Cindy'd called a cop who then was invited in by our recently created 'biggest slut ever seen' and has his way with Megan. He then leaves her tied up, and told her that she was an animal (in bed) but he forgot the bed part. We now meet up with Megan, blindfolded, hanging naked in her living room, convinced that she's a bimbo talking/slut/puppy. The door to her house was unlocked and someone enters...)

"What the - "

Megan heard the door shut quietly and the soft padding of feet across the carpet as she twitched back and forth in obvious need. She heard the intake of several breaths. Heavy breaths, like a man's. She made several more yipping sounds.

"Yip. Yip!" then an odd, playful mood struck her and she started panting heavily, knowing that her slutty breasts would heave attractively. No man could resist the biggest slut ever seen!

"C'mon, stop playing wif lil' ol' me! Pet your wittle puppy dog." Megan whined. "Pweeease?" She waggled her ass, like the cute little tail that it was.

SMACK! Megan felt the slap of a strong hand on her ass.

"OWIEEEE!" She yelped in surprise. She knew that was going to leave a mark. "Why'd you go and do that to witto Meggie? Who are you? Pwease?" She was rather embarrassed at talking like a total blond bimbo, but she didn't know any other way.

She turned and looked in all directions, still blind-folded and completely powerless to do anything but look like a the sexy slut she was.

SMACK! Another slap struck her other cheek.

"PWEASEE! Pwease stop! I'll do anyfing you want. I WUV cock. I'll suck yours for you. Pwease stop spanking me, sir."

"Oh for the love of.. just stop talking like that, Meg."

HEATH! It was Heath. Come home at last. Megan wondered how he'd like being married to the biggest slut ever seen who happened to also be in love with their ex-neighbor.

Omigod. The orgy. If he ever finds out about that... But damn it was the best sex this slut has ever had.

"Pwease, pwease fuck your wittle bimbo?" Megan asked. She writhed as sexily as she could, straining in what she sensed was his direction.

"Why are you tied up like that? Did you do this?"

She had no choice. She was still under Cindy's command to be honest. She could try to avoid a direct answer though. "Did wittle Meggie do what?" She sing-songed. "But, I sure would wike it if you played wif me. Woof woof!" She panted several more times for effect.

She felt Heath take one of her breasts in his hand and use the tip of his thumb to swirl around her nipple.

"Mmmmmm." She breathed in deeply, enjoying the touch. She felt her juices flow down her leg once again. Even she was a little surprised at how one little touch made her so ridiculously horny. Biggest slut ever seen and all that, I suppose.

Heath didn't fail to notice how horny she was, as she felt his finger trace a path along her leg and then she felt his finger touch her lips. She licked her own juices greedily off his finger.

"My, my." He commented to himself.

"Mmmhmmm!" She said. She knew he'd like his dominating position, so she encouraged it. "I'm your horny wittle swut."

She knew she'd finally distracted Heath when she felt his body crush against hers, his cock pressing through his pants against her waist. He lifted her up, so that the chain in the handcuffs rose over the hook, finally relieving the stress in her arms.

"Damn, you little minx!" Heath said as he lay her down on the ground.

Megan started to move her arms forward around Heath's neck. But the strain of having them overhead so long forced her to simply leave her arms stretched above her head. She longed to wrap her arms around her husband. She wanted to tweak his nipples and stroke his chest, like the perfect slutty wife, but he'd have to settle for her squealing like a puppy instead.

"Yip! Yip!"

"Oh, you want it doggie style, huh?" He said. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over.

"Grrrooowwrrrr." She looked back over her shoulder at Heath and smiled wickedly, her hair falling across her face in an animalistic disarray. She waggled her ass in his face and she saw him quickly wriggle his pants down off of his waist. She made sure he didn't see her face wrinkle in pain when she bent her arms at the elbow to keep herself up.

She licked her lips in anticipation of having another hard cock in her pussy. She could feel her wetness between her legs and wished she could slide her fingers in between the velvety layers of her sex. Pain, handcuffs and her current sexual position prevented it. She yipped a few more times encouraging Heath to hurry up and get the damn pants off. She needed that gorgeous cock in her cunt, NOW.

He grabbed her hips, and she shifted slightly, making sure his cock rammed right inside of her and she pushed hard against his thighs with her ass. He stroked her back softly with her hands, and she nearly purred like a cat before she caught herself and started panting like a wittle puppy again.

