Jay and Carly Book 2, Chapter 13

The aftermath of the arrest and the return of a much beloved character. Hopefully you guys like this chapter

---

I learned a lot that night. I learned that getting arrested doesn’t mean the same thing for rich people as it does for poor people. Carly, knowing immediately what to do, called her attorney. When you’re worth tens of millions of dollars, you always have an attorney who will answer calls… even at 10:30 on a Friday.

Now that attorney was, of course, just a tax attorney. But she knew to put Carly in touch with a family law attorney for first thing in the morning and, more importantly, a criminal attorney for tonight’s meeting.

So when I arrived at the station, there was already a lawyer standing there with his dour expression and a briefcase in his hand. “I'm Roger Stackhouse of Lundtz, Stackhouse and Schmidt,” he said as I was brought out of the car.

The ADA, having driven separately, was climbing out of her own car and Mr. Stackhouse, a partner apparently, was already walking over to her. “Michelle,” he said cordially.

“Roger…,” she said, clearly surprised, “A little late for something like this, isn’t it?”

“Well you’ve arrested my client on a bigamy charge despite him being married only to one woman.”

“Are we really going to do this right here?” she said.

“You take him in for fingerprinting and I’ll call the judge right now. I’m sure he’ll be cranky at being woken up. Especially when he finds out why,” the man said smoothly.

Michelle sighed, and looked at me, “He told me he was married to this Kyrsten, woman. But his other wife was there with a ring and I checked, they got married in New York a few months ago. What’s the issue.”

The man opened his briefcase, making a loud click in the quiet, dark night. “This is a sworn affidavit from Miss Kyrsten Elias,” he said, heavily emphasizing the ‘Miss’, “It states that she is not now, nor has she ever been married. Neither to Mr. Simpson nor to anyone else.”

“I talked to the Sheriff. He’s our neighbor. He’s been introducing her as his fiancee.”

“I’m sorry,” Mr. Stackhouse said smugly, “Which Florida code codifies ‘intent to commit bigamy’ as a crime?”

She sighed, “You know as well as I do that the precedents support prosecutions for people that live as husband and wife even without a legal agreement.” She was clearly frustrated by this point.

“Yes, a 1955 precedent. Are you going to be relying upon it in court?”

The two stared at each other for a moment before she finally gestured to the two cops who were standing on either side of me, “Uncuff him… find… you’re not under arrest, Mr. Simpson,” she said. The cuffs were unlocked and I rubbed my wrists in relief. I thought that was just at thing people did in movies but I can tell you, it’s not. Sit with your hands bound by metal behind your back for 30 minutes in an uncomfortable police car and you’ll understand. “BUT,” the ADA continued, “I want to talk to your client.”

“I’m afraid…,” Roger started but she cut him off.

“I still have the warrant. I can still arrest him. I’ll take some heat but he’ll still have that arrest you’re desperately trying to avoid.”

Roger looked at me as if assessing me. The man was actually pretty imposing. He stood at least 6’4 or more with salt and pepper hair. He looked like he must have played basketball when he was younger and, despite his 50+ years, looked like someone who would happily outplay me and two of my friends 1v3 if we asked. I was glad he was my attorney and not the ADA frankly. Not that Michelle wasn’t a little intimidating. She was. But at least she didn’t add a physical dimension to that intimidation. “You okay with an interrogation from her?”

I looked over at Michelle and then back at Roger, “You’ll be there?” He nodded, “Then sure. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

The three of us walked silently into the precinct and back to a row of rooms in the back, “An interrogation room, Michelle? Really?”

“Geezus, Roger. Let a girl get a little bit of an edge, won’t you?” Roger simply stood there, meeting her gaze. It was like every exchange between the two of them had this undercurrent of competition between them. “Fine, goddamnit…,” she said and walked us over to a spare office. She yanked the door open, and ushered us in with a gesture so condescending that it practically oozed from her fingertips.   “Sit down,” she said, following us inside. I looked at Roger who indicated a set of chairs in front of a spartan wooden desk. The cheap upholstery was uncomfortable but, so far, I’d managed to avoid a jail cell or even a metal chair in a bleak interrogation room. I could deal with a little frayed, green cloth on a chair that looked like it was purchased in the 70s.

