Women watching men fight

Hubby Lost the Fight.

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The New House
By Perrybroom©

Chapter 1
When we decided to move house the business was booming and I found a large detached property with very large grounds on the edge of a village which was well within our budget. Although in need of extensive renovation the property seemed ideal.
I employed a firm of builders from the nearest town, the village too small to accommodate one, and a lot of the work was done before we moved in. Basically what was left to do was the construction of a third garage and renovate a couple of old barns.
Steve, the mister of one of the brothers who ran the building firm, was left to complete the work pretty much on his own, the rest of the crew moving on to another job. It meant that our work should take longer but I’d previously explained to Mr. Bailey, Steve’s man, that there was no urgency about the rest of the work so couldn’t complain.
Steve, a well-built very muscular looking guy of 26, made a pass at my wife as early as the second day of being left on his own at the house. He’d flirted with her before but now the rest of the builders had departed my wife reported that the cock-sure Steve made it very clear he’d like to get inside her knickers. In fact he boasted of having plenty to offer and she shouldn’t be disappointed! When Irene gave him the brush off he merely shrugged his shoulders, saying with a smile that it was her loss. My wife admitted to finding the muscular Steve very attractive and should like to take things further, but only if I approved.
The following day I looked at the long haired guy with a new eye as he worked in the sun wearing only shorts, muscles rippling on his bronzed arms and broad chest with its light covering of curly hair. I can’t deny that I was turned on by the prospect of seeing him fucking my wife. So it was that I told Irene she was free to have some fun with the lad if she wanted and from her response there was little doubt in my mind that she should. My wife was practically drooling at the prospect of bedding the handsome youngster!

* * *
I suppose a few words of explanation are in order at this point in my tale.
Now 50, I’ve always had an interest in voyeurism and was fortunate that in marrying Irene, 49, I found someone not averse to accommodating my desires. From time to time, not often and always very discretely, Irene should have a brief fling for my benefit. Not that she didn’t enjoy her extra marital interludes, far from it in fact, finding the variety of lovemaking techniques she encountered highly exciting and stimulating. But with the fear of gossip always uppermost in both our minds our activities, with two or three exceptions, were of necessity mainly short term flings well away from home.
One of the exceptions was Stuart, a student and so considerably younger than us, who became a regular visitor to the temporary and rented accommodation we were living in while the extensive renovation work was being carried out on our new property.
Admitting to being really turned on by older women, Irene in particular, the lusty Stuart fucked my wife practically every day for three month’s, with me watching whenever work and other commitments permitted. The regular sex proved very stimulating and enjoyable for Irene who had sometimes lamented the infrequent opportunities for her to enjoy the discrete extra marital fun and games she’d come to love. It probably also contributed to her willingness to succumb so readily to Steve’s seductions, Irene having given up her affair with Stuart only reluctantly, when we moved into the new house.
Anyway, enough of the background.
I arrived home on the Friday of the first week of his solo work at the house to be greeted by an exuberant Irene with the thrilling news that she’d enjoyed an afternoon of rampant sex with Steve, who actually fucked her three times before returning to his work minutes before I returned home. A circumstance which no doubt accounted for his smirking facial expression while I’d discussed the work with him prior to entering the house.
I was thrilled to learn he was very well endowed, Irene enthusing that Steve’s penis was probably the largest she’d ever experienced!
Following his fun and games with her on Friday he could hardly contain himself on the Monday. Apparently I was hardly out of the drive before he was in the house and practically ripping my wife’s knickers off to get at her! Little work was done that day and Steve made it clear that he intended bedding Irene daily for the duration of the work. No problem there, she loved every minute of it, but the affair could only be a success from my point of view if I was able to observe the action, at least occasionally.
In the past my wife’s lovers have known from the outset that part of the deal is that I watch the action. A few guys have backed out at the idea of having sex with Irene in front of me and departed without further ado. Most though in fact have found it an added turn on to fuck a married woman in front of her husband, although a few have made no secret of their contempt for me.
With Steve though it was different. For some reamister I felt nervous about revealing my compliance in his seduction of my wife, but I also found it exciting to arrive home and see the smirking Steve, knowing he’d probably spent the best part of the day fucking my wife in my own bed. It somehow excited me to think of him laughing up his sleeve at my expense. Sometimes I’d comment that it didn’t look as if he’d made much progress with the work whereupon Steve explained in patronising terms that he’d encountered difficulties, the technicalities of which I shouldn’t understand.

* * *
There came a time though that I dearly wanted to watch but while keeping my compliance secret from him. This was accomplished due to our new house possessing a rear balcony overlooking the fields, one of the deciding factors in our purchase, and in fact we’d made that room rather than the front our main bedroom. By this time Steve had fucked my wife all over the house, both kitchen and dining room tables seeing some action, but our bedroom remained their main venue so I had high hopes of watching them from the balcony.
Weekends were the best bet, Irene ringing Steve and inviting him over saying I should be out for a couple of hours, and Steve, despite fucking my wife five days a week, was always game for more!
So there I was on the balcony, my tense excitement augmented to a great extent by the knowledge that should my wife’s lover decide he needed some fresh air and open the sliding door on to it I couldn’t avoid being discovered. I was able to watch them just three times before the inevitable happened. It’s the events subsequent to my being discovered that proved an eye opener, events which revealed a masochistic side of myself that up to then I’d only had vague intimations of.
(A guy called Rod had sex with Irene a few times about eight years earlier and his outright contempt of a husband who could willingly allow it to happen, and indeed masturbate while watching, served to excite rather than embarrass me. The humiliating remarks he subjected me to gave pause for thought at the time and were a forerunner to my subsequent belittlement by Steve, but I digress.)
My heart leapt into my mouth as Steve came towards the sliding door and I realised his intention. Then he was on the balcony and staring at me with disbelief written on his face. I remained in the same crouching position he’d caught me in, aware that my face was growing warm as the situation became clearer to him. My trousers open, penis out and in my hand, a hand sticky with semen, told Steve precisely what I’d been doing.
There was silence at first as I was confronted by Steve in nothing but his underpants, the naked Irene visible on the bed behind him recovering from a vigorous bout of intercourse. I had timed my own ejaculation to perfection coming at the precise moment Steve did likewise inside my wife.
“Hell’s bell’s!” he exclaimed at last. “You must be one of those wimps who get off on seeing other guys fucking your wife.”
The tension was broken by his laughter before Steve commented that he couldn’t understand how any guy could enjoy seeing the things he’d just done to mine. I assured Steve that I really did enjoy what I’d seen, stammering somewhat as I said that I hoped my deceit in spying on them hadn’t put him off and he’d continue to fuck my wife until the building work was complete, adding that Irene found his lovemaking really satisfying.
“Hardly surprising if that’s all you’ve got to offer,” he sneered, poking my penis with his toe. “And what makes you think it shall end when the building work does. Your missus is a damn good fuck and as she can’t get enough of my cock I shall be happy to continue servicing her for you. You’re obviously too much of a wimp to satisfy her yourself.”
Grinning, he took me by the ear to drag me, still on my knees, into the room. I had to literally crawl behind him and it was a procedure that set the tone for our future relationship, and one which I acquiesced without thinking, shuffling along in his wake.
Steve was plainly enjoying himself now as he towered over me, clearly relishing the unexpected, not to say unusual, position he found himself in. He then said the words which sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Steve told me that when he had my wife tomorrow he’d tie me to a chair beside the bed so I’d be powerd to watch their lovemaking at close quarters but be unable to play with myself or intervene if I didn’t like what I saw. Intervention should be out of the question in any case as he pointed out, I’d hardly be a match for the fit and muscular guy grinning down at me.
“For now though you can piss off and leave us in peace, I think your wife’s ready for more cock.”
“Hm, yes please.” Irene murmured.
While I was pulling my trousers up Steve removed his underpants and I stared at his penis in disbelief. Perhaps I needed to humiliate myself further because I groaned, gasping, “God it’s huge!”
“Yea by the time I’ve finished with Irene’s cunt your little boys willy shall get lost in there.” Steve jeered, shepherding me towards the door, his mighty penis swaying between his thighs.
“Piss off and wash my van,” he added as an afterthought, pushing me out onto the landing.
Irene’s laughter joined his as I stumred down the stairs. I felt totally humiliated by my wife’s lover but also realised it was exactly what I wanted, perhaps needed, and set to with a will, cleaning his van both inside and out. I even vacuumed the mats to leave it spotless, my toil merely arousing Steve’s contempt when he eventually came out ready to go.

* * *
The following day I wholeheartedly went along with Steve’s plan of tying me up, not that I had any choice in the matter, and spent a very frustrating hour or so watching their lovemaking while unable to masturbate. Afterwards I was sent outside to clean his car, Steve having arrived in a different vehicle presumably to take advantage of my subservience.
The only disadvantage was that the building work took longer, considerably longer, than originally estimated. Inevitably Mr Bailey put the price up accordingly, telling me that Steve reported encountering unexpected difficulties, although from the wink I happened to see him give his mister I felt pretty sure he knew the real reamister.
It quickly became apparent that domination gave Steve a real buzz, as previously unknown to him as the depths of my own masochism had been to me, and he explored and exploited the situation to the full.
Following the initial van and car cleaning Steve made it a regular Saturday occurrence, finding it hilarious to spend the afternoons screwing my wife while I cleaned his vehicles thoroughly, both inside and out. Sunday became the only time I was permitted to watch their lovemaking, as by this time Steve was fucking my wife every single day, leaving her satiated and with no interest in having any sort of sex with me. My frustration was a source of great amusement for Steve who always tied me up so that I was unable to masturbate while watching them. Releasing me he threw my wife’s knickers to me.
“Go and toss yourself off in the bathroom wimp. Wrap your wife’s knickers round your cock; it’s the closest you shall get to her cunt for a long, long time.” Steve taunted.
I dashed from the room desperate to do just that, his jeering laughter following me to the bathroom.
This was an angle I hadn’t bargained for but found it incredibly exciting, arousing, words seem inadequate to describe my feelings, to be dominated, humiliated and indeed punished by this young guy who was enjoying daily sex sessions with my wife. I suppose we were lucky in that our hitherto relaxing desires complemented one another.
Humiliation became the name of the game as the following shall illustrate.

* * *
One day I arrived home to find Steve digging a trench. He ordered me to carry on with the work, saying he was going inside to get my wife to suck his cock and balls before giving her a good fucking.
“The second of the day,” he grinned. “I gave Irene a good shafting soon after you went off to work this morning.”
I rolled my sleeves up, glad to know that our detached house was sufficiently secluded to prevent neighbours or passers by witnessing my activities. While I worked I could hear laughter coming from the house and eventually a nude Steve appeared on the balcony. After a few seconds Irene also came out, still in her underwear, and kneeling took Steve’s penis between her lips. When she transferred her attention to his testicles I paused to watch, excited by the greedy way she sucked his balls into her mouth.
Steve shouted down telling me to get on with the work but then distracted me further by lifting Irene to her feet and removing the rest of her clothing. Propelling her to the front of the balcony Steve was deliberately flaunting my naked wife at me, knowing full well I hadn’t had sex with for over two months.
“Come on put your back into it, I want that trench finished by the time I come back.” he shouted.
Watching as I resumed my toil, he laughed uproariously.
“Your wife’s on the bed now, legs wide open ready for me, her cunt mine for the taking. While your working up a sweat digging I shall be doing the same but mine shall be due to the exertion of fucking her,” he taunted.
I had been erect since first seeing Irene on the balcony and despite my toils on the trench my erection remained, stoked up by the noise of pounding bedsprings and my wife’s happy yells and cries.
When Steve returned outside and cast his eye over the trench he commented that I hadn’t made much progress.
“You haven’t done as a good a job on my trench as I have on your wife. I’ve left her shagged out on the bed, cunt gaping and my spunk dribbling from it.”
I apologised, explaining that I wasn’t used to manual labour, and found myself thoroughly enjoying the grovelling role.
“Well I’m off now and expect to find the trench finished when I return in the morning, so you’d better get on with it. Your wife’s looking forward to another good pounding from my cock so I don’t want to waste time finishing off your shoddy work.” Steve told me.
Apologising again I told Steve I’d do my best to get the trench finished to his liking.
“You’d better or I might have to take my belt to your bare arse, you snivelling little worm,” he snarled. “Irene’s only too pleased to have a real man taking care of her needs in place of a wanker like you.”
Steve departed laughing happily and I resumed my digging. The work took most of the evening and following a shower I collapsed on the bed exhausted, falling arelax within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.
Next morning I was depositing my briefcase in the car when Steve pulled up in his van. I had an early meeting but Steve insisted that I accompany him on an inspection of the trench before leaving.
“Good, you got it finished.”
There was a triumphant note in his voice.
“It took him all evening and he was flaked out afterwards. Hubby lacks your stamina darling.” Irene told him, her hand on Steve’s bottom.
“Was he too tired to bother you with demands for sex then?”
“God yes, he was absolutely shattered. Anyway hubby knows it’s your incredible cock I want, not his shrivelled up little thing.”
“Finally got the message has he?” Steve smirked, sliding his arm round her waist.
He knows I sometimes make sexual overtures to Irene and humiliatingly also knows she invariably repulses them.
“It should only have taken me fifteen minutes to finish that little trench,” he told me contemptuously when I displayed my blistered hands, thinking perhaps to elicit his sympathy.
Explaining about the meeting I asked if I could go and he replied,
“Yes bugger off, and while you’re pounding down the motorway you can think about me back here pounding your wife’s cunt. I bet it’s already wet in anticipation.”
“It is and I didn’t bother with any underwear thinking it a waste of time.” Irene confirmed much to his delight.
“Doesn’t look as if you shall be getting it anytime soon,” he jeered when we parted company at the front door, me to embark on a long boring motorway journey, Steve to follow Irene to the bedroom.
“I fucked your wife three times yesterday and she still wants more, but not from you,” he taunted.
Steve’s sexual appetite was amazing and at times seemed insatiable. For instance one Saturday morning he arrived early and literally pulled me out of bed to take my place beside Irene, having his own house key by this time. Barely awake I heard him telling me to clear off and wait downstairs; he’d give me a shout when they were ready for breakfast.
“Shan’t be for a while though, your wife needs a good fucking first.”
When I carried their breakfast tray up an hour or so later Irene was in the bathroom.
“Your wife’s cunt has become very much a home from home for my cock,” he taunted as I served his breakfast. “She can’t get enough of it. You can clear off out now.”
“But I’ve got paper work to do here.” I protested.
“Don’t argue, just piss off and leave me in peace to enjoy Irene’s services. If you’re not out of here in sixty seconds I shall give you a thrashing to remember.”
At that I scurried away, Steve’s derisive laughter following me down the stairs.
It’s quite impossible to describe the sensations involved in such activities as being powerd to kneel beside the bed with my arms behind my back, wrists tied tightly to ankles, and made to watch Steve and Irene having sex. To see his broad backside heaving up and down, the downward movements corresponding to wild, ecstatic cries from my wife beneath him and the upward movement corresponding to her long drawn out sighs, was incredible arousing while at the same time frustrating.
Even the look of contempt on Steve’s face when he cast glances my way added to the excitement and I found myself revelling in my ignominious position, hoping their fun and games continued for a long, long time to come.
I revelled in Steve’s open contempt and found myself hoping for more and was rarely disappointed, the culmination of their intercourse invariably bringing more browniehing remarks my way as he heaved himself off an almost delirious Irene and wiped his smelly penis over my face. They should regularly leave me still tied and grovelling on the bedroom floor while taking a joint shower or bath.
The building work was finally completed but not Steve’s affair with Irene. The long haired, muscular youngster continues to fuck my wife daily while subjecting me to various punishments and offenses, regularly spanking me in front of her to demonstrate and reinpower his dominance.

Chapter 2
One Saturday Steve told, nay ordered me, to follow him on a tour of our somewhat neglected garden. At a large tree right at the end of my property, the hedge bordering fields, he called a halt.
“This shall do nicely. See this area next to the tree; I want it cleared of all weeds and rubbish by evening.” Steve told me, indicating the overgrown ground beside the thick old tree trunk.
“But my brother and his family are due to visit this afternoon.” I protested.
“You’d better put them off then, unless you want your brother to find me shagging the arse off his sister in law,” he grinned.
Ignoring my protests Steve merely reiterated his instructions.
“Stop whinging and get on with it. Your hot and randy wife’s keeping the bed warm for me and my cock’s eager to take up its rightful place inside her cunt.”
With no idea of why he wanted the ground cleared I started on the work, pausing after an hour to go back to the house and phone my brother and tell him something had come up and his visit should have to be postponed. With my wife’s shrieks of joy emanating from the bedroom, Steve was plainly fucking her, I had to cut the call short fearful that my brother might hear.
The ground clearance proved hard, back breaking work for one unused to manual labour and took most of the day to complete, Steve only allowing me to take one very short break for lunch.
It was on the Sunday that I discovered the reamister for the ground clearance when Steve told me to collect a rug and follow them to the tree.
What happened next soon became one of Steve’s favourite activities and, to my shame, one of mine. He told me to stand facing the tree where I passively allowed him to tie my wrists together on the far side of it so that in effect I was embracing the tree. The mocking laugh which accompanied his words when Steve said that I could rub myself off against the tree while a real man had fun with my wife did indeed provoke an erection.
By craning my neck somewhat painfully I was just able to see them sporting on the rug which he’d spread out on the patch of ground I’d cleared. I did indeed indulge in the ignominious act of rubbing myself against the tree whilst watching Steve strip my wife naked before undressing himself. But then he returned to my side of the tree and I writhed helplessly as he powerd my trousers and underpants down. I could only stand in helpless anticipation, realising his intention, while he then searched for a suitable stick.
With Irene remaining on the rug, legs apart deliberately flaunting herself at me, her lover began beating my exposed buttocks with the stick. The blows, growing more and more vicious, were accompanied by insults and taunts about what he was going to do to Irene. How he was going to fuck my wife on the rug and give her the satisfaction she craves and needs but has never got from me. With my screams of pain and helplessness ringing out I realised why Steve had selected the most remote spot for my ground clearance, the tree being as far away as possible from our nearest neighbours.
The beating over, a highly excited Steve quickly mounted my wife and Irene’s ecstatic yell as his penis drove into her matched my own cries of pain earlier. He was fucking her with a rapidity that took my breath away and to my undying shame I rubbed myself off against the tree as I watched his backside pumping up and down, up and down between my wife’s thighs.
Afterwards I had to listen to Steve’s sneers and jeers when he released me from the tree and saw what I’d done, Irene humiliatingly joining in his laughter.
“I never need to toss myself off like you,” he taunted. “I can have your wife whenever I want, her cunt’s mine for the exclusive use of, isn’t that right Irene?”
“Of course darling, I shall spread my legs for your lovely big cock anytime you want.”
Her reply delighted Steve while serving as a further reminder of my helplessness to put a stop to their affair even if I wanted to.
He went off towards the house saying he was going to join Irene in the shower, leaving me to rub my aching limbs, my neck in particular stiff and aching from straining to see around the tree.
Reaching the house in my turn I couldn’t even get in, the bastard had locked me out, and when I knocked seeking admittance merely stuck his head out a window and told me to piss off or be quiet otherwise he’d take his belt to my already painful bottom.

* * *
A rather cold, overcast day in mid October, Steve again led me to the tree where as usual I allowed myself to be secured to it. Resisting the powerfully built youngster, by now my Master in every way should have been pointless anyway.
For once Irene wasn’t with us and when Steve pulled my trousers and underpants down I just expected the usual beating before a return to the warm house, the weather looking too inclement to hang about outdoors. It all seemed a bit pointless to me and I couldn’t see any sense in bringing me out, he might just as well have punished me inside, and I even remonstrated to Steve about it. He merely laughed though.
“Right,” he grinned, eying me tied to the tree, trousers and underpants down around my knees. “I’m going back to the house now to have some fun with your wife. You shall receive your just deserts in due course.”
Tied helplessly to the tree I had no idea of the passage of time but it was boring and growing increasingly cold. In fact I’d felt a couple of spots of rain by the time I heard Steve approaching through the undergrowth.
“Well, well, what have we here?”
I was horrified. It wasn’t Steve’s voice and for a moment I couldn’t imagine who it could be. When he moved into my line of sight though I recognised the burly and bearded figure of Mr Bailey, Steve’s man. My horror deepened when I saw him undoing a fearsome looking belt and heard him say, “While my lad’s fucking the arse of your missus I’m going to flay yours with my belt.”
“No!” I gasped.
“And can you guess what I’m going to do next?”
“No.” I murmured, aware of Mr Bailey flexing his belt in readiness to deliver the first blow.
“By the time I’ve finished thrashing your arse my lad should have finished fucking your missus so I’m going up to the house and take a turn with her.”
“God no, you swine. No, no.” I shouted, my voice rising to a scream when his belt cut into my buttocks.
“Oh yes,” he jeered. “Me and the lad are going to spend the afternoon taking turns with your wife, while you’re all trussed up out here. Between us we’re going to give the little lady a fucking to remember.”
I was pleading with him to release me and leave us alone, even humiliating myself further by offering Mr Bailey money, but he merely laughed and continued the beating. By the time he paused I was screaming almost continuously, the beating far more painful than anything Steve had subjected me to.
“Your wife’s addicted to big cocks now after months of regular fucking from my lad so your tiny little thing’s of no use to her.” Mr Bailey told me, back in full view again.
Unzipping he lowered his grubby looking jeans and produced a penis the size of which made me gasp, and it wasn’t even erect!
“Another half dozen blows and then I’m going to go and see how your wife likes the feel of this up her cunt,” he said, waving his penis at me.
“God no. It’s huge!” I yelled. “Leave her alone.”
“What and disappoint Irene, your wife’s gagging for it. When Steve told her my cock’s even bigger than his the slut begged him to bring me along, and from what he’s told me about her I’m looking forward to giving the whore a good fucking.”
“What!” I exclaimed. “Does Irene know about this?”
“Of course,” he jeered. “And she also knows I’m out here tanning your arse while she’s enjoying Steve’s services. According to him your wife can’t get enough cock so we’re gonna treat her as our own permisteral whore, cheaper than paying for it; in fact we might charge you to keep quiet about things!”
I yelled, both in pain and frustration, when he continued the beating.
“When we’ve finished with Irene’s cunt your little cock shall get lost in there,” he jeered. “Your wife shan’t even be able to feel it inside by the time we’ve opened her up.”
To my shame I was sobbing by the time he’d finished and barely aware of his departure. I was alone, but not for long.
“Did my old man show you his cock and tell you what he was going to do with it?”
Steve’s voice in my ear made me jump as I hadn’t heard him approach, my mind going over and over Mr Bailey’s words.
“Yes.” I murmured, “Tell me it isn’t true.”
Steve laughed and slapped my bottom making me wince.
“You know it’s true. At this precise minute I should think the old fellah’s fucking your wife and really giving her what for.” Steve taunted. “He’s done a good job on your arse too; it’s all red and raw.”
His mouth close to my ear Steve hissed, “My old man’s up in your bedroom fucking your wife, something he shall be doing a lot in future. We shall be taking turns with her.”
I groaned and he laughed, jeering, “Resign yourself to it wimp. While you’re playing with your little boys cock real men shall be pounding your wife’s cunt, she’s ours to use as we see fit. It’s coming on to rain so I’m going back to the house to see if the slut likes threesomes. You might as well hang around here thinking about Irene sucking my cock while the old fellah fucks her.”
Laughing at his supposed wit Steve ran back towards the house leaving me tied to the tree in the increasingly heavy downpour.

My anguish, physical from the rain stinging and reigniting the pain of my ***d buttocks, and mental from wondering what the men should be doing to Irene, was intense. Mr Bailey had made it plain he shouldn’t countenance any refusal or resistance from Irene, should she have changed her mind.
“Not that I expect any resistance, she likes cock too much for that, but come what may I’m going to fuck the bitch whether she wants it or not. I shall **** the tart if need be and unless you want your life story out in the open you shall keep quiet about it. From what Steve told me your wife’s had more pricks than a pin cushion so one more shan’t make any difference.”
Still pondering Mr Bailey’s parting words I hardly noticed the rain had eased off when he was suddenly by my side again.
“I don’t need to tell you where that’s been,” he jeered, flaunting his flaccid but huge looking penis at me.
“I’ve just had your wife.” Mr Bailey went on triumphantly. “She’s an incredibly good fuck, my lad was right, I’m definitely going to be having lots more of her cunt.”
“No, no.” I yelled when he slapped my bottom. “Leave us alone.”
“I don’t think so,” he chuckled. “My lad’s giving it to her again now and when he’s finished I’m going to take another turn.”
Suddenly thrusting his hand between my thighs Mr Bailey grabbed my testicles.
“Another peep out of you and I shall give your useless little balls a good hard squeeze,” he snarled, applying a little pressure as he did so, just enough to make me beg him to desist.
“Your wife’s ours to use as we see fit and don’t you forget it.” Mr Bailey snarled and with that he’d gone, the rain was coming on again.
It was Steve who came to taunt me next.
“My old man’s thoroughly enjoying himself today, both fucking your wife and having some fun with you,” he said, untying me from the tree.
Released from the uncomfortable position after so long I collapsed on the wet ground at the smiling Steve’s feet.
“The old fellah said it was a good day when we got this contract and to tell you he shall be a regular visitor from now on.”
I groaned, seeing Mr Bailey approaching.
“That’s right, the wimp’s wife is our plaything to do as we want with,” he jeered.
He was again undoing his jeans and I cowered on the ground when he said,
“Let’s see how the bastard likes the taste of my cock now it’s been hard up his wife’s cunt. Come on numpty lick it clean.”
I made no move so Steve knelt and powerd my face into contact with his man’s testicles. Father and mister were laughing as Mr Bailey’s penis and balls were rubbed back and forth across my face until Steve powerd my mouth open and I had no choice but to accept the penis between my lips. With the men jeering and exchanging contemptuous remarks about me I licked and sucked Mr Bailey’s penis.
I was then powerd to enact the same scenario with Steve, licking and sucking his penis also.
“Remember what we planned? I’m ready when you are mister.” Mr Bailey said.
“Right, let’s relieve ourselves.” Steve replied.
A stream of urine from Mr Bailey’s penis hit me on the chest, soaking through my already sodden shirt, before he directed it onto my face. With Steve joining in I did nothing but grovel whimpering at their feet, man and mister laughing jubilantly as they urinated on me, both making sure to soak my face.
“Go and see how we’ve left your wife, shagged out on the bed.” Steve said finally, shaking the last drops of urine onto my face.
“Yea, your missus has been well and truly fucked today.” Mr Bailey jeered. “Between us we’ve fucked her 4 times and really opened her cunt up.”
Zipping up man and mister moved off, Mr Bailey pausing to shout back,
“Just so as you know, I’m coming back tomorrow for some more, and the next day, and the next. I’m gonna use your wife like a slut, fucking her whenever I feel like it. In fact we both are and there’s nothing you can do to stop us, your wife wants our cocks as much as we want her juicy cunt.”
The men went on their way laughing merrily and I made my way somewhat painfully to the house. They were right! Irene lay flaked out on the bed, legs flung wide, vagina gaping open, and the lips looking red and swollen. Her thighs were a mass of small bruises and I thought at first she’d been taken violently, particularly as she was crooning softly to herself.
“Sorry for letting you in for that, I couldn’t stop them.” I mumred my apologies.
“Oh but it was fantastic.” Irene smiled up at me. “Two huge cocks, one after the other, I’ve never experienced anything like it. Or so many orgasms!”
Clearly embarrassed to see me staring hungrily between her thighs my wife rolled over onto her tummy and I was shocked to see teeth marks all over her buttocks.
“Who did that?”
“Steve added a couple but most are his man’s.” Irene told me. “He also licked and kissed my anus, it was heavenly. But you’re all wet and smelly.”
I told Irene everything that had been done to me, including the men urinating over me, but if I expected any sympathy and concern, was sadly mistaken. She merely laughed!
Confirming that Mr Bailey should indeed be returning tomorrow, and hopefully for a long time to come, Irene told me that it excited her to be the men’s sex slave.
“I’ve agreed to be their slut, to use whenever and however they want.” Irene giggled.

