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Chris and Chloe Ch. 01

By: Robsound



Chris and Chloe were recently married. They were both in their mid twenties and had led fairly sheltered lives, having dated each other for eighteen months before marrying, they were both rather straight laced, to the point of being boring.

They had, of course, had sex before they got married, they weren't weird, but their sex lives both before and after marriage were completely vanilla, to the extent that Chris had never even gone down on Chloe and she had only once given him a blow job, when she had been a little tipsy, and even then she withdrew her mouth at the last moment and got his jism all over her fingers, which she found disgusting. She at once vowed, silently, never to let her mouth go near his penis again.

One Saturday evening, the loving couple were cuddling on the sofa listening to some mellow music and drinking wine left over from dinner. Chris had sex on his mind, so he was gently stroking the side of Chloe's left breast. Chloe was also thinking about sex, but in a different way to her husband, and she had her hand resting on his left leg and because she wanted to tackle a subject she was a little nervous about, she was tentatively stroking the top of his thigh.

"Chris darling, I need to talk to you about something and I'm a bit nervous about it."

Suddenly there was tension between them and all stroking ceased.

"What is it sweetheart, you can cay anything to me, do I need to be worried?" He suddenly thought that she might be pregnant.

"So, I'm going to start with a confession," Chris assumed she was having an affair and was feeling slightly sick, "I'm reading Fifty Shades of Grey."

"Oh thank God! I thought you were going to tell me that you were having an affair!"

"Why would you think that? I would never do that, it's just that I feel guilty about reading a dirty book." She confessed.

"Is it dirty?" Chris asked, feeling relieved, and getting his mind quickly back to sex.

"Well, it's quite tasteful, but the thing is, I find some parts a little bit arousing, and while I do feel a bit guilty about that, it has also started me thinking about us."

"What do you mean 'about us'?" Chris asked, somewhat intrigued.

"About our sex lives together." She answered, feeling more and more nervous.

"Go on."

"Well, we are a bit boring in our sex life, don't you think? I mean, we don't do anything even a bit kinky, do we?" Chloe suggested, feeling even more nervous.

"I suppose that's true, but I always enjoy what we do, and I thought you did too." Chris said, sounding a little hurt.

"Oh I do enjoy it, only..."

"Only what?"

"I got turned on reading the book. I don't fantasise about sex when we are making love, or ever, in fact, but I've discovered that there are kinky things which turn me on, so now I want to know what turns me on. You're a man, so I assume you have fantasies, all men do don't they?"

"I guess they do, yes, and I do sometimes." Chris confessed.

"So you have fantasies and I have no idea what they are. I'm your wife, don't you think I should know?"

"I guess so." Chris agreed, reluctantly.

The idea of Chloe knowing what he fantasised about when he was masturbating horrified Chris. She didn't even know that he masturbated!

"I want to know what you think about when you masturbate." Chloe announced, feeling very nervous about her husband's reaction.

"Oh shit!" Chris exploded

"Did you think I didn't know that you jack yourself off into my knickers after I've worn them? I don't mind at all, I think it's rather sweet, but I want to know what turns you on so you can enjoy me more. I also want to find out what turns me on, don't you want to know that?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then when we both know, we can decide what to do about our fantasies, there might be some that we share."

"Ok, so how do you want to do this?" Chris asked, warming to the idea a little.

"Why don't we try to list all the possible fantasies, then we could put them on slips of paper, and pull them out of a bag or something." Chloe suggested.

"Ok, then what?"

"We could each talk about the fantasy, say whether it turned us on or not, then maybe try it out. What do you think?" Chloe asked hesitantly.

"I think that sounds like a brilliant idea. I think we should have a couple of ground rules."

"Like what?"

"Firstly, honesty and openness are essential. Second, no judging, third, no-one will be forced to do anything."

"That sounds good to me, I can't wait to start, I'll get some slips of paper." Chloe said, running off excitedly.

Chris was already anticipating trying out some of his fantasies. Maybe a threesome with one of Chloe's friends.

"I've just had a thought," Chloe announced, "if we just sit here writing hundreds of fantasies it won't be much fun. Why don't we just do a first one, then we can research and add during the week?"

"Sounds good to me, what have you in mind for our first fantasy?"

"Well, when I got aroused reading the book, Grey was spanking the girl's bare bottom, so I thought we should talk about spanking." Chloe suggested.

"Ok, let's talk about spanking and being spanked, but first I'll open another bottle of wine."

"Good idea, it'll relax us."

Chris brought a second bottle of Pinot from the fridge, and as he unscrewed the cap it occurred to him that , as far as he could remember, they had never drunk two bottles of wine in an evening. Another thing occurred to him as he poured the wine, which was that he was excited about what they were about to do, nervous about revealing his secret fantasies, but mostly excited about where the revelations might take them.

Chloe raised her glass in the air, and looked expectantly at her husband.

"Here's to our fantasies, and wherever they may take us." The couple clinked glasses.

"May we approach every adventure with completely open minds" Chris toasted.

"I'll drink to that!" Chloe responded.

Both Chris and Chloe put down their empty glasses and started kissing ravenously. Chris groped and massaged his horny wife's left breast, while she squeezed and rubbed his genitals through his jeans. They attacked each other for several minutes before Chloe broke away.

"Wow!" Chris exclaimed, "just talking about, talking about our fantasies has got us this turned on, shall we get started, or just go to bed?"

"I'll start, since it was my idea." Chloe insisted.

"Ok, spanking and being spanked, what are your thoughts?"

"Well, the idea of being spanked obviously arouses me, as I got wet reading about it. What I don't know is whether I would get more aroused by actually being over your knee with your hand whacking my bare bottom, or be completely turned off by the pain."

Chloe found admitting to being aroused by the idea of being spanked incredibly exciting and also liberating. She was feeling a new confidence that she could talk to her husband about anything.

"That's being spanked, but what about spanking?"

"You mean me spanking you? I hadn't thought about that. I suppose I might enjoy it. What about you, it's your turn to spill the beans."

"I think I would enjoy spanking you, having you draped naked over my knees, staring at your vulnerable bum, which I totally adore anyway. Then, when I started to whack you, your bum cheeks, would jiggle invitingly, and soon there would be red marks, and I would spread the red around your posterior, and as you start to beg me to stop, I would, instead, hit you harder and faster, until, as a grand finish, I would thrust two fingers into your pussy to test your wetness, and finding you wet, I would withdraw them and thrust them just as hard, right into your unsuspecting arse."

"Chris, that was fantastic, you've got me so excited, I never knew you could talk like that." Chloe was positively glowing.

"Having said all that, what turns me on is you spanking me. I do fantasise about that already." Chris confessed his first fantasy.

"Well done my love, I'm so happy that you could tell me that, I promise that, I will use my knew knowledge to excite you. Now, I think we could perhaps give spanking a try, could we try it both ways?" She asked.

"I think that's a great idea, shall I spank you first?"

"Yes please, let's both get naked."

The horny couple stripped quickly, and then Chris sat on the sofa, and Chloe moved to lie across his lap, but then stopped.

"This isn't right. In the book, Grey was punishing the girl for something, You have to be punishing me for something I've done wrong, can you think of something?"

"That's easy, you read a dirty book which turned you on, but you kept it a secret. I think you deserve a good spanking for that."

"I think you are right darling, I deserve punishing."

So saying she draped her naked body across her husband's knees, and waited to be spanked.

Chris looked at his wife's gorgeous bum, preparing to strike, he raised his arm high and swung down fast and hard, aiming at the centre of her right cheek.

Whack!

"Ouch! Christ that hurt!"

Whack!

"Shit Chris, you're really hurting me!"

"It's supposed to hurt, it's punishment."

Whack! Whack!

"Please, I've had enough!"

Whack! Whack! Whack!!

"Please stop Chris, you're really hurting me."

"Be quiet, I'll stop when I'm ready."

Whack!! Whack!! Whack!! Whack!!!

Chloe started to cry, but Chris went on for another five minutes, while Chloe's tears turned to snivelling blubs.

Finally he stopped spanking and slipped his fingers into her pussy. She was very wet and slippery. He switched and pushed his thumb into her vagina and started sawing his hand over her engorged bud.

"Oh God, don't stop, that's so good, please don't stop, I'm going to cum!"

He stopped.

"Oh no! Why did you stop you bastard!"

"It's your turn to punish me now."

"I was going to punish you for masturbating without permission, but that will have to wait. Now I'm going to punish you for hurting me, then frustrating me."

"Good," Chris said, draping himself over Chloe's lap, "I'm ready when you are."

Chloe started whacking her husband as hard as she could, but, after a couple of minutes, Chris called a halt.

"What's the matter, am I hurting you too much?"

"That's the problem, you're not hurting me at all."

"Well, it's hurting my hand!"

"I think we'll have to find something for you to hit me with, any ideas?" Chris asked.

"I know, your leather belt, get it out of your jeans for me." Chloe ordered.

"Yes dear.' Chris obeyed.

"Get back on my knees, I'm going to give you a much deserved thrashing." She announced."

A few moments later the first stroke cracked onto Chris's virgin bottom.

"Ow!" Chris shouted, "that really hurt!"

"Good, now for ten minutes of the same." Chloe stated.

She started a steady rhythm of strokes, slowly expanding the red belt marks all over Chris's arse, and once she had turned all of his arse red, she started going over the already red areas, which was when Chris started to beg, and then he started to cry.

Finally the bell rang for the end of the time.

"Oh no, I haven't even started on the backs of your legs!" Chloe exclaimed, disappointed.

