Community Service
Copyright© 2025 by MisterMilkshake
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - A wife is sentenced to a very unconventional community service program.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Cuckold Gang Bang Anal Sex Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Sam woke up in an unfamiliar room. Every wall was white, the floor was white and the featureless metal door was white. The room was bathed in the stark artificial brightness of fluorescent lights.
Sam staggered to the door and found it locked. “Hey!” He pounded on it with both fists. “HEY! Where am I?! Help!”
After only about half a minute of yelling, he felt so exhausted he thought he might pass out. After sitting back down on the bed he dropped his head in his hands. “What the fuck is going on?”
He could barely remember his name at first, but as he sat, fragments of his life started to trickle in. His wife, his job, his DUI arrest, her DUI arrest. The memories of her community service stung as they rolled in, each one sharper than the last.
The last thing he could remember was wrapping his hands around Terry’s neck. “Fuuuuck, what did I do?”
The door opened with a heavy metallic click.
Monica walked in, studying his face with a pitying expression.
Sam’s eyes went to her shirt.
OFFICIAL COMMUNITY ORGANIZER
He stared, blinked hard, then read it again.
OFFICIAL COMMUNITY ORGANIZER
“Sam,” Monica said gently, “How are you feeling?”
“I ... where am I?”
“You’re getting help. You had an episode at work.”
“Episode? I saw you sucking Terry’s cock!”
“Sam, I was at home when it happened. I knew you weren’t ready, I should never have let you go into work, not after everything that happened. That was almost a week ago.”
“What?” His voice cracked.
He pointed at her chest. “And ... your shirt, why does it say Community Organizer?”
Monica turned toward the door. “Dr. Hendricks? Could you come in?”
When the doctor walked in, the blood drained from Sam’s face.
“You...”
“He asked about my shirt!” Monica’s voice rose. “He said Community Organizer, not ... the other thing. That’s progress, right?”
“Now, Monica,” Hendricks said calmly, holding up a hand. “We don’t want to get ahead of ourselves. This is a process, it takes time.”
He turned to Sam with a smile. “Hello, Sam. How are you feeling today?”
Sam stared at the man who destroyed his life, his pulse pounding in his ears.
“Judge Hendricks,” Sam said with slow vitriol.
“I’m your doctor, Sam. We’ve been over this many times.”
“You sentenced her to be the city cum dump. You destroyed our lives!”
“I’ve never been a judge, Sam. I’ve been treating your alcoholism since your DUI arrest, then your psychotic episodes that followed.”
“Psychotic? I’m not the one who ... and what alcoholism? I don’t even drink that much...”
Hendricks lifted his clipboard to jot down a note. “Is that still what you think?”
“No! You’re a judge! You sentenced Monica to the CUM DUMP program!”
“Sam, nothing like that does, or could exist.” Hendricks spoke slowly. “Your wife was sentenced to community service for a DUI. She even does some of it here. She’s working with Dirk Johnson, the community coordinator.”
“Dirk? Dick Johnson! The bailiff!”
“Yes, Dirk is a bailiff as well. He’s the one who removed you from Monica’s hearing when you started yelling. You’ve been very ... confused.”
“That’s bullshit! I have transcripts!” Sam’s voice cracked. “They describe in detail what you made her do!”
Dr. Hendricks pulled a file from his clipboard and handed it to Sam. “I’d like you to take a look at this. Read it and tell me what it says.”
Sam quickly skimmed the pages desperately. “It says ... I was screaming in the courtroom. I was removed. And Monica was sentenced to six weeks community service. That’s ... that’s not what it said before! You changed it!”
“This is good,” Dr. Hendricks turned to Monica. “The new medication seems to be helping.”
“No...” Sam’s voice grew quieter. “It said ... It was so detailed, graphic details...”
Monica spoke softly. “Sam, do you think they would put that in an official court transcript, even if it happened? It was just my hearing. The one where you made me ... where I took that DUI for you.”
Sam shrank back as the guilt twisted his stomach. “So ... that part was real?”
She looked down at her lap.
“Sam,” Dr. Hendricks said. “The government doesn’t engage in state-sanctioned sex slavery. Monica has been volunteering as part of her sentence, doing actual community service. Or at least, it started as her sentence.”
