Betsy - Reawakened Ch. 16

"Oh, Darren," she trembled.

"I'm dead serious, Bets. You fucking Tim absolutely turned a close vote into a landslide. Eight to one. We're staying because of that. And if I'm being honest, you fucking Sam is the reason he signed the contract."

"What?"

"He was so short on confidence he was second guessing everything. I'd put proposals on front of him, and he'd start to agree, and then he'd back off. He wouldn't make his mind up. The way you reacted when we saw you on the carport? You took what should have been a mortifying experience and you owned it. You turned it into a situation where you had the control. And then you gave him a night I know for fact changed his life. He said as much when I went down to see him at his parent's house in North Carolina. He'd been with four other women by the time I played golf with him that Thursday. He'd only been with one his entire life before he met you. When I proposed him the five-year deal he signed, he read it like all the others. Then he simply picked up the pen and scribbled his signature. He was a different man, and I have to attribute that to you."

"You're just saying that," she said with a disbelieving shake of her head.

"No, I'm not, sweetie. I really mean it. I don't think either of us really realize just how instrumental you've been."

"You mean you and Sam?"

Shaking his head, he said, "No, babe. I meant you and me. You fucking Sam again after the contract was signed only proved to him he made the right decision. You became payment in exchange for him becoming my big customer. I truly believe you've changed our lives for the better, and it's because you were a perfect slut for me."

She raced across the floor and jumped into his arms, her mouth finding his. She rammed her tongue into his mouth, searching for his, moaning as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"That's the sexiest thing you've ever said to me!"

"Well I don't know about that," he chuckled.

"Shut up and fuck me," she growled, kissing him wildly again.

"Oh, I don't think so. Not until you tell me what happened with Joel on the golf course today," he teased.

She flashed him a coy smile. "What's to tell? I was a slut. I just happened to be playing golf at the time."

"I want details."

"The only details you need to know are that I was a slut. If you plan on making me yours again, we're going to be a while. He used all of me."

"That seems to be a theme with you when you play with others."

She couldn't help but giggle. "I believe in giving them their money's worth, even though I'm giving it away."

"I want to know what you did though," he persisted.

"No you don't. You're not Rob. You're not a cuckold."

"No, but I'd like some details. I'm going to be seeing him at the course tomorrow morning. I'd rather not be wondering."

"You're going to have to. It was between me and him," she answered in a playfully defiant manner.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to make you tell me."

"Yeah, right," she snickered.

He set her down first, then he stunned her by lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. She let out a squeal, and kicked her feet a bit. He responded by smacking her ass as he carried her into the other side of the basement. Setting her on his workbench, she was stunned.

"What are we doing here?"

"You're going to tell me what you did with Joel."

"No I'm not," she shrugged. Looking at their location, she wondered, "But why am I not telling you here?"

He reached past her shoulder to a shelf on the wall. Pulling down a long, neatly wound length of rope, he untied the end that held it together.

"Uh, what's that for?"

"To tie you up with."

"Where'd you get that idea?"

"From you. You said it to Keith. You must have had a reason for mentioning my workshop. Who am I to argue?" he shrugged himself as he got a knife to cut the rope into shorter lengths.

"Darren, you cannot be serious. Neil's home. We can't do this now."

"He's asleep. We're going to do this now... unless you tell me what you did with Joel."

She smirked. "What I said was for you to tie me up to keep me in line."

"That's what I'm doing. Tell me."

"No. I told you I was with him. You don't need to know the rest."

"Perhaps. But I'd like to know, and you're going to tell me."

"Not happening, bucko!"

Forty minutes later, Betsy was naked and bound. The inside of her forearms were tied to the outside of her lower legs; her palms gripping the soles of her feet. He'd also wound rope around her breasts, cutting off the bloodflow and making them engorged. He'd placed her on the big pile of tarps and blankets in the corner, her face and chest pressing into them, her ass high in the air.

