Lori was in a daze the rest of the day. She knew if she didn't leave or if Josh didn't leave she would succumb to his will. Just as she had, with Frank in college and every year since, until his death. When she had read of the fatal accident, it was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
The last three years had been heaven sent. No longer was she afraid to turn in a crowd and see Frank beckoning her with his eyes. No more lewd and lascivious behavior for his amusement. And, sadly she had to admit, no more incredible sexual highs spurned on by her desire to be degraded and humiliated. She missed the highs but not the lows. The horrible guilt of facing David after she had abased herself, usually on their anniversary.
Some part of her inner soul missed those times where her body betrayed her but she was just getting to accept her new vanilla life. Then Josh comes along. He was so like Frank and in a matter of hours understood her dark needs. She could not deny the excitement he was causing, she knew he would use her and give no quarter. She had dodged a bullet all those years with Frank; some part of him knew her desire could be fed and satisfied by his yearly visit. She never believed he wanted to destroy her family; he just wanted her to know he could. Josh was different. Lori felt no security with him.
David was home at his usual time and asked how her day was. She told him nothing exciting had happened and for the first time she realized he hadn't given her the kiss on the cheek he had for the last twenty some years. In fact she could not remember his last peck, it seems since his diet started his affection had waned. Except for the night in the garage.
A knock on the door to the yard interrupted her thoughts. There stood Josh holding two large brown bags.
David opened the door and the boy walked in placing the packages on the table.
"I am sorry to be a pest, but I am so appreciative of what you two have done for me I thought I'd spring for dinner. I hope you haven't started cooking yet Mrs. F." His smile hid something evil and Lori could sense it. "I got some Chinese and a six pack of beer.
"Well, thanks Josh. Lori have you started dinner yet? I know Chinese sounds good to me."
"No, I haven't started..."her voice was interrupted by Josh's.
"Great, lets eat. Mr. F. why don't you take the food out on the patio and I'll help Mrs. F. get some silverware and the beers." David grabbed the bag of food, leaving the kitchen knowing Josh wanted time alone with his wife.
Josh spoke as soon as the sliding door closed. "As long as I am here, Cunt, you will wear dresses or skirts. I do not want to see you in, " his had cut through the air motioning towards her pants and pull over shirt, "in this crap. Go now . And put some heels on. Bare feet are not allowed any more!"
Before she could answer Josh walked out with the six pack of beer and three glasses. What would David think if she changed? She looked across the patio and saw David and Josh clink beers in a toast of some sort Lori did not move and watched as Josh walked back in the kitchen. He began to collect plates from the cabinet when he looked over his shoulder and spoke.
"Is there something you didn't understand, Cunt?"
"Josh, please. David will wonder why, why I changed. It, I can't, please."
"If you come out dressed like that, it is over and done. I will be out of here, out of your life. But I know you, I smell you; you and I both know you don't want this...but, you need it." He started out the door and turned, "Since you didn't listen to me, no bra or panties. Just a dress and heels."
When Josh sat down next to David he spoke, "This is her first test. If she does what I told her I am afraid it is only a matter of time before I am fucking your wife."
David asked Josh what he meant but paused when he heard the clicking of heels on the pool decking. He turned and saw his wife walking towards them dressed in a nice summer dress. The heels were odd, because David knew how much she hated wearing shoes around the house. He also noticed the bounce to her as she walked. His wife was bra less.
"Lori," he knew this was part of the test Josh spoke about. He wasn't going to let her by easily. "Don't you look nice. Why all dressed up, dear?"
"I figured if Josh was nice enough to buy us dinner I should freshen up. I had been in those clothes all day." She smiled as she sat next to her husband, "It is a woman's prerogative to dress up once in a while isn't it?"
"Sure, it is. It will make dinner all that much better, Cheers!" Josh held up his beer as he finished the words and smiled at Lori as he clinked his bottle against hers. Like a cat playing with a mouse Josh was enjoying himself. They ate, drank beer and chatted into the night. Each had an ulterior motive and every word spoke was guarded.
