Part 1 - Chapter Two
Darlene: Slut Wife
Only a few weeks after leaving GWU, Darlene decided that she and Dwayne were
slipping into another rut. Dwayne worked too hard and too much. Even the
quickies at lunchtime ended when she started working at the preschool and day
care center. Neglected wasn't what Darlene wanted to feel, but was how she felt.
If Dwayne's long work hours weren't bad enough, football season had started,
too. Dwayne was a Redskins fan, but he also watched almost every college and
professional game that was broadcast on Saturday and Sunday.
"Ken's having a football party on Sunday," Dwayne announced when he finally got
home Friday evening. 'Football parties' were just the guys from work getting
together for beer, munchies, and a day in front of a TV. "What? No comment?"
"Am I going to become a football widow again this year?"
Dwayne looked guilty. He felt guilty. He knew he was neglecting his wife. They
hadn't made love in days. And now he planned to go out to drink beer and watch
football with the guys again. 'I guess I should stay home,' he thought. Then
inspiration struck.
"No, you are not going to be a football widow. This year, you're going to be a
football fans' serving slave. You will do anything and everything I tell you to,
got it?"
Just hearing the word 'slave' sent a tingle through Darlene's body. Her
imagination immediately began flashing pictures of what Dwayne might make her
do. "Yes, master."
"OK, football slave," he told her. "Spend a few dollars from your salary and buy
a collar that says 'Dwayne's Slave'. Bring that and your cheerleading outfit to
Ken's house on Sunday. And get those clothes off. Now!"
Darlene opened her mouth to object, but her mind flashed a scene of her serving
munchies in that outfit, being leered at by Dwayne's co-workers. She imagined
him ordering, 'No panties.' And she was horny. Frustrated. She took off the
baggy shorts and baggier T-shirt while she glared at her husband, still a little
angry. Then he got the toy box out of the closet and ordered her to the back
yard.
"I can't go outside like this," she protested.
"Slaves have no choice," he told her. "I'll gag you and carry you out if I have
to."
"Well, you'll have to," she snapped, hoping to goad him into action. It worked.
Nylon cuffs tightened around her wrists and a rope wrapped around her ankles.
Dwayne threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the back yard, giving her
bare bottom stinging swats as he walked. Once in the back yard, he sat her on a
swing on the kid's swing set, eliciting a shrill squeal as her bare bottom made
contact with the cold metal.
"I need another set of cuffs," he grumbled as he secured each of her wrists high
up on the chains. He held her legs out straight and looped the rope around an
ankle, then tied it off high on the chain. Her legs still had lots of freedom.
She could even pull up on the wrist cuffs to lift herself off the cold seat.
It was a familiar position, one that she loved. She liked being eaten while in
bondage, especially when she was exposed outside the house. The danger of being
seen by a neighbor or the kids or a cop or whoever added an extra bit of
excitement. She loved being fucked. She loved the stars, the crisp air, and
being teased until she agreed to be a slut cheerleading slave maid for a bunch
of beer drinking football fans next Sunday.
--==*==--
"This is embarrassing," Darlene blushed, standing in Ken and Judy's kitchen.
"I... Well, I promised... It's like this. It's a fantasy and well, I'm... I
promised Dwayne I'd be his... I'm supposed to be a maid for all the guys and
show off a little and..."
"I know," Judy laughed. They weren't close friends but they had known each other
for two years and were something more than just acquaintances. "Ken told me
about your little visits to hubby at the shop. He says you promised Dwayne to do
anything he says."
"Yeah," Darlene answered bashfully, looking at the tabletop, unable to meet
Judy's eyes.
"Well, go ahead," Judy laughed at her older friend. "I'm going to be a Dallas
Cowboy cheerleader. According to Ken, Dwayne's been bragging about your new
outfit. Is it really as nasty as I've heard?"
"I don't even know," Darlene giggled. "A while back I surprised him by dressing
up in my daughter's junior high cheerleader outfit. It was way too short and way
too tight. At first, he said that he wanted me to wear it today. Then he changed
his mind and said that he got something special for the party. He kept it at the
shop. The guys have all seen it, but I haven't."
