Chapter 2

“Yeahhh ... ohhh ... faster ... faster ... ohhh...” Ania moaned as Ryan fucked her in the missionary position, allowing her to stare up at the ceiling and to egg him on. Her husband’s cock was pistoning fast, in and out of her, building her to orgasm which was an unusual thing over the past year or two she realized as she continued to fantasize about what she might do with Maybelline and her bitch. Nothing, she assured herself as she closed her eyes and began to give up on the orgasm.

“Ohhh—going to cum!” Ryan moaned, which suddenly made Ania open her eyes in disapproval.

“No!” she complained as she playfully slapped him on the ass, which suddenly made her wonder what Maybelline would have done in this situation. But Larry was pussy-free, she recalled now and so this situation couldn’t happen.

“What?” Ryan panted as he paused and so now was only gently squeezing his dick in and out of her.

“Can’t cum,” Ania said, which surprised even herself a little as she gently pushed her husband off her, “I forbid it,”

“Huh?” Ryan chuckled as he rolled away, “Why?”

“Umm,” Ania shrugged as she pulled the sheets up over her tits, happy now that Ryan appeared to be accepting things and looked to be ready to fall asleep as she went back to staring up at the ceiling. After a few minutes, she forced herself to ask him, “Maybelline tell you what she’s been showing me ... you know ... with someone?”

“Hmm ... yeah, my cousin’s weird,” Ryan replied sleepily.

“And?”

He opened his eyes a little now before saying, “She’s teaching you she says, but wouldn’t say about exactly what.”

“Well, I’m not cheating on you,” Ania declared as she watched him close his eyes again, this while she began to think at what point it could become cheating.

“Didn’t think you were ... maybe she’s got the hots for you,” He replied sleepily with a slight chuckle, “I told her you weren’t a lesbian.”

“Oh, thanks,” Ania replied as she gave him a disapproving look, which she wished he could see but his eyes were still closed. Yes, sex was boring with him she assured herself as she watched him fall asleep. She’d been talking herself out of this conclusion for a long time she knew and perhaps it was time to just deal with it. Again, her thoughts turned to the bitch laying over the pool table, which suddenly made her want to fuck again. What a power trip!

“Fuck me!”

“Hmm...”

“Fuck me now!”

“Such a good boy ... mmm...” Maybelline declared with a kiss on Larry’s cheek as Larry closed the door behind them, leaving Ania boxed in and forced to watch now as Maybelline pointed down at the short boots she was wearing, causing Larry to drop quickly to his knees and to kiss them repeatedly. “Now Ania’s—she’s been good to you,” Maybelline commanded, causing Larry to quickly crawl over close enough to Ania so that he could kiss her feet as well.

“Was I that good to him,” Ania laughed nervously before slowly extracting herself from the situation by stepping over Larry.

Larry had driven the two of them to a distant shopping mall, partly because this little seaside resort town had few places to shop. The man had catered to his wife’s every need and even had excepted banishment to the car while the two women had dinned in a small café, with Maybelline having commented that he would get a sandwich or something so not to worry. This was erotic in a strange way to Ania, which had caused her to shake her head, just slightly, at the comment when it came.

“Oh, you’re working so diligently to keep your lady happy!” Maybelline called out as they passed by Ryan, who had to work while they shopped, which was normal for these past few weeks. “Keep it up and you’ll get a special reward, I’m sure!” This Maybelline said as she turned to give Ania a wink.

“That’s what I work for!” Ryan replied with a laugh.

“See...” Maybelline said to Ania, “ ... you’ll have him kneeling like Larry in no time.”

“I didn’t say that!” Ryan called out with a grin, before going back to work on his laptop.

“Uhhh ... discipline time!” Maybelline declared with a smirk, “Be warned Ryan, I’m teaching her the ways to punish a man.”

“She is...” Ania warned softly as they walked into the kitchen, getting a “Looking forward to it,” reply from Ryan, which got a cruel evil looking grin out of Maybelline, who was now slowly nodding her head at Ania. “Dream on,” Ania whispered to her friend.

“He’s the one dreaming!”

“You don’t know that” Ania insisted.

“Huh! Bet his cock’s hard and leaking at the moment,” Maybelline replied dismissively, making Ania wonder if Ryan was listening as she paused to think about things for a moment before starting to pull stuff out of shopping bags. Ania had bought some lingerie at Maybelline’s insistence, and as she held up a sexy push-up bra for a moment, a mischievous idea suddenly popped into her head.

