1 comments/ 111301 views/ 3 favorites Willing to Learn By: happy2bhubby A special thanks goes to redfoxxy1959, for her most helpful input on the story line, and actual writing of 'The Sexy Letter'. ************************** The Problem: Having been married for five short years, enjoying all of the attributes of marriage, including a fair amount of sex, Diane and Cal were almost the idyllic couple. Almost, except for one major bump in the road, that being, the accumulation of an inordinate amount of credit card debt, all due to the unbridled spending passions of Diane. Despite the fact, and possibly because of the fact, that Cal made a healthy income, and was fully able and willing to pay all of the household bills, Diane could not resist privately using her personal credit cards to buy endless numbers of bobbles and trinkets. Whereas Cal, admittedly being one willing to 'give the benefit of the doubt', had allowed his wife to get herself to this point of no return, before confronting and offering the following (his) solution to her predicament. ***************************** The Agreement: "Good morning Dear." Cal chimed pleasantly as Diane entered the kitchen. "Yeah, what's so good about it?" "Well for one thing, I have prepared you this delicious breakfast that includes bacon, eggs, cream-of-wheat, orange slices and some big fluffy pancakes. So grab yourself a cup of coffee and I'll serve you too, if you like?" "Humph." Diane exclaimed, interrupting and eyeing Cal suspiciously. "So why don't you just go ahead and tell me what it is, that you are trying so hard to 'butter me up for'?" Diane barked, not knowing just how close she was, to hitting the nail on the head, with her cheeky expression of skepticism. "You just relax, 'butter up your pancakes', enjoy your breakfast, and we can talk about whatever we need to talk about, after we have eaten." "Yep, just like I figured, you always have some lame ulterior motive, whenever you pretend to do anything nice!" Diane had always exhibited a rather pronounced mean streak, but Cal had come to understand that this was really just her way of dealing with difficult situations, and life's little stressors. Unfortunately, it was Diane's pert attitude that had really got her in hot water with her creditors to begin with, leaving her remaining balances to be subject to the highest interest rates and multitudes of penalty fees. "Forget it, I can't even eat now, you tell me what the #%&@# your talking about so I can get on with this lousy day." "I really wish you would eat and try to accept my generosity without all the fuss." "Generosity, is that what you call ruining my whole day?" "I assure you, I do not want to 'ruin your whole day', I just want for us to make some plans, and arrange for you to be able to take care of your current financial situation." "My financial situation is none of your business, and I wish that you would just keep your nose out of it." "Diane, I promised you that I would let you take care of all the bills and 'your' accounts, as long as you would not put us in jeopardy. But..!" Cal went on, interrupting Diane's attempt to cut in. "I can no longer ignore the phone calls and mounting debt that you have so inexpertly generated. Whether you believe it or not, your debt now threatens our ability to go on." "And what exactly do you mean by 'our ability to go on'?" Diane asked haughtily, struggling to maintain her composure and dignity. "What I mean by 'stability' is, if you want me to be able to support us and keep the things we now have, you are going to have to learn to live by my rules, or I will be forced to let you go." "Let me go? You wouldn't dare! I would sue you for everything and get plenty of alimony to boot and you know it!" Diane exclaimed with confidence. "Is that what you want?" "For the record, I do not want a divorce, I do want you to get out of debt, and I am willing to help you. If on the other hand, you are not willing to let me help you, 'my way', I will be forced to cut my losses, and pay; whatever the cost of divorce might be for me. I also believe that you would be better off, by allowing me to help you directly, instead of trying to get an attorney to force me to pay your credit card debt or whatever. So go ahead and check with an attorney if you want, but crunch your numbers carefully, because you could stand to do a lot worse than having to deal with me." "Deal with you huh, and what exactly do I have to do to 'deal with you'?" "Well first, like any good credit consolidation company would do, I must require you to surrender and destroy all of your credit cards and close the accounts and swear to not open any new accounts until your bad debt is paid, in full." Diane knew that her debt was pretty bad, but for lack of sufficient planning and budgeting, all she could be sure of, was that she definitely did not have the resources to even make her minimum payments. As far as getting an attorney and a divorce, she really didn't want to suffer the humiliation, and, wasn't sure if she would, as Cal had put it, be able to get enough support money from a divorce to pay her bills, and have enough left over for any kind of a decent living. "And that's it?" Diane continued indignantly. "Is that all I need to do for you to 'help me'?" "No hon, there are a few more rules; Like having a positive attitude, a desire for straightening up your act, and a willingness to do some special things to compensate me for digging you out of your debt." Given that Diane had always put up a coarse exterior in front of her husband, she had to admit that she had usually overdone it, and could probably do a little better job of trying to be hospitable. She was also aware of the fact that she had denied Cal of many sexual favors, and that her 'special compensations' in accordance with the arrangement he was proposing would most likely include some form of kink. Why not give it a try, she began to think; by simply allowing some sexual extravagances like, hand jobs, oral swallowing, and anal, she thought to herself, she could still be getting the better end of the stick, while letting Cal worry about all the bills. "I suppose you will require me to fuck you every day, won't you?" "No, that is silly, besides, its' not the quantity, but the quality, that I am interested in." "The quality?!" Diane barked. "I have always given you quality sex, I am certain that you can not get any more 'quality' from me, than you are already getting." "No, that is true darling you are correct, but I do have some special tricks for you to learn, and assignments for you to perform." "What kind of 'tricks' are you talking about and just how do you suppose it is, that I am suppose to learn them?" "So, do you agree to the arrangement, or not?" Cal asked poignantly, clearly indicating by the folding of arms, that he did not want to reveal any additional information about 'The Arrangement', until Diane had made some sort of decision." Diane groaned her capitulation, "I suppose." Cal acknowledged as he pulled out a folded up piece of notebook paper from his pocket. "Very well then." "What the heck is that?" "This my dear, is a contract." Cal explained calmly. "A contract, what in the world do you think I am gunna do, run away?" "Let's just say, I want to make our arrangement 100 percent clear." The contract that Cal presented to Diane, specified the exact amount of responsibility that each of them would presume; Cal would have total fiscal liability, while Diane would simply be obligated to obey Cal's wishes. Furthermore the contract stated that Diane would resume all financial responsibility for her indebtedness, if anytime before the debt was paid, she decided that she could no longer bear to obey the requests of her husband. Knowing that she really had nothing to lose by signing the agreement, Diane snagged the piece of paper and walked to the kitchen kiosk. Abruptly pulling a pen from the desk-set Diane scratched a wild signature and handed the signed contract back to her husband. Payback Time "There, now you worry about all the bills, and I'll be your stupid little sex slave. Tell me 'Master' what is your first wish?" Diane stated sarcastically, as she staunchly stood, with her hands on her hips. "OK, If you think your ready, I want you to go back to the bedroom, strip, and dress up in your black high heels, lacy black garter belt (No Panties), and shelf bra. When you are ready, come back to the kitchen and wait while I log in to my online meeting room, where there are several of my friends and a few strangers, who will be witnessing our initial cosigning and your acts of fulfillment towards our