les histoires de chrislebo

God how difficult it was to concentrate on mowing. I did it in a haze, as I went over his image again. He was an older man, somewhere in his 60s. There was something about him that made me visualize a pervert, the quiet type who had dark thoughts. Over and over, as I mowed, I was picturing how a dirty old man was in my house fucking my wife.

Inside, Anna was doing laundry in the basement; she was completely surprised when she turned to see an older man standing, leaning against a wall watching her. She opened her mouth to speak when she saw the 'card' that he was playing with idly in his hand. He just looked at her with a cocky confident smirk, and she remembered that he was one who'd sounded so dirty while at the party as he told her that she was going to be his good little girl.

"My name is Charles, Anna. I'm here to enjoy myself this afternoon. Take off your shirt, Anna." It was a solid command, delivered smoothly.

Her face flushed, and she looked around as if to check to see if they were alone. Slowly, she lifted the spaghetti straps and pulled the top off, revealing that she had no bra on. Instantly, her body warmed as she realized her position again.

He strode over to her as she stood there obediently next to the dryer. His eyes wandered over her young beauty, and his hand reached out to explore her bare breast in an agonizingly slow way. His wicked smile was almost drooling over the younger woman that he had in his power. "Yes, yes. So young, so full of life; are you ready to service Daddy, little girl?"

Her stomach churned at his words, and she knew she was in for perversion. She nodded her head submissively, but that wasn't good enough for him. He slapped her breast once, aggressively. "You answer me, and do it properly, little girl." His tone was harsh, and now she was filled with fear as well as offense as she winced from his slap.

She swallowed, and then looked down humbly. "Yes Sir, I'm ready to do as you wish."

He gripped one of her nipples in a pinch, twisting enough to make her gasp. "You're going to learn to obey your Daddy, little girl, and to do it with eagerness; do you understand me, little girl?"

His tone, along with the sudden pain that was making her wince and moan, left her ready to please him. "Yes Daddy, I understand…please."

Without release her nipple, he turned and pulled her sharply along. "Now, show me where your little bedroom is. We have a lot to do this afternoon."

Gasping again, she followed out of necessity. He led her up the stairs, then finally let go as he let her take the lead to take him into the master bedroom.

From the master bedroom, Anna could still hear the mower running; she knew that her husband had to have seen Charles… she wondered if they'd spoken, and she wished badly that she could run to her husband now, and that maybe somehow all of this could stop.


45 minutes later, I had to go in. I was done mowing, and as of yet, I hadn't seen Charles leave or any sign of my wife. I felt that I needed to check on her. I could hear my wife speaking, and it sounded like she was pleading….along with some sniffling, as if she'd been crying.

As I approached the bedroom, I could see Anna…and my mind was blown at the sight I beheld. Anna was on her knees beside the bed, completely naked. Her back was to me, and I could see that her ass was bright red, as if she'd been spanked hard. But what stood out to me was her hair; it was pulled up into two ponytails, sticking out from the side of her head like a little girl's. I could hear her bubbling over, begging. "Please Daddy, please let me be a good girl and suck your big cock. Please Daddy, I promise I'll be good, I promise I'll make you proud of me!" She was saying it over and over. On the bed in front of her was Charles, sitting there before her with a very stern look as he watched her begging; he was also naked, and his cock was semi-hard right before her face. He caught sight of me and interrupted her begging.

"Ah, Eddie. Do come in, I want you to see how good this little wifey of yours is being for me now that we have things straight."

Anna stopped her begging, but didn't want to turn to see me. I knew she must be overwhelmed with embarrassment, that she was so ashamed. I stepped into the room, humbly, overwhelmed at the sight of my wife in this position. Even as bizarre as it looked, I felt the stirring inside, knowing that my wife was yet again submitting to another man in strange sexual ways.

"Good boy, Eddie. Just take a seat over there off to the side on the floor; in fact, open your pants, and take your little penis out so you can wank on it as you watch your wifey obey me."

God how his words hit me so deeply inside; but I knew to obey. Silently I sat down on the floor, pulling my now hard cock out to stroke myself.

"Now, you were saying little Anna? Or do we need a refresher on what happens when you don't listen to me?"

I saw her pause, trying to collect herself, but then she started in just as she had been when I came up. I watched my wife begging this older man, in an almost girlish voice, begging her "Daddy" to let her please him. She'd stopped her sniffling, and was putting on quite a display; one that was arousing me strongly.

Suddenly he stopped her, and gave her permission, telling her to "come suckle her Daddy"…. I watched, aching inside, as I saw her take his semi-hard cock into her mouth, as she worked it like a young hungry slut, making him hard. She sucked him for the longest time, and finally he rewarded his "little girl" with a mouthful of his gooey load.

"Good girl, good girl…swallow it all like a good little girl." He said to her as he groaned his release into her. He told her not to stop, to keep sucking him until he was satisfied, sucking every last drop that he had to give her. He finally stopped her, and then turned his attention to me.

"Go over to him now, that boy on the floor, Anna. With my fresh load in that sweet mouth that you just swallowed, go give him a nice wet kiss and thank me for letting you suck my cock. Go on, do it little girl."

Anna crawled over to me; I was still just sitting there, pulling on my manhood, as she got right into my face and thanked him as he said. Then she kissed me deeply. I lost it, while she kissed me; I could still taste his cum on her lips, and I suddenly lost control and started spurting.

He broke out laughing in glee, as he stood and put his clothes back on. Without being told, Anna bent her head down and took my still spasming hardness into her mouth, sucking up what I'd spilled, making me groan in shame.

I sat there leaning against the wall, in a state of exhaustion mixed with so much offense as the older man walked over to us. He lifted my wife to a standing position, guiding her by her ponytails; slapping her on the bare ass, his voice was a strong hiss in her face. "Yes, you are a good little girl. I'll be back, sweety; and next time I'm here, you immediately go to the bedroom to prepare yourself. I want you in ponytails, with bright red lipstick, and naked waiting for me on the bed. Do you understand me?"

Anna was completely humred, completely in the role he wanted as she replied with a meek little girl voice. "Yes Daddy, I understand."

With that, he left. Anna crumred down next to me, her arms around me, and began sobbing with her shame.

Sunday was not a quiet day. She had two visitors, one was yet another man that hadn't been by before. The other was Tom, the heavier older man. Both were there just to use her quickly.

The next 3 weeks went by, and she had visitors at least every other night. All of the men had taught her their own special desires, and they had her every way they desired. But it wasn't until the last week that Master Nick made his first appearance. I'd almost forgotten that he was one of the Men who had the "rights".

It was during the day on Friday that he'd apparently called Anna, telling her to empty the house of the kids; he made it clear to her that she had to do this, and that she was not to tell me about his planned visit that evening. She followed his orders, so it was with dumbfounded shock when I answered the door around 7PM to see Him standing there. He had a bag in one hand, and just stood there with a solid confident smile on his face.

Chapter Twenty One: Revelations Begin

"Good evening Eddie. Aren't you going to invite me into your home?"

I hesitated, still in shock that He was there in our doorway. Instant feelings of shame flooded over me, as all of the memories of the time He'd spent on me at the party came bursting into my mind. I stepped aside, motioning for him to come in.

"Eddie, while you are in my presence, you will answer me, properly. And do not forget to call me Master Nick. Now, please invite me into your home for the evening."

My face flushed, and I knew it was going to be a long evening. "Please, Master Nick...come in to my home."

The affect of the past few weeks of men using my wife in our own home had had a dramatic impact on me. It had really begun to hit home, and I was settling into such a meek role, so full of offense that it had begun to seem natural, the way things had to be for me. Maybe that's what Master Nick had been waiting for; for me to be so broken down by the time he arrived, that I wouldn't have any defenses up for His arrival.

He strode past me, setting his bag down beside me as he entered. "Take this up to the bedroom and wait, Eddie. I'll have a look around, but I expect you to be naked and kneeling in the corner of your bedroom when I enter."

I humbly followed his directions, as he went on into the house to explore, as well as to collect my wife. I must have been on the floor kneeling naked for 20 minutes before I heard him approach. My wife entered first, and her face was red and flushed. She was still fully clothed, which surprised me. I was aware of my arousal suddenly; the minute I heard them approach, my humred and lifeless cock had begun to fill. Behind her came in Master Nick. He had a take in his hand, and was sipping it as he stood beside the woman I love and watched me.

Taking his time, he addressed me. "Eddie, you're doing very well in all of this, from what I've understood as well as seen for myself. For the past month, you've watched your loving wife become a whore for our special group; I've been in contact with Master Mark, and he's understanding that it's time to move you both to a new level. That's why I'm here. I think you both fully understand that you're obligated now, to continue to obey; there's going to be another meeting, soon, and I'm here to prepare you both for that. Up until now, Eddie, you haven't really been locked down in your private sexual life with your wife." He knelt down in a superior way before me, still sipping on his take, powering me to look into his eyes as he spoke. "I can only imagine how it's been for you, to know that your wife is a whore for your superiors to use at their leisure; but now it's time for you to begin to understand that your sexuality, both of yours, is truly under our control."

He stood up then, and walked back over to where my wife was standing; there he began to casually touch her. His hand was on her face, then her neck; it caressed the outside of her body, coming back up to unbutton the front of her blouse. "It's also time for you to understand that Mark is just another permister in our group; although he's your Master, and he was the one to bring you in, ultimately you belong to the group. Even Mark doesn't have full control over what happens to you now. He's been grooming you for us; that is a role that he is required to fulfill for us." His words were flooding my mind with fear, even as his hand had now opened her blouse completely. Anna allowed it to be slipped off of her shoulders, falling to the floor in a heap at her feet. I saw her eyes looking down, so humred; she was even trembling slightly, so I knew his words were hitting home with her as well.

"As I said before, by now you understand that you have an obligation. There is no more choosing, and by the way your wife has fallen into her role as a whore this past month, I think you both understand that. Eddie, our group has very special desires, and having a submissive loving couple such as yourselves is a treat for us. We have plans for the two of you, some you may not like. But you don't have a choice in this." His tone had gathered a bit of strength, and his control over us was sinking all the way in. The fear of what he might say next was keeping me on edge, and I also noticed that my wife's eyes were tearing up. His hand had not stopped touching my wife, even more so as he released the clasp on her bra to expose her breast so lewdly as she stood there topless.

"Tonight, Eddie, your own ability to release your sexual urges will become no longer yours. From here on out, sex with your wife will be completely by our design, as well as your own sexuality. I need you to understand this, and to understand that you have no choice in the matter. To make sure you understand, I'm going to remind you of all of the material that we have on you two. Do you understand, Eddie, that you must obey us in all things? I need to hear you say it, and Anna, you too. So Eddie, tell me."

My head was spinning, even as my cock stood out from between my kneeling legs. God how I hated my body's betrayal. I looked down, contemplating, but already knowing that there was no choice. "Yes Sir...I understand. I understand that we have to obey You in all things."

He stood behind Anna as he set his take down, one hand pulling an arm behind her, the other reaching around to roughly fondle her bareness. "Anna?"

Her tears were coming down now, knowing that there was nothing she could do, knowing that it was far too late to put a stop to this. "Yes Sir."

One hand reached up to grasp her throat, in a possessive way. "Little whore, say what it means for you. Tell me you understand. You need to be aware that this means everything, slut. Everything. More than what it's been, far more. Do you know that your own job is ours to control now? Hmm? Do you know that your body is ours, your time is ours, your husband is ours, your life is ours now?"

With a sob, she broke down completely. "Yes Sir, yes.... I know that we belong to you in every way now. I know that we have no choice anymore, at all."

"Good girl, good girl." His voice was somewhat soothing, as he let go of her and whispered for her to completely strip.

Picking up his take, he continued. "In two weeks, you will both spend the weekend with the core members of our group. There, you will learn the full extent of the changes that are coming." Then a mild smirk came to his lips, as he filled in a small detail that seemed to humor him. "Of course, you will both be branded at that time, in more ways than one. You are both going to forever be marked as our owned little couple."

He stood in front of me, so casually unzipping his pants as my wife finished stripping. Pulling out his now hard cock, he pulled my face to it as he continued telling us of our doom. I knew what to do, I knew there was no choice. Even the offense of doing this in front of my wife seemed far way; there was no choice. I opened my mouth, and took him in, going slowly.

He moaned a slight approval, clearly enjoying the power. "Eddie, you have some changes coming your way. I permisterally will handle your conversion the rest of the way. Your wife... well, I won't spoil the surprises. But your wife will be too busy with her own new life to worry about what's becoming of the 'man' she married.

"The key, you see, for both of you, is for you both to learn that your bodies are not your own. Eddie, your focus is to learn that it's all about The Cock. You are going to learn to understand that, and learn your role in this new life. And you are going to learn that your wife's role is something you have to accept and support. Anna, your focus is going to be that your body does not belong to you; every part of your body, every function, belongs to the group now. What we decide for you is how it will be. Even tonight, you are going to learn that your bodily functions are not your own."

At that point, he pulled out of my mouth; I was almost disappointed, wanting to have that task to keep my mind busy, not wanting to be idle and have to focus on the meaning of everything he was revealing to us. He went to his bag then, and pulled out the items that he planned to utilize.

He told me to get on all fours; handing a black plug to my wife, he instructed her to lubricate my ass and to insert the plug. While she did that, he laid out the next item. It was some kind of leather strap; he wrapped it around my waist, pulling up a section that would hold the plug in place. The front of the device had a metal ring that went around my cock and balls, and then it was buckled in place. I was quickly becoming lost in the full presentation of having my body strapped up, feeling the fullness inside of me. He had me crawl across the room to the far corner; there he fastened leather cuffs to each of my limbs, and then those were attached behind my back as I knelt to a pair of bars that were attached in an "X" shape. I was completely immobilized now, in a kneeling position, with a plug in my ass, and my cock throbbing through the ring so visible to them both. A ball gag was the final piece he attached to me. I can't begin to explain the depths of presentation that flooded into me in that position. I was helpless, and I knew it. Now his attention turned to my wife, the woman I love with all of my heart; and I knew that there was nothing I would be able to do to help save her.

Her binding was simple; it was a long single leather 'glove' that he slid up her arms as they were behind her back. Laces allowed the glove to be tightened, and her chest was thrust out as he tightened it. He led her to the bed where she was then bent over. From his bag, he grabbed some more equipment, then disappeared into the bathroom.

"Anna, this is the beginning of your training, where you will learn that your body is simply not your own. It's important for you to begin to understand this, because in the end, you are going to fully understand how this body now belongs to the group." With that said, he approached her, and I knew what he had in store. It was an enema. Although I'd never seen any of the equipment first hand, I knew enough to recognize it. He took his time with setting it up, and then took even more time in administering it to her. My angle allowed me to watch it all; I couldn't get over the fact that I was so helpless. I watched her offense, saw as she buried her face in the bed with tears, heard her groaning with the discomfort. I could see her belly getting distended as he filled her further and further. It was then that he pulled out a camera, and took pictures of her so lewdly bent over and full; he made sure that she knew what he was doing, having her turn her tear stained eyes to the camera. For good measure, he also took photos of me in my helpless position.

He left her to squirm like that for the longest time, as he went downstairs to fix another take. When he came back up, he helped her up and into the restroom. I could see as he stood there watching her, without emotion, as she was powerd to void herself in front of him. He continued to mention to her that her body was from here on out not her own, that she needed to learn and accept this fact. I could see that he was the one to clean her up, since her hands were still tightly bound behind her back; then he led her back to the bed and proceeded to do it all over again!

It was *******ing me, to see my wife so humiliated; even all that we'd done to date, with so many men using her, none of it compared to how much shame I knew she was feeling now. Her sobbing continued, and I could see that she was now in a real sense of 'sub-space'. I doubted she was even really aware of my own presence in the room now. He took her again into the restroom, and this time pictures were taken. Cleaning her up again, he then led her out on very wobbly legs back to the bed. Releasing her arms, he then stripped and joined her on the bed. He held her, kissing her gently, whispering things to her that I couldn't make out. I knelt there, quietly, aching, watching as she answered whispered questions, watching as she kissed him back, watching as they seemed to cuddle like lovers. I felt my own anguish overwhelm me as he made love to her; there is no other description for what he did. My anguish overwhelmed me because it seemed to me that she made love back to him. A man she hardly even knew had just humiliated her beyond words, and then they made love, all in front of me. I just wanted to crumble down and drown in my misery.

In the quiet of their afterglow, as they cuddled, I knelt there, feeling the pain sink into me, feeling the shame. Mixed with the arousal that still wouldn't go away, my mind began to accept it. All of it. There was no way around it, as He said.

Then Master Nick was out of the bed, standing before me. The ball gag was removed, and I was sucking His cock. His words whispered down to me, as I tasted the mixture of their lovemaking. "It's all about The Cock."

As His Cock hardened again, he released me from my bondage. Bent over the bed, just as my wife was earlier, my plug was removed, and His Cock was in me. My face was burning, my grunting from being taken the only noise in the room.

My wife's nakedness was before me now; he'd told her to get up, and present herself to me. I hadn't realized it earlier, but somehow he must've been in her ass. It had been cleaned, it only made sense that he would use it. It was still flowering from being used, and I could see Master Nick's semen still oozing from it. My lips were on her, my tongue in her, sucking, licking. I knew my place. It was all about The Cock.

It was 2 a.m. when I woke up. I was on the floor, wrapped tightly from shoulders to ankles in rope; I was next to the bed that Master Nick was in with my wife. The noise that woke me was him making love to her again; no, it wasn't making love. He was fucking her. Hard. Suddenly my own cock was alive again; I still hadn't been allowed any kind of release, and my balls were feeling sore from being aroused so much. I couldn't see up on the bed, and it was dark anyway; but I could hear him speaking to her harshly. Then I heard slaps, and her gasping out in pain, along with her grunts from being fucked. I couldn't be sure, but I though the slaps were on her face. His tone was harsh, and his words harsher.

"You fucking stupid slut, nothing can save you from this. Your man, your husband, the fucking wimp is bound on the floor beside us. He can't save you, and he won't. You don't have any choice in this, not anymore. You have no idea the things that will be done to you, you stupid whore." She was crying, and I heard more slaps. Over and over, he continued his verbal and physical assault, and eventually he had made her beg for this. Beg to be used, beg to be hurt, beg to be marked permanently as a sexual slave for the Group.

"Your job, your life...all of that is about to change. Neither of you have any choice in this!" Those were his last words as he released his pent up passion into her yet again tonight.

In the morning, I woke to Master Nick taking the rope from my body. He stood me up next to the bed and pointed out my wife who was still lying there half arelax. She was a mess. Her hair was a tangled mess, but what really stood out to me was her face. It was in a perpetual flush, obviously from being slapped quite a bit. Her cheeks were puffy, not overly so, but looking sore. Her lower lip was swollen as well, as if she'd bit it hard...or someone bit it hard. Her eyes weren't black, but one of them showed hints of bruising.

"Do you see your whore wife, Eddie?" he said as he yanked the covers down off of her body. She was sprawled out, looking so much like a used woman. Her breast was red too, marks showing strongly from where she was gripped or even slapped there as well. She stirred slightly, and a low moan escaped her lips as she grumred from being disturbed. Obviously she was exhausted.

Master Nick, still naked, then climbed in on top of her, entering her in a single thrust. He turned his head to look at me, locking on my eyes the whole time. "You know, Eddie, there's nothing quite like taking a man's wife right in front of him. The power, my God how invigorating it is."

I just stood there, watching. I didn't know what to say, what to do. There really was nothing I could say. And worse yet, my arousal came on strongly again.

He laughed as he saw my shame. "Yes, look at you. Look at your little peter, Eddie. You aren't a man. Standing there, watching as the woman you love is being worryed. Did you see her face, Eddie? Your wife can be beaten, in your own bed, right next to you. Beaten, and fucked....and all you can do is stand there with your hard-on, wanting to wank off at the very image of it all." He continued working his cock in and out of her, fucking her, pausing in his verbal berating just to enjoy the fuck. It was a quick fuck, a demonstration all for the benefit of beating me down. "Watch, Eddie, watch as I use her in front of you. Watch as I *** this whore you call your wife." His eyes were locked on mine as I saw him intensify and then spill what he had into her.

Resting on top of her for a moment, he turned his attention to looking at her face. Suddenly with a violent move, he leaned in and sucked hard on her neck, making her cry out; one thing I noticed though, was that she didn't reach to push him away...her arms simply grabbed on to his back, her knuckles clenching white as she endured it. When he pulled away, there was a huge, dark mark on the full side of her neck. He admired his work for a moment, then he spit on her face; a backhand came down against her cheek. She cried out, moving her hands up to prevent any more blows; she was sobbing, likely from shame as well as pain. Then he was out of the bed. He shoved me off to the side as he strode into the shower.

I laid down next to her, holding her. I didn't know what to say, so I just soothed her by lying with my arms around her. She continued sobbing into my chest until Master Nick came out of the shower.

With a towel around his waist, he went purposefully to his bag, and pulled out yet another device. This was a device I'd been expecting, after the way he'd talked last night.

"Do you know what this is, Eddie?" he said as he held it up. Without waiting for an answer, he went on. "This is a male chastity device. A CB3000." Sitting down next to me, he reached between my legs to put the device on me. I was still semi-hard, but he managed to get it in place.

I didn't want to move, I wanted to hold my wife; and he didn't make me move. He simply reached between my legs and handled my genitals as if it were only natural. My face turned beat red, and my insides were churning at the simple act of what he was doing. But I didn't try to stop him. I was already defeated.

From the bag again, he pulled out a tiny metal lock. It was snapped in place without ceremony. He paused to study what he'd done, handling me a bit more to make sure everything was snug and right; then he looked me in the eyes again, smiling. "There. Now we know you won't be able to pleasure yourself, with or without your wife. Eddie, if you try to break out of it, your life will be destroyed by the photos and videos of what you've done. So I recommend that you keep that in mind." His attention turned to Anna; she was still lightly sniffling, her head against my chest. "Anna, now you have a mild taste of what it's like to know that you have absolutely no control. Savor the taste, and think on it long and hard. You have no choices anymore in this, and you will do the things that are required of you."

He held up his hand, showing us a small white disk, like a make-up compact. I felt Anna gasp before he made it clear to both of us what it was. "I found these, and will take them with me now." He realized that it still hadn't hit me what it was. "It's her birth control, Eddie. She will not be on the pill from here on out. That is something we control now. Everything is going to be Our way."

My heart sank, my stomach nearly flipped. My mouth opened to say something, but I caught myself. And with another sickness, I realized that my cock had just tried to jump in the cock cage.

With an evil grin, Master Nick finished dressing and then left.

Chapter Twenty Two:

Revelations

Anna stayed in the bedroom the rest of the day. She'd taken a long, long shower, and wanted to be left alone. I'd spent most of the day tinkering in the garage, trying to keep my mind off of everything; but the cock cage kept my mind on my position.

That evening we sat quietly on the couch together. Her face was ok, not really showing any of the marks that I'd been afraid would stay.

And then Master Mark showed up. He was back in town now, and despite the pain it brought to me, I was almost somewhat relieved to see him. I'd answered the door because Anna had almost turned to tears when the doorbell rang. I brought him down to the living room where we had been watching TV.

He greeted Anna and sat down next to her; he allowed me to sit in one of the chairs across the room, but I realized that he was in a serious mood.

After a brief casual conversation about his trip out of town on business, he brought us back to the reality of our situation.

"Listen. I want you both to know that things have gone further than I had expected; I'm not against it, it's where I want you to be....but I need you both to focus on trusting me. I'm your best hope in all of this, and I need your undivided loyalty and trust. Believe it or not, my own situation is not completely unlike yours. I'm in this for the long haul, and I don't have complete and total authority over you now. The Group has that control, and it's not something I can easily overthrow; but I do have a measure of authority, and I will do my best to protect both of you." He looked at me, locking his strong eyes on me. "Eddie, you have to trust me, and do things that I say. If you want to protect your wife, you have to trust in me."

Suddenly Anna broke down, grabbing on to him and sobbing into his shoulder. "Please, Mark. I'm scared. The things that have been done to me, and now.....god, please."

It *******ed me inside, to see her looking to him in that way. But I knew that He was the only one who could help us.

He was actually soothing to her; he put his arm around her, and quietly 'shushed' her, telling her it would be ok.

Then he turned to me, as she continued softly whimpering in his arm. "Eddie, I understand that you are now locked away. Stand up for me, strip completely. Stand over here, so I can see what's been done to you."

Through all of our talking so far, I'd had a moment to think that maybe the evening would go by without the physical reminder of our situation. But now I knew that I wouldn't be able to avoid the offense. I stood, quietly taking off all of my clothing. The reality of standing naked, with a cock cage on, before my wife and Master in my own living room left me light headed, shamed. I stood there quietly, with my eyes down, while Master Mark took in the sight of my shame. It hurt inside, feeling the arousal hitting again, and feeling the trapped sensation of my inability to even gain a full erection.

Anna had stopped her sobbing, and opened her eyes in time to see Him reach out and idly fondle my bound cock. As He cupped my balls, a slight smile escaped His lips. "Yes, you are definitely in quite a predicament eddie. Tell me. You know that your sexuality is controlled completely, don't you."

