14 comments/ 20312 views/ 7 favorites Judge Jean By: Wifetheif Sometimes major events result from the smallest of consequences. For want of a shoe a horse was lost. For want of a horse a kingdom was lost. Everyone knows that scenario. The situation that ensnared my wife Emily, and to a lesser extent, myself began with a trip to New York City. It was to be a day away from our suburban existence, the shops, a show, a stroll around the park. It was a late anniversary present for both of us. The weather was perfect and we had a mostly wonderful time. There were incidents late in the day. However. Someone, we never figured out who, absconded with a bracelet that my wife had borrowed from her friend, Jean. She had also borrowed a string of pearls from her. About the same time that we discovered that bracelet missing, the string broke, sending pearls everywhere. Emily and I were only able to retrieve a few but most ended up lost in a storm grate. The loss of the valuables put a pall over our trip. We did not know what to tell Jean. Jean's husband, Rod made a pretty good living but the bracelet was worth several thousand dollars and neither of us knew the value of the pearls. I doubted that Rod could easily replace his wife's lost property. With dread I realized that even if the items were insured the policy would cover only Jean and not Emily. We were on the hook for a huge hunk of change if Jean wanted them replaced. That was bad news because we did not currently have much in the way of savings. Both of us had been out of work for a while. We both currently had new jobs but our stint of unemployment had completely drained our bank account. Right now we were living paycheck to paycheck and would be for at least a few more months. We had struggled even to find the money for the New York trip. We hoped that Jean was not so pissed off that she dis-invited us from next month's long holiday weekend at their cabin. Emily, myself, Rod and Jean and another couple, Ed and Anna Harrison expected a relaxing three days in the mountains. If Jean was really pissed off, we would be cooling our jets for the long weekend with no where to go, except maybe a movie. Emily, Jean, and Anna had been friends since high school. Jean was the unquestioned leader of the trio. Anna, the champion cook and baker, and my Emily who added zest with her dry humor and organizing skills. All three were quite beautiful. Jean had ebony hair, Anna was ash blonde, and my Emily has lustrous brown hair. In the gym each drove the other to stay in shape. It was almost a catty contest between them. All three wanted to keep their husbands happy by staying fit, but more importantly, they each wanted to look the best in a bikini. None of the husbands ever complained about this pissing contest between our wives. It was fortunate that Ed and Rod and myself all liked each other. Rod was a freshly minted lawyer, Ed managed his father's bowling alley and also owned a sports bar. As for me, I was now pushing papers in a bank. It was not what I had set out to do but it would do until something better came along. The tree of us enjoyed each others company. We all liked beer and aged whiskey and although we would never admit it, we all like ogling each others wives. I was married to Emily but it was honestly a very difficult thing to select which bride was the most beautiful. Jean clerked in her husband's office and was addicted to legal shows, she sat in rapt attention for anything that featured a robe and a bench. Anna was a caterer and event organizer with an impressive client list. My wife Emily, after a long time out of work, was now teaching school. She loved the interaction with the kids, but she was a new teacher so she got the crappiest assignments and was at the bottom of a not very tall salary totem pole. When we got home, Emily made and urgent call to Jean. I did not hear much of the conversation but Emily seemed relieved when the call was over. "That was easy. She said 'Judge Jean' will handle it." "What the hell does that mean?" I asked in response. "Well you know how Jean always watched those legal shows? She said when we get to the cabin she is going to set up a mock court and sit in judgment of me. I have to abide by her decision and do what ever she chooses for the entire weekend." "And You're OK with that?" I stated. Emily laughed and said, "Sure, she'll probably exile me to the kitchen for the entire weekend to do all the dirty work. Or she might make me clean the bathroom and kitchen floors with my toothbrush while wearing my nightie, you know something sufficiently humiliating." "What if she's really pissed off about the bracelet and the pearls? She could come up with something that you might not want to do." I warned. We husbands had often said out of earshot of our wives that there seemed more than a little antagonism in their relationship. It was more than trying to out do each other in the gym. I felt that, under the right circumstances the three women could be very nasty to each other. Ed, Rod, and I were always careful about not knocking up our wife. We knew implicitly that once one became pregnant the other two would "accidentally" forget their birth control and plunge head long into motherhood to keep up with their "friends." We husbands also knew that it was useless to try to tell our wives that they were in a "toxic relationship" with each other. In the eyes of our women they were best friends and could never be anything else. I pushed this conversation with Emily to the