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THE NERD Part 4 My Sister

Kathy got rid of her ex boyfriend Steve. She apologized to me,
which was a first, for cheating and making a fool of me. Steve
was her first boyfriend and they had to break up when he was sent
to prison. He was her first love and when she ran into him one
day she just got carried away. They came up with the idea of him
pretending to be her brother so that they could resume their
relationship. Later she realized what a jerk he was and that it
was me she loved, not Steve. She knew she had been a bad girl,
but she would make it up to me with lots of hugs and kisses. She
was letting me make love to her whenever I wanted, although I had
to wear a thick condom. These condoms were so thick that it
greatly reduced the pleasure I got from having sex. For Kathy it
was the opposite. The condoms had ridges and bumps on them that
gave her plenty of thrills, and she had great orgasms.

 I knew that Stan, Brian and Steve had not worn condoms so I
asked her why I had to. "Billie your cock is to small to pleasure
me, so it's either wear these super thick condoms or go back to
jerking off."

She probably did not remember that I had seen Stan's penis and it
was about the same size as mine, however I knew if I disagreed
with her it just made her mad.

I did not want to tell her that sometimes I got so little
sensation through the condom that I could not come. I would jerk
off after Kathy went to sleep. I still had to suck her after
making love. It did not seem right that Kathy got to come twice
while I had to use my hand. Still I guess it's better than before
when I couldn't put it in.

Another change; now she kissed me each morning, but she would not
let me French kiss her. She told me I knew where she wanted to be
French kissed, and it was not her mouth. 

Other things did not change. I still did most of the cooking.
"You are so much better at that than I am," she purred. On
weekends I still did the housecleaning, and washed all the
clothes. Again, according to her reasoning, I was more
experienced. She was home all day but she spent it watching TV,
reading romance novels, or at her health club.

One evening I got a phone call from my sister, Mary. She was
crying so hard that it was difficult to make out what she was
saying. Apparently her husband had run off with another women. He
cleaned out their joint bank account before he left. Now she had
no money and the rent was overdue. They had impounded all her
furniture. Could she come and stay with us until she got things
straightened out?

I had to ask Kathy, of course, if she could come, and I was
delighted when she said yes. I told her my wife had given her
approval. This was my real sister, not like that phony brother
Kathy had. {See part3}

When she arrived at the door, I was a little shocked. Mary had
always been on the heavy side, but now she was just fat. Still,
she was young and in good health so I suppose she could handle
that weight. Kathy found it amusing when she saw the size of
Mary. "What happened to you Billie? Where you the runt of the
litter?"

Mary was so happy she actually kissed Kathy's hand. "Thank you so
much for letting me come. I had nowhere else to go. I didn't know
what to do."

"That's OK," Kathy replied. "I'm sure I'll find you something to
do."

We got her settled in the spare bedroom. She did not have many
clothes so unpacking was easy, and I was pleasantly surprised to
see she had a good car.

That night in bed I thanked her again for letting my sister come.
"Show your thanks by getting your tongue in my pussy. I want to
come all over your face."

I was used to Kathy moaning some when I suck her off, but this
time she was very vocal. I was sure Mary could hear us, and with
Kathy saying, "Suck harder," she knew what we were doing.

The next morning I left for work feeling good. I was helping my
sister over a rough spot, and my wife was thinking of somebody
other than herself. Had I known what was going to happen, I would
have been very depressed.

This is what Mary told me several weeks later.

I am an early riser, so after making coffee I thought it would be
a nice gesture to offer Kathy one, if she was awake. I wanted to
show her in a small way how appreciative I was. When I entered
her bedroom I saw her sitting at her dresser brushing her hair.
She was a beautiful woman. I wondered how you got her to marry
you.

"Would you like a coffee Kathy? I just made it fresh."

"Never enter my bedroom without knocking first. Let's get the
ground rules settled. You are going to be my maid for as long as
you are here. You can call me mistress. That's not necessary when
Billie is around, but under no circumstances are you to say my
name. Now go make my breakfast. Bring it to me on a tray, and
remember knock first, then curtsy after entering."

Was this the same woman that seemed so nice last night? I did not
have a lot of options, so I decided to go along with it for now.
When I returned with her breakfast I curtseyed like she told me.

 Kathy had a smirk on her face saying, " You look ridiculous.
After breakfast, I am taking you out to get you a maid's uniform.
That is, if they make them that big. Maybe I'll have to settle
for a tent."

We went shopping. I had to use my car and do the driving. Kathy
rode in the back. She said it was more dignified that way. What
she bought me was a French maid outfit. It was way too small for
me. Since I am stout, I needed loose flowing garments. That was
tight and ridiculously short. I was so embarrassed, and Kathy was
laughing at my humiliation.

"As long as you please me, you can put this on after Billie
leaves in the morning, and take it off before he comes home."

