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{ASS} Unintended Consequences Complete {Davis} (FF, FFM, MMMF,
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Unintended Consequences Complete
FF, MF, MMMF, Fdom, Mdom, cuckold, blackmail, anal


This is my first story posted to ASSM.

This is a mixture of truth and fiction at the beginning and
becomes more fictional as the story unfolds.  The first half the
of has posted in several segments.  The new material begins with
Chapter 15.

Please feel free to make comments to me at davis989@hushmail.com



by: Davis


INTRODUCTION

It all started with a Christmas Card. An old high school friend
sent us a family photo at Christmas last year. My wife took one
look at Kathy and said, "Damn, she still looks good!" I took one
look at the photograph, I had to admit that my wife was right.
Kathy looked as good as ever.

We had all grown up together. Jane, my wife, and I had been best
friends since we were 9. We were 31 then and had been happily
married for 14 years. Our relationship was one of complete trust.
Neither of us had any secrets, we had known each other too long.
She knew all of my old girlfriends (Hell, she had set me up with
most of them) and I knew all of her old boyfriends. Having been
close friends during those awkward teenage dating years, we
talked openly about people we now found attractive. That is for
everyone but Kathy.

Kathy was different. She is the only girl that has ever compared
to Jane. She is "that" girl. Every guy has one. She is what might
have been. The one girl you can never forget. Not because you
regret what you have, but because she is the unknown, the
fantasy. Seeing her in that picture again, after nearly decade,
and hearing my wife's commentary on her beauty brought back a
flood of schoolboy dreams that had never truly gone away. The
remarkable thing is that Jane knew that all along.

Jane and I met when my family moved to Florida. My father is a
preacher. When I was 9, he accepted a job preaching for the
church where Jane's family attended.  For the next 8 years Jane
and I were inseparable. Many other friends moved in and out of
our lives, but our friendship never faltered. Every time she made
a new female friend, it wasn't long until I dated her. We have
often joked that the reason we ended up together was that she ran
out of friends and had to date me herself.

I still remember the day our friendship changed forever. The date
was August 23, 1987. It was a Sunday afternoon. We were both 16
years old. I drove her back to my house after church that
morning. That was nothing unusual, we often spent Sunday
afternoon together. I guess my parents had gone out to eat that
day because we had the house to ourselves. Again, there was
nothing special about that. We had spent so much time together in
last few years that neither of our parents took a second thought
about leaving us alone together. The afternoon started like so
many before it. I was watching the USA play Brazil in basketball
in the Pan-Am games (we lost that game btw). Jane was relaxing on
the couch. We started rough housing like we had always done. I
probably started it. And I am sure that I started by tickling
her. But even that day, it was never in my conscience mind to try
anything at all with her. Somehow in our playing, we ended up
lying on the floor with Jane on top. What happened next has been
on going argument for 15 years. I say she kissed me and she says
I kissed her.

Truth is, it doesn't matter. Aside from being my best friend, she
was a beautiful young lady. I have always fallen for the same
kind of girl. I like women who are short, with dark hair and
complexion and curvy. Jane was all of those things. She was just
an inch or two over 5 feet and weighed about 115lbs. She was half
Puerto Rican and living in South Florida her skin was always a
golden brown. Her flowing dark brown hair and deep dark eyes
completed that fiery look that always gets me. But it was her
curves that had always captivated me. Growing up she had always
had breasts developed well past her age. At 16, she wore a 34D
bra. On her frame, they were stunning. Our friendship had never
hidden her beauty from my eyes. So as we lay on the floor and I
saw that look in her eyes, it didn't matter who acted first. That
first kiss was electric. It was not the first kiss of two nervous
teens that had just met. But it was a kiss 8 years in the making.
It was the first kiss of true love and life-long friendship and
commitment. We both knew it.

That first time together was wonderful. Years of trust meant that
none of anxiety and fear of rejection hindered us. We didn't make
love that day, but the freedom we gave each other to explore the
other's body left no doubt that that day was coming soon. She
wore a sleeveless, pink dress that buttoned all the way down the
front with large buttons. It was long, reaching closer to her
ankles than her knees (we had just come from church after all).
Quickly after our tongues began filling each other's mouths in
that first kiss, I began to slip each of those large pink buttons
from its hole. As her dress opened and her bra came in to my
sight for the first time, her hands also began moving under my
clothing. She unbuttoned the dress shirt I had worn to worship.
Her bra came next. It clasped in the front so removing it was a
simple quick flick of the clasp and her breasts were free. There
they were more incredible than I had ever imagined. Their shape
was perfect. They weren't sagging, nor were they the kind that
slopes down and turns up at the nipple. They were perfect mounds.
Her nipples were the kind I liked.  They stood straight-out. The
aureoles encircled each nipple tightly. I was in heaven. I was
with the best friend I had ever had, the one with whom I knew I
would be spending the rest of my life and her body was the body
of my dreams. Eagerly, I began to caress and suck on her tits.
She also was continuing to explore my waiting body. No girl had
ever touched my cock before. But it felted like my dick was meant
to be in her hand when she opened my pants and slid her hand
under my waistband. We lay there kissing and stroking for several
minutes before moving to my bedroom. Once in bed, our clothing
was removed a little more and the heaving petting grew more
intense. Just moments before my parents walked in the door, her
stroking of my cock made me cum for her for the first time. My
friend was becoming my lover.

We saw each other daily after that. Our intimate sessions grew
more passionate. Before long, most of our time alone was spent
naked in her bed. At the beginning, our encounters ended when her
hand-job caused me to cum. I began to finger her pussy some. She
countered by giving me my first blowjob. All of this could lead
to only one place. And on April 7, 1988, it did. We were on her
bed as we had been so often. She was top and slowly guided by
throbbing cock into her virgin pussy. I wish I could tell you
that the sex was great but after 15 years of learning her body,
her desires, and her secrets, I am embarrassed at what we thought
good sex was. I couldn't have lasted more than a moment or two
until I sprayed her cunt for the first time. I had never popped a
cherry and the amount of blood startled me. I'm glad my first
time was with her. We were two young virgins growing up together.

We were also addicted and naive. We fucked almost daily. But
never stopped to think about the consequences. The inevitable
happened. By late May, she was pregnant. On August 23, 1988, one
year to the day from our first kiss, we were married.

Kathy entered my life when I was about 14. She was almost 16.  I
met her at a softball game. From the first moment I saw her,
friendship was not an option. Like Jane she was exactly my type.
She was about Jane's height and weight. And like Jane she was
dark and curvy. I didn't find out much later, but her bra size
was identical to Jane's. She was Hawaiian and so had dark brown
hair and eyes. There was one difference between them. Kathy was
an athlete. She played basketball and volleyball in high school.
Her body was harder than Jane's was. This gave her the best
looking ass I have ever seen in a pair of jeans to this day.
Kathy immediately became the infatuation of my life.  I spent as
much time as I could with her. We got along great. But no romance
ever grew. I never knew why. Maybe I just wasn't what she wanted.
Maybe it was that she was 18 months older than I was, which is a
big deal in high school.  Kathy went off to college and my
opportunity was gone. I never really got over her. She was just
gone and I had to move on.

Enter Jane. Its not that she was my second choice, but that I
never considered her. I knew she was gorgeous. But she was my
friend. The truth is. I would have always chosen Jane over Kathy.
But I never forgot Kathy.

The years passed. Jane and I had three kids. We lost contact with
Kathy. Despite my past indiscretions, I followed in my father's
footsteps and became a preacher. That decision as you will see
has a great impact on how my story unfolds.

 CHAPTER 1

So seeing Kathy's picture on that card was the first time I had
seen her in 10 years. Like a Pavlovian dog longings of long ago
came flooding back. To make matters worse, my wife placed the
card on our refrigerator. Every day, there she was sitting there
smiling, standing beside her husband. She was never far from my
mind. And in my mind only is where she would have stayed if Jane
hadn't stepped in and handed her to me.

Six months passed. Kathy's Christmas card was still stuck on our
fridge. The way things have turned out, I wonder if Jane did that
intentionally to keep Kathy on my mind. In June, we received an
invitation to an informal reunion of a number of our old friends
with whom we grew up in Florida. Jane and I attended. So did
Kathy.

The day went well. There were about 10-15 old friends from
Florida, a few spouses, and a handful of young children. It was
enjoyable seeing these friends after almost 15 years apart.

But Kathy was the center of attraction for me. The picture had
not shown her true beauty. She was now 33. Her youthful features
were still stunning. Her tits were full and firm. Her figure was
athletic and curvy. And that ass, the subject of countless
dreams, showed it was worthy of as much worship as ever. There
was something different however. She used to have such a spark
about her. She would laugh and flirt. Her eyes sparkled - but not
now.

Jane must have noticed this change also. Not long after we
arrived she and Kathy went off in a corner and began talking. She
found out that Kathy and her husband were having problems. Kathy
pulled up her sleeve and showed Jane the bruises left from their
last fight. The more they talked the shakier Kathy got. Having an
old friend to lean on helped Kathy let go of hurt she had been
holding on to for a long time.

As the day came to an end, Jane approached me, "Davis, I'm
worried about her. She needs a friend right now. The least we can
do is drive her home. She only lives a couple of hours from here
and its not far out of our way. She pretty depressed and
shouldn't be driving."

"No problem, babe," I replied, "You drive her car and I'll follow
you two.''

About halfway to Kathy's, my phone rang. It was my wife. "Honey,
Kathy just got off the phone with her husband. They had another
fight. He sounded violent and told her not to come home. I think
we should take her home with us. Ok?"

"Whatever you think is best is fine with me," I answered.

We arrived at my house about 3 hours later. Kathy looked
horrible. She must have cried the entire 4-hour trip home. The
girls got comfortable in the living room and continued their
talk. I saw quickly that this was a girl's only session and
excused myself. I drifted off to sleep hurting for an old friend
and without thought that an old dream was about to come true.
 CHAPTER 2

My wife awakened me the next morning. She was sitting on the bed,
slowing stroking my stiff cock. "Good morning, looks like you're
up for a good fuck," were her first words to me. While I went
through my morning struggle to wake up (Even with my dick in her
hands, I hate mornings), she lowered her mouth to the head of my
dick and gently began to encase my member in her mouth. Jane has
always been an eager cocksucker and after 15 years of blowjobs,
she is exquisite with my dick in her mouth. The feel of my penis
slipping in and out of her mouth, her tongue carefully wrapping
around the tip, and her hand gripping the shaft quickly had me
out of my morning stupor and my cock throbbing for her pussy. As
she worked my cock like a skilled craftsman with her favorite
tool, my breathing quickened, muscles tensed, my balls began to
swell and draw up. She brought me to orgasm so many times, she
had seen this all before. She knew exactly when to stop to get
the maximum effect. And she did. Right as I about to fill her
well-deserving mouth with my morning load, she pulled of my dick.
She looked up at me with her sexiest playful face and said,
"Babe, I have something I need you to do."

With a sly grin on my lips, I thought, "this woman is pure evil."
She knew I rarely told her "no," about anything. In my present
state, she knew I'd give her absolutely anything. My mind was
racing. What could she possibly want? Jane hates being
manipulated and so never does something like this unless she
already knows I'm going to like her request. Her face showed the
playfulness that I expected to come with her requests made as I
am under duress. Yet, there was a seriousness and uncertainty in
her eyes. I could not remember seeing such a genuine fear of
rejection in her for a very long time. With my mind still
searching for the reason for her nervous state, I said in my best
casual voice, "Sure, whatever you want."

What she said next left me speechless; "I want you to sleep with
Kathy." I lay there stunned. She took this pause to press her
body against mine and nuzzle her face against my neck. This pose
is one she often takes when feeling insecure or needy. I knew
this was no joke. Jane was asking me to fuck another woman. My
silence lingered.

Jane spoke again. Her voice shaky and her breath heavy against my
neck, "Davis, she's hurting and its killing me. Her husband
abuses her. He's breaking her spirit. They haven't had sex in
months and when they did it was closer to rape than love. She
needs some tenderness. I know you'll give her that and I want to
help her."

She paused for a moment waiting for a response I wasn't ready to
give. She spoke again, "Beside I know you still think about her.
You get nervous every time we talk about her. I saw your eyes
when I showed her picture to you. I've even heard you say her
name in your sleep. She needs you and you want her. Let me give
you both something."

Finally, I spoke, "You're serious?"

She nodded.

"Have you asked her?"

"Yes. We talked about sex a lot last night. I told her what a
great lover you are -- how concerned you are that I am satisfied.
She began telling me how she has never had that. So, I asked if
she would like to. She tried to hide her reaction, but I saw her
eyes light up. She was hesitant at first, but once I convinced
her I was serious she said yes.  We kept talking about it and she
is excited about it. I am too. She's yours if you want her. So?"

"You'll have to give me a minute," I said. As I thought about
what my wife had just said a flood of emotions and thoughts came
to me. She was right I did want Kathy. But bedding another woman
was something I never considered for more than a passing fantasy.
Jane was and is a beautiful woman. She has always been an
adventurous and enthusiastic lover. My life is full with her
alone.  There was no way that I was going to accept this offer if
it would hurt my marriage. But the man in me was looking for a
way to have my proverbial cake and eat it too.

 My wife stayed snuggled up beside me, her hand still slowly
stroking me erect penis. A thought began to form in my head.

'I'll do it," I said, ''with a couple of conditions. First, you
have to fuck her first."

I have never had any serious fantasies about Jane with another
woman and I am sure she has not either. But it made perfect
sense. It allowed me accept her offer but put the choice back on
her. If she were truly serious about this she would have to
"cheat" first and cross a sexual line never crossed before. I
really expected her to end the conversation at that point. Her
reaction shocked me.

"Define 'fuck'."

"I mean I'll do anything to her that you do. If you kiss her, so
will I. If you suck her tits, so will I. If you eat her out and
finger her, I'll eat and fuck her. Whatever the two of you do,
the two of us will do. It I'm going to step outside our marriage,
you're coming with me."

"I'll have to talk to her first. What's the other condition?"

"Second, I cum with you only. This is for her pleasure not mine.
Orgasms are very intimate and selfish events. Mine belong to you
alone. I'll screw her any and every way she wants, but I cum with
you."

"Ok. I can live with the second condition. Let me go downstairs
and talk with her about the first. Give us 30 minutes to talk it
over. Then come down and we'll see."

It was a long wait. I showered and dressed. When the time was
over I began my descent. I still thought nothing was going to
happen. Despite my wife's matter of fact reaction to condition
#1, the odds still seemed long to me. These were two proper
ladies. They were two "Christian" women discussing sharing a
husband and a lesbian affair. To do this thing would violate so
many beliefs that the three of us shared. Yes, long odds indeed.
But then I never have been much of a betting man.

When I entered the living room they were sitting on opposite ends
of the couch. My wife patted the center cushion and I sat between
them.

Jane spoke first. "Well, we've talked. Neither of us is real
thrilled about your first condition, but if that is what it
takes, we'll do it."

I was floored.  Again, I sat dumbfounded. A nervous silence fell
over the group. We sat for a moment, trying to avoid eye contact
with each other.

Jane took the initiative again. "What now?"

"I guess that's up to the two of you," I replied.

With that Jane stood up and extended a hand to Kathy. Slowly
Kathy reached up, took Jane's hand and the two stood face to
face. They started to walk out of the room.

"Hey where ya going?"

"To the bedroom of course," was Jane's answer.

So I stood up and began to follow them. Jane and Kathy looked
surprised at this. "I have to see what the two of you do so I'll
know how far Kathy and I need to go." That seemed satisfy them.
They entered the bedroom with me close behind.

I took a seat in a chair we keep in the bedroom. The two girls
stood at the foot of the bed facing each other holding both
hands.

They stood motionless for sometime. They were trying to summon
the courage to cross a line neither had approached before. In
unison each released one hand and moved it to the other's cheek.
They stroked each other's face tenderly for a brief moment. Jane
began to stroke Kathy's hair. I could see the tension begin to
lessen. They were staring deeply in each other's eyes. Again,
Jane acted first. She wrapped her hands around Kathy's face and
gradually moved their faces closer together. She paused when
their lips were almost touching. She waited for a sign. With an
almost imperceptible tilt of her head, Kathy told her she was
ready for their first kiss.

The first touch of their lips lasted but an instant. Startled by
the feel of another woman's lips, they both pulled back. The
second touch was truly a kiss. Their lips began to shine as the
kissing moistened them. They wrapped their arms around each other
and began to slide hands up and down their backs. The kissing
grew more intense. I saw mouths begin to open and the first
appearance of tongues. Everything paused for a moment when their
tongues met for the first time. But once they accepted this new
sensation a new urgency could be seen in their foreplay.

Watching my wife's first intimate touches with another woman, I
realized how new this was for her. Not only that it was with a
woman, but also that she wasn't kissing me. She had not known the
excitement of the unknown for 15 years. I then realized it was my
turn next. At that moment my dick was ready to explode. Combined
with Jane's morning tease, the scene before me left me as excited
I have ever been.

A pause in the kissing brought my attention back to the girls.
They stepped back from kissing. For the first time, I saw Kathy
act first. She slid her hands down the front of Jane's shirt. She
paused briefly to explore the shape of her tits through her
shirt. Then  more quickly, her hands began to pull my wife's
shirt out from her jeans. With Jane's shirttail loose, Kathy slid
her hands up around her back. She kept moving her hands upward
until Jane's shirt was bunched around her neck.

A second later, my wife raised her arms and her shirt was
removed. Kathy quickly began to rub and kiss the newly exposed
flesh. Her neck was covered by lips. Kathy fingers began to knead
her flesh of her tits through the thin fabric of her bra. A small
moan escaped Jane's lips. Kathy's tongue traced a line from my
wife's sensitive neck, down through the valley of her swelling
breasts, continuing down to her navel, and the tops of her jeans.
With one hand cupping Jane's ass, Kathy used the other to
unbutton and unzip the jeans preventing from going lower. Jane's
jeans were now opened and being slid past her well-rounded hips.
	
Lifting one foot then the other, my wife stood nearly naked
before her new lover. Jane almost always wears thongs. That day
was no different. She was quickly spun around as Kathy felt her
bare ass cheeks. Still kneeling, Kathy face was even with Jane's
shapely ass. She devoured it in her mouth.  Her hands kept
roaming over my wife's body. Finding the clasp to her bra, it was
opened. Jane let it fall to the floor.  With her mouth never
leaving Jane's ass, Kathy tugged on the waistband of Jane's
thong. An instant later, she was naked.

As she turned her exposed back around. They spoke for the first
time. Kathy says, "You are so sexy. I could stay here all day
looking at you."

"Not like that you can't. Strip for me. " Jane ordered.

Eagerly, Kathy began shedding her clothes.  At this point her
back was to me. I saw her blouse open and fall to the floor. Her
hands came around her back and her bra strap fell loose. Jane's
eyes opened wide in admiration as the discarded bra fell to the
floor. Kathy's pants came next. Then one wish was fulfilled as
she rose from dropping her panties; I finally set eyes or her
flawless ass.

Moving to the bed, these two naked beauties began their love
making in earnest. And they were beautiful. Apart from these two
ladies, I had never seriously considered a sexual relationship
with anyone. Lying naked on my bed, I saw the subjects of every
meaningful fantasy of my life. I had known them both for nearly
two decades, and their beauty had not diminished. These were
beautiful, confident, mature women, sexy in a way that no
18-year-old could ever know.

The kissing started again. Jane was laid on her back. I could see
Kathy's tongue probing into Jane's mouth. Her fingers squeezing
her nipples. Kathy slid off to her side. And began sucking on
Jane's neck. That always drives my wife crazy. Kathy played with
her breasts with one hand. The other was caressing Jane's
stomach. In big circles Kathy moved her fingertips from her
abdomen to her upper thighs. The circles grew smaller. Jane knew
where this hand was going.

She spread her legs. Kathy's nails scraped across her trimmed
bush. She cupped Jane's cunt in her hand. They stopped moving.
Their eyes lock. Gently, Kathy's middle finger pushed against her
outer lips. It met no resistance. Jane was already moist. Without
a sound, her finger entered her pussy. The base of her finger
pressed against the hood of Jane's clit.  Jane's hips rose to
meet the intruding hand. Jane's pussy was finger fucked while
they locked in another passionate kiss.

Kathy moved again and positioned herself between her lover's
legs. Her mouth descended. Her tongue wormed its way into the
swollen folds of the offered pussy. It flicked across the nub of
Jane's clit. My baby responded immediately. She loves to have her
clit licked hard and fast. Her hips lifted repeatedly, trying to
force her clit hard against the intruder. Her hands assaulted her
own breasts. She rolled her nipples between her fingers. Kathy's
tongue continued its attack. She inserted one finger, then
another. Jane was close.

Nothing is sexier than a woman on the verge of orgasm. I think I
have never seen my bride sexier than right then. Her skin was
flush. Her breasts were full. Her nipples were swollen and fully
extended. Her mouth hung slightly open and the familiar moans of
her arousal escaped it. She is indeed a beautiful woman.

And it happens.  She tensed. Her stomach twitched. My wife is no
screamer. When she cums her whole body tightens and all the
moaning stops. She is a woman captured in her own body -- unable
to move and speak. I love watching her climax.

They paused for a moment. Kathy slid back up Jane's body and they
lay, face to face, tit to tit, and pussy to pussy. After a minute
of gentle petting and light kissing, Jane whispered, "Your turn."


Kathy was rolled over on her back. Jane lingered for moment
taking in the woman now under her. Her breasts demanded
attention.  Being on her back made her abdomen sink and only
served to highlight the swell of chest. Her breasts were youthful
and firm. She had no tan lines. Her skin was a delicious golden
brown, a tribute to her Polynesian heritage.

Jane literally devoured Kathy. All of the trepidation with which
this encounter began was gone. Her hands, mouth, and tongue
roamed freely and harshly over her lover's waiting body. Jane
reached Kathy's pussy. For I first time, I noticed she is shaved
smooth.  Jane ran her tongue along the smooth skin before sliding
her tongue down to the dripping slit. Jane pulled Kathy's lips
apart and traced her finger up and down a woman's pussy. I never
dreamed I would see this take place. Damn, it's hot.

As the sensations of Jane's teasing of her cunt took hold of
Kathy, I noticed a difference in their arousal. Kathy was a
talker. "Fuck me. Quit teasing me and eat me!"

Jane's fingers spread Kathy wide and her tongue finds its mark.
Her fingers pumped hard in and out of Kathy's tight slit. Kathy
responded with intense moaning, She grabbed Jane by her hair and
pushed her face hard into her. Jane's tongue moved from her clit
and slid in and out of her pussy, fucking her like a nimble
penis.

"Oh yes! Fuck me! You bitch. Lick me faster! Oh God! Bite me!
Bite my clit!"

Jane's teeth struck their victim. Kathy's legs clamped down
around my wife's head. Her body shook. Her screams of pleasure
filled our room.

The two new lovers fell together. They shared in a common
release. I sat silently. For the second time today, I had been
brought to the point of release and been stopped.

I sat proudly, however. Soon I would share my wife's new lover,
the girl I never had. Inwardly, I gloated about how great my plan
is working out. If I had only known where this was leading I
would have stopped it then.
 Chapter 3

The smell of sex hung in the air. The silence was broken by only
deep, restful breathing of two spent lovers. The girls lay
tangled on the bed. Kathy lay flat on her back. Jane's body fit
closely to her side, her right arm and leg resting on Kathy's
body. After day of talking and crying together, a short night's
sleep, and a morning exploring a forbidden world, the two spent
lovers silently drifted off to sleep.

