SECOND HONEYMOON

The bell rang above the door of the Pharmacy as 
Michelle Stevens entered. Phil Barnett, the young man 
in the white coat behind the counter looked up. "Why 
hello there, kitten!" he grinned. "Had a good day?". 
Michelle didn’t say anything, instead leaning over the 
counter and giving him a lingering kiss. 

"Oh, it’s been a long day," she said when she finally 
pulled her lips away from his. "It always is when John 
is around."

John was her husband of 2 years. He was the director of 
the local internet firm, who adored his wife more than 
anything else in the world…but that didn’t make him any 
more interesting – in bed or otherwise. Michelle had 
started her affair with Phil within three month of 
their wedding – perhaps, she often thought, marrying 
John solely because he was rich was a mistake.

"Actually…I think I might have found something to help 
you with that!" grinned Phil. "Remember that little 
fantasy we were talking about?" Michelle’s jaw dropped 
open and turned into a smile…"You’ve found a way to do 
it!?!". Phil grinned back. "I think I have!" Michelle 
squealed and threw her arms around him "Oh yes! Oh yes! 
Tell me more!!!"

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As the week went by, Michelle could do little but think 
of what she and Phil had in store for John. Even the 
thought of it turned her wet, and she knew that Phil 
was as excited. They had originally planned for it to 
begin on the Saturday, but John was attending a 
conference all week. The following weekend, however, he 
was free…

Finally, the following Saturday came. Michelle’s alarm 
rang at 8am; normally she’d sleep in, but today was a 
special day, after all - she and Phil were calling it 
her "second honeymoon!". She looked over at the 
sleeping form of John beside her. He’d actually bought 
her a present after being away the previous week…a ring 
or something – but that wasn’t important right now. The 
most important thing was currently in the brown paper 
bag inside her handbag. She took it out, and went 
downstairs.

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"Come on, sleepy head! Wake up!"

John shielded his eyes against the morning sunlight as 
his wife came into the room. "It’s…it’s…8am! I thought 
you liked to sleep in on weekends!" he chuckled. 

"I do normally, but I’ve got a surprise for you today! 
Here – drink this coffee I made. Maybe it’ll help you 
wake up!" Michelle smiled at him.

She was wearing a really girly, flowery dress – the 
sort she normally wore to Church. John smiled – 
Michelle was normally so... distant... he guessed he’d 
have to buy her more presents in the future! Michelle 
handed him the coffee and told him "I’ve got a friend 
coming over – we’ll be downstairs when you’re ready!"

"Who is it?" asked John. 

"Just a friend – he’s great fun!" grinned Michelle. 

Before she left, she reached over to her jewelry chest, 
and put on the diamond necklace he’d bought her for 
their first wedding anniversary. John smiled – she was 
really making an effort today. She knew he loved it 
when she dressed up all girly! 

The coffee kind of tasted funny, but John drank it 
anyway – the last thing he wanted to do was to put 
Michelle in a bad mood now! He finished the coffee, and 
reached inside the wardrobe and pulled out some 
clothes. The coffee didn’t seem to have done its job – 
he still felt pretty sleepy. Not surprising though, 
considering all the work he’d done at the conference 
that week. He vaguely heard the door bell sound, but 
ignored it and started to dress.

He then checked himself in the mirror, and went 
downstairs, vaguely wondering who Michelle’s guest was. 
He saw him as he entered the living room – it was Phil, 
the local Pharmacist guy. He’d never spoken to him 
before, but knew that Michelle was an old friend of 
his. He noticed that Michelle was wearing flowery 
perfume – again, very girly and not like her at all. 
She was sat next to Phil, and they were both watching 
the repeat of a football game on TV.

"Hi! You’re Phil, right?!"

"Pleased to meet you, John!" Phil shook John's hand, 
and sat back down next to Michelle. "The games just 
about to finish – check it out!"

John sat down in the chair adjacent to them and took in 
the game. "It’s only the third quarter – plenty of time 
to go yet!"

"Shush and sit still!" said Phil.

"He’s supposed to be our guest – he shouldn’t talk to 
me like that!" thought John, as he looked back over at 
the TV. A few minutes passed. "Michelle's quiet", he 
thought. He then looked over at where Phil was sitting. 
and got the shock of his life. 