He had spent a good fifteen minutes swatting her ass with a pingpong paddle, the cheeks turning a similar shade of purplish-red as her aching tits. Yet she hadn't cracked. She'd cried, and wailed. Currently she was panicking as a flash sweat covered her bronze skin. The idea of her son waking up and roaming downstairs to discover what the noises were that emanated from the basement had her terrified. But not to the point she caved and told him in detail what she'd done with Joel on the course.

"Tell me, Betsy!" he growled, spanking her ass again.

"I'm a slut! He fucked my pussy, my ass and my mouth!"

That was her answer, each and every time. And she was sticking to it. She was like a soldier being interrogated with sublime torture. He'd ask, and her response would be the same, like she was giving her name, rank and serial number. He could relate from his years of training in the Army, and admired her resolve. Not to mention her ability to take punishment. It wasn't a discipline session, like any previous time he'd paddled her, but he wasn't exactly taking it easy on her. The only difference was that this was more measured.

He took his time, trying different things to get her to talk. Hoping to find the key to getting her to confess her sins. Yes, they were sins he'd blessed, but nevertheless wanted to know about. She channeled her energy through the pain, knowing at some point pleasure would follow. At least she hoped.

Yet the fear of being discovered wouldn't go away. Darren wasn't being quiet, and their son's bedroom was almost directly above them. It was hard to believe the noises they were making couldn't be heard. She could only pray that the fact that Neil was traditionally a deep sleeper would hold true. No matter what, she wasn't going to talk. She'd deal with whatever her husband was going to inflict on her. If their son happened to wander down to the basement, Darren would have to explain what they were doing and why.

Closing her eyes, she let go of her angst, allowing her mind to calm. Soon she drifted into that deep subspace that came with total submission. She was his plaything. It was such a rush to be able to let go like that mentally. It actually felt liberating in so many ways. She was thankful that she had a husband that not only understood that concept, he embraced it with her; their trust in each other being that strong.

She didn't remember exactly when she and Darren stumbled into bondage games. She knew it derived from her college days, and the lengths she and her friend Carrie had to go to in dealing almost daily with their promiscuous roommate, Paula. Those initial instances where they'd tied her up and punished her for behavior that went against their sorority code set a precedent. One that she held to be sacred. There was a need to be held accountable, and it was ingrained in her. She expected Darren to do it to her once they were married. Eventually that morphed into something darker, yet very enlightening.

It also stemmed from how she liked her sex. While she loved making love, she tended to lean toward fucking. She liked it hard and almost angry at times. The rougher, the better as far as she was concerned. That was specially true if anal sex was involved. There was just something about taking a stiff cock up her ass that brought out the animal in her.

All she knew was that it had become rarer for them to go that far. It was mainly because of the kids. Not just that they were around, which made it more difficult to practice such a thing. It had more to do with opportunity. Betsy's sexuality had regressed. She was only with Darren for the vast majority of their marriage. Now that she had reawakened the slut inside her, the need for checks and balances in her relationship with him were suddenly important again. She'd reminded him of that, but he already knew.

It all came flooding back to her as she lay there, helpless and vulnerable. Her pussy was dripping, the most telltale sign that what he was doing to her hadn't gone too far. The fact was that whenever Darren would physically bind her and use her, those ended up being some of the most memorable and cherished experiences of her marriage. It always brought them closer. It had been years since he'd done it, and as scared as she was that they might be discovered, there was no chance she'd seriously ask him to stop.

"Stop it, dammit!" she said as he changed tactics, tickling her ribs. She began squirming and laughing as she tried to avoid the invasion touching. "You're going to make me pee all over the place!"

"Tell me what you did with Joel."

"I'm a slut! He fucked my pussy, my ass and my mouth!"

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Darren was thinking about his night with Betsy as he drained another long practice putt. He'd been daydreaming about sex it seemed like for hours. Or perhaps he'd been having so much sex of late that it just felt that way.

He couldn't get over how he could not get Betsy to confess what she'd done with Joel, no matter what he did to her. With the hour becoming late, he knew he needed to find a way to get her to crack, or face the fact that he'd have to cave himself and just fuck her.

It was an arduous effort on his part, but in the end he had to settle for sex. It seemed odd to be disappointed at that prospect, but he likened it to that interrogation process in his head. He couldn't help but think of the James Bond films he loved so much.

