Housewife's Awakening
(MF, F+/F, wife, 1st-lesbian, reluctant)
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Chapter Two - The Nieces Return
It was almost three months before Debbie saw Stephanie and Amber again. Debbie's
nieces opened an entirely new life for the normally conservative Debbie. She now
kept her five-foot frame taunt from daily workouts. The workouts strengthened
the muscles under Debbie's breasts causing the 36D globes to look a size larger.
To Debbie's pleasant surprise, Brett noticed and in just the last month or so,
he seemed to want to have sex every night. Brett especially liked the way Debbie
kept her pussy shaved bare. Although Debbie almost always orgasmed with Brett,
her most intense orgasms occurred as she masturbated with the vibrator her
nieces left her for a gift. All Debbie had to do was to think about that
afternoon and her cunt would be soaked with her juices.
When Brett told Debbie that Stephanie and Amber were arriving the next day for
another visit, Debbie almost came with just the anticipation. "When will they
get here?" Debbie asked trying to hide her anticipation. She was glad to learn
it would be late in the afternoon. Debbie spent the day shopping, picking out
some special clothes just for the two girls. Debbie laughed at the thought of
calling these two sexual mavericks "girls."
Stephanie at 18 was the best sexual partner Debbie ever had, and Amber at 17 was
learning fast. Debbie arrived home before Brett and changed into her short black
mini-skirt and white blouse that buttoned up the front. Debbie chose not to wear
any panties and her bra was so sheer it barely contained her rock hard nipples.
She pulled her long, blond hair back into a ponytail, which made Debbie look
much younger than her 33 years. She was almost giddy with anticipation when the
doorbell finally rang.
Brett answered the door and Stephanie and Amber quickly entered with laughter
and hugs for everyone. Debbie noticed as Brett's eyes locked onto Stephanie's
35C breasts hidden behind a cotton halter. Brett wrapped his arms around Amber
also and crushed her smaller 34B tits against his chest. Debbie felt a twinge of
jealously as Brett's hand patted Amber's firm ass, her shorts so tight and short
that her asscheeks poked out from under the hem. Debbie dismissed any worry as
Stephanie approached her. She did not notice the bulge in Brett's pants as the
two nieces walked toward Debbie.
Debbie consciously restrained herself as Stephanie kissed her on the cheek and
slyly licked Debbie's earlobe. Debbie could feel Brett's eyes on her as Amber
kissed Debbie with glee and winked then purposely let her hand drift across
Debbie's tit as she walked by. The four sat down and chatted for a couple of
hours until Brett announced he was tired and going to bed. Debbie was thrilled
that Brett was leaving her alone with her nieces. Amber and Stephanie expressed
a desire to go and get a "night cap" and invited Debbie to come along. Brett
agreed it would be a good idea and as he went upstairs to bed the three women
left together in Debbie's minivan.
Once upstairs, Brett could hardly contain his excitement. He pulled a pair of
Debbie's thongs from the dirty clothes hamper and held them up to his nose
inhaling the sweet aroma of her sex. Brett held the thongs in his hand as he sat
down on the toilet and took his cock in his hand and started to slide his hand
up and down. Within moments, Brett grunted and shot two loads of cum into the
panties. Brett changed into his pajamas, brushed his teeth and went to bed
satisfied.
Debbie, Stephanie and Amber talked excitedly as they headed toward a local bar
near the neighborhood. Debbie knew the bartender would not check the two girls
identification if they were with her. Just as they pulled into the parking lot,
Stephanie reached over and ran her hand up the inside of Debbie's thigh to her
bare cunt. "No panties," Stephanie giggled as she spoke to Amber, "you have
turned into a little slut Debbie." Debbie beamed with pride as Stephanie's
finger found Debbie's cunt lips and slid easily inside. Debbie's cuntlips were
swollen and her slit was saturated with excitement. Stephanie used her fingers
on Debbie's clit while Amber reached from the back seat and massaged Debbie's
tits. Just as Debbie was about to cum, the girls stopped at the same time.
"Please," Debbie begged to which Stephanie informed her later. Debbie exited the
minivan on wobbly legs but after a couple of drinks regained her composure.
As the women talked, Stephanie steered the conversation around to fidelity.
"Would you ever cheat on Brett?" Stephanie asked and winked at Amber. Debbie
adamantly denied that she would ever cheat on Brett with another man. Stephanie
asked if Debbie was absolutely sure, and Debbie reaffirmed her statement. Debbie
watched as Stephanie took a stack of photos from her bag. "I think you'll find
these interesting," Stephanie said with a hint of laughter and handed the photos
to Debbie.
