It had been six months that Dan, Tom and Kira had initiated this bizarre game of part time marriage, at Dan's whim. They had been on vacations in Florida when he made a joke telling Kira she acted as the wife of their close friend Tom. He was still a bachelor and, from time to time, she helped him for his laundry, sewing back buttons, shopping for him or occasionally preparing diners for his guests. Once he had had a very important dinner with fifteen friends, she even agreed to be a waitress for the evening. Tom had bought her a frilly costume of French maid with a short black dress, a white top and a small apron. With four inches stilettos, she was very cute and sexy. During the meal, she had had to ward off constantly wandering hands from the guests, some of them asking her for a night with them when they left and demanding her cell phone number. When the last one had finally and reluctantly departed, around 3 AM, Kira and Tom made jokes about their futile attempts.
Tom helped Kira to take the plates to the kitchen but she adamantly refused to let him wash dishes. She always loved role playing and she wanted to stay in role as long as possible. So she curtsied before him, telling him that washing dishes is a job for waitresses, not for employers. He agreed but she noticed that when she curtsied, his eyes were riveted to her breasts, exposed by the plunging neckline of her lace top. She finished around 5AM, she was surprised to find him still awake. She offered to make him a coffee or a soup but he declined, thanking her profusely and asking her what she asked for fee. She laughed that it was a gift to a friend.
Tom was fishing for that reply and he retorted that as she had wanted to fully play the role of the waitress, so he expected himself to play the role of the employer. Kira did not understand him immediately, then, he grabbed her in his arms, kissing her as a master must have kissed his slave. She did not try to stop him or even squeal as French kissing one another was their custom since a night he had been completely drunk in front of Dan. When he stopped, panting from lack of air, he pushed her skirt to her waist and ripped off her panties. She was stupefied as he had never been violent with her. Completely mesmerized by the events, she let him part her legs and put his fingers to her twat. He took a dispenser of whipped cream and put a huge dose in her cunt. He then grabbed her by the hand and accompanied her to the door.
- I'm driving you home. It is too late to let you drive alone!.
Kira made a futile attempt to stop him
- But my clothes, my bag, my car?
- Here is your bag! Your husband will drive you back tomorrow to fetch your clothes and your car. In the mean time, he will discover you as a bare bottom, freshly fucked French maid. I'm pretty sure he will appreciate what I deliver him.
Kira found herself on the street with her skirt still folded around her waist and her cunt in full display. Fortunately nobody was there at this early hour. She had barely time enough to push down her skirt before climbing in his car.
When they arrived at Dan's home, Tom insisted to discuss with her husband they had found asleep. He told him to Kira's ultimate shame that he had found her fucking in a bedroom with two of his guests. To prove it, he pushed up again her skirt before she was able to stop him, showing her panty-less crotch. He blocked her arms on her back, telling him to put a finger up her twat.
- Verify yourself. she must still be full of cum.
Kira's husband was completely under his spell and did as he was told. When he took off his finger, it was coated by a white jelly that could have been taken as sperm. Her husband looked her down, seeming angrier and angrier as seconds passed. She wondered
- What is Tom's bloody purpose: our divorce?
Then Tom laughed at Dan's face
- It was a joke! The gooey on your finger is only whipped cream, taste it! She has been a model of the faithful wife and her outfit was my idea of an attraction for my guests. I ripped off her panties just before driving her back here. I offer you the outfit to spice up your future evenings. you can also dress Kira to be a waitress for your next formal dinner. But, take care: if you keep her panty-less, your guests will rape her!
Tom added just before departing
- Thank you, Kira, for the evening help and entertainment and for the surprise joke to your husband! See you later!
Kira was rather sleepy and wanted nothing more than to take a shower and go to bed. But Tom's joke had completely awakened her husband and got him terribly horny. He insisted she told him all the attempts of Tom's guests to trap her in the kitchen or corner her in the bathroom or anywhere else, to put fingers under her panties, top or bra. When she arrived to Tom's pretended rape, Dan could not wait any longer, not wanting her to take a shower or undress.
Tom pushed once again her skirt up to her waist and her top above her breasts, ripped off her bra and positioned his cock just at the entrance of her snatch. With a growl, he rammed all the length of his cock inside in one powerful thrust. Telling him all the attempts she had warded off had made her wetter than anytime before and she suffered no pain at his forceful entrance. When he glided back, she humped him by the deepest hip movement she could manage with him on top of her.
They continued their fucking for more than half an hour with him spewing in her cunt at least three times, filling her completely until sperm oozed from her love tunnel at each thrust. She did not count her orgasms but they were like fireworks in her head. They slept, cuddled spoonlike against one another, as soon they had both cummed for the last time and they woke up nearly ten hours later.
They were engaged at that time in a complex situation with Kira pretending to be Tom's blonde girlfriend Sarah from Monday to Wednesday, and Dan's wife chestnut hair Kira from Thursday to Saturday. They usually spent Sundays all together, KIra posing as either Sarah or Kira.
She had had problems at the beginning to adjust to managing two separate lives, trying to avoid any interferences but both her ÒhusbandsÓ helped her as much as possible as they took a very deep pleasure sharing her that way. They had only two problems: Kira was not officially married to Tom and she could not give him children as people would have seen her pregnant under both identities and she could not move her children with her every three days. They were looking for solutions to both problems.
Therefore, on a Saturday morning, in Tom's wide garden, Kira found herself wearing an extraordinary beautiful embroidered white wedding dress suitable for a princess with a long train and a long virginal veil: after all, it was the very first marriage of Sarah Hollander. Her hairdresser had made miracles with extensions. She went to the altar giving her arm to her real husband Dan that was there officially to give her away. She felt very guilty when she pronounced her blasphemous vows to Tom. Dan was Tom's best man and took the major part in her marriage. He was in charge of selling the bride's garter, pushing up the hem of her dress as the auction price increased. The highest bidder had the privilege to take himself the garter and get a full view of her frilly panties. Afterwards, Kira-Sarah went to the ladies' room and Tom had her cleared from those panties, leaving her bare bottom for the rest of the night, totally at the mercy of both her husbands. She opened the dance with Tom, for sure but Dan had the privilege of the second dance.