Housewife's Awakening
(MF, F+/F, wife, reluctant, humiliation, spanking, toys, exhibition,
interracial)
If you enjoy this story please e-mail me at wifefantasy@hotmail.com to let me
know. If you have an idea for how this story should continue, please let me
know and I will work it into one of the upcoming chapters.
Chapter Twelve - The Trap is Set
By WF (many thanks goes to Eric for his editorial assistance)
Debbie had no idea how long she had been hanging alone in the garage. As far as
she knew it could have been hours, or even days. Her body was exhausted and her
spirit had been broken.
She still could not see anything through the blindfold that Amber had placed
over her eyes. While she was passed out, Stephanie had slipped unnoticed into
the training room. Stephanie looked at her dangling aunt with a smirk,
surveying her sister's handiwork.
Stephanie had to admit that despite her impulsiveness, her sister sure knew how
to work a slave over. As Stephanie's eyes examined Debbie's sweaty body, she
was impressed with her sister's ability to administer such a thorough punishment
without leaving a single mark on her body. That was good since Debbie had to go
to work tonight.
Debbie suddenly became aware of a pair of hands forcefully rubbing her bare ass.
She couldn't tell whose hands they were, but something told her that this
unknown assailant was not going to hurt her further. She began to relax as the
hands continued to gently caress her abused bottom until she was in such a
relaxed state that she badly wanted to sleep.
She then felt the hands begin to move downward, going down past her parted
thighs, back of her knees, calves, and ankles. Her flesh was kneaded sensually;
each singular cell seemingly messaged as the hands traced the curves of her
body. Debbie thought that this feeling could not get any better until she felt
hot, wet kisses being planted wherever the hands roamed. The feeling continued
to grow as her captor reversed the message, moving up from her ankles slowly,
until finally reaching her outstretched ass.
Debbie, while not sure what to make of such treatment, writhed in pleasure, as
much as her binds would allow. The small of her back, a private source of
pleasure, received treatment never known to her. Slowly, the wet mouth started
circling her panting breasts before lightly licking at her rigid nipples. The
darkness that Debbie was lost in only served to heighten her senses. She was
now becoming aware of every minor shift in her assailant's balance.
She could hear footsteps as someone walked around the side of her exposed body.
Debbie felt their presence in front of her, hearing a drone to their breath,
waiting for the next move. The anticipation was killing her. She felt
something brush against her cheek that felt rubbery and hard. In an instant she
sensed that it must be some kind of a dildo.
Stephanie just stood there dragging the tip of the eight-inch black dildo across
her aunt's face. Debbie could feel the plastic cock as it made its way around
her face and came to the conclusion that while not overly large it was a very
nice size, especially the bulbous, mushroom shaped head. Stephanie dragged it
across her lips, moistening the tip in the process. Debbie responded by
offering an open mouth yet Stephanie ignored this invitation, content with
merely drawing a pattern across her facial skin.
Debbie shuddered as Stephanie stopped her sensual assault. While Debbie could
not see the face of her tormentor, she could feel their stare. There were no
words, just a stare that could bore a hole into her soul. Stephanie then leaned
in closer, breathing directly into her face. She then felt the ball gag being
pulled from her painfully stretched jaw.
Before she could suck in her first gulp of fresh air, Stephanie kissed her full
on the lips. Debbie instantly melted against her mouth. Debbie thought to
herself that because of the technique, pressure, and just the right amount of
saliva, this had to be a woman kissing her because no man can kiss like this.
Never had she experienced a kiss as perfect as this one. Her tongue rolled over
hers. Her teeth sinfully tugged at her bottom lip. It was as passionate as she
had ever experienced. She could feel her power, her lust. She could also feel
her cunt becoming incredibly saturated. If Debbie was turned on earlier, now
she was an inferno.
The kiss was over far too fast for Debbie's pleasure. At no point in her past
could she remember a kiss doing so much damage to her state of mind. Devastated
by the sudden end, her mind raced with thoughts of inadequacies, wondering if
her assailant had changed their mind, or was her return kiss not sufficient.
But before she could finish her train of thought, there came the hands again.
Roaming over her shoulders, nape of her neck, breasts, stomach, and so on.
