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Road to Hell Ch 4 (Rewrite)
🕑 Added 2020-09-17 17:00:03 +0000 UTC This chapter is the first major rewrite of the series. I wanted another scene with Debbie and this seemed like a good place to put it. That's one of the common themes you'll see with these rewrites. One thing I learned from Carly's WMAF Story was that I need to force myself to slow down so that the audience can enjoy the new characters. So you'll see a little more time spent with each girl as they're added. Fleshing them out a little bit and letting me play with their kinks a bit more.
Note: I'm also renaming Daphne (Debbie's bitchy roommate) and Diane (Jay's co-worker) to give them names that don't start with D (an astute reader pointed out that having multiple D names was just silly and confusing). So Daphne gets a very quick cameo here and is now Maeve. Diane won't show up until a little bit later and will be Aella. Hopefully that helps with confusion.
After the poker night orgy, another week went by and I was now watching the calendar closely. I really wanted to know how Debbie was being affected by the subliminals. About mid week I got my answer. Apparently Debbie's subliminal clock was a little faster than Kay's. Assuming she watched it the first night, it appeared to be about 17 days. Kay and I weren't expecting much that night. She was wandering around the house in a garter belt and stockings, teasing me as usual when there was a knock at the door. Not knowing who it was, I told her I'd get it and she went upstairs. I opened the door to see Debbie standing there holding the DVD we'd made. She looked a bit flush but, at the time, I was still thinking of 3 weeks as the magic number so I didn't really give it much thought. "Is Kay here?" she asked. I nodded and invited her in. She was wearing a pretty sexy, v-neck shirt with some tight jean shorts. It wasn't particularly revealing but that made it even sexier for me. Debbie has very big tits and pale skin and her hair is long and dark with waves in it. Since she's only 5'6 she's a nice little package. She'd always been pretty subdued (repressed some might say) and I'm not even sure if she realizes how sexy she is.
"Go ahead and sit down. She'll be down in a minute," I told her. "What's the video?"
"Kay didn't tell you?" she asked.
"Tell me what?" I said, playing dumb and enjoying making her squirm.
"It was something Kay gave me that she wanted my opinion on," she looked a bit embarrassed and I couldn't resist pressing a little further.
"Oh yeah? Wonder why she didn't show it to me. What is it?"
"I really shouldn't say. It sort of concerns you... "
"Well now my curiosity is piqued. Give it to me." I told her. I was now starting to realize that maybe the messages had worked. Debbie refused to make eye contact and sort of mumbled something.
Before I could say anything, Kay came down the stairs. She had put on a bathrobe but hadn't taken the stockings off. It was obvious she was wearing a garter belt if you looked closely, and I'm certain both Debbie and I looked closely. Her cleavage was covered but tantalizingly available as well. "Go ahead and show him, Debbie." Debbie handed me the DVD while still staring at Kay. I was certain that the messages had worked now. "What did you think of the video?" Kay asked the still stunned Debbie.
Debbie gamely rose from her stupor and said, "I was really impressed."
"Did you watch it a lot... you know... to give me pointers?" I could see the gleam in Kay’s eyes as she teased Debbie.
"I really don't think you need any pointers." My wife actually blushed a little bit. I thought there was nothing that could make her blush anymore but obviously I was wrong. By now I had the video playing and Kay had squeezed herself onto the couch between Debbie and I. Her hand was stroking my chest and her fingers were resting on her thigh under the robe. On screen, I watched as she danced the dance I'd seen before. I could hear Debbie's breath get shallower and shallower. "I love this part," she almost whispered at the part where Kay was reaching into her panties.
"I've been practicing a lot actually. I was waiting for you to give me some tips before I showed Jay, though. I'm glad you thought I was good." Kay said and overtly rested her hand on Debbie's knee then stroked halfway up her inner thigh. Debbie shuddered noticeably.
"Show me now," I abruptly told Kay.
