Women watching men fight

Saturday, July 26, 2008.
Marie’s wanton behaviour this afternoon certainly underlines her increasingly prurient interest in all things sexual and her willingness, nay eagerness, to go along with whatever Joe demands of her. However, I found the episode both sordid and shocking; although I ought not to be surprised at anything my wife does by this time. When it was over Marie was radiant, with no sign of the shame and disgust with herself which I thought she ought to be feeling.
Now to try and write up the shocking experiences, including of course my own offense.
When Joe said we were taking a walk in the woods bordering his farm I knew from Marie’s barely suppressed excitement that he had something special planned, although I remained in the dark.
I of course remained naked as we set out from the farmhouse. I assume Joe likes to keep me unclothed to highlight my subservience to him. Whatever the reamister I found it a nerve-racking experience to be trailing along behind them across the fields, stark naked and with the possibility of being seen.
Joe held my wife’s hand as they walked in front, Marie looking very sexy in a short black skirt and red top beneath which she was braless. Beneath her skirt she wore black stockings and, as I soon discovered, red and black lacy knickers.
Entering the wood Joe led us along a faint path through the trees until we approached a bit of a clearing. Seeing glimpses of coloured clothing and hearing voices ahead I stopped abruptly, pointing out to Joe that there were other people in the wood.
“Of course there are,” he said with a grin. “They’re waiting for us.”
With that he seized my wrist to drag me into the clearing where a group of guys whooped with laughter at my nakedness.
“Here he is lads, the guy with the smallest cock in the land. Tie him to the tree like we said.”
Some of the lads manhandled me to a tree and despite my protestations secured me to it, my wrists being tied together behind the trunk.
It was only then that I was fully able to take in what was happening. I counted six young guys, all in their early to mid twenties, amongst who my wife was being passed around exchanging kisses.
“Apparently this shall be your wife’s second gang bang,” Joe’s voice hissed in my ear. “But it’s certainly not going to be her last. These rampant young lads are going to fuck Marie repeatedly and you shan’t even be able to play with your little cock while you watch.”
Joe’s words caused me to struggle against the bonds holding me to the tree but all I succeeded in doing was exacerbate my already sore buttocks, still painful from last nights caning.
“See how eager she is,” Joe teased.
Indeed, by this time Marie was holding an erect penis in each hand while allowing the guys to lower her top exposing her baloobas to eyes and hands.
It was a blond guy, wearing a blue T-shirt but nothing else, who lifted my wife’s skirt to yank her knickers down. Willing hands removed them from Marie’s ankles while the blonde guy thrust his hand between her thighs.
“Nice juicy cunt,” he muttered.
“Of course it is she wants cock. Give it to her,” Joe commented, adding, “Throw her drawers over here.”
Someone threw my wife’s knickers to him and Joe powerd them into my mouth saying, “That should keep the wimp quiet.”
From his earlier comment I knew Marie must have told Joe about our experiences in the barn, nearly two years ago now, which I suppose gave him ideas about the gag.
The guys laughed and led Marie closer, where a rug was then spread out on the ground. When she was lowered onto it with both skirt and top bunched around her waist Marie spread her legs wide in eager anticipation.
It was the blonde lad who mounted her and when my wife’s happy cry rang out on being penetrated, Joe hissed in my ear. “The first cock of the day. All six lads are now going to fuck your randy wife one after the other, but that shall just be the start. Over the next few hours they’re going to fuck her every which way and your going to watch every minute of it. You shan’t even be able to wank your little cock,” he ended with a jeer.
Well, he was right. On the rug at my feet Marie was taken by the six lads in quick succession, none lasting very long.
“See, she’s loving every minute of it,” Joe said and I could only nod my agreement.
Indeed, with a penis in each hand Marie was yelling ecstatically as a guy, dark-haired and in just a white vest, fucked her vigorously.
It was over, at least the preliminaries as Joe called them, were and a radiant looking Marie remained lying on the rug while the guys chatted and laughed about what they’d done. After a few minutes she slipped her skirt and top off signalling her readiness to continue.
“On your hands and knees then bitch, some of us are going to give it to you doggy style,” the blonde guy said.
“See how keen your wife is for more,” Joe taunted, seeing the eager way she adopted the position, which is after all one of her favourites.
My wife’s wild and excited cry when the blonde guy’s penis drove into her for the second time more than confirmed what we could see.
Joe laughed and said, “Next time I shall have to arrange a few more. It doesn’t look as if six cocks are enough for your slut of a wife. As we both know Marie’s cunt is open house for anybody who wants to use it, yourself excepted of course.”
A number of them joined in the laughter when, pointing at my erection, he jeered, “Look lads, the redundant cock.”
Gripping her hips the blonde guy fucked my wife steadily and with less urgency this time. The others stood round watching, most with erections in hand, as they waited their turn.
“I think when they’ve done you shall have to kiss all the lads cocks and thank them for a job well done, don’t you?” Joe hissed in my ear.
I shook my head desperate to avoid such a humiliating and demeaning act but he just laughed and said, “You’ve got no choice in the matter, any hint of refusal and I shall get the lads to piss on you as well.”
That sobered me up and I nodded my head resignedly.
Another loud cry from Marie drew my attention back to the action in front of me where I saw a guy in yellow top now fucking her.
And so it went on until all six had taken a second turn, after which Marie rolled onto her back rubbing what must have been sore knees. She’d been in the position for ages. However, her hot and sweaty body glowed and she looked ecstatic, almost triumphant to have been fucked twelve times with barely a break in the action.
Joe untied my wrists from the tree and powerd me to my knees. I thought for an awful moment he was going to carry out his threat of the lads urinating on me, but thankfully it was additional taunting that he had in mind.
“There, take a good look at your wife’s well used cunt.”
With Marie remaining on her back, legs wide apart, I stared between them. It was an incredible sight. My wife’s vagina gaped open lewdly following the pounding it had been given. It was soaked and slimy with love juice, her pubic hair matted.
It’s shameful to admit but my hand automatically strayed to my erection until Joe’s laugh prompted me to snatch it away.
“Go on then, have a wank,” he jeered.
Almost with a shall of its own the hand returned to my erection and despite the offense of an audience, I masturbated frantically.
“That’s it, play with your little cock while looking at the cunt that’s been closed to you for years but which is always open for me and my mates,” Joe taunted.
I quickly came in my hand, the contemptuous and jeering laughter of the surrounding guys making me want to sink into the ground with embarrassment.
It didn’t end there though. Almost before I realised what was happening the guy in black T-shirt had mounted my wife. While he began fucking her two others were kneeling either side of her head and although being on my knees inevitably restricted the view, humping buttocks getting in the way, I assumed she was licking and sucking their cocks.
Eventually both guys at her head also fucked my wife, making it fifteen times in all, as Joe enjoyed reminding me.
Next came the final ordeal when I was powerd to thank the guys for their efforts and kiss all six cocks in gratitude.
Meanwhile Marie remained lying on the rug, her stockings in shreds, looking weary but well pleased with herself. Indeed her exuberance later as she thanked Joe for arranging such an exciting scene, shocked me.
“Do you want more of the same then?” he asked, watching me with a smile on his face that broadened when she my wife exclaimed, “Oh yes please!”
Leaving me to carry the sweat and semen stained rug they headed back to the farmhouse where I was ordered to hand wash it.

Part 14

Saturday, August 23, 2008.
Arriving at Joe’s I was dismayed to see the ladder propped against a wall of his lounge, the way it had been three months ago. I haven’t forgotten what happened then! I also saw clothes pegs on the desk next to which stood a grinning Jim.
I haven’t met him since the first ‘pegs’ incident but am aware from Joe’s taunts that the fat man has fucked my wife, both vaginally and anally a number of times since then.
Despite a sense of foreboding I pacify allowed myself to be secured to the ladder, wrists attached to a rung above my head, legs tied firmly apart as before. Perhaps inevitably it was the loathsome Jim who began attaching the pegs, starting with my nipples this time, while to my dismay Joe took photos. The pain increased proportionately to the number of pegs being attached to my body.
Pausing in his photography Joe fixed a gag in my mouth to stifle the cries, my testicles feeling on fire by this time with the cluster of pegs which Jim gleefully attached to them, a couple pinning my foreskin for good measure.
If that wasn’t bad enough he then took up the plastic ruler to hit the pegs from my body very slowly, thus drawing out the agony of anticipation, while continuously taunting me.
I’ve known for some time that Joe takes photos of my wife, both alone and in action with either Clive or George. He also as a collection of photographs of himself in action with Marie, taken using a tripod and timer, but this is the first time he’s turned the camera on me.
Released from the ladder I literally fell to my knees on the carpet, bathed in sweat. It was only then that I noticed my wife’s absence and felt relieved that she’d left the room and hadn’t witnessed my torment. However it was unusually quiet above, admittedly the new bed is quieter than the old and wondering where she’d gone I tentatively asked Joe.
“Marie’s enjoying herself. I shall show you,” Joe smiled.
Taking me by the ear he pulled me upright and across to the window, Jim encouraging my progress with strokes of the ruler across my buttocks. The window overlooks the stretch of lawn which passes for Joe’s garden, a lawn I’ve been ordered to cut many times.
Marie was laying on a recliner wearing nothing but a short skirt. There were three men clustered around my wife, none of whom I recognised. Two of the men were running their hands up and down Marie’s thighs while the third played with her baloobas.
Seeing my astonished expression Joe said, “These guys are old mates of mine who turned up out of the blue from Scotland so I’ve given them your wife to play with. As long as she’s got a cock inside her Marie doesn’t care who it belongs to, just so long as it’s not your shrivelled up little thing. Your wife’s already been fucked by me and Jim today but she still wants more as you can see.”
Indeed Marie was now sucking on a guy’s penis while down below the other two were fingering her vagina simultaneously!
“Your wife’s knickers were off within seconds of being introduced to the guys. She took them off herself,” he taunted. “It’s the more the merrier with the hot arsed bitch, as you see.”
Marie certainly looked to be in her element, with a penis now in her mouth and two more in her hands.
“Right you’ve seen enough. While the guys take turns with your missus we shall have some more fun with you. Let’s get the wimp up on the desk Jim.”
There was no point in resistance as they lifted me on to the desk and tied me down to it. On my back with legs powerd apart, I experienced a delicious feeling of helplessness while wondering what they had in store. However my feelings quickly turned to ones of dismay when Jim again began attaching pegs to my testicles. Joe lowered trousers and underpants to rub his penis across my face.
“You can probably still smell your wife’s cunt on my cock as it’s a regular visitor there. I’ve fucked her hundreds of times,” he jeered.
With Jim continuing to torment my testicles with the pegs I was ordered to lick Joe’s balls and then his penis, finally taking it into my mouth. By this time we could hear Marie’s excited cries mingled with shouts from the men.
“That’s it wimp, suck my cock while the lads outside give it to your missus. Three more cocks to add to her tally.”
At times Joe seems decidedly malicious in his dealings with me and today was one of those days.
“Whack the pegs off nice and slow Jim, then put ‘em back on again.”
My yelp on the first peg being hit from my testicles was stifled by Joe’s penis in my mouth.
“When the lads have finished with Marie you shall of course lick all three cocks clean, your role in life these days,” he hissed, before removing his own from my mouth to enjoy the yells of pain I uttered as each peg was hit from my testicles.
When the last one had gone however, Jim simply reattached them and it seemed to me that he put more on this time.
With Joe now at the window giving a running commentary about his friends taking turns to fuck my wife Jim again hit the pegs off, this time with even longer pauses between each one, really building up the tension. I was in agony, both mentally and physically, but also knew deep inside that I loved it; as did my tormentors because I sported an erection throughout their use of me.
It was while I was being released from the desk that the three guys came in from the garden.
“You’re the only one with a hard on. The rest of us relieved ours in your wife’s cunt,” Joe taunted, provoking their laughter.
Next came my final indignity when I was ordered not only to lick, but also suck, each of his friend’s cocks. I then had to thank them, which I found myself doing profusely, for the pleasure they’d given my wife. Perhaps inevitably Jim decided to get in on the act at this point and I was ordered to lick and suck his balls.
Finally I was sent home alone, Marie of course staying the night at Joe’s, as were his three friends. I was left in no doubt that they should be having a lot more fun with her in my absence.

Part 15

Saturday, November 1, 2008.
Marie stayed at Joe’s overnight. She’s rarely home at weekends these days, and as I use a secondary bedroom anyway, I’m used to relaxing alone. Slept little last night however, my mind dwelling on Joe’s words. What does he have in mind for the weekend?
I’ve been ordered to return to the pub early this afternoon where there shall be work for me to do, mostly the cleaning up.

Later
Marie was behind the bar when I arrived, with the same expectant air about her as yesterday. The village pub closes for a couple of hours in the afternoon at weekends but when Joe sent me to lock the doors there where still a few customers left, all of them strangers as far as I could tell.
On my return I noticed Marie’s absence and soon some of the remaining customers departed, but through to the living quarters rather than the exit. Joe told me to continue cleaning up before he too disappeared, taking the remaining three guys with him.
Well, I soon began to hear a lot of noise emanating from the back room, chief amongst it being my wife’s shrieks and laughter, so had an intimation of what might be happening. What I couldn’t work out though was how many guys might be involved. It was when Joe reappeared and, grinning broadly, told me to leave my chores for the time being and follow him, that I found out.
He led me to a rear bedroom and the first thing I saw was Marie stretched out naked on the bed. Naked guys clustered round the bed but a gap had been left at the foot of it, presumably on Joe’s instructions, so that I could see what they were doing. And what I saw was an incredible number of hands on my wife’s body. There were seven hands; I actually counted them, on Marie’s upper thighs with many fingers probing her vagina and anus. My eyes travelling upwards I saw she was sucking one penis while holding two more, seemingly a favourite occupation these days, while hands groped her baloobas.
“These are old mates of mine,” Joe informed me. “I invited them over to enjoy a gang bang with your wife. This is what the slut loves, being the centre of attention with loads of guys lusting after her body. Look at her revelling in it.”
Marie was lying there, legs flung wide and now with three guys fingering her vagina simultaneously, eagerly sucking the variety of cocks that were presented to her lips.
“Very soon now, by the look of it, your going to watch the eight of them fuck your wife in succession just like the other six did last night, only about fifteen hours ago to be precise. See how she loves playing with all those cocks.”
True enough Marie’s excitement was plain to see. Indeed one of the guys mounting her at that moment and driving his penis deep inside, elicited the cry, “Oh god yes, yes, do it to me hard and fast, all of you!”
Well, they did just that. Directly one had finished another took his place and Marie’s highly charged and excited state was undeniable as guy after guy fucked her. Indeed, as Joe was quick to point out, she was plainly disappointed when the eighth had finished!
“The slut still wants more and she’s going to get plenty,” he hissed. “We shall leave them to it now.”
When the pub reopened the guys were still upstairs with Marie, and remained so for a considerable time.
Soon after the last of Joe’s friends departed, there being a bit of a lull in the bar, Joe again told me to follow him upstairs. We found Marie stretched out on the bed, eyes closed, a blissful expression on her face despite the many marks and bruises on her body.
“How many times have you been fucked Marie?” Joe asked, pushing me to the foot of the bed.
“No idea, I lost count,” she murmured complacently.
Joe laughed and said, “Take a good look at your wife’s well used cunt. See how my mates have opened it up. I expect they gave it to her up the arse as well.”
Lifting Marie’s legs and spreading her buttocks Joe said triumphantly, “Yea, more than one cock’s been up this little hole I think. How many bum fucked you Marie?”
“Four.” she murmured.
Highly charged himself now Joe swiftly rolled her over and began spanking my wife’s bottom, but as usual with considerably less power than he does mine.
“You’ve been a naughty girl,” he grunted, Marie squirming and giggling as he spanked her.
I found myself automatically masturbating while watching, not even being aware of freeing my erection!

Sunday, November 2, 2008.
I had hoped that the landlord and his wife’s return this morning should signal the end of a sordid weekend. Instead the action simply transferred to Joe’s place.
The guys started arriving early afternoon and by three pm there were ten of them assemred.
From my point of view it was even more humiliating than the episodes at the pub because of course I was naked and had to face the laughter and jeers of each new arrival, Joe inevitably drawing attention to my manhood.
“Did you ever see such a shrivelled up little cock,” he commented to the last arrival, provoking the expected derision.
“Now everyone’s here we can get started. I promised you double figures today Marie, are you looking forward to it?”
“Oh god yes!” My wife exclaimed her face flushed with excitement.
“Right, first we shall tie hubby to the ladder,” Joe said.
Of course I’d been expecting it since seeing the ladder in place against the wall on my arrival but nevertheless still protested when he told me to stand against it.
“What, questioning my authority. Grab the wimp and tie him to the ladder lads, facing it to start with. Then two or three of you take your belts to his arse and teach the pathetic sod his place.”
Struggling was futile as willing hands bound me to the ladder as instructed. Annoyingly, not to mention very painfully, a surprising number of Joe’s friends seemed eager to join in my chastisement. I think five or six of the guys used their belts on my buttocks, at least two at a time, before I was released. My freedom didn’t last long though; I was merely retied, this time with my back to the ladder.
“Look lads he’s got a hard on,” Joe said, whacking my penis with the cane to make me howl.
By this time however the guys were more interested in my wife who had been stripped naked while my beating was taking place. Marie knelt on the floor surrounded by guys all eager to present theirs erections to her lips.
“Now then lads, let’s have some order. Stand in a line and the slut shall move along sucking your cocks in turn. You’d like that wouldn’t you Marie?”
“Oh yes,” her excited response was almost lost in the hubbub and laughter of the men forming a line.
Despite the evident impatience displayed by some of the guys my wife was in no hurry, plainly relishing a unique situation, as she moved slowly along the line.
“Long time since you’ve enjoyed this sort of thing, eh,” Joe taunted, standing beside me and evidently enjoying the spectacle.
Marie certainly gave each guy the full works, licking and kissing cocks and balls with obvious relish. She was incredibly fired up by the situation, so much so that when one of the guys, highly excited himself by the work of her mouth on his genitals, turned and urged her to lick his anus Marie did just that! I could only watch in horror as my wife palmed the guy’s buttocks to run her tongue up and down the crevice between them.
“Your wife’s putty in our hands, the sluts ours to do as we want with,” one of the guys taunted.
“He’s right there. Marie’s a whore but in reverse. I bet she’d gladly pay the guys for their services,” Joe hissed in my ear.
I was barely aware of his words, totally shocked by the sight of my wife ardently licking the guy’s anus.
Perhaps not surprisingly others wanted the same treatment and by the time she’d been picked up and stretched out on Joe’s desk Marie had repeated the process with another four guys!
I hardly needed Joe to tell me Marie was in her element, stretched out across the desk holding a cock in each hand, sucking on a third and with a fourth guy fucking her. But of course he did anyway. It was obvious that the sheer volume of men, vying to present their cocks to mouth or hands while waiting their turn to fuck her, made my wife feel the centre of attraction.
None of the guys lasted long but as each fresh penis drove into her, Marie’s ecstatic shout rang out. She knew they’d want more. My wife must have been keeping count this time because there was an exultant tone to her yell when the tenth penis entered her.
“She’d gladly take another ten,” Joe hissed in my ear as we listened to Marie’s ecstatic cries ringing out while the guy fucked her vigorously.
By the time it was over Joe had released me from the ladder. Taking me by the ear he dragged me to the desk where I was powerd to my knees.
“There, take a good look at your wife’s cunt now that ten cocks have given it a good pummelling.”
I stared between Marie’s wide spread legs while she remained stretched out across the desk, evidently basking in the afterglow. There were fresh bruises on her inner thighs, thighs wet with semen, but I was chiefly struck by how my wife’s vagina lips gaped open following the activity of the guys.
Hands, not Joe’s, suddenly grabbed my head to push my face between Marie’s thighs. My lips were in contact with her vagina, the first time in years, and when a voice urged me to lick it clean I did so almost eagerly. However the laughter as I licked copious amounts of semen from my wife’s vagina served as a reminder of the offense involved, particularly as whacks to my buttocks ensured that I really had no choice but to swallow.
Eventually Joe pulled me to my feet and ordered me outside to clean all the guys’ vehicles for them.
“There’s no hurry,” he added. “The guys are going to take your missus upstairs and continue the fun. That’s what you want, right Marie?”
“Oh yes, yes!” she cried excitedly, practically running towards the stairs, the guys laughing at her eagerness.
“She’s like a bitch on heat,” someone remarked.
Outside I surveyed the cars with dismay, two of them were particularly filthy, the third not too bad. I decided to clean that one first. It had been a showery day but fortunately not too cold; as a matter of course I had to remain naked while car cleaning.
While toiling away on the cars I frequently saw grinning faces at the bedroom window looking down at me. I could also clearly hear, despite the closed window, my wife’s wild shrieks and excited cries, her joyous yells and exultant shouts while the ten guys did as they wanted with her.
I was on the third car, sweating from my labours despite it being November, when Joe strolled out to see how I was getting on.
“Good nearly finished,” he said. “Thought I’d let you know that Andy’s just giving it to your wife up the arse, he’s the sixth to bum fuck the randy bitch.”
He strolled back to the house laughing at the obvious discomfort his words caused me.
I was just clearing up after finishing the third and final car when the guys came out, my nakedness and servility evoking their ridicule. Perhaps there was a certain inevitability about it as I was powerd over the bonnet of the car I’d just cleaned and most, if not all, of the guys took a turn at spanking my already ***d buttocks, my screams even bringing Joe and Marie to the upstairs window. There was no sympathy to be found there though, the pair of them merely laughing at my plight while clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008.
We always finish work at lunchtime on Christmas Eve and Joe had ordered us to be at his place as early as possible. It was clear from Marie’s barely suppressed excitement when I collected her from home that she was expecting something special. My wife wore a navy blue dress that was so short it barely covered her stocking tops, and I was thankful that none of our neighbours saw her. The dress, one I’ve never seen before, was also very low cut, only just covering her nipples. In fact it’s fair to say my wife looked the slut she has undoubtedly become. Inevitably I became erect directly I saw her.
“Triple penetration today Marie, are you still up for it?” Joe asked, ushering us inside.
“Oh god, yes!” she exclaimed excitedly.
Initially I didn’t understand what Joe meant but when he introduced us to the three guys, who of course erupted with laughter at my nakedness, I began to get the picture.
“That’s right,” Joe told me, realising the truth had dawned. “Three big cocks to penetrate your wife simultaneously. She’s been waiting weeks for this.”
The implication behind his words sent a shiver down my spine and for once I actually hoped I’d be sent out to wash a car or something, anything rather than have to witness Marie taking part in such a sordid act.
Joe of course intended me to see everything, hissing in my ear, “Tonight you’re going to witness your wife’s total depravity with cocks in her mouth, cunt and arsehole at the same time. Afterwards, you shall not only thank the guys for their efforts but pay them ten pounds each for their travelling expenses.”
Ben, Terry, and John, who were late twenties or early thirties, jumped to their feet eagerly when Joe said, “Right oh lads, get her baloobas out. Shouldn’t be difficult, they’re hardly contained by that sluttish dress.”
With a whoop John plunged both hands down the front of my wife’s dress to scoop her baloobas out before moving aside for his friends to see.
“Small baloobas,” Terry commented, taking one of them in his hand.
“Small but beautiful, the perfect size,” Ben said taking the other.
Marie was plainly in heaven as she stood there with two guys licking and sucking her nipples. The ever impatient Joe lifted the hem of my wife’s dress the short distance needed to expose her jet black pubic curls to the leering John who exclaimed, “No knickers!”
“Told you the slut wouldn’t be wearing any, she’s too eager to feel a cock inside her.”
There was a squeal of delight from Marie when John’s hand delved between her thighs.
I could hardly see my wife, surrounded as she was by the three guys eagerly exploring her body, but hearing her excited cries and moans knew she was in her element. Joe laughed when her dress was suddenly thrown clear and hissed in my ear, “Bet the randy bitch took it off herself as she hasn’t yet got any cocks to play with.”
John was about to rectify that though and tore his clothes off in double quick time. Through the gap which opened up momentarily I could see Ben and Terry fingering Marie simultaneously, Ben continuing to tease a nipple with his tongue. However, directly she saw John’s erection my wife dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth.
The other two then stripped off, Joe pulling me to the side so that we had a very clear view of Marie licking and sucking John’s genitals, penis first then his balls. Directly the naked Ben appeared Marie turned her attention to him, repeating the treatment she’d given John, whose balls she now held in her cupped hand.
“Your wife’s in her element,” Joe commented, as if in confirmation of my own thoughts, when she turned her attention on Terry.
Again Marie was barely visible but I knew she was sucking a penis while playing with the other two.
Suddenly she was flat on the floor, face down on a quilt.
“Ah, here we go,” Joe said, as spreading my wife’s buttocks John dribred spittle down on to the crevice between them.
While he continued to hold the cheeks apart Ben drove his thumb into Marie’s anus. I watched in awe as he fingered her vagina with one hand while his thumb of the other drove slowly in and out of her anus. Terry meanwhile stretched out in front of Marie, thighs either side of her head, and she sucked greedily on his penis, seeming oblivious of the fingers and thumbs driving in and out of anus and vagina. Joe again made sure I was in the best place to see John and Ben excitedly fingering my wife, both now fingering her anus.
“Opening it up ready for a cock,” he commented.
Terry then stretched out on the settee and Marie was lifted onto his waiting erection.
“Oh yes, lovely!” she exclaimed when they lowered her and she was fully impaled on his penis.
Ben moved to the end of the settee so she could take his penis into her mouth. John meanwhile coated Marie’s anus with lubricant before tossing the tube to me. Joe laughed and said “He wants you to lubricate his cock ready to drill your wife’s arsehole.”
So it was that I had the ignominious task of thoroughly coating John’s penis with lubricant. And as if that wasn’t humiliating enough, John said “Now guide my cock into your wife’s anus while I hold her bum cheeks apart.”
With burning cheeks and shaking hands I did so, aware of the grinning Joe watching. John’s penis slipped deep inside Marie’s anus with remarkable ease, all the lubricant I suppose, and I found myself watching the twin movements of the cocks with incredulity. With John’s penis powerfully drilling in and out of my wife’s anus, the movements of Terry’s in her vagina seemed somewhat hampered. Marie’s initial yelps quickly disappeared when she eagerly took the third penis into her mouth again.
It was an unbelievable, shocking and disturbing sight to watch my wife being fucked by the three guys simultaneously but I couldn’t take my eyes off the sordid spectacle and was hardly aware of Joe taking photos.
It was John who came first, buttocks jerking, penis buried to the hilt in my wife’s anus. I watched awestruck as he withdrew, Joe moving quickly to photograph Marie’s gaping anus.
She was now able to ride Terry’s thrusting penis with abandon but continued sucking on Ben’s while she did so.
A little later Joe told me to fetch a bowl of warm water and wash John’s penis.
“Make sure you wash my cock thoroughly because you shall be finishing off with your tongue,” John himself added.
The men laughed at my expression of repugnance as I carried out the ignominious job of washing John’s genitals. Next, and without being told, I licked his penis and balls.
“See, the wimp knows his place,” Joe commented.
Laughing, John moved away but my offense was far from over. Taking up his position in front of me Terry said “Now you can lick my cock, fresh from your wife’s cunt.”
I did so but with greater reluctance than usual due to my offense being photographed by Joe. While licking the glans of John’s penis I heard the familiar excited cry from Marie and knew she was being fucked again. I couldn’t see but surmised correctly that it should be Ben.
“Kiss my balls then you can watch your wife getting it again,” Terry instructed.
When I’d done so he moved aside so and I saw Joe and John holding Marie’s ankles wide apart and high in the air, with Ben’s buttocks hammering up and down at a rapid rate between her thighs.
“He’s really giving it to your missis,” Terry taunted me as her excited yells rang out.
It’s necessary to stand while bringing my Journal up to date and the next section of the story shall explain why.
We were in Joe’s bedroom where a sort of upside down v-shaped wooden frame had been erected facing the foot of the bed. I allowed myself; I had little choice, to be tied to the frame. I was facing the bed where Marie lay flanked by Terry and John, holding a cock in each hand. Both men fingered her while each sucking a nipple.
Once I’d been tied securely in place Marie straddled John, his penis sliding with ease inside her well lubricated vagina; well lubricated by the semen of the two that had already been there. Next, Terry crouched at her rear, momentarily blocking the view.
“While you watch the two guys fucking your wife, John using her cunt and Terry her bum hole, me and Ben are going to thrash your buttocks with our belts,” Joe told me.
“I doubt he shall want to sit down for Christmas dinner by

“I doubt he shall want to sit down for Christmas dinner by the time we’ve finished with his arse,” Ben added, both men laughing.