He'd actually taken Neil to the theater over the Christmas break in December to see the latest release, Diamonds Are Forever. It was the first time his son had seen the movie franchise, and it was an unexpected surprise that they bonded over Bond. He could tell Neil was hooked.

He couldn't help but think of Betsy in that world. "She'd make the sexiest Bond girl ever. Hell, she could be a double-oh agent. You can't get a thing out of her, no matter what you do to her," he reasoned with a chuckle. He could certainly see her in the role Jill St. John played, although Tiffany Case wasn't nearly as provocative a character name as Honey Ryder or Pussy Galore.

Instead of getting her confession, he was left to fuck her just like her predicament dictated. It was hard and rough, and he used all of her holes. He only came once, in her ass at the end of the rigorous encounter, but he counted it in his head as reclaiming all of her, even though he didn't care for that concept. He preferred to think of it as letting her play, and then proving to her she already married to a man that played with her better than anyone else ever could. She wouldn't have argued the point, but she couldn't if she wanted to. She'd had a shop rag stuffed in her mouth at the end to keep her quiet.

"I still can't believe how much she loves it when I do those kinds of things to her," he grinned as he lined up another putt. "I wonder what Tim would think of he knew how kinky she can be... or what I did to her last night."

Tim came to mind because of how he'd started his morning. More to the point, it was how Elaine began his day.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Betsy had gotten up early, just after six as usual. Darren slept in a while longer, knowing he wouldn't be able to the next week. He'd be heading for eastern Pennsylvania and New Jersey on Monday morning on his next business trip. He did open one eye long enough to notice his wife quietly exit the bedroom in a pale blue bikini, a huge beach towel hanging over her arm. She'd make her morning coffee and grab the paper off the front porch to read later. Then she'd head over to Elaine's for her new daily yoga routine promptly at seven.

He finally roused himself at eight, taking a quick shower before getting dressed for golf. He strolled down the hallway shortly afterward, the smell of bacon hitting his senses as it wafted through the house.

"God I love that woman," he sighed as he turned the corner, passing through the family room on the way to the kitchen. "Good morning, babe," he said as he walked in.

The sight of her gorgeous ass caught his eye. She was standing there in an apron, moving sexily, swaying her backside to a beat in her head. He could tell her bikini top was gone, her bare back showing. It didn't surprise him she'd taken it off. He knew that the yoga was often done in the nude, at least when they were certain they'd be uninterrupted. They always had a wary eye out in case Neil was up and about. Which was why he was surprised that she hadn't put it back on like she had the bottom. It was a crapshoot as to what time he might get up with him going to bed early. It seemed extremely risky, but that didn't stop his cock from growing.

Betsy twirled around, her long brunette tresses flying as she flashed a sexy smile. She floated to the dinette table, frying pan in hand. Sliding the eggs onto the plate, she winked as she turned back to get the plate of bacon she had draining on some paper towels.

"Good morning, sweetie. Have a seat," she sang happily as she eyed the erection in his crotch. It was hard not to, what with him standing shirtless in just his loose boxers.

"W... what are you doing here? And why are you naked?" Todd wondered, somewhat stupidly.

"I'm naked because I just got done doing yoga with your wife. I didn't feel like getting dressed to make your breakfast. Is that okay?"

"Well, of course. It's just unexpected."

"Hmm... good. Take off the boxers, please."

"What?"

"I'd rather not have them in the way while I suck that beautiful cock of yours."

"Are you serious?"

"Didn't you have a conversation with Elaine about this?"

"About what?"

"Our rules."

"Well, yeah. But I wasn't sure she... was she serious?"

"Men. Why is it so hard for them to believe that women love sex as much as they do? Or that we might actually initiate it?"

"I can't believe this is real."

"I'm naked in your kitchen, asking you to take off your boxers so I can give you a blowjob. I'd say that's pretty real."

"What about the other part. You know."

"Fucking me?"

"Yes. Is that real too?"

"As long as you follow our rules. Let me do this right now. You need to eat your breakfast while it's warm. Once we're both done, we can discuss us fucking sometime."