"Please tell me that you've finished now?" Chris pleaded.

"Yes darling, and now I need you to fuck my brains out, I'm so unbelievably horny."

"No problem," Chris replied, sliding off his horny wife's legs and kneeling on the floor.

He parted her knees and shuffled forward between her legs as she massaged his cock and balls. Before he reached her pussy he had a flag pole pointing between her legs.

"Someone is turned on." Chloe commented.

"I'm not the only one." Chris replied with his fingers inside her soaking vagina.

Chris removed his slippery fingers and replaced them with his rampant cock. Chloe was wet and horny and he thrust in and out frantically, bashing in and out of her voracious cunt, getting her more and more excited.

After only a few minutes, they were both close to cumming, and then Chloe was calling out her climax and Chris was right behind her, exploding into her eager pussy.

They eventually stopped convulsing and Chris leaned forward and kissed his panting wife tenderly on the lips.

"I love you so much." He said.

"I love you too darling, that was amazing, can you stay inside me like this while we talk?" Chloe asked.

"I certainly can't sit down!" He replied.

"Can we talk about how we feel about what we just did?"

"Of course," Chris replied, " you start.

"Ok, well, I sort of enjoyed being spanked, but it hurt, and didn't turn me on much. Belting you however, was amazing! I loved every second and I didn't want to stop. I keep thing of other implements I could hit you with, and different places to hit. It made me incredibly horny. What about you?"

"Slapping you was quite fun, but I didn't feel good about hurting you. Being belted hurt like hell, but the moment you had finished I felt this incredible rush, I felt hornier than I've ever felt in my life, and I genuinely believed you were my Goddess. I got hard in seconds, and came in minutes, but just talking about what you did to me is getting me hard again."

"Good, you can fuck me again soon, but first I want to talk about tomorrow."

"That's fine, what are you thinking?" Chris asked, feeling his cock gradually growing again inside the warm wet cave.

"It's obvious that we are both turned on by me punishing you, but we need more kit. I think we should go to Lewes tomorrow, where all the antique shops are and see if we can get a headmaster's cane, riding crop etc. whatever we can't get, I'll order online." Chloe proposed.

"That's great, but how is this going to work?" Chris asked, feeling a bit apprehensive.

"Well, you said you thought of me as a Goddess, after I'd belted you, so you must trust your Goddess to be fair. When I think you deserve punishment, I'll punish you in whatever way I want, as hard as I want, for as long as I want, and you'll accept it. That's how it's going to work." Chloe explained without asking for Chris's assent.

"Oh, ok."

"Chris darling, your cock is at full mast again, of course it's ok."

Chris was feeling so ridiculously horny following his wife's explanation, that he just started fucking her again.

"Come on tiger, fuck me hard and make me cum again."

So he fucked her very hard and fast, able to last much longer, which enabled Chloe to orgasm twice before Chris felt the familiar surge in his balls. When he climaxed he exploded inside his exultant wife, having the best orgasm of his life so far.

The next morning Chris was horny again, but his wife rejected his advances, insisting that they would have more fun if they were both horny.

On the journey down to Lewes Chloe rested her hand on Chris's crotch and gently massaged his genitals, making him even more horny and frustrated. In retaliation he put his hand up her flared skirt and started playing with her pussy through the material of her tiny pink thong. For Chloe this was very exciting, but also very frustrating, as she couldn't get quite enough friction through the gusset, and Chris kept taking his hand away to change gear.

For her retaliation, Chloe started squeezing her husband's vulnerable balls harder and harder. The fact that they didn't crash was a minor miracle.

The antiques shops of Lewes proved a big disappointment. They had thoroughly searched four shops without any success at all. In the fifth shop, just as they were about to give up, an old crone sitting behind a desk spoke to them.

"Are you two love birds looking for anything in particular," she asked in a croaky, crackly voice, "only I've got more specialist items in the back room."

This sounded terrifying to Chris, but Chloe thumped his balls, presumably to encourage him to answer. It hurt but wasn't agony, so in a few seconds he was able to reply.

"Is this for you to discipline your troublesome husband dear?" The crone enquired.

"He isn't troublesome at all, I just enjoy punishing him." Chloe replied honestly.

"Then I think we'll get on fine. I'll just close up the shop and then I'll get you kitted out with what you need."

She lifted herself up off the seat and shuffled around the table to the doorway, closed the door and locked it before turning the hanging notice to say closed.

"Follow me dears,"she instructed,"it's just through here."

"Now, in this tray I've got a selection of genuine canes. For a lady hitting a man I would suggest this one. It isn't too heavy, but it's really whippy, so it delivers a lot of pain." She explained, chuckling after she finished.

"That sounds perfect." Chloe replied.

"You could also use this light riding crop." The crone continued.

"I'll take it." Confirmed Chloe.

"There are a couple more things you need deary. Two pairs of hand cuffs, and two leg cuffs to immobilise him, and this ball gag so you aren't put off by his screaming. Do you want a total cost for everything?" She concluded, grinning a toothless grin.

"No, just pack it all up. Get your debit card out husband, I can't wait to play with all this stuff."

Chris reluctantly paid the old woman, blanching at the astronomical amount she punched into the machine. When they got outside Chloe addressed her husband.

"Are you ok darling, you look a bit peaky?"

"I'm terrified, but also excited, please promise you won't go too mad." He pleaded.

"Don't you trust your Goddess?" She replied.

"Yes, but with a gag in my mouth you won't know how hard I'm screaming."

"But darling, that's the idea, I'll judge by the effect I'm having, rather than on your acting skills. Let's get home, I want to try my new toys."

The couple were quiet on the journey home. Chris was nervous about being hurt, but didn't want to spoil things for Chloe, and Chloe didn't want Chris trying to talk her out of this fantasy.

When they arrived home, Chloe immediately took charge.

"Go to the bedroom, strip naked, shower, then lie on the bed, on your back with your feet near the headboard." She ordered, and Chris complied.

Chloe sorted out the things she wanted from the bag the old crone had packed and poured herself a large glass of Pinot Grigio, and took a large gulp. She was very excited about what she was about to do, but a little nervous of what Chris's reaction would be, as she didn't want to go back to their boring life.

She took another gulp of wine then topped up her glass and carried the wine and her new toys upstairs. Chris was lying on the bed naked, exactly as she had instructed, and he looked very nervous.

"Here, have a gulp of this to steady your nerves."

Chris drank most of the wine, then handed back the glass and lay down.

Chloe put her hand around the head of his cock and started stroking the sensitive glans, and she got an immediate result, within seconds he was fully erect.

Chloe took the handcuffs and attached his wrists to the base of the bed, spread wide apart, then attached his ankles to the top of the headboard, also spread wide. He was spreadeagle and helpless.

"Chris my darling, I'm going to put this ball gag in your mouth in a moment, and from that moment until I decide to release you, you will be completely powerless. Please remember that no matter how much I hurt your poor cock and balls, I love you very much, and also remember how much I will be enjoying hurting you."

Chloe fitted the gag then caressed the head of her helpless husband's erect cock for a few moments, then let go, leaving it standing proud and vertical. She pulled back her arm and took aim.

"Here we go." She cried as the riding crop whistled through the air towards the head of Chris's defenceless appendage.

It was a perfect first shot, as it hit the sensitive glans underneath the head which she had been stroking only a few moments previously, with a loud crack.

Chris screamed through his ball gag, as excruciating pain exploded behind the head of his penis.


Chris and Chloe Ch. 01



"That was for wanking when you should have saved yourself for me!"

Chloe made a second stroke, heading for and hitting the bell end of the still erect cock.

It was another perfect swing, hitting half way up the bell end causing Chris to buck and scream through the gag. Chloe smiled to herself as she felt a familiar wetness between her legs.

The next shot was aimed under the head, but on the top, and Chloe had to move around the bed to deliver it. After that stroke Chris's erection was beginning to wilt a little, so Chloe wasted no time getting in the final blow to the top side of the head.

Chloe could see that red marks were already becoming visible on the rapidly shrinking penis.

"Now for your balls. Don't worry, I won't hit them as hard."

Chloe climbed onto the bed and onto Chris, settling her panty covered pussy onto Chris's face. His cock had become tiny, so his balls were easily visible, and Chloe quickly got to work doing light flicks of the crop to each ball in turn. Chris was again screaming through the gag, but with Chloe sitting on his face not much could be heard.

Her clit was resting exactly on the ball part of the gag, and as Chris screamed, the ball vibrated, causing a very pleasant sensation. She started to rock back and forth a little, rolling her engorged nub back and forth over the ball. She picked up the pace of the swats to his balls, to improve the sensation, moving back and forth more and more quickly.

Two more minutes and her orgasm was upon her, and she dropped the crop on the floor and rode the immense waves of pleasure rolling through her entire sex. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, ebbing and flowing, until finally the waves began to diminish in strength.

Finally Chloe climbed off her husband's face and undid the gag.

"Christ Chloe!" he exploded, "what the fuck did you think you were doing? My cock and my balls hurt so much, I won't be able to touch them for weeks!"

"That's the idea Chris, I don't want you secretly wanking anymore. I'm sorry if I got carried away, but I can tell you that I had the best orgasm I've ever had. Shall I put some cream on your cock?"

"No!" he shouted, "just release me and go and get me a big whisky!"

Chloe quickly obeyed, releasing his bonds and then running down stairs to pour a tumbler full of whisky, and then carrying it carefully but quickly up to her husband.

"I'm so sorry my darling, I got totally carried away, please forgive me, and when you are healed I'll really make it up to you." Chloe pleaded.

