Humiliated Wife Turns to Her Son Ch. 10

I couldn't help but notice Blake squirm and try to position his dick for comfort when Tracy gracefully walked over to me, sat on my lap and gave me a long, lingering, soul searching kiss. As I ran my hand up the inside of her silky thigh, she parted her legs and purred, "Your kitty is ready for you my lover; my new husband.

Tracy looked at Blake and asked in a taunting voice, "Do you want to watch while this 19 year old MAN fucks your ex-wife senseless and makes her pregnant? I'm ovulating and I want to have HIS baby. If you are a good little sissy boy, I might let you have sloppy seconds, but I'm not sure my MASTER would like that unless he could fuck your nasty little ass while you did it."

"Of course, I understand why you like a hard cock up your ass. I go into orbit when my Master fucks my tight horny ass. On second thought, I don't want to give you even sloppy seconds. You're just a sissy boy slave and you never made me come even one time. I don't know why I married you," Tracy continued.

"Guess what, slave boy? When Steven is finished with Tracy, he's going to fuck me. You can watch that, too. I know you've wanted me for years so now you can sit back and watch while my own son fucks my horny pussy. I do hope you have enjoyed your Mistress Catshit or whatever her name is. I'm sure she'll dump you quick once she finds out you're almost broke and leaving town," Sandy chimed in.

"What do you say, Blake, would you like to fuck one or both of my girls," I said as we watched Blake squirm in misery but knowing he wanted to see the show.

"I'm not really into humiliation and emasculation but Blake you are no better than my own father was. Both of you had had beautiful, sexy, loving, faithful wives who adored you and in return for their adoration and fidelity you treated them worse than if they had been whores," I said to him. My voice filled with venom and bile.

"I'm going to fuck my ladies. Blake, you may stay and watch or you may leave. I really do not care but you will NEVER have either of them. They belong to me and I love them both. Now, get off the sofa. It converts to a queen size bed. Tracy, close the blinds then strip for me. Sandy, help me open the bed then you strip for me," I said.

I guess Blake was really curious because he moved clumsily to one the chairs beside my desk. In a matter of moments, both Sandy and Tracy were naked on the sofa bed.

"Have some fun with yourselves, girls. I want to watch you play. Do either of you have a strap on hidden around here somewhere?" I asked with an evil grin.

As we sat there watching the girls, I noticed Blake was starting to rub his cock through his pants so I said, "They're really hot together but they're both at their best when they are sucking me deep down their throats or when I drive my cock deep into their hot wet pussies or eager little assholes. Tracy really comes hard when I fuck her tight little ass hard and deep. She's such a hot little pain slut. She hardly needs any lube except what I get from her always eager and horny cunt."

"Would you like to watch while I fuck her tight ass while she eats my mom's pussy. Then I can make them switch places. You can watch but you cannot make yourself cum unless I give you permission. Do you understand me, sissy boy?" I said to Blake, still not completely satisfied with his degradation. I had yet to make him grovel at Tracy's feet as he had for that tramp Katrina.

"Yes, Master, I'll do what you say," he replied.

This was almost too easy. I knew he would cave in over the video but I had not foreseen this level of depravity in him. It was time to turn things up a bit and see just how far over the edge I could push him.

"Tracy, stop what you are doing and come here," I called out to her.

She and Sandy were eating each other but she stopped and walked proudly to me showing off her beautiful firm pixie-like body. When she reached me, she dropped to her knees and laid her lovely head on my thigh.

"What do you wish for me to do, Master?" Tracy asked with her blazing with lust.

"Take out my cock and suck it, little one," I said to her.

Obediently she obeyed by unzipping my jeans and pulling both them and my boxers down to my ankles.

"Show our uh...guest how much you love to suck my cock. Make sure you take it all down your hungry throat. Look at him while you suck me. Make him wish it was his cock in your sweet mouth but let him know it will never be there," I said to her.

Blake was rubbing his cock harder and faster in perfect cadence with Tracy's head bobbing up and down on my throbbing cock.

"Take your cock out, sissy boy, stroke it for my lady but do not make yourself come," I commanded Blake.

Tracy giggled on my cock when Blake pulled his out and started to stroke it. He was only slightly smaller than me, if at all, so that wasn't why she giggled.

