The Podiatrist & Stadium Girl
written by:
mcerotic

It's probably best if you have read Podiatrist and Stadium Girl before this so you know who the characters are. I suspect it reads OK alone though.

Thursday (again)

I was still in bed. It was early.

"want to meet for coffee?" I texted Rebecca.

Having lost track of her for nearly ten years it was fun to have her back again when her husband found my phone number tattooed just above her slit and called me.

"yes" she replied.

We arranged a time and a coffee shop near her house. I got there and was already at a table with a coffee when she walked in the door. She was wearing very tight jeans, high heels and a tight top. You could sense everyone in the coffee shop checking her out while pretending not to. I got up and kissed her chastely on the cheek. This was not the occasion to make her submit to something degrading. I bought her a coffee and we sat down. I'd picked a table where nobody else was nearby so we could talk.

"I was surprised in some ways that it took ten years before anyone called me. Or maybe you grew your pubes again when you moved back east."

She laughed. "Actually I didn't. It was always fun when I had a new lover. He would be so predictable. The first time he got my panties off he would notice your phone number. But he wouldn't say anything, not want to risk that if he made a fuss about it, I might not fuck him. Then after we'd fucked, we'd be kissing and cuddling and he'd ask whose number it was. I'd tell him he had to dial it if he wanted to find out. He'd never dare."

I laughed. "I half expected a call like that. That was why we did my number not my name."

"I even tried lowering the bar and telling them to text it. It's a lot less intimidating than calling a strange number that you just discovered on your girlfriend's mound. They wouldn't even do that."

"Did it ever cause problems?"

"No. To be honest, I loved it. That you owned me even though I was fucking him. I know they hated it being there if we got into a real relationship, which made me love it even more. Even though we'd lost touch, I never thought of my pussy as anything but owned by you. Boyfriends just got to use it."

"So how come your husband didn't find out before?"

"When I decided it was time to settle down and find a husband, I also decided to grow my hair back. I didn't think having another man's number tattooed right by my pussy was going to increase my marriage chances."

"How long have you been married?"

"Just over four years."

"Are you ready for an adventure?"

"Gosh. Those were the first words you said to me all those years ago. I can still remember texting back that I was ready, and then wondering what the hell I'd done."

"You don't regret it, do you?"

"Not in the slightest. You changed my life for the better."

"Do you want me to continue to deliver?"

"I'd rather not answer that. Being a married woman. Do you still see Cameron?"

"Yes. Not as often as when we were that little threesome that practically lived in your bedroom a couple of days a month."

"Are you going to send me to her husband John again?"

"Yes."

"Wow. I'll do it, of course. It feels so good to be back. I missed it. Even before I got married, just dating. Normal sex is pretty vanilla after what I'd experienced with you."

"And now you're married?"

"I've been faithful. Well, until you showed up and did me in front of him. I adore married sex, it's so loving and comfortable. But it's also like having oatmeal for breakfast every day. Very healthy. But sometimes you want a bloody Mary and eggs Benedict."

"Nice analogy. I shouldn't have cum in you the other night."

"No. It was foolish. But I wanted it as much as you. It was a perfect moment of depravity, especially in front of my husband. I had my period, by the way. But don't squirt in there again." She laughed. "I've got a perfectly serviceable mouth and ass you can blast into as much as you like. Or spray all over my body or my face. You know how I love to feel used."

"How was it with Raphael after I left?"

"He was stunned. I hadn't told him you were coming. You arrived. I introduced you. You made me show you my pussy, impregnated me and left. You were only there about five minutes. I don't think he believed his eyes. I took him to bed and it felt normal. I don't think it's created any crisis."

"Has he done you anally?"

She laughed. "No. That's doesn't seem very wife-like. He has no idea how wild I've been. Well, he's not stupid. After the other night, I bet he's got a pretty good idea. But he's not tried to get me to confess yet. Let's face it, you don't get a phone-number tattooed inside your panties without there being some sort of a story."

