'The Sequel': Part II
Title: 'The Sequel'
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairings: Bree Van deKamp, Lynette and Tom Scavo
Chapter: Part II
Rating: N17/N18/R/X-Rated!!
Warning: I had a hard time writing this so I'm sure most of you will have a very hard time reading it. Please, please, please mind the rating and stay out of here if you're squimish. I refuse to censor myself and sometimes even I get scared of what comes out of my brain. Consider yourselves warned.
When Bree had come to her with that desperate plea in her eyes, Lynette had to quell the urge to fist her hair and drag Bree to her knees right then and there. The lightening bolt of desire that flared through Lynette caught her off guard and she had to make a concerted effort not to let that surprise show in her face. Yes, she’d said; spend a weekend at my house. But don’t misunderstand, she continued clearly; it’s not going to be easy.
Now, a couple weeks later, she watched as Tom returned heavily from the basement. He hadn’t always agreed with his wife’s desires but seeing as he didn’t want to be the one suffering under them, he allowed her this transgression and forgave himself for his weaknesses. He cringed every time he looked at Bree in that cage they’d bought prematurely when the boys had been obsessed with buying a dog. He had refused to be a part of it in the beginning and yet, he loved Lynette enough that he would travel to the ends of the earth for her. This seemed like a simple request in comparison and it was easier knowing that Bree enjoyed it as well.
Lynette had just finished putting the boys to bed, she’d been sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Tom to reappear and when he did, she stood up and slunk into the circle of his arms. “How is she?” She murmured against his five o’clock shadow.
“Suffering.” Tom pulled away and looked his wife in the face. “This is hard Lynette.” His heart thudded against his chest for as perverted as he felt this was, he couldn’t help but enjoy it just a bit. Enough to feel a twinge of lust spark a light in the darkest part of him.
Lynette suppressed a delighted smile as she knew it wasn’t easy for Tom to participate in her darker fantasies and she appreciated his graciousness in regards to her extracurricular activities. She may have been aware of his struggle but Lynette was not ignorant to his enjoyment either and as she leaned up on her toes to kiss him, she sank her hand beneath the waistband of his pants. Pushing her tongue into his mouth, Lynette drank deeply of his kiss and pulled back only to whisper hotly in his ear; “Poor Bree.” She couldn’t help herself, with a grin she felt his cock harden in her hand. “She’ll have to wait a while longer.”
Tom’s sharp intake of breath was deeply satisfying for Lynette as she toyed with her husband much like she toyed with Bree. They were nothing but limp marionettes on the end of her string and with each tug she brought them closer to euphoric bliss and a painfully honest self-actualization.
Undoing his pants, Lynette turned towards the open basement door and directed him by a firm hand curled around his cock, to the top step. Reaching behind him, she closed the door and viciously shoved him against it, pressing herself to his heaving chest and diving back into his gasping mouth.
With his pants around his knees, Tom barely had a moment to register Bree’s eyes on them before Lynette’s starving mouth distracted him from the redhead’s wide-eyed gaze. He fell into her kiss for a moment, losing his sense of the situation until she pulled back to hike up her skirt and his eyes fell on the caged Bree once more. “Lynette…” Tom hesitated.
Looking over her shoulder, Lynette caught Bree’s fraught expression. The large green eyes that begged Lynette to release her from her discomfort and humiliation. Shrugging nonchalantly, the blonde turned back to her husband and smirked; “I know. Our little pet will just have to be patient while I get what I want.” Her voice lowered to a smoky haze that hypnotized Tom and had him pulling her on top of him.
Turning to press Lynette against the door, Tom felt his wife’s fingers tickle along the length of his manhood before guiding it between her thighs and into her warmth. Her lusty moan drove right through his uncertainty as he began to pump into her. Feeling his fingers digging into her thighs, he dipped his mouth to her neck and nibbled on her flesh hungrily.
Lynette threw her head back and moaned. Her fingers sank into her husband’s hair and pulled him tighter against her neck as her darkened eyes bore into Bree’s watery emerald depths. Please. Bree mouthed silently, leaning as far forward as possible in her bonds, her thighs pressed so tightly together they shook with the effort. Lynette’s eyes closed as she growled, the image of her captive burned onto the back of her eyelids, spurring on an unstoppable passion she unleashed on Tom.
