Your landlord's wife

The middle aged woman stares at you with a slight frown on her plump face. The air of disapproval in her gaze makes you want to cover your nakedness, but you realize that would probably only make her disapprove more. Instead, you greet her politely and ask if there is anything you can do to help her.

"You must be Jenna, then. My husband sent me to supervise your lovemaking."

"Oh! Yes, I'm Jenna Cho. Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Collins. Please come in."

She sweeps through the door in a tweed jacket and an olive green skirt that nearly reaches the tops of her knee-high boots. Her make up is subtle, with the exception of her scarlet lips and her mousey hair, shot through with flashes of grey, lies close to her scalp in tight curls. She looks around as if expecting to find a mess, but has no reason to criticize.

"When will your…the other young lady be arriving. I do not wish to waste my time."

"I'm sorry, Diana is shopping. For groceries! I'm expecting her back any minute, but I can find out how far she is now, if you would like?"

She does not reply, so you pick up your mobile from where you left it and start to type a message, whilst at the same time offering your guest something to drink, which she declines. Just before you finish typing, however, you hear Diana's key in the lock. She has a cardboard box of supplies under one arm and looks enquiringly at the visitor over your shoulder, so you introduce them, taking the box off your girlfriend. She holds out her hand to shake the newcomer's, but she ignores the gesture and sighs, eager to get on.

"Uh, I should get undressed," Diana says, lowering her hand, unshaken.

"Yes, you should," Mrs. Collins responds.

"I'll just put this away," you murmur, heading to the kitchen. Not wanting to take up any more time than necessary, you just shove everything in the refrigerator that needs to go there and put the rest in the first cupboard you open. Diana finishes just before you and offers to show Mrs. Collins to the bedroom, although she presumably already knows where it is. However, she has other ideas.

"Please take a shower before we begin. I believe hygiene is extremely important."

You can hardly disagree, so you take it in turns to have a thorough but speedy wash. After the tight squeeze in the morning, you shower separately, Diana going first, then dry yourselves with the towels warm from the rail. Thankfully, there is plenty of hot water and the towels have easily dried from your first shower of the day. There follows the inevitable inspection, which involves running a finger between your nether lips and having you bend over and spread your cheeks so your visitor can check the cleanliness of your anuses. You are very pleased the wash and the towel removed most of the evidence of your arousal, but the humiliation of exposing your bottom to a complete stranger has you wet again almost immediately.

Pronouncing herself satisfied, the landlord's wife then directs you to the bedroom, where she has you lie on your sides, face to crotch. At her order, you begin to lick.

Your guest makes no effort to get comfortable, continuing to stand while she watches you and your girlfriend making love. She does not give any more detailed instructions, seemingly content for you to use whatever techniques appeal the most, although apparently only using tongues. When Diana tries to suck your clitoris, Mrs. Collins tells her to stop, because she doesn't want any accidents. It seems you will not be permitted an orgasm tonight either.

The sex is less intense than last night, but it is not long before your face is coated in your girlfriend's juices, her moans of pleasure sending delightful vibrations through your cleft. You bury your tongue in deeply and Diana swiftly copies you, pushing you closer to climax. The smell of lovemaking pervades the room and you can not help whimpering in need as you are teased to the brink.

Diana backs off and Mrs. Collins does not respond right away, but after a short break for you to recover, she orders your lover to speed up again.

You edge another five times before your guest calls a halt, leaving both of you gasping and shuddering with frustration. It was a much shorter session than last night, for which you are very grateful. You half expect her to order you to change positions and continue, but she just says that it is enough for tonight and she will show herself out. You are so out of it that you barely manage to thank her, let alone get up to show her to the door.

Lying tangled in each other's limbs, you would love to rest here all night, but a rumble from your lover's belly reminds you that you have not yet eaten and there is still a lot of unpacking to do if you want to avoid another punishment tomorrow. With a groan, you sit upright, throbbing with unfulfilled desire.

"Come along, we have a busy evening ahead of us."

Diana groans, too, but does not stay in bed any longer than you, maybe mindful of the fact that she is probably being watched and likely to be reported for laziness if she lets you get up and work while she lies around doing nothing. You head to the kitchen to start the evening meal, acutely conscious of the cameras recording your every move. Mrs. Collins's visit only lasted a little over half an hour, but it seemed longer. As you try to ignore the trickle of arousal running down your thighs, you realize you escaped without a spanking for lacking self control and hope that perhaps it is a sign that you are close to being forgiven for your transgression and your nights will soon end in orgasm rather than denial.