Double Life---Part 3
by Headhunter
(for Kathy B)


That night Jen had erotic dreams where she was being forced to strip 
and lie on the ground surrounded by a large group of men and boys 
while they masturbated onto her body. At one point during the dream, 
between the naked hairy legs of the men surrounding her, she caught a 
fleeting glimpse of her husband and children playing together as a 
happy family. But that quick glimpse of an unaware family was soon 
obscured by row upon row of cum spurting penises.

The next morning, after getting her family off to school and work, 
Jen retrieved the bag from her car and dressed for work. The hot pink 
panties and bra were very sheer and semi-transparent. The panties 
were cut high on her hips. Also, there were a white garter and 
stockings. It took her a while to get them fastened, since she had no 
experience wearing anything like that. The cool smooth silk did feel 
good next to her skin, but she was worried about Mr. Jones. How would 
he react? Her pale nipples were slightly visible through the bra cup 
material and her brown pubic hair was very evident when she looked in 
the full-length bathroom mirror. She put on a conservative dress, and 
with trepidation went to work.

Nothing was said or happened until the end of the day. Then she was 
summoned to Mr. Jones's office. She was surprised to find the head of 
security with Mr. Jones. The Security Chief shut the door behind Jen 
and said, "Here is the video tape you wanted, Mr. Jones." Mr. Jones 
put the tape in a TV VCR combination that sat on his desk. As the 
picture became clear he said, "Jen, do you remember the car break-ins 
a couple of years ago in the parking lot? Well, we installed security 
cameras to catch the thief." The picture was time stamped and dated 
the previous day. Nothing but an empty parking lot with Jen's and Mr. 
Jones's car, but finally it showed Jen and Mr. Jones exiting the 
building, Jen's skirt swirling in the breeze.

"The boys surrounding you when your blouse was open is a particularly 
good shot. The picture quality isn't very good, but you can tell its 
you, Jen. Yes! I'm going to enjoy looking at this tape over and over, 
it really makes me excited and this way I can always have a naked 
Mrs. Frost to fantasize about. Did you keep a copy of the tape for 
yourself Chief Franks?" "Sure did Mr. Jones, She is one sweet looking 
woman, real nice titties," replied the Security Chief.

Once again Jen was mortified, she blushed and looked down. Rather 
than get mad, the fight seemed to drain out of her.

She begged, "Please Mr. Jones destroy those tapes. It's not fair, I 
have done everything you've asked. If my family and friends saw that 
tape my life would be over. I never did anything wrong to start 
with."

Jones smiled back at her, "Quit your crying Mrs. Frost. Nobody will 
see this tape unless I want them to. And by the way, those boys were 
minors, and now you have exposed your naked body to them. So you not 
only can go to jail for embezzlement but also sex crimes against 
minors, and leading them into delinquency."

"But... it was... an ... accident," stammered a panic stricken Jen.

"Look at the tape, that ain't no accident. You standing there with 
your arms wide open," sneered the Security Chief, "what a stupid 
slut!"

Jen reeled at hearing that word used about her. But the Chief was 
right, the tape clearly showed her full-frontal nudity. One boy 
touching her breast and another with his pants around his knees, body 
furiously shaking. Her mind began to bend, how had she gotten into 
that situation, maybe she was a deviant. Oh no! she had to protect 
her family, she would endure anything to protect them.

It didn't take the Chief and Mr. Jones long to start having some fun 
with the distraught but completely beaten housewife.

Like a zombie Jen stood in the middle of the office as the Chief 
said, "lets see the real thing!" Her mind was overloaded with what 
had happened to her in just a few days.

She heard Mr. Jones say, "Strip off that dress, and lets see those 
pretty panties and bra, you bought just for me." Jones and the Chief 
sat on an office couch and as if in a dream Jen unbuttoned her dress 
and let it slip to the floor.

