Diane & Craig Ch. 2-3

Craig and Diane, Chapter Two.

Third time was the charm. He knew it. Craig sat there, trying to think of a way to avoid going home and failed. Although he was a little scared about what would be waiting for him, his cock was already hardening with anticipation. He didn't understand. Frankly, it was fucked up. Why would he get so excited over something he hated so much? The first time he made a mistake was bad. The second was worse. The third? He couldn't even imagine.

The first time, the mistake he had made was in not fully believing her. She had told him that his cock now belonged to her, but he hadn't really believed Diane, still thinking of her as the woman he had known for ages. Three days passed since the new change in their marriage and he had woken with a large hard-on. He finally had shrugged and masturbated to the strong new image of his wife. This had been a huge shock. After spending eight years with her being the person he avoided thinking of during sex, she had become the one person he wanted to fuck more than anyone else.

Considering she now spent her time lounging about the house in the best of "Victoria's Secret" AND "Frederick's of Hollywood"... she would sit, watch a porno, look at him and idly masturbate. He had expected the porn she would watch would be… well, soft core, girly porn. But it included double-penetrations, threesomes, guy on guy, and some of it was harder than the stuff he used to watch. He had rubbed himself, getting even more excited, though it didn't take long for him to be ready. Unfortunately, she had walked in just as he was cumming. All she had done was look down, shake her head and say, "Tomorrow. Punishment. Now go to bed."

He hadn't slept much that night. He finally got to sleep around four or five a.m. and woke up to find it was noon! He jumped out of bed, frantic, remembering he and his friend Rob were supposed to go to lunch at 11:30! He got up and ran about like a madman, looking for socks. Craig remembered he had used the rest of them yesterday and done laundry last night, both his and Diane's. But that was before the … incident. He headed down the hallway, and stopped, mouth wide open, in the living room.

The first thing that hit him was the noise. He was amazed he hadn't heard it before, but being late had distracted him. That, and the fact it just sounded like one of the pornos Diane seemed to play non-stop, driving him and his cock up the wall. But it wasn't some bleached blonde getting it from a porn star. It was "Best of Craig, Hits, Volume One." The video where Sandi rode him like a donkey. Rob, his friend Rob, was sitting in Craig's lazyboy, watching the television with an intensity that Craig had never seen on his face before. While Rob watched, Diane was giving him an intense looking blowjob. Craig watched for a moment as she deepthroated him, licking and sucking him with an enthusiasm he had never really seen her show towards himself. She was dressed in a leather bustier that had her breasts riding overtop, with garters linked to her lacy looking stockings. She looked hot, but Rob wasn't even glancing at her, he was groaning while his attention was focused on the screen, watching his best friend get the anal treatment. He saw himself come close to a climax on screen, though he couldn't see where Diane was standing at the time. Sandi clearly could, because she looked up and licked her lips, almost performing for the hidden audience. As his tape-self came, so did Rob, eliciting moans from Diane, clearly enjoying the experience. She swallowed; looking pleased with herself, and gave Rob a final suck, cleaning him up a little. They looked up and noticed him.

"Morning sleepyhead, Rob's here for lunch," she said sweetly, "You weren't awake so I had to keep him occupied."

"And a fine job you did," said Rob, still breathing heavily," Will you be joining us for lunch, Di?"

"No, thanks," she said with a cheeky grin, "I've already eaten." She laughed and headed towards the bedroom, leaning in to kiss Craig's cheek on the way. "One," she whispered. With that, she flounced back to their bedroom, leaving him alone with Rob.

"What the FUCK was that?" said Craig, quietly but with a murderous tone in his voice.

"I'm the one with explaining to do?" Rob laughed, "I've seen the tape, man. And by the way," he said, admiringly, "I really like the change in your wife. This is much better than the apple-pie-yes-dear wholesome one."

"You don't have to live with her," sighed Craig, sitting down on the La-z-boy before he remembered and jumped up, "Know what all of that was about? She caught me masturbating last night. That's it. That's what all of this was."

"I think it's a little more than that," Rob said, quietly.

"What?"

"I've been friends with you guys for how long?" asked Rob.

"Maybe… 5 years?" ventured Craig.

"And for all 5 of those, you've been fucking around on an incredible lady," said Rob, "I knew it, half the guys in our office knew it, you're probably the only person who was too fucking clueless to realize it. And now, I even envy you a bit more. She's better than she was before and finally she's smart enough not to take anymore shit from you. And it's not like you're not enjoying it either." Rob gestured to Craig's crotch, where there was clearly a bulge. Rob moved to try and cover it, looking uncomfortable. "You get off on it, man. And if you're really, really nice, and don't act like an idiot, maybe you'll be lucky enough to have her stay with you even after all of this blows over. If she decides not to, I know quite a few guys who would take her in, including myself."

But Craig didn't listen to him. Not yet. He had had years of doing what he pleased, and didn't understand the situation he was in yet. And that's how screwed up for the second time.

