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Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 14
The arrangement between Lucinda and myself did not go smoothly. Twice Juanita slipped out of the motel and sought her cousin. The first time she was gone for three days and was returned with evidence that a few people along the way had defiled her body. She had plenty of soreness in her moneymaker from having been brutally used, and was unable to fully satisfy her best and to date only paying customer, my mother-in-law. Once she recovered, away she went again. For eight days she was missing. This time the unsophisticated teen hooker fell in with a bad crowd who took full advantage of her naivety, working her like a mule from dawn to dusk, before the pros took to the streets. When she gave them trouble they beat her senseless. When that approach stopped working they arranged a "marriage" between her and a large dog of mixed breeds.
Afterwards she was a very good whore and did exactly what the customers wanted, no matter how ugly or depraved it might be. She finally got lucky and was swept up in a dragnet run by the local cops on the lookout for nonunion whores who didn't pay protection. Juanita starred in a twenty-four hour gangbang that was not only taped, but also sent out on the Internet via a coded channel. All she got for her trouble was a few nightsticks shoved up her cunt and a beating that left her face lopsided, but no bones broken. These were pros and knew their business. It was Lucinda who negotiated her release in exchange for some free pussy and five hundred bucks.
The housekeeper showed up at our door with what remained of Juanita who had been put through the wringer, and according to Lucinda, deserved everything that happened to her. By now Gwen was back from the hospital and the place was wall-to-wall people. Roxy had suffered a setback and once more took to her bed with the vibrator and dildo and set out to see how many orgasms she could produce in a day. She stopped showering and eating and to get within ten feet of her required a nose stuffed with cotton balls. Rob dropped by to see his patient and did a double take when he saw the condition of Juanita's face. He gave her a quick check and ascertained there were no bones broken and in another week or so most of the swelling would have disappeared. However the best news was that Gwen would be able to travel within a week. He also let me know that Carol Lauren was hot on the trail of something that might give her an advantage when push came to shove over what happened to Gwen.
The sight of a badly beaten and very contrite teenager was all it took for Roxy to make a rapid recovery. The two celebrated by taking a nice long shower together and by the time they finished there was no soap left. While they were away getting to know each other once more, the local housekeeper came by and changed the sheets. I tipped generously for the trouble and still received a glare from her. Naturally Roxy and her teen lover dove back under the covers and didn't come up for air until the next morning. By then they were ravenous and foraging for food like animals. Also like animals they wore no clothing, which was fine with me. Three days later the four of us headed for home, leaving behind a lot of very bad memories.
The flight home was uneventful except when one of the stewardesses, who was a dedicated lesbian, figured out that the teenager with the flashing dark eyes was a kindred soul. We had to keep Juanita strapped in her seat for the entire flight except when she had to visit the ladies room. Roxy made it her business to escort her little love bug to and from the tiny compartment that passed for a bathroom. Home for the immediate future was Roxy's place with its five bedrooms, four baths and swimming pool. The weather was not suitable for swimming just yet, but one could get a nice start on a full body tan if done a few hours at a time.
My bride was still unable to perform her conjugal duties, which was no surprise considering what had happened to her on the honeymoon. Roxy and Juanita continued to be glued together at the crotch morning, noon and night, which left me without any sexual relief. Gwen's physician was very upset about the injuries to her body and strongly suggested that she be admitted to the hospital for a thorough examination. Recommendations then could be made concerning what to do for the various physical traumas she had suffered. So away Gwen went to the hospital, where she remained for six weeks. When she came out, her body was nearly flawless thanks to some outstanding plastic surgery that not only dealt with the injuries but also enhanced certain portions of her anatomy.
Her bottom had been tightened and relieved of all the colonies of cellulite that were already forming a beachhead. Despite her relatively youthfulness, a vaginal rejuvenation was also performed that made her pussy tight as a drum. According to the surgeon that performed the procedure, she could pick up a dime with that refreshed and improved cunt. It was quite later in our marriage that she confessed he had been the first to try out her new and improved pussy. According to her recollection, I was number twenty-nine or thirty; she wasn't all that sure by then. The scars from the pointer had been erased in most cases, and the few remaining were cleverly disguised as minor birthmarks. Finally they gave her a set of tits made from a new wonder material that behaved like flesh. Now she sported a set of gravity defying 38 double Ds deliberately designed not to be exactly the same, which made them look even more normal and awesome when on display.
