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David and Beth finally stumbled out of bed around noon on New Years Day. Beth had managed to get a few hours sleep since climbing into bed at dawn, but most of the time she had spent tossing and turning from sexual frustration. David was getting out of bed, when Beth jumped up and raced him to the bathroom.
Her husband had noticed his brothers dried sperm on her chin, luckily he thought it was drool, and she wanted to wipe it off before he got a better look at her face. Her chin was caked with her brother-in-law's seed and there were traces of it all over the rest of her face. Beth felt like puking in disgust until she remembered the feeling of his cock spasming in her mouth, his hot seed flowing over her tongue, swallowing several blasts of his cum and the disgust was gone, once again replaced by arousal.
Beth had wet the wash cloth and was bringing it up to her face never taking her mind off the way she had craved every last bit of his seed. She had licked every little bit of it up and was trying to shove the cum all over her face, into her mouth when Steve had said, Leave it on. Beth sat down on the toilet and thought about Steve while she peed. He had given her the best sex of her life without even penetrating her with anything other then his tongue and finger. He had changed her mind about how boring sex was. He had even changed her vocabulary and way of thinking. She had never used the words cock, pussy, or fuck until this week and now she was even thinking in those terms. The big ass had even made her beg him to fuck her and then he had walked away saying he wasn't ready. Well, he had lost his chance. Beth still wanted his cock in her pussy more then anything else, but she made up her mind to resist him. She was a proud, intelligent woman capable of resisting anything, though her thoughts had been in turmoil ever since Steve had baptized her face and mouth with his sperm a week earlier. She would avoid him like the plague and try to appear as unattractive as possible when he was around, that was her only hope.
David was begging to use the bathroom and she yelled that she'd be done in just a minute. Beth flushed the toilet and then went to check her face in the mirror on last time. She looked at her reflection and was headed for the door to let her husband in when she did a double take. Her face was still coated with Steve's sperm. How had she forgotten to wash it off? Like a maniac she scrubbed her face to remove all traces of her defilement and when she was satisfied, she let David in, kissing him on her way out.
David had just left the shower and she could hear him laughing with Steve downstairs over how drunk he had been last night. Beth got in the shower and spent an extra long time trying to clean everywhere Steve had touched her. When she was satisfied she was clean, Beth fixed her hair up into a mess on her head and picking out her baggiest clothes to wear, she went downstairs to face her brother-in-law. Steve and David were sitting at the table sipping coffee. David was waiting for Beth for they were off to take advantage of the New Years Day sales at the mall and thankfully Steve would be watching football before going to work that night. Hopefully she could get through the day without seeing him again and then she'd only have 28 more days to go. She and David were almost out the door when Steve said something that made her shiver as a chill went down her back.
"Care if I tag along," he said.
Beth didn't talk much throughout the ride to the mall. She just sullenly shrank down into her seat and let Steve and David talk about football. "What do you need at the mall so bad that it can drag you away from the Rose bowl anyway?"
David asked his brother.
"Oh, I got this hot babe I'm trying to break in," replied Steve with a grin. "She's stacked but, doesn't really know how to show off her body so I'm going to buy her some new threads."
David looked over his shoulder at his brother in the back seat. Steve was sitting behind Beth so that she couldn't see him and he was cupping his hands before his chest, indicating she had big breasts in the universal language of men.
Upon hearing the news that Steve had another woman, Beth was immediately overcome with jealousy until she realized it might be herself he was talking about. She felt a momentary surge of joy before her brain kicked in and she was once again filled with despair and guilt.
"Must be pretty serious, if your passing on football to buy womans clothes." David commented.
"Actually, I haven't even slept with her," Steve said moving his fist before his face to show David that he had gotten a blow job.
David sighed, thinking about the one and only blowjob he had ever gotten back in high school. He was envious of his brother, getting blow jobs and buying sleazy clothes for women he just met. Here was David married to the hottest girl in South Florida and he had barely even seen her naked in a lit room, let alone ever dreamt of her giving him a blow job.
"I'm going to nail her tomorrow," Steve said confidently.
David cringed, that was just the kind of statement that usually caused Beth to blow up. He glanced at her but she was staring out into space, not paying any attention to them. She was as white as a ghost and he feared she might be getting sick. He thought of his brother's mighty penis plowing into some large breasted woman dressed up as a slut and mouthed the words, "Good luck," to Steve who just winked in reply.