I sat motionless. The two loves of my life laying in each other's
arms, their faces and breasts flush with passion was a sight too
intoxicating to leave and too serene to disturb with words. After
what seemed like an eternity, my emotions shifted. I began to
feel guilt mixed with jealousy. Guilt because I felt like a thief
of their intimacy and jealousy because I could not yet share in
it.  When I was sure they both slept soundly, I left them alone.

I went downstairs and waited. The time passed slowly. My arousal
sparked by Jane's wake-up call and enflamed by the lust satisfied
upstairs continued to burn hot.  Images of Jane and Kathy kept
flashing in my mind. Memories of the sounds they made some
familiar and some new rung in my ears.  I felt like a child
waiting for Christmas day to arrive.  I knew a long awaited
present was coming and the anticipation was frustrating.  The
delay only added to my arousal.  The images of my imagination
adding fuel to the fire.  I often wondered what she looked like.
Well, that I now knew.  But I still fantasized about that first
touch and kiss.  I just knew it would be incredible.  It would be
a memory stored away for a lifetime.

They slept for 4 hours.  I watched every channel on the TV.  I
went to the `fridge so many times I could have told you the every
item in it and its location.  When I finally heard the floor
upstairs creaking I took a sit on the couch a prepared for them
to come down.

Jane appeared first.  Her hair was messy.  Her make-up gone.  She
wore the same white terry-cloth robe she has worn around the
house for years.  I have always thought she looked fantastic in
that robe.  Jane loves to be warm.  She is a Florida girl who has
always hated the cold.  That robe is her blanket.  Whenever she
wears it, it is like she is curled up inside a warm blanket. 
Right then was no different.  She had that freshly sexed look as
she pulled the collar of her robe around her neck.  Her sleepy
eyes and sly smile took the story of her morning.  I couldn't
help but think what a sexy and remarkable woman she was.

Kathy was just a step behind her.  She had no cozy robe to wear.
She must have gone through my wife's draws.  She came out wearing
a piece of lingerie I have seen many times.  It was one of my
favorites.  A simple light green, silk chemise. It hung just
below her ass.  It is not sexy in a "slutty" kind of way. Its
delicate material just hangs loose where it should and clings
where it should.  It is the kind of garment that accentuates all
the best parts of a woman without giving everything she has. 
Kathy wore it well.   Her breasts filled the low-cut top well. 
Her nipples pushed on the silk ever so slightly.  Below it, her
legs flowed out.  They were still firm and muscular, but just
enough so.  Her look was different than Jane's.  Her eyes
sparkled.  She looked much more like the bubbly, flirtatious teen
I had known years before.  She was a touch nervous as she
approached.  I have to admit I was too.

As she sat down, I couldn't help but stare at her arm.  Just
above her elbow on her left arm, there it was.  The deep, dark
bruise Jane had told me about as she asked about driving Kathy
home.  The bruise was clear.  There were distinct impressions of
each finger that had clutched this arm not long ago.  It wasn't
right.  No woman deserved to be treated like this.  Kathy
deserved it even less.  She had always been a kind and
gentlewoman.  I did not know this man.  At the moment, I could
not even recall his name, but I knew Kathy was too good for him.
I knew she needed a better life.

I also knew she was vulnerable.  She had needs, emotional and
physical, in her life that were going unmet.  She would be
reaching out to someone or something to fill them.  If I had
taken the time to think this through it might have changed what I
did next.  In my work, I had counseled with enough couples to see
it happen.  In my case, being a man, the wife would often
gravitate toward me.  She would see me at my best, saying all the
right things to her husband - all the things she had always
wanted to say.  She never got the chance to see me at my worst. 
She never got to see me ignoring all of those same things when
they came out of Jane's mouth.  Counseling can be dangerous. 
Needy people come to you.  Needy people are easily swayed and
manipulated.  Why I didn't see this clearly with Kathy, I don't
know.

No, that's not true. I did see it. I just didn't care.  It's not
right.  It's just what I did.  Little of what happens in my tale
is "right" by the belief system I hold, but people, even good
people, don't always do what's "right."  And no matter what moral
code we choose to live by, it's the times that we stray from that
code that our lives turn upside down.  I had already been an
accomplice to my wife's leaving that code, and now I was about to
join her.

Internal conflicts or not, I was going to have Kathy.  She sat
cross-legged on the couch between Jane and I.  And just as
earlier in the day, an awkward silence grew.  How exactly to
initiate sex with another woman in front of your wife was not
something I had ever considered before.  But again, just as
earlier in the day, Jane broke the silence, "Well, now it's your
turn.  She's a great fuck.  Have fun."

Not the most romantic or glamorous way to begin sex, but my wife
seemed to be enjoying her frankness.  So I took Kathy by the hand
and began to march her back to the bedroom.  This time there was
no conversation, we both knew Jane was following us.  Back in the
bedroom, I saw the bed had been made.  The girls had put on some
romantic music.  The lights were dimmed.

Standing before such a beautiful creature, I felt like a teenager
again.  Never in the last 15 years had I worried about pleasing a
woman.  Never had I worried about any aspect of sex.  I guess
some people complain about marital sex becoming boring and
predicable.  I have never understood that.  Sex is such a complex
event.  It's a symphony of love and life.  Those early days of
sex with Jane were wonderful because it was new, but the symphony
was unpracticed and rough.  Now, we know each other.  We know
each other's bodies, our likes and dislikes, and our moods.  Each
session together is the product of an orchestra's 15 years of
training together.  What stood before me was not that.  It was
the unknown.  I knew this would be wonderful, but still short of
what it could be.

Earlier in the day, Jane had told her I was a great lover.  The
way many men seem to think, there is no way she could be right. 
I'm not a large man by any measurement.  I stand about 5' 9" tall
and weight about 155 lbs.  My penis fully erect is only 7 inches.
I suppose most women would choose a larger penis over a smaller
penis in most cases.  Yet, I am convinced that the way into a
girl's heart is not through penis size.  Most women seek to be
secure in a relationship.  Show a lady that what we desire most
is the best for her and she'll open up like a fresh flower.  I
think that is true in even the shortest of relationships, but
truly comes to life the longer two people stay together.  If I'm
a great lover, it is that way.  My marriage to Jane has taught me
patience.  A good, hard, quick fuck is fun occasionally.  But
give that to a woman often, and she'll never relax with you.  A
woman's heart and trust is won, not by jamming a 14'' cock into
her over and over.  Its won by filling her both emotional and
physical.  In the bed, that is a learned skill.  It often means
doing things to her that have nothing to do with your orgasm or
hers.  It means lingering over the moment longer than you would
alone.  Guys who pound their ladies quickly and roll over to
sleep are missing out on the richest treasures, which lay deep
within them.  Help a woman to trust you, and she'll show you
things about her that you've never known existed.

That's what Kathy needed.  She had never known that with any man.
 That was even truer about her husband.  He tried to claim her by
force and she had closed up on him.  Maybe it was our past
together and the way I approached back then, maybe it was her
trust in Jane's testimony about me, or maybe it was the effect of
the high she had felt earlier in the day, but Kathy seemed open.
She seemed ready to trust again.  It was my job not to betray
her.

With hesitant hands, I reached out her held her by the shoulders.
 I stroked her arms.  Her skin was smooth.  I felt the tone of
her muscles under each fingertip.  I moved to her neck and
cheeks.  She turned her face to my touch.  My hands moved to her
shoulder-length dark brown hair.  As I passed my hands through
her locks, her eyes closed and a soft moan escaped her lips.  My
hands moved back to her shoulders.  With a single motion, each of
my hands took one the thin green straps of her garment and slid
it down to her arms.  She moved her arms slightly and the straps
fall off down below her elbows.  She raised her arms out of the
straps and the chemise bunched at her rounded hips.

For the second time that day, my eyes fixed on her breasts.  I
wasted no time in holding them.  I passed the flesh under my
fingers.  The nipples rested in the palms of my hands.  I stayed
there for a moment and took in their weight and firmness. I felt
her nipples press harder and harder against the inside of my
hands.  They were everything I had ever imagined.

During this pause, her hands reached out and slid under my shirt.
Her caress was electric against my skin.  She slide her hands up
my chest and lightly pinched my nipples.  Her hands pushed my
shirt higher.  Reluctantly, I took my hands from her chest and
she pulled my shirt over my head.  Free, I took her breast again.
 This time, one in my hand and the other in my mouth.  I sucked
over the whole of her breast and finished on her nipple.  Sucking
it out until it reached its full length.  I switched breasts. She
unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my boxers down in one
motion.

I stood frozen again.  This was the first time I had been naked
in front of another woman since I got married.  My dick stood
swollen and erect.  Her eyes gazed down at me without blinking. 
Her hand grasped my shaft and squeezed upward.  She milked a drop
of pre-cum from my head.  It landed on her wrists.   She licked
her wrist dry and pushed me to the bed.

As she moved over to me, her garment fell past her hips to the
floor.  I closed my eyes and felt warmth around my cock. 
Rhythmically, she slid her mouth up and down.  Her tongue worked
feverishly along the bottom side of cock.  The sensation was
wonderful.  I opened my eyes watched her lips press against me. 
I saw her cheeks fill and empty as I moved through her extended
lips.

Her eyes caught my watching.  She slid up my body and we embraced
and locked in our first long kiss.  My tongue quickly filled her
mouth.  She pushed hers back into my.  Hands were seeking new
flesh to grab and take possession of.  We rolled over.  I took
her left breast briefly as I moved down her torso.  I made it to
her flat stomach and down the shaven skin of her pubic area. 
Below were the lips of her sweet, inviting pussy.  I lightly
grazed my finger up and down the narrow slit.  Her breathing was
raspy and short.  Very shallow at first, but growing deeper each
time, I inserted my finger insider her.  The walls of her vagina
were slick with moisture.  The smell of her sex was invigorating
as it grew.  My tongue licked the same path my finger started. 
Up and down her cunt it moved.  She tasted fresh and sweet. 
Slowly my fingers spread her lips and sought her clit.  My tongue
followed closely behind.  I licked and sucked on that precious
protrusion of flesh.  She responded quickly - too quickly.  I
slowed my tempo and she relaxed.  We repeated that process over
and again. I saw the sweat build on her body.  The sheets behind
my dick were wet from the pre-cum oozing from my penis.  Her
chest and face were flush again as she was with Jane earlier in
the morning.

She gasped, " I want it now.  I want to feel you inside me. 
Please fuck me now!"

I rose and moved my cock to her opening.  I slid in the moistened
hole.  She was tight.  She moaned in pleasure and moved her hips
and ground her clit against me.  Our fucking found a smooth
rhythm and then we began to move faster and faster - in and out.
I heard her moans and the slap of our bodies together.  I watched
as my cock disappeared over and over into her graceful body.

Suddenly, she rolled us over and took the top position.  She
pressed down hard against me.  My cock was ready to explode.  She
ground her clit against my pelvic bone.  She screamed, "Oh God,
yes, yes!  Fuck me!"

She tensed.  Her body began twitching.  I felt her legs press
tightly against my sides.  In a moment, she relaxed and fell down
on top of me.

She lay there for a time and then I slid out from underneath her.
 My cock was still hard and throbbing for a release to be found
in the only home it had known before today.  Kathy lay on her
stomach.  I slid in behind her and enter her from behind. 
Gently, I slowly fucked her.  I leaned forward and massaged her
back and kiss along her neck.  Within minutes she drifted off to
sleep again.

The first time with Kathy was everything I dreamed.  She was an
angel.  Her body was a glorious experience.  Her spirit and
energy a refreshing encounter.  As I climbed off the bed, I gazed
into the eyes of my bride.  They were happy eyes.  I was relieved
at that.  We embraced briefly and walked out of the room
together.

My cock was still hard and wet from Kathy.  Jane bent down just
after closing the bedroom door behind us.  She took me into her
mouth and sucked off all the juices our new lover had left
behind.  I was eager to cum and glad for my wife's attentions
now.  But as quickly as she had started, she stopped.  She gave
me a wicked look as she stood, "I think I'll just let you stay
like that for now."  And she did to.  The day ended and I still
had found no relief.  Well, there is always tomorrow, or so I
thought.


 CHAPTER 4

The next morning came.  That day I woke up, not to the warmth of
Jane's lips, but to the annoying buzz of an alarm clock.  I had
to return to work and so did Jane.  For Kathy that meant a return
home - a return back to a very dark place.  She would probably be
punished for not coming home last night or for coming home today,
whichever her husband chose.

She had slept snuggled between Jane and I that night.  She slept
well.  We all arose together and got ready for our separate days.
 We came together again around the breakfast table.  Kathy
started the conversation; "I just want to thank you guys for
yesterday.  I haven't felt that way for a very long time.  I
can't begin to tell you how special it made me feel that after 10
years; you would just welcome me in and share yourselves so
completely with me.  Jane, I never expected to be with a woman. 
But thank you for making it so nice.  You have always been a
beautiful lady and you still are.  Davis, I'm not sure what to
say, other than thanks.  You're much different than Rick and
that's nice.  I felt special yesterday in your arms.  I needed
that.  I just wish I could stay longer.  There's going to be hell
to pay when I get home."

"Why go home then?" I asked.

"I can't leave him.  He's my husband.  I made a promise to stay
with him `til death parts us and I'm going to honor it," was her
reply.

"It might be your death," Jane said grimly.

"I'll be careful guys.  I can take of myself with him.  I'll keep
in touch."

With that we finished breakfast.  We made small talk for a while.
 Kathy gave us both a hug a kiss and she drove away to the fate
waiting for her.  Jane and I watched until she pulled around the
corner and out of our sight.  We both finished getting ready for
work.  We pulled out of the driveway together.  We turn our
separate ways as we left our sub-division.

I arrived at my office at around 9:00 AM.  My secretary, Lisa,
was already there.  Lisa was a younger version of most church
secretaries.  Most that I have seen (the good ones anyway) were
kind, efficient women, but with an apparent inward strength. 
Churches typically rob from these women.  After all, they are
usually members of the church and will work for wages that are
laughable in business world.  They receive little financial
benefit and not much more appreciation.  It takes a special kind
of person to fill that role well.  Lisa was just that.  She was
near my age, 32.  She was no stunning beauty. Jane and Kathy were
far more attractive.  But she was pretty in a plain,
girl-next-door kind of way. She was taller than the two ladies I
was with the day before were - about 5' 4".  She had a trim
build.  She weighed about 115 lbs., I guessed.  She had small
breasts.  They were a small B cup.  Her hair was a light brown to
a dirty blonde.  Overall, she was not the girl of fantasies, but
more than nice enough to keep a husband happy.

I walked in and she gave me her usual cheerful, "Good morning." 
I responded in kind.  She caught me up on the office business
before I headed off to my office and the day's work.  The day
went along as usual as any other.  I couldn't help but be
distracted by the events of yesterday and often found myself
unable to get up from my desk because of the hard on hiding
underneath.  In every other way, it was just a normal day at the
office.

That is until about 3:00 PM.  Lisa was just gathering her things
to leave for the day.  I heard a disturbance through my door. 
There was a very agitated woman in the outer office.  I thought
the voice was familiar, but it was muffled through the walls and
I couldn't place it.  Lisa is very good at catching these things
before they make it back to me, so I left it alone for a few
moments, thinking she had everything under control.  But the
noise continued and curiosity got the better of me.  I opened my
door and looked outside.  Lisa saw me first and turned to explain
what this woman wanted.  But before she could get a word out the
lady cried, "Oh Davis, I so glad you're here.  I didn't know
where else to go!"

It was Kathy.  She again looked frazzled.  I nodded to Lisa. 
Kathy came back to my office.  Lisa did what she was supposed to.
 Even though her hours were over, she stayed.  She always did
whenever a woman came to my office alone.  And I have always been
glad for it.  Too many men have been ruined in my line of work
from the accusation of a spurned woman.  Lisa's presence was my
protection.  It had always worked well until that day.  If she
had just left, then my life might not have turned out the way it
did.  No, she stayed.  It takes a special kind of person to do
her work.  She's perfect for the job.  She was too faithful, too
diligent to leave.  And so she stayed.

Kathy entered my office with tears in her eyes.  She had been
crying for awhile.  Her eyes were swollen and red.  She held in
her hand a note.  It was crumpled and stained with tears.  I knew
it must be the cause of her problems.  Without a word she handed
it to me.  It read,

"Kathy, you're fucking bitch and a whore.  I don't know where you
went last night and I don't care.  But since you stayed a way
last night, I'm gone to.  I'm gonna go find me some nice pussy
without all your problems and fuck it hard.  I'll be home in a
few days and we'll settle this once and for all.  You're my
bitch!  And you'll do what I say.

Rick"	


As I finished reading it, she broke down.  She started yelling
out and crying, "What am I going to do?  I was wrong.  I am
scared of him.  Why can't he be more like you!  Why is everything
always `fuck this' and `fuck that'? With you and Jane it was
different.  I want to be held and loved.  What am I going to do?
I want you to hold me again.  I want to feel you inside me like
last night."

She kept crying out like that for nearly 20 minutes.  Nothing I
did quieted her down.  Believe me I tried.  I have sat in my
office enough to know that sound could pass through these walls.
I had heard Kathy well enough when she was on the outside.  I was
sure that Lisa could hear her now when Kathy was on the inside. 
If anything she was louder now.  I was scared stiff.  She kept on
proclaiming how wonderful her night had been.  How Jane and I had
made her feel so special in bed.  And my secretary was probably
sitting just outside.  I knew I would lose everything because of
this.  I desperately tried to quiet her down, but with each
passing word. I knew it was too late.  In time, Kathy calmed down
and began to compose herself.  I told her to go back to my house
and the three of us would talk about it that night.  She got up,
kissed me on the cheek, and left.

The minutes that past after that were again, long.  But then it
came - the knock on my door.  I stalled for a moment. It didn't
matter.  She has a key.   With a turn of the lock, she let
herself in.  I met her halfway from my desk to the door.  She
walked confidently and briskly by me and sat in my chair behind
the desk.  I sat in a chair in front where my visitors normally
sat.  She sat there staring at me.  I squirmed in my seat for a
while.  I could not handle the silence, "Let me expl.."

She cut me off, "So, if I heard right, Kathy's husband beats her.
 She came to your house last night and you had sex with her.  It
sounded like Jane was there and watched.  Is that right so far?"

"Close.  Jane had sex with her first."  What else could I say? 
She had heard everything.  I knew I was caught.  I knew my life
was about to change.  What I didn't know was how.

"Tell me everything and I mean everything," was her only command.

I spent the next several minutes recounting as faithfully as I
could every event that took place.  She stopped me often to ask
what I saw and how I felt.  She was as dispassionate as anyone
could be.  Whatever she was thinking and feeling, she kept
inside.

After I finished, my fourth uncomfortable silence in that past
two days began.  This one felt as long as all the others
combined.  To this day, I still have no good estimate of how long
it lasted.  My whole life hung on her next words.  Whatever she
decided to do or say about her new knowledge would dictate the
course of my life.  And like so many times since this ordeal
began, I was ill prepared for her what she said, "This is how it
is going to be or I tell everything I know. Got it?"  I nodded.

She continued, "I want you to have sex with me like you did
Kathy."

If I hadn't been sitting there, I would not have believed it.  I
wasn't sure I did and I was sitting there.  My response was a
most articulate, "What?"

"You heard me.  I want you to make love to me or I tell my tale."

"Why?"

"Well, let's just say, I want to have some fun. Things with Bill
are fine, but he's the only man I've ever been with.  I've been
fantasizing about being with another man for a long time.  I just
never have found a way to do it.  I wanted it to be with someone
I knew.  There are just too many creeps out there. But I didn't
know how to make sure the other person didn't talk.  I heard
Kathy's yelling.  I could tell you weren't correcting her, just
trying to stop her. So, I knew it was true.  Once I knew you had
screwed her, everything fell in place in my mind.  You would have
as much to loose, if not more than I did.  You couldn't talk. So,
now you know what and why.  What's the answer?"

"You know this amounts to blackmail, don't you?"  She nodded and
grinned.

"I guess I have no choice.  But Jane and I are a package deal. 
I'll do you the same way I did Kathy.  You get what she got. 
Jane has you first.  Whatever the two of you do and however far
you go, is what and how you and I do.  Also, I cum for only Jane.
 See, you not only have to keep me quiet, you have to keep Jane
quiet.  The only way to do that is to include her in the
`transaction.'  Now, it's your turn.  Do we have a deal?"

I made that statement much more confidently than I felt.  She
could exclude Jane and coerce me to fuck her behind Jane's back.
But I didn't want that.  I was relieved at her response, "I've
never thought about being with a woman, but if that's my
sacrifice in the deal, I can live with it.  It's a deal.  What do
we do now?"

"Hand me the phone."  She pushed my phone to my side of the desk.
 I picked it up and dialed the number to Jane's work.  She
answered.  "Hi babe, we have a problem," was my greeting.

This day was turning out a way I had never intended.  But I guess
much of life works that way.

 Chapter 5

Traffic was thick on the way home.  I didn't care.  I had a lot
on my mind.  Two days ago, Jane and I were on these same roads,
leaving town for a simple reunion with old friends. Now we were
heading down a much more twisted road.    I could feel it slick
beneath my feet, but could not see where it led.  People who live
in the kind of world in which I lived didn't do these kinds of
things.    We think about them.  We have the same passions as
everyone else, but we just confine them within the smallest cages
we can find.  Maybe someone more cunning would have handled
things better.  Maybe someone for whom scandal was not an issue
would have just sat back and relished in the attention of these
wonderful creatures.  Maybe someone with more moral courage would
have stood up and stopped everything then and just started over.
But I was none of those people.  No, I sat in another daily line
of commuters all going home to their "normal" lives and watched
the life that I knew begin to smolder from the fire growing
around it.  With each aborted started, I brought another flame
closer to my home.

Lisa was in her car directly behind me.  Through my mirror she
looked like any other wife heading home at day's end.  She looked
carefree.  But what did I know about the way she looked.  She was
not acting in any way that made sense for her.  Even to me, she
had always seemed na<ve about life.  What I knew of her childhood
had been sheltered.  She had admitted to me that she was a virgin
when she married.  What she was scheming belied her sheltered
persona.

I could see her sing along with her radio.  She loved singing. 
So did Jane.  In fact, they sang together.  They were half of a
female quartet.  They had been friends for the last 8 years. They
had spent evenings together at shows and plays.  They had planned
functions and activities as partners.  She should have been
saddened and hurt to hear what I did what Kathy.  She should have
been appalled at the thought of sex with Jane.  She was none of
those things.

I couldn't help but think she would back out.  Surely, this was
an action too bold for her.  She had to have taken it on an
impulse.  She would run.  I just knew she would.  But what
happened then?  She still knew.  She would talk.  There would be
no reason to keep my secret quiet.

Those thoughts were racing in my mind as my car crept its way
home.  As we made the last turn into my subdivision in tandem, I
had concluded it had to be.  I could not afford to have Lisa back
down now.  She had to go forward.  Making her as guilty as I, was
the only way to protect what I had. There was cowardice to that
way of thinking.  I was unwilling to stand and pay the price my
actions had cost me.  I was taking the easy way down that
slippery, twisted road I was on.  I had chosen this road.  It was
the road of compromise and acquiescence. It's a road once begun
that is difficult to leave.  The sad part is Jane would pay a far
greater price on this road than would I.

We reached my house.  Jane was not there yet, but someone else
was.  In all of my thinking about Lisa, I had forgotten Kathy. 
She was right where I told her to go.  There would be three women
in my home this evening.  I was not sure what to do about Kathy.
She had real problems.  But I was in no condition to help her.  I
was not thinking clearly enough for myself.  I knew she would
stay with Jane and I again tonight.  Lisa lived nearby and she
would have to go home to her husband before long.  I just pushed
Kathy's problems aside for later.