My god, thought Tom. Lynette is in quite the mood. He fought to keep up to her rhythm, a wild tempo of frenzied want. Pulling away from her neck, he caught her ardent look at Bree and marveled at the many complicated layers of his wife’s perversions. With a grunted groan, he brought his mouth to her ear and hissed; “I’m going to cum.”
Her husband’s words seemed to shake Lynette out of her reverie. “Wait.” Her voice was firm as she pushed at him; taking the hint, Tom slid out of her. Smoothing her skirt down, Lynette grabbed Tom’s hand and dragged him down the stairs. He stumbled on his pants and reached down to pull them up enough so that he was able to walk down unencumbered.
Steering Tom in front of Bree with his rigid phallus bouncing in her face, she smiled triumphantly and nodded at the redhead. “All right Tom, go ahead.” Bree’s face blanched and Tom turned to his wife, shocked. “Lynette. No.” Shaking his head, he began to back away as he pulled at his pants. Swiftly walking towards him, Lynette slapped at his hands and pulled him back towards the cage.
Moving around behind him, Lynette peered at Bree over Tom’s shoulder and with a slow smile curled her hand around his cock. “You can’t lie to me Tom; you find this as exhilarating as I do.” Her mewled purr coupled with the slickness of her tongue tracing his earlobe made Tom close his eyes and shudder. “You find this picture as pretty as I do.” Lynette laughed softly as she began to furiously stroke Tom’s aching sex.
She had brought him too close to orgasm at the top of the stairs for Tom to stop himself. As Bree brought her knees up and ducked her face into them, sobbing, Tom’s release flew forth and found purchase in those shining crimson strands. Bree let out a keening wail as she felt the cum in her hair, her shoulders shaking violently as she fought to breathe.
Ashamed, Tom let out a soft cry. “Oh god.” Hastily pulling up his pants, he turned to his wife and opened his mouth. “I…” Unable to find the words, he turned back to Bree and muttered, “I’m so sorry.” Feeling the coward but unable to do anything else, Tom hurried back up the stairs, closing the door behind him.
For a moment, Lynette felt the guilt of his use tug at her then she turned towards the lovely mess before her. “Bree.” Her voice was gentle as she crouched down near the cage. She knew this had been extremely difficult for the redhead to endure and she wasn’t without compassion. The slickness between her thighs may have betrayed her enjoyment for this game but there were times she questioned herself. It was only the hunger in Bree’s tear stained face that kept her motivated in her selfishness.
Bree did nothing to quiet her sobs; they were raw and aching as she looked up at Lynette. It wasn’t glamourous, it wasn’t sexy - this was the sort of release that would leave her exhausted. Lynette reached through the bars and caressed Bree’s cheek lovingly which set the redhead off into a new flood of tears. Lynette’s eyes took in the white smear in Bree’s hair, stark against the red; she watched the makeup melt and stain Bree’s ivory skin; she noted the way the woman wiggled and twisted from the aching pain in her bladder.
“Do you want that release Bree?” Lynette’s eyes purposefully stared at the pile of newspapers.
Bree’s answer was forthcoming and sharp in its immediacy; “Yes! Oh god yes!” Once she started, she couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of her. “Jesus Lynette. Please. I can’t stand it anymore! I don’t care where I have to go as long as you let me go. Even if you won’t, I can’t hold it much longer. And Tom. Why is he…why did you…?” Her voice dissolved into a succession of soul baring sobs once more.
Quietly reaching around, Lynette spent a few moments unraveling Tom’s rope bondage and watched as Bree shot forward; stumbling and faltering as the pins and needles in her arms warred with her desire to urinate. In her attempt to crawl, her arms gave way and she struck her cheek against the concrete, leaving behind an angry rash-like scratch on her cheek. Finally, she crouched on the papers. “Will you at least turn away?”
Without a word, Lynette shook her head slowly from side to side. This was only the beginning of Bree’s fall from grace.
