your wife takes charge

You stare blankly at your wife, your mind spinning. “Is she angry …at least she hasn’t walked out… yet…what can I say…what will Sarah do…god my wife looks hot!”

“ John, I asked you a question. Didn’t you hear me?” your wife says. “How was Sarah? Did she suck well? Is that your semen over her breasts?”

She walks up to Sarah, who is looking at her like a bird looks at a snake. She is still holding your cock, but that’s pretty limp now.

“Well, Sarah, it seems my husband is stricken dumb. So you’ll have to answer my questions”

Sarah gulps.

“Have you fucked my husband before?”

“No, Mrs. Doe.”

“But you’ve fucked other men haven’t you?”

“Yes, Mrs Doe.”

“Men like my husband who arrange for you to come for babysitting visits?”

“Yes, Mrs Doe.”

This interrogation is beginning to make you horny. You had no idea that Sarah, such a nice girl, whose family were conservative Baptists, put out regularly. You start thinking of what you were missing on the other times when you just drove her home after babysitting at your house. You sometimes thought Sarah was trying to signal something to you but put it down to wishful thinking on your part.

“How many?”

“Maybe ten, Mrs Doe.”

“Is that all?”

“Well, yes, Mrs Doe, if you're asking about men who get me to babysit.”
As you wonder who else she’s done and fantasize thinking of some of your friends being sucked off, slamming their cocks into her pussy or having her ride them her massive tits flopping as she bounced up and down, your own cock hardens. Sarah notices this and surreptitiously strokes it with her thumb.

Your wife turns to you. “See, John? The wonderful babysitter isn't so innocent after all. No, she’s a slut. Her …. activities are well known. Some of my friends like Jane Rochester tell me about it. Now was she any good… she has quite a reputation, I’d hate to hear she let you down. Well John?”

“Yeah,” you finally mumble. “She was good.”

“Sarah, tell my husband what you did at Mrs. Rochester’s house last week.”

Sarah blushes- her eyes flick from looking at your wife to looking at you then back to your wife. She mutters something. She squeezes your cock which her body half hides from your wife’s vision.

“Don’t be so stupid! You are a ridiculous sight, naked, your breasts coated with my husband’s semen! Don’t pretend to be too shocked to tell. Come on, you little tramp! Tell my husband just what sort of a whore you are!” Your wife leans over Sarah's body and slaps her face hard.

“Ouch! Mrs. Doe don’t do that!”

“Why not? I thought you like rough trade!”

You remember your wife always did, how sometimes when making love she would be very aggressive, pushing you around, slapping, biting or pummelling you while at other times she would expect you to do the same to her. She slaps Sarah’s other cheek then twists both of Sarahs nipples leaning over further and exposing her cleavage as she does.

Sarah whimpers.

You stare at your wife’s body- she looks so hot.

“Tell my husband what you did or I’ll march you out of this house just as you are!”

“Yes, Mrs Doe.”