Sold Wives

- Karen Kay

- Housewives bought to work at a mansion or perhaps more

	Richard looked at the time again. It was getting late. He was beginning to wonder why his wife, Monica was taking so long. He could smell the sweat scent of her perfume beginning to linger in the living room. She always smelled good and looked so inviting regardless what she was wearing.

	Richard finally decided to see what was keeping her. Monica was busy standing near the bed sorting through her luggage. Richard put his arm around his wife and saw that she was stacking an assortment of panties.

	"Honey, we're going to be late and miss your flight if you don't hurry."

	"I'm almost done darling, just give me another minute."

	She smelled so sweat and looked gorgeous in that tight black dress. The thin stretch like material barely covered her ass and left her long shapely legs exposed right up to the top of her full thighs. She wore nothing underneath.

	Monica leaned over the bed reaching out to close her suit case but not before giving Richard a nice long look at her huge full breasts as they almost spilled out of that tiny dress.

	Richard reached out and tried to cup her left breast but she quickly pushed his hand back using her elbow.

	"You had your chance last night honey. You're just going to have to wait until I get back home."

	Richard pulled away very disappointed. "Honey, I can't help it I was too nervous last night. Couldn't you at least make me cum before you leave?"

	"My plane leaves in an hour and it takes twenty minutes to get to the airport. We just don't have time."

	Monica quickly turned and opened the dresser drawer pulling out a stack of pictures. They were naked pictures of her that Richard had taken last week for Mr.' Croswell.

	"You're just going to have to be satisfied with these for a few weeks."

	Richard sighed as he took the photos from his wife's hand. She quickly grabbed her suitcase and pulled it down off the bed. She extended the handle out so she could pull it along.

	"Come on honey before we're late."

	Richard turned around and placed the stack of photos on top of the dresser and turned and followed his wife's invitingly swaying ass out of the bedroom.

	Richard held his wife's hand as they walked out along the runway. The small private jet was waiting with its loud engines humming as a man loaded the luggage into the compartments.

	There were three other couples standing near the portable stairs to the plane. Monica pointed and said. "I be those women are going to work for Mr Crowley too."

	They stopped and Richard took Monica into his arms. They kissed for what seemed like a long time as Richard held her tight. A man taped him on the shoulder saying.

	"We have to get going now."

	They stopped kissing as Richard held her. "Call me as soon as you land, OK?"

	"I will and don't forget I love you?"

	Richard helped her up the stairs and watched her follow the other blonde into the plane. Richard couldn't help notice that every woman was dressed in a tight black dress and had long blonde hair like his wife.

	Richard stood back watching the small jet taxi down the runaway. He watched until it was airborne and almost completely out of site before he turned and started to walk toward his car.

	Richard stopped at red light thinking about how things have changed over the past several months. He and Monica both lost their jobs at the bank when the merger happened. They were both making good money and had a nice house and everything until things went bad for them.

	Maybe it's luckily that this Mr Crowley came along when he did. It was something like out of a move or something. Almost like the flick called indecent proposal. Except this guy named Crowley came along and offered them three million dollars.

	He gave them a million now and they signed a contract saying they would be paid another two million once Monica returned home. It wasn't like that old Mr Crowley was going to do something indecent with Monica. After all, he was well into his seventies and only wanted Monica to work as a servant at his compound.

	It was a place tucked out in the wilderness of British Columbia. Mr Crowley said it would only be a matter of months that Monica's services would be needed. He made them sign a contract and all.

	Richard pulled into the driveway and quickly walked into the house and turned on a light. It seemed a little strange and quiet in the apartment. Monica's perfume still lingered in the air as Richard walked into the bedroom grabbing the stack of photos off the dresser.

	Richard plopped down onto the bed and started to slowly shuffle through the photos. He looked at the way Monica was smiling. Her long blonde hair cascaded sown over her slightly tanned shoulders in one picture. She was wearing a skimpy black bra and panties. Her legs were tucked to the side revealing her black heels.

	Another photo showed Monica in the nude leaning against the bed wearing only her heels with her smooth round ass pointed directly toward his camera. She was smiling back at Richard at the time as she posed. She was holding onto the footboard with her diamond engagement ring clearly visible in the shot.

	That's what Mr Crowley wanted was to see her wedding rings in each shot. He gave explicate orders for the way he wanted Monica to pose. Richard was getting down to the end of the pile until he came upon the last few shots.

	Monica had her legs spread showing her smooth shaven blonde pussy. Mr Crowley wanted a before shaven and after shaven shots done to prove she was a natural blonde.

	Richard placed the stack of photos down on the bed and looked at the clock. He couldn't wait until his wife called letting him know that she arrived safely.

