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Cheating Wives - Leila Relapses Chapter 11

Leila begs Delia to let her be the house slave
When they got to the house, Nathan asked Leila as he was unlocking the front door, “So, we’re cool?”

She understood him to mean that she wouldn’t mention what had just happened, and said, “I won’t tell her anything about us.”

He opened the door, nodding his head, “Just making sure.”

She went to the bathroom and took a shower. She came out naked, having left her club dress in a tiny heap on the bathroom floor.

Nathan found an old blue and white flower pattern dress that modestly came to her knees. She took it, pulled it over her head and went to the sofa where she promptly collapsed head first into the cushions and fell asleep. She hadn’t had but three hours sleep in two days.

It wasn’t until three hours later and well after dark that Delia got home from work, after first picking up her toddler from the babysitter. She walked inside with her precious one hand in hand and immediately noticed Leila snoring. Nathan kissed her inside the front door, feeling more than a little guilt. “Hey, honey pot,” he said.

“Uh huh! Why didn’t you tell me she was here?” Delia asked. “I’ve been calling her, trying to find out how the hearing went. She hasn’t answered even my texts.”

“Really, wow, ‘cuz she came looking for you. She’s really upset,” Nathan said.

"Ohh! It must’ve gone back,” Delia said.

Nathan shrugged, “Yeah, well, she didn’t make much effort to impress the judge. You should see how she was dressed. I put her little outfit in the washer. Looks like she partied hardcore before she went to court.”

Delia shook her head in dismay and said, “The poor thing. Oh, god, what are we going to do with her.”

Nathan got annoyed. “Why is she our problem again?”

Delia knew the situation was getting on Nathan’s nerves. She had already defended her friendship more than a few times. “Because I owe her. She was there for me when I was like that.”

Nathan raised his arms in exasperation as Delia sat their daughter down in a high chair and started to feed her a child’s menu selection she’d picked up at a fast food restaurant—animal shaped chicken bits and skinny French fries.

“You were never like that, and I think I had something to do with getting you away from all that wild girls scene,” he said, tapping his chest.

She shook her head, recognizing her past wasn’t exactly apples to apples with Leila’s present. “I know, I do and thank you, but you’re more understanding than Joel. You wouldn’t have abandoned me.”

Nathan paced about the kitchen, “Oh Christ sake, listen to yourself. How do you see this ending, Delia? You can’t save her.”

“I can try,” Delia implored.

He shook his right arm, pointing toward the living room, “I’m not blaming Joel for walking. This is on her! That freak over there is like thirty days from street walking to keep snow up her nose.”

“It’s not that bad, Nathan! She still has a job.”

He sat down and stared intently at his wife, “She’s probably going to ask you if she can stay here a while. How you going to handle that? I don’t want her living with us.”

“What do you mean? She still has the house,” Delia said.

“You know as well as I do, you’ve told me yourself, she almost never goes there. It depresses her too much being there alone. She’s always out looking for a man so she can avoid that place. Besides, you know Joel’s going to take it back. It’s just a matter of weeks before he gets a court order and takes everything.”

Delia shook her head and put up her hand, “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore right now. I’m feeding the baby.”

Leila slept on as Delia got her baby washed, dressed and tucked in for the night. She slept through another heated conversation and awoke in darkness. It was after 1 a.m. when she went knocking on the bedroom door. Delia asked through the wall if it could wait until morning and immediately regretted putting her friend off by the tremor in Leila’s voice.

She stepped out and the two went to the kitchen. Delia poured them both a glass of chardonnay and they sat at the table. Leila gave a wrenching outline of the court hearing, tearing and concluding with, “I’ve got to get my shit together.”

Delia listened with Nathan’s point of view in mind and felt herself, for a change, impatient with Leila’s total lack of impulse control.

“Girl, I want to be here for you, but I’ve been listening to you and watching you come apart for months now. You keep saying you won’t let it go further and then you do. You never stop. You knew you was playing with fire and you just kept burning your bridges.”

“Oh, so what, what are you saying? You giving up on me, too? You?”

Leila straightened up on her seat and wobbled her head with resentment. Delia reached over the took her hand.

“Leila, all I’m saying is I don’t know where it goes from here. It’s up to you, isn’t it? You keep going on and on like a broken record, when are you going to learn from all this?”

Leila came to Delia’s house with a desperate plan. She thought now as good a time as any to unveil it.

“Nathan wants to fuck me,” she said.

Delia let go of her friend’s hand, pulled into herself and said, “Did he do something?”

“No,” Leila said. “But I can tell. How he looks at me when you’re not here. And sometimes he asks for details about my sex life.”

The last statement was a total lie, but it had its effect. “Does he,” Delia said, not questioning its veracity.

Leila nodded solemnly, not daring to break eye contact. “Swear to god.”

“I’ll talk to that pig, he won’t be bothering you,” Delia said, her jaw muscles tightening as she planned to rip her husband a new one. But then Leila reached out with both hands gripping Delia’s forearm.

