Chapter 12
The next day I was very stiff and sore in some of the damnedest places.
This new life had its drawbacks. I vowed to hit the gym regularly and get into
condition, wondering how many other men were having the same problem. Mondays
were usually full of surprises; the machines had an entire weekend to plot and
execute new ways of getting out of work. This one was no different; two copiers,
a server and one bank of special high speed switches had gone on strike. To make
matters more interesting JJ called to complain about an intermittent problem
with her work station.
By the time I could get to her problem it had mysteriously cured itself.
She was her usual buttoned up self and most apologetic for causing this needless
visit on my part. All I could think of was what she looked like Saturday night
while we were testing the mattress on that spartan bed. Despite a marathon of
sexual fun and games that had stressed me to my limit, the other me began to
surface quite literally. I quickly took my leave, but for the briefest of
moments a glint of amusement broke the planes of her face. She knew her bait had
been taken and it would be only a matter of time before this fish was flopping
around in the boat. I wondered what was in that metal locker that sat beside the
bed and how those manacles would feel.
Considering the breakneck speed at which my life was going, this
relatively uneventful week was most welcome. It was not completely tranquil,
there was something on the horizon. One of the previously faceless females that
prowled the halls in search of romance and adventure was signaling that she was
very interested in the new me. I let it pass, needing some time to recover my
strength and equilibrium. This particular firefly had turned off his light for
the moment.
Late in the week I decided to invest in a call to Allie and Rod.
According to her last note this was to have been a very busy period for my
faithless wife. I was more than a little interested in news about the swing club
meeting plus Jill's "interview" with nurse Nora. My call triggered this
mechanical voice announcing that I could leave a message for this number after
the beep. It beeped and I hung up. An hour later, having exhausted my channel
selector, I called again. This time Rod picked up.
We had a long talk as he brought me up to date on the various adventures
of Jill. As luck would have it he was "entertaining and educating" a sweet young
thing who had turned 16 this week. They had just taken a break from their
activities, and while she did what teens usually do after a lengthy bout of
strenuous sex, pig out and use the bathroom, he decided to answer the phone. Rod
was quick to assure me, as if I cared, that this rather well endowed girl had
received Allie's seal of approval as a suitable playmate for him while she and
Jill were off to do their thing at the hospital. It seems that Allie had been
devoting a considerable amount of her free time to Jill's rehabilitation and
their love life had suffered as a consequence.
My tramp wife had been a big hit at the joint meeting of the local swing
clubs. A good time had been had by those who attended, except possibly for Jill
who was kept extremely busy with her fuck pig duties and didn't have much of a
chance to socialize. He told me gleefully that it took nearly a day for her
asshole to shrink back to normal. Since Allie had declared her sister's cunt to
be a condom free zone, the more considerate men had decided to use her asshole
initially to decrease the chances of impregnating her. On the other hand most of
the woman preferred to fist her cunt and use their strap ons to widen her
asshole; this being the best way to provide her the most discomfort. At this
stage Jill was still a very good looking woman, and some of the ladies felt a
bit threatened by her presence and the fact that she was a certified home
wrecker. It also didn't help that a few of the larger membered members teamed up
with more normally endowed folk to provide her with the double anal experience,
a special memento of her first, but certainly not last, visit to the local swing
club meetings.
Plenty of pictures were taken at the meeting by all sorts of people.
Jill naturally figured prominently in them. Many of the ladies took the
opportunity to sample my wife's pussy eating and ass rimming skills. In fact her
tongue remained sore and swollen for days after the meeting plus her lips were
chapped severely and developed a few sores from being in places where hygiene
was given lip service at best. Allie was still trying to assemble a scrapbook of
pictures taken by the members, and if all else failed, she would be sending me
the ones she took.
Shagger and his coworkers had a go at Jill earlier this week and tore
her up good, literally as well as figuratively. Sheriff Vlad caught an earful
from Allie about the damage done to her sister, and made him agree that until
the mutts were outfitted with protective booties, there would be no more
meetings with their prize bitch. Rod added that the department was considering
making Jill an honorary member of the canine corps, and that cracked me up good.