Debbie stared in disbelief. There in her hand were pictures of herself, lying on
her bed with Stephanie between her legs shaving her cunt. In the next photo,
Debbie was sucking Stephanie's breasts. Another photo showed her head buried
into Stephanie's cunt obviously giving oral sex. The final picture was of Amber
fucking Debbie from behind with the strap on dildo. The pictures clearly showed
Debbie enjoying herself and a willingly participant. "Why are you showing these
to me?" Debbie asked nervously. Stephanie's face contained an evil grin as she
spoke. "Well, Amber and I want your loyalty, we expect our bitches to do as they
are told and sometimes we need a little persuasion," Stephanie informed a
shocked Debbie.
Debbie was confused. These two young girls appeared so carefree and now they
were just being evil. But Debbie was concerned as Stephanie took the pictures
and placed them back in her handbag. "We want to play a game with you called
test your confidence," Stephanie informed Debbie. Debbie sat silently as
Stephanie explained. Stephanie informed Debbie that she would get a job at a
strip club and work until she made one thousand dollars. She would also submit
to any and all orders that either Stephanie or Amber gave her immediately and
without question. Stephanie told Debbie that Amber already picked the club and
that auditions were the next day. Debbie started to protest but Stephanie held
up her hand. "Now, here is the fun part," Stephanie continued, "We bet that we
can get Brett to fuck both of us and we will take pictures to prove it." "He
would never do it, just like I wouldn't fuck anyone else," Debbie said
poignantly with a slight hint of arrogance. "And I will not work in a strip club
for anyone." "No problem," said Stephanie, "I'm sure Brett would be totally
understanding of your situation after seeing these pictures. I am also sure
that the divorce attorney that he would hire wouldn't dare use these pictures to
make sure that he gets complete and full custody of the kids. I am also pretty
sure that the scandal that would spread as a result of these pictures being
released to the local schools, paper, and your husbands work wouldn't cause
irreparable damage to Brett and the kids reputations."
Debbie was appalled. These two women were definitely not the same two who were
so carefree in the dressing room. This was blackmail and Debbie knew she was
without choices. She loved Brett and the kids too much to risk causing them the
hurt and damage that this would induce. "Good," said Stephanie as Debbie sat
silently and listened, "Here's the game." Stephanie explained that the two girls
could do everything to seduce Brett except parade naked in front of him or touch
him. If before their two week visit was up, Brett fucked them, then Debbie would
be their sex slave for one year doing anything or anyone they asked. However, if
after two weeks, Brett did not fuck them, then Debbie could quit her job as a
stripper and she would get the pictures back. Stephanie emphasized that Brett
must fuck them both, her and Amber.
Debbie listened and on the inside smiled. She knew that Brett would not betray
her on several counts. The first and most important was that Brett loved her and
second, these were her nieces. Debbie did not see how she could lose. "And Brett
has to fuck both of you?" Debbie asked, "within 14 days?" Stephanie nodded and
Debbie agreed. Stephanie and Amber then told Debbie that they would show her the
strip club where Debbie would work. The only words spoken in the minivan as
Debbie drove were Amber providing directions. Debbie drove into the large city
they lived near and into the seedy downtown area. Debbie saw the numerous adult
bookstores and strip clubs as she drove until finally Amber pointed to one with
partially nude women outlined in neon on the room. Amber saw a fat, dirty man
standing outside barking at pedestrians trying to entice them into the club
called "Platinum Blondes." "You're kidding," Debbie said exasperated, "that
place is a dump." Stephanie and Amber both laughed and told Debbie no one said
it would be easy. Debbie was completely beside herself, but as she sat there
she decided that she could take two weeks of humiliation if it would protect her
family.
Not one word was spoken as the group drove back home. Once at home, Stephanie
reminded Debbie of the deal and told her it would start tomorrow. Debbie found
Brett sound asleep in bed when she entered the bedroom. Debbie quietly undressed
and was surprised to find that her cunt was as wet as ever. As Debbie lightly
touched her engorged cunt lips, she shivered as the currents of excitement
coursed through her body. Debbie looked at Brett again to make sure he was still
asleep and then proceeded to finger herself to orgasm before going to bed. That
morning Stephanie and Amber were gone when Debbie got up. Brett took the kids to
school on his way to work.
On the Stephanie's bed was an envelope that contained directions for Debbie. Her
appointment at the strip club was at 2 pm and Stephanie wrote in large letters
"DON'T BE LATE." Debbie sighed and went to her closet to find the items
specified by Stephanie. At 2pm promptly Debbie walked through the doors of
"Platinum Blondes" and asked to see the manager. Debbie found the inside of the
club more disgusting that outside. The manager came out and it was the fat man
Debbie saw the night before trying to attract customers. "What do you want," the
fat man demanded. Debbie shivered as she could feel his eyes undressing her. The
thought of running away was racing in her mind, but then she knew Stephanie
still had the incriminating pictures. Debbie took a deep breath and told the
story Stephanie instructed.