Heath rocked back and forth several times, then leaned forward and grabbed her titties from behind, holding them, cupping them. Slowly... slowly, moving in and out of her pussy, almost teasingly. She groaned in frustration. She wanted that thing RAMMED inside of her, hard and fast.

Then he grabbed her hair, and pushed down on her back, making it arch. He tugged on her hair gently, like reins on a horse. "Oh yeah. Damn, that pussy of yours is tight. If I go any faster, I'm going to cum too fast."

Megan felt his familiar cock moving in and out of her in excruciatingly slowness, but the position made her feel every bump and touch of his flesh inside of her. His moans belied his own barely held control. Megan felt one hand tugging her hair and she felt so slavish to her own desire. Her head leaned way back and she felt her hair cascading behind her where her husband spread it out across her back.

Finally, he picked up the pace, and before he could move in and out of her three times, she felt the tremendous waves of an orgasm start crashing inside. She felt her pussy start to fill with her juices, pulsating, as Heath's cock started throbbing in it.

"Oh yeah, baby. Bark, for me, bark!" And she did, not because she had to, but because she wanted to.

"Bark, bark!" And the first resounding RAM in her pussy and Heath screamed. "Unggggh!"

"Bark BARK!" She was conscious that a neighbor might here her, she started barking so loudly. "BARK, BARK!" Heath slapped her ass again, though not too hard. Enough to elicit another yip and she felt her pussy tingle along with his now cascading, throbbing, cum pouring into her pussy.

"BARK, BARK, BARK! RUFF, RUFF!" She screamed out.

"UNGGH. Omigod, Omigod. Damn, you have a sweet pussy." Finally, the orgasm started to subside, and Heath let her hair back down as he gripped her hips, wedging his cock into her pussy for several last thrusts. Then he leaned over and kissed her back several times.

"Wow. That was fantastic." He kneeled behind her for several more moments as the last twitches of his cock finally ceased. He shook his head.

"Damn, baby." He stood up to go get a towel, careful not to make a mess on his business clothes. Megan turned over, sighing contentedly.

"Mmm. Nice to see you home, sexy." She said.

"Nice to be home. So how'd you manage to lock yourself up like that anyway? That was one heck of a surprise!"

Heath ducked into the bathroom in the hallway, coming out with a hand towel. He wiped himself off, and leaned over and touched Megan on her pussy with the towel, and then left it there when she put her hand on his to take it away.

Heath stopped for a moment, thinking. "You left the door unlocked, you know. That can't be safe, you tying yourself up like that. I mean, anyone could have come in here..."

He'd finally succeeded in getting his pants buttoned back up.

Megan shrugged. She was still trying to figure out how she could explain being the biggest slut ever seen to her husband.

He raised his eyebrows in question. "Well?"

"Well what?" She smiled.

He frowned slightly, thinking. "Well, for one thing, how'd you get up there, and didn't you give any thought to having the door unlocked?"

What would the biggest slut ever seen do? Megan snapped her fingers.

"And what's that sign hanging between your tits? You order that off the internet?" She'd nearly forgotten about the sign Kelly hung suspended on a chain between her tits locked and soldered to her nipple rings.

Megan shook her head no. Then she crawled forward on all fours and started un-belting Heath's pants. She kneeled in front of him, looking up with her big blue eyes in a very submissive posture.

"Huh? What's this?" His look held mild confusion, mixed with unexpected pleasure.

"Your wittle swut needs a taste of her husband's huge cock." She licked her lips as she unzipped his zipper.

"But, I thought you didn't like giving head all that much..." He let his voice trail off as she tugged on his waistband and took his balls in one hand and the shaft of his cock in the other.

She slipped her lips over the head of his cock, and spoke around it, slurring some of her words. "But I wuv it now. Mmm. I wanna taste your cum in my mouf." She knew she sounded slutty, but that was the point, wasn't it?

He closed his eyes enjoying the expert work his wife's lips and tongue were having on his cock. Then he looked down and noticed that she was savoring it, opening and closing her eyes, like she was tasting the most delightful crème brulee.

She started squeezing Heath's balls, slowly, in rhythmic time to the tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, taking it deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Then she started humming. "Mmmmmmm. Fuck my mouf!" She said through his cock.

