Trade In – Ch. 03

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Mary stood in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, a cup of tea would help her clear her head. As it heated to a boil, Mary absentmindedly put a hand up her t-shirt and began to tug on a nipple, pulling downwards firmly and remembering the humiliating objectification of her breasts as the young woman had inspected them, then made her use them.

She felt her pussy respond and she quickly pulled the new bike shorts off, before they got all wet too. She looked down and saw the lining of the crotch was already marked with mucous from her lunchtime labours. Not surprising. She figured they were brand new and probably needed a wash before wearing them to class anyway.

By the time the kettle beeped Mary was standing in her kitchen, legs slightly apart, four flat fingers pressed against her slippery lips and clit while she tugged on each nipple, one after the other, with her free hand. She shook her head and pulled her hands away. Fiddling with herself to the memories of the younger woman was becoming habitual – and this time, being mean to her own nipples was part of the act.

She put the hot water in her cup to steep and picked up the little gift bag Melanie had handed her on the way out. She pulled out a clear glass butt plug. She looked at it closely, fascinated.

Anal had never really been on her radar. She had tried it once with a boyfriend in college, after a party, while they were drunk. They’d managed to get the head of his dick in, but it hurt when he tried to move in or out. So they held position for a few minutes, his excitement soon wore off and he stared to lose his erection until he was unceremoniously squeezed out. He hurried into the bathroom, there was a bit of a smell and enough embarrassment that he never brought it up again. It was something she could do without. The size of her husband’s dick was reason enough to avoid it when it had come up in their marriage, the thought of taking it actually scared her.

Mary’s attitude was different today. She had a beautiful young woman expecting photographic evidence of anal insertion and a newfound desire to do as instructed.

Mary couldn’t wait, she rummaged through the cupboard, lucky to find an old jar of coconut oil – it seemed like the obvious solution.

She took it to the bathroom and laid the bath matt on the tiles, kneeling down on her elbows and knees, preparing herself doggy style. She could feel the cool air in her hot wet vagina, she felt so ready for penetration. She smeared coconut oil on the butt plug, all over and right down to the base, careful to cover every square millimetre.

She reached back behind her and lined the tip up with her sphincter, finding the right place. She gently pushed. Her asshole was certainly closed. She relaxed and pushed a bit harder, letting her pussy open up as well. She could feel the tip shift up inside her, her whole asshole was being pushed in too. She pushed until it hurt. Not a lot of movement. It wasn’t just sliding in like she’d hoped.

“More lube,” she muttered to herself and lay the slippery butt plug on the tiles. She scooped out a little piece of coconut oil, it was still solid at this temperature, but quickly melted as she rubbed it around her asshole. Having her fingers back there felt like a good way to learn. She pushed the tip of her slippery index in. It actually popped through quite easily, but she soon felt the grip, like her asshole was dry. It seemed the oil was only on the outside. She had an idea.

Mary got herself another small scoop of coconut oil, and this time, quickly put it back on her asshole and tried to push the chunk in, before it melted.

It worked, sort of, she pushed it in to about half way down her index finger, then felt her bottom swallow it all the way inside. The chunk simply disappeared.

She tried again, this time holding a piece just inside her, trying to stay open around it while it melted in place. That didn’t take long at 37°.

She shoved a couple more chunks up there for good measure – better to be slippery than sorry.

Picking up the butt plug, she tried again, lining it up and beginning to push. This time she felt her asshole open up around it – the lubrication was working.

Although the butt plug didn’t look very big, it sure felt big back there. She wasn’t exactly sure how much she had inside, but she kept on pushing and stretching. It got uncomfortable. She felt open.

Just as she reached the boundary of her comfort zone, the whole pressure system changed. The butt plug started moving in all by itself.

“Oooft,” sighed Mary, her fingertips trailing behind the plug as it settled between her cheeks. She stayed there panting, ass up in the air, getting used to the fact that she’d just penetrated her own asshole.

She slowly got up off the floor, grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up around the butt plug, trying to wipe up excess oil. Then washed her hands and went back out to the kitchen.

