8 comments/ 69575 views/ 24 favorites Wife Writer By: evals22 Wife Writing Part 1 The greater part of this story takes place during the last eight months. Yet, to fully understand how this all came to be one needs some background. David, now fifty, and Lori, forty seven were married twenty five years ago. They met during the summer of the year David graduated from a west coast college with his MBA in business and she had just finished her third year of college at a Midwestern State College. It was a ‘love at first sight' type of romance and a whirlwind courtship. He had an offer from a west coast start up company and was headed to the Silicone Valley. He was madly in love with her and proposed marriage, saying they could wait a year until she finished her final year at college. Lori said she did not care to finish college, couldn't bear to be apart from him and wanted to come to California. After much discussion they quickly put together a small wedding with just their close families in attendance. David found it strange, Lori had no college friends at her wedding, let alone in it. Her sister and cousins made up the bridesmaids. When he questioned her she said she had no college friends and changed the subject. Lori, a slim shortish brunette, was a shy girl when he first met her at a family party. His family lived in the Chicago suburbs, as did hers, but they had attended different schools and met when mutual acquaintances of their parents had a garden party. One wouldn't call her sexy or beautiful, nor would ugly or homely fit. She was like most coeds, average. Greg, like Lori, was another average looking student at the California College he attended. The women at the party spread the word that he was quite a catch with a promising future in the new computer industry. He fell head over heels in love and to him she was beautiful. Since their first date they had been very passionate yet they never went beyond heavy petting. Lori told him she felt he was special and wanted to wait for the right time before they had sex. They both knew each other was experienced sexually but she was insistent her other liaisons had been without love and meaningless. She did not want to spoil their relationship. One week before their marriage she told him she had to speak with him about something that was troubling her. She said it was best to let him know now before the wedding. In an obvious emotional state she told David things about her college life. "You know I love you," she paused, "well, I haven't been entirely honest about college." "What do you mean, Lori. Nothing you can say will change my love for you," he whispered. "You know I had a few boyfriends at school, well this is stupid, but one night I got drunk and we had our initials tattooed on our asses. I have a little heart on my butt with the initials CS, for Curt Stevens, I am so embarrassed." David laughed, "Listen, if that's the stupidest thing you have done, don't worry. We both had lovers in college, but now, you are the only person I will ever really love. We promised to be honest and true to each other." He pulled her to him and gently kissed her forehead. He asked to see the tattoo and she pulled her shorts and panties down just enough to show the high part of her right ass cheek. He saw a small half dollar sized heart with an arrow through it and the letters CS in the center. This was before the use of lasers made tattoo removal easy. They decided to go to a local parlor and see if the artist could change the CS to a DF. The artist told David it would not work but suggested he color the inside of the heart in red and that would blot out the initials. They agreed and after he finished, it appeared as though Lori only had a red heart. If you were very close you could see a faint outline of the initials because the red colors were not identical. David did not mind since no one, even her Doctor would ever get that close. No one except himself. In fact he found it strangely exciting. He thought of her and this boyfriend whenever he saw the heart. A close high school friend of David's attended the same college as Lori. David ran into his friend at a local hang out and they were talking about what had been going on since they left high school. David mentioned his soon to be wife, Lori and asked if his friend knew her. He told David he knew of her but didn't know her. When David asked what he meant his friend said she dated one of the basketball players and rumors around school were the players were pretty wild. David asked his friend what that meant and he said he really didn't know because he was never ‘cool' enough to go to those parties. He seemed vague and nervous. The friend asked David if he remembered Sam Philips. Sam graduated a year before them and received a basketball scholarship to his college. His friend said maybe Sam knew about what went on because he was on the team, though he was mainly a bench warmer. David remembered; Sam was well known at high school, though he didn't know him personally. David dropped the subject, having no reason or desire to go behind Lori's back to find out her history. The past was just that, the past. Well, fast forward twenty three years. Their marriage was in every sense a success; they had two sons and David had done very well in the computer industry. David was a vice president at a company in the Bay Area and though not filthy rich he was well off. The first few years of their marriage was a sexual wonderland for them both. They loved each other deeply and were adventurous in their lovemaking. Lori would dress sexily for David and they experimented in all types of sex. Every room of their first apartment was the site of their passion. He knew she was experienced, especially with oral sex but whenever he asked Lori about her experiences she would change the subject or simply ignore David. He pressed her, early in their marriage and they had quite an argument over it. David decided to leave it alone and never brought the subject up again. As things go in life, and often in marriages, changes occurred slowly over the years. Children came into the picture and their time and freedom was curtailed. David moved up the corporate ladder and along with that came more hours of work and less time at home and even less time doing the athletic things that kept him in shape. No more pick up basketball games and trips to the gym and racquetball court lessened and finally came to a halt. At forty eight years David was fifty pounds heavier than his wedding day weight. He now wore glasses and though still a loving husband the fire in their marriage had dimmed. Lori on the other hand, even after two children had kept her shape. She of course, did not have all the pressures of her husband and made a point of finding the time to visit the gym often. After finishing breast feeding their second son she was unhappy with how her breasts had lost some of their firmness and ‘perkiness'. Though David assured her he loved her as she was she went ahead with breast implants. Not to please her husband, though he certainly was, but for her own self esteem. Now she was able to wear the clothes she wanted and was proud to be one of the only mother's at the club house who felt comfortable in a two piece bathing suit. She had enlarged her breasts to a size 34C, bigger than when in college. Now they made love, but it was rarely spontaneous and always in their bedroom. If David ever felt horny and approached his wife she would always put off his advances until they were in the bedroom. She would never deny him; she truly loved him, but the spark was gone. One night David, feeling a bit randy, tried to persuade Lori to give him a blow job in their kitchen. The kids were gone and there was little chance of discovery. Lori playfully refused his advances and when he didn't let up she finally lost her temper. "Listen, I use to love to drop down on my knees and give you head...anywhere. It is different now, people our age do not do things like they did when they were young. Besides, in those days when I would look up with your cock in my mouth I'd see your sexy eyes. Now I see your belly!" As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt sorry. His eyes showed the hurt, and it hurt because it was true. He certainly knew he wasn't sexy anymore. He also knew if Lori were fifty pounds heavier, maybe he wouldn't be horny as much. Feeling sorry she gave him a sexy smile and whispered, "If you drop those fifty pounds I'll do whatever, and I mean whatever you want one night a month. And every month as long as you keep the weight off." David angrily walked away and never mentioned sex in the kitchen again. Nor did he go on a diet; he felt he was too old to change. Perhaps, if not for the following event, their life would have gone on pretty much as it was. Yet sometimes one small occurrence can set a chain reaction of events that has a large impact on one's life. In this case it was a summer thunderstorm in the Midwest about sixteen months ago. David had been in New York for business and his connecting flight and all others, out of Chicago O'Hare airport had been canceled due to the storm. He called his office and Lori telling them it would be hours before they allowed flights out. Being a first class traveler he went to the Ambassador club and sat at the bar. Sitting to his left was another stranded flyer nursing a beer. He looked vaguely familiar to David, but he could not place him. After about fifteen minutes the bartender, looking at this man's credit card spoke. "Can I get you another beer, Mr. Philips?" The bartender acknowledged the slight affirmative head nod and went to pull another draft from the tap. David looked a little closer and noticed the man was tall, maybe six foot three or four. He looked to be about David's age, though in better shape. Sitting on the bar next to the man was an alumni pamphlet from the college Lori went to. "Excuse me, sorry to bother you," David made eye contact as the man looked up from his fresh beer, "but you seem familiar. Are you Sam Philips?" "Yeah, do I know you?" his voice wasn't angry, just that of someone who was tired of airports and waiting. "Not really, I know you, well, I was the year behind you at Roosevelt High and I watched you play basketball till you graduated and went to State, wasn't it? You were the best player at Roosevelt, I think ever." The man smiled slowly, enjoying reliving his glory days and seemed to perk up a bit. "We took state championships two years straight. What did you say your name was?" He reached out, offering his hand for a handshake. David gripped it and introduced himself. They talked about high school and the games. Sam enjoyed hearing and talking about his part on the team. He set many individual school records which still stand today. After awhile David bought him a beer and asked about college ball at State. Sam explained their team never played to their potential and was always just short of breaking loose. David remembered his friend who went to State telling David about the parties the team had and how Lori had dated one of the players. He thought he would try and get some info out of Sam. He knew the best way was through Sam's ego. "I had a friend from Roosevelt who went to State. He went to all the games and felt the coach had something against you. He felt they didn't play you enough." David could see Sam's chest swell as he was able to add to his reason's why the coach had it out for him. After talking for over thirty minutes David decided it was time to press things. "Sam, my Buddy told me the basketball team had some parties back then. Wild girls and such. Is that so?" "Well, Dave," he had introduced himself as David but didn't correct Sam's use of the name he didn't care for, "you're friend is right about that. I swear, there was one girl, I wish I could remember her name, but anyway, she was a total slut. She dated Frank Mackenzie, he was the star forward. Not sure if you remember him; got drafted by Detroit but blew out his knee before he ever made it to the pros." "Well Frank and I were tight, being the only white guys on the team we became close friends. Now, mind you I got along with the brothers all right but me and Frank hit it off. All of us lived in the same fraternity, Alpha Omega." "Well Frank had this girlfriend, she was a year younger than us. We called her Cum Slut." his voiced lowered and he looked around to be sure he didn't offend anyone. "She was a cute girl, not beautiful, but nice. You wouldn't expect someone like her to act the way she did. If I knew now...you know that saying. I have been in a few D/s relationships these last twenty years. I didn't know it then, but she was one of the most submissive women I have ever met." "Sorry Frank, I've heard of D/S and S & M, but to tell you the truth I'm not sure what the difference is," David replied. "Well, they are both about power. Giving it up and being in control. S & M is power, but it is also about pain. Dominance and submission can be about pain or just about someone giving up control to someone else. They get turned on sexually by being made to do things. In this girl's case she got off on being told what to do, being humiliated and degraded." "Hey, this isn't probably good for a fat old fart like me, but tell me about her. What was so special about her?" Sam laughed and continued, "You keep popping for the beers and I'll keep talking, now I remember. Her name was Laurel or Lorna. Something like that." David felt a stirring in his cock and wondered if he was talking about his wife. Sam went on to say after the first few months of dating his buddy, Frank started putting demands on his girlfriend. He would openly fondle her and talk dirty about her in front of his friends. He would tell them how he was training her to be a great cocksucker. She would just stand there and get red in the face. But if you looked at her nipples they would get hard as little erasers. "Towards he end of the first year he had pretty much exploited her submissive nature," explained Sam. "She would allow Frank to use her both privately and publicly as he wished." The stories and beers continued. David, now was afraid to find out if this girl Sam was talking about was in fact his wife. This was much more than young sexual experimentation, but rather the exploits of a woman who had no self esteem and was a complete slut. Sam described how she would orally service any of Frank's friends and was often made to degrade herself. Often naked at parties she would masturbate to entertain the boys of the fraternity and though her pussy was Frank's alone her mouth was available to any frat brother who asked, at any time. During rush week Frank arranged for her to rush the most exclusive sorority on campus. Everyone there was connected to old money and were the beauties of the campus. Frank was close to one of the more evil of the sisters. The girl thought only Frank's frat brother's knew of her exploits, but in reality most on campus knew her as the Cum Slut. She was told to join the sorority she needed to be initiated. They told her all the girls had gone through this rite of passage and after a few drinks she acquiesced. Shots of tequila were set up and each Sorority Sister gave their boyfriend a shot glass. The boys would go by themselves into another room and jerk off into the shot glass. These sisters were not the kind of girls who openly displayed sexual acts and would not tarnish their reputations by accompanying their beaus into the room to assist in ‘the milking', as they referred to it. Soon there were twelve shot glasses filled with various amounts of spunk, cum, jizz or in technical terms, sperm. They lined them up in threes and told their pledge she needed to drink three followed by a shot of tequila. This would be repeated four times until she had emptied all the vessels. The booze, the shouting of the girls, the desire to become a member of the sorority and finally Frank's persistence spurred this twenty year old girl on. She completed the task to the amazement of the debutantes who all kept tissue at their sides to dispense any fluids, when and if they ever had oral sex. Once done the room went silent, except for the quiet snickers and giggles of the twelve girls. Sam continued, shaking his head. Next, as Frank had described to Sam, Frank told the group the last part of the initiation was for her to drink from the source. Frank, never shy or embarrassed by his manhood, unzipped his pants and pulled out his good sized cock. He looked into the scared eyes of his drunk and confused girlfriend and told her to get on her knees. After a slight pause, the submissive and naive girl dropped in front of her lover and trusted friend. She, knowing what was expected, gave one of her best blow jobs, wishing in her perverted fog to impress these rich Debs. When Frank came she was ordered to hold the cum in her mouth until everyone could see the prodigious amount deposited. She then swallowed and stood proudly asking if she passed the test. To her horror, all, including her so called love, erupted into laughter. She was told in no uncertain terms she would never be a member of their clique, for they did not associate with Cum Sluts. She ran from the room in tears. David nestled his beer in his hand and ordered another round. The public address announcer had just informed everyone the weather was clearing and flight times would be posted. Both David and Sam found they had an hour or so before they would board. David looking up from his beer, spoke, "So tell me, was that it for her. You know, the Cum Slut. Did she ever see Frank again after such a horrible prank?" "You know, pal, I would have thought so. Like you, I figured Frank had gone over the line; he had taken the role of dominate and broken the unspoken agreement between a Dom and a sub," Sam looked into David's eyes and continued, "there should be limits and trust established in this kind of arrangement and you don't betray your partner!" David's mouth hung open as he silently wished he was on his plane and didn't know if this woman, very possibly his wife, continued with her abasement. He stammered, "she seriously continued seeing this, this," he felt his anger rise, "asshole?" "Hey, take it easy man. This was years ago and I honestly believe she got off on all of it. Listen let's call it quits, I didn't expect you to get so emotional." Sam picked up his beer and started to slide off the bar stool. "Hold it Sam. I'm sorry. Like I said I guess I probably lived a pretty vanilla college life compared to others." He smiled, "I guess, I studied and worked a job to help pay for school. Go figure! We got some more time and I think I will go crazy if I don't hear how this ends." Sam smiled and said he understood. Any story with sex and sluts was better than reading old newspapers in a terminal. He continued with the story. This girl made an effort to leave Frank. She refused to return his calls and avoided him on campus. She pretty much avoided everyone on campus, because the news of her exploits spread quickly. Whenever she walked around the small college town she had to endure the snickering and pointing of people she didn't even know. Frank had pretty much gone on with his life, never really being at a loss for female company. One night Sam and Frank and some of the boys were sitting around watching a ball game on the tube when one of the freshmen came into the room and told Frank he had a visitor. When she came into the room everything went quiet. She was dressed in a skirt and sweater with ankle socks and Keds. She looked like the proverbial lamb in the lion's den. Frank asked her what she wanted, barely acknowledging her presence as he continued to watch the game. She asked to speak with him in private and Sam told David he will always remember this night almost verbatim. It still gives him the creeps. Wife Writer Ch. 02 The flight from Chicago back to the Bay Area seemed to last forever. David was shocked by the realization of his wife's past and apparent infidelity throughout their marriage. His emotions fluctuated between disbelief, hatred, anger, pity for himself and, yes, lust. Somehow the image of Lori being used by this man excited him. Don't become confused, David wasn't about to forgive all and succumb to some cuckold lifestyle. He became successful at business because he was intelligent and knew when it was appropriate to act and when one should sit back and evaluate and explore a problem. He had trusted and loved this woman for nearly twenty five years and if he was to end it, as he seemed to be leaning, he would end it on his terms and his timetable. He organized his thoughts and action plan. First: He would need to have testing done on his kids to prove they are his biological offspring. He would contact them at college and use some excuse that he needs a blood test for insurance purposes. He had a few physician friends who would be willing to 'bend' the rules for him. Lori would also need to be tested for any sexually transmitted diseases. His mind was formulating a plan that would seem plausible to all three of them. Second: He would need to track down Sam Phillips and verify the story. He felt Sam was truthful about what happened at college, hell he experienced it and had no reason to lie! The yearly meetings of Frank and Lori needed to be corroborated. Frank may have told this to Sam to try and impress his friend; to prove he was still a stud. Sam said he died broke and friendless, perhaps Frank made up stories about Lori to hold onto his last friend's respect. Possibly Sam knew one of the other men who met Lori on their tenth anniversary. Third: He would contact a private detective he had worked with before regarding computer software theft. He wanted their home computer and phone and credit card records checked thoroughly for any clues towards Lori's possible infidelity. The PD owed him plenty of favors for all the work he had sent his way over the years. Fourth: David would lose the weight and get into shape. When and if he left Lori, no one, especially her, would be able to say he was at fault for letting himself go. Fifth: This was probably the hardest part of his plan; he needed to go on with his life and relationship with Lori, as if nothing had happened. He wasn't sure he could look into her eyes and say he loved her. Yet, he thought she had been doing it for the past twenty three years. The tests came back quickly and aroused no suspicion in the family. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing both children were his. Lori also tested clean for any type of disease; HIV, hepatitis, clamydia and all other STDs gave negative results. The computer tested clean as did the phone and credit card records. If Lori had met this man over the years, she spent no money and kept no records. David hoped she was innocent rather than careful. In less than eight months David was close to losing the weight Lori had requested. He actually became a gym nut and worked out religiously and was spurned on by all the complements he got from friends and colleagues. Lori was especially proud of him and seemed genuinely excited about her promised night of servitude once he reached his goal. David would often fight back the urge to vomit when he thought of his wives yearly affair. They had not had sex since David's return. He told Lori, she was right to have been turned off by his appearance and until he reached his goal they would not have relations. This was hard for Lori, and hard for David. They were both sexual persons who needed release. David came up with a plan, which Lori only agreed to when her multiple attempts at seduction failed. Once a week, after a nice diner out, the two of them would have a 'Jack and Jill' session. They would masturbate in front of each other while talking of their fantasies. David's always went along the lines of how he was going to use Lori as his slave and make her do his bidding. He never undressed for these meetings, liking only to pull out his cock and stroke it. Lori, on the other hand would strip naked and fuck herself with a dildo while listening to David's stories. Her fantasies were quite mundane and until David found out the truth he felt perhaps she wasn't the slut Sam had described. It would always end with David shooting his load onto Lori's body, after which she would bring herself off. She would ask him to leave so she could clean up the mess he made. The first few weeks, David thought nothing about her wanting to shower. Then one evening he left without closing the door completely. He remembered he had left the book he was reading in the bedroom. Not expecting anything out of the ordinary he returned to the room a few minutes later. He froze in his tracks as he saw through the ajar door his wife still laying on the bed. She was taking the head of her dildo and scooping up the cum he had shot onto her stomach and breasts. She would then hang it over her mouth and let his spunk drip into her mouth. Her other hand was vigorously rubbing her clit and just as she began to orgasm she thrust the cum covered rubber cock into her mouth. She seemed to savor the cum as though it were a fine wine. David thought to himself she probably was the Cum Slut he had heard about. He found out, in the third month she was. Fairly easily he tracked down Sam Phillips, contacting his old high school and using some lame excuse about a reunion to receive the address. Before contacting him, he had his detective friend do a background check on Sam. Nothing too sinister turned up; a few over due credit card accounts and a drunk and disorderly charge a few years back. Sam was an insurance salesman and though his territory was not the west coast, he sold business insurance that David's company used. David used his position in the company to offer a fat policy to Sam's company. When they offered to have the west coast agent handle the deal, David insisted on Sam being the go-between. It was the third month after their meeting in Chicago that the two men met again. When Sam walked into David's office he was a little unsure this was the same man he remembered talking to for hours in the lounge. "Man, you lost some weight since I last saw you." Sam reached forward and gave David a firm handshake. "About thirty five pounds," David answered as he sat down, "another fifteen to go." "Listen I appreciate this policy. It is definitely gonna make my year. I have to be honest, at first I wasn't sure who you were when my office called." Sam smiled, knowing this deal was the biggest his company had signed. "Well, Sam, I researched it pretty well and your company provides what we need at a good price," he paused as he put the tips of his fingers together, "there is an ulterior motive. And Sam, do not worry. No matter what you say, as long as it is the truth; this policy will renew in your name as long as I am here." "The truth about what?" "The Cum Slut." David looked into Sam's eyes as he saw an expression of puzzlement. "Yeah, I remember we talked about Frank's old girlfriend. I recall you seemed excited about her story. Listen, I am sorry but I really don't know what you want." "I wasn't exactly straight with you that day, Sam. I actually wasn't sure until you described the tattoo on her ass right before you boarded the plane." "Sure about what?" "The Cum Slut is my wife, you were close, her name is Lori not Laurel or Loni." Sam's mouth feel open and he didn't speak. He could not believe this. This guy was giving him the biggest contract of his career because he knew about his wife. What did he want, blow by blow descriptions of what she did nearly twenty five years ago? David continued, "The week before we were married we had the heart filled in so the letters could not be seen. She told me they were an old boyfriend's initials." Sam, still unsure where this meeting was headed decided to play it close to the vest, "It was a lot of years ago, maybe it is a coincidence. We might not even be talking about the same girl. " he paused, "and if we were it was a long time ago." David turned the eight by twelve frame sitting on his desk towards Sam, "does she look familiar Sam. Remember the truth is all I want." Sam looked at the recent portrait of Lori and knew right away it was the same woman. He wants the truth and I want the contract he thought to himself, "Yes, that, that is her. Older but her, the eyes, I'll never forget those eyes when she'd be looking up while su...." His voice trailed off when he remembered who this was. "While she was sucking your cock. Is that what you were going to say Sam?" "Yes, but Dave, " he was cut off quickly. "I prefer David." David was in his element and wasn't going to give any quarter. "David, sorry. Yes it is, or was her. You went to a lot of trouble and expense to have me confirm it. Like I said at the airport, she was one of the most submissive women I have ever met. But that was then. Things change...people change." "We agree on this point, my friend. I really do not care what Frank and you and half the campus did to her back then. In fact, I have to admit there is an element of excitement in hearing those stories. What I do need to know, and what does matter is what has happened in the last twenty five years. During our marriage, a union that I take seriously, what has happened. We swore truth and honesty. If she has been seeing Frank and, well you know where I am heading." "David, maybe the truth is best unsaid. Or maybe you should be having this talk with her." "Sorry, I need to know and I am not ready to let her recognize my suspicions at this time. I believe everything you told me about college, but Sam, is there the possibility Frank was making up the rest? You said he was an ass with few friends. Maybe he was trying to impress you with stories. I need your help in verifying the stories. I've checked phones records and her computer. So far nothing has come up. I have a detective trying to trace down some of Frank's friends. If he brought three friends to fuck her on my tenth anniversary I want, no I need to know." "Why, you don't strike me as a guy who will go postal and hurt her," he paused and nervously looked up, "or any of those involved. Frank is gone." "You may not be able to understand, but this comes down to basic trust and honesty. Just like in business, marriage has some fundamental mores it must follow to be a success. I mean if she had some need for this behavior, why not tell me?" "You are the one that doesn't understand. She loves you, probably adores the ground you walk on. If you told her to give you a blow job in the back seat of a car, she would do it out of love. There would be no humiliation or degradation. She seems to get off being used by men she doesn't like. The humiliation she feels is fueled by the love for you and the guilt she probably feels for cheating on you." David could see some sense in what Sam was saying, yet he knew he would never risk something he loved for a perverted thrill. "Still, Sam if you can help me. I've run this through my mind a thousand times. Frank could have been making it up, or maybe blackmailing her, or she was doing it on her own because of the thrill you are talking about. The rush of being used and risking everything she has." "Believe me Sam, I will learn the truth. I have the money and the desire to take this to the end. If you know something it is best to tell me now," David stood and walked to the front of the desk and continued, "or I will use that same desire and money to ruin anyone who has lied to me." Sam looked up at this man who he could easily overcome physically and realized that power isn't always defined by muscle. He believed David would ruin him. "What is it you are looking for?" Sam asked. "The truth, that is all." "Well, to quote Jack from that army movie, 'I'm not sure you can handle the truth', " Sam felt uneasy as soon as his attempt at levity left his mouth. "David, Frank wasn't lying about his meetings with the Cum, I mean your wife." "How do you know, do you have proof, a name, anything." "I, well, I didn't say because I always felt a little guilty, I mean it was the day of your anniversary. But, I was one of the guys there. I was at your house fucking your wife while you were waiting at the restaurant. Me and two other guys. There was an insurance convention in San Francisco that week and Frank got a hold of me and...how much do you want to know?" David stared at Sam, but his gaze actually went through him off into oblivion. At that moment he knew, what for the past three months he feared, it was true. "Was there any, any blackmail or force?" "I can tell you she was not happy, but she didn't refuse us. Frank was a lot of things but he never forced her to do anything. He held some spell over her, she couldn't refuse him. I think she probably hated him but that all fueled the sexual high she got. I never was with a woman so wet and wild as that day in your bedroom." "How did he get in touch with her, I have found no record of it?" "He told me when he was in town, always around your anniversary, he would stake out the house. When she left he would follow her and drop in at the mall or grocery store. He would tell her his plans and even if she refused, he said she would always show up. Frank got some thrill out of using her on your anniversary, the way he did on your wedding day. Like I said, David, she couldn't say no to him. ." "Couldn't or wouldn't?" asked David. Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Over the past twenty three years, till Frank died, did you ever fuck her, other then that one day?" "Frank, offered, but...I am not making excuses, but after that one day I felt guilty. Frank told me he brought others after, but I don't know names. Honest." "Tell me all you know Sam." "That is pretty much it, he told me he considered the Cum Slut his once a year treat. He enjoyed making her do his bidding," Sam's facial expression changed as he remembered something, "Listen, I forgot, but, well like I said he died broke and pretty much friendless. I came to his funeral and his Mom, she was close to eighty then, she was very happy I came. None of the others she called from his phone book even sent cards. I guess I liked him in a strange sort of way. I'm not saying what he did was right, or defending him, but for a time in college we were close." "I told you, no reprisals, now what did you forget?" "His Mom asked me to go with her to his apartment and help clean out his stuff. She didn't want to go alone and didn't trust hiring someone. But there really wasn't anything worth stealing." "What did you find, Sam?" "A box, in the closet with, well with pictures of the Cum, I mean Lori over the years. It seems he liked to take some every year. He always made it a point to be sure her wedding ring was in the picture. Wrapped around a cock, or covered in cum." "What, what happened to the pictures Sam? Maybe he used them to blackmail her." David was still grasping at some sort of answer to this nightmare. "She knew about the pictures, she is looking right into the camera for God's sake. But, I don't think he ever used them that way. If he did, I think he would have said, or the day we were there she would have said something. I might be wrong. I, I have them, I snuck them out so his Mom wouldn't see them. I hid them in my garage." "You could be wrong, Sam maybe she did it because she had no choice." David's voice sounded hopeful. "I want them, Sam. I will pay you for them." "I think I should burn them and you should just either leave her or forget about it all. If you dwell on it, you will drive yourself crazy." "Name a price, goddamn it, I want them. I do not need your advice!" Sam stood up and got close to David, "Listen, I do not have to put up with this shit. I got along well without your policy and I will do all right if you pull the plug on it. If you want the pictures, you can have them. I don't want your money. I just don't want you trying to bully me any more. My fuse is getting short!" David understood from years of dealing with people he had pushed the envelope as far as he could. He needed to back off. "I am sorry, Sam. I got a little crazy and I am sorry. The policy is yours and I didn't mean to yell at you." "I'll send the pictures. You can do as you please with them." He turned to leave when David's voice stopped him. "Thank you Sam. It is just so hard to believe someone you have trusted and loved for all these years has been living two lives. The mother of my children is the 'Cum Slut'. When I look into her eyes now I just think of her lips wrapped around a cock. And it isn't mine." They parted ways never seeing each other again. Every year for the next twelve years, Sam received a hefty commission check for the policy David's company took out. ----------------------------------------------- One week later, David's secretary brought in the Fed Ex package he had been waiting for. He unwrapped the shoe box size box and emptied the contents on the table. In front of him were a hundred or more Polaroid's, some already fading into an orange like sepia tint from age. In each photo was his wife. You could tell by the different hairdos and dress they covered decades. Some were from their home, some in their car and others from seedy looking hotel rooms. As Sam said, most prominately displayed her wedding ring. She never looked happy in the pictures but she looked, for lack of a better word, sexy. A fire burned in her eyes. David cringed when he saw her naked, obviously pregnant with a cock in her mouth and written across her distended belly the words 'CUM SLUT'. David figured from the time it must have been their first anniversary. Their son was born a few weeks after the celebration and David remembered it as one of the happiest days of his life. The next photo showed her nipples with clothes pins attached and her pregnant stomach covered in cum. A dildo hung obscenely from her splayed thighs. David spent hours looking at each photo, trying to put a date to it and recalling where he was at the time. Most were of her alone though others showed her and Frank, meaning someone else was taking the photo or they used a timer. He found a group of six from his tenth anniversary. There were no faces other than Frank and Lori but David knew one of the cocks in his wife's ass or mouth belonged to Sam. He recognized the kitchen, the entry way and his own master bedroom. He did not feel anger, nor lust. Perhaps it was disappointment he felt. He became calculating and decided at that moment his marriage was over. In his mind it was over but he would continue to live the sham his wife had for years until he devised his revenge. End of Part 2 To be continued, Please comment. Wife Writer Ch. 03 He had reached the goal she had set. David had lost fifty, well actually fifty five pounds. He felt great, years younger than he had eight months ago. David went to a stylist and had his hair done in a more youthful cut and switched out his glasses for contact lenses. Though, never really lacking in self esteem he now felt much more assured about himself and did not fear the eventual separation from his wife. He had come to the conclusion that even though, if you factored out the affair, he enjoyed his wife's company and personality but he could not allow for such a break of trust between them. He did have second thoughts; he was not one hundred per cent sure the yearly affairs with Frank were not coerced. Or as Sam had said, this man held some sort of spell over her and now that he was dead she would never break his trust again. Yet, if he accepted that, he knew he would be accepting twenty three years of dishonesty in their marriage. He vacillated over what to do. He decided to test her resolve. If she refused another man's advances, perhaps David could accept her past and move forward. Things would be different; he would confront her with what he knew but in light of Frank's death their marriage could continue. Certainly it would be different, his unending love for her was gone but some mutual friendship and lust could keep the marriage together. After all the last twenty some odd years had been good. David gave himself a month to find some way to test her. If she failed the test or he changed his mind he would end it all. He decided it would be fitting to do it on their upcoming anniversary in two months. That night when he came home Lori was at the door dressed in a sexy black cocktail dress that, though a bit risqué, displayed her womanly charms in a elegant way. "Hello, good looking. I saw on the chart in your closet you reached your goal." She hugged him, pushing her tits into his chest as she whispered in his ear, "I am so proud of you, David." He held her close and felt his cock harden as he pressed tightly against her. Her eyes lit up and with a sexy smile she added, "I guess I am yours for the night. Believe me I have been waiting so long for this," she grabbed his cock and squeezed, "I thought you were crazy to stop having sex but it shows how determined you can be." David pushed her back gently and looking into her eyes said, "the deal was, you would do whatever I wanted, isn't that right, " he paused. "slut?" Her mischievous smile never left her face as she answered, "Whatever you want, Sir." David wondered if she was this beautiful and cooperative when Frank visited. He told her to get in the car, he had made reservations for dinner at their favorite restaurant. If she was disappointed in him not taking her right away she did not show it. The dinner and drinks were excellent. David and Lori's conversation was full of sexual innuendo and promises of the evening ahead. When they arrived in the garage David grabbed Lori's arm before she started to exit the car and pulled her towards him. He kissed her roughly, rougher than he had ever done before. Mashing his lips against hers and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She did not fight this, in fact he sensed an energy and hunger in her. He abruptly ended the kiss and exited the car, stopping at the door that entered into the house, waiting for her to come closer. "Strip, everything but the heels," he ordered. "Can't I do it inside, it is chilly out here." "You know the rules; whatever I want. Strip. Now. Here." She pouted but wanted to be a good sport and began to undress. David could feel anger well up inside; he knew she would never have had questioned Frank's orders. Sam was right, she would never be what she was with Frank. And the reason was, she loved David. Once naked she reached for the doorknob but was stopped by David who pulled her close and kissed her again. This time rougher and with more fervor than earlier. He pushed her against the door and slid his hand down her stomach. His fingers slid lightly through her sparse well trimmed pussy hair. "I want it naked next time,"he whispered in her ear. She moaned and kissed him deeper, using her tongue like a probe searching the inside of his mouth. "Yes, Sir, " her voice was barely audible as she spoke