“Okay… talk to me, Roger.”

“My client has committed no crimes…,” he started but Michelle cut him off with a wave of her hand.

“Has he been presenting Ms…, Elias? As his wife?”

“He’ll stipulate that he’s introduced her that way upon occasion.”

“Are they living together?”

“They are,” he said carefully. I could tell Roger was choosing his words very carefully.

“Cohabitating and passing off someone as a wife are the same prerequisites established by the 11th circuit and the Florida Supreme Court. I can give you the case citations if you’d like.”

“Gardner v Gardner and Smith v Townsend?” he asked, pulling two thin manilla folders out of his briefcase. He looked up at the ADA and I could see her smile falter slightly. She looked a little less predatory and intimidating than she had an hour earlier.

“Those are the two primary ones…”

“They’re the only ones and you know it. And they’re not exactly applicable you know. Smith had four wives that he’d legally married and the state was prosecuting the fifth one because she was the only one that would testify. They felt it was a lot easier and the court agreed. Gardner involved an underage girl that he’d taken advantage of and ‘married’ then kept her locked up in the house and took complete control of her money. Which he’d also done to the first wife who was testifying against him for a whole host of other things of which bigamy was the least of the concerns.”

Michelle folded her arms, “It’s still controlling precedent. Enough for me to book him and you’ll never get a prosecutorial abuse case to stick.”

The two attorney’s eyed each other but this time, it was Stackhouse that backed down. “My client is a good man with an unusual lifestyle. He’s not a monster which is what these statutes were attempting to stop.”

“How am I supposed to know that?”

He started to say something then he leaned over to me, “You’ve got nothing to hide, right?” he whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing illegal… drugs… criminal enterprise… etcetera?”

“No… of course not,” I said, confused.

He leaned back away and looked at Michelle again before pulling his briefcase back out. “Talk to them,” he said simply as he pulled out a pen and a legal pad.

She eyed the two of us, “You’ll let me talk to them?”

I looked at Roger and shrugged, it seemed like an idea with no real downside. I had a good relationship with all of them and I knew there wasn’t anything crazy to hide. “Sure… all four of them with or without me. Whatever you want… ma’am,” I said, trying to be respectful.

“Four?”

Stackhouse looked at me and shrugged as if to say, “You sort of gifted her that and we can’t walk it back now.”

I decided there was no harm though letting her talk to Sasha worried me ever so slightly. “I assumed you’d want to talk to all four of the women living with me.”

She looked at me and made some notes then nodded and said, “That’ll be fine. I’ll be in touch to schedule the interviews. He doesn’t leave the state until I say so?” she said, turning back to my attorney.

“That’s fine,” he said. “And you’ll give me a heads up before any further arrests are made?”

She looked at him and then at me, “Unless I find something that makes me change my mind.”

“You won’t,” I said and she shot me a look filled with daggers.

“Then we’ll be going. Jay, your wife should be here shortly if she’s not already,” he said and he ushered me outside. As we got into the lobby he turned to me, “Okay… you did good in there. Probably only needed to give her Carly and Kyrsten but giving her all four of them shows some openness. Anything I need to know?”

We walked through the door outside and into the calm night. The slight breeze coming in off the ocean was a relaxing, familiar sound. It had dropped a couple degrees in temperature since my arrival earlier and I put my hands in my pocket as we walked. “Well. Victoria is my secretary from New York that I brought with me when we moved down here.”

“Are you romantically involved?”

“Uhhh… yeah,” I said.

