With Gail's husband on a business trip, Sandy and Mike invited Gail over for dinner after her workout. Gail had been drugged by them for a few months and only knew suggestions that whatever the dominate couple wanted, was what Gail wanted. As Gail arrived at their house, she had little idea she was going to have a weekend of being trained to be their obedient whore instead of just having dinner with friends.
Entering the house, the door closed, Mike there for his hug which was firm against his firm chest, his arms holding her tight, Gail's pussy moving into overdrive, her body reacting as if she was playing with her vibrator. Sandy came out in comfortable clothes, getting in her hug as well as the expected massage of Gail's butt cheek.
The conversation was casual fun, no word about the visit a few nights ago as Gail set the table for them, even insisting she serve the meal to them as the couple sat. She had no idea why, but it seemed normal to wait on her trainer and Sir. They ate, Gail again having only water as the couple had their wine. After the meal, Gail got up, cleared the table, told them to enjoy, and did the dishes again.
Like last time, Gail was done and just left the kitchen when Sandy walked to her, asking if she did good girl standards. Gail openly hoped she did, as she clasped her hands together in front of her, standing off to the side as Sandy again looked over the sink, the dishwater load, and then the placement of the towels.
"Good girl!"
Gail got a hug, her body aroused as much as before at the compliment. Mike joined to give her a hug as well, this time his arm around her shoulder, her head pressed into his shoulder. He moved his hand to stroke her arm, a moan escaping before she realized it was coming. The couple smiled at her.
They went outside to the patio, Mike turning on the hot tub and piped in music for the background.
"I didn't bring a swimsuit." Gail said as she watched the water start to bubble and swirl. Mike held her, having her watch the swirling water as he told her in that sexy toned voice, that she didn't even need to join them, but later they were going to use it so he was simply warming up the water. Did she really like watching the water swirl for him?
Gail nodded as she watched the water. She had no idea where Sandy was as her trainer sat in a chair observing. Mike kissed Gail's head a few times before murmuring into her ear, the eyes going blank, the head nodding. Another moan escaped from her as she nodded to his suggestions.
He finally guided her back to the chairs where the couple continued to drink the wine while the guest drank water. The talk was general, the laughter often, Gail having a good time even if her body wanted more attention.
"Fetch us more wine." Sandy said as she held up an empty glass. Gail didn't hesitate, taking both empty glasses inside to refill from the open wine bottle. She came out to give them each their glasses. Mike wrapped his arm around her waist before she could return to her own chair. He pulled her down to his lap.
As she sat in his lap, it occurred to her to protest but all he did was kiss the side of her head and she forgot to say anything. He pointed to the sky, asking where the north star was as they couldn't agree and Gail, being a good girl, would be the tie breaker. Gail had to work at focusing over her lust to find the star, Sandy pumping her fist.
"Good girl, for helping your trainer. Very good girl."
Gail licked her lips, her body knowing who won and how great it was to be a good girl for her trainer as Gail snuggled into Sir's lap. He kept touching her leg, finally moving her work skirt up, to run his fingers over her pantyhose covered leg. Gail moaned as she tried to hike her skirt up the other leg for him.
"I thought you were getting in." Sandy said.
Mike had Gail stand up before he stripped to his bathing suit right before her, her lust filled body making her shiver with need as he walked over, muscles toned and flexing for her, and got into the tub.
Sandy was next to her, caressing her arm as she looked at her husband.
"Did I mention my husband is a man whore who loves to show off?"
Gail couldn't remember, thus didn't say anything.
Sandy leaned up to breathe into Gail's ear, Gail moaning as her body jerked in a pleasurable response.
"I'm going to join him. Do you mind?"
Gail shook her head, standing with a flickering tongue as Sandy undressed to a one-piece swimsuit and got into the tub. She let out a sigh as Gail could only watch the couple soaking.
"Bring us the wine."
Gail had to be told twice before she understood and brought them their wine glasses. Sandy looked at her.
"Were you joining us?"
"I don't have a suit."
"I didn't ask that, did I?" Sandy asked with a tone.
Gail reacted as if slapped by her trainer.
"I know you don't have a suit. Doesn't mean you can't strip and get in. It is dark out; we are in a private place. Unless you want to be our whore for the night, you don't have to worry about us."
Of course, duh, she was so dumb at times. It was good her trainer had her well in hand as she started undressing, unconsciously swaying to the background music. She finally was done, getting into the tub, sitting next to Sandy who patted the area next to her. A jet was just behind her, the pumping action matching the twitching of her pussy.
Sandy kept her hand on Gail's naked thigh, then kept stroking it as Gail wasn't sure if she should stroke back or not. Sandy turned, her face only a few inches from Gail's, Gail wondering if her trainer would kiss her.
"If you want to be our whore tonight, you don't have to touch me. Just play with your tits to keep your hands occupied."
Gail immediately reached her fingers up to massage her tits, moving her stiff nipples between her fingers before pulling them a bit. They were a bit sore from two nights ago, but to Gail, that was only more pleasurable than before.
"If you're going to whore for us tonight, remember to not cum without my permission. We don't want to mess up the water."
Gail worked her mouth, but no sounds emitted but long moans and gasps came forth. Sandy and Mike smiled at each other, giving each other a thumbs up. They worked forward to kiss in the middle of the hot tub, making sure Gail had a view of them kissing before using tongues to wrestle with before lips interlocked again. They separated to resume their seats.
"Who am I?" Sandy asked Gail.
"My trainer." Gail responded in a dreamy voice.
"Who is that across the way?"
"That is Sir, husband to my trainer." In the same dreamy voice.
