A Husbands Debt Paidbybadandy2©
By: Bad Andy
**The story you are about to read is purely fictional. Any similarity to any
true characters is just coincidence. It is a husbands fantasy of what might
happen in the everyday dirty world we live in. The author wishes to also
express that in todays world the below sexual activity would be inappropriate
and unadvisable. Any comments, thoughts or suggestions are quite welcome by
A Husbands Debt Paid : By His Wife Janette
I guess I've often wondered how some people got themselves in situations in
which they seriously owe somebody else for one reason or another. I guess I
always felt that I was smart enough to keep myself out of such troubling
circumstances . . . at least I use to think such. The story I'm about to relate
to you will describe how things can quite easily go south on a person, such a
person was me. It will also detail a story of mistrust, deceit, and blackmail.
First off I'll give you a chance to get to know the people involved. My
name is Brent, I'm a 38 yr old white male, 6' tall, 185 lbs, blue eyes with dark
hair and a moustache. I work as office personnel for a local factory, always
considered myself to be an intelligent soul (until recently) and have continued
to keep myself in decent shape by staying active in numerous sports. I've
always been able to successfully support my family over the years, until
recently I found I had an addiction which put such support in jeopardy. My
pretty 34 yr old wife is Janette, a mother of two she stands 5'7" tall, weighs
150 lbs and has a figure of 36c-30-34. She has attractive green eyes, short
curly strawberry blonde hair and a freckled face. She works in the retail
business and like most females has an enduring devotion towards her family,
which I guess explains why she was able to perform the certain undesirable
duties I'm about to tell you about. Yes we were just your ordinary family
until that fateful day that I was persuaded to partake in something that has
haunted us ever since. You may not understand how a person could unwittingly
find themselves in such a position or maybe in this day and age you might
realise how someone might put financial gain ahead of other important aspects of
CHAPTER ONE: "The Trap is Set"
My wife Janette and I lived in a pleasant small community in and had a
perfect life with our young family, that is until that certain incident occurred
that would eventually change our lives forever. After a great deal of
consideration we had finally decided that our little business venture that we
had attempted was just not the financial success that we had hoped, we decided
that we probably should take our losses and close up the shop. It was because
of our decision that I was quite surprised that one of our suppliers called us
up and had offered to take me to a convention before we got out of the business.
Jim seemed to be a nice enough fellow whenever he had come into the store to
visit us, in his late forties he was a little older than us but always seemed to
show concern with our business. He convinced us that the convention would be
last connection for us to try and drum up new business or at least find a buyer
for our store before closing, it seemed like a good enough idea and Janette
encouraged me to go.
Jim picked me up early in the morning, we had to travel to a larger city
about 100 miles away for the two day convention he wanted to get an early start.
Once we got to the city and got checked into the hotel room, we headed off to
the convention and though it was interesting . . . I was hard pressed to figure
out why we had decided to stay overnight. I found out Jim's reasoning as we
headed back to the Hotel, he had decided that we should make an evening of it .
. . hit the casino . . . couple of bars maybe. It all sounded fun, but with my
financial situation it was out of the question that I join him. I told him that
I'd wait for him in the room, but Jim was very persistent though and finally
convinced me to borrow fifty dollars off him which I could pay him back later.
I foolishly agreed.
Jim showed me all the hot spots, a couple of bars first . . . as he
generously bought me drinks . . . then off to the casino. We'd been in the
building about a hour before I had lost my fifty, I was content to head back to
room but Jim cheerfully continued to offer me money to gamble with and the
drinks to cloud my thinking. I know I have no one to blame but myself for
being so blatantly misled, but I had no idea what an addiction gambling can be .
. . nor was I aware how sinisterly it was being used against me. It was hours
later before we left the casino and Jim had the cabbie make a quick stop at a
favourite Stripper bar he knew of, several more drinks later and I didn't even
care when Jim bought that table dancer for me. With way too many drinks in me,
I was easy prey and it wasn't till the next morning that Jim eventually informed
me of the fun we had during the evening.