“Don’t be embarrassed, kid. I’ve seen way more fucked up shit than what you’ve got going. When I got called, I was worried it was for some sort of drug induced murder spree or something. This is pretty benign. Weird… but benign,” he trailed off for a second as Carly and Victoria pulled up in our car. Actually, it was all five girls which, in hindsight, really shouldn’t have surprised me. They all hopped out of the car, dressed in surprisingly casual and non-sexy clothes. I found out later, Carly had made them change lest they show up to the jail looking like some kind of sex harem cult looking for their liege and owner.

Carly ran up to me, a bit of a feat given her condition, and gave me a hug and started showering me with kisses. “Is everything okay?” she asked Roger and I.

I nodded and Roger explained, “I think we’re fine. They have a very thin legal case that MIGHT make it to a jury but probably doesn’t survive appeal. But our strategy is to avoid that entirely. You don’t want the next two years of your lives to be all about this.”

All six of us nodded, “So what do we do?” I asked.

“Be open. Don’t hide things. Answer all her questions. Jay said it was okay for the four of you to talk to her,” he said then looked at Louise, “Louise? Right?”

She nodded, “Not me?” It almost sounded like she was a little hurt.

He shook his head, “Thankfully she seemed satisfied with just the women living with Jay. I would have only given her Kyrsten and Carly but, after thinking about it, I think this is better. It says, ‘we have nothing to hide’. The important thing is to just be normal with her. She thinks this is some sort of crazy mormon cult where he’s abusive and breeding you like a creepy Game of Thrones character or some shit. We need to disabuse her of that notion. Don’t be overly defensive. Just tell it like it is.”

Sasha looked thoughtful then quietly raised her hand and looked at me, “Sasha?” I asked.

“Is she going to like… physically inspect us for… you know… signs of abuse?”

“I’m gonna ask this in a very careful way… is there something I should know about that would make you ask that?”

She looked at me again and I nodded, “Uhmm… I just… well… my ass is still pretty red.”

Carly quickly added, “It’s just a sex thing. It’s their kink. A lot of ours, actually.”

Roger Stackhouse shook his head. I could almost see his mind asking him, “Why me?”

“No… she isn’t going to physically inspect you. If she asks to, you just say you’d rather not and she won’t force it. On the off chance she does, you call me right away and flat refuse. As for… uhmm… sex stuff. How about you lay off of it for a week. No freaky deaky spanking shit, okay?”

Sasha actually pouted a little bit but all five of them nodded. “Okay.. I’ll be in touch to schedule appointments. Kyrsten, you’re the only one who’s schedule I need to work around?”

“Yeah, but I can be flexible,” she said.

“I’ll say,” Carly said and pinched her ass eliciting a scream from the redhead.

Roger rolled his eyes, “You guys are going to make this next month interesting at least,” he said then started to walk away. He got a couple steps then turned around and looked at us, “Also, whatever this deferential attitude that Sasha has towards you… don’t let that show in the interviews. She needs to be open and if she seems afraid to talk without permission, Michelle’s going to latch on like a bulldog, okay?”

“Yessir,” Sasha said before looking up at me and giving me a little smile, “I’ll just channel the old Sasha for an hour or so, Master.”

I stroked her hair from her eyes and said, “That’ll work, slut.”

She beamed and the six of us went to the SUV. It was a little tight and that was only made tighter by four of the five girls rushing to get in the backseat with me first. In the end, Louise and Kyrsten won out. Carly was happy to watch from the front seat while Victoria drove and Sasha climbed in behind me, stripping off her clothes before she’d even gotten seated.

The tension from the night finally catching up to us, we were all in a bit of a need for relief. I made out with Kyrsten for the entire trip while Louise sucked my cock and Sasha massaged my shoulders. Carly and Victoria made small talk in the front, occasionally looking into the backseat to admonish Louise to do a better job sucking my cock. She didn’t need any coaching or criticism but I liked the extra little bit of effort she gave when Carly chastised her for not doing a good enough job. The two loads she sucked out of me on the way home showed exactly how much I enjoyed it.