My presentation was in full swing already, and I nodded yes. My voice was nothing but a whisper. "Yes Master."

Without taking His hand from my balls, he turned his attention to my wife. "Anna, you see how powerless he is now, don't you." She simply nodded a yes, as she sniffled, getting control back over her own emotions. "And you know that I'm your only protector in this, yes? Look at me, and tell me, even as I hold your husband's balls."

I felt my own cheeks flushing at the reality of his words, and also noted the flush on Anna's face as she accepted the inevitable. "Yes, Master, I know You are my protector. Please, Master. I'll do whatever You want. Please. Just please protect us."

"Kiss me." It was a simple command, but overwhelming for me to stand and watch. I sank deep inside, as I watched the woman I love reach up to kiss Him. She knew what he wanted. She knew it wasn't a sexual kiss; it was a kiss of passion. A kiss that would be normally reserved for the man she loves.

The kiss lasted forever. I felt his grip on my balls tighten, as she continued until he was satisfied.

"Good girl." His eyes were penetrating hers, and they shared something intimate in that moment. Then he turned back to me. "Eddie, you need to be the most obedient you have ever been. Next weekend, we are having another gathering; it won't be a full blown party, this is planned as an initiation for the both of you."

His pause had a dramatic effect, and Anna had tensed up. Suddenly she was pleading. "Mark, Master Mark...please.... I'll do anything You want, we'll both do anything You want....just please, don't take us back there. Please, just let this be between us, You know we'll do anything You want, for as long as You want....."

Her voice died off as His stare at her became cold. "No. It cannot be that way. The Group has control of you, and there's nothing I can do. We have to be careful...." He seemed to be contemplating something, and then he let it go. "Listen to me. I am the closest thing you have to a friend in this, but don't mistake that for weakness. I have my own permisteral desires in this, and I will do what I can to make things go the way I want." He emphasized it strongly, HIS way. Inside, my stomach was churning, and I knew I needed to support my wife, I needed to do something, anything, to protect her.

I knelt down suddenly, and looked up into His strong eyes with a pleading. "Please Master. Please.... I don't care what happens to me. Just.....please...take care of Anna."

A smile crept onto His face. "Yes, very good eddie. Keep that train of thought. You make sure you remember saying that. Eddie, you will do anything, ANYTHING, to have me be your wife's protector?"

His words twisted in my mind. I knew I was being set up, but I couldn't see any way around it. "Yes. Yes Master. I'll do anything to have You be the protector of my wife. Please." It was genuine. My pleading was real, and I knew it had real consequences.

I felt Anna's eyes on me, and for a moment I could feel her love so strongly again.

Suddenly He stood. "Anna, go upstairs, and wait for me in bed. Eddie, come with me."

I was led, naked, down to the basement. A pair of handcuffs came from nowhere, and I was given a small towel from the laundry to 'sit' on right next to the furnace. The cuffs were on my wrists, behind my back, through a pole against the cement wall. Just before leaving me there, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I'm going up to fuck your wife, eddie, in your bed. I don't know if you'll be able to hear, but I'm hoping the ductwork allows you to at least hear a little. If not, then keep in mind that she's going to be making love to me tonight. And eddie. Next week...I'm going to make sure things go my way; and I will expect you to abide by your stated desire to do ANYTHING."

With that, he left me alone, in the dark, naked, and unable to even get a full erection. God how I felt the internal agony. I stayed there awake for hours. I never could hear much of anything going on upstairs, but my imagination filled in all of the silence. Even when I knew it must be 3a.m., and knew they were likely arelax together, I was awake, in agony. So much pain, to imagine a man in my bed, with my wife...picturing her curled up against him, and wanting him to be her protector. I didn't know how much more of this I could take, and my mind disappeared into fitful dreams as exhaustion took away my consciousness.

******

Anna was the one to wake me, and release me. She wouldn't talk about the night. She was distant, cold. During the day on Sunday, I heard her talking quietly on the phone several times. I knew to leave her alone, and fell into my own world.

The week went by as "normal" as normal can be. We had no visitors, although I knew that Anna was spending a lot of time on the phone in the evenings. I didn't dare ask what was going on during the daytime, if anything. By Friday, I still had no new information on the events that were planned for us, although I suspected Anna had more information by now. The kids were once again going to their grandparents, for the whole weekend. After work on Friday, Anna let me know that we were going to be gone for more than one night this time, but that we didn't need to worry about packing.

For me, the intensity was unbearable; but in a way I really didn't understand. I've never felt so powerless, as I felt now. The sexual desires inside of me were burning beyond anything I've ever felt, likely because of the fact that I could never even attain a full erection. I needed relief, but couldn't even get to the point of being able to simulate in my mind humping anything in front of me. The offense of my whole situation had completely overwhelmed my mind, and I think I was to the point that had been intended all along: I was a submissive married man. Completely submissive. My desire was to obey, completely, fully. Simple. To obey.

I guess that's why I didn't press Anna all week for more information; I didn't press her even now, as we prepared for the weekend. I put on the clothing that she wanted me in, and I submissively waited on her, bringing her anything she wanted. And then I was waiting downstairs for her, not even knowing if we were going to be picked up or if we were driving together.

Anna answered the door, when the bell rang. She led 3 men in. One I recognized as being one of the more outspoken at the last party; older, but distinguished. The other 2 men were big guys, typical 'stud' looking guys; briefly my mind pictured them as "the muscle" of the group.

"Eddie, we've met before, but I don't think we've ever been formally introduced. Everyone calls me Doc. I understand you are ready to join us in your role formally this evening, yes?"

I wanted to tell him that I had no idea what was going on, that I wanted to get out of this badly...but I knew better. Humbly, I answered respectfully. "Yes Sir."

He turned briefly to address his companions. "Gentlemen, why don't you trade out the vehicles. Anna, get the keys to the car in the garage, and help them out. They know what to do. I want to spend a minute talking with eddie."

His tone was clearly superior, like a real doctor...which later I found out he really was. He sat down on the couch next to me, and his tone seemed friendly, but I could sense the power that he knew he held.

"eddie, before we leave, you are going to be given something. But I need some information first." He proceeded to ask me medical questions, about allergies, my family history, and such. Satisfied, he opened a briefcase that I hadn't really noticed that he'd brought in. At that time, Anna came back in from the garage, and the 2 men were close behind her.

"Good, Anna dear, you're just in time. I need you to help with this." He focused intently on what he was doing, filling a syringe, while he spoke almost idly to us. "I need your help Anna, because I want this mental impact of what you're doing as well as the physical assistance. Take the bottle of holy water that you see there, and use one of the cotton balls to clean his arm, just like what you've had done or seen on TV. No, no, not there, right there..." he pointed to the crook of my arm. "See that big vein there? That's what we're shooting for."

I felt the trepidation inside, but was already mentally prepared to obey as expected. I knew that I had to go through this, that there just really was no other choice. And I didn't even know what it was that was happening.

"Good girl, Anna." His voice was so much like that of a grandman talking to a young girl. "Now, eddie, hold out your arm for me. Anna, you understand, yes?" I was missing something, but saw her slowly nod her head.

The prick into my arm stung. I've always hated shots. I know I should have been fearing for my life, but I was resigned. It didn't surprise me to feel the wooziness coming on. I leaned back, hearing his voice slowly becoming more distant. "Yes, good boy eddie, just lie back and relax, just let go." A soft chuckle. "When you wake, things will be different for you. Your life will be changed, and you will know your place finally." Then everything went black.

Anna watched as her husband quietly, obediently surrendered to being haveged. It had sunk in deeply, over the last month, that he was now so absorbed into this circle of darkness, that it really didn't surprise her that he allowed this to be done.

She was aware of her own descent, and had come to accept the simple fact that she had no control, and that even her own husband could no longer save them. Her hope, the small light that she focused on now, was the thought that maybe Mark would take care of them. He'd given her that hope, last weekend, when she'd made love to him like there was no tomorrow. He knew he had her, and she wanted to show him. All of the harshness from the past month had broken her down, and she now knew that she needed Mark, that she wanted him... she could even admit to herself that she loved him. She loved His control, she loved His power. And now it was something she needed; not just for her own desires, but for her own survival. She needed to belong to Him, in every way, to survive this.

This past week, Master Mark had spoken with her daily; she felt that he was confiding in her, telling her things....but still she honestly didn't know what was going to happen this weekend. She knew though, that both she and her husband would be haveged before leaving the house. She knew that she was to keep everything to herself, telling nothing to her husband, and even keeping silent to Those that she would come into contact with. She was to be the submissive, completely. And she was. It was more than just an act...it was now who she was; and she knew it.

She watched as her husband fell into a deep dream. Watched as the two men came around to strip him of his clothing, bind him up carefully, and then carry him out to their car that was now in the garage.

She then obediently stripped off her own clothing, and knelt down before Doc, holding her arm out willingly to accept her own haveging. It almost seemed euphoric, the whole situation, as she felt the haze come over her, fogging her mind into a driftless void.

Voices haunted my 'relax'. Pictures were painted in my mind, pictures of my wife as a slave, serving as a submissive sexual slut. Pictures of Cocks flooded my mind, their power over my wife as well as myself, images of myself kneeling and worshipping a large Cock, a darkly clad Master hazy in my view standing over me. I could feel arousal, aching arousal, unsatisfied bound arousal.

Slowly I came to realize my eyes were open, and some of the images were real. I could see a man clad in black leather near me, busy in some way. I could see bondage equipment everywhere, tables to bind people, chains hanging from the walls, a glow from a fireplace. I was lying on a table, my hands spread over my head clasped by metal holding them tightly. My legs were spread as well, widely, with my feet raised in stirrups holding them up and away from my body. I could feel a sensation between my legs; a wetness, and something touching me. Looking down in my haze, I could see a figure shaving me. My legs, my crotch, even my ass. It was a surreal sensation, in my still haveged state, feeling a hand testing the smoothness of my legs, even as my crotch was receiving the careful finishing touches of being denuded.

I realized that I was still hearing the voices that were making me see the Power of the Cock; it was in my head, and it wasn't coming from those in the room. Headphones. I had headphones on. The voice I could hear at the moment was a dark male voice, bold despite the whisper. "....nothing left for You now but to worship the Cock. There is no choice now, eddie. You will worship the Cock; all Cocks are superior to you. Your role, from here on out, is to provide pleasure to the Superior Cocks, in any way that's demanded of you. Your wife, the woman you love, she is there for the Cock. You are there for the Cock; your mouth is a portal for It, and you must always remember to obey the Cock."

It kept on, and on. I realized it had been in my head forever, it seemed. Slowly it came back to me that I'd allowed myself to be haveged; most likely the recording had been going on for hours now. Even as I tried to take in my surroundings, images of Cock Worship were there in my mind. It was a feeling inside of me, as if that's the way it had to be. My wife, myself....slaves to the Cock.

Anna slowly found herself in a dreamworld. She knew she'd been having a restless 'relax', with voices in her head reminding her of her new role serving the Group. Different male voices were still in her head, voices she recognized from the core Group that now owned her. Individually, she had hazy memories of them, with reminders that her body was no longer her own; she knew she did not belong to her husband anymore, and she knew that the man she loved was already being absorbed into presentation to them. The voices slowly became clearer to her, as she came out of her haveged state. She also realized that her eyes were open, and she was seeing feminine hands in front of her face, close to her, as they worked on putting makeup on her. Every now and then, something, fingers, manipulated her sex which she remembered was bare. Her arms were behind her, bound tightly; by the texture, it felt to be solid leather all the way up to her shoulders. As consciousness slowly came to her, she could see the background; there were a couple of men in the room talking seriously in a quiet manner. The voices in her head were coming from headphones, she realized. "Anna, every part of your body belongs to the Group. You know us now, and We know you. We know every part of you, every part of your life. Your husband is ours now, provided to us by your own carnal desires. It's too late to go back, and you know this. The marking on your bodies will be symbolic, known to all in our Group. From this moment on, you are no longer in control of anything. Every function of your body, from eating to breathing to sexual pleasure, it belongs to the group. Tonight, the special kind of branding will confirm that."

The voice went on, and was replaced by yet another dominant male voice, and the words remained in her mind even as she slowly came to grips with the position that she was now in.

After a time, Master Mark was before her, his calm smile soothing to her. The woman applying makeup to her had left, but still she could feel an occasional fingering of her now soaked need between her legs. She'd realized that her bondage also included a high-neck collar, one that kept her from looking down at her body that she knew was still naked.

Master Mark reached out to her, and she felt the headphones being removed. "Anna." Just the sound of his voice made her ache inside, and suddenly she wanted badly to feel him plunge into her. "Your husband is being prepared for your initiation, and it seems you are almost ready."

Chapter Twenty Three: Branding

Released from the table that was holding me while I was being shaved, 2 men held my arms and escorted me over to an area that could only be described as a small stage. Large, very comfortable-looking black leather chairs surrounded the area, although they were empty at the moment. I was led up the one step to the stage, and placed on a table/chair that was very similar to the one I'd just been in. On my back, the table seemed to be at a 45 degree angle; my feet were placed up in stirrups and strapped in. My arms were pulled down somewhat behind my back, fastened together under the table. Even with my head still foggy from the haveged state I'd been in, I was very aware of how helpless and exposed I was. The two men worked together to get me bound, and one of them focused on restraining my now naked genitals into a chastity device; once again, I knew that my arousal would even be controlled by these people. I was left to sit there with my imagination running overtime, and even while being left alone I could feel my bare cock straining to reach some kind of hardness.

Anna was led to the area where her husband had been restrained now for some time. She saw him bound as he was, and made eye contact with him briefly. Her heart ached to see him brought down so low, but she could also feel that her arousal was overriding everything. Master Mark was leading her to the same area, with a leash attached to the collar that was keeping her standing tall; her bare breast was thrust out, powerd out by the sleeve that bound her arms together behind her back. She noticed about a dozen men gathering around, settling into the black leather chairs that would afford each of them a solid view of the stage that she was led up onto next to her husband.

Standing there, with her head held up high by the collar, she was powerd to look up and out at the men watching; she could see the confidence in all of them, the cocky smiles that openly grinned at her beauty that was exposed to all of them.

Master Mark began speaking to the men as the lights dimmed even lower. "As you all know, we have before us today a beautiful wife, with her husband completely subdued and bound. Anna, and her husband eddie." The men let out an applause, and words of dark approval. "They are here tonight, to willingly surrender completely to our Group; isn't that right, Anna?"

As he directed the question at her, in that same moment, she saw a video camera in the background being worked by another member. The reality of this surreal world was crashing into her abruptly, but her own arousal hit home at the same moment...for in that brief moment of hesitation, Master Mark had reached down between her legs to toy with her wet clit, making her feel the heat burn inside again. "Yes Master" was her quiet response. At His urging, she repeated it more fully. "Yes Master... we're here tonight......willingly..... to surrender completely."

"No matter what, Anna?"

"No matter what."

"And you will do anything, comply with any direction, no matter what?"

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "Yes Master, no matter what."

"Anna, we're going to take over your lives completely. In that, I mean that you will quit your job, Anna... you will become one of ours, and you will work for us daily. Is that what you want, Anna?"

She was trembling now, visibly shaken, but a quietly whispered "trust me" from Master Mark helped her remain strong enough to maintain herself. "Yes Master....i will do whatever it is that You tell me to do." Her response was soft, but solid.

"And your husband, eddie." He paused to walk over to her husband, His hand reaching down to run almost lovingly through his hair. "What of your husband, Anna?"

The presentation was overwhelming her, and it was plain in her voice. "We'll both do whatever you tell us to do, Master Mark."

"Anna, we're going to mark both of you tonight. Are you ready to watch your husband be branded as a submissive slave, a submissive slave to a group of men, Anna? Are you ready to be branded yourself? There's no turning back, you know. I need to hear it from you, from your lips. Ask us to brand your husband. Ask us to brand you both." Then his voice took on a darker tone. "Convince me, Anna."

She turned to him, tears streaming down her face, and then she suddenly knelt. "Please Master." A hesitation, then she continued. "Please Master...we'll obey You. Please mark us. Mark my husband. Mark me. Brand us as Yours."

We didn't know what the branding would be, although he explained it as a man with a small kit came up on the stage at Master Mark's gesture. "eddie, you are about to be branded with the mark of a cuckold; you just heard your wife beg for it, now I need to hear your consent." He pointed at the man with the video camera, and I knew what was expected.

My stomach had been sinking, the whole time I heard Master Mark's words, and my wife's words. I could see her plainly, as she knelt there with her arms bound behind her back, her breast jutting forward. She almost seemed proud to be on display like that; but I know it was the collar that kept her so tall, exposing her body to all of these men.

My hesitant interlude was interrupted by Master Mark's breath next to my ear. "eddie, remember what you said to me. You told me that you would do anything to protect your wife. Now is the time. Look into the camera, and state plainly that you wish to be marked. That you wish to be owned by us. That you surrender to us the control over your life, as well as over your wife." His whisper was strong, unwavering.

With my legs spread open, showing my now denuded crotch, and my cock locked away in a cage...I looked into the camera and surrendered. Shame flushed my face, but I knew it was where I belonged. I gave up myself, and my wife. I gave them the power.

As the tattoo artist began working on the soft bare skin right above my caged cock, Master Mark described the image being placed on me. It was 3 circles, one with a bold arrow piercing the female symbol/circle, and the male symbol that represented me had a 'soft' arrow, seeming to droop. Once it was completed, a heated branding iron was then brought over, and it was explained to me that it was an icon of their Group...the hind legs of a horse with a large cock jutting out. As the heat seared into my skin just above the tingling tattoo, I let out a small cry, and the tears came flowing down as the reality of being permanently marked forever in my status flooded my mind.

"Both a tattoo, and a physical burned in brand.... Those will last forever, eddie. And you will forever know what they mean. And now it's time for your wife."

I saw her face again, and it was wet with tears. She was made to sit down, leaning back against Master Mark, with her legs voluntarily spread wide. Her tattoo was a much more elaborate design of their icon, and it was placed right above her bare intimacy just like mine. I was told to watch, and to never take my eyes off of my wife while this was being done to her. At the same time, I felt a presence between my spread legs, and was suddenly slowly invaded. It was almost too much for me, but I was way beyond the point of ever hoping to get out of this. The tattoo on Anna took almost 30 minutes; the entire time, a cock was in my ass, slowly, ever so slowly fucking me. It was a large cock, and it infused in my mind everything that had happened. When the artist finally stepped back and said it was complete, the man who'd been fucking me chose that moment to release into me. The *** completed it all. I knew, and could feel the transformation in my mind as the liquid heat flooded deep into me.

Anna was then used....by every single man there. They spent all night using her. Part of the time, I was spoken to, as they pointed out what they'd done to each of us. I was told that she would quit her job on Monday, and then report to her new place of work on Tuesday. I was told that I would keep my job for now; but that a position was being developed just for me, and that soon I would be quitting my job as well. All of this was being stated, and done, to make us both know that we were now fully dependent on them. Our money, our livelihood...would all come from the Group, and that for us to survive, we would have to obey them in every way from now on. We would genuinely be dependent on those who now had our complete presentation. No way out.

A final cleaning and dressing was applied to my brand, and I was led away by a man whose name I didn't even know. I was taken to a small room that had walls of rock, with a very heavy wooden door; it was like a primister cell from a 3rd world country. A single bare toilet sat in one corner with a sink, and a small mattress was lying on the bare floor. It was lit by a single bulb that hung from the ceiling. I was locked away in there without prelude. Knowing it was late, and being so exhausted, I crumpled on the mattress and fell into a restless relax, not knowing the fate of my wife, and not really being able to even think about it.

Anna was nearly incoherent. She'd been used in every way possible, it seemed to her. She ached, physically, and mentally. The pain from her markings reminded her, in the back of her mind, the finality of it all.

She was aware of being carried away, taken to a room. Another of the many rooms in this mansion, but she didn't see much outside of the soft bed that she found herself on. She was no longer bound, but couldn't have lifted a finger if her life depended on it.

The man who'd been reference to as "Doc" was next to her, and she was vaguely aware of voices, although she wasn't able to really comprehend the conversation. A prick in her arm was felt, but the warmth that flowed into her had her even further out of it than she'd been from the exhaustion.

"There we go, that's the first of her many shots. If we can keep this going for 2 weeks, she'll be exactly the way we need."

Master Mark stood there, worn out himself, as he watched Doc inject this sexy woman that he was becoming attached to. Master Nick was there with him, watching with his ever present smirk.

Mark knew what the plans were, and there was no way to avoid it. It wouldn't be that bad, he told himself. The haveging that was planned for Anna would make her so much more pliable, close to the standard "dumb blonde", but almost in a "junkie" way. Chemically, they would make her need them, and make her completely unable to resist the brainwashing that was planned to make her so compliant. Her husband would see it, he would know it. His own conditioning would be done with little in the way of haves, although there would be some needed. But he would know what was being done to his wife. Sometimes Nick annoyed him, with his hardcore stance to it all; but he took all of that in stride. Nick had his own desires to handle everything with Eddie's incorporation into their world, and that suited Mark just fine.

"I'll head down and follow up with our new boy toy; you enjoy that slut tonight, if you can deal with the mess." Nick walked off with a light laugh that mildly annoyed Mark.

He laid down in exhaustion beside Anna, one hand idly tracing the beauty that was his now. He was arelax before 5 minutes had gone by.

Master Nick opened the locked door for Doc, and stood by as Eddie stirred from his relax.

Doc said very little, just opening his case, pulling out the hypodermic that had been prepped for Eddie, then injecting him. He stood and walked out, patting Nick on the shoulder with a "good night".

Master Nick knelt down in front of the dazed and subdued husband. "Well, eddie, it's begun. You're marked forever now, you know. And the plans we have for that sweet piece of ass you call your wife....mmmm." He leaned in conspiratorially. "But don't you worry, boy, we have plenty of plans for you too. Since you're so out of it but still conscious, I'm going to enjoy planting the thoughts in your mind. You should know that your lovely little wife is going to be bred. Yes, bred. Once the have procedures are complete, she'll then be impregnated....and no, not by you. There's nothing more erotic to some than to see a plump pregnant slut who's a slave. Imagine the things that will be done, the things that can be done to a pregnant slut. The milking, the videos; all of the control. Mmmm. And you, eddie. Can you feel the softness of your own mind, eddie? The silky smooth softness of your lower body, the permanent marking to show what you are, and the warmth inside from knowing that we're teaching you the pleasures of being a woman? You will be changed, mentally, as well as physically. Chemicals." He grinned as he stated it. "Certain chemicals can do incredible things to men, when introduced to their bodies. It'll affect your mind, your body, your sexuality. So much to do to you...and so much time. We have the rest of your life!" He reached down to stroke eddie's now smooth leg, then left to get his own relax.

Chapter Twenty Four:

The new life

It was mid afternoon before eddie's primister door opened again. He was groggy, stiff, and sore. A leash was clipped to his caged manhood, and he was led out of the room to a bland shower that had all of the appearance of a high-school locker room shower. An unsympathetic man had unclipped the leash, and muttered that eddie should take care of his morning needs and shower, that he'd be back in 30 minutes to get him. There was a toilet, beside the shower, so he utilized it. It chagrined him to realize that he had to sit to pee. His legs felt so bizarre, being so smooth. There was a toothbrush with toothpaste, so he used it in the shower. The water burned his newly acquired markings, but the water was clean and warm; it felt good to wash. The fog in his mind cleared up only slightly, and the images from all that had happened, as well as images from his dreams were still haunting him. He wondered where his wife was, and what time it was. But everything seemed so far away, and he followed his instructions automatically.

The same man who led him there came back and reattached the leash, leading him away with the same unsympathetic attitude. Up some stairs he was led, and then he was led out a back door to an expansive open outside area. The sun was out, but it wasn't too hot. As his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he scanned around to see a large in-ground pool off to his left. Several people were enjoying the pool, and then he caught sight of his wife. She was actually lying on her stomach, fully nude, as a younger man he didn't recognize was massaging her with oil. Her face was turned toward her husband, but her eyes were closed. He also noticed that she had headphones on, and he briefly wondered if it was music or more of the magictic 'lesmisters' that she was listening to.

His attention was brought back to his own situation as he had just been led to a pair of posts that were solidly in the ground, spaced apart by a few feet. Standing between them, his wrists were lifted and cuffed to each post, and his ankles had the same chains, effectively spreading him in a standing spread-eagle. Then he was left alone, without a word being spoken to him.

Without any choice, I stood there basically immobile; left alone is when my arousal began to *** me yet again. Still bound with the cock cage, and it kept me from being able to get a full erection...the more it restricted, the more my body tried to respond. There was nothing to take my mind from this, because I kept focusing on the man who was rubbing oil into my naked wife. There were others at the pool, most lounging in the sun with takes, and a few were floating in the pool on rafts. Then I saw Master Mark come out in trunks; he knelt down, and was talking to the man rubbing her down as one of his hands idly moved some of her hair off of her face. She didn't seem to notice, or move; Master Mark seemed to smile, looking down at the beauty of my relaxed and naked wife.