"I need a job, I'm a single Mother and have to find work to keep my apartment."
The fat man nodded and motioned for Debbie to enter his office. "Strip!" the fat
man said matter-of-factly to Debbie not even looking at her. She was completely
humiliated and almost ran out of the club, but the thought of her families ruin
gave her a sense of purpose and determination to see this through. She started
removing the clothes Stephanie ordered her to wear. First the "A"line skirt,
then the tight sweater. Debbie stopped and stood in just her black thong and
push-up bra uneasy in the 3-inch black hi-heel shoes that accented her shapely
legs. The fat man looked up and motioned with his hand for Debbie to continue.
Debbie could feel her heart beating so fast in her chest. No other man had ever
seen her nude except Brett and now this disgusting stranger was going to see
her.
Debbie drew in a deep breath and turned around and unhooked her bra and let it
fall in the pile at her feet. Next Debbie rolled the thong down over her hips
and off her legs folding and laying them on the pile of clothes. Debbie placed
an arm over her breasts and a hand over her shaved cunt as she slowly turned
around. "God dammit," the fat man yelled, "if you're goin' strip you can't be
this shy, now show me those tits and that pussy." Debbie let her arms fall to
her side and the fat man whistled in appreciation. Debbie felt the cool air on
her tits and her nipples immediately hardened. "Nice," the fat man commented and
walked toward Debbie.
He reached for her left tit, and Debbie stepped away. "Do you want the job or
not?" the fat man asked. Debbie nodded and forced herself to stand still while
this disgusting man groped both of her tits. Again, only Brett had ever touched
her before and now this man was treating her like a whore. "Good," the fat man
said and stopped, "I'll give you 50 dollars to fuck you," the fat man said
casually. He must of saw the look on Debbie's face as he passed off his comment
as "just kidding." The fat man explained that Debbie would start work that night
and he would pay her $2.00 an hour. She would have to strip at least five times
during a shift in rotation with other girls then work the crowd of men for tips.
He also told Debbie she must remain topless at all times, but could wear a thong
when she worked the crowd. Any tips were to be split 40/60, with 60 going to
him. "Any questions?" the fat man asked. Debbie shook her head "no" and reached
down to pick up her clothes. The fat man just stared at her as she dressed.
Once dressed, Debbie hurried out of the club and headed home. She felt a strange
excitement at the thought of stripping even if the club was disgusting. When
Debbie arrived home the kids were already in bed. Brett asked where she had been
and Debbie replied she was just shopping. Debbie saw Stephanie and Amber sitting
on the couch and knew by the way they were dressed that the bet was in full
swing. "Did you take care of that thing for us," Stephanie asked. Debbie
informed Stephanie that she did, but left it at the store and would have to go
get it in the morning.
Debbie could see that Stephanie wore a skirt that was so short it barely covered
her ass. In addition, Stephanie's 35C tits were barely covered in the top of a
swimsuit. Amber was dressed in similar short shorts except this pair was
strategically torn just at the crack in her ass. Amber wore a cotton halter that
was white and did little to hide her small firm breasts. Debbie could clearly
see the quarter size areola and Amber's eraser hard nipples through the thin
cloth. Brett sat in the chair apparently obliviously to the two nieces.
Debbie prepared dinner and watched as Stephanie and Amber tried to seduce Brett.
Stephanie even went as far at to turn the TV channel by bending at the waist.
Brett could clearly see the red thong pulled tightly separating Stephanie's
asscheeks. Amber played around with the dog, her halter falling open enough so
that Brett could easily see her nipples. Debbie smiled to herself as Brett
appeared not to notice any of these tactics. She made a mental note to herself
to keep Brett satisfied sexually so that her nieces wouldn't be able to tempt
him.
After dinner was over and the kids were put to bed Debbie was busy cleaning up
the kitchen when Amber approached her from behind. "Slut, tonight you are not
to allow Brett to touch you and you are not allowed to touch him. You are to
deny any and all sexual advances from him or else expect those lovely pictures
to be released before you wake your pretty little head up tomorrow morning,"
Amber whispered into Debbie's ear in a menacing tone. Then she added, "And just
so you know we installed some hidden camera's around the house today while you
were out. So we will be watching everything, and I mean everything you do."