Heath reached down grabbing the back of Megan's head - and slowly and gently at first, and then faster and harder, started thrusting his cock into Megan's mouth.

"Mmmph... MMMMPH." Megan could hardly contain, she suppressed her gag reflex, just desperately hoping her husband would cum in her mouth so she could enjoy the taste of it, feel the throbbing in her mouth.

Heath reached down and grabbed Megan's breast, pinching one of her nipples, eliciting a jolt of pain/pleasure that sent her spinning into orgasm.

"Unngg. Oh god, Oh god!" She moaned into Heath's cock. This was enough for him to start bucking in orgasm as well. In the midst of her orgasm that was streaming juices onto her calves, she made sure she caught every drop of Heath's cum as it spurted fitfully into her mouth.

"MMMM. Tastes tho good!" She said.

Heath cradled her head in his hands as he finished his orgasm and his cock slowly grew slightly flaccid.

Heath shook his head again, clearing his thoughts. "Wow! You're a horny one, aren't you?" Then he remembered why he'd come home so early.

"Wait a second here. What was that craziness going on yesterday when I called you? You sounded like a French whore." Heath started buckling up his pants again. "I had to cancel the rest of my trip to get back here because Kelly was doing some freaky shit. What in the hell was going on?"

Heath's mood had quickly changed from contented after-sex glow to anger like he had from the cell phone, a scant twenty-four hours earlier. Had it only been twenty-four hours?

"Well, don't just kneel there looking like a bewildered bimbo! Yesterday you said you were Miss Kelly's maid! What was that about?"

Megan couldn't avoid it any longer. She couldn't figure out what to do except spill the beans. She stood up.

"Heath, honey-bunny." She walked across the carpet and sat in one of the decorative chairs in their living room, completely disregarding the fact she was still stark naked. The sweet smell of their lovemaking permeated the room and the only sound was the tinkling of her sign on the chain between her titties.

She leaned forward, putting her hands on her knees, jutting her chest forward in what she knew was a slutty, provocative and distracting post. "It's not my fauwt." Dammit. I love Roger, but making me talk like a bimbo is not going to make this any easier.

"What isn't your fault?" Megan could tell Heath was trying to keep his patience.

"Okay, honey bunches," Megan started. Heath winced at her when he heard the sing-songy voice, but there wasn't much she could do about it. "I.. I have to tell you something, kay?" Megan batted her eyelashes and jiggled her titties for the sluttiest effect she could think of. She looked down at her left nipple for a moment and felt a sudden urge to suck on it.

So she did.

She reached a hand underneath her huge tit and drew her nipple up to her mouth. Her other hand moved down to her pussy and she started very lightly stroking her clit. "Mmmm."

Megan glanced at Heath and saw his hand on his hip, impatiently waiting on her, yet his jaw had dropped at her brazen display.

"Megan? What the fuck is going on? Tell me! What the hell is the matter with you?"

"Mmmm. Nothing's the matter with me. I'm... mmmmm. Biting my nipple and rubbing my clitty. Don't you like it?" Megan asked, smiling around the nipple ring she was tugging on with her teeth. And she'd done exactly as commanded. "Mmmmm."

"Sure, it looks great, Meg." Heath said sardonically. "But if you don't tell me what the hell is going on, what was going on last night, I'm..I don't know. I'm going to have real problems here." Heath gritted his teeth.

"Wouldn't you rather just watch your wittle cuddle duddles masturbate?" She grinned devilishly, knowing how much her husband had asked her to masturbate in front of him on numerous previous occasions.

"You said you were going to tell me something. You said you had to tell me something? Why are you so fucking horny all of a sudden? Jeezus. You don't even remember something you said sixty seconds ago?"

She was about ready to orgasm at this point. She felt suddenly for the sake of her marriage that she'd better keep from orgasming right then in front of her husband. "Yeehh, yes. Your-" She gulped back the orgasm. But she couldn't stop rubbing her clit. She slowly drew her fingers in a circle around her pussy, desperately wishing the orgasm away.

"Your cuddle duddles has," Gulp. "Something to say." Oh lord. Please don't orgasm right now. He'll walk right out that door, if you do. Please. Stop yourself. Then it hit her. That's it! Stop. My. Self.