* * *
With the passing months my sexual deprivation served as a constant source of amusement for man and mister. It wasn’t that my wife refused, or didn’t want to have sex with me but due to at least one; often the pair of them, fucking her daily, and anything up to 4 times a day, Irene was left satiated and fully satisfied. Far more so than I could ever hope to satisfy her as Mr Bailey took great pleasure in regularly reminding me.
I should often be banished from the house on their arrival, Mr Bailey in particular usually sending me on my way with a variety of contemptuous remarks.
“Close the door on your way out numpty, a real man’s here to take care of your wife now.” Typical of them.
However, from time to time he made me stay so as to witness Irene’s pleasure at his hands. My wife’s ecstatic yells and screams echoing round the house while the guy fucked her invariably made me cringe, I knew as he did that she’d never responded so vociferously with me.
“Your wife’s mine now as far as sex is concerned,” he jeered.
Mr Bailey also gloatingly told me, as I’d already realised myself, that Irene should never again be content with my little penis.
“With 2 big cocks pounding her cunt day after day your wife shall never have any more use for your pathetic little thing,” he taunted, adding. “By the time we’ve finished with her, your wife’s cunt shall be open house for any big cock that comes her way, the tart shall drop her knickers for anything in trousers.”

Chapter 3
Whereas Steve’s offense and punishment of me had been carried out in a relatively light-hearted manner, just as an added extra to his main interest in having sex with my wife, Mr Bailey proved far more malicious in his dealings with me. In fact I sometimes thought he derived as much pleasure in the punishment and offense of me as he did in fucking Irene!
A shaven headed, moustachioed guy, Mr Bailey always insisted on his surname being used in my dealings with him and never allowed me to address him by his Christian name. Forty eight when his fun and games with us began, Mr Bailey could be very sadistic at times, seeming to take malicious pleasure in humiliating and belittling me in front of my wife. He encouraged his mister to join in the derision of me, regularly making me grovel on the floor at their feet listening to the scorn and contempt they enjoyed heaping on me. Irene found it highly entertaining, even encouraging the men in their abasement of me, much to Mr Bailey’s joy and my own sense of offense.
“I’m going to power you down to the depths of degradation and then some, you snivelling worm,” he snarled one day. “Your wife’s our property to do as we want with now, to use her cunt whenever we want.”
Once a week Mr Bailey made a point of caning and whipping me in front of Irene, a offense I actually grew to love! Afterwards I should sometimes be ordered to insert his penis inside my wife’s vagina, Mr Bailey remarking one day that it must make a change to have a decent sized cock in my hand instead of my own little thing.
Sometimes he should order me to masturbate while he fucked Irene, something else I was only too happy to do as I watched his massive penis drilling in and out of my wife, his sneers and jeers doing nothing to dampen my ardour.
“A schoolboy’s cap and short trousers for you from now on Noddy.” Mr Bailey told me one day, handing me said items.
“Yea, you’ve only got a little boy’s cock so you might as well wear little boy’s clothes whenever real men are here to take care of Irene,” a smiling Steve added.
From then on I was expected to dress as a little boy in short trousers, school tie and blazer, with a school cap on my head whenever either of the men were in the house. Any neglect on my part to don the required attired should result in a caning, particularly severe when administered by Mr Bailey, so I had no choice but to adopt the humiliating role of schoolboy.
One day I was made to stand in the corner of the bedroom facing the wall with a dunces cap on my head, and orders not to look round. I must have stood there for well over 2 hours, fully erect throughout, while I listened to my wife’s ecstatic cries ringing out as the 2 men enjoyed themselves with her.
Irene’s shrieks and cries had, by this time, become very familiar, daily echoing around the house as one or other of the big men fucked her.
Nearly every time he visited Mr Bailey ordered me to lick his penis, chiefly after he’d fucked Irene, intent on displaying his mastery over me to her.

* * *
Then came the day I was ordered to strip naked whereupon Mr Bailey tied my wrists together behind my back while Steve secured my ankles. Completely helpless I was then carried to the bathroom and placed, non to gently, into the empty bath.
“Hope you stocked up with the cans of beer we ordered.” Steve said.
“Yes, there are lots in the fridge.”
“Good. We’re now going back downstairs to take and have some fun with Irene. When our bladders are full to bursting we shall come back and empty them on you.” Mr Bailey informed me.
Well I’ve been urinated on a few times by now but his next words made me squirm and protest vehemently.
“We shall bring Irene with us so she can watch while we piss all over you. Show your wife what a total wimp you are, how you’re under our thumb, our slave to command.” Mr Bailey sneered, Steve jeering, “What a turd, what a tosser, just standing by while other guys fuck your missus.”
Of course my protests went unheeded, man and mister departed laughing. I was left contemplating Mr Bailey’s words, shattered that they intended to humiliate me thus in front of Irene.
Periodically while laying helplessly in the bath I heard bursts of laughter coming up from the lounge.
Time passed very slowly to my tormented mind but eventually the men returned and my heart sank to see Irene with them, perhaps I’d hoped she might refuse to come. They were all naked and the sight of my wife’s body, the many love bites on her bottom and bruises on her thighs, testifying to much vigorous lovemaking over the months, prompted the inevitable erection followed by their also inevitable scorn.
“Look at hubby’s tiny little cock Irene; even with a hard on it’s barely 3 inches.” Steve jeered, flaunting his massive penis at me.
My wife smiled and ran her fingers lovingly along the length of his penis.
“Still you don’t have any need or use for his tiny cock nowadays do you love?” Mr Bailey said leering at me as he took one of my wife’s baloobas in his hand. “Now you’ve got our big cocks to play with you never need bother with his again.”
My wife, who now had an arm around each of their waists as they stood in a row beside the bath looking down at me, smiled at Mr Bailey and said, “You’re right, it’s a pathetically small little thing. I can’t imagine how I could ever have got any pleasure from it inside me. Not like your lovely big cocks.”
The men laughed while I cringed at Irene’s willingness to join in their offense of me.
“I hope the pair of you are going to continue fucking me for many years to come. You know it’s what I need and I shall do anything you want.” Irene murmured, now cradling their balls in her hands.
The men’s laughter had a distinctly triumphant ring to it now before Mr Bailey leant over to hiss, “Now you’ve heard it from her own lips wimp, your wife shall open her legs for us anytime. Some of our mates shall also be sampling her cunt before we’re done.”
He straightened up again, grinning smugly as he looked down at me. If he had wanted to demonstrate his power over me he had certainly succeeded. It was plain that my wife had become their plaything to use as they saw fit, just as he’d predicted all those months ago.
A jeering Mr Bailey began urinating over me, his mister quickly joining in, and my offense was compounded by Irene’s willingness, nay eagerness, to hold the 2 big cocks and direct the streams of urine over my body. Following Mr Bailey’s instruction she made sure to thoroughly soak my face, the men’s triumphant laughter ringing out as I twisted and turned in vain to avoid the streams of hot pee cascading onto me. Of course I closed my eyes, both to avoid the pee and to shut out the sight of the men’s gloating faces, but it went up my nose and, as I spluttered, also into my mouth much to their delight.
The twin streams dwindled to a trickle, Irene shaking the last few drops down onto me, and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was over. The relief was short lived though. I was horrified to see the men lift my wife up and hold her over the side of the bath, legs wide apart. Then she too urinated over me, the direction inevitably more wayward than the men’s, but my sense of ignominy and offense at her willingness to play a part in their torment of me knew no bounds.
“You might as well have a good look at your wife’s cunt now you’ve got the opportunity.” Steve jeered.
“Yea, have a good look at what you’re not getting wimp.” Mr Bailey sneered, joining in the mockery. “Your wife’s cunt is ours to use whenever we want. Isn’t that right Irene?”
“Of course darling. Leave him now and take me to the bedroom, I want to feel your lovely big cocks inside me again.”
Laughing triumphantly, man and mister carried her from the room, Mr Bailey looking back to taunt, “We’re both going to fuck your wife now while you lay there stinking in our piss. I shall leave the door open so you hear Irene’s shrieks while we give it to her.”
He was certainly right there although I should have heard my wife’s yells and cries even if all doors had been closed!
When Steve’s visits stopped due to a relationship developing with a girl his own age I had hopes that Mr Bailey should also cease to plague us, or rather me, as Irene had no problem with his attentions. Just the opposite in fact!
It wasn’t to be though. Mr Bailey, he continued to insist on the prefix Mr whenever I addressed him, turned out to be a divorcee who prior to his fun and games with Irene had regularly visited prostitutes.
“Don’t need to pay for it anymore though,” he gloated when telling me this. “I can use your wife whenever I get the urge.”
Seeing me biting my lip, Mr Bailey went on, “That’s right your wife’s my own private prostitute to use as I see fit and with the added bonus of being free! Mind you I might share her with a few selected mates. Could even make a few quid by hiring her out.”

He laughed at my protests.
“In fact it’s a redy good idea. I can make some money from your wife opening her legs for a load of blokes. We both know she’s nothing but a whore. As long as the slut’s got a big fat cock inside her she doesn’t care who’s on the end of it.”
He was as good as his word, unfortunately!
Over the next few months I became used to Mr Bailey arriving with friends, friends who should invariably be introduced to me as the cuckold husband. He always made sure I witnessed the transaction when the guy, or sometimes guys, in question handed him the money to have sex with Irene.
“Nice little earner for me, your wife’s cunt,” he gloated one day waving a wad of notes in my face, with 3 guys sitting in the lounge watching a football match on television while waiting their turn, a fourth upstairs with Irene. “Twenty quid a time, but at least they’re getting it unlike you!”
One day Mr Bailey arrived in one of the firms small trucks. Nothing unusual there as, following Steve’s example, he often used me to clean the firms vehicles. On this occasion though the brother who runs the building firm with him was seated beside Mr Bailey.
I approached in some trepidation when Mr Bailey shouted to me, not relishing being humiliated in front of his brother. He told me to unload the wood, planks and such like, and carry it into the larger of my two barns.
“What for?”
“Don’t ask questions wimp; just do as you’re told.” Mr Bailey snapped, his brother grinning at my discomfort.
The brother was introduced as Eric, at forty five a bit younger than Mr Bailey.
“This is the wimp I told you about.” Mr Bailey said as introduction.
“What the guy who can’t satisfy his wife so you do the business for him?”
“Yea, me and a lot of other blokes. Pathetic isn’t he.”
With the brothers laughing I hurriedly began unloading and carrying the materials into the barn, keen to escape their scorn. Eventually everything had been transported inside, my work overseen by the lounging, grinning brothers.
“Eric’s involved with the carpentry side of the business.” Mr Bailey told me. “He’s going to construct a couple of things in the barn and you can help out as his lackey. Meanwhile I’m going over to the house and give your wife another good fucking.”
He turned away laughing and Eric set to work.
My role consisted in passing items to him as required, lengths of wood, tools, nails etc. Soon the first construction began to take shape and I recognised a pillory.
“My brother wants you locked in this while he enjoys your wife,” a smiling Eric told me. “Your hands padlocked up beside your head shall prevent you playing with yourself. I bet you want to now!”
His last remark was prompted by Irene’s yell reaching us from the bedroom and Eric paused in his work to listen.
“Hmm, sounds as if Bro’s really giving it to your wife. Can you imagine her writhing on the end of his cock?” he taunted.
I said nothing and the laughing Eric resumed his work.
“There, nearly finished. Put your head and hands in for a trial run.”
I did as he said, knowing refusal should be pointless, and the top bar came down affectively trapping my head and hands through the three holes. After snapping a padlock shut, Eric lowered the crossbar downwards and it was only then that I realised the ingenuity of his construction. Unlike a normal pillory the upright had a series of notches into which the crossbar could be fitted and as he tested them I found myself powerd to shuffle my feet backwards until my body was bent at right angles.
“Perfect, works a treat,” he said, grabbing a handful of hair to yank my face upwards. “What do you think my brother’s been doing while we’ve been working out here?”
I remained silent until Eric snapped, “Come on spit it out, you know full well what’s been happening in the house. You heard the lady screaming with pleasure same as I did. What’s he been up to?”
“Fucking my wife.” I murmured.
“That’s right but put some detail on it. Tell me the things they’ve been doing, apparently you’ve watched enough times. And call me Sir, I’m your Master now along with my brother so show me some respect.”
While talking Eric moved out of my line of sight and feeling his hands undoing my trousers I groaned, guessing what was coming next.
“Come on, talk to me,” he urged, pulling my trousers and underpants down.
“My wife shall have been licking and sucking your brother’s penis and balls while he licked her cunt.” I stammered reluctantly.
Feeling the cold blade of the saw stroking my bared and defenceless bottom and fearful about what he might do, I went on hurriedly, “Then he shall have fucked my wife, driving his big hard cock in and out of her cunt to spunk deep inside her.” I gabred.
A raucous laugh from the doorway brought my head up and I saw the naked Mr Bailey, a broad grin on his face, as he studied his brother’s handiwork.
“Excellent bit of carpentry,” he beamed. “And you’re right, smell where that’s been.”
Mr Bailey held his penis to my nose and the smell of my wife’s vagina was unmistakable.
“Now you can lick my cock clean while Eric warms your arse up with a few strokes from the flat blade,” he literally snarled.
The first, relatively light, flick of the cold steel across my bottom prompted an immediate response and Mr Bailey laughed jubilantly when I began licking his penis. He was holding my head up by the hair as I continued to lick all round the end of his mighty penis and with each stroke of the blade causing me to draw a sharp intake of breath the brothers were laughing triumphantly.
Suddenly kneeling, Mr Bailey put his face close to mine and hissed, “Should you like to fuck Irene the way I just did?”
“Oh yes, yes!” I exclaimed before yelping, the blade replaced by Eric’s hand.
“Well you’re not going to, are you?”
“No.” I muttered downcast, adding of my own volition. “I’m unable to satisfy her so couldn’t expect my wife to have sex with me now she’s got you.”
“That’s right, your wife’s ours now and don’t you forget it,” a jubilant Mr Bailey crowed, clearly delighted by my reply.
The beating seemed to be over at last and Mr Bailey, still on his knees, said, “Do you know what my brother is going to do now?”
“No.” I muttered, though I had a good idea.
“Eric’s going to fuck your wife for the first time, the first of many. Show the wimp what you’ve got to offer the lady Bro.”
The crossbar being returned to the top notch I was brought upright with it, much to my relief. The powerd position had been increasingly uncomfortable. I now had a clear view of Eric, trousers and underpants round his knees, displaying a flaccid but incredibly fat looking penis for my inspection.
“My brother’s cock may not be quite as long as mine but look at the girth.” Mr Bailey said.
“Oh God, it’s marvellous!” a wide eyed Irene exclaimed, having entered the barn unnoticed at some stage.
Smiling at her Eric stripped completely naked for Irene’s inspection, clearly revelling in my wife’s appreciation of his physique. Tall and very broad chested, Eric is a mass of bulging muscles, the result of weight training it turned out. His upper torso and arms are covered in masses of tight greyish curls and I saw him flash me a triumphant smirk when Irene ran her fingers through them. With her other hand stroking the guy’s balls it was inevitable that Eric rapidly developed an erection.
“There what did I tell you? Bet you shall enjoy riding Eric’s fat cock.” Mr Bailey commented to Irene while releasing me from the pillory.
“God yes!” Irene was almost drooling in anticipation now, Eric sucking one of her nipples.
Propelling me to the front of the pillory Mr Bailey powerd me to the ground. I literally grovelled at their feet, looking at my wife who excitedly held a penis in each hand. Pushing me on to my back with his foot, Mr Bailey said, “What about hubby’s little cock, should you like to ride that?”
“Good God no. I don’t want that little worm!” my wife exclaimed emphatically. “He was always a waste of time in bed. I want yours, both of them.”
“What about you wimp. What do you think of my brother’s cock?”
“Impressive.” I admitted reluctantly.
“So you should be impressed.” Mr Bailey snapped. “Later you can become better acquainted with it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, though in my heart of hearts already knew the answer.
“After he’s fucked your wife you can lick my brother’s cock clean for him the way you do mine. It shall be a regular job for you now.” Mr Bailey told me.
“At least the turd shall get a smell of his wife’s cunt as unlike us he shall never get to use it.”
Eric’s comment provoked peals of laughter from all 3 of them and, actually revelling in my offense, I groaned, “Of course you’re right I can’t expect Irene to put up with my little penis any more and I shall gladly serve you in any way if you make her happy, and yes I want to lick and suck your cocks clean after you’ve pleasured her.”
To my undying shame I was grovelling at their feet masturbating as I debased myself thus.
“I told you I’d got the wimp well trained.” Mr Bailey said to his brother.
“Yea but I think the wanker still needs corporal punishment on a regular basis to make sure he knows who’s got the upper hand.”
“You’re right. On your feet wimp, bend over and touch your toes. From today you shall obey my brother the same as you do me. With Steve no longer in the running I’m sure Irene shall be happy to open her legs for Eric’s big fat cock instead.”
“Oh yes, yes! Get it done with and take me to the bedroom.” My wife was practically drooling as she stroked Eric’s penis.
The brother’s exchanged grins before Eric barked, “Come on turd, adopt the position.”
I gingerly bent over to touch my toes and he promptly took his belt to my backside, beating me with obvious relish while egged on by Mr Bailey whose scornful and contemptuous remarks accompanied the thrashing. The three of them laughed as my yells and screams for mercy rang out but inevitably Eric didn’t show me any.
Directly the beating was over I collapsed to the earthen floor only for the laughing Mr Bailey to urinate over me, during which time I saw Eric pick my wife up in his powerful arms and carry her off towards the house.
“On your knees and suck my cock.” Mr Bailey snarled.
Automatically responding to his command I found myself gulping it down when he finished off by urinating into my mouth.
“Carry on licking and sucking my cock. Make it hard ready to go and take another turn with your wife when Eric’s finished with her. Don’t forget my balls; I want to feel your mouth round them too.” Mr Bailey commanded
He stood hands on hips looking down at me with a contemptuous expression on his face as I meekly did as he said.
All the time I was licking and sucking Mr Bailey’s genitals he taunted me about what his brother should be doing with my wife.
“And while you play with your little boy’s cock your wife’s ours to do as we want with,” he taunted.
“You’re right of course; Irene doesn’t want me now she’s got you.” I whimpered pathetically.
“You were right Bro; this guy’s wife is a really good screw. Can’t get enough either, the randy bitch said to tell you to hurry back she wants some more.” Eric said entering the barn, then laughed to see me squatting on the dirt floor sucking Mr Bailey’s balls.
“What did I tell you, the tarts putty in our hands. We can have her whenever we want and there’s nothing hubby can do about it. He shall gladly lick your cock clean now it’s been up his wife’s cunt, wont you wimp.”
I muttered something in reply and the grinning Mr Bailey added, “He likes to smell and taste his wife’s cunt on guy’s cocks. After all it’s the nearest he ever gets to it these days.”
Then it was Eric straddling me and he said, “Do what you’ve been trained to do cocksucker.”
Suddenly I found myself holding his penis by the root and running my tongue round and round the glans, aware of a very strong smell of sexual activity emanating from it.
“What a little cuckolds brownie.” Eric sneered. “You’re nothing but a turd, a pathetic wanker. Your job is to lick my cock and balls clean every time I fuck your wife, and that shall be lots.”
“That’s right; teach the wimp his place Bro.” Mr Bailey encouraged.
Meanwhile I was licking and sucking Eric’s penis with uncontrollable relish, actually revelling in the offense they were subjecting me to and wanting it to go on. When I turned my attention to Eric’s balls, licking and even kissing them with loving care, the brothers jeering laughter rang out.
“The turd’s found his rightful place in the scheme of things.” Eric said.
“Yea our own permisteral cock cleaner.” Mr Bailey’s mocking voice commented.
Then I was sucking Eric’s penis, I couldn’t help myself, and Mr Bailey said, “That’s it demonstrate your subservience to Eric. Next you can lick and kiss his arse hole like you do mine as a sign of your total obedience.”
“Oh yes, I like that idea,” his brother said, quickly turning his back on me and bending low.
There was no hesitation, I palmed his buttocks to spread them and pressed my lips to Eric’s anus.
“Oh yes!” he shouted triumphantly. “Lick my bum hole you little cuckolds brownie.”
“You tell the wanker Bro.” Mr Bailey’s voice added before both brothers dissolved in laughter at the abject spectacle I made, grovelling on the dirt floor licking and kissing Eric’s anus.
Inevitably I was then ordered to give Mr Bailey the same treatment but by this time I was past caring, revelling in their humiliating treatment of me and began masturbating again while licking his anus, much to their amusement. They shouldn’t let me come though, Eric ordering me to stop playing with myself.
“We never need to do that. Your wife’s legs are permanently open for us.” Mr Bailey jeered. “Do you want me to go and fuck her now?”
“Yes,” my reply sounded faint.
“Speak up, what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck my wife. Please go now; I know she’s waiting impatiently for you.” I practically begged, knowing and not caring that I was humiliating myself to such a great extent before my jeering tormentors.
“Look at his tiny little cock Eric.”
“Yes, pathetic isn’t.” Eric agreed.
“Yea and so is he. Go on then wanker; play with yourself again while I tell you what we’re going to do with your wife.”
Despite the jeers and laughter of the brothers I resumed masturbating and with Eric describing in lurid detail the things they intended doing to Irene, quickly came.
“Now lick the mess from your hand and swallow it.” Eric ordered.
Accompanied by their sneers and jeers I did so.
“You shall defer to us in all things, is that understood?” Eric snapped.
“Yes Sir, of course Sir.” I gabred all too eagerly. “But can I watch you satisfying my wife, at least occasionally?”
“Maybe, but only if you’re totally obedient to us and agree to serve us in any way. Even then there shall be a fee attached to your pathetic voyeurism.” Mr Bailey told me, with a wink at Eric.
“Oh yes, I shall be very good and do anything you say if you shall let me watch.” I begged.
“Anything eh?” Mr Bailey mused. “Next weekend you can come over to our yard and clean all the works vehicles, the office and toilets. In fact you can clean the office and toilets every weekend, our regular cleaner left recently and it shall save us the expense and hassle of employing a new one.”
“Yea and while you’re cleaning the bogs we shall be reaming your wife’s cunt out with our cocks.” Eric taunted.
“Yes, but what about watching?”
“Well, on receipt of £50 you can watch the two us fucking your wife. OK?” Mr Bailey told me.
“Oh yes whatever you say.” I agreed all too readily.
“Let’s make it £100, £50 each.” Eric said, to which I again agreed.
I remained laying on the floor in the barn for quite a while after the men had gone to the house, feeling totally humiliated and degraded to have taken part so willingly, even enthusiastically, in their treatment of me.
Henceforth both brothers should be my Masters in every way, Eric to be addressed as Sir to differentiate from Mr Bailey. My musings were frequently disturbed by Irene’s wild shrieks and ecstatic screams but despite a strong, almost overwhelming desire to see what was going on, I obeyed Mr Bailey’s orders and remained in the barn. Still in three days time, providing I have the £100 in cash, he promised me unlimited viewing. Although with the proviso that I shall be tied up and unable to play with myself, and I shall also have to lick both men’s cocks clean in front of my wife after they’ve fucked her.
“That should keep you in your place and show your wife what a pathetic wimp you are.” Mr Bailey jeered.

Love this one too (sorry, can't remember the name of the author)...

The Painful Curtsey

I stood trembling and sweating in the plush surrounds of my young wife Cindy’s bedroom, a rattan cane held between my teeth and arms each held out to one side holding two silver trays, one containing a telephone and the other a heavy telephone directory. Although, after holding these for five hours, they caused me a great deal of distress it was the fiendish device I stood on which caused me the greatest fear and anguish.
Called the “hotplate” by my wife, it was an electrical device which looked just like a small hotplate, about six inches square it was just large enough for me to stand on in my bare feet with about a couple of millimetres to spare around my feet. The cruel device works in the following way, should my feet leave direct contact with the plate a strong electric shock is sent automatically to a steel rod held in my arse and another one to the ring attached to a steel collar around the base of my scrotum. Strong enough to have me writhing in agony as the jolts pulse and hum in my balls and arse. Should my feet leave the plate the jolts continue until my feet are once again back in position!
This reamister I was in this position was that Jamister, my wife’s new young lover, had phoned earlier in the afternoon and I had unfortunately failed to answer the phone within the allowed three rings. Jamister had been kept waiting for five rings, so Cindy had decided that I was to hold this position for five hours, with the telephone and directory on trays to “let the punishment fit the crime” as Cindy likes to put it.
I was tempted to let the trays lower a fraction to ease the aching in my arms, after all I was nowhere near fit at 50 years of age, but the sight of Cindy coming into the bedroom made sure I stood to full attention, trembling and sweating though I was.

* * *
At 22, Cindy could be described by some people as a trophy wife, but certainly not by me! She enjoys making my life as miserable as she can, absolutely revels in the offenses and degradations she dishes out, which is the principle reamister an old masochistic pervert like me offered to marry her and provide her with a life of luxury in the first place.
Coming fresh from her shower, Cindy wore a silky satin robe, her soft perfume wafting through the bedroom as she approached me. She likes nothing better than to taunt and mock me as I perform menial tasks or hold agonising positions for hours on end and I could tell immediately that she was in the mood for amusing herself.
“Hope you’ve learned your lesmister fuckface, when my boyfriend rings me in future you shall, under no circumstances, keep him waiting. That phone shall be answered in three rings or you shall be back on that hotplate for even longer, understand?”
I nodded my head frantically, unable to speak with the wicked cane held in my teeth. I knew I should be getting six agonising strokes later at her leisure. Cindy came up close to my trembling face, so close I felt light headed and faint at the scent of her perfume. Her satin robe accidently brushed my chest and her soft milky baloobas seemed to taunt me as she deliberately flaunted them inches from my face. For a moment I could sense what it must be like to be her boyfriend, able to grope and feel her arse and baloobas through the expensive robe as she purred like a kitten, welcoming the attentions of a real man. Of course that was not for me though, God help me if I so much as laid a finger on her charms!
Slightly shaking my head to clear it, I concentrated on her mocking instructions to me,
“That phone call, which you where too lazy to answer earlier, was Jamister saying he’s coming round later to have a look at you.”
I hadn’t met Jamister yet, he was Cindy’s latest boyfriend and I dreaded her boyfriends’ witnessing and joining in with my torments. Some studs just wanted me out of the way to fuck Cindy, others took delight in tormenting me.
“Shall I tell you how I met Jamister, dog turd?, I was out at Shelby’s restaurant in town with Lucy, and Jamister was with a group of his banker friends at a nearby table. You know the type, young guns, 18 and 19 years olds, earning a fortune in bonuses on top of their huge salaries, out celebrating their latest bonus payments. Well, the waiter was this old bald man, much like yourself, desperate to keep his pathetic job, literally jumping to obey when Jamister or one of the others snapped their fingers. He was so nervous around these young Gods that he spilled some wine on the table.
Well, Jamister threatened to have this old guy sacked and the pathetic wretch was so terrified that he actually got down on his knees and started licking Jamister’s shoes, begging him to allow him to keep his silly job while Jamister laughed in his face. Jamister was so arrogant and cruel with the old creep it really left a damp patch on my pussy and I just had to go over and introduce myself. Lucy and I joined his table and I was able to witness at first hand just how cruel Jamister could be to inferiors. He had the guy scrambling and scurrying around all night, fetching takes, lighting cigars and our cigarettes while we laughed in his face. It was sooo fucking hot! At the end of the night Jamister had the waiter bring him the bill for his table, and for Lucy and me too, and then made the waiter rip up the bill in front of us, put the pieces in his mouth and eat them! The poor sap had to pay our bill out of his tiny, tiny wage. It shall take him months to pay off our meal!”
Cindy leaned in even closer to my sweating face, her soft scented tendrils of hair almost touching my face, and spoke softly, almost gently in my ear,
“So if that’s how Jamister treated that pathetic wretch of a waiter, just imagine the absolute grovelling subservience he shall expect from the likes of you. And I’m going to see and enjoy every second.”
Cindy leaned back from me again, regarding the cane still held in my mouth, “Mmm, six strokes I think I said, wasn’t it dog turd?” again I nodded my head in reply. Suddenly her manicured finger and thumb flicked me hard across the nose. It was so sudden and painful that I dropped the cane from my teeth, letting it fall to the floor.
“Pick that up you fat fuck!” Cindy ordered.
Of course that meant I should have to break contact with the hotplate and I braced myself for the excruciating pain that I knew should course through my balls and arse. I started to set the tray with the phone and book gingerly on the ground.
“Who told you to let go those trays? Keep holding them up and pick up my cane with your fucking teeth.” Cindy snarled.
Cindy stood with hands on the hips of her satin robe as she watched me frantically try to pick up the cane, all the while those damn jolts of electricity pulsing painfully through my weary body.
Eventually I had it in my mouth and resumed my position on the plate, standing to attention again.
“Twelve stokes now fuckface.” Cindy smirked. Again I saw her raise her finger and thumb, holding them close to my nose, ready to flick again, pausing to prolong the tension, then another painfully hard flick, causing my eyes to water and the cane to fall yet again!
“Dear, oh dear fuckface, 24 strokes now! How clumsy of you! And here is how you’re going to get them. When Jamister arrives, you shall be on the hotplate dressed in your dress maid’s uniform, all flouncy petticoats and frills. You shall wait until Jamister is sat comfortably on the couch in front of you and I’m sitting in his lap nuzzling his ear, just how he likes it. Then you shall step off that hotplate, and curtsy to him. You shall curtsey and curtsey and ask him VERY humbly to cane you...hard! Make it good, show him how much you regret making him wait five rings! And you shall keep curtseying until he accepts your offer. Knowing Jamister he might light a cigarette and keep you curtseying until he finishes it, watching the agony in your face, or we might snog a long while, totally ignoring you while you bob up and down with the electricity frying your balls. I imagine it shall be quite a relief for you when he does eventually accept your offer. How humiliating is that, to be pathetically grateful that your wife’s 19 year old boyfriend has agreed to cane you before he fucks me?”.