That afternoon I gave her a massage, bathed her, and washed her
hair. Then she had me prepare dinner. When you got home you were
pleased you did not have to make dinner, only help me with the
dishes and cleanup.  I noticed the first thing you did when you
got home was make her a cocktail. You worked all day, yet you
made her a cocktail! I could see that I was not the only one she
bossed around.

The next morning I got more instructions. "As soon as Billie
leaves in the morning I want you in here sucking my cunt. Billie
sucks me off each night and you will do the same each morning. I
expect you to do it with enthusiasm and keep it up until I am
well satisfied and push you away. After that, put on your uniform
and make my breakfast."

Why was she so mean to me? To look at her you would think she was
an angel. Shoulder length blond hair framed her beautiful face.
She had a body most women would die for. She just oozed sex
appeal; yet she had the personality of a witch.

After lunch she was off to the health club to play some tennis,
and work on her tan by the pool. Of course she had instructions
for me before she left. "My flower garden is a mess. Get all the
weeds out, dig up the soil and fertilize it. Make sure you wear
your uniform while you are doing it."

Two weeks later I made a bad mistake. She caught me fingering
myself. I may be fat but that does not mean I don't have a sex
drive. Kathy got sucked off morning and night, but she was the
only one in the house getting any sex.

"You slut. How dare you play with yourself, your job is to
pleasure me. You want sex? I'll get you sex."

She made me drive her to a rundown part of town, and park in
front of some sleazy bar. Still wearing my uniform, I followed
her in. The bar was dark even though it was mid afternoon. There
were only 5 or 6 people in the bar, all male, all black. Kathy
sat at the bar, her short skirt sliding up her leg almost to her
panties. I had to stand beside her at the end of the bar. She
ordered a rum and coke, nothing for me.

Kathy looked around, and then in a load voice said, "Who would
like some white pussy?" That got everyone's attention including
the bartender.

They all crowded around Kathy. "This must be my lucky day," a
tall lanky guy said as he leered at Kathy. 

"Not me, you dork, but you can do my maid."

"Please, can I do you instead?"
 
"Only in your dreams. Get your cock out now and start fucking her
or I am taking her somewhere else."
 
An old blanket appeared from somewhere, as they striped me and
threw me down on it. The first guy thrust into me and it hurt. I
was dry so his cock felt like a stick wrapped in sandpaper. My
agony amused Kathy as she sat at the bar watching while sipping
her drink.

My physical pain lessened as my pussy got moist, but the mental
pain was severe. I was being raped on a dirty floor by a bunch of
niggers for the amusement of Kathy. As the forth guy shot his
dirty come into me, I looked over his shoulder at Kathy. The
bartender was on his knees, between Kathy's legs, sucking her
off. She was still sitting on the barstool, legs spread, sipping
her drink and watched me being raped.

As the 5th and last guy came in my cunt, I could see Kathy
jerking the bartender's hair with both hands, forcing his face
hard into her pussy. She moaned, "This is soo hot, suck me harder
you bastard."

After her come, Kathy sat and relaxed with another drink. "If any
of you guys want to piss on my maid before she gets dressed, now
is your chance."

Of course all the guys wanted to. I kept my eyes and mouth closed
as they pissed all over me, but mainly in my face. Kathy was
delighted at my humiliation. "You guys are so much fun; I may
bring her back another time."

As I drove Kathy home, she was already making plans. "That was
great entertainment. I had my best orgasm in a long time. Next
time it has to last longer to prolong my pleasure. I want more
men next time, and I want you beaten first. Your screams while I
get sucked off will increase my enjoyment and the intensity of my
orgasm."

Back at home, after my shower, I was annoyed to find that Kathy
still wanted sex. She was still feeling horny from this
afternoon. I had to thank her for the sex I received and show my
appreciation by sucking her.

I could not believe that someone as beautiful as she could be so
twisted. Her big green eyes and turned up nose gave her a little
girl look that hid her black heart. For someone that evil, it
should show on her face, but it doesn't. She is the picture of
innocence.

You had no clue what was going on. You just seemed happy as long
as she was. I should have told you then what was happening; but
you would have never believed me.

A week later, much to my surprise, my husband Nick showed up at
the door. The young girl he had run off with had dumped him when
his money ran out.

In one way I was glad to see him, but I was embarrassed for him
to see me working as a maid. Kathy was at her health club, so I
invited Nick in for a cup of tea. Before he finished it, she came
home. I quickly tried to explain who he was, that he needed to
find a place to live, and I was just giving him a cup of tea, a
little money and would send him on his way.

Kathy examined him with a critical eye, and much to my amazement
said, " I need a chauffeur and handyman. He can stay." 

I was pleased but dismayed at her arrogance. She said, "While you
may be husband and wife, I allow no sex between my servants. If
you can't handle that, get the hell out of my house now." In
hindsight, that should have been the signal for us to get up and
go. However, we were under financial and emotional stress, and
not thinking too clearly. We nodded in agreement.

