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------------------------------------The Morning After

I awoke about 11 o'clock the next morning. Bob was already up and gone, but he had left me a note on my bedroom door. As was his way, Boss Bob had taken over, and as usual, of all the details had been considered and deftly handled.

"Dear Harry; I called the maid and told her not to come in until two o'clock. Have Sally up and dressed by that time. I gave the maid the day off just as soon as she straightens things up. She should be gone by four. Dinner will be sent up from the restaurant at the regular time. I'll be back by then. I suggest that you use Sally for your pleasure this afternoon. I have 'dibbs' on her cunt for this evening. Your first lesson in sharing your wife with another man: Sluts thrive on cock. Tell my new mistress I expect her to be naked, wet, and ready to service mine when I get home. See you at eight thirty. Boss Bob"

In Bob's bedroom I found Sally naked on the floor, tied at the wrists with her arms around a leg of the bed. Her eyes were open, but a little glassy, not yet fully awake. I untied her hands, stood her up, and hugged her to me before putting her on the bed. She lay there, limp and silent, while I drew her bath. When the tub was full I helped her to her feet again and into the warm water. Neither of us had yet spoken the first word to the other by the time I left the apartment to bring us back sandwiches for lunch.

When I returned, Sally was dressed and sitting at the dining room table. The room was still a mess from the drinking bout the night before. I put the sandwiches out on the table and she brought in a pot of coffee she had made while I was out. We sat there, nibbling our sandwiches, but still saying nothing as we faced each other for the first time since our life together had so suddenly spun out of control.

I was the first to break the silence. "Well, what do we do now?"

Sally said nothing. She just sat there trembling as if this would all go away if she could only wake up from this strange dream.

I pressed on, however.

"Talk to me damn it, I've got to know what you want. Do you want to go on fucking Bob Simpson, or do I resign, and we move to Woebegone Nebraska in the hope I can start a new career there. Can you give up the way we live? Can you give up that ten inches of hard meat between Boss Bob's legs? It's all up to you. I love you Sally, so much so that I'll share you with him if that is what you want; or I can quit and we can both leave Boss Bob Simpson and never see him again--but you've got to decide. After all, its your pussy that's up for grabs here. I get to use it either way, so I can go either way. It makes no difference to me."

It took a while, but finally an answer came in a hoarse whisper.

"Harry, I'm so sorry," Sally at last began. "I love you too, or at least I was sure I did before last night. Last night, though, his cock was a magic carpet. I rode it to heights where I have never been before. No, I don't want to start over in Nebraska, and no, I can't give up the way we live. And no, I can't give up the Boss meat, either."

"You see," Sally continued, "I want to be his mistress, his slut. Last night when I was on my knees swearing that I loved him, and that I would do anything if only he would fuck me--I wasn't just saying that because of what he was doing to me right then. Oh, that was part of it, but there was nothing momentary about the promises I was making. You were there. You know. He made things quite clear..., he would not fuck me unless I surrendered totaly and became his concubine. I did so. I have no regret."

Sally shuddered slightly, and she was beginning to cry. I was hard for her but she went on.

"Yes, I want his cock inside me over and over again for the rest of my life. He will do that only if am his mistress and slut..., and that is what I have agreed to be. I can no longer choose for myself. My heart may still belong to you, but my slut body, my horny cunt, they belong to Bob Simpson now, God help me."

I looked into her eyes filled with tears and struggled for some argument against what she was telling me. "You know he doesn't love you. Sally. You're just a plaything he can use to amuse himself with, and you'll never be anything else."

I handed her the note he had left me. "Here, read this."

Sally read it, and began to cry harder.

"Not exactly a love letter is it?" she sobbed. "But then I didn't expect it to be. At the end last night, when he led me away hard fucked and stark naked with robe sash around my neck, I knew it all. I had been captured by a lusty old pirate with a big dick who as going to make a whore of me. That's all your big time boss is you know. He's a pirate. In our century we may call him an business executive, but he's really just an old fashioned buccaneer with a college education and the same big dick I'll bet Blackbeard had. Its not really surprising that after a hard days sailing on the Corporate Main that he needs a woman eager to spread her legs for him."

