A confrontation avoided [Loyalty]

{if SYNOPSIS = true}

//argument about pics to stranger

//Kaitlyn has Loyalty SA, will protect you

//no black eye

//Kaitlyn available for special bad slutwife training later

{elseif FINAL = true}

“I... sent... I posted it on a subreddit.” There is silence.

“With your face in it?”

“Yes... but I blurred my eyes out.”

“So you are on the internet bragging about some stranger’s cock. You know that’s online forever now, right?”

“Yes... Are you mad?”

“Well... hell yeah... I’d rather we’d talked about this first... Have you posted pics before?”

“Some gonewild nudes—without showing my face...”

“You did...”

Don’t be mad. I just like to read the comments.”

“Grrr... Show me.”

There is silence for a while. I imagine that they are looking over her posts together. I wish I knew the user name so I could be looking at them too.

“You like to egg them on I see. God, I married a total slut, didn’t I?” He sounds less angry than before.

“No! Not a total slut! I only cheated on you when you told me to, baby. But when you’re gone for too long... I like to read the comments and masturbate.” Her tone is becoming more seductive. I imagine hubby is hard as a rock already.

“So my wife is trying to be good slut then?”

“Yes... I’m sorry I went too far, honey. I want to be your good slut...”

“No, get up. You aren’t getting out of trouble that easy. I’m not sure you know how to be good slut. You need some training.”

“Mmmmm... yes, sir!”

“Since you are such a little slutwife and you like comments so much, lets go to r/slutwife and ask your perverted fans what your punishment should be.”

“Really? Are you going to let them decide what to do to me?”

“Absolutely.”

I like how he thinks! Also, I like getting the early notice. I rush to the subreddit and refresh until I find the new post, noting the username. The title says, “Husband found out I’m a Slutwife and comment whore. How should he discipline me?”

I can’t resist leaving the first comment: “A slut like that needs to earn her clothes back. Spank her, then make her do the laundry naked.”

“That’s a good start! Other suggestions?”

A few other posts trickle in, getting encouragement from Kaitlyn—or her husband—

Before long I am listening to spankings and pictures being snapped. More commenters make suggestions and get quick replies. As the conversation unfolds and some punishment updates get posted, I hear their door close in the hall. I jump up and check. Indeed, Kaitlyn is quickly walking toward the elevator with a laundry basket, wearing only panties and a bra. I hurry after her, stepping quietly. She tries to be as small as possible, hiding behind the basket as she scurries.

“OHMYGOD!” She jumps back when she turns to hit the elevator button and sees me hopping inside with her. She puts a hand to the sky like she is praising god after a near-**** experience, half of laundry basket getting dumped as she clutches it with one hand.

“How are you liking the punishment I suggested?”

Her eyes go wide, then her mouth hangs in disbelief. “You didn’t!” Then she cackles, covering her own mouth to silence it.

The door closes behind me. I put my hand on her reddened ass as she bends over to collect the spilled clothing. “How else was I going to get you alone?”

“You are terrible!”

“I hear you’ve been bragging to some internet friends about my cock. I didn’t give you permission to do that, so I am going to have to punish you.” I slide a finger between her cheeks and graze her pussy.

“Oh my... another punishment?”

“I need to train you to be a bad slutwife.”

“Oh god! You are so twisted! I’m trapped in a vicious cycle.”

“If you weren’t such a slutwife to begin with, you wouldn’t be in this situation.” Her cunt is wet already. I finger her in the elevator until it opens. I follow her to the laundry room. Once inside, I watch her start loading the washing machine.

“What kind of punishment?” She presses a button and the washing machine starts. She starts to turn toward me but I stop her, pushing her chest down on the rumbling machine. I open my fly and put on a condom. She has to recognize the sound of the wrapper and the smell of the latex, but she shows no outward sign of it, stating still and looking ahead. I step behind her, pull her panties aside, and slide my cock in.

“Hey...” she protested breathlessly, in no way moving to impede me, only spreading her legs a little more. I start out slow, but quickly pick up the pace. She moans as she finishes loading the washer and turns it on.

“You need to get back right away, so I’m just going to use your pussy for a quicky.”

“Okay, hurry...”

I noisily pound her against the vibrating machine, giving her red ass a few extra slaps of my own. It only takes a few minutes until I grunt out an orgasm. She holds my thigh tight against her until I shudder out the last of my load and back away. I tie off the condom and drop it down the front of her panties as a warm souvenir. “Use that however you want to get yourself off at home.”

She touches the sloshing bulge against her clit. She looks hungry to get her own satisfaction. She holds the empty laundry basket in front of her l and leaves in a frustrated hurry.

{else}Play in game mode.{endif}