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Foot Clerks Down Fall

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Synopsis: A devoted husband unwitteningly becomes his wife's toy of torture while she enjoys a new life with her boyfriend.

                       FOOT CLERK'S DOWN FALL




I was an unfortunate, 26 year old, clerk in a large footwear firm,


earning a meager salary for arduous work. My sanity was only


maintained as I had a ravishing beauty of a wife, Sandra, who was 21


and already a secretary to, Jason, a director of the same company.


Sandra had long elegant legs with a curvaceous body which she liked


to show off by wearing skimpy figure hugging tops and short


miniskirts. She always wore 6" stilletoed shoes with self supporting


stockings and skimpy black nylon panties. Whenever she bent over her


beautiful cheeks were just visible through her tight transparent


black panties and while she walked she often gave a tantalizing


glimpse of her stocking tops. Her makeup was always immaculate with


ruby red lips, blue eyes and rouged cheeks highlighting her dominant


nature. All the men in the firm couldn't keep their eyes off of her


and were constantly making passes at her.




I worked in the complaints department and usually spent many hours


each day discussing problems with women who had unreasonable


complaints about their footwear. My boss, Stella, was an attractive


but austere women in her mid thirties who had inherited her position


through her father who was chairman of the company. I resented  her


position because I should have had her job and she had idea how to


run a business. She knew how I felt and took devilish delight in


humiliating me at every opportunity open to her. On many occasions


women had brought in their very worn shoes complaining that they had


not lasted long enough but Stella would force me to humble myself to


the customer meeting her every request no matter how unreasonable.


After the satisfied customer departed with a gleeful step wearing a


new pair of shoes Stella would turn slap my face and then present me


with the smelly discarded shoes. She would then calmly say,


    "How often do I have to tell you that the customer is always


right. Even if the sole is worn through, the heel worn flat and the


uppers badly scuffed they should be replaced if the mistress


considers they should have lasted longer. It is your job to ensure


all of our female customers are happy and want to shop with us for


ever."


She would then turn to leave me to contemplate why the shoes had not


lasted longer. However, just before leaving she turned and said with


a smirk on her face "Oh, yes, I think it's best the cost for the new


shoes comes from your salary don't you?"


I was dumfounded and remained silent. "Well! I'm waiting for your


answer. There are plenty more that would take your job if you'd


prefer."


I had not choice but to reply "Of course, Stella, I should pay for


the fault with these shoes. After all they should last longer than 2


years of daily use by a police woman on the beat."


"Ok, if you insist,"  she replied, and then casually hummed to


herself as she returned to her office glowing with her triumph over


me yet again. This was a fairly typical day and as a result my desk


was stacked high with tatty, rejected and smelly shoes that I was


forced to examine in minute detail to see how improvements could be


made. I was lucky to get any money by the end of the week and all the


time I was working I had to inhale the odious aroma emanating for the


various items of soiled footwear strewn round my office.




When I got home in the evening I would confide in my problems with my


wife and ask her if she could raise the matter with Jason. She would


show condescending concern and humor me saying of course she would


but that I was lucky to be employed. She had a very dominant


personality and liked me to show a her lot of attention, especially


to her feet. I always found this difficult as her feet tended to


smell and she always took delight it telling me how Jason had


complained when she kicked her shoes off for some fresh air in the


office. Often, after a hard day at work, she would relax in the


evening with her black, nylon covered feet resting on my lap pressing


down on my manhood as she watched television. The sight of her long


legs and the glimpse of the damp nylon panties stretched over her


mound would cause me frustrated excitement as I was only allowed sex


when she wanted it which was on less and less frequent occasions. She


would then nonchalantly nudge me with her toes so that I would


delicately caress her sweaty feet. As I clasped her smelly feet she


would take delight in telling me how she had had advances to her


during the day and make comments like,


" Peter, from sales promised to give me a good time again today" and


"I wonder if John really has the stamina to screw me from 9 till 5.


Perhaps I'll find out some day." I would be filled with jealousy and


wonder if she ever did what she claimed. I suspect she did because I


had noticed the occasional bruise in odd places which looked to me


more like love bites.




