Chapter 8

Note: Thanks to my beta reader!

Mrs. Madison Augustine

“Purpose for your visit?” the guard at the visitor’s desk at the Pierce County Jail asked.

“My husband and I are going to spread the good word of the Gospel to one of your lost souls,” I said. “Charles Swartzenburg. He should be expecting us.”

“Yes, I’m Reverend Augustine of the United Presbyterian Church of South Hill,” my husband, Douglas, said. He was in jeans and a polo shirt, holding his heavy NASB study bible. “Just spreading the message of our Lord and Savior.”

Zach.

I quivered, my pussy so wet and eager to serve Zach by being a whore. His father had opened my eyes to slutdom. To be a hot wife cuckolding her husband with every big dick I could enjoy. Zach had such a huge one. He inherited his father’s mighty rod.

No, his was even bigger.

Charles had a good dick, but he was nothing compared to my Lord’s mighty cock.

“Right, right, I have you on here, Mrs. Augustine,” he said. “Nothing about your husband.”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate for a married woman to visit a man alone,” I purred. “I am a faithful wife.”

“So faithful,” my husband said.

The guard grinned like he knew I wouldn’t be. I understood that every guard here was under Charles’s power. This was his castle. We marched into enemy territory. Well, semi-ally territory. Still, Charles was not to be trusted.

A door buzzed.

We stepped through it and had to go through metal detectors and have our belongings x-rayed. We dropped off keys, jewelry, and things like that. We passed through. One of the guards leered at me. I was wearing a tight-fitting dress with a plunging neckline. I had thigh-high stockings and no bra or panties on. My nipples poked hard.

“Eager to see Charles,” the guard on the other side said, staring at my nipples.

“Oh, so eager,” I said. “We have such wonderful news to share with him. Just amazing news.”

“Follow,” he said and turned. He marched us into the jail.

We were led not to a meeting room, but into the cell block. It took several winding passages and stairs to reach it. It looked like this was solitary confinement based on the heavy, metal doors and just slits. One was open though. A man groaned inside along with the sloppy sounds of a blowjob.

I reached the door and found Charles naked and sitting on his bed. He had a naked blonde woman bobbing her head. He slid his fingers through her hair as he stared up at me. A huge smile spread on his lips as he enjoyed being blown.

“Mrs. Augustine,” he said. “When I heard you arrived, I was thrilled, but you brought your husband. How ... interesting.”

“He likes to watch over me,” I purred. “Make sure that I’m treated right.”

“You mean, fucked like the whore-wife you are?”

I hesitated. “You shouldn’t remember that. The spell...”

“Almost dying has its perks.” He stared at me. “I remember how you were my whore, or so I thought. How you pretended to worship me. How you deceived me.”

“Then that makes it easy.” I smiled. “You know I’m a whore, and so does my husband. He likes to make sure I’m satisfied, don’t you, honey.”

“Yes, dear,” my husband said and patted my ass. “I love watching her cumming on another man’s dick. She’s so beautiful when she’s gasping like a whore in the throes of orgasm, another man’s seed pumping into her pussy.”

“Isn’t he just the best husband?” I squealed and turned around, throwing my arms around my cuckold and kissing him. I did love him the most. Even more than Zach. Douglas was the man I married, but Zach was the man I lusted for. The man I served.

I broke the kiss with my husband and turned to find Charles grinning at me. The girl kept sucking on him. She was twenty or so with “Wild Stuff” tattooed on her lower back. Her round tits jiggled as she suckled with passion.

“So, did you come for a conjugal visit?” Charles asked. He had so much of Zach in his face, I was shocked I hadn’t realized they were brothers. Maybe it was the slightly weaselly cast to his cheekbones and ears? “Or did you just want to relive being my whore?”

“I’ll be representing Zach,” I purred. “I’m his liaison to you. Here to facilitate communication. I’m very skilled at many forms of communication and types of negotiations. Missionary. Doggy. Reverse Cowgirl. Titty fucks. I can do them all.”

“Yes, you can,” he said, grinning at me.

“First, Zach wishes to know if we should get you out of here on bail for the moment until your trial, or if you want to stay I your fiefdom?”

Charles leaned back. “Stay. It has its perks. We don’t want Father to think we’re working together. Damn. That’s it, slut! Daddy loves how you suck his cock.”

Daddy? I loved it.

The girl, who was clearly a year or two older than Charles, suckled hard on her “daddy’s” cock. She moaned around him, nursing with her passion on him. He growled and threw back his head, cumming into her mouth.

He erupted again and again. He flooded her with all that he had. It sounded so hot hearing him do that. It was such a wild moment to see him erupting again and again into her mouth. He grunted, flooding her with his spunk.