"I'll leave you guys alone," Debbie said with obvious reluctance.
"No... you should get a chance to see the live show... I want your second opinion," Kay said as she stood up. She started dancing and twirling. If Debbie hadn't noticed the garter belt before she surely noticed it now as the robe flared up when Kay spun. I'm not sure who Kay was dancing more for. She kept making eye contact with me but her motions were generally in front of Debbie. Either way, all three of us were getting very, very aroused.
"She's really gorgeous, isn't she Debbie," I asked and Debbie merely nodded. She was practically drooling now as my wife’s assets were completely revealed. "I've got to be the luckiest guy in the world to be able to fuck that every night." Kay and Debbie both moaned an agreement. "Hey wait a minute. I recognize that outfit. That was from the morning after we shot that first video wasn’t it?" My wife's reaction was priceless. She was already fingering herself and the flood of arousal from knowing what was about to occur set her off. She came and collapsed back in the chair, spasming. "Why don't you put the other video in? I'm sure Debbie wants to see what happens after you tease me."
Kay crawled to the DVD player, showing her ass and dripping cunt as she did. She quickly put the other video in and came back to the couch. As she sat down, the video started. Kay's ass was on full display and I was giving her the spanking of a lifetime. When Kay begged to call Debbie on film, Debbie looked over at us, "I thought that conversation was odd."
"You should have seen her earlier that night," I said and I grabbed Kay's compliant body and pulled her on top of me. I had just unzipped my pants and her cunt easily slid around me. She was riding me with her back to me and facing Debbie, legs spread wantonly. "The little slut fucked me just like this in front of a stripper."
Debbie's silence indicated she wanted to hear more. "She even went down on the girl,"
"Uhh... noo... Kay wouldn't do that," Debbie said but her hands were already starting to stroke her skin.
"Are you kidding?" I asked incredulously as I reached up and tweaked one of Kay's nipples. "She loves pussy. After she got me off, she fucked that girl for an hour."
"But... but... that's not right,"
"I bet she'd fuck you right now if you asked,"
"She doesn't need to ask," Kay said as she disengaged from me and slunk over to her friend. Debbie's protests were now incredibly weak and Kay's kisses and touches were dissolving those as well. "I'm going to lick that snatch of yours until you wail. And Jay is going to be fucking you while I do it."
"No... no... this isn't right," Debbie said while my wife nuzzled at her ear and neck and continued her verbal assault.
"Don't worry. You can be a slut like me. We like sluts. We like girls who can't get enough cock."
"But... I'm not... gay... " she said as my wife's tits pushed at her mouth.
"Don't be coy with us. You've been wanting to grab these tits since you first saw them. How many times did you watch the video of me dancing?" Debbie didn't answer as she started to tentatively lick my wife's tits. "How many, slut?" she said more forcefully as she pulled her tits from the woman's gaping mouth and held her away by the shoulders.
"Uhhh..." Debbie said as she strained against my wife's grip. "At least 20 times... It was so awesome... I fingered myself to sleep every night with it..." she confessed and my wife rewarded her by shoving her tits back into her mouth.
"Debbie, you're the guest here, you really should get a choice. Would you like to be fucked by me while eating my wife or would you like my wife to eat you while I fuck her?"
"Master, may I suggest fucking her while we 69?"
"See. It’s good ideas like that that I married you for,"I said with a smile and Kay beamed back at me.
Debbie had given up all pretense of resistance by now. Kay led her to the floor and stripped her clothes from her. Debbie wasn't wearing any underwear and I made a point to call her out on that. She was busily enjoying her first taste of my wife and barely noticed, however. I crept up behind her and positioned my cock at her other lips. My wife's tongue flicked out and licked me and I twitched a bit as I jammed it into Debbie. Debbie's orgasm was instantaneous and intense. She moaned into my wife's crotch while I pounded her and Debbie licked her. Any semblance of a 69 quickly degenerated as she started having wave after wave of constant orgasm. It turns out Debbie is a screamer and she was practically wailing after the first couple minutes.
