Louise…Slut At Last Pt.2 3.5/5 (2)

After I pressed “Send” on the email to Les (who would hopefully soon be my wife Louise’s new Master), the seconds ticked by at a glacial pace. It was already late afternoon when I sent Louise’s contact information and weekly schedule to a man I’d only just “met” on craigslist. Soon, it was 5:30, and time for me to be heading home.

But I didn’t hear back from Les, no matter how many times I refreshed my Inbox on the Outlook account I used for craigslist communications. He had just gone dead quiet on me.

So, I stayed after work, finding small tasks to keep me busy, things which would put me ahead of schedule for the following work day. Finally, at 7 pm, I concluded that I was not going to hear from our new Bull today, and I drove home, a bit dispirited. Had he only been toying with me? Did he perhaps acquire Louise’s personal information as part of some identity theft scam?

You never really know who you’re dealing with on the internet.

I checked my craigslist email account as soon as I got home. Still, nothing. I checked it many times before leaving for work the next morning. Nothing. I was pretty sure I had been played somehow, by this fellow Les with the enormous cock. Or, who knows? Maybe just with pics of someone else’s enormous cock.

I drove to work with the wind taken out of my sails. But when I arrived at work, after handling my first batch of work emails, I checked the Outlook account again, and Les had written back:

“Time to buckle up, Cuck! I’m going to take “your” wife from you today. Get ready for a wild ride! REMEMBER, you said you wanted this! No turning back now, loser.”

My cock started to get hard. I scanned over the email I’d sent him the afternoon before, to see where I’d told him Louise would be today. Grocery shopping, gym, or literary club. It could be anything, really. But I figured he seemed pretty eager, and the literary club met in the evening, so I was guessing he’d stalk her at her gym.

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Louise, meanwhile, went blithely about her daily rounds. First, she went to her small local gym, where she made sure to chat amiably with Jim and John, her two “pursuers”, making sure to bend down nonchalantly before each of them to show them a bit of cleavage. For Jim, her Luster-in-Chief, she had a special treat.

She had not worn panties today under her leggings, and she made sure that Jim was well-positioned on a treadmill in front of the lying leg curl machine, before she did 5 sets (light weight for 20 reps per set) of hamstring curls, her back arching to show Jim her beautiful tight, lush, ripe round married ass. Well, she didn’t think of it in exactly those terms. She just thought she was doing a nice thing for a nice man.

But for Jim, in reality, it was torture, and he wondered if Louise was some kind of sadist, the way she purposely stuck her ass up like that, which gave him a raging boner every time. He looked down now at his asymmetrically arranged gym shorts, flat on the left, but with a pronounced cylindrical shape pushing them out on the right. Louise finished her last set and took a look at Jim’s shorts. Then she gave him a wink and headed for the shower.

After this was grocery shopping. Always uneventful, and a tad boring, but it had to be done. She had a system, though, and was methodical in choosing which aisles to go down, and in what order, so before long Louise was pushing her 3/4 full cart out to her big, dark red sedan. As she rolled her cart to a stop in front of the trunk, a gentle warm breeze made her stop and be thankful for the day. She unpacked everything into the cavernous trunk, and gently closed the lid down over her purchases.

As the trunk lid latched with a pleasing thump, a man approached her slowly from the direction of the supermarket, a man she did not know. He spoke softly and said,

“Pardon me, ma’am, but I saw you in the store and I didn’t want to interrupt you while you were shopping … but I couldn’t help but notice your wedding ring. It’s really something! May I see it?”

“Okay, this is weird,” Louise thought as she tried to size the guy up and think of escape routes. “He knows that this is my car; he just saw me put the groceries in it,” she thought. The fellow was taller than average, and had a good, solid build. He was dressed in loose, cotton gym pants and a t-shirt that showed a very decent physique for his age.

She would have estimated him to be about her same age, mid-forties. He had a neatly trimmed beard, and ice blue eyes. He was not bad looking, certainly not a panhandler. But, what kind of man asks to see a woman’s wedding ring? She half thought of jumping in the old Mercury, and high-tailing it out of there. But the silence after his query had become too long, and she didn’t have a viable plan yet. So she cautiously held out her left hand for him to see the ring. It suddenly struck her what he was … he must be a jewelry thief.

While she was thinking this, the man deftly but gently grasped her hand, and in a fluid motion brought it downward and placed her palm on the crotch of his pants. There, her fingers encountered the barely disguised shape of his fully erect member. Thinking about it later, she wondered why her first thought had not been, “My gosh! That thing is HUGE!” But that was her second thought. Her first thought, as he gently moved her hand along the length of his hard shaft was … “What kind of material are those gym pants made of? So sheer! I can feel everything through them!”

She was taken aback, but the other part of her brain, the part that had been working out a way of escape, came through for her. She would play along, but only for about two seconds.

“Wow!” Louise gasped … “I’d better see if I have a condom with me!” And she freed her hand, unzipped her purse and reached in it, with the man’s face looking very confused.

1 Comment

  • Philip

    Reply Reply January 8, 2018

    great second part, please add more to the story

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