Prison Dolls Ch. 02

Sometimes, on a rare occasions, a pair of panties or an intimate garment may be found accidently tangled up in the sheets; a real prize for the finder. Necessity was the mother of invention after all and men deprived sex with women could imagine anything to quell their urges. Some men could even imagine that two men dressed in sexy ladies clothing, wearing makeup and high heels, shaking their asses and speaking with feminine allure were real women so long as the men never saw the women's cocks. Of that Robert was certain because he was living proof.

At first Robert had been unable to function sexually during his wife's conjugal visits after Tig had blackmailed him into providing sexual favours for the men in Seg and Allie had turned him into Bobbie. Robert knew that the issue was mental not physical because he was regularly orgasming during sex as Bobbie. He suspected that it was a combination of guilt and shame. Shame because he was being forced to transform into Bobbie and provide sexual services to men and guilt because despite Robert's reluctance to do so, Bobbie was increasingly enjoying doing exactly that.

Mandy had noticed the changes in her husband. He had lost weight, shaved off the raggedy beard, which she hated anyway, and had dyed his hair which to her seemed eccentric. Robert had become quiet and withdrawn and worst of all, despite her best efforts, was unable to maintain an erection.

Mandy was overjoyed when Robert was transferred to Brentwood. She knew that he hated his time spent in Smith State Prison which housed violent, repeat offenders or inmates who had exhausted all other forms of punishment. Having been convicted of a white collar crime she found it unfair that Robert was incarcerated in State Prison where he had lived in fear. She had exhausted what little money she had left to pay their lawyers to petition the State to transfer Robert to a minimum security facility which was where he rightly belonged.

Robert had not fared well in Smith. He had become lazy, gained weight and let his hair grow out and ceased shaving. When he was transferred to Brentwood his spirits had soared and he had kept the long hair and his beard but had his long hair styled and his beard trimmed. He stayed a little pudgy even though he was exercising regularly because the food was so good and there was plenty of it.

The icing on the cake was that Brentwood facilitated conjugal visits and Robert and Mandy had taken full advantage of the privilege. She had developed 'honeymoon cystitis' after their first conjugal visit because they had done very little other than fuck. But after a while, despite his ardour, he was unable to maintain an erection. Mandy had tried all of her feminine wiles to get her husband hard and even resorted to wearing sexy lingerie. Robert had stooped to satisfying Mandy orally which was nice but she wanted her husband inside her, holding him close as he ejaculated, triggering her own orgasm in the process.

Then suddenly Robert had recovered his sexual vitality and their sex life had blossomed again. Robert had requested that she still wear the sexy lingerie, sheer nylons and high heels when they made love and Mandy didn't mind one little bit. If that's what it took for him to maintain an erection then so be it.

What Mandy didn't know was that Robert was using the Viagra that he pilfered during his visits to Seg. She would also be shocked to learn that during their vigorous fucking Robert sometimes imagined himself in Mandy's place, dressed as Bobbie, lying on the bed wearing Mandy's sexy underwear with her legs open being fucked by some faceless man's big hard cock.

Mandy arrived at Brentwood on Saturday afternoon and was given a cursory search by a female corrections officer and her overnight bag was scanned for contraband. Robert would be strip-searched after the visit to ensure that Mandy had not passed him any contraband but as any infraction of the rules could result in the inmate being returned to state prison, the risk was considered low.

She was taken to one of the conjugal cabins where Robert was waiting for her. He was wearing clean, pressed khaki pants and matching shirt. His hair was tied back in a ponytail exposing his handsome face. He was lean and fit and Mandy was already hot for him.

She remembered the few occasions she had visited Robert in state prison where he had become overweight, bearded and looked despondent. Mandy was delighted when Robert lost the beard, lost weight and seemed to be his old self although she would have preferred that his hair was a little shorter and she was sure that he was dying it. Robert had always worn his hair longer, over his collar, and was proud of his black mane however there was now no hint of the odd grey hair that appeared now and then. That said; Mandy was glad that her husband was being fastidious about his appearance.

