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The Dean's Wife
By Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.com)
www.PhilPhantom.Com

***

A wife is caught cheating on her husband and is 
blackmailed into giving pleasure to her blackmailer 
only to be come pregnant by him and ending up having to 
confess her waywardness. (MMF, wife, cheat, blkmail, 
preg)

***

Home pregnancy test are great inventions if you want 
positive results, but can bring tears if you want 
negative results. Annette cried, "Shit, I can't be 
pregnant!" A confirming test said, "Sure you can." She 
didn't actually cry until the man she was certain would 
spring for an abortion, instead threatened to sue if 
she murdered his child. 

Now, she had to tell her husband about a cheating 
episode that she was sure she got clean away with - her 
first and only in fifteen years of marriage. Except for 
the blackmailer she had to keep putting out for to keep 
the one cheating episode a secret, but that was not 
cheating, that was blackmail, and it was the 
blackmailer who got her pregnant. Fat chance hubby 
would believe that.

He didn't. Bill was livid, hurt, furious, pouty, 
pissed, anxious, angry, and Bill had questions: How 
could you? What possessed you? What kind of woman are 
you? Who is this guy? Do you love him? Do you want a 
divorce? Does he fuck you in my bed, smoke my 
cigarettes, drink my beer? Do you suck his dick, too? 
What are you, some kind of whore? Do the kids cover for 
you, stand lookout, get to watch. How many guys are you 
fucking, Annette? Better yet, how many have you fucked? 
Do you even bother keeping track? Making any money, 
Annette? What are you spending it on - sure ain't 
rubbers - no, rubbers are for hubby, let him buy his 
own.

Annette knew Bill would be hurt and pissed. She knew 
he'd rant, knew he'd pace hard, and knew he'd ask 
questions without waiting for answers. She knew Bill 
quite well. He was like a pressure cooker, venting, but 
once all the steam was out of him, you could easily 
open the lid, look inside his head and talk to him. 
He'd listen, ask questions, and await answers. Sitting 
silently through the venting stage was always 
difficult, but this time the steam was full in her face 
and the steam hurt. 

Some of the awful things he said she didn't think she 
would ever hear from her Bill, but he had every right 
to imagine the worst and give vent to his worst fears. 
Actually, his worst fears weren't too far off the mark, 
and right on in many areas. Telling him she was 
pregnant with another man's child was the easy part. 

Telling him she had a lover, that the kids knew, had 
been on a few outings with Mom and her lover, had seen 
sex in his marital bed, that her lover did smoke his 
cigarettes and drink his beer, but he was dead wrong 
about the kids standing lookout; and, no, she did not 
want a divorce, was not a whore, made no money, and did 
not make a lover buy or wear a condom. 

He was right - rubbers are for the hubby and hubby buys 
his own rubbers. There weren't that many - only two. He 
was right about some things; wrong about others. In a 
way, she didn't want to see him sit and put his face in 
his hands, but he eventually did.

When he did, Annette came and sat beside him on the 
bed, placed an arm around his shoulders and prepared to 
take his lid off - then piss in his pot. She didn't 
want to, but she had to. He might want a divorce, but 
she doubted it. He might do more venting, but that was 
a rarity. After fifteen years of marriage, she was good 
at keeping the lid off and the flame down. Then again, 
she had never held his open pot over a blow torch 
before.

She unlatched his lid with a soft, I'm-sorry kiss to 
his temple. That would bring the questions one at a 
time and softly. She kissed and he said, "How many have 
there been, Annette? Give it to me straight. I want the 
truth."

"Two, only two, and only since the Walcoff's party."

"Okay, I believe you. How many times?"

"Once with the first guy, a stranger, great dancer, 
good kisser, smooth talker, a seducer like no other I 
ever encountered. I was no match and you were out on a 
beer run looking for a keg at two in the morning. He 
danced me out to a quiet corner in the moonlight and 
made me do a very naughty thing. He bet me I couldn't 
hit the pool with my panties. I said, 'You're on, 
Stranger,' took the off, wadded them up, wound up for 
the three-foot pitch into pool the size of our whole 
back yard, but he stopped me and said, 'If you miss, 
you must commit an act of adultery with a perfect 
stranger within the hour.'"

"You missed."

"Yeah, I was way off. You know me. I throw like a girl, 
the wind caught it, and there was a cherry tree in the 
way."

"Don't be cute, Annette. I am not in the mood."

"I know, but this was my very first sexual adventure 
and I really was cute. I wanted to paint you a clear 
picture. You were there - not right then, but you were 
at that party. You know how the atmosphere at that 
party was after all the stuffed shirts left and the 
Walcoff's showed that video from Thailand. You could 
spread the sexual tension with a butter knife. After 
you stepped out, anyone could have walked up and dared 
me to hit the pool with my panties and if I missed I'd 
have to fuck all the dogs while the Walcoff's took home 
videos."

"Would you have missed?"

"Are you kidding. I would have missed the pool and the 
cherry tree. The neighbors would have found those soggy 
panties and gone, 'What the hell!'"

"All right, Annette, I understand. You could have come 
and told me about that and gotten a hug and an atta 
girl."

"I wish I had. Instead, I let number two blackmail me. 
In fact, he ruined a beautiful moment by reaching up 
the back of my dress to cup our joined genitals and 
shout back, 'Yeah, they're fucking. He's in her to the 
balls. You owe me a twenty, Larry.' He ruined it for 
me, but he made that stranger's night. My tall dark 
stranger came with a man's hand gripping him by the 
root. Anyway, Don Juan broke the ice, but a Don Juan 
wannabe is using ongoing blackmail to keep me dancing 
with him."

