We finished dinner without any more humiliating acts concocted by Frank. Lori ate her meal and drank the wine in silence. When we took the elevator down to the ground level Frank brazenly squeezed my wife's ass in front of the other diners. They looked on in disgust, thinking alcohol had taken this couple beyond their sense of decency.
When we entered the limo I was certain Frank would continue his assault of Lori. To my surprise we drove in silence to the hotel and went to the suite without any conversation let alone contact. Perhaps the day had been too tiring for him and rest was on his mind. When we entered the suite he finally spoke.
"Go to your room, but leave the door open. Your wife has been a good slut and deserves to be made love to and pleasured by me without an audience. Good night."
Lori smiled and perhaps the humiliations of the day faded away as she realized her lover was going to give her what she has wanted all day. She gave me an understanding look and whispered good night to me. I walked to my room and readied myself for bed.
I heard their lovemaking, but it was void of nasty talk and self degradation. Her moans were of a women reaching pinnacles of pleasure never reached before. I laid in the dark thinking of how Frank was bringing her the gratification I never could. After what sounded like multiple orgasms I heard Frank bellow as he climaxed.
There was silence for a while, followed by quiet whispering. I heard the rustle of the bed covers and the sounds of steps on the carpet. I looked towards the room and in the door way I saw the silhouette of Lori, nude except for the heels with the moonlight lighting her body like an old black and white movie. She walked to the end of the bed. I heard her voice, though I could not see her face clearly. I sensed she was crying softly.
"I want to tell...well actually Frank wants me to tell you. I am sorry. You must do this for me, please. If I want his cock again and I do...you need to..." her voice cracked and I knew what he told her. I knew why she was crying. I knew what he wanted, what I would only dream of, I thought like him but could never act like him.
"It is all right. I know, you don't have to say it." my voice nearly stuck in my throat as I spit out the words.
Lori walked over to the bed and stepped up on it. She rocked on her heels as she moved towards the headboard. She placed her arms against the wall and straddled my head. I looked up in the dark and could make out the image of her swollen cunt lips as she slowly squatted down towards my face. Her pussy felt cold as it first touched my lips, cold yet wet. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the mixture of their juices as she rocked back and forth on my face. It did not seem long, perhaps minutes but she clamped her legs tightly on my head and I could feel her body tighten as she came.
His voice boomed in the room as the lights came on, "I told the slut, you'd be happy to eat my cum from her cunt!"
In the bright light I could see the swollen tear filled eyes as she got off the bed. I looked over at Frank, who stood nude with his turgid cock hanging between his legs. She walked over to Frank who gave her a kiss and told her to go to bed. He smiled at me as he switched off the light and closed the door.
The next morning I went to the conference. The door was closed and I heard no noise from their room. It was hard to concentrate, yet I knew whatever was to happen, Frank would be sure I heard all the details.
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They slept in until late in the morning. Frank woke first and showered and dressed for the afternoon. He gently woke Lori by rubbing the back of his hand across her cheek. When she first opened her eyes she smiled when she realized it was Frank waking her. He kissed her on the forehead and told her to shower and shave her cunt. He unlocked the padlocks and rubbed her feet as he removed the heels.
When she came into the room she was nude and now quite at ease with it around this man. She asked him what he wanted her to wear. Frank looked at the heels and told her for now those would do. Her feet ached, yet she had no second thoughts about putting them on and felt a sense of security as she locked the straps to her ankles. Frank asked what her son was doing on a Saturday and Lori answered they had left him at her Mother and Father's house. Frank told her to call him.
Lori was unsure of where this was going. Was Frank concerned about her, knowing a Mother wishes to check on her children. She felt funny sitting on the bed nude dialing her Mom, while this fully dressed man stood near bye.
"Hi, Mom. How is John doing? I meant to call yesterday but never found the time." she tried to keep her voice even as she felt Frank spread her legs apart. He whispered she should talk to the boy until he told her otherwise. "May I speak with him," she asked.
During the few minutes it took for her Mother to call the boy to the phone Frank had started to finger her cunt and twist on her nipples. "Hi...John how are you," Frank pushed two then three fingers roughly in her cunt, causing her to gasp, "No, I'm fine. Just a little tired I was in the gym working out. Tell me about school,"
Frank increased the fucking of her cunt and the twisting of her nipple. He relished her shame and humiliation of his including her son in his games. Lori would grunt little sounds of encouragement while her son spoke. Frank pulled his hand from her splayed legs and stood in front of her. He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out.
