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 Thank you very much for reposting the parts of this story.  I never saw
your post on the news group, but I found it in dejanews.  I am disappointed
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again. MY NEIGHBOR'S SEX SLAVE, MY WIFE Part 3 SHELLY'S ENLARGEMENT

   It's been 3 years since my young neighbor, Dave, has taken sexual
control of my wife, Shelly.  In many ways Shelly has changed a lot over the
past three years.  She's 43 years old now and in superb shape.  When this
all started she was 40, well proportioned, and pretty in a "conservative
housewife" sort of way.  She wouldn't have been considered a beauty in
anyone's book, but she was fairly attractive, if a little plain.  Almost
from the beginning, Dave has had my wife on a strenuous work out program.
Now, 3 years later, she weighs in at about 130, down from 135 or so.  More
importantly, her muscle tone is unbelievable for a 43 year old woman.  Her
legs and arms are firm and solid, her stomach is trim and flat, and her ass
is as tight as a 20 year old's.  Her breasts are a 37B and only sag a bit.

   Shelly spends a lot of time on her appearance, she considers it her
full-time job to be desirable for her young stud, her dominant master.  She
spends 3 days a week keeping her full body tan, sometimes sunbathing nude
in our backyard, sometimes at the salon.  She has her hair done twice a
week, and gets a facial and manicure weekly.  In addition, she spends
several hundred dollars a month on clothing ...  lingerie and it extremely
suggestive outerwear that sometimes borders on truly slutty.

   After three years her devotion to Dave and his cock is as strong as
ever, if not more so.  Unbelievably, our marriage has survived and
flourished.  Dave has no interest in being married to Shell, in fact, I
don't think he'd be interested in her if she wasn't married.  It's the
thrill of taking another man's wife that drives him.

   When she's with me we have an almost perfect life together.  We have
many of the same interests, we read the same books, we like the same
movies, we play tennis, we talk about our future, our golden years to come
...  everything you'd expect from a couple happily married for 23 years. 
Everything except sex, as I'm rarely allowed to have sex with my wife.

   Our almost nonexistent sex life was reinforced last night.  Although I
was unaware, Dave has had Shelly keep a diary, he labeled it, "Who I Fuck
...  by Mrs.  Shelly Anderson".  In it, she has kept a tally of how many
times she's caused a man to release his load, and where in/on her body it
was released. It was exactly one year ago yesterday that she began keeping
the diary.  I found out about it last night, Dave made her tell me a long
series of statistics from it, such as :



   In the past year she's brought men to orgasm 796 times.



   She's been with 42 different men, ages 17 to 63.



   Of the 796 loads of cum she's taken, 440 have been Dave's;

   346 have been with 40 other men, and 10 were with me.

   Of the 796 loads, about half, 404, have been shot in

   her sweet and slippery pussy.



   Of those, she was taken in the missionary position 105 times,

   from behind with her on her hands and knees 158 times, with the

   man laying on his back and Shelly riding him 70 times, from

   behind with Shelly standing 61 times, and in other ways 10 times.



   Men have cum in her pretty mouth 260 times ...  180 times

   with the man sitting and Shelly on her knees before him,

   32 times with Shelly laying on her back getting tit fucked

   then plowed in the mouth at the end, 40 times with Shelly

   just getting face fucked while laying on her back and taking

   a cock down her throat; and 8 times in "other ways".



   She's taken it up her tight asshole 75 times, and had men

   come on the outside of her body 21 times (although she

   didn't keep records, she said that most who came outside

   her body, came on her face.)

   After hearing the details, I was amazed at the extent to which my wife
has been a sex toy for others.  I knew that she was with Dave a lot, and I
knew that Dave loaned her to others from time to time, but I had no idea
that she was being used so much, despite my fucking her so little.

   The "rules" for sex between my lovely wife and I have also developed
over the past few years.  I can fuck her only when I ask Shelly to ask Dave
for me, for permission.  Even then, I can't ask more than once every two
weeks.  It can't conflict with any other "duties" that Shelly may have, and
it can't be on any day when Dave plans to have her later.  When we do fuck
Shelly can't wear makeup or any of the slutty outfits that she taunts other
men with, we can only do it in the missionary position, and I have to be
done in 15 minutes.  Shelly wears a long nightgown with a slit in the
front. She turns out the lights, pulls the slit in her nightgown apart and
I fuck away.  Dave has warned her not to come, or derive pleasure when we
fuck.  As a result, she watches educational TV while I fuck her.  I can't
remember the last time I saw her naked, lthough I do see her dressed in
some pretty slutty outfits as she prepares for her "dates".  This way, Dave
indirectly controls me as well as Shelly.  He knows that I won't get in the
way, or cause trouble, because if I do, he'll cut me off for a longer
period.  In fact, beginning about two months ago, I even have to get
permission from Dave to jack myself off in between fucks with Shell.  He
told me that if he even thinks that I've done it without permission, that I
won't get any pussy for three months.

