Wife’s Weekend Job (The Trilogy)

By Kathy Parks

Female is hired by wealthy man to service all three of his sons and himself in an effort to assure that no public family scandal will occur. See how one weekend experience goes while she performs her duties.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kathy Parks
• Release date: May 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463448465

Kathy Parks

As a baby, Kathy Parks was thrown out with the bathwater. This experience shaped her life and art. She is the author of novels including The Lifeboat Clique and Notes from My Captivity, and she also works as an advertising copywriter. She lives with her husband, Michael, in Boulder, Colorado.

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Wife's Weekend Job

(The Trilogy)

By

Kathy Parks

Table Of Content

Friday Night Arrival

The Twins

William

Mr. Winthrop Second Time

Saturday

William Second Time

The Drive To Town

The Twins Second Time

Aren

Jim

Mr. Winthrop Third Time

Sunday

First Lesbian Sex

Thank You

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Copyright © 2019 by Kathy Parks

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Friday Night Arrival

The tires squeal as the car turns a corner at a high rate of speed.  Fighting to keep from sliding into the driver I grab hold of the door handle.  Honey take it easy.  I know you are upset but we both know there is nothing that can be done.  This is a scheduled weekend and I have obligations regardless of whether your parents are coming to visit or not.  

After a long pause he replies.  Damn this anyway.  Damn it hell, I am sick and tired of this once a month thing.  Having to deliver my wife to be a plaything for some horny old rich bastard and his three sons who have nothing better to do with their money.  They can go to hell for all I care.

The car sways as he takes another turn to fast. I know it is useless to try to reason with him when he gets this way. What does he expect? We both agreed over a year ago that the only way our family could survive was for me to earn some money. The economy forced his company to close and with high unemployment, jobs were scarce. After diligently searching, the only thing he could come up with was to drive a big rig. This puts him away from home for weeks at a time and I had to stay home to care for our four kids. The bills continued to pile up to the extent we were close to losing everything. On my own, I decided to take some desperate measures. Although I am thirty-eight years old, I have been told I'm a 'hotty' for my age.  I am 5 feet 7 inches tall weighing around 145 pounds with body measurements I will admit I am proud of, 38C 29 38. OK, I realize there are a lot of women with much better figures, but experience does count for something right? Wrong! Without telling my husband I placed several profiles on the internet.  I carefully worded them to make sure those who read it would know I was trying to sell my body.  Don't judge me, you have no idea how desperate things were getting.

For over a month I monitored the e-mail replies and except for the wisecracks and jokes nothing happened. We were in the process of being taken to court by several creditors so I reworded the online profile to suggest I would be a paid slave.  I hinted that I would consider bondage and some light pain.  Well needless to say this did generate responses, but they really scared me. Many went into details what they wanted to do to me while others sent bondage stories they had written. All seemed at a loss until I received a message from a man who requested I call him for further conversations. Throwing caution to the wind, I picked up the phone and dialed the number. To this day I still remember that call.

My. Winthrop's residence, may I help you?

The voice was very businesslike. Fighting the instinct to hang up, I finally stuttered, May I speak to Mr. Winthrop.

May I say who is calling?

It suddenly dawned on me that since he had only seen by internet name he would not know my real name.  Please tell him that Wetone wishes to speak with him, I whispered the reply.

I'm sorry, I could not hear you, what is the name?

Quickly looking around to make sure none of my children were within hearing distance, I repeated in a louder tone. Tell him Wetone is on the line.  Even though I am standing in the protection of my own house, I feel vulnerable and embarrassed.  My face becomes warm as I turn red.  Strange enough there is a tingling sensation between my legs.

Hold please.

Pressing the phone tightly against my ear as if to make sure no one could hear the voice on the other end; I huddle in the corner of the room as if to hide from this Mr. Winthrop.

There was a click and a deep male voice said.  Well hello there, I wasn't sure you would call.

After a long pause I whisper, I'm not sure I should have, in fact let's just pretend I didn't.

Starting to move the receiver from