Jane arrived last, a few minutes behind Lisa and I.  She had
stopped to pick up dinner.  She bought enough for four. 
Apparently, she was thinking more clearly than I was.  Well, at
least she was thinking more practically.  We ate our simple
dinner quickly and silently for the most part.  It was sandwiches
from a local sub shop.

During the clean up, Lisa broke the ice forcefully; "My husband
is going to be home in about 2 r hours.  I've got to be home and
cleaned up by then.  I've got two people to screw between now and
then.  So, let's get started.  Davis, you and Kathy finish
cleaning up and Jane and I will go to the living room."

My living room sits just down from the kitchen.  From the counter
where Kathy and I were rinsing out the dishes, I could see and
hear the two ladies clearly.  Lisa was in complete control of the
situation.  Her organization and efficiency are not limited to
the office.  She sat down on the couch and told Jane to stand in
front of her.

"Turn on some music and dance for me," she commands.

Jane walked over to the stereo and turned on an R&B station.  She
loves R&B during sex.  She walked back in front of our couch and
started to dance.  Her clothes were not especially sexy.  She had
just come from work.  That only made her dance longer.  She
kicked her shoes into the corner.  She paused and continued
dancing.  I love her Hispanic heritage when she dances.  She has
a typical Latino build.  Her hips and ass are full and round even
though she is a petite woman.  She is not built to be a runway
model. She is far too short.  But a stripper - that is another
story.  Her dance was erotic.  The sway of her body and her
fondling of her own breasts made me hard again.  I am quickly
reminded of the lack of release I have felt.  I never did get to
cum.

Her blouse was next.  Her nimble fingers hastily removed the hold
of each button.  She let the blouse just hang open for a minute
while she kept dancing.  She rolled her shoulders and arched
backward the shirt fell to the fall.  In this pose, her tits
reached toward the sky.  They were not as large as they were when
she was a teenager.  Giving birth to children often has that
effect upon a woman.  But they were still a treasure in my eyes.
They were still perfectly shaped and firm to the touch.  They
bounced free as she shed her bra.

Her dance then included a generous amount of attention to her
tits.  Her hips rocked back and forth. She repeatedly licked her
finger and dragged the moisture across her hardening nipples. 
One hand continued its attention to her chest.  The other slipped
down beneath her pants.

She rubbed her hidden pussy.  She took her hand from her pants
and greedily sucked her juices off her fingers.  She turned her
back to Lisa.  In classic stripper fashion, she removed her
pants.  And then with out bending a knee pushed her panties to
the floor.  Her ass was gorgeous.  I could see the moisture and
swell of her pussy.

Lisa spoke again to her naked attendant, "Sit down here beside me
and fuck yourself."

Jane sat down.  Her back was to me.  I could not see her hands
over the back of the couch.  I heard the quiet sounds of her
finger's work.  I could hear the smack of her finger against her
wet sex.  I heard the early sighs of her arousal.  Jane had never
masturbated in my presence before.  I left the sink and moved
close.  Lisa saw my movement and motioned for me to stop.  She
was keeping this show to herself.

Jane's body was responding to her assault.  Her sighs changed to
the low moans that I know precede her climax.  Lisa stood.  She
knelt between Jane's bare legs.  Her head lowered below my sight.
 She must have had her tongue in Jane.  I saw Jane reach out and
grab Lisa's hair.  The sound of Lisa's licking reached my ears. 
Jane was close.  Her breathing was quick.  Her moans grew softer.
 Her body stiffened and in that instant she fought her release.

Lisa wasted no time. She stood up, "Now strip me."

Jane rose, her back to me.  She reached to kiss Lisa.  "No, no
kissing this time" is Lisa's response.

Jane walked behind her.  Lisa was wearing a full dress.  Jane
opened the zipper down the back.  She reached inside the material
and pushed the dress off Lisa's shoulders.  Lisa slid her arms
out and helped it fall to the floor.  Jane moved down and pushed
her slip down her legs.

Lisa was in only her bra and panties.  I noticed she was no
longer looking at Jane.  Her eyes were fixed on me.  She stared
at the noticeable bulge at my crotch.  She parted her lips and
lightly licked them.

Jane continued her work from behind.  Lisa's bra fell loose. 
Jane reached from the bottom.  Her hands slid against Lisa's skin
and found her breasts.  Jane squeezed her tits and kissed at
Lisa's neck and shoulders.  Lisa finished removing her bra.  Her
eyes never left me.

In the next moment Lisa's panties were removed and she exposure
was complete.  My assessment of her was good.  Her tits were
smallish.  Her nipples were large and erect.  Their color was
what stood out the most.  They are dark, not quite chocolate, but
still a deep reddish-brown.  They stood out against her pale
skin.  Her hips were narrower than the other girls were.  When
she turned I saw her ass was smaller than theirs was also.  But
she was fit.  The backs of her thighs were perfectly smooth.  Her
stomach was flat and firm.  She was a truly attractive woman. 
She was not the kind I pick for myself, but deserving of
attention nonetheless.

She still stared at me, "Eat me."

She spread her legs slightly and my wife dropped to meet her
command.  Lisa reached down and spread her pussy to Jane's
approach.  Jane's tongue probed her cunt.  It moved deep inside
and then licked along her opening.  She locked on Lisa's clit.
Lisa ground her hips down onto Jane face.

"Yes, baby, eat me good."

Her stare was still on me, "Mmmm. I can't wait to feel your cock
in me.  She's getting me so hot and ready for you.  God! I'm
close."

Jane work quickened.  "Unnngh.  Yes, bite me.  Bite down on my
clit, bitch."

Jane's teeth caught her hard.  "Oh, fuck yes!  That's it!  Yes! 
Bite harder."

Lisa pumped a finger in and out of her pussy. "Yesss!!!!!"  I saw
her knees buckle.  She fell forward over Jane and onto the couch.

Still tangled with my wife she gasped, "Come here."

I walked into the living room, leaving Kathy alone.  Jane got up
to leave.  "You strip him for me."

Jane again obeyed.  She removed my clothing without emotion. 
Soon I was standing naked in front of my next lover.  Her body
looked and smelled like sex.  Her hand grasped the shaft of my
cock and she pulled me next to her by it.

"Jane was the foreplay.  I just want you to fuck me hard."

She was sitting on the couch.  I pulled her to the edge and
leaned down to her.  I pressed the head of my dick against
dripping hole.  I teased her for a moment as I slid the head
across her collecting her juices as I go.  My tease continued as
I slowly inserted the tip and pulled back.  Then just past her
lips and back out.  I went in an inch, and then two.

"Just fuck me, " she screamed.

I didn't respond.  She wanted it hard and fast.  But I intended
to give it to her slowly at first.  She tried to lock her legs
around my back and push me in.  I got my dick first and just fell
down on top of her.  I tasted her tits for the first time.  They
were just a small handful and wonderfully firm.  My tongue
surrounded a nipple and my teeth lightly flicked it.  Her
response was incredible.  Her nipples were highly sensitive.  Her
body jumped and I felt her belly press hard against my erection.
Her stomach was firm.  My dick slid across her muscles, wetted by
her arousal and mine.

I lingered at her nipples.  I was in no hurry to leave such a
delicate spot.  I took a free hand and pressed it into her pussy
across her hardened nub.  She moved hard against my hand.  As I
took her nipple between my teeth again, she screamedn, "Ohhh! 
God!!! Unnngghh!" I felt her cunt contract as she came against my
hand.

Now she lay there much more subdued.  She seemed ready to drift
off to sleep.  I straightened back up and thrust hard into her
recovering snatch.  I pressed in as deep as I could go.  I pushed
in and out with frenzy.  My prick was pistioning in and out of
her.  I heard the sound of my balls slap against her ass.  She
was tired, but her body was still ready for sex.  Within just a
couple of thrusts her body responded again.  Her body bent up to
me.  I was pounding her as hard I as could.  I reached with both
hands and grabbed her breasts.  I pinched down on both nipples
together and her body shook again in climax.

I slowed my thrusting of her.  I fell down on her again.  She
turned to kiss me.  "No kissing.  You didn't kiss Jane, so I
can't kiss you."


 Chapter 6


Lisa dressed quickly and left.  She seemed quite happy with
herself.  My earlier fear of her backing out was baseless, I now
knew.  She was well in control of the situation.  I knew she
would be back.  I also knew that I would let her come back.

What surprised me the most was Jane.  With Kathy, she had been
hesitant, but still took the lead to get the action started. 
With Lisa, she obeyed without question.  Masturbation was
something she just didn't do.  I don't think she had any hang ups
about, she just didn't find it enjoyable.  Yet, she almost came
doing it for Lisa and would have if Lisa hadn't stopped her.  It
was a side of her I had not seen before.

My greatest need at that moment was my own orgasm.  My balls were
swollen and full.  Jane and Kathy climbed the stairs together.  I
was right behind them and wanting my wife badly.

We reached the bedroom.  I closed the door behind me and turned
to find the girls in a tight embrace.  They kissed deeply for a
moment and then began to get undressed.  I followed in kind. 
Jane looked at me and said, "Not yet, Kathy and I want to play
first."

I went to the same chair I had been in yesterday.  They fucked on
the bed. It was a relaxed session.  They held each other.  They
positioned themselves side by side with their mouths at each
other's vagina.  Lazily, they brought each other to orgasm.  When
they finished, I removed my clothes and climbed on the bed behind
Jane.

"No, no," she said, "You owe Kathy a fuck first."

She was making it very difficult to meet my second condition to
cum for only her.  Without any help I was ready to explode. 
Having just watched such a tender and erotic mating, I was on
fire.  Add the stimulation of Kathy's pussy and I was sure to
fill her full.

I rolled over to Kathy's bare body.  She rolled to her back and
we lay face to face.  Her body was warm beneath me.  I felt her
tits press up against my chest.  My hands wandered to the back of
her head and entangled in her hair.  We locked in a kiss.

I felt a hand around my dick, guiding it to Kathy's pussy.  Jane
was taking me and was helping me enter our friend.  Her hand
gathered the wetness from Kathy's lips and lubricated the tip of
my cock.  She pulled me forward and I slid inside.  Her pussy was
tight, but well prepared to receive me from Jane's earlier
attention.

I felt my orgasm coming.  I knew I couldn't begin to pump into
her.  I rolled Kathy on top.  She rocked against my dick.  Jane
joined in the act and kissed Kathy.  She slid on top of my body
facing Kathy.  Kathy leaned forward and took one of Jane's
breasts in her mouth.  Jane slid up my chest and her cunt came in
range of my tongue.

My tongue darted out and tasted her sweetness.  She tasted so
good.  I never have grown tired of eating her.  Her honey is
always inviting and she is so eager to serve it.  My tongue
matched the pace of Kathy as she slid up and down my dick.  The
sensation was too much. I bucked Kathy off with a sudden thrust
of my hips and press Jane's face down to my throbbing erection.
She took it in her mouth.  Her tongue wrapped around me and her
mouth worked the length of the shaft.  In just a second she felt
my orgasm approaching.  She lifted her head and stroked my cock
hard.

On cue, I began to pump.  The first blast landed on her chin. 
The second landed against the fullness of her chest.  My cock
continued to squirt several more times.  As I exhaled from an
incredible orgasm. Kathy leaned in and kissed Jane.  She rubbed
her hands over Jane, spreading my cum all over her tits and
stomach.  She offered her hand to Jane mouth and Jane sucked her
fingers clean.

They continued that cleaning until my cum dried on Jane's body
and mine.  The two girls continued to play for a brief time
before climbing off me.

I knew a new life had begun for me.  There are worse things than
to satisfy three beautiful women.  For the time, I had ignored
Kathy's growing problems.  I was trying to see Lisa's troubling
satisfaction in the best light.  Today, despite its surprises was
a wonderful day.  Maybe my luck would hold.  That thought
comforted me as I drifted off joining my lovers in sleep.


 Chapter 7


"Be sure your sins will find you out."  Those words kept running
through my mind when I awoke the next morning.  The thought that
my luck would hold was fading now that the haze of sex past away
in the night.  I knew sooner or later all the loose ends I saw
around me would eventually ensnare me as they tied together.  But
I could see no way out - at least none that I was willing to
take.

However, the next several days were uneventful.  Kathy returned
home.  She had called Rick.  He apologized for the note that had
brought her back to me so quickly.  He said he was drunk like
somehow that made the note understandable.  And like many
battered women, Kathy returned to her attacker, believing this
time would be different.  At work, Lisa was unflappable.  Each
day we would pass each other in the office as if nothing had ever
happened.  At worship, even in the presence of her husband, her
poise was eerie.  My marriage continued on as it always had. 
Jane and I showed no signs that anything unusual had happened. 
Perhaps the only change was that we fucked more than before.  We
both knew the reason, but never spoke about it.  Enough time past
that my fears that my sins would begin to haunt me began to fade.

Things started changing about a month later.  It was a Friday
afternoon.  I was packing up my work to head home when my office
door opened.  It was Lisa.  She had another woman with her.  The
second woman was also a member where I preached.  Her name was
Brittany.  She was not what I would call a core member of our
church.  She attended occasionally and was rarely involved in any
activities.  She was a law student at one of the more prestigious
schools in the area.  Just as is typical of many college
students, she was a long way from home and was living her life
without much regard for old-fashioned values.  She was about 24
years old and single.  I must admit to noticing when she was at
the worship services.

Brittany was not a woman that men would overlook easily.  I've
always believed Jane and Kathy to be two of the most beautiful
women ever to enter my life.  Yet, their looks fit the type of
women I like.  They would probably be considered "cute" by most.
Brittany, on the other hand, was a classic beauty.  At 5' 6", she
was just a hair too short for serious modeling, but that was her
only defect.  Her hair was a dark and shiny black.  It was
slightly longer that shoulder length.  Her skin was pale and
without blemish. The contrast of her fair skin and her black hair
gave her a certain mysterious look.  Her body was slim and well
proportioned.  Her tits swelled from her chest enough but not too
much.  She was a small C cup.  The same was true of her ass and
hips.  They were full enough to give her shape, but not so much
as to be distracting.  She was the kind of woman that clothes are
made to fit and about which other women complain.  I had talked
to her enough to know that she had grown up on a farm and was as
charming as any southern belle could be.  Yet, the school of her
choice and her chosen profession showed she was no hick.  She was
a strong, confident woman.

The two sat down in the chairs in front of my desk.  Lisa wasted
no time in letting me know why they had entered, "Davis, I'd like
to introduce you to your newest lover."

"Excuse me.  What have you told her?" I asked.

"I told her everything that happened.  You see, its tough for a
married woman to take full advantage of our arrangement, so I
took the liberty of finding someone who could make better use of
your talents."

"Lisa, you shouldn't have done that.  You can't just go bringing
people into my marriage like this.  Jane is not going to be
happy.  I'm not happy.  There are too many people involved.  If
this goes bad, I've got a lot to lose, but so do you.  Bill is
not going to just ignore the fact that you cheated on him. 
You've got to be more careful."

"True enough.  It would hurt me, but I'm betting that you won't
let that happen.  If you don't take Brittany in, she's going to
talk and you'll be ruined.  I don't think you're going to take
the chance of that happening.  Besides, it's just too hard for a
married woman to take advantage of our little arrangement. I
can't fuck you without fucking Jane first.  She's at work all
day.  That means I can only have you at night and then Bill is
home.  I was afraid you might forget about me and I would lose
the chance for some easy fun.  But Brittany is a student and
single.  She has no one to worry about and the time to play.  So
I help her by getting in on some good sex and she helps me by
keeping you ready for a good fuck when I can get away.  Now, I
would suggest you start fucking her if you want your marriage,
family and career to stay together."

I sat for a moment thinking over what Lisa had just said.  She
was right.  I knew Bill.  He was a good man.  She would tell him
it was just a one-time thing.  Hell, by the end of her story this
whole thing would sound like my fault.  She would have some hard
times ahead, but he'd forgive her.  Lisa would come out just fine
in the end.  I wouldn't.  My career would be over.  My marriage
would be in trouble and who knows what else would happen.  I
couldn't risk Brittany's talking.  I was faced with the same
situation as when Lisa overheard about Kathy and me.  Brittany
was about to become the new lover that she had been called.

"I guess I have no choice.  Just let me call Jane."

Brittany stopped my hand from reaching the phone on my desk and
spoke for the first time, "That won't be necessary."

"But she has to know.  You have to make love to her first.  She
has to know what's happening."

"I never agreed to have sex with your wife.  Lisa made that deal.
 I didn't.  You fuck me without her and cum when I tell you to or
I walk and talk.  Got it?"

She was better at negotiating than Lisa was.  Lisa had been in
the same position of strength and given it away.  The lawyer
across from me was not making the same mistake.  She held all the
cards and she knew it.

"No, wait.  Jane has to be in on this.  She has as much to lose
as I do.  You have to deal with both of us."  I said this in a
futile effort to change the terms of our deal.

"I will deal with her, but on my own terms.  You have to make
your own decision and so does she.  We are not equals in this
deal.  I've got goods on you and you can't touch me.  I don't
lose anything important if I leave now.  You think I can't get a
guy to fuck me when I want?  You lose everything if I leave.  So,
last chance.  You will service me sexually whenever and however I
say or I tell the world what I know. Deal or no deal?"  With that
she stopped and stared directly in my eyes, waiting for a
response.

I flinched first.  I had no choice.  For the first time of many,
my will caved under hers.  I lowered my eyes from her stare and
the word, "deal" shakily escaped my mouth.

 Chapter 8

I followed Brittany and Lisa to the door.  Brittany told me to
drive home and wait for her there.  As I got in my car to leave I
heard her laughing and thanking Lisa for her new toy.  Lisa of
course would always be welcome to make use of her toy whenever
she had the chance.

Brittany arrived just moments after I did.  She entered the room
like she had owned this house for years.  She told me to stand. 
I did and then she sat in my favorite chair.  It was her throne
now.

"Let me explain to you how this is going to work.  You now belong
to me.  You will do what I say without exception, question, or
hesitation.  If you rebel I will expose you for the fraud that
you are.  With me so far?"  I nodded.

"Good, let's start with something simple.  Take off your
clothes."

I did as she said. Once I was naked she spoke again.  "Now,
whenever you are home you will be like you are now.  Whether I am
here or not, you will remain naked. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Now come sit on my lap and jerk yourself off."

I moved over to her and straddled her legs as best I could in the
chair.  I paused for a moment after getting settled.  She grabbed
and twisted my dick and balls.  "I said without hesitation. 
Don't you ever be that slow again to do what I say!  Now start
stroking."

I took my cock from her hand and began my massage my limp shaft.
As the pain subsided the massaging turned to the stroking she
wanted.  My fingers encircled the shaft and began pumping up and
down.  With each cycle my dick responded.  In short order, I was
fully erect and the head began to swell.

"Mmmmmm. That's more like it.  Keep going I want to watch you
cum."

I kept pumping.  The first drops of pre-cum oozed out and started
sliding down my head.  She scooped the fluid up with her
fingertip.  She placed her moist finger to my lips, "Lick it off
me."

My mouth met her finger and sucked the thick liquid in.  She
reclined the chair and leaned back to watch the show.  My hand
continued to work up and down the length of my cock.  More
pre-cum wetted the slit of my dick and I worked the lubricant
into the skin.  She wanted more, "Spit on it."

I positioned my mouth over my dick as best as I could and slowly
let my saliva hang from my lips until it broke free and landed on
my erection.  With my dick now fully wet, I pumped hard and fast.
 I felt my orgasm building and did nothing to hold it back. 
Soon, my white seed came shooting out of my cock.  It landed on
my chest and then stomach as the contractions weakened.  When
finished my torso was covered in my own cum.

I held my softening dick in my hand.  She pushed me off her onto
the floor.  I got up and began to walk away. "Where do you think
you're going?"

"To get a towel."

"Oh no.  I didn't tell you to clean up.  Just let your cum dry
like it is.  Now come still at my feet.  And don't speak unless
spoken to. And don't move unless I tell you to."

I did as she commanded and sat like a pet at his master's feet. 
"How long till Jane gets home?" she asked.

It was already about 5:00 PM, "Anytime now."

"Good, the fun really starts then."

 Chapter 9

The wait for my wife was a long one.  Not in terms of time, it
was just a few minutes.  But I knew what was waiting for her was
going to hurt her.  I just did not know how much.  The cum on my
chest had barely dried when I heard the garage door open.  Jane
was home.

Jane walked into the kitchen and placed her things from work down
on the counter.  Turning toward the living room, she saw Brittany
standing, with me sitting naked at her feet.  "Come on in and
take a seat and I'll explain everything," Brittany invited.

Jane gave me a puzzled look, but took a seat on the couch across
the room from us as Brittany directed.  With Jane seated,
Brittany began Jane's entrapment, "I'm here at the request of
your friend Lisa.  It seems she was afraid that she was going to
need some help keeping your home open to her.  So she contacted
me and told me about the little tryst the three of you had.  I am
quite prepared to share that information with everyone I know. 
Earlier today, Lisa and I confronted your husband and as you can
see he has decided to agree to my terms and include me in your
lives."

"But why didn't you call me, Davis?"

Brittany answered for me, "You may not talk to him - only to me.
He did not call you because I did not let him."

"I don't get it."

"You stupid bitch.  I own him now.  Those are my terms.  He
serves me now.  Sexually and any other way I wish, he will do
exactly as I command.  If he obeys, I keep quiet.  If not, it's
over for him.  And come to think of it - for you also."

Jane was speechless.  Her eyes began to fill with tears. 
Brittany sat patiently as the gravity of the situation pressed in
on Jane.

"So what does this mean for me?"  Jane finally asked after a long
silence.

"It means you have the same choice. You can agree to become my
slave or I tell everything I know and ruin your life - and his,"
she said as she motioned toward me.

 "So how would this work?"

"Just as I told your husband.  You will belong to me.  You will
do whatever I say without exception, question, or hesitation. 
Disobey me and you will be punished. Rebel and I screw your life
over.  Got it?"

"I understand."

"So do we have a deal?"

"Yes."

With that her fate was sealed.  Brittany's commands began where
she began with me.  Jane was soon naked and informed that she
would never wear clothes in her own home again.  Brittany also
made Jane masturbate while sitting on her lap.  I was not allowed
to look.  I sat quietly and could only hear the sounds of my
wife's finger working her pussy over.  By the time she was
finished, my dick was erect again.

She was told to sit on the floor beside me.  We were not allowed
to speak.  After a few moments of silence, Brittany rose. She
looked down and saw my swollen cock.  "Well, I was going to leave
for a while, but from the look of things I don't think I can
leave Jane here without me.  Jane go get dressed, you have to
come with me.  T-shirt and shorts - that's it - no bra or
panties."

Jane left the room.  "When we get back, I'll have a surprise for
each of you. While we're gone, cook us some supper."  With that
she bent down and kissed my forehead, "Good boy."

The two left and were gone for about two hours.  I baked some
chicken and cooked some vegetables for dinner as commanded.  We
ate dinner in silence.  Brittany sat in my old chair at the head
of the table, while Jane and I sat on the floor and ate without
utensils.

After dinner we went to the living room, where I found out where
they had gone.  Brittany had driven to the local sex shop and
bought each of us something to wear.  She pulled Jane's out of
the bag first.  It was a leather chastity belt.  As Brittany
slipped it around Jane's waist, I got my first good look at it. 
The design and build was actually quite good.  A leather strap
went around Jane's waist.  It was decorated with small metal
studs.  Two straps went from the center of her back down her ass,
through her legs and came out the front.  The portion at covered
pussy and asshole was slightly thicker but still pliable.  It
also contained a slit large enough to allow urine to escape, but
it was far too small to weaken the effectiveness of the device.
The straps emerged in front and covered her pubic hair.  They met
the lock at the center to the leather belt.  Once locked in place
Jane could sit and move without much discomfort.  It was slim
enough to be worn under clothing without ever being seen.

