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Journal Extracts Ch. 01

By: JRPMTP



The following are verbatim extracts from my Journals, including dialogue as recorded at the time; plus additional, (bracketed) explanation or comment if and when required. I have kept a Diary since my childhood but switched to the Journal format a couple of years before these entries begin, finding the unstructured pages of a notebook more useful than the limiting daily sections of a diary.

First a few minimal personal details. 

At the time of these first entries I was 36, my wife, a petite and very attractive brunette, 33. Childless, we had been married for 8 years.

SATURDAY, JULY 19, 2003.

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

SUNDAY, JULY 20, 2003.

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

MONDAY, JULY 21, 2003.

Drove to Fowey and the Daphne Du Maurier visitor centre, one of our favourite authors. Interesting to see the area she was so familiar with.

Relaxing in the rear garden later when Doug popped round to suggest meeting up for a drink in the evening. Marie was only wearing her yellow bikini pants and he could hardly take his eyes off her breasts! In the pub later he could hardly take his eyes off her legs, Marie wearing a rather short skirt. I think we all probably drank too much, I was certainly too far gone for lovemaking later. The drink also loosened Doug's tongue because during a visit to the loo he bemoaned the lack of sex in his life, admitting to not having had intercourse since his marriage broke up over three years ago. Doug said he envied me having a very attractive, sexy looking wife.

TUESDAY, JULY 22, 2003.

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

WEDNESDAY, JULY 23, 2003.

Drove to a number of castles around Bodmin. Went on my own as Marie said she didn't fancy walking round a lot of stuffy old buildings and wanted to sunbathe instead.

On my return I found her sunbathing in Doug's garden. He'd invited us to use it, which is good of him, as his garden is not only more secluded than ours but also better appointed. I bet Doug was disappointed though because Marie reclined next to him wearing her short mauve skirt and white top instead of being topless as in our garden! Marie had enjoyed her rest in the sun anyway; she seemed on top of the world. Annoyingly though, there was still no lovemaking tonight.

THURSDAY, JULY 24, 2003.

We'd planned a trip to the lost gardens of Heligan today but Marie again cried off, which surprised me as I thought it was something she was particularly interested in seeing. I said I'd stay and sunbathe with her, a bit annoyed because it's not really my thing; I like to get out and about as Marie well knows. Indeed, she encouraged me to go without her, saying it wasn't fair to spoil my holiday plans on her account.

When I returned from a very enjoyable trip Marie was again sunbathing in Doug's garden, this time topless, which no doubt accounted for his jolly demeanour; several hours of ogling my wife's breasts! I waxed lyrical about the places I'd been but neither of them seemed particularly interested. I invited Doug to join us for an evening meal as a thank you for keeping Marie amused in my absence which he smilingly accepted.

We went to the usual pub but this time I deliberately restrained my drinking. However, it didn't do me any good as Marie wasn't in the mood for sex. When she undressed I noticed a blemish on her bottom and jokingly said it looked like a love bite. Oh, that must be the bruise from when I walked into a corner of the table Marie told me, quickly slipping into her nightdress, no doubt to dampen my ardour.

FRIDAY, JULY 25, 2003.

Out on my own again today, this time by train to Liskeard. I didn't find it very interesting though, and decided to catch an early train back to Looe and take Marie for a pub lunch. You never know it might put her in the mood for an afternoon of lovemaking.

She wasn't in the cottage so I assumed she'd be next door sunbathing again. Popping upstairs to change my shirt, I glanced out of a rear window to check if Marie was indeed next door, the window commanding a good view of Doug's garden.

What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Doug's bare backside was pumping up and down like a piston and the knees bent up on either side of it were plainly Marie's! I was dumbstruck, rooted to the spot and staring as though hypnotised by the sight of Doug fucking my wife. I soon realised I could also hear Marie's ecstatic cries ringing out as he really gave it to her. Strangely there was no thought of running outside and venting my anger. Stranger still was the realisation that I had developed an erection!

What happened next I can only attribute to frustration caused by the lack of sex during our holiday because I actually stood there masturbating while watching Doug fucking my wife! I came in my hand long before he did, but inside Marie.

The reason for his longevity was explained when I later learned that it was their second bout of intercourse that morning.

Shocked, not only by the discovery of my wife's adultery but my own automatic reaction to it, I just remained standing at the window until the end. When Marie's cries reached a crescendo I was shattered to realise she'd experienced orgasm, something never attained during intercourse but only through oral sex with me. When Doug eventually rolled off to lie beside her I received yet another shock. His penis, though now flaccid, looked huge. Certainly considerably bigger than my own modest member.

Seeing the lovers looking very contented and pleased with themselves I was uncertain what to do. However, when Marie began playing with Doug's penis it was time to act. Running next door, I blurted out that I'd seen everything from the window. Marie was embarrassed to have been caught out but not so Doug who just said, "I suppose you had a wank while watching, otherwise you'd have intervened."

I bit my lip saying nothing; he'd rather taken the wind out of my sails.

"I'm right, aren't I?" he persisted, and I nodded dumbly.

Doug laughed before telling me to fetch them a couple of drinks as it was hot work making love in the sun. I just turned to do his bidding as though on automatic pilot. Before I'd finished preparing their drinks Doug came in needing the loo. Pausing in his passage through the kitchen he said, "If you saw as much as you said you'll know how much your wife enjoyed it."

I just nodded dumbly.

"And presumably Marie's happiness is important to you?" 

"Of course," I replied.

"Then you'll not object to your wife spending the remainder of the holiday in my bed rather than yours," Doug grinned, knowing he'd caught me there.

When I remained silent he added, "I'm a benevolent sort of chap. I'll let you watch and have a wank from time to time while I'm fucking your wife."

LATER.

Well here I am spending the night alone while Marie shares Doug's bed. At least she was apologetic when fetching a few of her things, telling me it will only be for another week and his lovemaking is so exquisite she couldn't say no, a comment which makes my own situation seem even more humiliating. I also know by this time that while I've been sightseeing on my own these last few days, Doug has been fucking my wife.

SATURDAY, JULY 26, 2003.

It was strange waking up alone; humiliating too, knowing my wife is in bed with Doug next door, and I found myself wondering what they were up to. This unexpected turn of events also throws all my holiday planning awry.

After breakfast I went next door to see if they were up. Opening his door wearing just a robe, Doug told me to pop along to the shop and get him a pint of milk, a thick sliced loaf and a paper, specifying the Telegraph. As he wasn't dressed it seemed natural for me to do Doug's shopping. He was in the kitchen making coffee when I returned and told me that I might as well carry on making their breakfast and take it up to them on a tray along with his paper.

"You know how Marie likes her coffee after all," he said.

"Here's the till receipt," I said handing it to Doug, only to see him crumple the scrap of paper and throw it in the bin.

With that he left me to it. On top of not reimbursing me the cost of his shopping Doug seemed intent on using me as a servant, I thought to myself while preparing their breakfast.

(When we went for a meal that evening it was left for me to pick up the bill; a practice which was to continue throughout the week.)

I carried the tray upstairs and into the bedroom, Doug admonishing me for not knocking. While I stood meekly listening to his words - in future I must always knock before entering his bedroom - my eyes were on my naked wife lying beside him. Inevitably I developed an erection. After placing their respective breakfasts on the bedside cabinets on either side of the bed I turned to go.

"Come back in about half an hour for the mugs and things. You can do the washing-up. In the meantime make yourself useful by mowing the lawn, the mowers in the shed," he told me.

I've no idea why I obeyed Doug; there was obviously no compulsion but it just seemed the natural thing to do and I set to and cut his grass before returning upstairs for the breakfast things. This time I tapped on the door and waited for Doug's voice to bid me enter.

"Good, your learning," he grinned.

He then told me I was expected to serve their breakfast at the same time each morning, along with his newspaper, when he'd give me my instructions for the day. I just nodded before taking the tray back down to the kitchen. While doing the washing-up I contemplated the humiliation of being treated as little more than a lackey by this guy who was daily fucking my wife but oddly there was no question of refusing his orders.

(The rest of our holiday passed, for me at least, in something of a blur. Doug continued to 'enjoy' as he put it, my wife each day while using me to carry out various chores for him. I washed his car one day and on another dusted and hoovered his house from top to bottom while they went to St Austel for the day. Perhaps I hoped to please Marie by serving her lover in this way and that marital relations would be resumed after the holiday, when hopefully her brief fling would quickly be forgotten. Each morning while making Doug's bed the semen stains would remind me that he wasn't using a condom while having sex with my wife. Lucky sod, I've never had sex without one. We don't want children but unlike Doug I haven't had a vasectomy in case we change our minds at some stage.)

FRIDAY, AUGUST 1, 2003.

The final day before our return to normality tomorrow.

All week Doug had been teasing me about watching their lovemaking and today he wanted it to happen. I was reluctant, knowing it would be humiliating for me, but he was insistent.

"I want you to see for yourself just how much your wife likes my cock," he told me.

However, there was a bit more to it than that. While Marie was in the bathroom Doug ordered me to strip naked. He then tied me to a chair facing the foot of the bed, my wrists secured behind my back. 

"Now you won't be able to play with your little cock while watching me fucking your wife," he jeered. "Later I'm going to put you across my knee and spank your bare arse in front of her."

"Oh no," I gasped, his words sending shivers up and down my spine, but Doug just laughed.

I felt my humiliation would be complete. 

When Marie re-entered the bedroom she merely laughed at my predicament before undressing, deliberately I felt, keeping in my line of sight. My rapidly developing erection proved another source of amusement for them. When she slipped out of her skirt, I saw Marie was wearing stockings and suspenders and guessed she'd donned them to tease me, no doubt at Doug's instruction. It's the first time I've seen my wife in stockings and suspenders all holiday but Doug made a point of telling me that she's worn them for him a couple of times. 

With my wife now naked but for the stockings and suspenders Doug moved behind her and his hands came round to cup Marie's pert little breasts. How I envied him as he played with them, rolling and tweaking Marie's nipples. Directly one of his hands began travelling slowly down her body my wife moved her legs apart in anticipation. Doug grinned over Marie's shoulder at me before sliding his hand between her thighs. I groaned, I couldn't help myself, and he laughed.

"Your wife's cunt is lovely and wet. Eager for my cock to fill it," Doug taunted, but at least she blushed at his words.

They remained like that for several minutes, Doug continuing to grin over my wife's shoulder at me while his fingers rubbed and probed between her legs. Perhaps it was just as well my hands were tied otherwise I would almost certainly have humiliated myself further at this point by masturbating.

Eventually Doug stripped off and I couldn't prevent a gasp breaking from my lips when his mighty penis was revealed in all its glory. Seeing it fully erect for the first time I was consumed by envy, my own looking pathetically small in comparison. Marie then sat sideways on my lap, the feel of her warm flesh on mine doing nothing to diminish my erection. Next I experienced the torment of seeing my wife licking, kissing and sucking, Doug's penis just inches from my face. I was actually groaning when she repeated the same process with his balls. Marie has never sucked my balls but she was doing so to Doug's with abandon. I also took it as an indication of my wife's infatuation for the guy - that and her willingness to play her part in my humiliation.

"Time to reciprocate," he told her. 

While Marie climbed eagerly on to the bed Doug very slowly, and with a mocking smile on his face, rubbed his penis and balls all over my face.

"I'll do this again after I've fucked your wife so you can smell her juices on my cock," he hissed in my ear before joining her on the bed.

He was on top of her in a 69, presumably again enjoying the feel of Marie's mouth on his genitals. I couldn't see from my position. What I could see was the top of Doug's head as it moved about between her thighs. I soon heard cries of pleasure from the other end of the bed and knew my wife had abandoned his penis for the time being to fully enjoy the feel of Doug's tongue between her thighs. Eventually she was writhing and yelling in orgasm and I felt chagrined to see the power of it. Doug raised his head, chin glistening wetly, and there was a triumphant expression on his face. Climbing from the bed Doug strolled - swaggered, almost - to the foot of it with his erect penis in hand.

"Now I'm going to fuck your wife, filling her cunt with my cock the way your little thing never has," he taunted.

He was on the bed then and moving on to her. Doug's buttocks rose and remained in the air for a few seconds before sinking slowly back down, accompanied by a joyful cry from Marie. Up and down moved his buttocks, each thrust of his penis into her eliciting further cries of joy from my wife. Suddenly his movements ceased and he turned his head to look over his shoulder at me.

"The entire length of my cock's buried deep inside your wife's cunt and she loves it," Doug taunted, wriggling his buttocks to elicit further cries from her.

I bit my lip, Doug laughing at my distraught expression.

"Now watch closely while I give your wife a good fucking, you might learn something."

He did too! Again I was as though hypnotised by the sight of Doug's buttocks pounding up and down between my wife's thighs, but this time of course at much closer range. Marie's wild cries rang out and I twisted and turned in vain against my bonds, not sure if I wanted to pull the guy off or masturbate while watching him fucking her! Marie's knees were up on either side of Doug's pumping backside and she clung to him desperately, all the while yelling ecstatically. I've never seen my wife in such a state.

"I'm coming," he suddenly grunted. "Filling your wife's cunt with my cream."

The clenching of Doug's buttocks confirmed his words.

My torment was far from over though. Rolling off, Doug seized a pillow to push beneath Marie's buttocks, thus raising them. "There, have a good look at what I've been enjoying while you've gone without these past two weeks."

Staring between her thighs I let slip an involuntary groan at the sight of my wife's vagina gaping open quite lewdly following the pounding he'd given her, Doug's semen clearly visible in and around it.

Fortunately Marie slipped to the bathroom and so missed my next humiliation for Doug kept his word. Laughing all the while, he again rubbed his penis and balls over my face, this time the smell of sexual activity strong in my nose.

Untying me, Doug took my place on the chair and instructed me to drape myself over his lap. It was what I'd been dreading but there was no thought of refusal; I adopted the required position with barely a protest. Next there came the final indignity when the guy I'd just watched fucking my wife proceeded to spank my bare bottom in front of her. Marie, though, seemed to find my humiliation at the hands of her lover highly amusing, even encouraging Doug to keep going when he showed signs of flagging. To my shame I was unable to prevent the cries which broke involuntarily from my lips. 

"That's brought the colour to his cheeks," Doug said, finally tiring, and they both laughed. "Now clear off back next door."

Dressed and in the hallway about to leave, I looked up when Doug called from the landing. "I suppose you'll have a wank. Here, use these."

He threw my wife's knickers down, laughing when I automatically bent to pick them up. Leaving my tormentors cottage I let myself into our own and directly I was inside, literally still in the hallway, quickly released my erection to masturbate frantically into Marie's knickers! It seemed as if I'd been erect for hours.

When I went to bed I masturbated again while reliving in my mind the extraordinary events of the evening.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 2, 2003.

Incredible as it seems I masturbated again first thing this morning and can only put it down to pent-up frustration caused by my lack of sex over the last fortnight.

While I served their breakfast Doug asked me if I'd had a wank. When I replied in the affirmative he asked how many times, seeming to possess an uncanny knack of divining things.

"Three," I replied, almost whispering in my shame, which Doug found highly amusing.

Marie had done most of her packing so I loaded the car while they breakfasted, wanting to escape the gloating Doug as soon as possible. However, it wasn't that simple. I was sent upstairs to change Doug's soiled sheets for one last time while they said their goodbye's in the hall. The crumpled, semen-stained top sheet showed evidence of much sexual activity and I bundled it up quickly. Out of sight, out of mind.


Journal Extracts Ch. 01



While Marie went out to the car Doug held me back. "I'm keeping these as a trophy," he smirked, fishing a pair of Marie's knickers from his pocket.

"I've fucked your wife twenty seven times in eleven days," he went on, seemingly boasting of his prowess. "While you haven't had it at all."

Doug's laughter followed me out to the car.

We were both very quiet during the journey home, Marie I suspect already beginning to regret her fling with Doug.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 9, 2003.

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

SUNDAY, AUGUST 10, 2003.

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

(Further extracts to follow.) 



Journal Extracts Ch. 02



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

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 25, 2003.

Our sex life remains non-existent at the moment but at least Marie seems to be emerging from the listless, subdued state she's been in ever since our holiday. In fact she seems to be returning, albeit slowly, to her old cheerful and bubbly self. Perhaps she's getting over the guilt feelings about her adulterous affair with Doug.

(I hadn't had sex with my wife since the disastrous episode mentioned at the end of the first Journal extracts but my assessment of Marie's feelings couldn't have been further from the truth, as the following extract will show.)

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 2003.

Marie's growing cheerfulness, her demeanour seeming to become more animated with each passing day, has been explained. I'm writing up my Journal in our spare bedroom whilst very aware of the rhythmic pounding of bedsprings emanating from the adjacent master bedroom. The sound of the bedsprings coupled with my wife's ecstatic cries, makes it plain that Doug's fucking her yet again. He only arrived five hours ago but has already fucked Marie three times! This is a resume of the day's events.

Hoping to take advantage of Marie's cheerfulness this morning - she was singing in the shower - I tentatively suggested sex, pointing out that it had been a long time. She just laughed however, and told me to be patient; I would be able to relieve my frustration later. I now know what she meant as within minutes of his arrival Doug was fucking my wife on the hall floor with me, to my shame, masturbating while I watched. I was that frustrated!

We were sitting in the lounge when Marie suddenly jumped up exclaiming, "He's here!" before dashing out to the front door.

She'd been in a strange mood all day, a sense of nervous anticipation about her, and I now saw the reason why. Looking out of the window I was astonished to recognise Doug's car on the drive and the guy himself alighting from it. Stunned, I followed Marie out into the hall in time to witness her greeting Doug with a long and passionate kiss during which his hands squeezed her bottom. Then the aforementioned scene took place.

Lifting my wife's skirt, Doug said, "Good, you've taken your knickers off ready for me."

"Of course, it's what you wanted. I took them off hour's ago," she replied.

Lowering her to the carpet, where Marie pulled her skirt high and eagerly spread her legs - far too eagerly for my liking, Doug swiftly dropped his trousers and underpants to mount her. The front door having been left open in their eagerness to get at one another, I hastily closed it. Then, and hoping they wouldn't see me, I quickly unzipped to release my own erection. To my undying shame I then masturbated frantically, eyes glued to Doug's buttocks, pumping rapidly up and down between my wife's thighs. I quickly came in my hand and then leaned back against the door, shattered by the experience but with eyes still glued to Doug's pumping buttocks.

Only when their intercourse was over did Doug acknowledge my existence, saying, "Fetch my cases from the car and unpack them in the main bedroom after shifting your stuff to the spare. I shall be occupying the marital bed for the next seven weeks."

Like in Cornwall I just turned to carry out his bidding, devastated by his comment about staying seven weeks. I did as Doug wanted, first moving all my clothes and anything else I might need into the spare room, before installing his in their place. For some reason, I found the distasteful task of unpacking Doug's underpants particularly humiliating.

I'd just about finished when they came in, Marie naked but for stockings and suspenders, her radiance plain to see. Doug, in just his underpants, said, "Good, you've finished. Now clear off and close the door on your way out."

My last glimpse as I closed the door was of Doug slipping out of his underpants with my wife already on the bed, legs wide apart awaiting his pleasure. I experienced a pang of envy when I saw Doug's penis and Marie's very obvious eagerness to receive it. I'd forgotten, perhaps deliberately, just how big he is. 

It turns out that Doug owns several properties in and around Looe, deriving a very good income from them. He closes most of the holiday homes at the end of October for the winter months, employing a couple of cleaners/handymen to do any work that is needed during that period. Hence his sudden appearance at our house and the explanation for Marie's growing cheerfulness as his arrival time approached. Unbeknown to me they've kept in touch.

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 2003.

Doug, already making his presence felt, has ordered me to fetch his newspaper and serve their breakfast in bed each morning just like I did in Cornwall. It will mean a bit of a rush on work days but so be it.

(Fortunately I run my own business and can be fairly flexible in my hours. Marie also does a certain amount of office work for the firm but during Doug's stay I had to employ a temp to carry out her duties. Another expense, but he said - and I quote - that my wife would be spending far too much time on her back with her legs open to have any to spare for mundane work.) 

I was ordered to wash his car this afternoon, getting rid of the grime accumulated during his journey here.

"In fact you can clean my car once a week during my stay," he added with a grin while giving me my instructions.

I was ordered to fill his car up with petrol after cleaning it, which I did despite knowing from past experience that I wouldn't be reimbursed the cost. Later I received my reward! Telling me to drop my trousers and underpants Doug ordered me across his knee for a spanking, first calling Marie from the kitchen to witness it. 

"Just so you understand you place," he grinned, beginning to spank my bared backside.

As with my experiences in Cornwall there was never any question of refusal in my mind, I just submitted meekly to the guy. I found it particularly galling that, as in Cornwall, Marie actually encouraged Doug in his chastisement of my buttocks, seeming to find it exciting. However by the time I was permitted to stand I sported a full erection, something a mocking Doug pointed out to Marie, so surprisingly a part of me must find this sort of thing arousing.

Because he intends staying with us until Christmas they've concocted a story in which he purports to be Marie's uncle should friends or acquaintances pay us a visit and wonder who he is. Marie's family being mostly in Ireland and unlikely to turn up themselves it's hopefully a story we can get away with.

So it is that I have the dubious prospect of spending the next seven weeks sleeping alone while Doug takes my place in the marital bed, and between my wife's legs - as he delighted in telling me.

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 2003.

The following transaction took place between Doug and me earlier today. It's now half-past ten and I'm preparing for bed.

"Here, I've brought you these," Doug said handing me an envelope.

Inside I found six photographs of Marie, all depicting her naked and posing on his bed in Cornwall.

"You can keep those I've plenty more," he added with a smirk.

I'd known Doug to be a keen amateur photographer with some expensive looking equipment but hadn't realised Marie had posed for his camera during our holiday. I certainly wouldn't have expected it of her. Normally quite a shy girl it demonstrates my wife's infatuation for the guy.

"You can look at the pics and play with your little cock while I enjoy the real thing," Doug jeered.

With that he left the room, turning in the doorway to taunt, "Make the most of the pics; they're the closest you'll get to it for a couple of months."

Indeed, with the photos of my wife laid out before me I've just masturbated, the visual stimuli augmented by Marie's ecstatic cries as Doug pleasured her next door!

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 19, 2003.

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

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 31, 2003.

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

THURSDAY, JANUARY 1, 2004.

At long last Marie has been willing to discuss her fling with Doug. She assures me she's not in love with him and that I'll understand her needs. Blushing somewhat, my wife told me she'd never realised that the sexual pleasure and satisfaction she experiences with Doug could exist. To my shame it seems I've never been able to satisfy my wife in bed but prior to her fling with Doug she hadn't really thought much about it. Adding further to my sense of shame and humiliation, Marie said she'd never experienced orgasm with me; Doug on the other hand, took her there every time they made love, even producing multiple orgasms in her at times, which my ears testified to!

(Unfortunately, she must have said something to Doug on similar lines because over the next three months he frequently taunted me about the way he was bringing my wife to orgasm, day after day, while I never had.)

FRIDAY, JANUARY 2, 2004.

Doug has returned bringing me a Christmas present! It's a cane which he said will replace his hand for my weekly punishment.

LATER.

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

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 7, 2004.

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

SUNDAY, APRIL 4, 2004.

Doug has gone having spent the last three months fucking my wife pretty much on a daily basis, usually more than once a day, lucky blighter. They even had anal intercourse during her periods, a fact which Doug delighted in telling me. I'm surprised my wife could take such a large penis in that way but her wild and lusty yells and shouts left me in no doubt as to the truth of his words. I'm also rather shocked by Marie's evident enjoyment of anal intercourse with him, not having experienced it before. Of course, Doug derived great pleasure in taunting me about how intimately he knows my wife, saying that unlike me he's come inside her mouth, vagina and anus. 

His parting shot - and something I have little reason to doubt - is that Marie will never again be satisfied with my tiny penis, having been fucked hundreds of times by his much larger one.

"I've been breaking your wife in for other guys to enjoy," he teased. 

(So ends my Journal extracts detailing Marie's affair - infatuation rather - with Doug. Perhaps inevitably his final words proved all too true. Over the years since then a growing number of guys have had the pleasure of fucking my wife so further extracts will follow.)



Journal Extracts Ch. 03



WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 18, 2004.

Glastonbury today. Had a good look round the ancient abbey ruins before making the climb up to the Tor. Marie didn't fancy the climb so we arranged to meet in a café on my return. Incredible views from the Tor and well worth the exertion to get up to it.

Met Marie at the café afterwards and found her in animated conversation with a guy who looked vaguely familiar. He introduced himself as Tom and it turns out he's staying at the same hotel as us, hence the vague familiarity. Told them about my visit to the Tor commenting to Marie, perhaps a bit annoyed that I'd had to make the trip on my own, that she wouldn't have found it too arduous. Tom arranged to meet us for a drink in the hotel bar this evening.

LATER.

Enjoyed a drink with Tom. He's in Bath for a few days on business but didn't specify what kind. A guy of 50, Tom's a great wit and conversationalist and Marie sparkled in his company.

Returning from a visit to the loo at one point I could have sworn Tom's hand was on my wife's thigh but I may have been mistaken as he excused himself soon after my return, saying he needed an early night.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 19, 2004.

I woke up soon after midnight needing the loo. Marie's side of the bed being empty I assumed she'd beat me to it. When she hadn't returned after about five minutes, and with my bladder now bursting, I thought I'd better see if she was OK. To my surprise the en-suite was empty. Having relieved myself I returned to bed puzzled as to where she could be.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was the sound of the door closing. I feigned sleep as Marie tiptoed into the room carrying her shoes. She also seemed to be carrying her underwear and the sight brought me fully awake and upright in the bed. Embarrassed, she had little choice but to confess where she'd been. 

There is no easy way of writing this but it transpires that Tom had urged my wife to visit his room while I was asleep! In answer to my tentative question, not that I had any doubt, Marie admitted having had sex with him. What's more she's agreed to visit his room again tonight and nothing I could say would change her mind. In fact she told me how annoying she found it when I'd sat up reading longer than usual, thus delaying her departure.

"At least I won't have to hang about waiting for you to go to sleep, now you know," she commented.

I begged Marie not to let on to Tom that I knew about her having sex with him and she agreed. At least I'd be spared that humiliation, preferring Tom to think he was fucking my wife behind my back than that I knew but was powerless to stop her.

LATER.

Breakfast was an embarrassment though. Inevitably Tom joined us and seeing his smirking face across the table and listening to my wife giggling at everything he said did nothing for my appetite. I could just imagine him gloating as he remembered cuckolding me with Marie last night and how he would do so again tonight.

Stayed in Bath today as we'd planned. Went to the Book Museum which was very interesting, also the Assembly Rooms. After a light lunch we viewed the Royal Crescent followed by Bath Postal Museum before returning to the hotel. Annoyingly, the first person we saw on entering the hotel was Tom who had just completed his business. He's leaving for home after breakfast tomorrow. While waiting for the lift he asked about our day and I replied that it had been interesting but tiring. I was looking forward to a nice long soak in the bath. We were about to enter the lift when the receptionist called across that there was a phone call for me so I went to take it while they travelled up without me. The call was from the President of Bath Rotarians telling me tonight's meeting has been cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances. Pity, I was looking forward to going along as a guest. Still, I mused travelling up in the lift, at least it will prevent Tom doing anything with Marie in my absence. This turned out to be rather naïve.

Entering our room I found Marie in the act of slipping out of her knickers and tights. The sight of her standing there with the short black dress hiked up around her waist was a very arousing one. Flushing Marie told me that Tom had suggested she slip along to his room for a 'quickie' while I was having my long and leisurely bath.

"And you're going?" I asked incredulously.

"Oh God yes, what he did to me last night was brilliant."

"What, as good as Doug?"

I've no idea why I wanted to know or indeed remind myself of that humiliating episode. Marie was pensive for a moment before saying," Well almost but Tom's not quite as big."

"Did you, er, did you suck Tom's penis?" Why I had to torment myself further I've no idea.

"Of course," she replied, almost scornfully.

At least she was blushing as she practically pushed me aside to reach the door.

"Well if you must go please don't let on that I know," I called after her.

After a very long, although not very relaxing bath, Marie still hadn't returned to our room but came in while I was towelling myself down. Whether it was the knowledge that my wife had just had sex with Tom, or more likely the sight of her slipping out of her dress that prompted my erection, I don't know.

"I suggest you do something to get rid of that," she smiled, indicating my erect penis before going to take a bath in her turn.

Well it's shameful to admit, even in the private pages of my Journal, but I did just that. Picking her discarded knickers up I wrapped them around my penis and masturbated, imagining as I did so the sort of things she might have been doing with Tom. Judging from the way she was singing in the bath Marie had certainly enjoyed herself.

When we met Tom for a drink later he looked very pleased with himself, as well he might! For some strange reason when I excused myself to visit the loo I lingered just outside the door to look back. This time there was no mistake. Taking advantage of my absence Tom not only had his hand on my wife's thigh but it was actually underneath her skirt. I hope no one in the bar could see them but it's quite likely they could.

In our room later there was no need for pretence so Marie said she'd just give it a few minutes and then pop along to Tom's room.

"I'll tell him you were worn out and are fast asleep already," she explained, evidently master of the situation.

"What about earlier. Did you enjoy your 'quickie'?" I asked, although I don't know why.

"Oh God yes. He did it to me doggie fashion," Marie said animatedly. "The feel of his big hard cock sliding in and out of me was gorgeous."

With that she was gone leaving me pondering my wife's words. Not so long ago her crude comments would have been unthinkable.

It must have been over two hours before Marie returned looking radiant, but at least she was apologetic whilst telling me she'd enjoyed great sex with him. Not that it was much consolation for me.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 20, 2004.

One last ordeal before Tom departs from our lives for good, and an ordeal it was. Again I was confronted by his smirking face over the breakfast table but this time he made a few snide remarks about unfaithful wives and their betrayed husbands. All of which indicated how the guy was gloating about cuckolding me with Marie, or at least that's my reading of it.

* * *

(A bit of a jump now to my wife's fling with Peter. It was an affair which lasted for about eight months in 2005, with these Journal entries depicting a typical week during the last two months or so of it.)

MONDAY, JUNE 20, 2005.

Arriving at Peter's house around seven o'clock, Marie went inside while he gave me my instructions for the evening. I was to clean his car thoroughly, both inside and out, and then wait in my own car until Marie was ready to leave. Nothing unusual there and I cleaned Peter's car with a speed born from experience.

(Peter, who was a tad fastidious in my opinion, ordered me to clean his car twice a week.)

The work done, I settled done to read the book I'd brought with me in expectation of having time on my hands -- it must be five months since the car cleaning routine began.

Eventually Marie came out, looking radiant as she always does on these occasions, and climbed into the passenger seat while Peter inspected my handiwork.

"Very good. Your learning," he said, actually complementing me for a change. "Deliver your wife to me at the usual time tomorrow."

TUESDAY, JUNE 21, 2005.

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

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 22, 2005.

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

While Marie went for a shower I masturbated using the photos Doug had taken of her, my only sexual outlet these days.

THURSDAY, JUNE 23, 2005.

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

FRIDAY, JUNE 24, 2005.

Picked Peter up to drive him and my wife to their favourite restaurant. With his house to myself I cleaned all Peter's upstairs rooms, noticing a few items of my wife's underwear amongst his clothes in the basket waiting to be washed. One of my chores for tomorrow along with yet another clean of his car.

Returning to the restaurant I waited until they appeared before alighting from the car to hold the rear doors open for them to climb in, Marie first then round to the other side for Peter. He handed me the till receipt so I could reimburse him his expenses before climbing in beside Marie. Peter says that as he's keeping my wife well satisfied the least I can do is pay for their weekly meal out.

Back at his house I climbed out to open the rear doors for them, waiting patiently while they finished a long and passionate kiss. I couldn't help but notice my wife's skirt was high up her thighs with Peter's hand inside her knickers. Marie sat with legs apart, evidently enjoying whatever it was his fingers were doing between them. Once they'd alighted from the car I handed Peter a sum of money which more than covered his restaurant bill and while putting it in his pocket he held the other hand up to my nose.

"You can smell where my fingers have been -- deep inside your wife's exceptionally juicy cunt, and that's where my cock will be in a little while unlike yours," he smirked. "Right, now sod off and I'll expect you back here at midday tomorrow."

They headed towards the front door and looking back over his shoulder to see if I was watching, Peter grinned and slid his hand down my wife's back to pat and squeeze her bottom. He would soon be doing much more than that to her, I found myself thinking bitterly as I climbed into the car.

Back home I showered before retiring to sleep in our double bed alone, fully erect as I thought of my wife sharing Peter's bed and possibly being fucked by him yet again at that very moment.

SATURDAY, JUNE 25, 2005.

Awoke with an erection as usual but refrained from masturbating. Hopefully I'll be able to do that later at Peter's.

Arrived at his house around twelve noon and he let me in saying, "Think yourself lucky. I've brought the washing down ready for you." 

He indicated the clothes basket at the foot of the stairs.

Once I'd loaded the washing machine and set it running, having put his underpants to one side, I began preparations for lunch. Peter insists that I wash his underpants by hand, perhaps thinking it a further humiliation. I certainly find it so. The cooking under way I popped upstairs to use the loo. Inevitably I glanced into his bedroom in passing and was excited to see my wife reclining naked on Peter's bed, watching him dress. With the bed opening on to the foot of the bed and seeing Marie laying there, legs apart, I couldn't help but stop and look. I developed an instant erection starring greedily between my wife's thighs. The lips of her vulva, just visible amidst the mass of jet black pubic curls, really turned me on until my view was suddenly blocked by Peter.

"Nosy bastard, that's not for you. Sod off," he said. "If you're good I'll let you watch while I give your wife a good fucking later, after I've tanned your bare arse in front of her."

I knew he would too. Every Saturday Peter puts me across his knee to spank or slipper my bared buttocks in front of Marie, a humiliation he says designed to keep me in my place.

With lunch almost ready Peter entered the kitchen to see how I was getting on.

"Lunch will be served in ten minutes Sir," I told him, by this time automatically adopting the subservient tone he expects.

"Let's see, how long has it been since I first had the pleasure of fucking your wife?" he asked.

Peter always enjoys teasing and taunting me and today was going to be one of those days.

"Just over six months, Sir," I replied.

"For six months I've been fucking your wife whenever I feel like it while you're not getting any," he jeered.

"That's correct Sir," I confirmed.

Peter laughed before asking, "So, what's the extent of your sex life nowadays?"

"Just masturbation Sir, ideally when you graciously permit me to watch you having sex with Marie."

When he'd finished laughing Peter said, "Wanking is all your little cock's fit for isn't it?"

"Yes Sir," I agreed, hanging my head in shame.

I've no idea why I adopt such a subservient role with Peter; it just seems to occur naturally. It's as though I have a need to abase myself before him.

After serving their lunch in the dining room and as I'm not allowed to eat with them, I had mine in the kitchen as usual. Returning to the dining room later, I asked if they'd finished and if everything had been to their satisfaction. 

"Yes, very good," Peter replied, almost grudgingly. "Now you can fetch my shoes before clearing the table and doing the washing up. We're going out for a walk."

Fetching Peter's shoes I knelt at his feet to put them on and lace them up for him, a ritual he introduced some time ago, again designed to reinforce my submission to him. As Marie had popped upstairs to use the loo before their walk, Peter decided some more taunting of me was in order.

"When we return I shall probably have your wife's knickers off and give her cunt a good tongue licking while she sucks my cock. Then I shall fill her cunt with my big fat cock, the way I have many times before, and give her the fucking she craves but can't get from you."

"Can I watch Sir?" I asked hopefully.

We could hear Marie descending the stairs and lowering his voice Peter said, "Yes, but it will cost you ten pounds and a spanking."

He knew full well I'd gladly pay. The fact that her lover charges me ten pounds a time to watch their lovemaking, an innovation of two months ago, is something Marie as yet knows nothing about.

Once they'd gone I quickly got the washing up done, having first had the distasteful job of hand washing seven pairs of his underpants, and was able to relax before they returned. 

Directly they came in Marie said, "I'm going upstairs to undress. Don't be long."

She kissed him, her hand rubbing the front of Peter's trousers, before leaving the room.

"See how eager your wife is for my cock," he taunted. 

I handed Peter the required ten pounds knowing he's right. I'm still amazed by Marie's voracious sexual appetite nowadays. Her first lover, Doug, seems to have awoken in my wife an insatiable desire for sex in all its permutations. Peter must be fucking her at least ten or eleven times a week and it hardly seems enough!

I meekly followed Peter up to the bedroom where we found Marie already naked on his bed. She'd wasted no time! Peter undressed, handing me each article of clothing as he removed it with instructions to hang or fold as required. Naked he faced me, the mighty penis my wife loves so much hanging between his thighs like a big thick length of hosepipe. Even in its flaccid condition Peter's penis is probably three times the size of my own erect one, a fact he never tires of demonstrating to my wife as he did now.

Ordering me to strip Peter stood watching, a mocking smile on his face. Then I was ordered across his knee for the promised spanking, Marie laughing as she watched my humiliation at her lover's hands. By the time Peter ordered me to my feet I was embarrassingly erect, signalling the excitement his beatings for some unaccountable reason invariably arouse in me. Of course we had to stand side by side at the foot of the bed so Peter could demonstrate to Marie the superior dimensions of his penis.

"Look, even with an hard-on your husbands cock is nowhere near as big as my soft one," he pointed out, the way he's done many times before. "Which do you prefer?"

"No contest. Yours of course," Marie replied spontaneously. She never has any hesitation in adding to my humiliation. In fact she seems to enjoy it.

A laughing Peter said, "Kneel and pay homage, wimp."

On my knees at Peter's feet I knew exactly what I had to do. It's a regular ritual. Today though, for some inexplicable reason I found myself deliberately drawing it out, licking and kissing Peter's penis and balls very slowly. Despite her obvious impatience I heard Marie laughing as she watched me at work on Peter's genitals while he towered over me, hands on hips, a mocking smile on his face.

"Now suck my cock, wimp. Not that you're anywhere near as good at it as your wife." Again she laughed when I took the end of Peter's penis between my lips.

Next came an act he delights in and which Marie must have told him about, regarding our experiences with Doug. Pushing a pillow beneath Marie's bottom he asked her to spread her legs. Not that she needed any encouragement.

"There, take a good look at your wife's juicy cunt, mine for the exclusive use of. It's the closest you ever get to it," he mocked.

Humiliatingly I began masturbating at that point; staring avidly and yearningly at my wife's vagina whilst thinking that Peter's would be the penis to have the pleasure of penetrating it, not mine. Despite his mocking laughter I pumped away with my hand. Of course I found it as humiliating as ever to be kneeling on the carpet at Peter's feet, masturbating furiously while staring at my wife's vagina which she was spreading open, inevitably recalling the three guys who have fucked her and knowing by now that there will certainly be more in the future. 

Having come in my hand I remained kneeling on the floor while Peter joined Marie on the bed. During the next hour or so while they made love and despite, perhaps even because of Peter's open contempt, I masturbated twice more. A measure of my frustration. 

"Now you've had your fun sod off home but don't forget to wash my car first." 

Peter's words sent me from the room.



Journal Extracts Ch. 04



SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 2005.

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

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 5, 2005.

Well the first day's golf went very well. The Professional, a guy of 40 called Dick, pointed out lots of faults in my game commenting that my swing is particularly weak, but I already know I have a lot to learn which is why I booked the course. 

Introduced him to Marie in the bar during the evening. She too had a good day much to her surprise, enjoying the spa pool, sauna, and Decleor health and beauty therapy, whatever that is.

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 2005.

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

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 2005.

Marie wasn't in the bar as expected so I assumed she must be in the fitness studio again. Dick was though, talking to some of the other guys on the course. Passing them on my way to the bar I heard Dick say, nodding his head in my direction, "Remember me telling you about the hole in one I enjoyed."

Returning Dick's nod I was surprised by the laughter which followed his words, admiration would have been more appropriate I would have thought.

Once I'd been served I carried my drink over to their table hoping to hear more about Dick's hole in one but unfortunately he excused himself, saying he had urgent business to attend to. Somehow the golfing talk without Dick's expert knowledge lacked sparkle.

Climbing the stairs later I met Dick coming the other way and asked about his hole in one, saying I'd missed hearing the tale.

"Another time," he smiled, "I'm busy just now."

Marie was taking a shower when I entered our room, the disordered state of the bed surprising me. I suppose she'd been having a lie down. Straightening the quilt I noticed what looked suspiciously like semen stains but banished them from my mind, perhaps the quilt had been soiled already and I hadn't noticed. The other alternative, that Marie's had sex with someone, seems highly unlikely because spending so much time in the fitness studio I don't think she's had time to get to know anyone.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 2005.

Disappointed that Dick wasn't in the bar I found myself becoming bored by the conversation of the others and after a couple of drinks excused myself, despite their best efforts to keep me. They must be enjoying my conversation more than I was theirs I thought, declining several offers of a drink.

"Oh well, we've done our best," Craig commented as I walked away.

Entering our room the greeting died on my lips at the sight which met my eyes. A broad and powerful looking backside was rising and falling rhythmically between Marie's thighs while she clung to the guy, ecstatic cries ringing out. Both participants were oblivious of my entry as I quickly closed the door. For several minutes I stood at the foot of the bed watching the couple copulating, inevitably stroking my trouser front, until with a groan the guy came, his buttock muscles clenching spasmodically. It was only when he rolled off gasping that I saw with a shock it was Dick!

"I thought you said your friends were keeping him out of the way," Marie murmured, otherwise seeming unperturbed by my entrance.

"Sorry, they must have let him slip," Dick replied.

I remained standing there feeling bemused by the discovery but unable to prevent my eyes straying to Dick's penis. Another big one I thought, seeing the last drops of semen dribbling from his flaccid member.

"Oh well, I know what he wants to do. He loves this, don't you J***?" So saying Marie slipped a pillow beneath her bottom and spreading her legs even wider said, "Go on then, I know you want to."

Dick laughed when I freed my penis and he realised my intention but I had no choice, I had to do it. After all I'd carried out the humiliating procedure once a week for months under Peter's watchful eyes and it had become almost a compulsion. I stood there masturbating under Dick's mocking gaze, staring at the guy's semen oozing from my wife's vagina. From time to time my view was partly blocked by his fingers stroking and probing it but despite that I soon came.

The episode must have excited Dick because his penis was fully erect again. As Marie leaned over to take it into her mouth he said to me, "Take a walk, there's a good chap, and don't come back for at least an hour."

Zipping up I meekly let myself out and without knowing where I was going stumbled from the hotel to wander the grounds, my mind in turmoil. It's pretty obvious now that the other guys have been detailed to keep me out of the way these last couple of days while Dick enjoyed sex with my wife. How many other guys on the course know what's going on? Tomorrow is, I think, likely to turn out a very humiliating day as I have little doubt that Dick will tell them all about my recent activity!

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2005.

Well it's the final day of the golf course and for once I'm not looking forward to it, aware that at least some of the guys know all about Dick's fun and games with my wife and envisaging a rather humiliating day.

In the event my humiliation started early. Back in our room after breakfast I was collecting my things together when a smiling Dick walked in.

"Go away and practice your swing or something," he told me, beginning to undress.

I hesitated and undoing his trousers Dick said, "Go on what are you waiting for."

Turning to appeal to my wife I was surprised to find she was already slipping her knickers off having removed her outer clothing in double quick time. They were both evidently in a highly charged state because by the time I reached the door they were on the bed and Dick was moving onto her. I reluctantly tore myself away and closing the door behind me heard Marie joyous cry as Dick's penis penetrated her.

It had been humiliating to find myself banished from the room like that but I still had to run the gauntlet of the other golfers. I wasn't surprised to find myself the butt of their jokes and sniggers but embarrassed to find that practically all of them knew what had been going on between Dick and my wife. Some of the comments were downright contemptuous but at least I was a long way from home and unlikely to meet any of them again.

"This is the wimp who likes to have a wank while other guys fuck his missus," Craig informed a late arrival.

"What that pretty little black-haired piece? I wouldn't mind giving her one. Does your missus take on all comers mate?" 

"Don't be stupid, of course not," I snapped.

"Maybe not, but Dick told me he gave her another good seeing too this morning after sending you on your way with your tail between your legs!" Craig jeered and I felt myself colouring up as the eight or nine guys around me erupted in laughter.

As expected it proved to be the most humiliating day of my life but I have a sneaking suspicion that part of me revelled in it. I was certainly the last one to leave the golf course, finding myself in no hurry to escape their jibes and taunts. Of course it would have been different if it was happening near home amidst people we know, but among strangers and with no fear of gossip I was able not only to face the humiliation but find a strange excitement in it. I even found myself confiding in Craig, the last to leave and one of my worst tormentors all day, about my wife's eight month affair with Peter and some of the humiliating things he'd ordered me to do!

However, I couldn't face the bar and more humiliation in the evening and so went for a very long walk.

Dick was spending the evening in our room having told me in no uncertain terms to keep out of the way while he and Marie enjoyed themselves.

* * *

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2005.