Part 16

Sunday, April 5, 2009.
If what Joe says is true, today’s events could have catastrophic consequences. Hopefully his words are a bluff designed to get under my skin; only time shall tell.
Two fields separate Joe’s farmhouse from the wood and Marie and I were expected to walk across them naked. My wife had been ordered to strip and leave her clothes at the house, mine of course being in the boot of the car as usual. At least Marie walked unencumbered, unlike me. I had to carry a bag containing baling twine and, for some inexplicable reamister, leather gauntlets. Fortunately, despite the early morning frost, it was a mild and sunny day.
At that point I had no idea what Joe had in mind, although I’m pretty sure Marie did because there was that air of barely suppressed excitement about her which I’ve come to recognise as a precursor to something out of the ordinary happening. I have to admit that the uncertainty added a certain frismister to my own excited state and I followed them across the fields fully erect as I eyed Marie’s bottom, swaying sensuously as she walked, and with Joe’s hand squeezing it from time to time.
However I still felt nervous despite the remote location of Joe’s farm; there’s always the chance of hikers, or trespassers as Joe calls them, seeing us and before setting out I had remonstrated to him about being seen.
“Once they’ve had a good laugh at your little cock they shall take no further interest in you. As for your wife, over a hundred guys have fucked her so Marie’s bodily charms are hardly a secret are they,” he replied.
Eventually we reached the shelter of the woods and I thankfully slipped inside, now hopefully safe from prying eyes.
“This shall do,” Joe said, stopping beside a tree.
Marie, now flushed with excitement, leaned back against the trunk and taking baling twine from the bag Joe tied her to it. Marie’s wrists were tied together behind the trunk before her ankles were also secured.
Taking my wife’s baloobas in his hands, Joe said, “Your completely helpless and at my mercy now. Does it excite you?”
Marie’s voice sounded hoarse when she replied in the affirmative. Naturally I remained fully erect as I watched Joe sucking my wife’s nipples, having powerd one hand roughly between her thighs.
“Your cunts sopping, you’re really up for this aren’t you?”
Marie nodded and he laughed before saying, “I’d better do something with the wimp first.”
I then found out what the leather gauntlets were for. Pulling one of them on Joe seized a handful of stinging nettles before ordering me to touch my toes. There was no question of refusal despite a suspicion of what he had in mind. Laughing, Joe began stroking my buttocks with the nettles. I gasped and then groaned, my flesh stinging, while the nettles were passed back and forth. However I did nothing to prevent the torment, Joe taunting me that I was putty in his hands.
I was then ordered to back up against a tree facing the one Marie was tied to, and from where she’d observed my torment with her usual amusement. My wrists were then tied together behind the tree trunk. Next, my ankles were secured in a similar way, also behind the tree, so that my body sagged in a very uncomfortable manner. However, I revelled in my helplessness as Marie plainly did hers.
What happened next though was nearly a shock too far. Taking up the nettles Joe began stroking my penis and testicles with them! Instinctively pulling back to escape the nettles I found my ***d buttocks pressed to the rough bark. There was no escape and I howled as the stinging nettles were rubbed repeatedly over my genitals, my tormentor merely laughing.
“It’s not as if you use your cock for anything other than pissing and wanking,” he jeered, my wife joining in the laughter.
“Ah, right on cue,” he said, suddenly throwing the nettles aside.
I’d been unaware of anything but the agony of the repeated strokes of the stinging nettles but now realised we had company. Two guys, both wearing balaclavas, appeared and began stripping off. Seeing Marie’s excitement I guessed correctly that she’d been expecting something of the sort.
Naked but for the balaclavas, the two men approached her and while one took my wife’s baloobas in his hands the other knelt to untie her ankles. Directly they were released Marie’s legs sagged apart and the guy’s fingers went to work. Then his face was between my wife’s legs, the rough material of his balaclava rubbing against her inner thighs as he tongued her clitoris, clearly stimulating her. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever seen Marie brought to orgasm so quickly!
“Anonymous sex,” Joe hissed in my ear. “Both these guys are going to fuck your wife without her knowing their identities. See how it excites her.”
He was right; Marie’s highly charged state was plain to see.
My stinging genitals and buttocks seemed as nothing, compared to the mental torment caused by his next words.
“Actually one of these guys knows you very well. He’s a fellow Rotarian or Councillor but I shan’t tell you which.”
“No!” I gasped.
“Oh yes,” Joe hissed in my ear. “Next time you attend a council or rotary meeting take a good look round. One of the guys, at one of those meetings shall have fucked your wife.”
Despite the warm day and stinging genitals my body felt suddenly cold and I shivered as the full import of Joe’s words became clear. If true it seemed that the hitherto well kept secret side of our life was in danger of coming out into the open. But there was more.
“The beauty of it is that this guy has fancied your wife while hating your guts for years, so he’s really looking forward to giving it to her in front of you, and not just today. Mr. X, I think we shall call him, is going to become a regular participant in our little fun and games and is particularly looking forward to thrashing your backside.”
The rest of the afternoon is a bit of a blur but both men fucked my wife while she was tied to the tree, Marie’s high excitement as she was taken by the unknown guys apparent to us all. One of them had her for a second time but on the ground just in front of me. The fact that directly he finished the balaclava clad guy reached up to squeeze my already ***d genitals leads me to think that he must be Mr. X, assuming Joe’s words are true that is.
Throughout it all my mind was in turmoil, not knowing whether to believe Joe or not. Is one of these guys known to me? If so in what capacity?
I can’t really decide if he was telling the truth or not but have convinced myself that it was just his way of adding more anguish to my already ***d body.
Wishful thinking or what?

Saturday, April 18, 2009.
Well, now I know that Joe was telling the truth in the woods two weeks ago. Mr. X must be a fellow Councillor.
While Mr. X was having sex with Marie this afternoon, the sixth time since that fateful day and balaclava clad as usual, Joe told me some council news that could only have come from someone attending the last meeting. The highly confidential nature of the information in Joe’s possession convinces me that Mr. X is indeed a Councillor. A particularly agonising piece of knowledge made worse by Joe powering me to lick the guys penis clean after he’d fucked my wife.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009.
Dropped Marie at Joe’s before attending the council meeting I’ve been dreading. Mr. X shall be there. Shall I be able to work out which of the members he is? Even worse, shall he perhaps say something?

Later
Well, the meeting passed without me being any the wiser about Mr. X’s identity, although I can narrow it down to a shortlist of three or four, based on height, build and suchlike.
One of the four, Gerald, has been a close friend for years and I’m pretty sure I can rule him out.
The same with Max B, a member who’s only lived in the area for about ten years and who I’ve never had much to do with. Also I’m fairly sure he’s never met Marie. I only include him as a candidate because of his open dislike of me, a dislike which is mutual. Max B makes it very plain that he thinks I’ve only progressed on the council due to family connections, which is of course tommy rot.
Of the other two it could be either I suppose. There was certainly no indication tonight that one of them fucked my wife yesterday and shall do so again tomorrow. If it wasn’t for that confidential piece of information in Joe’s possession I’d be inclined to disbelieve his assertions that Mr. X is known to me.

Saturday, May 16, 2009.
Another humiliating day at Joe’s. Mr. X was there and for the first time administered the threatened spanking. It was of course Joe who gave all the orders, Mr. X maintaining his usual silence. The beating happened twice, once before and again after, he’d fucked my wife.
The first was over Mr. X’s lap, Joe feeding me snippets of council news while the spanking was taking place, thus ensuring that I can be in no doubt that the guy is a fellow Councillor.
The second beating took place while I touched my toes and for that Mr. X used a belt, which of course was much more painful than his hand.
Afterwards I was ordered to kneel at Mr. X’s feet and thank him, after first licking and kissing the guy’s penis and balls. Fearful of our lifestyle becoming common knowledge I had no choice but to comply.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009.
My regular spankings and beatings continue, sometimes several times a week, leaving my sore and ***d buttocks little chance of recovering. Mr. X is now fucking my wife four or five times a week, being encouraged by Joe to do as he wants with her, and Marie’s initial concern about him being a Councillor seems to have dissipated. She’s enjoying the sex too much, and finding herself Mr X’s plaything clearly excites her.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009.
A revelation, shocking if true, at the council meeting tonight. As I sat down somewhat gingerly, Mr X having severely beaten my buttocks last night, Max B remarked that I seemed to be in some discomfort. I looked at him sharply and seeing his smirking face staring back at me went hot and cold. Surely my hated rival on the council couldn’t be Mr X?
No, his remark must be just an innocent coincidence.

Friday, June 12, 2009.
Well the shocking and alarming truth is that the loathsome Max B is indeed Mr X. Tonight he suddenly removed his balaclava saying it was much to hot. I groaned to find my suspicions of two days ago confirmed, Max B finding my obvious revulsion hilarious. Taunting me about the number of times he’s fucked my wife, and about how much Marie enjoys it, the smirking Max B ordered me to suck his penis. Of course I had no choice but to comply and sucked the swine’s penis while Joe fucked my wife in the background.
Fortunately Marie had left the room when Max B ordered me to kiss his anus as a mark of my presentation to him. Next, and to further stamp his authority, Max B climbed on to the bed and stretching out on his stomach ordered me to thoroughly lick his anus.
“Tan the wimps arse with your cane Joe if he slackens.”
I hesitated; really loathe to carry out such a humiliating procedure on the detestable Max B.
“Do it,” he barked. “I expect total servility and subservience from you; otherwise the council shall get to hear how your wife likes to spend her time. Apparently she’s had well over a hundred cocks inside her which I think our colleagues should find very interesting news.”
There was a clear threat in his voice and knowing I had no choice but to do as he said I gingerly placed my hands on the hateful Max B’s buttocks. Spreading them apart I ran my tongue down the crevice, initially avoiding his anus.
“I want to feel your tongue probing my bum hole. Do it,” he snapped, Joe encouraging my obedience with a couple of sharp blows from the cane.
Feeling defeated and dejected I began licking his anus, Max B laughing triumphantly. I was powerd to continue the humiliating procedure for what seemed an age, certainly a good ten minutes, with Max B jeering that I was his slave to do as he wanted with.
“You shall obey me one hundred per cent, understood?” he said, eventually rolling over on to his back.
“Yes,” I muttered reluctantly.
“Louder, and call me Sir,” he barked.
“Yes Sir,” I said feebly, the words coming out with reluctance.
“That’s better. I’ve got you by the short and curlies so don’t forget it.” Max B told me, laughing triumphantly at my downcast expression.
Marie returning and seeing the loathsome creature stretched out on the bed, quickly bent to take his penis in her mouth.
“Your wife’s more than happy with the situation as you can see,” he grinned at me while Marie sucked on his penis, her fingers stroking his balls.
When she straddled him Max B snapped, “Take my cock and guide it inside your wife’s lovely cunt.”
Raging inwardly at my impotency to do anything but obey the detestable and odious Max, I gingerly took his penis in hand to guide it into my wife’s vagina as she sank down on it with a happy sigh.
The smug bastard flashed me a triumphant smile before saying, “Take the wimp downstairs out the way Joe. Tan his arse with your belt again if you want, while I enjoy the services of his lovely wife.”
Leading me from the room Joe said, “I shall leave the doors open so you can hear Marie’s yells as Max fucks her.”
And that’s pretty much it for today. Bent over Joe’s desk, howling as he lashed my buttocks with his belt, I could only listen to my wife’s wild shouts with apprehension about the future.

Saturday, June 20, 2009.
To Weymouth for a week’s holiday. I drove while Marie and Max B relaxed in the back.
I must have been very naïve when booking the accommodation back in January, having deliberately chosen a one bedroom cottage thinking that being powerd to share a bed might persuade Marie to resume marital relations. The plan has certainly backfired though because when Max B heard we were going away on holiday and Marie complaining about the bedroom arrangements, he decided to come with us.
“There’s bound to be a sofa or something the wimp can use, failing which he can relax on the floor, while we use the bed,” he told her, my wife plainly delighted by the idea.

Sunday, June 21, 2009.
Well the sofa’s not too bad but it was a long time before I got off to relax last night, kept awake by the noise of Max and Marie enjoying themselves in the room above.
The same noise woke me this morning but unlike last night I masturbated while listening to my wife’s ecstatic yells.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009.
At least Max agreed to go along with my itinerary today. A drive to Corfe for a look at the castle, calling at something known as the Blue Pool on the way.
Well the Blue Pool turned out to be very picturesque with the light diffracting in the water to produce differing colours, turquoise or green, the reflection of the surrounding trees adding to the effect. I had plenty of time to study it as I spent about forty minutes sitting on a bench overlooking the pool while they went off through the trees looking for a secluded spot to make love. It was a hot and sunny day, the stillness disturbed only by occasional passers by, the rustling of small naturals, and Marie’s faint cries from wherever it was they were disporting themselves.
On their return Max handed my wife’s knickers to me, with the comment that it wasn’t worth her while putting them back on as he shall only have to take them off again later. For the rest of the day I carried Marie’s knickers in my pocket, almost dropping them on the floor of the restaurant while paying for lunch!
On to Corfe Castle where they had no interest in walking up to it but disappeared into some bushes and trees nearby. Excellent views from the Castle and I’m glad I had the binoculars with me. However, while scanning the surrounding area I spotted Marie and Max, my attention caught by his humping backside. From the chuckles of people around me I wasn’t the only permister to have spotted the couple fucking in the trees, but at least they didn’t know it was my wife we were watching.
Back at the cottage I remonstrated with them about making love in such a public place only for Max to say that what they did was nothing to do with me, Marie adding that she found it exciting to know people had seen them.
“You’ve clearly forgotten your place,” Max said. “Down with your trousers and over my lap with you.”
I reluctantly did as he said and with Marie laughing as usual the loathsome Max proceeded to spank my bared buttocks.
I’ve grown to love such humiliating punishment from other guys, but given my utter detestation of the odious Max B, my feelings have undergone something of a change and I squirmed in helpless rage while he spanked me.

Thursday, June 25, 2009.
Today Max set the itinerary and it was to Cerne Abbas we went first. He wanted Marie to see the Cerne Giant carved on a hillside. I already know a bit about it from studying the area in advance of our holiday, as I always do. The Cerne Giant, also known as the Rude Man, is a chalk figure of a giant naked man carved on the side of a hill.
We viewed it first from the distance. It certainly is a spectacular carving and Max commented that even with Marie’s love of a big cock, the giant’s should bring tears to her eyes. Then we walked up to it for a closer inspection. Next Max led us to a belt of trees and bushes running below the carving and finding a spot between its feet told Marie he was going to fuck her from the back while she faced up the hill.
“You can look up at the giant’s cock and imagine it drilling your cunt,” he told her.
“Oh yes,” she replied, eagerly slipping out of her knickers.
While Max dropped his trousers and underpants my wife knelt on the grass, skirt up around her waist, and I looked about nervously. We’d seen a number of sightseers and I was worried someone might spot what was going on, the trees affording little cover.
A sharp cry drew my eyes back down to where I saw Max kneeling at Marie’s rear, his penis deep inside her. I just stood beside them, urging my wife to keep the noise down, as I watched his penis driving in and out of her. She took no notice however, her joyful cries ringing out as loudly as ever, and it wasn’t long before they attracted an audience.
First a couple of young guys with rucksacks, then a guy who looked to be a farmer, and finally two more sightseers. Realising he had an audience, Max paused in his exertions to tell them, “Marie here is this guy’s wife. He likes to watch me fucking her. Isn’t that right J***?”
Not trusting myself to speak I just nodded and wanted to sink into the ground with embarrassment when the watchers laughed.
Gripping her hips Max resumed his thrusts, fucking my wife vigorously until he came, some of the watchers actually clapping!
“Anyone else fancy a turn, she likes plenty of cock?” Max asked, standing.
The sightseers looked at one another uncertainly but with Marie maintaining her position and looking round hopefully the farmer, if such he was, quickly undid his trousers and pushed them along with his underpants half way down his thighs to kneel at her rear.
“Ah lovely!” Marie called when his penis drove into her.
He lasted much longer than Max fucking my wife steadily, her cries a sure indication of just how much she was enjoying it.
“Joe was right about your wife. The whore doesn’t even know the guys name. As long as she’s got a cock inside her Marie doesn’t care whose it is,” Max told me.
By the time the farmer had finished the two guys with rucksacks had melted away, perhaps shocked by the proceedings. Not so the other two though and with Marie rolling onto her back, legs wide apart invitingly, they tore there clothes off. The first to be naked quickly mounted her and again Marie’s ecstatic cry rang out as his penis drove into her.

Part 17

Friday, July 3, 2009.
When Max B arrived at our house he told us that thanks to his contacts in the business he’d managed to book a hotel in Lesbos for the week after next.
“Plenty of sex and nude sunbathing,” he told Marie.
“Oh lovely!” She exclaimed. “J*** always drags me off to dreary hotels or self catering places in this country, to look at boring old castles.”
“I thought initially we’d leave hubby here and go away on our own, so I haven’t booked a room for him. I’ve since decided it shall be useful to take him along to carry the bags and deal with all the boring bits, booking tables and transport etc. I shall find him some cheap backstreet place to doss in. We shall use the wimp as our servant.”
Marie laughed as he picked her up and headed for the bedroom.
“Come up with us,” he instructed. “Today you’re going to lick my balls while I fuck your wife.”
I’ve recently learned that it was through his role as General Manager of the old and historic H*** hotel in W*************, that Max B first met, or rather saw, Marie. My wife had accompanied me, albeit reluctantly, to a Rotary club dinner which was being held in one of the function rooms; Marie’s hates that sort of thing, hence her reluctance. Although I hadn’t seen Max B that night, in fact I was hardly aware of his profession back then, he’d seen us, particularly Marie. He fancied her immediately, describing it as lust at first sight.
In the marital bedroom, a room I’m rarely permitted to enter these days, Max ordered me to strip and lay across the bed. While Marie knelt above me he pushed a pillow under my head, thus raising it. Staring up at my wife’s vagina I had hopes that she might stimulate my penis with hand, or wonder of wonders, her mouth; hopes that were quickly dashed however.
“I don’t suppose you want to suck hubby’s cock while I’m fucking you?” Max asked.
“Ugh no. It should be like sucking a shrivelled up little slug!” Marie exclaimed disdainfully. “Can’t we cover it up; it’s quite off putting to think that years ago I had the horrible little thing inside me.”
“Of course,” Max replied, once he’d finished laughing. “He can wear your knickers.”
They were both laughing then, as I pulled her lacy white knickers on, Marie’s laughter increasing when Max said impulsively, “He can wear stockings and suspenders too.”
I was embarrassingly erect while Marie enthusiastically fastened the suspenders, finishing off by dressing me in one of her bras.
“Great, now the wimp looks the sissy he is. I think we shall keep him in feminine clothes, at least in private. It clearly excites him,” Max said, running his finger the short distance along the outline of my erection beneath Marie’s knickers.
“Been some years since this cock’s seen the inside of your wife’s lovely cunt, hasn’t it?” he taunted and I nodded glumly.
“Right, back on the bed with you in the same position as before.”
I resumed my position across the bed and this time when Marie knelt over me, Max took up a position standing at her rear. After fine tuning our respective positions he was ready. Stooping slightly, his balls squashed against my face, Max ordered me to lick and suck his penis, lubricating it ready for entry to my wife’s vagina.
“Not that Marie’s ever ready cunt needs any lubrication,” he added.
With Max directing it downwards I licked all round the glans of his penis before accepting it reluctantly into my mouth, aware of the odious creatures gloating laugh as I did so. Despite Marie’s obvious impatience he was in no hurry, merely stimulating her anal opening with a finger while pushing his penis slowly in and out of my mouth. It seemed, to me at least, that I was sucking the bastard’s penis for an age before he suddenly straightened up a little and transferred it to my wife’s vagina.
“Oh yes, yes, lovely,” she cried, pushing back against it.
I stared up experiencing both awe and envy as Max’s penis was fully engulfed by Marie’s vagina.
“Now get on and lick my balls, wimp,” Max commanded, his penis beginning to drive in and out.
I hesitated and he reiterated his order, adding that he’d thrash my buttocks with the cane if I refused. Normally I’d relish a caning, I’ve grown to love the pain and offense involved, but as my buttocks are still very painful from last nights thrashing I don’t really fancy another just yet.
So it was that while Max fucked my wife I licked his balls, not an easy task with them jiggling about. The activity clearly excited Max because he quickly came, pulling his penis from Marie’s vagina as he did so and powering it into my mouth.
That way we both received his semen, he said, although it seemed to me that I received the most. With the odious creatures penis filling my mouth I had no choice but to swallow the hot cream that spurted down my throat. After licking the last drop from his penis I was ordered to do likewise with my wife’s vagina.
“Should be a treat for you,” Max said. “You don’t very often get that close to it.”
“Do I have to put up with his tongue just there?” Marie complained.
“Just this once. Then I shall send him away while we settle down for a long session of fucking.”
So it was that I licked the globules of semen and her own juices from in and around my wife’s vagina, only vaguely aware of Max telling her that he was going to make me wear knickers all the time in future.
The full import of his words were brought home to me later in the evening when, acting on his instructions, I had to assemble all my underpants and make a bonfire of them in the garden, having first doused the heap in petrol to ensure a swift conflagration to avoid annoying the neighbours. Every last pair of my underpants went up in smoke, Marie saw to that.
“Good, your not worthy of male clothing, female underwear is more in your line. From now on it’s knickers only for you and at council meetings I shall expect you to wear stockings and suspenders beneath your trousers,” Max said.
“What if someone spots the outline of the suspenders?” I appealed but he merely laughed and said I’d have to be careful, although he didn’t care if they did.
“Remember, I shall check to make sure you’re wearing them,” Max added.

Sunday, July 12, 2009.
When we arrived at the Hotel D***** Max and Marie went inside leaving me to follow with all their luggage, the taxi remaining so as to take me on to my own, more downmarket, accommodation. Two trips were needed before all their luggage was inside but of course my work didn’t end there.
“My man shall take our bags up if someone shall show him the way,” Max told the receptionist. “While we have a look round.”
I picked a couple of the cases up again and a porter was about to do likewise with the other two when Max told him to leave them.
“My man can make two trips once you’ve shown him to our room.”
With that he took Marie’s hand but paused to say, “When you’ve unpacked our bags P****, join us in the bar and I shall give you your instructions for tomorrow. We shan’t need your services any more today so take the evening off.”
“Very good Mr. B****,” I replied, remembering to use the style of address he’d instructed but inwardly seething over his condescending manner towards me in public.
Having unpacked their things, developing the inevitable erection whilst handling my wife’s underwear, I sought them out in the bar. They sat side by side in animated conversation, Max with his hand resting on Marie’s thigh, and I automatically sat down next to them.
“What are you doing P****? Remain standing, don’t forget you’re my manservant,” Max admonished me. “And don’t look at my new wife like that,” he added when I glanced at Marie.
“Sorry,” I muttered standing up, embarrassingly aware of people listening to my reprimand.
“He’s new to the job and still needs to learn his place,” Max told them.
I hadn’t been keen on them playing the role of recently married couple enjoying a belated honeymoon, and my annoyance increased when Max said, “You can go now. My wife and I shall probably have an early night followed by a long lie-in in the morning so you needn’t report for duty until mid-day.”
He squeezed Marie’s thigh and winked at the people at a nearby table.
“We all know what you shall be up to,” a guy commented, provoking ribald laughter from the others, both Max and Marie joining in.
So it is that I’m writing up my Journal in the room Max booked for me in a rather rundown part of Molyvos. My room overlooks a yard containing bins overflowing with rubbish, the attendant smell drifting up to my window, and there’s a cacophony of noise from the kitchen below. It’s hot and I’ve stripped down to my undies, a brief pair of white knickers trimmed with black lace, one of the many pairs Marie has bought for me since Max introduced the ban on me wearing male underwear. I’ve brought a couple of books to read and there are some historic sights I’d like to see, if my duties allow that is, as I’m expected to be at Max’s beck and call all week.
Now I shall have an early night having just masturbated while imagining the sort of things Max shall be doing with my wife.

Monday, July 13, 2009.
Annoyingly, when I arrived at the hotel they’d already left and I experienced a particularly humiliating encounter with a guy I assumed to be the manager. He clearly didn’t know who I was and so the first humbling experience was introducing myself as Mr B’s manservant.
“He instructed me to tell you that as they shan’t need your services today, you can take the day off and do whatever it is your sort does in your spare time,” the rather pompous manager said dismissively.
Inwardly seething, not only about the way I’d been belittled but also annoyed that had I known sooner then I could have utilise the day more productively and arranged an excursion, I left the hotel. At least I was able to have a look at the Byzantine Castle which Marie certainly wouldn’t have been interested in if we’d been here alone.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009.
At least they were still there when I arrived at the hotel this morning, although my day turned out even more humiliating than yesterday.
It seems they spent yesterday soaking up the sun on a beach dedicated to nude, as well as clothed, sunbathing and that’s where they were heading today. I was ordered to do some shopping before joining them there.
“You shall enjoy seeing Marie and the other women in the nude,” Max told me.
After doing their shopping I popped back to my hotel and exchanged the pink knickers I wore under my shorts for bathing trunks before finding my way to the beach. They were both lying naked on a towel, Marie with her legs apart plainly enjoying the many admiring glances she received. Such behaviour should have been unthinkable six years ago, back in the days when she was shy and reserved.
“You might as well join us for a spot of sunbathing P****,” Max said after inspecting the shopping.
Slipping out of my shorts and top I lay on the none to smooth sand, Max making it very clear that there was no room on their towel for me, and felt very conscious of my thin white body compared with the bronzed and muscular torso’s surrounding us.
“Get those trunks off P****, no one else is wearing any.”
I looked at him appealingly, embarrassed enough by my spindly body and certainly not keen to display my genitals.
“Come on P****, don’t forget I’m your boss.”
Having no choice I slipped out of my bathing trunks and quickly lay down hoping no one should notice the smallness of my genitalia in comparimister to all the magnificent equipment on display.
“Look everyone, my manservant’s got the smallest cock in the UK.”
Inevitably though, Max drew their attention to my penis. “On your feet P****, walk about and let them all have a good laugh.”
With my face on fire, and not from the sun, I walked amongst the sunbathers and my embarrassment deepened when I developed an erection at the sight of the naked females.
Amidst the laughing I heard a female voice say, “My three year old mister’s got a bigger cock than his,” setting off another loud burst of laughter.
Completing my circuit of the beach I noticed a smiling Marie move her legs wider apart in a deliberate tease. I found myself staring hungrily between them, even humiliating myself further by automatically dropping down on one knee for a better view.
“Don’t tease the servant Marie and you P****, keep your eyes off my wife’s cunt. It’s not for the likes of you.”
By this time most of the others had resumed their sunbathing activities and probably didn’t notice me cringe at Max’s proprietary use of Marie’s marital status. I sank back on the sand glad to take up a less noticeable position, Max leaning over on his elbow to make one final whispered jibe.
“Been nearly six years since you last had the pleasure of Marie’s cunt, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
Laughing, he added, “I can have it whenever I want though,” gleefully rubbing salt into the wound, “and I shall be having plenty this week and for years to come. Marie’s your wife in name only; from now on she’s mine and shall be spending her nights in my bed.”
When I accompanied them back to the hotel, burdened with all their equipment, Max told me I could take tomorrow off.
“That’s very magnanimous off you Mr B****,” the manager commented on overhearing him.
“I like to give my staff a bit of free time, good for morale,” Max beamed at him. “Anyway we fancy I spot of outdoor lovemaking don’t we my love, so he’d just be in the way,” Max squeezed Marie’s bottom meaningfully.
“Yes,” she giggled excitedly, the manager joining in Max’s ribald laughter.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009.
I’ve used the day well with a visit to the Petrified Forest and Sigri castle. The castle proved to be a Turkish fort built in the days of the Ottoman occupation. Not a great deal to see but the views from the battlements was stupendous.
The Petrified Forest was even more interesting, particularly the museum, so it was a day well spent.

Later
However, when I went to their hotel this evening Max admonished me for not being around. Reminding him that he’d given me the day off I protested to Max that he couldn’t expect me to be at his beck and call.
“Why not, it’s what you’re paid for P***,” he barked.
Well, I nearly exploded at that because of course he’s not paying me a penny. In fact it’s me who is paying for their hotel and my own grotty back street dump, plus all the bills incurred during the holiday. However I could hardly reveal the truth in the crowded bar, the humiliating truth that I’m actually the husband of the woman sharing his bed, as that should really show me up.
So it is that I hung my head and apologised through gritted teeth, Max plainly enjoying himself by belittling me in front of other people.
“Due to illness the hotels short staffed so I offered the manager your services, only to find you’d vanished,” he reprimanded me sharply. “Now you’re here go and see if your services are still required.”
Having no choice but to do as he said I went in search of the manager and for the next couple of hours or so was given a succession of menial chores to do, the most humiliating of which was cleaning Max and Marie’s room and changing the bed linen.
It was while in their room that I did something of which I feel almost too ashamed to write in my Journal. Picking a pair of Max’s soiled underpants up from beside the bed I impulsively slipped my shorts down, wrapped the underpants round my penis and masturbated, sniffing the crotch of a pair of my wife’s knickers while doing so! It was an act I’m now deeply ashamed of and glad that neither of them shall know about.