Suddenly, Stephanie's tongue jerked Debbie back to reality. Stephanie kissed
her imprisoned aunt's cunt with the same intensity she had shown in kissing her
mouth. She used the same motions of rolling her tongue, which she used to draw
across her clitoris. It was as if she was creating a cup, allowing her clit to
rest in the fold and caress it with both the tip and fleshly middle part of her
tongue. Debbie was moaning uncontrollably while feeling her nose brush against
her moist opening. She could hear the suction noises as her assault continued.
Debbie could feel her need climbing again. Her heart rate soars and a thin
layer of perspiration makes her body glimmer as she struggles against her
restraints. She starts to grunt and groan out of frustrated need as Stephanie
places both hands on her ass and pushes her face further into her slit. Debbie
could feel a searing heat radiating through every fiber of her body. She could
feel her stomach tense up, her personal sign of an approaching incredible
orgasm.
"Oh, Gawd," was all Debbie could force out of her gaped mouth as her passion
built to a frenzied fiery explosion. It was coming but much too damned slowly.
Stephanie never stopped the rolling of her tongue or the breathing into her now
overly sensitive cunt. Pressure continued to build with each passing moment,
insistent that her face be inside her cunt as she exploded. Stephanie's hands
were insanely tight on her waist, pulling her forwards against her. The sensory
assault became too much for Debbie to handle. She wanted to cum so bad, to feed
her precious fluid, to hear herself moan aloud in pleasure announcing to anyone
in shouting distance that she was cumming. Building slowly, painfully, she was
approaching her climatic moment at a pace that was agonizing.
Stephanie continued to expertly drive her helpless aunt closer and closer to the
edge, before suddenly backing away. Debbie's stretched; prone, helpless body
began to tremble. Her large breasts started to roll and jiggle on her chest.
She could feel her little pleasure organ bulging with nerves that keep sending
arousing signals to her brain. Her brain sending signals back to her clit to
become even more engorged and more sensitive. She tries to stop herself, but
she just can not. This constant stimulation followed by maddening denial is
driving her insane.
"I can't believe how horny she's making me. My body has been abused, but still
all I can think of is my need to orgasm. It's almost like my free will has been
stripped from me and replaced with this terrible need. All this teasing is
driving me crazy. I just feel like screaming." Finally resigned to her fate
Debbie begins to beg, "M-M-Mistress, can I please, please, please cum?"
An evil smile spread across Stephanie's face as she pulled herself from her
slave's tender folds. She relished the enjoyment she was getting from teasing
her plaything. She laughed inwardly as she noticed her aunt's hips bucking
wildly, trying desperately to regain the friction that would lead to her longed
for release.
"Very good, my little horny pet. You have pleased me by demonstrating your
ability to control yourself. I will give you permission to cum, but not yet.
You have to earn it first." Stephanie teased as she began to free Debbie from
her bindings.
As she took off the blindfold, Stephanie gave her aunt instruction. "Now go
take a shower. You smell like such a nasty slut. You can take out the butt
plug because it would just get in the way tonight. And make sure you shave
everything closely. Be sure to hurry up, I have an exciting night planned for
you. Oh, and don't even think about playing with yourself."
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Debbie moves as quickly as her aching body will allow. Every muscle in her
entire body seems to hurt. The hot water of the shower soothes the aches and
allows her to escape her predicament for a few minutes. When she runs her soapy
hands over her nipples, it sends erotic pulses throughout her body. And the
stimulation was even more intense when she shaves her pussy. She wants to play
with her clit to get that orgasm that she so badly needs, but she is even more
afraid of the punishment if she were to surrender to her need. She reluctantly
pulls her hand out of her crotch and turns off the shower. As she dries her
hair she tries to pull herself together.
After applying her 'heavy' makeup and pulling her hair up into a tight ponytail
as per Stephanie's instructions, Debbie enters her bedroom. Stephanie is
finishing laying out her clothing for tonight on the bed. "Pet, I've placed your
little outfit for tonight on the bed. You will find your costume for your
performance in the duffel bag over there. You are not to open it until it's
time to change. Do you understand?"
Feeling self conscious about standing naked in front of her fully dressed
teenage niece; Debbie can't bring her gaze off the ground. "Yes, Mistress, your
slut understands."
"Very good! Mistress Amber will be taking you to the club tonight. Remember
that the better you perform, the better tips you'll get and the closer you'll be
to winning your freedom." Stephanie said this fully knowing that she had no
intentions of allowing her aunt to succeed.