Mandy recalled the period of time when Robert had been unable to perform sexually just after he started taking care of his appearance and she put it down to anxiety or possibly depression but it didn't last long and he was soon back to his old lubricious self and she usually went home a little sore but in a good way. At home in her empty bed she would recall their conjugal visits while she used her trusty vibrator to bring herself to climax. But it was no substitute for the real thing and she was keen to make the most of their time together.

What she didn't know was that without the Viagra Robert was stealing from Seg, despite his ardour, he would not be able to perform.

Mandy had worn a simple shift dress and flats to the prison but she'd had her hair coiffed and her makeup was perfect because she wanted to look her best for her husband.

After a long sensual kiss they sat at the little table drinking instant coffee and discussed family matters. The sex could wait. They just wanted to be in each other's company and pretend that they were not inside a prison. They wanted some normality in their lives.

"Are you still getting the money?" Robert asked

"Yes and I know better than to ask too many questions about where it comes from," Mandy replied.

Mandy guessed, incorrectly, that Robert had been able to hide a lump sum of money from the investigators and had waited until he thought it was safe to trickle small amounts into Mandy's checking account. It wasn't a king's ransom but it was substantial and it helped Mandy and Charlotte immensely. Mandy was careful not to splash too much of it around. Although Robert's case was old news it might reinvigorate the GBI investigators if Mandy suddenly started spending big on luxury items.

What Mandy didn't know was that Robert was selling his soul almost every night for the money. Tig used both blackmail and bribery to keep his prison dolls in line.

"How's Charlotte?" Robert asked.

"She really wants to see you Robert. She misses her father," Mandy pleaded for what must have been the hundredth time.

"The man in prison is not Charlotte's father. I don't want her to see me like this, trapped in a cage," Robert sighed.

"It's hardly a cage Robert. It's more like a working farm," Mandy regretted trivialising Robert's situation as soon as she said it.

"It's still a prison and the guys in here are criminals. I don't want Charlotte anywhere near this place; you don't have any idea what happens here," Robert said bitterly.

Robert held up his hands when Mandy looked alarmed.

"Oh don't worry Mandy. Nothing really bad happens here but it's still a place where men are confined," Robert tried to soothe his wife.

"Charlotte is doing well at college and she's made new friends," Mandy changed the subject.

Charlotte's friends from before Robert was convicted had all abandoned her but she was resilient and had moved on. She wore the fact that her father was incarcerated as a badge of honour. It's not like he was a murderer or a rapist. As far as Charlotte was concerned her father had swindled a bunch of rich assholes that were so rich that they didn't even know that they were being swindled.

"She tells me that you're thinking of buying her a car," Robert raised his brows to his wife.

The only form of communication that Robert had with his daughter was a weekly email exchange. They didn't mention his crimes or that fact that he was incarcerated. Charlotte told him all about college, her friends and family gossip and Robert told her about working on the farm which was a fabrication now that he was working in the laundry but his wife and daughter didn't need to know about that or the reason for it.

Mandy tensed, thinking that Robert would disapprove of her buying their daughter a car.

"Something small, unobtrusive and preowned," Robert smiled at Mandy and she smiled back.

"Your daughter loves you and she will love you even more when she gets her car," Mandy's smile became a grin.

Robert couldn't help but recall the pictures Tig had shown him of Mandy and Charlotte. The realisation that Tig could have them abducted at any time washed over him but the dark cloud passed and they discussed other family matters for a while and then Robert helped his wife to her feet and kissed her.

"You wanna watch me dress?" Mandy squeezed Robert's cock through his trousers cheekily.

"You bet I do," Robert grinned at her salaciously.

Robert undressed and lay on the bed and watched while his wife kicked off her flat shoes and shimmied out of the shift dress, cotton panties and brassiere and cheap tan pantyhose. She put on show for him slipping into red satin and lace panties and matching brassiere, fifteen denier tan holdup stockings, red high heeled pumps and finally a red satin chemise.

The Viagra was kicking in and Robert was rock hard. Mandy was a little shocked when Robert had asked her to shave her pubis completely. Back in the day when they were wealthy socialites Mandy had her beauty consultant maintain a 'Brazilian' which she had considered racy at the time but completely shaving her vulva before each conjugal visit was now just habit, as was selecting sexy lingerie and heels to wear for her husband.

