Military Wife and Her Co-Worker

"Mmm, that sounds really good to me." Amanda cooed, greatly enjoying the massage her insides were receiving.

"Have you been taking care of yourself today?"

"Um, not yet. Have you?"

"Of course. You did leave me with that picture of you in the new bikini you got."

Amanda felt the fingers slide out of her and disappear. She was kind of disappointed that Greg had given up. It was probably for the best though while she was on the phone, she reasoned. If he had kept going she probably would have started moaning, and she would have gotten caught.

"I do look pretty hot in that bikini." Amanda admitted playfully, regaining her composure.

"Yes you do."

"UNGH!" Amanda groaned involuntarily, as she felt something massive ram its way inside her waiting vagina. Greg hadn't given up at all, but had become completely overwhelmed by all the temptation of having his beautiful friend's pussy waving, leaking sweet juices in front of his face for so long. Amanda was now completely guilty of cheating, if there was any question before, and trapped in a position she couldn't escape from if she wanted to. Still bent over the coffee table, his hands on her hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, she couldn't even ask him to stop without getting caught by her husband.

"Seriously, are you alright, Mandy?" Her husband now sounded concerned.

Thinking quickly she tried to explain her noises the best she could, "It's ok...I've just gotten so horny talking to you...I started playing with myself."

"Oh, Mandy. You are so hot." Her husband said, bemused and blissfully unaware of the cock that was now deep inside her.

Greg, who seemed like a freight train of confidence to Amanda, was actually slightly terrified inside. She had not actually given him any kind of approval or permission to go this far. He had overstepped his bounds way too much by taking some friendly oral sex and turning it into unprotected penetration without so much as asking if he could. She had every right to punch him and throw him out, but somehow she was too good to resist. Holding motionless behind her, he awaited a response.

"Oh, it feels so good." Amanda spoke up, having now found a way to speak to both of her men at once.

Greg didn't need to be told twice. Removing his shirt, he now started thrusting slowly in and out of his lovely brunette. Amanda shuddered slightly from the motion. She was still terrified herself, but she needed it so badly, there was no way she could ask him to stop.

"What's got you all worked up?" Adam asked, now getting excited by the conversation.

"Oh, you know, just thinking about you."

"Ahh, that's such a boring answer." Adam said, disappointed by her seeming lack of imagination.

"I love the feeling of your cock inside me." She said, now speaking more to Greg than her husband. She began pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts, making sure Greg knew it was ok to take advantage of her.

"I should give you more of it when you get back. You'll probably need a whole day of loving after being ignored for so long. Someone should take care of you."

"Yes they should." Amanda said, now feeling guilty for how much she was enjoying herself.

"Maybe you should find a cute girl at the convention and bring her back to your place." Adam suggested, hopeful for some stories when she came home.

"Uh, I haven't really met anyone here yet. It's just me and Greg so far." Amanda struggled to stay silent as Greg pounded her back and forth. The feelings of ecstasy were almost more than she could handle.

"Lame. Well, at least you're taking care of yourself."

Greg reached down under Amanda and began stroking her clit for her.

"Oh, I need this so bad!" She moaned in response.

"That's my girl," Adam laughed happily at the scene he was imagining, "now be a good girl and finish yourself off for me."

"Yes, Master." Amanda replied, half consciously. She continued moaning and grinding for the next several minutes, while Adam continued speaking loving to her over the phone. Greg's hands slid up to her breasts, pulling her bra fully off one arm at a time. Caressing all over her trim, curvy, body he sent shivers up and down her spine, which caused her to tense up her muscles around his cock. The sensations were so intense that he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back much longer. Bringing his hands back, he began to stroke her clitoris again.

Amanda's body tensed up as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building up inside of her. The feelings of guilt, the fact that her husband was still on the phone with her, none of it mattered anymore. It all faded away as she felt the most amazing orgasm grip her and cause her whole body to spasm and clamp down around the penis inside her. She screamed into the phone, taking Adam by surprise, before going silent and collapsing onto the table below her.

"Wow, that sounded pretty amazing." Adam commented.

"That was incredible." She mumbled, kind of hoping she said it loud enough for Greg to hear.

"I hate to cut this short, but I'm getting a call on the other line." Adam said, "Feel free to call me back later if you want to chat any more. Love you, Mandy. Have a good time with Greg."

"Love you too, Sweetie. I will." Amanda hung up.

Now thoroughly exhausted and shaking, she hung over the edge a moment longer before Greg spoke to her again, "Come back over here, Amanda." Sluggishly picking herself up she did as she was told. She slid backup the couch, taking her place at his side.

