It took me a moment to get my bearings after being upside down and when I did, Grant stood by the door. He was tall like Cole, but trimmer, lankier.
"Grant, this is my wife Tessa. I believe you’ve already met."
"Ma'am," he replied, although he wasn't smiling.
"You've met his wife, Maura."
Maura was in the kitchen, but turned to give Cole a smile, which slipped when she glanced at me.
The sight made me ache inside, knowing my harsh words had made this woman think poorly of me. I'd been sharp tongued to people in the past and it hadn't bothered me before. Why now? I was so overwhelmed by Cole, by my body's reaction to him, what he expected me to do to him, my clothes. Everything. I was off kilter, like a chair with one leg too short, wobbly and unsure. And now I'd gone and made Cole mad and hurt Maura's feelings. In turn, I hadn't made a friend of Grant in the process.
Maura carried a large soup tureen from the kitchen and placed it on the center of the table. The soup smelled delicious, but her attire distracted me. She was dressed very similarly to me, with an blouse identical to mine, cut to reveal her breasts. She'd only stuck her head around the door earlier. Had I let her in, I would have seen her wearing her blouse, seen her breasts exposed just like mine. Hers were noticeably smaller than mine, but the corset lifted her amply. Her nipples were large and extremely long, a darker shade of rose than mine. Having never seen another woman besides my sister unclothed, I had not imagined nipples to be so...ample.
I surreptitiously glanced at my own breasts. They were much, much larger, obscenely so, pushed up as they were, but my nipples were much more demure.
"Maura, it smells wonderful, and I apologize for barging in like this, especially after having you carry our meal to the house, and then back." With the last, Cole glanced at me, clearly waiting for me to apologize.
"I am sorry, Maura, for being so unfriendly. I've found myself a little overwhelmed and I was not kind to you when I could have used a friend," I replied, contrite. If only I'd kept quiet, I'd have learned my breasts weren't the only ones to be exposed on the Bridger ranch.
The woman gave me a soft smile and a nod and I was surprised by her easy forgiveness.
"Not all women are as hurtful as your sister. In time, you will come to see that she was the exception, not the norm."
I looked down at the wood floor during his chastisement. He was correct, but that didn't lessen the sting.
"Thank you, darlin', for making things right with Maura. However, you have hurt the feelings of Grant's wife and you can not go unpunished for your behavior. You must remember that there are consequences to your words."
"But--" I glanced up at Cole and quickly shut my mouth. Now was not the time to argue.
"You are clearly too old for soap in your mouth. Instead, you will suck my cock until I am finished my lunch. It is the perfect way for you to remain quiet and learn to not speak out of turn."
My jaw dropped, stunned by his words. I wasn't sure if I should be mortified or appalled. Perhaps both. "You want me to...what? Here?" I waved my arm. "With them in the room?"
"This is their house. If you'd been kinder to Maura and let her in the door, we'd be eating a private meal right now. You chose this venue and by your behavior you've chosen to suck my cock instead of eating your lunch. Now get under the table."
Cole sat down at the table, picked up his spoon. He looked to me expectantly. I glanced at Grant, whose hand rested upon his wife's on the table. Would I want Cole to defend and protect me in such a way if I'd been bullied by another woman? Would I want her to be chastised and punished, just like me? Oh God, I would. I had to make this right.
I took a deep breath and lowered to my knees, crawling beneath the table to kneel in front of Cole. It was dark and sheltered under the table; Grant and Maura could no longer see me. I undid Cole's pants and pulled his cock free. It was so big! Was it always like this? So hot to the touch, with veins pulsing along the length? Would he taste the same, feel the same against my tongue?
"Tessa, be sure to work my cock to the back of your throat as I instructed this morning," he told me, his voice muffled slightly from the table.
Taking a deep breath, I lowered my head and thought about everything Cole taught me only hours before; licking the broad head, running my tongue over the long shaft, then taking it deep. He'd wanted me to take it all, filling my mouth and into my throat. He was too big and his size made me gag. I couldn't help it. His copious seed had surprised me and it had overflowed. I hadn't been able to swallow it fast enough.
I had to try again, to get better. I licked the head like a candy sucker. This time the small hole oozed a clear liquid that coated my tongue. Salty and musky flavored, just like earlier. I took his cock into my mouth, working it in and out. I didn't know what I was doing and he wasn't shifting his hips like he had earlier to dictate his pleasure. I lowered my head down slowly, filling my mouth with his cock, further and further until I hit that spot that made my eyes water, that made me lose my breath. I retreated, then tried again. I couldn't get it in all the way! Tears sprang to my eyes at how my mouth was crammed full and he wanted me to take even more. It was impossible!
As I continued to work him into the back of my throat, I heard voices above the table. They were conversing as if I weren't there instead of sucking my husband's cock! This was the punishment; being ignored instead of conversing with them. I should be sitting with them, chatting amiably about being newly married, the weather. Anything. But no, I'd had to hurt Maura's feelings. I felt ashamed.
I continued for five, ten minutes; I lost track of time. There'd been no change in Cole's cock. My mouth was tiring and I was exhausted from the lapses in my breathing. His cock was still thick, the head still broad and flaring, the length more than I could fit in my mouth. Liquid hadn't gushed from the end like it had before. My eyes filled in frustration.
I had no idea how to get his seed to come out. I couldn't befriend Maura. I didn't know how to talk to other women, how to be nice. I'd had no kind example, only my older sister whose sole purpose before marriage had been to torture me. Even my mother sided with Henrietta. Nothing I ever did was right. Tears rushed hotly down my cheeks, but I could do nothing about them.
Cole's hand in my hair surprised me from my depressing thoughts. It was a gentle caress, soft and for some reason, reassuring. How did he know I was upset? Even in punishment, he was reassuring me. I sucked my cheeks in, pulling on his hard length and I felt his hand clench in my hair. He wasn't unaffected! This gave me some motivation, knowing I could arouse my husband. Soon enough, he put pressure on my scalp, lowering me even further onto his cock. I couldn't pull back. His hold was too tight. I squirmed, cried out but I was stuffed full. Even though I knew he liked my ministrations, I couldn't breathe. Just as I was beginning to panic that I'd never get air again, I felt that thick rush of his seed. I swallowed convulsively, trying to take it all. His flavor coated my tongue, washed down my throat. Finally, finally, he released me and lifted my head from his spent cock. I took deep breaths of air.
Cole carefully slid his chair back enough to put himself back in his pants, then even further to stand up. He bent down and held out a hand to me and I crawled out from beneath the table. I couldn't meet his eye nor our hosts’ as I wiped frantically at his seed that had dribbled down my chin and onto the tops of my exposed breasts.
"Leave it, please. I like seeing my seed upon you." He tilted my face up to look at him. "You did well, Tessa, taking your punishment. You are also very good at sucking cock."
I felt my cheeks flush at his immodest words, but relieved knowing I'd pleased him. I chanced a glance up