2 comments/ 53693 views/ 16 favorites The Politician's Wife Ch. 02 By: 0131aj Wendy had spent a sleepless night. The party had ended late but that wasn't what had kept her awake. Her mind was a whirl as she tried to reconcile the fact that when she had hugged her friend, Alison, she had been assaulted by the unmistakeable scent of sex. Worse still, was the equally strong scent of her own husband's aftershave. Peter always wore that brand and it was so expensive she doubted if anyone else at the party would buy it. Besides it was he who had led Alison from the party to show her an email from her own husband but that was obviously just an excuse for them to find some time alone. The more she thought about it, the more she realised that Alison had been missing from the party for some time. She couldn't remember seeing Peter during that time either but she had assumed he was mingling with the other guests. It was certainly a large enough house, and a large enough guest list for her not to have thought twice about that. Not, at least, until she had embraced her so-called friend and suddenly knew what they had been doing. As soon as she looked Alison in the eyes she knew the truth but, being the professional politician's wife, she did not make a scene. Instead, she had retired to bed as soon as the last of the guests had left and began to think about what to do next. Wendy never did anything without planning her moves in advance but this had totally shocked her. As soon as Peter had left for work, Wendy went through to his office. Now, sitting at his desk, she wondered what she should look for and what she should do should she find anything. She decided to start with his computer and see if there had been any secret emails between her husband and that bitch. She knew Peter had had countless affairs but he had always kept them away from the home they shared, away from their family, but now he had brought it to their doorstep and she had to find out exactly how much trouble she was in. A long time ago she had discovered his password which had privately amused her since it was their wedding date he had used. Wendy often thought of that day as the day everything had started to go wrong; or that night. Wendy was still a virgin on their wedding day and it was only when they left their wedding celebrations to retire to the honeymoon suite that she found out just what Peter was looking for in a wife. She had been shocked the first time she saw him naked, not by his physical presence but by the size of his erect penis. Wendy didn't have anything else to measure her new husband against but it looked enormous and, although she knew what was expected of her, she just couldn't imagine how such a thing was possible. "That" thing could never fit inside her, could it? Peter had been surprisingly gentle with her and, although it hurt like nothing she had ever known, she gritted her teeth and performed her wifely duties. It was only when he "finished" and she began to feel him soften inside her that things started to go wrong. He suggested to her that she might want to clean his "cock" with her mouth. God, she hated that word. The thought of doing what he wanted repulsed her and she told him so in no uncertain terms. To his credit, Peter hadn't pushed her that night and they both soon fell asleep in each other's arms. In the weeks and months that followed, however, his demands had become more and more insistent and more and more depraved. Eventually she had to tell him that sex was simply a means of making babies and that was all it would ever be to her. If he had to do these other things then he would have to find someone else to do them with. And so, over the years, their intimacies had grown less and less frequent and, now that they were getting a bit older, she had thought that there would be no more concerns in that area. She had even considered inviting her husband back to her bed, certain that he would now feel the same way. Obviously, she was wrong. She entered the password, hit the return key and the computer sprang to life. As the desktop became available she saw to her horror that she wouldn't even have to search through his emails. There, facing her, was a new folder with the simple title, "ALISON". Wendy simply stared at the folder for a few moments, too afraid of what she might find when she opened it. Having come this far, however, she knew there was no going back. When she did eventually pluck up the courage to click on "ALISON" she was momentarily deflated. She was now faced with two new folders, one entitled "PHOTOS" and the other, "EDITED VERSION". She decided to play safe and clicked on "PHOTOS" but nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to see. There was the woman she had known all her adult life, the woman whose husband had risen through the ranks of their political Party at the same time as Peter, the woman with whom she had shared all her joys and sorrows and grown closer to every day just as their two husbands had become the two stars of the Party and, now, were the two men vying for the top job. Instead of the elegant, graceful woman she had known all these years before her was some sort of slut performing all kinds of obscene acts with her own chauffeur, in her own husband's car. And somehow these photos had found their way into Peter's possession and onto Peter's computer. Slowly, almost in shock, Wendy got up from her husband's desk and walked on shaking legs over to the drinks trolley. Pouring a very large measure of gin into the crystal glass, she added a small amount of tonic water and sat back down. Clicking on each of the small photos in turn, they enlarged to the full screen size but, if anything, that was even worse. The first showed Alison with the chauffeur's penis in her mouth. As if that wasn't bad enough, the second showed her topless, sitting on top of the chauffeur, tugging at her own nipples. Yet another showed Alison, on her hands and knees with the chauffeur kneeling behind her, pulling her head back by her blonde hair and the expression on her face told exactly what the chauffeur was doing to her. She was dressed in a way Wendy could never have imagined dressing herself. Her tiny black bra failed miserably to contain her swinging breasts and her stockings were torn, obviously from the attentions of the chauffeur. But it was Alison's knickers that both excited and disgusted Wendy. She knew what thongs were, had seen enough of them in lingerie boutiques to know that they existed but Wendy had always dismissed them as something a whore, a slut would wear. Now she could see that her friend's only protection from near nakedness was a tiny strap that separated the cheeks of her bottom but did nothing to hide her dirty hole nor anything else for that matter. Wendy was horrified and, at the same time, utterly fascinated. As she clicked on one photo after another, each one more and more depraved than the one before, she could feel her face burning in embarrassment. Getting up from the desk once more, Wendy poured herself another drink before returning to the record of her friend's depravity. As she sat down again, Wendy inadvertently squeezed her thighs together and realised with a start that she felt moist between her legs, moist in a way she hadn't felt for years. She looked back at the screen and continued to examine the photos, one by one. The more she looked, the more she drank and, transfixed as she was, Wendy realised she was getting quite drunk; quite drunk and quite aroused. She took a deep breath, took another long drink then pulled her skirt up over knees. Touching herself through her knickers, she traced her fingers up and down her slit, realising she had never touched herself like this. She wondered if she had been missing out all these years, wondered if Alison was simply doing what all her friends were doing and that she was the odd one out. Still clicking her way through the sordid photos, she hooked a finger under the elastic of her knickers and pulled them to one side, vaguely aware of how brazen she was being and of how any of the staff could walk in on her at any point. She ran one finger along her wet slit and then back up to circle her clit, her lips beginning to swell and her nipples tingling like never before. Almost instinctively her legs parted wider and she pulled her knickers further to the side before sliding her finger deep into her pussy. She realised her nipples were now as hard as bullets and quickly unbuttoned her plain blouse. Looking down she looked at her plain cotton bra and just knew that Alison probably never wore anything as plain and sexless as this. Undeterred she pulled her bra down and freed her large breasts, squeezing her nipples between fingers and thumb, one after the other, and the touch sent shock waves throughout her body that she barely recognised. Standing up she reached behind her back, opened the clip on the waistband of her skirt, pulled the zip down and let it fall to the floor. Taking another mouthful of her gin and tonic, she sat back down, pushing her plain knickers down to her knees. She couldn't believe she was doing this but seeing the image of her friend on the screen, her friend who seemed to be crying out in ecstasy as her chauffeur pummelled her pussy from behind, she pulled earnestly at both her engorged nipples before slipping one hand down to her desperate cunt. Still staring at the screen, Wendy began wanking hard, rubbing furiously at her engorged clit with two fingers while squeezing and pulling at her nipples. Her breathing was becoming fast and shallow. "'Oh my," she gasped, still the polite wife of the leader-elect of the Party, as she felt herself edging inexorably towards her climax.. "Oh, Wendy. Oh, Peter, is this what you've been talking about? Is this what I've been missing? Yes! Yes!" Her pussy was on fire now and Wendy couldn't have stopped even if the whole household staff were to suddenly walk into the room. "You fucking bitch! You filthy fucking whore!" she screamed, not knowing if she was talking to herself or to her friend as she involuntarily stretched her legs even wider, her knickers cutting into her thighs, her hips rising off her husband's chair as her fingers plunged deeper and deeper and her orgasms began to roll mercilessly through her body. It was quite some time before Wendy opened her eyes again. She suddenly felt very vulnerable and very ashamed. Her fingers were still buried in her pussy, her knickers were still at her knees and her skirt was still on the floor. "What have you done to me, Alison?" she whispered aloud. Then she asked, "More to the point, what have you done to Peter?" and she reached for the mouse and clicked on the file entitled "EDITED VERSION" which seemed to contain a video file. She never got to open it, however, because the phone on Peter's desk suddenly rang and she was so startled she reached out to answer it without waiting for the butler to do so. "Hello?" she asked, nervously, aware that her knickers were still around her knees, her fingers were still wet with her pussy juices and her nipples were still aching from all the unaccustomed attention she had just given them. "Go and get Alison and bring her to the house. Wait for me in my office. I'm on my way." Before she could say anything in reply Peter had slammed down the phone and she was left holding the receiver, wondering what she had done to be spoken to in that manner. Peter had always been brusque with the servants and with his staff but never with her, never before today, never before she had masturbated on his chair, never before she imagined that she was about to be replaced in his life by her oldest friend. For that was what she believed was about to happen. Peter was forcing her to bring her replacement to their home and then he would throw her out. Why else would he have spoken to her so rudely? There was no way he could know what she had just done, was there? But of course Peter knew. He had known for years that she had worked out his password. That was why he had installed cameras in his office when she was away on one of her trips. That was why he had