Rachel gasped with sudden pain when Jack bit her throat. He nipped just a tiny fold of her satiny skin and ground his teeth together until Rachel was sure he was going to bite a piece out of her body. Then she felt him sucking and knew he was giving her a hickey. The thirty-two year old housewife blushed with shame at the thought that she was being marked like some silly little teenage slut. Jack bit her creamy throat again and again, leaving a trail of reddening welts across her flesh. With a quick dip of the vibrator, he tore loose the top button on her blouse and touched the buzzing tip to the soft swell of her upper cleavage. Rachel moaned and her knees budded as pure pleasure flooded through her body.

Rachel's huge tits had always been extremely sensitive. Bob had never had the slightest idea of how to handle her big tits, so for thirty-two years the only pleasure she had received from them had been by her own hands. Jack, who wasn't half Bob's age, seemed to know very well how sensitive her enormous tits were. And he seemed more than able to give them all the pleasure they could handle.

"No!" Rachel panted as Jack tugged her blouse back off her shoulders and played the vibrator up over her upper arms. He popped another button with his fingers. "Jack, please stop this! You could get us both into so much trouble! I won't tell on you, I promise!"

"You're the only one who could get into trouble, Rachel," Jack said, letting the collar of the blouse tangle around Rachel's elbows, further restraining her arms. "And if you're good to me, really, really good, then I just might not tell on you."

Rachel heard the slide of a zipper a moment before Jack forced one of her bound hands around the thick shaft of his cock. She squealed in shock and revulsion at her first touch of a cock other than her husband's, and she tried to jerk her hand away.