   This afternoon Shelly came home from Dave's at about 6PM and started
preparing our dinner.  She didn't have time to change or clean up, so when
I got home at 6:15, she looked just like she had when she left Dave.  Her
hair was a little messy, she wore a formfitting top that would remind you
of a one piece bathing suit, but partially sheer, her nipples were visible
from 6 feet or so, but not overly visible at a distance, unless you looked
hard.  She wore a peach colored skirt, very full, but very short, in fact
when she reached to get plates from the cupboard it rose a couple of inches
exposing her stocking tops and garter snaps.  Her stockings were a shear
smoky color and she wore peach colored pumps to match her skirt ...  as
always, 3-4 inches and very delicate.

   As she reached for drinking glasses on a higher shelf I could see a glob
of Dave's pearly white cum clinging to the inside of her stocking covered
thigh and beginning to slide down, making a long stain on her pretty
stockings.  When she turned and saw me staring, she looked down to see what
I was looking at ...  when she saw it, her face turned a bright red, but
she didn't say a word, she just continued to get our supper ready.  I
thought it was sweet that she was embarrassed by it, even after three
years.

   We had a pleasant dinner, as we always do.  I told her about my day at
work, and she told me about the things she needed to get done around the
house.  As we were standing together, after dinner, doing the dishes, she
said "Al, I don't know how to tell you this ...." and she looked down,
embarrassed.

   "Well, Shell, after everything that's happened, you can tell me, after
all, what haven't I heard already", I said in a comforting tone and placed
my hand on her shoulder, reassuring her.

   "Well it's hard to ...", she looked away again.

   "It's OK honey, no matter what it is, I promise I'll understand", I
assured her.

   "I'll be ...", she paused again.  "I'll be going away for a six weeks
starting next Monday.  There I got it out.  I'll hire a housekeeper to take
care of things while I'm gone.  Will you be o.k.?", she asked.

   Now Shell had gone away with Dave on wild weekends before.  In fact he
took her to his 10 year high school reunion back in Illinois and fucked her
around, sharing her with his old buddies, but she'd never been gone more
than a few days.

   "Why so ..  ", I barely got out and she replied," I'll be in the
hospital for a day and in recovery for about 6 weeks ....  I'll be in
California."

   "What?  Are you o.k ?  What's wrong, are you sick, tell me", I asked,
very concerned.  The first thing that went through my mind was that she was
sick.

   "No it's not that, Al, I'm o.k .  In fact, I can't remember feeling
better.  Dave told me this morning that he's having my breasts enlarged and
he wants me out of sight during the recovery.  He'll be with me as I go
into surgery, but as soon as the Doctors tell him everything's o.k, he's
having a friend pick me up and take care of me until I heal 100%.  He said
he wants the full effect of seeing me as a 37B and then a ....", she
stopped.

   "As a what", I prodded, "What's he going to do to you".

   "He ....  He, oh Al, he's going to enlarge my breasts to a 44DD", she
said with obvious concern in her voice.  "I told him it was too much, that
I'd look gross ...  I told him I'd be happy to firm up what I have, even to
have an implant to go to a 39 or 40 ....", she started to cry just a
little, "but a 44, and a double D, no less.  I asked, no begged him to
reconsider, but he's ......  well he's set on turning me into his dream
slut.  He says there'll be more changes later, not so dramatic as the boob
job, but "enhancements" just the same." She was a bit sullen and looked
squarely at the floor.

   "You don't have to do it honey, you can walk away from him any time ...
he's told you that before.  If you don't want to do it, don't.", I said,
trying to help.

   She just looked at me and shook her head, "You don't get it do you, you
just don't understand.  I WANT to do it, I want to do whatever it takes to
please him ...  I need to be his plaything.  I can't explain it, but if
it's what he wants, then it's what I want.  That's why it's so upsetting to
me ....  the thought of it, the thought of our neighbors and friends, your
co-workers, your boss ...  the thought of them seeing me as a 44DD.  Up to
this point, except for the men that Dave has me fuck, I've been able to
keep the fact that I'm a submissive sex slut, a secret.  It makes me
unbelievable hot to think about what people will think and say when my huge
new tits make it impossible for me to hide it any longer." Giving me a
devilish smile, she continued, " ....  and what will they say about you,
hon ....?  "

   The following week she prepared for her trip and arranged for a
housekeeper.  After going back and forth in her own mind for several days
on what she would tell our friends and neighbors about her absence, in the
end she decided to just go without telling anyone or making up any stories.
She concluded that when she got back that it would be obvious to everyone
where she went and why, so why lie about now.  It was hard to argue with
her logic, but I still wondered what I'd say if someone asked where she
was. She told me that it was my problem, that I could say whatever seemed
the right thing, depending on who I was talking to.

