WIFE vs. MISTRESS -
PART 1
By JB57
Deanna entered her husband’s empty office. The rich, wood-paneled walls and the
marble tile floor echoed with the sound of her high heels as she glided around
the long, glass-topped executive table dominating one side of the room. On the
other side of the huge office was a massive executive desk and a sitting area.
Deanna walked around the room, deactivating the security cameras; she knew from
long experience where they were and she had already informed security the
cameras would be out this evening. Security knew better than to question her.
Moving to the head of the table, she put her hands on the thick glass for a
moment, then sat down in the chair and crossed her long, bare, beautifully
muscled legs. She sat back to wait.
In her mid 30s, Deanna was blonde and gorgeous, with the body of a much younger
woman but the presence and confidence of a woman many years her senior. She was
dressed expensively in a thin silk white jacket and a white silk blouse with
matching skirt. The skirt barely fell mid-thigh, and did little to conceal her
gorgeous, tanned legs, especially when she was sitting and her legs were
crossed. The blouse clung to her curves. The high, buttoned-up collar concealed
her cleavage, but the smooth silk tightly traced her round, firm, EE breasts.
Her hands were adorned with expensive jewelry, including a diamond studded
engagement ring sharing her finger with a gold wedding band. She played with the
rings as she waited.
After about five minutes, the office door opened again. A breathtakingly
beautiful woman walked in. She was the embodiment of the “sexy librarian”. Her
lustrous black hair was pulled into a tight bun at the top of her head. Her
beautiful face and stunning blue eyes were framed by a pair of glasses. She was
carrying a tablet in a leather case under her arm. She wore an expensive black
jacket, a white blouse, and a short, black skirt. The blouse’s top two buttons
were strategically undone, allowing a tantalizing display of the bare flesh of
her impressive chest. Her thick round breasts shifted and bounced enticingly
beneath the cloth, clearly bra-free. Her skirt ended halfway down her thighs,
drawing attention to her sleek, bare, powerfully muscled legs. Her feet were
clad in 4-inch stilettos. She looked completely calm as she surveyed the room
and quickly determined that she and Deanna were alone. Her bright blue eyes
locked with Deanna’s equally blue gaze.
“Jannette.” Deanna said. “Please, come and sit with me.”
“Thank you, Deanna,” the dark-haired beauty smiled. Even her voice was a husky,
sexy purr.
Jannette made sure the office door was locked. She walked across the room,
moving with grace and self-assurance. She was roughly Deanna’s age, maybe a year
or two younger. Deanna had always been impressed by the woman. She was hardly
surprised when she discovered that Jannette was sleeping with her husband,
Robert. Indeed, she had expected it.
Deanna remembered the first day she met Jannette, about nine months ago. Robert
had hired a new vice president of personnel for his company. He mentioned that
this person was a woman. Something about how he said it made Deanna’s radar go
off. Deanna had begun her relationship with Robert as his personal assistant, so
she was well aware of how a workplace relationship could easily expand to become
something more. Deanna allowed her husband to hire his own employees, but she
reserved the right to meet the new employees – especially the women -at the
earliest possible opportunity. Deanna knew her husband well enough to know that
he often hired women based on their physical attractiveness. That was certainly
one of the major reasons he hired her. But she was also supremely confident in
her ability to warn off any other woman. One meeting with Deanna was usually all
it took for any potential challenger to realize that Deanna was not a woman she
wanted to cross and enough to assure Deanna that the new hire could not offer
Robert anything that he could not get at home.
