wondered if it was because her job was less stressful, but he knew her work was always demanding. The real change had to be the dating. That thought gave him both relief for her and a sharp sense of his own inadequacy.
He stared into his coffee as the room grew quiet except for the clock ticking on the wall. Memories from last night came back: Sandra’s flushed cheeks, Andre’s cum dripping from her face, her laughter, and how much lighter she seemed. He wondered if her happiness was because of Andre or someone else. Jealousy mixed with a strange excitement he couldn’t ignore. He was imagining her in bed with another man more and more. He was going to be a cuckold, if he wasn’t already one. Then he felt guilty thinking that way. It was confusing at best. Jason wondered if other men in his situation felt the same confusion, or if anyone ever really got used to it.
Wasn’t it good that Sandra seemed more confident and alive? Didn’t that mean he was open-minded, giving her freedom most husbands wouldn’t? Still, the thought of her picking a permanent partner was a big step. Was the new spark in her eyes a sign she was drifting away, or was he seeing her real self again?
He wanted to be happy for her, but his thoughts kept drifting. Every time he felt relief, fear followed, as if he was standing at the edge of something big and uncertain, facing a future he hadn’t chosen but had allowed to happen. What if one day she didn’t need him anymore? The question stayed with him as he stared at his cold coffee.
Jason’s jealousy was now a dull ache instead of sharp pain. When he thought about her stories, he felt a confusing mix of desire and longing. At times, it felt as if he were watching his own life from the outside. He was surprised at how easily he’d accepted things that once seemed impossible.
Jason realized his mood had shifted. He was still jealous, but it wasn’t as intense as before. Maybe he was just getting used to it. He knew the real test would come when she finally had sex with her lover, and that day was coming soon.
Something else was on Jason’s mind. Sandra hadn’t disciplined him in weeks, and strangely, he missed it. He didn’t like the canings, but he didn’t like their absence either. For them, discipline was more than pain. It was a way to connect. Without it, things felt different, as if the boundaries they relied on had faded. He realized Sandra’s discipline showed she cared. In those moments, she took charge, and he gave in, each giving the other something important. The punishments weren’t really for his mistakes anymore; they had become rituals that reaffirmed their bond and her power over him. For him, they were a gift to her, a sign of his devotion, and let her stay in control, which he knew she loved.
He had learned to drift into a subspace that allowed him to endure even the harshest reprimands, surrendering fully to her command. Yes, she still brought him to tears, and the pain lingered for several days afterward, but that was acceptable—it meant her will had marked him. She had always agreed that she enjoyed the discipline; it allowed her to vent her work frustrations on him, to claim a space in which she was unquestionably in charge. And, of course, it sexually stimulated her, always resulting in him pleasuring her with his mouth… which he accepted as his reward too.
Taking the pain was his way of giving to her, but each time, the power between them shifted a little: she felt stronger from his surrender, and he felt safe in her control. Now, with those rituals on hold, he sensed the balance had changed, and her silence unsettled him, leaving his need to submit untouched. What if she didn't miss it the way he did? What if she saw his longing as weakness, something to pity? The prospect of bringing it up left his stomach knotted with anxiety. He imagined the conversation over and over, hearing himself fumble for words, searching for a way to explain how much her dominance meant to him without sounding desperate or ungrateful. Finally, unable to carry the weight of his questions any longer, he resolved to talk to Sandra about it.
That evening, they sat down for their customary check-in, and before he could utter a word, Sandra said, “Jason, is something wrong? I know you’re still struggling with me taking a lover, but there seems to be something more.”
It was the perfect opening. She knew him well. Still, he hesitated, unsure how to phrase it without initiating an argument.
“Come on, what’s going on?” she prompted, concern on her face.
Jason took a deep breath and blurted, “Why don’t you discipline me anymore?”
Sandra looked taken aback, falling silent for a moment. Then she replied, “Uh, because I wanted to give you a break. You’ve been so wonderful throughout this process that I felt bad about punishing you. You’ve been incredibly supportive and so sweet; I felt I owed you that.”
