Lori, Becoming a HotWife

The next day at the office was chaos and all she could do was play catch up, barely a moment to eat or catch a breath as she went from meeting to meeting. Finally at the end of the day around seven Jim called.

“Lori, hey you’re still there; how about I come down there and take you to dinner, maybe that Italian place you use to like?” He sounded all puffed up and ready to head downtown when Lori, suddenly pent up from all the work activity let it out.

“Look Jim, I am not going to fuck or suck you off, not tonight, maybe never. Do you understand that? Do you understand that you are my husband and that you know what I expect of you, to be compliant to me, to help me get off when I need it and to keep the house and bills in order. You urged me to this and now you are reaping the benefits okay? I have no interest in going to dinner or anywhere else with you right now, I am at the office because I am busy and if you feel you need to take me out in some vain hope of me putting on a show tonight for you or of me letting you cum in my mouth or on my tits you have it all wrong. Now go in the bathroom and use a tissue and think about the fact that I like being in control now, and that I also think about being depraved and a whore for other men often, take that and pull your tiny wad dick and cum okay? Then wad the tissue up and leave it for me so I can see how much you are producing.” With that she slammed the phone down hard. Lori felt completely frustrated, her husband no longer was even an option, her fingers and fantasies worked but they were not enough, the gelled dildo was still a attraction but only for the fact that it was stretching her hole open wider than she had ever had it. Lori looked at the clock, it was 9 at night and the place was empty. She locked her door and then logged on her account and eased her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties to her knees.

She again read the note from DomHard. This time she read it out loud to herself, pretending he was there speaking to her, sitting on her desk while she felt her clit and smooth bald lips. She read it slowly, savoring the complete nastiness of what he said and the way he seemed to be speaking to her from inside her mind, was there letting her know that he understood her wanting to be used as a whore, to be humiliated and treated as submissive willing fuck hole for him, was available to him and him to her to be Dominated as he saw fit, as he wanted, to be just a serviceable hole for his cock and cum, that she knew that he knew she ached to be fucked and challenged to become a piece of meat to be dressed up and played with without any regard for what she wanted or thought, just there to be available and willing and wet and open. Her fingers of both hands were playing with her twat, in her pussy, over her clit and then down to her asshole and opening it slightly. Again and again she read the complete note, making it sound more demanding each time.

Three of her fingers were now up in her pussy and she had her heels propped up against the desk, her panties laying on the rug and her stockings starting to sear open as her ring snagged and tore them as she looked through half-lidded eyes at his note and then at his pictures that looked demandingly from her screen. She was mumbling as she pumped her hand up into her cunt feverishly and read the words screaming out at her, “cunt”, “crave”, “jizz”, “need”, “pleasure”, “hole”. Her breasts heaved as she came hard, barely able to catch her breath, her nerves jangling wildly, her legs quivering uncontrollably against the chair and her legs so weak that she couldn’t keep them propped against the desk. She came harder than she had cum in as far back as she could remember. She sat there for a half hour as she recovered and smoothed her crème onto her thighs, savoring the feeling and euphoria settling over her.

Finally she sat up and wiped herself with her discarded panties but left them on the desk as she began writing back to DomHard for the first time.

By the seventh e-note that he and Lori shared, often late at night, Lori was not only wet from barely thinking or seeing a note from him online, she shuddered and became numb at the thought of reading the new foul proposals he had in mind for her, unbelievable debasing perverse things that he expected of her, even before he agreed to have anything to do with her. She was told to do simple things first, such as wear lip gloss on her cunt lips, bright red, and to touch it up during the day and to not wear panties at all any more. Then she was to take Jim’s cum rag and stuff one in each bra so that the smell of cum would be on her all day. He asked her to go to a mall and try on outfits that were sheer and short and to come out and parade in front of the mirror so that others would notice and let them see her tits and ass and cunt showing through. Afterward she was to buy a few pieces and keep them. He told her to find a porn shop and buy a pair of metal balls that would fit up inside her pussy and go to work with them inserted. Although the requests for these were made, they were made with his unapologetic nasty coarse language, telling her to “paint your hole” or “let your husbands wet cum drip over your nipples”, or “strut your fuck holes so that you and everyone knows what a hungry available jizz whore you are.” Every time Lori wanted to delete them and turn back but she admitted now that she didn’t want to turn back, and really had nothing to turn back to. There was no going back, as she saw it; she only wanted now to be accepted by and to meet him. She wrote back to each one telling him how it went and how wet she got and how she knew that she was his dirty whore and only hoped she’d have the chance to show him fully in person. Often she would be playing with herself as she wrote him.

The fantasy play with Jim resumed, only for the fact she could really act out and tell someone everything, if even just her husband, what she was doing.

A week went by without a word and then she received a e-note telling her to use an account he had set up for her on a clothing site and to pick out something to wear for him. She was told to pick what she thought he’d like. He’d be made aware of her purchase when she redeemed it but would not know what she picked out. He’d contact her after that. She looked at the site and began after some fearful trepidation, to make some choices, knowing what she thought he would want to see her in. That night she was ecstatic, her pulse raced and her hands strayed to her spread thighs every chance she had. He was going to make contact.

