Doing A Carol 25
Dear Diary.
I’ve just arrived home and have a few hours to spare before picking Jerry up from poker night.
I’m dreading what state he will be in later and now thinking about it, I should have told him that he could stay over. Never mind.
And I’m also in a quandary as to what to wear when I go back tonight as I have a limited range of slutty outfits to choose from. Plus I don’t want to store them here in the cottage in case Jerry finds them and ask questions.
I did ‘acquire’ a black suspender belt from our new lingerie range at work, so I could wear that with my black stockings. Well that’s a start.
I could also wear that short black skirt with the tight blouse that I wore the first time I went dogging or that thin, practically see through white dress that I wore at the pub. I’ll see what I decide on once I’ve had a bath. I’ll have to be clean and fresh in case anything untowards happens, won’t I?
I may need to text Michael when it’s best to come over, or I could have some toast a and a cup of tea first. Yes, that’s best. I’ll have a quick shower, have something to eat as I am feeling a bit peckish and then get dressed for fun.
A few hours have passed and I’m now slipping in to the white see through dress with my black underwear underneath, I thought it would be easier for the guys to get a good look, when I recieve this message from Michael.
Ping. ‘Just to let you know, my prediction came true as luck wasn’t on Jerry’s side tonight. He’s had to down a few shots.’
‘A few?’
Ping. ‘Well, many.’
Poor Jerry.
‘How many is many?’
Ping. ‘See for yourself.’
Micheal send a video.
It was of Jerry, stripped to his underwear and tied to a chair. He was clearly intoxicated and didn’t know what was going on.
‘What have you done to him?’
Ping. ‘He’s OK. Nothing to worry about. Just a prank. It’s his forfeit as he lost ‘big time’ tonight. I’m looking after him for you.’
‘Thank you.’
Ping. ‘I think you should come and get him now. He’s falling asleep.’
‘On my way and don’t do anything more to him.’
Ping. ‘No I won’t. He’s in safe hands.’
‘See you soon.’
Ping. ‘And remember what I asked you to do?’
‘Yes. I’m already wearing that white see through dress and black undies. I hope you approve, oh masterful one!’
Ping. ‘Yes slut, I do. Good girl. I’m looking forward to seeing you in it. I know Steve is.’
‘Is he?’ My stomach bubbled. ‘And how do you know that?’
Ping. ‘We’ve had a chat about you.’
‘Oh, have you now?’ I wonder what they’ve said? Does Steve want me too? Well he did come on to me a bit earlier, didn’t he?
Ping. ‘Yes. He can’t wait. Nor can I.’
Am I going to have my first threesome with my husband in the next room? Isn’t that risky? Too adventurous?
‘I’ll be there as soon as I can,’ I messaged, trying not to come across too eager.
Ping. ‘You better as we don’t want Jerry to wake up mid way, do we?’
Mid way? What does that mean? Me as piggy in the middle? A hog on a spit roast? Or being fucked by the two of them and he wakes up and wants to know what’s happening to his innocent and dutiful wife?
‘No we don’t,’ I politely reply.
Ping. ‘Hurry!’
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