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Story Codes: Male/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Hot Wife, Cheating

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as it’s
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.

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Author Note: Hi, mypenname3000 here. I was paid by Abby to write this story for her friend’s birthday. She also added some of her own twists to it. Happy birthday. I hope you enjoy it.

Balancing mind-control was such a chore, but it had its perks.

I slipped the device into my pocket. The gold beads outweighed the red ones right now, and I was horny. “Excuse me,” I said to the young woman. She was pretty in a tank top that hugged her figure, her nice-sized tits jiggling. She had been jogging, her skin glistening. I had to get her to take out her headphones before I say anything more “Tell me the truth, when was the last time someone ate you out until your legs shook?”

I felt the click of a red bead dropping into one side of the device and a gold bead falling out of the other, but it was still weighted to the gold. So I could enjoy this.

“My girlfriend ate me out about a month ago, but it’s been a lot longer since a man licked my slit” She had a shocked expression on her face as if she couldn’t believe she had just said those words out loud to a stranger. “Why did I just tell you that?”

Perfect. I thought. She will do quite nicely.”

I ignored her question “Thank you for telling me the truth. You have wanted to change that for a while now. I would be willing to help you if you follow me and then you will suck my cock until I finish cumming and you can get back to your workout feeling refreshed. You will not feel guilty about satisfying this desire and will only share this memory if it will not hurt someone else.”

I felt the four more beads clink.

It was a selfish use of the device, but I was horny. It happened, plus because I hadn’t directly told her to orgasm, just given her the desire, her orgasm would help weigh the device back.

The woman followed me around the corner, a smile on her face. I moved out of sight of the rest of the park. I hadn’t meant to do this. I glanced down at the wedding ring on my finger. I shouldn’t be cheating on my wife, but…

“Shit,” I muttered. I shouldn’t have shown up so early. I should have left the Balance in the car until the meeting. I should have. But I didn’t. “Shit, shit, shit.”

I got on my knees and pulled her tiny shorts down to her ankles. Her pussy glistened. I gave it a teasing lick. It was tart, tangy, and salty with sweat, but with a hint of vanilla body wash that must have been from her morning shower. I gave it a nice long lick and started to suck on her clit.

She moaned.

I stopped and looked up at her, putting a finger to my lips to remind her to be silent. My tongue swirled around her clit and after only a minute or two I could feel her body getting tense. I inserted a finger inside of her pussy and she shuttered.

I didn’t stop and plunged them in and out of her silky hole while I flicked her swollen clit with my tongue. She started to rock back into me, her hands gripping into my hair. She shuttered again, but I didn’t let up. I inserted a second finger and her tight hole stretched to accommodate my digit. She squeaked in pleasure as she pushed down onto my hand.

I could feel her heat building. I continued my movements, loving how much pleasure I could bring to a complete stranger. She only lasted another minute until I felt her body stiffen, the walls around my fingers squeezed, her legs shaking. The high I got from making her cum was almost as good as what I knew was coming next.

I made sure that she had a moment to catch her breath before standing and shoving my hand into my jogging shorts.

I pulled out my cock. The woman just smiled and dropped to her knees. Those tits of hers bounced in her top. She leaned forward and engulfed my cock. The warmth of her mouth was so good. It felt so nice around my dick. I shuddered as she worked up and down my cock.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of her mouth around my rod. Her tongue danced about it. She suckled with such passion on me. I shuddered, my hand clutching the device.

CLICK!

I felt the gold bead drop from the orgasm I had just given.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, careful not to give her an order. That would cause a red bead to drop into the right side. Too many reds, and I wasn’t allowed to orgasm. I could only experience pleasure if there were more gold beads. “Damn.”

She bobbed her head, nursing hard on me. I just let her do that. I enjoyed the pleasure of this moment. It was a fantastic moment. She nursed hard on me. It was an incredible moment. Her tongue flicked around my cock. She moaned around it, eager to please because of the command.

I rose toward my orgasm. My nuts tightened. Her mouth felt so good. I shuddered, my nuts tightening. She suckled with such passion, wanting to obey me. The Balance made sure of it, that cursed fucking device. Her tongue stroked around my cock.

“Yes!” I groaned and erupted.

My cock spurted cum into her mouth. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars flashed across my vision. It was an incredible thrill to have that pleasure shooting through me. It was an amazing moment to dump my load into her mouth.

She swallowed it all. She gulped down my cum. I grunted, spurting more and more of my spunk into her mouth. The world spun around me. It was an amazing moment. My heart pounded in my chest. Stars flashed across my vision. I felt incredible.

“Damn!” I groaned as I erupted a last time.

She suckled on me until she realized I was done. She jumped to her feet, those tits bouncing, and jogged off. I panted as I stared at her heading off. She had such a nice ass, too. I sighed and shoved my cock in my jogging shorts. That wasn’t why I was here; I was just so fucking horny.

I pulled out the device. It looked like an hourglass, but it didn’t have sand. On one side, it held beads. Each one was a command. On the other side were golden beads. Each represented a time I gave a person an orgasm. Not by command, but by my skill. If there were more gold beads, I could cum, too. If there were more red beads…

Well, nothing would get me off. It was the fucking worst.

It used to be so easy to get gold beads. My wife, Melissa, used to be a horny thing. A firecracker. I could easily go down on her once or twice a day. Plus fuck her. That would keep the gold beads ahead of the reds, which I used to make our lives better.