...To Be Continued...
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Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairings: Bree Van deKamp, Lynette and Tom Scavo
Chapter: Part II
Rating: N17/N18/R/X-Rated!!
Warning: I had a hard time writing this so I'm sure most of you will have a very hard time reading it. Please, please, please mind the rating and stay out of here if you're squimish. I refuse to censor myself and sometimes even I get scared of what comes out of my brain. Consider yourselves warned.
When Bree had come to her with that desperate plea in her eyes, Lynette had to quell the urge to fist her hair and drag Bree to her knees right then and there. The lightening bolt of desire that flared through Lynette caught her off guard and she had to make a concerted effort not to let that surprise show in her face. Yes, she’d said; spend a weekend at my house. But don’t misunderstand, she continued clearly; it’s not going to be easy.
Now, a couple weeks later, she watched as Tom returned heavily from the basement. He hadn’t always agreed with his wife’s desires but seeing as he didn’t want to be the one suffering under them, he allowed her this transgression and forgave himself for his weaknesses. He cringed every time he looked at Bree in that cage they’d bought prematurely when the boys had been obsessed with buying a dog. He had refused to be a part of it in the beginning and yet, he loved Lynette enough that he would travel to the ends of the earth for her. This seemed like a simple request in comparison and it was easier knowing that Bree enjoyed it as well.
Lynette had just finished putting the boys to bed, she’d been sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Tom to reappear and when he did, she stood up and slunk into the circle of his arms. “How is she?” She murmured against his five o’clock shadow.
“Suffering.” Tom pulled away and looked his wife in the face. “This is hard Lynette.” His heart thudded against his chest for as perverted as he felt this was, he couldn’t help but enjoy it just a bit. Enough to feel a twinge of lust spark a light in the darkest part of him.
Lynette suppressed a delighted smile as she knew it wasn’t easy for Tom to participate in her darker fantasies and she appreciated his graciousness in regards to her extracurricular activities. She may have been aware of his struggle but Lynette was not ignorant to his enjoyment either and as she leaned up on her toes to kiss him, she sank her hand beneath the waistband of his pants. Pushing her tongue into his mouth, Lynette drank deeply of his kiss and pulled back only to whisper hotly in his ear; “Poor Bree.” She couldn’t help herself, with a grin she felt his cock harden in her hand. “She’ll have to wait a while longer.”
Tom’s sharp intake of breath was deeply satisfying for Lynette as she toyed with her husband much like she toyed with Bree. They were nothing but limp marionettes on the end of her string and with each tug she brought them closer to euphoric bliss and a painfully honest self-actualization.
Undoing his pants, Lynette turned towards the open basement door and directed him by a firm hand curled around his cock, to the top step. Reaching behind him, she closed the door and viciously shoved him against it, pressing herself to his heaving chest and diving back into his gasping mouth.
With his pants around his knees, Tom barely had a moment to register Bree’s eyes on them before Lynette’s starving mouth distracted him from the redhead’s wide-eyed gaze. He fell into her kiss for a moment, losing his sense of the situation until she pulled back to hike up her skirt and his eyes fell on the caged Bree once more. “Lynette…” Tom hesitated.
Looking over her shoulder, Lynette caught Bree’s fraught expression. The large green eyes that begged Lynette to release her from her discomfort and humiliation. Shrugging nonchalantly, the blonde turned back to her husband and smirked; “I know. Our little pet will just have to be patient while I get what I want.” Her voice lowered to a smoky haze that hypnotized Tom and had him pulling her on top of him.
Turning to press Lynette against the door, Tom felt his wife’s fingers tickle along the length of his manhood before guiding it between her thighs and into her warmth. Her lusty moan drove right through his uncertainty as he began to pump into her. Feeling his fingers digging into her thighs, he dipped his mouth to her neck and nibbled on her flesh hungrily.
Lynette threw her head back and moaned. Her fingers sank into her husband’s hair and pulled him tighter against her neck as her darkened eyes bore into Bree’s watery emerald depths. Please. Bree mouthed silently, leaning as far forward as possible in her bonds, her thighs pressed so tightly together they shook with the effort. Lynette’s eyes closed as she growled, the image of her captive burned onto the back of her eyelids, spurring on an unstoppable passion she unleashed on Tom.