Remember when you got home Kathy announced, "Nick is going to
stay here to be my chauffeur and do anything else I might need
him for. This does not relieve you of helping Mary do the
housework." This was part of her power game, to instantly
humiliate you in front of him."

She also wanted to degrade me. "Mary, go put on your maid uniform
and show my husband how pretty you look." When I returned,
"Doesn't she look sweet Billie? And Mary, since you now have a
strange man living in your room, I want you to wear your uniform
all the time, both day and night."

 Kathy led a life of leisure while the rest of us serviced her. I
did the most. I cooked the meals, made the beds, and did the
washing and half the housework. As her maid I bathed her,
massaged her, did her nails, and brushed her hair. I also sucked
her off each morning while she had her coffee.

I know you worked hard, earning a good salary so that Kathy had
more money to spend. When you got home, the first thing you did
was make her a cocktail, then help me prepare the dinner. You
also did half the housework and helped me with the dishes and I
know you sucked her off every night.

Nick drove her in my car anywhere she wanted to go, often waiting
for an hour or two while she shopped. He did the gardening, cut
and watered the lawn, and ran errands for her like picking up or
dropping off her dry cleaning. He drove her to and from the
health club. Kathy liked to keep him waiting at the club for her;
then when he saw her coming, jump out and open the rear door for
her. This was to impress her friends and embarrass my husband. 

Kathy spent a lot of her time at her health club, doing things
like playing tennis, swimming, and lounging by the pool. She also
had a personal fitness trainer to look after her. The "princess"
should have been happy, right? Wrong, her two friends at the
health club had swimming pools in their back yards. Once Kathy
found out she wanted one.
 
As I recall, the conversation went something like this.

Kathy in a demanding voice, "Billie, I want a backyard swimming
pool. Everybody I know has one except me."

"But Kathy, you have a pool at your health club. Isn't that
enough?"

"Are you as stupid as your dopey sister? If that were enough,
would I be asking for another one? Dah!"

"But the summer is half over. Can't it wait until next spring?"

"Are you deaf as well as stupid? I want it right now. Call a
contractor, have them put a rush on it. Tell them I want it
finished in 10 days."

Once again, you gave in to her. If only you had a little more
backbone, maybe she would not be such a pain in the ass.

The next day the crew arrived. The crew chief had been told to
report to Kathy to find out what kind of pool she wanted and
where it was to go. His name was Hank. When I answered the door I
saw this tall Italian looking guy standing there. He was very
well built and had a dark tan, probably from working outside so
much. He wore cutoffs and a tight white T-shirt.

I could tell Kathy was impressed by the way she eyed him up and
down. They went out so Kathy could show him where she wanted her
pool. Then, while Hank's crew went for the equipment to start
digging, Kathy and Hank returned to the den to discuss pool sizes
and styles.

"Mary, bring us each a beer, and move your fat ass, we don't have
all day." Then to Hank she sighs," Good servants are so hard to
get." She goes out of her way to humiliate me.

I was busy working in the kitchen, listening to the sound of
digging equipment outside, when I realized I had not seen Kathy
or Hank. As I went looking for them, I saw them coming down the
stairs. "Mary, change the sheets on the bed."

I went to the master bedroom to do what she asked. The bed was a
mess and there were wet spots on the sheets. I had to know, so I
sniffed. There was no doubt, it was the smell of semen. That
bitch, she had met him less than 2 hours ago and she had fucked
him in your bed. That became a daily ritual for each of the 10
days it took to make the pool. They would go upstairs for an hour
or more, and have sex. My job was to change the sheets and make
the bed before you got home. 

I remember once I had to get something out of my room while they
were upstairs. I did not look as I hurried bye the half- open
bedroom door but I could hear her. "Oh Hank, that feels so good.
Do it harder."
A bit later, "You are wonderful. Go deep and stay. Yes, now don't
pull out, just grind on me. Aah, that's the way." On my way back
downstairs I heard, "No, no, don't thrust. I don't want you
coming yet. Stay in me and twitch your cock. That's it; keep
doing that." What a slut! Why doesn't she publish a book called,
"How to fuck Kathy?"

I wanted to tell you that you were being cuckold, but unless I
had definite proof, like a video, I knew you would never believe
me. I breathed a sigh of relief when the pool was finished and
Hank and his crew departed.

Now I thought things would return to normal. How wrong I was.
Kathy turned her attention to Nick. She started to tease him. She
was staying home now, most afternoons, to enjoy her new pool. She
would lounge around in this tiny red bikini. It was indecent. The
top barely covered her nipples and the bottom would disappear in
the crack of her bum.

She made him rub her with suntan lotion.  Lying on her stomach,
she had him concentrate on massaging her ass. When on her back,
she would spread her legs and have Nick kneel between them. She
had him apply lotion and massage her upper thighs, but not touch
her pussy. Each time she went for a dip in her pool, she would
hand Nick a towel to dry her. This meant that he had his hands
all over her. Once she pointed to her barely covered pussy, told
Nick she was still wet and had him massage her pussy through the
towel, while she lay back.

