4 comments/ 58743 views/ 9 favorites Louise's Humiliation Ch. 01 By: CareBearPunk As Louise's purple Marks and Sparks knickers were rolled down over her soft hips there was sudden flurry of activity on the stage. A day-glo pink gynaecology chair was wheeled on by two men in overalls and a bleached blonde woman who couldn't have been more than 19 years old wearing a white beautician's coat entered stage right pushing a trolley on which was a bowl of water, a shaving brush, mug of foam, three pink safety razors and what appeared to be a bottle of some kind of lotion. Louise's eyes widened at the sight of the chair's stirrups. She'd always hated those horrid things. Two female production assistants in jeans and t shirts rushed to her side and took a firm but gentle hold of her arms. Louise was buggered if she was going to be dragged to that chair she'd walk by herself thank you very much. And so with her bare legs wobbling slightly, Louise walked defiantly, nose slightly in the air, towards the dreaded chair, the two assistants walking with her just in case any last minute panic meant they had to grab and frogmarch her to the beautician. Had Louise had noticed the camera zoomed in on her plump, white buttocks as she walked, a sudden escape bid may well have been a distinct possibility. When the small procession reached the chair, the beautician extended her hand. All fake tan and painted on air hostess smile, she didn't look at all the sort that Louise would normally dreamed of going to for her usual trim and subtle highlights but more the sort that made her living from ghastly extensions. "Hi-ya Louise" she said in a sing songy Liverpool accent "I'm Chelsea and I'll be shaving you today". Chelsea? What an awful name Louise thought to herself. The sort of name deemed suitable by the sort of parents whose daughter would end up on a show like this. Nevertheless Louise begrudgingly shook the outstretched hand with its gaudy leopard print nails she knew subconsciously that if this Chelsea was going to be between her legs with a razor then it was best not to uspet her and she's heard how young people didn't take well at all to being "disrespected". As it happened and despite her toothy smile, Chelsea was equally unimpressed with the woman stood before her wearing nothing but a cross your heart bra that even Chelsea's nan wouldn't wear. Black bra and purple knickers too Chelsea thought to herself trying to stop her smile becoming a snigger. Never mind having her pubes shaved off she'd have died of embarrassment the moment her undies had been revealed! And the look she was giving her. Even stood there with her bum and fanny on display to the world this stuck up cow was looking at Chelsea like she was something scraped off the bottom of her shoe. Well she was about to come down several pegs that was for sure thought Chelsea as she laid a white fluffy towel on the seat of the chair. "Okay Louise if you'd like to sit on the chair for me please.." As soon as Louise's bottom was on the towel, the two assistant girls grabbed her legs and placed them in the stirrups. There were cheers and wolf whistles from the audience as Louise was left well and truly on display. Mericfully she still had her bra on so at least she had some precious modesty left but then in a strange way it made her feel even more exposedas all the audiences eyes would be on the area that Chelsea was now kneeling in front of with a small pair of scissors. "I'm just going to trim you a bit Louise. Cos it's a bit long for the razor at the moment". As she snipped away Chelsea wondered where they found these women. She didn't know a single girl who didn't wax these days. Her poor husband. After a few minutes Chelsea had Louise's bush down to a manageable length. She thought for a minute about how a dry shave would teach her a lesson in humility but then quickly decided that would be bad for business as there could be hundreds if not thousands of potential clients watching. With a gesture from Chelsea, one of the assistants picked up the bowl of water from the trolley and held it next to the obscenely displayed and thoroughly disgruntled Louise. "This'll be a bit hot ok? But it'll soften the hairs up a bit" said Chelsea scooping some water with her hand and splashing it on Louise's curls. As the hot water was rubbed briskly into her dark brown pubic hair by Chelsea's soft perfectly manicured fingers, Louise glared at her husband her face like thunder .His smugness had got her into this mess. It was bad enough being naked from the waist down in front of not only the jeering rabble in the studio and god knows whoever would be watching at home , but the prospect of being shaved between the legs sent her mind into a tailspin. Louise had obviously trimmed her bikini line in the past to go on holidays (although she'd never dared wear a two piece)and had read in Femail that some young tarts these days had the whole lot off but it certainly wasn't her style and now she was about to have it all shorn off and not in the safety of a bathroom or relative privacy of a spa but live on television. She could see on the monitors that one camera was focused on her hips, lower tummy and pubic hair and the other