1. Freya and the Micro Part 6


    Date: 5/16/2017, Categories: Cheating, Author: LeanAngle, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    Freya’s clothes lay strewn across the front room marking a trail leading to the master bedroom. Freya beckoned with an almost musical tone, “I feel much better. Could you help me with something?” “What’s the problem? It’s kind of late, can’t it wait till morning?” Ben played stupid. “I think you need to take a closer look,” Freya anxiously raised her voice. “Be there in a minute,” Ben borrowed the verbiage Freya had used many times to stall or dissuade him. The tactic usually caused him to give up knowing she was locked into a Television program or reading a book. This evening there was no book and the program was not on television, although it would have made a great closed circuit viewing. Ben programmed only two of the virtual app’s marbles to be on the loose after they left the country club bar. The variable stimulation gradually elevated above the implant’s original setting. The clandestine app worked very well and caused Freya to melt like the season’s first and last snowflakes. For Ben the years of minimal sex and denial would now start the process of reconciliation. Ben turned on the stereo and cued Freya’s favorite erotic music. The album was part of her gift package from Deege supposedly contained embedded subliminal sexual messages. Freya played it when she seduced Ben and it wasn’t long before he finally got the message; Freya liked sex with rhythm. Ben poured a glass of Freya’s favorite wine for her, a shot of whiskey for himself, and sat quietly in the dimly ...
    lit living room. He waited for Freya to make the next move and it wasn’t long before she made her appearance in a sheer nightgown sans bra and panties. Freya’s mound was trimmed to a mere pencil line and her erect nipples pushed against the revealing fabric. “I don’t remember that outfit,” Ben rubbed his chin, “Have we been shopping?” “Do you like it?” Freya acted coy. Ben turned her around to examine her backside before cupping her breasts from behind. Freya reached back to stroke Ben’s growing erection when he ran his large hands over her breasts and down to her nearly bald pussy. Freya spread her legs in response to Ben’s thick forefinger stroking her clit. She inhaled noisily when he squeezed it between two fingers. She silently wondered what caused him to use that maneuver. It was eerily similar to the way her trainer prepared her for their basement sex session. Harlan had tied her to an exercise machine and Freya thought it must be a coincidence. Then she noticed the heavy barstool Ben had brought from the kitchen. Something was not adding up as Ben bent Freya forward and directed her to put her hands through the seat posts on the stool. Ben produced handcuffs and locked her in place surprising her, “This isn’t what I had in mind,” Freya started to object. “I know, but you should be exercising, we are going to do a combination workout. This workout will be very thorough and stretch your physique in ways you never thought possible,” Ben’s words took on an evil tone and ...
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