While they cuddled in each other’s arms, I walked over to the computer and burned a new DVD. This one was of the fuck session my wife and I had on the phone with Debbie. I added some new messages to the program.
-Being fucked by Jay and Kay is amazing-
-Infidelity is wrong-
-Adultery is a sin-
-Lesbianism is wrong-
-Kay and Jay turn you on immensely-
-Being the 'other woman' makes you a slut-
-You love to be submissive-
-You love to be humiliated-
-You need to be fucked-
-You feel guilt and shame from fucking Jay and Kay-
-You're aroused by your guilt and shame-
-Being naughty turns you on-
-You think with your mind but act with your cunt with Jay and Kay-
The thought of having my very own prude to corrupt completely got me so turned on that I went back horny as hell with only a few minutes of recovery. I was already counting down the days remaining. I gave Debbie the DVD and told her to get out so I could fuck my wife some more. Not waiting for her to get dressed, I spread my wife's legs and starting thrusting into her. She rushed to get her clothes on and blushed as she watched us before slinking out, "We'll be in touch, slut!" I yelled after her as she went down stairs. "Did you have a good evening, my slave?" I asked as I continued to thrust in and out of my wife while holding her legs apart.
"Uhh... yes, sir," she said as she mauled her own tits.
"You're going to get a makeover tomorrow, slut," I said and I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. Then, leaning forward and, bending her almost in half, I brought my mouth to her ear.
"After your littler performance at the bachelor party, I think you’re ready to start dressing and acting like a proper slut… I want your hair bleached blonde... I want your cunt shaved… I want you to get a slutty tramp stamp… Maybe a silhouette of a naked woman?" As I gave each of these orders to her I was slamming into her simultaneously. By the last one she had lost it. She was wailing uncontrollably as orgasm after orgasm wracked her beautiful body. I pulled out and blasted her with my cum. That's not something I usually do but a feeling of wickedness was running through me. While she lay there, splattered with my cum, I grabbed the camera and took a couple quick pictures.
"I guess I’m going to be busy. I better get my beauty sleep," she said and rolled over in bed. I was taken aback by her eagerness but I've never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She didn't even bother cleaning up as she slipped into a deep slumber.
The next day, we invited Debbie to dinner with us. I told Kay to not even mention the night before. To act as if nothing had happened. We rolled into Debbie’s apartment complex and saw her standing there. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tight, plaid button down shirt that hugged her large, firm tits. Again, much more risque than what I typically saw her wearing. It was a very pleasant change. She was having a conversation with a slightly taller blonde girl who shot me daggers as we pulled up. Debbie hopped in the backseat of the car and waved to the girl she’d been talking to.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“My roommate Maeve,” she said. Something about the way she said it seemed to tell me she didn’t want to talk about it. I thought about pressing it but I had plans for tonight and didn’t want anything to ruin them.
“Well… I hope everything’s alright,” I said noncommittally. Debbie just shrugged and I let it drop. We had taken Kay’s car instead of my truck. It was a small little hybrid that I’d insisted on getting to balance out the horrifically inefficient truck we’d bought. Maybe it was just assuaging my guilt but I always felt better driving it. Today, however, there was an ulterior motive. The car was VERY tiny. Even a short person in the back seat generally found themselves leaning up between the two front seats to be comfortable. On the rare occasions when we put four people in the car, the rear passengers were generally miserable. Debbie, who’d ridden with us dozens of times before, knew the drill and soon as she buckled herself, she leaned forward, putting her head about a foot behind mine to my right and about the same distance to Kay.
“Where are we going?” Debbie asked. You could hear the hint of nervousness in her voice. She was trying to sound casual but wasn’t completely succeeding.
“Dinner and a movie,” I asked. Debbie seemed relieved at the normalcy of the suggestion.
