Get out of there!

Janie heard Joe and Andrea coming in her direction, and quickly slammed the book closed, shifted back in her seat, and sipped from her brandy glass. Janie could feel her heart pounding a mile a minute, nearly being caught reading Andrea's deep, dark secret. Janie could also feel her face redden as she felt the heat rise from her neck. Janie could also feel the wetness between her legs, as she found this information to be highly erotic.

Joe appeared first, sitting directly across from Janie. Andrea came in moments later and sat next to Janie. Feeling uncomfortable, Janie excused herself, lying, telling her hosts she had an appointment with her publisher in the morning. She finished her drink and headed for the doorway.

Joe hugged her before she left the room. "Let's do this again soon! Next time I'd like to hear more about your novel!" Joe inhaled the aromatic scent that emanated from Janie's body. His dick came to life as his imagination ran wild. He needed to find a way to get into her pants!

Andrea escorted Janie to the door, somewhat noticing her uneasiness. "Is everything okay?"

Janie reassured her, everything was fine! She also reminded Andrea to not forget their Wednesday workout! Janie kissed Andrea on the cheek and quickly headed to her car. Once inside, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief, "Whew!" Janie headed home with images of Andrea submitting herself to Joe filling her head. Janie now had new material for her writing!

Andrea returned to her husband, MASTER, in the living room!

"What's wrong? Why did she leave in such a hurry?" Joe asked.

Andrea thought she knew why! She wasn't sure if she should tell Joe or not! She decided she had better not. It may earn her another strike! "She was tired! I think the wine had gotten to her! She doesn't usually drink that much!" Andrea knew she was lying, but Joe didn't know her that well!

"Oh, well," Joe replied, "come here and stand in front of me!"

Andrea stood a foot in front of him, awaiting her next instructions. She knew it was going to have something to do with sex! When Joe said, "Strip," she immediately complied, taking off her blouse, bra, pants, and panties, in that order. She now stood naked, trembling slightly, aware that her punishment was coming at some point in the evening. She looked down at herself, remembering not to look at her MASTER when she was presenting herself before him. Silence ensued. Andrea didn't move, and Joe didn't speak. She could feel his eyes on her the whole time she remained still.

Joe was satisfied that Andrea was learning, and was actually "trying" to be a good ****. He wanted to see if he could get ten strikes before the day was out, but Andrea was complying quite well, now that Janie was gone. After waiting a few minutes, he spoke. "You have done well! Even though you have eight strikes, I will give you an opportunity to work them off! Would you like that?"

Andrea's voice rang with hope as she eagerly responded, "Yes, MASTER!"

"Very well then! Show your MASTER what a good little cock sucker you are!" Joe watched as Andrea dropped to her knees before him and immediately went to work.

Andrea knew working off eight strikes would be a hard task, but she was willing to give it her best shot, while the night was still relatively young! She fished Joe's cock out of his trousers and immediately engulfed it in its entirety. She felt his meat swell inside her mouth as she moved his clothing to his ankles. He was hard already, and she began bobbing on his pole. She wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked it between bobs. She stroked the slippery shaft, trailing her tongue along the underside.

"My you're the eager little slut tonight, aren't you?" Joe pulled his cock from Andrea's mouth as he awaited an answer.

"Yes MASTER, I am!" Andrea slipped her mouth over the purple head once again.

Joe again pulled his rocket, which was nearly ready to explode, from her eager mouth. "Another rule I want you to learn, is that you will never use the word 'I' when speaking to me. You will say things like 'your ****,' 'your slut', and so on. Now tell me you want to suck my cock!"

Andrea was still holding on, stroking the wet shaft, absorbing the rule Joe had given her. "Your **** wants to suck you!" Andrea replied, embarrassed at her lewd verbiage.

Joe cock-slapped her face across the cheeks a couple of times. "C'mon, you can do better than that!"

Andrea drew in a deep breath, before blurting out, " your little **** slut needs to suck your cock!" She remembered reading in the manual that the **** should learn to talk dirty.

Joe slipped his rigid pole back in her mouth, knowing that he had broken another of Andrea's pristine barriers. Joe felt like a teenager breaking in a virgin, every time he made his wife do something she had never done before!

Andrea was surprised to hear the words come from her mouth as she eagerly dove back in on her MASTER's cock. It was as if the words spurred her on, making her feel more wanton, and sexually free. She could feel Joe's excitement as his pole began twitching. Almost uncontrollably, Andrea released the cock, only to beg some more! "Yes! Cum in your little slut's mouth! Give your **** a mouthful of your cum!"

Joe was taken by surprise by his wife's behavior, and it drove him over the edge as he exploded thick jets of white streamers. Unfortunately for Andrea, she was so busy encouraging him on that the thick ropes landed on her face, rather than in her throat! She felt the thick, sticky substance paste over her eyes, and across the bridge of her nose, before she was able to close her mouth over the throbbing member. She continued sucking all the fluid from Joe's quickly deflating pole.

Joe let his limp dick slip from his wife's mouth! He knew she was obediently waiting for him to have her swallow, but he didn't want that just yet!

Andrea's face was covered in white goo, and she desperately wanted to wipe it off. However, Andrea remembered what had happened yesterday, when she went to wipe her face! She even wrote it down as one of Joe's rules: "If the **** gets some cum on her face, it's to stay there, until the **** is told to clean it up!" So Andrea remained still awaiting her next orders.

Meanwhile, Janie had entered her condo, and tore her clothing from her body before pouncing on the sofa. Images of Joe and Andrea were filling her mind as she plunged two fingers into her already dripping snatch! Within seconds, Janie was writhing on the sofa as her first orgasm of the evening came crashing over her body!