The device was a trap. A fucking trap. You can rely on it, then one day, your wife loses her sex drive. I never wanted to cheat on her, but… once it started…

I headed off to the park bench. Mr. Sawyer would be here soon. He was a billionaire who paid all our bills. The man was loaded, so he could easily afford the mortgage on my house, our car payments, and utilities. It was a drop in the bucket, but I had to reinforce the commands every three months.

They never lasted more than a hundred days which I had discovered in the beginning.

He was sitting there in his suit. A Wall Street type guy who lived out on Long Island like us. I sank onto the bench beside him. He glanced at me, nodding. He was always friendly to me. He thought of me as his best friend. Why…?

“I’m your best friend,” I said, the red bead clinking to the right. “You are happy to keep paying my mortgage,” another red bead, “my car payments,” a third bead, “and my utilities.” A final clink.

“Of course,” he said. “I like you, Jack.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“You should come over for dinner some time,” said Mr. Sawyer. I blinked. That was new. “How about this Friday. Bring the wife.”

“Er, sure,” I said. “Be back here in three months on September 13th.” Three months away and a fifth red bead.

He nodded and we chatted. We were friends, after all. I didn’t hold onto the device, so I wouldn’t give any accidental commands. I had a feeling it had tilted to the red. I would have to make someone cum at least once. The fucking jogger in the park again. I thought with my dick.

We had the dinner set up, and he left. That was new, but Melissa would be happy. Damn, I had to use a red bead on her. Two, actually. One way to forget she had actually used the device. That had been a whole clusterfuck a decade ago. Now I had to make my wife forget she had ever seen it. The other was to accept the fact that a rich guy paid our bills.

I stared at the device. That would be three orgasms I had to give without being able to cum.

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“Dinner sounds fun,” my wife said that night after I used the two red beads on her. “I can’t wait.”

“Me, either,” I said. I put my hand on her wrist. She was an artist, and she was happy selling her art for a modest amount. Nothing that could come close to paying for our bills. As for me, I did volunteer work. It was rewarding. I didn’t have to charge a salary for it, too.

A way to give back.

A way to justify a billionaire paying all of my bills.

I stroked my hand up and down her thighs. I needed to give out three orgasms before I could cum, and I was horny. I caressed up and down her. She just shook her head, rubbing at her temple. Another headache and an apology.

I nodded and kissed her on the cheek.

It was time to get on the local NSFW message board. I spent the night trying to arrange things. I had hooked up with a few women before, late at night. My wife was a heavy sleeper. I never wanted her to find out, but… tonight, nothing. Nor did any of the women I messaged respond.

“Fuck,” I muttered, hard and unable to do anything about it.

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Over the week before the dinner, I managed to bring pleasure to a few women. I traveled for my charity work, and arrangements were easier to make a hotel room. I went to the same few cities. In Miami, I had Katie. She tasted divine. Her pussy was so sweet.

I ate her out once. She wanted to reciprocate, but I had to make some BS excuse to get her out of the hotel room. My cock throbbed so bad from lack of orgasm, I couldn’t continue with her that evening. I also had to do that with the woman I brought up from the hotel bar in Miami before my second night with Katie. I started by going down on her.

“I love the way your beard feels against my pussy!” she moaned as she humped her shaved pussy on me. “Yes!”

She came. It was delicious. I drowned in her pussy cream. I had the device with me. I made a pretense of wanting to have a drink. I went to the hotel room’s mini fridge. I had some alcohol in it along with the device. I touched it. If I didn’t, the golden bead from giving her an orgasm wouldn’t move, and I still wouldn’t be able to cum. I had forgotten the Balance on a trip once, and that had been miserable.

The golden beads spilled out, tipping the Balance.

Finally, I could cum.

I fucked her hard. I gloried in being able to cum. She orgasmed, too.

Another golden bead. The balance was shifting in my favor.

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I had two more golden beads than red ones. They would slowly return to the device. There was a limit to how much on each side. Too many commands or too much giving pleasure would destroy the device. I had no idea what would happen then.

It was all about balance.

Melissa looked great in a black party dress. “Let me see the back? Oh yes! You’re beautiful,” I told my wife. “As radiant as the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

She was standing before the mirror. She was forty this year, and I was forty-three. She was still slender, her breasts still taut. She had a great ass, too. She had her dark-blonde hair falling in waves to her shoulders. I came up behind her, my face rugged with my beard, my dark hair peppered with gray.

“And you’re still handsome,” she said. Her blue eyes sparkled. They could be as inviting as a tropical lagoon or as frosty as glacial ice. “Mmm, I can’t believe we haven’t been to your friend’s house for dinner, and he’s been helping us out for twenty years.”

“I know,” I said, shocked at myself. I hoped tonight, my wife would feel in the mood. A nice night out.

I could use the device, but… Melissa was my wife. I shouldn’t have to mind-control her to get some pussy.

We headed off to Mr. Sawyer’s house. Bill Sawyer. We soon arrived and rang the doorbell.

He answered it in a gray-blue polo and khaki slacks. He smiled and beckoned us in. He was pushing sixty, but was still in great shape. I knew he was married, his third marriage, and I hadn’t met his new wife. As soon as she came around the corner into the front hall, my jaw dropped.