David collected the dishes and told Lori to relax while he put them away. He told her he didn't want her to dirty her dress. The two sat at the patio table and watched as David worked at the sink. The window faced the duo and he would look up from time to time to see if anything out of the ordinary was occurring.
Josh stretched back in the chair putting his long legs out straight in front of him. He crossed his arms across his chest and with the toe of his sneaker he gently kicked Lori's foot under the table.
"Spread them, Cunt." He noticed her glance towards the kitchen, "He can't see anything, hell I can barely see in this light. I just want to be sure you followed directions."
Lori let her thighs part and spread her legs until they were stopped by the arms of the chair. She pulled her skirt up exposing her pantiless crotch.
As if he were smelling a simmering gourmet sauce Josh took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "What is that smell? Mrs. F., what is that I smell?"
She held her skirt at her waist and sat silently. He was right, she could smell herself.
"My, my, you are a stupid cunt. When you don't do as you are told, or answer my questions quickly, the punishment is always is going to be harder." He smiled. "Or maybe you like it that way. Now, Mrs. F. what is it I smell, or should I call your husband out here and ask him?"
Barely above a whisper, "My pussy. You smell my pussy."
"Lori, Lori, Lori. You don't mind me calling you Lori. I know it is awful casual considering our age difference, but then again you have your legs spread like some common whore. And that brings me back to my question, Lori. Do you think common whores have pussies? I think precocious teenagers and ministers' wives and the girl next door; I think they have pussies. But common whores like you? Now what do I smell?" His tone became deep and threatening as he finished his question.
"My cunt, you smell my cunt."
"It must be very wet for me to smell it over here. Put your fingers in it and let me hear how wet it is. Use your left hand, I want to watch the moonlight glisten off your wedding ring."
Lori dropped her left hand between her splayed legs. He fingers easily pushed into her sex. The squishy sound confirmed her wetness.
"Don't cum. That's a good girl, put a fourth finger in there. By the end of summer I expect you to be fisting your cunt for me. Your entire hand, up to the wrist inside your cunt. Of course we will have to use the other hand, won't we? Wouldn't want to lose your diamond ring in that sloppy cunt."
Lori was grunting, small little bursts of animal like noises, her eyes were looking at Josh; her husband and the kitchen window no longer even a thought to her.
"Okay, Mrs. F. Stop," he watched at the pained expression on her face. She had been close to reaching release when his words brought her back to reality. "Now, I want you to take those stinky, wet fingers and rub them on your face. That's it, your cheeks, your neck, good girl, now close your eyes and rub your cunt juice on your eyelids."
Josh watched as she followed his instructions. He stood up, hoping his hard on wasn't too apparent.
"Good night, Lori. I would wash up before kissing Mr. F. goodnight." He took a few steps, then turned around as if he had forgotten something, "Oh, by the way, I want that cunt bald next time I see it!"
He walked towards the pool house leaving her alone. She quickly covered herself and tried to figure out how to get by David in the kitchen. She heard the door open and saw him approaching with two glasses of port.
Her nostrils flared, there was no mistaking her stench. She smelled like the back seat of a teenager's car on prom night.
Acting quickly she stood, smiled at David, kicked off her shoes and in one fluid motion she pulled her dress over her head and dove in the pool. Her nakedness was visible for but a moment. The cool water doused her fervor and washed away the evidence
She surfaced and swam towards the edge of the pool, where David sat. He handed her the port and spoke. "No underwear, skinny dipping, my aren't you becoming a nymph. Is it for me or Josh?"
She put the glass down and looked up from the waters edge. She raised herself so her breasts floated at the surface with her hard nipples half submerged. "No darling. It is for my new good looking guy. Now why don't you grab me a towel and we can finish the port in our bedroom."
She again noticed something different about her husband as they made love. No as they fucked. His ardor seemed bent only on release. The passion was missing.
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The next morning Lori stayed in bed until David kissed her good-bye and she heard Josh leave. She got up and showered, She stepped out of the glass enclosure and looked at herself in the mirror. She was an attractive woman, living in an attractive house with a lovely husband and family.