arrangement." "This is so dumb, you planned this whole thing out." Diane mumbled almost inaudibly, as she turned and stomped her way to the bedroom. "You just better be sure you know what you are doing, because I am not going to cover for you if you get either of us in trouble." When Diane returned to the kitchen, dressed as instructed and peeking around the corner, she could hear the voices of the internet group coming from the computer speakers. Apparently they were already talking about her, and were waiting for some kind of a 'show'. On their kitchen table Diane took note of the fly swatter, riding crop, a pair of her satin panties and a pink doggie collar attached to a short leash. The choppy sound of digitalized laughter echoed throughout the well lit kitchen and kiosk area, contrasting sharply with the pronounced look of dismay and disgust emanating from Diane. Yet she stood, waiting to be used, embarrassed, or otherwise instructed to perform some degrading act of humiliation, all for the unwarranted pleasure of her husbands perverted satisfaction. The Show "Now I would like for you to stand in front of the camera, and show my friends your pretty face and sexy little outfit." Cal spoke, finally taking notice of Diane's state of preparedness as she stood idly against the edge of the open doorway. On the computer screen, Diane saw 5 separate windows, each containing an individual participant in the online meeting. One of the participants, Bren, Diane recognized as Cal's ex-girlfriend and lover just prior to their marriage. There was also in attendance, Mike, Cal's so called best friend from work, two strangers, and to her amazement a woman she knew from church. Diane's mind was racing as she tried to think of some way to make Cal's little hidebound charade backfire, and thinking that maybe if she threw herself into the part and pretended to actually enjoy it, Cal would get jealous and put a stop to the befoul party. Ergo, Diane strutted confidently in front of the computer's camera and proceeded to boldly shake her boobs for her audience, then turning sideways she arched her back to accentuate her ass and breast, again jiggling and presenting. Next, she pirouetted, settling with her back to the camera, bending all the way over, grasping the spikes of her heels to pose and wiggle her butt like a target. "Gosh, I think she is enjoying this, what do you guys think?" One of the onlookers commented. "I think we should provide this little dancer with some music." Suggested one of the others. "Yes, yes." They chanted. "First I would like for all of you to witness Diane's signing of our agreement." Cal requested very formally, as he pulled a document from a manilla folder in the desk drawer below the computer. "I already signed that stupid thing!" Diane Barked. "If you meant it, when you signed it, you would not be talking to me like that! Now I would like for you to reaffirm you commitment to fulfill all of the details of our agreement, right her in front of our friends, by reading this agreement out loud, and signing it again, that is, if you want me to fulfill 'my part' of the obligation." Cal retreated to the living room and selected some classic danceable rock, while Diane stood and read and signed their agreement in front of the computer. When she had finished and turned to hand the signed contract back to Cal, she found Cal waiting with the pair of satin panties that had been sitting on the table, balled up and readied for her mouth. "There's your music sugar, now show our guests how much you like to dance." Cal said, as he shoved the satin panties into Diane's mouth. Diane garbled some inaudible complaint through her engorged mouth and turned once again to face her audience. Doing everything within in her power to overplay the situation, Diane began by hoisting up her leg to adjust the suspenders of her garter belt, then slapped her fanny, and began pointing her titties with her cupped hands, using her fingers to play with her nipples and clit, and even spreading her butt cheeks to show her asshole, crotch and cunt. Winking her eyes and wagging her head she temporarily removed the panties from her mouth to lick her lips, and blow a kiss towards the camera in time with the music. Without knowing exactly when it happened, Diane started to enjoy the sounds of hooting and hollering from her digital benefactors. Even when they started calling her names like slut wife, and nasty whore, their insults only fueled her desire to perform. All the while, Cal stood, watching with resolute satisfaction and dictatorship as his wife attempted to be her naughtiest. "Hey Cal, don't you think she might be enjoying this just a little bit too much?" Came one of the voices. "What do you think we should do to remedy the situation?" "Spanking!" Came the harmonious and synchronized cry, to a somewhat surprised Diane. "Yes, great idea. Here hold on to the arms of this (office chair) and point that fanny of yours towards the camera." Cal ordered succinctly. Diane moved into position and turned her nose up and snorted as if to say 'I can take anything you have to dish out'. Cal spanked Diane harshly with his bare hand, and pursued her as her body instinctively tried to move away, giving nice profile and angled views of her punishment, and jiggling titties. When his hand began to fatigue, Cal prolonged the exercise, by obtaining and instituting a fly-swatter to apply swift applications of punishment to Diane's already reddening hindquarters. Diane's titties bounced abruptly with each swack, as she bit down hard on the panty wad in her mouth, to hide and endure the pain. After a while her ass cheeks actually began to numb, and before long she found that she could once again act along the pretense of being in control, and resumed wiggling her derrière voluptuously. Naturally the spectators were apt enough to realize Diane's convolutions and reacted accordingly to suggest and admonish her wanton sluttiness. "Now honey, walk around a little bit and show everyone what a naughty girl gets to do in her spare time." Cal instructed as he picked up and installed the pink collar and leash around Diane's neck. Using her new manacle, Cal pulled Diane down on all fours and tugged at the leash, clearly indicating for her to heel. Leading in a tight circle around the kitchen floor, Cal began to train Diane to recognize and follow his subtle movements and instructions. After about five complete circles, Cal stopped and put his foot on the end of the leash and stepped on it, forcing Diane to lean her face close to the floor. Stabilizing himself Cal picked up the riding crop and ran it lightly over the surface of Diane's rump before making the first swat. Diane was a little startled by the initial sensation, and loud snap, when the instrument struck her upturned ass, but regained her composer quickly enough to control her moans and muffled screams while her punishment ensued. With her ass nicely reddened, Cal lifted on the leash instructing Diane to return to her feet and walk around. In her present condition Diane was truly acting a little more humble, and walked calmly but seductively with her collar and leash easily restricting her movements while her heels lifted and presented each of her butt cheeks in turn. Naturally the onlookers made suggestive comments as she strutted before them with her newly acquired submissive style. "Now I would like for you to sit and write a letter, requesting for each of our friends here, to describe what each of them would do to you, if you were their girlfriend or wife, or lover. The recipients all jeered and made suggestions as Diane typed upon the computer keyboard which posted her script on a whiteboard for all to see and redline. After Diane had finished writing her letter, Cal had Diane stand up and pulled her leash tight so that her body arched backward pushing her breasts almost completely out of the tiny black lace shelf bra. Cal wrapped the remaining tether around her body trapping her arms to her side, providing a handle for him to hold while he unzipped his pants and guided his cock to fuck her doggie style. Diane fought somewhat and made a great deal of noise through her panty gagged mouth, as Cal pulled her hair back to the point that she was looking up at the ceiling while he satisfied himself fucking her roughly and calling her raunchy names. Having finished the first milestone of their new arrangement, Cal bid adieu to their online friends, but not without promising them another chance to watch Diane perform for them in the near future. "So is that it, you want the world to watch me submit to you abusing me