One of my more recent travel locations had been in Massachusetts. Mr. Sawyer had suggested it. He kept an eye out for places for my charity could help during his own travels and had recently set up some meetings with his contacts in the area.

While there I had met a lovely woman at the hotel bar. She had been there two of the four nights I was in town and we had struck up a conversation. She was only a few years younger than myself. The device had been weighted to the gold at that time and so I had no need to have a woman come up to my room. Plus she wore a rather large stone on the third finger of her left hand and hadn’t wanted to potentially ruin her marriage.

The woman sauntering down the hall had red hair and green eyes. She was a curvy woman with large breasts that appeared natural. They filled out her dress. So did her rump. She wasn’t fat, but she was coming close. Thicc was the term, right? My cock ached. It had been three days since I returned from Miami, and my wife hadn’t been in the mood.

I put my hand into my pants pocket. The device was there. Why did I bring it? I was going to do something stupid.

“This is my wife, Lindsey,” said Mr. Sawyer. “Lindsey, this is Jack and his wife, Melissa. I’ve been supporting his charity for years.”

“He’s been generous,” I said.

“I’ve heard so much about you,” said Lindsey with a smile. She had an enchanting smile. “I just had to meet you. I insisted that Bill invite you. He’s been so rude not to.”

If she wasn’t going to acknowledge that we had met previously, then neither was I.

“I hope you like lobster,” she said, smiling at us. “I adore it. I grew up in Boston.”

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All through dinner, I couldn’t help but stare at Lindsey’s cleavage. She sat across from me. This vivacious thing. Melissa was gorgeous, too, but there was something mesmerizing about this new woman. Her red hair flashed as she tossed her head, her boobs jiggling as she laughed.

My dick was hard. I ached. Ideas were surging through my mind. I could afford to give a selfish command. It was so dumb. We could be easily caught, but if it was just a quickie, right? That would be fine.

I couldn’t give everyone commands—and I hated giving my wife commands—but…

I gripped the device and said to Mr. Sawyer, “Keep my wife entertained outside of the living room and distracted.”

“Of course,” he said, inviting my wife for a look at his art collection. Her eyes lit up.

Lindsey was gathering up the dishes, smiling at me. “You don’t have to help.”

“I want to,” I said and gripped the device. “First, though, you are going to answer all of my questions truthfully”

The red bead clicked over.

“Did you know who I was when we met at the hotel?” I asked

“Of course I did. I suggested Bill set you up with meetings and then happened to be in the area visiting family that same week”

“Why?”

“I wanted to meet the man Bill has been pouring money into for the last 20 years. Understand why he refers to you as his best friend even though you have never even been over for dinner”

“And?” I asked, a puzzled expression crossing my face.

“That you must be one of the most genuine men I have ever met. Not to mention attractive in a way that is beyond the physical.” She replied, a smile on her lips and a gleam in her eye

“Does Bill know?”

“As far as he knows, we are meeting for the first time tonight.”

I had used all of my controls for the night if I still wanted to be able to cum while fucking Melissa later that night. I dared not risk that stupid decision I had been considering.

I helped Lindsey finish cleaning off the table as we continued to chat. She was fun and easy to talk to and if I didn’t know better, I would have thought she was flirting with me. After we had cleared everything, we poured four glasses of port and went to go find the rest of the dinner party.

My wife admiring the art. She hadn’t noticed my absence. I watched as Mr. Sawyer did his part. He distracted her with his art while I pretended to be here the entire time. I hated the guilt. I missed the days when my wife was enough.

When she had passion. When I could fuck her from behind, and she could cum.

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Balance…

I stared at the device. It had red beads and gold beads. If I had too many of one over the other, the device would shatter. Too many reds, and I would never cum again. Too many gold, and everyone would know how I used them. It was a cursed device.

I loved it.

I hated it.

The next morning after the dinner, I was puttering around the house. My wife was painting. Last night, she had been too tired to have sex. I knew her drive had vanished on her while mine was out of control. I had needs.

I had a balance of gold. I had time before I had to give a lot of commands. I could indulge.

Cheat on my wife again.

No. I couldn’t. The guilt I felt was becoming too much. I went to Melissa and told her that we needed a divorce. The look on her face was more painful than I could have imagined. There was no yelling, nothing thrown, just nothing. She packed a bag and went to stay with her best friend for the remainder of the weekend. I would be traveling again the next week and she said we could talk when I got back.

Upon my return, I found my most of my clothes and personal belongings packed into two large suitcases. Melissa said that if I was serious about divorce, I couldn’t stay in our home. I reluctantly agreed to a three month trial separation and the possibility of marriage counseling afterwards before filing paperwork. She was cold to me and I worried that I had made the wrong decision. But she didn’t deserve a cheating husband and I couldn’t keep the guilt down any more.

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I put the bags into my trunk and drove down of the street and pulled over, just out of site of the house. I didn’t know where I was going to go or what my next move was.

“You are suck a fuckhead. Stupid. What did you think was going to happen?” I started to berate myself. But as I sat there trying to formulate a plan, my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number. It also wasn’t identified as ‘Spam Likely’ by my phone. Curious, I picked it up and said, “Jack Howard, CEO Disaster Relief.”

“Hi Jack, it’s Lindsey,” said the woman purring on the other end.

My dick grew so hard, she was a lively woman. Had she had been flirting with me the other night?

“I just… I need to talk to you again.” Her voice was sultry. “Maybe we could have lunch at the Washington?”