Walking escort bursa around with a butt plug in was dominating her psyche, she felt exactly like the submissive sex object she became under her husband’s big dick. Yet here she was, home alone, putting herself into this state. She was so turned on, but refused to touch herself, now getting off on her own denial. The static stretch of her sphincter was the only sexual stimulation she allowed. Swinging her hips as she walked, accentuated the sensation and objectifying herself too.

Her tea was barely lukewarm by the time she got back, she pulled out the teabag and put it in the microwave to revive it.

Then picked up her phone and leaned forward against the bench, pulling her t-shirt up at the back to reveal her whole bottom. She pushed it out as she reached back to snap a few photos.

When she looked, she couldn’t even see the butt plug, it was way up between her big butt cheeks, like it had been swallowed whole. She could just make out the glint of glass in the shadow of her crack, where the sun don’t shine.

She had to try again. Laying her front on the bench-top she reached back and pulled one butt cheek to the side, while her other hand snapped away blindly with the camera.

The last photo was spot on, butt plug dead centre, her butt spread asymmetrically by her grasping fingertips.

Mary sent it off, double checking that she was only sending it to Melanie. Then flicked back to gaze a the photo one more time, cinching her asshole around glass, feeling and seeing how it was holding her open.

She picked up her tea, and at the first sip, her phone dinged. Melanie had given it a thumbs up.

“You’ll make a good 3 hole housewife for my boyfriend ;)” Said the following message, then, “I want a picture of you plugged at least 3 days a week from now on.”

Mary couldn’t believe what this woman was making her do – and oh how she loved the attention. She felt genuinely grateful that Melanie was taking an interest in her sexually. Or, at least taking an interest in her sexual performance.

Mary sat on a stool at the kitchen bench, cupping her tea and calming her nerves – she found she could sit quite comfortably with the butt plug in.

She finished her tea.

There was only one way to distract herself from the arousal, she’d have to direct the energy into housework and chores.

She pulled on her baggy shorts and got to it, filling up the mop bucket with hot water and floor cleaner. She carried it to the kitchen. Then she decided she would do better, work harder, so she went back and found the big scrubbing brush.

For the first time in her entire life, she got down on her hands and knees and began to scrub the kitchen floor.

It felt good to be working harder. Sure, it was a far cry from her previous career in science, working in a lab with a team of people to process large amounts of data.

She didn’t feel any resentment towards her husband this time. He made more money than she ever would have, so it made sense for him to keep his career over her. She still had an important job to do, keeping the household and kids in order wasn’t an easy task – and this newfound kink made her acceptance of domestic servitude especially erotic. She used to be a smart young scientist, now here she is, a soft submissive housewife, hot for humiliation.

Mary clenched her asshole and scrubbed harder, smiling simply at her situation. She didn’t have to worry about high powered computers anymore, she could focus on pleasing her husband and impressing his gorgeous new girlfriend.

As she scrubbed away at the grout and into the corners under the cupboards her mind started to drift back to her little butthole, she couldn’t ignore the sensation of being plugged.

She shuffled back to start a new section of floor, then stopped, putting down the brush, she reached back behind and grasped the base between her fingers, gently pulling the plug out. She felt it open her sphincters from the inside. She relaxed and pushed, like taking a shit, and felt her asshole start to stretch out around it. Then she pushed it back in, accepting the penetration. She liked being good. Learning anal.

Mary pulled up her t-shirt and pressed her bare tits into the cold tiles, laying her cheek in the floor too. She needed to mix in some personal punishment for being this nasty on the kitchen floor. She felt dirty and depraved, but that only made her want it more.

She reached back with her other hand and traced her fingertips along the edge if her asshole as she pulled at the base with her plug hand again, feeling herself start to stretch around it. She pumped it back in, relaxing, opening, accepting. She began to fuck it, her asshole, feeling around with her free fingertips. Opening herself up, a little more each time, until she felt herself reaching the widest point. She held herself there, accepting the stretch of the full circumference, unsure of where to go next. She eased it out görükle escort a little bit more and more. As the stretching sensation reduced she relaxed. The butt plug was out. She felt herself open and empty, ready to accept. So she decided to put it back in.

“Nnnnnn,” she moaned as she jammed it back through her sphincters, opening and closing back down around the base.

