I was pretty embarrassed to take my clothes off in front of all these teenaged girls. But I couldn’t let Mary Ellen tell my husband — let alone the Police — what I’d done at work. I had to do whatever she commanded. Whatever.
This is the third night this week that my husband has brought me along to one of his fuck-buddy’s apartments. The third night this week that I’m cleaning someone else’s kitchen and bathroom while she’s fucking my husband on the floor of the living room.
I want to watch. Damn, I want to watch. But there’ll be hell to pay if the place isn’t clean by the time they’re done.
"Hi Celeste, I’m your RA, Brooke. I was hoping to welcome you to the dorm."
"I really had no idea your Mom was so good in bed, Tiffany. I wish we’d done this a year ago."
Yesterday my wife, Jessicia, hired Carlos and Diego to be staff at the Wendy’s she manages. Tonight, I’ve just watched Carlos “fuck Jess’s hot and juicy.” Diego is hard and ready to go next. “But not until your sissy faggot husband cleans you up,” he said.
Maybe if I wasn’t wearing a dress I would have something to complain about. But I am. So, I kneel on the bed and lean toward Jess’s cum-filled pussy.
Mistress Lataesha brought me to her friend Amarika’s apartment. The latter woman hadn’t been served by a white slave before. Her experience was that of a lot of African women, to be looked down upon and be discriminated against by most whites. So she was amazed and delighted so see me acting so deferential to her and especially to Mistress Lataesha.
"Will she really, you know, eat my vajayjay?" Amarika asked, incredulous.
"All day long, if you want. Won’t you Patty?"
"Yes, ma’am. I exist only to serve Goddesses like yourself."
"Oh, this I’ve got to see," Amarika said while unzipping her jeans and hurriedly stepping out of them.
"Yes, Brad, your ass looks scrumptious in that skirt. I know your friends are going to think so too. Mark? Larry? Xander? They’re all going to be so turned on. And Carlos? I always figured he was an ass man. Do you think they’ll be surprised that you’re hosting the poker game but won’t be playing? Do you think they’ll mind if I play instead? You’ll be serving, of course. And if any of them want a little tongue action from the maid, don’t worry, I won’t be jealous baby. I expect I’ll get a little tongue action myself."
"You know, I loved your the way you were wearing your hair at the prom tonight. All I could think of was running my fingers through it, just like this."
"I can get that Purchase Order approved for you, Madeleine. But nothing comes for free. Do you want it that bad?"
"Right here?" I asked, disbelieving.
"Yes. Right here."
"But some one could see me."
"Then you’d better be fast. But I want to see a puddle."
"Yes, Ma’am," I said and unbuttoned my jeans.
The Duchess Withspoon called Andrea, Veronica and I to her presence in the front hall. “The three of you will go to the Library. An old friend of mine is staying with me while she goes through her divorce. I promised her a treatment to forget her troubles. I suspect she’ll be ready for you when you arrive. I don’t expect to see any of you before the dinner gong.”
"Oh! Tori! You startled me," I said with a start. I hadn’t expected to find my kids’ babysitter waiting for me on my bed after I waiting with Lucie and Ben for their bus. "Um, what are you doing here? And what are you, um wearing?"
"You thought I was joking when I said I would fuck you until you begged me to stop, didn’t you, Mrs. Black," Tori said with a wicked grin. "I never joke about things like that."
"Better get your clothes off, Mrs. Black. You don’t want me to have to rip them off you, do you?"
"Do you know whose bathroom this is?" my wife texted me before sending along the picture. "I’ll give you a hint: he’s two inches taller than you and he always beats you at basketball."
That could be any number of guys.
"Oh," the next text read, "and his cock is big and black." It still could be Jarred or Marshawn.
"If you guess right, I’ll save you the creampie, you lucky dog."
(Thanks to Andy and Anne for another great submission.)
Usually the women my husband brings home are much younger than I am. Not Bethany, though. She’s my husband’s High School sweetheart, the first girl who ever went all the way with him. We met her tonight at his 30th reunion — she was there without her husband — and Roger invited her home with us. “I’m not into 3-ways,” Bethany had told him.
"It’s not a 3-way. The wife will be there to watch and to assist, but she doesn’t get to have sex. And you can cuck that asshole husband of yours who wouldn’t come to your reunion with you."
"Seems like a win-win," she said, looking me over appraisingly. I stood mute as always. "She’ll only watch?"
"I like her to rub my balls while I’m having sex with other women," Roger replied.
"This, I’ve got to see…"