"All right, I'll forgive you, but I don't know when I'll be able to have sex with you."

"Well my love, as soon as you are healed enough for a gentle hand job, let me know and I'll bring you off every day for a week."

"Ok, sounds good, I think it might be a couple of weeks though."

"Can we still do the fantasy next week?"

"We can try, it depends what it is."

"Why don't we do it Friday evening, then if it's impractical, we can change it." She suggested.

"Ok, sounds good to me, let's go and watch some TV, this has been a crazy day."

For all of the following week Chris had to abstain from any kind of sex. Every time he had a pee the head of his penis stung like crazy, and if anything touched his balls, they really hurt.

Despite this, he felt enormous love for his dominating wife, adoration for his Goddess, and acceptance of her right to punish him whenever she felt he deserved it. As the week wore on, his sexual frustration grew and grew, but it was impossible for him to consider touching himself. When Friday arrived he still couldn't touch his own cock without extreme pain. It was clearly going to be at least another week before he could consider wanking.

"Go on, open the piece of paper darling, I can't wait to see what it says." Chloe instructed excitedly.

Chris opened the piece of paper and spread it on the table so they could both read it. It was in Chloe's hand writing and it was a single word CUNNILINGUS.

"Are you sure you aren't manipulating this my sweet? It's unbelievably suitable." Chris asked sarcastically.

"Of course not, but I can tell you that I will punish you for even thinking that I might cheat, let alone suggesting it." Chloe replied firmly.

"I'm sorry my love, please don't punish me, I'm still in agony from last week." Chris pleaded.

"Don't worry, I'll leave your winky alone. Now, let's talk about the new fantasy, shall I start?"

"Yes, you start."

"Well, first of all, I can say that I would love to have you make me cum with your tongue." Chloe started with a statement.

"But whenever I've tried to go down on you, you stop me?" Chris asked, puzzled.

"Well, I didn't want to give you a blow job, so it didn't seem fair to make you do it to me. Now things are different." Chloe answered.

"In what way different?" Chris asked, still puzzled.

"Isn't it obvious? Since we started investigating our fantasies, all your fantasies cast you in the role of submissive, and me in the role of dominant, therefore, what you experience must always play second fiddle to my pleasure, do you agree?" Chloe laid out her view.

"I suppose you're right, yes. Shall I have my say now?"

"Yes, I suppose so." Chloe acceded rather reluctantly.

"I would love to make you cum with my tongue, and I have no wish for you to reciprocate, I just wouldn't feel comfortable with it. I often fantasise about you telling me to make you cum with my tongue."

"You said that in your fantasy I tell you to go down on me, is the fact that I tell you make a difference, is that why you haven't done it? You are waiting for me to instruct you to do it?" Chloe demanded clarification.

"Yes, that's very important." Chris confirmed.

"I think you had better explain in detail what your fantasies entail, so we can see how we can both enjoy your efforts to please me with your tongue."

"Ok, here goes. Firstly, I fantasise about you telling me to lick your pussy and make you cum. For it to be a real turn on this has to be a completely selfish act from you, the only pleasure I get is the honour of being allowed to please you, plus the sheer joy of the scent and taste."

"You mean you would like the smell and taste?"

"Yes, definitely."

"So you wouldn't want me to shower first?"

"No, please don't shower."

"And how often would you like me to make this request?"

"Please, it mustn't be a request, it has to be an order. I would like you to demand oral service whenever you like, as I said you should be completely selfish." Chris explained.

"You should be careful, or I'll have you doing it every day." Chloe warned.

"I'd be very happy to make you cum with my tongue every day, and I'll be happy to stay down there licking you for as long as you want, just because you cum doesn't mean I have to stop."

"I'm liking the sound of this, go on, tell me more. I know there's more to this fantasy."

"You're right darling, there is more. I fantasise that when we are starting to make love, and you are lying on the bed, I turn so my genitals are next to your shoulder, and you squeeze my balls while I lick you, and when you cum you squeeze harder. After you've cum, I fuck you, and as I'm fucking you, you tell me that I have to lick my cum out of you afterwards, and that I must make you cum again or I'll get no sex the following weekend."

"Mmnn, I'm really liking this, go on."

"On another occasion you start by straddling my face, and I start by licking you but as you get excited you ride my face to orgasm. Once your climax has finished you sit yourself down on my cock and ride to another orgasm. After that you either get off me and leave me frustrated, or you move up and down slowly, and use your hands to arouse me whilst telling me that after I've cum you will be getting back on my face for your final orgasm, and that all my cum will be going down my throat, which excites me so much I cum really quickly and copiously. Then you carry out your promise and climb onto my face for a really long ride. What do you think, is it too kinky?" Chris asked, hoping he hadn't gone too far.

"I think that last fantasy is absolutely fabulous, I can't wait for us to do it, but, unfortunately at the moment you can't have sex. Tonight I will be happy to settle for you licking me to numerous orgasms, while I watch a chick flick and drink wine, ok?"

"That's very ok my darling, I would love to serve my Goddess in that way."

"Well, bring me some champagne and get between my legs."

Chris arrived back a few minutes later carrying a glass of fizzing champagne.

"Where's the bottle silly, I don't just want one glass for a two hour movie!" Chloe chided her slave.

Chris jumped back up and ran to the kitchen to fetch the bottle of fizz.

"That's another black mark to add to your punishment. You really need to think a bit more about your actions. The champagne should be on ice, of course. My, you are going to be in a lot of pain when I next punish you. I hope you are remembering all these demerits, as I will test you on them and punish you extra if you forget any. That's fair, don't you think?"

Chris was sinking into a black hole of despair. Why on earth had he admitted to these fantasies? Nonetheless, his damaged, frustrated cock was hard again.

"Get into position between my legs, I really would like to get on with watching this movie."

About an hour and a half and three orgasms later, Chris was still dutifully licking Chloe's pussy, aching from his uncomfortable position, and from having his tongue stuck out to get at Chloe's clitoris.

Finally the film finished, and Chloe pushed Chris's head away from her sex.

"Mmnnn that was lovely. You said you would do that whenever I want, and that I should be selfish? Do you want to take that back?"

Chloe gave him a chance to back out.

"No my love, I meant what I said."

"Good, every evening after dinner then. I'm loving my new life darling, I can't wait to see what's next."



Chris and Chloe Ch. 02



Enforced Male Chastity, the piece of paper said that. Chris just sat silently looking at the piece of paper in his hand.

"What does this mean Chloe?" He asked, clearly baffled.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Not to me, no. I mean, where's the fun for me in not having sex?"

"It's erotic, it certainly excites me, the idea of you unable to masturbate." Chloe explained.

"But I don't understand this enforced thing. How is it enforced?"

"By a cage of course!"

"A cage? Where? I still don't understand."

"I'll show you. Better still, I'll put it on you, so you can try it out." Chloe told him, disingenuously.

"Ok, if you insist."

"This one is only plastic, so you could break out, but if you do, you'll regret it. Now we push your cock then both your balls through this ring."

"Ouch, that hurt!" Chris exclaimed.

"Don't be such a baby!" Chloe retorted.

"Sorry."

"Now this bit goes over your winky, and I slip the padlock through and lock it. There, all safe and sound. So, how does it feel, comfortable?"

"Yes, it's comfortable enough, I suppose, now please unlock me." He asked, a little nervously.

"No baby, I've only just put it on you. You have to give it at least a couple of days."

"But we have sex on Saturday night, that's tomorrow." Chris objected.

"So let's have sex on Sunday instead." Chloe suggested.

"But I didn't wank this morning, thinking we were having sex Saturday, I'm already horny." Chris whined.

"But that's the idea, for you to be a bit frustrated. Anyway, I'll compromise, we can have sex Saturday, but you keep the cage on until Sunday evening."

"How can we have sex when I'm trapped in this cage?" Chris asked.

"You can lick me and make me cum, I can caress your balls, stick things in your ass and fuck you, there's lots we can do."

"But that will make me even more frustrated!" Chris objected.

"Well, I think it'll be fun, so that's what we're going to do. I'm in charge, cos I've got the key."

"Right." Chris capitulated.

Saturday morning Chloe announced that they were going shopping.

"I need to get some sexier clothes to get you aroused, revealing outfits, sexy lingerie and so on. They will also be good for a fantasy which hasn't come up yet." Chloe announce teasingly.

"Oh, what's that?"

"You'll have to wait and see, won't you?"

"If you say so. You are determined to make me frustrated this weekend, aren't you?" Chris asked, sounding as if he was accusing Chloe.

"Yes my love, that's the thing about enforced male chastity, you are really frustrated most of the time, but then have fantastic orgasms, or so I've read. That would make it all worthwhile, wouldn't it?"

"I don't know, I haven't tried it yet." Chris walked straight into Chloe's trap.

"So don't judge it until you have!"

A little while later, they were in the mall.

"So my love, what is sexiest, tight trousers, dresses or skirts?" Chloe asked innocently.

"Not trousers or even jeans, however tight," Chris answered, "either skirts or dresses, but they have to be short."

"Short or very short."

"Very short." Chris didn't hesitate.

"Ok, if that's what you want. Let's shop!"

Chloe set off purposefully towards All Saints, and immediately started looking through a rack of short skirts more commonly worn by young girls.

"They've got my size in these three, are they short enough for you?" She asked, holding them in front of her.

"Crikey, they are really, really short!" Chris exclaimed, imagining Chloe wearing the skirts.

