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Good Wife University (GWU) Alumni
bi bobbi jo
Part 1 - Chapter Two
Darlene
Slut Wife
Only a few weeks after leaving GWU, Darlene decided that she and
Dwayne were slipping into another rut. Dwayne worked too hard
and too much. Even the quickies at lunchtime ended when she
started working at the preschool and day care center. Neglected
wasn't what Darlene wanted to feel, but was how she felt.
If Dwayne's long work hours weren't bad enough, football season
had started, too. Dwayne was a Redskins fan, but he also watched
almost every college and professional game that was broadcast on
Saturday and Sunday.
"Ken's having a football party on Sunday," Dwayne announced when
he finally got home Friday evening. 'Football parties' were just
the guys from work getting together for beer, munchies, and a day
in front of a TV. "What? No comment?"
"Am I going to become a football widow again this year?"
Dwayne looked guilty. He felt guilty. He knew he was neglecting
his wife. They hadn't made love in days. And now he planned to
go out to drink beer and watch football with the guys again. 'I
guess I should stay home,' he thought. Then inspiration struck.
"No, you are not going to be a football widow. This year, you're
going to be a football fans' serving slave. You will do anything
and everything I tell you to, got it?"
Just hearing the word 'slave' sent a tingle through Darlene's
body. Her imagination immediately began flashing pictures of
what Dwayne might make her do. "Yes, master."
"OK, football slave," he told her. "Spend a few dollars from
your salary and buy a collar that says 'Dwayne's Slave'. Bring
that and your cheerleading outfit to Ken's house on Sunday. And
get those clothes off. Now!"
Darlene opened her mouth to object, but her mind flashed a scene
of her serving munchies in that outfit, being leered at by
Dwayne's co-workers. She imagined him ordering, 'No panties.'
And she was horny. Frustrated. She took off the baggy shorts
and baggier T-shirt while she glared at her husband, still a
little angry. Then he got the toy box out of the closet and
ordered her to the back yard.
"I can't go outside like this," she protested.
"Slaves have no choice," he told her. "I'll gag you and carry
you out if I have to."
"Well, you'll have to," she snapped, hoping to goad him into
action. It worked. Nylon cuffs tightened around her wrists and
a rope wrapped around her ankles. Dwayne threw her over his
shoulder and carried her to the back yard, giving her bare bottom
stinging swats as he walked. Once in the back yard, he sat her
on a swing on the kid's swing set, eliciting a shrill squeal as
her bare bottom made contact with the cold metal.
"I need another set of cuffs," he grumbled as he secured each of
her wrists high up on the chains. He held her legs out straight
and looped the rope around an ankle, then tied it off high on the
chain. Her legs still had lots of freedom. She could even pull
up on the wrist cuffs to lift herself off the cold seat.
It was a familiar position, one that she loved. She liked being
eaten while in bondage, especially when she was exposed outside
the house. The danger of being seen by a neighbor or the kids or
a cop or whoever added an extra bit of excitement. She loved
being fucked. She loved the stars, the crisp air, and being
teased until she agreed to be a slut cheerleading slave maid for
a bunch of beer drinking football fans next Sunday.
--==*==--
"This is embarrassing," Darlene blushed, standing in Ken and
Judy's kitchen. "I... Well, I promised... It's like this. It's
a fantasy and well, I'm... I promised Dwayne I'd be his... I'm
supposed to be a maid for all the guys and show off a little
and..."
"I know," Judy laughed. They weren't close friends but they had
known each other for two years and were something more than just
acquaintances. "Ken told me about your little visits to hubby at
the shop. He says you promised Dwayne to do anything he says."
"Yeah," Darlene answered bashfully, looking at the tabletop,
unable to meet Judy's eyes.
"Well, go ahead," Judy laughed at her older friend. "I'm going
to be a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader. According to Ken, Dwayne's
been bragging about your new outfit. Is it really as nasty as
I've heard?"
"I don't even know," Darlene giggled. "A while back I surprised
him by dressing up in my daughter's junior high cheerleader
outfit. It was way too short and way too tight. At first, he
said that he wanted me to wear it today. Then he changed his
mind and said that he got something special for the party. He
kept it at the shop. The guys have all seen it, but I haven't."