Suddenly a presence was behind me, and a voice was speaking casually. "A beautiful scene, isn't it eddie?"

It was Master Nick. I didn't answer him, not knowing what was expected. The realization of how vulnerable I was seemed to set in; how humred, being bound outside like this was hitting home.

Master Nick moved in closer, so close that his breath could be felt on the back of my neck. "You know she's being conditioned. She's hardly even aware of her surroundings right now. She's on a regimen of haves now, and is so relaxed with the massaging. Can you see the headphones, eddie?" he paused long enough to take a take from the glass that he was holding. "She's listening to a very special program, one designed just for her. This is going to continue, day in and day out, until she's brainwashed the way we want her to be."

Suddenly his hand was caressing my bare ass, cupping it, feeling the smoothness from being so cleanly shaved. It sent a chill up my spine, and for some reamister that I can't stand, and can't understand, my arousal pushed even harder against the cock cage.

I could smell the holy water on his breath, as he continued in a heavy whisper. "You like that, don't you eddie. Seeing your wife haveged, controlled, used. And you like knowing that you can't do anything about it, don't you eddie." His hand was gripping my ass, feeling me so completely. I felt so strangely ***d, even though all he was doing was touching me. My head dropped down, shame making me suddenly feel so weak.

He laughed, enjoying my troured physical expression, enjoying it that I couldn't even answer him. "I'm sure you're hungry by now, eddie." He walked around to the front of me as he spoke. "You've slept half the day away. Let me get Doc, and then we'll take care of that hunger of yours." Glancing back at the pool, he caught sight of Doc, who was just walking out with his little briefcase. Waving to catch his attention, Doc waved back with a gesture that indicated he'd be over shortly.

"Ah, what timing...we'll let him take care of your wife first." He was back behind me, directing my attention to the pool. "Watch, eddie. Watch as your beloved wife gets more of her special 'treatment'."

I watched as Doc knelt down next to my wife. A couple of the men there came over to watch as he appeared to be assessing her beautiful ass, cupping it, and making comments to the men around. I could almost hear his words, talking about the shape, the beauty. Then he opened up his case and took out a syringe, filling it from a small bottle. She never moved, didn't budge as he then prepped a spot on her softness, then inserted the needle so professionally into her. Once he was done, he packed up his things and then made his way over to us. As he made his way over, Master Mark and another man helped Anna up and led her back into the house.

"Ah, good morning eddie, Nick. Or should I say good afternoon?" he was all happy and jovial, but all I could feel was the impending doom of my situation; our situation, my wife's and mine. "So, I think it's time for another dose of your own special medication, don't you think?" He walked around to set up behind me, and at the same time Master Nick came around to the front of me.

Master Nick then reached down to cup my caged genitals. "Relax, my boy, take your medicine like a good boy." He kept staring into my eyes, that ever present cocky smile making me know how much control I'd given up to him, to all of them.

"Now you're going to feel a little prick, eddie." Doc continued in his efficient professional manner, using an holy water swab to mark the spot that he intended to use. As of yet, I still had no idea what was being injected into me. I vaguely remembered being injected late last night, in my exhaustion from the night.

And to my own inner turmoil, I recognized how even the pin prick didn't ease the arousal that kept pressing against the cage, against the hand that was still holding my manhood firmly by Master Nick. My cheeks burned, and again, I wanted to just crumple down and cry.

Doc was done, and walked away humming a tune to himself as happy as could be.

Master Nick had left me there, strung up between the posts. It felt like I'd been there forever, and my arms were aching. Several times I'd been approached by different men who had stopped by on their way to the pool for a swim. Each had come out of the house, and each took time to comment to me about my wife; about how they'd just been in to see her, how sexy she was, and how much they'd just enjoyed "using" her. My gut was burning, and it didn't help that my caged cock continued to try to rise in arousal, particularly when the different men taunted me about using the woman I loved.

After a time, I was freed by a man who then led me back into the house by a leash. I know it was later in the afternoon, as the sun was slowly getting lower in the sky. I was led to yet another part of the house that I was unfamiliar with; as I rubbed my shoulders, trying to bring life back into them, I found myself in a room that was dimly lit. Soft music was playing, and I could make out the smell of some kind of smoke; it wasn't marijuana, but I know it was some kind of have. My eyes adjusted, and I could make out my wife. The sight was something out of a movie; it was a room full of pillows and plush lounge chairs. It reminded me of a porn movie I'd seen long ago; she was straddling a man I didn't know, naked, moving up and down slowly and erotically. Other men were there, some just watching, some stroking their cocks near to her. Her eyes were closed, and she was moving so erotically, totally into the orgy. Master Mark was there next to me, and he took the leash from the man who'd led me in.

"Isn't she beautiful, eddie? I've been watching her myself for quite a while; that's your wife eddie, she's becoming a complete whore for us here."

The shame was overwhelming me now. It hurt so much, so much to see her like that. To know that she was being so used, that she was allowing it, and even enjoying it. It was hitting me hard, that this was *my* woman, the woman I loved, the woman I was married with.

"Why? Why are you doing this to her?" My voice was weak and breaking. Pleading. Pathetic.

He turned to me, and I saw a coldness on his face, a hardness in his voice. "Because we can, eddie. Because she belongs to us now." It was a simple, straightforward answer. Very matter of fact. "I wanted you to see this, eddie, I wanted you to have this image of her in your mind as you go on to your next training session. I want you to know what's being done to her; this will be part of you now, and I want you to accept it. And believe it or not, eddie, you're going to learn to want this. Badly." A smile had crept into his voice as he spoke, and it gave me the impression of a snake that was making its prey know that it was already too late.

With that, he led me past the orgy that was focused on the woman I loved. Anna had seen me, only momentarily making eye contact with me, letting me know that she'd seen me there. But not for a moment did she stop what she was doing. Even as I was led by her, she reached out to take another cock in her hand, her lips and tongue working it as if there was nothing else in life but Cock. As that thought past through my mind, I was reminded of the conditioning tapes that I'd heard the night before. "It's all about the Cock."

Down a flight of stairs I was led, to another room that was dimly lit. With no surprise, I saw Master Nick there waiting. But he wasn't alone. Three other men were there with him, each looking to me like typical strong gay leather masters. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I knew I was now in for it.

Master Mark led me to them, pulling my leash to have me kneel before them. As he unclipped the leash, he bent down to whisper into my ear. "I'm going back to Anna now, eddie. I'm going to continue with her whoring lesmisters. Keep that in your mind, as your Masters teach you down here. Accept it, eddie. Accept what you are to become."

With that, he left me to my doom. And yet again.....my caged cock betrayed me, straining to reach arousal, burning a hole into my stomach with the fire that was contained by what was being done to us.


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Unwitting cuck, *** bull

I really couldn't believe it was happening. Even now, looking back from the vantage point of several months gone by, it seems kind of surreal. Except it did happen, and the situation continues to evolve and get more strange.
But that first time, on the boat at Lake Powell, it was like I was looking at two other people from a distance, through a soft-focus filter or some weird thing. I just couldn't get my head around it, but the holy water was probably partly responsible.

She was naked, obviously extremely aroused, and moaning softly as she sucked on my cock. I had tried to fight her off, I really had, but she had teased me and dared me all day, showing ever more of her body, brushing against me in the narrow passageways on the boat, rubbing the tanning lotion on real slow and even asking me to help her with the lotion, flashing her pussy at me and touching herself to make her large, prominent nipples stiffen. I had accepted her dare once, earlier that day, and touched her, fingering her to a small orgasm. If I had thought that would scare her or make her back off I had been badly mistaken!

She had me in a state of hyper-arousal since early afternoon, and she knew it, so when she began to grope me that evening my defenses were already weakened.

Kori and Ron were my best friends though, and had been since I'd bought the house next to theirs almost 8 years ago. We had spent countless hours together and had vacationed together before, and had in fact taken a houseboat trip at Lake Mead last summer along with another couple and my fiance Kristi.

Sure, on that trip there was some sexual tension and a lot of flirting and sexual jokes, and at times the double-entendre and sexual innuendo seemed almost non-stop, but nothing ever really happened. The ladies would go topless, and we would occasionally skinny-dip in the moonlight, but it was all pretty innocent.

We had such a great time on that trip that we all decided to repeat it this year, but it had turned into a complete fiasco. The other couple, Wendy and John, had cancelled at the last minute because of a death in the family, and we couldn't get our money back, and then Kristi threw another monkeywrench in the works that I will go into more later, and it wound up being just Ron, Kori, and me.

I had tried to beg off too, willing to forfeit my share of the payment, but Ron and Kori had worked me over and convinced me to come, insisting that I needed to relax and get away, and that it wouldn't be any fun for the 2 of them rattling around on that enormous boat.

Part of the reamister for my hesitancy was that Kori had been daring me and doing things to arouse and embarrass me for years, and, though I love her and Ron dearly, I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I know she just did it to tease, and because she liked to see me get all flustered. I felt sure she would never follow through on anything like this, but still!

I'm Adam by the way, and now I was about to be the sleazeball that was screwing his best friend's wife. We were on the main deck, in the combined living room/galley/main helm area, while Ron was at the second helm on the upper deck, guiding us into a narrow bay where we intended to anchor for the night. In other words, he was about 8' above us and about 10' forward, and his wife had my cock in her mouth.

"Kori, honey, we can't do this, are you crazy? I can't do this to Ron, and you shouldn't either." I tried again to push her away, but she had my balls in one hand and the other wrapped around the root of my cock, and showed no sign of letting go. I already felt guilty enough about touching her earlier in the day, after years of putting her off, and now this!

"No Adam, Ron won't care, I promise! He's OK with it, he's the one that first told me about how big you are and teased me about screwing you. Besides, I owe you one, and now I'm so damn horny! God, your cock must be a foot long!"

I didn't believe her about Ron going along with this, not for a second, although I could see him telling her that I was hung. He's not particularly well-endowed, and is in fact quite small, something I know from the locker room after our raquetball and golf games, and at the fitness center. While I hang at about 6 to 7 fairly thick inches flaccid, he looks like an acorn nestled in a bed of brown grass. At that time I had never seen him erect, but I couldn't imagine that he could get very large.

And while I'm not a foot long as Kori said, I do get to a very thick 10" when erect. Ron joked about it, and about the disparity in our sizes, so I figured it didn't really bother him. He even wormed out of me that my nickname in high school had been Mule, and occasionally called me that, which is no doubt how Kori had known.

When I had developed fairly suddenly from a tiny little boy dick at age 12 to this enormous schlong on my skinny little body by age 13 it had been the source of enormous embarassment in gym classes, and I had once been badly humiliated over it by a bitch bull-dyke gym teacher, but that's another story. I had been very self conscious about it, and had worked up a whole list of fake reamisters I could give when some girl asked why my friends called me Mule. I had taken to wearing a jock even under my street clothes, and especially in swim class under my suit.

Now it's not much of a factor to me one way or the other. I mean my body has grown into it, and of course I'd rather be well-endowed than under-endowed, but it's just genetics, luck of the draw. I hadn't done anything special to earn it, so I didn't get wrapped up in false pride about it either. It's like blue eyes or brown hair, it's just something that's part of you.

But now my best friend's wife had my cock in her mouth, she wanted to fuck me and wouldn't take no for an answer, and I could hear the engines throttling back as Ron guided us into a good stopping place for the night. This trip had started as a disaster, and it just keeps on getting better.

The trip would have fallen apart, and should have, when Kristi and I broke up about 2 weeks before we were to leave. At that point, with John and Wendy already out of the picture, we could have thrown ourselves on the mercy of the folks at the marina and taken whatever they would give us back. We'd be out thousands, but oh well.
Ron and Kori finally convinced me to go along with them, saying I needed it, and they did have that huge boat.

Kori was sure that I would give in and get back together with Kristi and that we would both wind up going along, and spent hours trying to talk me into it, but there was no way. Not after what she had done.

Kristi and I had been introduced by a mutual friend about 18 months earlier, and had immediately known we were meant for each other. It was one of those blind dates that you dread, but the rare one that really works out great.
As soon as I laid eyes on her I was caught by her beauty, the long, softly wavy honey blonde hair, sparkling blue-green eyes, full lips that always seemed to be smiling, and her long, lean 28 year old, 5'9" body.
She was athletic, and looked it. Smallish, firm perfect breasts, flat tummy, tight little round tush and strong, lean legs that reached all the way from her ass to the ground. Which was quite a distance.

It seemed like that whole first night passed in a haze of laughter, dancing, a few takes, more laughter, her pressing herself against me on the dance floor, and a long, lingering kiss goodnight when I drove her home. Six hours had gone by in a heartbeat, and I was happier than I had been in a very long time when she agreed to go out with me again the next night. We made a nice looking couple I think, me at 6'3" and about 200 pounds and only slightly older than her at 31, but I knew whenever we went out all eyes would be on her, which was fine by me.

I was certainly much happier than I had been in the final year or so of my first marriage, or since it had ended a couple years ago. Kristi was also once-divorced, and we had spent a few moments running down a list of our first mates multiple faults before we got off that subject, swearing never to return.
We had gone out every night for 5 days straight, and then I had to return to the job site in Wyoming. I'm a geological engineer of sorts, and have been working on a small oil shale research project in central Wyoming for the last several years. (Now it's getting crazy again, with $4.00 gas!)
The job is 9 straight days, 12 hours on and 12 off and then 5 days off in a 2 week cycle, and when on the job we stay in trailers on-site because the site is pretty much in the middle of nowhere and commuting back and forth (to anywhere!) daily would eat up far too much of our time.
It's kind of a rugged schedule, but you adjust, and it really worked well for me. Until now.
Now I was out in the boonies for 9 days, and Kristi was 350 miles away in Denver, and I couldn't stop thinking or talking about her. I know I drove the other guys nuts with my constant puppy love drivel, but I didn't care.

When my next endless 9-day cycle drew to a close, I set new speed records getting back to Denver, fortunately avoiding the Highway Patrol of both states, and after getting cleaned up met Kristi for a nice dinner and bottle or 2 of wine. I was relieved to find out that she was everything I expected and more, the time and distance had not skewed my judgement, and that night we made love for the first time.

OH MY GOD! We absolutely rocked each other's worlds! She was more beautiful than I could have imagined, her body spectacular, taut, warm and smooth. I could spend a lifetime exploring her and never become bored, her tight arms and strong shoulders, firm tits with nipples that pop out at even the slightest bit of arousal, flat muscular tummy with just the tiniest patch of hair where it meets her thighs, and those long legs that can wrap around me and hold me deep inside her as she squeezes my cock in her tight, slick pussy.
And that pussy! Well, I could wax poetic for awhile on that topic, but suffice to say that it is perfect, tight and beautiful, and wet and ready at a moments notice, and I was to become very intimately acquainted with it over the coming months.

For her part, she was very eager and horny, and was thrilled to discover that I was quite well endowed. She seemed to love fondling and sucking me, and would, in the coming months, do so almost anytime or anywhere.
In that 5 day span we spent very little time with clothes on, once or twice to run to the store for food, or to go to a restaurant, (The pizza delivery guy got a little peek as part of his tip) and I lost count of how many times we made love. It almost seemed like a constant thing, either I was in her, or we were fondling each other, or one (or both) of us was performing oral sex on the other.
Every time my lips or tongue would touch her wet pussy I would get an almost instant erection, even if I had just cum moments before. She smelled and tasted so good, and the sounds she would make when my tongue would flick at her hard little clit would always inspire more wood, no matter.
Once, right after I had cum a huge load deep inside of her, I slid down her body and buried my face in her wet, steamy pussy, using my tongue in long slow strokes to lap at her swollen lips and hard bud, pushing my tongue into her stretched opening and lapping up my own load. She came hard, and then again, and again, and I continued to give her sweet pussy a long slow tongue massage for the next 15 to 20 minutes.
She was begging me to stop, cumming, then begging me to stop and cumming again, but the whole time she was gripping my hair and holding my face tight to her, so I know she really didn't want me to stop.

Finally I moved back over her and pushed my cock, which I don't think had ever gone down after my last ejaculation, back inside her, driving it balls-deep into her wet heat. She cried out and arched her back, pushing herself against me to get every bit inside, and we both came hard as she ground her pubic bone against the base of my hard shaft, a new load inside her to replace the one I had just swallowed.
We collapsed and slept for 2 hours after that, and when I woke up she was propped up on one elbow looking down at me, and she looked tousled, well-fucked and gorgeous.
"God Adam, I've never cum like that before. Nobody has ever done what you did, that was so hot and so nasty. I loved it. I love you."
This startled and shocked me, but I quickly realized I felt the same. "Well, good, because I love you too. I feel like you are what's been missing all my life."
Which was true, I realized. Then she cried, and I might have even teared up just a little, and then our partings became even harder.

This became our pattern, the heart-breaking parting after every 5 day homestand, the interminable 9 days apart, the rush of heat and passion when we got back together, as much love and sex as we could jam into 5 days, then apart again.
After a few months I convinced her to give up her apartment when the lease was up and move into my house, and about 7 and a half months prior to our planned Lake Powell trip I had come home with a ring and, nervous as a teenager, popped the question. To my joy she said yes, and that is where we were when everything fell apart, still engaged but no date set for a wedding.
When she had moved into my house Ron and Kori, my neighbors and friends, had accepted her instantly, and the bond had grown strong between all of us since. They had never been crazy about my first wife, Lisa, nor she about them. Lisa was very self-centered and critical of others, and did not form friendships easily.
Lisa is a good looking woman, and I'm sure she has some other positive attributes, but I can't think of any right now. Wait - she made really good brownies! I like to be able to say nice things about people.
Anyhow, she's gone and best forgotten.
I remember the first time Ron and I had played golf after he met Kristi:

"So, Mule, apart from the obvious, what does this gorgeous woman see in you, do you suppose?"

"Thanks buddy, I appreciate your confidence. I'm not really sure myself, but whatever it is I hope she never wises up."

"She really is incredible, all that beauty and smart and sweet too! How's the sex?"

"Hey, you know me, I'm not one to kiss and tell. Fortunately for you, I am one to fuck and tell. It's incredible man, just fucking incredible. I mean, I'm 31 years old but with her I can go all night. I just can't get enough of her and she seems to feel the same about me. She is just so hot, and not at all shy about telling me what she wants or what feels good. I love that!"

"Sounds great. Do you think it's the real thing, or are you both just in it for the sex?"

I thought about that for a few seconds. "No, I'm sure it's for real. I think I really, really love this woman." I was a little shocked to realize how much, after only knowing her for a month. I hadn't expected to feel this way again after my marriage had failed.

"Hey now, don't get a squishy on me, tell me about the sex. Does she like your big ol' horse cock?"

I laughed at him. "Jesus man, has anyone ever told you you're a pig?"

"Yeah, all the time. So does she?"

"OK, yeah, she sure seems to. It didn't scare her at all, she can take the whole thing inside, she can almost take it all into her mouth and throat, and she's very much into multiple orgasms. Enough information? Oh, and she swallows. OK?"

"Hey, don't get mad at me, us little-dicked guys have to live vicariously through porn stars unless we're lucky enough to have a well hung best buddy that will share his experiences with us. OK, best buddy?"

I could only shake my head. "Man, you're an ass."

"You know Kori would love to have a shot at you, don't you? She's probably disappointed you found someone, she'd trade my little nubbin for a ride on your pole in a second, but now you're getting all you can handle. Too sad for Kori!"

"Knock it off Ron, don't say cuckolds brownie like that, you know she loves you."

"Of course she does, that's not the point."

By then we had arrived at the next tee box and the conversation shifted. I never did get to ask him what the point was.

Looking back, I guess that comment should have sent up a red flag for me, but I was pretty used to Ron saying some weird things. He's just one of those guys that is very open and genuine, there is nothing about himself he won't tell you if you ask or he feels like it, but on that occasion I failed to ask.
Ron is one of those guys that has 'made it', and done it on his own wits and will, and at his own risk. When I bought my house and met Ron and Kori it was an instant, natural friendship. They are both just so down to earth and caring that we clicked, as they do with many people, but when it became evident that Ron and I were to become good friends, I became comfortable enough to ask him what he does for a living.
It was obvious that he had done well, his home is easily twice the size of my 3,400 sq.ft. place and much more opulent with pool and poolhouse, beautiful landscaping, 4 car garage, the works. It looked like our homes should be in two different neighborhoods.
When I asked him about his work, he said "Well, I guess some people would describe me as a professional vulture. I prefer to think of myself as a 'distressed merchandise trader'."

I had no clue what that meant, so I asked for an explanation.

"I'm the guy that shows up, cash in hand, when somebody gets in trouble and has to part with some of their belongings to avoid bank repos, pay legal bills, settle a divorce, whatever. If they have something that I can pick up low and sell high, we do business. It helps them out, and makes me gobs of money."
I had a hunch that some of his clients didn't feel so blessed, but then again Ron can turn salt into sugar or sell sand to an Arab, so he probably left them feeling pretty good about their deal.

It turns out he had started doing this in a small way in college, bailing out friends, acting as, more or less, their permisteral pawn shop. As it began to grow and he recognized the potential he moved beyond buying stereos, computers, bikes, and musical instruments, and as he accumulated more cash he continued to reinvest it and move up-market, to cars, motorcycles, and larger items.
Along the way he cultivated a cadre of loan officers, car dealers, lawyers, etc that fed him tips, and he in turn directed a little cash or a favor their way. When I met him he had graduated to big ticket items: private planes, exotic cars, the occasional helicopter, boats, fine jewelry, art works - anything he could turn for a fast profit, and he was now a millionaire several times over. He took a lot of risk, but he knew his stuff and rarely guessed wrong.
Recently I had travelled with him to Bellingham, WA to look at a yacht that had become available there due to someone's permisteral financial reversal. He bought it, cash on the barrelhead, spent $25,000 getting it repaired and detailed and having a crew sail it to Marina Del Rey in California, and in less than a month sold it for almost $140,000 more than he had paid for it. A tidy profit for a little research and a few phone calls.

I know it's not that easy, but he made it seem so. The point to all this is that he never let success go to his head. There was no pretense to him, and he would still rather slam a few beers on a houseboat with his best friends than sip champagne at some posh resort, and Kori was just like him. They completely doted on each other.

I was thrilled when Kristi hit it off so well with them, and they were very happy for me when they saw how perfect she and I were together. Of course, that didn't stop Ron from hitting on her at every opportunity, but she took it with grace and humor, and I knew he was only half serious. Or less.
The bond between Kristi and them, as well as between Kristi and the other couple, John and Wendy, was really cemented when we all took that trip to Lake Mead last year.

I do pretty well in my line of work, but John and Wendy were a little concerned about the expense. We looked at all the websites and settled on a 54 foot boat that rented for around $6,000 for the week. Split 3 ways that wasn't too bad.
Ron, of course, wouldn't hear of it. He had to have the big luxury 70 footer that relaxs 12 (for the 6 of us) and has all the amenities, including a hot tub/spa on deck. Of course, it cost well over $10,000 for the week. Much as we objected, he insisted on paying for well over half the cost, and wound up buying most of the food and ***** as well. As he told all of us, in order to shut us up, "If I can't blow a little money having fun with the most important people in my life, what the hell is it good for?"

We knew he really meant every word, and were very touched. No more was ever said, and we went and had a blast. The bigger boat was great, and the hot tub was much appreciated. He had reserved a very similar boat at Lake Powell for this year, and we were all looking forward to the trip.

I was back up at my jobsite a little over 3 weeks before we were to join John and Wendy and head down to Lake Powell to meet up with Ron and Kori. They had rented the boat at Wahweap for 10 days this time, and were going to tool around by themselves for a couple days and then come to the marina at Bullfrog and pick up the rest of us for the remainder of the time. They only rented the bigger boats at Wahweap, but Bullfrog is about 2 or 3 less hours drive from Denver, so this was our plan.
When I got a permisteral call at the site, I knew it couldn't be anything good. I didn't know that it would be the beginning of the slide into a permisteral hell.

There is absolutely no cell phone signal out there, and nobody would be crazy enough to run a land line, so all we had was satellite phones (very expensive), and shortwave radio. It was understood that calls were pretty much for emergencies only. When I got on it was Kristi.

"Hi, Adam?"

"Yeah hon', it's me. What's going on?"

"Pretty horrible news. Wendy's dad died last night."

I had met her dad. Neat guy. Tough old bird, the greatest generation permisterified. "Oh man, that is bad news. Hey wait, I thought her mom was the sickly one."

"Yeah, she is. Her dad has been taking care of her for a couple of years now. He was strong as a horse, never sick a day. He was the rock, you know, but he had a massive coronary and died on the spot. They are all pretty devastated right now."

I knew they would be. Wendy's family is very close, and she loved her dad dearly. "Are they going back? Indiana, isn't it? What are they going to do about her mom?"

"Yeah, Ron already got one of his pilot buddies that owed him a favor to fly them back on his Lear. Muncie area. All at Ron's expense of course. They are still so in shock I don't even think they realized what was happening when we piled them into the plane. I know they haven't thought about her mom yet."

"Boy, that's tough. I really feel for them. Good of Ron to take charge. What can we do for them, anything?"