"Megan, stop masturbating." Megan said. She tried to keep her voice low enough that Heath couldn't hear her. Obviously he had, when he gave her a crazy look. Thankfully, she'd stopped rubbing her clit, though she felt dreadfully unfulfilled. A few more strokes and she'd be screaming in ecstasy.

"Now, you're talking to yourself." Heath said.

"I.. there's so much that has happened to your wittle cuddle duddles since Saturday and that 'tupit hypnotist show." Megan said. She still jutted out her chest, and put her hands back on her knees.

Heath went around the corner into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka and a can of sprite. "Megan, stop talking like that! If you're going to tell me what happened and you give a damn about this marriage, you'd best take this seriously. That's a pretty un-ladylike way to sit, by the way."

Finally! No more bimbo talk. But a slut has to sit like a slut's going to sit. She kept her legs spread wide with her hands on her knees, leaning over.

Heath took a shot, straight from the bottle and then took a swig from his sprite.

"Okay, Kelly invited me over on Monday to come over and have a few drinks with her and Ginger and Rachel. Oh, and Dirk was there." Megan couldn't keep the blush from her face. She looked down at the ground.

"What is it?" Heath asked.

"Look. Dirk somehow made me give him a blowjob."

"WHAT?!" Heath slammed the bottle down on the counter.

"Wait. I mean, I dunno. I'm confused! I thought we couldn't do something we didn't want to do when hypnotized, right? Well, somehow, I was hypnotized to stand in the middle of the room, and there were a few other people there, and then I was up in the kitchen getting a drink, and then my clothes disappeared and then I just had this huge desire to blow Dirk."

All the words came out in a rush and Heath just stood there being pelted with them like hail in a storm. Megan just rushed through the story, wanting to get it off her well-endowed and eminently slutty chest.

"And then Kelly made me her maid somehow, and I had to clean her house. She had a sex-toy party and I had to do all this stuff for the women there. And I had to talk in a French accent and -"

Heath took another long, long shot. Didn't even use a chaser.

"And that's when you called. She made me talk in a French accent somehow, and I don't even know French!" Megan didn't even pause for a breath, though she did shrug, and her chain and sign shook, bumping against her chest.

"And.. and she made me like to eat girls' pussies! Oh wait, no that was that other girl, Julia. But anyway, she made it so anyone who said my name, I'd have to obey them. And then, the next day, she made me go to Cindy's house and - '

"Hold a second there. She did what? Anyone who said your name could command you around?" Incredulity dripped from his voice.

Meg raised her eyebrows plaintively, a victim. "Yes."

"Mind if I try?" Heath said. He took another long pull on the vodka bottle. He seemed to be in a state of semi-shock.

"Go ahead." Megan said quietly. She honestly didn't mind her husband making her do anything. She still had to tell him about Roger and how she was in love with two men.

Heath stood there watching her for several moments, which dragged into minutes. He took another long pull from the vodka bottle, marking a third of it gone.

"So, obviously, I have to think of something you wouldn't normally do, right? Else, it's not much of a test. Right?" Heath sounded somewhere between bitter and bewildered.

Megan nodded once, slowly. She wasn't quite sure where this was going.

"I see. Well then. Megan, Answer every question honestly, no matter what. Do you understand?"

Megan wrinkled her eyebrows in question, but nodded.

"Good. Megan, obey everything I say, explicitly.

She waited for the other shoe to drop.

"Stand up." Megan stood. "Don't move." What's with guys wanting me to stand still, like a damned mannequin?

"Okay. Still not something you'd not ordinarily do. Though, I'll have to admit-" Heath came forward, still holding the bottle. "I've never seen you have a sign like this before." He flicked the sign.

"Still, I'm rather curious why they made you wear it. You haven't been a slut, have you?"

Megan wasn't quite sure how she was supposed to answer when she was told not to move. After a moment, Heath realized this as well.

"You may speak." He said.

"Yes, I have been a slut." She winced as she said it. She didn't want to tell that to her husband, but she had no choice, He'd told her answer every question. Cindy's prior command had been to simply be honest. There wasn't any leeway in her husband's command.

Megan's husband was visibly upset. No one had ever touched his wife like that before. Yet, she could see the strain of his cock against the front of his pants. What was this about?

"I see. Here, I shouldn't be the only one drinking. Have a shot." Heath handed her the bottle and the chaser. She didn't take it.