"You'll confess if I tell you to. You'll tell him everything."

"Of course. You own me."

"And you'll take him in the ass if I tell you."

"I know."

"Do you want to go and make love?"

She laughed. "You never say ‘make love'. You always say ‘fuck' or ‘give me your cunt' or something like that."

"I'm in the mood. It's been ten years. You're back."

"Wow. Where shall we go?"

"The marital bed."

"Really? I suppose. Somehow the idea of doing it there is simultaneously more romantic and more immoral."

We left the coffee shop and went to her house.

"I want a shower first," she said. "I want to feel totally clean for you. Do you want to join me?"

The two of us took off our clothes and slipped under the hot water. I took a washcloth and some soap and washed her body.

"You're in a soppy mood today," she said. "You've never done that before."

"You don't like it."

She punched me gently. "You know that is not what I meant. That I love it."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. I want you to towel me dry, lie me on my bed, spread my legs, and lick me in the wonderful way that I know you can."

"And then?"

"I'll suck you if you want. But what I really want is for you to enter me and gently make love to me holding me in your arms."

We got out of the shower. I picked up one of the towels and dried her. Then I dried myself. The two of us walked through to the bedroom. She moved onto the bed and I lay beside her. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed, our tongues languorously dancing like a slow waltz.

"I love you so much," Rebecca said. "And I love my husband dearly. I'm not sure how it's all going to work...especially once I have kids."

"You'll have to guide me a little. I want you to have a wonderful marriage and a great family. But also let you go wild from time to time."

"You really understand women, the lust to do slutty things at the same time as wanting to be the perfect wife."

I moved down her body and she spread her legs. I couldn't avoid seeing my phone number neatly tattooed just above where the divide of her pussy began. I lowered my head and my tongue found her clit.

"Oh yes...just there. Oh you know my body better that him even after a decade...yes, perfect."

I started to circle her clit with my tongue, she continued to moan in encouragement. I let a finger trawl between her lips to her opening and slowly pushed it into the warm wetness of her vagina.

"Oh your finger feels so good...move it a little more...yeah, like that."

I started to finger-fuck her, not hard and rough but gently and lovingly. I pulled it out, coated with her juice, and moved it to the rough pucker of her asshole. I pushed lightly but firmly and my finger slipped into the tight hole.

"Oh it's been so long since anyone went in there," she sighed, as she felt my finger penetrate.

As I continued to lick her clit I started to slowly fuck her ass, long slow strokes, pushing my finger in deeper and deeper as I sensed her arousal build. I looked up, she was starting to stroke her nipples.

"I'm nearly there...don't stop...yes...oh I'm cu...ngh...ngh...I'm cu...ngh...yes...oh keep going...more...a bit more."

I felt the pulsing of her orgasm as her body flooded with pleasure. And love. I knew how she would be feeling. I very lightly tongued her clit as she came back down, knowing how sensitive she got there after she came.

I moved between her legs. She held my cock and positioned it in her entrance.

"Make love to me," she said.

"Do you want me to use a condom?"

"No. It's nowhere near the right day. But don't cum in me even so."

I pushed forward. She was so wet after her orgasm that her body didn't put up the slightest resistance and I slipped into the familiar warmth of her body. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed as I started to move inside her. Even though I'd fucked her the other night in front of her husband, this felt like the return to her after ten years.

"Mmm, this is so perfect," she sighed as I slowly fucked...no, made love to her.

We gradually sped up as we both got more aroused. We were both sighing with pleasure. Finally I got close. I pulled out of her and moved up the bed. She opened her mouth without me needing to tell her anything. The feel of her tongue, despite the ten-year gap, felt completely familiar. Sometimes I would fuck her mouth hard, forcing my cock into the back of her throat, but today was a day to just let her finish me and feel my cock jerking between her lips as she tasted the saltiness of my cum.