"Step over to the vanity mirror." Stephanie ordered.
Before Debbie could even take a breath, Stephanie's hand was holding both of her
wrists tightly together. Debbie trembled as she felt her wrists being cuffed
together behind her back. Stephanie smiled as she watched her aunt's giant
flesh melons push out prominently. She then kicked her aunt's feet apart,
causing her to arch her back even more.
Stephanie walked around her embarrassed aunt, assessing her body, still damp
from the shower and erotically stressed from this afternoons teasing and
punishment. She watched as Debbie's nipples immediately stiffened. Debbie
could also feel her clit grow and begin to throb. She could not believe how
quickly her body betrayed her. "Gawd, I am turning into such a total slut."
"You look so hot," Stephanie purrs as she runs her fingers over the proud tits
displayed so lewdly. "You are coming along much quicker than I had hoped for.
Look how quickly I've taken control of your body. Despite your best intentions,
your body now belongs to me."
Debbie wondered to herself if she was right. As Stephanie talks, her fingers
move over her exposed body, running up her arms and down her neck, over her
stomach and along her thighs. Within seconds, Debbie's cunt starts dripping.
Despite every effort to keep herself from getting excited, she can do nothing to
stop her body from responding.
"You are now my toy, to play with, anyway I want to." Stephanie whispers as she
plays with the lips of Debbie's aching cunt.
The reflection in the mirror greatly disturbs Debbie. She sees herself, but she
has not seen this side of herself before. The body in the mirror is glowing
with erotic need; her breasts have swelled and pussy has opened like a flower,
all puffy and oozing; her chest rapidly expanding and contracting, hips
gyrating. She can see the sexual strain pulse through every muscle.
Stephanie reached for the bed and retrieved a set of SmartBalls that she had
placed there earlier. They were two silicone-covered balls connected together
in the middle by a short neck. There was a string attached to one end to make
it easier to remove them. Each ball had another ball inside that would roll and
rattle around. The whole thing was about 4" long and just under 1.5" in
diameter. Debbie did not have any trouble imagining where they went.
"Put them in. Your horny, little cunt looks like it's already dripping so it
shouldn't be a problem." Stephanie instructed as she watched the older woman
insert the balls into her cunt. Once they were in, Stephanie added, "Keep
those in until I tell you to take them out. If you're a good slave, I'll let
you take them out later tonight."
Debbie found that the balls made things very interesting. Every time they
moved, even just a little, the rattles in the balls bounced around sending
subtle vibrations through her pussy. They would keep her very aroused, but it
was very unlikely that there would be enough stimuli to actually make her cum.
"Shit, these damn balls are going to drive me crazy, but then I am sure that's
what Stephanie wants."
Stephanie then stood behind her captive and began to gently stroke her ass. She
then reached for another one of her goodies. A mischievous grin grew across her
face as she retrieved the tube of Sta-Erect nipple gel. She applied a generous
amount to her fingertips before reaching around and cupping her aunt's tits.
She pulled, tweaked, and massaged her aching nipples until she was satisfied
that the gel would be able to do its nasty work.
She continued her petting and stroking as she slid her hand down between
Debbie's parted thighs. As she played with the lips of her pussy she applied
more of the wicked gel to her fingertips. The unsuspecting housewife was not
aware of the gel being applied to her most sensitive area as her niece was
tenderly stroking and caressing her engorged clit from behind.
Stephanie nearly laughed out loud as she envisioned the maddening frustration
that her aunt would feel as she was kept on the brink of orgasm for hours upon
hours. "This is going to be so much fun."
Debbie could not help moaning softly and moving against her tormentor's hand as
Stephanie continued her embrace. But before she could gain a rhythm, Stephanie
pulled away.
"Now get dressed. We have a busy night ahead of us." Stephanie informed her
bewildered pet as she is unlocking the handcuffs. "You have 10 minutes to get
ready, don't disappoint me."
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Debbie looked at the articles of clothing that Stephanie had thrown on the bed.
The first item that caught her eye was a purple thong panty. It was not the
panty itself that Debbie was struck by, but the fact that for the first time in
what seemed like forever, she would be allowed to wear panties. Lying next to
the panties was a pair of jeans along with a bright fluorescent pink halter-top.