Not to mention this one ...

Journal Extracts
by JRPMTP©

The following are verbatim extracts from my Journals, including dialogue as recorded at the time; plus additional, (bracketed) explanation or comment if and when required. I have kept a Diary since my younghood but switched to the Journal format a couple of years before these entries begin, finding the unstructured pages of a notebook more useful than the limiting daily sections of a diary.
First a few minimal permisteral details.
At the time of these first entries I was 36, my wife, a petite and very attractive brunette, 33. Childless, we had been married for 8 years.

Part 1

Saturday, July 19, 2003.
Left home ten a.m. arrived in Looe five p.m. Two breaks en route but a longer journey to Cornwall than I’d expected. Our cottage seems very good with the owner, Doug, living in the adjoining one. Looked round Looe in the evening and sampled a couple of pubs. Bumped into Doug in one of them. Dark-haired and tanned, the muscular looking Doug is a divorcee in his mid-forties.

Sunday, July 20, 2003.
Walked the coastal path to a monkey sanctuary after lunch in a pub recommended by Doug. It proved to be as good as he’d said and I wish we’d taken his other piece of advice. Doug remarked that the coastal path is longer and more strenuous than it looks on the map and suggested driving. Of course I knew better and insisted that we walk, tiring us both out in the process. To say that Marie was annoyed should be an understatement. No lovemaking tonight! The second night running as I’d been too tired after the drive on Saturday.

Monday, July 21, 2003.
Drove to Fowey and the Daphne Du Maurier visitor centre, one of our favourite authors. Interesting to see the area she was so familiar with.
Relaxing in the rear garden later when Doug popped round to suggest meeting up for a take in the evening. Marie was only wearing her yellow bikini trousers and he could hardly take his eyes off her baloobas! In the pub later he could hardly take his eyes off her legs, Marie wearing a rather short skirt. I think we all probably drank too much, I was certainly too far gone for lovemaking later. The take also loosened Doug’s tongue because during a visit to the loo he bemoaned the lack of sex in his life, admitting to not having had intercourse since his marriage broke up over three years ago. Doug said he envied me having a very attractive, sexy looking wife.

Tuesday, July 22, 2003.
The Eden project early with me feeling decidedly the worse for wear.
Sunbathing in the garden later when Doug joined us. At one point Marie fetched a couple of takes, handing him the second one and leaving me to fetch my own. She is plainly still miffed with me. Like yesterday, Doug could hardly take his eyes off my wife’s baloobas; the main reamister he’d come round, I suspect!

Wednesday, July 23, 2003.
Drove to a number of castles around Bodmin. Went on my own as Marie said she didn’t fancy a lot of stuffy old buildings and wanted to sunbathe instead.
On my return I found her sunbathing in Doug’s garden. He’d invited us to use it, which is good of him, as his garden is not only more secluded than ours but also better appointed. I bet Doug was disappointed though because Marie reclined next to him wearing her short mauve skirt and white top instead of being topless as in our garden! Marie had enjoyed her rest in the sun anyway; she seemed on top of the world. Annoyingly though, there was still no lovemaking tonight.

Thursday, July 24, 2003.
We’d planned a trip to the lost gardens of Heligan today but Marie again cried off, which surprised me as I thought it was something she was particularly interested in seeing. I said I’d stay and sunbathe with her, a bit annoyed because it’s not really my thing; I like to get out and about as Marie well knows. Indeed, she encouraged me to go without her, saying it wasn’t fair to spoil my holiday plans on her account.
When I returned from a very enjoyable trip Marie was again sunbathing in Doug’s garden, this time topless, which no doubt accounted for his jolly demeanour; several hours of ogling my wife’s baloobas! I waxed lyrical about the places I’d been but neither of them seemed particularly interested. I invited Doug to join us for an evening meal as a thank you for keeping Marie amused in my absence which he smilingly accepted.
We went to the usual pub but this time I deliberately restrained my takeing. However, it didn’t do me any good as Marie wasn’t in the mood for sex. When she undressed I noticed a blemish on her bottom and jokingly said it looked like a love bite. Oh, that must be the bruise from when I walked into a corner of the table, Marie told me, quickly slipping into her nightdress. No doubt to dampen my ardour.

Friday, July 25, 2003.
Out on my own again today, this time by train to Liskeard. I didn’t find it very interesting though, and decided to catch an early train back to Looe and take Marie for a pub lunch. You never know it might put her in the mood for an afternoon of lovemaking.
She wasn’t in the cottage so I assumed she’d be next door sunbathing again. Popping upstairs to change my shirt, I glanced out of a rear window to check if Marie was indeed next door, the window commanding a good view of Doug’s garden.
What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Doug’s bare backside was pumping up and down like a piston and the legs bent up at the knee on either side of it were plainly Marie’s! I was dumbstruck, rooted to the spot and staring as though magictised by the sight of Doug fucking my wife. I soon realised I could also hear Marie’s ecstatic cries ringing out as he really gave it to her. Strangely there was no thought of running outside and venting my anger. Stranger still was the realisation that I had developed an erection!
What happened next I can only attribute to frustration caused by the lack of sex during our holiday because I actually stood there masturbating while watching Doug fucking my wife! I came in my hand long before he did, but inside Marie.
The reamister for his longevity was explained when I later learned that it was their second bout of intercourse that morning.
Shocked, not only by the discovery of my wife’s adultery but my own automatic reaction to it, I just remained standing there until the end. When Marie’s cries reached a crescendo I was shattered to realise she’d experienced orgasm, something never attained during intercourse but only through oral sex with me. When Doug eventually rolled off to lie beside her I received yet another shock. His penis, though now flaccid, looked huge. Certainly considerably bigger than my own modest member.
Seeing the lovers looking very contented and pleased with themselves I was uncertain what to do. However, when Marie began playing with Doug’s penis it was time to act. Running next door, I blurted out that I’d seen everything from the window. Marie was embarrassed to have been caught out but not so Doug, who just said, “I suppose you had a wank while watching, otherwise you’d have intervened.”
I bit my lip saying nothing; he’d rather taken the wind out of my sails.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” he persisted, and I nodded dumbly.
Doug laughed before telling me to fetch them a couple of takes as it was hot work making love in the sun. I just turned to do his bidding as though on automatic pilot. Before I’d finished preparing their takes Doug came in needing the loo. Pausing in his passage through the kitchen he said, “If you saw as much as you said you shall know how much your wife enjoyed it.”
I just nodded dumbly.
“And presumably Marie’s happiness is important to you?” he asked.
“Of course.” I replied.
“Then you shall not object to your wife spending the remainder of the holiday in my bed rather than yours.” Doug grinned, knowing he’d caught me there.
When I remained silent he added, “I’m a benevolent sort of chap. I shall let you watch and have a wank from time to time while I’m fucking your wife.”

Saturday, August 2, 2003.
Incredible as it seems I masturbated again first thing this morning and can only put it down to my pent-up frustration caused by lack of sex over the last fortnight.
While I served their breakfast Doug asked me if I’d had a wank. When I replied in the affirmative he asked how many times, seeming to possess an uncanny knack of divining things.
“Three.” I replied, almost whispering in my shame, which Doug found highly amusing.
Marie had done most of her packing so I loaded the car while they breakfasted, wanting to escape the gloating Doug as soon as possible. However, it wasn’t that simple. I was sent upstairs to change Doug’s soiled sheets for one last time while they said their goodbye’s in the hall. The crumpled, semen-stained top sheet showed evidence of much sexual activity and I bundled it up quickly. Out of sight, out of mind.
While Marie went out to the car Doug held me back. “I’m keeping these as a trophy.” he smirked, fishing a pair of Marie’s knickers from his pocket.
“I’ve fucked you wife twenty seven times in eleven days,” he went on, seemingly boasting of his prowess. “While you haven’t had it at all.”
Doug’s laughter followed me out to the car.
We were both very quiet during the journey home - Marie, I suspect, already beginning to regret her fling with Doug.

Saturday, August 9, 2003.
Marie has been subdued all week, no doubt suffering remorse of conscience over her indiscretion with Doug.

Sunday, August 10, 2003.
I wanted sex this morning and Marie, though obviously reluctant, obliged. It was a disaster. Within seconds of entering her I came, depressingly unable to keep the image of Doug’s backside pumping away between my wife’s thighs out of my mind. A waste of a condom really as it had taken me longer to put it on than fill it! Obviously it did nothing for Marie but I think she was happy it was over so quick, not being at all in the mood.

Part 2
(My first extracts indicate just how naïve I must have been at the time and also perhaps my inadequacy in the bedroom. The following extracts do nothing to lessen my sense of offense, just the reverse in fact.)

Saturday, October 25, 2003.
Our sex life remains non-existent at the moment but at least Marie seems to be coming out of the listless, subdued state she’s been in ever since our holiday. In fact, she seems to be returning, albeit slowly, to her old cheerful and bubbly self. Perhaps she’s getting over the guilt feelings about her adulterous affair with Doug.
(I hadn’t had sex with my wife since the disastrous episode mentioned at the end of my first Journal extracts but my assessment of Marie’s feelings couldn’t have been further from the truth, as the following extract shall show.)

Saturday, November 1, 2003.
Marie’s growing cheerfulness, her demeanour seeming to become more animated with each passing day, has been explained. I’m writing up my Journal in our spare bedroom, very aware of the rhythmic pounding of bedsprings emanating from the Master bedroom next to it. The sound of the bedsprings, coupled with my wife’s ecstatic cries, makes it plain that Doug’s fucking her yet again. He only arrived five hours ago but has already fucked Marie three times! This is a resume of the day’s events.
Hoping to take advantage of Marie’s cheerfulness this morning - she was singing in the shower - I tentatively suggested sex, pointing out that it had been a long time. She just laughed however, and told me to be patient; I should be able to relieve my frustration later. I now know what she meant as within minutes of his arrival Doug was fucking my wife on the hall floor with me, to my shame, masturbating while I watched. I was that frustrated!
We were sitting in the lounge when Marie suddenly jumped up, exclaiming, “He’s here!” before dashing out to the front door.
She’d been in a strange mood all day, a sense of nervous anticipation about her, and I now saw the reamister why. Looking out of the window I was astonished to recognise Doug’s car on the drive and, indeed, Doug himself alighting from it. Stunned, I followed Marie out into the hall in time to witness her greeting Doug with a long and passionate kiss during which his hands squeezed her bottom. Then the aforementioned scene took place.
Lifting my wife’s skirt, Doug said, “Good, you’ve taken your knickers off ready for me.”
“Of course, it’s what you wanted. I took them off hour’s ago.” she replied.
Lowering her to the carpet, where Marie pulled her skirt high and spread her legs eagerly - far too eagerly for my liking, Doug swiftly dropped his trousers and underpants to mount her. The front door having been left open in their eagerness to get at one another, I hastily closed it. Then, and hoping they wouldn’t see me, I quickly unzipped to release my own erection. To my undying shame I then masturbated frantically, eyes glued to Doug’s buttocks, pumping rapidly up and down between my wife’s thighs. I quickly came in my hand and then leaned back against the door, shattered by the experience but my eyes still glued to Doug’s pumping buttocks.
Only when their intercourse was over did Doug acknowledge my existence, saying, “Fetch my cases from the car and unpack them in the main bedroom after shifting your stuff to the spare room. I shall be occupying the marital bed for the next seven weeks.”
Like in Cornwall I just turned to carry out his bidding, devastated by his comment about staying seven weeks. I did as Doug wanted, first moving all my clothes and anything else I might need into the spare room, before installing his in their place. For some reamister, I found the distasteful task of unpacking Doug’s underpants particularly humiliating.
I’d just about finished when they came in, Marie naked but for stockings and suspenders, her radiance plain to see. Doug, in just his underpants, said, “Good, you’ve finished. Now clear off and close the door on your way out.”
My last glimpse as I closed the door was of Doug slipping out of his underpants with my wife already on the bed, legs wide apart awaiting his pleasure. I experienced a pang of envy when I saw Doug’s penis. I’d forgotten, perhaps deliberately, just how big it is, and Marie’s very obvious eagerness to receive it.
It turns out that Doug owns several properties in and around Looe, deriving a very good income from them. He closes most of the holiday homes at the end of October for the winter months, employing a couple of cleaners/handymen to do any work that is needed during that period. Hence his sudden appearance at our house and the explanation for Marie’s growing cheerfulness as his arrival time approached. Unbeknown to me they’ve kept in touch.

Sunday, November 2, 2003.
Doug, already making his presence felt, has ordered me to fetch his newspaper and serve their breakfast in bed each morning just like I did in Cornwall. It shall mean a bit of a rush on work days but so be it.
(Fortunately I run my own business and can be fairly flexible in my hours. Marie also does a certain amount of office work for the firm but during Doug’s stay I had to employ a temp to carry out her duties. Another expense, but he said - and I quote - that my wife should be spending far too much time on her back with her legs open to have any to spare for mundane work.)
I was ordered to wash his car this afternoon, getting rid of the grime accumulated during his journey here.
“In fact you can clean my car once a week during my stay.” he added with a grin, while giving me my instructions.
I was ordered to fill his car up with petrol after cleaning it, which I did despite knowing from past experience that I wouldn’t be reimbursed the cost. Later I received my reward! Telling me to drop my trousers and underpants Doug ordered me across his knee for a spanking, first calling Marie from the kitchen to witness it.
“Just so you understand you place,” he said, beginning to spank my bared backside.
As with my experiences in Cornwall there was never any question of refusal in my mind, I just submitted meekly to the guy. I found it particularly galling that, as in Cornwall, Marie actually encouraged Doug in his chastisement of my buttocks, seeming to find it exciting. However, by the time I was permitted to stand I sported a full erection, something a mocking Doug pointed out to Marie, so surprisingly a part of me must find this sort of thing arousing.
Because he intends staying with us until Christmas they’ve concocted a story in which he purports to be Marie’s uncle should friends or acquaintances pay us a visit and wonder who he is. Marie’s family being mostly in Ireland and unlikely to turn up themselves it’s hopefully a story we can get away with.
So it is that I have the dubious prospect of spending the next seven weeks relaxing alone while Doug takes my place in the marital bed, and between my wife’s legs - as he delighted in telling me.

Monday, November 3, 2003.
The following transaction took place between Doug and me earlier today. It’s now half-past ten and I’m preparing for bed.
“Here, I’ve brought you these.” Doug said with a smirk, handing me an envelope.
Inside I found six photos of Marie, all depicting her naked and posing on his bed back in Cornwall.
“You can keep those I’ve plenty more.” he added in a condescending tone
I’d known Doug to be a keen amateur photographer with some expensive-looking equipment but hadn’t realised Marie had posed for his camera during our holiday. I certainly wouldn’t have expected it of her. Normally quite a shy girl it demonstrates my wife’s infatuation for the guy.
“You can look at the pics and play with your little cock while I enjoy the real thing.” Doug jeered.
With that he left the room, turning in the doorway to taunt, “Make the most of the pics; they’re the closest you shall get to it for a couple of months.”
Indeed, with the photos of my wife laid out before me I’ve just masturbated, the visual stimuli augmented by Marie’s ecstatic cries as Doug pleasured her next door!

Friday, December 19, 2003.
Thankfully Doug has now returned home to prepare for Christmas, as one or more of his youngren shall be staying with him over the festive seamister. There is however a cloud on the horizon as he promised to return early in the New Year and stay until Easter, when his letting seamister begins. To my shame, Doug’s words about me being able to use the photos for masturbatory purposes proved all too prophetic. Night after night I’ve sat here looking at the nude photos of my wife while masturbating to the sounds of her being fucked by Doug in my own bed.

Wednesday, December 31, 2003.
Despite Doug’s absence there has been no resumption of marital relations for me; his promised return scuppering any hopes, not that I really had any, in that direction. I haven’t even been allowed to move back into the marital bedroom, Doug saying it wouldn’t be worth the trouble of reinstating my things just to move them out again when he returns. He’s left most of his clothes here anyway and I’m depressingly aware that my wife relaxs with a pair of his underpants on the vacant pillow beside her. Doug also left a couple of nude photos of himself on the bedside cabinet, in one of which he sports a full erection, to remind Marie of what she’s missing in his absence.

Thursday, January 1, 2004.
At long last Marie has been willing to discuss her fling with Doug. She assures me she’s not in love with him and that I shall understand her needs. Blushing somewhat, my wife told me she’d never realised that the sexual pleasure and satisfaction she experiences with Doug could exist. To my shame it seems I’ve never been able to satisfy my wife in bed but prior to her fling with Doug she hadn’t really thought much about it. Adding further to my sense of shame and offense, Marie said she’d never experienced orgasm with me, Doug, on the other hand, took her there every time they made love, even producing multiple orgasms in her at times, which my ears testified to!
(Unfortunately, she must have said something to Doug on similar lines because over the next three months he frequently taunted me about the way he was bringing my wife to orgasm, day after day, while I never had.)

Friday, January 2, 2004.
Doug has returned, bringing me a Christmas present! It’s a cane which he said shall replace his hand for my weekly punishment.

Later.
I can now testify that a caning is far more painful than a spanking! In fact, I’m lying on my stomach to write up my Journal, the by now very familiar sounds of pounding bedsprings and ecstatic cries emanating from next door.

Wednesday, January 7, 2004.
I must ask Doug not to cane me on Wednesdays. At the meeting tonight, Councillor B commented that I was fidgeting about in my chair like a cat on a hot tin roof. Good job he didn’t know my buttocks felt on fire from the severe caning they’d received just prior to my departure from home, and that while I was struggling to concentrate on the agenda my wife was in bed with her lover.

Sunday, April 4, 2004.
Doug has gone, having spent the last three months fucking my wife pretty much on a daily basis, usually more than once a day, lucky blighter. They even had anal intercourse during her periods, a fact which Doug delighted in telling me. I’m surprised my wife could take such a large penis in that way but her wild and lusty yells and shouts left me in no doubt as to the truth of his words. I’m also rather shocked by Marie’s evident enjoyment of anal intercourse with him, not having experienced it before. Of course, Doug derived great pleasure in taunting me about how intimately he knows my wife, saying that unlike me he’s come inside her mouth, vagina and anus.
His parting shot - and something I have little reamister to doubt - is that Marie shall never again be satisfied with my tiny penis, having been fucked hundreds of times by his much larger one.
“I’ve been breaking your wife in for other guys to enjoy.” he teased.
(So end my journal extracts detailing Marie’s affair - infatuation, rather - with Doug. Perhaps inevitably, his final words proved all too true. Over the years since then a number of guys have had the pleasure of fucking my wife so further extracts shall follow.)

Part 3

Wednesday, August 18, 2004.
Glastonbury today. Had a good look round the ancient abbey ruins before making the climb up to the Tor. Marie didn’t fancy the climb so we arranged to meet in a café on my return. Incredible views from the Tor, well worth the exertion to get up to it.
Met Marie at the café afterwards and found her in animated conversation with a guy who looked vaguely familiar. He introduced himself as Tom and it turns out he’s staying at the same hotel as us, hence the vague familiarity. Told them about my visit to the Tor, adding to Marie, perhaps a bit annoyed that I had to make the trip on my own, that she wouldn’t have found it too arduous. Tom arranged to meet us for a take in the hotel bar this evening.

Later.
Enjoyed a take with Tom. He’s in Bath for a few days on business, he didn’t specify what kind. A guy of 50, Tom’s a great wit and conversationalist and Marie sparkled in his company.
Returning from a visit to the loo at one point I could have sworn Tom’s hand was on my wife’s thigh but I may have been mistaken as he excused himself soon after my return, saying he needed an early night.

Thursday, August 19, 2004.
I woke up soon after midnight needing the loo. Marie’s side of the bed being empty I assumed she’d beat me to it. When she hadn’t returned after about five minutes, and with my bladder now bursting, I thought I’d better see if she was OK. To my surprise the en-suite was empty. Having relieved myself I returned to bed puzzled as to where she could be.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was the sound of the door closing. I feigned relax as Marie tiptoed into the room carrying her shoes. She also seemed to be carrying her underwear and the sight brought me fully awake and upright in the bed. Embarrassed, she had little choice but to confess where she’d been.
There is no easy way of writing this but it transpires that Tom had urged my wife to visit his room when I was arelax! In answer to my tentative question, not that I had any doubt, Marie admitted having had sex with him. What’s more she has agreed to visit his room again tonight, and nothing I could say should change her mind. In fact she told me how annoying she’d found it when I’d sat up reading longer than usual, thus delaying her departure.
“At least now you know I shan’t have to hang about waiting for you to go to relax.” she commented.
I begged Marie not to let on to Tom that I knew about her having sex with him and she agreed. At least I’d be spared that offense, preferring Tom to think he was fucking my wife behind my back than that I knew, but was powerless to stop her.

Later.
Breakfast was an embarrassment though. Inevitably Tom joined us and seeing his smirking face across the table and listening to my wife giggling at everything he said, did nothing for my appetite. I could just imagine him gloating as he remembered cuckolding me with Marie last night and how he should do so again tonight.
Stayed in Bath today as we’d planned. Went to the Book Museum which was very interesting, also the Assembly Rooms. After a light lunch we viewed the Royal Crescent followed by Bath Postal Museum, before returning to the hotel. Annoyingly, the first permister we saw on entering the hotel was Tom who had just completed his business. He’s going home after breakfast tomorrow. While waiting for the lift he asked about our day and I replied that it had been interesting but tiring. I was looking forward to a nice long soak in the bath. We were about to enter the lift when the receptionist called across that there was a phone call for me, so I went to take it while they travelled up without me. The call was from the President of Bath Rotarians, telling me tonight’s meeting has been cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances. Pity, I was looking forward to going along as a guest. Still I thought, travelling up in the lift, at least it shall prevent Tom doing anything with Marie in my absence. Which turned out to be rather naïve.
Entering our room I found Marie in the act of slipping out of her knickers and tights. The sight of her standing there with the short black dress hiked up around her waist was a very arousing one. Flushing Marie told me that Tom had suggested she slip along to his room for a ‘quickie’ while I was having my long and leisurely bath.
“And your going?” I asked incredulously.
“Oh God yes, what he did to me last night was brilliant.”
“What, as good as Doug?” I’ve no idea why I wanted to know or indeed remind myself of that humiliating episode.
Marie was pensive for a moment before saying,” Well almost but Tom’s not quite as big.”
“Did you, er, did you suck Tom’s penis?” Why I had to torment myself further I’ve no idea.
“Of course.” she replied, almost scornfully.
At least she was blushing as she practically pushed me aside to reach the door.
“Well if you must go please don’t let on that I know.” I called after her.
After a very long, but not very relaxing bath Marie still hadn’t returned to our room. However, she came in while I was towelling myself down. Whether it was the knowledge that my wife had just had sex with Tom, or more likely the sight of her slipping out of her dress that prompted my erection I don’t know.
“I suggest you do something to get rid of that.” she smiled, indicating my erect penis before going to take a bath in her turn.
Well it’s shameful to admit, even in the private pages of my Journal, but I did just that. Picking her discarded knickers up I wrapped them around my penis and masturbated, imagining as I did so the sort of things she might have been doing with Tom. Judging from the way she was singing in the bath Marie had certainly enjoyed herself.
When we met Tom for a take later he looked very pleased with himself as well he might! For some strange reamister when I excused myself to visit the loo I lingered just outside the door to look back. This time there was no mistake. Taking advantage of my absence Tom not only had his hand on my wife’s thigh but it was actually beneath her skirt. I hope no one else in the bar could see them but it’s quite likely they could.
Later, in our room, there was no need for pretence and Marie said she’d just give it a few minutes and then pop along to Tom’s room.
“I shall tell him you were worn out and are fast arelax already.” she explained, evidently Master of the situation.
“What about earlier. Did you enjoy your ‘quickie’?” I asked, although I don’t know why.
“Oh yes. He did it to me doggy fashion.” Marie said animatedly. “The feel of his big hard cock sliding in and out of me was gorgeous.”
With that she was gone leaving me pondering my wife’s words. Not so long ago her crude comments should have been unthinkable.
It must have been over two hours before Marie returned, looking radiant, but at least she was apologetic while telling me she’d enjoyed great sex with him. Not that it was much consolation for me.

Friday, August 20, 2004.
One last ordeal before Tom departs from our lives for good, and an ordeal it was. Again I was confronted by his smirking face over the breakfast table but this time he made a few snide remarks about unfaithful wives and their betrayed husbands. All of which indicated how the guy was gloating about cuckolding me with Marie, at least that’s my reading of it.
(A bit of a jump now to my wife’s fling with Peter. It was an affair which lasted for about eight months in 2005, with these Journal entries depicting a typical week during the last two months or so of it.)

Monday, June 20, 2005.
Arriving at Peter’s house around seven o’clock, Marie went inside while he gave me my instructions for the evening. I was to clean his car thoroughly, both inside and out, and then wait in my own car until Marie was ready to leave. Nothing unusual there and I cleaned Peter’s car with a speed born from experience.
(Peter, who was a tad fastidious in my opinion, ordered me to clean his car twice a week.)
The work done, I settled done to read the book I’d brought with me in expectation of having time on my hands – it must be five months since the car cleaning routine began.
Eventually Marie came out, looking radiant as she always does on these occasions, and climbed in the passenger seat while Peter inspected my handiwork.
“Very good. Your learning.” he said, actually complementing me for a change. “Deliver your wife to me at the usual time tomorrow.”

Tuesday, June 21, 2005.
Missed another Rotarians meeting tonight, the eighth this year. Good job I didn’t take up the suggestion of becoming treasurer. We arrived at Peter’s house around twenty past seven. Marie hurried inside, we were late, while he gave me my orders. I was instructed to cut his grass, front and back, before giving the borders a general tidy up. My work filled the evening and Marie was ready to go by the time I’d cleaned the tools and put them away.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005.
Dropped Marie off at Peter’s before returning for the monthly Council meeting. No topics of interest came up for discussion this evening. Picked a euphoric Marie up from Peter’s afterwards. I don’t know if it was a deliberate tease or she just wasn’t thinking but my wife sat beside me in the car with her legs apart, literally oozing sexuality. With her skirt high, bare thigh above her stocking tops was visible. I could actually smell Marie’s sex which didn’t do anything for my concentration. They’d had a good long session tonight and I knew from Peter’s gesture and smug expression that he’d fucked my wife twice.