Thursday, July 16, 2009.
The manager, who I think is of Scottish origin, was again on duty in reception when I arrived at the hotel this morning, due presumably to the on-going staff shortage. Anyway he seemed far less aloof today, which proved to be a bit embarrassing. After telling me that I was to join Mr and Mrs B**** at a particular section of the beach, he went on to say, “Your boss has certainly got some stamina; apparently his new wife doesn’t leave him alone. She wants it all the time,” he winked.
“According to my staff, they’re fucking morning noon and night, even more than most newly weds,” he continued, adding as though in explanation, “the wife’s very noisy while he’s giving it to her.”
I remained silent but his next words, had he have known it, did nothing to lessen my sense of offense.
“According to Mr B****, his wife’s first husband was useless in bed and only had a tiny little cock, so I suppose she’s making up for lost time. She’s certainly getting plenty this week.”
Hopefully the manager put my glowing face down to the sun rather than the offense I was suffering listening to his belittling description of myself.
I experienced a certain amount of difficulty in finding them, the area of beach I’d been directed to being a bit remote. It didn’t however take me long to realise why they’d chosen it. I didn’t immediately see Max but Marie was lying on their beach towel flanked by a couple of naked men. Looking to be in her element my wife held a penis in each hand while the guys sucked her nipples. One of them ran his fingers through the luxuriant bush of Marie’s pubic hair while the other probed her vagina.
There were a number of people brownietered around watching, amongst who I now saw Max, chatting to a couple of women I discovered to be the guys wife’s.
“Ah P***, I hope you’ve brought the things I ordered.”
“Yes Sir,” I replied deferentially, while handing him the bag.
“Good, you can go now. This part of the beach is adults only.”
“Aw Max, let him stay. I want another look at his cute little dick,” one of the women, plainly Americans, drawled.
“You heard the lady P****, get your kit off.”
Again I had to face laughter and ridicule when my manhood was revealed, Max plainly enjoying my offense at the hands of his new friends.
“You can stay and maybe play with your little boys cock while watching us adults enjoying ourselves,” he said in a condescending tone, grinning complacently as well he might, with one of the women now licking the end of his penis while the other did likewise to his balls.
However, I turned my attention back to their husbands, one of who had his face between Marie’s thighs while she sucked the others penis.
“I’m going in!” The one performing cunnilingus suddenly exclaimed. “Turn her over.”
On her tummy Marie raised her buttocks eagerly as the guy directed his very erect penis between her thighs. It was an incredibly arousing sight and we all watched closely as with his hands bearing down on my wife’s shoulders, her rump high in the air, the guy fucked her lustily.
He was good at it, drawing back until it looked as if his penis must slip out, only to drive in again at the last minute. Several people where taking pictures, including Max, while I could only kneel on the sand watching in awe and envy, the guys penis drilling in and out of my wife’s body. It was a very erotic and athletic performance which drew a worthy round of applause on completion.
Marie turned over on to her back, smiling up at the guy who had just fucked her, before turning her attention to the second guy who had stood patiently waiting.
“Come on then,” my randy wife said, spreading her legs invitingly.
On top of her in a flash his buttocks rose and hung there momentarily before sinking back down drawing a joyous shout from Marie.
“Go on Todd, really give it to her,” one of the women, his wife, shouted as the second guy began fucking Marie.
And he did. Urged on by his audience the guy’s buttocks pounded up and down between my wife’s thigh at an awesome speed, Marie’s piercing shrieks and yells delighting the two American women.
“Your little lady shall certainly know she’s been screwed by the time my Todd’s finished with her Max,” the guy’s wife boasted, evidently proud of her husband’s prowess as well she might be, Marie’s wild and piercing shrieks continuing to ring out as he fucked her.
“I don’t think you shall have any cause for complaint.” Max told the woman, swiftly mounting her.
Her own cry rang out then as Max’s penis drove into her.
“Looks as you’re the only one going without P****, still that’s nothing new is it,” the gloating Max said, grinning at me.
I could feel nothing but envy as I watched Max fucking one woman while the other stroked his buttocks and balls. In fact my head must have been swivelling back and forth as though following the ball at a tennis match as I alternated my attention between Max and the two women, and Todd who continued to fuck my wife vigorously.
Inevitably I masturbated, despite or perhaps even because of, the contempt and ridicule of some of those present. However there was an unexpected bonus. Maybe she took pity on me, I thought, when suddenly a large busted female in her late fifties or early sixties pushed me on to my back saying, “Let me do that.”
Taking my erection in her hand the woman masturbated it rapidly and then, wonder of wonders, took it into her mouth! It was incredible. My penis was being sucked for the first time in years and not only that but she also played with my balls. Not surprisingly I came all too soon.
I was still trying to come to terms with what I thought my good fortune when I saw the woman approach Max and say something to him which sounded like, “Easy money.”
It was only when she’d gone that I discovered the woman was an ageing prostitute who Max, through the hotel manager, had paid to give me hand relief. Although of course it was I who really paid as it was added to the bill.
“Think yourself lucky she went down on you, she was only paid to use her hand,” Max told me.
Seeing my shocked expression Max said contemptuously, “You can’t imagine any woman being interested in your pathetically small cock do you? Marie was certainly glad to see the back of it. You must realise by now that you shall never have sex with your lovely little wife again. That pleasures all mine, plus a few other guys I shall introduce her too, thus making sure Marie gets the large amount of cock she deserves and needs.”
He laughed to see my crestfallen expression.
(I was to see little of them during the remainder of the holiday, most of my time being spent working at the hotel.)

Saturday, August 8, 2009.
The first event of a humiliating day occurred when I arrived at the hotel and found a girl on reception I haven’t seen before. I explained that I was due to meet the General Manager, Max having briefed me about always using his full title, and she rang his office.
“The cleaners here to do the cellar, Mr B****,” she said into it while I cringed inwardly at her description of me.
Max soon appeared with Marie in tow and led the way to the cellars. I followed them down the winding stones steps and through a cellar which was in use and relatively clean and tidy. After that it was all downhill though. Beyond a steel door the extensive cellars, linked by passageways, were dusty and litter strewn with either bare brick and stonework, or paint peeling from the walls.
“Right P**** I want this place cleaned up. While giving your wife a tour of the hotel I brought her down to the cellars and she likes the idea of sex sessions here. First though, it needs a good clean so strip to your undies and get started.”
I just stripped off, there was no point in arguing, but felt alarmed to see Max collecting my clothes to take them away.
“Don’t worry,” he grinned. “I shall lock the door so no one shall see you in your female attire.”
With that they’d gone leaving me standing there a little bemused, clad in stockings and suspenders, pink knickers and bra. At least I had flat shoes on rather than the high heels Max frequently makes me wear.
It was a long and dirty job, cleaning the passages and rooms leading off them, but eventually I’d finished. Locked in though I had to wait for Max to let me out and sat on a wooden crate as the time went slowly by. I say slowly but I’d no real idea of the time, Max having taken my watch. With no toilet facilities in the cellars and no means of escape I had no choice but to relieve myself occasionally in an old battered tin bucket.
By the time I heard the key turning in the lock I was bored and hungry. The steel door swung open with an eerie groan and they came in.
“Look at the state of him, he’s filthy!” Marie exclaimed.
“Good job we didn’t do the cleaning ourselves,” Max replied and they laughed. “What’s that?” he pointed to the bucket of urine.
After I explained the need to relieve myself a couple of times, Max said, “Goes to prove you didn’t move this slab while cleaning.”
He moved it aside to reveal a drain and told me to kneel over it. Picking the bucket up he’d tipped the contents over my head before I realised what was going on. The urine ran down my face and body before gurgling down the drain. I shivered with revulsion and Max said, “Gone cold as it. You need warming up with some fresh stuff.”
So saying he unzipped and produced his penis.
Well of course I knew what was coming but did nothing to evade the stream of urine which Max directed at me. Marie was laughing excitedly while her lovers pee ran down my face and chest. At least it was warm this time but I felt totally degraded and humiliated by the detestable guy as she egged him on. The stream abating, Max powerd his penis into my mouth and the final drops of urine trickled down my throat while he laughed triumphantly.
Then they were gone, leaving me to wash the bucket out and hose the stone floor down using the short length of hose pipe attached to a tap on the wall. I hosed myself down in the process but then had to wait until my body dried before dressing, having nothing to dry myself with.
Back in reception I told the receptionist, a different one by this time, that I’d cleaned the cellars and was going, dreading bumping into Max and seeing his hateful and gloating face. However, the receptionist told me she’d been instructed to send me to the general manager’s office where I’d be paid. Following her directions I found myself outside Max’s office and knocked on the door, knowing he’d expect it.
“Who is it?”
“P****,” I replied, also knowing he’d expect me to use his own mode of address for me. “The receptionist said you wanted to see me before I left.”
“Come,” his voice called and I entered the office.
Max sat at his desk with my wife perched on his lap, casually stroking her thighs.
“Strand in the corner,” he barked and I duly did so.
“Did the receptionist tell you what I wanted you for P****?”
“To be paid,” I told him sceptically.
“That’s right. Drop your trousers and bend over my desk, the payment’s a caning.”
Marie laughed at my downcast expression but I did as Max said.
“I think we’d better muffle his screams, don’t want to disturb the guests,” Max said.
He quickly slipped out of his trousers and to my horror powerd his underpants into my mouth as a gag, securing them in place with my own tie.
They stood back to admire his handiwork, both laughing at what must have been my strained expression of disgust to have odious creatures underpants powerd into my mouth.
“Six of the best, I think,” Max picked up the cane.
“Oh no made it twelve,” my wife urged, “and then I want your lovely big cock again.”
Marie was staring with undisguised lust at Max’s penis and his laugh had a triumphant ring to it as he began caning my bared buttocks.
“You’re completely in my power and I’m going to take full advantage of the fact,” Max jeered, pausing in his exertions. “You shall remain my servant, obeying me in everything, while your wife continues to share my bed rather than yours. Is that understood?”
Unable to speak I merely nodded my assent while seething inside about the helplessness of my position. To be powerd into such a servile position by probably the only guy in the world who I feel total hatred and detestation for, is both humiliating and degrading.
“Good, now clear off and keep out of my sight until summoned,” Max said, delivering a last painful whack to my backside.
Pulling my trousers up, well aware that Marie was kneeling at Max’s feet lovingly licking his balls, I turned to go.
“Room twenty nine this time,” Max told Marie, explaining to me, “Your wife wants me to fuck her in every room of the hotel, including conference rooms and cellars, so I’m going to be kept busy.”
I left the hotel trying to hide my involuntary grimace of pain from the receptionist and went home feeling drained and belittled by the revolting Max. Compulsively though, directly I reached the privacy of my bedroom I masturbated, humiliatingly twice, while reliving the sordid experiences at the hotel.

Part 19

Friday, October 9, 2009.
By this time I’m used to being ordered around at the hotel by both Max and Marie, staff members assuming I’m just casual labour employed from time to time. Occasionally some of the staff discuss the relationship of Max to his PA in my hearing, which I find galling. However it should be even more humiliating if they knew the true situation. What does seem to be common knowledge is that Marie is Max’s Madam and they regular have sex in any room which happens to be unoccupied, a young porter confiding one day how he likes to stand outside the room in question and listen to Max’s PA squealing and moaning while he does things to her.
“You can join me if your about next time,” the porter said, not knowing I’ve heard such sounds many times, and prompted by many different guys, over the last few years.
This evening when I arrived the receptionist, Carol, told me to take a seat as the General Manager was busy. He’d be along later to tell me what wanted doing. I think it amuses Max to keep me waiting in reception, presumably a demonstration of his power. Whatever his reamister I certainly find it demeaning to sit there until he deigns to appear. Marie sometimes passes through reception while I’m waiting, barely giving me a second glance.
Tonight though I’d only been waiting a few minutes when Max came out from the back office. He invariably talks down to me in front of the staff and I cringed inwardly when he said to Carol, “I shall be back to sort that paperwork out directly I’ve given this chap his orders. Follow me P****, and look sharp, I haven’t got all night.”
Max grinned to see the way I jumped to my feet and then led the way up the main staircase. As we approached one of the rooms the door opened and my wife came out looking a little flushed.
“How was it?” Max asked her.
“Not bad. He spanked me which was nice.”
“What about his cock, a big one?”
“About average, but he knew how to use it.” Marie smiled in remembrance.
“Bigger than your husbands though, I shall be bound.”
“Obviously. Everybody’s cock is bigger than J****’s pathetic little thing,” my wife replied scornfully.
Checking both ways along the corridor Max quickly lifted Marie’s skirt.
“You didn’t put your knickers back on,” he commented, before lowering it again.
“No point I’ve got to be at room six in ten minutes,” she replied, checking her watch.
“Good girl.” Max patted her bottom to send her on her way.
“Your wife’s cunt is a little gold mine,” Max told me. “The guy in six shall be her third client today.”
He laughed at my expression before saying, “I don’t suppose you see much of your wife these days, do you P****? Didn’t know she’s regularly opening her legs for hotel guests.”
True enough, it must be over two month’s since I’ve had a proper conversation with Marie now she’s living with Max.
“I’m fucking your wife a couple of times a day but the randy bitch still wants more, even with Barry giving it to her regularly as well, so she’s now working as a prostitute. Your wife’s a redy good fuck but I wonder how our council colleagues should react if they knew you were married to a whore,” Max said, adding threateningly, “It wouldn’t do your future prospects a lot of good, should it?”
His words sent shivers down my spine but I said nothing. Max laughed as he led me into the smaller of the function rooms.
“There’s a small private dinner party in here next month for some of the Directors and you shall be concealed in the Priest’s Hole throughout,” Max told me, pressing a concealed mechanism to open a panel in the wall.
Actually it was interesting to see the small, normally concealed alcove, dating I believe from the time of Cromwell, and I needed no urging to step inside. Max joining me he touched another unseen mechanism and the door closed. It was a little claustrophobic in the confined space with barely enough room for the two of us and too dark to see much of the interior. I was beginning to wonder what the point of me being shut in here during the party was, when he opened the hitherto unnoticed spy hole.
“The Managing Director shall be present and having seen Marie about the place and told me how much he fancies her I’ve promised to use her as their waitress for the evening. I’ve also told my boss that I know for a fact Marie’s husband doesn’t satisfy her and if he hangs back after the meal there’s every chance of her succumbing to his charms. Should do my promotion prospects the world of good. You shall be cooped up in here watching while the guy seduces your wife. She knows what’s expected, although not that you shall be watching, and shall offer only token resistance, if any, to his overtures.”
So, that was what it was all about.
Leaving the function room Max told me he had a little job for me; a store room needed cleaning out, usually the porters job, but he was to busy.
“I might as well make use of my unpaid lackey,” Max grinned.
Pausing in our walk along the corridor he said, “Your wife’s enjoying herself if your not, as she always does when she’s got a cock inside her.”
We could clearly hear Marie’s lusty cries emanating from the room we were outside, room six I noticed.
“Nice to hear someone enjoying their work,” he added, my wife’s cries intensifying and now mixed with masculine grunts and pounding bedsprings.
We stood listening for a minute or two before Max, pointing at my crotch, said, “I bet you’ve got a hard on but it’s difficult to tell with your little cock.”
I nodded and he laughed before telling me to get it out. I looked about nervously but compulsively did as Max said. Then, as if I needed to abase myself still further in front of the vile Max, I began masturbating. I just stood there pumping away with my hand while listening to Marie’s cries of joy ringing out from the room where an unknown guy was fucking her. If anything the danger of being caught in such an humiliating activity added to my excitement.
“Sounds as if he’s getting his money’s worth,” Max commented, Marie’s cries reaching a crescendo, and I came, his words reminding me that nowadays my wife is little more than a common prostitute.
Flushed and feeling not a little shattered by what I had just done in front of the smug and gloating Max, I stumred after him along the corridor.
My work in the store room consisted in removing the chairs and tables before giving it a thorough clean. Afterwards I had to restack all the furniture back inside, the work taking well over an hour.
Having been instructed to report to reception when finished I duly did so. Miss W*****, the senior receptionist was on duty by this time, and as she’s only just returned from a protracted break and doesn’t know me I had the humbling task of introducing myself as Max’s handyman.
“Ah right, you must be P****. I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to use Mr B**** Christian name though. Surname, or better still refer to him as the General Manager in future,” she said officiously. “Both Mr B**** and his PA have left now but he instructed me to give you this envelope, presumably your payment, and asked me to tell you to report to his house at ten-thirty prompt tomorrow morning where he’s a job for you.”
Handing me the envelope Miss W***** added disdainfully, “Don’t be late mind, apparently you’re a bit of a slacker P****.”
She turned away evidently thinking any further communication with a mere odd job man beneath her dignity.
Fortunately I was feeling too belittled at my treatment by the pretentious Miss W***** to be curious about the envelope and didn’t open it until I reached my car. Just as well because it contained a series of photographs of Marie, mostly posing on or beside Max’s desk, but including one of her sucking Barry’s penis.
At home I spread the pictures out for a proper look and felt really turned on by her erotic poses. In most of the pictures Marie wore her smart business suit, skirt high up her thighs as she perched or lolled on Max’s desk, but in one she was naked but for tan stockings and suspender belt. Inevitably I released my erection but had only just begun masturbating when the phone rang. I wouldn’t have answered but Max’s number was displayed and he’d probably know I was home by now.
“Checking out the pics, P****?” he asked directly I picked the phone up.
When I answered in the affirmative Max went on to tell me that they’re copies of the photos he shows to any hotel guest who he thinks might be interested, telling them she’s a prostitute.
“Bait for prospective clients,” he went on. “I’m making good money out of your wife’s willingness, or perhaps I should say eagerness, to open her legs for anything in trousers. It really excites Marie to knock on a door knowing she’s about to have sex with the unknown guy inside and cater for whatever tastes he might have. I have a sliding scale of charges, anal intercourse costing the most.”
Well, despite knowing from the earlier conversation that Max is using Marie in this way, I still felt shocked to hear the details put so bluntly.
“So, have you got an hard on looking at the pics?”
“Yes,” I croaked.
“Toss yourself off then.”
It was humiliating but I did just that, looking at the pictures and masturbating with one hand while his jeers came down the phone.
“That didn’t take long,” he laughed, knowing from my gasps I’d come in my hand surprisingly quickly considering it had only been two or three hours since I’d humiliated myself outside room six.
“What about becoming a client yourself?” Max said.
I listened numbly as the voice over the phone said that for one hundred pounds he’d arrange a session for me, commenting that they usually charged sixty for full sex but I was a special case.
“Marie shan’t know who’s in the room until she enters by which time it shall be too late to back out. You shall be a paying customer and she’s honour bound to fulfil her duty even if she finds the client a bit ugly or off-putting.”
My voice was almost a whisper as I agreed, incredibly erect again at the prospect of having sex with Marie after all these years of going without. The loud bellow of laughter coming down the phone sobered me up a little and I contemplated the offense of paying to have sex with my own wife, to be nothing more than one of her clients. And the worst aspect of all is the fact that it’s Max who shall be taking the bulk of the money, Marie receiving just five pounds per client so he tells me.

Part 20

Friday, November 13, 2009.
“I hope you haven’t drank too much you could be in here for quite a while,” Max smiled, ushering me inside the Priest’s Hole.
Tonight was the night of the small dinner party in Function Room One, the night I was expecting to witness the seduction of my wife by Max’s boss.
Once the four guys had all arrived the first course was served, Marie looking very sexy in her waitress uniform of short black skirt and white top with, in my opinion, too many buttons left undone. She was certainly attracting many admiring looks as she circled the table.
I knew they were all directors of the hotel chain but at that time had no idea which of them was the MD. However as time went by and I saw the way Liam kept patting my wife’s bottom at every opportunity I assumed it was he. Of the others I was surprised to recognise Alan, a contemporary at school who I hadn’t seen for years, and had no idea he was on the board of directors. The school bully, I’d felt overawed and a bit frightened of Alan during my schooldays so was none too pleased to see him now. We haven’t seen each other since those days though, so at least he wouldn’t know the waitress he was eyeing up lecherously is my wife.
“The waitress is a tasty bit of stuff,” a guy whose name was Gareth commented.
“Her baloobas are too small for my liking,” from Nick.
“Nonsense, she’s got a gorgeous pair. Have you noticed how you can just catch a glimpse of nipples peeping over the top of her bra?” from Liam, his words confirming what I’d already thought, Marie did have too many buttons undone!
Marie bustled about serving the courses which were being delivered to the room on a trolley by one of the regular waitresses. At one point, while she leaned over the table to deal with some spilt wine, I saw Liam’s hand disappear up my wife’s short skirt and remain there until she’d finished. Marie of course made no attempt to repel the hand, expecting to have sex with him later no doubt.
With the flow of take and Marie’s short skirted figure flitting round the table, the guys seemed to be growing more and more excited as the meal progressed and by the dessert all four of them had groped her bottom at some stage.
“What colour knickers are you wearing, girl?” Nick asked.
“That should be telling,” Marie smiled.
“I think she’s got white ones on. What about the rest of you?”
“Black,” from Alan.
“Pink,” chimed in Gareth.
“Well I think your knickers are yellow. Who’s right?” asked Liam.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Marie teased.
“Go on, give us a quick flash,” Nick implored.
When she merely smiled and continued clearing the table Liam jumped to his feet exclaiming, “You’re a cock tease. I’m going to find out for myself.”
So saying he grabbed the hem of my wife’s skirt and yanked it up, provoking a cheer from the others.
“I was right, black knickers. Does that mean I get to take them off?” Alan said.
He too was on his feet now and taking her by surprise thrust both hands down the back off Marie’s knickers.
“Nice warm bum cheeks.”
I could actually see the outline of Alan’s hands inside my wife’s knickers squeezing her buttocks and felt a cold shiver run through me. Of course I’ve seen lots of guys squeezing Marie’s bottom but to watch my old school bully doing so was irritating to say the least.
“Leave her to get on with her work, you randy old devil,” Nick said, calming Alan down a bit.
Liam’s hand continued to delve beneath Marie’s skirt at every opportunity and so I was surprised when he was the first to leave. When Nick and Gareth soon followed suit I was even more surprised, and then appalled when the truth of the situation became clear to me. The guy lined up to have sex with my wife was the old school bully!
“I thought they’d never go,” Alan said, pulling Marie on to his lap. “Max tells me your old man can’t get it up and you might be game for a bit of fun. Is that right?”
My wife’s only reply was to put her arm round his shoulders and part her legs, confirmation enough. I could just about see when Alan started stroking Marie’s thighs, coaxing them further apart.
“So, I am going to have the pleasure of taking your knickers off,” Alan laughed before kissing her.
I was of course fully erect as I looked at my wife perched on Alan’s lap, skirt high up her thighs, stocking tops and suspenders exposed, despite my irritation that it was him.
Alan edged the chair round a bit from the table, presumably for more room, but which also gave me a perfect view of his fingers delving inside my wife’s knickers. Marie’s legs automatically parted even more and he exclaimed, “God girl, your cunts sopping. You’re gagging for it!”
I could see Marie wriggling on his lap, her legs sagging ever further apart as Alan’s fingers probed between them.
“Seems as if old Max was right. Hubby no longer satisfies you and you’re desperate for a good shafting.”
“Not strictly true, it’s more a case of my husband never having satisfied me,” Marie corrected, adding in explanation, “J***’s not very well-endowed. In fact his cock’s tiny.”
Did she know I was hidden in the Priest’s Hole watching and listening? I don’t think so but doubt if she should have modified her hurtful comments even if she did. I certainly cringed to hear Alan’s laughter.
“Stand up a minute then, you’d better take a look at what I’ve got to offer.”
Marie stood up and watched eagerly as Alan did likewise to slip out of his trousers. In her eagerness to get at Alan’s equipment my wife knelt and pulled his underpants down. A smile spread across Alan’s face when she grabbed his penis and began licking the glans. It was big but not, I was pleased to see, excessively so. She was licking his balls then and Alan’s head rocked back.
“Hell, that feels good,” he gasped.
Inevitably I had my penis in hand as I watched my wife licking and sucking the lucky Alan’s balls. Then she was sucking his penis and holding Marie’s head between his hands Alan grunted, “Great, suck my cock while I fuck your mouth. I want you to swallow my ejaculate.”
She did too, he made sure of that, powering his penis down my wife’s throat as he came and keeping it there until she’d drained the last drop from it.
Marie got to her feet while Alan flopped back onto his chair gasping.
“Now I shall do what I said earlier and have your knickers off.”
So saying he reached up under Marie’s short skirt and yanked them down, my wife stepping eagerly out of her knickers which Alan quickly picked up and pressed to his nose.
“Lovely!” he exclaimed. “Now stretch out on the table so I can give your wet cunt a good licking. I’m going to suck your clit until you squirt in my face.”
Alan laughed to see the speed with which she climbed on to the table. With skirt up round her waist, legs flung wide apart, Marie lay back across the table and Alan licked his lips as he stared happily between my wife’s thighs.
“I’m going to really enjoy drilling your wet and willing cunt after giving it a good tongue licking, particularly as I was at school with your husband, the pretentious, stuck up sod. He’s the sneak who got me into a lot of trouble by acting as witness against me when I was accused of bullying.”
So he did know who she was, Max must have told him, and my red ran cold wondering if he also knew I was concealed in the Priest’s Hole watching him seduce my wife.
Of course his words meant nothing to Marie, she was probably hardly aware of them anyway as she waited impatiently for him, nodding eagerly when he asked, “I wonder if you like a finger or two up your nice crinkly little bum hole?”
His face was between my wife’s thighs then but all I could see was the back of Alan’s head. I contented myself with listening to Marie’s squeals, squeals which grew wilder when he lifted her legs up and over his shoulders. A few minutes later she came, her body writhing on the table, her wild and lusty screams echoing around the room.
“You do like a finger up your bum hole!” Alan exclaimed, staggering to his feet, face wet and running with my wife’s juices.
Without further ado he drove into her, Marie yelling her joy as his penis slammed home.
“Yes!” he shouted exultantly, holding me wife’s ankles high and wide as he began fucking her.
I watched Alan’s buttocks jerking back and forth for several minutes before he suddenly stopped, withdrew, and almost before she knew what was happening turned Marie over onto her tummy before driving his penis back inside.
“Oh lovely!” she moaned.
“Next time I shall fuck you up the arse, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“God yes.”
Again there was an exultant ring to Alan’s laugh.
“For now though I’m going to enjoy drilling your cunt and filling it with cream.” Gripping my wife’s hips Alan fucked her vigorously while I watched from concealment, thankful that he didn’t appear to know I was there. I was of course fully erect and stimulating myself despite the cold shivers running up and down my spine to watch my old school antagonist fucking my wife, and from his attitude plainly excited to be putting one over me.
“Yes, here it comes!” Alan suddenly exclaimed, and I saw his buttock muscles clenching spasmodically as he released his semen deep inside my yelling wife.
“Bloody hell, no wonder the randy old sod stayed behind.”
Nick stood in the doorway, Gareth peering over his shoulder. I hadn’t even heard the door open; I’d been so absorbed in watching the action.
“Come on in and close the door lads,” Alan urged.
It transpired that while having a nightcap in the bar Nick realised he’d lost his mobile phone so they’d come back to search for it. The mobile was quickly located under the table and they turned to leave, Gareth casting wistful looks at Marie still perched on top of it.
“Hang about lads why not take a turn? I’ve just given her a redy good fucking,” Alan told them boastfully, “but I reckon she’s up for more.”
They all looked at Marie whose only response was to turn and face them, legs apart a smile on her face.
“A clear invitation lads go to it. I want to see her getting fucked while sucking a cock.”
Alan practically tore the rest of her clothes from my wife’s body to leave her naked but for stockings and suspenders.
Nick immediately began stripping off but Gareth took Marie’s baloobas in his hands, asking, “What about you darling, are you game for more cock?”
Marie’s response was to unzip Gareth’s trousers and free his penis with an expertise that left him gasping. When a naked Nick, naked but for his socks that is, approached the table my wife eagerly grabbed his penis also. Sitting on the table an erect penis in each hand, legs apart and with both men’s fingers probing between them, my wife looked to be in her element. It was a sight which plainly excited Alan.
“Put a cock in her mouth one of you,” he urged.
It was Gareth who, climbing up to stand on the table, presented his penis to Marie’s lips. Unfortunately my view was blocked somewhat at that point by Alan moving and getting in the way as he said, “How many fingers have you got up her cunt, mate?”
“Three,” came back Nick’s reply.
“Try her bum hole as well, I can recommend it.”
“Your right, it’s great. Two fingers in each!” Nick exclaimed after a minute or so, Alan laughing.
By the time he moved aside it was Gareth who was fingering my wife while Nick enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his penis, Alan joining in briefly to play with her baloobas.
“One of you fuck her from the back while she sucks the others cock,” he urged.
They did just that, Marie eagerly slipping to the carpet and getting down on all fours.
Nick at her rear wasted no time in driving his penis into her vagina, my wife uttering a happy cry before taking Gareth erection between her lips.
“Great!” Alan exclaimed as he watched Nick fucking my wife, every thrust of the guy’s penis powering her forward so that Gareth’s penis was driven down her throat and Marie’s nose was buried in his pubic hair.
With Alan circling them and plainly very excited by what he was seeing, my own view was blocked from time to time. However I had a clear view of the climax, Nick’s head rocking back, his hands gripping my wife’s hips, penis buried inside her as he came.
Picking her up Gareth laid Marie on the table, her bottom perched on the edge of it. She spread her legs eagerly, a fact not lost on Alan.
“See how keen the randy bitch is for a third cock up her cunt. While Gareth’s giving it to her I shall let you into an interesting fact I happened on by chance.”
Unfortunately they moved closer to the Priest’s Hole spoiling my view just as Marie’s joyous shout rent the air. So it was that while they enjoyed the spectacle of Gareth fucking my wife on the table all I had was their conversation and what I heard sent shivers up and down my spine.
“I fancied Max’s PA as soon as I met her so you can imagine my surprise when, after telling him I wouldn’t mind having her knickers off and giving her one, Max said he’d try and set it up.”
“Trying to ingratiate himself, I suppose,” Nick commented.
“Of course, got his eye on promotion as our Max. Anyway, Max told me that as his PA Mrs P****’s expected to cover any role in the hotel and he’d give her the job of waitress for our little dinner party. The rest was up to me but if I made a pass at her he was pretty sure she’d come across. Max went on to tell me he knew for a fact that Mrs P**** is a bored and frustrated housewife, married to a guy totally wrapped up in his business and local affairs, and who’s a total failure in the bedroom. He’s certainly right about her frustration.”
Max paused in his dialogue and listened to Marie’s ecstatic yells echoing round the room as Gareth fucked her on the table.
“It sounds as if she’s making up for lost time tonight,” commented Nick.
“Naturally I told Max it should do his career prospects the world of good if he could set it up for me to give his PA one.”
The men laughed before Max continued his tale.
“By this time though I’d picked up on his PA’s surname and asked about her husband. By a quirk of fate it turns out she’s married to the bastard who stitched me up at school. The stuck-up, pretension sod grassed me up and got me expelled from the P*** school and as you can imagine my old man wasn’t best pleased to see his fees go down the drain. You can also imagine how much I enjoyed having the bastards wife tonight, thinking of him while drilling her cunt. You and Gareth coming back and giving her one as well make it even better.”
“Revenge is sweet, eh?”
“Indeed, and I’m going to cuckold the bastard every time I’m in the area, which shall probably be a lot more often in future.”
They laughed and Alan went on, “I’m also going to bum fuck the bastard’s wife, I know she’s keen for it, and then ultimately get in touch to let him know I’ve shot my load in all three of her holes. That’s a long time in the future though, for now I’m gonna enjoy getting between her legs at every opportunity; thinking of that bastard P**** while fucking his wife.”
Laughing they moved away from the Priest’s Hole and I was able to see Gareth holding Marie’s legs high in the air as he thrust in and out of her, clearly approaching his climax. He came, buttock muscles clenching spasmodically as he ejaculated inside my squealing wife.
With the departure of his friends Alan told Marie she ought to clean herself up and get dressed as Max should probably be along soon. However as she slipped from the table he took my wife’s baloobas in his hands saying, “I hope to be playing with these nice little baloobas again very soon and also hope my cock shall be making regular visits to your cunt. Would you like that?”
Marie’s murmured affirmation clearly delighted Alan, though for reamisters she was unaware of, not being party to the overheard conversation.
Later, when Max released me from the Priest’s Hole the inner mechanism still a mystery to me, he told me to hurry and get the room cleaned up.
“You can piss off home then wanker,” he sneered, knowing I’d masturbated while watching Alan and the others with my wife.
Max doesn’t seem to have told Alan the true relationship of himself to Marie and myself, perhaps thinking it an use of his position, but he told me that Alan having regular sex sessions with her shall advance his own career.
“I’ve offered the MD full use of my PA whenever he comes to the hotel on a visit, and in any capacity he sees fit. He wasn’t slow to get my meaning and told me what a good fuck she was tonight.”

