Jane had always been Brad’s perfect hotwife. Five years into their marriage and the arrangement still burned hotter than ever. Brad loved watching her get used. Jane loved being used. And Manilia—quiet, devoted, permanently wet Manilia—existed only to serve them both.
Manilia had been Jane’s lesbian slave for three years. Collar. Rules. Complete surrender. She cooked, cleaned, licked Jane’s cunt on command, and never came without permission. Tonight she would do far more.
Brad’s best friend Marcus was getting married in two days. The bachelor party was tonight. Brad had arranged everything. Jane would be the entertainment. Manilia would assist.
But first, a little chaos.
They hit the high-end lingerie boutique on Fifth just before closing. Jane in a short black dress that barely covered her ass, Manilia in a tight white tank and no bra, nipples hard under the thin fabric. Brad waited outside in the car, engine running, already hard.
Jane slipped a pair of black lace crotchless panties into her purse. Manilia pocketed a silk blindfold and a small bottle of lube. They were almost out the door when the security guard stepped in front of them.
“Ladies. Bag check.”
Jane smiled the smile that always worked. “Of course.”
He found everything. Of course he did. They had wanted him to.
The manager—older, thick-necked, wedding ring—locked the store and told the guard to take a long break. Then he looked at Jane’s bare thighs and Manilia’s hard nipples and said, “We can handle this the easy way or the hard way.”
Jane bent over the glass counter without being asked. Manilia dropped to her knees beside her.
The manager pushed Jane’s dress up. No panties. Her shaved cunt was already glistening. He unzipped, pulled out a heavy cock, and shoved it straight into her pussy with one thrust. Jane grunted. Manilia leaned in and licked the place where his shaft stretched Jane open.
He fucked Jane hard over the counter, balls slapping, while Manilia sucked his sack and the base of his cock every time he pulled back. When he was close he pulled out, slapped his wet cock against Jane’s ass, and ordered Manilia to open her mouth. He came across both their faces—thick ropes on Jane’s cheek, Manilia’s tongue, the bridge of Jane’s nose. They licked each other clean while he watched, breathing hard.
He let them keep the stolen items. He even gave them his number.
Brad laughed when they climbed into the car, faces still sticky. “Good girls.”
The bachelor party was in a private loft downtown. Twelve men. Marcus the groom. Brad. A few college buddies. Two coworkers. One guy from the gym who was built like a fucking tank. And Jane.
Manilia wore only the black lace crotchless panties they had stolen and the silk blindfold. Collar around her throat. Hands cuffed behind her back. She was led in on a leash.
Jane wore a sheer white babydoll that stopped just under her tits and nothing else. Her cunt was already dripping down her thighs.
Brad stood in the center of the room, beer in hand, and announced the rules.
“Jane is here for all of you. Use her mouth, her cunt, her ass. Manilia belongs to Jane. She’ll clean anything that needs cleaning. No one cums in Jane’s pussy tonight—that’s mine. Everything else is fair game. Especially her ass.”
Marcus went first. He bent Jane over the back of the leather couch, spit on her asshole, and pushed in slow. Jane moaned loud, pushing back. Manilia was ordered onto her back on the floor beneath them. Jane’s dangling tits and hanging cunt hovered over Manilia’s face. Manilia licked whatever she could reach—Jane’s clit, Marcus’s swinging balls, the stretch of Jane’s rim around his cock.
Marcus fucked her ass deep and steady. The other men circled, stroking, drinking, commenting.
“Look at that married slut taking it.”
“Brad’s a lucky bastard.”
“Save some for the rest of us.”
Marcus pulled out just before he came and shoved his cock into Manilia’s open mouth. She swallowed every drop while Jane stayed bent over, hole twitching, empty and needy.
Then the line formed.
One after another they took turns bending Jane over—couch, coffee table, the edge of the kitchen island. Some used her mouth first. Some went straight for her ass. Brad filmed everything on his phone, narrating occasionally.
“That’s it, baby. Open that married asshole for them.”
Manilia crawled from cock to cock, licking them clean between rounds, sucking the taste of Jane’s ass off every shaft. When a guy came on Jane’s back or across her face, Manilia licked it off. When someone needed a hole to rest in while they recovered, Manilia’s mouth was there.
