Chapter 10

“Jill, we need to talk about your comment of nearly being a slave and maybe make it real. Explain Please.” I had to ask if I really heard my wife, my loving wife, talking about being some strange man’s sex slave.”

Sighing and taking a deep breath, Jill started. “Jeff, I am sorry, but I have been feeling so guilty these last few months; I have been lying to myself and you. I justified the other men and boys as I was doing it for our kids. Teaching them about the birds and the bees, you know.”

“You went way past the innocent birds and the bees lesson, and you went all the way to teach them about perverted cocks and cunts.” I made the stone-faced, emotionless comment,

“Yes, I know, dear, I really went too far, but like I brought you into this mess we have for a life, a little at a time. It took me a long time to get here as well. Just a little more, taking tiny steps, and before I knew it, I was giving the boys blow jobs; Randy can be very persuasive.”

“Did he beat you into doing things you did not want to do? I swear I will kill him once I find him.”

“Oh, no!!! Settle down. He did not ‘make’ me do anything, but he just talked to me about how much fun I would have, and I thought about when I was in high school on a webcam showing my pussy to classmates that were not any older than the boys coming to the meetings.”

“You did give a lot of the guys in my class an education.” I was still trying to understand where my wife was coming from; I think I was getting closer; she was helping our kids and their friends just like she used to, and how she helped the current guys on her membership list.

“Yeah, kind of like that, you see, Jeff, I had a mental breakthrough, more like breaking a pane of glass with a hammer realization. It was when Randy started to tell the boys about oral sex and asked me to demonstrate. I at first thought that I could never do such a thing in front of other people. But his forceful words and intonation made me agree that it was not possible to do anything else. I realized with painstaking clarity that I love to be told to do such perverted things as suck teenagers’ cocks. I did it, Jeff, not because I wanted to; I did it because Randy wanted me to do it. He wanted to watch me suck my son’s friend’s cocks. Josh was not there, but soon I was sucking his cock too.”

“He has this power over you with just his words?”

“Jeff, I have felt so guilty about not telling you. I feel so much better now that you know.” Jill’s answer did not fit my question.

“I know that you like fucking and sucking. I’ve known that for ages; what I did not know was how much you were doing it. What I want to know is why.”

“I know, I am sorry. That is what I was feeling guilty about. Randy began to tell me who to fuck, and I would Jeff; whatever or whoever he told me to do, I would do. Jeff, I am such a slut. I am Randy’s slut for all intents and purposes. It was like I was drawn to do his bidding. Oh, Jeff, I am such a slut, he asks me to do things, and I just can’t say no to him.”

“Where does that leave me? Am I just a cuckold for you to humiliate by fucking other men?”

“NO!! Baby, no, you are my Stag. Don’t you like seeing me taken by other men, and then I come home with you?”

“I worry that you may not come home to me someday.”

“That is not what I want to happen. I will always LOVE YOU! Randy and these other guys are just sex partners.”

“Yeah, but you want to be another man’s Slave; that is a little much, don’t you think?”

“Well, no, just think about it; if I were his slave and you agreed to it, I would not have to feel guilty about cheating on you; I would have no say in who I was fucking. It would be Randy’s decision.”

“What, I would have to beg Randy to fuck my wife?” I did not like this aspect of the deal. I did kind of like that she would be fucking other guys.

“Not at all; Randy already covered that; you get a free pass; whenever I am not busy with someone Randy set up, you can fuck me.”

“My god, how long have you been thinking – no planning on being his Slave? You seem to have this all worked out.”

“I am sorry, Jeff, but it has been a long time.”

“Ok, what do I not know about now? Come on, spill the beans, all of it, all the truth now.”

“Oh, Jeff,” she said in a pleading voice, “I am so sorry. Randy was the guy who helped me in high school set up my camera side hustle.”

“Who is he, one of our classmates?”

“No, if we go over to the Johnsons tonight, you will probably meet him. He is older than us, Jeff. He was in his 30s when we were in high school. He is nearly 50 years old, Jeff.”

“You have been fucking him this whole time.”

“No, Jeff, he was just ‘helping’ me, not fucking me; he was teaching me how to be a cam whore and the ins and outs of the business.”

“The ins and outs of rubber cocks in your holes.”

“Yes, exactly like that, Jeff. He did not fuck me until after Sally found out about me.”

“You don’t really think that Sally found those videos by accident, do you? I bet Randy set that up to groom our daughter.”

“I never thought about it. You could be right. You probably are right. He owns some of the sites we post to.”

“So this Randy guy has been grooming you for ages; why now? Why did you come clean now?”

“Randy told me to have Sally film in more risky situations and times where you could catch her. He said it would be better on film if she were afraid of being caught.”

“I feel trapped, too. Is he blackmailing you? Is he threatening you to keep doing all this?”

“No, Both Sally and I Love doing all this. Jeff, just look at our daughter; her asshole Is on display for you; look at it prolapsing. You can see her beating heart in her rose butt; doesn’t it look like a beautiful rose. Sally, is anyone forcing you to do these things with Mommy?”

“If there is, I don’t know who, but nobody has told me to do any of these things other than Mommy suggesting I try something. I love doing it all, Daddy.”

Sally had her fist disappearing into her loose cunt again. Squelching sounds emanated from her wet folds.

“Mom, I need to get ready for the party. Are you guys going to talk all night?” Sally was excited to go to the swingers’ party next door.

“Jeff, are you okay? You are my main man, and I love you. I just seem to owe it to Randy, and well, if he would have me as a slave, I would if you said it was okay. It really would not impact you any more than it has.”

“Jill, let me think about it, okay? I am not saying no, right? But I have a lot to wrap my mind around. I felt I was on a roller coaster I could not get off—even if I wanted to. I mean, did I want to? I need time to think.”

‘I need to get ready too. Do you need a hand, Sally? Jeff, would you care to watch us get ready?” Jill looked like she actually wanted to have me watch.

“What are you going to do? Put on makeup?” I was not thinking about the full context of the upcoming party.

“Just come and watch, and Josh, bring your camera.” I was beginning to understand Josh’s role as tech, camera operator, and sometimes actor in their little productions.

Sally had been naked since we came home, nearly always playing with or stuffing her ass or pussy, careful not to touch her jewelry. She had commented earlier, before Jill came home from her badge-earning meeting, “I love being Naked; I wish I could be naked all the time. I get so much pleasure when people see me, ALL OF ME.” Her ass was stuffed with an imitation horse cock leaving nothing to the imagination, I let the comment go, but it lodged in the back of my mind. My daughter was a nymphomaniac size queen.

I followed my family to the kids’ bathroom. It was a large bathroom connected to both of their bedrooms—a Jack and Jill bathroom, I think they call it. It had a large walk-in shower with a handheld sprayer that Jill had insisted they needed.

Sally walked over to the dual sink vanity, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out an attachment for the shower head. It looked like a smooth chrome dildo with no features—just a chrome tube with a domed top on one end and the hose attachment on the other. The rounded end had a circle of small holes like a crown.

Sally quickly changed the handheld spray head with the new attachment, started the water, and got the right temperature. “OK, Mom, I’m ready.”

Jill had removed the little bit of clothing she had on folding the scouting uniform and placing it on the counter while Sally was preparing. Sally sat smiling in the shower on the built-in seat. Jill got in and bent over, grabbing the bar against the opposite wall for stability. Her ass was just a few inches from Sally’s face.