Michelle was sitting there, in the dress she wore to 
church, resting her head against Phil’s shoulder. That 
in itself was pretty bad, but what made it unimaginably 
worse was that Phil had at some stage unzipped his fly, 
and the head of his soft cock was poking out!

"What the hell?!" John tried to cry, but it came out in 
a whisper.

"What, dear?" smiled Michelle. "Phil’s cock?"

John tried to yell again, but found himself barely able 
to open his mouth. He tried to get out of the seat, but 
nothing happened. He didn’t feel numb or anything – he 
could feel and sense everything, but he couldn’t move!

"Don’t you think it’s nice?" asked Michelle, before 
leaning down and gently giving the cock-head a single, 
lingering lick. "It tastes so good! And when Phil puts 
it inside me," Michelle let out a sigh. She moved her 
hand over it, and started to fondle the cock, while 
Phil hung his head back, sighing.

His cock quickly began to swell and become hard. 
Michelle kissed it again. "Oh, it's so much better than 
John’s!" she said aloud. As she said this, Phil began 
to slip his hand into the top of her dress, his fingers 
sliding inside her bra. John couldn't see much more 
from where he was, but tears of humiliation and rage 
were beginning to stream down his face at what his wife 
and Phil…her lover…were doing in front of his very 
eyes!

"Hell, I can’t wait. I need you," groaned Phil. He 
pulled down his pants, and then reached under 
Michelle’s dress and quickly pulled her panties down, 
tossing them to one side.

"Phil! You know I like a tidy house! Don't just put 
those anywhere!" giggled Michelle. She stood up, picked 
up the panties, and placed them on John’s head, making 
sure that he could still see everything, and that the 
crotch of the panties was over his nose. "You’ll look 
after them for me, won’t you John?" she grinned. 
"Now…what did you say you wanted, Phil?"

Phil gave out a loud groan, grabbed her and pushed her 
up against the living room wall, impaling her with his 
dick, fucking her as hard as he could. "AAAAH!" he 
gasped, in between Michelle’s pants and moans. "Fuck! 
you're so good!"

John was almost in a daze, more humiliated than he ever 
thought possible. Here he was, slumped in the chair, 
while opposite him his wife, dressed in her Sunday 
best, was being fucked against the wall by a man he 
barely knew! And enjoying it too.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" panted Phil, slowing to a stop and 
tensing, obviously climaxing.

"Ooooooooh," moaned Michelle. "Oh yeah baby! Oh yeah!!"

They parted, and Phil lay down on the couch.

You cum so much! I'm drenched inside!" giggled 
Michelle.

"Enjoy that, John?" he laughed, looking John in face. 
"I'm sure he did!" giggled Michelle, looking flushed, 
her dress crumpled with one creamy white tit popping 
out, its rosy red nipple erect and bigger than John 
ever remembered it being.

"You loved it didn't you John?!" She laughed, and, 
grabbing John, dragged him across the room to Phil.

"You... loved... every... single... second... of... 
that... didn't... you... John?" While she was saying 
this, she was rubbing Johns face over Phil’s spent cock 
and balls. She stopped for a moment, and leant out to 
give a long kiss to Phil, leaving John's head resting 
against his wet dick.

She then took hold of him again and rubbed his face 
against the dick a few more times, before dropping John 
to floor, and grinning at Phil.

"Come on, let's go grab breakfast somewhere! All that 
screwing makes me tired! You don't want anything, do 
you John? No? I guess not."

After cleaning themselves up, they left the house and 
appeared to head out into town. While they were gone, 
John tried to move but couldn't. Cum from Phil’s cock 
was smeared on his face and he could smell it, but 
couldn't get it off! He loved his wife! How could she 
do this to him? And she had left him here, unable to 
move on the floor, while she enjoyed a hearty meal with 
her lover! He started to sob.

A long time passed. How long, he couldn’t say, but it 
was at least two hours. At last, he heard the front 
door open. As Phil and Michelle entered the house, John 
was still where Michelle left him, face down on floor.

"John! I hope you've had a great time while we've been 
gone!", giggled Michelle as she winked at Phil.

"After we had our meal, we went out into the woods and 
had a little kiss'n'cuddle - sorry we took so long! We 
didn't do anything... naughty though, so don't worry!"

Michelle pulled him over. "Mmmmmm! You smell nice! I 
bet that deep down, you’re glad you drank our special 
coffee this morning, aren’t you?! Say ‘Yes’"

"Yes" said John, suddenly. A sense of fear seized him – 
he hadn’t meant to say that!

