Reversal of Fortune Ch. 03

I staggered away from the table, pulling my cock from Sherry's ass with a noisy slurp. I gasped for breath, stunned by the intensity of the illicit ass fuck, and surveyed the scene.

Sherry lay limply sprawled across the table, seemingly drained of all energy. Her hair was askew and her skin was flushed and mottled with sweat and my handprints. I looked underneath the explosion of hair and caught a brief glimpse of Sherry's eyes, not glazed and vacant as I expected, but seemingly bright with an emotion that looked a lot like triumph.

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The buzzer went off again, and this time Lisa groped for the switch to shut it off and stumbled off to the bathroom. Soon I could hear the shower running as Lisa cleansed herself before the start of the day. I felt guilty at what I had done, and by how aroused I had become thinking of it. Could I wash away my own filth, or was this what I had become? I was shocked and horrified at what I had done and the depth of the depravity that had come out of my soul, and especially the ease and joy with which I had imposed it on my neighbors. But I also felt a sense of pride that started as just a warm glow in my stomach and swelled as I relived the previous day's events until I burst out with an audible laugh as I remembered Harvey unwittingly eating the carrot that had been the instrument of his wife's anal de-virginization.

I lay bolt awake and listened to the birds chirp to greet the new morning as I sorted through my feelings. Then I had an idea. Slowly, I began to form a plan. A plan that would set everything right.

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Later that afternoon I phoned Sherry and told her that she was late for her daily servicing and that she needed to come over right away, which she did. Sherry looked extremely nervous, since this was the first time in all the time I had been dominating her that I had phoned and ordered her to appear.

"Should I, um, undress?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes, of course," I spat.

I watched her strip with business-like efficiency. As they always did, my spirits soared as each layer was peeled away and first her undergarments then her pale soft flesh came into view. This time, as she turned to put her clothes on a chair, her ass came into view and I looked at it with a whole new perspective.

Yesterday it had been a hidden treasure. An illicit thrill. An enjoyable bauble. Today it was -- well, it was mine. And most of all, it was a passageway to her soul for me to use to give her the sort of rough love she desired.

She turned back around and straightened up for inspection, ready for her next task. I wasted no time.

"Come over here."

Sherry came forward until she was directly in front of me, where I immediately guided her to her knees and thrust my swiftly stiffening dick in her face. She took it in without any delay.

With practiced precision she began rapidly sucking me in and out to bring me to full hardness, pausing only to deposit a big wet dollop of saliva on the end of my tool. When I was at full salute, I grabbed her ears and took complete control, steadily fucking her face. I plunged readily into her accommodating mouth, plugging her throat a little deeper with each stroke. I noted with some pride that she scarcely seemed to struggle to accommodate the intruder in her windpipe.

"You're ready for the next step. You can do so much more. Yes, you're ready for the next step, and I called you over to talk about it. Are you prepared to discuss taking the next step?"

Of course, her mouth was a little too full to respond. She looked up at me with her mouth stretched around my deeply embedded pole and nodded. Some sort of grunt emerged from her throat.

"Good. I knew you would be," I said, tilting her head to capture her gaze.

While still looking directly in her eyes I began pumping my cock rapidly into the back of her throat, using my grip on her ears to pull her forward roughly with each stroke, impaling her ruthlessly on my skewer. I pulled back only far enough to gather momentum, never fully leaving her throat. I jack-hammered her trachea without pause for about thirty seconds, until she began to gag. When I withdrew my shaft it came out with a gasp followed by some weak sputtering.

"You may be surprised by what I'm going to tell you. You may even think you can't do it. But I'm confident you're going to enjoy it. And more importantly, I'm sure that I'm going to enjoy it."

I set up a slow, steady rhythm, pummeling her esophagus with my cock as I slowly told her my plan. I wanted to make sure she understood the details of my instructions. At one point I stopped with my cock fully sheathed in her throat and asked her to blink twice if she understood. When I was convinced that she understood the plan, I returned to the rapid fire face fucking, pounding my cock into her mouth until I fired my come directly down her gullet and into her stomach.