Now it was Jason’s turn to be surprised. “But you using the cane on me wasn’t because I had done something wrong anymore. I thought it was more to give you pleasure and relief from work stress. Has the stress lessened?”
“No, if anything, it has increased. My boss announced that they would make the partnership decision by the end of the year. That means I have to ensure I have more wins than anyone and bring in more business. Yes, I have a couple of paralegals now, and they take a lot of the burden off me, but the office stress is off the charts.”
“So, then, you stopped purely for my benefit,” Jason stated.
“Yes,” she confirmed.
“I know you understand that all that we have done together, from caging to teasing and denial, and discipline, is how I service you,” he said.
“Well, yes, but I know it hurts when I discipline you… for several days. And that little bite I take at the end has to be even more painful. Are you saying you like that?” she inquired.
“No, I can’t say I like it, but I also didn’t like it when you caged me, at least not at first. But then I realized that I could, and would, sacrifice my physical pleasure for you, in service to you. In addition to pleasuring you with my mouth, taking on all the duties around here, from cleaning to shopping, and especially taking care of you on a more personal level, like baths, doing your nails, and giving you massages, were also services to you. Taking the cane for you… to give you pleasure and let you take your frustrations out on me was one of the most important services,” Jason explained.
Sandra was truly shocked. “So, you’re saying you feel neglected because I don’t discipline you as often?” Sandra asked incredulously.
“Yes,” Jason said firmly. “It’s therapeutic for you, but also for me, perhaps more so. No, I don’t enjoy it, but like the cage, it was my sacrifice. I can feel the cage all the time, and it’s as if you are there caressing me. After you have disciplined me, and I feel it when I dress, sit, exercise, or even walk, it’s like you are caressing me differently. I look in the mirror and see the bruises and welts, and I only feel love, never regret. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s where my mind is now. I love you so much that I want to sacrifice my comfort, including discipline. It’s a small thing I can do. Something no one else can do for you. Certainly not a lover.”
Tears welled in Sandra’s eyes. “My God, Jason, you’ve just overwhelmed me. I’m almost speechless. My heart is about to explode.” She began to sob.
Jason quickly drew her into his arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Tears also appeared in his eyes.
Sandra looked up at him and said, “No. You didn’t upset me. I was trying to reward you. I didn’t know. I didn’t know how you felt about it, and I should have asked. I don’t even know what to say. I love you more at this moment than I ever thought I could love anyone, ever. I don’t deserve you.”
“Of course you do. You are my life. You saved my life. I don’t know where I would be without you. I do know I couldn’t live without you,” he said sincerely.
Sandra smiled, and as more ears appeared. “We are quite the pair. I am so sorry, I was being selfish, even in my attempt to reward you. I took something away from you and me at the same time, without understanding what it meant to both of us.”
Jason felt his heart swell, too. They had both been right and wrong. He had never made the importance of accepting her discipline clear to her, and she had assumed the discipline was entirely for her benefit and that he was merely enduring it because he had no choice. Certainly, some of that was true, especially in the beginning. But not now, not any longer.
“So, then you want me to provide you with regular discipline again?” she asked.
“Yes, but only if it serves you,” he replied. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it. You are the boss and decide those things.”
“Oh, it does serve me, and it was... is important to me, especially now that I know how you feel. I hope you know what you are doing,” she said, only half jokingly.
“I do,” Jason said firmly. At least he thought he did.
Okay, we can start again tonight,” Sandra said as she stood up. “Get my bath ready, and once we’re done… well, we’ll get back to business. Oh, and by the way, since discipline is going to be a permanent thing, I want you to use your creative magic in the garage to construct some type of sawhorse or something to which I can tie you and use my cane. It doesn’t have to be elaborate, but it's better than bending you over a chair. Arm and leg restraints will be necessary.”