zoomed in on her face. After about two minutes Chelsea stopped rubbing the water in. A few seconds would have been plenty but she was enjoying Louise's discomfort at a female hand running through her hairs and brushing the skin underneath too much to not make a bit of a meal out of it. After drying her hands on a towel held by one of the assistants, Chelsea picked up the small bowl of foam and the item which had caused much giggling and squirming in rehearsals and which she was immensely looking forward to using on Miss Snooty here. Louise bit her lip as the shaving brush went along the top of her bush. It tickled like mad which is probably why the swines chose this way to apply the lather but she wasn't going to give these ghastly people the satisfaction of seeing her giggle like some frivolous schoolgirl. Yes she'd retain her dignity yet. She wished they'd just put the stuff on by hand rather than use this horrid brush. It not only tickled her but this whole part of the process felt so undignified as if her bush was a man's beard being lathered in some barber shop. "Hold still Louise" smirked Chelsea as she dipped the pink razor in the bowl of water before beginning the shave. Louise's soft belly, with its deep navel quivered slightly as Chelsea expertly removed her bush stopping to rinse the blade after each long swoop When the last of Louise's soapy brown curls had been removed Chelsea took a pink fluffy hand towel and rubbed off the excess foam. It was over, thought Louise to herself. It had been utterly ghastly but surely this was it now. No sooner had she breathed a sigh of relief though, Chelsea picked up a bottle of some kind of green liquid from the trolley and squirted a big glob into her hand. "I'm just going to put a bit of Aloe Vera on you love. It'll stop you getting itchy down there." Louise flinched as Chelsea began rubbing the cool gel into the area where her thighs met her mound. She felt so sensitive down there now without the protection of hair and Chelsea's soft fingertips were now just as dreadfully ticklish as that awful brush had been making her squirm on the towel covered seat. "Ticklish love?" asked Chelsea condescendingly. Louise didn't answer but her flustered expression meant she didn't need to. "Aw bless" smiled Chelsea her feather light touch applying the Aloe Vera to Louise's freshly shaved labia and causing her to nearly bite through her lip trying to fight back the fit of giggles she could feel building up inside her. Chelsea gave Louise a saucy wink as her hand went over the squirming housewife's smooth mound her thumb accidentally on purpose flicking over the hood of her clitoris and causing her eyes to go as wide as saucers. It wasn't that Chelsea was particular partial to touching other women's clits, well except for that threesome with her mate Carly on her boyfriend's birthday of course, but the sheer discomfort it was causing to this pompous woman whose clit by the way felt somewhat stiff for someone who wasn't enjoying having her fanny rubbed up a bit, was such great fun that she was compelled to give it just a little twiddle and see how she reacted. As soon as Chelsea's fingers were on her clit , Louise instinctively reached out with her hand but was immediately grabbed by the assistants and held still in the chair, she tried to close her legs but the stirrups prevented this. As the tanned finger stroked and tickled her swollen clitoris Louise grimaced and blushed. "That nice?" enquired Chelsea with a big smile that displayed the diamond in her front tooth. Louise didn't answer but that was un necessary as Chelsea could gauge her enjoyment by the fact that she could see the housewife's erect nipples poking through the fabric of her brassiere. Louise had now gone from trying to stifle giggles to trying to stifle moans. The finger felt so gentle and yet firm. Her husband's idea of foreplay was to fiddle and poke at her undercarriage like it was a dodgy engine but Chelsea's finger felt so relaxed. Louise wasn't one of these so called bisexuals of course but she had occasionally wondered what it would be like to be with another woman and had sometimes contemplated what kind of woman she'd sleep with , if she absolutely had to of course. She initially thought she'd have liked to do it with someone pretty and classy like Helena Bonham Carter or perhaps someone with a sense of humour that would put her at ease like Victoria Wood for example but then she was watching that ruddy X Factor show which her husband had insisted on presumably because he likes that ghastly Cole woman, when on comes this positively awful girl calling herself Chloe Mafia or some such nonsense. She was plastered in revolting fake tan and ridiculous tattoos and Louise had never seen anything like the fake eyelashes and nails she had on. She was everything that was making this country go to hell in a handcart personified. However the contempt for this Mafia girl that Louise was generating in her mind was in stark contrast to the butterflies in her tummy and the wetness in her knickers. It was the same feeling she got when that bloody Katona woman was on the telly. Chavs people called them. Disrespectful , vacuous and uneducated. But