After the night at the bar, Emma paused Louise's training for the reset of the weekend, and the three of us spent a lazy couple of days hanging out together, watching films, cooking and eating, just like any suburban couple except that there were three of us. Louise spent the weekend as both my wife and Emma's girl friend. They slept together on Saturday night, and I could hear them noisily having sex next door. I went in and joined them on Sunday morning, and we all sat in bed together watching daytime TV, totally relaxed and comfortable with each other. That evening Emma told me that we should restart Louise's training, and so Monday morning started with my usual wake-up blow job, and Louise asking for permission to wear her clothes for the day.
Emma continued to take charge of what my wife was wearing. The previous week she had made Louise wear a tiny, unsuitable and uncomfortable thong each day, paired with a washed out, unflattering bra. This week she decided to increase the humiliation further. Louise held up a section of thongs for her choice, but Emma shook her head, and gave her a pair of old fashioned, high waisted pants. Like the bra, they were washed out, the once white cotton now grey. Louise pulled them on and stood in front of us, her face red with embarrassment. They sagged at the crotch, and hung loosely at her waist, probably three sizes too big. I raise my eyebrows at Emma, but realised from her wide grin that Louise had no option. Together with the saggy bra, she had never looked less sexy.
In the evenings, Louise was made to wear the butt plug. I noticed that she seemed more comfortable with it now, and walked around as if unaware of its presence. I wondered what plans Emma had, but she was keeping those to herself. Louise was visibly nervous on Friday morning, wondering if that evening would bring another experience like the bar room gang-bang she had been subjected to the previous week, but when Emma came home, she told us that she wanted to stay on, and she would order pizza.
Louise was made to undress as soon as she got in, and Emma handed her some clothes to put on in front of us. The top was a vest, and as Louise struggled to slide it over her head, I realised that it was several sizes too small. She pulled it down with difficulty, her breast squashed flat against the front, and spilling out at the sides. The skirt was just as bad. She could barely slide it over her buttocks, and couldn't fasten the waistband. As soon as she moved it rode up, exposing her buttocks, and making it obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath. I could even see the glint of the butt plug between her cheeks.
When the door bell rang, Emma simply pointed. Louise looked confused, she obviously hadn't got any money, but as I reached for my wallet, Emma stopped me.
"She can take care of it."
I sensed more of Emma's involvement here and wondered where she had ordered the pizza from. There were voices as Louise answered the door, followed by silence, and then the unmistakable sounds of a blow job. We quietly peered around the door to see Louise on her knees, the tall delivery man standing in front of her holding her head as she bobbed up and down. His hand was wrapped in her long hair, and he used it to pull her up, before spinning her down, and pushing her onto the stairs. Louise was unable to move as he pinned her down, summing inside her after a few thrusts, before standing up again. He use her hair to clean himself before he left, and we hurried back to the couch to sit down before Louise came back in carrying the pizzas.
Her face was red and blotchy, and I could see the globs of cum in her hair. Emma calmly ignored her, and started to eat her pizza, making Louise sit on the floor, before handing her a slice. When we had finished and Louise stood up to clear away, Emma pointed to the wet patch on the floor. Without a word, Louise knelt, and grabbing the ends of her long black hair, used it to wipe away the pool of cum that had dripped out of her.
The following morning, Emma announced that she was taking Louise shopping, and took her upstairs to get ready. When they appeared together a short while later, I wasn't surprised to see the Emma had chosen another totally inappropriate outfit for Emma. She was wearing a crop top that barely covered her breasts, and as they walked down the stairs, I could see her globes peaking out underneath. Enna had dressed her in white cargo pants, the red thong underneath clearly visibly through the martial. The waist band of the pants was so low that it showed her bikini line, and the waistband of the thong rose above it, revealing the smaller triangle at the back disappearing between her cheeks. The waist band was loose and I could see it slipping as she walked down, and realised, that unless she was very careful, they would slide down completely.
