The Theft of Our Lives

Disclaimer: This chapter is admittedly short but needed to bridge the story and it does contain sex. While not present in every chapter, the story contains various sex acts between adults, including but not limited to adultery, incest, cuckolding, interracial, lesbian, and non-consensual sex in the form of blackmail and coercion. The story and all characters are fictional. Any resemblance to businesses or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral, illegal and not condoned by the author. All characters are 18-years-old or older. All rights reserved.

CONSCRIPTING KERRI

“I’m so glad you could come by again this afternoon,” Hank welcomed Emma as we both sat expectantly in his office, uncertain what form of depravity he had in mind next for my suffering wife.

“I know you’ve had concerns about our arrangement, but it really is much better for your kids, don’t you think?” he stated reflectively with false interest about our welfare.

“After all, we don’t want to separate them or ruin their bright futures,” my boss considered aloud, then dropped the other shoe sending Emma and me into a frantic tizzy. “Of course, since they benefit as well, they should contribute to paying the cost of the deal.”

“What do you mean Hank?” I deadpanned, caught off-guard but with alarm filling my and Emma’s uncertain eyes.

Not one to tarry too long, Hank answered me soon enough and neither of us liked what we heard.

“Take Kerri, for example, from what I saw she’s an attractive girl with much to offer, much like her mother. Pretty and athletic. I like that,” Hank commented solicitously, beginning his lecherous foray.

“Tell me again, Ray, how old is your daughter?” he asked innocently with a pretentious, good-natured smile.

Emma already saw where this conversation was going, visibly shaking her head ‘no’ in abject horror and refusal.

“She turned 19 just recently,” I fumbled a weak answer.

“What a delightful age, full of energy and the enthusiasm for life one expects in a nubile young lady,” Hank noted with a licentious tone and a knowing raise of his brow.

“Emma, you should bring her by the office tomorrow so we can familiarize her with the terms of the agreement that keeps you and Ray out of prison and your family together,” my contemptuous boss suggested, setting out his warped intention as an order dressed as an invitation.

Now, Emma’s head moved from side-to-side vehemently as Hank spoke, unable to contain herself anymore.

“Oh no! Damn it, Hank, nooooo! Not Kerri! Not my baby girl!” my angry wife railed with the natural ferocity of a mother protecting her treasured oldest child. “Ray, he can’t have my baby girl!!!”

I agreed, finding my manhood and tearing into Hank, throwing caution to the wind before I thought better of it.

“HELL, HANK, THAT’S MY DAUGHTER YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” I shouted unwisely with genuine rage and disgust. “SHE’S JUST A YOUNG WOMAN! THERE’S NO FUCKING WAY YOU SICK FUCK!”

Emma grabbed my arm, fiercely bound together in a show of true force, but Hank clearly wasn’t pleased with the resistance, although he expected it from us as concerned, loving parents. Truthfully, he’d have been disappointed in us had we not, but he remained dispassionate.

“Fine, your choice. It’s an all-or-nothing deal, so I guess its prison for the pair of you and an uncertain future for your kids,” he conceded dismissively. “I’m sure Kerri will find some bum to shack up with hanging around downtown without a home. Maybe she’ll get knocked up young. Either way, she can forget meeting a nice college guy and living a happy life.”

Hank let that awful thought sink in before continuing his horrible prediction for Kerri and Kellen in our absence.

“Don’t count on seeing either of them again,” he mourned falsely, shaking his head sadly for effect. “Of course, they probably won’t want to see you knowing you’re felons who sold the family down the river, which is exactly the story they’re going to hear.”

“Please, no,” Emma grumbled her anguish, with the calamitous future Hank described too much to bear.

My distressed wife knew Hank would be true to his word, and I did too. Emma feared never seeing our children again, and worse, couldn’t accept losing Kerri and Kellen’s love and affection.

“Such a shame, with all your sacrifices down the toilet,” he bemoaned insincerely, referencing her inglorious afternoons on her back in Hank’s office. “All those friends and customers of mine you fucked, and the trashing of your marriage vows for no reason whatsoever.”

Together, Emma and I realized without speaking a word that if we acquiesced, we’d keep the family together and provide for our children’s future, even if we knew Hank would use our desirable daughter in the same manner he used my wife.