they made Louise wet and she had no idea why. Now here she was, knickerless, shaved and spread wide on national television with one of them touching her intimately and it was becoming increasingly difficult to convince herself that she wasn't loving every sordid second of this humiliating spectacle. As Louise tried to think about anything other than what was happening trying desperately to save herself the indignity of orgasming in front of this rabble she could feel someone kissing her neck and then her earlobe. It was one of the assistants Leanne who then whispered in Louise's ear "I think you'd be more comfortable with your bra off don't you". Louise would have protested but she was biting her bottom lip too hard to speak. And soon her bra was undone and her soft but heavy 36DD breasts tumbled free to the wolf whistles of the audience. "Wow" giggled Leanne "I bet you don't get many of those to the pound Louise!" It was a line that even Sid James would have considered corny but it was enough to make Louise blush from her face down to her wide pink areolas. Seeing this reaction Stacey, the assistant to Louise's right knew exactly what to do , grabbing Louise's right boob in her hand she gave it a sharp squeeze and made a "HONK" sound effect. "Oh for god's sake!" Louise exploded as the audience fell about in the aisles in fits of merriment watching her struggle in the chair her bosom wobbling and the assistants holding her tight as Chelsea manipulated her clitoris. It was as if she was trapped in some obscene parody of the Benny Hill Show. Louise was humiliated, angry and turned on like never before. "Her clit's really hard" said Chelsea still idly toying with it And the heat coming off of her too". "She's loving it" added Stacey. "I bet she'd like a finger in there too". "More than one I reckon" chipped in Leanne. "I'll try just the one first" giggled Chelsea and Louise gasped as she felt the beautician's middle finger part her labia and wriggle up inside her. As Chelsea made a slow "come hither" gesture with the finger, she began to resume tickling Louise's clit with the thumb of her free hand causing her eyes to roll back in her head. Encouraged by this reaction, Chelsea put her index finger in too and began to pump both fingers in and out of Louise's warm, slippery vagina starting slowly at first and then gradually increasing the pace of both the clit tickling and the finger pumping. "Slow it down Chels" interjected Leanne. "We don't want her to cum just yet". "Fair enough then" sighed Chelsea as she withdrew her fingers which were glistening with Louise's juices and held them up for all to see. "Lick it off" some oaf from the audience shouted to Louise's horror. She was even more horrified when another voice this time female shouted "make her lick it off! Make her taste herself". A leering Chelsea pinched Louise's nose and was just in the process of moving her creamy fingers towards a panicked Louise's mouth when Leanne suddenly stopped her. "I've got a better idea" she smiled. "You and me switch places for a sec Chels". And so Chelsea took hold of the struggling Louise's arm and Leanne moved round to stand in front of Louise who could have escaped as her captors changed positions but yet stayed put proving that she had either lost most of her fight or deep down didn't want to escape at all. Leanne reached into the pocket of her jeans and produced a black hair tie with which she proceeded to put her hair in a ponytail and out of her face. She then proceeded to place both her hands under Louise's firm nippled breasts. "I just wanna feel the weight of these" she said weighing them in her hands. "They're quite heavy actually" she contemplated as she began to gently squeeze them together before adding "I bet you give a cracking titwank love" to much amusement from the audience and from Leanne's colleagues who snorted with hen night laughter. After a couple of minutes of squeezing and fondling, Leanne released Louise's plump bosoms and knelt down between her open legs and began to kiss up her pale fleshy thighs then over her hips and tummy, briefly putting her tongue in Louise's navel causing her to wriggle against Chelsea and Stacey's grip. Then Leanne kissed further down over Louise's freshly shaved mound before ducking her head down and putting the tip of her tongue on Louise's engorged clit. Louise's eyes nearly popped out of her head and she jerked in the girls' arms as if she'd had an electric shock. Leanne lolled her tongue over Louise's clit for a few seconds before taking a series of long ice cream licks up and down her quivering vagina. Louise squirmed and moaned as the two other girls stroked her hair. On the rare occasion that her husband had gone down on her it had been a few timid flicks of his tongue at the spot where he presumed her clit to be before waving his cock near her face. This was different though as Leanne licked, sucked and kissed til her face was coated in Louise's juices. Just as Louise felt her climax building inside her Leanne stopped and put her hands on Louise's arms leaning in towards her grinning like the cat that got the cream and then hopping up onto the chair and straddling the sweating quivering