When wishes go wrong

+++

I decided, after publishing chapter 1, to add this little warning. It is more about information than warning.

No, the story remains a straight story; don't you worry about that, but it will have a weird twist.

If you are open-minded and you like the other kinds of "twists", then check out Penelope, chapter. 6. Just saying...

Next level of kink would be "The Dark Hotel" series.

The thing is, I get an idea for a story, and I start writing it. I don't even know how to categorize it, so I started it as a "cheating wives." story.

But another category will come too... Nothing big, but it will. The name of the story already hints a little.

Jason lusted for Timmy´s wife, Margo, for months. Jason had first seen her at the company's Christmas party last November, as she was introduced by the CEO to all employees. Shareholding laws require transparency, and it was announced to all employees that she had bought 51% of the shares. She made a short speech to introduce herself and wished everybody a great party. Jason and her husband Timmy were no friends, just colleagues. The moment Jason saw Timmy's wife, he wondered how to get closer to her.

As he sat drinking a whisky during the party in a quiet corner, a plan came up in his mind. He would become friends with Timmy, then really good friends with him, and one day Timmy would invite him to his place. Because he had to be careful, they looked as if they were happy in their marriage, and he couldn’t make the mistake of flirting too hard and make her lose her interest. Or even getting fired by her. But that way, he could chat with his wife and take it from there. He stood up and started looking for Timmy at the party.

Months past, and in those months, he would often coincidently bump into Timmy, either in the cafeteria, at the reception desk, or at the Friday Mix and Mingle, where the company offered free drinks starting 3 PM, to boost the employees’ spirits. Once the friendship with Timmy had reached a “starting” level, on one of those Fridays they were having a drink together at the Mingle party, and Jason suggested Timmy bring his wife next week. “Good idea.” He said, “She works too much anyway.” Jason smiled; step by step he was getting closer to that married pussy.

On the next July Mingle, as everybody called it, Timmy introduced his wife Margo to him. Jason greeted her enthusiastically, telling her that Timmy and he had been friends for a bit longer now. As the three were standing there chatting, he had a chance to thoroughly check her out whenever she spoke.

Margo had this potent, professional seductiveness that hits immediately. A stunning blonde with voluminous, wavy honey-coloured hair hanging past her shoulders, smoky eye makeup, and full, glossy lips slightly parted, which was an invitation to any grown man.

She wore that day a black wrap-style crop top which clung to her body, the deep V-neckline plunging to reveal an impressive cleavage and the inner curves of her big breasts. Sometimes she was pulling the fabric down a little bit with both hands in a teasing gesture that suggests she's about to expose more. Each time she did this, she would lock eyes.

Her midsection was taut and toned, with a flat stomach visible between the cropped top and the high waist of her skirt. The skirt itself was tight-fitting, hugging her hips and thighs like a second skin.

A very sexy body—she has the classic hourglass proportions that the outfit easily displayed, big tits, a flat stomach and a big hard ass matching the size of her tits.

The overall effect is that she resembles "a boss who knows exactly what she's doing"—confident and deliberately provocative, with her slightly parted lips suggesting she's a boss who knows exactly what she's doing"—confident, deliberately provocative, with those slightly parted lips expression suggesting she's ready to own you and fuck you on the desk behind her.

Jason went rock-hard in seconds, his brain visualising what she should do to him. Close by she was even sexier, as he remembered the day he saw her from afar. She was a true sex dream come true of every man!

He tested the waters with her and talked about all kinds of things to find any weaknesses he might use in the future. Her hobbies, his hobbies, working out, sports, and doing. She sent her husband to go fetch more drinks for them, and he didn’t even object. She was probably the boss at home too, Jason thought, seeing that Timmy didn’t even object, or better said, he carried out her wish without a second of delay.

The moment her husband was gone, he started asking more questions with a double, flirty meaning. Like how she could look like that while working so much. Or how she loved best to stay in shape. Or things like riding on horses kept many muscles hard. Timmy's wife was not stupid and right away noticed the double little meanings.

“Why don’t you come over this Sunday? We are having a BBQ with some friends. "Margo said.

"Sure," Jason replied. It was a bit too quick, he realised, but Margo pretended to ignore his eagerness.

“It will be very warm though; the second heatwave will hit town. You might want to wear very little.” She added.

