Samantha's surprise

Meanwhile, across town, Samantha and Ruby squirmed. Mike had not been very happy with his wife. Or, possibly, he didn't care at all and was just taking the excuse to mess with her. In fact, he loved her deeply, and it was the second thing. But it worked out the same way in the end.

First, both women had been stripped naked, spanked until they cried and made to stand naked on the front porch for an hour, hands on their heads while the whole neighbourhood drove by and honked their horns. A paperboy on a bicycle (over 18, of course) had stopped for a while to take lots of photographs of Samantha, who he recognised as a cop, and share them with all his friends from school.

Then, Mike had brought them inside, spanked them a few more times and had them take turns sucking his cock, on pain of additional spanking. Of course, Samantha was pretty tough, but Mike was a former quarterback, so he could easily overpower her and she had to do what he said.

He'd cum all over Samantha's face, and her big tits, then **** Ruby to give her a hug so the cum would get all over her as well. Finally, the women had been oiled, dusted from tit to toe in itching powder and shoved into the same skin-tight sleeping bag. Lip to lip, hip to hip, nipple to nipple. With nothing to do but... squirm.

And squirm they did.

Until a few hours later, when there was a knock on the door, and Peggy Jackson came in. Followed shortly by Nina Reyes. She looked down at the sleeping bag, where it lay on the living room floor, and said "This is her?"

"Yep."

"She's really your wife?"

"Yep."

"So why are you selling her?"

Mike shrugged. "I don't know. It's funny. Anyway, here are her old high school spanky pants. These are the exact ones she was wearing that night. Make her wear them. Her ass has gotten too big for them now, so don't forget to tease her about that."

There was a muffled noise from inside the sleeping bag, where Samantha could hear every word. Mike gave it a friendly poke, and said "She acts like she's so tough, but she cries really easily if you spank her. Sometimes criminals get the better of her, and pull her pants down and spank her ass. She hates that. Oh, and nipple clamps drive her insane."

"Interesting," said Peggy. Nina was taking notes. Another muffled, frantic noise came from inside the inescapable sleeping bag. "So she's been planning this prank for ages?"

"Years, at least. She sure got you girls pretty good! There was a piece about it in Time Magazine. They said it was a triumph of the American spirit."

Peggy sighed. "Whatever. I don't even care. Anything else you can tell us about her?"

"Sure! Here's her private diaries, and her laptop, and her full internet search history, and her favourite vibrator. Do you know what she calls it?"

"No."

"She calls it Mike. Isn't that cute?"

"That is pretty cute," admitted Peggy, as Nina picked up the sleeping bag. "And Ruby's in here as well, right?"

"Yep."

"So we'll have your wife back to you in..."

"Ah, take your time. You girls have a lot of catching up to do."