housewife like a lapdancer and firmly cradling Louise's face in her hands before leaning in and kissing her on the lips. Louise flinched as she tasted her own juices but was soon loosening her jaw allowing Leanne's tongue into her mouth and indulging in her first French kiss with another woman as whoops, whistles and shouts of "you go girl!" went up from the audience. Louise's Humiliation Ch. 02 Whilst all this had been going on Jeremy had been sat watching with a mix of emotions from the soundproof booth he'd been bundled into by two burly stage hands as soon as Louise's knickers were down. Obviously he felt terrible that his good lady wife was being stripped, shaved an d publicly humiliated on a grand scale and he'd been banging on the glass red faced and shouting muffled protests. This display of outrage was betrayed however by the roaring erection clearly visible in his chinos. Jeremy had often fantasised about Louise touching and being touched by another woman. He'd never shared these desires with her but had often imagined her being fondled by someone like Cheryl Cole or Kylie whilst having a sly Sunday afternoon wank in their bathroom. He had never though in his wildest dreams imagined that he'd see her being brought whimpering to the brink of orgasm by the sort of girls they always feared their daughter becoming friends with. Jeremy was aroused yes but also well aware that all of his colleagues at the office and the golf club would be watching this show. He saw the way they ogled his wife's plump bosom when they thought he wasn't looking. And then, of course, there were those morons who drank in the village pub. "Rugger Buggers" Louise called them. Guzzling down pints of ale and singing those vulgar songs. Beer bellies and polo shirts and haircuts like convicts. What an absolute shower they were. And the way they leered every time he and Louise walked in for a glass of rose'. And this is exactly the sort of show that bunch of ruddy louts would be watching at home or worse still in the pub on the big screen shovelling pork scratchings and pickled eggs into their great faces whilst gawping at his wife's most intimate parts. What kind of show was this? He'd be writing a strongly worded letter to his MP about this that was for sure. As these thoughts swam round his head Jeremy noticed that the three girls had left Louise and were advancing towards the booth. Before Jeremy knew what was happening he'd been pounced on by all three, surprisingly strong, women and dragged to the centre stage. As Chelsea and Leanne held his arms Stacey stood in front of him, hands on her hips and grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Right girls!" she declared "Let's get his things off!" As Stacey began to undo his belt Jeremy tried to protest but all that came out were various unintelligible and indignant splutters. As soon as Stacey whipped his belt off, she opened his fly and pulled his trousers and pants down in one fell swoop. The girls squealed and cackled as Jeremy's erection sprang free. Stacey reached out and pushed his stiff cock down for a few seconds before releasing it so it sprang like a diving board to the riotous laughter of the audience. Jeremy was in quite the predicament. He was of course too much of a gentleman to try and free himself from the grip of these girls by force so he was essentially at their mercy. As his shirt was unbuttoned and removed he saw Louise being helped out of the chair by the big stage hands and given a short black silk robe to cover whatever modesty she had left but rather than rushing to his rescue Louise was grinning from ear to ear and clapping her hands together. So, he supposed, she thought all this ghastly business was his fault did she? Typical he thought to himself, absolutely bloody typical. He was now stood naked as the day he was born being held by two girls with a third stood in front of him holding up Louise's discarded purple knickers. "You're going to be a model for us." Stacey smirked grabbing Jeremy's leg and forcing the knickers over his feet and up his hairy legs. Although Jeremy felt like shrivelling up in ignominy, his penis had other ideas; twitching and leaping as his wife's pants were pulled over his crotch the tip of his cock poking comically out of the top. Jeremy had barely time to begin blushing beet red before the two hulking shaven headed stage hands roughly grabbed him by the arms and dragged him over to the chair Louise had previously been sat in which they proceeded to manhandle him into forcing his legs into the stirrups and binding his arms to the chair with masking tape. "Time for your makeover sir." one of the hands chuckled sardonically as Jeremy realised that he was again surrounded by Stacey, Leanne and Chelsea who was now holding a zebra print makeup bag in one hand and brandishing a makeup brush in the other. "Hmmm." contemplated Chelsea "A bit of blusher first I think." As the brush flicked over his burning cheeks and Chelsea leaned over him displaying her bountiful spray tanned cleavage mere inches from his face. Jeremy could see out of the corner of his eye that the two stage hands had sat either side of Louise who was giggling like a schoolgirl as