Meet My Wife. Book 3

Disclaimer: This book contains explicit scenes and adult language. Reader discretion advised.

Lunch consisted of Chef's salads for the adults, with hot dogs for the kids. I met the cook, whose name was Bonnie. Tracy had showered and changed from her work out gear to a Kaftan for the meal. She also greeted the kids warmly, so you could see they weren't just Rodney's responsibility. She planted kisses on each of their foreheads and gave their shoulders a squeeze as she greeted them. Basically, I could see any child of mine would be well treated here.

Tracy tended to dominate the conversation once she joined us. Rodney automatically deferred to her. Her conversation was mostly with me, though she asked questions of Laura as well. Several times, Laura was fiddling with the phone, playing with Jeri during the day.

"What is it that has you so involved in that phone you keep paying attention to?" Tracy asked.

"I'm sorry, Mistress, but Sir's ex-wife submitted to him for a day and he put a toy inside of her. He felt he should pay more attention to you and Rodney, so tasked me with playing with the toy's controls to keep her on edge."

"What kind of toy," Franklin asked. "A dinosaur, a train, a car?"

"More like a mouse," I said. "It tickles her, and makes her jumpy. Kind of like tickling you with a feather. I can tickle you if you'd like?"

"No. I don't like being tickled."

"I suspect she doesn't either, but I'm tickling her anyway."

"That's amusing," Tracy said. "What is it?"

"A Lush 3."

"I've heard of those. Does it work?"

"I've used it several times to good effect," I said. "It generally puts a woman in the mood. It has a music mode. It's nice to wear to a concert, or listening to the radio blasting in the car. I've never tried it out dancing, but I suspect it might make it hard to dance."

Lunch over, Tracy said, "I think it's time to see what we're working with here. Anna, can you please see to the children. I'm sure Jeremy needs a short nap."

"Of course, ma'am. Come along kids."

"Brick, it's time to see what you're made of," Tracy said, taking my hand.

"As you wish," I said, standing, "but let's be clear about one thing."

"What's that?" Tracy said.

"I'm not your husband, and I'm not your bitch."

Tracy smiled. "That's what they all say."

I smiled back. The three of us followed her back to the bedroom. Laura and Rodney automatically took their clothes off. Good girl.

"Take off your clothes," Tracy said.

"Take off yours. You've got less on," I replied.

I sat on the bed and waited expectantly. Tracy nodded and took off her Kaftan. She had nothing on underneath it. They were some big hooters. Bigger than I was used to seeing. Brenda had some fairly large boobs, D cups I thought. Tracy's were bigger, so double D, or E. What did I know. You can't have boobs that big without gravity affecting them. Not that they drooped or anything. They were surprising upright and firm looking, making me think of surgical help, but they looked real.

I reached out my hand and she took it. "You want help undressing?"

"Nope." I pulled her down over my lap and smacked her ass a few times. More than five, less than ten. Rodney's eyes were huge. Laura was smiling. I pushed her onto the floor.

"I'm not your bitch. Are we clear?" I said. "I'm not ALL, but I am saying."

Tracy rubbed her ass a couple times. "You made yourself pretty clear."

I pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto the bed. "Lie back and spread your legs. Let's take a look at the Slut I'm fucking next."

Tracy did as I ordered. "Play with yourself. I want to see how quickly you juice up."

She smiled at me and started masturbating, switching off between her large clit and damp folds, shoving two fingers in herself. I was wearing a loose button down shirt, so I didn't have to contort as much for my ribs. I started on the buttons, watching her finger herself. Slipped that off, kicked off my boat shoes, then dropped my pants, tossing them to Rodney.

"Hang those up neatly, cuck, then get over here so you can put my cock in your wife."

"Yes, sir."

While he hung them up, I dropped my boxer briefs. I swear, Tracy's nostrils flared when she saw it.

"Oh, you are the fat one, aren't you."

"I'm going to need Rodney's cage key?"

"Why?"

"Because after I've fucked you into a coma, Laura is going to release his cock and suck him off, while I take photos and video for her husband."

Rodney came back. He was practically shaking.

"He's not going to fuck anyone."

"He's fucking you. One fucking for each orgasm over eight in an hour, as you promised, but you'll be asleep when I'm finished, because I'm going to fuck you for two. But he will get sucked off by Laura. I have to keep her husband happy and she needs new males to have sex with. She's already fucked me. That leaves your husband."

"You're not going to fuck me for two hours."

"Maybe longer. A bet. If I do fuck you for over two, Rodney is going to fuck your ass while I'm in your cunt later tonight. You say his dick isn't large enough to feel in your cunt, but you'll feel him in your ass, especially if I'm in your cunt at the same time."

"What do I get if you lose."

"I'll be your bitch for a week."

"That's a bet. I'll spank you a lot harder and longer than you spanked me. I'll need a much larger cock cage for you."

"Hand me his key. Laura keep track of Mistress Tracy's orgasms after I shove my cock into her."

"Yes, Sir."

Tracy handed me the key to his cock cage. She'd been playing with herself for ten minutes, getting herself warmed up for me. I pulled her to the edge of the bed so I could fuck her standing. I wasn't an idiot. I set the timer on my watch for an hour. Rodney lined my cock up with his wife's fuck hole and I slammed into her. She climaxed.

"One orgasm."

"Oh, fuck" she moaned. "You're so fucking fat."

I fucked her pretty fast and furious for fifteen minutes, giving her four more orgasms in that time, calling them off. Then I slowed down for the next fifteen minutes. She only had three more during that time, but I was already up to eight. Rodney was going to fuck his wife for the first time in eight years. He knew it too. His dick was trying to get hard.

Speeding up again, I shafted her hard, fast and deep, using every inch of my prick. Tracy started getting loud and vocal.

"Fuck me! I'm cumming again. Oh, fuuuucccckkkkk mmeeeeee!" Tracy screamed. "This is how a man fucks, Cuck. You've never fucked me like this. He's splitting me in two. Fuck me!"

Or words to that effect. You get the picture. She climaxed five more times during that hard fucking. I slowed down again, really slow. Tracy had all the time in the world to feel my cock spread her cunt with each slow thrust. She climaxed three more times before my hour alarm went off. Eight good fuckings for Rodney. My cock was coated in her pussy cream after sixteen orgasms. Now, to avoid becoming her bitch for a week.

"Setting my timer for another hour," I said, pausing long enough to hit reset.