---

The next night, I was laying in bed while a typical night played out. Typical, in this case, involved Carly laying next to me, kissing me sweetly, while Kyrsten rode me slowly, keeping herself right on the edge of orgasm. And while that was hard for her, it was far easier than Sasha had it. Sasha was bound up on the floor, gagged and blindfolded with a vibrator attached to her cunt that was buzzing her away to her fifth or sixth orgasm. And of course Victoria who was simply walking around the room, tidying up as if this was just another day in the life of the Simpson household.

I reached up, massaging Kyrsten’s big tits while continuing to softly and sweetly makeout with my wife. Kyrsten whimpered at the touch but didn’t say anything. She was enjoying the slow, sensual edging as much as the actual sex.

“My sister gets here tomorrow,” Carly whispered to me. The thought made my cock flex and Kyrsten groan loudly. Carly and I laughed before she continued, “Have you thought about what you’re going to do or say to her?”

“I don’t know. She’s still just a kid. I don’t want her life to be altered with a baby yet.”

“You’re a good man, Master,” she said, rubbing her own belly. “She’s given it thought though. She IS an adult.”

“Technically,” I said, “But she’s got a lot of life ahead of her and I don’t want a kid brought into this world simply because she found a game to play that she enjoyed.”

“But it was okay to get her tatted up?” Carly said, giving me a smile.

I rolled my eyes, turning my attention briefly back to the writhing redhead on my lap, “She had plenty of warning and tattoos can be altered or removed. A baby can’t be.”

“Fair enough,” she said, giving up the argument. As far as arguments go, this was about as strong as Carly ever got with me though and I made a mental note. “Still… you’re going to have some fun with her, right?”

“Definitely,” I said, returning my attention to Kyrsten. “What do you think, babe?”

Her eyes snapped open and she looked at me, smiling brightly. “I was barely listening, Master. Your cock was all I was thinking about.”

I gave her a wicked smile before lunging forward and grabbing her hair. I quickly flipped her around onto her back where she landed with a giggle and a cute yelp. I slammed my cock into her, hard, enjoying the surprised gasp that emanated from her cute little lips. “I guess that’s fine,” I said before fucking her back into oblivion.

---

The next day, we all woke up in our usual post-night-of-fucking haze. Kyrsten was, as was typical, the first one up and making coffee for the rest of us. Victoria and Sasha were taking care of the household chores and Carly and I were reading the news, relaxing and enjoying ourselves. Kyrsten left for work and Carly and I hopped in the car to head to the airport.

“You eager to see your sister again?” I asked as we drove across the causeway.

“I’m eager to watch you fuck her, Master,” she responded with a smile. I glanced over and returned the smile.

“Those second trimester hormones have really kicked in, haven’t they?”

“Yes, Master. I swear to God all I can think about is sex.”

“Talk like that and I’ll be keeping you barefoot and pregnant, my love.”

“I think about 40% of me would love that, Master. But it also sounds exhausting, you know?”

“Yeah… My family wasn’t very big but my grandmother came from one of those dust bowl era 15 kid families. My great grandfather had two wives.”

She laughed, “So polygamy runs in the family?”

“No… no like that. The first one died in child birth.”

She rubbed my hand, realizing that I’d actually been a little worried about something serious and she’d thought I was joking. “Medicine has come a long way, Master.”

“I know. But I still don’t want you to have 10 kids,” I said with a tight smile. The thought of losing Carly, however remote it was, hurt to think about.

“I agree… ten sounds like a lot.”

“Yeah, seven should be more than enough,” I said with a laugh.

She playfully slapped my shoulder, “Seven? That’ll put a real cramp in our sex life, Master.”

“Nahh… you’ll stay at home taking care of them while I go out and get laid by the moms of our kids’ friends.”

Carly bit her lip, “That’s actually kinda hot,” she said meekly. “Something really sexy and perverse about you fucking your way through some kind of middle class suburb of sexually frustrated soccer moms.”