"And this one is wrap around, so it will gape open here. I've got a 10 in the wrap around, as they didn't have a 12, and I figured it would make it more sexy with such a small overlap, what do you think?"

"Yes, I'm sure you are right."

"By the way, did you put flashing as a fantasy into the box?"

"Yes, I did."

"So did I, so it'll come up twice. Goody, I love flashing my knickers, but I've always kept it a secret, as I thought you wouldn't approve."

"Do you mean you've been flashing your knickers when I wasn't with you?" Chris couldn't believe his straight laced wife would do such a thing.

"Yes, silly, often. I love doing it and the men love me for doing it too. Perhaps now I can do it openly and in front of you?"

"Yes, yes please! This is making me even hornier"

"I'll go and try these skirts on, and I'll come out to show you. I'll see if I can flash my pink thong each time, but I may need your help."

Chloe swept into the changing room, a woman on a mission.

Five minutes later she was back, sauntering out of the changing room wearing a very tight and very short clingy red skirt.

"How's this for a start?"

"Fantastic! Give us a twirl. Ah, there's a bit of a problem, there's some sort of bump under the skirt."

"Well, find out what it is dummy." She instructed.

Chris reached for the hem of the skirt, at the side, just under the offending bump, and folded the skirt up to reveal a small security tag. He also revealed Chloe's thong both front and back to the appreciative audience.

"So what is it?" Chloe asked.

"A security tag."

"Well, every guy has had a good look at my panties now, well done, I should have involved you ages ago."

Chloe gave Chris a little peck on the cheek as he pulled the skirt back down.

"The black one is identical to this, so I won't try it on. Just the wrap around one now."

"Ok, I'll be here waiting."

"You and all the other guys." Chloe shot back, then spun on her heels and walked sexily towards the changing room, displaying her gorgeous pneumatic arse as she went.

During the five minutes it took Chloe to change, most of the men who saw the first show were dragged away by their wives or girlfriends, however, as they reluctantly left, a new group of unaware onlookers was arriving.

The moment Chloe came out of the changing room, the men nearby turned and gazed longingly at her long fully revealed legs.

"What do you think?" Chloe asked her husband, who's mouth was hanging open.

"You look stunning!" He replied.

Chris's cock was straining painfully against the cage, trying to get hard.

"Close your mouth Chris and pay attention. There is virtually no overlap, so the least bit of wind will cause it to gape like this."

Chloe pulled the hem of the tiny skirt to one side, revealing the crotch of her tiny thong panties.

"Christ!" Chris exclaimed.

"The other thing is that when I sit down, everyone gets to see my underwear, like this."

Chloe explained, while walking across to a low chair next to the changing room and dropping into it, giving everyone in the area a free show. Every man nearby was staring intently between Chloe's legs.

"Help me out of this seat and answer my question."

"What question?" Chris asked, feeling stupid.

"Do you want me to get a bigger size, or are you happy for everyone to see my knickers? It's up to you, I'm happy flashing loads of guys, but you're the one in a cock cage."

"I love that skirt! I want to buy it for you now, and the others, they're sexy too." Chris enthused.

"Hold your horses cowboy, I need to by some tops, some new undies, stockings. First I want to choose tops here that go with this skirt, so I'll keep it on for now. Come on."

Chloe walked across the floor of the shop towards the area devoted to tops. All male eyes followed her, and Chris walked behind her, noticing that he could see the tops of her legs and just a hint of the swell of her bum. His cock wasn't giving up it's attempt to get hard in the cage.

"I'm looking for tops which will show off my boobs, so they should be low cut, or with buttons I can undo, ok?"

"Yes my love."

Chris would happily agree to anything, he was in such a state.

"This white T shirt looks quite good, it's low cut and fairly thin, hold it please."

"Now this purple blouse is perfect, I can undo some buttons and really show off my cleavage. You do want me to show off my cleavage don't you?"

"Yes, sorry, yes please."

"Is this shopping really getting to you, as you are all locked up?" Chloe asked, deliberately teasing her husband.

"Yes, it's driving me crazy."

"Good, it's supposed to. Just wait 'till we get to the underwear!"

"Oh God." Chris groaned.

Half an hour later, with the skirts plus several tops bought, the sexy couple were in La Senza looking seriously at thongs and bras.

"I think we should go for bright colours, so the guys know that what they are seeing is underwear, not just a shadow, do you agree?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, I do." Chris agreed.

"Tiny and lacy?"

"Definitely."

"Gosh, this is so exciting, choosing underwear for other guys to see. It is turning you on, isn't it?"

"Yes, but this damn cage means that the more you turn me on, the more pain I'm in!" Chris whined.

"Poor baby, and this evening will be even worse!"

By the time they got home it was late afternoon, and Chloe would need several hours to get ready, so she got started just after five o'clock, and wasn't ready until seven thirty.

Chris had no idea about what was happening that evening, but got dressed as he always did when they were going out. Tight jeans, smart shirt, and a velvet jacket.

Chloe put on an outfit they had bought earlier, tight, short, black stretchy skirt, red T shirt, and red bra and thong. She looked good enough to eat, and she was certainly looking forward to being eaten.

Chris poured her some Prosecco, and himself a large whisky with ice.

"Right Chris, I can now tell you the plan, but first I need to ask you some questions, ok?" Chloe asked.

"Oh, ok."

"You were very turned on when we were shopping and I displayed my underwear to all those men, weren't you?" She asked.

"Yes, I was very turned on, and very frustrated." He confirmed.

"Would you like me to turn you on even more this evening, before we have sex?" Chloe pushed further.

"I think so. This cage really hurts when I try to get erect, couldn't you just take it off?"

"No, for two reasons, one is that you would have an erection all the time, if I turned you on, which I'm going to, and secondly, I want you to wear it, for me, because it pleases me, will you do that for me?"

"I see, yes, well ok, I suppose I'll wear it, to please you."

"Good, so here's the plan. You are going to take me somewhere nice for dinner, then afterwards you are going to take me to that pub which is always so crowded, you know, the one which has live bands on Saturday nights. I'm going to dance with you, and show off my body, let men see my knickers as my skirt rides up. Men are going to grope my breasts, put there hands up my skirt and try to get their fingers inside my thong and inside my pussy. I'm going to let them, and I'm going to tell you about everything that's happening to me."

"I see."

"When we get home I'm going to release you from your cage and we are going to have fantastic sex for hours. You are going to make me cum with your tongue again and again, you're going to fuck me and fill me with gallons of cum, then I'm going to ride your face until I'm exhausted. Let's go."

Chris was incredibly excited at Chloe's plan for the evening, he couldn't believe how his shy conservative wife had become so adventurous. He was also quite nervous, as it was obvious to him that this little game was now completely out of his control. He was totally at Chloe's mercy, which was both exciting and terrifying in equal measure, but he was thrilled that she seemed to have dropped the plan to keep him waiting until Sunday.

"It's even more crowded than last time we were here. Lead on Macduff, get us to the bar." Chloe ordered.

Chris set off through the packed pub, pulling Chloe by the hand. Almost immediately Chloe realised that her teasing of Chris was going to get her more than she had bargained for, as, with Chris holding her left hand, and her clutch bag in her right hand, she had no means of defending herself from the men who were determined to feel her up as she passed through the crowd.

The groping started quickly, a hand feeling her bum as she was pulled past, another hand holding a full pint of beer sliding across her right nipple spilling a few drops onto her top in the process.

Chris gave another tug and she was past those men and between another pair. Clearly they were planning ahead, seeing her dragged through the crowd, as they were parting to allow Chris through, and where Chris led, she had to follow. His path was blocked again and she was trapped between two rather good looking young men, neither of whom was holding a drink.

The guy in front of her slipped his left hand behind her head and pulled her in to a warm sensuous lingering kiss, while his right hand lifted the hem of her skirt and slipped inside her inadequate panties. At the same time the back of her skirt was lifted and a finger slipped past the tiny string and inserted itself into her bum.

As the kiss went on, the finger inside her panties at the front found her clit and started massaging it, and a hand from behind her found her left breast and started playing with the nipple. The kissing stopped and the man with his finger rubbing her clit looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Having fun?"

"Are you?"

"Of course. I'm afraid hubby is stuck queuing at the bar, so you are stuck with us for a while, shall I take your knickers off for you?"

"No!!"

"Suit yourself, I'll go back to kissing you then."

The kissing resumed and Chris let go of her hand, presumably to get the drinks, and the man behind her released her nipple and grabbed her wrist, pulling her arm around behind her back where her hand found his erect penis sticking out of his trousers. The man in front of her paused in his kissing and fingering long enough to quickly drag her panties to the floor. Unable to retrieve them, she had no option but to step out of them.

"Wank me onto your bum, or I'll do it myself onto your skirt." The man with his cock touching her bum whispered into her ear.

She knew she didn't have a choice if she wanted to avoid complete humiliation, so she began stroking up and down his large stiff cock. She was still being kissed and fingered by the man in front of her, and she was getting very aroused, her clit was erect and well lubricated. She had no idea whether Chris was still at the bar or was standing watching her, but he certainly wasn't interfering, she wondered if this was another fantasy coming true for him?

The hunk behind Chloe was getting close to climax, and so was Chloe, and as his breathing became ragged she could feel the familiar surge of her own approaching orgasm. The cock in her hand was being pushed hard against the entrance to her bum as she wanked it furiously, then it convulsed and squirted semen right onto her bum hole, which provided just the lubrication that was needed for the head to pop just inside her anus, so the second squirt was sent deep inside her most private place.

