Housewife's Awakening
(MF, F+/F, wife, reluctant, humiliation, spanking, toys)
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.
Author's note: I would like to thank cg for editing and authoring parts of
Chapter 6.
Chapter Six - Entrapment
Debbie washed her mouth out for the third time. No matter what she did she
couldn't seem to get the taste of cum out of her mouth. She felt so cheap and
dirty, no amount of personal hygiene seemed to help. Beset with a mixture of
emotions she climbed into the shower stall hoping that a hot shower would
somehow clean her soiled body and soul. Even as she remained under the rain of
hot water, she couldn't clear her mind of the memories of what had occurred at
the mall. The humiliations...the threats... Debbie rubbed cream soap over her
now slick body in an effort to wash away the memories of her cruel treatment,
but try as she might she couldn't prevent recalling her own response...her
heated reactions, the stirrings as she felt eyes fixed on her as she was forced
to wear revealing garments, her excitement as the girls played with her helpless
body. The hot water running over her while her hands lathered her voluptuous
body only served to remind her of what happened at the mall and her excited
response to some of the terrible things she was commanded to do.
She so wanted to push her finger into her wet hungry cunt and stroke her hard
little clit until she found the release she so desired. But the thought of
those cameras kept her hands away from her cunt. Debbie frustratingly knew that
the sexual release she so desperately needed would elude her; that is until her
cruel nieces would allow.
************************************************************************
"Amber, did you lay our slut's clothes out for tonight?" Stephanie asked.
"Yes, I put them on her bed while she showered. Do you want to give her the low
down on how tonight is going to work, or should I?" Amber replied.
"I would be more than happy to give her the good news, be back in a minute,"
Stephanie said as she headed for Debbie and Brett's bedroom.
************************************************************************
Debbie pulled an old t-shirt and a pair of jeans out of her closet and was
putting them on when Stephanie entered the bathroom without knocking. How things
had changed as Stephanie arrogantly ignored Debbie's right to privacy as she
nonchalantly strode towards her aunt and stood in front of the visibly trembling
woman.
"Just what do you think you are doing, slut?" Snapped Stephanie.
"Mistress Stephanie, I was just cleaning up as instructed and getting dressed,"
Debbie replied meekly, unable to look her niece in the eye.
Stephanie grabbed Debbie's nipples through her t-shirt shirt and twisted
violently. So violently that Debbie lifted herself on her toes in an effort to
relieve the terrible tension her nipples were enduring.
"We didn't tell you to get dressed yet you stupid slut. Didn't you learn
anything this afternoon?"
"We decide what and when you wear anything!" snapped Stephanie who drew a gasp
from Debbie as she twisted her aunt's nipple even more fiercely.
"Y-yes Mistress Stephanie," whimpered Debbie as she screwed up her eyes at the
intensity of the burning sensation. Although she was relieved as her poor nipple
was released she was still trying to rub away the pain as she was ordered to
remove her top and jeans so that she was naked in front of her niece.
"Okay slut, you know each infringement results in punishment."
Debbie's hazel eyes widened in alarm as she heard her niece's threat before her
eyes were suddenly screwed shut as Stephanie grabbed and twisted her earlobe.
"Owww. You're hurting me!" Debbie moaned as Stephanie held her still by the
simple expedient of twisting and holding her earlobe like an errant child.
Debbie's own hands fluttered ineffectually as Stephanie controlled her pulling
her forward so that she bent at the waist.
Stephanie looked greedily on her aunt's naked body, from the liquidly swing of
Debbie's large dangling breasts, along the slim waist to the flaring swell of
the naked woman's buttocks. It was time to teach her delicious aunt another
lesson! Holding the squirming Debbie's earlobe she reached for the long back
brush so conveniently at hand, then raising the brush head high, Stephanie
brought it down hard onto the white buttocks.
WHACK. The sound of the brush striking Debbie's buttocks was accompanied by
Debbie's gasping groan at the sudden pain.
"We tell you when to get dressed..."
WHACK. There was the crack of the brush striking her as Debbie gasped again at
the stinging pain.
"We tell you what to wear."
"You'll remember now won't you slut." Stephanie said to Debbie who managed to
gasp out a yes. Debbie's hands wavered behind her in an effort to alleviate the
stinging as Stephanie continued to control her by fiercely gripping her earlobe.
Forced to lean forward, she felt Stephanie run a finger of her free hand down
the groove her spine towards her still backwardly thrusting, now reddened
buttocks. Stephanie warned her to remain still as she moved her hand over
Debbie's backward thrusting cunt and slid a finger into the warm depths causing
Debbie to stand on tiptoe as her engorged cunt was once again being stimulated.
"My my. You are a wet slut!" Stephanie said smirking evilly as she twisted her
digit in her aunt's warm depths.
Debbie quivered in part shame, part in rising excitement. Inspite of the her
stinging ass she found her level of arousal again reaching for its previous
heightened level.
Maybe Mistress Stephanie would allow her some release thought Debbie as she
concentrated on the sensations being created within her by her niece's finger.
Stephanie had no intention of that as she slowly withdrew her finger from
Debbie's aroused cunt and proceeded to drag her aunt towards her bedroom by
twisting and hauling her earlobe.
"Ouch, Mistress that really hurts," Debbie muttered as she tried to keep her
balance while being pulled by the much larger woman.
"Auntie slut, you really need to improve your listening skills. You were told
to clean up, not to get dressed until I wanted. I'll give you a chance to
redeem yourself. I want you to put on your new sexy black open-toed pumps with
the 5-inch stiletto heels. You will also need to reapply your slut makeup. I
want my slut to have very red lips and very dark eyes," Stephanie instructed.
"Brett should be home with the kids any minute. You will be given the night off
at Platinum Blondes tonight," Stephanie informed Debbie.
Debbie stopped worrying about the clothes that Stephanie wanted her to wear in
front of her family when she heard that she wouldn't have to dance tonight. She
started to feel a little better about things until she heard what Stephanie said
next.