As the evening wore on she would cross her legs with one leg over the


knee of the other so that her perfumed foot was inches from my nose


and the full weight of her legs supported on my under-used tool. I


could then clearly see her perfect thighs and beautiful mound through


their fine veil of nylon and my frustration heightened. When my


favorite programmes came on she would idly bounce her foot up and


down obscuring my view of the TV wafting her perfume toward my nose.


Occasionally she would wipe her foot on my nose complaining she had


an itch. If I dared move, or complain, she would jab me hard with her


heel and say, "Darling, stop fidgeting, don't you love me any more?"


     "Of course my dear, but I am suffocating a little in your divine


essence" I would reply.


     "Oops, sorry, I was concentrating on the film" she would reply


bouncing up and down with her barely suppressed laughter. She would


then pull her foot way about half an inch only to allow it to return


minutes later. Finally she would get up and peel her stockings off


and then give them to me saying, "That's it, I'm going to bed. Rinse


these through and hurry up to me for your treat." I was then left


washing her stinking nylons as she reclined between the silk sheets


upstairs.




When I got upstairs she would be naked, playing with herself, and


say, "I can't wait for it slave I think I'm going to explode."


    "So am I" would be my whole hearted reply.


    "Massage me, all over, gently and finish off with your tounge,"


she commanded. Dutifully I would set about my task gently caressing


her neck, firm breasts, thighs, calves and feet. I used my hands


first and then my tounge. This was heaven for me until I had to lick


her feet when I would nearly choke. However, through experience I


knew I could not miss her feet. Then I would nuzzle in her mount of


joy and thrust my tounge about causing her to tremble with


excitement. She would then clamp her legs round my neck pull my hair


and force my nose into her mound till I nearly suffocated. My neck


was almost broken when she jerked with a fierce orgasm. I would then


feel the silken sheet being pulled up over our entwined bodies as she


whispered, "a little rest and then your long awaited relief".


  I continued to massage her in my dark, hot and fetid tent as I felt


her relaxing. Shortly I heard the unmistakable hiss from between her


buttocks and my nostrils were assailed by her innermost perfume.


Tears of humiliated frustration would dribble down my cheeks as I


heard her gently snoring above me.




The next morning she awoke took her legs from round my neck and


casually said, "You poor thing, why didn't you wake me?" She then


impishly pinched my cheeks, smiled at me and added, "did you feel too


tired? You should have told me and I would have let you rest. Perhaps


tonight you will have more stamina, like Roger." As she climbed out


of bed I thought I couldn't sink any lower and wondered what the day


had in store for me at work.






As usual, Stella would relax in her large air conditioned office idly


gossiping to her friends on the phone, or entertaining them to


coffee, for most of the day. In contrast I would have to do most of


her work as well as a long list of tedious jobs of my own to make


sure I had no rest. To make matters worse my office was a small,


stuffy office separated from hers by a glass panel, with the only


exit through her office. There were no windows in my office and the


light switch was in Stella's office. My desk had been arranged so


that my back was to her and I was forbidden to turn round to see her.


This enabled to supervise me at her leisure, without my knowledge,


and she would castigate me severely if she noticed that I was not


working with true devotion. If she had an important visitor she would


lock my office from the outside and then pull a curtain across so


that I couldn't be seen. This was terrible as I did not know how long


I would be left in the dark fetid room. On one occasion I was left


locked in all night. The following day Stella pulled back the curtain


and smirked at my blinking face. "Silly me" she said "I forgot you


were still in there when I left for the restaurant last night. I hope


you weren't too uncomfortable."


  "No" I replied knowing that any other answer would have landed me


unjustly in hot water.


  "Good", she replied barley stifling her laughter, "In that case you


can make me a coffee and get back to work." My heart sank but as


usual I complied with her demand. What had Sandra thought about last


night I wondered as I sat in my foot smelling office completing the


accounts for Stella.




When I got home that evening Sandra was in a very distressed state.


"What's the matter?," I asked thinking it was probably due to last


night. "The police are after you." was the surprise answer she gave.


"I intercepted a report for Jason showing that you have been stealing


from the company for years and that you will undoubtedly be locked


away for at least 10 years for your crime"


  "It can't be true, they don't have any proof. I haven't done


anything." I said to calm her.


