The Girl is Trouble Pt. 21

It was a Friday night and we were driving in my car off campus.

"So, Lindsey and Mark are dating now?" I asked Jess, still trying to process what she had setup between those two.

"Yes! It's too perfect, don't you think?" she asked rhetorically.

"Isn't that like crossing the streams?"

"No, no. He's a great guy, perfect for her. She gets to enjoy his big thing and I don't need to feel guilty about not being with him as much."

"'As much'?"

"Well... I did make them both promise I could do either one of them without pissing the other off." She smiled victoriously at me. That was my Jess. Always in control.

We arrived at the Professor's house. I was nervous, probably more than I needed to be, but this seemed like it was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not.

"Just prepare yourself, babe. I get the feeling Rebecca will be out to push our buttons."

"Yeah... that's what I'm expecting as well."

"Just go with the flow, ok?"

I just nodded, lips pierced tightly together. I love Jess more than I was able to fully express in words. She was beautiful, sweet, exciting, and dirty as hell. She was a raging slut and I adored her for it.

The Professor was a weird one for me. The guy was in her sixties and yet there was something about him that really excited her. Honestly, it baffled me that she'd essentially give up a lover like Mark to make room for this old guy. He was good-looking and had this air of sophistication about him.

We got to the front door and I rang the bell. Within a few minutes, Rebecca opened the door and welcomed us in with a warm smile.

"Come in, come in. So glad you could join us."

"Will it just be the two of you?" I asked, realizing it might have come out oddly.

"Oh yes. David was very eager to have private time with the two of you."

I raised an eyebrow towards Jess at Rebecca's comment.

"Oh, there you are Jess," Professor Jensen said as he walked into the foyer. He gave Jess a simple kiss on her cheek. "And I see you've brought your fiancé as instructed. Very nice."

The word 'instructed' resonated in my head. What exactly did he mean by that?

"Alright, well before we get settled I do want to point out that sluts don't deserve to cover up. Jessica, please strip down," Rebecca said in a friendly but firm manner.

Rebecca's order shocked me. Surely she didn't seriously want Jessica naked the whole evening.

However, Jessica seemed to expect this. She removed her clothing without a saying a word, a thin smile on her face. I don't know that I had seen her quite this submissive before.

Within minutes, she was completely naked except for her heels, which Rebecca had insisted she keep on. I couldn't come to grips that we were really going to have a dinner with this older couple while Jess was completely nude.

Both of the Jensens seemed to relish Jess's tight coed body. The whole situation was so surreal but it wasn't odd enough to keep me from getting erect.

After folding up her clothes and leaving them on a bench in the foyer, we were invited to join them in their lounge for drinks before we ate. Rebecca indicated to Jess that she should sit on the loveseat with David.

"So tell us a little about yourself, Darren. I understand you're a tech whiz, but I know little more than that." Professor Jensen making small talk while Jess sat next to him with no clothes on was pretty intense.

I explained my interests in A.I. and some of the work I was doing for my senior thesis. Jess brought up my patent and advances I had made in miniaturization as a kid. Professor Jensen and Rebecca seemed impressed. Even though he was in a completely different field, David had apparently heard of my father before.

"I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, then?" he asked.

"Appears to be so," I replied.

It was a bit distracting to see his hand casually caressing Jess bare thigh. It felt a bit like she was just an object, something to toy with, to them. I found myself wanting to see the older man take her so badly. As much as I enjoyed watching Jess with her other lovers, this much older man just seemed so much more taboo. much

He continued carrying on a conversation with me when I saw that he had slipped a finger into Jess. Just casually fingering my fiancée as we talked. I looked at Rebecca and she had a Cheshire Cat grin at me. This was part of her mind games.

Then I jumped as someone walked in from what I assumed was the direction of the kitchen.

"Mrs. Jensen, dinner is almost ready."

It was an older Latina woman wearing what looked to be crisp uniform. She acted like seeing Jess naked with the Professor's digit buried knuckle-deep in her was just an everyday occurrence. Not worth noting or acknowledging.

"Thank you, Maria. We'll be in the dining room in a few minutes."

The worker left and I released my jaw was hanging open.

"Oh, we should have mentioned we hired a catering crew for this evening. Nothing too fancy, I just didn't want to be distracted with dinner preparation and cleanup."

The reality that not only was she making... no, not the right word... encouraging Jess to be stark naked for the evening while she had hired staff in was shocking. I saw the look on Jess's face and instead of shock, I just saw arousal.

In short order we were moving through to the dining room. Reasonably modest, but it still was done up fairly elegantly. So we sat down, the four of us. David sat at the head of the table. I sat to his right, Jess to his left directly across from me. Rebecca sat on the other side of me, so basically the three of us were looking at Jess. She was on display.

