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Then abruptly, I felt a warm creamy flow deep inside my rectum and then the spasms of his penis as it spurted his cum into my arse. His weight came down on my back as his upper body hung over mine while his penis spasmed in my arse.

Then he was still with only little pulses coming from his deflating penis. When his erection had gone down enough for him to slide it out of me, he did so and my body fell flat down on the bed, the pillow that had been beneath me long removed. His body dropped down alongside mine and I felt his now soft penis lounging on one of my arse cheeks, still dribbling remnants of his cum onto my naked skin.

We slept, totally at peace.

When I woke, it was almost 11am and I was hot and ready for some action deep where it would bring me most pleasure. I peeped around at the still ********** young man beside me, debating whether to wake him. I didn't and instead went to the bathroom to take a pee. By the time that I returned to my bedroom, Kurt was awake, a pillow propped behind his head. His eyes scrutinised my 42-year-old body as I self-consciously slipped back onto the bed as sensually as I could.

"I think I'm ready for more," he informed me, one hand grasping his penis and slapping it against his bare thigh. It was a typical Kurt comment, announcing what he wanted, not what a horny mature woman like me wanted to hear, like 'How about we do it again?'

It was too much for me to expect consideration and bedroom manners together with a handsome buffed young body and great sexual techniques. I gave up on his being compassionate and decided to settle for more mind-blowing sex.

He did indeed seem to be ready for more as I watched that penis respond to his handling of it, reaching half erection in no time at all. Kurt reached for me ... I needed to speak up now or we would quickly be into it and I could risk an infection. His penis had been inside my arse and could be carrying faecal matter. I didn't want that in my vagina.

I escaped his grasping arms, rolling off the bed just out of his reach "Come on Kurt, it's time for a shower."

"No babe, only when we finish, eh!"

"No Kurt honey, right now, let's get your penis all squeaky clean. Don't forget you had it in my arse."

My words distracted him and he broke into a broad smile, a rarity for the normally sullen and brooding young man. "Yeah!" he mouthed enthusiastically, his obvious enjoyment of our first anal sex reflected on his face.

I took his hand and managed to drag him into the bathroom. I turned the shower on and when my outstretched hand told me the water temperature was just right, I stepped into the shower stall and he followed right behind me.

Everything between us was new and I enjoyed being the mature supposedly experienced woman being led along by the horny adventurous young man, trying new things that occurred at his whim.

The tumbling water from the shower cascaded over our two bodies. He pushed me face forward to the wall, placing my open hands over my head flat against the tiles. Then his hands played everywhere, soaping, stroking, fondling, caressing and inserting. 'Was that only his fingers, or was that his hard... oh my God!'

Now my face was flattened against the wall tiles too, turned to one side, feeling his fingers pushing and probing everywhere, all over. I felt pulsing, it was exciting. I spread my feet further apart, willing his fingers to probe me deeper and more intimately.

Then his hands were on my shoulders, spinning me around, my back now against the wall tiles, my eyes looking up into his dark brooding eyes, a day or two's growth of whiskers across his chin and above his lip. The top lip sort of curled in an insolent sneer while his wet soapy fingers once more found their way to my magic button, re-establishing the pulsing from deep inside my body.

I craved a kiss from him and I brought my whole head forward, my mouth already open, seeking contact with his lips. But he twisted his mouth away from mine just as I thought that a kiss was imminent. And then the fingers ... his fingers ... became even more insistent and his mouth that evaded mine at least found one of my hardened nipples and he sucked on it greedily. It was the final trigger and I came strongly, my pulsing pubic mound humping enthusiastically on his expert fingers.

My body began to sag, slipping down the wet wall as an orgasm washed over me. Kurt's hands caught me on my downward slide and he pulled my body to his, my spread thighs and the pouch above conveniently slotting over his extended erection.

I wanted him to carry me back to my bed and lay me down there to willingly accept whatever he would do with me. But our bodies were both wet from the shower, and I knew that stopping to dry our bodies would restore reality. It did, although he dried me quickly before I took the towel from him to dry his body too.

"Let's have a swim," came his surprise suggestion.

"What, now?" was my astonished reply.

"Yes, just as we are."

"But it's outside, I couldn't be naked out there." I looked him up and down, noting the hardness of his penis, "And not with someone other than my husband."

"What's wrong, you have privacy out there, the neighbours can't see in, can they?"

"Err, I guess not," I had to concede.

"Then it's settled, come on," and this time it was he dragging me and we headed out the back door to the in-ground swimming pool where my *** and his friends had partied only just over a week ago.

Kurt let my hand go and immediately dived in, surfacing and rolling over onto his back, his erect penis looking like a periscope on a submarine. "Come on Mrs Bradley, the water's warm."

I hesitated for only a moment before I too dived head first into the water. I evaded his reaching arms and managed two laps before he repositioned himself and I could not avoid swimming into his arms. It was what I wanted anyway ... I needed to feel his strong young arms holding me, to have my vagina close over that tempting hard-on and let him now use my body to derive his ultimate pleasure.

Kurt pushed me back against the pool wall and I lifted my bare arms and rested them along the pool edge on either side of my head. Only my head, shoulders and arms were in contact with the pool surface. The rest of my body floated in the warm pool water, the surface lapping under my chin.

We were in a part of the pool where he could stand and he slipped his body in between my floating thighs. I felt him stroking that hard-on against my clitoris and then testing the opening of my vagina, sliding the head in between the parted labial lips.

A gentle push, then another and he was inside me, just where I wanted him to be. It felt so good as Kurt began to thrust ever so slowly and gently, building up an easy going rhythm that I guessed we could maintain for maybe an hour ... the way my body was just floating there in the water – and provided he could hang on that long.

Minutes went by, but we weren't counting them. I heard a sound from somewhere behind me. It took a moment to register what it was, so ******* was I by the surroundings, by the ambience and by the carnal intentions of this virile young man.

When the sound did at last register, I spun my head around quickly, "God Kurt, what was that? Is that the side gate?" I was in a panic, who was entering my backyard ... my husband, my ***? It would be devastating for me if it was either.

My eyes, that had been closed in my reverie, quickly refocused, there was somebody there, coming from the side gate toward the pool where Kurt and I remained seductively joined. As I managed to identify the visitor, I realised it was the best possible option, "Oh Jeremy, goodness me, you gave me a start. What on earth are you doing here?"

"Hello Mrs Bradley, I heard there was another party at your place."

"Sorry Jeremy, this one's a private party, and we did start without you," I told him, my eyes returning to study the face of the young man whose pelvis gently thrust his hard penis into my accepting body, stirring up swirling waves of water around us.

But the sound of a female voice startled me just as much as the closing of the side gate had. "Wow Mrs Bradley, you ... and Kurt ... and he's inside you ... you're actually fucking Kurt!"

My head spun once more and I could now see young Georgia, the new girlfriend of Jeremy peeping around from behind his back, the two of them now standing on the pool edge, right above Kurt and my fornicating bodies.

Jeremy corrected his new girlfriend, "No sweetheart, he's fucking her ... she's not fucking him."

"Does it really matter who's doing the fucking, Jeremy," countered Georgia, "the thing is he's got his cock inside her, and she's as old as his ******."

That hurt, I cringed, she was right, what was I doing here with these young people? I was old enough to be the ****** of any of them ... but worse still, I was the ****** of one of their best friends. Now it seemed that Georgia had been included in the loop, increasing the possibility of my illicit relationship with Kurt and Jeremy being exposed.

I had felt such intimacy with Georgia only 8 days ago when her head lolled in my lap while Jeremy drove his massive organ into her vagina. But now – here on my property – she represented a massive threat to maintaining the secrecy of my illicit affair with Kurt. Did she also know that I had taken Jeremy as well?

Jeremy and Georgia now stood above Kurt and I, watching the aloof young man's smooth rhythmic thrusting into me. I wanted to be out of there ... to push him away from me, to have his penis pull out so I could climb out of the pool and go hide in my bedroom. Having witnesses to my carnal coupling with Kurt brought me embarrassment, yet as much as I wanted to, I couldn't stop Kurt fucking me right now. Not when it was feeling so good. The unusual surroundings of the water seemed to stop my body from responding the way I had previously with Kurt. But now it was there, and I once again craved release.

I took one arm off the pool edge, managing to balance my floating body on the other arm and on the back of my neck. I reached a hand out and curled my fingers around Kurt's neck as he stood there in the water, his body between my spread thighs. His upper body was well away from mine because my body lay at a 45 degree angle away from the pool edge, my legs locked around Kurt's hips, my feet somewhere behind his arse.

I heard myself whimper from the intense feelings his thrusting penis was creating inside me. Jeremy and Georgia and Kurt must have heard it too. My eyes were fluttering, opening and closing from the sexual emotion ... but I managed to see Georgia reach around Jeremy and slip her hand into the elasticised waistband of his shorts.

In spite of my own arousal, I still managed to wonder how big Jeremy's penis would be when Georgia's hand grasped it. Had witnessing his friend screwing me brought out that massive erection again.

I saw a lot of activity happening in the front of Jeremy's shorts as Georgia's hand played with his hard-on. I wanted to keep watching, I wanted to implore her to get it out, to expose this young man's amazing credentials. But the imminent onset of my own orgasm caused my eyes to close, to shut out any distractions, as arousing as they may be. I just gave myself wholeheartedly to young Kurt who had masterfully brought me to an exciting peak.

I used the hand that held Kurt around the neck to pull me off the wall, wrapping both my hands around him and hanging on, my head floating on the now choppy surface of the water. My lower body was out of control, humping my hips on his still thrusting penis as I came heavily and loudly.

When I could at last open my eyes and focus my vision, I saw that Jeremy's shorts were now down around his ankles. Georgia had got down on her haunches in front of her new boyfriend and was joyfully sucking on the head of that giant penis, the only part of it that she could manage to squeeze inside her mouth.

Kurt pulled his penis from inside me and guided me toward the steps of the pool. I stumbled up them, picked up a towel, dabbing the surface water off me and then collapsed onto a poolside banana chair where I would lay undisturbed, listening to the sounds of Georgia gobbling Jeremy's penis nearby until I heard him cum loudly. I managed to open my eyes briefly and peer through squinted lids to see young Jeremy cum into Georgia's mouth.

Everything quietened down after that. I didn't know where Kurt had disappeared to, but I needed a rest anyway. I lay naked on the banana lounge in the early afternoon sunshine, reflecting on the pleasures that Kurt had so far delivered me today. The soft feather-like touch of fingers traced on the inside of my upper thighs and I murmured my appreciation without even opening my eyes to ***** in the sight of the moody Kurt. Surly and arrogant he may be, but his sexual technique was great.

Lips replaced the fingers, edging higher, closer to my pubic mound. Something made me open my eyes, was it the smooth skin of the chin and cheeks of the kisser that didn't feel like Kurt. I recoiled in shock, I was looking down on the permed hair of Georgia, who by now was kneeling at the bottom of the banana lounge, bent over with her face between my upper thighs.

"Georgia, no ... what are you doing? I've never ... no, this is not right ... I'm not like that ... oh God!" As I tried to voice my reluctance, her head shifted higher and her lips touched my outer labia and her tongue swiped my inner lips. "Oh God, no ... no!"

But while my words were uttered to repel her intentions, my body was telling her something else, my thighs spreading and legs drawing up, raising my knees to spread my bits more for her oral attention. Beyond the hunched over body of Georgia who lapped at my pubis, I could see both Jeremy and Kurt, their erections in their hands, each lightly stroking. From where they were standing, they would be able to see the nakedness of Georgia from behind. Bent over as she was, they could see both her arse and her pubes, spread and clinically exposed. And they could watch Georgia's intimate oral assault on me at the same time.

Should I stop this? I wanted to ... after all, I had never been interested in kissing or loving women before. I wasn't a lesbian and I wasn't bi-sexual ... yet I couldn't seem to make my hands reach down there to take a hold of her head and push it from between my thighs. And the longer this went on, the better it felt. Now it became a matter of not wanting to offend young Georgia.

It was feeling good ... so good. Was this an impulsive move on her part, or had she done this to other females? Seeing the sniggering faces of the two guys, I wondered had they put her up to this?

Now her tongue was concentrating solely on my clitoris. As good as it had been to have guys – at least two husbands and Kurt – go down on me before, I was beginning to think that nobody understands how to do this better than another female. Her tongue swirled around in all the right spots and she seemed to know just how much pressure to use and when to back off to keep me on a high. I felt my thighs starting to tremble, the powerful feelings rolling from deep within me. I would cum anytime now. I was a bit embarrassed, cumming like this, my thighs wantonly spread while another woman pressed her mouth between them, eating me, bringing me to orgasm, and two young men watched avidly while stroking their penises. Was this really me – a mature woman who had reached this level of sexual freedom?

I came powerfully and my hips humped up and down on the banana chair, while Georgia kept her face wedged into my vee, holding my throbbing clit between her lips.

No doubt about it, I felt good, but I didn't get long to luxuriate in my umpteenth cumming this day. I felt Georgia move away, but that was only temporary. I opened my eyes to see her standing above my head, now at the top end of the recliner, her legs straddling the lounge on which I lay. Then she began to lower her body, to sit right down over my face. My God, she expected reciprocal attention. This would test me, could I really do this? It was one thing to have another woman lick me down there ... I was so hetero that I could always pretend it was a man doing it. But this ... looking up into the pouch of another female's genitalia, all exposed there in front of me.

Was I up to this? Could I bring her the intense pleasure she had just produced in me? Georgia squatted over me, I had this weird thought that she was in a peeing position. Her thighs shook a little, I didn't think that she would be able to hold this squat for long ... particularly when I began to lick her, which is obviously what she was expecting of me.

"Hold on, hold on!" it was Jeremy's voice, he was taking charge. "That banana chair is never going to hold you two, why don't you get more comfortable?"

My **** best friend loomed up alongside us, a towel in hand, "Here Georgia, come over here, on the grass." He looked back at me, still laying there naked, "You too, Mrs Bradley."

By the time I lifted my still throbbing body up off the banana chair, Jeremy had thrown the towel down onto the grass and guided his new girlfriend down onto her back on it. I walked over to them, Georgia lay there, her knees raised and parted, an eager look of expectation on her young pretty face. There was no getting out of this, she wanted mutual satisfaction and I was about to become intimate with another woman for the first time in my life.

I knelt down between her spread thighs and closed up on her exposed pussy. I took one long look up at her smiling face, wondering if she was familiar with this. Had she done this with other girls in school? Then I lowered my face into her crotch, my tongue sliding out and I licked ... just once and her body almost lifted up off the towel. She was going to be a willing subject.

"Okay Kurt, you see where you can join in," I heard Jeremy instructing, becoming the director of this little sexual tryst. I was on my knees, my attention drawn to the succulent pussy of Georgia laid out before my eyes. I felt hands on my hips from behind me, felt my knees being ****** to spread more. Then I felt a penis nudging within my still quite wet pussy, immediately zeroing in on the opening to my vagina. By the size of the male object, I knew it was Kurt, not Jeremy and his king size one.

He thrust himself inside me in almost one smooth fluid motion, filling me up sweetly and immediately began to slot into a handy rhythm of hard driving strokes. It felt good, even encouraging me in my licking and sucking of Georgia's clit. I didn't know how Kurt could be up for it again so soon, even for one so young and virile. Almost like he was reading my mind, Kurt informed me as he thrust hard into me, "I didn't cum with you in the pool, I so need this now."

Okay, that's alright then, I understand perfectly. Go for it, young man. It was the nice satisfying threesome to end this day of sexual freedom. Georgia came first, obviously so turned on by my expert tongue-play. I wasn't far behind, and then Kurt slotted his penis deep inside me and I felt his violent spasms delivering his cum into my body.

The three of us ended up lying entwined on the grass, Georgia and I with our bodies mashed together, our arms around each other, while Kurt lay up against my back, his now wet floppy still leaking cum onto my butt cheeks. He sounded like he was asleep. I looked around, Jeremy seemed to have disappeared into the house.

I felt that I needed to say something – anything - to Georgia after she had become my first female lover. "Honey, I just want to tell you that was so nice, thank you for making me feel good, and then letting me do you. I don't know if you do that a lot, or if I measured up to your expectations, but I just wanted to say..."

She stopped my awkward speech by kissing me on the lips, "Shush! Not necessary, Mrs Bradley, we just did something that felt nice."

"Oh God," I tried to continue, "I am so embarrassed that now you too know about me having sex with the boys."

Whoops! She pulled back to look at me and I wondered if maybe Jeremy had not admitted that he had had me too, particularly since he was now her boyfriend. But if so, she didn't say anything. However, her next revelation stunned me, "You shouldn't worry about doing it with Kurt, after all, your Adam has been doing it with Jeremy's mum ... for months, I understand."

"What?" I shrieked, startling her, "Adam and my best friend, Janice. Oh my God, how could he, that's so wrong."

"But Mrs Bradley, isn't that what you've been doing with Kurt?"

My hypocrisy was huge, I was so shocked that my boy would be in a sexual relationship with the ****** of his best friend, and yet that is exactly what I had been doing ... although maybe to qualify it, Kurt wasn't actually Adam's best friend.

She peeped around to see where Jeremy was, then whispered, "But don't let on that you know ... Adam told me so I don't know whether Jeremy actually knows."

I promised that I wouldn't say anything, but as we all cleaned up, and I said goodbye to my young friends, I didn't know how long I could keep this news to myself. I was already furious at Janice.

I was awake half the night, stressing over Georgia's revelation to me that my very own ***, Adam was having sex with his best mate's mum, just the same way that I had been having sex with Adam's best mates, Kurt and Jeremy.

At the dawn, I reached the conclusion that I would have to ***** a confrontation. I couldn't allow this to continue, even if it meant that my relationship with the boys would come out. I was just so offended that Janice – a mature woman - could allow this to happen, that she could seduce my precious *** in such a way. My God, could I hear myself? I had done exactly the same thing. It all must stop now. Terry left for work at 8 and at 5 past, I called Janice, "Hi, it's me, we need to talk about some stuff that's been going on. I think maybe that Jeremy should be involved too, is he there? Are you both free this morning?"

"Err, yeah I guess so, yes he's around ... but I'll need about an hour though. I haven't put my face on yet, can't leave the house without looking my best."

'Yes, I'll bet you do, especially if you're likely to see your lover – my *** - when you get here,' I thought, steeling myself for the confrontation that I now believed was inevitable. "Okay, then about nine, is that good for you both?"

"Yeah Barbara, that's fine. God, you've got me intrigued now, what on earth is so important?"

"We'll save it till then, see you!" I told her abruptly, hanging up the phone.

I was still in my negligee, but I had slipped a light gown over it. I hurried around the house, picking up a few things, making it tidy. Adam had been up late and left a few empty beer bottles and a snack plate around. I picked up his shoes and socks and a tee that he had been wearing and took it into his room.

I was tempted to drop the shoes loudly, to wake him up. I was just so annoyed at the revelation that he and Janice were getting it off. Placing the shoes on the floor beside his bed, I saw that he was still ******** soundly – on his back, the sheet had fallen to the floor. He didn't wear pj's, hadn't since his teenage years. He usually just wore a pair of boxers.

As my head rose beside my ***'s bed after placing the shoes down quietly, I looked across his body and my gaze was drawn to his penis - it was standing impressively erect, straight up, a solid core of male power. My God, it looked so good that I just stood frozen to the spot, admiring it. To think this handsome – and obviously virile – young man had come from my body twenty years ago. Just look at him now, pleasing Georgia and Janice with this impressive penis.

Terry and I had had him circumcised. Looking at it now, I was glad that we had. It looked so perfect, so smooth, the skin shiny and taut, the ridge behind the head revealed no indication that the skin had once been cut there all those years ago. I bent over to peep closer at it, a little embarrassed that I was perving so blatantly at my own ***'s penis.