insisted on being able to control them remotely. That was why he kept his laptop in his locked briefcase whenever he wasn't using it for any "private business". And that was why he had made it easy for his wife to find the "ALISON" file. He had wanted her to find it; it was all part of his plan but he could never have imagined how she would have reacted. As he watched his wife of over thirty years on his laptop as she pulled down her knickers and plunged her fingers in and out of her cunt, he smiled to himself and shifted in his seat, adjusting his erect cock into a more comfortable position. Today was going to be even more enjoyable than last night with two sluts at his mercy now. Wendy quickly pulled her knickers up and rearranged the rest of her clothing, trying hard not to think about the shameful thing she had just done. She would plead with Peter to forgive her for turning him away, for forcing him to use Alison as the source of his pleasure instead of being a good wife to him. She would place herself at his mercy and promise to do all the disgusting things that he had always wanted her to do, secretly hoping that, at their time of life, his appetites may have mellowed. But first she had to go and get her rival. She hated Alison with a passion for making her act in this way but she did not want to let her husband down so she ran out to her small Mercedes sports car and sped down the driveway, forgoing the use of her own chauffeur. She was so angry with Alison but, before she would let the bitch steal her husband, she would make her pay. Arriving quickly at Alison's front door, she banged on the door until it was opened by a startled butler. Wendy pushed past him and saw a shocked Alison coming down the stairs. "Get in my car, you whore. Peter wants you." "Just a minute, Wendy. You can't speak to me like that, especially not in my own home." "If you're not sitting in my car in one minute flat I will show every one of our friends a copy of you sucking your chauffeur's cock. Let's see how high and mighty you are then." With that she turned and walked back out the door, back down the steps and back to her cat. She left a shocked butler standing, not knowing what to say, and a thoroughly embarrassed Alison who ran after her friend, trying vainly to smile at her butler, explaining far too quickly that Wendy had been joking. She had barely sat down on the soft leather seat when Wendy sped off down the impressive driveway. "You really are a slut, aren't you? How could I have known you all these years and never realised that you were nothing but a cheap tart?" "Wendy, please don't speak to me like that. What have I done to you to make you turn on me like this?" "Well, I suppose trying to steal my husband would be the answer to that," replied the other woman sarcastically. "What?! I'm not trying to steal Peter. I love John. If anyone has done anything wrong here it's your husband. He forced me to do all sorts of disgusting things last night. Wendy, he's blackmailing me." Wendy did a quick re-evaluation and realised that she had got things very wrong. She knew that Peter was more than capable of a bit of blackmail if it got him what he wanted. Nevertheless, she liked the way Alison had responded when she had ordered her to get into the car and if Peter could blackmail her with the photos, why couldn't she? "I suppose I could forgive you but you'll have to make it worth my while." "Anything, Wendy; I'll do anything to be your friend again." Alison thought she had found a new ally in the horrible situation she was in. She couldn't have been more wrong as Wendy smiled to herself cruelly and she told the other woman to open her blouse. "I can't do that, Wendy. Anyone could see me, especially in this car." "Either open your blouse right now or all our friends will see the photos of your chauffeur fucking you in your husband's car. I thought you liked taking your clothes off in cars so this shouldn't be so difficult for a slut like you." Alison knew she was defeated again and that her predicament was now even worse than it had been last night. Now two people had seen the photos and she had to ensure that no-one else ever got that chance, especially not her high-society friends. Hanging her head, her face blushing furiously, she slowly pulled her blouse out from the waistband of her tight skirt and began to open the buttons. One by one they revealed her small white, lacy bra until her breasts were in full view. Anyone driving in the opposite direction would know just how well endowed the respectable woman was in the breast area. "Pull your bra down." "Please, Wendy, don't do this. I'll give you anything you want and I'll never even talk to Peter again." "Have it your way then. As soon as we get to my house I will start sending the emails." Alison knew she had no choice and began to peel her lacy cups down over her large breasts. Her nipples were standing out like bullets and she was even more ashamed of this than she was of having to expose herself. She knew that it proved her body was responding to her new humiliation and she could only hope that Wendy hadn't noticed. It was a forlorn hope. "Look at your nipples, you slut. You're enjoying this, aren't you? Well if you're enjoying it so much let me see you play with them." Wendy didn't recognise herself now. She was thoroughly enjoying this feeling of power she had over her friend but she was also uncomfortably aware that she was becoming moist again between her legs. She shifted slightly in her seat and wondered if she was secretly as much of a slut as the woman sitting next to her. Alison didn't know how her friend was feeling. She thought she was being cruel just because she could. She could no longer deny, however, exactly what she herself was feeling and she too could feel her pussy start to tingle as she became more and more aroused. The chance that anyone might see her as she was driven around topless seemed to heighten her sensitivity and when she raised her hands to her breasts she gasped out loud and how good it felt to touch herself. Taking her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, she closed her eyes and leaned back, unable to prevent the soft moans of pleasure from escaping her lips. Neither did she notice, as Wendy had, that a large truck was approaching them on the other side of the road. Wendy slowed down and allowed the slow moving vehicle to drive towards them. As the driver looked down in appreciation at the small sports car coming towards him he noticed the topless woman in the front seat playing with her nipples. He immediately blew his horn loudly and Alison's eyes sprang open just as the truck passed them. "Oh, God, Wendy; who was that?" "Just another man for you to expose yourself to, you slut. Now get dressed; we're almost there." Alison shamefacedly pulled her bra back into place and refastened the buttons on her blouse, quickly tucking it into her skirt just as Wendy drew up at her front door. Not another word was passed between the women as they made their way to the back of the house. To Wendy's dismay they entered the office to find Peter already sitting at his desk and he didn't look happy. "I warned you not to be late." "I'm sorry, Peter, but your latest whore held me back," replied his wife, firmly laying the blame on Alison. "Shut up, you whore. You have both disgraced yourselves in this office over the last twenty four hours. Sit down and pay attention to the screen." The two nervous women sat down together on the large leather sofa and turned to the TV screen, not sure what they were about to see, although Alison had a very good idea. The Politician's Wife Ch. 02 It was worse, much worse, however, than she could ever have imagined. She squirmed beside Wendy as she realised she had been tricked. The film on the TV was replaying everything that had happened last night; well, almost everything. It had been very carefully edited to remove Peter's name, and every shot of his face. What it did show was that she was the instigator in everything that had happened to her and she knew it would look worse, so much worse, than anything the photos could have shown. Wendy was shaking nervously too but not only at the depraved film of her husband and her best friend on the screen. She knew that if all of the events of last night had been secretly caught on camera then so too would her shameful actions of this morning. She managed to raise her head to look at her husband and it was at her he was glowering. Peter couldn't have ever imagined how perfectly his plan was going to work out but he was determined to use this opportunity to its fullest. His wife was never going to say no to him again but it was to her best friend he turned first. "Stand up, slut and take off your blouse." Standing as she was told, no doubt in her mind that it was she he was addressing, Alison looked at Peter in fear and at Wendy in shame. Both of them were waiting for her to strip and she knew she had no choice as even now the depths of her depravity were playing on the large TV screen. She longed to explain to her friend again that she had been blackmailed by Peter, that she had had no choice. But she realised that the other woman was no longer her friend and that the only way to get through this without her own husband finding out was to do exactly what Peter demanded. She raised her bowed head and tried to summon up a look of defiance as she reached for the top button of her white blouse. One by one the buttons were unfastened before she pulled her blouse out from her skirt and removed it. As she dropped it she thought to herself that at any other moment she would have been proud of the bulge in the front of Peter's trousers as he now stood before her, all too aware that it was her breasts on display in her lacy white bra that was exciting him. One look at Wendy, however, was enough to dispel any sense of achievement or pleasure. The other woman was glaring at her, the look of disgust all too plain on her face. Alison could never have imagined Wendy getting herself into such a horrible situation and the fact that Peter had brought in her to witness her further humiliation only heightened her shame. "Do I have to tell you everything, you stupid cunt? What are you waiting for? Lose the skirt." Both women flinched at such crude language but neither was prepared to complain about it. She reached behind herself and pulled down the zip. Her skirt was shorter than she would normally have worn and a little tight so she had to wriggle her hips a little to get it over them. Once that obstacle had been passed, she simply dropped it to the floor, stepped out of it and stood there in her matching bra and tiny white thong. She hadn't expected to be going out so she had not put on any stockings but maybe that was a good thing as they had only seemed to inflame Peter's lust last night. Rather than earn another rebuke from her tormentor, she took a deep breath before reaching around her back again, this time her arms arching upwards, and opened the clips on her favourite bra. With one last attempt at modesty she held the cups of the bra over her breasts as she eased the straps off with her other hand. "Forget it, slut. Show my wife your saggy tits." Alison knew her breasts dropped a little, what woman of her age could say otherwise, but they were certainly not as saggy as Wendy's. However, Peter's cruel words and the fact that she was being forced to expose herself in front of another woman, never mind that that woman was supposed to be her best friend, only served to deepen her shame. But just like the previous evening, with each new humiliation came further feelings of lust as her nipples stiffened once more and her pussy tingled. She knew she had reached the point of no return and now it was time to remove her last piece of clothing. Standing in her high heels she slipped her trembling hands into the waistband of her thong and pushed it down. Inch by tantalising inch she lowered it until her shaven cunt became visible and she heard a gasp from Wendy. Her friend liked to think that she was a woman of the world. She knew that some women shaved themselves "down there" but she had presumed that they were just whores and sluts, not so-called pillars of the establishment like Alison. She suddenly became very conscious and very shy of her own hairy pussy and offered up a silent prayer that Peter would not force her to strip too. "Lie down on my desk, slut." Alison dreaded what was coming next but all she could do was obey. Easing her bottom on to the hard wooden desk, she once again tried to protect her modesty by keeping her legs together, as she lay down. She was so ashamed at the thought of her friend looking at her naked pussy but she was even more terrified that Wendy would see how wet she was becoming and know that her awful situation was turning her on. Peter took his wife by the hand and dragged her up from the couch. Wendy was horrified at the thought of being so close to a naked woman and she recoiled at the smell of Alison's arousal. "Whore. Open her legs and take a good look at your friend's cunt." Both women were equally horrified by this latest instruction and shivered in their fear. Wendy however knew better than to disobey Peter when he was so obviously enraged already. Alison knew her friend had no more choice than she did and tried to relax as Wendy put her own hands on her friend's knees and began to push them apart. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and so ashamed as she knew the husband and wife standing looking at her bald pussy would be able to see just how aroused she was. Her swollen lips, her moist slit told their own story and Alison realised she was close to tears. "Whore, play with your friend's pussy. Make her cum." Nothing could have prepared the women for this and Wendy wasn't even sure she knew what to do. Peter had other thoughts. "Don't start acting shy now, you fucking whore. You sat in that chair this morning and wanked your cunt like a slut as you stared at photos of your friend being fucked. Don't make me tell you twice." So he did know. Wendy felt so ashamed while Alison could only wonder in amazement at this latest revelation. Had her friend really been turned on by looking at her being fucked by the chauffeur? Had she really wanked herself as she looked at photos of her friend sucking a man's cock? She had no reason to doubt Peter's words and, as Wendy came closer, she realised it was true. The other woman hesitated and, as her husband saw her doing so, he grabbed the remote control from his desk and suddenly the scene on the TV changed. Wendy immediately saw herself sitting at Peter's desk and knew she must do what he commanded or her disgrace would be there in graphic detail on the screen. Pleading with her husband to go back to the film of Alison, she advanced on her friend. Alison's whole body flinched when her oldest friend suddenly touched the moist lips of her pussy with just the tips of her fingers. Wendy may have been an absolute beginner when it came to touching another woman but she knew what she had enjoyed earlier when she had touched herself, sitting at that same desk, and she simply did the same to Alison. It felt very strange, very dirty and very arousing to touch another woman so intimately. She knew her own pussy was dripping just as much as Alison's and prayed to herself that no-one would ever discover this. Maybe if she did a good job with the woman prone before her Peter would forgive her for she was delighted to see that the screen had reverted to Alison's fucking as she had begged. As Wendy became more bold, Alison felt her fingers sliding along her wet slit while one finger from her other hand slowly circled her engorged clit, teasing it but never staying on it long enough to give Alison the release she dreaded and longed for. As if by accident Wendy slipped one finger into her friends hungry cunt, while the finger circling her clit became more and more urgent with its teasing. Alison could not stop the lustful moans that now escaped from her mouth as her whole body began to tremble. "She's almost there, whore. Open her up and take a good look at how wet a slut should be." Desperate to be seen as an obedient wife, Wendy used both hands to stretch her friend's pussy lips apart, amazed at just how wide Alison could go. "Now lick her." Wendy jumped back, shocked, as if she had been physically struck. "Please, Peter, don't make me do that. I just can't. I've never done anything like this before and I've certainly never done that." "You'll do whatever I tell you to do, you fucking whore. But I'll make you the same deal I made your slut of a friend. Do as I say, everything I say, or walk away now without doing anything else and I'll immediately email the film of you wanking to all our family, including the kids and grandchildren." Once again Wendy felt as if she had been struck, only now the pain was mixed with the fear rising from the pit of her stomach. She could never allow anyone to see that film, let alone her children or her beloved grandchildren. She hung her head in shame, almost wishing she could close her eyes as she sank to her knees and prepared to taste a woman for the first time ever. If only her body would stop betraying her and her pussy would stop tingling at each new instruction, at each new humiliation. Alison felt the hot breath of her friend on her wet, exposed cunt and had to grip the desk for support as the first woman to ever be intimate with her stretched out her tongue and began to lick her sensitive lips. What Wendy lacked in experience she more than made up for in enthusiasm as she tried her best to please her husband. Alison could do nothing but surrender herself to the lust that her friend was causing in one part of her body but which seemed to be felt everywhere else too. Waves of pleasure surged through her naked body as Alison's tongue flicked over and over her clit and that was enough to send her over the edge. Her whole body tensed and shook as Wendy focussed all her attention on Alison's clit while still driving just that one finger deep into her friend's cunt. She screamed out uncontrollably, no longer caring if any member of the household staff might hear her as the biggest orgasm of her entire life racked her body. It took more than a few moments for her body to stop trembling and for her orgasm to subside. When she found the strength to open her eyes Peter was standing over her, naked, looking down on her with hunger and lust in his own. Wendy stood up, shocked to see her husband's erect cock after all these years. She would have been even more shocked if she had looked in the mirror and seen her mouth wet with Alison's juices. The two women now turned their eyes to Peter or, more accurately, to his stiff cock and couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do with it. They didn't have to wait too long to find out. Peter leaned forward, grabbed Alison under her arms, and pulled her head back towards him until it was just over the edge of the desk. With her head now hanging uncomfortably over the edge she could see little else but Peter's cock and balls. Pushing it down until it touched her soft lips, he slid his cock into her waiting mouth and smiled as she immediately began to run her tongue over the large tip. "Suck it, slut. Show the whore what a good little cocksucker you are. Suck it until I cum and don't dare spill a drop." Alison heard the gasp from her friend but could do nothing to make any of this easier for either of them. She simply had to do what was expected of her and hope that one day soon this would all be over. Somehow, as the hard cock in her mouth throbbed in delight, she doubted that. Inch by inch Peter pushed further in until, very soon, he reached the back of her throat. She gagged and he pulled back just a little. "You can do better than that, slut. We both know you can. The whore knows it and even your chauffeur knows it so stop pretending." Alison knew what she had to do and, for some reason, still wanted to please her tormentor, still wanted to prove to her friend that she could swallow her husband's huge cock, still wanted to taste Peter's cum one more time. She forced herself to relax her throat somehow and Peter could see her making an effort. He smiled cruelly and pushed in again, this time not stopping until the head of his cock was actually in her throat. Wendy didn't know what she was supposed to be doing at this point so stood beside the desk and watched in amazement as her husband's thick cock slid down her friend's narrow throat. She could never have pictured either of them in this position but she was both jealous and thankful that it was Alison's mouth that was being fucked. This was never more true than when her husband began to thrust in and out. She watched the tears fall from Alison's eyes and prayed more fervently than ever that she would never be ordered to take that monster into her own petite mouth. With one more push Peter was as deep as he could go, his hairy balls now banging against Alison's upside down nose. Looking down at her magnificent tits he grinned and leaned forward, grabbing them, using them to steady himself as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Alison was finding it harder and harder to breathe and tried to raise her hands to push him back but her futile efforts only seemed to spur him on and he laughed, laughed out loud, as he heard her attempt to plead for mercy. Instead, he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, speeding up before, suddenly, he stopped. Alison thought for a minute her unspoken pleas were about to be answered but then she felt his cock swell up within her throat, cutting off what little air was slipping in. Her throat was immediately filled with his thick cum and she desperately tried to comply with his instructions not to spill a drop. Peter pulled back a little, filling her mouth with his spunk too, before he had a change of mind. Alison was busy swallowing everything he poured into her when he pulled out of her mouth and shot the last spurt across her face. Finished, he nonchalantly wiped his still-dripping cock over her stretched lips. Stepping back, he looked at his wife and was pleased at the look of fear and wonderment on her face. "Now it's your turn, whore." Until now Wendy had resolved to do anything that Peter ordered her to do, especially as he seemed to be concentrating all his attention on humiliating Alison. Now, however, she realised she was the focus of his attention and she feared how far he would push her. She feared how far she would go. Most of all she feared her husband and her best friend seeing her wet knickers because her pussy was constantly leaking her juices now. "Raise your skirt." Wendy wanted to plead for forgiveness, for a reprieve, but one look at her husband told her it would be pointless. Instead, feeling more embarrassed than she had ever been, she took a deep breath and bent forward slightly to lift her skirt. Whereas Alison had been wearing very sexy underwear, Wendy would never have dreamed of wearing such things. She knew that men were aroused by such garments but she had always believed them to be much too slutty for a respectable married woman to wear. Now she would have given anything to have owned just one pair of stockings and even a thong. Instead, as her skirt inched slowly up her legs, she blushed in shame; shame that her underwear was so plain and shame that her husband and friend were about to see them. Peter, however, wasn't interested in her shame and was getting annoyed with her hesitation. "Faster, whore; higher." As his wife finally revealed her knickers he couldn't stop himself from smiling. It had been a long time coming but he finally had the chance to use Wendy the way he had always wanted to use her. He also saw this as an ideal opportunity to repay her for all the times she had refused him. Laughing, he pointed at her and turned to Alison. "Look at those knickers, slut. You'll have to take her shopping with you tomorrow. But that can wait. I knew you were secretly a slut, just like your friend, simply pretending to be a respectable wife and mother. Turn around." Wendy told herself she was a good wife and