"Tonight, you will stay home with Brett and the kids. Unless Amber or I tell
you, you are not to change clothes. Remember that we have this place covered
with hidden cameras. If you fail to obey me I will make sure that my whip finds
you tomorrow and that the videotape finds it's way to everyone important in your
life. I am warning you one time, don't fuck with me!" Stephanie said with a
menacing tone.
Debbie felt butterflies in her stomach as she remembered the sting of
Stephanie's whip. She resigned herself to follow her nieces instructions as she
now knows that they mean business.
"Amber and I will be going to a party tonight. While we are gone, you are to
serve as Brett's personal cock tease. You will make sure that he walks around
with a constant hard-on all evening. But you will NOT touch his cock in any
way, or else he will see the tape tonight. Do I make myself clear?" Stephanie
asked the confused housewife.
"Yes Mistress Stephanie, you want me to tease Brett, but I cannot touch him,"
Debbie answered as she looked at the floor in a mixture of despair and
bemusement.
"Yes, and remember, we will be watching your every move. We've decided that if
you are a good girl all evening and you keep Brett's cock hard for us that when
we get home we will give you 30 minutes alone with him. You must do something
every half-hour to tease him. Use your imagination and impress us. If you do
then you will be free to make love to your husband any way you want tonight."
Stephanie said as she walked out the bedroom door.
Debbie was relieved that the girls would be going out tonight. This would allow
her some much needed time to rethink her predicament. But she was even more
relieved to know that she would be able to make love to her husband. "I miss
Brett and I really need him right now," Debbie thought as she started to get
dressed.
When she looked at the clothes on the bed she was shocked to see only a pink
tank top and a very short black mini-skirt and nothing else. "How am I going to
explain this to Brett," Debbie wondered to herself as she stared at the skimpy
clothing.
She slipped the pink cotton tank top on over her head. When she tried to pull
the top down over her tits she discovered that it must be at least two sizes to
small as the copious flesh of her large breasts oozed in and tried to escape
from the stretched to bursting point tank top. She could clearly see her
nipples and areolas through the thin material. "We'll, at least it doesn't say
'Just Do Me' across the front," she thought to herself.
Next Debbie pulled the tiny skirt up her legs until it settled on her tiny
waist. The skirt only came down to just two inches below the bottom of her ass
cheeks. Instinctively she tried to pull the hem down but to her dismay her legs
were revealed all the way up to her ass cheeks. For the first time she truly
understood why her friends always called mini-skirts as short as this
'Don't-Bend-Overs'. If she did, she would not only reveal her ass cheeks, but a
lot more of her would be on show.
After slipping on her ridiculously high heels, Debbie headed back to the
bathroom to apply her makeup as her mistress instructed.
She felt so silly trying to keep her balance as she walked in the unfamiliar
heels. "This must be what walking in stilts feels like," she commented to
herself as she made her way carefully in the uncomfortable shoes.
************************************************************************
As Brett walked in the front door with the kids he saw the girls bounding
upstairs, "Hey, girls. How was your day?"
"Oh, Uncle Brett, we had a great time. Debbie took us to the mall," Amber
replied.
"Yeah, we had a great time trying on new clothes. We even convinced your wife
to get a new outfit. You should check her out she looks pretty hot," Stephanie
said smirking.
"Were are you guys off to in such a hurry?" Brett inquired.
Amber winked at him before replying, "We were invited to a party tonight and our
ride will be here shortly so we have to go make ourselves beautiful."
"That won't take anytime at all then," Brett said as he tried to flirt with
these two young teenage vixens.
"Oh, Uncle Brett, you are such a tease," Stephanie said as she blew him a kiss
as the girls headed upstairs.
************************************************************************
As Brett entered the kitchen he dropped his briefcase when he saw his wife. His
normally conservative wife was bent over the stove with her little ass sticking
up in the air barely covered by the shortest dress he had every seen her wear.
Her curvaceous legs were accentuated by a pair of extremely high heels that
thrust her nearly naked ass up for inspection. He felt his cock immediately
begin to grow at this delicious site.
"Wow, you look fantastic," Brett managed to spit out as he attempted to adjust
the growing erection in his pants.
"Thanks, do you like? The girls and I went to the mall today and they picked
this little outfit out for me," Debbie replied as she straightened herself up
and thrust her beautiful jutting breasts out as she arched her back trying to
start Brett's motor just incase the girls were watching.
"Jesus Christ, you look hot tonight! Do you think the chef needs any help?"
Brett asked as he slipped his hands up his wife's hips until they came to rest
just below her magnificent tits.
Debbie was perplexed at the situation she found herself in. She wanted her
husband's attention, but knew that things couldn't progress too quickly or she
wouldn't be able to fend him off.
"Why don't you go change into something more comfortable while I finish getting
dinner ready?" Debbie said through clenched teeth. She was really enjoying the
sensation of having Brett's hands caressing her body. She could feel that now
familiar moisture forming on her engorged cunt lips. After all she had been
through, she was so sexually frustrated that it would be very hard for her to
resist Brett tonight, but she must.
"If you insist. Just tell me one thing, when is dessert?" Brett laughed.
Debbie thought for a moment before playfully replying, "Oh, if you behave
yourself tonight you will get something for dessert that you will never forget.
Let's get the kids off to bed early sweetheart."
Brett couldn't believe the change in his wife. Maybe things would be better
now. She looked so hot and he was so incredibly horny. Tonight was sure to be
a night to remember.
************************************************************************
"Uncle Brett, can you come upstairs and help us for a second?" Amber yelled down
the stairs as Brett was heading back to the bedroom to change clothes.
Brett couldn't imagine what his wife's nieces needed him for, but he was eager
to find out as he ran up the stairs as fast as he could. He could feel his hard
cock flopping back and forth as he rapidly climbed up the stairs.
Stephanie and Amber were in the upstairs bathroom getting ready for their big
party. Stephanie was in front of the mirror doing her makeup while Amber turned
towards Brett who was standing at the bathroom entrance doorway.