"I haven't seen my outfit either. I'll kill Ken if it's as bad as yours sounds.
Mine's in our bedroom. I guess yours is too. Is that what was in the bag Dwayne
brought?"
"Yeah," Darlene blushed. "We stopped by the shop after church to pick it up."
Judy was cute and young, around twenty-two. Darlene hadn't asked. She taught
aerobics classes and had the body to prove it. Her long, light brown hair was
always in a ponytail, but her most striking feature was her big amber eyes. At
least, that's what Darlene noticed first. Men tended to see her legs, often
noting that, "you can see daylight between her thighs."
In the bedroom, Judy quickly stripped to her bikini panties and opened the box
with her uniform, a cheap imitation of the standard uniform for Dallas Cowboys
Cheerleaders but more revealing. "I should have guessed," Judy laughed as she
put it on.
Although Darlene continued exercising after leaving GWU, she still carried extra
weight in her butt and thighs. Her bust remained large, giving her an hourglass
figure that most men loved. Judy reminded Darlene of Debbie, another fitness
nut, with the same bouncy personality and bubbling energy. Judy was already
dressed before Darlene managed to undress and open her bag.
"Ditto," she groaned when she looked in the bag. She pulled out the garment on
top that consisted mostly of thin elastic straps, hardly more than strings.
"The guys are going to love you in that," Judy giggled. "Even Ken."
"He won't even look at me," Darlene contradicted. "He'll only see you."
"Variety's the spice of life. He's already seen me naked."
"And me almost naked."
"And he talked about your butt until I was ready to kill him."
"You're kidding." Darlene was really surprised... and secretly pleased.
"No, I'm not. He says I could use a little more padding, especially up here,"
the younger woman chuckled, cupping under her bust.
"I have too much," Darlene sighed, twisting the little garment around again. "I
guess it'd spoil the effect if I wore panties with this."
"Doesn't it have one attached?"
"Yes, but it's crotchless. Split all the way and it has a keyhole opening in the
front, see?"
"Boy, he really does want you to show off your sexy body."
"Do you really think I'm sexy looking?"
"Definitely," Judy told her, careful not to add 'in a mature way' or any other
qualifier. Darlene was definitely sexy, a fox at any age, but especially for a
mid-thirties housewife. She had lost thirty pounds since early spring, which was
the last time Judy had seen her.
Darlene pulled the maid costume up her legs and positioned the two strings
firmly up in her butt crack and the elastic waistband over the swell of her
hips. Garter straps were attached to the elastic waistband to tickle her bare
butt cheeks. There was a shiny black satin front to the bottom but the keyhole
shaped cutout exposed all of her pussy and some bare flesh surrounding it. A
semi-sheer, lace-trimmed apron barely covered the cutout but the slightest
movement left her completely exposed. The top was of the same shiny black satin.
A small panel over her midriff and an underwired half-cup bra with wide-set
straps attached to a lacy white collar that closed around her neck with Velcro.
Judy helped tie the string that snugged the underwires under Darlene's breasts.
White semi-sheer, lace-trimmed cups covered her breasts but her dark areolas
showed through the thin fabric.
"These stick on with Velcro," Darlene noted, pulling one of the cups away, then
carefully replacing it.
"And fishnet stockings," Judy laughed. "Men. They're all the same."
"I've never worn fishnet stockings in my life," Darlene laughed, pulling one up
her legs.
"They're uncomfortable in heels," Judy told Darlene. "I wore a costume kind of
like yours last Halloween except it wasn't quite as skimpy. It came with fishnet
pantyhose."
They discovered that standard garter snaps were hard to fasten onto the fishnets
that Dwayne had bought, but they managed. "You look absolutely sluttish," Judy
chuckled.
"I keep telling myself that I promised," Darlene groaned. "But I just can't go
out in this. I just... Oh, shit. I promised. What's worst of all is that
everybody will probably smell how turned on I am."
"Whatever floats your boat," Judy laughed, picking up pompons and skipping out.
"Wow!" the men gasped when they saw Judy. "Double wow!" Ken added when Darlene
appeared. The other men were struck dumb.