Debbie was not prepared for this. Evidently, the girls had really thought this
out. She would have to follow their orders or else she would loose everything
that she cares about in this world.
Upstairs in the bedroom Debbie took off her clothes and turned her back towards
Brett who had already climbed in bed, her shaved cunt in clear view of Brett.
"God, I want to fuck you," Brett said. "I can't believe you said that to me,"
Debbie exclaimed with anger, "how dare you treat me like a common whore." Brett
mumbled an apology and watched disappointed as Debbie pulled on her pajamas,
went to bed and rolled away from him. A tear rolled down Debbie's face. "After
all," she thought, "I'm not a whore, I'm a slut."
The next morning Debbie got Brett and the kids off to school and work before
either of the girls came downstairs. As she was getting the living room
straightened up she heard the girls coming down the stairs. "Great job last
night slut," Amber commented, "I thought for sure you were going to force us to
publish those pictures but we saw and heard your rebuff of Brett." "After all
who does he think he is wanting to fuck our slut, we are the only ones who get
to treat you like the whore you are," Stephanie added with a wicked smile
plastered across her face. They had been watching me Debbie thought to herself.
I will have to make sure to be mindful of those cameras at all times otherwise I
might loose everything.
Stephanie then informed Debbie that they would be taking a little trip this
morning to warm her up for her afternoon activities. Debbie got a sick feeling
in the pit of her stomach wondering what sick awful things they had in store for
her.
The girls were already dressed and told Debbie to follow them into her bedroom.
Once inside they pointed to an outfit for Debbie that was on already on the bed.
Debbie looked at the short, red plaid skirt and realized it would barely cover
her shapely ass. The top they expected her to wear was a tank top, white. It
looked to be at least a size too small. They told Debbie she would not need bra
and panties.
Debbie pulled on the skirt and the tank top and looked in the mirror. The tank
top barely contained her 36D breasts and Debbie could easily make out the
darkness of her areolas while her nipples strained at the thin cotton top. Amber
found a pair of very high heels, black with
ankle straps and gave them to Debbie to put on.
After Debbie was dressed, she thought to herself that there was no way she could
go out of the house in this slutty outfit, but some how she knew she would have
to force herself to anyways.
"Come on, slut," Stephanie ordered.
Confused, Debbie got up and followed the girls downstairs. Debbie watched in
shock as they exited the house into the garage. Debbie stopped and waited. In a
few moments Stephanie returned and asked what she was doing.
"Where are we going, Stephanie," Debbie asked timidly, "I don't want anyone to
see me like this."
"Just a little adventure, trust me," Stephanie replied and took Debbie by the
hand and led her minivan.
When Debbie sat down in the passenger seat, the short skirt rode up to just
below her cunt. Debbie was trying to force it down when Stephanie ordered her to
leave it like it was. Stephanie headed down the interstate driving nonchalantly
in the passing lane. Debbie was very self-conscious as they approached an
18-wheeler truck. Debbie assumed Stephanie would know that the truck driver
could see her. She drove up almost to the cab of the truck.
"What are you doing?" Debbie asked and pulled at her short skirt.
"Pull your skirt up high," Amber directed, "and move your tits outside the top,
do it now bitch or else."
Debbie was not sure what to do but she knew that she really didn't have much of
a choice. Debbie slowly pulled her skirt above her waist giving a clear view of
her shaved cunt to anyone who cared to look.
Next, she pushed the sides of the tank top toward the center freeing her large
breasts. Stephanie slowly pulled along side the cab of the trucker and
maintained the same speed. Debbie felt her breathing increasing as her pussy
filled with juices. She kept her eyes straight ahead not wanting to see the
trucker looking at her. She was so embarrassed that she was actually getting
turned on by this. She just hoped that the girls wouldn't notice that her cunt
was starting to drip.
"Finger yourself," Amber said sharply.
Debbie did not even hesitate. She took her hand and parted her pussy lips with
her index and third finger and stroked her clit rapidly. Without being told, she
used her other hand to pinch her nipple of her right breast. Within moments, she
was nearing orgasm and Stephanie stayed right beside the trucker who was staring
right at Debbie.
Debbie moaned as her orgasm washed over her. She thrust her fingers into her
pussy and used her thumb to massage her clit as the orgasm increased in
intensity. Debbie forgot all about the trucker and started bouncing her hips up
and down on the car seat. The blast of the trucker's air horn caused Debbie to
jerked her hand away and push her skirt down. Stephanie chuckled as she slowed
and let the appreciative trucker continue down the highway.
"Not bad slut," Stephanie commented and continued into the next town.
Debbie finally recovered from her orgasm and sat silently as Stephanie meandered
through the neighboring town. Debbie was thankful no knew her because of the way
she was dressed.