"So," she continued on, "When Boss Bob gets home tonight he will indeed find this slut bitch naked with her pussy wet and ready for him. And yes, if you are willing, the freshly fucked whore he shares with you. As humbling as all that may be, it's a small price to pay to have him stick me again with his tongue and his cock."

She began to dry her eyes then and took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

"It's not all bad," she said, "The good news is that you'll keep your job and make us a lot of money so we can keep on living here. And I'll have your cock, and your Boss's too, though I suspect you may get to use my pussy less than you think. However that may be though, I'm sure there will be no shortage of hard-ons for me to service. I've heard that pirates often lend their women to friends and guests."

Our day thereafter went by almost normally. Sally did seem to be a little quiet, and once or twice I caught her eyes filling with tears that she would fight back. As evening approached she became more and more lost inside herself. After dinner I heard her mumbling under her breath, preoccupied as if she was trying to straighten her mind by vocalizing her thoughts.

Around 6 pm she showered, did her hair, and after she had powdered and perfumed herself, she came to me, fresh, sweet, and naked from her toilet, and asked me to please fuck her. She looked absolutely beautiful and delicious, and I was more than happy to oblige her request. Before I stuck my cock in her, however, I stroked and petted her for a long time trying to show how much I loved her. I even ate her pussy. I'm certain she enjoyed that, although she didn't have quite the same frantic reaction as she had to Boss Bob's talented tongue. When I laid her on her back for a missionary fuck, she surprised me by asking for something else.

"No Harry, I'm a slut now, remember. Please, I want you to take me like the bitch I am. I want you to dog fuck me over the arm of the couch."

And, that was the way I took her..., with her ass in the air..., like a bitch. Poor Sally, she was really into this slut thing. The whole time I was fucking her she was begging me for more, something she has never done for me before. I'm certain that she came at least three, maybe four, times before I got off in her. Sally hasn't had a multiple orgasm on my cock since our honeymoon. When we finished she crawled between my legs, and began to orally clean my cock. This was another first in our married life. Sally had never before taken my cock in her mouth while it was still wet and soiled with our joint love cum. God, but it was nice. We were still at it that way, Sally on her knees sucking on my now soft cock when Bob arrived home.

----------------------------Sally makes her commitment

"Now there is a pretty picture," Bob said as he entered the room, and then with a grin he asked, "Is it time for my turn yet."

Sally left me, and rose to her feet to hug her new lover. "Yes, Boss Bob, it is your turn now," she told him.

"Good!" he grunted in reply, "Go to my dresser, top drawer, and bring me the big black dildo."

When she returned with the plastic penis, Bob took a seat on the sofa with Sally standing in front of him, her legs spread wide. Bob parted the sensitive lips below her blond pussy hair and ran two fingers into her slit. They came out wet with her juices just as he had demanded in his morning note. Satisfied with what he had found, he fed his two sopping fingers into her mouth.

Sally didn't need to be told she was to suck them clean. Even as she sucked her own fingers, Bob slid the big black dildo, driving it home with a single thrust. The thing was every bit as big as Bob's cock and Sally caught her breath abruptly from the shock and pain of this sudden assault on her sensitive core.

"Very good! Excellent!" he said. "Sally you are indeed going to be a prize mistress for me. "Hold that in there with your pussy muscles slut, but don't get off on it. Go to the foyer, and bring me the two small jewelers boxes on the table there.."

It was not easy for Sally to walk and at the same time hold the artificial cock her pussy, but by squeezing her thighs together as much as possible, and taking very small steps, she somehow managed. She stood before him and offered him the two small jewelry boxes she had brought back. Bob looked into her eyes and told her, "It is tine that you be marked as my mistress," he told her.

Out of the first box she brought back came a gold anklet with diamonds around the edge of an ID plate that was inscribed on both sides. On one side it said., "Boss Bob's Slut." On the other it said, "Boss Bob's Whore." Bob put it around Sally's right ankle, and with a pair of pliers from his pocket he destroyed the catch.