The Washington wasn’t just a restaurant, but a hotel. My cock lurched hard. “You sure.”

“Yes,” she groaned. “I need to talk to you about Bill and me”

I stomach dropped. I hadn’t actually done anything wrong, but would the mind control be enough to keep Bill at bay if he thought I was having an affair with his wife? I need to know more. “I’ll be there around noon.”

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She greeted me with a hug. She held on tight, her head resting right on my shoulder. A bit too intimate for an acquaintance. I hugged her back and we sat down.

“I need to tell you something.” She took a deep breath. “Bill and I have an open relationship. We have since we were dating. I knew that he had taken other mistresses before and it had lead to the divorce of his last two marriages. When you have that kind of money, what can you expect. He thinks that if anyone knew he would loose respect. Cheating on your wife is one thing, letting your wife sleep around is another. He has to approve of anyone that I want to be with and after turning down so many guys I found, I finally decided to go after one I knew he already liked.”

I was flabbergasted. I had suspected that Mr. Sawyer had cheated before. You can’t be friends with someone for as long as we have been and not read between the lines. But an open relationship. That was a new one. “What does this have to do with me?” I asked.

“He likes you. I like you. He said yes.”

Then the realization of what this meant hit me. I would be able to fuck Lindsey and not worry about Mr. Sawyer finding out and cutting off the good thing I had going. Maybe things really were starting to shift in my favor.

“I know you are married and so it would have..”

I stopped her right there. “As of this morning we are separated.”

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry to hear it” She said, trying to keep the glee out of her voice.

“Yeah, it is what it is” I replied.

From that moment on, it was obvious that we were going to end up in a hotel room. She was wearing a stunning dress. A green thing that lifted those breasts and hugged her curves. She had a mother’s figure, not perfect, but that just made her more exciting.

We had a light lunch.

I kissed her on the elevator ride up to our room. She had already arranged it before I had arrived. I couldn’t get enough of her. I felt twenty, like I had when I married Melissa right before I found the Balance. I kissed this beautiful woman, delighting in her curves pressed against me. My whiskers rasped on her face. She trembled.

The elevator dinged.

She sprang from me and out the doors, laughing. I groaned, following her as she darted down the halls like a girl and not a MILF. She reached the door, pressing the keycard against it. She vanished into it, and the door closed. I darted forward, catching it.

She stood at the end of the short hallway, the sunlight streaming in behind her, setting her red hair aglow. She beckoned to me. I groaned and rushed to her, pushing away any guilt. If Melissa… I stopped that thought. We were separated.

I engulfed Lindsey in my arms, kissing her. I was drunk on her, my head buzzing. Her lips tasted delicious, a hint of the sweet wine with our lunch. I turned and pushed her toward the bed. She shuddered as she hit it.

She broke our kiss and moaned, “Strip me! I want to be naked. Yours!”

She turned around, sweeping back her hair so I could unzip her dress. I tugged it down, her naked back appearing. No bra. The dress must provide its own support. Naked, she wiggled out of it. She spun about, her eyes sparkling bright. She looked so eager. She bit her lower lip.

“Damn,” I groaned as she pushed down her down, revealing a black thong vanishing between her plump butt-cheeks. I didn’t mind the little stretch marks. She was a mother. A woman. Not some airbrushed bimbo.

She spun around, her tits heavy and nipples hard. I cupped those soft mounds, squeezing them. She moaned as I did that. I loved the feel of her in my hands. My fingers dug into them. I ducked my head down and latched onto her nipple.

She gasped as I did that. It felt so good to have her nub in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her areola. She trembled as my hands kneaded those wonderful nipples. I loved having a fat nipple in my mouth. My beard rasped on her breast.

I popped my mouth off this nipple and attacked the other. I engulfed it. I suckled on her with all that I had. She groaned as I did that. Her passion echoed through the air as I loved her nub. My cock was so hard. Her hands untucked my polo shirt.

She pulled it off me. I broke away as I thrust my arms up into the air. She groaned at the sight of me. She quivered there in her thong, her pussy clearly freshly shaved. She sat on the bed, her boobs swaying. Her stomach had a few stretch marks, too, but she kept herself in good shape.

“Gorgeous,” I groaned, my dick so hard.

I was skilled at eating pussy. I loved to do it. The easiest way to make a woman cum was with cunnilingus. The easiest way to earn gold beads.

I ripped her thong down her legs. She shuddered as her shaved pussy came fully into view, her pussy lips thick and pink. They dripped with her excitement. A rich, tart aroma filled my nose. I groaned, hungering for her.

“Jack!” she squealed as I buried my bearded face into her bald twat. “Yes, yes, yes!”

I feasted on her, my whiskers rasping on her pussy lips. She squeezed her thicc thighs around my head, holding me to her cunt. Her hand on the back of my head, pulling on my hair for purchase. I stroked my tongue up and down her pussy lips. She humped against me, her gasps echoing through the room.

“That’s so good!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s amazing!”

I buried my tongue into her pussy. I stroked around in her twat. It was such a wonderful treat to feast on her like this. She whimpered, her entire body trembling. She humped against me as I loved her pussy. I stroked my tongue through her snatch.

It was so good to feast on her. It was a wonderful treat. Her tart juices filled my mouth. The married MILF quivered against me. She moaned louder and louder. I wanted to make her burst. Just drown in her pussy cream.

