"Hi, John. Was beginning to think you were never going to join us. Told you she was a slut, didn't I?"
Peter had stopped pissing on Alison when John burst into the room but, instead of being embarrassed, he was now kneeling by the poor woman's head and wiping off the last few drops of his pee with her hair.
"Yes, you did, Peter, but I could never have believed even she would sink so low as to let you and Wendy piss on her. I see you've marked her appropriately. I like that," he said smiling as he looked down on his prone wife or, to be more accurate, looked at the word "SLUT" that Peter had written down her body.
"Thought you would. It was a last minute thing but I think it suits her rather well. So how would you like to proceed?"
"Well, I presume you've fucked her by now so I think it's only fair that I fuck Wendy too. Mind you, this room stinks of piss and cum. I think they could both do with a shower first."
"Excellent idea," agreed his friend as he pulled on his shirt and trousers. "Whore, take the slut upstairs and get her cleaned up."
Wendy still couldn't get used to being referred to as a whore but somewhere deep inside she knew she quite liked it. She had been shocked when John had entered and had jumped away from his wife but now she could see that the fun was not finished yet and the idea of being fucked by her best friend's husband thrilled her more than she could ever have imagined. Pulling Alison up by the hand, she led the piss-covered woman to the door.
"We're going to have to run for it, Alison", she giggled, aroused by the thought of running through her house naked, hand in hand with her equally naked friend. She knew that there was a very good chance they might be seen by some of the staff and, secretly, she hoped that it would be Lara, the new Spanish housemaid.
Alison ran just as quickly up the wide staircase as her friend but she didn't share Wendy's thrill of the moment. She was terrified in case anyone saw her, especially as she was dripping from her piss-shower. She had thought for a moment that John's entrance would save her but now she realised he had been in on it ever since Peter got possession of the incriminating photos of her fucking the chauffeur. Now he said he wanted to have sex with Wendy; surely they wouldn't make her watch that, would they? She would find out soon enough; for now, all she would allow herself to think about was the previously mentioned shower.
The men followed their respective wives up the staircase, amused at the way both their arse cheeks wobbled as they ran. Unfortunately, they made it to Peter and Wendy's bedroom without bumping into anyone but they both knew that there was plenty of time yet for Alison to be exposed to others.
By the time they had undressed and followed the women into the large en-suite, the water was already turned on. They heard Alison yelp in shock and Wendy explaining to her that it was always cold at first but would soon warm up. It didn't take long and all Alison could think about was letting the hot water wash away the evidence of what had happened downstairs. She knew that Wendy was watching her but tried to pretend they it was just as if they had been swimming at their club where all the women showered naked together. As she ducked her head under the cleansing water she didn't hear the door push open and the men come in to watch. She let the water run over her face, let it wet her hair and run down her back, let it wash all her sins away. She hated being dirty, or even being sweaty. Being covered in piss was a horror her mind just could not cope with and she tried to wash that memory away too.
As she began lathering soap all over her body, she found that it was easier to wash away pee than to wipe thoughts from her mind. She couldn't get the image of her own husband having sex with her best friend. It was just too humiliating and she knew she would never be able to look either of them in the face again. "Why then can I feel a throb of excitement swell between my legs?" she asked herself.
As her hands slid smoothly over her soapy skin, she tried to banish her thoughts as she reached round to clean her bottom cheeks before bringing her hands forward over the tops of her thighs. Still all too aware that Wendy was watching, she lightly cleaned between her legs. She tried to make it quick but, when her fingers lightly brushed against her sensitive lips, she shuddered inside.
Suddenly, however, she had something else to worry about. She spun round to find Wendy standing naked before her, her hair slowly being plastered to her head from the shower. Even worse than that, this was when she noticed that their two husbands, their two naked husbands, had also joined them.
"Well, John, said we both needed showers and you'd want me to be nice and clean before he fucks me, wouldn't you?"
Alison just stared at her friend, bemused. "What on earth had come over Wendy?" she asked herself.
It wasn't a question Wendy could have answered either. It was as if a switch had been flicked inside her and all her inhibitions had disappeared. She turned and smiled at the two men before turning back to the astonished woman sharing the shower with her. She was determined to put on a good show for the men. What her friend wanted or thought no longer mattered to her. As far as she was concerned, Alison was just a slut; a piece of meat to be used in anyway she wanted; just as Peter had used her and just as she hoped John would use her soon.
Before Alison could react, Wendy was kissing her, kissing her on the lips, before sliding her arms round her friend and pulling them closer together. Alison tried to push her back but knew her resistance was futile. Their husbands, meanwhile, smiled to each other as they watched their wives' tits pressing against each other, while the shower continued to pour down over them both.
Still reeling from the fact that her oldest friend, her naked friend, was kissing her while they shared a shower, Alison was shocked even further when Wendy's hands slid down and grabbed her arse, pulling their hips ever closer together. "How far is Wendy going to take this?" she asked herself. She didn't have to wait too long to find out.
She felt Wendy's right leg slide between her own before raising it slightly and pressing it against her pussy. She couldn't stop herself from shaking in her ever increasing arousal and wondered what her husband must be making of her being treated like this.
She needn't have worried because the two women showering together and looking as if they were about to do so much more was like a dream come true for John, and for Peter, as both men simply played with their erect cocks while they relaxed and watched the show.
Wendy was now in full control and was revelling in the whole situation. She had always felt that Alison looked down on her, even though they had been friends for years, and now it was payback time. She could do anything she wanted with the slut she was holding and she was determined to enjoy every minute of it.