“Ryan, come see what I bought!” Ania called out as she headed for the nearest bathroom.

“Sure...” came his reply as he slowly stood, stretched a little, then followed her. “Nice,” he said as he gave her a confused look as she closed the bathroom door behind him. “You like it,” she asked she laid it across her chest and pushed up against him, which he declared he did.

“How much,” she asked as she unbutton his pants and then slowly snuck her hand down into his briefs, this to determine the truth of things. “What have you been thinking about?” she asked with a pout as she pulled her hand out to display the pre-cum on the end of her finger.

“The bra!” he replied with a chuckle, which to her was an obvious lie as he couldn’t be leaking this quickly from that.

“I will have to punish you,” she declared as she hid the bra behind her back and then opened the door and walked out.

“How is that?” he asked as he followed her.

“Hmm, Maybelline will come up with a suggestion, I’m sure,” she replied, “Has she told you anything of what she teaches.’

“That again ... what ... I ... a little...” he stuttered out.

“You’re hard and leaking—you want it!” she declared as she dismissed him with a gesture, “go back to work.” She then found herself a little surprised when he obeyed without complaint and so she gave Maybelline a little smirk when she walked back into the kitchen. “Too much innuendo, you think?” she asked softly of her friend.

“He’s about to cum in his pants at the thought of pleasing you, trust me,” Maybelline replied, “He’s a beta-male ... the most useful kind ... but not always the most satisfying, girl.”

“Alpha-males, are those the most satisfying?” Ania laughed, making sure to keep her voice down.

“If a bull has a big cock, then yes.”

“Ohhh, size doesn’t matter that much,” Ania insisted.

“Keep telling yourself that, girl, maybe the delusion will persist.”

Ania watched Maybelline’s face for a few moments as they sorted through the stuff they’d bought, before suddenly asking in a whisper, “So your bull is big?”

“All my bulls are, or they’re not my bull. Some I can hardly get my hand around, let alone deep throat them,” Maybelline chuckled as she lifted up a curled hand, “Not even my bitch can do that, and he tries so hard to swallow!”

“You make him do that!?” Ania hissed in a whisper, wondering now just how naive she was being.

“Yeah,” Maybelline snickered, “It’s so much fun when they’re not gay, it’s all about pleasing their goddess. We’ll get Ryan to that stage, don’t worry.” This last comment left Ania standing motionless over the table with eyes now unfocused as she pictured a hooded Ryan on his knees, forced to suck a big black cock, one that was coming for her pussy. The though sent a blush throughout her body, especially her pussy, which she found embarrassed by as obviously Maybelline was now smirking at her red face.

“ ... she wants to show me things, and do things ... perverse things,” Ryan declared as he stepped out of the shower while Ania stood half-naked at the bathroom mirror, occasionally wiping away the condensation so she could do her hair.

“Did she say what?”

“Not exactly, but she is my cousin, so I politely turned her down, plus isn’t this going to bother you?” Ryan asked as he toweled himself off.

“She just wants to teach ... I really don’t think she’s into you.”

“Ohh ... well sad I guess—I’m just a lab rat. You know I used to love staring at her big tits when I was a teenager, and she knew it, so I was thinking she’s just doing that again.”

“Maybe,” Aia suggested with a tilt of her head, “But I think it’s mostly for me ... she fancies herself a sex therapist.”

“Really?” Ryan paused to ask, “Do we need a therapist?”

Aia was just barely able to stop herself from giving him a brief glare, realizing now that he had no concept of her dissatisfaction with their vanilla sex. She herself hadn’t fully realized it until recently, she reminded herself, so she was willing to let this question slide. “I...” she said slowly as she placed both her hands on the bathroom counter and stared into the mirror, “ ... would like to spice things up ... and she’s helping.”

“By molesting me?” Ryan countered with a smug look on his face.

“Your cock is half-hard,” Ania countered in a daring tone as she stared at it through the mirror.

“ohh...” he said softly, “ ... guilty I guess.”

“Yes! Now turn around—drop the towel!” she commanded as she picked up her hairbrush and yanked him around until she had his butt pointing at her.

Smack!

“Say sorry ma’am...”

“Ha-ha, ouch...” he complained.

Smack! Smack!

“Say sorry ma’am or I stop,” she warned, which she realized now was a kind of reverse threat and that perhaps she should have threated to continue if he didn’t.

“Ok ... sorry, ma’am.”

Smack!