Chained slave wife

CHAPTER SIX

On their way to the cabin, Sally asked John about Cindy and flank.

"I don't know," he said shortly.

Sally had put him through nearly an hour of titillation before they set off, asking him which of her many scanty underclothes and nighties she should take. He knew he was heading for another frustrating few days, but still he labored the hope that, out in the country, and in a strange place, she might come across and let him fuck her.

"They're friends of Sylvia's and Pat's," John said after a while. "I don't know anything about them."

"Oh," said Sally crossing her long, shapely legs and driving him crazy all over again. She gazed out of the window. The cabin was isolated all right, she thought. They had been on the gravel road for nearly an hour and were still climbing along the riverside into the hills. She had only come on this weekend because Sylvia had personally phoned and asked her. It wasn't really her style, this pastoral, return-to-nature stuff. The very thought made her furious. She stared away from John as he steered more and more carefully along the winding road.

The cabin was at least six miles from its nearest neighbor, and Sally had another burst of irritation as they pulled up. She was barely civil to Hank and Cindy as she was introduced, and she asked to be shown to her room immediately.

The rest of them seemed to take very little notice. They all took John into the main room, with the full-length windows overlooking the valley. He sat down in a soft seat and a young girl in a tiny maid's uniform came up to ask him if he wanted a drink. He nearly leaped out of the chair in shock.

"This is Monique, our maid," said Cindy. "Uh," John grunted, surveying the curvaceous figure of the young girl. The uniform barely covered a pair of small thrusting tits, and it stopped well short of her knees, and the slips under it flared it out until he had a view right up her legs almost to the top of her black, fishnet stockings. "I'll have bourbon. Rocks."

"Yes, sir," said Monique as she turned briskly away.

"She's a very good maid," said Cindy casually, leaning back on the window seat and showing John her thighs as she crossed her legs. "Did you find us easily?"

"Oh, yes," said John, and he thanked Monique for his drink.

"Ah," said Patrick, "here's the guest of honor." It was Sally, finally coming in, dressed in a long robe as if she were already ready for bed.

"Hello," she said ungraciously. "The rooms here certainly are small, aren't they?"

"Oh, not all of them," said Sylvia with a grin at Patrick.

"It's cold up here," Sally said. "Couldn't we have a fire or something."

"Certainly my dear," said Hank, rising to his feet. "A fire you shall have, not to mention the something."

The remark was lost on Sally who merely stared at him and gave a curt nod. John was not only angry but now thoroughly embarrassed. This sort of behavior on Sally's part had already lost them a great many of their friends, and now she was about to lose them more. They certainly wouldn't be asked back, even if they weren't asked to leave. He took a large drink of the whiskey and glowered at his wife, but she just looked past him and ignored everything going on around her.

Hank and Monique were making the fire.

John heard Hank say to Monique: "Oh no my dear, we need you for later, let me do this," and Monique giggled and got back to her feet and went off to the kitchen.

The remark had seemed very strange to John, and he didn't get the significance of it at all. Sally didn't even acknowledge that it had all been done for her. She just pulled her robe around her more tightly as the flames started to flare up the chimney.

Dinner would have been fun, had it not been for Sally ignoring everybody so rudely. She hardly noticed the rise in expectation in the room as the coffee was saved. She didn't drink much of hers, afraid it might keep her awake. But even the few sips she took made her drowsy and her head began to sag as she yawned and blinked her eyes.

"I really must go to bed," were her last words as she slumped forward on the table.

"What's the matter… darling?" asked John, leaping to his feet, playing the good husband to the last.

"Oh, never mind," said Sylvia, putting her arm through his and drawing him to her. "She's about to get what she's been asking for all these years." She reached up and her soft lips kissed his cheek and lingered there.

John flinched. Patrick was grinning and seeming not to mind that his wife had her hand inside another man's shirt and was running it over his chest.

Hank and Cindy were lifting Sally's inert body up from the table and Monique was there, ready to help.

"Well, look here," said Hank as he parted the robe and saw the slinky camisole top and matching panties that Sally was wearing. "Going to tease you with these later was she?" he asked John.

"Now look here," John began, but Sylvia kissed him again and ran her hands over the front of his pants. No woman had done that to him in years and the sensation almost caused his cock to leap out of his zipper. "What's going on?"

"This wife of yours has been a bitch, right?" said Hank, pulling the robe down Sally's arms.

"Well…" John said, but Sylvia was now unashamedly running her hand into his pants and holding the already throbbing prick. "Yeah, well, sometimes, you know, she…"

"Lets you think you're going to get it and then she pulls back and tells you you're a sex fiend and should be locked up," Cindy finished for him as they got the robe off Sally's body and Hank lifted her unconscious form effortlessly aver his shoulder.