with out interrupting the contact between their mouths. David opened his eyes and saw the back of her head pushed against the white board he had attached to the door years ago. The family had got in the habit of writing notes to each other on the board. It was the one place everyone knew to look. An idea came to David as the memory of all the photos he had viewed over and over for the past few months engulfed him. He closed his eyes and as though watching a power point presentation the images that ingrained themselves forever in his mind flashed in front of him. Especially the many that showed her body covered with the vile graffiti from the demented mind of her lover. David grabbed one of the felt pens from its velcro held position. The noise of the separating strips of material brought Lori's eyes open. She felt his forearm push across her neck pinning her to the door. David brought the pen to his mouth and bit the top with his incisors. The pop of the lid was echoed in the garage. Lori knew what he had planned but had no idea where the inspiration came from. She felt the tip push against the top of her breast. Each stroke leaving a mark across the flesh. The strokes leaving letters, she guessed, and the letters words. When he finished the other breast he capped the pen and let it fall from his mouth to the cold concrete floor. He released the pressure against her neck and pulled her away from the door. He opened it and pulled her into the small entry that led to the kitchen and great room. There on the wall was a mirror and David standing behind his wife pushed her towards it. Reaching from behind he grabbed under each tit and pushed them up and together. Lori looked in the mirror and smiled. Even though the letters were reversed in the glass in front of her she could easily decipher the two words: DAVID'S SLUT "Yes, I am your slut. Tonight I will be your whore, your slut." He pushed downwards on her shoulders forcing her to her knees. She could hear the rustle of clothes behind her and knew he was pulling himself free. She felt his cock push against the back of her head as he told her to turn around. As soon as she did he pushed his cock roughly into her mouth and grabbing the back of her head began to fuck her mouth. He no longer cared about anything but his release, which came quickly. Her mouth easily accommodated each thrust. At the moment he began to cum he flashed to how often it had accepted the discharge of others. She swallowed greedily; she was in fact a loving wife trying to satisfy her husband's well deserved orgasm. He held her face against his crotch and kept the pressure up even after he stopped cumming. He felt her lovingly suckle his cock as it slowly began to deflate. She knew he was through, David never being able to recover quickly. Like Frank could, she thought. But it was okay. She had years to play and thousands of orgasms to share with the man she loved. Keeping his cock in her mouth he knelt down, forcing her onto her back. He reached between her legs and found his two middle fingers easily slid into her cunt. His anger was apparent, to him but to Lori it was just a guy living out his fantasy. "Cum on my fingers, you cunt. Cum with my cock in your mouth like the slut you are!" No sooner were the words out of his mouth, when David began to feel her cunt begin to contract on his hand as she came. Once the convulsions ended he pulled his cock and fingers from the two gaping holes and stood. He walked away, leaving her there to bask in the afterglow of their union. The next morning she joked about her 'new stud' husband. She kissed him on the cheek and said she looked forward to being his slut next month, as long as he kept his weight off. She quipped that she needed to buy some water based pens, opening her robe and showing him the faint outline of the words he had written across he chest. "I guess I won't be showering at the gym for a few days." she laughed and stood in the doorway as she waved goodbye to him. As he backed out of the garage he looked at her nude body, displayed from her opened robe. Again he wondered is she had greeted Frank in this very garage dressed in that very robe. David was conflicted. On one hand he hated Lori and could not rationalize why he was still with her. Then on the other, he wondered if he could continue to live with her and experience wild sex, like last night and years of companionship with her. The one thing he knew was he didn't love her as he had before that day at the airport. ---------------------------------------------- A week later David found a possible solution to his problem. His executive secretary for years, Mary, had asked to speak with him. David valued her opinion and had often told people she was a great contributor to his success. He believed in team work and giving credit where do. After she closed the door he looked up at the woman who had worked with, not for, him for the past twelve years. She sat down and spoke. "David," she reserved the respectful salutations for public forums, "we have a problem with the intern working with us. Josh Rogers." Mary was in charge of the interns and meted out their duties. David knew of whom she was speaking. The company often hired college students as interns during the summer. Josh had been with them for the last month. He had another eight weeks at the office. David didn't particularly like Josh's arrogant cocky attitude but had written it off. In fact, the only thing he liked about Josh was his golf game. A scratch player, the two of them had golfed a few times and Josh had given David some valuable hints on improving his game. "What is the problem, Mary?" David asked. "He is a pig. In just a few weeks he has harassed just about any woman under thirty in this office. I am not talking about cute harmless flirtation, but crass, unacceptable behavior. I want him out of here. Now." David hadn't seen her this angry before and knew he would comply with her wishes. Mary was worth ten interns to him. She explained his dominate behavior with the younger women and his crude banter. She had talked with him about it to no avail. She described a young man who had no regard for women. They were nothing more to him then objects of his pleasure. Mary had drawn her line in the sand and David knew there was no negotiating with her. Then an idea came to him and he decided it was worth a try. "You know I do not condone any behavior like this. You also know he was assigned to us by one of our biggest clients. Mary, his dad has some clout with our company." "So, you expect me to put up with, with this..." she stopped when David continued. "Of course not. Just give me a chance to handle this with a little discretion. I will tell his Father everything you said. He should know what kind of son he has. Unless I have been fooled, his Father would never condone behavior like that." David paused as his mind formulated a plan. "I am scheduled to golf with him this Thursday at my club. I will let him go there. I will be very up front with the reason for his dismissal. I just think it might, in this case, be better handled off site." Mary rose and smiled, "Thank you David. I can put up with him for two more days, I think I can. He is such a pig. My girls do not deserve that kind of abuse." David told her he would send Josh to their research department to observe one of the teams. Mary understood and told David which of the teams were all male. She thanked him and left the office. ----------------------------------------------- On Thursday he met Josh at his country club. He was twenty three years old and quite athletic. He stood six foot two and had a handsome face. David told him they needed to talk and he had canceled the golf tee time. Josh knew something was up and began to mentally plan his rebuttal. David told him, in no uncertain terms, his behavior was unacceptable in any workplace. If he choose to treat women as second class citizens in his private life, that was his choice. But not in the corporate world. He had worked his last day with their company. "It was that Bitch, Mary. I knew it. She needs a good fucking!" "Listen, young man. Haven't you heard a word I have said?" David tried to control his anger. "Yeah, yeah. I have heard it before, Mr. Fasio. I guess I come on a little strong, but these girls get off on a strong man. Believe me I don't get many complaints. Listen, if my Dad hears this ," he paused, "again, I'm not sure what he will do. He said he was going to cut me off. Please give me another chance." Well, he has the confidence to maybe take me up on my offer, David thought to himself. If I do this I am putting my reputation and perhaps my job on the line. He thought of his financial situation and knew the job was a pleasure not a necessity. "There may be something we can do, Josh. But as far as the office goes, if you even show up security will be all over you." "If I go back home, I'm in big trouble. You said there might be something else?" "What if I promise you a good evaluation, not a great one because you do not deserve it, but one that will be okay with your Father and school." He paused, "And you keep your apartment until the end of the internship. I will intercept any reviews by Mary as long as you stay away from her and everyone else." A skeptical look came over Josh's face. He wasn't sure what David wanted but he started to think he might be putting the moves on him. David read the expression and quickly began to explain the situation. He knew Josh had met his wife at the summer kick off picnic and he decided to just be upfront about everything. He prefaced it with the threat of denial if Josh tried to repeat any of this. The years of affairs with Frank, the Cum Slut name, the college years, the dishonesty; he laid it all out in the open. Josh quietly took it all in, then asked, "So your wife is a cheating slut. What does it have to do with me?" "I want to give her one last final chance. I need to know if this was something she could not control, some Svengali relationship with Frank she couldn't break away from. Or was it just her nature. I want you to seduce my wife." Josh couldn't believe what was happening. Mrs. F was a hot looking older lady. A definite MILF. This was just so off the wall. "Do whatever it takes as long as there is no force or threat of blackmail. If she is a submissive who really craves the type of treatment I told you about, she should be easy for you to seduce. If not, I will maybe understand her better." David raised his voice, so Josh understood his seriousness, "Don't get any ideas of trying to hold this over me. When it is over, no matter what the outcome, I will tell Lori about our agreement. You will not be able to blackmail me, because I will not hide any of this. If you try I will be sure you do not work in the industry, ever!" They sat down and David explained his plan for the forth coming weeks. He gave Josh background on his wife's history and showed him some of the photos taken over the years by Frank. David could sense the Alpha Dog mentality of Josh. Just like the strongest wolf of the pack takes the bitch he chooses Josh found this offer as a challenge. "Well, Mr. Fasio, it seems a little strange to me, but I really cannot afford my Father hearing about me getting canned. It also doesn't hurt that your wife is a very sexy lady." He extended his hand for a handshake and continued, "You got a deal. But I want you to know I am going to do my best to get in her pants." "Josh, so we are clear on this, what I am asking goes against everything I believe in a relationship. But, that being said, I have to know what our marriage vows mean to Lori. If she tosses you out the first day, I still have to deal with the cheating over the past years, and I honestly think I will still leave her. But if you succeed, following the guidelines we discussed, there is little chance of sympathy on my part." "Man, I think you are setting yourself up for a real bummer, no matter which way things go," he smiled, "yet, I've always been up for a challenge." They shook hands. ------------------------------ That weekend David told Lori he had invited one of the interns over for a barbecue and swim. They were to golf in the morning and would be home in the afternoon. Lori did not remember meeting Josh and asked her husband why he was taking an interest in him. "His dad is a big client. He quit the internship; this type of work just doesn't appeal to him. His Dad was upset and told him to move out or pay for the apartment himself. He wants to spend the rest of the summer out on the west coast, but needs to find a job, so I offered him use of the pool house. Assuming it is okay with you, after you meet him." David smiled and added, "It also doesn't hurt that he has already shaved a couple of strokes off of my game." Lori had no problem with David's plan. It would be nice to have some young faces around the house. Both her children were on summer school programs. One in Chicago and one in Greece. That Saturday, she dressed in shorts and a simple blouse. Her sandals were nearby but around the house her feet were bare. She tied her hair back in a pony tail. She had a wholesome appearance and certainly no one would deny her natural beauty, nor would they think she had dressed to impress. She went shopping for some steaks and fresh vegetables. She had everything ready for the meal. When they arrived she shook hands with Josh and remembered Josh from the picnic. She recalled watching him openly ogling the young women at the party. His eyes openly scanned her from her toes to her head, spending more than enough time on her breasts. She felt uncomfortable, and for the first time in awhile she thought of Frank. After both men went for a swim, David went over to the grill, across the patio, to start the steaks. Josh, not bothering to cover up sat across from Lori. "Mrs. F," Lori thought it strange he was so casual with her, "Your son's friends must have loved coming over here for parties." "Yes, they loved using our pool and yard." "I bet they really came over to watch you. You are definitely a MILF." Lori, was surprised by his boldness, "A MILF, what is that Josh?" Without hesitation he answered, "Mother I'd Like to Fuck" "Excuse me!" her eyes darted over to her husband who was busy at the grill, "I do not enjoy that type of talk young man!" Josh smiled, actually more of a sneer than a smile,"I bet I know what you would enjoy, Mrs. F." His eyes were staring right at her chest. Lori felt a wave of humiliation, something she hadn't felt since Frank died. "Josh, I, I, I prefer you behave yourself." She hadn't walked away, slapped him or called her husband. He knew something was happening to her and he decided to continue the game. "Tell me, I bet you were a real fox in college. Probably had to beat the boys off with a stick. Or maybe not, you have that look in your eye. I bet you were, " he paused,"are a wild one." Lori could feel the warmth of her cheeks as they reddened and the wetness between her legs. She couldn't answer and her legs wouldn't lift her and move her away from this vile young man. "You should wear tighter tops, or a bikini. It looks like you got a nice set of knockers. Did you have your boobs done after the kids finished feeding from them?" Finally words came to her, "Josh, please ....I do not like this type of talk. I want you to stop." Wife Writer Ch. 03 He looked at her and motioned towards her husband who was walking towards them. "Just tell him, you want me to stop." David walked up and noticed the flush look on Lori's face. "What are you guys talking about?" Josh looked at Lori, holding his breath and wondering if he'd gone too fast. "Nothing," Lori quietly said without looking up. Josh smiled , savoring his first victory, "She is lying, Mr. F.! I was just telling her I bet she was a real looker when she was my age. A real fox, because she is so beautiful now. I hope I didn't go too far, Sir" "No, you are right she was the prettiest girl on campus. Let's go eat." That night after Josh had left, David spoke with Lori. "Well. Lori. Is it okay if he stays in the pool house for a month or so? What did you think of him?" He is an animal. Like Frank, like the frat brothers, she thought. "If you want him to stay it is OK. He's all right I guess." "I will tell him to move his stuff in tomorrow. Good night." He kissed her on the cheek and rolled over. Lori laid next to her husband and thought she should wake him and tell him to send Josh packing. Then she thought to herself she would assert herself and let him know his behavior would not be tolerated. She slept and dreamt of college. On the next day Josh moved his few belongings into the pool house. David showed him the pool equipment and gave him the code to the alarm. He didn't stay telling the couple he had a date. Lori was glad he was gone. On Monday morning David left for work early and Lori stayed in her room until she heard Josh drive off soon after. David had said he would be looking for work. Lori dressed, rather than heading down to the kitchen in her robe. She was waiting for the coffee to brew when she noticed a yellow stick'um attached to the computer at her kitchen desk. She walked over and pulled it from the screen and noticed a web site address and a note. Mrs. F. Order the Wicked Weasel bathing suit #312 Tri top and the #457 bottom. Get the sheer style in pink. Order before Ten AM and have it overnighted. I expect you to wear it tomorrow afternoon. Josh The yellow piece of paper shook in her hand. Lori sat down at the computer and entered the web site address. The DSL line quickly downloaded a sight that sold bathing suits and women's clothes. On the cover was a pretty young girl in a bikini. No different then what you would see t the beach. But not on a forty something woman. She went to the menu and clicked on the #312 top and #457 bottom. The model wearing the wet bikini, in the sheer style, was young and beautiful. Unlike the home page, this suit was little more than three patches. The bottom was a string thong and a small postage size triangle. Wet, the top and bottom were nearly transparent. The girls nipples and even her landing strip pussy were clearly visible. Lori knew she would look like a desperate old slut in a suit like this. She could never be seen in anything so skimpy and obscene! Lori got up and walked to her purse. Tears were welling in her eyes as she pulled out her credit card. She sat back down at the computer. End of Part 3 Comments? Wife Writer Ch. 04 Lori was in a daze the rest of the day. She knew if she didn't leave or if Josh didn't leave she would succumb to his will. Just as she had, with Frank in college and every year since, until his death. When she had read of the fatal accident, it was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The last three years had been heaven sent. No longer was she afraid to turn in a crowd and see Frank beckoning her with his eyes. No more lewd and lascivious behavior for his amusement. And, sadly she had to admit, no more incredible sexual highs spurned on by her desire to be degraded and humiliated. She missed the highs but not the lows. The horrible guilt of facing David after she had abased herself, usually on their anniversary. Some part of her inner soul missed those times where her body betrayed her but she was just getting to accept her new vanilla life. Then Josh comes along. He was so like Frank and in a matter of hours understood her dark needs. She could not deny the excitement he was causing, she knew he would use her and give no quarter. She had dodged a bullet all those years with Frank; some part of him knew her desire could be fed and satisfied by his yearly visit. She never believed he wanted to destroy her family; he just wanted her to know he could. Josh was different. Lori felt no security with him. David was home at his usual time and asked how her day was. She told him nothing exciting had happened and for the first time she realized he hadn't given her the kiss on the cheek he had for the last twenty some years. In fact she could not remember his last peck, it seems since his diet started his affection had waned. Except for the night in the garage. A knock on the door to the yard interrupted her thoughts. There stood Josh holding two large brown bags. David opened the door and the boy walked in placing the packages on the table. "I am sorry to be a pest, but I am so appreciative of what you two have done for me I thought I'd spring for dinner. I hope you haven't started cooking yet Mrs. F." His smile hid something evil and Lori could sense it. "I got some Chinese and a six pack of beer. "Well, thanks Josh. Lori have you started dinner yet? I know Chinese sounds good to me." "No, I haven't started..."her voice was interrupted by Josh's. "Great, lets eat. Mr. F. why don't you take the food out on the patio and I'll help Mrs. F. get some silverware and the beers." David grabbed the bag of food, leaving the kitchen knowing Josh wanted time alone with his wife. Josh spoke as soon as the sliding door closed. "As long as I am here, Cunt, you will wear dresses or skirts. I do not want to see you in, " his had cut through the air motioning towards her pants and pull over shirt, "in this crap. Go now . And put some heels on. Bare feet are not allowed any more!" Before she could answer Josh walked out with the six pack of beer and three glasses. What would David think if she changed? She looked across the patio and saw David and Josh clink beers in a toast of some sort