It was a horrible choice and a no-win situation, with Emma’s knees giving way in unspoken supplication, too weak in her sadness to stand and breaking down inconsolably in tears before reluctantly agreeing to bring Kerri by Hank’s office the next day after class.

Disconsolate in my own shortcomings, I dropped to my chair in a lifeless slump, too ashamed of the disgrace I had brought on myself, my wife, and now my family.

My wicked boss simply smiled, triumphant again knowing the Tyler family was right where he wanted us with my indentured servitude, my curvaceous wife’s sexual slavery, and now our innocent 19-year-old daughter’s appealing body joining the mix as well.

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Emma and I didn’t speak much that evening.

We kept up appearances for the kids, but claimed exhaustion and went to bed early, letting them stay up to their own devices. Neither of us slept well, however, lying on our backs looking at the ceiling until sleep overtook us near dawn.

I dragged myself out of bed and went to work.

Emma got the kids off to class and went about her day as usual, catching a naughty glance from Don as she walked out to collect the mail. She hadn’t had much social interaction with our degenerate neighbor since he’d shaved her pussy under the auspice to the privileges granted him by Hank to her splendid body.

My genteel wife is always polite but as might be expected held a deep resentment for the way Don treated her when Hank gave him the opportunity. She always thought they were good friends, and that kindly Mr. Stanley didn’t think of her that way, but she was clearly wrong.

Don waved but Emma merely nodded her head in acknowledgement. I doubt he minded, understanding her disdain but buoyed by knowing he improbably fulfilled his most ardent fantasies after so many years.

Quite unbelievably, the callous bastard had enjoyed the pleasure of shaving Emma’s pussy in an act she found so intimate as to be almost intolerable. Don not only played with her fantastic tits and splendid ass, but my unhappily accommodating wife even swallowed his cum after an effective several minutes with his cock in the comforting warmth of her silken mouth.

That alone was enough jerk-off material to last him a lifetime.

At 2:30 p.m. Kerri arrived home from class. It was the second semester and by quirk of fate her coursework was light. While she was on the volleyball team, practice was short since the team had a game that night.

“Hi sweetheart,” Emma greeted our upbeat daughter, fighting to maintain a cheerful demeanor of her own.

“Hi mom, everything okay?” Kerri replied, reading her mother well and knowing something wasn’t quite right.

“Well, aren’t you the perceptive one, but yes, there’s been a problem at your dad’s work. Daddy made a mistake and is in some trouble,” my wife stated succinctly, not wanting to compound her sins by lying to our only daughter.

“I’m afraid it affects the whole family, so I need to run by his office for a meeting with his boss, Hank Allenby, the man you met the other day,” Emma explained, hoping the mention added some familiarity to the bad news creating a modest comfort level for her next request.

“Anyway, can you come along to speak with him too? You’re the oldest, so you should be included,” her mother asked plainly, preying on our maturing daughter’s sense of responsibility as a burgeoning young adult.

“We can stop by the outlet stores on the way home, if you’d like?” Emma sweetened the deal just to be safe, promising to stop at a store to look for some clothes.

“Okay, mom, if you need me,” our sweet lass answered agreeably.

Kerri remembered Hank as a nice enough guy from their meeting at the house, and the invitation made her feel grown up. Plus, as a typical young woman, Kerri was not one to turn down an opportunity for clothes shopping.

Like her mother, Kerri is tall. In fact, even at 19, her 5’9″ height nearly matches her mother’s 5’10” frame, making her a natural for volleyball, although her 117 lbs. is distributed on her slender body and she lacks the more generous curves sported by her mature mother, although those are certainly developing and in fact already making their presence known.

Kerri’s hair is lighter too, straight with hints of Emma’s chestnut color, but with an auburn tint from the red in my side of the family. She prefers wearing it short in a neat athletic style that’s not quite shoulder length. It’s a ‘wash and go’ cut befitting her active lifestyle often clipped back in cute barrettes when playing sports, with bangs on her forehead giving her the fresh look of a vivacious college coed.

Our appealing young lass bears a definite resemblance to both Emma and me in her face, with well-defined cheeks, an elegant chin, and modestly pointed nose, but she’s not a carbon copy of either of us. She does share my wife’s distinctive emerald-green eyes, however, making it clear they’re mother and daughter.

Along with a noble, proud bearing and square shoulders emblematic of her statuesque mother, her skin is naturally pale with a smattering of adorable freckles and displaying pronounced tan lines from hours in the sun with friends or in her athletic pursuits.