"What are we doing now?" Debbie asked as she turned into the parking lot of a
large grocery store.
"You're going to go inside and go to the frozen food section and play with
yourself," Amber casually replied. "We will also be in the store watching you
so you had better do exactly as we instruct" Amber ordered.
Again, Debbie felt the sparks of excitement as she and the girls walked toward
the grocery store. The girls held back, walking about ten feet behind Debbie,
like he was not with her. Debbie knew they would be watching her. What she
didn't see was Amber pulling out a small hand held video camera from her purse.
Since Debbie was not known in the town, and since she didn't want to anger the
girls she really got into the slut role. Walking so her hips moved seductively
and her breasts swung from side to side.
Debbie entered the grocery store, took a cart and started around the aisle. She
looked back, and couldn't see the girls anymore, but knew they were near. Debbie
noticed she was attracting the stares of some of the store clerks as she walked
around. She rounded one corner and two older
women saw her and started whispering. This also gave Debbie a strange thrill
because she knew that they disapproved.
Finally Debbie ended up in the frozen food section. She had placed a few items
in her cart to give the appearance she was actually shopping. Debbie leaned
over the rail to search the
back of the freezer. She could feel her nipples hardening to the cold air.
Debbie could also feel the cold air on her cunt and ass that were now partially
exposed as she leaned over and her short skirt rode up her backside.
Debbie held her position for almost thirty seconds as the girls had instructed
before straightening up. She heard male voices and looked at the opposite end of
the store and saw two men, one about fifty, the other much younger watching her.
She walked about five feet and repeated the behavior this time leaning further
into the freezer.
This gave her spectators a full view of her pussy and ass. She leaned so far
over that her nipples actually touched the frozen foods causing her tank top to
become wet. When she stood up to continue shopping, her dark, brown areolas were
clearly visible as were her hard, pink nipples.
Debbie saw Stephanie as she walked toward her. She was grinning as the two men
who watched her slut were making adjustments to try to hide their erections.
"How did I do," Debbie asked Stephanie with an evil grin.
"Great, now come with me and get your ass out to the car," she ordered.
Debbie quickly walked through the grocery. She could feel the cold air on her
ass and cunt. The same two women saw her, shook their heads and pointed. Debbie
caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror. There was no question; she definitely
looked like quite the slut.
Debbie finally got into the car. Amber kissed her passionately and asked if she
enjoyed the adventure. Debbie did not speak, but looked down and nodded her head
"yes."
"Just wait until you see what we have planned for this afternoon," Amber said,
"your training has just begun."
"Good job Debbie, but you didn't ask for permission to cum. In the future you
must always ask for and receive permission in order to cum" Stephanie teased,
"do you understand me slut?"
"Yes, I understand," Debbie answered not believing that her body had betrayed
her so badly.
"Now go into the bathroom so we can get you ready for your next adventure."
"Bathroom, but I..."
"Debbie, follow directions!" Amber snapped as she slapped Debbie hard across the
face.
"Sorry," Debbie groaned as she rambled, on weak legs, into the bathroom.
"Now, stand in front of the mirror," Amber commanded.
Debbie stood in front of the full-length mirror that was next to the sink.
Debbie used it to check out her outfits, and she had a little stool that she
used when she put on her makeup. Debbie almost jumped back when she saw her
puffy reflection staring back at her.
"Ok slut, do your face up," Amber commanded.
"You mean put makeup on?" A confused Debbie mumbled, and it was confirmed.
Debbie sat on the stool, still somewhat confused. She patted her face dry and
started to put on her base.
She continued to apply her makeup and then fixed her hair, while still uneasy as
to the girl's intentions. When Debbie announce she was finished, Stephanie
commanded her to stand up. Debbie moved the stool aside and stood in front of
the mirror, her head not moving, but her eyes shifting back and forth.
"Debbie, look into the mirror and tell me what you see," Stephanie hissed.
Debbie hesitated, a little confused, as she looked around pleadingly.
"Describe yourself," Amber finally barked.
"Ok, this is hard, where to start," Debbie mumbled, while wondering why she
would tell her to do this when they could clearly see her?
"I'm five foot even, around a hundred pounds. Ah, long blonde hair, with blonde
highlights, hazel eyes. Ah, is this what you want?"
Debbie was again looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"Ok, what color lipstick did you put on?" Stephanie boomed
"Ah pink, it's pink," Debbie said.
"Put some gloss on them," Amber boomed, "You should have asked what color we
wanted you to wear. Sluts don't make decisions for themselves."