Brittany locked it in place and returned to her bag.   For me,
she had bought a cock cage.  It had a leather cock ring which fit
snugly around my shaft and testicles.  The cage she bought was a
5-ring cage.  When limp, my dick fit comfortably inside.  The
third piece of the combo was a ball stretcher.  It was not a
large one, perhaps only an 1 r or so.  She placed only the ring
and cage on for now.  Once locked in place there was no removing
the device.  The cock ring fit just as she intended.  It was
tight enough so that it could not be slipped off.  It was loose
enough that it could be worn indefinitely.

For both of us now, there would be no intercourse without
Brittany's permission.  "Now that I have you both the way I want,
I've got some more rules you need to know.  First, the two of you
may not ever be intimate each other without my express
permission.  Obviously, this includes fucking and oral sex. But
also, you may not fondle, kiss, or hug without my say so. 
Second, you may not try to remove your toys.  If I even think
that you have tried, there will be severe punishment.  Third, I
have decided that your disobedience will be punished on a demerit
system. Every time I feel you disobeyed me, I will assign you a
suitable number of demerits.  When you reach 25 demerits, the
other one of you will be punished.  Davis, Jane will be punished
for your crimes and so on.  I'll tell you more about your
punishments later.  Fourth, you will never call me by name again.
 Just like in the movies, you will each call me `mistress' each
time you speak to me.  Are these things clear?"

"Yes" we both replied.

"See, there you go, 1 demerit each.  You should have said, `Yes .
. . "

"Mistress."

"That's better."

"Now Davis come eat me out before I go home tonight."

I positioned myself between her legs.  I reached behind her and
unzipped the skirt she wore. It fell to the floor.  She wore
black thong panties and stockings.  She stepped out of her skirt
and sat down, spreading her legs.  I pushed the fabric of her
thong aside, revealing her tight pussy.  It had been years since
I had seen a pussy unaffected by childbirth.  Her slit was
narrow.  It made the swell of her lips look even more pronounced.
 I lower my lips and lightly kissed her.  Her pussy was moist. 
Her juices were the sweetest I had ever known.  With my left
index finger I traced the length of the slit.  Then in unison my
finger and tongue pressed against her.  My tongue found her clit
and my finger wormed inside her snug passage.  She was a willing
fuck.  She started moaning and grinding against her intruders
almost immediately.  I heard gasp, "Bring your tits over here,
Jane."

Jane joined us. Brittany began to knead the flesh of the tits
that once were my possession.  She pulled hard and bent Jane over
her and sucked a nipple deep inside her mouth.  With her mouth
now full, her moans were muffled.  My assault on her sex never
slowed.  I inserted a second finger in her pussy.  Her clit was
standing out and I bit down lightly.  She gasped for a moment. 
With her clit in my grasp, I worked my fingers even in and out of
her pussy even harder.  An instant later, I felt the walls of her
vagina contract.  She was coming.  She bit down on Jane's nipple.
 Jane let out a yell of sheer pain. Brittany kept her teeth
clamped down until the waves of her orgasm left her pussy.  She
relaxed and released Jane.

Jane slumped down beside her, clutched her aching tit and cried
softly.  It was then that I noticed my own aching.  My cock had
grown while fucking my new mistress, but the small rings at the
end of my cage had grabbed it.  It had no where to go.  The
pressure was intense and I had no way of relieving it.

Brittany dressed.  She reached down her grabbed the cage around
my cock.  "Fits just right, If you're a good boy, I may let you
out sometime."

She gathered her things.  On the way out the door, she turned and
said, "Remember, no fooling around and stay naked.  I'll be back
tomorrow, sometime."  With a sly grin, she left for the night.

Those fears that I had just over a month ago were back.  My sins
had indeed found me out.

 Chapter 10

The phone rang at 8:00 AM that Saturday morning.  It was
Brittany.  She informed me that some men would be coming to the
house to do some work for her.  We were to let them in and help
them in any way they needed.  They were to arrive at 9:00 AM. 
She said it would be after lunch before she would be there
herself.

As usual for service men, they were late and arrived around 10. 
Opening the door that day was one of the hardest things I have
ever done.  My mistress had not told me if they knew what was
going on in our house.  When I opened the door I got my answer. 
Three men pushed by me like I wasn't even there.  After they
passed, I saw their van in the driveway.  They were from Action
Video.  The subtitle on the van said they specialized in video
surveillance and security for small businesses. The implications
of that made my blood run cold.

Jane and I sat in the living room while the men looked over the
house. She did her best to cover herself whenever one of the men
entered the room, but it made little difference.  The three men
gathered in the kitchen.  I heard them discuss different camera
and cable choices.  When the decisions were made the foreman of
the crew sent his helpers to the van and then came down to the
living room with us.

He sat down on Jane's left and put his arm around her on the back
of the sofa.  "A Ms. Brittany Carter hired us to install a video
system throughout the house.  We were told this was a very
`friendly' place so we gave her a significant discount. Based on
what I see, I think she told the truth.  My men and I are going
to be here most of the day.  I trust you will make us welcome." 
With that he slid his arm off of the back of the couch around my
wife's shoulders.  His hand slid down her front and cupped her
right tit.  His left hand swung over and he grabbed her free left
tit.  He bent down the kissed her. She offered no resistance. 
His tongue pressed deeply inside her mouth while he roughly
seized her tits.  He kissed her for several minutes until his men
returned.

"There'll be plenty of time for that later.  I've got to get to
work.  Oh, and slut, I don't want to see you covering yourself up
again."

"Yes sir" was all Jane said.  She sat with her arms at her side.
Her lips were wet from his kisses, her breasts swollen, and
nipples erect as the men set to work.

Throughout the day the men were in and out of the living room. 
Whenever they came near Jane, they fondled, groped and kissed
her.  They had no interests in me and so I became their waiter. 
I was constantly providing them with drinks and food.  Their
first brake came at lunchtime.  Having already eaten, they were
free to give their attention to my wife.

They came from running wires in the attic.  They were covered in
sweat and grime.  The three men lined up across the step-down
into the living room.  The foreman took charge, "Come here, slut.
 I've got a big dick that needs to be sucked. And my men do to."


That elicited cheers from his co-workers.  Jane dutifully got up
off the couch and knelt on the steps in front of the foreman. 
She unzipped his pants. He wore no underwear.  I guessed he had
done that on purpose.  So when his pants opened out popped his
semi-rigid cock.  His dick looked about 8 or 9 inches - much
larger than mine, the only dick Jane had ever used.  She took it
well.  As it bounced free she slid the bobbing head through her
red lips.  She set to a nice steady rhythm of sucking.  Not to be
left out, the foremen's co-workers were soon naked and standing
on either side of Jane.  From my seat I could see the back of her
head as she worked on the first dick.  I could see clearly as she
took a cock in each hand.  She stroked the other two dicks hard
and began a dance of cock sucking.  She took one in her mouth and
pumped the other two.  After a time, she rotated to the next.

This routine continued for several turns until she returned once
to the foreman's dick. I could tell he was close even before
Jane's mouth returned to suck the cum out of him. The touch of
her lips and tongue was all the encouragement he needed.  He
grabbed her back of her head by the hair to hold her head still.
She became his makeshift pussy.  He started fucking her mouth
violently.  I could hear her gasping and choking.  At the last
moment he pulled out of her mouth and aimed his penis right at
her face.  With a final stroking cum exploded from his prick and
splashed against her face.

Almost in rhythm, when the foreman squirted his last, she was
spun to her right and face fucked again.  The second man finished
in the same way, with several blasts of his seed all over her
face.  The third man couldn't hold off to fuck her. He came as
soon as she turned to him.  His release caught her off-guard and
she got the first load straight down her throat.  She gagged on
it and dropped to all fours, coughing and spitting. The video
guys had a big laugh at the sight of Jane on the floor like a
dog, her face covered in their cum. With a quick slap of her ass,
the men returned to work.

Just as she had promised, our mistress arrived after lunch.  Jane
was still lying on the steps, crying softly.  Brittany had me
tell her about the events of the day so far.  My dick was
straining hard against my cage long before I finished.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.  The men were more
relaxed and paid less attention to Jane.  Maybe their orgasms
took the edge off or maybe it was Brittany's presence, but they
settled into work and finished the job just before dinner.

Jane did have to give each man a token blow before they left, but
none of the men came anymore.  Brittany settled up with the
foreman.  As he left, he said something that changed our
identities for sometime, "Man that bitch is a real slut.  She
took all three of us like a pro.  And that husband she has is a
real pussy.  His little dick was trying to poke out his cage the
whole time we fucked his wife."

Brittany closed the door and joined us again in the living room.
"Ya know, I think the camera guy is right.  You are not people. 
You are my toys.  In this house, you will no longer have names. 
Jane, from now on you will be known as `Slut.'  Because that's
what you are - a slut.  You will fuck anyone, anywhere, and
anytime. Davis, from now on you'll be `Pussy.' Because you can't
be a real man, letting everyone take your wife like they have and
will.  Slut and Pussy, what a wonderful couple."

After dinner Brittany showed us what the men had put in our
house.  In every room, there was a video camera.  There were two
in each bathroom - one for the shower and tub and one for the
toilet.  In a spare room in our basement there was a camera in
each corner.  We soon found out why.  There was also a camera
mounted in a remote controlled chassis overlooking the backyard
and swimming pool.  In the master bedroom, the furniture had been
rearranged.  The wall where our dresser once was, there were now
several television monitors.  From this point, you could see
everything going on in the house.  Each camera was also tied to a
motion sensor so that it would turn on and begin recording
whenever someone was in its field of vision.

"So you see, now I can see everything that happens in this house.
 You should know that each camera's feed is recorded.  And I can
have the video streamed to me over the net at my school and
apartment. I'll always be watching you and if I happen to miss
anything, I'll have a tape to make sure I catch it.  Any
questions?"

"Yes mistress, I have one," I said, "Why did you place these
monitors in our bedroom?"

"I didn't.  This is not your bedroom anymore.  It's mine.  I am
the master of this house, so I should get the master bedroom. 
Pussy, you are a pet and so is Slut.  You both will now sleep in
the spare room in the basement.  I've put four cameras in that
room so that I can keep a close eye on you while you sleep."

"I understand, mistress."

"That reminds me.  I have some clothes and boxes in the car that
you need to bring in, Pussy.  I guess you need to put on some
shorts so the neighbors don't call the police. So shorts only and
bring my stuff up here.  Slut, you can start emptying your old
closet and taking your shit to the basement."

About an hour later, Brittany was settled in and had taken over
our bed and home.  That night, Jane and I went to the basement to
sleep.  Two twin mattresses were taken from upstairs and laid on
the floor for our new beds.  There was no bed, no frames, just
the mattresses on the floor.  They were placed on opposite walls
of room that measured about 15' x 18'.  There was no chance to
comfort each other by touch or word.   The cameras and distance
between us made sure of that.


 Chapter 11

The next day was Sunday.  It was a day I once looked forward to.
Now I wasn't sure what to do.  Brittany made sure we were ready
on time.  She didn't allow either of us to wear underwear.  That
bothered Jane the most.  It was pretty obvious that her breasts
were not restrained or supported.  Not a good look at a
conservative Bible-church.  My biggest problem was the size of my
cock cage.  It made me look as if I had a permanent erection. 
The loose fit of my suit and my coat helped cover it some, but
probably not enough.

I tried to behave normally and so did Jane.  Before worship I
went back to my office to get a moment of peace before having to
preach.  It didn't work.  Lisa was in the office area and
followed me into my office.

"I want to see your toy."

With that I lowered my pants and showed her the cage my dick had
been placed in.  She could hardly control her laughter.  She
cupped my balls in her hand and stuck a finger between the cage's
rings to poke at my trapped penis.  Just then there was a knock
on the door.  It was Jane.  Lisa let her in. My pants were still
down at my knees.

"Let me see your toy to," Lisa commanded.

Jane had worn a knee length black dress that morning.  Brittany
had picked it out special.  My wife never dressed too sexy.  She
was always afraid of not looking like a preacher's wife.  That
black dress was as risqu, as it got.  Brittany picked it for that
reason.  So, with no panties underneath, Jane simply bunched up
the material and exposed her belt.  Again, a giant smile was
plastered across Lisa's face.  "I have to get a key to these
things.  You look great.  I have got to come by soon for a good
fuck."

We dressed and dismissed to the assembly.  Preaching that morning
was painful. I knew I no longer belonged in the pulpit, but I was
stuck.  The rest of Sunday turned out to be too busy for any more
sex and humiliation.

Monday came just like any other Monday for Jane.  At 7:00 AM, she
left for work.  For me Monday was a little different.  Instead of
the office, Brittany told me to stay home and wait for her to
return.  She was gone most of the day.  When she finally made it
back, she brought several things with her.  The most prominent
things were 4 pictures.  Each picture was nicely framed and was a
photograph of a man.  The men were all in suits.  They looked to
be somewhere between Brittany's age and mine.  They were clean
cut and while I'm no judge of men's looks, they were all handsome
men.  I hung the pictures on the wall in the living room.  She
also had two poster board size sheets of graph paper.  These she
hung on the wall on either side of the four men.

Once settled in, my mistress demanded my attention.  "Rub my neck
and shoulders."

"Yes, mistress."  She sat on the couch and I walked behind her
and began the massage she demanded.  She was dressed like a young
lawyer with a modest skirt, a button down blouse and blazer over
it all.  She stopped me to remove the jacket.  My hands began
again, rubbing around the base of her neck shoulders and then up
the sides of her creamy neck.  A soft moan escaped her lips. 
"Take off my blouse."

My hands reached around her neck from above.  The first button
was undone already.  I began at the second and quickly worked
down to her waist.  This put our heads side by side.  I took the
chance to kiss and suck on her neck lightly.  She responded by
leaning back into me.  This pushed her tits out and up.  As I
opened the final button and pushed the sides apart her tits
flowed out from behind their silk covering.  The nipples and
lower half were still covered by her white lace trimmed bra, but
the view from above was perfect.  She was one enticing creature
and for a moment I forgot the pain she was bringing into my life.

She noticed my pause and brought me back to attention, "I didn't
tell you to stop."  I quickly undid the cuffs of her sleeves and
pulled blouse completely off.  My massaging of her lasted for
several more minutes.  Finally, she pulled me around the end of
the couch and stood me in front of her.  She stood with me. 
"Strip me, Pussy."

Her skirt fell quickly.  I stood and reached around her back,
unclasping her bra.  Not wanting to displease my mistress again,
I ignored the temptation to take in the full sight of her tits
and instead worked her panties to the floor.

"Very good, Pussy.  Do you like what you see?"

"Yes, mistress. Very much."

"Would you like me to let you out of your cage to fuck me?"

"Oh yes, mistress!  Please let me out.  I'll do anything, just
let me fuck you, mistress."

"Very good then.  I may just let you out after Slut gets home. 
Until then, just eat me out a little, but not too much.  Don't
make me cum. Just tease me a little."

"Yes mistress, thank you mistress."

She sat back down and I knelt between her spread knees.  I
lightly licked and probed her pussy for about 30 minutes until
Jane got home.  She walked in and immediately stripped off her
clothes.  Now naked, she walked into the living room and kissed
her mistress on the hand.

"Slut, did everything go well at work today?"

"Yes mistress."

"Good. Now, Pussy here told me he wants to fuck me.  What do you
think about that?"

"Mistress, if it makes you happy, then I think he should do it."

"Hmmmm, that's a nice safe answer.  Tell me, do think he'd rather
fuck me or you?"

"Umm, you, I guess, mistress."

"Liar, that's two demerits.  There is no way that after 15 years
of happy marriage, you think he wants to fuck me more than you."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to upset you, it won't happen again."

"That's another demerit.  You will always call me mistress when
addressing me."

"Yes mistress.  I'm so sorry."

"Let's let Pussy decide this.  Pussy, do you want to fuck me or
Slut?"

"Mistress, I want to fuck you."

"I don't believe you.  Why me and not your `ex-` wife?"

"Mistress, You're younger.  Your tits are firmer.  Your ass isn't
fat like hers.  Your pussy is nice and tight, not stretched out
like Slut's.  You are so much more beautiful than she is. 
Mistress, I want to fuck you not that whore that sucks off every
guy she sees."

Brittany's laugh was almost loud enough to drown out the cries of
my beloved wife.  I didn't mean those things I had just said. I
hoped Jane knew that.  But I could not risk angering Brittany.

Brittany told Jane to bring her the keys from her purse.  She
sorted through the ring and found the key to remove my cage.

"Here, Slut, unlock his cock."

Jane did as she was told.  It felt wonderful to be free.  My dick
seemed like it had been continually hard all weekend, but it
never was able to extend to its full length.  The sensation of
being free was a welcome feeling.

"Slut, take his cock and put it in my pussy."

Jane grabbed me and gently pulled my dick toward our master's
opening.  Brittany slid down slightly to make it easier.

"Slut, thank me for letting your pussy of a man touch my pussy."

"Yes mistress.  Thank you.  Thank you for letting this weak pussy
of a man pleasure you.  Thank you for letting his little dick in
you.  I love you for doing this, mistress."

Jane returned my attack on her without hesitation.  Now it was my
turn to wonder if she really meant it or was she simply playing a
role.  I had to think it was the second, but I could not be sure.

Jane pressed the head of my cock against Brittany's slit and I
took over from there.  I wanted to feel release and so I pounded
against her body has hard as I could.  Her pussy was wonderful. 
It felt like I remembered Jane's virgin snatch.  The youthful
cunt was dripping wet.  Her force of her muscle's grip along my
shaft quickly brought to the verge of cuming.

Brittany sensed my growing excitement.  "Don't you cum.. I
haven't told...you to cum yet." she barked out in between my
thrusts.  With every ounce of control I could summon I tried to
hold off cuming while still fucking her pussy.  Thankfully, her
orgasm was close.

"Oh God, let me feel your dick.  Yes.Yes.hurt my clit..fuck
me..yes Pussy YES!!!"

With that she clutched her tits and I felt her abs flex. She
locked her legs around my waist and shoved my cock deep inside
her.

"Unnnnnhhh.  OH GOD!!!!  YES!!!!"

Her pussy contracted over and again around my dick. I felt her
juices flow out and cover my balls.  The tension of her orgasm
was close to all that I could take.  When she finally relaxed, it
took me several deep breaths to be able to move without shooting
my load against her command.

My urgency waned and I pulled out of her.  My cock still so
swollen and throbbing.  My balls were full and heavy. I would
have done anything to cum.  But she had no intention of letting
me.

Lazily she called Jane to her side. She again gave her the keys.
"Let yourself out and clean up and relieve yourself.  Then put
the belt back on.  When Pussy's dick goes down, lock him up
again."

Jane did as told.  She was gone into the restroom for 15 or 20
minutes.  When she came back, my dick was relaxed enough and the
cage went back on.  We both sat quietly at Brittany's feet.  She
drifted off to sleep and napped for a couple of hours.  Jane and
I remained silent.  We did not even look each other in the eyes.
Brittany awoke, told us to stay put, and she would be right back.
 She appeared again after having cleaned up some.  She was
wrapped in my wife's favorite robe. It belonged her mistress now.

"I promised the two of you that I would explain your punishments
and now I am ready to.  The graph paper you see is a chart of
your demerits.  Every time you get a demerit, we will plot it on
this graph, so that we have no mix-ups.  As it stands now, Pussy,
you have one demerit from our first day together.  Slut, you have
one from that day and three from earlier today. So four total. 
Now when one of you reaches 25 demerits, I will give a punishment
to the other. Slut, since you have more demerits, I'll start with
you.  If you get 21 more demerits, I'm going to put on a 12"
strap-on dildo and fuck him in the ass every day for a week.  Now
Pussy, if you reach 25 demerits, that's where these four pictures
come into play.  You must pick one of these men.  Based on your
pick, Slut will be given to that man for one week.  They will be
free to use her however they want.  They can loan her out as they
wish.  No limits.  And just to let you know, one of them has
already promised me that he would turn her into a whore and have
her turn tricks on the street. Just to be fair, do you have any
questions?"

What could we say to that?  It hit me hard.  I had no desire to
be ask-fucked by anyone; yet, that was far better than what she
had described would happen to Jane.  It sure sounded like Jane
was going to become a common street whore.  Mistress had used the
word "if" about reaching 25 demerits, but somehow I knew "when"
would have been a better choice.  Our only option though was to
try and delay the inevitable.

 Chapter 12

Lisa and Kathy had pretty much disappeared from the scene.  Kathy
especially had not been heard from in several weeks. 
Unfortunately for her, we would hear from her again.  But not
yet.  Lisa was obviously instrumental in Jane's entrapment and
mine but she had given way to Brittany almost entirely.  That
trend continued through out this ordeal.  Yet, from time to time
she would make her appearances.  I grew to hate those events.  I
still don't know if it was just coincidence or planned by Lisa or
by Brittany, but every time Lisa showed up Jane and I suffered. 
Her visit during our first week of captivity was just such an
event.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday went normally enough.  At
various times Jane or I were called on to pleasure our mistress.
Jane was kept in her belt except for some times to stay hygienic.
 I was never allowed out of my cage.  By Friday, blue balls would
not begin to describe the condition my genitals were in.  I
needed to come badly, but could not have stroked my dick enough
to do it, even if I had been brave enough to disobey Brittany. 
Every erection was excruciating. Brittany enjoyed every one.  She
had me eat her out just so I'd get hard.  On Thursday, she even
let me suck of Jane's tits until I was hard again.  That was
worth the pain.  It was the first hint of intimacy we had all
week long.

On Friday, Brittany was out of school.  Jane and I were both off
of work.  The three of us spent the day at home together.  Make
that the four of us.  Lisa was also home from work.  Her husband
was not.  She arrived around 10:30 AM.  Brittany escorted her in.

"Well, Slut and Pussy, we have a visitor.  Mistress Lisa has come
by to play some.  Be good little pets and say hello to her."

"Hello," we replied together.

"Oh! Demerit time.  You get one demerit a piece. That should have
been hello..."

"Mistress Lisa," we replied on cue this time.

Lisa came over to us.  She was beaming with pride over what she
had helped create.

"Mmmmmm, Slut. That's a good name for you," she said as she
grabbed Jane and kissed her hard with a probing tongue entering
her mouth.  She broke off the French kiss and tossed Jane aside
with a painful twist and yank of her nipples.

"And Pussy, a good choice also.  I understand Brittany's has your
balls in a vice in a manner of speaking," she joked as she grab a
hold of my cage and pulled me to her.

"You keep them locked up all the time?" she asked Brittany.

"For the most part, yes.  I still think they'd fuck each other if
I left them free. And I know Pussy would have jacked-off by now.
I did let him out to fuck me a few days ago.  But I stopped him
short of cuming.  Wouldn't want him getting lazy on me.  You're
welcome to let them out, of course.  Just don't let him come.  I
have plans for that sperm."  With that Brittany tossed Lisa the
keys.


"I'll have the bitch first, I think.  On your feet, Slut."  Again
they kissed.  Lisa ran her hands down Jane's back and cupped her
full ass.  She whispered in her ear, "I've always thought you had
a great body.  Such a nice round ass and tits I'd kill for. 
There's just one thing I'd like to change."  She pushed Jane way
and knelt down in front of her. She unlocked her belt.  With the
belt gone Lisa grabbed her by the pubic hair and pulled it. She
cried out in pain.