Saturday, December 19, 2009.
Having been ordered to pick Max and Marie up from his place at ten this morning and drive them to B****** I duly did so. It was a very cold day, the temperature barely above freezing, and my wife was muffled up in a long coat. During the drive to B****** though, I noticed whilst using the rear-view mirror that the coat had been opened, probably by Max as he had his hand on my wife’s thigh, and she wore nothing beneath it but her underwear.
Following his directions I turned into the drive of a large detached house on the outskirts of B****** where, telling us to wait, Max went inside. I hadn’t a clue about what was going on and although Marie admitted to having a rough idea she refused to tell me.
It was beginning to get cold in the car by the time Max reappeared and told us to follow him. In the hallway of the house he told me to strip. I could hear muffled voices coming from a room to the right and hesitated until Max told me in no uncertain terms to get on with it.
Marie meantime slipped out of her coat and hung it up. She wore black fishnet stockings with a very sexy black Basque and I could hardly take my eyes off her as I reluctantly peeled my clothes off. Next Max gave me a mauve coloured bra and matching knickers to put on. The knickers were tiny but as Max was quick to point out it takes very little material to cover my genitals.
Finally he produced a black leather dog collar which he fastened around my neck after showing me the name tag. The tag had my name on followed by the words ‘owned by Max B****’. Telling me to kneel he attached a lead to the dog collar before opening the door of the room from whence the voices came and ushering Maria inside. The room went suddenly quiet before a female voice said, “Very nice.”
Max followed her in to the room, leading me on all fours.
“Sit,” he snapped, just inside the door and during the laughter which greeted our entry I was able to take stock of my surroundings.
It was a large room almost devoid of furniture but with a large mattress at its centre. Four men and two women, one of who was leading Marie round the room for their inspection, made up the company.
“Good dog does he like a bone?” one of the men asked Max, patting my head.
“Yes, give him one Paul,” Max grinned.
Paul unzipped and produced his penis, brushing my lips with it. In a daze and confused by the speed with which things were happening, my wife was already on her knees sucking a guy’s penis, I opened my mouth to accept Paul’s organ. His penis quickly became erect while I sucked, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the women lowering the top of Marie’s Basque to bare her baloobas for the guy’s eager hands.
“Lick my balls.”
Paul’s voice brought my attention back to him and I automatically ran my tongue round his testicles.
“There’s a good doggie.” It was one of the women who now patted my head.
Max still held the lead and with Paul moving away to join the others groping Marie, led me on a walk, or in my case a crawl on all fours, round the room. I can’t deny the excitement I felt to be humiliated thus, my erection slipping from the side of the tiny knickers evoking the inevitable laughter and derogatory comments.
He brought me to a halt beside the mattress where Marie was on her back, sucking one guy’s penis while holding two others. To my surprise it was one of the women, Carol, who hooked my wife’s knickers aside to finger her.
“Help me out here guys and rip her knickers off, they’re getting in the way,” Carol said.
A laughing Gordon easily tore the flimsy garment from between Marie’s thighs and, this time following Jan’s instructions, two of the guys grabbed my wife’s ankles to lift them high and wide.
“Like you said Max, this looks like a cunt that’s seen a lot of action,” Carol remarked as the women inspected Marie’s vagina.
Happily sucking a succession of cock’s Marie seemed oblivious of what was happening to her nether regions as with Carol fingering her vagina, Jan drove two fingers deep inside my wife’s anus.
“From her reaction your sub’s had a few cocks up her bum hole too, I suspect,” Jan said to Max.
“More than a few but hubby here has never had the pleasure, unlike me. In fact all he ever gets from his wife is the occasional hand job and he only gets that if he pays me ten quid for the privilege.”
Inevitably I was the arse of much derisory laughter occasioned by his comment, although my attention was occupied more with the two women fingering my wife’s vagina and anus.
“Well, she’s very wet and very open. Who wants to fuck her first?” Carol asked.
“Need you ask?”
It was Steve, who gripping my wife’s thighs, drove into her eliciting the usual joyous cry. With her legs up at right angles to her torso Steve fucked Marie rapidly, any cries being stifled by Richard leaning over her face, his penis deep in her mouth. Carol stimulated Marie clitoris with her fingers and Jan, reaching between Steve’s thighs, again fingered my wife’s anus. The other two guys stood watching, although not for long.
Directly Steve finished Marie was rolled over and lifted up onto all fours, a position she took up with alacrity. Richard began fucking her from the rear, Marie eagerly taking Paul’s penis into her mouth. Steve and Gordon played with her baloobas, the women taking a few pictures of the scene and at Max’s suggestion taking some of me crouched on the floor at the end of the dog lead.
When Richard had finished Paul took over. Gripping my wife’s hips he fucked her furiously while she sucked greedily on Gordon’s penis, knowing no doubt as I did, that he’d be next.
Indeed he was but first rolled her onto her back. While Gordon mounted Marie, Steve powerd his penis into my mouth. So it was that I had the humiliating task of sucking his penis while watching Gordon’s buttocks pumping up and down between my wife’s thighs. But there was worse to come.
A tug on the lead made me turn and I was surprised to find Carol holding the other end of it. I quickly discovered the reamister for the changeover when Max loomed in front and ordered me to lubricate his penis. Taking the tube from him I squeezed a copious amount of lubricant onto Max’s erect penis before disdainfully smearing it over his full length, assuming he intended anal intercourse with my wife in front of me and all the others.
I was wrong.
Back on all fours I was surprised to find myself being gripped firmly and held in place by two of the guys. Then my buttocks were pulled roughly apart and I was horrified to feel the lubricant being smeared on my anus. Next I felt the tip of Max’s penis prodding at it. My tormentor was about to sodomise me, surely the final ignominy in a long line of offense I’ve suffered at his hands.
“No!” I yelled when his penis drove into my anus.
“Oh yes!” Max shouted triumphantly as he began bum fucking me.
The shame and indignity of it, to be happening in front of all these strangers, several of whom were photographing what I thought to be my final degradation at the loathsome Max’s hands. Gripping my hips roughly Max drove in and out of my anus, taunting me and laughing exultantly.
“Put a cock in his month to shut the wimp up,” Max urged, my desperate yells ringing out.
Someone did just that but I’ve no idea whose it was. I just automatically sucked the penis, my mind in turmoil and feeling totally degraded by it all.
Max came suddenly and unexpectedly, it hadn’t taken long, and with his penis buried to the hilt inside my anus leaned over to hiss, “There you pathetic wimp. I don’t think you shall be so proud and haughty in future shall you?”
I said nothing, just relieved it was over, and breathed a sigh of relief when Max withdrew and moved away to view some of the pictures. My relief was short lived though when another penis drove into my anus. Again I yelled, my protests only arousing Max’s laughter and scorn, and prompting someone to power his penis down my throat.
“I’m going to sit back and enjoy watching the rest of the boys bum fucking you. Take plenty of photos girls they shall come in handy if the wimp gets disobedient in the future.”
With my head held in a vice like grip, the penis still in my mouth, I had no idea which of them it was sodomising me but knew it didn’t matter. From Max’s words they should all do it to me anyway so the running order was irrelevant.
Whoever it was lunged over me, balls slapping my thighs with every thrust of his penis into my anus. With his fingers pinching my nipples I recognised Paul’s voice when he hissed in my ear, “I’m coming, dumping my load deep up your bum same as I did in your wife’s cunt earlier.”
He did just that, fingers still pinching my nipples, balls squashed to my thighs. At which point I shamed myself by coming, my semen squirting on to the mattress arousing the men’s scorn and contempt.
“Who’s going next?” Paul asked as he withdrew.
No one replied but a third penis drove into my anus and I groaned, the other having been removed from my mouth. Perhaps it was that one now pumping in and out of my anus.
Either way it didn’t matter because they all did it to me, leaving me feeling ***d and sore. Max was exultant, standing over me where I’d collapsed on the mattress, laying on my own semen as it happened.
“There, that’s reduced you to a snivelling, whimpering worm,” he crowed. “Pity the District Councillors can’t see you now, arsehole gaping and covered in spunk.”
He turned away but paused to add threateningly, “Still, I’ve got plenty of photos of the day’s events.”
“I’m ready to go.”
It was Marie entering the room. I hadn’t even been aware of her absence but it turned out that my wife had gone for a shower after watching Max sodomise me and so thankfully seen nothing of my subsequent *** by the others.
“Marie’s got a client waiting at the hotel. You can drive her there and wait outside while your wife does the business. Then come back and pick me up,” Max instructed.
So it was that sometime later I parked on the large public car park adjacent to the hotel and waited while Marie went inside. It wouldn’t do to use the hotel’s very small car park even if there had been room, which is doubtful. In less than half an hour my wife was back, with nothing other than a slight flush to reveal she’d just had sex with a nameless stranger for money, money which she promptly gave to Max when we picked him up as instructed.
There’s nothing further to add really, about a very sordid and degrading episode, other than Max’s threat of similar episodes in the future.

Part 21

Monday, January 4, 2010.
“A friend of mine is organising a private party in here, a sort of reunion for his old school pals, many of who he hasn’t seen for years. You shall be concealed in the Priest’s Hole throughout,” Max told me while showing me the clearing up that needed doing in Function Room One, a regular job nowadays.
I was wondering what the point of shutting me in the Priest’s Hole for the duration of the party was, when Max enlightened me.
“After the meal Marie shall be providing the cabaret by doing one of her famous striptease dances and you shall be in here watching the effect it has on the guys.”
So that’s what it was all about.
Indicating the small stage at the far end of the room, Max went on, “They shall be in excess of twenty guys here that night and they shall be given a free hand to do anything they want with Marie. Her services are included in the price of the room. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if three or four of them joined her on stage to provide a bit of a show.”
“No!” I exclaimed.
“It’s quite possible you shall see twenty or more guys fucking your wife and I hardly need tell you she’s very keen. Whatever happens, Marie’s well used cunt shall see a lot of action that night and I wouldn’t be surprised if a few of the guys give it to her up the arse as well.”

Friday, January 22, 2010.
It’s the day of the reunion party Max has been taunting me about for weeks, the party during which, according to him, I can expect to see my wife used and used by in excess of twenty guys. Perhaps just an empty threat but I think I know Max well enough by now to fear it’s the truth.

Later
Indeed it was the truth! Tonight I’ve witnessed scenes the like of which I should never have expected to see outside a porn film, particularly not featuring Marie as the main performer and looking highly pleased with herself to be so.
The party started off, for me at least, as a long boring and nervous wait. Knowing I should be confined in the Priests Hole for a long period of time I deliberately refrained from takeing anything in the hours leading up to it, not wanting to have to stand there desperate for a pee.
When Max took me to the function room, well ahead of time, and ordered me to strip I hesitated but briefly. I didn’t need reminding about our contract. Reduced to my underwear, the usual stockings and suspender belt, pale yellow knickers and matching bra, I allowed myself to be shut inside the Priests Hole. Having no idea of the whereabouts of the release mechanism I nervously knew I was dependant on my Master, as Max likes to be called these days, letting me out.
After what seemed an age the dinner party got under way and I noted Max amongst the guests who were seated either side of a long table, or more accurately several tables pushed together. With nothing else to do I managed to count them while they were eating. Including Max they numbered twenty six.
It was only after the plates etc. had been cleared away that Marie, to an excited cheer, put in an appearance accompanied I was surprised to see by the rather severe Miss W*****, the senior receptionist whose haughty manner towards myself I’ve always found rather intimidating.
I was shocked to see my wife was dressed as a schoolgirl in maroon blazer and matching tie, white blouse and short grey skirt with white ankle socks. It turned out to be the uniform of their old school and the sight of Marie wearing it set off a clamour of excited voices.
Well, she started off her act by dancing, or perhaps parading should be a better description, on the table having been assisted on to it by the receptionist; the guests remaining seated on either side. While Marie pranced back and forth along the length of the table the men grew more and more excited by the views up her skirt.
“Good, she’s wearing navy blue knickers just like the girls at school,” someone yelled.
“Not for long.”
I recognised Max’s voice above the hubbub.
I have to admit to being fully erect as I watched my wife dancing on the table and saw the excited reaction of the guys, but was puzzled by the prim and proper receptionist’s role in all this. Of course Marie was in her element to be the centre of attention for all these lusting guys and when Colin jumped to his feet and seized her by the hips she was laughing almost hysterically. Others were on their feet then, numerous hands thrusting up her skirt.
“That’s it lads, don’t stand on ceremony. Get the tarts knickers down,” I was surprised to hear Miss W*****’s voice urge.
Marie had vanished from sight, presumably lying on the end of the table which was surrounded by guys. A cheer went up and climbing on a chair to see Miss W shouted excitedly, “That’s it lads, get her knickers right off and give the tart a good seeing to.”
She laughed when the navy blue knickers were thrown in her direction and jumping from the chair picked them up disdainfully to deposit the knickers in a bin bag containing remains of the meal.
“Take her over to the stage so we can all see what’s going on,” Max instructed.
Some of the guys moving clear I saw my wife, naked but for the socks, stretched out on the end of the table. Marie was being held down, not that there should have been any need, and two guys were fingering her vagina while others groped her baloobas, a sight which clearly delighted the senior receptionist.
Picking her up Colin carried Marie to the small stage on which had been placed an old bed, minus headboard, from the storeroom. On Max’s instructions I’d carried and assemred it there myself, naively wondering why he wanted it. Many of the men were stripping off and when Max produced a pack of cards and suggested dealing them out to determine the running order, thus avoiding impatience and argument, the idea met with approval.
“Don’t worry boys, there’s plenty for all,” he told them.
“That’s right, the sluts not going to leave this room ‘till you’ve all done whatever you want with her,” Miss W said gleefully. “Fuck the bitch back and front, over and over again. I want to see the tart carried out of here because she’s unable to walk.”
The senior receptionist’s attitude was a shock, coming from one I’ve found so severe and straight-laced. She seemed to be taking a surprisingly vindictive pleasure in seeing Marie stretched out on the bed, being manhandled quite roughly by some of the guys while the pack of cards were being dealt by Max, who I noticed, didn’t take one himself but was the only permister not to do so. I couldn’t avoid the unpalatable fact that it looked as if all twenty five guys intended fucking my wife!
“Yes!”
It was practically a shriek from Miss W*****, prompted by the sight of Colin mounting my wife. Her shriek was repeated, drowning any cry from Marie, as he began fucking her.
“That’s it, hold the bitch down and really give it to her,” Miss W***** urged gleefully.
Two of the guys were indeed holding Marie down but there was certainly no need.
The rest of them under Max’s direction formed a queue; many with cocks in hand as they waited there turn. It was an alarming but incredibly arousing sight to see all these guys waiting patiently to fuck my wife.
There was to be no respite at all as the guys succeeded one another, penis after penis driving into the very receptive Marie. It was clearly a scene which delighted the senior receptionist who yelled, “This is your come-uppance bitch, twenty five cocks filling your sluttish cunt with spunk.” A shout which puzzled me in its malevolence and bitterness.
Well she was right about the quantity anyway. One after the other all twenty five men fucked my wife, watched by the smiling Max and urged on by the vindictive Miss W*****.
“Come on don’t stop yet. Roll the slag over and do her up the bum,” Miss W shouted hysterically.
Many hands obliged, turning Marie over before pushing a number of cushions beneath her tummy.
“Tie her down lads,” Miss W urged, eyeing Marie’s rump powerd high in the air by the cushions, with a grim smile on her face.
“There’s really no need,” Max said, plainly trying to calm Miss W down a bit. “Marie loves it.”
“Well give me a belt someone. Let’s see how she likes this.”
One of the men handed Miss W a broad leather belt and she promptly lashed my wife’s buttocks with it. Marie howled, more in surprise than anything else I think, and Miss W laughed.
“Hold her down some of you while I teach the slag a lesmister.”
Laughing almost evilly Miss W lashed Marie’s buttocks unmercifully; my wife’s screams and yells only prompting laughter and further blows. However, despite her pain I could tell Marie was highly excited by what was happening to her.
“Enough,” Max shouted and with reluctance Miss W threw the belt down to squeeze Marie’s crimmister and ***d looking bottom.
Miss W***** hadn’t finished yet though. Grabbing an unlit candle she said, “Hold her cheeks apart, I shall open up the slag’s bum hole ready for your cocks.”
Looking as mystified as I felt a couple of the men spread Marie’s buttocks and with a triumphant cry Miss W drove the candle deep inside her anus. The yell from my wife was lost in cheers from many of the men. Laughing hysterically Miss W continued ramming the candle in and out of Marie’s anus, calling her a slag, a tart and a whore while doing so. Again it was Max who called a halt.
However, no sooner had the candle been removed from Marie’s anus than Colin drove his penis in instead, much to Miss W*****’s very obvious delight. Gripping her hips Colin bum fucked my wife with slow and steady thrusts.
Miss W*****’s eyes lit up as they travelled round the guys, many of whom sported erections as they watched.
“Your slag’s really in for a rough ride now, with all these guys waiting to pound her bum hole!” Miss W***** shouted exultantly to Max who merely smiled.
She moved away to stand beside him and I was surprised to see Max squeezing Miss W*****’s bottom. She smiled at him before turning her attention back to the action taking place on the small stage. By this time a second guy was bum fucking Marie and with considerably quicker thrusts than Colin had done.
“Your tart shall know she’s been through it by the time they finish with her,” Miss W said in a malicious tone.
“Yea, but Marie loves this sort of thing,” Max told her.
They were standing close to the Priests Hole and I was intrigued by the conversation, my attention swinging back and forth between their talk and the succession of guys bum fucking my wife. From the familiar way Max continued to squeeze and stroke Miss W*****’s bottom it became clear to me that there was history between them, a relationship perhaps judging from the talk.
“I can’t understand what you saw in the slag in the first place. Marie’s no more than a whore, a slut who shall drop her knickers for all and sundry,” Miss W expostulated vehemently.
“I never said she wasn’t,” Max told her. “My aim is to take the slut down to the depths of depravity and totally degrade her in front of her husband, an arsehole I’ve detested for years. He’s a stuck up pretentious bastard and now I’ve got him in my power I’m really going to enjoy rubbing his nose in the cuckolds brownie.”
Seeing her puzzled expression, Max explained, “I’ve got the wimp shut in the Priest’s Hole watching everything the guys do to his wife. Isn’t that right P****.”
He rapped the wooden panel but I didn’t respond my eyes still glued on the succession of men having anal intercourse with Marie.
“What, she’s married to the odd job man?”
“He’s not really an odd job man. I shall explain who he is later, for now lets enjoy the spectacle of his wife being used by the boy’s.”
Colin drifted across to join them, already having dressed, but fortunately didn’t block my view.
“You were right about Marie,” he said to Max. “She’s one horny lady, ten of the boys have given it to her up the arse and she still wants more. Don’t be fooled by the screams, no one holding her down are they. She’s free to call a halt anytime.”
“Hardly a lady, more a cheap slut who’s anybody’s for the asking,” Miss W***** remarked contemptuously.
It’s certainly true that my wife’s yells and screams were ringing out continuously as penis after penis drilled her anus, but equally true that she showed no signs of wanting it to stop. Twelve guys had now bum fucked her with three more sporting erections as they waited their turn.
Despite my concerns, both for the well-being of Marie, and the fact that several people including Max had been taking photos, I remained erect and stimulating my penis throughout. Unfortunately when Max unexpectedly opened the secret panel I still held my erection.
Seeing it Max laughed as he pulled me out into the room.
“Here he is boys, the cuckold husband who gets off on watching his wife in action with real men.”
From their reactions most of the men had been unaware of my existence inside the Priests Hole and appeared surprised to see me dressed in female underwear. I blushed crimmister, cringing inside, as Max dragged me around the room eager no doubt to humiliate me in front of the guys. The room exploded with the noise of their laughter and when hands pulled my knickers down and I was fully exposed, their jeers grew even louder. With the knickers ripped from my loins and stuffed into my mouth Max paraded me around the room, enjoying the sneers and jeers at my expense.
He brought me to a stop at the front of the stage where Marie lay where they’d left her, face down on the bed, her bruised and used body soaked with sweat, her own and the guys.
“Take a good look at the slut now the boys have finished with her. Your wife’s taken twenty five cocks up her cunt and fifteen up her arsehole,” he hissed in my ear. “See how both holes are gaping open from the pounding they’ve been given.”
Seizing Marie by the hips he lifted her up for my inspection, Miss W***** gleefully joining in by spreading my wife’s buttocks.
I gasped to see Marie’s anus, gaping and oozing semen, her upper thighs bathed in the stuff. The sight delighted Miss W***** even more and she delivered a vicious slap to Marie’s buttocks, chortling, “The slag’s no more than a spunk bank, the lads have filled her up to overflowing.”
“I’m desperate to pee,” Marie gasped.
“No problem, use this.”
Max proffered an ice bucket and squatting she peed into it, oblivious of the many watching eyes or that photos were being taken. Miss W***** seemed incredibly excited to see my wife urinating into the ice bucket in front of them all, a cheer going up when Marie inadvertently farted.
“Surely you shall want nothing more to do with the slag now she’s abased and degraded herself like this,” Miss W***** said to Max as the golden stream flowing from my wife’s vagina slowed to a trickle.
“Maybe not but I shall continue using her as the whore she is, and I shall make sure hubby here knows all about the hundreds of guys fucking his wife.”
Picking her up Max carried Marie towards the door, saying, “You know what to do Colin, I shall be back when I’ve dumped the slut in an empty room to rest.”
I quickly found out what he meant by that when some of the guys seized me and under Colin’s instructions powerd me face down on the sweat and semen soaked mattress. Willing hands held me down and I couldn’t even see whose hand it was spanking my bare and defenceless buttocks. I felt very vulnerable amongst the group of jeering, laughing men, Miss W*****’s excited shouts clearly heard above the hubbub, and when a hand delved between my thighs to squeeze my balls I knew it was hers and came immediately.
The beating continued, belts replacing hands from time to time, the wetness of my own semen spreading across my genitals as I twisted and turned desperately against the blows raining down on my buttocks. It seemed as if the guys were almost fighting amongst themselves in the eagerness to punish my bottom, egged on continuously by Miss W***** and Max, who had re-entered the room at some point.
Eventually Max called a halt saying, “That’s enough boys, I need the wimp in a fit condition to clean the room after the party.”
Talking and laughing the guys dispersed leaving me flaked out on the bed gasping and groaning, my ***d buttocks feeling on fire, oblivious of Max taking pictures.
“The boys have really flayed your arse,” he gloated. “You shall continue to do everything I say or I shall arrange another beating which shall make this one seem as nothing.”
Max tipped me off the edge of the bed and I yelled when my buttocks hit the wooden floor. They laughed and Max went on, “While you’re my unpaid servant doing anything I tell you, your wife shall spend much of the time on her back with her legs open for a succession of cocks, big or small, white, black or brown. From what we’ve seen tonight Marie shall be more than happy with her role, if your not with yours. Now get on and start cleaning this room.”
It was late by this time and there’s no way I could have completed the cleaning tonight so after quickly collecting the glasses Max allowed me to leave but with orders to report to reception at ten tomorrow morning.
The drive home was ***; my buttocks have never received such a thrashing.

Saturday, January 23, 2010.
Arriving at the hotel this morning I found Miss W***** behind the desk. She told me to take a seat, smiling at my grimace of pain on doing so. One of the receptionist eventually appeared and Miss W***** said, “This chap’s here to clean up after last night’s party in Function Room One. I shall go up and show him what to do.”
“Rather him than me, the rooms a right tip, and apparently it looks as if several people threw up in the toilets,” the receptionist commented.
“Good job we’ve got a cleaner in then. P**** follow me.”
I dutifully followed Miss W***** up the stairs to room one where I surveyed the mess with a sinking heart.
“Right you’d better get cracking; I want this room and the toilets clean and tidy by mid-day. According to Max you’re used to cleaning the public toilets, he says it’s the only thing you’re fit for, despite thinking it beneath your dignity.”
Well I laboured through the morning to get the function room ready before turning my attention to the toilets. There were several areas of congealed vomit and I was gagging and almost throwing up myself while cleaning them. However I was shockingly aware that something about my ignominious role, my total helplessness to do anything but submit to the odious Max’s shall, also had an almost exhilarating affect on me. I found myself revelling in my subservient role.
I was mopping the floor to finish off when I heard Miss W*****’s laugh. She stood in the doorway watching me and from her conversation I discovered the reamister for her vindictiveness towards Marie last night.
“It didn’t take your slag of a wife long to recover from last night’s pounding. An old guy in room three is giving it to the dirty bitch as we speak,” she sneered. “Max is taking me out for a meal tonight on the proceeds.”
When I asked why she seemed to hate my wife so much I learnt that the prim and proper Miss W***** had been Max’s Madam for a number of years before being displaced in his affections by Marie.
“Before that tart came on the scene he had eyes only for me,” Miss W***** explained. “Still, I had my revenge last night when those twenty five lads did as they wanted with her and showed your wife up for the slag she is. The dirty bitch had no hesitation in peeing in front of them all, disgusting!”
So, that was the reamister for her unexpected vindictiveness towards Marie. Jealousy.
“He’s back in my bed now though and I’m going to enjoy helping to thoroughly degrade the slut. We’re going to treat your wife as the whore she is, recruiting loads of men to do as they want with her,” Miss W***** spat out venomously.

Later
Being Saturday it was my weekly hand job from Marie but this time my offense was compounded by handing Max the required ten pounds under the watchful eye of Miss W*****. However I had no trouble developing an erection, despite both Max and Miss W*****’s ridicule.