"Uncle Brett," Amber cooed in her best little girl voice, "Can you let me know
what you think of my dress?"
"Do you think it is too short?" Amber asked as she turned around and thrust her
upturned ass out as far as she could manage. The stretch fabric was just barely
able to contain her twin globes from poking right out a him.
Brett looked closely at her ass and could see the outline of a thong separating
her delicious ass cheeks. "No, I, uh, uh, think it looks great," he said weakly
as he put his hands in his pockets trying to hide his erection from the girls.
Stephanie then turned to him and playfully added, "Brett do you think this
outfit will get the boy's attention tonight?"
Brett looked at Stephanie's tits as they strained to break free from the tight
halter-top that encased them. He looked closely and could tell that Stephanie
wasn't wearing a bra, as her hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric. He
also wondered if she had any panties on when she turned herself around and stuck
her tight little ass out in her extremely short leather skirt. "Wow, you look,
I mean, uh, you both will surely turn heads tonight. If only I were a
few...uh," Brett stopped himself short as he realized he was talking to his
wife's nieces.
Beep! Beep! Beep! "That must be our ride," Stephanie announced as a car horn
blew outside.
"Oh Uncle Brett, thanks so much, you are the best. Can we call you to pick us
up when the party ends?" Amber asked as she brushed up against him while passing
him in the narrow hallway. She was very careful to rub her tight ass against
his crotch as she passed.
"It should be over sometime around 10 or so," Stephanie informed Brett as she
also passed him in the narrow hallway.
Brett couldn't believe that his gorgeous 5'10 niece was pressing her giant tits
into his chest as she brushed past him. He could feel her hard nipples through
her sheer halter and couldn't help wondering what it would be like to suck on
them. "I would be glad to pick you up. Have a good time. Just give me a call
when you're ready."
"You're the best, see you around 10," the two girls yelled as they headed out of
the house.
************************************************************************
All night Brett watched in fascination as his loving wife paraded herself around
the house like a cat in heat. He tried to think the situation through logically
and the only explanation he could come up with was that Debbie must be craving
the attention that she felt he was giving to her nieces. Maybe she was acting
this way because they hadn't been getting along well recently. Well, no matter
the reason why, he was glad to see her parading around like his own personal
slut. "She must really be frustrated," Brett thought to himself.
Debbie prepared dinner for the family occasionally coming over to tease Brett.
Once she slipped up behind him and licked the back of his neck up to his
earlobe. Another time she asked Brett if she could change the TV channel for
him. She made sure the kids weren't in the room and then proceeded to turn the
TV channel by bending at the waist. Brett could clearly see Debbie's luscious
ass cheeks and her wet little cunt as her skirt rode up her buttocks. He
couldn't believe his innocent little wife wasn't wearing any panties. But what
amazed him even more was that he thought she had shaven herself...down
there...which she had never done before.
After dinner was over Brett approached Debbie as she was doing the dishes.
"Sweetness, you look so hot tonight," Brett whispered into Debbie's ear as he
reached around her midsection and cupped her heaving breasts.
"Thanks darling, I thought you deserved a treat tonight," Debbie said in her
huskiest voice as she arched her back and sucked in a giant breath of air that
pushed her tits up and out to further enhance Brett's grip as he struggled to
reach around her twin globes.
Brett started to grind his cock into his wife's ass as he continued to squeeze
her fantastic tits through the paper-thin tank top. "No, I think you are the one
who deserves a treat. Can you feel the surprise I have for you?" Brett asked
playfully.
Debbie knew from her husband's tone and the rigidity of the cock grinding
against her ass that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer before throwing
her to the floor and taking her. She looked at her watch and realized that it
was almost 10 O'clock. "Sweetheart, why don't you give me...," Debbie said as
the phone started to ring.
Seizing the opportunity, Debbie broke the embrace and ran for the phone.
"Hello, this is Debbie."
"Auntie slut, we need Uncle Brett to come pick us up at the party. Is he there?"
Stephanie asked.
"Yes, he is, I will tell him that you are waiting," Debbie said nervously.
Stephanie then added, "Don't worry Auntie slut, we will take good care of him
and remember that for the 30 minute period starting from the time we get home
you and your husband can be together, but for no longer."
Debbie felt a ray of hope as she envisioned being held by Brett as they kissed
and made love.
"Is his cock hard, slut?" Stephanie barked.
"Yes, it has been hard all night, Mistress," Debbie replied with a little pride
in her voice.
"Good girl, remember that if you fuck with us tonight, out go the tapes, and out
goes your marriage and perfect little family. Send Brett on his way," Stephanie
snapped.
"Yes Mistress Stephanie," Debbie answered as she hung up the phone and went back
into the kitchen to let Brett know that the girls were ready to be picked up
from the party.
************************************************************************
As Brett pulled his car up to the front of the house were the party was he could
clearly hear the sound of thumping bass through the night.
He approached the front door, which was open and found a room full of drunk
teenagers partying and having fun. Brett normally didn't feel like he was in
his mid-thirties, but within 30 seconds of walking in that house he suddenly
felt his age.
Just as he was about to give up on finding the girls, he heard Amber yelling
across the room, "Uncle Brett, Uncle Brett, please come in here."
As he made his way across the living room into what looked like the master
bedroom he began to get a little nervous. "Uncle Brett, this is Rachel, she is
a friend of ours." Stephanie said as she introduced a very tall brunette to
Brett.
"Glad to meet you Rachel," Brett stammered as he took a glass that Amber had
placed in his hand.
"Amber, I can't drink this, I have to drive all of us home," Brett said.
Amber put her arms around Brett and stroked his chest with her right hand,
"Uncle Brett, please, please, please, we just want to stay for a few more
minutes and one drink wouldn't effect a man like you," Amber cooed as she tried
to appeal to his pride.