Feeling the explosion of hot cum inside her arse and the twitching cock still invading her bum sent her over the edge into a sensational climax. The man kissing her kept his fingers moving on her clit, extending the life of her orgasm, but as the man with his cock in her bum withdrew, Chloe panicked, wondering if Chris had seen what she did with these strangers.

Her orgasm subsided and the kisser removed his hand from between her legs, and pulled the hem of her skirt down, just as the man behind her did the same.

"You owe me." The kisser told her.

"I wouldn't sit down if I was you." Said the man who's cum she felt dribbling out of her arse and down the back of her legs.

"Where have you been?" Chris asked, clearly annoyed.

"I got stuck back there, nobody would let me through!" Chloe protested.

"Too busy feeling you up were they?" Chris shot back at her.

"I'll tell you later, when we are in bed." She promised.

"Oh right, ok then, sorry. I mean, crikey, you've got me intrigued now."

"And horny, I expect?" Chloe enquired.

"Horny as hell!" Chris confirmed.

"Let's drink to your bedtime story then, and my bedtime confession." Chloe proposed.

Except Chloe wasn't going to confess, well not all of it anyway. How could she tell him that she let a guy she didn't know fuck her in the arse, when she had never let Chris do that to her, despite repeated requests. Well that was something she would change quickly, maybe after he'd done it a few times, she might tell him, although, probably not.

She reasoned that she could tell him about the breast touching, and maybe the hand up her skirt, but definitely no more than that.

So they had a couple of drinks in the crowded bar, then decided to go home and have sex.

"I need you to protect me better on the way out, not like on the way in." Chloe demanded.

Despite Chris agreeing to her demand, the young man who had made her cum with his finger suddenly appeared in front of her, grabbed her head in his hand and kissed her passionately again. Since Chris was behind her, he couldn't see the man's hand snake up her skirt again and back inside her knickers, and straight into her pussy where he proceeded to finger fuck her with great vigour, bashing his thumb knuckle into her clit with every thrust in. He pulled back from the kiss, but didn't ease up on the finger thrust at all.

"Your wife owes me, big time." He said to Chris, over Chloe's shoulder, causing Chloe to panic almost as much as she was already panicking about the fact that he was probably going to make her cum very soon.

"What's he talking about Chloe." Chris asked her, putting his arms around his wife and holding her tight.

Chloe struggled to answer. Chris holding her so tight had the bizarre effect of preventing her from wriggling free of the man's thrusting fingers. She was heading inexorably towards another orgasm on this gorgeous man's skilful fingers, and it felt as though her husband was deliberately offering her to him, holding her to prevent her saying no.

Perhaps he was, she thought, perhaps he knows and he wants this to happen. She didn't know what to think, and the climax kept edging closer. She had to answer the question before she came.

"This lovely man rescued me and got me through the crowd when no-one else would let me through." She managed to say, just before the orgasm hit her.

Chloe slumped slightly, and may have cried out a little at the intensity of the waves of pleasure surging through most of her lower body, and the beautiful, brilliant man wouldn't stop his thrusts, which made the climax roll on and on, subsiding, then increasing again, and all the while her husband held her firm.

"Then we must invite him to lunch to thank him." Chris insisted, telling the man, who turned out to be called Michael, their address and that he should come the following Saturday, and bring a girl if he wanted.

Suddenly he stopped his finger's pillaging of her vagina and melted away into the crowd, promising to come to their house for dinner the following weekend.

With his fingers gone Chloe's orgasm stopped, leaving her feeling sad and bereft. She wanted his fingers back, she wanted her orgasm back. Then she came to her senses and panicked again. What on earth had Chris just done?

"Come on Chloe, let's get home, I really need to fuck you."

Chloe liked the idea of that, a big hard cock ramming in and out of her pussy was just what she needed.

In very little time they were at home, and Chris stripped his wife roughly and threw her onto the bed, tore his own clothes off, and dived on top of her, guiding his rampant cock into her very wet pussy.

Chris started to hump his eager wife's welcoming vagina, but then stopped.

"So, tell me what happened in the crowd." He demanded.

Chloe told him about the man who groped her bum, and the man who brushed her nipples, spilling beer onto her shirt.

"So where did Michael fit in?" Chris enquired, slowly, and frustratingly, moving in and out of Chloe's aching vagina.




Chris and Chloe Ch. 02



"Two men were holding me, trying to pull my skirt down. Michael grabbed me and accused them of molesting his girlfriend. Then, to make sure they were convinced he kissed me passionately, and they melted away."

"So, didn't Michael want some reward for his gallant deed?" Chris asked, speeding up his pace and sounding very excited.

Chloe stopped him with her hands on his hips.

"What do you want me to say now?"

"The truth." He answered, trying to resume fucking his wife.

"Are you sure?" She queried, really wanting to be fucked, but not wanting a big scene, followed by a divorce.

"Yes, I'm sure, please tell me everything!" He insisted.

"While he was kissing me, he put his hand up my skirt."

"Go on," Chris urged, continuing his fucking, "I want to know everything."

"He put his fingers inside my panties, then onto my clit, he pushed his fingers into my pussy, and after a while he made me cum. Then he helped me through to find you."

Chris resumed his thrusting, and they both climaxed together, screaming and clawing at each other, experiencing a passion they hadn't shared for a long time. Sadly, it wasn't a loving passion, it wasn't joyous, it was dark and dirty, it was sexually thrilling and satisfying, but emotionally it opened a host of dark possibilities.

When they were both spent, lying side by side, trying to think what to say to each other, Chloe tried to find a way back.

"I'm sorry Chris, I didn't mean for it to happen, I was just so helpless in the crowd." She pleaded.

"But you didn't have to cum."

"It was purely physical, I had no control."

"There's something you're not telling me, something you are holding back."

Chloe went back to panic mode, how could her husband know about the man fucking her arse, would she ever get a chance to let him do it to her, she wanted to so much, and he deserved it, and it wasn't as awful as she expected.

"Something went on when we met Michael on the way out?"

Chloe was so relieved that she blurted it all out.

"As soon as he kissed me, his hand went up my skirt, and his fingers started thrusting in and out of my vagina again, then you put your arms around me and held me tight. His fingers were ramming in and out of my pussy, and you were holding me tight so I couldn't stop him. I got this crazy idea that you knew what he was doing and that was why you were holding me to let him do me again with his fingers."

"He made you cum again, as I was holding you, and talking to him."

"Yes."

"Christ Chloe!"

"Please don't leave me Chris, I love you so much." Chloe pleaded yet again.

Unsure what else she could do, Chloe reached for Chris's genitals, and what she found astonished her. She found a priapic monster, a huge hard flag pole, an incontrovertible proof that her honest tale of depravity had turned him on so much that less than ten minutes after he had a huge orgasm, he was massively erect again.

"I think I should give you the best blow job you've ever had, would you like that?"

"I would love that!"

"And while I'm doing it, and it's going to last a long time, I promise, you should replay everything I told you about tonight, and just enjoy it. Please don't hate me, just enjoy the eroticism of the evening, and drown me in cum. When we wake up tomorrow, you can do anything you want to me, I promise."

"You shouldn't make that promise, I'll demand your arse you know."

Chloe was already starting to lick her husband's stiff cock when she heard his request, and she suddenly felt exultant, she was going to get her chance to redeem herself, and hopefully keep her marriage intact.

"My arse is yours tomorrow morning, and whenever you want it in future, now relax and enjoy my mouth."

Chloe engulfed Chris's erect cock with her hot wet mouth, determined to give him the best blow job he'd ever had.



Chris and Chloe Ch. 03



"So what are we going to do about our invitation to dinner of the guy who had his fingers in my pussy?" Chloe asked, challenging Chris.

"I don't know, it would be very rude to just cancel wouldn't it?" He replied.

"Well, we could just wait and see what comes up on the fantasies on Friday, maybe it will be a good thing if he comes to dinner, depending on the challenge?"

"Maybe," Chris responded doubtfully, "but what about this cage, I've had it on since the weekend, and it's Wednesday now, can I get some relief?"

"No babe, not until the weekend, after the challenge, you should know that by now. That doesn't stop you using your wonderful tongue on me though."

Chris got the message instantly, and got on his knees between Chloe's knees and started to remove her jeans and panties. Since starting on the exploration of fantasies, Chloe had developed an insatiable desire for cunnilingus. Chris had licked her to orgasm at least once per day, and at the weekend it was two or three times each day, but he loved doing it, and it never failed to turn him on.

What turned him on even more, was when she specifically denied him sexual relief, and then demanded his services. This occasion was no exception, and his constricted penis was pushing to escape it's little prison, as he settled down to lick his wife to yet another satisfying orgasm.

Chris's mind began to wander, as he performed his well practised oral technique, and he started to go over what Chloe had just said about the finger man, which didn't seem to make sense, why not just cancel him? Was she thinking of going ahead with his visit, and what difference did the challenge make?

Before Chris could come up with an answer, Chloe was approaching her climax, so he had to concentrate on what he was doing.

After Chloe's orgasm had subsided, she patted her husband on the head.

"That was lovely darling, you're really good at that. Why don't you carry on licking me, but very gently, I want us to have a little chat. Actually I'm going to talk, and you are going to listen."

Chloe pushed down on Chris's head and pulled him in to her damp pussy.

"Good boy," she said, as he started licking her slit, "just keep doing that and don't interrupt me."

Chris continued licking, wondering what she was going to say.