“That would be nice,” she said. I drove us to Debbie’s favorite restaurant. “Spoon and Hearth” was a weird little mix of dive and gourmet dining that she’d found years before. Anytime the suggestion of a dinner with our group came up, it was always her first suggestion. Getting out of the car, I hopped out and ran around the car to let the two lovely ladies out. I held out my arm and each lady took the proffered hand as I helped them out of the car. Kay gave me a little kiss on the cheek and Debbie flushed in embarrassment as she recognized the gesture she’d just accepted. We walked into the restaurant with my arm around the waist of each woman. Debbie tried to pull away gently but I looped my thumb into the top of her jeans and pulled her close. Her only response was to bit her lip and glance at me, unsure of what her new role was going to be.
I’d called ahead with a reservation and they seated us quickly at the table I requested. The most secluded one in the restaurant in the back behind a large potted plant. The waiter came, dramatically unfurling the crisp sheet of brown wrapping paper that was the restaurants trademark table cloth. He set the table before handing us the customary permanent marker that came along with the meal.
It was a weird contrivance for a restaurant but people really got a kick out of it. Every diner got a permanent marker with their meal of a different color. Customers could draw and doodle however they wanted and they got to keep the table cloth (food stains and all) as a memento of their meal. Debbie had kept the one from our inaugural meal here and had it framed. I told you, she was a sucker for romance and nostalgia.
Once the waiter handed us our menus, Debbie and I both started looking while Kay simply nuzzled against my neck, kissing and licking my ear.
“What are you getting?” I asked Debbie. Debbie was very much a foodie and this kind of place appealed to all of her personal peccadillos.
“I don’t know…,” she said quietly, “I want to try the Lobster Rossejat but…”
“But what?” I asked.
“It’s too expensive,” she said.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, “It’s our treat. We’re celebrating.”
“Oh… thanks… what are you guys celebrating?” Debbie asked, “It’s not your anniversary is it?”
Kay smiled and leaned forward, “Oh you silly little slut. We’re celebrating you.”
Debbie flushed and bit her lip again. I saw her fingers twitch and could tell that simply being called ‘slut’ had turned her on. “Me… because of… uhmm… you know…”
Kay nodded enthusiastically, “Because you finally became our little fucktoy like we’d been planning.”
“Uhhmm… I don’t know what to say to that,” she said. Her eyes were wide as she looked between Kay and I.
“You could tell us whether you enjoyed it,” I said. Debbie’s eyes snapped back and forth wildly between Kay and I. As if she was afraid to answer truthfully for fear of what an angry wife might say. Nevermind that Kay had been willingly enthusiastic in her seduction.
“I guess,” she said quietly.
“Are you afraid to admit how much you liked it,” I said, pressing on.
She looked at me and then nodded slowly.
“Was it the hottest thing you’ve ever done?” again, another nod. “Are you wet right now… slut?”
This time her eyes rolled and she squirmed in her seat before breathing out a very heavy, “Yessss.”
I smiled and took her menu away from her unresisting hands just as the waiter approached. Handing him the menu, I smiled and said simply, “I’ll have the Creamy Pesto Shrimp and she’ll have the Lobster Rossejat.”
“Very good and for the other lady?”
“Just a water. She has to leave in a moment, she’s just staying to wish my date and I good luck tonight.”
The man’s eyes snapped between the three of us before flicking down to where Kay’s hand caressed mine with her wedding ring obvious and prominent. To his credit, the moment lasted just a second before he made a quick note on his pad and said, “Very good, Sir.”
“Jay, I’m not sure… I mean… Why’s Kay leaving?”
“She’s not,” I said, smiling and giving Kay a little nod.
“What do you… oh!” Debbie said, interrupted as Kay pulled up the paper dangling over the edge and slid down under the table. My zipper sounded clearly as she lowered it and engulfed my cock in her warp, willing mouth. I leaned my head back and smiled, enjoying the sensation as she sucked me slowly and carefully under the table. “You guys are really… uhmm… going crazy lately.”