"Well, I'm watching their cat and watering the plants for them, getting their mail and paper, stuff like that. Right now the extended family is helping with her mom, but you know how that goes."

She was right, I did know. Pretty soon they would be left on their own with full responsibility. "Well, for now get some nice flowers ordered and make a good contribution to whatever charity they favor in her mom's name for me, OK? Hey listen, I have to go. I'll see you in a few days. Love you."

"Adam wait. Are you there?"

"Yup, still here."

"They cancelled out on the trip, they don't think they will be back by then with having to make arrangements for her mom and settling the estate and all. Plus they didn't think they'd feel much like having fun. Ron's such a sweetie, he powerd them to take their money back. He knew they could use it."

"Oh, that's too bad, the trip might have been good for them, but I understand. I'll give Ron another couple thousand, it's no big deal. Are you OK with just the 4 of us going? Is that the new plan?"

"That's it, and of course I'm fine with it. I can't wait to see you."

"Me too. One more trip home, 9 more endless days here, and we're off to the lake. We'll miss Wendy and John, but it will be fun. See you in a few days. Be good!"

"I will. Love you. Bye"

I'm glad I didn't know then that that last bit was a lie.

I thought a lot about Wendy and John that day, Wendy especially, and wished there was something more we could do for them. There rarely is in these situations except to pitch in where you can, tell them that you're thinking of them, and include them in your prayers.
I tried to immerse myself in my work and put their tragedy out of my head. That turned out to be necessary, because we'd been battling a bad hydraulic seal on a piece of equipment that we very much needed to keep running, and it was getting worse. We'd been waiting for a replacement which was being FedEx'ed to Rock Springs and then messengered out to us.
We had "custom engineered" it for the 5th or 6th time and had it working OK, when our main generator blew. And I mean blew, loud bang, sparks, black smoke, the works. We knew we were done, and had some expensive downtime ahead of us. The smaller generator is only enough to operate the lights in the trailers and a few small appliances, so we were toast.
That happened late on a Wednesday morning, and I wasn't due to leave until Friday afternoon, but when it became obvious that only the maintenance guy and mechanics would be of any use the rest of us split.

I didn't even take time to clean up, I was so looking forward to surprising Kristi and having a couple of extra days with her. I pushed my old beater Jeep through the rugged stuff as fast as I dared, and when I hit the paved road after about 90 minutes of bouncing, I pushed it up to the highest vibration level I could tolerate and set the cruise at 82mph.

I had my Sirius radio playing (regular stations are few, weak, and bad - farm reports, etc.), and I thought about Wendy and her dad, and John, and Ron and Kori of course, and a lot about Kristi. Maybe this weekend we could set a date, look at wedding venues, that kind of stuff.
It was time she made an honest man out of me, but we hadn't really discussed it much. I intended to ask Ron to be my best man, and I think she wanted Kori and Wendy on her side. My brother could be the other groomsman, and that was enough, we should keep it kind of small in my opinion. My thoughts wander like that when I drive or hike.

The time passed quickly, despite a stop for gas and snacks and some pretty nasty dust devils just north of Cheyenne, and soon I was starting to hit Denver traffic. Yuck. No wonder I liked being out in Wyoming so much! My commute was long, but none of this crap every day.

I pulled up in front of my house and stopped in the driveway, on the right side. I was glad to see her car in the garage on the left, but not too thrilled she'd left the door up. We leave my beater out all the time, and she parks her little Solstice on the left, because my baby gets full-time rights to the other side. It was there, seemingly fine under its cover, but if the door is left open someone could cause a lot of damage. I'd mention it later, but would come back out and close it in a minute, because I wanted to surprise her and she'd surely hear the door go down.

I snuck in quietly and shushed Ralph when he came wagging his old Lab body over to me. I fussed over him a little to settle him down, then looked around. It was very quiet, and I assumed Kristi was either upstairs or out back, so I crept up the steps. I'd probably scare the hell out of her, but she'd forgive me when she realized we had 2 extra days together!

When I got near the top of the steps I could hear her moaning, the sounds she makes in sexual heat only. Oh my god, I was finally going to catch her! My cock started to harden at the thought.
We had, some time ago, made a visit to an adult store in town, and had bought her a pretty large black dildo, supposedly modeled on some porn star's cock (she chose it, what does that tell you?), and one of those fancy artistic glass ones that are so expensive spending a cool $195 on toys to keep her fulfilled when I was gone.
She claimed to love them, especially the glass one, but she never let me watch her play. I desperately wanted to, I find a woman pleasuring herself to be very erotic, but she said as long as I was there she didn't need them.
Now, though, I was going to sneak in and watch her at play. Perversely, I kind of hoped she'd be using the big black cock.
Her moans grew louder as I got near the door to our room, and when I peeked around the door at first I was confused. There seemed to be too many feet, and my mind could not take in what I was seeing.
Kristi was kind of curled on one side, her arm and breasts against some ladyfucker's hip, her soft hair cascading across his stomach and thighs as she sucked his cock! He was flat on his back, feet apart, and I was looking at his hairy balls and fat shaft, and the side of Kristi's face as she eagerly sucked him, moaning as she does when aroused.

She had her legs curled up, and I could see her swollen pussy, and what could only be a stream of semen trailing out of her, across the back of her thigh, and onto my sheets, a sticky white pool against her leg. She had obviously fucked him once, and was now getting him hard for a repeat, which is a pattern I know well.

I was too stunned, too shocked and hurt to even speak. I could hear my heart hammering in my chest, and thought my head would explode, but I couldn't utter a sound. I think I started to hyperventilate.
As I stupidly stood there, it became like an out-of-body experience, like I was watching a movie. She stopped sucking him and raised up, shaking her hair back over her shoulders as she straddled him, her back to me.

I stared, unable to blink much less turn away, as she reached back and guided his 7" cock into her already cum-filled pussy. She began to grind on him, and I watched his cum slick cock slide in and out of her. Into my Kristi. Into my beautiful girl. Into the pussy that was all mine, and she came on him, moaning out her pleasure, and he groaned as he blasted another load of cum deep into my fiance'. And I coud see his cum running out of her, and hear their sounds, and smell the sex in the room, and I was disgusted to realize that my cock was rock hard and pulsing, ready to cum.
And that was when the anger hit, a white hot rage, and I grabbed a chair and threw it into the mirror on the dresser, shattering the chair and the mirror, silent no more.

Looking back I realize how glaringly stupid that was, getting so angry at them that I destroy MY chair, MY mirror, and blow a big hole in MY wall. Brilliant, but right then it didn't matter to me, not at all.

What it did do was give me an enormous advantage in shock and surprise, and they both shot out of the bed as though it was on fire, wide eyed and frightened.

"God damn you! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I'm sure I was shouting, I had to have been, but I don't remember.

I saw drops of cum spray off his still-erect cock as he tried to get his balance and put more distance between us, and their voices jumred together, but I seemed to hear mostly Kristi.
"Oh my god, Adam! I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

I stared at her, my fists clenched, angry enough to do something really bad. She continued to apologize, crying now and pleading with me, and I could vaguely hear the mister of a bitch, accusing her.

"You said he wouldn't be home, you said he was out of town, far away, I wouldn't be here if I knew he was in town."

"That's obvious you chickencuckolds brownie ladyfucker. You better haul your sorry ass out of my house before I rip your fucking head off."

"OK, OK, just give me my clothes. I'm sorry, I'm going, OK?"

I realized I was between him and his clothes. I'm not a real intimidating presence at a slender 6'3' and 200 pounds, and I'm usually very laid back and easy going. This guy was probably close to my weight, but shorter and stockier, maybe 5'10" and muscular, but the element of surprise, the 3-day stubble, and the heavy work boots and dirty hands, dirty jeans and denim shirt probably made me seem much bigger and more threatening.
Plus he was stark naked, clutching a pillow in front of him, and I was extremely pissed off, and raging.

"I don't think so asshole, I think you need to just leave right now. GO!"

He made a move toward his pants, but I grabbed them first. "You want to try to take them from me asshole? C'mon take 'em!"

He backed into the corner, and I stepped toward him, pressing my advantage.
I heard Kristi saying "Leave him alone Adam, don't hurt him, it's my fault!
Please just let him go! Please Adam!" She was still crying.

I pulled his cell phone off his belt and held it out to him."You want to call for help asshole? Go ahead, here's your phone." Then I deliberately dropped it and crushed it under my boot. "Oops, too late. Sorry."
I pulled his wallet out next, and flipped it open. "Richard Monroe, huh? Dick is it? I bet your friends call you Little Dick, don't they?"

"You bastard, you busted my phone! C'mon, give me my pants, give me my wallet, man!"

I opened up his wallet's cash compartment and saw several bills inside, which I pulled out threw, brownietering them across the room.

"Fuck you man, that's my money!"

"Wrong, it used to be. I figure you owe me. Now GET OUT!" He grabbed for his pants again, and I caught his arm and used his own momentum to drag him across the room and slam him into the door frame. Any fight he had in him left instantly when his head cracked against the frame, and he sagged in my hand.

Now Kristi was screaming. "Oh my god Adam, stop it, please stop!"

While the mister of a bitch was dazed I cranked his wrist up between his shoulderblades and grabbed him by the back of the neck with my other hand, propelling him down the steps, through my house, out the door and onto the front walk, where he fell on the paving stones. Naked, except for his socks.

What an asshole, he's with the most beautiful, incredible woman he will probably ever get near, she's naked, they're in private, and he kept his socks on! Shithead. Still, the paving stones had to have hurt him, so that was good.

I stood in the doorway and watched as he got up, stumbling, and weaved across the lawn toward a red pickup just down the street, clutching his groin with both hands to cover his nudity. Yeah, that'll work. Asshole.

That part would have been funny if I wasn't still so damn mad. I saw him get in his truck and sit there, the fact that his keys were still upstairs in his pants probably hitting him and me about the same time. I did laugh at that, then slammed the door shut and locked it, turning to find Kristi on the bottom step, staring at me.

"Oh god Adam, I am so sorry. I fucked up bad baby, I'm so sorry." Her eyes were wide and red from crying, and she was still naked, and shaking. I could see that her neck and upper chest were still flushed with sex, like they get, and her nipples looked bruised and used. I could also see the sheen of his cum running down her thighs. She reeked of sex, a different smell than she and I make. I realized I was sniffing the air like an natural, knowing another had marked on my territory.

"Just sit down and shut up. I need to do something." She sat on the steps and buried her face in her hands. I could hear her sobbing.

I grabbed the phone and dialed 911. They answered instantly, and I said "I need the police, right away." She asked for more information, so I complied. "Yeah, I live at 5270 Robbins Court, and we've got a flasher or something. What? Yeah, there's some pervert sitting in a red pickup, he's naked, and he's been flashing people. Kids and stuff. I'm afraid he might grab a kid or try or attack someone or something. You gotta get someone out here right away. Yes ma'am, he's across the street from my house and down one house, you can't miss him it's the only red Ford truck. OK, thanks."

I turned to Kristi; she was staring at me, shocked. "Oh Adam, I can't believe you did that! He will get in so much trouble! He's not a bad guy, he's got a wife and kids, they'll find out. Oh, Adam, my god, what have you done!"

"What, now you care, you bitch? You didn't care about his wife while you were fucking him, you slut, and he obviously doesn't care about them."

Kristi recoiled as though I'd slapped her. She had never seen me get truly angry, not in all the months we'd been together, because I so rarely do. While I would never, ever, in any circumstances, hit a woman, I do have the nasty ability when the white hot rage is up to cut someone to ribbons using only words, angry words.

And now, completely out of control, I used this ability to hurt this beautiful, vulnerable woman, this agonized, suffering girl that meant more to me than life itself. She had hurt me badly, and, God help me, I had to hurt her back.

Sometimes I'm a real bastard.

I continued to lash out at her, calling her vile names and accusing her of things that I had no reamister to suspect were true. She tried, at first, to protest, to talk to me, but that just seemed to make it worse.

"Adam, it didn't mean anything, it was just sex. Please baby!"

"Oh so you're such a horny bitch that you can't keep your legs together for a few days while I'm gone, you have to have your cheating cuckolds browniehole lover over to fuck you, in my house!"

"He's not my lover, he's just a guy I met. I don't love him at all, we just had sex. God Adam, I love you, not him! I am so sorry."

"I guess that makes you a whore instead of a cheating bitch, sorry, my mistake. I thought us guys were supposed to be the pigs, but I managed to stay faithful to you." I knew when I said it that it wasn't true, not entirely, but I buried that thought.

She gave up after that, and I should have seen it and stopped, but I didn't. Kristi is a strong woman and smart, and not easily cowed by anyone, but now she just lowered her head and took it, letting me beat her with my hurt and anger. God, I should have stopped!

She stayed, sitting on the steps, and let me vent my rage, and I continued to cut her apart. She gradually folded in on herself, wrapping her arms around her legs and lowering her forehead onto her knees, her shoulders slumped and her long blonde curls falling around her face and down her calves.
The way she sat I could see the diamond on her engagement ring, and I paused, trying to figure out a way to use that to hurt her more. When I stopped, I heard her moaning, real low, and saw her body shudder with her sobs. She began to rock back and forth, clutching herself tightly, crying, and the fight just left me.

She looked like nothing so much as someone mourning a death, and I just stood and took in her misery. She was in so much pain, and I had a powerful urge to reach out and touch her, to take her into my arms and tell her everything would be all right, but it wouldn't, and I didn't.

Except for her soft crying it was quiet in the house. Ralph had disappeared at the first sign of trouble, as is his habit. He's a non-confrontational kind of dog.

I just felt empty now, except for the giant lead weight parked in my chest, and as the adrenaline was used up I felt weak. Even now, with all that had happened, I noticed how beautiful she was. Her tan legs, long and sleek and perfect, her blonde waves, her smooth flawless back where I could see her spine and her ribs, and the finely toned muscles rippling with her sobs.
After we had been silent for several minutes, she slowly raised her head, pushing her hair back with one hand, and looked at me. Her face was tear-streaked, her eyes dark with pain and hurt, and I knew she was as devastated as I was.

I knew we had succeded in destroying us, and that I had succeeded in destroying her, this amazing, beautiful, wonderful woman that had brought me more happiness than my life had ever known. I was not proud of myself, but I couldn't say anything.

We didn't speak for quite awhile, we just looked at each other, searching each other's eyes for something we could grab onto. Barely audible, I heard myself say "You'd probably better leave."
I wasn't what I'd wanted to say, but it's what came out.

"Where will I go? I don't have anywhere, I live here now. I could just move to the guest room, you know, for tonight."

"No, I think you had better go, and not to Ron and Kori's either, they're my friends." One more mean, stupid, careless shot.

"Do I get to take clothes, or are you going to throw me out naked too?" She stood, facing me and squared her shouders, unashamed of her nakedness, a little of her fight returning to her. I was sort of relieved to see it

"No, just get dressed, and take some of your things. You should probably clean up a little too, you've got his cum all over you."

She looked down at herself, almost surprised. "Oh Adam, I'm so sorry!", and she ran up the stairs and into our room.

On the step where she'd been sitting was a shiny wet spot, their combined cum where it had run out of her and pooled around her ass, forming two soft curves of slick wetness .
Numb, I reached out and touched it with one finger. It was real, not a nightmare, and I heard the shower start up as I walked out to get a paper towel to clean the step.

I wiped up the spilled semen from my step, and threw away the towel. I was lost and disoriented, and wasn't sure what to do next. I glanced out the front window and saw two police cars, one in front and one in back of the mister of a bitch's truck. My vicious ploy had worked only too well.

I began to think about what Kristi had said, about his wife and kids. I could care less what happened to him, it would be the consequences of his own actions, but there was no reamister that she should feel as cuckolds browniety as I did right then, and I would be the cause of that. I may have destroyed more than one relationship in my anger, and that was cruel and senseless.
Like I said, I'm a bastard sometimes.

I saw one of the cops bring a blanket from his trunk, and they handed it to the SOB and then pulled him from his truck and walked him, wrapped in the blanket, to the rear patrol car where they lowered him into the back seat. He was wearing cuffs.

I saw the two cops talking for a moment, and looking over toward my house. Finally one of them, the older, more heavyset one, turned and began to walk across toward my place. I walked to the front door and opened it, stepping onto the front walk. I nodded at him, and he stopped a few feet in front of me.
"Good evening sir, can I talk to you for a few minutes?"

"Sure. What's on your mind?"

"First sir, can I get your name?"

I told him my name, and to call me Adam. He was officer Sam Mathis. I invited him in to talk, and we stepped into the house. I sat at the end of the sofa, and he took the chair on the other side of the coffee table, facing me. He stared at me for a moment, perhaps judging if I posed any threat. Apparently not, he seemed to relax.

"Sir, the gentleman we just arrested claims you beat him up and threw him out of your house. Is that true?"

"Not entirely, no, and please call me Adam. I didn't beat him up or you'd be hauling him away in an ambulance. I just roughed him up a little in the process of throwing him out of my house." I paused. "Did he tell you what he did?"

He cleared his throat, and looked very uncomfortable. "Uh, yeah, he said you caught him and your wife together."

I laughed bitterly. "Not my wife, thank god, just my fiance', but yeah, that's what happened. What would you have done?"

Before he could answer, I saw his eyes move to the steps, and he looked up. I automatically turned my head to see what had distracted him and saw Kristi, on the second step down. Her hair was hanging down, dark, limp, and wet, and she had slipped into a simple white t-shirt and a snug pair of jeans. She was barefoot, and I could tell she was bra-less, and she looked vulnerable and hurt, sexy and incredible.

Officer Sam stared at her, and I heard him mutter "Christ! I'd have shot the ladyfucker's balls off."

Kristi looked down at us, silent and serious, and he turned back to me.
"Well Adam, he's not going to press any charges, but I would like to get his clothes back, if that's OK with you. We need to take him down to booking."

Kristi said "I'll get them", and disappeared back into our bedroom. Sam looked at me. "You didn't hurt her did you?"

I looked back at him, not knowing how to answer, so I told him the truth.
"Yeah, I did. I hurt her badly, I'm sure, but I never laid a finger on her."

Now he was the one at a loss.
"Oh, well, we can't arrest you for that, that's between you and her, but don't do anything stupid."

"You're a little late with that advice, officer. Are you arresting him?" Truth be told I hadn't even considered the SOB pressing charges against me, and of course he wouldn't, he'd be too embarassed.
Kristi returned carrying his clothes and handed them to Officer Sam just as he affirmed that they were indeed arresting him.
She stood right in front of him and looked him in the eye. "You shouldn't. He wasnt doing anything to anyone, Adam threw him outside naked, it wasn't his fault."
"Yes ma'am, I understand that, and we're going to let the lewd behavior charge go, but he had a rather large baggie of what appears to be a well known smokable organic plant material on his front seat, in plain view. We've got to bust him for that."
I couldn't contain a short, harsh laugh at that. Since the last time he had shot his load inside Kristi, his day had gone seriously downhill. Kristi shook her head. "He's such an immature jerk."
I looked at her. "And yet you fucked him."
She whipped around on me. 'Yeah, apparently my taste in men just sucks all over."
She disappeared back up the stairs, and Officer Sam looked uncomfortable again. "Adam, that wasn't very smart. You need to learn when to shut up."
I've been told that before. He turned to leave, carrying the clothes, and I stopped him. "Wait, there's one more thing of his."
I grabbed a baggie from the kitchen and ran up the steps. I walked into our bedroom - well, I guess it was my bedroom now, I'd have to get used to saying that - and knelt down and picked up every last piece of his crushed cell phone, even the tiny shards, and put them in the baggie, zipping it closed. I walked back down and handed it to Officer Sam.
"Here's his phone, wouldn't want to be accused of stealing it."

He held the bag up and shook it, looking at it. He smiled a little then. "I'm sorry for your loss Adam, I really am, but you are apparently a bad man to piss off. That 911 call was inspired, we'll be talking about that one down at the station for years."

"Mmm, thanks. Try to leave my name out of it, OK? I'd just as soon not have the whole world know."
He left then, and the other patrol car with the SOB in it was already gone.

Kristi came back down the stairs again, carrying a small bag. "I'm leaving. I'll come back sometime to get my stuff, I'll call so you don't have to see me." She stood, her shoulders slumped, her eyes searching my face.

"Where will you go?"

"You don't care, remember?"

"Yeah. Kristi...?"

She looked at me, waiting for me to finish. I should have said I was sorry for the things I'd said, I should have grabbed her and held her, and begged her not to leave, and told her I could forgive her if she could forgive me, and how much I loved her, but I didn't.
I said "Be careful", and I turned and walked away so she wouldn't see me crying, and I heard the door close behind her.

I wandered the house, going from room to room with tears streaming down my face. I couldn't believe how fast my happiness and excitement at getting a couple of extra days at home with Kristi had turned into anger and agony, offense and loneliness.
I just kept wandering from room to room, seeing reminders of her everywhere. Ralph followed me for awhile, then got bored and laid down and watched me. The second time I walked into our - I mean my - bedroom, I looked at the bed, the scene of the crime. I hadn't been able to look at it the first time.
There were several cum stains on my sheets, smaller ones, and two pretty large ones, wet still and showing dark against the sage green sheets, and I could smell the sex in the room. I ripped the sheets off the bed and balled them up, stepping into the hall and throwing the wad to the bottom of the steps. They landed with one of the large wet stains facing up, visible and taunting me.

I walked down and kicked the mass into the hall, and then collapsed in my chair. I'd wash them later, or maybe burn them. I buried my face in my hands and just sat there, numb.

I don't know how long I sat there, an hour, maybe more, but it was almost dark when I heard Ron knock on the door and let himself in like he does.
"Kristi, Adam, you here? Hello, anyone home?" He walked in and saw me.
"Hey, Adam, what'cha doing home early? I saw your car..."
He faltered, and stood looking at me, seeing my pain. "What's wrong man, you look like cuckolds brownie. Are you OK?"

"Oh, no, not really. I've definitely been better."

"What's going on?"

"Kristi's gone. We had a fight, so I guess that's that. Like they say, all good things must come to an end." I know I was tryng to act less devastated than I felt.

"No way man! Not you and Kristi, you guys are just way too good together. Whatever you did you tell her you're sorry and kiss her feet, you can't let her get away."

I just looked at him. Of course he would assume it was something I'd done, Kristi is just so sweet all the time, and I know Ron thought the world of her. Of me too, but he expects us men to screw up.
"I wish it was that easy Ron, but it wasn't me. She was fucking some other guy." There, it was out in the open, I'd been cuckolded, and my best friend knew.

He dropped onto the sofa. "Oh, cuckolds brownie. Are you sure?"

I laughed bitterly. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess you could say I'm pretty sure. I walked in on them."

"Oh, fuck! Oh buddy, I am so sorry. Oh my god. I don't believe this. I'm going to call Kori and have her come over. You need your friends around you now.

I really just wanted to be alone, but I didn't say so. He got Kori on his cell and asked her to come to "Adam and Kristi's house", but I didn't correct him, and I heard him tell her to grab "that bottle of Scotch" off the bar.

I sat there thinking about the word 'cuckold', of all things. I didn't like the word before, and now I hated it. I used to sneak old Playboy magazines from my dad's collection, to jerk off to when I was a kid, and they had a section back then called Ribald Tales. Maybe they still do, I don't know. The husbands in those stories seemed to be cuckolds most of the time, and the word was used a lot, so I was familiar with it. And now, as they say, I are one.
Kori showed up and Ron took the bottle from her and disappeared into the kitchen. He came back with a couple of mugs and I watched him pour each of us a couple of fingers of "that Scotch", which turned out to be fine, expensive Macallan single malt.
"You're a classy guy Ron. I think I can do a little better than an old chipped coffee mug for a Macallan. You know, if you're planning to drown my sorrows, any old rotgut would work, this is a waste."

"Fuck you, a glass is a glass. Just take."

I did, and I was right, it was a waste. My mouth just tasted like copper, and I couldn't taste the fine smoky peat flavor of the Scotch. I did feel the warmth flow through my belly, which had felt cold and hard, so that was good.
Kori said "What happened? Why were the police here? What did you do?"
My friend's faith in me was astounding. "Tell us Adam, start from the beginning."

So I did, I told them the whole sorry tale, leaving out nothing, most of the time with my face buried in my hands and occasionally having to stop and collect myself. At some point Kori came over and sat on the arm of the chair, next to me, and put her arms around me, and then just sat and rubbed my back while I talked. I was glad Ron had called her.

When I was done we all just sat in silence for awhile and I heard Kori sniffle. I looked at her, and saw she had tears running down her face. She searched my eyes for a moment. "Adam, where is Kristi now?"

"I don't know, I told you I kicked her out."

