Literotic asexstories – A Letter from Aleppo Ch. 02 by ColonelB,ColonelB
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Chapter 1
Angie and Alan walked along the pavement on their way to the surgery. They had just left Ayla as she boarded the bus from outside the Three Feathers pub. Both were deep in their own thoughts about what had happened the day before. They had discussed it in depth last night so there wasn`t anything left to say really.
Then there was this morning. There was no time to talk about that as they were late already. Both had agreed that they would talk about it more once their day was over, and not to let it affect the care to their patients.
Robert opened the practice`s door and switched off the alarm as Angie went around switching on the lights and starting the kettle in the tiny kitchen. The phone was already ringing off the hook, so the next thirty minutes were lost as Angie confirmed or cancelled appointments and Alan sorted out patient files for those appointments already in his calendar.
He was sitting at his desk reading when Angie brought him a cup of tea and left without a word. Alan was not really a morning person and Angie knew he needed twenty minutes peace before the continual passage of patients began.
This morning was slightly different for Alan as he sat and went through in his mind the events of yesterday evening. There had been the shock of being confronted by Ayla as he sat in the lounge. That shock intensified when his wife had taught Ayla a lesson. Her spanking and degradation as Angie had made her lick first her arse and then her pussy.
His shock had turned to disbelief as Ayla had seemed to accept and then relish her position as the submissive woman in the relationship with Angie. Angie had explained later that night when they were alone in their bed that she had done all of those things to impose her standing as his wife, and to let Ayla know that she would only be allowed to do things with her express permission.
Robert had understood the psychology of what Angie had done, but he still found it disturbing. When Ayla had asked if Angie would like her to give her further pleasure with her tongue, her young pretty face beaming a smile, Alan had watched as Angie had pitilessly crushed her with a curt, “No. Go to your room Ayla. You will stay there until morning. We will take you to the bus. Be ready at seven.” When Ayla`s face had saddened there was no sympathy from Angie as she yelled, “NOW!”
Ayla had scurried up the stairs, her bra and panties still lying on the lounge carpet. Angie had walked calmly into the kitchen, prepared tea for herself and Alan, then walked back into the lounge and switched on the TV. It was like any normal Sunday evening except there was a young Syrian girl upstairs who had just been spanked, had a vibrator inserted in her by his wife and then made to perform oral sex on Angie. Made was probably a strong word Alan concluded, as Ayla had seemed a more than willing participant in the humiliation.
The other thing that was not so normal was that Angie had not put on any clothes after Ayla had fled to her room. She had made the tea and was now sitting flicking through the channels totally naked except for her high heeled shoes.
Alan had tried to talk to her about what had happened, but Angie’s rebuke was short and left no room for discussion. “Later Alan. Now shut up, drink your tea and watch the film!”
The film was some period drama about the Vikings that normally would have had Alan engrossed, but he couldn`t concentrate on it as he was still trying to process what had just happened. As the credits rolled up at the end Angie said brusquely, “Bed!”
Alan followed her up the stairs. For once the door to Ayla`s room was shut. After their usual ablutions they slid into bed together. Robert had started to get up and close their bedroom door, which stood wide open, but Angie had stopped him with a sharp, “Leave it!”
Angie`s hand had moved under the covers to encircle the shaft of his flaccid penis. Alan felt himself respond even though he wasn`t really in the mood. As he hardened slowly Angie had thrown back the covers and sucked him between her lips. Her tongue feverishly lashing his cock until his erection was fully formed.
Rising from where she was nestled next to his groin Angie straddled him and after lining his cock up with her entrance she eased herself down and engulfed him. Alan was astounded at how wet she was with little or no foreplay. Angie rode him. Every time she forced herself downwards and Alan penetrated her deeper and deeper Angie let out a howl of pleasure. Alan was reminded of bad pornos as his wife yelled louder and louder, “Oh yes Alan. That`s it. Fuck me with your massive cock. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuuuuuuuck! Fuck I´m coming!”