Thursday, June 23, 2005.
At Peter’s I was ordered to do his washing up followed by dusting and vacuuming all downstairs rooms. I set to directly they’d disappeared upstairs. Peter must have closed the doors because while working I could hear very little.

Friday, June 24, 2005.
Picked Peter up to drive him and my wife to their favourite restaurant. With his house to myself I cleaned all Peter’s upstairs rooms, noticing a few items of my wife’s underwear amongst his clothes in the basket waiting to be washed. One of my chores for tomorrow along with yet another clean of his car.
Returning to the restaurant I waited until they appeared before alighting from the car to hold the rear doors open for them to climb in, Marie first then round to the other side for Peter. He handed me the till receipt so I could reimburse him his expenses before climbing in beside Marie. Peter says that as he’s keeping my wife well satisfied the least I can do is pay for their weekly meal out.
Back at his house I climbed out to open the rear doors for them, waiting patiently while they finished a long and passionate kiss. I couldn’t help but notice my wife’s skirt was high up her thighs with Peter’s hand inside her knickers. Marie sat with legs apart, evidently enjoying whatever it was his fingers were doing between them. Once they’d alighted from the car I handed Peter a sum of money which more than covered his restaurant bill and while putting it in his pocket he held the other hand up to my nose.
“You can smell where my fingers have been – deep inside your wife’s exceptionally juicy cunt, and that’s where my cock shall be in a little while, unlike yours,” he smirked. “Right, now sod off and I shall expect you back here at midday tomorrow.”
They headed towards the front door and looking back over his shoulder to see if I was watching, Peter grinned and slid his hand down my wife’s back to pat and squeeze her bottom. He should soon be doing much more than that to here, I found myself thinking bitterly as I climbed into the car.
Back home I showered before retiring to relax in our double bed alone, fully erect as I thought of my wife sharing Peter’s bed and possibly being fucked by him yet again at that very moment.

Saturday, June 25, 2005.
Awoke with an erection, as usual, but refrained from masturbating. Hopefully I shall be able to do that later at Peter’s.
Arrived at his house around twelve noon and he let me in saying, “Think yourself lucky. I’ve brought the washing down ready for you.” He indicated the clothes basket at the foot of the stairs.
Once I’d loaded the washing machine and set it running, having put his underpants to one side, I began preparations for lunch. Peter insists that I wash his underpants by hand, perhaps thinking it a further offense. I certainly find it so. The cooking under way, I popped upstairs to use the loo. Inevitably I glanced into his bedroom in passing and was excited to see my wife reclining naked on Peter’s bed, watching him dress. With the bed opening on to the foot of the bed and seeing Marie laying there, legs apart, I couldn’t help but stop and look. I developed an instant erection starring greedily between my wife’s thighs. Her vagina, just visible amidst its surround of jet black pubic curls, really turned me on until my view was suddenly blocked by Peter.
“Nosy bastard, that’s not for you. Sod off.” he said, “If you’re good I shall let you watch while I give your wife a good fucking later, after I’ve tanned your bare arse in front of her.”
I knew he should, too. Every Saturday Peter puts me across his knee to spank or slipper my bared buttocks in front of Marie, an offense he says designed to keep me in my place.
With lunch almost ready Peter entered the kitchen to see how I was getting on.
“Lunch shall be served in ten minutes Sir.” I told him, by this time automatically adopting the subservient tone he expects.
“Let’s see, how long has it been since I first had the pleasure of fucking your wife?” he asked.
Peter always enjoys teasing and taunting me and today was going to be one of those days.
“Just over six months, Sir.” I replied.
“For six months I’ve been fucking your wife whenever I feel like it, while your not getting any.” he jeered.
“That’s correct, Sir.” I confirmed.
Peter laughed before asking, “So, what’s the extent of your sex life nowadays?”
“Just masturbation Sir, ideally when you graciously allow me to watch you having sex with Marie.”
When he’d finished laughing, Peter said, “Wanking is all your little cock’s fit for.”
“Yes Sir.” I agreed.
I’ve no idea why I adopt such a subservient role with Peter, it just seems to occur naturally. It’s as though I have a need to abase myself before him.
After serving their lunch in the dining room I had mine in the kitchen as usual. Returning to the dining room later, I asked if they’d finished and if everything had been to their satisfaction.
“Yes, very good.” Peter replied, almost grudgingly. “Now you can fetch my shoes before clearing the table and doing the washing up. We’re going for a walk.”
Fetching Peter’s shoes, I knelt at his feet to put them on and lace them up for him, a ritual he introduced some time ago, again designed, I think, to reinpower my presentation to him. As Marie had popped upstairs to use the loo before their walk, Peter decided some more taunting of me was in order.
“When we return I shall probably have your wife’s knickers off and give her cunt a good tongue licking while she sucks my cock. Then I shall fill her cunt with my big fat cock, the way I have many times before, and give her the fucking she craves but can’t get from you.”
“Can I watch Sir?” I asked hopefully.
We could hear Marie descending the stairs and lowering his voice Peter said, “Yes, but it shall cost you ten pounds and a spanking.”
He knew full well I’d gladly pay. The fact that her lover charges me ten pounds a time to watch their lovemaking, an innovation of two months ago, is something Marie knows nothing about as yet.
Once they’d gone I quickly got the washing up done, having first had the distasteful job of hand washing seven pairs of his underpants, and was able to relax before they returned.
Directly they came in Marie said, “I’m going upstairs to undress. Don’t be long.”
She kissed him, her hand rubbing the front of Peter’s trousers, before leaving the room.
“See how eager your wife is for my cock.” he taunted.
I handed Peter the required ten pounds knowing he’s right. I’m still amazed by Marie’s voracious sexual appetite nowadays. Her first lover, Doug, seems to have awoken in my wife an insatiable desire for sex in all its permutations. Peter must be fucking her at least ten or eleven times a week and it hardly seems enough!
I meekly followed Peter up to the bedroom where we found Marie already naked on his bed. She’d wasted no time! Peter undressed, handing me each article of clothing as he removed it, with instructions to hang or fold as required. Naked he faced me, the mighty penis my wife loves so much hanging between his thighs like a big, thick length of hosepipe. Even in its flaccid condition Peter’s penis is probably three times the size of my own erect one, a fact he never tires of demonstrating to my wife as he did now.
Ordering me to strip, Peter stood watching, a mocking smile on his face. Then I was ordered across his knee for the promised spanking, Marie laughing as she watched my offense at her lover’s hands. By the time Peter ordered me to my feet I was embarrassingly erect, signalling the excitement his beatings for some unaccountable reamister invariably arouse in me. Of course we had to stand side by side at the foot of the bed so that Peter could demonstrate to Marie the superior dimensions of his penis.
“Look, even with an hard-on your husbands cock is nowhere near as big as my soft one.” he pointed out, the way he’s done many times before. “Which do you prefer?”
“No contest. Yours, of course.” Marie replied spontaneously. She never has any hesitation in adding to my offense. In fact she seems to enjoy it.
Laughing, Peter said, “Kneel and pay homage, wimp.”
On my knees at Peter’s feet I knew exactly what I had to do. It’s a regular ritual. Today, though, for some inexplicable reamister I found myself deliberately drawing it out, licking and kissing Peter’s penis and balls very slowly. Despite her obvious impatience I heard Marie laughing as she watched me at work on Peter’s genitals while he towered over me, hands on hips, a mocking smile on his face.
“Now suck my cock, wimp. Not that you’re anywhere near as good at it as your wife.” Again she laughed when I took the end of Peter’s penis between my lips.
Next came an act he delights in and which Marie must have told him about, regarding our experiences with Doug. Pushing a pillow beneath Marie’s bottom he asked her to spread her legs. Not that she needed any encouragement.
“There, take a good look at your wife’s juicy cunt, mine for the use of. It’s the closest you ever get to it.” he mocked.
Humiliatingly I began masturbating at that point, staring avidly and yearningly at my wife’s vagina whilst thinking that Peter’s should be the penis to have the pleasure of penetrating it, not mine. Despite his mocking laughter I pumped away with my hand. Of course I found it as humiliating as ever to be kneeling on the carpet at Peter’s feet masturbating furiously while staring at my wife’s vagina, inevitably recalling the three guys who have fucked her and knowing by now that there shall almost certainly be more in the future.
Having come in my hand I remained kneeling on the floor while Peter joined Marie on the bed. Over the next hour or so while they made love and despite, perhaps even because of, Peter’s open contempt, I masturbated twice more. A measure of my frustration.
“Now you’ve had your fun sod off home but don’t forget to wash my car first.” Peter’s words sent me from the room.

Part 4

Saturday, September 3, 2005.
Marie wasn’t over keen when I told her I’d booked a week’s holiday to include lots of golf tuition from a P.G.A. Professional. Fortunately the hotel and golf course complex looks suburb with plenty of activities for her to get involved with. Pity I can’t get Marie interested in golf though, but most sport leaves her cold. Still, we shall have a trip out tomorrow before the serious business of my golf tuition begins on Monday.

Monday, September 5, 2005.
Well, the first day’s golf went very well. The Professional, a guy of 40 called Dick, pointed out lots of faults in my game, commenting that my swing is particularly weak, but I already know I have a lot to learn which is why I booked the course.
Introduced him to Marie in the bar during the evening. She too had a good day, much to her surprise, enjoying the spa pool, sauna, and Decleor health and beauty therapy, whatever that is.

Tuesday, September 6, 2005.
Another great day of tuition and Marie now seems to be enjoying the holiday. Her initial bad temper about what she referred to as my selfishness in booking a golfing holiday, has now totally evaporated. She went off somewhere in the evening, the fitness studio I think, so I went for a take on my own. Unfortunately Dick wasn’t about; I’d hoped to discuss the on-going problems with my backswing, but at least I enjoyed a good long golf related conversation with a couple of guys on the course, which I couldn’t really have done if my wife had been with me.

Wednesday, September 7, 2005.
Marie wasn’t in the bar as expected so I assumed she must be in the fitness studio again. Dick was though, talking to some of the other guys on the course. Passing them on my way to the bar I heard Dick say, nodding his head in my direction, “Remember me telling you about the hole in one I enjoyed.”
Returning Dick’s nod I was surprised by the laughter which followed his words, admiration should have been more appropriate I should have thought.
Once I’d been served I carried my take over to their table hoping to hear more about Dick’s hole in one but unfortunately he excused himself, saying he had urgent business to attend to. Somehow the golfing talk without Dick’s expert knowledge lacked sparkle.
Climbing the stairs later I met Dick coming the other way and asked about his hole in one, saying I’d missed hearing the tale.
“Another time.” he replied, “I’m busy just now.”
Marie was taking a shower when I entered our room, the disordered state of the bed surprising me. I suppose she’d been having a lie down. Straightening the quilt I noticed what looked suspiciously like semen stains but banished them from my mind, perhaps the quilt had been soiled already and I hadn’t noticed. The other alternative, that Marie’s had sex with someone, seems highly unlikely because I don’t think she’s had time to get to know anyone, spending so much time in the fitness studio.

Thursday, September 8, 2005.
Disappointed that Dick wasn’t in the bar I found myself quickly bored by the conversation of the others and after a couple of takes excused myself, despite their best efforts to keep me. They must be enjoying my conversation more than I was theirs, I thought, declining several offers of a take.
“Oh well, we’ve done our best.” I heard Craig comment as I walked away.
Entering our room the greeting died on my lips at the sight which met my eyes. A broad and powerful looking backside was rising and falling rhythmically between Marie’s thighs while she clung to the guy, ecstatic cries ringing out. Both participants were oblivious of me as I quickly closed the door. For several minutes I stood at the foot of the bed watching the couple copulating, inevitably stroking my trouser front, until with a groan the guy came, buttock muscles clenching. It was only when he rolled off gasping that I saw with a shock it was Dick!
“I thought you said your friends were keeping him out of the way.” Marie murmured, otherwise seeming unperturbed by my entrance.
“Sorry, they must have let him slip.” Dick replied.
I remained standing there, feeling bemused by the discovery, but unable to prevent my eyes straying to Dick’s penis. Another big one I thought, seeing the last drops of semen dribble from his flaccid member.
“Oh well, I know what he wants to do. He loves this, don’t you J***.” So saying Marie slipped a pillow beneath her bottom and spreading her legs even wider said, “Go on then, I know you want to.”
Dick laughed when I freed my penis and he realised my intention but I had no choice, I had to do it. After all, I’d carried out the humiliating procedure once a week for months under Peter’s watchful eyes and it had become almost a compulsion. I stood there masturbating under Dick’s mocking gaze, staring at the guy’s semen oozing from my wife’s vagina. From time to time my view was partly blocked by his fingers stroking and probing it but despite that I soon came.
The episode must have excited Dick because his penis was fully erect again. As Marie leaned over to take it into her mouth, he said, “Take a walk, there’s a good chap, and don’t come back for at least an hour.”
Zipping myself up I meekly let myself out and without knowing where I was going, stumred from the hotel to wander the grounds, my mind in turmoil. It’s pretty obvious now that the other guys had been detailed to keep me out of the way these last couple of days while Dick enjoyed sex with my wife. How many other guys on the course know what’s going on? Tomorrow is, I think, likely to turn out a very humiliating day. I have little doubt that Dick shall tell them all about my recent activity!

Friday, September 9, 2005.
Well it’s the final day of the golf course and for once I’m not looking forward to it, aware that at least some of the guys know all about Dick’s fun and games with my wife and envisaging a rather humiliating day.
In the event my offense started early. Back in our room after breakfast I was collecting my things together when a smiling Dick walked in.
“Go away and practice your swing or something.” he told me, starting to undress.
I hesitated and undoing his trousers Dick, “Go on what are you waiting for.”
Turning to my wife I was surprised to see she was already slipping her knickers off having removed her outer clothing in double quick time. They were both evidently in a highly charged state because by the time I reached the door they were on the bed and Dick was moving onto her. I reluctantly tore myself away and closing the door behind me heard Marie joyous cry as Dick’s penis penetrated her.
It had been humiliating to find myself banished from the room like that but I still had to run the gauntlet of the other golfers. I wasn’t surprised to find myself the arse of their jokes and sniggers but embarrassed to find that practically all of them knew what had been going on between Dick and my wife. Some of the comments were downright contemptuous but at least I was a long way from home and unlikely to meet any of them again.
“This is the wimp who likes to have a wank while other guys fuck his missus.” Craig informed a late arrival.
“What, that pretty little black-haired piece? I wouldn’t mind giving her one. Does your missus take on all comers mate?”
“Don’t be stupid, of course not.” I snapped.
“Maybe not, but Dick told me he gave her another good seeing to this morning after sending you on your way.” Craig jeered and I felt myself colouring up as the eight or nine guys around me erupted in laughter.
As expected it proved to be the most humiliating day of my life but I have a sneaking suspicion that part of me revelled in it. I was certainly the last one to leave the golf course, finding myself in no hurry to escape their jibes and taunts. Of course it should have been different if it was happening near home, amidst people we know, but among strangers and with no fear of gossip I was able, not only to face the offense but find a strange excitement in it. I even found myself confiding in Craig, the last to leave and one of my worst tormentors all day, about my wife’s eight month affair with Peter and some of the humiliating things he’d ordered me to do!
However, I couldn’t face the bar and more offense in the evening and so went for a very long walk.
Dick was spending the evening in our room having told me in no uncertain terms to keep out of the way while he and Marie enjoyed themselves.

Thursday, September 29, 2005.
Surprisingly, Marie decided to accompany me to Darlington. It’s only a two night stay in a B&B but she said she’d find something to do while I’m at the meeting tomorrow. In the past when I’ve suggested her coming on a business trip my wife has declined, saying she’d be bored. Hence my current surprise.
Found the hotel without much trouble and an ancient porter came out to help with our cases, not that we carried much. Marie presumably dropped something because at one point I saw her leaning across the car seat searching about in the opposite foot well. The old porter’s tongue was practically hanging out as he ogled my wife, Marie’s already short skirt having ridden high up her thighs as she leaned across the seats, legs splayed apart. I moved to block his view, receiving a venomous look in return. Escorting us to our room the porter seemed to be hanging back, that or it was his age, and casting lascivious looks at Marie’s legs as she ascended the stairs ahead of us.
Once he’d gone I remonstrated with Marie about the show she’d given him at the car.
“The randy old devil goosed me while you were signing the register. His hand roamed all over my bum while you were writing.” she laughed, evidently finding his attention amusing, unlike me who decided to speak to the guy about it next time I saw him.
Found the long drive stressful as usual and decided to go for a take. We’d eaten en-route knowing the hotel had neither bar nor restaurant so it was necessary to go in search of a pub. Marie declined, saying she’d unpack, not that there was much to do.
“Off out, are you?” the porter asked, rather unnecessarily as I headed for the door after giving him a piece of my mind about his conduct.
Replying that I was going for a take I asked where the nearest pub was. He gave me directions; turn right out the door etc., warning me that it was a longish walk.
“No problem, I enjoy walking.”
He was certainly right about the distance but the walk was relaxing. However, arriving back at the hotel I found the door locked and rang the bell in vain. Fortunately a guy who’s also staying at the hotel came along just then and unlocked the door saying, “Didn’t old Ken give you a key. Must be getting forgetful in his old age.”
When I told him where I’d been for a take he commented that it was miles away, I should have turned left on leaving the hotel, and there was a good pub just round the corner! Ken, the bastard, must have deliberately sent in the wrong direction because I’d remonstrated with him about groping my wife.
I parted company with the guy outside his room and continued along the corridor to ours, a couple of doors away. Inserting my key in the lock I found I was unable to open the door to our room and assuming Marie must have bolted it was about to knock when a noise from within arrested my hand. It was a creaking sound which seemed to be growing louder by the second. Surely not the bedsprings I thought but then heard my wife’s cries mingling with the increasingly noisy creaking sound.
Well I’ve heard such sounds enough times by now to know that my wife was having sex with someone. But who? We’d only just arrived, for heavens sake!
The noise from within the room stopped rather abruptly and not wanting to be caught listening, but also intrigued to know who it could be, I stepped into a curtained alcove. Bloody hell, I nearly exclaimed out loud, when a few minutes later the door opened and who should emerge but the old porter!
Once he’d disappeared I entered the room to find a naked Marie reclining on the bed.
“Good God Marie, the guys old enough to be your man!” I exclaimed.
“Older. Ken’s 67 actually and a highly s*******ed lover.” she replied calmly. “Well endowed too, unlike you.” She added disarmingly.
Apparently he’d come to the room on the pretext of giving us a key to the front door, having presumably neglected to give it to me on purpose. If I was locked out I couldn’t interrupt his fun! Having already stripped to her undies Marie only opened the door a crack to see who it was and the porter, perhaps realising her state of undress, said he also needed to check something about the room. Letting him in it didn’t take Marie long to realise he had no interest in the room, just her scantily clad body.
“Oh well, now you’re here perhaps you could help undo my bra, I’m having trouble with the clip.” Marie told him, admitting it was rather brazen.
His heavy breath hot on her neck Ken unclipped my wife’s bra and immediately took her baloobas in his hands. One thing led to another and after enjoying a bout of oral sex, he fucked her. For some reamister, perhaps his age, I feel more annoyed about my wife having sex with this guy than any man she’s been unfaithful to me with. I also ended up relaxing on the damp patch!

Friday, September 30, 2005.
The meeting seemed to go well, despite the fact that I had difficulty concentrating on the matter in hand. Marie had informed me in no uncertain terms that she intended spending the afternoon at Ken’s place, which turned out to be a flat above the nearby newsagent. All very sordid and it’s particularly galling that she returned to the hotel radiant following a lengthy session of lovemaking with the pensioner. Worse was the fact that I had to run the gauntlet of Ken’s smirking face in reception when we went out for a take this evening.
“The pub to the left’s closer. “He said with a grin, no doubt well pleased with last night’s ploy. “Are you still wearing those sexy red and black drawers you had on this afternoon Marie? Or did have ‘till I had them off.” he said to her.
“No, white ones tonight.” she told him, saucily raising her skirt to give Ken, but not me, a quick flash.
“Come on, let’s go.” I urged her, keen to escape Ken’s leers and comments.
At least I shan’t have to face the guy when we check out in the morning, which is some comfort I suppose.

Friday, October 14, 2005.
In London for a long weekend break, still trying to make up to Marie for dragging her away on the golfing holiday. Although she had her fun on that occasion so can’t really complain.
Marie has always turned heads, attracting many admiring glances, and I’ve felt proud to possess such a highly desirable and attractive wife. In the past the many passes she attracts have been steadfastly rebuffed but that is no longer the case. Now it just means opportunities for extra-marital fun and games.
In the hotel bar earlier this evening, Marie realised a really good looking guy, her description, was paying her a lot of attention and I was sent to ‘procure’ him! I then found myself banished from our hotel room while she had sex with the guy. Adding to an already humiliating situation I stood in the corridor furtively masturbating while listening to my wife being fucked on the other side of the door. Later, I was told to spend the night in his room while he relaxs with Marie. Nigel has a single room so I suppose it makes sense. At least I was able to collect my Journal and a few things before being banished; which I did with averted eyes, trying not to see the smug expression on the naked Nigel’s face as he reclined on my bed next to my equally naked wife. At 36 he’s also my wife’s first lover to be of similar age which means he’s extremely randy and virile.

Saturday, October 15, 2005.
It’s late evening and I’m preparing for bed in Nigel’s room again. Saw little of my wife today as she seems to have spent most it having sex with Nigel. He’s insatiable but so is she!

Sunday, October 16, 2005.
My third and final night in Nigel’s room. I’ve been out and about, taking in the sights of London, and have actually seen little of them all weekend. Most of the hotel staff seem to be aware by now that Nigel and I have swapped rooms and it’s highly embarrassing to see their grins and hear them sniggering as I pass.
Whilst having a take in the bar earlier this evening I needed the loo wherein I overheard the following conversation by a couple of staff members. They were presumably unaware that one of the cubicles was occupied, that or unconcerned about being overheard.
“It’s right what I heard about the goings on in room 16, then.”
I pricked up my ears, 16 being our room number.
“Oh yea, the geezer from 23 is in there all the time, shagging the arse of the other geezer’s missus. He even spends the night there while the tarts hubby relaxs in 23.” the other guy said.
“Well it takes all sorts.”
“At it like rabbits they are by all accounts, the geezer from 23 reckons Mrs. P****’s a right nympho.”
I could of course have remained unknown and concealed in the cubicle but something prompted me to press the flush and emerge. Crossing to the wash basin I saw the two guys, one I recognised as a waiter, exchange grins.
“Enjoying your weekend break are you?” the waiter asked while I washed my hands.
“Yes, I’ve been doing the tourist thing and seeing the sights.” I told him.
“Not seeing much of your missus though. By all accounts she’s spending most of the time on her back with her legs open.”
While they erupted in laughter my face felt on fire. However, I knew that part of me was revelling in the offense of my position; after all I could have stayed in the cubicle. A disturbing thought.

Monday, October 17, 2005.
Only Nigel came down for breakfast, having left my wife still in bed.
“You’ve got a very randy lady there,” he told me in a low voice, “I’ve lost count of the number of times I fucked her over the weekend, but it must be into double figures. Your wife even took it up the arse a couple of times, which was great.”
I looked round nervously at this point, hoping no one could hear.
Fortunately, that was the last I saw of Nigel.

Monday, March 6, 2006.
I’d been walking the dog for a little over an hour when it came on to rain. Another couple of turns round the block and I’d return to the house.
Cold, and becoming increasingly wet, I sheltered in the porch after ringing the door bell. When, after about ten minutes, Martin opened the door and saw the rain he told me to take the dog round to the back and he’d let me in the kitchen door, “I don’t want you trailing water through the house.”
At the kitchen door he was in no hurry to let me in and by the time it opened both the dog and I were even wetter. Handing me a towel Martin said, “Dry my dog first then use the towel on yourself. I don’t want to soil a second one. When you’ve finished bring two coffees up to the bedroom.”
With that he left the kitchen and I set to with the towel, rubbing Martin’s dog down vigorously. I managed to keep one end of the towel dry to use on myself once I’d finished the dog. While the kettle boiled I undressed, remembering Martin’s rule about me not wearing any clothing beyond the foot of the stairs while in his house. The coffee made I carried the mugs upstairs on a tray which I set down briefly to knock on the bedroom door. Martin’s voice bidding me enter, I did so.
“Your coffee Sir.” I said, using the deferential mode of address he expects.
“Put the mugs in their usual place and then tidy the room.” he ordered.
“Very good Sir.”
First I deposited Martin’s mug on his bedside cabinet before walking round the bed with the other, trying all the time to avert my eyes from their recumbent forms. However, it proved impossible not to see my naked wife lying blissfully beside her lover, one hand toying idly with his penis. As ever Marie was glowing following their lovemaking.
(While Martin had been fucking my wife I’d been in the humiliating position of exercising his dog, a regular proceeding since they became lovers in early December 2005.)
While they drank the coffee I tidied the room, collecting their hastily brownietered clothing to fold neatly on a chair. Symbolically perhaps, my wife’s knickers were partially concealed beneath Martin’s underpants and picking them up I felt the stirring of an erection. Hoping Martin wouldn’t notice I turned away, pretending to be busy, until it subsided.
“Shall that be all Sir?” I asked, hoping to escape the room.
“Stand in the corner and wait for the mugs. They shall be quite a lot of washing-up for you to do then.”
Indeed I’d already noted the quantity of washing-up awaiting my attention.
I stood in the corner dreading but perhaps also wanting, the torment which I expected to follow; it is after all a regular proceeding.
After about five minutes they seemed to have finished their coffee and Martin said, “Now come and stand at the foot of the bed.”
When he slid a pillow beneath my wife’s bottom, thus raising her lower parts, I knew the ritual was about to begin. This practice, first introduced by Doug but eagerly pursued by some of her subsequent lovers, is something Marie enjoys. It might be seeing the affect, the power; her nakedness has over me that she encourages her lovers to do it. Whatever the reamister, it’s a sad fact that my wife derives great pleasure in seeing my offense at her lovers hands.
“Spread your legs and show hubby what he’s missing Marie.” Martin said, grinning facetiously at me.
My wife, always happy, indeed eager to oblige, did so and I had no option but to stare between her thighs. I experienced a pang of jealousy to see traces of Martin’s semen visible in my wife’s pubic hair and vagina. It was of course inevitable that my erection should return.
“Go on then, relieve your frustration with a wank. We know it’s what you want to do.” he jeered.
Humiliatingly I had no choice, my enpowerd celibacy demanding some sort of relief. Staring between my wife’s thighs I masturbated frantically, not knowing if and when the view might be denied me by Martin’s hand clamped to her vagina. Mercifully he allowed me to finish, it didn’t take long, and I came in my hand to the sound of Marie’s laughter and Martin’s jeers.
“I leave my ejaculate inside your wife’s cunt.” he taunted. “Now bugger off and do the washing up.”
Popping across the landing to wash my hands I then returned for their coffee mugs, again knocking the door and waiting for Martin’s permission before entering. Trying to ignore the sight of my wife sucking his penis I collected the mugs and returned to the kitchen and the washing up.
I’d just about finished when Martin entered the kitchen to be greeted enthusiastically by his dog.
“We’ve had our fun for tonight,” he told me, “Return earlier on Wednesday as my car shall need filling up with petrol before you take the dog for his walk.”
“Very good Sir.”
Martin lowered his voice for the next bit, perhaps not wanting Marie to hear.
“Your wife shall drop her knickers and open her legs for me any time. In fact she shall do anything I want her to.” he taunted me, the last sentence presumably alluding to the fact that he had anal intercourse with her twice last week.
I dressed hurriedly, my face burning. His mocking laughter sent me from the kitchen.

Tuesday, March 7, 2006.
Managed to attend the Rotarians meeting tonight. Martin was himself at a meeting connected with his work and so it was one of the rare evenings when he didn’t require the use of my wife.

