His Wife, My Slut Ch. 03-04

Chapter 3

"So, I've never had a hamburger before. It's not bad. Granted, it's a serious guilty pleasure for me, as a devout Hindu and all. Then again, as your slave, I'm here to please you and the gods will just have to understand, won't they?" Satya commented as she ate the cheeseburger that I ordered for her from the cafeteria.

"Sorry, I didn't think of your religious prohibitions, babe. I should have," I started to apologize, but Satya would hear none of it.

"Don't be silly. You gave me an excuse to do something wicked for a change. Hell, being your slave is going to give me a lot of excuses for that, isn't it? I love it! All those things that I feared to do, things that I thought of as wrong, and now if you order me to do them, I will do them all. Every last thing that you command, Master," Satya assured me with another kiss, more than a little tongue included.

"Keep that up, and I might well have to take you again on my next break," I teased Satya, who licked her lips in obvious hope that I would do so.

"I think that I'm getting hooked on being your slut already, Master. And that from just what little time we've had so far," Satya admitted, even as she leaned over in the nude and offered her tits for whatever I wanted to do to them.

"Damn, girl, you are bound and determined to seduce me, aren't you?" I exclaimed as I fondled her tits and ate my French fries from between them.

"Master, I live to serve. I am yours now. Gautam fucked up by giving me to you. I adore you. I have for a long time. I've been attracted to you from the day that we met. I was just a loyal wife back then. Not anymore. Those days are over. I'm your loyal slave instead and I will give you even more devotion and obedience than I ever gave him. Why? Because unlike when my parents gave me to Gautam, I wanted this. I pretended that I did, but deep down, in the darkest, most hidden parts of my soul and spirit, I wanted to be yours. When Gautam approached me about this, I must confess, now that we're being completely honest here, that I had to fight back the enthusiasm and play the part of the shocked and jilted wife, when in truth I was wetter than Niagara Falls," Satya revealed something truly surprising about her after all.

"Well, that's a truly fascinating confession, I must say. Don't worry. You're in good hands now. Mine. I've got you and I'm playing for keeps, my sweet nurse. You're not going anywhere, least of all back to his sorry ass. Now, speaking of ass, let me see yours a little closer," I told her, spreading her cheeks as she complied and pouring some soda down her crack to lick it up from her bottom.

Satya audibly and visibly shivered as I continued drinking soda from her ass and even placed some fries between her buns to eat them as well. Not satisfied there, I poured ketchup on her crack and kept dipping my fries in it to eat them straight from her butt cleavage, though not from the hole itself, of course. Satya really had chills on her as I did this, especially after I actually leaned over and licked the last of the ketchup directly from her bottom, cleaning it with my tongue. I kissed her sweet mouth and she gave me the steamiest tongue action possible, making it clear that she knew that it was raunchy as hell and didn't mind at all.

"Whoa, guys, get a room, will ya?" one of the other nurses, Ryan Thorne, teased us both, though it was clearly that he was green with envy, "are you really his slave now? Like, for real, for keeps?"

"Well, strictly speaking, she's indentured to me for a year, but I think that she's a keeper and she seems to feel that way about me. Guess that we'll find out after a year, won't we?" I told him as I rubbed Satya's breasts and kissed her yet again.

"But, legally, you can do what you want with her and she can't deny you?" Ryan wondered aloud.

"Yes, but I'm not going to abuse it. Why do you ask? Are you wanting to know in case you decide to claim a slave or something, or are you wanting to borrow mine?" I needled him a bit.

"Well, maybe a little of both. I'm definitely jealous, I confess. But I'm not sure what my wife would think of it, other than how hard to slap my face if I even tried, with your chattel or my own. Then again, who knows? It's a brand new day. We'll see, I guess, as you said," Ryan shuddered at the thought of his wife wreaking vengeance on him for even entertaining the idea.

"Maybe she wants to own you instead, make her domination of you official, that is," I taunted him as I wrapped up lunch and Satya followed me out of the cafeteria.