"I thought so!" said Michelle in a sing-song voice. 
"And I bet you wish you had a lovely boyfriend like 
Phil too, don’t you?! Say ‘yes’"

"Yes..." John found himself saying.

Michelle laughed. "Now - tell me how much you like 
being under our control, and maybe I’ll give you a 
treat!"

"I like being under your control very much," John found 
himself saying, although he didn’t mean a word of it! 
He tried to move but again found that he couldn’t.

"You see, John. The coffee you drank this morning…well, 
basically it means that from now on, you’ll obey 
whatever you're told. Which is a good thing, isn’t it? 
Say ‘yes’"

"Yes" said John, tears once more beginning to stream 
down his face.

"Now…" said Michelle looking thoughtfully, "Why don’t 
you... get on your knees, crawl over to Phil and give 
him a long, slow, deliberate blow-job? Don’t bother 
with a condom – I think you’ll enjoy it a *lot* more 
without one!" 

John’s heart began to race! No! There was no way in 
hell he would ever agree to do this! But his body 
betrayed him, and began crawling over to the grinning 
Phil. His stomach was churning as he unzipped Phil’s 
fly and took his cock out of his pants. No! No! The 
thought of even being near another man’s dick made him 
feel ill, but here it was! He tried to resist, but his 
body didn't respond... he tried to pull away, but 
couldn't... he even tried to shut his mouth, but it 
remained firmly open! 

And then it happened.

John took Phil’s semi-hard cock in his hands, and 
clamped his mouth over the head. His tongue started to 
lick the head, and he could feel the cock quickly 
swelling to full-size as his tongue moved around the 
shaft slowly. His mouth began to move down the length 
of the shaft... slowly... deliberately. 

When his mouth was full and he felt like he was about 
to gag, he suddenly pulled back....again, slowly and 
gently, his tongue licking the shaft the whole time. He 
could taste everything and it repulsed him to his very 
core, but his body wouldn’t stop. When only the head 
was still in his mouth, he found himself giving it a 
quick suck, before slowing taking the dick back in 
again.

The blow-job went on for half an hour.

And then, Phil started to groan louder and louder. He 
began pumping his dick in and out of John’s mouth. 
Fast. And hard. "Oh yeah, John! You are gonna love 
this!!" he cried out! He tensed, and John felt Phil's 
dick spasm and throb in his mouth! Cum flooded from the 
cock-head into his mouth. 

"Swallow it you nasty bastard!" laughed Michelle, and 
John found himself gulping the cum down, while Phil's 
cock spasmed and spurted more and more of it out, all 
the while, John was face fucking him! When the flow 
stopped, Michelle quickly shouted, "Now, crawl away 
from him and lie on your back!" John did as he was 
told, feeling like he was about to vomit any second.

"Listen" said Michelle, in an almost soothing tone. 
"When we were out, Phil and I, uh, well, Phil was 
feeling my tits and ass the whole time, and I’m so 
horny! And seeing you give him such a *good* blow-job 
has just made it worse! I’m gonna have to fuck him 
again! But... well, I’m sure neither of us can be 
bothered going to the bedroom, and I'd hate to mess up 
any of your beautiful furniture! Do you think you 
could... do us a favor?"

John stared at her, guttural sobs coming from him 
mouth. Michelle looked at him and smiled broadly. 
"Thanks!" she chuckled.

Phil moved over and grabbed her tits through her 
sensible dress. "You are so HOT!" he drawled, before 
squeezing. Hard. "Oooooh yeah baby!" Michelle replied. 
"So why don't you, like, rip this fucking dress off 
now! It's only one that John bought me, anyway."

Phil laughed. John could not see what was happening, 
being laid back on the floor, but heard a tearing 
sound. For the next 10 or so minutes, all he could here 
were kissing sounds, and occasional gasps. Suddenly, 
the two lovers stepped over him. both are completely 
naked.

"John! You'll make such a great bed for us!" Phil said 
to him.

"Oh yeah!" Michelle sat on John's chest and spread her 
legs. Her pussy lips were spread wide, the short dark 
curls around them wet with moisture. Her 34B breasts 
were creamy, with jutting nipples and just a few 
freckles on them.