sexually?" Diane inquired after she had removed the gag from her mouth. "No, no, no, there will be much more for you to do. This is just the beginning. What I am looking for is a total change in your overall attitude about me and my friends. For instance, I don't remember saying it was OK for you to remove those panties from your mouth." "So are we done for today, or is there something else you want me to do before I go get some groceries. We are running low on a few items and I would like to get them today." Diane asked rather politely before shoving her panties back into her mouth. "Well we can be done, and you can go get some groceries, but, I want you to write one more letter for me as soon as you get a chance." "Yes master." Diane replied, "What kind of a naughty little letter would you like me to write for you?" "The letter is not for me, it is especially for Bren. You know how you have been cold and distant with her, well, I would like for you to write a make-up letter to her." "Are you serious, I think that woman would steal you from me in a minute if she had half a chance, and I know you have never really forgot her, or the sex you guys used to have when you lived with her." "Yes but you also know that she is a wonderful person and would go out of her way to help us in any way she could." "So what is it that you want me to say in this 'letter' of mine?" Cal proceeded to tell Diane how she must start out by explaining how thankful she is for the help that Bren has offered and provided, listing some specifics. Next she must apologize and admit to being jealous of Bren's beauty and charm, specifically detailing the same, identifying her many sexy attributes. Finally she must also admit that she has been less than cooperative in bed, and that she would really like for Bren to help her become a better lover, by showing her how to perform certain sexual acts, like fellatio, and anal sex, as well as how to use a dildo properly. Cal also instructed Diane to mention that it is OK if she needs to use him, or strangers, to demonstrate certain techniques, and that it's OK if he and Bren need time together to 'plan' or whatever. "You are really asking a lot you know, I can only try to do this for you I can't promise anything for sure." "Just let me know when you have got a rough draft ready and we'll take it from there." It took three days for Diane to gather the strength and courage to follow through with her promise to write a letter to Bren, but after she finished writing it, she felt quite relieved and happy that she was able to but together such a wonderful combination of apology and invitation. Willing to Learn Ch. 02 Prologue: Diane has positioned herself in a very awkward situation. Due to her financial indiscretions and their resulting insurmountable debt, she has found herself being forced to live a life, subject to, her husbands cruel domination and sadistic desires. Previously, her husband, Cal, had exposed and humiliated her in front of an internet community of friends and associates, and now she is being required to sequester the assistance of one of Cal's previous girlfriends, Bren, to instruct her in the art of sexual submission and unnatural carnal behavior. * * * * * Getting Started Bren was not too surprised when she received the letter from Diane requesting for sexual guidance. She had known for a long time, due to Cal's frequent cues, that Diane was a little naive about sex and certain sexual acts. Back when she and Cal were dating, Bren was careful and diligent in providing Cal with enough kinky satisfaction that it was inevitable that he would always look to her for just this type of advice. Bren had also attended the internet meeting where Diane publicly signed her agreement with Cal to become his servant and obey his every wish. When Cal had proceeded to roughly fuck his lovely wife right in front of everybody, she had almost felt sorry for Diane, but at the same time she was strangely jealous, and couldn't be sure if Diane might actually be enjoying it, or if she was just doing a real good job of pretending to succumb to Cal's little arrangement. . The truth be told Bren was more than a little jealous of Diane, and would love to take part in teaching her a quick lesson in how to be a slut wife. What a sweet privilege she had been granted, to be able to plan out a strategy of instruction, were her maybe not so ex-boyfriend, could be used as an instructional aid in demonstrating the finer points of fellatio, cunnilingus, and the whole gamut of unnatural sexual activities. Diane had always acted a little snotty about her and Cal's friendship, and this was the perfect opportunity to show her what a large mistake she had made. Though Bren had never acted out on any fantasies of having sex with another woman, and had actually considered such to be 'an abomination', she was starting to think that this might be an opportunity to explore something new for herself as well, without the guilt. "Oh yeah," Bren exclaimed out loud "Diane is going get to witness her husband being driven to the point of ecstasy and then be fully repaid by getting to clean up the mess." Bren's mind whirled as she began to piece together a plan of instruction and domination. She could wait no longer to start packing a bag and making a list of all the articles that might work to contribute to the indoctrination and training of her subservient little sex slave student. Willing to Learn Ch. 02 "AAAAAARRRRGHHHHAAAA!" Cal erupted in an animalistic growl. "Um uh, I thought you told me not to do that?" Diane asked in desperation. Slowly pulling off the hyper extended Cock, with a look of scorn, Bren sharply corrected Diane. "No, I think I told you to always refer to me as Mistress Teacher, young lady." And as Diane's mouth hung open momentarily, Bren snatched up her panties from the bed and stuffed them in. "Now, are you going to do as you are told, or not?" "Yehsh, hiskresh heachker." Diane mumbled from behind the soiled wad of used panties. "Good; now here are a few more things that you really shouldn't do or try on your own, at least until you have gained a little more experience." Bren used Cal to bawdily demonstrate how let a man put both of his hands on the back of her head, and allow him to roughly face fuck her. Pausing momentarily, to reposition herself with her mouth fixed open in front of his throbbing Cock, Bren would prevent Cal from cumming and allow Diane a nice view, before permitting Cal to resume his frantic fucking of her mouth-cunt. Eventually Cal was driving his full erection into Bren's throat, to the point where Diane could actually see the head of his Cock expanding in Bren's neck. "AAAAAARRRRGHHHHAAAA!" Cal repeated in ecstasy. Diane watched in awe, with Bren's cunt juice drenched panties dangling from her mouth, as her husband rape-fucked his ex-girlfriend's drooling and receptive mouth. She had to admit that she was impressed with the way that Bren could prolong and endure the raunchy assault on her mouth and throat. At one point it almost appeared as though Diane was in pain, when Cal stood up and reached down to abusively pull Bren's hair back, forcing her to torturously arch her head, so that her entire body lined up with his rigid Penis. But when she started to move to pull Cal's hands off of Bren, she was met with a sternly upturned palm from Bren. Slowly and slurpily Bren backed off of Cal's still erect Cock. "OK, I suppose you should be given the chance to fully understand this business, even if you are not ready to perform it." Bren said, calling Diane to come closer. "When I indicate I am ready for you, I want you to give me your hands and carefully follow my lead, understand?" "Yehsh, hiskresh heachker." Diane muffle-mumbled obediently. Bren proceeded to reposition and prepare herself in front of Diane's husband's Cock with her mouth open, and her tongue licking and flicking catlike, on the very tip. Then reaching behind his butt to forcefully and expeditiously pull and drive his Prick into the depths of her throat, Bren swallowed him whole, before waving for Diane to approach, and with Cal wriggling, wreathing, and uncontrollably humping, Bren took Diane's hands and laid them on her Cock swollen throat. Cal helped to maintain the demonstration's veracity by grasping Bren about the waist, and thrusting his hips fully forward while arching the remainder of his body backward. Diane began to sense and explore the external physiognomy of Bren's neck, noting and manipulating with her fingertips, the bulging knot that goaded ever deeper into it's receptacle. Then, just as Bren had hoped, Cal's