It was late the following morning before I awoke with the effects of the
prior evening, as I washed up Jim returned from an early morning meeting, he
surprisingly entered the room with a well dressed gentleman. I was introduced
to him as being a respected Windsor lawyer that Jim was acquainted with, who
happened to be present the previous evening when I supposedly had signed the
contract that had been presented to me. The contract to repay Jim the $ 8000
dollars I had borrowed. I was to say the least stunned . . . $ 8000 dollars? .
. . Contract?, what had I done? The contract which I was expected to honour
stated that I had to repay the complete amount within a one month period or risk
being reported to the proper authorities . . . or I could agree to a deal which
would have myself and Janette repay the debt by doing certain duties at Jim's
home. What was Janette going to say? How was I going to repay the money?
Jim and the lawyer continued to pressure me into signing even though I
desperately wanted to tell Janette first. All I could remember them saying was
"You don't want this type of debt to be made public, Brent !" . . . "You and
Janette could have it paid off in no time if you agree to the secondary terms!
Go ahead and sign! . . . go ahead".
I had a sick feeling as I sat in Jim's car on the way home from the
convention, I still wasn't sure how I was going to explain this to Janette . . .
that we were now virtually servants to Jim . . . or why I owed him the money.
Jim knew that I was in a deep hole and to even deepen it he pulled out several
photos . . . photos of me . . . naked on the hotel bed . . . with a naked female
from the Strip bar straddling my mid section. "Yeah Brent, I took the liberty
of inviting a couple of the gals back to our room last night. I guess you were
a little drunk, but as you can see you had a fun time." "Oh my God" I said in
astonishment, I had a pretty good idea where Jim was leading with his
conversation and I didn't like the direction at all. "Yeah, I don't think
Janette is going to be pleased to know you lost that money in the casino . . .
but I bet you she'd be even less pleased to see these photos and hear how much
money you spent on those girls". To top it all off he also informed me that he
had evidence that I had been taking money from the business and would show it to
the proper authorities if I didn't co-operate with him. I was screwed, Jim
knew he had me and set the first date to repay him the upcoming weekend. He
would explain to Janette what happened, how the demons of gambling had grabbed
my thinking and how he would explain to her to how he generously was going to
help out . . . and I would let him do the explanation or risk him exposing the
photos to my wife. Jim also made it plain that he wanted Janette's labour
ahead of mine . . . it was my duty to encourage Janette to do this labour. By
now I had a very bad feeling of what Jim's intentions might be and I kept
wondering which was the greater risk . . . tell the truth and risk losing my
wife . . . or steer the course Jim had laid. As we neared home I had to ask,
"Jim why are you doing this to me, I thought you were my friend?". Jim
snickered as he answered, "Come on Brent don't be so naive, I'm a guy that's
been without female companionship for almost eight years and I've been attracted
to your wife since the first time I came into your store. In fact the way the
sweet little tart teases me sexually, I'm sure she'll find my company
enjoyable". I tried to convince him that Janette was just being friendly
towards him, but he'd hear nothing of it . . . his parting words were"We'll see
how friendly Buddy . . . we'll see!".
I allowed Jim to go ahead with his explanation to Janette and yet I still
don't know what he told my wife, Janette did seem to be quite understanding as
she reassured me that we'd get through this. The first weekend came and as Jim
requested, I drove Janette out to his country home to do her first appointed
chores. Jim had told us that since his wife had passed away several years ago
he needed help to clean the house . . . a female touch so to speak. It made me
nervous though to leave my wife at such a remote spot as his house was, but we
were assured that Jim's teenage son was going to be around which made it seem a
little safer and legitimate. Janette was sure that it would be a simple
housekeeping duty and she'd be ready come home by four that afternoon.
Surprisingly Janette was right, I picked her up at four and everything was fine.
When I asked her how it went, she said fine other than Jim wandered around the
house all the time in his housecoat or swimsuit and she felt his eyes on her
quite often. I wasn't sure what to make of the first weekend.