Lori did not move and watched as Josh walked back in the kitchen. He began to collect plates from the cabinet when he looked over his shoulder and spoke. "Is there something you didn't understand, Cunt?" "Josh, please. David will wonder why, why I changed. It, I can't, please." "If you come out dressed like that, it is over and done. I will be out of here, out of your life. But I know you, I smell you; you and I both know you don't want this...but, you need it." He started out the door and turned, "Since you didn't listen to me, no bra or panties. Just a dress and heels." When Josh sat down next to David he spoke, "This is her first test. If she does what I told her I am afraid it is only a matter of time before I am fucking your wife." David asked Josh what he meant but paused when he heard the clicking of heels on the pool decking. He turned and saw his wife walking towards them dressed in a nice summer dress. The heels were odd, because David knew how much she hated wearing shoes around the house. He also noticed the bounce to her as she walked. His wife was bra less. "Lori," he knew this was part of the test Josh spoke about. He wasn't going to let her by easily. "Don't you look nice. Why all dressed up, dear?" "I figured if Josh was nice enough to buy us dinner I should freshen up. I had been in those clothes all day." She smiled as she sat next to her husband, "It is a woman's prerogative to dress up once in a while isn't it?" "Sure, it is. It will make dinner all that much better, Cheers!" Josh held up his beer as he finished the words and smiled at Lori as he clinked his bottle against hers. Like a cat playing with a mouse Josh was enjoying himself. They ate, drank beer and chatted into the night. Each had an ulterior motive and every word spoke was guarded. David collected the dishes and told Lori to relax while he put them away. He told her he didn't want her to dirty her dress. The two sat at the patio table and watched as David worked at the sink. The window faced the duo and he would look up from time to time to see if anything out of the ordinary was occurring. Josh stretched back in the chair putting his long legs out straight in front of him. He crossed his arms across his chest and with the toe of his sneaker he gently kicked Lori's foot under the table. "Spread them, Cunt." He noticed her glance towards the kitchen, "He can't see anything, hell I can barely see in this light. I just want to be sure you followed directions." Lori let her thighs part and spread her legs until they were stopped by the arms of the chair. She pulled her skirt up exposing her pantiless crotch. As if he were smelling a simmering gourmet sauce Josh took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "What is that smell? Mrs. F., what is that I smell?" She held her skirt at her waist and sat silently. He was right, she could smell herself. "My, my, you are a stupid cunt. When you don't do as you are told, or answer my questions quickly, the punishment is always is going to be harder." He smiled. "Or maybe you like it that way. Now, Mrs. F. what is it I smell, or should I call your husband out here and ask him?" Barely above a whisper, "My pussy. You smell my pussy." "Lori, Lori, Lori. You don't mind me calling you Lori. I know it is awful casual considering our age difference, but then again you have your legs spread like some common whore. And that brings me back to my question, Lori. Do you think common whores have pussies? I think precocious teenagers and ministers' wives and the girl next door; I think they have pussies. But common whores like you? Now what do I smell?" His tone became deep and threatening as he finished his question. "My cunt, you smell my cunt." "It must be very wet for me to smell it over here. Put your fingers in it and let me hear how wet it is. Use your left hand, I want to watch the moonlight glisten off your wedding ring." Lori dropped her left hand between her splayed legs. He fingers easily pushed into her sex. The squishy sound confirmed her wetness. "Don't cum. That's a good girl, put a fourth finger in there. By the end of summer I expect you to be fisting your cunt for me. Your entire hand, up to the wrist inside your cunt. Of course we will have to use the other hand, won't we? Wouldn't want to lose your diamond ring in that sloppy cunt." Lori was grunting, small little bursts of animal like noises, her eyes were looking at Josh; her husband and the kitchen window no longer even a thought to her. "Okay, Mrs. F. Stop," he watched at the pained expression on her face. She had been close to reaching release when his words brought her back to reality. "Now, I want you to take those stinky, wet fingers and rub them on your face. That's it, your cheeks, your neck, good girl, now close your eyes and rub your cunt juice on your eyelids." Josh watched as she followed his instructions. He stood up, hoping his hard on wasn't too apparent. "Good night, Lori. I would wash up before kissing Mr. F. goodnight." He took a few steps, then turned around as if he had forgotten something, "Oh, by the way, I want that cunt bald next time I see it!" He walked towards the pool house leaving her alone. She quickly covered herself and tried to figure out how to get by David in the kitchen. She heard the door open and saw him approaching with two glasses of port. Her nostrils flared, there was no mistaking her stench. She smelled like the back seat of a teenager's car on prom night. Acting quickly she stood, smiled at David, kicked off her shoes and in one fluid motion she pulled her dress over her head and dove in the pool. Her nakedness was visible for but a moment. The cool water doused her fervor and washed away the evidence She surfaced and swam towards the edge of the pool, where David sat. He handed her the port and spoke. "No underwear, skinny dipping, my aren't you becoming a nymph. Is it for me or Josh?" She put the glass down and looked up from the waters edge. She raised herself so her breasts floated at the surface with her hard nipples half submerged. "No darling. It is for my new good looking guy. Now why don't you grab me a towel and we can finish the port in our bedroom." She again noticed something different about her husband as they made love. No as they fucked. His ardor seemed bent only on release. The passion was missing. --------------------------- The next morning Lori stayed in bed until David kissed her good-bye and she heard Josh leave. She got up and showered, She stepped out of the glass enclosure and looked at herself in the mirror. She was an attractive woman, living in an attractive house with a lovely husband and family. Yet, she needed to risk it all. To be degraded and humiliated gave her a thrill that outweighed the guilt. Tears began to well in her eyes as she realized she could not fight this passion. Perhaps, like a drug addict she had to hit bottom, to reach the lowest point possible before she would be able to fight this inner demon. At that moment she decided she would fight her urges and refuse Josh's demands. A man asked a cocaine addict why he visits the ATM every few hours to withdraw money rather than making one large withdrawal for the night. The addict answered that every withdrawal was going to be his last; he was going to quit after the 'last' fix. Though Lori's intentions were good, as soon a she saw the hair on her pussy she reached for the scissors. She justified it to herself by saying her husband wanted her to shave. She reentered the shower to rinse and complete her task. Afterwards she dressed in another summer dress and sandals. In her mind it was not a response to the order of a twenty three year old boy, but a woman's personal satisfaction at caring for her appearance. She was in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee when the noise of the patio door opening startled her. She looked up and saw that evil grin on Josh's face. "Stand up, Cunt." She stood slowly, afraid that her legs would not support her. Josh shook his head in disappointment. "What did I say last night about how you were to dress?" "You, you said, no pants, only skirts or dresses." She felt so mortified that this boy could cause such fear and excitement in her. "And, Josh, you said no bare feet. I thought I did what you wanted." "If you would have listened carefully, instead of thinking with that sloppy cunt of yours, you would have remembered I said I wanted you in heels!" "I'm sorry, Josh. I thought heels, last night, I thought no bare feet, but sandals...I am sorry. I can change." Josh remembered the pictures David had shown him of Lori. Many of the ones that showed her feet, displayed her in stiletto heels. "I am sure you have a pair of 'fuck me' stiletto heels in the back of your closet. When I come back this afternoon I want them on." "Yes, Josh, Can I change them before David comes home?" She paused. "Please? He will become suspicious if I dress like a slut." "But you are a slut Lori. You and I both know that." He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat in the kitchen chair facing her. He grabbed the sports page abandoned by David earlier. "Pull your panties down to your knees. You better spread your legs enough so they do not fall. If they touch your ankles, Lori, you will wear your heels all day and night. Keep the dress above your waist." Lori felt a rush as she pulled her dress above he waist. With some difficulty she used her forearm to hold the material, while with the other hand she pushed her panties to her knees. By keeping her legs apart the panties were stretched taunt and she felt sure they would not fall. Lori stood for a few minutes before Josh looked up from his newspaper. He eyed her bald cunt, smiled and went back to reading. Lori felt ridiculous standing on display in her own kitchen and cursed herself, for his ignoring her was making her wetter. He finished the paper, folding it neatly and placing it on the table. Then holding up the coffee cup he spoke, "Mrs. F., or I am sorry, Lori, would you mind bringing the pot over here and freshening up my cup?" Lori duck-walked from the stove to the table, doing her best to walk without letting the panties fall. Once she poured the hot liquid he had her sit the pot on the table and told her to stand still. He reached up and rubbed the hairless area above her slit. Like a kid with a new toy, Josh seemed fascinated by her bald cunt. He pulled on her lips and pushed the covering off her clit. He could feel her moisture forming and the smell was strong. Each time he felt she was close to getting off, Josh would stop. After a few minutes she was on the verge of an orgasm. He stopped and stood up. His face was inches from hers and he moved forward until his lips grazed hers. He left a light kiss, much like the tentative kiss of naive teens. He pulled his head away as her tongue snaked out, searching for his mouth. He stepped back and moved to the other side of the kitchen table. He could see her lips ready to form words and motioned her to be silent with a gesture like Santa on the night before Christmas. Lori, was unsure of this boy. Frank would have fucked her by now. Why was he teasing me, she thought. Her eyes moved downward when she saw his hands reach for his belt. He undid the belt and pulled it from his waist, placing it on the table in front of him. He unzipped his pants and fished inside for his obviously hard cock. Lori wondered if it hurt to bend it so much as he struggled to remove it from his shorts. Lori's eyes widened as for the first time she saw his manhood. It wasn't exceptionally large; bigger than David's but similar to how she remembered Frank's. He used his right hand to stroke it, repeating the up and down motion, base to head over and over. His voice brought her eyes from his cock to his face. "Lori, you are my little cunt, aren't you?" "Yes," "You want this," he stopped his stroking and waved his cock at her, "don't you? Tell me what you want, Cunt!" "Your, your cock. I want your cock. I want to be your slut. Please.... Josh stop teasing me and use me. Please." "You want it in your mouth. And in your bald little girl cunt. And your ass. Tell me Lori," he resumed the movement up and down, increasing the speed." "Anyway, I want it anyway, but please let me have it. My mouth, my cunt, my ass. I am such a slut and you know how to treat dirty sluts like me." "I just might let you have it. But to be honest, you are a little old and used looking to me,'" he smiled as he saw her wince from his words, "but I think, if you follow directions well, me and my friend here could have some fun." Again he stopped and waved his cock at her. "But, Lori, I have to tell you, and this is a bit embarrassing for a guy to say, but I am the type of guy that enjoys looking at the turn of a woman's calf when she is wearing high heels. It simply drives me crazy. But, you said you didn't want to wear them all day for me. You were worried about Mr. F. and what he'd think. That is selfish, isn't it Lori? Isn't telling a little white lie to hubby worth pleasing me?" Lori realized what he wanted. If she wanted him she had to deal with David without his help. Lori, looking right at Josh slowly brought her legs together. He watched as the elastic of the panties relaxed and was amused that, for a few seconds, the panties, as if an ally of David's fought to hold their position. They lost to gravity and they fell silently to her ankles. Josh's hand was now moving quickly and he stepped close to the table. He spoke with the gravely grunts of a man about to cum, "had you greeted me in heels this morning, this would have been shooting off in your cunt and not on the kitchen table!" His body became rigid as he thrust his hips forward and pulled his hand back to the base of his cock. Spurt after spurt of cream shot in rapid fire across the finely polished maple table top. It took a while for his back muscles to relax and his body to recover. With a few shakes of his penis Josh tucked himself back in to his pants. He picked up his belt and walked around the table. He grabbed Lori behind the neck and slowly pushed her against the table. Her face was inches from one of the puddles of his release. He pulled her dress back up and held her down tightly against the table. "I am doing this to teach you a lesson. It seems you are a stupid cunt who cannot follow simple orders. I want you to look at my come on the table, Lori. It is your fault I had to waste it." Lori's body stiffened when she felt him rub the leather of his belt across her ass. He stood and stepped away from the table. "I think you should be punished for your stupidity, don't you Lori? What would be a proper punishment for you?" He again pulled the leather softly across her buttocks. Lori knew he was right. She deserved to be punished. But not for forgetting to wear heels, but for allowing herself to be treated this way. For enjoying her debasement. For risking David and her children for some inner perversion. For being so weak to succumb to the will of this man! Her voice was loud and echoed through the kitchen, "I deserve to be whipped. Spank my ass with your belt for being such a stupid slut. Please Josh, I am sorry!" Josh was surprised by the answer and thought to himself 'this woman definitely has issues.' He ran the belt once again across her tight rear end. "You are right, Lori. But I don't want to mark up that ass today. I am too looking forward to seeing it in that pink bikini. You may not cum until I allow it. Eat my cum for me. I know for a slut like you this is more of a treat than a punishment, but it is what I want. Now." Disappointment befell Lori. Her longing for punishment for her behavior all these years was denied. She slid forward on the table and noisily began to slurp and suck the cum from the table. When she finished she turned to find Josh had left her alone. Part 5 to follow. Wife Writer Ch. 05 ---------------------------------------- Lori, with the taste of his cum in her mouth , could not believe how wet she was. He pushed her further than Frank had since college. She heard his car pull down the driveway and knew it would take only seconds for her to bring herself off. He had told her she could not cum without his permission; an unenforceable command. Yet one she would follow. She pulled her panties up and took a dish towel to polish her table with the remainder of Josh's essence. It was barely nine thirty in the morning and she had no idea what the day held for her. She went upstairs to find the heels she hid in the back of her closet. -------------------------------------- David was sitting at his desk when his cell phone rang. He recognized the number as Josh's and was glad the boy hadn't tried calling on a land line. Marie would have found out he was still in town. "Hello, this is David." "Mr. F. Josh here," he sounded smug even on the phone, thought David, "I'd like to meet with you this morning, if possible." "About, what?" About your fucking slut of a wife! What else, you idiot, thought Josh. "About Mrs. F." "Meet me at the coffee house down the street from here in an hour." "Yes, Sir." Josh hung up the phone and tried to figure out what he'd say. There was no question in Josh's mind that he could have Lori any time and any way he wanted. What was worrying him is if he fucked her today and Fasio gets wind of it, there is a good chance he and probably Lori would be out on the street by nightfall. That would leave Josh without a place to stay and possibly no reference from Fasio. Josh did not want to go home early and face his dad. He needed to try and figure out what this guy's plans really were. He didn't seem like the type of guy who gets off on his wife slutting around. Josh really didn't have a handle on the guy and thought a chat might help him understand things better. ------------------------------------------ David was up in the CEO's office. They were discussing an office emergency of sorts. "I am sorry to ask this of you David. We both know you can say no, hell we both know you do not need this job. Like I said Helen's Mother took a turn for the worse. We are talking days, weeks at the most. I promised her I would be with her and the kids when the time came. She left for Virginia last night with the kids." "So, you want me to fill in for you when we seal this deal in Tokyo?" asked David, knowing the answer already. "You know the Japanese, they would take offense if I sent anyone else. If we postpone the deal for, well you know, until she passes, it could put a big dent in this years net." He paused and added, "You'll be set up in the best hotels. Lori can go along, it will be first class, but you have to leave at the end of the week." David's chest tightened at the sound of his wife's name. His boss had always liked Lori. I wonder what he would think of her if he saw those pictures. Then he felt guilty when he wondered how he would be regarded if his boss knew what he was setting up at home. Josh sounded sure of himself and David had lost his last glimmer of hope. "I'll have Marie make all the arrangements. I can leave Friday. I think it is best Lori stays home. To be honest, we have been having some problems and a little time away might do us both good." "Thanks, David. I hope you two sort it out. Everyone has always admired the relationship you two seemed to have." --------------------------------------- David walked into the coffee shop and saw Josh seated at a corner table. The cafe was quiet. Josh waited until David ordered and brought his coffee to the table. Nothing was said as David took his first sips of Java. "I am not sure she is going to be as easy as I thought, Mr. F.," he lied, replaying the words he had practiced in his mind for the last hour. "At first I thought no problem, but I think she was just flattered by a young man's attention. She is a nice lady," for a slut, her thought, " and I want to be sure you want this to go on. I mean, if she was an alcoholic would you offer her a drink? " "Josh, I do not expect you to understand, but if she was an alcoholic and didn't lie to me, I would do everything I could to get her in rehab. But," he paused, "but if she were drinking behind by back for nearly twenty five years, and LYING about it, I would kick her out. There is the problem. Not the sex as much as the lies." "I will be honest with you, Sir. I do not want to go home. I need your letter of recommendation. And, and I would like to, you know, like to screw her. But not if it costs me the other two." David still had an uneasy feeling about this kid. He felt as though he was being sold a bill of goods. "Josh, I will have the letters by this Thursday. Something at work has come up and I will be leaving for a trip to Japan on Friday. I will be back in two weeks, maybe less. Our anniversary is the following week. I think it is fitting for me to let her know everything on that day. You can stay until then." Josh fidgeted in his seat and continued, "what about the other part, the fucking part?" "I am leaving her. For the lies over the years. If you fuck her, I will bring it all out in the open. She will have to face the truth of her infidelity with friends and family. If she really resists you, well I will do my best to make things amicable." Well, I guess this will be one ugly divorce, thought Josh. This guy has just sealed his wife's fate! --------------------------------- Lori drank a few glasses of wine, waiting for the Fed X delivery guy. She felt silly walking the halls of her house in four inch stiletto heels. Yet she felt more