massive, pulsating, Cock, exploded with a torrent of pent up semen. The spontaneous burst of Cal's spunk being pumped furiously into the recesses of Bren's throat was clearly evident to Diane's delicate fingertips. Understanding what had happened, Diane could not resist the opportunity to continue massaging Bren's neck, as she felt her gulp for air and swallow the cum that was shooting from the tip of her own husband's penis. Eventually Cal collapsed back on the bed while Bren continued to tenderly munch and lick on his spent Cock and Scrotum. "Do you see what I mean about not doing certain things unless you are ready to finish the job? Bren inquired of Diane, as she used her fingers to extract the wad of wet panties from Diane's mouth and fanned them out before putting them back on. "Yes, Mistress, Teacher." Diane quibbled, stretching her mouth and tongue. "Now while Cal is recovering, I would like for you to practice using your toys on yourself. Start with that stubby little pink one with the heart shaped head on it, and work your way up to the larger ones, until Cal and I come back from a short break. You should be at least a little bit horny by now, and shouldn't have any trouble taking care of yourself for a moment, but don't get carried away just yet, understand?" Diane felt somewhat odd being left alone, after witnessing her husband get what looked like the blow-job of a lifetime from his ex-girlfriend, but after they were gone, it was actually a relief to be able to vent a little bit of her pent up frustration. Diane also could not help reliving the last few moments of visual debauchery, as she plunged her sopping wet Pussy with each of the available dildos. Having left the bedroom door open, Diane could still hear the other two laughing and talking though, and the neglect was preventing her from being able to fully satisfy herself. She truly felt alone and wished desperately that she could have a 'partner' to share a climax with. It had been about fifteen minutes since Bren and Cal had left, and when they returned, they found Diane doing a good job of holding one rather large vibrating dildo submerged into her Pussy, while working a smaller second one into her butt hole. "Good style young lady, I hope you still have enough energy to stay alert for your next lesson!" Startled, Diane attempted to cover herself and pull the huge slippery dildo from her tormented Pussy. "Yes, um uh, Mistress Teacher, um, I am ready for another lesson, please!" "Look honey don't pull that nasty thing out, and get everything all messy, just turn it down a little bit so I can hear myself think, and leave it right where it is." "Your next lesson will be the real McCoy, 'How To Get Fucked, Properly!" Bren continued. "And the first thing I will need for you to do for me, is prepare my Pussy." Bren crawled up on the bed next to Diane, and fluffed up two or three big pillows and laid back on them. Removing her panties and beckoning Diane, who appeared to be in a state of shock, Bren indicated clearly that she wanted Diane to address her cunt. Meanwhile, Cal had reclined in the big red velvet chair, putting his feet up on the edge of the bed, and watched intently as Bren started to teach his wife another lesson. "Yes darling, I want you to lick my cunt and prep me to get fucked so that I can show you how your husband really needs to be treated. Now lick, sweetheart!" Bren used her index and middle finger to carefully open and present her pussy for Diane, while Diane moved slowly into position. The large purple dildo protruding from Diane's backside, hummed quietly, as she leaned forward and down towards the object of her husband's desire. Closing her eyes she dove in, eating and licking the cleavages and crevasses of Bren's love hole. She had never eaten pussy before and was quite surprised at the sweet taste and sexy fragrance it provided her. This too was her first chance to not only share sexual pleasure, but to maybe stir some jealousy from her aggrandizing husband. But just as she thought that she might actually be able to bring Bren to a full fledged orgasm, Bren stopped her. "Very good, you sweet little slut, you like eating Pussy, don't you?" "Yes Mistress Teacher!" Diane replied as sultry as she knew how. "Well I wish I could let you continue, but we have a lesson to learn here and we don't want to get sidetracked, now do we?" "No Mistress Teacher." " OK, now help Cal get this show on the road, and then lay down here next to me. I want you to watch carefully as I show you how your husband likes to Fuck! If you want you can use that little toy while you watch, otherwise I want you to keep quite, OK" Diane backed away as Cal eased into position, letting her guide and wiggle his fully erect prick into Bren's dripping wet Cunt. Cal promptly began to Fuck Bren, driving his Cock deep and holding it in, forcefully, causing Bren to whimper and moan. Pausing momentarily, when Diane attempted a sympathetic moan, Cal reached over and picked up Bren's discarded panties and shoved them back in to his wife's open mouth. Cal's thrusts progressed to a full trot as he hammered Bren like a horse, and he would have finished what he had started if Bren did not motion to him that there was another drill to accomplish. Allowing Cal to extract himself, Bren rolled herself over and hiked her ass up. "Diane, you know how you did such a good job eating my pussy? I would like you to apply yourself likewise to prepping my ass for your husband to fuck as well." Diane could not believe what she was seeing, and hearing, there she was masturbating herself, while her husband was boinking his ex-girlfriend and now she was supposed to eat her ass to boot! What was even harder to believe was that she actually found Bren's ass to appear very appetizing and that she was profoundly eager to do just what she had been told to do. So without further hesitation, Diane pulled the soggy panties from her mouth, and got up and crawled over, and lowered her face between Bren's ass cheeks, and began to lick and slobber on her entire crotch. When Bren reached back and used her own hands to spread her ass cheeks wide, Diane stiffened her tongue, and worked it directly into Bren's anus thrusting it like a tiny penis. Sensing that Bren liked this the most, Diane continued Face Fucking her ass for as long as Bren could stand. "You are good honey, but I am afraid that the class must continue, so if you would be so kind as to apply a generous amount of K-Y jelly to your husbands cock, it would be greatly appreciated. Of course you know what he is going to do, don't you?" "Yes Mistress Teacher." Diane replied happily as she enjoyed, once again, getting to touch her husbands Penis. She also couldn't resist the opportunity to quickly lick her husbands Cunt Juice Covered Cock, before applying the K-Y jelly. Making sure that he was thoroughly lubricated, Diane proceeded to guide her husband's Dick towards Bren's anal groove, and then laid down, and wiggled her way underneath Bren's upturned butt for a directview of her anal assau.t. "Now, I will show you a couple more things that you really shouldn't try to do unless you know exactly what you are doing." Bren flung her hair back, brushing it against Cal's hands that were caressing and tugging on her shoulders. Cal, picking up on her lead, grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly pulled it back, arching her head up and allowing him to drive his Cock to the hilt, riding her like a wild stallion. "Sug-g-ger ple-e-eaz spa-a-ank Ca-a-al f-f-for me hu-u-u-un-n-n!" Bren stammered and shuddered as she was assailed by Cal's violent sex. Understanding, Diane began spanking Cal as he Ass Fucked his ex-girlfriend's Butt. And knowing that it was the right thing to do, Diane reached up and alternatly carressed Bren's Pussy and squeezed Cal's Balls. Then, while licking her husband's scrotum and Bren's dripping Pussy, Cal climaxed, shooting his cum deep inside Bren's Butt. Diane obligingly stuck her middle finger into Cal's anus, and like a pro, worked with his rectum and scrotum to maximize his release all the while gobbling up the flood of juices dripping down from Bren's raptured crotch. "Well sweety you are a fast learner, I will have to move you up to the advanced class!" Bren kidded as she and Cal collapsed and separated. "But if you would just do one more thing for us, I would like for you to clean us up a little bit,,, with your tongue." Diane wasted no time applying her tongue, like a sponge to absorb and swallow the seeping juices coming from both Cal's and Bren's genitalia. Alternately lapping and licking, she was able to stir quivers