recesses of my mind. I was just very happy that we were still going to the cabin. I really loved that place. The next few weeks passed in a leisurely pace and then it was time for our long weekend at Jean and Rod's cabin. One of the things I loved about the Madison's cabin is its isolation. Without a GPS or, if you are old school, an exceptional map, the place is virtually impossible to find. If I were writing directions to a novice visitor the phrase, "take the right fork on the gravel road" would appear a bewildering number of times Emily and I packed lightly for the weekend. I brought the booze, Ed and Anna were responsible for the food, and Jean and Rod took care of everything else. We arrived at the cabin just as the sun was setting. Rod helped me lug the beer an whiskey into the house. I had iced some of it in a chest, the rest would be cold by morning. A short time later jean asked me for my keys so she could move my car. I thought nothing of it. I was too relaxed and wrapped up in my conversation with Rod and Ed to grasp the significance of this innocuous request. Around nine P.M. Jean entered the living room and announced "Court is is session." and led us to the cabin's rec room. Only then did I realize how seriously Jean and Anna were taking what Emily supposed would be a simple masquerade. Jean donned what looked like an authentic judge's robe. A desk with a name plate reading "Honorable Judge Jean Madison" was prominent. I did a double take when Anna entered the room. She was dressed just like a court bailiff, complete with badge and holster. I hoped that the gun was a prop. Emily and I and the other husbands were drinking this in when Anna corralled Emily and said in an authoritative voice, "You are under arrest!" Before Emily had time to react her hands were pinned behind her back in very real handcuffs! She steered Emily to a chair near the improvised judicial bench and then she faced the room. "Oyez oyez, the Honorable Judge Joan Madison presiding, All rise!" The other guys and I stood up enjoying the impromptu show.. Then Joan entered the room from a side door, looking like the queen of the May. "Be seated." she said. Rod, Ed and I thought this looked entertaining so we gripped our beers a bit tighter and sat in the row of seats provided. "Really, Jean isn't this a bit much?" my wife asked innocently. Jean clapped her gavel and said dispassionately, "The prisoner will remain silent!" After pausing for effect, Jean began to speak once more, "The case before us is one of simple theft. The prisoner is accused of losing two rather valuable pieces of jewelry that also had great sentimental value. They were a gift of a late lamented grandmother and were created before World War II, they CAN NOT be replaced. The prisoner before us today was responsible for those items and was NOT a good steward. One item was stolen and one was irreparably damaged. It is the opinion of this court that the prisoners actions are no different than stealing. The prisoner has already admitted her negligence, her guilt is not in dispute. Rather then be liable for monetary reimbursement, the prisoner has agreed that I as the arbiter of this case shall dispense her punishment." Joan got a positively evil look in her eye before she continued. "Will the prisoner rise." It had already dawned on me that Jean saw this very differently than my Emily did. Only now was it dawning on her that Jean was going to be very nasty. I could see the fear rising in her eyes. Between her nerves and her cuffed hands, Emily had trouble standing up with. With difficulty she found her feet. "Emily Hartmann Cook, It is the sentence of this court that for the next seventy-two hours you be reduced to a state of abject slavery. You will own nothing and be subject to those in authority over you which means everyone else in the room. If you do not immediately comply Bailiff Anna is authorized to compel you. She is equipped with a tazer, which she is authorized to use. Short of that she has other tools at her disposal. Bailiff, Anna will you please demonstrate on the prisoner? Anna extracted a rod shaped object from her belt, pushed a button and touched one end of it to my wife's bare arm. Emily screamed in pain. Anna smirked and announced, "That was the low setting, dear. Disobey me and I won't hesitate to apply the maximum setting." Emily said through tears in her eyes, "Jean, Anna, this is ridiculous!" "Jean rapped her gavel and said, The prisoner will address the bench as "Your Honor" my Bailiff shall be referred to as "Ma'am." Is that clear prisoner?" Emily nodded her head. Jean said seriously. "I can't hear you." "Yes your honor. Yes Ma'am" "That is better." replied Jean. The raven haired woman then glared at my wife and announced. "Here is what will happen prisoner, I am going to instruct my Bailiff to unfasten your hand cuffs, you will then be processed like any other prisoner. When not engaged in labor we have a nice closet fixed for you. That will be your cell for the next three nights. When the bailiff frees your hands you will first remove your jewelry and then all of your clothing and submit to a search. We have some prison clothing for you." Emily appeared thunder stuck and uttered a soft, "Joan?" The other two husbands and I sat with our jaws agape for a moment before I rose to me feet and said. "You don't have to do that, honey, lets go to the car and go home." Jean brought her gavel down again. Her face wore a mischievous smile. "Jack, I took the liberty of keeping your