"She tries that and I walk," Ryan declared, "She's got too much power in our marriage as it is. I'm not handing over both of my balls completely to her, not like that."

"Good to know. Who knows, you might have something of a backbone left to you, man," I gave my parting shot, though it was clear that I had given him food for thought.

"What are the odds that either of them will end up owning a slave, Master? I have a sneaking suspicion that it will happen, though what that will mean for his marriage, I have no idea," Satya laughed as we washed up, I clocked in, and we got back to work.

It was a little different, working with a naked chattel at my side, especially with patients noticing her exposed beauty and enjoying her bedside manner. She still observed all of the proper sanitary precautions, still scrubbed up, still had surgical masks on, etc. It was going to be a challenge to ensure that she didn't get infected by something on her bare skin, but she seemed to welcome the chance to prove herself in this new, naked situation.

The working environment was a bit awkward, though, to put it mildly, with certain colleagues still giving me strange looks that indicated either disapproval or unease. I wondered if this could possibly work out, but she seemed more confident and that confidence must have been contagious. I relaxed well before the end of the day and accepted that my naked slave was able to hold down her old job as a nurse just fine, thank you very much. As the day went on, people seemed to adapt to the new reality of things and accept that, yes, there was a naked nurse, but she was still very good at her job.

Of course, it helped that nobody had time to waste on catcalls, wolf whistles, groping, etc. The hospital staff had bigger priorities, such as taking care of patients, of course, making sure that the supplies didn't run low, that sort of thing. The clerical staff still had to review insurance information, admit patients, help assign beds and rooms, etc. This wasn't just some office, where people could slack off. Lives mattered, health was in the balance, and these were consummate professionals who had dedicated their lives to this. This was their life's work. A bit of nude female flesh wasn't worth endangering those under their care.

Once the long day was done, of course, there were several of us getting off our shifts, and that was when things got funny. Ryan must have texted something to his wife, because he got a quick call on his cell phone from her about Satya, much to my surprise. That much was clear from his answers, as he replied to her comments now and then. I was more than a little amused as this conversation happened in the locker room and we headed to the parking lot.

"Look, Brenda, I don't know what else to tell you. My colleague, the head nurse, has claimed another man's wife as his indentured companion and that's most of what I know. So, yes, I will admit to being aroused by it. What else can I say? You want to have a talk about this, do you? We're talking about it right now, honey! Oh, over a dinner date. Okay, well, let's have a talk, then, but the suspense is killing me. Oh, you'll order pizza? Good! I just hope that whatever you have to say, you give me a chance to speak, too, and that it doesn't turn my stomach," Ryan reacted as he hung up the phone.

"Gee, that sounds like a nail-biter of a conversation, not to mention what's clearly coming up, dude," I remarked as my co-worker nodded and I took Satya's hand, "come with me. I'm pretty sure that they've impounded your car by now, honey. They always do with new slaves. Let's grab some takeout for now, as I'm sure that we're both in a hurry to fuck like rabbits, or am I wrong?"

"Oh, no, sir, you are very right!" Satya's kiss told me as much as her eyes and words did, as we climbed into my truck and headed for KFC to grab a bucket of chicken and some biscuits, as well as some sides.

I couldn't help but note how nervous Ryan was, but maybe it would turn out well ... maybe not. I didn't know his wife as he did, and if he was concerned, maybe he had a reason to be. What did she have in mind? Was she up to no good? All I knew right then was that I thanked my lucky stars for Satya. She was a real gem.

Chapter 4

Satya and I were in the middle of eating our wonderful meal of KFC chicken and biscuits, not to mention some baked beans, mashed potatoes, green beans, and macaroni and cheese, when the phone rang. It was Ryan Thorne, who else? He definitely had some news for us, which Brenda sprung on him while they ate their pizza. I was on pins and needles, curious at to what she would want.