  "Oh but they do," she continued, " they have framed you to cover up


a fraud scheme that has been ongoing for years."


   "Whose they?" I asked.


    "Jason and Stella of course. But don't worry I have planned your


escape. I have had a special compartment made under the floor boards


by our bed. You can hide in there until all the fuss is over and it


is safe for you to come out. It is fairly comfortable and I have


these earphones and microphone for us both so that we can talk whilst


you are hiding."


I was in a daze not knowing what to do as I followed her up to the


bedroom to see the hideout. "Look, it has a glass lid near the head


with air holes so that you will be able to see and breath." She then


pointed to a 1/2 inch diameter rubber plug in the middle of the glass


and continued, "that plug can be pushed out by you in an emergency so


that you can call me for help if your microphone stops working." Then


pointing to a nylon cord in the hideout, "If you pull on that it will


pull a carpet over the top so that no one will be able to see you in


an emergency. When you let go again the carpet will automatically


return. So, you see, you will be safe and secure in our secret hiding


place. Now jump in and try it for size."




In a state of numbness I put on the headset and climbed into the


hideaway. It was a tight fit and when in I couldn't move. Sandra


slowly lowered the glass panel and I was soon sealed into my cell


with a magnificent view up her legs and under her skirt. "Can you


hear me" she whispered and to my amazement I could hear her very


clearly. "Yes, very well Sandra. Now, let me out and I can get back


in again later if it is really necessary." I replied in a semi


claustrophobic panic. She smiled at me and said, "but of course it's


necessary. You like me to enjoy myself don't you?"


  "What do you mean?" I said but before she could reply the door bell


rang and she turned to go and answer the door.


  "Don't leave me here" I pleaded as I watched her nylon covered


buttocks leave the room. "Ooh, this will be better than I thought"


she said excitedly with her voice full of glee. It was surprising how


good my headset was. I could even hear her nylon covered thighs


rubbing past each other as she went downstairs. I heard her open the


door and say "Hello". My mind started buzzing, and my heart beating


hard in my ears, when I heard the visitor reply "Hello, madam, is


your husband in?" was a woman's vaguely familiar voice.


  "Er.., no.., he isn't. He's gone down the pub for a drink with his


mates"


  "Don't mind if I come in to make sure, do you".


  "Of course not. Come in, I've just made some tea."


  "That would be nice, I've been on my feet all day in these new


shoes." That's it! I thought, as my heart missed a beat, that is the


woman with the old smelly shoes of the other day. She must have been


checking up on me. I began to get scared. Sandra was right.


  "Why don't you look around while I pour us a cuppa" Sandra casually


said.


  "Ok. I'll start upstairs, if you don't mind."


What could I do I thought then I heard my wife quietly say "Quick,


pull the carpet across" to me. The woman was near the top of the


stairs and I pulled the cord with all my might. SNAP. To my horror


all that happened was some tight clamps snapped around my wrist and


ankles. I could then hear my wife's laughter as the policewoman


entered our bedroom. She was grinning from ear to ear as she looked


down at me and said, "Hello, hello, hello, what have we here? A


sunken foot bath I do believe."


   "Help. Go away, I haven't done anything. Please leave me alone" I


shouted at her.


   "Now, now, slave" my wife said as she brought the tea upstairs,


"show the woman some respect." She brought the tea in as the police


woman lifted the glass panel, kicked her shoes off with and air of


indifference and then sighed with relied as she planted her sweaty


feet across my nose. "Aah! That's good" she sighed as she rubbed her


feet all over my face. The smell was terrible and I struggled with no


effect to move my face away. "I hoped you weren't joking last week in


the shop as I sold him my old beat shoes but couldn't believe it when


you rang me this afternoon. I was so excited that I haven't changed


my tights since then, not even when I went to bed." My wife held her


hand over her nose and giggled "you don't need to tell me that, I


might have to open a window soon."


  "Having fun down there, husband dear." she sneered down at me.


It's no good I can't escape I thought. Perhaps if I show willing they


will let me out and we can forget the whole incidence.


"I can't remember when I had more fun" I replied with difficulty as


the police woman was grinding both of her sweaty soles into my face.


  "Good, then perhaps you would like to wash the kind woman's feet


with your tounge", horror overcame me. How could I, I would be sick.


