Prison Dolls Ch. 02

Robert physically shook his head to expel Bobbie from his consciousness and he started to slowly fuck his pretty wife.

"Is anything wrong?" Mandy asked when she felt Robert flinch.

"It's nothing darling, just a little cramp," Robert lied and closed his mouth on Mandy's and began to thrust his cock in and out of her tight sheath.

Mandy giggled almost like a schoolgirl and locked her arms and legs even tighter around her husband's lean body and rose her groin up off the bed to meet his thrusts. She was well on the way to climax and she adored that Robert knew exactly when to start ploughing her fleshy slot.

"Yes honey, go harder... go faster," Mandy nibbled Robert's earlobe.

Robert obliged and began to drive his throbbing member in and out his wife's slick cunt, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her then driving it back in all the way, grinding his pubis into her vulva so that he stimulated her clitoris. Mandy raked her fingernails down Robert's back than she locked her ankles in the small of his back and moaned and shuddered as she climaxed.

Robert felt her cunt quiver and undulate, pumping his cock, milking it of his hot creamy load as he ejaculated deep inside her. He stifled her moans with his lips, driving his tongue into her mouth, wriggling his tongue, tasting her as he planted his seed deep in her womb.

His cock felt like it was being gripped by a silken glove and squeezed, his flesh tingled as Mandy's silky negligee and gossamer hose grazed against him as he she clung to him, her body shuddering, almost convulsing.

They lay in each other's arms and held each other in wedded bliss, thinking only of how much they loved and adored each other. Brentwood Correctional Facility was a million miles away from their thoughts but as Robert slowly began to come down from his orgasmic high Bobbie slipped into his consciousness and reminded him that she was waiting.

"Have you ever thought about taking a lover?" Robert asked as they lay on the bed in the dark just before they fell asleep.

They had made love twice again and Mandy's vulva was puffy and her vagina a little sore. The Viagra was still working and although there was no way that Robert could climax again tonight he was still hard. If the Viagra wore off during the night he would pop another one in the morning while Mandy wasn't looking so that he could give her their customary farewell shag.

"Why would you even ask me that?" Mandy sounded wounded and was suddenly wide awake.

"I think I would understand. You have to make the effort to visit me every week and we have conjugal visits only once a month. You are a beautiful woman in your prime and your husband is locked away in prison," Robert sighed.

"What the fuck has brought this on?" this from a woman who seldom swore.

What had brought it was Robert's intense guilt at living a double life. The immense guilt he felt because he had placed his wife and daughter in danger was never far from Robert's thoughts. Ever since he had submitted to becoming Bobbie, Tig Hansen had made no further threats against Robert's wife and daughter but Tig didn't have to. The money that trickled into his numbered account which Robert then siphoned off to his wife in amounts that would not draw attention was both a reward and a warning: plata o plomo Silver or Lead! But before the lead ended their lives, his wife and daughter would endure atrocities he couldn't bear to think about.

"I'm just saying that's all. I've been locked up in prison for so long and I still have the rest of my sentence to serve. I'd understand if you found solace with another man," Robert whispered.

"What the fuck Robert! What has happened to you? You haven't found someone have you? You haven't gone... what is it they say... prison gay?" Mandy sat up and shook Robert's shoulder.

"No!" Robert shouted.

But the truth was far worse than being 'prison gay'. He was a prison doll. That is to say that Bobbie was a prison doll who coexisted inside Robert and the guilt he felt when he was with Mandy was nearly overwhelming. If Mandy took a lover it might help assuage his guilt.

"Well I won't be taking any lovers Robert, with or without your permission," Mandy huffed angrily and rolled over on her side facing away from her husband.

"Not that I haven't had a quite a few offers mind," she added bitingly before she fell asleep.

Where Mandy worked as a secretary in a financial institution the dress code required suits and ties for men and the equivalent for the female staff. She thought pantsuits made her look dowdy so she wore skirt-suits, hose and heels. With her teased blonde hair, big blue eyes, pretty face, long legs, ample breasts and curvy figure, Mandy attracted attention from the office incorrigibles. They knew her husband was out of the picture and circled her like sharks.

Mandy would never admit it but she was quite flattered that men still found her attractive but she had no interest in becoming the office trope who spent evenings in seedy hotels with married or divorced men who wanted only to put another notch on their bedpost. She loved Robert and their monthly conjugal visits and the little battery operated plastic toy that she kept in her bedside table sated her desires.

But the longer Robert spent in prison the more she became uncertain about the fidelity and endurance of their marriage. She had put up with Robert's bizarre behaviour: the long dyed hair, his smoothly shaved body, fluctuating weight, his insistence that she shave her mons and wear sexy lingerie, the brief period of impotence... and now he was suggesting that she take a lover.

What the fuck was happening?

The next morning they made love one last time before Mandy left. There was no mention of the brief heated discussion they'd had the night before. Neither of them wanted to part on a sour note.

As Robert underwent the strip search before he went back to D Wing he was very conscious of the fact that Bobbie would be required in Seg that evening. But this was his life now and he'd become accustomed to it.

Tig nodded at Robert as he walked down the corridor to his room and Robert returned the nod. Nothing had to be said. Bobbie would be required in Seg that evening.

To be continued