It's just that I had become somewhat obsessed with the male organ of late, and was considering myself something of an expert. There had always been Terry's in my life, and of course my first husband. I knew the shape and texture of those like the back of my hand. But lately, I had added Jeremy's and Kurt's penises. Goodness me, is that word right, or should a multiple be called penisi?

How had he become so big in his *****? What was he dreaming of? My God, there was a clear drop of pre-cum oozing from the tiny eye of his penis. Before I could stop myself, I reached out a finger and swiped across the rigid head, scooping up the clear drop on the pad of my finger and bringing it to my lips. There was no taste, but I relished it and imagined there was. I thought that it should taste like honey.

I had dragged my finger across the tip of his erection quite firmly in my pursuit of that drop of nectar and it caused his hard-on to wobble back and forth a couple of times. I held my breath, hoping that he wouldn't wake, but the breathing went on ... slightly heavy breathing, I thought.

His hand moved, but he seemed to be still asleep. It shifted down his body and, would you believe, he grasped the hard core of his erection and pumped it a couple of times. It seemed to angle towards me. My God, is he offering it to me? My eyes tore themselves away from this hard penis. I stared at his face, his eyes, expecting to detect that he might be waking. But the steady sound of his breathing just droned on ... he was definitely still asleep.

I don't know what possessed me, why I would do such a thing, take such a risk. I can only think that this obsession I had developed about the male penis drove me to it. But I leaned forward and placed two hands so softly on the bed, supporting my upper body as my head lowered to just above the tip of his vertical erection.

My tongue snaked from between my now very wet lips – I had been salivating at the sight of his penis – and I stroked my tongue across the tip of his hard-on. It wobbled once more from the pressure of my licking stroke, but its solid rigidity brought it right back to the 45 degree angle at which it rose from his body.

My eyes shot up to check for any reaction on his face. There was none, not a flicker. I don't know why, but I tried again. My tongue swirled across the head of his penis and I checked for vital signs again. Sound asleep!

What was it, did I have some sort of death wish? Did I actually want him to wake and find his ****** sucking on his hard penis, giving him a blow job? A blow job ... now there's an idea! My God, what had I become? I pursed my lips into an oval shape and slipped them quite firmly over the whole head of his penis, locking the lips around the ridge behind the head. His heavy breathing seemed to falter slightly and I heard a positive murmur escape from his mouth.

I eased further forward, bringing my knees onto the bed so that now I knelt alongside my ***'s hips, my head bent over with the head of his penis in my mouth. Emboldened, I pushed my mouth down, inch by inch swallowing in his shaft until the head touched the back of my throat and I could feel his wiry short hairs against my lips.

His breathing stuttered again and that hand that had momentarily pumped his erection just before I started, landed on my head like it was holding me there. I peeped up his firm body, toward his face, but there was still no recognition, nothing to suggest that he was awake.

I sucked my mouth firmly all the way back up the shaft, and his whole body shuddered and his hips thrust upward, like he was trying to reconnect his hard penis back into the mouth that was withdrawing his erection from it. But just as my lips reached the top, holding only the head just inside my mouth, I plunged my mouth back down his shaft, faster and firmer this time.

"Uummmm!" he murmured and his hand gripped the top of my head so firmly, I could not lift up again even if I wanted to. I held just about all of his shaft within my warm wet mouth. "Oh Georgia," he mumbled, "you're getting so much better at that."

My God, it had to happen, what was I thinking? He was definitely awake now, although in his dreamy *****, he thought it was Georgia. My God, why would he think it was Jeremy's new girlfriend? Was this girl getting around with everybody? And what on earth would be his reaction ... to see that the woman who held his penis in her mouth was his own ******?

I peeped up, he still hadn't opened his eyes. He probably still thought it was Georgia ... but why? I couldn't get away now, I had come this far ... my *** held my head firmly over his hard erection while I sucked on it. I had heard of ******, but had never thought that I would be involved in it. But I was, and I had come this far through my new-found obsession with the male penis. Better finish what I had started, whatever the cost.

I pulled my mouth back up his shaft and Adam relaxed his grip on my head enough to let me bring my gripping lips back up until only the head remained inside my mouth. Then I applied my tongue and I went to work on that sensitive bit of skin on the underside just below the head.

"Oh yeah, Georgia babe, where did you learn to do that? Have you been practising?" He was humping his hips up at me, only ever so slightly, just enough to start a rhythm going. I helped by really working my tongue on that soft sensitive underside while maintaining the clamp of my lips over the head of his penis. I didn't know how much control he might have, but I was determined that when he came, his cum was going nowhere else but down my throat.

Now my head was bobbing too, taking him in, sucking, licking. I even added my hand around the bottom of hi shaft and used the fingers on my other hand to gently fondle and stroke his balls that were now becoming taut from his arousal. I figured it wouldn't be long ... confirmed by listening to his breathing that was loud and faster. He – my *** Adam – was reaching a peak.

"Oh my God, mum, what are you doing?" he screamed out at the top of his voice just as I felt his penis spasm violently and felt the surge of his cum splash against the back of my throat. I clamped my lips so firmly halfway down his shaft and allowed his spasming penis to thrust one discharge after another to the back of my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed again and again as each hard spasm delivered more of his cum.

He had obviously opened his eyes right at the moment of release and was stunned to see that it wasn't Jeremy's new girlfriend Georgia, but his loving ****** that was bringing such carnal delights to his body. He had said nothing more as the euphoria of his orgasm had totally consumed him, but I worried now about his next reaction.

When I felt that no more cum was going to eject from his tip, I used my tongue to lick away any whitish residue and pulled my mouth from off his penis. I licked my own lips while looking up along his body, waiting for some reaction. There was none, his eyes were closed. I slid my still nightwear clothed body up alongside his, bringing my face up next to his face.

"Adam," I said tentatively, feeling so contrite, "Adam, I'm so sorry, I just lost myself, I can't explain, but I came in and saw you lying there, all exposed, your penis was up, rampant. Adam, I'm so sorry, but I just had to do that. I know you think it's wrong, but I've just become so confused lately. Please forgive me!"

He turned his head toward me, "Mum, that was the best damn blow job I've ever had. A guy doesn't expect a mum to be good at doing that. I must admit it's quite a shock, to wake up and find your own mum sucking your cock. I suppose I should be shocked ... and I guess I was. But whatever your rea*** for wanting to do it, I have to tell you that it felt great! But mum, I don't think it should become a habit."

I was so relieved, the full ramification of what I had done didn't hit me until he called out to me in shock just as his cum hit the roof of my mouth. Those next few minutes while he came down from it were the toughest I've ever been through – other than maybe having Jeremy squeeze that mammoth penis of his into me.

"Adam, I don't know if this is the right moment to say this, but I have to say something. Georgia told me about you and Janice. I have to say that I was shocked about that. I know at this very moment I am not the one to be taking the high moral ground, but I am so disgusted at Janice for seducing a young man like you."

"Mum, what on earth are you talking about?"

"You and Janice, Jeremy's mum, Georgia told me all about it, how you and she have been getting it off for months now."

"What? No way, mum, no way! Georgia's got it all screwed up, I haven't had sex with Janice. ****, I just told her the other day how I would have liked to, how hot I thought Janice was. But hell, she's your age, mum! I know that sounds a bit hypocritical after what you just did for me, but I couldn't see myself banging a woman of 40 something."

"Really?" I gave him a quizzical look, "she was so convincing, she said that you and Janice had been an item for a while."

"So not true, mum ... honest, I swear! Georgia's a bit of a fruitcake, mum, I wouldn't believe anything she says. She and I got it off together, and the next thing, she's on with Jeremy. God, he can have her!"

'And so did I,' I felt like saying, but thought better of it.

At that moment, the moment I found out that my *** Adam had not been having sex with the older woman, Janice, the doorbell rang. Oh my God, it was 9am, that would be Janice with her *** Jeremy in tow, here to hear my accusations about her affair with my ***.

"Who could that be, mum?" asked Adam, giving me a curious look as I lay in my ***'s arms, feeling my whole world crumbling around me.

The End

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The Beginning

"Are you serious, you'd honestly want me to do that to you?"

Katrina sounded shocked but to my surprise, not completely against the idea. "I just think it'd be quite exciting, and you know how that sort of thing really gets me going," I replied.

By 'that sort of thing', I was referring to an ever increasing fantasy of mine to be humiliated by my wife, to have her compare me to another lover, someone who satisfied her more than I ever could and who I was ****** to share her with.

We had been married for 12 years and had often shared fantasies of bringing others into our bed, but more often just lately I had been getting off on Katrina having a permanent lover, who she would fuck regularly and share the details with me when she got home, sliding her used pussy onto my cock as she described what they had done together and how much she had enjoyed his cock filling her up. I had learnt that this was not as rare a fantasy as I had first thought and had even been given a name, 'cuckolding'.

I read stories on the internet about the subject and my fantasy developed to where Katrina would put me into chastity, making me wear a CB 6000 cock cage for weeks at a time, only letting me use my tongue or fingers on her, while getting fucked on a regular basis by her lover and making me clean her of his cum when she got home, covered in love bites and smelling of sex. This was the fantasy that I had just shared with her, although in the heat of the moment I had made one more revelation - that I would love her to make me wear feminine panties over the cage, keeping me in complete orgasm denial as I experienced the feeling of the lace and satin panties against my balls and ass.

Katrina looked at me as she slowly caressed my now softening cock. "I don't know what to think, part of me thinks it could be fun, but another part of me worries why you would want to be denied having actual sex with me; you do still fancy me don't you?"

"Of course I do," I reassured her. Katrina was a knockout, at 34 years old she still looked in her twenties and was forever getting attention from other men, she would often come home from work and tell me how she had been chatted up by male colleagues or clients. I would feel small pangs of jealousy, especially if she admitted that the guy was good looking, but these jealous feelings were overridden by my submissive nature and I would become aroused thinking of my gorgeous wife being hit on by someone else that she found attractive.

I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my iPad, where I found one of the cuckolding and chastity websites that I had been regularly visiting. Opening up a page giving women advice on the benefits of cuckolding their husband and keeping them in chastity, I handed the iPad to Katrina and told her to have a look, while I got out of bed and went for a shower. Returning to the bedroom about 15 minutes later, I found Katrina still surfing the site and after a while she closed the cover and put the iPad back onto the bedside table.

"Well?" I asked, "Did you read it?"

Katrina said she had, but changed the subject quickly. I attempted to reopen the subject but she just told me to let her think about it, that she wanted to give the whole idea some thought. I didn't want to put her off by being too pushy so I dropped the matter and decided I would just wait and see if she brought it back up herself. We had sex most days that week but whenever I went to speak, she would 'shhh' me, her eyes closed as if enjoying her own thoughts.

Nothing further was said on the topic for the next few days and I thought that Katrina had probably dismissed the idea. It wasn't until I got home on the Friday afternoon that Katrina met me at the front door with a wicked smile on her face and handing me a beer, told me to come and sit with her in the lounge.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Katrina reached over and rubbed my thigh as she moved closer to me. My eyes were drawn to her smooth legs as her skirt rode up slightly, feeling myself get aroused in anticipation; I knew the look in her eyes and was certain that she was in a horny mood.

"Remember what we talked about at the weekend, what it was you wanted me to do?"

Of course I did, it had been on my mind almost permanently since!

"Well, I have some surprises for you," she said, her hand moving from my thigh to my groin and rubbing my hardening cock over the material of my trousers.

"You said you wanted me to take a lover, to offer myself to another man? Well all week I've been thinking about it and I think, no, I know I have someone."

My cock was now solid. "Who?" I asked, my mind reeling as to who the man could be. "Do I know him, are you serious?"

"Well, his name is Steve and no, you don't know him, but I did tell you about him a few weeks ago, he was the one who asked me out for a ***** after work. The black guy, remember?"

Now I remembered, Katrina had told me how this Steve guy had hit on her over lunch and even though she had declined, explaining she was married, he had still continued his efforts to seduce her. I had loved hearing about this, it was made even more exciting because he was black, my mind working overtime as I imagined her beautiful pussy being stretched wide by a well hung black guy.

"Okay, I remember now. So how do you know he's up for it; you told him no the last time, didn't you?"

"Because," Katrina replied, a wicked smile on her face, "I'm meeting him in town in about.." checking her watch, "3 hours."

I checked mine, it was 6pm now. I couldn't believe what I had just heard, my heart was racing as I tried to make sense of everything she had just told me. That meant she would be meeting him at 9pm, on a Friday night, in a busy town - and more importantly, a town that would no doubt be filled with people we both knew. I was split between concern at her being seen on the arm of someone else, and arousal at the thought of her being so willing to potentially humiliate me in front of our friends. Damn, even a handful of family members on my side could possibly bump into her too; how could I explain it if asked?

"That's okay isn't it babe?" she asked, her hand squeezing my shaft, which was giving away my true feelings about what she was telling me, "This was what you wanted wasn't it?"

The manner in which she asked this was more teasing than concern for my feelings, and it worked. Despite my misgivings about the timing and location, I could not deny that in 2 minutes Katrina had managed to get me hornier than ever before.

I asked what had happened between them that week and which had led to this meeting being organised; Katrina told me how she had began to flirt with Steve early that week and he had immediately shown interest in her. One thing had led to another and after meeting him for lunch on the Thursday, she had finally agreed to his repeated offers of a *****, though making out to him that it was completely behind my back and the need for discretion. This wasn't exactly reflected in overtly going into town together but he hadn't seemed to care - I suppose he was single anyway and them being compromised would not adversely effect him.

By now I was gagging for release and Katrina knew it. Taking my hand she led me upstairs and told me to go for a shower, she would wait in the bedroom. I wanted her there and then but she just said that I'd had my first surprise, if I wanted the second then to do as I was told.

Back in the bedroom 10 minutes later I found Katrina lying on top of the bed in just a pair of lace underwear and a bra. My cock was still semi erect as my mind had raced in the shower, but the sight of her tanned size 10 body, waiting there just for me, had me spring back to full attention.

Katrina told me drop the towel and to lay on the bed, on my back. She then straddled me and taking hold of my hands, placed them above my head. Before I barely realised what she was doing, she had deftly tied them to the top bedposts. I didn't complain though, I was quite willing to be at her mercy.

She kissed me passionately on the lips, her tongue darting into my mouth and across my lips. Leaning to the side, she whispered in my ear, "I forgot to mention, after the lunch on Thursday Steve tried to kiss me at the table and well, I kissed him back. I hope you don't mind but I couldn't resist, especially when I felt his hand on my thigh, just inches from my pussy."

As she said this she began to kiss down my body and after biting gently on both of my nipples, she worked her way down to my groin and I groaned in pleasure as I felt her tongue flick at the head of my cock, before taking it completely into her mouth. Using her other hand, she caressed my shaven balls (we always kept ourselves shaved down there and Katrina insisted that my body hair was always trimmed short), while she slowly wanked and sucked me off. Every now and then she would stop what she was doing and ask if I minded that later that night she might be doing the same thing to Steve, or tease me by asking if I thought she would even be able to take his cock in her mouth, after what everyone said about how well endowed black men were.

All of this just fed my lust and my hips bucked as probably in the quickest time ever, she managed to bring me to orgasm orally. I desperately wanted to grab her head and ***** it down onto me, but the restraints held tight and as frustrating as it was, the denial heightened my pleasure. My cum rushed through the length of my shaft and at first I thought she was going to swallow it but at the last second, she whipped her head away and I spurted my thick cum all over my own stomach. Katrina sat back on her heels and watched as she kept wanking me, ensuring that every last drop was out of me.

"There, good boy," she said, smiling, "Now for your second surprise."

I had thought that this spectacular blow job was my second surprise but apparently not. Katrina reached down to a bag on the floor and brought out a dark coloured case. I kept watching as she opened it and couldn't believe my eyes when she pulled out the parts of what I recognised as one of the CB design chastity devices.

"I hope this is what you meant," she asked, "I went to the sex shop in town today and bought it for you and trust me, at over £100, you are definitely going to get use out of it."

"Fine by me," I said, still out of breath from my orgasm.

"Did I ask for your agreement?" Katrina said back to me, with mock severity in her voice. "That's why you got the BJ, to make sure your cock was nice and soft to put this on you. I hope you enjoyed your orgasm as I'm not sure when I am going to allow you to have another...I suppose it depends on how good you are for me."

Katrina slipped the holding ring behind my sack and after fitting the spacers, slipped the main cage, made of transparent plastic, over my cock. Ensuring it was a good fit and that my slit was placed correctly at the end so I could still urinate, she took out a tiny brass padlock from the case and secured the device in place.

"No more using the urinals at work or standing up to pee in the house," she pointed out to me, as she tapped the plastic with her nails, "You can look forward to having to pee like a girl from now on and I can look forward to not having to put the toilet seat down every time I use it after you."

I didn't care, looking at restrained cock awoke feelings in me that had been deep inside for years, to have my sexy wife do this to me, on the same day she had revealed to me that she was at long last going to fuck someone else; I felt like I was going to explode with love for her. "I love you Katrina," I said, looking up at her.

"I love you too babe, but don't think you're getting out of this. I'm going to put the key for this in a safe place and you are going to experience what it feels like to be celibate for...how long shall we say to start off with? A week is fair I think."

"As long as you decide honey," I replied, I didn't care at that moment, the feeling of the device on my cock and tight around my balls was heavenly, and as I looked up at my wife, she leant over and kissed me again.

"Now for your last surprise," she said, and after reaching back down to her bag, pulled out a small La Senza bag. She opened it and pulled out a pair of electric pink coloured satin and lace knickers. "I think these should look good on you, I got a bigger size than my own, so they will fit over the cage."

I couldn't believe that she had done so much in just a few days and mentally kicked myself for not bringing up the topic of cuckolding sooner! I lifted my hips and Katrina slid the panties over my legs until they covered me completely, the feeling of the smooth satin and rougher lace causing my cock to twitch uselessly, and a little painfully, in the CB 6000.

"Katrina, they feel perfect," I told her.

"Hmmm, they do look nice actually, better than I imagined," she agreed. "They'll do for now but tomorrow I want you to completely shave your legs and if your a good little cuckold I will maybe buy you some tights or stockings."

Being called a cuckold by her was sensational, it was what I had always wanted and yet, we still had the whole night to get through, it was now less than 2 hours until she would have to go out, leaving me alone and wondering what she was up to. I just couldn't believe how she had embraced this so quickly, though in hindsight it was a pretty good deal for her; a compliant husband and as much cock as she wanted, when she wanted, whether it was mine (if she released me) or someone else's.

Katrina went to untie me, saying that she needed to get get ready now, but then stopped. "One last thing," she said and using her mobile phone, she took two pictures of me, one full length and one a close up of my restrained cock underneath the pink girly panties. "You never know," she giggled, though I had no idea what she meant or why she would need those pictures.

Katrina untied me and I immediately reached up and pulled her to me, whispering,"Thank you" into her ear.

Katrina laughed and just said, "Let's see if you feel as grateful in a weeks time, or even later on when you are sat alone, thinking of me and Steve and unable to touch yourself."

True enough, I realised then it was going to be tough but still this was what I knew I wanted, and that even the denial would ultimately be a pleasure for me, in a twisted way. Katrina told me to get dressed, as she needed time to get ready and I obediently slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and went downstairs, experiencing some discomfort from the CB 6000 but determined to get used to it, to satisfy my new 'mistress'.

I sat downstairs for the next hour as Katrina busied herself in the bedroom. Eventually she called to me and I went up to her. "What do you think?" she asked.

She looked stunning, wearing a summer dress which stopped just above her knee, strappy sandals and with her hair and make up perfect. She done a twirl for me and I gazed adoringly at her perfect figure, suddenly experiencing some jealousy at the knowledge that a stranger would have his hands on her tonight, and probably more.