Overall, our well-developed daughter is an exceptional athlete, exhibiting the toned body of a woman excelling in sports but, despite her athleticism, she’s not a tomboy. Rather, Kerri’s a bright student, socially engaged, and a responsible young coed — fascinated by boys, clothes, and the latest pop sensation.

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Kerri had already showered at school so was set to go, dressed in a blousy sleeveless print dress reaching halfway down her long, sinewy legs. She’s not much for wearing heels due to her height, so instead wore flat-soled multi-colored sneakers without socks.

While the dress was not form-fitting, our precocious lady athlete possesses one of her mother’s attributes that can’t be mistaken — the impressive way the dress fit at the bodice. Entering young adulthood, Kerri is well on her way to developing a chest equal to Emma’s substantial endowment.

Much to Kerri’s chagrin, the large mounds constantly interfere with her sports activities, requiring a sturdy athletic bra to strap them in place while on the court. They aren’t quite as big as Emma’s huge breasts yet, but they’re well on their way and possess the irresistible firmness of youth.

On our attractive daughter’s slim body they’re difficult to ignore, even in the loose dress she currently donned.

For her part, Emma dressed in keeping with her practical, casual style — a tan knee-length canvas skirt with buttons up the front below an attractive but not overly tight button-down olive-green gauze blouse and medium-heeled black pumps matching her black-rimmed glasses. As usual, her hair was tied in a ponytail with a compatible olive-green ribbon. It was easy and her preferred style.

Briefly before heading out the door, Emma stopped to look at our unaware daughter once more, admiring her beauty and upbeat personality, while no doubt with deep regret for leading Kerri into the servitude she’d soon share under Hank’s unyielding yoke.

When leaving Hank’s office yesterday, he warned us to be certain Kerri cooperated, making clear he’d tolerate no refusal of the corrupt deal into which we were coerced. Our angelic daughter was no longer to be the innocent youngster Emma knew, but we’d still be together as a family and that was the most important consideration for my sober wife.

Frankly, I thought Hank was taking a bit of a gamble extending his reach to another member of our family but he’s so certain of the airtight blackmail he owns over us, and seeing the loveliness of Kerri, he apparently decided the risk was worth it. That said, he still didn’t want a hysterical young woman throwing his plans into chaos.

Neither Emma nor I said anything to Kerri out of reluctance and cowardice, but we’re convinced once everything is set out on the table our level-headed daughter will see there’s no choice and do whatever necessary in protecting our family.

On the other side of the equation and with calculating forethought, Emma also didn’t want Kerri to have too much time to think once Hank sprang his trap, so on the way to the office, she prepared our thoughtful daughter by giving her some background on what I’d done out of desperation and that it involved something criminal in nature.

“Daddy’s motives were good, sweetheart, but he got caught and could face prison,” she explained solemnly, adding the embellishment of her own involvement to give the story weight. “Since I knew about what daddy did, I could go to prison too. If that happened, it would break up the family.”

Kerri sat stoically listening to her mother as they drove, processing the surprising news designed to touch the very core of her responsible upbringing and family loyalty.

“We need to pull together as a family now and do whatever is necessary to survive the threat,” her mother emphasized with serious intent, imbuing our smart coed with the sense of sacrifice Emma knew was required, and hoping to gain her cooperation and compliance.

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Arriving at the office, Emma and Kerri stopped by my desk to say hello, then we were ushered into Hank’s suite. Considering everything, she was surprised Hank was so gracious when we entered his office, even given his pleasant nature in their first meeting.

Kerri was understandably concerned after learning what this was all about, naturally uncomfortable but knowing her parents wanted her present as the oldest child so was determined to act like the maturing adult she saw herself to be.

“Come in. I’m glad you could make it,” Hank greeted magnanimously, giving my wife a friendly peck on the cheek but also a brief grab of her ass out of Kerri’s view, although my line of sight was clear.

Emma blanched as he touched her in such a familiar manner with our daughter nearby but didn’t otherwise react.

“Hello Emma, and let me see, you’re Kerri, right?” he smiled sweetly at our daughter. “I met you at your house a few weeks ago. You’re even prettier than I remember.”

“Thank you,” Kerri offered along with her hand, blushing at the compliment despite her apprehension.

“Have a seat,” my boss suggested. “Would anyone like some water or coffee? Maybe a soda, Kerri?”

