Target Wife Acquired - Chapter 26: Class is in Session, Part 2 [F21/F26/M28]

Sunday, August 15th, 1999

Jenna sat naked on the floor except for her running shorts and sheer thong still bunched tightly around her ankles. Her bare thighs pressed against the coarse living room carpet, the fibers prickling her skin. The room was silent except for the heavy breathing of the three of them and the low hum of the air conditioner blowing cool air across her erect nipples.

She glanced up, her eyes darting between Nikki’s composed and calculating expression and the unfolding reality in the room.

"Aren’t you glad my girl-toy came over to see us before she starts college tomorrow?” Nikki asked Ty, who was holding his massive erection in his hand. “She has such a pretty little mouth and tonight she’s finally got to put it to good use on another man for the first time.” 

Ty grunted, his knuckles white around his shaft as he stared at Jenna. “You’ve taught her well,” he murmured. “But she’s nervous. The poor little thing was trembling the whole time.”

Nikki chuckled before lowering herself to her knees beside Jenna. The overpowering scent of her amber lotion filled the air, enveloping them both.

“That’s just her nerves, she’s new at this,” Nikki murmured, gently touching Jenna’s chin. “Our Little Darling thinks she’s almost done with tonight’s lesson. She imagines finishing off my boyfriend with her mouth, getting the quick release she craves, and driving the new Maxima home, pretending nothing happened.” 

Jenna swallowed hard, the lingering taste of Ty still on her tongue. The intense exposure had left her face burning, but the words that Nikki had just spoken made it burn even more. Her mistress had read her mind perfectly.

“Class isn’t over. My favorite student still has an assignment to complete,” Nikki said as she pointed a manicured finger at Jenna’s bare, freshly shaved pelvis. 

“Sit back Little Darling and spread your legs nice and wide so we can all see you play with that pretty pussy of yours.”

Jenna blinked, her lips trembling. "Mistress... please—“

"Do it," Nikki said, her voice quiet but absolute.

She knew better than to make her mistress repeat herself. Jenna obeyed, her heart pounding as she reached for her exposed sex, driven by her submissive nature.

“Now, finger yourself and watch me while I show you how a woman sucks a big cock,” Nikki ordered. “But don’t let yourself climax.  You haven’t earned it yet.  Just stay right on the edge while I teach you a thing or two about sucking dick.”

Jenna leaned back, sliding two fingers between her slick lips as Nikki stared for a moment, ensuring her instructions were being followed before turning her attention toward Ty.

Nikki’s refined movements, as she bobbed back and forth, captivated her student. The room filled with slurping sounds and Jenna’s muffled panting as she fingered herself, entranced by her mentor’s skilled performance. 

“Is this turning you on, Little Darling”? Nikki asked as her hands slid up and down the long, hard shaft of her boyfriend. 

Jenna could only muster a soft “Mmhmm…” in response. 

“I know it is…” Nikki replied before taking Ty’s full length down her throat for several moments before removing it again and holding it in her hand.

“By the time I’m done with your training, you’ll be just as skilled at sucking dick as you’ve become at eating pussy.”

Jenna let out another moan and her fingers sped up and dug in even more as her mind processed what Nikki had just said. Her hips began to rotate, indicating she was getting dangerously close. 

Nikki noticed it just in time.

“Slow down, sweetie.  We’ve got a ways to go before you’ve earned it.”

Nikki looked back up at Ty, who now had beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead.  

“Tell me how much you enjoy having my little pet watching us. Tell me how much you like another girl being here to see me suck you.”

“I love her watching us….watching you suck me…oh shit!” Ty responded, his head tilting back.

“See, Little Darling? Nikki murmured. “That’s how a confident woman pleases a man. You can’t be shy and innocent when you’re on your knees. There’s no hesitation or overthinking. Just pure, calculated execution, like I’m doing.”

Jenna froze, her fingers still pressing against her slippery, bare skin, her entire lower body aching from the forced constraint. She looked through her damp eyelashes, desperate for the word that would allow her to finally cross the line and find relief.