“Dirk offered me a full-time paid position because I was doing such a good job. I was so excited about it. Do you remember when I told you?”
“That’s not ... that’s not what...”
“Sam, it’s just community organizing. I help with meal programs, municipal initiatives, volunteer coordination. I’m really good at it too, everyone says so. I wanted you to be happy for me, to be proud of me.”
She started crying. “I’m sorry. This is supposed to be about getting you better, not about me...”
“It’s okay, Monica,” Hendricks said. “He needs to hear this. It’s all part of the healing process.”
“What about Karen?!” Sam said suddenly, his face lighting up. “I talked to her on the phone! She sent me the photos of you!”
Dr. Hendricks kept jotting notes as he spoke. “You were harassing anyone in the city government you could get ahold of, Sam. You were ranting and raving about this program. Karen filed a formal complaint. You made her cry.”
“The photos though. She sent me photos...”
Monica sat up in her seat.
“There are no photos.” Dr. Hendricks said sternly.
“But I saw them. On my phone. Photos of Monica...”
“You think you saw them,” Monica said quickly.
“I can prove it!” Sam lunged forward. “Let me see my phone for five seconds. They’re saved...”
Monica’s eyes widened.
“Sam! We’re not doing this ... Look, there’s no photos!”
“But they’re on my phone...”
“There’s NO photos, Sam!” Monica’s voice rose sharply.
Sam turned to Dr. Hendricks. “Just let me have my phone for five seconds. I’ll show you!”
Monica and Dr. Hendricks’ eyes met for a brief moment.
“Monica said there are no photos. There are NO photos.”
Monica stood suddenly. “I should probably just go. It seems like me being here is agitating him. I need to be down in the cafeteria anyway, to help train the new volunteer group.”
Dr. Hendricks wrote something on his clipboard.
“I think that’s enough for today. But this is looking very encouraging, Sam.” He looked up at Sam with a smile.
“When can I go home?”
Dr. Hendricks kept moving toward the door as he responded, “Let’s just take it a step at a time.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
Later that day, Sam lay in his bed, trying to piece together fragments of reality as they came into focus.
He heard Officer McCoy’s voice coming from the hall and quietly cracked the door open to peek out. He saw McCoy standing a few doors from his room talking to Dr. Hendricks.
“So, how’s our boy doing?” McCoy asked.
“Unfortunately, he’s completely lost in his fantasy, he may be here the rest of his life.”
“Wait, what?” Sam whispered to himself.
“Really? The rest of his life, huh? Real shame. He was pretty freaked out when I brought him here, that look on his face ... First, attacks you, we hold him for a couple days, and the first thing he does when he gets out is attack his boss. I don’t even think he knew what was going on. Kept rambling about some nonsense.”
“Well, Officer, we appreciate you bringing him here. He’s better off with us than back in jail.”
“Yeah, guards said he spent the whole time in his cell rocking back and forth, rambling to himself.”
“I was hoping I could check up on the kid?” McCoy asked.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea, Officer. He’s completely disconnected from reality. I think it would just confuse and upset him.”
Footsteps approached from the other direction.
“Oh, hey, Monica,” McCoy said warmly. “I was just here to check on Sam. Doctor says he’s still in a bad way.”
Monica cleared her throat. “Oh, umm, yeah. I mean, if anything he’s getting worse. It’s been hard.”
Sam angrily mouthed quietly to himself, “What the fuck, Monica!”
McCoy put his hand on Monica’s shoulder. “Well, you’ve got your community work to keep you busy. How’s that going?”
“It’s going really well. I got Niedermeyer at the Chamber of Commerce to help fund our community garden initiative.”
“That cheap skate? How’d you pull that off?”
Monica smiled. “I’m good with people I guess.”
“Yeah, that’s what Dirk tells me. Says you’ve been killing it over there. They love having you.”
“Yeah Dirk’s great,” she said in a cheery voice.
Her voice turned more serious. “But ... when he had to drag Sam out of the courtroom that day ... that’s when this all started, really. And it was downhill from there.”
“Yeah, good guy, sorta does it all. Dirk cares a lot about his community. But he’s got a bit of a reputation with the ladies. Let me know if he tries anything funny with you.”