"I'm cumming," I said. It was probably unnecessary, she had seen me cum so many times she could probably tell to the second. She swirled her tongue around my knob as I spurted jet after jet into her mouth. She swallowed it and I moved so that we were back in each others arms.

"How was it?"

"Perfect. When you came it felt like you were shooting undiluted love into my mouth."

"Next time we'll be rough and dirty. Being owned rather than made love to."

She laughed. "Like I won't love it. I can't wait. I'm so glad you're back. Do you have any new girls?"

"I have one. But she's not quite ready yet."

"What's her name?"

"Edith."

"You've fucked her?"

"Not even that. She sucked me yesterday. But then I made her get herself off while I watched. So she feels more owned."

Suddenly my phone beeped.

"permission?" it said. Rebecca glanced at the message.

"It's Edith. What does that mean?"

"She's in the restroom at work. She wants permission to masturbate."

I passed Rebecca the phone. "Ask her what she wants tomorrow."

"OK," she said. "what do you want to do tomorrow?" she texted.

"don't make me say. everything."

"i want you to say it," Rebecca replied without consulting me. "It's kind of fun being a guy," she said to me.

"i want it inside me. is that enough?"

"you want me to fuck you?" Rebecca texted. "Being a man is hot," she said to me.

"you cannot imagine"

"have you felt like this before?" she typed.

"never so intensely. you've taken over my brain"

I took the phone off Rebecca and arranged to meet Edith later that afternoon. She was ready. Ripe. Needed to be fucked.

"What are you doing tomorrow morning?" I asked her.

"Nothing I can't get out of."

"I might send you to her. Or rather bring you since I'll be there."

"Oh wow. You are going to let me help break in a new girl?"

"You helped break in Cameron."

"Yes. But you were breaking me in too. That wasn't like this would be. I know what is going to happen and she doesn't. I had no idea with Cameron. Licking a pussy for the first time. The caning. Strip clubs. Sending me to other men. I thought you wanted a one-night-stand and it turned out you wanted everything. And I willingly gave it to you. I even let you tattoo your number on my pussy."

"Maybe we should tattoo your number on her pussy."

"Oh gosh. Like I would own her. Forever."

"Yes."

"I've not even met her."

"And since I own you, then you'd have to send her to me when I tell you to."

She laughed. "You get the best of both worlds. But it's a big responsibility. To control another girl's sex life."

"Yes. You would control when she masturbates, who she dates, whether she fucks them, who she marries...when she comes to me."

"You control when married women fuck their husbands?"

"No. That's just too impractical. Like with you. I just control who else they fuck."

"Oh my god. It's so extreme. I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"You'll do it if I tell you."

"I'll do anything if you tell me. You know that."

"But you have to keep her safe too. Like I do with you."

"How do you mean?"

"You can't tell her to go to work naked or something silly. Plus she has a four-year-old kid. So you have to make sure he is not around when you let her run wild. You have to keep him safe too."

"This is such a deep responsibility."

"I'll give her to you tomorrow. Wait for my texts."

"Oh my god. It was special with you before, when I let you put your number on my pussy. I never knew there was another level. Putting my number on another woman's pussy."

"I want to have her anally before I hand her over to you though."

Rebecca laughed. "Why before? She'll take you in the ass any time I tell her."

I laughed. "True. I hope you tell her from time to time."

"Just let me when you want it. When you get bored with mine."

I met Edith at her house having persuaded her to leave work early. We had sex for the first time. Then she went to get Jenson. She wanted me to stay the night and I agreed so it was a bit odd during dinner. It was in one sense childish and innocent. But there was also a strong undercurrent of acute sexuality, that once Jenson was asleep, the clothes would come off and we would be exploring each other's bodies.

We went to her bed and had sex, of course. Nothing special. Like she was truly my girlfriend. I licked her and made her cum, then rolled her onto her back and entered her as if we had done it hundreds of times before, rather than just once. The next day would be the time for more theatrics, to "break her in" as Rebecca called it.

