Bank 1
Warning
: If you have time, I would recommend that you read the previous stories in this saga or, at least, the first episode. It will give you the necessary background to understand the various characters. But if you start from here and if you need to know the essential, then let me tell you this is the depraved story of a couple and their son (hopefully not many of you are going to complain about it).
- The central character is Linda, a statuesque estate agent who has lived until now a very conservative and boring life in a leafy town outside London, UK. Through work and especially one of her colleagues, she has recently developed a taste for new sexual experiences.
- Josh is her son, a university student. He has found out about his mother's naughty activities and, having always fantasized about her, he's been taking advantage of the situation.
- Michael is Linda's husband, a rich lawyer working in the City. He's a cuckold through and through despite the fact that he initially pretended to be unaware of his wife's shenanigans. Now he knows and he loves it. But he wants his pound of flesh too.
Apart from Episode 2 where Linda spoke, narrations were from Josh. In this seventh episode, that I will classify as a "Group Sex" (honestly it could have been Incest or Loving Wives), Michael has decided to speak and tell us what happened next. Enjoy!
Ah...Linda! My dear wife! I have always wanted to have a trophy wife, tall, sexy, with perfect legs, huge tits (I got her a breast augmentation with one of the best surgeons in the country). And believe me, I have one. Despite being now in her late forties, she's still a traffic stopper and I very much enjoy the perverted looks of other men on her. I know they would love to access her knickers and have such a bombshell at home. I easily imagine how they get hard by just seeing her walking in the street.
Despite my fantasies, I had never shared Linda with other men before. And I would never have had the guts to ask her if she would have fancied the idea. But things have changed. My perfect little bourgeoise had some form of affair with one of her colleagues at the estate agency where she worked. The little bastard definitely opened a Pandora box.
To my initial disbelief, my now "dirty wife" has recently experienced a lot of group and public sex. My son has even blackmailed her into sharing her skills with him. And you know what? I love it. I hate to say this but I have discovered that I am a true cuckold and voyeur. Linda has turned into an insatiable fuckdoll and has had sex with multiple partners at work events, in the woods, at cinemas, swingers' clubs and even with a bunch of illegal immigrants at a construction site.
I should have been outraged, filed papers for a divorce and more. But nope... maybe I was secretly hoping this would happen one day and, as a result, validate the reason why I had always wanted a trophy wife.
You probably know how I discovered everything. I am not sure that I was very convincing when I confronted my better half, but I played the game. Linda foolishly thought that she would not be caught and nearly wet herself at the idea this could terminate her marriage. My son, Josh, thought I would kill him when I told him that I knew. Furthermore, he nearly had to pinch himself when he understood that I was giving him my blessing to use his mother.
But let's be clear, the two little fuckers know the one rule from now on: I am in charge! If there is any fun, I am the one controlling it even if I clearly don't want it to stop.
I want more! Yes, I really want more. And in a way, allowing Linda to have all the sex she can get, will probably offer the best insurance policy against the risk of seeing her developing a true affair with someone else.
Here, we are purely talking sex, raw sex in exciting environments to satisfy fantasies, not romantic shenanigans.
All is not rosy though. Her extravagance with work colleagues has caused her to lose her job, even though she obtained some form of honourable discharge (literally!). Gossips at the estate agency made her position untenable and her boss got no option but to "let her go".
The old bastard conditioned a nice recommendation for Linda's future to the materialisation of his fantasies. I am sure that Josh told you how his mother was used as a hot widow at a cemetery in Surrey and then, in the same morning, by construction workers. I attended all of this. My wife, turned into a nympho and pornstar under my very eyes. I never would have imagined that she would cope so well in such challenging situations.
So far, everybody had organised fun for my wife. It was about time I took the lead and gave the little bitch the treatment she deserved. If she still wanted fun now and then, I would give her some, under my direction and according to my terms.
Only a few days after the visit at the construction site, I started to think about Linda's career. She needed to move on. I wanted my hotwife to be busy (sex was fine, affairs were not) and happy, hungry for sex even if she was not in charge any longer, or at least not totally.