and spasms that simulated actual orgasms and produced a bountiful supply of juices, which she hungrily drank and swallowed. "Gosh hun, I must admit you really have put your heart in to satisfying the requirements of our agreement and I want you to know I do appreciate your effort." Cal finally said. "Well if you really did appreciate me that much, you would have left room for me to get some satisfaction out of all of this humiliation. I have really tried to do my best here and all I have are these lifeless dildos to make me happy." "Oh, but I have left room for you hun, check it out, you have a whole bunch of admirers here to get off with!" And with that, Cal pulled back the curtain on the hutch that faced the bed, to reveal the digital video camera that was unequivocally and unwaveringly pointed straight at the bed. "So what I would like for you to do now is to use your little toys to get yourself off while our friends watch! Think of them as your bedroom buddies, because you will probably be getting a chance to perform for these folks on a fairly regular schedule." Diane was almost in tears as her husband and his ex-girlfriend gathered their clothes and stepped out of the room, leaving her once again, only knowing now that she was never really alone, but was constantly being spied upon by a bunch of strangers who had been permitted to witness her complete humiliation. As their voices faded into the distance, Diane slowly reached toward her aching pussy to touch and feel and increase the sensations being delivered by the toy cock, that was still buried in her Cunt. "So how much did you charge those guys to watch that little show darling?" Bren asked as she pulled her clothes back in to place. "It was $200 each for the live show, and $65 each for an original copy of the digital video." "Very nice sweety, just let me know if you want any more of my help, that little Pussy Eating wife of yours is a regular slut. I would just love to use her some more, you know she almost made me cum!" Cal saw Bren to the door and thanked her once more, planting a deep kiss on her mouth and patting her ass tenderly. Then returning to the bedroom, Cal sat and watched his wife as she finished bringing herself to a crowning climax, with a rapture that shook the entire bed, and was sure to have provided the ultimate in entertainment for the crowd of internet onlookers behind the digital camera. "Bravo, young lady, you are indeed a wonderful student and slut. Your Mistress Teacher has given you the highest marks possible and would like to come back to give you additional training. Would you like that?" "Yes, I guess so." Diane stammered, as she feebly attempted to cover herself. "OK then, what I would like for you to do is write a new letter to Bren. I would like for you to thank her thoroughly, for teaching you, and satisfying me. I would like for you to also tell her how much you enjoyed eating her pussy and ass, and that you would like more. I would also like for you to invite her to bring in additional recruits that she could use to further your education and show her and me that you are actually learning something. * * * * * Epilogue: In the next episode, Bren will bring two Rough Riding recruits, that will take Diane to the brink of sanity. Their sex will be somewhat violent, yet sexy and satisfying for all. Willing to Learn Ch. 03 Prologue: The debt reconciliation plan that Diane's husband had worked out for her had so far been fairly humiliating but bearable. Now, after having watched Cal cum in Bren's (Cal's ex-girlfriend's) mouth and butt, and cleaning them both up with her tongue, Diane was being required to write a letter of thanks to Bren for demonstrating the proper techniques needed to be used to satisfy her husband's sexual needs. Still, Diane felt it was well worth it, considering the impossible debt that her husband was assuming for her. It was also OK that he wanted her to request additional training because she had actually learned a lot about what to do and not to do to be a good slut wife. ********************************** ------------------------------------------------- Dear Bren / Mistress Teacher Thank you so much for showing me how to properly and effectively take care of my husband's cock, and making me lick your pussy and bottom after he fucked and cummed in you. Your pussy is the first pussy I have ever eaten and I have to admit that it actually tasted very delicious, especially when it was covered and dripping with my husband's sperm. I also enjoyed licking your butt hole and will do it again if you would like me to? Anyway, more to the point, I would like to request additional slut training. I have been practicing how you showed me how to jack off and suck Cal's cock, and I feel that I am ready for more Mistress Teacher Training. I am still having a little trouble with anal sex because I get scared when Cal presses his hard cock against my ass hole and I tighten up and he cannot get it in. I wish I could learn to relax and let him ram my butt and pull my hair, like he did when he was fucking you. It was so sexy when he was doing you that way and you made him cum in there! Please help me to learn how to do this and I will be forever grateful. Sincerely Diane --------------------------------------------------- After reviewing the letter and giving it his stamp of approval, Cal instructed Diane to include the picture he had of Diane crying in embarrassment and pain as Cal attempted, unsuccessfully, to ease his Giant Cock into Diane's Butt. Again Diane thought it cruel and humiliating but well worth it considering her alternatives, so she assimilated the letter and photo in an e-mail and forwarded the package to Bren without any further complaint. Bren laughed hysterically upon reading Diane's message. Everything was working out to perfection; she had got to have sex with her favorite man, right in front of his little wifey, and now his wife was begging her for more! "That little Slut Wife is really gunna learn her lesson this time!" Bren murmured under her breath. Bren's mind had been anything but idle since the day she had initiated Diane's training, and now she was ready to apply the consummating conclusion in providing Diane with a lesson in passion that neither her, nor Cal, would soon forget. Indeed, Bren only hoped that this next session with Diane would transform her into the despotic whore that Cal genuinely wanted her to be. And so, making a single phone call, Bren set the wheels in motion. Ring--Ring--Ring "Hello?" A voice on the other end of the phone growled. "Hey Steve, how's it hangin?" Bren greeted inquisitively. "Bren! Hey there woman, you know perfectly well 'how it's hangin,' big and fat and just for you! "Mmmmm, You know just how to say what a girl needs to hear!" "Thanks Hun." Steve's voice softened as he continued, "Is there something you need little darlin?" "Well, do you remember me telling you about that chick, Diane, whose husband was going to try to use her to make money?" "Sure do, you said you were gunna 'Break her in and show her what it meant to be a Slut Wife.' How's she doing?" "Well she's trying, but she really needs to be shown the ropes and given the full treatment. If you know What I mean?" "If you are saying that you would like to recruit my assistance, no problem, I will do whatever you would like to support your training of the little Wifey!" "Actually, I would like you and one of your buddies to help me if it's not asking too much?" "Sure darlin, I'll bring 4 or five guys if you want?" "OK Steve if you and one of your buds will come over to my place, I'll fill you guys in on all the details." "You want us to come over tonight then?" "Tonight would be great! See you when you get here!" Two weeks later Bren, Steve and his friend named Zack were ready to provide Diane with the sex lesson of a lifetime. Diane had been instructed to be prepared to receive and entertain the two guests and her Mistress Teacher on Friday evening at 8:00 sharp. She had also been instructed to be clad only in black stiletto heels, a black garter belt, a black shelf bra and a sheer 'very sheer' peek-a-boo gown. Cal had also been informed that Diane would be receiving guests and that he should be prepared to spend most of the evening with Bren. Knock--Knock--Knock Bren sounded on the door. Diane opened the door just enough to see for sure who it was, and then smiled warmly looking deep into Bren's eyes as she swung the door wide for her guests. Diane still clung to the idea that Bren was somehow going to turn the tables on Cal, and that by her bringing the other men she could spark an element of jealousy