Beth couldn't stand to be around Steve so she told David she wanted to shop alone and quickly headed off in the opposite direction. The two brothers watched her go and immediately raced to the Fredericks of Hollywood.
As the two men sifted through the teddies, baby dolls and camisoles, David found he was actually enjoying spending time with his brother. Steve was still a jerk, but he was the kind of jerk that all men fantasized about being at least once in their lives. David pictured himself riding a motorcycle, cross country, deflowering virgins, seducing married women, and having strippers begging him for sex. Half of his brothers stories couldn't possibly be true but they still made good fantasy.
Steve had picked out a couple peek-a-boo teddies, garters, and thongs when he noticed his brother eyeing an outfit he liked.
David was holding a French maid costume, imagining how good Beth would look in it. The costume seemed tailor made to fit Beth's buxom figure. It had your typical fish net stockings, a thong under a black mini skirt, push-up bra, little hat, and a feather duster. Beth would detest this as standard male chauvinistic crap. His wife's figure was clearly wasted in all the baggy clothes she always wore. Thankfully though, if more men had been aware of Beth's hot body, there was no doubt in David's mind some better looking guy would have snagged her long before he had met her.
With a sigh, David was returning the outfit to the rack, when Steve snatched it out of his hands.
"Perfect," he said.
He quickly fingered through the other fantasy costumes and pulled out a sleazy nurses outfit.
This one had white garters, bra, panties, ad a little white jacket that reached down to just above the hips and hung open in the front. A little red cross hat, completed the look.
"I still can't believe that there are women out there who'll where this sort of stuff," said David.
"You'll find it hard to believe, but when your cock is as big as mine, women will do whatever you tell them," Steve replied casually.
Picturing Beth running her little hands up and down Steve's rod, David just nodded in reply. He didn't find it hard to believe at all.
Steve shopped around in some other stores, and had bought some halter tops and mini skirts, by the time they had to rendezvous with Beth. Beth had found herself wandering around aimlessly in a daze and had bought nothing, much to her husbands delight. She heard David ask her what was wrong and she replied she wasn't feeling too good. He told her to switch with Steve and sit in back to lay down for the ride home. Steve had set the packages right by her and she felt her stomach turn as she peaked at their contents. They dropped Steve off at his bike and he sped off to work leaving them alone for the night.
David wanted to know what was taking his wife so long in the bathroom. They had enjoyed a nice romantic dinner and David had indicated he wanted to have some fun in the bedroom a little later on. Beth had told him she'd be ready after taking a bath and had been in the bathroom for over an hour. He saw that the door wasn't completely closed and pushed it open.Beth was wearing one of his shirts and nothing else, which was pretty daring for her. A razor beside her, indicated that she had just finished shaving her legs and she was bent into the mirror applying lipstick. David watched her for a while and when she was fixing her hair for the third time, he cleared his throat to get her attention and his wife jumped.
"Oh, David," she said, "you startled me."
David pushed his glasses up his nose and said, "Hot date tonight?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've been primping in front of that mirror for the last fifteen minutes."
"I do not primp," she assured him. "I just wanted to look good for you tonight and I guess I lost track of time."
"Well it was time well spent, cause you sure do look good," he said taking his wife into his arms.
David reached out and started unbuttoning her shirt. He was startled, when she didn't stop him and haul him into the dark bedroom and not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth he quickly finished and opened her shirt.
David gasped at the site of his wife's naked body. They had been married two years and this was the first time she had ever let him look at her nude without quickly covering herself up.
He shook his head in wonder that this incredible woman had agreed to marry a little nerdy guy like himself.
He ran his hands down her breasts, gently caressing them and tweaking her nipples to hardness. She was trembling as his hand moved down her belly and across her pubic hairs. Both of them gasped when his finger encountered her wetness. Beth was never ready for sex like this. He alway had to lubricate his penis before penetrating her. Not wanting to waste an opportunity like this, David pulled his wife to the bedroom. Beth was very active during sex and David being used to her lying passive while he made love to her, wished this night could last forever. Unfortunately, forever to him was seven minutes.