However, I gingerly stuck my tounge out and the woman shivered and


squealed with delight as she dragged her foot across it. It wasn't


long until my tounge was coated with her stale foot sweat. The women


politely chatted and drank their tea above me as I continued to


slobber all over her feet. About half an hour later the policewoman


said, "I've got to get back on the beat now but don't worry I will


forge his suicide details showing he couldn't bear the fraud becoming


public. No-one will suspect anything and you will be free to spend


the money how you please. It's been nice doing businesses with you."


She then rolled her tights down freed them from her feet and said "He


can keep these." She then stuffed the stinking nylon into my mouth


pushing the last of the material between my lips with her dainty


toes.


  "You are too generous" Sandra said as she lowered my glass lid back


down. Then looking into my eyes she added "What are you waiting for,


aren't you going to say thank-you?".


"Gmph, thank you for my tasty present" I struggled to say through my


gag. Peels of laughter greeted my my ears and then the women embraced


themselves above me and kissed voluptuously while I had no choice but


to look up their slender legs to their sexy panties. They turned and


left me once more to my fate. As the woman was leaving my wife said,


"feel free to pop in whenever your feet need a bath, or some slavish


attention. My husband will be only to happy to help you."


   "You can count on me, I wouldn't like to disappoint him" came the


reply mixed with mischievous laughter.




I heard the woman leave and then my wife humming to herself as she


went into the lounge to read some magazines. She then idly said "I


never thought you would have chosen this life rather than 10 years in


prison. But then you never can tell can you."


  With tears flooding down my cheeks I said "Why do this to me?"


  "It gives me pleasure and you enjoy that don't you." was my only


reply. I was then left in silence for what seemed hours broken only


by the occasional sound of the rasping of Sandra's stockings as she


crossed her legs, or the pages of her magazine turning or her self


satisfied chuckles.




Ding dong! The front door rang. Oh no what now I thought. Sandra


casually went to the front door and opened it, "Did he fall for it?"


was a woman's familiar voice.


  "Better than we planned" my wife replied. I then heard her escort


her visitor into the lounge. Who could it be. Then a mans voice


boomed "It was worth all of our extra effort last night. Oh boy I've


been waiting to get into both your nickers for so long while he's


present"


   "No hurry now. We've got all the time we want. Let's have a drink


first". I then heard the tinkle of ice in a glass followed by pouring


liquid and then a fizz. My mouth was dry after sucking sweaty feet


and I couldn't remove my gag. "Sandra, I'm gasping for a drink,


please show mercy on me. And who have you got down there" I mumbled.


Hoots of laughter were returned for a minute or two then Sandra


replied "Oops! sorry dear I forgot to tell you that your microphone


is fitted into the sterio system down here."


  "Bitch" was my only reply, loosing control for a while.


  "Why is he mumbling?" the woman asked.


  "Oh he insisted on sucking Veroinca's tights clean for her." my


wife replied only to receive more laughter


  "The perverted wanker deserves all that's coming to him" the man


replied.


  "It's not true. It's not true" I shouted to be greeted with peels


of laughter again followed by a chorus of "We know wanker. You don't


like to admit to your fetish but don't worry your secret is safe with


us. We won't spoil your fun by telling anyone"


  My wife then said a toast "to the 3 of us and may we have many


years of pleasure". They all slurped loudly and then started to come


up stairs.




They entered the bedroom and stood around my chamber looking down


while they sipped their drinks. I felt totally doomed, it was Stella


and Jason. Jason seductively stripped first Stella and then Sandra


above me. He turned his nose up as he took their shoes off and then


laughed "What a lucky boy he is having all that nourishment from your


feet" looking longingly into Sandra's eyes. She kissed him gently on


the forehead and pulled him to her breasts. Then the two women pushed


him onto the bed out of my view and turned to look down at me. Stella


lifted the glass panel and Sandra carefully stretched their


discarded, stinking, nylons over my head carefully positioning the


damp, reinforced toe section across my nose. I was struggling to


breath through the foul material as Stella jovially said, "Doesn't he


look cute. It looks like he's grown a moustache."