As she watched her lover fuse the chain, Sally's blushed a bright red and I could see her nipples harden. My poor Sally, she may have been humiliated by the brands of 'Slut' and 'Whore' that were now permanently affixed to her ankle, but she was equally stimulated by the thought of what they meant.

From the second box came a small gold ring. Neither Sally nor I had a clue as to "what it was before Bob spoke up to explain. This is a clit ring," he told us. 'The surgeon will insert this thru the foreskin. When you become aroused Sally. this little ring will rub against your clit and further stimulate you to your new calling. It has other practical uses as well. If you ever prove resistive, nothing reminds a female of her place and proper use than to led away to her bed by her pussy ring."

"Now my sexy little whore," Bob asked, "Tell me again that you are my slut"

Boss Bob's demand for commitment hung like a sword in the air over Sally's collared neck. It took Sally a moment or two to gather herself for a reply, and for those few seconds we all just hung there as if time had stopped.

Finally, she began to speak slowly.

"Yes Boss Bob Sir, I am your slut, your whore, for as long as you will fuck me with your big cock."

"You understand," Bob interrupted, "that I will demand much of you. You will remain married to Harry and continue to occupy his bed when I am not using you. Corporate propriety requires that all appearances be maintained. Harry, however, will not be the only one I will share you with. My mistresses, and there will always be several, are company property. When business demands it, they all, you included, are required to serve as company whores. I may use you to impress important people with my macho authority by requiring you to publicly suck my cock. Or you may be displayed naked before being sent to service business associates and customers, both male and female, as a whore. Are you truly willing to accept that and possibly more, no matter how painful, shameful, or perverted?"

"Oh yes Sir," Sally responded, her voice now husky with desire. "Do with your slut as you please. Display me naked in front of my friends. Make me beg to suck your cock as they listen. Squeeze your cock between my tits and jack off in my face as they watch. Put me on my hands and knees and fuck my asshole. And yes, I know there will be other penises for me to pleasure with my warm wet pussy and mouth."

In the quiet pause that followed her speech, however, Sally went on to ask her master for two special favors.

"Although I know you do not love me, that I am only a warm sleeve for your cock, and can never be anything more, you must promise to fuck me often; and oh yes, if I please you, you must reward me by eating my horny pussy.

"Beyond that." Sally continued, "I ask only that my dear Harry, who I do truly love, shall continue to be treated fairly and with respect. That I am a slut is my shame and mine alone. Harry should not suffer because of the fire that burns between his wife's legs."

"Save only for these two small favors, I do freely acknowledge and agree that henceforth I am Boss Bob's mistress, slut and whore."

All this was more eloquence than I would have believed Sally was capable. I understood now why she had been lost in thought this afternoon, and why she was talking to herself under her breath. She had not been struggling with her decision, or mourning our lost life together, as I had thought. She had guessed that this little scene was coming, and she had been practicing her God damn acceptance speech. I was a little put out that she had spent our last afternoon of freedom together that way, but then I thought, damn, what a class act!

Bob stood up from the sofa and said, "Fair enough then, it is time I enjoyed my slut's horny wet pussy. Take that dildo out of there Sally and put it in your mouth."

With that Boss Bob took my pretty wife by the hand and led her from the room, horny, naked, and her face stuffed with a big black plastic dildo. Sally didn't seem the least bit reluctant to go with him.

Bob, however, hesitated a few seconds before leaving, as if there was something he wanted to tell me, but was unsure of just how to say it. After gathering his thoughts for a moment of two, he finally came out with it

"And, ah, oh yes..., Harry. I'm expecting a guest to arrive in the next half hour or so. I would appreciate it if you would stay up a few minutes to show my guest to my bedroom. It's a sort of a surprise I have arranged for Sally."

I asked him, "What kind of surprise?"

"Well," he answered, "I don't want to say because its sort of a surprise for you too, although not really. I'm sure you probably have guessed at it over the years. Sally, I'm afraid, isn't going to be too fond of my surprise, but eventually you're going to enjoy it a lot."

Sally was waiting impatiently without much interest until Bob said that line about her not likely to be fond of this surprise.

"What..." she started to ask before Bob brought her up short, and again headed for the hall.

Then while still at he door, he turned and asked, "you will do me that little favor won't you?"

