Part Seven

Terri had planned to tell Ted about her new course of action before he set out for work the next morning, but when she rolled over in bed, she found that he'd already left. Her head still throbbed from the champagne they'd consumed, and her pussy was still a little sore from the hard fucking he'd given her on their return home. In fact, between the food and the alcohol, they'd been so horny they'd done it right in the garage, with Ted hiking up her skirt and taking her doggy style over the workbench. With all that, she was amazed that he had the strength to get up early. But, of course, he would want to be in early to impress the new director. Lack of sleep would be no reason to miss a chance to suck up.

No matter. She didn't need Ted around to put her own plan into motion. After showering, shaving and getting the girls off to school, she donned a plaid summer dress and a pair of sandals, and set off to visit a woman she'd met the night before. She and Marissa Chung had hit it off in the short time they'd talked, discovering a shared interest in fashion and home decorating. It wasn't surprising that they had never met; Marissa's husband Hap worked in the procurement area of FEMA. Even though he and Ted probably shared a transport into work, they wouldn't have reason to discuss more than the weather.

Following the directions given to her the night before, Terri soon found herself on the doorstep of a home much like her own. Her mission was a simple one: to find out how other married couples lived behind closed doors. And to discover how much she'd have to change to fit in.

She was surprised when Marissa opened the door wearing only a tight-fitting, strapless black teddy. Petite and shapely, with shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes, she filled out the lingerie well, her large breasts threatening to burst from the low-cut silk. Around her neck she wore a black leather choker, and although her feet were bare, Terri could see a matching pair of high-heels laying on the foyer floor.

"C'mon in," Marissa invited, ushering Terri through the door. "I'm just making a little coffee, if that's OK with you."

"Coffee would be great," Terri said, wondering how they'd gotten their hands on such a precious commodity.

They made small talk while Marissa filled their cups, and then they took a tour of the home. Marissa certainly was a talented decorator, with each room having a theme while still being cozy. Terri hadn't expected to be taken up to the second floor, but willingly followed when her new friend led the way. The first of the three bedrooms was decorated for a little girl. When Terri looked around questioningly, Marissa explained that the Chungs had a 15-year-old daughter, Amy, who was now living with family in Northern Canada, where life was a little less violent. Once things were straightened out in the States, she'd be joining them here. She said it with such conviction that Terri actually believed for a moment that it might come true in their lifetime.

That thought died when they entered the next room. Backdrops hung over all the walls. Lights and camera equipment were strewn about. But what really got Terri's attention were the dozens of pornographic pictures of Marissa that were tacked to a bulletin board. In them she bared every inch of her body, and performed myriad disgusting acts, including some in which she'd shoved her entire fist inside her pussy.

"Hap's into photography, and he likes to take pictures of me," Marissa said without blushing in the least. "As you can see, he's very good. If your husband wants, Hap could probably take some pictures of you for him."

The old Ted would've been shocked at the thought. But the new Ted? Terri shuddered at how he might make her pose.

They headed on to the master bedroom, remarkable not for its king-size bed but for the mirrors on the ceiling and three of the four walls. It gave Terri a feeling of vertigo, seeing so many images of herself. At Terri's questioning gaze, Marissa explained, "Hap's a very visual guy. He likes to see everything. It really turns him on. There's camera's all over the room, and when The General or a soldier comes in here, he likes to tape what they do to me. Then he'll play it, and sometimes have me do the same things to him. But he's the husband. I do what he wants."

Terri was careful to keep a neutral expression on her face, though she wanted to shake the woman and tell her how wrong that was. But was it really wrong in the new scheme of things? She mulled it over as Marissa led her into the basement to see the game room. Once there, she discovered that the games they must play there weren't pool and foosball. Instead, the room was dominated by a giant wooden "X", which had all kinds of rings and straps attached to it. Next to it was an A-frame wooden scaffolding, also adorned with ropes and chains. And on hooks along an entire wall hung a complete collection of whips, dildos and other ghastly-looking bondage paraphernalia. Their game room was a dungeon!

Terri could discern the function of almost all the tools in the dungeon just by looking at them. All but one. "What's this?" she asked, walking over to the half-barrel stuck lengthwise to the floor, with a small post emerging from the curved top.

"Oh, that's my reward," Marissa said somewhat reverently, walking over to lightly trace the round contours with her fingertips. "When I've pleased Hap the best I can, and he's had his fill of me, then he lets me have my reward." She glanced around furtively and said, "I guess I can show you, just for a few seconds, if you promise not to tell anyone."

Terri nodded her head as a promise, and watched as Marissa selected a fat, tall dildo from the rack and slipped it over the peg on the barrel. Slipping the crotch of her teddy aside, she quickly mounted the dildo until her legs gripped the sides of the barrel. "You turn it on over there," she said, motioning to a remote control next to a plush chair. "Just set it at a number and push the button."

Terri picked up the control, set it rather randomly to 5, and pressed the switch. To her amazement, the dildo began rapidly pumping up and down, thrusting itself in and out of Marissa's splayed pussy. She watched as the woman arched her back in pleasure and thrust her chest out, as though it were a real human she was riding. After only a few seconds of pleasure, though, Marissa clambered off and hurried to shut off the equipment. At Terri's questioning look, she quickly replied, "Hap's got cameras everywhere."

