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Chapter I
I returned home early one afternoon while my wife, Jill, was out shopping. In the bathroom wastebasket I discovered a recently disposed condom containing a goodly amount of the white stuff. This confirmed my suspicions that Jill was cheating on me.
I instantly recalled a conversation I had had with her sister, Allie, just before we got married. She warned me that Jill had been quite the playgirl when she was younger and had left the small town in which they had been raised under a cloud. It seemed she had been seeing a married man for months and when she got caught, a few other married men in town were dragged into the nasty divorce that ensued.
The next day I called Allie and we had a long frank conversation about her sister and what should be done. Allie was of the opinion that Jill was too far gone to be rehabilitated. It seems in the interim between this and our former conversation Allie had discovered that her sister had been nailed by a number of guys that she had been seeing, a very humiliating situation. I pressed her for help anyway and finally Allie agreed to discuss the matter with her husband and abide by his decision.
I didn't hear from Allie for almost a week, time enough to check up on my wayward wife and discover that she was screwing a number of guys, both at our place and in local motels. It turned out she was rather well known at more than one hot pillow operation, since when I made inquiries about her the guys working the desk immediately knew who I was asking about, describing her as a semi-pro who seemed to be in it for the action rather than the money. That pissed me off big time, especially when one of them mentioned the fact that he kind of felt sorry for her husband for being married to such a big whore!
Allie finally called me back at my office and agreed that she and her husband would try to see if they could straighten Jill out. There were conditions to this, and I quickly agreed to them. I would accompany Jill to their home in a little town in the Ozarks and initially participate in the reprogramming process. They had already obtained the cooperation of the local parson and his wife, along with a number of her former sex partners and their spouses in this endeavor.
It was then that Allie dropped her bombshell. She casually mentioned that she and Rod were confirmed swingers and intended to expose Jill to this life style as part of her therapy. However unlike the other members of the swing club, Jill would have no choice as to her partners and what they chose to do to her as part of the reprogramming process. She told me that all the details had not been finalized, but once Jill was under their control the final plans would be discussed at length with me. In the event that I did not agree to them they would allow Jill and I to return home immediately.
When Rod called to inform Jill that her sister had been in an auto accident and was at death's door, she bought the story. Naturally I played the part of the concerned husband and offered to go with her for support. The next day we were on our way to the Ozarks.
Rod met us at the gate and within an hour we were at his house where Allie greeted us. Jill was astonished at first and then as Allie told her of our conversations and her promise to help in her rehabilitation Jill's face got pale and she began to get very shaky. It got even more interesting when Allie told her sister that Rod had confessed that he too had been fucking her before he married Allie. “ You have a lot of sins to atone for. “ Allie said with a stare that could only be described as full of anger and even hatred for her sister.
When Jill was told to strip she refused. Allie grinned coldly and nodded to Rod who advanced towards my shocked wife. “ Help me god damn it! “ Jill exclaimed to me as Rod advanced on her. It was my turn to smile.“ You son of a bitch! I'll fix you!” Jill screamed as I helped Rod restrain her. It was then that Allie slapped her sister across the face, not once but twice. Jill was so stunned that she hardly noticed that Rod was tearing her dress off revealing her full figured body covered by only a matching set of bra and bikinis. Unlike her sister Allie, Jill was really built with tits that filled her 37D-cup bra to its limit, and a heart shaped ass that was mounted on a set of legs that seemed to melt into those rounded cheeks. It was easy to see why she was so successful with men. I remember thinking I was the luckiest man on earth when she agreed to marry me. Now I knew differently.
Allie grabbed Jill's bra and ripped it from her big bouncy tits, and then reached in and began yanking the flimsy bikinis from her sister's crotch. I couldn't help noticing how different the two women were; Jill short but voluptuous, and her sister tall and slim. Even their hair color and style was different, Jill's auburn and long while Allie's brown, curly hair was cut short. It took a few more minutes for Allie to cuff her sister's wrists behind her back and then attach manacles to her ankles.
Rod and I dragged my struggling wife over to a heavy wooden chair and pressed her down on it. Allie produced some thin links of chain and with our help soon had Jill fastened securely to the chair in a semi-hogtie using the chains to anchor her cuffed wrists to her manacled ankles. This done, Allie stepped back and caught her breath. “ Why don't you and Rod talk a nice long walk while I get acquainted with my slutty sister. There's some nice scenery to check out and I'm sure Rod will fill you in on some of the things we have planned for this tramp.”
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