“Shit, that’s good!” he growled. “That’s so good. That’s fucking amazing! Yes!”

He flooded her with passion. He pumped her mouth full of his cum. It was such a good thing to fill her up with all that spunk. I watched as she gulped it down. I shuddered, wishing I was in her place. I wanted to gulp down all that cum.

He grunted over and over again as he flooded her mouth. I wiggled my hips, my pussy juices dripping down my thighs. I breathed in my tart aroma. My boobs jiggled in my low-cut blouse. I was so wet. So horny.

“Damn,” he growled. “Look at you. You wish you were gulping down my cum.”

“I do love the taste of jizz,” I purred. “You and your brother have such tasty cum. So does your father.”

“Father?” he asked. “You and my father?”

“Who do you think took me from a faithful wife that had only been with her husband’s little dick into a size-queen whore craving every man she could find?” I asked. “He’s even the father of my daughter.”

“Shit!” groaned Charles. I knew he wanted Susannah. He lusted for her. “My own fucking sister! Yes!”

He panted, his orgasm passed. The girl kept sucking as he panted. He glanced at me again and smiled. “So Charles sent you to be my whore. Does he think to distract me with pussy? Your cunt’s amazing, but it’s not that good.”

“Of course not,” I purred. “But he does know you’ll fuck me. I’m his whore. That’s my role in his harem. To be used by his allies.”

“And to deceive his enemies?” Charles glared at me. “You tricked me last time we were fucking.”

“This time, I’m honest with you. I’m your brother’s woman through and through. I am magically bound to him. You cannot break me from him, but he’s willing to share me with you. A sign of his goodwill.”

“And if I wanted another to be my liaison?” he asked. “Like Susannah?”

“She’s his wife,” I purred. “And, besides, I am here with my husband to minister to the jail. This is an outreach program. So it’s not strange at all for us to come here often, but a sixteen-year-old girl. That’s strange.”

“Fair enough,” he said. “Lizzie, honey, Daddy’s got to fuck this whore in the ass while her husband jerks off his little cock.”

Lizzie popped her mouth off his dick and moaned, “Of course, Daddy.” She was a gorgeous girl, nearly as beautiful as my own daughter. She had a unicorn tattooed on her left boob. “My daddy’s going to fuck you so hard!”

“Yes, he is,” I purred as my husband unzipped the back of my dress. I shuddered as he did that. He kissed my shoulder. I shivered at the heat as drew down and down the zipper. I felt so naughty as he slipped it off my body, pulling it down my stomach. My big boobs spilled out. My cunt clenched as Charles stared at me. “Thank you, dear.”

“You’re welcome,” my husband said as I stepped out of my dress. He pinched my ass. “Enjoy.”

“I always do,” I purred and turned around. I knelt on the concrete floor. I stared at my husband, at the bulge in his pants. Another man, I would be begging to have his cock in my mouth. Not my husband. He hardly ever got that pleasure.

Charles slapped his spit-lubed dick on my rump. He parted my butt-cheeks and past on my asshole. I shuddered as he wanted anal. That was wonderful. He pressed his dick in between my butt-cheeks and nuzzled right against my backdoor.

I moaned in delight as he drilled against me. It was so good to feel him doing that. I loved it so much. My eyes rolled back in my head as he drilled against my back door. It felt so good to have him doing that. I shuddered in delight.

“Yes!” I moaned as he pushed and pushed on my asshole. “Fuck my ass, Charles!”

“Mrs. Augustine,” he growled. “Damn, I’m going to fuck your wife hard in the ass!”

“Please, do, sir,” my husband whimpered as he watched.

I winked at Douglas as my asshole surrendered to Charles’s cock. He popped into my bowels. I moaned with throaty passion as he sank into me. It was so good to do that. No, he wasn’t quiet as big as his brother, not that I would say that. Not now. I had to make Charles feel respected. I shuddered in delight as he entered me.

My big boobs swayed as he sank to the hilt in me. He was so delicious. He wasn’t Zach, but he was the next best thing. I squeezed my anal sheath down on that wonderful cock as his hands slid up my body. He gripped my tits. He kneaded them.

I groaned as he squeezed my breasts and drew back his cock. I moaned at that heat burning in my asshole. It was such a perfect delight. My pussy dripped juices. I massaged him with my flesh, enjoying every second of his dick in me.

He slammed back into my bowels. He fucked me with such passion. It was so good to have him burying into me. He fucked my asshole with all that he had. It was so glorious to have him burying into me like that.

I groaned as he fucked me. He pounded me with all that he had. It was just so good to have him burying into me again and again. I loved it. He thrust into me with force. With such passion. It was a glorious moment to have him burying into me. I groaned as he fucked me like that. He pounded my bowels with that huge dick. It was so good to have him fucking into me.