Chapter 409 Shared Trophy Wife (Bdsm Sex):>Ep13
- As much as I hated to, I stopped and snuck into my bedroom. I shut the door, but I didn't lock it. Maybe Christine was as horny as me. I was jealous that she got to cum, but maybe she would come into my room and take me much like Jimmy had done yesterday in the foyer. I thought about the video she had been watching. "Fuck me, Mistress," repeated in my head. I lifted the back of my robe and bent over my dresser. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like a wanton slut (duh) and the thought of being fucked from behind would have been too much to resist if I had allowed my fingers between my legs. Believe me, it was a struggle not to fuck myself to that wonderful vision of Jimmy taking me from behind. Then I had a vision of Christine being fucked by an anonymous Mistress. Maybe it was one of her professors. My fingers crept toward my pussy and I could feel the wetness leaking out of me. I was in so much need of an orgasm, but I stopped before I touched myself. This day was going to be so much more difficult than I realized.
- I didn't see Christine before my next edging task. I was thankful for that. I still had my robe on and it felt weird walking around the house just wearing that at 11am. I decided to masturbate sitting on the kitchen counter. I had all kinds of naughty visions in my head of Jimmy fucking me in the kitchen after I made breakfast. Again my edging didn't take long. Within minutes I could feel my orgasm building and approaching the point of no return. Like before, I could sense my body would release the moment his cock was in me. That was both good and bad, but that was how Jimmy wanted me so that was what he was going to get. About 20 minutes later Christine came back downstairs. She was now wearing a tiny crop top and running shorts. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. I wondered if she dressed like that to tease me or if it was just for herself. She sat down on the couch and asked me to sit next to her.
- "How has your edging gone?" she asked.