one of them whispered something in her ear. This made Jeremy's heart sink but curiously his cock raised a couple more degrees upwards. After the blusher eyeliner, eye shadow and finally bright red lipstick were applied. "Ta Da!" said Chelsea holding up a mirror so that Jeremy could see his face which was now painted like a cheap tart. "Doesn't he look sexy?" cooed Leanne. "What do you reckon Louise?" called Stacey to Jeremy's giggling wife who replied with a sarcastic "Cheryl Cole, eat your heart out." The stage hands burst into rambunctious thigh slapping laughter either side of her. Now his wife was joining in with three tarts and two hired thugs in making a mockery of him. Surely, thought Jeremy to himself, it couldn't get any worse than this. Then, suddenly there was a whirring of machinery and Jeremy could hear rough male voices singing an oddly familiar song. "Three German officers crossed the line, Taboo, Taboo...." No sooner had Jeremy realised where he'd heard the song before, the back wall of the set began to turn round to reveal a large bath of soapy water in which sat six barrel chested beer bellied gentlemen singing and drinking from cans of beer. Jeremy recognised them in an instant. The Rugger Buggers. Those bloody pests from the pub. He'd wondered from the start why on earth he and Louise were invited on this show and now it was all becoming crystal bloody clear. They'd obviously been nominated by this assortment of hooray henrys. As the bath revolved into place the raucous bathers pointed at Jeremy as they serenaded him with "Why was he born so beautiful? Why was he born at all? He's no bloody use to anyone he's no bloody use at all!" This was followed by a deafening cheer and much splashing around and clanking together of beer cans. That was all these morons played the game for thought Jeremy. Wallowing in a big bath, belching and singing rude songs like a herd of uncouth beer swilling hippopotami. And Louise thought the same way didn't she? At least Jeremy thought she did. After all she coined the phrase Rugger Buggers and therefore must surely have held them in the same contempt he did. However as had been becoming abundantly clear all evening, in many ways Jeremy didn't know his wife at all and the Rugger Bugger nickname had been borne not of dislike but of affection for a group of what Louise considered to be adorable rogues. She recognised all of the men in the bath. She didn't know their names though as Jeremy had taken against them ever since the first night they walked into the pub on the day they moved to the village, sneering at their tattoos and shaking his head at their prodigious beer consumption. They seemed nice enough to her though, holding doors open and suchlike but she couldn't help but notice that they were forever looking down her top as they performed this ostensibly chivalrous duty. Initially she was quite intimidated by being ogled by burly cropped haired tattooed men but after a couple of glasses of wine she sometimes liked to make a point of walking past them and listening out for the whispered lewd comments about "jugs" and "melons" which inevitably followed. Once she had even dreamt that she was serving topless behind the bar of the pub, pulling pints whilst the men roared and groped at her boobs. It was a dream which she'd put down to having a late night snack of cheese and biscuits but deep down she had known that it indicated desires that Jeremy would have blown his top were he to hear of them Louise barely had time to contemplate this further before she felt the stage hands grab her and pull her to her feet, her dressing gown was removed and she was scooped up like a baby by the larger of the two and carried towards the bath. Before all of this Louise would have put up a facade of panic or horror and called for Jeremy to come to her rescue but now with her inhibitions shed with her knickers she squealed and giggled in this strangers muscular arms eventually wrapping her own arms around his huge neck feeling herself start to gush between her thighs. As she neared the bath the splashing, hollering and singing built to a crescendo "Celery, celery, celery... If she doesn't come I'll tickle her bum with a lump of celery, celery..." Jeremy tried to sit up but the stirrups and the deceptive strength of the girls scuppered his efforts. Even if he had escaped their clutches though the odds of him being able to take on the two stage hands never mind an entire rugby team were pretty astronomical to say the least. A bitter pill to swallow though it was he had no choice but to sit helplessly in the pink chair, makeup on his face, his legs in stirrups and his erect cock poking out the top of his wife's knickers and watch Louise giggle as she was held over the bath and then dumped in with a squeal and a splash and a deafening roar from the Rugger Buggers. The Buggers immediately swarmed upon Louise; splashing her and playfully ducking her under the water until her hair was wet against her head and her makeup running, a giddy smile beaming across her face. The biggest of the Buggers; a thick necked hairy chested man in his 40s with a formidable beer belly and arms like tree trunks grabbed the grinning