	Monica stepped off the plane looking around at the beautiful green hills off to the distance. The air was cool and smelled fresh and blew gently in her face as she walked down the narrow flight of stairs.

	She was the first of six housewives' that were on the small private jet. There was a huge black limo waiting for them as they all walked together toward where the man was waiting next to the open door.

	The six housewives' all entered the limo sliding down the curved seat until each one had a place to set. The door closed and they were off on their way to Mr Crowley's compound. Monica met each of the wives on the plane.

	They all laughed and talked on the way to the compound. The limo pulled through a pair of iron gates tucked away in the forest off a winding dirt road. The wives joked about how the location seemed so far away from anything.

	The limo pulled around a circular brick driveway that seemed to go on forever. There was a bronze statue in the center depicting a woman standing naked looking down at a man who was setting near her feet. A closer inspection would reveal the man to be of African decent.

	The wives starting looking out toward a huge mansion and as they began getting out of the limo they were amazed when they looked around and seen other buildings on each side of this large treed compound.

	Everything was secluded and far from even the dirt road they pulled off from. A person could stand and see trees in a complete circle beyond the large compound. The wives were escorted into the main building while their luggage was taken to the servants building.

	Mr Crowley watched the television screen from his private office. He smiled as he watched the six new wives entered the mansion. Their heels clicked on the wood floor as they walked inside where they would be greeted and given a tour of the compound.

	"They all look so splendid! I thin we have a wonderful crop of gorgeous women this time."

	Mr Crowley turned to look at Isabel. "Will you have them ready for next weekend?"

	Isabel stood a few feet away starring up at the television screen with a grin on her face. Isabel had full charge of running the compound for Mr Crowley. She was a dominating black woman who loved her job and took great pride in her work.

	"I don't see any problems. I should have them ready for the basics by Friday. I get started with them this afternoon."

	"Good, I have confidence in your talent to have these women trained properly my dear."

	Isabel laughed wickedly. "Don't you worry any, Mr Crowley? I never let you down in the past have I?"

	Spousal Persuasion

	Cross-dressing husband encourages wife to have an affair

	Cindy fresh out of the shower stood glazing at herself in the full length mirror admiring her gorgeous married figure like she has done so many days before. A natural blonde gifted with large natural full breasts. A thin waist most women would die to have and full round hips with an adorable round ass. She loved to flaunt her petite body and enjoyed the attention she received from other men.

	Married for nine years to a wonderful man that adored her, provided for her and gave her anything her little heart desired. Cheat on Pat? Never! Although the thoughts of feeling a hard cock inside her moist pussy after three dreadful years sounded kind of pleasing. Cindy's close friends have tried to convince her that she shouldn't let such a gorgeous body go to waste. Most of the knew her situation with her husband Pat.

	You see, Pat is a cross-dresser. Cindy knew from the beginning of their relationship that Pat loved to dress up in women's clothes. Cindy thought it was fun and sometimes exciting at the beginning. She would go out shopping for dresses, heels and other things for Pat to wear in the privacy of their home. Cindy would even paint Pat's nails an help him with hair removal on his legs. It started out as a private part time fun thing. Pat was always gentle having sex with her and Cindy loved it because she felt like it was making love to another woman at times.

	Pat would insist on a sixty-nine position most of the time and use a vibrator on her instead of his cock which always frustrated her. Pat's a small man standing only at 5' 1" inches tall. Small boned including his little cock. Pay seemed so embarrassed about the size of his cock. He even had Cindy measure it once and it barely reached four inches when fully erect.

	Cindy was a size one but filled out the tiny dresses she wore to a tee. Sometimes she'd come home and find Pat wearing one of her new dresses. She laughed because he's always put tissue inside the bra trying to fill out the cups to mimic Cindy's large breasts. Pat had natural blonde hair himself and kept it cut much shorter than Cindy's but very feminine.

	Pat worked at home as an architect and worked on designing some very large commercial buildings. He was very successful at his job. There wasn't a holiday or personal celebration that went by that Pat didn't go all out for Cindy buying her flowers, gifts and taking her out to exotic places like for her birthday and such.

	Cindy wanted children so bad but nothing ever amounted to much during the few times they actually had sex. Pat was so reluctant to father children. He always told her he didn't want his son to grow up being like him if he ever had any kids. Of coarse Cindy felt terrible about it and even tried to get Pat some psychological help but that didn't go very far.

	Things started changing about three years ago when Pat started taking hormones. His body started to slowly change until it took it's present day appearance. His ball sack shrank so small his gonads looked like little marbles. Pat started developing breasts and even though they were small Pat loved to joke around saying he wanted to match Cindy's breast size someday.

