It was surreal. Surreal and mortifying. That was the only
way to describe the morning's activities, Kelli decided. Oh,
the day had started out quite well. She'd been especially
attentive during Jack's morning blow job, rubbing her tits
across his body even as she brought him up to full erection.
She'd reacted appropriately chastened when he spanked her
pussy and tits with the riding crop, accepting the
punishment she deserved as an adulterous wife. She'd served
him a healthy breakfast of pancakes and fruit, and spread
her legs wide when he poured syrup all over her pussy lips
and proceeded to lick it off. And when he'd revealed that
they'd be going out of town for the weekend, she'd only
flinched a bit. But it had been enough for him to notice.
"You have a problem with my plans?" he'd demanded, standing
over her in the shower.
"No. No, sir. No problem. It's just that, well, it's my
father's birthday today, and he was expecting to see us."
"Yes, I think it's important for him to see what kind of
woman his little girl has turned into," Jack had replied
with a grin. "After you get us packed, we'll stop by their
place and then head out."
Packing proved to be quite easy, as Jack's clothes fit into
the overnighter, while her lingerie and other skimpy outfits
easily fit into a single pocket. More ominous was the fact
that he had her pack almost all of the sex toys she'd bought
over the last five days, including some that she'd thought
were just a scare tactic. With everything stowed in the car,
they'd returned to the bedroom to select her outfit for the
day. Surprisingly, Jack had passed over her box of slut
clothes and headed to the regular closet, which she hadn't
entered since the whole ordeal had begun.
"Here, put this on," he'd ordered, handing her a knee-length
blue and white sundress. Held on with thin straps, and cut
square in the front to reveal just a hint of cleavage, it
was the perfect dress for a summer picnic. Perfectly
innocent. But when she'd reached for a bra to wear under it,
he'd pushed her hand away. "No, just the dress. No bra. No
panties. You may be Daddy's little girl on top. But
underneath you're still my slut. You'll need to remember
that." She knew better than to argue.
On the drive to her parent's house, she'd begun to sweat in
apprehension. They'd be able to tell that she was naked,
she'd been sure of it. They wouldn't be able to see the dark
patch between her legs; Jack had made her shave it pencil
thin that morning. But she'd have to stay away from any
windows; the material was thin enough that they'd be able to
discern her outline. And they might notice the unfettered
bounce of her tits. Or the distended mounds of her pussy
lips! That was another thing. Did she smell like sex? Or was
that just left over from the previous night's fuck in the
back seat? Would her parents realize that the pungent odor
was coming from their daughter's hot, wet slit? One thing
was for sure, she'd have to make sure she didn't get turned
on in front of them. Whether by luck or design, the seams in
the bodice fell far enough away that any time her nipples
hardened, any observer would be sure to notice. In fact,
even as she'd thought that, she'd looked down to see the
hard nubs poking up below the fabric.
Once they were there, Jack had been remarkably well-behaved.
She'd been afraid that he'd make jokes the whole time,
dropping lewd comments for her parents to hear. But instead
he'd just tormented her when her parents were out of the
room. Such as when her father had shouted from the kitchen
that he had a bottle of non-alcoholic wine that he "hoped
they'd know what to do with," and Jack had answered that he
"knew the best way to use it," while adding sotto voice to
her, "in your cunt." That comment had caused her to blush in
fear that someone had heard it, but her parents were
blissfully unaware. Even when she'd made the mistake of
opening the freezer to get some ice and the cold air had
hardened her nipples, nobody had seemed to notice except
Jack, who'd grinned the devilish grin he wore so frequently
these days. In fact, the way she'd primly sat on the couch
to avoid revealing her bare crotch, and carefully bent over
to avoid her tits spilling out had probably been noted
approvingly by her mother as a way to act more ladylike.
In fact, she would've counted the morning as a relative
success if her father hadn't corralled Jack into helping him
repair a window in their bedroom. After looking over the
problem, they'd determined that Jack would take care of
things inside the bedroom, while her father would climb the
ladder on the outside, with her mother steadying the ladder.
As soon as they heard the back door slam, though, Jack had
ordered her to lay on her parents bed and bunch the dress up
over her tits. "Now lay there and play with yourself, in
your parents bed, until I tell you to stop," he'd ordered
her, motioning at her to spread her pussy lips and tweak her
tits. "I sure hope that ladder isn't long enough for him to
see in here," he'd cruelly added, giving her something more
to worry about. And every so often, as they worked at the
problem, he'd make a leading comment that filled her with
apprehension, like, "Oh, I can't see your mom. Maybe she's
on her way up here."
Then, when the window was repaired, he'd left her on the bed
even though they could both hear her parents moving about
the house. Only when they heard footsteps coming up the
stairs did Jack release her, giving her just enough time to
pull her dress down and straighten the bedspread before her
father strode into the room. Thankfully, he'd seemed
blissfully unaware that anything unusual had happened. In
fact, the only dangerous comment she'd heard all morning was
when her mother mentioned how flushed Kelli looked. She
didn't even need to look to see that Jack was probably
struggling to suppress a snicker. Yes, surreal was the best
way to describe the morning.
Just as strange was the drive up to the cottage. While they
drove along, Jack questioned her for three hours about her
affair with Roger. Asking the most explicit questions, she
was forced to tell him everything about the affair. And
since she couldn't remember what she'd edited out from her
last confession, she had to tell him the full truth, though
she knew that some of the details wouldn't match. Worse,
Jack seemed obsessed with knowing the most intimate aspects
of the affair. So she had to describe Roger's cock, how it
tasted in her mouth, how it felt in her cunt, how she held
it, how she milked it, everything. He asked her how Roger
reacted to her body, how it felt to have another man sucking
her tits, how his tongue felt in her pussy, everything. He
had her run through every encounter, every time they talked,
every time they fucked. By the end of the inquisition, Kelli
felt as drained and exhausted as if she'd relived every
incident.
Approaching the cabin on a two-track path through the woods,
Kelli realized how truly isolated they'd be. The last
mailbox they'd passed was nearly a mile behind them. With
nothing but hills and forest around them, they probably
wouldn't see another human being all weekend. She couldn't
help but wonder how the isolation fit into Jack's plans. It
certainly didn't bode well for her.