Settled with a cola for Kerri and some coffee for Emma and myself, Hank set to the business at hand and his tone changed dramatically.

“I’m glad you made it, Emma,” Hank began with great seriousness. “What I have to say concerns not only your husband but you. Indeed, it’s appropriate you brought your lovely daughter because it impacts your entire family. A family affair, as it were.”

Once again, Hank’s knack for double entendre was not lost on either me or Emma. We sat stone-faced knowing full-well what Hank wanted and his expectations for our naïve daughter. He didn’t become a powerful businessman by wasting time or words, so was eager to cut to the chase.

“Emma, you’re aware of what has occurred, so this is for the benefit of your daughter. Kerri, your father stole a lot of money from the company, which means he stole from me, and my family too,” the company president announced without fanfare.

“What? My dad? He wouldn’t do such a thing!” Kerri exclaimed, shocked at the accusation.

“Yes, he would, and he did. Tell her Ray,” Hank shot back just as vehemently as I squirmed in my seat, not wanting to confirm Hank’s story.

“It’s true, Kerri, I embezzled money from the company,” I answered contritely in my guilt, continuing as instructed. “Your mother knew about it too, and well, Hank found out.”

“But dad, it was for the family, wasn’t it? They can’t send you to prison for protecting your family?” Kerri begged plaintively, knowing nothing about the perceived slights and disrespect I’d suffered driving me to the stupid act.

“Yes, they can send me to prison, and your mother too as an accomplice. That would break up the family. It was a lot of money, and it was wrong,” I explained sadly, my heart breaking at spinning this web of treachery.

“It was also an attack on the welfare of the company, its employees, and my family. I take that very seriously,” Hank interceded, pausing to let the gravity of the situation take hold.

“I’m a vindictive sonofabitch Kerri, but I like your parents, so I offered them a way out,” he continued with false anger, waving his finger dramatically. “Emma, why don’t you explain our deal to your daughter?”

Emma listened tensely to the whole conversation, afraid to speak, but now was the time to lay everything on the line. She had to tell Kerri of the terms required to save our family from ruin.

“Honey, Hank doesn’t want to send us to prison and break up the family, but he feels his family has been wronged, even threatened,” her mother spoke haltingly as she explained. “He believes a price must be paid, one that sending us to prison and destroying our family won’t satisfy.”

“Our family owes him, and he’s offered us the opportunity to pay the price without breaking up the family, but we need your cooperation as part of the terms. It’s part of the price our family must pay to stay together,” Emma cheerlessly elaborated, then looked at Hank, who nodded approvingly.

I watched Kerri’s face as her mother continued, fully attentive to what Emma was saying, searching for signs of our introspective 19-year-old’s understanding.

“Your father is still working for the company. Since he violated Hank’s trust, he doesn’t have the same responsibilities, and he can’t quit, or Hank will turn him over to the police and the deal will be off,” my selective wife detailed, choosing her words carefully. “Your dad is basically an indentured servant, but he’s well paid, and you get to stay in college.”

Emma paused again, finished explaining the easy part. Now came the hard part, reaching compassionately to take our daughter’s hands into her own.

“I’m ‘working’ for Hank too, sweetheart, but I don’t get paid,” Emma choked and stuttered with genuine emotion but bearing up to tell the disreputable truth. “You see, as part of the deal, I’m providing Hank with, well, ‘personal services’ requiring me to be gone occasionally, sometimes overnight or for a weekend, whenever Hank needs me.”

Kerri looked at her mother quizzically, so finally, Emma stopped being coy and cut to the heart of the matter.

“Kerri, I know you think I visited Aunt Betsy last weekend, but I was actually performing my services for Hank at his bungalow,” she informed our stunned daughter.

Kerri’s jaw dropped.

“Mom, that’s crazy. What are you saying? You had sex with Mr. Allenby?” our daughter scowled, her voice rising with each incredulous word while pulling her hands from her mother’s in disgust.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, Kerri, and I’ll continue having sex with Mr. Allenby, and possibly other men too. The services I perform are sexual, and I’m his sex servant,” Emma murmured remorsefully, terribly hurt by her beloved only daughter’s withdrawal but staying strong and focused on the task.

“But, wh-what about dad?” Kerri whined in confusion.