keys after I moved your car. Unless you want to hike seventy miles to the next town in pitch darkness, you and my prisoner are not going anywhere. I have no desire, at present, to reveal to you the location of your keys. As to you other two husbands. If you interfere, rest assured that Anna and I are totally committed to keeping our legs closed and letting your balls turn the deepest purple before you ever get nookie again. If, on the other hand you, Ed and Rod let your wives have their fun you get what ever you want, whenever you want it for the next six months." "Look , Jean," I began."You will regret doing this to one of your closest friends." Jean pounded her gavel and glared at me. "Jack, if you do not quiet down and take your seat right now. I am going to have Anna inflict as much pain as she wants upon your wife for however long she likes. And, yes, one of us will be full of regret once this weekend is over. That person will NOT be me however, someone is going to regret being a bad steward for a very LONG time!" "Sit DOWN, Jack." said Rod in my ear. "Jean and Anna seem determined to have some sort of revenge. Knowing my wife, Jack. I can assure you that if you continue to put of a fuss, Jean and Anna will make things much harder on your wife than they would have otherwise. I'm not crazy about my wife's temper and I disagree completely with what she is doing but I also care for Emily. Jean can be absolutely horrid if you piss her off. If you care about your wife, Jack for God's sake, sit down and clam up." I looked at Rod. His face was a mixture of concern and honesty. I realized that he was speaking the truth. Jean was out to humiliate my wife and I could only make that prospect worse. Fearful of Jean's temper and my wife's fate I bit my tongue and sat down. The sip of beer that I took tasted bitter and flat even though I had just opened the bottle. Jean smiled and said triumphantly "That's better. You may begin Bailiff." Anna took a large manila envelope out of an end table, waved the pain wand at Emily and then unfastened her handcuffs. "All right prisoner, all your valuables go in this envelope. Honorable Judge Jean already has custody of your purse. After you remove your watch, earrings, and everything else you will be a good little girl and remove every stitch of clothing and submit to a detailed search." Emily was on the verge of tears. In fear she hesitated and Anna placed the pain rod on Emily's bare forearm. My wife cried out loud then reached for her ear lobes to remove her earrings. Emily watched as the jewelry disappeared into the envelope. In rapid succession her watch necklace and charm bracelet followed the earrings. Emily really began to cry when she slid her wedding and engagement rings off. "Shut off the water works or I will really give you something to cry about." barked Anna. Emily bit her lips and tried to silence herself. Anna smirked and said, "Now the clothing, prisoner." I gazed at my wife. She was wearing a striped sleeveless blouse, khaki shorts and white sandals. Emily bent to undo the clasp on her footwear. I could not believe that Jean and Anna were actually going to take things this far. I was about to rise to my feet and protest anew when I felt Rod and Ed take hold of me simultaneously. "Jack, don't make things worse." Ed said to me hotly. Realizing the wisdom of his words I reluctantly remained in my seat. I could scarcely believe my eyes as i watched Emily pull the striped blouse over her head revealing her slim taught tummy and her brassier. Emily's large breasts were restrained very enticingly by her white lacy bra. Emily looked imploringly at Jean and asked "Your honor, can I at least have some privacy?" Jean smirked and said, "Prisoners have no rights. I know that all the men here have seen naked women before, so what is one more piece of exposed female flesh?" Jean then addressed Ed, Rod, and myself. "I expect you gentlemen to remain observant. Try leaving the room or closing your eyes and my Bailiff will get to scratch her itchy trigger finger with the pain rod AND the tazer. Remember, your behavior has the potential to make things far WORSE for the prisoner." Jean, every inch the autocrat, then shot Emily a withering look and said, "Continue." Emily gasped softly as her shorts dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them. My wife was wearing one of my favorite pairs of panties, they were skimpy, lavender, and barely opaque. Emily's sweet and neatly trimmed bush was obvious to every eye in the room. Emily took a deep breath and unclasped her bra. Her eyes darted around the room, alighting on every face before Jean's sneer and Anna's waving of the pain stick caused her to drop the garment to the floor. I heard Rod next to me inhale deeply. I realized that despite his anger at what his wife was doing to Emily, he was really enjoying the chance to see her naked. Knowing my friends, I was sure Rod, as well as Ed had both fantasized about seeing my wife naked for as long as we had known each other. Lord knows I often wondered what secrets the clothing of Jean and Anna hid. With tears streaming down her cheeks Emily stepped out of her panties. Her ivory flesh fairly glowed under the lighting of the rec room. Anna had her kep her hands at her sides and turn in a slow circle several times. It took my every fiber of restraint to not fly to my wife's side when Anna donned a pair of latex gloves and probed, her mouth, her pussy and her anus." After ensuring that Emily was thoroughly