“I’ve created a monster!” I said in mock anger and we both laughed as we cruised up to the airport.

We parked in the short term lot, which I used to think of as stupidly expensive but recent events had already made me recalibrate cost vs. convenience. Carly and I walked hand-in-hand to the domestic terminal where we waited for our guests. Fortunately, it didn’t take long. Down the hall, I saw Hideo first and my eye snapped to the hot little Asian girl standing next to him. Sherry was wearing a thin white halter top that was fighting valiantly to contain her breasts and a tight, mid length skirt that sat low on her waist. She saw Carly and started running towards us, embracing Carly in an emphatic embrace, “I’ve missed you so much!” she said as she hugged her sister again. “Oh my God. You’re so fat now, sis!”

I shot her a look. I realized this was just sisterly banter but it still annoyed me. Plus, Carly was barely beginning to show for real. “Sherry,” I said with a warning tone.

She immediately snapped to look at me with her demeanor changing completely. “Sorry, Master. Hideo has been making me cum every night for the last week. I”m feeling pretty bratty… can you maybe help me with that?”

My dick stirred at the images that flashed through my mind but before I could say anything, Hideo walked up with another cute girl at his side. “Hideo, how are you?” I asked.

“I’m great, Jay. Thank you. This is my sister, Aimee,” he said, introducing the petite girl beside him. She was a little shorter than Sherry and a little less busty but a very similar look overall. She was quite pale for an Asian girl with girlish pink lipstick drawing attention to her pouty lips. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that was stretching admirably across her chest and little athletic shorts in UM colors. “She’s starting here next semester and I thought it would be a good chance to introduce her to campus and maybe make some friends.”

I looked at Hideo, a little surprised. Given the girls in my life, particularly of the Asian variety, I would have thought an older brother would have been a little more protective. He met my gaze and gave me a smile before glancing at Sherry. What the hell was happening?

I cleared my throat and composed myself, “I wish you’d told me you were bringing your sister. I’d have brought the SUV instead of the Tesla. It’ll be a tight fit.”

Hideo nodded, “Sorry. It was a last minute decision. Sherry thought it was a good idea and you know how I am when she wants something.” Aimee rolled her eyes behind Hideo, clearly having seen Sherry manipulate him frequently.

“Well, it so happens we know some people at UM. Would you like to go take a look around, Aimee? We’ve got time if you want?”

She nodded shyly and smiled.

Sherry giggled and gave Hideo a condescending kiss on the cheek. “Now be a dear and go get our luggage, honey,” she said. Hideo smiled and happily walked over to the baggage claim to unload three surprisingly small bags. Sherry turned to me, “Turns out when you dress like a slut, your clothes take up less space,” she said by way of explanation.

“You’re so bad,” Carly said in a whisper so that Aimee didn’t hear.

“What’s the deal with the sister?” I asked.

“You like her? I knew you would… Master,” she said, humming the words happily, “God I’ve missed calling you that. I haven’t had a real cock since you left and Hideo’s tongue is really only good for orgasms.”

Aimee stood there, awkwardly swaying back and forth. She was very attractive. Carly and Sherry followed my gaze and giggled at each other again. “Master is distracted by a shiny new toy,” Carly whispered again.

“I figured she’d be a good housewarming gift for you, Master.”

“Like I don’t have enough trouble,” I said. Aimee turned to look at me just then, meeting my gaze. Carly was draped on one hand and Sherry was standing closer than one would normally expect. Our eyes locked and a flush rose across her pale skin. Hideo walked back up then with the bags in tow. “Hideo… you want to drive the car?”

“Your new Tesla? Yes, sir!” he said.

“You don’t work for me anymore you know,” I told him with a smile.

“Old habits, sir,” he said then instantly corrected himself, “Jay.”