She did not want Robert to become impotent again and she had to admit that shaving her pussy, wearing the sexy lingerie, nylons and fuck-me shoes made her feel a little whorish which added to the excitement, knowing that they were surrounded by virile, incarcerated men who would love to be in Robert's place right now. Mandy and Robert did things in the conjugal cabin that they had never done at home in the bedroom.

Mandy would never tell Robert this but she sometimes imagined that several of the prisoners had climbed the fence surrounding the conjugal cabins and were peeking through the curtains, watching them fuck. And she would certainly not tell him that in her fantasies the men broke into the cabin and held her down while each man took his turn with her while she pretended to struggle but enjoyed every second of it.

Both Robert and Mandy had their secret sexual fantasies which embellished their lovemaking but neither of them would ever articulate them to the other. They were in love with each other and they loved making love with each other, the fantasies were just there to pique their imagination. Only Robert actually lived his fantasies in real life and when he did so, he did so reluctantly as Bobbie. At least that what he told himself when he was with Mandy.

Mandy joined Robert on the bed and lay down beside him. Her perfume was fresh, flowery and a little girly and Robert breathed it in and smiled. It was nice and it suited Mandy's bubbly personality. It was nothing like the exotic Christian Dior Poison which Bobbie wore. For that Robert was grateful because he only had to whiff a scintilla of the erotically piquant fragrance and Robert 'became' Bobbie almost instantly. Poison parfum would forever be associated with Bobbie.

Husband and wife kissed, softly at first. There was no need to rush and they took their time exploring each other's bodies. During their first conjugal visit at Brentwood Robert had been so impatient and sexually fuelled that as soon as they'd closed the door on the conjugal cabin he'd bent Mandy over the table, pulled down her panties and slammed his rigid cock into her clunge and filled her with a week's worth of spunk. That was the week she spent walking bow-legged with honeymoon cystitis.

When Mandy arrived home from that first visit she had to ease herself into the lounge chair and put a pillow under her ass and Charlotte had teased her mother about it. Mandy had blushed and told Charlotte not to be so obtuse. She knew that her daughter was sexually active because they spoke honestly with each other about such matters but she also knew that her daughter was no slut.

Mandy's hands slid across her husband's smooth chest, along his flat belly and finally cupped his hairless scrotum. Robert had begun shaving his body at the same time that he lost weight, dyed his hair and started daily exercising. She believed then and still believed that maybe Robert was trying to recapture his youth. Once he got over his impotence she actually relished stroking, kissing and licking his smooth trim body.

Robert gasped as Mandy began to stroke and gently squeeze his scrotum as she ran her manicured fingernails across his tender flesh. He slipped his fingers inside her bra cup and hefted her bountiful breasts, feeling her nipples engorge when he circled them with the pad of his fingertip. He worked one breast then the other as they lay sideways kissing, Mandy with one stocking-sheathed leg over his body. Robert relished the feel of her nylon-clad flesh on his and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth and swirling it around.

Mandy released his scrotum and took Robert's sturdy phallus in her hand. She expressed a jewel of pre-ejaculate from the eye and massaged the viscous fluid into his fraenulum and smiled when he hissed into her mouth. She grasped his manhood and began to stroke him and Robert's hand continued its journey across Mandy's soft belly down to her panties. His wife had developed a little potbelly while Robert was in prison but the extra weight suited her.

Robert hefted his wife's clunge, cupping her meaty vulva and gently squeezing it. Mandy gasped and Robert traced the outline of her labia through her silky satin panties. The crotch of her panties was already damp in anticipation of what was to come. He pressed a finger between her fleshy lobes and circled her clitoral hood, sliding the gossamer panty material over her engorged clitoris.

Mandy loved the feel of it but could hardly wait for Robert to ease the gusset aside and push his fingers into her cloying crevice or better yet, roll her over on her back and thrust his engorged manhood deep into her vagina. But Robert was intent on extending the foreplay.

Mandy wriggled free of his embrace and she lowered her face to his nipples and suckled and nibbled on them while she slowly stroked his penis. Robert eased her face down his body. As much as he liked having his nipples sucked it reminded him too much of the men in Seg suckling on Bobbie's nipples and he wanted to keep Bobbie out of his conscious thoughts for now.