It was a hot summer. Nick wore long cotton workout style pants
with no underwear and no shirt. She liked to look at the outline
of his hard on while he pampered her. She made me wear my full
uniform. My maid outfit was black and made of polyester. It was
extremely uncomfortable and to make it worse, she had me wear
black stockings and heavy shoes.

 For her enjoyment she would have me run whenever she called me.
It was supposed to show my respect for her. She often had lunch
by the pool, and she let Nick join her, while I ate in the
kitchen. I had to bring her cocktails and Nick beer while she
sunned herself around the pool or took refreshing dips.

On one extremely hot day, after I had brought her drink, she
pushed me into the pool. As I tried to drag myself out, Kathy
laughing, pushed me back in with her foot. "Get out of my pool,
you clumsy cow. You will get my water all greasy." 

On my second attempt she let me get out. "You are not going to
drip water into my house. Go stand over there in the sun until
you dry off."

You have no idea how hot that was, standing in the blazing sun in
my black uniform, while she lay on a recliner under a shade
umbrella. I was starting to think I might get heat stroke when
Kathy finally relented. "You look like an over ripe tomato. Don't
you even have enough sense to get out of the sun. You had better
go in and lie down, but before you do, bring me another drink."

She teased Nick not only with her body, but verbal teasing as
well. She would wait until he was massaging her, or applying
lotion before she would start. She had a lot of one liners; I
don't remember them all, but here are a few I do remember.

Lying on her back, with her mouth half-open and licking her lips,
"I feel like sucking something long and hard and full of juice.
Do you have anything like that Nick?"

Another time after removing her bikini top, "My nipples are
itchy, maybe they need to be sucked."

And the time I remember best was she was fingering herself right
in front of my husband. "I need it so bad. Do you have anything
better than my fingers?"

Once he did try and feel her. I don't blame him for that; after
all he is a man and can only take so much. She slapped his hand
away. "Don't touch me unless I tell you to. If you want me you
have to beg. Get down on your knees; tell me how beautiful I am,
and that you would do anything for me and maybe I'll let you."

I was glad that Nick was man enough to resist, but I could see he
was tempted. She kept me in physical heat and my husband in
sexual heat.

Then the day I'll never forget. They were by the pool when she
ordered me to bring her a Pina Colada and Nick a beer. I went to
prepare her cocktail, when first the phone rang and then I
realized I had to get the meat in the oven for dinner. I forgot
what she had ordered. Usually it was a rum and coke, so I
prepared one and took it out to her. Kathy was incensed.

"You stupid fat pig. Can't you do anything right? I am fed up
with your incompetence. Nick get your thickest belt. I want you
to beat her on her bare ass. Make her scream in pain. I want her
kneeling before me, crying and begging my forgiveness. I want you
to hurt her bad, then you and I are going to fuck while we enjoy
her agony."

I could not believe that Nick was going to do it. We had been
married 3 years and my own husband was going to beat me for her
enjoyment. He was somehow under her spell, because he got his
belt, stripped my bloomers, and bent me over the end of the
picnic table. Kathy's lounge chair was at the other end of the
table giving her an excellent view.

"OK Nick, start beating her. Hit her as hard as you can. I want
to hear screams of anguish."

And, beat me he did. It felt like my behind was on fire. I didn't
want to scream, but I could not help it. The pain was too great.
Through tear filled eyes, I could see Kathy with a smirk on her
face, watching me suffer while she sipped on her drink.
I must have passed out, because the next thing I was aware of,
the beating had stopped and I heard Nick's voice. "Kathy, you
made me whip my wife for your amusement, so you have to follow
through on your part of the bargain."

"Do you see her kneeling between my legs begging my forgiveness
and sucking me off? I don't. Maybe next time, if you beat her
properly, I'll let you."

It was if a light finally dawned on Nick. He realized how low he
had sunk. "In my whole life I never met a bitch like you. I am so
sorry Mary. Let's get out of here before she corrupts me
totally."

That was the story Mary told me over the phone. I don't know if
it was stress or emotional strain, but I had a mild stroke. I was
released from the hospital almost immediately. I felt no
different than before, but it would cause me to lose my job.

When I got home Kathy was all over me with hugs and kisses. "I am
so sorry Billie. I know I can be a bit nasty at times, and maybe
a little unreasonable too, but that is all behind us now. I am
going to let you have sex with me, without wearing a condom. For
a week you can do me as many times as you like."

I know she has fooled me before, but this time I think she means
it. Also, it is hard to think straight when she is pushing her
lush body into you, and giving you French kisses.

End of part 4  part 5 The Final Chapter coming soon.

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THE NERD II part 5 of 5
The final chapter

The stroke I had was mild, however it was severe enough that I
had to give up my job at HI-Tech Computers. I was no longer able
to do the complex calculations required, so I was released with a
medical disability pension of 60% of my pay.