"And that's it.  You've got way too much hair.  Its time to show
off your pussy.  Now that so many people can have you on demand
you need to do a better job promoting the goods.  Now go gather
up a razor and shaving cream and whatever. Then come right back."

Jane left the room on her errand.  Lisa stripped herself and
moved to the chair in the far corner of the living room, my old
chair.  She called me to her.  Her fingers were spreading her
pussy lips and left no doubt what she wanted.  I dutifully knelt
before her and ate her pussy.

When Jane returned she was told to lie in the middle of the room.
 I was given the job of preparing her to be shaved.  First, I
lifted her hips and underneath her ass spread a towel she had
brought back.  I then took a cloth and dipped it in a bowl of
warm water. I moistened the coarse hair and skin above her slit.
Moving slowly, I worked the wash cloth down between her legs. 
Applying some pressure, I could feel the folds of her vagina.  I
dipped the cloth again and moved farther down the length of her
pussy.  I stopped at her asshole and reluctantly removed my hand.
 Next came the shaving cream.  I sprayed a glob of the white
cream into my right hand.  With my left I collected a small
amount and applied the cream to the moistened areas.  I rubbed my
slick hand across her lower abdomen working the cream into every
strand of hair.  Getting another lump, my fingers slid down the
outer rim of her pussy.   My dick again strained against its
confinement as I felt the slickness of the cream in my hand
mingle with the moisture leaking for my wife's slit.  I wanted so
much to take her in my arms and claim her again as my own.  But
Lisa would have none of it.  Seeing that the preparations were
complete I was roughly pulled away from Jane's pussy.  That was
the last time I would touch those lips for a long time.

Lisa took the job of shaving for herself.  She started back
toward Jane's anus and worked her way forward.  She forced Slut's
leg in the air and made her pull her cheeks apart to get full
access.  The cream was melting and spreading thoroughly in Slut's
crack.  Lisa finished shaving what hair there was, but couldn't
resist the sight of the exposed ass.

"Pussy, have you ever fucked Slut in the ass?"

"Just once, mistress.  And then only a couple of inches deep. 
Slut does not like things in her ass much."

"Well, that just won't do at all for a true slut.  Pull her legs
up toward her head and hold them there."

I moved over and grabbed Slut by the ankles and pulled as my
mistress told me.  Slut was now on her back, bent at the waist
with her ankles pulled up and over by her shoulders.  Her ass was
high in the air.  She still held her cheeks as far apart as they
would spread.

Lisa turned the handle of the razor in her hand toward Slut.  She
spread the mixture of cream and Slut's juices all over the
handle.  With a gentle pressure the handle was pressed into
Slut's nearly virgin ass.  Lisa carefully slid the handle in and
out several times, but grew frustrated.

"This won't do at all.  I need something to fuck her with."

"Mistress," I spoke up, "she has a vibrator hidden under the end
table beside Mistress Brittany's bed."

"Very good, go get it."  I was back in just a moment.  Slut's
vibrator was about the size of an average dick.  The first few
inches were metal and then it tapered down some to a plastic
base.  With the vibrator still off, Mistress Lisa removed the
small razor handle and pressed the dry head of the vibrator
against Slut's rectum.  She let out a small moan as the gold tip
of her sex toy pressed past her hole.  Her mistress paid her no
attention.  Lisa pressed the vibrator deep into Slut.  Soon the
entire length of the shaft was firmly embedded in Slut's bowels.
Its tapered shape held the vibrator in place.  Slut squirmed hard
against my grip.  She had never been filled like this before. 
When Mistress Lisa saw that Slut was beginning to relax, she
turned the toy on high.  Slut's moans drowned out any hum her
intruder's motor made.

With her ass now full, I was dismissed.  Slut once again lay full
on her back.  Lisa freshened the cream on Slut's pubic hair. 
Slut could barely keep her hips still as the toy kept stimulating
her body.  Lisa shaved skillfully around the upper portion of
Slut's pussy and then made short work of the hair above her
pussy.

"Go wash up," Slut was told, "and make sure you hold that cock in
your ass."

Slut returned from her cleaning.  She kept her ass clinched as
she walked in, but held one hand on the base of the vibrator to
keep it from sliding up into her and disappearing.  Her hairless
crouch was a new sight for me.  I liked it.  It made her look
younger and more innocent.

"Now you look like a good slut.  Just lay back down and fuck your
ass for a while.  I'm going to play with Pussy for a bit."

Mistress Lisa released my dick from its cage.  "Fuck me from
behind. But you may not cum."

Lisa got on all fours over Slut.  Her mouth hung directly over
Slut's titties.  I knew I was in trouble. There was no way I was
going to last through this fuck without cuming.  A week and a
half of constant stimulation with no release had my dick ready to
explode.  But fingering Slut earlier, watching her fuck her own
ass now, feeling my Mistress' cunt slide down my length, watching
her ass shake with each impaling thrust, and hearing the smack of
her cheeks against my body - well, it all added up to just too
much.

I struggled from the moment I felt my swollen head press into her
sex.  I held on for a few thrusts.  But then Mistress leaned down
and began to suck on Slut's tits.  This final scene was the last
straw.  I pulled out as quickly as I could.  I pinched down on
the shaft of my cock, trying to hold back the flood.  All that
did was to make the first squirt that much larger.  Lisa felt me
withdraw and lifted and turned her head toward me.  Her face was
now in a perfect position to be soaked in cum.

Semen shot from my dick and landing hard against my mistress'
left cheek.  I kept cuming and left an unbroken trail of my seed
down her shoulders and back and ass.  The room fell silent for a
moment.  I had almost forgotten that Brittany was still there. 
But her enraged gate as she crossed the room brought her back to
my attention.  Her hand struck squarely across my cheekbone. I
fell over to the floor

"You stupid pussy!!  I told you not to cum.  Mistress Lisa told
you not cum. But you disobeyed both of us.  What do you think I
should do to you?  You've got to pay for this insolence.  The
first thing you're going to do is beg Mistress Lisa to forgive
you. . . . NOW!"

"Mistress, I am so sorry.  Please forgive me.  You let me touch
your beautiful body and I messed up.  I don't deserve to be able
to give you pleasure. What can I do to fix it, Mistress?  Please,
I beg you to forgive me."

Lisa paused for a moment, "You can start by cleaning your mess
off of me."  I reached for a towel.

"No, no.  No towels.  Just use your tongue."

After I came she had laid down flat on top of slut.  My cum had
begun to spread across the small of her back and cover the skin
between her shoulder blades.  I started licking just above the
top of her ass.  I had never tasted semen before that day.  It
tasted just like I imagined.  It was thick on my tongue.  The
salty flavor clung to my throat as I made my way up Lisa's
glistening back.  The feeling was one of utter humiliation. 
Being ordered to eat my own cum off of my mistress coupled with
the anxiety of the unknown punishment - a punishment that would
ultimately hurt my wife and that would be coming because of a
lack of self-control on my part - was a degradation I had never
felt before.  I feared the taste of my cum would be a faint
memory long before the effects of my failures stopped assaulting
my precious bride.  I had failed her again.

I continued to ponder my situation as I licked the final drops of
cum from Lisa's shoulders.  Her face was still covered in my
failure.  With her head resting on Slut's chest, I sucked the cum
from her cheek.  I licked lightly across her lips removing the
final drops from her face.  Slut's right breast rose just next to
these lips and my tongue.  I could see clearly her nipple rise
gracefully from it base.  My mind reflected on how that nipple
had so captivated my attention some 15 years ago and how I
possessed them the first time without hesitation or fear of
rejection.  But now, I was just inches from the same treasure,
but dared not to move toward it.  My lack of control was already
going to cost her dearly, I feared, I was not going to chance
harming her more by acting on impulse.  I knew that for the
moment, Brittany had won.

 Chapter 13

Brittany did not allow my moment of reflection to linger.  I felt
the hair on the back of my head being pulled and rose to my knees
immediately.  Lisa rolled off to Slut's side.

"Slut, on your knees beside Pussy," Brittany barked. She rose,
crawled to my side and sat on her knees as commanded.

Brittany began, "Pussy, what you have done is without excuse. 
You are only fit to be my servant when you can present me with a
hard dick when I want one.  Can you give me no hard dick now?"

I looked down at my now relieved and limp penis, "No, Mistress I
can not."

"Well then, here's what's going to happen.  I want to see `my'
dick hard.  And since you can't give it to me, I'm going to start
charging you demerits.  You get one demerit a minute until you
are fully erect again.  Your time starts now."

Her punishment was ingenious.  It played on the feeling of
failure that had been running through me since the orgasm.  I
felt as if I had failed Slut by getting too aroused, and now the
charges against her would mount until my arousal returned.  I
don't know if Brittany intended the punishment to have that
effect on me, but from my perspective it did not matter.

My mind raced over the totals quickly.  I had one demerit when
the day began.  Brittany had assigned another when I failed to
greet Lisa properly.   Slut's punishment began at 25 demerits. 
That gave me 22 minutes to stand tall again.  At 18 years of age,
there would have been no challenge. My wife would have been in
the clear.  But now, passed 30, I wasn't so sure.  Any man that
tells you he can get hard as quickly and as often at 32 years of
age as he did when a teenager is simply a liar.  I knew that.  I
hoped it had helped that I had had only one orgasm compared to a
week's stimulation.  I hoped at least.

I began stroking at 11:27 AM.  My hand pumped furiously on my
spent penis.  For the first several minutes, there was no
response.  My wife sat quietly beside me.  I could hear faintly
the hum of the vibrator still buried deep in her ass.  Lisa,
still naked, sat next to Brittany on the couch across the room. 
She had not cum during our brief intercourse that led to this. 
Perhaps it was that need which caused her to stroke her pussy
mindlessly. Nothing, however, in the room helped.  My dick
remained soft in my palm.

The clock read 11:37.  My wife now had a total of 12 demerits
against her.  11:49 was my mark.  I had to do whatever it took to
be erect in 12 minutes or less.  My arms tired quickly.  I had
switch off hands often.  A feeling of desperation was taking
hold.  My cock was dead.  A less than 30-minute turn around was
too much to ask, I feared.  I began to believe that I would fail
her again.

The red lights of the digital clock showed I had but four minutes
left.  It was 11:45.  My arms were weary from their unexpected
workout.  The skin on my shaft was red and puffy from such a
brutal attack.  Yet, as the final light of hope faded, I felt the
first twitching - the first signs of life.

Another minute passed and then another.  My dick was stiffening,
but it was not enough.  I closed my eyes and tried to focus on
Slut.  My dick had always responded to her.  As the seconds
ticked on toward her fate, I tried to remember the first sight of
her body, the first feel of her lips on mine, the first taste of
her pussy.  It was those thoughts, the memories of that beautiful
creature that had given herself to me, not thoughts of some other
woman or some fantasy that brought my dick to a full arousal.  I
was now fully erect.  Lost in my daydream, I was no longer sure
of the time.  Cautiously, I opened my eyes - 11:49 AM.  I had
done it.  Exactly 22 minutes and I was hard.  If my math were
correct, my greatest treasure would be spared another day.

Brittany rose from the couch.  "Well, that's better.  I like to
see my slave with a hard dick in his hand.  Let's see, 22
minutes.  That's 22 demerits charged against you.  I think its
time we add everything up."

Brittany went to the wall on which the pictures and the charts
hung.  "Well, Slut had four demerits before the day began.  She
got one more for not addressing Lisa as mistress.  So she has a
total of five.  Pussy, well, you've got several more.  You
started with just one today.  You got one also for not saying
`mistress.'  That's two.  And just now 22 demerits for your major
mess up earlier.  That's 24 so far."

I relaxed for a moment inside.  Slut had escaped.  I had not
failed her.

" . . .but there is another matter," Brittany continued, "I
noticed earlier that when Mistress Lisa was fucking Slut's ass
with the razor you spoke up and told her where the vibrator was.
That's was so helpful of you . . ."

Again, a glimmer of hope was there.  Maybe she would take a
demerit away.

"It was helpful, but it was also an act of disobedience.  I told
you on our first day together that you were not to speak and
unless spoken to.  Mistress Lisa did not direct her request
specifically to you.  So, I'm sorry to say, but I'm going to have
to give you one more demerit.  That makes 25."

In an instant, my heart sank again.  There was no hope in this
room.  I could not see how there would ever be any.  I had failed
my wife again.  I knew that she would soon be the complete
possession of another man.  And I would choose the man who would
own the woman that once was my bride.

 Chapter 14

I stared at the four pictures that hung on the wall.  I had
helped hang them just about a week ago.  Now I would choose one
to be the first man besides me to reap the treasures of my wife's
body.    Brittany and Lisa and dismissed themselves to eat some
lunch.  Before she left, she told me about the four men.

The first picture was of Tony.  Like all the men, he was single.
He was a lawyer working mainly civil cases for the firm at which
Brittany worked part-time.  Although I could not tell from the
picture, Brittany said he was 27 years old.  He had jet-black
hair, olive skin, and dark eyes.  I never got a last name, but he
seemed of Eastern European descent.  He stood about 6 feet and
weighed about 180 lbs.

Moving left across the wall, Gary was next.  Gary was a fellow
student with Brittany.  He was a year ahead of her and about 25
years old.  He was the most intimidating of the group.  Easily
over 6 feet and pushing 240 pounds, I was certain he had stories
of conquest both on the athletic field and in the bedroom.  He
was one of those annoying men that come from the deep end of the
gene pool.  God had just given him every physical gift.

Next was Walter.  He was the only one of African descent. 
Interracial relationships had no stigma with me.  Other than my
wife the best friend I have in the world is black.  He is the
other preacher where I preach.  We met in school and have been
knit together since.  It was his influence that led me to the
church where I then worked.  That church was about 80% black. 
Walter's race was not what stopped me.  It was the regal quality
that came through the photograph.  Physically, he was just an
average man. But he was a refined one.  His suit was impeccable.
The decade old Mercedes in the background was not a junker he had
bought to appear more powerful.  It was a token of his precision.
 It too was perfect.  The paint was flawless.  There was no dirt
to be seen on the body or wheels.  He was an organized man, one
who would take his time to get what he wanted.

The last was Robert.  He was the smallest of the group, about my
size.  He too was a lawyer at Brittany's firm.  He worked mainly
criminal cases.  At 30, he was the oldest of the men.  He like
the other men was clearly a professional.  His hair was brown and
cut short.  He could have been one of a million young
professionals.  There was nothing outstanding about him.  Maybe
that's why I chose him.  All of the others had something that I
didn't.  Something that I secretly feared might appeal to the
woman I was giving them.  My choice was made.  Robert appeared to
be the least capable of tempting my bride.  What I would soon
learn was that he was also the most dangerous.

Brittany entered after lunch, "Well, Pussy who's it going to be?"

I never looked up, "Mistress, I choose Robert."

"You choose Robert to do what?"

"I choose Robert to take Slut and make her his own, Mistress."

"Very good.  I'll call him right now and see when he can be
here."

She patted me on the head as she walked past me to my old chair.
She sat down and called Robert on the nearby phone.  The
conversation was brief and to the point.  Robert was at work and
could not leave early.  He would arrive at 6:00 PM - about 5
hours later.  Brittany hung up the phone and spoke to Slut; "Your
new master will be here this evening.  He's going to take you
right out, as he has plans already this evening.  So, we have to
get you ready to go out tonight."

The three ladies readied themselves to go to the store.  Slut was
again allowed only a white T-shirt and shorts.  She wore no
underwear.  I was locked in my cage again and left alone.

They returned about 4:30, but disappeared again into the bedrooms
upstairs.  They took about an hour getting Slut ready for her
coming master.  She was a different woman when she came
downstairs.  They had dressed her as the pet she was going to be
that night.  Her hair was teased and looked like it belonged in
the 80's or early 90's or perhaps on a whore, which I guessed,
was the point.  Her make-up was put on far more heavily than I
had ever seen.

Her dress stood in contrast to her face.  It was certainly a
revealing number, but it was more classy than slutty.  The dress
was black. It was shorter than she ever wore, coming to
mid-thigh.  The neckline was open to reveal the beginnings of her
breasts.  However, the back almost completely open.  It was the
kind of dress, I had always wanted her to wear, but in which I
knew she was not comfortable.  She would have thought it too
revealing.  She would have complained about the sag of her
breasts or the 5 pounds she would have like to lose.  I would
have just thought she looked beautiful.  And she did then.  Her
legs were encased in black stockings.  I assumed garters held
them up.  As I looked more closely, I could just make out the
line of her belt around her hips.  It was then that I noticed the
key hanging from a gold chain around her neck.  It fell between
her breasts and came to rest just above the drop of the dress'
neckline.  She was a present, just waiting to be unwrapped.

The doorbell rang promptly at 6:00 PM.  Lisa led Robert into the
living room.  I was sitting at Brittany's feet by her new throne,
my old chair.  Robert crossed the room to her.  Ignoring my
presence, he bent down and kissed Brittany on the cheek.

"Take a seat.  Your new toy will be right with you," Brittany
motioned and he took a seat on the couch."

Slut had been hidden when the doorbell rang, so that she could
make an appropriate entrance.  Lisa had excused herself after
directing Robert in. She waited several minutes to help build his
anticipation.  Being on the couch, his back was to her as she
entered.  Slut moved slowly around the couch and into his vision.
 She kneeled before him and placed her forehead on his knee.

"Master, My name is `Slut.'  I have no greater joy in my life,
than pleasing you.  How may I begin my service to you?"  I
couldn't tell if her statement was the product of coaching or
true desire.  Either way, she player her part well.

He replied, "Stand up and let me get a good look at you."

She stood slowly.  On his command, she turned so he could see her
from all sides. She finished her display, "Take off the dress so
I can get a quick look."

As if it were natural for her to do so, she calmly lifted the
dress over her head.  She spread the dress on the arm of the
couch.  Now naked except for her belt, the stockings and heels
she wore, she turned again showing him her tits and ass.

"Well, you're no lair, Brittany," he commented, "She is a nice
piece of ass.  The tits could stand to be a bit bigger.  She
needs to hit the gym, lose a few pounds and firm up a bit.  But
nothing we can't handle."

His evaluation of my wife's body was cold and matter of fact.  It
was if he were judging a horse on the auction block.

When she turned her ass toward him again he told her to stop. 
"Bend over and spread your ass cheeks."  Again she obeyed without
pause.

Her body was now fully exposed to him.  "Slide a finger in your
pussy."

Her index on her left hand slipped from view.  "Yes, she'll do
just nicely.  Yep, need to firm this ass up some.  But
everything's in place here.  Looks like a willing pussy and tight
ass.  Give me a month with her and she'll earn a fair price."

With his evaluation complete, Slut dressed again.  A quick hug
was exchanged between Brittany and Robert.  She handed him a
video camera and a box of tapes.

"Remember, you have just one week this time.  She needs to be
back here next Friday at dinner. And also, make sure you tape
everything so we can watch it when you get back."

"No problem," Robert answered.  He grabbed Slut by the left hand
and began to leave. He paused.  He looked down at her hand.  He
took hold of her ring finger and slipped off the tokens of her
former life.  For the first time he acknowledged my presence, 
"Here Pussy, she won't be needing these anymore."

As the rings fell to the floor between my legs, he turned and
left with my wife.  She never even looked back. The ominous tone
of Robert's critique of my wife ate away my peace all week.  I
had completely failed her.

 Chapter 15

A season in hell - Those are the only words that come to mind as
I try to describe the week following Robert's appearance.
Brittany left me alone for most of the week.  The house was
empty.  Its silence was painful.  Solitude only worsened my mood.
 I had more time to consider the course of my life.  I had
opportunity to wallow in my feelings of guilt for having failed
in my duties to my wife.  I had forsaken my principles.  My
dignity was gone.  I sat in despair - alone, naked and caged.

In the absence of any information, my imagination was free to
create images at will.  Those scenes served only to speed my
descent into self-pity.  It was worst at night.  It was those
times, in former days, that I would have slid into bed and
slipped my arms around my wife.  I would have cupped her breast
in the palm of my hand and drifted off to sleep with her body
pressed against mine.  But during that week, I just imagined how
another man was using those same breasts.  I imagined his fingers
rolling over her nipples.  I could see her body pressed against
his and his penis buried deeply inside her.  My response to those
thoughts was physically and emotionally painful.  Each time the
fantasies entered my head, my dick responded.  It grew and
pressed hard against the rings of my cage.  And as I struggled
with my bondage, my heart would sink.  Guilt would fill my
thoughts of allowing another to have her.  Shame enclosed around
me as my arousal at those thoughts filled the confines of my
manhood's prison.  Every night that week I fell asleep suffering
the effects of that mental struggle.

I awoke Friday morning to the sound of the telephone.  It was my
mistress.  I was charged with cleaning and preparing a meal for
Slut's return.  I spent the day fulfilling my tasks.  The house
was basically clean, as I was its only inhabitant that week. 
Dinner was more problematic.  I have never been much of a cook,
but after several aborted attempts I laid out a modest spread.

Brittany arrived first at around 4:30 PM.  To my surprise she
found nothing wrong with my work.  After settling into her chair,
she called Lisa.  Lisa arrived in short measure.  She sat on the
couch opposite Brittany.  While we waited, I served my mistresses
drinks.    When finally the front door opened, my heart froze.  I
long to see Slut, but I feared how she might have been changed.

Robert entered the living room first.  He greeted the two ladies
cheerfully and took a seat beside Lisa.  I heard Slut shuffling
with bags by the door for a few moments.  After that delay, she
appeared from around the corner.  Her eyes - that was the first
thing I noticed.  She locked them onto Robert and they never
wandered as she walked to him.  There was no glance at all my
way.  There was no indication that she even saw me in the room. 
Her fixation on him told me more than I wanted to know.

She had become his slut.  And he dressed her for the part.  The
skin-tight, low-cut blouse, the mini-skirt that barely covered
her ass, and the high-heeled boots made her look every bit the
part of the typically whore.  My God, she did look incredible. 
There was the sensuality that I had always knew was there, but
which she always kept hidden and it was now on display. Again, I
felt the pressure of an erection against my cage, as I looked at
her take her place on his knee.

"So how did she do?" Brittany began.

"She was a little head-strong early in the week, but after a
little instruction she was an eager student."  Robert said with a
good amount of pride.  "She did earn a few demerits.  I gave her
a report to go over with you that will explain all the details. 
I'm sorry, but I can't stay this evening. I've got a meeting with
a client.  The camera and the tapes are by the door.  She's been
instructed to go over everything with you."

Robert rose to his feet.  Slut knelt down in front of him and
kissed his hand. Patting her on the head, he said, "See you
ladies later.  Don't forget your chores, Slut."  With that he
excused himself.

With Robert gone, Brittany and Lisa wanted dinner.  I served them
as Slut knelt beside our mistress.  We were not allowed to eat. 
Dinner moved quickly, as Brittany was eager to view the box full
of tapes Robert had left.    After dinner, I cleaned up as Slut
prepared the videos in the living room.

"Before we watch the tapes, Slut I need to see the report Robert
gave you."

She reached into the box of tapes a retrieved a piece of legal
paper and delivered it to Brittany.  "Well, it looks like there
are counts here of unauthorized talking, not showing proper
respect, and, Oh, a five demerit count of sexual misconduct. 
Looks like about 15 demerits altogether.  That puts you at 20."

Brittany went to the wall and made the proper notion on Slut's
chart.  "Now, Slut put in the tape and we'll get started.  And
you can just stand there by the screen and narrate as we need
it."

Brittany turned to me, "Pussy this doesn't concern you.  Go to
your room and stay there until I call for you."

"Yes, mistress."

My basement bedroom was directly beneath the living room.  As the
night progressed I could hear muffled sounds from the tapes
coming from the floor above.  Much of the tape was too low for me
to hear; yet, portions were much more distinguishable. I heard my
wife yell out often.  It may have been in pain or pleasure. The
sounds are often close.  She was begging to be fucked - whether
at Robert's command or her own will, I couldn't tell.