Surprisingly, Marie decided to accompany me to Darlington. It's only a two night stay in a B&B but she said she'd find something to do while I'm at the meeting tomorrow. In the past when I've suggested her coming on a business trip my wife has declined, saying she'd be bored. Hence my current surprise.

Found the hotel without much trouble and an ancient porter came out to help with our cases, not that we carried much for just two nights. Marie presumably dropped something because at one point I saw her leaning across the car seat searching about in the opposite foot well. The old porter's tongue was practically hanging out as he ogled my wife, Marie's already short skirt having ridden high up her thighs as she leaned across the seats, legs splayed. I moved to block his view, receiving a venomous look in return. Escorting us to our room the porter seemed to be hanging back, that or it was his age, and casting lascivious looks at Marie's legs as she ascended the stairs ahead of us.

Once he'd gone I remonstrated with Marie about the show she'd given him at the car.

"The randy old devil goosed me while you were signing the register. His hand roamed all over my bum while you were writing," she laughed, evidently finding his attention amusing unlike me, indeed I decided to speak to the guy about it next time I saw him. 

Found the long drive stressful as usual and decided to go for a drink. We'd eaten en-route knowing the hotel had neither bar nor restaurant so it was necessary to go in search of a pub. Marie declined, saying she'd unpack, not that there was much of that to do.

"Off out, are you?" the porter asked, rather unnecessarily as I headed for the door after giving him a piece of my mind about his conduct.

Replying that I was going for a drink I asked where the nearest pub was. He gave me directions; turn right out the door etc, warning me that it was a longish walk.

"No problem, I enjoy walking."

He was certainly right about the distance but the walk was relaxing. However, arriving back at the hotel I found the door locked and rang the bell in vain. Fortunately a guy who's also staying at the hotel came along just then and unlocked the door saying, "Didn't old Ken give you a key? Must be getting forgetful in his old age."

When I told him where I'd been for a drink he commented that it was miles away, I should have turned left on leaving the hotel and there was a good pub just around the corner! Ken, the bastard, must have deliberately sent me in the wrong direction because I'd remonstrated with him about groping my wife.

I parted company with the guy outside his room and continued along the corridor to ours, a couple of doors away. Inserting my key in the lock I found I was unable to open the door to our room and assuming Marie must have bolted it was about to knock when a noise from within arrested my hand. It was a creaking sound which seemed to be growing louder by the second. Surely not the bedsprings I thought but then heard my wife's cries mingling with the increasingly noisy creaking. 

Well I've heard such sounds enough times by now to know that my wife was having sex with someone. But who? We'd only just arrived, for heavens sake! 

The noise from within the room stopped rather abruptly and not wanting to be caught listening, but also intrigued to know who it could be, I stepped into a curtained alcove. Bloody hell! I nearly exclaimed out loud, when a few minutes later the door opened and who should emerge but the old porter!

Once he'd disappeared I entered the room to find a naked Marie reclining on the bed.

"Good God Marie, the guys old enough to be your father!" I exclaimed.

"Older. Ken's 67 actually and a highly skilled lover," she replied calmly. "Well endowed too, unlike you." She added disarmingly.

Apparently he'd come to the room on the pretext of giving us a key to the front door, having presumably neglected to give it to me on purpose. If I was locked out I couldn't interrupt his fun! Having already stripped to her undies Marie only opened the door a crack to see who it was and the porter, perhaps realising her state of undress, said he also needed to check something inside the room. Letting him in it didn't take Marie long to realize he had no interest in the room, just her scantily clad body.

"Oh well now you're here perhaps you could help undo my bra, I'm having trouble with the clip," Marie told him, admitting it was rather brazen.

His heavy breath hot on her neck Ken unclipped my wife's bra and immediately took her breasts in his hands. One thing led to another and after enjoying a bout of oral sex, he fucked her. For some reason, perhaps his age, I feel more annoyed about my wife having sex with this guy than any man she's been unfaithful to me with. I also ended up sleeping on the damp patch!

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 2005.

The meeting seemed to go well despite the fact that I had difficulty concentrating on the matter in hand. Marie had informed me in no uncertain terms that she intended spending the afternoon at Ken's place, which turned out to be a flat above the nearby newsagent. All very sordid and it's particularly galling that she returned to the hotel radiant following a lengthy session of lovemaking with the pensioner. Worse was the fact that I had to run the gauntlet of Ken's smirking face in reception when we went out for a drink this evening.

"The pub along to the left's closer," he said with a grin, no doubt well pleased with last night's ploy. "Are you still wearing those sexy red and black drawers you had on this afternoon Marie? Or did have 'till I had them off," he said to her. 

"No, white ones tonight," she told him, saucily raising her skirt to give Ken, but not me, a quick flash.

"Come on, let's go," I urged, keen to escape Ken's leers and comments.

At least I won't have to face the guy when we check out in the morning, which is some comfort I suppose.

* * *

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 14, 2005.

In London for a long weekend break, still trying to make up to Marie for dragging her away on the golfing holiday. Although she had her fun on that occasion so can't really complain.

Marie has always turned heads, attracting many admiring glances, and I've felt proud to possess such a highly desirable and attractive wife. In the past the many passes she attracts have been steadfastly rebuffed but that is no longer the case. Now it just means opportunities for extra-marital fun and games.

In the hotel bar earlier this evening Marie realised a really good looking guy, her description, was paying her a lot of attention and I was sent to 'procure' him! I then found myself banished from our hotel room while she had sex with the guy. Adding to an already humiliating situation I stood in the corridor furtively masturbating while listening to my wife being fucked on the other side of the door. Later, I was told to spend the night in his room while he sleeps with Marie. Nigel has a single room so I suppose it makes sense. At least I was able to collect my Journal and a few things before being banished; which I did with averted eyes, trying not to see the smug expression on the naked Nigel's face as he reclined on my bed next to my equally naked wife. At 36 he's also my wife's first lover to be of similar age which means he's extremely randy and virile.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 15, 2005.

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

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 16, 2005.

My third and final night in Nigel's room. I've been out and about, taking in the sights of London, and have actually seen little of them all weekend. Most of the hotel staff seem to be aware by now that Nigel and I have swapped rooms and it's highly embarrassing to see their grins and hear them sniggering as I pass.

Whilst having a drink in the bar earlier this evening I needed the loo wherein I overheard the following conversation by a couple of staff members. They were presumably unaware that one of the cubicles was occupied, that or unconcerned about being overheard.

"It's right what I heard about the goings on in room 16, then."

I pricked up my ears, 16 being our room number.

"Oh yea, the geezer from 23 is in there all the time, shagging the arse of the other geezer's missus. He even spends the night there while the tarts hubby sleeps in 23," the other guy said.

"Well it takes all sorts." 

"At it like rabbits they are by all accounts, the geezer from 23 reckons Mrs. P****'s a right nympho."

I could of course have remained unknown and concealed in the cubicle but something prompted me to press the flush and emerge. Crossing to the wash basin I saw the two guys, one I recognised as a waiter, exchange grins.

"Enjoying your weekend break are you?" the waiter asked while I washed my hands.

"Yes, I've been doing the tourist thing and seeing the sights," I told him.

"Not seeing much of your missus though. By all accounts she's spending most of the time on her back with her legs open."

While they erupted in laughter my face felt on fire. However, I knew that part of me was revelling in the humiliation of my position; after all I could have stayed in the cubicle. A disturbing thought.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 17, 2005.

Only Nigel came down for breakfast, having left my wife still in bed.

"You've got a very randy lady there," he told me in a low voice. "I've lost count of the number of times I fucked her over the weekend, but it must be into double figures. Your wife even took it up the arse, which was great."

I looked round nervously at this point, hoping no one could hear.

Fortunately, that was the last I saw of Nigel.



Journal Extracts Ch. 05



FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 2005.

I have chosen well. The picturesque, very old looking hotel is not far from the Royal Shakespeare Company's Theatre, where I have tickets for a play and a special backstage pass afterwards. We will be able to meet; and hopefully get the autograph of, one of Marie's favourite actors, something she doesn't as yet know about. 

It's a surprise Anniversary present; married 10 years ago today. I planned the long weekend break in Stratford-upon-Avon carefully, choosing the plush five star hotel and booking a room with four poster bed. Oak beams and antique furnishings abound. Marie is smitten from the start, particularly with the four poster bed!

The manager was hovering about reception when we checked in and I didn't miss the way he ran his eyes over my wife's body. In the past it never used to bother me, guys eyeing up my wife, flattering in some respects, but she wasn't susceptible to their attentions then the way she is now; Marie often used to laugh about guys clumsy attempts to get her into bed. So when I noticed the manager fawning over her while I signed the register, alarm bells rang.

Leaving Marie to unpack I popped out to have a quick look at the theatre and on my return found the manager in our room. Here we go again, I thought to myself.

"Bob's just checking we have everything we need," Marie explained. 

Bob already! A stocky guy in his early fifties, the manager soon left and I asked my wife if he'd tried anything on.

"Well he did pat my bottom," Marie laughed.

LATER. 

Well the play was brilliant, we both enjoyed it and Marie was thrilled afterwards to be able to go backstage and meet the leading actor. Whisky in hand he greeted us wearing a dressing gown and having just removed the greasepaint still looking a little flushed. Marie was plainly overawed to meet this powerful and striking personality, now sixty, who has enjoyed a long and distinguished acting career in films and television besides the theatre. We probably didn't have long so I asked him if he'd sign our programme, Marie seeming almost rendered speechless by his presence.

"Of course," he replied, signing his name with a flourish, "Although I usually like to autograph a ladies anatomy."

"What about my tits, would you sign them?" Marie asked, suddenly coming to life.

"Of course, it would be a real pleasure," he smiled.

She quickly pulled the top off over her head and reached back for her bra clip.

"Allow me." 

Standing up BC, I'll just stick to his initials, moved smoothly to my wife's rear and with an impressive dexterity unclipped and removed Marie's bra. I was aware of the guy's hands sliding across my wife's breasts, perhaps an accidental touch but more likely deliberate, as he removed it. Back in his chair facing her, the actor exclaimed, "What magnificent tits, just the size I like them! May I be permitted to kiss those exquisite nipples?"

His question was addressed to me but it was my wife who replied. "Yes of course, J*** doesn't mind, do you dear?"

"No I suppose it's OK," I told him.

Leaning forward the actor kissed each of Marie's nipples in turn, steadying himself with his hands on her thighs.

"I suppose you'd like the full backstage tour now," he said to me. 

"Yes, that would be great. I've been looking forward to it."

"What about you?" he asked, patting my wife's knee.

"Yes, I suppose so," Marie replied, not sounding very enthusiastic.

"Maybe you'd rather stay here and listen to a few of my anecdotes while your husband does the tour?" he again patted her knee.

"Oh yes, that sounds much more interesting!" she exclaimed.

Going to the door he called to one of the junior players and asked if he'd mind showing me around.

"No problem."

"Don't be in any hurry, give J*** the full tour," BC told the guy with a wink.

Well, once upon a time I might have been naïve enough to think nothing of Marie staying behind. As it is I left the actors dressing room knowing full well my wife would have sex with him in my absence. In fact he was already untying his dressing gown cord as I closed the door.

Anyway I thoroughly enjoyed my tour of the theatre, seeing all the backstage areas and little known nooks and crannies, which according to my guide few people had ever set eyes on.

Back in the corridor outside the actor's dressing room my guide smiled and said, "Sounds as if I've brought you back a bit premature. Might be as well if you stay out her for the time being. See you." 

I thanked the guy for a very informative tour, well aware of the 'oohs' and 'aahs' emanating from the actor's room. Nodding towards the door my guide said, "I wouldn't worry about what's going on in there. The bastards got something none of them can resist. He's fucked hundreds, probably thousands, of women so your wife is just another notch on his bedpost."

My guide departed and I remained in the corridor aware of the grins from passers by who seemed to know it was my wife we could hear being fucked in the actor's dressing room. Yet another humiliating experience for my records.

Not long after her cries died away the actor opened the door and ushered me inside. He had regained his dressing gown but Marie remained stark naked, looking flushed and very pleased with herself. Would my wife be as pleased with herself if she knew she was just the latest in a very long line of his conquests? I wondered.

"I had to give it to your wife doggie style, which did nothing for my knees," the actor told me, massaging them. "She didn't want to smudge the autograph."

"Let J*** massage them for you. He won't mind will you dear?" 

I was annoyed by Marie's presumption and the position she was placing me in but just nodded my assent.

The actor looked surprised for a moment but then smiled and said, "Why not," untying and opened the dressing gown while stretching his legs out. 

Kneeling, I began tentatively massaging the actor's knees while he relaxed in his chair, trying all the time to avoid the sight of the guy's penis and the knowledge that it had just been inside my wife. To top it off my guide chose that minute to enter the room and burst out laughing when he saw me in the ignominious position. Marie, who was still naked, made no attempt to cover herself up and the guy ran his eyes up and down her body while delivering a message to BC. She was completely brazen, even seeming to enjoy the affect her nudity was having on my guide. By the time he left, my wife had perched herself on the dressing table and sat there, legs apart, fully exposed to his gaze!

* * *

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 2005.

Saw an unexpected and shocking side of my wife today.

After breakfast I went out to have a look at the town, never having been here before. Marie stayed at the hotel to shower; she'd slept late following her excitement with the actor last night.

Approaching our room on my return I met the manager walking along the corridor. Seeing me he smiled and said, "Don't be shocked she asked to be left the way you'll find her. Said you'd enjoy the view."

"Sorry?" I was puzzled by his cryptic remark.

"Your wife. She asked to be left tied down and helpless, with my spunk dribbling out of her gaping cunt. Just the way you'll find her. The bondage was my idea, leaving her to be found by you, hers," the manager told me before going on his way laughing uproariously.

Dashing to our room I was astonished and shocked by what I found. Marie was spread-eagled on the bed, wrists and ankles tied to the four posts, her body arched upwards by what seemed to be about three pillows beneath her bottom. She was fully exposed and helpless. My wife's gaping vagina was indeed covered in the manager's semen, a copious amount, just like he said. Stunned, I stood there staring between Marie's legs until she murmured, "Go on then, I know you want to."

Slipping my trousers and underpants off in double quick time, I knelt on the bed preparing to mount her.

"No not that. Play with yourself," she admonished.

"You're not in a position to refuse," I pointed out craftily, my penis almost touching my wife's vagina by this time, a vagina it hasn't penetrated for, well far too long.

"No but you're a wimp who daren't disobey," she snapped.

Marie seems to know me better than I know myself because I meekly backed off to masturbate. I did however remain kneeling on the bed and when I came my semen spurted down to join the managers coating her vagina.

"Get some wipes and clean your mess up," she snapped and I did so immediately.

It was perhaps unfortunate that the manager chose that moment to return.

"I thought I'd better check that you're OK Marie. I hope hubby's not giving you a hard time. Still it looks as if he knows his place," the grinning guy said, on seeing me cleaning my wife's vagina.

Marie joined in his laughter at my expense and asked him to untie her while I went to wash my hands. Returning from the en-suite I found them sitting on the edge of the bed, Marie massaging her wrists while his hand rested between her parted legs.

"I think I can say without fear of contradiction, that I gave your wife a bloody good shafting while you were out for a walk," he said.

"You did that," Marie smiled at him, "I hope you haven't forgotten what you promised for tomorrow."

"No chance of that. I'll see you at nine-thirty."

"What was all that about tomorrow?" I asked when he'd gone.

"You'll find out in the morning."

Noticing the dark smudges on Marie's breasts reminded me about the actor and I was shocked to realize it had only been twelve hours or so since she had intercourse with him.

"Once upon a time you'd have been scandalized by the very suggestion that you could commit adultery at all, let alone have sex with two different guys in twelve hours!" I exclaimed, remembering Marie's catholic upbringing and her rather shy demeanour when first we'd met.

"Yes and it would have been three if you'd had your way," she snapped.

"Are you even aware that you've now been unfaithful to me with no less than eight guys?"

That seemed to sober her up but she soon took the wind out of my sails by saying, "Yes, all better lovers than you and with much bigger cocks."

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 2005.

It seems that Doug can be credited with arousing the sleeping giant that is my wife's sexuality. Marie seems insatiable nowadays as testified by her impatience for Bob's arrival this morning. There's little doubt in my mind that she will continue to take lovers and in all honesty I'm not to sure how I feel about that. It's impossible to deny to myself any longer that I get turned on by watching my wife having sex with some other guy, and perhaps discretion is the most important and worrying aspect. In some respects rather timid and conventional I certainly wouldn't want Marie's infidelity to become known back home!

When Bob arrived he kissed my wife, making sure I could see the familiar way he ran his hands over her bottom and breasts, before telling us to follow him. I sensed from her excitement that Marie knew where we were going but was surprised when Bob led us to a sort of fitness room right down in the basement. I hadn't been aware that the hotel had one, only interested in the theatre I suppose.

"This is it then," he indicated a pommel horse in the centre of the room.

"Great!" Marie exclaimed, "It looks ideal."

She began undressing while Bob adjusted the height of the pommel horse, lowering it to thereabouts the minimum setting. Naked but for stockings and suspenders, my wife then bent right over the saddle of the pommel horse, commenting that the height seemed perfect. I could only stand and watch in amazement while Bob tied her wrists to the two uprights, before doing likewise with her ankles. He then stepped back inviting me to admire his handiwork.

My wife was tied down over the pommel horse, rump high in the air, looking helpless and vulnerable but obviously very excited by her situation.

After undressing Bob spread Marie's buttocks saying, "There look at that, a choice of holes."

My wife squealed when he teased her anus with a finger tip, commenting, "I think I might use this one today. It looks very inviting."

"No," I sort of croaked.

"You don't get a say," he jeered, "I can use your wife any way I choose. That's the deal, right Marie?"

I think she answered in the affirmative; it wasn't easy to tell because he was fingering my wife's vagina with one hand, anus with the other, by this time and she groaned and moaned almost continuously.

"Why don't you want me to give it to your wife up the arse then?" he went on while I stared almost in disbelief at the three fingers now drilling in and out of her anus. 

When I failed to reply he taunted, "Bet it's because you've never had it that way, right?"

"Yes," I murmured wistfully, affording him much merriment.

"What I ought to do know is make you put my cock in your wife's bum hole," Bob teased, "but you'll have to stand outside and make sure no one comes in to use the facilities. We don't want an audience."

I hesitated, watching Bob coating his erection in lubricant, torn between a desire to stay and watch but not wanting to put myself through the humiliation.

"Hold her cheeks apart then, before you go," Bob said.

Just the touch of my wife's bottom was enough to excite me but I groaned nonetheless when he began inserting his penis into her anus.

"You've done your bit; now go outside before anyone comes in. If any guys arrive before I've finished I might invite them to make use of your wife in the same way."

I don't know if Marie's loud cry was caused by Bob penis driving deep into her anus, or by his words, words which sent me scampering towards the door. Pausing in my passage through it I gasped to see Bob gripping the two handles of the pommel horse as he drove in and out of her viciously. My wife was yelling almost deliriously as the guy bum fucked her hard and fast but I knew in my heart she loved it. I stepped out into the passage, quickly pulling the door shut on the horrific sight. I couldn't close my ears though and Marie's wild yells and cries were ringing out and echoing along the corridor for upwards of fifteen minutes. Fortunately no one came to use the room.

When a very hot and sweaty looking Bob opened the door he ushered me inside with the words, "Come and see how I've opened up your wife's bum hole."

I gasped when I saw Marie's anus, gaping wide as he said, with Bob's semen coating it.

"I might have given her some rough treatment there but she loved every minute of it, didn't you Marie?"

"Oh god yes, it was fantastic!" my wife exclaimed, despite her bruised and weary looking body.

Bob, who was dressing rapidly, gave my wife's rump a mighty slap bringing forth an excited squeal, saying, "I'll leave you to untie her. Don't hang about though, because somebody's bound to be along soon."

With that he'd gone. I stood staring at my wife's bottom, automatically rubbing the front of my trousers.

"Don't even think about it," She said, waking me up.

At that I quickly untied her, fearful that someone would indeed come in.

Back in our room Marie went for a long soak in the bath while I masturbated with the image of her over the pommel horse fresh in my mind.

* * *

MONDAY, MARCH 6, 2006.

I'd been walking the dog for a little over an hour when it came on to rain. Another couple of turns around the block and I'd return to the house.

Cold, and becoming increasingly wet, I sheltered in the porch after ringing the door bell. When, after about ten minutes, Martin opened the door and saw the rain he told me to take the dog round to the back and he'd let me in the kitchen door, "I don't want you trailing water through the house."

At the kitchen door he was in no hurry to let me in and by the time it opened both the dog and I were even wetter. Handing me a towel Martin said, "Dry my dog first then use the towel on yourself, you're not worth soiling a second one on. When you've finished bring two coffees up to the bedroom."

With that he left the kitchen and I set to with the towel, rubbing Martin's dog down vigorously. I managed to keep one end of the towel dry to use on myself once I'd finished the dog. While the kettle boiled I undressed, mindful of Martin's rule about me not wearing any clothing beyond the foot of the stairs while in his house. The coffee made I carried the mugs upstairs on a tray which I set down briefly to knock on the bedroom door. Martin's voice bidding me enter, I did so.

"Your coffee Sir," I said, using the deferential mode of address he expects.

"Put the mugs in their usual place and then tidy the room," he ordered.

"Very good Sir."

First I deposited Martin's mug on his bedside cabinet before walking round the bed with the other, trying all the time to avert my eyes from their recumbent forms. However, it proved impossible not to see my naked wife lying blissfully beside her lover, one hand toying idly with his penis. As ever Marie was glowing following their lovemaking.

(While Martin had been fucking my wife I'd been in the humiliating position of exercising his dog, a regular proceeding since they became lovers in early December 2005.)

While they drank the coffee I tidied the room, collecting their hastily scattered clothing to fold neatly on a chair. Symbolically perhaps, my wife's knickers were partially concealed beneath Martin's underpants and picking them up I felt the stirring of an erection. Hoping Martin wouldn't notice I turned away, pretending to be busy, until it subsided.

"Will that be all Sir?" I asked, hoping to escape the room.

"Stand in the corner and wait for the mugs. They'll be quite a lot of washing-up for you to do then."

Indeed I'd already noted the quantity of washing-up awaiting my attention.

I stood in the corner dreading but perhaps also wanting, the torment which I expected to follow; it is after all a regular proceeding.

After about five minutes they seemed to have finished their coffee and Martin said, "Now come and stand at the foot of the bed."

When he slid a pillow beneath my wife's bottom, thus raising her lower parts, I knew the ritual was about to begin. This practice, first introduced by Doug but eagerly pursued by some of her subsequent lovers, is something Marie enjoys. It might be seeing the affect, the power, her nakedness has over me that she encourages her lovers to do it. Whatever the reason, it's a sad fact that my wife derives great pleasure in seeing my humiliation at her lovers hands.

"Spread your legs and show hubby what he's missing Marie," Martin said, grinning facetiously at me.

My wife, always happy, indeed eager to oblige, did so and I had no option but to stare between her thighs. I experienced a pang of jealousy to see traces of Martin's semen visible in my wife's pubic hair and vagina. It was of course inevitable that my erection would return.

"Go on then, relieve your frustration with a wank. We know it's what you want to do," he jeered.

Humiliatingly I had no choice, my enforced celibacy demanding some sort of relief. Staring between my wife's thighs I masturbated frantically, not knowing if and when the view might be denied me by Martin's hand clamped to her vagina. Mercifully he allowed me to finish, it didn't take long, and I came in my hand to the sound of Marie's laughter and Martin's jeers. 

"I leave my cum inside your wife's cunt," he taunted. "Now bugger off and do the washing up."

Popping across the landing to wash my hands I then returned for their coffee mugs, again knocking the door and waiting for Martin's permission before entering. Trying to ignore the sight of my wife sucking his penis I collected the mugs and returned to the kitchen and the washing up.

I'd just about finished when Martin entered the kitchen to be greeted enthusiastically by his dog.




Journal Extracts Ch. 05



"We've had our fun for tonight," he told me, "return earlier on Wednesday as my car will need filling up with petrol before you take the dog for his walk."

"Very good Sir."

Martin lowered his voice for the next bit, perhaps not wanting Marie to hear.

"Your wife will drop her knickers and open her legs for me any time. In fact she'll do anything I want her to," he taunted me, the last sentence presumably alluding to the fact that he had anal intercourse with her twice last week.

I dressed hurriedly, my face burning and his mocking laughter sent me from the kitchen.

TUESDAY, MARCH 7, 2006.

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

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 8, 2006.

We arrived at Martin's house early, as instructed, and after they'd kissed Marie headed for the bedroom while he sorted out his car keys.

"See how eager your wife is for my cock," he taunted, handing me them.

"Yes Sir," I agreed, though irked by his insolent sneer.

With the dog on the back seat ready for his walk later, I drove to the service station a mile or so away. While paying for the fuel I couldn't help but dwell on the fact that Martin's onto a good thing because as with previous guys I've served in this way he never offers to reimburse me. Fortunately Martin doesn't actually do a great deal of mileage but even so it's probably cost me in the region of £100 so far while all the time he's enjoying himself with my wife.

Returning the car to Martin's drive I set out on the dog walk. It was cold but at least it didn't rain tonight. By the time I returned to Martin's house Marie's had dressed and was ready to go which at least saved me from being exposed to any more humiliation.

FRIDAY, APRIL 7, 2006.

A particularly humiliating evening. When we arrived at Martin's house three of his work colleagues were there and when he greeted Marie with the usual kiss Martin made sure they saw the familiar way he ran his hands over her breasts and buttocks. It's obvious that the three guys know my wife is Martin's mistress and their contemptuous looks added to my discomfort. Martin even raised the hem of Marie's skirt to show them her stocking tops, my wife just giggling while I squirmed.

"See how sexily she dresses for me lads," he said, "though not for hubby I'll be bound."

Perhaps to further demonstrate his power over us Martin invited one of his friends to take Marie's knickers down. She protested, but only feebly, and made no attempt to stop them as two of his friends yanked her knickers down. My wife even raised her feet to facilitate there complete removal. To my horror she was then lifted onto the table where she lay back, skirt up around her waist, and seemingly had no hesitation in spreading her legs! With my wife just lying there, appearing to bask in the attention of the lusting males staring between her thighs, Martin told me to get on with the dog walk.

Reluctantly I left the house, but fearful of the fate which could befall my wife, hung about outside. I felt relieved when, five minutes or so later, Martin's friends emerged from his house, laughing when they saw me. Once they'd gone I set out on the dog walk my mind at rest.

However, when I returned Martin told me that all three of his friends had fingered my wife while she lay on the table, two of them at the same time apparently, which her blushes confirmed. He again taunted me about Marie's willingness to do anything he asked of her.

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 26, 2006.

Council meeting tonight so had to drop Marie off at Martin's early to get back in time. Her lover living forty odd miles away is useful for discretion but undoubtedly leads to a lot of rushing about, not to mention petrol costs.

Returning for her after the meeting I still had his dog to exercise, Martin insisting on his daily walk. Admittedly I cut it a bit short tonight, eager to tell Marie my news, much to the annoyance of the dog that was very reluctant to turn into Martin's drive on our return.

During the journey home I gave Marie the news that I've been asked to stand for election to the District Council, something of an honour I feel, but she didn't seem particularly interested and certainly not impressed the way I expected. It came as a complete surprise because I'd assumed my old friend Gerald would have the honour but clearly they think I'm a better prospect!

FRIDAY, APRIL 28, 2006.

Another humiliating, and indeed shocking, experience this evening. When we arrived at Martin's he had a group of friends there, plainly having arranged it. With hindsight I think Marie must have known what he was planning because she seemed unusually subdued during the drive. Anyway Martin asked her to perform a striptease for his friends and I was surprised when she demurely did so without protest. Like a week ago I think it must have been an ego thing, Martin wanting to demonstrate his influence over us, particularly my wife's infatuation for him and his lovemaking. 

Anyway, whatever it was all about, I found myself standing and watching along with the other eight guys while Marie slowly and provocatively undressed, moving to some music. She displayed a remarkable aptitude for it! Eventually, in just stockings and suspenders, my wife moved amongst the men and as before seemed to bask in being the centre of attention. Several of the guys groped her bottom and breasts as she passed, Marie giggling but barely flinching. 

Three years ago my wife's behaviour tonight would have been unthinkable. At one point she stood, legs apart, passively allowing two guys to play with her breasts while another probed her vagina with his fingers!

"Time you took the dog out," Martin grinned, shepherding me towards the door. I protested but he just snapped, "Piss of you pathetic little man," his friends laughing as I despondently left the room.

As with three weeks earlier I was reluctant to leave my wife, very vulnerable amongst the men. Not that she had seemed concerned, just the opposite in fact. However, in my confusion I found myself outside, Martin shutting the front door in my face with a laugh.

Again, as with three weeks ago, I hung about on Martin's drive fearful about what might be happening inside and mightily relieved when, perhaps twenty minutes later, the eight guys filed out and went on their way laughing and joking with barely a glance at me standing there with the dog. My mind at rest I set out to walk the dog that had been growing increasingly impatient at the delay.

On my return Martin, evidently enjoying himself, told me what had happened during that twenty minutes, Marie's blushes confirming his words. When, with excitement mounting, some of his friends produced erections, Marie urged on by Martin knelt and took a penis between her lips. From what he said my wife knelt on the carpet sucking one guy's penis while holding two others in her hands, only seeming to pull herself together when the guy came in her mouth. That wasn't quite the end though for Martin hissed in my ear, "All eight guys had their fingers up your wife's cunt before leaving."

Marie confirmed his words and seemed almost pleased with herself, even pointing out that eleven guys had fingered her altogether, the earlier three not being present tonight. It's shockingly apparent that my wife enjoyed all the attention of the lusting males. Where will it all end I ask myself?



Journal Extracts Ch. 06



MONDAY, JUNE 12, 2006.

Arriving at Tommy's house I unloaded the paint and other items purchased from the list he'd given me, while Marie went inside. Tommy emerged to check that I'd bought everything he required and seeming satisfied said, "I got a couple of mate's in to help shift the furniture so you can start on the lounge straight away."

"Very good Sir," I replied.

Automatically adopting a subservient role when dealing with my wife's lovers seems to come naturally by now.

I carried the things inside and was pleased to see that various items of furniture had indeed been removed and everything covered with dust sheets. At least it made one job less. Tommy had instructed me exactly how he wanted the work done and I started by rubbing down the existing paintwork. He'd made it clear that any shoddy workmanship on my part would result in a severe caning and my early experiences with him leave me in no doubt he'll keep his word.

To my chagrin it was Marie who resurrected the cane, introduced by Doug all those years ago and kept in a cupboard ever since his departure.

It took quite a while to rub the paintwork down, chiefly because I stopped from time to time and listened to the sounds coming from Tommy's bedroom directly above. The pounding of the bedsprings and my wife's ecstatic yells told me they were enjoying themselves. 

I barely had time to clean up before a glowing Marie came down ready to go.

MONDAY, JUNE 19, 2006.

Tommy's redecorating is proving a slow job. I've done the lounge and other downstairs rooms, most of the weekend and all the evenings last week being spent on it, but the hallway and stairs are particularly awkward and time consuming.

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

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 21, 2006.

A rest from decorating tonight as it was the Council meeting. Gerald not there, I'd forgotten he's away on holiday. Dropped Marie off at the community centre for her weekly badminton session on the way to the meeting as it seems pointless using both cars. Must have been a bit late picking her up because all the other members of the badminton club had already left and she was in reception talking to the young caretaker who would have been impatient to lock up. 

THURSDAY, JUNE 22, 2006.

Well I've been elected to the District Council, carrying on the family tradition. The Chairman said he knew I'd make as good a District Councillor as my father before me. Would he have had such confidence if he knew my wife was at that very moment enjoying herself in another man's bed! The fact that none of the Lab or Lib/Dem Councillors were interested in standing for election to the District Council makes my own election seem a hollow victory but it's pleasing none the less.

My raised profile does make vigilance and discretion regarding Marie's extra-marital activities even more important though and perhaps gives Tommy even greater power over me. He certainly finds it amusing and says it adds spice to things that while I'll be attending more stuffy Council meetings, as he calls them, he'll be having the pleasure of bedding my wife. Says he'll have to give me more frequent spankings to make sure I don't get above myself!

FRIDAY, JUNE 30, 2006.

Having taken a week's holiday to get the work done according to his schedule, the last room of Tommy's house is finished. All that means for me though is a return to all the other mundane chores. Tonight I had to clean Tommy's car and tidy his garage, the paint and various accoutrements having been stored there while I was decorating.

Following Martin's example Tommy enthusiastically uses me to do all the jobs and chores he dislikes, but at least he doesn't have a dog. However, as with the purchase of the decorating things I have to fill Tommy's car up with petrol out of my own pocket. Tommy says I ought to be happy paying his expenses in gratitude to him for keeping my wife satisfied.

MONDAY, JULY 3, 2006.

Dusting and hoovering tonight, my labours punctuated by Marie's happy cries as Tommy fucked her.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 19, 2006.

Made a surprising and disturbing discovery while picking Marie up from the community centre. Since joining the badminton club last year, mainly as a form of keeping fit, Marie seemed to enjoy the weekly sessions more and more. She's always in a happy frame of mind afterwards and earlier tonight I found out why.

The car park was deserted when I arrived at the community centre which was odd; the Council meeting had finished early so I was in good time. I tried the door but it was locked, although I could see light coming from one of the side rooms.

Spotting an old guy walking his dog I told him I was supposed to be collecting my wife after a badminton session but the place seemed deserted. He replied that I was much too late; the last session on Wednesday's finished at nine-thirty.

"Surely not!" I exclaimed. "My wife doesn't leave till ten-thirty."

The old guy shrugged, commenting that he always walked his dog near the centre and knew what he was talking about.

He went on his way and mystified I wandered round the outside of the building, soon noticing a fire exit door propped open by a bucket of sand. The caretaker had presumably opened it as the evening was a hot one. I went in and automatically walked towards the lit room near reception. I knew what I'd find even before looking in; Marie's ecstatic yells told me that!

It seems the room is predominantly used for judo and wrestling so the floor is covered by a large padded mat. My wife, plainly naked, was stretched out on the mat with a guy wearing just his socks on top of her. The long hair flowing down his back told me it was the young caretaker. Taken aback by the discovery I stood in the doorway listening to the familiar joyous cries ringing out while watching the guys buttocks driving rapidly up and down between my wife's thigh's. The caretaker was grunting and groaning then, and seeing his buttock muscles clenching I knew he was coming. At that point I slipped away, not wanting the embarrassment of being caught watching.

In something of a daze I returned to my car and drove a block away so they wouldn't know I'd been early. I then waited until the usual time before returning to the centre. They were chatting in reception as usual, giving no sign of having just had sex. During the drive home I told Marie about being early and unexpectedly seeing them at it. Unconcerned, Marie told me her lover is a student called Gavin working part-time at the centre. Long haired and a little swarthy looking Gavin, at 20, is by far the youngest guy my wife has had sex with. To my amazement Marie has been enjoying weekly sex sessions with Gavin for over six months, despite her ongoing affairs with first Martin and now Tommy!

FRIDAY, JULY 21, 2006.

A truly shocking evening. I still feel shaken by the events earlier and am barely able to hold the pen to write up my Journal. I must try to commit the appalling details to paper though.

In hindsight I should have realised that Marie seemed strangely subdued and not at all her usual bubbly self. There was a pent up nervousness about her as I parked outside Tommy's, next to a strange car. Letting us in Tommy led the way to the lounge.

"This is my brother Jed who I told you about," he said to Marie.

She smiled at Jed, a guy three or four years older than Tommy, who exclaimed, "Bloody hell bruv you were right. She's a cracker."

I was introduced in my turn but Jed paid me scant interest, his lascivious eyes running up and down my wife's body.

"You said she always wears stockings?" he quizzed Tommy, a glint in his eye.

"Yea, take a look."

So saying Tommy grabbed the hem of Marie's skirt and hiked it up, her only response a shy giggle.

Jed was actually licking his lips as he eyed my wife's stocking clad thighs, her sexy red and black knickers also fully exposed by Tommy holding her skirt high.

"Can I have a feel?" Jed asked.

"Go ahead. I told you she's up for it."

Tommy's reply surprised me. Did Marie know Jed would be here? Of course she must have, it would explain her strangely subdued demeanour in the car.

I could only watch in disbelief when Tommy pulled my wife's knickers down and his brother slipped a hand between her thighs. Significantly Marie made no attempt to close her legs against Jed's invading fingers and was actually holding her skirt up herself by this time. In fact giggling, she moved her legs further apart to accommodate the questing fingers, Tommy having removed her knickers completely. 

"Hold these," he said with a grin, tossing my wife's knickers to me, "have a sniff; you won't get any closer to it."

Much laughter, including Marie's, followed his words.

To his brother he said, "What did I tell you. She's hot stuff."

"Tommy also said you like plenty of cock. Is that right?" Jed asked her.

"Yes," my wife gasped as he really rammed his fingers into her.

Feelingly decidedly foolish I stood there holding my wife's knickers while the brothers continued their explorations. While Jed continued to finger her Tommy relieved Marie of her top and bra.

"Lovely little tits or what," he said almost with pride, displaying my wife's breasts to his brother.

Feeling completely bemused I could only stand and watch while the two men stripped my wife naked.

"It's been a long time for you so take Marie upstairs and give her one while I put hubby in the picture," Tommy said.

At that Jed picked my naked wife up and literally threw her over his shoulder, her slight form making it relatively easy, before carrying her squealing up the stairs.

"My brother's from up North," Tommy explained, "and hasn't had sex since his marriage broke up eighteen months ago. He's staying with me for a couple of weeks and as your wife's up for a threesome she's going to be getting plenty of cock."

Tommy paused and grinned at me as sounds from above broke into the conversation.

"Jed's really giving it to her," he grinned.

Indeed the pounding of the bedsprings coupled with my wife's loud yells indicated that she was indeed being fucked by this guy we'd met barely ten minutes earlier.

"He's relieving his frustration," Tommy explained, "but this is just the start."

I was literally squirming, still foolishly holding Marie's knickers, when he went on. "Between us we shall probably fuck your wife four or five times tonight and every night for the next two weeks."

There's nothing further to add really. Marie, who has stayed overnight at Tommy's, had already been fucked four times by the time I was told to clear off. At one point I saw my wife squatting between the brothers holding a penis in each hand while sucking them alternately. At another point I saw her sucking Tommy's penis while Jed did it to her from the rear. 

A few years ago I wouldn't have believed it possible that Marie could willingly take part in some of the things I witnessed tonight.

SUNDAY, AUGUST 6, 2006.

The almost unbelievable happenings of the last two weeks can, following Jed's departure, now be summed up. There was a certain sameness about the days with the two brothers taking turns to fuck my wife.

I've now been instructed to get busy over the next few days to catch up on all my chores as I did very little work during Jed's stay. Tommy insisted that I watch most of their acts with Marie, indeed forcing me sometimes by tying me to a chair. This was so I couldn't play with myself, he said. However Tommy ordered me to wash both their cars a couple of times no doubt wanting to humiliate me in front of his brother. 

I've seen things during the last two weeks that I never expected to see in the flesh, and most certainly not being performed by Marie. Tommy had boasted about how willing my wife is to accept his penis anally during her periods but last Monday I was forced to watch while both he and Jed enjoyed anal intercourse with her, even though it wasn't her period. It's only after the passage of days that I can bring myself to write about it.

There is one rather disturbing thing to add; at least it will be if Tommy carries out his threat. It was while Jed was stretched out naked on the bed enjoying the feel of Marie's tongue on his penis and balls that Tommy led me from the room and said, "I think you'll agree that over the last fortnight we've discovered your wife's a right randy little thing, something of a nymphomaniac in fact. Once Jed's gone I might have difficulty in keeping her satisfied on my own and have to recruit some mates to help me out."

At that moment my wife's loud and ecstatic yell rang out, the familiar indication that she's been penetrated by a penis. Tommy laughed and said, "See what I mean. We've already fucked her four times today and she still wants more. I reckon your wife would open her legs for a football team."

I must have looked aghast at his words because he went on to say, grinning at my discomfort, "Who knows, one of these days you might find yourself tied up and forced to watch four or five of us fucking your wife in succession. I know Marie would enjoy it. Now drop your trousers and touch your toes."

Reluctantly I did as he said, my mind in turmoil by his words, and he began caning by bared backside. Soon my yells of pain rang out at each stroke of the cane, mingling with my wife's ecstatic cries as Jed fucked her in the next room.

Hopefully his words were no more than an idle threat but I wouldn't put it past Tommy to bring it about, just to spite and humiliate me further.



Journal Extracts Ch. 07



SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2006.

If I had been lulled into a false sense of security by my wife's affair with Tommy resuming it's normal course following brother Jed's departure, I was certainly woken up by today's events.

When we arrived at Tommy's he was standing on the drive waiting for us.

"Don't get out, just drive to my instructions," he told me, climbing into the back of the car.

Marie quickly joined him on the back seat and they were kissing and cuddling by the time I'd turned the car around.

Following Tommy's instructions I drove out into the country. In a quiet lane he directed me to pull off the road onto a track leading to some farm buildings which looked to be undergoing extensive building work. My intuition was correct; the barns are being converted into a couple of houses.

While I parked next to a van three men, plainly the builders, emerged from one of the barns and greeted Tommy while casting lascivious looks at Marie. Feeling somewhat apprehensive I followed the builders, who now flanked my wife one with an arm round her waist, another squeezing her bottom, to the nearest barn where Tommy asked, "Is this OK then Marie?"

"Oh yes, just right," she told him.

"When I suggested a gang-bang scenario Marie was very interested," Tommy told me. "Today's the day you're going to watch your wife being fucked by four of us in succession."

My apprehension was justified but he simply laughed at my protests, reminding me that it was what she wanted and I didn't get a say.

I don't know whose idea it was to strip me naked and tie me to one of the uprights supporting the roof; it might even have been Marie's. The idea met with approval anyway, one of the builders remarking that it would certainly stop me interfering, and willing hands quickly stripped my clothing off. The dirt floor felt cold on my bare feet as I was dragged over to the upright and tied very securely to it, hands behind my back.

The builders seemed a bit uncertain now it was time to act, perhaps having second thoughts on seeing me tied naked and helpless to the post. So it was that Marie took the initiative quenching any doubts I, or they, may have had about her willingness to go through with it, by slipping her jeans and top off. Her body was now revealed, clad in all white underwear, stockings and suspenders, the dark mound of pubic hair clearly visible through her frilly knickers.

There was still no movement from the builders, despite Tommy's encouragement, so Marie slipped her bra off. At that, one of the men stepped forward and with a sly wink at has mates began to fondle her breasts. 

It may or may not have been my wife's idea to tie me to the post but it was certainly her voice that suggested using her knickers as a gag. One of the builders, a guy called Rick who was the eldest, pushed Marie's knickers down and knelt to remove them casting a look between her legs as he did so. He tossed them to Nathan who forced the knickers roughly into my mouth, Tommy's hand lightly squeezing my balls to stifle any protest. Tommy then found an ingenious method of tying Marie's bra under my chin to prevent me expelling the gag and I would imagine, making me look ridiculous into the bargain!

Things really began to hot up then. Rick and Garry began to suck Marie's nipples, both using their fingers to probe between her legs. Then Nathan knelt at her feet and she gave a joyous cry when his face pressed up between her thighs. Tommy was undressing while watching the builders at work on her and once naked took Marie's hand to press it to his erection. My wife took his penis in her hand to stroke and squeeze it lovingly.

Next, she was gently pushed on to her back across a trestle table used by the builders. Rick's face was now between my wife's thighs and while he licked her vagina I saw Nathan slip his penis into her mouth. It didn't take him long to come, what with Marie stroking his balls while sucking ardently on his penis. Tommy was now licking her out and both Rick and Gary presented their cocks to her mouth. They stood either side of her head and she eagerly licked the tips of both cocks where they met over her mouth.

This went on until she'd sucked them all off except Tommy, during which all four of them performed cunnilingus on her. I'd seen my wife in the throes of several orgasms by the time Tommy reappeared at my side.

"Now you're going to watch the four of us fucking your wife one after the other, and there's not a thing you can do about it," he hissed. "Her cunt will be gaping like an open sewer by the time we've finished with it."

I was fully erect despite feeling revolted by the proceeding. The dirty nature of the barn, builders tools and debris scattered about, lent a sordid air to the surroundings and knowing my wife was about to be violated by the four guys made me go hot and cold not, that she seemed at all worried just the opposite in fact. 

There was a lively discussion going on about who should go first, to which Marie listened with an excited look on her face.

"Just drive a cock into her, she doesn't care who it belongs too, and you'll all get a turn never fear, more than once for those who want," Tommy called.

At that Rick stepped forward and Tommy brought my attention to the eager way Marie spread her legs in anticipation. Grabbing her thighs Rick pulled my wife unceremoniously along the table until her bottom was on the very edge of it. Then, with the others holding her legs high and wide, he stood between them and began fucking her. I listened to my wife's happy cries as I watched his backside jerking back and forth, in a stately and fluent rhythm.