I took a deep breath, trying to focus as I looked Debbie straight in the eye, “Why, because we had a threesome with you or because Kay’s blowing me under the table?”
Debbie stammered, searching for words before finally managing, “All of it, I guess.”
“Kay is finally cutting loose and letting go of her inhibitions and I’m loving it,” I said.
“I can see that,” Debbie responded with a surprising little smile. Maybe she was slowly getting used to things.
I couldn’t let that happen, “What can I say. I like cheap, slutty women like you and Kay.”
“Jay?!” Debbie protested, but the resurgent pink of her cheeks told me what she really felt.
“It’s true, isn’t it. I mean, you let me fuck you the other night didn’t you? Pretty slutty, right?”
“No… I mean… maybe.. I guess,” she said.
“You even ate my wife’s pussy, didn’t you? That was hot by the way. She said you licked it really well, you know.”
“She did? I mean… that was… I don’t… Look… I wanted to clear the air… that won’t happen agaIN!” she squeaked the last because Kay had just reached up and rubbed her cunt through her jeans. “Kay,” she said with a warning hiss that sounded particularly reluctant. “Stop.”
Kay removed her hand and went back to focusing on my cock. Rather than look relieved, Debbie instead looked disappointed. I grabbed her hand and held it, staring into her eyes. “It’s okay, Debbie. We’ve always known you were a dumb little piece of fuck meat. Go with it. Enjoy it. Be a useful cum dump instead of a frigid prude.”
She shuddered at my words, moaning as I insulted her right to her face. I felt Kay’s own moan of arousal at the words as she imagined what her friend’s face might look like. Kay obviously didn’t know about the subliminals but she knew how her friend had reacted the night prior.
Debbie was frozen, unable to respond. Fortunately she was bailed out by the waiter showing up. It wasn’t easy with Kay expertly sucking my cock but I managed to thank the waiter and start eating. I kept teasing Debbie during dinner while Kay kept teasing me. The sexual energy was through the roof. By the time we finished, I was nearly ready to pop but that wasn’t the plan. At least not yet.
Kay emerged back from under the table, wiping her mouth daintily and reapplying her lipstick before taking a long sip of water. Debbie just watched her. “Don’t stare. That’ll be you soon, slut,” Kay said with a wink.
Debbie looked down and blushed, “I don’t think so,” she said softly.
“Oh… I think you do, Debbie. I think you absolutely do. I think you haven’t thought about anything else in the last 24 hours, have you?”
Debbie couldn’t answer, knowing she was caught. Kay laughed and took her hand, “Don’t worry sweetie. It’s not surprising. He is a really good fuck.”
Again the waiter bailed out Debbie and brought the check. He gave a quick double take at Kay’s reappearance as he tried to puzzle out how she could have gotten past him to return to the table. You could almost hear the ‘ding’ of the light bulb in his head go off and a little smile formed across his mouth. As he departed, I picked up one of the markers and twirled it in my fingers, staring Debbie in the eyes. She looked trapped, scared… and excited. “Unbutton your shirt,” I said simply.
“What?” she said, her fingers tapping nervously on the table.
“Do what he tells you, slut,” Kay said. She couldn’t say no to Kay. I’d made sure of that. Debbie’s hands moved to her shirt slowly, reaching for the button with shaky fingers. She unbuttoned the first one, allowing her the swell of her breasts to be revealed before looking up at me through lidded eyes.
“Another,” I said dispassionately. The barest hint of a smile crossed her lips and she reached undid the next button, more confidently and quickly this time.
Kay stage whispered to me, “She really is a slut, isn’t she.”
I simply nodded, “One more… slut.”
Debbie unbuttoned the third button. The shirt was now unbuttoned down to just below her bra, revealing the black lacy fabric supporting her big tits. “Very good,” I said then uncapped the pen and handed it to Kay. “Label your friend, babe.”