“Please don’t scold him. It’s my fault. You know how men are going to think of a coke-head slut. Delia, I need structure. I came here thinking, and hear me out. If you don’t want any part of this, I’ll understand, but god I am so desperate.

“I miss Ace,” she said.

“What the fuck? That shit? And what does that have to do with the here and now?”

“Delia, you know how I am, better than anyone. I loved what he did to me, some of it, at least how it was when it was just him, before he started … putting me … out there to … to EVERYBODY!”

Sincere water welled up on her eyeballs as she pin-pointed that switch being where it all went wrong. It didn’t occur to her that Delia thought her a fool for cheating in the first place.

“I know, it’s not your thing, but I don’t have anywhere else to turn. I wanna be your slave.”

“Oh, hell no,” Delia said. She pulled her arm away and stood up. “God … oh, god, you are so, SO fucked up. What are you talking about?”

“You and Nathan, I’ll be your maid, your babysitter, your bitch. You can do anything you want with me, just as long as it stays between the two of you. You like doing me. I know he would like doing me. I’ll be good. I’ll turn it all around. Just keep me here, keep me out of trouble and I’ll be your pet.”

Delia paced and waved her arms dismissively as Leila stayed sitting, beseeching her from below. “And we’re supposed to be, what, doms, a couple of doms keeping you in some dungeon. This isn’t a castle. This is crazy talk.”

“Delia, just think about it. Please tell me you’ll think about it. Keep me on a leash. I can’t trust myself out there.”

“Then go to fucking rehab, you dumb bitch! And get a psyche eval while you’re at it.”

“I’m already going for counseling, the judge ordered it,” Leila said. “But rehab isn’t going to save me.”

“Leila, neither of us are into that. It just sounds stupid.”

“How would you know unless you give it a try? Just think of it as a role-play. Fake it til you make it real. Tell me you’ll talk about this with Nathan.”

Leila went to her knees and bowed her head and licked at kissed Delia’s right calf. Delia watched her down there, in her own dress. “Oh, stop. Just stop.”

But Leila kept licking, licking her way up Delia’s leg. And Delia had the fleeting thought that she could get used to this.

It became suddenly obvious to Delia that she had left the bed in nothing but her white combed cotton panty. She took a breath now suddenly filling with sensuous air and he skin tingled, her short blonde hairs stood up on her legs.

Slowly, Leila’s worming wet tongue swirled its way in a paisley spit pattern up Delia’s thigh and Delia stroked the washed, thick black hair of the one slut in her life that would do anything. Anything! She felt the power she had and grabbed that hair and pushed the slut’s face against the fabric shielding her pussy. She lusted for satisfaction and wondered if this idea of Leila’s were not so insane after all.

Leila, the conniving devil that she was, deftly and gently pulled down her friend’s panty, her only defense. She sniffed and licked her way to the clit and licked and fingered to the g-spot with her long tongue.

“Nnnn!” Delia moaned softly. She stood her ground, pushing the back of the slut’s skull inward. “Nnn, suck it. Suck it. Faster, you whore, suck my cunt.”

Leila feasted. Sucking the juices of her friend, and hopefully her new patron and co-master.

“Ah, fuck,” Delia said as her abdominal muscles tightened and writhed. She rocked her hips to-and-fro, mashing her sensuously radiating sex central against the source of her satisfaction. “Slurp that gash, you nasty slut,” she said hoarsely. “You sick, sick, bitch, oh god, what am I going to do with you, you fuck freak.”

The night suddenly passed ever so slowly as Leila put her friend into the grinding throes of unraveling passion. They were in a race on dangerous, winding back roads, speeding in a very fast car, the tires skidding toward the barricades.

Delia humped with all her speed, her ass shaking at jackhammer speed. She squirted hard against Leila’s face and into her mouth and cunt-slurping twat, fully dressed in her master’s hand-me-down swallowed, licked, slurped and moaned, sucking for her life.

Delia had to stagger for a moment, putting a hand out to hold onto the edge of the table as she panted. Leila, not letting up, shuffled behind Delia and caressed and licked the young mother’s ass cheeks.

Delia, panting, said, “I’ll talk to Nathan.”

“Thank you,” Leila said quietly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Delia knew, to sell this, she had to show Nathan she could control this addict. “In the meantime, come with me.”

She went to the linen closet and selected some old bedding. Then she had Leila follow her to the garage. She tossed an old comforter, two blankets and a sheet on the cement floor.

“That’s your bed,” Delia said. Then she pinched and pulled her bottom lip and said, “Pet!”

Delia locked her best friend inside the garage and went back to sleep.

Delia slept soundly and so did her husband. But Leila couldn’t sleep. She was fitful and morose, in need of another couple lines of coke, but she has left her vial in the living room.

In the morning, Delia awoke first and nudged at her beloved. As she pushed the slumber out of him, he asked what had happened to Leila, “Last thing I remember, she was tapping on the door.”

“Oh, that. She wanted to come in here and suck your cock, she was jonesing for a cum shot,” Delia said.

His eyes widened and he suddenly became nervous and anxious. Had Leila told her about yesterday, was this line a prologue to a fight?

“Do you want to fuck her?” Delia asked, staring him down.