My money was sitting at the bank with appalling rates offered for my deposits and I thought I could use some of it in a much better fashion.
On Wednesday evening, just after getting back from work, I tested the waters while Josh was not around.
"Linda darling" I started, "how's my little slut tonight? I hope you are OK after having been used so much? No cum indigestion?"
"Stop the sarcasm Michael, you know I had not asked for this!" she replied.
"No criticism at all, honey. You were amazing, on the contrary. I must be the luckiest man on Earth with such a sexy and sexual wife..."
"I know, I can't believe I have done all this lately... Must be my hormones. Sometimes I believe I should be horrified, but in the end the thrill of unexpected situations makes me behave like a greedy slut!"
"Well" I continued "this is not to displease me but things have to be in control, for the sake of your safety and the family. We do not want another scenario similar to the one offered by your colleague's wife the other day. I thought the woman would kill us all."
Linda paused for a moment, took a deep breath before adding:
" I am... I am sorry about all of this... it should never have turned this way. It was supposed to be a one off (
see episode 1
). Should we start from scratch, sell the house and live somewhere else?"
"God Almighty Linda, don't be so overdramatic! Let's have fun while we can but no more playing in the back, if you see what I mean."
She understood too well and nodded.
"But on a more cheerful note, I have come up with a new idea..."
Linda's face turned very suspicious thinking that I had probably arranged a new orgy of some kind.
"For the moment, nothing sexual my dear, just business. As we all know you're very active - in many ways I should add - and an outstanding professional in the world of real estate... well, I thought, it could be our mutual interest if I were to fund your own agency."
"Wow Michael..." she stuttered, "... are you serious? But..."
I will spare you the details but I made it clear that it was not an emotional investment. She had the talent and skills to develop a service for high net worth individuals in our neck of the woods. We spent a few hours throwing ideas at each other. A bottle of bubbly helped us stimulate our brains and find suggestions for a location, the name of the company, recruitment, going partly digital, just to name a few things.
I knew that Linda would never accept that I should fund everything. She had her own savings, but the thought of having me onboard got her over the moon, so much this project was important to her. If we wanted something that would go the extra mile and state of the art in the profession, we would need additional investors anyway.
A couple of bottles later, our old couple found its youth again and I ended up banging my wife on the kitchen table. She asked me to repeat this three times during the evening in other parts of the house and I thought I would not survive the night and make my investment a reality.
But I did survive and before we finally fell asleep, I whispered in the back of her ear:
"Linda, there is one thing I have not clarified yet regarding my investment: I will demand a special dividend."
"What's that, lover?" she asked while delivering tender kisses along my neck.
"My new business partner should keep offering hotwife stuff. I want to carry on sharing you now and then. Therefore, in return for my financial investment, I will get to use you or have you used at my discretion... of course, in all safety!"
She looked at me and laughed, bouncing on my statement:
"And what sort of dividends should additional investors get then?"
"Don't you worry wifey, I will keep you busy, if you can cope obviously!"
"Try me!" was her short and final reply before we left this world for the night in a state of exhaustion.
The morning after, my body was void of energy but it felt rather good nonetheless. I could not resist complimenting her again around a coffee and a croissant. I was in love with every part of her body.
"So... Linda, how are you coping with your future ex-boss, Hertzschinger? Do you still have to make arrangements for the Emir's party before leaving?"
"Yup... that's my last assignment and as you know, I could not say no. It was the deal as Hertzschinger is still OK to pay for my commission. Besides, his recommendation will be needed with new investors. I am just trying to see the bright side of it, in other words making additional contacts with VIPs. That could help kickstart our new business."
"Ha, ha" I could not resist laughing. "I remember very well last time you told me this... I mean the networking thing at the Convention. Little did I know, it was that kind of networking!"
She cheekily replied : "But, I also made genuine contacts that night! Anyway, the party was initially planned at the place he's just acquired but he let me know yesterday it was too small for 100 guests. It will now take place at his country embassy near Kensington Gardens."