Beth lovingly clung to her husband after he orgasmed and in a few minutes she was listening to him breathe steadily indicating he was asleep. She got out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. Normally Beth would get a tissue and wrinkle her nose in distaste as she cleaned David's small load out of her vagina. Tonight, she just reached in a finger and scooped it up. She looked at the small glob of semen liquefying on her finger and without a second thought plopped it into her mouth. Her husbands sperm tasted as good as Steves, just the amount was so small, like an unfilling appetizer before a main course. Definitely better warm and straight from the source she thought, as the cold gooey cum slid down her throat. Beth looked at herself in the mirror and spent the next fifteen minutes fixing her hair and makeup before returning to bed. She snuggled up to her husband and laid there trying to fall asleep. Around three in the morning, she heard Steve's motorcycle pull up and her brother-in-law entered the house. She heard him sit heavily down onto the couch and then she heard the sound of his boots hitting the floor. She shivered excitedly knowing that he was stripping for bed. Beth fell asleep shortly thereafter.
Beth awoke to the sound of the alarm going off and she heard David groan as he turned it off. She grabbed him as he was leaving the bed. "Stay with me," she begged.
David smiled and shook his head. "Love to honey but I'm running late."
"Call in sick and we'll spend the day in bed," she said patting his side of the bed.
Wow, he thought, I must have really gotten her juices flowing last night. "I wish I could honey, but I'm up for a raise and we need the money." He kissed her on the forehead and went into the bathroom to get ready for work.
After dressing, David leaned over, kissed her again and then he left the room. She heard his car start up and then it slowly pulled out of the driveway. Beth jumped up and went to the bathroom to pee. When she was done she checked her hair and make-up once again without even realizing it. Still nude she returned to the bed and got under the covers. Beth was like a child who was afraid of monsters, constantly eyeing the closet. She just stared at the door waiting for Steve to come for her. Was that him moving around downstairs? Did she just hear a creak on the stairs? She stared at the door for an hour before getting up and walking over to the window.
Steve's motorcycle was gone! If she could make it to her car, she would be safe. Beth quickly threw on some plain old underwear, covering that with her baggy sweats. She had to go to work later and she grabbed her uniform figuring she could change at work. She snatched her keys and made a run for the car.
Beth was outside and on the deck when she ran into Steve. She nearly screamed in frustration when she saw him and glanced behind him at her car. Her salvation was only ten feet away.
"Where you off to in such a hurry," he asked?
"I... I have some errands to run," she answered nervously. She eyed Steve he was wearing tight biker shorts and a small tank top that showed off his massive arms and he was carrying a small package.
"Bitch, I didn't give you permission to leave," he said threateningly. "Get inside that house now."
Beth was inside before she realized it shaking with fear.
"I forgot to buy you this yesterday, he said handing her the package. "Put it on we're going to the beach."
She opened the package and saw a teeny blue bikini. The cups were a little bigger then eye patches and the bottom was a thong. Beth was horrified at the thought of wearing something that skimpy in public. She even refused to wear a one peice bathing suit. "Steve, I c-can't w-wear this," she told him drawing herself up proudly, "and I'm not going to sleep with you, I hate you."
"You we're begging me to fuck you the other night."
"I was drunk and I wasn't thinking straight that night."
"We need to come to an understanding, cause I'm sick of playing games with you," he said grabbing her arm.
Steve roughly dragged her to the couch and forced her to sit down in front of the tv. He hit play on the remote and sat back to watch her reaction.
The tv screen showed some slut bobbing her head up and down a super-sized cock. Her eyes widened with recognition, then shock, then wider in horror when she realized it was a videotape of her blowing Steve. Beth felt sick to her stomach as she watched herself sucking up his sperm like a wild animal.
"Here's the deal," he said to her. "For the next four weeks, your going to do everything I tell you to do or I show this video to your husband, mother, and I'm also prepared to send copies to those fucked up college professors you seem to be so fond of."
Beth felt the tears pouring out of her eyes and collapsed sobbing. The girl in the video was exactly the kind of girl her feminist professors were always raving against. Real woman didn't perform oral sex on men and they certainly didn't get pleasure out of it.
Steve in an unusual show of compassion leaned over and patted her on the head. "Don't worry about it Beth, everything you've done or are going to do with me, you've either been tricked or forced into. It's not your fault."
Beth nodded between tears. He was right it wasn't her fault. She was still the strong independent woman she had been a week before. He had lied and cheated to get her to perform disgusting sex acts on him and then he had done something to her. He had drugged her or he had hypnotized her with his cock, forcing her body to respond to him against her will. Yes, that was the only possible explanation.
"Beth go change into your bikini."