Jim called her that the package had arrived a week later. Jim called and his voice was aching to open it, but Lori railed at him. Forbid him even to jack off while she was not there, simply told her that the package had come and that it looked like any other package, not some sleazy thing or box or outside logo, just a black package. They both knew it was from him because Lori had been vocal in her bed room scenes involving him, his package coming and then his cock fucking her as she made herself up for him, not for Jim, made her hair and nails and face and skin creamed and perfumed so that she became his package, his sweet smelling, toned firm titted smooth bald red cunt lipped lipsticked fuck meat hole for him. She would present herself for him, prepare and be ready when he came for her.

She parted the wrapping on the box and pulled apart the flaps and there was a long silken sheer gown made of the thinnest material that she had seen, the luxurious feel was like honey against her palm but it flowed on her hand. It was the perfect size, smaller than she was so that it would cower on her body, embracing it and availing her every inch to who ever looked at her, who ever wanted to feel her, who ever wanted to fuck and fondle her, molest her offered holes and her thick tits. There next were the heels, Lucite and clear and high, a good 5 inches high, so that her legs were propped up, her ass thrust out and her full hard tits achingly pushed out the front vent in the gown, ripe and full to squeeze and grope, as she wanted, even now she moved her hand up and milked them so they were tender. The jewelry was next, the collar, faux diamond but thick that encircled her neck and forced her head high and gave her mouth and perfect cushion to yawn open and relax on. The thick stomach chain roped her waist and the ends draped below, a pair of clips trailing off, as the catalog said, twat clips. She fitted herself into the full regalia and looked at herself glowing wetly in the mirror, each and every perfect contour of her body poised and posed for display, each opening easily accessible. The cut in the back was high, her ass cheeks completely open as she swayed around, and her moist twat lips presented like a cup as the diaphanous elastic dress molded her fuck lips. Her nipples were fully available, erectly pushing against the thin halter, pulsating. Jim’s voice was weak but he made a sound. She looked and he was holding up a black scowl of something to her.

“Look, this is what you are going to wear, he really wants to see you in it, I mean you asked for it and he bought it for you, you have to.” She tried to make out what it was and took it from him and then she saw, the snaps in the back, the dam well in the front. She had seen one online once; of course he’d provide this. She brought the chin mask to her face and carefully as to not muss her makeup, reached behind her neck and clipped the snaps in place. It was snug, and then she pulled the mouth dam into her mouth and bit on the rubber bits on her back teeth, the inverted dam in front closing the opening so that she realized that wearing it she’d need to breath through her nose. She started hacking as soon as she had it on and motioned Jim over quickly. He was set to rip it from her mouth but Lori motioned no, don’t! Instead she waited patiently until she had her breathing somewhat calmed. She pulled Jim’s hand up and forced him to rub her cunt as she stood and let her breath adjust to the mask. As Jim diddled her pussy lips she started to be distracted and thought more of the pleasure she felt than the discomfort of the mask, her jaws opened by the teeth bit and her own halting gasps as Jim swiped at her clit and then moved a finger, then two, into her. She drew all her focus on the mirror as she watched her hole be parted by Jim and her mouth and face covered by the mask wrap. She could see that the mask had a oval hole over her mouth, the thick rubber trap like a sink trap in a sink drain, teeth that would let something in but not out unless it was forced to pull out. She felt Jim stuffing up his full two fingers into her bald hole and she accommodated him opening apart her legs. Lori reached for his wrist and as Jim slid in and out, he felt her restrict his forced fingers in her, and shoved his hand away violently, and clawed at his crotch as he stood stunned. She ripped at his zipper and aggressively grabbed into his shorts to yank out his hardening cock, yank it out and stroke it up. Jim hadn’t had her hand, mouth or cunt on his cock in months and he was frozen by her furious wrenching on his prick, attacking it in hr hand. Lori then dropped to her knees and plunged his cock shaft straight into her oval mouth hole so that his cock was trapped in her mouth, his cock head ramming taut on the roof of her mouth, her tongue bathing it as she held him by his belt to her face. She squirmed for him to ram into her mouth piece but Jim only understood fucking her through the face mask and he jammed in and made short jutting motions with his hips to ejaculate in her captive mouth. He held her head tight to his cock so she couldn’t move and he knew she was furious with that but he was only worried with cumming in her mouth after all the months and time he had done without. “Oh god yes…”

Lori wanted Jim to cum for her, she knew he had some built up, she hadn’t touched or sucked him in months and she wanted a big load to test herself for her new man, she clearly saw that the mask was there to not trap cock in but to flood her palette with cock load and allowing it only one way to go, for her to swallow and she was certain that Jim was going to produce. Jim lasted merely minutes when she tasted the first milking out of him followed by other smaller spurts and he did produce, she felt her mouth and tongue awash in cum, and as much as she felt she’d gag up, she learned to breathe around it and swallow slowly the complete deposit. She ran her hand over her collar to soothe her throat as she tasted him down. Jim fell back on the bed, but Lori looked and smiled at herself in the mirror there on her knees, even with a small dribble in the opening of her mouthpiece in a puddle there.

She then went to the bathroom and showered and slept, thinking about his arrival.