Go home and show off for John Stone's wife

Melissa so badly wanted to be the best kitty. She wanted John Stone to pat her on the head and call her a good girl. And she knew the first thing she had to do. If she was going to be the best kitty, she had to accept that the White Piss Kitty was what she was now.

"The best kitty..." John Stone grinned. The room smelled of urine. "is the one who most impresses my wife."

John Stone's wife? Melissa was shocked. She had no idea John Stone had a wife. And she'd have been sad and mortified, if she didn't know immediately what she had to do. She had to impress this wife. She had to impress her more than Sonia did. She had to be the best kitty for both of them

"Ready Black Kitty?" John Stone asked?

Sonia meowed.

"Ready White Kitty?"

Melissa meowed. That was her now.

Twenty minutes later, John Stone was walking through the door of his suburban house, with both kitties leashed up, next to him. Once inside he called to his wife. "Honey... I have a surprise for you."

"What's that?" An voice with a British accent called from the other room.

John looked down at the kitties and smiled. "Know that fantasy of mine, about bringing home a couple piss pets for our amusement?"

"Of course" the voice rang out

"Why do you tell me it's impossible?" John asked

"Because no women would ever demean herself that way."

"How about two women?" John smiled. And finally his wife made an appearance. She was pretty. In her early 40's probably like John, with dark hair, down to her shoulders and big b-cups.

She froze immediately upon seeing the kitties, leashed, naked in her house. "You can't be serious."

Melissa felt great. She'd helped prove John Stone right.

"They won't really..." The wife asked while cracking a smile.

"They'll do whatever I tell them to. Watch." John Stone tugged on the leashes. "Kitties... follow me."

And White Kitty and Black Kitty followed John Stone as he lead them down a hallway into the bathroom. Mrs. Stone followed too.

Melissa knew something good was going to happen. Only good things could happen in the bathroom. And sure enough, once there, John Stone took out his immaculate cock, pointed it at the toilet and his great golden nectar began to spray forth.

Something about seeing it made Melissa mad with lust and she sprinted forward on all fours toward it. But Black Kitty got there first, shoving her face between John Stone and the toilet, opening her mouth, letting it fill up with his liquid gift then swallowing it down.

White Kitty was filled with jealousy. And she still wanted to get as much pee as she could as it sprayed every direction. So she leaned in and started to lick the rim of the toilet. It was cold, but the taste she was looking for was there. It was enough to satisfy her. And along with it came a couple old pubic hairs. She did her best to swallow them down.

"What do you think?" John Stone turned to his wife.

"Can we keep them?" And although her accent naturally suggested sophistication, it was clear that Mrs. Stone actually possessed none. "I want to ruin them" She smiled.

"Of course." John Stone answered. "I brought them home so you could tell me which one you liked best."

Mrs. Stone bit her lip in thought. "I don't know what I'd do to help me decide."

"You had some definite ideas the other day."

White Kitty and Black Kitty perked up. Clearly both wanted badly to impress Mrs. Stone

"Yeah," She said, hesitating, "But that was in theory. I'd never actually make a person do that sort of thing."

"Well I have good news" John Stone said. "These aren't people"

And White Kitty and Black Kitty wiggled their asses, their butt plug tails wagging behind them.

Mrs. Stone smiled.