I said I would, and he went on into his room, a naked Sally following him along like a happy puppy. About twenty minutes or so later the phone rang. It was the security man in the parking garage range.

"Mr. Fountain," he said, "There's a lady down here who says she has an appointment with Mr. Simpson."

"Send her on up Pete," I replied. Five minutes later the door bell rang. I opened the door and invited Bob's guest to come in.

It was Darla MacIntire!

---------------------------------Sally's bad night

Darla, as usual, was gorgeous. Her Red Hair was down around her shoulders. She was wearing a cocktail dress with a short hemline and an open bosom that showed a lot of bare tit. Over her shoulder was a small airline carry-on bag.

"Well, good evening Darla," I greeted her.

"Hello Harry," she replied. "Can we just let it go at that for now?"

Before I could ask further, she cut our conversation short.

"It's a long story, Harry, but I think you can figure most of it out for yourself. I'll give you the details some other time if Boss Bob will let me. For now though, he is expecting me, and I had better not be late. Please show me to his bedroom."

I didn't try to answer. I nodded, took her by the arm and escorted her down the hall and up the stairs to Bob's room. I knocked on the door, and Bob's voice rang out loudly, "Come in Darla."

As she entered, I caught a glimpse of Bob sitting on the bed with Sally standing in front of him with her legs spread. In one hand she was squeezing a tit, and with the other she was fucking her cunt with that big black dildo. That was all I had a chance to see. Darla entered quickly and closed the door behind her.

I went on to bed. There seemed nothing else I could do. I found it hard to get to sleep, and I watched the late shows on television for a while trying to drop off. Even over the sound from the TV, however, I could hear an occasional shriek from Bob's room. Then things seemed to quiet down, and about three thirty I finally dropped off to sleep, my TV still on.

I slept soundly. When I finally awoke, the sun was well up, the TV was off, and Sally was in bed with me. She already had her lips around my cock. My erection had begun to grow, and I just lay there pretending to be still asleep while I enjoyed the moment and the softness of her mouth. I couldn't keep faking it very long, though. In just 48 hours Sally had become a much improved cocksucker. I stopped pretending, grabbed her by the head and began to fuck her face with my hips.

It didn't take her long to finish me. I shot my load into Sally's mouth and she swallowed like the little whore she has become. Even then she wouldn't quit. As if cleaning her plate after a tasty meal, she continued suck on me for whatever I had left. When a woman does that after the man's big wad is gone, her suction reaches through the penis all the way into his scrotum and balls. Fells good sometimes, but it hurts some too.

Now that I was back in the world, however, I could see that Sally was hurting a lot worse than I was. She began to cry as she explained, "Oh Harry, it was awful, just awful. I've never been in bed with another woman before, and when I objected he put me over his knees and spanked me..., hard. He told me I would like having sex with another woman after Darla sucked my cunt..., and I had sucked hers. I could either get used to it, or leave. He said he didn't need me, but he knew I needed him! The BASTARD!"

"Well we're making progress anyway," I told her. "At least by this morning you know he's a bastard."

"Oh, Harry," she sobbed, "I've always known he was a bastard. What's that got to do with anything?"

"Its got a lot to do with it, I replied. "There's more at stake now than just some big cock for you to tickle your ovaries with. Damn it, fucking you was one thing, but now he's beating you. You know as well as I do that next time it won't be his hand, it will be a whip. If you've had enough, we can pack up and get the hell out of here. You'll never have to let the bastard hit you again."

My wife's crying jag was easing now.

"Poor Harry," she said as she dried her eyes on the sheet. "You still don't understand do you? I can't leave. He owns me, or at least that thing between his legs does. Of course he will beat me. Horny old pirates always beat the women they capture from the Spanish main, and like I told you yesterday, he's just another pirate with a big dick. Nothing changed last night; I was spanked and made to kiss another woman's cunt, that's all. I'm exactly the same slut this morning I was last. I was Boss Bob's slut, his whore then, and that's what I am now. It says so on the ID around my ankle, and it is Boss Bob's right to beat his whore whenever he wants."
Sally never gave me a chance to answer. Before I could get a word in edgewise, she went on, "But about last night in his room; let me start over at the beginning. I was sent here with instructions. You have had the blow job I was to give you. Now I'm supposed to tell you everything that happened to me last night."