mother, well, a good mother at least. She had tried to give Peter everything he asked for except one thing. She just couldn't do the things he had asked of her in the bedroom but now she had no choice. Still, she wondered, why did he want her to turn around. Obediently, she did so. Wendy's skirt was already held around her waist but it still hung down at the back. On her husband's instructions she began to awkwardly hitch it up behind her too, revealing her panty-clad bottom to her husband and friend. She had been shopping with girlfriends before, other women of her age like Alison, and she had even tried clothes on with them in the type of fashionable boutiques they liked to frequent. But she had never felt more exposed, more vulnerable, than she did here in her own home, her skirt now held firmly around her waist. She could feel her face burning but, she hated to admit, she could also feel the heat burning between her legs. Peter was amazed at how the sight of his wife's large arse could still arouse him. It was still one of her most bewitching features and even her huge knickers couldn't prevent his cock from twitching as Wendy presented her round cheeks in a very sensual manner. "Bend over," was his next command. Peter had always wanted her to pose like this but she had always been too embarrassed, telling him it wasn't right and proper for a man to ask his wife to do that. But now she was being forced to do it and not just for her husband; more than anything she hated that Alison was watching her being paraded like this. She knew that bending over the way he wanted would make her bottom seem even larger and she was already very self-conscious of how big it had grown over the years. She could feel her knickers pulling tight over round cheeks and the cheeks on her face burned brighter still. "You know what I want, whore. Pull them down." She knew this was the point of no return, just as she knew there was no point in arguing. Steeling herself, she reached behind herself to pull down her knickers. Never in her worst nightmares could she have ever imagined having to behave like this. The fact that she was doing so in front of an audience of two had her close to tears. She felt like a cheap tart, the kind of woman she had always despised. But she knew things were only going to get worse when her audience saw how wet her knickers were. She took hold of the waistband of her tights and knickers together and very, very, slowly slid them down. As her cheeks were finally revealed, Peter spoke again. "Stop, whore." Wendy made the mistake that he had had enough and he had made his point. Peter, however, just loved the look of a woman bent forward in front of him with her knickers around her knees. Although he could have stared at her big arse for a while yet, he decided to crank up the humiliation another notch. "Now pull your fat cheeks apart. Show your friend what you've been hiding from me all these years." Wendy couldn't stop the tears now; neither could she stop her pussy from leaking again. Why was her body betraying her like this? To do what Peter had instructed would be so shameful but she knew the price of any further hesitation on her part so, sobbing openly, she reached back and spread her cheeks with her hands, her head lowering further in total humiliation. She had never felt so ashamed, nor so aroused, and she was sure her audience must be aware of the scent of her arousal. "Stand up, whore; let's see the rest of you." The Politician's Wife Ch. 02 Wendy had tried to pretend that this wasn't going to happen, that Peter would be satisfied with her exposing her most private hole but he hadn't even commented and she felt more than a little disappointed. Still she knew what she had to do next. Without any more hesitation, she opened the top button of her blouse before moving her hand down to the others. One by one they popped open and, as each one did, she felt a new degree of shame that she never thought possible. Once the blouse was open and her plain, cotton bra was exposed, she slid the sleeves down her arms before dropping it on the floor. Next she reached behind and undid the clasp on her skirt, lowered the zip, and allowed it to fall to the floor. She managed to step out of it, her movements restricted by the knickers and tights still trapped around her knees. Feeling slightly ridiculous standing on front of her friend, exposed as she was, she could not have prepared herself for Peter's reaction. "Would you look at that forest between her legs, slut," he laughed to Alison. You're going to have to shave her before you go shopping. I can't have my whore seen in public like that." Both women blushed at the thought of what they were being told to do but each knew they had no choice. If Peter wanted his wife's pussy to be shaved by her best friend then it was going to have to happen. Both shuddered simultaneously at the thought of how embarrassing that would be. "Lose the underwear, whore. My cock is getting impatient." It was almost a relief for Wendy to remove her tights and knickers because she felt really silly standing there with them halfway down her legs. Taking off her bra was another matter though. She knew her breasts were not as pert as they used to be; neither were they as big as Alison's. Letting it slide to the floor quickly she stood up, trying to find an ounce of self-respect from within. It was impossible, however, especially when Peter simply shook his head. Whether in disappointment or disgust, she wasn't sure; she only knew she was further humiliated by his reaction "On my desk, whore. Lie across it face down." Wendy whimpered but knew she had no choice but to obey. Her breasts pressed against the leather inlay on top of the desk and flattened beneath her. She didn't want to think about what was going to come next. All she knew was that Peter and Alison could see her bottom sticking up in the air. Keeping her legs tightly closed together she tried to preserve some sense of modesty by not displaying her dripping, hairy pussy. Her husband had other ideas. "Spread them, whore. We know how wet your cunt is. We saw you having to peel those disgusting knickers off it. Stop acting like you don't want this. You're nothing but a fucking whore and soon you're going to be begging for my cock." Wendy knew that no matter what happened she would never do that but her husband's next words shocked both her and her friend to their very core. "Lick her arse, slut. Get her ready for me." "No, Peter, no!" they cried almost in unison. "Please don't make us do that." "Are you two so fucking stupid that you still don't realise you have no choice over what happens to you. I want to fuck my whore's arse and that is what I am going to do. Now kneel down, slut, and get her ready. I won't tell you again, whore; spread your legs." When Wendy finally did as she was told both her friend and her husband marvelled at the sight before them. Her pussy was practically running with her juices and her upturned cheeks were just perfect. "Perfect for spanking," thought Peter, "but that can wait for another time." As Alison knelt down and steeled herself to lick her best friend's arsehole, she realised Wendy was looking back over her shoulder. She knew that her friend was just as humiliated as she was but neither of them could think of a way out of this situation. If only she hadn't cheated on her own husband; if only John hadn't been called away this week; if only he could be here now to rescue her. "Hurry up, slut. I'll take it out on your arse if you make me wait any longer." Alison's pussy was almost as wet as Wendy's but she really didn't think her darkest hole was ready for another pounding from Peter's large cock so very, very tentatively, she leaned forward and kissed her friend's cheeks, wondering how either of them would ever be able to look the other in the face again. Hoping to satisfy her tormentor with what she was doing, she began to nibble and lick all across the slopes of Wendy's big, beautiful arse. The next thing she knew, however, Peter was reaching over from the other side of the desk and spreading his wife's cheeks, leaving Alison to stare at only the second hole she had ever been forced to lick. "You know what I want, slut. Now do it." Alison forced herself to stick her tongue out, and touch the rim of her friend's most private hole. Wendy instinctively tried to clench her cheeks but her husband's hands held it wide open and her friend's wet tongue slid in tiny circles all around her hole. "She smells very different from Peter," thought Alison. It was an almost clean, womanly scent and she could feel her pussy tingling again, wondering if Wendy's was doing the same. Wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible, she quickly stabbed her tongue inside of her friend and felt the poor woman's body tremble. Thinking she had gone too far, Alison quickly pulled out of her arse but that was when she felt Wendy push back towards her. With a sharp gasp of surprise, Alison once again slid her stiffened tongue right into her friend's waiting hole. She began to fuck her tongue in and out of Wendy's tightest hole and the other woman did her part by pressing back against the kneeling woman's face, ensuring that her tongue was going nowhere but deeper into her arse. Just when she began to realise that Wendy might actually be enjoying her anal rimming, Peter stopped her. "That will do, slut. I think she's ready." Wendy groaned but Alison wasn't sure if it was the thought of being fucked up the arse or the disappointment of her friend's tongue being removed that was the cause of her moans. Peter, however, knew that her moans were about to become much louder and he knew just how to deal with that. He picked up his wife's soaking knickers from the floor and then told her to raise her head. "This should keep you quiet, whore," he said as he stuffed her knickers into her open mouth. Wendy nearly gagged as her large underwear filled her to the back of her throat. She suddenly realised that what she could taste, for the first time ever, was her own juices on her sodden panties. Peter stood behind his wife and, as Alison watched, guided his erection between her round cheeks. When the head of his hard cock bumped against her wet, but very tight hole, Wendy felt something like a jolt of sexual electricity shoot through her as she knew she was about to be arse-fucked and there was no escape. Even worse, she was about to lose her final virginity as her best friend looked on. She moaned in humiliation and anticipation, closed her eyes, and awaited the inevitable. At first Alison didn't think her friend was going to be able to manage but, suddenly, she gasped as something seemed to give and the head of Peter's cock slipped in. Wendy tried to scream through her knickers but all that came out was a little whimper. It hurt so much that she thought her husband was going to split her in two. Peter was overjoyed that he was finally in his wife's tight hole but he knew better than to push too quickly and relaxed for a moment, letting her get used to the sensation. But patience had never been his strong point and he began to push forward inch by inch. Wendy realised the pain had changed so that now she just felt incredibly full. It was still uncomfortable, it was still wrong, it was still shameful, but it was also strangely exciting. The next time Peter pushed he smiled when he felt his wife push back too and, taking encouragement from this, he slid all the way in until he was pressed against her thighs. He marvelled at the sight of his cock buried deep within his wife's arse and realised all those years of waiting had been worth it. Now was the time to fuck her. He started slowly sliding his throbbing cock in and out of her tight arse. Wendy was amazed that the pain had all but gone, replaced instead by the strangest, most intoxicating pleasure. Her mind couldn't fathom what was happening to her but her arse, her pussy, her whole body was alive with the feelings of being truly fucked for the first time ever. Every time he pushed inside her, his balls seemed to bounce forward and strike her clit