I laughed and tossed him the keys. He handed his sister’s bag to her but held onto Sherry’s as he offered her his arm. She took it with a sweet smile and we walked out to the parking lot. “I’ll ride in the back with my sister and M… Jay,” Sherry said as we approached the small car. “That was your sister doesn’t have to squeeze in with strangers. That wouldn’t be appropriate,” she said with a bawdy stage wink directed at Aimee. Then she looked at Hideo meaningfully, “Maybe on the way BACK to the airport.” Hideo had a slightly frightened look on his face as his eyes flicked between Sherry, Aimee and I. A moment of awkward silence passed but he gave Sherry a very slight nod.

Sherry slid into the back behind the driver’s seat and practically pulled me into the middle. Aimee noticed, giving us a slightly confused look but letting it pass as Carly wordlessly glided in behind me. It took Hideo a minute to figure out the front trunk release and get the bags loaded but we were on the road, cruising out of the airport parking lot only five minutes later.

“So, Aimee. What are you studying?” I asked.

“Psychology,” she said quietly. Her voice was soft and tentative. Like she was surprised she was being asked the question.

“Nice. Sherry and Louise’s old roommate was studying that, wasn’t she?” I asked and Sherry nodded.

“Who’s Louise?” Aimee asked.

“Uhh… Sherry’s roommate,” I said with a laugh. “She goes to school here now. You’ll meet her when we get to campus.”

Aimee glanced back, picking up on the oddity and looking at me before turning back to watch the road. Sherry leaned over to me and started stroking me before whispering into my ear, “You’re going to fuck her,” she said.

I looked at Sherry, trying to figure out her game. “Does she know about you?”

Sherry looked at me and bit her lip, shaking her head slowly back and forth with an innocent naughtiness that had me surging in her tiny hand.

“You’ll tell her soon,” I said simply. Her whole body shivered, sending a tremor from her hips up to her head, passing pleasantly through her huge, barely covered, breasts.

Sherry’s eyes grew wide but the grin on her face belied the fear in her eyes. She nodded ever so slightly and mouthed, “Yes, Master,” in silence.

I returned my attention to the other busty, petite Asian in the car and asked, “Do you enjoy it?”

“Uhmm… yes… I guess.”

“That doesn’t sound very certain,” I told her. As I spoke, I slid my hand up Sherry’s leg and brushed her moist slit with my finger. I felt her clit piercing, now fully healed and gave it a little jiggle causing her to squirm and give a slight intake of breath that she managed to keep under control.

“No… it’s interesting… I just… I don’t know if it will be a career forever for me,” she said quietly. She was clearly very shy.

“Can I get your professional opinion on something?” I asked.

That made her laugh tentatively, “I’m hardly a professional, sir,” she said quietly.

“Sir? I’m not THAT old am I?” I asked, teasingly.

“Our parents taught us to be respectful, especially with w…,” she said and then trailed off.

“With what?” I asked.

“Whenever we meet newer people,” she said, recovering. I let it hang there, curious if she’d expound further. “What was your question?” she finally asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“What do you think of Sherry’s tattoos?”

The tattoos were mostly visible given her slutty attire. I knew the young woman had to have noticed.

“They’re very… interesting,” she said. Hideo glanced at her nervously but otherwise said nothing. “She told me she had a pretty wild time in her first year of college before she settled down with my brother.”

“What do you think they say about her?”

Aimee was quiet for a moment. For a solid 30 seconds, the only thing audible was the soft hum of the air around the car as we barreled down the highway. “I guess they say she likes sex and is… promiscious.”

I nodded, “I thought the same thing when I saw them. But that’s fairly superficial. What else? What about this odd Yin/Yang symbol. It’s not traditionally drawn is it?” I asked, knowing full well the answer.

“No… I mean… traditionally they’re black and white but hers is yellow and white.”

“What does that signify?” I asked.

“I’m not an expert on Chinese iconography,” she said quietly.

“Make a guess,” I said. “We’ll make Sherry tell us if you’re right or not.”