About two weeks after Jannette started working with Robert, Deanna met the new
vice president. She was planning a vacation with her husband and she dropped by
the office to work out some details with Robert’s personal assistant. Jannette
stopped by to speak with Robert while Deanna was there. The moment Jannette
walked in the door, Deanna knew that she had a problem. Jannette was every bit
as beautiful and voluptuous as she was. Even more, when their eyes met, Deanna
instantly felt the smoldering power of an Alpha Bitch, a woman who was used to
getting and taking what she wanted, especially when it came to sex. Deanna was
as an Alpha Bitch herself. Deanna knew in that moment that if Jannette had not
had designs on Robert before, she certainly did now. Few things made an Alpha
Bitch as happy as taking something, especially a man, from a rival Alpha. The
only thing that made an Alpha happier was proving her sexual superiority over a
rival. When Deanna locked eyes with Jannette, she felt a flash of heat in her
crotch and an intense tightening in her breasts and nipples. She knew that she
wanted to break the other woman, break her in every way possible. She knew that
Jannette felt the same way about her. All that they needed was an excuse.
Robert introduced Deanna and Jannette to each other and watched, somewhat
nervously Deanna thought, as the two women sized each other up. They shook
hands, but held the grip a bit too long as they stared deeply into each other’s
eyes. The women exchanged the usual pleasantries and seemed to get along fine,
but both women knew that they were circling each other, looking for an
opportunity to meet in less amicable circumstances.
It was a few months after that Deanna found the first signs of Robert’s
indiscretion. Late nights. Signs that he had washed his collars. He wanted to
make love in the dark where before they had always fucked with the lights on, so
that he could admire her beautiful body. Deanna had no doubt that there were
scratch marks and teeth marks on her wayward husband’s flesh. Inside, she was
seething. Like any territorial animal, she was enraged at the incursion on her
territory from another of her species. Even so, she felt the thrilling
excitement growing in her loins. On the outside, she took these provocations in
stride. She could have gone after Jannette at any time. Instead, she decided to
drag things out. Deanna began to sense Jannette’s frustration at her
unwillingness to take the bait.
Finally, one night, Robert came home very late. Deanna heard her husband enter
their luxurious penthouse apartment. She heard him enter the bathroom in the
guest suite and start the shower. Deanna slipped out of bed. She was gloriously
nude, her fantastic body perfect in every way. She walked down the hall, her
hips swaying, her heart-shaped ass rippling, her firm, thick breasts bouncing
gently. She entered the guest suite bathroom. Her husband was standing naked in
the glass shower cube, the hot stream of water pouring down on him. His eyes
were closed and he looked miserable. She examined his naked body. Robert was a
man in his 50s, but he had done an excellent job of maintaining himself. He was
still trim and fit. He had a decent personality, even if he could be an entitled
prick, like most men of his status. Like most men of Deanna’s acquaintance, he
followed his dick wherever it led him. For most of their marriage, Deanna had no
difficulty in making sure that her husband’s dick led him right back to her.
Janette was a challenge like no other she had faced before. Deanna did not blame
her husband for his weakness. He was only a pathetic man. But he belonged to her
and it was time for her to assert her rights over him.
Deanna opened the glass shower door and stepped into the spacious stall. Robert
started, grunting with the sudden shock of being intruded upon. His eyes widened
in fear when he saw his gorgeous wife, magnificent in her naked glory, her body
already growing wet and slick with the water bouncing off of him and onto her.
In a moment, her incredible tits were gleaming with wetness. Her nipples were
already hard spikes.
“Oh God,” Robert moaned, his cock springing to attention as he ogled his wife’s
incredible breasts. They instantly reminded him of Jannette’s equally awesome
rack, a pair of thick, juicy tits that he had spent a great deal of time sucking
earlier that evening. It seemed to him that Deanna’s and Janette’s tits were
almost identical. As he had sucked on Jannette’s nipples and titmeat earlier
that night he had consciously compared them to his wife’s beautiful melons and
could sense no clear difference. His cock grew to steel-like hardness, even as
his eyes darted frantically, looking for some way to hide his guilt.
Deanna smiled seductively at her wayward husband. She ran her fingers along the
many bite marks on his chest and neck. She turned him around and examined the
scratches that had been left on his back by his passionate mistress. Janette was
clearly making her challenge, marking her territory, and daring Deanna to do
anything about it.