Dwayne smiled, proud of his wife--her body, her breasts, her
bravery--everything. "Love it, hon'," he smiled, getting up to French her deeply
and cup his hands on her bare bottom to the hoots from his co-workers.
She was a little afraid Dwayne would want her to service all the men in some
way, but there was just some playful touching. And lots of showing off. When
Darlene shed the heels because they were so uncomfortable, the men asked for
half-time entertainment, so both wives danced to the band music. The bra cups
were snatched off early in the second half. Judy refused to remove her top,
saying she couldn't compete with Darlene's boobs.
Calvin suggested that Darlene shave. Dwayne told him, "Maybe next time."
"What? You're going to have me nude?"
"Would you mind?" he asked.
"Not if it turns you on," she answered after a moment of thought.
"It definitely does that," he told her, with all eight of his co-workers
agreeing enthusiastically.
"Well I'm turned on, too," she told him, smiling. "You're definitely going to
get worked over when we get home."
"You, too."
Midway through the late game, Darlene called home again to check on the kids.
Jennifer reported that David, Katy and Crystal were already asleep in bed but
that David wouldn't go to sleep when he was told to. "Donnie and me are just
going to bed now. Are you and dad having fun?"
"Yes. See you in the morning."
"Are you going to pay me tomorrow morning?" Jennifer asked.
"First thing," Darlene promised. "Good night."
Dwayne made Darlene wear the sexy outfit for the ride home. Actually, all he had
to do was ask, and play with her pussy while he drove. He licked her pussy in
the living room, then helped pick up the mess the kids left, then ate her pussy
again in the bedroom. Darlene was in heaven when he finally fucked her while she
frigged herself to another orgasm before falling asleep in the outfit.
--==*==--
For the rest of the fall, Dwayne's family got into a groove rather than a rut.
Monday through Saturday were for work and the kids. The family never missed a
ball game, school event, or teacher conference. After church on Sunday was
reserved for football and sex.
Darlene was careful to dress conservatively most of the time. She limited her
flashing and 'wife slut' scenes to a small group of Dwayne's coworkers. She
didn't want her kids teased or harassed about her dress or behavior. Once in a
while, she let [Image] Dwayne talk her into wearing an extra short skirt or
showing cleavage out in public, if they were reasonably sure that they wouldn't
meet anyone who might object.
Darlene stayed hooked on the Internet, learning more about the family computer.
She regularly chatted on-line with her old classmates and professors from GWU on
a closed channel or in GWU's password protected 'family' listserv. Each time she
sat down at the workstation, she set a kitchen timer to remind her when it was
time to log off. Without that reminder, she had often forgotten the time and
neglected necessary chores.
With her travels about the adult entertainment circuit, Lucy used e-mail through
the listserv and chats to stay in touch with her friends, most of whom were
connected with GWU. Lucy expressed strong opinions about almost everything, but
especially nude dancing and her own independence. Clarice and others, including
her mother, were always after Lucy to settle down to married life. Lucy insisted
that she was a free spirit. "I'll settle down and get married when I'm ready."
Over the Columbus Day weekend, Darlene found Lucy in a live chat. She confessed
that the family was doing better thanks to her job in the pre-school but moaned
about the car breaking down and never having enough money.
We hv nuthin in savings agn
Uv told me how u get off showing ur bod. Get paid 4 it
Rite. me? strip? who'd pay me? maybe to keep my clothes on LOL
Ud b surprised
Lucy said she was performing at a club in Maryland in a few weeks. "It's less
than an hour's drive from your place. Give it a try, gal." What finally
convinced Darlene was when Lucy suggested that it would please Dwayne. "He likes
for you to show off. You might as well make some money off it. I bet he'll
really get off on it. Have him play pimp and send you out. I bet you can
convince him it's his idea."
Her timer went 'ding' so Darlene said goodbye and logged off. As she fixed
supper for the family, she kept imagining stripping nude in a club full of
strangers. In her mind, the idea seemed exciting. It was scary, but so was
showing off in front of Dwayne's coworkers the first time. Every Sunday since
the start of football season, her exhibitions had become more and more daring.
