Becoming a Slut Wife - Episode 12
21-07-25 (17:57)
Brenda - NonConsent/Reluctance
She felt odd. People were talking all around her, but
she wasn't hearing what they were saying. A waiter
came by and filled her glass again. Under the table she
felt a hand stroking her leg. Something was wrong, but
what? She closed her eyes and tried to think. There
was someone she needed to see; someone she needed
to talk to. The hand was stroking her thigh. She shook
her head to try and clear it and the room seemed to
revolve, to turn in slow motion. She tried to stand up
and fell against someone. She felt her jacket being
placed on her shoulders. She felt herself being moved
through the room and then she was in a car and
someone was stroking her body. She felt hands on her
tits; fingers working on her pussy and it felt good. A
tongue snaked its way into her mouth and she
wondered if she should return the kiss and then she
sent her tongue searching. She felt her hand being
placed on something and she looked down and saw an
erect penis and as the tongue in her mouth worked
around her tongue she felt a hand on her wrist and the
hand began to move her hand up and down. She felt
strange, almost like she had no strength to either fight
against or accept what was happening to her. The
fingers in her pussy and the tongue in her mouth were
insistent and she began to feel warmth flood her body.
She glanced down and saw her hand stroking the
penis. Why did she have her hand on a penis, and why
was she stroking it. And then she was in a house. Her
house? No, she didn't think so. A light came on and she
saw the bed. Yes! Rest, that's what I need, rest, and
then she moved to the bed and fell on it. She felt
something tugging at her hips and then she felt nothing
at all.
I couldn't quite believe my eyes when I saw her across
the room. It had been five years since I'd last seen her
and the hatred that I'd thought that I'd finally buried
surged to the surface again. I watched as she moved
across the room and there was something odd about
her movements and then I understood - she was drunk.
A germ of an idea - a light bulb going off over my head
- I turned to my companion, "Mason, how would you
like to do me a huge favor."
"Sure Mike, what do you want?"
"See that woman over there, the one in the silver
cocktail dress? She is already drunk, but I want you to
move in on her and get her even drunker. I want you
to get her so blitzed that she won't know who she is or
where' she is and then we are going to have some fun
with her."
I watched Mason as he made his way over to the
woman, the woman who five years ago had been my
wife, and I prayed, really and truly prayed that he
would be successful in what I had asked him to do. If
things worked out as well as I hoped by this time
tomorrow she would be ruined.
I remembered it almost as if it had happened
yesterday. I had come home from work to find Brenda
packing suitcases. We'd had a rather nasty argument
the night before over money, specifically our lack of it,
but I didn't think it had been that bad. I asked her what
she was doing and she said she was leaving me.
"You are nothing but a loser Mike. You have no
prospects for ever being better than you are right now;
you are boring as hell and you are not worth a shit in
bed. I see no earthly reason for staying with you."
The divorce cost me everything that I had and for a
year I walked around feeling sorry for myself and
becoming a drunk. During that year she remarried and
her new husband was one of the upwardly mobile
yuppies who was making a name for himself in
business and social circles. During that same year my
best friend George decided to do something for me that
I didn't seem to want to do for myself. He forced me to
come back to the living; made me by the force of his
will, not mine, give up drinking and go back to having a
life. I did however get the last laugh where' Brenda was
concerned. In an ironic twist of fate the woman who
left me for someone else who could give her all the
material things she wanted got to pick up the paper
and read about her ex-husband winning 17.6 million
dollars in the state lottery. To say that my life got better
would be an understatement. I had every thing that I
wanted, but I didn't have what I most needed - a way
to make Brenda pay for what she'd done.
Until now.
I watched as Mason maneuvered Brenda into the back
seat of the limo and then I climbed in front and sat
with George. On the way to the house I watched as
Mason worked her tits out of her dress and began to
work his fingers into her pussy. When he french kissed
her and then put her hand on his cock I almost pissed
my pants with excitement because it looked like my
plan was going to work. I turned to George who was
playing chauffeur that night and asked him, "Would you
like a taste of that George?"
