Marie 's slavish Year
Weeks 1-4 - Windy City

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This report outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to pass a class exploring her long-repressed subservient side. Her husband and her best friend subject her to the mop up kind of depravities during a year-old international outing. If you do n't like that sort of thing, please go register something else and do n't leave feedback here about how ugly and disgusting the level is. It 's fable and it 's supposed to be.
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John looked at his vigil. Nearly noon. Lora would be at Hyatt, waiting in the lounge for him. He looked around his desk, everything was in lodge. The revision on the outgoing Jockey shorts were marked and stacked, his IN box was, for the first of all time in years, clean. He 'd offloaded most of his workload to two of the other firms in town and had n't taken on any new employment since Marie lost her job three week ago. They did n't know what they were going to do, but they 'd always talked about traveling the mankind if they had the opportunity. Maybe this was it.
He shook his question. Right. As if this was `` it ''. Lora did n't think so.
But then, Lora was insane. Or, to put it politely, she lived 'outside the box'.
His phone rang and he took a promptly call from another potential customer. It bothered him to be turning down study but they 'd did n't ask the money and he wanted his calendar bring in. Just in case.
They 'd done their calculations and they could easily adjourn on what they had in the bank and investments. Or at least take a year off. For a match in their later XXX, they 'd done incredibly well. Marie had been one of the originals in a inauguration software house that had hit big and been bought. King John 's life history in declaration law was less tawdry but by staying independent and working with low overhead, he 'd swear just under a million dollars in the lowest few class. Plus they 'd bought Google on the way up. They were comfortable.
The dismay on his laptop beeped. It was noon. He 'd assure Lora he 'd be there at noon. Why was he hesitating ? Were n't Marie and Lora about to offer him the chance to inhabit out his fantastic teen aged fantasies ? The two of them had been planning `` something big '' since hold out weekend. Marie moved in with Lora ten days ago and he had n't seen her since.
Something about that thought made his peter fuss. The thrill of the unknown. And his wife in the work force of their friend Lora. It could think anything. Maybe Lora had taught his wife some new tricks. Maybe -- could it be possible -- a threesome ?
Lora was the flop one to do that.
She 'd taken a completely different road after college. While Marie and John buckled down to their Job, Lora took to the road. Or the skies more specifically. Two years as a air hostess followed by the last six or seven as a in high spirits priced `` escort ''. She 'd been all around the world, spending a night here, a calendar week there, and once ninety sidereal day as the live-in `` business deal closer '' for an outside developer named Han. Whenever someone was on the fence about a buy or a sell that Han really wanted, Lora be brought into the flick and, after a few day -- or in one showcase, two workweek -- the papers were signed and Lora took a percentage of the profits.
She 'd played all the use. The girl, the ex, the dominatrix, the submissive, Asian, French, English -- whatever the customer wanted. And, over the class, there was almost no twisted, deviate act Lora had n't been asked to execute. She attacked every one of them with gusto, reveling in the use of her body for any purpose that brought more Au into her coffers.
When Marie lost her job three weeks ago, Lora had been quick to suggest Marie join her. They laughed about it the first meter Lora mentioned it. At two-hundred forty two Ezra Loomis Pound on a five-foot-ten build, Marie was not someone who made heads turn. That was n't exactly straight, John thought, she *did* turn caput. There was something intensely sensual about her face -- her eye and lip and the way her neck flowed into her shoulder, then down into the cleavage of her natural DD thorax. Her thick, dark-brown whisker was usually pulled back in a single pony talk but when she let it light costless around her face, she did to a greater extent than turn read/write head. Saint John the Apostle was for certain she 'd made more than a few dick stand up and hire notice.
Gospel According to John smiled. His cock has stiffened as his imagination flashed on Marie sitting on the bed with Lora running a thicket through her haircloth. What *was* in store for him at the Hyatt ?
He got up and took his jacket off of the hangar on the back of the doorway. Twenty-five hundred dollar bill. Who would make ever expected to spend that kind of money on a suit ? He chuckled out loud. It 's strange how lifespan turns out sometimes.
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John poured the endure one-half of the Foster 's into the little chicken feed and held the can in his hand, looking at the label without reading it.
'' John the Evangelist ? '' Lora said quietly.
John did n't response.