in him that would make the whole ordeal at least a little more bearable. Diane proceeded to strut around the group, maintaining her composure and trying to capture as much attention as possible. The male guests were clearly eyeing her sexy outfit and luscious nipples that protruded from the top of her shelf bra and appeared visibly through her sheer gown. Cal emerged from the kitchen carrying a six-pack of Heineken and offered each his own, as Bren made introductions while they shook hands and popped their tops. "Cal, I would like you to meet my assistants Steve and Zack, who will be providing the majority of Diane's training this evening. I know they are very qualified, based on my own experience, and I'm sure that Diane will learn a great deal from them, if she will not ask any questions but just do as they tell her." "Did you hear that sweetheart? You are to treat these two men just as you treated Bren during your last session, simply do as you are told and learn as much as you can from these fine men." "Yes Dear." Came Diane's pert response as she sexily attempted to cover her nipples while massaging them in a circular motion with the palms of her hands. "You will refer to your male instructors as Master Steven and Master Zackary for the rest of the night, and I would like for you to begin by walking around in a circular motion for all of us to observe you until we are ready to start your formal training." Diane took advantage of the opportunity to impress her guests by strutting heartily and letting her titties bounce prominently as she obeyed her orders from Bren. Bren also took advantage of the situation by openly groping Cal's crotch to find his cock rising to the occasion. "Diane looks stunning tonight doesn't she Cal?" Bren inquired of Cal. "She actually looks to me like she might be enjoying herself a little too much. I hope your friends here will be able to put her in her rightful place, and wipe that little smirk, I see, off her face." Cal said disapprovingly as Diane continued her strutting. Then as if in response to Cal's comments, Diane walked, rather boldly, up to Steve and groped his crotch while asking, "Yes Dear, I hope that Master Steven will be teaching me how to take his cock in my Bottom?" Diane then turned again and strutted away, wiggling her ass as much as possible, while continuing to walk around the perimeter of the living room. "Don't you worry about a thing there buddy, your little wife will be begging for mercy, and changed for ever by the time the night is over." Steve said reassuringly to Cal. "All right then fellas, get it on and bang a gong I guess, Bren and I will just wait in the kitchen, until you need us, or more beer, or whatever. Just Let us know if you need anything." Cal could not understand how or why, but he was starting to feel just a little bit anxious about everything at this point, maybe it was because the whole thing had been his idea from the beginning. Somehow though, he was feeling a loss, and almost felt himself start to call the whole thing off. Thank God Bren was there to help him feel like he was still at least a little bit in charge. It was also comforting to know that he had set up the hidden camera, and that anything that went on in the bedroom would be digitally captured for him to view from the kitchen monitor and review after everyone had left. "We should have everything we need right here." Zack said, as he patted on the heavy duffle bag he held dangling from his strong right hand. "We could probably use a refresher on beer and will be ready to show you our progress with Diane in about 30 minutes." Steve summized as he looked at his watch and gave Zack an agreeing thumbs up. Bren took Cal's hand and led him quietly back towards the kitchen as the two men took one each of Diane's hands, and led her towards the bedroom. Bren continued to rub and pet on Cal, reassuring him that everything would work out for the best for him and Diane and that he need not worry. Cal naturally accepted Bren's comforting words and allowed her to nuzzle his head in her bosom. "Let's have a little lunch to tide us over until they are ready for us." Bren suggested. "Sounds like a good idea to me baby!" Cal exclaimed as he pulled away from her chest, sniffling a little, and wiping a tear from his eye. Cal went out on the deck and fired up the gas grill, and tried to push the idea of his lovely wife being trained by two hunky men, as far from his mind as possible. He had bought five fresh steaks and marinated them overnight, just for the occasion. Cal couldn't wait to get the delicious smell of char grilled steak into the air. Knowing that the trio in the bedroom would not be ready to eat for a while and knowing that it would be a long day, Cal put just two of the steaks on the grill. Bren turned on the radio and turned it up nice and loud, adding an arousing atmosphere and perfect cover (for the loud and unrefined noises coming from the bedroom). Bren did an excellent job of distracting Cal, by rubbing his shoulders, and pressing her big boobies against his back whenever he would flinch from the violent sounds that occasionally rose above the roaring Rock and Roll music. Bren also made it a point to see that Cal was sporting at least a semi hard on, indicating his true feelings about what was most likely happening to his wife. "Do you have any idea what type of lesson those men are teaching Diane?" Cal finally asked. "And do you think we should monitor what is happening on the computer?" "Um, Well, I think they are giving her something called 'The Full Treatment,' at least that is what Steve told me they were going to go for. I hope we haven't gone too far? But, although it is tempting to watch, I think it would be more fun to just wait and let it be a surprise when we get to see their success with her, when they call us in. That is, if you can handle the wait while we eat our steaks?" (Bren licked her lips and eyed Cal's bulging crotch) "As long as we get the desired results, I don't think it will hurt, even if they do go a little over the top. Diane is a pretty tough woman and should be able to handle just about anything they can dish out." Cal reasoned. The timing couldn't have been more perfect; Bren and Cal had spent the last 45 minutes enjoying their salad and steak lunch, and were just getting ready for desert, when they heard Steve calling for them to come to the bedroom. "Oh Caaall, come and see your lovely bride, she is all dressed up and ready for you to view!" Steve spurted from the half cracked bedroom door. Cal quickly grabbed another six pack of Heineken, and Bren, as they headed towards the bedroom. The view was spectacular; Diane was crouched on her knees on a settee at the foot of their bed. Her elbows were tied tightly together, behind her back, while her wrists were tied with a rope that circled her Breasts and pulled her hands towards one another, thus forcing and pinning the palms of her hands to rest on top of her titties. The pretty, sheer gown, had been split, and each half had been wrapped around her neck, in opposite circular directions, and pulled back to form a crude harness. Zack was positioned directly in front of Diane with his massive cock standing on end, just inches from her open mouth, as he lifted vertically, and held firmly, to the sheer material wrapped around her neck. When Diane momentarily turned her head towards Cal, he could see that her bottom lip was swollen and her cheeks were distinctly reddened as if they had been slapped. Her makeup was roughly smeared across her face, and if he wasn't mistaken, she had what looked like a black eye forming on the right side The only other article of clothing that remained was her high heels that clung tightly to her bare feet as they pointed backward, like a frame, outlining her large round and vulnerably prone, bare bottom. "Actually, it has been a little rough and we still have not been able to get Diane's bottom loose enough for anything to get in it. What we would like, is for you to join us in this final task where we will have to use some tricks to get her to loosen up just a little bit more." "Whatever you need?" Cal said obligingly as he handed each of the men a fresh beer. "OK then, what we will need, is for you to provide your sperm to be applied to Diane's bottom. Do you think you could do that, I mean, could you lubricate Diane's little poopy hole with your cum?" "Sure, I can do that, I would love to do that!" Cal happily exclaimed. Cal dropped his pants immediately and began stroking his cock. Bren naturally stepped up to help and fell to her knees, offering to suck him, as Cal