Debbie thought to herself that the girls must have gone shopping again, because
she had never seen these clothes before.
She took a deep breath as she reached for the purple thong. After picking it up
she noticed that there was a series of rhinestones on the back that would rest
just above the crack of her ass. Upon closer examination she was shocked to see
the message, "Who's Next?" spelled out for all to see. "Thank God Stephanie's
allowing me to wear jeans tonight. It would be so embarrassing to walk around
with that awful message plastered across my bottom." She thought to herself as
she slid the thong up her thighs and over the round fullness of her ass cheeks.
Next Debbie picked up the new pair of jeans. Instinctively, she looked at the
tag on the inside and noticed that they were a size 3. She normally wore a size
5 in jeans. She also observed that the jeans were super, low-cut hip huggers
that all the teenagers wore these days. "This is going to be absolutely
humiliating. I am going to look like such a wanna be slut." She thought to
herself as she struggled to pull on the extremely tight jeans.
After a 5-minute battle, the jeans were finally pulled as high as Debbie could
manage. She felt very self-conscious as the revealing jeans hung below her
hipbone. Despite her best efforts, she could not get them to stretch any
higher. She knew that the tightness of the material that hugged her ass would
give her an extra sway as she moved.
Wondering how she looked from behind, Debbie turned around and looked in the
mirror. The thong disappeared between her firm ass cheeks and she could feel it
wedged between her cunt lips. However, she was appalled to discover that the
"Who's Next?" logo was clearly visible as well as the cleft that divided her
curvaceous globes.
Since Stephanie did not select a bra, Debbie assumed that she wanted her to go
bra-less. Picking up the halter-top, she discovered that it was an extra-small.
Debbie normally wore a medium due to her large bust size. She thought it lucky
that the material was a spandex stretch fabric, otherwise there was no way in
hell that she could fit into the top.
She knew better than to argue over the garment so she tried to pull the top over
her head and down to cover her exposed chest. The top was so tight that it
caught on the top of her big breasts. Knowing that she had no choice but to
continue, Debbie pulled and tugged at the thin material. Her breasts were just
too large to fit in the top, she thought to herself.
Finally, she managed to pull it down covering her naked breasts. The top was
pulled so taut that Debbie's areolas and nipples were clearly visible through
the thin material. She also noticed that the top only came down to within a
quarter inch of the bottom of her twin globes. The straining material seemed
close to bursting as it fought to contain her lush flesh. Below the bulging
flesh of her breasts, her midriff was completely bare to anyone interested in
looking. If she stretched or breathed too deeply, the flimsy top exposed the
bottoms of her breasts, unable to restrain her creamy mounds.
After slipping on her 5-inch platform mules, Debbie cautiously turned around to
inspect herself in the mirror. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and at
least momentarily felt better. That was until she looked in the mirror and saw
what she looked like in this teenage getup. She just about died of
embarrassment upon realizing that she looked like a common street whore.
She could not possibly go out in public like this. Her top was so tight that it
looked like it was painted on her. Her jeans were so low that the top of her
ass cleavage was visible, even when she stood straight up. She just couldn't
especially with that provocative remark on the thong clearly visible to anyone
staring at her inviting ass.
"Auntie Slut, where are you? It's time to go." Amber's voice boomed down the
hallway.
Hearing her mistress calling her, Debbie grabbed her duffel bag and scurried out
of the bedroom as fast as she could.
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The ride to the other side of town seemed to drag on forever. Debbie's face was
flushed and her nipples were so hard that she was afraid they might actually
poke holes in the thin fabric that was straining to contain them. Her clit was
throbbing and she found herself trying to rub her aching sex against the seat to
create the friction that would bring the relief that she needed so badly.
As they entered the freeway, Debbie suddenly stamped her feet on the floorboard
and groaned. Amber asked her what the matter was. "Mistress, It's these balls.
They're driving me crazy. I feel like I'm on the way to an orgasm, and I can't
get any closer. Riding in the car is the absolute worst. They just bounce all
the time."
Amber smiled as she realized that the balls had done their work. They did not
seem so bad at first, but the cumulative effect of spending all day unable to
think of anything but sex, while being continually denied release, is more
intense than most people would expect. Poor Debbie thought she was losing her
mind. It took all of her self-control to keep herself from shoving her hand
down her jeans and frigging herself until she reached a crashing crescendo of
continuous orgasms.