"Take your hand away from your greedy little pussy. Lick those fingers completely clean…Now,” Nikki commanded firmly to her pet. 

Jenna hesitated for a split-second, then obeyed. She licked her wet fingers clean, savoring the sharp tang of her arousal.

“Good girl. Taste your desperation for my permission,” Nikki whispered as Jenna continued to suck on her own digits. 

You’ve passed your oral exam, but class isn’t over, Little Darling. “Get back on your knees, move to the sofa edge, and put your elbows on the cushion.”

Jenna moved automatically, her limbs heavy and shaky. She leaned against the sofa’s cushions, feeling vulnerable with her ass and pelvis exposed in the air.

The position was painfully familiar—her mistress’s forced posture with Lee all summer, reminding her of her submission to Nikki and erasing any shared intimacy with her husband. 

Lost in thought, she recalled the times she’d bent over like a bitch in heat over the last few month. But she quickly snapped back to reality when Ty’s warm body pressed against her backside.

A ringing sound filled her ears, and her vision narrowed as she stared ahead. She knew what was coming, but her body refused to move, despite the alarms going off in her brain.

“Damn, Nik! Your girl’s so aroused her pussy’s swollen up like a catcher’s mitt!” Ty exclaimed as he looked down at Jenna’s exposed sex. 

With a nefarious grin, Nikki’s manicured fingers descended to firmly grasp Ty’s substantial shaft. She guided the heavy head directly against Jenna’s soaked opening, but stopped short of pushing it inside. Instead, she gently rubbed it back and forth up and down the crease of her slick folds.

His touch sent shivers down her spine, making her shaved pussy throb. She whimpered involuntarily, despite the pleasure. Instinctively, she panicked and flinched forward when she felt the first bit of pressure beginning to press against her opening.

Smack…Smack…Smack…

Nikki slapped her ass three times, sending sharp pain through her body. 

Jenna whimpered, but also knew why her mistress had just corrected her. 

“Am I going to have to punish you and send you home unfulfilled for another week, or are you going to be a good girl and do everything I tell you?”  Nikki asked. 

“Mmm Hmm,” Jenna barely managed to utter, holding back the tears that were forming in her eyes.

“How about yes, ma’am?” Nikki corrected. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Jenna replied in between sniffles. 

“That’s better. Are you ready to earn your release?“

“Yes, mistress,” Jenna nodded, fear evident in her face. 

Nikki continued to use the head of Ty’s cock to play with Jenna's pussy, expertly circling and teasing her clit with, leaving her on fire and moaning incessantly.

"She's ready to go all the way now. Let's show our little small-town girl what it's like to be fucked by a real man.”

Jenna’s throat went completely dry, the reality of the phrase going all the way hitting her with crushing weight.

“Take a deep breath, sweetheart,” Nikki murmured, her fingers from one hand tightening around Jenna’s jaw to keep her head pinned forward, while the other hand continued to hold Ty’s cock against her entrance. 

As the reality of what was about to unfold became clear, a crushing realization struck Jenna: there was no Trojan condom being unwrapped; there was no protection. 

Nikki chuckled, pleased to see the young brunette nervous about getting penetrated raw.

"Don't just stand there like a frozen little statue. Back your ass up and push that greedy, wet pussy of yours right onto my boyfriend.”

Jenna’s heart pounded violently. Her mind was reeling from the instruction.

Her survival instincts screamed for her to pull up her running shorts and sprint out the door. However, the weeks of meticulous behavioral conditioning and her terrifying dependency on Nikki’s approval had completely overridden her will to leave. 

Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’ll go slowly, but he’ll also stretch you to your limits. As he fills you up, your conscience will be silenced, providing you with the submissive pleasure you’ve been longing for.

Ty smiled, imagining how good her tight, married pussy was about to feel on his rock-hard erection.