“Did you enjoy your evening with Jannette, darling?” Deanna asked Robert
sweetly.
Robert did not try to deny it. He hung his head, trying not to look his wife in
the eyes. He stared at her tits instead and, despite his mortification, felt his
cock grow even harder.
“Is she a good fuck, baby?” Deanna cooed. She gripped his massive shaft and
squeezed gently. Robert moaned. “Is she as good as I am?” Her husband did not
reply. “Well, let’s find out, shall we?” Deanna smiled.
Deanna began rubbing Robert’s thick shaft. With her free hand, she turned off
the water. Robert moaned in uncontrollable pleasure as his wife worked his dick
with her expert hand. He collapsed onto her chest, burying his face in her
incredible tits, and began sucking and biting lustfully. Deanna allowed her
husband to feast on her tits for a time as she continued to play with his cock.
She pushed him up against the back shower wall, then fell to her knees. Robert
cried out in sheer pleasure as Deanna took his throbbing prick all the way into
her mouth, deep-throating him, before sucking and licking and feasting on him
with all of her considerable skill. She sucked gently on his balls, she shoved a
finger up his ass. But she made sure that he did not cum; she wanted him to be
completely at her mercy. For the next 20 minutes, Deanna sucked Robert with her
expert tongue, mouth and teeth, until he was quivering with unsatisfied lust.
When he was on the verge of exploding, she would stop, use special techniques to
soften his dick just enough, and then start up again, torturing him.
Deanna got to her feet, an evil smile on her face. For a moment, her horrified
husband was afraid that this was her revenge –to work him into a frenzy of
sexual desire then leave him unsatisfied. But she turned and stepped out of the
shower stall and sashayed into the guest bedroom. Robert followed her, like a
pathetic puppy. He whimpered with gratitude and relief when Deanna threw herself
onto the bed and spread her luscious thighs wide, exposing her clean-shaven
pussy and her welcoming pink fuckhole.
“Come and get it, baby,” she purred. Robert threw himself onto his gorgeous wife
and drove himself balls deep into her wet, hot, tight cunt. He moaned with
relief and desire as he entered her, as he finally lodged himself deep into the
slick, vise-like furnace that was his wife’s beautiful twat. His chest crushed
onto her breasts and he felt her nipples scoring his bare flesh. Robert pumped
Deanna in absolute ecstasy, moaning and gasping and crying out as she worked his
shaft with her vaginal muscles, squeezing and releasing, massaging and teasing
his cock. Her thighs closed around his waist and she left claw marks of her own
on his back as she worked him to higher and higher heights of passion and
pleasure. When Robert finally exploded inside of his wife, he almost screamed
with relief and pleasure. Deanna smiled as she held his convulsing body to her.
She came hard, once, but this night was about teaching her husband where his
self-interest lay: right between her legs. She squeezed him like a sponge with
her vaginal muscles and finally let him go.
Robert collapsed beside his wife, panting, his heart pounding. Deanna smiled,
cuddling up to her husband and throwing a naked leg across his body. She began
stroking and playing with his limp, sex-slimed cock. “Don’t’ get too
comfortable, husband,” she cooed. “We’re just getting started here.”
Over the next few hours, Deanna rode her husband, bouncing on him like a
cowgirl, sucking his dick until he exploded again and again, letting him take
her in the ass. When the night ended and the morning came, Robert had to call in
sick. He could barely move.
As he made the phone call, Deanna was stretched out
beside him, her naked body pressed against his side, her leg thrown carelessly
across his legs.
“Answer me honestly, Robert,” Deanna purred. “Who is the better fuck: her or
me?”
His hesitation told Deanna all she needed to know. “Really?” She sat up,
angered. “After all that, you still have your doubts?”