Wednesday, March 8, 2006.
We arrived at Martin’s house early, as instructed, and after they’d kissed Marie headed for the bedroom while he sorted out his car keys.
“See how eager your wife is for my cock.” he taunted, handing me them.
“Yes Sir.” I agreed, though irked by his insolent sneer.
With the dog on the back seat ready for his walk later, I drove to the service station a mile or so away. While paying for the fuel I couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that Martin’s onto a good thing because as with previous guys I’ve served in this way he never offers to reimburse me. Fortunately Martin doesn’t actually do a great deal of mileage but even so it’s probably cost me in the region of £100 so far while all the time he’s enjoying himself with my wife.
Returning the car to Martin’s drive I set out on the dog walk. It was cold but at least it didn’t rain tonight. By the time I returned to Martin’s house Marie’s had dressed and was ready to go. At least it saved me from being exposed to any more offense.

Friday, April 7, 2006.
A particularly humiliating evening. When we arrived at Martin’s house three of his work colleagues were there and when he greeted Marie with the usual kiss Martin made sure they saw the familiar way he ran his hands over her baloobas and buttocks. It was obvious that the three guys knew my wife is Martin’s Madam and their contemptuous looks added to my discomfort. Martin even raised the hem of Marie’s skirt to show them her stocking tops, my wife just giggling while I squirmed.
“See how sexily she dresses for me lads.” he said.
Perhaps to further demonstrate his power over us Martin invited one of his friends to take Marie’s knickers down. She protested, but only feebly, and made no attempt to stop them as two of his friends yanked her knickers down. My wife even raised her feet to facilitate there complete removal. To my horror she was then lifted onto the table where she lay back, skirt up around her waist, and seemingly had no hesitation in spreading her legs! With my wife just lying there, appearing to bask in the attention of the lusting males staring between her thighs, Martin told me to get on with the dog walk.
Reluctantly I left the house, but fearful of the fate which could befall my wife, hung about outside. I felt relieved when, five minutes or so later, Martin’s friends emerged from his house, laughing when they saw me. Once they’d gone I set out on the dog walk, my mind at rest.
However, when I returned Martin told me that all three of his friends had fingered my wife while she lay on the table, two of them at the same time apparently, which her blushes confirmed. He taunted me about Marie’s willingness to do anything he asked of her.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006.
Council meeting tonight so had to drop Marie off at Martin’s early to get back in time. Her lover living forty odd miles away is useful for discretion but undoubtedly leads to a lot of rushing about, not to mention petrol costs.
Returning for her after the meeting I still had his dog to exercise, Martin insisting on his daily walk. Admittedly I cut it a bit short tonight, eager to tell Marie my news, much to the annoyance of the dog which was very reluctant to turn into Martin’s drive on our return.
During the journey home I gave Marie the news that I’ve been asked to stand for election to the District Council, something of an honour I feel, but she didn’t seem particularly interested and certainly not impressed the way I’d expected.

Friday, April 28, 2006.
Another humiliating, and indeed shocking, experience this evening. When we arrived at Martin’s he had a group of friends there, plainly having arranged it. With hindsight I think Marie must have known what he was planning because she seemed unusually subdued during the drive. Anyway Martin asked her to perform a striptease for his friends and I was surprised when she demurely did so without protest. Like before I think it must have been an ego thing, Martin wanting to demonstrate his influence over us, particularly my wife’s infatuation for him, or at least his lovemaking.
Anyway, whatever it was all about, I found myself standing and watching along with the other eight guys while Marie slowly and provocatively undressed, moving to some music. She displayed a remarkable aptitude for it! Eventually, in just stockings and suspenders, my wife moved amongst the men and as before seemed to bask in being the centre of attention. Several of the guys groped her bottom and baloobas as she passed, Marie giggling but barely flinching.
Three years ago my wife’s behaviour tonight should have been unthinkable. At one point she stood, legs apart, passively allowing two guys to play with her baloobas while another probed her vagina with his fingers!
“Time you took the dog out.” Martin grinned, shepherding me towards the door.
As with three weeks earlier I was reluctant to leave my wife, very vulnerable amongst the men. Not that she seemed concerned, just the opposite in fact. However, in my confusion I found myself outside, Martin shutting the door in my face with a laugh.
Again, as with three weeks ago, I hung about on Martin’s drive fearful about what might be happening inside and mightily relieved when, perhaps twenty minutes later, the eight guys filed out and went on their way, laughing and joking with barely a glance at me standing there with the dog. My mind at rest I set out to walk the dog which had been growing increasingly impatient at the delay.
On my return Martin, evidently enjoying himself, told me what had happened during that twenty minutes, Marie’s blushes confirming his words. When, with excitement mounting, some of his friends produced erections, Marie urged on by Martin knelt and took a penis between her lips. From what he said my wife knelt on the carpet sucking one guy’s penis while holding two others in her hands, only seeming to pull herself together when the guy came in her mouth. That wasn’t quite the end though as Martin hissed in my ear, “All eight guys had their fingers up your wife’s cunt before leaving.”
Marie confirmed his words and seemed almost pleased with herself, even pointing out that eleven guys had fingered her altogether, the earlier three not being present tonight. It’s shockingly apparent that my wife enjoyed all the attention of the lusting males. Where shall it all end I ask myself?

Part 6

Monday, June 12, 2006.
Arriving at Tommy’s house I unloaded the paint and other items purchased from the list he’d given me while Marie went inside. Tommy emerged to check that I’d bought everything he required and seeming satisfied said, “I got a couple of mate’s in to help shift the furniture so you can start on the lounge straight away.”
“Very good Sir.” I replied.
Automatically adopting a subservient role when dealing with my wife’s lovers seems to come naturally by now.
I carried the things inside and was pleased to see that various items of furniture had indeed been removed and everything covered with dust sheets. At least it made one job less. Tommy had instructed me exactly how he wanted the work done and I started by rubbing down the existing paintwork. He’d made it clear that any shoddy workmanship on my part should result in a severe caning and my early experience with him leaves me in no doubt he shall keep his word.
To my chagrin it was Marie who resurrected the cane, introduced by Doug all those years ago and kept in a cupboard ever since his departure.
It took quite a while to rub the paintwork down, chiefly because I stopped from time to time and listened to the sounds coming from Tommy’s bedroom directly above. The pounding of the bedsprings and my wife’s ecstatic yells told me they were enjoying themselves.
I barely had time to clean up before a glowing Marie came down ready to go.

Monday, June 19, 2006.
Tommy’s redecorating is proving a slow job. I’ve done the lounge and other downstairs rooms, most of the weekend and all the evenings last week being spent on it, but the hallway and stairs are particularly awkward and time consuming.
(Perhaps I should explain here that Tommy is a friend of my wife’s previous lover, Martin. When Martin fell for a girl he met in a pub and embarked on a serious relationship with her, he naturally enough ended the affair with Marie. However he ‘handed her over’ as he put it, to Tommy, one of the guys present the night of her striptease as detailed near the end of my previous extract.
“That way she shan’t go without. We both know your wife likes plenty of cock, don’t we.” Martin said slapping me on the back before adding derisively, “She certainly needs more than you’ve got to offer.”
So it was that less than twenty-four hours after I watched my wife having intercourse with Martin, a farewell session he called it, I saw her doing likewise with Tommy.
Of course Martin’s right. Usually at the end of an affair Marie is moody and noticeably bad tempered but this time with a new lover straight away she remained her usual perky, cheerful self.
Tommy 44, had recently moved into a new house following his divorce, a property in need of extensive redecoration for which he intended using me.
“I’d love to help with the work but according to Martin your wife wants as much cock as she can get so I shall be kept busy.” he grinned.)

Wednesday, June 21, 2006.
A rest from decorating tonight as it was the Council meeting. Dropped Marie off at the community centre for her weekly badminton session on the way to the meeting as it seems pointless using both cars. Must have been a bit late picking her up because all the other members of the badminton club had already left. She was in reception talking to the young caretaker, who should have been impatient to lock up.

Thursday, June 22, 2006.
Well I’ve been elected to the District Council, carrying on the family tradition. The Chairman said he knew I’d make as good a District Councillor as my man before me. Would he have had such confidence if he knew my wife was at that very moment enjoying herself in another man’s bed! The fact that none of the Lab or Lib/Dem Councillors were interested in standing for election to the District Council makes my own election to it seem an hollow victory but it’s pleasing none the less.
My raised profile does make vigilance and discretion regarding Marie’s extra-marital activities even more important though and perhaps gives Tommy even greater power over me. He certainly finds it amusing and adds spice to things that while I shall be attending more stuffy Council meetings, as he calls them, he shall be having the pleasure of bedding my wife. Says he shall have to give me more frequent spankings to make sure I don’t get above myself!

Friday, June 30, 2006.
Having taken a week’s holiday to get the work done according to his schedule, the last room of Tommy’s house is finished. All that means for me though is a return to all the other mundane chores. Tonight I had to clean Tommy’s car and tidy his garage, the paint and various accoutrements having been stored there while I was decorating.
Following Martin’s example Tommy enthusiastically uses me to do all the jobs and chores he dislikes, but at least he doesn’t have a dog. However, as with the purchase of the decorating things I have to fill Tommy’s car up with petrol out of my own pocket. Tommy says I ought to be happy paying his expenses in gratitude to him for keeping my wife satisfied.

Monday, July 3, 2006.
Dusting and hoovering tonight, my labours punctuated by Marie’s happy cries as Tommy fucked her.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006.
Made a surprising and disturbing discovery while picking Marie up from the community centre. Since joining the badminton club last year, mainly as a form of keeping fit, Marie seemed to enjoy the weekly sessions more and more. She’s always in a happy frame of mind afterwards and earlier tonight I found out why.
The car park was deserted when I arrived at the community centre which was odd, the Council meeting had finished early so I was in good time. I tried the door but it was locked, although I could see light coming from one of the side rooms.
Spotting an old guy walking his dog I told him I was supposed to be collecting my wife after a badminton session but the place seemed deserted. He replied that I was much too late, the last session on Wednesday’s finished at nine-thirty.
“Surely not!” I exclaimed, “My wife doesn’t leave till ten-thirty.”
The old guy shrugged, commenting that he always walked his dog near the centre and knew what he was talking about.
He went on his way, and mystified, I wandered round the outside of the building, soon noticing a fire exit door propped open by a bucket of sand. The caretaker had presumably opened it as the evening was a hot one. I went in and automatically walked towards the lit room near reception. I knew what I’d find even before looking in, Marie’s ecstatic yells told me that!
It seems the room is predominantly used for judo and wrestling so the floor is covered by a large padded mat. My wife, plainly naked, was stretched out on the mat with a guy, in just his socks, on top of her. The long hair flowing down his back told me it was the young caretaker. Taken aback by the discovery I stood in the doorway watching the guys buttocks driving rapidly up and down between my wife’s thigh’s, listening to the familiar joyous cries ringing out. The caretaker was grunting and groaning then, and seeing his buttock muscles clenching I knew he was coming. At that point I slipped away, not wanting the embarrassment of being caught watching.
In something of a daze I returned to my car and drove a block away so they wouldn’t know I’d been early. I then waited until the usual time before returning to the centre. They were chatting in reception as usual, giving no sign of having just had sex. During the drive home I told Marie about being early and unexpectedly seeing them at it. Unconcerned, Marie told me her lover is a student called Gavin, working part-time at the centre. Long haired and a little swarthy looking Gavin, at 20, is by far the youngest guy my wife has had sex with. To my amazement Marie has been enjoying weekly sex sessions with Gavin for over six months, despite her on-going affairs with first Martin and now Tommy!

Friday, July 21, 2006.
A truly shocking evening. I still feel shaken by the events earlier and am barely able to hold the pen to write up my Journal. I must try to commit the appalling details to paper though.
In hindsight I should have realised that Marie seemed strangely subdued and not at all her usual
bubbly self. There was a pent up nervousness about her as I parked outside Tommy’s, next to a strange car. Letting us in Tommy led the way to the lounge.
“This is my brother Jed who I told you about.” he said to Marie.
She smiled at Jed, a guy three or four years older than Tommy, who exclaimed, “Bloody hell bruv you were right. She’s a cracker.”
I was introduced in my turn but Jed paid me scant interest, his lascivious eyes running up and down my wife’s body.
“You said she always wears stockings?” he quizzed Tommy, a glint in his eye.
“Yea, take a look.”
So saying Tommy grabbed the hem of Marie’s skirt and hiked it up, her only response a shy giggle.
Jed was actually licking his lips as he eyed my wife’s stocking clad thighs, her sexy red and black knickers also fully exposed by Tommy holding her skirt high.
“Can I have a feel?” Jed asked.
“Go ahead. I told you she’s up for it.”
Tommy’s reply surprised me. Did Marie know Jed should be here? Of course she must have, it should explain her strangely subdued demeanour in the car.
I could only watch in disbelief when Tommy pulled my wife’s knickers down and his brother slipped a hand between her thighs. Significantly Marie made no attempt to close her legs against Jed’s invading fingers but was actually holding her skirt up herself by this time. In fact giggling, she moved her legs further apart to accommodate the questing fingers, Tommy having removed her knickers completely.
“Hold these.” he said with a grin, tossing my wife’s knickers to me. “Have a sniff if you want, you
shan’t get any closer to it.”
Much laughter, including Marie’s, followed his words.
To his brother he said, “What did I tell you. She’s hot stuff.”
“Tommy also said you like plenty of cock. Is that right?” Jed asked her.
“Yes.” my wife gasped as he really rammed his fingers into her.
Feelingly decidedly foolish I stood there holding my wife’s knickers while the brothers continued their explorations. While Jed continued to finger her Tommy relieved Marie of her top and bra.
“Lovely little baloobas or what.” he said almost with pride, displaying my wife’s baloobas to his brother.
Feeling completely bemused I could only stand and watch while the two men stripped my wife naked.
“It’s been a long time for you so take Marie upstairs and give her one while I put hubby in the picture.” Tommy said.
At that Jed picked my naked wife up and literally threw her over his shoulder, her slight form making it relatively easy, before carrying her squealing up the stairs.
“My brother’s from up North,” Tommy explained, “and hasn’t had sex since his marriage broke up eighteen months ago. He’s staying with me for a couple of weeks and as your wife’s up for a threesome she’s going to be getting plenty of cock.”
Tommy paused and grinned at me as the sounds from above broke into the conversation.
“Jed’s really giving it to her.” he grinned.
Indeed the pounding of the bedsprings coupled with my wife’s loud yells indicated that she was indeed being fucked by this guy we’d met barely ten minutes earlier.
“He’s relieving his frustration,” Tommy explained. “but this is just the start.”
I was literally squirming, still foolishly holding Marie’s knickers, when he went on. “Between us we shall probably fuck your wife four or five times tonight and every night for the next two weeks.”
There’s nothing further to add really. Marie has stayed overnight at Tommy’s and had already been fucked four times by the time I was told to clear off. At one point I saw my wife squatting between the brothers holding a penis in each hand while sucking them alternately. At another point I saw her
sucking Tommy’s penis while Jed did it to her from the rear.
A few years ago I wouldn’t have believed it possible that Marie could willingly take part in some of the things I witnessed tonight.

Sunday, August 6, 2006.
The almost unbelievable happenings of the last two weeks can, following Jed’s departure, now be summed up. There was a certain sameness about the days with the two brothers taking turns to fuck my wife.
I’ve now been instructed to get busy over the next few days to catch up on all my chores as I did very little work during Jed’s stay. Tommy insisted that I watch most of their acts with Marie, indeed powering me sometimes by tying me to a chair. This was so I couldn’t play with myself, he said. However Tommy ordered me to wash both their cars a couple of times no doubt wanting to humiliate me in front of his brother.
I’ve seen things during the last two weeks that I never expected to see in the flesh, and most certainly not being performed by Marie. Tommy had boasted about how willing my wife is to accept his penis anally during her periods but last Monday I was powerd to watch while both he and Jed enjoyed anal intercourse with her, even though it wasn’t her period. It’s only after the passage of days that I can bring myself to write about it.
There is one rather disturbing thing to add, at least it shall be if Tommy carries out his threat. It was while Jed was stretched out naked on the bed enjoying the feel of Marie’s tongue on his penis and balls that Tommy led me from the room and said, “I think you shall agree that over the last fortnight we’ve discovered your wife’s a right randy little thing, something of a nymphomaniac in fact. Once Jed’s gone I might have difficulty in keeping her satisfied on my own and have to recruit some mates to help me out.”
At that moment my wife’s loud and ecstatic yell rang out, the familiar indication that she’s been penetrated by a penis. Tommy laughed and said, “See what I mean. We’ve already fucked her four times today and she still wants more. I reckon your wife should open her legs for a football team.”
I must have looked aghast at his words because he went on, grinning at my discomfort, “Who knows, one of these days you might find yourself tied up and powerd to watch four or five of us fucking your wife in succession. I know Marie should enjoy it. Now drop your trousers and touch your toes.”
Reluctantly I did as he said, my mind in turmoil by his words, and he began caning by bared backside. Soon my yells of pain rang out at each stroke of the cane, mingling with my wife’s ecstatic cries as Jed fucked her in the next room.
Hopefully his words were no more than an idle threat but I wouldn’t put it past Tommy to bring it about, just to spite and humiliate me further.

Part 7

Saturday, September 9, 2006.
If I had been lulled into a false sense of security by my wife’s affair with Tommy resuming it’s normal course, following brother Jed’s departure, I was certainly woken up by today’s events.
When we arrived at Tommy’s he was standing on the drive waiting for us.
“Don’t get out, just drive to my instructions.” he told me, climbing into the back of the car.
Marie quickly joined him there and they were kissing and cuddling by the time I’d turned the car around.
Following Tommy’s instructions I drove out into the country. In a quiet lane he directed me to pull off the road onto a track leading to some farm buildings, which looked to be undergoing extensive building work. My intuition was correct, the barns are being converted into a couple of houses.
While I parked next to a van, three men, plainly the builders, emerged from one of the barns and greeted Tommy while casting lascivious looks at Marie. Feeling somewhat apprehensive, I followed the builders who now flanked my wife, one with an arm round her waist, another squeezing her bottom, to the nearest barn where Tommy said, “Is this OK then Marie?”
“Oh yes, just right.” she told him.
“When I suggested a gang-bang scenario Marie was very interested.” Tommy told me. “Today’s the day your going to watch your wife being fucked by four of us in succession.”
My apprehension was justified but he simply laughed at my involuntary protests, reminding me that it was what she wanted and I didn’t get a say.
I don’t know whose idea it was to strip me naked and tie me to one of the uprights supporting the roof, it might even have been Marie’s. The idea met with approval anyway, one of the builders remarking that it should certainly stop me interfering, and willing hands quickly stripped my clothes off. The dirty floor felt cold on my bare feet as I was dragged over to the upright and tied very securely to it, hands behind my back.
The builders seemed a bit uncertain now it was time to act, perhaps having second thoughts on seeing me tied naked and helpless to the post. So it was that Marie took the initiative, quenching any doubts I, or they, may have had about her willingness to go through with it, by slipping her jeans and top off. Her body was now revealed, clad in all white underwear, stockings and suspenders, the dark mound of pubic hair clearly visible through her frilly knickers.
There was still no movement from the builders, despite Tommy’s encouragement, so Marie slipped her bra off. At that, one of the men stepped forward and, with a sly wink at has mates began to fondle her baloobas.
It may or may not have been my wife’s idea to tie me to the post but it was certainly her voice that suggested using her knickers as a gag. One of the builders, the eldest a guy called Rick, pushed Marie’s knickers down and knelt to remove them, casting a look between her legs as he did so. He tossed them to Nathan who powerd the knickers roughly into my mouth, Tommy’s hand lightly squeezing my balls to stifle any protest. Tommy then found an ingenious method of tying Marie’s bra under my chin to prevent me expelling the gag and, I should imagine, making me look ridiculous.
Things really began to hot up then. Rick and Garry began to suck Marie’s nipples, both using their fingers to probe between her legs. Then Nathan knelt at her feet and she gave a joyous cry when his face pressed up between her thighs. Tommy was undressing while watching the builders at work on her and once naked took Marie’s hand to press it to his erection. My wife took his penis in her hand to stroke and squeeze it lovingly.
Next, she was gently pushed on to her back across a trestle table used by the builders. Rick’s face was now between my wife’s thighs and while he licked her vagina I saw Nathan slip his penis into her mouth. It didn’t take him long to come, what with Marie stroking his balls while sucking ardently on his penis. Tommy was now licking her out and both Rick and Gary presented their cocks to her mouth. They stood either side of her head and she eagerly licked the tips of both cocks where they met over her mouth.
This went on until she’d sucked them all off except Tommy, during which all four of them performed cunnilingus on her. I’d seen my wife in the throes of several orgasms by the time Tommy reappeared by my side.
“Now your going to see the four of us fucking your wife one after the other, and there’s not a thing you can do about it.” he hissed. “Her cunt shall be gaping like an open sewer by the time we’ve finished with it.”
I was fully erect despite feeling repulsed by the entire proceeding. The dirty nature of the barn, builders tools and debris brownietered about, lent a sordid air to the surroundings and knowing my wife was about to be ***d by the four guys, not that she seemed worried just the opposite in fact, made me go hot and cold.
There was a lively discussion going on about who should go first, to which Marie listened with an excited look on her face.
“Just drive a cock into her, she doesn’t care who it belongs too, and you shall all get a turn never fear, more than once for those who want.” Tommy called.
At that Rick stepped forward and Tommy brought my attention to the eager way Marie spread her legs in anticipation. Grabbing her thighs Rick pulled my wife unceremoniously along the table until her bottom was on the very edge of it. Then, with the others holding her legs high and wide, he stood between them and began fucking her. I listened to my wife’s happy cries as I watched his backside jerking back and forth in a stately and fluent rhythm.
When Rick had finished Nathan took over, fucking Marie with much quicker thrusts which had her moaning and squirming on the table.
Next it was Gary’s turn and he wanted her on hands and knees. Marie took up the position with alacrity, my clothing placed on the dirty floor to cushion her knees. Gary knelt high above her and slightly forward, so that both backsides were presented to me. His balls hung down on to Marie’s buttocks and her semen soaked vagina gaped open from the work of the two cock’s that had already been there. When he lowered himself into position Marie was practically hidden from view but as the guys buttocks jerked forward I heard her familiar cry on being penetrated for the third time.
He fucked her quite roughly but my wife’s yells were happy ones.
Directly Gary had finished he withdrew and Tommy moved forward, Marie giggling as he rolled her roughly on to her back before mounting her. They were on the floor in front of me, so I had a close up view of his backside bobbing up and down between her legs. The others stood watching and were, I was disturbed to see, all fully erect again.
When he’d finished Tommy helped Marie to her feet and she kissed him before sitting down on the end of the table. Her face lit up to see the three erect cocks and her knees moved apart sorry. Nathan leapt forward and pushing Marie backwards across the table, lifted her legs at right angles and pressed up to her. My wife gripped the edges of the table and raised her head to watch him feeding his penis into her very wet and receptive vagina. Her eyes sparkled and she cried out excitedly when his buttocks jerked forward. Once he was fully embedded Nathan moved his hands to her ankles, ankles which were already up near his shoulders, and holding them apart really made my wife yelled as he fucked her furiously.
For the final act of this shocking afternoon, Tommy placed Marie on all fours, but this time facing me, so that he could watch me while fucking her. It was probably also done so that I could see her glazed, but ecstatic, facial expressions as first he, then Gary and finally Rick, pumped into her in quick succession.
Finally Marie kissed each penis in turn and not one could raise an erection, she’d drained them all.
Having dropped Tommy off at his place I drove home, aware of Marie’s radiance as she sat beside me, and I was shocked to realise she seemed proud and exultant to have been taken by the four men. A few years ago she wouldn’t even have contemplated being unfaithful let alone doing it in front of me and with four guys!

Wednesday, September 13, 2006.
Perhaps I was a bit early at the community centre because Marie was still freshening up in the shower. Annoyingly, it seems she’s now told Gavin I’m aware of what’s going on, despite her assurances that she wouldn’t. I really didn’t want this young lad knowing I’m a cuckold but his conversation while we wait revealed that he does.
“You should look after your wife better. I had no trouble getting inside her trousers.” he grinned.
I didn’t reply, mainly because I’m still surprised that Marie has continued her regular sex sessions with Tommy, and now Gavin, despite her sordid experiences on Saturday.
“I had your wife the second time we met, she was gagging for it. But apparently you haven’t got much of a cock” Gavin teased.
When Marie appeared they kissed in front of me for once. Gavin then winked over his shoulder at me while slipping both hands up the back of my wife’s skirt.
“Pity you’ve got to go, I’m getting hard again.” he commented.
“I can tell.” Marie said, “But J*** doesn’t mind waiting, do you dear.”
“I’ve got an early start in the morning.” I reminded her.
“The sooner we get started the better then.” she said, leading him towards the judo room.
Gavin, already undoing his trousers, paused at the door to say, “Turn the key on the main door shall you. Then you can wait in my office.”
Then he was gone, closing the judo room door behind him.
I was left to contemplate another humiliating experience, sitting waiting for my wife in the caretaker’s office while she had sex with him.
Despite the closed door I could clearly hear Marie’s happy cries, cries which grow louder and louder, and prompted me to cross to the door. I could then hear the regular thudding sounds of the padded mat as the lad fucked her.
By the time they emerged looking hot and sweaty I was back sitting in his office.
Driving home I remonstrated with my wife about having sex with someone local, the town being less than three miles from home, and reminded her about our pact of discretion. Marie reassured me to a certain extent by telling me that Gavin knows nothing about us, other than her name, and has no idea where we live. Anyway, his parents were thinking of moving to the States and if they did Gavin should probably go with them.

Saturday, February 10, 2007.
The events of the last five month’s can be summed up in one word. Unbelievable. I’ve been able to keep but a sketchy record of all the things that have happened, often too shocked to write more than the bare bones at the time. Also with Council work taking up a lot more of my time these days, not to mention the Rotarians, I haven’t even been present during many of Marie’s visits to Tommy’s house. It’s only now that her affair with him is at an end that I can perhaps get back into my Journal writing habits. First though I must try and condense five months into a few paragraphs, if only to serve as a reminder of a somewhat sordid episode in our lives.
It’s not easy to write this but for much of that time my wife has literally been Tommy’s plaything, his sex slave in fact. Probably due to her own voracious and seemingly unquenchable sexual appetite Marie allowed him to do as he wanted with her.
Many men fucked my wife during those month’s, with Tommy seeming to enjoy watching her in action with others almost as much as having sex with her himself. I’ve seen Marie eagerly indulging in all sorts of practices some, to my mind at least, rather perverted. Prostitution for instance. At one time Tommy gloated that he was making good money because some of the guys who were turning up at his house to have sex with Marie were actually paying him! Marie had no qualms about having sex with a variety of nameless guys who paid him for it. One evening Tommy commented that his lounge resemred a waiting room because three guys sat patiently waiting their turn while a fourth was upstairs fucking my wife. Having made a hundred pounds for the evening he gave Marie four pounds, a pound for each of the guys who had fucked her, remarking that she should probably have paid them, nympho that she is!
Threesomes became the norm during those month’s. Indeed even foursomes occasionally took place, several of Tommy’s friends and workmates becoming regular participants.
Marie revelled in it, rarely having sex with less than two guys at a time, and once commented “the more the merrier.”
It’s painful to write but my wife’s insatiable sexual appetite does indeed verge on nymphomania. To possess a wife with such a love, nay a craving for all things sexual might be desirable to some guys but it does me little good as I haven’t actually had intercourse with Marie since 10/08/03, and that was pretty disastrous. There have been a few attempts since but always with the same humiliating result, premature ejaculation. To my shame I come before even entering my wife, the sight of her naked form, the body that so many guys have now enjoyed, proving too stimulating. When Tommy, at the end of their affair, taunted me that a total of thirty nine guys had fucked my wife at his house I had no reamister to doubt his words, particularly as Marie was only to happy to confirm them.

Sunday, February 11, 2007.
During a long and frank discussion this morning Marie agreed to modify her increasingly wanton behaviour, even conceding that some of the things she’d done made her blush with shame. For my part I’ve agreed to do my best to provide her with the lovers and the discreet adventures she needs, and indeed craves. I’m going to York on business for a few days the week after next and Marie suggested coming with me. Four nights in an hotel shall make a pleasant change she says, but I think I know what my role shall be and confess to being a little apprehensive.