"Oh hell, you can move again. Don't know why I said that to begin with."

Megan reached over and took the bottle and sprite can and took a three second pull on the bottle. The shot almost immediately hit her, since she hadn't eaten all day. She shook her head several times.

"Okay. Tell me the rest of the story. I interrupted you. Please, continue. I imagine we'll get to the slut parts." Heath made a strong attempt not to grit his teeth.

"Where was I?" Megan said.

"Cindy's house?" His lips hardly moved. Megan had heard that tone of voice after Heath had spent four hours on the phone trying to get long distance charges fixed.

"Oh yeah." This was the hard part. "Okay, well, I went over there and Roger was there. And I was in that French maid outfit, and I started cleaning her house like Kelly told me to. But then, Roger comes over with some friends and they're watching me clean. I can't leave, because of Kelly's stupid hold over me with that hypnotism. Well, then Roger figures out what's going on and he starts ordering me around. But, don't blame him, okay?" Megan stopped short.

Heath had been paying close attention and Megan's last sentence caught him off guard. "Huh?"

"Don't blame Roger for what's about to happen. I.. I.. I love him."

Heath looked completely dumbfounded. "Huh?" The large amount of liquor was obviously starting to affect him. He couldn't quite connect the dots. "No, Megan, you love me. Right?"

"Yes, but I love him too. It's not your fault, and it's not his fault. I'll just have to figure it out."

"I .. you're not making any sense, Meg. Just, forget about that. What happened next?"

"Forget what?" Megan asked. Completely confused. What had she just been talking about?

"Ha ha. Very funny. So what happened with Roger?" Heath's tone held a mixture of curiousity, anger and anquish.

"Well. I don't know if I can tell you this, Heath. I just don't know."

"Tell me. Now!" An ominous tone had crept into his voice again.

"They all fucked me! And I enjoyed it. It was the best fucking sex I ever had!" Megan slammed a hand over her mouth, disbelief written across her face. Her other hand followed the first and she shook her head. She could feel her tits under her forearms and the tingle in her slutty pussy betrayed her feelings.

Heath shook his head like he'd just walked away from a disastrous car accident. Forty five seconds passed, when he finally croaked, "How many?"

"Hmm?" through the hands over her mouth.

"How many guys fucked you?" he blinked several times, holding back the rage and tears.

"I.. uh, well, Roger," Megan strained to hold back the lust and joy she thought of when Roger's image flicked across her brain. From Heaths' look, she didn't succeed. "And then there was this other black guy, some latino guy, and a white dickhead."

Heath staggered back with each word. He finally found his way to a bar stool. He realized the bottle was back in his hand, so he took another long pull. The fifth of vodka was nearly half gone.

"And then, Cindy chased us out of the house. She made me realize what a slut I was. And then some cop came by and I .. I fucked him too. I couldn't help it!" Megan started crying, seeing the pain she'd caused in her husband. But it was out. Finally. All of it.

"Stop! Stop talking! I can't take it!"

Megan's mouth clapped shut. Megan moved forward, to try to wrap her arms around her husband, to comfort him. To make him realize she wasn't that different. She didn't know she was that much of a slut, but it could still be fun, right? The joy and pleasure she'd felt over the past few days couldn't be all wrong, right?

But after only a few steps across the room, he held up his hand. "Stop. Not right now. Just, stay there. I need a minute to think." His face had turned ashen and he sounded like he'd just heard his best friend had died.

Her feet were glued to the floor. Certainly was inconvenient at times having to obey every damn word someone told you.

Several minutes passed. Megan took the chance to look at the soldered locks on her nipple rings. She couldn't figure out a less than painful way to get the sign off her chest. With her luck, the chain was frickin' titanium.

Finally, Heath spoke. "So, you love Roger."

Megan nodded.

"And me."

She nodded again.

Then a keen light shone in Heath's eyes. He looked straight at her - angry, determined, drunk. "Megan. You do not love Roger."

And she didn't. She didn't. She didn't! That sonofbitch.

Megan started gesturing towards her mouth, frantically wishing to speak.

"What?" He paused. "You can speak. Whatever." Heath shrugged.

"Oh, honey. I love you, and only you. Please, please help me." Megan started crying. She stomped her foot in frustration. "I was made to do all these things!"

"Alright then." Heath felt it. Megan could tell that Heath knew she was sincere, the feelings across the room were palpable.

