Unintelligible grunts deafened your and Alice’s ears, with a soft sort of grace Rachael casually rolled over, now facing the desk she had placed you on, a desk not even half a foot away from her face. Both you and Alice nearly fainted, turning ghastly pale. There was no time to hide, no time to even move before Rachael’s eyes started fluttering open. All you and…well you guess she’s your girlfriend now; all you could do was watch in horror as Rachel’s deep brown irises reflected your own shameful image back at you.
Her first words were disgruntled, “…Morni-….Huh? Who’s this hunny?” A monolithic hand brushed sleep out of her eyes, and she took a better look.
“Well um…dear…this is Alice…” The fellow tiny gave a shy, if not scared, wave towards your much bigger, much more terrifying wife.
That didn’t fully wake her up, seeing a tiny woman did little to alert Rachael; but that quickly ended when she noticed you two were naked. “Oh my God…baby…you didn’t….”
“Look Rachael I can ex-“Those were the wrong words.
Rachael’s voice rose to what would be defined as a scream, to you…you could you’re your eardrums bursting a bit. “Shut it you cheating…you cheating fuck! I love you…I married you! I’ve been with you for over a decade and you…you do this?! Am I not good enough for you now or something?!”
You tried to appease the giantess as Alice wisely sidled to her clothes. “Look hunny, it just sort of…happened. There was no romance behind it!” You could feel Alice staring daggers at you now too.
Great, two angry women!
Rachael didn’t even seem to notice your words, “Fine! If it’s some woman you’re after, I’ll give you some woman! More than you could ever want!” It seemed like a blur of movement as Rachael sat upright and scraped you and Alice off with her fingernail, laying you both on the bed sheets. Above loomed Rachael’s moon-sized, red panty-clad, rear, there was no time to panic, no time to even register the situation. Alice gave you a tight, fear-filled, embrace as it happened.
Rachael sat on you two.
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The feeling of getting sat on was not one you were used to; many of the women you’ve had to deal with over the years often found you unworthy of their butts, probably a good thing really. But it left you…unprepared for this.
You’ve had to experience the weight of a foot, the weight of a tongue, even the weight of spit at one point, but none of it seemed to compare to the weight of Rachael’s well-toned butt. With a foot one can control the pressure well, but like this Rachael was applying full force; in fact, if not for the bed below you probably would’ve been crushed. But you were fortunate enough to not be crushed…only in severe pain. There was no escaping it either, all around was darkness; Rachael’s butt blocked out the light itself. Any struggles you and Alice did seemed to do nothing more than tickle the giantess, who laughed at your ploys.
“Is this enough woman for you hubbie? Let me give you more just in case!” She added pressure, even beginning a bit of a rub down.
Dear God if you thought it was bad before, it was like the Indian Burn from hell, the friction of your entire body rubbing between Rachael’s cheeks, and the bed below, seemed to melt your very bones. And not just that, but both you and Alice were slowly getting squished into the firm cheeks of Rachael, likely a spot you’ll never return from. In desperation the two of you clasped hands and held for one another, but against Rachael the bond didn’t even last a minute. You were pushed deep into her butt, so deep that the opening narrowed to almost nothing behind you.
In the moment you remembered the oddest thing, scenes from television where a woman realized they were getting cheated on. Cop Dramas, Comedies, Movies, no matter what it always seemed to bring about a temporary insane rage. You shrugged it off as a mere Hollywood thing, and it seemed you were beyond wrong.
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Rachael meanwhile, was having the time of her life. To literally have that cheating bastard and his bitch underneath her…it was a rush, almost enough to make her wet even. Their futile struggles are what made her wet; hell, she was halfway tempted to throw them both into the depths of her pussy and let them continue their little affair as she fingered herself.
But cheating bastard or not, her husband was her husband, she wouldn’t kill him…at least not yet. On that note, who was that woman? Rachael flipped out too soon to think to ask, another tiny? What were the odds? Those were the kind of odds that would bring up words like “Destiny” or “Soul Mate”
Not with MY husband you bitch! Rachael gritted her teeth, adding a little more pressure.
There remained one thing though, Rachael couldn’t shake the feeling she wasn’t doing enough, that her actions weren’t torturous enough. But what more could she do…? She figured it out a moment later.
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