"God damn look at that body," exclaimed the Chief. "Real nice for 
having two kids." Mr. Jones leaned over to the Chief and whispered to 
him. "Don't get too aggressive. I'm bringing this bitch along slow. 
In a week or two we will be able to get her to do anything we want, 
but for the next few days just follow my lead. Give her lots of 
compliments on how good she looks and humiliate her like she is just 
a piece of meat verbally, but don't touch yet!"

The Chief whispered back, "OK, for now, but I want to do it all with 
her. I don't care is she is somebody's wife and mother. My cock has 
just gotta dump a load into her." Jones smiled, "Don't worry, before 
I'm done she is gonna be begging for your cock up her pussy and down 
her throat."

The Chief fell into the role, "Mrs. Frost you sure are a good looking 
piece of ass. Mr. Jones just said I can look but don't touch, That's 
OK with me after all you are just a cheap slut anyway, but you sure 
are a good looking piece of thieving and cradle robbing wool. I just 
wish you were a blonde, you really are just a dumb air headed blonde 
anyway, aren't you?"

Mr. Jones taking his erect penis out of his pants said, "Walk around 
the room, Jen, I want to see you in those nice underthings, make your 
tits bounce when you walk." Still in denial and without even an 
objection to the presence of the Chief or his crude words, Jen slowly 
began walking. "No! that's not good enough. Jump up and down." The 
humiliating instructions continued while the voyeur Jones stroked his 
tumescent cock. "Bend over--- do jumping jacks--- lock your hands 
behind your back and stick your chest out----sit on the edge of the 
desk and spread your legs." It went on and on for what seemed like an 
eternity to Jen, but in reality was only a few minutes.

In fact, Jen grew accustomed to her near nudity and the humiliating 
orders, even comfortable, after she realized that neither man was 
going to touch her. The torment finally ended when Jones' red cock 
erupted and shot an arc of cum onto the floor at Jen's feet. "Put 
your dress on and go home, Mrs. Frost, just pretend this didn't 
happen. Anyway, I'm sure your husband will like your new underthings. 
Don't forget to wear another set tomorrow."

In shame Jen pulled on her dress and with down cast eyes crept from 
the office. As the door shut behind her she could hear the men 
laughing. They had enjoyed the show and knew that Jen was a rare 
beauty, a mature woman who was sexy as hell and didn't know it. Both 
men knew that Jen's sexuality was soon to be the most important thing 
in her life. They could see it just below the surface of the wife and 
mother veneer.

That night at home, Jen hid the panties and bra from her husband and 
was once again distant.

The next day Jen was called into Jones's office before lunch. "Today 
rather than get me lunch, I want you to go to the beauty parlor and 
get your hair colored blonde. The Chief was right, you should be a 
blonde bimbo."

Jen was in shock, "But Mr. Jones, I can't do that what would my 
family and friends say?"

Jones grinned, "Hell woman, I'm not asking you to color your hair 
green. Tell your family anything you want, that's your problem. But I 
want my "show girl" to be a blonde."

Jen grasping at straws pleaded, "It will take too long I have to pick 
up my kids from school."

"That's on my time, Jen. They can wait for you, pick them up after 
the dye job! I'll see you at the end of the day. Can't wait to see a 
new pair today. What did your husband say about your clothes last 
night?"

Jen ignored the question and feeling out of control of her own life 
ran from the office. But Jen soon found herself driving to a hair 
stylist who took walk-in appointments. Not her usual stylist. She 
felt that she couldn't face anyone she knew, and she also couldn't 
face the questions that would be asked.

Changing the mother and housewife into a blonde took more time than 
she thought and by the time she picked up her kids, with her hair 
hidden by a scarf, they were waiting for her. They were the last ones 
picked up. They complained about being left and the guilt pierced 
Jen's heart. She dropped the kids off at the daycare and made it back 
to work with only an hour and a half left in the day.