and she knew she wanted more of that. She couldn't help herself; one hand found its way under her writhing body and her fingers found her pussy. The faster Peter fucked her, the faster she stroked her clit, the quicker her orgasm approached. It was awkward but nothing mattered now but her pleasure, her body, her orgasm. She pulled her knickers from her mouth. "Do it, Peter," she begged. "Fuck me! Fuck my arsehole! Cum in my arse!" Alison couldn't believe what she was seeing, what she was hearing. Peter couldn't believe it either. The only one who seemed in control was Wendy but, really, she was lost in her lust. She pushed herself back on her husband's thick cock just as she felt it spasm deep within her. She came too, just as Peter's body stiffened and she knew he was shooting her cum up her arse. This sent another wave of pleasure washing over her and all she could do was lie there and enjoy every single moment, every single sensation, every single thrust. Eventually they both stopped and Wendy felt her husband's softening cock slide out of her tender hole. Even this felt good as it seemed to send little tremors of pleasure through her. "Are you finished now, Peter? Are you finally satisfied? I'm not a slut and Wendy is not a whore but you have had your fun and now it's time to get back to reality." Peter was enraged that Alison was trying to ruin this moment and that she was still trying to call the shots. He grabbed her by the arm and threw her to the floor. "This is what you are, slut.!" With that he knelt down beside her, grabbed her by the throat with one strong hand, then reached up to his desk. Before she knew what was happening, frightened now at the thought there might be more humiliation to follow, Peter began to write on her naked body with the magic marker pen he had snatched. In bright red he wrote, "SLUT" down her torso, the S winding between her breasts and the bottom of the T pointing like an arrow to her cunt. "Now everyone will know exactly what you are, SLUT." Wendy couldn't believe what her husband had just done. Of all the humiliations he had heaped on them both this was the worst because she knew Alison would struggle to remove the writing from her body. She would not be able to wear any of the low-cut dresses she seemed to favour in fear of any of her friends ever seeing what Peter had written. "I think that's enough now, Peter. Besides, I need to get cleaned up before any of the staff come in here. May I use your bathroom?" Peter thought for a moment and realised that she was probably right; but then he had another thought and a wicked smile crept across his face. "Let your friend clean you up." Both women were bemused by this instruction but both were relieved to escape from that room and to try to return things to normal. Peter's next words shattered that illusion. "Whore, sit on her face. Slut, clean her arse with your tongue." "No, Peter; you can't make her do that. That's disgusting." "Sit on her face, whore, or the first person to see your film will be our daughter." Their daughter was a grown woman with a family of her own but Wendy knew she could never allow her to see her mother debasing herself by masturbating at her father's desk. She hesitantly walked over to where her friend lay on the thick carpet and stood over her, her feet on either side of Alison's head. "Sit," commanded Peter. Both women whimpered together and Alison tried to plead with her friend not to do this but all she could see was Wendy's red hole lowering towards her. She tried to tell herself that she had already licked her friend's arsehole and that if should just get through this one last humiliation surely Peter would release her then. She tried to fool Peter by licking Wendy's pussy instead, ashamed to admit it but she knew the other woman's juices must taste nicer than her freshly fucked arsehole. Peter, however, was having none of that. "Wrong hole, slut. Try again." Afraid of what he might do if she didn't comply, she finally moved her mouth to Wendy's pulsing hole. She could see Peter's cum dripping out and steeled herself for what she had to do. Knowing what he wanted she tried to force her tongue into Wendy's hole but it had closed over again and she couldn't do as she had been ordered -- she couldn't clean her friend's arsehole. "Push it out, whore. Feed your friend my cum," Peter Susan growled. Wendy felt so sorry for the woman lying beneath her but knew she had no choice but to obey. Forcing herself, she began to push and she felt her hole begin to open again. Alison suddenly realised that she might get more than even Peter had asked for coming out of her friend's arse but it was too late now. Thankfully, when Wendy's hole seemed to pulse, only a stream of Peter's cream came out. Alison could do nothing but lap it up in disgust and wait for the next load. She heard her friend grunt and wondered for a moment if Wendy was enjoying having her arse licked as much as she had seemed to enjoy having it fucked. About to stick her tongue back out, her mouth was open when her friend's tight hole seemed to erupt and a thick stream of cream shot out. Urged on by Peter not to spill a drop, Alison pressed her mouth to the other woman's hole and sucked until her mouth was filled with the bitter, revolting taste of his cum and her arse. Wendy was revolted and aroused at the same time. She couldn't believe she was shitting her husband's cum into her friend's open mouth but, equally, she couldn't deny that Alison's tongue and lips felt very soothing on her ravaged hole. Finally, she realised she had nothing else to give and got to her feet, more than a little unsteadily. "I really do need to clean up now, Peter, and I really do need to use your bathroom." Peter looked down on the defeated woman lying at his feet and decided she could take one final push. "I need to use the bathroom too, whore, for a piss. But I think we don't need to go anywhere for that." Before either woman could react, Peter's soft cock began to piss. Wendy watched aghast as a strong jet of her husband's golden nectar leapt out and coated her friend's naked body, right there in front of her. She had never seen anything like this in her life. Had never even heard of someone doing this to another human being but she suddenly realised how amazing it looked. She watched as Peter took his cock in his hand and began to direct his stream over Alison's tits, her neck and towards her face. Alison was too shocked to move as the hot piss ran down her body like a torrent. She closed her eyes, too afraid, too ashamed to look at her friend. She felt so degraded, nothing more than a piss-whore. This was surely as low and debased as she could become yet she could no longer allow herself to believe that since Peter always seemed to want more. She could feel his stream passing up over her chin and suddenly she knew that he did want more. "Open wide, slut." As Peter's piss splashed against her lips she felt herself tentatively stick out her tongue and taste his stream. Those drops, mixed with the smell, nearly caused her to forget the consequences and try to run for it but, just at that moment, Wendy took over. Sitting back down on her friend's face, she pinned her to the floor. Wendy had never been so aroused, even after all that had happened here in her husband's office. She knew that if this was to be a one-off experience then she didn't want to miss a thing and, if Peter was going to piss on Alison then so was she. She squatted down, burying Alison's face with her thick bush, no longer caring what her friend or anyone else thought of her pubic hair. She felt her friend mouth open below her just as a flood of hot, yellow urine shot from her pussy, filling Alison's mouth and running over her face. Instinctively, the poor woman tried to swallow what she could before she even realised just what she was swallowing. The taste was salty and pungent at the same time but the stream was not as strong as Peter's. As the last drops oozed from the slick pussy above her, Alison stuck out her tongue and licked it clean. "What the hell is going on here?" said a voice from the doorway. "John!" all three exclaimed. But only one of them was smiling. The Politician's Wife Ch. 03 "Hi, John. Was beginning to think you were never going to join us. Told you she was a slut, didn't I?" Peter had stopped pissing on Alison when John burst into the room but, instead of being embarrassed, he was now kneeling by the poor woman's head and wiping off the last few drops of his pee with her hair. "Yes, you did, Peter, but I could never have believed even she would sink so low as to let you and Wendy piss on her. I see you've marked her appropriately. I like that," he said smiling as he looked down on his prone wife or, to be more accurate, looked at the word "SLUT" that Peter had written down her body. "Thought you would. It was a last minute thing but I think it suits her rather well. So how would you like to proceed?" "Well, I presume you've fucked her by now so I think it's only fair that I fuck Wendy too. Mind you, this room stinks of piss and cum. I think they could both do with a shower first." "Excellent idea," agreed his friend as he pulled on his shirt and trousers. "Whore, take the slut upstairs and get her cleaned up." Wendy still couldn't get used to being referred to as a whore but somewhere deep inside she knew she quite liked it. She had been shocked when John had entered and had jumped away from his wife but now she could see that the fun was not finished yet and the idea of being fucked by her best friend's husband thrilled her more than she could ever have imagined. Pulling Alison up by the hand, she led the piss-covered woman to the door. "We're going to have to run for it, Alison", she giggled, aroused by the thought of running through her house naked, hand in hand with her equally naked friend. She knew that there was a very good chance they might be seen by some of the staff and, secretly, she hoped that it would be Lara, the new Spanish housemaid. Alison ran just as quickly up the wide staircase as her friend but she didn't share Wendy's thrill of the moment. She was terrified in case anyone saw her, especially as she was dripping from her piss-shower. She had thought for a moment that John's entrance would save her but now she realised he had been in on it ever since Peter got possession of the incriminating photos of her fucking the chauffeur. Now he said he wanted to have sex with Wendy; surely they wouldn't make her watch that, would they? She would find out soon enough; for now, all she would allow herself to think about was the previously mentioned shower. The men followed their respective wives up the staircase, amused at the way both their arse cheeks wobbled as they ran. Unfortunately, they made it to Peter and Wendy's bedroom without bumping into anyone but they both knew that there was plenty of time yet for Alison to be exposed to others. By the time they had undressed and followed the women into the large en-suite, the water was already turned on. They heard Alison yelp in shock and Wendy explaining to her that it was always cold at first but would soon warm up. It didn't take long and all Alison could think about was letting the hot water wash away the evidence of what had happened downstairs. She knew that Wendy was watching her but tried to pretend they it was just as if they had been swimming at their club where all the women showered naked together. As she ducked her head under the cleansing water she didn't hear the door push open and the men come in to watch. She let the water run over her face, let it wet her hair and run down her back, let it wash all her sins away. She hated being dirty, or even being sweaty. Being covered in piss was a horror her mind just could not cope with and she tried to wash that memory away too. As she began lathering soap all over her body, she found that it was easier to wash away pee than to wipe thoughts from her mind. She couldn't get the image of her own husband having sex with her best friend. It was just too humiliating and she knew she would never be able to look either of