When Rick had finished Nathan took over, fucking Marie with much quicker thrusts which had her moaning and squirming on the table.

Next it was Gary's turn and he wanted her on hands and knees. Marie took up the position with alacrity, my clothing placed on the dirty floor to cushion her knees. Gary knelt high above her and slightly forward, so that both backsides were presented briefly to me. His balls hung down on to Marie's buttocks and her semen soaked vagina gaped open from the work of the two cocks' that had already been there. When he lowered himself into position Marie was practically hidden from view but as the guys buttocks jerked forward I heard her familiar cry on being penetrated for the third time. 

He fucked her quite roughly but my wife's yells were happy ones.

Directly Gary had finished he withdrew and Tommy moved forward, Marie giggling as he rolled her roughly on to her back before mounting her. They were on the floor in front of me so I had a close up view of his backside bobbing up and down between her legs. The others stood watching and were, I was disturbed to see, all fully erect again.

When he'd finished Tommy helped Marie to her feet and she kissed him before sitting down on the end of the table. Her face lit up to see the three erect cocks and her knees involuntarily moved apart. Nathan leapt forward and pushing Marie backwards across the table lifted her legs at right angles and pressed up to her. My wife gripped the edges of the table and raised her head to watch him feeding his penis into her very wet and receptive vagina. Her eyes sparkled and she cried out excitedly when his buttocks jerked forward. Once he was fully embedded Nathan moved his hands to her ankles, ankles which were already up near his shoulders, and holding them apart really made my wife yelled as he fucked her furiously.

For the final act of this shocking afternoon, Tommy placed Marie on all fours, but this time facing me, so that he could watch me while fucking her. It was probably also done so that I could see her glazed but ecstatic, facial expressions as first Tommy, then Gary and finally Rick, pumped into her in quick succession.

Finally Marie kissed each penis in turn and not one could raise an erection, she'd drained them all.

Having dropped Tommy off at his place I drove home aware of Marie's radiance as she sat beside me, and I was shocked to realise she seemed proud and exultant to have been taken by the four men. A few years ago she wouldn't even have contemplated being unfaithful let alone doing it in front of me and with four guys!

* * * WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2006.

Perhaps I was a bit early at the community centre because Marie was still freshening up in the shower. Annoyingly, it seems she's now told Gavin I'm aware of what's going on, despite her assurances that she wouldn't. I really didn't want this young lad knowing I'm a cuckold but his conversation while we wait revealed that he does.

"You should look after your wife better. I had no trouble getting inside her pants," he grinned.

I said nothing, mainly because I'm still surprised that Marie has continued her regular sex sessions with Tommy, and now Gavin, despite her sordid experiences on Saturday.

"I had your wife the second time we met, she was gagging for it. Apparently you haven't got much of a cock," Gavin teased.

When Marie appeared they kissed in front of me for once. Gavin then winked over her shoulder at me while slipping both hands up the back of my wife's skirt.

"Pity you've got to go, I'm getting hard again," he commented.

"I can tell," Marie said, "but J*** doesn't mind waiting, do you dear?"

"I've got an early start in the morning," I reminded her.

"The sooner we get started the better then," she said, leading him towards the judo room.

Gavin, already undoing his trousers, paused at the door to say, "Turn the key on the main door will you. Then you can wait in my office."

Then he was gone, closing the judo room door behind him.

I was left to contemplate another humiliating experience, sitting waiting for my wife in the caretaker's office while she had sex with him.

Despite the closed door I could clearly hear Marie's happy cries, cries which grew louder and louder, and prompted me to cross to the door. I could then hear the regular thudding sounds of the padded mat as the lad fucked her.

By the time they emerged looking hot and sweaty I was back sitting in his office.

Driving home I remonstrated with my wife about having sex with someone local, the town being less than three miles from our village, and reminded her about our pact of discretion. Marie reassured me to a certain extent by telling me that Gavin knows nothing about us, other than her name, and has no idea where we live. Anyway, his parents were thinking of moving to the States and if they did Gavin would probably go with them.

* * * SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 2007.

The events of the last five month's can be summed up in one word, unbelievable. I've been able to keep but a sketchy record of all the things that have happened, often too shocked to write more than the bare bones at the time. Also with Council work taking up a lot more of my time these days, not to mention the Rotarians, I haven't even been present during many of Marie's visits to Tommy's house. It's only now that her affair with him is at an end that I can perhaps get back into my Journal writing habits. First though I must try and condense five months into a few paragraphs, if only to serve as a reminder of a somewhat sordid episode in our lives.

It's not easy to write this but for much of that time my wife has literally been Tommy's plaything, his sex slave in fact. Probably due to her own voracious and seemingly unquenchable sexual appetite Marie allowed him to do as he wanted with her.

Many men fucked my wife during those month's, with Tommy seeming to enjoy watching her in action with others almost as much as having sex with her himself. I've seen Marie eagerly indulging in all sorts of practices some, to my mind at least, rather perverted. Prostitution for instance. At one time Tommy gloated that he was making good money because some of the guys who were turning up at his house to have sex with Marie were actually paying him! Marie had no qualms about having sex with a variety of nameless guys who paid him for it. One evening Tommy commented that his lounge resembled a waiting room because three guys sat patiently waiting their turn while a fourth was upstairs fucking my wife. Having made a hundred pounds for the evening he gave Marie four, a pound for each of the guys who had fucked her remarking that she would probably have paid them, nympho that she is!

Threesomes became the norm during those months. Indeed even foursomes occasionally took place, several of Tommy's friends and workmates becoming regular participants.

Marie revelled in it, rarely having sex with less than two guys at a time, and once commented "the more the merrier."

It's painful to write but my wife's insatiable sexual appetite does indeed verge on nymphomania. To possess a wife with such a love, nay a craving for all things sexual might be desirable to some guys but it does me little good as I haven't actually had intercourse with Marie since 10/08/03, and that was pretty disastrous. There have been a few attempts since but always with the same humiliating result, premature ejaculation. To my shame I come before even entering my wife the sight of her naked form, the body that so many guys have now enjoyed, proving too stimulating. When Tommy at the end of their affair taunted me that a total of thirty nine guys had fucked my wife at his house I saw no reason to doubt his words, particularly when Marie was only to happy to confirm them.

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 2007.

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

* * * MONDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 2007.

So it's come to this. Earlier this evening I 'procured' a guy to have sex with my wife on the grounds that I'm unable to satisfy her, assuredly the most humiliating transaction of my life, although I can't deny getting a buzz from it! The guy, David, took it for granted that I wanted to watch which isn't really part of the arrangement Marie and I have agreed on. However by this time I have to acknowledge that I do indeed want to watch my wife with her lovers, the next best thing to having sex with her myself. I seem to experience a sort of vicarious satisfaction to witness my wife being brought to orgasm by some guy. I nearly always come in my hand while watching Marie writhing in the throes of an orgasm created by a guys tongue between her legs or his penis deep inside her vagina.

So it was that I masturbated while watching David fucking my wife. David seemed to find the whole experience an exciting one and later when we returned to the bar suggested I buy him a drink in return for his 'services'. I was happy to oblige, actually experiencing a kick from the transaction.

TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 2007.

Due to yesterday evenings success Marie again commissioned me to find her a suitable partner. Simon was the lucky recipient of my wife's bodily charms tonight. I employed the same humiliating formula as before, this time for some strange reason taking it a stage further by adding that I needed a real man to satisfy my wife in my stead. He wouldn't let me watch though, saying it would cramp his style, and I had to wait outside in the corridor while they had their fun inside. An humiliating experience in itself but at least I was able to hear my wife's joyous cries as he fucked her, as did some passers by who actually stopped to listen. 

"Someone's having fun," a guy remarked. 

"Aren't they just," I replied, hoping they didn't realise I was standing outside my own room.

WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 2007.

Tonight it was the young barman's turn!

There were few people in the bar when we arrived and I could sense Marie's disappointment as she scanned the room. It was while I was at the bar ordering our drinks that Jamie, the 22 year old barman, embarrassed me by saying, "I hear your wife likes a lot of cock and it turns you on to watch her getting it."

I nervously looked about hoping no one was within earshot and fortunately, as already stated, the bar remained almost deserted.

"If you're looking for a repeat tonight I'm game. Simon and David both told me your wife's a good screw."

Perhaps it was inevitable that the guys would have talked about their unusual experience but nevertheless I found it highly embarrassing listening to the grinning barman's remarks.

"David said your wife sucks cock like no one else. I'm certainly up for a bit of that," the grinning Jamie went on.

I replied that it was up to Marie but would certainly tell her about his offer. When I gave her the gist of Jamie's conversation Marie's eyes lit up, particularly on hearing about David's comment. My wife said it would make a nice change to have a young guy, with the exception of Gavin her partners usually being older.

Without customers to serve the barman strolled over to our table and said, "What's the score then? I can be free in ten minutes."

For reply Marie downed her drink in one and stood up saying, "I'll be undressed and waiting in our room."

Watching Marie's departure, her bottom swinging seductively beneath the short skirt, Jamie exclaimed, "Bloody hell your wife's a randy one. My cock's itching to get between her legs,"

"Well it won't have long to wait," I murmured, again thinking it fortunate the bar was deserted.

"You can do anything you want with her, my wife loves all things sexual," I found myself adding for some inexplicable reason.

Then he made a suggestion which I found curiously exciting.

"Seeing as how I'm giving up a couple of hours behind the bar the least you could do is make up my lost earnings. After all I'll be doing you a favour by giving your wife a bloody good seeing to."

Apparently he'd arranged for an off duty member of staff to cover his absence.

"Of course I'll be happy to reimburse you. How much?" I replied.

"Make it twenty five quid," Jamie grinned.

So it was that I handed him the money, in affect paying the lad to have sex with my wife! The transaction didn't end there though. Perhaps realising he was on to a good thing, Jamie said, "Of course it will cost another twenty five if you want to watch the action."

His laughter when I quickly handed him the money added to an already highly humiliating transaction but one I found myself revelling in. However the highlight was still to come when my sense of humiliation was increased by the stand-in barman appearing and being put in the picture as to why his services were required.

"Guess what. This guy has just given me fifty quid to watch while I fuck his missus."

"What a wimp." the stand in barman sneered contemptuously and I felt myself colouring up.

However I was inwardly revelling in my ignominious position as the two guys laughed at my apparent discomfort.

"He's a right gossip," Jamie remarked as we travelled up in the lift, "and by the time I go back it'll be all over the hotel that you've paid me to fuck your wife."

I pondered his words, excited rather than disturbed. After all we're a long way from home so gossip can do no harm.

"You'll be the laughing stock of the hotel," he jeered, exciting me even more.

As promised we found Marie naked on the bed and Jamie, whistling his appreciation, speedily tore his own clothes off. I was probably as pleased as Marie to see that Jamie's penis was a decent sized specimen. 

"I need this!" he exclaimed, quickly mounting my wife.

"So do I," she murmured when the lads' penis drove into her.




Journal Extracts Ch. 07



It goes without saying that I stood at the foot of the bed masturbating, my eyes transfixed by the sight of bare buttocks pounding up and down between my wife's thighs. Jamie didn't last long but rolling off gasped, "That's just for starters. Don't worry you'll get your moneys worth." Marie looked at me quizzically and I said I'd explain later.

Jamie wasn't wrong anyway. By the time he was ready to leave he'd fucked my wife a further twice amidst much mutual oral stimulation. He also, perhaps remembering my comment about doing whatever he wanted, fingered my wife's anus, driving two fingers in to the hilt while I watched with indrawn breath.

At the door he turned to look at Marie who remained lying naked on the bed, and asked if he should send Tom, the stand-in barman, up.

"Yes do."

Marie's murmur was barely audible as I found myself thinking, not another Tom. At least five guys with that name have fucked my wife in recent years!

Marie popped to the loo but was back on the bed by the time the rather brash Tom walked in, without bothering to knock. He laughed when he saw Marie laying there awaiting his pleasure, legs spread wide in anticipation. Given her behaviour at Tommy's I oughtn't to have been shocked by her enthusiasm to have sex with a guy she hadn't even clapped eyes on before he walked through the door, but I was. 

"It'll cost you the same as Jamie," Tom said to me, undoing his belt.

I explained that I didn't have enough cash on me and would pay him later but Tom, insisting on having the money up front, told me there was an ATM at the bank on the corner. 

"Don't be long or you'll miss all the fun," he teased as I made for the door.

He was leaning over the bed, trousers and underpants round his knees, and I paused long enough to see Marie take the end of his penis between her lips. Then I literally sprinted to the bank, returning to the room breathless.

"Don't you ever knock?" Tom snapped, raising his head from between my wife's thighs.

I heard myself apologising rather meekly, while placing the required fifty pounds on top of his discarded clothing.

Well, he fucked my wife twice and I again stood at the foot of the bed masturbating while watching yet another male backside rising and falling between her thighs.

It was late by the time Tom was ready to leave but stashing the money in his wallet he suggested we join him and Jamie downstairs for a nightcap. Marie declined, preferring to shower before going to bed, but I agreed despite, or perhaps because of, knowing it could prove an humiliating experience. However by this time I have to acknowledge that humiliation is what I want, perhaps even need. Anyway I certainly got it! 

Both lads were behind the bar when I entered and their roar of laughter almost prompted me to turn tail. However the room was empty by now and I approached the bar revelling in their open contempt.

Jamie suggested I stand them both a drink, "For services rendered," he grinned, and of course I did so. 

When Tom sneered, "I bet your wife's had more pricks than a pin cushion," I merely nodded, revelling in their contempt and laughter.

The culmination of a very humiliating evening was when Tom suggested, nay ordered me, to clear and wipe all the tables in the bar while they stood watching, laughing and joking. The task completed I finished my drink and made for the door.

"Not so fast, we haven't finished with you yet," Tom barked.

I meekly returned to the bar and in answer to Jamie's question Tom said, "Let's teach the wimp a lesson and have ourselves some fun."

I was ordered to drop my trousers and underpants before draping myself over one of the tables. There was no question of refusal in my mind. Their fun consisted of taking their belts to my bared backside, standing on either side of me and delivering alternate strokes. What with the pain from the belts on my backside coupled with their sneers and jeers I was soon yelling in agony, but my yells only increased their laughter and brought the night porter in from reception to see what was going on. Tom quickly put the newcomer in the picture about the events of the evening adding, "I'm surprised his wife bothers to wear any panties seeing how willing she is to drop 'em for anything in trousers."

I found myself being pulled upright and round to face my tormentors as Tom said, "Here take a look at the wimps little cock. Have you ever seen such a small one?"

I was sweating profusely from the beating but felt myself colouring up even more to find myself the butt of their contempt, the three laughing males staring at my genitals. Next, the night porter being invited to take a turn with Tom's belt, I meekly resumed my position over the table and submitted to it. My willing subservience to these guys provoked another round of laughter while shocking me, although by this time it really shouldn't have.

Returning to our room I said nothing to Marie about the abuse I'd been subjected to but she spotted my red and raw backside so I had no choice but to reveal a little about the beating, which she found highly amusing! Marie then asked about the money changing hands and on learning that I'd actually paid them fifty pounds each to have sex with her she admitted to being turned on by it. 



Journal Extracts Ch. 08



SUNDAY, MARCH 11, 2007.

Travelling back from visiting cousin S****** this afternoon, the car broke down. It couldn't have happened in a worse spot. I was taking the usual short-cut across country when the engine cut out on a quiet lane leading to the village of B. Of course, completely lacking any mechanical aptitude or knowledge about the internal combustion engine, I had no choice but to ring the RAC. Giving our location as best I could I was told that it would probably be at least an hour before anyone could attend. Well it was a bore but we had no choice, not that Marie took it as stoically as I.

To placate my wife I raised the bonnet saying I'd check if anything was obviously wrong but she knows my lack of car maintenance skills as well as I do. While I was staring helplessly in the bonnet a black BMW pulled up and a guy climbed out asking if we needed any help.

"It's OK. I've called the RAC," I told him.

"My husband's totally useless with cars," Marie said to the guy.

"I might as well have a look. You never know it might be something simple," he smiled at her.

Having been on a visit to my cousin Marie was dressed quite sedately for once. However it was an unusually mild and sunny day for the time of year and the knee length figure hugging black dress she wore, displaying her curves to advantage, had ridden up well above the knee. While driving I'd been very aware of the outline of my wife's suspenders beneath her tight fitting dress and I guessed the BMW driver was aware of the same thing. My wife was sitting sideways in the passenger seat and he was certainly looking at her legs while they chatted.

Anyway, he tore himself away to look under the bonnet of the car, soon saying, "Oh it's just the **** come loose. I can fix that," his technical terminology meaning nothing to me.

In less than two minutes the car started.

"There, I told you he was useless!" Marie exclaimed, now perched on top of a gate and displaying more leg than was strictly necessary.

I rang the RAC to cancel the visit but was told the engineer was nearly here now; his previous call having proved a quicker job than expected, so it might be as well if he checked the car over anyway.

"You're useless," Marie said crossly. "Now we've got to hang about here unnecessarily."

"Tell you what; I live just up the road in B. Why not come and have a coffee while your husband waits for the RAC. He can pick you up from there," the guy said, to which Marie gave her assent.

I walked over to his car with them, irritated by the rather excessive amount of leg my wife displayed on climbing in beside the guy.

Once the mechanic had been, looked my car over and pronounced it OK, I signed his paperwork and set off for the village. I soon found the street but having driven the length of it without seeing the house number he'd given me parked at the end and walked back, assuming I'd missed it. Well I still couldn't find 15A and decided to try 15. A woman answered my ring and I explained my predicament, suddenly realising that I didn't even know the guys name. However I described him and his car as best I could and she exclaimed, "You mean Toby, he's in K**** Court not K**** Street. You must have misheard the address."

Thanking her I was about to walk back along the street when she said, "Toby's bungalow backs on to our house and yesterday's strong winds blew a section of the fence down. You can take a short cut if you like."

She showed me where to go and I soon found myself walking along the side of Toby's bungalow. Glancing in a window I realised it must be his bedroom for there beside the bed was Marie, getting dressed. At that moment Toby came in, stark naked, and said something to her before going out again. I was astonished to realize that in the time it had taken me to get there, they must have had sex!

Continuing to the front door I wasn't surprised when he took a long time answering the bell. Toby eventually opened the door, fully dressed but looking decidedly flustered.

"Marie's just popped to the loo before continuing your journey," he told me, explaining her absence.

Letting us out a few minutes later there was nothing in his demeanour to indicate that he'd just fucked my wife.

It turned out that Toby gave me the wrong address on purpose, to buy more time!

* * *

MONDAY, MARCH 19, 2007.

Since taking over the family business I've steadily built it up and one result of the growth means more trips away. Marie, as she's done today, now accompanies me quite regularly. It's only for one night this time but she fancied a change of scenery.

LATER.

Returning from my walk after the evening meal I met a young guy along the corridor plainly having just left our room. He smiled in passing and on entering the room I found my wife naked on the bed where he'd left her.

"Who the hell was that?" I demanded.

"Oh just some guy I met."

Having picked the guy up in the bar she didn't even know his name and my wife's casual and nonchalant attitude about having been to bed with him shocked me.

* * *

THURSDAY, APRIL 5, 2007.

Greatly surprised when Mr. Burridge rang the office and said he needed to see me urgently. Eric owns a company working in similar fields to my own, albeit with considerably less success. He has often blamed me for his own failures, sometimes accusing me without justification, of using contacts on the Council to gain business at his expense.

I have heard on the grapevine that his company is in difficulties and possibly closing, hence my surprise. Mr. Burridge's request for a meeting with me is quite without precedent. 

Having no great desire to meet the rather obnoxious Eric, I am though intrigued to know what he wants and told him I can spare twenty minutes tomorrow afternoon when I shall be the only person working, it being a Bank Holiday. I need to catch up on some paperwork, chiefly for the new presentation.

FRIDAY, APRIL 6, 2007. GOOD FRIDAY.

The meeting with Mr. Burridge left me feeling shattered. I'd better try and write down our conversation as best I can.

Mr. Burridge started off by telling me that while giving his son a lift a few days ago, the lad pointed to a woman out shopping and told his father she was the one he was screwing.

"I've known for some time that my boy's screwing some married piece - good luck to the lad, I say -- but wouldn't have guessed in a million years that it was your missus. Or that you know all about it," he said.

I felt myself go hot and cold as the import of what he said sank in.

"I don't suppose you'd want it to get about that you're the compliant husband of my Gavin's bit of stuff," he went on grinning broadly. "But don't worry, we're leaving for the states in a few days and I won't breathe a word to anyone."

Still feeling dazed and confused I started to mumble my thanks but he cut me short, adding ominously, "Just so long as you agree to what I want."

"What's that?" I asked, automatically assuming it was something to do with his business.

My assumption proved to be both silly, his business is closing down after all, and naïve.

"What I want is to fuck your lovely little wife on the marital bed like my boy's doing." Mr. Burridge said, standing up to perch himself on my desk.

"Gavin hasn't been to the house," I corrected him. "It only happens at the community centre."

"Maybe at the beginning. In recent months he's been giving her what for in your own bed," he beamed. "My lad pops over to your place to shag your missus at every opportunity, five or six times a week he says, and she's only too keen to fetch him in her car."

Completely taken aback by his words I remained silent and he went on, "The deal is this. Tomorrow afternoon I'm coming over to your place and fucking the arse off your missus. You'd better persuade her it's in both your interests to play ball. Tell her otherwise the world will know she's spent the last sixteen months or so spreading her legs for a lad nearly half her age."

With that he'd gone.

Astonishingly Marie wasn't as devastated as I by the knowledge that our secret is in danger of coming out, and even admitted to feeling a bit excited by the idea of being forced to submit to Mr. Burridge; of being in the position of having no choice but to allow the guy to do as he wanted with her.

SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 2007.

Assuming I'd be sent away when Mr. Burridge arrived I had my car keys in hand, thinking I might as well go to the office and do some work. That wasn't his idea at all though.

"Your staying here and watching," he smirked. "I want you to see everything I do to your wife. You can start by lifting her skirt and showing me what's underneath."

I hesitated but briefly, I really had no choice but to obey the guy.

Marie just stood there, actually smiling at the bastard, while I raised her skirt.

"Very very nice, pale blue panties and stocking clad thighs, lovely," he drooled.

Sitting down he urged her on to his lap, Marie crossing her legs as she obliged. Clamping his hand to my wife's stocking top he entwined his fingers in her suspender, grinning at me the while.

"Uncross your legs, sweetheart," he instructed, Marie promptly obeying.

"Good girl. Your going to do everything I say, aren't you?"

Mr Burridge was stroking her inner thighs above the stocking tops as she nodded her assent.

He was in no hurry, evidently enjoying himself as he kissed and caressed my wife while observing my own discomfort. Actually I was erect and hoping he wouldn't notice, although there wasn't much likelihood of that, it creates after all only a minimal bulge in my trousers!

Instructing Marie to stand, he then said to me, "Now you're going to strip your wife down to her stockings and suspenders, ready for me."

I haven't had such contact with her for years and found myself growing more and more aroused while undressing my wife.

"Now sit and watch," he said, practically pushing me down onto the chair.

"Cracking bush!" Mr. Burridge exclaimed, running his fingers through my wife's pubic hair while standing to the side, thus ensuring I could see. "No hesitation in opening your legs either," he added, sliding his fingers between them.

"My lad told me your wife's cunt is always sopping, and he's right!" Mr. Burridge exclaimed. "I was going to have her on the marital bed but that will have to wait until tomorrow." 

Rapidly shedding his clothes he told Marie to climb on the table. 

"On my front or back?" she inquired.

"Back."

Once Marie was in position, bottom perched on the edge of the table, Mr. Burridge, who insisted on being called by his surname throughout so I'll continue to do so in my Journal, lifted her ankles and held them high and wide.

"Now take my cock and place it inside your wife's cunt. I want you to see it going all the way in," Mr. Burridge beamed at me.

Having no choice but to comply I took the bastards penis in my hand and while he spread the lips of Marie's vulva, lodged it inside. We were both staring down at Mr. Burridge's penis as it slowly disappeared inside her. Once it was fully embedded he leaned forward to cup and squeeze Marie's breasts. Straightening up again he flashed me a triumphant grin and said, "Now stand there and watch closely while I fuck your missus."

And that's precisely what happened. Despite the fear of gossip, after all there's no guarantee he won't talk about all this, I actually found it one of the most arousing and exciting moments of my life. It proved very difficult not to masturbate as I watched Mr. Burridge's penis drilling in and out of my wife, accompanied by her usual shrieks and cries.

"I'm coming!" he exclaimed suddenly, buttocks clenching. "Shooting my load deep inside your wife the way my boy has dozens of times before me."

Afterwards it amused Mr. Burridge to order me to wipe his penis clean with tissues and I did so, my own penis remaining erect.

Directly he'd gone I masturbated, having little choice but to relieve my pent up emotions.

SUNDAY, APRIL 8, 2007.

Contrary to expectations I didn't see any of today's activities.

"Clear off out of the way now," Mr. Burridge said when I opened the door to him. "And don't come back for ages. I've got a lot of time today and I'm looking forward to spending it playing with, and screwing, your lovely little wife."

Pausing long enough to grab my car and office keys, thinking that I might as well go and do some work on next weeks presentation, I left the house and heard Mr. Burridge's evil sounding laugh as he bolted the door. Locked out of my own house! Well at least I got a lot of work done ahead of Tuesday's presentation.

Fortunately Mr. Burridge had gone by the time I arrived back home so at least I didn't have to see his gloating face again. He assured Marie he'll say nothing to anyone about the weekend's activities or her affair with his son, before departing for the States tomorrow. Can I rely on his discretion I wonder? Not wanting to jeopardise his own marriage is perhaps a better guarantee of his silence than anything else but only time will tell.

I asked Marie what had happened, what sort of things they'd done, and she teased me about wanting to hear all the salacious details, commenting that it obviously turned me on to see her with other men.

She's right! I don't like to admit it, even to myself, but it does excite me to watch her with other men. I seem to gain some sort of vicarious pleasure from the experience; if I can't satisfy her myself perhaps watching another guy do it in my place is the next best thing.

My wife had showered following Mr. Burridge's departure but wore only a robe which kept parting as she moved about, offering tantalising glimpses of bare flesh.

"Come upstairs, I know what you need to do," she told me.

In the bedroom Marie slipped out of the robe and turned to show me the marks of Mr. Burridge's teeth on her bottom. "Do the love bites excite you?"

"Yes," My voice sounded hoarse.

"Get your cock out and toss yourself off then," she said, her coarse turn of phrase both shocking and exciting me.

Marie was on the bed, legs wide apart, by the time I'd shed my trousers and underpants. Staring at my wife's vagina, a vagina that far too many men have enjoyed, I began masturbating. On impulse I asked her to describe the things Mr. Burridge had done to her, using vulgar and graphic language, such talk sounding strangely exciting coming from her lips.

"Use four letter words," I urged her.

My wife laughed and plunged straight in.

"You would hardly have got out the end of the street before Eric was licking my cunt," she told me.

"Oh god," I groaned, hand pumping rapidly at my penis.

"Eric nibbled and sucked my clitoris while fingering my anus, pushing his fingers in really deep, and by this time I was licking and sucking his lovely big cock. I was sucking Eric's balls when the first orgasm hit me and had to spit them out quickly."

I came in my hand at that point, the image of my wife sucking the bastard's balls, filling my mind. Marie's words, so out of character, excited me so much though that I urged her to continue.

"Well look at me, look at my cunt, and image Eric's big cock filling it," my wife urged, really entering in to the spirit off things.

I groaned at her words and Marie laughed before continuing dreamily, "It felt divine when Eric fucked me, his lovely cock sliding in and out of my cunt while his tongue did the same to my mouth."

I was becoming more and more worked up.

"When Eric came his hot spunk flooded my cunt and I simultaneously exploded in orga ,,," my wife's voice tailed off when she realised I'd come in my hand again.

"We must do this again," Marie said, kissing me before leaving the room.

I felt shattered by what had been a humiliating and embarrassing experience, but knew she was right, we must do it again. I also know without a shadow of doubt that I want other men to fuck my wife, perhaps lots of men! 

* * *

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 11, 2007.

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

LATER.

Rang Marie at the hotel to find out how the initial meeting had gone but the receptionist told me there was no reply from her room. It was pretty late and I assumed she wouldn't be out but rang Marie's mobile in case. It must have almost gone to voice mail before she answered, her voice sounding a bit muffled.

I asked how the meeting had gone and Marie, sounding impatient, assured me that there was nothing to worry about; the company directors had seemed impressed with the presentation.

Reassured I mentioned ringing her room and getting no response, asking a little diffidently, because I know she doesn't like me prying, where she was.

"If you must know I'm in bed with a lovely man I met down in the bar after dinner, and whose fingers are currently doing exquisite things to my cunt."

I heard a masculine chuckle in the background as I exclaimed, "Oh, I might have known!"

The guy must have been listening to our conversation because an American voice suddenly boomed in my ear, "Hi buddy, your wife's just been giving my balls a good suck, a nice present to take back to the States tomorrow."

"Well your tongue in and around my cunt felt just as good," Marie's voice cut in.

Again he chuckled.

"Marie reckons your OK with this buddy and has she's ready to be fucked we're hanging up."

"Just a minute, I haven't finished talking to my wife."

"No time now buddy she's pulling me on top and in two seconds my dick will be deep inside your wife's cunt, think on that while in your lonely bed."

"Don't hang up, let me listen," I urged and they laughed but at least the phone was left on.

I heard it being placed on what I assume was some sort of bedside cabinet and almost immediately my wife's voice called out, "Oh yes, lovely."

There were various rustling and creaking sounds, indicative of copulation, and the American voice grunted, "My dick's right inside now Marie, do you like it?"

"Oh yes, yes!"

There was no more speech then, just male grunts mixed with female cries, and to my shame I masturbated to the sounds of my wife being fucked in the hotel room all those miles away.

THURSDAY, APRIL 12, 2007.

Unable to contact Marie today. No response from her room and her mobile was switched off. Presumably she's enjoying herself.

FRIDAY, APRIL 13, 2007.

Well we've been awarded the contract so Marie's trip was a very successful one. Of course the reason I was unable to contact my wife last night is that she was with a man, not the American as I'd assumed but the Managing Director of the firm we're doing business with, at his house. It may explain the ease with which she acquired the contract! I suppose at some stage in my dealings with the company I shall have to meet the guy who yesterday twice fucked my wife, which could prove embarrassing with him assuming he cuckolded me with her. At least he doesn't know I'm compliant about my wife's liaisons, having little choice in the matter. 

When, in response to my request this evening Marie related the details of her latest conquest, stretched out on the bed with her legs apart to cater for my onanism, I was so turned on by her tale that I asked her to write it up in my Journal. She would capture the essence better than I and reading it in her own hand will I think prove a greater turn on for future readings.

(So it is that the following is transcribed from my wife's entry. I think I've just about managed to decipher her handwriting!)




Journal Extracts Ch. 08



I'd been aware of the Managing Director's interest in my legs during the meetings and he early on urged me to call him Felix. A very handsome and presentable guy in his forties he invited me to join him for dinner, adding that he'd take me somewhere a bit more upmarket than the hotel.

He was right about the meal, it was much better than the hotel fare. Afterwards, and contrary to expectations, he took me to his house rather than back to the hotel. I was surprise because I'd discovered during the meal that Felix is married. It soon became apparent that he had the house to himself though and it turned out that his wife and children were away for the weekend visiting her parents. (When she rang later to check that everything was OK I was actually sucking Felix cock while he spoke to his wife!)

"Am I right in thinking you're wearing stockings beneath that sombre outfit you've got on?" Felix asked, soon after we arrived at his house.

I'd deliberately dressed more soberly than usual for the important meetings and wore a navy blue suit the skirt of which was knee length, so I suppose he could only have realised I wore stockings by the outline of suspenders. He had been studying my legs closely!

"You're very perceptive," I told Felix while he helped me out of my short jacket and hung it on the back of a chair.

"I've always have an eye for a shapely pair of legs, particularly when encased in stockings and suspenders, my wife hasn't worn them for years."

Placing his hands on my hips he slowly ran them down my thighs, his breathing quickening when he felt the suspenders. Suddenly crushing me to him Felix pressed his lips to mine, hands sliding round to squeeze my bottom.

"I think you want it as much as I do," he said.

"Mm yes," I replied, passing my hand across the front of Felix trousers, "and it feels as if you've got plenty to offer."

"Get it out then, go down on me. Suck my cock" he urged.

Kneeling, I unzipped his fly while Felix undid the belt. With his trousers down around his ankles I smiled up at Felix as I very slowly eased his underpants down. His erection springing up hit me on the nose and we both laughed. It was then that the phone rang.

"It will be my wife so I've got to answer it."

I was licking his balls when Felix picked the phone up but as the conversation with his wife proceeded I took the end of his cock between my lips. With my hands on his bottom, fingers raking the crevice between the cheeks, I could tell that Felix was trying desperately to bring the conversation to a close as I sucked at his cock.

"You devil!" Felix said, pulling me to my feet. "You did that on purpose. I had one hell of a job concentrating."

Taking me by surprise Felix suddenly sat on one of the chairs and pulled me face down across his lap. Hauling my skirt up he began spanking my pantie clad bottom. Despite my squeals he knew I was enjoying the spanking and soon paused to push the panties down to my stocking tops.

"That's better," he grunted, spanking my bared bottom. 

The spanking over Felix hand slid between my thighs and he laughed.

"You enjoyed that as much as I did, your cunt's soaking wet."

My thighs sagged further apart as Felix fingered me, his breathing sounding laboured. The fingers of his other hand, resting on my bottom, then began prodding and probing my anus.

"You randy bitch, you like this as well don't you?"

It was unnecessary to reply my excitement must have been obvious to him as Felix continued fingering cunt and bum simultaneously.

Suddenly pulling me upright, he just as suddenly pushed me face down across the table. With skirt up around my waist Felix hooked my panties to one side and drove into me.

"Ah yes. This is what I need," I cried out impulsively, when his cock began driving in out of my cunt.

Felix held my hips tightly as he fucked me with an urgency that took my breath away. I knew he wouldn't last long but also knew he'd want more.

"Oh god!" Felix exclaimed suddenly, and with his cock deep inside me I felt jets of hot semen spurting into my depths.

Later we were lying naked on his bed, Felix stroking my tits, when he asked if I'd go on top for our second fuck. 

"Gladly, it's my favourite position," I told him.

"I get the impression you like sex in any position and I'm not the first guy you've been unfaithful with."

"I've had my moments," I laughed.

"I'm rather looking forward to meeting your husband in our future dealings. I won't of course mention that I have carnal knowledge of his pretty little wife."

Straddling Felix I spread my cunt lips for him to guide his lovely cock inside. I sank down on it with a happy sigh, Felix hands coming up to my tits. I rode his cock slowly, loving the feel of it inside me and wanting to make it last. Felix rubbed and pinched my nipples as I ran my fingers through his chest hair. Reaching back I stroked his balls, Felix thrusting upwards lustily in response. We stayed like that for a moment before Felix pulled me down for a kiss, his hands squeezing my bottom, fingers searching for and quickly finding, my anal opening. With his tongue probing my mouth, cock deep inside my cunt, Felix again fingered my bum. It was gorgeous and I erupted in orgasm, almost biting his tongue in my passion! 

Upright again I continued to ride his thrusting cock soon becoming aware that he couldn't hold out much longer. Still, I must have had the delicious feel of his cock inside me for close on half an hour by this time and so joined his frantic thrusts, riding him wildly. Felix groaned, I yelled, as his semen spurted into my depths. I love the feeling.

We remained locked together while Felix cock slowly subsided, and he said, "Your husbands a lucky man to have you riding his cock the way you've just done mine."

I didn't tell him it's been years since I've had hubby's cock inside me, not since the lovely Doug taught me the full delights and pleasures of sex. J***'s shrivelled up little thing never did anything for me anyway and his pathetic attempts at lovemaking left me cold. I've never experienced orgasm with you J, just became good at faking it. How do you like that in your Journal?



Journal Extracts Ch. 09



TUESDAY, APRIL 17, 2007.

It was late by the time we'd finished the Polish lorry and the driver, in halting English, asked if he could park up overnight. Well I certainly didn't want to leave him on the premises and eventually managed to convey to the guy that he needed to drive out onto the Industrial Estate where overnight parking is common place. It was as he climbed up into his cab that Marie came out to see if I was ready to leave, the rest of the staff having gone by this time. Usually my wife and I travel into work separately but as her car was being serviced we were both in mine.

"Pity I didn't come out earlier, he was rather dishy," she teased.

"He's parking up on the estate overnight so perhaps you're not too late after all," I commented, not that I ought to encourage her.

Well, to cut out unnecessary verbiage, some fifteen minutes later saw us walking along the side of the white trailer and on reaching the grey cab found the door open and the young driver, late twenties or early thirties, doing his paperwork.

I introduced him to Marie, learning in return that his name was Mateusz.

With his limited grasp of English it was difficult to make him understand and embarrassingly I had to repeat myself several times before Mateusz realised I was offering him a sex session with my wife. Once he got the picture however, the driver jumped done to shake me by the hand.

Marie's excitement was plain to see as pulling the tightish skirt high up her thighs, she climbed into the cab, ably assisted by Mateusz hands on her bottom. 

He followed her up and muttering something that sounded a bit like, "No room for you," pulled the door shut and drew the curtains in the cab.

The window however remained open and I spent forty very embarrassing minutes standing beside the lorry listening to the sounds of their lovemaking within. My wife's strident cries were a clear indication that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

At least the lorry was parked on a reasonably quiet stretch of road, not that there are ever many people walking in the Industrial Estate, situated as it is on the edge of town.

Eventually the cab door swung open and a half naked Mateusz grinned to see me standing there patiently waiting. He helped Marie down while she descended with a large amount of thigh on display, and as we walked away shouted something after us. I turned and caught my wife's knickers as the laughing Pole threw them at me.

"I couldn't be bothered to put them back on in the confined space," Marie explained, before giving me a quick kiss during which I'm certain I could taste Mateusz penis on my wife's lips.

I slipped her knickers into my pocket and back home went to hand them to her but Marie smiled and said, "Perhaps you need to make use of them. Go to your room and do it while I take a shower."

Well I knew what she meant by that and in my bedroom swiftly shed trousers and underpants. Then I removed the naked photos of my wife that Doug had left me and with her knickers wrapped around my penis masturbated, well aware of the ignominy of the proceeding. However, due to frustration I'd masturbated twice by the time Marie finished her shower and came in to show me the small love bite Mateusz had left on her upper thigh.

* * *

FRIDAY, APRIL 20, 2007.

The washing machine having broken down Marie took the afternoon off to wait for the service engineer. When I arrived home from work I was surprised to find the service van still parked outside. Either he'd been late getting to us or the repair was proving to be a long job I thought, letting myself in. Of course I ought to know better by now but am still a bit naïve I suppose.

Anyway the clothing scattered about the lounge coupled with Marie's ecstatic cries from upstairs, quickly disabused me of my first supposition.

There seemed an inordinate amount of male clothing mixed up with my wife's but that was quickly explained when I found two guys on the bed with her!

"She said you wouldn't mind," the elder of the two, both of who were black, said diffidently.

"Yea, said you like to watch her getting fucked," the younger and brasher one added with a grin.

Marie, seeming oblivious of my entry to the bedroom, continued her ministrations to the younger guy's penis, licking and kissing it lovingly.

The elder slipped from the bed and introduced himself as Logan, explaining that the other, Osman is a trainee learning the ropes, thus explaining why there were two of them.

"We'd both fucked your wife and would have been out of here but she wanted more," he explained, gaining in confidence when he saw the avid way I was watching Marie sucking Osman's balls.

"Get your cock out and play with it if you want," Osman called, having noticed the furtive rub I gave the front of my trousers.

The contrasting skin colours were a real turn on and despite, or perhaps because of, the humiliation I knew I'd be exposed to if they saw the size of my penis, I unzipped and released it. I wasn't wrong; Osman's contempt when I released my erect penis and began masturbating was obvious to us all.

"Not surprised your wife wants more now she's got the chance of real cock," he jeered, directing Logan's attention to the smallness of my penis.

The older guy also laughed, half turning to show me that his flaccid penis was considerably bigger than my erect one.

I was revelling in the situation though and not content to masturbate in front of the laughing Logan and jeering Osman, heard myself asking if I could take photos. Logan agreed, with the proviso that faces were concealed, but Osman demanded payment for their services. In my desire for photos I would have agreed to anything I think and told them I'd write a cheque for the one hundred pounds Osman demanded, to be shared between them.

"No, cash only," Osman said, rolling my wife onto her back to thrust a hand roughly between her legs.

Explaining that I didn't keep that sort of money in the house, I was watching his black fingers drilling in and out of Marie pink vagina lips, fingers which were suddenly withdrawn when he said, "In that case then no more action."

Marie's wail of disappointment prompted me to ask the guys if they could come back tomorrow, when I would have had a chance to visit a cash machine. Logan replied in the affirmative but Osman, perhaps sensing that they were on a good thing, said, "Yea but it will cost you double if we give up our Saturday."

I hesitated but fearing Marie's disappointment, her transparent frustration that the session seemed to be over was clear to us all, eventually agreed to Osman's terms.

"Great. One hundred quid each and you can take as many pictures as you like while we fuck this little lady into the ground," Osman said bending to kiss her vagina, the back of his black head contrasting erotically with the pasty white flesh of Marie's thighs.

Seeing them out I asked Logan to use the company van tomorrow and be sure to carry their tool kits into the house in case neighbours saw them. I could always explain that the washing machine needed parts they hadn't got with them today. 

SATURDAY, APRIL 21, 2007.

It was afternoon before the guys arrived, Marie's emotions changing from excited anticipation, to impatience and finally downright fear and frustration that they wouldn't turn up. Towards lunchtime I even phoned the service company at her insistence, only to get the answer phone.

Anyway, just before two pm they arrived and I was pleased to see them carrying their tools into the house. Marie greeted them both with a kiss while I closed, locked and bolted the door. One of our neighbours has a habit of ringing the door bell and walking straight in. 

His arm round my wife's waist, Osman asked, "Have you got the money feller?"

I silently handed them each an envelope containing one hundred pounds but then had to watch in embarrassment while Osman counted his. Logan just pocketed the envelope and seeming surer of him today than he had yesterday, pulled Marie to him for another kiss, this time kneading and squeezing her bottom.

Marie wore a very short figure hugging red dress with nothing underneath, although I was ignorant of that until Logan communicated the fact to Osman. The younger guy having finished counting the money stowed it in his pocket before shedding his clothes. I suggested we all go up to the bedroom as that's where I'd set the camera up on a tripod. I also intended using Marie's camera as a hand held. Whooping excitedly Marie led the charge upstairs chased by a laughing Osman, Logan and I following more sedately. 

She was already naked and happily sucking on Osman's penis by the time we joined them in the bedroom. Logan undressed leisurely while watching my wife at work on Osman's penis and balls with her tongue, and I began taking photos. When the second guy joined in I managed to get a couple of really good pictures of Marie licking the tips of both cocks simultaneously.

Next, Logan stretched out on the bed and Marie knelt over his face. While she took his penis into her mouth Logan gripped Marie's buttocks to pull her vagina down onto his questing tongue. Then, and to my astonishment, Osman began running his tongue along the crevice between her buttocks. I could hardly believe what I was seeing but when she raised her lips from Logan penis to squeal delightedly I knew the guy was licking my wife's anus.

It wasn't possible to get very clear photos of what was going on but whenever I look at them in the future I'll know that the guys are tonguing my wife's vagina and anus simultaneously. I'll also remember the two wild orgasms she experienced in quick succession while it was happening!

I wasn't all that surprised when Osman wanted anal intercourse with my wife, nor her enthusiastic agreement. In two minds whether to take pictures of something I still regard as rather sordid I hesitated, until a wild cry from Marie as Osman's penis drove into her anus prompted me to pick up the camera.

"I'll take the pics, looks to me like you need a wank," a smiling Logan commented, nodding at the erect penis protruding from my open fly and taking the camera from my hand.

I hadn't even been aware of releasing it! However I thanked him and began masturbating, my eyes fixed on the big black penis drilling in and out of my wife's anus. Despite Osman's contemptuous expression I quickly came in my hand, certainly much quicker than he did inside Marie's anus, my wife shouting excitedly as he spurted into her.

When Osman said he was going to wash his genitals in the bathroom before continuing, Marie said "My husband will gladly wash them for you, won't you dear."

I nodded, actually pleased that she'd inflicted this humiliation on me although seeing Logan mounting my wife I almost regretted agreeing. 

Anyway, in the bathroom I soaped the guy's penis and balls, more aware of Marie's joyful cries as Logan fucked her than Osman's sneers and jeers about me being a pathetic wimp. I dried him off and he said, "I hope you've done a good job wimp because you're now going to take my cock in your mouth, the cock that's just been buried to the hilt up your wife's arsehole."

I automatically sucked his penis into my mouth, Osman's sneering laughter merging with Marie's ecstatic shouts.