"I haven't seen my outfit either. I'll kill Ken if it's as bad
as yours sounds. Mine's in our bedroom. I guess yours is too.
Is that what was in the bag Dwayne brought?"
"Yeah," Darlene blushed. "We stopped by the shop after church to
pick it up."
Judy was cute and young, around twenty-two. Darlene hadn't
asked. She taught aerobics classes and had the body to prove it.
Her long, light brown hair was always in a ponytail, but her most
striking feature was her big amber eyes. At least, that's what
Darlene noticed first. Men tended to see her legs, often noting
that, "you can see daylight between her thighs."
In the bedroom, Judy quickly stripped to her bikini panties and
opened the box with her uniform, a cheap imitation of the
standard uniform for Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders but more
revealing. "I should have guessed," Judy laughed as she put it
on.
Although Darlene continued exercising after leaving GWU, she
still carried extra weight in her butt and thighs. Her bust
remained large, giving her an hourglass figure that most men
loved. Judy reminded Darlene of Debbie, another fitness nut,
with the same bouncy personality and bubbling energy. Judy was
already dressed before Darlene managed to undress and open her
bag.
"Ditto," she groaned when she looked in the bag. She pulled out
the garment on top that consisted mostly of thin elastic straps,
hardly more than strings.
"The guys are going to love you in that," Judy giggled. "Even
Ken."
"He won't even look at me," Darlene contradicted. "He'll only
see you."
"Variety's the spice of life. He's already seen me naked."
"And me almost naked."
"And he talked about your butt until I was ready to kill him."
"You're kidding." Darlene was really surprised... and secretly
pleased.
"No, I'm not. He says I could use a little more padding,
especially up here," the younger woman chuckled, cupping under
her bust.
"I have too much," Darlene sighed, twisting the little garment
around again. "I guess it'd spoil the effect if I wore panties
with this."
"Doesn't it have one attached?"
"Yes, but it's crotchless. Split all the way and it has a
keyhole opening in the front, see?"
"Boy, he really does want you to show off your sexy body."
"Do you really think I'm sexy looking?"
"Definitely," Judy told her, careful not to add 'in a mature way'
or any other qualifier. Darlene was definitely sexy, a fox at
any age, but especially for a mid-thirties housewife. She had
lost thirty pounds since early spring, which was the last time
Judy had seen her.
Darlene pulled the maid costume up her legs and positioned the
two strings firmly up in her butt crack and the elastic waistband
over the swell of her hips. Garter straps were attached to the
elastic waistband to tickle her bare butt cheeks. There was a
shiny black satin front to the bottom but the keyhole shaped
cutout exposed all of her pussy and some bare flesh surrounding
it. A semi-sheer, lace-trimmed apron barely covered the cutout
but the slightest movement left her completely exposed. The top
was of the same shiny black satin. A small panel over her
midriff and an underwired half-cup bra with wide-set straps
attached to a lacy white collar that closed around her neck with
Velcro. Judy helped tie the string that snugged the underwires
under Darlene's breasts. White semi-sheer, lace-trimmed cups
covered her breasts but her dark areolas showed through the thin
fabric.
"These stick on with Velcro," Darlene noted, pulling one of the
cups away, then carefully replacing it.
"And fishnet stockings," Judy laughed. "Men. They're all the
same."
"I've never worn fishnet stockings in my life," Darlene laughed,
pulling one up her legs.
"They're uncomfortable in heels," Judy told Darlene. "I wore a
costume kind of like yours last Halloween except it wasn't quite
as skimpy. It came with fishnet pantyhose."
They discovered that standard garter snaps were hard to fasten
onto the fishnets that Dwayne had bought, but they managed. "You
look absolutely sluttish," Judy chuckled.
"I keep telling myself that I promised," Darlene groaned. "But I
just can't go out in this. I just... Oh, shit. I promised.
What's worst of all is that everybody will probably smell how
turned on I am."
"Whatever floats your boat," Judy laughed, picking up pompons and
skipping out.
"Wow!" the men gasped when they saw Judy. "Double wow!" Ken
added when Darlene appeared. The other men were struck dumb.