“Obviously, I know, Kerri,” I interceded for Emma, reeling and clearly pained by our cherished daughter’s rejection. “I don’t like it. I don’t like the thought of your mother with another man, but I have no choice. We have no choice. It’s this, or we go to prison.”

“But it’s-it’s wrong. He’s old, and-and you’re married!” Kerri charged, scrambling to find any objection she could and firing an angry look at Hank, appearing unmoved.

“We know, Kerri, but it’s necessary or the deal is off. I need to do whatever Hank tells me, whenever he tells me, and with whomever he tells me,” Emma stated plainly, picking up the conversation again after gathering herself. ”

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!” Kerri wailed, her voice hysterical and getting louder. “IT’S NOT TRUE! IT CAN’T BE TRUE!”

“Kerri, be quiet, or I swear the deal is off,” Hank barked, jumping strongly into the mix to shut down our rebellious girl immediately.

Thinking photographic evidence might do the trick, he swiftly pulled the manila envelope containing the pictures of us from the yacht trip from his side desk drawer.

“You don’t believe your wonderful mother? You don’t believe she’d be unfaithful to your father? You don’t believe she’d fuck me or any other man?” Hank challenged harshly, using street vernacular for the first-time describing Emma’s morally dissolute activities.

“Well then, young lady, maybe you’d better look at these,” he advised, tossing a handful of 8″x10″ images before her spreading across his desktop.

“Oh god, no,” my wife bemoaned, dropping her head to her hands unable to watch our trusting daughter’s expression viewing the sordid evidence.

Disbelieving and agitated, Kerri grabbed up the half dozen pictures, seeing for herself what was soon confirmed in hi-def, four-color splendor — Emma in the scandalous bikini, me sitting naked in the lounge chair, the collection of associated guests and onlookers suggesting the very public nature of our disgrace, and the worst of the set, her mother topless hunched over an older, gray-haired man with his obviously hard cock sliding halfway into her mouth.

“No, no, that’s not her. That’s not my mom. It can’t be!” Kerri squealed in denial, but deep inside, she knew it was her mother giving a blowjob to a strange man, with me in the background watching the scene and doing nothing.

The image was unmistakable and Emma’s face clear as day, along with my excited countenance. Selfishly and in my abundant shame, I was relieved Kerri couldn’t see my cock trapped in its cage in the pictures, although I suspected that to be a poorly kept secret going forward.

“Need more, young one?” Hank asked derisively, not yet satisfied with his desecration of her mother’s saintliness in Kerri’s eyes and figuring it was time for a demonstration proving none of this was a joke.

“Janet, could you please send in Rick now?” he directed calmly while pressing a button on the intercom.

A moment later, SVP Rick Littleton walked into the office. Rick’s of good height six-feet with a sturdy, muscular build. He’s average looking but thinks more highly of himself than that. Hank had arranged for Rick to be available in the event this meeting went the direction it was headed.

Hank is nothing if not prepared.

“Kerri, this is Rick. He’s the man who discovered what your father was up to and turned it over to me. Rick did me, the company, and my family a great service. I like to reward employees who help the company, just as I must punish those who injure it,” Hank explained, looking directly at me when he spoke that last line.

“Rick deserves a reward, don’t you think?” Hank asked rhetorically, looking at Emma. “To prove this is no joke, your mother is going to give it to him. Right now.”

I was caught flat-footed, not expecting Emma to be engaging sexually at this meeting, and certainly not in front of our daughter. She’d already blown Rick that afternoon in the office right after our entrapment but apparently his reward was ongoing and not a one-time event.

“Here?” my equally stunned wife mouthed quietly, with her head bowing slightly and unable to look in Kerri’s direction.

I saw a tremor in her bottom lip as her green eyes widened with the realization this nightmare was very real and happening in real time.

“Emma, it’s time to perform your new ‘job’ duties and for Rick to receive another reward. Why don’t you get up and strip off your skirt and blouse? Right down to your bra and panties, please,” Hank demanded summarily without truly asking, despite the intonation as a question.

“Huh?” Kerri’s bewildered eyes popped wide, and a simple gasp escaped her lips in shock, but not as much as when after a moment’s hesitation her mother obediently sat up to do just that.

Emma was numb, and the reality of life in Hank’s clutches was hitting especially hard, with the idea of following his order in front of our apprehensive coed more distressing than she ever imagined.