"How many times?"

"I honestly don't know - fifty, a hundred. If we're 
talking his orgasms in me, maybe two or three hundred 
in what, fifty days? In all honesty, Bill, his 
blackmail meant nothing. I would have simply flipped 
him off and said, 'Screw you. Go tell.' I was curious 
and have been for some time. Blackmail worked. 
Blackmail got him a piece of ass with Larry and a few 
others watching, maybe eight or ten others besides 
Larry. We didn't know any of them - just Larry and Don 
Juan number two. He took me to a bedroom, stripped me 
naked, and fucked me like a cheating slut. Larry got a 
big kick out of that. I'm surprised he never said 
anything, or has he?"

"No, not a word, but he wouldn't be the type to foil a 
man getting pussy off another man's wife. Okay, so you 
don't flip him off because you're curious. You're not 
still curious. You said ongoing blackmail."

"Blackmail kept me dancing, but I like the way he 
dances, and I love the way he blackmails. He has me 
doing dance steps to music I never heard before. The 
blackmail aspect has been a game all along, but a game 
that never grows weary, not for me it doesn't. He has 
me doing dances I heavily frown on and he has me loving 
them."

"Okay, Annette, who is this dance instructor?" 

"Greg."

"Greg Davis?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Christ, Annette. The man thinks he's God's gift to 
women. He goes through women the way most men go 
through underwear. Why couldn't it be some nameless 
fuck in an elevator? Why Professor Davis?"

"He's a great dancer, I mean dance dancer. I love to 
dance, and he is not the type that will fuck a nameless 
woman in an elevator. He would make love to one in an 
elevator, but only after proper introductions and a few 
dances. He was half drunk at the party and went for a 
quick rut, but that wasn't the Greg who has been after 
me for years. 

Someone broke through the ice and grabbed me. Hell, I 
was half drunk. It felt good. I was in the mood to rut 
like a cheating slut - in seconds. I helped him get me 
naked. I led him by the cock to the nearest bedroom. It 
was Larry who gathered up my clothes and brought them 
along and helped dress me again. Larry wiped my pussy. 
I would have just laid there that way till you came in 
with a keg and cried, 'I found one. Where's Annette.' 
You're right, Larry helps the cheaters."

"But why Greg Davis? Christ, Annette, he's in my 
department. For that matter, so is Larry. I'm their 
fucking Dean. Rule number one: You don't fuck the 
Dean's wife. Rule number two: You don't wipe the Dean's 
wife's pussy so he won't know. Rule number three:

The Dean's wife does not fuck anything with a degree or 
seeking to get a degree."

"Well, I broke rule three because Greg makes me feel 
like a beautiful woman - sexy, desirable, feminine, 
adored, appreciated. I may be a fuck to him or another 
notch on his bedpost, but he hides that fact very well. 

He doesn't say, 'Come on; let's fuck?' He seduces. He 
makes a woman want to have sex, unprotected sex. If he 
had a condom on, a woman would remove it. He is well-
endowed and knows how to use it, a rare combination 
that is a shame to ruin with rubber. Why Greg? I'll 
tell you why Greg. He would never say, 'Babe, I need 
some relief. How 'bout getting under the desk and 
giving me a knob job while I finish grading these 
papers?' I doubt Greg ever asks or goes without knob 
jobs. That's why Greg."

"This doesn't sound like a fling that's done and over."

"It's not."

"Do you want a divorce?"

"What, to leave a man who has stood by me through thick 
and thin, loves me dearly, and fathered most of my 
kids, all except the one I'm carrying, a good provider 
and fair lover when he wants to be, the man I love and 
still love to go to a Don Juan wannabe who goes through 
women the way you go through underwear - do I want a 
divorce - no, Bill, I don't want a divorce, but I would 
understand if you did. I would not contest a divorce if 
that's what you want."

"You plan to keep seeing him, don't you?"

"Yes, we're lovers, Bill. We are lovers playing a 
blackmail game. I am playing a game of romance, love, 
and sex under threat of blackmail. I am willing to play 
this game until he moves on even if it costs me the man 
I really love. I must play this game. I'm not getting 
any younger. This may be my one and only shot at this 
game. You have absolutely no interest in this game. You 
never have; you never will. I accept that. 

"You just want your sex the way you want it when you 
want it. For the most part, you get it. It's time you 
gave me what I want, what I need, what I crave. If you 
won't give it; I'll take it. I have taken it. I'm just 
now telling you that I took it and will continue taking 
it. Making this a gift from you would be a noble 
gesture rewarded in knob jobs without the dirty looks. 
I'll even swallow. I swallow for Greg."

"You swallow cum? You're shitting me!"

"I shit you not. In the seven weeks we've been seeing 
each other, I must have swallowed a gallon of his cum, 
and he never once asked to have his dick sucked, much 
less to orgasm in my mouth, or that I swallow his load, 
milk out the rest, then lick his cock and balls. By the 
way, about a quart of the cum was Larry's. 

"He won't fuck the Dean's wife, but he'll let her suck 
his cock. And, there is a cup or two belonging to 
others in the department. Larry has a big mouth. He 
raves about what a great cock sucker the Dean's wife 
is. Naturally, I blush before I kneel, and I always 
kneel. Greg insists that the Dean's wife kneel to suck 
history department cock. He has rules, too, Bill."