“Well… traditionally, the Yin side is the darker side and associated with the night and femininity and other things… The white side is the harder masculine side, Yang. She’s dropped the feminine side and replaced it with a yellow section. Normally that would represent earth, stability and farming. If I saw it on someone else, I’d say it was meant to reject femininity and replace it with general nourishing and cultivation. Perhaps to show the role she believes that women should play in a man’s life rather than the traditional feminine roles.”

“Interesting,” I said, looking at Sherry.

Aimee continued, “But Sherry doesn’t strike me as a particularly anti-feminine person so I think there’s more to it than that.”

“And the other’s?”

“I don’t read Mandarin well so I’m not sure what the other one on her shoulder says. Something about ownership is all I got from it.”

“What about the one on her back?” I asked.

Aimee looked at her brother and then laughed, “I guess it means that my brother is full of surprises,” she giggled. “Getting a girlfriend to tattoo ‘Master’s’ on her back like a piece of property. The first time I saw it, I was really surprised. Especially given that that doesn’t seem like their dynamic in public.

“Is that right?” I asked. Sherry looked at me and squirmed. The skirt she was wearing just showed the first word. But we both knew that the full quote was ‘Master’s Cock Socket’.

Aimee just continued on, “I think so… anyways… that along with the ownership one on her shoulder suggests that she’s not only promiscuous but probably very unconventional and submissive in her sexuality.” Aimee’s voice had sped up, dropping into an almost lecturing tone as she tried to emotionally distance herself from the embarrassing content of the words she was uttering.

“Is that right, Sherry?”

“Close,” she said, smiling. “I certainly have many of those tendencies and Hideo loves it, don’t you dear?”

Hideo was flushed red with embarrassment but he nodded, “Yes, dear.”

Sherry gave him a little peck on the cheek from the back seat and we continued down the road.

---

We arrived on campus shortly after that, the five of us climbing out of the car. “Let’s go up to Louise’s room,” I said. Sherry skipped over to Hideo and took his hand.

“Isn’t it beautiful here? So sunny and warm? Much nicer than stupid old NYC… think of how fun it would be for us to move here and raise a family!” she exclaimed, looking over her shoulder and fixing her stare on me.

I remembered what Carly had said but I knew I really needed to calm her down on that front.

We made our way upstairs and I knocked on the door. Louise answered quickly with a friendly smile and a big hug for Sherry. “Oh, Sherry. I’ve missed you!” she exclaimed. She gave Sherry a soft kiss on her lips, more than would normally be appropriate but not so much that it would be perceived as particularly intimate. Aimee noticed but said nothing. The girl was very difficult to read.

“Come in… come in,” she said. I’d warned her about Aimee and told her I wasn’t yet ready to bring her into the loop. I had plans and I didn’t want them disrupted. “Mr. and Mrs. S… it’s so good to see you guys again to,” she said, giving me a bawdy stage wink when Aimee wasn’t looking.

“Louise, you mind if Carly and I borrow your room for a minute to talk to Sherry about something?”

“Of course not, go ahead. I’ll just tell Aimee here all about how wonderful the U is.”

I laughed and placed my hand meaningfully on Sherry’s tattooed back, guiding her to the back bedroom as the girls started talking. Carly followed behind me wordlessly. When the door closed, I shoved Sherry onto the bed where she landed with a gasp. Before she could say anything, I was on top of her, kissing her and fingering her sopping cunt with three digits.

“Such a dumb little piece of fuck meat,” I said. She gasped, arousal from my harsh words already taking her to that beautiful submissive headspace she loved. “Carly, come feed this whore your cunt while I destroy her ass. Make sure she stays quiet, okay?”

“Yes, Master,” Carly said eagerly, stripping off her clothes and spreading her legs on the bed, “Make your Master’s wife cum hard, little sister,” she said. It always amused me that Sherry was one of the few people that brought out a bit of a dominant streak in my wife. Sherry dove in, eagerly driving her tongue into Carly’s spread snatch.