"Oh , Adam!" She grabbed Ron's cell phone off the table and walked outside. Ron and I sat, not talking, and he poured us another take. That woud be my last, and it was right. Just enough to round off the sharp corners a little, soften the hurt.
I'm not one to drown my troubles in *****, never have been. I try to face up to things and deal with what life throws at me, but this time I knew it would be tough. A sick hangover would be no help at all.
After about 30 minutes on the phone, Kori came back in. We both looked at her, waiting. "She's OK, she went to Wendy and John's."
That was smart of her. She had been taking care of their place for them while they were back in Indiana and knew they wouldn't object to her staying there. I hadn't thought of that.
I was very relieved to hear that she was OK, and even kind of glad that she was not very far away. I don't know why that was important, but it was.
Ron and Kori sat with me until about midnight, just talking. They tried to assure me that this would blow over, that we could still make up, but I knew better. We had cut each other too deeply, both of us, and that kind of wound doesn't heal.
After they left I let Ralph out for awhile, then back in, and drank some water. I walked to my bedroom - I'm learning to say that - and just looked at the bare mattress.
In my mind I could still see them, her hand guiding his cock into her, him thrusting into her again and again, right in front of me, her long soft hair tumbling down her back and swinging with her movements as she rode his cock, his balls pressed to her ass as she took him deep, and could hear the sound of them cumming, and see the white, thick semen running from her and onto my bed as she cried out her orgasm.
I turned and walked to the guest bedroom and closed the door, laying down on the bed. My cock was rock hard, and I loathed myself for that.
I got up and went back to my room and got Kristi's pillow, and returned to the guest room, stripping naked before lying down, my thick cock thrusting out uselessly in front of me.
I laid on my back and put her pillow over my face, holding it down with both hands and smelling the scent of her shampoo, and her cologne, and the sweet feminine scent of her body. I felt my ejaculation start and the warm jets spattering down on my chest and stomach, and I laid there, not touching myself, and let it. My disgust and self-loathing knew no bounds, and I wondered what I had done to send her to another man.

I slept for awhile after that like you do sometimes, just the release of tension, but I woke up at 3:17. I hate those fucking digital clocks. I laid there awake for several minutes, feeling the crusty dried cum on my stomach, then got up and went in the bathroom and took a fast shower.

I wanted to go back to bed, but couldn't get my mind to turn off and just wandered around naked for awhile, then stood at my window and looked across at the SOB's truck, still parked where the police had left it. I thought they would have towed it in and impounded it, but apparently not. I gave some thought to going over and vandalizing the cuckolds brownie out of it, but decided I would be the most likely suspect for that action, and left it alone.

It dawned on me that I was standing bare-ass in front of a full length window, but it was after 3 a.m., so who cares.
All alone, freshly cuckolded, hurt, angry, miserable - this promised to be a long and lonely night. Inevitably I started to think about Kristi, both the good times over the last 18 months or so, and the bad times of the last few hours. How could everything turn to cuckolds brownie so fast!
Not to get too maudlin, but the first thing I thought of was that the last time I had seen her smile was when I woke her to tell her I was leaving to go back to work, about this same time several days ago. I always stayed home as long as possible, leaving in the early darkness for the long drive back.

She had woken up slowly, her silky hair mussed and sexy around her relaxy face.
"Mornin' baby. I have to get going."
She rolled over, exposing her breasts, and reached up and stroked my neck and cheek. "Mmmm, so soon. It seems like you just got here and now you're leaving."
We had made love a few hours ago, and I could smell the cum that was probably still leaking from her. I began to get hard, and when she ran her hand across my lap she felt it.
"If you can stay a little longer we can take care of that."

The thought of her pussy, still warm and creamy from the last time - god, now I was rock hard! "Very tempting you sexy thing, but I'm going to be a little late as is. I have to go. Hope I can fit this behind the wheel."
She smiled at that, beautiful and sensual, and we kissed and parted, yet again, to count the minutes.
If that was going to be the last of her smiles for me, at least it was a good one.

I thought long and hard that night about the why of what had happened, the usual self-pitying why-me crap, but I started by giving her all the blame. She was obviously a slut, an unfaithful whore that never really loved me, etc, etc, but I knew better inside.
Then it became the questioning of myself; was I not man enough for her? Had I done something to piss her off? Was she not satisfied with our sex life? How could that possibly be, we seemed so perfect? How long had this been going on?
That last one hurt. It had not occurred to me until then, my mind had grasped at the idea that I had caught her the first time she cheated, but how likely was that? Damn, now I really felt sick.

In my pain and exhaustion I focused in on what I could have done to drive her to this. Or, more accurately, what signals I could have sent that encouraged her to do this, and I began to remember a few things, to put them together.

Like the first time she saw my Baby, about 2 or 3 months after we'd met. I was doing a home improvement project, and had needed a little more light, and had sent her after the utility light on my workbench in the garage.
When she came back she said "Found it. What's under the cover out there?"

"Thanks, plug it in willya? That's my Baby, a car I bought from Ron, one of his finds. A classic."

"What is it? It looks like something fast. I love fast cars."

She must have hated riding around in my old Jeep. "Really? I didn't know that about you. Come on, I'll show you." Any excuse to avoid this project and show off my Baby. On the way to the garage I grabbed the keys from the drawer.

I walked to the rear of the car and began to lift the cover off, and as soon as it cleared one taillight Kristi had said "Oh my god, is that a Shelby? I love Shelby's!"
I was impressed. As I continued to lift the cover, she said "A '67 I'll bet, it's got to be a '67." She was right, a 1967 Shelby Mustang (nee:Cobra), red with the white stripes, and she was very excited.
"Is it a 350 or a 500? Oh my god, it's the GT500, why have you been keeping this secret? That big honkin' 428 in this little machine, it must fly!"
Now I was really impressed. This was a whole new side of her, and the delight on her face was plain to see.

"I didn't know you liked cars, I didn't want to bore you with it. Ron got it for a steal, and when he saw how much I loved it he sold it to me for what he paid, and it was too good to pass up."

"Is everything correct? Do the numbers match? Oh jeez, it's the early year model with the foglights close together. My favorite!" No wonder I loved this woman!!
"Wow! Gorgeous, smart, sexy and loves cars! Are you real? Come here, let me pinch you to see. And yes, it's all correct."

"Do you know what this is worth?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm not planning to sell it."

"Can I ask what you paid Ron for it?"

"Sure, like I said, what he paid, $29,000. He said he got it from a guy that was keeping his wife from getting it in the divorce, for instant cash on the spot."
"Bullcuckolds brownie. He didn't get it for $29,000. It's worth 4 times that, maybe a lot more if everything is original and in good shape. He gave you a gift Adam, you gullible fool."

"Well, he's a dealer, he gets stuff like that. And I took him and Kori out for dinner at Brook's Steakhouse."

"Still, you stole it. You owe him big time. Can we fire it up? Too bad it's so sloppy out, I'd make you let me drive it!" Now I knew she was for real. Most women would have expected me to take it out, despite the slush and ice melt chemicals still on the street from last night's snow. And her drive it? Hmmm...
I tossed her the keys, and she fired it up. It started instantly.
"Oh my god, listen to the muscles!" She sniffed the air. "It's running a little rich - that should even out when it warms up." This was starting to turn me on!
Then she said "Beautiful, smooth, powerful - this is making me wet!" She blipped the throttle a couple of times to hear the roar.

"So hot cars make you horny, huh?"

"Well, yeah, that, and I gave my first blow-job in a car like this. Well, not just like this, but it was a '67 Mustang."

I tried to be casual. "So, who was the lucky guy, and how old were you?"

"Well let's see, I was a freshman in high school, so I was 15, almost 16. He was a senior though so he was 18, and on the football team."

"Let me guess, you were a cheerleader and he was the star quarterback."

"Don't be a smart ass. No, I was just a girl and he was a linebacker, but he was my boyfrined at the time, and I was sure he loved me. But I was still a virgin, so don't go getting the wrong impression!"
She blipped the throttle again, then sadly shut it off, leaving the key in the ignition.
"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Hey, in for a penny, in for a pound. Go on." I was dying to hear this. It was a long time ago, so it was OK, right?

"Well, we'd been dating for a few weeks, and we had kissed and petted - he was only the second guy whose cock I'd touched - and he had cum in my hands a couple of times, but we weren't having sex.
I wanted to, I was so horny all the time from handling his cock, and him touching me and sucking on my nipples, and when he would cum on me, oh my god I loved that! But I was scared of getting pregnant, or that it would hurt, you know."
She was still sitting in my car, which put her at eye level with my crotch, and she noticed that my pants were stretched tight over an enormous hard-on. She reached out and ran her fingers over my bulge, and I groaned.

"This is really turning you on, isn't it? Do you like hearing about me with another guy?"

"It was a long time ago, right? And you don't know him anymore? OK, so go on."

"First we better free that so you don't hurt yourself." She undid my belt and zipper, and tugged my pants down, right there in my garage, and my cock flopped out, long, thick, and very, very hard.
"Mmm, very nice. Lot's bigger than the one I'm talking about, thank goodness, or it might have raised my expectations unrealistically."

She continued to stroke me very lightly with her fingertips as she went on with her story. I ached.

"Well, that day we were playing with each other, out in the woods in his dad's Mustang, and he told me to be careful 'cause he got hit in the balls at football practice and was sore and swollen. So I asked him to show me, and he did, he got out and stood, kind of like you're standing now, and dropped his pants."
My heart was pounding as she stroked me, ever so lightly.
"His cock was sticking straight up and hard, maybe only 7", but it seemed huge to me, and his balls did look swollen, and red. He said I should kiss them and make them feel better. I don't think he thought I would do it, but he was wrong."

The thought of this gorgeous woman, as the gorgeous teenager she must have been, leaning forward to touch her lips to a man in that way for the first time - oh god, I was shivering with excitement.

Well, I kissed them a little, he smelled kind of good, musky and soapy, then I licked them, then I sucked on one and put it in my mouth, and he was groaning. I felt like fireworks going off in my pussy, and I was so wet!"

I felt like I could cum any second, I was seeing this play out in my mind, and had a few fireworks of my own.

"Wow, you're leaking a lot! You're really liking this, huh?" I could only nod.
She licked up my leakage, and went on.
"Well, then I licked all the way up his shaft, and it just seemed natural to take him in my mouth, so I did. I loved it, it just felt so good, hard and smooth and hot, and it made me cum a little."

I felt about to do that myself, but I wanted to hear the rest of this story!

"Go on."

"I guess, you know, I sucked him a little, just enjoying the sensation. It felt so...oh, I don't know, sensual, I guess, the head of his cock on my tongue, and how hard he was, so I swirled my tongue over him, kind of like this...."

She took me suddenly and deeply into her mouth, and I could feel her tongue moving just behind the head of my cock, teasing me. I groaned, and she relented, laughing.

"Wow, you're really getting off on this! Who knew you were so kinky! So do you want to hear the rest?"

Silly question, and I said so. "There's no way you can stop now, c'mon, tell me."

"Well, there's not much more to tell. He almost always would cum pretty quick, and this time it was just almost instantly. He spurted in my mouth and first I thought I would gag, I didn't know what to do, and he just kept on cumming, spurt after spurt."
Her eyes kind of had this dreamy look, lost in the memory of the sensation of the first time a guy had shot his load in her mouth.

I could understand how turned on he must have been, and why he would have cum so hard. She continued to slowly stroke my hard and now wet cock as she told the story.

"I just held him there in my mouth, catching all his cum, and I started to realy feel it, warm and thick in my mouth, and I came too. God, I was so wet and horny!"

"So you really enjoyed giving your first blow-job?"

"You have no idea! I still do, as you know so well."
She began to suck me again then, seriously this time, stroking my cock with one hand as she sucked, and squeezing my balls with the other. I don't know how long it took, certainly not over a minute, before I too was spurting a substantial load into her mouth.
She continued to work me over until I had run dry, then backed off and swallowed. "Mmmm, I still love a nice big load of fresh cum."

"Uhh, did you swallow that first time too?"

"Yup, I did. That was a little iffy, but I didn't know what the right thing to do was, so I did that. And I always have ever since, unless I'm showing off or we're playing or something."
I knew what she meant, sometimes she would let it run from her mouth and down onto her breasts or something, just to put on a show, or maybe make me cum all over her face and then make a big show of kissing me and rubbing it on my face. Harmless sticky fun like that.

"I still can't believe how turned on you got about me and another guy."

I lied: "No, it was just thinking about you as that little teenager, such a sexy little thing. That guy didn't have a chance."

She had turned then, and taken the keys from the ignition, and stood up, closing the door behind her. "Remember, next nice day you take me out for a drive, except I drive."

"No problem." What could I say, she'd just given me a great orgasm, and I was feeling very mellow. I started to get my pants pulled back up, but apparently we weren't done.

She then grabbed my half-hard cock and, leading me by that convenient handle, led me into the house and up to our bedroom.

"My turn bub, you owe me one for telling you about that. Lay down."

So saying, she pushed me backwards, and I fell onto the bed. She got out of her tight jeans quicker than I would have thought possible and straddled me, knee walking until she was over my face. I could see her arousal, pussy wet and swollen as she lowered herself to my waiting lips and tongue.
She was kidding me about being turned on but she was just as bad, steamy wet and so hot. I began to slowly lick her, back to front, pushing my tongue into her as far as I could and swallowing her sweet juices.

She came suddenly, hard and fast as she ground herself into my face. I thought I might ***, but what a great way to go! After that first rush of orgasm she found her pace, and continued to ride my face as I brought her to one, and then another, a whole series of slightly smaller ones, and we did this for probably 20 minutes or more before she realized I was rock hard again and moved back, taking me into her soaking pussy.

The urgent need taken care of, we had made love slow and gentle, feeling the sensation of our bodies moving against and within each other, and somehow we had finished with me on top of her, looking down into her beautiful face as she concentrated, eyes closed, wanting to feel every spurt of cum that I was pouring into her body.

Over the next several months she told me a few other stories like that one, and teased me, knowing how aroused I always became. We weren't kids anymore, we had both had a number of other lovers. We'd each been married for Pete's sake, but it's odd that she never asked me to tell her about any of my own experiences in that regard.
I really didn't think of that until then, that endless night when I had nothing to do except think, and feel bad, alternately hating her and missing her, but mostly hating myself.

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By the time it began to get light in the eastern sky I had rationalized away most of my fears. Surely she could not have misconstrued my interest and arousal at hearing about her past sexual encounters to mean that I would be OK with her fucking other men now, while we were together. That was clearly ludicrous.

Exhausted, I dozed a little as the sun came up, only to be awakened by a ringing phone at about quarter after seven. I grabbed it without looking at the caller ID, hoping that maybe it was Kristi. It turned out to be Kori, wanting to know if I wanted to join them for breakfast. She had cranberry muffins in the oven, and she knows they're my favorites.

I didn't much want either food or company, but I accepted and walked to my room to get some clothes. I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of cotton knit workout shorts, tying the drawstring, splashing some cold water in my face and running a comb through my hair.
I wandered across our yards, Ralph trailing at my heels, and when I opened their back door he walked right in. He's very at home at their place, they used to keep him for me while I was out at the job sites before Kristi had come along. He flopped down in front of their fireplace with a heavy sigh.

Ron looked at him. "I don't know who the bigger sad sack is this morning, you or the furball."

"Yeah, he misses Kristi, no doubt. He searched the whole house for her this morning. Some loyal mutt, hell, he's her dog now more than he's mine, but she spoils him."

Kori walked into the kitchen and gave me a hug and a quick kiss. "Morning Adam, you want some coffee?"

"Sure, and an OJ if you've got some." They always did. This was kind of a ritual of ours, whenever one household would fix something for breakfast beyond the usual cereal or toast we would invite the other over to join us.
It might be pancakes, waffles, bacon and eggs, muffins, whatever - we did this generally at least once on most weekends, but today we were one permister short and that was noticed but not acknowledged. When I'm home my weekdays are very open, but the other three had responsibilities, so today was unusual in that regard as well.

Today, of course, was a Thursday, and Ron was dressed in pressed khakis and a pink (of all things!) golf shirt, so I knew he was going to the office or out on an acquisition or sales meeting. He has a great office in his home and doesn't really need a separate office, but he maintains one above a local bank, for "credibility", he says.

Kori was dressed in a very short silky robe, and as I watched her breasts move underneath it was very apparent that the light robe was all she was wearing. Kori has a cute body, and very nice breasts, larger than Kristi's but softer, and I absent mindedly watched them sway and bounce as she moved to get my juice.
I turned to say something to Ron, and found him watching me watch his wife.
I grinned at him. "Oops, busted! Sorry about that."

He laughed. "No problem dude, you can't help it. We're wired that way. Hey honey, stop shaking your tits around the kitchen, you're driving this poor injured boy to distraction!"
She turned toward us and did a quick shimmy, which really caused her boobs to bounce, and we all laughed. It felt good to laugh, and I was glad I had come over. Kori's pretty intuitive that way, she just knows what people need, even sometimes when they don't know themselves.

She set my juice on the breakfast bar in front of me and was turning to grab the coffee when the oven timer sounded.
I started to move to get my own coffee, but Ron grabbed my arm and whispered "Wait, watch this."
Kori grabbed a hot pad and turned off the oven, opening the door to retrieve the muffins. When she bent to reach for them the side of her robe fell open where it was split, and we were treated to a side view of tanned, toned naked lady from the bottom of her ribs to her feet.

My eyes traced the soft curve of the back of her thigh to where it met her smoothly rounded ass, and I flashed on what it might feel like to slip my hand under her leg and let my fingers find her warm, moist patch of soft down. I felt my cock stir to life. I never have been able to control that damn thing.
As she moved to the table with the hot muffin tin I stepped past her to the coffee pot, trying to keep an angle that would mask my growing problem. I was regretting my choice of the thin knit shorts, and I dawdled a little over the pot, hoping for my physical difficulty to subside a little.

It wasn't that Kori was unaware of what I was packing, I was sure Ron had told her, and I know that she and Kristi had few secrets. She had also seen me naked at Lake Mead the previous year, although that had been when we all went skinny dipping in the dark and I had not had an erection. Plus, the lake water is fairly cold.
The problem was that whenever she would notice that I had any bulge showing she would make comments, and those comments usually embarassed me a little and seemed hurtful to Ron, although he never gave any sign. Today would be no exception.
She turned from the counter just as I moved back toward it, coffee in hand. Her eyes dropped immediately to my crotch, where my mostly hard cock was outlined against the thin material. She looked for several long seconds. "Damn, Adam! Who was the clown that said that all men are created equal?"

Me being self-conscious about her attention made me blush, and it made my cock get harder. It always happens that way, when I'm humiliated about my lack of self-control and wish it would go away it does just the opposite. "C'mon Kori, you know I can't help it. Please can we just eat?"

Then of course, Ron had to chime in: "OK you two, unless you're going to fuck right here on the kitchen floor, let's knock it off and eat the muffins while they're hot."
That broke the tension, but as Kori stepped past me to put the empty tin in the sink she whispered "You will have to show that to me someday you know."
There wasn't much more that I could show her than what she had just seen; I think those shorts hid very little. I should have worn some jockeys underneath, but I was planning to run back home and shower and hadn't bothered. Live and learn.
The rest of the breakfast went very uneventfully, we talked a little about Kristi, and Kori tried to encourage me to call her. I was not receptive to that idea, I was still hurting too much. Ron stayed out of that part of the conversation. I was reminded that Kori had to leave shortly to go do her volunteer work.
They had decided when they became comfortable with Ron's substantial income that Kori could quit her job (she'd been an elementary school teacher) and do volunteer work. She was involved in several things, but today was her day to be at the natural shelter by 10:00.
We finished eating, and Ron left for work while I helped Kori clear the dishes away and clean up the kitchen. I was painfully aware of how poorly that light robe concealed her body.

"Thanks for your help Adam. I need to go start getting ready. Are you going to be OK today?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I was lying. "I'll see you guys later. Thanks for the breakfast, and you know, for calling."

She smiled. "I just figured you could use some company. Hey, you're starting to get pretty shaggy. You want me to cut your hair later, when I get home?"

I ran my hand through my hair. "Sure, it could use it. Call me when you get back and I'll come over." She had started cutting my hair shortly after we became friends, and I hadn't had a bad haircut or paid for one since.

"OK, it'll be around 3:00. And Adam? Call Kristi. You'll hate yourself if you don't. I know you're a better man than this."

"K, (sometimes I just called her K. We had a very easy familiarity with each other) I don't know if I can. It's so soon, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to. Let's just give it some time, OK?" Inside, I was hoping that Kristi would call me. Stubborn. More than one reamister I was called Mule.

She gave me another quick kiss and left to get dressed, and I whistled up Ralph and headed for home.

I grabbed a quick shower when I got home, and then got sidetracked into putting away a few of Kristi's things. She had taken the essentials - her toothbrush, deodorant, hairbrush and comb, a few of her magic potions from the shower - but there were still a lot of reminders of her around and I put them away in a drawer and in the closet where they wouldn't be a constant painful reminder. She'd said she would get them later.

Earlier I had entertained thoughts of just throwing all her stuff away, or out on the lawn, but now the anger had mostly burned out and been replaced by a dull ache, a hurt deep inside, and I was able to reamister more clearly. I'd just let her pick up her belongings when she needed them.
I was tired, and emotionally exhausted, but I had this nervous energy that would not allow me to sit still. Realizing I was still naked, I put the shorts I had worn earlier back on, and some shoes, and went out in the garage to putter with a few things.
I found some stuff I'd bought to repair a bad sprinkler head in the front yard, and launched into that chore. It was pretty easy, and yet I'd been putting it off. The sun felt good on my shoulders, and I noticed the lawn was looking about as shaggy as I was.
I fired up the mower and got going on that, pushing it hard and fast, burning off some of that energy and working up a good sweat. I should have held off on that shower.
I stopped at one point, breathing heavily, and just stood and looked at the red pickup still parked across the street.
I was idly pondering just what effect a bottle of very briny saltwater poured into the gas tank might have when Sue, the neighbor on the other side, called out to me.
"Hi Adam! What are you doing home? You're not due 'til tomorrow are you?"
I was a little surprised she knew my schedule that well, but she probably talked to Kristi from time to time.
"Yeah, no, you're right, we had some problems and had to shut down for a couple days, so I got a break."
We spoke with Sue and her husband Rick or their two young girls from time to time, but were not real close. Just kind of "over the fence" friends, although we had no fences.
She had been weeding in her yard and had seen me looking at the truck. Now she walked over to me. "So who's truck is that over there? It's been there since yesterday, but I don't think it belongs to anyone around here."

I didn't exactly lie to her, just omitted some of the facts. "I saw the cops bust a guy yesterday, it was his truck. A have bust I heard, they got him for marijuana possession." I was glad that he'd gotten busted for that instead of the public nudity / lewd conduct charge I'd tried for, although him having to register as a sex offender would have been sweet.

His wife would no doubt be pissed about the have charge, if she didn't already know, but at least it spared her the heartache of knowing he was cheating on her. She'd probably find out eventually, the guy seemed way stupid, but it was good to know that when he hurt her it wouldn't be my fault in any way.
Sue continued. "Well, serves him right then. They should have towed his truck in too and confibrownieed it."

"They still might."

"I suppose. You look like you're working hard. I have some cold lemonade if you want some."
I was surprised. This was somewhat out of character for her to be this friendly. "Uh, sure Sue, that sounds great, if I can talk you into bringing me a glass. I have some stuff I need to finish up today."
"Sure Adam no problem. Is Kristi at work today?"

I realized I didn't know. Weird. "Yeah, I'm sure she is, you know her." Kristi is a commercial real estate broker, and loves her work. And, being competitive by nature, is quite good at it. Like most people that work on commission, she has long dry spells interrupted by big scores when a deal closes, but she is disciplined about budgeting her funds and is well beyond the struggling beginner stage.
Sue left to get the lemonade, and I dived back into the lawn mowing, punishing myself on the uphills. She was gone awhile, and I finished up the job just as Sue returned carrying 2 glasses.
"I thought I'd join you. Let's sit on your patio, in the shade." As we walked back to my patio I couldn't help but notice that Sue had changed out of her baggy gardening clothes into a somewhat short denim skirt and a snug pink top.
"You must be done in your yard, huh? You make me feel all grungy and sweaty now, since you cleaned up."
She laughed "Well sweaty is OK on a macho studly guy, you guys can get away with that, it just makes you sexier. Us ladies have to work harder."

This should have given me a warning where this was headed, but sometimes I'm not the brightest bulb on the chandelier, and I just laughed it off. We took seats opposite each other on the patio, me on a the end of a chaise lounge and her on a chair, which put her higher than me, and I took a long pull on the lemonade.
"Mmmm, that's just what the doctor ordered. Delicious. Thanks Sue, you're a lifesaver."

"I'm glad you like it. You know, it's a good thing the husbands in this neighborhood don't know you're doing this."

Not clear what she was talking about, I said "Doing what?"

"Well, feeding all the ladies fantasies of course. You know, the half-naked sweaty gardener, hubby's away at work, watching you get all dirty and sweaty and you're tight buns flexing when you push the mower up the hill, that kind of stuff."
She had said it lightly, jokingly, but now, finally, all my warning bells were going off. I tried to keep it light in return.
"Well, you know, it seemed a little hot for my coveralls, but next time..."

I saw her looking down at my crotch, and glanced down quickly to make sure I wasn't hanging out or anything. I wasn't, but my sweat-soaked shorts were stuck to me like a second skin. I had made the same mistake as this morning, but I wasn't expecting to be near anyone while I was mowing.
She scooted forward in her chair slightly, parting her legs. I couldn't help but glance quickly, and got a glimpse of a small patch of the same strawberry blonde that she has on her head. She had intentionally set this trap, leaving her panties off."You know Adam, I've thought for a long time that you and I should get to know each other better"
She opened her legs wider, and I struggled not to look. Concentrating on looking at her face, I did notice in my peripheral vision that her nipples were standing out, large and hard. She was apparently very sexually aroused, and it was becoming contagious. I felt myself start to swell.

Sue is fairly attractive, kind of chubby so that she has all these soft rounded curves, but she's had two kids and looks pretty good for all that. Not really my type, I've never been partial to the very fair skinned freckled strawberry blonde look. But now, with her doing her best to show me her pussy, my body was responding on it's own.
You would think the bigger head could overrule the smaller one, but in my case that rarely happened.
"It's OK Adam, you can go ahead and look. You know you want to." With that she spread her legs wide open, pushing her skirt up on her thighs, and ran her fingers down her chest, between her breasts, and slowly down to her pussy. My eyes automatically followed, and she touched herself, bringing her fingers away with a long string of her moisture. "I'm really wet Adam, you should feel."
Her pussy was beautiful, soft and pink, swollen lips wet and puffy and gapping just slightly open at her vagina. I could see her clit sticking out, hard and suckable. Large clitty, very sexy.

I heard myself objecting. "Sue, you know we can't do this, don't be crazy."

"Don't you find me sexy? It looks like you do." She was staring at my crotch again, and I knew I was hard and obvious.

"No Sue, of course I do, but you're married, Rick and the girls, you can't do something like this. And I'm not going to do this to Kristi, she's too..."

I was going to say too important, but with a pang I remembered that was no longer true. I could go ahead and fuck Sue, I was hard as stone, and who cares now, huh? Except there was still her family.
While these thoughts were going through my head she rose and came to sit next to me on the lounge, pushing her skirt up to her waist before sitting down and then tugging her shirt up, exposing her breasts. Only Ron and Kori's house is visible from my patio, and I knew they weren't home.
She leaned against me, her breast warm and soft against my arm. I could feel her hard nipple as she rubbed it on my arm. She put her hand on my thigh and slowly slid it up to my balls, cupping me.

She was breathing heavily. "God Adam, thats a big set. They feel full and swollen. I can help you with that. Touch me, please."
She pulled my hand over to her thigh, far up, and when I didn't immediately move it she pulled it again, up to her sex, wet and hot. I let my fingers spread her lips and felt her, just a little. Slick and soaking heat. A fat, hard clit. She moaned.
She was tugging frantically at the leg opening of my shorts, and soon succeeded in freeing my cock and balls. I was sweaty and sticky, with leaking cum adding to the mix. I was also rock hard and she gasped when she took me in her hand.
"God Adam, you're huge! I can't even reach around you! Oh my god, what a beautiful cock! I want you in me!."
I slid my middle finger deep into her, bending it toward her navel. She cried out and came, gripping my finger, her hand squeezing hard on my cock. She was slick and wet, not nearly as tight as Kristi.
She was stroking my cock, and I was oozing a string of clear fluid. "Oh, your cock is twice as big as Rick's, he'd be so jealous! Look at all that cum, just running out." She gathered some on her fingers, licking it off, but her mentioning Rick, and me thinking about Kristi had cleared my head.
"Sue, stop. I'm not going to fuck you, I won't be responsible for destroying your family. We're not going to do this." I pushed her away, breaking her grip on my cock. I was about to cum, but couldn't let her know that.
She pulled away then, hurt in her blue eyes.

"Adam, I know I'm not as beautiful as Kristi, and I'm fat and have had babies, but couldn't you find me attractive enough, just this once?"
I didn't tell her that Kristi was no longer a factor, but I saw that this was about something more, about her seeking reassurance, or validation of her sexiness, her ability to be sexually attractive to other men. She wanted to be wanted, but this was a terrible time for her to seek what she needed from me. Still, I could see she was hurting, and I'd hurt enough in the last 24 hours.
"Sue, you're joking, right? I mean, look at me." I stood in front of her, my cock jutting long and stiff from my pants. "If I didn't find you attractive would I have a hard on to end all hard ons? Goddamn, if you'd have stroked me about 5 more times I'd have cum all over you. Of course you're beautiful, you're sexy, you're attractive and wet and horny and desirable and whatever else you want to say, but you have Rick, and 2 beautiful little girls, and a happy home, and I can't mess that up for you. I won't. I won't be the mister of a bitch."

She cried then, full of regret at what she'd almost done, and I sat and put my arm around her, reassuring her that it was OK, that we'd stopped before we did anything really terrible. We covered ourselves, her still wet and ready and me still mostly hard and ready, pressing against my damp shorts and oozing cum thru the thin fabric, and when she settled down she told me something very strange.
She told me that Rick had been trying for some time to talk her into fucking other men, that the fantasy really turned him on, and lately the thought had started to excite her too.
He really wanted to watch her do it, the way she told it, but he'd be OK with her just coming home all dishevelled and used and telling him about it, every detail. The idea was foreign to me, but I was intrigued, and I have to admit a little aroused. And flattered that she had chosen me to be the one, her first.
"Adam, he even fantasizes about making love to me after another man has, you know, filled me up. He thinks he wants to do me orally and lick up the other guy's load. Gross, huh?"
Yeah, pretty gross. Why was I rock hard again?

I told Kori the whole tale, about Sue coming on to me, and what she claimed about her husband's fantasies and desires, and about me backing down. Well, I did omit the part about Sue catching me jerking off; some things are just a little too embarassing to share, and getting caught like that, by anybody, is one of those things.

She asked a few questions as I repeated my experience, and when I was through I said "Can you believe that? That she says her husband wants her to fuck other guys? That's amazing!"

Sue thought about it for a moment. "Maybe not. Think about it, it's just what most guys like, except carried to the extreme. You know how you like it when you walk into a room and everyone looks at Kristi on your arm? How all the guys eyes, and even some of the women's, follow her, and how that makes you feel?"

"Sure, like I've got the hottest babe in the room. It's kind of showing off, I guess, but I'm not wanting them to screw her!"

"No, dummy, that's why it's the extreme. Rick thinks his wife is hot, and she's a great lay, she is extra hot when she's having sex, and he wants the other guy to experience that and at the end of the evening he says 'See how hot she is? Now go away, she's mine, and you can't have her, and you were just tonight's stiff dick.' Get it?"

"Not really, no. Maybe he's not real good in the sack, or a tiny cock, or a quick shooter and he wants her to experience good sex with his approval so she doesn't go find it behind his back." I was thinking about Kristi as I said that, but I was always pretty sure she thoroughly enjoyed sex with me. I know I enjoyed her immensely. "Or maybe he just wants to watch her get laid. I guess if you took the jealousy and feeling threatened out of it that could be pretty amazing."
Like most guys, I've always been a little voyeuristic, so that idea was interesting.

Kori looked at me for a second. "It's kind of like karma or something for you though, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just look at the timing. Yesterday you get blown up, your girl fucking around, and you feel threatened or inadequate. You start questioning yourself, your fragile masculine pride takes a beating..."
I interrupted her.
"Oh come on Kori, I wasn't that bad."

"Adam, you're a little better today, sure, but last night you were a train wreck. I mean it! You're hurting today, but last night I was really worried about you. And so today, you have a woman practically throw herself at you and beg you to fuck her! See what I mean? Karma."

She had a point. I had been flattered that Sue had wanted me to be the one, it was an ego boost after yesterday. But that raised another question.

"Why do you suppose she chose me? I don't really know her that well, just to say hi or wave, or talk about the weather."

"Well if Rick is encouraging her to do this, like she says, he probably imagines her picking up guys in bars or on the internet or something, but they've been married, what, 10 - 11 years, maybe 12? She won't be comfortable with that. So he finally convinces her that he's serious, she starts to get a little turned on by the idea."
Kori was right about that. Sue had definitely been turned on and ready.
"And then she starts to think about you, the neighbor, you're less scary, and you're tall, and handsome in a sort of weatherbeaten way..."

"You know Kori, you need to work on your compliments. They kind of suck."

"No, no, I mean you look sort of rugged and outdoorsy, you know, and you have a good job, and you're hung, and you have just that touch of gray here on the sides that make men look so good - which is not fair, by the way - and she thinks if I'm gonna do this, he's gonna be the one."

"So I was just a target of opportunity, because I was there. And anyhow, she had no way of knowing if I was big or small, she's never seen me naked. Well, 'til now."

"Adam, women know these things. And when you work around here in the yard and all, and wear certain things or stand certain ways, it's not that hard to tell. I'll bet she's had several orgasms imagining you while she was screwing her husband, and then she worked up her nerve and made her move!"

"And I blew it for her."

"Well, maybe not. You let her down pretty gently, from what you said."

"I tried. I didn't want to hurt her." Kori was not aware that Sue had actually won the battle, sucking my cock briefly after turning me on so much and watching me cum.

"And you left the door open to screwing her sometime in the future. She'll be fantasizing about you even more thinking about that, and having seen and touched you."

"Maybe." I laughed. "She sure was wet and horny! Her damn clit was as big as the end of my thumb, like that!" I held up my right hand, thumb sticking out an inch. I had liked that, it had looked very suckable.

"Well just bear in mind if you ever do her that she doesn't love you or want to run off with you. She loves Rick and the girls, and you're just a decent guy attached to a big stiff dick that she wants to have some fun with. With her husband's permission. And if a girl can't have fun with a big stiff dick, what's the point?"

She finished speaking just as Ron walked into the room. We hadn't even heard him get home.
"Hmmm, I walk in and find my half-naked wife talking to some half-naked guy about big stiff dicks while she caresses his neck. What am I supposed to think about this?"

Kori kissed him, smiling. "I'm not caressing his neck, I'm shaving his neck. And I'm going to shave his balls next, so you got here just in time."

I feigned horror, quickly crossing my legs. "Woman, you are not getting near my balls with that sharp implement. I sing bass, and I intend to keep it that way."

Ron stripped as we stood there kidding around, pulling on his swim trunks.
"I'm gonna go take a dip, y'all come join me when you're done."

Kori stopped him. "Honey, before you go in the pool, fix us up a pitcher of something."

"Sure. What's everyone want? Daiquaris, margaritas?"
The margaritas won the vote, 3 - 0, and Ron went to mix it up. A swim did sound like fun.

Kori folded up the towel to catch the hair she'd cut off, drying my neck and brushing me off a little with it. "There. You're beautiful again."

"Thanks, what do I owe you?"

"Just give me a kiss and we'll call it even."

'You've got it! Sounds like a win-win for me."
She pressed herself to me, giving me a long deep kiss, with some tongue.

"Wow K! What was that about?"

"Oh, I don't know Adam. You're just... I mean you just are so sweet sometimes, treating Sue so nice, and I always feel so close to you when we talk like this, just the 2 of us. There is one other thing you could do for me though."

I looked at her, waiting.

"You could let me call Kristi and have her join us by the pool. Better yet, you could call her."

I thought about that for a while, long enough that Kori prompted me "Well?"

"Oh, I don't know Kori. That could be a real disaster. You need to back off a little hon', and give us some space." I really did want to see Kristi. Despite my hurt and confusion I missed her terribly. After only one day.

Kori persisted. "Please? She's very lonely you know. You have us, but who does she have?"

I relented. "Oh, OK. If it gets too tough, I'll go home and let her stay. It wasn't fair of me to tell her to stay away from you guys. But you call her, I'm not ready for that."

She headed for the phone, and I wandered out to join Ron. I figured I should get a few margaritas in me to dull the pain before Kristi got there. Fortunately, I'm a very mellow takes on those extremely rare occasions that I overdo it.

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willing bi story


I'm a 46 year old happily married man, at least almost happily married, you see I have a problem. It seems that after my wife turned 40 she lost interest in sex. I think the main reamister for our lack of sex is due to my small cock size. At just 4 inches fully hard I can’t give her the satisfaction she desires.

I love her dearly but after a few years of this I decided to do something about my lack of sex at home. I had always fantasized about giving a blow job and servicing other married guys that weren't getting oral pleasure at home. So, I decided it was time to turn this fantasy into a reality.

I started researching on the net and found several places where I could meet other married men like myself. I decided to take the plunge and ran an ad. It basically said I was a married man looking to service other married men, specifically looking for a dominant guy with a cock bigger than mine.

After a couple of days I got 10 responses. I sifted through all the emails and sent out responses. A few more days went by and I only got a couple of responses back. You'd be surprised how many people respond to ads but really aren't interested at all. After about a month of exchanging emails I was down to one guy, Dave was his name and he seemed to have potential. Below is some of our emails.

John, I saw your ad and am interested. MWM, 48, 7inches. Looking for someone to service me on a regular basis. Not interested in a relationship, just want to find someone to worship my cock and suck me on a regular basis. If you get into cross dressing that would be a plus but not required. Tell me more about yourself. Dave

Dave, I'm a MWM, 46 and just 4 inches. Submissive whose always had a desire to service other men. Sex with the wife has pretty well gone south, so I'm looking to explore my fantasies. Wife doesn't know so would have to be discrete. This is my first attempt at finding someone so I don't have a lot of experience. Hope you don't mind. Also as a matter of fact I do enjoy wearing women underwear.
John.

John, Don't mind at all. Like the idea of instructing you on how to care of my cock. What else have you fantasised about besides sucking cock? Maybe we can meet for take and see if we click. Dave

Dave, I love to fantasise about being cuckolded by a well endowed man. A big fan of interracial porn. Also love the idea if becoming a pussy slave to a large breasted older women.

In this final email I also made arrangements where we could meet. We set up a time, I gave him a description of myself and clothes I'd be wearing, and he did the same.

Saturday rolled around and I was really nervous, but I decided it was now or never. I walked to the pub where we’d arranged to meet. I went into the pub where I had arranged to meet Dave. I was about 10 minutes early, the waiting was driving me crazy and my stomach was churning over and over. All the while my little cock rock hard in anticipation of the meeting that was about to take place.

At the appointed time, I saw a man walk in at the far end of the pub meeting the description of Dave. He walked up beside me and I almost fainted. It was Dave Williams a manager in the place that I worked.

At work Mr Williams always ignored me, in his eyes I was a nobody unworthy of acknowledgment. Now here he was stood next to me. I could hardly look him in the eye, my mind filled with dread at the prospect of sucking his cock.

“Are you here to meet me”, barked Dave in a deep manly voice.

“Yes Sir” I stammered, somewhat ashamed that one of my bosses knew all about my secret fantasises.

“So you’re the little sissy that wants to suck my cock”, he sniggered.

Again I answered “Yes Sir”. My use of the word “Sir” somehow confirming my inferiority to Mr Williams

“Good boy, if I'd known about you sooner I'd have done this ages ago.", he roared.

We spent the next hour takeing by the bar, my face flushed with red virtually the whole time. Dave kept asking me loads of permisteral questions all the while. In particular he kept asking me questions about my wife Melanie. What she was like in bed, did she shave her pussy, etc. Strangely I was enjoying the offense of it all, not to mention the fact that my cock was hard the whole time.

After my third take Dave told me to take up and that we were to go back to his place. He said that his wife and 2 flowers were out for the rest of the day, and that we wouldn’t be disturbed. The journey took about 15 minuets. As we drove Dave told me that his wife didn’t like sucking his cock, and that he was really looking forward to having me suck his cock.

When we arrived at his house, we both went in. We made our way into his living room. Dave sat on the sofa, and gestured for me to sit on the floor by his feet.

“So how long have you been doing this and what exactly are you into?," he said as he made himself comfortable in his easy chair.

Looking up at him I replied, "Well, I haven't really haven't been into anything yet. I haven't sucked anyone off, I’ve never been with a man, but have always had the desire to get my hands on another guys cock and suck it. I can't explain it, but the desire has always been there. I guess it’s because I don’t see my self as a real man because my cock is so tiny. Even when me and my wife are watching a porn, and the girl is sucking he guy, sometimes I imagine it's me giving the blow job", I answered submissively.

"Hmmm, sounds interesting," Dave said. With that he began to undo his trousers freeing his cock from within the confines of his pants. All I could do was look on and gulp as his cock came into view. For most of my adult life I had fantasized about this moment and it was finally coming true. In it's soft flaccid state it was much longer and thicker than mine. Dave told me not to be afraid, and to touch his dick.

I reached up with my right hand and took hold Dave’s cock around the base and started to stroke it. With my left hand I cradled his big balls and started to massage them. His cock started to grow in my hand the more I stroked it. When fully it was fully erect it looked massive, much thicker than mine and about twice the length.

I bet I've jacked off 10,000 times in the last 30 years and never really paid attention to how it felt to hold my dick. But now with Dave’s dick in my hand it felt so good. It’s large size was mesmerizing. I’d didn’t feel like a man at all, in fact I felt more like a 14 year old schoolgirl.

I sat up a little and leaned forward, taking in the manly scent of his crotch. I rubbed the cock head against my lips, then around them. I took a deep breath and licked the tip, it tasted so manly. I opened my mouth and gently sucked on the head of his cock swirling my tongue on the underside.

Dave said, "That was good start, but no sense in rushing things, My wife is going to be gone all day so we'll have plenty of time to talk and play. You mentioned in one your emails that you like to dress in women’s clothes. What do you like to wear?"

I replied, "Well I've never dressed for anybody other than myself. But when my wife Melanie is out and I get in the right mood I have some stockings and suspenders that I like wear. I love the feel of the nylon against my skin and when I jerk off I have a pretty intense orgasm. But, I have to be in the right mood."

Dave said, "I'd really like to see you dressed up. Would mind doing that for me."

"It's kind of embarrassing but I guess so." Dave told me his wife had some kinky underwear in her bottom draw. He lead me upstairs and showed me the draw. “Put on whatever you like”, he grinned, making his way back downstairs leaving me alone with his wife’s underwear at my disposal.

I rummaged through the draw and selected a lacy black suspender belt with matching stockings and knickers. I took off all my clothes and put on the items. My tiny cock was throbbing inside the silky knickers, everything felt really good but I was so nervous.

Slowly I made my way back downstairs and into the living room. Dave was now sat on the sofa again watching a porn film where a black man was being sucked off by a young white girl.

"Well come here and let me look at you”, he barked. I was instructed to twirl around for him. He Laughing out load, "No wonder you like to dress up and want to suck cock. Your dick is about the size of a clit."

I was so embarrassed, I pulled up my panties to hide myself. "How does it feel to dress like a sissy for a real man. Does it turn you on sissy”, Dave said.

My mind was really starting to spin but I managed to get out a, "Yes Sir." I was so turned I though my heart was going to burst out of my chest and my little cock was starting to tent my panties.

As he reached forward and began to rub my suspenders straps leg he said, "Would that be your ultimate fantasy, to turn yourself over to another man to be his sex toy. Is that it?"

"I've thought about it and jerked off to it on more than one occasion," I said. His hand rubbing my leg through the stockings was really turning my on. The front of my panties was starting to get wet from my oozing pre-cum.

"Why don't you get on your knees and stroke me a little while we talk."

I knelt down and took his cock in my hand and started playing with it.

"Have you ever thought about dressing totally as a woman, with make up and stuff?"

"I've thought about it but I know I'm not passable so I just get off on wearing the sexy underwear." I leaned forward and gave his cock a nice wet kiss. His pre-cum was starting to flow too. After a few minutes he grabbed my head and shoved his cock right in my mouth. “Suck me whilst I watch this film”, he ordered.

I would have liked to have watched the film myself for a while, but it was clear all this was about his pleasure and not mine. In fact it was at this point that he ordered me that under no circumstance was I allowed to touch my own cock. To use his words he now “owned my cock”.

I was now sucking for all I was worth, his cock felt enormous inside my mouth. It felt so humiliating worshiping another man’s big dick as he watched a porn film. Dave was calling me a “slut” all the while, asking me what I thought my wife Melanie would make of me if she could see me now. I could of course not answer, I guess it would be rude to talk with his cock in my mouth.

For about 10 minuets or so I slurped away until I felt his cock begin to throb. Finally he exploded inside my mouth sending copious amounts of thick creamy spunk everywhere. I swallowed as much as I could, but some still ended up dribbling down my chin and onto my chest.

"Wow, that wasn't bad," he said, "but you could use a little more practice."

I sucked him twice more that day, and not once was a allowed to touch my own dick.

The second time I sucked him he made sure I swallowed the lot. The final time he went for the opposite, shooting his load all over my face and hair. He told me he was “marking his territory”.

Finally it was time to go, I took of my sissy undies and got dressed. One thing Dave wouldn’t let me do was wash his spunk off my face. It took me almost an hour to walk home, I could still taste his cum all the time. When I eventually got home Melanie was in bed. I sat down stairs in the dark for about an hour, and during that time I shot my load 4 times as I recalled the days events. In the space of just a few hours Mr Williams had turned me into a sissy cum slut.



Several days later in my secret email account I got a message from Dave. It simply read, Need my cock sucked, wife and flowers are going out tonight. I'll give you a call.

I responded back that I wasn't sure I could make it. In days since I’d first sucked Dave’s cock I’d began to regret what I’d done and wasn’t sure if I wanted to meet him again.

Several hours later I got a response back from Dave. When I ask you come over, I expect you to come, see photo attachments.

I opened at the first attachment and it was a picture of me with his big cock in my mouth. The next was a picture of me wearing his wife‘s stockings and suspenders. I could only imagine he must have had a hidden camera taking pictures of me.

I guess I have two choices, either be his permisteral cock sucker or let the whole world know including my wife that I was a closet sissy wimp. The more I thought about it the more I knew I had only one choice, if he called I have to would go.

About 7 o’clock the phone rang and Melanie answered it. She talked for several minutes so I thought was one of her friends, that is until she walked up and handed me the phone. She mouthed the word Dave.

"Hello", I mumred numerously.

"Hi, there sissy boy. I told your lovely wife I’m your boss from work and that I have some papers I want to show you. She sounds really nice, hopefully I’ll get to meet her soon”, Dave said.

I of course new therew as no paper work to see, he just wanted his cock sucked.

"Yes ok, I'll be there in 10 minutes," I said as I hung up.

"I'll be back in a few hours”, I told Mel. Adding that Dave was my new boss and that he was quite demanding. Well in a way I was sort of telling the truth.

Filled with mixed emotions of excitement and dread I drove to Dave’s house. Once there I knocked on the door and Dave answered it. Dave was standing there completely naked, his cock already rock hard.

"Come in slut, get in here and suck my cock.", he yelled.

I followed him into the living room where he plopped himself down in his arm chair and spread his legs. I kneeled down between his legs and took his cock between my lips.

"OOOOhhhh, yeah. Suck my cock slut. Just think, your lovely little wife Melanie is all alone at home while your over here with my cock in your mouth.", he chuckled.

My mouth and tongue worked the head of his cock, and with my left hand I cradled his nut sack and started gently squeezing them.

"Your getting much better. So does your wife ever suck your cock?", he enquired.

"We used to, but not anymore", I replied as I liked down his shaft to his balls and back up the head again. I sucked the head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around the edge, paying particular attention to the underside.

"Well maybe that’s because she needs a real man, not a sissy cock sucker like you."

I stopped sucking and looked up at him, while I stroked his cock. I had an idea where this was going. I’d told Dave all about my cuckold fantasises in our emails. He knew the thought of another man fucking my wife while I watched had been a turn on for years and I was becoming very aroused.

I decided not to answer him and went back to work on his cock. I could tell he was getting close, his pre cum was really flowing now.

"I could fuck your wife. And, if you were real good I might let you suck my cum out of her well fucked pussy. How would you like that?", he said.

“I would like that very much Sir, but sadly my wife isn’t into any of this” I replied.

"OK, but I bet she'd like a real man to fuck her, wouldn‘t she.”, purred Dave, as I sucked on his cock hard.

“Yes Sir”, I mumred submissive.

With that he grabbed my head and pulled it back on his dick. With him holding my head he started fucking my mouth. Slowly at first and then started to build speed. Just before he shot his load down my throat, he stopped pumping and as I held open my mouth he held the tip of on my tongue so he could watch his come shoot into my mouth. I could feel it swell as each shot of his hot cum hit my tongue. I swallowed that thick creamy goo and it tasted wonderful.

When he finished I suck him into my mouth again to completely drain all the cum from his spent cock. When I was sure he was empty and I leaned back and said, "It's getting late Mel will be wondering where I am.

It was 3 days later that I heard from Dave next. He called me to his office at work and told me that his wife June was holding a dinner party on Saturday evening and that he wanted me and Mel to attend. I was really nervous about my wife being in the company of a man who’s cock I had now sucked several times. I tried to make various excuses as to why Mel couldn’t be there. But Dave was having none of it, he made it clear he wanted Mel there. He also told me he wanted her dressed “sluttishly”. My reply was a humble “Yes Sir”. Dave was delighted, and made me suck his cock before I left.

