I never thought I'd see the day when my life would take such a twisted turn. It all started with Jenny, our new neighbor. She was a shemale, with a body that could make any man's heart race. Her long, silky hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes were as blue as the summer sky. But it was her cock that was the most striking feature—thick, long, and always hard, it was a sight that both terrified and intrigued me.
Jenny moved in next door with a smile that could charm the birds out of the trees. She introduced herself to me and my wife, Shelly, with a warmth that was almost palpable. Shelly, at 25, was a beautiful, shy housewife who had always been content with our simple life. But Jenny had other plans for us.
"Hey there, neighbors!" Jenny greeted us one sunny afternoon, her voice as smooth as honey. "I thought we could get to know each other better. How about a little get-together tonight?"
Shelly and I exchanged glances, and I could see the hesitation in her eyes. But Jenny's charm was irresistible, and before we knew it, we were agreeing to her invitation.
That evening, Jenny brought out a bottle of wine and some joints. Shelly had never smoked before, but Jenny's persuasive nature made her try it. "Come on, Shelly, live a little," Jenny coaxed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's just a little weed. It won't hurt you."
Shelly took a tentative puff, and within minutes, her inhibitions began to melt away. Jenny then introduced us to poppers, a drug that made us feel euphoric and carefree. "This will make you feel amazing," Jenny promised, and she was right. The poppers made us feel invincible, and we found ourselves laughing and joking like we had never done before.
As the nights went on, Jenny's influence over us grew stronger. She taught Shelly how to smoke cigarettes, and soon, my wife was chain-smoking like a pro. Jenny's apartment became our second home, and we spent more time there than in our own house.
One evening, Jenny decided it was time to take things to the next level. She had us both strip down to our underwear and then handed us each a popper. "Let's have some fun," she said, her voice dripping with seduction.
I hesitated, but Shelly, now completely under Jenny's spell, eagerly took the popper and inhaled deeply. Her eyes widened, and she let out a soft moan. Jenny then turned to me, her hand reaching out to stroke my cock through my underwear. "Don't be shy, Bobby," she purred. "Let's see what you've got."
I felt a surge of adrenaline and did as she commanded. Jenny's eyes gleamed with approval as she took in my naked body. "Now, Shelly," she said, turning to my wife. "Why don't you show Bobby what you've learned?"
Shelly, her eyes glazed over with lust, crawled over to me and took my cock in her mouth. I groaned in pleasure, my hands tangling in her hair as she sucked me off. Jenny watched us with a satisfied smile, her hand stroking her own cock.
As the weeks went by, Jenny's control over us became absolute. She fucked us both whenever she wanted, teaching Shelly how to be a whore and me how to be her obedient slave. Shelly, who had once been a shy, innocent housewife, was now a sex-crazed nymphomaniac who would fuck anyone, anywhere.
One night, Jenny decided to take things even further. She had us invite some of our friends over for a party, and then she had Shelly offer herself to them as a sex toy. "Go on, Shelly," Jenny commanded, her voice firm. "Show them what a good little whore you are."
Shelly, her eyes glazed over with lust, did as she was told. She stripped down to her underwear and then began to dance seductively for our friends. They watched her with hungry eyes, and soon, they were all taking turns fucking her.
I watched in shock and horror as my wife, the woman I loved, was turned into a common whore. But I was powerless to stop it. Jenny had me completely under her control, and I was too weak to resist.
As the night wore on, I found myself joining in, fucking Shelly alongside our friends. Jenny watched us with a satisfied smile, her hand stroking her cock as she enjoyed the show.
In the end, Jenny had completely destroyed our lives. She had turned us into her obedient slaves, using us for her own pleasure and amusement. And the worst part was, we loved every minute of it.
One day, as I lay in bed with Shelly, her body bruised and battered from another night of debauchery, I realized that we had hit rock bottom. We were addicted to the drugs, the cigarettes, and the sex, and we were powerless to stop.
But then, something unexpected happened. Shelly, her eyes filled with tears, turned to me and said, "Bobby, we have to get out of here. We have to get help."
I looked at her in shock, but I knew she was right. We had to break free from Jenny's control before it was too late.
With a newfound determination, we packed our bags and left Jenny's apartment, vowing never to return. It was a long and difficult road to recovery, but we made it. We kicked our addictions, and we learned to love each other again.
And as for Jenny, she was left alone, her power broken. She had thought she could control us forever, but in the end, we were the ones who had the last laugh.
As we stood outside our new home, Shelly turned to me and said, "Bobby, I love you. And I promise you, we'll never let anyone come between us again."
And with that, we kissed, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace.