Skyler White Breaks Bad

Skyler White drove like a bat out of hell down the lonely desert road connecting rural New Mexico with rural Arizona. She only knew to take this road because of the app she put on her husband Walter’s phone. Many times he’d driven this route to deliver fifty pounds of his famous blue methamphetamine to the Arizona trafficker Declan.

She hadn’t seen Walter in two days. Her husband had a knack for arrogance that got him in trouble many times before. It was probable he’d angered one of them and gotten beat up. It wasn’t likely they’d kill him—then only man who could cook the legendary meth to perfection.

There was another, of course, his twenty-nine-year-old former partner, Jesse. But they’d had a falling out several months ago, and Walt said he’d left New Mexico. It was more likely that the AZ distributor had punished Walt, so again she’d have to take him home to nurse him up.

When she arrived at the remote desert adobe house, she was surprised to see Walt’s car there along with an old, beat-up RV. The house was kind of big for a hideaway for drug transaction, and a swamp cooler hummed on the roof next to a small bank of solar panels.

Skyler stood in the doorway, where the door was ajar and coolish air leaked out. She wore only a light blouse and a short skirt because of the day’s heat and the broken air conditioner in her red station wagon. She had pulled off her bra when the temp hit ninety on the way here. The white nylon clung to her breasts and belly, and the skirt to her thighs.

“Walt? Are you in there?”

“Yo. He’s in here, Mrs. White,” came Jesse’s voice.

“Skyler! You do not come—” Walt’s command was cut off and turned into muffled sounds.

“It’s okay, Mrs. White. We’re just talking, yo,” Jesse said. “It’s totally chill. We won’t harm you or nothing.”

“That’s like, church. Gospel, Ms. White.” She recognized Skinny Pete’s mellow tone. Of the boneheads Jesse hung out with, Pete was actually a fairly intelligent boy… who often needed a bath.

“True ‘dat,” came Beaver’s voice. She didn’t know his real name but he was a big, well-built twenty-something with the brains of a puppy dog.

She exhaled and pushed into the home, ignoring that her breasts and nipples were plainly visible through the wet fabric. These were boys, and she’d always known how to manipulate boys. Before she met Walt waitressing years ago, she’d won wet T-shirt contests and worked as a stripper a few times when times had been tight. She’d never told him.

Jesse had been standing by the door when she came in. Jesse locked the double-keyed deadbolt and dropped the key in his pocket. “Better make yourself comfortable, Mrs. White. We’re going to be here—”

“Damn, look at those awesome tits!” Beaver erupted. He stood next to Walt, who was tied in a chair and had a ball-gag strapped in his mouth.

“Whoa, Mrs. White!” Jesse gasped. “Who knew? You’re smoking.”

“What are you doing with my husband?” she demanded, a lot more confident than she felt.

“Y’see, your asshole husband changed the recipe so it doesn’t work with the chemicals that are out there now. Nothing that’s any better than seventy percent,” Jesse griped.

“And it isn’t blue anymore, either,” Pete added. His eyes drank in the sight of this suburban MILF he met once before. He’d jacked off to the fantasy of his crank in her mouth or her pussy many times.

“And so, what… you’re going to torture him?” she said wearily.

“Hell yeah,” Jesse said, nodding at the coffee table.

There was a buttplug in stainless steel with a wire coming out. The wire went into a sleek control box with dials and switches. It was labeled, “Electrotic Sex Stimulator – warning: read manual before using.”

Instead of freaking out she turned to her husband in disappointment. “This is why I keep begging you to be done with this. We have more money than we can spend in ten lifetimes. And you still persist in—”

Walt’s snarls were muffled by the ballgag, but he was angry with her.

“Take the gag off him, yo,” Jesse said.

Beaver nimbly undid the straps and stepped back, worried the chemist might try to bite him or something.

Walter glared at her. “Nobody tells me what to do. I say when and how,” he snapped. He turned to Jesse. “Now untie me from this ridiculous chair.”

“Not ‘til you say the magic words, dude,” Jesse said.

“Fuck you,” Walter growled.

“Beaver, cut open his pants so you can stick that plug thing up where the sun don’t shine.”

“Dude, no way I’m touching his or any man’s ass,” the big doofus said.

“It was your idea,” Jesse retorted. “You stole that thing from your older sister because you saw a comic where somebody got—never mind.”

“I wasn’t thinking I’d have to touch his ass when…”

“Guys, I got a better idea,” Skinny Pete said. “How about we fuck his wife right in front of him? I bet before we even get her panties off, he tells you the new process.”

“I don’t know…” Jesse muttered. He’d known her a year and actually respected her. Not that he hadn’t fantasized going balls-deep in her.

“Hell, yeah,” Beaver said, unbuttoning his shirt. “Dude, if you had a wife like her, would you want anyone else playing hide the salami?”

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare,” Walter gritted.