My god, thought Tom. Lynette is in quite the mood. He fought to keep up to her rhythm, a wild tempo of frenzied want. Pulling away from her neck, he caught her ardent look at Bree and marveled at the many complicated layers of his wife’s perversions. With a grunted groan, he brought his mouth to her ear and hissed; “I’m going to cum.”
Her husband’s words seemed to shake Lynette out of her reverie. “Wait.” Her voice was firm as she pushed at him; taking the hint, Tom slid out of her. Smoothing her skirt down, Lynette grabbed Tom’s hand and dragged him down the stairs. He stumbled on his pants and reached down to pull them up enough so that he was able to walk down unencumbered.
Steering Tom in front of Bree with his rigid phallus bouncing in her face, she smiled triumphantly and nodded at the redhead. “All right Tom, go ahead.” Bree’s face blanched and Tom turned to his wife, shocked. “Lynette. No.” Shaking his head, he began to back away as he pulled at his pants. Swiftly walking towards him, Lynette slapped at his hands and pulled him back towards the cage.
Moving around behind him, Lynette peered at Bree over Tom’s shoulder and with a slow smile curled her hand around his cock. “You can’t lie to me Tom; you find this as exhilarating as I do.” Her mewled purr coupled with the slickness of her tongue tracing his earlobe made Tom close his eyes and shudder. “You find this picture as pretty as I do.” Lynette laughed softly as she began to furiously stroke Tom’s aching sex.
She had brought him too close to orgasm at the top of the stairs for Tom to stop himself. As Bree brought her knees up and ducked her face into them, sobbing, Tom’s release flew forth and found purchase in those shining crimson strands. Bree let out a keening wail as she felt the cum in her hair, her shoulders shaking violently as she fought to breathe.
Ashamed, Tom let out a soft cry. “Oh god.” Hastily pulling up his pants, he turned to his wife and opened his mouth. “I…” Unable to find the words, he turned back to Bree and muttered, “I’m so sorry.” Feeling the coward but unable to do anything else, Tom hurried back up the stairs, closing the door behind him.
For a moment, Lynette felt the guilt of his use tug at her then she turned towards the lovely mess before her. “Bree.” Her voice was gentle as she crouched down near the cage. She knew this had been extremely difficult for the redhead to endure and she wasn’t without compassion. The slickness between her thighs may have betrayed her enjoyment for this game but there were times she questioned herself. It was only the hunger in Bree’s tear stained face that kept her motivated in her selfishness.
Bree did nothing to quiet her sobs; they were raw and aching as she looked up at Lynette. It wasn’t glamourous, it wasn’t sexy - this was the sort of release that would leave her exhausted. Lynette reached through the bars and caressed Bree’s cheek lovingly which set the redhead off into a new flood of tears. Lynette’s eyes took in the white smear in Bree’s hair, stark against the red; she watched the makeup melt and stain Bree’s ivory skin; she noted the way the woman wiggled and twisted from the aching pain in her bladder.
“Do you want that release Bree?” Lynette’s eyes purposefully stared at the pile of newspapers.
Bree’s answer was forthcoming and sharp in its immediacy; “Yes! Oh god yes!” Once she started, she couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of her. “Jesus Lynette. Please. I can’t stand it anymore! I don’t care where I have to go as long as you let me go. Even if you won’t, I can’t hold it much longer. And Tom. Why is he…why did you…?” Her voice dissolved into a succession of soul baring sobs once more.
Quietly reaching around, Lynette spent a few moments unraveling Tom’s rope bondage and watched as Bree shot forward; stumbling and faltering as the pins and needles in her arms warred with her desire to urinate. In her attempt to crawl, her arms gave way and she struck her cheek against the concrete, leaving behind an angry rash-like scratch on her cheek. Finally, she crouched on the papers. “Will you at least turn away?”
Without a word, Lynette shook her head slowly from side to side. This was only the beginning of Bree’s fall from grace.
...To Be Continued...
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