"Damn! How many history department cocks have you 
sucked?"

"All nine, but don't worry. This remains within the 
department of history and the Dean must never find out 
that his wife is a kneeling cock sucker who makes the 
rounds wearing knee pads and a cum-stained lobster 
bib."

"Well, I suppose I could live with that. I suppose I 
have."

"Furthermore, he has opened my back door to sex and 
didn't ask. He assumed and I let him though he is 
considerably thicker and longer than you. I suffered 
for him, but that door is now wide open for business. 
You can now flip me over and fuck my ass, too. Thanks 
to Greg, you now have a choice of three holes to fuck 
and two don't need a rubber."

"Three for the next seven or eight months."

"No, that hole still requires a rubber."

"What, to get sloppy seconds off a pregnant wife. Think 
again, baby."

"Greg won't tolerate sloppy seconds off of you even 
days later sloppy seconds. Your sperm can't mix, not in 
my pussy it can't. I'm sorry, Bill, but you wear a 
rubber or that hole is off limits for the duration."

"You're shitting me!"

"I shit you not. I will cut you off for my lover, 
completely if he wants me too. He is being generous 
with you at my urging, but he expects to see gratitude 
in return."

"WHAT!"

"I'm serious, Bill. Do not provoke him. He can 
completely cut you off and move you completely out of 
the master bedroom. He is now the master of the master 
bedroom. When the master comes, you go, or stay, 
depending on what he wants you to do. Knowing Greg, 
he'll want you to stay just, get off the bed so that he 
has room to operate. He'll want you to take notes. I 
want you to take good notes. There is more to fucking 
me than sticking your dick in a hole and moving it the 
way it feels good to you. If you learn how to fuck a 
woman, you might get laid more often. You'd at least 
get some repeat customers, maybe some repeat coed pussy 
doing it for an orgasm instead of a passing grade."

"Time fucking out. I'm not playing this stupid game - 
you are. No big-dicked mother fucker without tenure is 
pushing me out of my bed in my house."

"No, I will and he will assist me in doing the pushing. 
You are barely a match for me; you are no match for 
Greg. The two of us could strip you naked and toss you 
out of the house. Do not provoke Greg or take my game 
lightly. I won't let you ruin it. I'll ruin you, first. 
I'll trash this marriage, sully your reputation, 
humiliate you beyond measure, but you will not fuck 
this up without paying a heavy price. Every faculty 
member could know of our affair. Every faculty member 
could see it. Would you like to live with that?"

"All right, Annette, I don't need your threats."

"I'm sorry, Bill, but I had to get through to you that 
this is no game and you are playing this game we are no 
longer playing. Greg wants you at the dance - taking 
notes. I wish it weren't this way, but Greg leads and I 
follow his lead."

Bill pushed her arm off his shoulder and stood to pace, 
not hard this time, and not venting, just pacing and 
thinking hard. When he stopped thinking hard, he said, 
"I'm not sure I want to remain in this marriage under 
these conditions. I'm not sure I can endure this type 
of humiliation. Perhaps with someone other than a 
fellow faculty member I could, but not one in my 
department, nor one I detest. You should ask me to cut 
off my balls. I would find that easier to deal with."

"I would never want you to cut anything off. That would 
do me no good when this is over, and it will be over 
some day. Then, it'll be me and you, same as before, 
only hopefully better for both of us. Perhaps this will 
help you decide and show you where I stand on your 
decision."

He watched his lovely wife, stand, lift her dress, 
turn, kneel on the bed, lay her head and chest to the 
mattress and expose her ass along with a message 
carefully scribed in big red letters: YOU MAY FUCK MY 
ASS. 

Bill saw a sight he never thought he'd see - Annette's 
bare ass and her bare ass hole, in good light, KY-
Jellied and receptive looking as though ready to take 
him to the balls in one mighty shove. He gazed upon a 
sight that made his dick quickly rise. Not only was her 
ass prepared, but her pussy had shaved lips. On 
Annette, this was an awesome sight, also jellied and 
receptive looking, also looking as though it had 
recently received something quite large. Upon closer 
examination, it wasn't KY Jelly.

As he examined the gooey stuff on his fingers, she 
said, "Is this the type of wife you'd like me to be, 
Bill? Am I doing this right? I want you to know I find 
this utterly degrading and thoroughly humiliating, but 
I know this is what you like from a desperate coed who 
is falling behind in her work. I assume, you also want 
this from a wife who has proven herself to be an 
unfaithful slut. By the way, that is fresh semen, 
Greg's semen."

"Did he write this on your ass?"

"Yes, hence the terms may and my. I would have written, 
'You have permission to fuck Greg's ass' if I could 
have written it there."

Bill got his throbbing dick out and pressed the head to 
her anal hole. She said, "Before you stick it in, there 
is something else I need to tell you but was saving for 
a time when you'd be in a better mood to hear it. You 
feel like you're in a good mood. Better yet, go ahead 
and put it all in, but hold it there. Grip me tight. 
When you hear what I have to say, you can shove me away 
or fuck the shit out of me, but hear me out before you 
fuck the shit out of me. Shove me away at any time. I 
would rather not finish if it will put you in a bad 
mood even with your cock up my ass."

Bill didn't like the sound of that, but did like the 
thought of having his dick up her ass. He did that. She 
was as good as any coed he'd ever been balls-deep in. 
He then gripped her by the hips and waited with no 
intention of shoving her away. Whatever it was, his 
outrage could wait.