John gasped as Sylvia knelt at his feet and slowly ran the zipper of his pants down, gazing at him all the time.

"In fact," said Cindy, swaying up to him as Sylvia reached in and took his cock in her hands, "she does that all the time, doesn't she?" She reached around and nuzzled his neck.

John watched as Hank and Patrick took Sally into the hall and through a door where they vanished.

"She'll wake up in less than half an hour," said Cindy, standing back slightly from John and opening the top button of her own dress.

John gaped. This was too good to be true. It couldn't be. Cindy was opening another button, and Sylvia had slipped her hot little mouth over the tip of his cock. He moaned and gasped, not daring to look down.

"We want to show Sally how to be a good wife," said Cindy, opening yet another button, showing the clasp of the quarter-cup bra she was wearing. "Monique, get down there and help Sylvia. That's a big cock he's got and it looks as if it needs a lot of sucking."

In a daze, John watched as the little maid walked over to them, smiled and sank obediently to her knees in front of him. Helplessly, he stared down as she reached up to take the shaft of his cock in her hand while Sylvia slid her hand down to caress his balls. Then the two of them kissed each other across the swollen, head of his cock and their tongues licked out over his prick. The sensations shot up into his thighs and he groaned, trying not to come. It was wrong, disgusting, to shoot into a woman's mouth.

Cindy walked slowly around until she was directly in front of him. She opened another button, pulling the dress away from her body. Now he could see that the quarter-cup bra was just the top of a tight black corset that squeezed her high tits up and thrust the nipples out at him. The corset stopped just above her navel and from there suspender belts reached down to a set of stockings.

"Oh, shit," he groaned as Monique slid his cock deep into her mouth and let her tongue run over it while Sylvia licked his balls. "Oh please," he gasped. "You'll make me come if you go on like that."

But Sylvia just ignored him, and both the women kept their soft sucking and licking going. He groaned as Cindy smiled again and opened the last button of her dress and let it slip down her arms and onto the floor. Now she showed him her scanty red-and-black panties and the red stockings he had glimpsed earlier. Her tight little panties hugged her swelling pussy mound and she ran her fingers over it, rolling her hips at him she did so.

"I think it would be a good idea if we girls sucked this gentleman off," she said. "He looks just too hot, and he'll be so much more fun when he watches us start on that wife of his." She moved in, took John's hand and ran it over her tits, making him feel her aroused nipples. "But before that, you have to promise that you'll watch us teach that little cunt how to behave. We'll make her into the best little wife a man could want. If you'll let us."

Her tongue swirled around in John's ear and he thought he would pass out.

The two girls at his feet were still playing with his cock. He was so close to coming he could feel the spunk swirling in his balls. He was being offered a weekend of delights he had only dreamed of before, and he hesitated. It was wrong. He shouldn't want them to do these things to Sally. She was his wife and he should stand by her. He sighed as Sylvia sucked his cock.

What was he waiting for? Shit, who cared what happened to Sally? She was a fucking bitch and she was going to get what she deserved.

"Okay, you got it," John heard himself say.

"Just go with Sylvia and watch what we do," whispered Cindy in his ear as Monique took his cock into her mouth. "After you've shot all over these two."

John groaned as Monique worked the muscles of her throat on his prick, setting him up for what he knew was going to be the biggest come of his life.

"As you watch," Cindy whispered in his ear, "make Sylvia suck your cock hard again. Make her do whatever you want. Do you understand that?" She ran her hands over his chest.

"Yeah," he said, though he was far from sure what he was saying.

His balls were boiling as they released his cum. At his feet, Monique held his cock in her mouth, sucking deeply on it while Sylvia licked at the cockshaft and balls. His prick was shooting cum into Monique's little mouth.

"Ohhhhh, sheeeeiiitttt!" John yelled as the first jet of jizz surged into the blonde maid's throat and she gurgled with pleasure, working his cock meat frantically with her hands. Milky cum escaped from her sucking lips.

"Let me have some," Sylvia said, and she almost forced Monique's mouth away, so that she could share as the salty jism spat out over her lips and cheeks.

She licked and sucked, fucking his still pumping cock into her own mouth while Monique licked the cum off her cheeks. Then Monique leaned in to take more cum as Sylvia eased away. They shared the last of the cumload as John leaned back, letting the waves of his come jerk at his legs and send him into an ecstasy he hadn't known since he met his cock-teasing wife. And now two women were not only sucking his cock – something Sally would have died before doing – but they were taking all his cum, running it into each other's mouth, kissing as they licked at his cock, smiling up at him as the last pouring of white jism came out. And he felt a satisfaction he hadn't know before.

"I'm afraid we need Monique for the moment," said Cindy, "but she will be available later, and Sylvia will attend to everything you want. Come along now, the bitch will be awake soon, and we wouldn't want to miss that, would we?"