Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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Bob came back an hour later reeking of beer. Carol fussed over him while
I finished the steak dinner we were making for him. The smell made my
mouth water. Carol and I were to just have a salad. Bob says we must keep
our slim figures, she told me.
As I put his dinner in front of him, he felt up my ass. He slapped it as
I returned to the kitchen. Later that night as Bob watched a baseball
game Carol had me sit at a table away from the TV. She gave me my first
lesson on needlepoint.
For a moment, while I concentrated, I almost forgot what was happening to
me. That was until I uncrossed my legs and felt the tug of elastic and
the smooth feel of stocking on stocking.
Bob let out a loud burp and said.
"Ladies, good evening I'm heading up to bed. Carol don't be long."
He leered at me as he said that. Carol looked uncomfortable.
"We better stop now Kirsty. I have laid out a nightdress on your bed. I
better go. Bob won't be kept waiting."
She really did seem scared of Bob. She didn't seem like that when he was
around. I think that was a front. There was definitely some wrong between
those two. Perhaps I could use it to my advantage. I needed to press
Carol for more information.
I went to my room and showered. On the bed, there was a see-through black
babydoll, complete with ruffled panties. I groaned inwardly, but what
difference did it make? If I didn't wear it, I may get a visit and get
zapped.
As I struggled to get to sleep my mind was on fire trying to work out
ways to escape. I could hear Bob and Carol having noisy sex. Some of
Carol's screams seemed like they were caused by pleasure, but some though
sounded like pain.
I dreaded the idea that sometime soon I would be sharing their bed. The
only thing saving me was for some reason they didn't want to hurt me the
first time Bob "had" me. My guess is that was Carol's idea. It may have
also had something to do with the reason their last victim tried to
escape. I would have to push Carol for answers.
The next few days followed a similar pattern. I was learning how to do my
makeup and Carol was letting me choose some of my clothes. I tried to
wear the least feminine clothes possible, but she would always object if
there were not enough frills, lace, or bows. I was always to be the most
"girly" of the two ladies of the house.
I could sense Bob was getting impatient. On the 5th day, Carol looked
worried as she came into my bedroom. She was carrying, what can only be
described as a high-quality french maid's uniform. It wasn't one of the
cheap ones you see girls wear to Halloween parties. It looked genuine if
women really did wear uniforms like this in 2023.
She chose my underwear to match. A black basque with fishnet stockings.
Then a pair of full-cut, white ruffled panties. There wasn't an inch on
them that wasn't covered with lace. The dress was black satin with puffed
lace trimmed sleeves. When I had the apron and the layered petticoats on
I rustled with every move I made. The 6-inch heels were even worse.
All day as I washed and cleaned I was dreading Bob's attention. He came
back at 6 P.M., drunk as usual. As I served his dinner he waited until I
had put his food down, then pressed the remote.
I screamed and started to fall. He caught me and bent me over his lap. As
I came to my senses, I felt the back of my dress lift and my panties
pulled down.
"You think she can protect you from me bitch?"
I felt the first hard slap on my bare ass. These were hard slaps that
burned with each blow. I had a vision of what I must look like. A mass of
frills with two stocking-covered legs kicking with each slap.
Bob was calling me a sissy, a wimp, and a bitch.
"You were never a man. You deserve everything that is going to happen to
you."
I couldn't help myself. I started to cry.
Bob looked at Carol.
"There she is Carol. No man would cry from a few slaps. She has accepted
she is a woman."
Through tear-stained eyes, I saw Carol looked very worried. Bob shoved me
onto the floor, then stood and dropped his pants. His cock flopped out. I
gasped. It was nearly 8 inches long and fat. He was only half aroused. No
wonder Carol was stretching me wider every day. If he used that on me
now, I knew it would damage me.
"Lick me bitch. Worship it."
A brief zap from the collar gave me some encouragement. Another piece of
my manhood died as I struggled to get the head into my mouth. I had
become a cocksucker. Tears were falling down my face as I bobbed my head
up and down. I felt it grow harder and larger in my mouth.
My movements were on autopilot. My hands stroked the shaft as licked and
sucked. I just wanted this to end.
"Then Carol. She loves my cock. I told you she wouldn't fight it like the
last one."
"That's nice Kirsty, but deeper take more of me in. Deepthroat me."
He forced my head down. I felt the tip enter my throat and started
gagging and choking. I struggled, but he was too strong for me. I saw
stars and thought this is how I die. Choked to death on a cock. Something
told me to bite down. I knew this would end in my death, but at least I
would have some satisfaction.
I was dragged off just before I bit. It was Carol.
"Get off him you bitch. I'm the first wife here sister. I get first go on
this cock."
She had taken her jeans and panties off and sat slowly down on Bob's
erect cock.
"She's got me nice and hard for you baby, come on give me some sugar."
said Bob.
As she lowered herself, she blocked Bob's view of me and mouthed,
"Sorry".
She had saved me again. I got a birdseye view as I sat on the floor
between their legs. I saw everything in graphic detail. The squelching
noises and the smell of sex were all in my face. Before this, my only
experience of sex had been a drunken fumble with a girl at a party.
Bob's hands were squeezing Carol's tits. He moved her to the side for a
moment.
"Kirsty, join in. Lick my balls as I fuck her. NOW!"
I had sunk so far, what difference would this make? They tasted slightly
salty as I took long licks upwards. Sometimes I would get the taste of
Carol's pussy as she reached the bottom of her stroke.
This went on for 5 minutes. Then I felt his balls tighten and he roared
and pushed Carol down. She screamed in pain as I fell backward.
After a moment, Bob pushed Carol off him and said.
"Thank you ladies, I enjoyed that. I'm going to bed now. Don't be long
Carol."
I wrapped my arms around her. I realized, she was almost as much a
prisoner here as I was. I had to convince her to fight back against this
evil bastard.
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