Through her sexual haze, Debbie heard Amber mention something about stopping at
the next gas station. But to be honest, she could not seem to think about
anything other than her incredible need. While she continued to twist in her
seat, Amber pulled into a 24-hour combination mini-mart/gas station.
Amber went inside and left Debbie to pump the gas. The total was over $50 and
Debbie went inside to find Amber loaded up with snacks. Debbie had no money,
but was thankful to see a large, black woman behind the counter. When Debbie
walked toward the counter she overheard Amber saying something about a trade to
the black woman. Debbie thought to herself that she must have misunderstood
something.
"Twana here has agreed to accept your tongue in payment for the gas and eats,"
Amber announced as Debbie got to the counter. "I'm going to watch the place for
her while you two go in the back and get better acquainted.
The large black woman grinned at Debbie. "I ain't had no loving from a white
woman in a long time." Twana said, grabbing Debbie by her ponytail and leading
her back to the women's restroom.
Once inside, Twana locked the door. Debbie was disgusted, but was reserved to
get this over with as quickly as possible. The bathroom was filthy with urine
and paper on the floor. She looked up to see Twana pushing her jeans down over
hips that were three times the size of Debbie's. Within moments, Twana was
naked. Debbie was trembling as she looked at the large black woman. Her tits
hung down almost to her waist and her cunt was encircled by thick, tightly
curled, black hair.
"Let's hurry it up you little white bitch, I ain't got all night," Twana laughed
and sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide.
Debbie started to gag and turn away when Twana grabbed Debbie's ponytail and
jerked her down to her knees. Before Debbie could get away, Twana shoved
Debbie's face into her spread open cunt. Debbie could smell the gamy odor of
sweat as her nose was scratched by pubic hair that was coarse as steel wool.
The humiliated housewife sucked in a deep breath and slowly extended her tongue
between the meaty lips of the black woman.
"That's it you white bitch, now work on my clitty," Twana directed.
Debbie found a hard bud that was the size of a child's penis sticking out from
the meaty cunt lips. She was thankful that she did not have to search long; the
size made it easy for her to take Twana's clit in her mouth. Debbie took a
quick breath, but the odor still rushed into her nostrils and again she almost
gagged. She focused on sucking the clit between her lips and flicking it with
the tip of her tongue. Twana was sliding her hips forward; thrusting into
Debbie's face and groaning loudly as her body gyrated under the petite
housewife's face.
"Oh baby, use that tongue bitch, I'm a cumming," Twana yelled and pulled
Debbie's face away from her cunt.
As Debbie gasped to breathe she felt a splat against her cheek. Twana was
actually shooting female cum from her cunt onto Debbie's face. It was too much
for Debbie and she opened her mouth to gag and felt a large, blob of liquid
strike her upper lip and drip into her mouth. Debbie turned away, started to
gag and almost vomited. Twana was not able to stop herself from laughing.
"You little white bitch, you' sure are a good little cunt eater, I might see if
that ho wants to sell your ass," Twana offered while continuing to laugh.
Debbie leaned into the sink and spit the liquid from her mouth. She washed her
face and heard Twana leave the bathroom. When Debbie exited, she heard Amber
tell Twana that Debbie was not for sale. Amber came over to where Debbie stood
and laughed asking how Debbie liked black cunt. Debbie turned crimson and
followed her mistress back to the car. Amber ordered Debbie into the back seat
while she jumped in front. As the Suburban headed back onto the freeway,
Debbie slumped down in the seat as she tried to recover from yet another
humiliating act of degradation forced upon her by her twisted nieces. She felt
like crying because no matter how hard she tried to get the awful image of
Twana's naked body out of her mind, she just couldn't.
A few minutes later Amber suddenly announced, "Well, here we are," as she pulled
up to the backstage entrance. "Now remember to make us proud. We will be
checking on you sometime tonight and if we get a bad report from Carlos, you
will wish you were dead. You are to wear exactly what we've provided in the
duffel bag, nothing more and nothing less. Oh, and yes, you can take the
SmartBalls out of your nasty cunt while you dance, but you had better put them
back in immediately afterwards. After you get finished with your shift, change
back into the outfit you have on. We will pick you up right here at 12:00
sharp. DON'T BE LATE!"