"That's it feller, keep sucking my cock while my mate fucks your missus," he jeered.

By the time we returned to the bedroom they were lying side by side, looking hot from their copulation. Inevitably Osman added to my humiliation by telling them what had taken place in the bathroom, Marie laughing louder than Logan.

"It's your fault I'm hard again," Osman informed me. "So I'll relieve it inside your wife's cunt."

He leapt onto the bed and seizing Marie's ankles doubled her legs back. Logan quickly knelt over her face and also held her legs thus pinning my wife down while Osman's penis drove into her. Marie's excited yell was cut short by Logan slipping his penis into her mouth.

I circled the bed repeatedly in my quest for the best photos, highly excited by the sight of the black buttocks pounding up and down between my wife's lily white thighs. It was an incredible spectacle to see Marie's slight form pinned down by the two well built guys, sucking almost desperately at Logan's penis while Osman fucked her roughly.

It was Marie, who perhaps more aware of my predilections than I am myself, suggested taking a belt to my backside, even tossing my own belt to Osman for the purpose. I made a token protest for appearances sake but of course it did no good and the men forced me face down over the end of the bed. Then, with Logan holding me Osman yanked my trousers and underpants down to my knees.

With Osman lashing my buttocks I soon howled in pain. It was a pain alleviated somewhat when raising my head I found myself staring between Marie's thighs. She was sitting up against the headboard, legs wide apart, her gaping and semen speckled vagina fully exposed to my gaze. Inevitably I rose from the beating fully erect again, much to Osman's amused contempt.

Afterwards my only regret was that no pictures had been taken of me licking and sucking Osman's penis or subsequent punishment, they would have served as a constant reminder of my humiliation. Incidentally, the pictures Logan took were of much better quality than mine, due I suppose to my over excited state.

It was only later that I thought about the dangers inherent in this afternoons indiscretion, the risk of gossip chief among them, and remonstrated with Marie about her initial seduction of the service engineers. She admitted being incautious and agreed to try and restrain herself in future, when it comes to callers at the house anyway. My wife also reminded me in no uncertain terms that it was I who had invited them to call again today.

SUNDAY, APRIL 22, 2007.

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

* * *

MONDAY, APRIL 30, 2007.

When Marie suggested visiting The B******** I was a bit dubious. It was obvious she wanted to pick up a guy for sex, the large pub situated between Industrial Estate and Town frequented by lorry drivers parked up overnight. I know Marie thoroughly enjoyed her experiences with the Polish driver in his cab a couple of weeks ago and is keen to repeat it but I feel The B******** is a bit too close for comfort. Suppressing my unease however, I agreed. 

The guy was huge! Muscular, with heavily tattooed arms bulging from his T-shirt, the shaven headed Ian was a Scotsman. I approached the guy at the bar during a bit of a lull in custom but due perhaps to his powerful physique found it particularly unnerving to proposition him about having sex with Marie. Fortunately the proposal didn't meet with the laughter and ridicule I'd been afraid of. In fact he had eyes only for Marie sitting at our table across the room from him, legs crossed and skirt hem high up her thighs. She smiled back at him.

"If that's the little lady you're offering mate I'm game. In fact my dick's already itching to get between those shapely legs."

I looked about nervously, hoping no one could hear but Ian was already striding across the room. I hurried after the guy and he plonked himself down beside her. 

"So, the old man fails to satisfy you and you're in need of a good shag," Ian said none too quietly, squeezing my wife's thigh.

Marie looked at me quizzically not knowing I'd told the guy I'm impotent.

"You could say that," she smiled, uncrossing her legs.

"Fancy a bit of rough in a truck cab do you then girlie?" he asked, his hand delving under my wife's skirt.

I moved around the table a bit so as to shield them from the rest of the room, while Marie answered in the affirmative.

Her legs parted in response to Ian's questing fingers and he exclaimed, "Why, you haven't even got any knickers on, you naughty girl!"

I looked at Marie in astonishment. It was the first I knew she was out without underwear.

"Your wife's cunt is absolutely sopping, she's hot for it so let's go," Ian said to me and I was glad to escape the pub and possible prying eyes.

Ian's lorry was parked in L****** Road, which being a fair distance from the pub we went to in my car. I pulled up behind the red trailer he indicated and we walked along the side of it to his cab. As with Mateusz it was necessary for Marie to hike her skirt high to climb into his cab, but unlike the Polish guy Ian contented himself with looking at my wife's legs rather than groping her bottom.

"You'd be better off waiting in the car while I do the business with your wife," Ian told me, before following her up into the cab.

Indeed, despite a weak sun there was a strong cold wind blowing and with the door now closed, as were the windows, I could hear nothing so it seemed good advice.

It was a bit of an anticlimax though, just sitting in the car while Ian had sex with my wife a short distance away. Boring to as I had nothing to occupy myself with and no idea how long they'd be.

It was over an hour and I must have dozed of when a rap on the window brought me upright. It was Ian. I wound the window down and he told me Marie would be along in a minute.

"Why man, but you've got a sexy little wife there. I've fucked her twice and the things she did to my dick and balls between the two were out of this world."

"Glad you enjoyed it," I replied hoarsely.

"God yes, I've never had my dick and balls sucked the way your wife's just done. She doesn't mind a finger or two up her bum hole either. Here comes the tasty little thing now, I think you'll find her well satisfied."

Back home I attained my own relief when Marie consented to lay back on the bed with legs spread wide. Staring at the vagina which Ian had enjoyed I masturbated furiously and soon came.

"That didn't take long and it certainly wouldn't have done me much good. Even the first time he fucked me Ian lasted a lot longer than that," Marie teased before heading for the shower.

* * *

WEDNESDAY, MAY 2, 2007.

Back from a rather fruitless business trip this evening I found the house deserted but a note from Marie informed me she'd driven to the Industrial Estate. Pausing only long enough to freshen up I headed there myself, concerned about what might happen to her alone.

Went to the pub first but not finding her there, decided to cruise around the Industrial Estate. Spotted Marie's car parked next to a lorry on the same stretch of dead end road where Ian's had been parked a couple of days ago. I parked behind it and walked along beside the blue, curtain sided trailer, to cautiously approach the blue and white cab. There were a number of other trucks parked nearby so I couldn't be absolutely certain it was the right one. However, a series of piercing cries, clearly Marie's, emanating from the open cab window told me it was. The cries also told me that my wife was being very vigorously fucked! Naturally I stood beside the cab listening until the sounds from within died away. 

Only then did I cast my eyes on the truck and realised it was Romanian. Hopefully the drivers English was better than Mateusz had been.

The silence was broken surprisingly quickly by another ecstatic yell from my wife and her rhythmic cries continuing to ring out indicated that she was being fucked again. Good god, he must be highly charged I thought.

There was a much simpler explanation though for when a flushed and dishevelled Marie eventually climbed down from the cab it turned out there were two drivers on board!

Marie introduced me to them, calling me her cuckold husband, and both Lucian who spoke good English, Eugene less so, seemed to think it hilarious. I don't know if they understood the term, but they certainly found it amusing that I'm the compliant husband of the woman they'd both fucked.




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Walking back to our cars I received another shock when my wife calmly informed that she'd already had sex with a Dutch driver before meeting the Romanians, but he hadn't fully satisfied her.

"Bit like you, only his cock wasn't quite as small as yours," Marie teased. 

Of course I remonstrated with my wife about her promiscuous behaviour but Marie placated me a bit by saying she'd do a striptease when we reached home and then stretch out on the bed for me.

"You can relieve yourself while ogling my cunt and imagine how much I enjoyed the two big Romanian cocks pumping in and out of it," Marie teased.

Which of course I did!



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THURSDAY, MAY 10, 2007.

Marie was keen to visit the B******** alone but I vetoed the idea, pointing out the dangers. I agreed to a scenario however in which we entered separately and I kept out of the way, intervening only if I thought a situation looked fraught.

So it was that I sat at a table near the exit, a table commanding a good view of the bar, with my glass of sparkling water. When Marie entered my eyes tracked her to the bar, as did many other eyes, her swaying hips encased in a short blue skirt which displayed plenty of leg proving an highly arousing sight. Waiting to be served my wife surveyed the room, aware no doubt as I was, of the many admiring looks she was attracting. Carrying her drink along to where there were the most males she perched herself on a bar stool and crossed her legs, skirt riding high.

There was a guy, probably about thirty, sitting at a table facing her and noticing him looking intently at her Marie flashed the guy a smile. When he responded in kind my wife slowly uncrossed her legs and parted them provocatively. Now, I don't know how much he could see but was aware that Marie had impulsively removed her knickers before leaving home, so it was possible that the guy could see rather more than he'd expected!

Anyway, sitting there facing the guy with her legs apart, skirt high up her thighs was to my mind a clear invitation. The guy thought so too because he joined her at the bar where they were soon in animated conversation. Within five minutes they were heading for the door.

I watched their progress, as did many other guys, and was amazed at just how quick, not to mention how blatantly, my wife had picked the guy up. There was no sign now of the shy and demure, perhaps rather reserved girl I married.

Snapping out of my reverie I hastened to the door and scanning the car park spotted them climbing into a Volvo estate. I was able to reach my own car and exit the car park without losing sight of it. However I almost missed them when the Volvo turned into P****** Close. Knowing it to be a dead end though I drove passed the turn before parking and walking back. Turning into the Close I was in time to see them transferring to the rear seats of the car, which I was pleased to see was parked next to a line of bushes between path and road. Ideal for spying!

However, I proceeded cautiously and by the time I peered carefully through the bushes all I could see of my wife was the back of her head in the guys lap. The blissful expression on the guys face as he relaxed in his seat left me in no doubt as to what she was doing. I couldn't help but envy the guy. It's been upwards of four years since Marie sucked my penis but here she was, doing it to a guy picked up in a bar barely ten minutes earlier!

It was impossible to get any closer without being seen but following a flurry of body movements within the car I saw that Marie had straddled the guy. One or other of them had released her breasts which the guy was nuzzling while she rocked up and down. My wife's hands gripped the guy's shoulders as she rode his thrusting penis, while his own hands were out of sight but I guessed to be cupping her bottom.

The windows were partially open and I could hear the mixture of grunts, groans and ecstatic cries emanating from the car. Then, suddenly, it was over and I quickly moved back to my own car.

Perhaps five minutes later the Volvo emerged from P****** Close and starting the car I followed it back to the pub where I saw Marie alight. The car roared away at speed and I was surprise to see Marie enter the pub; I'd naively assumed we'd be going home now.

Parking up I followed her in but failed to see Marie. However, while I was waiting to be served she emerged from the toilets and deliberately went to the opposite end of the bar from me. She again perched herself on a bar stool, but not for long. In less than ten minutes she was on the way out again, this time with a guy who was obviously a lorry driver.

There's little more to say really. The blue truck I saw my wife getting into was plainly German and walking along to it I was gratified to find a window had been opened and so again listened, rather incredulously, to the sound of lovemaking. My incredulity due to the fact that it was only about twenty five minutes since I'd done likewise at the Volvo!

Marie spent far longer in the lorry cab than she had in the Volvo and this time when she climbed down it was to find me waiting, not wanting her to return to the pub a third time. Of course it meant the humiliation of being introduced to the German as compliant husband, his English being good enough to understand judging by the guys grin. It was a grin which broadened when, adding to my humiliation, Marie explained to the guy that as I'm unable to satisfy her she has to look for her pleasure elsewhere.

Back home I was shocked to find Marie didn't know the name of either of the guys she'd had sex with. It seems the guy in the Volvo, assuming she was a prostitute, had initially asked my wife how much she charged and was no doubt pleased to get it for nothing. To my surprise Marie commented that the mistake excited her and next time she might take on the role of prostitute, it would at least pay our expenses!

* * * WEDNESDAY, MAY 16, 2007.

Our second night at the hotel in Bradford. Prakesh, a waiter from the restaurant came to our room and fucked Marie while I watched. The contrast of brown skin on white made for a particularly erotic sight. It came about like this.

My wife was wearing a short dress, barely covering the inevitable stocking tops, and the waiter ogled her legs at every opportunity. By the dessert, Marie was openly flirting with the guy and to cut a long story short I invited him to our room when he came off duty.

When stripped Prakesh, a guy in his thirties, revealed a squat and incredibly hairy body which in comparison to my wife's pale and slight form I found highly arousing.

Well, he quickly brought Marie to a noisy orgasm by fingering her anus while licking her clitoris, a combination she loves.

Then he positioned her on the very edge of the bed so that he could fuck my wife while standing up. But first he spread her buttocks and to my surprise as he's the second guy to do so in a matter of weeks, and Marie's obvious enjoyment, began to lick her anus! My wife was squealing delightedly as his tongue flicked back and forth across the small and crinkly orifice, his fingers probing her vagina. I freed my erection to masturbate furiously while he brought her rapidly to another orgasm.

Straightening up Prakesh smiled to see me standing there, erect penis in hand.

"Very very small," he smiled while directing his more substantial organ between my wife's thighs.

Marie, having barely returned to earth following her orgasm moaned, "Oh god yes," when it drove into her.

It proved an ideal position from my perspective because I had a clear view of his thick brown penis sliding in and out of her. While he pounded in and out the sight of pink vagina lips clinging to his brown penis on the withdrawals, proved a particularly erotic one. Pausing occasionally to finger my wife's anus Prakesh fucked her steadily, Marie's ecstatic cries testifying to her pleasure. When he came Prakesh grabbed Marie's hips to pull her hard on to his discharging organ. His belly pressed up to her bottom, the guy's penis was fully embedded as he emptied his balls deep inside my near hysterical wife.

When leaving Prakesh shook my hand!

THURSDAY, MAY 17, 2007.

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

* * * FRIDAY, MAY 18, 2007.

Left Bradford early intending to break our journey at Bradgate Park, somewhere we hadn't visited before but which looked a suitable place for a relaxing walk away from the stress and rigours of driving. It was a day of sunny periods but with a strong cool wind blowing so I for one was glad to enter the shelter of a woodland walk. 

The wood seemed very quiet, there hadn't been many cars on the car park and we'd met few people by the time we emerged into a small clearing containing a solitary picnic table. Standing at the table, with jeans and underpants half way down his thighs, was a youth clearly masturbating while looking at a girlie magazine.

"Oh my god!" Marie exclaimed, an exclamation prompted more by the size of the lad's penis than his act.

Startled, and not a little embarrassed, the lad quickly yanked his pants and jeans up.

"No no, don't cover him up. He's magnificent!" she pleaded.

His initial nervous reaction quickly dissipating the lad allowed his clothing to slip down again and seemed proud, justifiably so, to flaunt his manhood for our, or I should say Marie's inspection. He was right to be proud. The lad's penis, remaining fully erect under our gaze, was huge. Indeed Marie confirmed later that it surpassed any she's so far experienced.

"I've got something far better than pictures in a magazine," Marie smiled, brushing it from the picnic table, before kneeling at his feet. 

The lad gave me a startled look when my wife began licking the end of his penis, teasing all the most sensitive areas with her tongue, while holding it by the root.

"Relax, hubby doesn't mind," Marie paused in her ministrations to tell him.

Oddly, with my wife now sucking his penis, the lad introduced himself as Jason, a mere 19. I told him our names in return at which point Marie said, "Here, make yourself useful and hold Jason's cock clear so I can get at his lovely big balls."

Made aware by Jason's chuckle of the humiliation involved, I took the lads penis in my hand and held it up out of the way while Marie lapped his balls. His penis felt hard and really hot, as did my face when Jason muttered contemptuously, "You must be a right prick to let your wife do this."

She was now sucking his balls, one at a time.

Rocking back on her heels Marie said, "I'm going to suck you off. I want to taste your semen in my mouth. Would you like that?"

"Hell yes," he replied.

I remained beside them watching as my wife again took the lads penis between her lips. Seizing Jason's buttocks she ardently sucked on his penis while he drove it in and out of her mouth.

"You dirty bitch!" he exclaimed suddenly and I realised Marie was fingering his anus.

He came almost immediately, penis jerking deep in my wife's throat. Once she'd drained the last drop from the lad Marie sat back on her heels a contended smile on her face.

"Bloody hell that was good!" Jason exclaimed as she stood up.

"Better than wanking then?" she asked.

"Hell yes."

"Well perhaps in return you can do something for me."

So saying Marie hiked her skirt up, a longish one for her, and slipped out of her knickers before the lads greedy eyes. Tossing them to me with a grin, Marie pulled her skirt high before sitting on the picnic table. Spreading her legs Marie said, "Is this better than a magazine?"

"Hell yes," Jason answered, rubbing his penis which quickly became erect again.

"You're not a virgin are you?" Marie asked on impulse.

Jason admitted, a bit shamefaced I thought, that he was.

"We're both going to enjoy this immensely then. First I want you to bring me off with your tongue, don't worry I'll guide you if need be, then your going to fuck me; I'm really looking forward to it."

"What about him?" Jason jerked a thumb in my direction.

"J*** likes to watch but I'll send him away if you'd prefer," Marie told the lad.

"What a prick," Jason flashed me a disdainful look. "You must be a right nobhead."

I looked down at my feet and he went on, "Yea why not, I'll let the wimp watch me licking your cunt. I'm going to finger your bum hole too, like you did mine."

"Great," Marie said, laying back and spreading her legs even wider.

"You're right, it's better than a magazine pic," Jason said, staring between her thighs.

"It tastes a lot better too," Marie smiled.

I had instinctively moved closer to join Jason in staring between my wife's thighs, a move which inadvertently exposed me to more humiliation.

"My husband doesn't get to see it much these days, hence his interest."

"Really?" Jason looked puzzled.

"Drop your trousers and show Jason what you've got, dear." 

I hesitated until Marie snapped, "Come on, do as you're told."

I reluctantly slipped my trousers and underpants down, flinching when not unexpectedly Jason roared with laughter as my erect penis was exposed.

"As you can imagine, my husbands cock doesn't do much for me so you can see the attraction of your own magnificent specimen."

"Yea," he said before turning slightly to flaunt his penis at me. "Take a good look and eat your heart out nobhead. I'm really going to fill your wife's cunt with this."

Then he went to work on Marie's vagina with his tongue and considering it was his first time needed very little instruction, the intensity of her cries testifying to that. Then the pitch of Marie's cries changed and I wasn't surprised when Jason raised his head briefly to say with a smirk, "Now I'm fingering your wife's tight little bum hole, two fingers right up inside it."

I wasn't surprised to see, and hear, my wife in the throes of a very wild orgasm soon after. Simultaneous anal and clitoral stimulation invariably brings her off quickly.

Standing up, evidently highly charged, Jason said, "Now I'm going to fuck your wife nobhead, watch me drilling her cunt with my big cock."

Despite the lads obvious contempt I moved to a better viewing position as he eased his penis into Marie's vagina.

"Oh god yes," she called as it sank inside.

He eased his cock in and out of her, more and more of it disappearing with each thrust, until it was fully embedded.

"There you've got it all," he said, turning to me and adding with a smirk, "The full length of my cock's up your wife's cunt."

With her ankles up near his shoulders Jason gripped my wife's thighs as he began to fuck her. Marie gripped the edge of the table, her wailing cries ringing out as he picked up speed. God, he was really giving it to her and my wife was yelling ecstatically as his penis hammered in and out of her. I looked round hoping no one would be drawn to the clearing by the noise.

"What if someone comes?" I asked nervously.

"Hardly anyone uses this path," he grunted.

"You can always go and keep an eye out for walkers," Marie added, "but I think you'd rather stay and watch, right?"

"Yes," My murmured reply brought laughter from the pair of them.

"Well shut up and don't disturb us again. I'm really enjoying this," Marie snapped. 

"So am I," Jason chimed in, resuming his thrusts.

Again my wife's cries rang out, echoing around the clearing, as the lad fucked her. Eventually Jason was grunting, his penis thrusts becoming more erratic, until he suddenly gasped, "I'm coming."

With buttocks jerking spasmodically he emptied his balls deep inside my wife, Marie's excited cries drowning his grunts and groans.

"What a wanker," he said to me, coming back down to earth. "To stand by and let another guy screw your wife. You deserve everything you get."

Contempt was clear in Jason's voice and I hung my head until a mischievous Marie said, "Put my husband in his place for interrupting us Jason."

"What do you mean?"

"Warm his bum up with a spanking before using your belt on it," Marie urged.

Jason laughed and said, "Right, bend over that tree trunk," indicating a fallen tree near the picnic table.

I looked appealingly at my wife really not wanting the humiliation of a spanking by the young lad, but she merely snapped, "Come on, trousers and pants right down and over the tree trunk with you like Jason said."

At that I meekly took up the required position and a gleeful Jason began spanking my bared bottom, encouraged of course by Marie.

"Good, that's warmed his bum up nicely. Now use your belt and show my pathetic wimp of an husband no mercy." There was a decidedly malicious tone to Marie's voice.

The cool wind was blowing stronger on my bared flesh by this time but I sweated as Jason laid into my buttocks with his belt, again laughing gleefully.

"You're a wanker, a prick, a nobhead," he jeered, lashing my buttocks while I remained passively bending over the tree trunk. 

I hadn't been secured in any way so could easily have avoided the humiliating beating, had I really wanted too, a fact which I'm sure didn't escape him. It certainly didn't escape Marie who, when I straightened up afterwards, drew Jason's attention to my erection saying, "See my wimp hubby likes that sort of thing. Shall we let him relieve himself?"

Jason looked quizzically at Marie who perched herself on the end of the table again and spreading her legs said, "Here J*** play with yourself while looking at my cunt, a cunt which has just enjoyed Jason's lovely big cock."

He laughed at the eagerness with which I moved into position and began masturbating. Inevitably it didn't take long and I quickly came in my hand, Jason saying contemptuously, "Pathetic." and giving my buttocks another vicious blow with his belt.

Needless to say it was Marie who drove the rest of the way home, my bottom much too sore to concentrate.

* * * FRIDAY, MAY 25, 2007.

An interesting and potentially rewarding encounter earlier this evening. Late back from a business meeting I took a short cut across country and fancying a quick drink to slake my thirst called in at the village pub I've used a couple of times before. It was there that I overheard a farmer; who seemed the worse for drink surprisingly early in the evening. He was ranting and raving about his ex wife, possibly egged on by one or two friends who had heard it all before, calling her a boring old stick in the mud who was too straight laced to experiment with the various aspects of sex that he'd been keen to try.

"Just a bit of harmless fun," he grunted.

"Depends whether you call bondage and sadomasochism harmless fun Joe," one of his listeners, evidently familiar with the farmers predilections said.

A little later when the farmer went out to the toilet, I impulsively did likewise, my mind running feverishly over various possibilities. 

(I wanted a regular, long term lover for Marie, to hopefully cure her of her wanton and promiscuous behaviour.)

Fortunately Joe was alone in the loo and after explaining that I couldn't help but overhear his conversation in the bar asked what sort of things he was into, adding to put him at ease, that my wife and I have had a number of 'experiences'.

Well the upshot is that Joe, apparently to his ex wife's disgust, wanted to explore his latent dominant tendencies, using a variety of role playing scenarios which would include bondage, discipline and such like. Quickly, too quickly perhaps, I told Joe a little about some of the things I've experienced. About being caned by a guy while another fucked my wife, and the various indignities I've been subjected too. I found revealing my submissive tendencies to Joe an highly embarrassing and humiliating experience in itself but one which I also found myself revelling in, knowing that at least I need never encounter the guy again if he poured ridicule on me. However Joe's earlier drunkenness seeming to evaporate, he commented that perhaps our predilections complimented one another and we could explore them together.

"Oh yes!" I exclaimed, again too eagerly.

"Tell you what. If the pair of you come to the farm tomorrow I've a pigsty that needs mucking out. You can do that, stark bollock naked, while I enjoy myself with your wife. Then I'll take my belt to your bare arse while she watches," he said, ending with the challenging words, "if you dare come that is."




Journal Extracts Ch. 10



Shivers ran up and down my spine and I exclaimed immediately, "We'll be there!"

We were still standing side by side at the urinals, where I hadn't missed the welcoming fact that Joe is very well endowed indeed.

Joe now turned to me saying, "Prove your submissiveness. Wipe my cock clean with your shirt tail."

Well I did just that! Pulling the shirt free from the waistband of my trousers I carefully wiped Joe's penis with it, all the time hoping no one would come in and catch me in such a demeaning act; although part of me perhaps hoped they would. While doing it I also had to listen to Joe's disparaging remarks about my own puny manhood which remained protruding from my open fly and had become embarrassingly erect.

"Not surprising your wife looks elsewhere for her cock if that's all you've got to offer," he said contemptuously.

Joe laugh had a triumphant ring as he pointed out that even erect my penis was but a quarter the size of his own flaccid one.

"Good. Now let's go back in and you can buy me a pint before pissing off."

"Certainly. I'll do anything you say," I heard myself saying, suddenly aware of a need to be totally dominated and humiliated by this guy, who to be honest I was beginning to find rather repulsive.

Back in the bar I duly bought the oafish Joe a drink, aware of quizzical looks from his friends, and then left, wondering if he'd tell them about our transaction in the loo.

Having put Marie in the picture she's as keen as I for the new adventure, not least because I described Joe's penis as one of the biggest I've seen, nearly on a par with young Jason's.

SATURDAY, MAY 26, 2007.

Managed to find Joe's farm ok from the directions he'd given and following our experiences today I'm sure my absent wife would concur that we both hope it will become a regular journey. I say absent because Marie has stayed overnight at Joe's while he sent me home alone. The distance to the farm and his local village from here isn't great but I'm confident we can maintain discretion; the last thing I want is gossip about our lifestyle. I would imagine Joe is too keen to fully explore and exploit a unique opportunity than risk losing it by careless talk in the wrong place and I remain confident of our secret life remaining just that, despite Joe's avowed intention to fuck Marie on the marital bed at some stage, saying it will give him an added buzz. 

So far at least, I've had no hint that Mr. Burridge broke his vow of silence over similar activities.

Joe did exactly as he said he would. Directly I'd introduced him to Marie, well aware of the lecherous way he ran his eyes over her, Joe ordered me to strip naked. Then, wearing only a pair of wellington boots, I was ordered to follow him across the farmyard to the pigsties, Marie coming along with us. I looked nervously about as I flapped across the yard in the oversized wellingtons, they're at least two sizes too big for me, concerned that Joe's employee might appear.

Joe deliberately refrained from telling me George had got the Bank Holiday weekend off until I left, no doubt to increase my tension.

At the first pigsty, which was empty the pigs all being in the adjacent ones, Joe indicated a shovel, wheelbarrow and hosepipe, and told me what he wanted doing. Seeing my hesitation he snapped, "Get on with it. I'm keen to get to grips with your lovely little wife. You didn't tell me what a gorgeous creature she is."

Marie smiled at the compliment before saying, "But my husband told me what a big cock you've got and I'm keen to get to grips with that."

Her crudity surprised me a little although I suppose by now it shouldn't do.

Well I got started and they stood watching me shovelling pig dung into the wheelbarrow for a few minutes before he said, "Good, while your shovelling shit I'm going to take your wife back inside, have her knickers off, and give her a fucking the like of which she's never had from you."

Marie was literally squirming with excitement at his words and Joe took her in his arms to exchange lusty kisses.

"I shall expect the sty to be spotless by the time you've finished otherwise your arse will receive a thrashing. Well actually it will anyway."

They laughed and headed for the house with barely a backward glance.

Not being used to manual labour I soon found it to be hard and dirty work shovelling pig dung into the wheelbarrow before taking it to a heap in the corner of the yard, but at least it kept the cold at bay, the day being dull and showery. Eventually I'd cleared all the pig dung. I then hosed the pigsty thoroughly, the splashing I received in the process not making me any wetter than I was already. The rain was coming down steadily by this time.

Recrossing the yard I again looked about, nervous of being seen, but the farm is well away from any road and the only sign of life I saw was Joe's grinning face at the window observing my progress. I stood outside shivering until Joe deigned to let me in but then had to suffer pain and indignity when he carried out the second part of his promise. Touching my toes when ordered I gave vent to my feelings of pain while Joe took his belt to my wet backside. Of course he insisted on doing it in front of Marie who as always on these occasions merely laughed at my humiliation. Joe lashed my buttocks unmercifully, her laughter adding to my anguish.

I was then sent home with orders to return tomorrow morning when Joe will have other work for me to do. With Marie stopping over I had to drive home which was a nuisance as my inflamed buttocks made concentration difficult. Usually she takes the wheel if I'm in any discomfort.

Directly I'd let myself into the house I freed my erect penis, the butt of Joe's jokes and ridicule all day, and masturbated furiously, coming within seconds. I then treated my aching limbs to a long soak in the bath.

I know by now that I need punishment and humiliation, meted out by a dominant guy, as much as Marie needs frequent sex.

SUNDAY, MAY 27, 2007.

My buttocks still painful, Joe has certainly made his mark on them, I drove back to the farm directly after breakfast surprisingly keen to face more torment at his hands. On arrival I found a note pinned to the outside of Joe's door instructing me to clean his Land Rover. Naturally they weren't up yet so I simply got on with the job.

An hour or so later Joe ushered me into the house plainly in a dominant mood, this time extending to Marie. I experienced both pleasure and excitement to see Joe spanking my wife's bare buttocks; although it was nothing to the thrashing he'd given mine yesterday! Afterwards she remained draped over Joe's lap while he stroked her glowing bottom. Sliding his hand between her thighs, he remarked, "Your wife's cunt is nice and wet, soon be ready for my cock again."

Spreading her buttocks he teased Marie's anus with his fingers, leering at me the whole time. "I wonder if she likes it in this nice little hole as well."

I nodded, on the verge of telling him my wife has enjoyed anal intercourse with a dozen guys, when he snapped, "Go up and run my bath wimp."

He soon joined me in the bathroom and after testing the temperature of the water Joe climbed in and told me to wash him. What followed proved to be the most humiliating experience of my life. With Joe reclining in the bath I soaped his body, deliberately leaving his genitals until last, perhaps hoping he'd do them himself. Of course it wasn't to be and eventually I had no choice but to soap his penis and balls, handling the mighty organ almost in awe. I became physically aroused myself while handling Joe's big fat penis and listening to his boasts about how much my wife had enjoyed being fucked by it. In fact I mumbled, "I hope you'll continue to satisfy Marie for a long time to come."

Joe laughed before turning on his side and ordering me to wash his anus. Soaping the gloating Joe's anal region was of course even more humiliating but there was worse to come. 

Joe stood passively while I dried him off and then said, "Now prove your complete submission to me by kissing my arse hole."

I stared in disbelief at him but he just turned his back on me and bent over. He then spread his buttocks and when I hesitated snapped, "Come on wimp, do it."

At that I knelt and pressed my lips to his anus.

"Now lick it," he commanded.

This time I just meekly did as he said. At last, the ultimate humiliation I thought, licking and kissing Joe's anus while he taunted me that from now on both Marie and I were his slaves to do as he wanted with. "You'll both carry out my orders to the letter," he said.

I nodded and he went on, "Of course you won't be allowed to have sex with your wife, that will be my prerogative, but from what she tells me you haven't had it for years anyway. For her part I shall expect her to open her legs for me whenever I want it, but that won't be difficult. I know she likes plenty of cock" I again nodded.

"In future you'll strip naked at the entrance to my farm, putting all your kit in a bin bag and remaining naked all the time you're on my property. Marie has already agreed to a knickers ban and will leave them off whenever she comes here. That way I can have instant access to your wife's juicy cunt," he grinned. 

"But what about the chap who works for you. He'll see me," I said.

"George will soon get used to seeing you about the place and once he's had a good laugh at your pathetic little cock he'll take no notice," the grinning Joe said.

Then taking me by the ear, he pulled me across the landing and into his bedroom where we found a naked Marie. 

"On your hands and knees slut. I'm going to fuck you doggie fashion and hubby's going to assist by putting my cock into your hot and eager cunt," he said. 

Marie took up the position with alacrity while I pondered the import of his conversation. Joe in turn took up his position at her rear and said, "Now then wimp, take my cock in hand and insert it into your wife's cunt. This will signal your total submission to me."

Well I took the gloating Joe's penis in my trembling hand, shades of Mr. Burridge, and while he spread Marie's lips lodged it inside. He was laughing as I watched the mighty organ slowly disappearing inside. With a final lunge, which brought an ecstatic yell from her, the entire length of Joe's penis was buried inside my wife. Brushing me aside to grip Marie's hips, he began thrusting in and out of her.

"Bugger off home now wimp you've served your purpose for today. You can collect your wife tomorrow evening when I'll have finished with her for the time being."

"Can't I stay and watch?" I pleaded.

"Certainly not. Are you questioning my authority? Piss off wimp."

I reluctantly turned away, looking back from the door to see Joe lean over to seize my wife's breasts as he resumed his thrusts. His triumphant grin sent me from the room and I descended the stairs to leave the house with my wife's ecstatic cries resounding in my ears. 

MONDAY, MAY 28, 2007. BANK HOLIDAY.

Joe continued to refer to my wife as his slut and Marie seems to find the designation an exciting one. She certainly revels in being Joe's sex slave, just as she did with Tommy. It seems to absolve her of all responsibility from the wanton, and sometimes sordid, acts he demands. When she needed the loo at one point Joe insisted on my wife urinating into a bucket while he watched, sending me from the room first. My job was emptying and cleaning the bucket afterwards. I find my own very submissive and humiliating role equally satisfying and know that it's what I want, indeed need. An ongoing relationship with Joe will I think, be ideal for both our needs.



Journal Extracts Ch. 11



SUNDAY, JUNE 3, 2007.

Having been instructed by Joe not to return for Marie until evening I might as well use the time to bring my Journal up to date and include a few details about him, as I'm pretty sure now that a long-term association is on the cards. Joe is plainly very pleased with the situation, having fucked my wife very evening last week and kept her at the farm all weekend.

A well-built muscular guy, Joe at 52 is still exceptionally virile besides being very well endowed. His broad chest is particularly hairy, unlike mine, and the body hair proved an instant turn on for Marie who seems to prefer her lovers hirsute.

I maintained my servile and obsequious demeanour towards Joe throughout the week, submitting meekly to all his orders. He relishes his total control over both of us and certainly, as far as I am concerned, I'm more than happy to go along with his demand for 100% obedience; even to the extent of giving him our address. Joe said he wants to mark his territory by fucking my wife on the marital bed and for once I'm comfortable with the idea, being confident of his discretion.

It also turns him on to hear about Marie's exploits from her own lips, so more and more of our secrets are coming out. Joe seemed particularly excited to learn that seventy four guys have fucked my wife before him, commenting that he wouldn't have believed it of her if she hadn't told him herself.

MONDAY, JUNE 25, 2007.

Tonight Joe did what he's been threatening to do, fuck my wife on the marital bed.

When he rang, some forty minutes before we were due at the farm, I guessed his intention even before he gave me my orders.

"Pick me up at seven-thirty and don't be late," his voice barked in my ear.

"Very good Sir," I meekly replied, Joe hanging up without another word.

Pulling up outside Joe's I saw him already locking up and hastened to open the rear door for him.

"Stop at the post box in the village, I've a letter needs posting," Joe snapped.

"Very good Sir," I replied and we were off.

When I pulled up at the post box Joe handed me his letter, saying, "Get out and post it. I'll save my energy for fucking your wife."

His letter duly posted I continued the journey. At our house I again opened the door for him to alight, this time looking about nervously, hoping none of our neighbours would see my servile behaviour.

"Show me the way to your bedroom where I assume Marie will be waiting, stripped and ready for action. Tonight you're going to watch me giving it to your wife on your own bed, in future though you'll act as my chauffeur and wait in the car until I'm ready to leave," Joe informed me.

Marie was of course waiting in the bedroom, naked but for stockings and suspenders.

"Good, your wife's waiting for me with legs spread, ready for a good fucking," Joe smirked whilst undoing his trousers.

"A very nice sight, eh?" he said, as we stood at the foot of the bed staring between Marie's legs.

My voice sounded hoarse when replying in the affirmative.

"And mine to enjoy. You'll not be going there for a long, long time," he taunted.

Undressing, Joe asked, "Have you had sex with Marie since we met?" 

"No," I replied, although he knew full well the answer.

"No, and perhaps you'll never have it again because I'm looking forward to a very long adventure with you two. Your wife is an incredible fuck and I'm going to continue giving it to her for years, while you remain celibate," Joe taunted me.

"Stop talking and get on with it," Marie urged impatiently.

Laughing, Joe strolled to the head of the bed where my wife grabbed his penis like a starving man his last meal. He lay besides her grinning at me while Marie played with his genitals, stroking, kissing, licking and sucking Joe's penis and balls for perhaps twenty minutes. The guy was in heaven, lucky sod.

"Bet you wish it was your equipment receiving the works," he taunted.

"God yes," I blurted, sparking off his laughter.

"But your cock and balls are not worth bothering with, are they?"

"No," I groaned my agreement.

"Now I'm going to bring your wife to orgasm with my tongue before giving her a good fucking. First though I'm going to tie you up so we don't have to watch you playing with your pathetic little cock. Strip naked and then fetch a straight backed chair and some of your neckties," he ordered.

I dutifully fetched the chair and meekly allowed myself to be tied to it, Joe using five of my own neckties. One to bind my wrists together behind the chair, two binding my ankles to the front legs of it, and two more likewise my knees. I felt deliciously helpless as I watched Joe burying his face between my wife's thighs.

Marie again sucked his penis, at least to begin with, while his tongue did its work on her vagina. All I could see was the top of Joe's head but when her ecstatic cries began ringing out he raised his face to grin at me. Spreading my wife's vagina lips with his fingers, Joe taunted, "There, I bet you'd like to bury your cock in this juicy hole wouldn't you?"

"God yes," I groaned, my erection lending testimony to the fact.

"Well you're not going to are you?"

"No Sir."

"Perhaps even never again," he taunted. "Certainly not while I'm keeping your wife well satisfied anyway."

I groaned loudly at the implication and Joe went on, intent on rubbing my face in it still further, "You love to feel my big fat cock up your cunt don't you Marie and have no interest in hubby's tiny little thing."

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Stop teasing him and give me what I need."

Joe's laugh had a triumphant ring to it as he lifted Marie's legs to push a pillow beneath her bottom.

"I can do anything I like with your wife. Watch this," he commanded and spreading her buttocks deposited a mouthful of spittle onto Marie's anus.

After checking that I was still watching Joe began fingering my wife's anus, first with one finger, then two, and finally three. Judging by her excited cries she loved it. 

Using his other hand to stimulate her clitoris, and grinning triumphantly at me all the time, Joe quickly brought my wife to orgasm, the three fingers drilling rapidly in and out of her anus clearly driving her wild.

Heaving himself up Joe flaunted his penis in my face, saying, "Now I'm going to fuck your wife. Just imagine how much I'm going to enjoy it. Afterwards you can go and play with your own little cock in the bathroom."

With that he mounted her.

"Oh yes, yes," Marie yelled as he began fucking her.

I stared transfixed, as usual almost hypnotised by the sight of Joe's buttocks rising and falling between my wife's thighs, her joyous cries ringing out with every thrust of his penis into her. The pounding of bedsprings growing faster and noisier by the second, Marie's shouts verged on hysteria at the rapidity of Joe's thrusts. Her wild and wanton yells soon reached a crescendo and I saw his buttocks jerking and contracting.

It was over and a triumphant Joe rolled off and approached me.

"You can't deny you wife enjoyed that more than anything you could do," he said complacently, standing legs apart his mighty penis slowly diminishing.

"Oh yes, very much so," I replied my eyes fixed on Marie's gaping vagina and the semen flecked, wet and matted looking pubic hair, surrounding it.

"That's right, enjoy the view," Joe continued. "I think you'll agree that your useless little cock's redundant." 

"Oh certainly. I couldn't compete with yours, or indeed the pleasure you give my wife," I agreed, willingly humbling myself before him.

Laughing contemptuously Joe proceeded to wipe his by now flaccid, but very slimy penis, all over my face.

He was untying my wrists when my wife slipped from the bed saying she needed the loo.

"What about you Marie, did you enjoy it?"

"Of course. You don't need to ask."

"Then you'll want plenty more of the same?" he queried.

"Oh yes, lots and lots!" my wife exclaimed and kissed Joe gratefully before heading for the bathroom.

I realised that the foregoing conversation was designed purely to rub my face in it, to highlight my inadequacies, when Joe, having untied my wrists but leaving me to deal with the rest said smugly, "You're a wimp and a worm who's mine to command. In a few minutes you can drive me home but first I'm going to slipper your bare arse. Touch your toes."

I took up the required position with alacrity, I need this sort of thing by now, and picking up one of my slippers from beside the bed Joe proceeded to beat my backside with it. Then he dismissed me to the bathroom with a contemptuous wave of his hand. Joe knew what I needed to do.

In the bathroom, actually wallowing in the humiliation of the act, I masturbated to orgasm within seconds.

"There, that wouldn't have done Marie much good would it?" 

I felt even more humiliated to find they'd been standing in the doorway watching me, but agreed weakly that he was right.

Dropping Joe back at his farm I rounded off a humiliating evening by thanking him for the pleasure he'd given my wife and for allowing me to watch. "What a pathetic dick," he sneered, "Incapable of stopping your wife from opening her legs for all and sundry."

MONDAY, JULY 2, 2007.

Again ordered to act as Joe's chauffeur but this time, after opening the car door for him to alight at our house, I was told to wait in the car until he was ready to leave. An humiliating, not to mention boring experience, just sitting in the car waiting while Joe had sex with my wife. I can't imagine what the neighbours would have thought had they seen me sitting there.

At least it was only an hour or so before Joe reappeared, still doing his trousers up I saw, hoping nervously that no one else would, as he swaggered towards the car. I quickly alighted to open the car door for Joe and he said smiling, "That was good. Your wife went on top tonight so I could play with her lovely little tits while she rode my cock."

Again I looked about nervously and felt glad when he climbed in without further comment. I remained silent while driving Joe home despite his taunts.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 16, 2007.

Had to play the role of Joe's chauffeur yet again this evening. Holding the car door open for him to alight at our house I asked him if I could do something, anything, rather than sit in the car waiting.

"Not disputing my authority, are you?" he asked.

"Of course not I wouldn't dream of it but its highly embarrassing sitting in my car with the neighbours wondering what I'm doing," I explained.

"Tough."

My next door neighbour walks his dog in the evenings and several times I've seen him looking at me quizzically when passing our drive and seeing me just sitting in my car for no apparent reason. Explaining this to Joe I begged, even pleaded with him to let me do something else to avoid the embarrassment but he merely laughed, saying that the uncertainty would keep me in edge. 

So it was that once again I spent a nervous hour or so sitting in the car hoping no one would notice, while they enjoyed themselves in the bedroom.

MONDAY, AUGUST 20, 2007. 

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

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 2007.

Collected Joe at the appointed time and drove him to our house where, for once, I was allowed inside. In the bedroom I was ordered to strip naked whereupon I was tied up in a kneeling position on the floor, wrists bound to ankles. They then disported themselves on the bed for some thirty or forty minutes, indulging in general foreplay with much oral stimulation.

Joe then stretched out on the bed and Marie mounted him. I found I was holding my breath as I watched my wife lowering herself on to his waiting erection, my gasp probably louder than hers when she was impaled on it.

They enjoyed a long slow copulation with Marie riding his upward thrusting penis with evident relish. My wife raised herself so high that only the tip of Joe's penis remained inside her, expertly controlling the movements to prevent it slipping out altogether. I held my breath each time Marie's buttocks rose, thinking his penis would surely slip from her vagina this time, but no, she sank back down fully impaling herself on Joe's erection with a happy sigh.

Of course I was erect throughout, despite the ignominious position of being tied up, crouching on the floor at the foot of the bed. Despite the frustration of being unable to masturbate while watching, it was probably one of the most exciting copulations I've seen.

"Go for the finish now Marie, ride my cock hard," Joe suddenly urged, and glancing at the clock I was amazed to see they'd been at it for over half an hour! Incredible.

His hands gripped my wife's hips then, pulling her down hard onto his upward thrusting penis, and again Marie's ecstatic cries rang out. With Joe's hands squeezing and pulling at my wife's buttocks I found myself staring at her anus, amazed to think that the small puckered orifice could accommodate a big hard penis. But of course it can and has, many times by now, to my knowledge fifteen guys having had anal intercourse with my wife!

It was over and Marie slumped forward on to her lover, their bodies soaked in sweat, the pair of them breathing heavily. I continued to stare at Joe's penis while it slowly diminished in size, eventually slipping from my wife's incredibly wet looking vagina.

A little later I was untied and given the ignominious task of washing Joe's genitals before driving him home. During the drive Joe commented that it might be a good idea for me to wash his penis on a regular basis.

"Serving me and every other guy who fucks your wife, in that way should keep you in your place," he added.

Alarm bells ringing, I asked what he meant by 'other guys'.

"Well I'm a generous sort of chap and it wouldn't be fair to hog your sexy little wife all to myself. I thought I might share her with some of the lads and we both know Marie will be keen, the more the merrier for your slut of a wife," he replied.