When Beth didn't move but just sat there sobbing, Steve grew angry. "Now go put your bikini on Bitch, and don't make me tell you again or there will be pictures of you sucking me off all over the internet within an hour."
Steve, his patience at an end, watched her jump up off the couch and run up the stairs after grabbing the box containing her new bikini. Why do they always have to get so emotional, he thought.
Beth ran into the bathroom and quickly stripped off her clothes. She lifted her leg and stepped into the panties, pulling them up and feeling the string slide between her ass cheeks. She put the top on noticing how little of her breasts were covered by the flimsy top. She tied the one string around her back and the other around her neck. She looked at herself standing sideways in the mirror.
In college, one of her professor had brought in a men's magazine to illustrate how men thought of women as mere sex objects or servants. She had pointed out a cartoon of a typically over proportioned blonde girl with big lips cooking dinner for a man laying on the couch watching tv. The girl had been wearing a flimsy see-thru negligee and had overly large breasts and an upturned ass that arched upwards behind her. Beth's bikini clad body resembled that cartoon girl. Beth had always been shy and conservative but when she had first seen the cartoon girl's resemblance to her three years ago, she had immediately tried to cover her assets up with large baggy clothes so that men wouldn't think of her as just a sex object. Now Steve was about to make her show off her body in front of hundreds of complete strangers. Beth left the room, her eyes downcast, she slowly walked downstairs and up towards a beaming Steve.
"It's too small," she complained.
"Of course," he replied. "I checked your measurements off your underwear and picked a bikini a size smaller. Now its perfect." Steve grabbed a towel and some suntan lotion and said, "Call in sick to work, I'll be waiting by my bike and don't dawdle."
Beth watched him go and did as she was told, telling work she had come down with the flu.
She was completely nude except for the string bikini, no shoes, no towel, not even any money to get home in case of an emergency. She slowly walked over to the door, still open from when Steve had left. If she went outside, she would be completely exposed to the world and dependant on her brother-in-law to get her home. The sun was shining through the door warming her skin and a cool, fresh smelling, breeze blew inside, caressing her body. The old man next door was mowing his lawn and stopped to ogle her as she stepped across the threshold and into a new world.
Beth clung to Steve's back as he sped down I-95 and took an exit towards Miami beach. She had been nervous at first getting behind him on the bike, then scared when he took off down the street. Now, it felt exhilarating. She had never felt such an overwhelming sense of freedom before, then from speeding half naked down a highway, wind blowing through her hair, other drivers ogling her body as she zipped past them. She could understand why Steve had never settled down and spent all his time traveling across country.
Steve turned onto Ocean drive and drove through South Beach. Beth had always avoided South Beach as a den of sin filled with transvestites, homosexuals, and scantily clad models, both male and female. Steve found a parking space and pulled into it.
After feeding the parking meter, he stripped off his tank top revealing his well defined chest and pulled off his biking shorts and stored his clothes in a knapsack, throwing it over his shoulder. Steve stood clad only in a small brief bathing suit, proudly showing the world his muscular body and massive bulge.
He grabbed her hand and they set off walking down the sidewalk two perfect specimens of the sexes. Everywhere they went, people stared, many simply stopped what they were doing and openly ogled either Steve or Beth and sometimes both.
Steve was hungry and they stopped to eat at one of the many sidewalk restaurants. The host seemed really put out by their attire and made them sit outside. Not that Steve seemed to mind, he just sat there, legs spread, letting all the girls walking by get a good look at what he had to offer and Beth felt a twinge of jealousy at all the pretty young models eyeing her man. No, her blackmailer, she corrected remembering where she was, a little surprised that she had just caught herself enjoying the day and his company.
After an expensive lunch, they crossed the street and headed down to the beach. A pretty raven haired model in a fish-net dress that covered a black bikini was getting her pictures taken by a chubby old photographer. The photographer stopped what he was doing when he saw Beth and Steve walk by. The swarmy little man ran over to them. He was panting and he wiped away beads of sweat from his brow as he handed Beth his business card. "I'd really like to get a chance to photograph you sometime," he said. "If your ever interested give me a call."
Beth had begun to like having everyone stare at her. She felt empowered, knowing that so many men found her attractive, and wasn't that what feminism was all about, being empowered? She was extremely flattered to think that someone thought she had what it takes to be a model. "Wow, you want to photograph me," she said staring at the card. "What kind of clothes would I wear dresses or evening gowns, oooh or business professional? She pictured herself looking like a young executive walking down the runway.
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