alive and energized than she had for the past three years. When the package arrived she was surprised it came in a large envelope instead of a box. Surprised, that is until she saw the suit. It was ridiculously small. Little more than three patches connected by string. At that moment Lori decided she would stop things now. If she put on that suit and humiliated herself, destroying any self esteem she had, her life would be ruined. She had survived Frank. She didn't feel as lucky with Josh. As soon as the phone rang, Lori knew who it was. She wasn't sure how she knew but unmistakably she knew. With absolute certainty she knew it was Josh. I will not answer it she thought. She stood next to the refrigerator, clutching the handle as if to hold herself there. The ringing continued. Oh, god, she thought. Don't pick it up. She stared at the phone hanging on the wall. She listened as the message machine picked up. She heard her voice saying she was sorry to have missed the call and please leave a message. "Pick up Cunt. Now" Lori's body shook as Josh's voice echoed off the granite counters. Her legs trembled, her heart pounded. Then her hand shook as she picked up the receiver. "Hello?" She tried to sound calm. "Hello, Lori" "What do you want?" she barely got the words out. "You know what I want Lori." "No" "No, what Lori." "I. I can't do this. I won't do this anymore." "I'll be there in ten minutes. Be by the pool." Her mouth was dry, "No. I won't be here. It's finished!" "Ten minutes." Josh hung up. She went to her bedroom and looked at the picture of David on the night stand. I could call him, she thought. But what would I say? No, I will just leave. She felt the tears form as she unbuttoned her dress. It fell silently to the ground. She removed her brassiere and panties, stepping away from the pile of clothes. Naked except for the heels. I don't have to meet him, she thought. If he doesn't leave I can call the police. She slid the pink string bikini bottom up her long legs. Then she adjusted the top. She looked into the mirror and did not recognize the person staring back. She walked down the stairs, telling herself she would lock the patio door. Close the blinds and ignore his knocks. She stopped at the kitchen counter and picked up the dish towel she had used earlier this morning. She wiped her eyes. Her hand hovered near the lock until it reached the handle and opened the door. Her skin was warmed by the sun as she walked to the chaise lounge where Josh was sitting. Josh was wearing Khaki shorts and a white Polo shirt. He had sunglasses on and was reading the newspaper. Lori stood next to the lounge, not knowing what to do. She could not tell if he was looking at her or not. Forty seven years old and she was waiting for a boy to finish the paper. The sun felt good on her body but she knew much of her skin had never been exposed to the rays before. If she burnt, how would she explain that to David? As foolish as she felt and as ridiculous as she must look, Lori could not fight her bodies reaction to this humiliation. After a few minutes, she was startled by the sound of the theme song to 'The Godfather'. Lori had no idea where it was coming from until she saw Josh snap open his Razor cell phone. He spoke for the first time. "Kelli, Great. You found it. Yeah, park behind my car and come around to the back. I left the gate open, it is on your right." The words sunk in and Lori began to shake as she spoke. "My god, Josh! I can't have anyone see me like this, what are you thinking, please Josh I..." her voice was cut off. "Listen, Cunt. I am already pissed off about how you treated me on the phone. Haven't you realized when you defy me, it just makes it harder on you? Now you better not embarrass me in front of my girlfriend." Girlfriend was a bit of a stretch, being Josh had trouble with long, or even short term relationships. Though since he arrived on the west coast he had seen Kelley five or six times. At three hundred dollars an hour; she was the best call girl the escort service had to offer. Today was going to cost a little more but if things went as he planned it would be worth it. As long as the whore remembers what he told her. Josh continued, "Let's face the facts Lori. You are an attractive woman....," he paused, "for your age. And I bet when you were in college you were a real fox. When you meet Kelli you will see I have a good looking girlfriend. She has a girl's skin and body. No small wrinkles at the corner of the eyes and no stretch marks, even as faint as yours, and no sag to her tits." He enjoyed making her aware of her flaws. "But, Kelli has her problems. She will blow me, but she won't let me cum on her face, nor will she swallow. Her ass is off limits and don't even think about asking her to rim your ass. She dresses sexy, but not," he laughed and looked at Lori in the pink bikini," slutty. No fucking my friends and no public sex or pissing." Lori's mouth was agape as she listened to his litany of perversions; things he would expect of her. She heard the gate open and in walked a thin brunette wearing a one piece swim suit, made of lycra, much like you see the Olympic swimmers wear. Around her waist was a blue flower print sarong and simple sandals on her feet. Flat sandals. She carried a large straw beach bag and wore a round floppy straw hat. She was a good looking young lady and Lori was jealous of her youth. Josh stood and when Kelli was close they embraced and kissed. A deep, wet, long kiss. Kelli turned and Lori noticed her nipples stretching the tight material of her suit. "So this is the slut you were telling me about. Your little plaything. She will do all those things I won't for you, is that right?" Josh, somehow did not seem at ease with this girl, Lori thought to herself as he answered. "Yes, Kelli." Kelli turned and walked up to Lori, invading her space. Her body was only inches away and when she spoke Lori could smell her breath. She was a smoker. "I must say, you are much better looking than my Mom. What's your name, Dear?" Lori glanced quickly at Josh and remember his orders. "Its Lori. Nice to meet you Kelli." "Nothing will be nice about our meeting," her harsh voice scared Lori, "and it is Miss Kelli to you. Josh told me your name was Cunt. Now what is it, Cunt or Lori?" "It is, it is Cunt, Miss Kelli." "That's a good Pet. I want to make one thing understandable. As far as I am concerned Josh can do whatever he wants with you, but I do not want your Cunt mouth to ever kiss my boyfriend. Is that clear?" "Yes, Miss Kelli." "Is that one of those Weasel brand bikinis? It must be the sheer style, am I right?" "Yes, Miss Kelli." "I cannot believe someone your age, or for that matter even someone my age would wear something like that. Did you already go wading in the pool, Cunt?" "No, Ma'am." Lori was confused by the question. Kelli knew the woman wasn't aware of what she was talking abut and smiled. "The sheer suits, become transparent when wet. I thought you had gone in the pool, because I can see your bald cunt as clear as day. Why do you suppose that is?" Lori could feel her chest and face flush in embarrassment. The chuckle from Josh did nothing to help her degradation. Kelli, when not answered continued in an angry voice, "Well, did you pee in your pants? Why is your bottom so wet? It can't be from your pussy leaking like a faucet, can it?" "Yes Miss Kelli, I mean, no I didn't pee. I guess my pussy soaked the suit." "Your WHAT?" bellowed Josh. Startled, Lori quickly answered, "My cunt. I meant my cunt." Kelli reached down and roughly cupped Lori's mound. Pushing the palm of her hand against the little soaked patch of cloth. She held her hand in front of Lori's face showing the glistening juice on her hand. "My god, you are soaking. What a horny slut you must be. Tell me are you a horny slut cow whose cunt leaks when she is nasty?" Lori could not believe how this girl was so forceful and controlling. She and Josh made a perfect pair. "Yes, Miss Kelli." "Yes, Miss Kelli...what?" "I am a horny slut cow whose cunt leaks when she is nasty, Miss Kelli." "That is much better, Cunt." She turned to her boyfriend and continued, "Josh lets move under the patio. Otherwise she is gonna burn like toast." They moved under the Lanai and Kelli and Josh sat down. Lori stood, not knowing what to do until Josh sent her inside for some beers. They spoke for a few minutes and when Josh was sure Lori was occupied in the kitchen he slipped Kelli the money for her time. Once they had taken sips of their brews, Kelli stood and again stood close into Lori's personal space, knowing it would amplify her dominance. She took her two index fingers, placing them under the string of the bikini at her armpits. From there along the upper outer slopes of Lori's breasts she slid her fingers until, in one fluid motion she had pushed the skimpy bra under her tits. Lori's nipples were hard, even in the hot weather. "When did you have your tits done?" "When my youngest was nine, ah, so almost eleven years ago." Kelli began to lift each breast and release it, "pretty good job, they have a pretty natural bounce." The girl tuned to the table and began to rummage through her straw bag. She laid on the table a red ball gag, then she pulled out a leather strap like paddle. Next a dildo with a suction cup on one end. Kelli knew Lori was taking all this in. She turned and said, "Here it is," and proudly held up a twelve or so inch chain with little adjustable clips at each end. She swung it in front of Lori's face. "Cunt, these are adjustable. I can make them as tight as I like, but I am leaving it up to you." Kelli reached up and began to pull and squeeze on Lori's nipple. "I will hook them just so," Lori felt the cold metal grasp her nipple and pain seemed wired directly to her pussy. "Now you tell me when to stop tightening them. But, to make it fun, if these fall off at anytime I will need to spank your ass. So the tighter they are, the less likely they will come loose, tell me when, Cunt" Lori always liked rough play with her nipples, but it had been years since they had been handled like this. She gritted her teeth as the clamps bit harder and harder into her soft rubbery nubs. Finally, when she thought she could take no more she asked Kelli to stop. This was repeated on the other nipple. Kelli then pulled the bra of the suit back up covering her tits, though the chain hung down between her breasts. Josh had said nothing and was fascinated by how well Kelli played the part. Kelli next grabbed the dildo and walked towards the house, motioning Lori to follow. She handed the dildo to Lori and told her to wet the suction cup with her mouth. Next she had her back up against the glass window and reach down and grab her ankles. This pushed her ass and wet bathing suit against the glass leaving a smudge of her juice. Lori stepped away and watched as Kelli stuck the dildo onto the glass where her pussy had left its mark. "I see no reason to use any lube with your cunt as wet as it is. Fuck yourself on the cock while I finish my beer. Do not break the suction or even think about cumming!" Kelli sat down by Josh and they both watched in awe as the mother of two reached behind and pulling the thong away from her pussy wiggled her ass back until the head of the dildo pushed into her cunt. Josh spoke as he stood, "I'm going in the kitchen to get another beer. When I come back up, your ass cheeks better be pushed against the glass tight." The dildo was big and in this position Lori could feel it pushing hard against her cervix. She pressed back harder until she could feel the cold glass flatten out her ass. It took everything, not to cum. Kelli and Josh finished the beer, virtually ignoring their show toy. Lori's legs were beginning to cramp and her nipples had numbed completely. Kelli walked over to Lori and squatted down next to her. "Do you want to cum, Cunt?" "Please Miss Kelli, yes, may I, please." "You will do whatever Josh and I say for the rest of the summer?" "Yes, anything, Miss Kelli." "You'll fuck and suck anyone I want. You will turn your body over to me and Josh, no matter what we want? You will be our cunt, our cum loving slut." "Yes, Yes!" "You may cum, for me Cunt. Now." Lori pushed herself back against the glass, forcing the rubber cock deeper; her body began to rock with the beginnings of an orgasm. At that moment, Kelli grabbed the chain, hanging down from Lori's chest and pulled hard. As the clamps popped off her nipples the blood rushed back causing sheering pain that set off the best orgasm Lori had ever experienced. The two observers were amazed at the spectacle in front of them. It took minutes for the spasms of pleasure to dissipate and Lori almost passed out from the climax. Kelli gently helped Lori rise and edged her forward until the invading rubber penis disengaged from her body. Lori stood and felt the ache in the muscles in her legs and back. Kelli, brushed the sweaty hair away from the red faced woman and softly spoke. "Be a good girl and clean all that nasty juice off my toy. I don't have to tell you how to clean it do I?" Lori shook her head and turned around. She knelt in front of the cock hanging obscenely off her patio window. She opened her mouth and began to tongue all her essence off the toy. The toys were put back into the purse and Lori reminded herself to clean the window before David got home. Kelli had removed her sandals and sarong and was swimming laps. Lori again felt pangs of jealousy. Josh walked up to her, "Lori, you did very well today. I had planned on fucking you, but again you didn't follow orders to a tee. We will be leaving in a bit, which should give you enough time to clean things up. I won't see you until tommorrow." The two of them walked to the edge of the pool and watched as Kelli cut through the water with very little ripple. Wife Writer Ch. 05 "She swam in high school. I am glad you two hit it off so well." Josh said as he put his arm to the small of her back, guiding her towards the pool. "I want you to walk up to your neck in the water. It will cool you off." He noticed her bending over to unstrap her shoes. "No, Cunt, leave them on. A slut always wears heels." Lori walked to the end of her pool and passed Kelli who had just exited and was drying on the chaise lounge. He first step into the cool water felt wonderful. Besides the fact she was slowly walking into her pool wearing stiletto heels, Lori was enjoying herself. As the water covered her shoulders, she looked over to the chaise lounge and stopped, Josh was seated and kneeling between his legs was Kelli. She was sucking his cock. Josh saw her looking and waved for her to join them. Lori walked out of the pool and could see Josh's eyes stare at her. She knew, now, the suit was transparent. He stood and had Kelli lie on the chaise lounge. His long hard cock was jutting from his shorts. "I told Kelli how much you liked to eat my cum this morning, off the kitchen table, no less." Lori amazed she could still blush, turned red again. Josh was now jerking on his cock as he had this morning, "She wants a demonstration, Cunt. Tell her how much you like to eat my cum." "Miss Kelli, I like, no I love to eat Josh's cum. I will show you," with that she dropped down and made an effort to wrap her mouth onto his prick. "Hold it slut, back off, " he laughed as he continued to pump his fist. "I told you no cock today for you. You need to learn to follow instructions." With that he knelt between Kelli's splayed legs and brought his cock head close up to the lycra crotch of her swim suit. Again, for the second time today, Lori watched as spurt after spurt erupted from his cock head. It landed repeatedly on her suit, the nature of the material making it ball up in little white puddles. When he finished he smiled at his 'girl friend' and turned towards Lori. "Okay, Cunt. Show Kellli how you like to eat cum." Her will had been broken and she knew better not to disobey. She squatted at the end of the lounge and gently placing her palms on Kelli's spread thighs, Lori bent over and began to lick at the cum. Kelli grabbed the back of her head, pushing Lori's face against her covered pussy and snarled,"Suck the cum up, Cunt. I want to feel you sucking on my pussy while you clean up. If I do not cum before you are done, I will be very upset." Lori began to suck the cum, noisily slurping as Kelli guided her head up and down her slit. The tastes were eclectic; a bit of chlorine from the pool, Josh's cum and the taste of Kelli as it seeped through her suit. One last thrust of Kelli's pelvis against her face let Lori know the woman was climaxing. After she recovered, Josh and Kelli gathered up their items and left without saying a word. Lori was left to clean up the house and reflect on what she had done to herself and David. The end, Part 6 to follow. Comments? Wife Writer Ch. 06 Lori felt horrible after they left. She was angry with herself for not being able to refuse Josh's wishes. She was drained both emotionally and physically, walking on autopilot as she cleaned the evidence of her debauchery. She took a long shower, trying to wash the memories of her humiliation from her body. It did not work. As the water pelted her body she decided to ask David to have Josh leave. If she didn't this could only snowball into larger problems for her. Lori hated herself, for during all this sensible planning, her mind kept flashing to Josh's cock and wondering when she would finally feel it. She dressed in one of David's favorite dresses, a sexy mid thigh flowered print. Even though Josh had told her he would not be back, she finished the outfit with the still slightly damp heels. She made a light tuna salad for the two of them to share and opened a bottle of Riesling. When David arrived he was surprised to find Lori dressed up. He again flashed to the heels, knowing how she loved to be barefoot he figured this must be Josh's doing. They talked about the kids, their days; both not mentioning meetings with Josh and finally David spoke of his trip. "Lori, Helen's mother is very ill. She is not expected to last the week. John and his family have left for the east coast. I need to take his place and complete a huge deal with the Japanese. I leave for Tokyo on Friday." Lori's mind was processing thousands of scenarios and she knew she could not be left alone with that boy. "Take me along, David. You know how much I love shopping over there. It will be fun, we can have an early celebration of our twenty fifth anniversary," she pleaded. "I would love to, Lori but I will be in meetings nonstop and you know the Japanese. Wives are not allowed at the dinner meetings. You would be bored. You can't shop for two weeks straight. Besides doesn't Sam get back from Chicago next week?" She had forgotten, their son Sam was coming home for a few days before he left again for a hiking trip in the Grand Canyon. One of them should be home to greet him. Josh. What about Josh? "David, please. I am bored around the house. So let me be bored in Japan. Sam will be okay without seeing us." She tried to not sound desperate. Guilt, began to inch its way into David's mind, until he flashed on Lori's stomach, pregnant with Sam, covered in another man's cum and the words 'Cum Slut' written across it. She deserved no easy way out. If she cannot say 'no' to a boy, her son's age well so be it! "I'm sorry Dear. The arrangements have all been made. I spoke with Sam today and told him you'd be home. I explained about Josh staying with us and asked him to show him around. If they hit it off, maybe Josh can join him on his hike. That would leave us alone for our anniversary." David decided to test her, "is there something bothering you? If Josh being here is a problem, just tell me." Lori sat there for a few seconds. This is what she wanted! Her chance at ridding herself of temptation. Then she thought how she hadn't felt so alive as she did today, since Frank died. She really should be home to see her son, she lied to herself. She looked up and saw David waiting for an answer, "No, he's just like one of the kids. I hardly know he is here." ------------------------------------- The next day David met Josh briefly at the coffee house. He gave him his written recommendations and told him his son would be by for a few days towards the end of the following week. "If, you..well if you have succeeded with Lori, when Sam is here I want you to leave her alone. He will find out, he needs to know his Mother's character, but I want him to hear it from me. Understand?' "Sure, no problem," Josh was getting irritated by David's condescending attitude. "Listen, I am serious Josh. I will ruin you if you go there. Believe me, I can!" "I am sorry, Mr. Fasio. I understand, besides I am pretty sure this isn't going anywhere between her and I, " he lied. Ruin me, you asshole, he thought. Maybe I will let your precious son see, first hand, what type of wife you have. Josh thought of placing some wireless cameras around the patio. A little insurance against this prick might be in order. He may not care what happens to his wife, but I am not so sure he would feel the same way about his son. He knew just the store to pick up what he needed to make his laptop a surveillance center. ------------------------------------ The rest of Thursday Josh spent shopping and hooking up his equipment while Lori was at the gym. Lori and David went out to dinner and both spoke as if they had no secretes to hide. When they arrived home, David claimed fatigue and went to