Louise from behind and sat her on his lap facing away from him, grabbing a bar of soap in one of his massive hands and Louise's left breast in the other. He began furiously rubbing the soap into first the left and then the right boob until Louise's chest glistened with slippery suds. Louise knew precisely what was coming next. She'd done it for an old boyfriend after much persistence many years ago. A "soapy tit wank" that's what he'd called it. She could feel the big Bugger's erection pressing against the small of her back as he'd soaped up her boobs and without even seeing it she could tell it was double the size of Jeremy's. This spectacle was more than enough for Jeremy. To paraphrase Popeye, he'd had all he could stand and he could stand no more. "Unhand my wife this instant you hairy fucking oaf!" he roared in the direction of the bath. "Oi!" interjected one of the stage hands pointing a large sausage like finger at the irate Jeremy "Moderate your language mate! What sort of a show do you think this is?" The Buggers, Louise and the audience hooted with laughter. "Calm down dear. I'm fine!" shouted Louise as the Buggers cheered. It was time to put a stop to these shenanigans post haste he thought to himself as he struggled hard against the masking tape. "Untie me at once!" he almost shrieked. "He's trying to escape." said Chelsea. "Don't worry, I've got an idea." smirked Stacey rolling down her leggings and pink leopard print thong. Jeremy could make out something glittering on her mound, a piercing perhaps? Stacey kicked off one trainer and pulled her leggings and thong off of one foot before pouncing on the struggling Jeremy and straddling his chest. "Are you going to sit still and stop messing us about?" hissed Stacey in her broad Essex accent with a surprising venom that made Jeremy almost forget that her crotch was pressed against his chest. "That's my bloody wife!" Jeremy spluttered as he withered under Stacey's intimidating glare. "What's your problem?" replied Stacey. "She seems happy enough. And so do you by the looks of what's going on in your knickers." This was of course true. Despite his apparent outrage Jeremy's erection was quite unstoppable and it was clear that the antics in the bath had brought both his temper and his arousal to simultaneous boiling point. Jeremy opened his mouth to protest but was silenced by Stacey dragging herself forward moving her crotch closer and closer to his line of vision. It wasn't a piercing that glistened. It was one of these things young women were sticking to themselves in this day and age. The young lads at Jeremy's work were always joking about them. Bedazzles or something like that, some preposterous fad inspired by some awful TV programme. Stacey lowered herself until she was sat on his makeup covered face her pussy enveloping his mouth and her clit resting against his nose. Jeremy had never been one for this so called cunnilingus, it was what these lesbian types did wasn't it? He'd done it to Louise a few times, thinking that one must move with the times, but more in the hope of getting something in return. Louise grinned smugly at this sight. Serves him ruddy well right she thought to herself. "I think he wants you to put me down." she said to the man whose lap she was sat on. "Okay then." he replied with a wink "I will.". The big Bugger put down the bar of soap and lifted Louise up with his huge arms, turning her round to admire his handiwork before letting her down and lifting himself up so that he was seated on the edge of the bath, his cock was at least eight inches long and the girth of a 500ml bottle of Coca Cola. His balls were massive too, the size of ducks eggs almost. As she positioned herself between his hairy legs, Louise hoped that even though it had been many years since she'd done this that it would be like riding a bike. The big Bugger gasped at the feel of soft slippery flesh as Louise lifted her soapy boobs in her hands and placed them either side of his thick cock. He moaned and grimaced as she moved them briskly up and down for a few minutes before settling on an alternating rhythm. After doing this for a while Louise thought it a shame to neglect those impressive balls and so she wrapped her left arm around her bust, squeezing it around his cock, while her right hand rubbed and juggled his heavy bollocks. Jeremy could hear the big Bugger huff, puff and groan in ecstasy but his view was obscured by Stacey grinding her fanny into his face. Jeremy tried to mumble a protest but Stacey stage whispered "I'm not getting off your face until you make me cum. Now get that tongue on my clit!" Louise giggled as she overheard Stacey hissing instructions at Jeremy relishing the idea of her hubby getting a crash course in how to use his mouth for something other than ranting on about the EU and 'political correctness gone mad'. It was nice they were giving him something to take home she thought to herself as she gently squeezed the big Buggers rapidly tightening balls. "I'm gonna cum!" the big Bugger gasped; his breathing getting heavier and heavier until finally with a shout he ejaculated six thick, white ropes of spunk over Louise's boobs and neck, his compatriots whooping