I left the room without a word. Sherry let herself out.

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The next day was Saturday. With the kids gone to a series of play dates and activities, Lisa and I invited Harvey and Sherry over for coffee, like any other suburban neighbors. We sat around chit chatting and sipping fair trade Nicaraguan dark roast. Harvey was like a teenager, silent and sullen, but I don't think Lisa even noticed. It wasn't that out of character for him, and Sherry more than made up for it. She chattered and flitted around with the nervous energy of a canary at a hungry cat convention.

For my part, I was tense and excited. It was an ambitious plan, and a big risk, and I wasn't sure the plan would work. But more than that, I was amazed at what I was trying to achieve -- at what I had become. It was a plan worthy of the Marquis himself, and I was amazed at my own need to expand my sexual dominion.

Just then the gardeners arrived for our weekly cut and blow of the lawn, and I called Harvey into the kitchen.

"Enjoying the morning?" I asked breezily.

"Whatever," he replied, channeling his inner teenager

"The fun hasn't even started yet. But don't you worry, I've got an exciting morning planned, and I know you're going to like it. Here's how it's going to go.

"Some time this morning, Sherry is going to give you some instructions. You won't like what she tells you to do, but you're going to do it, exactly how she tells you to do it."

Unsurprisingly, he resisted this new degradation.

"What? Her? Why? I can't do that!" he protested.

"Oh Harvey," I sighed. "You can and you will. In fact, you're not even going to say a word. If I hear so much as a whimper out of you, it will be the last role you play in this game ever again. You see Harvey; this is how I've decided it's going to be. If you don't like it, well, that's your choice. I think you know what Sherry's chosen. Of course if you'd prefer to be excluded from our fun, you can just go home and we'll do it without you?"

I waited, but Harvey didn't budge.

"I didn't think so. Now go."

I went back to the living room where Sherry and Lisa were chit chatting away.

"Ladies, sorry to interrupt. I've got to step out for a bit. I'm meeting a prospective contractor to see some of his work at another house. I should be back in an hour or so. I showed Harvey how to make coffee and he's brewing a new pot."

The women expressed their regrets but didn't look too concerned about my departure, so I walked out, loudly slamming the door behind me.

I drove around the block twice and then parked next door so that I could sneak back into the house without being noticed. I let myself in the front door quietly. I tiptoed towards the living room, where I could hear the murmur of the girls' conversation. Sherry was talking.

"Sometimes it's good to give up control. I was with a man who appeared nice and normal on the outside. Who looks normal, but make no mistake, he's always in control. He told me what to do -- and I did it without hesitation. And he's not nice at all. He makes me do terrible things. Things that I never dreamed I could do -- still can't believe I did -- and yet afterward I felt completely like I have stepped out of myself in the best way. Expanded. Empowered.

"Harvey does that for you?" whispered Lisa, incredulously.

Sherry laughed out loud. "Hardly! No, he's the complete opposite. A lap dog. Total bitch in fact. Watch this. Harvey! Come here."

Harvey poked his head through the door from the kitchen.

"Coffee'll be ready in a minute," he said, hiding behind the door as if that would protect him from whatever Sherry was going to say.

"Come here!" Sherry ordered. She spoke quietly, but firmly.

Harvey slunk over to the sofa where the ladies were sitting, presenting himself in front of her like a petulant child.

"Turn around." Sherry said, brusquely.

Harvey slowly turned around to look out the big glass window at the patio, where one of the gardeners was blowing leaves and dust off the surface with a high powered leaf blower.

"Go see him. What we were talking about the other day? Well, now it is the time. Show us what you can do. And make it good. All the way. So we can see."

Harvey stared at her incredulously. I'll give him credit; he didn't make any outward protest, although he was clearly shocked. He stared from Sherry to the gardener, Oscar I think his name was, and back. Oscar was young and slightly built. About nineteen or twenty, long straggly black hair, dark skin, probably Guatemalan like his boss José, and wearing jeans and a black long-sleeved t-shirt which did little to disguise how sweat-stained and grubby he really was.