bed early. As his wife joined him in bed later on, he feigned sleep as she nestled up against his back. They both laid in bed, sharing the warmth of their bodies and the comfort of the familiarity that is only present after years of sleeping together. They both dozed off thinking about the future. The car to the airport arrived to pick up David early the next morning. Lori's hug and kiss seemed to linger longer than necessary and she felt a coldness from her husband's smile and goodbye. She walked back into her empty house and felt alone. She knew her future was asleep across the patio in the pool house. Her body felt as it did when she knew Frank would soon be showing up. As if all the cells were electrified and put into hyper drive. She loved David. She rationalized Frank and Josh as means to feeding a hunger she could not control. Maybe, if she satiated her needs, with Josh, she could send him away and life could go on as it had throughout her marriage. Lori tried to block out the uneasy feeling she had. Josh was different than Frank. More dangerous and she could not deny the wetness thinking about it caused her. The ring of her phone brought her back to reality. She knew who it was and did not try and fight the urge to pick it up. "Hello." "Good morning Cunt." She winced at the name and knew it fueled her desire. "Morning, Josh." "I am sitting in my bed with a raging morning hard on. So I thought I'd call the slut next door." Trying to sound her sexiest, Lori replied. "Would you like me to come over and take care of your problem?" Josh knew there was no question he could fuck this woman. To him, the challenge was to see how far she would degrade and abuse herself for that fuck. "Well, Cunt, my problem is I have a piss hard on and I am too lazy to get up. So I want you, in your slut shoes and a thong to bring a cup over here. Better make it a big cup. You have three minutes." He slammed shut his phone cutting the connection. He made sure the wireless cameras were recording and closed his laptop. Lori looked at her watch and ran upstairs. She quickly removed the dress and bra she had been wearing and switched her panties with a black thong. The heels had been on since she awoke. As she started across the patio, she remembered the cup and backtracked to the kitchen, grabbing a large beer glass. Her watch told her she had less then a minute. Josh could hear her heels clicking across the terrazzo and wondered if the cameras would catch her bouncing boobs as she ran. She entered into the pool house and noticed how dirty it was. Just like a boy to strew beer cans and dirty clothes everywhere. The door to the adjacent bedroom was open and she walked in. "Just made it." Josh swung his legs off the bed so he was sitting at the edge. "For the next week or so, we will be working a rewards program. Your job, Cunt, is to do whatever I want," he laughed, a mean sinister type of laugh, "to earn this." Josh jerked his cock up and down by flexing his ass muscles. It slapped against his firm belly. "If you refuse me, there will be punishment. Do you understand?" What have I got myself into she wondered. Her body could not deny the excitement of his challenge. "Yes, Josh." "You are not a wife to me, a mother or a girlfriend; you are nothing more than a slut for me to use. If you walk out that door right now I could care less. You saw Kelli, she is much prettier and sexier than you. Now, do you really understand?" "Yes, Josh I am your slut. I do not know why but for some reason I need you and will do whatever you want. All I ask is when this ends my family is left out of it." "I care even less about your family," he lied as he thought of David and his pompous attitude. He would knock that bastard down a few pegs. He suddenly had an idea of how to push her even more right away. If I can just hold off needing to piss for a few more minutes. "David told me about Sam, he's your oldest, right? Tell me about your daughter and both their ages." Lori did not like bringing her kids into this but did not want to upset Josh. "Sam will be twenty four and is finishing his Master's. Suzi is nineteen and a sophomore. She is in Italy for the summer." Thank god, thought Lori. Josh looked at his watch, "You have eight minutes. I want you to bring both of their graduation pictures I saw on the piano here. I also want you to put on Suzi's bra and panties. I went through her room and there is some in one of her drawers." Lori could not believe him. He had been through Suzi's things! She knew he had access to the house but didn't think he had snooped around. "Josh, Suzi is much more petite than I. Her clothes will be too small. Please do not get angry, but I do not feel right about involving my kids." He looked at his watch, "seven minutes." Lori stood there, she knew what would happen if she refused. This boy was going too far. She already said she was his to use, why did he need to complicate matters? "Six minutes and counting. Should I start packing my suitcase?" Lori put the beer glass down and turned and ran. She nearly feel as her feet slid on the tile floor of the living area of the pool house. Quickly she crossed the patio and bounded up the stairs to her daughter's room. She pulled open her underwear drawer and grabbed at the first thing she saw. She knew Suzi didn't wear sexy under things, or at least didn't at home. Her daughter wa barely a size two and Lori knew she was at least thirty pounds larger than her. Her bra size was a full C and Suzi was barely and A cup. The cotton panties with the small flowers were stretched beyond their normal limits as Lori struggled into them. When she tried on the bra she could not clasp it. Lori began to shake knowing her time was running out. She looked back in the drawer and found a white sports bra and pulled it over her head. The elastic garment pushed tightly against her breasts. Lori avoided looking in any mirrors as she ran into the living room to grab the photos. She arrived with seconds to spare and labored with her breathing from the run and the tight top restricting her chest. Josh was pacing back and forth in the pool room living area. It dawned on Lori his movements were due to his need to relieve his bladder. His semi hard cock swung back and forth as he moved. "You look cute, Lori. I wonder if that damp spot will wash out of her panties." Josh sat on the stool at the counter. He slid to the edge so his penis hung between his splayed thighs. Silently Lori, with a picture in each hand, shrugged her shoulders asking Josh what was next. Put a picture on each side of me on the counter. When you look up at me I want you to know your kids are watching their sweet mother. Tears began to form in her eyes as the words cut to her soul. She walked over and placed Sam to the right and Suzi to the left. She remembered framing each of these photos after their high school graduation. She stepped back and saw Josh's evil grin. "Hurry, go get the glass." Lori's footsteps echoed off the tile floor as she went and picked up the glass where she had left it. "Kneel," was the one word Josh uttered as he pointed to the floor in front of the stool. Lori drooped down, he knees feeling the cold hard surface. She sat back on her haunches and looked up at Josh. She could feel her children's eyes on her as she waited for what she knew was next. Tears dripped from her cheeks and fell to her chest. Some hitting her skin and others her daughter's bra. In a moment of uncharacteristic gentleness, Josh grabbed a napkin from the counter and wiped the tears from her eyes, "Don't cry, Lori. We both know you need this." She nodded her head and breathed in to stop the flow and stifle her dripping nose. The rough paper of the napkin wiped her red nostrils one last time. He slid to the very edge of the stool and took his now erect cock and pushed its head downwards. "This is why men never hit the target," he laughed. "Put the glass up. Hold it with both hands, Cunt." She placed the lip of the glass below his pee hole. Her arms, bent at the elbows shook slightly as she waited. She could see him concentrate and knew he was having a hard time relieving his need. Seconds seemed like hours when finally Lori saw the small slit at the end of his cock open as if to speak. Then a yellow drop slowly formed and another and another as the flow began to drip into the glass. The trickle became a stream and Lori was amazed at the warmth of the glass. The bubbles and deep amber color reminded her of a draft beer. The more he pissed the softer his dick became and soon its head hung freely into the glass. Lori watched in some sort of perverted fascination until she saw the level begin to cover the head of his cock. If Josh did not stop soon the glass would overflow. Lori soon realized it was not to be when he spoke for the first time. "You should have brought a bigger glass," he chuckled. "Hold still." Soon the yellow liquid reached the lip of the glass and began to overflow. Lori sat still as she felt the hot flow start to cover her hands. It took multiple routes, some down her arms until dripping from her elbows to the floor and some directly fell to the tile and puddled below her. Next her knees felt the expanding puddle encase her skin. Finally he stooped, Josh's cock head still submerged had run dry. "Put the glass down Cunt." he softly commanded. As she pulled the glass away the level dropped a bit below the edge of the glass once his cock broke free. She put the glass down in the middle of the puddle and looked up. "Clean my cock. But don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands!" Lori sat up from her haunches keeping her hands to her side. The room reeked of urine. The first of the day was always the most pungent. Her face was now inches away from his head and it glistened in its wetness. Tentatively she stuck out her tongue and touched the helmet like head. The taste was acrid and salty. Her tongue began to lap at the head as it began to grow, Lori had waited so long for this chance and now she was wanted it no matter how gross the taste. No longer worried about the cooling liquid she was kneeling in Lori eagerly sucked his manhood into her mouth. She revealed in its feel as it continued to grow and push towards the back of her mouth. She felt his hand reach to the back of her head and grab a shock of her hair. Using it as a guide her began to pump her head back and forth over his now raging erection. Lori allowed her neck to go limp and did nothing to resist the cock as it invaded her throat. She had learned years ago how to deep throat a cock and Frank had often fucked her face. Saliva was dripping from the corners of her mouth falling to the ground. She knew Josh couldn't last long and did her best to swirl her tongue over his veined tissue as it pummeled in and out of her mouth. Suddenly his grunts became louder and she felt the first burst hit the back of her throat. Before another blast was shot, Josh pulled from her mouth. Tipping her head back he shot the next over her mouth watching it land across her eye and forehead. Next aiming lower her fired once, then again across her daughter's bra. His last two, less powerful spasms, were deposited back on her face. Pushing her head down so she was facing the floor Josh used her hair to wipe his cock clean. He released his grip and swiveling the stool to his right he stepped over the wet tile. "Don't move." He left for his room and Lori, still looking down, was so on edge she would lay in this mess if Josh would allow her to cum. He returned a few minutes later and told her to stand. Her knees ached and the cold piss on her knees ran down her legs. The cum on her face was cooling and oozing its way across her right eye and lips. Out of her left eye she could see Josh had put on some shorts and a T shirt. He was barefoot. That seemed weirdly amusing to her. "I am going next door to cook breakfast. Clean this mess up, everything but you of course. I want you to smell the piss and cum while you straighten up my room. You have thirty minutes to clean the floor, fix my bed and put the dirty towels and any of my dirty clothes in the laundry room. Start a wash then meet me next door. This room better be clean or I'll have you using your tongue on the tiles if it isn't." He turned to leave, stooping to pick up a pair of his dirty boxer shorts. Tossing them at her feet he added, "you can use those to wipe the cum out of your eye." Thirty minutes later, while sitting at the kitchen table finishing his coffee Josh saw Lori approaching. She looked silly in the tight cotton panties and stretched bra. As she got closer he could see the whitish traces of his cum on her face, hair and bra. She was holding both photos, using a towel to keep her piss coated fingers off the glass frames. Josh smiled as she entered the kitchen. "Go put the pixs back where they belong." Lori returned a few minutes later and stood by the table. "You stink. I am going to forgive your little earlier outburst about the kids. Lori, you will find I am a compassionate man." His grin and condescending voice humiliated her even more than the fluids drying on her body. "I am sure, such a slut that you are, you want to cum. Well, if you continue to follow orders I am sure it will happen today. Maybe even more than once." Lori stood in her own kitchen, covered in piss and cum and wearing her daughter's much too small under things while this child was lecturing her. "Thank you Josh. May I please go shower?" She should have known by his smile that nothing today would be easy. He reached on the counter behind him and held a bottle of shampoo, a bar of soap, a razor and a washcloth. He held them out to Lori. "Sure, I got these for you. Use the hose on the patio. Be sure and remove the stubble from your pussy. When you are done knock on the door and I will bring you a bath towel." Josh added, "and Cunt, remember, no bare feet." Stunned, Lori grabbed the items from his outstretched hands. She turned and walked out the door, hearing it lock behind her. She approached the hose on the patio and removed the bra and panties. The cold water caused goose bumps to cover her body, yet did nothing to quell the fire raging inside of her. Josh watched from the window for a few minutes but soon walked away. She shaved her armpits, legs and pussy. It was difficult trying to hold the hose and razor and after a bit found it easier to just soap up, shave and then pick up the hose to rinse. She finished with her hair and gathered up all the items and headed to the house. The sun warmed her up and she hoped Josh would allow her to brush and dry her hair. She knocked on the door and waited, and waited. She could see from the window the television was on and she saw the back of Josh's head. When his show went to commercial he got up and approached the door. Opening the door but leaving the screen closed he spoke. "Lift up your arms, did you do a good job shaving?" "I did my best, Josh." Wife Writer Ch. 06 "Good, now push your cunt up against the screen," she did as told, "good, looks like a fine job. Turn around and show me your asshole. I hope you washed there." He continued to push her buttons and Lori had no self respect left in her. She turned around, bent at the waist and reaching behind she spread her ass cheeks, holding that position until he told her things looked clean to him. He opened the screen and let her in. "Cunt, I've laid out some clothes for you. We are going out for a drive and lunch. Dry your hair and put on some makeup. Red lipstick and some eye makeup to cover up the bags. You really need to get some rest. You look horrible." As he walked towards the family room he yelled over his shoulder, "fifteen minutes." Lori rushed again upstairs, the pain in her feet forgotten. She went straight to the bathroom and quickly dried her hair. She had to fight back the tears as she applied the makeup, because Josh was right. She had crow's feet at the corner of each eye and all the crying had left them swollen and dark. Once her face was done, Lori felt better, the mirrored reflection was of an attractive woman. Next she went to her bed where she found some clothes. There was a small black thong which she put on. The blouse was white and sheer. It was a favorite of hers but there was no bra, so when she put it on she saw that her nipples faintly shone through. The skirt on the bed was not familiar, it was a pleated jeans skirt that was not hers or Suzi's. Had Josh bought it for her? When she put it on she could not believe how short it was! It barely covered the cheeks of her ass and she knew if she sat down her thong would be visible. When she walked into the kitchen Josh was standing by the door to the garage. He whistled and gave her a thumbs up heading to the doorway. Josh climbed into Lori's BMW and watched with interest as she tried to gracefully sit in the leather bucket seats. Her skirt pulled up and left her ass cheeks uncovered as she sat. The drive to San Francisco was uneventful. Josh spoke very little and Lori just stared out the window. He pulled into the Haight Ashberry district. Once the center of the 'Flower Power' generation it now was a somewhat hip, liberal district with some adult oriented shops. "It is time we bought you some new shoes, Cunt." He parked the car in a city lot and looked around. "Take off the thong." Lori hearing the sound of skin pulling from leather pulled her ass up and slid her panties off her ankles. She left them on the floor of her car. There was no away to avoid spreading her legs when she got out of the car. No one was near and she felt a rush when the cold San Francisco air blew across her naked lips. She walked into a boutique of sorts. There were all sorts of latex and leather clothing. Many of the items were worn by dancers in the strip clubs; there were also Nurse and French Maid costumes; not the cheap Halloween type but expensive well tailored outfits. A young girl, about Suzi's age, with red streaks through her black hair greeted them. She was wearing a black cotton dress over striped leotards. On her feet were Doc Martin black boots, matching the color of her nails and lipstick. When she spoke a silver ball could be seen pierced through her tongue. "Can I help you?" She eyed the two with a little surprise. Neither seemed to fit the typical patron to the store. He was too preppy and she was too old to be a dancer. "We are looking for some heels. Stiletto heels for my... girlfriend." Josh paused just before he finished the sentence and noted the strange look the girl gave Lori. They followed her to the shoe area and the wall was covered with samples of shoes. A veritable bonanza for some one with a shoe fetish like Josh. Lori sat down trying very hard to keep her legs together, while Josh prowled the wall picking out samples of shoes he wanted her to try on. After finding four samples he sat next to Lori and spoke, "Lori, what size are you?" In just a whisper Lori's answer could barely be heard, "a size seven, please." The girl took the samples to the back, looking for the shoes in the correct size. Once she was out of range, Josh spoke, "Cunt, I want you to flash your pussy at her when she helps you with the shoes." Soon the girl returned holding six or seven boxes of shoes. She took the liberty of grabbing a few other pairs. She knew something was going on and thought she might score a big sale if she went with the flow. In this part of town she saw women led down the street by leashes. They were going to have to go a lot further to embarrass her. The first pair were clear plastic platform shoes with a three inch platform and a good five inch heel. The girl grabbed Lori's ankle and began to remove her shoes. The leather felt damp to her fingers. When she finished with the first leg she let it drop to one side of the stool she sat on. As she pulled up the other leg, Lori's thighs separated exposes her hairless slit. "Cool, I shave too. I love the feel." Lori's face turned red and Josh understood the girl was on to his scheme. The girl strapped both of the shoes to her feet and warned her they would take a bit to get used to. She suggested Lori walk around the store, taking baby steps at first. Lori stood and at first felt very unsure of her steps. Soon she was able to walk in short steps, the height of the shoe making her appear much taller. As Lori walked away from Josh and the girl she stopped when she heard Josh's voice. "Lori, be a sweet heart and see if you can touch the floor in those shoes. I bet you can't. No fair bending your knees." Lori heard the girl giggle and could not fight the warmth she felt from his continual debasement. She slowly bent at the waist and as her fingers touched her toes she felt the skirt pull up. Lori knew her ass and cunt were on display. "Now spread your feet a bit until you can touch the floor, palms flat." Lori had to move her feet at least two feet apart and once her palms touched the floor she knew she would not be able to straighten without bending her knees or dropping to her knees. She heard footsteps behind her and looking through her thighs she saw the upside down image of two black boots approaching. A cool hand rested on the naked skin of her ass, gently massaging the pink heart tattoo. "Pretty limber for an older lady." "An older cunt," corrected Josh. "Maybe in your fantasy, Bub, but don't use that word around me." Her terse voice silenced Josh and he shook his head in agreement. The cool hand slid down the crack of her ass with an ease indicating past experience with women. She