humiliated, Anna looked up at Jean and announced, "The prisoner is clean, your Honor." Jean beamed and said "Very good Bailiff. Escort her to the showers and see that she is properly attired. And have her get rid of that bush. I like my prisoners smooth!" Anna led my wife to a door I knew led to the first floor bathroom. Once she was out of earshot I rose to confront Jean. "OK Jean," I said, "You have made your point. I am sure that Emily will regret having lost your jewelry for the rest of her life. It is time to call this charade off!!" Jean looked irritated and replied, "Mr. Cook. Your wants and desires have no impact on these proceedings. I am sorry that your wife needed to be punished but she DID agree to abide by my authority. If you do not sit back down and behave yourself for this weekend, I assure you that what I just put her through will be a complete lark compared to what I really want to do. Emily has long needed a comeuppance. If you don't make waves, Jack I will not be relatively gentle with my prisoner. Perhaps you can relax and find some pleasure in this weekend." With that Jean winked at me. Not knowing what else to do, I returned to my seat. Ed and Rod were sympathetic to my position. Under their breath they spoke to me, reminding me of our earlier conversations about our wives dysfunctional relationship. We had all realized that things were going to blow up between the three of them. None of us could have predicted this however. A short time later Anna escorted Emily back into the room. We men were all stunned. Her hair was still wet from the shower and it had been obvious that she had been crying quite intently. Her clothing was the big shock however. Emily was clad in a midriff baring skin tight white top with the number 0725 in black lettering prominent over her heaving bosom. She wore translucent black panties which did noting to hide the crack of her magnificent ass or obscure a single millimeter of her freshly shaven mound. Each leg was encased in a black thigh high stocking with a seam running up the back. On her feet, tall and painful looking black stilettos. Jean smiled ear to ear and said, "Ah that is more like it. Prisoner your number is now 0725. There is an explanation for that number choice. Zero is what you are. Seventy Two is for how many hours your sentence will last and five is the number of people present who have authority over you. Of course your husband's authority is severely limited. Now you are going to vacuum every inch of carpeting in this cabin. After that you will be scrubbing floors for a while and then it is off to your cell for the evening. You MUST ask permission to use the bathroom while you are working. My Bailiff or myself will supervise your bathroom visits. As for your cell;. that has a nice bucket for your use. Now get to work!" Emily rubbed her teary eyes and made her way over to the alcove where Rod and Jean kept their vacuum and other cleaning materials. Anna was hot on her heels, waving her pain wand menacingly. I watched appalled as Anna and Jean put Emily through about four hours of physically exhausting toil. They made my wife go over the carpets again and again. After two hours of carpet work she was on all fours scrubbing the kitchen floor and the foyer. Judge Jean Emily's brief clothing maximized her humiliation. Still I had to admit that seeing her in the four point position, her breasts jiggling from effort and her panties not even concealing her luscious ass was arousing despite myself. I KNOW that I caught Rod and Ed checking out my wife with something aside from simple concern in their eyes. At long last Emily was allowed to retire to a large closet which had been cleared of everything save a an air mattress, a bucket with a toilet seat attached, a roll of toilet paper, and a flashlight. Despite my protests Jean led Emily into the closet and locked it from the outside. I imagined that it was a very dark and lonely place for my wife. To Emily's credit, she was able to get a handle on her emotions and had stopped crying hours ago. I could tell that right now she was just pissed off and embarrassed. I was only allowed to tell Emily "I love you." through the door before Jean and Anna warned me away. I was extremely angry at Jean and Anna. I wanted to talk to Rod and Ed about how I felt. Clearly they shared my feelings but were leery about expressing their feelings in front of their wives. Unlike me, they had to sleep with them tonight. I knew that some intense conversations would be going on in the other bedrooms in the cabin. Capping off the night was something that should not have come as a surprise, the sound of the bedroom door being locked from the outside. I had a very hard time getting any sleep. I kept thinking about my poor wife locked away in a pitch black closet. Nothing she had done merited this treatment. I conceived of all manner of escape scenarios. They all ended however in failure. Without keys, there was no way to start the car and therefore no way to escape. The cabin was too remote for cell phone service so I could not call for help. There was a computer in Rod and jean's room attached to the only phone line in the house. It was dial up service but I was sure that even if I could get into their bedroom, I would discover that Jean had hidden the or disabled the modem. No matter how I worked it Emily would end up going through a fresh hell tomorrow. Disgusted, I drifted off to a restless slumber. About three AM I heard a key in the lock and the door to my room