In keeping with her teasing mood, Katrina lifted up her dress and I saw that she was wearing a pair of panties exactly the same as she had got me and which were under my jeans, just in her own size. "And of course, the matching bra," she said, "I thought you would like that and to know that Steve might get to see me in them tonight, before you even have."

I did indeed like it, the dull pain as my cock tried to stiffen certainly reminded me of the fact. I pulled her close to me and kissed her deeply on the lips. she pushed her groin against me and giggled at the feeling of the hard plastic pushing against her. "Now, you're certain you are up for this?" I asked.

"Of course I am, silly. Why wouldn't I be; I should be asking you the same thing shouldn't I? It's you that has to deal with what might happen tonight, or maybe even every weekend," she added. "Anyway, I need to call a taxi and get going, I don't want to be late."

Kissing me quickly on the lips she went past me and downstairs and called a taxi, surprising me when I heard that she had booked it to take her to one of the most popular bars in the town centre.

"What are we going to do if someone sees you with him?" I asked.

"You should've thought about that before asking me to do this," Katrina laughed, "Not my problem really is it, if any of my friends see me I'll just ask them to keep quiet. The question is, what if any of your friends see us?" Katrina looked at me and added, "Oh I see, maybe that's what you want isn't it? For your friends to see me and to know that I've cuckolded you. If that's the case, I'll make sure we go to all the popular places and that if I see anyone who knows us, that they get an eyeful of me sucking on Steve's tongue!"

She was right, while I had no idea how I would explain this away to anyone who saw her, the thought of it turned me on, there was no doubt about it. It was then that something popped into my mind which I hadn't even considered earlier. "You have got condoms haven't you?"

Katrina was on the pill but with a stranger I thought she should be better safe than sorry. But I didn't expect the response she gave, "Why would I use condoms?" She pulled me close to her again and rubbed my sensitive balls over my jeans. "When I get home later, or maybe tomorrow morning, you are going to be licking me and it wouldn't be any fun if I had used a condom would it? You want to be kept in chastity, wear girly panties, well you can look forward to eating cum like a girl too. You had better just keep your fingers crossed I haven't forgotten to take my pill recently..."

My pain in my groin was unbearable as my cock fought to become erect against the hard plastic of the CB 6000; it was her last comment about getting pregnant which had done it, I had read stories of cuckold husbands whose wives had gotten pregnant by their lovers and found the whole idea extremely erotic, yet had chosen to not to share those thoughts with Katrina as I had thought she might have thought that a bit too over the top. It would seem that I was wrong.

A horn beeped outside the house and leaving me to ponder the matter, Katrina kissed me on the lips, "Wish me luck," she said and disappeared out of the front door.

I watched out of the window as Katrina climbed into the back of the taxi, shifting uncomfortably in the chastity device and wondering what else this weekend would have to bring. Three hours ago I was a normal guy, and here I was, in a cock cage, pink panties and waiting at home while my wife dated a strange black guy.

I knew then that I was the luckiest guy in the world.

Pain & Pleasure

Katrina had been gone now for less than an hour and while I was trying to relax, having a beer to calm my nerves, I had never in all my life been as wound up as I was that evening. My mind was racing with images of what she was doing, where she was and how Steve and her were behaving in public; it wasn't jealousy I was feeling, more so a feeling of helplessness at my inability to relieve my now aching cock, which had been in a state of semi-arousal since before Katrina had left, in so much as the CB 6000 allowed, and a mixture of both concern and excitement at how she or I would handle any questions if she was seen with Steve by anyone we knew.

I sat back on the sofa, thinking about what had led to this evening's events so far. I knew that I wasn't gay, and yet the unrelenting desire to taste another man's cum must mean that I was bisexual? That said, I don't think I had ever seen a guy in the street and found them sexually attractive, but when watching pornographic films I had always wished that I could take the place of the girl who inevitably ended up on her knees at the end of the film, her mouth open and receiving a mouth or face full of thick creamy cum from a well endowed man.

As I thought about these things my cock again began to stir and I had to shift around in the seat to make myself comfortable, I reached into the waistband of my jeans to adjust the device but instead of helping, this just made me feel hornier, especially as my hand felt the smooth satin of the girly panties I was wearing. I was desperate for release, but not being able to do anything about it just made me harder and hurt more, it was like a vicious circle that in truth, I wanted to stay in.

All of a sudden my mobile telephone alerted me that a text message had been received, it was now 10.30pm, Katrina had been gone for over 90 minutes and I hoped it was from her, that she would at least let me know what was going on. It was indeed from her and I opened the message.

'hi cucky am in the irish bar, all goin well, s says hi lol'

'S says hi'? There was no way that meant what I thought it did, that she had told him I was at home waiting for her, but as I thought about it, I found myself hoping that she had, that her and him were maybe talking about how I was so submissive to her that I had agreed to to let her go out into town with him. I sent her a message back straightaway.

'have u told him??? what time will u be home?'

I hoped that she would get back to me just as quickly but I was made to wait for another half an hour before my phone beeped once again; I read the message which didn't answer my questions, but just said she would text me again when she was on the way home, but not to wait up.

An element of uncertainty about the situation began to creep into my mind; I had thought that Katrina would have wanted to keep teasing me, letting me know exactly what was happening between them, but she seemed to have other ideas and was more intent on making me suffer, mentally and by now, physically, at home. The CB 6000 was almost painful now, I realised that it was maybe on too tightly, as my balls were throbbing against the satin panties and yet, strangely, I knew that even if I had the key to the small padlock, I would not have used it; I had asked for this and until such time as I thought there was a significant danger of physical injury, I would endure the pain. Anyway, I didn't have the key and was at a loss as to how I would safely remove it should the situation have turned awry.

I made sure all the curtains were drawn and removed my jeans and socks, sighing at the slight relief this afforded my testicles. Going into the kitchen, dressed in just the panties and a T-shirt, I necked a couple of painkillers, which I washed down with a swig of beer and went back into the front room. As I walked, my cock moved gently up and down within its plastic prison and the feeling of this and the panties against my skin made me look down and have a little smile to myself, despite the accompanying pain, at the same time making a mental note to shave my legs the next day. I settled back onto the sofa, stretched out, my legs apart and channel-surfed the TV, using one hand to operate the remote and another to gently rub my now swollen balls, closing my eyes at the mix of pain and pleasure this offered.

I found myself starting to drift off to *****, with images of my sexy wife draped over this strange black guy in the Irish bar, and as I fell asleep the last image I remembered was that of a couple we both knew walking into the bar and looking over at her and Steve as they kissed passionately at the bar, their tongues probing each others mouths as their bodies pressed hard against each other, in a way that could never be shrugged off as anything but a kiss between two lovers...

I woke to the familiar sound of my mobile, it was just after 2am and I realised that the combination of painkillers and ******* had hit me harder than expected. I checked the display and saw that the message was from Katrina - she would be home in 15 minutes and I was to wait in the bedroom for her. I looked down at myself, the pink panties still covering the chastity device and pulling them to one side, saw that my balls were almost purple in colour and when I touched them, albeit gently, the pain was unbearable.

I slowly got up from the sofa and went upstairs, my mind waking more and coming to terms with what was actually happening. As I brushed my teeth I imagined Katrina kissing Steve goodbye, wondering whether she had left him in town or had they gone anywhere more private? Regardless of the constant throbbing I could feel in my sack, I couldn't wait for her to get back and tell me all about it, hoping that she would at the very least, loosen the ring on the CB 6000; I had realised over the recent years that yes, I was a submissive and yes, I somewhat craved ***********, but not to the extent that I ended up in hospital with irreparable damage. We hadn't even had any ******** yet, both deciding to get established in our careers first, I was certain that Katrina wouldn't want to jeopardise the chance to have ******** with me in the future.

I took off my T-shirt and laid on the bed, again spreading my legs in an attempt to ease the discomfort of my restrained cock and balls. I tentatively touched my sack and even though it hurt like hell, I couldn't resist touching it again. The pain somehow excited me, made me feel like I was experiencing some form of punishment for not being man enough to satisfy my wife, even though I knew that this wasn't in fact the case.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of the front door opening and footsteps on the the stairs. I had dimmed the bedroom light but when Katrina walked in, I could immediately tell that more than kissing had taken place. Her hair was tied back, as if had not had time to straighten it and her make up had pretty much disappeared. Even so, with the flushed look about her, and the obvious flaws in her appearance from when she had left the house hours earlier, I thought she looked perfect and the wicked grin on her face ********** my opinion.

"Hiya babe," she said, "I see you've enjoyed your surprises tonight?"

"Mmmm, I have but babe, I really need you to loosen this, I feel like my balls are dying!" I begged her, "You don't have to take it off, just loosen the spacers."

Katrina looked down at me and I hoped the obvious pain on my face would convince her. Pulling her dress over her head, my pain was momentarily forgotten as I admired her sexy body. "Okay, let me sit down first."

At that, Katrina swung her leg over me, so she was sat almost on my face, facing down my body, the crotch of her underwear just inches above my face. She then reached down and pulled the panties to one side.

"Here you go baby, your treat for letting me go out and enjoy yourself."

As she said this she lowered herself down to my face, so her pussy lips were against my lips. I felt her leaning forward and handling the CB 6000 and in appreciation, despite not knowing what I was about to taste, I used my tongue to probe her pussy. Immediately I noticed two things; how wide open she seemed to feel and a musky, salty taste.

"Mmm," she groaned in pleasure, pushing herself down onto my face. "That's it baby, get in deep, taste Steve's cum."

As she said this she managed to loosen the spacers on the device and my pain was for an instant gone, but then replaced with a burning feeling as the ***** rushed back into my balls.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I gasped but Katrina ignored my outburst and sitting back up, I felt her finger spreading her pussy lips.

"There you go, is that better?" she asked, "That's my part of the deal, now eat me up clean pussy boy, show me how much you like cleaning someone else's cum from your new whore wife."

The pain slowly subsided and I concentrated on pleasuring my wife, sucking eagerly at her pussy, tasting what I presumed was Steve's semen. Clearly, she had decided to put her faith in her contraceptive pill as opposed to condoms. I considered the potential outcome of this and I have to be honest, as I imagined that she might have become pregnant that night, by a black guy, my cock strained again, testing the CB 6000 to the limit as it fought to get erect.

"That's it babe, mmmmm, it felt so good when he came, he went sooooo deep inside me, far more than you ever have," she teased; I could feel her cunt spasming as she pushed the contents out into my mouth.

I felt the cum dripping over my face and onto my lips, licking them straightaway to make sure none of Steve's heavenly juices were wasted. For a non-gay guy, I was definitely enjoying tasting the second hand cum from Katrina's pussy, at that point in time I would've licked her pussy irrespective of what was inside, no matter how much cum or who from.

Katrina was leaning forward again and I felt her tongue around the base of my cock and then around the side of my balls, which were still slightly swollen. The pain had gone by now and their being swollen just made them more sensitive to her. I spread my legs like a cheap slut, wanting to give her as much access to me as possible. I felt Katrina's fingers snake around my sensitive balls, making me gasp and then down to my ass. I tongued her more deeply, lifting my ass to allow her access to me; she rubbed around my tight little hole and then slipped one, then what felt like another, finger into my ass.

She was grinding her sloppy cunt right up against my face now, I was sucking and licking for all I was worth, savouring the taste of cum, hers and his, as it smeared across my mouth. Katrina was moaning in pleasure and as she ******** my ass with her fingers, both inside me now up to her knuckle, I thrust my ass up and down, loving the feeling of fulness.

"Yes, yes, yesss...." she screamed out and without any other warning, slammed herself down onto my face, almost ********** me as she racked with orgasm. I probed my tongue as deep as I could into her, feeling the walls of her pussy clench as she came hard, for what seemed like minutes. She pulled her fingers out of me, my ass closing and a strange yet enjoyable feeling washed over me as she left me empty again. Katrina steadied herself with both hands on the bed as she recovered from her orgasm and then shifted herself until she was lying next to me, on her side.

"Wow, that was fantastic honey," she purred, "I think we have finally got the perfect arrangement," she added, idly playing with my chastity tube, lifting it up and dropping it again, making my balls rise and fall with the movement.

I looked in her eyes and said, "Was he worth the risk?"

"What risk?"

"You know what I mean," I replied, "Not using a condom, what if you get pregnant?"

"Mmm, well, you did say you wanted us to have kids one day," she teased, "Maybe I could show everyone how I've cuckolded you by having a black baby in 9 months?"

I thought she was joking, she laughed as she said it but something about her expression gave me the impression that this was a subject that might come up again. I have to admit though, as she said this, I wasn't disgusted, or put off, in my horny, chastised mind, all I could think about was letting her do whatever she wanted; she was my mistress now and I would let her do anything she wanted, as long as I got the attention like she had just shown me.

Katrina cuddled into me, her hand alternating between stroking my balls and using a finger to rub against my ass - it was both a complete tease and perfect, all at once. I was desperate to cum but knew that it wasn't going to happen tonight; maybe I needed to give her more, or let her do more to me; whatever it took, I knew I would do it...

Seven days had passed since Katrina had come home that Friday evening and had made me eat her cum filled pussy, all the time my cock locked in the CB 6000 and where it had stayed since. I had fallen asleep, eventually, with the taste of Steve's cum coating my tongue and if I'm honest, couldn't wait to taste his, or someone else's, thick spunk from Katrina's pussy again, IF she decided to treat me.

I was finally beginning to get used to the chastity device, Katrina had adjusted it so it was more comfortable, yet still tight enough that there was no chance of me being able to escape from it; I had no idea where she had put the keys so I was completely at her mercy for when I was going to be able to have an orgasm.

When we had got out of bed on the Saturday, Katrina had been like a kid at Christmas, especially when she had found a text message from Steve on her mobile phone, saying how much he had enjoyed their evening together and inviting her out with him the next weekend.

"You don't mind do you babe?" she had asked. "He's suggested that we go away overnight to Manchester, at least that's far enough away that we're unlikely to bump into anyone we know."

Manchester was an hours drive away but it was Katrina's reference to someone we knew that reminded me about the previous night. "Did you see anyone while you were out last night?" I asked.

Katrina played coy, but with a wicked glint in her eye. "Well, I think there might've been a couple of guys there from your work, but I'm not sure whether they saw me." She added, "Then again, I wasn't paying them too much attention so I couldn't really be sure either way."

I was on a week off work so if what she was saying was true, it'd be a while before I found out, although I knew that gossip like that would spread like wildfire around my office so within a week half the building would know. The strange thing was though, while I was nervous as to how I would handle any awkward questions, the thought of people talking about Katrina and how she was maybe having an affair behind my back was a thought that I found quite arousing, albeit just mentally as my cock was unable to get more than semi erect at the best of times.

Unfortunately, the week off had also meant a lot of time alone at home, Katrina out at work and doing god knows what, while I was left frustrated. Still, it was what I wanted and Katrina had over the last few days began to use my chastity for her own ends, having me spend ages licking her pussy in the hope that she would finally relent and allow me some release, but she hadn't so far. I was so confused, I desperately wanted to cum, to feel an orgasm ripping through my body, yet I also loved the fact that I couldn't.

Anyway, despite asking me about going out with Steve, Katrina had every intention of going regardless of what I said and it was tomorrow (Saturday) that she planned on meeting him. Katrina had taken today off work and was upstairs getting ready, having told me we were going into town to get her some new clothes for her 'date'.

She came downstairs looking gorgeous as always; she had also picked out my clothes, making me dress up slightly more than usual as I was to buy her lunch out. Even so, my CB 6000 was securely in place, covered in a pair of pink lace panties underneath my jeans, which I had deliberately chosen as they were a slightly looser fit.

"You look gorgeous," I told her, "Good enough to eat."

"You will be later, don't you worry," Katrina replied, "Seeing as you've been a good cucky this week I'll maybe let you buy something to wear tonight, as a treat seeing as you'll be alone tomorrow."

I wondered what she had in mind, though was pretty sure she didn't have anything manly in mind. We headed out and spent the day touring female clothes and underwear shops. I was paranoid that my device was noticeable under my jeans but Katrina said it just looked like I had a big cock tucked in there. I wished!

Katrina was constantly teasing me, putting sexy clothes up to herself and asking if Steve would like her in it; I was fairly certain whatever clothes she bought wouldn't be on her too long anyway. I said this to Katrina but she corrected me. "Oh no, not at all dear hubby, I intend to spend the weekend with Steve as if he was my husband, we're going to go shopping, have dinner etcetera. I want to let people look at us and think we're a real couple."

I thought about this for a second and could feel my cock stirring, imagining them holding hands as they walked around the shops. What if Katrina started to have feelings for him more than just sex, what if they fell in love? Would she stay with me?

Katrina seemed to guess what was going through my mind. "Don't worry, it's you I love, this is all for us," she reassured me, "Though I'm sure I can keep two men in my life happy, aren't you?"

"Come on, here we are, time for your treat." Katrina pulled me towards La Senza and went straight over to a display of bright pink satin panties, bras and camisoles. She grabbed my hand and made me touch the material, "Like?"

I definitely did, I loved the feel of the satin and imagined how it would feel over my new hairless body (Katrina had made me shave and Immac all my body hair earlier in the week). I wasn't prepared for what she done next though; holding up a size 14 camisole to me, she said loud enough for most of the shop to hear, "That'd fit you just lovely!"

I looked around, my face going red as other customers looked over at me. Katrina just giggled and grabbing a pair of panties and bra in the same colour and suitable sizes, went to the cash desk. I followed, eyes on me from the other customers and the *********** was exquisite - I wondered what exactly they were thinking, whether they believed Katrina or just thought she was messing about. The assistant rang up the items and Katrina looked over at me when she asked for payment, pulling out her purse and again saying louder than necessary, "My treat."

Katrina handed me the brightly coloured bag and led me out of the shop, a big smile on her face, knowing how much she had just humiliated me. As we walked out she asked me if I'd enjoyed that, I said that I had. Two hours later we were on our way home and I couldn't wait till later, praying on one hand that she would release me from the device but on the other, imagining being dressed in my new underwear, serving her pussy like a good chastised slave, cleaning her before she was ******** by black cock the following day.

Having got home from my very humiliating shopping trip, things had progressed quickly. Katrina had teased me all the way home in the car, making comments like, "I'm gonna fuck you tonight like the slut you are," and, "Come on admit it, you want to be my bitch, don't you?"

I was embarrassed to answer but my caged cock twitched at the thought and was becoming both sore and aroused at what was to come, but at the same time I was quite nervous.

Once in the house, Katrina told me to go for a shower and handing menthe La Senza bag, told me to put on my new underwear, lie on the bed and wait for her. Of course, I did as I was told and 15 minutes later was in position, lying on my back, the pink knickers and camisole against my skin making me feel horny and slightly conscious as to how I looked.

After a few minutes Katrina came into the room. I gasped in amazement, she had obviously done some shopping of her own during the week and was dressed in a full black PVC outfit, corset, no knickers, stockings and suspenders and thigh high heeled boots. She looked stunning, but even better, like the perfect dominatrix. She was also carrying a bag, which she placed by the side of the bed.

"Aww, look at my little slut, how do the clothes feel?"

"Very nice," I replied, watching her every move as she straddled my groin, lowering her shaven pussy down until it rubbed against the plastic of the CB 6000. She leant forward and kissed me on my lips, her tongue darting into my mouth, but pulling out before I could suck on it, which I was desperate to do.

She straightened up again, her hands rubbing over my satin covered smooth chest, fingers pinching at my nipples. "Very nice indeed," she said, "I could get used to this I think.". She then lifted herself slightly off me and ordered me to turn over, onto my front. I did so, carefully so as not to hurt myself even more with the chastity device, and once in position, she sat back down on me, again straddling me. I saw her reach down the side of the bed and into the bag, and then she sat back up with a pair of handcuffs swinging from one finger.