*********** Craig and Diane, Chapter Three.

The second time, Craig screwed up because he didn't realize how thorough his wife had been. He was in his office, waiting for his last appointment, which was still some time away. He was going through paperwork, when one of the temps came in. She was sort of good-looking, kind of. A face that was pretty, but a little bland. She was wearing a very tight outfit that no regulars in the office would wear, though. She set some papers on his desk, leaning down to show off her cleavage. Pretty nice little tits, Craig thought, but not as nice as Diane's. She had brown hair, that actually reminded him a little of Diane's new chestnut curls. She was a little awkward looking for him, though. She didn't move with the grace Diane did. She also had eyes like a predator.

"Do you need… anything else, sir?" she whispered, grazing her hand on his thigh, "I'd be happy to help you." She caught his look to the office door and said, "Actually, almost everyone has gone home, sir. But… there's still a small chance someone could walk in, any minute."His penis, on standby lately, started making demands. Craig tried to think about what he was doing, but his blood was being rushed elsewhere.

She smiled, and leaned down to pick up a paper she had "accidentally" dropped. Her tiny skirt rode up, revealing no underwear. He snapped. He grabbed her from behind by the waist and she yelped, delightedly.

"I need to fuck you right now," he said roughly.

"I know," she said with a small smile, "I'll go make sure most of the people outside are gone." She walked out, her hips swaying with confidence. He quickly undid himself, revealing his hard cock. It was now so hard it almost hurt. He discovered bemusedly that part of what he was enjoying here was the feeling of disobedience. She sauntered back into the room, getting up on his desk, and kneeling down. She pulled up her skirt, displaying her almost heart-shaped ass to him.

"I love it in the ass," she whispered breathily. He grabbed her quickly, rubbing his cock so the pre-cum made it slick, and jammed himself into her tight little hole..

She said, breathily, "Make it last, I need a little while to cum…" He consented, and went a little slower, each long stroke an agony of pleasure. He went slowly; feeling the pleasures of her and listening to her moans get louder. She still seemed a bit away. After about fifteen minutes, he was almost near breaking point, but determined that she would cum as well as him. That's when he heard the office door open. He tried to extricate himself, but she pushed back onto him, trapping him.

And his wife walked in.

She smiled, "At least this time you're fucking her." She smiled at the girl and said, "You can get off him now, Lisa." Lisa, he guessed, since he hadn't asked her name, got up prettily, adjusting her skirt. "And thank you for the service," Diane added.

"By the way, dear, in case you were wondering, Lisa used to go by the name Lester. My sister knows amazing people." Diane walked away with Lisa, paying her… him. He suddenly felt ill. They both walked back in.

Diane leaned over him, still sitting on the desk naked. "Which time is this?" she asked.

"The second," he replied, still staring at Lisa in disbelief, "You put her here to trap me?? I thought you trusted me."

Diane laughed for half a minute and said, "Clearly not! I'll tell you when you've earned it. Hmm… play time, my darling." She lifted up the bag she was carrying, taking out two fuzzy sets of handcuffs. She pulled off his pants and fastened him to his office chair, ignoring his protests. She then took a pair of his office scissors, looking him straight in the eyes. He began to struggle in earnest, but she merely cut his shirt and tie off him, leaving him naked and vulnerable. His hard erection had faded a little at the sight of the scissors and at the news of Lisa's gender.

She then walked over to Lisa. They started kissing, really getting into it. He watched, amazed, as they undressed each other. Lisa was the strangest thing he had ever seen. She still had amazing tits, though now he was certain they were fake. But she had a hard erection underneath her little skirt… one even bigger than his. His wife stripped off her clothes, revealing a complex set of lingerie. She took it off though, leaving only her high-heeled knee high boots on. She and Lisa started kissing in earnest.

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Diane was about as shocked as Craig, though she was a great deal better at hiding it. She had gone into this plan emotionless, thinking of how it would either train or punish Craig, hopefully both. She had arranged for Lisa to work at the office, not hard considering she knew the hiring manager, a woman she had had long conversations with at Craig's boring office parties. Lisa had called her just as they were getting started, giving her time to get over here. As per the plan, she tied him up, got undressed, and got ready to fake an orgasm… only to discover she really didn't need to. The situation excited her, the fact she had paid for it excited her, and Lisa excited her. She continued kissing her, delighted by the expert tongue. She was even more impressed with Lisa's cock, which was much bigger than Craig's. Lisa grasped her breasts, leaning down and sucking on a nipple. Diane gasped, and reached for Lisa's own breasts, rubbing her hands on them, enjoying the feel.

Lisa murmured to her, "I want to do you from behind, like an animal, while your husband watches. I want to fuck you."

"Oh God, yes…" Lisa pushed her against the desk, running her hands down her breasts, dipping a finger into her pussy, and lingering on her leather boots. Diane leaned over, ready to be filled.

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Diane was excited, but a little nervous. This was only the second person she had ever fucked in her life… Craig had been her only experience, and frankly, he could use a little training. Maybe it was because Craig was a selfish man… he preferred to get the most he could get out of it, rather than thinking about his partner. But maybe that was just with her… maybe he didn't think it was important that she, his boring wife, got much out of it, unless it would further his "manly" reputation. She looked at him, seeing his deflated cock harden and realized that she was ready to enjoy this moment. First, to show him what she had been missing. And second because… well, she was really turned on. She leaned over and swayed her ass invitingly, moaning Lisa's name and ignoring their captivated audience… well, captive, anyway. Lisa entered her slowly, teasing her entrance and rubbing her cock up and down Diane's wet passage… she brushed it on Diane's clit, making her shudder in pleasure.