God she was desperate to frig herself right there on the floor, fuck her fingers to orgasm. She didn’t, she was in denial, no orgasm, no permission. She knelt and moaned her neediness into floor, instinctively holding her butt cheeks apart with both hands as she silently begged to be boned like a big bottomed bitch.

It was a little while before Mary calmed down enough to resume her scrubbing. She didn’t pull her t-shirt back down, preferring to let her tits dangle and sway, bare in the air, as she worked on her hands and knees. She couldn’t quite believe what was happening, what she was doing, but she couldn’t get enough of treating herself like a lowly wench. It felt addictively nasty.

She soon worked up a sweat, opting to take her t-shirt off completely, allowing her low hanging fruit to swing back and forth under her as she scrubbed. She wanted to degrade herself with this act.

She’d almost finished scrubbing the downstairs bathroom when the doorbell rang.

“Ding Dong”

Mary picked herself up off the floor, not sure who it could be. She ran back through the house to find her t-shirt, tits flapping about.

She got to the door as soon as she could, a little bit flustered and trying to act normal. Pausing just a moment, she reached back and pushed the butt plug deeper, back up into her crack. She couldn’t bear the thought of it slipping out accidentally.

It was her mother-in-law. Thin as a rake and dressed to the nines. Mary’s heart sank.

“Hi Maureen,” she winced. “I didn’t realise you were coming over.”

“I’m here to pick up your children’s sleepover stuff, didn’t my son tell you? He asked me to mind them on Friday night and I was coming past today anyway.”

“Oh, I didn’t realise,” muttered Mary as Maureen followed her into the kitchen. She was mildly annoyed that her husband hadn’t mentioned anything, also quite embarrassed about being plugged, braless and breathless in the presence of his mother.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t got anything ready for you.” Mary pulled up at the kitchen bench.

“Not to worry, I’ll make myself a cup of tea while you pack some things for the children.” Maureen strode past her and put on the kettle.

Mary hated how the old bitch made herself at home in Mary’s own kitchen. She picked up her phone, nodding and taking herself upstairs as the kettle heated.

There was a message from her husband and one from Melanie. She hadn’t checked her phone all afternoon.

Sure enough he had given her the heads up about Maureen and the kids on Friday, an hour and a half ago.

Melanie seemed to know too.

“I told him to offload the kids Friday night. I told him you might like to watch us fuck,” read the text.

Mary stopped at the top of the stairs, a pang of jealousy punched into her gut. Here she was, plugged, panting and packing her kids off for a Friday night.

She squeezed her thighs, mushing her hot wet gash and realised packing wasn’t such a bad chore for a whore. She got it done.

As she said goodbye to Maureen, the older woman turned to her and said, “you must have been exercising, you’ve got a healthy glow.”

Mary was shocked, this was maybe the 2nd time Maureen had complimented her ever, including their wedding. In fact she couldn’t specifically remember her saying anything nice at their wedding now either. Nonetheless, Mary felt strangely satisfied by a few words from the old dragon.

Mary unplugged herself and cleaned up in the shower. By the time she got out she was back into mommy mode and getting ready for school pickup.

“If you wanna watch us fuck on Friday, then you’ll have to ask him, when he gets home from work tonight.” Melanie’s text said.

**

Mary waited until they were ready for bed before she brought it up.

“I know Melanie asked you to organise your mother to take the kids Friday. I really want to watch you two fuck.” Mary wondered what the hell she was saying, that was not the way she meant to say it. “Please,” she added.

“I mean, would you mind?” Mary felt like she was digging a hole with her desire.

Her husband smiled and got into bed, “come here darling,” he said kindly.

She hopped in, a bit flustered and noddled over to him in her nighty, snuggling up close to him.

He put an harm around her and held her lower back, “would it turn you on to watch Melanie and I make love?”

Mary nodded.

“What if it made you jealous?”

Mary shook her head.

“Do you like being jealous?”

Mary nodded, all this talk of jealousy had her so hot and horny for her husband. She put her hand on his semi.

“Mmm… you can hold it. But I’m going to save up for my date with Mel on Friday.” He smiled. “If you still want to watch us on Friday, then we’ll come back here after the party we’re going to.”