opened. In the moonlight I spied beautiful raven hair Jean. She was wearing a very slinky and VERY short filmy night gown. I realized that I had never seen so much of her body before. Not even during trips to the beach. Before I could say anything Jean closed the door behind her and motioned for me to remain silent. In a nonce she was at my side. "Jack," she whispered "Anna and I thought about this weekend for a long time. Emily is a very nice person but even you must concede that sh is more than a little arrogant. I was reluctant to loan her the bracelet and the pearls in the first place. She will think long and hard about what she has done after this weekend is over.' I opened my mouth to speak but Jean pressed her finger to my lips. She continued, "Anna and I thought that this weekend, while being exactly what Emily deserves is rather unfair to you." As Jean had spoken this last sentence her left hand worked its way under the covers of my bed and into my pajama bottoms! I was now too stunned to reply. "That is why," she continued, " that Anna and I decided that we should each give you a solid." Despite my intentions, My member became rock hard as Jean's soft hand encircled and began tugging at it. She planted a kiss on my stunned lips and worked the sheets and my pajama bottoms down. In stunned silence I watched the wedding ring of the wife of one of my closest friends pump away. There was a great deal of talent in that hand. "I know you can be a good boy, Jack." she cooed. "We really are not going to do much more than humiliate Emily, the worst is over, and it would be so nice if you kept your interference to a minimum. Now what does EVERY husband want? He wants what you are getting right now. Jack, If we have your cooperation, Anna will sneak out of bed tomorrow and give you the most wonderful blow job you ever had. The night after that I will give you something REALLY special. And all you have to do is stay out of the way." I gazed into Jean's pale blue eyes, my mind still seeking words of reply when I came in torrents all over myself and Jean's hand. My visitor stood up, pulled off the gossamer wisp she was wearing and used it to mop up my semen. I was in awe as I gazed at Jean's spectacular naked body. I SHOULD have told her to go fuck herself, that I could not be bribed. My mind compiled a list of words I should have said in reply but no sound ensued. Instead my mind was contemplating the succulent mouth and stark white teeth of Anna. I also really wanted to know what Jean had in store for me in the future. I realized that made me a very poor husband. It also made me a very normal red blooded male. Jean stood in the doorway of my room, the light was better there. My eyes took a very extensive tour of her charming physique. She nodded and then closed and locked my door. I expected to be wracked with guilt, instead i fell into a blissful slumber. Early the next morning we all watched as Emily's closet door was opened. My wife had had a obviously had horrible night. It appeared that she had not slept much if at all. There was a powerful stink from her waste bucket. I was sure that spending all night with that smell did not help Emily's sleeping ability. Emily was ordered to empty her bucket and rinse it out in the bathroom before Anna and Jean eased up a bit and let her sit at the breakfast table with the rest of us, "0725," said Jean "today you will wash every window, launder the drapes and scour the bathrooms. If you finish those jobs in a timely manner you get to retire to your cell early. You get one hug and one extended kiss from your husband, that is going to have to last you all day." Emily's bleary eyes met Jean's and she nodded her assent. I realized that Emily had passed beyond her initial humiliation. She sat at the table, seemingly oblivious to her attire. The tight top exposed every contour of her nipples but Emily did not bring her hands up to hide them from view. I noticed that Ed and Rod were sensitive enough to give the appearance of not staring at my wife's enticing form. However, I caught them drinking her in when Emily's attention was focused elsewhere. After a first class breakfast, I stood and tightly hugged my wife. As always she felt divine in my arms. Her kiss was amazingly passionate. Before she pulled away Emily whispered in my ear, "I'll be all right Jack, and I WILL get even." Just as she finished speaking these words, Anna reappeared in her bailiff costume and stood over Emily. My wife needed no further demonstrations of any of Anna's implements of pain, she set right to work. We husbands needed some time away from this spectacle of humiliation so the three of us grabbed our fishing equipment and took a hike through the woods to the trout stream. For most of the rest of the day, Ed, Rod and myself managed to hook enough trout for dinner, drink beer, and talk. Ed and Rod were very sympathetic but there was little they could do. Both of them had been married long enough to know that their wives possessed stubborn streaks a mile wide. Both had tried to talk some sense into their spouses but Jean and Anna were firm. Both made it very clear to their husbands that the threat of cutting off sex was not an idle threat. "After she threatened to cut me off till my balls turned blue she showed me what I would get if I acquiesced," said Rod. "My God, she was sluttier than on our honeymoon!" I could tell by the sly smile on Ed's face that Anna had been similarly enthusiastic. I decided to not mention Jean's hand job