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Kathy's New Husband (MF, wife)
by Walt
It was about a week after Walt's session with Bob Cassidy, and
he was sitting home watching television in the living room. Kathy
came in and he looked over at her.
"Nice outfit." he said to her politely. "Going out?"
Kathy smiled at him. "Yes, I'm going out with Bob tonight."
Her smile grew wider. "He asked me to dress really slutty for him.
Do you think this will do?" She turned to give Walt a full view of
her outfit.
She was wearing a red lycra mini that came to about halfway
down her thighs, topped with a sleeveless red blouse with a v-neck
that was open almost to her navel. The tops of her black thigh highs
peeked from the hem of her skirt. She was wearing red t-strap shoes
with three inch heels. Red nail polish and lip gloss, and some
serious blonde streaking in her short brown hair capped it all off.
"And no underwear at all," she tittered.
"You really look hot, honey," Walt told her. "Bob is going to
love that look."
Kathy laughed. "He better. This cost you close to a hundred
and fifty dollars."
Walt sighed. "That's okay, baby. As long as you are getting
everything you need to make you happy."
She came over and kissed him on the cheek. "You are so sweet,"
she almost cooed in his ear. "If you only had a real cock, I'd fuck
you right here and now."
Walt smiled back at her and patted her hand. "I know,
sweetheart. But all I have is this little boy prick, and I know
that's not enough to satisfy a woman's needs."
"I am so lucky to have you for my husband," Kathy continued.
"You know what I need and that you don't have it and you never make
any sexual demands from me." She went to the closet to get her
jacket. "You know, sometimes I almost get aroused by you, " she said
over her shoulder. "But then I think about Bob's cock, and realize
what a waste it would be to fuck you." She laughed as she went out
the door. "Let's go." Walt got up and followed her out to the car.
He opened the back door for her and she got in, flashing her milky
thigh at him as she did. Walt closed the door for her once she was
in and went to the driver's door. When he was seated, he put on the
chauffeur's cap. The uniform had been Bob's idea as had been
having Walt drive Bob and Kathy on all of their dates. Walt
couldn't refuse Cassidy anything, and had eagerly agreed. As he
thought about wife being fucked by Cassidy and that big hard cock,
his own prick started to stiffen, and he rubbed it through his
pants.
"Hey," Kathy said impatiently, "I don't have time to waste
while you play with yourself!"
Walt blushed slightly as he started the car and put it in
gear.
When they arrived at Bob's place, Walt went to the door and
rang the bell. After a few minutes, Cassidy came opened it.
"Hi Bob," Walt said enthusiastically. "Like the outfit?" he
pointed to the black uniform and cap.
"Yes, I do, Walt." Cassidy answered a little stiffly. "It
suits you perfectly."
"Thanks," Walt answered appreciatively.
"But I do think we need to establish some rules when you are
driving for us, don't you?" Cassidy looked deep into his eyes.
"Certainly, Bob, whatever you want," came Walt's response.
Cassidy smiled. "Good! Rule number one, then," he looked at
Walt seriously. "Whenever you are driving for us, you will refer to
me as Mr Cassidy, not Bob."
"Certainly, Mr Cassidy," Walt responded easily. "Is that it?"
"No," Cassidy continued, "You will refer to Kathy as Mrs
Cassidy."
Walt looked slightly puzzled.
"In fact," Cassidy went on, "You will refer to Kathy and I as
Mr and Mrs Cassidy at all times, not just when you are driving for
us." His stare intensified.
Walt hesitated again.
"She is my wife, now, you stupid, dickless little excuse for a
man!" Cassidy said menacingly, "and you know it. She doesn't have
any use for you except to serve us!"
Walt looked at his shoes for a moment.
"You know this is true," Cassidy gloated. "Tell me that you
know it!"
Walt looked up slowly. "Kathy is your wife now, and I will
serve both of you."
"Ah-ah," Cassidy corrected him. "Not Kathy, to you. It's Mrs
Cassidy."
"Sorry," Walt apologized, "Mrs Cassidy."
Cassidy smiled, "Excellent, Walter. Let's go." He stepped out
and Walt pulled the door closed behind him. When they got to the
car, Walt opened his door and waited as Cassidy got in. As Walt
closed the car door, he saw Kathy lean across the seat and give him
a deep, sensuous kiss. His cock began to stiffen again as he walked
around to the driver's door. He stroked himself slowly as he drove.
Kathy continued to kiss Bob, her tongue exploring his mouth,
and her hand moved to his crotch. She rubbed his cock through the
material and moaned as she continued the deep kiss. She broke away
long enough to see Walt looking in the rear view mirror.
"Would you like to see me suck his cock?" she asked him
teasingly.
"Oh, yes, Mrs Cassidy," Walt answered immediately. "I would
love to see you suck your husband's cock."
Kathy looked at Bob inquisitively.
"Walter has acknowledged the fact that he is not capable of
truly performing as your husband, and that I am the real man in your
life," he explained casually.
Kathy smiled and nodded. "Excellent, idea." She looked at Walt
again. "I am going to suck my husband's cock and let him cum in my
mouth. Does that excite you?"
Walt nodded. "Yes, Mrs Cassidy, it excites me very much."
Kathy fished out Bob's swelling cock and took it in her mouth,
swallowing it hungrily. Slurping noises filled the car as her head
bobbed up and down on his meaty shaft, mixed with Bob's moans of
pleasure. As he erupted into Kathy's mouth in great sticky spurts,
Walt felt himself cumming. Kathy continued to pump the cock in her
mouth until she had drained every drop of semen from it, and then
sat up.
"Delicious, my love," she said to Cassidy. "Did you enjoy
that, Walter?" she asked.
Walt could only nod and mumble weakly, "Yes, Mrs Cassidy. That
was great."
They were just pulling up at the restaurant as Kathy put Bob's
cock back into his pants for him. Walt got out and opened the door
so they could get out. Bob handed him a twenty.
"Go see a movie and be back here in two hours," he said
condescendingly.
"Thank you, Mr Cassidy." Walt said. "And I hope you and Mrs
Cassidy enjoy your meal."
Bob took Kathy's hand. "Oh, we will. We definitely will."
As he watched them enter the restaurant, Walt couldn't help
but admire what a stunning couple they made.