"Now babe, don't panic but I have plans for you tonight which I think you will enjoy, but maybe not at first so I'm going to put these on you okay?".

"What do you mean not at first?"

"Shhhh," she just said, "Just relax and enjoy yourself, my little chastised bitch, aren't you?"

She leant forward, over my back and put the handcuffs around one of the bars in the centre of the headboard. Then, in turn she restrained my hands in them, before again sitting back on me, her weight pushing my cock cage uncomfortably against the bed, my balls squashed against the plastic retainer rings.

"Honey, you don't need to tie me down," I pleaded with her, now getting concerned at what she had planned for me, "Honestly, I'm quite happy to do whatever you want."

"You say that now, but you don't really know what I want do you?" She said this with some menace in her voice, but without seeing her face, I couldn't tell if she was for real or play acting. "As I said earlier, tonight you're my bitch and one more word from you and you'll regret it okay?"

My mind reeled at what was possibly to come, but I think that even if she had uncuffed me, I'd still have stayed where I was. Secretly, I think, I wanted this.

Katrina slid off to one side, kneeling next to me. "Lift your ass up, but keep your head down in the pillow."

"Uh huh," I replied, doing as she said. The knickers were cutting slightly into my balls and I was paranoid I looked stupid, with one testicle hanging out of either side of the material. This was soon rectified though when I felt Katrina pulling the gusset of the knickers to one side of my sack, exposing my balls and ass. The next ing I felt was what I presume was her finger, and more worryingly, her long fingernail, at the entrance to my ass.

"Mmmm, you're very tight back here babe, we'll have to do something about that.". More rustling behind me and then I felt a cold sensation as a liquid which I can only assume was lubrication of some kind, was applied to my ass. I gasped slightly as I felt Katrina slip a finger in me, gently at first, slowly working it in and out of my ass for a few moments until I realised she had fully inserted it into me. There was some pain but the feeling as she slipped it back out and then in again was exquisite.

"Good boy, you're a natural," she said, "I was reading about anal sex on the net the other day and it said you should take it step by step, but before I go out tomorrow I want to know that I have taken your anal virginity and that you are 100% my little slut, so I'm afraid we're not going to have that sort of time. Hence the handcuffs," she added.

She pulled her finger out of my ass slowly, making me feel every second of it, and then she reached her hand around to my mouth, the finger that had just been inside me rubbing against my lips. "No way," I exclaimed, "Thats too much babe, not when it's just been in me!"

"Suck my fucking finger bitch," she hissed, and I knew she was being serious. "For years now I've been swallowing your cum and putting up with your little cock, now it's time that you do what I want, and don't forget, you wanted this."

She wasn't leaving me with much choice, so I opened my mouth and allowed her finger to pass through my lips, tasting the muskiness of my own ass and feeling thankful that I had cleaned myself as well as possible in the shower.

"There, good boy, or good girl I should maybe say," she chuckled to herself, "Now you're learning.".

Katrina moved back into position, on her knees behind me. She grabbed at the cage of the CB 6000 and pulled on it, causing the ring to tighten up against my balls. I yelled in pain. "Just so we're clear, any more problems and the pain you just felt will be nothing compared to what you will feel, in fact, I know how we can solve this."

I twisted my head to watch her reach down into her bag again and this time she produced a ball-gag, with a black rubber ball and leather straps. "Please honey," I begged her, "I'll be quiet, I promise."

Katrina ignored me and placing the ball in front of my mouth told me to open up. At first I refused but then she just leant down and whispered in my ear.

"At the minute, I just plan on using one of my medium size dildos on you..." She let this sink in, "But if you don't open your fucking mouth right now, I swear to god I will work on your ass all night until I get my fist in you, no matter how much it hurts and you scream the house down."

She sounded deadly serious this time and for the first time since all this had started, I felt seriously worried. Fisting? I didn't think Katrina even knew the word, let alone that it could be done to a person. I decided that I would let her gag me, not willing to risk the consequences if she was being serious.

Again I was verbally rewarded, but this time with, "Good girl. Now, relax and enjoy this, otherwise it's gonna hurt." As she said this she slapped my ass hard and if I hadn't been gagged, I'd have yelped out in pain.

More of the lubricant was applied and I heard her bedside drawer open, the drawer where Katrina kept her selection of dildos. I held my breath in anticipation and then felt the tip of what seemed to be a plastic vibrator pushing against my asshole. "Just relax," Katrina instructed me, "Any pain will soon go, trust me," and then, in a more mocking tone, "If it helps, imagine my ass getting penetrated tomorrow night, and his is much bigger than this."

Katrina had never let me have anal sex with her and I felt pangs of jealousy, though these soon went when my mind registered the searing pain of my tight hole being stretched wide by the toy. I groaned against the gag but Katrina didn't hear, or didn't care, and continued pushing it in me. I shoved my face into the pillow, biting down on the gag, praying that the pain would soon turn into the pleasure I had been promised.

"That's it babe, nearly there.". Katrina was back to being her loving self, satisfied now that I was doing her bidding. "Two more inches and you'll have the full eight in you!"

Eight? My own cock was only six inches long when erect and yet I had taken more. Fuck me though, it hurt like mad but slowly my ass seemed to grow accustomed to the size and the pain started to subside.

Katrina continued to drive the vibrator in and out of my ass, it was as the toy moved out of my ass that I felt the most pleasure, and found myself hoping then that she would push it back in and not leave me empty. My groans and grunts of pain had turned to murmurs of pleasure and I couldn't help but spread my legs wider and push back slightly, wanting to meet her thrusts.

"Mmmm baby, you're enjoying that aren't you," she teased. "Maybe I can trust you to keep quiet now? I'm gonna take off the gag and if the first words out of your mouth aren't 'please fuck me more', it goes back on, understand?"

I understood and despite the pain of what had now been over an hour of anal *****, more was exactly what I wanted. I felt her undo the buckles of the gag and she pulled it from me. "Well?"

"Please fuck me more Katrina," I begged, and without being asked, "I want you to shove as big a cock as I can take inside me, please, make me your slut."

"Of course I will darling, I'm glad that in such short a time you've accepted your new place in this marriage. Now let's see what else I have that could satisfy and stretch you."

My ass was throbbing and a little sore, but I ached for more and watched as she went back to her drawer and removed her largest dildo, a black rubber one with balls at the end and about as thick as her wrist. "Maybe this?" she asked.

As horny as I was, I didn't think there was a chance that I could fit that monster in me. I could remember when we had bought it for Katrina and she could barely get the thing in her pussy, even with her natural lubrication and plenty of KY jelly. "I think that might be too much babe," I told her, "As nice as it looks there's no way I can take that."

"Nonsense, you just need to relax babe, it'll fit...eventually. Now, spread your legs again and you might wanna bite down on the pillow, just till you get used to it."

For the next 30 minutes Katrina slowly inserted the toy into me, centimetre by centimetre. It hurt, not as bad as earlier but the pain definitely outdid the pleasure with this one. Even so, I kept as quiet as I could, letting Katrina work on me at her own speed, adding more lubrication whenever she felt I needed it. The half hour seemed a lot longer but finally she sat back and exclaimed, "Yes, that's it, all done.".

I had never felt so full in my life, it felt like the dildo was pushing into my stomach it was so deep into me, and I could feel the fake balls pushing against my own, which were already uncomfortably swollen from the pressure of the plastic cock cage pulling at the retaining ring and spacers.

Katrina seemed so pleased and I was happy that I had managed to please her. "Did I do well honey?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," she replied, "In fact, you've been such a good little slut I might just have to see if I can find something bigger for you, I mean, it's still early yet and even though my pussy is soaking wet, I've got hours left of playing in me yet."

Katrina got up and left the room, and I heard her walking downstairs. I took the opportunity to lie down properly, as best I could with the best part of ten inches of dildo in me, resting and taking the weight from my wrists, which were starting to get sore from the cuffs. I still had to keep my legs spread to accommodate the toy in my ass, but at least I was getting some respite from the onslaught so far. I wondered what Katrina was doing downstairs and just hoped she would bring a ***** up, my mouth was dry from the pain I had been experiencing.

I was left lying there for about 20 minutes, during which time the dildo eventually slipped out of my ass, popping gently out and falling to the side of me, onto the bed. At one point I thought I heard Katrina talking downstairs but couldn't make out what she was saying and presumed she was on the telephone, although I couldn't think who she would be calling in the middle of what we were doing.

I heard footsteps once again and Katrina came into the room, still dressed in her killer outfit. "Oh dear, look what's happened," she said, "Trust me, you'll want that back in you, keeping you nice and wide."

She picked up the dildo and again applied some lubricant to it before pushing it back into me, though this time she pulled my knickers over the top of it, so that it couldn't slip out. "You just lie there and think naughty thoughts," she told me, "Cos trust me, this night is going to become naughtier than you could have ever imagined."

I turned to face her, still lying on my front. "What do you mean? Come on babe, don't you think you've done enough to me, that I've let you do enough?"

Katrina laughed, "You forget, you don't LET me do anything, I do what I want, remember?" Again she had that evil tone to her voice, which I didn't dare test to see if it was for real or not. "Now stay there, I'm getting myself a *****, ready for the show."

Show? What was she going on about? I didn't get time to ask, and I'm sure she wouldn't have answered me anyway, before she left the room, went downstairs and I heard the chinking of glasses as she fixed herself a *****. By this time, I could've done with a strong one myself - the dildo in my ass was starting to ache, especially as the lubricant dried up, and my cock, which had been trying to become erect for the last few hours, was really becoming uncomfortable within the CB 6000.

I waited again, about half an hour passed before I was surprised to hear the doorbell go; I then heard it open and voices downstairs, Katrina's and someone else's - a guys which I didn't recognise but as I put things together in my mind, even in the state I was in I started to realise what was about to happen, or at the very least, that Katrina was about to introduce Steve to me, with me trussed up like a chicken on the bed, with an ass full of dildo!

A few moments later I again listened as the footsteps approached. The bedroom door opened and I heard Katrina say, "Here he is Steve, just like I told you."

As embarrassed as I was, I looked around to see Steve for the first time. He was a six foot something, well built black guy, as Katrina had described him, but in person he seemed particularly intimidating, especially considering the situation I found myself him.

Steve looked down at me on the bed and laughed, "Nice to meet you sissy boy, wow, I honestly thought your wife was exaggerating when she said what you were like but well, damn, I can see she wasn't."

I looked at Katrina, who was stood close to Steve, her arm around him and a big smile on her face. "What exactly are you trying to do? What if this gets out, if he tells someone?"

"Why should I care?" she replied, I have Steve now and whether anyone knows what a sissy you are or not, I still get to have his cock and when I want to, ***** yours...and your ass of course."

She turned to Steve, "Okay, as I promised, the deal is this. You let me watch you fuck his ass and fill him with your lovely cum, and I will let you fuck my ass too, you get to take something that I have never even let my husband take before - my anal cherry."

Steve looked down at me again. "Well, I ain't gay, but I suppose if he got up on all fours and kept the panties on, it wouldn't be much different from any other ass I've fucked. I ain't touching his cock though."

"That's okay," Katrina reassured him. " You won't have to, though if you don't mind, I might have him suck you hard again once you have used him, just so I can get your cock in me as soon as possible afterwards." She looked at me and added, " I want my husband to watch me get fucked while your cum is still dripping out of his stretched ass."

"Fair enough," said Steve, "He had just better suck cock good."

Katrina turned back to me, "Now, are you going to do as I say and let Steve show you how a botch takes cock, or do I have to gag you again?" I didn't answer straightaway, but Katrina continued regardless, "Actually, on second thoughts, I think the gag will have to go on as I'm sure once you see Steve's cock, you'll realise that there might be some pain to begin with and I don't want the neighbours calling the police when they hear your screams"

Katrina laughed at her own comment and reached down, taking hold of the gag and after telling me to open my mouth, reattached it to me. " Now, my little cuckold hubby, have a look at what is about to replace the dildo inside you."

Katrina embraced Steve and they kissed passionately as her hands opened his belt and then his jeans. I strained to watch, my neck aching as I did so, as Katrina knelt before Steve, opening his jeans and pulling them and his underwear down together. I couldn't believe it, his cock was only semi erect and yet it looked about 8 inches long as it swang between his legs. Katrina took it in one hand, her fingers barely able to go around it, and lifted it to her mouth. Before taking the tip of his massive cock in her mouth, she just said to me, "Here we go babe, tonight you officially become my bitch, by the same man who," she looked up at Steve, "Might also be the ****** of my next baby..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and if I hadn't been gagged, would definitely have tried to talk her out of the last part, if nothing else, but instead I could do nothing but watch as Steve stepped out of his clothes, revealing his toned body and after Katrina had sucked his cock to what must have been 10 or 11 inches long, I felt the bed move as he got up behind me. I tried to clench my ass, which was a pointless exercise with the dildo deep inside me still. Katrina was to the side and she pulled the panties to one side and in one movement, pulled the dildo quickly out of me, "There you go lover, your first virgin ass of the night."

I felt myself being pulled back up by the waist, onto my knees and pushed my face down into the pillow, knowing that the pain I had felt earlier would be nothing compared to what was about to come...

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Ex Boyfriend Amanda

Amanda and I had been married for 18 months. At 5' 10", she is three inches taller than me, has long, jet black hair, a 36" bust and long sexy legs. Her skin is unusually white, which is what first attracted me to her. Our marriage seemed good, we got on really well, but this was suddenly all to change.

Out of the blue, Amanda told me that she had received a call from her ex-boyfriend Ray. She and he had split up about two years before, and he had moved away. Apparently, he had now moved back to our town, and wanted Amanda to have a ***** with him for old time's sake. Their parting had not been satisfactory for either of them, and he felt they needed to tie up loose ends before he moved on with his life.

Amanda had told me very little about Ray, except that he was a tall, muscular black man. Their relationship had been very intense, and the unhappy break-up was caused by his insistence on moving away to further his career. Amanda had not felt able to go with him because of her strong ties at home. I met her a couple of months after the split, and we married six months later.

I had agreed to her going out with Ray reluctantly, because I am naturally a jealous and possessive person, but she was determined to go. On the night of the meeting, I watched her come downstairs after getting ready. I was rather shocked that she was wearing a thin blouse with no bra, and a very short black skirt. Her nipples were clearly visible under the fabric of the shirt, and her long, white legs were almost totally exposed. I questioned her choice of clothing, but she explained that this was the way she had always dressed for him, and she wanted to show him that there were no hard feelings.

After kissing me goodbye, Amanda advised me not to wait up, as they had a lot of catching up to do, and she may be late. I was on tenterhooks all evening, knowing that she was out with a man she had been extremely close to, and I was still unhappy about the amount of flesh she was showing. Finally, I went to bed at about eleven, but was unable to *****.

At about 12.30, I heard the front door open, then close. I thought Amanda was on her own, but then heard two voices in the hall. Quietly, I crept out to the top of the stairs. I could not see anything, but could hear their conversation clearly.

"Pull your skirt up Mandy you little slut, and spread your legs."

"Surely you are not going to fuck me in my own home, with my husband upstairs?"

"If you like, I will just leave and get out of your life again."

"No, no don't do that. All right, if you think three times in an evening is not enough, fuck me again, you big cocked horny black fucker! Shove that huge cock into my wet pussy, and cuckold my poor husband again in his own hallway. Oh Ray, I had forgotten how good that feels when you slide into me up to your big manly balls. Nobody has ever been able to make me feel the way you do!"

"How does your husband compare?"

"There is no comparison."

"Tell me, exactly."

"OK, he has a tiny dick, which never gets fully hard, and he has not been able to satisfy me since we got married. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Yes it is, because that means you are going to keep coming back to me now that I have returned, aren't you? Now you have tasted my black cock again, you won't be able to do without it."

"You are right, I will keep coming back for more, on my knees if necessary. I will do all it takes to keep you giving me the sort of fucking I really need."

"My two flat mates you met briefly tonight. Suppose I want to have them fuck you?"

"Yes, they can fuck me if you want, I will suck their cocks, and take them in my pussy and my arse, as long as you keep fucking me yourself."

"What about your husband?"

"Forget about my wimp husband, all I want to think about right now is your cock inside me making me cum for the umpteenth time tonight!"

My head was spinning at hearing all this. I had a sick feeling of jealousy in my stomach, hearing my dear wife being fucked not for the first time that night, but at the same time, my cock betrayed the excitement I was feeling. I moved forward, to try to get a glimpse of the pair, but lost my footing and fell. They both turned round at the noise, and saw me at the top of the stairs. Amanda had a horrified look on her face, but Ray was cool.

"Get down her boy!" he yelled. I hesitated.

"Don't make me tell you twice!" he bellowed. I walked down the stairs quickly, my erection still very evident.

"Look at this", he said to Amanda. "The freak has been getting off listening to us fuck!" Amada's attitude changed immediately.

"You fucking little pervert!" she screamed. "Well if that's what it takes to get you hard, stand there and watch me get fucked. Ray, really give it to me hard honey, show him how his wife needs to be treated!"

Ray began to pump Amanda really hard, ******* her back against the wall as he rammed the full length of his magnificent cock into her sweet, willing pussy. Seeing a mixture of concern and jealousy on my face, she spoke:

"What's the matter Michael? Have you never seen a woman being fucked properly before, by a real man with a real man sized cock? Keep poking me Ray, and show him what you did to my tits."

Ray ripped my wife's blouse open, revealing her large breasts, covered in his love bites.

"That's what a virile, passionate man does to a woman's tits Michael, I have love bites all over the insides of my thighs as well! Grab my tits Ray, squeeze them, and hurt me. You know how rough I like you to treat me."

Ray obliged, squeezing her large mammaries and pinching her nipples hard. She squealed with delight, begging for more and encouraging him to fuck her even harder.

"Tell the wimp I am your slut again Ray", she gasped. "Tell him that you have retaken possession of his wife's cunt!"

"That's right, boy" Ray confirmed. "You just lost all rights to your wife's body, she is mine now, and if you try and touch her I will make you sorry."

"Don't worry Ray", Amanda gasped. "I will never let him have me again. I am yours now, and I will only be fucked by you, or anyone else you decide. Now finish me off darling, make me cry with the pleasure you give me, just like you did earlier tonight."

Ray began to pump Amanda faster, causing her to sob with joy. Shortly after, he tensed and announced he was coming.

"Oh yes!" cried my wife. "Empty those big black balls deep into your loving slut's belly, I LOVE YOU!!!!!"

I hung my head in shame and misery as they reached their climaxes together. My eyes were filled with tears at the knowledge that Ray had taken Amanda from me, sexually at least. When they calmed down, Amanda told me to fuck off upstairs and wait for her, as she wanted to say goodnight to her boyfriend in private.

She came up to the bedroom a few minutes later. I was sat on the bed, my head in my hands feeling wretched. Amanda sat next to me.

" I meant every word I said", she began. "I will remain your wife if you wish, but Ray is my man, and I will be his woman. You and I will be a normal couple, except there will be no kissing, hugging or any sexual contact. I do not wish you to touch me again, and I certainly have no wish to touch you. I knew that from the moment Ray put his cock into me for the first time tonight."

"I love you", I said, my voice trembling. "I don't want to lose you."

"Then you will do exactly as you are told." She replied, coldly.

The pattern was set, and she began to visit Ray several times a week, to be fucked by him or his friends.

About two weeks later, on a Friday morning, I was standing naked in front of the sink shaving, having just got out of the bath. By this time, Amanda and I were ******** in separate bedrooms. She appeared at the bathroom door, leaning on the doorframe. Her long black hair was tousled, and her pretty face still showed the signs of tiredness. She wore only a short blue robe, which showed a lot of cleavage, and accentuated her long white legs, and pretty feet with their scarlet painted toenails.

