Previously, husband James helped out his friend Grace to model a dress she made. This led to James becoming Jasmine and, at the instigation of his wife, having to suck a backer's dozen of cocks. Jasmine gets his own back by sending his wife Caroline home, naked, in a cab. The story continues with Caroline trying to get her revenge.
I naturally had to stay on once Caroline left Grace's place as I was supposed to be away. Grace was amazed, scandalised and dumbfounded at how far I had pushed Caroline. "Well," I shot back at her, "you two set me up pretty royally. I know you've sucked cock before and were never too happy about it. So why on earth did you set me up for a baker's dozen full of cum?"
"First, I thought you should get a bit of perspective given how you were laying it on for Caroline after her story." I frowned. "But mostly because when I told you to be quiet you kept on taking."
"Only a few words," I exclaimed.
"That was enough to get me going, though. I'm a bit sorry for that as I never expected that you personally would have to do so much .... work."
"Work!"
"Well, you know what I mean," said a somewhat chastened Grace. "However, I think you will get back in spades what it cost you. I use the cab company quite regularly so they are used to people in various states of undress leaving here. They have never seen anyone completely naked or a woman with a cucumber up her cunt. I hope the driver can pay attention to the road!" We both chuckled and she got on with turning me back into a bloke.
Grace was good enough to protect me as Jasmine so accepted her offer of letting me spend what was left of the night. I couldn't go home until after the "boy's trip" I claimed I was going on. Grace was wonderful as she had breakfast ready for me. It was interrupted by a knock on the door. Grace answered it and came back stunned.
"The taxi driver says that Caroline left the box of her clothes in his car. When he realised this he went back and pushed the all of the bells. A male voice answered who said that he didn't take a taxi last night. He thought discretion was the better part of valour so brought the box back. She must have been left naked on her door step. What do you think happened to her? I've never had anything like this happen before. My god, if she was naked she had no keys or way to get in." She was on the edge of tears and starting to panic.
"Calm down. Don't worry. This has nothing to do with you. If she has panicked half as much as you the situation is delicious. Even if she had had the box, she couldn't have gotten her clothes." She looked at me quizzically. "You gave me a strong box with a lock. I made sure I locked it! I also didn't put her purse in it. So even if she had clothes she wouldn't have been able to get in. I kept her purse so she didn't have a key to get either!"
"How could you do that," Grace exclaimed. "You allowed her to be deposited on her doorstep completely naked with no clothes, no key and no money! Nothing whatsoever?" She was shaking.
"Well, I did try to stop her. But she slapped me down pretty definitively if you remember. I figure after swallowing 13 sucked cocks she deserved it." Grace couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Even so, exposing your wife's nudity to neighbours! What kind of husband would do that?"
"Well, there's story behind this. Caroline and our downstairs neighbours have been having an argument for the last few weeks. Something about not cleaning the entry way after putting rubbish out. Some sharp words were exchanged and Caroline had the hump. Earlier this week, a delivery man buzzed all the doors. Doris answered first and managed to lock herself out of her flat. Caroline came down to see Doris wrapped in a towel. Doris naturally asked if Caroline would call her husband for a key. Caroline tried to take advantage of the situation. She would only do so if Doris promised to clean up the hallway as Caroline wanted. After a few choice words Caroline said either promise to clean up the mess or give me your towel so I can do it. That sent Doris through the roof. She threw the towel at Caroline and told her to be the cleaning lady of the building. Caroline thanked her for the towel and went up to get a bucket.
When she returned Doris had regained some composure, probably from being stark naked, apologised and offered to clean up the mess. Caroline naturally agreed and went up to call Doris's husband. Doris naturally asked her to leave the towel and bucket but Caroline just smiled and went back to our flat. Caroline came back down to a more worried naked Doris. Apparently Caroline had to meet Doris's husband half way to collect the keys because he had an important meeting. Caroline thought it perfectly reasonable to make Doris wait as she, Caroline, was having to do extra work for her. The alternative is that Doris could go meet her husband. Well, you can imagine the exchange. However, as Caroline pointed out, she had the upper hand so what she said happened. Out the door she went leaving Doris trying to cover her various bits.
"It must have been some sight. Caroline obviously had time to think about what to do. Doris was naturally waiting for her and was relieved when Caroline walked in. But Caroline walked past her to our flat. She came back with a bucket of water and the towel and explained that she wanted Doris to clean the entry way before she gave her the keys. Naturally some cross words were exchanged but Doris had to give in, much to her chagrin and embarrassment. Caroline's description of how Doris's large ebony body swayed against the white floor showed she utterly enjoyed the event. What really got her was seeing Doris's shaved cunt. This really affected her as she had never seen such a thing. Desire and power really took over. She figured out how to hold the bucket in such a way that Doris had to present a full frontal view every time she needed to clean the towel in the bucket. Doris apparently fumed most of the time. Caroline had Doris start at the front. When she got to the back, where it was a bit dark, Caroline opened the door. Doris complained immediately but Caroline's response that light was needed to ensure she could make the hallway as clean as her bare cunt.