The three ladies watched the tapes well into the early morning on
Saturday.  Finally, as dawn broke, Slut appeared in the door to
our room.  I had not slept at all.  The sounds of her "training"
had kept sleep far from me.  Those sounds of her being used had
also kept me erect most of the night, just as I was when she
walked in the room.  The swollen flesh of my dick protruded
through the rings of its prison.  My arousal was impossible to
hide.  She knew immediately my thoughts about her ordeal.  Her
eyes broke their contact with me as soon as she saw my state.  We
did not speak at all as she climbed onto her bedding.  She
drifted off to sleep and I lay on my bed at a loss for words and
hope.

 Chapter 16

Brittany wanted breakfast.  I was to be her cook.  Slut had been
doing this for the house, but she was now busy elsewhere.  My
lack of sleep the night before, certainly did not help my
performance in the kitchen early that Saturday.  Breakfast did
not meet my mistress' approval.  I was too slow in cooking it. 
The eggs were overcooked.  Her coffee was too strong.  The list
just went on and on.

By 10:00 AM, I had already gotten 10 demerits.  It soon was clear
to me that Brittany intended to keeping adding to my total.  She
was merciless.  My total number of demerits climbed steadily
through the morning.  By the time I finished serving lunch my
total stood at 21.  Just 4 more demerits and Slut would spend
another week with Robert.

Slut made her first appearance just after lunch.  I was summarily
dismissed to my room.  The ladies took up watching the tapes
again.  The sounds of sex were relentless above my head.  My wife
was being fucked incessantly.  Unless Robert had incredible
stamina, there had to be other men involved in her abuse. 
Whatever voices there were on the tape they were too well
disguised by the floor above me.  But Slut's voice I knew.  She
was moaning and calling out to be fucked harder.  She continued
to beg for her assault to continue.  Again, I felt the
uncomfortable pressure of my prick responding to her pleas.

Slut threw some food in my room around dinnertime.  She left
quickly.  We still had not spoken or even exchanged a lasting
glance.  Saturday night then continued much as Friday had.  The
videos played until well into the night.  Slut returned to our
room and silently crawled into her bed.

Sunday was a difficult day.  Through it all both Brittany and
Lisa had seen to it that Slut and I kept up appearances at
worship.  We sat beside each other as a loving couple.  I
preached as I did every week.  Social conventions demanded that
she and I talk in that setting.  It was indeed awkward.  We
exchanged pleasantries in front of others.  But I was longing to
ask her about her ordeal. My heart was crying out to know if she
still respected me.  I wanted her to know that the shame I felt
over failing her in every way.  But under the watchful eyes of
our two guardians, none of that was possible.

The difficulties continued back at home.  Within an hour (I had
to serve Sunday lunch after all), I had received the four
demerits I lacked to insure that Robert would come collect Slut
again this week.  And so, Brittany placed the call. Robert was
coming over immediately to collect his prize.

He let himself in without knocking and strode directly to the
couch in the living room.  Slut walked to him immediately, knelt
down and placed her head on his lap.  Robert and Brittany
exchange small talk for a while.  Eventually the conversation
turned to how well things appeared to be going with Slut. Robert
spoke proudly about her progress and how much he was looking
forward to this week.  The growing bulge in his pants was
evident.  He adjusted himself a couple of times before standing.

"Pussy, take this key and unlock Slut's belt for me."

I did as commanded.  She stood to give me access to her and I
knelt in front of her.  My hands were shaky and opening the lock
took longer than it should have.  I didn't mind.  This was as
close to her as I had been in some time.  I dared not let my
hands touch her beyond the belt, so I breathed in deeply.  The
fragrance of her body mingled with the smell of her arousal
triggered familiar emotions. I wanted so much to make her mine
again.  Robert had different thoughts.

Once her belt was removed, Robert spoke again.  "Slut, bend
over."  She placed her hands down on the coffee table and bent at
the waist.  Her ass stuck out in a perfect fucking position.

"Pussy, take my clothes off."  I certainly did not like where
this was heading, but lacked the will to stop it.  Item by item I
did as told.  Soon he only his boxers were left.  With a quick
grab and tug, his boxers fell to the floor and his cock popped up
before my face. To my relief, he was no larger than I am.  We had
similar builds and it included dick size.

"Grab my cock and stick it your wife's pussy."

The humiliation was just too much.  I began to cry as I reached
out and took hold of another man's penis.  I pulled gently and
Robert took the small steps necessary to align himself behind
Slut's opening.  He mocked me as we moved together.  He made sure
that Slut was looking back between her legs to see my
degradation.  A flash went off capturing the scene as the tears
rolled down my face.

With my guidance, the head of his dick reached my bride's lips. 
It slipped smoothly between the folds and entered her pussy. She
was ready for him.  I started to remove my hand, but was quickly
rebuked.  Robert wanted me to feel this fucking.  So my hands lay
flat against his pelvis.  With each thrust I could feel Slut
wetness slap against the back of my hand.  I could feel Robert
grind against her ass at the bottom of each mating.

His fucking was quick and hard.  Slut began to cry out and beg to
be used just like I had heard on the tapes all weekend long.  She
had always been so quiet during our lovemaking.  She always got
even quieter as her orgasm approached.  But not now.  Her cries
filled the room and my ears.  Her screams as she came let us all
know of her climax.  She pressed hard against Robert and my
trapped hand.  Her hips rolled against the resistance of his
dick.

I felt Robert begin to stiffen.  His hands reached around her ass
and pulled her tightly toward him.  The shaft of his penis ran
between my thumb and index finger.  I felt his orgasm come.  His
shaft pulsed in my hand.  I felt the semen shoot past my fingers
and deep inside Slut.  He shot five or six more streams before
finishing.

Without prompting, she turned off of her new master.  He shoved
me aside and to the floor.  I watched through continuing tears as
she licked his prick clean while his cum oozed from her pussy.

"See Pussy, this is my bitch now. She lives to fuck my dick. 
You're worthless to her.  Tell him, Slut.  Look him in his cry
baby, pussy eyes and tell him."

She let his cock pop from her mouth.  She turned her head and
rubbed his softening member against her cheek.  Her eyes met
mine.  Through my tears, we exchanged stares for just a moment. 
She spoke.

"He's right Pussy.  I serve him now.  I love his dick inside me.
You can't do anything for me.  You can't provide for me. You
can't hold me. You can't love me.  You can't protect me at all. 
Master can."

"Tell him who you love" Robert commanded.

"I love my Master."  She replied without her eyes leaving me.

With her task done, she returned her attention to Robert's penis.
 She followed it as he again took a seat on the couch.  With his
juices running down her thighs, she knelt over the couch and
continued her task.

I just felt numb.  She had said those things so calmly - so
dispassionately.  There were no tears.  It just couldn't be.  I
had always thought her to be too strong of a woman.  I had always
believed our love could stand any test.  But her attitude toward
me was so cold that my faith in those beliefs was shaken.  I just
sat on the floor and cried.

After a few minutes, Robert told Slut to go gather her things. 
She appeared again in the same outfit in which she had come home
two days ago.  Slut went to pick up her chastity belt, which was
still on the floor near my feet where I had dropped it.

"Don't worry about that Slut.  You won't be needing it while you
are with me.  We'll let Pussy have it all week."

In a moment they had gone.  I was left alone to face another week
of uncertainty - another week of remorse.  With each passing day,
whatever pride I once had was being stripped away.

 Chapter 17

The ability that people have to adapt to hard times is
remarkable.  For the next several weeks, our lives fell in to a
basic routine.  Slut would spend the week with Robert.  He would
return her each Friday night.  Mistress Brittany and she would
review the tapes of that week, while I was relegated to listening
through the floor from the basement.  Each Saturday and Sunday,
Brittany would quickly add demerits to my account to ensure that
by Sunday evening Robert would be taking possession of Slut
again.  The whole demerit system had become a farce.  Its only
purpose seemed to be to reinforce that my wife's plight was my
own fault. The same feelings of shame and failure that had hit me
so hard initially were still there.  However, somehow I adapted.
I put up emotional barriers to prevent me from dwelling on my
shortcomings.  I detached from the situation.  I guess I became
more like a puppet than a person.  After all, this was all beyond
my control or so I told myself.  I guess I had just resigned to
defeat.  I quit fighting.

I don't know how Slut was handling it.  She sounded enthusiastic
from what I could hear on the tapes.  Occasionally, Robert or
Brittany would have sex with her at the house.  Usually, I was
forced to watch.  During those times she seemed to be an equal
participant.  I thought that sometimes I would catch a look of
sadness on her face or that when we made eye contact that there
was a longing for me to help her; but I was never sure.  Even if
those looks were there, I didn't want to admit it.  I was simply
too weak to help at this point.  I was living up to the name my
mistress had given me.

Physically, Slut was changing.  Robert had made some critical
comments about her body when they first met.  It seemed that he
had set out to correct the flaws he saw in her.  She had lost
weight.  I thought perhaps a bit too much.  But I guess Robert
liked it.  The biggest change was that she had gotten harder.  He
must have been making her work out.  I guessed she was doing some
weight training.  I had never seen her with such good muscle
tone.  In that way, she looked better than ever.  Her arms and
legs had a youthful firmness that was stunning.  Robert took her
away and brought her home in ass length minis and high heels. 
Dressed that way, any man would pay for a piece of her.  This new
fitness routine had caused her breasts to shrink.  At least they
looked smaller to me.  She had shed a good deal of fat and it
effected her breasts.  I have always been obsessed with her tits
and always thought a few extra pounds was a nice trade for the
fullness that came along with them.  She looked different.  But
on the whole, it was incredible.  My wife has always been a
beautiful woman.  Robert looked to be enjoying that fact.

Life continued pretty much that way for a couple of months.  I
was never allowed to cum and rarely loosed from my cage. 
Brittany would make me make her come after work most days.  I
would have dinner ready for her.  She usually wanted a massage or
some other form of pampering.  Most nights I would eat her out or
fuck her with a dildo.  Once or twice in those months she let me
use my dick on her.  But I was under threat of death not to have
an orgasm so it was difficult to enjoy the freedom.

I think she mostly became bored of me.   I had offered no
resistance since early in our relationship.  The challenge was
gone for her.  Robert and Slut were far more interesting.  I
became little more than a token possession.

It was around that time that Lisa made another appearance at my
house.  During this routine period, I of course had seen her
often.  On the rare occasion I was allowed to go to my office,
she was there.  At some point during the day, I would pay her
pussy the appropriate attention with my tongue.  But other than
that, Lisa had stayed pretty much to her own.  So her appearance
at my door on a Friday afternoon told me something was up.

She and Brittany greeted each other with a hug.  They moved to
the living room and took their usual seats.

"Pussy, we have to go out tonight and you are coming with us.  So
after you serve us dinner, go put on some clothes and get ready
to go."

"Mistress, will Master Robert and Slut be here for dinner as
well?"

"No, just the two of us."

So I did as told. Dinner was on the table in a little over an
hour.  My mistresses sat down to eat and I left for my room to
get dressed.  A few minutes later, I returned and took my place
by Brittany's feet.  It actually felt odd wearing clothing around
her.  It happened so infrequently.  I expected her to punish me
for my selection of clothes, but she paid little attention to me.

We did not leave as soon I as expected.  The ladies ate for some
time and then sat and sipped wine while talking well into the
evening hours.  Around 10:00 PM, Brittany ushered me to the car.
I drove while they both took their places in the back seat. 
Brittany gave me a sheet with directions on how to get to our
location.  I did not recognize the specific address, but I could
tell we were heading downtown.  The drive took about 45 minutes.
I finally found the proper location.  It was a pawnshop in a
rather seedy part of town.  I parked out front on the side of the
street.  As I started to get out to open the door for Brittany,
she spoke, "Sit still Pussy.  We're waiting for someone."

The minutes passed slowly.  I could not imagine what we were
doing here. My curiosity was killing me.  It had been a while
since anything new happened, and that worried me.  The fact that
Lisa was along for the ride after such a long absence did not
help matters any.

After 30 minutes a car pulled in behind us. A man got out from
the passenger side and made his way to the front door of my car.
The opened the door it took a seat beside me.  It was Robert. 
Now everyone was here - except Slut.

"Good evening ladies," Robert began, "Everything is ready.  If
you'll keep your eyes on the corner across the street the show
should begin any moment."

I looked in the direction he indicated and waited with the rest.
A few moments later, a woman appeared from around the corner.  I
knew in an instant that it was Slut.  She was dressed as I had
seen her every Friday for the past several weeks.  She wore heels
that had to be at least 4 inches high.  Fish net stockings
encased her ever more shapely calves and thighs.  A tight red
leather mini barely covered her full and firm ass.  Her silk
blouse was unbuttoned but tied in a small knot at her belly
button.  This brought the beginning of the swell of her breasts
well into view and the revealed the skin of her abdomen down to
her waist.

She looked like what she was now called.  She could have been any
whore walking the streets in any city of America.  After giving
me time to take in the scene, Robert spoke,

"Well Pussy, you are in for a special treat tonight.  Your sweet,
innocent, preacher's wife is about to become a professional
whore.  All the time she's spent with me, I've been training her
to walk the streets like a pro.  I've run her through the drill
with me several times.  I brought her down to this street, put
her out on the corner, pulled around the block and then came back
and had her proposition me.  If she did well, I'd fuck her and
pay her.  Once she got used to me.  I introduced her to some of
my friends.  She fucked each of them several times at my house,
just to get to know them.  Then I put her out here for several
nights and had one of them come pick her up.  She never knew
which one was coming.  It took her some time to learn the trade,
but I think she's got it now.  Tonight then is her debut.  I
don't have anyone set to come pick her up. She's going to get a
john by herself."

I was stunned.  It was one of those things that you deny is
happening even though it is right in front of you.  I was not
prepared for this. I stared blankly out the window at Slut.  She
was walking slowly back and forth between two lampposts.  A flood
of thoughts and emotions came pouring through my mind.  There was
no time to process everything.

Robert continued, "So you see, I've given her a start on a new
career and she owes me.  All of the time and energy I've expended
on her in the last two months.  Well, that has a value.  She is
going to have to pay me back.  I guess she owes me about $10,000
for her training.  At $100 a trick, well $50 after my cut, that
should be about 200 guys she has to fuck.  And of course, she'll
half to pay for any other expenses along the way.  So if she does
well, Pussy, I'll be done with her in about six months.  After
that you can have your used up whore for all I care."

As he finished his announcement, it all began to happen.  An
early nineties Honda Accord approached.  It slowed as it entered
the block my wife was walking.  The driver pulled to the curve
and stopped when he came along side her.  She approached the car
and leaned into the window.  Several seconds past as the
negotiations ran their course.  She must have learned her lessons
well enough.  She opened the door and slid into the stranger's
car.  He pulled away.  I was told to turn and follow them.  The
driver went only a short distance he found an empty lot and
pulled in.  I parked just outside the lot on the street.  The
distance between our cars was short enough to allow a descent
view into the Honda.

Things began slowly at first.  There was some talk exchanged and
then finally money.  Once the cash was in her hand she went to
work.  Her head disappeared below the seat backs.  I could only
imagine that her skillful mouth was working on the man's dick. 
Her head popped into view a few times, but quickly dove back down
as she sucked the length of his shaft into her mouth.

In time, she came back up into view.  I could see her untie the
knot in her blouse and push it aside revealing her chest to the
man's view.  His large hands grabbed the free tits eagerly.  She
climbed over to his side of the car.  She straddled him as best
she could in the modest confines of the car.  After several
seconds of squirming, his dick must have found its mark.  She
lowered herself onto his rod. Her body began bouncing up and
down.  She was fucking this man hard and fast.  She was either
very aroused or seeking to end this quickly.  He pushed her back
against the steering wheel exposing her tits again. His hands
pushed her erect nipples up toward his mouth. I could barely see
his tongue reach for the small mounds through the windows, which
were rapidly covering with steam.

His assault on her mounds was about the last image I saw of the
two lovers.  The steam on the windows had grown too thick and
camouflaged their actions.  All I could see was the rocking of
the small sedan on its suspension. He lasted a good 10 minutes
with her before the ride stopped.  A few seconds more past,
before she emerged.  She held her blouse in her hand.  She stood
tall and smoothed her skirt down again covering her wet pussy and
ass.  She stuck some cash in the waist of her skirt and then set
out to cover her chest with the wrinkled blouse.

Her hair was a bit messy and her make-up smeared.  But she looked
none the worse for her first real trick.  She walked briskly back
to her corner and took up post there again.  We followed her back
and parked again just down the street from her location.  She did
not have to wait long.  It was a full size van this time.  In it
were 3 Hispanic men.  Their vehicle came to a screeching stop
when they saw her.  The negotiation took a little longer this
time, but the result was the same. She was soon climbing into the
van through the sliding door.

Again I followed as they pulled away. They drove farther than the
other man had, but finally pulled into the kind of hotel that one
can imagine receives a lot of this kind of business.  Apparently,
my wife had arranged this spot, as they pulled the van straight
to a room.  She emerged from the van first.  Her blouse was
already hanging loose.  Two men from the back followed her.  Both
had erections sticking through the open zippers of their pants. 
She produced a key and led the foursome into the room.

"Come on and get out," Robert said as we parked.  He led us to
the room adjacent to my wife's.  Once inside, we saw a monitor. 
Robert turned on the screen and we were greeted by a view of the
room in question.  The picture was grainy, so I can only assume
he had placed a small surveillance camera in her room earlier in
the day.  Our view faced the king-sized bed of the room and
showed the length of the room.

Robert adjusted the knobs on the monitor.  This time we would
have sound.  It was soon clear that these men had hired her for
the night.  Three men, overnight - she charged them $500 plus the
cost of the room.  They agreed to her terms and handed her the
money.  Again, once the cash changed hands, she went to work
immediately.  Her blouse hit the floor, followed by her skirt. 
She wore no panties and so stood there in her stockings and
heels.

The driver approached her first.  He seemed to be the leader of
the pack.  He also had been left out of the preliminaries on the
ride over.  He was eager to begin.  His name was Alex.  He was a
big, dark man at least 6' 4" and well over 200 pounds.  He made
Slut look even smaller than her petite frame was.  His arms
swallowed her up.  He picked her up and brought her mouth up to
his.  He forced his tongue between her lips.  They kissed long
and hard.  The remaining lipstick on her lips was soon washed
away.  Their tongues darted and danced from mouth to mouth.  His
hands made their way down to the cheeks of her ass.  She sat back
on his strong hands like she was in her favorite chair and locked
her legs around the back of his thighs.  Her hands ran over the
tight muscles of his back and shoulders.  They kept sliding up
and stopped only when she reached the long black hair on the back
of his head.  Their heated intimate kiss was broken only when he
turned and tossed her on the bed like a doll.

Alex removed his clothes and his companions followed in kind. 
Alex's dick was large and thick like the rest of him.  His
friends' were less impressive, but no less hard.  Slut crawled to
the edge of the bed.  She took the cock in her hands and lowered
her lips to its tip as she began stroking.  Her lips passed over
the swell of his head and slid smoothly down the sides of his
throbbing cock.  I expected her return trip up the length of his
shaft to begin, but she kept pushing him deeper in her throat. 
Slut has always been a "gagger."  She may have been willing, but
she just could never push a cock past the point of her reflex to
gag.  Robert must have trained her in this area.  Her dark-skin
companion was a full 8 or 9 inches and thick.  But there on the
screen was my dear woman taking his entire length without
complaint.

The two other men climbed on the bed.  One slid under her and
started working on her tits.  He pulled hard on her nipples and
twisted.  Her face twitched but never stopped working Alex's
penis.  The third man took advantage of the opening behind her
and lined his dick up with her cunt.  He grabbed at her flared
hips and with a single thrust he was fully inside.

"Oh fuck, Alex.  This bitch's pussy feels good.  Come on honey,
push back against me.  Fuck me like you're worth $500."

Slut popped Alex's dick from her mouth.  She looked back over her
shoulder and did as told.  She pushed hard against his dick.  Her
hips rolled against his body.  Still looking at her lover over
her shoulder, she started bouncing her ass against his groin.
Over and over again, she shoved her pussy back down his penis and
drew off again just as quickly.  The smack of her ass cheeks
against his groin was clear through small speaker of the monitor.
 Even with the grainy feed of the small camera, we could see
flesh of her rear and thighs quiver with each impact.

The young man fucking her quickly began to lose control.  In less
than a minute or two after his hired fuck took control of the
tempo, signs of his impending orgasm appeared.  His breathing
shortened. His teeth were clinched.  With one last thrust
backward his orgasm came.  He grabbed her by the waist,  "Oh
fuck!  Yeah slut, fuck me!!"  His body tensed. His sperm shot
from his dick, spraying the walls of Slut's moist vagina.

The third man quickly replaced him.  He had still been sucking on
her breasts and so simply swung his legs around under underneath
and entered her from below.  She rose up and sat on his full
erection. Again she took charge of the tempo.  She rose up till
the tip of his penis barely remained inside her.  Evidence of her
first fucking seeped from her slit and coated the dick fucking
her now.  She slammed down hard onto the man below her. Both
lovers groaned at the sensation.

"Crap, you're one hot fuck," he gasped.

She remained pressed against his body.  She rolled her hips and
ground her clit against his body.  I knew this position was one
of her favorites.  Whenever she wanted a quick orgasm, she would
take the top position and force my dick as deep as she could into
you cunt.  This placed her clit firm against the spot where the
shaft of my dick met my body.  She would push down against that
ledge and rub until she came.  I knew she was trying to get off
on this man.

Her orgasm came quickly.  He was the third man to have her that
night and she was ready to cum.  Her hands dug into the chest of
the man beneath her.  The soft, familiar moans of her release
came through the speaker in my room.  She collapsed on top of her
still needy lover.

"Don't stop now whore.  You've still got a long night yet."

"Hold her there, man."  It was Alex.

His erection was still demanding attention from her earlier
sucking.  He climbed in behind my wife.  His hands each grabbed
an ass cheek and spread them wide apart.  His friend was still
fully inserted in her cunt.  She began to piece together Alex's
intention and tried to roll over onto the bed.

"Hold her still," Alex commanded hotly.

His right hand released her ass, lifted high, and hit down again
hard.  Slut let out a yell.

"Shut up, whore.  You're ours tonight. So be still and take it
like a pro."

Resigned to her fate, she lay flat against the man beneath her. 
Alex grabbed her reddened ass again and spread her cheeks.  Spit
fell from his lips and landed just above her asshole.  With the
tip of large head, he smeared the saliva around.  He squeezed the
head of his prick and a large drop pre-cum fell to her anus. 
Satisfied that his target was sufficiently lubricated he placed
tip of his penis against her hole and pressed forward slowly.

"Just relax, Sugar, and this will go a lot easier."

The swollen head Alex's dick pressed slowly past the ring of
muscles protecting her ass.  Slut froze.  Her body remained
motionless as Alex applied the pressure to her.  Inch by inch
disappeared into the dark tunnel.  Several times Alex pulled back
and added more spit to his intruding penis.  Each withdrawal was
followed by a push that impaled Slut deeper into his cock.  Slut
handled the double penetration well.  I suspected that Robert and
his friends as a part of her training had used her ass.  She
would have never lasted through this fucking otherwise.

Alex finally fed his 9 inches into Slut.  His started sliding in
and out of her with a long slow motion.  His buddy worked her
pussy with the same tempo.  With each movement, she relaxed even
more.  Her fear was replaced with lust.  She obviously enjoyed
the sensation of being filled by two men.  As her arousal grew,
the men quickened their pace.