Knowing she had no choice, or the deal was off, and our family shattered, on auto-pilot my mortified wife gripped the top button of her gauzy blouse and deliberately released one button after another all the way down. Reaching the bottom, she shucked her shoulders and the blouse dropped to the floor.

Kerri sat dumbfounded, disbelieving what she was seeing. Her proper and quite traditional mother was stripping on command in an office with two strange men. Everything she’d been told was true. It was too overwhelming for her young mind.

Emma next reached for the hook on the skirt, with the front buttons merely decorative. A quick twist and the garment dropped to her ankles joining the blouse. Simply stepping out, she was now reduced to her tricot bra and panties — a sensible yet fashionable combination not too revealing, along with her pumps, glasses, and, of course, her wedding ring.

Hank’s shit-eating grin indicated he was pleased, with everything going according to plan. The fact Kerri was frozen in her seat and hadn’t run out of the room screaming bode well. Rick stood nearby with a huge smile he couldn’t contain, while I simply sat impotently and watched Kerri’s reaction, once again doing nothing.

My cunning boss needed to impress upon our young daughter just how much control he had over us, so she knew her place without any chance for resistance. With her undivided attention, he began asking embarrassing questions, humbling Emma in Kerri’s idolizing mind.

“You have a killer body, Emma, and that bra can’t hide those great tits. I forget, what size are they?” Hank asked crudely, forcing the answer he knew well.

“I’m a, um, 37DD, but you already know that,” Emma whispered almost inaudibly, staring at the carpeted floor, wallowing in her misery and still not wanting to look at anyone in the room, especially Kerri.

“Oh, right. Big tits, huh? You know, jugs, hooters, melons?” Hank replied with lurid intent, acting as juvenilely coarse as possible in front of our naïve youngster just to demean Emma further.

“Yes, Hank. I have big jugs,” my perceptive wife answered, playing along with his game knowing from experience he wanted to humiliate her, so responding as she knew he’d like.

“I’m not sure about those sensible undies though. I prefer something sexier, but we can deal with that at a later date,” my demanding employer noted. “Now, toss the bra and let those big girls run free. Is that alright with you Rick?”

Hank turned to his beaming employee, all eyes and simply nodding an enthusiastic ‘yes.’

Still avoiding our daughter, Emma haltingly removed the straps from her shoulders, then drew behind her back undoing the triple-latch hooks. With no reason to delay, she pulled the bra away setting her large, billowing breasts loose, with the marvelous globes projecting impressively with a lovely, gentle slope.

Emma’s tits are firm for a woman her age, but with a visible and appealing sag of time. Her large round nipples protrude naturally in attention grabbing fashion but for the moment remained flaccid and unaroused with her distress.

Speechless, Kerri stared with spellbound incredulity, unable to look away although she knew she should. This was all too bizarre and too unreal, and our captivated daughter simply couldn’t believe her own modest mother was undressing before these men, despite seeing it with her own eyes.

‘Daddy just sits there and does nothing!’ she marveled silently, with an antipathy born of ignorance about the developing situation more than anger, not understanding my inaction.

“Those really are classics, Emma. I mean, what a set of knockers. Give ’em a little shake,” Hank praised inappropriately, enjoying making such inappropriate statements in my earshot while taking advantage of my wife in front of me, and now our daughter.

Emma blushed profusely, beyond embarrassment with a deep inhale steeling her nerves, but she passively complied, shimmying her shoulders sending her spectacular tits pitching and swaying across her chest in mesmerizing fashion.

Disturbing as it sounds, even after blowing Rick while naked in Hank’s office, and fucking my boss and our clients more ways than I can remember, often with me watching, this was much worse than anything my proud wife has endured yet, as she never imagined stripping so scandalously with our daughter as witness.

“The last time you saw Emma she modeled a dense thatch of chestnut pussy curls under those panties, so here’s a surprise, Rick,” Hank inquired irreverently, not holding back for the sake of my wife’s dignity.

“Go on and lose the panties, pet, show him your big style change,” he chided, cruelly calling her the derisive name for Kerri’s ears, simply watching nearby as her esteemed mother, with a tear in the corner of her eyes and snickering in her sorrow, tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly rolled them off her hips and down her legs.

“Yeah, that’s what I want to see,” Hank crowed. “Bald as a billiard ball and smooth as silk.”