With a low, trembling whimper, Jenna slowly shifted her weight rearward. Her thighs shook as she deliberately pressed her hips back towards Ty's groin, forcing his raw, unyielding length to begin it’s penetration inside the slick folds of her snug opening. 

The initial stretch was excruciatingly intense and Jenna struggled to suppress a cry as the circumcised head pushed between her lips. Every millimeter of Ty’s substantial physique demanded space, creating an almost unbearable contradiction. She was feeling more discomfort from Ty’s large cock burrowing its way inside her than from losing her virginity to Lee when she was just sixteen years old.  

“I don’t know if I can take it all…it hurts….” She pleaded.

“It might just take some time to get used to it, but  I assure you, you can take it all, and you’ll take every last inch of it,” Nikki cautioned.

Jenna reached out and grabbed one of the cushions, squeezing it as hard as she could as Ty worked further inside her.

“That’s my good girl……”

Nikki and Ty exchanged a smile as they watched Jenna adjust her posture to accept more of his length. He continued to work his hips slowly, flexing forward and then backing off until he was barely inside. She tilted slightly backward, searching for the connection before he would push forward again, feeding his cock further inside while she continued wiggling and whining.

Finally, there was no more.  Ty began he began to pump her, slowly at first, but now that he had worked his full-length inside, Nikki silently signaled him to pick up his pace.

"Ohhh...ohhh...mmmmmm..." Jenna whined as her left hand gripped the couch cushion harder, her princess-cut diamond flashing in her peripheral. 

It felt remarkably different for both of them. Jenna experienced a delightful sense of fullness, while Ty’s cock had never been so tightly constrained.

 Although there was still some discomfort as she adjusted to the substantial mass inside her, Ty was patient and gave her time to get accustomed to it before he began with gentle thrusts, giving her snug opening time to stretch out and lubricate him. 

By the sixth stroke, he had made it halfway in, and a dozen or so strokes later, he had managed to get all the way in. He paused, savoring the twenty-year-old for a moment while listening to the low, passionate whines she emitted below him.

Before long, he picked up his pace and began pounding away, causing her ass cheeks to ripple and her B-cups to sway from the impact of his body crashing into hers with balls-deep penetration.

Absorbed in the moment, Jenna didn’t notice her mistress standing up and removing her clothes. However, she immediately noticed when Nikki maneuvered onto the couch directly in front of her, spreading her legs to effectively sandwich the young wife.  

"Look up at me, Little Darling," Nikki murmured, her velvet voice dropping to a whisper that cut through Ty’s heavy breathing behind them. "Don't look at the floor. Don't look at the wall. Look right here.”

Jenna blinked, a tear escaping her lashes as she locked eyes with her mistress. Ty’s heavy rhythm physically trapped her from behind, while Nikki’s overwhelming focus psychologically trapped her from up front.

"This is exactly where a submissive belongs, down on their knees,” Nikki whispered, reaching out a single finger to trace the trembling outline of Jenna’s lower lip. "You see how simple it is when you stop fighting who you really are? How easy it when you let go and give up control?”

Behind her, Ty’s low grunt and possessive grip on her hips reminded her of the boundary being crossed. Yet, Jenna’s mind was on the naked woman inches away. 

Nikki was actively curating the emotional landscape, ensuring Jenna’s ultimate dependency remained tied to her, even in moments of physical submission to another man.

With malicious amusement, Nikki leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming as she watched Jenna’s panic. She maintained eye contact but raised her voice slightly so Ty could hear her.

“Doesn’t it feel good to finally have a real cock in your tight little pussy?” 

All Jenna could do was nod as Ty thrust away, her hips rolling with his increased pace. She absorbed more of his fat cock on each cycle, her pussy opening up and giving off wet, slurping sounds.

“Tell my boyfriend how good he feels inside you…Tell him that you like it!” 

“It feels…his…oh my god…mmmm…I’ve never…oh shit…I…” Jenna mumbled as her eyes began to glaze over. 

“That’s okay, sweetheart. I think we get the point, but since you can’t seem to use your words, let’s put that pretty mouth back to work. Eat my pussy, Little Darling! Show me that you can please both of us at the same time.”