"Since we started this journey, we've settled in to a regime which I would never have dreamt of, and I need to tell you, that I am now living in a personal heaven. I have total control of your sex life, and therefore of you, I keep you frustrated while having an incredible, totally selfish sex life, I dress like a tart and loads of men hit on me all the time, I punish you for the most minor infractions, and sometimes I punish you for no reason at all. Today I want to tell you that I have decided that this life is now permanent."

"Mnnff." Chris tried to speak.

"I told you not to speak, if you do it again, I'm going to give your balls such a kicking! Now, where was I, oh yes, so you are effectively my slave, and as we go forwards, I'm going to formalise that, but first, the fantasies. We are going to continue doing them, but there will be a major change. In future I will decide what the fantasy is, and how we are going to incorporate it into our lives. You will not express an opinion, you will just obey. I think we are going to have lot's of fun. Now, make me cum again, I'm getting horny just thinking of fun ideas."

Thursday evening Chloe was very demanding again, so Chris spent all of the evening, after the dinner he cooked was finished, with his head between Chloe's legs, making her cum repeatedly. On Friday evening Chris cooked again and when he had finished clearing up he reported to his dominant wife in the lounge.

"So, slave husband, we are now going to do discipline and punishment, which we will always do on Friday evening in future." Chloe announced.

"I don't understand?" Chris replied puzzled, "they sound like the same thing."

"Well, discipline is something we will do every week, whether you've been good or not. It's to remind you who is boss, and it will normally be about a dozen strokes of the cane, or belt, or whatever I choose. Punishment is obviously for things you've done wrong, and the number of strokes I will decide, and they are added to the discipline ones. Do you understand now?"

"I suppose so, but do I have to be punished every week?" Chris whined.

"My God, you really are stupid! You will be disciplined each week, but if you are an absolute angel, you won't be punished. Now do you understand?" Chloe asked, getting exasperated.

"Yes, I do. Sorry."

"Right, so, tonight you have twelve for discipline, and I was going to do eighteen for punishment, but you've been so difficult this evening, that I'm adding another six, so, altogether that's thirty six. Now strip naked and bend over the back of the sofa. I want no sound from you, no begging, no pleading, but you can cry if you want to. If you interrupt me, I'll add another six."

Chris reluctantly started to remove his clothes. He removed his briefs last and stood naked and feeling vulnerable and apprehensive. He had no idea how much the cane would hurt, he hoped he would be brave, but he wasn't at all confident.

"I told you to bend over the back of the sofa, do it!"

Chris jumped with fright at Chloe's barked order, then pulled himself together enough to obey. Bent over the back of the sofa waiting for the cane to strike, Chris felt time hang, he tried to rationalise his situation, but every way he looked at it, if he wanted to ever have an orgasm again, he had to put up with Chloe's crazy rules.

Meanwhile Chloe stripped down to just her bra and panties and started doing limbering up exercises, followed by practice swishes with the cane. Feeling ready for her workout she positioned herself behind and to the left of her subservient husband.

There was a moment when nothing happened, then a brief split second of a swishing, whistling sound, followed by a loud crack. Then the pain hit.

"Aarrhhh! Christ that hurt!" Chris exclaimed.

"Shut up or I'll add more strokes." Chloe demanded.

Swish crack! Swish crack! Chloe settled in to a rhythm and Chris began to cry.

"Crying is good, I like tears, it tells me I'm doing a good job."

Swish crack! Swish crack!

"You know, this is really good exercise, and it's really turning me on, I shall need that tongue between my legs afterwards."

Chris couldn't follow what Chloe was saying, all he could think about was the pain, and would he manage all thirty six. Chloe had already explained to him that if he stopped her short, there would be no orgasm for at least a week, and the shortfall would be doubled and added to next Friday's tally, so he had to get to the end. 

Swish crack! Swish crack!

Chris had lost count! He couldn't remember how many he had already had, surely he must be there.

Chloe hadn't lost count, she was already at thirty seven, and still going. She was having too much fun to stop.

At forty five she stopped.

"There you are baby, all done, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Chris had no idea how to reply. He was in agony from the bottom of his spine, all over his striped arse, and down the backs of his legs, but his imprisoned cock was fighting to expand in it's cage.

"I think the stripes are quite artistically done, if I do say so myself, and looking at them is really turning me on. You must stay naked so I can enjoy looking at them. Now, it's time for you to reveal this week's fantasy. Open the paper sweety."

Chris gingerly opened the folding paper, worried that it would involve the guy with the wandering fingers, who was scheduled to join them for dinner the next night, as far as he knew.

It said 'Money'.

"I don't understand Chloe?" Chris asked.

"Mistress Chloe, or just Mistress, from now on."

"Ok Mistress, but I don't understand how money can be a fantasy?"

"That's ok sweety, I didn't expect you to. Did you think I would be cuckolding you tomorrow night?"

"It did occur to me."

"It's ok, I cancelled him, for now anyway. So, let's talk about money. At the moment I have complete control over every aspect of our lives, especially sex, because I have the key to your cage, agreed?" Chloe started.

"Yes Mistress."

"Except for the money. At the moment you control our money. We're going to rectify that anomaly this weekend." Chloe explained.

"Ok Mistress, but that doesn't sound very sexy?" Chris queried.

"Let me worry about that, now bring me all your credit and debit cards, plus the passwords and so on from the bank accounts. Jump to it!" 

"Yes Mistress."

Chris shot off towards his study while Chloe enjoyed the spectacle of his striped backside.

A few minutes later Chris was back with everything Chloe had demanded.

Chloe took the information and started working on her laptop, changing all the log-ins and passwords, and once she had finished that she cut up all the cards and threw them in the bin.

"Right, this is the new plan. I am now completely in control of all our finances. I will give you cash for you to buy groceries and fuel, and you will provide me with receipts and the change. You are not allowed any personal money for anything. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Ok, there's something else. If I let you fuck me, to get your infrequent sexual release, you'll only last a few seconds, which will just be frustrating for me. Do you agree?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good, so, there's no point in me doing that, it's messy, and I will get nothing out of it, so I will just be giving you hand jobs, or whatever, but, and it's a big but, why should I bother?" She challenged.

"Well, because I will be so desperate."

"Yes, I know that, but why should I care? Do you see my point?" She pressed.

"I don't know mistress." Chris was almost crying.

" Don't worry, I have the solution. You must pay me."

"Pay you? But you said I will have no money?"

"So you must earn some extra money. I happened to notice that Tesco are advertising for evening delivery drivers. You need to go on the site tomorrow and apply, ok?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You will give them your Santander account details, and since I now have the log-ins, I will transfer money to my account before giving you release. Now, there will be a scale of charges, starting with the basics, a ruined hand job for £100."

"One hundred pounds??? How can I afford that?"

"Not really my problem, but if you earn over one hundred pounds each week, then you'll be able to afford a hand job every week. Admittedly a ruined one, but for one hundred and fifty, you could get a full hand job, now surely that would be worth working for?"

"I guess so." Chris didn't sound convinced.

"Now, going up the scale, for two hundred pounds you could fuck me, although you would have to lick me clean afterwards, of course, and for three hundred pounds I would give you a blow job, although you couldn't finish in my mouth for that much. A full blow job, including squirting in my mouth, and me swallowing would be five hundred pounds. So, now you know the scale, you have some control, do you see?" Chloe was very happy with her plan, and she thought it was very erotic.

"But you could just deny me the sex for any weekend, what happens to the money then?" Chris asked, getting into the detail.

"I would take half the balance, which I think is very fair."

"And what will you be doing with all this money? Your salary, the balance of my salary, plus the sex money." Chris queried, sounding annoyed.

"Well, I'm going to follow the advice of a friend of mine, and restrict what I allow myself to spend it on. Firstly jewellery, that's a top priority. Second clothes for myself, including shoes and lingerie. I don't mean going to work clothes, of course, I mean luxury clothes, going out clothes, going on holiday clothes. After clothes comes going out, with friends or whatever, of course, not with you, there's no way I'm wasting hard earned money on going out with you. If you want to go out with me, you'll have to take it out of your sex money. Then finally, there's going away money, and the same applies regarding you, so you will have to save up your sex money if you want a little holiday. Now I think that's all pretty erotic, don't you?"

"For you maybe, but not for me."

Chloe stood up and pulled Chris towards her, as though she was going to hug him, but, unseen by Chris she brought her knee up fast between his legs. The first he knew of it was when his balls exploded with excruciating pain.

"You selfish bastard," she shouted at her prone and groaning husband, "I am your mistress, who you are supposed to worship and adore, but you are only thinking about yourself, perhaps I should deny you this weekend, since you haven't earned any money yet!"

"No, please, Mistress, Goddess, I do worship and adore you, I'm so sorry, how can I make it up to you?"

"Ok, you can make it up by getting your tongue on my pussy, while I start looking at jewellery online. Maybe Sunday I'll feel like giving you a quick wank, on account, and you can pay me back some money each week. It'll be a ruined one, of course, we don't want you getting in to debt to me any more than necessary, now get to work."

Chris began slowly, licking up and down her slit, enjoying the taste and the intoxicating scent of her pussy. As he licked, he was able to reflect on everything his mistress had said to him, and as he thought it all through, he began to feel differently about the whole set up.

Obviously Chloe was going to be completely selfish regarding their money, but the way she had configured it, it was erotic. He would have to work every evening to pay his wife to give him a quick wank, while she spent all their money on herself. It would be tough for him, but he now understood that she was satisfying fantasies that he didn't know he had, she was giving him everything, while appearing to be selfish.

He looked up and took a risk.

"Please may I speak Mistress?" He asked.