My tongue stroked over her bud. I caressed that little clit.

“Oh, Jack!” she squealed, her tits bouncing. “You’re so good. Oh, my god! You’re so amazing! Oh, oh, oh!”

I suckled on her hard, knowing she was about to burst. She undulated against me, her passion about to explode from her. She tossed her head back and forth. Her hands gripped her boobs. I nibbled on her clit, my whiskers rubbing against her pussy lips.

“Jack!” she howled.

Her tart juices gushed out of her cunt.

I drowned in the MILF’s married passion. I licked through Lindsey’s folds. I stroked up and down her hot flesh, gathering up that wonderful passion. I was so glad to make her feel so good. Her passion echoed through the hotel room. My dick was so hard in my pants.

“Oh, oh, Jack,” she moaned as she shuddered there. Her boobs jiggled. I was entranced with the sight of them quivering back and forth. “Mmm, that was sooooo good. I needed that, but… What about you?”

I lifted my face from her pussy and rose. My cock tented my slacks. I undid my belt as she sat up. Her hands shot to my pants. She unzipped my fly and undid my fastener. She yanked my pants and my boxers off. My cock came out. She gripped it, stroking up and down me.

“Oh, I need this in me,” she moaned as she pulled me toward her. “I need to be mounted by a new man! I haven’t in so, so long!”

Her emerald eyes burned so hot. I shuddered as she drew me down on her. I settled on her as she slid her thicc thighs around my waist. She pulled my cock down to her pussy. I settled down on her, loving the feel of her breasts against my chest.

She kissed me.

Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I groaned as I made out with her. It was so good to kiss her like this. She whimpered as she squirmed beneath me. I loved the flavor of her passion on my lips. She pressed me into her pussy.

I buried into her cunt. I sank to the hilt in her hot flesh. It was so good to enter her cunt. She moaned into my mouth as more and more of my cock filled her up. She shuddered beneath me. I was in her all the way.

It was magnificent.

I drew back my hips, Lindsey holding me tight. She ran her hands up and down my back. She gripped me as I thrust back into her pussy. I buried into her with such force. Her pussy clamped down on my cock. It was a beautiful thing to be one with her.

She broke the kiss, her lips rasping through my beard. “A real man!” she moaned as I pumped away at her. She humped up to meet my thrusts. “Yes, yes, you’re a real man! Tasting myself from your lips! A real man always makes his woman cum first.”

“You’re so amazing,” I groaned as she gripped me. She drove me wild with her hot flesh. I loved every second I was in her. I buried into her over and over again. “Oh, that’s it!”

“Uh-huh,” she gasped as I fucked her with all that I had. I loved the warmth of her pussy around me. She squeezed tight about me. She held me with that pussy. “Oh, that’s it. Don’t stop! Please, please, don’t stop!”

I thrust into her hard, the hotel bed creaking beneath us. Her breasts piled into my face. She kissed me, my beard rubbing against her face. She clamped her cunt down around my cock. I loved every second of that silky cunt about me. She drove me wild.

I fucked her hard and fast. I buried into her with all that I had. It was such a glorious thing. She whimpered as I buried into her. I plowed to the hilt in her snatch. I fucked her with all that I had. It was so fabulous.

She moaned, her pussy gripping my rod. She held me tight as I fucked her so hard. So fast. I buried into her with everything that I had. She wiggled her hips, stirring her snatch around my shaft. I plunged into her, my nuts tightening.

“Jack! Jack!” Lindsey moaned. “Oh, this is it! I’m going to cum! I needed this so much!”

I loved the way her pussy clamped down on me. She held me tight as I buried into her cunt. The pressure swelled at the tip. I loved every second of it. She moaned beneath me, her back arching. Her big breasts pressed into my chest.

She howled out, “Jack!”

Her pussy went wild.

Her cunt spasmed around my cock. It was an amazing rush to have her cunt spasming about my dick. It was an incredible thrill to have her snatch spasming around my rod. It was an amazing moment. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum so hard.

“Fuck!” I growled and erupted into Lindsey’s pussy.

She kissed me with passion. I groaned, savoring her lips on mine as I dumped my load into her pussy again. She held me tight, quivering beneath me as she milked my cock. I loved every second of this. It was so amazing to have her rippling around me like that.

I groaned into her lips, flooding her with all that I had. I was so happy right now. The pleasure swept through me. Stars flashed across my vision as I pumped more and more blasts of my spunk into her pussy.
It was an incredible moment.

“Yes,” I groaned as I dumped all that I had into her twat. “Lindsey!”

“Mmm, Jack!” she moaned, kissing me.

I rolled onto my back. She came with me, my cock popping out of her twat. She pressed her breasts against me. She rubbed her hand down my chest as she kissed me. I groaned, savoring this passion. She was so amazing. Exhilarating.

Her hand wandered down my chest until she gripped my cock soaked in my spunk mixed with her pussy cream. She broke the kiss and blinked in shock at me. She stroked up and down my rod. Her eyes brimmed with such wicked delight.

“Still hard?” she asked.

I couldn’t tell her the truth. The Balance did that. Kept me horny. “You’re just that hot.”

She smiled and blushed as she sat up. I lay there on my back as she ducked her head down. Kneeling next to me and with her breasts piling into her thighs, she leaned over and engulfed my wet cock. I groaned as her lips slid over my rod coated in our mixed juices.