Negotiations were still going on between Allie and a local farmer
concerning the use of his stock. Plans were being formulated for a trip to the
farm within two or three weeks to introduce my wayward wife to a few well-hung
ponies, and if she survived that, a full grown stallion. The farmer was
beginning to weaken on his demand for a stud fee. In fact he was leaning
strongly to accepting the services of the very same young lady that Rod was
doing this evening in lieu of his fee. "It sure must be nice to live in an area
of the country where the age of consent was 16." I thought.
Rod let me know that the meeting with nurse Nora had gone well for
Allie, perhaps not so well for Jill. During the discussions my cheating wife had
swallowed a lot of piss, got to sample a few of the nurse's exotic collection of
enema recipes, and ate plenty of pussy including the oozing slit of Nora's
slave, Bones. Nora agreed that she would bring up the matter of Jill's admission
to the special ward, on an out patient basis, to the administrator, a good
friend of hers from the days when they were in training to become nurses. It
looked as if Jill would become sort of a crash test dummy for some of the more
radical treatments that were being evaluated for use on some of the special
cases now in residence at this very private hospital, which began to sound more
like a sanatorium to me.
The hospital people were very zealous in guarding the identity of their
patients and the type of treatments that they underwent. This meant that the
chances of photographing or taping Jill while she was being treated or
performing her duties were zero. I was naturally disappointed but Rod assured me
that Allie would be only too glad to call me and personally provide a blow by
blow description of what was going on whenever things got interesting. He also
clued me into the fact that Jill would be appearing on Nora's web site, and on
those occasions I would be hooked into her very private site so I could enjoy
the show.
It took a bit of coaxing on my part before Rod gave up what was
happening between his and my wife. As I suspected, Jill was really paying a high
price for her past life, not to mention what had brought her back to her roots.
Those pictures of Jill hanging by her tits, hands cuffed behind her back,
inspired Allie. For the past week she had taken her sister out to the back of
their property where it was well protected from the casual passerby and hung her
by her tits using a block and tackle arrangement provided by Rod as well as a
custom made double noose made from coarse rope he had braided special for his
sister-in-law. To make it more interesting she was hanging weights from Jill's
ankles to put additional strain on those big bouncy funbags. As Allie remarked
to her husband when she told him of her plan, "I'm only looking out for my
sister's well-being. This way she gets some fresh air, has some quiet time with
me and can work on her all over tan." Those sounded like good arguments to me.
I began to imagine the hot sun beating down on Jill's naked body
twisting slowly in one direction and then the other, adding to the pain as she
dangled by her swollen tits like a hooked worm. There was Allie keeping the
flies and other winged insects from doing too much damage to her skin by shooing
them away with a leather strap. In my mind's eye I could see Allie sitting in
the shade reading a book when she wasn't laying the leather to her sister's
sweat soaked body. My reverie was shattered by Rod's voice describing how Jill
was gagged to prevent her from disturbing the tranquility of the area with her
screams and pleading. "After the first session Allie made sure that her sister's
mouth was properly stuffed with a bag of rock salt held in place by a piece of
duct tape." He went on to say that Allie was already noticing some minor changes
in Jill's big tits and she was gradually lengthening the time of each stretching
session.
To make things worse, Allie thought it was only a matter of time before
Jill would start taking injections to make her lactate. She had already begun
planning for the time when her sister's milk-laden breasts would be bulging and
desperately in need of suckling to relieve the pressure that would build in
them. Couple this with the near starvation diet Jill had been put on in order to
make her get rid of approximately fifteen pounds and the future did not look
very promising for my wayward wife. On this happy note Rod ended our
conversation since his teen "fuck toy" was now fed, freshly douched and eager
for more lessons from the professor.
Before turning in for the night I reviewed what had happened this week
and was pretty satisfied. I'd had a chance to rest and recharge my batteries.
The fact that I'd not heard from JJ or WooWoo was a blessing, but something that
had to be dealt with next week. Then there was that young lady that had been
showing up fairly regularly this week. I couldn't remember her name, it was
something like Brenda or Glenda, but she certainly had a great rack and a very
nice ass, something to consider for the future. Tomorrow was Friday and then
there was the weekend with its endless possibilities.