To both Darlene and Dwayne, each was also more and more exciting.
They all made her activities a game. Dwayne made unlikely bets and the other
guys bet cash against her clothing and services. The second weekend of the
season, she started out dressed in a micromini, halter, and heels with a little
decorative apron. By half time, she was down to panties and heels. At the end of
the game, she wore only the apron and heels.
As the season progressed, Darlene eventually was serving beer in the nude except
for spike-heeled shoes. Before she went beyond showing her body, Darlene
insisted that the guys get permission from their wives or girl friends. She
listened in and even talked to most of the wives and was surprised when most
agreed that she could "give him a hand job" to pay off a bet.
There were enough upsets that Dwayne collected a couple hundred dollars to put
in the family savings account. But Dwayne usually lost, and Darlene progressed
to shaving her pussy in front of the group, then masturbating for them, first
with her fingers and a week later with various toys and vegetables, and finally
allowing them to fondle and suckle her nipples.
Darlene and Dwayne had to pick up the kids and Maria after the guys left. It had
been their turn to host the football party. Maria took their brood to the zoo
and a movie. She loved it.
"The more kids, the better," Maria told Darlene with a smile.
Maria and Jennifer had remained fast friends since the weekend in Virginia Beach
during their GWU session. On the way to the zoo, Darlene asked her husband, "How
far do you want this to go?"
He knew exactly what she was talking about. "I was hoping you'd want to talk
about it. All the guys want to fuck you but..."
After a few moments of silence, Darlene spoke again. "I know. That giant 'but'.
I don't want to commit adultery. It _is_ a religious thing for me. My problem is
that I'm not sure where to stop. I... Dwayne, love, I... Geez, how do I tell you
this?"
Dwayne pulled the car to the curb so he could face her while they talked
privately. "Be completely honest with me," Dwayne told his wife, reaching out to
take her hand.
"It's just that the idea, the fantasy of being fucked by half a dozen guys or
even a dozen or more is so... exciting," Darlene choked out, barely maintaining
her composure. "But I don't want to actually do it. It's just a fantasy. A
pretty exciting one."
"Thank God," Dwayne sighed. "I'm the same way. As a fantasy, it's wild, but I
agree with you. More than agree. I don't want anybody else fucking you."
"Which brings us back to how far I go," Darlene sighed. "I kind of like all the
guys and I already called... Would beating them off be OK?" Dwayne looked back
at his wife. "Your turn to be completely honest," she grinned. "Completely and
totally."
"My fantasy, kind of an idea, was titty fucks," he told her with a blush.
"They all _do_ kind of get off on my puppies, don't they?" Darlene giggled,
cupping under her breasts, which were now properly encased in a bra covered by a
sweatshirt.
"So do I. I was thinking maybe the line is penetration."
"I don't trust any of them enough to swallow their come, so I won't open my
mouth and eat their spunk either."
"Good. I hadn't thought of that."
"I did. I was worried we'd let things get out of hand. I... I've imagined it
all, getting fucked 'til I'm sore and stuff."
"We ought to invite Maria to do a strap-on thing," Dwayne said.
"Order her to is more like it. To really get off, she has to be forced to do
nasty things."
"That's just an excuse."
"Not for Maria. And we better get her before she goes nuts with the kids. We're
late."
But Maria had the whole brood lined up with their mouths open like hungry baby
birds, tossing pieces of popcorn at a partner across the sidewalk. From Jennifer
to Crystal, they were having a ball and Maria was joining in on the fun. "You're
incredible," Darlene laughed, opening the side door of the van.
"I just like kids," Maria smiled back, herding them in and buckling seat belts.
Crystal fell asleep in seconds and Kaitlyn, the six year old, dropped off before
they got home. Dwayne carried Kaitlyn up to bed. Maria took Crystal. Once the
kids were tucked in, the adults settled at the kitchen table.
"Thanks a world for taking the kids," Darlene told Maria again.
"I loved it. I miss my family but it was time for me to leave."
"So, how are you doing otherwise?" Dwayne asked.
"I'm broke."
"Not completely," Dwayne said, holding two twenty-dollar bills out to her.
