Connie didn't allow Tabatha to pick out her own clothes for that evening. Connie searched through the closet until she found some things that suited her.
"Here," Connie said. "Put these on. They ought to pop his eyes out."
"But there's not very much of it," Tabatha protested.
"That's the whole idea," Connie said.
The outfit consisted of a green skirt that barely reached Tabatha's thighs. The dress was low cut and very tight around her tits so that they were pushed up. It looked as if any moment her creamy tits were going to break loose of the tight confinement.
"I'm indecent!" Tabatha said, looking at herself in the mirror.
"No more indecent than this afternoon," Connie said. "And this is for your husband."
"He's never seen me like this."
"Then it's time he did," Connie replied.
Connie had other ideas in mind for that evening. She told Tabatha that she was going to be left on her own. She and Beverly were going to leave.
After they made their father a nice supper.
"Take a nice hot shower," Connie said as she started downstairs and to the kitchen. "And put on some sexy perfume. We want this to be a night he remembers for a long time."
Tabatha was having mixed feelings. After all, he was her husband, so there was nothing wrong in what she was doing. But there was nothing really exciting about it either. Her husband had always seemed such a blah person. He was dull, not at all like Danny.
Danny. She kept thinking about him and about the way she'd acted. She'd never been so turned on by a man before. She'd never acted so wanton.
Not even when she'd been in high school and all the boys were constantly chasing after her.
She had been no virgin when she'd married, but it had always been her who decided who she was going to fuck and when. A boy had never gotten her so turned on that she forgot herself.
No boy ever had until Danny Bridges.
She took a long, hot shower and put the perfume on. She dressed in the skirt that Connie had picked out. Tabatha had bought the dress on an impulse, but she'd never worn it before.
She studied herself in the mirror. She looked positively indecent in the dress. She knew it would turn her poor husband on almost beyond his endurance. She resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to do as Connie told her.
She would make it a really memorial occasion for her husband, but she wasn't going to enjoy it very much.
She went downstairs to find Connie and Beverly busy in the kitchen. She could smell the onions that Beverly was cooking. Connie was chopping up some steak.
She found that they had already set the table. Her favorite linen tablecloth and candlesticks were in view. Along with the best silver.
Beverly popped some potatoes into the oven.
"Do you want my help?" Tabatha asked.
"No," Connie said. "We don't want you to get tired or sweaty. We want you to feel good for tonight."
"Then what'll I do?"
"Just find yourself a place to sit. We'll take care of everything."
The girls really were intent on making an event out of it. They had finished their preparations for the meal and now they started on the house. They wanted everything to be perfect. Beverly brought in some flowers from somewhere and Tabatha thought why they had planned it all along. Right down to the last detail.
Connie put on some mood music and turned on the intercom. The soft strains floated gently through the house.
"There," Connie told Tabatha. "Everything's ready and perfect."
"I don't know why you're going to all this trouble," Tabatha said. "Raymond and I have made love many times."
"Made love!" Connie spat out the words sarcastically. "That's the problem. You and father have made love. What you should have been doing to him was fucking. You should have been fucking him. Just like you fucked Danny."
Tabatha didn't protest because she knew there was truth in what Connie said. She had fucked Danny.
She had allowed him to fuck her in a way that she'd never been fucked before and she had enjoyed every moment of it. It had been really wonderful. She had never been fucked like that by Raymond. He was gentle with her when he needed to be hard and furious.
"Yes," Tabatha said, "I see what you mean."
"But tonight that changes," Connie said. "Tonight you're going to make a real man out of him. Tonight you're going to take him to heaven. Tonight you're going to be his love slave."
Love Slave. Tabatha said the words over in her mind and found that she was excited. It brought to mind pictures of nubile slave girls dancing to their masters wishes.
She realized, for the first time in her life, that a demanding man was what she really needed.
"Well," Connie said, looking at her watch. "Sissy and I are going out. Now you do a good job. We won't be back to intrude."
Tabatha went with her daughters to the front door. She wanted to ask them what time they'd be back, but she realized that it was a question they wouldn't answer. She no longer had control over them.