lightly rubbed the lips and snuck two fingers into Lori. "She is very wet. Lori, is it?" Josh shook his head yes, "Lori, stand up for me," the girl helped her up. Lori looked into the eyes of the young girl and felt a bond with her. "Lori, Is all this okay with you. If it is, all power to you, but no one should ever force someone into doing something they really don't want to. D/s is not about that." "Thank you," she paused and smiled, "but I like being told what to do by him." "Cool, lets try on some more shoes." The girl bounded back to the stack of boxes. By the time they finished Josh had picked out three pair of shoes and the sales girl's hand had visited between Lori's thighs often. As they finished charging all the purchases the girl stepped from behind the counter in the empty store. She looked at Josh and asked, "Can she cum for me?" He shook his head up and down and watched as the girl closed the distance between herself and Lori. She took her right hand and slipped it under the skirt to that often visited destination. As her fingers plunged into the wetness she pulled Lori down with her other hand and kissed her passionately. Josh watched as Lori's body soon began to shake and she orgasmed on the pumping hand of the girl. When they separated, there was a smile on both faces and no words were needed as the couple left the shop. Lori walked carefully on the six inch platform shoes. She looked like a complete slut but did not care. End of Part 6 More to follow Comments? Wife Writer Ch. 07 Josh seemed very pleased with Lori's participation so far. As they drove from San Francisco he praised her obedience. He instructed her, since she now had four pairs of high heels of his liking, she should never let him see her in any other footwear. He suggested she keep her 'other' shoes in her car and change them once she was sure there was no chance of her and him crossing paths. "Of course, you understand I would be very angry with you if I EVER see you in any other shoe." Josh looked over at her while they sped down the freeway. "Yes, Josh." The orgasm she experienced in the store only fueled her need for this man. "And you know why I would be upset, don't you Cunt?" "Because I am your slut and as such I must look that way," she paused and added, "but Josh what will we do when David or the kids are home?" She brought her husband's name up to give him a reality check. Holding back any anger he smiled and gently patted her bare thigh, "Of course, I was talking about when it is just the two of us." He exited in San Bruno and headed down the El Camino Real, a large street running along most of California, from south to north. Lori had no idea where he was heading. He pulled the German car into a rather run down small shopping center, a strip mall of sorts. Lori saw a liquor store, a nail salon and further down a few more businesses which she could not make out. Dusk was starting to darken the skies. Once the car engine and radio were silenced by the turn of the key, Josh turned towards Lori. He took his left hand and softly stroked her forehead, pushing her hair from her eyes. "Lori, you have been very good, so far. I am so proud of how you handled yourself this morning and in the store." He reached to the nape of her neck and gently rubbed her. "Feel my cock, Lori." She reached across the consul and let her hand drop below the steering wheel. He was hard, very hard. "You do that to me and I have had to fight my desire to fuck you," he was now rubbing her ear lobe. "You want my cock, don't you Cunt?" She nodded her head in agreement. "Say it. tell me." "I want your cock, Josh. I want you to fuck me." She hadn't wanted anything as much since Frank last visited her. The guilt she felt amplified her desire to be used. His hand had reached to her blouse and slowly began to unbutton it. "I never had a blow job as good as this morning. You are a great cock sucker. Where did you learn to take a cock down your throat so well?" He gave a quiet laugh, "I don't see you sucking David that way. Where did you learn to suck cock. Lori?" The top three buttons were open and he stopped and began to gently rub the tops of her smooth breasts. Somehow she felt proud to be called a cock sucker, a great one no less. "In college. I had a boyfriend who, well who taught me." "To be a cock sucker and to be his slut. Were you his slut like you are mine?" "Yes. Like you. I was his slut, his whore." She felt him open her final buttons and pull the blouse to the side. "You liked it when he used your mouth, your cunt, your ass when you were his slut, didn't you?" His fingers were twisting her nipples with enough pressure to make her voice crackle. "Yes, I loved it. David is good but he just can't," she fought tears when she spoke his name. "but, I need it to hurt, I need to be used." "I know you do. And that is why we have one more stop before I take you home and give you this," he pushed her hand back on his cock and flexed it. "You need to be good for me, even if it seems too much for you, I want you to know it will make me happy. You want that don't you Lori?" He pulled out a set of nipple clamps and began to tighten them. She hadn't answered so once both clamps were tightly affixed to her nipples and the chain hung between, Josh grabbed the chain and tugged, pulling each nipple up and away. "You want me happy, don't you?" The pain excited her as she mumbled, "Yes, Josh. I will do whatever you want." He redid the two lower buttons, then pulled the chain so it was visible. "Get out." She stood, on her six inch heels, feeling the evening coolness on her legs. She waited until he came around and grabbed her elbow, steering her towards the end of the buildings. As they neared she noticed the glass windows were painted yellow and in red letters, forming a half circle, like some obscene sunset were the words: ADULTS ONLY! Below that was a list that included: adult novelties, adult magazines, video booths and DVD rentals. The first thought that came to Lori's mind was 'dirty book store'. Josh pushed open the door and let Lori enter. What first struck her was the brightness of the store. Bright florescent lights showered down on everything. Not a flattering light she thought and awful bright for something considered dark and dirty. One wall was covered with all sorts of toys, vibrators, leather restraints, oils, whips and chains. The other wall was filled with video and DVD boxes depicting all sorts of acts on their covers. Crude headings printed on cardboard were taped to the wall above the shelves: girl/girl, gang bang, interracial, BDSM, gay etc. There, by a magazine rack and a glass counter, containing even more toys was a large middle aged black man. He wore a plaid shirt and his stomach hung over his oversized belt buckle as he watched from behind the register. There were five or six men perusing the goods and they all stopped when Lori entered. Strangely, they seemed almost embarrassed to be seen in the store by a woman. Josh whispered in her ear, "go check out that wall," he pointed, "pick out a medium size butt plug. I want you asshole stretched a bit before I fuck it." Lori thought she would faint, or trip on her unsteady shoes. Her thighs were thick with her juices and her aroma was strong. She had never felt so reduced to basic animal lust. She walked to the wall passing one elderly man who, recovering from the shock of her being there, openly eyed her body. Josh walked up to the counter, getting ready to buy some tokens for the video booth. Before he could speak the man behind the counter spoke in a low guttural voice. "She your bitch, young fella?" Unafraid, as he was at the boutique, to use his pet name for Lori he spoke. "Yes, the cunt belongs to me." "And you are here to test her.... or scare her..... or some damn thing, right?" Was he that evident? "Something like that." "She follow orders pretty good? She ain't gonna go ballistic on us is she?" He smiled showing a gold lateral incisor. "She does what I say," he answered proudly. "Well son, I have been through this a few times and if you follow my lead I think we can both have some fun." He laughed and Josh swore there was a glint of light off his tooth. Feeling a little insecure with this confident man he nodded in agreement and whispered,"no fucking. We can play with her but no fucking." "Sure, but she'll suck won't she?" The question was left unanswered as Lori just walked up to the counter holding a red butt plug. Keeping her eyes down she laid it on the counter. She was sure her heartbeat could be heard, it was pounding so very hard in her chest. "Ma'am, are we sure this is the right size for you?" he held up the plastic wrapped plug smiling at the woman. He noticed she was much older than he first thought. "I think so, yes it will be fine," she could feel the flush in her face and wanted this to be over. "Well, I don't want you to have to return it if it ain't just right," he tore open the package and stood the plug up on its base, "why doesn't she try it on for size, as we say?" He directed his question to Josh. "Good idea. Yes we want to be sure it fits, don't we Lori?" Before she could answer the store keeper put a bottle of Astroglide Lube next to the red dildo and pointed to a door in the back, "you can use the restroom in the back, Ma'am." On autopilot, Lori picked the two items up from the counter and headed to the back. The cashier waited until she closed the door and he announced to the men in the room. "We are gonna have some fun tonight, boys. If you can't follow my orders or don't want some of that," he nodded towards the restroom, "take off. Otherwise we are officially closed for the night." No one moved and Josh watched as the neon light blinking 'Open' was shut and the front door locked. Everyone was told to continue browsing and wait for the black man's directions. He introduced himself as Big Ed. They all turned and watched as Lori slowly walked back to the counter. Her short steps, the grimace on her face and the fact she was only holding the lubricant in her hand told everyone where the plug had gone. "Fit okay, lady? asked Big Ed. "Yes, fine." Lori felt everyone's eyes on her and noticed them all straining to hear what her soft reply was. An EF Hutton commercial somehow flashed through her mind. "What's that hanging out of your shirt? he pointed from behind the counter. "Some sort of chain it looks like, to me" Lori stood quietly wishing they would leave. She knew it wasn't time yet. "Answer the gentleman, Cunt." Josh's voice was loud and she flinched at her name. "It, it is a chain, um it is connected to...well," she looked at Josh and knew he wanted her to finish, "connected to my nipples. Nipple clamps." There she said it! No longer directing his questions or remarks to Josh, Big Ed spoke, "Show me. We sell them but I have never seen them being worn. Show them," he paused and Lori waited for the polite 'Ma'am' but instead he finished, "Cunt." Was it possible, as he body shook slightly, she thought; did I just have a mini climax? Josh spoke, "Do as he says, as if I were saying it. Do this for me Lori." Lori reached up and slowly unclasped the three buttons. She let the blouse fall open and her dissented nipples were visible. She felt the presence of others moving closer, trying to see, but only looked at this old, fat, ugly man. "Cunt, be a good girl and take off the shirt, so everyone can see." She wanted to scream; it is a blouse, not a damn shirt, but instead shrugged her shoulders and let it fall off. She laid it on the counter. She could hear under-the-breath exclamations of disbelief from the other men but she still just looked ahead at Ed. He had dealt with women who needed to be told what to do. Who wanted to submit. She could sense it. "The skirt, too. Take it off. If there are panties under there, you can leave." He laughed, "if not we gonna have some fun." Lori looked at Josh and saw no help in his, now familiar, evil grin. She unzipped the skirt from the side and gave a little wiggle of her hips to help it off. It slid to the floor, forming a denim puddle at her feet. Big Ed could see her bald cunt and the juices leaking from it. The crowd behind her could see the red base of the plug in her ass and the red tattoo. Big Ed directed his order to a man in the back, "Sully, go and grab one of those leashes off the wall. The small one with the chain." When he returned, seconds later another order was given, "good, now hook it to that chain on her titties." This elderly man's hands shook as he followed directions. After connecting the clasp he looked up at the man. "Okay. Now walk her back to the toy wall. Real slow, so we don't hurt those nips, " he paused, smiling and displaying that golden tooth as he finished, "too much." Sully, feeling honored to have been chosen, slowly tugged on the leash causing Lori to turn and step forward. For the first time she saw the others, staring at her body with lustful eyes. She felt empowered by her submission. The thirty or so steps ended and she heard Ed's voice behind her. "Cunt, on your right, grab that leather crop, no, not that one, the other. That's it." He felt no guilt or trepidation in giving orders to this naked lady. He looked for no answers or explanations of her situation. "Now, put it in your mouth, hold it with your teeth." He watched as Lori bit into the middle of the black leather crop. "Now, Cunt. Get down on your hands and knees, like a good bitch. Crawl to me." He had stepped from behind the counter and watched as she was led by Sully and the leash down the aisle. Her hands and knees could feel the dirt on the rarely swept floors. A good ache came from the pull on her nipples and she secretly wished the man would tug harder. When Sully and his beautiful pet completed their journey, he handed the leather looped handle to Big Ed. Few times in ordinary men's lives do they get to attain some sort of celebrity; today Big Ed was going to have his fifteen minutes of fame. Basking in his moment of glory, he tugged upwards on the leash making Lori's nipples pull away from her heavy breasts. Then, taking the crop from her mouth, he entertained his friends by slicing through the air with the crop. The noise registering gasps of fear from Lori as she felt its closeness. "Well, Missy," he rubbed the crop gently across her ass, flicking his wrist so it made small painless taps on her cheeks, "I see a wedding ring on your finger. I know this boy isn't your husband. So tell us does your man know what you are doing tonight?" The highlights of her meetings with Frank over the years were those times he reminded her of her betrayal to David. This was no different. "No," she looked up ignoring, everyone except Big Ed, "he has no idea." "No idea you are here or no idea you are a filthy slut?" "Both." "Where I grew up, if a bitch dog left the junk yard, we beat its ass. That bitch learned never to leave again. Could leave her on that front porch with no lead on and she wouldn't move." Lori and he locked eyes. The tip of the crop was making circular movements on her ass. He looked to Josh, "She is your bitch, son. What do you think, should we teach her a lesson tonight?" Josh saw the eyes of a man whose people were mistreated for generations. Lori wasn't the cause nor was Josh going to let him make her pay for whatever hatred he had endured. "Big Ed, she isn't your bitch dog, she isn't your wife and she isn't gonna be beat by anyone, except maybe me." Josh knew he needed to change the mood quickly or this could spin out of control. "Why don't we use the Cunt for what she is good for; sucking cock." The other men cheered and after a few seconds, Ed's look of defiance turned into a smile. He tossed the crop to Josh and told Lori to get up. She sighed a breath of relief and stood on her heels. "Take her to booth number three. Remove the chair and close the door. I will start the movies from here. Anyone with fifty bucks gets a blow job, that includes a rubber." Lori had reached a new low, she was being whored out to a group of strangers. The choice wasn't if she would suck the men, it was whether they could afford it or not. Josh led her by the leash into the dark video room. The wall was lined with small doors with lights above them indicating use. All the lights were off, meaning the booths were empty. He stopped in front of booth three and opened the door. The video screen emitted a low light and Josh pulled out the hard plastic chair, sliding it into the hallway. In the wall was a fist sized hole, a glory hole, and Josh understood Ed's plan. It made sense, she wouldn't even know who she was servicing. Completely anonymous sex. He led her into the room and undid the leash. He did not remove the clamps but loosened them so circulation would restart. He put his hands on her shoulders and spoke. "Do this for me, Lori and we will be done. We will go home. I know this is what you want. You are a slut and a whore. Well now you can prove it. I will be right outside the door." He pushed down until she was kneeling. Her knees were sticking to the discharges, shot on the floor in these dark lonely closets by faceless men. She heard the door close behind her and sat in the dark, the only light was the dim green of the video screen. She started when suddenly the room was lit and on the screen was a porno film. It depicted a young naked blond girl sucking the cocks of a group of men. Fitting she thought. The close ups of the girls lips wrapping around the hard members excited Lori. Through the wall she heard, "open up, bitch!" Turning her head she saw a hole she hadn't noticed before with a rubber clad penis sticking through. The balls of the man were partly pressed into her room and it reminded her of the suction cup dildo stuck to her patio window. "Suck it, Bitch." Her breath began to come in short gasps and she flashed to her duties at Frat parties in college. Cock after cock would invade her oral cavity, bruising her lips and scrapping her throat. She did it for Frank and now all these years later she was doing it for Josh. She leaned forward and swallowed the cock until her nose hit the plywood divider. The first wasn't much different than the sixth. Her skill was something these men had never experienced and she quickly brought them off in their little latex sheaths. She preferred to feel the ejaculate hitting the back of her throat and sliding down her gullet, her mouth being nothing more than a receptacle. But times were different and this was not the place to take risks. When no more cocks poked into her domain she stood and opened the door. Josh saw her lips were swollen and her face was covered with perspiration. She walked with a skewed sense of pride out of the video area. She looked at the six men loitering around, none particularly good looking, and wondered whose cock belonged to whose face. Since none she sucked were black she knew Big Ed hadn't partaken. "Well. little lady, the boys here say you are quite the cock sucker." She heard the murmur of agreement from the men and again some weird sense of pride engulfed her. He stood and walked in front of her. "They called me, Big Ed, before I got fat." He unhooked his big belt buckle and popped open the buttons to his old chinos. Without ceremony he pushed his pants and shorts to his ankles. He leaned back against the glass counter and spread his feet as far as the pants on his ankles would allow. Lori gasped. There hanging between his legs was the biggest cock she had ever seen. And it wasn't even hard! "Jesus Christ," exclaimed Josh. Ed hefted it up with his hand and Lori could see his equally large balls. "It really never gets completely hard," he explained, "but if you lick it good and suck the head I'll give you something good to eat." "Josh," the sound of fear was apparent in Lori's voice, "you said I could leave, if I did what you said. I did, didn't I? Please. Let's go." For a moment it looked as though Josh was agreeable, then Big Ed's laugh sounded in the room. "I thought you told me she was your 'cunt'. She would do whatever you say. Don't look that way to me, boy." Big Ed's chiding caused some laughter from the other men. "You said we could have a blow job. Well, what about me?" "Josh, please...." the second she saw his face Lori knew she should have remained quiet. "Listen, Cunt. Ed is right. Anyway a slut like you would regret passing up a cock like his. You are my cunt and will do what I say!" He felt powerful around the men who would never speak to a woman like that. Except for Big Ed. "Tell her she does what I say. I will stop only if you tell me to. I don't listen to the bitch." Lori was nervous, her lips ached, her knees and legs were sticky from kneeling in strange men's cum and she was standing nude in a dirty bookstore. Everything logical and sane told her to run; her body wanted her to stay. "Cunt." Josh spoke loudly and waited until she turned and faced him, "you heard Big Ed. You will do what he says, without question. Everyone here knows you crave this type of behavior. So stop pissing me off." Wife Writer Ch. 07 "Yes, Josh" "Tell everyone here what you are and what you want, Lori." "I'm a cunt and a whore. Ed sold my mouth to everyone in this room and now I want to thank him by sucking his black cock." The room was still and everyone was waiting for Ed to respond. "Just do what I want and you will be fine. I bred a lot of bitches in my day and I always liked showing them." Lori wasn't sure what he meant and watched as he told two of the men to bring the bench in from his