Jason's cock twitched hard in his business pants the moment she said that, and from the corner of his eyes he saw that Margo had noticed it. That quick glance of hers to the outline of his fully erect cock, her eyes swiftly wandering over his crotch area. A lewd smile on her face as she had seen his size.

And then her husband came back with their drinks. Margo took the initiative again, telling her husband that she had invited Jason to join their BBQ.

“We need more food then.” Was the first thing Timmy said.

“Well then you go buy some, dear.” Margo replied, telling him what to do in the most natural way.

She is definitely the boss at home, Jason thought. She decides. She will also decide for him, he thought. Decide if she will fuck him or not. Looking at her inviting body again, as an afterthought, Margo would very well be able to kill Jason in bed… Some women simply do you instead of the way around.

Timmy wrote down their address for him and told Jason the BBQ would be up and running by 1 PM. They chatted some more, finishing their drinks, and the couple said goodbye. Margo gave Jason a look he couldn’t place properly. Something in between neutral, and I will punish you. He felt a bit insecure but enjoyed watching the swaying of her hips as the couple walked away.

…

Sunday arrived, and Jason had been sleepless almost every night since the Mingle. The only solution had been to beat his cock twice a night, trying to fall asleep. Some nights even three times. It worked a little bit, and he thought it was a good thing having masturbated so much thinking of Timmy's wife, because he worried he might cum in his pants the moment her soft hand would touch his bare arm on Sunday. He planned to wear a T-shirt and his old sports shorts, loving the way those shorts were worn. It was also part of the next step of his plan, to show Margo whenever he had a chance the outline of his cock. He would have both his hands in his pockets and pull the thin shorts against his body whenever she might be looking at his crotch. And since he was so aroused by her, he didn’t worry about the size of his outline.

He saw Margo looking at him the moment he got out of his car. She waved at him, and he had a chance to enjoy what he was seeing.

Timmy's wife wore some kind of short, very tight dress—long-sleeved and ending mid-thigh—clinging to every curve like it was painted on. It had a floral print, but that didn’t matter; you could see everything. Her big breasts being pressed together, the narrowness of her waist, and the curve of her full hips. The long sleeves added a touch of sophistication while the short hemline shows off her toned, tanned thighs. The closer he got to the house, the better he could see her hard nipples, betraying her braless tits. He wondered if she wore anything below that dress at all.

The moment he arrived at the gate, Margo took care of him. She introduced him to everybody, sometimes softly touching his arm, making his cock twitch, or simply taking him by the hand and leading him, the moment she wanted to introduce him to somebody else. Sometimes it almost looked as if Margo and Jason were a couple. Her husband was busy providing drinks to everyone, taking care of the BBQ, bringing food out, storing more drinks in the fridges and opening the fence gate of the front garden whenever new folks arrived. He was almost running to get all his chores done.

“Let me show you our place, Jason.” Margo casually said to him, keeping eye contact. “I think you might like our bedroom.”

Jason's cock went fully erect, and he saw Margo lustfully smile as her eyes wandered over the thick outline.

“Honey,” she shouted at her husband, I will show Jason our place.”

“Sure!” Timmy answered, not even looking up. He was having troubles with the coals on the BBQ; some areas under the grill grates were way too hot, and others didn’t heat up at all. One sausage was already burnt. Timmy wanted to be the perfect host, and he was silently swearing, his temples sweaty from the heat and the stress he felt.

“Come with me, Jason," Margo purred, grabbing him by his hand. “I will show you some pretty valuables. I am convinced you will like them.”

Jason felt his precum wet his shorts. Was it happening already? Before he could organise his thoughts, Margo kept talking to him.

“I have three spaces to offer you, Jason. I need you to take care of all of them today, multiple times. If you like, you can stay the night…”

Jason swallowed. He was about to fuck her right here!

“We have several guest rooms; let me show you the largest one. I like large things.” She cooed, holding his hand and making him follow her up the stairs towards the first guest room.

The moment she closed the door behind them, not even locking it, she undressed in front of him, in one swift motion, her dress dropping onto the floor. She carefully stepped out of it, keeping her sandals with wedged heels on. She wore nothing under it; her big tits now release in full view.

“Jason,” Margo whispered, as she stood with a spread-legged stance in front of him, her arms on her hips, challenging him, “I am very wet; please skip the foreplay.”