"That's fine John, I'm sorry I just wasn't listening...no I am having a good time," she tried to remain calm as the head of his cock rubbed against her face. She looked up at Frank, pleading with her eyes for him to stop.
"Keep talking, slut," he whispered as he began to jerk his cock rapidly.
"No, that wasn't Dad, it was the TV. So finish your story about your English...I'm sorry your History project. I am listening John," she apologized as she knew whatever he was saying wasn't registering in her lust filled humiliated mind.
As she tried to concentrate on what was being said she saw Frank step next to the night stand and shoot his load of cum on the wood top.
"Eat it, " was all he said. Lori looked up and didn't know what to do. She could hear her son's voice yet the words meant nothing.
"Eat" he said louder.
Lori knew the TV excuse would not work if Frank continued to get louder. She twisted the phone so the mouth piece was above her head and listened to her son as she leaned over and began to lick up the cum. She tried to be quiet and John seemed to not hear her subdued slurping. She ate quickly and when done looked at Frank. He nodded.
"Listen, Honey. I miss you. Say good bye to Grandma for me. I'll see you Sunday evening" as she spoke the taste of Frank's discharge lingered. She hung up the phone.
"Like I said a slut must learn to love the taste of cum, under any circumstance," he smiled at her and pointed at his cock hanging out of his silk dress slacks. Lori saw a bit of cum glistening from the head. She leaned forward and licked him clean and gently put his cock back in his pants.
Frank told her to put the nipple clamps and leash on. Next he had her put the new blouse they had purchased on. It was sheer but not transparent. That she was wearing body jewelry was evident if one took more than a quick glimpse at her. Next came a skirt that went to mid ankle. It buttoned all the way up the front and he had her leave all but three buttons done. When she stood the front of the skirt rested closed, yet as soon as she stepped the slit would open revealing her legs to mid thigh and to an observant person, the beads.
As they walked through the lobby, Lori took small steps hoping not to expose too much of her legs and the leash. She kept her eyes down so as not to know if people were aware of her under things. They took Frank's Yukon to an industrial part of Seattle and stopped at a bar. It was a bit pass noon and the parking lot was fairly empty. Frank told her he needed a drink.
When they walked in from the bright outdoors to the darkened room it took minutes for her eyes to adjust. It was a bar like many working man's bar; Beer posters and football schedules hung on the old wooded paneled walls. A long bar extended from one side to the other and a spattering of tables and mismatched chairs were circled around an old linoleum dance floor. A juke box stood silently against the wall and in the back were two pool tables.
Behind the bar was a tall older man, probably the owner, talking to two men sitting at the bar. Two men who had nothing better to do with their Saturday afternoon then drink away their sorrows and talk of plans never completed. To the back were another two men, one black and the other hispanic playing a game of pool. Everyone looked up when the two entered the bar. Not a usual sight at this establishment.
Frank pulled out a stool for Lori and she sat up trying to keep her legs together as the skirt fell open. He sat next to her and the bartender walked the few steps to them. His eyes on Lori.
"What can I do for you folks?"
"I'll have a scotch on the rocks. She isn't thirsty...yet" Frank answered.
The drink was made in an old fashion glass and set on a nondescript white napkin in front of Frank who laid a twenty dollar bill on the bar. "Keep a tab," he directed the man, who shook his head in agreement and walked back to his regulars. The sound of the pool game echoed through the bar.
Frank asked Lori if she was thirsty and she nodded yes, thinking the scotch might settle her nerves. He reached into the glass and pulled out an ice cube and laid it on the bar in front of Lori. The men at the other end stopped their conversation and looked intently at what was happening.
"You can have the ice, but pick it up with your mouth, not your hands" he stated loud enough for the others to hear.
"Never mind, ...I'm really not thirsty, thanks anyway." Lori stammered hoping against hope that he would let her off.
"You asked for something to drink. Don't make me spank you in front of these gentlemen for refusing me." his voice was louder and the noise of the pool game stopped as the other two men walked over, pool cues in hand.