I thought about what must be going through her head. Sitting there, eating dinner in a semi-formal setting while completely naked. There was a blush to her, underscoring her arousal, but I also detected a bit of defiance. Like she was out to prove that Rebecca couldn't break her. The truth was the Professor was fucking Jess because she was a beautiful coed, much younger than Rebecca. That obvious was his 'thing' something despite his love for Rebecca she couldn't exactly give him. So it seemed she sought to put the coeds involved through some humiliation to make herself feel better in the moment. Maybe even to make it so the younger women wouldn't want to stay involved long.

But, boy, she didn't know what she was up against with Jess.

Dinner was weirdly normal, except for the fact that Jess was naked. The conversation was what you would expect from an older professor and his wife interested in a couple of younger guests. Stuff about our upbringing, our course work at school, what we hoped to do after graduation. Again, the façade of normalcy was just punctured repeatedly by Jessica's nudity.

After dinner, their caterers cleared the table and David and Jess excused themselves to start in on the night's main event without Rebecca and I, which Jess had mentioned would be likely. In telling me that, it made me realize that she may have had some communications about the evening that she hadn't shared with me.

Rebecca led me into a library that was fairly well-stocked. I had admired it on our last visit and it was hard not to get pulled into going book by book to see each title.

"Have you read the texts between them?" Rebecca asked me casually after we had been in the room alone for a bit.

"No. Have you?"

"Yes," she told me nonchalantly. "He writes so eloquently about her pussy. I came when reading it. It almost made me want to taste it. Is that something you would like to see?"

"Maybe..."

"I'm very intrigued by you. We've never played with a couple before," she said, playing the role of older seductress to the tee.

"We're not really a package deal. What happened last time is... unusual for us."

"Ok. I can respect that. What do you get out of this, then?"

She seemed generally interested in how what we had worked.

"I appreciate the pleasure she gets from it."

"You think he gives her pleasure you cannot?" she asked nodding towards the door.

"You saw them together..."

"Does she have a daddy thing? Or just an old man fetish?"

"Neither as far as I can tell. She likes variety. She likes power dynamics," I admitted.

"I can see that." There was a pause and looked me over as if she was trying to figure out exactly what made me tick. "You're a pretty interesting guy, Darren."

"I don't see how what I do and what you do are that different. I'm assuming the Professor has a predilection towards Coeds and at one point you were one of them. But you got him to marry you because you were special... AND I suspect because you were willing to allow him to play with others."

She straightened up, clearly not liking the microscope pointed at her. "All accurate."

"But you still have some jealousies. Which is what drives you to humiliate the girls he sees beyond a single encounter. A way to keep them in line, maybe push the weak ones away sooner rather than later."

She almost grimaced. "You might be a shade too smart for your own good."

I shrugged. "I just thought if we're birds of a feather we should call it what it is."

"Do you like knowing Jess's lovers are better at making her orgasm than you are?" She asked this as she was obviously trying to take back control. It was easy to see she desperately needed to keep control.

"Would you want your husband to eat at a restaurant that makes worse food than you do?"

She couldn't help but laugh at that comment. "Interesting analogy. Do you ever find it humiliating though that she needs others to give her what you cannot?"

"Do you? And do you get off on it, at least a little?" I was getting more aggressive than was my nature, but something about her comments were rubbing me the wrong way.

She shockingly backed down. "Okay, yeah. I guess we do have each other's numbers... You sure you're not interested in a little playing around?"

"It's tempting. I enjoyed what we did before but I prefer being focused on Jess and her pleasure."

"I can respect that. Annoyed by it, but I can respect it. So, have you all set a date for the wedding?"

"We have just recently. We are targeting September 18th, if we can get the event space we are hoping for. It'll be smallish, but nice nonetheless."

"Hmmm... Looking to have any special fun on the wedding night or honeymoon?"

"We have some... ideas."

"Playing the way you two do on your wedding night would be really dirty. I love it. It certainly will make the night that much more memorable."

"That's the hope."

"And it has the added benefit of really defining your new marriage. Is your intent to play forever?"

"For the foreseeable future anyway. She has suggested we might take a break if we decide to have kids."

She seemed to contemplate the situation, maybe thinking back to her own experiences.

"I could see that. Might really complicate a difficult time. Balancing work and life stuff while young parents and adding sexual adventures could be tough."

"We haven't decided for sure we want kids."

"What happens if she gets caught? All this playing around. Even on birth control, it could happen."

This was it. She was going in for the kill. Calling her a cougar seemed reductive, but she certainly was playing up the stereotype, intentionally or not.

"You mean, by another guy?"

"Yes."

My face flushed red.

"Oh shit. That idea turns you on, doesn't it?"