Debbie applied the gloss and she also had to put on more dark eyeliner according
to Stephanie's instructions.
"Slowly turn around," Stephanie bellowed.
Debbie was frantic. "How dare someone come into her home and now treat her like
this?" She kept saying to herself. Only the thought of her family was giving her
the strength to comply, as Debbie did a slow full circle.
"Ok lean forward, hands on your knees; you're doing good slut," Amber teased.
Debbie didn't know about that, she felt so pathetic, for playing along with this
game, like some sick version of Simon-Says. She didn't feel any better when she
had to turn around and assume the same hands and knees pose, as she cursed
herself for the lack of underwear.
"Ok Debbie turn around and stand back up," the voice ordered. "I like your
outfit so much that you won't have to change for your next little adventure."
Debbie just shook her head. She still couldn't imagine what the girls's had in
store for her, or if she could take anymore of this.
"Now Debbie, bring the speakerphone into the living room and turn it on so we
can hear you from the back of the house," Stephanie ordered. "Remember that we
can see and hear everything you do so you had better not fuck this up or else.
We will tell you about your next adventure when we get upstairs," Amber added as
they headed upstairs.
Debbie following orders, set up the phone on the coffee table and opened the
blind, as the sun temporarily blinded her, ironically it seemed like a perfect
day outside.
"Ok Debbie, can you hear us?" Stephanie asked.
"Yes, I can hear you." Debbie added as she steadied herself for whatever was to
come next.
"Great, now wait till I tell you your next adventure," Stephanie teased.
"What adventure?" Debbie nervously asked as she looked at herself in the mirror.
She couldn't believe what a total slut she looked like in this outfit. Her tits
where clearly visible through her white tank top and this skirt just barely
covered her ass and she couldn't hardly move without flashing her bare cunt or
ass to anyone interested in looking. She felt so dirty and humiliated being
forced to walk around like this in her own house. And to top it all off the
ridiculous heels that she had to wear were killing her feet. She would be so
glad when Brett won the game for her and she got the pictures back from the
girls.
"Well it's Monday and the paperboy collects this afternoon." Stephanie informed
Debbie.
"Well sort of, it's really the paperboy's brother. The paperboy is a still a
little young to handle money I guess," Debbie mumbled. "What's this all about?"
"Well today when he comes by, have a beverage waiting for the young man,"
Stephanie bellowed. "What is he 18?"
"Yes, maybe even 19 now, but I can't, not like I'm dressed!" Debbie cried out in
embarrassment.
"You will and more," Stephanie snapped
"What do you mean more?" Debbie responded hesitantly.
"Today the paperboy gets the tip of his young life," Amber purred.
"Wait a second, you're not suggesting," Debbie mumbled.
"I am sure when it hits you, in a second or two, we are going to have a
waterfall scene," Amber teased.
"Fuck you and fuck your games! There is no way, and if you hurt my family I will
spend the rest of my days," Debbie cried out, her voice trailing off, as she was
indeed crying.
"When he comes over, you will invite him in, and then right on the couch, you
will seduce him, it shouldn't be that hard," Amber barked. "You will strip for
him, give him oral and regular sex, and anything else he wants you to do."
"Yeah right, he is still just a kid," Debbie snapped.
"Not after today!" Stephanie snapped back.
"Now get your ass cleaned up and get ready, he will be around soon," Stephanie
ordered.
"I never, I mean, I can't cheat on my husband, and this is just sick stuff and
your sick for making me do this," Debbie managed, through her tears.
"Never say never," Stephanie boomed and then added. "You will, or there will be
no husband to cheat on because he will leave you and take your kids with him
when he sees the pictures."
It took Debbie over ten minutes to stop crying, before she fixed her make up and
hair in the mirror again. She put on some perfume and returned to the living
room. She was sitting on the couch, still not believing that she was even
contemplating following the girl's perverse orders.
Debbie needed some reinforcement, she took a photo off the TV, of her husband
and children, and hugged it in her arms.
"I'm sorry honey, please forgive me for my sins," she cried, when she heard the
doorbell's powerful ring.
"Get to work Debbie," Stephanie ordered over the speaker, "And if you fail us,
you will be severally punished, now get to work slut."
She moved to the front door, took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Ah, hi, Mrs. S. Collecting," the young man chirped.
"Hi Jimmy, come in for a sec, I'll get your money." Debbie said, as she swung
the door open, her heart in her throat.
The young man entered, but stayed by the front door, as he was in a rush to get
done and head to the ball field.
"Ah Jimmy, have a seat on the couch, I will be with you in a second." Debbie
mumbled from the kitchen, before she poured some coke into tall glasses, adding
some of her husband's whiskey into hers.