"Do a good job," Connie said, kissing her mother on the cheek. "Do a good job and you'll like it too."
Tabatha watched as her two daughters walked to Connie's car. She watched as the car pulled out of the driveway and started toward town. Finally she turned her eyes to the direction her husband would be coming in.
She saw his car almost immediately.
She wondered what he would say or do when he saw her outfit. He had tried to get her to wear the dress before, but she kept refusing. She knew that he would be excited by all her bare flesh. He had always been excited by her body.
He drove his car into the driveway and parked it. He got out looking tired. He worked as an accountant for a construction company and sometimes he'd get out and do manual work. This looked like one of those days.
He brightened up when he saw her dress. His eyes immediately fell to where her creamy white tits were trying to force their way out of her top.
"Jesus, honey!" he said. "You sure look good tonight."
"Do I?"
"You sure do."
He took her in his arms and kissed her. She didn't try to fight as she usually did when he kissed her in public. She let his hard lips mash against her own for as long as he liked.
He pressed his body against hers and she could feel his hardening prick pushing against her cunt-mound.
"Let's go inside," he said.
He looked pleasantly surprised when he came into the kitchen and saw the table.
"I made a little supper for you," Tabatha said.
"I can see that," he murmured. "My favorite. Meat and potatoes."
Tabatha wasn't hungry, but she ate most of her meal. She tried to do her best to anticipate his every desire. When he would reach for something, she would quickly hand it to him. She quickly poured his tea when his glass was empty.
"Well," he said, patting his stomach. "That was really good."
"Come upstairs," she said. "I have another surprise for you."
Tabatha hardly knew what she was saying. She only knew that acting as a slave girl to her husband was exciting her. Besides, she wasn't a liar. She had agreed to Connie's demands that she make this a night for Raymond to remember, and she had every intention of doing just that.
She turned on him as soon as she had him upstairs. She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him. She loved the surprised expression on his face as she fumbled at his zipper. She had it down in a moment and she reached inside for his prick.
He was still surprised so he wasn't completely hard yet. She put his cock between her lips.
"My God, Tabatha!" he said softly. "What are you doing? You've never done this before!"
His prick was slowly growing stiff. Then it became a pulsating rod in her mouth. He was even more excited than usual, and she could already taste a little of his cum on the tip of his prick.
She sucked him deep into her throat.
"You're going to make me cum!" he warned. "You're going to make me shoot off in your mouth!"
She had never before taken her husband's cum in her mouth, but now she was determined to take it. She was becoming more and more excited. She kept thinking about Danny Bridges and how she had wanted to taste his cum. Now there was nobody around to stop her from tasting her husband's.
"No, baby!" he said, pushing her back. "I'm going to come!"
"Good," she said. "That'll take the edge off."
She took his cock into her mouth once again. This time he couldn't wait. His hard prick exploded great gobs of white jizz into her throat. At first she couldn't swallow quickly enough and the white seed came out the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her dress. But then she got the hang of it and she began swallowing quickly. She drained the last drop from his prick and released him.
"God!" he said. "You've never done that before. That was great, Tabatha. Just great."
"And it's just beginning," she said. "Come on into the bathroom with me and let me clean you. You're all hot and sweaty."
She led him into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and worked the faucets until she had the spray pleasantly warm.
He was starting to take off his shirt when she stopped him.
"No," she said. "Let me do it all."
She undid the buttons of his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Then she stripped off his undershirt to bare his chest. She sucked one of his nipples. She moved lower and kissed his flat stomach and tongued his navel.
His limp prick was still hanging outside his trousers, and she was careful not to hurt him when she pulled his trousers off.
"Now step into the shower," she said.
He stepped into the shower and she took the soap. She began, to soap him all over. She was aware that her thin green dress was getting soaked and he could see that she was wearing nothing underneath. She knew that the wet dress was making her look more sexier than if she had nothing on.
She continued soaping him. She soaped his cock and balls and felt him beginning to get rigid again. She was getting turned on as she washed him. There was something about serving him that was turning her on.
She felt a warm heat between her thighs.