A mix of excitement and fear hit him all at once. The feeling was sharp and close to the surface. He hadn’t expected Sandra to agree so quickly, and her confidence left him breathless. His mind raced with desire for her control, a little fear about what he’d asked for, and anticipation. He wanted this, but it made him nervous, too. He realized he’d made something permanent, something he couldn’t take back. He wished he had more time to adjust and find the courage he thought he had. But it was too late. Sandra was already heading for the door, confident and in charge again. Jason swallowed hard, his heart pounding. Each beat felt louder. He wondered if he’d created a monster, or if he’d just found something wild in himself he couldn’t ignore.
Jason assisted Sandra with her bath, then left her to dress. She favored an alluring ensemble when administering discipline. Today, it consisted of snug white shorts and a daring top that barely concealed her nipples. The cool fabric of the shorts hugged her hips, the sensation a teasing contrast to the warmth rising across her skin. As she pulled the top over her head, it brushed slowly over her breasts, making her shiver at the slight friction. She knew her breasts would be fully revealed during the caning, a sight Jason would unfortunately miss, yet the anticipation sent a tingle across her chest.
Behind closed doors, she reached for her collection of canes. She could see a little blood on the tip of this one, and it sent a chill down her spine. There would be more today. To steel and prepare herself further, she recalled the week’s workplace frustrations. The Friday night diversions couldn't erase the sting of backstabbing and political maneuvering, but now the memory was fresh, fueling a tight heat in her belly. This simmering anger was precisely what she needed. Swishing the cane through the air, she savored the stinging whistle it made, a sharp. Her nipples tightened beneath the thin fabric. The excitement rushing through her made her wonder why she had stopped. While Jason’s perception of the discipline remained a mystery, she understood its potent effect on her, the focus, the power, and the rush of sensation in her own body. She realized now that they both needed this.
She entered the room to find Jason draped over the armchair, his unblemished backside exposed. He possessed a magnificent rear, and she relished painting it red and purple with swollen welts. Then, a sudden realization halted her. She couldn't fathom why it hadn't occurred to her sooner. She circled to face Jason, positioning herself where he could clearly see her. This was a gesture she sometimes employed when granting him a respite. She adored witnessing his tear-streaked countenance. This time, however, the first blow had yet to fall.
She gently placed a finger beneath his chin, tilting his gaze to meet hers. She could see fear in his eyes, and it was incredibly exciting. "Remember when we discussed me pegging you, and I said we'd wait a while?"
A shiver coursed through Jason's spine. His mouth was too parched to form words, so he nodded.
"Well, a while has passed. It's time you began preparing for your pegging. I know you’re apprehensive, but you were fearful of the cage, and scared of the caning, and yet now you endure, and I daresay, ‘enjoy’ both. It will be the same with pegging. I've done extensive research, and I know that when performed correctly, it is immensely pleasurable for the man. I want you to experience that pleasure. I want you to know the sensation of something entering you. As we discussed, it’s an exceptionally effective method for prostate massage, contributing to your health. It also offers what some describe as a full-body climax, without ejaculation or a refractory period."
Jason’s found his voice. "Can't we wait a little longer? We still have so much to sort out with you choosing a lover."
Sandra offered a smile. "We can manage more than one thing at a time. Besides, I find the notion of you experiencing penetration appealing, especially as I prepare to welcome my first real cock in years. We'll share a common ground. Therefore, tomorrow, you will commence practice with the smallest plug. I expect you to wear it for as long as you can, gradually increasing the duration each day. Once you can comfortably accommodate it, you will progress to the next size, and so forth. You have two weeks to prepare."
"But, I thought the doctor said it could take a month or so?" Jason pleaded, his voice laced with desperation.
"She did, but I'm accelerating the timeline to coincide with my taking a lover. I believe it will be both symbolic and fitting. Now, let us proceed with your discipline. I deem fifty strokes to be the standard now, but because you never said anything to me about needing the discipline, I must add ten more. It’s been a couple of weeks since your last session, and your ass has totally healed, so it can take more."
Jason moaned. He wondered if it had been a good idea to encourage her to continue disciplining him. Now, he would pay dearly. In fact, he believed he would feel the discipline more acutely because his backside would be more tender.