Friday

In the morning I hid out in her bedroom so Jenson didn't know I had spent the night. She got his breakfast ready and then took him to day care. In the meantime I texted Rebecca and let her in and she lay down on Jenson's bed to await her instructions. Edith came back and simply stripped herself out of her street clothes and joined me on her bed naked.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her so tight she could not go anywhere if she tried.

"Rebecca," I called.

She walked into Edith's bedroom completely naked. Edith gasped.

"Oh my god. What are you doing? Who is she? She's gorgeous."

Rebecca got onto the bed and came close. Edith suddenly saw the tattoo. She reached out and ran her fingers over my number as if she expected to be able to feel anything more than smooth skin. Still, I was pretty sure it was the first time she'd touched another woman anywhere close to that intimately. Inches from her pussy.

"It's your number," she said as if in a daze.

"Yes. I own her."

She turned to Rebecca. "But you're wearing a ring. You're married."

"My husband just borrows my body. He owns it."

"Oh god. This is like a movie. Not real life."

I noticed a pen on the night-stand. I picked it up and wrote a phone number just above Edith's slit. It wasn't a real tattoo, of course, but it looked close enough. I didn't make a fuss about it, but I put Rebecca's number, not mine. Since it was upside down for her, Edith didn't notice.

"Wow. That looks so...extreme and intimate at the same time, is that possible? I simultaneously want to do it, a real tattoo I mean, and I also know it's idiotic since I'll have to live with it for life. If I remarry...shit, even if I have another baby it's going to be out there in the delivery room."

I laughed. "Maybe they'll call. A vagina with your number just gave birth to a healthy baby girl."

"Have you ever licked a girl?" Rebecca suddenly said.

"I've never even seen a girl naked up close."

"It doesn't get any closer than this."

Rebecca straddled Edith's face and lowered her pussy onto her mouth.

"Push your tongue in," Rebecca said. "Yes, like that. Just keep moving it around. Wonderful. Now see if you can find my clit. You know where yours is. Mine's in the same place."

It is always fun to watch a straight girl lick her first pussy. In one sense she is clueless. She has never done it before. It is against all her upbringing, she is not a lesbian an all that. But she has a pussy of her own so she is a lot less clueless than a man trying to find his way around down there the first time.

"Oh yes, just there, that's my clit," Rebecca moaned. "Now start to lick it with a rhythm. Not too hard. Just like that. Keep going. I'll cum in no time. Oh yes, you are going to do it. I'm close. Don't stop. Nnggh."

Rebecca's hips jerked over Edith's mouth as if she couldn't control her body, which was probably true. Edith did her best to keep her tongue in Rebecca's shaking pussy as her body flooded with arousal. I could see Rebecca's juices glistening all over Edith's mouth.

"Oh yes. Amazing. You did it. You made me cum. Oh my god it's going on and on."

Rebecca finally calmed down enough to move off Edith's face. I rolled Edith onto her front. I was rock hard and I wanted her ass.

"Get her ready," I said to Rebecca. I spread Edith's ass cheeks wide and exposed the little brown starburst of her asshole. Rebecca bent down and started to lick her there.

"O fuck, that is so weird," Edith said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because nobody has ever been back there before. Plus she's a girl. A girl I don't even know. Who's intimidatingly beautiful. I've got a hot strange girl's tongue in my asshole."

"Just shut your eyes and concentrate on the feeling. Isn't it wonderful?"

"I suppose it does feel good if I don't think about it too much."

"It'll feel good when my cock is in there too."

"Oh gosh, I've never done this. Always said no."

"You don't get to say no to me."

"I know. Whatever you ask for I have to give. First it was my panties. Then my orgasms. Now everything. My life."

I walked across the room and found some moisturizer. That would do as a lubricant. Rebecca held out her hand and I squirted some onto her fingers. Edith grunted in surprise when Rebecca pushed a finger into her asshole. She moved her finger in and out spreading the moisturizer everywhere. Then she took a second finger and pushed. Edith groaned as her asshole distended a little more.

