C.U.F.F.S.

C.U.F.F.S. { Consensual, Ultimate acceptance, Future Forced Slave }

By DJC

Chapter One

It started out as fun.

Susan Banks, 29 years old. Had and still has the looks of a model which she always dreamt of being at a teen before she got married. Her only problem if you can call it a problem were her breasts. Too big for most of today's skin and bone fashion models. She told those who suggested it, that she had no desire to be a bimbo for swim suit modeling or worse. Secretly she would have jumped at the opportunity if her family or friends wouldn't have found out about it. Susan got wet even thinking of thousands of men jerking off looking at her body in pictures. Pictures that never came about because of her strict up bringing and not really having someone who supported such risqué thoughts.

That was until she met Bob. One could never say they were the perfect couple as Bob was a bit of a workaholic but Sue saw things in him that went way beyond his mediocre looks. Bob was a man of ideas, often off the wall ideas and even more than a little of a risk taker. This was something in a man, Susan had never experienced before. All her small town boy friends were straight laced and always coloring inside the lines.

Bob and Sue got married within a year of dating. Sue was happy that her parents weren't alive to object to her marriage. They would have never approved of a divorced man 8 years her senior. They had always hassled her about who she dated and how she acted even up till she was 20. This was mainly because of her older sister Jill. Jill was 10 years older than Susan. She left their small town when she was only 18 and immediately got herself knocked up. Unmarried with a little girl, Jill's parents were devastated and refused to ever talk to her. But before she died, her mother asked Sue to contact her sister and always be there for her. She did and the sisters became close even though they lived a good 200 miles apart.

So Bob and Sue got married and it was typical bliss for the first year, year and a half or so until Bob moved into a management role and his work began taking time away from the marriage.

It became obvious to both of them what was beginning to happen. Bob wasn't going to let another marriage slip down the drain so they began talking about how to spice up their marriage. It was the opportunity Sue had imagined. She eased into how she felt about some off the wall sexual ideas and in a short time they began making plans.

First step was for Sue to get herself a few sexy outfits. Bob was not shocked about her idea of buying an outfit that might be a bit risqué. As a matter of fact he told her to go for something outright slutty. It was fun and exciting the day they went to the mall. Susan couldn't believe how just how wet her panties were as they drove to the mall. True they didn't have the courage to shop in their own town's malls so they drove to Brook View a short 18 miles south.

Picking out the right outfit soon became a challenge between them. First Sue came out in a red filmy cocktail dress, so short that the hem was a mere 3 inches from flashing her panties.

Bob asked what about showing a little of those melons. He held up a black number nearly as short but with a wide open front that would show plenty of cleavage. Sue nearly climaxed when she put it on and dared to step out of the dressing room to show Bob. It was obvious at first glance her husband had a hard on from just imagining her going out in public in such an outfit.

It was Sue's turn to show she could be as bold as him. "What's the matter hubby? Afraid if your baby shows a bit too much skin you'll chicken out?"

Bob said, "Tell you what slut wife. You get your ass back in there and I'll pick out two outfits. You can choose which one you want to go home in but there is no turning back, right?"

Sue smiled. This was exactly the excitement she wanted to feel. Wanton, sexy, hell slutty.

She couldn't help fingering herself as she waited for Bob's new choices. She just finished her climax when Bob knocked on the changing room's door. Sue put out her hand to take the outfits. "Oh no. Give me the clothes you came in wearing." he demanded. In a few seconds she held out the skirt and blouse she wore to the mall. But Bob didn't hand her any outfits. "I said the clothes you came in wearing."

"I gave you everything." She replied getting a little worried what he was plotting.

"No, not everything." Bob replied.

It became obvious what he wanted. Soon the bra and panties came flying out. "Can I keep my shoes?" She defiantly asked. He replied he wanted them too.

What the fuck was he up to? This was a clubwear dress store, not a shoe store but she wasn't about to be the one who backs down today.

Finally, her husband handed her the two outfits he just picked out. Susan immediately noted how little material there was for two complete dresses.

The first outfit was a white PVC dress. Sue struggled to shimmy into it and once on tingled with excitement at what she saw in the mirror. The material stretched tightly and molded every curve of her body and the thin white plastic material clearly was designed to be worn with undergarments because her breasts not only appeared to look like they were only covered by a thin coating of white paint but also the tightness pushed her already large breasts together creating an over flowing cleavage affect. But the worse was how short and tight the bottom molded and showed off her bare ass cheeks while the hem was a meager inch below her now bare pussy. Her nipples and areolas were clearly discernable through the filmy stretched plastic and depending on how she stood or moved so too was the dark triangle of her love nest.

Bob giggled when she heard his wife's frustrating sighs and groans within the dressing room.

The next dress seemed to Sue to be nothing more than a red hot pile of straps and belts. It had narrow bands which came from a halter type top that covered less than a third of each of her full firm tits. There basically was no back nor sides to the top. The top came all the way down to below her navel where an equally short shirt had slits up the front of both thighs. Again without underwear, a wrong stride and one of those slits could part enough to expose her naked pussy. Sue noted the size before she tried it on. It was a 4 and she knew she told Bob to pick out size 6's when she told him he could pick out the outfits.

"Ah, honey sweetie." She called to him. "I don't suppose the fact that both of these outfit are 2 sizes smaller than I need was a mistake by any chance was it?"

"Well my horny wet darling. You told me I could pick ANY outfit for you to choose and you said you would deal with it so pick one to be my slut in."

Sue bit her lip but her arousal and the excitement and thrill of it all was what she wanted and she sure as hell was feeling it now. She walked out in the white PVC. Turned to show it off to Bob and countered with her own snide comment. "Do you mind much if we get them both. I wouldn't want to be seen in the same dress too often when we go out."

Her husband was shocked. He was completely convinced with the deliberate raunchy choices of outfits he had given her that she would have give up in this game and declared him the winner. Instead she was challenging him even further.

"Now if I may have my shoes we can go now." She stated with a wanton smirk.

"Holy fuck." Bob thought to himself. "She's really willing to walk out of this store and into the mall in that slut outfit. He was shocked at her boldness but it was her smirking that really set him off again.

"I believe there are shoe stores where we can purchase a pair or two stilettos to go with those outfits. Why don't you wait for me out in front of the store while I pay for these things. At last Bob saw the first inkling of apprehension in his wife's expression. "Push me will you woman. I'll show you two can push the limits to the extreme."

Bob and Sue fucked like teenagers that night. In reality, they couldn't even wait the 18 mile drive. Sue gave him a blow job during the ride home. Bob lasted only a short time before her exploded.

They both recalled the look the young sales clerk at the shoe store had when Sue sat in the chair before him and he got an unobstructed view of her naked cunt with the short plastic dress' hem riding up her thighs as she tried on 6 different pairs of shoes. They bought one 5" strap on pair of heels and a 6" pair of stilettos that she had difficulty even standing up in.

Both Bob and sue had to admit the day was the most arousing time they had in months and promised to keep the fires burning with other innovations. Susan was so happy that Bob not only seem to understand her longing to let her wild side out a bit but was an enthusiastic partner in helping her play the part of Slutty Sue.

TO BE CONTINUED