Mandy worked her way down Robert's body, her long blonde hair tickling his flesh pleasantly while the tip of her tongue left a trail down his flat belly, circled his bellybutton and finally found his penis. Robert was about to be rewarded with one of Mandy's infrequent blowjobs.

"You don't have to do that," Robert murmured but Mandy ignored him and took his manhood into her mouth.

"I know you like it and I want to feel you in my mouth. I miss you and I love you," Mandy looked up at him.

With his cock lying on her cheek, her smoky eye makeup, teased blonde hair and red lipsticked lips she looked like a porn queen. She engulfed Robert's cock and began to suck on it.

Robert had heard the joke many times in prison: "What are four words that no man has ever uttered: 'stop sucking my dick!'"

This was probably true but the fact was that his wife was a lousy fellatrix. Yes, it felt pleasant when she took him in her warm, wet mouth and clamped her lips around his penis. Then she would bob her head up and down on it, sucking on it like a candy cane but she had no idea how to use her tongue. Robert would dearly love to teach her some of Bobbie's tricks but he'd put up with her mediocre fellation before he went to prison and Mandy might be more than a little suspicious as to how her husband was suddenly such an expert at cock sucking all of a sudden.

Robert laid back and enjoyed Mandy's ministrations as best he could. She certainly wasn't terrible; she just wasn't good. He enjoyed the feel of her lipstick-coated lips on his shaft and he liked that she gently cupped his balls but where was the tongue? On the rare occasion that she actually licked his fraenulum or his glans he moaned with delight and told her how wonderful it felt, but she just couldn't take a hint.

Sucking his cock like that Mandy could keep him hard all day but she'd never make him cum. After a while he eased her face away from his groin and smiled down at her.

"That was wonderful but I want to make love to you darling," he whispered knowing that the interconnection of love and sex was what Mandy adored.

Whilst Mandy tolerated Robert bending her over the table and rutting her, or pulling her ass into the air and fucking her doggy-style, her preferred coital position was missionary so that they could kiss and look into each other's faces while they 'made love'. Mandy detested the word 'fucking'.

Robert rolled Mandy onto her back and lay on top of her. She locked her legs around his flanks and scissored them so that her nylons rubbed on his tender flesh. She knew that Robert loved the feel of her stockings and pantyhose. Before he was incarcerated her husband would take advantage of any situation to play with her legs whenever she wore hosiery.

Mandy took her husband's turgid tool in her hand and guided it to her vulva. Easing aside the gusset of her panties she positioned his glans inside her labia. Robert felt the warm wetness of his wife's quim and slowly slid the full length of his tumescence into her vagina.

Mandy sighed with contentment as her husband slotted his manhood inside her aching sheath. To her it was the ultimate expression of love between a man and woman. She was not a virgin when she married Robert but there had been only one other boy before him. Despite her fantasies she was true to her husband and adored it when he mounted her.

As Robert's steely rod slid into Mandy she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, holding him close, adoring the feel of his cock deep inside her. She was moist and becoming wetter. Mandy had a way of undulating her vagina so that it clung to Robert's phallus; almost milking it as his cock slowly slid it in and out of her. She loved it when they made love this way, taking their time, extracting every scintilla of pleasure from each other's bodies.

Robert was tempted to drive Mandy into the bed and fuck her hard and fast but he knew that she liked their first encounter to be tender and loving. The torrid, carnal, exploratory sex would come later.

Robert kissed Mandy. His tongue explored her mouth as he lay on top of her, languishing in the feel of her body swathed in the satin chemise with her legs wrapped around him clad in her slinky stockings. He barely moved but he made sure his pelvis pressed on her clitoris as he ground against her, feeling her shudder and hearing her mew into his mouth as waves of pleasure erupted from her sensitive nubbin.

Bobbie tried to enter his psyche and force him to imagine that it was Bobbie lying on the bed dressed in her finest lingerie with some faceless but undoubtedly handsome man mounting her, pressing his engorged phallus into her slick, tight anus.