them in the face again. "Why then can I feel a throb of excitement swell between my legs?" she asked herself. As her hands slid smoothly over her soapy skin, she tried to banish her thoughts as she reached round to clean her bottom cheeks before bringing her hands forward over the tops of her thighs. Still all too aware that Wendy was watching, she lightly cleaned between her legs. She tried to make it quick but, when her fingers lightly brushed against her sensitive lips, she shuddered inside. Suddenly, however, she had something else to worry about. She spun round to find Wendy standing naked before her, her hair slowly being plastered to her head from the shower. Even worse than that, this was when she noticed that their two husbands, their two naked husbands, had also joined them. "Well, John, said we both needed showers and you'd want me to be nice and clean before he fucks me, wouldn't you?" Alison just stared at her friend, bemused. "What on earth had come over Wendy?" she asked herself. It wasn't a question Wendy could have answered either. It was as if a switch had been flicked inside her and all her inhibitions had disappeared. She turned and smiled at the two men before turning back to the astonished woman sharing the shower with her. She was determined to put on a good show for the men. What her friend wanted or thought no longer mattered to her. As far as she was concerned, Alison was just a slut; a piece of meat to be used in anyway she wanted; just as Peter had used her and just as she hoped John would use her soon. Before Alison could react, Wendy was kissing her, kissing her on the lips, before sliding her arms round her friend and pulling them closer together. Alison tried to push her back but knew her resistance was futile. Their husbands, meanwhile, smiled to each other as they watched their wives' tits pressing against each other, while the shower continued to pour down over them both. Still reeling from the fact that her oldest friend, her naked friend, was kissing her while they shared a shower, Alison was shocked even further when Wendy's hands slid down and grabbed her arse, pulling their hips ever closer together. "How far is Wendy going to take this?" she asked herself. She didn't have to wait too long to find out. She felt Wendy's right leg slide between her own before raising it slightly and pressing it against her pussy. She couldn't stop herself from shaking in her ever increasing arousal and wondered what her husband must be making of her being treated like this. She needn't have worried because the two women showering together and looking as if they were about to do so much more was like a dream come true for John, and for Peter, as both men simply played with their erect cocks while they relaxed and watched the show. Wendy was now in full control and was revelling in the whole situation. She had always felt that Alison looked down on her, even though they had been friends for years, and now it was payback time. She could do anything she wanted with the slut she was holding and she was determined to enjoy every minute of it. Pushing the other woman back so that she was trapped between the wall and her own naked body, Wendy stopped kissing Alison on the lips and began to move down her body. Kissing her way down her neck, she only stopped when she reached her first target, her swollen nipples. Taking each of them between her soft lips in turn, she began to suck on them, moving from one to the other, before becoming greedy and trying to suck her friend's whole breast into her mouth. While tormenting her friend's tits, Wendy's hands had moved to the other woman's hips and Alison began to realise just what was in store for her. Almost reluctantly, Wendy released her captive's breasts and began to kiss her way down the poor woman's wet body, pausing only briefly to tickle her belly button with her probing tongue. Wendy was kneeling on the floor of the shower by now and staring straight at her friend's pussy. She had never imagined doing anything like this but now all she could think about was sticking her tongue out and tasting this slut who had no choice but to let her. The power she had over her friend was almost as intoxicating as the smell of the other woman's arousal. Alison couldn't stop herself from moaning in pleasure when she first felt her tormentor's tongue touch her. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall as she tried to block out what her friend was doing to her. John and Peter however had no intention of missing a minute of this and they watched intently as Wendy reached up and spread the lips of the first cunt she had ever touched. She was by no means an expert but Wendy just did what she wanted to do, what seemed to come naturally to her now that she had lost herself in lust. She licked along her friend's slit before sticking her tongue as far into the other woman as she could. She had no idea if she was doing it right but she felt Alison's legs press closer against her head and heard her breathing quickening so she guessed she was doing ok. Even after everything that had happened Alison couldn't believe it was her oldest friend who was on her knees in front of her, probing her most private places with her tongue. Her whole body seemed to be shuddering now, fearful as Wendy playfully nipped her most sensitive lips between her teeth before pushing her tongue back in again. Alison's head was spinning, spinning in delight while her mind was racked with guilt and shame. She was becoming dizzy with each new wave of pleasure and tried to hold herself up by pressing herself back against the wall. She knew there was no escape from Wendy's insistent mouth and she didn't even try. Just as she thought her ordeal couldn't go on much longer, Wendy shocked her once more by moving her tongue up to her protruding clit while replacing it in her pussy with two stiff fingers. Those probing digits increased their pace just as the tongue on Alison's clit started to flick it like it was being punished for all the wrong she had ever done. An all encompassing wave of pleasure washed over her like never before. It seemed to start in her pussy and radiated throughout her body. It was only Wendy's mouth and fingers that seemed to be supporting her now and they continued their assault mercilessly. Again and again she screamed out, begging Wendy to stop, begging her not to ever stop. Neither woman could keep this up for ever and, as Wendy withdrew her fingers from her friend's cunt, Alison slid down the wall until she lay on the shower floor, letting the water pour down over her. Her friend looked down in triumph at the first woman she had ever made cum and turned to the men with a face covered in her friend's pussy juices. "My turn now, boys. Bring her into the bedroom." The two men lifted Alison off the shower floor, grabbing an arm and a leg each, carried her through to the bedroom as requested and threw her on to the large king-sized bed, still soaking wet. She was still too weak from the biggest orgasm of her life to do anything but lie there. She watched Wendy drying herself with a large white towel and noticed Peter and John rummaging in some drawers opposite the bed. Before she knew it, they turned and approached her, both of them holding a variety of tights and silk ties. They grabbed her arms once more and stretched them out before tying them to the bedposts. Wendy watched her friend struggle and moan but, when their two husbands grabbed Alison's legs and spread them too, she started to scream. But Wendy was no longer the dormouse she had always been in their relationship and went over to the bed, looked down, and slapped her friend's face. "Shut up, Alison! Keep still!" she shouted. "Do you want the staff to hear you?" Alison wasn't sure if she was more afraid of the new Wendy or more embarrassed at the thought of one of the housemaids rushing in and seeing her in this position but she stopped struggling. The red mark on her face was angry looking and she stared at her friend in horror, seeing her in a whole new light. Wendy smiled smugly down at the poor woman and climbed onto the bed. Swinging her leg over, she knelt above Alison's face, looking down the length of her bound, helpless body. "Now, Alison, if you suck my pussy nicely maybe John and Peter will go easy on you. Do you understand?" Not waiting for an answer she lowered her cunt slowly down onto her friend's face. She knew as she did it that she was wet, as wet as she had ever been, and she knew it wasn't because she had just had a shower. Her pussy hair might still be a bit damp but the moisture that coated her lips had all come from inside and now she wanted her friend to taste it. "I told you to suck me, slut," she commanded, getting carried away with her new-found power. She began to run her hands over Alison's body, stroking her large tits, tweaking her swollen nipples. She felt her captive shudder beneath her before, tentatively, start to lick the pussy exposed above her – her tongue lapping the edge of Wendy's lips. A shiver ran through the woman on top. She was shocked by how good it felt to have another woman beneath you like this as she felt her friend's reluctant tongue exploring her. She played with Alison's tits, twisting hard on her nipples as she ground her hips into her friend's face. "Faster, slut. Push your tongue right inside me!" she screamed at her friend, the friend she now wanted to use, to fuck, to be fucked by more than she'd ever wanted anything. She knew what she was doing to her captive friend; she could imagine the fear, the shame, the humiliation that must be coursing through Alison's powerless body as she tried to overcome her revulsion and lick Wendy's dripping pussy and drink the juices that flowed over her face. If Alison thought that things couldn't get any worse then she was wrong. Wendy leaned forward and her fingers quickly reached her pussy and entered her as if they owned her, as if her friend could do whatever she wanted, and she could do nothing about it. She tried to tell herself that Wendy was raping her as she thrust cruelly deeper and deeper into her, but then Wendy started to cum and, as her body arched, as her juices flowed freely over Alison's face and as her fingers plunged furiously in and out of Alison's cunt, Alison too cried out again as a sudden, unwelcome orgasm shook her own tortured body. Wendy climbed off her friend, looked down at the body she had used, looked down at the face covered in shame and covered with glistening pussy cunt juices. "I think John's been patient enough, Alison, don't you? You just lie there while I entertain your husband." Wendy sat down on the side of the bed. She wanted her friend to see everything that was about to happen as she beckoned John to come closer. Looking up at him with hungry eyes, she reached out and took hold of his throbbing cock. No words were spoken. She simply smiled up at her husband's rival and leaned forward, sucking him in between her lips. She was as used to sucking cocks as she was to licking pussies but she was determined to prove to John, to Alison, and to Peter, what a quick learner she was and what a good cocksucker she could be. She forced herself to slide her mouth all the way down until her lips were pressed against his pubic hairs. She was so turned on now that she couldn't wait to feel this man between her legs and reached down to stroke her still sensitive lips. Alison couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of her best friend sucking her own husband's cock. She wanted to be disgusted but, instead, she felt her body responding and wished that she could reach down and rub her wet pussy too. Peter decided to join in at this point but not to satisfy their prisoner. "And you thought you had to resort to the chauffeur to be used, slut, didn't you? Looks like my whore of a wife is having fun with your husband's cock. I'm sure he'll have just as much fun when he fucks her with it. But don't worry; we won't forget about you. You can lick her cunt again after your husband cums inside her." Even in her inexperience Wendy could tell that John was excited as his cock began to leak pre-cum onto and he began to thrust more urgently in and out of her mouth. But she desperately wanted him to fuck her. She wanted his wife to see him fucking her and she wanted her husband to see her being fucked by another man. She was drunk with lust and she never wanted to sober up. She stood up and turned John round so that he was now standing against the bed. Pushing him down so that he was lying beside his wife but with his head at the opposite end of the bed, she knew that Alison would be able to see everything she wanted to show her. Climbing on top of her husband's Party colleague, she knelt across him, straddling his dripping cock, teasing him by rubbing her wet cunt along its length and over its very sensitive head. Unable to believe that she was really doing this, she placed John's dick against her open pussy and sank down it with ease, moaning in delight as she did so. Holding him deep within her for a moment she began to move her hips back and forth. Instinctively, she reached down and began to rub her clit, barely able to stand the surges of pleasure that washed over her. Despite already cumming all over Alison's face, she knew she wasn't going to last long. She fell forward and kissed her new lover on the lips, her hips rising up and down as she fucked only the second man to ever have his cock inside her. "Oh, God, John! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum, Peter. I'm going to CUM!" Alison could do nothing but listen to her friend scream in bliss and watch her husband's cock slide in and out of her friend's pussy. It was coated with Wendy's juices and Alison was ashamed to realise that she wanted to taste those juices again. All went quiet for a few moments as Wendy came down off her high but she wasn't to be silent for long. "I want you on top of me, John. I want to feel your stiff cock fucking me hard and cumming inside my cunt." No-one in the room could believe this words were coming from the mouth of the previously prim and proper Wendy but neither of the men were about to deny her. Alison couldn't have done so even if she wanted to. She watched as her friend climbed off her husband, his cock sliding out of Wendy's pussy covered in her juices. Now it was Wendy's turn to lie on her back and she made sure to do so even closer to Alison than John had been. She knew that Peter had fucked the other woman and she wanted to pay her back for daring to have sex with her husband. John was desperate by now; desperate to cum; desperate to fuck Wendy and desperate to do so in front of the cheating slut lying bound on the bed. He quickly got between Wendy's legs and thrust his cock hard into her cunt. Wendy was equally desperate to be fucked and wrapped her arms and legs around him, pushing back just as hard against his cock. "Fuck me, John. Fuck me like I've never been fucked. Fuck me harder than you've ever fucked Alison." That was exactly what John intended doing as his cock pounded in and out of her, his balls slapping against her fat arse. Wendy was screaming in delight and John didn't last very long as his whole body stiffened and his cock spurted time and again into his new whore's cunt. Feeling like a teenager again, he couldn't believe how much cum he was shooting inside her until, finally, he stopped and collapsed on top of her, exhausted and drained. "Did you enjoy that, slut? Did you enjoy watching your husband fucking another whore just as he had to watch you fucking your chauffeur? Don't bother to answer because I can tell from the way your cunt is leaking that you did. John certainly enjoyed fucking my whore but you will need to clean her up before we use her again. Are you ready to suck your husband's cum out of her pussy?" The Politician's Wife Ch. 03 Alison knew that she had already been forced to lick Wendy's arse after Peter had fucked her but this was different. To be forced to suck her own husband's cum out of her friend's pussy was just too much. She violently shook her head. "No, Peter, I won't do that. You can't make me." "We were hoping you would say that, weren't we John? Very well, slut. For your refusal and for your general slutty behaviour you will have to be punished." Alison thought she had been punished more than enough for one afternoon of much-regretted lust with her chauffeur but Peter and John obviously had something else in mind. Even so, when her husband climbed off Wendy and began to untie one of her legs, while Peter did the same on the other side, she momentarily allowed herself to think that she was about to be released. Her hopes were dashed almost immediately, however, as, instead of then untying her arms, the two men simply lifted her legs up over her head and tied her ankles beside her wrists. Alison felt incredibly ridiculous being trussed up in this position, incredibly vulnerable and incredibly humiliated. Her shame burned even deeper when she heard Wendy giggling at her friend's situation. "Whore, get something to gag her with. We don't want the staff to hear her screams." "Wendy, please don't," she pleaded. "I can't take anymore of this." She was trembling now in fear and anticipation, not wanting to think about what the fates had in store for her next. But Wendy was enjoying herself now and had climbed off the bed on shaking legs, knowing instantly how to fulfil her husband's instructions. She ran through to the bathroom and rummaged to the bottom of her laundry basket before coming back into the bedroom holding a large pair of her own knickers. She had wanted these ones in particular because she had worn them for two days and two nights when she stayed in bed earlier in the week with a migraine. They were very sweaty, very stained and perfect for silencing her friend. To ensure that Alison got the full effect, she kindly turned them inside out so that her friend could see just how dirty they were before Peter pushed them into her still open mouth. Alison had no doubt how dirty they were as he had ensured that the dirty crotch was pressing against her tongue and she could easily taste the overpowering mixture of her friend's stale piss and pussy stains. She didn't want to think about the other tastes she could distinguish. Just as she thought they had pushed her as far as she could stand, her punishment began. SLAP! Alison's whole body jerked off the bed as her husband brought his hand down hard and fast and slapped her arse on the right cheek. "Are you ready to lick my whore's cunt?" Alison tried to answer through her dirty gag but could only shake her head in defiance. SLAP! This time John slapped her on the other side. "Are you ready to taste my cum as it drips from another woman's pussy?" Alison wondered how she was supposed to answer when her mouth was full but still her head shook. "What's wrong with my cunt?" asked Wendy, as she leaned close to her friend's ear? "Is it not good enough for you?" SLAP! "Are you ready to stick your tongue up my cunt and taste your husband's cum mixed with my pussy?" Wendy had taken over the questioning now just as Alison's resolve began to weaken. This time she answered with a nod of her head. SLAP! She couldn't take much more of this. She nodded her head again, even more vigorously than before. Still the spanking continued SLAP! Peter knew that she was finally defeated but he gave her one more just because he was enjoying himself so much. SLAP! John looked down on his wife's punished arse and revelled in the sight of her bright red cheeks. He had wanted to do that for so long, not necessarily to hurt her but to punish her for being a slut. He had to admit he had thought it would be exciting to spank his wife and it had been even better than he had imagined. His cock was erect once more, throbbing in anticipation of what was to come next. Alison, in turn, was shocked. Her bottom hurt so much yet she couldn't deny that she could feel her pussy tingling, longing to be touched. Her juices were flowing; she had never known her body to betray her in this way. It was unthinkable to believe that she was turned on by the spanking she had just received yet, as the men untied her, she knew that she was about to debase herself even further. As she stood up she was almost relieved not to be the one lying down on the bed, relieved that her punished bottom would not be pressed against the soft sheets. She watched as Wendy took her place on the bed, lying across it with her legs hanging over the edge. "Are you ready, Alison? Are you ready to lick your husband's cum from my pussy?" she simpered annoyingly. Alison hated her friend right now, maybe even more than she hated John and Peter, but she knew who was in charge. She could see that Wendy was enjoying having an excuse to humiliate her but she had no choice but to sink to her knees between the other woman's open legs. She placed one hand on each of Wendy's thighs and leaned in. She was almost overpowered by the smell of a used pussy but she steeled herself for what she had to do. Trying to prove to herself that she had some sort of control, she pushed Wendy's thighs further apart, much further than was necessary, but her friend simply giggled and lifted her feet to rest on the edge of the bed. Taking one last chance, she looked up at the woman above her, pleading with her eyes. Wendy looked down just at that moment but there was no mercy in her look. She smiled and looked down at her dripping cunt. Alison shuddered in disgust when she saw that Wendy's lips were now stuck together with dried cum. Closing her eyes, telling herself that this would be the last thing she would be forced to do, she pressed her tongue against her friend's slit and forced herself to slide it up and down. It only took a few moments before she gained entry. She moved slightly forward and she began to fully realise what she was doing when she tasted not only pussy juices but John's salty cum too. Wendy sighed with pleasure and pulled a couple of pillows down from the head of the bed so that she could relax and watch her friend pleasuring her. Even though Alison was disgusted by the taste in her mouth, she knew better than to show her true feelings. "Maybe," she thought, "this won't take too long. Then I can leave this house and never come back." Wendy had other ideas. "Why don't you clean my arsehole too? I'm sure some of John's cum slipped down there." She knew she had done this before and obviously Wendy had enjoyed it more than she had so, feeling nothing but totally defeated, she reached down and pushed her friend's cheeks apart. She must have been licking and sucking at Wendy's dirtiest hole for more than five minutes, even pressing the tip of her tongue inside and hiding her disgust as yet another taste assaulted her mouth. Only then did the other woman give her permission to return to her pussy. "Such a talented arse licker," she smiled. Alison was almost relieved to lift her mouth and once again push her tongue inside her friend's pussy but, the more she did, the more she tasted her husband and she cringed once more at the memory of having had to watch them fucking each other as she lay beside them. "You really are quite revolting, aren't you?" laughed Wendy. Alison could only cringe in response, She knew she was doing a good job from the moans of pleasure coming from her friend but it was still by far the most humiliating thing she had been forced to do. Wendy continued her verbal assault. "What kind of slut sucks her husband's cum from another woman's pussy? Have you no self-respect at all? Maybe I should tell our other friends what a talented tongue you have. Maybe John could fuck them all and they could line up for you to clean them too. Would you like that?" Alison knew she couldn't take much more of this. She knew she would never have anything to do with Wendy again but she had hoped that she would still be able to retain her position within their circle of friends. For anyone else to find out what she had been doing, for this torment to continue with others involved, that would totally destroy her. She knew there was only one way to end this; she would have to make Wendy cum again. Once again she moved