Monday, February 19, 2007.
So it’s come to this. Earlier this evening I ‘procured’ a guy to have sex with my wife on the grounds that I’m unable to satisfy her. Assuredly the most humiliating transaction of my life, although I can’t deny getting a buzz from it! The guy, David, took it for granted that I wanted to watch which isn’t really part of the arrangement Marie and I have agreed on. However, by this time I have to acknowledge that I do indeed want to watch my wife with her lovers, the next best thing to having sex with her myself. I seem to experience a sort of vicarious satisfaction to witness my wife being brought to orgasm by some guy. I nearly always come in my hand while watching Marie writhing in the throes of an orgasm created by a guys tongue between her legs or his penis deep inside her vagina.
So it was that I masturbated while watching David fucking my wife. David seemed to find the whole experience an exciting one and later when we returned to the bar suggested I buy him a take in return for his ‘services’. I was happy to oblige, actually experiencing a kick from the transaction.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007.
Due to yesterday evenings success Marie again commissioned me to find her a suitable partner. Simon was the lucky recipient of my wife’s bodily charms tonight. I employed the same humiliating formula as before, this time for some strange reamister taking it a stage further by adding that I needed a real man to satisfy my wife in my stead. He wouldn’t let me watch though, saying it should cramp his style, and I had to wait outside in the corridor while they had their fun inside. An humiliating experience in itself. At least I was able to hear my wife’s joyous cries as he fucked her, as did some passers by who actually stopped to listen.
“Someone’s having fun.” a guy remarked.
“Aren’t they just.” I replied, hoping they didn’t realise I was standing outside my own room.

... Once Marie was in position, bottom perched on the edge of the table, Mr. Burridge, who insisted on being called by his surname throughout so I shall continue to do so in my Journal, lifted her ankles and held them high and wide.
“Now take my cock and place it in your wife’s cunt. I want you to see it going all the way in.” Mr. Burridge beamed at me.
Having no choice but to comply I took the bastards penis in my hand and while he spread Marie’s vagina lips, lodged it inside. We were both staring down at Mr. Burridge’s penis as it slowly disappeared inside her. Once it was fully embedded he leaned forward to cup and squeeze Marie’s baloobas. Straightening up again he flashed me a triumphant grin and said, “Now stand there and watch closely while I fuck your missus.”
And that’s precisely what happened. Despite the fear of gossip, after all there’s no guarantee he shan’t talk about all this, I actually found it one of the most arousing and exciting moments of my life. It proved very difficult not to masturbate as I watched Mr. Burridge’s penis drilling in and out of my wife, accompanied by her usual shrieks and cries.
“I’m coming!” he exclaimed suddenly, buttocks clenching. “Shooting my load deep inside your wife the way my boy has dozens of times before me.”
Afterwards it amused Mr. Burridge to order me to wipe his penis clean with tissues and I did so, my own penis remaining erect.
Directly he’d gone I masturbated, having little choice but to relieve my pent up emotions.

Sunday, April 8, 2007.
Contrary to expectations I didn’t see any of today’s activities.
“Clear off out of the way now.” Mr. Burridge said when I opened the door to him. “And don’t come back for ages. I’ve got a lot of time today and I’m looking forward to spending it playing with, and screwing, your lovely little wife.”
Pausing long enough to grab my car and office keys, thinking that I might as well go and do some work on next weeks presentation, I left the house and heard Mr. Burridge laughing as he bolted the door. Locked out of my own house! Well at least I got a lot of work done ahead of Tuesday’s presentation.
Fortunately Mr. Burridge had gone by the time I arrived back home so at least I didn’t have to see his gloating face again. He assured Marie he shall say nothing to anyone about the weekends activities, or her affair with his mister, before departing for the States tomorrow. Can I rely on his discretion I wonder? Not wanting to jeopardise his own marriage is perhaps a better guarantee of his silence than anything else, only time shall tell.
I asked Marie what had happened, what sort of things they’d done, and she teased me about wanting to hear all the salacious details, commenting that it obviously turned me on to see her with other men.
She’s right! I don’t like to admit it, even to myself, but it does excite me to watch her with other men. I seem to gain some sort of vicarious pleasure from the experience -- if I can’t satisfy her myself perhaps watching another guy do it in my place is the next best thing.
My wife had showered following Mr. Burridge’s departure but wore only a robe which kept parting as she moved about, offering tantalising glimpses of bare flesh.
“Come upstairs, I know what you need to do.” she told me.
In the bedroom Marie slipped out of the robe and turned to show me the marks of Mr. Burridge’s teeth on her bottom. “Do the love bites excite you?”
“Yes.” My voice sounded hoarse.
“Get your cock out and wank yourself off then,” she said, her coarse turn of phrase both shocking and exciting me.
Marie was on the bed, legs wide apart, by the time I’d shed my trousers and underpants. Staring at my wife’s vagina, a vagina that far too many men have enjoyed, I began masturbating. On impulse I asked her to describe the things Mr. Burridge had done to her, using vulgar and graphic language, such talk sounding strangely exciting coming from her lips.
“Use four letter words.” I urged her.
My wife laughed and plunged straight in.
“You should hardly have got out the end of the street before Eric was licking my cunt,” she told me.
“Oh god.” I groaned, hand pumping rapidly at my penis.
“Eric nibred and sucked my clitoris while fingering my anus, pushing his fingers in really deep, and by this time I was licking and sucking his lovely big cock. I was sucking Eric’s balls when the first orgasm hit me and had to spit them out quickly.”
I came in my hand at that point, the image of my wife sucking the bastards balls, filling my mind. Marie’s words, so out of character, excited me so much though that I urged her to continue.
“Well look at me, look at my cunt, and image Eric’s big cock filling it,” my wife urged, really entering in to the spirit off things.
I groaned at her words and Marie laughed before continuing dreamily, “It felt divine when Eric fucked me, his lovely cock sliding in and out of my cunt while his tongue did the same to my mouth.”
I was becoming more and more worked up.
“When Eric came, his hot spunk flooded my cunt and I orgasmed simultaneously with ,,,” my wife’s voice tailed off when she realised I’d come in my hand again.
“We must do this again.” Marie said, kissing me before leaving the room.
I felt shattered by what had been an humiliating and embarrassing experience, but knew she was right, we must do it again. I also know, without a shadow of doubt, that I want other men to fuck my wife, perhaps lots of men!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007.
With a crisis developing on one of my major contracts I’ve had to delegate the presentation in Lincoln to my wife. I’ve completed all the groundwork and Marie knows the business well enough to deal adequately with the presentation in my absence. She actually went off more than happy with her responsibilities, looking forward to a couple of nights in an hotel.

Later
Rang Marie at the hotel to find out how the initial meeting had gone but the receptionist told me there was no reply from her room. It was pretty late and I assumed she wouldn’t be out but rang Marie’s mobile in case. It must have almost gone to voice mail before she answered, her voice sounding a bit muffled.
I asked how the meeting had gone and Marie, sounding a little impatient, assured me that there was nothing to worry about, the company directors had seemed impressed with the presentation.
Reassured I mentioned ringing her room and getting no response, asking a little diffidently, because I know she doesn’t like me prying, where she was.
“If you must know I’m in bed with a lovely man I met down in the bar after dinner, and whose fingers are currently doing exquisite things to my cunt.”
I heard a masculine chuckle in the background as I exclaimed, “Oh, I might have known!”
The guy must have been listening to our conversation because an American voice suddenly boomed in my ear, “Hi buddy, your wife’s just been giving my balls a good suck, a nice present to take back to the States tomorrow.”
“Well your tongue in and around my cunt felt just as good.” Marie’s voice cut in.
Again he chuckled.
“Marie reckons your OK with this buddy and as she’s ready to be fucked we’re hanging up.”
“Just a minute, I haven’t finished talking to my wife.”
“No time now buddy she’s pulling me on top and in two seconds my dick shall be deep inside your wife’s cunt, think on that while in your lonely bed.”
“Don’t hang up, let me listen.” I urged and they laughed but at least the phone was left on.
I heard it being placed on some sort of cabinet I suppose and almost immediately my wife’s voice calling out, “Oh yes, lovely.”
There were various rustling and creaking sounds, indicative of copulation, and the American voice grunted, “My dick’s right inside now Marie, do you like it?”
“Oh yes, yes!”
There was no more speech then, just male grunts mixed with female cries, and to my shame I masturbated to the sounds of my wife being fucked in the hotel room all those miles away.

Thursday, April 12, 2007.
Unable to contact Marie today. No response from her room and her mobile was switched off. Presumably she’s enjoying herself.

Friday, April 13, 2007.
Well we’ve been awarded the contract so Marie’s trip was a very successful one. Of course the reamister I was unable to contact my wife last night is that she was with a man, the Managing Director of the firm we’re doing business with, at his house. It may explain the ease with which she acquired the contract! I suppose at some stage in my dealings with the company I shall have to meet the guy who yesterday twice fucked my wife, which could prove embarrassing with him assuming he cuckolded me with her. At least he doesn’t know I’m compliant about my wife’s liaimisters, having little choice in the matter.
When, in response to my request this evening Marie relating the details of her latest conquest, stretched out on the bed with her legs apart to cater for my onanism, I was so turned on by her tale that I asked her to write it up in my Journal. She should capture the essence better than I and reading it in her own hand shall I think, prove a greater turn on for future readings.
(So it is that the following is transcribed from my wife’s entry. I think I’ve just about managed to decipher her handwriting!)
I’d been aware of the Managing Director’s interest in my legs during the meetings and he early on urged me to call him Felix. A very handsome and presentable guy in his forties he invited me to join him for dinner, adding that he’d take me somewhere a bit more upmarket than the hotel.
Felix was certainly right about the meal. Afterwards, and contrary to expectations, he took me to his house rather than back to the hotel. I’d learnt that Felix is married during the course of dinner which is why I was surprised. It soon became apparent that he had the house to himself though and it turned out that his wife and youngren were away for the weekend visiting her parents. - When she rang later to check that everything was OK I was actually sucking Felix cock while he spoke to his wife!
“Am I right in thinking your wearing stockings beneath that sombre outfit you’ve got on?” Felix asked, soon after we arrived at his house.
I’d deliberately dressed more soberly than usual for the important meetings and wore a navy blue suit, the skirt of which was knee length, so I suppose he could only have realised I wore stockings by the outline of suspenders. He had been studying my legs closely!
“Your very perceptive.” I told Felix while he helped me out of my short jacket and hung it on the back of a chair.
“I’ve always had an eye for a shapely pair of legs, particularly when encased in stockings and suspenders, my wife hasn’t worn them for years.”
Placing his hands on my hips he slowly ran them down my thighs, his breathing quickening when he felt the suspenders. Suddenly crushing me to him Felix pressed his lips to mine, hands sliding round to squeeze my bottom.
“I think you want it as much as I do,” he said.
“Mm yes.” I replied, passing my hand across the front of Felix trousers. “It feels as if you’ve got plenty to offer.”
“Get it out then, go down on me. Suck my cock.” he urged.
Kneeling, I unzipped his fly while Felix undid the belt. With his trousers round his ankles I smiled up at Felix as I very slowly eased his underpants down. His erection springing up hit me on the nose
and we both laughed. It was then that the phone rang.
“It shall be my wife so I’ve got to answer it.”
I was licking his balls when Felix picked the phone up but as the conversation with his wife proceeded I took the end of his cock between my lips. With my hands on his bottom, fingers raking the crevice between the cheeks, I could tell that Felix was trying desperately to bring the conversation to a close as I sucked at his cock.
“You devil.” Felix said, pulling me to my feet. “You did that on purpose. I had one hell of a job concentrating.”
Taking me by surprise Felix suddenly sat on one of the chairs and pulled me face down across his lap. Hauling my skirt up he began spanking my pantie clad bottom. Despite my squeals he knew I was enjoying the spanking and soon paused to push the knickers down to my stocking tops.
“That’s better,” he grunted, spanking my bared bottom.
The spanking over Felix hand slid between my thighs and he laughed.
“You enjoyed that as much as I did, your cunt’s sopping.”
My thighs sagged further apart as Felix fingered me, his breathing sounding laboured. The fingers of his other hand, which rested on my bottom, then began prodding and probing my anus.
“You randy bitch, you like this as well don’t you?”
It was unnecessary to reply my excitement must have been obvious to him as Felix continued fingering cunt and bum simultaneously.
Suddenly pulling me upright, he just as suddenly pushed me face down across the table. With skirt up around my waist Felix hooked my knickers to one side and drove into me.
“Ah yes. This is what I need.” I cried out impulsively, as his cock began driving in out of my cunt.
Felix held my hips tightly as he fucked me with an urgency that took my breath away. I knew he wouldn’t last long but also knew he’d want more.
“Oh god!” Felix exclaimed suddenly, and with his cock deep inside me I felt jets of hot semen spurting into my depths.
Later we were laying naked on his bed, Felix stroking my baloobas, when he asked if I’d go on top for our second fuck.
“Gladly, it’s my favourite position.” I told him.
“I get the impression you like sex in any position and I’m not the first guy you’ve been unfaithful with.”
“I’ve had my moments.” I laughed.
“I’m rather looking forward to meeting your husband in our future dealings. I shan’t of course mention that I have carnal knowledge of his pretty little wife.”
Straddling Felix I spread my cunt lips for him to guide his lovely cock inside. I sank down on it with a happy sigh, Felix hands coming up to my baloobas. I rode his cock slowly, loving the feel of it inside me, and wanting to make it last. Felix rubbed and pinched my nipples as I ran my fingers through his chest hair. Reaching back I stroked his balls, Felix thrusting upwards lustily in response. We stayed like that for a moment before Felix pulled me down for a kiss, his hands squeezing my bottom, fingers searching for and quickly finding, my anal opening. With his tongue probing my mouth, cock deep inside my cunt, Felix again fingered my bum. It was gorgeous and I erupted in orgasm, almost biting his tongue in my passion!
Upright again I continued to ride his thrusting cock soon becoming aware that he couldn’t hold out much longer. Still, I must have had the delicious feel of his cock inside me for close on half an hour by this time and so joined his frantic thrusts, riding him lustily. Felix groaned, I yelled, as his semen spurted into my depths. I love the feeling.
We remained locked together while Felix cock slowly subsided, and he said, “Your husbands a lucky man to have you riding his cock the way you’ve just done mine.”
I didn’t tell him it’s been years since I’ve had hubby’s cock inside me, not since the lovely Doug taught me the full delights and pleasures of sex. J***’s shrivelled up little thing never did anything for me anyway and his pathetic attempts at lovemaking left me cold. I’d never experienced orgasm before I met Doug, I just became good at faking it. How do you like that in your Journal, J***?

Part 9

Tuesday, April 17, 2007.
It was late by the time we’d finished the Polish lorry and the driver, in halting English, asked if he could park up overnight. Well, I certainly didn’t want to leave him on the premises and eventually managed to convey to the guy that he needed to drive out onto the Industrial Estate where overnight parking was common place. It was as he climbed up into his cab that Marie came out to see if I was ready to leave, all staff members having gone by this time. Usually my wife and I travel into work separately but as her car was being serviced we’d both used mine.
“Pity I didn’t come out earlier, he was rather dishy,” she teased.
“He’s parking up on the estate overnight so perhaps you’re not too late after all.” I commented, although I really ought not to encourage her.
Well, to cut out unnecessary verbiage, some fifteen minutes later saw us walking along the side of the white trailer and on reaching the grey cab found the door open and the young driver, late twenties or early thirties, doing his paperwork.
I introduced him to Marie, learning in return that his name was Mateusz.
With his limited grasp of English it was difficult to make him understand and embarrassingly I had to repeat myself several times before Mateusz realised I was offering him a sex session with my wife. Once he got the picture however, the driver jumped done to shake me by the hand.
Marie’s excitement was plain to see, as pulling the tightish skirt high up her thighs, she climbed into the cab, ably assisted by Mateusz hands on her bottom.
He followed her up and muttering something that sounded a bit like, “No room for you,” pulled the door closed and drew the curtains in the cab.
However, the window remained open and I spent forty very embarrassing minutes standing beside the lorry listening to the sounds of their lovemaking within. My wife’s strident cries were a clear indication that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. At least the lorry was parked on a reamisterably quiet stretch of road, not that there are ever many people walking in the Industrial Estate, situated as it is, on the edge of town.
Eventually the cab door swung open and a half naked Mateusz grinned to see me standing there patiently waiting. He helped Marie down while she descended with a large amount of thigh on display, and as we walked away shouted something after us. I turned and caught my wife’s knickers as the laughing Pole threw them at me.
“I couldn’t be bothered to put them back on in the confined space.” Marie explained, before giving me a quick kiss during which I’m certain I could taste Mateusz penis on my wife’s lips.
I slipped her knickers into my pocket and at home went to hand them to her but Marie smiled and said, “Perhaps you need to make use of them. Go to your room and do it while I take a shower.”
Well I knew what she meant by that and in my bedroom swiftly shed trousers and underpants. Then I removed the naked photos of my wife that Doug had left me and with her knickers wrapped around my penis masturbated, well aware of the ignominy of the proceeding. However, due to my frustration I’d masturbated twice by the time Marie finished her shower and came in to show me the small love bite Mateusz had left on her upper thigh.

Friday, April 20, 2007.
The washing machine having broken down Marie took the afternoon off to wait for the service engineer. When I arrived home from work I was surprised to find the service van still parked outside. Either he’d been late getting to us or the repair was proving to be a long job I thought, letting myself in. Of course I ought to know better by now but am still a bit naïve I suppose.
Anyway, the clothing brownietered about the lounge coupled with Marie’s ecstatic cries from upstairs, quickly disused me of my first supposition.
There seemed an inordinate amount of male clothing mixed up with my wife’s but that was quickly explained when I found two guys on the bed with her!
“She said you wouldn’t mind,” the elder of the two, both of who were black, said diffidently.
“Yea, said you like to watch her getting fucked,” the younger, brasher one added with a grin.
Marie, seeming oblivious of my entry to the bedroom, continued her ministrations to the younger guy’s penis, licking and kissing it lovingly.
The elder slipped from the bed and introduced himself as Logan, explaining that the other, Osman is a trainee learning the ropes, thus explaining why there were two of them.
“We’d both fucked your wife and should have been out of here but she wanted more,” he said, gaining in confidence when he saw the avid way I was watching Marie sucking Osman’s balls.
“Get your cock out and play with it if you want.” Osman called, having noticed the furtive rub I gave the front of my trousers.
The contrasting skin colours were a real turn on and despite, or perhaps because of, the offense I knew I’d be exposed to if they saw the size of my penis, I unzipped and released it. I wasn’t wrong; Osman’s obvious contempt when I released my erect penis and began masturbating was obvious to us all.
“Not surprised your wife wants more now she’s got the chance of real cock,” he jeered, directing Logan’s attention to the smallness of my penis.
The older guy also laughed, half turning to show that his flaccid penis was considerably bigger than my erect one.
I was revelling in the situation though and not content to masturbate in front of the laughing Logan and jeering Osman, heard myself asking if I could take photos. Logan agreed providing their faces were concealed but Osman demanded payment for their services. In my desire for photos I should have agreed to anything I think and told them I’d write a cheque for the one hundred pounds Osman demanded, to be shared between them.
“No, cash only.” Osman said, rolling my wife onto her back to thrust a hand roughly between her legs.
Explaining that I didn’t keep that much cash in the house, I was watching his black fingers drilling in and out of Marie pink vagina lips, fingers which were suddenly withdrawn as he said, “In that case then no more action.”
Marie’s wail of disappointment prompted me to ask the guys if they could come back tomorrow, when I should have had a chance to visit a cash machine. Logan replied in the affirmative but Osman, perhaps sensing that they were on a good thing, said, “Yea but it shall cost you double if we give up our Saturday.”
I hesitated but fearing Marie’s disappointment, her transparent frustration that the session seemed to be over was clear to us all, eventually agreed to Osman’s terms.
“Great. One hundred quid each and you can take as many pictures as you like while we fuck this little lady into the ground.” Osman said bending to kiss her vagina, the back of his black head contrasting erotically with the pasty white flesh of Marie’s thighs.
Seeing them out I asked Logan to use the company van tomorrow and be sure to carry their tool kits into the house in case neighbours saw them. I could always explain that the washing machine needed parts they hadn’t got with them today.

Saturday, April 21, 2007.
It was afternoon before the guys arrived, Marie’s emotions changing from excited anticipation, to impatience and finally downright fear and frustration that they wouldn’t turn up. Towards lunchtime I even phoned the service company at her insistence, only to get the answer phone.
Anyway, just before two pm they arrived and I was pleased to see them carrying their tools into the house. Marie greeted them both with a kiss while I closed, locked and bolted the door. One of our neighbours has a habit of ringing the door bell and walking straight in.
His arm round my wife’s waist, Osman asked, “Have you got the money feller?”
I silently handed them each an envelope containing one hundred pounds but then had to watch embarrassedly while Osman counted his. Logan just pocketed the envelope and seeming surer of himself today than he had yesterday, pulled Marie to him for another kiss, this time kneading and squeezing her bottom.
Marie wore a very short, figure hugging red dress with nothing underneath, although I was ignorant of that until Logan communicated the fact to Osman. The younger guy having finished counting the money stowed it in his pocket before shedding his clothes. I suggested we all go up to the bedroom as that’s where I’d set the camera up on a tripod. I also intended using Marie’s camera as a hand held. Whooping excitedly Marie led the charge upstairs chased by a laughing Osman, Logan and I following more quietly.
She was already naked and happily sucking on Osman’s penis by the time we joined them in the bedroom. Logan undressed leisurely while watching my wife at work on Osman’s penis and balls with her tongue, and I began taking photos. When the second guy joined in I managed to get a couple of really good pictures of Marie licking the tips of both cocks simultaneously.
Next, Logan stretched out on the bed and Marie knelt over his face. While she took his penis into her mouth Logan gripped Marie’s buttocks to pull her vagina down onto his questing tongue. Then, to my astonishment, Osman began running his tongue along the crevice between her buttocks. I could hardly believe what I was seeing but when she raised her lips from Logan penis to squeal delightedly I knew the guy was licking my wife’s anus.
It wasn’t possible to get very clear photos of what was going on but I shall know whenever I look at them in future, that the guys are tonguing my wife’s vagina and anus simultaneously. I shall also remember the two wild orgasms she experienced in quick succession while it was happening!
I wasn’t all that surprised when Osman wanted anal intercourse with my wife, nor her enthusiastic agreement. In two minds whether to take pictures of something I still regard as rather sordid I hesitated, until a wild cry from Marie as Osman’s penis drove into her anus prompted me to pick up the camera.
“I shall take the pics, looks to me like you need a wank,” a smiling Logan commented, nodding at the erect penis protruding from my open fly and taking the camera from my hand.
I hadn’t even been aware of releasing it! However I thanked him and began masturbating, my eyes fixed on the big black penis drilling in and out of my wife’s anus. Despite Osman’s contemptuous expression I quickly came in my hand, certainly much quicker than he did inside Marie’s anus, my wife shouting excitedly as he spurted into her.
When Osman said he was going to wash his genitals in the bathroom before continuing, Marie said “My husband shall gladly wash them for you, shan’t you dear.”
I nodded, actually pleased that she’d inflicted this offense on me.
Although seeing Logan mounting my wife I almost regretted agreeing. Anyway, in the bathroom I soaped the guy’s penis and balls, more aware of Marie’s joyful cries as Logan fucked her than Osman’s sneers and jeers about me being a pathetic wimp. I dried him off and he said, “I hope you’ve done a good job wimp because you’re now going to take my cock in your mouth, the cock that’s just been buried to the hilt up your wife’s arsehole.”
I automatically sucked his penis into my mouth, Osman’s sneering laughter merging with Marie’s ecstatic shouts.
“That’s it feller, keep sucking my cock while my mate fucks your missus,” he jeered.
By the time we returned to the bedroom they were lying side by side, looking hot from their copulation. Inevitably Osman added to my offense by telling them what had taken place in the bathroom, Marie laughing louder than Logan.
“It’s your fault I’m hard again,” Osman informed me. “So I shall relieve it inside your wife’s cunt.”
He leapt onto the bed and seizing Marie’s ankles doured her legs back. Logan quickly knelt over her face and also held her legs thus pinning my wife down while Osman’s penis drove into her. Marie’s excited yell was cut short by Logan slipping his penis into her mouth.
I circled the bed repeatedly in my quest for the best photos, highly excited by the sight of the black buttocks pounding up and down between my wife’s lily white thighs. It was an incredible spectacle to see Marie’s slight form pinned down by the two well built guys, sucking almost desperately at Logan’s penis while Osman fucked her roughly.
It was Marie, perhaps more aware of my predilections than I am myself, who suggested taking a belt to my backside, even tossing my own belt to Osman for the purpose. I made a token protest for appearances sake but of course it did no good and the men powerd me face down over the end of the bed. Then, with Logan holding me Osman yanked my trousers and underpants down to my knees.
With Osman lashing my buttocks I soon howled in pain. It was a pain alleviated somewhat when raising my head I found myself staring between Marie’s thighs. She was sitting up against the headboard, legs wide apart, her gaping and semen speckled vagina fully exposed to my gaze. Inevitably I rose from the beating fully erect again, much to Osman’s amused contempt.
Afterwards my only regret was that no pictures had been taken of me licking and sucking Osman’s penis and subsequent punishment, they should have served as a constant reminder of my offense. Incidentally, the pictures Logan took were of much better quality than mine, due I suppose to my over excited state.
It was only later that I thought about the dangers inherent in this afternoons indiscretion, the risk of gossip chief among them, and remonstrated with Marie about her initial seduction of the service engineers. She admitted being incautious and agreed to try and restrain herself in future, when it comes to callers at the house anyway. My wife also reminded me in no uncertain terms that it was I who had invited them to call again today.

Sunday, April 22, 2007.
Waking up this morning my sore buttocks served as an instant reminder of yesterday’s indiscretions and I grew hot and cold at the memory. What on earth was I thinking of to actually pay the guys two hundred pounds to fuck my wife in our own home, while totally humiliating me in the process!