Jimmy reluctantly sat down, impatiently looking out the window at the clear blue
sky. Debbie sauntered into the room carrying two glasses. "I just thought you
could use a little drink."
"Thanks, but I'm kind of in rush, have too ah..." Jimmy started, until he
realized he forgot what he was saying, as he examined Debbie's sexy outfit. He
never remembered seeing her dressed like this, in fact he didn't even remember
being invited inside before. He couldn't believe this beautiful woman dressed
like a total whore was actually talking to him on a social level.
Jimmy tried to look Debbie in the face, but he couldn't find the strength to
take his eyes off her breast which were straining to break free of the too small
tank top she was wearing. He could clearly see her nipples pocking through the
thin material.
"I just thought we could chat for a sec," Debbie said, as she sipped her drink,
her heart pounding, her face flush, it had been a long time since she had tried
to act sexy. She was also still trying to make up her mind. Debbie looked out
the window, and then tried to cross and uncross her legs as slowly as possible
allowing Jimmy a glimpse of her naked cunt. While crossing her legs she also
took one last look at her family picture on the mantel.
"Ah Jimmy," Debbie started, her voice trembling. "So how's the coke?"
"It's good, but I have to go. Can I have my money?" Jimmy said, as he stood up.
He couldn't believe that this gorgeous older woman was coming on to him. He
wasn't sure if that was the direction this was heading, but when he saw her
naked pussy come into view as her short skirt shifted on her waste he had no
doubts as to her intentions.
"Please Jimmy, it's cool, my husband is away with the kids!" Debbie lied.
"That's cool," Jimmy said, a little confused as he walked to the door.
"Please you can't leave yet, I haven't paid you yet!" Debbie said, as she raced
over and pinned Jimmy against the door.
Jimmy spun around, he was face to face with Debbie, as she leaned her body
weight into his.
"Well I just thought you might like me," Debbie said, in her sexiest voice.
"Your all right I guess," Jimmy moaned. "Please Mrs. S. What are you doing?"
Debbie was pressing up against the young man. She didn't find him attractive in
the least. Jimmy was a short man with hard features, so she tried to avoid eye
contract, as she slid down his body. She started to pull at the young mans
jeans.
"Please Mrs. S. Stop that!" Jimmy cried.
"Don't worry, don't be embarrassed, I will make it all right," Debbie said, on
the verge of tears, as she struggled within herself, and with him. She finally
got the young man's jeans open, as she had to keep batting his hands away.
Reaching in his pants, she gripped his cock, surprised that it was already hard,
when she pulled it out of his pants.
"Ah nice," Debbie managed, as she lied a little, the young man had a smallish
cock, but it was stiff as a board as she gripped it in her hand, jerking it back
and forth.
"See, doesn't that feel good?" Debbie purred, but didn't have to wait for an
answer, as she was suddenly hit with a blast of cum, from the young man's cock.
"Oh man, Oh God!" Jimmy gasped, as he looked at Debbie trying to wipe his cum
from her eye. "I'm sorry, really I didn't mean too."
"Jimmy it's all right," Debbie mumbled.
"Ah I have to go really, forget the money," Jimmy said, as Debbie again stopped
him.
"Please Jimmy, you can do me if you want!" Debbie pleaded, as Jimmy pushed her
out of the way, and opened the door.
"Please Jimmy, do yah, ah... Don't you want to see me strip naked?" Debbie
screamed out, as Jimmy made it to the front steps. Jimmy stopped dead in his
tracts; turning around he looked at Debbie in silence, as she waved him back in,
his cum dripping down her cheek.
Debbie turned and went into the bathroom to clean up. She washed her face and
hands quickly. Looking at her face in the mirror, she wondered if she had it in
her, to go back out there.
"Ah Jimmy," she called out, somewhat hoping for a lack of response.
"Here Mrs. S." She heard from the living room.
"Oh man I have to tell him my first name," Debbie said, with a nervous chuckle.
"Ok, Debbie, you can do this, I mean, ten bucks says he has never seen a naked
women up close before. Plus, they never forget their first. Plus you have worked
so hard to keep your body in shape."
With deep breaths, Debbie tried to build up her confidence, as she didn't want
to break down in front of the young man. Debbie finally made her way back into
the living room.
"Sorry again Mrs. S." Jimmy mumbled, as he looked down.
"Don't worry, it happens and Jimmy please call me Debbie, all right?" Debbie
said, standing in front of him, as he sat on the couch.
"Are you ready?" Debbie asked, as she looked down to Jimmy, who was shaking his
head up and down, although she wasn't sure if she was only asking Jimmy.