Jenna lowered her head, opened her lips, and started licking the hairy pussy in front of her. It was strangely a relief to engage in a familiar act with her tongue while being aggressively penetrated from behind by an unfamiliar cock.  

As Jenna’s tongue made contact with her clit, Nikki grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in even closer until her nose was completely buried in her thick, curly pubic hair.  

With her other hand, Nikki began to play with her own tits while she watched Jenna demonstrate her oral skills and Ty continued his relentless assault from behind. 

“You have no idea how much this is turning me on watching my boyfriend’s big cock conquer your tight little married pussy.”

The words send chills through Jenna’s body. 

“Now then….I want to see you really fuck her good.  Rough….pound her into submission baby!” She demanded from Ty. 

He began thrusting away like a well-oiled piston, driving the poor young wife deeper into submission as their mating noises echoed off the apartment walls. 

The sounds coming out of Jenna’s mouth were unrecognizable, resembling something like an animal caught in a trap.

Nikki could tell Jenna was once again getting very close to an orgasm so she instructed Ty to slow down, intercepting the climax before she could achieve it. 

“Nice and slow, she needs a break so she can last longer. I’m not ready for her to orgasm yet.”

Ty quickly reduced his motion to a fraction of the speed he had just been thrusting away at.

“Watching you get fucked is such a beautiful thing, Little Darling,” Nikki moaned softly as the young brunette continued licking her. 

“That’s it….lick it you little bitch….just like a good slut…Oh shit!”

Nikki was getting close. Her hips started rotating as Jenna’s tongue remained buried inside her. 

Ty continued sliding his cock back and forth at a reduced pace, waiting for the signal to resume full speed. 

Jenna kept licking away.

“Damn, Little Darling...do it...do it...yeah...oh fuck yeah…just like that,” Nikki cried out.”Uhhhh…god, I need this..." 

It was clear from the way that her thighs were fighting around Jenna that Nikki was nearing her peak.

"Ohhhhh...I'm so close...I'm going to cum..." Nikki cried loudly with her feet coming off the carpet and into the air, "Ohhhh fuck...fuck me...fuck me good you little slut...ohhhh shit...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...ohhhhh..."

Seconds later, Nikki’s orgasm crashed over her, causing her entire body to spasming as she coated Jenna’s face with her arousal. Still breathing erratically, she looked back at Ty.  

"Fuck her…fuck her good,” Nikki cried out.

And that is exactly what he did. 

Ty began fucking Jenna with deep thrusts that looked like they were intended to drive her into the couch.

Nikki leaned back, still catching her own breath, “Harder……fuck her harder!”

Ty obliged.

"Mmmmm...mmmm...ohhhhh..." Jenna groaned.

"Damn, I love breaking in her pussy," Ty gasped between his own forced breaths.

“I want you to tear that little pussy up…show her how a real man fucks,” Nikki demanded. 

By that point, Jenna didn’t even recognize the noises that started coming out of her mouth as Ty picked up his pace and Nikki gripped her throat.

The unmistakable sounds of two bodies slapping together from doggy-style sex began to fill the living room. 

She closed her eyes tighter, tears prickling at the corners. She was ruining her life. She was breaking her sacred wedding vows before God. Yet, as Ty’s thrusts went faster and deeper, she realized the most terrifying part of all: she didn't want him to stop.

“You’re so beautiful being fucked from behind down on your knees like a good little slut.” 

The couch began to squeak as Jenna’s little tits swayed to the rhythm of Ty’s pounding. 

“You have the perfect body to be such a submissive fuck-toy” Nikki said as she pinched Jenna’s throbbing nipples. 

Jenna could feel every inch of Ty’s fat cock pummeling away at her pussy and knocking against her cervix with each thrust. She was going to orgasm soon regardless of if she had permission or not.  She knew this adulterous climax would be way different than any other she had ever experienced. 

“Now!” Nikki yelled.

