My Wife's Expansion Factor: Chapter 37(Illustrated) (Patreon)

Bree needed an outlet, a distraction… something to take her mind off the vicious cruelty her mind was subjecting her to. Every second she spent hearing one more scream out of Cherry was an eternity of yearning to be in her place that very moment.

It was becoming increasingly hard to believe Cherry had failed to at least contain the man. With her Factor, it really shouldn’t have been that hard, and yet Bree found herself suspecting that the two of them had gone through some growth.

She was envious… and her nearest outlet was an annoying man in a blue tracksuit. His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as she approached and placed her hands on him. For a brief moment, it almost looked like she was taking pity on him.

Her Factor was released, and with it, a part of Bree grew numb to the needy lust that had been building inside her. Her eyes closed in relief.

The same could not be said of Brian, though. Brian's body tingled and sparked with a wave of pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The breasts in front of him suddenly became the most important things on the planet, and he couldn't possibly wait to get his dick between them.

He jerked forward, but the hands holding him didn’t budge, steadying him with a surprising amount of herculean strength.

“FUCK!!!” He growled when the rope binding him began digging into his skin the more he struggled, “You could at… the very… least let me… touch you…”

“Ohoho! Where's the fun in that?” Bree chuckled, watching the man writhe and struggle against the binds with the hope of touching her just a bit. With how much lust he was inducing in him, she could barely imagine just how much he wanted to take her.

“Why are you doing this?” The man begged, “I can fuck you all you want without whatever this is.”

At that, Bree felt insulted. “Deception in your state is really quite ugly. Perhaps holding back is what's causing such… bravado.”

“Holding back?” Brian hissed, “You're bluff… MM-HMM!!! FUCK!!!”

A devilish glint filled Bree’s eyes at the sight of a man writhing with lust. It was not a surprise when he started convulsing like he'd been struck by lightning, a reaction she had never seen before.

‘Hmm… I meant to have him experience the same lust as I with no release… yet somehow he managed to cum,’ she thought to herself, taking a step back as the man continued soiling his pants. Now, she was in an even worse mood. Even a tied-up person could cum with nothing but his mind and eyes. ‘Can’t believe I envy this fool.’

A massive wet blotch appeared on the tracksuit pants where a bulge slightly larger than Bree had been expecting threatened to tear through the fabric, and the wet blotch continued to grow for a whole minute before the man could breathe again.

She stood above him with her hand on her hips. “Happy with yourself now? You managed to cum without even touching me.”

“You're a bitch!” He said through tired breaths.

“I wonder what that makes you,” she thought to herself with a chuckle.

“When I get out of these restraints, I'll…”

“Do nothing,” she completed. Just to demonstrate her point, Bree walked behind the man, grabbed one of the ropes binding him and lifted him up with ease.

The fury drained from his face. The strength that had pinned him to the sofa while she tortured him had been no illusion. “How…”

‘This is too fun… Shall we really need Clive if I can spook him this much by myself?’ She wondered.

“Bree?” A voice behind her stopped her dead in her tracks, startling her so much that she dropped the man she was holding like he was hot charcoal.

“Chad!” Bree exclaimed, turning around swiftly, “You're done already?!”

There was a complicated expression on the man's face as he nodded. He came up to the blonde man she'd dropped and got him back into the sofa facing the camera they'd put to watch him.

One look at his wet pants and the sweat on his brow told him he'd missed a lot more than the part where she'd lifted him off the sofa.

“You seriously don't want this one. She's not what you think she… nghh!!!” The gag was back on.

Chad led Bree back to the kitchen where she immediately engulfed him in a bear hug. She wasn’t injured, nor was she shivering. She seemed fine at a glance, but he had to make sure.

“What happened?” He whispered.

“I wanted a distraction from the noise in the bedroom, and ended up torturing him just a little,” she answered.

“You used your Factor on him?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she nervously laughed, “I really can't seem to find a good use for my Factor.”

“I wouldn't call a Factor similar to an aphrodisiac useless,” Chad chuckled, “I, for one, wouldn't be opposed to having it used on me with my consent.”

“Oh, babe!” Bree kissed his neck as her hands began to explore his body a bit more intimately. “You should be careful what you wish for. You might think you've lost control before, but I could really turn you into a fuck beast if you push me too hard.”

Chad felt his body react to that. He pulled back so he could properly kiss his girlfriend(second girlfriend). His hand drifted down to her massive ass and gave it a generous squeeze.

She gasped and deepened their kiss, pressing her incredibly massive tits into him. “I thought… you were spent.”

He pushed her against the wall and kissed her even harder for a few moments longer. “Have you forgotten what you did to me before Cherry arrived?”

A smirk played on her lips. “I thought Cherry had gotten it all out of your system.”

“She was amazing… but I'm partly talking about you here,” Chad was smooth with his counter, even though he hadn't really answered her question.

“You’re dodging the question, babe,” she whispered, suppressing a moan that threatened to rip out of her throat when he touched her breast and pressed the sensitive mound.

‘Fuck,’ she internally cried, ‘Why am I asking this man questions when I clearly want him to fuck me?’

“I’m obviously not as energetic as I was before having sex with Cherry,” he answered, “But I'm not weakened either. Believe me, I'm more surprised than you are.”

Bree was done with the questions. She could even feel the erection now pressing up against her. Her hands were securely wrapped around his neck. “Cherry won't mind us having sex in her presence, will she?”

“Only one way to find out,” he answered.

When they brought it up with the girl who was going through security footage, it came as a surprise that she even asked if they’d be bothered by her watching from time to time.

“Why?” Bree had to ask, utterly confused.

“You know his body more than I do. I want to learn,” she answered with a shrug, and with a naughty wink, she added, “Perhaps next time I'll tire him out so much there will be nothing left for you.”

With that, Cherry retreated to the study table to continue shifting through the footage Clive had sent over.

Author's Note: This story is about to end so much that I'm opening the next to start editing and preparing the next chapters. That said, the minimum number of chapters left is 2, and the maximum could be anything between 3 and 5. I hope you guys loved it as much as I did. The drama in here was quite the rollercoaster.

Bonus images here(Had a lot of issues with the 'torture' session):