Monday, April 30, 2007.
When Marie suggested visiting The B******** I was a bit dubious. It was obvious she wanted to pick up a guy for sex, the large pub situated between Industrial Estate and Town frequented by lorry drivers parked up overnight. I know Marie thoroughly enjoyed her experiences with the Polish driver in his cab a couple of weeks ago and is keen to repeat it but I feel The B******** is a bit to close for comfort. However, suppressing my unease I agreed.
The guy was huge! Muscular, with heavily tattooed arms bulging from his T-shirt, the shaven headed Ian was a Scotsman. I approached the guy at the bar during a bit of a lull in custom but due perhaps to his powerful physique found it particularly unnerving to proposition him about having sex with Marie. Fortunately the proposal didn’t meet with the laughter and ridicule I’d been afraid of. In fact he had eyes only for Marie sitting at our table across the room from him, legs crossed and skirt hem high up her thighs. She smiled back across the room at him.
“If that’s the little lady you’re offering I’m game. In fact my dick’s already itching to get between those shapely legs.”
I looked about nervously, hoping no one could hear but Ian was already striding across the room. I hurried after the guy and he plonked himself down beside her.
“So, the old man fails to satisfy you, and you’re in need of a good shag?” Ian said, squeezing my wife’s thigh.
Marie looked at me quizzically not knowing I’d told the guy I’m impotent.
“You could say that,” she smiled, uncrossing her legs.
“Fancy a bit of rough in a truck cab do you then girlie?” he asked, his hand delving under my wife’s skirt.
I moved round the table a bit so as to shield it from the rest of the room while Marie answered in the affirmative.
Her legs parted in response to Ian’s questing fingers and he exclaimed, “Why, you haven’t even got any knickers on, you naughty girl!”
I looked at Marie in astonishment. It was the first I knew she was out without her underwear.
“Your wife’s cunt’s sopping, she’s hot for it. Let’s go.” Ian said to me and I was glad to escape the pub and possible prying eyes.
Ian’s lorry was parked in L****** Road, which being a fair distance from the pub we went to in my car. I pulled up behind the red trailer he indicated and we walked along the side of it to his cab. As with Mateusz it was necessary for Marie to hike her skirt high to climb into his cab, but unlike the Polish guy Ian contented himself with looking at my wife’s legs rather than groping her bottom.
“You’d be better off waiting in the car while I do the business with your wife.” Ian told me, before following her up into the cab.
Indeed, despite a weak sun there was a strong cold wind blowing and with the door now closed, as were the windows, I could hear nothing so it seemed good advice.
It was a bit of an anti-climax though, just sitting in the car while Ian had sex with my wife a little way away. Boring to as I had nothing to occupy myself with and no idea how long they’d be.
It was over an hour and I must have dozed of when a rap on the window brought me upright. It was Ian. I wound the window down and he told me Marie should be along in a minute.
“Why man, but you’ve got a sexy little wife there. I’ve fucked her twice and the things she did to my dick and balls between the two were out of this world.”
“Glad you enjoyed it,” I replied hoarsely.
“God yes, I’ve never had my dick and balls sucked the way your wife’s just done. She doesn’t mind a finger or two up her bum hole either. Here comes the tasty little thing now, I think you shall find her well satisfied.”
Back home I attained my own relief when Marie consented to lay back on the bed with legs spread wide. Staring at the vagina which Ian had enjoyed I masturbated furiously and soon came.
“That didn’t take long and it certainly wouldn’t have done me much good. Even the first time he fucked me Ian lasted a lot longer than that.” Marie teased before heading for the shower.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007.
Back from a rather fruitless business trip this evening I found the house deserted but a note from Marie informed me she’d driven to the Industrial Estate. Pausing only long enough to freshen up I headed there myself, concerned about what might happen to her alone.
Went to the pub first but not finding her there, decided to cruise round the Industrial Estate. Spotted Marie’s car parked next to a lorry on the same stretch of dead end road where Ian’s had been parked a couple of days ago. I parked behind it and walked along the side of the blue, curtain sided trailer, to cautiously approach the blue and white cab. There were a number of other trucks parked nearby so I couldn’t be absolutely certain it was the right one. However, a series of piercing cries, clearly Marie’s, emanating from the open cab window told me it was. The cries also told me that my wife was being very vigorously fucked! Naturally I stood beside the cab listening until the sounds from within died away.
Only then did I cast my eyes on the truck and realised it was Romanian. Hopefully the drivers English was better than Mateusz had been.
The silence was broken surprisingly quickly by another ecstatic yell from my wife and her rhythmic cries continued to ring out indicating she was again being fucked. Good god, he must be highly charged I thought.
There was a much simpler explanation though for when a flushed and dishevelled Marie eventually climbed down from the cab it turned out there were two drivers on board!
Marie introduced me to them, calling me her cuckold husband, and both Lucian who spoke good English, Eugene less so, seemed to think it hilarious. I don’t know if they understood the term, but they certainly found it amusing that I’m the compliant husband of the woman they’d both fucked.
Walking back to our cars I received another shock when my wife calmly informed that she’d already had sex with a Dutch driver before meeting the Romanians, but he hadn’t fully satisfied her.
“Bit like you, only his cock wasn’t quite as small as yours.” Marie teased.
Of course I remonstrated with my wife about her promiscuous behaviour but Marie placated me a bit by saying she’d do a striptease when we reached home and then stretch out on the bed for me.
“You can relieve yourself while ogling my cunt and imagine how much I enjoyed the two big Romanian cocks pumping in and out of it.” Marie teased.
Which of course I did!

Part 10

Thursday, May 10, 2007.
Marie was keen to visit the B******** alone but I vetoed the idea, pointing out the dangers. I agreed to a scenario however in which we entered separately and I kept out of the way, intervening only if I thought a situation looked fraught.
So it was that I sat at a table near the exit, a table which commanded a good view of the bar, with my glass of sparkling water. When Marie entered my eyes tracked her to the bar, as did many other eyes, her swaying hips encased in a short blue skirt which displayed plenty of leg proving an highly arousing sight. Waiting to be served my wife surveyed the room, aware no doubt as I was, of the many admiring looks she was attracting. Carrying her take along to where there were the most males she perched herself on a bar stool and crossed her legs, skirt riding high.
There was a guy, probably about thirty, sitting at a table facing her and noticing him looking intently at her Marie flashed the guy a smile. When he responded in kind my wife slowly uncrossed her legs and parted them provocatively. Now, I don’t know how much he could see but was aware that Marie had impulsively removed her knickers before leaving home, so it was possible that the guy could see rather more than he’d expected!
Anyway, sitting there facing the guy with her legs apart, skirt high up her thighs was to my mind a clear invitation. The guy thought so to because he joined her at the bar where they were soon in animated conversation. Within five minutes they were heading for the door.
I watched their progress, as did many other guys, and was amazed at just how quick, not to mention how blatantly, my wife had picked the guy up. There was no sign now of the shy and demure, perhaps rather reserved girl I married.
Snapping out of my reverie I hastened to the door and scanning the car park spotted them climbing into a Volvo estate. I was able to reach my own car and exit the car park without losing sight of it. However, I almost missed them when the Volvo turned into P****** Close. Knowing it to be a dead end I drove by the turn before parking and walking back. Turning into the Close I was in time to see them transferring to the rear seats of the car, which I was pleased to see was parked next to a line of bushes between path and road. Ideal for spying!
However, I proceeded cautiously and by the time I peered carefully through the bushes all I could see of my wife was the back of her head in the guys lap. The blissful expression on the guys face as he relaxed in his seat left me in no doubt as to what she was doing. I couldn’t help but envy the guy. It’s been upwards of four years since Marie sucked my penis but here she was, doing it to a guy picked up in a bar barely ten minutes earlier!
It was impossible to get any closer without being seen but following a flurry of body movements within the car I saw that Marie had straddled the guy. One or other of them had released her baloobas which the guy was nuzzling while she rocked up and down. My wife’s hands gripped the guys shoulders as she rode his thrusting penis while his own hands were out of sight, but I guessed to be cupping her bottom.
The windows were partially open and I could hear the mixture of grunts, groans and ecstatic cries emanating from the car. Then, suddenly, it was over and I quickly moved back to my own car.
Perhaps five minutes later the Volvo emerged from P****** Close and starting the car I followed it back to the pub where I saw Marie alight. The car roared away at speed and I was surprise to see Marie enter the pub; I’d naively assumed we’d be going home now.
Parking up I followed her in but failed to see Marie. However, while I was waiting to be served she emerged from the toilets and deliberately went to the opposite end of the bar from me. She again perched herself on a bar stool, but not for long. In less than ten minutes she was on the way out again, this time with a guy who was obviously a lorry driver.
There’s little more to say really. The blue truck I saw my wife getting into was plainly German and walking along to it I was gratified to find a window had been opened and so again listened, rather incredulously, to the sound of lovemaking. My incredulity due to the fact that it was only about twenty five minutes since I’d done likewise at the Volvo!
Marie spent far longer in the lorry cab than she had in the Volvo and this time when she climbed down it was to find me waiting, not wanting her to return to the pub a third time. Of course it meant the offense of being introduced to the German as compliant husband, his English being good enough to understand judging by the guys grin. It was a grin which broadened when, adding to my offense, Marie explained to the guy that as I’m unable to satisfy her she has to look for her pleasure elsewhere.
Back home I was shocked to find Marie didn’t know the name of either of the guys she’d had sex with. It seems the guy in the Volvo, assuming she was a prostitute, had initially asked my wife how much she charged; no doubt pleased to get it for nothing. To my surprise Marie commented that the mistake excited her and next time she might take on the role of prostitute, it should at least pay our expenses!

Wednesday, May 16, 2007.
Our second night at the hotel in Bradford. Prakesh, a waiter from the restaurant came to our room and fucked Marie while I watched. The contrast of brown skin on white made for a particularly erotic sight. It came about like this.
My wife was wearing a short dress, barely covering the inevitable stocking tops, and the waiter ogled her legs at every opportunity. By the dessert, Marie was openly flirting with the guy and to cut a long story short I invited him to our room when he came off duty.
When stripped Prakesh, a guy in his thirties, revealed a squat and incredibly hairy body which in comparimister to my wife’s pale and slight form I found highly arousing.
Well, he quickly brought Marie to a noisy orgasm by fingering her anus while licking her clitoris, a combination she loves.
Then he knelt her on the very edge of the bed so that he could fuck my wife while standing up. But first he spread her buttocks and to my surprise as he’s the second guy to do so in a matter of weeks, and Marie’s obvious enjoyment, began to lick her anus! My wife was squealing delightedly as his tongue flicked back and forth across the small and crinkly orifice, his fingers probing her vagina. I freed my erection to masturbate furiously while he brought her rapidly to another orgasm.
Straightening up Prakesh smiled to see me standing there, erect penis in hand.
“Very, very small.” he smiled while directing his more substantial organ between my wife’s thighs.
Marie had barely returned to earth following her orgasm but moaned, “Oh god yes,” when it drove into her.
It proved an ideal position from my perspective because I had a clear view of his thick brown penis sliding in and out of her. While he pounded in and out the sight of pink vagina lips clinging to his brown penis on the withdrawals, proved a particularly erotic one. Pausing occasionally to finger my wife’s anus Prakesh fucked her steadily, Marie’s ecstatic cries testifying to her pleasure. When he came Prakesh grabbed Marie’s hips to pull her hard on to his discharging organ. His belly pressed up to her bottom, the guy’s penis was fully embedded as he emptied his balls deep inside my near hysterical wife.
When leaving Prakesh shook my hand!

Thursday, May 17, 2007.
Prakesh came to our room again this evening but this time, and very politely, asked me to leave while he made love to my wife. So it was that I went for a walk returning a couple of hours later to learn they’d enjoyed anal intercourse. Apparently Prakesh had been nervous about bum fucking my wife in front of me, hence his polite request to be left alone with her.

Friday, May 18, 2007.
Left Bradford early intending to break our journey at Bradgate Park, somewhere we hadn’t visited before but which looked a suitable place for a relaxing walk away from the stress and rigours of driving. It was a day of sunny periods but with a strong cool wind blowing so I for one was glad to enter the shelter of a woodland walk.
The wood seemed very quiet, there hadn’t been many cars on the car park, and we’d met few people by the time we emerged into a small clearing containing a solitary picnic table. Standing at the table, with jeans and underpants half way down his thighs, was a youth clearly masturbating while looking at a girlie magazine.
“Oh my god!” Marie exclaimed, an exclamation prompted more by the size of the lads penis than his act.
Startled, and not a little embarrassed, the lad quickly yanked his trousers and jeans up.
“No, no, don’t cover him up. He’s magnificent!” she urged.
His initial nervous reaction quickly dissipating the lad allowed his clothing to slip down again and seemed proud, justifiably so, to flaunt his manhood for our, or I should say Marie’s, inspection. He was right to be proud. The lads penis, remaining fully erect under our gaze, was huge. Indeed Marie confirmed later that it surpassed any she’s so far experienced.
“I’ve got something far better than pictures in a magazine.” Marie smiled, brushing it from the picnic table, before kneeling at his feet.
The lad gave me a startled look when my wife began licking the end of his penis, teasing all the most sensitive areas with her tongue, while holding it by the root.
“Relax, hubby doesn’t mind.” Marie paused in her ministrations to say.
Oddly, with my wife now sucking his penis, the lad introduced himself as Jamister, a mere 19. I told him our names in return at which point Marie said, “Here, make yourself useful and hold Jamister’s cock clear so I can get at his lovely big balls.”
Made aware by Jamister’s chuckle of the offense involved, I took the lads penis in my hand and held it up out of the way while Marie lapped his balls. His penis felt hard and really hot, as did my face when Jamister muttered contemptuously, “You must be a right prick to let your wife do this.”
She was now sucking his balls, one at a time.
Rocking back on her heels Marie said, “I’m going to suck you off. I want to taste your semen in my mouth. Would you like that?”
“Hell yes.” he replied.
I remained beside them watching as my wife again took the lads penis between her lips. Seizing Jamister’s buttocks she ardently sucked on his penis while he drove it in and out of her mouth.
“You dirty bitch!” he exclaimed suddenly and I realised Marie was fingering his anus.
He came almost immediately, penis jerking deep in my wife’s throat. Once she’d drained the last drop from the lad Marie sat back on her heels a contended smile on her face.
“Bloody hell that was good!” Jamister exclaimed as she stood up.
“Better than wanking then?” she asked.
“Hell yes.”
“Well perhaps in return you can do something for me.”
So saying Marie hiked her skirt up, a longish one for her, and slipped out of her knickers before the lads greedy eyes. Tossing them to me with a grin, Marie pulled her skirt high before sitting on the picnic table. Spreading her legs Marie said, “Is this better than a magazine?”
“Hell yes,” rubbing his penis which quickly became erect again.
“Your not a virgin are you?” Marie asked on impulse.
Jamister admitted, a bit shamefaced I thought, that he was.
“We’re both going to enjoy this immensely then. First I want you to bring me off with your tongue, don’t worry I shall guide you if need be, then your going to fuck me; I’m really looking forward to it.”
“What about him?” Jamister jerked a thumb in my direction.
“J*** likes to watch but I shall send him away if you’d prefer.” Marie told the lad.
“What a prick.” Jamister flashed me a disdainful look. “You must be a right nobhead.”
I looked down at my feet and he went on, “Yea why not, I shall let the wimp watch me licking your cunt. I’m going to finger your bum hole too, like you did mine.”
“Great.” Marie said, laying back and spreading her legs even more.
“Your right, it’s better than a magazine pic.” Jamister said, staring between her thighs.
“It tastes a lot better too.” Marie said with a smile.
I had instinctively moved closer to join Jamister in staring between my wife’s thighs, a move which inadvertently exposed me to more offense.
“My husband doesn’t get to see it much these days, hence his interest.”
“Really?” Jamister looked puzzled.
“Drop your trousers and show Jamister what you’ve got, dear.”
I hesitated until Marie snapped, “Come on, do as your told.”
I reluctantly slipped my trousers and underpants down, flinching when not unexpectedly Jamister roared with laughter as my erect penis was exposed.
“As you can imagine, my husbands cock doesn’t do much for me so you can see the attraction of your own magnificent specimen.”
“Yea,” he said before turning slightly to flaunt his penis at me. “Take a good look and eat your heart out nobhead. I’m really going to fill your wife’s cunt with this.”
Then he went to work on Marie’s vagina with his tongue and considering it was his first time needed very little instruction, the intensity of her cries testifying to that. Then the pitch of Marie’s cries changed and I wasn’t surprised when Jamister raised his head briefly to say with smirk, “Now I’m fingering your wife’s tight little bum hole, two fingers right up inside it.”
I wasn’t surprised to see, and hear, my wife in the throes of a very wild orgasm soon after. Anal and clitoral stimulation invariably brings her off quickly.
Standing up, evidently highly charged, Jamister said, “Now I’m going to fuck your wife nobhead, watch me drilling her cunt with my big cock.”
Despite the lads obvious contempt I moved to a better position to see as he eased his penis into Marie’s vagina.
“Oh god yes,” she called as it sank inside.
He eased his cock in and out of her, more and more of it disappearing with each thrust, until it was fully embedded.
“There you’ve got it all,” he said, turning to me and adding with a smirk, “The full length of my cock’s up your wife’s cunt.”
With her ankles up near his shoulders Jamister gripped my wife’s thighs as he began to fuck her. Marie gripped the edge of the table, her wailing cries ringing out as he picked up speed. God, he was really giving it to her and my wife was yelling ecstatically as his penis hammered in and out of her. I looked round hoping no one should be drawn to the clearing by the noise.
“What if someone comes?” I asked nervously.
“Hardly anyone uses this path,” he grunted.
“You can always go and keep an eye out for walkers,” Marie added. “But I think you’d rather stay and watch, right?”
“Yes.” My murmured reply brought laughter from the pair of them.
“Well shut up and don’t disturb us again. I’m really enjoying this.” Marie snapped.
“So am I.” Jamister chimed in, resuming his thrusts.
Again my wife’s cries rang out, echoing round the clearing, as the lad fucked her. Eventually Jamister was grunting, his penis thrusts becoming more erratic, until he suddenly gasped, “I’m coming.”
With buttocks jerking spasmodically he emptied his balls deep inside my wife, Marie’s excited cries drowning his grunts and groans.
“What a wanker,” he said to me, coming back down to earth. “To stand by and let another guy screw your wife. You deserve everything you get.”
Contempt was clear in Jamister’s voice and I hung my head until a mischievous Marie said, “Put my husband in his place for interrupting us Jamister.”
“What do you mean?”
“Warm his bum up with a spanking before using your belt on it.” Marie urged.
Jamister laughed and said, “Right, bend over that tree trunk,” indicating a fallen tree near the picnic table.
I looked appealingly at my wife really not wanting the offense of a spanking by the young lad, but she merely snapped, “Come on, trousers and underwear right down and over the tree trunk with you like Jamister said.”
At that I meekly took up the required position and a gleeful Jamister began spanking my bared bottom, encouraged of course by Marie.
“Good, that’s warmed his bum up nicely. Now use your belt and show my pathetic wimp of a husband no mercy.”
There was a decidedly malicious tone to Marie voice. The cool wind was blowing stronger on my bared flesh by this time but I sweated as Jamister laid into my buttocks with his belt, again laughing gleefully.
“Your a wanker, a prick, a nobhead,” he jeered, lashing my buttocks while I remained passively bending over the tree trunk.
I hadn’t been secured in any way so could easily have avoided the humiliating beating, had I really wanted too, a fact which I’m sure didn’t escape him. It certainly didn’t escape Marie who, when I straightened up afterwards, drew Jamister’s attention to my erection saying, “See my wimp hubby likes that sort of thing. Shall we let him relieve himself?”
Jamister looked quizzically at Marie who perched herself on the end of the table again and spreading her legs said, “Here J*** play with yourself while looking at my cunt, a cunt which as just enjoyed Jamister’s lovely big cock.”
He laughed at the eagerness with which I moved into position and began masturbating. Inevitably it didn’t take long and I quickly came in my hand, Jamister saying contemptuously, “Pathetic.” and giving my buttocks another vicious blow with his belt.
Needless to say it was Marie who drove the rest of the way home, my bottom much to sore to concentrate.

Friday, May 25, 2007.
An interesting and potentially rewarding encounter earlier this evening. Late back from a business meeting I took a short cut across country and fancying a quick take to slake my thirst called in at the village pub I’ve used a couple of times before. It was there that I overheard a farmer; who seemed the worse for take surprisingly early in the evening. He was ranting and raving about his ex wife, possibly egged on by one or two friends who had heard it all before, calling her a boring old stick in the mud who was too straight laced to experiment with the various aspects of sex that he’d been keen to try.
“Just a bit of harmless fun,” he grunted.
“Depends whether you call bondage and sadomasochism harmless fun Joe,” one of his listeners, evidently familiar with the farmers predilections said.
A little later when the farmer went out to the toilet, I impulsively did likewise, my mind running feverishly over various possibilities.
I want a regular, long term lover for Marie, to hopefully cure her of her current wanton and promiscuous behaviour.
Fortunately Joe was alone in the loo and after explaining that I couldn’t help but overhear his conversation in the bar asked what sort of things he was into adding, to put him at ease, that my wife and I have had a number of ‘experiences’.
Well the upshot is that Joe, apparently to his ex wife’s disgust, wanted to explore his latent dominant tendencies, using a variety of role playing scenarios which should include bondage, discipline and such like. Quickly, too quickly perhaps, I told Joe a little about some of the things I’ve experienced. About being caned by a guy while another fucked my wife, and the various indignities I’ve been subjected too. I found revealing my submissive tendencies to Joe an highly embarrassing and humiliating experience in itself but one which I found myself revelling in, knowing that at least I need never encounter the guy again if he poured ridicule on me. However Joe’s earlier takesenness seeming to evaporate, he commented that perhaps our predilections complimented one another and we could explore them together.
“Oh yes!” I exclaimed, again to eagerly.
“Tell you what. If the pair of you come to the farm tomorrow I’ve a pigsty that needs mucking out. You can do that, stark bollock naked, while I enjoy myself with your wife. Then I shall take my belt to your bare arse while she watches,” he said, ending with the challenging words, “If you dare come that is.”
Shivers ran up and down my spine and I exclaimed immediately, “We shall be there!”
We were still standing side by side at the urinals, where I hadn’t missed the welcoming fact that Joe is very well endowed indeed.
Joe now turned to me saying, “Prove your submissiveness. Wipe my cock clean with your shirt tail.”
Well I did just that! Pulling the shirt free from the waistband of my trousers I carefully wiped Joe’s penis with it, all the time hoping no one should come in and catch me in such a demeaning act; although part of me also hoped they should. While doing it I also had to listen to Joe’s disparaging remarks about my own puny manhood which remained protruding from my open fly and had become embarrassingly erect.
“Not surprising your wife looks elsewhere for her cock if that’s all you’ve got to offer,” he finished contemptuously.
Joe laugh had a triumphant ring as he pointed out that even erect my penis was but a quarter the size of his own flaccid one.
“Good. Now let’s go back in and you can buy me a pint before pissing off.”
“Certainly. I shall do anything you say,” I heard myself saying, suddenly aware of a need to be totally dominated and humiliated by this guy, who to be honest I was beginning to find rather repulsive.
Back in the bar I duly bought Joe a take, aware of quizzical looks from his friends, and then left, wondering if he’d tell them about our transaction in the loo.
Having put Marie in the picture she’s as keen as I for the new adventure, not least because I described Joe’s penis as one of, if not the biggest, I’ve ever seen.

Part 11

Sunday, June 3, 2007.
Having been instructed by Joe not to return for Marie until evening I might as well use the time to bring my Journal up to date and include a few details about him, as I’m pretty sure now that a long-term association is on the cards. Joe is plainly very pleased with the situation, having fucked my wife very evening last week and keeping her at the farm all weekend.
A well-built muscular guy, Joe at 52 is still exceptionally virile besides being very well endowed. His broad chest is particularly hairy, unlike mine, and the body hair proved an instant turn on for Marie who seems to prefer her lovers hirsute.
I maintained my servile and obsequious demeanour towards Joe throughout the week, submitting meekly to all his orders. He relishes his total control over both of us and certainly, as far as I am concerned, I’m more than happy to go along with his demand for 100% obedience; even to the extent of giving him our address. Joe said he wants to mark his territory by fucking my wife on the marital bed and for once I’m comfortable with the idea, being confident of his discretion.
It also turns him on to hear about Marie’s exploits from her own lips, so more and more of our secrets are coming out. Joe seemed particularly excited to learn that seventy four guys have fucked my wife before him, commenting that he wouldn’t have believed it of her if she hadn’t told him herself.

Monday, June 25, 2007.
Tonight Joe did what he’s been threatening to do, fuck my wife on the marital bed.
When he rang, some forty minutes before we were due at the farm, I guessed his intention even before he gave me my orders.
“Pick me up at seven-thirty and don’t be late,” his voice barked in my ear.
“Very good Sir,” I meekly replied, Joe hanging up without another word.
Pulling up outside Joe’s I saw him already locking up and hastened to open the rear door for him.
“Stop at the post box in the village, I’ve a letter needs posting,” Joe snapped.
“Very good Sir,” I replied and we were off.
When I pulled up at the post box Joe handed me his letter, saying, “Get out and post it. I shall save my energy for fucking your wife.”
His letter duly posted I continued the journey. At our house I again opened the door for him to alight, this time looking about nervously, hoping none of our neighbours should see my servile behaviour.
“Show me the way to your bedroom where I assume Marie shall be waiting, stripped and ready for action. Tonight you’re going to watch me giving it to your wife on your own bed. In future though you shall act as my chauffeur and wait in the car until I’m ready to leave,” Joe informed me.
Marie was of course waiting in the bedroom, naked but for stockings and suspenders.
“Good, your wife’s waiting for me with legs spread, ready for a good fucking,” Joe smirked, whilst undoing his trousers.
“A very nice sight, eh?” he said, as we stood at the foot of the bed staring between Marie’s legs.
My voice sounded hoarse when replying in the affirmative.
“And mine to enjoy. You shall not be going there for a long, long time,” he taunted.
Undressing, Joe asked, “Have you had sex with Marie since we met?”
“No,” I replied, although he knew full well the answer.
“No, and perhaps you shall never have it again because I’m looking forward to a very long adventure with you two. Your wife is an incredible fuck and I’m going to be giving it to her for years while you remain celibate,” Joe taunted me.
“Stop talking and get on with it,” Marie urged impatiently.
Laughing, Joe strolled to the head of the bed where my wife grabbed his penis like a starving man his last meal. He lay besides her grinning at me while Marie played with his genitals. Stroking, kissing, licking and sucking Joe’s penis and balls for perhaps twenty minutes. The guy was in heaven.
“Bet you wish it was your equipment receiving the works,” he taunted.
“God yes,” I blurted, sparking off his laughter.
“But your cock and balls are not worth bothering with, are they?”
“No,” I groaned my agreement.
“Now I’m going to bring your wife to orgasm with my tongue before giving her a good fucking. First though I’m going to tie you up so we don’t have to watch you playing with your pathetic little cock. Fetch a straight backed chair and some of your neckties,” he ordered.
I dutifully fetched the chair and meekly allowed myself to be tied to it, Joe using five of my own neckties. One to bind my wrists together behind the chair, two binding my ankles to the front legs of it, and two more likewise my knees. I felt deliciously helpless as I watched Joe burying his face between my wife’s thighs.
Marie again sucked his penis, at least to begin with, while his tongue did its work on her vagina. All I could see was the top of Joe’s head but when her ecstatic cries started ringing out he raised his face to grin at me. Spreading my wife’s vagina lips with his fingers, Joe taunted, “There, I bet you’d like to bury your cock in this juicy hole wouldn’t you?”
“God yes,” I groaned, my erection lending testimony to the fact.
“Well you’re not going to are you?”
“No Sir.”
“Perhaps even never again,” he taunted. “Certainly not while I’m keeping your wife well satisfied anyway.”
I groaned loudly at the implication and Joe went on, intent on rubbing my face in it still further, “You love to feel my big fat cock up your cunt don’t you Marie and have no interest in hubby’s tiny little thing.”
“Oh yes,” she moaned, “Stop teasing him and give me what I need.”
Joe’s laugh had a triumphant ring to it as he lifted Marie’s legs to push a pillow beneath her bottom.
“I can do anything I like with your wife. Watch this,” he commanded and spreading her buttocks deposited a mouthful of spittle onto Marie’s anus.
After checking that I was still watching Joe began fingering my wife’s anus, first with one finger, then two, and finally three. Judging by her excited cries she loved it.
Using his other hand to stimulate her clitoris, and grinning triumphantly at me all the time, Joe quickly brought my wife to orgasm, the three fingers drilling rapidly in and out of her anus clearly driving her wild.
Heaving himself up Joe flaunted his penis in my face, saying, “Now I’m going to fuck your wife. Just imagine how much I’m going to enjoy it. Afterwards you can go and play with your little cock in the bathroom.”
With that he mounted her.
“Oh yes, yes,” Marie yelled as he began fucking her.
I stared transfixed, almost as though magictised by the sight of Joe’s buttocks rising and falling between my wife’s thighs, her joyous cries ringing out with every thrust of his penis into her. The pounding of bedsprings growing faster and noisier by the second, Marie’s shouts verged on hysteria at the rapidity of Joe’s thrusts. Her wild and wanton yells soon reached a crescendo and I saw his buttocks jerking and contracting.
It was over and a triumphant Joe rolled off and approached me.
“You can’t deny you wife enjoyed that more than anything you could do,” he said complacently, standing legs apart his mighty penis slowly diminishing.
“Oh yes, very much so,” I replied my eyes fixed on Marie’s gaping vagina and the semen flecked, wet and matted looking pubic hair, surrounding it.
“That’s right, enjoy the view,” Joe continued. “I think you shall agree that your useless little cock’s redundant.”
“Oh certainly. I couldn’t compete with yours, or indeed the pleasure you give my wife,” I agreed, willingly humbling myself before him.
Laughing Joe proceeded to wipe his by now flaccid, but very slimy, penis all over my face.
He was untying my wrists when my wife slipped from the bed saying she needed the loo.
“What about you Marie, did you enjoy it?”
“Of course. You don’t need to ask.”
“Then you shall want plenty more of the same?” he queried.
“Oh yes, lots and lots!” my wife exclaimed and kissed Joe gratefully before heading for the bathroom.
I realised that the foregoing conversation was designed purely to rub my face in it, to highlight my inadequacies, when Joe, having untied my wrists but leaving me to deal with the rest said smugly, “You’re a wimp and a worm who’s mine to command. In a few minutes you can drive me home but first I’m going to slipper your bare arse. Touch your toes.”
I took up the required position with alacrity, I need this sort of thing by now, and picking up one of my slippers from beside the bed Joe proceeded to beat my backside with it. Then he dismissed me to the bathroom with a contemptuous wave of his hand. Joe knew what I needed to do.
In the bathroom, actually wallowing in the offense of the act, I masturbated to orgasm within seconds.
“There, that wouldn’t have done Marie much good should it?”
I felt even more humiliated to realise they’d been standing in the doorway watching me, but agreed weakly that he was right.
Dropping Joe back at his farm I rounded off a humiliating evening by thanking him for the pleasure he’d given my wife and for allowing me to watch.