The moment her mistress murmured the single word of permission, the last barrier inside Jenna’s mind completely collapsed.

The release hit her like a detonation that rippled through her entire body. 

She saw flashes of bright light and every nerve ending from her nipples all the way down to her clit simultaneously short-circuited with electrical current.  

”Ohhh...Oh God...Oh yes...Ohhh...Ohhh...Do It...Do It..." She cried out as an intense wave swept through her body and suddenly she was floating, drifting away into space.

The physical pleasure was undeniable, intense, and overwhelming, but it was instantly followed by a crushing avalanche of psychological horror. She had fully inhabited the submissive identity Nikki had built for her, realizing her body could experience profound, uninhibited pleasure at the hands of another man.

Ty felt her spasming vaginal walls clamping down hard on his cock as he pounded her all the way through her climax, releasing her pent-up sexual frustration that had been denied for so long.   

“Cum inside her, fill her up for me!” Nikki ordered. 

Ty’s speed and intensity accelerated.

“Are you ready to feel a real man cum side you?”

“Uh huh” was all Jenna could manage to say, still spinning from her own orgasm that was lingering.  

The room began to spin, and Jenna thought she might faint the moment she felt Ty beginning to release hot semen inside her. Nikki held her still and steadied her as Ty’s impressive length deposited pulse after pulse deeply into her battered cervix.

It felt immensely powerful for Ty to be bringing complete abandon to such an innocent girl like her. He heard the start of her cries, and then watched as the sounds ceased even though her mouth was wide open. When it finally closed, her body went limp and he could tell she was done as he planted his seed deep within her body.

For her entire life, the sensation of another man cumming inside her had belonged exclusively to Lee. It was supposed to be a sacred, shared boundary. But as Ty’s cum flooded her unprotected womb, that sacred boundary was systematically pulverized. 

Jenna, being quite naive, wondered if her birth control would be effective enough to prevent a such substantial number of sperm from reaching her ovaries, attempting to fertilize her eggs. Since it was the middle of the month, she knew that it was possible that she was still ovulating. 

With a final, forceful thrust intended to expel the last drop of cum from his kiwi-sized testicles, all movement ceased and the room plunged into an eerie silence, save for the labored breathing. 

As her tremors subsided, leaving her limbs trembling and breasts heaving, she realized she’d surrendered the most private parts of her marriage to Nikki’s design. 

The princess-cut diamond on her finger felt heavier than before. She had absolutely crossed over the point of no return. 

“There’s something I want you to do for me, ok?” Nikki said as she leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

“Ok,” Jenn replied nervously with panic on her face. 

“Ty, come here baby.”  

He pulled out and the sudden physical separation of his cock from her sodden pussy was accompanied by a wet popping sound that shattered Jenna’s trance.

That single sound acted like a gavel coming down on her marriage vows. Before her mind could even comprehend the auditory shock, the gravity of his abundant fluids began to slowly seep out of her pussy and down her inner thighs. The warm, slickness served as undeniable evidence of her infidelity that she had been powerless to stop.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours and clean off his dick,” Nikki ordered, breaking her trance. 

Jenna complied and savored the combination of her own arousal and the overpowering musk of Ty’s semen as she used her mouth and tongue to clean him up. 

“Good girl,” Nikki praised her. “A good slut is happiest when she has a pussy and a mouth full of cum at the same time.  You’ll need to get used to that feeling, Little Darling.”

She’d spent most of the summer learning to swallow Lee, so having a mouth full of cum wasn’t totally foreign to her.  But it had been months since she’d felt the sensation of a bare cock and warmth of a man ejaculating deep inside her pussy. 

If she was being honest with herself, it truly was fulfilling to feel conquered by a superior cock, and she knew her mistress likely had more extramarital activities like this planned for her in the near future.  

It was all so overwhelming and Jenna collapsed forward onto the plush cushions of the sofa, her forehead pressed against the fabric.  Her limbs felt heavy, and her muscles trembled from the immense physical and emotional toll from being thoroughly used in her first threesome for over an hour. 