"How's it going?" she asked, with a grin on her face. "Have you done plenty of jerking off, picturing me with Ray's fat cock embedded in my pussy? Or perhaps you imagine my pretty red lips around his shaft as I suck him off and swallow his cum?" She stood right in front of me and opened the robe.

"Or do you perhaps imagine what those black studs are doing with all of this? I see my words are having an effect on you!" I hung my head. Lifting my chin up, she said:

"You would really love to be allowed to fuck me again, wouldn't you Michael? I nodded that I would, more than anything did.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, my poor, celibate cuckold hubby", she responded. "But I have more than enough on my plate, dealing with all my black studs." Laughing, she made towards the door, then turning back, told me not to be late home, as we had people coming.

"Who?" I asked.

"You'll see" she laughed, and walked away.

I arrived home at around seven that evening, and went straight to the lounge. Inside were Amanda, Ray and his flatmates Dave and Roger. All three were naked, and my wife and Ray were on the sofa smooching, while Dave and Roger watched from the armchairs. They had all obviously had quite a bit to *****. On seeing me, my wife jumped up and came over to me.

"Darling", she began, "This is Roger, and that is Dave. I should tell you that I have had the pleasure of receiving the large cocks of all three of these gentlemen in every orifice of my body, while denying you, my dear husband, any sexual contact whatever." She giggled, and the three men laughed at me.

"We decided", she went on. "That you should not only know that you are a cuckold to these three men, but should also see it, and participate. So be a good boy and strip, just like the rest of us." I protested that I would not, and Ray jumped up, grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me.

"Amanda, I think you should slap your husband, until he agrees to do as he is told." He said.

"It will be a pleasure." Replied my wife.

Moving forward, she raised her arm and slapped my face backward and forward, at least a dozen times, with all the ***** she could muster. My ears were ringing, and I begged her to stop, saying I would do as she asked. When I stood naked in the middle of the room, they all had a good laugh at my poor endowment.

"Now", Amanda told me. "As I said, we want you to participate, so I want you to crawl over to Roger, and kneel between his legs. That's it. Now, I get more pleasure after the boys have cum once, because they last longer. What I would like you to do is suck the first load out of each of them to increase your wife's enjoyment, OK?"

Knowing I had no choice, I took Roger's cock in my hand, and lowered my mouth on to it, beginning the unpleasant task of sucking him off.

"Boy", Roger laughed. "This wimp needs a lot of practice!"

"Don't worry", replied my wife. "Before we are finished we will turn him into an expert, cock sucking faggot."

When I had relieved all three men of their cum, they relaxed and had another couple of ******. Finally, Amanda got up and told me to watch, as she pleased all three men at the same time. Roger lay on the floor, and my wife straddled him and placed his once again erect cock into her cunt. From behind, Dave slid his cock into her arse. In the meantime, Ray had knelt in front of her as she took his swollen member into her mouth.

I was ****** to watch the scene, as Amanda whimpered and sobbed over Ray's cock. While the other two pushed into her from front and back. With a cry, Ray came first, and shot his load into my wife's soft mouth. He beckoned me over, and made me place my open mouth just below Amanda's. She opened her mouth, and a mixture of Ray's slime and her saliva slid into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged slightly as I swallowed.

Roger and Dave carried on a little longer, and finally with a yell, shot their loads almost simultaneously. Amanda let out a loud moan, as she was flooded with sperm from both sides. Dave pulled out, and my wife raised herself off Roger's cock. She turned to me.

"Get down and suck Roger's cock clean", she ordered. I knelt between his legs, and sucked the remainder of his cum and my wife's juices until he was clean.

"Now suck Dave clean", she said. "He will be different, there will be a flavour of my **** on his cock. Just another taste for you to get used to!" I did as I was told. It tasted awful, and I almost vomited as I carried out the disgusting task.

"Now for your first contact with my body for some time", laughed Amanda, as she kept me on my knees for a good twenty minutes, sucking the cum, first from her arse, and then from her sopping pussy. After I had finished, Amanda dismissed me.

"You get off to bed," she said. "You can jerk off over what you have seen tonight, while the boys carry on fucking me on your behalf!"

After that night, one or other of the men would come to my house to take Amanda out. They always made sure they arrived early, so that when Amanda came down, she would find me on my knees, with her lover's cock deep in my mouth. This always gave her pleasure, and she would taunt me, calling me her cock sucking, cum ********, cuckold faggot.

As if all this were not enough, Amanda dropped a bombshell on me two months ago. She told me that she was going away for a month, with Ray and a number of his friends. She explained that she had come off the pill, as Ray had decided to breed her. She went on to tell me that she was to be fucked by an equal number of black and white men.

"If you are lucky", she told me. "A white man will swell my belly. If not, the whole world will know that your wife takes black cock. Personally, I hope one of the black guys does the job, because I want you to be totally humiliated in front of your family and friends."

She has been back a month, and is pregnant. All I can do is keep my fingers firmly crossed.

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LE PHENOMENE

Vengeance d'une ex à une ex


Cette histoire est pure invention de ma part, c'est pourquoi je me permettrai de changer les noms des per***nes de ce récit mais leurs relations entre elles existèrent.
Cette histoire comprendra deux parties : une tendre et douce et la vengeance à proprement parler qui sera un peu plus limite.

Bonjour à tous, je m'appelle Maxime, j'ai 20 ans et l'histoire que je vais vous raconter me vient d'un fantasme qui met en scène deux de mes ex-copines : Meg et Amélie.

J'étais sorti 3 ans avec Amélie, du même âge que moi, magnifique blonde aux yeux bleus, corps parfait, très timide en société et tigresse lorsque l'excitation la prend, et 2 ans après la rupture, j'avais toujours des sentiments forts pour elle alors que je sortais avec Meg, 2 ans de moins que moi, grande brune, un peu en chaire, joli visage enfantin.
Ca énervait tellement Meg qu'elle conçut une petite vengeance afin de punir Amélie de me donner toujours de l'espoir et de ne pas me laisser vivre mon histoire avec elle.

Amélie ne connaissait pas Meg, ni per***nellement, ni de vue ou quoi que ce soit d'autre...
Meg a donc voulu en jouer et commença donc à séduire Amélie qui avait quant à elle certains penchants bisexuels.
Au fur et à mesure qu'elles se fréquentaient, Amélie l'appréciait de plus en plus mais se gardait bien de m'en parler de peur de me perdre si je me rendais compte qu'elle flirtait avec quelqu'un d'autre.
Jusqu'au jour où Meg parvint à amener Amélie chez elle alors que ses parents étaient au travail et qu'elles n'avaient pas cours.

« Viens au sous-sol, on sera plus tranquille et il y a des matelas.
-Euh des matelas pourquoi faire ?
-T'inquiètes, viens, on ira doucement et on ne fera rien si tu ne veux pas, ça te rassure ?
-Un peu... »

Arrivées dans la chambre d'amis au sous-sol remplie de matelas afin de faire dormir le maximum de per***nes les soirs de fête, Meg allongea Amélie sur le premier matelas venu et l'embrassa tendrement.
D'abord sur la bouche puis sur les joues, dans le cou, sur la clavicule et descendant le long de *** épaule.
Meg défit petit à petit le chemisier d'Amélie afin de libérer *** soutient-gorge (85B aux dernières nouvelles) puis continua à l'embrasser en descendant tout doucement le long de la poitrine, sur le ventre, le nombril, puis à la limite du jean.
Elle se délesta de *** haut aussi et de *** soutient-gorge par la même occasion (90B) et se coucha contre Amélie afin de se frotter à sa peau chaude.
Cette dernière commençait à avoir le souffle court et enleva d'elle-même *** soutient-gorge et déboutonna le jean de Meg avec quelques difficultés.
Les deux jeunes filles s'humidifiaient à mesure que l'atmosphère s'électrifiait.
Bientôt, leur seul rempart fut leur culotte.
Meg eut alors une idée, elle proposa à Amélie de faire quelques photos ensemble, cette dernière accepta sous l'emprise de l'excitation et Meg n'eut plus qu'à ramener *** appareil numérique.
Elle firent des photos d'elles deux, en culotte, en sous-vêtements, complètement nues, dans des positions tantôt coquines, tantôt timides ou bien artistiques.
Elles finirent par faire des photos d'elles deux en même temps et au bout de quelques photos, se mirent en 69 et expérimentèrent une nouvelle façon de prendre du plaisir.
Après plusieurs orgasmes plus ou moins violents, nos deux belles jeunes filles étaient exténuées côte à côte sur le lit et tentaient de reprendre leur souffle et de calmer leurs battements de cœur.
Amélie devait aller soulager un besoin naturel dans la salle de bain/toilettes et s'en alla en volant un léger baiser à sa nouvelle dulcinée.
Ainsi finit la partie douce, car Meg ne comptait pas en rester là et voulait par-dessus tout se venger de cette garce qui lui volait *** petit ami.

Une fois Amélie dans les toilettes, Meg reprit *** appareil et la suivit, entra dans la salle d'eau et ferma la porte à clef.

« Hey, tu fais quoi, ne me prend pas quand je fais pipi !
-C'est pas moi qui vais te prendre t'inquiètes... »

Sur ces mots, le rideau de douche s'écarta et 4 garçons sortirent de la baignoire.

« Meg, tu me fais peur là, tu peux m'expliquer ?
-Eh bien c'est simple, ça c'est des potes qui me doivent un service, et toi, tu es une gentille petite fille à qui on va apprendre à ne pas interférer dans les histoires des autres.
-Je ne comprends pas...
-Tu vas vite comprendre, regarde, eux, moi et mon appareil, pas difficile quand même.
-Tu vas pas faire ça ? le rouge lui montait aux joues et les larmes aux yeux.
-Je vais me gêner tiens, ça fait depuis que je suis avec Max que tu le chauffes, que tu le retiens, ça devient lourd... Maintenant, avec ce que j'ai comme photos, celles que je vais faire et ce que tu vas subir, je pense que tu vas nous laisser un peu tranquille et que je vais pouvoir encore m'amuser un peu après.
-Mais... Après ce qu'on a vécu... Je pensais... Je ne comprends pas...
-Tout était prévu ma grande, à part peut être la ***** de l'orgasme que tu m'as donné, tu m'as impressionnée, j'espère que tu sauras être aussi compétente avec ces messieurs, ils n'attendent plus que ça. »

Sans prévenir, Meg prit une photo de la miss sur le trône et comme s'il s'était agit du signal, les 4 mecs se ruèrent sur Amélie en la caressant de la poitrine aux jambes en passant par les cheveux, le dos, le ventre, l'entrejambe, les fesses...
Des doigts rentrèrent en elle alors qu'elle était impuissante, entrain d'uriner...
Un sexe entra de ***** dans sa bouche.
Des flash d'appareil venaient ponctuer ce rut grossier, ces 4 animaux se délectant de leur proie.
Une fois sa commission finie, Amélie fut portée par les hommes sur le lit où quelques instant auparavant, elle avait joui comme jamais (arf, je viens de me remballer moi-même) et commencèrent de la chauffer en la caressant partout, la léchant partout, lui introduisant des doigts.
Elle était tellement mouillée, du fait de ses jouissances récentes et de *** besoin qu'elle n'avait pas eu le temps de nettoyer que les 4 garçons se précipitèrent sur elle et la pénétrèrent à tour de rôle, toujours sous les feux de l'appareil.
Amélie se sentait honteuse, humiliée, forcée, mais en même temps tellement excitée d'avoir 4 hommes qui s'occupent d'elle, elle qui n'a touché qu'un homme et une femme.
A chaque flash de l'appareil, une nouvelle vague de honte mêlée d'excitation la submergeait.
Elle s'imaginait ce à quoi les photos pourraient bien servir... *** école ? Ses parents ? Ses amis ? Max ? Internet ?
Peu importe, elle était partie dans le désir et s'abandonnait comme n'importe laquelle de ces filles qu'elle se plaisait à mépriser lorsqu'elle en croisait dans la rue ou en voyait sortir des boites de nuit.
Elle jouissait sous les assauts de ces mâles déchaînés, elle hurlait *** plaisir (d'où l'importance du sous-sol), Meg était passé en mode vidéo car des cris pareils ne se rataient pas.
Bien entendu, les gars essayèrent de passer par derrière, Amélie s'y opposa fortement en criant qu'elle ne voulait pas, que ça lui ferait trop mal mais à 4 contre une, le combat n'était pas équilibré...
Pendant qu'un des garçons la tenait sur lui, un autre tentait de rentrer par derrière en inondant copieusement *** sexe et l'anus de la jeune fille de sa salive.
Finalement, elle fut prise en double pénétration avec un des deux derniers dans sa bouche et le 4eme lui caressant tout le corps.
Elle jouit longuement quand les deux lui éjaculèrent à l'intérieur, et face à cette jouissance, les deux autres lui éjaculèrent sur le visage, dans les cheveux et sur la poitrine.

Après ces vidéos, et quelques dernières photos prises d'Amélie dans l'état où les mecs l'avaient laissé, Meg lui expliqua tout ce que cette nouvelle situation impliquait :

« Eh ben, on dirait que t'as pris ton pied... Comme tu ne vas pas pouvoir bouger beaucoup d'ici les prochaines minutes, écoute-moi.
Maintenant, tu sais de quoi je suis capable.
Si je te revois une seule fois autour de Max, ça sera bien pire.
De plus, s'il me prend l'envie de faire joujou avec toi, je veux que tu répondes à l'appel dès que je te téléphone, sinon, ces photos vont faire du chemin, c'est moi qui te le dis...
T'as bien compris ? Avale avant de me répondre !
-Mmmmmmmh oui...
-Bien, à bientôt »

Après lui avoir dit cet au revoir peu rassurant, Meg transporta Amélie jusqu'à sa porte d'entrée (les garçons étant partis rapidement), et intima à Amélie de ne pas remettre ses vêtements avant que tout le sperme sur *** corps ait séché et celui à l'intérieur évacué

Ce matin d'hiver, Amélie se préparait à se lever pour traîner un peu sur *** ordinateur et pourquoi pas sortir, malgré le froid, il y a toujours le marché de noël à visiter.
Ces plans, si entraînants soient ils tombèrent à l'eau au moment où *** téléphone ***na.
Un numéro inconnu, elle savait donc déjà ce qui allait se passer...

-Allô ?
-Rejoins moi chez moi habillée sexy a 9h30 précise !

Puis plus rien.
Il était 8h50, en comptant les 20 minutes de trajet, elle avait tout juste le temps de prendre une douche et d'avaler quelque chose.
Amélie choisit une jupe arrivant au genou, un string en satin, un petit débardeur à décolleté, le soutien-gorge allant avec *** bas, et mit un pull et *** manteau long par dessus pour enfin partir dans le blizzard hivernal.
Elle arriva tout juste à l'heure et Meg l'attendait sur le pallier, prête à la punir à la moindre minute de retard.

-C'est bien tu es à l'heure au moins. Montre moi donc ce que tu as mis !
-Ici ? Mais il fait –10° au moins...
-Ce n'était pas une question, dépêche toi avant que je ne te demande d'enlever plus d'habits !

Amélie enleva *** manteau et *** pull pour montrer ses fines jambes et le haut de sa poitrine à la jeune Meg. On voyait par dessous le débardeur les tétons qui commençaient à pointer sous le vent.

-Bon ça ira, rentre et attend moi au salon.

Meg arriva dans le salon accompagné d'un garçon fort peu gâté par la nature.
Amélie le trouva hideux, corpulent (doux euphémisme), pataud, et ses yeux transpiraient la frustration sexuelle et l'envie d'un corps où se glisser.
Il lui fit horreur de suite et elle se mit à craindre la suite des évènements.
En effet Meg fit les présentations et annonça la couleur :

-Amélie, voici Antoine, Antoine, Amélie. Elle sera ta compagne et ta chose pendant 24h.
Amélie, préviens tes parents par message que tu ne rentres que demain matin car tu dors chez une amie.

Ca ne l'enchantait guère de devoir passer une journée et une nuit complète avec ce parfait inconnu, qui plus est peu séduisant. Pourtant, elle savait qu'elle n'avait pas le choix et que tant que Meg avait cette prise sur elle, elle ne pourrait rien refuser et devrait obéir au doigt et à l'œil.

-Bon amusez vous bien, je vais faire un petit tour chez mon chéri moi, je te raconterai si tu veux, esclave.

Puis Meg s'en fut avec un petit rire sadique et agaçant en fermant la porte à clef de l'extérieur.
Amélie ressentit une bouffée de désespoir car elle se rendait soudain compte qu'elle ne pourrait échapper à cet homme, la porte était condamnée et ils étaient enfermés tous les deux dans une mai*** pendant tout ce temps.

-Alors ma jolie, je vois que tu as mis de bien beaux vêtements, tu sais que tu m'excites comme ça ?
-Vous savez, ce n'est pas comme ça qu'on fait lorsqu'on veut exciter une jeune fille... On leur parle gentiment, calmement et poliment.
-Silence, Meg m'a promis un vide-couille pour 24h, à défaut de l'avoir elle, je suis bien content de t'avoir toi !

Ca commençait bien, déjà il est moche, en plus rustre... Quoi de plus gentleman ?

-Fais moi un petit strip chérie, après tout, t'es à moi pendant un bon moment, on peut prendre notre temps non ?
-D'accord... se résigna Amélie dans un soupir.
-On dit « oui mon chéri »
-Oui mon chéri, dit elle cette fois avec un fris*** de dégoût.

Elle commença donc à danser doucement devant *** nouvel apollon.
Ses bretelles de débardeurs glissèrent sur ses délicates épaules, abaissant le décolleté au niveau de la dentelle du soutien-gorge. Elle passa ses doigts fins dans ses cheveux pour ensuite descendre ses mains le long de *** cou, sur sa poitrine tendue en avant, *** ventre plat et finis sur ses hanches ondulantes.
La fermeture de la jupe s'ouvrit et elle tomba à ses pieds.
Amélie enleva ensuite *** débardeur par dessus sa tête en continuant de danser devant *** public qui était déjà à bout.
Elle se retrouva en sous vêtements de satin ondoyant devant un jeune homme immonde qui suait l'excitation.
Elle tenta de dissiper la honte et la rage de devoir exécuter pareille besogne dans la concentration qu'elle y mettait, ce qui ne la rendait que plus désirable.
Ses mains qu'elle avait passé dans *** dos pour dégrafer *** soutien-gorge faisait ressortir sa poitrine magnifiquement et lorsque le rempart de tissu la quitta, ils semblaient fixer Antoine dans les yeux et l'inviter. (Ce qui n'était qu'une impression car Amélie était plus qu'heureuse de gagner du temps sur ce qui suit)
Une fois seulement en string, la tension qui habitait notre fauve était telle qu'il ne put attendre la fin du show d'Amélie pour lui sauter dessus.
Il lui arracha le maigre morceau de satin protégeant *** sanctuaire et la plaqua au sol pour se déshabiller sur elle.
Le fait de l'écraser à l'en étouffer semblant l'exciter encore plus et une fois nu, il la pénétra sans ménagement, ce qui fit pousser à notre infortunée un petit cri de peur, douleur et désespoir.
Il exécuta de grands va et viens à même le plancher du salon sans se soucier un seul instant de ce que subissait la jeune fille qui avait disparu sous lui.
Au bout de peu de minutes, il déchargea en elle et partir se laver sans même la regarder.

Amélie honteuse, souillée, partit vers la salle de bain pour extraire ce qui restait en elle, faisant attention à ne pas en laisser en chemin (Dieu sait ce qu'on lui aurait fait faire si elle en avait mit partout...).
A peine eut elle le temps de se vider l'utérus et la vessie qu'un cri retentissait :

-AMELIE !!!!!!!!