"But not today."

"Ssshhh. Take them off."

He did, and then sat. She crawled under the table and took his hardness into her warm, wet mouth.

"God... I can't believe this!" Tim groaned. So did Darren in the house next door.

"What?" Elaine winked as she got on her knees next to the dinette table, playing with Darren's hard shaft in her hand.

She'd removed the apron, and lowered her panties to her knees. She wanted to feel exposed, but she was also very aware that she was taking a mammoth risk. One worth taking, considering the large erection she was slowly stroking; precum dripping onto the back of her hand and wrist.

"I can't believe you're here."

"I'm not sure why? I'm certain your wife explained to you how this is going to work. Am I mistaken?"

"Well, no, she did. But I have to admit, it seemed too good to be true at the time."

"Well, it's true. I'm here because we want you to know we're serious. So I want you to eat what I made you, and I'm going to swallow what you're making me in these," she said as she squeezed his balls gently.

"Ha! Did Betsy put you up to saying that?"

She blushed a bit and nodded. "How did you know?"

"Because you're new at this, and that's a line only a seasoned slut would think to say."

"Regardless, that's what I'm going to do," she winked as she tried to regain control, doing so by taking his head past her open lips.

Darren attempted to eat, moaning from how great the food was and how incredible what she was doing to him felt. He was also listening intently for signs that Neil was up and about. It wouldn't be that difficult. His son would almost always open his door and go straight to the bathroom in the morning. If he heard that, he'd let Elaine know. He was certain she would be up and out of the house in a flash, but he owed her that fair warning for what she was willingly doing. She was so into it, she likely wasn't paying attention to anything else at the moment.

While she couldn't take him deep like Betsy, she certainly wasn't a novice, even though she wasn't experienced with very many men. It was unclear to him if Elaine had been with anyone other than him and her husband. It was entirely possible that she'd been a virgin when she married Tim. It was the way of the world back when they were a young courting couple. Yet he somehow doubted it. There was something about Elaine that made him think she'd been with a few men before settling down. Regardless, she showed a confidence that was alluring.

She was stroking the bottom of his shaft with her left hand as her mouth glided over his soft skin. Her other hand was massaging his balls, coaxing them to give her the seed they held. She went about her work lovingly, but with a desire that was unmistakable. They were in a precarious position, and time available was an unknown. She wanted to make sure she could finish what she'd started, not wanting the first time she took advantage of her new playmate to be anything but the sexy encounter she'd envisioned when she and Betsy discussed the idea earlier.

She pushed his foreskin down and released some saliva past her sealed lips, using it to help as she jacked the lower part of his shaft. Even with his huge thickness, she got a least three-quarters of his prick wedged in her mouth, jamming it against the back of her throat.

As much as he tried to eat, it was difficult. He eventually got the eggs down, and the bacon. He even took a couple of bites of the toast, but he knew the coffee would have to wait until she was done. Not that he cared.

He put his fork down, his hand going to the top of her head. Brushing her long, blonde hair from her face so he could see her, the smile that appeared around his shaft nearly made him cum right then. As it was, he was only a few minutes away.

"I'm close Elaine. Make me cum. Make me cum so you can swallow it."

She moaned as he flooded her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but he came so much that a large amount spilled out. Not that she cared. It gave her a chance to lick up the mess she'd made. She wasn't sure why, but it made her feel even more like a slut to do something so wicked.

"You're beautiful, Elaine," he said when she stood, licking the back of her hand to get the last of his load.

"And you're a tease. You don't have to compliment me just because I sucked your cock. I'm going to let you fuck me when you want... but not until you come back from your next trip."

"Um... don't the rules include tomorrow?"

"Technically, yes they do. But you're not taking advantage of them tomorrow. Or the day you come back."

"Why not?"

"Because you're not that kind of husband, sweetheart. Those days should be reserved for Betsy, and you know why. You'll have plenty of days in between to decide which one you'd like to have me. The key is you get to decide. I'm going to try to entice you, but you're the one that's going to be chasing me, remember? I'm looking forward to being desired like that."