He grinned and said, "Yes sir, I certainly would."
I smiled as I pictured the look on Brenda's husband's
face as he looked at a picture of George's coal black
body on top of his lily-white wife. When we got home
George helped Mason carry Brenda up to the bedroom.
She fell on the bed and I told them to strip her, "Leave
the six hundred dollar Manolo high heels on her, but
take everything else off."
While they were peeling Brenda I went and got my
digital camera. I love that little sucker. You could take a
picture, walk over to the computer, plug into a USB port
and in less that two minutes have a print coming off
the printer. I showed Mason how to operate the
camera and then I stripped and went over to Brenda. I
didn't want there to be any doubt about who was
behind what was being done to her. I had several
pictures taken with my cock in various orifices all the
while smiling for the camera and then it was my turn
to take the pictures. The first twenty or thirty were all
posed photos of George and Mason with their dicks in
interesting places. I made sure that they all faced away
from the camera while making equally sure that Brenda
was always looking into it. Drunk enough to be in a
semi-stupor, but not drunk enough to pass out, Brenda
was the perfect subject - eyes wide open and looking
straight into the camera. When I had all the posed
shots I wanted I said, "All right guys, get your fill."
As George buried his black pole in Brenda and started
fucking her I went into the bathroom and got the
smelling salts out of the first aid kit. Back in the
bedroom I listened to the little grunts made by Brenda
as George pounded into her cunt. I gave the smelling
salts to Mason and told him to wait until I got into
position with the camera and then to break the
smelling salts under Brenda's nose. When I gave the
signal he broke the capsule and Brenda's eye's shot
wide open, looking up at George and I took the picture.
For the rest of the night I moved around the room and
took photo after photo as Mason and George fucked
Brenda in every way possible. They both fucked her
cunt, they both shot loads down her throat, and they
both fucked her in her ass (something that she had
never allowed me to do) and the best part of it was
that after the first hour or so Brenda began to get with
it. She was half in and half out of it, but to the camera
she looked like she was having a great time. I got
some great shots of George in her ass while Mason
stuffed her cunt and then a couple more when they
switched.
I put the camera down and joined them on the bed. I
pulled Brenda's face onto my cock and began to fuck
her face. Here eyes were on my face and I could see
that through her alcoholic fog she had a vague
recollection of who I was. I smiled down at her, "Yes,
you fucking cunt, you've had this cock in your mouth
before, but tonight there is a difference. Before, you
would not let me cum in your mouth, but tonight will
be different; tonight you get to taste me for the first
time."
I gripped her head and emptied myself into her mouth
and then held her head while she choked, gulped and
swallowed. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and shot
the last gob of cum onto her face just above her nose. I
got the camera and got that picture - the cum running
down her cheek from just above the nose.
"Okay boys, it's time to get her home. Do her one more
time if you want, but then we need to get her dressed."
They did want her one more time and I got a couple of
more pictures. I got the smelling salts again and had
George stick his cock in her mouth. When Mason broke
the capsule and Brenda's eyes opened wide she was
looking straight up into George's face with her red lips
wrapped around his dark brown cock. It was a
beautiful shot and one that would cause her husband to
have a fit. I'd never met a yuppie yet who wasn't a
closet racist and the black and white photos were going
to drive him nuts. When George and Mason were done
with her I tossed Brenda her clothes.
"Run her home George. If you decide to fuck her one
more time try not to stain the seat."
Mason and George dressed her and then they led her
from the room. They did fuck her one more time and
then they put her out of the limo on the sidewalk in
front of her house, honked the horn half a dozen times
and then drove off leaving her standing there with cum
running down her legs.