Stephanie then moved to his right side and gently started to run her hand up his
pant legs stopping just short of his crotch. "We couldn't decide what kind of
liquor was in this drink, but a man of the world like you would be able to
determine it for sure," the 5'10 Stephanie added as she pushed her ample
cleavage to within inches of Brett's awestruck face.
"I guess, we could stay for a few minutes," Brett responded with his eyes locked
on Stephanie's chest. Despite his best efforts, he found himself aroused by
these beautiful women.
Amber then slid her left hand down Brett's back until it rested on his ass and
began to gently caress it through his slacks. She then took Brett's arm that
held his drink in it and started to raise it to his lips. "You have to settle
our argument for us regarding the makeup of this drink before we can go," Amber
insisted as she batted her piercing blue eyes at her uncle.
"I guess I can help you," Brett said as he lifted the glass to his lips.
As he continued to down the drink in his hands, Brett couldn't quite make out
the funny taste. His mind kept drifting from the hand touching his ass to the
hand that was now stroking his crotch through his pants.
He looked at Stephanie and Amber who were smiling at him. He could tell they
were saying something, but couldn't make out what. He was starting to feel a
funny tingling sensation taking over his body and then suddenly he felt nothing.
************************************************************************
Brett awoke and immediately he taken aback by a slimy liquid that was all over
his face. As he tried to wipe it off he noticed that the big screen TV in the
master bedroom was playing what appeared to be a porno movie.
He looked a little closer at the scene evolving on the screen before noticing in
horror that he was watching himself.
He was sitting in a chair as a brunette in a slinky red dress was bouncing up
and down on his cock. He watched as the camera closed in on his cock as it
disappeared and reappeared and disappeared and reappeared.
Next he heard the brunette implore him, "Beg some more honey, I just love it
when you beg for it."
"Fuck me, please fuck...me, I need it so bad. You are so fucking tight, just
please keep fucking me," Brett heard himself begging as the brunette continued
to slide up and down on his inflamed cock.
The camera angle now changed to show the face of the brunette. Brett recognized
her as his nieces' friend Rachel. The only sense that he could make of this
situation was that he had gotten drunk and hit on their friend.
"God, what would Debbie say if she should find out?" He thought as the video
kept playing.
"Oh, you are fucking me so good. Do you want me to cum for you as you cum for
me?" Rachel asked through baited breath.
"Yes, please cum for me. I am about to go any second....OH GOD, YES!" Brett
screamed through clenched teeth.
Just as the ecstasy of cumming for the first time in nearly a week was
overcoming Brett, Rachel lifted herself off of him and pulled up her dress.
Then suddenly everything changed. It was already bad enough that Brett wanted
the ground to open up and swallow him as he watched in absolute horror as Rachel
pulled six inches of rampant cock out from under her dress and proceeded to
spurt cum all over his face. Rachel then started to laugh hysterically while
she climbed off the drugged man.
There wasn't a hole big enough for Brett to climb into in his shame and
embarrassment. He had just watched a video of himself fucking a transvestite.
Worse of all he realized that the slimy liquid all over his face was another
man's cum.
He ran for the bathroom and shoved his head under the nearest facet. While
scrubbing the sickening liquid off his face he felt a hand pressing on his
shoulder from behind.
"Uncle Brett, we need to talk," Stephanie announced.
Brett pulled himself upright before responding, "What happened?"
"What happened was you got drunk and cheated on our loving aunt!" Stephanie
snapped.
"How could you? Aunt Debbie is the most loyal and loving woman in the world.
How could you cheat on her like that?" Amber joined in.
Brett looked down at the ground and couldn't find the courage to look the girls
in the eye. "I don't know how, or what happened."
"Looks to me like you just threw away your marriage and your family in exchange
for a lay with a transvestite," Stephanie countered.
"Oh, please, please, please," Brett desperately begged, "don't tell Debbie about
any of this. I didn't mean for this to happen. I would never hurt her
intentionally. You have to believe me."
Stephanie and Amber gave each other a knowing glance as they saw their helpless
prey dangling in their trap.
"And what would your friends and neighbors think if this tape were to make it's
way around," wondered Amber?
"Never mind them, do you think Uncle Brett would be able to keep his job if this
tape were to be distributed around his workplace," Stephanie added with a sneer?
"Oh no, that can't happen. I would be ruined. I didn't know what I was doing.
You must help me," Brett beseeched his two nieces.
"Uncle Brett, what you have done to sweet Aunt Debbie is awful beyond words,"
Stephanie scolded the older man.
Amber then added, "But we could be persuaded to keep that tape hidden from the
world, if you were willing to do some things for us."
"Please, please, I will do anything you want. Anything at all. Just please
don't show that tape to anyone," Brett pleaded. While begging for his nieces
mercy he couldn't help thinking of the utter humiliation that would destroy his
life if this ever got out to his family, friends, or co-workers.
"If you expect us to keep this secret from our aunt, who we love dearly, you
will have to submit to us for the duration of our visit," Stephanie offered.
"Exactly what do you mean by submit," Brett asked?
"You will do everything that we order without pause or hesitation, or this tape
will be distributed to everyone you know. We might even post it on the Internet
so everyone will know how much Uncle Brett loves cock," Amber said in a menacing
tone that took Brett by surprise.
"So are you our little slave boy, or do we need to have a talk with Aunt Debbie
tonight," Stephanie inquired?
Brett paused for a moment trying to think of some other way out of this
situation before finally replying, "I guess we have a deal." What could he do
he told himself as his mind still churned with the memory of seeing the
transvestite spurt thick white sperm all over his face.
"Great slave boy, know take us home," Stephanie ordered as she slapped Brett
across the ass. Utterly confused at the terrible turn of events, he hardly said
a word as he walked ahead of the two girls.
As they exited the house Amber and Stephanie winked at each other. "Stephanie,
we are going to have a lot of fun with this little stud puppy."
***********************************************************************
As Brett's car approached his neighborhood Stephanie ordered him to pull the car
over one street short of their house.