Sure enough, we all saw the clean, completely denuded surface of Emma’s pussy mound. She doesn’t like it shaved and complains about it endlessly. Plus, it’s a lot to maintain daily, but Hank’s standing order is clear, so she doesn’t dare let it grow back fearing the unpleasant repercussions.

Emma stood in the middle of the room wearing just her shoes, glasses and jewelry — not an unfamiliar position by this point, but certainly so with our wide-eyed daughter looking on. She was obviously extremely uncomfortable, shifting on her feet giving unintended impetus to her bobbling tits.

My wife is extremely intelligent, and she recognizes this as all part of Hank’s design. Her humiliation and subjugation is simply part of the process of bringing our attractive daughter into the deal, but even then she struggled getting past her shame, especially since she has a good idea what is coming next.

Still, my heartless boss wanted one more offense to my sensitive wife’s dignity before the grand finale.

“So, Emma, quit avoiding your daughter. Turn around and look her in the eyes. Besides, it gives me an opportunity to marvel at your gloriously big ass,” he ordered gleefully, knowing my wife is self-conscious about the size of her bottom, although in truth the broad flanks look good on a woman of her maturity.

“Hmmm,” she whimpered at the mean comment, but Hank is very commanding, and despite her shame, Emma reluctantly turned to our daughter, still frozen in place and awestruck by what she was witnessing.

“Present,” Hank issued the single word directive, expecting full compliance even under the arduous circumstance.

“Huh-uh,” Emma inhaled sharply and frowned at the order, coming out of the blue so unexpectedly.

Nonetheless, after a moment’s hesitation collecting herself, she followed suit as directed, parting her legs shoulder-width emphasizing the baldness of her cunt and raising her hands to the back of her neck, spreading her elbows wide, and squaring her body projecting her huge breasts forward.

“Oh, mom,” Kerri sighed quietly in despair with tremendous pity for her beloved mother.

Hank was our master, with this last submission making that abundantly clear, and Emma’s expression was one of pure servility and shame. Nonetheless she looked directly at our horrified daughter through reddened eyes with a shimmer of disquiet coursing her tall frame.

“So, Emma, what are you training to be?” Hank asked point blank.

Emma shuddered at the request, thinking back to that first cocksucking lesson from Mrs. Ogawa and retrieving the horrid words she was forced to answer to a similar question.

“I’m training to be, um, a big-titted, cocksucking, uh, wife-slut fuck toy for Allenby Consolidation,” Emma practically sobbed, speaking the words with difficulty and again almost losing her poise but drawing on a deep reservoir of inner strength to hold on.

“No, please no,” Kerri bemoaned her poor mother’s plight, with the recognition her own future held similar lurid promise and simply feeling bad for Emma.

“Is this the first-time we’ve seen you naked?” my boss followed, knowing full-well the answer but wanting Emma to verbally admit the spiteful truth.

“No,” she replied simply.

“So, you’ve done this before?” he pressed maliciously.

“Yes, Hank, you and Rick have seen me naked,” Emma responded painfully.

All of this was news to Kerri, who thought of her mother as a paragon of virtue and happy wife to me.

“In fact, you have sex with me to stay out of jail, don’t you?” Hank continued mercilessly.

Emma paused again, with the revelation too shameful to talk about in front of our appalled daughter.

“Yes, Hank,” my tormented wife managed uneasily.

“Okay, let’s go a little deeper. Tell me, did you fuck many men before you met me?” he queried without pity.

For reasons unknown other than simply to screw with Emma’s head and possibly condition our daughter to her disreputable future, Hank wanted Kerri to realize her mother was now a total slut doing anything, and anyone, to save our family.

“Three, Hank. Two boyfriends in college, and then Ray,” Emma acknowledged, unable to do anything but surrender to Hank’s very personal inquisition.

“How many have you fucked since you’ve been married? You know, since I came along, because I thought you were faithful before that,” my boss returned with another indelicate question designed to illustrate how far she’d fallen from her marital commitment to me.

“I was faithful, until you, but I don’t honestly know. A dozen? Two dozen?” my shamed wife replied with remorse.

“Two dozen? Wow, that’s a lot. You sure get around. Did you know these men?” Hank pressed, impugning Emma’s morality and prying deeper to peremptorily crush any potential rebellion by her, and subsequently, Kerri.

“Most were strangers. Clients of the company, and such. Others, well, let’s just say, they were known to me previously,” Emma answered tentatively, expanding on her response knowing he preferred details.