Back in the kitchen, Terri waited while Marissa regained her composure and adjusted the teddy so that it covered all of her slit. "Is he watching us now?" she whispered, worried that her quest for information had already been derailed.

"Oh, no, it's not like that. He tapes everything that goes on in the house. He might not even review today's tapes. But I'm not allowed to get off without his permission. And my reward down there is just too tempting. I might spend the whole day down there." She paused to adjust the top of her teddy, giving Terri the opening she needed.

"That doesn't look terribly comfortable," she commented, nodding at Marissa's outfit.

"Oh, I don't wear this all the time," Marissa replied with a smile. Just when Hap's not home. Then I put on my 'Hap's home' clothes."

"Hap's home clothes?"

"Yeah, you know. The clothes your husband wants you to wear around the house when he's home. Unless? Oh, I'm sorry. Does your husband just keep you naked all day?"

"Me? Naked all day? No, no, not at all."

"Well, I know there are still a lot of women who are stuck like that. When Hap first came up with the rule, he wanted me to be naked all day. But after I got sunburned on the tops of my tits while cutting the grass, he decided to do things different. Besides, most of the soldiers like to see women in lacy things, not walking around butt-naked. That's why he has me wear this."

Terri listened intently as Marissa described her clothing regimen. In the morning, while fixing her husband's breakfast, she wore whatever she'd worn the night before, which was usually nothing. He liked his wife to be naked in bed with him. Then, after he left for work, she'd put on a teddy or catsuit, to accentuate her breasts and seduce any soldier that might stop by. Whenever her husband was home, though, she had to wear only a garter belt and stockings; nothing else. He liked her breasts uncovered so that he could feel them any time, and liked the way the garter and stockings framed her pussy, while still giving him the freedom to touch, finger or fuck her without anything being in the way.

He even had special outfits picked out to wear when they were entertaining guests. If a neighbor stopped by, she would wear the garter and hose, but add a pair of frilly panties. He'd leave her tits uncovered, and would often pause in the middle of a conversation to tweak her nipples. For acquaintances, she would wear the teddy. Although, she confided, if another man's wife walked into the house baring her tits or pussy, Hap would immediately order her to bare hers, in order to make them feel welcome. At parties, of course, she followed the prevailing fashion.

"So, basically, you're always, um, available to Hap?" she asked, trying to put it as delicately as possible, and then berating herself for it. After all, she was having coffee with a half-naked woman whom she'd just watched get fucked by a machine in the basement.

"Of course. I do anything he says. And he's got a wild imagination. Sometimes it's hard. That's why you're so lucky."

"I'm lucky?"

"Yes. To have two daughters to help keep your husband happy. I know I have to, but sometimes it's hard to spend the night sucking him off, or being tied up, or even frigging myself so he can watch. Sometimes I'd rather just sleep than get off. That's why you're lucky. There's three of you to keep him happy. So he's not spending all of his time taking his frustrations out on just one of you. And he's not gonna get as jealous as Hap does when the soldiers come to visit. I swear, he wants me to attract them so we get extra food and stuff. But when I do get one between my legs in the afternoon, he spends most of the night punishing me for being a slut.

"He punishes you?" Terri inquired, trying to keep her voice casual.

"Well, I'm sure he doesn't consider it punishment. When he gets home, the first thing I do is show him the warehouse chit that the soldiers give out when they've had a good time. He's happy about that, of course, especially if the guy's checked the box that says we can pick out what we want, up to a certain amount. But then he starts to get dark about it. First he'll make me sit on his lap and give him all the details. How did I approach him? Did I suck him? Did I lick him? How big was his cock? Did he go for my tits first? My ass? My pussy? All the while he'll be feeling me out, his touch getting rougher and rougher the more I tell him. Usually when I get to the part where the guy's inside me, he's got his fingers stuffed in my pussy and he's calling me a slut and a whore and a pussy bitch.

"By then his mood is real dark, and he usually takes me down to the game room. He always makes me strip off my clothes and kneel before him, swearing that every inch of my body belongs to him. He has this thing, then, where I show that he's the master. Like kissing his feet. And his cock. And his hands. Until he knows that I know that he's the only one in charge. From there he might take me to his video room and make me watch the tape of me fucking the soldier, and tell him what it felt like. Or if the soldier showed a lot of interest in my tits, he might tie me to the rack and fool with my tits for a while. You know, pinch them or clamp them or whip them with the crop.

"Then, after he gets that out of his system, he'll just fuck the crap out of me. He likes to do me in the ass on days like that. I guess it makes him feel like he really owns me. That's probably why he cums all over me, too. Sometimes that breaks his mood and we just go to bed like nothing happened. Sometimes, though, he never gets over his mean feeling. Then he makes me go to bed without cleaning up, so his cum just dries wherever he shot it. I don't know how many times I've woken up in the morning all sticky with his cum."

"Hmmm. It doesn't sound like you're too happy," Terri ventured.

"I guess it depends on what you mean by 'happy.' I've got food, a roof and a man to protect me. I'm not tied to a bed and getting gangbanged every night. I'm not living off a piece of bread and a glass of water. It's like Joyce down the street says: "Better he's between my legs than between some other slut's." So am I happy? Well, it's not like it was. But if I have to suck him all night to be safe, well I'm gonna suck him. Who wouldn't?"

Terri excused herself. She had a lot of stuff to do with the girls. And not a lot of time to get it done.