The Work of Art
Copyright© 2025 by Mohawk08
Chapter 16: Mr. Stein
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16: Mr. Stein - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
I saw a movie as a kid that stuck with me. Surprisingly, it was a musical, not my go-to genre. The 1950s era film was entitled, Never Steal Anything Small, and starred Jimmy Cagney as a mob boss who steals young blonde hottie Shirley Jones from her prettyboy lawyer husband. The film might be a whole lot darker if they made it today. I would sure watch it.
The movie’s plot was something that I couldn’t get out of my head for years and now came roaring back. In truth, I never met a woman I wanted to completely steal from any guy, but we’re talking about The Work of Art here.
One of the mob boss’s ploys was to use a slut to seduce the husband and have them be accidentally found out by the wife. Considering Charlotte’s silly Mommy rules, I liked the idea of that tactic, so I gave Lynn a call. She came to my house on Saturday, so we could talk about my plan.
“What are you doing, boss? Why all the games and the subterfuge? You’ve changed.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do. The kissy, lovey shit with Charlotte. Making her your personal assistant to keep her close. You never did that with any of the rest of us. We’re all just cunts, remember?”
“She’s special. She’s innocent.”
“She’s not that fucking innocent!”
“Well, not anymore!” I laughed. “Not after gagging on my dick for three days. So, are you going to help me or not? I can find somebody else; I just know you got a little thing for the pretty boy.”
“I got a thing for you, too. Asshole! If I help you steal her, what do I get?”
“What do you want!”
“A guarantee.”
“Of what?”
“I want to be assured that you won’t drop me once you get all domestic with your work of art. I want a once a week fuck date for five years. Guaranteed.”
Oh, fuck. The chick in the movie just wanted a car. The chits I’m expending to get this one piece of ass is ridiculous. “I’m willing to go only two years.”
“Ok. Two years ... Can I ask if you want to marry her?”
“I don’t know. All I know is I just want her. I want to possess her, own her, consume her.”
“You don’t mind that she’s kind of dumb?”
“It’s actually part of her allure, and don’t say it. I don’t need any ‘men are shit’ talk today.”
“Can I have my first fuck now? We haven’t fucked in two weeks. I’m climbing the walls here.” It always ends with the bitches begging for a pity fuck.
So I simply asked, “Will you settle for a pity fuck?”
“I’m good with that. Whatever my master wants.” She smiled.
“Take your clothes off and crawl in the bedroom.” She jumped up and stripped off her t-shirt and shorts in record time. Dropping her model-like body to the floor, she crawled on hands and knees towards my bedroom.
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