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Road to Hell Ch. 3 (Rewrite)
🕑 Added 2020-09-16 17:00:06 +0000 UTCHere we see the first major revisions. This chapter gets substantially lengthened and then split in half. One of the things that always bothered me was the way the poker / bachelor party played out. There's limited dialogue and the whole thing reads like someone TELLING a story instead of SHOWING a story. I wanted to flesh out that entire encounter more. Explore the setup a little bit better and give some insight into Jay and Kay and what they were thinking. It's not a "brand new" scene but it's close. Hope you enjoy.
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The next day, I woke to find my beautiful wife rewatching the video of the night before. "When do I have to show it to her?" she asked. She said “have to” but it really sounded more like “Get to” in her tone. She didn’t seem to be dreading it. She was looking forward to it.
"Not for awhile. We've got to seduce her. Make her hungry for you. The seduction is part of the fun," I said as I stroked her nipples. "Go put on something sexy. Something you can strip out of for me. You're going to do a little dance."
She pranced off into the closet while I grabbed the tripod and set up the camera and the music. Several years ago, she had done a little strip tease for me to the song “Buttons” from the Pussycat Dolls so I queued it up and set the speakers to play on a loop. When she came out, I almost fell out of my seat. She was wearing a jacket with a silk nightie underneath. The skirt was very tight and knee length but with a zipper up the front that she had unzipped to well above mid-thigh. She was wearing high heels and a necklace that dangled suggestively down her cleavage.
"We're going to make a video of you dancing a 'practice dance' for me. You're going to give it to Debbie so she can 'critique' you. If she's uncomfortable, tell her that it's something I've always wanted you to do and you want it to be perfect for our anniversary. That girl's a sucker for romance and she'll eat it up." I was watching Kay for reaction and she showed nothing but arousal. Her mouth was slightly agape and she was practically panting at the thought. Clearly, stripping for Debbie was almost as big a turn on for her as stripping for me. The lust in her eyes was unmistakable.
I started up the music and then hit record on the camera. She began dancing, tentatively and awkwardly at first but relaxing and improving as she went. The girl could move her body in ways that made my cock twitch and this was no different. She let her hands run across her body and even before the jacket came off I was thinking about pounding her. She took the jacket off and then started flashing her tits. Little peeks at first, then pulling the thin fabric to the side and caressing the firm, soft mounds. Her nipples were rigid, practically begging for attention.
After teasing the camera a bit, she turned around and unzipped her skirt. With her back to the camera, she bent slightly forward and shook her ass. I marveled at the firmness of her butt and the expertise of her impromptu twerking. Suddenly, she flipped the skirt away revealing a pair of panties I'd never seen. They were lace panties, but in place of the crotch piece was a string of pearls. Her pussy was clearly visible and clearly wet. Most erotically was that there were still visible hand prints from her spanking last night. She shook her ass at the camera again before turning around to stroke her tits and reach one hand between her legs. Finally, she took her negligee off and walked to the camera, hips swaying seductively. She hit the off button then turned to me. She smiled and bit her lip, staring at me for a moment before kneeling down in front of me. She looked up at me with big, wide eyes. Eyes filled with lust and love, "We'll get her in bed soon, Master." Before I could even form a response, her lips were around my dick and I wasn't thinking of her friend anymore.
After we finished, I went downstairs and burned the movie to a DVD. I sat and thought for a moment. Imagining all the twisted ways I could have fun with Debbie. Then I tweaked my program with some new messages and compiled it to autorun.
-Kay is beautiful-
-Jay is sexy-
-You like watching Kay dance-
-You love this video-
-You want to see the live show-
-People think it's wrong to be a lesbian-
-Society disapproves of lesbians-
-You are turned on by Kay-
-You can't say no to Kay-
-Kay's body makes you horny-
-You like to be out of control-
-You are aroused by submission-
-You are aroused by being humiliated-
-You need to be degraded-
-Adultery is wrong-
-You orgasm easily-
-You can come just from being turned on-
-Kay and Jay must look great when they fuck-
-Kay is probably fantastic in bed-
I wanted her to be wound up and torn by her indecision. I know that’s messed up but something about it really turned me on. I figured it would make an excellent cork to pop in celebration. There were still reservations about the efficacy and stealth of all this. The fear of getting caught was lurking in the back of my mind. Debbie, however, was notoriously not tech savvy so if there was someone to try it out on, this was definitely the person. I gave the disk to Kay once it finished and told her, "Give this to Debbie like we discussed. Make sure she knows you want some feedback. Tell her to watch it as many times as she needs to to give you good, solid feedback." She didn’t even question what I said, simply nodded and gave me a kiss, walking out without even changing her clothes. It occurred to me that it was a lot sluttier than I had seen her wear out before but I was starting to get used to it.