"Thanks," she smiled. "But child care and the kitchen at Roy Rogers don't pay a
living wage. I want to go to college for at least a little bit before I get
married. Peggy would chew me out but I still don't know what I want to do with
my life other than have a bunch of babies and a big, happy family of my own."
"Clarice would be right with you," Darlene laughed.
"Come on in here, Jen'," Maria called over Darlene's head. "I see you. You're a
teenager now, almost an adult. You don't have to sneak around. Just come in and
sit down with the adults."
Jennifer sheepishly crept into the kitchen, a worried look on her face. Maria
smiled broadly and looked directly at Darlene.
"Clarice is going to spank your bottom good. Why haven't you told your daughter
about her clitoris? Jen told me about your talk, what you told her about sex. No
cock in her puss, butt, or mouth. But you didn't tell her anything else, so I'm
going to stay over and teach her to masturbate... unless you object real
strong."
Darlene's first thought was how much she liked the remnants of Maria's accent,
how she put the accent on 'tur' when she said masturbate and how she trilled the
'r' a bit. But she knew that she had been avoiding the talks she needed to have
with Jennifer and was relieved that Maria was so close to her daughter.
"I admit it. I've been avoiding it. With my kids, I'm still a little inhibited.
I guess it was the way I was brought up."
"The way _you_ were brought up? How about me? Geez," Maria growled. "Well, I
think Dwayne ought'a spank your bottom good for neglecting your motherly
duties."
"That might be fun," Darlene giggled. Then she remembered that her 14-year-old
daughter was listening.
"She knows you're kinky," Maria told Darlene. "Don't 'cha."
"Well..." Jennifer hedged.
"You've gotta have coffee if you stay up late with the adults," Maria snickered.
"I'm disappointed that you haven't offered." Darlene apologized and started a
pot. "So how are you guys doing these days?" Maria asked.
"Getting along," Dwayne answered.
"That doesn't sound real great," Maria frowned at him. Together, Dwayne and
Darlene described their non-sexual lives since leaving GWU. While things were a
little better, the couple admitted that there was always part of a month left at
the end of the money. "I know what you mean," Maria sighed. "That's why I'm
going to start working as a stripper. I'm going to save up enough money for two
years of college."
"You're not serious! You?" Darlene gasped in surprise.
"I have to," she smiled back. "I can't go back home. I have a big family, too,
and they're barely making it. You should have heard mom when I told her."
"You told your mother?"
"I won't hide anything from her," Maria said. "Well, not much, anyway. I didn't
tell her everything about GWU. But I told her I wasn't going to be promiscuous
or dirty or anything. I'm just going to take off my clothes and dance for men
who pay to see my naked body. That's all. You ought to think about it, too."
"I have. Lucy said she's going to be at a club just outside DC in Maryland. I'm
supposed to go see her. I haven't even had a chance to talk to Dwayne about it
yet."
"Or me," Jennifer said. "My mother, a stripper? Ick!"
"She'd be a beautiful stripper," Maria told the girl. "And she'd make more money
so she could get you guys some things and pay off some bills and everything. She
can work late so she's home when you get off school. She won't have to pay a
babysitter 'cause your dad will be home. It's something to think about."
"But what if somebody at school found out?"
"Why don't you tell 'em, eh? Once everybody knows, it's a 'so what?' thing, you
know?" Maria advised. "That's why I told my mom and dad." She laughed. "I even
invited my dad to come watch me so he could be sure I didn't do anything nasty.
I'll die if he actually comes to see me, though. Can you imagine?"
"Dad's seen me with no clothes," Jennifer pointed out.
"But not dancing sexy for a bunch of strangers."
"Yeah. I guess that'd be different."
"Very. So, Darlene. Are you going to try it?"
"I'll think about it. Dwayne and Jennifer and I will have to talk about it."
"I've made up my mind. It's the only job I can find that will pay enough for me
to live on my own and still go to college. I have convinced myself that I have
to, that I'm being forced to do it. It's this little voice in my mind, my mental
mistress. If you want to hear a kinky story, I'll tell you about it."
"Sure," Darlene said, glancing at her husband and daughter.