"What do you want me to pull over for," Brett asked? "And what's all this stuff
about calling me a 'slave'," Brett had regained a little of his composure.
"WHOOSH, WHACK!" Stephanie struck Brett across the cheek with the backside of
her hand. "Don't ever question one of my orders again, slave boy! That is
unless you want your sweet little wife and kids to find out how much you love
cock, you transvestite loving fucking freak!"
"Now, pull your pants down and get that little prick of yours out for us,"
Stephanie ordered.
Brett was stunned in all sense of the word and not wanting to be slapped again
pulled his pants and underwear down around his knees.
With snake like speed Stephanie reached forward and grabbed his cock and balls
in her hand. "Do you want to keep these?" She spat twisting them painfully.
Brett nodded frantically, at the same time shouting 'YES', as he grimaced in
agony.
"Then in the future, when I give you an order you'll obey instantly. IS THAT
CLEAR?" Another agonizing twist emphasized her words bringing a repeat of the
earlier response from Brett.
"Good now start to stroke it. I want you to make that puny little thing nice
and hard for us," Stephanie teased.
For a moment he hesitated but besides remembering he had little choice, he was
becoming increasingly fearful of both Stephanie and Amber. He took his cock in
his hand and tried to stroke it to life. He felt extremely embarrassed being
forced to masturbate in front of his much younger nieces. This humiliation
combined with the fact that he had already had an orgasm tonight impeded his
progress and as much as he tried he was unable to achieve an erection.
"What's the matter Uncle Brett, can't you get it up," Amber teased from the back
seat.
"No, it's just that once I go it takes a few hours before I can get it up
again," Brett responded, his face flushing with a mixture of humiliation and
exertion.
Stephanie and Amber gave each other a knowing glance, "I will be nice to you
this time and give you some help. I want you to beat that meat like your life
depends on it. If you fail to cum within the next five minutes we will have a
little movie party when we get home," Stephanie warned Brett.
Brett started stroking his cock for all he was worth, but with all the unnatural
images dancing through his head he still couldn't get excited. Then he turned
towards Stephanie and saw something that started his cock to stir.
Stephanie was so beautiful. She wasn't overly pretty or feminine, but she had a
raw, earthy, and exotic look that most men found irresistibly sexy. Her hair
was long, dark, thick and a little wavy. Deep brown eyes, full pouting lips,
and high cheekbones adorned her softly chiseled face.
As soon as their eyes broke contact, Brett quickly glanced down at her breasts.
She had pulled her tight halter-top down far enough for him to see her ample
cleavage as he continued to stroke his now growing cock.
He then let his eyes travel down to her long, defined, slender legs. She was
not wearing any hose, but her legs were smooth enough to allow her short skirt
to slowly inch up her thighs whenever she shifted her body for comfort. Another
inch or two, and he might be able to see her panties, if she wore any.
Brett's cock noticeably responded to the visual delight seated across from him.
Stephanie shifted her weight again, and uncrossed her legs. Brett caught a
glimpse of a dark patch between her legs, but didn't have enough time to tell if
it was dark pubic hair or black panties. His cock swelled to its' full capacity
as his hand continued to pump away in wild abandon. He fantasized about burying
his face between her thighs and eating his young niece's pussy while she draped
those curvaceous legs around his head.
"Do you like what you see, Uncle Brett?" Stephanie teased.
"Uh, what do you mean?" he gasped as he continued to manipulate his swollen
cock.
Looking him straight in the eye Stephanie stated directly, "I mean, did you
enjoy sneaking your little glances at my breasts and up my skirt?"
"W-well, yes I did. You are a very beautiful woman," he gasped as he felt his
penis become even harder and more sensitive.
"Go ahead and take a good look Brett. Take a good look! When's the last time
you wanted someone as much as you want me right now?" she continued, shifting
herself so that her mini-skirt climbed still another inch up her thighs.
"It's been a very, very long time," he admitted unable to tear his eyes away
from the gorgeous woman so very close to him. Brett felt his cock twitch and
his balls tighten up as his orgasm was only moments away.
"Okay then! Go ahead and cum for my amusement, my little slave boy. Stroke
your cock and show me how far you can shoot your cum," she beckoned.
Brett didn't need any encouragement. He was already on the verge of going over
the edge. Stephanie pulled her skirt up around her waist and turned around
bending over. She placed her ass just inches from Brett's face.
"Take a good look at my ass, slave boy. That's what you'll be worshipping from
now on. I want you to take a long slow whiff, but don't you DARE touch!" she
instructed. She then arched her back and backed up until she forced his nose
between her asscheeks.
Brett indeed took a slow, deep whiff. It was enough to put him over the top.
He let out a deep groan, and put his free hand up against the dashboard for
support. He shot his first jet of cum high on her back. He continued beating
his meat, pumping out one jet of cum after another. They each landed on
Stephanie's delicious ass checks until he finally ran dry. His earth
shattering orgasm still continued for several more dry shots afterwards.
Finally, he slumped forward in his seat, completely spent. He hadn't cum that
hard in years.
"Well, you didn't break a rule because I didn't tell you not to cum on me, but I
am very angry and there will be consequences, from now on you cum on your self
or the floor unless I tell you otherwise. Got it? Now lick me clean slave
boy!" Stephanie ordered.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Brett blurted out before thinking.
"Strike two. It looks like someone is going to see a very interesting video
this evening. Now get over here and take care of the mess you made. I don't
want a spot of cum on me when you are done."
Brett looked at Stephanie and then at Amber hoping desperately that she would
intervene, as soon as he saw the identical look in Amber's face he felt himself
crumple before the two sisters.
Crawling up to Stephanie, Brett began to lick her back, trying his best to avoid
the places where his cum was. Then he felt Amber's hand smack his ass.
"She said to get that stuff off of her. Slave boy, by the time we're done with
you you'll beg us to eat your own cum. NOW lick," Amber demanded.