'' John, it 's null to be embarrassed about. ``
He looked around. The waiting area was nearly empty, even at lunch sentence it did n't appear to suck up much of a crowd. There was the bartender, two waitresses in short, blackness garb, and only two early mass. A pair, sitting in a booth across the room, both in suits, a mickle of written document on the table between them. Probably lawyer, he thought, then smiled.
'' How long has she known ? ``
'' Does that matter ? ``
'' Maybe. Maybe not. I do n't bonk. '' He took a drink. `` How long ? ``
'' At to the lowest degree a year. Not a lot longer. ``
John shook his head, looked down at his glass.
'' Why did n't you ever mention it ? ``
He snapped his headspring up, looked into her oculus, raging. `` Why ? Well, it 's not exactly the kind of affair you can drop off in the middle of a conversation, is it ? 'Dear, you know all those nights I said I was downstairs watching rematch of my favourite concerts ? Well, I was really surfing kink websites. That 's not exactly something you bring up over dinner. ``
'' I thought you two talked about everything. ``
'' We do, but there are limits, you know ? '' He picked up the beer glass.
Lora nodded. `` I do. I 've sent them all and I know there are some you *never* talk about. You could have talked to me about it, you know. You two know about my animation. ``
John got more angry. `` Talk to you about it ? You 're not my wife ? You 're insane, you know that ? '' He slammed the chalk on the table. `` Damn it, Lora, you 're just insane. ``
Lora just stared at him.
'' I 'm sorry, '' he said after a few seconds.
Lora 's face shifted slightly. She reached across the table and put her hand on top of his.
'' Do you see how easy that was ? ``
John gave her a stupefy look.
'' Your shift. You were angry at me, but I held my ground and you caved in, you turned apologetic, you turned ... submissive. ``
toilet felt an uncomfortable pull in his stomach. That Christian Bible turned him on but he 'd never hold it to himself. `` What 's your compass point ? ``
'' citizenry shift. hoi polloi can commute. ``
She reached for her purse on the bench beside her, rested it on the table.
'' Have you ever talked to Marie about compliance ? About thrall ? ``
John looked up and scanned the room quickly. `` Keep your interpreter down. ``
'' Have you ? ``
King John shook his straits. `` No, no, never. ``
Lora opened her purse and took out a small Joseph Black case.
'' So you probably have no mind how often she came downstairs after you were asleep and watched the Same picture you 'd watched before you came upstairs and fucked her ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' And she 'd jerk off right there in your chairperson, sweating and oozing onto your professorship. The Saami chairperson you 'd been jerking off in, getting yourself cook to come up and chat her. ? ``
'' dogshit. ``
'' But, you are n't sure, are you ? I can listen it in your articulation. ``
St. John stopped. He 'd wondered sometimes but never let himself cogitate about it. She always said she was sleeping downstairs in the Edgar Albert Guest way because it was further from the street and quiet.
'' She loves you, you know. You never judge her, never talked about her free weight or that she wo n't eat up or that she wo n't admit it up the ass. ``
'' What the roll in the hay ? Do you two talk about everything ? ''
Lora took her electric cell sound out of her purse and punched in a bit. `` We do now. '' She kept her heart on him while she talked, `` you can get along in now. '' pause. `` Yes, in the couch. '' suspension. `` Exactly as you are. '' suspension. `` Or we could repeat Th night. I thought not. We will be here. ``
lav felt his abdomen tighten. What had happened Th night ? And if Marie was nearby, why was n't she there when he arrived ? They 'd sat through drinks and mushroom-shaped cloud caps and talking for over half an hour while Marie had been waiting ... where ?
Lora opened the diminished Joseph Black case and St. John the Apostle looked at the device she slid into her bridge player. It looked like the remote control control for a boob tube set, small and fatal with button, knobs, and switches. `` You can wager with it later. I need to teach you how to use it, '' she said with a trace of cabal in her voice.
She looked up and nodded over John 's right shoulder joint. `` She 's here. Your wife 's here. ``
lavatory turned and looked behind him. It was his wife but not like he 'd seen her before. She was wearing a full-length dress of what looked like white-haired face cloth. The neck was high and the sleeves came down to her wrists. There was a 2d layer over it, a waist-length ness of the same fabric. His first thought, as ridiculous as it was, was 'she must be baking hot'. He noticed she was walking slowly, each step measured in just in. He looked at her animal foot and saw she was in closed-toe mule shoe, black leather with one-inch heels. Marie 's arms hung at her face and John noticed she had pack on every fingerbreadth, all Ag or petwer, her center finger on each paw had three or four, knuckle joint to knuckle.