Finally they dropped their wet panties over my head and stella


lowered the panel once more. They took a last sip of their drinks and


then put the tumblers down just above my eyes. "Look dear, but don't


drink" Stella said as she slid onto the bed and I saw her feet


disappear from view. "Oh, I don't think he will.... Will you my


sweet?" Sandra asked me innocently. "How could I disobey such


beautiful mistresses" was my only reply as I looked pleading up at my


magnificent wife knowing I couldn't drink even if I wanted to. Sandra


then seductively stroked the whole of her body slowly above me and


then without looking down again climbed onto the bed for a passionate


bout of sex that I was forced to listen too. What seemed hours later


they stopped fondling each other and relaxed. Sandra then said, "Ohh


all that excitement has made me need to have a piss."


  "Me too" replied Stella.


They both jumped off the bed and left the room without even looking


at me. For a moment I had a beautiful view of their naked bodies and


wobbling boobs. Shortly they returned and quickly jumped back into


bed to snuggle up to Jason. Stella said "Phew, it was cold in the


toilet. We'll have to think of a way to avoid that in the future."


  "Come on hug us to warm us up" my wife purred to Jason.


  "My pleasure" he said and I could hear them snuggling up to one


another. Then the light was turned off as they said goodnight to each


other.




I panicked "Hey! what about removing my mask and gag" I pleaded with


my muffled voice. I could then see the bed shake with their combined


laughter. "Crumbs, that was so much fun we forgot about you" Sandra


said. "But Never mind, we're so cummfy up here you wouldn't want to


disturb us would you? We can free you in the morning if that's


alright".


I had had as much as I could take, or so I thought. "Of course it


isn't all right you BITCHES" I shouted. Stella then said, "He's not


very grateful for all we have done for him is he?"


   "No he isn't! We'll have to punish him for that tomorrow. That's


the last time we get cold as we pee," Sandra replied. They ignored my


tears as they fell asleep leaving me to my sorrow.




In the morning I was woken by Stella's voice saying, "Yes I can get a


transparent loo which should just fit"


Then Jason said, "My old snorkel mouthpeice should be the finishing


touch". Then Sandra jumped out of bed and said "do you mind waiting


till tonight for a drink my love? Only after all that sex last night


we've slept in and we're a bit late for work now."


  "What ever you wish my dear." I replied hoping to get back on good


terms, "But please can I have my gag removed, I have sucked it clean.


And this mask is making it hard to breath, please take it off"


  The three of them laughed as they left the bedroom. "Don't be silly


it's supposed to" Stella's voice echoed in my ears as the door closed


behind them. I had to listen to them eat a hearty breakfast and then


Sandra and Stella returned to the bedroom to get dressed while


standing on my panel. I was mad with frustration as they carefully


rolled fine black stockings up their legs and then struggled to pull


their flimsy nylon panties tightly over their pert buttocks and


fannies. Stella said "Jason was so good in bed I don't know how you


ever put up with his pathetic cock."


  "Neither do I but at least that's all over now," Sandra replied as


she smiled down at me.


They hitched up their mini skirts an then wiggled into tight tops. I


thought Sandra's boobs would split hers but amazingly the material


took the strain. They then pushed their feet into their shoes with a


familiar whoosh, turned on their heels and left me to my misery with


an erotic image of their legs.




Just before they all left Stella called up "You can finish of the


drinks now if you want." My eyes filled with tears again as I laid in


my confinement still inhaling the smell of those womens feet, gaging


on Veronicas tights and looking at the long overdue drink. I had no


choice but to lay and wait for their return.




Long hours passed and it was dark again before I heard a key in the


door. My heart began beating fast again and I longed to be released


but I feared they would continue to torment me. They had all arrived


together and went straight to the kitchen. "That was lovely Italian


meal Jason" Stella said "It was a perfect way to finish off a hard


day at work and I was famished".


  "Yes, so was I, but I'm bloated now" was Sandra's reply and I then


heard them kissing passionately. I was starving and very, very


thirsty. "What about me, I need to eat and drink" I managed to croak.


"Oh, your still here then" Jason shouted back. Anger filled my veins


as I realised I wasn't going to get any relief.


  "Don't worry dear, we saved you some scraps from lunch time."