The speaker in our room became redundant.  The sounds of the orgy
could be heard clearly through the thin walls of the cheap rooms.
 Slut cried out for the men to go faster and harder.  She
motioned for the last man to come around in front of her.  He
knelt on his knees on the bed.  Her hand reached out and took
hold of his still limp cock.  Despite the jarring of her head
from the humping behind her, she worked the last penis into her
mouth.  Her sounds were muffled now.

The men were starting to feel the effect of the action.  The dick
in her pussy exploded first.  He grabbed her tits and squeezed as
the flow semen shot deep into her. Alex quickened his paced.  Her
head snapped back each time that his strong body slapped against
her.  The penis fell free from her lips.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass. Give it to me.  Oh God. Fuck me.  Shit! 
God, you're good."
Her praise of Alex continued as he pulled her from the other two
men.  He lay on his back. Forcing her to squat over his dick
still buried in her ass.  She held her body up by leaning back
and placing on her hands down on either side of his shoulders. 
In this position, they faced the camera, and we had an open view
of their sex.

Her asshole was stretched wide. Her muscles gripped his shaft
tight and moved up and down with each stroke he took.  Alex was a
man of great stamina and control.  He pounded her ass from below
for what seemed like an eternity.  When he orgasm came he pulled
out of her ass.  He tossed her to the bed. His legs flew over her
chest and pinned Slut to the bed.  He stroked he dick the final
needed times.  He came with his slit pointed rightly in my wife's
face.  The first shot of semen landed on the bridge of her nose
and splashed into her eye.  Adjusting his aim, the next several
squirts found their mark in her mouth.  Slut greedily licked her
lips and cheeks clean. She swallowed his load and took Alex into
her mouth to clean the last drops from his dick.

"Bitch, you're a good fuck.  But the night is not over yet.  I'll
be ready again in a few minutes" Alex told as he crawled from the
bed."

"I hope so.  I want you're dick in my pussy next time," She
replied with a tired smile on her face.

The rest of the evening played out in similar fashion two more
times.  The quartet finally fell asleep around 4:30 AM.  Robert
had made me watch the entire night.  Even after everyone went to
sleep, I had to stay awake and watch in case they started up
again.

 Chapter 18

Slut stirred first.  Just before dawn, she wearily climbed from
the bed.  She moved to the edge of the bed slowly, careful not to
wake any of her clients.  I watched her walk to the far end of
the room and stop at the vanity just outside the bathroom.  She
rubbed her eyes and stared into the mirror for several minutes. 
She barely moved for the entire time.  Her head finally dropped
to her chest and her shoulders started jerking up and down.  She
was crying.  Fearful of disturbing the men and having to service
them again, she moved out of my sight and into the bathroom to
her left.

It took a moment for the thought to form in my head and several
more to summon the courage to act upon it.  The bathrooms in each
of the two hotel rooms faced each other.  Hers was off to the
left of their room and my off to the right of ours.  Given the
thin walls of this run-down hotel, maybe we could talk through
them.  Brittany, Lisa and Robert were all still asleep and had
only been sleeping for about two hours.  The men in her room were
had fucked themselves to sleep and surely would sleep for some
time more.  It was risky. The bathroom walls were not thicker
than any of the others were, I was confident.  If my voice
awakened anyone in my room, there would be hell to be for both
Slut and I.

But it was worth the risk.  Seeing my wife used and degraded in
such a way as I had was tough enough.  Seeing her crying
something that moved me to act.  She had been so unflappable, so
tough.  She had even seemed willing and eager to serve our
mistresses and Robert.  I hoped that could not be real.  However,
I'll admit there were several times I had begun to doubt that
conviction.  But the vulnerable, hurting woman I saw slumped over
the sink - that was my wife.  For the first time in months, the
desire to act like a man and do the right thing came back to me.

It started by go to her now, whatever the risks.  Quietly, I
moved to the bathroom and opened the door.  The hinges on the old
door creaked, causing me to look back at my tormentors.  There
was no movement.  I stepped inside the room and closed the room.
I turned on the exhaust fan, hoping that its hum would cover the
tone of my voice.

I pressed my ear against the far wall of the room and listened
for any sound in the adjacent bathroom.  My hopes rose quickly. 
I could hear the sounds of her muffled crying.  I figured getting
her attention without disturbing the others would be the most
dangerous part.  Her ears would be close to the wall once we
started talking, but not at first.  I would have to be louder
than her sobs.  There would be a fine line between calling for
her and calling for everyone.

I cupped my hands around my mouth and pressed my face against the
wall, "Slu.."

I stopped in mid-word.  That was not her name. I had almost
forgotten.  The effect this torture had on my thinking was
stronger than I imagined. I started over, "Jane, its me,  Davis."

I waited for a response.  Nothing.  I turned my ear against the
wall again.  I could still hear her crying. I tried again, trying
to be a little louder, "Jane, come to the wall.  Its Davis."

Again I listened.  Now there was nothing.  Had she left the room?
 Was she holding back her crying because she her me?  I didn't
know.  I called the third time.  This time I heard movement.  I
heard a small bump against the wall.

"Davis, is that you?"  I heard faintly through the thin dry wall.

"Yes baby, Its me.  Are you ok?"  It was a stupid question I
know, but I didn't know where else to start.

"Oh Davis, I love you. I'm so sorry." She kept talking, but
between the wall and her tears, I couldn't make out the rest.

I had to interrupt her. "Listen Jane, We don't have much time.  I
just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for not stopping this
sooner.  I'm sorry for not standing up for you.  Baby, I'm sorry
for everything.  I love you. I'm going to make this right. But
you've got to be ready and trust me.  When I say it's time to go,
you've got to go. We may only get one chance.  Understand?"

"Yes, I do.  And I do still love you and trust.." She paused,
"Did you see everything I did last night?"

"Yes I did. And it's all right.  I understand.  You have to go
along with what you're told.  And you have to keep doing it.  We
can't let them know we've talked.  You have to just do whatever
they tell you.  There is nothing they can make you do that will
make me stopping loving you."

"Davis, I just can't.  It's horrible.  I nothing but a whore."

I cut her off, "No, you're my wife.  You're my angel and best
friend.  Just hang on. We'll get out of this together."

She said nothing.  Her cries and sobs came through clearly
enough.

"Baby, I've got to go before we get caught.  I love you. 
Remember, try and act just like you have been.  I love you.  This
will all be over soon.  I promise."

"I love you too," she said as I moved away from the wall and
prepared to leave.

I turned off the fan and slowly opened the door into the main
room.  No matter what was on the other side, this was still a
good day.  We had spoken for the first time in ages.  She was
still the same woman I loved.  She wanted out and more
importantly, wanted out with me.  Whatever punishment was outside
the door couldn't change that.  She was not their Slut, she was
my Jane.  I'd never forget that again.

My trepidation in opening the door was not needed.  My roommates
were still sleeping.  I returned to my seat in front of the
screen.  Jane's partners were also still sleeping.  That soon
changed as Jane began milling around the room. I woke up Robert
and the others as soon as the men began to move.

The conversation on the monitor turned to sex again.  Alex tossed
another hundred to Jane.  For this price, this sucked the men dry
one last time before they left.

"You're one fine piece of ass, Slut," Alex remarked.

Jane responded with a shy thank you.

"Your tits are too small for a Latino whore, but you're a fine
fuck anyway.  You work that same spot every night, he asked.

"Maybe not every night, but a lot.  Come back and see me again. 
Three nice cocks like  yours make my job a hell of a time.  Just
tell your little boys here not to come so fast next time.  I'm a
grown woman, not some little high school bitch of theirs."  Jane
cracked.

That drew a hearty laugh from Alex.  With a swift slap of her ass
and squeeze for her tits, Alex left with his boys close behind.

Robert had been standing behind me, looking over my shoulder in
these final moments,  "See, Brittany, you heard him.  I've been
telling you her tits were too small to be a good hooker.  We're
going to have fix that."

 Chapter 19

Back at the house, I was finally allowed to sleep.  Jane actually
joined me shortly after I went to my room.  I was confident;
Robert gave her a good fucking before he left.  We slept the rest
of the morning and into the early afternoon.  Brittany stirred us
both around 2:00 PM.  She had me take to the daily chores around
the house.  Jane was allowed to rest.

After that night, the farce of the demerit system completely
disappeared.  Jane was given the days off.  The nights she spent
with Robert, or at least in his care.  Four or five nights a
week, he had her on the street.  If not for his creative
accounting her "debt" to him would have been paid of quickly.  He
took 50% of her pay as her pimp.  He also charged her for
transportation to the street, protection while working, clothing,
food, and everything he could work in each night.  It soon was
clear that he never intended for her to quit working until her
pussy and ass were no longer fit to be used.  As such, she was
worthless each day.

It was my job to keep the house running and Brittany satisfied. 
She was still mainly bored with me.  I did my best to appear
defeated and apathetic about life and my condition.  Mostly, I
tried to hide any affection I had for Jane.  Whenever she fucked
Robert in my presence, I fought back any visible anger or
jealousy.

My real work during this time was trying to find a way out.  It
wasn't just quite as simple as running.  Jane was rarely home and
when she was, she was in no condition to travel.  Brittany had
taken the keys to our vehicles.  She had all of our clothing
under lock and key.  We had no money and no credit cards.  We
still had cash in the bank, but no way to go get it.  The house
was under constant video surveillance since day two of Brittany's
taking over.  Beyond that, we had no where to go.  I wanted to
leave.  My career was over.  There was no way I taking Jane from
the street into the scrutiny of the people we knew.  We had go
away.  But to where, I didn't know.  No, this was not a simple
task.  But my mind went to work.  I'd put all the pieces
together, I just hoped it was soon enough.

 Chapter 20

About a week after Jane started her new job, Lisa stopped by
again.  She showed up just after dinnertime.  And again, it was
bad news.  Close behind her was Robert.  Jane was preparing
herself to go on shift later that evening and I was kneeling at
the foot of Brittany's chair. The masters chatted while Jane
dressed.

When Jane entered, the reason for Lisa's presence began to
unfold.  Robert began," Slut, take your top off so we can all see
your tits."

Jane did as told.  Robert continued, "So, after her first night
on the job, I took Slut here to be professionally fitted for a
bra.  She usually wears a C cup, but those bras are mostly from
before I took some weight off her.  Her true size is a large B. 
Now, as her master, I find that completely unacceptable.  She's
already giving up a decade in age to the other girls out there. 
I've gone through some of the old pictures of her that I found in
her stuff.  She used to be a full C, if not a D. It's tough to
tell in the photos.  I really think we should give her those tits
back."

He paused long enough for Brittany to speak, "I'll never get guys
fascination with huge breasts, but if you think she'll earn more
on the street, then I don't have any objections.  Lisa?"

"Same here.  I think she got great tits.  I'd kill for them.  I
guess you're right, Robert.  I hear strippers make more money
with bigger breasts.  Seems like whores would too," was Lisa
remark.

"Good, since we all are in agreement, it's settled."  Robert
produced two copies of a set of papers and handed each lady one.

"Here is the information on the doctor I talked to Brittany about
earlier.  He is a client of our firm.  He does good work, and
owes us a thing or two.  I think we can get her in fast and
fairly cheap.  The job shouldn't cost us more than $5,000 or so."

Robert then turned to Jane, "Slut, that will of course be $5,000
that you owe me.  You'll have to keep working a little longer,
but it will be worth it."

"Yes, master.  Thank you for taking care of me."  Jane said
flatly.

Again Robert continued, "Brittany, the surgeon will need Slut's
signature.  He'll likely expect Pussy to be there also.  You
think Pussy will behave himself and not cause any trouble."

She looked sternly my way; "Pussy's harmless.  A snake's got more
backbone than he does.  He'll be fine. Won't you, Pussy."

"Yes, mistress."

"Good.  Give the doc a call in the morning and let's get
started."  Robert ended the talk on that note.  He headed for the
door taking Jane off for another night of sex.

The next afternoon, Brittany, Jane and I were in a plastic
surgeon's office.  The appointment went smoothly.  The doctor
directed his discussion to Jane.  If Robert had told him anything
about our relationships, he did not let his knowledge show.  Jane
answered the questions dutifully.

The idea of larger breasts I was sure was not offensive to her. 
She had been larger when we were younger, and I think that
bothered her some.  We had talked around the issue, but never had
been serious about it.  I think the only downside, if I was
reading her right, was the money she would add to her account
with Robert.  The implications of this act were the most
troubling of all.  Robert was simply going to keep adding to her
account for as long as he found it assuming.  Hopefully, Jane
would be far from his reach long before that.

The measurements taken that day confirmed Robert's report from
the day before.  Jane was a full 34b.  The augmentation would
take Jane up to a comfortable D-cup and increase her bust to a
36.  She modeled a padded bra that closely mimicked what the
chest would be after the operation.  The end result looked like
it would be close to too much on her small frame, but probably
sexy as hell.  With her dark-skin, round, full ass, captivating
smile and eyes, and now that chest, Robert would soon have a high
dollar call girl in his service.

The doctor must have owed Robert's firm as we were told.  Jane
was pushed to near the top of the list.  The surgery was
scheduled for a month later.  The month passed quickly.  Jane was
working most every night during the week and playing the sweet,
little preacher's wife every weekend. The surgery was also going
to cause some trouble in that regard.  The preacher's wife
showing up with brand new, huge breasts would start the gossip
flying.

The surgery itself went smoothly.  Jane's recovery also went
well.  Robert was his usual supportive self.  He gave Jane the
time off, but added his lost income onto her bill.

Her recovery time was a great blessing for the two of us.  She
spent days in bed.  Brittany moved her to one of full beds in the
room upstairs.  I got to spend much more time with her.  Brittany
had no desire to play nurse and as I had been such a model slave,
she gave the task to me.  That meant I was often alone in the
room with my wife.  The cameras were rolling, which prevented
anything too overt.  However, trips to the bathroom, checking of
bandages and all kinds of nursing duties allowed the opportunity
for a few intimate touches and moments.

The healing process took several weeks to run its course. But the
results were apparent far sooner.  The bandages were unwrapped
for the first time by the surgeon.  The breasts were still
bruised and the scarring more evident than it would be later;
yet, the results were breath taking.  She looked 16 again.  The
proportions I remembered over 15 years ago were back.

However, there was something missing.  The life was gone from her
eyes.  I found it deeply ironic that the impetus behind our
present state was Jane's compassion toward the lifeless look of
an old friend and now she needed the same compassion shown to
her.  Her desire to give Kathy a taste of happiness had put in
motion a series of unintended consequences.  I was determined to
give her back the same spark she had tried to give another.  I
would see her truly happy again.  I just needed still more time.
 Chapter 21

Robert, unlike Jane, was happy.  Yet, his response was not the
best one for our moods.  He decided it was time to throw a party
- sort of an unveiling of his handiwork.  On display would be
Jane.  Her body and occupational talents, as Robert put it, would
be the centerpiece for the evening.  On the guest list would be a
few of Robert's trusted co-workers, a couple of Jane's now
regular customers, Brittany, Lisa, and a few other friends of the
group. Altogether about 15 people would be coming over to share
in Robert's joy.  Jane would provide the entertainment, and I
would provide the service.

The party began as a classy affair.  It was not formal by any
means, but the crowd was more at ease with wine and cigars than
with beer and pretzels.  If not for the planned entertainment and
my naked participation, the party could have been any weekend
gathering in any suburban, middle class neighborhood.  However,
this was to be no common yuppie party.

I met the guests at the door and ushered them into the house.  I
greeted them in my usual household attire.  That meant naked
except for my cock cage.  This abrupt welcome startled a few
guests, especially the ladies.  The men usually just laughed and
insulted my manhood in some way.  There was a good mixture of men
and women, but slightly more men.  The guests carried in a few
bags and coats.  I was given the task of taking these items and
placing them out of sight in an upstairs bedroom.  I chose to
place them in the master bedroom. It was the largest room with
the largest bed which allowed me to keep the items organized more
easily.

This simple decision proved the most important step I took in
getting us away from Brittany and the others.  I had spent very
little time in my old room since Brittany had taken over our
lives.  About the last time was when she had showed us the
monitors her service men had installed.  Between the rings of the
doorbell marking the arrivals of the guests, I hid in that room
for a few minutes each time.

I studied the monitors and marveled at how completely Brittany
had wired the house. From her perch up here she could see
everything that happened in the rest of my home.  There was a
monitor for each room - the living room, the kitchen, the family
room; each bathroom's monitor switched feeds between the two
cameras in each room; the basement had one monitor that rotated
views from the several cameras in it; there was one for two
outside cameras, and three monitors for the upstairs bedrooms.

With each trip back to the master bedroom after greeting more
guests, I would delay by looking at the monitors.  There was
something I was missing.  It was one of those ambiguous feelings
that let's you know there's something you should be seeing, but
not precisely what that thing is.  On my third trip I finally
realized what my sub-conscience had been screaming.  There were
only three monitors for the bedrooms.  I focused on the bedroom
monitors and none of them ever switched feeds.  And there was my
answer.  Brittany had left one room in the entire house with
cameras.  It was the master bedroom.

I suppose she never thought we would be in this room without her
or maybe she wanted a place to go without being filmed.  Who
knows.  What I did know now was that I was not being watched.  I
could search this room without being film.  Brittany and Robert
would be occupied all night with guests.  Surely, I could steal
away a few moments during the night to make use of this
diversion.  The only question was "How could I use it?" My mind
began to work on that problem as the party got started.

I was busy serving drinks and appetizers to the guests and missed
Jane's grand entrance.  She had been hidden away in our basement
room while the guests arrived.  I knew she had been brought up
when a round of applause and cheers went up.  I worked my way
back through the kitchen in view of the living room just as
Robert and she stopped in the center of the room.  They were
surrounded by a semi-circle of seating that had been specially
arranged for the evening.

It was Brittany that stood and began the activities with a
speech.  I milled around in the kitchen long enough to hear her
opening speech.  She told the tale of how Lisa had blackmailed
(my word, not Brittany's), Jane and I.  She thanked Lisa in
glowing terms for bringing her into this game (her word this
time).  She then gave the history of how I picked Robert to take
my wife from me.  This incited around series of insults to be
directed my way.  From there she continued in detail (with
Robert's help) the story I have been telling you.

When she finished, Robert picked up by thanking the audience for
coming and for their help in her training and patronage as it
applied.  He promised them each that Jane would be personally
thanking them throughout the evening.  His discussion moved on to
her recent career change, physical transformation and surgery. He
said that tonight was a celebration of her "graduation" from
common housewife, to professional escort.

His speech finished, he stepped to the side and pushed Jane to
the foreground.  He completed his movement by sliding in behind
her.  She wore a long white dress.  The top wrapped tightly
around her neck.  It showed none of her apple cleavage, but fit
snugly enough to show her curvaceous bust.  The dress was
sleeveless which allowed her muscular, olive skinned arms to
provide a stunning contrast to the snowy dress.  When she moved
even the slightest, her strong, stocking-covered legs showed all
the way to her hips through the full slits on both sides of her
dress.

Lisa turned on some music and Jane began to dance.  Her dance was
nothing more than a tease until Robert began to speak over the
music.  This night was also a fundraiser.  As she danced he
auctioned off her dress, then shoes, then bra, and then
stockings.  Along the way he sold the first feel of her new tits
and kiss on her ass cheeks.

She was soon naked except for her old, trusty chastity belt. 
Robert then auctioned off kisses, pussy lickings and blowjobs. 
She was never allowed to make either the men or women come. 
Robert wanted them hot for the big prize -- the first fuck.  His
plan worked to perfection.  The bidding quickly rose past what
any of them could have had her for on the street any night.  But
lust won out over logic.  The bidding passed $200, $300 and then
$500.

I don't know where it ended or who won.  The guests were done
eating and were getting their own drinks.  In the excitement, I
was forgotten.  And for good reason.  Jane had learned her trade
well. She was a stunning creature. Her natural beauty, the
typical fiery and sensual nature of her ethnic background, the
strict diet and fitness regiment she had been on, and the help of
the surgeons knife had all come together in one incredible
package.  She was worth every penny being spent on her that
night.  Damn, I loved that woman.

That thought snapped me back to my task for the evening.  The
time to go was now, before the guests started coming and got
tired and wanted someone to serve them. If I waited until then,
I'd be missed.  I quietly slipped away and climbed the stairs to
my hideout.

I quickly made a mental list of everything I needed to make our
escape.  I needed car keys, bank cards and/or credit cards, any
cash I could find, and if I could find a way to get clothing it
would help greatly.  I also needed to find a place to store these
goods or ensure that I could get them all in an instant.  I felt
confident, Brittany did not carry both sets of our keys and both
sets of our credit cards.  It seemed reasonable that she would
need only one and keep the other somewhere safe.  I hoped that
place was in her room and not at the office.

My initial search of the room yielded nothing.  I searched again.
 This time I was more thorough as I looked through the closets
and found a lock-box tucked away under some winter sweaters she
had on a shelf.  But there was no key.  It was a cheap box and
could have been opened pretty easily, but I dared not damage the
box.  There had to be a key somewhere.

Brittany's purse was on the dresser in the bedroom.  My search of
her purse produced her key ring.  On that ring, I found the keys
to my house and cars. I also found three small keys.  Two of
them, I guessed, went to the locks to the devices that Jane and I
wore.  The third, I hoped went to the box.  A key on her ring
didn't help in the long run, but I'd find out the box's contents.

The third key did open the box and I found what I needed.  She
had placed all of our important documents and things in one
location. It was easier for her that way, and now it would also
easier for me.  In one box, I had birth certificates, Social
Security cards, passports, driver's licenses, credit cards, and a
set of spare keys.

It was too simple.  I didn't even need a key. Just get Jane, grab
the box, bust it open and go.  Our freedom seemed real.  I needed
to make a few more decisions.  But mostly, I needed the
opportunity. Jane had to be available.  Brittany had to be gone.
We'd have one chance.  If we failed, Robert may take Jane and
leave.  I decided to be careful - to go slowly.  That meant some
more difficult times ahead, but the risk was too great to be
impulsive.  I would be patient.  The opportunity would come.

I replaced box just as I had found it, returned Brittany's keys
and returned to the festivities.  Jane had her face buried in the
lap of a blonde, female guest.  Behind Jane, the blonde's date
was pounding her pussy with hard, crisp strokes.  Several other
of the party guests were naked, or nearly so.  The exposed dicks
were being lightly stroked, keeping them hard as they waited on
their turn with Jane.  I tried to ignore the orgy taking place
and busied myself with cleaning up empty plates and glasses.  It
appeared that Brittany had not missed me.  Concentrating on my
task was not easy.  Our freedom was close.  That confidence
brought back a long departed peace to my mind.
 Chapter 22

Crusty - It's an old word to describe how someone looks, but it
fit Jane.  By the end of the party, she was covered in dry, flaky
cum.  A dozen men had sprayed her with semen.  I even saw two
women squirt their ejaculate down her face and neck. She was a
wreck.

The last of the guests left around 2:00 AM. Jane just collapsed
on the living room floor.  Lisa had left early. Her husband was
home from work that evening.  Robert and Brittany were both
naked.  They had partaken in the activities that evening and were
well spent sexually also.

There was a lot of cleaning to be done.  I didn't see sleep in my
immediate future.  Fifteen minutes after the last car left my
house, the doorbell rang.  I made a quick assumption that a guest
had left some possession and had returned to claim it.  I walked
to the door taking a mental inventory of all the coats and bags
that had been upstairs.  I was confident that there was nothing
remaining.   I wonder what they left, I thought as I opened the
door.  When the door swung open, it wasn't a party guest.