That week went by slowly, probably because I was counting the days. Debbie had called Kay the first night and told her she was uncomfortable watching the video but Kay did a great job of begging Debbie to watch it, pleading that she needed to do a great job to impress me and that she was worried I might stray if she didn’t do this for me. My wife has never, in her life, been that insecure but Debbie is just the kind of girl who would worry about that so it worked. Of course, the whole conversation took place while I was fucking Kay's ass so it didn't last very long. Hopefully, Debbie didn't notice the hum of the vibrator that was working on Kay's clit either.
Eventually, Friday night came around. A random co-worker had asked me to setup a poker game for his bachelor party he was supposed to host. He didn’t really know much about poker or what was needed and he knew I loved the game so he asked for help and told me I could join them for the game. It really wasn’t a big deal since I had a custom built poker table that we could throw in the truck. Kay helped me get it all broken down and loaded. She looked lovely in her little low-rise jeans and white tank top now soaked in sweat so that it clunk to her perky little tits. As we were strapping everything down, my phone rang and it was my co-worker.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Dude… bad news… I can’t make it.”
“What?” I asked, “Bachelor party canceled?”
“NO… don’t do that… I told the best man it was cool for them to use my place. But the servers at work are fried and I’m gonna be here all night fixing them.”
“Shit… that sucks. What do you want me to do?”
“I’ve got it covered here. Do you mind just dropping off the poker table and getting things set up for everyone? They’ll be cool if you stay too.”
“I don’t know man… I don’t know any of those guys,” I said, looking to Kay for some sympathy.
“They’re cool, trust me.”
“Alright… I’ll play it by ear. Hope everything works out at the office,” I said.
“I’m gonna spend the weekend living here to get it fixed and then I’m gonna go demand we switch to AWS next week. My overtime will be more than the cost of switching!”
I laughed and hung up after wishing him good luck.
Kay and I hopped into the truck and I explained the situation.
“Do you want to stay and play?” she asked.
I shrugged, “I guess. I haven’t played in awhile. It’ll just suck knowing nobody there is all.”
“You’ll know me,” she said sweetly.
“Sure… but nobody will know us,” I said. Then I said, “Hrmm… nobody will even know there is an ‘us’.”
Kay looked at me, confusion morphing into understanding evolving into arousal. I reached over and took her hand, slowly pulling off her wedding ring and dropping it into the console cup holder. “You’re going to have fun tonight, slut.” The ring made a loud clatter in the stony silence of the truck. She was already breathing heavy, biting her lip cutely as she nodded her understanding. I reached over, unsnapping her jeans and sliding my fingers roughly into her pants. By the time we arrived, she was humping my hand furiously, filling the car with grunts and moans that had me rock hard.
When we got to the house, I introduced everybody to my ‘friend’ Kay. All of the guys liked the look of her and were clearly leering. For her part, she was obviously aroused and her nipples were completely visible underneath the thin white of her tank top. My original thought was that she would flirt and tease the guys. She did that for awhile. Bringing drinks and bending over to give peaks of her tits and ass. After about thirty minutes of that, the guys invited her to the game though.
“Little ol’ me,” she said with mock innocence, “I don’t really know how to play.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll teach you!” one of the guys said chivalrously.
She kept flirting with them, distracting them during important decisions. That worked for about thirty minutes until one of the guys said, “She sure has won a lot of hands for a newbie.” Eyes dropped from her tits to her growing pile of chips and the guys actually buckled down. Nothing brings out the competitive fire in a guy quite like being beat by a girl. Kay’s a pretty good player though and she managed to be roughly breakeven for the next half hour until one really big pot. Then she pulled a trick she’s done a million times before but not on these guys. The pot was one of the biggest of the night and she very sweetly asked, “What’s the order of hands again?”
“Pair, two pair, three-of-a-kind, str… “
“That’s fine. I’m all in,” she interrupted as she leaned forward and shoved her chips into the middle.
With a grin, the poor idiot she was up against said “Call”, not even bothering to count his chips out. “Flush,” he said and leaned forward to scrape in the huge pile of chips.
Kay coldly laid her hand down and showed her quad 5’s. The guy’s face was priceless as he realized that she’d played him badly. She raked a $300+ pot and grinned from ear to ear. At that point, she had almost half the money at the table and some of the guys started ribbing me about a set up.
“Guy we didn’t know brings a hot girl ringer to the party… not cool new guy,” he said, only half joking.
Fortunately, I needn't have worried. Kay is nothing if not competitive and she became more and more aggressive. Too much World Series of Poker I think. She started losing money and eventually got down to almost nothing. She had about $5 left when I pushed all in. I'm not the greatest poker player but I know when my wife has a poor hand. She called hoping to get a good draw but didn't luck out and was knocked out. "I guess I'll hang out here for awhile."
"Hey, no freeloaders. Poker players only at the table."
"But I'm out of money... " she said with pleading eyes.
"I'll give you $100 for your shirt" I blurted out. I hadn't really thought about it but I think Kay had. She whipped her shirt off, letting her breasts show for the whole table.
"These tits are clearly worth $200 but I can't be choosy. Push those chips over," she said. The guys just stared and a couple whistled. This set off a new round of distractions but after some initial success, she started to fade again.