We were not in financial straits. The house and both cars were
paid for, and we had some money invested, and a little more in a
savings account. Since we were married, I had let Kathy pay the
bills, etc. I thought it would teach her financial
responsibility. I also planned on getting some other job that was
not so demanding, part time perhaps.

Kathy loved to go shopping for clothes and jewelry, and have
lunch at her club with her friends. I thought now was the time
for her to cut back a little.

"Fine, if you can't afford me I'll get a job," she said in a
huff.

I did not want her working either. What I wanted was a stay at
home wife that maybe, would want to have children.  I knew that
if I objected it would only make her more determined, so it would
be better to say nothing. Besides, chances of her getting a job
were small. She had taken the easiest course in college, Liberal
Arts, which did not qualify her for much.

Much to my surprise, 3 days latter she told me she got a job.
"Take me out to dinner to celebrate, and I'll tell you all about
it."

The dinner part I didn't mind. I did most of the cooking anyway
so it was more of a treat for me. Over dinner, she told me she
got a job in marketing with Universal Cellphone.

 "What do you know about marketing? For that matter, what do you
know about cell phones?"

"My new boss Frank will teach me all I need to know. Stuff like
advertising, and promotion, and customer service. I am, like his
assistant, so I will be working under him."

I wondered how come she was on a first name basis with her boss
already. I still did not like the idea of her working, but I felt
it probably would not last long. Kathy liked sleeping in so after
being late a few times, her boss would probably fire her.

Much to my surprise she kept her job. I think part of the reason
was she did not start work until 10:00, although it made her late
getting home. Still she seemed happy, so I was happy for her
also. Then subtle changes started.

Since I was unable to find work, she had me cooking all the meals
and doing the housework. She had always been a bit domineering
with me, but since I lost my job it became worst.

Each morning she would give me a list of things to do. " When I
come home I'll inspect, so if you don't want to be punished, take
your time and do it well. That's a good boy. Now before I go, is
there anything on my list you don't understand?" 

My mind may have been affected a little from my stroke, but that
was no reason to treat me like a moron.

Several nights later she said, "Billie, please make a martini and
have it ready for me when I get home. I like a cocktail before
dinner. In fact make two. I'll have the other one relaxing after
dinner while you clean up and do the dishes. Remember, I like
them chilled."

I felt this was pushing it a little but she did say please so I
agreed hoping this was the last request.

It was not. One Friday night it was about 7:30 before she got in.
"I have been on my feet all day at the trade show, and I am
tired. Get down on the floor and massage my feet while I have my
cocktail." And later, "That's good Billie, now kiss them to show
me how much you love me." 

Later that evening, " I am running out of clean underwear. Do the
washing while I watch this video I rented. Make sure you hand
wash my panties. Also iron my miniskirt and try not to ruin
anything."

What happened to please? She was no longer asking but demanding.
Other changes were also taking place. I no longer sucked her in
the morning, and often at night she wanted a massage, not sex.

Kathy started staying out later. One night, coming home to a cold
supper she said, "It's OK Billie, I had dinner with a customer
and my boss." On a few other occasions she and her boss Frank,
took a customer out for a few drinks. She never used to talk much
about her boss but lately she would mention small things like how
witty or smart he was.

One evening she came in with a bag in her hand. "Billie I have a
present for you, an apron. Now before you start complaining just
try it on." So to amuse her I put it on. It was a flowery thing
with ruffles. "That looks so cute. I want you to wear it when you
prepare my dinner, and especially this Wednesday."

"What's so special about Wednesday?"

"Frank and I have to go to a 3 day convention in Las Vegas. The
flight leaves at 7 in the morning. Since we live so close to the
airport and Frank lives way on the other side of town, Frank is
going to stay here overnight. I want you to prepare a real good
dinner for us."

She was becoming more demanding all the time. Monday night she
told me since she was on her feet a lot,  I should  ask if she
wanted a foot massage. "I shouldn't have to tell you everything.
Try and anticipate my needs." 

Tuesday evening she called me into the bedroom. She had pulled
all the sheets unto the floor. "Don't you even know how to make a
bed? You had better do a much better job than that or I'll make
you sleep on the floor. And while you are at it, put fresh sheets
on the bed."

As a result of all that, I was feeling nervous Wednesday. I hated
wearing that stupid apron, especially since her boss was coming,
but now was not the time to upset her. I had the dinner almost
prepared, the wine bottle open and cocktails made by the time
they arrived. Kathy introduced Frank to me, "Doesn't he look
pretty in his brand new apron? Billie, serve our drinks in the
living room, then you can run along and finish preparing our
dinner. Be a sweetie and have it ready for us in 20 minutes."

I was starting to feel like a servant. At dinner she really
embarrassed me. Kathy had told me to pour the wine. I had filled
their glasses and was about to pour mine when she said, "No
Billie, if you have some we won't have enough for a second glass,
so please drink water tonight."

My face must have turned beet red. I was tempted to tell her to
get lost, and drink it anyway, but that would only embarrass her
in front of her boss, so I would wait until later to talk to her
about that.