Suddenly he was pulling her into the shower with him. She started to protest, but she felt his hands come around and cup her asscheeks. She could feel his hard cock pushing between her thighs.
"Goddamn!" he muttered. "I've always wanted to fuck you in the shower."
She was pushed against the hard walls of the shower and he lifted her a little. He brought her cunt down hard on his cock. His cock went in easily, lubricated by her own juices.
"Goddamn!" he said. "Goddamn, this feels good!"
She began to bounce up and down on his cock. Her nipples were rock-hard and he began to tern them between his fingers. He had taken control. He was fucking her as he never had before. Treating her like the whore that she always wanted to be.
She raised her legs and found herself held strongly in his arms.
"Oh yes, baby!" she moaned. "Fuck me good! Fuck me real good!"
She had already taken the edge off his cock with her mouth so now he was able to fuck her for a long while. She felt her first brutal climax coming. "Oh shit!" she moaned. "Oh shit, fuck me! Your prick feels so good, baby! So Goddamned good!"
She exploded. Her hot juices enveloped his cock and still he kept fucking her. She realized that he was not going to come, that he was going to make her come again. She cried and begged him to come, but he kept driving his hot cock in.
She hadn't thought that it was possible for her to come again, but she felt his strong hands on her titties and he whispered dirty words into her ear. "You whore," he said. "You bitch! You've always liked a prick. You've always had a hot pussy. Your fucking hot pussy needs a prick."
His words and the rhythm of his fucking drove her to the heights again. She felt her ass being rubbed raw against the hard shower wall.
But she didn't care about her ass. She began to thrash wildly as she felt her second climax coming.
"Oh dear God!" she screamed. "It's never been like this. Oh shit! Oh shit, I can feel you growing! I can feel you coming inside me! Oh fuck, come! Oh come! Oh come!"
They both came at the same time and she knew she had tears in her eyes at the pleasure of it.
He pushed her away.
"On your knees," he demanded.
There was no longer any pretending. Now she really was his slave girl. Her act had given him confidence and now he no longer needed confidence. He knew what he could do to her.
"On your knees," he said again. "Clean me off."
Obediently she fell to her knees. The water ran down her cheeks and her dress was ruined, but she cared about nothing but cleaning his limp cock. She cleaned him with her tongue and even put her tongue into his ass and cleaned his crack.
He pushed her away.
"Come on into the bedroom," he said. "I've got another load for you."
She couldn't see how he could possibly come again, but she quickly followed him into the bedroom. He lay down on her white bedspread and slowly rubbed his balls. She awaited his command.
"You've always been such a lady," he said. "I've always wanted to see you like this. Now take off that Goddamned dress and shake it for me. Shake it good."
She knew what he wanted. She stripped off the wet dress and turned on the bedroom radio. She found a fast song. She began to shake her ass. She wanted to be humiliated. She did everything he told her to do. She knew she looked like a five-dollar whore as she shook her full titties at him.
"Come over here," he said.
She could see that his cock had grown hard again. She walked over to him and knelt on the bed.
"Take it in your mouth."
She sucked his hot cock in all the way to his balls. He groaned as she began sucking on him.
"Suck it good, baby," he said. "This time we won't let you spill any."
He grabbed her head and began to establish his own rhythm. She found herself being pulled up and down on his cock. It wasn't her sucking him any longer. Now he was fucking her mouth.
"Take it, whore!" he moaned. "Take that Goddamned cock. Take every inch of it and I'm going to fill your mouth with cum! I'm going to give you a Goddamned full load of my white stuff."
She almost choked each time he drove his prick into her mouth. He was going deeper than Danny had gone, even with his monstrous cock.
"Here I come, bitch!" he moaned. "Here I come with all my hot cum!"
She took him all. Every drop went down her throat. He didn't release her until she had finished him.
"Fucking good," he moaned. "You have a sweet mouth and a sweet pussy."
She knew that she had changed. There would no longer be any question of who was boss around their house. It would be her husband. She reached down and hefted his balls.
"You like that cock?"
"Oh yes," she said.
"Good. We're going to be up here using that thing a lot from now on."
"Yes," she agreed. "Anything you say."