or the prospect of the promised performance from Anna. After a lot of heartfelt conversation we decided that this was a matter best handled by the women themselves. I did mention Emily's threat to get even. "When she does," said Rod, "I hope that I am there to witness it." "I feel the same way." echoed Ed. The day spent in the wilderness being alpha males had us all feeling quite mellow when we returned to the cabin. Upon opening the front door, all three of us spied Emily re-hanging a curtain. She was standing on a chair, her body stretched out full length to reach the curtain rod. Our path of entry passed her practically naked ass and hairless sex at eye level. I did not blame my friends for staring, the view was spectacular. Rod cleaned the fish and Anna preformed culinary wonders with them. While Anna cooked, Jean rode herd on Emily. Emily was permitted to eat dinner with us. She looked very tired. I could tell by the condition of the windows and drapes that Anna and Jean had worked her hard. After dinner Rod put on a couple of movies. Emily spent most of that time cleaning the bathrooms. Jean decided to give Emily a bit of break because she had worked without complaint. Emily sat next to me for the last hour of the final movie. I delighted in being able to wrap my arm about her. I barely noticed the fact that she smelled like cleanser, detergent and sweat. Anna had Emily prepare for bed and locked her away in her closet cell. As she locked the door, her eyes met mine. Certain that Ed was not looking, she winked at me. I had to quickly adjust how I stood to keep my sudden stiffy from showing. Very tired after a log day, everyone turned in. I could tell by the slight spring in their steps that Ed and Rod were looking forward to how their wives would surprise them. As I settled into my lonely queen sized bed I wondered at what hour Anna would show up. Already I could feel her soft pink tongue on my nether regions. That wonderful thought helped me drift off to some really wonderful dreams. I awoke to the sight of the floor lamp in my room turning on. The alarm clock on the night stand read 4:25 AM. In the cone of light cast by the lamp stood Anna. She was wearing one of the Victoria Secret ensembles that caused wet dreams in thirteen year old boys everywhere. My eyes hungrily drunk in the slim for of the wife of my best friend. Her medium sized but pert breasts were held in place by a black lacy shelf bra. I could see her areolas through the material. Her nipples were erect. Black stockings were held up by a gossamer garter belt. Anna wore no panties with the outfit. Standing out in the electric glare against her pale skin was her lovely golden thatched box. I'm sure my jaw fell open because Anna smiled and stifled a laugh. Very softly she spoke, "Much more flattering than that Bailiff outfit, right?" I nodded my head and Anna stepped to the side of the bed. Like a skilled seductress, she lowered the sheets and my pajama bottoms from around my throbbing manhood. Then her tongue was darting all over my hot flesh. Emily is TERRIFIC at blow Jobs. Anna however was on a whole different level. Three our four times she brought me to the edge of orgasm and then, almost torturously, walked me back. When I was panting heavily, afraid that I would cry out and cause both of us to be discovered, Anna finished me off with a flourish. She opened her mouth when she was done to demonstrate that she had swallowed every drop. This task over, Anna whispered in my ear "That's for being a good boy yesterday. Remember to be good today as well." Then she laughed softly, exited my room and locked the door behind her. Instantly I felt tremendous guilt. My wife was locked away in a closet as celibate as a nun and here I was messing around with two women she had known for years. Suddenly I felt like a co-conspirator with Anna and Jean. I also felt guilt for betraying my best friends, Rod and Ed. A few moments later I felt even worse when I realized that All I could think about was whatever surprise Jean had in store for me. Instinctively, I knew that I could NEVER confess to anyone what had transpired in this room. Feeling like the world's biggest cad I fell into a restless sleep. Emily looked better later that morning when her closet cell was opened. I could tell that she had gotten a decent amount of sleep. The stink from her bucket was also not as bad. Emily actually cracked a few jokes at the kitchen table. I did notice as she sat next to me that she really needed a bath. I held her hand out of sight of the others and we lovingly exchanged squeezes. I took a slow look about the table. It occurred to me that I was the only man at the table who actually knew what all the wives looked like naked. Each was enchanting in their own way but I found Emily the most desirable and not just because I was married to her. I knew that our relationship with our friends had been irrevocably altered. My best friends now knew every inch of Emily. I on the other hand, knew their wives in a way that, if I ever spilled the beans, could result in all three marriages ending in divorce. It is a very good thing that I have the ability to bury secrets and keep them interred forever. Each of the women reminded me of a great cat. Emily was a tiger, rare beautiful and graceful. Anna was a puma, a great tawny haired bit of loveliness, a supreme hunter. The more petite Jean seemed to be a South American panther, a dark haired, spirited thing of beauty, crafty and deadly. As breakfast wound down