After dinner they sat on the sofa watching TV while I was busy
washing and drying the dishes. We have a dishwasher but she won't
let me use it. She said hand washing does a much better job.
Finally I'm finished and come into the living room to join them.
"Billie my feet are tired. Come and massage them."

And to Frank she said with a smirk, "He is so good at that. Maybe
if you ask him nice, he will massage yours too."

As they watched TV, I noticed Kathy held his hand on her lap.
While I massaged her feet I could see her mini skirt had slid up
to the point where her panties were showing. It was hard to see
because Kathy had both of her hands over his, but it looked to me
like he was trying to finger her.

 "Stop looking up my skirt like a naughty schoolboy," and then to
him, "He has to please me with his tongue or I won't let him put
it in. So what's it been Billie, about 2 months that you have had
to jerk yourself off?" I know she is trying to impress her boss,
but she does not realize how humiliating that is for me.

After the movie was over, Kathy said with a smile, "We are going
up to bed now. We have an early flight. When you are finished
cleaning up down here you can sleep in the spare bedroom. Just be
quiet when you come upstairs so you don't disturb us."

Shocked, angry, hurt, I was speechless as they went up the stairs
to the master bedroom and closed the door. I went to bed but I
could not sleep. I could hear Kathy's giggles and the murmur of
conversation through the bedroom wall.

The next morning I could hear Kathy calling, "Billie, Billie!" I
got up, put my robe over my pajamas and went to the master
bedroom. They were both sitting up in bed. Kathy had her baby
doll top on, the one you could see her nipples through, and
Frank's chest was bare. "We won't have time for you to make our
breakfast, so we will just have coffee. You know how I like mine,
but ask Frank how he likes his."

When I returned with 2 coffees on a tray, I saw Frank quickly
pull his hand out from under the covers. Had he been feeling up
my wife? "You really should knock before you enter a lady's
bedroom, but I don't have time to teach you manners now.

" You are going to drive us to the airport. We are running late
and I don't trust taxi drivers. It may make you late for your new
job, but that is not important; what is important is that we get
to the airport."

The two of them sat in the backseat, talking about work and what
they would do after work. "Billie, I have noticed you are letting
down on house cleaning. Here is a good opportunity to get caught
up while I am away."

The next 3 days went slowly because I do miss her. She is so
beautiful that it makes up for some of her bitchy moods. She can
be a little demanding and unreasonable at times, but I love her
so much that I make excuses for her. Her sunny smile and sexy
kisses always makes me feel good. 

Several days later Kathy explains, "Frank is closing the office
for two weeks annual vacation. He has a nice 2-bedroom cottage by
a lake and he has asked me to go with him. He and his wife will
take one bedroom and I'll have the other. If you can get time
off, you can come with us."

This was my second week on a new job as a part time programmer.
There's no way I would let her take vacation without me, so I had
no choice but to quit my job. We left Saturday morning in Frank's
car. It's about a 10-hour drive, and Kathy claimed she got car
sick, so she rode in front with Frank. Frank's wife, Betty, rode
in the back seat with me. She is young, about Kathy's age, but
she is fat and shy. She has long mousy brown hair and a mole on
her right cheek. She still might look all right if she lost about
50 pounds. Frank and my wife chatted in the front seat, but since
Betty and I had little in common, we were quiet and listened to
their conversation.

The next day after a big breakfast that Betty made, Frank and
Kathy were off to play tennis. Frank said to Betty, "Since you
don't play tennis, make yourself useful and give the cottage a
thorough cleaning. It hasn't been done since last year. Also, all
the windows need cleaning. Ask Billie to help you."

Now it was Kathy's turn. "Yes Billie, since you don't play tennis
either, help Betty clean up and then get busy with the windows."

In a round about way it made sense, but it gave me a queasy
felling in my stomach to see them take off while we stayed home
and did housework.

A few hours later they came in laughing and talking. "Since you
beat me, I owe you a big juicy kiss," Kathy said as she put her
arms around his neck and pressed her body into his. As she
reached up to kiss him, her short skirt rose and I could see her
sexy brief white panties. It gave me a hard-on to see her sexy
bottom, but heartache to see her French kiss her boss.

"Betty, bring Kathy and I a beer, and you had better start dinner
early as we are going out to a disco tonight."

"Yes sir," Betty said in a low voice, "I'll start dinner right
away, but we don't have any beer."

"Billie, go get us some beer." Kathy continued. "I don't want you
driving Frank's car. You know you are not a very good driver and
it's only a half-mile to the store. Ask Frank nicely for some
money, then you had better hurry if you want to get back before
your dinner gets cold."

"Betty, make us a rum and coke then, and don't forget the ice the
way you did last time."

"Yes sir," Mary said in even a lower voice.

"That's so cute," Kathy remarked. "She calls you sir!"

"She loves me a lot, so what the hell, sometimes I take advantage
of it."