“Ty, be a dear and go fetch the fleece from our bedroom and bring it back to me.” 

As he left to go retrieve the blanket, Nikki moved from her seated position in front of Jenna and knelt beside the sofa, her manicured fingers gently brushing the loose, damp strands of hair away from Jenna's cheek.

Nikki guided the young wife up off her knees and onto the couch to lay down.  By comforting Jenna after pushing her past her boundaries, Nikki ensured Jenna associated her violation with comfort and safety rather than a warning sign.

As soon as Ty returned and handed the blanket to Nikki, he quietly disappeared into their bedroom. His part in the master plan for the evening had been accomplished. 

"Look at my exhausted little girl," Nikki murmured, draping the lavender fleece gently over Jenna's bare shoulders, tucking it securely under her chin to cover her naked, trembling body. 

"You did so well tonight, sweetheart, but now you’re completely worn out and in no condition to drive home right now. Just close your eyes and take a little nap.”

Jenna let out a faint, shaky breath, her eyes fluttering shut as the scent of raw sex and amber lotion enveloped her. 

"Mistress... Lee," she whispered, her voice thick with fatigue. "He'll be home... the apartment…"

"Don't worry about your husband," Nikki whispered back, kissing her forehead with lingering affection. "Your mistress will handle everything. Sleep tight, Little Darling. When you wake up, you can let yourself out and drive home.”

Exhausted from her surrender, Jenna closed her eyes, sinking into the cushions as Nikki walked to the kitchen counter and picked up the cordless phone. She dialed Jenna and Lee’s apartment, her confident smirk evident as she waited.

Lee answered on the second ring, his voice slightly out of breath. 

“Hello?"

"Hey, Lee! It's Nikki. Did you make it back okay?”

"Hey, Nikki! Yeah, I literally just walked through the front door a second ago," he said as his keys clinked against the kitchen counter in the background. "Is Jenna still over there?”

"She is," Nikki said, her voice instantly shifting into the wholesome tone of a protective friend.

"Your sweet little wife is completely worn out. We’ve been discussing what her life will be like now that class is in session. She’s got a lot of things buried deep inside her and just needed help navigating all of it. Between that and the few glasses of wine she had, she’s curled up on my sofa and fast asleep.”

On the other end of the line, Lee let out a soft, relieved laugh.

"Man, she's been running herself ragged lately between those double shifts and worrying about tuition. I'm glad she's relaxing and had someone to help her take the edge off.”

“She's going to have her hands full carrying a full load and pulling doubles at the same time," Nikki purred, letting her smirk widen as she dropped the double meaning. “But she’s quickly learning to handle a lot more than she's used to.”

"Yeah, she's growing up fast and experiencing so many new things, largely thanks to you,” Lee agreed, completely oblivious to the subtext. "Should I drive over and pick her up?”

"No, don't worry about that," Nikki replied, her eyes staring directly into the shape of Jenna's hidden frame across the room. 

"You've had a long two-hour drive back from East Texas. I'll let her rest here on the couch for a little while longer and when she wakes up, I'll have her drive back. She'll be much safer driving that beautiful new Maxima when her head is completely clear and she's had a quick nap.”

"Are you sure that's not a hassle for you and Ty?" Lee asked, his tone thick with gratitude.

"Not at all, Lee. You know we adore looking after her," Nikki murmured. “It’s become a team effort to make sure she’s being stretched outside of her comfort zone and completely ready for what’s ahead.”

“Thanks, Nikki. You’re a lifesaver! Oh, I’ve been meaning to mention something. Tell Ty that he and I should get together for a beer sometime.” 

“I think that would be great. You two guys probably share more things in common than you realize.  I’ll tell him you are interested.” Nikki said, and clicked the receiver off.

She stood in the quiet kitchen for a moment, the silence settling deep into the apartment. She walked back into the living room, standing over the sofa where the young wife remained motionless drifting off to sleep.