His tone angered Jesse, who stepped around to Skyler’s front. “Yeah?”

He grabbed the fabric and popped all buttons tearing it open. Her lovely 42-DDs, pale and sweaty were exposed for all to see. Her nipples grew hard in the cool air. There was a collective sigh from all the young men.

Two drops of milk formed on her nipples. She was still producing milk for their baby, and she realized she’d forgotten to pump in her panic to drive out here and rescue Walt. Part of the moisture on her blouse was breast milk that mixed in with the sweat. The forty-two-year-old was frozen with both embarrassment and worry. Would they hurt her?

“So dude,” Jesse smirked at her husband, “tell me how I wouldn’t. You got a fine woman and I bet your greedy old ass hasn’t fucked her, like forever. I mean look at this!”

He took her right tit and squeezed. Milk welled up. He lapped it up with his tongue before it could roll off her boob and onto the floor. The taste of it made him hard, and he started sucking on her tit. She whimpered.

Skyler was surprised how gentle the young man was, tonguing her hot nipple while he sucked milk from her. She felt a tingle between her legs as much from the situation as the feeling of this boy sucking her tit. Then she felt Skinny Pete behind her, unbuttoning her skirt.

She shivered with a little thrill as he slid down her skirt. Without being told, she stepped out of it. Next, he slipped the blouse off her arms. She was naked save a tanga-style white lace panty and white pumps. For a woman who’d delivered her second baby six months ago, she was tight!

“I really wish you wouldn’t do that,” she said as Jesse nursed the sweet milk from her massive breasts.

“I wish your husband would cooperate,” he replied and moved behind her. He stripped off his pants and shirt. His erection poked through his boxers. “So how about it, old man? Wanna see the Missus pull a train?”

She shivered even more deeply as Jesse’s soft hands stroked her body, from her crotch to her boobs. He was trying to turn her on, make her husband jealous as well as scandalized by his wife getting raped in front of him. It angered her that Walt’s look was only of defiance, not of shock or concern for her welfare.

“Jesse, you have no business cooking my formula or anyone else’s. You’re an addict and you’d best leave chemistry to a professional.”

Jesse crouched behind Skyler and tugged down her panties. Unbidden, she stepped out of them. He was in awe of her round, big asscheeks that perfectly complemented her awesome rack. Because he had actually stopped getting high months ago, he could smell her pussy and the faint, tantalizing odor of her ass. Her brought his nose down and sniffed.

Before Skyler knew what she was doing, she spread her feet wide, parting her deep anal cleft and opening her pussy and the brown starfish of her anal sphincter to him. She’d not only begun to resent that he had yet to even ask Jesse not do this to her, she was curious to see just how far her husband would let it go.

As much as Jesse had loved Jane and Andrea, he always had a taste for MILFs—like that neighbor woman he’d been fucking when the DEA raided his last solo lab. And Skyler White was a classy, smart MILF and very pretty. He softly massaged her asscheeks, spread them and licked her asshole, hard and deep. She gasped… and whimpered.

He pulled his mouth away and grinned at Walter. “And now I’m all up in your business, old man. Still think we won’t?”

“I know all about meth heads. Even if you could get it up, you wouldn’t do it. Risk me cutting you out for good.”

“Walt. Are you ever going to stop cooking meth?” she demanded.

“Not now, Skyler!”

“Fuck this,” Jesse said and pulled her to the floor with him. “Sorry about this, Mrs. White. Sorry your husband’s such a greedy asshole.”

He removed his shorts and took her hair in his hand and pushed her head down to his slender seven-inch erection. The head poked her lips but she refused to open up. Her twisted his hand in her hair making her yelp with pain. He forced his cock into her open mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah, Mrs. White! Suck that bad boy!” he groaned.

“Jesse! You stop that! You hear me?”

“Fuck you, old man. We don’t wanna hurt you, Mrs. White, so get on your hands and knees, okay?”

Skyler had teetered on the edge of dread and excitement ever since she learned her husband was earning millions from meth. More often than not, she’d learned to go with the flow. It was less scary. As she got on all fours, spreading her knees wide as she knew they wanted, she felt her labia parting and cool air on the juicing pink folds of flesh.

She was surprised that her clit was tingling. Then she saw Badger shuck his Jockeys and couldn’t take her eyes off eleven throbbing inches and the delighted grin on his boyish face. Now she knew why it tingled, and for a moment she wanted to fuck these boys in front of him.

“Please, Walt,” she whined. “Tell them what they want.”

“Stay out of it, Skyler,” he grumbled. His gaze was hard but he was suffering behind it. “Jesse, I’m warning you.”

“Warn this, bitch,” Jesse told him and then slid his cock into Skyler’s pussy. “Oh, fuck you’re such a hot babe, Mrs. White!”

“Jesse, you stop that right now! Jesse! Jesse!”