Jean announced "Today number 0275 you will be painting the floor in the store room, cleaning all of the light fixtures and as many loads of laundry as I can get out of you. Regrettably, I will have to free you tomorrow at 9:00 AM. Anna and I have gone through your luggage, we picked out the cutest outfit for you to reenter society in. I hope that you have learned a valuable lesson in responsibility, sister." Emily gazed directly at her and replied coldly "Oh yes your Honor, I have learned a great deal this weekend." Ed, Rod, and I took a long hike to get away from the excess of estrogen filling the cabin. We could just tell that Anna and Jean were going to be especially nasty to Emily as they got their last licks in. As we talked we discussed ideas as to how my wife could get even. "Jean needs a thorough, intense spanking." said Rod. "Ooh, I'll spank her!" volunteered Ed. "I'll bet you would, you pervert, I'll bet you imagine my wife's naked ass across your lap many times!" retorted Rod. "Yeah, like YOU would turn down the opportunity to spank Anna" replied Ed in a mocking tone. "In all seriousness", continued Ed in a clear even voice."It has to be something humiliating and memorable. Nudity being involved can only be a plus." Rod began speaking next, "Look, Jack, Ed and I are very sorry for staring too intently at Emily in her current situation and attire, but she is really beautiful and none of us are gay." "Don't worry about it guys." I replied. "Were I in your shoes I would be taking long delicious looks myself." "I almost wish you could see Jean naked. It might atone a bit for the way she has been treating your Emily." stated Rod. I wore my best poker face and replied, "That's a nice offer, Rod but she is YOUR wife." "You will never know for yourself, Jack, but I can assure you that Anna is a natural blonde." bragged Ed. "Guys" I said, "Lets talk about something else. "After all I'm the only guy in the cabin who isn't getting laid!" My pronouncement made Rod and Ed break out in a laugh and we switched topics to sports and fishing. I felt a bit funny inside, but my involvement with Jean and Anna had been their idea not mine. I did not feel guilty enough to confess anything. However, I did wonder begin to wonder if Jean and Anna saw seducing me as an extension of their humiliation of Emily. Suddenly their activities took on a more nefarious purpose. Even so I could not get the captivating forms of my best friend's wives out of my mind. I knew that I was now an active participant in the conspiracy, and I was committed to seeing it through. We men talked for a bit longer and then made our way back to the cabin. We found a paint spattered Emily carrying a load of folded laundry. That she had built up a stink from her constant exertions and foul living conditions was evident in the way that Rod and Ed's noses twitched, and the fact that they moved down wind of her. Noting that for the moment she was not under supervision, I ignored her body odor, embraced her and stole a kiss. I wanted her to know that she still had my support. I stepped away before tall Anna re-entered the room. Emily had done such a good job, that Anna and jean began to run out of things for her to do. Despite the presence of a first rate mechanical dishwasher, Emily had to shine every bit of glassware in the house and hand wash the dishes after each meal. Perhaps Jean and Anna felt a bit sorry for how hard they were driving my wife. For an hour before she was exiled to her closet cell for the final time, she was permitted to partner with me as all three couples played Pictionary. Ordinarily Emily excels at that game but this night she knew better than to win, so all of her drawings looked alike. My eye kept drifting to third finger of Emily's left hand. It was so strange seeing her without her wedding ring. Not counting the few times while it was being cleaned in the store where I had purchased it while we shopped; this was the first time she had been without it. To me Emily was still radiant. I was not put off by her greasy hair, the skimpy clothing practically welded to her body by perspiration and the many flecks of paint scattered over her skin and clothing. I got to give Emily a long passionate kiss before she was sent to her final night in the box. "Tomorrow, honey, all of this will be behind you." I told her as we parted. "Yes, 0725 tomorrow the warden issues his pardon. I suppose that I will have to satisfied with the punishment we have doled out to you. It is not as gratifying as what I really wanted, a tar and feathering." said Jean condescendingly. "I'll just be happy to get a shower" said Emily just before the door closed and she was locked in. Even though it was not especially late Ed and Anna and Jean and Rod turned in for the night. Since Jean and Anna feared that I would release Emily form her cell, I had to go to bed as well. I sat up reading in my room. When not reading, I was contemplating all the things that had occurred over the last few days. I also tried to convince myself that I was not massively intrigued by Jean's promised visit. I had to admit that I found Jean more attractive than Anna. Both were equally beautiful but I just always preferred dark haired women. Jean was petite and perfectly formed, whereas the other two women in the cabin were taller and just as perfectly formed. Anna was the tallest. She and Ed, if they ever did have kids, would produce basketball players. Jean and Rod would turn out gaming nerds or scientists. I thought of