Sandra said, "I've saved you the skin of my chicken and some chips,


Jason has saved you some of his haddock and Stella kindly left you


some of her lasagna."


  "Yes and we've all saved you some semolina" Jason added.


  "It's not a lot but with the porridge, bacon rind and toast from


breakfast it should be enough", Sandra said


  "Pity there all a bit cold now but we will soon get them to you"


Stella said with a smirk and then added "perhaps I'll warm your plate


up"


  "Do you think they'll fit" Sandra asked. "Size 6, of course they


will" Stella replied. What did they mean by that I wondered.


I then heard the liquidiser start up. "This will make it easier to


eat with no hands" Sandra said "but we don't want to waste time with


separate courses so it's all in together".


  "Oh, how thoughtful. Jason has put some of your favorite chutney in


for added flavour" Sandra said barely suppressing her giggles. I then


heard them uncork a bottle of wine and pour some drinks. "Mmm, this


is refreshing Stella said as I heard them nosily slurp away to add to


my torment.




I was full of revulsion and dreaded my special meal but about half an


hour later I heard them giggling as they came upstairs. "Oh so you


didn't want the drink after all" Stella said grinning from ear to ear


as she entered the room. She was now wearing a pair of scruffy calf


length boots with peep toes that I recognised as having been returned


by a customer 3 weeks ago. The woman had complained that the peep


toes let her foot scent out and caused her embarrassment while


travelling on the bus. Stella then said, "She was right, these boots


do make your feet sweat. I don't know how she could have kept wearing


them all last year" and she paraded them in front of me. I could


clearly see her big and second toes, covered in reinforced stocking,


peeping menacingly at me through the toe sections. Sandra said,


  "do you like your personal plate?" as she pointed at the boots. Oh


no! They can't be serious I thought as Jason lifted the glass panel.


Sandra then removed my stocking mask and gag to give me some much


needed but short lived  relief. Stella then bent down and with a


struggle pulled her left boot off and I could see a delicate steam


coming from them.


  "There all nice and warmed up to help you enjoy your meal" Stella


said as she forced the open toe of the boot into my mouth. Sandra


then poured the slop from the liquidiser into it while Jason


carefully arranged some clamps to hold it in position. The mixture


was foul and I refused to eat. They stood back with hands on their


hips a looked down at me.


  "Don't rush your BOOTIFULL meal" Stella smirked at me as they all


hugged one another "We're going down stairs to watch a sexy video and


have some drinks." I tried to shout back but couldn't with my mouth


full. They turned and left me to eat the nauseous concoction from the


smelly boot as they gaily drunk and watched the video.




A couple of hours later they returned and Sandra looked at the empty


boot and said "All gone, you must have enjoyed it. Do you want


something to wash it down now?". Good I thought, they have relented


at last. Jason removed the boot and I said "Thank you, I am desperate


for a drink, please hurry." They all giggled and Stella said,


  "Stupid sod, he never learns does he."


Sandra left the room for a while and came back with a transparent


plastic loo that they had mentioned that morning. My heart started to


pound and I tore at my bonds. Filled with panic I screamed "NO NO GO


AWAY, you can't make me do that"


  "Why not?" was Sandra's reply "We have to go and you have to drink


don't you?" I couldn't answer as I knew there was no point. Moments


later Jason appeared with his old snorkel mouthpeice. He gave it to


Stella and she went to put it between my lips. I was so disgusted


that I refused to open my mouth. This pleased them and Sandra eased


her foot out of her shoe a gently wafted her dainty toes about my


nose.


"You would prefer to just smell these again all night would you my


slave?"


"NO" I tried to say with my mouth firmly closed. They all laughed


and looked down at me. "Doesn't make himself clear does he" Jason


said.


  "Oh well I think the change will be good for you tonight" Sandra


said as she then spread her stocking clad toes about my nose. The


smell was overpowering and she laughed "doesn't he look sweet like


this". She then vindictively clamped her toes so that I could no


longer breath and waited for the inevitable.




After about a minute I opened my mouth and gulped air into my lungs.