Jim met me in the middle of the next week, he stated that the first
appointment had gone well and that there would only be another six or seven
similar weekends before the debt was paid. He also stated that he wanted me to
let Janette know that he had purchased a regular maid outfit that he and I
expected her to wear when on duty. I was also expected to tell my wife that
Jim might have a few more duties for her to do in the upcoming weekend. Once
again I let Janette off early on the Saturday morning . . . and then once again
I picked her up later that day. This time though she had very little to say
about the day, when I asked about her outfit . . . she said it was loose fitting
and cool. After the first weekend I was uncertain, but now after this second
week I was quite puzzled. If things weren't okay surely Janette would of said
something and what if it wasn't okay, what could I do.
At the following mid week meeting with Jim some of the questions I had about
the past weekend were answered, he proudly pulled out another couple of photos
and said "take a look these Brent". I figured they were more photos of me at
the Strip club again, but to my surprise the first was a photo of Janette
cleaning his house . . . in a very skimpy outfit. "Yea Janette was a little
hesitant at first about putting that sexy maid outfit on, but I was finally able
to convince her that the debt would be paid quicker if she did so". I looked
at him with a disgusting look as he continued, "Ah come on Brent, you had to
figure that I'd pull something like this. I took the photos of her from a
hidden location, in fact I got quite a few". He even had the edacity to point
out on one that Janette's tit was visible, he also mentioned that he had taken
some great video shots of her as she changed into her outfit from a hidden. I
called him a bastard, but all he did was laugh and then tell me that my wife was
going to be used in this type of manner . . . I could either help him seduce my
wife or he'd ruin my marriage. I sat stunned, unsure of what to do as he
continued talking. He then told me that he wouldn't harm my wife in any way
and if I continued to cooperate with him, he would even allow me to watch from a
hidden location to assure this. As much as I hated the thought of Janette
being used like this, my prime concern was to make sure that she wasn't harmed
in any way . . . I also was posed with the problem of what Jim might do if the
debt wasn't paid as required. As I sat at the table, I realised that I had
begun to shake my head in an agreement with Jim. I had I gone too far to turn
back? Before leaving the bar, Jim instructed me on what I was to tell Janette
for the upcoming weekend. I was to convince her that during the upcoming
weekend Jim might ask her to do some new duties and that I definitely encouraged
her to oblige his requests since he was such a "nice" guy.
The third weekend had come and I gave Janette a quick kiss before she got out
of the car at Jim's, I glanced in the mirror as I drove away. Only this week
it had been decided it was time for me to observe my wife to make sure Jim was
truthful and that she faced no harm. I parked the car on a sideroad a mile or
so away and ran back to the house, Jim met me at the back door and ushered me
into the main room of his house. While Janette was upstairs putting her maid
outfit on, Jim instructed me that I'd have to hide in a large closet adjacent to
the room to watch the activities. He also though pointed out that there were
some precautions he must take to insure that I didn't spoil the activities that
were planned for that afternoon. He had me sit in a old wooden arm chair
positioned inside the closet and then carefully tied my wrists to each arm of
the chair. I then had my legs similarly tied to the chair legs and finally to
make sure I made no noise that might be heard, he placed a gag over my mouth.
"You'll be able to see everything from here Brent, I hope you're comfortable and
enjoy the view" Jim stated before closing the closet door. In the darkness of
the closet I began to think I must be crazy, to allow this fellow that had
deceived once already to tie me up in such a helpless state inside a closet . .
. while my wife was just in the house. I tried to shake the unsettling thought
that I might be getting set up again and strained to look out into the main
room. Although the door was shut, it had the type of slotted openings that
allowed me to easily peer out . . . I could see the entire room.
It wasn't long before Janette came down the stairs from the upper area of
Jim's house. Dressed in the black and white maid outfit Jim expected her to
wear, I had to admire how sexy my wife looked in the revealing uniform. It was
comprised of a very short black lace skirt with a bright white bib apron that
went up to cover her breasts, I also immediately noticed that under the top part
of the apron where normally a top skimpy blouse or some type of cloth would be
worn . . . Jim had Janette wearing nothing . . . there was only the top of the
apron covering her 36" tit's which jiggled as she walked. From the sides Jim
and anyone else would be awarded a rather revealing view of her full bosoms.