I put some moisturizer on my cock and smeared it, especially around my cockhead. I moved onto the bed. Rebecca pulled her fingers out of Edith and grabbed my cock. She positioned it right in the center of her asshole. I pushed forward, not really hard but firmly.

Edith squealed, whether from surprise or pain I wasn't sure. I thrust forward a little more and my pink cockhead vanished into her virgin ass. If it was a little painful I didn't care. This was about my pleasure more than hers. Rebecca moved back and pushed one of her moisturized fingers into my ass. With her other hand she caressed my balls. I gradually worked myself completely into Edith as Rebecca got first one, and then two, fingers deep into my ass.

I started to thrust back and forth, moving my cock in and out of Edith's ass. At the same time, Rebecca was finger-fucking my asshole. Edith was very tight, assholes just are tighter than cunts. Plus it was her first time so she hadn't a clue how to relax a little. However, judging from her moans the pleasure was more than any pain. She was letting out a little grunt each time I thrust into her ass.

"I'm going to cum in your ass," I said.

I slumped down on top of her my cock totally buried in her body. I didn't move. Rebecca's finger massaged me inside and we lay there almost motionless as Rebecca made me pump myself empty into Edith's rectum. Finally we lay still. Edith on the bottom, me with my softening cock in her ass, Rebecca on top with her breasts pressed onto my back, her finger now motionless, still in my ass. It was one of those moments that only happen a few times in your life. We unwound our bodies and lay on the bed.

"Who are you?" Edith said to Rebecca.

"One of his girls."

"Yes, but how did you meet?"

"He came for an appointment with my boss. She's a podiatrist. Foot and ankle doctor."

"I suppose I just met him casually at a football game. What happened with you?"

"He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said no. He said I needed one. A tough one. To text him if I was up for an adventure. It took a lot of nerve but I did it."

"Wow. Such a little thing. And then your whole life changed."

"Yes. Now it's your turn."

"What's going to happen next?"

"You're going to fuck my husband."

"Really? Don't you want him to be...you know...faithful?"

"Well, I don't want him to cheat, without my knowing. But I also want to watch him fuck you."

"Gosh. It's like I'm an agent being sent on a mission."

"Exactly. I'll be there too the first time. But I may send you on your own one day. Send you as a treat. A lot better than a box of chocolates."

"Do you get sent places?"

"Yes. Especially to my ex-boss's husband. He likes fucking me."

"Why?"

"Because I let him do my ass."

"I made Cameron give me her ass exclusively," I said. "Not even her husband is allowed in there. In fact my phone number is tattooed just beside the hole."

"Wow. Being owned really means it."

"Yes. Are you ready?"

"How would I know? I've never done anything like this in my life before."

"It's intense," Rebecca said. "Absolute. Forever. But the most amazing thing I ever did."

"I need time to think," Edith said.

"Commit," Rebecca said. "I promise you that you won't regret it."

It was that evening that when showed up at Rebecca's house. Jenson was with his grandmother. Rebecca was home with her husband Raphael and although she knew we were coming, he had no idea. I rang the doorbell. Rebecca let us in.

She moved behind her husband and started to undo his shirt.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"I've been a bad girl," Rebecca said. "You don't know how bad. One day I'll tell you. But I've brought you a present so you don't feel too bad."

By then Rebecca had her husband's pants down around his ankles. She grabbed his cock and started to stroke it.

"You've got a beautiful cock," she said as he hardened between her fingers. "I want to see it in her. In her mouth. In her pussy. Then her ass. Maybe not all today. I'll send her to you again."

Rebecca turned towards Edith. "I want you undressed," she said.

Edith barely hesitated and in a few seconds her clothes were in a heap on the floor. She stood there, totally naked, breathing heavily. Somehow Rebecca's phone number roughly written in ball-point pen over Edith's slit was alarmingly obvious.