I gripped her rump. I squeezed her ass as she suckled on me. It was so delicious to have her lips sliding up and down my cock. I loved the passion she put into it as my fingers wandered down into her butt-crack and found her asshole.

I stroked her puckered hole as she blew me.

“Damn, Lindsey,” I groaned. “You should get that tight little pussy back in my face.”

She moaned around my cock, her lips sealed tight around my rod. I loved the way. She blew me. She paused and while still stroking, she asked “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely”

My fingers stroked around her asshole as she bobbed her head. My nuts twitched as she loved me with that hot mouth of hers. She was so good at sucking me off. And having her pussy right back in my face was hot as fuck. I loved the little moans she made as I teased her clit and pussy with mt tongue.

The pressure rose and rose in my nuts. I would have a huge climax. I could not wait for that pleasure to explode out of me. She moaned around my cock. She bobbed her head, nursing on me with all that she had. It was such a wonderful treat to have her blowing me like that.

I loved every second of her nursing on me. She suckled hard. My back arched. It felt so good to have her blowing me like that. I shuddered, my nuts twitching as she loved me. I groaned, hurtling toward that moment when I would cum.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned. “Lindsey. I’m going to cum!”

She kept suckling. I didn’t order her to do this. The only command I had ever given her was to answer my questions. She was here of her own free will. That was exciting. She nursed on me as the pressure swelled and swelled toward the bursting point. My back arched.

I erupted.

“Fuck, Lindsey!” I groaned, my cock erupting into her mouth. I savored that pleasure shooting through me. It was fantastic. “Yes, yes, yes, that’s it!”

I filled her mouth with my spunk. It was so good to do that to her. I savored the way she suckled. She gulped it all down. The pleasure crested in me. I grunted, erupting that last spurt of my seed into her mouth. My finger toyed with her asshole as I panted there.

She popped her mouth off my cock and stroked up and down me. She turned her head to look at me, some cum on her lips. “Do you want to fuck me in the ass, Jack?”

“Yes,” I told her directly, my finger nuzzling into her.

“Mmm, I would really enjoy that,” she said. “You’re just so… so… Powerful!”

I smiled at her as she turned to face, presenting that jiggling ass. Her thighs were nice and plump. Her pussy dripped juices, and my cum down her thighs. I sat up and nuzzled my cock into her sloppy snatch, coating in it with juices and jizz. Then I moved up her taint to her backdoor.

“Oh,” she gasped as I pressed my cock against her asshole. “Mmm, make it feel soooo good, Jack!”

I grinned from ear to ear and pressed against her backdoor. I would make her howl. She gasped as my dick pushed into her anal sheath. She tossed her head as I pushed against her. She whimpered then gasped as my cock popped past her anal ring.

I sank into her bowels.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned as my dick penetrated into her bowels. “Oh, that’s good. Just like that! Jack!”

“Lindsey,” I groaned.

Her asshole devoured my cock. I sank into her bowels deeper and deeper. This was incredible. Her hot bowels engulfed my dick. My nuts twitched as I penetrated into her anal depths. She felt so incredible around my cock.

It was such an incredible moment to have her bowels all around my dick. I shuddered, my face twisting with this moment. I felt so good to have all of her asshole around my rod. I drew back now. She moaned, her face buried into the bed.

“How’s that?” I groaned, savoring her velvety grip.

“I love it,” she hissed, her voice throaty.

I thrust into her asshole, feeling her loosening up. My crotch smacked her plump rump. She jiggled from the impact. I loved the sight as I drew back, savoring the feel of her anal sheath around me. She felt incredible.

I loved pumping away at her anal sheath. I savored those tight bowels around my cock. I groaned, plunging in and out of her bowels. I loved how her butt-cheeks jiggled. They quivered from side to side as I pumped away at her.

It was just an incredible moment to fuck into her asshole. I buried into her with all that I had. She moaned, her anal sheath clamping down on me. She massaged me with her velvety sheath. I loved every second of it.

I fucked her bowels hard and fast. I buried into her with everything that I had. She moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side. She made me feel incredible. I loved how she held me tight. I fucked her with force.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped. “Jack! You stud! Oh, my god, you’re such a stud! Keep fucking me!”

I pounded her so hard. I fucked her with all that I had. I loved how she gripped me with her anal sheath. I rose and rose toward that moment when I would cum in her bowels. I hammered her with hard strokes. She whimpered as I did that, her bowels clamping down on my rod.

“That’s it!” she moaned, her head tossing. “Don’t stop… Because… Yes!”

Her asshole went wild around my cock.

I groaned at the way her bowels spasmed around my dick. She felt incredible spasming about my cock. It was so incredible. I grunted again and again. I loved every second of her bowels rippling around my dick. I buried into her and burst.

“Fuck, Lindsey!”

I spurted into her anal sheath. I dumped my load into her writhing flesh. She felt incredible around my cock. I loved it. The pleasure swept through me as I dumped more and more spunk into her anal sheath.

She whimpered as my cock dumped my load into her bowels. It was such an incredible moment. I loved the heat slamming through me. I spurted my spunk deep into her bowels. I flooded her with all that I had. She groaned, her asshole milking me.

“That’s incredible!” she moaned as I erupted into her one more time. “Oh, oh, Jack, that’s great!”

“Yeah,” I panted as I felt incredible. She was such a sexy woman. I just… wish that it was Melissa.