Then it hit me, 'here was Blake's now ex-wife on her knees deep taking the entire length of a 19 guy's hard cock down her throat and loving it while her ex-husband is watching and masturbating but not being allowed to come until he is given permission to do by her young Master.

'OMG!' Thought Tracy, 'I can't believe this is happening. I wonder what else Steven is going to make my sissy boy ex do? Even without the signed divorce agreement giving me everything, this is worth it all. I remember how Blake would brag when he closed a big sale about how stupid the other person was.'

'My son is amazing. I never knew there was this side of him. I can only wonder how he would have handled his own father had it not been for the plane crash. I am glad he has showed grace and class in the way he has handled everything up to this point. Even now, he is keeping this humiliation and degradation of Blake between the four of us. I think the $10000 he had Tracy give Blake in the divorce was in some way payment for this performance,' Sandy thought in silence.

"Sissy boy, you won't mind if this lovely little pixie walks you around on your hands and knees with a leash like a puppy will you? She can even walk you to the bathroom and you can lift your leg and pee in the toilet for her like a very good puppy. I know you'll do that for her won't you?" I asked Blake.

"Yes, Master, but I do not have a collar or a leash," he replied.

"Take of your clothes and let her use your belt as a collar and leash. She can also take my belt with her in case she needs to discipline you." I said to him.

"As you wish, Master," he answered subserviently.

Tracy was beaming with joy at this new twist in things.

"Do you like the way this is working, subby slut?" I asked.

"Oh! very, very much. This is incredible," she squealed with glee.

Tracy paraded her "puppy" around the entire office like a little girl with a new puppy. She did take him to the bathroom and made him pee. I wish I could have seen that. I'm sure it was hilarious. Oddly enough, Blake seemed to actually enjoy this humiliating display.

Tracy finally returned to sit at my feet but she made her puppy lie on the floor beside her.

"I do not think I will let you watch me fuck my girls. I am ready to call this a night but there is one final thing you must do, sissy boy," I said to Blake.

"Whatever it is I will do it. I will suck your cock, You can fuck my ass. Whatever it is I will do it but please don't end this now," he pleaded.

"What you must do is worship your Mistress, Tracy. You must kneel at her feet and beg her to forgive you for every wrongful thing you have ever done to her and then you will wash her feet thoroughly with you mouth and tongue. I will give you some extra incentive to do that because Mistress Sandy will suck my cock and make me shoot my hot cum on Mistress Tracy's feet and ankles. Then you must clean them thoroughly, sissy boy. Is this clear?" I said to him.

"Yes, Master," Blake replied.

Tracy, sit in the other chair and put your feet in my lap. Sandy come suck my cock and when I come make sure it goes all over Tracy's feet and ankles. After that, we will watch sissy boy worship her and you can clean my cock.

Tracy grinned like a Cheshire cat as she stretched her legs out and placed her tiny feet in my lap. Sandy was smiling as she leaned over to suck my cock into her mouth and throat. Blake just knelt beside us and watched in silent awe.

Sandy was sucking me harder than she ever had. I knew she wanted to watch as Blake worshiped Tracy. I was very horny and Sandy had me very close to coming in just a few minutes. I wanted my ejaculation to be a flood so I told Sandy to probe my ass with her finger and massage my prostate. She sucked harder than before and massaged me to the point that I was ready to explode. She was so in tune to my orgasms that she held off until the last possible second before removing her mouth but she continued to massage my prostate as my cum erupted onto Tracy like lava from Mount Vesuvius onto the city of Pompeii. My jism covered her lovely feet and ankles like cream being poured from a bucket rather than a stream from a pitcher.

Tracy pulled her feet from my lap and placed them on the floor in front of her and said to Blake, "Get on your knees and worship me as your Goddess, sissy boy. Beg me to forgive you. My Master has given you a treat. Lick his cum from my feet and be grateful to him. Suck each of my toes into your mouth and let me feel your tongue cleansing between and under them but before you do that, suck the finger Mistress Sandy had in our Master's ass. Be sure and clean under her fingernail like a good little sissy boy slave puppy."

Blake knelt obediently as Sandy ran her tainted finger under his nose to give him a good whiff of the strong pungent aroma before slipping her finger into his mouth. He must have been doing a good job because I saw her start to rub her clit while he sucked her finger.