Now she had a decision to make. Should she go back inside and try to 
hide her hair, or just face the music with her co-workers when they 
asked about her being a shining new blonde. Jen decided to get it 
over with. She entered the building proudly after running a brush 
through the silky blonde tresses. She thought to herself, "Actually I 
look good. I need to change my make-up for the new coloring, but it 
is not bad." Her co-workers were stunned. It just seemed so out of 
character for the conservative wife and mother that they knew. Nobody 
said anything to her face, but Jen did hear some whispering behind 
her back.

At the end of the day she was summoned to Mr. Jones Office. He was 
the only one there and he had her put on her show in her panties and 
bra. He called her humiliating names and played with himself in front 
of her. But Jen was getting used to it, and even found herself 
strangely aroused by the situation. Jones told her to wear the white 
sheer panties and bra, and to fix her make-up differently for her new 
blonde bimbo look.

Bill Frost was stunned when his wife walked in 30 minutes late from 
work. He could barely stammer out the words, "What did you do?" "I 
just felt like a change Bill, its not a big deal," Jennifer said 
trying to down play the new hairstyle and trying to convince herself. 
Bill wasn't happy about the change. Actually, he didn't mind but was 
upset that his wife hadn't even talked to him about it. But then 
there was very little talking or anything going on at home for Bill, 
his wife seemed preoccupied with work all of the time and their 
normally immaculate home was getting a bit messy, from Jennifer's 
lack of attention.

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Jennifer made the turn into Mr. Jones neighborhood. Her stomach was 
doing flip flops. She was thankful the the upscale neighborhood had 
plenty of room between the houses. She feared some nosy neighbor of 
Mr. Jones recognizing her or her car. She was excited and frightened 
at the same time. What if her family found out she was going to her 
bosses house "all tarted up?" How would she explain it? Deep down 
inside she knew that she wouldn't be able to explain or lie this 
away, not like she had lied about everything else over the past few 
weeks. Jennifer thought back to how things began to change after she 
became a blonde.

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The day after her blonde dye job, Jones had Jen buy his lunch and 
feed him in her sheer bra and panties like she was a harem slave. 
Before the meal was over Jones demanded that Jen sit on his desk 
facing him. He opened the top drawers on each side of the desk and 
had Jen place her feet into them. He then sat in his chair, plate of 
food in front of him, between Jen's widely spread legs. Jen looked 
down on the top of Joneses head. He stared intently first at her bra 
covered breasts then at the mass of brown hair that showed through 
her sheer panties. He ate his food leisurely, the fork moving just 
inches from her silk covered pussy. Both Jen and Jones became aware 
of the pungent sexual odor that began to drift up from Jen's pussy.

Jones finished eating and pushed back from the desk. "Well Jen 
tomorrow is Friday. I want you to wear the black panties and bra. 
Also, now that you are a blonde, I don't like your brown cunt hair, 
it doesn't look right. So you need to shave it off completely. I 
don't want to see any pussy hair tomorrow."

"But Mr. Jones, I can't ... how would I explain... ?" Jen stuttered. 
"I don't care. Tell your husband that you have an infection or 
something. That's your problem. You know what I want, now do it or 
face the consequences you beautiful slut. Remember, black panties and 
no pubic hair." snarled Jones.

That night Jen was more distant than ever from her family. She 
decided to wait until the next morning to shave her pussy. She didn't 
really even know how to do it. She guessed it would be like shaving 
her legs. She lied to her husband that night. She told him that she 
had a gynecologist appointment the next day. She was getting good at 
lying to her family to explain the humiliating demands of the 
perverted Mr. Jones.

The next morning after seeing her family off Jen retreated to the 
bathroom. She ran a hot tub and began by shaving her legs then she 
worked her way up to her groin. The soft shaving cream felt delicious 
against her tender flesh. Carefully she removed the hair. The only 
difficulty part was removing the down-like hair below her cunt slit 
and around her puckered brown asshole.