Annette said, "All set?"

"Yes, I'm all set."

"Does my asshole feel good?"

"Feels great."

"Do you want to fuck my ass real bad?"

"Oh yes."

"You've waited a long time to have me like this. Was it 
worth the wait?"

"We'll see, now get on with it so I can fuck the shit 
out of your sexy ass, you unfaithful slut."

"I am, Bill, I am such an unfaithful slut. You have no 
idea what a slut I am. I will never shy away from that 
label, never."

"Damn right, you won't. I'm thinking of getting you a 
necklace with that label on it and having you wear that 
always."

"I'd wear it in clothes that are appropriate to the 
necklace."

"I'm sure you would, but you get enough male attention 
dressed as a decent mother and faithful wife. I won't 
help you advertise, though I'm sure you'd love that."

"I meant I would let you humiliate me that way. 
Furthermore, I'll kneel and suck your cock with the 
scent of failing student on it without making a 
disagreeable face, even if it's still wet or smelling 
shitty."

"Whatever you've done, Annette, I'm thinking it may be 
worth it."

"I want you to think so."

"It worked, now tell me because I've got to fuck you. 
No way am I pushing you away. This grip will not ease 
until you're all finished, and then I'm going to fuck 
Greg's ass."

"At least you know whose ass you have your dick in."

"Yes, I got that message. I accept that message. This 
is Greg's ass for the duration. This will keep me in 
line even if ass is all I get. This ass is worth it."

"Thank you, Bill, thank you so much. I am considering 
this whole affair to be a gift from you to me. May I do 
that?"

"Yes, Annette, this is my gift. You're right, I've been 
a lousy lover. You deserve much better. Maybe I will 
learn something. I'll try to keep the proper attitude 
while studying under the master. Now, will you tell me 
what it is that has you willing to offer me the world 
to keep from strangling you after you went and got 
yourself knocked up and passed that off as an 
incidental event, as though a man stained your wedding 
dress with semen while you were slow dancing at the 
reception."

"I didn't pass it off that lightly, Bill, and I bore 
all the responsibility. A better analogy is taking my 
wedding dress off at the reception and using it to wipe 
my cunt after my lover fucked it in front of God and 
everybody while the groom was out looking for a keg of 
beer. I forgot to tell you he put my wedding ring up my 
ass and then ram-rodded it up my colon, and I was in 
this position. 

"He told me what his intentions were and asked for the 
ring while Arnold Walcoff prepared to shoot a video of 
the event, getting the lighting just right. I took my 
wedding ring off and handed it back to him, then 
gripped the bedding. The next day had me digging 
through shit in the toilet. Every time he sees me 
wearing my wedding ring, it goes right back up my ass. 
That's pretty much where I wear it, now. Haven't you 
noticed?"

"No, I haven't."

"That doesn't surprise me. I suppose you don't feel 
anything that doesn't feel like shit, either."

"No."

"Well, that doesn't surprise me, either. He usually 
sets it deep.

I suppose you haven't noticed my shaved pussy, either."

"Just now."

"It's been that way for almost a month."

"Your lips have been shaved that long?"

"The whole thing has been bald for that long, Bill. 
Christ! I thought for sure you knew and just didn't 
give a fuck."

"I give a fuck. I wish I'd known. I would have asked a 
few questions."

"Yes, and we'd have had this talk sooner with the same 
results only I wouldn't be sweating strangulation."

"You mean wiping your cunt with your wedding dress 
wasn't it?"

"No, just a better analogy, don't you think?"

"Yes, a perfect analogy. It's also a good place for 
your wedding ring. I finally find something I approve 
of whole-heatedly."

"I was hoping you might. He certainly likes doing 
that."

"Okay, Annette, out with it."

Annette took a deep breath then said, "He has the kids 
playing, too. He wants this all out in the open. 
They've seen everything. They've even seen me wipe my 
cunt with my wedding dress. They get a big kick out of 
that but a bigger kick watching me try to get it back. 
They love to see me panic when one reaches for the 
flush handle."

"Oh fuck, Annette."

"That's not the half of it. They don't just watch. He 
is now having sex with Sandra - vaginal, anal, and oral 
- unprotected sex. He wants it to remain unprotected 
unless she asks for protection. I agreed to allow it 
and so far she has said nothing."

"Annette, she's thirteen-years-old."

"I know how old she is. I was there on the day she was 
born. She's almost fourteen, and this was her decision. 
No one held her down. She saw something she liked and 
wanted on it. She had an easier time taking Greg than I 
did. She was not a virgin in any hole."

"Sandy!"

"Yes, Sandy. You can't blame Greg one bit for Sandy. 
The poor man is completely innocent, but she isn't. The 
girl is a slut, Bill, and came to our bed a slut. John 
and Marty like watching Mom and Sis get nasty together, 
and Greg likes watching Mom and daughter get nasty 
together. Sandy likes everything, evidently. She sure 
loves shaving a pussy, but then so do John and Marty. 
They all take their turn. Actually, if you had asked me 
if I shaved my pussy I could have honestly said, no, I 
never have shaved my pussy though I have had my pussy 
shaved a hundred times at least. They get to decide 
when Mommy's pussy needs shaving and whose turn it is. 
I have to allow them to examine me at their discretion, 
and I get ten examinations to every shave."

"Holy shit!"