"It wasn't much fun, I can tell you that," She began. "As soon as we got to his room he sat on the bed while I frigged myself with a dildo. He made me keep at it even after Darla arrived. While I was pumping that thing in and out of my pussy, I had to beg him over and over to let me suck his cock. I was ashamed to do that with Darla there. I didn't want her to see me acting like a horny slut, but I couldn't help myself. I WAS a horny slut, and groveling for a cock is what horny sluts do."

Sally took a deep breath before continuing.

"He had Darla strip, and that made feel a little better that the bitch wasn't getting any favors. I even ready to gloat, but then I realized that I wasn't doing any better that she was..., standing there naked, fuckin myself with that damned plastic cock. I've got to admit though, it was all very erotic...,a redheaded slut sucking cock while a blond slut jacked herself off."

"Then he told me to lay on the bed, while Darla ate my pussy. I've never done the lez thing before. I didn't want to do it now, but if Boss Bob wanted to see a woman lick my pussy, I had to go through with it. I spread my legs and Darla dived in. I've got to admit she felt pretty good too. She was more gentle than most guy are. She spread the lips of my vagina, and used her tongue to lick me good. I could have easily cum in her mouth, but Bob ordered me not to, and I choked it back."

"As I lay there trying to hold off my orgasm, Bob came over and took Darla from between my legs. He rolled her over on her back and told me, 'It's Darla's turn now Sally. Eat her pussy! Suck her good! I want you to get her ready to fuck me!'"

"I didn't want to suck a woman, and I started to cry a little. Bob said 'stop it! Do as you're told bitch, or you'll spend the night with your face tied down in her crotch.'"

"God knows, I didn't want anything like that, so I tried, I really tried, Harry, but when I put my mouth on her pussy the woman smell turned my stomach, and I started to pull away gagging a little."

Sally started to cry hard again.

"That really made Boss Bob angry. He grabbed me by the ankles, yanked my legs apart and spanked my pussy hard with his hand. It stung so bad. I screamed for mercy, but he just yelled at me, 'you think Darla's cunt is dirty do you; well if it's so dirty then we had better have you clean it up, or would you rather go sleep with Harry. With Darla here I for sure don't need you anymore.'"

"I did it then Harry," Sally choked as she tried to explain, "Darla sat on my face as I lay there with my legs still up in the air, and I sucked her cunt. I licked her from end to end. I ran my tongue down into her crack. I spread her folds with my fingers. I found her clit with my lips, and nibbled on it. I fucked her open gash with my tongue. Then she started to cum, Harry; She came like a river right in my mouth. She begged me not to stop, and then she screamed when the really big O hit her. Her thighs closed so hard on my head, I thought she had ruptured my eardrums. In my very first try, I earned my certificate as a first class cunt licker."

"Bob decided it was time to for him to participate. He had me crawl between his legs and suck his hard-on. I naturally thought that wen he was good and hard he would fuck me. Instead, he rolled over onto his back and told Darla to mount his cock."

"Harry," Sally went on to say, "I've never been so disappointed in my life. I wanted desperately for him to fuck me. I had earned it. I had been a good little slut bitch. I had jacked myself off in front of him. He had spanked my ass and my pussy. I had sucked his girlfriend for him. I was entitled; but God damn him, did he fuck me? He did not! He shamed me like a common whore, that's what he did! That bastard made me sit between his knees and slide the cock I had just sucked into a hard-on into Darla's pussy as she sat down on it."

"And this wasn't just any pussy either, Harry. Darla is one beautiful piece of ass. Her boobs are bigger than mine, and that red bush around her cunt is something to behold. She can really suck a cock too. I knelt there and watched her fuck Boss Bob. She is a good fuck, Harry, a really good fuck. Those long legs of hers could squeeze the life out of a man. Harry, I'm so afraid that I can't compete with a sex machine like that head to head, or should I say cunt to cunt."