We were all given a good look at the new and improved Gwen who seemed to enjoy flaunting what she had. From the look on Roxy's face, I knew there would be another member of the family signing up for whatever Gwen received. Juanita seemed to be nonplussed since she was too unsophisticated to pick up the signs that were being exchanged between Roxy and her daughter. Naturally I wanted to tear off a piece of that hot looking ass, as was my right according to the way I was thinking. Ever since we had returned home I was depending on porn, the raunchier the better, to keep me stable.
Roxy had gotten me a good position in a company run by a friend of a friend. The money was fine and the amount of eager pussy in my department was well above average. The only problem was I lived in a fishbowl as Roxy's son-in-law. Things at home were much worse. There I was being driven slowly insane by the sight of Juanita and Roxy showing off their goodies and openly describing how hot it felt when one did the other in the asshole with her tongue or bragged about how many orgasms she had while her partner was ramming that strap-on dildo deep into her juicy pussy while at the same time a buzzing vibrator deep in her rectum was turning her intestines to mush.
It soon became obvious that my bride wanted to be alone, pleading the trauma associated with what had happened to her after she had been arrested. Little did I know that she was fooling around with the surgeon who rebuilt her body and now was being treated to a nice dividend whenever the spirit moved him. A few weeks after the arrival of Gwen, her mother went in for some work and was in the hospital for ten days. Juanita and Gwen visited Roxy daily, generally after their morning romp in the big bed they now occupied. To make matters worse, they liked to leave the door open and let me eat my heart out as they did nasty things to each other's body. When I threatened to tell Roxy, they laughed and informed me they had already told her and she approved. In fact once Gwen returned home they were going to work out a schedule that allowed everyone to get as much of the other two as they could handle.
A visit to my mother-in-law was in order, and quickly. She lay beneath the covers, her face expressionless and listened to my tale of woe. When I was done whining, she grinned and explained the facts of married life, Roxy style, to me. I just sat there with my mouth open and listened to her speak about herself, Gwen and Juanita first and then getting around to me. It was a revelation to be sure, and I was the beneficiary.
" Gwen and I go way back as lovers, but unlike me, she didn't have the guts to hunt her own food. I think that when I wasn't looking, a few of my male friends had taken advantage of Gwen. My guess this started to happen when she was around her middle teen years. She began to get standoffish with me and then just stopped letting me do her whenever the spirit moved me. This was a great blow because mommy's little teenager knew more tricks than a ten-dollar whore. When we were going at it steady, she was like a sponge when it came to learning ways to get me off. However it seemed she never wanted to learn how to handle the other kind with dicks and limited horizons when it came to relationships; instead it looks as if they trained her."
"Although we were mother and daughter and lived in the same house, our worlds were now separate. Gwen became a nonprofessional playgirl or slut, which was the way I described her antics to my friends. She would disappear for days and then come home looking like she'd been dragged through a sewer. One day I walked in on her drying off after a shower and saw the welts from a ferocious beating one of her male friends had given her for some infraction of his rules. Although she'll never admit it, Gwen had at least two pregnancies terminated, and to the best of my knowledge cannot conceive. Thank goodness she never got into drugs or I'd have seen her buried before she was twenty-one."
"Then after a near death experience when her boyfriend tied her up and tried to drown her in his tub, she regressed to the weak, mild-mannered teenager you met and courted, sight unseen when it came to sex. What were you thinking? That led in turn to a marriage that I thought would free me from worrying about her. Then came that disaster of a honeymoon and here we are, almost back where we started. The only good thing that came out of that honeymoon was Juanita. That little minx will keep me busy for the next five years and I'll enjoy every second of whatever she decides to do with my old body. You my dear boy have been aced out by a fifteen-year-old with little or no education and hopefully a taste for just well-aged female flesh."
"It looks as if that session she had with the local cops has put her back to square one. I wonder if another session, perhaps not as stressing, might bring her back to where she was before they got their hands on her. If somehow that happened, you'd have a sex maniac for a wife who had a body that wouldn't quit and that isn't bad considering what you have right now. I wonder if Lucinda and June would be up for another round featuring your brain-fogged wife. If the price was right, I think they might join in the fun. Besides that, you might get laid regularly while they were reprogramming your bride. Suppose I call Lucinda and see how much she wants to do the deed, no matter the consequences? Not only that, if she goes for the deal I'll offer her, I'll throw in a going away party for you that'll keep you limp for a week."
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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