Monday, July 2, 2007.
Again ordered to act as Joe’s chauffeur but this time, after opening the car door for him to alight at our house, I was told to wait in the car until he was ready to leave. An humiliating, not to mention boring experience, just sitting in the car waiting while Joe had sex with my wife. I can’t imagine what the neighbours should have thought had they seen me sitting there.
At least it was only an hour or so before Joe re-emerged still doing his trousers up I saw, hoping nervously that no one else should, as he swaggered towards the car. I quickly alighted to open the car door for Joe and he said smiling, “That was good. Your wife went on top tonight so I could play with her lovely little baloobas while she rode my cock.”
Again I looked about nervously and felt glad when he climbed in without further comment. I remained silent while driving Joe home despite his taunts.

Thursday, August 16, 2007.
Had to play the role of Joe’s chauffeur yet again this evening. Holding the car door open for him to alight at our house I asked him if I could do something, anything, rather than sit in the car waiting.
“Not disputing my authority, are you?” he asked.
“Of course not I wouldn’t dream of it but its highly embarrassing sitting in my car with the neighbours wondering what I’m doing,” I explained.
“Tough.”
My next door neighbour walks his dog in the evenings and several times I’ve seen him looking at me quizzically when passing our drive and seeing me just sitting in my car for no apparent reamister. Explaining this to Joe I begged, even pleaded with him to let me do something else to avoid the embarrassment but he merely laughed, saying that the uncertainty should keep me in edge.
So it was that once again I spent a nervous hour or so sitting in the car, hoping no one should notice, while they enjoyed themselves in the bedroom.

Monday, August 20, 2007.
This evening at Joe’s I was ordered to clean his Land Rover, naked of course, while he and Marie had sex. Later he used me has a footstool, a new innovation, while they relaxed with the coffees I made them. While they sat side by side on the settee, I had to remain on all fours in front of them where Joe, and sometimes Marie rested their feet on my back. I was powerd to maintain the increasingly uncomfortable position for thirty minutes or more, the increasing discomfort arising from the occasional strokes Joe gave my backside with the cane.

Friday, September 21, 2007.
Collected Joe at the appointed time and drove him to our house where, for once, I was allowed inside. In the bedroom I was ordered to strip naked whereupon I was tied up in a kneeling position on the floor, wrists bound to ankles. They then disported themselves on the bed for some thirty or forty minutes, indulging in general foreplay with much oral stimulation.
Joe then stretched out on the bed and Marie mounted him. I found I was holding my breath as I watched my wife lowering herself on to his waiting erection, my gasp probably louder than hers when she was impaled on it.
They enjoyed a long, slow copulation with Marie riding his upward thrusting penis with evident relish. My wife raised herself so high that only the tip of Joe’s penis remained inside her, expertly controlling the movements to prevent it slipping out altogether. I held my breath each time Marie’s buttocks rose, thinking his penis should surely slip from her vagina this time, but no, she sank back down fully impaling herself on Joe’s erection with a happy sigh.
Of course I was erect throughout, despite the ignominious position of being tied up, crouching on the floor at the foot of the bed. Despite the frustration of being unable to masturbate while watching, it was probably one of the most exciting copulations I’ve seen.
“Go for the finish now Marie, ride my cock hard,” Joe suddenly urged, and glancing at the clock I was amazed to see they’d been at it for over half an hour! Incredible.
His hands gripped my wife’s hips then, pulling her down hard onto his upward thrusting penis, and again Marie’s ecstatic cries rang out. With Joe’s hands squeezing and pulling at my wife’s buttocks I found myself staring at her anus, amazed to think that the small puckered orifice could accommodate a big hard penis. But of course it has, many times by now, fifteen guys having had anal intercourse with my wife!
It was over and Marie slumped forward on to her lover, their bodies soaked in sweat, the pair of them breathing heavily. I continued to stare at Joe’s penis while it slowly diminished in size, eventually slipping from my wife’s incredibly wet looking vagina.
A little later I was untied and given the ignominious task of washing Joe’s genitals before driving him home. During the drive Joe commented that it might be a good idea for me to wash his penis on a regular basis.
“Serving me and every other guy who fucks your wife, in that way should keep you in your place,” he added.
Alarm bells ringing, I asked what he meant by ‘other guys’.
“Well I’m a generous sort of chap and it wouldn’t be fair to hog your sexy little wife all to myself.
I thought I might share her with some of the lads and we both know Marie shall be keen, the more the merrier for your slut of a wife,” he replied.
I started telling Joe I wouldn’t be happy with the sort of thing I thought I’d seen the last of with the departure of Tommy from our lives, but he brushed my objections aside.
“By your own admission Marie has been fucked by over seventy guys, although your small cock doesn’t count, and I want to bring up the century. I want your lovely little wife to be penetrated by one hundred cocks of all shapes, sizes and colours.”
Despite the alarm at what Joe might have in store for her I have to admit experiencing a thrill at his words.

Part 12

Saturday, November 10, 2007.
A disturbing development today.
Arriving at the entrance to Joe’s farm I pulled up just inside the gate to strip off as usual. While I undressed Marie slid across into the driver’s seat and impatiently drove off leaving me to walk the quarter mile or so to the farmhouse, something she’s done a few times.
Annoyed, I set out to walk, the bin bag containing my clothes slung over my shoulder. At least it was mild for the time of year but I hurried up the track, fearful as ever that someone might see me. I had covered about half the distance when a car approached from the rear and I was powerd to flatten myself against the hedge as it flew by at speed. I was embarrassed to glimpse a man’s grinning face at the wheel but had no idea who he was.
Approaching the farmhouse I saw the stranger’s car parked outside and feeling very nervous about my nakedness knocked tentatively on the door to ask Joe for his instructions.
“Today I’ve got a different job for you,” the grinning Joe said, on opening the door. “My mister’s paying a quick visit so you can clean his car for him, inside and out.”
So, that was the stranger’s identity. Oh well, better than a local anyway I thought, collecting the car cleaning accoutrements from the barn. However the car was locked and knowing I’d eventually need the keys I knocked diffidently on the door, aware that he doesn’t like to be disturbed.
“What do you want, wimp?” Joe snapped.
I explained apologetically that I needed his mister’s car keys.
“Follow me,” he commanded, leading the way into the lounge.
Picking a pair of grey trousers up from amongst the clothing brownietered about, some of which was Marie’s, Joe went through the pockets to locate the keys.
“My lad’s upstairs giving it to your wife. He hasn’t got long so I’m letting him go first. I shall take a turn later,” Joe grinned, handing me the keys. “Like I say Clive hasn’t got long so you’d better get a move on.”
Feeling disturbed by this unexpected turn of events I washed Clive’s car in double quick time but had barely finished when he came out, Joe walking to the car with him. I was embarrassingly aware of Clive eyeing my nakedness as they approached and cringed when he said, “I see what you mean; this chap must have the smallest dick in existence.”
Father and mister laughed at my discomfort before Joe said, “Now you can see why his missus likes opening her legs for me.”
Without thinking, I automatically held the car door open for Clive.
“See, the wimp knows his place,” Joe commented.
Sliding behind the wheel Clive said, “Now I’ve found out for myself what a good fuck your wife is I shall be back for more.”
They again laughed at my discomfort and then, as Clive started the engine Joe said, “You can sweep the yard while I take a turn with your missus.”
And that’s what I did.
During the journey home it was obvious that Marie had thoroughly enjoyed her experiences with man and mister. I wish I could say the same.

Monday, November 19, 2007.
Like most Monday evenings it’s chauffeur duty tonight.
Arriving at Joe’s I found Clive’s car outside and it quickly became apparent that I was expected to drive the pair of them. I dutifully held the rear doors open for them to climb in, Joe first then round to the other side for Clive. During the journey I was left in no doubt as to their intention, Joe telling his mister, “Marie’s really looking forward to a threesome.”
When I opened the doors for them to alight at our house, Joe said, “Stay in the car, your superfluous to requirements. With two big cocks to play with your wife shall have no use for your little one, not that she ever has.”
They went into the house laughing and I slipped back into the car.
After I’d been sitting there for some time, feeling increasingly bored and self conscious, I realised I needed the loo. It should be pointless trying the front door because Joe always bolts it against my premature entry. So it was that I decided to make my way round to the back garden and relieve myself behind a tree, something I’ve done once or twice before.
Returning, much relieved, I was passing the lounge window when a loud yelp from within caught my attention. Well, as there happened to be a narrow gap in the net curtains I put my eye to it, despite knowing I’d receive a caning from Joe if he spotted me. And it was Joe I saw first, stretched out naked on our settee. My wife, also naked, was bending over the end of the settee and from the close proximity of her lips to Joe’s penis I guessed she’d been sucking it. Marie’s yelp had been caused by Clive at her rear who had plainly just begun fucking her. However as he settled into a steady rhythm, hands gripping my wife’s hips, she resumed her oral activity on Joe’s genitals.
I couldn’t tear myself away from the sight of Clive fucking my wife from the rear while she sucked his man’s penis, Joe playing with Marie’s baloobas as they grinned at one another over her bent form.
It lasted for some time with Clive removing his penis from Marie’s vagina periodically to slap her buttocks with it. He also spread the cheeks, evidently turned on by the sight of my wife’s anus, and at one point I thought he might penetrate her there instead. He didn’t however but suddenly began fucking her frantically, possibly urged on by Joe who I could see speaking.
When it was over Joe picked Marie up to carry her towards the stairs, Clive following.
I was sorry not to see any more but also relieved that they hadn’t spotted me spying on them through the curtain.
Back in the car it was a couple of hours before man and mister emerged from my house and I quickly opened the rear doors for them. This is always the most nerve racking part of Joe’s visits, the thought that a neighbour might pass and wonder what was going on, and tonight was twice as nerve racking.
I drove to the farm with an erection, listening to the men discussing all the things they’d done to my wife, and taunting me about her willingness to do anything they wanted.
“When she needed the loo we both went with her to watch,” Joe told me. “Of course I’ve seen her pissing loads of times but Clive loved seeing the stream of golden rain flowing from your wife’s cunt. In fact he straight way fucked her on the bathroom floor.”

Saturday, November 24, 2007.
I was right about the effect Marie’s anus had on Clive. Today he did indeed have anal intercourse with her, while I was outside washing his car. Joe actually came out to tell, or rather taunt me, about what Clive was doing.

Sunday, December 16, 2007.
Today, Joe ordered me to collect some things he needs for Christmas. His list included holly, and a collection of thin twigs with plenty of leaves, from the woodland adjoining the farm. At least I was allowed to dress; the day though sunny was very cold, before setting out across the fields.
While I collected the sprigs of holly etc., presumably for his Christmas decorations, Joe enjoyed a long sex session with my wife.

Monday, December 24, 2007.
Directly we arrived at Joe’s he ordered us to follow him into the open shed where, unusually, his Land Rover was parked. My initial thought was that he’d parked under cover to avoid frost, although the mildness of the weather made it an unlikely supposition. That idea was quickly dispelled however when Joe opened the rear door of the Land Rover and indicating a yellow rug on the floor told Marie to strip below the waist and lie back on it with her legs sticking out.
Marie did as instructed, with undo haste it seemed to me, and he roughly pulled her legs out a bit further so that her bottom was perched on the very edge of the Land Rover. Next, Joe raised each of my wife’s legs in turn and tied them to hooks on either side of the door. Climbing into the driver’s seat he then tied Marie’s wrists to the headrests. Joining me at the rear of the vehicle Joe invited me to admire his handiwork.
Well it was certainly a very arousing sight to see Marie tied up, practically immobilised, with legs powerd wide apart, her vagina fully exposed to our gaze. She certainly seemed to revel in the helplessness of her position, squealing excitedly when Joe ran his finger down the length of her vagina.
“It’s a long time since your cock’s been in here, bet you’ve got a hard on,” he jeered, laughing when I agreed.
“What do you think happens now?” he asked.
“I assume your going to fuck my wife, Sir.”
“Wrong,” he grinned, “This is George’s Christmas present.”
I failed to comprehend his meaning at first but when, in response to Joe’s shout, the shambling figure of his farmhand appeared the truth began to dawn.
“Here you are George, your Christmas present as promised,” Joe said to him, “Get stuck in.”
He pushed me aside so that George could see Marie’s vagina presented to his gaze.
“Do whatever you want with her mate, this randy bitch has had more pricks than a pin cushion and shan’t object to one more, not that she’s in any position to do so anyway. Meanwhile I shall make sure the wimp here sees everything you do to his wife.”
“Thanks boss,” George muttered, eagerly undoing his grubby looking cord trousers.
Feeling dazed by what was happening I barely heard when Joe said, “George is a bachelor whose cock doesn’t see much action these days.”
Indeed with trousers and rather grubby looking underpants, they were presumably white once, pushed down his thighs George lunged forward, a yelp from my wife indicating she’d been penetrated.
Has we watched the old guys buttocks jerking rapidly back and forth, Joe laughed and called, “That’s it George, give her what for.”
“Did Marie know about this?” I asked tentatively.
“Only that she was having a new cock today but not who it belonged to. But then, just so long as she’s got a cock drilling her cunt your wife doesn’t care who’s on the end of it, slut that she is.”
We continued watching, Marie’s excited cries confirming Joe’s words, until he said, “Right, now touch your toes.”
I obediently took up the position, aware that he was removing his belt, leaving little doubt as to his intentions. Next, and with my wife’s joyous cries ringing out as George fucked her, Joe began beating my buttocks with his belt.
Of course my buttocks have received such treatment many times before but the fact of it happening in front of George added to my sense of shame and offense, as did their laughter.
“Right, let’s get back inside. I’ve a few jobs for you.”
“But you can’t leave Marie tied like that,” I protested, my concern augmented by the frustration of not seeing any more.
I cannot deny that Joe’s earlier words about powering me to watch everything George did to Marie had excited me.
“Why not?” Joe grinned, “George shall be busy for sometime, and who knows perhaps someone else shall come along and give her one. Marie didn’t object to being tied up, despite not knowing what should happen to her, did she?”
“Well no,” I conceded.
“That’s it George, really give it to the bitch,” Joe called as a particularly fierce penis thrust brought a wild yell from my wife.
While I attended to the chores he wanted doing, all the usual things like washing up, dusting and hoovering, Joe told me he had a few surprises lined up for the new year.
“2008 shall see your wife getting fucked by lots of blokes. Marie’s cunt shall be open house for any of my mates who want to use it,” he informed me.
I found Joe’s words highly disturbing; knowing him well enough by now to be under no illusions about his seriousness. I protested that it wasn’t part of our arrangement but he merely laughed and pointed out that both Marie and I were his slaves to do as he wanted with. He nodded towards his photo album, the implied threat sending shivers up and down my spine.
Joe has taunted me before about handing the photos round the pub, the highly intimate pictures depicting my wife in threesome action with him and Clive which I’d been ordered to take myself, and it’s a constant source of concern. For once I regret following his orders.
“Thanks boss, I shall get off now. Merry Christmas,” George shouted through the open door.
“Did you give it to her up the arse like I recommended?”
“Yea, very nice,” George grinned.
Following George’s departure it was another twenty minutes before Joe went to release a very cold and stiff looking Marie from the Land Rover.

Saturday, March 8, 2008.
Following the episode with George on Christmas Eve I find it embarrassing every time I see the guy. Today’s events though shall make my embarrassment even more acute.
As usual I’d stripped naked at the entrance to Joe’s farm and was carrying my clothing in the bin bag when I passed the grinning George leaning on a gate. I felt my face growing hot directly I saw him watching my progress along the rutted track, his triumphant shout about having had my wife doing nothing to lessen it. The sod even followed me to the farmhouse, his taunts about the tiny size of my manhood increasing my discomfort.
Opening the door to my knock Joe bade me enter, which I quickly did keen to escape both the cold and George’s taunts. He doesn’t always let me in and many are the times I’ve stood shivering on the doorstep while he and Marie enjoy themselves within.
Spotting George, Joe called him inside too, much to my annoyance, particularly as my wife was laying naked on the settee plainly having been enjoying Joe’s ministrations while I trudged up the cart track.
“You look cold. Bend over the back of that chair and I shall warm you up a bit,” Joe instructed.
Well I knew what that meant but for once took up the position reluctantly, highly embarrassed by George’s presence, although at that moment he was more interested in Marie who actually parted her legs under his eager gaze.
Anyway my legs were tied to the chair as usual before my wrists were secured likewise to the front. I was helpless, my bottom high in the air, and though it’s a position I’ve grown to relish today was different. Aware of George’s mocking laughter I didn’t really want to suffer the indignity of a beating in front of him and begged Joe to dismiss the guy.
“Oh no, I don’t think so,” Joe said, his hand lightly squeezing my testicles to remind me of my servitude to him.
Next, to my annoyance and deep embarrassment he invited George to carry out the beating of my defenceless buttocks.
“No!” I exclaimed, but my protest only prompted laughter and a further squeeze of my testicles, making me wince.
“Go ahead George, tan the wimps arse while I take his missus upstairs. You can take a turn with her later, if you do a good job”.
With that I heard them leave the room.
Well, with a maliciousness which surprised me, George beat my buttocks unmercifully, taunting me the while about the things Joe might be doing to my wife. Indeed it wasn’t long before Marie’s ecstatic cries from above merged with my own very different sort of cries, yells of pain as George really laid into my buttocks with his belt.
Eventually, his arm tiring I assume as it certainly wouldn’t have been pity at my torment; George stopped the beating and concentrated on taunting me about what was happening upstairs.
“Sounds like your wife is getting well and truly fucked,” he jeered. “Enjoying it too by the racket she’s making.”
I knew from the intensity and wildness of Marie’s lusty yells, after all I’ve heard such cries very many times by now, that George was right.
A little later I heard Joe return, I couldn’t see the door from my position.
“Good show George, you’ve really brought the colour to his cheeks.”
Both men laughed at my discomfort before Joe went on, “Now get yourself upstairs and give it to his missus. She’s waiting for you with open legs.”
“Thanks boss.”
“That’s OK. The hot arsed slut’s like a bitch on heat. She can’t get enough.”
Following George’s departure Joe decided to warm my buttocks up even more with a spanking before untying me.
“Now clear off home. You can collect your wife tomorrow after me and George have finished with her.”
So it is that I’m standing at my desk to write up the Journal, my buttocks far too painful to contemplate sitting. The drive home was ***.

Part 13

Saturday, May 24, 2008.
I’ve developed a hearty dislike of George who, at Joe’s invitation, continues to humiliate and chastise me in front of Marie. To my utter dismay George has now become a regular participant, being invited by Joe to fuck my wife two or three times a week; to help satisfy her needs he says.
However, I have to admit that something about my treatment by the men has a disturbingly exciting affect upon me. It’s troubling that I now seem to need such use, often masturbating in front of the men following, and humiliatingly sometimes during, their use of me!
Today they were both waiting for me when I arrived naked as usual, and cold from my walk up the cart track. Despite the sunny day there was a strong cold wind blowing. With George slapping my buttocks with the cane I was shepherded into the lounge where a half naked Marie reclined on the settee.
Oddly, there was a short ladder leaning against the wall but I soon discovered its purpose. Ordered to stand with my back to it I passively allowed my wrists to be tied to a rung of the ladder above my head, baling twine being used for the purpose. Next, ankles, knees and thighs were all secured to the uprights, thus powering my legs apart. I have to admit to a delicious feeling of helplessness, and was fully erect.
However the feelings quickly turned to alarm when Joe began lightly tapping my testicles with a plastic ruler. He stood to the side ensuring I could see George stripping off beside the settee, on which Marie could be seen eagerly slipping out of her knickers.
“Me and Clive both fucked your wife last night but see how eager she is for some more,” Joe hissed in my ear.
Despite the occasional slaps to my testicles I remained erect at the sight of Marie’s nakedness, which of course provoked more derision from Joe.
“Your wife’s only happy when she’s got a cock inside her, any cock as long as it’s not this tiny little thing,” he jeered, giving my erection a slap with the ruler.
“He’s still got an hard on George. Seeing as how I’ve got the ruler how long do you think it is?”
“Not nearly long enough to be of any use to me,” I heard Marie murmur, to my shame.
“Not much above two inches, I should think,” George speculated.
“Not far out. His cock’s a bit less than two and a half inches fully erect,” Joe told him; laying the ruler alongside my penis.
They roared with laughter at my expense, George flaunting his own penis which was now erect following Marie’s oral stimulation of it.
“Still your cock hasn’t seen the inside of your wife’s cunt for years so it doesn’t really matter does it,” Joe taunted.
My affirmative nod provoked more laughter.
Perhaps the excitement of the situation was getting to George because he was still wearing his tatty looking vest when he mounted Marie. She flung her legs wide and gave vent to the familiar yelp as she was penetrated.
“That’s it; we shall keep your wife’s cunt well oiled while this little thing shrivels up through lack of use,” George hissed in my ear, giving my penis another tap with the cane.
Despite the repeated slaps to penis and balls I remained erect as I watched George fucking my wife. Joe made sure I had a clear view and my eyes were riveted on George’s scrawny backside bobbing up and down between Marie’s thighs.
Later one of my wrists was untied so that I could masturbate while watching Joe’s, rather more muscular backside, doing likewise. Despite George’s contempt I quickly came in my hand.
“I left my spunk deep inside your wife’s cunt,” he jeered.
Later, and to round off a particularly humiliating evening, I was ordered to lick both men’s cocks while Marie went for a shower.
She stayed over as usual, Joe ushering me out with the words, “Back to your cold and empty bed wimp, Marie shall be keeping mine warm tonight.”
He went on to remind me that my wife has been his Madam and plaything for a year now.
“A year of wriggling on the end of my cock while you go without.” he mocked.
With my wife spending practically every weekend at Joe’s I’m aware that Clive, and more recently George, are fucking her regularly but more disturbingly I’m pretty sure other men have also been getting in on the act. Joe drops crude hints to that affect anyway. It’s certainly true that regulars at the pub know my wife is Joe’s Madam. Not that that stops me going in, just the opposite, it seems to add a certain frismister to the offense I’m exposed to each time. These guys, some of who I think may also have had her, know that Joe has fucked my wife literally hundreds of times while I’m not permitted any sort of sexual contact with her.

Saturday, June 21, 2008.
No sign of Marie when I arrived at Joe’s. However, while he and George dragged me to the desk and tied me face down over it, I began to hear her cries emanating from the bedroom. Seeing me cock my head to listen, Joe said, “Guess who’s fucking your wife at the moment.”
“Clive presumably.”
“Wrong, he gave her one last night, same as I did,” Joe grinned.
“Who is it then?” I asked, concerned now.
“Jim,” he told me, mentioning a neighbouring farmer. “He did me a favour when my tractor broke down so the least I can do is give him a few goes with your missus in return. After all, her cunt’s open house for all who want to use it.”
Laughing the men began spanking my buttocks, standing either side of the desk to each beat a cheek.
I’ve seen Jim, a rather fat guy of similar age to Joe, in the pub a few times and know him to be married, so at least he shan’t be inclined to gossip about his extra marital activities.
With Marie’s wild cries reaching a crescendo the men paused to listen.
“You shall need a new bed soon boss, by the sound of it,” George commented.
Certainly the pounding of the bedsprings above our heads seemed even noisier than usual.
“That’s OK; the wimp here can go and buy me one. After all it’s his wife’s bouncing arse that’s wearing it out.”
Later the rotund figure of Jim appeared and after laughing to see me tied over the desk, my bottom glowing, said, “Whose going next?”
“Go on George, take a turn,” Joe told him, his farm hand needing no second bidding.
“You weren’t wrong about this bloke’s missus, she’s an amazing fuck. It felt as if her cunt was sucking at my cock.”
“Well it’s had a lot of practice and with a lot of cocks. You’re free to use it whenever you want. The wimp here shan’t object if he knows what’s good for him and you never know between the four of us we might manage to satisfy the randy bitch,” Joe commented.
“Thanks mate, I’m really looking forward to bum fucking the tart.”
“Me, Clive, George and countless others already have. I think the slut likes a cock up her arse as much as her cunt. You shall enjoy spreading Marie’s soft bum cheeks to slip your cock up her nice tight little arsehole, although it’s probably becoming less tight with all the action it’s getting. In fact I think George’s giving it to her that way now.”
He was right the different pitch and intensity of my wife’s yells was a sure sign she was having anal intercourse with the repugnant George.
Listening to Joe and Jim discussing Marie had been a mentally discomforting experience but now my torment was increased by a sharp, pinching sensation on my foreskin. It proved to be a clothes peg and the men continued attaching others to my testicles and buttocks until I screamed and begged them to stop.
Coming to the other end of the desk, Jim seized a handful of hair to jerk my head up.
“While Joe and George have been keeping you in your place down here I’ve had my cock hard up your wife’s cunt,” he spat in my face.
With his free hand Jim undid his trousers and I cringed, guessing what was coming. Joe took over holding my head still while Jim held his surprisingly fat looking penis beneath my nose. “You can smell where that’s been,” he jeered.
Laughing he rubbed his penis all over my face while Joe held my head rigid. Then I was ordered to lick his balls which I did with some repugnance.
Next Jim flexed the plastic ruler in front of me, saying, “Now I’m going to hit the pegs off one at a time and you shall certainly know about it. Finally I shall give your arse six of the best for good measure.”
He was right, I did know about it! I literally screamed as each peg was knocked away, the men laughing.
“Told you it was fun, a bit of S&M,” Joe commented
Next, Jim thrashed my buttocks with the cane and I’m sure my ***d flesh received more than the six he’d threatened. While the beating was taking place Joe added to my torment by sneering, “Your wife’s mine to use as I see fit and the four of us shall be fucking her senseless during the summer, although it shall probably take more than us to give the slut what she needs.”
Released from the desk I straightened up painfully.
“Fetch your car and drive Jim home. It’s the least you can do in return for the effort he’s put in with your wife and you.”
The men laughed but as I reached for my clothing Joe snapped, “No, you shall stay naked to fetch the car and chauffeur Jim home.”
Having left the car at the entrance as I’m ordered to do nowadays when alone, I set out on the walk to fetch it, a blow from the ruler sending me on the way. Surely he wouldn’t expect me to drive the car naked on public roads, I speculated as I set out.
Indeed he did but fortunately it isn’t far and I don’t think anyone saw me.
When I returned to the farmhouse it was to find George alone in the lounge.
“I don’t need to tell you what Joe’s doing,” he commented.
Again I could hear my wife’s lusty cries ringing out amidst the increasingly noisy bedsprings.
“Joe said to tell you his Land Rover shall need cleaning when you come back to pick your missus up tomorrow. You can toddle off home now but take this with you and see to it.”
George handed me a sheet of writing paper with specifications for a new, king size, double bed with wrought iron framework. “Joe said get the bed bought and delivered as soon as possible, otherwise we might all have to come and fuck Marie in your bed, and you wouldn’t want that should you.”

Sunday, June 22, 2008.
Went to the retail park in the morning and managed to buy a bed which I hope shall satisfy Joe’s requirements.