Betty had dinner ready before I returned. "Betty you can serve us
now since we are going out, and you can eat later when Billie
gets back. He is going to need his dinner, after lugging that
case of beer about a mile in this heat," he laughed. 

"Betty, since you have all evening why don't you wash and wax the
kitchen floor. It needs it and it's a more productive way to
spend your evening instead of watching TV."

I finally got back totally exhausted.  Frank told Betty, "Kathy
and I will probably be home late. I am sure you will be tired
from doing the kitchen floor, so you sleep in the other bedroom
with Billie. That way we won't disturb you when we come in."

I was angry, the nerve of the guy, but Kathy was quite amused.
"Now Billie, I don't want you fucking her just because she is in
your room."

Both of them found it hilarious as they left laughing. Now could
Kathy do this to me. She didn't tell me she was going out, and if
Betty is in my room, that means Kathy is going to sleep with
Frank.

After they left, Betty said, "Please help me with the kitchen
floor. If Frank is not pleased, he has an old fan belt that he
beats me with, and it hurts. I try not to cry because he only
beats me harder if I do."


I was mad at both Kathy and Frank, but it was not Betty's fault,
so I decided to help her. After we were done, she sprinkled her
cologne over the floor. She said Frank likes a kitchen that
smells nice. What a wimpy housewife she is, I thought.

When it was our bedtime I asked Betty which bed she wanted, and I
changed into my pajamas in the bathroom. She had to get her
nightgown out of the master bedroom and when I looked in I
noticed it only had one queen sized bed in it. I could not fall
asleep; I was very angry with Kathy. It did not seem to bother
Betty as she was soon asleep.

I would guess it was about three in the morning when they came
in. I could hear Kathy giggle, "I have to get my pajamas out of
the spare bedroom."

"You don't need any pajamas. I sleep nude so why shouldn't you?"

"You are a bad man. You just want to get me in your bed so you
can fuck me. I am a married women you know." I could not hear his
reply.

 Betty was up early, and since I didn't sleep, I got up also.
They did not get up until noon. When they came down the stairs,
Kathy was wearing a new sexy bikini that I hadn't seen before. It
hung low on her hips, barely covering her pussy, and the top
covered her nipples and not much more. She looked so beautiful, I
wanted to hug her, but I knew she would not let me. He was
wearing Speedo trunks, which would be OK on a young guy, but
looked silly on him.

Frank looked at Betty, "Kathy and I are going swimming. Put on
your bikini and you can come with us."

Betty whining said, "Please don't make me wear that. Let me stay
home and I'll cock your favorite dinner."

"Nonsense, I want you to show off your sexy body; Ha, Ha, Ha."

Kathy had a smirk on her face saying, "Billie, I forgot to pack
your swim suit, so use your underwear. No one will know the
difference, unless you get a stiffy looking at Betty's sexy
body."

Talk about total embarrassment, Betty had to wear a bikini that
was at least two sizes to small for her, and I was wearing my
boxer shorts. Betty's bikini would have probably been to small
for Kathy, so it looked ridiculous on her. Anyone looking at me
could easily tell I was in my underwear, so we walked behind them
trying to hide our bodies as much as we could.

Arriving at the beach, they stretched out on the blanket I
brought, while we stood. Frank said, "Betty, you forgot to bring
suntan lotion again. Go down the beach to the beach store and get
me some. Wiggle your ass as you walk to turn on the guys." 

Both were laughing at Betty's embarrassment, then Kathy giggling
said, "Billie, you had better go with her to make sure she
doesn't get raped."

Betty is fat, but that's no reason to humiliate her like that.
Betty's face was red because she is wearing that ridiculous
bikini and my face was red with anger at Kathy.

 When we got back Betty's embarrassment was not over. "While
Kathy relaxes I want you to give her a sun tan lotion massage.
Kathy, I have trained her to give wonderful massages, so relax
and enjoy."

I would have preferred to do that myself, but Kathy was already
stretched out on her stomach with a smile on her face. After a
while Kathy moans, "That feels soo good, it's making me feel
horny."

"Now turn over on your back," Frank said, " Betty will do your
front. Take off your bikini top so she can massage your beautiful
breasts." I was expecting Kathy to object, but she meekly turned
over and removed her top.

 "Before you put the tanning lotion on Kathy, I want you to suck
her nipples and gently massage her tits." I watched totally
shocked as Betty first licked and sucked, then gently bit and
pulled Kathy's nipples with her teeth.

Kathy breathed heavily, "That's wonderful. Make her do it some
more"

Later Betty whined, "Can I quit now? My arms are so tired they
are starting to ache."

Frank replied, "I don't care how sore your arms are, keep doing
it until Kathy tells you to quit."

Kathy was the pictures of total relaxation as Betty would pull on
her nipple with her teeth, let go and then tongue and gently bite
the nipple. Then she would switch and do the other one.

"Do you want her to remove your bikini bottom and suck your
pussy?"