"I mean. Fuck, I don't know. It's not like I would want to plan for it, for us to intentionally make it happen."

"But if it did... accidentally? Or just... allowed to happen by relaxing your protections?"

"Hot fantasy doesn't necessarily make for a good reality."

Another light giggle. "You can say that with a straight face while living the life you lead?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Just to consider possibilities," she said, then leaned in for a whisper next to my ear to continue. "David's always wanted a son. Maybe... with Jess?"

My erection betrayed me and her hand squeezed it tightly through my pants. I swear I saw her rubbing her crotch into the corner of the couch we were next to as she leaned across it.

"That turns you on, doesn't it? The idea of my husband knocking your little fiancée up. What if she was carrying his baby in her belly when you walk down the aisle? Would you be more freaked out she might be showing or aroused, I wonder?"

I was breathing heavily as I felt her weight on me and her hot breath on my neck.

"Other women would freak out at the thought of their husband knocking up some little trollop like your Jessica. It fucking gets me so hot. For him to spread his seed. A fucking man like that should have lots of offspring in this world. Spread his genes out."

"Fuck!" I cried out as I felt my cum burst out into my underwear.

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After I cleaned myself up, she led me into the room that ess and David were apparently in and my jaw dropped when I saw what was waiting for us.

Jess was bound with ropes. Her body was suspended so her toes could barely touch the floor. A pole was positioned with a Hitachi Magic Wand attached, vibrating her pussy. And there was a ball gag in her mouth.

"What the fuck?!" I practically screamed out in shock.

"Calm down, I promise it is okay. She has fully consented to this. Haven't you, sweetie?" she directed the last part to Jess who simply nodded her head as best she could.

The tears in her eyes seemed to tell a different story.

"With that gag in her mouth, how could she give you a safe word if she wanted to?" I asked.

"Yeah, no... that's not what we do here," Rebecca said to me. She went over and brushed an errant lock of hair out of Jess's face. "We went over what might be done to her and she agreed to it upfront. We know what we're doing so we're not going to do anything that will seriously harm her, but we will take her right up to the edge. It's what she wants."

She moved the wand away from Jess which seemed to bring her both relief and sadness simultaneously. Rebecca slipped her right index finger straight into Jess's pussy, extracting a deep, full body moan from Jess.

"Oh yes, baby. You've got her primed for sure."

Rebecca produced a long cat of nine tails made out of thin, broad leather strips. She smacked Jess across her chest with enough impact that her tits jiggled. She moaned into her ball gag like it felt amazing but I saw tears stream from both eyes.

"Hey!" I shouted.

Rebecca struck her again, Jess's tits again flopping to show me that they had been slapped hard enough to move them.

"Come on, she can't be enjoying this!" I pleaded.

"Come, feel her pussy," Rebecca implored me.

As I was hesitant to fondle my bound fiancée, Rebecca forcefully grabbed my wrist and put my hand up to Jess's open gash. She was wetter than I ever recall feeling her. Literally dripping into my hand.

"Face it, your Jess NEEDS to be used and, abused a little bit. I'm sure you've seen signs with some of the other men who take her from you. This is just... being more honest and pushing the boundaries a bit further than you're used to."

Tears came to my own eyes. Did I even know this girl who I was planning to marry? Why had she kept this side from me, the plans this evening from me?

I was shaken from my introspection by David adjusting her arm restraints so that they were able to position her bent over but still hanging from her arms. Her feet were more firmly on the ground now which helped her maintain her footing as David came behind her and stuffed her pussy with his old erection as hard as he could.

Jess moaned loudly through her ball gag but seemed to be smiling at me with her eyes. David continued his assault on her pussy and she moaned every time he bottomed out in her. I could only guess that the prolonged vibrations from the wand earlier had set her pussy on fire and magnified the intensity of his fucking of her.

Rebecca got very close to Jess's ear and began whispering something into it, sticking close through each thrust of her husband. Jess shook her head 'no' in response to something Rebecca had said to her or asked her. Rebecca grinned looking at me as she seemed to double down on whatever she had said before. Jess again shook her head 'no' and I felt I had to intervene.

"Rebecca, whatever you're asking her, she clearly doesn't want it."

Rebecca held up one finger, as if to say 'wait a minute', and she whispered to Jess again. This time, Jess seemed resigned to whatever was being discussed. She went semi limp and nodded in agreement.

As if timed, David seemed to be about to finish and announced that he was.

"Where should I finish, dear?" he asked Rebecca as if he was inquiring about where to put up the dishes.

"Come around and finish on her face. That's what this slut deserves."

David pinched himself off and came around just in time to unload a few strong but modest loads in Jess's face.

"Are you going to clean your slut up, Darren? Should I get you a wash cloth, or do you just want to lick it off?"