"So, in a nutshell ... Brenda explained to me her problem, our problem as she saw it. She's ... submissive. That's how she sees it. I told her that I didn't really view her as a subbie type, and she explained that this was due to her imitating her mother and taking control of the marriage for too long. She actually apologized for that, but observed that I had allowed it, mostly because the culture encouraged such nonsense, found it acceptable and even humorous. Hence the sitcoms with clueless, pussywhipped husbands. She confessed that she was stressed out a lot and that she hadn't been into me as much since she started wearing the pants in our marriage.

"Anyway, she had a radical solution for us. She ... wants to be your sex slave, which would let her unwind and free her to be herself, she said. She would still be my wife, and would in fact be an even better wife for me, she swore. She would do whatever you commanded, and as long as you guided her conduct as my wife, she'd follow your commands and treat me better in the process. She would obviously have a lot of sex with you, as much as you wished, but she swore up and down that she would be a better wife because of that. She also swore that I would get a hall pass for at least one regular lover on the side if I allowed this, plus additional hall passes for any lovers that you made her take as well," Ryan told me breathlessly, still a bit stunned by this news himself.

"So, in a nutshell, your wife digs me because I have a sex slave and she finds that very attractive about me. She wants to be my personal fuck toy, but also come home to you and fuck your brains out in the future. She wants to improve and she's already made a good start on that with the whole ... hall pass business. So, here's the plan. Just an idea. Your hall pass expands with each new lover that I give her, eh?

"So, I'll be sure to give her plenty, so that you can enjoy not only Satya along with me, but also my other women. I'll make damn sure that she writes down each hall pass and signs it in her own penmanship, too. You deserve at least that much, I would think. Especially if you're letting me screw your gorgeous Latin wife," I reassured Ryan, quite eager to take Brenda Thorne as my plaything and use her, just not love her as I did Satya.

"But she remains, legally, my wife, right? I'm not Gautam. I wouldn't do to Brenda what he did to Satya, not in a million years. That's sick, what he did, and she's lucky that you're a better man than he is," Ryan spoke up, just to clarify that he didn't wish to legally turn his wife over to me in the same way that Gautam had.

"Hey, of course! I wouldn't dream of it. For one thing, isn't Brenda Catholic, not that she's innocent or too pious, judging from this. Anyway, divorce is obviously a no-go in her case, even a technical one. So, this is what will happen. You will join me tonight, both of you. Come by here. Brenda will undress in front of me, I will fuck Satya while you do your wife, and then we'll swap wives for at least one romp or two. Yes, I basically consider Satya my new wife as well as my slut, like it or not.

"Then we'll swap back and I'll screw Satya again while you enjoy my sloppy seconds. Brenda will then write down and sign your first hall pass, which will obviously be for Satya. From that moment onward, Satya will be your lover as well as mine, and so will Brenda. Then perhaps they'll become each other's lover as well, which would entitle you to yet another hall pass," I licked my lips at the idea of my sweet Satya eating pussy and another woman's ass for the first time ever ... and having hers eaten out by a woman as well.

"Oh, damn! Sorry, Brenda put the phone on speaker, and her response to what you said was to start fingering herself while stroking my cock, too. I think that she likes that idea, don't you, babe?" Ryan reacted, just as I put the phone on speaker, too.

"Hell, yes, papi! I'm gonna love surrendering my body to Hank and watching you fuck his cute Indian slut! Hopefully, this will last a good while, because I love the idea of being someone's cum slut and sex slave, and it will make me a better wife to you, trust me! I'll do whatever Hank says, and I can just tell that he'll make sure that I treat you as well as you deserve, honey. So, we can come over now and join you guys in bed?" Brenda begged for it, her voice full of need, an obvious longing for a dominant man that simply couldn't be satisfied by her dear husband, as much as she loved him in so many ways.

"I look forward especially soon to being double-teamed by Master and Ryan, I hope," Satya confessed aloud, making Brenda gasp and moan a little in response.