On Monday I sent a FedEx package with all the photos
I'd taken to her husband at his place of business and
then, need for revenge satisfied, I promptly forgot all
about it. Three days later, as George and I were pulling
the engine out of a 41' Ford that we were trying to
restore, a BMW convertible pulled up in the driveway
and Brenda and a man got out. I'd never seen him in
person, but I recognized his picture - it was Brenda's
husband and I guessed that he wanted to talk to me. I
wiped the grease off my hands and tossed the rag
down.
"If he gets hostile George, stay out of it. I owe him that
much. He wasn't the one who fucked over me."
I walked out of the garage to meet him (I totally
ignored Brenda) and I said, "What can I do for you?"
He looked a little nervous, but then said, "Actually, it's
your man we would like to talk to."
I almost laughed at him when he said that. My
relationship with George goes way back. He was the
best friend that I'd ever had. To give some idea of our
relationship you only had to look at music. I might have
been Joe SixPack, but I loved classical music and I had
season tickets to the symphony. George hated most
classical music, but he loved the opera and I had given
him season tickets for his birthday. The only reason I
owned a limo was so I could go to the symphony in
style. The rest of the time I drove a late model pick up
truck. Anyway, when I go to the symphony George
dresses up as a chauffeur and he drives me. When
George goes to the opera I dress up and drive him. But
of course Brenda's husband didn't know this so when
he asked if he could speak to my man I said, "You
mean George?" and I pointed back to the garage, "or
Mason?"
"The black chap."
"Well, George is not my man. He is my driver, my
bodyguard, and my dishwasher when I cook, but then
again, I'm his dishwasher when he cooks, but most of
all George is my friend. Why do you need to talk to
him?"
"Well, it's rather personal."
"Don't care. He's on the clock right now and if you're
going to talk to him on my time I want to know what
it is about. Otherwise give me a number where' he can
reach you and I'll see that he gets it."
He looked undecided and then Brenda spoke up, "Oh
for Christ's sake Brian, tell him. He set the whole thing
up to begin with so you aren't going to shock him."
When Brian still didn't speak Brenda said, "Your little
scheme didn't work Mike. His biggest fantasy has
always been to see me with another man, preferably
black, and I've always refused. Now that you made it
happen anyway I don't see any sense in fighting it
anymore. He wants to know if George would be willing
to do it again with Brian watching."
I looked at Brian, "Is that right?" Brian nodded a yes. I
looked from him to Brenda and then back at him and
then I stepped aside and waved them toward the
garage. Brian headed up the drive, but Brenda stayed
behind.
"I'm sorry your scheme didn't work out Mike. Oh, he did
get mad when he got the pictures, but it was only
because he wasn't there to watch. I guess you will
have to find some other way to get your revenge."
I shrugged and said, "I got out of it what I wanted."
"What was that?"
"Just some personal satisfaction; just enough to kill the
hate and ease my mind a bit."
"Oh? And what was that?"
"Doesn't matter Brenda" and I headed up the drive to
the garage. When I got there George said, "How do you
feel about this idea Mike?" I shook my head and said,
"I'm not in this George. This is between you and them."
George gave me a big smile and said, "Oh no baby, we
are a team. If it gets done it will be by you and me."
I said to Brian, "You are going to have a hard time
selling that to your bride. As I remember it her exact
words to me were "You're not worth a shit in bed
Mike."
Brian laughed and said, "What people say when they
are mad is not necessarily the truth. More than once
before we were married she wanted to go back to you,
but you would never answer the phone to talk to her.
For which by the way I thank you. And for your
information that was before you suddenly got rich. I'll
take care of it.
Fifteen minutes later, in the same bedroom where' my
so called revenge plot took place, George and I were
busy with Brenda while Brian sat next to the bed and
watched. I was sitting on the bed and Brenda was
sucking my cock while George was fucking her from
behind. Just before Brenda swallowed my dick she
looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry I never swallowed
your cum when we were married. The other night I
found out that I like the taste so lets do it again."
I looked up at her and she grinned, "Toward the end I
wasn't as near out of it as you guys thought I was, but
that's our little secret from Brian, okay?" Don't forget to leave a Comment 