I noticed Harvey look around, as if for a last-minute reprieve, and then draw a deep breath, resigned to his fate. He trudged back through the kitchen and out the door onto the patio. It was silent in the room, except for the muffled roar of the leaf blower in the background.

The girls and I watched Harvey come into view and yell at Oscar. Initially Oscar didn't hear him above the roar, so Harvey, rather comically, began to shout and wave his arms, which did catch Oscar's attention. Oscar killed the leaf blower, took the battered, dusty headphones from his ears and looked at Harvey curiously.

We could see, but not hear the transaction take place on the other side of the glass. Oscar was initially obviously surprised and reluctant. He jumped back one step, causing Harvey to put up his hands in a gesture of surrender. Harvey said something. They appeared to be negotiating.

Oscar looked around suspiciously, and I could hear Lisa take a deep breath as he looked directly through the glass in her direction. I knew that the glare of the early sun would prevent him from seeing inside, and so did she, but it was startling nonetheless.

Suddenly Oscar moved to the side of the patio, behind a tall potted ficus and nodded at Harvey. I had a chill run up my spine. It was happening!

Harvey quickly took his place in front of Oscar and dropped to his knees. He pawed at Oscars stained jeans but Oscar brushed him off and efficiently unbuckled his belt and fly and quickly slid his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock dangle free. It was still soft and not tremendously impressive, but was rapidly hardening. It was enough to draw a gasp from Sherry.

"Oh my God," she hissed, even though she was supposed to have ordered this.

Meanwhile, Harvey wasted no time. He plunged forward and captured Oscar's tumescent prick in his mouth and began furiously sucking.

"Oh my God..." Lisa echoed as she watched through the glass while Harvey bobbed up and down on Oscar's pole. Despite the action on the other side of the glass, the silence was eerie, like a gay silent stag reel from the thirties. Harvey did his best to please his audience, sucking with single-minded efficiency. Oscar closed his eyes and appeared to be concentrating very hard.

While they watched, Sherry began to touch herself. At first her hand dropped surreptitiously into her lap and began an inconspicuous rubbing motion on the outside of her shorts. But then, apparently needing more stimulation, Sherry reached under her shirt and began to caress her own breasts.

I saw her slip her bra down freeing one breast and, with hardly any pretense of modesty, crush the heaving flesh with her own hand. She gave a little moan as she tweaked her own nipple, and I saw Lisa notice Sherry's activities for the first time.

Sherry saw Lisa notice her too, and turned to her with a wry smile. "I'm sorry. This makes me so hot. I hope you don't mind. I just can't help it. You should go for it too."

And with that, Sherry began rapidly unbuttoning her shirt to expose her surging chest and bullet-hard nipples. At the same time she pulled up her skirt and plunged her hand inside her underwear and right into her hungry snatch. Sherry was following the script perfectly, but it didn't seem to be much of an act. Her enthusiasm was obvious.

"Oh my God!" Sherry moaned, "Look at that!"

Lisa turned her attention back to the patio, where Oscar was now thrusting his turgid cock rapidly into Harvey's face, fucking his compliant mouth at will.

"That's so hot!" Sherry moaned. She shimmied her panties down her hips and resumed franticly rubbing her greedy puss.

I could see Lisa watch Sherry, fascinated by both acts going on in front of her and not knowing where to look first. Then, it happened. Almost instinctively, seemingly overwhelmed by the display of raw lust all around her, Lisa raised a hand and began to paw her own chest through her shirt.

'Oh my God,' I silently screamed. It was happening! I felt a shiver pass through me with a jolt so strong it left a bitter taste in my mouth, like the time in the fourth grade my friend had dared me to lick a lantern battery.

"Look at him suck that cock!" Sherry blurted. "That little bitch. Have you ever seen anything so hot?"

Then Sherry gave a loud moan as she pulled her nipple out away from her body with a hard twist. Lisa's mouth gaped in either shock or fascination, and Sherry caught her eye.