One last thing he did before I left was to give me one of his wife’s suspender- belt’s, complete with stockings. They were white in colour, with tiny red bows on the suspenders. “I want you wearing these under your trousers, he barked assertively”

Saturday arrived and I made sure Mel was dressed rather tartish. It took a little coaxing, but I got her to wear her little black dress, complete with 4 inch high heels. She even wore her stockings and suspenders hidden underneath. Little did she know I was also clad in suspenders, what a pair of little tarts we made.

Entering Dave’s house he introduced myself and Melanie to his wife June. His wife June was an attractive woman, smartly dressed with very large breasts. She was quite tall as well, with long legs. It was all a bit embarrassing as June looked down upon my sluttishly dressed wife and whispered under her breath “Cheap tart”. With that Dave informed me that he had something to show me upstairs whilst the “Girls” got to know each other better.

The something he had to show me was of course his cock. I sucked him off in his bedroom whist my wife and his were down stairs. "Oh yeah, pussyboy, suck that cock. I'm going to shoot my load all over your face," Dave moaned.

With my right hand massaging his nuts and his cock sliding in and out of my mouth it didn't take long before I felt his big hand on the back of my head. He held my head stationary as he started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. Suddenly I felt his cock grow larger, he stopped moving, whipped out his cock and started squirting his seed all over my face and hair. I continued to milk his cock with my lips until he was soft again. Next he told me not to wipe it off. It was highly embarrassing but it looked like I’d have to spend the rest of the evening with his spunk dried all over my face.

Making my way down stairs I was wondering how I could possibly explain the spunk stains all over my face. As it turned out, there would be no need to explain.

Apparently whist me and Dave had been upstairs June had been showing my wife all the photos that Dave had took of me sucking his cock. As her husbands face was not visible in any of the pictures, she informed me wife that if they were made public all of the shame would be on me.

My wife had been stunned, but was only to aware that we both faced ridicule and offense if they became pubic. June had left her in no doubts if she didn’t do exactly as she said then that is what happen.

Whist I’d been upstairs sucking Dave’s cock. June had made my wife strip down to just her stockings and suspends, plus her high heels. She’d removed her own knickers and was now making my sobbing wife lick her big hairy cunt out.

When I walked through the door I saw everything. My wife tried to brake away from her task and explain but June stopped her. My wife was powerd to continue with her “work” as June explained everything to me. Apparently she and Dave had been in with it all from the start. Because of my actions myself and my wife now found ourselves as sex slaves to

Virginie ou les pièges de l'infidélité


Ce n'était pas tant la dureté du carrelage qui la faisait frémir que de sentir mister sexe occupé par ce gigantesque godemiché que lui avait si gentiment enfournée Vanessa en partant. Elle était dans sa propre cuisine, attachée par le cou au point de ne pas pouvoir rester autrement qu'à quatre pattes. Ils lui avaient quand même placé un coussin sous les genoux pour atténuer la douleur. Et elle attendait le retour mister mari. Que faire d'autre ? Cela n'avait pas été vraiment malin de profiter de mister absence cette nuit pour faire venir Vincent et ses copains. Elle aurait dû se rendre compte qu'il ne l'aimait finalement qu'en tant qu'esclave sexuelle. Une belle femelle aux seins lourds, grande, un "bel objet de plaisir" comme il l'appelait. Oh Sébastien ne devait pas tarder puisque mister avion atterrissait à 7 h. Vincent et ses potes étaient partis à la même heure, l'attachant "en souvenir de cette soirée. Tu ne voudrais pas cacher à ton mari tout ce que tu subis ?", avait conclu Vincent, en partant soudainement et en la laissant là, exsangue de fatigue et de sexe.
Tout lui raconter ? Cela risquait d'être long à lui raconter. Voyons, ils étaient arrivés vers 22 h. Vincent lui avait juste dit qu'il serait là pour profiter de l'absence de mister mari et elle avait été surprise de voir qu'ils étaient quatre, Vincent, deux copains appelés Karim et Stéphane, et Vanessa, une superbe et grande blonde dont la présence avait tout de suite rendu Virginie jalouse : "Tu devais venir seul ?
- Oui mais je fais ce que je veux. Non ?
- Oui, oui.
- On dit oui maître." Il lui avait cruellement pincé les seins pour la rappeler à ses devoirs. Elle était bien l'esclave de Vincent. C'est vrai qu'il la faisait jouir comme permisterne depuis leur première rencontre. C'était chez un copain de mister entreprise où il l'avait honteusement draguée. En 9 ans de mariage elle n'avait jamais trompé mister mari mais là elle s'était sentie fondre devant ses grands yeux marrons. Il l'avait prise dans la salle de bains et elle se demandait encore comment elle avait fait pour ne pas avertir toute l'entreprise tant elle avait eu la sensation d'hurler sa jouissance. Depuis ils se revoyaient à chaque voyage de Sébastien et elle se sentait toujours plus à lui.
« Oui maître. » Il lui palpa sa lourde poitrine, propriétaire : « Vous vous en servirez aussi », indiqua-t-il à ses amis, amusés. « Sers nous à boire. Mais avant enlève ta robe. » Virginie se dévétit, ne gardant qu'un superbe corset noir qui faisait ressortir sa lourde poitrine, ses bas et des chaussures noires aux talons vertiginieux qui soulignaient sa croupe.
« Superbe », se risqua Karim en promenant ses mains sur les fesses d'Virginie et en effleurant mister sexe épilé.
« Oui mais pas touche tant que je ne le dirai pas », rappela Vincent. « Elle va d'abord nous servir à boire. Hein Virginie, tu seras une soubrette docile.
- Oui maître.
Bien, champagne chienne. »

Et Virginie se mit à faire le service tout en regardant plus longuement ses « invité ». Karim n'était pas très grand, la trentaine, sûr de lui et de mister humour. Stéphane était plus imposant, un grand Noir pas très bavard et qui ne semblait n'être là que pour le moment où il la prendrait enfin. Et Vanessa qui la regardait, ironique. Virginie se demandait si c'était la maîtresse officielle de Vincent. Auquel cas où elle aimerait lui abattre la bouteille sur la tête...
Mais Vincent de lui laissa pas le temps : « Vous connaissez la spécialité d'Virginie ?
Non.
Elle va nous le dire. Hein Virginie ? » Elle avait honte, honte d'être là à montrer ses seins en faisant le service. Même si elle avait bu un bon verre de vodka et s'était excitée en les attendant, elle était à la limite de tout laisser tomber. Et Vincent : « Elle fait des pipes au champagne divines. Hein Virginie. Montre leur. Sortez vos bites. »
Il ne fallut bien sûr pas leur demander deux fois. Karim sortit un sexe somme toute de taille classique pendant que Stéphane sortir un monstre aussi long que large. Quant à Vincent, Virginie ne put s'empêcher d'être excitée en regardant mister superbe sexe, une taille parfaite. « Commence par Karim », intima Vincent.
Virginie était ravie maintenant de sucer ces trois mâles tout en buvant du champagne pour mieux les exciter. Elle était agenouillée devant le large canapé sûr lequel Vincent leur avait dit de s'installer. Karim n'était pas si excité mais elle eut vite fait de le dégeler. Mais c'était Stéphane qui l'impressionnait. Déjà érigé mister sexe semblait l'attendre, le gland décalotté, indécent, énorme. Lorsqu'Virginie s'en rapprocha à la demande de Vincent, elle eut d'abord un moment de recul – mister premier black! - puis le huma avant de le prendre en bouche autant qu'elle le pouvait. Stéphane en profitait pour lui malaxer les seins quand elle entendit Vanessa se rapprocher d'elle pour appuyer sur sa tête - « Prends le bien en bouche, chienne » - et pénétrer mister sexe : « Vous verriez comme elle mouille. » Et Virginie se sentait complètement passive avec cette main qui lui faisait descendre et monter sur le sexe de Stéphane.
Au bout d'un temps qui semblait lui échapper, les minutes commencèrent à lui sembler longues tant sa bouche était distendue. Heureusement Vincent dit que c'était mister tour. Vanessa se déplaça respectueusement derrière lu, lui laissant se précipiter sur le sexe de mister amant. Enfin. Elle le prit en bouche, le renifla de haut en bas, s'attardant sur le bas, remontant doucement, se resservant du champagne pour mieux l'emboucher. « Quelle salope hein », s'exclama Vincent. Les autres semblaient pétrifiés devant le spectacle, la façon dont à la fois Vincent affirmait sa propriété et Virginie mister amour infini.
Puis il en eut marre : « Allons dans sa chambre. Oui voilà, mets toi sur le lit en levrette. On va te prendre chacun notre tour. Tu ne verras pas qui. Et tu lécheras Vanessa. » Virginie s'installa dans la grande chambre aux murs blancs. Sur le côté, l'armoire avait des glaces mais ils lui avaient mis un bandeau sur les yeux. Elle était offerte totalement. Bientôt, Vanessa lui prit la tête pour qu'elle la lèche. Son sexe était rasé, délicieux. Elle aimait aussi les femmes mais rien ne valait le sexe qu'elle attendait, frémissante. Les mains qui allaient prendre sa croupe, peut être lui tirer les chVirginieux. « Toi d'abord. » Elle eut à peine le temps d'entendre Vincent fixer l'ordre de passage qu'un sexe s'enfonça en elle. D'un coup. Elle hurla. A la taille c'était Karim. Il savait s'y prendre et la besognait avec talent sans pour autant lui empêcher de lécher une Vanessa qui semblait apprécier : « Oui vas y, lèche salope, salope. » Virginie eut plaisir à attendre Vincent réplique : « Cette chienne croit qu'Virginie est à mister service. Tout à l'heure elle aussi devra y passer. » Et tout de suite : « A toi Stéphane. »
Là on changeait de registre. Virginie se sentit instantanément remplie comme elle ne l'avait jamais été. Une sensation indescriptible mais qui ne lui fit quand même atteindre les étoiles qu'elle réservait à Vincent. « Tu aimes ça; dit le salope/
Oui, j'aime ça.
Dit « j'aime ta bite »
J'aime ta bite.
Bien. »
Et Stéphane de partir dans un délire en la prenant à une vitesse indescriptible qui la fit hurler. Et Stéphane de jouir enfin. Mais elle eut à peine le temps de reprendre ses esprits que Vincent était en elle. Devant ses yeux, Vanessa était partie et le sexe de Karim avait remplacé mister buismister quasi dégarni.

« Jouis salope, je te le permets. » Virginie n'attendait que l'autorisation de Vincent et elle partie dans un grand feulement rauque au moment où Vincent lui infligea quelques délicieuses tapes sur les fesses. Quelques minutes plus tard, elle se rendit compte qu'ils étaient repartis dans le salon la laissant vivre sa jouissance. Quand elle voulut se lVirginier, elle se rendit compte qu'ils lui avaient mis un collier et attachée aux pieds du lit. Les mains dans le dos étaient également attachées. Et Vanessa derrière elle avec un martinet. « Prends ça chienne, mets toi bien en levrette oui, mieux cambrée que ça, oui. » Et les coups pleuvaient, pas trop fort. « Ramène la. » La voix de Vincent retentit. Vanessa la détacha et la ramena à quatre pattes dans le salon. La couloir était long et Virginie eut le temps d'admirer la plastique de Vanessa maintenant qu'ils lui avaient enlevé mister bandeau. Elle était grande, quasi comme elle, de longs chVirginieux mais plutôt plate. Plus jeune aussi. Très belle indiscutablement.
« Regardez ces deux chiennes, souligna Vincent à leur arrivée. On va les accoupler. A quatre pattes toutes les deux oui. Fesse à fesse. » Et Vincent prit un long double plug qu'il introduit dans leurs deux sexes.
« Oui, baisez vous, allez. Et sucez les. » Stéphane et Karim prirent position de chaque côté pendant que les deux femmes se baisaient, chacune semblant vouloir mieux pénétrer l'autre. A ce petit jeu, Virginie sembla l'emporter et ce fut Vanessa qui jouit dans un grand cri.
« Bien, maintenant, embrassez vous. » Elles se retrouvèrent ensemble et commencèrent à s'embrasser, se caresser, oubliant petit à petit les regards allumés des trois hommes. Elles roulèrent sur l'épais tapis. Leurs doigts s'activaient, leurs langues. Le temps semblait arrêté quand Vincent leur intima l'ordre de se mettre à quatre pattes cote à cote. « Voilà, présentez vos culs. Je ne sais pas qui je vais prendre. Dites moi. » Presque instantanément elles s'écrièrent « moi ». « Bon pour choisir je vais prendre celle qui me donnera mister petit trou. » Virginie craignait cette intromission que Vincent lui faisait de plus en plu pratiquer. Mais quand il ajouta : « Avec Stéphane », elle frémit. Se faire prendre par Vincent au prix d'une enculade par le monstrueux sexe de Stéphane? Elle ne réfléchit pas longtemps avant de dire « OK ». Vanessa dit qu'elle préférait regarder. A cet instant, Virginie eut le sentiment que Vincent la regardait avec fierté : « Bien, je vais te préparer », dit-il en sortant un tube de gel. Puis un godemiché qu'il lui enfourna dans le sexe : « Après je te prendrai par là, ce sera ta première double. »
Elle se sentait comme une esclave au moment du sacrifice quand elle sentit les immenses mains de Stéphane lui agripper les fesses. Elle avait la tête par terre, les bras devant comme pour prier. Elle sentait mister sexe qui approchait. Puis il commença à s'introduire. La douleur était terrible. Elle avait envie de dire non mais elle n'osait pas. Puis tout d'un coup le géant entra entièrement, la clouant au sol où elle tomba. Il s'activait en dépit de ses pleurs. Puis s'arrêta. « Retourne la. » Stéphane la transporta sur la canapé où il s'assit, lui écartant les cuisses. Vincent arriva, la verge dressée, et la prit enfin. Elle sentait les deux hommes s'activer en elle. Une sensation unique, enfin la jouissance.
Puis Vincent l'emmena dans la chambre pour lui faire enfin l'amour. De l'autre côté elle entendait Vanessa se faire aussi prendre par les deux hommes mais elle savait qu'elle avait la meilleure part. Elle aimait Vincent et ferait n'importe quoi pour lui.

En la voyant attachée dans la cuisine, un godemiché enfoncé loin dans mister sexe, Léopold avait vraiment halluciné. Qui avait pu lui faire ça? Il l'avait délivrée, consolé mais finalement pas trop cru mister histoire de cambrioleurs qui n'avaient rien volé et l'avaient violé toute la nuit. Et puis les jours étaient passés. Il avait bien eu du mal à admettre qu'elle ne veuille pas porter plainte mais finalement cela l'arrangeait bien de croire sa femme toujours fidèle. Juste dommage qu'elle ne veuille plus de lui après "tout ce qu'elle avait vécu".
De mister coté Vanessa était partagée entre une haine tenace pour Vincent et la manière dont il l'avait traitée et le souvenir lancinant des coups de queue qu'elle avait subi sous mister joug. Permisterne ne l'avait jamais baisée comme ça et elle ne savait pas comment faire comprendre à mister mari qu'elle avait besoin d'autres hommes. Qu'elle ne pouvait se suffire plus longtemps de ses baises rapides. L'occasion se présenta heureusement quelques semaines plus tard lors d'un dîner chez des amis. Quatre couples étaient là, dont les hôtes, Birgit et Wilhem, un couple d'Allemands installé à Paris avec lequel ils avaient sympathisé il y a plus d'une dizaine d'années. Elle n'était pas très grande mais incroyablement sexy avec sa grande bouche, ses cheveux blonds et mister décolleté assumé. Il n'était pas non plus très grand mais également très sexe. Vanessa s'était souvent demandé ce qu'il valait au lit. Quant à Léopold, elle l'avait quasiment violé il y a quelques années et c'était un secret bien gardé entre eux.
"Vous êtes déjà allés en club échangiste?" Birgit aurait voulu laisser un blanc dans la conversation qu'elle n'aurait pas mieux fait. Les trois couples se regardaient en chiens de faïence sans réagir. A la surprise générale ce fut Vanessa, la présumée timide, qui reprit la balle au bon : "Non mais j'adorerais". Stupéfait, Léopold articula un petit "Tu crois" avant que Birgit renchérisse : "Nous on ne connaît pas non plus mais on aimerait en visiter un vendredi soir. Vous venez avec nous?" Les deux autres couples dirent que non en rigolant jaune et Léopold essaya de rigoler une fois dans la voiture : "Elle nous a bien eu. C'est une blague j'en suis sûr." Quel donc ne fut pas sa surprise le vendredi soir de voir sa femme en train de s'apprêter. Elle portait un corset ultra sexy qu'il n'avait encore jamais vu et qu'elle lui demanda de lui lacer : "On ne fera rien ce soir, c'est juste pour voir mais j'ai envie de me sentir belle, tu comprends.
- Et c'est aussi pour ça que tu t'es rasée la chatte?
- Dans les clubs c'est quasiment obligatoire, je ne veux pas dénoter.
- Mais tu comptes être nue.
- Il faudra bien si tu m'honores..." Elle lui caressa le sexe et il se sentit pousser des ailes. La baiser, enfin…
Birgit et Wilhem étaient bien là au café à l'angle du club. Ils trouvèrent celui-ci très joli dans une cave d'un beau quartier parisien. Les femmes étaient sexy, les hommes pas toujours aussi jeunes mais certains "valaient le détour" confièrent les deux femmes à leurs maris en buvant des coupes de champagne. Ils ne purent s'empêcher de dire qu'il y avait aussi plein de belles femmes. "Oui, mais vous ne les touchez pas. Comme nous, on regarde juste."
Peu après ils s'enfoncèrent dans le méandre des coins câlins. Un spectacle qui les excita vite, surtout Léopold qui entreprit de déshabiller Vanessa. Pau après il la prit en levrette devant une grille ouverte. Il s'appliquait à la faire jouir les yeux fermés quand il se rendit compte qu'un homme lui caressait les seins au travers de la grille. Et elle ne disait rien... semblait même apprécier. Une minute plus tard il fut encore plus surpris de voir le même homme, un grand brun très classe d'une cinquantaine d'années, sortir mister sexe et lui enfourner dans la bouche. Et elle le suça avec avidité, totalement soumise. L'excitation de Léopold était telle qu'il ne tarda plus à jouir. Devant lui Vanessa restait, offerte. L'homme fit le tour et s'approcha d'eux, demanda un "pardon, je peux" à Léopold avant de s'enfoncer d'une traite dans Virginie. Et il l'entendit feuler, il le vit prendre ses seins, agripper ses fesses, la fesser gentiment, la baiser comme il ne l'avait jamais fait. "Tu aimes ça salope. - Oui, oui." Il hallucinait, devant Birgit et Wilhem qui étaient venus assister au spectacle mais n'avaient rien fait et qui lui lancèrent un : "On va vous laisser, bonne fin de soirée".
Enfin l'homme jouit et se retourna ravi : "Votre femme est une salope de première. Venez je vous offre à boire." Vanessa avait même du mal à marcher tant elle avait joui mais ce fut elle qui dit à Léopold qu'ils allaient le suivre. A sa table il y avait deux couples, la quarantaine, de très belles femmes dans la trentaine et des hommes plus âges. Tous semblaient bien installés dans la vie et ne se privèrent pas de complimenter Virginie sur sa plastique. "Elle a des seins de rêve", renchérit leur initiateur qui se nommait Pierre. "Et elle suce divinement." Autant Virginie semblait à l'aise en cette compagnie, autant Vincent se demandait ce qu'il faisait là. "Voulez-vous venir chez nous", proposa Pierre après qu'ils aient bu encore deux coupes de champagne. "On finira la nuit agréablement, mes amis mistert restés très sages toute la soirée et mistert sûrement plein d'énergie..."
Une demi-heure plus tard, ils étaient devant la façade bourgeoise d'un immeuble en pierre de taille du XVI° arrondissement. Vincent ne posait plus de questions, lui qui avait toujours été leader dans leur couple se laissait mener par le bout du nez par une Virginie enthousiaste. L'appartement était aussi beau qu'ils l'avaient imaginé. Un salon immense dans lequel les deux couples et Pierre les attendaient. Les deux femmes étaient à genoux devant des fauteuils et suçaient les hommes qui y étaient assis en se touchant le sexe. Pierre, déjà occupé, accueillit Virginie en lui demandant de s'occuper de leur ami, un grand brun à l'allure italienne qui sortit négligemment mister sexe en indiquant à Virginie de se mettre à genoux. Et Virginie ne se fit pas prier pour sucer ce deuxième sexe de la soirée. Il lui maintenait la tête d'une main pour s'enfoncer encore mieux en elle. Vincent regardait, fasciné.
Quelques minutes plus tard, le troisième homme, plus petit et trapu, dit à Vincent de s'asseoir à côté de lui et indiqua gentiment à sa compagne qu'elle devait dorénavant s'occuper de lui. Puis il se dirigea calmement vers Virginie, remonta prestement sa jupe et commença à la caresser. Quelques minutes de ce traitement suffirent à la rendre suffisamment excitée pour qu'il se décide à la pénétrer. Elle se fit la réflexion que, décidément, il n'était pas facile de sucer un sexe pendant qu'un autre vous pénétrait de plus en plus vite. Quant à Vincent, il s'était aussi décidé à pénétrer la belle blonde qui l'avait si bien sucé. Maris et femmes s'éclataient chacun de leur côté. Vincent jouit assez vite et pu voir alors Pierre qui demandait à mister ami de lui laisser prendre Virginie. Son sexe semblait totalement ouvert aux assauts de ces hommes qui se proposaient mutuellement de s'y enfoncer. Bientôt les trois hommes eurent eu ce privilège, la retournant, la baisant mis sans s'intéresser encore à mister anus. Ce tour vient quand Pierre proposa qu'ils la prennent en double.
"Non, articula faiblement Virginie.
- Si dit Pierre, il faut en passer par là. Vous aimerez vous verrez, nous allons bien vous préparer."
Il sortit un petit godemiché qu'il entreprit de lui mettre dans l'anus après l'avoir enduit de lubrifiant et commença un travail que Virginie sembla vite apprécier. C'est à ce moment là que Vincent se rendit compte que les deux femmes s'étaient éclipsées et qu'ils étaient seuls avec les trois hommes. Ceux-ci entreprirent de faire profiter Virginie de ces trois orifices. Elle n'y croyait pas, elle s'envolait littéralement de jouissance. Elle dut même s'endormir car quand elle se réveilla ce n'était plus d'elle dont les trois hommes s'occupaient, mais de Vincent. Ils avaient en effet rapidement lorgné sur lui, mister corps d'éphèbe, sa peau douce, mister sexe de taille moyenne, ses fesses... Pierre avait donc d'abord négligé Virginie et s'était approché de Vincent : "Elle ne suce pas bien.
- Pardon.
- Je dis que quand on la baise elle ne suce pas bien. C'est inacceptable. Vous devez faire quelque chose.
- Quoi.
- Me sucer." Et Pierre lui avait pris la tête pour y enfoncer mister sexe. Vincent ne s'était pas vraiment défendu, fasciné comme sa femme par l'autorité de Pierre. Peu après Pierre l'avait fait se retourner et préparé à mister tour. Son sexe avait pénétré doucement les entrailles de Vincent pour lequel s'était une première fois. La première douleur passé il s'était littéralement empalé sur le sexe de Pierre quand celui-ci l'avait fait venir sur ses genoux. Un deuxième homme abandonna alors Virginie pour se faire sucer, puis un troisième. Voyant que Virginie sortait de sa torpeur, ils demandèrent aux deux de se mettre face à face pour qu'ils les sodomisent ensemble. Stupéfaite, Virginie vit alors mister homme gémir devant mister visage. Elle prit aussi mister pied et tout s'arrêta enfin quand les deux hommes jouirent en eux non sans les avoir copieusement fessé avant.