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September 13 was now here and I met up with Mr. Sawyer, in the park. Fuck it, Mr. Sawyer? Just Bill. Bill the man who’s wife I had been fucking every night I was in town for the past almost three months. I made the usual set of commands about paying for things and us being best friends. He insisted that I should come over for dinner again and bring Melissa. I had been missing her and figured it was worth reaching out. Bill had gotten some new paintings he could show her.

That night I arrived just in time to see Melissa going inside. Damn, her legs looked good in that dress. Had she toned up too?

I was worried that dinner would be awkward, but the conversation moved along in a lively way, aided by a few glasses of top quality wine. Lindsey behaved herself in front of her husband, but she kept catching my eye.

After dinner, Bill invited Melissa to see his newest additions to his art collection. “Keep her occupied for a while” I called out. Clutching the device in my pocket. I no longer needed to worry about the balance. It was always weighted toward the gold.

Lindsey was gathering up the dishes just like the first night, smiling at me. “You don’t have to help.”

“I want to,” I said and let go of my gripped the device. “First, though, you are going to hike your skirt and beg me to fuck your pussy bent over the kitchen sink because you want to try it out just once.”

We had never done it in her home before and I wanted to see how far she would go without the aid of the device.

She shuddered and said, “I do.” She darted into the kitchen and bent over the kitchen sink. She hiked her skirt and said, “I just need to try this here. Please, please, fuck my pussy!”

I hurried over to her, unzipping my pants. I wouldn’t be long. I would cum fast in her pussy then go back. It was such a risk, but it was also exciting. I had been using Mr. Sawyer for years, and now… I was use his wife in his own home.

I moved behind the MILF—she had two children off to college—and stared at the thong she had covering her pussy. The cloth was soaked through. She glanced back at me, biting her lower lip. I yanked her thong to the side.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she groaned. “I’ve wanted this all night long. Oh, oh, fuck me! Hurry!”

“Yeah,” I said, pulling out my dick. I pressed it into her pussy and thrust into her.

“Fuck you feel good!” she gasped as I sank into her pussy. “Oh, oh, Jack!”

Her pussy gripped my rod. She felt incredible around my dick. I savored the silky feel of this man’s wife around my dick. I treasured that cuckolding rush as I slid into her pussy. Her plump butt-cheeks jiggled as I bottomed out in her. I gripped her hips and drew back.

I had to be fast.

She gasped as I buried back into her cunt her tight, silky snatch gripping my rod. I pumped away at her. I fucked her cunt with hard thrusts. I buried into her with all that I had. She gasped and moaned, her twat gripping my rod.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s it!” she moaned. “Just like that! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard!”

I churned her up, grunting as I did. I had never fucked another woman with my wife in the same building. I was getting so bold. So blasé about this. I needed this so much. I needed to fuck this hot twat. It was an incredible moment.

“Pound me,” she moaned, her butt-cheeks jiggling. “I love being fucked like this! Oh, oh, use my pussy, Jack!”

“Yes!” I growled, hammering her cunt.

I slid my hands up her sides to her big breasts. I squeezed them. They were natural tits. So soft and motherly. I pounded the MILF hard, her married twat gripping my rod. My nuts tightened. Our spouses were somewhere else in this big house.

The pressure in my nuts grew and grew. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum. I would have a huge climax. I could not wait to dump my load into her pussy. She whimpered as I used her. I didn’t care if she came. I was just using her. Just—

“Jack!” she gasped as her pussy spasmed around my cock.

She came just from being fucked.

I savored her cunt rippling around my dick. It felt so good to have her cunt spasming around me. She suckled at me as I pumped away at her twat. It felt so good. I loved how she rippled around my rod as I pumped away at her. I needed this.

“Fuck,” I growled and buried into her pussy.

I erupted.

I came in her snatch. The pleasure shot through me. It was incredible. I filled the married MILF’s snatch up with my spunk. Her cunt rippled around me. She suckled at me with such passion. It felt so amazing. She moaned, her snatch convulsing around me. Lindsey felt so amazing.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Jack!”

“Lindsey!” I groaned as she milked me.

She worked out the cum from my nuts. I shuddered, savoring that hot pussy rippling around my cock. She spasmed around my dick. It felt so good to flood her with all that jizz. I grunted, erupting a final time into her pussy.

“Oh, god,” she moaned as I panted, squeezing her tits through her dress. “I needed that.” Then she turned around in my embrace, my cock popping out of her cunt. “I so needed that, Jack!”

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.

I wasn’t expecting that.

Her lips were sweet and soft on mine, my beard rasping against her face. Exhilarating to kiss her with passion. My hand slipped down her back to grab her ass. I squeezed her rump. I loved the feel of her ass, even half covered by her dress. My dick ached. I wanted more, but…

I broke the kiss and panted, “We better get back.”

“Right, right,” she said. “I was just so horny… That was so good, but.. Right.”

I pulled away from her, the taste of her lips lingering on my mouth. I put my cock away and slipped out of the kitchen. I absently slipped my hand into my pocket and touched the Balance there, almost to reassure myself it was still there.

CLICK!

A golden bead had slipped over.

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A week later marked the end of my three month trial separation with Melissa. Despite all of the fun I had been having, I missed Melissa. I missed our home. I missed having my wife. I had agreed to move back in and start marriage counseling. But I never made the promise to be faithful.