"That sounds interesting, but my husband would probably have a
heart attack. He is already blue in the face, so let's go
swimming instead."

The afternoon finally ended. Betty and I spent it in embarrassed
silence, while Frank and Kathy enjoyed themselves swimming and at
the bar further down the beach.

Back at the cottage, while Betty was starting to prepare dinner,
Kathy said to me, "Frank and I need to discuss the company
budget. Give us some privacy, and go and help Betty in the
kitchen; but first bring us each a rum and coke."

At dinner Frank said, "Kathy and I have so much in common, and I
notice you and Billie have a lot in common, that we have decided
to make last nights sleeping arrangement permanent for the rest
of our holiday. That doesn't mean you can't hang out with us. We
are going to a nightclub tonight and both of you can come." Then
looking at me, " Now that we are all good buddies, and the two of
you sleep in the same room, you have my permission to fuck my
wife."

Kathy with an evil grin on her face, "Now it's your turn Billie.
Don't you have something to say to Frank?"

"Kathy," I pleaded, "I only want to make love to you."

 "That's so sweet Billie, but we had better get ready or we will
miss the floor show."

Humiliated again, I got dressed while Kathy skipped in and out,
taking her clothes to the master bedroom. Meanwhile Betty
reluctantly brought her few clothes into the spare bedroom.

The nightclub was large and luxurious. We had a booth for 4.
Actually it was a both for 2 with a soft leather couch, a table
with a large white tablecloth that hung to the floor and two
chairs on the other side of the table. We were not eating, so
they cleared away the silverware, but we had several rounds of
drinks. Since Betty only drank Sprite, Kathy thought it
appropriate that I stick to soft drinks also, while they drank
champagne and cocktails.

When the floorshow started Frank and Kathy had great seats
sitting on the couch. Betty and I sat on chairs with our backs to
the stage. It was hard on our necks twisting around to try and
see. We were both getting headaches, so after a while we gave up
and just listened to the music.

After a while Frank said to his wife, "Kathy can't see the stage
because your big head is in the way. You are not watching the
show anyway, so lay your head on the table so Kathy can see
well.

During intermission, they were clicking their glasses together in
a toast, when Kathy spilt half her drink on the table. Frank
commands Betty," See where Kathy spilt her drink? Wipe the table
with your hair before something drips on Kathy's new dress."

Later, one of the stage acts was a young male singer. Kathy said
to Frank, "He is so sexy. I would love to meet him."

Frank responded, "I know the manager well. When the show is over
I'll take you back stage and introduce you." 

When the show ended, Frank said, "You two take a cab home. I am
taking Kathy back stage so that she can personally thank her
singer."

The next morning, after they had spent another night in bed
together, they were in top spirits. Kathy had news for me. "Frank
is going to take me on a 4-day cruise to reward me for my hard
work on the Matthew account. I always wanted to go on a cruise. I
think it would be nice if you thanked Frank for giving me this
wonderful trip."

Frank was sitting at the table with a smug look on his face. I
wish I could have told him what I really thought, but I could see
Kathy had decided she was going, and nothing I could say or do
would change that.

Over that 4 days I got to know Betty a little better. After all,
I was spending more time with her than I did with my own wife.
She had not always been fat. She weighed 112 lbs. before marrying
Frank. After marriage she became so unhappy she ate as a form of
escape. Maybe that's what I needed to do; start eating.

Kathy was exuberant on her return. "That was a great trip. It was
fun, fuck, and food all the time.

"Billie, I have some good news for you. I am pregnant, so you are
about to become a new daddy. You are not the real daddy of
course, but a caring, loving daddy all the same. Do you want to
know who the real daddy is?"

"I suppose its Frank." I sighed.

"No, you big silly. Just because he has fucked me frequently
during the holidays does not mean he is the daddy. I was pregnant
before that. Now don't you feel foolish thinking it was Frank?

"Anyway, you don't even know him. His name is Rob and he is one
of the salesmen at work. He is married, but a real nice guy.
Because he is the real father, I will want him to get to know his
child.

"He will visit every 2nd weekend, and I want you out of the house
when he comes. I suggest you check into a motel or something.
That will allow the 3 of us to build a family relationship with
no outsiders to disturb us."

It was like a blindfold suddenly fell from my eyes. For the first
time I could see Kathy for what she was, a manipulating bitch.
She had teased, tormented and cheated on me from the very first
day, and I was too blinded by her beauty to realize what she was
doing. She was beautiful on the outside but ugly inside. What a
fool I had been to keep forgiving her. I thought it would show my
love for her, yet all it did was increase her contempt.

This was over as of now. I was returning to the city to instruct
my lawyer to start divorce proceedings immediately. I was ready
to storm out the door when I noticed Betty watching me with tears
in her eyes. I realized she had the same situation as I, only in
reverse.

"Betty, come with me. I'll have my lawyer get you a divorce also.
Those two deserve each other, and maybe when we get all of this
behind us, you and I can start a decent wholesome relationship."


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