Brett then began to lick her clean in earnest. Licking over her back and down
to her ass. Stephanie began to moan softly. She had closed her eyes and was
rolling her head slowly side to side as she enjoyed the sensation of her uncle's
tongue licking her ass.
"Amber, am I all clean?" Stephanie asked.
"Yes, I think our little slave boy enjoyed licking his nasty cum off you
Stephanie," Amber teased, enjoying the crestfallen look on Brett's face.
"Now get dressed and take us home. Just so you know, we have installed hidden
cameras throughout your house so everything you say and do will be monitored.
Don't test us or else we will have to let everyone know just how much Uncle
Brett likes to fuck guys and have cum smeared all over his face," Stephanie
threatened.
"Your sweet little wife will be wanting sex from you tonight. You will have 30
minutes from the time we get home to satisfy her. Once 30 minutes is up Amber
will come downstairs and knock on the door asking for Debbie. After you hear
that knock you are not to touch, or allow Debbie to touch your cock. It belongs
to us now. Do I make myself clear, slave boy?" Stephanie bellowed.
"Yes," Brett replied as his shoulders slumped in defeat. After the orgasm he
just had there was no way he could possibly satisfy his wife. How would he
explain that to her?"
************************************************************************
The car containing Brett and his two tormentors navigated its way along the
driveway towards the now traumatized man's home. Amber looked through the car
window before turning to her sister. "One light on," she whispered to Stephanie
who nodded silently as the car drew to a halt.
"Okay slave boy. Out you get and go to bed. I bet your wife is wondering where
you've been," said Stephanie as she climbed out of the car, behind her was a
visibly nervous Brett and her sister, Amber. The party entered the house with
Brett heading towards his bedroom with Amber pushing and prodding him on through
the bedroom door. Before following him in, Amber turned and silently nodded a
signal to Stephanie as she closed the door behind them. In turn, Stephanie
turned and headed towards her bedroom upstairs.
************************************************************************
As Stephanie walked through her bedroom door she was pleased to see her aunt
waiting for her naked on the bed in the one lighted room in the house as
instructed by her phone call earlier in the evening. "Good auntie slut! Your
mistress is very pleased to see that you have followed my orders. Now since
you've been so good we are going to get you ready for your 30 minutes with uncle
Brett. Are you ready for a good stiff cock?"
Debbie felt a sudden sense of pride that confused her. She couldn't believe
that she was actually proud that she had pleased her mistress, but she couldn't
deny it. She so wanted to be with her gentle loving husband. All she could do
was meekly nod her head up and down hoping to stay in her mistress' favor.
"Well, let's get you ready then," Stephanie said as she took her uneasy aunt by
the hand and led her to the bathroom to get dressed. "Now remember, you have 30
minutes to do anything you want with Uncle Brett, but when your time is up you
had better stop what you are doing and get to sleep. Do I make myself clear,
missy?"
"Yes Mistress Stephanie, I understand," Debbie answered trying not to anger the
younger woman.
************************************************************************
Meanwhile downstairs Amber further demeaned her uncle. "If you have trouble
getting it up for sweet aunt Debbie just remember what it felt like to stick
your little prick up that transvestites' tight ass. That should get your sick
little motor running." Amber said while she continued her verbal assault,
"After all, you really seemed to get off on it earlier tonight."
Brett was absolutely distraught. He was so ashamed and humiliated. Here he was
a grown man being dressed down by his young niece and he couldn't find the inner
strength to fight back. He had let down the person who loved him the most in
the world and to make matters worse he would now have to submit to his cruel
nieces in order to protect himself and his family.
"Stephanie went upstairs to let Aunt Debbie know that we are home. She should
be down in just a few minutes. See you tomorrow, slave boy." Amber teased as
she headed out of the bedroom.
************************************************************************
As Brett laid on his bed lost in his gloomy thoughts, Debbie emerged into the
bedroom carrying a glass and dressed for sex. Stephanie told Debbie that the
drink would help prepare Brett for their evening alone.
She had on a dusky negligee that came just to her thighs. It was so thin as to
barely conceal what lay under it: skimpy black lace panties and a bra to match.
Below the negligee where black stockings held up by a lacy garter belt.
Finishing off the ensemble was a pair of black leather shoes with five inch
heels.
All this apparel showed off her enticing figure - curvaceous shapely legs, a
delightfully shaped torso, large breasts standing proudly on her chest, nipples
erect in the cool house.
"Like the outfit?" Debbie said, studying her husband's expression. She noticed
that he wasn't himself. "He must be taken aback by my extremely seductive
appearance," she told herself.
However, horror was still the uppermost feeling in his mind. How could he have
thrown away everything that was truly important to him? Feelings of guilt and
betrayal continued to rule his mind despite his best efforts to concentrate on
his alluring, sexy wife.
"You look absolutely breathtaking," Brett finally replies as Debbie approached
their bed and offered the glass to Brett.
Debbie climbed up on the bed and snuggled up to Brett and offered him a drink as
instructed by her mistress. While wary of what happened earlier, he tentatively
sipped from the glass being held to his lips by his sexy wife, as she starts to
run her free hand over his crotch.
He couldn't believe that despite having a beautiful woman dressed erotically
while wriggling on his lap, he still couldn't get an erection.
As Debbie pulled his slacks down that contained the object of her desires, she
was surprised to find it lifeless. "Looks like I will have to work a little
harder to get him sexually aroused tonight and God how I need him to be
aroused." Debbie thought to herself as she smiled at her husband.
"Sorry, sweetness, it's not you I have just had a hell of a week at work," Brett
said while feeling what little confidence he still had slipping away.
Not to be deterred she started to stroke his face while gazing hotly into his
eyes. "Look at me," she said. Brett obeyed, staring deep into her hazel eyes.
"I am about to give you the fucking of a lifetime," she said, in a soft
seductive voice. "Relax, enjoy. Resisting me is futile. Just do as I ask you
and enjoy the ride. Everything is going to be fine."