Entendant le cri de *** tortionnaire, Amélie se précipita dans le salon où Antoine l'attendait.
Toujours aussi repoussant pensa t elle, et dire que cet homme était en moi il y a à peine 5 minutes...

-Ah te voilà, tu vas devoir travailler ta rapidité petite !
Tes consignes pour ce matin : tu vas rester complètement nue, tu vas ouvrir toutes les fenêtres de la mai*** en te mettant bien devant, si quelqu'un te regarde, chauffe le ou la en te caressant où tu veux. Je te suivrai partout pour vérifier. C'est bien clair ?

-Oui...

-Oui qui ?

-Oui mon chéri (nouvelle grimace de dégoût qui lui valut une énorme claque sur les fesses.) AIE mais ça fait mal !

-Ça t'apprendra à me respecter salope, allez hop au boulot !

La jeune et nue Amélie se mit donc au travail en montant les escaliers pour aller tout d'abord ouvrir les fenêtres de l'étage supérieur.

-Hep hep hep, à quatre pattes quand tu te déplaces. Voilà et bien cambrée que je puisse voir tous les détails.

Elle tendit donc ses organes postérieurs vers le regard lubrique de l'homme en chaleur derrière elle. En montant les escaliers, il pourrait tout voir, cela gênait Amélie affreusement et elle se sentait plus qu'honteuse en cette position.
Arrivée en haut des escaliers, elle rentra dans la première des 3 chambres et se leva pour se mettre bien en face de la fenêtre et l'ouvrit en grand, ainsi que les volets le plus silencieusement possible afin de ne pas attirer l'attention sur elle.

-A GENOUX ESCLAVE, A LA PROCHAINE FENÊTRE, hurla Antoine.

Pour la discrétion c'était raté...
Déjà l'atmosphère se mettait à refroidir, elle devrait se dépêcher, les escaliers lui permettraient de se réchauffer un peu.
Elle ouvrit donc la deuxième fenêtre mais elle n'avait pas prévu ce qui arriva : un violent courant d'air provoqué par le vent hivernal et la première fenêtre de l'autre chambre s'engouffra dans ses cheveux et lui caressa tout le corps comme un seau d'eau glacé qu'on lui aurait lancé.
Ses tétons se solidifièrent d'un coup et pointèrent douloureusement, des fris***s parcoururent toute sa peau et elle commença à grelotter.
Plus qu'une et elle redescendra.
Ce qu'elle fit non sans mal à cause de ses tremblement, ce qui lui valut une autre grosse claque qui la fit crier juste devant la fenêtre ouverte.

Revenue devant les escaliers, elle se rendit compte que la descente allait être un peu plus difficile que la montée.
Elle décida donc de descendre avec prudence et plus lentement, ce qui signifiait offrir un spectacle plus long au dégénéré qui la suivait.
Heureusement, en bas, il n'y avait qu'une fenêtre à ouvrir.
Lorsqu'elle se mit debout devant, elle bloqua : une bande de jeunes, garçons et filles, passaient lentement devant la mai*** et discutaient.

-Plus vite que ça, ça serait marrant qu'ils te voient et que tu les fasses tous bander tu crois pas ?

Devant une demande si gentille, elle n'avait plus le choix :
Elle ouvrit la fenêtre en priant que per***ne ne regarde dans sa direction mais c'était sans compter le grincement des vieilles fenêtre en bois qui alerta un jeune qui ne se fit pas prier pour avertir ses amis et amies qu'une magnifique jeune femme se tenait nue à moins de 10mètres d'eux.
Conformément aux consignes, Amélie se lança alors :
Elle commença a onduler en se caressant le cou, ensuite la poitrine, puis descendit une main tandis que l'autre remontait à sa bouche : elle se suçait un doigt tout en caressant *** minou de l'autre main.
Après quelques minutes de ce spectacle peu habituel, la plupart des mâles de la rue qui avaient la main dans le pantalon la remercièrent et leurs copines les emmenèrent plus loin, sans doute jalouse de notre infortunée.

-Viens par la maintenant, je vais devoir faire quelques recherches internet, tu vas me sucer en attendant.

Sur le point de vomir devant cette perspective peu ragoûtante, elle le suivit quand même. Après tout, si elle obéissait, ça irait sans doute moins mal pour elle.

Antoine assis à l'ordinateur et Amélie en dessous du bureau à s'appliquer sur le membre mou formaient une caricature du cher d'entreprise et de sa secrétaire coquine qui passait plus de temps a genoux que sur *** propre ordinateur.
Malgré ses efforts, la verge refusait de se lever, sans doute une conséquence à l'acte ****** du matin même, et cela la dégoûtait encore plus d'avoir à enfiler cette chose flasque avec encore *** odeur et un peu de sperme séché collé dessus dans sa bouche rose et douce.
Soudain, la ***nette de la porte retentit.
Antoine passa une clef à Amélie (qui croyait être enfermée là jusqu'au retour de Meg) et lui dit d'aller ouvrir mais de rester à quatre pattes et cambrée en ouvrant.
Le livreur apportait un petit colis. Il ne devait pas être très vieux, il avait un visage très juvénile et était certainement encore puceau.

-J'apporte un colis pour la... euh... l'esclave Amélie ?

-Oui c'est moi.

-J'ai pour consigne aussi de vous demander ce que je veux comme paiement.

-Et j'ai pour consigne de vous laisser faire j'imagine...

-Euh je pense oui... Vous pouvez me lécher ? demanda-t-il tout timidement en rougissant.

Ah enfin un jeune homme poli et correct, même s'il demandait des choses qui ne se demandent pas en société, il n'était pas rustre comme l'autre et il était plutôt mignon dans *** genre (sûrement la jeunesse et la virginité qui faisait l'effet là).
Elle baissa *** pantalon et retira *** boxer pour découvrir un sexe ayant à peine atteint sa taille définitive et le dévora, donnant de grands coups de langue dessus, mordillant, serrant ses lèvres autour en l'aspirant.
Le jeune puceau ne résista pas longtemps à ce traitement et éjacula en de long traits dans la gorge de notre jeune esclave qui avala tout et nettoya le bout avec le bout de sa langue.
Ce sperme avait moins le goût de rance et amer que celui du morse dans l'autre pièce, il était plus sucré et agréable.

-Et maintenant, tu vas partir ou tu veux me demander autre chose ? demanda Amélie en le regardant de ses yeux bleus azur tout en continuant de flatter le méat avec le bout de sa langue.
(Oula je ne me reconnais plus, pensa-t-elle.)

-Euh c'est pas facile à demander mais est ce que je peux... vous... euh...

-Tu veux me pénétrer ?

-Oui, répondit-il dans un murmure, rouge comme une pivoine.

-Suffisait de le demander, regarde t'es de nouveau en forme. C'est ta première fois ?

-Oui...

-Alors vas-y à ton rythme et fais ce que tu veux.

Après cette révélation, Amélie était en transe et complètement trempée. Même le boulet aurait pu lui rentrer dedans sans lui faire mal, et pourtant ce n'était pas le plus délicat des hommes...
Le jeune garçon se plaça derrière notre héroïne toujours à quatre pattes et enfila tout doucement *** sexe dans celui trempé d'Amélie.
C'était trop mignon, on avait l'impression qu'il avait peur de lui faire mal, ce qui excita encore plus l'intéressée. Elle donna des coups de reins de plus en plus marqués pour l'encourager et il entama des va et viens de plus en plus rapides.
La rapidité de *** éruption ne priva pas Amélie d'une jouissance puissante car à *** niveau d'excitation, elle avait jouit aussi vite que lui.
Après *** dépucelage, le jeune homme la remercia et s'en fut sans rien dire de plus.
Mince, je ne connais même pas *** nom... Il serait capable de me retrouver et de me reconnaître mais pas moi...
Elle retourna donc dans le bureau avec Antoine qui avait finit entre temps de faire ses recherches.

-Je vais aller faire quelques courses, tu veux m'attendre là ou venir avec moi ? Dans cette tenue bien sur haha.

Amélie ne répondit pas bien entendu, la réponse était évidente.
Elle attendit donc dans une mai*** aux fenêtres ouvertes, nue comme un vers, avec du sperme lui dégoulinant du sexe le retour de l'homme qui avait fait d'elle une esclave.

-Bien, il est temps de manger maintenant !
Alors qu'est-ce qu'on a là ? Ah oui, des spaghetti bolo, ça va te plaire je le sens.

Le retour d'Antoine lui provoqua deux sentiments bien différents : le soulagement de n'être plus seule, nue au milieu d'une mai*** vide ouverte de partout où n'importe qui pourrait pénétrer (quelle belle analogie à ma situation... pensa-t-elle), et la crainte des traitements qu'il pourrait encore lui faire subir.
Finalement, ça n'avait pas l'air trop terrible comparé au reste, elle n'eut qu'à subir une légère *********** de plus : elle devait manger ses spaghetti sans les mains dans une gamelle à même le sol.

-Je te traite comme la chienne que tu es, tu as vu dans quel état t'as foutu le livreur ?

Une fois qu'elle eut tout mangé, Antoine la préposa à la vaisselle pendant qu'il passait un coup de téléphone.

-Ouais c'est moi...
Elle a tout mangé...
Bien sur tu peux venir...
Encore mieux, amène le, on va se marrer...
OK je te la prépare et on y va...

Cette fois, Amélie sentit un fris*** glacé lui parcourir le dos.
Qu'avait-elle avalé ? Qui était-ce au téléphone ? Qu'allait-on encore lui faire subir ?
La pauvre n'imaginait même pas ce qui lui était réservé...

Après cette courte conversation téléphonique entre Antoine et un inconnu, qui n'était sûrement pas seul à en juger par la per***ne qu'il devait amener, Amélie se sentit très mal...
En effet, elle avait peur d'avoir avalé quelque chose vu l'importance que ces pâtes bolognaise (qu'elle avait encore tartinées sur le visage) avaient eu dans cette discussion.

-Allez, viens avec moi toi...

Sursautant par l'ordre de *** geôlier qui venait de la tirer de ses réflexions, Amélie obtempéra rapidement.
Elle le suivit dans les escaliers puis dans la chambre qui était encore fraîche du fait de l'ouverture des fenêtres durant toute la matinée.
Antoine la fit se coucher sur le lit et pour la ******** un peu plus, lui demanda d'attacher elle même ses pieds et une de ses mains, tandis qu'il attacherait la dernière.
Amélie tremblait tellement de peur de ce qui lui arriverait qu'elle avait énormément de mal à bien attacher les 3 paires de menottes aux barreaux du lit et ses membres ce qui lui valut une claque retentissante.
Enfin, honteuse, apeurée, la joue brûlante, elle tendit sa main avec réticence pour qu'il lui attache.

-A toute... lui fit Antoine en s'en allant sans lui jeter un regard.

Durant un bon moment, elle resta dans le lit, attachée, tremblant à la fois de peur et de froid.
Au fur et à mesure que le temps passait, elle ressentait une sensation étrange.
Un chatouillis chaleureux dans la région du bas-ventre.

Lorsqu'elle entendit la porte d'entrée s'ouvrir, elle était littéralement trempée et avait l'esprit ailleurs.
Les bruits de pas dans les escaliers faisaient penser à beaucoup de per***nes mais peut être *** esprit amplifiait-il ses craintes. Ils n'étaient que 3 : Antoine, Meg contre toute attente, et un jeune homme brun, plutôt beau mais d'apparence sévère.

-Alors là chapeau, tu nous l'as bien préparée la cochonne. complimenta Meg.

-Elle ne sait pas ce qu'il lui arrive, je pensais que ça serait plus drôle si tu lui expliquais, dit Antoine avec un sourire perfide.

-Pas bête. Alors ma petite Amélie, tes pâtes bolo contenaient un produit aphrodisiaque puissant pour femme, d'ailleurs, je vois que ça fait effet. Passe moi le colis !

Du colis qu'Antoine lui tendait, elle sortit un gode vibrant à télécommande et un rosebud (petit œuf en métal que l'on introduit généralement dans l'anus).
Elle humidifia le rosebud avec les sécrétions plus qu'abondantes de l'impuissante et lui inséra tout doucement dans *** petit trou.

-AIEEEEEEEE arrête, ça fait mal !!!!!
PLOP (bruit de disparition de l'objet =D)
Wouaouh ! cria-t-elle de jouissance et de douleur mêlées.

-Et attend t'as pas tout vu : on va s'amuser un peu et tu as vu, t'as du public, ça te fait pas plaisir ?

Le rouge monta au joues d'Amélie lorsqu'elle s'aperçut qu'elle se donnait vraiment en spectacle et qu'elle était condamnée à subir les volontés de Meg devant un inconnus qui profitait bien de la vue et de la situation.
D'un coup, elle se sentit déchirée : Meg lui avait rentré le gode en entier, qui était d'une taille considérable, dans sa fente trempée.
Elle était remplie des deux côtés et cela lui procurait une sensation insupportable de bien être et d'excitation (sans doute l'aphrodisiaque).

-A toi l'honneur.

Amélie tourna la tête pour voir que Meg s'adressait au nouveau venu et lui tendait la télécommande pour qu'il s'amuse un peu lui aussi.
Il actionna les commandes, augmentant tout doucement la puissance des vibrations qui commencèrent presque imperceptibles puis s'intensifiaient, faisaient vibrer l'objet métallique dans l'anus d'Amélie, puis devenaient de plus en plus forte jusqu'à la faire crier.

A cet instant, Meg retira rapidement la télécommande des mains de jeune homme.

-Attends, on va pas la laisser s'en tirer comme ça, faut pas la faire jouir tout de suite la belle, susurra-t-elle avec une voix mielleuse et un sourire carnassier.

Amélie gémit car elle savait ce que cela impliquait.
Plusieurs fois, Meg poussait la machine jusqu'à ce que l'infortunée soit au bord de la jouissance (ce qui arrivait vite avec deux objets la remplissant et l'aphrodisiaque).

-Arrête ! Fais moi jouir, je ferai n'importe quoi mais laisse moi venir !

-Ah n'importe quoi hein ? Antoine, l'appareil photo s'il te plait.

Pendant que l'intéressé allait chercher ce qui lui avait été demandé, Meg s'assit à *** bureau pour écrire un petit texte sur un morceau de papier qu'elle tendit devant Amélie pour qu'elle le lise.

-Apprends le bien, tu vas devoir le réciter devant l'appareil si tu veux que je te fasse jouir. Sinon, tu vas rester toute la nuit comme ça et on se relayera pour te ******** OK ?

-Oui, tout ce que tu veux... soupira-t-elle en désespoir.

Une fois le texte appris, l'appareil en marche, la mémoire et la batterie vérifiée, la scène pouvait commencer.

-Je, Amélie C..., déclare avoir fait tout ce que me demandait Meg B... de mon plein gré et me déclare sa propriété jusqu'à ce qu'elle me rejette ou annule cette déclaration.

-C'est dans la boite ! Merci ma belle, sur ces paroles, Meg embrassa Amélie qui pleurait doucement après ce qu'elle venait de faire pour faire cesser sa *******.

Ils s'assirent tous, puis Meg enclencha le bouton pour pousser le gode à *** maximum et le laissa ainsi de longues minutes.
Amélie jouit plusieurs fois en hurlant, se tortillant dans ses liens, pleurant, riant, perdant presque connaissance tellement certains étaient forts. Jusqu'à ce qu'elle n'en puisse plus et que Meg arrête finalement l'engin, le lui retire et la libère de ses liens.

-Va aux toilettes te retirer ce que t'as dans le cul, on t'attendra dans le salon, tu as une heure pour te laver, prendre soin de toi et te remettre.

Amélie s'en fut, honteuse des regards portés sur elle après ses jouissances publiques, sa déclaration qui la forçait dorénavant à obéir encore plus et plus longtemps et en toute légalité...
Après avoir pris une bonne douche chaude et s'être coiffée, séchée, détendue, elle retourna au salon où on l'attendait comme prévu. La lueur dans leurs yeux et le sourire sur leur lèvres n'avait rien de rassurant et présageait encore une aventure déplaisante...

Amélie arriva dans le salon après une bonne douche et vit les trois tortionnaire entrain de discuter de *** sort comme si elle n'était pas là :

« Alors on va faire quoi maintenant ? demanda Meg. Il nous reste toute la nuit pour nous amuser !

-Eh mais elle devait être à moi ! s'écria Antoine.

-T'inquiètes, t'auras ce que tu veux mais on veut s'amuser aussi...

-Et pourquoi pas une promenade ? intervint l'inconnu.

-Il est plus fourbe que nous, il faut l'avouer. Ça me plaît bien moi, Antoine, t'en dis quoi ?

-Mouais, ça peut se faire.

-Marché conclu. Toi ! dit Meg en se tournant vers Amélie qui attendait nue, les bras ballants au milieu du salon. Va dans le carton qu'on a livré hier et prends le collier et la laisse, on part en ballade. »

Effrayée par cette perspective, Amélie n'avait pourtant pas le choix et partit chercher ce qu'on lui demandait.
« Mais comment je vais me sortir de tout ça moi ? Et si on me reconnaissait dans la rue ? »
Une fois le matériel apporté, elle fut forcée de mettre *** collier et d'y attacher sa laisse et ils sortirent ainsi tous quatre, dont une nue à quatre pattes tenue en laisse, pourpre de honte et luisante d'aphrodisiaque.

Le départ fut très difficile pour notre petite infortunée : les gens la regardaient avec insistance depuis l'autre trottoir et les voitures la klaxonnaient.
Cette marche, trop lente au goût d'Amélie les mena à un petit parc peu rempli à l'heure du dîner.
Les gens la voyaient de beaucoup trop près et ouvraient des yeux ronds en voyant une femme ainsi traitée.
A un moment, un passant un peu moins vertueux que les autres demanda s'il pouvait la toucher.Comme les « maîtres » de la demoiselle l'encouragèrent, il commença à lui caresser les cheveux comme on caresserait une chienne et continua, ne voyant aucune résistance ni des maîtres ni de la chienne en question.
Les trois dominateurs amenèrent la pauvre Amélie à l'abri des buis***s afin de ne pas trop attirer l'attention mais choisirent quand même un site assez exposé pour que les voyeurs et profiteurs puissent les repérer et en tirer profit.

Au bout d'une dizaine de minutes, ils étaient trois à promener leurs mains sur elle, se faire sucer et l'un d'eux allait même s'introduire auprès de la jeune fille. Une quinzaine de per***nes se délectait du spectacle si bien que le rassemblement commençait à attirer de plus en plus de monde.
Amélie avait donc maintenant un sexe dans la bouche, un dans *** intimité et un vieil homme lui tirait sur les tétons à lui en faire mal.
Le sexe dans sa bouche l'empêchait de crier, si bien que les seuls bruits qu'on pouvait entendre étaient des gémissements étouffés et rythmés.
Lorsque les deux hommes se furent vidés dans leurs orifices attitrés, Amélie se sentait transpirante, du sperme lui coulait sur le menton vu qu'elle n'avait pu tout avaler et dégoulinait le long de ses cuisses pour goutter sur le sol.
Le vieil homme sadique allait rentrer en elle lorsque la foule se dispersa brusquement.
Deux policiers faisant leur ronde dans le parc avaient trouvé cet attroupement bizarre et s'était approchés juste à temps pour voir les deux hommes jouir en elle.
Ils avaient attendu la fin de ce spectacle et profité de la vue avant de se faire remarquer et d'interrompre le coït publique dont tout le monde s'était délecté.

« Allez, fini le spectacle, dispersez vous !