"They love playing this game, Bill. They know it's a 
game, Mom's great sexual adventure. This started 
innocently with Greg wanting our affair to be out in 
the open with regards to the kids. He wanted to take 
them on dates, do things as a family - The Dean's wife, 
her lover, and the kids. I found the idea terribly 
wicked and erotic. That also solved a big problem with 
us getting together. 

"You're never home and you always call to see if you 
need to pick anything up on the way home. Having the 
kids watch us making love turned him on. I knew they 
found my body fascinating and would love to see his 
mega dick. What kid wouldn't want to watch two adults 
fucking. I sat them all down and explained everything 
before we brought them in on anything. I offered them a 
chance to play and they leapt at it."

"I can see them doing that. I can see Greg wanting 
that."

"They leapt, and they thoroughly enjoyed every nasty 
naughty second, but they live in fear of the day it 
will end, and you never saw three kids kiss a man's ass 
like our three do for Greg. Your daughter is a whore 
for that man and the only birth control she's 
interested in using is her cute, cum-sucking asshole to 
lure his cock out of her tight pussy. When she can see 
she is losing that battle, she switches gears and uses 
her pussy to suck his dick. 

"You never saw a pussy suck a dick before. I have. If 
she gets pregnant, it's her own fault. I won't feel 
sorry for her. In fact, I love watching her pussy suck 
cock. I can get her pussy to suck cock by playing with 
her clit. The conniving little bitch got me pregnant 
that way. Like the kids say, pay back's a mother. If 
she gets pregnant, you can hold me responsible, and I 
see that you are still holding me tight. Well, that's 
it, Bill. What do you want to do - hold me responsible, 
or hold me tight and fuck the shit out of me?"

Bill fucked the shit out of her, but as usual, he 
fucked the shit out of her too quick. This time, way 
too quickly - under one minute. He then soaked in 
shitty cum for another three with no words being 
spoken. He finally said, "This is degenerate, illegal 
as hell and degenerate."

"Greg is aware of that, too. He has no desire to let 
any of this shit get out. Mum's the word. This 
degenerate shit will never get out from under our roof. 
The kids understand the consequences. This is one of 
those dances I never thought I'd do, but one I can't 
seem to stop, and the kids are the reason. They are 
keeping me on the dance floor, Bill. 

"I think this would have been over a month ago, before 
I got pregnant, but your daughter would have none of 
that. She keeps Greg coming back. They all do. They'll 
do anything to get him to come back, to include 
knocking me up. They think the blackmail is real. They 
whisper shit into his ear and he blackmails me into 
doing it. That's how they get what they want - 
blackmail, only they do it through him."

"This is some romantic game you're playing, Annette."

"It was until the kids got involved, but in all 
honesty, they made it better, different but better. 
This is raw, unadulterated, nasty sex, now, something 
more up your alley. I have fought hard not to involve 
you, but they want you involved. Their ideas make Greg 
grin and they make me shudder. 

"It's not me and Greg doing this to you, it's your 
kids. Greg didn't write this, the kids wrote it. They 
gave him the idea behind my back. He gave the order and 
made them write this shit on my ass - in this position. 
They all act like they hate to do it and they are 
totally innocent, but you see how much time and detail 
they devoted to the lettering. He only told them to 
write the message, not make it large, bold, and fancy."

"This must have taken them an hour."

"Almost. They all worked at it together, keeping me in 
the most humiliating position a mother could be in, not 
to mention immediately following sexual intercourse 
without a rubber."

"Did you give them any static?" 

"No, I never do, and Greg wasn't here. He doesn't have 
to be. I turn myself over to them. They do whatever 
they have been ordered to do, but they do it their way 
and always take their sweet time. The shaves and the 
exams are no different, usually naked on my back with 
my legs held out in the splits. They love playing with 
my pussy, so that is now an order, to play with my 
pussy whenever any of them feels the urge to play with 
it. 

"The exams aren't exams, just excuses to get me in a 
good position to play with my pussy - drives me up a 
fucking wall. They love to bring me to the edge and 
then lose interest. Keeps me horny and eager to undergo 
more exams. They keep me horny for Greg. When he 
arrives, he finds a slut. They love watching their Mom 
act the slut. They are quite transparent but they don't 
seem to realize that. They have no idea that Greg tells 
me everything or that I share everything with him. They 
don't know we get together without them, or ever have a 
chance to talk without at least one being present. 
Bill, your dick seems to be getting hard again."

"It is. You're right. This is right up my alley."

"Is this a game you could get into?"

"I'm into this game up to the balls."

"Ummm, yes, it sure feels that way. You know, Bill, 
your daughter is starting to fall behind in her school 
work. She needs to be taken in hand. You should help 
her the way you help inspire your errant coeds."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"She lets John, Marty, and Bruno fuck her in the ass, 
why not her daddy?"

"She lets the damn dog fuck her in the ass!"

"That was one of those things meant to show me that 
Greg can do with her as he pleases and I have to watch 
and take it. That was a very poor acting job of bestial 
anal rape with her brothers holding her for it. That 
certainly wasn't her first or their first time serving 
as Bruno assistants. That girl can catch a bobbing dog 
dick with her anus nine out of ten times, and when she 
fails, her pussy can suck a dog dick just as well as a 
human dick. That girl is quite the little whore and 
very anal. Have yourself a ball if you don't mind 
sloppy seconds after the dog."

"Hell, Annette, I got that mutt for you fully hoping 
for sloppy seconds. I never dreamed he'd mount Sandy."

"I'm was well aware why you bought him and made him an 
inside mutt. I'm not stupid, and you can be as 
transparent as your kids."