This time, the groom's best man stepped in to be the gentleman. "$200 for the pants," he said. By this time, there were several guys that were clearly trying to stay in just to see how far she'd go. As it turned out, there wasn't much farther to go. She didn't have any underwear and, after collecting her $200, she was wearing only her sandals. The game became pretty intense at this point with everyone who wasn't in the hand usually staring at my wife. Eventually, it came down to her and I on one hand. I had her covered by a pretty good bit and she pushed all in. I pushed all in and said, "I've got you covered."
"We can only bet what we brought to the table, right?"
"Yup, so you're tapped out."
"Well, if my top and pants were worth $300 then my cunt should be worth at least a grand," she said as she stared at me. I almost asked her why I would pay before I remembered our ruse about her being my friend.
"I don't have $1,000 up on you," I said, "but I've got an idea." I reached over to the other four guys still in the game and whispered a plan. They happily agreed and I looked over at Kay. "They're going to spot me the difference but we're going to share you. This black chip will represent you and your services for the rest of the night. We agree that this chip will be the first one bet by the holder if they choose to bet, including blinds. Anyone who holds the chip gets to do whatever they want with you, agreed?"
"Agreed... Is that a call?" she asked.
"Yeah, I call."
"Your little plan assumes that you'll win the hand though," she said and she smugly flipped over Aces full of Jacks. I smiled back and she looked a bit surprised.
"Yup, my plan does assume that," I said and flipped over the 4 fours that I'd been holding.
"Fuck you," she said in pseudo mock anger. I knew she was more upset about losing the money than what it entailed. Her flushed chest and heavy breathing told me she was pretty excited about the consequences.
"No, I'm in the middle of a poker game. Why don't you put that mouth to better use and get over here and blow me." Saying nothing, she walked around the table, still wearing her sandals that she'd never bothered to sell. She slid under the table and started working my cock. That started a night that we'll always remember. Kay spent most of the first part of the night under the table with a dick in her mouth. It was funny to watch the guys fold pocket aces just because they would have been forced to bet the "whore chip" as we started calling it. I'm sure the other guys noticed, but every time I referred to it that way, Kay would moan on the cock she was going down on.
That led us to start talking more and more demeaning to her. When I started talking about her as if she wasn’t even in the room, she went out of her mind with lust.
“I sure am glad I brought that dumb cunt with me. You should see the way she flaunts her slut body,” I said as I watched her slobbering on one of the guy’s cocks. “I wonder if she even realizes she’s nothing but a three holed fuck slut.” Kay moaned from under the table and moved her ass to hump against my leg gently.
Eventually, I won a big hand from the small blind so I didn't have to bet for four hands. I told Kay, "Go bend over that couch, bitch." She walked over to the couch. Her hair was already pretty disheveled and there was dried cum all over her face and tits. She bent over the couch and I unzipped my pants. "I can't believe you whored out this body for just $1,000. I figure that either you don't know your real worth or you just wanted to get stuffed. So which is it?"
"Fuck you." she said as I jammed my cock into her. She moaned in a loud, grateful moan.
"I am. And I'm doing it for a pretty small amount of money. Maybe you're just a cheap whore?"
"Oh fuck... " she moaned. I gave her ass a slap.
"See guys. Once she gets the dick in her like she wanted she doesn't even argue. Tell the guys what you are."
"A... fucking... nasty... slut... " she said as I pounded her.
"I just can't believe that you've been holding out on me this whole time. What a bitch," I said as I gave her ass an even harder slap. The other guys had given up all pretense of playing the game and were now urging me on.
"Yeah man. Fuck that bitch. She's been flaunting that shit all night."
After that, the night degenerated into a giant orgy. My wife got fucked in every hole multiple times. She had cum all over her and basically never stopped. When she finally started getting sore she went back to blowing us. Around 4 in the morning, we were all pretty spent and I took her to the truck. I told the guys I'd pick up the table tomorrow and they half jokingly offered to drop it over at her house tomorrow. I laughed and took my spent wife back home.
I woke up the next morning (well, afternoon really) and Kay was relaxing in the bath. "That was fucking incredible," she said, looking at me with twinkling eyes. In the cold, sober light of the morning, I was starting to have some regrets and even a little bit of jealousy. Yes, I'd pushed the whole thing every step of the way but I still felt bad. Her words hit a little close to home and my stomach did another lurch as I thought about how many times she’d been fucked just a few hours before. "You know what the best part was?" she asked. I didn't want to hear the answer. "The best part was that you got to see it all. I was getting off constantly thinking about you seeing me fuck." I perked up at this. "It wouldn't have been any fun at all without you but somehow you being there got me all turned on and ready to do anything." I should have realized that her normal love for me plus the near hero worship I'd put into the program would ensure that she was still bound to me. Another lesson learned, I figured.
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Accidental name swap: "Debbie" in this context should be Kay. Problem line: "Of course, the whole conversation took place while I was fucking Debbie’s ass so it didn't last very long. "