-Et vous quatre, on vous embarque, renchérit le second policier. »

Une fois au poste, Amélie toujours nue fut assise sur une serviette pour éviter de mettre de la semence plein les chaises du commissariat et les quatre jeunes durent faire face aux policiers et à la sentence qui allait tomber.
Amélie jubilait car venait enfin *** heure de vengeance et de libération, elle pourrait leur expliquer, et ils la sauveraient en exigeant la destruction de toutes les images et vidéos d'elle.

Un des policiers se mit à parler, interrompant le cours de ses victorieuses pensées :

« Bon Meg, c'est un beau morceau que tu nous amènes là, tu nous expliques ?

-C'est une longue histoire mais pour faire court, elle est à ma botte et on a décidé de s'amuser un peu en la sortant. La scène de tout à l'heure n'était pas prévu mais c'était pas mal, tu trouves pas Martin ?

-Ah ouais, fit le deuxième agent, ça pour du spectacle, tu nous étonnera toujours petite. Eh, on peut la garder pour la nuit ? Ça nous fera une incarcération pour outrage à la pudeur, et nous on s'éclatera un petit coup, c'est triste la nuit ici...

-Ah bah ok, elle est à vous, je viendrai la chercher demain matin, amusez vous bien. Ne t'inquiètes pas, tu auras d'autres occasion, soupira-t-elle en se tournant vers Antoine qui était sidéré de voir sa plus belle nuit réduite à néant. »

Pendant toute cette conversation, Amélie devenait de plus en plus blême. Les sauveteurs qu'elle espérait venaient de se transformer en un nouveau cauchemar. Ils connaissaient la fille qui l'asservissait et elle sera leur prochain jouet. Elle ne pouvait imaginer tout ce qui pouvait se passer dans un commissariat presque vide durant la nuit...

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The New House

When we decided to move house the business was booming and I found a large detached property with very large grounds on the edge of a village which was well within our budget. Although in need of extensive renovation the property seemed ideal.

I employed a firm of builders from the nearest town, the village too small to accommodate one, and a lot of the work was done before we moved in. Basically what was left to do was the construction of a third garage and renovate a couple of old barns.

Steve, the *** of one of the brothers who ran the building firm, was left to complete the work pretty much on his own, the rest of the crew moving on to another job. It meant that our work would take longer but I'd previously explained to Mr. Bailey, Steve's ******, that there was no urgency about the rest of the work so couldn't complain.

Steve, a well-built very muscular looking guy of 26, made a pass at my wife as early as the second day of being left on his own at the house. He'd flirted with her before but now the rest of the builders had departed my wife reported that the cock-sure Steve made it very clear he'd like to get inside her knickers. In fact he boasted of having plenty to offer and she wouldn't be disappointed! When Irene gave him the brush off he merely shrugged his shoulders, saying with a smile that it was her loss. My wife admitted to finding the muscular Steve very attractive and would like to take things further, but only if I approved.

The following day I looked at the long haired guy with a new eye as he worked in the sun wearing only shorts, muscles rippling on his bronzed arms and broad chest with its light covering of curly hair. I can't deny that I was turned on by the prospect of seeing him fucking my wife. So it was that I told Irene she was free to have some fun with the lad if she wanted and from her response there was little doubt in my mind that she would. My wife was practically drooling at the prospect of bedding the handsome youngster!

I suppose a few words of explanation are in order at this point in my tale.

Now 50, I've always had an interest in voyeurism and was fortunate that in marrying Irene, 49, I found someone not averse to accommodating my desires. From time to time, not often and always very discretely, Irene would have a brief fling for my benefit. Not that she didn't enjoy her extra marital interludes, far from it in fact, finding the variety of lovemaking techniques she encountered highly exciting and stimulating. But with the fear of gossip always uppermost in both our minds our activities, with two or three exceptions, were of necessity mainly short term flings well away from home.

One of the exceptions was Stuart, a student and so considerably younger than us, who became a regular visitor to the temporary and rented accommodation we were living in while the extensive renovation work was being carried out on our new property.

Admitting to being really turned on by older women, Irene in particular, the lusty Stuart fucked my wife practically every day for three month's, with me watching whenever work and other commitments permitted. The regular sex proved very stimulating and enjoyable for Irene who had sometimes lamented the infrequent opportunities for her to enjoy the discrete extra marital fun and games she'd come to love. It probably also contributed to her willingness to succumb so readily to Steve's seductions, Irene having given up her affair with Stuart only reluctantly, when we moved into the new house.

Anyway, enough of the background.

I arrived home on the Friday of the first week of his solo work at the house to be greeted by an exuberant Irene with the thrilling news that she'd enjoyed an afternoon of rampant sex with Steve, who actually fucked her three times before returning to his work minutes before I returned home. A circumstance which no doubt accounted for his smirking facial expression while I'd discussed the work with him prior to entering the house.

I was thrilled to learn he was very well endowed, Irene enthusing that Steve's penis was probably the largest she'd ever experienced!

Following his fun and games with her on Friday he could hardly contain himself on the Monday. Apparently I was hardly out of the drive before he was in the house and practically ripping my wife's knickers off to get at her! Little work was done that day and Steve made it clear that he intended bedding Irene daily for the duration of the work. No problem there, she loved every minute of it, but the affair could only be a success from my point of view if I was able to observe the action, at least occasionally.

In the past my wife's lovers have known from the outset that part of the deal is that I watch the action. A few guys have backed out at the idea of having sex with Irene in front of me and departed without further ado. Most though in fact have found it an added turn on to fuck a married woman in front of her husband, although a few have made no secret of their contempt for me.

With Steve though it was different. For some rea*** I felt nervous about revealing my compliance in his seduction of my wife, but I also found it exciting to arrive home and see the smirking Steve, knowing he'd probably spent the best part of the day fucking my wife in my own bed. It somehow excited me to think of him laughing up his sleeve at my expense. Sometimes I'd comment that it didn't look as if he'd made much progress with the work whereupon Steve explained in patronising terms that he'd encountered difficulties, the technicalities of which I wouldn't understand.

There came a time though that I dearly wanted to watch but while keeping my compliance secret from him. This was accomplished due to our new house possessing a rear balcony overlooking the fields, one of the deciding factors in our purchase, and in fact we'd made that room rather than the front our main bedroom. By this time Steve had fucked my wife all over the house, both kitchen and dining room tables seeing some action, but our bedroom remained their main venue so I had high hopes of watching them from the balcony.

Weekends were the best bet, Irene ringing Steve and inviting him over saying I would be out for a couple of hours, and Steve, despite fucking my wife five days a week, was always game for more!

So there I was on the balcony, my tense excitement augmented to a great extent by the knowledge that should my wife's lover decide he needed some fresh air and open the sliding door on to it I couldn't avoid being discovered. I was able to watch them just three times before the inevitable happened. It's the events subsequent to my being discovered that proved an eye opener, events which revealed a masochistic side of myself that up to then I'd only had vague intimations of.

(A guy called Rod had sex with Irene a few times about eight years earlier and his outright contempt of a husband who could willingly allow it to happen, and indeed masturbate while watching, served to excite rather than embarrass me. The humiliating remarks he subjected me to gave pause for thought at the time and were a forerunner to my subsequent belittlement by Steve, but I digress.)

My heart leapt into my mouth as Steve came towards the sliding door and I realised his intention. Then he was on the balcony and staring at me with disbelief written on his face. I remained in the same crouching position he'd caught me in, aware that my face was growing warm as the situation became clearer to him. My trousers open, penis out and in my hand, a hand sticky with semen, told Steve precisely what I'd been doing.

There was silence at first as I was confronted by Steve in nothing but his underpants, the naked Irene visible on the bed behind him recovering from a vigorous bout of intercourse. I had timed my own ejaculation to perfection coming at the precise moment Steve did likewise inside my wife.

"Hell's bell's!" he exclaimed at last. "You must be one of those wimps who get off on seeing other guys fucking your wife."

The tension was broken by his laughter before Steve commented that he couldn't understand how any guy could enjoy seeing the things he'd just done to mine. I assured Steve that I really did enjoy what I'd seen, stammering somewhat as I said that I hoped my deceit in spying on them hadn't put him off and he'd continue to fuck my wife until the building work was complete, adding that Irene found his lovemaking really satisfying.

"Hardly surprising if that's all you've got to offer," he sneered, poking my penis with his toe. "And what makes you think it will end when the building work does. Your missus is a damn good fuck and as she can't get enough of my cock I'll be happy to continue servicing her for you. You're obviously too much of a wimp to satisfy her yourself."

Grinning, he took me by the ear to drag me, still on my knees, into the room. I had to literally crawl behind him and it was a procedure that set the tone for our future relationship, and one which I acquiesced without thinking, shuffling along in his wake.

Steve was plainly enjoying himself now as he towered over me, clearly relishing the unexpected, not to say unusual, position he found himself in. He then said the words which sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Steve told me that when he had my wife tomorrow he'd tie me to a chair beside the bed so I'd be ****** to watch their lovemaking at close quarters but be unable to play with myself or intervene if I didn't like what I saw. Intervention would be out of the question in any case as he pointed out, I'd hardly be a match for the fit and muscular guy grinning down at me.

"For now though you can piss off and leave us in peace, I think your wife's ready for more cock."

"Hm, yes please." Irene murmured.

While I was pulling my trousers up Steve removed his underpants and I stared at his penis in disbelief. Perhaps I needed to humiliate myself further because I groaned, gasping, "God it's huge!"

"Yea by the time I've finished with Irene's cunt your little boys willy will get lost in there." Steve jeered, shepherding me towards the door, his mighty penis swaying between his thighs.

"Piss off and wash my van," he added as an afterthought, pushing me out onto the landing.

Irene's laughter joined his as I stumbled down the stairs. I felt totally humiliated by my wife's lover but also realised it was exactly what I wanted, perhaps needed, and set to with a will, cleaning his van both inside and out. I even vacuumed the mats to leave it spotless, my toil merely arousing Steve's contempt when he eventually came out ready to go.

The following day I wholeheartedly went along with Steve's plan of tying me up, not that I had any choice in the matter, and spent a very frustrating hour or so watching their lovemaking while unable to masturbate. Afterwards I was sent outside to clean his car, Steve having arrived in a different vehicle presumably to take advantage of my subservience.

The only disadvantage was that the building work took longer, considerably longer, than originally estimated. Inevitably Mr Bailey put the price up accordingly, telling me that Steve reported encountering unexpected difficulties, although from the wink I happened to see him give his *** I felt pretty sure he knew the real rea***.

It quickly became apparent that domination gave Steve a real buzz, as previously unknown to him as the depths of my own masochism had been to me, and he explored and exploited the situation to the full.

Following the initial van and car cleaning Steve made it a regular Saturday occurrence, finding it hilarious to spend the afternoons screwing my wife while I cleaned his vehicles thoroughly, both inside and out. Sunday became the only time I was permitted to watch their lovemaking, as by this time Steve was fucking my wife every single day, leaving her satiated and with no interest in having any sort of sex with me. My frustration was a source of great amusement for Steve who always tied me up so that I was unable to masturbate while watching them. Releasing me he threw my wife's knickers to me.

"Go and toss yourself off in the bathroom wimp. Wrap your wife's panties round your cock; it's the closest you'll get to her cunt for a long long time." Steve taunted.

I dashed from the room desperate to do just that, his jeering laughter following me to the bathroom.

This was an angle I hadn't bargained for but found it incredibly exciting, arousing, words seem inadequate to describe my feelings, to be dominated, humiliated and indeed punished by this young guy who was enjoying daily sex sessions with my wife. I suppose we were lucky in that our hitherto ******** desires complemented one another.

*********** became the name of the game as the following will illustrate.

One day I arrived home to find Steve digging a trench. He ordered me to carry on with the work, saying he was going inside to get my wife to suck his cock and balls before giving her a good fucking.

"The second of the day," he grinned. "I gave Irene a good shafting soon after you went off to work this morning."

I rolled my sleeves up, glad to know that our detached house was sufficiently secluded to prevent neighbours or passers by witnessing my activities. While I worked I could hear laughter coming from the house and eventually a nude Steve appeared on the balcony. After a few seconds Irene also came out, still in her underwear, and kneeling took Steve's penis between her lips. When she transferred her attention to his testicles I paused to watch, excited by the greedy way she sucked his balls into her mouth.

Steve shouted down telling me to get on with the work but then distracted me further by lifting Irene to her feet and removing the rest of her clothing. Propelling her to the front of the balcony Steve was deliberately flaunting my naked wife at me, knowing full well I hadn't had sex with for over two months.

"Come on put your back into it, I want that trench finished by the time I come back." he shouted.

Watching as I resumed my toil, he laughed uproariously.

"Your wife's on the bed now, legs wide open ready for me, her cunt mine for the taking. While your working up a sweat digging I shall be doing the same but mine will be due to the exertion of fucking her," he taunted.

I had been erect since first seeing Irene on the balcony and despite my toils on the trench my erection remained, stoked up by the noise of pounding bedsprings and my wife's happy yells and cries.

When Steve returned outside and cast his eye over the trench he commented that I hadn't made much progress.

"You haven't done as a good a job on my trench as I have on your wife. I've left her shagged out on the bed, cunt gaping and my spunk dribbling from it."

I apologised, explaining that I wasn't used to manual labour, and found myself thoroughly enjoying the grovelling role.

"Well I'm off now and expect to find the trench finished when I return in the morning, so you'd better get on with it. Your wife's looking forward to another good pounding from my cock so I don't want to waste time finishing off your shoddy work." Steve told me.

Apologising again I told Steve I'd do my best to get the trench finished to his liking.

"You'd better or I might have to take my belt to your bare arse, you snivelling little worm," he snarled. "Irene's only too pleased to have a real man taking care of her needs in place of a wanker like you."

Steve departed laughing happily and I resumed my digging. The work took most of the evening and following a shower I collapsed on the bed exhausted, falling asleep within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.

Next morning I was depositing my briefcase in the car when Steve pulled up in his van. I had an early meeting but Steve insisted that I accompany him on an inspection of the trench before leaving.

"Good, you got it finished."

There was a triumphant note in his voice.

"It took him all evening and he was flaked out afterwards. Hubby lacks your stamina darling." Irene told him, her hand on Steve's bottom.

"Was he too tired to bother you with demands for sex then?"

"God yes, he was absolutely shattered. Anyway hubby knows it's your incredible cock I want, not his shrivelled up little thing."

"Finally got the message has he." Steve smirked, sliding his arm round her waist.

He knows I sometimes make sexual overtures to Irene and humiliatingly also knows she invariably repulses them.

"It would only have taken me fifteen minutes to finish that little trench," he told me contemptuously when I displayed my blistered hands, thinking perhaps to elicit his sympathy.

Explaining about the meeting I asked if I could go and he replied,

"Yes bugger off, and while you're pounding down the motorway you can think about me back here pounding your wife's cunt. I bet it's already wet in anticipation."

"It is and I didn't bother with any underwear thinking it a waste of time." Irene confirmed much to his delight.

"Doesn't look as if you'll be getting it anytime soon," he jeered when we parted company at the front door, me to embark on a long boring motorway journey, Steve to follow Irene to the bedroom.

"I fucked your wife three times yesterday and she still wants more, but not from you," he taunted.

Steve's sexual appetite was amazing and at times seemed insatiable. For instance one Saturday morning he arrived early and literally pulled me out of bed to take my place beside Irene, having his own house key by this time. Barely awake I heard him telling me to clear off and wait downstairs; he'd give me a shout when they were ready for breakfast.

"Wont be for a while though, your wife needs a good fucking first."

When I carried their breakfast tray up an hour or so later Irene was in the bathroom.

"Your wife's cunt has become very much a home from home for my cock," he taunted as I served his breakfast. "She can't get enough of it. You can clear off out now."

"But I've got paper work to do here." I protested.

"Don't argue, just piss off and leave me in peace to enjoy Irene's services. If you're not out of here in sixty seconds I'll give you a thrashing to remember."

At that I scurried away, Steve's derisive laughter following me down the stairs.

It's quite impossible to describe the sensations involved in such activities as being ****** to kneel beside the bed with my arms behind my back, wrists tied tightly to ankles, and made to watch Steve and Irene having sex. To see his broad backside heaving up and down, the downward movements corresponding to wild, ecstatic cries from my wife beneath him and the upward movement corresponding to her long drawn out sighs, was incredible arousing while at the same time frustrating.

Even the look of contempt on Steve's face when he cast glances my way added to the excitement and I found myself revelling in my ignominious position, hoping their fun and games continued for a long, long time to come.

I revelled in Steve's open contempt and found myself hoping for more and was rarely disappointed, the culmination of their intercourse invariably bringing more scathing remarks my way as he heaved himself off an almost delirious Irene and wiped his smelly penis over my face. They would regularly leave me still tied and grovelling on the bedroom floor while taking a joint shower or bath.

The building work was finally completed but not Steve's affair with Irene. The long haired, muscular youngster continues to fuck my wife daily while subjecting me to various punishments and ***********s, regularly spanking me in front of her to demonstrate and reinforce his dominance.

One Saturday Steve told, nay ordered me, to follow him on a tour of our somewhat neglected garden. At a large tree right at the end of my property, the hedge bordering fields, he called a halt.

"This will do nicely. See this area next to the tree; I want it cleared of all weeds and rubbish by evening." Steve told me, indicating the overgrown ground beside the thick old tree trunk.

"But my brother and his family are due to visit this afternoon." I protested.

"You'd better put them off then, unless you want your brother to find me shagging the arse off his sister in law," he grinned.

Ignoring my protests Steve merely reiterated his instructions.

"Stop whinging and get on with it. You're hot and randy wife's keeping the bed warm for me and my cock's eager to take up its rightful place inside her cunt."

With no idea of why he wanted the ground cleared I started on the work, pausing after an hour to go back to the house and phone my brother and tell him something had come up and his visit would have to be postponed. With my wife's shrieks of joy emanating from the bedroom, Steve was plainly fucking her, I had to cut the call short fearful that my brother might hear.

The ground clearance proved hard, back breaking work for one unused to manual labour and took most of the day to complete, Steve only allowing me to take one very short break for lunch.

It was on the Sunday that I discovered the reason for the ground clearance when Steve told me to collect a rug and follow them to the tree.

What happened next soon became one of Steve's favourite activities and, to my shame, one of mine. He told me to stand facing the tree where I passively allowed him to tie my wrists together on the far side of it so that in effect I was embracing the tree. The mocking laugh which accompanied his words when Steve said that I could rub myself off against the tree while a real man had fun with my wife did indeed provoke an erection.

By craning my neck somewhat painfully I was just able to see them sporting on the rug which he'd spread out on the patch of ground I'd cleared. I did indeed indulge in the ignominious act of rubbing myself against the tree whilst watching Steve strip my wife naked before undressing himself. But then he returned to my side of the tree and I writhed helplessly as he ****** my trousers and underpants down. I could only stand in helpless anticipation, realising his intention, while he then searched for a suitable stick.

With Irene remaining on the rug, legs apart deliberately flaunting herself at me, her lover began beating my exposed buttocks with the stick. The blows, growing more and more vicious, were accompanied by insults and taunts about what he was going to do to Irene. How he was going to fuck my wife on the rug and give her the satisfaction she craves and needs but has never got from me. With my screams of pain and helplessness ringing out I realised why Steve had selected the most remote spot for my ground clearance, the tree being as far away as possible from our nearest neighbours.

The beating over, an highly excited Steve quickly mounted my wife and Irene's ecstatic yell as his penis drove into her matched my own cries of pain earlier. He was fucking her with a rapidity that took my breath away and to my undying shame I rubbed myself off against the tree as I watched his backside pumping up and down, up and down between my wife's thighs.

Afterwards I had to listen to Steve's sneers and jeers when he released me from the tree and saw what I'd done, Irene humiliatingly joining in his laughter.

"I never need to toss myself off like you," he taunted. "I can have your wife whenever I want, her cunt's mine for the exclusive use of, isn't that right Irene?"