"Ok, if you will accept punishment for disobeying me?"

"It isn't my place to give you permission to punish me Mistress, but yes, I understand that I must be punished for my impertinence."

"Very well then, speak briefly."

"First I want to apologise for my ingratitude for what you are doing for me."

"Go on."

"I realised while I was licking your fabulous pussy, that you were satisfying fantasies which I didn't even know I had, you were just way ahead of me, and I'm very ashamed of my adverse reaction, please ignore everything I said." Chris unburdened himself. 

"Oh, ok, go on."

"I didn't understand the finance thing, but now I do. I just wanted to say thank you, and await your punishment for my stupidity."

"Well my darling Chris, that's very nice that you've said all that, and I'm tempted to let you off without a punishment, but I suspect that you would be secretly disappointed by that decision, am I right?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Ok, then come here and let me knee you in the balls again, then you can go back to licking me, ok?"

"Very ok Mistress."

Chris meekly stepped forward, put his hands behind his head and spread his legs. Chloe could perhaps have been lenient, but she wasn't, her knee came up at full force, and Chris collapsed to the floor in agony again.

"Come on, don't lie around there feeling sorry for yourself, lick my pussy."

"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress." Chris croaked as he struggled back to his knees between his wife's legs, and resumed licking her pussy.

Later that evening, when Chloe had gone to bed, and was fast asleep, Chris went onto the Tesco website, and found the job application section. He filled in the form, saying he could do three hours each evening during the week, but nothing at the weekend, so he could spend time with his wife. Having done that he went to bed and cuddled his wife until he fell asleep.

"You said what!?" Chloe exploded, over breakfast Saturday morning.

"That I could do five evenings a week but not the weekend." Chris explained, for the second time.

"But why would you say that?" Chloe shouted.

"Because I want to spend time with you at the weekend." He bleated.

"Well who gives a shit what you want? What I want is lots of money to buy jewellery and clothes. You get back to them and tell them you will work weekends. Got it?"

"Yes Mistress. I've got an interview this morning, so I'll tell them that I can also do weekends." He relented.

"Good, I'm going shopping today, with all the money you had hidden in your bank accounts. When you've had your interview you can do housework until I come home. I'm having an evening out with the girls, so I'll need a little pampering, then when I go out you can get back to your chores."

At the interview, on Saturday morning, Chris told the HR girl that he was also happy to work at the weekends, which she was very pleased about. 

"Do you mean both days, Saturday and Sunday?" She asked.

"Well, I could do with some time off to do the household chores." Chris replied.

"Good grief, what does your wife do?" She enquired.

"She shops." Chris replied, in a matter of fact tone.

"And what do you get out of this arrangement?" The girl pushed further.

"Please don't ask." Chris pleaded.

"I'm sorry Chris, but if you don't tell me, there will be no job." The girl insisted, eager to learn his secret.

"Some sexual relief! Ok?"

"I don't understand?"

"My cock is locked in a cage. I have to work like crazy in order to get relief, once per week, at best." Chris confessed.

"Show me!" She demanded.

Chris really didn't want to be humiliated like that, but he had no choice. He stood up, in front of this attractive girl in her early twenties. Since she was still sitting in her chair, his crotch was right in front of her face.

He undid his belt, his trouser catch and his zip and pulled his trousers and his briefs down in one movement, and stood in front of the girl, unbelievably embarrassed.

"I want to touch it, I'm going to touch you."

She reached her small, delicate right hand towards Chris's cage, and held it. She let go of the cage and held his balls gently, which caused his cock to twitch.

"How long is it since you were last out of here?"

"A week. I may get out tomorrow, if I get this job."

"Well, that's rather up to me, isn't it?" The girl suggested, squeezing his balls a little harder.

"What are you going to do for me, if I give you this job?"

"What do you want? I don't have any money." 

"Get on your knees and close your eyes." She commanded, before standing up and removing her panties, "do a good job, take your time, make me cum lots."

Her sex scent was very different to Chloe's, fresher, younger. Once under her skirt he opened his eyes, so he could see what he was doing, and he immediately fell in love with her hairless pussy. The lips were tight closed, like a tulip before the flower opens, not like Chloe, whose lips were more like a rose in full bloom, open and mature.

He licked slowly and gently up the line of the slit, drawing a gasp from the girl. Her pussy was too closed up for Chris to find her clit, so he continued to lick up and down her smooth slit until, slowly, he notice a slightly different smell and taste. The scent was no longer just young woman's pee, as it became tinged with the scent of arousal.

Gradually, as Chris licked assiduously, the young woman's tiny bud began to engorge. He turned his attention more and more to her clitoris, and the woman became more and more aroused, and finally, emitting little squeaks of excitement, she climaxed.

"Well, that was very nice, I did enjoy your tongue. How often do you do that for your wife?"

"For at least half an hour every day, sometimes twice a day." Chris confided.

"Well, I won't require you that much. Half an hour seems about right, but two or three times a week should be plenty. No, don't get up yet." She instructed, turning around and lifting her skirt.




Chris and Chloe Ch. 03



"Lick my bum, it's feeling itchy."

Chris went to work on the pretty young lady's very desirable bum. He was assailed by a very different scent, which left him in no doubt of what was causing the itchiness.

"Get your tongue right inside, me, that's it, that feels so lovely, I may need you to do this every day. Ok, you can stop now. Report here at ten tomorrow morning."

"Ok, see you tomorrow." Chris said, as he walked out of the door.

All afternoon Chris worked at his chores, washing clothes, his and Chloe's, which gave him a chance to carefully inspect Chloe's panties. He smelled the gusset of all of them, enjoying the variety of scents, but none of them were quite like the youthful scent of the HR girl.

He started cleaning the house, working his way from the bedrooms and bathrooms, to the downstairs, kitchen, utility. All the time he was cleaning he listened to baroque opera arias, mostly Handel, but also Gluck, and Purcell. Chloe hated opera, so he rarely got to listen to his huge collection.

Before they started the fantasies game he would have been fantasising about the possibility of Chloe hooking up with some guy on her girls night out. It was his biggest fantasy, and it was him who had put the cuckolding fantasy into the box, but with his cock locked in a cage, fantasies were the last thing he needed.

Chloe arrived home with a lot of bags, so many that Chris had to help bring them in from the car.

"Come up and help me choose what to wear tonight," Chloe instructed, "did you get the job?"

"Yes, I start tomorrow. There's a bit of a problem. I have to work a week in hand." He confessed.

"Oh, that's annoying, I was looking forward to spending my sex money. That makes sex tomorrow even more crucial for you, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does." Chris agreed, gloomily. 

"Well, you'd better be very good from now till then. By the way, you don't mind me going out clubbing with the girls do you? Have you been fantasising all afternoon about me getting picked up by some guy?"

"I've been trying not to, I'm too horny to be thinking things like that." Chris explained.

"Well, I think that's a shame, since it's your favourite fantasy. I mean, if something like that happens tonight, and you get to have an orgasm tomorrow, you could enjoy me telling you about what happened while I'm stroking you. Anyway, come and help me choose some really sexy clothes."

Chris followed his wife up the stairs, looking longingly at her fabulous pneumatic arse cheeks undulating in front of him.

"Let me quickly shower, while you unpack all the bags." She commanded.

Chris started emptying all the bags out onto their bed. First were two different sets of lingerie from La Senza. A black lacy set of bra and thong, and a purple lacy set, and as he imagined her out clubbing wearing either set, his trapped cock filled the cage, causing him serious discomfort.

Next came a clingy, short black dress, and a cotton blue dress which was so thin it was virtually see through.

"So, which do you think? The clingy black dress with the purple underwear, or the see through dress, with the black undies?"

"The black dress, definitely." Chris proposed.

"Ok, the black dress it is, with the purple underwear and the new purple shoes I bought." Chloe confirmed.

"Oh, I haven't opened the shoes yet, I'll do it now."

"I'll wear the purple ones, they match my underwear." Chloe announced.

"But then no-one will see them."

"Are you sure? I may get lucky. You wouldn't mind would you? After all it is your favourite fantasy." Chloe chuckled.

"I guess not, although a fantasy is not the same as reality."

"I thought that might happen, which is why I got you into that cage before we started to talk about cuckolding. You need to think about what the implications of changing your mind might be, now, go and get me some wine while you think." Chloe commanded."

A few minutes later he was back with her wine in one hand, and a large whisky with ice in the other.

"So, what have you thought?" Chloe asked.

"I'm sorry, I just lost my nerve for a moment. It's still my big fantasy, and I'll support you doing it whenever the moment is right."

"Ok, that's better. We can discuss the topic properly this weekend, but I need you to know that it is on the agenda, and could happen at any time. Ok?" Chloe challenged.

"Yes my love, I know guys will be hitting on you tonight, so I will be prepared to be told that you have cuckolded me, and to be really positive about it."

"That's good sweetheart, now leave me to finish getting dressed, are you ok to drive me into town? I'll get a taxi home, as it will be late, and I'm sure you'll want to have a few drinks, since you can't masturbate." 

Chris left Chloe sitting in front of her mirror in her new sexy, purple, lingerie and went into the kitchen and poured himself a large whisky and added some ice. He gulped a mouthful and sat down to think.

He had never told Chloe about his cuckold fantasy, but she had obviously read the slip and then guessed that it was his strongest fantasy. An accurate guess, as it turned out, but now he was faced with the reality, he wasn't quite so confident. He had another drink of his whisky, then remembered that he had to drive Chloe into town and put his glass down.