“What? Where is this coming from? No, no, I don’t want to fuck that skank. God, no.”

“She says you do,” Delia persisted. “She says she can tell, by the way you look at her.”

“She’s fucked up, she thinks every guy wants to fuck her,” Nathan said.

“She said you ask for details about how she has sex,” Delia said.

“Now THAT, that is a lie!” Nathan said. “Hell, when am I ever around her, I mean even alone with her long enough to go there.”

“You were alone with her yesterday, for several hours, in fact.”

Nathan stood up and turned his head away. He was starting to blush and he felt trapped. He felt he about to have to lie to his wife and he didn’t think he could get away with it. He stood up with his back to her and said, “Nothing like that happened. I didn’t ask her anything about what she does.”

Delia could tell Nathan was telling the truth by the tenor of his words, but she sensed something amiss in the body language. He was too defensive.

“She, she came on to you, didn’t she?”

Delia stood up and came around the corner of the bed, “Nathan, look at me. Did she hit on you?”

Nathan gritted his teeth and tried to pose as the victim here. He nodded his head yes and said, “But nothing happened, I swear. I don’t want anyone but you.”

Delia felt satisfied with that answer. She knew how shameless her friend could be, so all she said was, “Good answer.”

She reached down her husband’s stomach to his groin and stroked his morning wood, which was shriveling from fright and she dared her husband, “Do you ONLY want me now?”

“Honey pot, you gotta know I do,” he said.

“Prove it,” she said.

Nathan embraced her, then dutifully went down on her. He ate her pussy and Delia enjoyed it for a few minutes, but Leila had licked her raw barely five hours earlier. She soon tired of the man tongue and said, “Forget that and fuck me.”

Nathan mounted his wife as she draped her calves on his shoulders. When he grunted his way to ejaculation, she goaded him on, “Yea, daddy, ooo! Mm! Oh, daddy, yes, yes, give me all that cum!”

They lay beside each other on the cum-spotted sheets for just a few minutes. “I’ve got to get to work,” Nathan said.

“Not just yet,” Delia said as she reached over and patted his thick hairy thigh. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” he asked.

She got him up and had him follow her into the living room, where Nathan noticed Leila was now missing. “Jeez, did you kick her out in the middle of the night?” “Mmm, something like that,” Delia said. She led him through the utility room to the door that led to the garage. She gently cracked open the door as she smiled at her husband, then motioned for him to peek through.

He looked into the garage and saw Leila with his wife’s dressed pulled up to her waist. She sat on her butt, back against the wall. She sat on a crumpled pile of bedding with her legs open. She was motioning her torso back and forth, thumping her back into the wall.

He wasn’t sure why he was seeing what he was seeing, but Leila was frantically rubbing her clit to help her calm down from that anxiety attacks that came from cocaine deprivation. “Uhh, uhh, uhhnnn!” Leila moaned.

Delia pushed past her husband and opened the door wide. She walked into the garage with the command of a woman in her own house. “What do we have here?” she said.

“Leila, my husband just fucked me.”

Leila nodded, acknowledging her, but not stopping what she was doing. She did however have enough modesty to close her legs while she masturbated.

Delia looked at her friend, what was left of her, and found herself revolted at how desperate and far gone she had become. That, along with the knowledge that Leila had tried to seduce her husband yesterday and then conveniently omitted that part, angered her.

“Nathan, this PERSON, wants to be our slave. She begged me, BEGGED me! She begged me to let us keep her, like some fucking pet! So, I put her in the garage.

“I mean, it’s obvious she hasn’t been house broken! Just look at her!”

Nathan began to catch on, “Really!”

Delia leaned down into Leila’s abject face and repeated, “I said, my husband just fucked me. HE FUCKED ME! Not you. Got that?”

Leila nodded a yes, but that wasn’t enough for Delia. She slapped Leila’s face, “Whap!”

“His cock is dirty, clean it!”

Nathan was surprised at where this was going. “Are you kidding me?”

“No,” Delia said. She grabbed her husband’s arm and pulled him closer. She grabbed Leila’s hair and pushed her face into her husband’s groin. “I said, clean him! He needs to get ready for work, and so do you!”

Leila licked Nathan’s limp cock clean while she rubbed her clit. Delia only let her lick until his cock was washed by spit of Delia’s cunt sap. Then she sent her husband off to work and pushed Leila out the door.

On the porch, Leila protested, “I don’t want to go to work. I want to stay here.”

Playing the adult, Delia said, “You want to get visitation rights to your kids?”

“Yes,” Leila said in a drawn out whine.

“You’re going to need to show the judge you can hold down a job. That’s part of getting cleaned up. Keep your nose clean and keep your job,” Delia said.

“My boss doesn’t care when I come in, as long as I let him fuck me, he won’t fire me,” Leila said, trying to reason with Delia.

“That’s going to have to end some day. If you’re going to stay here, you can’t be playing hooky from work, girl.”

Leila moaned in protest, but she got in her car and went to work. She got there on time, not that that made an impression on her boss. He put her under his desk two hours after she got there.

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