Welcome to Our Perverted, Patriarchal, Patriotic Future

Author's note: The politics in this story are for titillation purposes only. Nothing should be taken seriously. All characters are over 18.

You walk into your house. It's clean, quiet, and smells of dinner. "Hi honey!" Amber greets you at the door, wearing what she's usually wearing. "How was work?"

You work at a place called Revealing Truth. You're one of hundreds of employees who take reports on people being unpatriotic, look into their past, their online history, and publish all the information you can about heir anti-American activities. It's important that everyone loves their country and understands just how special America is, especially since it entered its new era of greatness around a decade ago, when all Amendments were repealed and the Constitution and country were returned to the original intent, securing a nation for real patriots: straight, white, Christian, landholding men.

And after a long day at work it's good to come home to a wife like Amber who loves America, and knows exactly what you want every day when you walk through the doors. She steps up to you, hands on your chest and gives you a kiss. Then she slides her hands down to your crotch and starts to rub.

"it's so good to have the man of the man of the house back. I've been getting wetter and wetter all day waiting for you." More or less, this is how she greets you every day. Her chest heaves. Her mouth is perpetually open in an aroused smile.

Once your bulge is sizable inside your pants, she slides her bikini bottoms down her toned thighs then turns around and arches her back for you.

Quickly, you pull your cock free from your pants and hold it up to her always eager, bald, wet, twat. Then push it in. This happens every day and you've still not grown tired of fucking her (how could you?), and she's still tight (although like most good women who please their men multiple times a day, she's had a few surgeries to tighten things up).

You slip your right hand into her long blonde hair, wrap it around your fingers a few times and pull hard. Amber hisses in delight. She loves when you fuck her like a slut. Of course she does, she’s a woman.

“What did you do today?” You ask as you thrust against her. This is how you check in, every day.

“I cleaned the house… and washed the dishes… did the laundry… and cooked.” It’s not long before she’s breathing heavily, her sweaty body heaving against yours. “But I forgot to water the plants.”

You reach your free hand around her and from a good distance, bring it down hard on her pussy with an echoing slap.

Amber’s whole body jolts as she lets out a yip. And you relent. Forgetting the plants is a minor infraction. No need dolling out too much punishment.

“Anything else happen?” You ask, pulling your soaking cock out of her wet slit, but not close to done yet. You reposition it at her puckered asshole and aggressively shove it in.

Her body tightens as it always does when you take her ass. “There were… cops down the street a bit ago.”

“Why?” The sound of your flesh slapping against hers fills the air. The smell of sex fills the room.

“I don’t… know. My stupid… girl brain couldn’t figure out how to find out.”

You hope it’s nothing serious. Lately you’ve heard stories of nice neighborhoods being increasingly targeted by feminist terrorists and anti-white extremists.

Trying not to worry about it, you change the subject. Your thoughts turn to your daughter. “What about Kelly? Have you seen her today?” There’s nothing wrong with thinking about your daughter while you’re balls deep in your young wife’s ass. The perverts who hate America may think so, but they only think in terms of perversion. You’re simply a good father and you’ve been worried about your girl. Now that she’s over 18, she’ll need to find a nice Patriotic man and become an honorable wife.

“I think she stayed late… at churchschool.” Amber says. You can feel the exhaustion settling into her body. “You shouldn’t worry… fuck… about her. She’s turning into a… nice… attractive… American woman.”

You laugh and give her hair a harder tug and her pussy another o playful slap. “You’re not turning queer on me, are you?”

“No, Sir. I’m a slut for you and… only you.” She knows that it’s illegal for two women to have sex unless it’s at the instruction of a man. The thought of your nubile wife and another girl does turn you on from time to time. And now, it’s enough to finally make you bust your nut inside her.

You take your hands off her and she flops to all fours, panting heavily. “You look good like that.” You laugh.

“Thank you dear.” She says “I feel good like this.”

You nod. “I’m gonna go visit the other wife. It’ll just be a few minutes.” You say and head down to the basement.

One of the first things the new all-male American government did was pass laws encouraging all women to conform to a Patriotic standard of beauty. (It wasn’t only about being blonde. Being brunette was acceptable if certain weights and cup sizes were maintained). Eventually the encouragement became a requirement. But to prove that this wasn’t government overreach, it was decided that any woman who refused to conform could avoid being sent to a Patriotic Education Center (PEC) if they served perpetual house arrest and the male head of her household took ownership of her. Her husband was also allowed to remarry a second wife (or “freedom wife”) who actually reflected American ideals.

Your first wife Lauren, always an independent woman, didn’t conform. So this is how you ended up with two wives, Amber, your Freedom Wife and Lauren, your original wife. And, in your opinion, you’re pretty good to her. You let her watch whatever she wants. You let her out into the yard a few times a week. You let her clean up and come upstairs for holidays. Hell, you’re very good to her.

“Cunt! Come over here!” You command as you reach the bottom of the stairs.

Naked and collared she scampers over on all fours.

“Clean me off.” You say.

And she does her wifely duty, slipping her lips around your sweaty, filthy cock, and pushing her mouth down to your body until your member clogs the back of her throat and she gags.

Ironic that she’s in this predicament because she was once too independent. But now after years of living in the basement and watching only approved TV, she’s become the kind of obedient wife she always should have been.

The doorbell rings.

“Fuck!” You say. The fun was just getting started. Hesitantly, you pull your cock from your wife’s throat and tuck it back in your pants, zipping them up as you head up the stairs and to the door.

You open it and find your neighbor Susan standing there. “Sorry to bug you. Is this a good time?”

It’s not, but you like your neighbors, Susan, her husband Jack and their family. You wave her in into the house and offer her a beer. She’s the type of broad who is like one of the guys, but still feminine. As usual, she’s wearing a nice low outfit top that shows off her rack, understanding that’s even though she belongs to her husband, God made her body for everyone’s enjoyment. You actually used to be kinda jealous of Jack, back before you married Amber. “So, what’s up?” You ask

She looks around to make sure you’re both alone. You are. Amber is still in the kitchen, Lauren is perpetually in the basement, and Kelly is still at churchschool.

“I think we’ve got a big problem.” She answers

"What is it?" You ask