I started telling Joe I wouldn't be happy with the sort of thing I thought I'd seen the last of with the departure of Tommy from our lives, but he brushed my objections aside.

"By your own admission Marie has been fucked by over seventy guys, although your small cock doesn't count, and I want to bring up the century. I want your lovely little wife to be penetrated by one hundred cocks of all shapes, sizes and colours."

Despite the alarm at what Joe might have in store for her I have to admit experiencing a thrill at his words.



Journal Extracts Ch. 12



SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 2007.

A disturbing development today.

Arriving at the entrance to Joe's farm I pulled up just inside the gate to strip off as usual. While I undressed Marie slid across into the driver's seat and impatiently drove off leaving me to walk the quarter mile or so to the farmhouse, something she's done a few times.

Annoyed, I started walking, the bin bag containing my clothes slung over my shoulder. At least it was mild for the time of year but I hurried up the track, fearful as ever that someone might see me. I had covered about half the distance to Joe's farmhouse when a car approached from the rear and I was forced to flatten myself against the hedge as it flew by at speed. I was embarrassed to glimpse a man's grinning face at the wheel but had no idea who he was.

Approaching the farmhouse I saw the stranger's car parked outside and feeling very nervous about my nakedness knocked tentatively on the door to ask Joe for his instructions.

"Today I've got a different job for you," the grinning Joe said, on opening the door. "My son's paying a quick visit so you can clean his car for him, both inside and out."

So that was the stranger's identity. Oh well, better than a local anyway I thought, collecting the car cleaning accoutrements from the barn. However the car was locked and knowing I'd eventually need the keys I knocked diffidently on the door, aware that he doesn't like to be disturbed.

"What do you want, wimp?" Joe snapped.

I explained apologetically that I needed his son's car keys.

"Follow me," he commanded, leading the way into the lounge.

Picking a pair of grey trousers up from amongst the clothing scattered about, some of which was Marie's, Joe went through the pockets to locate the keys.

"My lad's upstairs giving it to your wife. He hasn't got long so I'm letting him go first. I'll take a turn later," Joe grinned, handing me the keys. "Like I say Clive hasn't got long so you'd better get a move on."

Feeling disturbed by this unexpected turn of events I washed Clive's car in double quick time but had barely finished when he came out, Joe walking to the car with him. I was embarrassingly aware of Clive eyeing my nakedness as they approached and cringed when he said, "I see what you mean; this chap must have the smallest dick in existence." 

Father and son laughed at my discomfort before Joe said, "Now you can see why his missus likes opening her legs for me."

Without thinking, I automatically held the car door open for Clive.

"See, the wimp knows his place," Joe commented.

Sliding behind the wheel Clive said, "Now I've found out what a good fuck the tasty Marie is, I shall be back for more."

They again laughed at my discomfort and then, as Clive started the engine Joe said, "You can sweep the yard while I take a turn with your missus." 

And that's what I did.

During the journey home it was obvious that Marie had thoroughly enjoyed her experiences with father and son. I wish I could say the same.

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 2007.

Like most Monday evenings it's chauffeur duty tonight.

Arriving at Joe's I found Clive's car outside and it quickly became apparent that I was expected to drive the pair of them. I dutifully held the rear doors open for them to climb in, Joe first then round to the other side for Clive. During the journey I was left in no doubt as to their intention, Joe telling his son, "Marie's really looking forward to a threesome."

When I opened the doors for them to alight at our house, Joe said, "Stay in the car, you're superfluous to requirements. With two big cocks to play with your wife will have no use for your little one, not that she ever has."

They went into the house laughing and I slipped back into the car.

After I'd been sitting there for some time, feeling increasingly bored and self conscious, I realised I needed the loo. It would be pointless trying the front door because Joe always bolts it against my premature entry. So it was that I decided to make my way round to the back garden and relieve myself behind a tree, something I've done once or twice before.

Returning, much relieved, I was passing the lounge window when a loud yelp from within caught my attention. Well, as there happened to be a narrow gap in the net curtains I put my eye to it, despite knowing I'd receive a caning from Joe if he spotted me. And it was Joe I saw first, stretched out naked on our settee. My wife, also naked, was bending over the end of the settee and from the close proximity of her lips to Joe's penis I assume she'd been sucking it. Marie's yelp had been caused by Clive at her rear who was plainly fucking her. However as he settled into a steady rhythm, hands gripping my wife's hips, she resumed her oral activity on Joe's genitals. 

I couldn't tear myself away from the sight of Clive fucking my wife from the rear while she sucked his father's penis, Joe playing with Marie's breasts as they grinned at one another over her bent form.

It lasted for some time with Clive removing his penis from Marie's vagina periodically to slap her buttocks with it. He also spread the cheeks, evidently turned on by the sight of my wife's anus, and at one point I thought he might penetrate her there instead. He didn't however but suddenly began fucking her frantically, possibly urged on by Joe who I could see speaking.

When it was over Joe picked Marie up to carry her towards the stairs, Clive following.

I was sorry not to see any more but also relieved that they hadn't spotted me spying on them through the curtain.

Back in the car it was a couple of hours before father and son emerged from my house and I quickly opened the rear doors for them. This is always the most nerve racking part of Joe's visits, the thought that a neighbour might pass and wonder what was going on, and tonight was twice as nerve racking.

I drove to the farm with an erection, listening to the men discussing all the things they'd done to my wife, and taunting me about her willingness to do anything they wanted.

"When she needed the loo we both went with her to watch," Joe told me. "Of course I've seen her pissing loads of times but Clive loved seeing the stream of golden rain flowing from your wife's cunt. In fact he straight way fucked her on the bathroom floor."

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 2007.

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

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 16, 2007.

Today, Joe ordered me to collect some things he needs for Christmas. His list included holly, and a collection of thin twigs with plenty of leaves, from the woodland adjoining the farm. At least I was allowed to dress; the day though sunny was very cold, before setting out across the fields. 

While I collected the sprigs of holly etc, presumably for his Christmas decorations, Joe enjoyed a long sex session with my wife.

MONDAY, DECEMBER 24, 2007.

Directly we arrived at Joe's he ordered us to follow him into the open shed where, unusually, his Land Rover was parked. My initial thought was that he'd parked under cover to avoid frost, although the mildness of the weather made it an unlikely supposition. That idea was quickly dispelled however when Joe opened the rear door of the Land Rover and indicating a yellow rug on the floor told Marie to strip below the waist and lie back on it with her legs sticking out.

Marie did as instructed, with undo haste it seemed to me, and he roughly pulled her legs out a bit further so that her bottom was perched on the very edge of the Land Rover. Next, Joe raised each of my wife's legs in turn and tied them to hooks on either side of the door. Climbing into the driver's seat he then tied Marie's wrists to the headrests. Joining me at the rear of the vehicle Joe invited me to admire his handiwork.

Well it was certainly a very arousing sight to see Marie tied up, practically immobilised, with legs forced wide apart and the pouting vulva lips fully exposed to our gaze. She certainly seemed to revel in the helplessness of her position, squealing excitedly when Joe ran his finger down the length of her slit.

"It's a long time since your cock's been in here, bet you've got an hard on," he jeered, laughing when I agreed.

"What do you think happens now?" he asked.

"I assume you're going to fuck my wife, Sir."

"Wrong," he grinned, "this is George's Christmas present."

I failed to comprehend his meaning at first but when, in response to Joe's shout, the shambling figure of his farmhand appeared the truth began to dawn.

"Here you are George, your Christmas present as promised," Joe said to him, "Get stuck in."

He pushed me aside so that George could see Marie's vagina presented to his gaze.

"Do whatever you want with her mate, this randy bitch has had more pricks than a pin cushion and won't object to one more, not that she's in any position to do so anyway. Meanwhile I'll make sure the wimp here sees everything you do to his wife."

"Thanks boss," George muttered, eagerly undoing his grubby looking cord trousers.

Feeling dazed by what was happening I barely heard when Joe said, "George is a bachelor whose cock doesn't see much action these days."

Indeed with trousers and rather grubby looking underpants, they were presumably white once, pushed down his thighs George lunged forward, a yelp from my wife indicating she'd been penetrated. 

while we watched the old guys buttocks jerking rapidly back and forth, Joe laughed and called, "That's it George, give her what for."

"Did Marie know about this?" I asked tentatively.

"Only that she was having a new cock today but not who it belonged to. But then, just so long as she's got a cock drilling her cunt your wife doesn't care who's on the end of it, slut that she is."

We continued watching, Marie's excited cries confirming Joe's words, until he said, "Right, now touch your toes."

I obediently took up the position, aware that he was removing his belt, leaving little doubt as to his intentions. Next, and with my wife's joyous cries ringing out as George fucked her, Joe began beating my buttocks with his belt.

Of course my buttocks have received such treatment many times before but the fact of it happening in front of George added to my sense of shame and humiliation, as did their laughter.

"Right, let's get back inside. I've a few jobs for you."

"But you can't leave Marie tied like that," I protested, my concern augmented by the frustration of not seeing any more.

I cannot deny that Joe's earlier words about forcing me to watch everything George did to Marie had excited me.

"Why not?" Joe grinned, "George will be busy for sometime, and who knows perhaps someone else will come along and give her one. Marie didn't object to being tied up, despite not knowing what would happen to her, did she?"

"Well no," I conceded.

"That's it George, really give it to the bitch," Joe called as a particularly fierce penis thrust brought a wild yell from my wife.

While I attended to the chores he wanted doing, all the usual things like washing up, dusting and vacuuming, Joe told me he had a few surprises lined up for the new year.

"2008 will see your wife getting fucked by a lot of blokes. Marie's cunt will be open house for any of my mates who want to use it," he informed me.

I found Joe's words highly disturbing; knowing him well enough by now to be under no illusions about his seriousness. I protested that it wasn't part of our arrangement but he merely laughed and pointed out that both Marie and I were his slaves to do as he wanted with. He nodded towards his photo album, the implied threat sending shivers up and down my spine. 

Joe has taunted me before about handing the photos round the pub, the highly intimate pictures depicting my wife in threesome action with him and Clive which I'd been ordered to take myself, and it's a constant source of concern. For once I regret following his orders.

"Thanks boss, I'll get off now. Merry Christmas," George shouted through the open door.

"Did you give it to her up the arse like I recommended?"

"Yea, very nice," George grinned.

Following George's departure it was another twenty minutes before Joe went to release a very cold and stiff looking Marie from the Land Rover.

SATURDAY, MARCH 8, 2008.

Following the episode with George on Christmas Eve I find it embarrassing every time I see the guy. Today's events though will make my embarrassment even more acute.

As usual I'd stripped naked at the entrance to Joe's farm and was carrying my clothing in the bin bag when I passed the grinning George leaning on a gate. I felt my face growing hot directly I saw him watching my progress along the rutted track, his triumphant shout about having had my wife doing nothing to lessen it. The sod even followed me to the farmhouse, his taunts about the tiny size of my manhood increasing my discomfort.

Opening the door to my knock Joe bade me enter which I quickly did, keen to escape both the cold and George's taunts. He doesn't always let me in and many are the times I've stood shivering on the doorstep while he and Marie enjoy themselves within.

Spotting George, Joe called him inside too, much to my annoyance, particularly as my wife was laying naked on the settee plainly having been enjoying Joe's ministrations while I trudged up the cart track.

"You look cold. Bend over the back of that chair and I'll warm you up a bit," Joe instructed.

Well I knew what that meant but for once took up the position reluctantly, highly embarrassed by George's presence, although at that moment he was more interested in Marie who actually parted her legs under his eager gaze.

Anyway my legs were tied to the chair as usual before my wrists were secured likewise to the front. I was helpless, my bottom high in the air, and though it's a position I've grown to relish today was different. Aware of George's mocking laughter I didn't really want to suffer the indignity of a beating in front of him and begged Joe to dismiss the guy.

"Oh no, I don't think so," Joe said, his hand lightly squeezing my testicles to remind me of my servitude to him.

Next, to my annoyance and deep embarrassment he invited George to carry out the beating of my defenceless buttocks.

"No!" I exclaimed, but my protest only prompted laughter and a further squeeze of my testicles, making me wince.

"Go ahead George, tan the wimps arse while I take his missus upstairs. You can take a turn with her later, if you do a good job".

With that I heard them leave the room.

Well, with a maliciousness that surprised me, George beat my buttocks unmercifully, taunting me the while about the things Joe might be doing to my wife. Indeed it wasn't long before Marie's ecstatic cries from above merged with my own very different sort of cries, yells of pain as George really laid into my buttocks with his belt.

Eventually, his arm tiring I assume as it certainly wouldn't have been pity at my torment; George stopped the beating and concentrated on taunting me about what was happening upstairs. 

"Sounds like your wife's getting well and truly fucked," he jeered. "Enjoying it too by the racket she's making."

I knew from the intensity and wildness of Marie's lusty yells, after all I've heard such cries very many times by now, that George was right. 

A little later I heard Joe return, I couldn't see the door from my position.

"Good show George, you've really brought the colour to his cheeks."

Both men laughed at my discomfort before Joe went on, "Now get yourself upstairs and give it to his missus. She's waiting for you with open legs."

"Thanks boss." 

"That's OK. The hot arsed slut's like a bitch on heat. She can't get enough. Her wimp hubby's going lick my cock clean now" He yanked my head up by the hair and pressed his genitals into my face snarling, "Come on wimp, suck my cock." With the laughing George watching I did as ordered licking and sucking Joe's penis, very aware of the taste of Marie's juices.

Following George's departure upstairs Joe decided to warm my buttocks up even more with a spanking before untying me.

"Now clear off home. You can collect your wife tomorrow after me and George have finished with her."

So it is that I'm standing at my desk to write up the Journal, my buttocks much too painful to contemplate sitting. The drive home was torture. 



Journal Extracts Ch. 13



SATURDAY, MAY 24, 2008.

I've developed a hearty dislike of the malevolent George who, at Joe's invitation, continues to humiliate and chastise me in front of Marie. To my utter dismay George has now become a regular participant, being invited by Joe to fuck my wife a couple of times a week; to help satisfy her needs he says. 

However, I have to admit that something about my treatment by the men does have a disturbingly exciting affect upon me. It's troubling that I now seem to need such abuse and often masturbate in front of the men following and, even more humiliatingly, sometimes during their abuse of me!

Today they were both waiting for me when I arrived, naked as usual and feeling cold from my walk up the cart track. Despite the sunny day there was a strong cold wind blowing. With George taunting me and slapping my buttocks with the cane I was shepherded into the lounge where a half naked Marie reclined on the settee.

Oddly, there was a short ladder leaning against the wall but I soon discovered its purpose. Ordered to stand with my back to it I passively allowed my wrists to be tied to a rung of the ladder above my head, baling twine being used for the purpose. Next, ankles, knees and thighs were all secured to the uprights, thus forcing my legs apart. I have to admit to a delicious feeling of helplessness, and was fully erect.

However the feelings quickly turned to alarm when Joe began lightly tapping my testicles with a plastic ruler. He stood to one side ensuring I could see George stripping off beside the settee on which Marie could be seen eagerly slipping out of her knickers.

"Me and Clive both fucked your wife last night but see how eager she is for some more," Joe hissed in my ear.

Despite the occasional slaps to my testicles I remained erect at the sight of Marie's nakedness provoking more derision from Joe.

"Your wife's only happy when she's got a cock inside her, any cock as long as it's not this tiny little thing," he jeered, giving my erection a slap with the ruler.

"He's still got a hard on George. Seeing as how I've got the ruler how long do you think it is?"

"Not nearly long enough to be of any use to me," I heard Marie murmur, to my shame.

"Not much above two inches, I should think," George speculated.

"Not far out. His cock's a bit less than two and a half inches fully erect," Joe told him; laying the ruler alongside my penis.

They roared with laughter at my expense, George flaunting his own penis which was now erect following Marie's oral stimulation of it.

"Still your cock hasn't seen the inside of your wife's cunt for years so it doesn't really matter does it," Joe taunted.

My affirmative nod provoked more laughter.

Perhaps the excitement of the situation was getting to George because he was still wearing his tatty looking vest when he mounted Marie. She flung her legs wide and gave vent to the familiar yelp as she was penetrated.

"That's it; we'll keep your wife's cunt well oiled while this little thing shrivels up through lack of use," George hissed in my ear, giving my penis another tap with the ruler.

Despite the repeated slaps to penis and balls I remained erect as I watched George fucking my wife. Joe made sure I had a clear view and my eyes were riveted on George's scrawny backside bobbing up and down between Marie's thighs.

Later one of my wrists was untied so that I could masturbate while watching Joe's rather more muscular backside, doing likewise. Despite George's contempt I quickly came in my hand. 

"I left my spunk deep inside your wife's cunt," he jeered.

Later, and to round off a particularly humiliating evening, I was ordered to lick both men's cocks while Marie went for a shower.

She stayed over as usual, Joe ushering me out with the words, "Back to your cold and empty bed wimp, Marie will be keeping mine warm tonight."

He went on to remind me that my wife has been his mistress and plaything for a year now. 

"A year of wriggling on the end of my cock while you go without," he mocked.

With my wife spending practically every weekend at Joe's I'm aware that Clive, and more recently George, are fucking her regularly but more disturbingly I'm pretty sure other men have also been getting in on the act. Joe drops crude hints to that affect anyway. It's certainly true that regulars at the pub know my wife is Joe's mistress. Not that that stops me going in, just the opposite, it seems to add a certain frisson to the humiliation I'm exposed to each time. These guys, some of whom I think may also have had her, know that Joe has fucked my wife literally hundreds of times while I'm not permitted any sort of sexual contact with her.

SATURDAY, JUNE 21, 2008.

No sign of Marie when I arrived at Joe's. However, while he and George dragged me to the desk and tied me face down over it, I began to hear her cries emanating from the bedroom. Seeing me raise my head to listen, Joe said, "Guess who's fucking your wife at the moment."

"Clive presumably."

"Wrong, he gave her one last night, same as I did," Joe grinned.

"Who is it then?" I asked, concerned now.

"Jim," he told me, mentioning a neighbouring farmer. "He did me a favour when my tractor broke down so the least I can do is give him a few goes with your missus in return. After all, her cunt's open house for all who want to use it."

Laughing the men began spanking my buttocks, standing either side of the desk to beat a cheek each.

I'd seen Jim, a rather fat guy of similar age to Joe, in the pub a few times and know him to be married, so at least he won't be inclined to gossip about his extra marital activities.

With Marie's wild cries reaching a crescendo the men paused to listen.

"You'll need a new bed soon boss, by the sound of it," George commented.

Certainly the pounding of the bedsprings above our heads seemed even noisier than usual.

"That's OK; the wimp here can go and buy me one. After all it's his wife's bouncing arse that's wearing it out."

Later the rotund figure of Jim appeared and after laughing to see me tied over the desk, my bottom glowing, said, "Whose going next?"

"Go on George, take a turn," Joe told him, his farm hand needing no second bidding.

"You weren't wrong about this bloke's missus, she's an amazing fuck. It felt as if her cunt was sucking at my cock."

"Well it's had a lot of practice and with a lot of cocks. You're free to use it whenever you want. The wimp here won't object if he knows what's good for him and you never know between the four of us we might manage to satisfy the randy bitch," Joe commented.

"Thanks mate, I'm really looking forward to bum fucking the tart."

"Me, Clive, George and countless others already have. I think the slut likes a cock up her arse as much as her cunt. You'll enjoy spreading Marie's soft bum cheeks to slip your cock up her nice tight little arsehole, although it's probably becoming less tight with all the action it's getting. In fact I think George's giving it to her that way now."

He was right the different pitch and intensity of my wife's yells was a sure sign she was having anal intercourse with the repugnant George.

Listening to Joe and Jim discussing Marie had been a mentally discomforting experience but now my torment was increased by a sharp, pinching sensation on my foreskin. It proved to be a clothes peg and the men continued attaching others to my testicles and buttocks until I screamed and begged them to stop.

Coming to the other end of the desk, Jim seized a handful of hair to jerk my head up. 

"Stop whining like a soft girl. While Joe and George have been keeping you in your place down here I've had my cock hard up your wife's cunt," he spat in my face.

With his free hand Jim undid his trousers and I cringed, guessing what was coming. Joe took over holding my head still while Jim held his surprisingly fat looking penis beneath my nose. "You can smell where that's been," he jeered.

Laughing he rubbed his penis all over my face while Joe held my head rigid. Then I was ordered to lick his balls which I did with some repugnance.

Next Jim flexed the plastic ruler in front of me, saying, "Now I'm going to hit the pegs off one at a time and you'll certainly know about it. Finally I shall give your arse six of the best for good measure."

He was right, I did know about it! I literally screamed as each peg was knocked away, the men laughing merrily. 

"Told you a bit of S&M was fun," Joe commented Next, Jim thrashed my buttocks with the ruler and I'm sure my tortured flesh received more than the six he'd threatened. While the beating was taking place Joe added to my torment by sneering, "Your wife's mine to use as I see fit and the four of us will be fucking her senseless during the summer, although it will probably take more than us to give the slut what she needs."

Released from the desk I straightened up painfully.

"Fetch your car and drive Jim home. It's the least you can do in return for the effort he's put in with your wife and you."

The men laughed but as I reached for my clothing Joe snapped, "No, you'll stay naked to fetch the car and chauffeur Jim home."

Having left the car at the entrance as I'm ordered to do nowadays when alone, I set out on the walk to fetch it, a blow from the ruler sending me on the way. Surely he wouldn't expect me to drive the car naked on public roads, I speculated as I set out.

Indeed he did but fortunately it isn't far and I don't think anyone saw me but my eyes were darting nervously about during the drive.

When I returned to the farmhouse it was to find George alone in the lounge.

"I don't need to tell you what Joe's doing," he commented.

Again I could hear my wife's lusty cries ringing out amidst the increasingly noisy bedsprings.

"Joe said to tell you his Land Rover will need cleaning when you come back to pick your missus up tomorrow. You can toddle off home now but take this with you and see to it." 

George handed me a sheet of writing paper with specifications for a new, king size, double bed with wrought iron framework. "Joe said get the bed bought and delivered as soon as possible otherwise we might all have to come and fuck Marie in your bed, and you wouldn't want that would you." No I wouldn't! The thought of them all trooping in and out of our house and likely seen by neighbours filled me with dread.

SUNDAY, JUNE 22, 2008.

Went to the retail park in the morning and managed to buy a bed which I hope will satisfy Joe's requirements.

SATURDAY, JULY 26, 2008.

Marie's wanton behaviour this afternoon certainly underlines her increasingly prurient interest in all things sexual and her willingness, nay eagerness, to go along with whatever Joe demands of her. However, I found the episode both sordid and shocking; although I ought not to be surprised at anything my wife does by this time. When it was over Marie was radiant, with no sign of the shame and disgust with herself which I thought she should be feeling.

Now to try and write up the shocking experiences, including of course my own humiliation.

When Joe said we were taking a walk in the woods bordering his farm I knew from Marie's barely suppressed excitement that he had something special planned, although as usual I remained in the dark.

I of course remained naked as we set out from the farmhouse. I assume Joe likes to keep me unclothed to highlight my subservience to him. Whatever the reason I found it a nerve-racking experience to be trailing along behind them across the fields, stark naked and with the possibility of being seen.

Joe held my wife's hand as they walked in front, Marie looking very sexy in a short black skirt and red top beneath which she was braless. Under her skirt she wore black stockings and, as I soon discovered, red and black lacy knickers.

Entering the wood Joe led us along a faint path through the trees until we approached a bit of a clearing. Seeing glimpses of coloured clothing and hearing voices ahead I stopped abruptly, pointing out to Joe that there were other people in the wood.

"Of course there are," he said with a grin. "They're waiting for us."

With that he seized my wrist to drag me into the clearing where a group of guys whooped with laughter at my nakedness.

"Here he is lads, the guy with the smallest cock in the land. Tie him to the tree like we planned."

Some of the lads manhandled me to a tree and despite my protestations secured me to it, my wrists being tied together behind the trunk.

It was only then that I was fully able to take in what was happening. I counted six young guys, all in their early to mid twenties, amongst who my wife was being passed around exchanging kisses.

"Apparently this will be your wife's second gang bang," Joe's voice hissed in my ear. "But it's certainly not going to be her last. These rampant young lads are going to fuck Marie repeatedly and you won't even be able to play with your little cock while you watch."

Joe's words caused me to struggle against the bonds holding me to the tree but all I succeeded in doing was exacerbate my already sore buttocks, still painful from last nights caning.

"See how eager she is," Joe teased.

Indeed, by this time Marie was holding an erect penis in each hand while allowing the guys to lower her top exposing her breasts to eyes and hands.

It was a blond guy wearing a blue T-shirt and nothing else who lifted my wife's skirt to yank her knickers down. Willing hands removed them from Marie's ankles while the blonde guy thrust his hand between her thighs.

"Nice juicy cunt," he muttered. 

"Of course it is she wants cock. Give it to her," Joe commented, adding, "Throw her drawers over here."

Someone threw my wife's knickers to him and Joe forced them into my mouth saying, "That should keep the wimp quiet."

From his earlier comment I knew Marie must have told Joe about our experiences in the barn, nearly two years ago now, which I suppose gave him ideas about the gag.

The guys laughed and led Marie closer to my tree, where a rug was then spread out on the ground. When she was lowered onto it with both skirt and top bunched around her waist Marie spread her legs wide in eager anticipation. 

It was the blonde lad who mounted her and when my wife's happy cry rang out on being penetrated, Joe hissed in my ear. "The first cock of the day. All six lads are now going to fuck your randy wife one after the other, but that'll just be the start. Over the next few hours they're going to fuck her every which way and you're going to watch every minute of it. You won't even be able to wank your little cock," he ended with a jeer.

Well he was right. On the rug at my feet Marie was taken by the six lads in quick succession, none lasting very long.

"See, she's loving every minute of it," Joe said and I could only nod my agreement. 

Indeed, with a penis in each hand Marie was yelling ecstatically as a guy, dark-haired and in just a white vest, fucked her vigorously.

It was over, at least the preliminaries as Joe called them were, and a radiant looking Marie remained lying on the rug while the guys chatted and laughed about what they'd done. After a few minutes she slipped her skirt and top off signalling her readiness to continue. 

"On your hands and knees then bitch, some of us are going to give it to you doggie style," the blonde guy said.

"See how keen your wife is for more," Joe taunted seeing the eager way she adopted the position, which is after all one of her favourites.

My wife's wild and excited cry when the blonde guy's penis drove into her for the second time more than confirmed what we could see. 

Joe laughed and said, "Next time I shall have to arrange a few more. It doesn't look as if six cocks are enough for your slut of a wife. As we both know Marie's cunt is open house for anybody who wants to use it, you excepted of course."

A number of them joined in the laughter when pointing at my erection, he jeered, "Look lads, the redundant cock."

Gripping her hips the blonde guy fucked my wife steadily and with less urgency this time. The others stood round watching, most with erections in hand, as they waited their turn.

"I think when they've finished you'll have to kiss all the lads cocks and thank them for a job well done, don't you?" Joe hissed in my ear. 

I shook my head desperate to avoid such a humiliating and demeaning act but he just laughed and said, "You've got no choice in the matter, any hint of refusal and I'll get the lads to piss on you as well."

That sobered me up and I nodded my head resignedly.

Another loud cry from Marie drew my attention back to the action in front of me where I saw the guy in yellow top now fucking her.

And so it went on until all six had taken a second turn, after which Marie rolled onto her back rubbing what must have been sore knees. She'd been in the position for ages. However, her hot and sweaty body glowed and she looked ecstatic, almost triumphant to have been fucked twelve times with barely a break in the action. 

Joe untied my wrists from the tree and forced me to my knees. I thought for an awful moment he was going to carry out his threat of the lads urinating on me, but thankfully it was additional taunting that he had in mind.

"There, take a good look at your wife's well used cunt."

With Marie remaining on her back, legs wide apart, I stared between them. It was an incredible sight. My wife's vagina gaped open lewdly following the pounding it had been given. It was soaked and slimy with love juice, her pubic hair matted.

It's shameful to admit but my hand automatically strayed to my erection until Joe's laugh prompted me to snatch it away.

"Go on then, have a wank," he jeered.

Almost with a will of its own the hand returned to my erection and despite the humiliation of an audience I masturbated frantically, trying to close my ears to their jeering laughter.

"That's it, play with your little cock while looking at the cunt which has been closed to you for years but which is always open for me and my mates," Joe taunted.

I quickly came in my hand, the contemptuous and jeering laughter of the surrounding guys making me want to sink into the ground with embarrassment.

It didn't end there though. Almost before I realised what was happening the guy in black T-shirt had mounted my wife. While he began fucking her two others were kneeling either side of her head and although being on my knees inevitably restricted the view, humping buttocks getting in the way, I assumed she was licking and sucking their cocks.

Eventually both guys at her head also fucked my wife making it fifteen times in all, as Joe enjoyed reminding me.

Next there came the final ordeal when I was forced to thank the guys for their efforts and kiss all six cocks in gratitude.

Meanwhile Marie remained lying on the rug, her stockings in shreds, looking weary but well pleased with herself. Indeed her exuberance as she thanked Joe for arranging such an exciting scene shocked me.

"Do you want more of the same then?" he asked, watching me with a smile on his face, a smile which broadened when she my wife exclaimed, "Oh yes please!"

Then, and to round of a thoroughly sordid episode, my wife exclaimed, "I'm absolutely bursting!" and perching on the end of a sawn tree trunk began urinating. The group of young men gathered round excitedly watching the torrent of pee flowing from my wife's body, Marie spreading her legs to make sure they could all see, and the duration of flow testified to her comment about bursting. For once I felt really horrified by my wife's wanton and disgusting behaviour.

Leaving me to carry the sweat and semen stained rug they headed back to the farmhouse where I was ordered to hand wash it.



Journal Extracts Ch. 14



SATURDAY, AUGUST 23, 2008.

Arriving at Joe's I was dismayed to see the short ladder propped against a wall of his lounge, the way it had been three months ago. I hadn't forgotten what happened then! I also saw clothes pegs on the desk next to which stood a grinning Jim.

I haven't met him since the first 'pegs' incident but am aware from Joe's taunts that the fat man has fucked my wife, both vaginally and anally a number of times since then.

Despite a sense of foreboding I pacify allowed myself to be secured to the ladder, wrists attached to a rung above my head, legs tied firmly apart as before. Perhaps inevitably it was the loathsome Jim who began attaching the pegs, starting with my nipples this time, while to my dismay Joe took photos. The pain increased proportionately to the number of pegs being attached to my body.

Pausing in his photography Joe fixed a gag in my mouth to stifle the cries, my testicles feeling on fire by this time with the cluster of pegs which Jim gleefully attached to them, a couple pinning my foreskin for good measure.

If that wasn't bad enough he then took up the plastic ruler to hit the pegs from my body very slowly, thus drawing out the agony of anticipation, while continuously taunting me.

I've known for some time that Joe takes photos of my wife, both alone and in action with either Clive or George. He also has a collection of photographs of himself in action with Marie, taken using a tripod and timer, but this is the first time he's turned the camera on me.

Released from the ladder I literally fell to my knees on the carpet, bathed in sweat. It was only then that I noticed my wife's absence and felt relieved that she'd left the room and hadn't witnessed my torment. However it was unusually quiet above, although admittedly the new bed is quieter than the old, but wondering where she'd gone I tentatively asked Joe.

"Marie's enjoying herself. I'll show you," Joe smiled.

Taking me by the ear he pulled me upright and across to the window, Jim encouraging my progress with strokes of the ruler across my buttocks. The window overlooks the stretch of lawn which passes for Joe's garden, a lawn I've been ordered to cut many times.

Marie was laying on a recliner wearing nothing but a short skirt. There were three men clustered around my wife, none of whom I recognised. Two of the men were running their hands up and down Marie's thighs while the third played with her breasts.

Seeing my astonished expression Joe said, "These guys are old mates of mine who turned up out of the blue from Scotland so I've given them your wife to play with. As long as she's got a cock inside her Marie doesn't care who it belongs to, just so long as it's not your shrivelled up little thing. Your wife's already been fucked by me and Jim today but she still wants more as you can see."

Indeed Marie was now sucking on a guy's penis while down below the other two were simultaneously fingering her vagina!

"Your wife's knickers were off within seconds of being introduced to the guys. She took them off herself," he taunted. "It's the more the merrier with the hot arsed bitch, as you can see."

Marie certainly looked to be in her element, with a penis now in her mouth and two more in her hands.

"Right you've seen enough. While the guys take turns with your missus we'll have some more fun with you. Let's get the wimp up on the desk Jim."

There was no point in resistance as they lifted me on to the desk and tied me down to it. On my back with legs forced apart, I experienced a delicious feeling of helplessness while wondering what they had in store for me. However my feelings quickly turned to ones of dismay when Jim again began attaching pegs to my testicles. Joe lowered trousers and underpants to rub his penis across my face.

"You can probably still smell your wife's cunt on my cock as it's a regular visitor there. I've fucked her hundreds of times," he jeered.

With Jim continuing to torment my testicles with the pegs I was ordered to lick Joe's balls and then his penis, finally taking it into my mouth. By this time we could hear Marie's excited cries mingled with shouts from the men.

"That's it wimp, suck my cock while the lads outside give it to your missus. Three more cocks added to her tally."

At times Joe seems decidedly malicious in his dealings with me and today was one of those days.

"Whack the pegs off nice and slow Jim, then put 'em back on again."

My yelp on the first peg being hit from my testicles was stifled by Joe's penis in my mouth.

"When the lads have finished with Marie you will of course lick all three cocks clean, your role in life these days," he hissed, before removing his own from my mouth to enjoy the yells of pain I uttered as each peg was hit from my testicles.

When the last one had gone however Jim simply reattached them and it seemed to me that he put more on this time.

With Joe now at the window giving a running commentary about his friends taking turns to fuck my wife Jim again hit the pegs off, this time with even longer pauses between each one, really building up the tension. I was in agony, both mentally and physically, but also knew deep down inside that I loved it; as did my tormentors because I sported an erection throughout their abuse of me.

It was while I was being released from the desk that the three guys came in from the garden.

"You're the only one with a hard on. The rest of us relieved ours in your wife's cunt," Joe taunted, provoking their laughter.

Then there came the final indignity when I was ordered not only to lick, but also suck, each of his friend's cocks. I then had to thank them, which I found myself doing profusely, for the pleasure they'd given my wife. Perhaps inevitably Jim decided to get in on the act at this point and I was ordered to lick and suck his balls.

Finally I was sent home alone Marie of course staying the night at Joe's, as were his three friends. I was left in no doubt that they would be having a lot more fun with her in my absence.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2008.

Dropped Marie off at Joe's before returning for the District Council meeting as usual. This time I was instructed to collect them from the pub afterwards.

I always find visiting the pub a highly embarrassing and humiliating experience with many of the regulars aware that my wife is Joe's mistress and some of whom, according to him, have also had sex with her, and so I entered in some trepidation. Marie was sitting at a table flanked by a couple of Joe's friends while he chatted at the bar. He called me over and 'suggested' that I settle his bar bill, a regular occurrence. Of course I did so before following him to a table with my sparkling water. Using me as chauffeur suits Joe as it means he can drink without the hassle of driving.

Sitting down at a table just about opposite the one where Marie sat, Joe knocked a beer mat to the floor. Bending to pick it up, he paused and said," Here you pick it up, you might enjoy the view."

Puzzled as to what he meant I did so. Glancing upwards I found my eyes level with the underside of the table opposite; the table where Marie sat flanked by the two guys.

Well, under cover of the table her skirt had been pushed high, in fact the hem was out of sight, and the guys each had a hand on her knees. Glancing up I saw the two men smirking at me. Compulsively bending for another look I found myself staring at the thin strip of black material between Marie's thighs, aware that both hands were now travelling up them. 

"Unusual to see your wife wearing knickers isn't it. She spends more time without them these days," Joe remarked.

Humiliatingly I was unable to straighten up; I just had to keep watching. Both hands were at the top of my wife's thighs now and one set of fingers hooked her knickers to the side for the other to stroke and probe her slit. After a minute or two they swapped over. I was sweating profusely as I watched the two guys taking turns to finger Marie, chiefly because it was apparent that most of the customers were also aware of what was going on under cover of the table. Despite the humiliation though I had a compulsion to continue watching, particularly as the men were now fingering my wife simultaneously, four fingers probing her vagina.

Eventuall I heard Marie say she needed the loo and the fingers were removed. I straightened up to see her standing and smoothing her skirt down. She flashed me a smile on her way to the loo.

Silence followed her departure until Joe said to the two guys, "Go and see if the lady wants any help lads."

"You might as well get yourself another drink," Joe commented when I drained my glass thirstily. "I think your wife will be occupied for some time."

The remaining customers laughed, knowing what he meant by that as well as I did.

Thursday is the landlady's night off otherwise the events of the evening wouldn't have occurred. The landlord on the other hand is an old friend of Joe's and with him anything goes, although I only discovered this evening that he too has fucked my wife a few times.

Perhaps half an hour went by and the bar was almost empty when Joe said quietly, "You might have noticed I referred to your wife as a lady but we both know the truth's a bit different, don't we?"

I remained silent and he went on, "In reality your wife's nothing but a slut, a whore who'll open her legs for anything in trousers."

Again I was silent and he urged, "I'm right aren't I. Admit it wimp." My mouth feeling dry I croaked, "Yes," and he beamed his triumph.

"By the time I've finished with you two hundreds of men will have fucked your wife; like my mates are doing in the ladies loo right now," he taunted.

We were almost the only ones left by this time and the landlord suggested hurrying things up a bit as his wife would soon be home.

Telling me to follow Joe led the way along the corridor to the toilets, coming to a halt outside the ladies from where we could hear Marie's ecstatic cries.

"Another two cocks added to the tally," Joe grinned as her cries reached a crescendo.

Soon after, the guys emerged from the ladies loo, the second of who was still doing his jeans up, and saying they were late hurried away. Joe led me inside where we found my near naked wife still laying on the tiled floor where they'd left her. The sight plainly excited Joe because he started unzipping while telling me to close the door. Marie smiled up at him as he mounted her, legs automatically moving further apart.

"You're only happy when you've got a cock inside you, aren't you Marie?" he said, driving into her.

Marie's gasped response sounded very much like an affirmation to me as I quickly released my own erection. Watching the very familiar sight of Joe's backside jerking up and down between my wife's thighs I soon came in my hand, despite the embarrassing presence of the landlord. He'd entered almost unnoticed and was watching both the couple fucking on the floor and me masturbating.

When a heavily breathing Joe rose to his feet and saw the landlord, he said, "Do you want to take a turn Henry?"

"Love to Joe, but another time. The wife will be back soon," replied the landlord, staring between Marie's legs.

I was glad we had to leave the pub hurriedly, feeling thoroughly humiliated to have been caught masturbating while watching Joe fucking my wife. It was during the drive to his farm that Joe told me that the landlord, Henry, has fucked her four or five times.

"I like to share her with my mates and we both know your wife likes a wide variety of cocks," he smirked.

Back at the farm Joe spanked both of us. Me first, then Marie, but noticeably lighter, before telling us to clear off.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 31, 2008.

Yet another shocking episode. In fact tonight's activities almost beggars belief. 

The landlord and his wife are away on holiday and as it's a quiet time on the farm Joe is looking after the pub in their absence. He told us to join him there so I could be put to work washing glasses and wiping tables while Marie helped out behind the bar. Of course, with most if not all of the regulars knowing my wife is Joe's mistress and sex slave; I envisaged a highly embarrassing evening. In the event it turned out far more humiliating, not to say disturbing, than I could have imagined.

It was a cold, frosty evening and Marie wore high leg boots, although the cold didn't deter her from wearing a particularly short skirt and stockings. Inevitably she received many a lascivious look while working behind the bar, most of the guys trying to be served by her in preference to Joe.

Getting towards closing time I noticed an air of growing excitement about my wife. The pub was thinning out when Joe told me to go and lock up. I pointed out that it still wanted ten minutes to closing time but he told me to get on with it.

On my return to the bar I was shocked to see Marie sitting on a chair surrounded by males. There were six of them and she was barely visible until Joe told me to join him, standing on the bar. Looking down from our vantage point I saw my wife held a penis in each hand with a third in her mouth. Her top had been pulled up to expose Marie's breasts which a couple of guys were groping. Down below her skirt had also been pulled up and my wife sat with legs apart and a bald headed guys hand between them.

"Tonight's your wife's lucky night, but perhaps not yours as you're going to watch these six guys fuck her one after the other. Same number that had her in the woods back in July if I remember right," Joe said.

Up to that point the guys had been fully dressed but now some of them stepped back from the action to strip off. 

"Let's strip her and get on with it, my missus will wonder where I've got to," a guy in white shirt said impatiently.

Within seconds Marie had been stripped naked, although she insisted on putting the boots back on once her stockings had been removed complaining that the pub floor was cold to her feet. A rug was draped over the end of one of the tables before she was lifted onto it.

"See how eagerly your wife spreads her legs for another half dozen cocks," Joe teased.

Indeed with her legs wide apart, fully exposed to the laughing guys, Marie waited impatiently while white top dropped his trousers and underpants. From our position on the bar I had a clear view of his penis when it drove into my wife.

"Ah yes, yes," Marie's cry seemed almost one of relief while her hands searched for, and quickly found, cocks to hold.

A naked guy climbed onto the table to squat over Marie's face and feed his penis into her mouth, fingers pinching her nipples. The guy fucking her grasped my wife's hips as he drove in and out rapidly, the rest of the guys waiting their turn erections in hand.

"Your wife's a slut," Joe sneered, the way he as many times before and seeming to delight in telling me so. "Ever since those guys had her in the wood Marie's been begging me for a repeat."

All I could do was stare in awe and amazement at Marie's very obvious excitement with all the guys manhandling her, and ponder the changes that have come over her in recent years. It's a sobering thought that Joe's taunts about my wife being willing and eager to open her legs for anything in trousers is sadly all to true nowadays.

When white top had finished and was fastening his trousers Joe told me to climb down and let the guy out, making sure to thank him properly for his services. To my shame I did so but with face burning when he laughingly said, "No problem, your wife's a damn good screw."

On my return to the bar I found the bald guy was fucking Marie while numerous hands played with her body. Inevitably, she held an erection in each hand.

"As its Halloween I've fixed up a really wild weekend for her and believe me Marie's really looking forward to it. I've got another set of guys lined up for tomorrow and more on Sunday. You're going to watch something like twenty guys fucking your wife, twenty different cocks to open up her cunt and give her what she needs," Joe informed me with a smirk.

The evening continued with the rest of the guys fucking Marie one after the other. When it was over I was again ordered to thank the guys while showing them out.

Returning to the bar I found Marie still lying on the table, her body glowing and face radiant. I didn't need Joe to point out how much she'd enjoyed it, but of course he did anyway.

While she went for a long soak in the bath I had all the clearing up and cleaning to do, Joe just sitting reading the paper.



Journal Extracts Ch. 15



SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 2008.

Marie stayed at Joe's overnight. She's rarely home at weekends these days, and as I use a secondary bedroom anyway, I'm used to sleeping alone. Slept little last night however, my mind dwelling on Joe's words. What does he have in mind for the weekend?

I've been ordered to return to the pub early this afternoon where there will be work for me to do, mostly the cleaning up.

LATER.

Marie was behind the bar when I arrived, with the same expectant air about her as yesterday. The village pub closes for a couple of hours in the afternoon at weekends but when Joe sent me to lock the doors there where still a few customers left, all of them strangers as far as I could tell.

On my return I noticed Marie's absence and soon some of the remaining customers departed, but through to the living quarters rather than the exit. Joe told me to continue cleaning up before he too disappeared, taking the remaining three guys with him.

Well I soon began to hear a lot of noise emanating from the upper rooms of the pub, chief amongst it being my wife's shrieks and laughter, so had an intimation of what might be happening. What I couldn't work out though was how many guys might be involved. It was when Joe reappeared and, grinning broadly, told me to leave my chores for the time being and follow him that I found out.

He led me upstairs to a rear bedroom and the first thing I saw was Marie stretched out naked on the bed. Naked guys clustered round the bed but a gap had been left at the foot of it, presumably on Joe's instructions, so that I could see what they were doing. And what I saw was an incredible number of hands on my wife's body. There were seven hands; I actually counted them, on Marie's upper thighs with many fingers probing her vagina and anus. My eyes travelling upwards I saw she was sucking one penis while holding two others, seemingly a favourite occupation these days, while hands groped her breasts.

"These are old mates of mine," Joe informed me. "I invited them over to enjoy a gang bang with your wife. This is what the slut loves, being the centre of attention with loads of guys lusting after her body. Look at her revelling in it."

Marie was laying there, legs flung wide and now with three guys fingering her vagina simultaneously, eagerly sucking the variety of cocks that were presented to her lips.

"Very soon now by the look of it, your going to watch the eight of them fuck your wife in succession just like the other six did last night, only about fifteen hours ago to be precise. See how she loves playing with all those cocks."

True enough Marie's excitement was plain to see. Indeed one of the guys mounting her at that moment and driving his penis deep inside, elicited the cry, "Oh god yes, yes, do it to me hard and fast, all of you!"