"Come on, join me -- let's do this together."

Lisa tore her eyes from Sherry's distended nipple and looked up her face. She placed both hands on her own breasts and gave an exaggerated squeeze. Sherry gave a broad smile.

"Yeah, that's it. Do it. ...Oh, yeah, that's it!" Sherry screamed and thrust her hips lewdly in the air, exposing her steaming slit as she furiously rubbed her angry clit.

I smiled, recognizing the move from her many private performances for me. And yet, this was different. Although she was still responding to my demands, this performance was not pure sexual abandon released by my dominant control. No, she knew what she was doing. This had a purpose. Sherry had transformed into an accomplished seductress.

Lisa stared in awe at Sherry's bawdy display and began to unbutton her blouse with one hand, while the other casually slid down into her lap.

Suddenly, Sherry jumped up and franticly wrestled off her shirt and flung it away. "I've got to get naked," she moaned urgently. "Come on, you do it too." She kicked away her puddled shorts and panties and was naked except for her little half-height tennis socks.

Lisa stood up too and continued to unbutton her shirt. As her bare shoulder and bra straps came into view, I realized I'd never been more excited to see my wife strip. Her shirt fell away, revealing her heaving chest and engorged nipples, which were visibly straining at the sheer fabric of her bra. Lisa also shimmied off her shorts, although she modestly kept her panties on.

Both women were standing, staring out the window in similar poses. One hand squeezing a tender breast, and the other between their legs delving into a needy pussy, together they watched the live gay sex show with eager abandon. I couldn't help but compare the two women and revel in my good fortune.

Both were fine specimens of Southern California motherhood. Lisa was a little taller and more athletic, while Sherry was rounder and plumper. Both were long-haired brunettes, although Sherry was darker, almost black haired, while Lisa's was a lighter, auburn shade. Despite her thinner hips and leaner form, Lisa had the bigger tits. I knew that without the bra, her tits would slump down her chest in a not unappealing fashion. Sherry's tits were a small firm handful, and her prominent wine-dark nipples were getting a serious workout as she pulled violently on the swollen nubs and twisted them away from her body.

Sherry turned to Lisa and said, "Let me help you." She reached out and grasped the clasp on Lisa's bra and unbuckled it in one efficient twist. She pulled the straps down her shoulders and off in one smooth motion.

"Oooh, nice," Sherry cooed as Lisa's large tits came into view.

She reached out and slowly, almost reverentially passed a single fingertip over the side of one of Lisa's breasts. Lisa shuddered at the feathery touch and her hand seemed to move a little faster inside her panties. Sherry continued her light, teasing caress, tracing the bottom of Lisa's plump mound until she reached her sweaty cleavage. There she abandoned the tease and placed her full hand on Lisa's tit, rubbing the smooth surface. At the same time she encircled Lisa's straining nipple and captured it between her thumb and forefinger with a quick, vicious squeeze.

Harvey's humiliating suck job was now forgotten as both women were consumed with burning lust. Lisa turned towards Sherry with her mouth open in a silent gasp and her eyes clouded with hunger. As if she knew it was going to happen, Sherry leaned forward and captured Lisa's mouth in her own with a smoldering deep kiss. The two women embraced in a tit-crushing hug and Sherry's other hand slid down Lisa's back and came to rest on her panty-clad ass.

Lisa whimpered into Sherry's mouth as Sherry slid her hand inside the back of Lisa's panties and tugged the fabric tightly into her crotch. Lisa returned the embrace, and I watched in fascination as her hands groped for Sherry's heaving chest. Sherry, meanwhile, was not content with using the panties to ravish Lisa pussy and instead thrust her hand inside the sodden panties and deep into her steaming hole. Even over Lisa's anguished moans I could hear the wet sloshing of Sherry's fingers as she franticly frigged Lisa's hard clit and gushing cunt.

Soon the women were writhing like snakes, their hands roving over each other's heaving breasts and from one sluicing pussy to the other.

And that's when I walked in.

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