Chris knew Chloe would take ages getting ready, but he couldn't settle to anything, there was nothing he wanted to watch on TV, he tried to read his current book, a murder investigation by Peter James, set around Brighton, which wasn't far from where they lived, but he couldn't get interested in that either. In the end he settled for surfing porn on his i pad, specifically, cuckolding.

As he read the stories about wives cuckolding their husbands, his stress started to reduce, and his arousal increased. That made him uncomfortable in the cage, but it was preferable to the mental anguish. He read on.

About half an hour later, Chloe walked into the lounge looking absolutely stunning. Her dress clung to every contour of her body, her bra was so thin, her nipples were clearly visible, and the dress was so short, almost any move would reveal her panties.

"Wow!" Chris exclaimed, "you look amazing!"

"Thank you my love. Do you think men will want me?"

"Of course they will, they'll be all over you." He replied.

"That's good, cos I'm so horny and I need someone else, not you."

"I see."

"Don't be like that, you know it turns you on too, now let's go."

They didn't speak at all on the journey, but when Chloe was getting out of the car she leaned across and kissed her husband on the lips.

"I love you so much." She told him.

"I love you too," he replied, "have fun."

"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, while you are fucking me."

Chris drove off and quickly decided to call in at the pub, in the hope of meeting some mates who would take his mind off what his wife was doing. He didn't see any of his mates, but there was a very pretty barmaid, so he ordered a pint of London Pride, and settled himself on a bar stool and started chatting to her.

"Well, well, well, look who's here, Chloe's wimp of a husband. Here drowning your sorrows are you?" 

Chris looked round, horrified to see three of Chloe's friends. They were all attractive, the one who spoke had long dark brown hair, quite large breasts, and big brown eyes. The other two were blondes, but they couldn't have been more different from one another, one being tall and willowy, while the other was quite short and petite. Chris, in his frustrated state would have happily fucked any or all of them.

"It's no use flirting with cucky here, his cock is apparently locked in a cage, isn't that right cuck?" The brunette said, grabbing his crotch and squeezing his balls against the cage.

"Come on cucky boy, we want to see your cage right now." The short blonde commanded, as the attractive brunette who was holding his balls started dragged him towards the ladies toilets. The other two women, grabbed an arm each and frog marched him through the pub.

Chris was terrified, humiliated, embarrassed, but above all aroused, as he was forced through the door of the ladies toilets.

"Oh my God, what are you doing?" A young but rather fat young lady exclaimed as she walked out of a cubicle, still pulling her big granny panties up.

"Wait a minute and you'll find out, you won't regret it." The little blonde replied.

"Drop em!" The brunette ordered, pointing at Chris's Levi jeans.

"Look, this is getting beyond a joke."Chris complained.

Faster than he could have believed, the gym toned brunette brought her right knee up into Chris's un-protected groin. The pain was sudden and immense, but the two blondes still had him gripped by his arms so he didn't fall to the floor.

"I told you to drop them!" She shouted into his face.

Chris registered her perfume as she stared into his watering eyes, she seemed even more attractive, now she was taking control of him. He undid his belt, and lowered his jeans.

"And the panties, idiot." She shouted, her mouth so close to his that he could feel the warmth of her breath.

He lowered his black briefs slowly, and as he stood up straight again, he realised that humiliation was being heaped upon humiliation.

"Aaah, how cute," the short blonde cooed, "it's trying to get hard".

All four women laughed.

Chris turned bright red, but his pecker still held the cage up away from his body.

The sexy brunette was still in his face, and she grabbed his balls again and started massaging them. She leaned in to his face, parted her lips slightly, and started to kiss him. He was aroused before, but as she massaged his still sore testicles, and snaked her tongue in and out of his mouth, his arousal just grew and grew. He was actually beginning to think it might be possible to cum, even in the cage, when the fat girl pulled her away.

"My turn I think," she said, inserting herself between the brunette and Chris. 

Unfortunately for Chris, the brunette didn't let go of his balls, and, in fact, she used them to try to haul herself back in front of his face, but the fat girl had weight and momentum on her side, and the brunette was forced to let go and move.

The fat girl was ecstatic at having won her chance with the caged man. She grabbed his balls and squeezed hard, as her wet lips smacked against her victim's mouth. She was different in every way to his previous kissing partner. She also wore perfume, but it was cheap, her kissing was sloppy, and she mangled his balls rather than massaging them.

After several minutes of attacking Chris ravenously, she pulled back, hitched up her skirt, pulled down her grubby white panties, and pushed down on his head.

"Get down there and make me cum, cuck boy." She ordered.

"My God, we'll be here hours!" The tall blonde complained.

"Let's go and get some drinks while he gets her off." The brunette suggested. 

"Good idea," the short one agreed, "we can decide what we are going to do with him."

Meanwhile Chris was plunged into hell. Some women have a gentle scent to their pussies, some have a distinct musky aroma. The fat girl's cunt just stank of stale urine. It smelled as though she never washed, as though water had never touched this hell hole. Her pubic hair was a forest of tangled brambles, her cunt lips were huge and floppy, and her arousal juice tasted terrible.

"Do a good job or I'll kick your balls into the back of your throat," she instructed.

Chris began licking up and down her sticky, smelly lips, causing more and more arousal juice to cover his face. After quite a while she started to get really excited, and Chris was beginning to wonder whether he could drown in cunt juice.

As she got closer and closer to her climax, she pulled his head hard into her soaked pussy, and when she finally went over the edge, she squirted like a fire hose, sending her emission up his nose, and down his throat. For a while she hung on to her lover, riding her orgasm for as long as possible, and then she suddenly pushed him away, sending him flying backwards to crash into an empty stall.

"You can keep the panties for me cuck, I'll get them back from you later." She instructed, before flouncing out of the toilet.

Chris had no idea what she meant, but he put the disgusting underwear into his pocket anyway. He sorted his clothes, washed his face and left the ladies toilets, just as two girls were walking in.

"Get out you disgusting pervert!" One of them shouted, while the other kicked his ankles, then both girls started giggling.

Chris headed directly for the exit, and he nearly made it, but suddenly the sexy brunette was in his face again, and the two blondes were either side of him.

"Where are you off to?" The brunette asked, grabbing his balls yet again.

"Just getting some fresh air." He responded, thinking on his feet.

"She was a bit smelly, I agree, but she just told us that she was going to ride your face again later, she just wants to get properly fucked by a couple of hunky guys first." The short blonde told him.

"And she told us you kept her knickers as hostage, to make sure you don't forget her." The tall blonde added.

"So we promised to deliver you back to her later in the evening." The brunette added.

"Please don't do that," Chris begged, "she smelt and tasted disgusting!"

"We thought you might be a bit reluctant," tall blonde added, "so we took a load of pics of you servicing her. I don't think Chloe will be letting you out of that cage any time soon after she sees them."

"There's another problem," brunette announced, squeezing his balls harder, "you've made the fat bitch cum and you've done nothing at all for us.

"We've decided to go back to my flat and you can lick us all to several screaming orgasms, then we'll take you to the club and hand you back to the fat bitch." Tall blonde explained.

"We've sent all the pics to her, so I suspect that she'll be making use of your oral skills pretty often in future. By the way, do you think she ever washes? She really stank!" Short blonde explained, smiling broadly.

The three women led a defeated man a few streets to an apartment block, then in to a small but pleasant studio apartment.

"Ok, clothes off and on your knees," brunette ordered, "pour us some wine Anne, I'm gasping." She told tall blonde.

Chris spent the next seventy five minutes servicing the three sexy women with his tongue. He absolutely adored every minute, each woman tasting different to the others, but all of them smelling fragrant.

When they were all satisfied he washed, dressed and got to his knees in front of them.

"You are three very beautiful women, and I would happily spend any free time I have licking you all to orgasm, but please don't make me serve that fat slut again, she is disgusting." Chris begged.

"I'm sorry Chris, but we really did send the very explicit pictures to her, together with Chloe's e-mail address, so there's nothing we can do. But don't worry, we kept copies, so you will be serving all three of us very frequently as well." Brunette explained.

"Come on guys, it's time to lead our lamb to the slaughter." Anne suggested.

Fifteen minutes later they were in the club, looking for the fat girl.

"There she is," short blonde said, "coming back from the toilets with those three guys, she really is a horny fat bitch, isn't she."

"I've heard she will fuck anyone, no wonder she needs a clean up boy." Short blonde clarified.

Chris groaned inwardly when he saw the disgusting woman being mauled by three rough looking men.

"Look who else we can see," short blonde announced,"there's Chloe with Stevie, hasn't she fucked him before?"

"Yeah, several times I think," brunette replied.

"What do you mean, several times before?" Chris asked, feeling slightly sick.

"Oh, poor boy, didn't you know? Chloe has been screwing around all the time you've known her, she got you into the cage so she doesn't have to keep it secret anymore."

Chris felt really ill, and he was struggling to take in what the girls were telling him.

"You mean she's fucked lots of men while we've been married?" He asked, almost crying.

"Absolutely," Anne confirmed, "she fucked two guys in the car on the way to your wedding, and was fucked by your best man while she was getting changed to go on honeymoon."

"I heard she had several guys during the honeymoon, but I don't know any details," brunette offered, "anyway here's your date for the rest of the evening, have fun, I hope you don't drown."

All three women laughed as the smelly fat lady led him towards the exit.

"I've got so much cum in me Chris," she told him, "you're going have to clean it all up before I can properly enjoy your tongue, but don't worry, I'll sit on your face so it all runs down your throat easily."