'' seed, pet, '' Lora said. One of the waitresses heard it and turned.
'' Sorry, not you, '' Lora said with a smile. She nodded toward Marie. `` This one. ``
The waitress gave Lora a befuddle look and went back to folding napkins.
When Marie reached the table, Lora slid over in the booth and patted the wooden bench. `` Sit, dear. ``
Marie did n't move. John looked at her manus, noticed her digit were moving, making small flighty, twitchy movement. She was staring at her shoes, her face frozen.
'' Now, '' Lora said sweetly.
Marie stood beside the bench and lowered herself slowly until her hindquarters was on the fundament. toilet saw her oral cavity tighten and he felt a rush through his genitalia as he remembered shot like this from a hundred dissimilar DandS pic. Marie twisted, bringing her legs underneath the table with a single round, then set her hands palm down on the tabular array in nominal head of her.
toilet looked at his wife 's face. Her skin, always flawless and smooth, was even more beautiful than he remembered. She was focused, as if she was concentrating intently on something. The war paint around her centre made them stand out even more than usual, her lashes were done to see long than ever, and her rim were a brilliantly red without being cartoonish.
What stood out the most, though, was the way she held her headway. Inclined slightly forward, her eyes focused on the spot on the table between the backsheesh of her fingers.
The three of them sat for several minute in silence. Occasionally, Marie would squirm or suck in a quick breather, but she always regained her equanimity quickly while Lora just smiled. A thin picture show of fret broke over her brow and John watched a exclusive beading drip mold down her nose, hanging from the tip until it fell, soaking into the fabric of her half-cape.
When the waitress asked what Marie was drinking, Lora ordered `` water supply, no ice, lukewarm if you please. And in a large glass. '' John 's pecker twitched as he remembered stories he 'd read about spend a penny control condition. What kind of game was Lora playing with him and why was Marie going along with it. They were teasing him. Making him pay for his pornography wont ?
The waitress brought the glass and sat it on the table in social movement of Marie. Lora said thank you and the lady walked away quietly. Lora made a small motion with her hired man and Marie picked up the chicken feed. She sipped and Lora nodded. Marie sat the glass back on the table, her eyes returned to the same spotlight as before.


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'' John, '' Lora said, her voice as calm as if they were talking about the weather.
Saint John the Apostle broke himself out of his fog and looked at Lora. `` Yeah ? ``
'' John, your wife has learned a lot about herself this in conclusion week. And it 's time you learned about her as well. And about yourself too. '' She turned to Marie. `` Marie, go ask the young lady for another glass of water supply. ``
Without a word of honor, Marie turned herself and stood up, walking slowly across the room toward where the waitress was sitting. She still took the bantam half-steps, her arms dangling at her sides.
'' She 's going crazy, can you tell ? '' Lora asked, looking John in the eyes.
'' Something is going on, '' he said, his voice hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid.
'' That outfit looks warmly, does n't it ? ``
whoremonger nodded.
'' There is a level of gunny underneath it. She is itching like hell. It 's horrible. I wore one for an total week in Iran once. The wool over it keeps in the hotness and every rebuff motility, even breathing, makes the burlap itch. ``
John 's center widened. He turned to look at his married woman, standing blotto next to the waitresses table.
'' Her tits are stark underneath the ness. The forepart of the attire is open air. Her nipples are rubbing against the burlap inside of the fiddling cape. It causes more friction than the dress would. The cape sways more freely. '' Lora watched John 's boldness. He was fascinated and getting turned on. `` You see the way she is walking ? She is hobbled by a four in chemical chain between her ankles. It is section of her obedience grooming. ``
John turned to her, his mouth slightly open. `` Obedience training ? ``
'' I told you. She watched the like movies. ``
John turned and looked at his wife, seeing her in a solid new sparkle now. All these days, if he 'd just had the guts to bring up the subject, they might have been playing secret plan all along.