“Oh, I’m sure that’s just the rumor mill, he’s very professional at work. But I better get back to it, I need to keep an eye on the new volunteers. It was nice to see you, Officer.”
“Oh no, no no!” Monica called out suddenly. “You have to keep an eye out for the ones marked with food allergies!” She jogged after a young man with a food cart.
McCoy turned back to Hendricks. “So, that night at their house ... I was thinking, mighty commendable that you were making a house call on a Friday night.”
Hendricks cleared his throat. “Well, yes, I don’t normally do that. But Monica was very concerned about his behavior. He had been harassing city workers about outlandish conspiracy theories. He was in quite a state.”
“Yeah, but ... on a Friday night? That is some real dedication to your patients, Doc.”
There was a long pause.
“Ya know, Sam was going on about you and his wife goin’ at it ... but that’s just the hallucinations or whatever, ain’t that right? I mean, he also said her community service was, what, some kind of sperm dumpster program?”
“Yes, something like that. He was completely lost in his fantasy by then, totally detached from reality.”
“Right ... right.” McCoy took an uncomfortably long pause. “He’s clearly confused, but still. You and Monica both looked a little ... disheveled.”
“Officer McCoy, Sam attacked me the moment I arrived at their home. There was a violent struggle.”
McCoy was quiet for a long moment.
“Of course, of course, Doc. It’s just ... she’s something to look at, that one. I get it. And your business is your business, but do you really think it’s a good idea for you to be the one treating him? Given the, uh, circumstances?”
“Are you implying something, Officer?” Hendricks said with sudden indignation.
McCoy didn’t respond right away.
He smiled. “Ooooh, no. Nothing like that. I wouldn’t make any unsubstantiated accusations. Besides, you’re a smart guy, doctor and all. I’m sure you know better than to engage in any kind of gross ethics violation.” He chuckled.
Still smiling, he paused even longer this time, staring Hendricks in the eye, unblinking.
“Well, Doc, you have a good night, alright?”
His footsteps faded slowly down the hall.
The next day, Sam sat in Dr. Hendricks’ office for a therapy session.
“You ... you think I’m getting better, right?” Sam asked nervously.
“Of course. As I said yesterday, the new medication seems to be doing its job.”
“And you’d tell me otherwise, wouldn’t you? Not just say it to calm me down...”
“Of course. It seems like you’re nervous about backsliding. That’s a good sign on its own.”
“Yeah, yeah I guess maybe it is...” Sam drew a small smile.
“I wanted to talk about the night of Monica’s arrest. When you asked her to switch seats with you in the car.”
Sam spoke quietly. “Oh, I mean, I just didn’t want to lose my license. I drive a lot for work, ya know?”
“You didn’t want to face the consequences of your actions.”
Sam looked down at his hands.
“So you asked your wife to take the fall for you. That must weigh on your conscience.”
“I mean, she agreed to it,” Sam said defensively. “I take care of us financially, or I did ... it was in her best interest too.”
“So it was her choice?”
“Well ... I mean ... she went along with it.”
“Did you ever ask her if she felt like she had a choice?”
“No. But...” Sam’s voice trailed off.
“Sam, this all started during her hearing. The very moment Monica took the punishment for your mistake, that hardly seems coincidental. I think it all comes down to guilt. Your delusions, the fantasies about her being used and objectified sexually by countless men. You couldn’t process what you did, so your mind created these scenarios to make sense of it, to externalize your guilt.”
Sam stared at his hands.
“The medication has helped you start to separate fantasy from reality, but you need to make the conscious choice not to keep hiding from the reality of what you did. You give your psychosis something to latch on to.”
Sam nodded slowly.
“It’s self punishment. You watch your own wife being used and degraded, then you get aroused by it. That makes you feel even more guilty. It’s a vicious cycle.”
“That’s not ... I wasn’t aroused...”
“Sam, you invented a pornographic fantasy. All manner of men were using your poor wife like some kind of sex slave. You wanted that.”
“No! I didn’t want that!”
“Did you pleasure yourself to these fantasies, Sam?”
“Of course not!” Sam cleared his throat. “I mean, I didn’t want to...”
“It hurts watching her be used by other men, but a part of you likes it, a part of you thinks you deserve it.”
“I just ... I couldn’t stop myself...”
Sam looked directly at the doctor.