	Cindy just came to a point in her life that she would just live with it. Pat went further a couple years ago and came out to their friends about his life. Now when they go out to a club or dinner Pat dresses like a woman and even gets men staring at him and sometimes gets wolf whistles. He insists on being called Patty now. There isn't any doubt about Patty passing as a real woman these days. He keeps that tiny little thing of his confined tightly in his panties.

	The last several months have taken even a greater height in their relationship. All Patty talks about these days are about good looking men they see at the clubs they attend together. Friday nights have been their night out at a club together. Patty has made one demand after another and now insists that they no longer wear their wedding rings when they go out. Patty says there is too much to explain when guys ask them to dance or when they dance together.

	Patty want it to look like they are just two girlfriends out for a fun night together. Patty's been doing lots of flirting lately and has insisted on Cindy doing the same. They'd come home and talk and laugh about the guys they met with Patty bringing out a vibrator making sure Cindy enjoyed an orgasm or two before they went to sleep.

	Patty went even further a couple weeks ago when a handsome looking muscular black man asked Cindy to dance. Patty invited him to have some drinks with them that night. Patty kept encouraging Cindy to flirt with the guy and she reluctantly did not only to please her husband but she thought Dan was very charming.

	There was no question that Dan was extremely attracted to Cindy at first. She had seen him staring at her while he sat at the bar that evening. Never once did he look at Patty even when she and Patty were out on the dance floor.

	Once Dan got the invitation to join them he somehow managed to slid right up next to Cindy in that booth that evening. Cindy expected to feel one of Dan's meaty hands on her thigh or knee that evening but he acted like a total gentleman to her surprise. Not like most of the jerks they encounter at the clubs they visited.

	He was nice enough as a gentleman to hold her hand on the way out to the dance floor that evening. Even escorting her back to their booth once their dance was complete making sure none of the other guys hit on her. Dan made Cindy feel so safe that evening. He was much taller than her five-one petite figure. He stood at six-nine and his hands dwarfed her tiny little white fingers.

	Never had she ever dreamed of being attracted to a black man but had to admit that holding Dan's dark had gave her little tingles that night. As a friendly gesture Cindy gave Dan her cell phone number. He called her the very next day to tell her he had a wonderful evening and hoped they could do it again soon.

	When she told Patty that Dan had called her he actually got excited about it. Patty even brought it up later that evening when they were having sex. Well, girly type sex with the vibrator. Cindy got very wet and aroused that night when Patty kept whispering in her ear about the size of black men. She tried to act embarrassed but she knew Patty wasn't buying it the way she responded with the vibrator that night.

	Cindy even called Dan one evening after Patty insisted asking him how his week was going. That's when Dan asked her out on a date. Cindy was caught off guard by Dan's proposal that she told him that she would let him know. After a long discussion with Patty she finally agreed to call Dan back and accept his dinner date. The only agreement she had to make with Patty was that they would eat there and Patty would cook dinner for them.

	Patty was not only excited but couldn't wait until that evening. Cindy had mixed feeling about all this but had butterflies churning in her stomach all day. Walking naked back inside her huge closet she picked up the dress Patty hand picked for her to wear that evening. It was a thin floral dress with bright colors. Thin straps with a built-in bra and very short. Cindy decided on a thong and heels.

	Cindy had mixed thoughts while applying her makeup. Especially after the little comment Patty made last night at bedtime about how excited she was that Cindy was actually going to have a boyfriend. Yes, Cindy fantasized about sex with a well hung man but having sex with Dan never seemed to enter her mind. Yet she was as excited as a school girl on her first date.

	She knew deep down inside that she could never cheat on Patty no matter what the circumstances. Patty never said anything about her having sex with another man. At least not vocally. A little squirt here and there with her favorite perfume. She was ready for her date.

	Dan arrived on time and gave her a gentle peck on her left cheek. Cindy stared at Patty at that moment testing the reaction Patty got when Dan pressed his lips on her cheek. He took Patty's hand and gave her a gentle hand shake after he kissed Cindy's cheek.

	Patty excused herself and trotted out into the kitchen while Cindy escorted Dan into the living room. Dan sat down on the sofa as Patty walked back asking Dan what he's like to drink.

	"Scotch on the rocks if you have it."

	Cindy smiled knowing that Patty knew what she drank as she stood just in front of Dan. Patty smiled and pointed at the sofa.

	"Sit down next to Dan and relax."

	Cindy nervously smiled first at Patty than looked down at Dan as she gently sat right next to him on the sofa. Cindy felt so nervous sitting right next to Dan. The butterflies were churning more now but she was also starting to get other feelings.