My Wife Makes Me Her Cuckold ch 1 - Sex Stories

My Wife Makes Me Her Cuckold ch 1

... you've been up to. That his wife is a common trollop that's been fucking my husband." "No, please don't Mrs. Stephens," Carrie was crying. "Please don't do that!" "Don't do what?" Janet's voice shot back still out of sight of the camera. "Fire you or tell your husband?" Carrie looked up. She almost appeared to be looking right into the camera. Tears rolling down her cheeks, her black mascara leaving a black trail as she hung her head in shame. "We need this job. Sean's out of work and thing's aren't real good," she sobbed. "Please don't tell him. Don't tell him what I've done. I'll do anything. I'll do anything you want. I promise never, ever to do anything with Bob again. Please give me another chance," she continued to cry as she placed her face in her hands. "So," my wife's voice paused. "What would you be willing to do to keep your job... and for me to keep my silence," Janet asked back coldly. "Anything. Anything you asked," Carrie looked up. A sliver of hope now registering in her face. "Hmmm," Janet could be heard off screen, "Well, we know how big a slut you really are. I mean that much is evident. Perhaps there is something. Something for my amusement. Have you ever been with two men, two at a time?" Janet smirked. Carrie looked back. "What?" she asked in almost disbelief Janet would ask such a thing. Realizing Janet was waiting for a response she softly said, No," as she shook head. "No? I can hardly believe that," Janet feigned. "A common slut like you? You are a ...

... slut aren't you?" Carrie just looked at the camera, searching for the right answer. Did Janet actually want her to have sex with someone? Was this older woman getting her kicks from seeing her with other men? "Yes," came her meek reply. "I'm sorry, was that a yes?" Janet shot back. "Yes mam. I'm a slut," Carrie answered back, apparently looking right at Janet who was standing off camera. Sensing the right answer, she continued. "I'm a fucking slut...and I'll do anything you ask, anything you want me too," she added. "Anything? You'll do anything I want?" Janet pressed. "Anything," Carrie now said in a somewhat sultry voice. I watched Carrie's eyes as they followed Janet who must have been walking around the room. They seemed glued to her as they suddenly grew very wide as Janet's voice again filled the silence of the room. "Well then, I have a surprise for you. I think you know Ranard and Travis," Janet inquired. Ranard and Travis were two of the young roofers we employed to work on our houses. They were big strapping black men. My own eyes grew wide as I realized what my wife had in store for Carrie. "Stand up Carrie," Janet instructed as Carrie seemed absolutely frozen in place. "I'm talking to you slut. Stand the fuck up," Janet now barked as Carrie slowly stood up, her eyes still glued to the black men who stood off to the side. "Now, slowly, remove your top. Let's see those goods you've been showing off to my husband. Carrie looked back, apparently at Janet before she ...