She came closer, till her breasts pressed up against his shirt.
"Relax," she repeated. "Just do your part and enjoy what I'm going to do for
you."
Brett felt himself start to relax. He allowed his head to gently rest against
his pillow as his sexy wife continued her efforts.
"Don't move a muscle," she whispered, her face still ten inches from his face.
He felt her hands at his slacks again. The slacks dropped to the floor, and his
underwear soon followed. All the while he continued to gaze into the deep dark
eye-pools of his enticing wife, wondering what he had ever done to deserve her.
She then stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it off his arms and
landing on the floor. Then she knelt and pulled off his shoes throwing them to
the floor as well, leaving Brett completely naked on the bed.
Debbie climbed across his hips and started to kiss her husband passionately.
"Yes, this is what I really need," she told herself as she started to feel
comfortable for the first time in days.
The sense of his wife's nubile body pressing against his cock with only a thin
negligee in between started to have a powerful effect on Brett. As he felt
himself start to relax even more he also started to feel that familiar twinge in
his crotch.
"Now, I have you where I need you," she said. "Lie right there till this is
over. Let me do all the work," Debbie cooed in the deepest sexiest voice she
could muster.
"Look at my breasts," she requested. "Gaze at them," she said. "See their
shapely curve through the lace? Admire my cleavage plunging down into the black
lace of my bra. Would you like me to take off the bra?"
"Yes," Brett replied while feasting on his wife's beauty.
Laughing, she said, "I somehow knew you would."
She first slipped off the negligee, stretching her arms up languorously over her
head as she did so - taking her time. Her firm breasts stood out from her body.
Brett felt the first stirring in his cock as he watched her remove her bra and
cup each breast with her hands while tweaking her already hard nipples. Debbie
continued to stare down at Brett as she did so.
"I'm having an effect," she chuckled. She reached out and very gently caressed
his cock as he gazed up at her chest. "Don't you want to suck on my tits?"
Brett felt himself start to grow - slowly, but it was definitely growing.
However, he couldn't help but notice his heart rate slipping and started to feel
a little dizzy and disoriented.
Debbie then stood up, towering over her prone husband. "Look at my legs," she
said.
"Gaze up and down them." Brett did as he was told. She slowly rotated around,
posing for him in a variety of fetching ways as he was allowed to look up at her
slender and shapely legs. Teasingly, she removed the garter belts and the
stockings. Brett couldn't believe how beautiful his wife was and how much he
wanted to make love to her. But for some reason he found his mind drifting and
his eyes fought to stay open and focused.
"Man, look at how sexy she looks in her panties and heels standing over me,"
Brett thought to himself as he watched his loving wife try to seduce him. With
the toe of one high-heeled shoe, she began to gently caress his balls. He felt
his arousal grow, but for some reason he also felt very tired.
"Keep looking at my legs," she said. Slowly, ever so slowly, she teased her
panties down her thighs, calves, over her shoes, and off. She stood over him,
gorgeous, statuesque, in only her shoes.
"Look up and down my body. Don't you like it? Admire my long, slender legs.
Take in my large titties, my erect nipples. As I turn around for you, examine
the curve of my ass. Don't you want to fuck me?" she inquired as she continued
to tease him.
Brett followed her instructions and drunk in her body in sequence. He realized
that he was shivering with desire for her, but he couldn't seem to keep his eyes
open.
"Am I not beautiful and arousing to you?" she asked as she noticed his head
slowly bobbing up and down in time with his eyelids.
She glanced down at his cock, now fully erect. "Someone wants me," she intoned
quietly. She knelt down beside him and reached for that errant member. With
one hand she gently kneaded his balls, while the other slipped gently,
sensuously, up and down his now engorged cock. Brett felt his erection begin to
go from full to straining. Seeing this Debbie smiled sweetly at him.
Brett couldn't understand what was happening to him. His wife had turned him on
beyond belief, but all he could think about was going to sleep. What both Brett
and Debbie don't know was that the glass she held to Brett's lips was another
spiked drink. This time a strong sedative was now taking it's effect on Brett.
"Oh, so you do want me, I was beginning to worry," she said while she reached
between her legs and inserted two fingers in her shaved pussy. Her fingertips
came out wet. She held them under his nose - no mistaking that smell. He
wondered when she had shaven, and why.
"Look at my face sweetheart," she said. As they looked at each other, she
sensuously licked her hands thoroughly. Her hands were themselves beautiful,
and the sight of her tongue flicking over and through them was erotic. Brett
knew what was coming too; soon she returned to her massage of his penis. The
huge increase in the sensation brought by the lubrication shot little bolts of
lightening through Brett's now straining body.
As she worked him over, she whispered to him how hot she was for him, and how
much she wanted to feel his cock inside her. All the while her skilled hands
continued to slip over his cock, finding all the sweet spots on it, while also
caressing his balls and occasionally slipping between his ass cheeks.
She continued to work on his cock, and to whisper sweet dirty nothings in his
ear, and he began to buck around in response. Brett could feel the desire
building in him, but at the same time he was slowly losing his battle to stay
awake.
After a little more petting, Debbie removed her hands and swiftly flung one leg
over Brett's crotch. Her wet pussy landed on top of his huge erection. She slid
herself up
and down the front of his penis before sliding onto it in one swift motion.
Debbie threw her head back in victory before noticing that her loving husband
had fallen asleep. She tried to wake him by shaking him and even went as far as
to slap him across his face.
She was in total shock. How could her husband fall asleep while they were
making love? Why did he have such a hard time gaining an erection? He must not
find me attractive anymore she thought to herself.
Distraught and insulted at Brett's behavior, Debbie ran out of her bedroom in
tears. "How could he do this to me?" she wondered. "Am I not good enough for
him? Is he tired of me? What is wrong with me?" she continued to beat herself
up as she ran into the family room finding Stephanie waiting for her.
"Aunt Debbie, what's wrong?" Stephanie inquired as she put her arms around the
sobbing housewife.