Sandra moved behind Jason, tapping the cane against his buttocks as was her custom, to gauge the precise distance. The initial strike caught him off guard, causing him to arch upward with a sharp cry. The impact of the cane against yielding flesh reverberated through the otherwise silent room. A welt immediately bloomed on his skin. A shiver traced Sandra's spine, and she felt a flush of arousal. She knew she had to control herself, take her time, and make it last.
After twenty strokes, Jason was sobbing, and his tears were running down his cheeks. At thirty, he had found his way into subspace. The pain persisted, but it was sufficiently muted to allow him to bear it. Sandra offered no respite, delivering each stroke with unwavering force until she reached fifty-eight. She paused, letting him know the last two were coming. She had to be precise in delivering the last to if she was to get the result she wanted. It was all in the wrist and took a whipping motion to bring the force to the tip of the cane and draw just a tiny bit of blood.
The last two brought out a scream from him. The pain was intense, but he knew it was over, and that brought him relief.
Now, Jason's formally white, blemish-free backside was a tapestry of angry, crisscrossing welts, extending from the crests of his cheeks to the backs of his thighs. Sandra barely registered the extent of her actions until the session concluded. She had experienced multiple orgasms during the caning. The moment she finished, she guided Jason to the chair in the breakfast nook and instructed him to position himself beneath it. She secured his wrists to the cuffs and settled onto the seat.
The light inside the small confined space came on the instant he was in place. Now his vision was filled with Sandra's glistening lips, swollen and dripping. The pain in his buttocks receded as the scent of her permeated the tiny space. It was a familiar smell and one that never failed to turn him on.
A heartbeat later, Sandra felt Jason's tongue, and she began to climax anew. Several climaxes later, she moved forward, allowing him to worship her rear opening. As usual, she climaxed again.
Afterward, Sandra assisted Jason to the bathroom, where she performed her ritual of gently applying the prescribed cream to his swollen buttocks. She cherished this act, as it allowed her to trace the welts and feel the heat radiating from his engorged, bruised flesh. He moaned softly as he lay across her lap, already sensing the cream’s soothing effect.
That night, Jason slept on his stomach, a familiar position after his discipline. Sleep did not come easily; his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Events were unfolding so rapidly that it was difficult to grasp them one at a time. He had received the discipline he craved, but Sandra had provided more than he anticipated. True to her nature, she had not gone easy on him. But he understood and expected that. But now, the prospect of pegging filled him with dread, yet he knew he would endure; he had no alternative.
Somewhere inside, a part of him wondered if this fear would eventually melt into fascination, just as it had with the cane and the cage. The memory of his own shifting desires unsettled him almost as much as Sandra’s plans to begin pegging him. Perhaps she was right, as she often was these days; he might even come to enjoy it. He certainly hoped so, for it was inevitable, regardless of his feelings.
The next two weeks were busy. Sandra told Jason to get ready for pegging, and he did, working up to the biggest plug, even though it hurt. Sandra wanted to try it before Darien, who was delayed another week, came home. She also hoped for another date with Andre. During this time, Sandra met the last two men they had picked. They were friendly, but neither compared to Darien or even Andre. She gave them oral sex in front of the doorbell camera so Jason could watch. After each date, she felt restless, her thoughts drifting back to Darien’s calm confidence and gentle touch. None of the others gave her the same spark. Sandra decided Darien was the one. She also felt a connection to Andre; he was young, sweet, and well-endowed, but she knew she needed more. Still, she got excited whenever Andre texted, even if he wasn’t a long-term choice. She wanted to see him again.
That week, she managed to see him again on Friday night. He had to fly out the next day to meet a semi-pro baseball team. She told herself it was just one last night together, and that made her sad, but she still felt a rush of excitement. Even though she wanted to sleep with him, she stuck to her plan.
But things didn’t go as planned. They were supposed to go dancing and visit bars with his friends, then she would bring him home. It would have been the first time Sandra brought a lover home, and she knew Andre was a little nervous. Then Andre called to say his old truck had broken down and he couldn’t make it. Sandra felt frustrated as everything seemed to fall apart.