"Did you ever kneel for him?"

"No, but Sandy has practically turned me into Bruno's 
bitch."

"Do you like it?"

"Well, the anal and vaginal sex isn't bad, but getting 
fucked in the mouth by a mutt was ten degrees into my 
humiliation and disgust red zone. They had to breed me 
three times a day - once in the pussy, once in the ass, 
and once in the mouth. They hated having to do that to 
me, absolutely hated it - BULL SHIT. Mating Mommy was 
the major events of their day, and the mating they most 
enjoyed was the mating that made me sick. Three days 
ago, Greg gave the order: The bitch is only to be mated 
in the mouth."

"Damn! Three times a day in the mouth?"

"In the throat, Bill, in the fucking throat. I'm not 
talking blow jobs. I'm talking about getting fucked in 
the mouth. They have to pull him out every thirty 
seconds to allow me to breathe. The fucker cums in my 
belly while humping my face. My mouth is a bitch pussy. 
After he cums, I'm supposed to hold his dick in my 
mouth until the knot goes down - sometimes fifteen 
minutes with my lips sealed around the shaft. That is 
to imitate a bitch pussy. Our kids love seeing their 
mother with a dog's dick in her mouth. Our damn dog 
loves having his dick in my mouth."

"Are we having fun, yet?"

"Fuck you! Actually, yes, we are. The kids enjoy it so 
much that the fun is contagious. I'm getting used to it 
and quite good at it. Throat fucking has helped 
tremendously with my deep-throat blow jobs. I can now 
take Greg to the balls. He has a measured eleven-inch 
cock, you know."

"I know. I hear he can line nine quarters along his 
cock."

"It's true. We did that with room for a dime. He has a 
$2.35 cock. John has a ninety cent dick and Marty's is 
a sixty cent dick. I guessed you were packing a $1.25 
maybe a $1.50. Sandy was interested."

"What is Bruno packing?"

"Hard to tell with that big knot, but we can get eight 
quarters to lie in front of it and three behind it. 
Allowing a dollar for that knot, I'd say that mutt was 
packing a $3.75 pecker."

"Fuck! Can anyone take a $3.75 pecker?"

"We both do in both holes, but the trick is to get him 
in past the knot before it forms. There's no getting it 
in after, and there's no mouth fucking a Bruno dick 
that doesn't have a fully formed knot. If that knot 
were to form inside the mouth, you could kiss your ass 
good-bye. I understand we almost lost our daughter that 
way. They say she turned blue and was dragged half 
conscious through the house while the boys beat the dog 
senseless. That's what your gift almost did."

"I had no idea my little girl would try to suck it, or 
that something like that could happen. Hell, I've never 
seen his knot."

"Well, that experience has spared me from having to 
learn the hard way."

"Annette, you said Sandy got you pregnant. Would you 
expound on that."

"That would be a good thing to expound on. If you like 
degenerate shit, that will get you humping and 
pumping."

"You like ass fucking, do you?"

"I do, now that I wear my wedding ring up there. Okay, 
you want to know how an innocent girl can get her Mommy 
pregnant. I'll tell you exactly how it's done. First, 
some setup. We were three weeks into the game and one 
week into the version with kids along. They had been 
out on a few outings, saw a lot of passionate making 
out, and witnessed sex maybe five or six times. 

"They weren't involved, just along to observe; in fact, 
they had strict instructions to just watch - no 
talking, no touching, no questions, be like ghosts. 
They were good ghosts which surprised me. There were 
many times I would forget they were there though they 
gathered on the bed on either side of us. They wanted 
to see it all, up-close and personal, especially the 
cock/cunt connection, so they had to be very good 
ghosts for me to forget them.

"Greg and I talked openly during sex, and the sex was 
more love making, nothing really vulgar, lots of 
holding and kissing. They saw oral and vaginal, but no 
anal, and didn't get to see much of our genitals while 
we made love. As we grew more comfortable with three 
ghosts looking on, we began making love in better 
positions that revealed more of what they wanted to 
see, the all important mega cock moving in Mommy's 
cunt. 

"That never bothered Greg, but it bothered me a great 
deal. If they could see that, I could not put them out 
of my mind. They stared hard and came in too close, 
crowding my personal space at a very personal time. I'm 
not saying this didn't turn me on. It did very much, 
though the purpose was to share something natural, 
beautiful, and terribly intimate. I convinced myself 
that this was sex education taken to its extreme, but 
something good, but it was not my purpose or intent to 
put on vulgar sexual exhibitions for them.

"Like everything else, it started innocent and good and 
degenerated from there. We'd start off making love and 
end up fucking, rutting in front of the kids. I finally 
consented to go all out and allow them to see ass 
fucking the way he liked to fuck a woman's ass - in 
this position, knees wide, chest and head on the 
mattress, butt up, cheeks pulled apart, the works. I 
died a thousand deaths but knew it would come to that, 
so I just did it and got that behind us."

Bill said, "With the ring?"

"No, not the first time. The first time was just to 
break that anal barrier and reduce me to a writhing 
slut. After that, there was little or no lovemaking, 
mostly rutting, highlighting the cunt/cock connection 
for them. It's about our sixth time and our third rut. 
Greg and I had discussed my upcoming fertility cycle 
and what to do about it. Neither of us wanted a 
pregnancy to result and we didn't want rubbers brought 
into play, so we agreed on pulling out or depositing 
the seed in a safe hole. 