'' There is a six inch rod in her twat. '' John the Evangelist 's eyes blinked when Lora used the word. What kind of world was he entering ? `` There is an eight inch long one up her ass. We 've been working very hard this last week. '' She watched his face. `` For your benefit, John. Always for your welfare. ``
Marie turned and started walking back toward the board, a tall deoxyephedrine of pee in her hands.
'' And, I know this sounds mundane, but she 's rigged with both a distant controller vibrator and a outback control shocking device. '' Lora slid the little box across the tabular array to John. He was smiling now, his foreland swimming, his cock stiffening.
'' In a hebdomad ? All of this in a week ? ``
'' Ten mean solar day, '' Lora smiled. `` And years before that, whoremonger. '' She turned and looked in Marie 's direction. `` Years. '' She put up her hand and Marie froze in lieu, eyes fixed on Lora 's hand.
'' Watch, '' Lora said.
She cupped her hand and tilted it. Marie raised the chalk to her sassing and took a deglutition of the tepid body of water. bathroom nodded. Lora lifted her index finger finger and twirled it. Marie, like a marionette on a train, slowly turned in a circuit, shifting her feet slowly because of the hobble.
When Marie was back in her pilot stead, Lora leaned forward and touched the table with the tips of her stem and heart finger's breadth. She pressed them and her knuckle parted slightly. John saw Marie 's face go slightly red as she opened her knees. The bm was so slender nobody would have noticed it if they were n't looking, but to John -- and no doubt, Marie -- she might as well birth just pulled up her clothes and spread her legs widely open.
'' Try the red push, second row. ``
John looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, `` second row. Red button. ``
Saint John the Apostle looked at the device. Nothing was labeled, Lora must bear memorized it all. He pressed the clit and Lora chuckled. `` Hold it down. '' He did. Lora nodded toward Marie and John turned his head.
His married woman was still standing motionless but he saw the water in the field glass was moving. Shaking. He looked up and saw she 'd closed her eyes. After another few seconds, he saw her pressing her lip together tighter.
'' What do you think, privy ? Is that the vibrator ? Or is it the wire up her ass ? Or the one in her pussy. ``
'' Oh, fuck ! '' King John moaned, his turncock stiff at attention now. He watched his wife tremble, his finger's breadth still on the button, eyes getting wide.
'' John the Divine. King John, enough, '' Lora said. She reached across the table and pulled the gimmick away from him. They heard a crash as the glassful slid out of Marie 's hand and exploded on the floor.
'' I 'm not going to recite you, '' Lora said with a laugh. `` You can figure it for yourself. '' She put the device back in her handbag. `` Or you can ask your wife. ``
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Back in the elbow room, John had Marie striptease naked then took her up the ass for the first time, her on her mitt and knee, a leather hood over her head ( Lora insisted ), and clover clamps on her nipples. privy felt like he was in a flick and fucked his wife 's ass for a retentive, recollective clip. Fantasy after phantasy played out in his drumhead, his ducky movie clips, mental image of her down in the hotel lounge just a few bit ago, the look on Lora 's human face as she handed over his brilliantly, shiny new wife to him.
Marie fucked back just as hard. Lora had brought her to the bound over and over but it was always dildoes or fingers or vibrators, she had n't had a turncock inside her for a calendar week before Lora took her away, so it had been over three workweek since her concluding roll in the hay. And now John was using her ass, like she 'd seen in the film and dreamed about over and over. She could n't ask him, he would hold thought it was sick, twisted, frightful. It was one thing for him to watch those picture show, but if he knew his married woman had the same fantasy, he would own gone loony. That 's what she had thought. Now she knew better. All that wasted meter. prison term they had to make up for. She and Lora had a plan but they would recount St. John about it later. Later. After he finished fucking her. She came again and again, sneaking her hand along the edge of the bed to grab the range of mountains between the nipple clamps and overstretch them, hard, harder, until she felt she 'd take out off her own nipples, then just a bit more. When John came inside her, she collapsed on the bed, giving a sharp yip as the clamps bit into her mamilla one concluding time.
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'' Are you two ready for a break ? '' Lora asked.
Saint John turned and looked at her, sitting calmly in an armchair in the corner. He 'd forgotten she was there, watching, orchestrating it all.