"Do you want me in you?" Lisa asked, breathily.

"Yes…" Diane moaned, trying to push back and get that wonderful full feeling…

"Do you really want me fucking you, you little slut? You want it, don't you?" She entered Diane slowly, achingly… rubbing her hard nipples against her back. Diane could feel every heated movement of their points over her back and felt Lisa's soft skin slick against hers. It felt good, better than good. Lisa moved in tenderly, teasing Diane and moving her hand forward to slide over Diane's shaved pussy. She touched a finger inside, rubbing Diane's clit lightly. Diane gasped, feeling the pleasure on her clit and in her cunt. She turned her head, sucking on Lisa's nipples and moaning her assent. Lisa moved roughly, fucking her harder and harder while Craig watched, speechless.

Craig was pulling at his handcuffs, trying to get a hand free to relieve his penis of the aching… it stood straight up and it was agony to not be able to touch it. He watched as his formerly quiet and docile wife was wildly fucked by some she-male she had just met, clearly enjoying it more than any time he had been with her, even on their honeymoon.

Lisa gave another hard thrust and Diane gave a sharp scream as she came, pushed forward on the desk by the force of Lisa's fucking. Lisa stopped and pulled out, her cock still hard. She tenderly lifted Diane up on the desk, pushing her legs apart. Diane moaned pleasantly, still caught in the sticky bliss of orgasm. Lisa began to lick her carefully, breathing hot air onto her naked and sensitive pussy. Diane, who had only gotten a disinterested rudimentary licking from her bored husband, was awash in new sensations. Lisa ate her out to two more orgasms before stopping due to protests from the now sensitive Diane.

"But," breathed Diane, "You need your fun too, Lisa. Look at you all hard still." She turned her gaze to her husband, still struggling with his bonds. "Want to be free, Craig? I'll even finish off that blowjob I started a week ago."

Craig couldn't believe the offer, and said tensely, "Please, unlock me. I'll do anything, I'll lick you out so much, and I'll… I'll be good. Please, I need…" He started to get upset.

"Shh, shhh, baby," whispered Diane, leaning down to let him suck on one of her nipples. "It's okay, I'm here. I'll suck you off really well, too." She trailed a finger up his cock, touching him briefly, "But Lisa needs a little relief first."

Craig looked at her, not comprehending what she wanted but willing to do whatever was needed. "I'll wait, she can go fir-"

"No, I'm tired right now. You need to do it," Diane said, looking at him with a smile.

He finally understood.

Lisa walked over, holding her cock and caressing it near his face. He looked at the long thick cock, and then looked at his wife. He opened his mouth and took it in, sucking it, surprised at the salty taste. It wasn't a bad taste… it was just kind of strange. He had tasted his own cum, one of his flings had enjoyed spitting it back into his mouth. But this was different… this was someone else. He would have felt better if he could at least touch her rounded breasts, get a feeling that this was just another woman with a strap on. But this was a real cock in his mouth… Lisa pressed in more insistently, forcing him to take more of it in his mouth. He felt a little guilty knowing he had done this to other women, trying to force them to deepthroat. He heard Lisa… Lester… whatever her name was start to moan and he got more excited, forcing his rock-hard cock even harder. He started to lick and suck with enthusiasm, telling himself he was doing it to get it over with faster. He leaned down to nibble lightly on her balls before going back to dipping that monster of a cock into his mouth excitedly. He knew she was near coming, felt her balls go closer to her body and eagerly swallowed the cum that jetted out of her, tasting and enjoying it as she groaned and grunted. He got so into it he didn't even see Diane take out a camera and take several excellent shots.

Diane put it away and walked over to him, amused, going down on him while he was tied up, giving him an amazing blowjob that didn't last for long in his excited state. She finished up, unlocked him, and handed him his pants. While they dressed, she tipped Lisa. He spent his time mulling over the fact that when he had finally came he had envisioned himself as the person giving the blowjob, rather than the one receiving it.

He slept in a little the next day and ran into work about five minutes late. He ran into his office, ignoring the murmurs he heard from the staff. He started to work on his computer, before freezing at the sight of the wallpaper on his computer. There, Sandi, her pink strap-on visible, was fucking him. Both of their faces were blurred out but every other detail was clear as a bell. Written on the image in red writing was this: "What high paid lawyer enjoys being fucked by his mistress?" He left his office with the appearance of calm, and looked on the other computers. There it was, on every one. Some of them had been changed, obviously, but the majority still had the glaring message. His secretary sidled up to him.

"Any idea who it is?" she asked, quietly. "The boys have been guessing for ten minutes now. Funniest thing I've ever seen to imagine on of the partners on their knees for a woman like that…"

"No idea," he said, convincingly, "But tell me if you find out. That'll be good for a laugh."

Sure, that was it.

A laugh.