"Of course darling, I'll spread my legs for your lovely big cock anytime you want."

Her reply delighted Steve while serving as a further reminder of my helplessness to put a stop to their affair even if I wanted to.

He went off towards the house saying he was going to join Irene in the shower, leaving me to rub my aching limbs, my neck in particular stiff and aching from straining to see around the tree.

Reaching the house in my turn I couldn't even get in, the bastard had locked me out, and when I knocked seeking admittance merely stuck his head out a window and told me to piss off or be quiet otherwise he'd take his belt to my already painful bottom.

A rather cold, overcast day in mid October, Steve again led me to the tree where as usual I allowed myself to be secured to it. Resisting the powerfully built youngster, by now my Master in every way would have been pointless anyway.

For once Irene wasn't with us and when Steve pulled my trousers and underpants down I just expected the usual beating before a return to the warm house, the weather looking too inclement to hang about outdoors. It all seemed a bit pointless to me and I couldn't see any sense in bringing me out, he might just as well have punished me inside, and I even remonstrated to Steve about it. He merely laughed though.

"Right," he grinned, eying me tied to the tree, trousers and underpants down around my knees. "I'm going back to the house now to have some fun with your wife. You'll receive your just deserts in due course."

Tied helplessly to the tree I had no idea of the passage of time but it was boring and growing increasingly cold. In fact I'd felt a couple of spots of rain by the time I heard Steve approaching through the undergrowth.

"Well, well, what have we here?"

I was horrified. It wasn't Steve's voice and for a moment I couldn't imagine who it could be. When he moved into my line of sight though I recognised the burly and bearded figure of Mr Bailey, Steve's ******. My horror deepened when I saw him undoing a fearsome looking belt and heard him say, "While my lads fucking the arse of your missus I'm going to flay yours with my belt."

"No!" I gasped.

"And can you guess what I'm going to do next?"

"No." I murmured, aware of Mr Bailey flexing his belt in readiness to deliver the first blow.

"By the time I've finished thrashing your arse my lad should have finished fucking your missus so I'm going up to the house and take a turn with her."

"God no, you swine. No, no." I shouted, my voice rising to a scream when his belt cut into my buttocks.

"Oh yes," he jeered. "Me and the lad are going to spend the afternoon taking turns with your wife, while you're all trussed up out here. Between us we're going to give the little lady a fucking to remember."

I was pleading with him to release me and leave us alone, even humiliating myself further by offering Mr Bailey money, but he merely laughed and continued the beating. By the time he paused I was screaming almost continuously, the beating far more painful than anything Steve had subjected me to.

"Your wife's addicted to big cocks now after months of regular fucking from my lad so your tiny little thing's of no use to her." Mr Bailey told me, back in full view again.

Unzipping he lowered his grubby looking jeans and produced a penis the size of which made me gasp, and it wasn't even erect!

"Another half dozen blows and then I'm going to go and see how your wife likes the feel of this up her cunt," he said, waving his penis at me.

"God no. It's huge!" I yelled. "Leave her alone."

"What and disappoint Irene, your wife's gagging for it. When Steve told her my cock's even bigger than his the slut begged him to bring me along, and from what he's told me about her I'm looking forward to giving the whore a good fucking."

"What!" I exclaimed. "Does Irene know about this?"

"Of course," he jeered. "And she also knows I'm out here tanning your arse while she's enjoying Steve's services. According to him your wife can't get enough cock so we're gonna treat her as our own personal whore, cheaper than paying for it; in fact we might charge you to keep quiet about things!"

I yelled, both in pain and frustration, when he continued the beating.

"When we've finished with Irene's cunt your little cock will get lost in there," he jeered. "Your wife won't even be able to feel it inside by the time we've opened her up."

To my shame I was sobbing by the time he'd finished and barely aware of his departure. I was alone, but not for long.

"Did my old man show you his cock and tell you what he was going to do with it?"

Steve's voice in my ear made me jump as I hadn't heard him approach, my mind going over and over Mr Bailey's words.

"Yes." I murmured, "Tell me it isn't true."

Steve laughed and slapped my bottom making me wince.

"You know it's true. At this precise minute I should think the old fellah's fucking your wife and really giving her what for." Steve taunted. "He's done a good job on your arse too; it's all red and raw."

His mouth close to my ear Steve hissed, "My old man's up in your bedroom fucking your wife, something he'll be doing a lot in future. We'll be taking turns with her."

I groaned and he laughed, jeering, "Resign yourself to it wimp. While you're playing with your little boys cock real men will be pounding your wife's cunt, she's ours to use as we see fit. It's coming on to rain so I'm going back to the house to see if the slut likes threesomes. You might as well hang around here thinking about Irene sucking my cock while the old fellah fucks her."

Laughing at his supposed wit Steve ran back towards the house leaving me tied to the tree in the increasingly heavy downpour.

My anguish, physical from the rain stinging and reigniting the pain of my ******** buttocks, and mental from wondering what the men would be doing to Irene, was intense. Mr Bailey had made it plain he wouldn't countenance any refusal or resistance from Irene, should she have changed her mind.

"Not that I expect any resistance, she likes cock too much for that, but come what may I'm going to fuck the bitch whether she wants it or not. I'll **** the tart if need be and unless you want your life story out in the open you'll keep quiet about it. From what Steve told me your wife's had more pricks than a pin cushion so one more wont make any difference."

Still pondering Mr Bailey's parting words I hardly noticed the rain had eased off when he was suddenly by my side again.

"I don't need to tell you where that's been," he jeered, flaunting his flaccid but huge looking penis at me.

"I've just had your wife." Mr Bailey went on triumphantly. " She's an incredibly good fuck, my lad was right, I'm definitely going to be having lots more of her cunt."

"No, no." I yelled when he slapped my bottom. "Leave us alone."

"I don't think so," he chuckled. "My lad's giving it to her again now and when he's finished I'm going to take another turn."

Suddenly thrusting his hand between my thighs Mr Bailey grabbed my testicles.

"Another peep out of you and I'll give your useless little balls a good hard squeeze," he snarled, applying a little pressure as he did so, just enough to make me beg him to desist.

"Your wife's ours to use as we see fit and don't you forget it." Mr Bailey snarled and with that he'd gone, the rain was coming on again.

It was Steve who came to taunt me next.

"My old man's thoroughly enjoying himself today, both fucking your wife and having some fun with you," he said, untying me from the tree.

Released from the uncomfortable position after so long I collapsed on the wet ground at the smiling Steve's feet.

"The old fellah said it was a good day when we got this contract and to tell you he'll be a regular visitor from now on."

I groaned, seeing Mr Bailey approaching.

"That's right, the wimp's wife is our plaything to do as we want with," he jeered.

He was again undoing his jeans and I cowered on the ground when he said,

"Let's see how the bastard likes the taste of my cock now it's been hard up his wife's cunt. Come on numpty lick it clean."

I made no move so Steve knelt and ****** my face into contact with his ******* testicles. ****** and *** were laughing as Mr Bailey's penis and balls were rubbed back and forth across my face until Steve ****** my mouth open and I had no choice but to accept the penis between my lips. With the men jeering and exchanging contemptuous remarks about me I licked and sucked Mr Bailey's penis.

I was then ****** to enact the same scenario with Steve, licking and sucking his penis also.

"Remember what we planned? I'm ready when you are ***." Mr Bailey said.

"Right, let's relieve ourselves." Steve replied.

A stream of urine from Mr Bailey's penis hit me on the chest, soaking through my already sodden shirt, before he directed it onto my face. With Steve joining in I did nothing but grovel whimpering at their feet, ****** and *** laughing jubilantly as they urinated on me, both making sure to soak my face.

"Go and see how we've left your wife, shagged out on the bed." Steve said finally, shaking the last drops of urine onto my face.

"Yea, your missus has been well and truly fucked today." Mr Bailey jeered. "Between us we've fucked her 4 times and really opened her cunt up."

Zipping up ****** and *** moved off, Mr Bailey pausing to shout back,

"Just so as you know, I'm coming back tomorrow for some more, and the next day, and the next. I'm gonna use your wife like a slut, fucking her whenever I feel like it. In fact we both are and there's nothing you can do to stop us, your wife wants our cocks as much as we want her juicy cunt."

The men went on their way laughing merrily and I made my way somewhat painfully to the house. They were right! Irene lay flaked out on the bed, legs flung wide, vagina gaping open, and the lips looking red and swollen. Her thighs were a mass of small bruises and I thought at first she'd been taken violently, particularly as she was crooning softly to herself.

"Sorry for letting you in for that, I couldn't stop them." I mumbled my apologies.

"Oh but it was fantastic." Irene smiled up at me. "Two huge cocks, one after the other, I've never experienced anything like it. Or so many orgasms!"

Clearly embarrassed to see me staring hungrily between her thighs my wife rolled over onto her tummy and I was shocked to see teeth marks all over her buttocks.

"Who did that?"

"Steve added a couple but most are his *******." Irene told me. "He also licked and kissed my anus, it was heavenly. But you're all wet and smelly."

I told Irene everything that had been done to me, including the men urinating over me, but if I expected any sympathy and concern, was sadly mistaken. She merely laughed!

Confirming that Mr Bailey would indeed be returning tomorrow, and hopefully for a long time to come, Irene told me that it excited her to be the men's sex slave.

"I've agreed to be their slut, to use whenever and however they want." Irene giggled.

With the passing months my sexual deprivation served as a constant source of amusement for ****** and ***. It wasn't that my wife refused, or didn't want to have sex with me but due to at least one; often the pair of them, fucking her daily, and anything up to 4 times a day, Irene was left satiated and fully satisfied. Far more so than I could ever hope to satisfy her as Mr Bailey took great pleasure in regularly reminding me.

I would often be banished from the house on their arrival, Mr Bailey in particular usually sending me on my way with a variety of contemptuous remarks.

"Close the door on your way out numpty, a real man's here to take care of your wife now." Typical of them.

However, from time to time he made me stay so as to witness Irene's pleasure at his hands. My wife's ecstatic yells and screams echoing round the house while the guy fucked her invariably made me cringe, I knew as he did that she'd never responded so vociferously with me.

"Your wife's mine now as far as sex is concerned," he jeered.

Mr Bailey also gloatingly told me, as I'd already realised myself, that Irene would never again be content with my little penis.

"With 2 big cocks pounding her cunt day after day your wife will never have any more use for your pathetic little thing," he taunted, adding. "By the time we've finished with her, your wife's cunt will be open house for any big cock that comes her way, the tart will drop her knickers for anything in trousers."

Whereas Steve's *********** and punishment of me had been carried out in a relatively light-hearted manner, just as an added extra to his main interest in having sex with my wife, Mr Bailey proved far more malicious in his dealings with me. In fact I sometimes thought he derived as much pleasure in the punishment and *********** of me as he did in fucking Irene!

A shaven headed, moustachioed guy, Mr Bailey always insisted on his surname being used in my dealings with him and never allowed me to address him by his Christian name. Forty eight when his fun and games with us began, Mr Bailey could be very sadistic at times, seeming to take malicious pleasure in humiliating and belittling me in front of my wife. He encouraged his *** to join in the derision of me, regularly making me grovel on the floor at their feet listening to the scorn and contempt they enjoyed heaping on me. Irene found it highly entertaining, even encouraging the men in their abasement of me, much to Mr Bailey's joy and my own sense of ***********.

"I'm going to ***** you down to the depths of degradation and then some, you snivelling worm," he snarled one day. "Your wife's our property to do as we want with now, to use her cunt whenever we want."

Once a week Mr Bailey made a point of spanking and whipping me in front of Irene, a *********** I actually grew to love! Afterwards I would sometimes be ordered to insert his penis inside my wife's vagina, Mr Bailey remarking one day that it must make a change to have a decent sized cock in my hand instead of my own little thing.

Sometimes he would order me to masturbate while he fucked Irene, something else I was only too happy to do as I watched his massive penis drilling in and out of my wife, his sneers and jeers doing nothing to dampen my ardour.

"A schoolboy's cap and short trousers for you from now on Noddy." Mr Bailey told me one day, handing me the said items.

"Yea, you've only got a little boy's cock so you might as well wear little boy's clothes whenever real men are here to take care of Irene," a smiling Steve added.

From then on I was expected to dress as a little boy in short trousers, school tie and blazer, with a school cap on my head whenever either of the men were in the house. Any neglect on my part to don the required attired would result in a caning, particularly severe when administered by Mr Bailey, so I had no choice but to adopt the humiliating role of schoolboy.

One day I was made to stand in the corner of the bedroom facing the wall with a dunces cap on my head, and orders not to look round. I must have stood there for well over 2 hours, fully erect thoughout, while I listened to my wife's ecstatic cries ringing out as the 2 men enjoyed themselves with her.

Irene's shrieks and cries had, by this time, become very familiar, daily echoing around the house as one or other of the big men fucked her.

Nearly every time he visited Mr Bailey ordered me to lick his penis, chiefly after he'd fucked Irene, intent on displaying his mastery over me to her.

Then came the day I was ordered to strip naked whereupon Mr Bailey tied my wrists together behind my back while Steve secured my ankles. Completely helpless I was then carried to the bathroom and placed, non to gently, into the empty bath.

"Hope you stocked up with the cans of beer we ordered." Steve said.

"Yes, there are lots in the fridge."

"Good. We're now going back downstairs to ***** and have some fun with Irene. When our bladders are full to bursting we'll come back and empty them on you." Mr Bailey informed me.

Well I've been urinated on a few times by now but his next words made me squirm and protest vehemently.

"We shall bring Irene with us so she can watch while we piss all over you. Show your wife what a total wimp you are, how you're under our thumb, our slave to command." Mr Bailey sneered, Steve jeering, "What a turd, what a tosser, just standing by while other guys fuck your missus."

Of course my protests went unheeded, ****** and *** departed laughing. I was left contemplating Mr Bailey's words, shattered that they intended to humiliate me thus in front of Irene.

Periodically while laying helplessly in the bath I heard bursts of laughter coming up from the lounge.

Time passed very slowly to my tormented mind but eventually the men returned and my heart sank to see Irene with them, perhaps I'd hoped she might refuse to come. They were all naked and the sight of my wife's body, the many love bites on her bottom and bruises on her thighs, testifying to much vigorous lovemaking over the months, prompted the inevitable erection followed by their also inevitable scorn.

"Look at hubby's tiny little cock Irene; even with a hard on it's barely 3 inches." Steve jeered, flaunting his massive penis at me.

My wife smiled and ran her fingers lovingly along the length of his penis.

"Still you don't have any need or use for his tiny cock nowadays do you love?" Mr Bailey said leering at me as he took one of my wife's breasts in his hand. "Now you've got our big cocks to play with you never need bother with his again."

My wife, who now had an arm around each of their waists as they stood in a row beside the bath looking down at me, smiled at Mr Bailey and said, "You're right, it's a pathetically small little thing. I can't imagine how I could ever have got any pleasure from it inside me. Not like your lovely big cocks."

The men laughed while I cringed at Irene's willingness to join in their *********** of me.

"I hope the pair of you are going to continue fucking me for many years to come. You know it's what I need and I'll do anything you want." Irene murmured, now cradling their balls in her hands.

The men's laughter had a distinctly triumphant ring to it now before Mr Bailey leant over to hiss, "Now you've heard it from her own lips wimp, your wife will open her legs for us anytime. Some of our mates will also be sampling her cunt before we're done."

He straightened up again, grinning smugly as he looked down at me. If he had wanted to demonstrate his power over me he had certainly succeeded. It was plain that my wife had become their plaything to use as they saw fit, just as he'd predicted all those months ago.

A jeering Mr Bailey began urinating over me, his *** quickly joining in, and my *********** was compounded by Irene's willingness, nay eagerness, to hold the 2 big cocks and direct the streams of urine over my body. Following Mr Bailey's instruction she made sure to thoroughly soak my face, the men's triumphant laughter ringing out as I twisted and turned in vain to avoid the streams of hot pee cascading onto me. Of course I closed my eyes, both to avoid the pee and to shut out the sight of the men's gloating faces, but it went up my nose and, as I spluttered, also into my mouth much to their delight.

The twin streams dwindled to a trickle, Irene shaking the last few drops down onto me, and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was over. The relief was short lived though. I was horrified to see the men lift my wife up and hold her over the side of the bath, legs wide apart. Then she too urinated over me, the direction inevitably more wayward than the men's, but my sense of ignominy and *********** at her willingness to play a part in their torment of me knew no bounds.

"You might as well have a good look at your wife's cunt now you've got the opportunity." Steve jeered.

"Yea, have a good look at what you're not getting wimp." Mr Bailey sneered, joining in the mockery. "Your wife's cunt is ours to use whenever we want. Isn't that right Irene?"

"Of course darling. Leave him now and take me to the bedroom, I want to feel your lovely big cocks inside me again."

Laughing triumphantly, ****** and *** carried her from the room, Mr Bailey looking back to taunt, "We're both going to fuck your wife now while you lay there stinking in our piss. I'll leave the door open so you hear Irene's shrieks while we give it to her."

He was certainly right there although I would have heard my wife's yells and cries even if all doors had been closed!

When Steve's visits stopped due to a relationship developing with a girl his own age I had hopes that Mr Bailey would also cease to plague us, or rather me, as Irene had no problem with his attentions. Just the opposite in fact!

It wasn't to be though. Mr Bailey, he continued to insist on the prefix Mr whenever I addressed him, turned out to be a divorcee who prior to his fun and games with Irene had regularly visited prostitutes.

"Don't need to pay for it anymore though," he gloated when telling me this. "I can use your wife whenever I get the urge."

Seeing me biting my lip, Mr Bailey went on, "That's right your wife's my own private prostitute to use as I see fit and with the added bonus of being free! Mind you I might share her with a few selected mates. Could even make a few quid by hiring her out."

He laughed at my protests.

"In fact it's a ****** good idea. I can make some money from your wife opening her legs for a load of blokes. We both know she's nothing but a whore. As long as the slut's got a big fat cock inside her she doesn't care who's on the end of it."

He was as good as his word, unfortunately!

Over the next few months I became used to Mr Bailey arriving with friends, friends who would invariably be introduced to me as the cuckold husband. He always made sure I witnessed the transaction when the guy, or sometimes guys, in question handed him the money to have sex with Irene.

"Nice little earner for me, your wife's cunt," he gloated one day waving a wad of notes in my face, with 3 guys sitting in the lounge watching a football match on television while waiting their turn, a fourth upstairs with Irene. "Twenty quid a time, but at least they're getting it unlike you!"

One day Mr Bailey arrived in one of the firms small trucks. Nothing unusual there as, following Steve's example, he often used me to clean the firms vehicles. On this occasion though the brother who runs the building firm with him was seated beside Mr Bailey.

I approached in some trepidation when Mr Bailey shouted to me, not relishing being humiliated in front of his brother. He told me to unload the wood, planks and such like, and carry it into the larger of my two barns.

"What for?"

"Don't ask questions wimp; just do as you're told." Mr Bailey snapped, his brother grinning at my discomfort.

The brother was introduced as Eric, at forty five a bit younger than Mr Bailey.

"This is the wimp I told you about." Mr Bailey said as introduction.

"What the guy who can't satisfy his wife so you do the business for him?"

"Yea, me and a lot of other blokes. Pathetic isn't he."

With the brothers laughing I hurriedly began unloading and carrying the materials into the barn, keen to escape their scorn. Eventually everything had been transported inside, my work overseen by the lounging, grinning brothers.

"Eric's involved with the carpentry side of the business." Mr Bailey told me. "He's going to construct a couple of things in the barn and you can help out as his lackey. Meanwhile I'm going over to the house and give your wife another good fucking."

He turned away laughing and Eric set to work.