Mary nodded, clutching his cock. She sighed, squeezed her thighs and began to quiet her mind for sleep.

The next morning was mayhem, she forgot she was supposed to hold on, and half way through her morning ablutions it struck her. She had already emptied her bladder, but her colon was full. She got up and got on with it and was genuinely needing to shit by the time everyone went out the door.

She sat down and spat on her fingers, she needed to get herself off, or at least close, quickly. Luckily her baseline arousal was not very low, she was wanking properly within a few moments, flicking her bean like a horny teen.

She got close to the edge and began to work herself there, teasing and taunting and not sending it over the edge. It felt so good to be this turned on, she just wished she could get mounted by her husband.

Then it was all too much, she had to shit. She leaned forward, being a nasty bitch as she plopped a big turd while her fingers pressed into her clit. Her shame and pleasure made her whole body shudder. She was doing this to herself.

The rest if the day was relatively normal, except for the buttplug and accompanying photo update, with complimentary thumbs up in return. Although proof of plugging was bound to become routine.

Thursday night her husband let her put it in her mouth, but made her stay still as he stroked her hair and read his book. He was still saving his orgasm for someone else apparently.

Mary woke up on his belly in a puddle of drool where his flaccid dick had flopped out. They’d both fallen asleep like that. She wiped her face and went back to sleep on her pillow.

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It was Friday morning, she focussed on getting everyone out of the house before hurrying into the bathroom to masturbate on the toilet. One hand gently held the bottom of her belly, supporting her full bladder while she spat on three fingers and began stroking her clit. The combination of an uncomfortably full bladder and desperately needy pussy hammered her back into submission. She looked down between her soft thick thighs and continued to pleasure herself to the idea of being a sexual object for her husband and his girlfriend. She teased herself right up until the edge of orgasm, the desire she felt from the orgasm denial was addictive.

She pulled her fingers off her clit and released her bladder, bearing down as a torrent erupted below. She watched on in fascination, it took concentration to conflate these two usually separate sensations, she desperately wanted both biological releases, but was only allowed the one. She moaned out her frustration at the missing orgasm, but also the conciliatory ‘pleasure’ of being able to relieve herself.

Behaving like this for her husband’s beautiful new girlfriend made her feel exactly like the desperate plump housewife she saw when she looked in the mirror. She wiped herself off and started to get ready for her mid-morning yoga class.

She had to admit, she felt kinda hot going out in short tight bike shorts, a bit self conscious, but that was offset by her baggy tee. She wondered if anyone would check out her ass and think about fucking her big bottom from behind.

Melanie’s yoga class was immersive, Mary worked up a sheen of sweat as they all moved through the sequences. She noticed a profound sense of calm as she listened to the young woman’s instructions. It quieted her mind for the duration of the class, she was an empty vessel.

Mary was ready to be told what to do, feeling soft and vulnerable, after the class. She held back until she was the last one left tying up her shoelaces.

“How are you doing honey?” Melanie came over and smiled at her. “Well done in class today. I could see you surrendering quite completely.”

Mary was a bit taken aback. She expected any private interactions after the class to commence with strict orders followed by degrading acts. This seemed like genuine kindness coming from the young woman.

“I’m good,” stammered Mary. “Thank you.. for the class,” she clarified, “I really enjoyed it.”

“My pleasure,” said Melanie. “I’m glad you’re coming along.”

She looked down at the seated wife with a friendly smile.

“I’ve booked us in at the nail salon down the street,” Melanie went on. “I thought it could be nice to hang out, make you nice and pretty for your husband.” She winked.

Mary smiled and nodded, feeling much more comfortable with the young woman taking charge. “I’d really like that.” She felt the familiar flush of arousal blush her cheeks. “Thank you m’am,” she added, making it clear she was feeling submissive. Her heart fluttered at the idea of spending time with Melanie.

Melanie locked up the studio and they walked down past the cafes and shops to a little nail salon, it was basically empty this time of day, with a young Thai woman sitting at the counter. “Hii, Meranie! Welcoome, so good see you. This your frien you bring so welcome,” she bubbled along as they came in the door. “You do toenail and you do finger nail, yes,” pointing to Mary 2nd.

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