Part 22

Saturday, February 27, 2010.
I followed Max to the cellars in some trepidation not knowing what he had in mind. In the first of them, a sort of anti-room, I soon found out. Max led me to the steel door beyond which stretched the cellars proper, and opening the square shutter which served as a small window invited me to take a look. The spectacle which met my eyes caused me to gasp loud enough for the occupants inside to turn and look at the door.
Marie was chained to the wall, naked but for torn and laddered stockings hanging loose on her legs, legs that were held wide apart by the chains attached to hooks in the wall. There were four guys in the cellar, none of who I recognised, and given the fact that they were all naked and sporting erections their intentions towards my wife, helpless and vulnerable, was plain to see.
“Good we’re in time,” Max hissed. “Due to your lateness I thought we might miss the show.”
Held up by unexpected roadworks I’d been about twenty minutes late reaching the hotel.
“These guys are going to fuck your wife while she’s chained to the wall. It’s a favourite fantasy of hers,” Max informed me, which is the first I’ve heard of it.
“Marie’s got lots of erotic fantasies and I’m going to enjoy helping her realise them,” Max went on. “But even more importantly I’m going to enjoy making you watch your wife’s depravity.”
“And I’m going to help make sure the slut’s well and truly degraded,” Miss W***** spat venomously in my ear, startling me as I hadn’t realised she’d joined us.
“Many, very many, guys shall have shot their loads inside the slag’s greasy and smelly holes, front and back, by the time I’ve finished with her. Particularly your wife’s tight little bum hole, which shan’t be so tight when it’s been pounded by hundreds of cocks!” Miss W***** sneered.
It can’t be denied that Marie’s excitement was plain to see as she stared hungrily at the guy directly in front of her as he stood stroking his erection. The two flanking her each sucked a nipple while fingering my wife’s vagina in unimister. At that point the fourth guy contented himself in taking photos.
“It’s your randy wife who wants a photographic record,” Max hissed.
“Go on then Frank her cunts open and dripping, give it to her,” one of the guys said, stepping aside.
“Oh god yes, yes, yes!” Marie screamed when the one called Frank drove his penis into her with a power that lifted my slightly built wife up on to the very tips of her toes.
As Frank’s penis continued thrusting in and out of her, Marie’s bottom was being powerd up and down against the brickwork, any pain only seeming to excite her further.
“The sluts arse shall know about it by the time these guys have finished with her,” Miss W***** crowed as we watched Marie being lifted off her feet by every thrust of Frank’s penis into her.
Despite the pain which must have been caused by her bottom rasping against the rough brickwork my wife was clearly loving every minute of it, barely giving Frank time to withdraw before yelling, “Next.”
“See what a whore you’re married too,” Max hissed contemptuously when Marie again yelled excitedly as the second penis slammed her up against the wall.
“A slag who drops her knickers for all and sundry,” Miss W***** added.
As time passed I couldn’t really see what was happening to Marie, flanked as she was by two guys, a third fucking her while a fourth waited his turn, penis in hand. I could hear her though and my wife’s wild and lusty cries plainly excited Miss W***** who crowed, “The skin on the slut’s arse shall be rasped, torn and redy, the way she’s being rammed up against the wall.”
It was true that my wife’s petite form was being powerd upwards by every penis thrust, the pressure lifting Marie off her feet, and she should have undoubtedly fallen but for the chains securing her to the wall.
By the time the fourth guy was fucking her Marie’s cries had become pitiful to hear, much to Miss W*****’s pleasure, but her state of high excitement remained very apparent. She seemed to revel in the pain inflicted on her bottom as it was powerd against the rough brickwork time and time again by the succession of guys fucking her chained to the wall.
It was while Marie was being released from her chains that Max opened the door and led me through into the next cellar, my bra and panty clad body provoking the guy’s amusement.
“This is the cuckold I told you about. Take a look at his tiny cock.”
Max hooked my knickers to one side revealing my genitals and provoking more laughter.
“Did you ever see such a tiny willy,” Miss W***** jeered, setting off another round of derisory laughter.
“Take a look at your wife now these lads have finished with her, cunt gaping and spunk dripping down her thighs,” Miss W***** said, pushing me towards Marie.
Released from her chains Marie turned so that we could inspect her torn and redied bottom, Max asking her if she’d enjoyed it.
“Oh god yes, it’s was an incredible experience.”
“You shall have to go on top for sex ‘till your arse heals,” Max commented.
“No problem, you know how much I like to ride a guys cock. Particularly yours,” my wife replied.
“Not any more sweetie, Max is mine again now. But we all know that any old cock shall do for you and your going to get plenty, believe you me,” Miss W***** said, sliding an arm possessively around Max’s waist.
He laughed, turning his complacent smile my way, before unzipping his trousers and urging Marie to suck him off.
“Just one last time to humiliate the wimp,” he explained to Miss W*****, who didn’t look any to pleased about it.
“Doesn’t need much encouragement does she? Bet you wish it was your cock receiving the treatment P****,” Max taunted, when my wife took his penis between her lips.
With his clothing down to his knees Marie gripped Max’s bared buttocks as she worked on his genitals. It was inevitable that I should humiliate myself in front of the four guys by masturbating as I watched my wife licking and sucking his balls, Max in turn watching me with a superior smile on his face. She was fingering Max’s anus while sucking ardently on his penis when I came in my hand, sparking more contemptuous laughter from the guys. He came soon after; flashing me a triumphant grin, as with his penis deep down my wife’s throat she eagerly sucked the last drops from it.
Next it was my turn to be chained to the wall, but facing it. Of course I knew what to expect when Max pulled my knickers down, but still howled when the first blow was delivered to my exposed buttocks.
“That’s it lads, take your belts to the wimps arse and show him no mercy,” Max urged before he and Miss W***** left, supporting Marie between them.
The four guys took him at his word, lashing my defenceless buttocks for what seemed an age, beating me from either side and replacing one another periodically. When it was finally over I hung from the wall whimpering in my pain and offense, the guys jeering and taunting me about how much they’d enjoyed fucking my wife.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010.
Yet another shocking event this evening, Miss W*****’s presence and vindictive pleasure in watching, and actively encouraging the proceedings somehow making it seem so much worse.
On arrival at the hotel we were met in reception by Miss W*****, whose gloating and smug demeanour when telling us to follow her should have forewarned me that something out of the ordinary was going to happen. Her open contempt for me is one thing, actually I suppose I lap it up, but her disdain for and vindictive attitude to my wife is something else.
Miss W***** makes no secret of her avowed aim to get back at Marie in any way she can for the loss, however brief and temporary it may have been, of Max’s affection.
“In there and strip, both of you,” Miss W***** said, opening the door to one of the larger rooms. “Place your clothes out here in the corridor when naked.”
With that she turned on her heel and left.
Marie of course had no hesitation in undressing and placing her clothing in a tidy pile outside the door. I on the other hand hesitated, concerned about leaving my clothes out in the corridor at the whim of any hotel guest who happened along.
“Go no, you know you have to do as she says,” Marie pointed out, Max having made it very clear that we show Miss W***** the same total obedience as we do him.
I reluctantly undressed and added my clothing to the pile outside, although retaining my wallet as a precaution.
Naked, we waited, both wondering what they had in store for us. For once Marie was as much in the dark as I. Inevitably I developed an erection gazing wistfully at my wife’s naked form.
“That shan’t do you much good!” Miss W***** jeered, spotting my erection when she suddenly entered the room.
“Here she is then lads, the tart with her cuckold husband in tow,” Miss W***** said as introduction to the three black guys who filed into the room behind her.
I flushed crimmister to see their grins when the guys saw my erection but they quickly transferred their interest to Marie.
“A sweet little thing,” one of them drawled in an American accent, wasting no time in taking my wife’s baloobas in his hands.
“Yea, a picture of innocence,” another drawled, kneeling and licking her bottom.
“You wouldn’t say that if you saw the speed with which the tart whips her knickers off at the prospect of a cock inside her. See how eagerly she spreads her legs,” Miss W***** crowed.
My wife had certainly moved her feet apart with undue haste when one of their hands delved between her thighs.
The third guy, Joel, was undressing with Marie watching intently.
“Lovely!” she exclaimed directly his large and very erect penis was exposed.
“Show your appreciation then girl,” Joel said, joining in the laughter at the speed in which Marie dropped to her knees in front of him.
“That’s it slut do the only thing your fit for,” Miss W***** practically snarled when Marie began licking and nibbling the end of Joel’s penis.
The other two, Ty and Delroy, undressed while watching my wife sucking their friend’s penis. Soon, she held a penis in each hand while sucking on a third, the guys replacing one another constantly.
“I’m really looking forward to seeing this, apparently it’s another of the sluts fantasies, unbelievable as I find it,” Miss W***** said.
I looked at her quizzically, knowing she must mean more than just three guys fucking my wife, after all it’s almost common place nowadays!
“Two big black cocks up your wife’s greasy cunt simultaneously. These lads are really going to open her up!”
“No!” I gasped, not believing my ears.
“Oh yes,” Miss W***** crowed. “These lads know the score and are going to give her the works.”
We were watching my wife hungrily licking Delroy’s balls and when he turned and spread his buttocks she promptly did the same to his anus.
“Look at the dirty bitch!” Miss W***** exclaimed contemptuously. “Pity Max isn’t here to see his slag getting pounded into the ground by these American servicemen, several more of who should be along soon.”
Miss W***** was clearly becoming more and more worked up, the sight of my wife now licking Joel’s anus delighting her.
“The bitch has no shame,” she hissed at me before shouting excitedly, “Get the slag on the bed and give it to her the way we planned!”
Ty stretched out on the bed and the others lifted Marie on to him, her happy cry ringing out when she found herself impaled on his penis.
“That’s it, now a second,” Miss W***** shouted.
Climbing on to the bed Joel straddled the others before squatting. Miss W***** knelt, pulling me down with her. I really didn’t want to see this but found myself watching in morbid fascination as Joel struggled to insert his penis in Marie’s vagina alongside Ty’s.
“Yes!” Miss W*****’s exultant shout rang out when the second penis suddenly slid inside.
“Oh god yes, yes,” Marie yelled as the two guys began fucking her, both cocks drilling her vagina.
“The camera, I must get some pictures of this!” Miss W***** exclaimed looking for, and quickly locating it.
I remained on my knees watching, and despite my feelings of shock and repugnance to see how much my wife was enjoying such sordid activity, found myself annoyed that Miss W***** blocked my view from time to time while taking her pictures.
It was Joel who came first and almost fell as he climbed off.
“Go on Delroy, put your cock in alongside Ty’s, should be easier now the slag’s cunt’s been opened up,” Miss W***** urged.
Well, her words were true enough because taking up the position vacated by Joel, Delroy’s penis slipped inside my wife’s vagina alongside Ty’s with remarkable ease.
Marie’s bottom and the tops of her thighs were all I could see of her, sandwiched between the guys, but an erotic sight it was. My wife’s white skin contrasted sharply with the black guys, her pink vagina lips stretched and distended by the two thick cocks drilling it.
“I hope your friends are coming Joel,” said Miss W***** looking anxiously at her watch.
“They shall be here but I shall call ‘em anyway.”
However, before Joel finished punching in the number on his mobile there was a light tap on the door.
Opening it Miss W***** cried excitedly, “Come on in lads, join the party.”
I cowered in the corner, acutely aware of my nakedness, as four well built black guys filed into the room, some wearing USAF uniforms. However, after a cursory amused look my way they turned there attention to Marie, manically riding Ty’s thrusting penis. Delroy had finished and climbed from the bed while my attention was distracted by the new arrivals.
My wife must have been oblivious of the newcomers because rolling off Ty her face lit when she saw the four guys stripping off.
“Oh lovely!” she exclaimed, eagerly spreading her legs.
“Your slut wife’s depraved and corrupted,” Miss W***** hissed contemptuously in my ear. “I could have guys queuing all along the corridor and down the stairs waiting to come in and fuck the slag and she wouldn’t say no.”
The newcomers exchanged high fives with the original three before one of them went to mount Marie.
“No, not like that. Let the bitch ride you so the others can join in. I want to see two cocks inside her sluttish cunt again.” Miss W***** called.
So it was that the guy stretched out on the bed and Marie straddled him, giving vent to the very familiar cry as she sank down on his penis. Miss W***** insisted I return to the foot of the bed as a second guy climbed onto it and seemed jubilant as we watched the two big black cocks driving in and out of my wife’s vagina.. The one on top presumably had the better friction because he quickly came, his place being taken, equally quickly, by one of the others.
Miss W***** was growing more excited by the minute and with the second guy being replaced by the third, crowed, “Don’t think this shall be the end of things because it shan’t.”
Directing my attention to the fact that several of the watchers were sporting erections, Miss W***** said, with undisguised delight, “Your slut wife’s flabby cunt shall be of no use to them now they’ve opened it up with a double pounding. For the next round they’re going to drill her bum hole.”
However, first there was a further indignity. Directly the last guy had finished Marie jumped from the bed and saying she was desperate to pee, ran to the en suite.
“Look at the vulgar bitch, she hasn’t even bothered to close the door,” Miss W***** spat contemptuously.
Indeed we could see my wife sitting on the loo urinating, a couple of the guys nipping inside for a better view!
Returning, Marie promptly knelt on the end of the bed and lowered her head to rest it on a hastily grabbed pillow.
“See how eager the slut is,” Miss W***** spat contemptuously as we contemplated Marie’s bottom, high in the air.
“Right P****,” she continued in a business like tone. “You can hold your wife’s buttocks apart while the guys drill her bum hole.”
Miss W***** clearly noticed how exciting I found the touch of my wife’s flesh on my hands as I spread her soft buttocks and teased me accordingly. However, I was more concerned with the large and fearsome looking erection about to penetrate her anus.
Marie’s yell when it drove into her was deafening and Miss W***** laughed.
“This shall teach the slag, seven big black cocks pounding her tight little bum hole in quick succession. It shan’t be as tight by the time these guys have finished with it,” she crowed exultantly.
My eyes were fixed magictically on the penis driving steadily in and out of my wife’s anus, as before finding the comparimister of black skin against Marie’s lily white flesh a highly erotic sight. I hadn’t even looked up to see which of them it was, only noticing Ty when he grunted, “I’m coming,” his body jerking as he released his semen deep inside my wife’s anus.
Directly he withdrew Delroy took over, Marie’s yell when the second penis drove into her anus not quite as loud as with the first.
And so it went on, my wife yelling almost continuously as penis succeeded penis, although I think both Miss W***** and I knew her cries were ecstatic ones.
Miss W***** was herself so highly charged, and jubilant about what she clearly looked upon as Marie’s punishment, that she almost forgot about the camera and only started filming when the fifth of them was enjoying anal intercourse with my wife.
I was relieved to think it the last as the seventh penis drove into her anus, although from Marie’s excited yell she should have been keen for eight or nine. My wife’s orgasms while the guys were bum fucking her, most fingering her vagina whilst doing so, were both wild and numerous, the juices squirting and running down her thighs.
It was over but I had to continue holding her cheeks apart for the exultant and jubilant Miss W***** to film my wife’s gaping anus overflowing with semen.
Next, and as though to complete her offense, Miss W***** asked for one of them to take a belt to Marie’s backside. The guys were hesitant until Joel stepping forward delivered a mighty blow to my wife’s buttocks. Marie howled and Miss W***** shouted hysterically, “Great, give the slag a thrashing. Hold the bitch down some of you, the rest beat her bum to a pulp.”
“Anything you say Marm,” one of the men said, giving Marie’s buttocks a clout with his hand.
With Marie’s bottom still marked and scarred from her treatment in the cellar a month ago, I begged Miss W***** to take pity on her.
“Pity!” she exclaimed scornfully. “I shall make the slag rue the day she seduced Max away from me. He soon woke up and saw your wife for the whore she is though and Max is now as keen to reduce her to the sewer where she belongs as I am. I’m going to assist him in degrading and humiliating you, and in return he’s going to help me do likewise with Marie.”
There was no arguing with Miss W*****’s vindictive and vengeful nature and any further protests died on my lips.
Some using their belts, some hands, the guys continued to beat my wife’s backside and it didn’t escape anyone’s attention that Marie didn’t need any holding down, she was clearly loving it! Although that wasn’t at all to Miss W*****’s liking.
Marie’s sordid encounter was finally over, but not my own offense because picking my wallet up from the bedside cabinet, Miss W***** tossed it to Joel saying, “Share it out as reward for a job well done.”
She flashed a beaming smile at me as I watched my wallet being emptied and the money distributed amongst the men, Joel commenting that there wasn’t much between seven of them.
“Empty the slag’s handbag as well, she shall be glad to pay for your services shan’t you slag?” Miss W***** gave Marie’s buttocks a slap as she remained laying face down on the bed. “She shall soon make good the loss by opening her legs for a few clients.”
“Why thank you Marm,” Joel replied.
She gave Marie’s backside another slap and getting no response from her Miss W***** spread Marie’s buttocks, saying, “Take a good look at your wife’s gaping bum hole, well and truly opened up by seven big cocks pounding it.”
She wasn’t wrong there, Marie’s semen coated anus gaped open, her buttocks and thighs a mass of bruises. Despite it all though I could tell she was ecstatic to have been used by the guys solely for their own pleasure.
Having taken Marie’s money the American servicemen went on their way chatting happily.
“Right, get this room thoroughly cleaned and the bedding changed,” Miss W***** ordered me, telling Marie to clear off without even allowing her a shower.
“Your wife can walk back to the car park with spunk from both her smelly holes running down her thighs,” she spat venomously.

Part 23

Wednesday, April 21, 2010.
Although experiencing a weird excitement by adopting a very subservient role to Joe, who certainly brought out my masochism during the two years he spent punishing and humiliating me while fucking my wife, it’s a very different matter to find myself in a similar position with the loathsome Max. The fact that our feelings of detestation for one another are mutual, but that he has the upper hand, makes my servile position to him altogether different.
Of course I have no choice but to obey the bastard, knowing that any refusal is bound to result in our secret lifestyle becoming common knowledge. The offense of facing my colleagues on the council should they know that my wife has been fucked by close on three hundred guys, in all sorts of situations and circumstances but often with me watching and masturbating; Max by this time possessing many compromising photos, doesn’t bear thinking about. So it is that I agreed to take the afternoon off and meet him, Miss W, and Marie at lunchtime in the H******** pub.

Later
Max and Miss W were alone at a table when I arrived and seeing me looking about Miss W said, “The whore shall be back in a minute, she’s gone to the loo. I suppose you thought the slag was up to her usual tricks and opening her legs for some guy.”
Marie appeared soon after, walking through the bar, her short and rather tight black skirt revealing the outline of suspenders. Mine weren’t the only eyes to feast on Marie’s figure, Max commenting that as ever my wife exuded sexuality.
“A couple of guys fucked your wife at the hotel this morning and she knows I’ve got something special lined up this afternoon. See how excited she looks.”
Marie certainly seemed animated as she sat down; asking if we were going now I’d arrived.
“See how impatient the slut is for another five cocks,” Miss W sneered.
Crossing her legs, the short skirt riding high, Marie was very aware and plainly revelling in the many looks she received, but I looked about nervously hoping none of the customers knew us. The H******** is much to close for comfort and it’s a distinct possibility that people from W******** use it and should recognise us. With Max squeezing Marie’s thigh in full view, thus adding to my nervousness I was glad when a frowning Miss W said we ought to go.
“The bikers shall be growing impatient and might leave before we get there,” she said, laughing at Marie’s rapid exit.
Max told me that it wasn’t far to go and we’d all travel in my car as the parking space should be limited. Well, he was right on both counts. Following his directions I left S***** on a long straight road, soon leaving the small industrial area. He told me to slow down and then pull up in a gateway almost on the bend at the end of the straight. There was just room for my car among the motorbikes and riders. Miss W had said five in the pub but I counted seven leather clad figures, the sight of them clearly exciting Marie.
“Perhaps be as well to take your stockings off otherwise they shall get torn,” Max suggested.
With guys looking in the car windows my wife hiked her skirt up to do just that, affording them a very sexy display.
“Red knickers,” someone commented.
“Red for danger,” from another.
“Yes, danger big hole!” exclaimed Miss W, the bikers laughing.
We had to climb over the padlocked gate, Marie’s display of thigh and knickers again exciting the bikers. Max brought us to a halt just a few steps along a track bordering the small private airfield.
“The bunker,” he said pointing to a grassy mound.
I wouldn’t have given the mound, covered in long grass, nettles and brambles, a second look and was amazed to learn it was an old wartime bunker. The entrance was virtually concealed by long grass but we followed him down into it, passing an old wheel someone had dumped, before entering the bunker proper.
The bikers had evidently been down already as a number of candles were brownietered about the dark, dank bunker. It was dirty and smelly, the floor strewn with litter, amongst which were used condoms. Someone had even defecated in one corner! However the filth and squalor of the surroundings clearly excited Marie who clapped her hands together squealing with delight when Max said the bikers were going to strip her naked and take her, one after the other, on the filthy concrete floor.
“Not enough room down here for everyone though so we shall take the wimp back outside and deal with him there,” Max said ominously. “Do your best boys.”
“Or your worst,” Miss W added. “Strip the bitch naked and get her down on the filthy floor where she belongs. Give her a good fucking amongst the garbage.”
With a last look at my wife, whose skirt and top were already off, and seeing the many hands pulling her knickers down, I followed Max and Miss W back up into daylight. Leading me to the far side of the bunker, out of sight of the nearby road, he ordered me to strip. I undressed, Miss W watching with a malicious smile on her face, a smile which broadened when we heard Marie’s loud shriek from within the bunker. Reduced to just the stockings, suspenders and frilly white knickers I’d donned, knowing Max should expect me to be wearing female attire; I saw with surprise that he was rolling the old wheel from the bunker entrance.
“Get those knickers off P****,” he ordered, laying the wheel amongst the grass on the side of the bunker.
Next I was ordered to lay face down over the wheel, a position that raised my backside in the air. Then, and taking me by surprise, they tied my wrists to some metal rings in the ground, rings which had been concealed by the long grass. When my ankles were dealt with in the same way I must admit that the feeling of complete helplessness had a disturbingly arousing effect on me.
“As each one finishes fucking your wife the bikers shall be coming out to thrash your arse with their belts, some of which I was pleased to see are studded,” Max taunted me. “First though I shall warm it up with some nettles the way I enjoyed watching Joe do what, it must be about a year ago.”
“No, not that!” I shouted, Miss W laughing her vindictive sounding laugh.
Then I screamed as without warning nettles were brushed across my buttocks. If anything the pain from the nettles was even more excruciating than when Joe had done it and I howled. They were both tormenting me then and it was Miss W who viciously thrust a handful of nettles between my thighs. As usual she seemed more sadistic than Max and my balls felt on fire from the stinging nettles pushed against them time and time again. It was almost a relief when one of the biker’s appeared, despite the leather belt in his hand.
The biker laughed to see me stretched out over the wheel wearing nothing but stockings and suspenders.
“Give his arse six of the best with your belt as hard as possible,” Max said.
“Make it ten,” Miss W urged, again thrusting the nettles against my balls to make me howl.
“No six shall be enough. Don’t forget there’s another six guys to come.”
I felt relieved by his words but then yelled when the biker suddenly and unexpectedly lashed my buttocks with his belt. Max and Miss W laughed and continued doing so as the biker continued lashing my buttocks with his belt.
It was over but my relief didn’t last long as a second biker emerged from the bunker and immediately took over. To Max’s delight the second biker’s belt was a studded one and I yelled continuously as he beat me with it, the metal studs cutting into my already ***d flesh.
So it went on until all seven biker’s had used their belts on my backside, which also meant of course that all seven had fucked Marie.
“Right, over with him,” Max said and willing hands released my ankles and wrists from the hooks and turned me on to my back.
“No, no!” I cried, seeing both Max and Miss W with nettles in their gloved hands.
“Oh yes!” Miss W chortled, plunging her nettles on to my balls yet again.
Max joined in, brushing my penis with his nettles, a penis which I’m ashamed to say was fully erect, despite both the pain from the nettles and the scorn of the bikers. Again I howled continuously, pleading with them to stop. However it was only when Miss W remembered my wife, still down in the bunker, that the nettles were abandoned.
“Get back inside and do the slag up the bum. Let’s hear her yells out here while you all give it to her,” she urged the biker’s, who turned and were practically fighting to be first in the bunker.
After a brief pause Marie’s loud shriek was heard from below and Miss W went to the entrance to see what was going on.
“It’s that big ginger haired guy. He’s really pounding your wife’s bum hole while the others hold her down, not that the slag needs any holding,” she crowed jubilantly.
At least I was spared any more torment from the nettles. Miss W continued to watch from the entrance to the bunker, giving a running commentary about the goings on inside. While Max stood watching me, a gloating sort of smirk on his face, as we listened to Marie’s on-going shrieks and yells emanating from the bunker.
Some of the bikers were beginning to drift back out by the time Miss W shouted jubilantly, “The fifth one’s up her now, the big bearded guy, and he’s really pounding the slags bum hole. Listen to the bitch scream!”
Marie’s yells, echoing and resounding from the mouth of the bunker, were certainly wilder than anything we’d heard before and I wondered if what was happening to her was too much, even for my randy wife.
Eventually all the bikers had emerged into the daylight leaving my wife flaked out on her stomach in the bunker, well and truly fucked according to a highly delighted Miss W.
“If anyone needs a piss the wimp’s body looks as if it needs cooling down, piss on him,” Max told the bikers, who immediately surrounded me on the mound.
It was the big bearded guy, having taken up his position on the very top of the mound straddling my head, who began urinating first, quickly directing the stream on to my face. I closed my eyes but not before I’d seen Max’s smirking face through the throng. I couldn’t close my ears though and as others began urinating on me I heard his triumphant laugh ring out.
Tied down over the wheel I could do nothing to avoid the streams as the seven bikers urinated on me, some starting as others finished, and most directing their pee onto my face at some point. Throughout it all I had to listen to their sneers and jeers, the despised Max’s voice uppermost.
Afterwards Max thanked them for their help in subduing me, as he called it, and the bikers went on their way. My offense wasn’t quite over though. With her body looking dirty and bruised, Marie emerged from the bunker and while Miss W mocked her for the state she was in, Max asked if she’d enjoyed herself.
“Oh god yes!” my wife exclaimed, inevitably arousing Miss W’s contempt.
“I shall just add my quota then, before we go,” he said and before I realised what was happening started urinating over me.
Catching me by surprise Max managed to direct his pee into my mouth before I had a chance to close it, amusing both himself and Miss W.
Not having the means to clean ourselves both Marie and I had no choice but to dress as we were. At least my wife’s body was merely bruised and dirty, whereas my painful frame was soaked in urine, my clothes sticking to it. All in all it was a humiliating end to a very humiliating day, at least for me. Marie, it goes without saying, found the entire experience exhilarating.

Friday, May 21, 2010.
I knew Marie had been enjoying occasional sex sessions with Alan, my old school bully, but until earlier today hadn’t seen him since the night of his party. This afternoon though, by a quirk of fate he was quick to capitalise on, I caught Alan in my bed!
I left the office early, work being a bit slack at the moment, and drove straight home otherwise I should have missed him. An unknown car was parked on the drive, not an unusual occurrence these days, and in the lounge I saw various items of hastily discarded clothing, both male and female.
Familiar sounds, rhythmically creaking bedsprings, masculine grunts mingled with my wife’s ecstatic cries, drew me upstairs and I arrived at the bedroom door just in time to witness the climax. The, at that time unknown, guy’s buttocks were jerking spasmodically between my wife’s thighs, the muscles visibly clenching as he released his semen inside her. Marie’s own joyous shouts rang out as she clung to the grunting guy.
It was only when he rolled off to lie panting beside her that I was horrified to recognise Alan.
“Ah, my husband!” Marie exclaimed before heading for the bathroom and a shower.
An unperturbed Alan stretched expansively out on the bed, my bed, a smile on his face.
“Recognise me from the old days, do you?”
I nodded, my mouth suddenly feeling dry and not trusting myself to speak.
“So, how’s it feel to know I’ve just fucked your wife, and not for the first time?” Alan grinned, folding his arms behind his head.
Gritting my teeth I again said nothing and Alan, spreading his legs, relaxed on the bed looking highly pleased with himself.
“I’ve not forgotten you either and when Max introduced me to his PA, apparently she’s working for you now, I was intrigued to learn who she’s married to. A tasty little thing your wife and it didn’t take me long to get inside her knickers. I’ve enjoyed fucking her these past six months. More importantly, every time I drove my cock inside your wife’s cunt or up her bum I was able to think of you and imagine my pleasure when revealing all to you at some future date.”
Powerfully built and intimidating, Alan suddenly leapt from the bed and catching me by surprise, powerd me to my knees.
“Smell your wife’s cunt on my cock and eat your heart out, grass,” he snarled, thrusting his penis in my face.
All my old fears of the school bully came back and I found myself literally grovelling at Alan’s feet as he snarled, “I’ve had my cock hard up your pretty wife’s bum hole a dozen times. How does that grab you?”
He was kneeling then and with me flat on my back, his knees straddled my head. Grabbing a handful of my hair, Alan snarled “Suck my cock, you bastard,” and powerd it into my mouth.
Unbeknown to Alan, Max has clearly told him nothing of our lifestyle, I’ve sucked quite a few of my wife’s lover’s cocks and so I automatically did likewise to his. His triumphant laughter however had an evil ring to it.
“Do you know what I’m going to do tomorrow afternoon? Oh I forgot you’ve got a mouth full of slimy cock and can’t reply,” he jeered, removing it.
“Well I’m going to tie you up, probably with your cock hanging out so I can have a good laugh because according to Marie it’s not up to much. Then I’m going to strip your wife very slowly before your eyes and,” he paused for dramatic effect. “And then I’m going to fuck her nice and slow on the marital bed in front of you.”
I couldn’t prevent a groan escaping my lips at that point and he laughed.
“Another day I shall spread your wife’s bum cheeks and give it to her up the arse, again with you all trussed up and watching. I’m also going to enjoy giving you the thrashing I always wanted to give you at school for grassing me up. I’m going to take the skin off your backside with a whip and the lovely Marie shall be watching your offense.”
I found myself twisting and turning in helpless rage beneath the powerful and jeering Alan.
He left soon after so Marie saw nothing of his treatment of me. However she confirmed he’s returning tomorrow and also having agreed to go along with whatever he has in mind to belittle and humiliate me.
“It’s amusing to watch you squirm,” she smiled.