Embarrassed and humiliated Debbie confided in Stephanie and told her everything
that happened. Stephanie comforted Debbie and told her that since she is a fair
mistress and since her husband let her down miserably she will allow the sexual
release that she so desperately needed as she takes her hand and leads her
upstairs to her room.
Tears of frustration and anger continued to trickle down Debbie's cheek as she
was led into Stephanie's bedroom.
"Okay, Debbie, sweetheart, I want you to follow my directions and you will
forget all about Uncle Brett and his limp dick! Now get down on the floor,"
Stephanie instructed. Debbie slowly lowered herself to her knees on to the
carpeted floor and awaited further instructions.
"Here you go Debbie, my little slut" Stephanie stated as she handed the confused
and bewildered housewife a large banana she had purchased at the store earlier
in the evening.
"Lets see you use that banana as you would a real cock sweetie since your
husband is such a limp dick!" Stephanie said in a hurtful tone.
Debbie looked at her in bewilderment as all pride she had left her, "What do you
mean?" she asked. Stephanie quickly retorted "Go on, just like the slut you
are auntie Debbie, lay back and pretend that banana is a real man's cock . . .
suck it, lick it, caress it and then use it on yourself!"
Debbie's eyes showed signs of a few tears, "But Mistress Stephanie..." But
before she could
finish she was interrupted "Go on auntie Debbie . . . or else!" Stephanie
barked.
She slowly laid her back down onto the carpeted floor and moved the large yellow
banana up to her lips. Closing her eyes in humiliation she slowly began sucking
the banana just as she would if it were Brett's cock.
As she began giving simulated oral sex to the banana, Stephanie started giving
her instructions as to what she wanted to see.
"Okay auntie slut . . . reach down and play with your pussy as you suck it!"
With hesitation and a moan Debbie did as demanded. Lying with her eyes shut she
began to lose control of what was left of her dignity. Which was exactly what
Stephanie wanted.
"I want to see you take it all in your mouth honey, I want to see your lips
completely around that yellow cock!" She added with a chuckle. Debbie tilted her
head back and moaning with both hands on the surrogate cock worked it farther
and farther down her throat and was able to comply to his bizarre demand . . .
as the whole banana's diameter was somehow slipped between her immensely
stretched lips only two to three inches remained.
"Insert a couple of fingers into that pussy auntie slut . . . get it wet for the
banana," Stephanie added before continuing, "Yeah that's it, all the way in
...doesn't it feel good Debbie?" she continued as she watched the older woman do
as she wished. Debbie was now oblivious to her rude comments and was in a world
of her own sexual bliss, although it did seem she nodded an agreement to her
statement as she continued her choreographed movements. Debbie had her two hands
between her legs rubbing herself furiously
with a banana shoved in her mouth.
"Now auntie slut . . .I want you to move the banana down to that hot little
pussy" she instructed next "You know you want to feel it inside of you. Just
like a real man's cock would feel!" Stephanie watched intently as the normally
shy housewife obediently pulled the banana from her mouth and moved the large
oblong object downward until it rested between her outstretched legs. After
rubbing it around the outside of her vagina several times, the yellow skin of
the banana was already coated with her juices . . . it was shortly thereafter
that she began gingerly inserting the cock like item inward.
"Ohhhh .... Oh my God!" She moaned as it began its entrance into her. With
both hands on the banana, Debbie began a slow but continual in and out movement
. . . inching a
little more of the banana in with each thrust. Stephanie then kneeled down next
to her slave and began squeezing her 36D tits to help further arouse her
playmate.
"Ohhh yessss!" Debbie cried out as Stephanie roughly squeezed her mounds of
flesh, periodically pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "You
naughty little slut, you really enjoy all this attention! Don't you auntie
slut?" Stephanie said . . . sounding more as a statement than a posing a
question.
Convinced that it was time to take her slave to the next level of her kinky
escapades, Stephanie walked over to a grocery bag sitting on the bed and pulled
out a cucumber. "Okay auntie Debbie my sweet little slut, I want to see you
deep throat this cucumber as you continue fucking yourself with the banana!"
The poor housewife was now completely under Stephanie's control; between the
incrementing videotape, her impotent husband, and her dominating techniques
Debbie was a helpless victim as she continued her crude sex show as she searched
for the release that had eluded her all day. She continued to work the banana
with her one hand on her pussy while using the other to move the cucumber in and
out of her mouth.
It was about this point that Debbie noticed the flash of light. She twisted
around best as she could, to her surprise there was Amber peeking through the
closet door. She had the camcorder pointed towards where Debbie was laying on
the floor. However, she so needed to orgasm that she shut her eyes closed and
continued to pound her hungry pussy with the giant banana while Amber continued
to film the action within the room. At this point the two sisters started
laughing.
Debbie was incapable of stopping and could only look directly at the camera and
then roll her eyes into the back of her head as her moans increased in length as
a powerful orgasm began.
Stephanie continued with her harassment of her aunt, "Now tell me truthfully
auntie Debbie, do you like performing for the camera?"
Completely lost in her lust every trace of respectability gone with a little
coaxing Debbie responded "Yes . . . Yes, I love it!" Amber continued to record
the lurid scone on her camcorder.
"Yes I thought so slut!" Stephanie gleefully continued, "You enjoy performing,
you enjoy doing these humiliating little stunts for us . . . you enjoy being
degraded being a slut, don't you auntie Debbie?"
"Yes! Yes! I love pleasing you and Mistress Amber . . . I'll do anything you
want. I......I'm your slut!" Debbie cried out as she obviously succumbed to a
powerful orgasm with the banana. Stephanie was virtually wetting her chops with
anticipation of what she might do next with the submissive housewife.
The orgasm that Debbie experiences is so intense after the long day of teasing
and torment that it causes her to faint.
Meanwhile, Brett continued to snore away in the downstairs bedroom as his wife
laid on the floor with a large banana still embedded in her stretched pussy.
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.