When she finally pulled her finger out of his mouth, she cupped both of her firm taut breasts and leaned forward slightly while saying, "It's too bad you won't to suck these, sissy boy. They belong to my Master."

Turning his attention to Tracy, Blake said, "Mistress, I was so terrible. I never realized how much you meant to me. You are truly my Goddess. I humbly beg you to somehow forgive me. May I please clean your feet. I wish you to know how truly terrible I feel for every wrong I did to you. Please let me clean your feet with my mouth and tongue."

"Go ahead and clean my feet even though you do not deserve even that honor. While you do it, I want to show you what you have lost by your foolishness. You may look at it while you clean my feet but you will never touch it," Tracy said as she opened her legs to reveal the saturated lips of her pussy. She pulled back the hood covering her swollen and distended clit to let him see it while he licked my cum from her dainty feet..

I could tell just by looking at her swollen clit I would have to take care of her very soon or she would explode. She was at the point that had Sandy and I not been there she might have even let Blake fuck her. Of course, I realized that what she and Sandy had begun together on the sofa bed, as well as all the other sexual things that had transpired tonight, had gotten her to this level of arousal.

Apparently, Blake was very good with his mouth and tongue even on Tracy's feet. I could see she was struggling to maintain her composure and not give in to her own carnal lust. I couldn't help but think how much I wanted to fuck her while Blake licked and sucked her feet sohe could get a closeup view of my cock as it pounded into her sweet honey pot.

I was getting horny again even after the earth shattering blow job Sandy had given me to get this foot cleaning started. I thought back to the two friends who had signed the divorce agreement as witnesses, Marie and Donna. They were both smoking hot. I knew I could tell Sandy and Tracy what I thought and they would help me to get them if I asked but that would make me only slightly better than Blake or my father. Besides, I had Sandy and Tracy already and I loved them both. I could have Karen and Rachel whenever I wanted and no one would be upset. I didn't need these two other women. I loved and adored my girls. I was not a misogynist like my father and Blake. After all that had gone on this evening, I was ready to get back home with my girls and spend some "quality time" with them.

"Tracy, make him take your feet as deep in his mouth and throat as he can. Make your slave know how it feels to have his throat raped," I told her.

Blake was lucky her feet were so small. He gagged and choked as she forced her foot into his mouth.

"Flex your toes like a throbbing cock in his throat," I commanded her.

When I realized he was about to puke I told her to stop and remove her foot.

"Girls, it's time we went home. I'm tired, I'm hungry and I want both of you tonight so put your clothes on. We are leaving. Blake, I wish you well with your new life. Wrap things up here in town as quickly as you can and leave quietly. I have no desire to cause you any further hardship or discomfort. Live up to your end of the agreement and everything will be OK. Just remember, Tracy is MINE," I said with finality.

With very few additional words or comments, we all got dressed and left. Tracy decided to ride home with me. Sandy said she would stop and pick up something for dinner. I would have taken them out for dinner but, frankly, they were dressed a little too slutty for that. In fact, without their coats they were dressed a little too slutty for anywhere in town and of course, by now, their hair and makeup would take more than a few minutes to repair.

On the way home, Tracy kept babbling about how surprised she was at how everything had fallen into place so easily. I teased her about the foot washing and called her a slut for enjoying it so much. She giggled and told me she really had enjoyed but mostly because I had made it happen for her. She said she really liked it when she made Blake take almost her entire foot into his mouth.

When we got to the house, I picked Tracy up in my arms, carried her over the threshold into the living room and kissed her. When I put her down, I said, "Welcome home, my beautiful wife."

"That I am, my love. I am your beautiful wife, I am home and I know I am welcome. I never felt so much like a wife in my life as I do at this moment and I love sharing my husband with my best friend as my sister wife," Tracy said as she stripped out of her dress and dropped it on the floor at our feet.

"Both you and Sandy deserve the best of everything," I told her.

"Let's sit down and wait for Sandy. I'm a little hungry for real food," I said with a laugh.

"I'll get you a beer and a glass of wine for myself," Tracy said as she sashayed her beautiful naked body to the kitchen.

"What did you think of my friends, Marie and Donna?" Tracy asked feigning innocence when she returned with our drinks.

"They were both very pretty," I replied.