Saturday, May 22, 2010.
The stepladder I’ve been using for the re-decorating was just outside the front door when Alan arrived and seeing it unfortunately gave him ideas.
“Carry that stepladder up to your bedroom,” he commanded imperiously.
I hesitated until Alan, grabbing my shirt front, snapped, “Do it. You know you’re not a match for me.”
Laughing, Alan followed me up the stairs and into the bedroom where Marie was already waiting. After kissing her Alan placed the stepladder near the wall and opened it up with the steps facing the foot of the bed.
“Stand with your back to the rungs,” he snapped, producing a set of handcuffs.
Feeling numb with apprehension I had no choice but to do as he said. Pulling my wrists back behind the stepladder Alan snapped the handcuffs in place on them. Then, as if I wasn’t helpless enough, he produced some cord and tied my knees to the stepladder, affectively holding my legs apart. His grinning face close to mine Alan ripped my shirt open, yanking it free from the waistband of my trousers. Pinching and twisting my nipples painfully, he hissed, “I’m really looking forward to getting my own back on you.”
My yelps of pain increased Alan’s laughter and he only stopped pulling my nipples in order to undo my trousers.
“Now let’s have a look at this tiny cock your wife’s been telling me about.”
“You shall need a magnifying glass!” Marie humiliatingly exclaimed, the comment pleasing Alan as he yanked my trousers down.
With my trousers down around my knees I squirmed helplessly as Alan pulled my underpants down, the pair of them laughing when my penis, inevitably and embarrassingly erect, was fully revealed.
Secured to the stepladder, shirt open and yanked down to my elbows, trousers and underpants down round my knees, I felt helpless and vulnerable when an exultant Alan hissed in my ear, “I’ve had your wife loads of times but today I’m going to have her before your very eyes, this is the moment I’ve been looking forward to.”
Irritatingly it was Marie, slipping her top off and inviting Alan to do the same with her bra, who started the ball rolling. Her back was towards me and I had little choice but to watch Alan’s fingers unclipping Marie’s bra. Tossing it aside he grinned over the top of her head at me as he yanked my wife’s skirt up and plunged his hands down inside her knickers.
“Ah nice, soft warm flesh to play with,” he said, while I groaned to see the outline of Alan’s fingers inside my wife’s knickers, kneading and squeezing her buttocks.
“Your wife’s bum feels lovely,” he taunted, “but I think I shall have a little play with her baloobas now.”
Spinning Marie round to face me his hands came up to cup her baloobas, my wife’s cry of delight as he teased her nipples pleasing him. Again I groaned, this time at the humiliating way my wife unzipped her skirt and let it fall, clearly eager to play her part in his tormenting of me.
“Look what sexy little black knickers your wife’s wearing and know that in a few minutes I’m going to have them off and take my pleasure with her,” Alan taunted.
I’m not sure what was worse, seeing the old school bully running his hands all over my wife’s body, or the very willing way in which she accommodated his wish to humiliate me, and I groaned again despite not wanting to give him that pleasure.
“I always thought you a pompous arse at school but you’re not so pompous now,” Alan jeered. “Watch my hand.”
Slowly and inexorably Alan’s fingers crept down inside the front of my wife’s knickers, Marie’s legs parting eagerly.
“Your wife’s cunt feels lovely and wet. She’s obviously ready for my cock,” he taunted.
“Take your knickers off for me,” he urged Marie, who naturally enough didn’t need telling twice.
With his eyes running over my now naked wife Alan began undressing. Turning his attention to me he said, “I’d forgotten what a weedy kid you were but seeing your skinny frame and miniscule cock reminds me how you were the laughingstock of the showers. I also remember you thought yourself a cut above the rest of us but how we all used to take the piss out of you.”
Naked himself now Alan flaunted his erection at me before Marie dropped to her knees and took it between her lips.
“Not such a stuck up brat now are you, with your wife sucking my cock,” Alan jeered.
For several minutes I watched Marie sucking his penis and balls, aware of his smirking face watching me the whole time.
“Ah, revenge is sweet indeed,” he said eventually.
Telling Marie to lie on the end of the bed and bend her knees right back and far apart, Alan stood beside me to enjoy the view.
“Look at your wife’s cunt, all wet and open for me,” he taunted. “But I’m in no hurry; after all I can enjoy it whenever I want.”
Yet again I groaned, more through frustration than anything else. With hands under her knees holding them doured back and wide apart Marie was fully exposed to our gaze. Alan advanced and standing to the side ensuring I could see, tickled my wife’s anus with a finger tip, making her squeal excitedly. He laughed at my facial expression before kneeling to kiss Marie’s bottom while continuing to tease her anal opening with a finger.
“Hmm, this really is a nice sexy little hole. I’m really looking forward to stretching it open with my cock with you watching.”
Abruptly standing he returned to my side.
“Now I’m going to take great pleasure in fucking your wife in front of you, filling her cunt with my cock. A nice revenge on you for grassing me up,” he jeered, waving his erect penis at me.
“No!” I exclaimed sorry.
“Oh yes,” Alan taunted. “I’m going to thoroughly enjoy shooting my load deep inside your pretty little wife.”
With that he promptly mounted her, my wife’s ecstatic yell as his penis slammed into her the cause of his exultant laughter. With Marie’s legs now pinned back by his shoulders Alan fucked her furiously, my wife’s joyous cries ringing out. Secured by the handcuffs I could do nothing but watch Alan’s broad backside humping up and down rapidly as he fucked my wife.
With a suddenness which surprised me and drew a disappointed wail from Marie he withdrew, and running to the rear of the stepladder, undid the cords holding my knees before unlocking the handcuffs. A merciful release that didn’t last long. Before I realised what was happening Alan had powerd me to my knees and again clamped the handcuffs on my wrists behind the stepladder.
Kneeling beside me Alan looked at the bed where a clearly frustrated Marie waited.
“Yes, that should do it. I want you to be able to see my cock drilling your wife’s cunt,” he hissed in my ear. “Afterwards I’m going to enjoy wiping my slimy cock all over your face and making you suck it.”
Quick as a flash he was on top of her again and Marie’s cry when his penis drove into her was one of relief.
“Can you see it; can you see my cock penetrating your wife?”
“Yes,” I groaned, my response clearly pleasing Alan.
“Good, keep watching because this is something you shall be seeing a lot of. I’m looking forward to powering you to watch the many occasions I fuck your wife.”
It goes without saying that I continued to watch Alan’s humping buttocks and his penis driving in and out of my wife but there was more to come. Again he withdrew but this time Marie’s frustrated wail changed to one of delight when he told her to go on top.
“I want hubby to see how much you like riding my cock.”
Their positions reversed Marie eagerly lowered her self onto Alan’s erection.
“Now I can watch your wife’s lovely little baloobas wobbling about while we fuck,” Alan twisted to look round her body at me. “And you can see my cock buried to the hilt up her cunt.”
Indeed I could and I watched my wife enthusiastically riding Alan’s thrusting penis with considerable envy. It’s been many years now, nearly seven in fact, since I’ve enjoyed that pleasure!
“Tell me what you can see,” he suddenly called.
I hesitated but said eventually, “Your penis sliding in and out of Marie’s vagina.”
“You were always a fastidious prude at school. Repeat it using four letter words and refer to Marie as your wife.”
This time there was even more hesitation before I haltingly said, “I can see your cock driving in and out of my wife’s cunt.”
Laughing exultantly Alan told me to repeat it and continue doing so until they’d finished.
“I can see your cock driving in and out of my wife’s cunt,” I said, my voice sounding hoarse as I kept up the mantra-like refrain.
“I can see your cock driving in and out of my wife’s cunt. I can see your cock driving in and out of my wife’s cunt. I can see your cock driving,,,,”
Suddenly my refrain was interrupted by Alan shouting triumphantly, “And now I’m shooting my load deep inside her, filling your wife’s cunt with my spunk. What do you think of that?”
My loud involuntary groan brought forth another peal of his exultant laughter before Alan said, “I think I shall put you through the ringer like this fairly often in future. It’s good to see and hear you squirm.”
Marie departed for a shower directly it was over and fortunately missed Alan’s finale act of the day. Standing in front of me, legs apart, the grinning Alan rubbed his penis back and forth across my face.
“There, can you smell your wife’s cunt on my cock?”
“Yes,” I groaned before the bastard powerd his penis into my mouth.
“There you pathetic sod, suck my cock fresh from your wife’s cunt.”
I automatically did as he said, Alan’s exultant laughter ringing out.
He left soon after, but with the promise of an early return and with a whip, not only leaving me feeling drained and humiliated by what had taken place, but apprehensive for the future.

Part 24

Saturday, June 26, 2010.
As is usual on these occasions Marie’s ebullient spirits made it plain she knew what to expect while I, also as usual, remained in the dark. I’d been instructed to pick Miss W and Max up from his house having been told only that another of my wife’s fantasies was about to be enacted. Marie wore a sleeveless top, rather low cut, and the inevitable short skirt. Her legs were bare, the day being a very hot one.
With Max and Miss W in the back I drove to his instructions, eventually finding myself on a very quiet road between S********* and P*******.
“Stop!” he called suddenly and reaching over to squeeze my wife’s thigh, added, “This is where you get out, it’s about to start. Excited?”
“God yes!” Marie exclaimed, opening the car door.
She began walking along the road away from the car and I looked quizzically at Max.
“We shall just sit here and wait,” he said, a grin on his face.
There was virtually no traffic on the road as we watched Marie walking away from us, the sight of her short skirted figure and swaying bottom producing the inevitable erection.
The silence was broken by a noisy pick up truck with a couple of old washing machines on the back driving passed, followed by a large dark blue and battered looking van, both vehicles stopping just beyond Marie.
“Looks like traveller’s eh, P****?” Max said.
I nodded and he went on, “I seem to recall you don’t like travellers.”
“They’re alright,” I muttered, noncommittal.
“They’re alright but not living near your premises. It was mainly through your objections that the traveller site proposed for the outskirts of B********* Industrial Estate, next door to your works in fact, was scuppered in favour of the residential area.”
I said nothing to that, Max knew full well the stance I’d taken on the issue and the strings I’d pulled to effect the outcome of an enquiry.
With Marie’s quickening pace taking her ever closer to the vehicles I saw a number of men climbing out of them, their appearance confirming in my mind that they were indeed members of the travelling community. When she drew close to the van words were clearly exchanged but we were to far away to hear. However, the rear doors of the van opened and more guys appeared. The newcomers seized my wife and almost before I realised what was happening threw her roughly into the back of the van, a couple of guys following her in. Before the doors closed I caught a glimpse of my excited looking wife on the van floor, her skirt having ridden up on landing, pink knickers fully exposed to the guys.
The vehicles moving off Max told me to follow them. Not for long though, both pick up and van soon turning off the road onto a track leading into a small wood. On Max’s instructions I followed and parked behind the van.
“Out you get. Let’s see what’s going on,” the grinning Max said.
I followed him over to the small windows in the rear doors of the van and with a sense of foreboding looked in.
It had only been a matter of minutes but already my wife had been stripped naked by the men, a sight which clearly delighted Miss W.
Altogether there were nine of them, far too many for the van to hold, and so most joined us to watch through the windows.
“Get your kit off ready for a turn lads. Hubby here shall hold your trousers while you all do the business with his wife,” Miss W urged.
Laughing, the travellers divested themselves of trousers and underpants which were handed to me and I soon found myself in the humiliating position of holding a large heap of clothing belonging to the guys queuing up to fuck my wife.
Through the window I could now see a broad and powerful looking backside rising and falling steadily between Marie’s thighs, just about all I could see of her other than her hands at the sides, a penis in each.
The men succeeded one another and Miss W hissed in my ear, “This is only for starters. Once these lads have finished with your wife she shall be taken to K S where lots of others shall be able to do as they want with the slut.”
Feeling decidedly foolish I remained in the ignominious position of holding the men’s trousers and underpants while one after the other they climbed into the van to have sex with my wife.
Once all nine had fucked her, a very hot and sweaty looking Marie was lifted from the van and carried a bit further into the wood. Placed upright facing a sapling, Marie’s wrists were tied to it quite low down, the reamister for that becoming apparent when her ankles were yanked backwards until my wife’s body was at a right angle to the tree. The rough treatment and the position she found herself in clearly excited Marie who squealed almost hysterically as her feet were powerd apart and held there by a metal bar, the ends of which were strapped to each ankle
Marie appeared exhilarated by her helplessness as many hands groped her sweaty body. Fingers pinched and pulled at my wife’s nipples while others were thrust roughly in and out of both vagina and anus.
“Look at the spunk running down your wife’s thighs from the sluts overflowing cunt,” Miss W taunted. “Now it’s the turn of her bum hole to be opened up, ready for the scores of lads waiting to do her at the traveller site.”
Max dragged me forward to make sure I could see as the first of them, the same broad powerful looking guy who went first in the van, drove his penis into my wife’s anus with a power that made her yell. Leaning over her he grabbed Marie’s baloobas as he bum fucked her with the same steady rhythm as he’d done it to her in the more conventional way earlier.
My wife’s yells and screams rang out in the woodland as penis after penis drove into her anus, clearly delighting Miss W who taunted her that this was merely the Hors d’oeuvre for the main course still to come. However, I think that both Max and I knew her screams were of excited anticipation at the prospect of being used and used by lots more men, rather than anything else.
Five of the travellers had anal intercourse with my wife and it seemed to be at an end, or perhaps I hoped it was.
“Right lads, back in the van with the bitch and take her to KS,” Miss W commanded in her usual imperious tone.
Marie squealed excitedly as she was manhandled to the van and thrown roughly into the back of it. It moved off, as did the pick-up but in the opposite direction, and at Max’s orders I did likewise, driving towards the traveller sight with a sense of foreboding. At the entrance to KS a rough looking guy stepped into the road and on recognising Max greeted him.
“This the bastard who doesn’t like our kind is it?” he said, turning his attention to me.
“Yes, is his wife here?” Max said.
“Oh yea, the boys are stringing her up as planned. A good looking piece.”
“Good, let’s go and see!” Miss W jumped from the car and headed towards a derelict house on the edge of the traveller sight, abandoned as I knew, by the owners at the time it was set up.
Max and I followed and we heard Miss W’s exultant laughter long before we entered the doorless house, her laughter drawing us to what should have been the lounge. In the musty-smelling room with flaking paintwork, I gasped at the sight which greeted us. My naked wife was hanging upside down, her ankles secured far apart to hooks in the ceiling. Marie’s fingertips just about brushed the floor, her long curly hair cascading down between her hanging arms. Suspended there, legs held wide apart by the hooks, Marie plainly revelled in her helplessness.
There were a number of travellers in the room one of who bent his head between her thighs to inhale deeply.
“What a smelly cunt!” he exclaimed, continuing to sniff.
“Of course it is she’s just been fucked nine times, the slag’s a whore,” Miss W told him. “You’re all getting it for free though.”
“This one game as well is she?” an oldish looking guy said to Max, catching Miss W by surprise as he yanked her skirt up.
“Stop them Max!” Miss W appealed as another guy pulled her tights and knickers down to her knees.
Max watched for a few seconds, a faint smile on his face, and only called a halt when one of the men powerd a hand between the screaming Miss W’s thighs.
A flustered Miss W quickly pulled her knickers and tights back up before approaching my helpless wife and bringing her hand sharply down between her thighs.
“That was your fault bitch,” she told Marie and proceeded to spank her buttocks, the travellers clearly enjoying the spectacle.
As Marie’s howls rang out, the room seemed to fill even more, and there must have been ten or more guys watching by the time Miss W had finished venting her spleen.
“Cut her down and take her upstairs for the next instalment,” Miss W told them before kneeling to hiss in Marie’s ear, her voice barely heard above the hubbub, “Now your going to get fucked by scores of guys, cock after cock drilling your sluttish cunt and bum hole. You shan’t know what day it is by the time they’ve finished with you.”
Released from her ignominious and uncomfortable position Marie was carried from the room with the noise of many feet clattering up the uncarpeted staircase as she was borne aloft. The three of us followed but at the door leading to what should have been the main bedroom found it impossible to get inside.
“Clear a path boys, we want the Councillor to see every thing that happens to his wife, don’t we now.”
At Max’s words a gap opened up and I saw Marie tied to a bed, but tied in an awkward looking way. Each of my wife’s ankles was tied to a corresponding wrist but with the cord looped over a slat of the wooden headboard first. Not only were her legs kept very wide apart, much to the delight of Miss W, but the slightest movement of an ankle had the effect of jerking the corresponding wrist. Marie was completely helpless again and with perhaps ten or twelve guys eagerly dropping trousers and underpants in the bedroom while others waited on the stairs, obviously in a very highly charged state.
The first of them mounted my wife and her loud yell when his penis drove into her seemed one of release.
“For most women, certainly with any self respect, what’s happening to Marie should be a fate worse than death,” Max commented as we watched the succession of guys mounting her.
“Not for his slut wife, the slag loves it,” Miss W said contemptuously, Marie’s ecstatic cries ringing out as penis after penis drove into her.
“I hope your keeping score,” Max said but I wasn’t, my eyes glued magictically on the succession of backsides humping up and down between my wife’s thighs.
“Well that’s fourteen,” Max told me as a sweating guy heaved himself off to be replaced immediately by another. “And don’t forget she’s already had nine in the van.”
“Hold it,” Miss W called when the fifteenth heaved himself off. “Untie her some of you.”
I thought it was over but my relief was short lived. They untied her but Marie’s respite was also short lived when Miss W yelled, “Tie her wrists to the bedposts lads, then double the slut’s legs back to tie her ankles the same.”
My wife’s squeals and cries when numerous hands tied her up in the position Miss W said were more in relief that it was continuing than anguish I noted. She was immobilised almost bent double, legs powerd wide apart. Hands mauled my wife’s baloobas, others her bottom, fingers invading vagina and anus, Marie being helpless to stop them even if she wanted to.
“A choice of holes lads, take your pick but I want to see lots of you do her up the bum. Really give it to her hard lads, I want to see cock after cock pounding the slag’s bum hole,” Miss W yelled hysterically and seemed disappointed when the first of the travellers to mount my wife in the new position drove his penis into her already overflowing vagina.
Miss W’s disappointment didn’t last long however as the next of them did indeed drive his penis deep inside my wife’s anus, a wail breaking from her lips.
“Yes! This is more like it,” Miss W yelled jubilantly as the traveller bum fucked Marie vigorously.
“There are guys still queuing up on the stairs, I’d better make a note which of your wife’s holes they use,” a grinning Max said when the next of them also opted for her anus.
“You count how many use the whore’s cunt, I shall keep a check on her bum hole. I hope my score’s higher than yours,” Miss W said.
The next, choosing anal intercourse delighted her, as did the long queue of travellers waiting their turn.
Miss W’s laughter sounded almost evil at times as we watched the succession of guys mounting my wife, some fucking her vaginally but most using her anus.
“That’s ten,” she crowed. “How many have you got?”
“Only four.”
Max’s reply delighted Miss W whose exultant laughter rang out again as yet another penis drove into my wife’s anus. And the room was still full of guys waiting to take a turn although at least the throng on the stairs had thinned out.
“Right boys, take the Councillor back downstairs, strip him naked and do as we planned,” Max said when it was finally over.
Ignoring my protests the travellers manhandled me down the stairs and tore my clothes off. Then I found myself being lifted and strung up exactly as Marie had been earlier but with the advantage of being taller my hands touched the ground and so I was able to at least partially alleviate an uncomfortable position.
Next, seven or eight guys urinated over me, the urine running down my suspended body to form a pool on the floor below. Released, I was lowered to the floor where I lay in the pool of their urine. There was more to come though. With hands holding me down others then urinated on me.
“That’s it boys use the bastards face as a toilet,” Max said, giving my testicles a slap.
I yelled, presumably his intention, because my mouth immediately filled with urine. I spat it out only for a large traveller to kneel over my head and roughly power my mouth open. His rather smelly penis brushed my face before he began urinating into my open mouth.
“Drink it down Councillor,” he snarled, and almost gagging I had no choice, laughter ringing out as I swallowed.
Two more travellers urinated into my mouth before they all appeared to have finished. Not my ordeal however.
“Good, you’ve got the emasculator. Castrate the bastard,” a voice said and feeling cold steel touching my inner thighs I screamed.
“That’s it boys take his bollocks off. They’re of no use to him,” Max shouted.
Feeling the cold metal of the fearsome looking emasculator on my testicles I screamed continuously, begging them not to do it.
“OK Councillor we shall leave your balls in place but only if you agree to bring your missus back here whenever we want to make use of her,” the large traveller said.
“Yes, yes, anything,” I wailed desperately.
“Look at the pathetic wimp, he’s blubbing,” Miss W jeered as I sobbed with relieve when the metal implement was withdrawn from my testicles.
Of course Miss W was jubilant, reminding me of my promise to the large traveller.
“Your slut wife is theirs to use as they want,” she taunted as I staggered to my feet. “You’re committed to deliver the whore to them whenever they say.”
The tears were still running down my face as I was again strung upside down from the hooks.
“Right boys use your belts and anything else that comes to hand on him,” Max said.
“Yea, let’s flay the bastards arse,” from the large traveller.
It was Max who set the example, beating my buttocks three or four times with his belt.
Others followed and I was soon yelling almost continuously as a succession of traveller’s thrashed my buttocks, some using belts, others sticks. Finally several of them stubbed their cigarettes out on my already ***d bottom.
Dressed but in agony I was carried from the derelict house and thrown on to the floor in the rear of my car. Marie was already there, laying along the back seat her clothes in tatters. Looking very hot and sweaty my wife lay with legs flung wide, the smell emanating from her nether regions filling the car.
“Open the windows Max. Get rid of the stench from the slag’s gaping cunt,” Miss W said.
Max drove my car from the traveller sight with every jolt from the rutted track making me yell with pain, something which clearly delighted the pair of them.
“Do you want to know the final score?” Miss W turned in her seat to ask.
Well I didn’t really but Marie replied in the affirmative. However it was to me that Miss W turned.
“Your wife was fucked by twenty seven guys in the house which with the nine who did her in the wood, makes thirty six. Best of all is the fact that nineteen guys did the slag up the bum,” she crowed.
“That’s only the start,” Max cut in. “Your wife shall be taken on a tour of all the camps in the area to be fucked by hundreds of travellers before your eyes. And you shall do the Chauffeuring otherwise I shall let them castrate you, get rid of your useless shrivelled up little balls.”
“Might as well take his little boy’s cock off while your at it, all he ever does is play with it while his slut wife screws around,” Miss W jeered while I gritted my teeth.

Part 25

Monday, July 19, 2010.
Arrived home to find the car I’ve come to know and dread parked on the drive. Alan came out as I approached and said in a loud voice, “Five minutes earlier and you’d have seen me fucking your wife on the dining room table.”
Insolently slamming the front door in my face he pushed me aside and went on his way laughing, while I was left on the step fumbling for my keys and hoping the neighbours hadn’t heard his words.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010.
Alan’s car here yet again when I came home. This is really getting too much. Today I met him in the hallway, doing his trousers up as he descended the stairs.
“I’m on a fortnight’s holiday so shall be able to enjoy your wife’s body every day,” he told me while swaggering to the door.

Saturday, July 24, 2010.
I suppose it was inevitable that Alan should turn up at some stage today and he arrived soon after lunch.
“Where’s the stepladder?” he snapped at me.
I replied that having finished the decorating I’d returned the stepladder to its normal place in the garage. Alan admonished me for not leaving it in the house and when I protested about not wanting it cluttering up the place, yelled, “Shut up you worm. Fetch the stepladder and take it up to the bedroom.”
Remembering Alan’s unpredictable and volatile temper from school all my old fears of him came rushing back and I hastened out to the garage. Carrying the stepladder into the bedroom I found them on the bed, my wife’s very short skirt up around her waist and with Alan’s hand inside her knickers. Marie’s hand was busy inside his open fly.
“Set the stepladder up as before then strip naked,” Alan barked and I again hastened to carry out his orders.
Naked I was secured to the stepladder exactly as I had been nine weeks earlier, wrists handcuffed behind it, knees tied to the uprights. Satisfied with his handiwork Alan leisurely undressed, taunting me about my wife being his to do as he wanted with.
“And this time I’ve remembered to bring my riding crop so as to thrash your backside after I’ve enjoyed Marie’s bodily charms,” he jeered.
“Surely you’ve humiliated me enough,” I begged, my bottom hardly recovered from the beating it had received from the travellers.
“Oh no, this is just the start. I’m going to fuck your wife and whip your arse time and time again in the coming months but you’ve got no one to grass me up to nowadays,” he jeered sadistically.
Removing his underpants Alan held them up to my nose telling me he’d deliberately worn the same pair for several days.
“Smell a bit do they?”
I tried to turn my face away, confirmation enough, but the bastard powerd his smelly underpants into my mouth.
“There, suck on my piss stained trousers and don’t dare spit them out or I shall give your balls a good hard squeeze. Might even put them in the vice I saw in your shed while fucking Marie out there,” he threatened, cupping my testicles in his hand and squeezing lightly to make sure I got the message.
Alan had always been a malicious and sadistic bastard at school and I didn’t doubt he’d carry out his threat. I certainly made very sure that his smelly underpants remained in my mouth until Alan himself removed them, some forty minutes later. First though I had to watch his activities with Marie.
“This is the next stage of my revenge,” he jeered. “Today you’re going to watch me enjoying anal intercourse with your very sexy wife. I’ve never known anyone who likes it up the bum the way Marie does.”
Tied naked helpless and vulnerable to the stepladder I could do nothing, not even groan for fear of dislodging Alan’s smelly underpants from my mouth, as he very slowly stripped my wife. He was leering at me the whole time he undressed her. Then, flashing me a triumphant and evil looking grin, Alan lowered his face between my wife’s thighs and she was soon squealing happily. The smug bastard brought my wife to orgasm surprisingly quickly, his tongue at work on her clitoris, fingers teasing her anus, Marie’s joyous cries echoing round the bedroom.
“There, now you’ve seen for yourself how much your wife likes the feel of my tongue on her cunt,” he jeered, raising his face from between her thighs. “Next you can see how much she likes sucking my cock and balls.”
Marie immediately went to work, taking Alan’s penis between her lips and running her fingers over his balls.
Alan’s smile was one of jubilation and he jeered, “You’ve got an hard on but mine’s the cock your wife likes to feel up her cunt and bum.”
I struggled in vain against my bonds, not really knowing why, as I continued to watch Marie licking and sucking Alan’s penis and balls. He watched me the whole time, a supercilious and triumphant grin on his face, plainly enjoying my discomfort.
“Now we must find the best position so that you get a good clear view of my cock drilling your sexy wife’s anus,” Alan said, climbing from the bed.
First he positioned Marie kneeling on the edge of the bed, sideways on from me, and after checking my viewpoint dragged the stepladder with me secured to it, a little to the left and closer. To my relief he then removed his smelly underpants from my mouth.
He was ready and spreading my wife’s buttocks Alan dribred a copious amount of spittle down on to the crevice between them.
“Now tell me exactly what you see, same as you did a few weeks ago,” he snapped, erect penis in hand clearly about to penetrate Marie’s anus.
“I can see your penis beginning to enter my wife’s anus,” I stuttered reluctantly.
“Good, carry on describing what you see and don’t forget the words I want to hear you say.”
“I can see that your cock’s nearly fully inside my wife’s anus,” I responded.
“Good, carry on.”
Alan was jubilant as he began bum fucking Marie vigorously.
“I can see your cock driving in and out of my wife’s anus and she clearly loves it.”
I don’t know why I felt the need to humiliate myself further by adding the embellishment but it evidently pleased Alan who urged me to continue in similar vein.
“I can clearly see your cock driving in and out of my wife’s anus, fully penetrating her with every thrust, and Marie very obviously loves every minute of it.”
Over excited now Alan’s buttocks were clenching and he yelled, “Yes, yes.”
“Your cock’s buried to the hilt inside my wife’s anus and your coming deep inside her,” I gasped, sweat pouring down my helpless body and desperate to stimulate my own erect penis.
“That was brilliant. I’m definitely going to make you give a running commentary again in future,” Alan gasped.
Turning Marie round to face away from me he again spread her buttocks.
“There, now you can see my spunk in and around your wife’s gaping bum hole,” Alan crowed jubilantly.
“Fetch a bowl of warm water, you can wash my cock and balls,” he said, releasing me from the stepladder. “When you’ve done that you can fetch the riding crop from the boot of my car so I can give your arse a good thrashing.”
Still erect, a fact which aroused Alan’s contempt, I meekly turned to do his bidding, Alan’s triumphant laughter following me to the bathroom.
I’ve washed guy’s genitals following their sex sessions with my wife a number of times before but now found it the most humiliating experience of my life, doing it to the old school bully. Alan just laid back, a satisfied and supercilious smile on his face, while I soaped his penis and balls, his occasional jibes and jeers not to mention the taunting reminders about the riding crop making my offense and anguish infinitely worse.
“I can honestly say this is the best day of my life,” Alan told me while I dried his genitals. “To have you wash my equipment after I’ve bum fucked your wife in front of you is revenge indeed. And in a few minutes my revenge shall be sweeter still when I thrash your arse to make you scream while all the time remembering that your wife’s mine to fuck whenever I want.”
Hands behind his head, Alan lay back on my bed smiling up at me as I stood towel in hand, my ignominious task complete. “Now go and fetch the riding crop from the boot of my car. While we’re waiting I shall enjoy the feel of your wife’s mouth on my cock yet again.”
And when I returned carrying the fearsome looking implement that’s precisely what she was doing. Alan secured me to the stepladder again but this time facing it so that I was bending slightly forward. Then he stood in front of me flexing the riding crop and to my shame I found myself trembling at the sight of it. Holding the tapped handle Alan brushed my face with the triangular shaped leather paddle taunting me about what he was going to do to me.
“Your pathetic little cock’s still hard I see. After I’ve thrashed your backside I shall let you play with yourself for our entertainment,” he said, prodding my erection with the crop.
“I shall warm his bum up a bit, ready for you!” Marie said, much to my annoyance and Alan’s delight.
She began spanking me and I howled, more in anguish that she could join my enemy in his chastisement and offense of me, than the pain. Alan of course encouraged my wife in her spanking of me, soon suggesting his belt when she complained that her hand was stinging. Not as much as my backside, I thought bitterly.
“I am enjoying this!” Alan exclaimed, flourishing the crop in my face while lightly squeezing my balls to make me howl.
I gritted my teeth; devastated by the vindictive way Marie seemed to be thrashing my backside, inwardly cringing at the ignominy of my wife joining so enthusiastically in Alan’s desire for revenge.
“There, his bum’s glowing. Really lay into it with your riding crop,” Marie said eventually.
“I shall that,” Alan said yanking my head up to spit in my face. “I shall show the wimp no mercy as I flay the skin from his arse.”
“Oh God!” I groaned.
Adding to my anguish, pain and sense of total offense, my wife was laughing and calling encouragement as Alan began beating my backside. On and on it went and I was yelling and screaming in pain almost continuously. True to his word he ignored all my pleas for mercy as he continued to thrash my ***d buttocks, only stopping I suspect when his arm ached. The sweat poured from my body and I sobbed, sinking to the floor when he released me from the stepladder.
“There, that’s reduced you to the snivelling worm you are,” Alan sneered. “Now play with your little cock for our amusement.”
There were on the bed then with me kneeling on the floor at the foot of it.
“Lay back, spread your legs and let the pathetic creature have a wank while looking at the promised land,” Alan said, Marie of course slipping a pillow beneath her bottom before doing so.
I immediately began masturbating, I could have done no other, staring between Marie’s wide spread legs.
“That’s right look at the cunt that’s mine for the asking and play with your little cock, you wanker,” Alan sneered.
Indeed I did just that but as I stared at my wife’s vagina, the lips swollen and gaping following her very rampant sex life, my thought’s were on the hundreds of men who have fucked her. Groaning, I quickly came.
“Good, now bugger off and take a walk or something. I’m going to fuck your wife and leave my spunk deep inside her, unlike you who can only come in your hand.”
Washed and dressed I made for the stairs, Alan calling after me, “Lock the door on your way out and don’t come back ‘till my car’s gone.”
My buttocks on fire I left the house but glanced back up to the bedroom window just as Alan looked out. Perhaps he’d been waiting because he scornfully stuck two fingers up at me and grinned. Feeling belittled I walked away from the house, knowing there should be no point in trying to sit down anywhere!