“No, baby,” Robert beseeched. “You’re the better fuck! It’s just that it’s
closer than you think.” As he said it, Robert was thinking about how Jannette
had played with him, driving him crazy with her luscious body until, finally,
allowing him to enter her. Then, it had been paradise – but no more so than the
paradise found between his beautiful wife’s legs. He just couldn’t decide. The
women were equals in every way, as far as he could tell.
“Well,” Deanna said, her rage smoldering behind her gorgeous blue eyes. “If you
can’t make up your mind, maybe I’ll have to do it for you. I’m going to arrange
a little meeting with Jannette. She and I can settle this, woman to woman.”
“Please darling,” Robert began. “Don’t! I’ll just fire her. This will be over.”
Deanna knew it would not be over. Robert might fire Jannette, but she had her
claws in him too deeply. He would set her up as his mistress somewhere. He could
not let her go. Deanna knew that she would need to “convince” Jannette to
relinquish her grip on Deanna’s husband. But Deanna had known that from the
beginning. It was what she was awaiting. It was what Jannette had wanted and had
signaled to her by sending her husband back in this condition. Deanna knew it
was time for her to take on her rival, one Alpha Bitch to the other, and work
this out for themselves.
“No, Robert, I’ll handle this. I’ll call Jannette myself and arrange a meeting.
In the meantime, you’re to come home every night right after work. If you’re
going to be late, call me and let me know. I don’t want you spending any more
time with her, is that clear?”
“Yes, dear,” Robert replied. He thought he was getting off easy. He loved his
wife and there was no denying that she was the best fuck he had ever had. He did
not want to lose her and he also did not want to pay the enormous alimony she
would be sure to get if they divorced. But Jannette was Deanna’s equal in so
many ways and it was unbearably hard for him to resist the intense pleasure that
her incredible body offered. Jannette possessed sexual skills and a body that
rivaled those of his wife. He found her irresistible.
Deanna knew that her husband would not be able to hold out long against
Jannette’s abundant charms. She decided that she needed to settle things with
the dark-haired vixen sooner rather than later. In the meantime, she would see
about making sure that Robert knew exactly what he would be missing if she left
him.
Later that afternoon, Deanna took a break from fucking Robert’s brains out. Her
husband unconscious and exhausted in the guest room, Deanna found Jannette’s
personal number and made the call.
“Jannette?” Deanna began when the other woman picked up the phone. “This is
Deanna Rolston.”
“Deanna! How nice to hear from you,” Jannette’s husky voice said over the line.
“How is Robert doing? I was surprised he called in sick. When I saw him last he
looked fine. He must have caught something last night.”
“Yes, he’s fine,” Deanna smiled. “I’ve spent the day making him as comfortable
as possible. In fact, I spent most of last night doing the same thing.”
“Really? I spent a lot of time last night making him comfortable too. It’s nice
that he has two women like us looking out for him.”
Deanna barely controlled her temper. She was finding the arrogance of this bitch
to be more than she could take. But she managed to keep her cool. “Yes, I think
that you and I should meet to talk about that. Sometime very soon. Maybe
tomorrow.”: The next day was Friday, so that would give them a lot of time to
settle their differences.
“I’d love to meet, Deanna,” Jannette replied. “Where and when works for you?”
“Tomorrow night, at 7,” Deanna replied. “We can meet in Robert’s office. I think
that will be the ideal place for a nice, private conversation.” Deanna knew the
office well, having had many assignations with Robert there back when they first
started their relationship and a few times since. Deanna was certain that
Jannette had fucked Robert in his office. Deanna knew that she had to break
Jannette at work if she was going to get rid of the woman. She wanted Jannette
to come to work in the future with the knowledge that this was where she had
been defeated. Deanna was sure that Jannette would be leaving the company very
soon.
“Fine. I’ll be there. I’m looking forward to it.”
“So am I, Jannette.” Deanna clicked off, her blood boiling, her tits as hard as
rocks, her pussy seething with wet heat. “You whore,” Deanna breathed. She was
going to break that bitch, she swore to herself, no matter how long it took.
To be continued