"Yes mistress, your slut will make you proud." Debbie replied as she exited the
Suburban on wobbly legs.
Something about the way Amber said 'wish you were dead' really scared Debbie.
She was beginning to think that no cruelty was beyond her young niece. She
would do the best job she could tonight. Not because she enjoyed it, but
because she wanted to earn as much money as possible to buy her freedom. And
for some weird reason that escaped her, she also wanted to make her mistresses
proud.
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This had been one of the worst days of Brett's life. His heart ached for his
disintegrating marriage and his prick was in constant pain from the torturous
cock cage that held him in prison. He could not get the image of his loving and
faithful wife, begging Malcolm to 'fuck her harder' as he shoved his huge cock
between his wife's outstretched legs, out of his tortured head. He loved her
dearly and was nearly insane with jealousy at this point. He would give anything
to escape from this nightmare.
As Brett entered his front door, he resolved to talk with Debbie tonight and put
an end to this horrendous misery. She would have to forgive him after what
she'd done last night. She just had to...
"Uncle Brett," Amber called out, "You're right on time. Come to the living
room."
Not wanting to feel needles sticking into his penis again, Brett closed his eyes
and made his way to the living room. When Amber saw her uncle nearly run into a
lamp she could not help but to start giggling.
"Oh poor, poor Uncle Brett. Have you had a HARD day? Don't worry, we can keep
an eye on you now so your cage can come off." Amber giggled as she pulled
Brett's pants down to his knees, unlocking the tiny padlock that held the cage
in place.
Brett was relieved beyond words when he felt the cage being removed. He knew in
his heart that there was no way he could keep from getting an erection around
his two wanton nieces. Not knowing what was expected of him next, he stood
perfectly still, with his trousers still hanging at his knees.
"Uncle Brett, pull up your pants and go sit at the table like a good little boy.
Dinner is just about ready." Amber playfully informed her visibly shaken uncle.
Cautiously, Brett sat at the dinner table and waited for his dinner. While
waiting he could not help but notice that Stephanie was wearing a denim skirt
that was so short it barely covered her ass. In addition, Stephanie's large
tits were barely covered in the bikini top of a swimsuit. The tiny triangles
did little to hide her charms as her tit flesh spilled out either side. Brett
did not want to get caught staring so he diverted his eyes to the living room.
Unfortunately for him, Amber came into his field of vision dressed in short
shorts similar to the ones she had on this morning. However, this pair was
strategically torn just at the crack in her tight ass. She wore a cotton halter
that was white and did little to hide her firm breasts. Brett could clearly see
Amber's quarter-size areolas and eraser hard nipples through the thin cloth.
Brett could feel a growing arousal building within his loins as he watched
Stephanie bending over at the waist to retrieve something from the bottom
cabinet. He could clearly see the red thong pulled tightly separating
Stephanie's delectable ass cheeks as her skirt failed to cover her. Stephanie
then turned her head and winked at her awestruck uncle without bothering to
cover up.
Not knowing what to make of the situation, Brett diverted his gaze only to latch
onto his younger niece who was now leaning over the other side of the dinner
table. Her halter kept falling open enough so that Brett could easily see her
nipples. Sensing his interest, Amber extended her tongue and slowly ran it over
her lips.
Despite the 'forced' training he received in arousal control today, he could not
hold back any longer. The display that his two immorally, lustful nieces were
putting on for his behalf was too much for him to handle. His cock grew to full
mast creating a noticeable tent to rise in his pants. Desperate to draw
attention away from himself, he questioned the girls. "Mistress Stephanie,
where are Debbie and the kids?"
"Debbie had some um, uh, um, errands she had to run and the nanny took the kids
to a movie tonight." Stephanie answered as she served Brett his dinner.
Not wanting to upset the girls, Brett thanked them for making him dinner before
questioning them further. "What nanny? We don't have a nanny."
"Aunt Debbie didn't tell you about the new nanny?" Stephanie replied faking
surprise.
"No mistress, she didn't tell me anything." Brett sincerely answered.
"Well, uh, she decided to hire a nanny to watch the kids while she uh, um, uh,
runs her errands." Stephanie said making sure to put as much mystery into her
response as possible.
Brett was confused and uncertain as to how he should react to the display the
girls were putting on for him. He decided to lower his head and eat the dinner
that the girls had prepared for him. He was relieved to see the two teenage
vixens get up and leave the room. At least now he could eat his dinner in peace
and get himself together.