Well, they did just that. Directly one had finished another took his place and Marie's highly charged and excited state was undeniable as guy after guy fucked her. Indeed, as Joe was quick to point out, she was plainly disappointed when the eighth had finished!

"The slut still wants more and she's going to get plenty," he hissed. "We'll leave them to it now."

When the pub reopened the guys were still upstairs with Marie, and remained so for a considerable time.

Soon after the last of Joe's friends departed, there being a bit of a lull in the bar, Joe again told me to follow him upstairs. We found Marie stretched out on the bed, eyes closed, a blissful expression on her face despite the many marks and bruises on her body.

"How many times have you been fucked Marie?" Joe asked, pushing me to the foot of the bed.

"No idea, I lost count," she murmured complacently.

Joe laughed and said, "Take a good look at your wife's well used cunt. See how my mates have opened it up. I expect they gave it to her up the arse as well."

Lifting Marie's legs and spreading her buttocks Joe said triumphantly, "Yea, more than one cock's been up this little hole I think. How many bum fucked you Marie?"

"Four," she murmured.

Highly charged himself now Joe swiftly rolled her over and began spanking my wife's bottom, but as usual with considerably less force than he does mine.

"You've been a naughty girl," he grunted, Marie squirming and giggling as he spanked her.

I found myself automatically masturbating while watching, not even being aware of freeing my erection!

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 2008.

I had hoped that the landlord and his wife's return this morning would signal the end of a sordid weekend. Instead the action simply transferred to Joe's place.

The guys started arriving early afternoon and by three pm there were ten of them assembled.

From my point of view it was even more humiliating than the episodes at the pub because of course I was naked and had to face the laughter and jeers of each new arrival, Joe inevitably drawing attention to my manhood.

"Did you ever see such a shrivelled up little cock," he commented to the last arrival, provoking the expected derision.

"Now everyone's here we can get started. I promised you double figures today Marie, are you looking forward to it?" 

"Oh god yes!" My wife exclaimed, her face flushed with excitement.

"Right, first though we'll tie hubby to the ladder," Joe said.

Of course I'd been expecting it since seeing the ladder in place against the wall on my arrival but nevertheless still protested when he told me to stand against it.

"What, questioning my authority. Grab the wimp and tie him to the ladder lads, facing it to start with. Then two or three of you take your belts to his arse and teach the pathetic sod his place."

Struggling was futile as willing hands bound me to the ladder. Annoyingly, not to mention very painfully, a surprising number of Joe's friends seemed eager to join in my chastisement. I think five or six of the guys used their belts on my buttocks, at least two at a time, before I was released. My freedom didn't last long though; I was merely retied, this time with my back to the ladder.

"Look lads he's got a hard on," Joe said, whacking my penis with the cane to make me howl.

By this time however the guys were more interested in my wife who had been stripped naked while my beating was taking place. Marie knelt on the floor surrounded by guys all eager to present theirs erections to her lips.

"Now then lads, let's have some order. Stand in a line and the slut will move along sucking your cocks in turn. You'd like that wouldn't you Marie?"

"Oh yes," her excited response was almost lost in the hubbub and laughter of the men forming a line.

Despite the evident impatience displayed by some of the guys my wife was in no hurry, plainly relishing a unique situation, as she moved slowly along the line.

"Long time since you've enjoyed this sort of thing, eh," Joe taunted, standing beside me and evidently enjoying the spectacle. His hand cupped my balls to give them a little squeeze, just enough to provoke a yelp.

Marie certainly gave each guy the full works, licking and kissing cocks and balls with obvious relish. She was incredibly fired up by the situation, so much so that when one of the guys, highly excited himself by the work of her mouth on his genitals, turned and urged her to lick his anus Marie did just that! I could only watch in horror as my wife palmed the guy's buttocks to run her tongue up and down the crevice between them.

"Your wife's putty in our hands, the sluts ours to do as we want with," one of the guys taunted. 

"He's right there. Marie's a whore but in reverse. I bet she'd gladly pay the guys for their services," Joe hissed in my ear.

I was barely aware of his words, totally shocked by the sight of my wife ardently licking the guy's anus. 

Perhaps not surprisingly others wanted the same treatment and by the time she'd been picked up and stretched out on Joe's desk Marie had repeated the process with another four guys!

I hardly needed Joe to tell me Marie was in her element, stretched out across the desk holding a cock in each hand, sucking on a third and with a fourth guy fucking her. But of course he did anyway. It was obvious that the sheer volume of men, vying to present their cocks to mouth or hands while waiting their turn to fuck her, made my wife feel the centre of attraction.

None of the guys lasted long but as each fresh penis drove into her, Marie's ecstatic shout rang out. She knew they'd want more. My wife must have been keeping count this time because there was an exultant tone to her yell when the tenth penis entered her.

"She'd gladly take another ten," Joe hissed in my ear as we listened to Marie's ecstatic cries ringing out while the guy fucked her vigorously.

By the time it was over Joe had released me from the ladder. Taking me by the ear he dragged me to the desk where I was forced to my knees.

"There, take a good look at your wife's cunt now that ten cocks have given it a good pummelling." 

I stared between Marie's wide spread legs while she remained stretched out across the desk, basking in the afterglow. There were fresh bruises on her inner thighs, thighs wet with semen, but I was chiefly struck by how my wife's vagina gaped open following the activity of the guys.

Hands, not Joe's, suddenly grabbed my head to push my face between Marie's thighs. My lips were in contact with her vagina, the first time in years, and when a voice urged me to lick it clean I did so almost eagerly. However the laughter as I licked copious amounts of semen from my wife's vagina served as a reminder of the humiliation involved, particularly as whacks to my buttocks ensured that I really had no choice but to swallow.

Eventually Joe pulled me to my feet and ordered me outside to clean all the guys' vehicles for them.

"There's no hurry," he added. "The guys are going to take your missus upstairs and continue the fun. That's what you want, right Marie?"

"Oh yes, yes!" she cried excitedly, practically running towards the stairs, the guys laughing at her eagerness.

"She's like a bitch on heat," someone remarked. "Yea, fancy being married to a slut like her. The tart obviously can't say no and will drop her knickers for all and sundry," another added contemptuously.

Outside I surveyed the cars with dismay, two of them were particularly filthy, the third not too bad and I decided to clean that one first. It had been a showery day but fortunately not too cold; as a matter of course I had to remain naked while car cleaning.

While toiling away on the cars I frequently saw grinning faces at the bedroom window looking down on me. I could also clearly hear, despite the closed window, my wife's wild shrieks and excited cries, her joyous yells and exultant shouts while the ten guys did as they wanted with her.

I was on the third car, sweating from my labours despite it being November, when Joe strolled out to see how I was getting on.

"Good nearly finished," he said. "Thought I'd let you know that Andy's just giving it to your wife up the arse, he's the sixth to bum fuck the randy bitch."

He strolled back to the house laughing at the obvious discomfort his words caused me.

I was just clearing up after finishing the third and final car when the guys came out, my nakedness and servility evoking their ridicule. Perhaps there was a certain inevitability about it as I was forced over the bonnet of the car I'd just cleaned and most, possibly all, of the guys took a turn at spanking my already tortured buttocks, my screams even bringing Joe and Marie to the upstairs window. There was no sympathy to be found there though, the pair of them merely laughing at my plight while clearly enjoying the spectacle.

* * * WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 24, 2008.

We always finish work at lunchtime on Christmas Eve and Joe had ordered us to be at his place as early as possible. It was clear from Marie's barely suppressed excitement when I collected her from home that she was expecting something special. My wife wore a navy blue dress that was so short it barely covered her stocking tops, and I was thankful that none of our neighbours saw her. The dress, one I've never seen before, was also very low cut, only just covering her nipples. In fact it's fair to say my wife looked the slut she has undoubtedly become. Inevitably I became erect directly I saw her.

"Triple penetration today Marie, are you still up for it?" Joe asked, ushering us inside.

"Oh god, yes!" she exclaimed excitedly.

Initially I didn't understand what Joe meant but when he introduced us to the three guys, who of course erupted with laughter at my nakedness, I began to get the picture.

"That's right," Joe told me, realising the truth had dawned. "Three big cocks to penetrate your wife simultaneously. She's been waiting weeks for this."

The implication behind his words sent a shiver down my spine and for once I actually hoped I'd be sent out to wash a car or something, anything rather than have to witness Marie taking part in such a sordid act. 

Joe of course intended me to see everything, hissing in my ear, "Tonight you're going to witness your wife's total depravity with cocks in her mouth, cunt and arsehole at the same time. Afterwards, you'll not only thank the guys for their efforts but pay them ten pounds each for their travelling expenses."

Ben, Terry, and John, who were late twenties or early thirties, jumped to their feet eagerly when Joe said, "Right oh lads, get her tits out. Shouldn't be difficult, they're barely contained by that sluttish dress."

With a whoop John plunged both hands down the front of my wife's dress to scoop her breasts out before moving aside for his friends to see.

"Small tits," Terry commented, taking one of them in his hand.

"Small but beautiful, the perfect size," said Ben, taking the other.

Marie was plainly in heaven as she stood there with two guys licking and sucking her nipples. The ever impatient Joe lifted the hem of my wife's dress the short distance needed to expose her jet black pubic curls to the leering John who exclaimed, "No knickers!"

"Told you the slut wouldn't be wearing any, she's too eager to feel a cock inside her."

There was a squeal of delight from Marie when John's hand delved between her thighs. 

I could hardly see my wife, surrounded as she was by the three guys eagerly exploring her body, but hearing her excited cries and moans knew she was in her element. Joe laughed when her dress was suddenly thrown clear and hissed in my ear, "Bet the randy bitch took it off herself as she hasn't yet got any cocks to play with."

John was about to rectify that though and tore his clothes off in double quick time. Through the gap which opened up momentarily I could see Ben and Terry fingering Marie simultaneously, Ben continuing to tease a nipple with his tongue. However, directly she saw John's erection my wife dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth.

The other two then stripped off, Joe pulling me to the side so that we had a very clear view of Marie licking and sucking John's genitals, penis first then his balls. Directly the naked Ben appeared Marie turned her attention to him, repeating the treatment she'd given John, whose balls she now held in her cupped hand. 

"Your wife's in her element," Joe commented when she turned her attention to Terry, as if in confirmation of my own thoughts.

Again Marie was barely visible but I knew she was sucking a penis while playing with the other two.

Suddenly she was flat on the floor, face down on a quilt.

"Ah, here we go," Joe said, as spreading my wife's buttocks John dribbled spittle down on to the crevice between them.

While he continued to hold the cheeks apart Ben drove his thumb into Marie's anus. I watched in awe as he fingered her vagina with one hand while the thumb of his other pushed slowly in and out of her anus. Terry meanwhile stretched out in front of Marie, thighs either side of her head, and she sucked greedily on his penis, seeming oblivious of the fingers and thumbs driving in and out of anus and vagina. Joe again made sure I was in the best place to see John and Ben excitedly fingering my wife, both now fingering her anus.

"Opening it up ready for a cock," he commented.

Terry then stretched out on the settee and Marie was lifted onto his waiting erection.

"Oh yes, lovely!" she exclaimed when they lowered her and she was fully impaled on his penis.

Ben moved to the end of the settee so she could take his penis into her mouth. John meanwhile coated Marie's anus with lubricant before tossing the tube to me. Joe laughed and said "He wants you to lubricate his cock ready to drill your wife's arsehole."

So it was that I had the ignominious task of thoroughly coating John's penis with lubricant. And as if that wasn't humiliating enough, John said "Now guide my cock into your wife's bum hole while I hold her cheeks apart."

With burning cheeks and shaking hands I did so, aware of the grinning Joe watching. John's penis slipped deep inside Marie's anus with remarkable ease, all the lubricant I suppose, and I found myself watching the twin movements of the cocks with incredulity. With John's penis forcefully drilling in and out of my wife's anus, the movements of Terry's in her vagina seemed somewhat hampered. Marie's initial yelps quickly disappeared when she eagerly took the third penis into her mouth again.

It was an unbelievable, shocking and disturbing sight to watch my wife being fucked by the three guys simultaneously but I couldn't take my eyes off the sordid spectacle and was hardly aware of Joe taking photos.

It was John who came first, buttocks jerking, penis buried to the hilt in my wife's anus. I watched awestruck as he withdrew, Joe moving quickly to photograph Marie's gaping anus.

She was now able to ride Terry's thrusting penis with abandon but continued sucking on Ben's while she did so.

A little later Joe told me to fetch a bowl of warm water and wash John's penis.

"Make sure you wash my cock thoroughly because you'll be finishing off with your tongue," John himself added, shades of Osman last year.

The men laughed at my expression of repugnance as I carried out the ignominious job of washing John's genitals. Next, and without being told, I licked his penis and balls.

"See, the wimp knows his place," Joe commented.

Laughing, John moved away but my humiliation was far from over. Taking up his position in front of me Terry said "Now you can lick my cock, fresh from your wife's cunt."

I did so but with greater reluctance than usual due to my humiliation being photographed by Joe. While licking the glans of John's penis I heard the familiar excited cry from Marie and knew she was being fucked again. I couldn't see but surmised correctly that it would be Ben.

"Kiss my balls then you can watch your wife getting it again," Terry instructed.

When I'd done so he moved aside so and I saw Joe and John holding Marie's ankles wide apart and high in the air, with Ben's buttocks hammering up and down at a rapid rate between her thighs.

"He's really giving it to your missus," Terry taunted me as her excited yells rang out.

It's necessary to stand while bringing my Journal up to date and the next section of the story will explain why.

We were in Joe's bedroom where a sort of upside down v-shaped wooden frame had been erected facing the foot of the bed. I allowed myself; I had little choice, to be tied to the frame. I was facing the bed where Marie lay flanked by Terry and John, holding a cock in each hand. Both men fingered her while each sucking a nipple. 

Once I'd been tied securely in place Marie straddled John, his penis sliding with ease inside her well lubricated vagina; well lubricated by the semen of the two that had already been there. Next, Terry crouched at her rear, momentarily blocking the view. 




Journal Extracts Ch. 15



"While you watch the two guys fucking your wife, John using her cunt and Terry her bum hole, me and Ben are going to thrash your buttocks with our belts," Joe told me.

"I doubt he'll want to sit down for Christmas dinner by the time we've finished with his arse," Ben added, both men laughing.

By this time Terry had succeeded in penetrating my wife's anus, and now straddled the other two. Presumably it was carefully arranged because I found I had a clear view of the two cocks driving steadily in and out of my wife.

Then the first blow fell and I cried out, more in surprise at the suddenness than pain. To start with only Ben lashed my buttocks with his belt, Joe taking photos. Then he too joined in my chastisement, first drawing Ben's attention to my erection, and saying, "That pathetic little cock hasn't seen the inside of his wife's cunt for years, unlike dozens of other blokes."

Ben laughed while I howled, the blows to my buttocks falling on both cheeks.

"Marie will open her legs for any cock other than hubbies," Joe sneered.

Despite the rapidly increasing pain I stared compulsively at the two guys fucking my wife, morbidly desperate not to miss a thing. If I couldn't have her then I must take my pleasure by watching others.

Terry's buttocks were jerking, muscles clenching, by the time Ben replaced his belt with the cane. My yell was even louder as the cane cut into my already very painful bottom.

Terry was off the bed then and I had a momentary glimpse of my wife's gaping anus as she joyfully rode John's upward thrusting penis. When Terry climbed on to a stool in front of me I thought for one horrific minute he was going to force his penis into my mouth. I felt almost relieved when instead he rubbed his penis, fresh from my wife's anus, all over my face.

At last the beating seemed to be over and my inflamed buttocks had a respite. However, feeling hands spreading my cheeks and hearing Joe say, "Go on then Ben, fuck his arse with the candle." I almost forgot about the pleasure of watching my wife riding John's penis, horrified by the prospect of my fate.

"No no, not that," I begged but of course they took no notice, merely laughing as the candle was driven forcibly into my anus.

Incredibly, considering the humiliation I was feeling I came almost immediately and with no stimulation, my wrists still being tied. My semen spattered the carpet as the candle drilled in and out of my anus and I was barely aware of John's orgasmic cry as he too came, but deep inside Marie.

"You can lick your mess up now," Joe said contemptuously, while I was being released from the frame.

Marie was relaxing on the bed, glowing and radiant, while I knelt to do Joe's bidding. I licked tentatively and with disdain at the little blobs of semen on Joe's carpet, while my tormentors stood above me, jeering and laughing.

"Off you go home now then," Joe said, "but don't forget that George will be calling in here on his way from the pub. Probably have Jim in tow, keen to give Marie a good fucking, and we both know how eagerly your wife will spread her legs for two more cocks don't we."

And that was that. In considerable pain from my very inflamed buttocks and with a sense of having been violated by the candle, I drove home to the empty house.



Journal Extracts Ch. 16



SUNDAY, APRIL 5, 2009.

If what Joe says is true, today's events could have catastrophic consequences. Hopefully his words are a bluff designed to get under my skin; only time will tell.

Two fields separate Joe's farmhouse from the wood and Marie and I were expected to walk across them naked. My wife had been ordered to strip and leave her clothes at the house, mine of course being in the boot of the car as usual. At least Marie walked unencumbered, unlike me. I had to carry a bag containing baling twine and for some inexplicable reason, leather gauntlets. Fortunately, despite the early morning frost, it was a mild and sunny day.

At that point I had no idea what Joe had in mind, although I'm pretty sure Marie did because there was that air of barely suppressed excitement about her which I've come to recognise as a precursor to something out of the ordinary happening. I have to admit that the uncertainty added a certain frisson to my own excited state and I followed them across the fields fully erect as I eyed Marie's bottom, swaying sensuously as she walked, and with Joe's hand squeezing it from time to time.

However I still felt nervous despite the remote location of Joe's farm; there's always the chance of hikers or trespassers as Joe calls them, seeing us and before setting out I had remonstrated to him about being seen.

"Once they've had a good laugh at your little cock they'll take no further interest in you. As for your wife, over a hundred guys have fucked her so Marie's bodily charms are hardly a secret are they," he replied.

Eventually we reached the shelter of the woods and I thankfully slipped inside, now hopefully safe from prying eyes.

"This will do," Joe said, stopping beside a tree. 

Marie, now flushed with excitement, leaned back against the trunk and taking baling twine from the bag Joe tied her to it. Marie's wrists were tied together behind the trunk before her ankles were also secured. 

Taking my wife's breasts in his hands, Joe said, "Your completely helpless and at my mercy now. Does it excite you?"

Marie's voice sounded hoarse when she replied in the affirmative. Naturally I remained fully erect as I watched Joe sucking my wife's nipples, having pushed one hand roughly between her thighs.

"Your cunt's sopping, you're really up for this aren't you?" 

Marie nodded and he laughed before saying, "I'd better do something with the wimp first."

I then found out what the leather gauntlets were for. Pulling one of them on Joe seized a handful of stinging nettles before ordering me to touch my toes. There was no question of refusal despite a realisation of what he had in mind. Laughing, Joe began stroking my buttocks with the nettles. I gasped and then groaned, my flesh stinging, while the nettles were passed back and forth. However I did nothing to prevent the torment, Joe taunting me that I was putty in his hands.

I was then ordered to back up against a tree facing the one Marie was tied to, and from where she'd observed my torment with her usual amusement. My wrists were tied together behind the tree trunk. Next, my ankles were secured in a similar way, also behind the tree, so that my body sagged in a very uncomfortable manner. However, I revelled in my helplessness as Marie plainly did hers.

What happened next though was nearly a shock too far. Taking up the nettles Joe began stroking my penis and testicles with them! Instinctively pulling back to escape the nettles I found my tortured buttocks pressed to the rough bark. There was no escape and I howled as the stinging nettles were rubbed repeatedly over my genitals, my tormentor merely laughing.

"It's not as if you use your cock for anything other than pissing and wanking," he jeered, my wife joining in the laughter.

"Ah, right on cue," he said, suddenly throwing the nettles aside.

I'd been unaware of anything but the agony of the repeated strokes of the stinging nettles but now realised we had company. Two guys, both wearing balaclavas, appeared and began stripping off. Seeing Marie's excitement I guessed correctly that she'd been expecting something of the sort. 

Naked but for the balaclavas, the two men approached her and while one took my wife's breasts in his hands the other knelt to untie her ankles. Directly they were released Marie's legs sagged apart and the guy's fingers went to work. Then his face was between my wife's legs and the rough material of his balaclava rubbing against her inner thighs as he tongued her clitoris clearly stimulated her. In fact I don't think I've ever seen Marie brought to orgasm so quickly!

"Anonymous sex," Joe hissed in my ear. "Both these guys are going to fuck your wife without her knowing their identities. See how it excites her."

He was right; Marie's highly charged state was plain to see.

My stinging genitals and buttocks seemed as nothing, compared to the mental torment caused by his next words.

"Actually one of these guys knows you very well. He's a fellow Rotarian or Councillor but I won't tell you which."

"No!" I gasped.

"Oh yes," Joe hissed in my ear. "Next time you attend a council or rotary meeting take a good look round. One of the guys, at one of those meetings will have fucked your wife."

Despite the warm day and stinging genitals my body felt suddenly cold and I shivered as the full import of Joe's words became clear. If true it seemed that the hitherto well kept secret side of our life was in danger of coming out into the open. But there was more.

"The beauty of it is that this guy has fancied your wife while hating your guts for years, so he's really looking forward to giving it to her in front of you, and not just today. Mr. X, I think we'll call him, is going to become a regular participant in our little fun and games and is particularly looking forward to thrashing your backside."

The rest of the afternoon is a bit of a blur but both men fucked my wife while she was tied to the tree, Marie's high excitement as she was taken by the unknown guys apparent to us all. One of them had her for a second time, but on the ground just in front of me. The fact that directly he finished the balaclava clad guy reached up to squeeze my already tortured genitals leads me to think that he must be Mr. X, assuming Joe's words to be true that is.

Throughout it all my mind was in turmoil, not knowing whether to believe Joe or not. Is one of these guys known to me? If so in what capacity? 

I can't really decide if he was telling the truth or not but have convinced myself that it was probably just his way of adding more anguish to my already tortured body. 

Wishful thinking or what?

SATURDAY, APRIL 18, 2009.

Well, now I know that Joe was telling the truth in the woods two weeks ago. Mr. X must be a fellow Councillor. 

While Mr. X was having sex with Marie this afternoon, the sixth time since that fateful day and balaclava clad as usual, Joe told me some council news that could only have come from someone attending the recent meeting. The highly confidential nature of the information in Joe's possession convinces me that Mr. X is indeed a Councillor. A particularly agonizing piece of knowledge made worse by Joe forcing me to lick the guys penis clean after he'd fucked my wife.

WEDNESDAY, MAY 13, 2009.

Dropped Marie at Joe's before attending the council meeting I've been dreading. Mr. X will be there. Will I be able to work out which of the members he is? Even worse, will he perhaps say something?

LATER.

Well, the meeting passed without me being any the wiser about Mr. X's identity, although I can narrow it down to a shortlist of three or four, based on height, build and suchlike.

One of the four, Gerald has been a close friend for years, since childhood in fact when we were classmates at school, so I'm pretty sure I can rule him out.

The same with Max B, a member who's only lived in the area for about ten years and who I've never had much to do with. Also I'm fairly sure he's never met Marie. I only include him as a candidate because of his open dislike of me, a dislike which is mutual. Max B makes it very plain that he thinks I've only progressed on the council due to family connections, which is of course tommy rot.

Of the other two it could be either I suppose. There was certainly no indication tonight that one of them fucked my wife yesterday and will do so again tomorrow. If it wasn't for that confidential piece of information in Joe's possession I'd be inclined to disbelieve his assertions that Mr. X is known to me.

SATURDAY, MAY 16, 2009.

Another humiliating day at Joe's. Mr. X was there and for the first time administered the threatened spanking. It was of course Joe who gave all the orders, Mr. X maintaining his usual silence. The beating happened twice, once before and again after, he'd fucked my wife.

The first was over Mr. X's lap, Joe feeding me snippets of council news while the spanking was taking place, thus ensuring that I can be in no doubt that the guy is a fellow Councillor.

The second beating took place while I touched my toes and for that Mr. X used a belt, which of course was much more painful than his hand.

Afterwards I was ordered to kneel at Mr. X's feet and thank him, after first licking and kissing the guy's penis and balls. Fearful of our lifestyle becoming common knowledge I had no choice but to comply.

TUESDAY, JUNE 9, 2009.

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

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 10, 2009.

A revelation, shocking if true, at the council meeting tonight. As I sat down somewhat gingerly, Mr X having severely beaten my buttocks last night, Max B remarked that I seemed to be in some discomfort. I looked at him sharply and seeing his smirking face staring back at me went hot and cold. Surely my hated rival on the council couldn't be Mr X? 

No, his remark must be just an innocent coincidence.

FRIDAY, JUNE 12, 2009.

Well the shocking and alarming truth is that the loathsome Max B is indeed Mr X. Tonight he suddenly removed his balaclava saying it was much too hot. I groaned to find my suspicions of two days ago confirmed, Max B finding my obvious revulsion hilarious. Taunting me about the number of times he's fucked my wife, and about how much Marie enjoys it, the smirking Max B ordered me to suck his penis. Of course I had no choice but to comply and sucked the swine's penis while Joe fucked my wife in the background. 

Fortunately Marie had left the room by the time Max B ordered me to kiss his anus as a mark of my submission to him. Next, and to further stamp his authority, Max B climbed on to the bed and stretching out on his stomach ordered me to thoroughly lick his anus.

"Tan the wimps arse with your cane Joe if he slackens."

I hesitated; really loathe to carry out such a humiliating procedure on the detestable Max B.

"Do it," he barked. "I expect total servility and subservience from you; otherwise the council will get to hear how your wife likes to spend her time. Apparently she's had well over a hundred cocks inside her which I think our colleagues would find very interesting news."

There was a clear threat in his voice and knowing I had no choice but to do as he said I gingerly placed my hands on the hateful Max B's buttocks. Spreading them apart I ran my tongue down the crevice, initially avoiding his anus.

"I want to feel your tongue probing my bum hole. Do it," he snapped, Joe encouraging my obedience with a couple of sharp blows from the cane.

Feeling defeated and dejected I began licking his anus, Max B laughing triumphantly. I was forced to continue the humiliating procedure for what seemed an age, certainly a good ten minutes, with Max B jeering that I was his slave to do as he wanted with.

"You'll obey me one hundred percent, understood?" he said, eventually rolling over on to his back.

"Yes," I muttered reluctantly.

"Louder, and call me Sir," he barked.

"Yes Sir," I said feebly, the words coming out with reluctance.

"That's better. I've got you by the short and curlies so don't forget it," Max B told me, laughing triumphantly at my downcast expression.

Marie returning and seeing the loathsome creature stretched out on the bed, quickly bent to take his penis in her mouth.

"Your wife's more than happy with the situation as you can see," he grinned at me while Marie sucked on his penis, her fingers stroking his balls.

When she straddled him Max B snapped, "Take my cock and guide it inside your wife's lovely cunt."

Raging inwardly at my impotency to do anything but obey the detestable and odious Max, I gingerly took his penis in hand to guide it into my wife's vagina as she sank down on it with a happy sigh.

The smug bastard flashed me a triumphant smile before saying, "Take the wimp downstairs out the way Joe. Tan his arse with your belt again if you want, while I enjoy the services of his lovely wife."

Leading me from the room Joe said, "I'll leave the doors open so you can hear Marie's yells as Max fucks her."

And that's pretty much it for today. Bent over Joe's desk, howling as he lashed my buttocks with his belt, I could only listen to my wife's wild shouts with apprehension about the future.

SATURDAY, JUNE 20, 2009.

To Weymouth for a week's holiday. I drove while Marie and Max B relaxed in the back.

I must have been very naïve when booking the accommodation back in January, having deliberately chosen a one bedroom cottage thinking that being forced to share a bed might persuade Marie to resume marital relations. The plan has certainly backfired though because when Max B heard we were going away on holiday and Marie complaining about the bedroom arrangements, he decided to come with us.

"There's bound to be a sofa or something the wimp can use, failing which he can sleep on the floor, while we use the bed," he told her, my wife plainly delighted by the idea.

SUNDAY, JUNE 21, 2009.

Well the sofa's not too bad but it was a long time before I got off to sleep last night, kept awake by the noise of Max and Marie enjoying themselves in the room above.

The same noise woke me this morning but unlike last night I masturbated while listening to my wife's ecstatic yells.

TUESDAY, JUNE 23, 2009.

At least Max agreed to go along with my itinerary today. A drive to Corfe for a look at the castle, calling at something known as the Blue Pool on the way.

Well the Blue Pool turned out to be very picturesque with the light diffracting in the water to produce differing colours, turquoise or green, the reflection of the surrounding trees adding to the effect. I had plenty of time to study it as I spent about forty minutes sitting on a bench overlooking the pool while they went off through the trees looking for a secluded spot to make love. It was a hot and sunny day, the stillness disturbed only by occasional passers by, the rustling of small animals, and Marie's faint cries from wherever it was they were disporting themselves.

On their return Max handed my wife's knickers to me, with the comment that it wasn't worth her while putting them back on as he'll only have to take them off again later. For the rest of the day I carried Marie's knickers in my pocket, almost dropping them on the floor of the restaurant when paying for lunch!

On to Corfe Castle where they had no interest in walking up to it but disappeared into some bushes and trees nearby. Excellent views from the Castle and I'm glad I had the binoculars with me. However, while scanning the surrounding area I spotted Marie and Max, my attention caught by his humping backside. From the chuckles of people around me I wasn't the only person to have spotted the couple fucking in the trees, but at least they didn't know it was my wife we were watching.

Back at the cottage I remonstrated with them about making love in such a public place only for Max to say that what they did was nothing to do with me, Marie adding that she found it exciting to know people had seen them.

"You've clearly forgotten your place," Max said. "Down with your pants and over my lap with you."

I reluctantly did as he said and with Marie laughing as usual the loathsome Max proceeded to spank my bared buttocks. 

I've grown to love such humiliating punishment from other guys, but given my utter detestation of the odious Max B, my feelings have undergone something of a sea change and I squirmed in helpless rage while he spanked me.

THURSDAY, JUNE 25, 2009.

Today Max set the itinerary and it was to Cerne Abbas we went first. He wanted Marie to see the Cerne Giant carved on a hillside. I already know a bit about it from studying the area in advance of our holiday, as I always do. The Cerne Giant, also known as the Rude Man, is a chalk figure of a giant naked man carved on the side of a hill.

We viewed it first from the distance. It certainly is a spectacular carving and Max commented that even with Marie's love of a big cock, the giant's would bring tears to her eyes. Then we walked up to it for a closer inspection. Next Max led us to a belt of trees and bushes running below the carving and finding a spot between its feet told Marie he was going to fuck her from the back while she faced up the hill.

"You can look up at the giant's cock and imagine it drilling your cunt," he told her.

"Oh yes," she replied, eagerly slipping out of her knickers.

While Max dropped his trousers and underpants my wife knelt on the grass, skirt up around her waist, and I looked about nervously. We'd seen a number of sightseers and I was worried someone might spot what was going on, the trees affording little cover.

A sharp cry drew my eyes back down to where I saw Max kneeling at Marie's rear, his penis deep inside her. I just stood beside them, urging my wife to keep the noise down, as I watched his penis driving in and out of her. She took no notice however, her joyful cries ringing out as loudly as ever, and it wasn't long before they attracted an audience.

First a couple of young guys with rucksacks, then a guy who looked to be a farmer, and finally two more sightseers. Realizing he had an audience, Max paused in his exertions to tell them, "Marie here is this guy's wife. He likes to watch me fucking her. Isn't that right John?"

Not trusting myself to speak I just nodded and wanted to sink into the ground with embarrassment when the watchers laughed.

Gripping her hips Max resumed his thrusts, fucking my wife vigorously until he came, some of the watchers actually clapping! 

"Anyone else fancy a turn, she likes plenty of cock?" Max asked, standing.

The sightseers looked at one another uncertainly but with Marie maintaining her position and looking round hopefully the farmer, if such he was, quickly undid his trousers and pushed them along with his underpants half way down his thighs to kneel at her rear.

"Ah lovely!" Marie called when his penis drove into her.

He lasted much longer than Max fucking my wife steadily, her cries a sure indication of just how much she was enjoying it. 

"Joe's right about your wife. The whore doesn't even know the guys name. As long as she's got a cock inside her Marie doesn't care whose it is," Max told me.

By the time the farmer had finished the two guys with rucksacks had melted away, perhaps shocked by the proceedings. Not so the other two though and with Marie rolling onto her back, legs wide apart invitingly, they tore there clothes off. The first to be naked quickly mounted her and again Marie's ecstatic cry rang out as his penis drove into her.




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"Put your cock in her mouth to quieten the bitch down," Max urged and the second guy did just that.

My wife was clearly in her element, sucking one guy's penis while being fucked by the other.

However, the most disgusting event of a sordid encounter occurred soon after the second of the two young guys had fucked her.

"I'm desperate for a pee!" Marie exclaimed squatting down. 

Then, with skirt held clear and knees wide apart, my wife urinated into the ground, seemingly oblivious of her audience.

"Look at that, she's pissing like a dray horse," the farmer remarked as the torrent flowed noisily from Marie's body.

There was a round of applause from the three guys when she finished after which they went their separate ways.

It was only then that I discovered Max had been taking photos; having been too absorbed in the action to notice at the time. Holding his camera in front of me he scrolled through the pictures and I was horrified to see pictures of the two young guys in action with Marie, but even worse was the fact that I was visible on the periphery of some of them, watching avidly. Also included on his camera was a short film of my wife urinating. 

"If ever you consider disobeying me always remember I have these pictures," Max B said threateningly.

SATURDAY, JUNE 27, 2009.

Back home from probably the worst holiday I've ever had, all down to the repulsive Max B's presence. Marie however thoroughly enjoyed herself but I found it utterly demeaning to spend the week sleeping on the sofa while Max shared my wife's bed. He also made very clear our future roles in his scheme of things. My wife is now his mistress and will remain so for the foreseeable future. Any objections on my part and not only the council, but also the community at large, will be made aware of the situation.

"As far as you're concerned you'll continue to obey me in all things and I'll brook no argument. I'm going to punish, belittle and totally humiliate you, and there's not a thing you can do about it. I've always thought you a toffee-nosed, jumped up bastard and will enjoy bringing you down a peg or two, putting you in your place," he gloated.

Marie is perfectly happy with her role but I face the uncertain future with trepidation.



Journal Extracts Ch. 17



FRIDAY, JULY 3, 2009.

When Max B arrived at our house he told us that thanks to his contacts in the business he'd managed to book a hotel in Lesbos for the week after next.

"Plenty of sex and nude sunbathing," he told Marie.

"Oh lovely!" She exclaimed. "John always drags me off to dreary hotels or self catering places in this country to look at boring old castles."

"I thought initially we'd leave hubby here and go away on our own, so I haven't booked a room for him. I've since decided it will be useful to take him along to carry the bags and deal with all the boring bits, booking tables and transport etc. I'll find him some cheap backstreet place to doss in. We'll use the wimp as our servant."

Marie laughed as he picked her up and headed for the bedroom.

"Come up with us," he instructed. "Today you're going to lick my balls while I fuck your wife."

I've recently learned that it was through his role as General Manager of the old and historic Hind hotel in Wellingborough, that Max B first met, or rather saw, Marie. My wife had accompanied me, albeit reluctantly, to a Rotary club dinner which was being held in one of the function rooms; Marie's hates that sort of thing, hence her reluctance. Although I hadn't seen Max B that night, in fact I was hardly aware of his profession back then, he'd seen us, particularly Marie. He fancied her immediately, describing it as lust at first sight.

In the marital bedroom, a room I'm rarely permitted to enter these days, Max ordered me to strip and lay across the bed. While Marie knelt above me he pushed a pillow under my head, thus raising it. Staring up at my wife's vagina I had hopes that she might stimulate my penis with hand, or wonder of wonders, her mouth; hopes that were quickly dashed however.

"I don't suppose you want to suck hubby's cock while I'm fucking you?" Max asked.

"Ugh no. It would be like sucking a shrivelled up little slug!" Marie exclaimed disdainfully. "Can't we cover it up; it's quite off putting to think that years ago I had the horrible little thing inside me."

"Of course," Max laughed, clearly finding her comment hilarious. "He can wear your knickers."

They were both laughing then, as I pulled her lacy white knickers on, Marie's laughter increasing when Max said impulsively, "He can wear stockings and suspenders too."

I was embarrassingly erect while Marie enthusiastically fastened the suspenders, finishing off by dressing me in one of her bras.

"Great, now the wimp looks the sissy he is. I think we'll keep him in feminine clothes, at least in private. It clearly excites him," Max said, running his finger the short distance along the outline of my erection beneath Marie's knickers.

"Been some years since this cock's seen the inside of your wife's lovely cunt, hasn't it?" he taunted, having learnt a lot about us from Joe, and I nodded glumly.

"Right, back on the bed with you in the same position as before."

I resumed my position across the bed and this time when Marie knelt over me, Max took up a position standing at her rear. After fine tuning our respective positions he was ready. Stooping slightly, his balls squashed against my face, Max ordered me to lick and suck his penis, lubricating it ready for entry to my wife's vagina.

"Not that Marie's ever ready cunt needs any lubrication," he added.

With Max directing it downwards I licked all round the glans of his penis before accepting it reluctantly into my mouth, aware of the odious creatures gloating laugh as I did so. Despite Marie's obvious impatience he was in no hurry, merely stimulating her anal opening with a finger while pushing his penis slowly in and out of my mouth. It seemed, to me at least, that I was sucking the bastard's penis for an age before he suddenly straightened up a little and transferred it to my wife's vagina.

"Oh yes yes, lovely," she cried, pushing back against it.

I stared up experiencing both awe and envy as Max's penis was fully engulfed by Marie's vagina.

"Now get on and lick my balls, wimp," Max commanded, his penis beginning to drive in and out.

I hesitated and he reiterated his order, adding that he'd thrash my buttocks with the cane if I refused. Normally I'd relish a caning, I've grown to love the pain and humiliation involved, but as my buttocks are still very painful from last nights thrashing I don't really fancy another just yet.

So it was that while Max fucked my wife I licked his balls, not an easy task with them jiggling about. The stimulation clearly excited Max because he quickly came, pulling his penis from Marie's vagina as he did so and forcing it into my mouth.

That way we both received his semen, he said, although it seemed to me that I had the lions share. With the odious creatures penis filling my mouth I had no choice but to swallow the hot cream that spurted down my throat. After licking the last drop from his penis I was ordered to do likewise to my wife's vagina.

"Should be a treat for you," Max said. "You don't very often get that close to it."

"Do I have to put up with his tongue just there?" Marie complained.

"Just this once. Then I'll send him away while we settle down for a long session of fucking."

So it was that I licked the globules of semen and her own juices from in and around my wife's vagina, vaguely aware of Max telling her that he was going to make me wear knickers all the time in future.

The full import of his words were brought home to me later in the evening when, acting on his instructions, I had to assemble all my underpants and make a bonfire of them in the garden, having first doused the heap in petrol to ensure a swift conflagration to avoid annoying the neighbours. Every last pair of my underpants went up in smoke, Marie saw to that. 

"Good, your not worthy of male clothing, female underwear is more in your line. From now on it's knickers only for you and at council meetings I shall expect you to wear stockings and suspenders beneath your trousers," Max said.

"What if someone spots the outline of the suspenders?" I appealed but he merely laughed and said I'd have to be careful, wouldn't I.

"Remember, I shall check to make sure you're wearing them," Max added.

SUNDAY, JULY 12, 2009.

When we arrived at the Hotel Max and Marie went inside leaving me to follow with their luggage, the taxi remaining so as to take me on to my own, more downmarket, accommodation later. Two trips were needed before all their luggage was inside but of course my work didn't end there.

"My man will take our bags up if someone will show him the way," Max told the receptionist. "While we have a look round."

I picked a couple of the cases up again and a porter was about to do likewise with the other two when Max told him to leave them.

"My man can make two trips once you've shown him to our room."

With that he took Marie's hand but paused to say, "When you've unpacked our bags Perkins, join us in the bar and I'll give you your instructions for tomorrow. We won't need your services any more today so take the evening off."

"Very good Mr. Bayes," I replied, remembering to use the style of address he'd instructed but inwardly seething over his condescending manner towards me in public.

Having unpacked their things, developing the inevitable erection whilst handling my wife's underwear, I sought them out in the bar. They sat side by side in animated conversation, Max with his hand resting on Marie's thigh, and I automatically sat down next to them.

"What are you doing Perkins? Remain standing, don't forget you're my manservant," Max admonished me. "And don't look at my new wife like that," he added when I glanced at Marie.

"Sorry," I muttered standing up, embarrassingly aware of people listening to my reprimand.

"He's new to the job and still needs to learn his place," Max told them.

I hadn't been keen on them playing the role of recently married couple enjoying a belated honeymoon, and my annoyance increased when Max said, "You can go now. My wife and I will probably have an early night followed by a long lie-in in the morning so you needn't report for duty until mid-day."

He squeezed Marie's thigh and winked at the people at a nearby table.

"We all know what you'll be up to," a guy commented, provoking ribald laughter from the others, both Max and Marie joining in.

So it is that I'm writing up my Journal in the room Max booked for me in a rather rundown part of Molyvos. My room overlooks a yard containing bins overflowing with rubbish, the attendant smell drifting up to my window, and there's a cacophony of noise from the kitchen below. It's hot and I've stripped down to my undies, a brief pair of white knickers trimmed with black lace, one of the many pairs Marie has bought for me since Max introduced the ban on me wearing male underwear. I've brought a couple of books to read and there are some historic sights I'd like to see, if my duties allow that is, as I'm expected to be at Max's beck and call all week.

Now I'll have an early night having just masturbated while imagining the sort of things Max will be doing with my wife.

MONDAY, JULY 13, 2009.

Annoyingly, when I arrived at the hotel they'd already left and I experienced a particularly humiliating encounter with a guy I assume to be the manager. He clearly didn't know who I was and so the first humbling experience was introducing myself as Mr Bayes manservant.

"He instructed me to tell you that as they won't need your services today, you can take the day off and do whatever it is your sort does in your spare time," the rather pompous manager said dismissively.

Inwardly seething, not only about the way I'd been belittled but also annoyed that had I known sooner then I could have utilize the day more productively and arranged an excursion, I left the hotel. At least I was able to have a look at the Byzantine Castle which Marie certainly wouldn't have been interested in if we'd been here alone.

TUESDAY, JULY 14, 2009.

At least they were still there when I arrived at the hotel this morning, although my day turned out even more humiliating than yesterday.

It seems they spent yesterday soaking up the sun on a beach dedicated to nude, as well as clothed, sunbathing and that's where they were heading today. I was ordered to do some shopping before joining them there.

"You'll enjoy seeing Marie and the other women in the nude," Max told me.

After doing their shopping I popped back to my hotel and exchanged the pink knickers I wore under my shorts for bathing trunks before finding my way to the beach. They were both lying naked on a towel, Marie with her legs apart plainly enjoying the many admiring glances she received. Such behaviour would have been unthinkable six years ago, back in the days when she was shy and reserved.

"You might as well join us for a spot of sunbathing Perkins," Max said after inspecting the shopping.

Slipping out of my shorts and top I lay on the none to smooth sand, Max making it very clear that there was no room on their towel for me, and felt very conscious of my thin white body compared with the bronzed and muscular torso's surrounding us.

"Get those trunks off Perkins; no one else is wearing any."

I looked at him appealingly, embarrassed enough by my spindly body and certainly not keen to display my genitals.

"Come on Perkins; don't forget I'm your boss."

Having no choice I slipped out of my bathing trunks and quickly lay down hoping no one would notice the smallness of my genitalia in comparison to all the magnificent equipment on display. 

"Look everyone, my manservant's got the smallest cock in the UK." 

Inevitably though, Max drew their attention to my penis. "On your feet Perkins, walk about and let them all have a good laugh."

With my face on fire, and not from the sun, I walked amongst the sunbathers and my embarrassment deepened when I developed an erection at the sight of the naked females. 

Amidst the laughing I heard a female voice say, "My three year old son's got a bigger cock than his," setting off another loud burst of laughter.

Completing my circuit of the beach I noticed a smiling Marie move her legs wider apart in a deliberate tease. I found myself staring hungrily between them, even humiliating myself further by automatically dropping down on one knee for a better view.

"Don't tease the servant Marie and you Perkins; keep your eyes off my wife's cunt. It's not for the likes of you."

By this time most of the others had resumed their sunbathing activities and probably didn't notice me cringe at Max's proprietary use of Marie's marital status. I sank back on the sand glad to take up a less noticeable position, Max leaning over on his elbow to make one final whispered jibe. "I hear it's nearly six years since you last had the pleasure of Marie's cunt, is that right?"

"Yes," I groaned. 