her mouth up just a little and began to concentrate her tongue's actions on her friend's clit while, at the same time, plunging two fingers into Wendy's cunt and quickly finding her magic spot. "Yes!" her friend screamed, loud enough for all the staff to hear. "Yes, Alison! Lick my clit! Suck it! Bite it! YES!" And with a scream loud enough to wake the dead, Wendy's whole body arched as even more cum and pussy juice poured out of her cunt and into Alison's mouth. It took a long few moments before she calmed down and relaxed onto the bed, her large breasts rising and falling as her breathing finally returned to normal. "Well that was quite a show, slut. You looked as if you were enjoying yourself almost as much as the whore." Alison leaned back and turned her head to face the two men, although it was difficult to concentrate when she found herself staring at two very erect cocks, inches from her face. "Please, Peter, John; haven't I been punished enough?" "Not yet, you pussy-licking slut. Get out of the way." Alison scampered away on her hands and knees as the two men approached Wendy lying on the bed. It was only now that she noticed the strange looking harness in John's hand. Neither of the women could have known that he had not come back from his trip empty handed and had a toy for each of them in the briefcase he had brought with him. Wendy was positioned so that her head was resting on the pillows at the head of the bed. She was very compliant with what the men were doing and Alison wasn't sure she was even aware of them pulling the leather harness up her legs and fastening it around her hips. John then went back to his briefcase and took something else out, something that Alison instantly recognised. She had secretly owned a dildo for the last few months, ever since she thought John had lost interest in her, but she had never seen one like this. As her husband attached it to Wendy's harness, she noticed that his fingers didn't even stretch round its width and it was much bigger than either of the hard cocks in the room, bigger than any cock she had ever seen. "I'm not sure if this is a present for Wendy or for you, slut, but I think you'll both enjoy using it. Climb on board." Alison's head now spun in terror from Peter to John to the giant plastic cock that was waiting for her, "Please, Peter, No. I'll never fit that inside me." Both men smiled at each other as if they had anticipated this response, almost as if they welcomed it. They grabbed her off the floor and swung her onto the bed, positing her over her friend's prone body, positioning her so that the monster cock was pressing against her pussy. Peter and John released her and she took hold of Wendy's cock, amazed at how big, how hard it felt. She slowly, tentatively, started to slide down its length. "Faster, slut. We all know you can take it." Alison wasn't too sure about that but, as she finally got to the bottom of its 12 inches and, as she felt herself resting on Wendy, she knew that she was being filled like she had never been filled before. Knowing she had no choice, she began to slide up and down the massive pole, trying to concentrate on the amazing feelings building deep within but all she could see was her friend's grinning face and her big tits. It felt so wrong to be looking down on another woman's face, on her large tits bouncing with her attempts to fuck the woman on top. As Wendy began to raise her hips to meet her downwards slide, Alison felt the 12 inches slide even deeper than she thought possible and knew that she wouldn't last long. She raised her head, wondering what the men were doing now but she didn't have to look too far as Peter climbed on to the bed, kneeling over his own wife, and presented Alison with his hard cock to suck. She opened her mouth obligingly and began to gently suckle on his prick, too engrossed in the feelings coming from her pussy to do anything else. One more thing worried her; where was John? She had no longer formed the question in her mind than she felt him climbing on to the bed behind her and kneeling down between her legs. She was vaguely aware of him shuffling forward towards her and then she felt his hard cock pressing against her arse cheeks. John had waited all his married life for this and licked his lips in anticipation as Wendy's hands reached up and pulled his wife's cheeks apart. "Oh, yes, YES!" was all he said as Alison felt his dick pressing against the tight hole she had always denied him. Now she knew what her fate was; all three of them were going to fuck her together. "Do it!" Wendy urged. "Fuck her arse." So he did. With one powerful, painful push John's whole length slid balls-deep into his wife's still-tight arsehole. As soon as he did, her other two fuckers started to really punish her cunt and mouth. She would have complained but her mouth was too full of cock and her cunt was too full of plastic cock. And, if she was honest, she was enjoying it all too much. Peter's cock was enjoying the small sounds her mouth was making and he smiled down at the sight of the slut being taken in every hole. Wendy's cock was matching the pace of her husband's thrusts so that Alison found herself impaled between the husband and wife tag-team. John, on the other hand, could feel the hard cock in her cunt, as he thrust his own into her arse. Deeper and deeper he went with every stroke and his wife bounced between all three like a rag doll. Peter came first, emptying his cum into her mouth and pulling out immediately to wipe his dripping prick on her face. Wendy knew she wasn't going to cum, although the harness was pressing against her clit and giving her the most delicious tingle, but she lay where she was, holding on to her friend, delighted to be taking part in Alison's final punishment. Alison had never felt so full in all her life, and although it had been uncomfortable at first she knew that she was enjoying every single sensation now and realised that she really was a slut. John knew this already and by now was very close to cumming himself so he hammered her dirty hole as hard as he had ever fucked any hole, cunt or arse, and she screamed once again, although he suspected it was more in pleasure than pain. "Fuck her, John," urged Peter and Wendy, Fuck her dirty hole." So he did. He no longer knew if he was fucking her to punish her or to feed her filthy desires but he knew he wanted to cum in her arse and cum deep within her. He fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. She pushed back and met his thrusting cock with her own backward thrusts and still her friends demanded more. "Harder, John! Faster!" So he did. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, he fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, ploughing into her ravaged hole, leaning forward and pushing her down so her large tits were rubbing against Wendy's. He didn't know who came first, only that he could feel her tight arse getting even tighter as she came and he poured his spunk into her arse. Collapsing on to her while she, in turn, collapsed onto her friend beneath her. All she could see was Wendy's smug grin as her eyes closed and she fell into an exhausted, wonderful sleep. When she woke up she heard the sound of the shower running and knew it had to be Wendy using it as both men were now fully dressed and standing beside the bed. "So you're finally awake, slut? I told you John had brought you both a toy. The strap-on was Wendy's and this is yours." Before she could even focus on what Peter was holding in his hand, John leapt on top of her and pinned her to the bed, face down. Alison was too weak to move but when she realised that Peter was holding a butt-plug and a very big one at that, she gathered all her strength to try to push her husband off her back. But it was useless; she lay there, helpless, and resigned herself to her fate once again. "Time to get her ready, John." Peter was back in charge and John didn't mind at all as he pulled his wife's arse cheeks apart and watched his friend. Peter was busy spreading a drop of lubricating jelly over the tip of the plug before looking down with an evil grin at the slut's dirtiest hole. Placing the prepared tip of the plug against her hole he began to push it in, rotating it at the same time, as inch by inch it began to enter her. She was very tense for obvious reasons, which was only making it worse for her. "If you don't relax, slut, I'll have to ram this thing up there as hard as I can, and you won't like that, I promise you." To reinforce his point, he spanked her twice on both cheeks and John felt his wife force her body to relax as she slowed down her breathing and stopped struggling. Again Peter began to push the plug in and this time the passage was slightly easier. Inch by agonising inch he turned it into her arsehole. The deeper it went, the wider her most private hole was stretched and both men were amazed they were soon at the widest part. Peter continued with his efforts, pulling the plug out slightly before pushing it back in again, even deeper each time. Alison was moaning aloud with each new advance as she desperately tried to follow her instructions to relax. If either of the men had been able to tear their eyes away from her arse they would have seen her hands gripping the sheet on the bed so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. But they were getting impatient by now and Peter knew he was going to have to force the final few inches in. Alison buried her face in the pillows, trying to hide her tears as the plug stretched her almost beyond endurance. Peter didn't care about this and, with all his might, thrust the plug in, getting it past the widest part. Despite the pain she must have been in, the men smiled to each other as they saw streams of juice pouring from her cunt and they knew she was as turned on as they were. "Of all the women we've shared over the years, John, I don't think I've ever known one as dirty as your wife." Alison was struggling to understand what she had just heard when John climbed off her and dragged her to her feet. "Time to go home, slut. You'd better go back downstairs and collect your clothes. You are not to remove the plug under any circumstances. The pain and discomfort in your arse will hopefully serve as constant reminders to you of what a dirty slut you are. Now let's be on our way." Alison couldn't believe he was going to make her walk out of the bedroom with the awful plug still in place but she knew better than to question him. Awkwardly, hesitantly, she made her way to the door, wincing with each step, as her body struggled to get used to the invader in her arse. By now her face was as red as her bottom and she knew she smelled of sex, pussy juice and cum. If any of the staff were to see her they would know what her husband knew and what she now knew too – she was a complete slut and she loved it. Tentatively she reached for the handle and slowly pulled the door open. To her dismay, the new maid that Wendy had told her about was standing there. Lara had been amazed when she saw her new mistress running upstairs totally naked. Even more shocking was the sight of the other naked woman who seemed to be soaking wet. She had followed them to the bedroom and, once the door was closed behind the women and their husbands, she had pressed her ear to the door. The sounds she had heard had shocked her and intrigued her. The dirty words, the sound of someone being spanked and the undeniable sounds of fucking had made her pussy tingle and she wondered when she would be able to find time to escape to her bedroom to make herself cum. The Politician's Wife Ch. 03 Alison nearly burst out crying when she saw the maid standing there but she knew there was only one way to cover her nakedness and that was to find her clothes again. She brushed past Lara and ran down the stairs as fast as the plug in her arse would allow. Her humiliation was complete, however, when she heard the Spanish woman gasp in shock at the sight of the plug between her cheeks. Lara was more determined than ever to get to know better the strange people she had come to work for.