strained eagerly to reach a climax. Within moments Cal pulled his penis from Bren's hungry mouth, and ejaculated directly on Diane's tight little ass hole. All-the-while, Zack expertly kept his own cock just out of Diane's reach, restricting her fulfillment, as she strained to lick and flick it's massive head with her tongue. Steve moved quickly into place, and used his giant cock to scoop the sperm running down Diane's crotch. Then, applying more than a little pressure, he attempted, unsuccessfully, to push himself into Diane's butt. When Zack saw that Steve was still struggling to enter Diane's ass he used his free hand to slap Diane hard across the face and then pointed his Cock straight at Diane's open mouth while nodding to her, indicating that if she would cooperate she could have her lollipop. Diane hesitated for just a second, recovering from her slap and then murmured a subtle protest before simultaneously leaning down and bearing rearward, wiggling her ass to accept its prodding intruder. "That's it baby, let me in there." Steve said as he retreated to dip the head of his cock back into the pool of sperm on Diane's butt. As the head of his swollen cock entered her, she reared up and began to howl, but just as quickly, Zack powerfully stuffed his cock into her mouth, effectively squelching her persistent shrieks of fear and pain. Slowly, as Cal and Bren watched spellbound, Diane began to regain her composure. When she finally seamed to be perfectly comfortable, Steve took hold of the sheer gown and the rope tied between her elbows and used them, as leverage, to fully embed himself into Diane's bottom. And once again, Zack used his engorged cock to muffle her screams and cries, as Steve pounded her from behind. Stopping for just a moment, Steve inquired of Diane. "Are you having any fun there little lady?" "Ughmph!" Came Diane's gagged response as she 'positively' rocked her head on Zack's Cock, which was inextricably buried in the back of her throat. "Very good, we'll take it from here you two. Thank you for your help." Steve said politely as he excused Cal and Bren from the bedroom. As Cal and Bren left and shut the door behind them, the sound of Diane's ass being vigorously slapped and her reciprocating muffled screams resumed. "Wow, those guys are good! I don't know if I could have ever made that happen." Cal commended Bren. "You are welcome darling, but I am a little upset about something." "What, what are you upset about sugar?" "Well, I thought that you might express your thanks to me by giving me a nice little fucking, but now that you are spent, I guess I'm not gunna get anything." "Well, I have worked up an appetite and if you would like me to have you for dessert; I could do that?" Cal gently lifted Bren up, while she lifted her skirt, and placed her on the kitchen table. Cal spent the next 20 minutes licking her sopping wet pussy and bringing her to multiple climaxes. "Oh, that feels so good Cal, did you like watching your wife get ass and face fucked by my friends?" Pausing from his pussy dish, Cal replied, "I am going to like all the money I'm gunna make selling that video, that is what I am liking!" Bren came hard, thrusting her hips into Cal's face as she mumbled vulgarities about how his wife was now a full blown slut, and cock craving whore. Again with perfect timing, Steve called for the pair to return. "Hey you guys, time for the best part, come on and join us all in the bathroom! Oh, and bring a bar stool." Cal and Diane's bathroom was quite nice, with sand colored tile covering the floor and half the wall of the walk in shower: Plenty of room for five or more people at a time. Diane's cum covered body was positioned in the center of the shower floor, squatting on an empty beer bottle that was installed in her anus and protruding, like a tiny stool, from underneath her bottom. Her arms and hands were yet bound, and she moaned quietly and contented as she used her restricted hands to massage sprinkled droplets of sperm into her breasts. "Wow, you guys have really done a nice job here!" "Yes Cal, your wife is now an irreversibly and forever changed woman! She will probably begin to crave many a cock, in search of rediscovering the heights of sexual pleasure she has enjoyed today, and you will need to help provide her with what she needs or she may actually start entertaining thoughts of leaving." "Nothing to worry about there, she owes too much cashola to just disappear or think about divorce, and I have plans to use this little transformation to compensate me well for my troubles." "Anyway Cal, I thought that you would enjoy helping us give Diane a little shower before we go?" Steve continued. "OK, but hold on a second." Cal Said, as he quickly retrieved their backup VCR camera and tripod and set it up at the edge of the walk in shower, where it could capture the foul events that were about to occur. As soon as the camera was set up, Cal took his position between the two men, and put his finger under Diane's jaw, lifting her eyes to his. Understanding her obligation, Diane opened her mouth and extended her tongue just as the three men began to simultaneously Pee. Steve and Zack splashed their pee against Diane's entire body; starting with her breasts and hands, and working their way down to her cunt, they doused and washed their urine against Diane's sticky, cum encrusted torso. Cal directed his pee straight onto Diane's tongue and into her mouth, periodically letting the stream of hot fluid splatter against her face. Diane was obviously a changed woman, and took her Golden Shower without a flinch, gargling, swallowing, rotating, and posturing, so as to captured the flowing river of beer laden pee that washed over her. Willing to Learn Ch. 03 Bren took advantage of the situation, and opportunity to enhance the occasion, by moving to the VCR and guiding its view of streams of pee that struck and bespattered Diane's corrupted tongue and tits and pussy. Then, much to her delight, when the men had finished their desecration of Diane, they placed the barstool front and center, before the Wanton Slut and called for Bren to follow their example. Happily and giggling gleefully, Bren climbed the barstool and lifted her skirt to reveal her pantyless bald pussy. It took a little work to get her position just right, and the men had to scoot Diane to where she needed to be, but before long, Bren was doing what she longed to do. Diane, in her complete state of submission, put up no objection to the spraying fountain of female pee, and good-naturedly advanced on the steady stream until she was sucking and licking the hot liquid directly from Bren's clitoris. "Oh that is nice, you little tramp, suck My cunt!" Bren ordered, as she forced Diane's face into her orgasming crotch. "God I need some cock!" Waiting for Diane to finish licking and slurping the last few remaining drops of juice from between Bren's legs, the men lifted Bren from her throne and turned the shower on, to clean Diane where she sat. Then, not quite to the surprise of Steve and Bren, they discovered that the empty Heineken bottle lodged in Diane's ass, was firmly stuck and would not come out due to the suction that had been created by its installation. "Well now isn't that a shame." Bren mused as she pretended to ponder the situation. "What shall we do?" "How about we call the rescue squad?" Steve suggested. "Yea, and then film it when they come to save the day! What do you think that flick would be worth Cal?" Bren prompted. "I guess that would be cool, but we should set it up to maybe look like the whole thing was Diane's idea." "OK, I've got it, let's untie her, put her in the tub, fill it up and make it look like she was using that there bottle on herself, and before she knew it, she had it stuck and needed to call for help." "Great idea there Steve! I'll get a hidden camera set up while you guys get her a bubble-bath ready." "I'll go call the rescue squad, it shouldn't take but about 15 minutes or so for them to get here, so you guys scram and I'll stay and make sure nothing gets out of hand." Having Cal set up his hidden camera to capture the ordeal was almost more than she could stand, but Bren and Steve never let on that they had planned this all along. Picturing Diane lifting her beer bottle plugged bottom above her bubble bath for the rescue squad to remove was a source of pure delight, and the only thing that Bren could imagine that would be better is if the entire rescue squad crew, gang fucked, and sodomized Diane. "Um, hello, yes, is this the rescue squad? Yes I am fine, it's my sister, she uh, um, has asked me to call you guys