"They're both far better than just pretty. They're fucking hot. Don't you dare try to weasel out of this. Sandy and I could see the gleam in your eyes when you saw them but don't worry. What makes you so different from Blake and your father is that you care enough about us not to even try to make a move on another woman. We had to practically beg you to take Rachel and Karen and we still want you to go spend some time with them. As for Marie and Donna, I want you to have them as fuck toys but I want to talk with Sandy about it first. We both know you well, Steven. We know Sandy will always be first and I will always be second. We are your wives. The rest, including Rachel and Karen are just your fuck toys," Tracy said earnestly.

The front door swung open and Sandy bounded in. "Damn, Tracy, you couldn't wait to show Steven your hot naked body again. You really are a slut. What are you two talking about? You look way too serious," Sandy said with a grin.

"I was asking Steven what he thought of Marie and Donna," Tracy said. She was not one to waste time about things.

"We both know without asking what he thought of those two babes. Steven, if you want either or both of them, I'm all for it as long as I can have at least a shot at them myself. Unlike Karen and Rachel, Marie and Donna are local so having them over now and then for a couple of hours should be fairly easy to arrange," Sandy said with a giggle.

"Those were my thoughts, too. Donna, in particular, has been very inquisitive about why I seem so happy since I left Blake. I'm pretty sure now she knows Steven is the reason for that. She hasn't ever mentioned any real problems between her and her husband but I don't think their sex life is as good as she would like for it to be. It was chilly enough for a lightweight coat today but we still a lot of warm days ahead. Maybe we could invite them over one day for margaritas and bikinis in the sunshine," Tracy suggested.

"Mmm, I like that idea. What do you think, Steven? Would you like to have four hot MILFs running around in bikinis and getting tipsy on margaritas?" Sandy asked.

"Only if you two buy me a new Speedo," I teased.

"You've got it, baby," they replied almost as if they were one.

"What did you bring us to eat, Sandy?" I inquired.

"I got Mexican. I know you like burritos with chips and salsa. I would have gotten some Corona, too, but I know you prefer Guinness." she answered.

While we ate, the girls kept bringing up Marie and Donna. It was becoming increasingly evident they wanted me to have sex with one or both of them. My guess was, however, that Sandy and Tracy wanted them as much for themselves as they wanted them for me. Of course, I had no reason to complain. I enjoyed their open bisexuality and they kept presenting me with other beautiful bisexual women. Why would I need to cheat when they were so willing to share me?

Later that night as we lay in bed after a marathon sex session, Sandy suggested that I take a four day weekend and go visit Karen and Rachel. She and Tracy would set something up with Marie and Donna while I was away to clear the way for something more. I knew this was only the beginning. With both Sandy and Tracy digging their heels in, it was just a matter of time until I was dragged like the Trojan Horse into the city of Troy which, in this case, would be the feminine depths of either Marie or Donna and most likely both of them. Sandy and Tracy both were cunning and determined. If they wanted me to have sex with their girlfriends it would happen.

I was reasonably sure, based upon her very fair skin color, emerald green eyes and bright red hair that Donna was a natural redhead. From what I could tell by the way she was dressed, she also had a terrific body. Her blouse had been rather loose so I could not tell much about her breasts but the tight jeans she wore left little to the imagination about her ass. I had little doubt that it was high and firm. Yes, I was sure I wanted to fuck her. Even though Marie was obviously an out of the bottle blonde I wanted her almost as much as I did Donna. As best I could tell, she had incredible tits. She had on sweat pants which were rather loose so I could not tell much about her ass.

Tracy laughed at Sandy's suggestion and said, "That's a great idea then he can stop thinking about Marie and Donna like he is now."

"How the hell do you know what I'm thinking," I asked Tracy.

"Because that's what I would be thinking about if I were you. You'll like this, I've seen them both naked at the gym and they are built for sex. Donna is a natural redhead and she is only 30 years old. I know you're going to love riding that hot little filly. In fact, I sure we all will," she giggled.

"What makes you so sure she might want to play outside her marriage?" I asked.

"Not long ago, she told me thought her husband might be seeing someone else. He hardly touches her anymore. She's aching for a man who wants her but she has to be very discreet. You'd be a perfect cover for her. You're young and forced by circumstances to run your family business. You are well respected around town and no one has a clue about your sex life. Well, except for the few who saw the hickey the size of a tennis ball on Rachel when you left the Hilton," Tracy said still giggling.