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"Were you able to get the Viagra?" Amber anxiously asked her older sister.
"Yes, but it was harder to get than I expected," Stephanie answered. "The guy
who sold it to me also gave me this wicked aphrodisiac that will make a man so
horny that he will hump a fire hydrant if given half a chance."
"Awesome, this is working out just as planned. Now all we have to do is get
Uncle Brett worked up nice and good." Amber laughed.
"Don't worry, by the time he finishes his drug-laced dinner, he will be insanely
horny and putty in our hands." Stephanie said through an evil smile. "We
should have a lot of fun tonight. The guy said that he'll be a walking hard on
for about 4 hours straight."
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Debbie sat down in the dressing room at Platinum Blondes and hesitantly opened
the duffel bag that the girls had packed for her. She opened the bag and a
piece of paper came into view. It was a letter from the girls. As Debbie read
the brief letter her hands started to shake uncontrollably.
Auntie Slut,
Tonight you are to give your best performance. You are to wear exactly what is
in this bag and nothing more. You will put your hair up in pigtails. You will
do your normal performance, but tonight we have arranged for a little surprise
for you. You are to submit completely to this surprise or else be prepared to
pay the consequences.
Remember that we will be in the club watching and you had better make us proud.
If you embarrass us, be prepared to suffer more pain than you ever thought
imaginable.
Your Mistresses
Debbie was completely in shock. She thought, "Why is this happening to me?"
She didn't want to degrade herself in front of a room full of strange men again,
but something told her that if she were to fail things would be much worse for
her. Why couldn't she be a normal housewife again? But since that just wasn't
possible, she decided that it would be easier for her if she just went through
the motions and got this over with.
Finding the courage to continue, Debbie carefully emptied the contents of the
duffel bag onto the vanity counter. She cringed as she looked over what was to
be her 'outfit' for this evening. Her heart sank as she realized how ridiculous
she would look in this costume.
The normally straight-laced housewife put on the sheer white blouse that must
have been at least two sizes to small. As per Amber's instructions she didn't
button it, but just tied the shirttails together. She looked in the mirror and
noticed that she could see right through the thin fabric to her large naked
breasts. The dark pink circles of her nipples were visible through the sheer
fabric and the tips of her nipples were raising little bumps in the material.
Debbie could now understand why men look her way. She used to think that they
were looking for a flaw in the way she looked. She now realizes that large
breasts on a relatively small frame are very attractive to men. The tightness
of her blouse held her breasts together, producing substantial cleavage.
Debbie then took out the SmartBalls, which had been keeping her on the brink of
orgasm, out of her dripping snatch. She was tempted to slide her fingers down
over her lust button to gain the sexual release that she craved, but just then
the stage manager informed her that she better be dressed in 5 minutes and in
line to hit the stage.
A sudden surge of panic overtook her as she realized that she still had to fix
her hair, do her makeup and finish getting dressed. As much as she wanted to
take care of her burning need, it would have to wait until later. She quickly
pulled her hair into two tight pigtails on either side of her head. She then
applied heavy mascara and dark eyeliner to her once proud eyes before stopping
to finish dressing.
A deep sigh escaped through Debbie's lips as she gingerly stepped into the skirt
that the girls had provided. It was obviously made for a much younger girl
because it was way too short. Debbie had a tough time even getting it on,
because it was so small. It was red, pleated, and barely covered her ass.
White knee socks and patent leather shoes and a pair of white cotton panties
completed the outfit. Amber had selected the panties for her thinking that they
added a sense of innocence to her flamboyantly slutty outfit.
Debbie looked herself over in the mirror. She saw a mature woman dressed as a
naughty schoolgirl. Her panty-covered ass was almost completely exposed and the
sheer top clearly showed that she was not wearing a bra. To make matters worse
her nipples were still so hard that they hurt and even though she removed the
SmartBalls from her aching sex, her clit was still engorged and raging for
relief.
She turned around to look at her backside in the mirror. All the workouts were
starting to pay off. Her tight rounded ass was smooth and you could see the
outline of her crack through the thin panties. Her legs, like the rest of her
body, were tanned just right and although she was short, the high heels and
short skirt made her legs look long.