Dwayne smiled, proud of his wife--her body, her breasts, her
bravery--everything. "Love it, hon'," he smiled, getting up to
French her deeply and cup his hands on her bare bottom to the
hoots from his co-workers.
She was a little afraid Dwayne would want her to service all the
men in some way, but there was just some playful touching. And
lots of showing off. When Darlene shed the heels because they
were so uncomfortable, the men asked for half-time entertainment,
so both wives danced to the band music. The bra cups were
snatched off early in the second half. Judy refused to remove
her top, saying she couldn't compete with Darlene's boobs.
Calvin suggested that Darlene shave. Dwayne told him, "Maybe
next time."
"What? You're going to have me nude?"
"Would you mind?" he asked.
"Not if it turns you on," she answered after a moment of thought.
"It definitely does that," he told her, with all eight of his
co-workers agreeing enthusiastically.
"Well I'm turned on, too," she told him, smiling. "You're
definitely going to get worked over when we get home."
"You, too."
Midway through the late game, Darlene called home again to check
on the kids. Jennifer reported that David, Katy and Crystal were
already asleep in bed but that David wouldn't go to sleep when he
was told to. "Donnie and me are just going to bed now. Are you
and dad having fun?"
"Yes. See you in the morning."
"Are you going to pay me tomorrow morning?" Jennifer asked.
"First thing," Darlene promised. "Good night."
Dwayne made Darlene wear the sexy outfit for the ride home.
Actually, all he had to do was ask, and play with her pussy while
he drove. He licked her pussy in the living room, then helped
pick up the mess the kids left, then ate her pussy again in the
bedroom. Darlene was in heaven when he finally fucked her while
she frigged herself to another orgasm before falling asleep in
the outfit.
--==*==--
For the rest of the fall, Dwayne's family got into a groove
rather than a rut. Monday through Saturday were for work and the
kids. The family never missed a ball game, school event, or
teacher conference. After church on Sunday was reserved for
football and sex.
Darlene was careful to dress conservatively most of the time.
She limited her flashing and 'wife slut' scenes to a small group
of Dwayne's coworkers. She didn't want her kids teased or
harassed about her dress or behavior. Once in a while, she let
Dwayne talk her into wearing an extra short skirt or showing
cleavage out in public, if they were reasonably sure that they
wouldn't meet anyone who might object.
Darlene stayed hooked on the Internet, learning more about the
family computer. She regularly chatted on-line with her old
classmates and professors from GWU on a closed channel or in
GWU's password protected 'family' listserv. Each time she sat
down at the workstation, she set a kitchen timer to remind her
when it was time to log off. Without that reminder, she had
often forgotten the time and neglected necessary chores.
With her travels about the adult entertainment circuit, Lucy used
e-mail through the listserv and chats to stay in touch with her
friends, most of whom were connected with GWU. Lucy expressed
strong opinions about almost everything, but especially nude
dancing and her own independence. Clarice and others, including
her mother, were always after Lucy to settle down to married
life. Lucy insisted that she was a free spirit. "I'll settle
down and get married when I'm ready."
Over the Columbus Day weekend, Darlene found Lucy in a live chat.
She confessed that the family was doing better thanks to her job
in the pre-school but moaned about the car breaking down and
never having enough money.
<DarGal> We hv nuthin in savings agn
<LooseC> Uv told me how u get off showing ur bod. Get paid 4
it
<DarGal> Rite. me? strip? who'd pay me? maybe to keep my
clothes on LOL
<LooseC> Ud b surprised
Lucy said she was performing at a club in Maryland in a few
weeks. "It's less than an hour's drive from your place. Give it
a try, gal." What finally convinced Darlene was when Lucy
suggested that it would please Dwayne. "He likes for you to show
off. You might as well make some money off it. I bet he'll
really get off on it. Have him play pimp and send you out. I
bet you can convince him it's his idea."
Her timer went 'ding' so Darlene said goodbye and logged off. As
she fixed supper for the family, she kept imagining stripping
nude in a club full of strangers. In her mind, the idea seemed
exciting. It was scary, but so was showing off in front of
Dwayne's coworkers the first time. Every Sunday since the start
of football season, her exhibitions had become more and more
daring. To both Darlene and Dwayne, each was also more and more
exciting.