Stella wasted no time and popped the mouthpeice between my lips


whilst she teasingly licked her own lips. "Got him" she said and


Sandra relaxed her grip a little so that I was forced to breath


deeply between her sweaty toes. The flanges held the mouthpeice in


place as I tried to spit is out but Stella still had a firm grip of


it to make sure I didn't. Jason removed the rubber plug from the


centre of the glass panel and then lowered the panel over the tube


sticking out of my mouth. The panel was a tight fit and there was no


way I could free my mouth from the tube. Sandra then connected a


rubber tube from the base of the loo to the top of my mouthpeice.


They then carefully placed the loo above me facing the bed. It was


all in place and I was forced to look up through the pan in horror at


their smiling faces. "There darling," Sandra said, "at long last you


will be useful to me".




Jason dropped his trousers and I though I was going to be sick but he


just sat on the edge of the bed. Sandra then pulled her clingy


panties down to her ankles and hitched her mini skirt up. I was


mortified at the thought of what was coming next. I could see from


Jason's erection that he was enjoying himself as Stella climbed onto


the bed behind him and they starting kissing passionately while she


ran her hands all over his chest. Sandra then calmly sat on the loo


and said "Not long now darling, I'm finding it hard to hold myself


after all that wine with the meal and the film". She then added "I've


always wanted to do this since you laughed at me when I wet myself on


our wedding night" as she bent forward and took hold of Jason's


vibrant cock and started to lick it. She then put it in her mouth and


played with him while looking down into my tear filled eyes. When he


jerked into a frenzied orgasm I watched Sandra swallow. The bitch I


thought it was as much as she would do to touch my prick with her


hand. She then relieved herself unashamedly and the hot jet splashed


off the bowl and into the pipe. I immediately slammed my tounge up to


the pipe so that I wouldn't have to drink the foul liquid. The taste


that greeted my tastebuds was horrid.




When they had both recovered my wife got up and laughed at the half


filled bowl, "My word I didn't know a bladder could hold so much.


Lucky that you are thirsty my dear". She then slowly peeled her


stockings off, removed her panties and turned to sit on Jason's lap.


He immediately responded and started massaging her beautiful breasts


whilst covering her neck in love bites. She lent back and put her


arms back over her head so she could run her fingers through his


hair. "This is heaven, don't you think husband dear?" she cooed as


she closed her eyes with delight. I was forced to watch this


spectacle through a bowl full of her urine that I was trying hard to


stop seeping into my mouth.




Stella then came round to the loo humming contently to herself. She


lifted her skirt, sat down heavily and immediately relieved herself.


"OHHH, I needed that" she said.


  Jason then said, "I thought you did, you didn't even take your


panties down".


  "Silly me" she said "I forgot. Still he will get the benefit for


the rest of the night" as she stood up and pulled the sopping wet


garment down her legs. She then slid the foul smelling and dripping


panties under the panel and over my nose. I had no choice but to


inhale her foul smell whilst drinking my wine. She then resumed her


seat above me and bent forward to lick my wife's pussy. It wasn't


long before Sandra was writhing in ecstasy. She then stood up and


stripped seductively and they all climbed onto the bed out of my


view. I was then left having to drink or choke every time I relaxed


my tounge a little while they continued their frenzied love making


above me.




Finally they stopped to relax and Sandra looked over the edge of the


bed to see my pitiful face. She looked triumphantly relaxed as she


said, "not finished yet then," with a huge smile on her face. "That's


sensible, you might not get any more till tomorrow night. It's best


to make it last. Goodnight" and she turned the light off. I heard her


roll over and cuddle up to Jason. Stella then said, "At least he


hasn't shouted at us again tonight. He must be enjoying himself at


last."


  "Yes we wouldn't want to disappoint him, would we" Sandra


acknowledged. I was at my wits end, I tried to shout back at them but


I only had to breath more deeply through my sopping nose gag and all


I produced was bubbles in the fluid above me. They all laughed


happily and Sandra said "Ah, don't those bubbles sound soothing, just


the right thing after a hard day". Soon they were fast asleep and I


could here their gentle relaxed breathing. I could not sleep as each


time I breathed my nose was stabbed with the pungent smell of


Stella's panties and their foul spendings kept dribbling into my


mouth. However, just before dawn my drink was finished and I fell to


sleep for a few minutes.




What horror awaits me today I thought to myself as I heard someone


stir in the bed above me.....




                       The end of the begging



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