office. It was maybe three feet wide by five feet long. It had four wood legs, maybe twelve inches high and was covered in a worn red leather. It reminded her of an ottoman, something you could put your feet up on. It was low for a bench but she figured he was going to have her blow him somehow, someway on this bench. They sat it down in front of the counter. "You only speak when spoken to by me or the boy. Now get on the bench, on all fours like a good bitch." Lori, at ease with her nudity, knelt down on the bench and put her hands down. She was in 'doggy style' position and hoped Josh would enforce his 'no fucking' rule. Ed had her move up until she was centered She noticed he had removed his clothes, except for his shirt, which hung past his belly. Lori could see his cock swing as he moved and the thrill of soon touching it was making her wet. At the level she was, Lori was just about the right height for him to fuck her mouth. Speaking to the other men, as if lecturing Ed said, "I've shown a lot of bitches at dog shows and such. The judges like a well trained and well behaved dog." Speaking to Lori, "Okay, lock your elbows, I want your back parallel to the floor. Spread your legs a bit. Good. No slouching." Lori held position as he walked away and she found the humiliation of being exhibited like a bitch dog overwhelming. He came back dropped a rubber band on the bench, under her face. "Put your hair into a pony tail." Lori sat up a bit and quickly did as she was told. Frank use to like her hair like this so he had a handle to hold on to when he used her mouth. Next she felt his hand at her ass. He grabbed the base of the plug and twisted it out causing a loud suction like fart. She turned red from the noise. "I've got something special for your ass, bitch, " he showed her another butt plug, roughly the size as the last, but attached to the base was a shock of hair. At first Lori was confused, then she realized when the plug was in her ass it would look like she had a tail! She felt him squirt some oil on her back and the crack of her ass. He began using his large strong hands to rub the oil into her skin. "Boys, always keep your bitches oiled and lubed, they show much better and will be ready for any action." He smiled when his group of admirers laughed. His finger darted into her still gaping rear entry, forcing the oil deep in her bowels. With one hand on her back he slowly twisted the plug into her. Once the widest part slid past her sphincter she felt it pop into her. Perverse as this was, she wished there was a mirror for her to see her new tail. Next his oily hands started to rub under her starting at her belly and moving towards her tits. He spent a lot of time rubbing her breasts, avoiding her still clipped nipples. His two handed downward stroking of each breast looked as though he was milking her. "Nice udders for an older bitch. Right boys?" Lori heard them cheer their approval. That word reminded her of cows and degraded her even more. "Cunt, how old are you?" "Forty.... forty seven." "Like I said she is in good shape," his finger was rubbing her clit and he could feel her pushing against it. "hold still, bitch. She's trying to fuck my finger boys, I told you she was a hot one." Again she heard the laughter but she no longer cared. When was he going to stop teasing me she thought as she stopped rocking against his hand. "This is what it is all about. They drive around in their fancy German cars and wear their designer clothes. They look down at us as if we were shit. They hire the illegals at Home Depot, rather than hiring us citizens. But once you strip away the fancy clothes, once you train them proper. Then they will do whatever you want for this." With that he pushed his large middle finger deep into her cunt. Lori let out a moan and squeezed her vaginal muscles hard, trying to stop him from removing his finger. "Look at how wet she is," he held his finger high in the air. "Are you my little doggy bitch?" Lori dropped her head in shame and said, "Yes" Feeling a tug on her pony tail, "Keep your head in position!" he yelled. "Now tell everyone here what you are." "I'm..I'm your little doggy bitch." He released her hair and stood in front of her, pulling his shirt off exposing a large hairy belly, but more importantly his huge black cock. He hefted it up and teased her by bringing it close to her face. He whispered, "good girl, hold your stance." She felt the spongy head lightly rub across her cheek. "Sully, get the dildo I told you about." She heard hurried footsteps, but besides her shallow breath, she was statue like. Sully came back with an obscene looking toy. There was a ten to twelve inch rubber cock attached to a handle. Between the handle and dildo was a circular hub. It looked like a sword with a cock for a blade. "Put that oil I gave you on it." When in Nam, years ago, he learned from the whores about an oil that had some natural ingredient, almost like a finely ground pepper, that would not only lubricate a woman but when it permeated her inner walls it caused such an inflammation of the tissues that the person would do anything for release. People call 'Spanish Fly' a myth but Ed knew this was no myth. He saw the whore's pimps make them douche with it before an all night gang bang. "Okay Sully. Put it right at the entrance to her cunt." He took his finger and lifted Lori's chin so she was looking right at him. "Now, bitch, I want you to slowly push back on the dildo. Work that rubber cock deep inside." Lori pushed back and felt the tip at her entrance. With the oil and her drenched pussy there was no discomfort at all. She made tentative fucking movements, each time taking a little more of the cock into her. "Sully, squirt some more oil on there. We don't want her to dry up on us." The little man looked comical; as if he were a musketeer with a sword. After a few minutes Big Ed told her to stop. She did and the dildo was about half way in. The oil must have started because you could see her body trying to cause some sort of friction against the rubber phallus. "Open up." Those two words took Lori momentarily from the her main concern and she looked up. Staring back at her was the one eyed monster growing in its Master's hand. She open her mouth and felt it push inside. He wa very big and her cheeks were stretched to accommodate his girth. "Bitch, here is what I want. You rock back and forth on my cock and the rubber one. Keep your back straight and arms locked. Think of yourself putting on a show at the Garden. The judges want to see restraint and poise. Don't even think of cumming without permission. Now start." Everyone in the room was awe struck by the spectacle. Here was this woman not being fucked, but rather being made to fuck herself at both ends. Soon her motions increased, forcing the cocks at both ends deeper. Saliva dripped from her stretched lips and Sully continued to squirt oil at the other end. It was as if she were some automaton moving back and forth; a human fucking machine! Ed could see she was close to release and wasn't ready for this to end yet. "Sully, pull it out." His friend yanked back leaving her empty. The oils continued to cause an itch she needed relieved. Ed's cock fell from her mouth and she spoke without permission. "Oh, fuck...please, I. I need to cum. Please I will be your bitch, anything. let me cum!" her breaths were short, her body glistened of oil and sweat. It took everything for her not to plunge her fist into her pussy. "Tell everyone, you are my bitch dog." "I am your bitch, your bitch dog. Please. I've never been...oh fuck, I need to cum!" "Hold position," his order stopped her rocking but for a few seconds, the itch was unbelievable. "You will fuck anyone and anything I want. Say it!" "Anyone, anything,fuck...I will fuck..." her voice was rambling. "If I brought my Doberman in this room, what would you do?" She paused but the need was too great, "I'd be his bitch." "Good girl, okay Sully, give it to her." As soon as she felt the head of the dildo Lori pushed back hard, taking almost three quarters of its length in one thrust. Her mouth found Ed's cock and she resumed her piston like movements again. Her tear filled eyes looked up at Ed, begging for permission to climax. He shook his head no. Once more her holes were left empty and once more she was made to humiliate herself by agreeing to do anything Ed suggested. If only he would let her find release. Again she felt the joy of her voids being filled and this time she decided to concentrate on the cock in her mouth. If she could bring him close he would not delay her objective. Breathing through her nose, making animal like snorts, snot running out her nostrils and spit down her neck she assaulted him with a vengeance. On every down stroke she forced his cock deeper in her throat. Big Ed had never had anyone take him so deep. He could feel his body losing to her ministrations and knew there was no turning back. He looked down at her eyes, not the eyes of a woman but of an animal and nodded. She knew release was on its way. Soon her back arched upwards and with one final push she forced her cunt back down until the hilt of the perverted sword hit her ass. She felt the orgasm start in her toes and move upwards like and electronic wave of energy. Big Ed , no longer wanting to wait, jerked the bit of cock she couldn't swallow and felt his balls start their release. His first jet was so deep into her throat it bypassed the swallow mechanism, but the next came as she was peaking during her orgasm. Too much was happening and she sputtered and began to gag, cum blew out of her nose and Ed pulled himself free. He released copious amounts across her face and hair. Her body must have shook for a full three minutes against the dildo and poor Sully's tiring hand. When it was over he pulled it free and liquid, female cum or piss dripped out of her open hole. She fell onto the couch, yanked out her tail and turned on her back. A leg was on either side of the bench and even though she had just experienced the most shattering orgasm of her life her hands dropped to her clit and she rubbed vigorously, setting off mini orgasms. The men, not use to cumming ever more than once in a night all had hard ons from the spectacle. A few had pulled themselves free and were openly jerking themselves. Noticing this, Ed spoke, "Go ahead boys, jerk off on her if you like. I figure she needs another ten minutes before she tires herself out." In a threatening voice, "No touching." Four of the men who had experienced her mouth in the dark booth were able to produce a second load. The smaller volume arced from their groins and rained down on her face, her tits and her legs. She seemed oblivious to them. Josh could not believe what he had witnessed. His cock was throbbing but he would wait till she was clean and away from Big Ed. He could not believe what she agreed to and believed she would have anything Ed wanted. It was late, Lori was done with cumming, there was no more energy left in her. She could still feel the itch, it had grown weaker but she was just too exhausted to care. End of part 7 more to come-comments Wife Writer "Please, Frank," she implored, "I need to talk with you. I, I miss you." "If you needed to talk, you should have answered my phone calls. I would have given you a chance to apologize then." His eyes locked onto hers and she visibly shivered. "Apologize? Frank, what you did to me...I shouldn't be the one saying their sorry. I'm the laughing stock of...Oh, never mind. Please can we talk alone?" Frank stood and walked over to the television and turned it off. He turned around and everyone saw the evil smile on his face. The tension in the room could be felt. "Cum Slut. I hear that is your name on the campus. Well, Cum Slut, if you want to be back with me it has to be on my terms and mine alone. Otherwise leave. There are plenty of girls, better looking than you, " he paused and grabbed his crotch as he continued, "that want this." Sam said he and the other guys darted glances at each other wondering if anyone was brave enough to tell their buddy things had gone far enough. But, Sam said, with some guilt in his voice they all wanted to see how the hand would play out. "Well?" he crossed his arms and stared at the girl cowering across the room from him. "I'll, yes I'll...but lets go in your room...anything, but not here. Please." "Tell my friends what you are. Tell them who you belong to. Tell them what a stupid cunt you are and how sorry you embarrassed me in front of the sorority girls." He had a cold stare, "or leave." "I'm a cum slut. I'm Frank's cum slut, his stupid,' she stuttered on the word that demeans women to the core, "cunt. I am sorry I embarrassed you." "And you will write a letter to the sorority girls apologizes for leaving their party so abruptly. Won't you?" Without a trace of resistance in her body she shook her head in agreement. Frank smiled and told her to strip then and there. She had been naked in front of his frat buddies before so she slowly removed her clothes. When she was naked except for her tennies as Frank spoke. "Rule one. No bra or panties on campus. Except when on the rag, during which time you may wear red panties. If any of my frat brothers or I see you on campus, you will prove your compliance with the rules. We will, NOT you, determine what place is discrete enough for an inspection. Understand?" She shook her head. Her nipples were standing erect in the warmth of the room. "Rule two. No hair on your cunt." "Rule three. When you arrive at the fraternity you will strip in the entry way and put on my basketball Jersey and the collar and leash which you will buy tomorrow at the pet store." Pushing his dominance he added, "No matter who is here, you will strip in the entry." "Rule four. Any of the men in this room,'"his hand swept through the air pointing towards the six other men in the room, "if they say ‘kneel' to you, you will stop whatever you are doing and drop to your knees and suck their cocks. If outside of this house, you will follow them to wherever they feel it is safe for you to blow them. You will, " he smiled, "be sure to swallow all they offer and thank them. They are not allowed to fuck you. Your cunt is mine. Understand." Tears were flowing down her face as she sobbed, but everyone in the room could smell the musky odor of her pussy and the wetness was obvious. She shook her head in agreement. "One last thing before I forgive you, Cum Slut. Guys get in the van." Frank headed towards the garage and passing the laundry area he grabbed a dirty smelly T-shirt one of the guys wore to practice. He threw it at her and followed his friends to the van. When she walked into the garage the sleeveless shirt hung past her thighs. The cut out arms displayed the sides of her tits and when she got into the van the smell of sweat and pussy filled the room. They drove to the seedier part of town and stopped at a tattoo parlor. Frank left for a few minutes and returned, sliding open the van door and telling his friends and her to come inside. Once inside they found the place empty, considering how late it was. The only person there was a bearded, painted man. Images and colors ran up his arms and across his chest. He wore a leather vest and faded jeans. If you looked up ‘Biker' in the dictionary, you'd expect to find his picture there. A smoke hung from his lip and he smiled when he viewed the girl. "So this is the Cum Slut?" he spoke to no one in particular. Frank told her to remove the shirt, which she did. Glad in a way to get away from the stink. The artist eyed the naked girl and told her to lie across his table. Rather than laying as one would expect he had her lie ninety degrees to the long end of the table. Her feet, still on the ground were tied to the table legs, forcing her legs apart. A strap was placed across her waist forcing her stomach and tits against the old leather of the table. Her arms were then tied to the other side of the table. She felt so vulnerable and exposed. She knew why she was here. Frank was going to mark her. Mark her as his property and she didn't care. She was in such a state that she would have allowed anything to happen. She heard Frank and the Biker whisper about what Frank wanted. After a few minutes she heard a chair being pulled up behind her and she knew this stranger was now sitting close behind her displayed ass and pussy. His hands rubbed her ass and she felt an alcohol wipe disinfecting the area on the top of her right ass cheek. Frank spoke loud enough for all to hear. "While Cum Slut gets her little gift, we may as well keep her occupied. Guys, line up and use her mouth. I want you all to fuck her mouth like the cunt it is. Even though she loves to eat cum I want you to pull out and cum on her slut face. Tell the boys it is ok." Strapped to the table with the prickly pain of the tattoo artist's needle working on her ass and the juice of her pussy dripping down her legs she wanted this as much as Frank. Somehow she felt she deserved this and her abasement fueled her excitement. "Please. Fuck my cunt mouth. Use my mouth, no it's not a mouth, it's my talking cunt. Use it and cum all over my face. Please." Soon cocks were out and the six frat brothers felt no remorse or embarrassment towards her any longer; they felt only lust and the need to release it. Sam said by the time his turn came up her face and hair were drenched in sweat and cum. He, like the others finished quickly and waited for her thank you. It took another twenty minutes to finish the job and she laid there while their discharge dripped from her face to the floor. When finished the artist called Frank over and the artist smiled when Frank thanked him for such a good job. He told him he could be paid or use her mouth. The Biker walked around to her face and unleashed his throbbing cock. As she sucked she felt a presence behind her and soon she felt Frank cock enter her sopping cunt. She came, then she came again and again. David looked at Sam and they both felt a bond, rather a kinship towards each other. Like kids sneaking peeks at dirty magazines they had entered an erotic alliance in the airport. As they ordered their last beer together Sam spoke. "I will tell you, she was something else. From that day forward until our junior year she was a college kid's wet dream. Anything Frank asked, she did. I have never had so many blowjobs in my life. Now," he smiled, "I get one on my birthday." "What happened to her?" asked David. "Well, she was suppose to come back our senior year and the story goes she met someone and got married. Lucky guy. Frank found out where she was and drove to see her on her wedding day. Somehow he sweet talked one of the bridesmaids to give her a note. She told her sister, I think it was, she needed to talk to Frank. That he was an old boyfriend she needed to say good bye to. Well I guess the sister snuck him into the room in the hall where she was waiting as the guests arrived." "And?" "And, he made her give him her panties. He then told me he had her kneel down in her wedding dress and suck him off. He told her he wanted her first kiss as a married woman to be laced with his cum." David could feel his cock harden even more. Lori had told him she removed her panties to surprise him when he removed her garter at the reception. Could it be. Was this girl really Lori? No wonder she never talked about her college days. He felt mad for a moment because they always prided themselves on their honesty. Oh well, technically this all happened before they made their vows. Even if it was her, which he doubted. How could she hide those desires all these years. He smiled to himself; at least it is a story he will always remember. "Well, Sam it was nice talking with you, " he winked, "you've given me something to fantasize about." "That's for sure. It has been years since I thought about her. You know, well you probably don't know, but Frank died . Yeah, it was, I think, it has to have been three years now. Car accident. Poor bastard died alone and in debt. I don't think there was four other people there besides me for the funeral." He sighed, "Not even the frat brothers. Oh, well what goes around, comes around, I guess." They started to announce the boarding for Sam's plane and as he was gathering up his bags he added, " I saw him the year before he died and it seems the bastard made an effort to see her, damn near every year. Usually on the wedding anniversary or close. He'd show up and fuck her." " He even told her to get her boobs done. They had started to sag after she had kids. Can you imagine this guy's arrogance? On her tenth anniversary he brought three friends and they gang banged her at her home while her husband was waiting at the restaurant." They shook hands and David stood there as Sam walked towards his gate. It couldn't be Lori. They promised to never lie to each other. No matter what! David tried to remember their tenth but nothing unusual came to mind. He knew it wasn't her but something was itching at him and he had to know. He ran after Sam and caught him at the gate. "Sam, the tattoo." Sam, looking annoyed and ready to travel kept walking towards the gate. "The tattoo. What did it look like? Do you remember?'" "I don't know, what's it matter. Thanks for the beers, " he waved his hand and then stopped and turned, "Oh, now I remember. It was a little red heart with the letters CS in the center. You know, for Cum Slut. Good bye." End of part 1. Any comments are welcome.