The gym guy—Derek—was the biggest. Thick, veined, almost too much. He bent Jane over the pool table, pushed her face down onto the felt, and worked his cock into her ass with short, brutal thrusts until she was stretched wide and crying out. Brad stood in front of her, feeding her his cock so she had something to choke on while Derek destroyed her hole.
They double-teamed her. Brad in her throat, Derek in her ass. Manilia under the table licking Derek’s balls and the place where his cock disappeared into Jane.
Derek came deep. Jane felt the hot pulse, the sudden fullness, the warm overflow that leaked out around his shaft when he kept thrusting. He pulled out slow. A thick white stream of cum poured from Jane’s open asshole and dripped onto Manilia’s waiting tongue.
Brad ordered Manilia to clean it thoroughly. She did—tongue pushing inside Jane’s used hole, scooping every drop, swallowing, going back for more until Jane was shaking.
Then it became a free-for-all.
Two men bent Jane over the couch again. One in her mouth, one in her ass. Another stood beside them and used Manilia’s face. Manilia’s hands were still cuffed behind her back. She could only take what was given.
Jane’s ass was already loose and creamy from Derek. The next guy slid in easy, fucked her hard, and added his own load. Then another. By the time the fifth man finished in her, Jane’s hole was a messy, gaping, overflowing wreck. Cum ran down her thighs in thick white streaks. Manilia was kept busy on the floor, licking it up as it fell.
Brad watched, stroking himself, occasionally stepping in to slap Jane’s ass or shove three fingers into her stretched hole just to feel how open she was.
Marcus wanted seconds. He bent Jane over the balcony railing, city lights glittering below them, and fucked her ass while the others watched from inside. Manilia knelt between Jane’s legs and licked her clit the entire time. When Marcus came he stayed buried deep, grinding, forcing every drop as far inside as he could.
Jane’s legs were shaking. Her voice was gone. She could only moan and drool and push back for more.
They brought her back inside and laid her on the big sectional. Manilia was uncuffed and ordered to sit on Jane’s face. Jane ate her slave’s cunt while three different men took turns in her ass. One after another. Cum on top of cum. Manilia ground down on Jane’s tongue, finally allowed to come, shaking and crying out while Jane’s hole was used like a public toilet.
Brad finally joined properly.
He pulled Manilia off Jane’s face, shoved her onto her back, and told Jane to mount her. Jane straddled Manilia in a sixty-nine, face buried in her slave’s cunt, ass in the air. Brad pushed into Jane’s already-ruined hole from behind. The remaining men formed a circle. Jane sucked whoever stepped up. Manilia’s mouth was free for anyone who wanted it.
Brad fucked her slow and deep, feeling the mess of other men’s loads squelching around his cock. He reached under and played with Jane’s clit while he talked to the room.
“Look at my wife. Married. Collared slave under her. Ass full of bachelor-party cum. And she still wants more.”
He came hard, adding his own creampie to the mix. When he pulled out, a thick river of mixed cum poured out of Jane and onto Manilia’s face and tits. Manilia licked what she could reach. The men standing over them stroked the rest onto both women until Jane and Manilia were painted.
Someone produced a thick glass plug. Brad pushed it into Jane’s leaking hole to keep everything inside for a while. Jane whimpered around the cock currently in her mouth.
They gave her water. Let her rest for twenty minutes with Manilia curled against her, still licking stray drops from her skin. Then the second round started.
This time they used both of them more equally. Manilia was bent over the coffee table and taken anally by two different men while Jane sat on the couch and watched, legs spread, fingering her own plugged ass. Brad ordered Jane to pull the plug out. A fresh gush of cum poured onto the floor. Manilia was made to clean it with her tongue before the next cock went into her.
Jane and Manilia were ordered onto their hands and knees side by side. Two men fucked their asses in rhythm. Brad stood in front and switched between their mouths. When the men came, they pulled out and painted both women’s lower backs. Manilia and Jane were told to turn and lick each other clean while the next pair of cocks lined up.
It went on for hours.