“But ... my memories are clearing up. I still remember seeing you ... with Monica. Most of that night feels almost like a dream, but some parts...”
“Well, I ... I mean...” He cleared his throat. “I was there because Monica was worried about you. But you attacked me when I arrived.”
“Weren’t you there when I got home? I remember ... both of you were naked ... you were fucking her...”
“Sam, that is all part of the delusion. Think about what you’re saying.”
Sam stared at him.
“Your delusions were about Monica getting fucked by other men, using her as a ‘cum dump’ as you put it.”
Sam’s face fell.
“Guilt created these fantasies. They’re not real,” Hendricks said gently.
“I just ... I just didn’t want to lose my job, that night,” Sam said, holding back tears.
“I know. But you have to face your choices head on.”
“That’s enough for today, Sam. This was a big step, but you should get some rest.”
The days drug on and ran together. Sam spent most of his time laying in bed contemplating his life. One evening, he heard Monica’s voice from the hall and quietly moved to crack the door open.
“Yeah, I’m just finishing up. Should be done in a bit.”
Monica was on her phone, pacing slightly. “Hold on, let me find somewhere quiet to talk.”
She went around the corner and ducked into a vacant room.
Sam’s heart started racing.
He slipped out into the hallway barefoot, moving as quietly as possible, creeping toward the room where Monica had gone. He got close enough to eavesdrop.
“Sorry about that, Dirk. Yeah, I’m still at the hospital ... uh huh...”
She started to speak more quietly. “I know ... I miss you too...”
Sam felt his stomach drop.
“No, his phone’s locked, I’m still trying to get into it, but I really think he found our photos ... maybe even others...”
“Oh stop! You know very well you’re not the only one.” She giggled.
“No, but get this! He thinks it’s me and the mayor.”
“I am not! I don’t even know the guy!” she said with mock indignation.
“No, I don’t need you to introduce me ... I’m being serious here.”
“No ... I don’t think anyone would believe him, but if he has pictures ... yeah. I guess you’re right ... maybe I’m worried over nothing.”
There was a long pause.
“Dirk, no! I’m at the hospital...” she said playfully.
“Really? mmm. Okay, okay ... but just real quick.”
Her voice got low and breathy. “Ya know, I’m actually pretty wet right now ... thinking about you...”
“What the fuck...” Sam whispered to himself.
He pinched himself hard on the arm. “Come on ... snap out of it!”
He pinched himself again.
“This isn’t real. This isn’t real,” he repeated quietly like a mantra.
But he trailed off and kept listening. “Fuck!”
“Yeah? How hard? ... Mmmhmm ... now just, nice and slow...”
“I’d put you in my mouth ... you taste so good...” Monica moaned softly.
Sam was already rock hard, his cock making an obscene tent in his thin hospital issue pants. He took it out and started to jerk, ducking low to stay hidden.
“That’s right ... don’t stop...” Monica’s breathing was getting heavier, more labored.
“I’m touching myself too ... thinking about that big cock...” she whispered breathlessly.
He heard the sound of fabric rustling, then Monica gasped sharply.
Sam picked up speed, trying his best to stay silent, bracing himself against the wall with his free hand.
Monica’s instructions became less coherent. “Yeah, just ... up and down ... like ... fuck ... just ... stroke it ... imagine cumming on me ... oh fuck oh fuck ... yeeeesss!”
She started grunting and whimpering, trying to stay quiet.
Sam came right on the floor, splattering his load on the linoleum.
Monica caught her breath for a moment before continuing. “See? I am getting better at it, you came pretty fast. We just need to keep practicing.” She was still catching her breath between words.
She giggled.
“Okay ... yeah, I have to go ... uh huh, tonight ... Yep, I’ll even wear that black set you like...” she said in a sexy voice.
She hung up with a contented sigh.
Sam backed away and scurried down the hall back into his room as quietly as he could.
Monica emerged from the vacant room, adjusting herself as her eyes darted around.
“Ew, what is that?” She looked down at the puddle of cum on the floor.
She flagged down a nurse and pointed at it.
Several minutes later, Monica appeared at Sam’s door and knocked softly.
“Sam? I’m about to head home and ... Are you okay? You look flushed.”
His heart was still racing. “Just ... the medication probably.”