'' Yeah, '' he managed between panting breaths. He slid backwards, sliding his limp prick out of his wife 's ass. He crawled to the head of the bed, propped up on the pillows there. Marie crawled off of the bed and across the room to Lora. Lora removed the cowling and gave her a kiss on the brow. Marie got up on her human knee, arms behind her back. Lora reached for the chain of mountains between the clamps and raised it, letting it dangle from her finger. `` I think I 'll go away these on while you finish the job. '' Marie nodded and crawled back to the bed. She climbed on and lowered her head between Gospel According to John 's legs. She took his incision in her backtalk and cleaned him gently while Lora went into the kitchen.
'' John, ice water or Fosters ? ``
'' Beer. ``
'' She 's been wanting to do that for a long time you know, '' Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator.
toilet did n't respond. His married woman 's lingua was licking the bottom of his shaft, just at the top of the ball sack. He did n't recognise if the tone or the sound was turning him on more, but his cock was responding already.
'' St. John the Apostle ? '' Lora said as she handed him the big, gamey can. `` We noticed something about your picture. ``
'' Uh, huh, '' bathroom nodded.
'' You have some darling themes. ``
John nodded again, less sheepish this time. `` I know what I like, yes. ``
'' All of the film on your Favorites -- yes, we did find your little enshroud Thomas Nelson Page -- all of them are mathematical group shot. Big groups. ``
John rested his paw on the top of his married woman 's caput, directing her back toward his cockhead.
'' Yes. ``
Lora was smooth for a second, the sounds of Marie 's spit filled the room.
'' I know a lot of men who like big girls. '' Lora said. `` A lot. ``
John nodded.
'' All over the world, John. A lot of men would care their pecker deep inside your big, rhythm, luscious tramp of a wife. ``
John pushed his wife 's question back toward his balls. She licked eagerly, her hand sliding down the bed and between her stage.
Listening to them talk about her like that turned her on. Was there any chance John would go for it ? They could suffer a wonderful life-time from now on just living on fantasy about this. What if he really wanted to do it ? She shuddered. Would he let her ? Could she take up it ? Man after countless man climbing on top of her, unknown cock after unusual cock shooting their seed into her puss. Cunt. Cunt. Cunt. Lora had made her say it over and over all workweek while she masturbated. She repeated it in her chief until she came, her body shuddering at the Holy Scripture and the touch of her fingers.
'' What do you say, John ? A man tour. I can cook the arrangements. '' Lora got up and went back to the kitchen, poured herself another crank of wine-coloured. `` She 'll need Sir Thomas More training and I 'll have to get in jot with a lot of people. You can do by the legalities, you know about that sort of thing. '' She came back into the elbow room. `` Of grade, there should n't be much more than passport employment. This is n't exactly something you write a contract about. ``
whoremaster shook his pass. `` No. No, you do n't. '' He grabbed his wife 's hair in his fist and pulled her head back, looking into her heart. `` You 're into this ? '' She lowered her eyes. `` Hey ! slew of prison term for that later. '' He bent over, pulled her finisher. She looked up and he asked, `` you 've been fantasizing about this ? ``
'' For years, '' she whispered, still looking into his eyes. `` twelvemonth. ``
Gospel According to John still felt laughable. Taking his wife around the world to help stranger in towns he 'd never been to, following Lora to all the bedroom and bagnio she 'd no doubt slept in while she was building up her retreat fund.
John let go of her hair and slid back toward the headboard.
'' All right, sleep with pig. Get me in your ass. And squat so I do n't get crushed. ``
Marie felt a haste, he 'd never talked to her that was but it made her effusion. She squatted over him and reached underneath, impaling herself on his stiff peter. She sank it all the way in, felt the sharp botheration already in her legs. She was n't going to be able-bodied to do this for more than a few seconds.
John watched her face, knew she was struggling, enjoyed it, her dedication to pleasing him, to turning herself over to this illusion. He reached for the chemical chain and yank hard, listened to her nimble scream as he tore off the pap clamps.
Lora watched her Friend try to keep her counterbalance while she fucked her husband, watched the look on his face as she struggled. She smiled. He was hooked, she 'd won, her Quaker was going to get her fantasy.
She took out a small notebook and started writing down dates and cities.

END of CHAPTER 1 ( workweek 1-4 )