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In my early twenties, I was involved with a woman called Janice. She was shorter than I am, just over five and a half feet tall, five years older than I at twenty-eight, with long dark hair, blue eyes, and worked as a personal trainer at a local gym. I was a Bottom in those days or one who has things done to them. This was one of the last relationships I was in before I changed to being a Top.She caught my eye and we hooked up. I had a jealous side that used to flare up if I saw her talking to others and I didn’t want to be that kind of woman. We had a conversation about it and she suggested that she take another lover while I watched. I wasn’t sure about this, but she was sure that seeing the thing a jealous mind fears most, her being with someone else, that there was nothing to be afraid of.I could see it was something she wanted. She seemed to think this might help so reluctantly I agreed, and we made some arrangements. I booked a hotel room; I refused to let her do it at home, for obvious reasons. I sat in the tub chair, opened the mini-bar and poured myself a stiff rum and coke.  Janice went to the clubs and promised to bring back someone that would really make me excited.I sat there for about an hour finally got a text message.”I’ve got the perfect person, heading back now. You’re going to love it.”About twenty minutes later, I heard the key card slide into the lock, the door beep and the sharp crack of the door unlocking. There was a rasp as it slid over the carpet and  I saw Janice come walking into the room. She was dressed in a tight black skirt, cream blouse and dark grey fleece.A few moments later HE walked in.That’s right HE. He was six feet tall, athletic-looking, short dark hair, green eyes, and stubble on his cheeks. He was dressed in tight black skinny jeans, a crisp white t-shirt tucked into his waistband and a blue denim shirt. They had been kissing on the way here in the lift; several poppers on his shirt were open.He stepped into the room, pushed the door closed behind him, and saw me looking at him. He had the grace to look a little bashful and embarrassed. Janice hadn’t told him I’d be there. I nodded silently at him and raised the fizzing tumbler at him in salute.I was wearing a knee-length pale pink shift dress, red DM boots and black fishnet tights. My hair was tied in a loose ponytail that hung down the back of the tub chair. The light gleamed on my glasses as our eyes met.I didn’t say a word. He didn’t speak.Janice decided this was getting awkward and she wasn’t going to get laid if we stayed like that. She grabbed the poor guy by the lapels of his shirt and launched herself at him like the cougar she was. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and ran her fingers down his chest. İstanbul Escort I could hear him grunt in surprise, and take a half step back. Janice wasn’t interested in introductions. He was there to fuck her and fuck her he would or someone else would take his place.His shirt opened in a series of sharp pops. With a deft flick of her wrist, she pulled it from him and tossed it aside. By sheer chance, it didn’t land near me. She turned her lover to the side so his back was to me while she continued to slowly strip him. His arousal was very clear by the large bulge in the front of his jeans. Janice cooed at him, pulled his mouth from hers and pressed it to her neck.She looked over his shoulder at me and gave me a devastatingly horny look. The only thing I could do was sip my rum and coke.Janice unbuckled his belt, pulled the belt through the loops with a cracking sound as the belt passed each belt loop. Her hand pressed against the front of his jeans and he moaned into her neck. She giggled like a horny school girl and looked right into my eyes.I could feel my jealousy flare; she was doing exactly what I’d been suspicious about. I expected she’d let the guy get her worked up and we’d fuck my suspicions away.His hands went to her bum, cupped it, and kneaded it. She arched her back and moaned. The deep, husky way she moaned when I touched her.My blood started to bubble like the coke in my tumbler. If only there was some ice, I could add to it like my drink.The fleece was hurriedly pulled off and tossed to the side. His fingers danced along her blouse, buttons parted under his touch. I sipped my drink through clenched teeth. My skin prickled with goosebumps, I was most definitely jealous and with proper cause now.He peeled her blouse open, showing her cream coloured bra underneath. The bra I bought her for our three month anniversary.  Her breasts bounced in their restraints and Janice gripped the side of his face, pulled him down to her cleavage. He didn’t fight an inch, and then again, why would he?He buried his face in her heavenly cleavage, his tongue licking her warm skin. His fingers gripped her ass and squeezed hard. She looked into my eyes and pouted at me. My hands shook with anger, the ice cubes clinked in my glass and I glared at her.Jealousy be damned, rage was more of a problem now. I wasn’t jealous of this penis on legs; I wanted to make her pay for this.She winked at me, licked her lips sensually and pulled his hands off her bum, and onto her breasts. Again, he didn’t resist and lovingly kneaded her breasts. I could see her nipples poke against the thin lacy fabric of her bra cups. Adrenaline surged in my blood, and my skin quivered as I repressed my anger. İstanbul Escort Bayan She turned so he could peel her blouse down her arms; she giggled coquettishly and tossed it directly at