"She's got a number too," Raphael said as her panties fell to the floor.

"Yes. Mine. I own her." She looked at Edith. "I want to see my husband's gorgeous cock in your mouth."

A moment later Edith was on her knees. Rebecca kept her hand on her husband's cock, gently stroking it, as Edith wrapped her mouth around the big pink knob. Raphael let out a long groan of pleasure. Presumably it was the first time since he was married, since he first started dating Rebecca even, that he'd touched another girl.

"All yours," Rebecca said as she removed her hand. Edith wrapped her own hand around the shaft and started to stroke him as she worked over his knob with her lips and tongue.

Rebecca slipped out of her clothes. She gave a little nod to me so I undressed too. She was in charge that night. She owned Edith. She was married to Raphael. And I owned her. But that night, I would do whatever she wanted to.

Rebecca maneuvered me into position alongside her husband and then she knelt down and took my cock into her mouth. So there were us two men with the two women alongside each other sucking us. There is something very special about being sucked by a woman in front of her husband. Even more special than penetration, where taking a woman in front of her husband can be a bit rapey. Whereas sucking is a completely voluntary act, a gift given rather than received. The more enthusiastic the better, of course, since it can be shocking for a husband to see his supposedly innocent wife passionately suck off another man.

"I'd forgotten how good you were," I said, as Rebecca's head bobbed back and forth on my cock. "I won't last more than a minute."

She took her mouth off my cock. "Cum for me. In exactly a minute."

I laughed. I don't have that much control. But it can't have been that far off either. A little later I felt my cum welling up inside like it does, then I felt the first strong blast down the length of my cock into the back of her throat. She made a sort of humming noise of approval on my cock when she felt it twitching, and tasted me in her mouth.

"You are not to cum in her mouth," Rebecca said loudly to her husband. He looked at her a little shocked, presumably he was getting close. "I want you to cum in her pussy."

"Lie on the sofa. Give it to him," Rebecca said to Edith.

Edith got up and lay back on the sofa with her legs spread. Raphael moved between her outspread thighs. Rebecca grabbed her husband's cock and guided it into her new possession's vagina.

"That's so hot to see," she said.

"I'd never let my ex-husband fuck someone else," Edith moaned.

"Why? It's fine if you're there. No jealousy or stuff."

"I didn't have this kind of life then."

"You do now. You'll fuck who I tell you to."

"I know. I can't believe how much my life has changed in a week. I mean, here I am talking to a woman while her husband's cock is in me. There are so many things wrong with that situation. But it feels natural. As if it is the sort of thing I've done all my life."

"Your life has changed. You have my number on your mound. Only ballpoint pen for now. Next week we'll tattoo it there. Going forward, every guy you fuck will see it."

"Oh gosh, this is...aahh, ahhh, I'm getting close...hard to talk."

"I'll talk to you again after your orgasm," Rebecca said.

Edith closed her eyes and then her body went rigid for a second. Then she spasmed a couple of times and let out a low growl like some sort of wild animal. Eventually she opened her eyes again.

"That looked good," Rebecca said.

"It was," Edith said. "I've not had many recently."

"You don't masturbate?"

"I mean apart from that. They're never so good."

"True. The best are the unexpected ones. A new lover. A surprise one-night-stand." She laughed and looked at me. "A guy who shows up at the office and says you can't wear panties the next day. And then comes by to check. And then makes her boss lick her." She put her hand on her husband's back. "Are you close?"

"Getting there," he said.

"You can cum in her. When was the last time you came in a girl, apart from me?"

"Five years...maybe more...ngggh...I'm cumming."

"Squeeze him," Rebecca said to Edith. "Empty him. Every last drop. Suck my husband dry."

Rebecca got up and got a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. We sat around, all still naked, somewhat incongruously drinking Chardonnay. Nobody knew what would happen next but it felt like the start of a new adventure.

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