"You call your husband 'Master'?" Greg asked.

"Sometimes. Only when we're playing around."

"Do you like it when he takes control of you."

"Yes, I really do." She confessed, still shaking from the excitement he had given her. She was left with the sensation of his penis, as if it were still splitting her open. She now got a good look at it, towering in front of her eyes, pulsating, begging to be taken care of. She took its shaft into her hand and began stroking it lightly.

"You're such a sweet girl, Amanda. Your husband is such a lucky man. I hope I find a girl half as great as you someday." Greg's words fell softly on her ears, warming her heart and reminding her why she still trusted him completely. "Tonight, however, you are mine. And I need you to do exactly as I say."

"Yes, Master." Amanda said obediently, even more excited by the turn this night was taking.

"Get down on your knees in front of me."

She did as she was told, looking up at him with her sweet innocent eyes.

"Take the head of my cock into your cute little mouth."

Again, she did was she was told. Greg felt the warmth of her mouth around him again and it drove him wild.

"Now suck it all down, as deeply as you can."

Amanda managed to get his cock about 3/4ths of the way into her mouth before her gag reflex made her stop. She could taste her own juices all around him, reminding her once again of how good it felt inside her just moments ago. Lapping at it with her tongue, she managed to re-moisten his shaft almost all the way around. His dick jumped in her mouth, letting her know how much he enjoyed everything she was doing.

"That's a good girl. Now start sucking me up and down until I give you your next instruction."

She obeyed dutifully. Greg couldn't believe this was happening. Not only had he managed, unintentionally, to seduce his hottest friend, but now she had turned into a sex slave and was willing to do anything he commanded. It was all too much. There was no way that tomorrow he was even going to believe any of this had happened. He needed her to go slowly at first to make it last.

"Oh, you're so good at this. Go faster now."

Amanda pulled his cock out of her mouth for just a moment to look it over. She was suddenly overcome by a feeling of affection for this specimen in front of her. Not only was it just the right size to do everything she needed, but it was also part of a man that she was coming to realize she deeply cared for. He was always there to protect her, helping her out any time she had a problem, always listening when she had to rant. If any cock in the world deserved some tender, loving care from her sweet mouth it was his. With that thought, she set to work. Giving him one seductive look first, she plunged his rod back into her throat, pumping furiously now.

"Oh...my God." Greg stuttered while his eyes rolled back into his head. Her tongue was working magic on him. He felt so guilty. "Do I deserve any of this?" He was surprised to hear himself think. "Oh, who the hell cares?" He needed someone to suck him like this. No one had given him a blowjob this good since his first time with his girlfriend back in high school.

Amanda kept sucking wildly, her free hanging breasts bouncing and jiggling with every stroke. She wanted his cum, she needed his cum. She needed to feel that splash of warm liquid hitting the back of her throat, letting her know how badly she was wanted. Greg obviously wanted her very badly indeed. His cock was rock solid, pulsating, and oozing pre-cum into her mouth. She felt his shaking and knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Oh, Amanda. You had better move, I'm going to cum soon." Greg finally mustered reluctantly.

Amanda thought it was cute that he was trying to be such a gentleman about it. She really did trust him completely, and she wanted to show how much she cared for him. She figured letting him cum in her mouth was the least she could do to show her appreciation.

"Amanda, seriously, you are way too good at this. If you don't want me to cum in your mouth this is your last chanUUUNGH!!" It was far too late. He shot load after load of his sperm into her mouth, making her cough a little bit, and caused some of the seamen to drip down his cock. She quickly swallowed as much of his load as she could. He was uncontrollable as he kept spurting the last drops into her mouth. A few moments after he was done she began licking the remainder off the length of his shaft. Once he was completely licked clean she finally looked up into his eyes, "Did I do good, Master?"

Feeling that twinge of excitement again, while overcome with euphoria, Greg responded, "Yes you did, Amanda. You were amazing. Come sit with me."

Crawling up onto the couch she sat down next to him, and he put his arms around her. She laid back against him as he laid against the arm of the couch. His hands found their way to her shoulders again and he continued the massage they had begun earlier, still causing her body to twitch in the wake of her own orgasm.

"I hope you don't regret anything." Greg finally spoke up.

"Not at all." Amanda replied.

Greg's arms eventually got tired and made their way to her breasts.

"It's going to be a fun week." Amanda said, before they both drifted off to sleep.

Greg never found out what his room looked like that week.