A very old story (again, no idea where I found this) ...

Adventures of the Wrestling Couple



First Adventure

My wife, Bernie (Bernadette) and I were new to the wrestling crowd. We had been married for several years when our sex life and sense of adventure began to seriously wane. Bernie discovered my stash of old Cavalier and Nugget magazines and became interested in the catfighting stories and pictorials. Bernie finally shared with me her discovery and the thought of engaging in a catfight with another woman was exciting to her. She wanted to see me fight another man for her and we agreed to try and find another couple to fight.

We placed an ad in a sex magazine and luckily our ad was quickly answered by another couple in our area. We agreed to come to the couple’s home, which is a large residence in the country with no immediate neighbours. They had a basement that was lined with mats and had a few chairs in two corners. To describe my wife, she is 36 years old, is 5.3’’ tall and weighs 135 lbs. Bernie has short straight brown hair that runs about 2 inches below her ears and on to her neck. She is well developed at a 36 D. Her weight has settled in her hips, but not overly so: she was a softball player in school and is fairly athletic. I m 38 years old, 6.1’’ and weigh 220 lbs. I was a football player in school and have a large build with brown hair.

The couple we were facing are country-western types. The wife, Marie is 35 years old, is 5.6’’ tall and weighs 145 lbs. Marie has curly light brown hair. She is a 36 C. Marie is somewhat muscular ands very solid with solid hips and thick muscular legs. She is a tomboy/cowgirl type and had probably been in her fair share of fights. Her husband, Guy, is 35 years old, 6.4’’ tall, about 250 lbs, a cowboy with a muscular build. After short conversation and some beers, we agreed to nude wrestling matches with the losers to submit to the winners’ wildest desires and/or offense. Bernie seemed nervous, but confident in her abilities; I was both nervous and excited. Both couples stripped and it was agreed that the women would wrestle first. Guy and I sat in chairs in opposite corners of the mats.

Both women walked to the center of the mats and began circling each other, looking each other over. Marie stopped and said, “You re going to get your arse beat bitch” and with that the fight was on. Bernie and Marie grabbed handfuls of each others hair and began yanking away. After a few minutes of this Marie pulled her right hand out of Bernie’s hair and slapped my wife 3 times hard across the face. This caused Bernie to let go of Marie’s hair and grab her face while backing away from her. Marie began laughing at Bernie. Bernie was enraged at the slapping and charged Marie like a mad bull.

Marie being experienced simply sidestepped and did a judo hip toss on Bernie causing my pretty wife to flip over and crash hard to the mat on her arse and back. Marie laughed again and Bernie slowly got off of the mat holding her back in pain.

Marie advanced on Bernie grabbing her by the hair and punching her twice in the stomach, causing my wife to gasp and double over with pain. Marie then spun Bernie around and pulled her back by the hair straightening my wife, and then gave her four hard punches to the kidneys and small of the back. Bernie screamed in pain and grabbed at her back. Marie then wrapped her left arm around Bernie’s throat and began obligation her and grabbed Bernie’s right tit with her right hand pinching the protruding nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

My wife grabbed Marie’s hand on her tit and pulled at her arm with little or no effect. Within a few seconds she began to pass out. Marie loosened her fetish and said, “Not yet bitch, I’m not finished”. She shoved my wife to the floor, face first. She then grabbed her legs, lifted her, and rolled her on her back. Bernie was crying for Marie to stop, but to no avail. A smile crossed Marie’s lips as she spread Bernie’s legs and then smashed her foot into my wife’s cunt 5 to 6 times. Bernie howled in pain and tried to protect her womanhood. Marie then dropped her leg and stood over my helpless wife. Marie suddenly dropped herself on to my wife, expending the air from her midsection and crashed down. She grabbed Bernie’s arms and powerd them over her head. Then she used her left hand to powerfully hold Bernie’s arms down and above her head. She grabbed Bernie’s tits with her right hand and slapped and squeezed. Marie then began biting Bernie’s nipples and tits causing extreme pain to my wife.

Marie tired of this and positioned herself on her wife’s chest and then began slapping Bernie’s face repeatedly with both hands. My wife was nearly out by this point. Marie turned herself around and placed her arse and hairy pussy on my wife’s face and commanded Bernie to eat herself snatch. Bernie tried to wiggle out of this, but failed and angered Marie. Marie clamped her thighs around Bernie’s head and buried my wife’s face deeper into her snatch. Bernie relented and began to lick and suck Marie s cunt. Marie became excited and started to grind her arse and pussy harder on my wife’s face. Marie climaxed after a few minutes. Marie then grabbed Bernie’s legs and bent them back toward her head spreading them and pinning them under her legs while straddling my wife’s face. Bernie’s trimmed pussy and arse were completely exposed.

Marie looked at her husband, Guy and said, “Let me loosen her up for your big cock” She then began working her fingers in and out of my wife’s pussy and arse. Marie worked all four fingers into both my wife’s arse and cunt bringing my beaten wife to a shuddering climax. Marie got up and grabbed Bernie by the hair dragging her to my corner and dropped her at my feet. Marie looked at me and said, “You’re next peckerwood” and then walked over to Guy’s corner. I picked up my wife and placed her in the chair. Bernie came back to her senses and started to tell me how sorry she was for losing. I comforted her and told her I was proud she tried so hard. Bernie told me to win for her in my match. After tending to my wife, we began.

I was still turned on by Bernie and Marie’s match and when Guy and got to the middle of the mats it was clear he was too. We both sported raging hard-on’s. I am an average size man with a 6’’ dick, but large balls. When I saw Guy though I had to stop and take a second look. Guy has tremendously hung his cock was 12’’ long and 4 to 5’’ in girth. He also had big balls, much bigger than mine. I was amused that Guy had shaved virtually all of his pubic hair away making his cock seem even larger. The thought of this man having his way with me and my wife frightened me. We both looked at each other in the center of the mats and immediately went to each others arms and necks. Guy was not only larger in size, but much quicker and stronger than me. Guy tied my arms up and got me into a headlock. Guy was able to power me on to the mat and he exerted such pressure on my head I thought my head would burst.

I tried to work into a position to escape, but the more I struggled the worse it became. Guy started to probably feel his ability to have his way in the match and slightly released the pressure in the headlock. I sensed an escape and punched Guy in the stomach several times and he released me from the hold. I backed away and started to get up. I was slightly dizzy from the red rushing back into my head. Guy also had gotten up and it appeared my punches had done little or no damage. Guy laughed and said to me, “So you want it rough?”. I knew that I had pissed Guy off and a chill set through me.

Guy advanced toward me and I tried to circle to the right. Guy dove toward my feet and caught my calves in his hands. I grabbed at his arms to try and break his move, but with one quick pull I found myself on my back and my legs split sticking up in the air. Guy brought his foot up and down into my stomach. I gasped as the air shot out of my lungs. I tried to grab his foot and he stomped my stomach 3 or 4 more times.

Guy then reached down and grabbed my hair with both hands literally jerking me to my feet. I grabbed his hand to try and stop him from ripping my scalp off. As is brought my hands up Guy released his right hand and punched me twice in the stomach and once in the jaw. I damn near ******. My hands dropped to my sides as Guy slapped me several times in the face and punched me in the forehead knocking me to the ground. I was groggy from the beating and was lying on the mat flat on my back with my legs bent at the knees and spread.

The fog started to clear in my head as I saw Guy towering above me. He was laughing at my predicament and clearly enjoying himself. I tried to think of a move to make to equal the match up. As I thought, Guy went to work. He clearly wanted to end it early and easily. I started to move to get up and at that time felt my balls explode as Guy slammed his foot down on my nuts. Guy’s foot crashed into my balls 3 more times and I tried to cover and roll away without success. Guy stopped and I managed to roll over on to my knees. I tried to crawl away and my balls exploded again as Guy kicked me and caused me to topple over on to my back. I felt all of my strength leave me body. Guy decided to do a coup‑de‑grace and reached between my legs and grabbed my balls squeezing and lifting me into the air. Somewhere in this moment I ******. I can to a few minutes later with Guy slapping my face while straddling my chest.

My head cleared and I realised it was over. Guy smiled at me and said, “Now the fun begins”. I saw Marie go to my wife and grab her out of the chair and throw her on the floor next to me. Marie said to Bernie watch what a real man can do. Guy grabbed my head and powerd his huge cock into my mouth. I was powerd to suck Guy’s cock until he exploded blowing cum all over my face. During this time Marie had pushed my wife on to her back and was grinding her pussy on my wife’s face. Marie shuddered with her climax in a few minutes. Guy went to Bernie and had her get on her knees and suck his dick back to a raging hard-on. Marie slipped over to me in the process and grabbed my aching balls and cock roughly kneading my balls and stroking my cock. Marie had me hard in a manner of minutes and I shot cum all over the mat. Marie laughed as I saw Guy still feeding his massive cock in my wife’s mouth and face shagging her.

Marie got up and grabbed some K-Y and began lubing my arsehole and working her fingers in and out. I developed another hard-on with this action. Guy pulled his big prick out of my wife’s mouth and came over to me. Guy got behind me and powerd me on to my knees and pulled my arse into the air. I saw that Marie had gone back to my wife and was both were kneeling with Marie slightly behind my wife. I saw that Marie had put on a large strap on cock. Marie pushed Bernie on to her hands and knees and said, “My husband is going to fuck your husband in the arse with his big cock, while I fuck you”. With that statement I felt Guy’s huge prick powerd up against my arsehole and tear its way inside me. I initially ****** from the pain, but came to with the screams of my wife being shagged by Marie with the strap on dildo and Guy banging away on my arse. Guy humped me for what seemed like forever. Guy finally blew a huge load of cum on my arse and back. Guy grabbed my hair and powerd my head around to suck his drained cock once more to a hard-on. Guy then went over to my wife where he proceeded to fuck her in the pussy while Marie moved the strap on dildo into my wife’s arse. Both Guy and Marie came again and pushed me and my beaten wife on to the floor together and left the room.

A few hours later, both came back and helped us regain our composure. They told us that wrestling was a long time hobby of theirs and that they belong to a group of wrestling couples in the area. They told Bernie and I that we had learned a lesmister tonight and that we had probably been a little over confident. They asked us if we would be interested in joining the group and gaining more experience. My wife was not so sure, but I knew I was. We left that night and went home. After a few days, Bernie told me that she was ready for us to redeem ourselves and enter the group. She knew that more losses may be ahead, but that experience would come with more matches.

I called Guy and Marie and told them we would do it again, but not so soon with them. Guy and Marie agreed and said that they had some other relative newcomers to the group and would set up another match soon!

Second Adventure

Guy and Marie told me that they understood and would arrange a match with some other relative newcomers, but that they wanted to be able to tape the match and that they had a tape of our most recent match. We agreed and they told me that they would call back in a few days with the arrangements. I got a call from Guy and Marie and they said that they had found a couple with only two other matches in their past and that they were anxious to wrestle. We agreed to come to Guy and Marie’s for the match on Friday night. I told Bernie and she said she was ready.

On Friday, my wife and I could hardly contain our excitement and anxiousness at this next match. We went to Guy and Marie’s and met the couple we were to face.

The couple we were facing are working class types. The wife, Cindy is a waitress in a local restaurant, 36 years old, 5.4’’ and weighs 155 lbs. She has wavy dirty blonde hair. She is a 42 DDD, somewhat Rubenesque, and has huge tits. Her husband, Gary, is 37 years old, 5.8’’, about 180 lbs, with a very muscular build.

After short conversation and some beers, we agreed to nude wrestling matches with the losers to submit to the winners wildest desires and/or offense. The tape would be videotaped by Guy and Marie and there were no other rules. Both couples stripped and it was agreed that the women would wrestle first. Gary and I sat in chairs in opposite corners of the mats.

Bernie gave me a kiss and told me, “I’m going to win tonight, just watch and enjoy”. She walked to the center of the mats and waited for Cindy. Cindy turned around and walked to the center of the mats. I could not believe the size of Cindy’s tits. She seemed to be twice the size of my wife’s ample breasts. Just looking at her tits caused me to sprout a boner. Cindy looked at me then Bernie and said, “It looks like your husband knows a nice set of tits when he sees them”. Bernie looked back at me and grew angry at Cindy and said, “I m going to rip your tits off your chest cow”. Cindy cupped her hands under her breasts lifting them at my wife and said, “You want to suck one bitch??” With that Bernie lashed out and began punching Cindy’s big tits. Cindy was surprised by the attack on her mammaries and howled in pain while backing away.

Bernie then threw a wild left hook for Cindy’s head. Cindy ducked and came up with a hard punch to Bernie’s chest and a right hook to the side of the head. Bernie dropped to one knee with the punches. Cindy sensed Bernie was hurt and grabbed her hair jerking her back on to the floor. Cindy then grabbed. Bernie’s legs spread them apart and slammed her foot down on to Bernie’s pussy twice and stomach. Cindy then dropped Bernie’s legs and jumped on my wife’s stomach landing with a thud. Cindy began slapping Bernie’s face yelling “Punch my tits, will you bitch?” Bernie tried blocking Cindy’s slaps with little effect. Bernie bucked her hips up quickly and this caused Cindy to flip over the top of Bernie and off of her. Bernie got up and stepped back to regain her composure. Cindy was pissed at the thought she had lost her advantage and feeling a bit of superiority. Cindy quickly walked back toward Bernie who was holding her face in what appeared to be pain. Little did I know, but this was an act and as Cindy confidently reached out to grab Bernie’s hair she was punched several times in the stomach and chest by Bernie. Cindy reeled back from the attack trying to catch her breath. Bernie grabbed Cindy by the arms and quickly brought her knee up smashing into Cindy’s unprotected cunt.

Cindy grunted and slumped down. Bernie threw a haymaker punch with her right fist that solidly connected with the side of Cindy’s head. Cindy s eyes crossed and she dropped to the floor. Bernie knew she was in control and pressed her advantage. Bernie grabbed Cindy’s arms and pulled them over her head. Bernie then applied a leg scissors to Cindy’s head and pinned her arms at the same time. Bernie squeezed her legs tightly and ground her snatch into Cindy’s dazed face. Bernie held Cindy in this position and used her arms to work on Cindy’s huge tits. Bernie began squeezing slapping, clawing and biting Cindy’s huge jugs. Cindy was crying in agony at this *** and the pressure from the head scissors was immense. Cindy tried kicking her legs up at Bernie and soon had her legs caught in my wife’s arms. Bernie then rolled Cindy on to her back and pulled Cindy’s legs over head. Bernie then began slapping and punching Cindy in her exposed cunt. Cindy yelped with each strike from Bernie and was begging for mercy. My wife knew she was completely dominating Cindy and a smile was clearly evident.

Bernie decided to dish out some of the same punishment to Cindy that Marie had given her in our first match. Bernie began driving her fingers in and out of Cindy’s cunt. Bernie caused Cindy to climax in a few minutes of this action. Cindy’s body shuddered with the climax and became very still after. Bernie released Cindy from the head scissors and stood up. Bernie reached down and grabbed Cindy’s arm pulling it up and then releasing it to drop to the ground Cindy was clearly out. Bernie grabbed Cindy by the hair and pulled her to a seated position. Bernie then slapped Cindy back to her senses. Cindy realised that she had been out and had lost the match. Bernie told Cindy that she was going to eat her twat. Bernie told Cindy to get on her knees and she quickly complied. Bernie stepped in front of Cindy and powerd her head into her snatch. Bernie made Cindy suck and lick her pussy until she climaxed. Bernie then told Cindy to go to her corner.

Bernie returned to me and was clearly excited at her victory and told me to win my match for her. I got up and walked to the center of the mats. My dick was hard as hell and poking skyward from the sight of my wife beating another woman. Gary helped Cindy into the seat and walked out to the center of the mat. I am an average size man with a 6’’ dick, but large balls. When I saw Gary though I couldn’t believe it. Gary has a cock that was 10’’ long and thick. He also had big balls, bigger than mine. Gary was turned on by the match even though his wife had lost and had become erect at the sight of our battling wives.

Gary placed his hands and arms up in the air toward me wanting to have a test of strength. I felt that even though Gary was well muscled from working out it was show and not strength he possessed. I placed my hands and arms into the test. We both struggled and moved increasing pressure on each other and our grips tightening.

After about 5 minutes, I felt my muscling aching and starting to lose strength. Gary increased pressure and about 30 seconds later made a move as I tried to reposition my hands and arms that won the test . Gary simply snapped my arms and hands around to the front and bent my hands back into my forearms causing extreme pain and raising me to my tiptoes. Gary clearly had control. A few minutes later he released the hold. I was looking at my hands and trying to get the circulation flowing again when Gary grabbed my waist and hip tossed me to the mat. I landed on my back and hit my head hard on the mat dazing me. Gary then dropped on to my left side slamming his knee into my ribs. I heard a crack that thought some of my ribs were broken. Gary doured his fists brought them over his head and slammed his fists down on to the center of my chest and stomach knocking the wind out of me.

Gary knew he was in control. Gary rolled me on to my stomach and crawled on top of me placing me into a full nelmister. Gary applied pressure to my neck and head causing extreme pain. I struggled to free myself with little success. I could feel Gary’s big dick and balls on my back. In my thrashing around he repositioned himself and I felt his big dick slip between my asscheeks.

I panicked and started rolling side to side as quickly as possible. I was extremely sweaty as was Gary. Gary and I rolled over and he lost his grip on me. I scramred and escaped him completely. I was on my knees panting for breath. Gary got up to his feet crouching over. Gary started to move for me and I knew I would have to make a quick move. I thrust forward and up from my knees and caught Gary with a body blow with my shoulder in the chest. My move surprised Gary and knocked him back on to the mat knocking the wind out of him. I quickly moved in and kicked Gary in the side. Gary grimaced with pain. I then brought myself on to the mat and punched Gary several times in the stomach and chest. Gary started to roll away and I caught him by the hair. I pulled him back and punched him in the side of the head dazing him. I got to my feet and grabbed Gary’s head and placed his head between my lower thighs and began to squeeze. Gary felt the pressure to his head from this grip and was yelling. I started punching Gary in the back and kidneys.

Gary was tougher than I thought and he took the beating. He quickly pulled himself back and jerked his head free from the scissors. Gary pulled my legs out from underneath me and caused me to crash on to the mat hard knocking breathless and senseless for a second or two. Gary took advantage and looked at me and said you ladyfucker take this and then spread my legs apart further brought his foot up and stomped my dick and balls 3 to 4 times. I screamed as it felt my nuts were crushed. Gary jumped into the middle of my chest and landed hard winding me again and pinning my arms. Gary then began throwing punches to the side of my head. I lost consciousness after several punches. I came to a minute or so later. Gary was slapping his big dick across my face. I realised that the match was over and my offense was about to begin.

I looked over at my wife, Bernie, expecting to see disappointment. Bernie was fingering her twat and feeling her own tits. My wife was sexually aroused and did not care about my losing. Gary took me by the hair and ordered me to suck his balls. I took each of his balls into my mouth individually and suck and licked them. When Gary was satisfied he pulled back and powerd me to suck his cock. Gary literally faceshagged me with his huge cock. Gary came on my face and told me to roll over. Gary had me get on my knees and bend over with my arms on the floor beneath my chest. Gary had his wife come over and he told her to lick and finger my dick, balls and arsehole as her punishment for losing. My wife got up out of the chair and got down next to Gary giving him a deep kiss. My wife, Bernie began stroking Gary’s big cock while he fingered her snatch and suck her nipples.

During this time Cindy had gotten my dick hard and was jerking me off and had inserted 2 or 3 fingers into my arsehole working them in and out. My wife and Gary got into a 69 position and were working each other over. Cindy had me ready to climax several times but would stop short of letting me come. Gary ate my wife’s snatch to where she came and she had sucked his huge prick to full size. Gary and Bernie got out of the 69 and Gary moved in behind me pulling his wife away. Gary saw my hard on and grabbed it bending my dick back as far as it would go causing me extreme discomfort.

Gary let go of my dick and grabbed my balls crushing them in his powerful hands almost causing me to pass out. Gary released me and looked at my wife who had pulled Cindy over to her and sat on her face making Cindy eat her pussy again. Bernie looked at Gary and said, “Fuck my loser husband in the arse”. With that Gary mounted me from behind. I felt his huge dick enter my arsehole and he shagged me wildly. I grunted and groaned when he entered me. Gary grabbed my hair and pulled back he shagged my arse violently for at least 10 minutes.

Somewhere in the process of being cornholed, I blew my load on the mat. After finishing Gary got up and pulled his wife up and made her lick his nasty cock clean. Gary then took my wife Bernie and left the room with our hosts Guy and Marie. I laid on the mat with Gary’s spent wife Cindy and recovered from the beating.

After several hours, Bernie and Gary came back into the room and got both Cindy and I up and dressed. Gary and Cindy left and I drove home with my wife. When we got home Bernie told me that when she and Gary left the room, they got into a bedroom in the house and shagged for hours. Bernie told me that even though I lost she was proud of me. I was embarrassed by my performance and felt that I should have beaten Gary. Bernie suggested that we talk to Guy and Marie in a few days for another match. I was hesitant and did not want to get buggered in front of my wife again. I thought about and relented to my wife’s requests. Bernie called Marie and Guy and asked them to set up another match with a couple of our level. Guy and Marie told my wife that I needed to keep trying and continue to be a good sport. They said that I would win eventually and that the odds were on my side. I wonder.......

Third Adventure

Bernie called Guy and Marie, our group leaders , and as before the arrangements were made by Guy and Marie and the match was to be at Guy and Marie’s house, same rules and setup, nude wrestling to presentation and the losers to submit to the winners wildest desires and/or offense.

The couple we were facing were Craig and Carol. Both were wrestling for the first time. The wife, Carol, is a pretty lady, very pleasing but plump in the right places. She is 36 years old, 5.3’’ and weighs 135 to 140 lbs. She has brown wavy shoulder length hair and is a 36 DD. Her husband, Craig, is 28 years old, 5.11’’, 175 lbs, with a lanky build and dirty blonde hair.

Since I had lost my first two matches, it was decided that I would wrestle first against, Craig. Craig agreed, but stipulated both of us were to grease our cocks and arse. Since it was Guy and Marie’s house, they had to provide the lubricant. Marie volunteered to grease us. Marie got a jar of petroleum jelly. I was greased first. Marie thoroughly lubed my buttcheeks and arsehole, she then used her strong hands to grease my balls and stroke & lube my 6 cock to a full erection. Marie then greased Craig thoroughly. I saw that Craig had a boner and that his cock was about 7 to 8 long with average width, but that his balls were kind of small.

After being lubed, Craig and I met in the center of the mats and we began. Craig tried to use speed to slip down and take my legs out. I reacted and grabbed Craig around the neck and waist with my arms. Craig caught the back of my thighs, but was not able to pull me down. I used my leverage and weight advantage to push Craig down some and put pressure on his back.. I finally picked Craig up and threw him over and on to the mat. Craig landed hard. I grabbed Craig’s right arm and slammed my foot into his ribs twice. Craig yelled and grimaced in pain. Craig tried to roll away. I let Craig roll on to his stomach, but kept control of his right arm. I twisted Craig’s right arm behind his back and pulled up hard. Craig was in severe pain from this move. I was enjoying this now, I looked at my wife, Bernie, who was smiling and busy rubbing her tits and clit.

I went back to work on Craig by placing my foot on the back of his neck and pulling up on his right arm. I heard a pop and thought I had separated Craig’s shoulder. Craig screamed in agony. I let go of Craig s arm and kicked him in the ribs several times. I rolled Craig on to his back and punched him in the gut. I knew I was dominating this man. Craig laid on his back for a while and I walked over to my wife and kissed her saying, “I see you like this”. Bernie was excited and busily fingering her snatch. Bernie reached up and stroked my cock several times. I looked back at Craig who was getting up from the mat. I confidently strutted back to him. Craig was holding his injured right arm close to his body. As I approached Craig lunged at me knocking me back slightly. Craig tried to sweep my legs with one arm but failed. I grabbed Craig around the waist with both arms powering his head down into my stomach and groin area. I felt my hard dick push against Craig’s face and he started to try and pull away. I started to pick Craig up for another toss to the mat. I was feeling pretty good about my capability as a wrestler and having my way with Craig. At that time things changed quickly. Craig took the head of my dick into his mouth and bit down hard. I could not believe the pain. I immediately dropped Craig back to his feet and tried to step back grabbing at Craig’s head with my dick firmly clamped in his mouth.

I tried in vain to get him loose of my prick. The more I tried the harder Craig bit. I thought Craig was going to bite the head of my dick off. Craig knew he had me good and swept my legs and caused me to topple to the mat. Craig released my dick when I fell. Craig stood up and raised his foot bringing it back down 4 to 5 times on my dick and balls. I was in extreme pain from this incident. Craig was still holding his injured arm and I was holding my dick and balls.

Craig dropped to the mat and punched me several times with his left arm in the chest, stomach and side of the head. My dick and balls were aching from his beating of them I could not really defend myself. I managed to roll away from Craig and started to regain my composure. I got up and looked at Craig. He was in pain with his right arm, but looking more confident. My dick was throbbing from the beating and bite and my balls were aching. I knew that I had to regain control of this match.

