So after I was callously sent home, Jenna had spent the entire weekend being used like a slut AND LOVING IT. And with decent video from Dariuses bedroom, I was given a view of the humiliating and degrading way he treated her, and her full acceptance of that treatment. Not only that, but she was being more sexual and hot WITH ME. While this is exactly what I had hoped for, I could not have anticipated it working as designed. Yes something had to be waiting around the corner that would turn this from sexual bliss into a disaster. Yes, optimism was never a strong suit of mine.
BUT - Wow, after our exciting weekend, things did not turn into a fun filled orgy everyday. What happened was Jenna started to dress sassy and sexy every day, if not slutty. Every day she wore dresses above the knee but not way up, that also worked with her curves but were not obscene. She looked like a sexy professional every day. In the house she had indoor sandals of an inch to inch and a half and a nice pair of inch and a half and up heels when she left the house. Over the next two months, she had about 5 late nights with Darius. Darius would post the videos on a mildly known porn site for a few days that I would get to watch. Yes someone might see it, a risk that was exciting to me (and Jenna) but it was short term and unlikely to be an issue. And she was turned on and hot and sexy nearly every other night. She felt all kind of guys (Old, young, black, white, tall, short, sexy, disgusting) checking her out whenever she went out and was horny for it when she returned back at the house. My sex life was almost every day. In fact, I had turned HER away a few times. This was more than I could have hoped for. My wife giving me more sex than I could handle AND all the men around her seeing how hot MY wife was on a daily basis. I felt awesome and could feel the jealousy of other men. It was exhilarating.
After this two month golden period, Jenna got sick. For three days she essentially stayed in bed with some type of flu or virus. The second night of her illness was a planned evening with Darius. He understood and postponed telling her to rest up for her most demanding night yet. The rest of the week as she worked herself back to health, she functioned as old Jenna all frumpy, unsexy and cold. Sweat pants, no makeup, no fun of any kind. Monday was a new week and when I returned home from work, Jenna was still wearing sweats even though she was back to normal health. I asked her about Darius and she responded he wanted to see her again and she would spruce up for her Thursday night fun. She had no use for me that night and I started to feel that perhaps things were going to revert back after a short window of exuberance. But I was wrong as things were about to turn in another unbelievable direction.
The next day as I was getting ready to leave, I saw frumpy Jenna on my way out the door and resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't getting any action yet again. I went to work depressed that I would have another boring evening and hoped that maybe Thursday night with Darius would create a spark. But I was also worried that perhaps this sugar rush had crashed and burned.
After an uneventful work day, a text came in from Darius late in the day.
"Stopped by your house today to have my slut take care of my needs and was angry to see that she was not ready to take care of me. This will not do. Since you did not advise me that the slut was not conducting herself as I had had instructed, the two of you will be punished this evening. Your wife will give you instructions when you arrive home. Make arrangements for the kids. I am serious!"
I got home and Jenna was upstairs. The kids were eating dinner and my oldest asked where we were going. Having no idea, I said OUT and left it at that. I hustled to find my wife and"What happened?" was the logical first question I asked.
Jenna responded despondently, "Darius stopped by today and was pissed that I was not looking hot. I tried to reason with him, but he was furious. He threatened to stop fucking me and to post ALL the videos he has. He said if I want to pretend I am not a slut, then he will prove to everybody that I am. Honey, I'm a little worried."
"Worried about what? He won't post the videos. He's probably just trying to push your buttons and get you hot, right." I asked. "Plus he already posted them for short periods," I added.
"You are a real dummy" my wife chastened me. "He puts them on a not overly popular site, for a short period of time. He was threatening to post them on POPULAR porn sites and with our names. I mean, I really doubt that he would ever do that, no matter what we do, but he seemed to say it just to stoke fear. He never acted like that before. He always had a point that was pushing us sexually to get us turned on. This was just mean. I also give approval all over those recordings so he can do whatever he wants"
Not knowing what to say I moved on. "So what are we doing tonight?" I asked
"He said I needed a reminder that I am a slut. So no idea other than it is going to be humiliating. I don't know honey, I was so turned on but the last week, I kind of was feeling a little ashamed." Jenna told me.
"I thought you said the sex was great. You were really horny until you got sick" I answered back.
"I loved every second he was fucking me. It is incredible sex. And then I just become a total slut. When I got sick, all I thought about was how much of a trashy woman I had turned into. I always looked down on those women and I was ten times worse. I don't know, I just started to think I would prefer just to have sex with your permission as just normal me. I never thought Darius would care if he had his nights with me. Well we will see what he has in store for us, He WANTS you there," she emphasized.
It was a pinch, so my friend's wife was the only available sitter for the kids. She arrived, we said hello and then down came Jenna in a sexy tiny outfit. A black dress that barely covered her ass. It also was low cut as you could basically see her tits. Nothing else except Bright red 3" heels. She topped it off with an abundance of makeup that said "skank slut" and bright red lipstick that matched the heels. So despite the issues around tonight, I was sporting a hard on already. I could imagine the story my friend's wife was going to tell him tonight. I mean she had been a new woman dressing sexier, but this was almost a ridiculous getup. Outside of the swim coach, that night at the club, no one seemed to have any idea. Jenna was still the nice PTA mom type. Not anymore. When she was ready she put on a long coat and headed out to the car. And then we were on our way to his apartment, to see what Darius had in store for us.
When we got there, he was very cordial and happy. I instantly felt at ease. Was my wife crazy. Although Darius had texted me as well and threatened me with "punishment" Things were weird. After we settled in, Darius talked to us. We Listened.