Le moins que l’on puisse dire c’est que le retour de Virginie et Léopold chez eux fut glacial. Il l’avait vue se donner à trois hommes. Elle l’avait vu se donner à trois hommes. Ils dormirent néanmoins quelques heures puis ne surent trop que se dire. La tension était trop forte entre eux. Ils finirent par tomber dans les bras l’un de l’autre le soir et se firent divinement l’amour. Non, ils ne recommenceraient pas. Promis…
Promis… Seulement, Vincent rappela quelques jours plus tard. Vincent, mister amant qui l’avait abandonnée. « Je te promets, je n’ai pas pu t’appeler. Un voyage d’affaires qui s’éternisait et avec le décalage horaire, tu comprends. » Elle ne le croyait pas mais bon, que faire ? Comment lui résister. D’autant que Léopold était lui-même reparti à l’étranger quelques jours non sans lui avoir fait promettre de bien se tenir. « Ce soir, chez des amis. Fais-toi belle.
- Des amis libertins ?
- Non, non, des amis tout court. J’ai besoin d’une cavalière, il y aura aussi des clients. »
Elle avait bien eu envie de lui dire de se trouver une escort girl si c’était juste pour faire bien à mister bras qu’il avait besoin d’elle mais en fait elle était plutôt flattée de sa proposition. Il la retrouva le lendemain dans un café proche de l’appartement où ils devaient dîner. Elle ne voulait plus prendre le risque de le voir chez elle. Qu’il était beau. Grand, brun, musclé. 1m 90 si male pendant que mister Léopold était si terne, si peu masculin à côté. Sa chatte s’était instantanément humidifiée en le voyant et elle savait qu’elle ferait n’importe quoi pour lui. Elle aurait tant aimé qu’il l’a prenne là, tout de suite, mais il lui dit : « Nous sommes en retard. Tu es très belle… » Elle l’était. Elle avait mis le paquet. Une robe noire très échancrée sur la poitrine qui laissait entre apercevoir mister 95d. Des bas noirs eux aussi. Des talons aiguilles. Noirs. Seule touche de couleur mister collier de perles. Blanches. La classe…
En arrivant chez les amis de Vincent, Virginie dut admettre que ses peurs de se retrouver livrée à des males dominateurs comme la fois précédente n’étaient pas fondés. L’assistance était au contraire très chic, faite de couples bien assortis et l’appartement des beaux quartiers parisiens était un écrin parfait pour ce dîner. « Je vous présente Virginie, une amie. » Très gentleman, Vincent la présentait à différents couples présents puis à des hommes d’origine allemande plus âgés– « mes clients » lui dit-il – mais fort séduisants. Elle engagea rapidement la conversation avec l’un deux : « Vous travaillez avec Vincent ?
- Non pas encore, mais nous sommes très intéressés par ses prestation. »
En fait, Virginie ne sait pas trop bien ce que Vincent faisait. Elle l’avait rencontré dans un cocktail lors du vernissage d’une exposition de peinture et il lui avait juste dit qu’il faisait des « affaires ». « Les quelles ?, demanda donc t-elle.
- Nous penmisters lui acheter des tableaux. » Ah donc, il n’était pas à cette expo par hasard.
Et l’homme, un nommé Bernard, de renchérir : « Il semble qu’il sache bien choisir ses protégés peintres, mais aussi femmes. Vous êtes superbe, Virginie. » Elle en rougit presque. Il faut avouer qu’il était exactement comme elle aimait les hommes. Grand, mince. La cinquantaine évidemment mais quelle prestance. Et il parlait français comme vous et moi, sans une pointe d’accent.
La soirée s’était bien passée et c’était l’heure du départ. Assise entre Bernard et Vincent, Virginie avait été drôle, belle. Elle était contente d’elle et n’avait qu’une hâte que Vincent la prenne. Elle fut donc bien déçue en sortant qu’il lui dise qu’ils allaient encore boire un verre chez Bernard. Et encore plus quand Vincent lui dit de monter dans la voiture de Bernard parce qu’il était en scooter et n’avait qu’un casque. Alors qu’elle s’apprêtait à protester, une caresse sur les fesses lui fit vite renoncer. Elle s’installa donc confortablement à l’arrière de la grosse Mercedes, aux côtés de Bernard. Deux hommes étaient devant, qu’il lui présenta comme mister chauffeur et mister garde du corps. « Désolé, ils parlent très mal français. » Puis il se tut. La grosse berline sortit bientôt de Paris. « J’habite une grande maimister à Sèvres, vous allez voir c’est très beau », lui expliqua encore Bernard.
Mais le portail de la demeure une fois ouvert, la voiture garée devant l’imposante bâtisse, les choses changèrent. « Allez vous préparer Virginie », lui intima-t-il à peine entré. « Vos affaires mistert à côté. » Il ouvrit une porte et la fit entrer. Au milieu de la pièce il n’y avait qu’un corset, rouge. « Mettez le et rejoignez vous. Angela va vous aider à le lacer », dit-il encore en lui désignant une jeune femme brune pulpeuse habillée elle aussi d’un simple corset qui laissait voir ses seins et mister sexe. « Mais non », essaya-t-elle de dire. « Voyons c’est bien ce qui était convenu avec Vincent. Voulez vous lui parler ?
- Bien sûr. » Elle prit donc le téléphone qu’il lui tendait et entendit tout de suite la voix de Vincent : « J’arrive mon amour. Fais ce que Bernard te dit. On va bien s’amuser je te le promets. Je serai là quand tu seras habillée. »
Habillée, déshabillée plutôt se disait elle en s’admirant néanmoins dans la glace. Trente ans, pas un poil de graisse, des seins à se damner, des jambes, juste le visage qu’elle trouvait un peu ingrat mais qui provoquait l’amour fou chez plus d’un homme. Angela lui laça fortement le corset qui faisait encore plus ressortir sa poitrine et l’accompagna au salon. Bernard et Vincent devisaient gaiement et sifflèrent d’admiration en voyant les deux femmes. « Vous êtes superbe ! »

Angela n’avait toujours pas dit un mot et n’avait fait que mettre mister doigt devant la bouche à chaque tentative de dialogue de Virginie. Elle s’asseya instantanément aux pieds de Bernard qui lui caressa doucement la tête avant d’accrocher une laisse au collier qu’elle portant. Il dit alors durement à Virginie : « Aux pieds de Vincent, qu’il vous mette aussi votre collier. Fascinée, elle s’approcha du grand canapé noir où Vincent était assis. Il lui mit alors un collier en métal qu’il ferma avec une petite vis. Puis le relia à une laisse en cuit et lui dit de se mettre à genoux à côté de lui.
La conversation continua entre les deux hommes. Ils buvaient tranquillement sans sembler faire attention à elles. Le temps commençait à sembler long à Virginie. Angela ne bougeait pas. Enfin Bernard leur dit de se mettre à quatre pattes. « Regardez Vincent comme elle mouille ». Bernard avait introduit mister index dans le sexe d’Angela. Face à Virginie elle semblait déjà jouir. Vincent en fit autant avec elle et elle en fut également ravie. « Elle mouille moins, dit Vincent.
- C’est parce qu’elle n’est pas encore dressée », répondit Bernard. « Nous allons nous en occuper ? Vous êtes d’accord Virginie.
Pratiquement nue, à quatre pattes devant ces deux hommes, elle ne savait que répondre.
« Je vous préviens Virginie qu’une acceptation vaut pour toute cette nuit. Nous ferons de vous ce que nous voulons. Vos orifices seront livrés à qui nous le voudront et vos tentatives de rébellion sévèrement châtiées. Alors Virginie ? » Bernard la subjuguait encore plus que Vincent. Elle sentait mister sexe couler littéralement d’excitation. Elle s’entendit dire : « Je ferai ce que vous voudrez.
- A qui parlez-vous ?, demanda Bernard
- A vous.
- On dit maître alors ? Répétez : « Je ferai ce que vous voudrez, maître »
- Je ferai ce que vous voudrez…maître.
- Bien. Mettez vous toutes les deux à quatre pattes sur ce canapé que nous inspections vos orifices. »
Les deux femmes se mirent donc cote à cote sur le canapé en cuir. Les deux hommes entreprirent de pénétrer leurs sexes, leur anus, faisant moult commentaires sur leur texture, leur ouverture. « La prochaine fois vous ferez un lavement Virginie », intima Bernard avant d’appeler : « Venez, elles vous attendent. » Virginie se retourna subrepticement, ce qui lui valut un coup de cravache sur la fesse. « On ne se retourne pas », ordonna Bernard. Elle avait quand même put voir entrer les deux hommes de la voiture, nus, leurs sexes imposants en érection. « Je ne baise une femme que bien préparée », précisa Bernard à un Vincent qui semblait tétanisé. Les deux hommes se présentèrent derrière les deux femmes et les enfilèrent d’un seul coup. L’intromission subite de ce gros sexe était indescriptible et Virginie jouit immédiatement. Angela en fit autant à côté d’elle. C’était divin mais les deux hommes ne tardèrent pas à tartiner leurs petits trous d’une crème lubrifiante et s’y attaquèrent. Virginie aimait beaucoup moins mais se toucha vite le clitoris et là aussi l’impression devint vite délicieuse. Les coups de boutoir continuaient, impérieux, le temps semblait dépassé. Les deux hommes jouirent dans leurs préservatifs. A peine se retirèrent ils que Vincent se précipita sur elle et la baisa avec acharnement, jouissant si vite qu’elle s’en rendit à peine compte. Elle était KO. On la rhabilla et elle entendit seulement Bernard lui dire : « La prochaine fois je vous baiserai. Venez avec votre mari… il paraît qu’il est charmant. »

Tiens, les récits en langue de Shakespeare mistert de retour... la suggestion de les publier sur un post différent n'a pas fait tilt...
Merci pour la belle histoire en langue de Molière... bonne continuation.

Mme Girardin et la jeune fille


Mme Girardin avait maintenant 42 ans, elle avait gardé la blondeur de sa jeunesse ainsi qu'une forme quasi parfaite grâce à sa gym quotidienne. Son mari était plus âgé, il en avait 55. Cela faisait maintenant 6 mois, qu'ils étaient installés à Dakar, au Sénégal. Mme Girardin avait du mal à s'habituer à ce pays. Le bruit, la circulation et les petits commerçants la fatiguaient et la rendait nerveuse. Son mari, Albert, travaillait toute la journée, ne rentrant pas tout les soirs pour cause de voyage.

Ainsi Mme Girardin se sentait seule, la chaleur lui donnait souvent des envies. Elle se refusait à se toucher, mister éducation chrétienne le lui interdisait. Mais la sueur coulant sur sa poitrine, ses seins frottant aux tissus de sa robe de nuit lorsqu'elle était couchée la rendait nerveuse. Son mari ne la touchait plus que rarement.
Elle allait de temps en temps se baigner dans la piscine d'un hôtel. L'eau calmait ses ardeurs et la détendait, elle nageait de longues heures, puis se dorait au soleil. Elle voyait parfois des femmes à la poitrine dénudée, se faire bronzer, elle trouvait cela inconvenant. Elle avait toujours eu un complexe avec sa poitrine qu'elle trouvait trop grosse, jamais elle n'aurait mistergé à la dénuder devant d'autres permisternes que mister mari.
Un matin, après avoir nagé dans la piscine pendant 1 heure, elle s'étendit sur un transat après l'avoir recouvert de sa serviette. Elle se mit à lire un roman à l'eau de rose qu'elle avait trouvé chez le boutiquier du coin. Elle en était arrivée à une scène où l'héroïne embrassait amoureusement mister partenaire, commençant à la dénuder. Cette scène fit frémir Mme Girardin. Cela faisait maintenant un mois que mister mari ne l'avait pas touché et elle ressentait, au creux de mister ventre un manque. Elle sentait la pointe de ses seins se dresser, mister sexe s'humidifier.
« .Marc venait de prendre dans sa bouche le sein de Mathilde, la jeune fille se pâmait. »,. Le soleil lui caressait la peau, lui chauffait l'entrecuisse, la laissant dans une moiteur bienfaisante.

Tout d'un coup, elle reçu un ballon gonflable sur mister ventre, elle s'apprêtait à gronder les enfants qui l'avaient déranger dans sa lecture quant une jeune fille apparut. La première chose que Mme Girardin remarqua se fût ses yeux, d'un bleu intense, étincelant qui la fixait. Elle était blonde, pas très grande et la peau d'une teinte dorée. Avec ses petites rondeurs, mister visage poupon, elle ressemblait à une poupée vivante. Son maillot de bain deux pièces assez restreint cachait mal un corps épanoui, des seins pointus et un derrière rebondie.
« Puis je avoir mon ballon » demanda cette jeune fille à Mme Girardin, la regardant droit dans les yeux. Mme Girardin perdait ses moyens devant cette fille arrogante, au sourire mutin. Elle tendit le ballon d'une main tremblante, sans pouvoir sortir un mot.
Consciente de mister effet, cette jeune fille se présenta :
« Bonjour, moi c'est Amandine, cela fait longtemps que vous venez ici ? »
Mme Girardin se trouva d'abord choquée qu'une permisterne en âge d'être sa fille puisse lui adresser la parole d'une façon si peu courtoise. Mais elle resta subjuguée par l'aplomb et le regard bleu acier de cette fille.
« Je viens ici de temps en temps me rafraîchir un peu, lorsque la piscine de notre villa ne me suffit pas » dit-elle d'un ton hautain.
Amandine s'installa sans gène dans le transat voisin et commença à discuter et à raconter sa vie. Mme Girardin ne pouvait s'empêcher de lorgner sur la poitrine d'adolescente d'Amandine, de descendre sur ses jambes aux cuisses pleines qui la faisaient ressembler par certain côté à une petite fille. A cette vue, Mme Girardin senti la pointe de ses seins durcir sous le fin tissus de mister maillot de bain et mister vagin s'humidifier. Jamais elle n'avait ressenti cela pour une fille, sûrement mister manque insatisfait la rendant plus vulnérable aux pensées « interdites » pensa t-elle. Amandine s'en aperçue et s'amusa de mister effet. Tout en parlant, elle regarda les seins de Mme Girardin en souriant, et écarta légèrement les jambes. Mme Girardin put voir le sexe de la jeune fille se dessiner sous mister maillot. Amandine écarta plus largement ses cuisses. Sa fente se dessina nettement. Mme Girardin transpirait et déglutissait avec peine. Elle se rendait bien compte que la jeune fille avait deviné mister état, mais rien ne pouvait détourner mister regard de ce sexe juvénile. Au prix d'un incroyable effort sur sa volonté propre, Mme Girardin, prétextant un rendez-vous, se prépara à partir pour arrêter la torpeur malsaine dans laquelle elle était tombée.
Elle sursauta et frémit lorsqu'Amandine lui touche le bras :
« Ca me ferait tellement plaisir de voire votre piscine, j'adore me baigner, quand est ce que je pourrais venir vous voir. » dit-elle d'un ton qui ne laissait pas de place à une réponse négative.
Mme Girardin resta coi. Amandine la troublait.
« Vous pouvez venir Dimanche après-midi si vous voulez » s'entendit-elle répondre avec surprise. Mme Girardin ne pouvait s'empêcher de désirer revoir Amandine.

Elle repartit de la piscine, quelques instants plus tard, énervé contre elle-même. Le sexe trempé, et la poitrine gonflée à lui faire mal. Arrivée chez elle, elle se changea, et s'allongea sur le lit pour se calmer. Les images de la jeune fille écartant les jambes restaient gravées. Elle ne pouvait les enlever de sa tête. Machinalement, à travers le tissu de mister corsage, Mme Girardin toucha sa poitrine et effleura un mamelon. Ses seins avaient toujours été très sensibles. Elle pouvait se les caresser pendant des heures, attisant le plaisir à la limite de la jouissance. Mais à ce moment, des images plein la tête, mister excitation était à mister paroxysme, la jouissance n'allait pas tarder à l'envahir. Elle dégrafa mister chemisier puis mister soutien gorge et se frotta les mamelons en soupirant devant mister manque de volonté. Ses doigts caressaient les pointes délicatement pour empêcher le plaisir de venir trop vite. Elle soupesait ses seins lourds comme pour les proposer. Mme Girardin se sentait sale de se donner du plaisir ainsi, comme une femme vicieuse et sans vertu. Mais cette honte ne faisait qu'accroître mister plaisir. Elle donna des petites claques à sa poitrine et ne pu s'empêcher de pincer le bout de ses seins, les triturant avec power comme pour se punir d'avoir ces pensées malsaines. Elle haletait en fermant les yeux. L'image du sexe de la jeune fille apparaissait. La douleur insidieuse sur la pointe de ses seins la fit jouir intensément. Elle se cabra sur le lit.

Quelques jours passèrent, Mme Girardin avait tout fait pour oublier cette 'incident', se disant qu'elle renverrait la jeune fille vertement dimanche sous n'importe qu'elle prétexte si jamais celle-ci venait.
Le dimanche arriva, Mme Girardin se leva tôt, se sentant nerveuse. Elle tourna dans la villa, ne sachant quoi faire, préparant ses phrases pour la venue d'Amandine. A 14h00, la jeune fille n'était toujours pas là. Mme Girardin semblait s'impatienter, s'interdisant pourtant de penser à Amandine. Elle avait une robe blanche unie avec des brettelles, des escarpins qui faisait ressortir sa poitrine et ses fesses. Elle ne portait pas de soutien-gorge comme souvent lorsqu'elle restait chez elle seule. Elle s'allongea dans le fauteuil de la terrasse, regardant l'heure à chaque instant.
A 18h00, le carillon misterna, Mme Girardin se précipita sur le portillon, prête à sortir sa phrase : « vous pouvez repartir chez vous, j'attends des invités »
Mais lorsqu'elle vit Amandine sa voix se coupa. La jeune fille était habillée d'une robe à fleur, ses seins apparaissait par transparence et ballottait doucement : elle ne portait pas de soutien-gorge. La robe lui arrivait bien au dessus du genou et lorsqu'Amandine se tourna, après être entré, pour refermer le portillon, Mme Girardin put remarquer l'absence de marque de culotte. Electrifié par cette indécence, elle laissa Amandine rentrer et s'asseoir sur un fauteuil au bord de la piscine.
« Tu ne m'offre pas à boire ? Je vais prendre un coca avec une paille »
« Mme Girardin couru dans sa villa, pour se calmer. Au bout de quelques minutes, ayant repris ses esprits, elle ramena le coca et la paille. Amandine bu lentement en suçant la paille doucement en regardant Mme Girardin d'un air perverse.
«Je suis tombée tout à l'heure de mon vélo. J'ai une douleur au niveau du mollet, pouvez vous regarder si j'ai un bleu ou quelque chose. »
Mme Girardin resta un instant perplexe, incapable de réagir tant la demande lui semblait irréelle.
Amandine lui sourit, la regardant d'un air suppliant de petite fille :
« S'il vous plait !? »
Mme Girardin ne pu résister à la demande et comme un automate se pencha en tremblant de tout mister corps et attrapa la cheville d'Amandine. Celle-ci écarta les jambes sournoisement et Mme Girardin vit apparaître le sexe couvert de quelques poils blond de la jeune de la jeune fille. De voir cette femme bourgeoise à ses pieds, soumise à ses moindres gestes, Amandine sentait l'excitation la gagner
« Je crois que c'est un peu plus haut, peut être au niveau de la cuisse » et Amandine retroussa légèrement sa robe en écartant plus largement ses suisses. Mme Girardin senti la pointe de ses seins durcir sous l'émotion. Elle toucha la cuisse de la jeune fille et plongea mister regard dans mister intimité. Le vagin d'Amandine était humide. La main de cette femme d'allure si prude allait et venait sur la cuisse de la jeune fille. Son esprit ne fonctionnait plus, aimanté par la vue de ce sexe juvénile. La peau était si douce, si chaude. Machinalement, Mme Girardin caressait maintenant le haut de la cuisse et arrivait à l'aine. Elle transpirait d'excitation. Le temps semblait s'être arrêté. Pas un mister ne sortait de la bouche de ces deux femmes. Le silence, lourd, pesant d'une tension dû à l'attente de l'accomplissement du plaisir. Amandine soupira. Le souffle court, Mme Girardin frôla les bords du sexe, n'osant aller plus loin. Ses doigts tremblaient. Amandine avança mister bassin, en quête de plaisir. Le con d'Amandine entra alors franchement en contact avec les doigts de Mme Girardin. D'abord bloqué par la perversité de la situation, sa main recommença à bouger. Elle remonta de mister doigt la fente qui coulait. Le clitoris était sorti de sa gousse, tendu, entouré de mouille. Elle tourna autour du petit membre. Les cuisses d'Amandine tremblaient de plaisir. Tendrement, elle pinça le clitoris. Mme Girardin ne s'appartenait plus, mister sexe était bouillant, ses seins lui faisaient mal. Amandine soupirait de façon saccadée. Cette vieille bourgeoise sait y faire pensa t-elle. Mme Girardin osa un doigt à l'intérieur du vagin de la jeune fille, celui-ci était trempé et ouvert. Elle commença des aller et venus qui faisaient soupirer et gémir Amandine. Puis de mister autre main, cette femme d'air si respectable, titilla le clitoris de la jeune fille. Amandine jouit d'une façon extraordinaire : jamais ses copines, pourtant si vicieuses parfois, ne l'avaient masturbé de cette façon.

Tout d'un coup, Amandine se leva d'un bond.
« Mais que me fais tu, sale gouine !!! »
Mme Girardin était toute rouge.
« Je..je. »
« Tu sais que ça peut te coûter chère de tripoter une jeune fille sans défense.. »
Amandine regardait la bourgeoise droit dans les yeux :
« Tu as intérêt à filer droit si tu veux que je ne dise rien à ton mari ! »

La jeune fille partit en claquant le portail laissant Mme Girardin sans voie et désemparée.

Les jours suivants, Mme Girardin n’arrêta pas de penser à cette fille. Elle repensait à ce qu’elle avait fait. Comment avait elle pu faire ça ? Elle avait l’impression d’avoir fait un rêve, ce ne pouvait pas être la réalité.
Depuis sa rencontre avec Amandine, elle se sentait différente, elle se sentait constamment excitée. Le regard des hommes dans la rue, les frôlements, ses rêves, toutes ses pensées tournaient autour du sexe. « Je vais devenir folle ».
La propriété des Girardin était importante et comme beaucoup d’expatriés au Sénégal, ils avaient du permisternel. Parmi ce permisternel un jardinier d’une vingtaine d’années, bien bâti. Mme Girardin avait plusieurs fois remarqué mister regard sur elle qui la déshabillait. Elle le voyait souvent tourner pas très loin d’elle, comme par hasard, lorsqu’elle était en train de se dorer au soleil près de la piscine en maillot de bain. Le regard de cet homme la troublait profondément et à chaque fois détournait le regard, gênée.

Huit jours après sa rencontre avec Amandine, alors que Mme Girardin, vêtue de sa robe, était tranquillement en train de somnoler sur un transat, la misternerie du portail d’entrée retentie. Le Jardinier vînt lui annoncer qu’une jeune fille « toubab » du nom d’Amandine était là.
Mme Girardin se mis à trembler. Le souvenir de ce qu’elle, dame respectable, avait fait était constamment présent dans ses pensées. Elle voulait oublier, effacer cet épisode, mais cette annonce de la présence d’Amandine la ramena à la réalité, elle n’osait bouger.
« Fais la entrer » murmura-t-elle.
Derrière ses lunettes de soleil qui cachaient ses yeux troublés, Mme Girardin vît apparaître Amandine. Elle était habillée simplement d’un short et d’un t-shirt, toujours sans soutien-gorge, un air de gamine effrontée. Mme Girardin eut du mal à avaler sa salive.
« Toujours en train de se la couler douce, Anne-Sophie… je peux t’appeler Anne-Sophie ? On est intime maintenant, pas vrai ? »
Anne-Sophie Girardin était devenue toute rouge : « oui,…, je,…je … Je suis désolée pour l’autre fois, je ne sais pas ce qui m’a pris, je voudrais qu’on oublie tout cela … tout ce qui s’est passé… »
« Tu rigoles, tu sais que tu m’as donné beaucoup de plaisirs ? On peut dire que tu sais y faire » dit Amandine en promenant sa langue sur ses lèvres.
Le jardinier, non loin, en train de tailler un arbre, resta abasourdi par cette discussion, il n’en revenait pas. Surtout que Madame avait l’air extrêmement gêné, ce qui montrait que la belle « toubab » ne mentait pas. Madame lui jeta un sourire gêné.
« Jean, peux-tu aller devant la maimister tailler les arbres, j’ai à parler avec cette jeune fille »
Amandine la coupa : « Mais non, il peut rester, ça ne gêne pas, n’est ce pas Anne-Sophie ? ».
« Enfin…non…je ne sais pas… » parvint-elle à répondre.
« Ne vous inquiétez pas, Jean, restez, Anne-Sophie est d’accord. »
Mme Girardin ne pu s’empêcher d’approuver, au moins pour faire comme si elle décidait encore…

« Anne-Sophie, tu devrais te mettre en maillot de bain avec ce soleil… allez va vite, on va faire bronzette toutes les deux ».
Mme Girardin était décontenancée par l’audace de cette jeune fille. Mais une torpeur l’envahissait dès qu’elle regardait ses yeux bleus métal qui la transperçaient. Elle ne put s’empêcher d’obéir comme une marionnette.
Elle monta dans sa chambre pour se changer. Deux types de maillots de bain : une pièce ou deux pièces. Mme Girardin avait toujours trouvé le deux pièces très osé. Mais à cet instant, elle n’était plus la même, elle tremblait. C’était une autre permisterne : une femme vicieuse, exhibitionniste, dépendante du sexe… Et puis, elle voulait faire plaisir à Amandine… Elle descendit vers la piscine, le deux-pièces sur elle, comme dans un rêve.
Amandine était déjà installée dans le transat. Celle-ci la regarda arriver d’un air amusé, la détaillant de haut en bas. Son soutien-gorge la serrait un peu, il était un peu trop petit. Vraiment, elle n’aurait jamais dû mettre ce maillot, quelle honte ! se disait-elle. Mme Girardin s’assit sur le transat voisin.
Amandine fixait les seins d’Anne-Sophie Girardin. Celle-ci avait du mal à respirer, ses pointes de seins durcissaient derrière le fin tissu, comme attirées par le regard bleu perçant, et commençaient à lui faire mal tellement ils étaient gonflés.