Her outfit was finished off with a pair of high heel shoes and black fish net
Jim turned on the stereo just enough to drown out any noise I might try to
make in the closet. He then met my wife at the bottom of the stairs, directly
in front of the closet I was hidden in. "Janette my dear, you look so
beautiful in that outfit. I really don't think your husband appreciates how
lucky he is to have a wife like yourself!" Jim eagerly complimented my wife.
Janette with a shy grin almost apologetically replied, "Why . . . thank you Jim.
But I'm sure Brent loves me very much". "Oh I don't know Janette, would a
normal husband expect his wife to work off "his" irresponsible mistake? Would
a normal husband knowingly allow his wife an outfit such as that in another
man's house?" Janette just stood in silence as Jim continued to ramble.
"Would any normal husband, with any consideration for his wife lend her to
another man so that she could be his obedient servant for an afternoon as he
entertains several of his old buddies?" my senses suddenly awoke to what Jim had
just said, as did Janette's. "Wait a minute, what did you say Jim?" Janette
quired. "Why Brent assured me that you wouldn't mind one bit Janette that I
was inviting a couple of my buddies over today to play cards and such" Jim
calmly stated"Did he not mention that I might have a few different duties for
you this weekend?". Oh no I thought to myself, the bastard was using my words
to influence my wife. Janette cautiously replied "Well . . . he did say
something similar". "Oh I'm sorry Janette, I thought Brent had spoken to you.
He told me that you'd probably do whatever I requested, since I had been so
gracious in saving his sorry ass and to pay the debt that the two of you owe
me!" Jim's voice had gotten louder near the end of his speech . . . no doubt for
a more of an impact on my wife. "Okay . . . okay Jim, I'll be your servant.
Do I really have to wear this outfit though?" Janette some what teary eyed
replied. "Well you know Janette that I wouldn't ask you to do such, but Brent
told me that you would wear it so I've already promised my friends and a couple
of them might be quite disappointed if you didn't. So I must insist you do.".
I couldn't believe the bullshit Jim was telling my wife . . . the lies were
making it look like I encouraged Janette to do whatever he wanted. Janette
sniffled slightly as she spoke "How many men are going to be here?". Jim
grinned slightly as he knew he was gaining the upper hand on my wife "Oh hell
Janette, only four of my best friends nice guys . . . a little rough around the
edges, but I'll try to control them. They don't see a lady as pretty as you
very often and might get a little excited . . . please show them a good time".
With Jim finishing his reassurance the door bell rang, the guests had arrived.
CHAPTER #2 : "My Wife the Sex Servant"
I sat in the dimly lit closet tied to the chair . . . angry and confused . .
. how could I let Jim fuck me around so. I knew I couldn't make noise to let
Janette know I was there, my reasoning for being in the closet would was hard
enough for me to believe . . . I was sure Janette wouldn't understand. All I
could do was sit and wait, from my confinement I watched as each of Jim's
friends entered the house . . . being greeted at the door by Jim and his sexy
Each man gave Janette an admiring gaze as they entered and complimented Jim
on his attractive maid. I noticed that three of the four appeared to be about
the same age as Jim, likely in their late forties . . . early fifties.
Naturally then they were quite thrilled to see Jim's much younger maid and even
more delighted to notice her skimpy attire. The lone exception was the fourth
fellow who appeared to be closer to Janette's age, but he also gave Janette a
long lingering look of approval. Jim proudly introduced the men to his female
servant, "Fella's this is Janette she'll be serving us this during our game this
afternoon." I heard one of the older gents jokingly state, "Did you say she
was going to be servicing us Jim?" it was loud enough for Janette to hear and I
could see she blushed with embarrassment. All the men laughed before Jim
continued his introductions,"Okay guys, as I said this is Janette. Janette I'd