"Good plan, so when next fucked, I brought the subject 
up in front of the kids, making it look like the 
subject just came up. I was on my back. He was on his 
knees fucking my wide beaver. He said he'd cum in my 
ass and that's what he did. When he was ready to cum, 
he just dropped down one hole. The kids were obviously 
disappointed to find that he was a man of his word. I 
didn't expect that. He didn't either, but no one was as 
disappointed as Sandy.

"When I went off to the bathroom, she slugged him and 
said he was a dummy. He could have cum in me and 
claimed it was an accident. He said he was sorry, but 
he couldn't have that kind of accident.

She said, 'suppose I could make her want you to cum in 
her pussy? Would you do it?' He said he would. Well, he 
sees me at the university the following morning and 
tells me of this conversation. He wants to know how to 
handle this. I thought about it and told him that if 
she can make me want it, go ahead.

"I had no idea what she had in mind besides lobbying 
hard for a baby brother or sister. That had no chance 
of flying. I wasn't worried, so that night, we're in 
that same position. Sandy is at her usual place at my 
right hip, over-looking the scene of his big cock 
taking long strokes. I'm lying there with my legs wide, 
rolling with the motion. We're building up a head of 
steam and she still hasn't said shit. I figured she 
abandoned that idea as being a waste of breath, but 
just as we're getting to the point where we need to 
switch holes, her hand slides in and onto my mound and 
begins toying with the curls that I still had at that 
time. 

"That was a no no. Ghosts can't touch, but her touching 
me there kept my mouth shut and made my pelvic action 
better, which encouraged her to venture a finger into 
the groove and onto my clit. That did it. From that 
point, he wasn't fucking me; I was fucking him. In 
fact, he stopped fucking altogether and watched with 
his hands on his hips.

"Sandy then got serious, got to her knees, and brought 
both hands into play. She had me fucking myself on the 
full length of his cock. When he announced that he was 
about to cum, her fingers went at my clit in a flurry 
while the other hand gripped a handful of pubic hair 
and dragged my cunt to his groin. She dragged, but I 
wasn't trying to get away. Just the opposite. My pussy 
smashed her clit-rubbing hand against his groin. She 
kept right on rubbing while he pumped me full of cum. 
She rubbed me through a fantastic orgasm, then massaged 
me down from it, still gripping my pubic hair. 

"There was no dashing to the bathroom to wash it out. 
She kept me on his cock with a wonderful pussy massage 
that begged an explanation but I asked for none. I just 
laid there holding myself up with my legs out in the 
splits, offering my stuffed pussy for her expert 
massage - two handed after she saw that she didn't need 
to hold me by the hair. She massaged him and me, got 
her hands all wet doing it, but she kept him hard and 
me plugged, soaking in potent sperm, determined that we 
were going to make a baby whether we liked it or not. 
She got us fucking again and her hands remained on us 
the whole time. In fact, she jacked his second load 
into me then kept us joined for an hour after that. 
That's how a daughter knocks up her Mommy."

"Fuck. Did you say anything to her later on?"

"No, and the next time we fucked, she took control of 
our genitals before we were even connected. She decided 
when the time was right. She held the cock, aimed it at 
the hole, then lured me onto it by working my clit. 
From then on, she kept us connected. She kept control. 
She handled all the fucking throughout my fertile 
period, but she did it by working on Greg to use 
blackmail to force my compliance. The second time we 
met, she had orders to get me pregnant. The silly bitch 
had the nerve to act like she didn't want to do that. I 
think it was the following day that she received a 
phone call to shave my pussy, a phone call she placed. 
She handed me the phone and then looked innocent. Greg 
asked my how I wanted to handle that."

Bill said, "How did you want to handle that? I've been 
trying to get you to shave since the day we met."

"I was on the spot. I didn't want you finding out. Me 
with a bald pussy was as good as an admission of having 
a lover who liked his pussy without hair, but if I 
balked, the game was over. His blackmail couldn't make 
me do anything. She was standing right there watching 
me. I was in no way ready to stop, so I made a decision 
and told Greg that I would allow her to shave my pussy, 
but this was as far as I'd go. 

"Of course, I also said that when he demanded I let him 
fuck my ass, and said it again when he ordered me to 
cooperate with Sandy in getting pregnant. I always say 
that, then take another step and say it again. Anyway, 
we have been stepping down a degenerate spiral 
staircase ever since with the kids leading the way down 
and Sandy out in front. They now have complete control 
over me. Whatever they want, they get. They want it 
all."

"And now they want me."

"They want us. I see that story put you in a good mood. 
Well, are you going to just stand there like a dog that 
just finished fucking a girl in the ass and can't get 
out until his knot goes down?"

He didn't, and this time he lasted much longer - ten 
full minutes. With the help of her finger, she managed 
to get off. Bill didn't soak this time. He pulled out 
and went to wash his dick. Annette sat on the toilet 
and drained. She wiped, but brought a towel with her 
back to the bed. She sat on the towel. He took a seat 
beside her. She said, "You've cum twice. You must be 
thinking with a clear head right now. You now have a 
clear picture. What do you think of the Dean's wife?"

"I was just thinking about that. Were you trying to get 
my goat when you told me you sucked off every man in 
the department?"

"No, but I was trying to be cute with that knee pads 
and lobster bib thing. I don't really wear them. I know 
you find this upsetting, Bill, but Greg knows you can't 
run a department with this being common knowledge. He 
and Larry are in agreement, but they also want to keep 
using, humiliating, and degrading the Dean's wife 
behind his back. They have already done that. What's 
done can't be undone. I cooperated fully and completely 
at a time when I would have done anything to please 
Greg - Greg and Larry - mostly Greg. 