Laughing, he said "I can have it whenever I want," gleefully rubbing salt into the wound by adding, "And I'll be having plenty this week and for years to come. Marie's your wife in name only; from now on she's mine and will be spending her nights in my bed."

When I accompanied them back to the hotel, burdened with all their equipment, Max told me I could take tomorrow off. 

"That's very magnanimous off you Mr Bayes," the manager commented on overhearing him.

"I like to give my staff a bit of free time, good for morale," Max beamed at him. "Anyway we fancy I spot of outdoor lovemaking don't we my love, so he'd just be in the way," Max squeezed Marie's bottom meaningfully.

"Yes," she giggled excitedly, the manager joining in Max's ribald laughter.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 15, 2009.

I've used the day well with a visit to the Petrified Forest and Sigri castle. The castle proved to be a Turkish fort built in the days of the Ottoman occupation. Not a great deal to see but the views from the battlements were stupendous.

The Petrified Forest was even more interesting, particularly the museum, so it was a day well spent.

LATER.

However, when I went to their hotel this evening Max admonished me for not being around. Reminding him that he'd given me the day off I protested to Max that he couldn't expect me to be at his beck and call.

"Why not, it's what you're paid for Perkins," he barked.

Well, I nearly exploded at that because of course he's not paying me a penny. In fact it's me who's paying for their hotel and my own grotty back street dump, plus all the bills incurred during the holiday. However I could hardly reveal the truth in the crowded bar, the humiliating truth that I'm actually the husband of the woman sharing his bed, as that would really show me up.

So it is that I hung my head and apologised through gritted teeth, Max plainly enjoying himself by belittling me in front of other people.

"Due to illness the hotels short staffed so I offered the manager your services, only to find you'd vanished," he reprimanded me sharply. "Now you're here go and see if your services are still required."

Having no choice but to do as he said I went in search of the manager and for the next couple of hours or so was given a succession of menial chores to do, the most humiliating of which was cleaning Max and Marie's room and changing the bed linen. 

It was while in their room that I did something of which I feel almost too ashamed to write in my Journal. Picking a pair of Max's soiled underpants up from beside the bed I impulsively slipped my shorts down, wrapped the underpants round my penis and masturbated, sniffing the crotch of a pair of my wife's knickers while doing so! It was an act I'm now deeply ashamed of and glad that neither of them will know about.

THURSDAY, JULY 16, 2009.

The manager, who I think is of Scottish origin, was again on duty in reception when I arrived at the hotel this morning, due presumably to the ongoing staff shortage. Anyway he seemed far less aloof today, which proved to be a bit embarrassing. After telling me that I was to join Mr and Mrs Bayes at a particular section of the beach, he went on to say, "Your boss has certainly got some stamina; apparently his new wife doesn't leave him alone. She wants it all the time," he winked.

"According to my staff, they're fucking morning noon and night, even more than most newly weds," he continued, adding as though in explanation, "the wife's very noisy while he's giving it to her."

I remained silent but his next words, had he have known it, did nothing to lessen my sense of humiliation.

"According to Mr Bayes his wife's first husband was useless in bed and only had a tiny little cock, so I suppose she's making up for lost time. She's certainly getting plenty this week."

Hopefully the manager put my glowing face down to the sun rather than the humiliation I was suffering listening to his belittling description of myself.

I experienced a certain amount of difficulty in finding them, the area of beach I'd been directed to being a bit remote. It didn't however take me long to realise why they'd chosen it. I didn't immediately see Max but Marie was lying on their beach towel flanked by a couple of naked men. Looking to be in her element my wife held a penis in each hand while the guys sucked her nipples. One of them ran his fingers through the luxuriant bush of Marie's pubic hair while the other probed her vagina.

There were a number of people scattered about watching, amongst who I now saw Max, chatting to a couple of women I discovered to be the guys wife's.

"Ah Perkins, I hope you've brought the things I ordered."

"Yes sir," I replied deferentially, handing him the bag.

"Good, you can go now. This part of the beach is adults only."

"Aw Max, let him stay. I want another look at his cute little dick," one of the women, plainly Americans, drawled.

"You heard the lady Perkins, get your kit off."

Again I had to face laughter and ridicule when my manhood was revealed, Max plainly enjoying my humiliation at the hands of his new friends.

"You can stay and maybe play with your little boys cock while watching us adults enjoying ourselves," he said in a condescending tone, grinning complacently as well he might, with one of the women now licking the end of his penis while the other did likewise to his balls.

However, I turned my attention back to their husbands, one of who had his face between Marie's thighs while she sucked the others penis.

"I'm going in!" the one performing cunnilingus suddenly exclaimed. "Turn her over."

On her tummy Marie raised her buttocks eagerly as the guy directed his very erect penis between her thighs. It was an incredibly arousing sight and we all watched closely as with his hands bearing down on my wife's shoulders, her rump high in the air, the guy fucked her lustily. 

He was good at it, drawing back until it looked as if his penis must slip out, only to drive in again at the last minute. Several people where taking pictures, including Max, while I could only kneel on the sand watching in awe and envy, the guys penis drilling in and out of my wife's body. It was a very erotic and athletic performance which drew a worthy round of applause on completion.

Marie turned over on to her back, smiling up at the guy who had just fucked her, before turning her attention to the second guy who had stood patiently waiting. 

"Come on then," my randy wife said, spreading her legs invitingly.

On top of her in a flash, his buttocks rose and hung there momentarily before sinking down, drawing a joyous shout from Marie.

"Go on Todd, really give it to her," one of the women, his wife, shouted as the second guy began fucking Marie.

And he did. Urged on by his audience the guy's buttocks pounded up and down between my wife's thighs at an awesome speed, Marie's piercing shrieks and yells delighting the two American women.




Journal Extracts Ch. 17



"Your little lady will certainly know she's been screwed by the time my Todd's finished with her Max," the guy's wife boasted, evidently proud of her husband's prowess as well she might be, Marie's wild and piercing shrieks continuing to ring out as he fucked her.

"I don't think you'll have any cause for complaint either," Max told the woman, swiftly mounting her.

Her own cry rang out then as Max's penis drove into her. 

"Looks like you're the only one going without Perkins, still that's nothing new is it?" the gloating Max said, grinning at me.

I could feel nothing but envy as I watched Max fucking one woman while the other stroked his buttocks and balls. In fact my head must have been swivelling back and forth as though following the ball at a tennis match as I alternated my attention between Max with the two women, and Todd who continued to fuck my wife vigorously.

Inevitably I masturbated, despite or perhaps even because of, the contempt and ridicule of some of those present. However there was an unexpected bonus. Maybe she took pity on me, I thought, when suddenly a large busted female in her late fifties or early sixties pushed me on to my back saying, "Let me do that."

Taking my erection in her hand the woman masturbated it rapidly and then, wonder of wonders, took it into her mouth! It was incredible. My penis was being sucked for the first time in years and not only that but she also played with my balls. Not surprisingly I came all too soon.

I was still trying to come to terms with what I thought my good fortune when I saw the woman approach Max and say something to him which sounded like, "Easy money."

It was only when she'd gone that I discovered the woman was an ageing prostitute who Max, through the hotel manager, had paid to give me hand relief. Although of course it was I who really paid as it was added to the bill.

"Think yourself lucky she went down on you, she was only paid to use her hand," Max told me.

Seeing my shocked expression Max said contemptuously, "You can't imagine any woman being interested in your pathetically small cock can you? Marie was certainly glad to see the back of it. You must realize by now that you'll never have sex with your lovely little wife again. That pleasures all mine, plus the other guys I'll introduce her too, thus making sure Marie gets the large amount of cock she deserves and needs."

He laughed to see my crestfallen expression.

(I was to see little of them during the remainder of the holiday, most of my time being spent working at the hotel.)



Journal Extracts Ch. 18



WEDNESDAY, JULY 22, 2009.

Tonight's council meeting will be the first I've attended wearing knickers, stockings and suspenders. There's no way I can avoid wearing them because Max said he intends to check and woe betide me if he finds I'm not. I've donned a pair of trousers which are hopefully loose enough not to reveal the suspenders beneath, and long socks to conceal my stockings.

LATER.

Well the meeting certainly proved to be a nerve-racking affair. To start with I was met at the entrance of the community centre by Max who took me round the side of the building and ordered me to drop my trousers so he could check that I wasn't wearing the proscribed underpants. Hoping no one else would appear I lowered my trousers, revealing the pink knickers and stocking tops. Max's triumphant laugh rang out and I begged him to be quiet, someone might wonder what the noise was and come to investigate.

"I don't have a problem with that," he grinned. "You're the one wearing women's underwear. I don't care if the world knows your wife's my mistress and prefers my bed to yours."

Throughout the meeting I had to tolerate his smirking face opposite but at least my slight tan went unnoticed, unlike his much deeper one. My service at the hotel had kept me out of the sun quite a lot which was fortunate as it might have proved difficult to explain the coincidence if we'd both turned up with similar tans.

The meeting over I was glad to escape but the nerve-racking evening wasn't over yet. As we left Max said in a voice which was none to quiet, "I must hurry home, your wife will be waiting impatiently in my bed."

Again I looked about nervously but fortunately I don't think there was anyone close enough to overhear.

Seeing my nervousness Max hissed, "Perhaps I ought to call a couple of our fellow Councillors over and tell them how much your wife likes my cock."

"No, no," I begged in a whisper.

"Well never forget you're in my power," Max gloated, and went on his way laughing jubilantly.

FRIDAY, JULY 24, 2009.

I drove to Max's flat after work to find out when Marie would be returning, both to our house and the office, as I haven't seen her since the holiday.

"What do you want?" Max asked brusquely on answering the door.

I explained the reason for my unsolicited visit and he ushered me inside where I was ordered to drop my trousers. Unfortunately, in my haste I'd forgotten I was wearing normal underpants, having secretly bought some to wear whenever I was away from Max.

"What, disobeying my orders!" Max snapped, when I reluctantly lowered my trousers.

Telling me to remove the offending underpants Max ordered me to bend over a chair back, unbuckling his belt and removing it to leave me in no doubt as to his intention. 

I hesitated and to my annoyance it was Marie who snapped, "Come on do as Max says, don't forget he's your master."

"Well said," commented Max. "Once I've taught the wimp his place he can clean the flat while we go for a meal. Take some money from his wallet, he can pay for it."

While he lashed my buttocks with his belt Marie went to freshen up but no doubt heard my howls of pain and frustration. It is so galling having no choice but to submit to the hateful Max.

Once they'd gone I settled down to my cleaning chores, naked having been ordered to strip whereupon Max locked my clothes in a cupboard. Doing his bedroom was the worst, seeing the nude photos of my wife adorning the walls and bedside cabinets and knowing she's been sharing his bed ever since our return from Lesbos.

When they returned I was reading the paper.

"Taking it easy Perkins, I hope you've done a good job of the cleaning," Max said, adopting the tone he used in Lesbos.

Running her finger along a shelf, Marie said, "He's not done a very good job of dusting."

"I haven't done in here yet," I snapped back peevishly.

"Don't talk to the lady like that. Who do you think you are? Apologise," Max admonished.

"Sorry," I muttered through gritted teeth "Teach John another lesson darling but don't be long. I'll go and get undressed."

This time it was to be a spanking over his lap and as I reluctantly took up the position Max told me I was lucky, he'd only give me six or seven as Marie would be waiting impatiently for him.

"Your wife's addicted to cock and wants fucking constantly. Lucky me," Max commented before spanking my already sore buttocks.

"When you've finished cleaning this room you can piss off home."

Well I was in no hurry to go and took my time with the cleaning. If the truth was known I was actually enjoying the sounds of passionate lovemaking emanating from the next room, despite feelings of loathing for the guy giving my wife so much pleasure.

Anyway by the time it had gone quiet I'd finished and was about to leave when a very hot and sweaty looking Max reappeared.

"What, still here Perkins! You're a slow worker."

Mumbling that I was just leaving I headed for the door.

"Wait, there's something I forgot to tell you. First kneel at my feet," Max said.

Reluctantly I took up the subservient position, Max standing legs apart, hands on hips grinning down at me.

"From Monday your wife will be working for me so you'll need to employ someone else as general dogsbody. You'll have to pay more than the peanuts you've been giving her."

"Now hang on a minute," I protested. "It's a family business and Marie has always been happy to help out."

"Tough. She fancies something more exciting."

"Doing what?"

"Marie is going to be my PA," Max told me.

"What's that entail?" I asked sceptically.

"It will be a varied role filling in where needed, such as reception. I hardly need tell you Marie looks very fetching in her short-skirted dark suit. I frequently get asked about the red light district by businessmen looking for a bit of fun away from home so she'll be able to make some money by opening her legs for them, which is after all your wife's favourite activity."

Brushing aside my protests Max said, "You need reminding of your position. Take my cock in your mouth."

I had no choice but to do as he said, feeling belittled by the guy towering over me.

"Can you taste your wife's cunt on my cock?"

I just nodded my mouth full of penis.

"Clear off now you ridiculous little man," Max said pulling his penis from my mouth and dismissing me with a wave of his hand.

"As you've made me hard I shall have to go and fuck your wife again. Lock the door on your way out."

FRIDAY, AUGUST 7, 2009.

On arrival at the hotel I found Marie behind the desk in reception. I carried on through and up the main staircase to room fifteen where I knocked on the door as per instruction. Entering when a voice bade me to I found a large burly guy with a pugnacious face, reclining on the bed in nothing but his underpants, the odious Max sitting nearby.

"This is Marie's wimp of a husband and mine to command," Max grinned, introducing me to the large guy on the bed.

He turned out to be the Head Chef and while I was pondering what was going on Marie burst into the room. The Head Chef, alighting from the bed with surprising speed for one of his size, greeted her with a kiss before saying, "You're a lucky girl to possess such a compliant husband."

Smiling at me he patted my wife's bottom and I didn't miss the eager way she slipped a hand inside his underpants. I smiled grimly back, thinking I was far from being the compliant husband at the beginning or now, having no choice but to sit back and tolerate my wife's affairs; only reluctantly admitting to myself a developing predilection for voyeurism, coupled with a hitherto unknown masochistic streak. Marie on the other hand had grown into her promiscuous lifestyle with ease.

When Max put some music on Marie began a slow and sensual dance, the Head Chef returning to his position on the bed to watch. Marie slowly peeled her clothes off as she danced, continuing to move very seductively to the music. 

I've rarely seen my wife in tan coloured stockings, Marie favouring black, but she wore them today as part of her work wear of dark suit over white top, the outfit a particularly arousing one.

Down to her underwear of black bra, black knickers with lacy white trim and matching suspender belt with the aforementioned tan stockings, my wife danced sensually across the room to Max. After kissing him she spun round inviting him to remove her bra.

"Glad to oblige," he grinned at me while effortlessly removing my wife's bra. "Long time since you've done that, I bet."

Marie leaned back against Max, enjoying the feel of his hands on her breasts, the Head Chef watching intently.

"I think Barry ought to have the privilege of taking your wife's knickers off as he's the one who will be fucking her," Max told me.

In response Marie danced her way across to the bed and catching the big man by surprise yanked the underpants down his thighs.

"Hmm, lovely," she murmured, bending to kiss the tip of his erection.

Straightening up she stood beside the bed smiling at the guy while he in turn yanked her knickers down. Marie completed the task of their removal herself before continuing her very sensual dance, but now clad in only the sexy tan stockings and suspender belt. 

"Perkins, take Barry's underpants all the way off for him but mind you don't block his view of the stripper," Max ordered.

Both men laughed as I automatically carried out the demeaning task while trying not to loose sight of Marie's sexy dance.

"Your wife's a natural born stripper," Max commented when I rejoined him by the door.

Marie certainly displayed remarkable aptitude for her role and I imagine we were all erect as we watched. At least I know I was and of course the Head Chef's excited state was plain to see. In fact Marie could hardly take her eyes off the guy's rather fat erection as she continued her erotic dance. Her body was turning now, rotating in the same place, but with hips swaying sensuously. At the foot of the bed then, facing Barry my wife was thrusting her pelvis and simulating intercourse "I thought I'd give you a treat by letting you watch your wife's striptease routine. I can enjoy it anytime," Max boasted.

It was indeed a very sexy and erotic dance, the sight of my wife's lithe and lissom body really turned me on and I automatically rubbed the front of my trousers, much to Max's amusement.

Switching the music off abruptly Marie leaned over to run her tongue round the tip of the Head Chef's penis, his hand quickly delving between her thighs. I groaned and Max laughed as we watched, me with a morbid compulsion to miss nothing, as my wife licked and sucked Barry's balls before taking his penis deep into her mouth. Marie's bottom wriggled sensuously as he fingered her.

Suddenly the Head Chef tumbled her on to the bed where she lay back spreading her legs eagerly. Max propelled me to the foot of it where we both stared at my wife's very wet looking vulva.

"Lots of guys have been in there, eh Perkins?"

I groaned but compulsively freed my erection. Despite seeing the look of contempt on Barry's face I masturbated frantically while from the side of the bed he again presented his penis to her lips.

"That's right toss yourself off Perkins and always remember that the cunt your looking at and lusting after is mine for the asking," Max taunted.

I knew Barry was still watching me, the same contemptuous smile on his face, but continued to masturbate while watching Marie sucking his penis.

"What a prat," the Head Chef jeered when I came in my hand. "Just standing there wanking off while your wife sucks another guys cock." "Too right, he's pathetic isn't he?" "Yea pathetic is the word, the wimp's a pathetic little prick."

"Good description Barry. Drop your trousers and show him what you wear underneath Perkins,"

"Must I?"

Of course it was a pointless appeal, Max merely telling me to get on with it and not quibble. With great reluctance, imagining Barry's response, I slowly undid and lowered my trousers. As anticipated the Head Chef roared with laughter when he saw the pale blue knickers, stockings and suspenders concealed beneath them.

"See what a sissy boy he is," Max jeered.

"But you make me wear them," I protested.

"Stop complaining and strip to your undies Perkins, I've got a bra and high heels for you to wear."

Undressing down to the knickers, stockings and suspenders I then had to don the bra and high heeled shoes Max produced before being told to stand in the corner.

"You can watch real men giving your wife what she needs."

Max, already shedding his clothes when Barry buried his face between Marie's thighs, quickly presented his penis to her lips.

"After he's fucked your wife," Max told me, "Barry's going to have your little panties down and leather your backside. While he's doing that you'll be able to hear Marie's happy shouts as I give her what for."

With her legs flung wide and Barry's tongue doing its work between them Marie was in her element, her squeals of joy muffled by Max's penis in her mouth. However she removed it to give vent to her pleasure when Barry brought her to a very noisy orgasm.

"You were right, she does like a finger up her bum hole," Barry said to Max, raising a couple of digits.

"Your wife likes a cock up there as well doesn't she Perkins?" Max leered at me. "I've bum fucked the tart more than a dozen times. Of course the wimp never has Barry but you'll be able to spread her arse cheeks and drill her tight little hole whenever you want."

My wife seemed surprisingly unconcerned by Max's derogatory description of her as a slut they could do as they wanted with, merely shouting her joy when the Head Chef heaved his bulk on to her. The shout was repeated, louder and wilder, when the big man's penis drove into her.

"A very familiar sight, eh Perkins?" Max jeered as we watched Barry's buttocks humping up and down between my wife's thighs, Marie's ecstatic cries continuing to ring out with every thrust of his big fat penis into her.

A little later I had no choice but to drape myself over Barry's knee while Max joined Marie on the bed. Initially they lay side by side watching as the Head Chef, having pulled my lacy panties down, began spanking me. Next I found out why the broad bladed spatula was in the room when he began beating my already stinging bottom with it.

"That's right Barry, show the wimp no mercy," Max shouted his encouragement. "Has for you Perkins, when Barry's finished you can fuck off home. Come back to the hotel about midday tomorrow, you're going to clean the cellars for me. Now I'm going to drill your pretty little wife's cunt with my cock again while Barry whacks your arse."

While Marie's cries of joy rang out the Head Chef continued to beat my buttocks with his spatula, a particularly painful implement and one I hope I won't have to face again.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 8, 2009.

The first event of a humiliating day occurred when I arrived at the hotel and found a girl on reception I haven't seen before. I explained that I was due to meet the General Manager, Max having briefed me about always using his full title, and she rang his office.

"The cleaners here to do the cellar, Mr Bayes," she spoke into it, and I inwardly cringed at her description of me.

Max soon appeared with Marie in tow and led the way to the cellars. I followed them down the winding stones steps and through a cellar which was in use and relatively clean and tidy. After that it was all downhill though. Beyond a steel door the extensive cellars, linked by passageways, were dusty and litter strewn with either bare brick and stonework, or paint peeling from the walls.

"Right Perkins, I want this place cleaned up. While giving your wife a tour of the hotel I brought her down to the cellars and she likes the idea of sex sessions in here. First though, it needs a good clean so strip to your undies and get started."

I just stripped off, there was no point in arguing, but felt alarmed to see Max collecting my clothes to take them away.

"Don't worry," he grinned. "I'll lock the door so no one will see you in your feminine undies."

With that they'd gone leaving me standing there a little bemused, clad in stockings and suspenders, pink knickers and bra. At least I had flat shoes on rather than the high heels Max frequently makes me wear.

It was a long and dirty job cleaning the passages and rooms leading off them, but eventually I'd finished. Locked in though I had to wait for Max to let me out and sat on a wooden crate as the time went slowly by. I say slowly but had no real idea of the time, Max having taken my watch. With no toilet facilities in the cellars and no means of escape I had no choice but to relieve myself occasionally in an old battered tin bucket. 

By the time I heard the key turning in the lock I was bored and hungry. The steel door swung open with an eerie groan and they came in.

"Look at the state of him, he's filthy!" Marie exclaimed.

"Good job we didn't do the cleaning ourselves," Max replied and they laughed. "What's that?" he pointed to the bucket of urine.

After I explained the need to relieve myself a couple of times, Max said, "Goes to prove you didn't move this slab while cleaning."

He moved it aside to reveal a drain and told me to kneel over it. Picking the bucket up he'd tipped the contents over my head before I realised what was going on. The urine ran down my face and body before gurgling down the drain. I shivered with revulsion and Max said, "Gone cold as it. You need warming up with some fresh stuff."

So saying he unzipped and produced his penis.

Well of course I knew what was coming but did nothing to evade the stream of urine which Max directed at me. Marie was laughing excitedly while her lovers pee ran down my face and chest. At least it was warm this time but I felt totally degraded and humiliated by the detestable guy as she egged him on. The stream abating, Max forced his penis into my mouth and the final drops of urine trickled down my throat while he laughed triumphantly.

They were gone, leaving me to wash the bucket out and hose the stone floor down using the short length of hose pipe attached to a tap on the wall. I hosed myself down in the process but then had to wait until my body dried before dressing, having nothing to dry myself with.

Back in reception I told the receptionist, a different one by this time, that I'd cleaned the cellars and was going, dreading bumping into Max and seeing his gloating and hateful face. However, the receptionist told me she'd been instructed to send me to the general manager's office where I'd be paid. Following her directions I found myself outside Max's office and knocked on the door, knowing he'd expect it.

"Who is it?"

"Perkins," I replied, also knowing he'd expect me to use his own mode of address for me. "The receptionist said you wanted to see me before I left."

"Come," his voice called and I entered the office.

Max sat at his desk with my wife perched on his lap, casually stroking her thighs.

"Strand in the corner," he barked and I duly did so.

"Did the receptionist tell you what I wanted you for Perkins?"

"To be paid," I told him sceptically.

"That's right. Drop your trousers and bend over my desk, the payment's a caning."

Marie laughed at my downcast expression but I did as Max said.

"I think we'd better muffle his screams, don't want to disturb the guests," Max said.

He quickly slipped out of his trousers and to my horror forced his underpants into my mouth as a gag, securing them in place with my own tie.

They stood back to admire his handiwork, both laughing at what must have been my strained expression of disgust to have odious creatures underpants forced into my mouth.

"Six of the best, I think," Max picked up the cane.




Journal Extracts Ch. 18



"Oh no make it twelve," my wife urged, "and then I want your lovely big cock again."

Marie was staring with undisguised lust at Max's penis and his laugh had a triumphant ring to it as he began caning my bared buttocks.

"You're completely in my power and I'm going to take full advantage of the fact," Max jeered, pausing in his exertions. "You'll remain my servant, obeying me in everything, while your wife continues to share my bed rather than yours. Is that understood?"  

Unable to speak I merely nodded my assent while seething inside about the helplessness of my position. To be forced into such a servile position by one of the few people in the world who I feel total hatred and detestation for, is both humiliating and degrading.

"Good, now clear off and keep out of my sight until summoned," Max said, delivering a last painful whack to my backside.

Pulling my trousers up, well aware that Marie was kneeling at Max's feet lovingly licking his balls, I turned to go.

"Room twenty nine this time," Max told Marie, explaining to me, "Your wife wants me to fuck her in every room of the hotel, including conference rooms and cellars, so I'm going to be kept busy."

I left the hotel trying to hide my involuntary grimace of pain from the receptionist and went home feeling drained and belittled by the revolting Max. Compulsively though, directly I reached the privacy of my bedroom I masturbated twice, humiliatingly while reliving the sordid experiences at the hotel. 



Journal Extracts Ch. 19



FRIDAY, OCTOBER 9, 2009.

By this time I'm used to being given orders at the hotel by both Max and Marie, staff members assuming I'm just casual labour employed from time to time. Occasionally some of the staff discuss the relationship of Max to his PA in my hearing, which I find galling. However it would be even more humiliating if they knew the true situation. What does seem to be common knowledge throughout the hotel is that Marie is Max's mistress and they regular have sex in any room which happens to be unoccupied, a young porter confiding one day how he likes to stand outside the room in question and listen to Max's PA squealing and moaning while he does things to her.

"You can join me if your about next time," the porter said, not knowing I've heard such sounds many times and prompted by many different guys over the last few years.

This evening when I arrived the receptionist, Carol, told me to take a seat as the General Manager was busy. He'd be along later to tell me what wanted doing. I think it amuses Max to keep me waiting in reception, presumably a demonstration of his power. Whatever his reason I certainly find it demeaning to sit there until he deigns to appear. Marie sometimes passes through reception while I'm waiting, barely giving me a second glance.

Tonight though I'd only been waiting a few minutes when Max came out from the back office. He invariably talks down to me in front of the staff and I cringed inwardly when he said to Carol, "I'll be back to sort that paperwork out directly I've given this chap his orders. Follow me Perkins and look sharp, I haven't got all night."

Max grinned to see the way I jumped to my feet and then led the way up the main staircase. As we approached one of the rooms the door opened and my wife came out looking a little flushed.

"How was it?" Max asked her.

"Not bad. He spanked me which was nice."

"What about his cock, a big one?"

"About average, but he knew how to use it," Marie smiled in remembrance.

"Bigger than your husbands though, I'll be bound."

"Obviously. Everybody's cock is bigger than John's pathetic little thing," my wife replied scornfully.

Checking both ways along the corridor Max quickly lifted Marie's skirt.

"You didn't put your knickers back on," he commented, lowering it again.

"No point I've got to be at room six in ten minutes," she replied, checking her watch.

"Good girl," Max patted her bottom to send her on her way.

"Your wife's cunt is a little gold mine," Max told me. "The guy in six will be her third client today."

He laughed at my expression before saying, "I don't suppose you see much of your wife these days, do you Perkins? Didn't know she's regularly opening her legs for hotel guests."

True enough, it must be over two month's since I've had a proper conversation with Marie now she's living with Max.

"I'm fucking your wife a couple of times a day but the randy bitch still wants more, even with Barry giving it to her regularly as well, so she's now working as a prostitute. Your wife's a bloody good fuck but I wonder how our council colleagues would react if they knew you were married to a whore," Max said, adding threateningly, "It wouldn't do your future prospects a lot of good, would it?"

His words sent shivers down my spine but I said nothing. Max laughed as he led me into the smaller of the function rooms.

"There's a small private dinner party in here next month for some of the Directors and you'll be concealed in the Priest's Hole throughout," Max told me, pressing a concealed mechanism to open a panel in the wall.

Actually it was interesting to see the small, normally concealed alcove, dating I believe from the time of Cromwell, and I needed no urging to step inside. On Max joining me he touched another unseen mechanism and the door closed. It was a little claustrophobic in the confined space with barely enough room for the two of us and too dark to see much of the interior. I was beginning to wonder what would be the point of me being shut in here during the party when he opened the hitherto unnoticed spy hole.

"The Managing Director will be present and having seen Marie about the place and told me how much he fancies her I've promised to use her as their waitress for the evening. I've also told my boss that I know for a fact Marie's husband doesn't satisfy her and if he hangs back after the meal there's every chance of her succumbing to his charms. Should do my promotion prospects the world of good. You'll be cooped up in here watching while the guy seduces your wife. She knows what's expected, although not that you'll be watching, and will offer only token resistance, if any, to his overtures." 

So, that was what it was all about.

Leaving the function room Max told me he had a little job for me; a store room needed cleaning out, usually the porters job, but he was to busy.

"I might as well make use of my unpaid lackey," Max grinned.

Pausing in our walk along the corridor he said, "Your wife's enjoying herself if your not, as she always does when she's got a cock inside her."

We could clearly hear Marie's lusty cries emanating from the room we were outside, room six I noticed.

"Nice to hear someone enjoying their work," he added, my wife's cries intensifying and now mixed with masculine grunts and pounding bedsprings.

We stood listening for a minute or two before Max, pointing at my crotch, said, "I bet you've got a hard on but it's difficult to tell with your little cock."

I nodded and he laughed before telling me to get it out. I looked about nervously but compulsively did as Max said. Then, as if I needed to abase myself still further in front of the vile Max, I began masturbating. I just stood there pumping away with my hand while listening to Marie's cries of joy ringing out from the room where an unknown guy was fucking her. If anything the danger of being caught in such an humiliating activity added to my excitement.

"Sounds as if he's getting his money's worth," Max commented, Marie's cries reaching a crescendo, and I came, his words reminding me that nowadays my wife is little more than a common prostitute.

Flushed and feeling not a little shattered by what I had just done in front of the smug and gloating Max, I stumbled after him along the corridor.

My work in the store room consisted in removing the chairs and tables before giving it a thorough clean. Afterwards I had to restack all the furniture back inside, the work taking well over an hour.

Having been instructed to report to reception when finished I duly did so. Miss Walker, the senior receptionist was on duty by this time, and as she's only just returned from a protracted break and therefore doesn't know me I had the humbling task of introducing myself as Max's handyman.

"Ah right, you must be Perkins. I don't think it's appropriate for you to use Mr Bayes Christian name though. Surname, or better still refer to him as the General Manager in future," she said officiously. "Both Mr Bayes and his PA have left now but he instructed me to give you this envelope, presumably your payment, and asked me to tell you to report to his house at ten-thirty prompt tomorrow morning where he's a job for you."

Handing me the envelope Miss Walker added disdainfully, "Don't be late mind; apparently you're a bit of a slacker Perkins."

She turned away evidently thinking any further communication with a mere odd job man beneath her dignity.

Fortunately I was feeling too belittled at my treatment by the pretentious Miss Walker to be curious about the envelope and didn't open it until I reached my car. Just as well because it contained a series of photographs of Marie, mostly posing on or beside Max's desk, but including one of her sucking Barry's penis.

At home I spread the pictures out for a proper look and felt really turned on by her erotic poses. In most of the pictures Marie wore her smart business suit, skirt high up her thighs as she perched or lolled on Max's desk, but in one she was naked but for tan stockings and suspender belt. Inevitably I released my erection but had only just begun masturbating when the phone rang. I wouldn't have answered but Max's number was displayed and he'd probably know I was home by now.

"Checking out the pics, Perkins?" he asked directly I picked the phone up.

When I answered in the affirmative Max went on to tell me that they're copies of the photos he shows to any hotel guest who he thinks might be interested, telling them she's a prostitute. 

"Bait for prospective clients," he went on. "I'm making good money out of your wife's willingness, or perhaps I should say eagerness, to open her legs for anything in trousers. It really excites Marie to knock on a door knowing she's about to have sex with the unknown guy inside and cater for whatever tastes he might have. There's a sliding scale of charges, anal intercourse costing the most."

Well, despite knowing from the earlier conversation that Max is using Marie in this way, I still felt shocked to hear the details put so bluntly.

"So, have you got an hard on looking at the pics?" 

"Yes," I croaked. 

"Toss yourself off then."

It was humiliating but I did just that, looking at the pictures and masturbating with one hand while his jeers came down the phone.

"That didn't take long," he laughed, knowing from my gasps I'd come in my hand, surprisingly quickly considering it had only been two or three hours since I'd humiliated myself outside room six.

"What about becoming a client yourself?" Max said.

I listened numbly as the voice over the phone said that for one hundred pounds he'd arrange a session for me, commenting that they usually charged sixty for full sex but I was a special case.

"Marie won't know who's in the room until she enters by which time it will be too late to back out. You'll be a paying customer and she's honour bound to fulfil her duty even if she finds the client a bit ugly or off-putting."

My voice was almost a whisper as I agreed, incredibly erect again at the prospect of having sex with Marie after all these years of going without. The loud bellow of laughter coming down the phone sobered me up a little and I contemplated the humiliation of paying to have sex with my own wife, to be nothing more than one of her clients. And the worst aspect of all is the fact that it's Max who will be taking the bulk of the money, Marie receiving just five pounds per client so he tells me. "Of course the slut would do it for nothing really," he added.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2009.

So it's come to this. Earlier this evening I found myself in room nine having paid Max the required hundred pounds. He'd deliberately made me wait, taunting me that Marie was far to busy with clients to fit me in before today, but now at last I was stretched out naked on the hotel bed and wondering what her reaction would be when she found me there. Inevitably I was erect as the appointed time approached, despite the gloating Max having told me that my wife had two clients ahead of me so she might be running a bit late.

When the knock on the door came my voice sounded hoarse as I called for her to come in.

"Oh God, not him!" Marie exclaimed directly she saw me on the bed.

"A paying customer," Max commented, following her into the room.

"I wondered why you insisted on coming with me for once. You knew I'd back out when I found who it was; surely you don't expect me to take that thing inside do you?" Marie pointed disdainfully at my erection.

"Why not, it's not as if you'll feel Perkin's tiny little cock inside you and I bet he won't last long. It'll be easy money. Anyway put on the usual show for him first and we'll take it from there."

The 'usual show' proved to be a striptease, something Marie displays great aptitude for. Not on this occasion though. It was galling to see the reluctant way my wife undressed, particularly when I knew how enthusiastically she'd have stripped for a complete stranger. However I stroked my erection while she divested herself of clothing, until Marie exclaimed, "I don't have to put up with seeing that, cover the horrible little worm up."

Laughing Max draped a tissue over my erection.

"See, it doesn't take much to hide his cock."

Marie joined in his laughter while unclipping her bra. Irritatingly it was Max who removed it, leering at me while giving her breasts a quick feel.

I no longer stimulated my erection not wanting to risk a premature discharge, as she continued her striptease. Eventually she was reduced to just her stockings, black ones today, and suspender belt.

"Here put these on before Marie does a dance for you," Max commanded, tossing her discarded knickers on to my tummy.

I pulled the tight black knickers over my genitals, surprisingly excited to feel the wetness of the gusset pressing to my skin, wetness from her activities with earlier clients.

While Marie danced slowly and seductively round the room I refrained, with considerable difficulty, from stimulating myself.

"I don't really have to fuck him, do I?" she asked, coming to a stop.

"Well he's paid the full amount for your services," Max told her. "Still as it's only the wimp I think oral will do. Just suck him off."

I had shed the knickers eagerly but his words brought me up short.

"Yuk, the very thought of that horrible little slug in my mouth makes me feel sick!" Marie exclaimed gesturing disdainfully at my penis.

"OK just give him a hand job then, but squat over his face so he can have a good look at your cunt while you do it. It will be treat enough for a wimp like Perkins," Max said in a condescending tone.

My protests were brushed aside, Max saying he'd give me a ten pound refund! With Marie kneeling over my face, her vulva incredibly close, further protests died away when she took my penis in her hand. Then, wonder of wonders, she cupped my balls in her other hand as she began masturbating me.

"Lot of cocks have been inside that gaping cunt since yours last visited there, Perkins," Max taunted as I gazed wistfully up at Marie's vagina.

Perhaps it was inevitable considering that this was the first intimate contact I've had with my wife for over six years, that I should come very quickly, much to her very obvious relief. She immediately climbed from the bed and had no hesitation in wiping the semen from her hand across my face, delighting the grinning Max.

Marie went to wash her hands in the en-suite and in her absence Max told me the public toilets which served two of the conference rooms needed cleaning.

"That will be your job from now on, save me paying a cleaner," he told me. "While you're doing that I'm going to enjoy myself fucking your wife the way you thought you were going to. In fact you'll be paying for my turn," he mocked.

Handing me a short pink tabard Max told me to put it on but remain naked underneath. Well, the tabard hardly covered my genitals and I experienced a very nerve-racking walk along the corridor as Max led me to the toilets. Pointing at the row of urinals he told me to kneel and give them all a thorough clean with a small scrubbing brush. I quailed in disgust and protested but of course my complaints were swept aside.

"Think it's beneath your dignity do you Perkins, just get on with it. I'm going to take a few pictures of you at work as a future reminder of your servitude, before going back to room nine where your wife will be waiting with her legs open ready for me."

Feeling ridiculous, and knowing I looked it in the short pink tabard, I knelt on the tiled floor and began cleaning the first urinal. With a mocking laugh Max moved back and forth taking photos of me at work on the degrading chore of cleaning the public toilets.

"Now you're even more in my power," he crowed triumphantly. "Your lovely wife's mine to do as I want with and so are you. Hold my cock while I have a piss and then lick it clean."

Despite a feeling of repugnance, when Max unzipped and produced his penis I docilely held it while he urinated, pleased that he used one I hadn't yet cleaned. Max was exultant when I automatically licked all round the end of his penis before meekly taking it into my mouth.

"I'm going to continue using you as the lowest of the low while fucking your wife whenever I feel like it, you ridiculous little man," he jeered insolently, slowly pushing his penis in and out of my mouth.

Dropping his trousers and underpants Max said, "Now kiss and lick my arsehole. It's something you can do once a week to signal your complete submission to me."

When he turned and bent over, pulling his buttock cheeks apart, I'm ashamed to say that I immediately pressed my lips to Max anus. Again his laughter had a triumphant ring to it as I ran my tongue over his anus. It's humiliating to relate, even in the private pages of my Journal, but I began masturbating while licking and kissing Max anus, almost relishing the repulsive guy's total dominance of me. If I hoped he wouldn't notice it wasn't to be, perhaps my hand movements were communicated to him, anyway looking round Max laughed to catch me masturbating while licking his anus. At least he let me finish before demeaning me further. 

I remained kneeling at Max's feet feeling shattered by what I'd done, while he told me that if I agreed to sign a declaration giving him one hundred percent loyalty, in effect signing over my will to him, he would arrange for my wife to give me hand relief once a week. To my shame I heard myself agreeing all too eagerly!

"You realize that you'll be handing over your life to me," There was a hint of scorn in his voice.

"Yes, I want to serve you and be used and abused in return," I whispered meekly.

It's hard to explain or understand my desire, need even, to abase myself before him; to adopt a subservient role to a guy who, then as now, I feel complete revulsion for. I hate and detest the odious Max but am also exhilarated by the position I find myself in. At any moment he could reveal our secret lifestyle to the world and, given his vindictive nature, it seems highly probable that at some stage he will, but somehow the knowledge merely serves to add a further edge to the excitement I undoubtedly feel to be so completely in his power. Max's abuse and open contempt merely stokes my masochism.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2009.

Today Max presented me with the contract he'd mentioned on Wednesday. I hadn't taken him seriously at the time but the document appended to my Journal, and which I signed with surprising eagerness, shows I was wrong.

I, Mr John Perkins, agree to give one hundred percent loyalty and obedience to Mr Max Bayes in exchange for hand relief given once a week by Mrs Marie Perkins. I also agree to give up all marital rights and will remain Mrs Marie Perkins husband in name only. I willingly agree to carry out all Mr Max Bayes orders, however demeaning to myself, and generally act as his unpaid servant.

Signed Mr John Perkins.

Signature

Max's triumph when I signed the document was all too apparent and I felt my heart sink a little.

"Seal it with a kiss," he snarled, "a kiss to my arsehole."

Dropping trousers and underpants he bent, laughing triumphantly when I meekly knelt and pressed my lips to his anus. 

"Now I've got you where I want you I'm going to treat you like the little shit you are."

Despite my apprehension of what his words might imply I have to admit to a strange tingle of excitement. It's strange, disturbingly so, that the prospect of complete submission to a guy I've always found loathsome in the extreme should excite me so.



Journal Extracts Ch. 20



FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 2009.

"I hope you haven't drunk too much as you could be in here for quite a while," Max smiled, ushering me inside the Priest's Hole.

Tonight was the night of the small dinner party in Function Room One, the night I was expecting to witness the seduction of my wife by Max's boss.

Once the four guys had all arrived the first course was served, Marie looking very sexy in her waitress uniform of short black skirt and white top with, in my opinion, too many buttons left undone. She was certainly attracting many admiring looks as she circled the table.

I knew they were all directors of the hotel chain but at that time had no idea which of them was the MD. However as time went by and I saw the way Liam was patting my wife's bottom at every opportunity I assumed it was he. Of the others I was surprised to recognise Alan, a contemporary at school who I hadn't seen for years, and had no idea he was on the board of directors. The school bully, I'd felt overawed and a bit frightened of Alan during my schooldays so was none too pleased to see him now. We haven't seen each other since those days though, so at least he wouldn't know the waitress he was eyeing up lecherously is my wife.

"The waitress is a tasty bit of stuff," a guy whose name was Gareth commented.

"Her tits are too small for my liking," from Nick.

"Nonsense, she's got a gorgeous pair. Have you noticed how you can just catch a glimpse of nipples peeping over the top of her bra?" from Liam, his words confirming what I'd already thought, Marie did have too many buttons undone!

Marie bustled about serving the courses which were being delivered to the room on a trolley by one of the regular waitresses. At one point, while she leaned over the table to deal with some spilt wine, I saw Liam's hand disappear up my wife's short skirt and remain there until she'd finished. Marie of course made no attempt to repel the hand, expecting to have sex with him later no doubt.

With the flow of drink and Marie's short skirted figure flitting round the table, the guys seemed to be growing more and more excited as the meal progressed, and by the dessert all four of them had groped her bottom at some stage.

"What colour panties are you wearing, girl?" Nick asked. 

"That would be telling," Marie smiled.

"I think she's got white ones on. What about the rest of you?"

"Black," from Alan.

"Pink," chimed in Gareth.

"Well I think your knickers are yellow. Who's right?" asked Liam.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Marie teased.

"Go on, give us a quick flash," Nick implored.

When she merely smiled and continued clearing the table Liam jumped to his feet exclaiming, "You're a cock tease. I'm going to find out for myself."

So saying he grabbed the hem of my wife's skirt and yanked it up, provoking a cheer from the others.

"I was right, black knickers. Does that mean I get to take them off?" Alan said.

He too was on his feet now and taking her by surprise thrust both hands down the back off Marie's knickers.

"Nice warm bum cheeks."

I could actually see the outline of Alan's hands inside my wife's knickers squeezing her buttocks and felt a cold shiver run through me. Of course I've seen lots of guys squeezing Marie's bottom but to watch my old school bully doing so was irritating to say the least.

"Leave her to get on with her work, you randy old devil," Nick said, calming Alan down a bit. 

Liam's hand continued to delve beneath Marie's skirt at every opportunity and so I was surprised when he was the first to leave. When Nick and Gareth soon followed suit I was even more surprised, but then appalled when the truth of the situation became clear to me. The guy lined up to have sex with my wife was the old school bully!

"I thought they'd never go," Alan said, pulling Marie on to his lap. "Max tells me your old man can't get it up and you might be game for a bit of fun. Is that right?"

My wife's only reply was to put her arm round his shoulders and part her legs, confirmation enough. I could just about see when Alan started stroking Marie's thighs, coaxing them further apart.

"So, I am going to have the pleasure of taking your knickers off," Alan laughed before kissing her.

I was of course fully erect as I looked at my wife perched on Alan's lap, skirt high up her thighs, stocking tops and suspenders exposed, despite my irritation that it was him.

Alan edged the chair round a bit from the table, presumably for more room, but which also gave me a perfect view of his fingers delving inside my wife's knickers. Marie's legs automatically parted even more and he exclaimed, "God girl, your cunts sopping. You're gagging for it!"

I could see Marie wriggling on his lap, her legs sagging ever further apart as Alan's fingers probed between them.

"Seems as if old Max was right. Hubby no longer satisfies you and you're desperate for a good shafting."

"Not strictly true, it's more a case of my husband never having satisfied me," Marie corrected, adding in explanation, "John's not very well-endowed. In fact his cock's tiny."

Did she know I was hidden in the Priest's Hole watching and listening? I don't think so but doubt if she would have modified her hurtful comments even if she did. I certainly cringed to hear Alan's laughter.

"Stand up a minute then, you'd better take a look at what I've got to offer."

