A Wife's Dark Talent Ch. 03

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Henry did not go back to the live video of his wife's date than night. There were only a few minutes left anyway, so he decided to chance it, hope his wife date was wrapping up as planned, and that she would be ready a few minutes after her date end-time for him to pick her up. It did nag him that by ceasing to watch, he did not know for sure things had not got worse, for him, that is. But he just could not watch anymore.

On their drive back Henry was so deep in a dark corner of his headspace, Goddess Kiersten did not even have many opportunities to fuck with her husband's head some more. Except once, when she briefly flashed him through the rear view mirror, to Henry's utter distress confirming that she had indeed been panty less all through her date. Including when she gave her client that too-close-for-Henry's-comfort Humiliatrix happy ending. During their drive back, Henry dared not look back at his wife again after that.

By the time they got home, Henry still did not dare look at his wife. He was very confused about how he felt about her, even if she was at the most stunningly seductive in his eyes she had ever been. Was she really, truly a devil in a cocktail little white dress, or was she a truly awesome stage actress? Either way, while looking at the ground rather than his wife, he did manage the courage to ask.

"Jaime, the cage please."

Upon which his wife answered, sweetly but clearly Goddess Kiersten still.

"Honey, before we talk about that, I have been taking care of you a lot recently. I could use some attention in turn. Help me with my state, for a change."

As she sat on their home's living room armchair, and meaningfully parted her exquisite long fair legs in her high heeled pumps and thigh highs, for her husband. Henry was not happy with the delay in getting his cage off, but he would happily orally service his wife anytime, even this time. So he fell on his knees before her, and got to work, even as he recalled, upon his face breaching past his wife's knees, another man had had another body part right there little over an hour ago. And yet, though terrified of what evidence he would find, to Henry's relief there seem to be nothing but his wife's scent and flavor between her legs, as he did what he was bid to do.

"I really enjoyed this date."

Said the svelte blonde wife, as she closed her eyes and grabbed her husbands scalp between her legs. He was a skillful woman worshiper, and Jaime's arousal began to rapidly climb.

"Patrick is a lot more handsome than Jim or Bill. Has a deeper, more masculine voice."

She added, even as Henry began to squirm between his wife's legs, heartbroken that she had begun to praise another man as he serviced her. But he did not stop using his tongue. And she did not stop using hers, in a different way, either.

"And then of course there is his equipment. Beside the obvious girth and length, there are the details. The right amount of veins. Not too little, not too much."

This time Henry groaned after his wife's words. It was painful. Why did he not stop her?

"Having Patrick in the palm of my hand... I mean it figuratively, but I guess you can take it literally too... is divine."

Henry whimpered, even as he continued licking his wife. Almost more for himself than for her by now, since strangely he found comfort in it, and he badly needed the comfort. Even as he noticed by now his wife was slick like a well oiled tarp, and likely would be orgasming soon.

"But the best part, is the exquisitely rhythmic feel of his manhood pumping between my thighs. Who would have thought there was so much pleasure in the mechanics of just a few seconds. A girl could get used to that."

Finally added Jaime as she then clamped her thighs hard around her husbands face this time, riding an orgasmic tsunami that passed through her. Finally unclamping her legs from around her husband's face when it was gone.

Henry was almost in a shock state. Not from his wife's clamping, but from not being able to shake from his mind the images she planted there while he serviced her all the way to an orgasm.

"Jaime, the cage now, please."

He pleaded again barely above a whisper.

"Oh! Honey! I would not be able to unlock the cage now even if I wanted to. Which I do not. For in addition to being biometric, your lock is set on a timer. When I put it on you last night I set it for 36 hours. I wont be able to open it till tomorrow morning. Just remind me in the morning, or I will probably forget."

"Jaime!..."

Then began to interject Henry, even as he was quickly cut off by his wife, who said.

"Honey, I know you pocketed my panties tonight. I am sure you can sniff and lick them for comfort, give yourself sweet dreams, while you sleep down here in the couch. Tonight, even the guestroom is closer than I want you. And we will share something that way. I kept a memento from my date too."

Added Jaime as she then pulled a knotted condom full of semen from inside her left thigh high's elastic top. How had Henry missed it when he just was between his wife's thighs he did not understand. Deep tunnel vision clearly. But the fact that Jaime had kept Patrick's geez in a condom made Henry's heart stop.

"I kept this on an impulse, without a clear idea what I would do with it. But now I think I know. As I am lying down tonight, I will rip it open and spill it on our bed, on my body, between my legs. Give myself sweet dreams too."

And with that Jaime stood up and looked down at her husband still on his knees before her. And finally said to him.

"Goodnight."

As once again for the night, she strutted away like an infinitely seductive and even crueler Goddess.