Emily and myself and decided that we would probably produce lovely children who were chronically underemployed. My mind reeling with guilt, curiosity and lust, finally shut itself down as I drifted off to sleep well past midnight. Jean woke me up in the most delightful manner possible. I had decided to sleep naked. Around four A.M. I became aware of another naked body pushing up against mine. I awoke to find Jean in my arms. "Good morning, Jack." she said, "as a reward for being a very good boy you can have what ever you want, except my fucking my pussy, that belongs to Rod. Everything else is on the table including anal." she winked, planted a kiss on my amazed lips and wriggled her naked pelvis against my own. My penis went from flaccid to full mast faster than a foreign sports car going from zero to sixty. Once Ed, Rod, and myself, when we had been alone at the cabin, had gotten drunk and we all confessed to each other that we would fuck each others wives if the opportunity ever presented itself. The next morning, hung over, we had lied and told each other that we had been bullshitting. That conversation came back to me now. On that night none of us had ever conceived of a scenario like my current situation. It had been things like "If you died." or "If your wife and I were both kidnapped by bad guys." Scenarios that most men had created when they were teenagers and which they never quite outgrew. I don't think that there is enough alcohol in the entire world for me to get drunk enough to come up with. "If your wife were to humiliate mine..." Judge Jean Aware that we had to keep sound to a minimum I directed Jean to turn over. Since she had offered her ass, I felt justified in taking it. Jean's ass is spectacular. I had to admit that her derriere was even nicer than Emily's and I have seen scores of men gape open mouthed when my wife sashayed past. I wrapped my body around Jean's, reveling in feel and scent. I DID think about my wife, locked away in the dark with a bucket for her waste, but I deliberately pushed the vision out of my mind. Being good hosts, Rod and jean kept lubricant in the drawer of every hight stand in their house. I retrieved the tube in my room and gently, yet thoroughly coated Jean's anus and my modest sized cock. Progressing ,millimeter by millimeter, I finally buried myself deep into the ass of the wife of my best friend. Jean buried her face in a pillow so that the sounds of her pleasure would not give us away. Muffled as they were the sounds were music to my ears. I could tell that it was not play acting, I was really turning her on. I had to really fight to stifle my gasps of contentment as I came in one of the most satisfying orgasms of my life. Jean snuggled with me for only a few minuets after I finished. While Jean's body language and the expression on her face indicated that wanted to linger and enjoy the afterglow both of knew what would happen if Rod were to wake up alone. Jean thanked me and then made her exit, slinking away like a panther on the way back to her lair. Once I heard the door to my room lock I fell into immediate slumber. I slept so well that I nearly overslept the nine A.M. freeing of Emily. Once again Jean was in her judge's robe and Anna wore a fierce face as acting bailiff. Emily blinked as her eyes focused to the daylight streaming through the windows. Jean rapped her gavel and announced, "Emily Hartmann Cook, it is the opinion of this court that you have fulfilled all of the terms of your imprisonment. You are free to reenter society. Bailiff Anna is going to supervise your showering and return your valuables. Your dress is laid out on the bed in my room." Emily emerged a short time later. Despite her ordeal she appeared to be in fine shape. I was pleasantly surprised at the outfit they had chosen for Emily. They chose her short denim dress. The frock was one of my favorites as it showed off her fine legs. The bodice was tight but covered all of her. I supposed that even Jean and Anna had regretted somewhat how much they had exposed Emily. My wife smelled fresh and new from the shower and was wearing her favorite perfume. I was overjoyed to clasp her in my arms again. Everybody else in the room applauded when we kissed. Jean and Anna put on civilian clothing and for the next few hours Jean was a perfectly delightful hostess. Anna cooked a wonderful lunch and she and Jean cleaned up after the meal. Emily tried to put on a bold face but she was obviously still upset from her ill treatment by women she considered her closest friends. I knew that we would have a very long drive home with lots of conversation. All of us had to be out of the cabin by late afternoon to return to the city. Jean and Rod would close up the house and leave last. When it was time for us to go Jean produced my car keys and Emily's purse. As we pulled away from the Madison's cabin Emily turned to me and said, "After My anger has cooled we will talk. I have nothing to say right now honey, other than, if it takes me the rest of my life I will get even with those two." Emily stared into my face and followed with, "Promise me, honey that you will never sleep with either of those whores. Not that you would, but I could handle you having an affair with a total stranger, but if you fucked either of them I would cut your heart out with a dull knife and laugh while I watched you die." I lovingly stroked Emily's thigh and replied, "In all honesty, honey, the idea of screwing those two is an idea that would NEVER occur to me."