Unable to look any longer at the slut in the mirror, she cast her eyes down
towards the floor as she headed towards the stage to await her turn to perform
and whatever cruel demented surprise that her nieces had arranged for her.
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As Brett finished his dinner he tried to clear his head and calm himself so that
the bulge in his pants would subside. No matter what he thought of, or didn't
think of, his cock still raged for relief inside his tight pants. As he
struggled with his growing arousal, Stephanie sauntered into the room.
Stephanie sat down in the middle of the kitchen floor, directly in front of
Brett, and spread her legs wide while pretending to stretch. The fabric of her
tiny skirt inched up around her waist as the small red tuft of fabric that
covered her pubic mound came into clear view.
Brett couldn't believe the lustful thoughts that dominated his every thought.
He couldn't believe how his two nieces paraded themselves in front on him, and
how wantonly he was reacting to their exhibition. He just knew they wanted to
be fucked. But, Brett couldn't do it. After being married to Debbie for all
these years, he was not going to cheat on her, well not again, and not of his
own free will, no matter how horny he felt.
"Don't you want me Uncle Brett? I'm so wet and horny." Stephanie purred.
Brett could see the wet spot in the center of Stephanie's thong. He licked his
lips as Amber came into the room and cupped her firm tits while shaking them up
and down enticingly.
"Don't you want to fuck us both?" Amber cooed.
Sensing that her prey was within her sights, Stephanie lifted herself up and
approached her uncle. She put an index finger to her lips and touched her
tongue briefly. She then touched her throat and slowly moved her finger down
her ample cleavage. Stephanie noticed that the lump in Brett's pants was
unmistakable, then looked him straight in the eye and smiled seductively.
Brett's eyes were glued to Stephanie's finger, which was lightly stroking the
deep crevice between her breasts. There was no disguising the lust in his eyes.
Deciding that a little show was in order, Stephanie put her hands on each leg at
the hem of her skirt. Slowly she slid her hands along her body and up her side.
She cupped her breasts and hefted them, causing the cleavage to become deeper.
She pinched each nipple through her bikini top.
Brett could not move as he felt his bulge grow substantially. Seeing his
predicament, Amber slid behind her uncle and slowly allowed her hand to slither
over her uncle's crotch until it came to rest on his raging monster.
Mustering all of his inner strength, Brett pushed himself up and got up to leave
the room. "I can't, I'm married and I love Debbie," Brett protested and went
into the family room.
Stephanie and Amber followed.
"You know Debbie's cheating on you, don't you?" Stephanie teased.
Brett laughed, "You're crazy. Last night was a one-time freak thing. She would
never cheat on me behind my back. If I hadn't given her permission there's no
way in hell that she would have gone through with it. She did it for me."
"Bet you." Stephanie replied with a knowing grin, her plan working perfectly.
"What do you want to bet," Brett asked laughing at the absurdity of the idea of
Debbie cheating on him.
"Okay, if Debbie is cheating on you, you'll fuck us both tonight and be our
slave for one year doing anything and anyone we want," Stephanie said.
"And if she's not," Brett asked with skepticism.
"Then we will give you the video tape of you and Rachel and all of the pictures
of Debbie with Malcolm," Stephanie replied as she looked at Amber.
"In other words, you get your life back and we leave, no questions asked," Amber
added.
"You've got a deal," Brett said. He couldn't believe his good luck. If winning
the bet depended on his discretion, he might be in trouble. But this was his
sweet innocent wife they were talking about. She sang in the church choir and
was a board member at the local PTA for Christ's sake. There was no way she was
the slut that the girls kept talking about.
Stephanie and Brett shook hands as she informed him that the nanny would be
watching the kids while they took a drive.
"Why do you think she got a nanny after all? We were sworn to secrecy, but she
has another life that you know nothing about. You really are married to quite
the slut I must say." Stephanie teased as she grabbed Brett's arm on the way to
the car.
Brett just chuckled under his breath. "There is absolutely no way that my sweet
Debbie is cheating on me. I can't believe that I am finally going to get my
life back."
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What evil surprise awaits poor Debbie at the club? Will Brett win back his
family's freedom? Will the nieces win and enslave them all? Stay tuned...
To be continued... If you have any story line ideas for future chapters, or
would like to comment on the story please e-mail me at wifefantasy@hotmail.com.
