Anonymous - Degraded wife

Teri Watson sat on the bed and trembled. She was still partially clad, with her sheer up-lift bra and her brief panties and half-slip, but the way the men were looking at her told her that she would not be like that for long.

All around the bed, the men gathered, standing around, their hands in their pockets, grinning at her maliciously. Gary, her husband, stood at the foot of the bed. He was the only one not grinning. His eyes were dark with anger and there was a scowl on his mouth.

Though Teri tried not to look down her eyes kept darting to their crotches, and in the pants of every man standing around her was a bulge. She shivered to think what was causing that bulge.

She knew that her own shapely form and lovely face was to blame, as well as the predicament she was in. Her hands crossed over her cleavage, and she tucked her shapely legs underneath her, to make herself as little provocative as possible.

"So," snarled Gary finally, "You still haven't learned who's boss. You refused to give me a blow-job when I wanted one."

Teri's eyes looked at the smirks on the men's faces when he said this, and she thought she saw a bulge in some of their pants twitch as her husband mentioned the word blow-job.

"But Gary," she whimpered in fear, "there were people around. I wouldn't refuse you, except that everyone would have seen."

"Maybe one or two people," replied Gary, still angry, "but now you're going to blow me, right now, and you're going to have a regular audience."

Teri gasped as she watched her husband unzip his fly and pull his pants down. There was a bulge in his briefs, and when he pulled them off his fat organ jumped out at his fearful wife. It was not fully erect yet, but it was on the way.

It sort of hung in a thick curve, with the head round and red, like an apple. To his wife, it had never seemed more menacing, and she watched it bounce and quiver as he grabbed her arm and pulled her over to him.

"Now suck me off!" he demanded, shoving her head forward.

She took the organ in her shaking hands, and began to raise it to her sweet mouth. Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see the men watching in anticipation.

"And after you're done with me," said Gary, "I promised the boys a little fun."

Teri knew exactly what he meant as the men placed their hands on her soft body and began peeling off her last remnants of clothing.

DR. G. WATSON, that was what the sign on the door read as Teri pushed it open and walked into the small, homey, office. She always got a thrill when she saw her husband's name on the door like that, even though he had had his own practice for over two years now.

It was furnished in warm, early American style, with wood and designed fabrics. There was wood paneling on the walls and a few antique swords and fire-arms hanging here and there. It gave it a truly, authentic look.

She had helped him decorate the room. It was a hobby of hers. His office had been one of her best achievements.

There were no patients in the waiting room now, office hours were almost over and the few remaining patients were in the inner offices. As Teri walked in, the cute, curly-haired nurse was just leaving.

"Hi, Mrs. Watson," said the nurse cheerfully, "your husband should be done in about forty-five minutes."

"Thanks. Adrian," said Teri. She looked at Adrian and appreciated her attractive face and open smile.

Adrian had been with Gary from the beginning. She was bright, efficient and attractive.

She had bright eyes, a cute nose and a nice figure. Her legs were nice and long, but Teri had never seen just how good they looked as she always wore uniforms with pants.

In fact, the good-looking nurses Gary, her husband, hired was one of the things that bothered her. Adrian had been there from the start, and it had bothered Teri to think that her husband was with her all day, but once she got to know the nurse, and saw that business and leisure did not mix, she relaxed.

But there had been many part-time nurses that had worked in her husband's office. He had a hard time keeping them because he was very demanding and a bit blunt with their incompetence at times.

They had all been pretty, and young, and Teri worried sometimes. After all, Gary was still an attractive man, even though he was in his mid-thirties, and he would be a real catch for some lithe, young thing.

He had admitted to her laughingly one day, that he purposely chose pretty nurses because it was good for business. His patients much preferred to talk to a pretty girl than an ugly or plain one, and this made their visit to his office more enjoyable. Therefore, they were more likely to return in the future. He had also insured her that nothing went on between him and his nurses.

Still, it perturbed her, especially at moments like now, when she poked her head into the back room to see what was going on.

The new nurse, Gina, was bending over, getting something out of one of the lower cabinets. The fabric of her uniform was stretched tightly across her small, firm ass, and Teri could see her brief panties clearly. Even the little daisies on them.

It bothered her to think that Gary saw this all day. He probably had seen the panties enough to count each daisy on them, both front and back. As she was thinking this, Gina stood up and turned around.

Hello, Mrs. Waston," she smiled, "How are you today?"

Teri looked at her pretty face and her cute, almost impish smile. Gina was a provocative mixture of woman and little girl. Perhaps it was due to her size, for she was short and petite, with a tiny, little-girl's voice.

"Fine," she smiled back, "Is Gary busy?"

"Yes," answered the nurse, "he's with Mrs. Finklestein. She's real fussy. He has to give her his undivided attention. But he should be done in a few minutes. Why don't you sit down?"

Mrs. Watson plopped in a chair and watched the new girl go about her work. Gary had said that she was efficient, and she looked it. She was typing up some forms and Teri studied her bust. It was not nearly as big as her own, but there was something there, and it seemed that she was not wearing a bra. It was hard to tell, as the top of the uniform was not tight, but Teri seemed to see nipple points poking against the material.

Her body, as a whole, was slender and healthy looking, with a streak of vitality and effervescence running through it that seemed to make her bubble when she talked. Her face was pretty, with a pug-nose, big eyes and short hair. All in all, she was very attractive.

Teri hoped silently that she did not work out.

Before she knew it, Gary appeared.

"Mrs. Finklestein is done," he told Gina, "Get rid of her. Hi, dear."

He leaned over and pecked her on the cheek… "What's up?" he asked.

"I thought we could go out to dinner," suggested Teri.

"Okay," said Gary, "but I've still got about half an hour of work here. So relax and I'll try and hurry,"

Then he was gone, rushing to another one of his patients. Teri sat in the chair and endured another thirty minutes of the smart, perky nurse and then Gary was done. He washed his hands, grabbed his coat and they walked for the door.

"Make sure you close up tight," he said to Gina, "Get the cards ready for tomorrow, check the cash… "

"And make sure the alarm is on when you leave," grinned Gina, "I know, I know."

"Terrific girl there," commented Gary as they got into the car.

"Just how terrific?" asked Teri as he started the automobile up.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" asked her husband.

"Well," replied Teri, "I can see she wears clean underwear, but does she have a tight pussy, or is she great at giving head?"