The gleam in Kay’s eye was downright wicked. She licked her lips as she took the pen, leaning forward to very carefully and slowly write S-L-U-T across Debbie’s left breast. Debbie just sat there, eyes closed and breathing heavily as the pen etched across her pale skin. When Kay finished, I took the marker from her and said, “That is good. But I’m not sure it properly conveys what the little slut is. Let me try.”
I reached out with my left hand and grabbed Debbie’s breast, thumbing her hard nipple through her shirt and sheer bra. Her whole body shivered and I said, “Hold still, bitch.” Again, the words sent a shiver down her spine but she took a breath and collected herself before giving a little nod. She was nothing if not obedient. A born submissive and I couldn’t wait until the second set of commands took over. I started writing on Debbie’s other tit, thankful for the relatively small point on the marker we’d been given. When I was finished, the words, “Bimbo Cum Dump” were emblazoned prominently across her boob. “Much better, don’t you think, honey?”
Kay smiled at me, “Very much.”
“W… what do they say?” she asked.
“Take a picture and look if you’re curious,” I told her. She nervously took her phone out and held it up, snapping a picture quickly before looking at the result. Her eyes went wide and she let out a quiet little moan. The waiter started to walk back towards us. Debbie had her back to him and couldn’t see. I decided to see how far I could press things and said, “Unbutton another one and leave it. Our waiter deserves a big tip.”
Again, Debbie’s eyes widened and flicked over to Kay who simply nodded her agreement. Debbie undid another button, leaving her entire chest, bra, and, most importantly, the degrading words on full display. The waiter approached to take the check and paused at Debbie’s lewd display. He glanced over at his manager who was standing about twenty feet away talking to another table. “I’m glad you made good use of the markers,” he said with a wry smile. Debbie lost it. It was too much for her. She let out a long moan and then a full body shiver as her orgasm careened over her. Her tits shook as the wave of pleasure hit her. She managed to stay quiet, avoiding a Harry Met Sally kind of scene though I resolved to revisit that possibility in the future as the mere thought of it made my already hard, unspent cock surge in my pants.
“Thank you. We had a lovely time,” I said smugly. “Now button up, slut. You don’t want to get us in trouble, do you.”
“No,” she said, eyes down as the post orgasm humiliation kicked in. We finished up, paid the check and made our way out.
Our waiter gave a very meaningful, “Come back anytime,” comment on the way out the door and I thought Debbie was going to have another humiliation induced orgasm but she managed to hold it together until we got in the car.
I drove us quickly down the block to the movie theatre nearby. I’d picked “Red Sparrow” specifically because it was supposed to be kind of sexy and very, very bad. Perfect for what I had planned. I paid for the tickets, ushering both girls into the theatre this time with my hands each on one of their plump ass cheeks. Kay’s was noticeably tighter and firmer while Debbie’s was more cushioned and pillowy. The theatre was almost entirely empty. One couple was in the second to last row, already making out. Two guys were down in the front row, probably eager to perv on Jennifer Lawrence for the entire movie. I ushered my two dates up the stairs to the last row on the opposite side of the makeout couple. It would be rude to crimp their style. I showed Debbie to the corner while I took a seat beside her with Kay on my right.
I put both of my hands on the girls’ thighs and, as the lights descended, I rubbed up to their crotches, pressing my hand firmly into them. Kay, who was wearing a dress with no underwear, simply parted her legs, allowing me even easier access to her wet cunt. Debbie, on the other hand appeared frozen. I rubbed the side of my hand against her cunt. At first, she simply breathed a bit heavier. But after a minute or so, her hips started twitching and then undulating where she was seated. I whispered into her ear, “You like this, don’t you?”
“MMmmm,” was all she managed.
“Say it,” I said more forcefully.
“Please… this is wrong,” she whispered as her hips humped at my hand. I reached into her stretchy pants and she lifted her ass to help. There was no more resistance from her. Just the token words that served to secretly turn her on.