'She even forced Doris to figure out a way to prop open the door so that Caroline could hold the bucket for her. When Doris complained, Caroline took the opportunity to assert her power: I can make you put yourself on display to the neighbourhood. After a sharp exchanged (Unless you do what I say I'll make you show off your ass until someone wants to fuck it. So get going!), Doris had to go outside to the recycling to get a newspaper to prop the door open. I can just imagine how Doris felt. When she finished, Caroline went into their flat and came back with one of her knickers. She threatened that Doris better not make a mess of the entry way again or she would tell Dan, her husband, that she found these knickers in our flat." She then left Doris the keys and standing in shock.
Grace was dumbstruck. "Caroline obviously got high on the power," I continued. "I can only imagine that watching that bride's performance changed her or got her interested in things I never thought of. As soon as I walked in the door she started telling me the story and got so hot we had to have a sex session."
"How does that fit in with you sending your wife home naked?"
"Well, I looked at the time and realised that Doris would be getting home about the same time as Caroline would arrive by the taxi. I also knew that our other neighbours in the building are away this weekend. Something that Caroline doesn't know. They have a spare set of our keys. So even if Caroline had the box she wouldn't have been able to get her clothes out of the box unless she got in the building. And she couldn't get in the building without asking Doris for help. I set this up to put Caroline in the worst possible situation. I am sure that Doris would welcome the shoe being on the other foot! And after 13 blow jobs, I was more than happy to oblige."
Grace was dumbstruck. "So given the time, I expect now is a good time for you call her. You can say, honestly, that you found her pursue and need to get it back to her. If she doesn't answer, Doris must still be having her way with her and you can head over to rescue her."
"I'd prefer to let her stew." Grace was aghast and called immediately. There was no answer. She grabbed the key and purse from the table and scowled as she said I could let myself out after I had breakfast; and cleaned up!
When I arrived home Sunday night, Caroline acted as if nothing had happened. This was both a great relief and a bit puzzling. I felt humiliated by having given 13 blow jobs. Even though she must have been humiliated by what I did to her, I desperately wanted her to be subjected to the joys of having cock in her mouth and cum down her throat, preferably mine. So I decided to played along and we lived life as normal. I did, though, keep an eye out on her bush. This was easy as we seemed to be having a more enthusiastic sex than usual. I was floored when she asked if I would like to fuck her mouth instead of her vagina. I'm not sure which was more surprising, her language or the offer. Needless to say I accepted.
"Well, I'll happily comply if you let me remove all the hair on your body." I was bewildered. That was not at all what I expected. I certainly wanted the blow jobs on offer but not at that cost. I mumbled something about thinking about it. She only kept encouraging me and promising various sexual favours. I prevaricated which stopped our session that night. I was intrigued that she kept making the offer over the next few days. Well, after all those blow jobs, what was a loss of a bit of hair! And, I thought of how I might get a bit more out of her. I agreed to remove all of my body hair if she did the same. She agreed but said that I would have to go first. We agreed that she could strip me on Friday night and she would put on a show for me Saturday night.
It was a mildly painful experience but the results were worth it. We both laughed up a storm. I was already for her to fulfil the promised favours when she dropped a bombshell. The hair remover said no sex for 24 hours. I was crestfallen but with no remedy.
The next morning she offered to stay naked all morning if I did so. It would be the last time I saw her with hair and she wanted to enjoy my hairlessness while it was still fresh. As soon as I dressed she would dress. I certainly always liked her in the nude so gladly accepted and decided to keep her as bare for as long as possible. After a rollicking breakfast the doorbell rang. We both looked at each other.
"Well, that's the end of it, I'm afraid," I said in a falling voice.
"It doesn't have to be. Let's see who it is first." I followed her into the living room and heard her talking to someone on the intercom. "It's the postman. Want to have some fun?" I couldn't figure out what she was thinking. I heard her say top floor and buzz him in. "I'll meet you half way."
"Wait, what.. you can't" but she was off. I had no idea what had gotten into her. I went to the door and saw her on the top landing walking down, stark naked! I heard the postman approaching. My heart was beating. I decided to run down after her. As we all got to the middle landing, I put my arms around her so as to hide her boobs and pussy. I know she had been bare at the party. But this was vastly different. We were at home and might actually know the person. I was relieved to see it was a female post woman.