Coming to the conclusion that Angie was performing for their guest across the landing Alan could only play his most enjoyable part as Angie gyrated on his dick until, with a grunt, he spurted into her warm, wet tunnel and Angie shrieked like a Banshee as her cunt contracted around his manhood. Alan knew it was all about Angie confirming her dominance as Ayla could easily hear Angie being taken by her man whilst she was alone in her bed.
Angie had lain beside him, and they had talked to the early hours. That they had talked was probably a bit of an overstatement. Angie had told him that Ayla could stay. There would be no sex with her without Angie present. Alan had tried to tell her that he didn`t want to have sex with Ayla but was cut short as Angie stated, “There is no red-blooded man in the World who wouldn`t want to nail that beauty. She is going to be here for a month, so you can have your fill. Again. Only when I am there!”
When Angie was in this kind of mood there was no arguing with her so Alan tried to joke, “Got it. No shagging Ayla unless Angie present. Get my fill. Shag beautiful Syrian for a month, then back to fucking gorgeous wife!”
There was no humour in Angie`s voice as she answered with no emotion, “Correct. Except I will expect the same amount of sex as usual. If I have the feeling that I am missing out in favour of our lodger I will cut your balls off like I used to do with the dogs on the farm!”
Alan had had an uneasy four or five hours sleep then they had got ready for work as normal. On their way downstairs Angie had knocked on Ayla`s door and announced loudly, “Ayla. Nearly time to go. Come to the kitchen for coffee!”
Alan and Angie were just pouring coffee into three mugs when Ayla walked in looking fabulous, and incredulously to Alan as happy as a pig in shit! Ayla was truly stunning in a scarlet skirt suit that accentuated every curve of her body. A white blouse underneath was undone to show a tantalising glimpse of cleavage. Her legs were clad in sheer black nylons, and she had three-inch red heels that Alan was sure that the training Matron would have words about. Subtle makeup improved her already pretty face. “Good morning Alan. Good morning Mistress,” she said her grin wide.
Angie`s face was like stone as she asked, “Did you sleep well Ayla?”
“Very well thank you Mistress!”
“First. Alan will be referred to as Master by you!”
“Yes Mistress!” Ayla`s smile dropped a little
“Second. Are you hungry?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good. Get on your knees.” Ayla did as instructed taking care not to snag her nylons.
Alan was staring at Angie now as she turned to him and stated, “Get your cock out Alan!”
Alan started to protest when Angie said with ice in her voice, “Don`t make me ask again Alan!”
Alan slowly undid his belt and zipper, then eased his trousers down to his knees. His cock was hanging downwards. He looked at Ayla, then at Angie. Ayla`s smile had returned and Angie`s face was an inscrutable mask without a trace of emotion.
Ayla shuffled forwards when Angie said curtly, “Now eat!”
Again Robert began to remonstrate with his wife, but his complaints were cut short once he felt Ayla`s tiny hand wrap around his rapidly stiffening dick, her lips sucking gently on the head of his cock. Robert never broke eye contact with his wife as Ayla licked, sucked and stroked him. Within minutes his knees were quivering, and he felt his balls harden.
Breathless he murmured “I´m coming!”
Ayla stopped, looked at Angie, not Alan. Angie gave a slight nod of her head. Ayla resumed her attention to Alan’s dick and a few seconds later Alan could do nothing but moan loudly as he ejaculated into Ayla`s mouth. His body jerking as his balls emptied into the pretty young girl`s mouth. Ayla swallowed all that he gave her, then ran her tongue around his cock to ensure that she had consumed it all.
Angie`s expression had not changed the whole time, now she said merely, “Good. That is how we will start every day of your stay. Let`s go!” She was out of the back door in seconds with Ayla and Alan following. The former smiling like the cat that got the cream, and the later trying desperately to fasten his belt whilst locking up the house.
No one said a word on the short walk to the bus stop. Alan and Angie waited patiently with Ayla until the bus came into view. Then Angie handed her their spare set of keys just before she joined the short line to board. Ayla spoke the first words since they had all left the house as she said meekly, “Thank you Mistress!”. She stopped just before stepping onto the bus and turned to Alan whispering, “Thank you too Master!” then she was onboard, and Alan and Angie were walking down the street. Angie had reached out her hand, grasping his, and Alan had seen the faint trace of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
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