and hollering as if she was viewing a firework display. Jeremy wanted more than anything to see what was going on and realised his only way out was to make Stacey orgasm. "That's it!"said Stacey breathlessly "Harder than that... not that hard!" she scolded grabbing Jeremy's ear and twisting it. "Yes. That's it Jeremy. Just there!" Her thick fake tanned thighs gripped his neck like a warm vice as she felt her orgasm build. Stacey screamed as she rode Jeremy's face to climax, her juices filling his mouth. "He gives quite good head actually. If you make him put the effort in that is!" she shouted to Louise hopping down off of Jeremy's makeup smeared face. Jeremy gasped in great lungfuls of life giving oxygen as he saw his wife in the bath giggling at the sight of the messy concoction of soap and semen that covered her breasts. "I would ask if you're enjoying yourself dear." she called to her husband "But I think it's obvious that you are." she laughed pointing at his erection which was still threatening to break free of the confines of his wife's knickers. "What are we going do about this then?" Chelsea said flicking it with her finger. "Can't leave the poor little lamb all frustrated now can we?" Louise submerged herself in the Bath to rinse the mess off of herself and rose out of it, smoothing her hair back. The machine whirred into action again and the Bath rotated back around with the Buggers waving to the applauding audience with a chorus of "Cheerio, Cheerio, Cheerio..." "See you down the pub Jeremy!" shouted the big Bugger "I think I owe you a pint!" The stage hands handed Louise a big fluffy towel which she proceeded to dry herself with. She thought about wrapping it round herself but decided that she was actually now quite enjoying being naked and so handed it back to the stage hands before walking over to the girls, the chair and Jeremy. Jeremy looked Louise up and down. At her soft round breasts, broad womanly hips and freshly shaven mound She'd made an utter fool of him in that bath and yet he couldn't remember the last time he'd lusted after her this much. "I think this one needs a bit of TLC." giggled the still bottomless Stacey pointing at the twitching bulge in the front of the purple knickers. "Do you want to take care of it?" Louise reached over and ran her fingernails over Jeremy's throbbing cock through the soft cotton before pulling them down and exposing it in all its frustrated glory. Here we go again thought Jeremy expecting another round of forcible cunnilingus as Louise lifted her right leg over him but was surprised as his wife took a hold of his cock with her hand at the same time and began to guide it into herself. Louise had often suggested going "on top" in the bedroom but Jeremy had balked at the idea viewing it as the start of a slippery slope. It was a slope however that he appeared to have gone rapidly slaloming down over the last half hour and so Jeremy saw little point in resisting. It would seem that Louise wore the trousers now or rather him the knickers. Louise slid down Jeremy's cock and placing her hands on her husband's shoulders began rhythmically riding it. As Jeremy grunted and moaned Louise asked Leanne for her hair tie. Taking it from her she reached back to tie her wet hair back with it. Jeremy was beside himself with frustration. He wanted more than anything to reach out and fondle his wife's breasts but his hands were still fastened tightly to the chair. Leanne reached out and ran her hand over Louise's lower belly and mound before resting her finger on the older woman's clit, rubbing and tickling it as she continued to ride her husband. Jeremy saw Stacey disappear behind Louise and then after a few seconds felt the unmistakable soft warmth of a tongue on his balls which he soon felt start to churn and tighten. As this was occurring the combination of Leanne's finger and Jeremy's cock caused Louise's moans to reach a crescendo and she screamed in ecstasy her pussy clamping tight as a vice and causing her husband to pump his pent up load into her. Louise slumped forward and kissed Jeremy full on the mouth. It felt odd kissing him with more makeup on than her and she could taste the sweetness of Stacey's juices but Louise actually found it rather pleasant. She couldn't remember the last time they'd climaxed at the same time. In fact she wasn't entirely sure if they ever had before. Jeremy passionately returned her kiss. He should want to put her over his knee with what she'd put him through but then he supposed it had been largely his fault for thinking he could win this bloody game show anyway. Normally his general knowledge was impeccable and he could have sworn that it was Sean Connery who'd first played James Bond . It can't have been Bob Holness? He'd demand a steward's inquiry once he was released from the chair that was for bloody sure. Louise's Humiliation Ch. 02 "Well, all's well that ends well." smiled Lavinia McCoy as she returned to the stage to close the show "Unfortunately Jeremy and Louise haven't won the cottage and the Range Rover but they seem to have had fun anyway. And I'd certainly like to be a fly on the wall next time they go to their local! See you next time folks!"