Before he could answer, she turned and slowly walked towards an old Chesterfield sofa, her wooden heels clacking on the tiles. She kneeled on the vintage sofa and placed her hands onto the armrest so she could bend over, offering him her very moist slit.

“Are you going to make me a very bad wife, Jason?” She cooed, looking over her shoulder, wiggling her ass for him.

He quickly undressed and walked with his throbbing cock right behind her inviting slit. He could smell her arousal and aligned his cockhead with her moist opening.

As he entered her married slit, she lifted her head back slightly, moaning, enjoying the masculinity of his thick girth. She hadn’t expected him to be this thick, her labia fighting with the stretching.

As he drives deeper into her from behind, Margo grunts, her face showing pure ecstasy—eyes closed, lips parted in a moan, completely lost in the sensation of being taken.

She'd been teasing him all evening, wearing that tiny dress that barely covered her ass, bending over deliberately in front of him to pick up her wine glass, giving him glimpses of her bare pussy whenever she crossed and uncrossed her legs, as they were seated in the garden. Now she was getting exactly what she'd been begging for.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, gripping her waist harder as he thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt in her wet heat.

"Yes," she gasped, her knuckles white as she gripped the leather armrest, pushing back to meet every stroke. "Fuck, yes, don't stop."

The fireplace crackled behind them, casting their fornicating shadows against the room's wall. He set a hard but slow pace, pulling almost all the way out until just the thick head of his cock remained inside her clenching entrance, then slamming his cock back in, his hips slapping against her ass.

"You're so fucking tight," he grunted, reaching around with his free hand to find her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he continued to ram into her. "Taking my cock like a good little slut."

She moaned louder, her walls fluttering around him, milking him. "Harder," she begged. "Please, fuck me harder. I want to feel you for days."

He obliged, gripping her hip with one hand while the other remained tangled in her hair, using both for leverage as he drove into her relentlessly. The leather chair creaked beneath them, shifting slightly with each powerful thrust. Her big tits swung under her, nipples hard and sensitive, hitting against the cool leather with every shove.

"I'm close," she whimpered, her thighs trembling, her toes curling against the rug. "Oh god, I'm going to come; don't stop, please don't—"

Her words dissolved into a wail as her orgasm hit, her body convulsing, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice, pulsing and flooding around his shaft. The sensation of her coming around his hard cock was too much—he felt his balls tighten, that familiar pressure building at the base of his spine.

His first load of seed was explosive, shooting directly into her womb, flooding her. He kept thrusting shallowly, pumping rope after rope of thick cum into her, filling her until it overflowed, dripping down her thighs and onto the leather beneath them.

She collapsed forward, trembling, and he followed her down, their sweat mixing, staying inside her, making sure every drop stayed deep where it belonged.

Timmy's wife had never mentioned anything about protection.

To be continued.

COEDs – Can’t live with them, can’t fuck without them.

My WhatsApp buzzed:

Mike
Hey

me
Hey Mike, whats up

Mike
My daughter Janine wants to spend the weekend with yours, is that OK for you?

me
Sure, but my wife is not here this weekend.

Mike
I think anine will like that, since you are not the controlling kind of parent

me
Thanks. Yea, sure, she can stay. When do you pick her up on Sunday?

Mike
Is around 7 PM OK for you?

me
Will do. When does she arrive?

Mike
I dont know, perhaps yours knows?

me
I will ask her. Bye

...

Mike's daughter Janine was a wild one, and he only trusted us for her to stay the night. I hadn’t seen Janine in the last two years, because I was travelling too much for my new regional manager position. But the hard work paid off, and I could work from my home office many days a week. What I would do is, after discussing and coordinating it with my wife, simply pack all the necessary customer visits in one single week. The reason was that when I was travelling, she couldn’t go to any conventions or seminars for her education in that specific week, but me gone one sole week, it worked really well for the both of us. Right now, my wife was gone for two entire weeks, having left on Monday morning, four days ago. It was summertime anyway; there's not much to do for me right now.

I didn’t tell my wife that Janine was staying, preventing any additional "watch them both" tasks. If she were to find out, I would simply use my standard excuse, "Sorry, I forgot, too busy with work, I guess?" I decided to go and buy some extra groceries for them so they would have a cool weekend. At the supermarket I felt naughty, and against my wife's orders, I bought alcohol for the girls. Even if the laws in this state were strict, I was still a Dutch guy, and two 18-year-olds deserved a break. But only at home. That was my rule. No wonder my young Sugar Pie had so many girls spending the weekend!