Phil stepped forward, and Michelle opened her mouth as 
he pushed his cock into it. Several minutes passed, 
with Michelle sat on John’s chest, Phil’s cock sliding 
in and out of her mouth, groans coming from both of 
them. No sounds came from John. His face was slightly 
red, as if he were having trouble breathing due to 
Michelle’s weight on his chest.

Suddenly, Michelle reached forward and put both her 
hands on Phil’s thighs, pushing him away from her ever 
so slightly. "I need you in me, Phil" she groaned. 
"Fuck me! Now! John is going to love this so much!"

She lay back on John, and lifted her legs in the air. 
Phil laughed, and within seconds had slid his cock 
inside Michelle’s pussy, and was shafting her. Hard. 
Harder. Harder still. Michelle was almost screaming in 
ecstasy with each thrust, her pussy lips quivering as 
the cock went in and out of her. John’s body was jolted 
with every thrust.

Moaning was also coming from John, but it sounded more 
like pain to both Phil and Michelle. And that turned 
them on even more. "Harder!" screamed Michelle. 
"Harder!"

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Phil was saying, pushing in and out 
of Michelle faster. Faster. Faster! Faster! Faster!!!

John gasped and groaned in pain, as his body struggled 
for breath, as the couple fucked on top of him! 
Michelle's naked buttocks were pressing into his 
stomach over and over again. "Oh yeah, baby! Oh yeah!" 
Michelle was whimpering, as Phil pounded her. "Oh 
yeah... cum in me, cum in me!"

John's painful groans were obviously annoying Phil. 
"Shut it, John! I need you, Michelle. Lets go upstairs, 
he's putting me off!"

"No, we couldn't do that!" said Michelle. "He'd feel 
so... neglected! No, I know how we can quieted him down 
a bit."

And with that, they paused in mid thrust, and Michelle 
stood up, and squatted over Johns' head. Slowly, she 
reached around and pulled her two soft buttocks apart. 
John's world was still a whirl of pain, but he was 
still aware enough to make out Michelle's asshole 
directly above him.

"We just need to muffle you a bit, don't we dear?" was 
the last thing he heard before the world went black.

There was something over his mouth! The sounds coming 
out of his mouth were barely audible, but for each cry 
he made, the thing pressed against his mouth shuddered. 
He could breathe in through his nose, and could just 
about manage to get some air, in a stinky kind of way, 
but that was all. He could feel the weight of 
Michelle’s ass cheeks on either side of his face.

Phil could barely believe it. There was Michelle, 
calmly sitting on the face of her still conscious 
husband! Smiling at him – her lover. A hungry smile. He 
straddled John’s chest, bringing another muffled cry 
from John, causing Michelle to close her eyes in 
pleasure, and then he entered her again.

Without saying a word, the two slowly fucked, each of 
Phil’s thrusts gently rocking John's face. 40 minutes 
passed, and John had almost completely stopped 
screaming. Phil began to thrust harder. Faster. And 
harder still.

"Yes!" gasped Michelle. A steady knocking sound 
developed, getting louder and louder. It was the sound 
of the back of Johns head, being smacked against the 
hardwood floor.

They fucked hard on top of him. "I’m gonna cum!" 
grunted Phil. "Not yet!" gasped Michelle. She pushed 
him back and fell down to one side next to John. His 
face was red, his breathing ragged, but otherwise he 
seemed to be fine. 

"You..*gasp*..look like you’ve…*gasp*…had a rough time, 
John! I don’t..*gasp*..understand why!" said Michelle. 
"But don’t worry – I’ve *gasp* got just the remedy – 
now swallow your milk like a good boy!"

She glanced at Phil and he knew what to do – just like 
they’d talked about when they first thought of this 
fantasy, all those months ago. With Michelle holding 
John’s head in position, he began to jack off. Within 
seconds, he was cumming all over John’s face and open 
mouth. 

When he was done, John face was soaking. Michelle 
scooped up some of the last traces of cum in her hand, 
and turned John on his side. The back of his head was a 
bit swollen from the pounding it had taken. "There’s a 
bit of swelling here, John. I’ll apply some lotion!" 
and started to rub the cum into it.

When she was done, both Phil and Michelle stood up and 
looked at John. He was breathing hard and covered in 
cum and the mess of sex. Michelle yawned. "I reckon 
it’s time for a break, don’t you Phil? We’ve got to 
keep up our energy so we can have another great time 
with John later!"

Phil grinned, "Oh yeah!" he said, "Oh yeah!"