I suggest you read the first part of this story "Caught by the Help".
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Saturday morning arrived. I looked across the bed at Jenna and it was not a dream. Dried cum was all over her body and hair. My 42 year-old Chinese wife had the shit fucked out of her (figuratively and literally) by her 22-year old black employee, or as he described --- our new boss. Blackmailed with jail in a fraud scheme would have put us both away and we had no one to give up. We caved to this kid's demands without a fight and it appeared we really were subjected to his whim.
My mind raced back to the prior evening. In a matter of hours, I went from a normal sexually deprived married male with a frigid wife, to a cum eating cuckold husband with a slutty horny wife, both submissive to a young dominant black male. Life as I knew it had ended, and a new off the wall path had begun.
I showered and moved downstairs to tend to the kids. I hoped they had no clue as to what happened here last night. I made breakfast and took my 10 year old daughter to dance class and left my son at home while his Mom slept away upstairs.
I went to the close out store and walked the aisles of junk while my daughter attended her dance class. By myself, I contemplated all that had gone down. Marcus had basically laid out his terms. Jenna was his sexual plaything on demand. He was going to flaunt this fact to the neighborhood. He told her she was now to dress like a slut at all times. His plan for me was to basically have me to sit back and take it or humiliate me into the laughing stock of the town. What could I tell people other than I love my wife and give her freedom to do what she wants?
I mindlessly moved on to the grocery store. I remembered the ankle bracelet. It had a spade on the bracelet and was put on her right ankle; I googled it on my smartphone. It said --- "Usually worn by a hotwife in an open relationship with a cuckold partner. It can also indicate she likes black men" --- Great, that's why he said if a black guy hits on her, do whatever he wants. He alluded that he might send someone out to test her. Obviously a threat that he might find out if she disobeyed. He had us screwed when he wasn't around.
Lastly, I remembered Jenna's reaction. A strong, independent and confident woman had submitted to his whim without a hint of protest. While not a prude, she was never an openly sexual person. I could get her horny and wet behind closed doors in the bedroom, but outwardly she was the master of her domain so to speak. She also had a habit of coming quickly and then trying to get me to cum so she could go to sleep. Last night, she seemed like a wanton slut, doing the nastiest of sexual moves without care or concern. She seemed to love it. I was perplexed. Did she want this? Was there something wrong with me? I bought nothing and returned to get my daughter.
I entered the house and Jenna was up and showered. I noticed right away she was wearing a skirt that stopped just above the knee and 3" heels like Marcus had made mandatory. However unlike last night, she did not look radiant. Instead she looked sullen and weak as she did menial housework. She avoided me and went about the house. We needed to talk, but it was obvious that was not going to happen until she initiated, so I went down the basement and tinkered aimlessly.
Around 1:30 she found me downstairs away from the kids and grabbed my attention. "Randy, Marcus called while you were out and he wants to take me out in town tonight. You are to stay home with the kids. He said I will be home very late."
I did not have a response. I just nodded knowingly as she continued.
"Plus, I really don't have anything suitable to wear. I am going to run out and get a few things.," she stated with a nervous quiver in her voice.
I replied, "Jenna, we don't have to go through with this. Let's turn ourselves in and maybe we can get out of this without jail."
She looked at me with a grimaced face and said, "I talked to two attorneys and they both said the same thing. Five years mandatory for both of us. One of us for 5 years and then the other is the best we can do. Fines and attorney bills will bankrupt us. The kids will have nothing. There is no way out."
I tried to say something, but the words could not come out. She turned and walked up the steps. She did look sexy as her ass swayed up the steps and it appeared there were no panties as demanded and of course I noticed the ankle bracelet.
She turned and said in a low voice, "This is all my fault, I am so sorry."
And then she disappeared.
Both kids had play dates with friends and with some gentle prodding, each was invited to dinner, so I tinkered around the house while I waited for Jenna. I thought about calling friends of mine that were attorneys but decided against it; what could I tell them? So I made a listing of assets and liabilities to figure out what I could afford to buy my way out of this mess. I had saved some but Jenna liked to spend and we were not sitting on a huge nut. I was a man without a plan.
She arrived back about 6:00pm with quite a few shopping bags and said she was being picked up at 8:00 pm and she needed to get ready. I was leaving to get the kids about 7:00 pm so I followed her upstairs. I could see she didn't want me there but her facial disgust did not deter me. As she went into the bathroom, I perused the shopping bags on the bed and went through her purchases.
Several thigh high stockings, Garter belts, Multiple 4" & 5" heels, Various types of make up, slinky short dresses, tiny skirts, various low cut tops.
Ordinarily, any of these items would have gotten me very horny and excited (after I checked she hadn't gone insane) but under the circumstances, not so much. I peeked into the bath and she was in the shower, tending to her bald pussy. I had never watched her do this before (I'm sure she wouldn't have let me) but I do admit she looked good. I started to disrobe to get in with her but she shooed me away. I waited impatiently until she was done.
She exited the shower and sternly addressed me. "Listen, I know we need to talk but I need to get ready and don't have the time. Please take care of the kids for me tonight and we will talk tomorrow."
I started to reply but she stopped me in my tracks. Defeated I prepared to get the kids. In the car I thought about what I had just witnessed. Unlike last night, she seemed very reluctant. No excitement or glow in her as she prepared for her date with a boy half her age. However, she did look defeated and resigned to her fate. I felt somewhat at ease as I reasoned that she really did not look forward to being with the young stud. I collected the kids and was home by 7:30.
I told the kids to get ready for bed and went to see Jenna upstairs. She was finishing up her makeup in front of her mirror when I walked in. I noticed she had her finger and toe nails done in a brownish pattern as she finished up her mascara. I guess that was done when she went shopping for clothes. She was completely nude as she worked on her face. On the bed was a form fitting leopard pattern one piece dress. It did not look like much.
"Get the kids to bed before they see me like this!" My wife demanded.
"Honey, its a little early isn't it?" I questioned.
She was obviously pissed as she implored me, "DO IT!!"