It felt so delicious, and Jen had been so sexually aroused over the 
past week, that two of her soapy fingers slipped easily into her hot 
snatch and with only a small amount of manipulation Jennifer had a 
huge orgasm that caused water to splash out of the tub. After 
recovering Jen dried her body. She noticed that she had lost a few 
pounds of post baby fat. Well, she hadn't been eating much lately, 
and the tension of her situation probably caused her to burn more 
calories.

Looking in the full length mirror as she pulled on the black panties 
that Mr. Jones had requested, she thought to herself, "I do look good 
."

Something didn't feel right. Despite having the panties pulled on Jen 
could still feel the cool air on her now shorn labia. She look closer 
and discovered that the panties while not crotchless, were designed 
with an opening that ran right down the middle of the small amount of 
material that was there. In a panic Jen looked closely at the bra. 
The fabric was very sheer and to her horror the tips of the cups were 
cut out. When she wore the bra her pale pink and very tender nipples 
would poke through!

"That bastard Jones" she thought. But she did notice an adrenalin 
feeling coursing through her body. And though she couldn't admit it, 
even to herself, as the cool air played across her prominent cunt 
lips, moisture was collecting at the opening of her vagina.

Jennifer wore the panties and bra, but put on a very conservative 
heavy skirt and blouse. Unfortunately, the coarse material of her 
shirt rubbed her uncovered nipples all day. Her nipples were kept 
hard and became so raw that the nerve ending were in a constant state 
of stimulation. Lunch was another office meal for Mr. Jones. After 
buying the meal and bringing it to his office. Jen locked the office 
door and made her way to his desk.

"You bastard, Mr. Jones, You knew about these underwear... ... "

"That it," roared Jones, "I'm fed up with your complaining and 
attitude. You are a god dam worthless piece of cunt flesh that's good 
for nothing except popping out your stupid husband's babies and for 
me and OTHER men to look at while we get our rocks off. Now I'm going 
to take the evidence, the video tapes and everything to the police. 
I'm going to fire your good looking slut ass, and show everything to 
your family and neighbors. They will see what a dumb cunt your are, 
good for nothing but showing off to men. NOW get the hell out of 
here, clean out your desk, you are fired. And you better find a good 
criminal attorney to defend you, and while your at it you better get 
a good divorce lawyer, because when I'm done your family ain't gonna 
want you around either!!!"

Jen was in shock, and the last of her will, her self-confidence was 
gone. Without thinking she fell to her knees and began to beg in a 
little girls voice. "Please, please Mr. Jones I'm sorry, I'll do 
anything, please... "

Jones looked down. "No, its too late, get the hell out", growled 
Jones.

"Please ... Please... " Jen stood up, tears streaming down her face. 
She was thinking of her husband as she unbuttoned her blouse. 
"Please... Please... " She was thinking of he neighbors as the blouse 
slid to the floor. "Please... .. Please... " She was thinking of her 
beautiful home as she unbuttoned her skirt. "Please... Please... " 
She was thinking of her church activities as the skirt pooled at her 
feet. "Please ... Please... " She was thinking of her children as she 
leaned against Joneses desk grasped the edges of the opening in her 
panties and wantonly displayed her pink, full lipped pussy to the man 
who had her under his thumb. She leaned back and ran a finger between 
the engorged pussy lips. "Please... don't destroy me... Please, I'll 
do what you want... ."

Jennifer was not longer thinking of family or friends. She was now 
only thinking about how good it felt to display herself in front of 
this man. How good it felt to have his eyes on her as she shamelessly 
masturbated with her fingers. How good it felt to be made to do "bad" 
things. Jones had his cock out and was stroking furiously. He was 
thinking how much he enjoyed controlling and humiliating the young 
housewife and mother. Without missing a stroke on his red iron hard 
penis, Jones hit the call button to the security office, "Chief, this 
is Mr. Jones, come up to my office ... and bring a video camera."