Craig and I charged at each other and I was able to knock Craig down and landed on top of him. I pinned Craig to the mat and jammed my knee up into his balls 3 times. Craig groaned from his balls being struck. I lifted myself up and began punching Craig in the injured arm and shoulder causing him to scream in pain. I grabbed Craig’s right arm and pulled it behind him again at the same time flipping Craig on to his stomach. Craig was screaming and begging for mercy. I held his arm with one hand and reached between his legs with the other grabbing Craig by the balls and squeezing.

Craig screamed louder. I then grabbed Craig by his hair and pulled his head back. I let go of his balls and wrapped my arm around Craig’s throat. I locked my arm down on his throat and started obligation Craig out. Craig ****** in about 3 to 4 seconds. I got up and rolled Craig over to his back. I reached down and grabbed Craig by his balls lifting him a foot off of the ground. Craig was completely out as he had no reaction. I stood over Craig in victory and looked at my wife. She was open mouthed and loving what she saw. Bernie smiled and said do what you want. I grabbed Craig by the hair and pulled him into a seated position. I then slapped him back to his senses. Craig realised that he had lost and lost big time.

I looked at Craig and said, “Time to pay the price punk”. I made Craig suck my cock until I blew my wad on his face. I then made him suck and stroke me hard again. I powerd Craig over on to his stomach and mounted him. I shagged his arse as hard as I could. Craig had a tight and possibly virgin arsehole. I cornholed him for about 8 minutes. I blew my cum all over Craig s arse and told him to crawl his arse off of the mat. Craig started to crawl to his wife, Carol’s corner and I gave him one final kick in the balls causing Craig to flip over and knocking him out with pain. Carol tried to help Craig into the chair, but only caused him more pain. I walked back to my wife, Bernie. She had a wicked look on her face. She told me to sit down and said, “You did it, you won and destroyed that little fucker in the process. Now, I m going to kick the cuckolds brownie out of his shagging wife”. Bernie grabbed my head and kissed me deeply swabbing my mouth with her tongue. Bernie turned around and walked to the center of the mats to face Carol.

Bernie was excited and anxious, maybe to so. Bernie had a sadistic look on her face. Carol was obviously worried about what was gong to happen to her. Her husband, Craig was a mess. Carol looked scared and said to Bernie, “This is over, it is has gone too far”. Bernie said, “Fuck you bitch, get our arse out here and start taking your beating next”. Carol looked at me and said, “I said no more, call your wife off, this nonsense is too much”.

I said to Carol, “You and your husband knew the rules when you started, they don’t change now”. Carol said, “Well fight with yourself, I’m getting our clothes and we re leaving”.

With that Carol tried to walk over to a closet where the clothes were. Carol got to the door and started to open it and reach inside. Bernie ran across the room and kicked the door trying to shut it. The door slammed hitting Carol in the head and crushing her arm. Carol screamed in pain and was thrown back against the wall with the strike. Carol’s arm was caught in the partially closed door. Bernie kicked the door again as Carol was trying to pull her right arm out of the closet

The kick caught Carol’s right hand between the door and the frame crushing and pinning her fingers as the door latched shut. Carol was screaming in agony. Bernie yelled at Carol, “Shut the fuck up bitch” and then slammed a series of punches to Carol’s belly and chest. Carol was unable to get her hand free from the door and was in deep trouble. Bernie brought her knee up slamming at least 3 times into Carol’s unprotected cunt. Carol first screamed in pain and then groaned with the subsequent shots to the cunt.

Bernie began slapping Carol’s tits and face multiple times. Carol tried to cover up without much success. Bernie then threw a right punch to the side of Carol’s head knocking her silly. Carol started to slump forward with her chin touching her chest as if she was falling. Bernie showed no mercy and threw an uppercut that caught. Carol flush in the face. Carol’s head snapped back and hit the wall hard. Carol’s legs clumped and she slipped to a half seated position with her arm extended and hand still caught in the door, I saw that Carol was reding from both nostrils of her nose and that her head hung down dripping the red across her lips and on to her big tits. Bernie looked at Carol and the mess she was. Bernie gave Carol and hard swift kick to the cunt which brought a whimper or whine from Carol.

Bernie stood over her near vanquished foe and admired her work. Bernie turned around to me and said, “I like it, yes I do”. Bernie was not satisfied with the beating she had handed Carol. Bernie spied Craig lying in the corner starting to get his senses back.. Bernie walked over to Craig, looked down on him and said, “My husband kicked your arse good, now I’m going to break your balls”. Bernie slammed her foot into Craig injured right shoulder 3 to 4 times causing Craig to damn near pass out from the pain. Bernie grabbed Craig’s legs spread them and slammed her foot into his dick and balls 10 to 12 times. Craig went out in this process. Bernie saw Craig was ******. Bernie repositioned herself at the top of Craig s head.

Bernie looked at me and said, “I’ve got to wake him up, maybe some water on his face will help”. Bernie looked at me and said, “Do you have any water, honey? ..... no? well I’ll just have to improvise”. I looked over and saw that Carol had started to come to and was looking at Bernie and Craig. Carol could not believe what she was seeing and was trying to get up. Bernie was oblivious to Carol and what she was doing. Bernie then positioned herself in a squatting position over Craig’s face with her cunt.

A few seconds later a stream of piss hit Craig in the face. In a second, Craig was spitting and trying to keep the piss out of his mouth, nose and eyes. Craig was coughing as Bernie stood up laughing. Carol was enraged at what she saw happening to her husband. Bernie still paid no attention to Carol as she kneeled down between Craig’s legs, grabbed his cock and started jerking him off. Bernie used her other hand to grab Craig’s balls and squeezed causing Craig to wince and cry out in pain. Bernie took Craig’s nuts put them in her mouth and bit down grinding them in her jaws and pulling back with her head lifting Craig’s arse off of the mat.

Craig was screaming in agony and ****** in pain within a few moments. I saw that Carol had managed to release her hand that was pinned in the door. Her fingers were swelling and looked broken. Carol got to her feet and started toward Bernie who was unaware of her new freedom. Bernie started to get up from the mat when Carol threw a wild punch that hit Bernie in the back of the head with a glancing blow. Bernie was knocked forward and turned to see Carol as she started to kick at Bernie’s head. Bernie moved and spun Carol who was still hurting missed with her kick. Bernie caught Carol’s leg in the air and suspended her leg up spreading her open. Bernie then threw 3 punches to Carol’s exposed cunt.

Carol collapsed to the mat. Bernie got up and jumped on top of Carol’s chest. Bernie then began squeezing, biting and pinching Carol’s tits. Carol was screaming in agony. Bernie bit Carol’s left nipple and tit so hard that she broke the skin causing reding and bit the nipple half off causing it to fall partially off hanging on by some skin. Bernie sat on Carol’s chest and punched and slapped her numerous times. Carol was virtually out from this beating. Bernie stopped looked at the beaten Carol and smiled. Bernie continued to look at Carol for a second and said, “I’m just going to ******* you bitch”.

With that Bernie wrapped her hands around Carol’s throat and began obligation the life out of her. Carol tried to fight Bernie off without success. I thought Bernie had flipped out and was going to ******* Carol. I looked over at Guy and Marie, they were so turned on they were not seeing the reality and danger of the situation. Guy had pulled his trousers down to his ankles and was jerking off furiously. Marie was half naked fingering her snatch and grabbing her own tits. Both seemed to want to see Bernie ******* Carol. I jumped up as Carol was now completely defenseless and out. I pried Bernie’s hands from Carol’s throat and slapped her to bring her back to her senses. I didn t expect the reaction I got, Bernie grabbed my balls, squeezed and pulled. I felt ruptured. I fell back and Bernie stood up. My wife picked her foot up and slammed it down on my cock and nuts 10 times. I tried to cover up with little effect.

Bernie stopped after destroying my manhood and said, “You never hit me you little‑dicked bastard”. I laid on the floor in pain and not understanding what had happened. Bernie walked over to Guy and dropped to her knees. Bernie then began deep throating Guy’s massive 12’’ cock. Bernie brought Guy to a massive explosion of cum on her face and down her throat.

Bernie said to Guy, “You are the only real man here, I’m going to make your dick ache”. Bernie again started deep throating Guy’s massive 12’’ tool and soon had him back to full erection. Bernie stopped sucking Guy’s dick and laid back on the mats spreading her legs and begging Guy to fuck her. Guy got down and manhandled Bernie. He flipped her over on to her front and had her get in a doggie position. Guy then mounted my wife shagging her pussy and then slipped his massive cock into her arse. My wife took it and was moaning the entire time.

After Guy was through thoroughly shagging my wife, he got up took his wife, Marie by the hand and left the room. Bernie got up grabbed her clothes, dressed and walked out leaving me in the basement with Craig and Carol beat to cuckolds brownie. I managed to gain my senses and checked Carol. She had come to and seemed to be doing okay. I got dressed and helped Carol and Craig. I got a cab to take me home. I heard that Carol and Craig drove to the local emergency room for treatment. They did not reveal the source of their injuries and suffered in silence. I got to my house and found Bernie had put my stuff into another room with a note stay away wimp.

I finally ****** from exhaustion. I wondered what the future would bring........

Fourth Adventure

When I got home, I found my stuff in another room of our house with a note attached stating, “Stay away wimp”.

Needless to say, the next few days were anxious for me. I keep my mouth closed and stayed my distance from Bernie. I saw that Bernie was going out and coming in late for the next two days. On the second day, I was dead arelax when Bernie came home. I woke up to find my hands tied together and around the bedpost. Bernie smelled of holy water and seemed to be takes and in a wicked mood. Bernie was shaving all of the hair from my groin and arse. She then applied a substance like nair or something to even remove the roots. When she was finished my groin and arse were smooth as a baby’s bottom. Bernie was intent on humiliating me and I was scared along with being a little turned on by being dominated by my once docile wife.

Bernie stripped nude and then made me eat her pussy to climax. She got off of me and told me to roll over and get on my knees. The way Bernie had tied me made it possible to do this. Bernie left the room and came back with a cutting board. Bernie spanked my arse hard. When she was satisfied, she pulled out some lubricant and began lubing my cock, balls and arse completely. I could feel Bernie place something around my cock and balls before lubing me. Bernie stroked my cock and kneaded my balls. I grew to a huge erection. I felt a lot of pressure around the base of my cock and balls.

I found out that the source was a cock and ball ring. Bernie had an adjustable type with a key type screw device. Bernie was working the ring to a tighter position. My dick and balls had no relief. When Bernie was finished my dick and balls were throbbing. Bernie squeezed my balls hard and said, “How do you like this, you small‑dicked punk?”

As you know from my past adventures, my dick is average at 6’’ in length and I have big balls. Apparently my wife decided I was too small. In comparimister to the horse cock of Guy she was right. Bernie told me that she was going to fuck my arse. Bernie got more lubricant and stuck a finger then two up my arsehole working it in and out. Bernie stopped and pulled out a tool. This tool was a 8 to 10’’ dildo. Bernie shoved the dildo into my arse hard and began working it in and out feverously. Bernie was spanking my asscheeks and switching hands and stroking my cock and squeezing my balls. The cockring kept me from coming and my arse was aching from the salami sized dildo in my arse. Bernie was so excited she started rubbing her clit and exploded. She crammed the dildo up in my arse as far as it would go.

She then told me to turn back over. I got on to my back and she made me suck her pussy to climax again. Bernie then left me tied up with a raging hardon and dildo up my arse. I was like this for hours. In the morning, Bernie work up and got ready for work. She came in the room and told me that I was her punk slave, she then released my hands. My hands were completely numb from a lack of circulation. Bernie told me that she would loosen my cockring some to allow me to relieve the pressure, but it would stay on. Bernie then loosened the ring. Bernie then reached down and pulled the dildo from my arse. It came out with a popping sound. Bernie told me to open my mouth. I did as commanded and she stuck the dildo in my mouth and ordered me to suck it clean. Bernie then left the room and went to work. I got the numbness out of my hands and then jacked off my dick relieving the pressure in my balls. I then got up, cleaned up and dressed and went to work.

I got home from work that night to find Bernie had been home and went out again. I made myself some dinner and went to relax since I was worn out from the night before. Bernie did not have to work the next day and I assumed had gone out of the town to party again. About 3 a.m. the door flew open and in walked Bernie who was slightly excited. Bernie said to me, “Have I got a surprise for you”. Bernie told me to get up and strip nude. I did as commanded. While stripping quickly the surprise arrived.

The surprise was another man. Bernie had a black man come in. His name was Jim. He came in and closed the door. Bernie gave him a deep kiss and then told me to clear the furniture to the sides of the room. I was afraid and did as ordered. I was nude and began pushing the furniture out making a big clearance in the middle of our softly carpeted living room floor. Bernie told me that there was to be a fight and that she was the prize. Bernie told Jim to strip nude also.

Jim began to disrobe and Bernie walked over to me. She reached into her purse and pulled out a tube of lubricant. She tossed her purse aside and placed the lubricant on the floor. Bernie then stripped in a second out of her dress. Bernie was wearing no bra and her tits looked big with very erect nipples. I wanted to suck her tits badly. Bernie cast off her bikini knickers and then picked up the lubricant. Bernie began stroking and lubing my cock, balls and arsehole and crack of my arse.

When finished Bernie turned and walked over to Jim. Jim is a black stud. 6.6’’ tall, about 240 lbs, a short Afro, extremely well developed and muscular, big black bubble butt and muscular thighs. Jim had a large long prick in the flaccid state probably about 12 long and he had huge balls. Bernie took the lubricant and began to lubricate Jim’s arsehole, crack and balls. Bernie then used both her hands to lubricate Jim s huge dick. She stroked Jim hard and his dick grew erect making it longer and thicker than before. When erect Jim’s prick was at least 14 long and thicker than hell.

Bernie had us square off in the middle of the living room. Bernie said that this was to be a fight to the finish and that the winner was to be her man and new wrestling partner. Bernie told us to get it on and stepped back and sat in a chair. Jim looked at me and said, “I’m going to beat your arse whitey, take your wife and fuck her good and then fuck your arse”.

I was afraid of Jim and he knew it. I tried to attack him, but in a half-hearted way. Jim was quick and moved out of the way. Jim danced to one side and threw 3 punches that hit my exposed ribs, stomach and side of the head. I went down hard. Jim walked over to me and grabbed my hair. He powerd me up to my feet. Jim then grabbed my neck and flipped me up and over his shoulder. I came down hard on the floor on my back.

Jim then grabbed my hair again and stood me up, I was dizzy and not in control. Jim reached between my legs and lifted me up in the air and then bodyslammed me to the floor. Jim bodyslammed me twice more in a row. I was being destroyed slowly. Jim stood over me while I laid on the floor moaning with pain. Jim slammed his foot into my chest and ribs. I could do little to stop my foe. Jim reached down between my legs and grabbed my balls with one powerful hand. Jim jerked me up by the balls about a foot into the air. I screamed in agony as Jim ruptured my balls.

Jim laughed and then stepped back and released my aching balls. Jim stepped between my legs and grabbed them. Jim picked me up by the legs and rolled me over and into a boston crab move. My lower back felt like it was being crushed. I was screaming for mercy within a second. Jim released me again and let me drop to the floor. I saw Jim walk over to my wife, Bernie. He looked at her and said, “You’re right, he is a punk”. Bernie was fingering herself like mad. Bernie looked at me and said poor baby, getting your arse beat by a real man. Bernie then began stroking and sucking Jim’s huge black dick. Jim pulled away as I was starting to catch my breath. He told Bernie to wait as he wanted to finish this.

Jim came over to me and grabbed me by the hair. He got me up on my feet and started punching me in the face, head, chest and stomach in rapid secession. I felt my lips bust open, nose spurting red and got the wind knocked out of me. I was reding badly and felt as I was ready to pass out. Jim stopped punching me and grabbed me picking me up over his head. Jim then brought me down across his knee with the small of my back. I thought my back was broken.

I laid there across his knee. Jim pushed me on to the floor. Jim then brought his hands together in a fist and slammed them down on my midsection, face, dick and balls with 3 strikes. I felt myself drifting out. I could not really feel my lower torso and thought my back was broken. I did not feel I could move. I watched Jim walk over to my wife. He looked at my wife and said, “I destroyed and broke him, you are mine”.

Jim lifted my wife’s head up, bent over and deeply kissed her. Jim then let Bernie suck his huge cock like an natural in heat. Bernie took virtually all of Jim’s meat into her mouth deep throating him. Jim got my wife to stop and then picked her up by her arse and legs. Jim then impaled my wife on his huge cock. Bernie screamed as Jim entered her to the hilt. Jim then shagged Bernie hard for several minutes. Jim laid Bernie down on her back and shagged her missionary for a few minutes. Jim tied of this quickly.

My wife must have cum 3 times by now. Jim had Bernie get into a doggie position. Jim slammed his huge black dick into her from behind. Jim told her to beg him to fuck her hard. Jim slapped Bernie on the arse and my wife was screaming with pleasure. Jim then pulled his huge cock out of my wife’s pussy. Jim headed over to me. I could see the dew on Jim’s huge dick from my wife’s pussy. Jim made me deep throat his cock and clean the cum off of his dick. Bernie watched with pleasure as this black stud shagged my face.

Jim then powerd me on to my stomach and mounted me from behind. I initially could not feel Jim. I still thought my back was broken. Jim entered my arsehole with a violent shove and grabbed me by the hair. I screamed as Jim ripped my arsehole with his huge prick. Jim shagged my arse for what seemed like hours. I could feel Jim was ready to come and pulled out. Jim made me flip over and he mounted my chest and powerd me to suck his dick and blew his load all over my face. Jim got up off of me and went over and sat down.

Bernie was standing over me now. Bernie said that she was Jim’s now and she was leaving with him. She said that she would be back to get her things and maybe bring her black stud over to fuck my arse again. Bernie said that she wanted to leave me with something to remember her by. I could not think what she was talking about. Bernie got down and bring stroking my cock and balls. I got excited and had a huge hard on. Bernie then tightened the cock and ball ring. I thought my groin was on fire from the pressure. Bernie then stood up and grabbed my legs spreading them.

Bernie then began slamming her feet on to my balls and dick. I ****** sow where in the process. I woke up a few hours later and felt my arsehole aching terribly. I reached down and found Bernie had stuffed a giant butt plug in my arse. I was in extreme pain and it took a lot to work it out of me. I felt destroyed my wife was gone and I felt hopeless.

After a few weeks, I managed to avoid Bernie and Jim. They removed whatever they wanted from my house. I saw Marie and Guy. They told me that Jim and Bernie were hitting the wrestling couple circuit hard and destroying everything in their path. They said that they had not fought them yet and were in no hurry too. Marie told me about a girlfriend of hers that was recently widowed and thought I might like her. Marie introduced me to Lisa and it was lust at first sight.

Lisa was a black haired lady, about 5.4’’, 145 lbs, round arse and big 38 DDD tits. Lisa has one of the hairiest pussies I’ve ever seen. We got together and shagged our lights out and soon Lisa moved in. Lisa knew what had happened to me with Bernie. Lisa said that she was interested in wrestling and would like to help me back into the sport as my partner. I started working out with Lisa and training with her. Lisa was readying quickly.

One day Lisa came home mad as hell. I asked her what had happened. Lisa told me that she had run into Bernie. Bernie asked how “her little‑dicked husband was”. Lisa said that she avoided a confrontation with Bernie, but would like to kick her arse. I told Lisa that I thought she could take Bernie and to go for it when she had the chance. The next few days would prove interesting I was to find........

Fifth Adventure

I came home a few days after this and did not find Lisa home yet. This was unusual for her as she is normally home a few hours before me. Lisa did not return home until just after midnight and when she did she was hysterical and a complete wreck. After calming Lisa down and tending to her permisteral needs she told me what happened. Lisa had stopped by the local supermarket to get some items. While in the supermarket she ran into Bernie. Bernie started badmouthing me and Lisa told her to go fuck herself. Bernie got pissed and threatened Lisa. Lisa called Bernie on the threat and agreed to fight her. Bernie got Lisa to go to Jim’s house to have it out. Lisa told me that she intended to beat Bernie’s arse and leave her all shagged up for Jim to find.

Lisa said that she got to the house and found Jim was not home yet. Bernie told her that they would settle the dispute woman to woman in the nude. Lisa thought the sight of her body would intimidate Bernie and give her an advantage. Lisa said that they both stripped and got on with the fight. Lisa said that after stripping to the buff that Bernie called her a fat arse and told her she was going to tear her cunt bald. Lisa said that she rushed Bernie and that Bernie caught her with a hard kick to the stomach. Lisa said that she had the wind knocked out her and went down. Lisa said that Bernie didn’t stop there. Lisa said that Bernie grabbed her hair and jerked her to a sitting position. Lisa said that Bernie began punching her in the face, tits and stomach. Lisa said that she tried to cover up to no avail. Lisa said that she finally crumpled to the floor and started crying. Lisa said that Bernie kicked in the cunt 3 or 4 times extremely hard. Lisa said that she screamed with each shot and tried to cover up her pussy. Lisa said that Bernie stopped as she heard someone come in the house and walk in the room.

Lisa said that she looked up and saw a large black man come in. Bernie went over to the guy and said, “Jim, this is my little‑dicked husband’s new woman, she thinks she is pretty tough. I decided to kick her arse real well”.

Jim remarked that he would love to see it and not to stop on his account. Jim then took off his clothes. While Jim disrobed, Bernie walked over to Lisa and pulled her up to her feet by her hair. Bernie said to Lisa watch and see what a real man is like. Jim completely disrobed and walked over to Bernie and Lisa. Lisa said that Jim grabbed her large tits and stuck his finger in her twat. Jim said to Lisa that he didn’t want to see her beautiful tits ruined and that it would be a waste. Bernie said to Lisa, “When I get through with you, my black stud, Jim is going to use you, you’ll get shagged by a real man”.

Lisa said that she begged to be released with no response but laughter. Lisa said that Jim took a seat and began stroking his big cock. Lisa said that Bernie spun her around and began punching her tits and stomach. Lisa said that she tried to cover up without success. Bernie kneed Lisa in the cunt and Lisa fell to the floor. Lisa said that Bernie grabbed her legs and spread them then drove her foot into her cunt 5 to 10 times. Lisa said that she was almost out when Bernie stopped. Lisa said that Bernie flipped her on to her stomach. Lisa said that Bernie began slamming her foot into both her upper and lower back. Lisa said that she was screaming in pain and begging Bernie. Lisa said that Bernie stopped and grabbed her arms pulling them behind her. Lisa said that Bernie put her foot in her back and bent her back causing extreme pain. Lisa said that Bernie did this two or three times and each time would release her arms sending her crashing on to her big tits hitting the floor.

Lisa said that after the third time Bernie took her foot out of her back. Lisa didn t realise what was happening. Lisa said that on the last drop her tits had pushed out to the side. Bernie saw this and placed her feet on her tits and jerked her back hard 3 times. Lisa said that she thought her tits were tearing off her chest. Lisa said that she ****** from the pain. Lisa said she didn t know how long she had been out when she came to Bernie was mauling her tits, scratching them and biting all over. Lisa said that she was crying and Bernie was taking delight in her predicament.

Lisa said that Bernie turned around and sat on her tits. Lisa said that Bernie grabbed her pussy hair and began pulling it out in clumps. Lisa said that Bernie then began mauling her pussy by spreading and biting the lips and gouging her fingers inside and scratching the walls of her vagina. Lisa said that Bernie stopped and said she didn’t want to ruin her cunt for the shagging it would be getting by Jim’s big black dick. Bernie then repositioned herself again and powerd Lisa to eat her cunt. Lisa said that Bernie seemed to cum several times and almost sladyed her with her cunt. Lisa said that as a final offense Bernie powerd her to rim her arsehole. Bernie then got up off of Lisa and grabbed her by the hair. Bernie made Lisa crawl over to Jim’s chair.

Bernie told Lisa to suck Jim’s big black dick. Lisa said that Bernie sat next to Jim and watched. Lisa said she felt she made no choice. Lisa said that Jim’s black cock was huge. She said that it was at least 14 to 15 inches long and about 6 to 7 inches in girth with huge black balls. Lisa said that she started sucking Jim’s big black dick and tried to deep throat it but began gagging on the size. When Jim was satisfied with the blow job, he told Lisa to get on her back. Jim began sucking on Lisa s mauled tits. Jim then grabbed Lisa’s legs and spread them wide. Jim said to Lisa, I m going to fuck your white pussy raw. Lisa said that Jim powerd his huge cock into her with one thrust. Lisa said that she screamed and thought Jim was ripping her in half. Lisa said that Jim shagged her hard for what seemed like an eternity. Lisa said that she felt some reding where his huge cock had torn her vagina. Lisa said that Jim told her to get on her knees as her pulled out of her cunt. Lisa admitted that she had cum several times and that she looked down at Jim’s huge dick and saw a mix of cum and red from her twat.

Lisa said that she knew what was next but felt she had no control over the situation. Lisa said that she got on her knees and that Bernie laid on her back in from of her and told her to eat her pussy. Lisa said that she began licking Bernie’s cunt. She said Bernie grabbed arms and held them while exposed and spread and arsehole and pussy were pushed into the air. Jim’s laughed and said now I m going to fuck this virgin arsehole. Lisa said that she felt Jim’s huge prick push against her arsehole and then rammed powerfully forward. Lisa said that she ****** for a second with the pain. Lisa said that Bernie slapped her face back into reality. Lisa serviced Bernie’s pussy as Jim shagged her arse until he came.

Lisa said that Bernie and Jim used her several more times during the evening, with Bernie even putting on a huge strap on dildo and shagging her pussy and arse. Lisa said that Bernie finally let her go and told her everytime her saw her again she would beat her arse. Lisa said that as a final act of offense Bernie shaved Lisa’s pussy clean and shoved a butt plug up her arse. I could not believe it. I asked to see and Lisa stripped showing her bare twat. I had Lisa spread her legs as I saw the butt plug in her arse. Lisa asked me to remove it. I worked it out her gently. I was really turned on by this incident, but did not tell Lisa not knowing what her reaction would be.

I left Lisa in the bedroom and went into the bathroom to fantasize and jack off about what Lisa had told me. While jacking off in the bathroom, I didn’t hear the door open. I had my eyes closed while sitting on the toilet jerking on my cock. The next thing I heard was Lisa scream, “You bastard, you re getting off on my pain”.

I tried to respond but could not think of a thing to say. The next thing I felt was my balls explode as Lisa kicked me in the nuts 3 or 4 times. Lisa grabbed my dick and balls and pulled me off the toilet and dragged me into the bedroom to the bed. I screaming in agony. Lisa kneed and stomped my balls several more times. I was ruptured. Lisa grabbed my balls and powerd me to get on to the bed on my stomach. I was weak from the use to my balls. Lisa got me on to the bed and then tied my wrists to the metal headboard.

I saw Lisa go into a drawer from our dresser. Lisa grabbed a huge dildo that once belonged to Bernie and a strap on harness. Lisa put it on and then got on the bed. Lisa told me that she was going to fuck me in the arse like Jim had done to her. I pleaded with her not to. Lisa shoved the dildo up my arse and shagged me for what seemed like hours. Lisa got off of me and said we were finished. Lisa began packing her things. Before leaving Lisa made a telephone call and started laughing at the end of it. She then walked into the bathroom and came out with the buttplug. Lisa walked over to me and said, “Let me leave you with something to remember me by” and shoved the buttplug up my arse. Lisa then left.

I laid helpless in the bed for about 30 minutes when I heard someone come in. I thought Lisa had returned and maybe had forgiven me. Boy was I wrong. I heard my bedroom door open and in walked Bernie and Jim. I knew I was in trouble. Bernie told me I was in for a night of pain.

For the next several hours I was powerd to suck Jim’s huge black cock and get shagged in the arse by Jim’s huge dick and Bernie’s huge strap‑on’s. Bernie smashed my nuts and pummeled me several times during the night.

Bernie was sadistic. Bernie and Jim began arguing about something. Jim was actually taking my side. Then I heard what they were arguing about. Bernie wanted to castrate me. Jim said no. Finally Jim relented and negotiated. Jim said that he would agree to let Bernie take one of my balls. I was panicked. Bernie came back in the bedroom.

Bernie had a pair of surgical shears in her hand. She got down on the bed and began roughly massaging my sore ball sack. Bernie got ahold of my right ball and pulled it out a log way. Bernie then clamped around my ball sack isolating the right nut. Bernie picked up the shears and smiled saying, “This will hurt a lot”.

Bernie slowly cut off my right ball and sack. Bernie put the ball and part of the scrotum into a jar and then sutured me up before leaving.

I woke up hours later and lived several days in pain and offense.

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Why is this in captions instead of stories?
Pantalone, Wittol, oblate, abnegator, fellator, pathic, irrumatiophile,fop, epicene, cotquean, skivvy, thrall, and pilgarlic.

Aftermath
jenycoop

aftermath
jenycoop

Jenny - it's been so long since you posted. I love your work so much. Please post more.

A few new caps on this topic.
lilcucky

Anyone interested in seeing more caps like those above?
lilcucky

most definitely. I liked them all, but especially when he is pantied or diapered to show his sub spot.

Yes. Love this thread, keep'em coming.