"Plus we'll all be fluid-bonded before you know it, sweetie. Trust me on that. Think of how sexy that will be for us. Maybe we'll do some amateur porn together, the four of us, at least," I chuckled, even as Brenda audibly came over the speaker phone.

"Well, I wouldn't have gone for that in the past, but if it makes my wife squirt like she just did, I'm willing to give it a try. Certainly, I won't mind being intimate with her ... and Satya, at least, on film. As long as it doesn't get leaked or something," Ryan laughed before hanging up, "we're going to be on our way before you know it. Come on, baby. Let's go open up our marriage, shall we?"

Hearing that, followed by the hang-up, was more than enough to get my blood pumping, and before I realized it, I was balls deep inside Satya once more. I took her from behind again, slamming her lovely twat while holding her by the hips and admiring her delectable ass beneath me. Satya definitely seemed to enjoy this position (she later confessed that it was her favorite, as it allowed her to be taken and dominated so thoroughly), and her toes curled as I rammed her deeper and harder by the second. Her sweet pussy felt as warm and wet as ever, slippery and juicy on my prick as I probed her very hot and earthy body. One thing was clear to me, namely that Satya was mine and she wanted to stay that way.

I was still very much inside Satya's exquisite snatch when the doorbell rang and I pulled out long enough to answer it. Outside the door were Ryan and Brenda Thorne, sure enough, and the latter almost immediately planted a serious lip lock on me, right in front of hubby. Instead of getting offended, Ryan tried to kiss Satya, but my slave had the good sense to turn to me for permission, which I gladly gave her. With that, Satya gave Ryan a French kiss that could melt Frosty the Snowman in a hurry, it was so steamy, while I picked up Brenda and carried her to my bed.

"Are you guys coming or not?" I teased Satya and Ryan, who had been making out like horny teens or something.

Before any of us realized what was up, Brenda's skirt was raised and I was inside her cunt, straight from my sweet Satya's pussy, my Indian lover's juices now being added to her own through the medium of my prick. Evidently, Brenda liked to go commando, or so it seemed as I plowed her from the back, my rod pounding her good and hard. Her husband, in the meantime, gave my Satya as good as he got, missionary-style, her hips bucking in tandem with his as they fucked and screwed like nobody's business. Whatever else happened, they had sampled some strange at least once in their marriage, and it was more than likely that they would keep doing so, given Brenda's stated plans.

As we four fucked side by side, I couldn't help but notice that Brenda had a tramp stamp, and it was one that would definitely catch a man's eye. It was a bar code, as if she were merchandise in a store or something, or else a legal slave as they had in Florida (here in Texas, it was indentured bondage only). I wondered if Ryan had observed it, and if so, what did he make of it, as he presumably fucked his wife at least sometimes even of late. I also noticed that she had some ink on her buns themselves, two roses on either side for some odd reason.

Just as Brenda started really cumming while I reamed, I stuck my right index finger up her asshole and she lost all self-restraint. She creamed herself loudly and involuntarily clenched my dick with her succulent pussy, making me spill my seed inside her delightful cunt. She also lost control of her bladder, pissing on my cock, which just proved how excited she really was. When they smelled this, first Satya and then Ryan came, the former moaning forcefully as the latter sent a full load of jizz from his blue balls into my sex slave's wet and wondrous slit.

"She peed on your dick, didn't she? Brenda's always had a weak bladder and when she comes, really comes, sometimes she can't help it. I can just imagine how she'll be when she gets knocked up. Mind swapping now, if possible? I love fucking her after she's pissed herself. It's proof of her orgasm, though it's never been with another man since we became exclusive. Which we're apparently not anymore. I have missed that mixture, her pee, her juices, and another man's jizz, though I naturally still want some strange myself," Ryan urged us, which thrilled me as Satya bent over to take my still hard cock (courtesy of a blue pill that he also took) and he slid inside his own wife.

This was one hell of a way to enhance our friendship ... and his marriage, wasn't it?