She thought about calling an Uber, but Jason offered to drive her instead. Sandra liked the idea because it meant she and Andre could drink without worrying about getting home. Still, she felt a bit guilty about Jason waiting in the car while she had fun. He told her he could meet up with some old friends and be ready when she needed him, which made her feel better.
Jason gasped when he saw Sandra, ready to go out that evening. She wore a white dress that barely covered her thighs and had a deep neckline. The fabric hugged her skin and moved with her, hinting at her legs. In the light, it shimmered and was almost see-through in places, showing glimpses of her body. The dress swayed with her hips, the hem brushing her bare skin, making her feel both elegant and bold. Jason hadn’t seen this dress before and guessed she had bought it for her date. It was nothing like the casual outfit she wore to the concert.
“You look amazing, ” he said. “I assume you bought that dress for your date.”
“Yes, I did. It will be the last time I see him for a while, if ever, so I wanted something special. What do you think?” she asked.
“As I said, amazing,” Jason replied, feeling a bit jealous that she hadn’t bought a new dress for him in a while.
Then Sandra said, “And look.” She pulled the hem up to reveal that she wasn’t wearing panties.
Jason gasped.
“I realized the dress is so thin you can see panties, even white ones. So, I decided not to wear any,” Sandra laughed. Jason felt nervous as she linked her arm with his, and they walked to the SUV.
Things went even better than Sandra expected. Jason dropped them off at a dance club and then went to meet his friends. Andre set up rides to other bars with his friends, so Jason wouldn’t need to pick them up until later. Sandra could tell Andre’s friends were impressed with her, and she made sure they knew she was with him. They kissed often, and she even got bold enough to reach under the table and grab his large penis. His eyes widened, and she just smiled.
Since neither of them had to drive, they both drank more than usual and got pretty tipsy. It was late when Sandra called Jason to pick them up. He could tell right away they’d had a bit too much. It wasn’t a surprise when Sandra got into the back of his SUV with Andre. They were giggling and laughing, clearly having fun. Jason didn’t pay much attention until the conversation suddenly stopped.
When he glanced in the mirror, he was shocked to see them kissing. Andre’s hands were tangled in Sandra’s hair, his fingers threaded through the silky strands, while Sandra's lips parted eagerly for him, their hungry breaths mingling. The low hum of the SUV’s tires on the pavement mixed with the faint, wet sounds of their mouths meeting. Sandra’s laugh melted into a gasp as Andre slid his hand up her thigh, fingers slipping beneath the soft fabric of her dress and gliding slowly along her bare, heated skin. Her back arched, hips tilting forward, and she trembled as his touch grew bolder, his palm cupping her exposed flesh where panties would have been. The scent of perfume and sweat filled the confined air, sweet and musky, wrapping around Jason like a fog. A soft, desperate moan escaped from Sandra’s lips, barely audible above the gentle rustle of fabric and the sharp intake of her breath.
Jason realized, with a jolt of jealousy and excitement, that Andre was touching her, his fingers hidden between her thighs, slipping through slick, delicate folds, teasing her wet lips and coaxing more gasps from her. Jason's pulse pounded in his ears, his own breathing harsh and uneven. Each time they passed under a streetlight, brief flashes illuminated Sandra, grinding desperately against Andre’s hand, her eyes glazed and half-lidded, Andre’s mouth hungrily moving on hers. Despite everything, Jason’s penis strained uncomfortably in its cage while a persistent ache settled low in his belly. He gripped the wheel with sweaty hands, torn between watching the road and surrendering to the addictive, forbidden sounds and sights filling the back seat.
At a red light, he looked back and saw Andre’s hand still under her dress, and Sandra’s hand working at his zipper. Jason’s heart raced, and he started breathing faster. He couldn’t believe how far they were going right there in the back seat.
A horn honked, and he realized the light was green. His hands shook on the wheel, heart pounding. When he looked back again, he couldn’t see Sandra. His heart started to race. He couldn’t believe she was actually going to suck him in the back seat.
To Be Continued