me. The bitch. I could see traces of her make up on the collar; smell her perfume from where I sat.She wailed with lust and then reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. She leaned back from him, and he took a half step back, to let her release the twins. In moments, the clasp was open. The bra hung on her body, teasingly. Then she slowly slid the straps down her arms, letting them hang in her elbows. Her arms were pressing the bra so it hung barely on her. He watched feverishly. So did I.He licked his lips and put out a hand to touch it. She let him pull the bra from her, let it fall down her arms, then tossed it at my feet. I felt it like a punch in the guts. I should leave. This was wrong; this wasn’t something I needed to see. Her eyes locked on me, glared at me, held me in place. She was my Top after all. I was her Bottom. She knew she had power over me and she was using every single ounce of it. I felt like I was pinned in position, helpless. I put my drink back on the table and fumed in frustrated anger.She smiled when she saw me do that, crowed in her triumph and shoved that man’s face onto her nipples. Those lovely brown nipples I loved to suckle, I loved to run my tongue along. To feel them stiffen to my touch, and sing to me of the pleasure I gave her.Now he was doing it, he was slobbering over her nipples, dribbling over her tits. His hands pawed at Janice lewdly and she moaned like a wanton whore. She knew I couldn’t leave, knew I’d be too ashamed to disappoint her, to stop the torture or walk away.He slurped on her skin; his teeth left love bites on her tits. Bites I used to leave. My blood surged with shame.’I wasn’t enough, I couldn’t be, or why would she treat me like this,’ the voice in my head repeated.His hands went to her skirt, dragged the zip down, slowly inch by inch. Then he tugged the skirt down her thigh. Janice wiggled her hips and they fell to the floor. Gawd, I loved that wiggle. I wanted it to be for me. Maybe I didn’t deserve that wiggle anymore for my weakness.I blinked the tears away and looked at her. She was wearing the cream silk frilly thong that went with the bra set. The one I bought. The one I gave as a sign I loved her. His hands were on them. He caressed her bum, played with the tiny strip that ran down the crack of her ass and plucked at it like a harp string.They plucked the strings of my heart; I felt it swell my chest, pressed against my rib cage. My tormented heart wanted to escape the prison of my chest and release me. Cruelly, Escort İstanbul nature prevented that so I had to endure more.His fingers slid under her ass and stroked Janice where I knew she loved to be touched. Right in the middle of her glistening lips. Up and down they went; Janice threw her head back and howled like a whore. He groaned with satisfaction and devoured her neck with his teeth. She clawed his chest and toyed with his belly button.I gripped the arms of the tub chair and my emotions surged like a storm front. Rage flashed like lightning in my mind. Shame crashed like a stormy sea on the rocks of my self-control. My pain roared like a howling gale. On reflex, I grabbed the rum and coke, poured another mouthful down my throat. The alcohol hit my system. It dampened my rage but it didn’t stop the crash of my shame.Janice could see all of this on my face. I was never good at hiding my emotions, certainly not from a lover who knows my secrets. She could tell how I felt, and she didn’t stop. She didn’t blink. She unbuttoned his jeans, gripped his jeans and in a powerful pull, ripped his jeans and his boxer shorts right off his legs. I gasped in surprise; he whistled in excitement and kicked his clothes off his feet. Janice pushed him backwards onto the bed. He landed on the bed with a creak of springs, which sounded like a crack of thunder in my head.She straddled him, concealing his very erect cock, and pressed her cleavage into his face.He gurgled within that fleshy valley and feasted on them again. Janice made damn sure I could see her face, see how he suckled on her, see how aroused she was. She rocked against him, the front of her panties showing how aroused she was. I could see her lips through the filmy material, transparent by her wanton leaking pussy.I started to pray inside, over and over, ‘Oh Goddess, give me the strength to last ten more minutes, just ten more minutes.’Janice decided to give me a real reason to be jealous. She slid down his body, leaving a soft line of kisses from his neck, down his hairy chest, down to his belly button. Finally, she reached his hard, eager cock. Her fingers gripped it tightly, stroked it slowly, she could feel its need to be buried in her body.She looked me right in the eyes and then started to pump his cock with her fingers. Her tongue slid down the length of his shaft, tickled his balls and went back up again. A glistening trail followed behind her tongue. He put his hands on her head, curled his fingers in her hair, his intentions very clear. She loved it and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. She sucked it like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever had in her mouth. Pump, pump, pump, went the fingers. Slurp, slurp, slurp, went her mouth.His fingers gripped her hair tightly and pulled her down on him. Janice gurgled for a moment and half choked. She bobbed her head up and down, slurping like a whore, and making odd choking noises from time to time. Gawd, she was deep throating him. I knew those sounds. My eyes burned with shame.

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