I squirted some lotion from the nightstand table into my hand and stroked my cock before immediately sliding it to the hilt into her ass. Her loud moan was smothered by Carly gripping her hair and holding her tight. I started slamming into her, fucking her without mercy, knowing that there wasn’t a ton of time.

Neither Carly or I lasted very long. Within just a few minutes, Carly’s eyes started fluttering and she jammed her free hand’s wrist into her mouth, biting down as her sister’s expert tongue sent her over the edge. The way she spasmed and kicked made me boil over as well. I dug my fingers into Sherry’s plump ass and shoved into her with one last thrust as I filled her up.

I took a couple deep breaths before pulling out and looking at Sherry who was now rolling around on the bed quivering and saying, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou.”

“You feeling a little less sassy now, slut?” I asked.

“Yes, Master. Thank you. I needed that. Hideo just doesn’t have it in him,” she said.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said. It was true. While I didn’t have the same depth of feelings for Sherry as I did for her sister, I still liked her and wanted her to be happy.

“Don’t be. He’s all but agreed to raise whatever babies you decide to give us.”

I took a deep breath and sat down, “Sherry… Let’s talk about that,” I said.

“I know what you’ve told me, Master. But I don’t care. I want you to breed me and make me feel useful. I need that. Just like my sister.”

I paused for a moment before starting in, “A baby isn’t about you feeling useful, Sherry. It’s about bringing a child into the world and caring for it.”

She folded her hands and pouted, “I know.”

“I know you, know, sweetie,” I said, stroking her hair. “But you’re young and you have a life ahead of you. I won’t have that upended just yet. Okay?”

“But…,” she said but I held my finger up to interrupt.

“I’ve spoken, Sherry. You’re either my submissive or you’re not. Understand?”

She nodded before speaking slowly, “I am, Master. Very much so. You make my decisions for me. It’s just… Everyone else has moved down here and gets to be of use to you in some way. And I’m stuck up in the City without you.”

I paused, realizing now what was really bothering her. She was feeling left out and useless.

“Tell you what, slut. How about I give you a task each month? Something really slutty and humiliating for you to do for me. Something that will please me just to have you do it.”

She perked up and looked at me, “Like what?”

I thought for a moment, “Twice a week for the next month, I want you to have cum with your dinner.”

“I don’t understand…,” she said in confusion.

“You have to get a guy… not Hideo… some other guy.. To give you his cum and you have it with dinner.”

“Like instead of a glass of wine?” she said. Her chest was heaving hard and the words were coming out slightly breathlessly. I could tell she liked the idea.

I shrugged, “Sure… or salad dressing or hamburger special sauce. You can decide. But each time you do it you have to have Hideo send me a picture, okay?”

“Oh, God,” she said and her whole body shivered with arousal again, just like in the car. This time, however, her naked tits jiggled attractively. “I love it, Master.”

“And you’re not allowed to cum this month because you’ve been so naughty, okay?”

“Of course, Master,” she said as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The thought of going an entire month without an orgasm was a huge turnon for her.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll keep you in denial until the next time we meet, okay? And then I’ll tie you up and lock you in a closet to cum all night long.”

“Oh God!” she said then clapped her hand over her mouth. She lowered her voice, “That’s so fucking hot, Master. I promise I’ll be a good girl and earn the cum from lots of strangers.”

“Good,” I said then got up. “I think that went well,” I told Carly as I opened the door for her.

“Yes, Master. Very well handled. Though I suspect she wants your baby even more now than before.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Absolutely not, Master,” she said with a smirk. I pinched her ass and she let out a playful little yelp as we made our way back into the living room.

“Okay, I said to the room as all the eyes looked up at me. “Aimee, how about I show you around campus?”

Aimee looked at me before averting her eyes shyly. “I’d like that, sir.”

It probably wasn’t intentional, but hearing her call me ‘Sir’ again just solidified my decision to seduce her.