They all made her activities a game. Dwayne made unlikely bets
and the other guys bet cash against her clothing and services.
The second weekend of the season, she started out dressed in a
micromini, halter, and heels with a little decorative apron. By
half time, she was down to panties and heels. At the end of the
game, she wore only the apron and heels.
As the season progressed, Darlene eventually was serving beer in
the nude except for spike-heeled shoes. Before she went beyond
showing her body, Darlene insisted that the guys get permission
from their wives or girl friends. She listened in and even
talked to most of the wives and was surprised when most agreed
that she could "give him a hand job" to pay off a bet.
There were enough upsets that Dwayne collected a couple hundred
dollars to put in the family savings account. But Dwayne usually
lost, and Darlene progressed to shaving her pussy in front of the
group, then masturbating for them, first with her fingers and a
week later with various toys and vegetables, and finally allowing
them to fondle and suckle her nipples.
Darlene and Dwayne had to pick up the kids and Maria after the
guys left. It had been their turn to host the football party.
Maria took their brood to the zoo and a movie. She loved it.
"The more kids, the better," Maria told Darlene with a smile.
Maria and Jennifer had remained fast friends since the weekend in
Virginia Beach during their GWU session. On the way to the zoo,
Darlene asked her husband, "How far do you want this to go?"
He knew exactly what she was talking about. "I was hoping you'd
want to talk about it. All the guys want to fuck you but..."
After a few moments of silence, Darlene spoke again. "I know.
That giant 'but'. I don't want to commit adultery. It _is_ a
religious thing for me. My problem is that I'm not sure where to
stop. I... Dwayne, love, I... Geez, how do I tell you this?"
Dwayne pulled the car to the curb so he could face her while they
talked privately. "Be completely honest with me," Dwayne told
his wife, reaching out to take her hand.
"It's just that the idea, the fantasy of being fucked by half a
dozen guys or even a dozen or more is so... exciting," Darlene
choked out, barely maintaining her composure. "But I don't want
to actually do it. It's just a fantasy. A pretty exciting one."
"Thank God," Dwayne sighed. "I'm the same way. As a fantasy,
it's wild, but I agree with you. More than agree. I don't want
anybody else fucking you."
"Which brings us back to how far I go," Darlene sighed. "I kind
of like all the guys and I already called... Would beating them
off be OK?" Dwayne looked back at his wife. "Your turn to be
completely honest," she grinned. "Completely and totally."
"My fantasy, kind of an idea, was titty fucks," he told her with
a blush.
"They all _do_ kind of get off on my puppies, don't they?"
Darlene giggled, cupping under her breasts, which were now
properly encased in a bra covered by a sweatshirt.
"So do I. I was thinking maybe the line is penetration."
"I don't trust any of them enough to swallow their come, so I
won't open my mouth and eat their spunk either."
"Good. I hadn't thought of that."
"I did. I was worried we'd let things get out of hand. I...
I've imagined it all, getting fucked 'til I'm sore and stuff."
"We ought to invite Maria to do a strap-on thing," Dwayne said.
"Order her to is more like it. To really get off, she has to be
forced to do nasty things."
"That's just an excuse."
"Not for Maria. And we better get her before she goes nuts with
the kids. We're late."
But Maria had the whole brood lined up with their mouths open
like hungry baby birds, tossing pieces of popcorn at a partner
across the sidewalk. From Jennifer to Crystal, they were having
a ball and Maria was joining in on the fun. "You're incredible,"
Darlene laughed, opening the side door of the van.
"I just like kids," Maria smiled back, herding them in and
buckling seat belts.
Crystal fell asleep in seconds and Kaitlyn, the six year old,
dropped off before they got home. Dwayne carried Kaitlyn up to
bed. Maria took Crystal. Once the kids were tucked in, the
adults settled at the kitchen table.
"Thanks a world for taking the kids," Darlene told Maria again.
"I loved it. I miss my family but it was time for me to leave."
"So, how are you doing otherwise?" Dwayne asked.
"I'm broke."
"Not completely," Dwayne said, holding two twenty-dollar bills
out to her.
