Tom & Jaci – married Carl – stranger who introduced Tom & Jaci into their current situation Two weeks had gone by with no contact when Tom answered the phone to Carl one evening. ‘Hello Tom, how are you, it’s Carl?’ ‘I’m fine thank you’ said Tom, hating the sound of Carl’s voice. It wasn’t easy talking to Carl. After all he was the man who had fucked Jaci and had given her to Tom’s boss Chris with all the humiliation that that had entailed. ‘And how’s your wife, Tom? How’s my little slut? I trust you haven’t been anywhere near her with your little prick? ‘You know that doesn’t happen any more’ replied Tom softly. ‘Well let me speak to her, and Tom, she must be naked remember, and you must hold the phone for her’. Tom went into the kitchen and told Jaci that Carl was on the phone and he wanted to speak to her, naked. Jaci looked at Tom, his face betraying his humiliation. Quickly she took off her shoes, unbuttoned her dress and slipped it from her body. She unclipped and shrugged off her bra, her breasts springing out on display. She stepped out of her panties and Tom’s eyes were drawn once again to her tattoo. His mind wandered as he imagined his beautiful wife, laid out naked and tied down on the tattooist’s couch, in a dirty room above a porn shop in Soho, legs apart, being fingered by the tattooist before being branded with the word SLUT and then Carl paying by letting the tattooist fuck her. Where’s your wife Tom? Carl has her. He’s taken her to some place in Soho, above a sex shop, where he’s getting her branded and fucked by some sweaty bloke old enough to be her father. Naked, Jaci stood with her feet apart and held her hands behind her back, thereby thrusting her breasts outwards. Tom held the phone to her ear. ’Yes Carl’, she said timidly. ‘Jaci my dear. Are you naked and stood as I wish? ‘I’m completely naked Carl and waiting for you to command me’ she replied. ‘Look down at your breasts then Jaci. Are they stood out proud, asking to be fondled? ‘Yes Carl’ ‘Then imagine Jaci that I am stood before you, naked, my cock is hard and almost touching your belly, your SLUT tattoo. I am holding my hands flat and rubbing the palms over your nipples. Is that sending a tingle through your nipples into your breasts Jaci?’ ‘Oh yes’ Jaci responded. ‘Now my hands are covering your breasts and you can feel their warmth, and your warmth. Then I take your nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and I gently squeeze them and pull them. Pressing harder the pain begins to grow in you and then as it increases so too does your arousal. The ripples of arousal spread through your nipples into your breasts and down your stomach and across your SLUT tattoo and down to your pussy. You want me to continue to abuse your nipples. You like it, as all sluts do. Jaci was getting hot, and wet. How could he do this to her so easily, she thought. Tom was watching her. He could see her arousal. She was breathing heavily now and her body was moving ever so slightly and she was thrusting her breasts out in front of her as if an unseen lover was caressing her ‘Now’ said Carl, ‘now play with yourself, Jaci. I want to hear your orgasm as you stand there and masturbate’. ‘Yes Carl’, whimpered Jaci, and her hand slid between her legs and found her shaven sex, and her finger found her hardened clit and she gasped slightly. ‘Have you found your little nub of pleasure Jaci? Are you rubbing your finger over it, teasing its little hood back so it can stand out proud while you pleasure it? ‘Yes, oh yes’ breathed Jaci, completely absorbed in her phone sex and ignoring her husband holding the phone. ‘You were born to be fucked, Jaci, to be used, and abused, and bought and sold. That’s all you’re any good for isn’t it Jaci?’ ‘Yes Carl’. ‘It’s a shame I’m not there Jaci, because if I was I would whipping the cheeks of you arse, and you know how that makes you cum so much harder. So is your pussy wet and open now?’ ‘Yes Carl’ ‘Because I’m going to slam my hot cock into you Jaci’. ‘Oh yes Carl, do it’ Jaci gasped, rubbing her clit frantically, her legs threatening to buckle beneath her. ‘I’m going to spurt into you any second Jaci, are you ready for my wet seed?’ Jaci heard Carl grunt, ‘Take it slut, tell me what it’s like!’ ‘Oh Carl, I can feel your cock. It’s hot and so big, and you’re cumming inside me, spurts of hot spunk filling my cunt. And I’m cumming all over your cock now, covering you in my slut juices’. Helpless, Tom watched Carl bring his wife Jaci to orgasm in front of him. She looked so lewd, hand between her legs fingering her clit. Her nipples always stood out so full and hard when other people were having sex with her. It was too much for him and he shot, well spat, his small emission onto the floor as he watched his wife’s body sweat and heave and buck and cum. A few moments later Jaci was laid back on the settee, one leg over the side of the settee so her pussy was open. Between her legs Tom was licking her cum juice from around her shaven cunt and pushing his tongue up it to clean out. She held the phone to her ear. ‘Yes, he’s doing it now. His little cock is sticking out even though he came watching you get me off. Oh yes, I’ll make him lick it up off the floor in a minute. I don’t want his cum everywhere’. Jaci was silent for a while as Carl spoke. ‘Oh Carl, you’re disgusting. What sort of woman do you think I am? When?