“Really, does your husband know his devoted wife was fucking all these men?” my delighted boss feigned surprise, digging the knife into her good character almost joyously.

“Yes, every single one. I tell him everything. A lot of times he watches them fuck his wife,” she answered matter-of-factly, satisfying his prurient line of questioning and employing the third person for a semblance anonymity but instead just making it especially salacious.

“Suck them off? I mean, did you give them blowjobs too?” Hank inquired brutally, assuming as a college freshman Kerri knew about blowjobs, although in truth she did only through girly gossip and the internet.

Emma shivered with his boldness and temerity, mostly from anger at subjecting her to this interrogation solely for the purpose of destroying her righteous standing in the eyes of our dazed daughter.

“Yes, I sucked them off, if they wanted it, but mostly they just wanted to fuck me,” my wife responded bitterly after another pause, nearly in tears and laboring to speak the awful truth but holding her pose and matching Hank word for lewd word.

Kerri was in a state of disbelief as her mother poured revelation after revelation into her stunned ears. Emma’s transformation into a slut grew clearer with each one, and I was weak enough to allow it, whatever my internal instincts for opposition.

“I’ll bet they like those big tits, huh? Pretty popular with the guys?” he carried on relentlessly, striking at every sensitivity my vulnerable wife possesses about her curvaceous body.

“I suppose. I didn’t ask, but yes, they all seemed to enjoy playing with my tits,” Emma said forlornly, worn out by the constant derogation hoping to retain at least a modicum of respect by our reverential daughter.

“You’re a married woman, Emma. So respectable. An upstanding pillar of the community. Why in the world did you fuck these guys? Don’t your wedding vows mean anything to you?” Hank questioned in a punch below the belt achieving exactly what he desired as my shattered wife broke down in tears.

“Of course, they do! I didn’t want to do it. I fucked them because you told me to fuck them, Hank, or else you’d send us to prison and destroy our family,” Emma’s tortuous sob was filled with regret and painful to hear.

“Well, did you at least orgasm? Did you cum when they fucked you, Mrs. Tyler?” Hank peppered Kerri’s devastated mother with a topic difficult to Emma’s pride, sensing it was her last refuge of self-worth from the onslaught on her decency in the past few weeks.

Emma paled, staggered by the intrusive query requesting insight into her deepest secrets and inner sanctity.

“Y-yes, I d-did, every time, and hard. Sometimes more than once,” my dispirited wife’s eyelids slowly closed, and her body slumped even in her ‘presentation’ mode, but she answered truthfully and with a level of detail desired by Hank.

The demolition of her hallowed image in our daughter’s eyes was almost complete, but my determined boss needed to put on the capper closing the deal.

“My recollection is of you giving our man Rick here the blowjob of a lifetime, wouldn’t you say so Rick?” Hank declared in describing Emma’s recent activities paying penance for my sins.

Rick’s grin provided his answer.

“Unfortunately, he refrained from sampling your sweet pussy out of respect for his wife,” our vengeful master informed Kerri by way of Emma.

As with most men, I suspect Rick really wanted to fuck Emma that first time but held back in an oddly noble attempt at propriety, still adjusting to his good fortune and uncertain how far our mutual employer intended to reward him. It was a decision he immediately regretted, so now made up for it with the bizarre but special added pleasure of fucking my big-titted wife in the presence of her husband and pretty college-aged daughter.

“We’ve discussed it since, and he’s changed his mind,” Hank advised gleefully. “I guess Emma Tyler’s forbidden snatch is worth breaking your vows to have, so he’s going to tap it now.”

So, that was it — Hank had just told Emma to fuck Rick right in front of me and Kerri.

“Oh, please don’t make me, Hank. Not in front of my husband and child,” Emma balked dangerously, unable to control herself as tears streamed down her cheeks.

It was a dangerous refusal threatening to our family, but already lost in a haze of degradation and shame, she quickly regained her composure before Hank responded, scuffling weakly to Rick and deftly undoing his belt buckle.

Kerri’s face told me she was absolutely flabbergasted as her adored mother slowly undressed the man responsible for discovering my larceny, resulting in the debt owed by our family, and now including our darling daughter.

As usual, watching my loathe wife’s every move and sensing the familiar flinch in my pants, I did nothing, and I think Kerri was getting the message.