   The day she left I took the morning off work to be with her.  I watched
her pack her things, and interestingly enough, except for the outfit she
wore, she didn't take any of her slutty clothes.  She'd bought sensible
panties, cotton socks, loose slacks, and comfortable blouses.  Considering
that she'd be dressing so conservatively, I wondered why she hadn't packed
any bras.  Then it occurred to me, after the first day, they wouldn't fit.
She was going off to be changed.  She'd would no longer be my sweet,
conservative housewife, even if she wanted to.  After her operation she'd
be pure top grade prime slut ....  all the time, impossible to hide.  She
finished packing her suitcase and dressed for the trip, again, away from me
as I wasn't able to see her completely naked.

   I heard the backdoor ...  footsteps in the kitchen.  It was Dave.  "Hi
Al, where's our girl?"

   "She's getting dressed, she should be about ready", I replied.

   "Well, why don't I just check on her", Dave smiled.  He walked to
thebedroom door and opened it.  Before entering he turned around, looked at
me,and said, "You know I'm going to fuck her, don't you Al." I nodded, yes.

   "I'm feeling particularly nasty tonight Al.  I think I'm just going to
walk up, bend her over and shove my dick in her tight ass.  I'll grab hold
of those little 37B's for one last buttfuck before she's a new woman.  Man,
just thinking about it is getting me hot and ready to fuck.  Well, gotta
get your wife fucked and there's not much time, got a plane to catch you
know" he smiled and shut the door behind him.  You night think it would be
a problem, Dave just bending her over for an ass fuck, but it's not. 
Shelly always keeps herself lubricated for just such an occasion.  After
one dry fuck about a year ago, she's never been without a slippery asshole.

   I could hear Shelly moaning and talking to him in the next room ...  I
should have left, but I just couldn't.  I wanted to see her off, after all,
It'd be 6 weeks before I'd see my bride again.  After only 5 minutes or so
of Shell's moaning and the clanging and banging of the dresser (he bent her
over and had her place her hands on the dresser for balance), I heard Dave
give a loud groan, "TAKE MY CUM, YOU WHORE".  He yelled it loud enough that
I was worried about someone outside could hear.

   About 30 seconds later he yelled, "Al, come on in here and get Shell's
luggage, come on now, we're going to be late."

   I walked in, unprepared for what I saw.  My wife was still bent over,
holding the top of the dresser.  She wore red heels, red stockings, and a
short red cocktail dress that was thrown up on her back.  Dave was still
standing behind her, his cock lodged in her ass.  Dave then gave two
orders, both in the same breath, "Dave, take her bags to the car" was the
first, and "clean me off, slut", was the second.  With that, I watched my
wife of 23 years stand, dislodge her master's cock from her ass, turn
around and kneel before him, and lick and suck his cock clean.  To say the
least, I was stunned.  "Get the fucking bags Al", Dave yelled, as Shelly
sucked his prick, "haven't you ever watched a whore give a blow job?" He
laughed as I picked up her bags and carried them to the car.

   Dave and Shelly left, Dave's cum still packed into my wife's ass.  At
the airport Dave was a perfect gentleman, carrying Shell's luggage, opening
doors, and taking care of all the details.  Other than sex, Dave never
imposes on Shell.  She doesn't cook or clean or do any work for Dave, just
sex.

   SIX WEEKS LATER

   Shelly called from the airport, telling me she'd get a cab and be home
in a half hour.  I was apprehensive to say the least.  My pretty wife of 23
years has gone off to have her bust enlarged from a 37B to 44DD.  I had no
idea what to expect, but I sure knew the change would be noticeable.

   I heard a car door open and close...  I heard a key in the front door,
and I watched it slowly open.  I stood, motionless, my mouth agape, without
words.  My lovely wife stood before me in a short red dress made of a
fairly shiny material, spaghetti straps over her shoulder.  The bodice was
low and square cut, the top 3rd of her now enormous tits pushed up and were
on display.  It looked as though she was wearing a pushup bra, but she
wasn't.  The implants were large, firm, and tight, making her tits stand
out firm and high and she had extremely pointy nipples, they couldn't be
seen through the material, but they made large and hard protrusions through
the front of her dress.  There'd be no question in anyone's mind when they
saw her ...  it was obvious that she had a boob job.  A particularly large
and artificial looking one at that.  Her new chest had a really slutty look
to it ...  obviously meant for only one thing ...  to turn men on.