"Thanks," she smiled. "But child care and the kitchen at Roy
Rogers don't pay a living wage. I want to go to college for at
least a little bit before I get married. Peggy would chew me out
but I still don't know what I want to do with my life other than
have a bunch of babies and a big, happy family of my own."
"Clarice would be right with you," Darlene laughed.
"Come on in here, Jen'," Maria called over Darlene's head. "I
see you. You're a teenager now, almost an adult. You don't have
to sneak around. Just come in and sit down with the adults."
Jennifer sheepishly crept into the kitchen, a worried look on her
face. Maria smiled broadly and looked directly at Darlene.
"Clarice is going to spank your bottom good. Why haven't you
told your daughter about her clitoris? Jen told me about your
talk, what you told her about sex. No cock in her puss, butt, or
mouth. But you didn't tell her anything else, so I'm going to
stay over and teach her to masturbate... unless you object real
strong."
Darlene's first thought was how much she liked the remnants of
Maria's accent, how she put the accent on 'tur' when she said
masturbate and how she trilled the 'r' a bit. But she knew that
she had been avoiding the talks she needed to have with Jennifer
and was relieved that Maria was so close to her daughter.
"I admit it. I've been avoiding it. With my kids, I'm still a
little inhibited. I guess it was the way I was brought up."
"The way _you_ were brought up? How about me? Geez," Maria
growled. "Well, I think Dwayne ought'a spank your bottom good
for neglecting your motherly duties."
"That might be fun," Darlene giggled. Then she remembered that
her 14-year-old daughter was listening.
"She knows you're kinky," Maria told Darlene. "Don't 'cha."
"Well..." Jennifer hedged.
"You've gotta have coffee if you stay up late with the adults,"
Maria snickered. "I'm disappointed that you haven't offered."
Darlene apologized and started a pot. "So how are you guys doing
these days?" Maria asked.
"Getting along," Dwayne answered.
"That doesn't sound real great," Maria frowned at him. Together,
Dwayne and Darlene described their non-sexual lives since leaving
GWU. While things were a little better, the couple admitted that
there was always part of a month left at the end of the money.
"I know what you mean," Maria sighed. "That's why I'm going to
start working as a stripper. I'm going to save up enough money
for two years of college."
"You're not serious! You?" Darlene gasped in surprise.
"I have to," she smiled back. "I can't go back home. I have a
big family, too, and they're barely making it. You should have
heard mom when I told her."
"You told your mother?"
"I won't hide anything from her," Maria said. "Well, not much,
anyway. I didn't tell her everything about GWU. But I told her
I wasn't going to be promiscuous or dirty or anything. I'm just
going to take off my clothes and dance for men who pay to see my
naked body. That's all. You ought to think about it, too."
"I have. Lucy said she's going to be at a club just outside DC
in Maryland. I'm supposed to go see her. I haven't even had a
chance to talk to Dwayne about it yet."
"Or me," Jennifer said. "My mother, a stripper? Ick!"
"She'd be a beautiful stripper," Maria told the girl. "And she'd
make more money so she could get you guys some things and pay off
some bills and everything. She can work late so she's home when
you get off school. She won't have to pay a babysitter 'cause
your dad will be home. It's something to think about."
"But what if somebody at school found out?"
"Why don't you tell 'em, eh? Once everybody knows, it's a 'so
what?' thing, you know?" Maria advised. "That's why I told my
mom and dad." She laughed. "I even invited my dad to come watch
me so he could be sure I didn't do anything nasty. I'll die if
he actually comes to see me, though. Can you imagine?"
"Dad's seen me with no clothes," Jennifer pointed out.
"But not dancing sexy for a bunch of strangers."
"Yeah. I guess that'd be different."
"Very. So, Darlene. Are you going to try it?"
"I'll think about it. Dwayne and Jennifer and I will have to
talk about it."
"I've made up my mind. It's the only job I can find that will
pay enough for me to live on my own and still go to college. I
have convinced myself that I have to, that I'm being forced to do
it. It's this little voice in my mind, my mental mistress. If
you want to hear a kinky story, I'll tell you about it."
"Sure," Darlene said, glancing at her husband and daughter.
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