By the time the party wound down, Jane’s asshole was a soft, open, thoroughly used hole that stayed slightly gaped even when empty. Cum was dried on her thighs, her tits, her face, her hair. Manilia looked the same—eyes glassy, lips swollen, collar still in place.
Marcus, the groom, got the final use of Jane. He bent her over the kitchen counter one last time, pushed into her wrecked ass, and fucked her with long, possessive strokes while Brad filmed and the others cheered. When he came he stayed deep, whispering that he was going to think about this every time he fucked his new wife.
Jane only moaned and pushed back.
Brad finally collected them. He dressed Jane in the stolen crotchless panties and the babydoll. Manilia stayed naked except for the collar and the blindfold. They left the loft with Jane’s ass still leaking slowly into the lace.
In the elevator Brad pushed Jane against the wall, yanked the panties aside, and slid two fingers into her open hole. He pulled them out shiny and fed them to Manilia.
“Swallow.”
Manilia did.
In the car on the way home Jane sat in the back with Manilia’s head in her lap, the slave’s tongue gently working her sore, creamy hole the entire ride. Brad drove with one hand on the wheel and the other stroking himself.
At home he ordered both of them into the shower. He washed them carefully, then bent Jane over under the spray and fucked her ass one more time while Manilia knelt and licked his balls. He came inside Jane again—his personal claim after all the strangers.
They fell into bed after. Jane in the middle. Brad behind her, still half-hard against her used hole. Manilia in front, face pressed to Jane’s soft tits, licking occasionally in her sleep.
Brad kissed the back of Jane’s neck.
“Best bachelor party Marcus will ever have.”
Jane smiled against Manilia’s hair, already half-asleep, hole still gently leaking onto the sheets.
“We’re doing this again for the next one,” she murmured.
Brad’s hand slid down and rested over her open, creamy ass.
“Count on it.”
The next morning Jane woke first. Manilia was already between her legs, tongue soft and thorough, cleaning what was left from the night before. Brad was still asleep. Jane stroked Manilia’s hair and spread her thighs wider.
“Good girl,” she whispered. “Keep going. Get every drop.”
Manilia did.
Later, when Brad was awake and coffee was made, Jane told him about the security guard from the lingerie store. Brad listened, smiled, and said they should go back next week. Maybe bring Manilia in nothing but the stolen blindfold and the collar. See what the manager wanted in exchange for silence.
Jane’s cunt clenched at the thought.
She looked at Manilia, still on her knees on the kitchen floor, waiting for the next order.
“Come here,” Jane said.
Manilia crawled.
Jane bent her over the table, spit on her fingers, and pushed two into Manilia’s tight little asshole. Manilia gasped and stayed perfectly still, the way she had been trained.
Brad watched from his chair, already hardening again.
“We should take her shopping this afternoon,” he said. “See what else she can steal for us.”
Jane worked a third finger into Manilia and twisted.
“Yes,” she said. “Let’s.”
They did.
That afternoon the three of them returned to the same boutique. Different manager this time—younger, hungrier. He caught them almost immediately. Jane made sure of it. She bent over the same glass counter. Manilia dropped to her knees. Brad stood by the door and watched while the new manager used Jane’s mouth, then her cunt, then finally her still-tender ass, adding one more creampie to the collection from the night before.
Manilia cleaned everything again.
They left with more stolen lingerie and the young manager’s promise that the store’s back room was always available if they wanted to “settle” future incidents privately.
Brad drove them home with Jane’s head in his lap and Manilia’s face between Jane’s thighs in the back seat.
That night they ordered takeout and ate naked. Manilia served them on her knees. Afterward Brad bent Jane over the living-room couch and fucked her ass slow while Manilia licked his shaft every time it pulled out of her. When he came he ordered Manilia to suck the creampie out of Jane and share it with her in a long, filthy kiss.
Jane swallowed what Manilia gave her and smiled.
“I love our life,” she said.
Brad kissed her forehead.
“So do I.”
Manilia rested her cheek against Jane’s thigh, waiting for the next command, already wet again.
They would take her shopping again soon. There were other stores. Other managers. Other parties.
And Jane’s married asshole was always ready for whatever came next.
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