"First, Megan, stop crying." And she did. She wiped her eyes several times.

"Megan, you're not a slut." Obviously, Heath had figured it out. And Megan suddenly felt terribly underdressed. Heath was fully clothed and she was standing naked in the living room. She could feel the dried cum all over her body, and it wasn't even nearly all Heath's. Ewww.

"What else did they do to you?" Heath asked. Megan heard a hint of guilt, sorrow and sympathy in his voice.

"Well, I love women's pussy now." Megan said quietly.

"Do you like the fact that you do?" Heath asked. He even had a hint of a smile in his question.

Megan responded bashfully. "Yes." She let some hair fall down over her face, hiding her shy grin.

"C'mere." Heath said. His teeth flashed and he held his arm out to Megan like he had a thousand times before. Megan realized it would all be all right.

Megan awoke the next morning, the pain in her arms from hanging in the living room for several hours had subsided. But her head pounded from all the vodka she and her husband had shared. They'd worked out a few more of their issues, and though Heath was not pleased with the outcome, Megan had agreed that she would do whatever it took to make things right. She'd been forced to admit that indeed, the previous day's orgy was actually the best sex she'd ever had.

This had not made Heath happy at all.

She heard her husband on the phone downstairs. Megan climbed out of bed, threw on her satin robe and tried to overhear the conversation.

"Yep. Uh huh. How much?" Heath tapped a pad of paper with a pen. "That's a bit steep, don't you think?"

Heath breathed a deep sigh, resigned. "Okay, yes, this does seem to be the only way, and you're the only guy in town. Okay, Friday night it is then. Right." He nodded his head a few times, Megan could tell while poking her head around the corner.

"Okay, thanks again. See you tomorrow night then." He hung up the phone.

Megan took that moment to come out of hiding from around the corner, trying to look natural. "So, who was that, honey?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, what, no cuddle duddles?" He said it sarcastically, without a smile. Megan longed for his smile just then.

"Um. No." She tightened the belt on her robe, all business. "So, who was that?"

Heath paused a few moments, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't dressed for work, wearing shorts and topsiders, with a polo shirt.

"It was Wally. The hypnotist. We're planning something for tomorrow night. A little something special for Dirk and Kelly. You're going to help, Megan."

Megan felt the compulsion still active as Heath said her name. She knew then, she'd help her husband anyway she could with what he had planned. "What do you mean? I mean, I'm happy to help, of course."

Megan kept her tone contrite. She couldn't begin to imagine how her husband was going to forgive her for the orgy the day before. How he'd forced her to go into graphic detail the night before about how she was enthralled by a huge black penis in her face.

"You're going to play the role of obedient maid for another day. I'm going to make sure that you aren't really under Kelly's control, but, you're going to get Ginger, Rachel and our two demonic friends to come over and Wally's going to stage a private party for us. I think Kelly's overdue for some fun."

Heath moved into the living room from the kitchen. He dropped into the easy chair, sighing, shaking his head. Megan kept her lips pressed closely together.

"I talked to Dirk." Heath said. Megan looked up, her eyes relaying her shock. "Don't worry. I didn't let him know that I knew. I kept it cool. He did tell me that he and Kelly are getting divorced though. So it's going to make our bit of revenge a bit easier on him."

Megan waited patiently, watching Heath steeple his fingers as he continued.

"Don't worry." He said, looking up. "He's going to have a bit of fun as well.. for a little while. I talked to a friend of yours. Someone named Julia, I believe?"

Megan blushed, her face aflame, remembering her last sight of Julia as she straddled her face, juices pouring down her cheeks as Megan screamed her own orgasm in time with Julia's. "What did she have to say?"

"Nothing too much. She's going to be visiting tomorrow night as well. I had to get the number from Rachel, apparently she's a friend of hers. Anyway, she seems sweet. The type we could have over and play some Rummy with or something."

"Who, Rachel?" Megan asked, confused by the mass of pronouns.

"No, Julia! Oh, forget it. Look, go upstairs. I need something to take my mind off things. We're going out. Dress to kill, kay?"

Megan didn't need to be forced. She knew the least she could do was make her husband feel better. She went upstairs looking for her sluttiest outfit that would still work in public.

"Hmm. He likes those garter belts..." She said, tapping her chin as she walked up the stairs.