"I was taken to the others individually along with Greg 
and Larry. We met in their private offices where I was 
put through my paces, stripped naked, fucked, wiped my 
cunt with my wedding dress, the works. I sucked off all 
three as a grand finale, usually while masturbating or 
fucking myself with something. The Dean's wife is 
totally ruined. She is an unfaithful slut and eager 
cock sucker. Everyone knows it, even secretaries, 
student assistants, and some wives I would imagine. 
They all look at me like they know."

"I see."

"That's all? I see? What do you see?"

"Nothing. My best course of action is to see nothing. 
They're right. I could not run a department if this 
were common knowledge that I was aware of and permitted 
to go on. I'm surprised Greg and Larry give a fuck. 
Larry could have my chair."

"You may not believe this, but they respect you, and 
Larry likes his own chair - no pressure - decent hours 
- more pussy. The whole department wants you right 
where you are, happy and ignorant. Evidently, you are a 
great Dean to profess under."

"I try to be. I'm curious, though. Why are you telling 
me? You could have left that out."

"Not in all fairness. I resolved to lay it all out for 
you when I had to come clean. That was a big part. I 
feel badly about my part in that part. You have good 
grounds for divorce because of that part. The bad part 
about this part is that this part won't end when Greg 
and I part. I will still be viewed as an unfaithful 
slut who will gladly kneel and suck cock. 

"I see no reason why any man in that department 
wouldn't take me by the hand and lead me into his 
office, there to strip me naked and fuck me like a 
slut, or strip me naked to kneel and suck cock, but 
they all like stripping me naked. I'm sure some will 
strip me naked and just sit back and watch me 
masturbate while lying back on a desk in a splits-wide 
beaver. That was terribly popular, too."

"The question is, will you go and allow yourself to be 
used that way?"

"Yes. I already have a number of times with each."

"You're fucking them?"

"Not yet. I am the Dean's wife but I am Greg's woman. 
He doesn't share those holes with other men, but when 
he sets me free, those holes are up for grabs."

"So, anyone in the department can fuck you?"

"I made them all that offer, yes. I can't very well say 
I changed my mind without saying you changed it. I told 
them I was an unfaithful slut that loved to suck and 
fuck, then proved it. How do I take it back without 
them looking at you or Jesus?"

"It's that bad, huh?"

"Yes, it's that bad. Larry and Greg wanted to make sure 
this stuck, and couldn't be unstuck without me going to 
you, having you call a department meeting, and telling 
everyone to stop taking the Dean's wife to your 
offices. That would stop it, but I'm sure they are 
counting on me not telling you or you not having the 
balls to call a meeting."

"You could just stay away from the department."

"The department is my social life while the kids are in 
school. Since this started, I'm there almost as much as 
you are. I help out. I run errands. I answer phones. 
Put on slutty exhibitions. How will it look if I 
suddenly stop coming down there and hanging around? 
Besides, I don't want to stop. Your department is my 
social life. I am the Dean's wife. I have a role. For 
one, I free you to do Dean stuff."

"What you're saying is, you want to be the department 
slut."

"I already am. What I'm saying is, I don't want to stop 
as long as I am still the Dean's wife. I guess what I'm 
saying is, you have three choices: accept this, call a 
meeting and end this, or divorce me and bar me from the 
building. There is one thing else I'm saying. I want to 
turn our home sex life over to Sandy. That's what she's 
after - total control of all the sex that goes on in 
this house. 

"She is dead set and determined to control all of it. 
She is a sexual control freak, but she'll do a much 
better job than we ever did. Sex will never be boring. 
There will never be a day without a few fantastic 
orgasms. That girl can play my body like a musical 
instrument, and she'll do the same with your body. 
She'll have you singing through your penis."

"She's that good, is she?"

"Greg raves about her. She has John and Marty wrapped 
around her little finger, and Bruno thinks she is some 
sort of bitch goddess. I see why. She makes me wish I 
had a dick. When I stick my tongue up her pussy, she 
sucks it. I'm not shitting you. Her pussy can suck. Her 
pussy can smoke a cigarette and drink a thick milk 
shake through a small straw. That girl is not normal, 
but her heart is in the right place and sex is for fun. 
We'll have fun if we just say, 'Fuck it; it's all 
yours, Sandy.'"

"Is that what you've done?"

"Since the day she placed her hand on my pubic mound, I 
have. Until recently, it has all been under the pretext 
of blackmail, but lately, she initiates acts that 
aren't in the script. She is testing her limits and 
finding out she has none and doesn't need Greg."

"Hummm, sounds interesting. Actually, the whole thing 
sounds interesting. I always wanted a slut, a blue 
collar slut who fucks mutts. I never considered an 
academic slut who sucks mutts."

"Opens up a whole new ball game, doesn't it?"

"Opens up a world of possibilities I never dreamed of."

"I would have thought you had, but I sure never did. My 
eyes are wide open, now. Sandy will keep my legs open. 
I like them open."

"I like them open. Well, shit Annette. Let's go for it. 
Like you say, the Dean's wife is ruined. No use in 
crying over spilled cum."

"Or a wedding ring that you can't see for shit."

"Yeah, gotta keep that ring in deep shit."

"Gotta."

They kissed and began their marriage anew. 

   The End

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