I quickly send her a WhatsApp:

me
Hey, Janine can stay with us for the weekend. I am off to buy some more food

THANK you daddy!

And then my daughter sent me all kinds of emojis, which I didn't want to understand. Clapping hands, hands folded together, and so on.

Now I didn’t want the girls to be dead drunk and vomit all over the bathroom floor, so I bought light alcoholic drinks, such as refreshing hard seltzers, crisp wine spritzers, light beers, and low-ABV cocktails like the citrusy Aperol Spritz and the Gin Rickey. This would put them in a nice tipsy mood but prevent the slurred drunk level.

As I was done doing the grocery shopping, I made, sitting in my car, a couple of business calls, and before I knew it, it was getting dark. I quickly drove home, thankful that the Friday evening rush hour barely existed, since most folks would leave their work at 4 PM. I arrived home at 6 PM, and the moment I drove up our driveway, I saw a cute blonde excitedly talk to my daughter. Standing next to her was a travel trolley, so she had to be my daughter's friend.

That couldn’t be Janine. Was my first thought. The Janine I remembered had an almost rectangular body, short messy hair, braces to correct her teeth, and thick nerdly glasses. This blonde babe here was a looker! She no longer wore glasses and had long blonde hair that touched her shoulders. Was she really 18? She looked like a sexy model. I was sure she could make a decent extra buck posing nude. Hell, I would pay her to pose for me! I guessed Janine’s height was a good 5.8 ft, with a nice, slim body, her breasts and butt matching each other in size.

Weeks later, I overheard that her perky tits were a solid 34D, but that they had a tendency to be a bigger size. And they were all natural. This is what surprised me too, because they were pointing straight forward. And the only thing my brain could think of is to grab them. I kept scanning her, and Janine was wearing a tight sleeveless top and a short skirt. Very short. It ended just below her buttocks. My brain's summary concluded that the woman was one very fuckable babe.

I wanted to keep scanning her body, but my daughter walked up to me and started telling me all kinds of things I didn’t even register. The only thought I had was that this was going to be a very hard weekend.

Rock-hard. My tiny brain whispered, and I felt my cock twitch.

Not the best moment to grow a hard-on if you are talking to your own daughter. I placed my 13-inch iPad on my lap, trying to conceal my still-growing cock. The bastard had a mind of his own.

“Dad?”

“Eh, yes, Sugar Pie? I replied, lowering the driver's window.

“Can Janine and I hit the pool?”

“Sure! You don’t have to ask me such things.” I replied a little too loud.

“Thanks, Dad!"

“But!” I replied, “I want you two to bring and store the groceries I bought for your weekend. Including the alcohol.”

My daughter gave me a two-second-long look, understanding what I meant with that, giving me a big smile. But instead of keeping it down, she shouted at Janine, who was still standing at the door, that I had bought alcohol for them. Immediatly after that, Lana opened the trunk of the car and started bringing the groceries to our kitchen.

Great. Let the neighborhood know the girls have alcohol. And that prying bitch of next door would tell my wife the moment she returned. Just great.

A soft voice brought me back from my thoughts, and Janine was standing really close on my side of the car, whispering to me through the open car window.

“Are you going to get me drunk, Mr. Thomson, and take advantage of me?” Janine asked me in a sultry way. “Making me do things, Mr. Thomson?”

Thank God I still had the iPad on my lap, because my cock jumped into full readiness. The iPad almost slid off my lap, but just in time I could grab it and keep my throbbing cock hidden. Of course, Janine saw my problem.

"Shall I bring your pad to your study, Mr. Thomson?” she cooed, keeping her eyes locked with mine. “I can release you from your burden.”

“No thanks, Janine, I am good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am sure.”

“You can call me any time, Mr. Thomson. Day and night.”

"Thanks, Janine," I replied neutrally, with the biggest effort.

Janine smiled, turned around and walked slowly up to the house, making sure I would see her heart-shaped ass sway with each step she took. Halfway she gave me a quick look over her shoulder, in such a way that she was inviting me to follow her.

Do her. My cock whispered. Follow her and do her!

To be continued.

...Somebody was jealous of Adam´s horse cock!