Paying the price
My arse was still stinging from the beating my wife Jenny had given me at breakfast time as I pushed the vacuum cleaner around the apartment, scrubbed toilets, hung washing up to dry, dusted surfaces and pictures hanging on walls. I wanted to make sure that Jenny saw a difference when she came home, so she would understand I intended to make up for my transgression. I still hoped she would forgive me, it would all blow over and maybe she would actually be stimulated to show more interest in sex.
I fantasised as I went around like a housemaid what other punishments she might cook up for me. The flogging with the cheeseboard really hurt but left me feeling horny as hell. "What is wrong with me" I wondered as I realised the more extreme the fantasy the more turned on I got. I just had to wank. Jenny had told me in no uncertain terms not to but I just had to. Anyway, she wouldn't know would she?
Just as I was about to come, the text alert on my mobile went off. I grabbed it and opened the message from Jenny. "one extra for dinner tonight. make sure it's good." One extra? Who could she mean? My erection subsided instantly as I wondered if she was bringing my mother to confront me despite her promise. I pulled out my butt plug and put it back in it's pouch, washed up and popped out to the supermarket to get food. I picked up a bottle of cheap Champagne, thinking this might mollify my wife.
I had everything ready as instructed at seven o'clock, Jenny's usual time for getting home. I sat, waiting as the minutes ticked by. Finally, at nearly eight, I heard Jen's voice talking loudly in the stairwell. There was laughter and another familiar female voice. As they came through the door, I held out my hand to take Jen's coat. "Hello love" I said as I leaned forward to kiss the love of my life. Jenny didn't reply and pulled away from my kiss.
"Hello Simon" said the other female voice. It was Laura, Jen's older sister.
Although Laura was almost forty and had two kids, she was still pretty fit. She had dark hair and blue eyes like Jenny but a much fuller figure. I would guess at least D-cup tits and thirty eight inch hips but still narrow waisted. She looked at me with a slight sneer that told me Jen had told her everything. My heart sank. What kind of evening was this going to be. Laura was much brassier than Jenny. I would guess she'd had a lot of boyfriends, unlike Jen who'd never been with anyone but me. She never held back from voicing her opinions about anything.
We sat and ate dinner together, chatting about Jenny's work, holiday plans and such like. Then, as usual, I got up and washed up the dishes. As I did I heard loud peals of laughter and turned around to see Jenny holding her mobile phone so both of them could see. I knew instantly what they were watching. "What are you doing Jen?"
"I'm just sharing the evidence with Laura," She said.
"What do you mean, evidence?" I asked.
Then Laura took over. "Jen's promised me a show tonight Simon. Are you ready? Or have you already wanked off today?" They both laughed out loud.
"What do you mean, a show?" I asked.
"Oh come on Simon, you know. I've seen the video, now I want the live show." replied Laura. I was stunned, I didn't know what to say. Unfortunately, my cock was bursting to get out of my jeans. I was so humiliated and yet so aroused. I couldn't fight it.
"Come on Simon" cut in my wife, "Just give us the same show you gave me last night."
"But, why?" I stuttered.
"Because I SAY SO WIMP" She was so strong, my mouth gaped as I took in this change in my usually so demure wife.