Debbie looked down at her outfit, with trembling hands she slipped the right
strap off her shoulder, and her right breast popped into view a lot quicker than
she would have liked. Her eyes looked up at Jimmy, when she heard him gasp.
Debbie was mortified, but did her best to smile, as she slipped the left strap
down, exposing her other breast to the young man.
Jimmy's eyes were a big as saucers, as if he was trying to burn the image of
Debbie breasts into his memory. Debbie stood with her hands by her side, not
really sure what to do with them. The heat of his stare was becoming unbearable
for Debbie, causing her to turn around.
After a minute or two to catch her breath, she began slowly lifting her
min-skirt, until she heard that
gasp again, and knew that her naked backside must be visible. She stood frozen
in that position as she tried to muster up some more courage to continue.
Debbie wasn't sure if she could expose her pussy to the young man, especially in
its present state, so when she turned around, she quickly slid down on the couch
next to the flushed young man.
"Wow Mrs. S, I mean Debbie, your uh, things are great looking." Jimmy mumbled.
"They're called breasts," Debbie said, as polite as possible, as she fought her
urge to cover them.
"Breasts right, sorry," Jimmy said, and then looked away in embarrassment.
Debbie almost felt bad for the shy boy, as he reminded her a lot of herself when
she was younger. She didn't want to ask him if he had ever had any sexual
experience with a woman before, from his actions it was painfully obvious. She
turned Jimmy's face back around and told him that it was all right.
Debbie surprised herself by grabbing Jimmy's hand and pressing it to her chest.
When she took her hand away, Jimmy just left his hand there. His jaw wide open.
"You can squeeze them Jimmy," Debbie whispered, after several awkward seconds
had past.
"Not like that!" Debbie cried out quickly, when Jimmy's hand clamped down.
"I didn't mean squeeze; I meant caress, here like this," she said, as she guided
Jimmy's hand to her breast again.
"See like this, soft and easy," she whispered, as she guided the young man's
hand with hers. Slowly Debbie dropped her hand, and Jimmy was on his own. Debbie
slowly sank back into the couch, as Jimmy switched from one breast to the other.
She closed her eyes and tried to journey back to a time, when she was younger,
and that intense feeling of being felt up for the first time. She tried anything
to put out of her mind the reality of the day's events.
Debbie was snapped out of her quest, by the unique feeling of a hand running
down from her breast, over her stomach, wondering around the waist of her
mini-skirt. She felt her skirt rise, fingers dancing on her thigh, and then
moving closer and closer.
"Oh my god," Jimmy gasped, matching Debbie's gasp.
Debbie quickly opened her eyes. Jimmy wore a shocked look on his face. Debbie
didn't know if it resulted from the fact that he just touched her pussy, or that
she was shaved bare, or maybe it was the simple fact that she wasn't wearing
panties.
Debbie didn't have the nerve to ask, she just smiled as seductively as she could
and again guided Jimmy's hand back to her pussy. After a rough start, she
figured she would show him how she liked to be rubbed. She moved his fingers in
small circles around her clit. Jimmy was a slow learner, but soon got the idea.
Debbie again sank back against the couch, almost unconsciously reaching out with
her left hand, rubbing the front of Jimmy's pants, until she found her target.
He jumped at first, but didn't fight her this time. Debbie again closed her
eyes, as she drifted back off to another place in time. "Ah...Debbie...I gotta
go!" Jimmy screamed out, startling Debbie, as the young man sprinted towards the
door.
"Wait Jimmy!" Debbie cried out, as she was confused at first, and then quickly
noticed her left fingers were wet and sticky. She let out a groan, as she heard
the front door slam.
"Oh man," Debbie cried out, as she covered her head with a pillow, for several
minutes, as the humiliating events replayed in her head, before stumbling to the
bathroom. After washing her hands, she returned to the living room.
"Well I tried," Debbie cried out, as she knew Stephanie and Amber were still
there, and she was trying a preventive strike.
"You tried, but failed, miserably" Stephanie barked.
"Failed! It wasn't fair; this whole thing isn't fair!" Debbie screamed into the
air.
"No more crying or complaining, you have used up our patience," Amber yelled.
"Right, your patience," Debbie thought to herself, sitting down on the recliner,
face in hands. "I just had the paperboy cum on me, twice."
"Now we have 2 hours until the kids get home from school," Stephanie said as she
and Amber reappeared, "What shall we do about your miserable failure?"
To be continued in Chapter 3 - Debbie's Punishment. The next chapter will
involve harder sex and some bdsm. If you want to see this story continued,
please e-mail me at wifefantasy@hotmail.com. If I get enough responses I will
continue the story.