for her. She is in the bathroom and is stuck or something, and needs you guys to come and see if you can free her up, or whatever needs to be done? OK, about 15 minutes, see you then, and thank you so much, I just didn't know what to do." With everything set up for the candid shot of Diane being freed by the rescue squad, Steve, Zack and Cal all left, leaving Bren to oversee the emergency rescue operation. Willing to Learn The Letter Dear Bren Thank you for taking the time to read my letter. As you probably already know I have always been a little shy and afraid to ask for help, even when I really need it. I also want to apologize for not calling or spending more time with you over the years, because, to be honest, I have been jealous of your charm and grace and subtle sensuality. My husband has always been correct when he has commented on your wisdom and understanding of many things, including sex. Some examples of your kindness include when you let Cal come and work in your garden and when you let him talk to you about everything. I can always tell when he has been over to your house because he is always in a good mood, and usually horny, when he gets home. I have several purposes in writing to you today. First and foremost is to apologize for my lack of effort in your attempts at friendship. Secondly I want to thank you for all the kindness and assistance you have given Cal and I in the past. I really do appreciate all the odd jobs you gave to us while Cal was out of work. I realize now, that I was being a childish and jealous wife in all my bad behavior, rude comments and general lack of effort when you were trying to be my friend and help us when we needed it. As you know Cal has landed a fantastic position and is doing well now. I also appreciate your part / inspiration in his getting this position. The new position has brought with it several changes for both of us. I now find myself in a very odd position in a lot of ways, some of which I can deal with readily and others I find I am having problems dealing with. I could really use a friend right now and being that I have never made an effort to get to know anyone around here, I was wondering if you might be able to give me a second chance. I realize that this must seem like a very strange request, not to mention something you never thought you'd hear from me. I am sure that your experience in counseling and formal affairs has allowed you to deal with some of the areas I am lacking in, and I was wondering if you might be a tutor of sorts for me. I find that with his new position, Cal and I must entertain prospective clients, customers, suppliers and others from the company. I have never had to do these things before and could use some advice from someone who is as proficient at it as you are. Entertaining isn't the only thing that I need assistance with though and while this embarrasses me terribly I also find that this other matter is something you could help me with. Maybe I should begin at the start. As I'm sure you already know, Cal and I have been having some personal problems, which began when he was out of work. Cal and I drifted apart both emotionally and sexually during this time. I had a feeling that he was having an affair, and that THAT, was the reason for our problems, but I now see that while he was spending time with you, it was the only thing that was holding us together. Cal has told me that during this time he has rekindled his relationship with you, and that he even fucked you once. At first I was outraged, as you knew I would be. I fully intended to leave him over this but have found that this would be impossible. I am guessing that you already knew this also. During Cal's down time we incurred a large debt, primarily due to my unchecked credit card spending sprees, and now I am finding it more and more difficult trying to stay afloat. This debt is solely in my name and Cal has informed me that, should I leave him, the debt would be totally my responsibility. I could never in many, many years repay this debt by myself so leaving him is not an option. Cal has made me an offer I have no choice but to accept to solve this debt. This is where your help is needed the most! I have a feeling that you have a part in this offer but have come to the conclusion that I no longer care. I love Cal dearly and don't want to loose him and am willing to do anything necessary to keep him. Yes, Bren I did say anything. The deal that he has made with me is that I must allow your relationship to continue and I must form my own relationship with you and also ask, beg, do whatever is needed to get you to teach me the things I need to know to become the wife that Cal wants and needs. In effect what I am asking of you is to teach me to be a gentile Hostess and elegant lady when in public, and be his submissive slave slut when we are alone or with a private group. I am ashamed to have to ask this of you, seeing how I have treated you ugly in the past, but I am begging you to teach me the things I need to know to fulfill his wishes and satisfy him completely. I need you to teach me in whatever way is required to be the elegant wife and hostess and at the same time serve him totally. I am willing to give myself to him in any way necessary to make this work, and in effect, I will do for you whatever you require to accomplish this. I am asking you to teach me how to properly submit to my husband. In the past our sexual relationship has always been a very bland one, as I have never been willing to do the things Cal wants. If you would be willing to give me this instruction I will do everything you tell me, and submit to you completely, so that I may be the submissive my husband desires. I will never say a thing about your relationship so long as you will teach me how to suck my husband's cock properly, bathe him with my tongue, present him with my cherry ass, and please him in his every desire. He mentioned to me, when he offered the thought that you might be willing to teach me the things I need to know, that in the process of teaching me you might have me perform these acts on you, but he assured me that you would keep my ass cherry for him and his desires. Cal has also said; as long as I do the footwork that he will pay for any clothing, equipment or instructional videos or books needed for my studies. Bren I am afraid to be doing this, but I know that this is what I must do to keep my husband. I realize I am being lengthy but I need to tell you of my sexual experience so you know what you will need to teach me. I was a virgin when I met Cal, and he was my first and only lover. Inexperienced and afraid, I never allowed him to do anything but give me a chaste kiss before we were married. On our wedding night I was a terrified little girl, and have been such still to the point of almost being frigid. I have never allowed him to use toys, eat me, put his cock in my mouth or ass, or have sex with me in any other way than in the dark with me on my back basically being a receptacle for his cock and cum. In the last few days he has had me reading some material and watching some videos, on what he expects of me, and he asks me to tell you what I want to learn. I want to learn to kneel before him, present myself, lick and suck his cock deeply down my throat, swallow his juices, allow his juices anywhere and everywhere in and on my body (which will belong to him not me). I want you to teach me to use any toy he desires to please him or me to whatever degree he desires. If he so desires, I want to learn to eat pussy, fuck or be fucked by another man or woman, give whatever pleasure he desires me to give to him or whomever he chooses / man or men or boys or girls. His desire is for you to train me for him, to submit to him. However painful or distasteful, if you would be willing to do this for me, I would be eternally grateful to you and do anything he would allow me to do to repay you for this gift. If you want, you could talk my training over with him to discern the appropriate course of action, and then come to dinner at our home where I will dress and serve you both and begin my training. I know I could never be as good as you, but I know I can only get better by spending a little time under your tutelage, Bren, please say you will do this for us, for me, and I promise I will do my best to learn to love the things I must now learn to do! Thank you, Humbly yours Diane ********************************* In the next episode Bren will have a great time packing a bagful of goodies, and planning her instructional approach for teaching Diane the finer points of slut wife submission.