“I think you like this,” I said. I pulled my hand from Kay’s sopping cunt and reached over to Debbie’s face. My fingers lingered under her nose. She had to be able to smell my wife’s arousal on my hand. I heard Kay pout slightly behind us before I felt her fingers unzip my pants and fish my cock out. “I think you like making a married man cheat on his wife, don’t you?”
“N...n… No… you… you guys made… made me,” she stammered as she shook her head slightly from side to side. Her eyes were wild.
“No, Debbie. You’ve been making Kay and I want you for quite some time. These nice big tits,” I said as I grabbed one of them. She gasped at the rough touch. My fingers started to unbutton her shirt. “I don’t know why you hide this body, slut. It was built for fucking, you know. It’s your purpose.”
“Please… I’m… I want to be good.”
“No, slut. That’s not what your body wants. Your body was built to tempt men and women and bring pleasure. What are you?” I whispered incessantly. Kay’s lips were working on my cock and it was driving me wild.
“I’m a good girl,” she managed as her hips bucked wildly under my fingers.
“No, you’re not,” I said and grabbed her head, twisting it to face me. Her eyes flicked down, seeing Kay’s dirty blonde hair bobbing up and down on my cock. She flicked back up to mine and locked eyes with me. I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting her lips. She was tentative at first but as my tongue grazed across her lips and, probably more importantly, my fingers scraped her clit, she released a luscious moan into my mouth and our tongues intertwined, dancing together. When we broke the kiss, I whispered again, “What are you?”
“A slut,” she hissed, sounding almost happy about it.
“No… that’s your name… slut,” I said with a smile. Her body shook as the idea of being named simply ‘slut’ nearly made her cum. “What ARE you?”
Her hand went up to her right tit. She remembered the words written there. “A bimbo… cum dump,” she whispered as she felt the admission leave her mouth for the first time. As she said it, I rubbed across her clit three times quickly and she came. She couldn’t control it this time, she moaned loudly in the nearly empty theatre. Fortunately for her, there was a loud gunfight at the moment so her moans were mostly muffled. I kissed her again, feeling her moan into my mouth with all reservations and control lost.
We kept teasing each other during the movie until finally, about halfway through the movie, I caught a glimpse of Jennifer Lawrence in one of her seduction scenes. She was humping away at some guy on a couch and between the moaning of Debbie because of my fingers and my wife doing her best to suck my cock like a pro, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I came, shooting hard into Kay’s mouth.
She came up, after taking all of me and then made a gesture to switch seats. I scooted over and she crawled on top of me before forcefully grabbing Debbie’s hair and kissing her. They shared my cum, lit only by the movie screen light in one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life (up to that point, mind you). I pushed my spent cock back into my pants and watched as the two hot women made out and fingered each other. Debbie came seven or eight more times as my wife’s fingers, words and lips assaulted her. By the time the movie was over, Debbie looked a mess. It was obvious to anyone who saw us what had been happening… at least broadly. I’m sure the specifics were speculated on by the staff but I doubt they guessed correctly. We drove Debbie home to drop her off. “Did you enjoy your night of sluttiness?” I asked as we pulled into her complex.
She looked at me in the rearview mirror before shyly answering, “Yes.”
“And what are you now?”
She squirmed before slowly saying, “Your bimbo cum dump.”
“Good girl,” I said. She smiled at me with a tight, happy smile. She was a mixed up torrent of emotions and I was sure the subliminals would only amp that a little higher in a couple weeks. I couldn’t wait.
On the way home, Kay asked, “Did YOU enjoy tonight?”
“Oh yeah,” I said.
“Don’t get used to it. It’s one thing to fuck around with Debbie. We know her. I know she’s not going to try to steal you. But I’d like to keep it just the two… or three… of us,” she said with a smile.
“Of course, babe,” I lied. Those were definitely NOT my intentions.
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Reso
Man, I was reading this and suddenly I realized what you did. "Jay and Kay"