Lindsey did not want to end our arrangement. She wanted it every day.

“I need it,” she moaned. “I feel so alive with you, Jack.”

We were like teenagers. I felt bad when I came home to my wife, but things seemed to ease between us. I wasn’t pressuring her into sex, so we could enjoy our dinners together, chatting. We watched TV, cuddled on the couch. It was nice.

Lindsey wanted me in the park. Maybe just a quickie behind the bathroom. Or we’d meet at a restaurant and slip off to the car. I swear, we had a standing room at the Washington. I was giving her so many orgasms, I needed to use the power, or I would risk bursting the Balance.

So we had free rooms at the Washington.

We could tear up the sheets, have room service, then have round two. I would get her jewelry, gifted to me thanks to the Balance by friendly jewelers. I hadn’t needed to use the message boards. I was completely satisfied by Lindsey.

It was perfect.

After getting that first taste, she wanted to start having sex at her house. “My husband’s out of town.”

I took her in their marital bed, flooding her pussy with all my seed. She sucked me off in his recliner. I fucked her in the bathroom as we showered off our escapade then I would head home.

My charity could run itself. It was the perfect cover, though. Sometimes, I needed to get out of town. A trip up to the Catskills with Lindsey while her husband was away on business. Just the pair of us.

“Mmm, I wish this never had to end” Lindsey told me one night on that trip.

I blinked at that.

“I don’t think Melissa will let you keep me as your second woman,” she said. “Things between Bill and I are as good as ever and things with Melissa have gotten better for you too.”

“I…” I swallowed. “She’ll never go for it.”

“But it would be worth it,” she purred before sucking my dick.

After that, she was dropping hints.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to go on a couples trip? The four of us?”

“Florida is known for it’s swingers resorts”

“We’re making each other better.”

We were compatible. We were coming up on six months, and she was still as horny as I was. It was perfect. She loved taking my cum in all her holes. I was more than happy to supply her with it, but I didn’t know if I could ever convince Melissa and not having that guilt on my shoulders had felt so freeing.

I loved her.

I didn’t want to hurt her.

Lindsey…

I lusted for her, for sure, but…

I didn’t want to give up either.

One day, Lindsey showed up at my house. Melissa was gone. I was shocked. Angered.

“I know she’s gone,” she said. “She posted on her story that she’s got to spend the day with her agent. We have your house all to ourselves. Come on.”

She wanted to fuck me everywhere. It was like she was marking her territory. The living room. The kitchen. The bathroom. We had a break to eat some lunch that I had DoorDashed in. Then it was back to it, culminating in the master bedroom.

I was deep in her pussy when Melissa walked into the room and gasped in shock.

She stared at me cheating on her. Was it really cheating? We hadn’t exactly agreed to get back together. On the other hand, we hadn’t agreed to stay separated either. The pain on her face was awful, worse than when I asked her for a divorce. Lindsey’s indifferent expression was infuriating. She had forced the issue, and I was too horny to stop it. Melissa darted from the room, sobbing.

“I’m tired of your lack of decision,” Lindsey groaned as I pulled out of her. “You need to talk her into being okay with this, or I’m done.”

I didn’t want to lose my wife, and yet Lindsey…

I grabbed the Balance. I could hear my wife sobbing downstairs. I pulled on a robe, the device in my hand. Lindsey glanced at me. She moved toward me, frowning at it. There were so many golden orbs and hardly any red orbs.

Balance… I just needed balance.

“You will stay here until told to do differently.”

CLICK.

“Mmm, go sort your wife out,” she purred, “then I’ll finish making you cum.”

“Yeah,” I said and swallowed. I was such a terrible person, but… but…

I gripped the Balance and rushed after my wife. I had to stop her from hurting. I came downstairs to her tears spilling down her cheeks. She glared at me, such rage in those blue eyes. Such icy hatred. She was like the sea during a Nor’easter, ready to swamp my boat and drown me.

“You bastard!” she hissed.

The pain hurt. I had ruined my wife. I… I…

Couldn’t use the Balance to make her have sex with me, but…

“You love me so much, that you accept I need a mistress to take care of my needs,” I said.

CLICK.

The fury ended.

“You picked Lindsey to be my slut.”

CLICK.

As the pain melted from her face, I felt such guilt, but… It was worth it to spare her this heartbreak. I was the monster. I would make sure that she would never feel this pain. I would ensure she always stayed happy.

“You are happy that I am happy because we’ll always be together,” I said.

CLICK

“Always,” she said as the red bead fell into the hourglass.

I put the Balance into my pocket. “Sorry, I thought you would be gone longer. I don’t want to make this hard on you, but…”

Melissa smiled at me. “It’s fine. I should have gone.” She came up to me. “I love you.”

Her lips brushed mine. They were so soft.

“Go, have fun and send her on her way.” She smiled. “I found a new show for us to watch, and I have great news about my art.”

“I can’t wait,” I said. “I can send her home now.”

She shook her head. “Go fuck your slut.”

“You’re the best wife ever,” I said even as the shame pressed down on me. I was such a bastard.

Still, I turned and headed to the stairs. Lindsey was waiting. She was wet and eager to continue. Life was balance. I just had to keep finding mine, and no one would be hurt. I could bear this weight to ensure everyone received what they needed.

God, at least Bill was okay with this… right?

That was for later, right now, I had a busty, redheaded MILF-slut who needed to be fucked.

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