"But I didn't have much time to dwell on what a sexy bitch Darla was. I wasn't even good enough to stay on the bed while he fucked her." Sally was back to sobbing now, and it was hard for her to get her story out. "I was told to kneel on the floor while they fucked. It was like I wasn't there. His attention was all on her big tits that flopped up and down every time she pumped herself on and off his rod."

"Darla had been riding the Boss's cock for about fifteen minutes when his cum flooded her cunt. Then.." Sally broke down altogether here, and for half a minute she couldn't go on..., "Then, he made me clean his cock with my mouth. As I licked him, I could taste her cunt juice. At that moment, I even hated his cock, if you can believe that; but...but, God help me, that wasn't all. Next, he had Darla spread her legs, and then...," Sally hesitated once more, "then...with strings of his cum leaking from it, that bastard made me eat her twat!"

Sally and I just sat there and looked at each other as she gathered herself enough to go on with her story.

"Afterwards, he had me suck him hard once more, and I thought for sure that now it would be my turn...but no, as soon as I had him ready he went right back to fucking that red headed bitch. This time, he put her on her back with pillows under her hips. He pulled her knees up, calves to thighs, and knelt between them. Again, I had to take his cock and direct it into her crack. He then made me rest my head on her belly with my face between her thighs where I could run my tongue across her clit as he fucked her.

When she began to cum, I couldn't stay there because she was bucking her hips so. Bob told me to move my mouth up to her boobs. I licked them good, Harry, just like he said to do; from her ribs up to the nipples, down her cleavage and underneath, and then back to the peaks where I could suck hard on her erect nubs."

Sally was taking faster now as if she had to get the story over with.

"They fucked for a lot longer this time. It seemed to me that it went on forever. Darla came, and came, and came. God damn it Harry, that was my cock, and those were my orgasms, she was getting. She had stolen them from me ..., that bitch! Finally though, Boss Bob finished. And once more, he put me on my knees between Darla's thighs, and made me suck her cunt clean for a second time."

"Did I mention before that she has a ring in the lip of her pussy just like the one Bob is going to have put in my cunt? Well, she does, and a 'Boss Bob's whore' anklet too. I guess I am not unique. I wonder how many others besides Darla and myself are out there?"

"Anyway, I went to work once more on Darla's crack. Darla must have still been hanging right on the edge because as soon as my tongue slid down her slit, she went off again right in my face. She calmed down a little after that, and I was able to finish cleaning the Boss's jism out of her without so nearly drowning in her female cum as I had before."

"When I was finished I was given my Boss's cock to suck on. By now, I was so grateful to have it at all that I didn't even mind her taste being on it. After I had sucked on him for a while, Bob announced it was time for my 'confessional". He said he didn't want a mistress who wasn't experienced. He wanted to hear in detail about every cock I have ever had in my hands, my mouth or my cunt, including all the whens, wheres, and hows."

"All the while he was laying on the bed with Darla in his lap playing with her tits. If I hesitated at all, he would threaten to send me back to you, I tried to evade his questions as much as I could, but Bob was too sharp for me. He caught me in every lie, and in every evasion. By the time it was over I had told him all the humiliating details of all the sex I had in high school and college, even how I had teased you with my tits and pussy to trap you into marrying me."

At this point Sally blushed and began to stammer a bit in her embarrassment.

"But that's not the worst of it, Bob said he was going to make me repeat all those dirty stories to you personally. Please don't let him do that. I can't even tell you how awful it would be for me standing naked in front of my husband describing all the sex I have had with other men. I'm not sure I could even do that, even if he beats me. It's bad enough that Darla-the-bitch knows the smutty dirt about what a slut bitch in heat I have been in the past, or the awful way I teased the boyfriends I never let actually fuck me. I couldn't stand for you to know it too."

'Damn, but I would like to hear all about it though,' I thought to myself, but I knew she was sincerely trying to protect me, so I lied to her a little, "I'll do my best honey. I'll tell Bob I don't want to hear it. If it happens, though, it happens. Trust me. It is not important. We have bigger problems than your past sex life."

Sally was crying again now. I held her in my arms and tried to comfort her. I asked her if she knew what was going to happen now, and she just sobbed and shook her head.