We hadn't heard from Kathy since she returned home the morning
after, Lisa had joined us.  She had no clue about Brittany and
certainly not Robert.  My nudity surprised her.  We both paused
in silence for an awkward moment.  Before either of us spoke,
Brittany came to the door. She was wrapped in Jane's old white
robe.

"May I help you?"

"I'm here to see Davis and Jane," came the hesitant reply.

"And you are?"

"I'm Kathy Logan.  I'm an old friend of theirs."

"Kathy," Brittany exclaimed, "It is so good to finally meet you.
I've heard so much about you.  I really need to thank you for all
you've given me.  We've got so much to catch up on.  Come on in.
Pussy, get our guest something to drink."

Brittany reached out and took Kathy's hand. She led her passed
Jane's resting body to the couch.  Kathy stared down with a
puzzled on her face as she examined her old friend's form.  I
handed Kathy a glass of wine and took my place at Brittany's
feet.

"So, what brings you out here so late?"

Kathy was trying to make sense of the scene around her and did
not reply immediately to the question.  Robert made his way to
the couch and took a seat on Kathy's other side.

"Well, since you won't answer that question.  Try this one.  Does
your husband know that you came to see another man in the middle
of night?"

Brittany's tone changed with that statement.  Kathy had played
the role of a submissive to Rick for years, and slipped
seamlessly into that same role with Brittany.  Without objection
she began answering Brittany's queries.

She asked about a dozen questions until her curiosity was
satisfied.  Kathy and Rick had been fighting and Kathy had
finally had enough.  She left while he was at work.  With no
where else to go, she came to see Jane and I.  She arrived during
the party, but sat outside until she was sure everyone had left.
She had never told Rick about her weekend with us and so felt
that this was a safe place to hide out for a while.  She was
wrong.

Brittany told Kathy how things had changed around here since she
had left.  She and Robert repeated their story telling efforts
from earlier in the evening.  Kathy was in tears by the end of
the tale.

"And now, sweetie, we have to decide what to do with you." 
Brittany concluded.

Kathy didn't move or acknowledge Brittany's statement.  She
continued to stare blankly at Jane as tears silently rolled down
her face.

"I think the first thing we should do is call your husband.  I'm
sure his worried sick about you."

"No, please don't," was all Kathy got out of her mouth.

Brittany's right hand landed hard against Kathy's left cheek,
"Listen, you worthless bitch, you will never tell me `no' again.
Whenever I tell you to do something, you do it - no questions, no
cross looks, no delays. Got it?"

Kathy drew her legs up from the floor and sat balled like a small
child, "Yes."
"Good, now pick up the phone and call your husband."

The phone at Kathy's house rung at around 3:00 AM. It rung
several times before a slurred voice replied, "Hello."

"Rick Logan," Brittany asked.

"Yes, who is this?"

"Rick, this is Brittany Carter.  You don't know me and I am truly
sorry for calling you at such a horrible hour, but there is
something we must discuss.  It's about your wife, Kathy.  Do you
need a minute to get up?"

Rick was beginning to compose himself and replied sharply,  "If
you know where Kathy's is, you'd better tell me quick."

"Stay calm, Rick.  I'm going to tell you where she is and a lot
more.  I need to put you on the speaker phone.  Hold on just a
sec."


Once Rick was on the speaker, Brittany had Kathy announce her
presence.  Rick responded hatefully to her.  Finally, Brittany
cut him short.  Robert introduced himself.  For the next hour,
the story was told again from the beginning. Rick's string of
abuse when Kathy admitted her affair with Jane and I took a good
10 minutes of the time.  By story's end, Rick was much calmer and
even intrigued by Brittany's and Robert's work. Brittany was
counting on that and already had her proposal worked out in her
head.

"Rick, here's what I'd like to do.  We've got one hot slut down
here.  She's just had her tits done.  Her body is firm and
tanned.  She actually looks a lot like Kathy.  I guess our Pussy
likes a certain look in a woman.  I'm confident you'll like her.
She's one willing whore.  At our party tonight, she pulled a
train with almost 20 people.  She'll fuck you and your friends
and even turn a few tricks if you'd like.  Of course, we can
already see Kathy.  I think I can speak for Robert and I both
that we are impressed.  But she seems a little stubborn.  We can
help you with that.  I want us to make a trade.  We'll give you
Slut for a week and you give us Kathy.  You can use our whore
anyway you like and even keep any money she makes.  We can use
your cheating wife for a week and train her to be more obedient.
I'm sure you'll have much less trouble with her after we're done.
 What do you think?"

Rick responded immediately, "That sounds great.  Just one
condition - I've got to like your Slut.  I'll come down in the
morning. If Slut's as hot as you say, we've got a deal."

Rick arrived around lunchtime on Saturday.  I showed him in. 
Rick looked like an old athlete. He was not a huge man, but
comfortably over six feet.  His stomach had begun to grow from
too much liquor and food.  But it was still easy to see the star
high school football player in him.  He was just the kind of guy
that I remember Kathy dating in high school.  The jock had
married the prettiest girl in school and the stereotype had run
its course.  He was a listless man and she was a beaten down
wife.  It was truly sad.

Rick greeted Brittany and Robert.  I served them drinks as they
sat and talked.  Rick was overmatched in the presence of these
two.  They were far smarter, far better trained in negotiating,
and far more conniving.  Rick took what he wanted by force. 
These two, as I well knew, took what they wanted by manipulating
you into just handing it over.  I was not in on Brittany's plan,
but I suspected that Rick would soon be handing Kathy to Brittany
and getting nothing in return.

The girls entered together.  Kathy was dressed in the same
clothes in which she arrived a few hours earlier.  She looked
rough.  Jane stood in stark contrast to Kathy.  Brittany had
certainly planned this.  Jane was dressed in her best work
attire.  The short leather mini showed the curves of her legs and
the beginning of her firm ass.  The knit top allowed her flat
stomach to be seen.  Only the thin fabric of her push-up bra hid
her breasts from view.  With the bra's unneeded help, Jane was
spilling over the top of v-cut blouse.

"It's a deal." Rick blurted out when he saw Jane.

Brittany and Robert laughed at his boyish response.  "Fine then,
have Slut back here at noon next Saturday and we'll have Kathy
ready for you."


"Great, but if you don't mind. There is something I want to do
before I leave."

"Ok, what is it?  Brittany replied.

"Well, that dick of yours over there has already fucked my wife.
I'd like to make him watch me fuck his before I leave."

Brittany smiled, "She's your slut for the week.  You can fuck
whenever you like. Just don't damage her."

"Come here, bitch.  Show me what you can do," Rick commanded.

Jane walked to his seat.  She bent over and began kissing around
his neck and ears.  His hands grabbed hard onto her offered
breasts.

"See this you little prick," he directed my way, "this slut's
mine and she loves it." He pulled her top over her breasts and
pulled on her hardening nipples as proof.

"I'm going to fuck her pussy and keep her ass full all week. 
She's coming to work with me and she'll keep the boys happy all
week.  I'll even let my dog have her if he wants the bitch," he
laughed heartily at that one and Jane even gave a noticeable
shutter.

She moved down his chest to his waist and opened the front of his
pants.  The head of his dick was pushing against the elastic band
of his briefs.  Pre-cum had moistened the cotton.  Jane fished
inside the garments. Pushing the clothing down, while Rick raised
his hips, the length of his cock was soon visible.  His dick was
huge.  It was easily the largest I had seen Jane service.  It had
to be nearly a foot long and thick.  The veins bulged from the
sides of his uncircumcised penis.

"I bet she never been fucked with anything like this.  That
little toy of yours deserves to be locked up in a cage.  A woman
like this needs a real man's cock."  His hand squeezed some
pre-cum from his tip.  He flung the liquid at me. It splashed
across my eyes.  Rick laughed hard again and continued his verbal
assault.

"Don't worry little man.  I'm sure the doc that made those
gorgeous tits can sew her ass and pussy up tight enough to feel
that little dick of yours.  That is if Slut here still wants to
feel it."

Jane ignored his taunts and turned her attention to his dick. 
Her tongue wrapped around the swollen head and licked up the
liquid oozing from the large slit.  Her jaws opened wide as the
head disappeared behind her lips.  Her delicate cheeks filled as
the thickness of this magnificent tool slid to the back of her
mouth.  She pushed hard, trying to take his full length into her
mouth and throat.  Robert had trained her to deep throat, but
never with anything like what Rick was feeding her.  She
swallowed down nine or ten inches of his dick.  It was just
enough for her nose to be brushed by his thick mound of hair at
the base.

Having found the depths of her ability, she began sucking.  Her
strokes were her long and slow. Her cheeks filled and emptied
like billows stoking a fire. Her hands wandered over the tips of
her exposed breasts.  She rolled her nipples between her thumb
and forefinger.

"Damn, she a fine cock-sucker.  Don't worry honey, we'll get
those last two inches in your throat before the week is over. 
That's enough.  Time for me to see all the goods."

He lifted her off his dick.  She stood.  She finished the job
Rick had started and removed her bra and top. Her full breasts
were swollen and flushed with sexual energy.  She turned her back
toward him.  Her fingers gripped the zipper of her small skirt
and loosed its grip.  She pushed the leather covering over her
shapely hips and it fell to the floor.

"Bend over and spread your ass for me."

Jane bent at the waist and grabbed a cheek in each hand.  Robert
had a clear view of her most intimate area.  His thick index
finger rubbed the length of her pussy.

"Mmmm. Nice and wet already.  Your wife's a little slut, Pussy. 
She likes fucking other men in front of you."

With his finger wetted by Jane's own juices, he inserted its full
length into her ass.  "Oooh yeah, a tight little ass to.  We'll
change that real soon."

He grabbed Jane by he hips and spun her around, "Climb abroad,
Slut.  Let's show Pussy how real sex looks."

Jane straddled his lap.  Her hand grabbed his thick cock and
guided it toward her descending opening.  She slowly slid the
head inside giving herself ample time to adjust to its girth. 
Rick was not interested in her comfort.  His meaty hands pulled
down violently on her hips.  His cocked tore its way into
untouched depths.  Jane screamed out in pain.

"Yeah, now the bitch knows what a real man feels like."

With Jane still recovering, Rick took the lead and began bouncing
his hips off the couch cushions.  Pain turned back to arousal as
the feeling of being so full overcame Jane.  At the bottom of
each bounced, her clit landed hard against his pelvic bone.  It
was stretched taut by Rick and responded quickly to each impact.
Jane moaned louder with each stroke.  Her orgasm was building
quickly.  She again grabbed at her own tits and pulled hard on
her own nipples.

"Oh God, you're huge.  Oh God, Oh God!!" She just kept repeating
those words over and over.

When orgasm came, she leaned forward and grabbed Rick around the
neck.  Her breasts pushed flat against his muscular body.  Her
fluids shot down the side of his penis, coating his lap and the
couch in her cum.  My meek wife had become a screamer in sex. 
Her sounds filled the room.  My dick responded to her calls.  The
head pressed hard against the smallest ring of my cage, trying to
escape and find her body.  Blood filled it completely and colored
my dick a dark purple.

Rick noticed my arousal.  "Well, little man wants to play some
too.  Tell him Slut, who has the better dick.  Tell him who's the
better fuck."

"Pussy, master Rick has a wonderful dick.  I'll always want to
fuck him over you," Jane responded with a raspy tone.

"That's right baby.  You'll never forget me after this week.  Now
give me that ass, so I can finish you off right."

Jane bent over the coffee table and spread her own ass with her
hands.  His dick was still dripping from her cum and her ass was
wet from the same cum and sweat.  That made the initial
penetration easy.  He fed the end of the dick into her anus an
inch or two.

"Get ready baby, here it comes."  With one hard thrust, he
entered her ass the same way he claimed her pussy.  In an instant
her flesh shook against his groin.  Her cry was one of shear
pain.  Tears poured off of her face.  He showed her no mercy.  He
began humping her as soon as his dick filled her ass. His strokes
pulled the full foot length tool from her ass and then back in
again the whole way.  Jane continued her cries of pain with each
filling of her bottom.  He pounded away toward his own release. 
Sweat began to fall from his brow, matching the tears from Jane's
cheeks.  Sweat covered their bodies and the smack of each thrust
filled the room.

"Yeah Slut, you're gonna love this soon. Fuck, I love her ass
already."  Rick gloated.

With Jane still crying, his pumping became more erratic.  His
orgasm was building. He pulled from her ass and spun Jane around.
She knew what he wanted and lined her face up with the head of
his dick.  He clutched hard on his dick and moved his foreskin
back and forth the last few needed times. One last pull back to
exposed the head and cum shot out landing on Jane's face.  He
came more than any man I had ever seen.  Shot after shot exploded
from his dick.  Jane's entire face was coated in his thick white
seed.

As the last drops came from his intimidating rod, Jane took him
back inside her mouth and sucked him cleaned of their sex. "See
Pussy, that's how a real man does it.  Too bad, you're not man
enough to come get her yourself.  I hope your little prick
enjoyed my bitch that one time.  I'm know I'm going to enjoy
yours."

Rick pulled his limp dick for Slut's mouth.  He came and stood
directly over me.  His dick hanging inches from my face.  He spit
on me and slapped his member across my face, leaving a trail of
Jane's saliva across my cheek, "Fucking pussy," he said as he
turned. He dressed and told Jane to gather her clothes.  He
walked her naked to the car in broad daylight and full view of
any neighbors that were outside.

I feared for Jane's safety.
 Chapter 24

Brittany and Robert lived up to their promise and trained Kathy
hard during that week. I got to see in person the techniques
Robert had used on Jane.  He was methodical.  He had pages of
rules and routines.  He controlled her food, sleep, exercise,
clothing, make-up and everything else.  He instructed her on
routines to use during sex.  He included an introduction to
hooking.  It was clear to me now why Jane's training had taken so
long.

Kathy was a good learning and seemed to almost enjoy the
structure Robert gave her.  Rick was unpredictable at best. 
Kathy would be encouraged to act like a slut one day and beaten
for it the next.  The definite limits and control Robert and
Brittany exercised over her in a perverse way comforted Kathy.

Saturday came too soon for Kathy, but not for me.  I was scared
at what Rick would do to Jane when he had no supervision. I was
long longer worried about her feelings for me.  I just worried
about the long term physical and emotional damage he could cause.

Rick and Jane arrived on time around lunch.  Jane was again
paraded around naked outside.  She entered a step behind Rick and
carried a box of tapes just as if she had been with Robert.  Rick
and our owners sat at the table and ate lunch together.

After lunch the group gathered in the living room and the viewing
of the tapes began.  There were not nearly as many as when Robert
documented his time with my wife, but there was still enough
material to get a good feel of the time she was away.  Rick ran
with a much different crowd than Robert.  He was a country boy
and so were his friends.  Naked men with large beer bellies
filled most scenes. And Jane fucked every one of them.  He was
apparently not a man of much imagination.  She was used hard, but
nothing incredibly unusual. Even his threat of bestiality went
unfulfilled.

We skimmed his tapes with Jane for a couple of hours.  The three
slaves sat at the feet of the masters.  Jane was by Rick, Kathy
with Robert and I with Brittany.  Our next task was to view the
tapes of Kathy's training.  This exercise took us into the night.
 Rick was impressed with Robert's work.  He was mostly curious
about the work Robert did making Kathy into a prostitute.  Robert
showed Rick some of the tapes of Jane's training.  A deal was in
the works.

Brittany's plan was beginning to make sense to me.  All along she
had wanted Kathy in Robert's service.  I wasn't sure how yet, but
I knew Rick was about to get screwed.  His partners' legal
expertise would soon have him giving Kathy away in order to save
his own neck.  The beautiful thing was that he couldn't see the
trap and I could. I hated that man for what he had done to Kathy
and now to Jane.  He deserved whatever Robert and Brittany could
give him.

Around 9:30PM, Brittany suggested that they go out for some
dinner to discuss the details of the forming partnership.   Each
of us were sent to our rooms.  Jane and I went to the basement
and Kathy was given an upstairs room for the night.  By 10:00 PM,
the three were gone.  My biggest question was did I have the
courage to act now.
 Chapter 25

Two hours - that would be the most time I would have.  Unless
Brittany had someone watching the feed of her cameras remotely,
she would be away and unaware of my actions.  Jane was here and
in reasonably good condition.  Now maybe as good of a chance as
any to run.

But what about Kathy?  At best, she would replace Jane as the new
toy.  More likely, she would punished for something about which
she had no knowledge.  No, we couldn't leave her.  But would she
come?  If I gathered Jane and went upstairs, it would be recorded
on tape.  If Kathy refused to leave, what then?  I couldn't go
back, our chance get away would be ruined, but the discussion
with Kathy would be recorded.  If we left after talking to her,
she would be implicated and that would just make things worse.

The other problem was if she did come. Once Jane and I made our
break, Robert and Brittany had nothing.  Hell, they had left the
house in our name.  That was a mistake.  I had already planned a
phone call to the local police after Jane and I got away.  But if
Kathy came, Rick could be a problem.  She was still his wife and
I didn't think he would let her just leave.  Would he come
looking? I just didn't know.

It was now 10:30PM.  There were too many questions to answer.  I
had told myself I would wait till things were perfect.  They
weren't.  But if everything went right, I could save Jane and
Kathy.  That overriding thought finally won out over my fears.

I climbed off my mat and made my way to Jane's side of the room.
She was asleep already.  My touch startled her and she jumped.

"Its ok, baby.  Its time we've got to go and go now."  I said
quietly.

"Davis, what.what do you mean.." She stammered out, "We'll get
caught.  Go away. Go back to your bed."  She grew more agitated
as her mind caught up with the events.

"Jane, you said you would trust me back at the hotel.  You've got
to trust me now.  They're at dinner away from the cameras.  Now's
our chance.  Please, if you have ever trusted me, trust me now,"
I pleaded with her.

She stared into my eyes for an eternity.  It had been nearly a
year since we had looked at each other like that.  I could see
that year of calluses crumble away as the tears formed in her
eyes.

"Oh Davis, its you.  I'm so tired. Get me out of here."  She said
with her voice cracking as she fell into my arms.

That hug was precious.  We held each other and cried for longer
than we should have.  But this first touch was too incredible to
give up.  This was still my Jane.  Despite everything, her body
still felt right against mine.  They had taken her body, altered
and abused it, but her heart was still mine.  There are few
things more enduring and loyal than a woman's heart when given
freely.  Jane was showing me that in one hug.  She was tearing
down the walls and defenses she had built up to protect that
heart.  I had to get her out now.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from that intimate moment, "Let's go.
We're taking Kathy with us.  We can't leave her behind for them."

We both worked our way up the stairs.  Each step we took more
quickly than the last. There was neither time nor reason for
stealth now.  I swung opened the door to Kathy's room.  "Get up!
We're getting out of here and you're coming with us."  I didn't
give her a choice.

Kathy was frozen in place.  I moved to sit on the edge of her bed
and continued more calmly, "Listen Kathy, Jane and I are getting
away from these people.  Rick and the others will be home any
minute.  If you stay here, they'll rape you, turn you into a
hooker like they did to Jane, and who knows what else.  You need
to get up and come with us. Ok?"

I grabbed her by the hand. She followed my lead and we all went
to the master bedroom.  The girls rummaged through drawers and
found some clothes.  Robert had been staying in the room with
Brittany during Kathy's training.  His suitcase provided me with
the clothing I would need.

I found the box just where Brittany had hidden it.  We dashed
back down the stairs and into the garage.  The girls dressed and
set to work on the box.  I found a hammer in my toolbox.  With
one swift blow the box flew open.  All of our papers and items
were still there.  Most importantly, there were the keys to my
van.

I gathered up the box, grabbed the keys and punched the button on
the wall to open the garage door.  It was 11:15, and I knew we
had to hurry.  As the door rose, we crawled out from underneath
it.  Still naked, I led the girls to the van.  We flung ourselves
inside.  The trusted van started on the first try.

We pulled out of the driveway and down the street of the
subdivision. I turned south away from our troubled home.  About a
mile down the road, I saw Robert's car pass us by.  Rick was on
his right and Brittany in the rear.  They were busy talking
business.  I don't think they ever saw their hopes for wealth
drive by.

We were free.  We were on the open road and could go wherever we
wanted.  I turned down a back road a few miles farther on.  In
the back I grabbed, a travel set of tools I always kept in the
rear of the van.  It took some work, but the lock finally gave
way.  I pulled the leather ring from off my dick and slid the
cage of the shaft.  My penis was bruised.  It had ridges on it
from the binding of the rings.  It hung crooked and twisted after
nearly constant confinement for a year.  But it felt good to be
free.  And as soon as we stopped somewhere for the night, it was
going to feel even better trapped again.  But this time trapped
as deeply as I could place it in Jane's body.

 Epilogue

The one major decision left in front of us was where to go.  I
had never gotten that far in my thinking.  We needed a new life.
We had to start over from nothing.  If you could go anywhere and
setup your life where would you go?  I guess that is often
decided for us by parents, schooling and then job offers - But
not for us now.  We had no ties.  As I drove onto the night, I
knew where Jane would want to go.  She would want the ocean.  The
ocean was south and I'd give what she would want.  We kept
driving south until we came to the white sandy beaches of the
coast.

We found a nice small community along that stretch of shore. 
Kathy stayed with us.  All three of us went to work.  Jane went
back to office work.  Kathy started watering.  I felt I could no
longer preach.  I went back to the construction work I had done
while in school before I started preaching.  Now of us made much
money, but among the three incomes we set up a nice home as close
to the water as we could afford.

It had been about six months since we left.  We hadn't heard from
Robert or Brittany.  Kathy did contact Rick to file for her
divorce.  He's seemed glad to be rid of her. That surprised me.
Jane and I had not missed a step.  It is amazing how resilient
love can be when two people trust each other.  The one carry over
from the past life has been our relationship to Kathy.  She is
always welcomed in our bed and Jane and I make love to her
freely.  The old wounds had begun to heal nicely.

Our old house had just sold and we had some money because of
that.  We had been looking into buying a small boat and trying
our luck with a tourist charter service.  The closing money from
the house gave us enough to purchase the boat.

There were some other legal issues to be resolved.  I was home
that day waiting for a delivery from our closing attorney when
the package arrived.  The courier had me sign for it and handed
me the medium sized box.  I opened the unmarked box and found
about dozen DVDs inside.  In bright red script across the top of
the first case in the bundle, it read, "Housewife Whores, Volume
1."  On the cover there was a picture of Jane.  Based on the size
of the cock in her ass, I'd say it was Rick beneath her.  I
quickly searched the rest of the bundle and found that they were
volumes 2 through 10.

In the packaging I found this note:

"Greetings Slut and Pussy,

It had been a great joy of my going through all of the old video
files I captured from our time together.  The bundle I sent you
is the first of the set I plan to release.  You see, since you
left, I just haven't had anyone to keep me satisfied the way you
did.  Plus, you took a large amount of income away from me.  So,
I thought a little reminiscing and profit from sales might do me
some good.  After all, I have a storeroom full of footage from
our year together. I can keep putting out DVDs for years.  The
two of you will be household names before it over.

Just thought I'd drop you this little note to let you know what
I'm up to.  If you can come up with any reason why I shouldn't be
putting these into production feel free to call me.  Good luck
with your new business.  Sure hope there aren't any legal
problems getting it started.

Your Mistress,
Brittany

P. S.  Be sure to checkout my new website,
www.housewifewhore.com"

Not long after, the expected package from our attorney arrived. 
We had been denied the loan we needed.  I had to believe Brittany
and Robert were responsible.  When Jane and Kathy came home that
evening we had a long talk together.

It was the beginning of another dark period of our lives.  Jane
spoke the final words of that conservation into a telephone
receiver, "Hello Mistress."


The End



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