Fidelity Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Fidelity Ch 03

... “Matthew!” I looked around. No one seemed to have heard him. “Do it,” he said. He looked pointedly toward the bathrooms. My pussy spasmed as a cold splash of fear washed down my spine. I floundered for an excuse. “But I don’t have my purse. I can’t just carry it around with me.” “So throw it away. The panties, too,” he said. “Go, now.” Halfway to the bathrooms it occurred to me to refuse him. I stumbled half a step, thinking of turning around, but the moment passed. He was signing the check when I came back. I felt exposed but no one seemed to notice my nipples poking a mile through the silk. Matthew walked us home the long way through the busy section of Copeland with my jacket over his arm, ensuring everyone could see my cold nipples. They couldn’t know how hot I was because of it. He didn’t push me into the construction site for an outdoor adventure, but he did pull up my skirt and fuck me against the inside of our door the moment it closed. I had a screaming orgasm. I wore nothing under my clothes the next night when we went out for dinner and a movie. I spent the whole night on edge , paranoid someone would notice, or be offended. Matthew opened up to me more. We talked a bit more like husband and wife. That got me wetter than being naughty. “You’re talking to me more,” I said, when we got back to the car. “Is it some kind of reward for…” I flipped up my skirt and back down, briefly exposing my bald pussy. Matthew smirked, pleasantly for once, then shrugged. “I’d parade ...

... around naked if you really talked to me,” I said. He laughed at that. There was an edge to it I shouldn’t have missed. -- Two weeks later, things took a turn. “Be ready, we’re going to Slanted Door tonight,” he texted. I dressed to kill in a little black dress and heels. Nothing else but makeup . Matthew got home at nine. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees,” he said. “What? No hello?” “Do it!” he said, his anger flaring. Quivering inside I did what he commanded. He produced a curious black cardboard box. From it he pulled out this weird bulbous pink rubber thing. “What is that?” I squeaked. “You’ll see.” Ominously, he pulled out some KY and spread it on the alien thing. When he pulled up my skirt, I got worried and nudged away from him, not sure I wanted him down there. But he pulled me back, saying, “hold still. And relax.” “Relax? I thought...” Matthew’s stern look shut me up. I felt cool, slick rubber pressed against my ass, then my pussy. Pressure on my sphincter increased.. “Oh!” I exclaimed. With a pop, it slid in, the prongs filling my ass and pussy while a flap of latex covered my clit. Obviously, it was some sort of dildo. This was new. “Perfect,” said Matthew, pulling down my dress. “Try walking around.” “What?!” He spanked me. I jumped more from surprise than pain. Matthew actually spanked me! “Do it,” he said, raising his hand for another swat. Humiliated, angry, and overwhelmed with new sensations, I caved, doing as he asked. Again. The little alien invader got me ...