Marie stood up and watched eagerly as Alan did likewise to slip out of his trousers. In her eagerness to get at Alan's equipment my wife knelt and pulled his underpants down. A smile spread across Alan's face when she grabbed his penis and began licking the glans. It was big but not, I was pleased to see, excessively so. She was licking his balls then and Alan's head rocked back.

"Hell, that feels good," he gasped.

Inevitably I had my penis in hand as I watched my wife licking and sucking the lucky Alan's balls. Then she was sucking his penis and holding Marie's head between his hands Alan grunted, "Great, suck my cock while I fuck your mouth. I want you to swallow my cum."

She did too, he made sure of that, forcing his penis down my wife's throat as he came and keeping it there until she'd drained the last drop from it.

Marie got to her feet while Alan flopped back onto his chair gasping.

"Now I'll do what I said earlier and have your knickers off."

So saying he reached up under Marie's short skirt and yanked them down, my wife stepping eagerly out of her knickers which Alan quickly picked up and pressed to his nose.

"Lovely!" he exclaimed. "Now stretch out on the table so I can give your wet cunt a good licking. I'm going to suck your clit until you squirt in my face." 

Alan laughed to see the speed with which she climbed on to the table. With skirt up round her waist, legs wide apart, Marie lay back across the table and Alan licked his lips as he stared happily between her thighs.

"I'm going to really enjoy drilling your wet and willing cunt after giving it a good tongue licking, particularly as I was at school with your husband, the pretentious, stuck up sod. He's the sneak who got me into a lot of trouble by acting as witness against me when I was accused of bullying."

So he did know who she was, and my blood ran cold wondering if he also knew I was concealed in the Priest's Hole watching him seduce my wife.

Of course his words meant nothing to Marie, she was probably hardly aware of them as she waited impatiently for him, nodding eagerly when he asked, "I wonder if you like a finger or two up your nice crinkly little bum hole?"

His face was between my wife's thighs then but all I could see was the back of Alan's head. I contented myself with listening to Marie's squeals, squeals which grew wilder when he lifted her legs up and over his shoulders. A few minutes later she came, her body writhing on the table, her wild and lusty screams echoing around the room.

"You do like a finger up your bum hole!" Alan exclaimed, staggering to his feet, face wet and running with my wife's juices.

Without further ado he drove into her, Marie yelling her joy as his penis slammed home.

"Yes!" he shouted exultantly, holding me wife's ankles high and wide as he began fucking her.

I watched Alan's buttocks jerking back and forth for several minutes before he suddenly stopped, withdrew, and almost before she knew what was happening turned Marie over onto her tummy before driving his penis back inside.

"Oh lovely!" she moaned.

"Next time I'll fuck you up the arse, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"God yes."

Again there was an exultant ring to Alan's laugh.

"For now though I'm going to enjoy drilling your cunt and filling it with cream." Gripping my wife's hips Alan fucked her vigorously while I watched from concealment, thankful that he didn't appear to know I was there. I was of course fully erect and stimulating myself despite the cold shivers running up and down my spine to watch my old school antagonist fucking my wife, and from his attitude, plainly excited to be putting one over me.

"Yes, here it comes!" Alan suddenly exclaimed, and I saw his buttock muscles clenching spasmodically as he released his semen deep inside my yelling wife.

"Bloody hell, no wonder the randy old sod stayed behind."

Nick stood in the doorway, Gareth peering over his shoulder. I hadn't even been aware of the door opening; I'd been so absorbed in watching the action.

"Come on in and close the door lads," Alan urged.

It transpired that while having a nightcap in the bar Nick realised he'd lost his mobile phone so they'd come back to search for it. The mobile was quickly located under the table and they turned to leave, Gareth casting wistful looks at Marie still perched on top of it.

"Hang about lads why not take a turn? I've just given her a bloody good fucking," Alan told them boastfully, "but I reckon she's up for more."

They all looked at Marie whose only response was to turn and face them, legs apart a smile on her face.

"A clear invitation lads go to it. I want to see her getting fucked while sucking a cock."

Alan practically tore the rest of her clothes from my wife's body to leave her naked but for stockings and suspenders.

Nick immediately began stripping off but Gareth took Marie's breasts in his hands, asking, "What about you darling, are you game for more cock?"

Marie's response was to unzip Gareth's trousers and free his penis with an expertise that left him gasping. When a naked Nick, naked but for his socks that is, approached the table my wife eagerly grabbed his penis also. Sitting on the table an erect penis in each hand, legs apart and with both men's fingers probing between them, my wife looked to be in her element. It was a sight which plainly excited Alan.

"Put a cock in her mouth one of you," he urged.

It was Gareth who, climbing up to stand on the table, presented his penis to Marie's lips. Unfortunately my view was blocked somewhat at that point by Alan moving and getting in the way as he said, "How many fingers have you got up her cunt, mate?"

"Three," came back Nick's reply.

"Try her bum hole as well, I can recommend it."

"You're right, it's great. Two fingers in each!" Nick exclaimed after a minute or so, Alan laughing.

By the time he moved aside it was Gareth who was fingering my wife while Nick enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his penis, Alan joining in briefly to play with her breasts.

"One of you fuck her from the back while she sucks the others cock," he urged.

They did just that, Marie eagerly slipping to the carpet and getting down on all fours.

Nick at her rear wasted no time in driving his penis into her vagina, my wife uttering a happy cry before taking Gareth's erection between her lips.

"Great!" Alan exclaimed as he watched Nick fucking my wife, every thrust of the guy's penis pushing her forward so that Gareth's penis was driven down her throat and Marie's nose was buried in his pubic hair.

With Alan circling them and plainly very excited by what he was seeing, my own view was blocked from time to time. However I had a clear view of the climax, Nick's head rocking back, his hands gripping my wife's hips, penis buried inside her as he came.

Picking her up Gareth laid Marie on the table, her bottom perched on the edge of it. She spread her legs eagerly, a fact not lost on Alan.

"See how keen the randy bitch is for a third cock up her cunt. While Gareth's giving it to her I'll let you into an interesting fact I happened on by chance."

Unfortunately they moved closer to the Priest's Hole spoiling my view just as Marie's joyous shout rent the air. So it was that while they enjoyed the spectacle of Gareth fucking my wife on the table all I had was their conversation and what I heard sent shivers up and down my spine.

"I fancied Max's PA as soon as I met her so you can imagine my surprise when, after telling him I wouldn't mind having her knickers off and giving her one, Max said he'd try and set it up."

"Trying to ingratiate himself, I suppose," Nick commented.

"Of course, got his eye on promotion as our Max. Anyway Max told me that his PA, Mrs Perkins, is expected to cover any role in the hotel and he'd give her the job of waitress for our little dinner party. The rest was up to me but if I made a pass at her he was pretty sure she'd come across. Max went on to tell me he knew for a fact that Mrs Perkins is a bored and frustrated housewife, married to a guy totally wrapped up in his business and local affairs, and who's a total failure in the bedroom. He's certainly right about her frustration."

Alan paused in his dialogue and they listened to Marie's ecstatic yells echoing round the room as Gareth fucked her on the table.

"It sounds as if she's making up for lost time tonight," commented Nick.

"Naturally I told Max it would do his career prospects the world of good if he could set it up for me to give his PA one."

The men laughed before Alan continued his tale.

"By this time though I'd picked up on his PA's surname and asked about her husband. You may not know that my folks came from round here and I attended the local independent school. By a quirk of fate it turns out she's married to the bastard who stitched me up at school. The stuck-up pretension sod grassed me up and got me expelled from the Plum school and as you can imagine my old man wasn't best pleased to see his fees go down the drain. You can also imagine how much I enjoyed having the bastards wife tonight, thinking of him while drilling her cunt. You and Gareth coming back and giving her one as well make it even better."

"Revenge is sweet, eh?"

"Indeed, and I'm going to cuckold the bastard every time I'm in the area, which will probably be a lot more often in future." 

They laughed and Alan went on, "I'm also going to bum fuck the bastard's wife, I know she's keen for it, and then ultimately get in touch to let him know I've shot my load in all three of her holes. That's a long time in the future though, for now I'm going to enjoy getting between her legs at every opportunity; thinking of that bastard Perkins while fucking his wife."

Laughing they moved away from the Priest's Hole and I was able to see Gareth holding Marie's legs high in the air as he thrust in and out of her, clearly approaching his climax. He came, buttock muscles clenching spasmodically as he ejaculated inside my squealing wife.

With the departure of his friends Alan told Marie she ought to clean herself up and get dressed as Max would probably be along soon. However as she slipped from the table he took my wife's breasts in his hands saying, "I hope to be playing with these nice little tits again very soon and also hope my cock will be making regular visits to your cunt. Would you like that?"

Marie's murmured affirmation clearly delighted Alan, though for reasons she was unaware of, not being party to the overheard conversation.

Later, when Max released me from the Priest's Hole the inner mechanism still a mystery to me, he told me to hurry and get the room cleaned up.

"You can piss off home then wanker," he sneered, knowing I'd masturbated while watching Alan and the others with my wife.

Max doesn't seem to have told Alan the true relationship of himself to Marie and myself, perhaps thinking it an abuse of his position, but he told me that Alan having regular sex sessions with her will advance his own career.

"I've offered the MD full use of my PA whenever he comes to the hotel on a visit, and in any capacity he sees fit. He wasn't slow to get my meaning and told me what a good fuck she was tonight."

* * * SATURDAY, DECEMBER 19, 2009.

Having been ordered to pick Max and Marie up from his place at ten this morning and drive them to Bedford I duly did so. It was a very cold day, the temperature barely above freezing, and my wife was muffled up in a long coat. During the drive to Bedford though, I noticed in the rear-view mirror that the coat had been opened, probably by Max as he had his hand on my wife's thigh, and she wore nothing beneath but her underwear.

Following his directions I turned into the drive of a large detached house on the outskirts of Bedford where, telling us to wait, Max went inside. I hadn't a clue about what was going on and although Marie admitted to having a rough idea she refused to tell me.

It was beginning to get cold in the car by the time Max reappeared and told us to follow him. In the hallway of the house he told me to strip. I could hear muffled voices coming from a room to the right and hesitated until Max told me in no uncertain terms to get on with it.

Marie meanwhile slipped out of her coat and hung it up. She wore black fishnet stockings with a very sexy black basque and I could hardly take my eyes off her as I reluctantly peeled my clothes off. Next Max gave me a mauve coloured bra and matching panties to put on. The panties were tiny but as Max was quick to point out it takes very little material to cover my genitals.

Finally he produced a black leather dog collar which he fastened round my neck after showing me the name tag. The tag had my name on followed by the words 'owned by Max Bayes'. Telling me to kneel he attached a lead to the dog collar before opening the door of the room from whence the voices came and ushering Maria inside. The room went suddenly quiet before a female voice said, "Very nice."

Max followed her in to the room, leading me on all fours.

"Sit," he snapped, just inside the door and during the laughter which greeted our entry I was able to take stock of my surroundings.

It was a large room almost devoid of furniture but with a large mattress at its centre. Four men and two women, one of who was leading Marie round the room for their inspection, made up the company.

"Good dog, does he like a bone?" one of the men asked Max, patting my head.

"Yes, give him one Paul," Max grinned.

Paul unzipped and produced his penis, brushing my lips with it. In a daze and confused by the speed with which things were happening, my wife was already on her knees sucking a guy's penis, I opened my mouth to accept Paul's organ. His penis quickly became erect while I sucked, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the women lowering the top of Marie's basque to bare her breasts for the guy's eager hands.

"Lick my balls."

Paul's voice brought my attention back to him and I automatically ran my tongue round his testicles.

"There's a good doggie," It was one of the women who now patted my head.

Max still held the lead and when Paul moved away to join the others groping Marie, led me on a walk, or in my case a crawl on all fours, round the room. I can't deny the excitement I felt to be humiliated thus, my erection slipping from the side of the tiny panties evoking the inevitable laughter and derogatory comments.




Journal Extracts Ch. 20



He brought me to a halt beside the mattress where Marie was on her back, sucking one guy's penis while holding two others. To my surprise it was one of the women, Carol, who hooked my wife's knickers aside to finger her.

"Help me out here guys and rip her panties off, they're getting in the way," Carol said.

A laughing Gordon easily tore the flimsy garment from between Marie's thighs and, this time following Jan's instructions, two of the guys grabbed my wife's ankles to lift them high and wide.

"Like you said Max, this looks like a cunt that's seen a lot of action," Carol remarked as the women inspected Marie's vagina.

Happily sucking a succession of cock's Marie seemed oblivious of what was happening to her nether regions as with Carol fingering her vagina, Jan drove two fingers deep inside my wife's anus.

"From her reaction your sub's had a few cocks up her bum hole too, I suspect," Jan said to Max.

"More than a few but hubby here never has the pleasure, unlike me. In fact all he ever gets from his wife is the occasional hand job and he only gets that if he pays me ten quid for the privilege."

Inevitably I was the butt of much derisory laughter occasioned by his comment, although my attention was occupied more with the two women fingering my wife's vagina and anus.

"Well, she's very wet and very open. Who wants to fuck her first?" Carol asked.

"Need you ask?"

It was Steve, who gripping my wife's thighs drove into her, eliciting the usual joyous cry. With her legs up at right angles to her torso Steve fucked Marie rapidly, any cries being stifled by Richard leaning over her face, his penis deep inside her mouth. Carol stimulated Marie clitoris with her fingers and Jan, reaching between Steve's thighs, again fingered my wife's anus. The other two guys stood watching, although not for long.

Directly Steve finished Marie was rolled over and lifted up onto all fours, a position she adopted with alacrity. Richard began fucking her from the rear, Marie eagerly taking Paul's penis into her mouth. Steve and Gordon played with her breasts, the women taking a few pictures of the scene and at Max's suggestion taking some of me crouched on the floor at the end of the dog lead.

When Richard had finished Paul took over. Gripping my wife's hips he fucked her furiously while she sucked greedily on Gordon's penis, knowing no doubt as I did, that he'd be next.

Indeed he was but first rolled her onto her back. When Gordon mounted Marie, Steve forced his penis into my mouth. So it was that I had the humiliating task of sucking his penis while watching Gordon's buttocks pumping up and down between my wife's thighs. But there was worse to come.

A tug on the lead made me turn and I was surprised to find Carol holding the other end of it. I quickly discovered the reason for the changeover when Max loomed in front and ordered me to lubricate his penis. Taking the tube from him I squeezed a copious amount of lubricant onto Max's erect penis before disdainfully smearing it over his full length, assuming he intended anal intercourse with my wife in front of me and all the others.

I was wrong.

Back on all fours I was surprised to find myself being gripped firmly and held in place by two of the guys. Then my buttocks were pulled roughly apart and I was horrified to feel the lubricant being smeared on my anus. Next I felt the tip of Max's penis prodding at it. My tormentor was about to sodomize me, surely the final ignominy in a long line of humiliation I've suffered at his hands.

"No!" I yelled when his penis drove into my anus.

"Oh yes!" Max shouted triumphantly as he began bum fucking me.

The shame and indignity of it, to be happening in front of all these strangers, several of whom were photographing what I thought to be my final degradation at the hands of the loathsome Max . Gripping my hips roughly Max drove in and out of my anus, taunting me and laughing exultantly.

"Put a cock in his month to shut the wimp up," Max urged, my desperate yells ringing out.

Someone did just that but I've no idea whose it was. I just automatically sucked the penis, my mind in turmoil and feeling totally degraded by it all.

Max came suddenly and unexpectedly, it hadn't taken long, and with his penis buried to the hilt inside my anus leaned over to hiss, "There you pathetic wimp. Now I've had you as well as your wife I don't think you'll be so proud and haughty in future will you?"

I said nothing, just relieved it was over, and breathed a sigh of relief when Max withdrew and moved away to view some of the pictures. My relief was short lived though when another penis drove into my anus. Again I yelled, my protests only arousing Max's laughter and scorn, and prompting someone to force his penis down my throat.

"I'm going to sit back and enjoy watching the rest of the boys bum fucking you. Take plenty of photos girls they'll come in handy if the wimp gets disobedient in the future."

With my head held in a vice like grip, the penis still in my mouth, I had no idea which of them it was sodomizing me but knew it didn't matter. From Max's words they would all do it to me anyway so the running order was irrelevant.

Whoever it was lunged over me, balls slapping my thighs with every thrust of his penis into my anus. With his fingers pinching my nipples I recognised Paul's voice when he hissed in my ear, "I'm coming, dumping my load deep up your bum same as I did in your wife's cunt earlier."

He did just that, fingers still pinching my nipples, balls squashed to my thighs. At which point I shamed myself by coming, my semen squirting on to the mattress arousing the men's scorn and contempt.

"Who's going next?" Paul asked as he withdrew.

No one replied but a third penis drove into my anus and I groaned, the other having been removed from my mouth. Perhaps it was that one now pumping in and out of my anus. 

Either way it didn't matter because they all did it to me, leaving me feeling violated and sore. Max was exultant, standing over me where I'd collapsed on the mattress, laying on my own semen as it happened.

"There, that's reduced you to a snivelling, whimpering worm," he crowed. "Pity the District Councillors can't see you now, arsehole gaping and covered in spunk."

He turned away but paused to add threateningly, "Still, I've got plenty of photos of the day's events."

"I'm ready to go."

It was Marie entering the room. I hadn't even been aware of her absence but it turned out that my wife had gone for a shower after watching Max sodomize me and so thankfully saw nothing of my subsequent violation by the others.

"Marie's got a client waiting at the hotel. You can drive her there and wait outside while your wife does the business. Then come back and pick me up," Max instructed.

So it was that sometime later I parked on the large public car park adjacent to the hotel and waited while Marie went inside. It wouldn't do to use the hotel's very small car park even if there had been room, which is doubtful. In less than half an hour my wife was back, with nothing other than a slight flush to reveal she'd just had sex with a nameless stranger for money, money which she promptly gave to Max when we picked him up as instructed.

There's nothing further to add really, about a very sordid and degrading episode, other than Max's threat of similar episodes in the future.



Journal Extracts Ch. 21



MONDAY, JANUARY 4, 2010.

"A friend of mine is organizing a private party in here, a sort of reunion for his old school pals, many of who he hasn't seen for years. You'll be concealed in the Priest's Hole throughout," Max told me while showing me the clearing up that needed doing in Function Room One, a regular job nowadays.

I was wondering what the point of shutting me in the Priest's Hole for the duration of the party was, when Max enlightened me.

"After the meal Marie will be providing the cabaret by doing one of her famous striptease dances and you'll be in here watching the effect it has on the guys."

So that's what it was all about. 

Indicating the small stage at the far end of the room, Max went on, "They'll be in excess of twenty guys here that night and they'll be given a free hand to do anything they want with Marie. Her services are included in the price of the room. I wouldn't be at all surprised if three or four of them joined her on stage to provide a bit of a show."

"No!" I exclaimed.

"It's quite possible you'll see twenty or more guys fucking your wife and I hardly need tell you she's very keen. Whatever happens, Marie's well used cunt will see a lot of action that night and I wouldn't be surprised if a few of the guys give it to her up the arse as well."

FRIDAY, JANUARY 22, 2010.

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

LATER.

Indeed it was the truth! Tonight I've witnessed scenes the like of which I would never have expected to see outside a porn film, particularly not featuring Marie as the main performer and looking highly pleased with herself to be so.

The party started off, for me at least, as a long boring and nervous wait. Knowing I would be confined in the Priests Hole for a long period of time I deliberately refrained from drinking anything in the hours leading up to it, not wanting to have to stand there desperate for a pee.

When Max took me to the function room well ahead of time and ordered me to strip I hesitated but briefly. I didn't need reminding about our contract. Reduced to my underwear, the usual stockings and suspender belt, pale yellow panties and matching bra, I allowed myself to be shut inside the Priests Hole. Having no idea of the whereabouts of the release mechanism I nervously knew I was dependant on my Master, as Max likes to be called these days, letting me out.

After what seemed an age the dinner party got under way and I noted Max amongst the guests who were seated either side of a long table, or more accurately several tables pushed together. With nothing else to do I managed to count them while they were eating. Including Max they numbered nineteen, not quite the amount he'd said.

It was only after the plates etc had been cleared away that Marie, to an excited cheer, put in an appearance accompanied I was surprised to see by the rather severe Miss Walker, the senior receptionist whose haughty manner towards myself I've always found rather intimidating.

I was shocked to see my wife was dressed as a schoolgirl in maroon blazer and matching tie, white blouse and short grey skirt with white ankle socks. It turned out to be the uniform of their old school and the sight of Marie wearing it set off a clamour of excited voices.

Well, she started off her act by dancing, or perhaps parading would be a better description, on the table having been assisted on to it by the receptionist; the guests remaining seated on either side. While Marie pranced back and forth along the length of the table the men grew more and more excited by the views up her skirt.

"Good, she's wearing navy blue knickers just like the girls at school," someone yelled. 

"Not for long." 

I recognized Max's voice above the hubbub.

I have to admit to being fully erect as I watched my wife dancing on the table and saw the excited reaction of the guys, but was puzzled by the prim and proper receptionist's role in all this. Of course Marie was in her element to be the centre of attention for all these lusting guys and when Colin jumped to his feet and seized her by the hips she was laughing almost hysterically. Others were on their feet then, numerous hands thrusting up under her skirt.

"That's it lads, don't stand on ceremony. Get the tarts knickers down," I was surprised to hear Miss Walker's voice urge.

Marie had vanished from sight, presumably lying on the end of the table which was surrounded by guys. A cheer went up and climbing on a chair to see Miss W shouted excitedly, "That's it lads, get her knickers right off and give the tart a good seeing to." 

She laughed when the navy blue knickers were thrown in her direction and jumping from the chair picked them up disdainfully to deposit the knickers in a bin bag containing remains of the meal.

"Take her over to the stage so we can all see what's going on," Max instructed.

Some of the guys moving clear I saw my wife, naked but for socks, stretched out on the end of the table. Marie was being held down, not that there would have been any need, and two guys were fingering her vagina while others groped her breasts, a sight which clearly delighted the senior receptionist.

Picking her up Colin carried Marie to the small stage on which had been placed an old bed, minus headboard, from the storeroom. On Max's instructions I'd carried and assembled it there myself, naively wondering why he wanted it. Many of the men were stripping off and when Max produced a pack of cards and suggested dealing them out to determine the running order, thus avoiding impatience and argument, the idea met with approval.

"Don't worry boys, there's plenty for all," he told them.

"That's right, the sluts not going to leave this room 'till you've all done whatever you want with her," Miss W said gleefully. "Fuck the bitch back and front, over and over again. I want to see the tart carried out of here because she's unable to walk!"

The senior receptionist's attitude was a shock, coming from one I've found so severe and straight-laced. She seemed to be taking a surprisingly vindictive pleasure in seeing Marie stretched out on the bed, being manhandled quite roughly by some of the guys while the pack of cards were being dealt by Max, who I noticed, didn't take one himself but was the only person not to do so. I couldn't avoid the unpalatable fact that it looked as if eighteen guys intended fucking my wife!

"Yes!" 

It was practically a shriek from Miss Walker and prompted by the sight of Colin mounting my wife. Her shriek was repeated, drowning any cry from Marie, as he began fucking her.

"That's it, hold the bitch down and really give it to her," Miss Walker urged gleefully.

Two of the guys were indeed holding Marie down but there was certainly no need.

The rest of them under Max's direction formed a queue; many with cocks in hand as they waited their turn. It was an alarming but incredibly arousing sight to see all these guys waiting patiently to fuck my wife.

There was to be no respite at all as the guys succeeded one another, penis after penis driving into the very receptive Marie. It was clearly a scene which delighted the senior receptionist who yelled, "This is your come-uppance bitch, eighteen cocks filling your sluttish cunt with spunk." A shout which puzzled me in its malevolence and bitterness.

Well she was right about the quantity anyway. One after the other all eighteen men fucked my wife, watched by the smiling Max and urged on by the vindictive Miss Walker.

"Come on don't stop yet. Turn the slag over and do her up the bum," Miss W shouted hysterically.

Many hands obliged, rolling Marie over before pushing a number of cushions beneath her tummy.

"Tie her down lads," Miss W urged, eyeing Marie's rump forced high in the air by the cushions, with a crafty but grim smile on her face.

"There's really no need," Max said, plainly trying to calm Miss W down a bit. "Marie loves it."

"Well give me a belt someone. Let's see how she likes this."

One of the men handed Miss W a broad leather belt and she promptly lashed my wife's buttocks with it. Marie howled, more in surprise than anything else I think, and Miss W laughed.

"Hold her down some of you while I teach the slag a lesson."

Laughing evilly Miss W lashed Marie's buttocks unmercifully; my wife's screams and yells only prompting laughter and further blows. However, despite her pain I could tell Marie was highly excited by what was happening to her.

"Enough," Max shouted and with reluctance Miss W threw the belt down to squeeze Marie's crimson and tortured looking bottom.

Miss Walker hadn't finished yet though. Grabbing an unlit candle she said, "Hold her cheeks apart, I'll open up the slag's bum hole ready for your cocks."

Looking as mystified as I felt a couple of the men spread Marie's buttocks and with a triumphant cry Miss W drove the candle deep inside her anus. The yell from my wife was lost in cheers from many of the men. Laughing hysterically Miss W continued ramming the candle in and out of Marie's anus, calling her a slag, a tart and a whore while doing so. Again it was Max who called a halt.

However, no sooner had the candle been removed from Marie's anus than Colin drove his penis in instead, much to Miss Walker's very obvious delight. Gripping her hips Colin bum fucked my wife with slow and steady thrusts. 

Miss Walker's eyes lit up as they travelled round the guys, many of whom sported erections as they watched.

"Your slag's really in for a rough ride now, with all these guys waiting to pound her bum hole!" Miss Walker shouted exultantly to Max who merely smiled.

She moved away to stand beside him and I was surprised to see Max squeezing Miss Walker's bottom. She smiled at him before turning her attention back to the action taking place on the small stage. By this time a second guy was bum fucking Marie and with considerably quicker thrusts than Colin had done.

"Your tart will know she's been through it by the time they finish with her," Miss W said in a malicious tone.

"Yea, but Marie loves this sort of thing," Max told her.

They were standing close to the Priests Hole and I was intrigued by the conversation, my attention swinging back and forth between their talk and the succession of guys bum fucking my wife. From the familiar way Max continued to squeeze and stroke Miss Walker's bottom it became clear to me that there was history between them, a relationship perhaps judging from the talk.

"I can't understand what you saw in the slag in the first place. Marie's no more than a whore, a slut who'll drop her knickers for all and sundry," Miss W expostulated vehemently.

"I never said she wasn't," Max told her. "My aim is to take the slut down to the depths of depravity and totally degrade her in front of her husband, an arsehole I've detested for years. He's a stuck up pretentious bastard and now I've got him in my power I'm really going to enjoy rubbing his nose in the shit."

Seeing her puzzled expression, Max explained, "I've got the wimp shut in the Priest's Hole watching everything the guys do to his wife. Isn't that right Perkins?"

He rapped the wooden panel but I didn't respond my eyes still glued on the succession of men having anal intercourse with Marie.

"What, she's married to the odd job man?"

"He's not really an odd job man. I'll explain who he is later, for now lets enjoy the spectacle of his wife being used by the boy's."

Colin drifted across to join them, already having dressed, but fortunately didn't block my view.

"You were right about Marie," he said to Max. "She's one horny lady, seven of the boys have given it to her up the arse and she still wants more. Don't be fooled by the screams, no one holding her down and she's free to call a halt anytime."

"Hardly a lady, more a cheap slut who's anybody's for the asking," Miss Walker remarked contemptuously.

It's certainly true that my wife's yells and screams were ringing out continuously as penis after penis drilled her anus, but equally true that she showed no signs of wanting it to stop. Nine guys had now bum fucked her with three more sporting erections as they waited their turn. 

Despite my concerns, both for the well-being of Marie, and the fact that several people including Max had been taking photos, I remained erect and stimulating my penis throughout. Unfortunately when Max unexpectedly opened the secret panel I still held my erection.

Seeing it Max laughed as he pulled me out into the room.

"Here he is boys, the cuckold husband who gets off on watching his wife in action with real men."

From their reactions most of the men had been unaware of my existence inside the Priests Hole and appeared surprised to see me dressed in female underwear. I blushed crimson, cringing inside, as Max dragged me around the room eager no doubt to humiliate me in front of the guys. The room exploded with the noise of their laughter and when hands pulled my panties down and I was fully exposed, their jeers grew even louder. With the panties ripped from my loins and stuffed into my mouth Max paraded me around the room, enjoying the sneers and jeers at my expense.

He brought me to a stop at the front of the stage where Marie lay where they'd left her, face down on the bed, her bruised and used body soaked with sweat, her own and the guys.

"Take a good look at the slut now the boys have finished with her. Your wife's taken eighteen cocks up her cunt and twelve up her arsehole," he hissed in my ear. "See how both holes are gaping open from the pounding they've been given."

Seizing Marie by the hips he lifted her up for my inspection, Miss Walker gleefully joining in by spreading my wife's buttocks.

I gasped to see Marie's anus, gaping and oozing semen, her upper thighs bathed in the stuff. The sight delighted Miss Walker even more and she delivered a vicious slap to Marie's buttocks, chortling, "The slag's no more than a spunk bank, the lads have filled her up to overflowing."

"I'm desperate to pee," Marie gasped.

"No problem, use this."

Max proffered an ice bucket and squatting she peed into it, oblivious of the many watching eyes or that photos were being taken. Miss Walker seemed incredibly excited to see my wife urinating into the ice bucket in front of them all, a cheer going up when Marie inadvertently farted.

"Surely you'll want nothing more to do with the slag now she's abased and degraded herself like this," Miss Walker said to Max as the golden stream flowing from my wife's body slowed to a trickle.

"Maybe not but I'll continue using her as the whore she is, and I'll make sure hubby here knows all about the hundreds of guys fucking his wife."

Picking her up Max carried Marie towards the door, saying, "You know what to do Colin, I'll be back when I've dumped the slut in an empty room to rest."

I quickly found out what he meant by that when some of the guys seized me and under Colin's instructions forced me face down on the sweat and semen soaked mattress. Willing hands held me down and I couldn't even see whose hand it was spanking my bare and defenceless buttocks. I felt very vulnerable amongst the group of jeering, laughing men, Miss Walker's excited shouts clearly heard above the hubbub, and when a hand delved between my thighs to squeeze my balls I knew it was hers and came immediately.

The beating continued, belts replacing hands from time to time, the wetness of my own semen spreading across my genitals as I twisted and turned desperately against the blows raining down on my buttocks. It seemed as if the guys were almost fighting amongst themselves in the eagerness to punish my bottom, egged on continuously by Miss Walker and Max, who had re-entered the room at some point.

Eventually Max called a halt saying, "That's enough boys, I need the wimp in a fit condition to clean the room after the party."

Talking and laughing the guys dispersed leaving me flaked out on the bed gasping and groaning, my tortured buttocks feeling on fire, oblivious of Max taking pictures.

"The boys have really flayed your arse," he gloated. "You'll continue to do everything I say or I'll arrange another beating which will make this one seem as nothing."

Max tipped me off the edge of the bed and I yelled when my buttocks hit the wooden floor. They laughed and Max went on, "While you're my unpaid servant doing anything I tell you, your wife will spend much of the time on her back with her legs open for a succession of cocks, big or small, white, black or brown. From what we've seen tonight Marie will be more than happy with her role, if you're not with yours. Now get on and start cleaning this room."

It was late by this time and there's no way I could have completed the cleaning tonight so after quickly collecting the glasses Max allowed me to leave but with orders to report to reception at ten tomorrow morning.

The drive home was torture; my buttocks have never received such a thrashing.

SATURDAY, JANUARY 23, 2010.

Arriving at the hotel this morning I found Miss Walker behind the desk. She told me to take a seat, smiling at my grimace of pain on doing so. One of the receptionist eventually appeared and Miss Walker said, "This chap's here to clean up after last night's party in Function Room One. I'll take him up and show him what needs doing."

"Rather him than me the rooms a right tip, and apparently it looks as if several people threw up in the toilets," the receptionist commented.

"Good job we've got a cleaner in then. Perkins, follow me."

I dutifully followed Miss Walker up the stairs to room one where I surveyed the mess with a sinking heart.

"Right you'd better get cracking; I want this room and the toilets clean and tidy by mid-day. According to Max you're used to cleaning the public toilets, despite thinking it beneath your dignity. He says it's the only thing you're fit for."

Well I laboured through the morning to get the function room ready before turning my attention to the toilets. There were several areas of congealed vomit and I was gagging and almost throwing up myself while cleaning them. However I was shockingly aware that something about my ignominious role, my total helplessness to do anything but submit to the odious Max's will, also had a strangely exhilarating affect on me. I found myself revelling in my subservient role.

I was mopping the floor to finish off when I heard Miss Walker's laugh. She stood in the doorway watching me and from her conversation I discovered the reason for her vindictiveness towards Marie last night. 

"It didn't take your slag of a wife long to recover from last night's pounding. An old guy in room three is giving it to the dirty bitch as we speak," she sneered. "Max is taking me out for a meal tonight on the proceeds."

When I asked why she seemed to hate my wife so much I learnt that the prim and proper Miss Walker had been Max's mistress for a number of years before being displaced in his affections by Marie.

"Before that tart came on the scene he had eyes only for me," Miss Walker explained. "Still, I had my revenge last night when those eighteen lads did as they wanted with her and showed your wife up for the slag she is. The dirty bitch had no hesitation in peeing in front of them all either, disgusting!"

So, that was the reason for her unexpected vindictiveness towards Marie. Jealousy.

"He's back in my bed now though and I'm going to enjoy helping him to thoroughly degrade the slut. We're going to treat your wife as the whore she is, recruiting loads of men to do as they want with her," Miss Walker spat out venomously.




Journal Extracts Ch. 21



LATER.

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

When Marie knelt over me the results of last nights beating were clearly visible on her buttocks and greatly excited me. When I felt her fingers round my penis I almost came immediately. However Max's voice hissing in my ear sobered me up somewhat.

"Look at your wife's gaping cunt and see how loose and flabby it's getting with all the cocks pounding it." 

"Yours would be lost in there," Miss Walker chimed in. "Give the whore's filthy hole a good fisting Max."

"My pleasure," Max laughed, eagerly inserting all four of his fingers inside Marie's vagina. "It doesn't need any lubrication either."

His thumb was also inside now and with a sudden push his knuckles vanished from sight. My wife's excited yells rang out as Max drove more and more of his hand in and out of her vagina.

"That's it; pound the slag's gaping maw!" Miss Walker yelled vehemently.

With Max's hand buried to the wrist inside her vagina I came, Marie yelling as he continued to fist her.

"Oh god, I'm coming!" she yelled and Max's hand suddenly withdrawing, the juices squirting from my wife's gaping vagina landed on my face, much to their delight.

Over excited himself now Max knelt over my head to drive his penis deep inside Marie's very open vagina. I don't think Miss Walker was overjoyed at that but her hand soon cupped his balls to stroke them while he fucked my wife. The effect, perhaps her intention, was to quickly make him come, jerking back to spray my face with his semen. He climbed off and Miss Walker laughed hysterically when she saw my semen and juice covered face.

"There see how I've opened your wife's cunt Perkins," Max hissed in my ear.

"Thousands of men will continue pounding the slags cesspit cunt with their cock's," Miss Walker added with her usual vehemence, in my other ear.

LATER STILL.

Remonstrated with Marie about her shameful behaviour last night but she was unrepentant, telling me that it had really turned her on to see all those guys desiring and wanting her, to be the cause of eighteen erections. I pointed out that it was only her body they wanted, she could have been anyone, but to no avail. My wife's morbid need to be the centre of attraction, no matter what it takes, remains unabated. 



Journal Extracts Ch. 22



SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 2010.

I followed Max to the cellars in some trepidation, not knowing what he had in mind. In the first of them, a sort of anti-room, I soon found out. Max led me to the steel door beyond which stretched the cellars proper, and opening the square shutter which served as a small window invited me to take a look. The spectacle which met my eyes caused me to gasp loud enough for the occupants inside to turn and look at the door.

Marie was chained to the wall, naked but for torn and laddered stockings hanging loose on her legs, legs that were held wide apart by the chains attached to hooks in the wall. There were four guys in the cellar, none of who I recognised, and given the fact that they were all naked and sporting erections their intentions towards my wife, helpless and vulnerable, was plain to see.

"Good we're in time," Max hissed. "Due to your lateness I thought we might miss the show."

Held up by unexpected roadwork's I'd been about twenty minutes late reaching the hotel.

"These guys are going to fuck your wife while she's chained to the wall. It's a favourite fantasy of hers," Max informed me, which is the first I've heard of it.

"Marie has lots of erotic fantasies and I'm going to enjoy helping her realise them," Max went on. "But even more importantly I'm going to enjoy making you watch your wife's depravity."

"And I'm going to help make sure the slut's well and truly degraded," Miss Walker spat venomously in my ear, startling me as I hadn't realized she'd joined us.

"Many, very many guys will have shot their loads inside the slag's greasy and smelly holes, front and back, by the time I've finished with her. Particularly your wife's tight little bum hole, which won't be so tight when it's been pounded by hundreds of cocks!" Miss Walker jeered.

It can't be denied that Marie's excitement was plain to see as she stared hungrily at the guy directly in front of her as he stood stroking his erection. The two flanking her each sucked a nipple while fingering my wife's vagina in unison. At that point the fourth guy contented himself in taking photos.

"It's your randy wife who wants a photographic record," Max hissed.

"Go on then Frank her cunt's open and dripping, give it to her," one of the guys said, stepping aside.

"Oh god yes, yes yes!" Marie screamed when the one called Frank drove his penis into her with a force that lifted my slightly built wife up on to the very tips of her toes.

As Frank's penis continued driving in and out of her Marie's bottom was being forced up and down against the brickwork, any pain only seeming to excite her further.

"The sluts arse will know about it by the time these guys have finished with her," Miss Walker crowed as we watched Marie being lifted off her feet by every thrust of Frank's penis into her.

Despite the pain which must have been caused by her bottom rasping against the rough brickwork my wife was clearly loving every minute of it, barely giving Frank time to withdraw before yelling, "Next."

"See what a whore you're married too," Max hissed contemptuously when Marie again yelled excitedly as the second penis slammed her up against the wall.

"A slag who drops her knickers for all and sundry," Miss Walker added contemptuously.

As time passed I couldn't really see what was happening to Marie, flanked as she was by two guys, a third fucking her while a fourth waited his turn, penis in hand. I could hear her though and my wife's wild and lusty cries plainly excited Miss Walker who crowed, "The skin on the slut's arse will be ripped, torn and bloody, the way she's being rammed up against the wall."

It was true that my wife's petite form was being forced upwards by every penis thrust, the pressure lifting Marie off her feet, and she would have undoubtedly fallen but for the chains securing her to the wall.

By the time the fourth guy was fucking her Marie's cries had become pitiful to hear, much to Miss Walker's pleasure, but her state of high excitement remained apparent. She even seemed to revel in the pain inflicted on her bottom as it was forced against the rough brickwork time and time again by the succession of guys fucking her.

It was while Marie was being released from her chains that Max opened the door and led me through into the next cellar, my bra and panty clad body provoking the guy's amusement.

"This is the cuckold I told you about. Take a look at his tiny cock."

Max hooked my panties to one side revealing my genitals and provoking more laughter. 

"Did you ever see such a tiny willy," Miss Walker jeered, setting off another round of derisory laughter.

"Take a look at your wife now these lads have finished with her, cunt gaping and spunk dripping down her thighs," Miss Walker said, pushing me towards Marie.

Released from her chains Marie turned so that we could inspect her torn and bloodied bottom; Max asking her if she'd enjoyed it.

"Oh god yes, it's was an incredible experience."

"You'll have to go on top for sex 'till your arse heals," Max commented.

"No problem, you know how much I like to ride a guys cock. Particularly yours," my wife replied.

"Not any more sweetie, Max is mine again now. But we all know that any old cock will do for you and your going to get plenty, believe you me," Miss Walker said as she slid an arm possessively around Max's waist, the malice in her voice clear.

He laughed, turning his complacent smile my way, before unzipping his trousers and urging Marie to suck him off.

"Just one last time to humiliate the wimp," he explained to Miss Walker, who didn't look any to pleased about it. 

"Doesn't need much encouragement does she? Bet you wish it was your cock receiving the treatment Perkins," Max taunted, when my wife took his penis between her lips.

With his clothing down to his knees Marie gripped Max's bared buttocks as she worked on his genitals. It was inevitable that I should humiliate myself in front of the four guys by masturbating as I watched my wife licking and sucking his balls, Max in turn watching me with a supercilious smile on his face. She was fingering Max's anus while sucking ardently on his penis when I came in my hand, sparking more contemptuous laughter from the guys. He came soon after; flashing me a triumphant grin, as with his penis deep down my wife's throat she eagerly sucked the last drops from it. 

Next it was my turn to be chained to the wall, but facing it. Of course I knew what to expect when Max pulled my panties down, but still howled when the first blow was delivered to my exposed buttocks.

"That's it lads, take your belts to the wimps arse and show him no mercy," Max urged before he and Miss Walker left, supporting Marie between them.

The four guys took him at his word, lashing my defenceless buttocks for what seemed an age, beating me from either side and replacing one another periodically. When it was finally over I hung from the wall whimpering in my pain and humiliation, the guys jeering and taunting me about how much they'd enjoyed fucking my wife.

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 31, 2010.

Yet another shocking event this evening with Miss Walker's presence, her vindictive pleasure in watching and actively encouraging the proceedings somehow making it seem so much worse.

On arrival at the hotel we were met in reception by Miss Walker, whose gloating and smug demeanour when telling us to follow her should have forewarned me that something out of the ordinary was going to happen. Her open contempt for me is one thing, actually I suppose I lap it up, but her disdain for and vindictive attitude towards my wife is something else.

Miss Walker makes no secret of her avowed aim to get back at Marie in any way she can for the loss, however brief and temporary it may have been, of Max affections.

"In there and strip, both of you," Miss Walker said, opening the door to one of the larger rooms. "Place your clothes out here in the corridor when completely naked."

With that she turned on her heel and left.

Marie of course had no hesitation in undressing and placing her clothing in a tidy pile outside the door. I on the other hand hesitated, concerned about leaving my clothes out in the corridor at the whim of any hotel guest who happened along.

"Go no, you know you have to do as she says," Marie pointed out, Max having made it very clear that we show Miss Walker the same total obedience as we do him. 

I reluctantly undressed and added my clothing to the pile outside, although retaining my wallet as a precaution. 

Naked, we waited, both wondering what they had in store for us. For once Marie was as much in the dark as I. Inevitably I developed an erection gazing wistfully at my wife's naked form. 

"That won't do you much good!" Miss Walker jeered, spotting my erection when she suddenly entered the room.

"Here she is then lads, the tart with her cuckold husband in tow," Miss Walker said as introduction to the three black guys who filed into the room behind her.

I flushed crimson to see their grins when the guys saw my erection but they quickly transferred their interest to Marie.

"A sweet little thing," one of them drawled in an American accent, wasting no time in taking my wife's breasts in his hands.

"Yea, a picture of innocence," another drawled, kneeling and licking her bottom.

"You wouldn't say that if you saw the speed with which the tart whips her knickers off at the prospect of a cock inside her. See how eagerly she spreads her legs," Miss Walker crowed.

My wife had certainly moved her feet apart with undue haste when one of their hands delved between her thighs.

The third guy, Joel, was undressing with Marie watching intently.

"Lovely!" she exclaimed directly his large and very erect penis was exposed.

"Show your appreciation then girl," Joel said, joining in the laughter at the speed in which Marie dropped to her knees in front of him.

"That's it slut do the only thing you're fit for," Miss Walker practically snarled when Marie began licking and nibbling the end of Joel's penis.

The other two, Ty and Delroy, undressed while watching my wife sucking their friend's penis. Soon, she held a penis in each hand while sucking on a third, the guys replacing one another constantly.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing this, apparently it's another of the slut's fantasies, unbelievable as I find it," Miss Walker said.

I looked at her quizzically, knowing she must mean more than just three guys fucking my wife, after all it's almost common place nowadays!

"Two big black cocks up your wife's greasy cunt simultaneously. These lads are really going to open her up!"

"No!" I gasped, not believing my ears.

"Oh yes," Miss Walker crowed. "These lads know the score and are going to give her the works."

We were watching my wife hungrily licking Delroy's balls and when he turned and spread his buttocks she promptly did the same to his anus.

"Look at the dirty bitch!" Miss Walker exclaimed contemptuously. "Pity Max isn't here to see his slag getting pounded into the ground by these American servicemen, several more of who should be along soon."

Miss Walker was clearly becoming more and more worked up, the sight of my wife now licking Joel's anus delighting her.

"The bitch has no shame," she hissed at me before shouting excitedly, "Get the slag on the bed and give it to her the way we planned!"

Ty stretched out on the bed and the others lifted Marie on to him, her happy cry ringing out when she found herself impaled on his penis.

"That's it, now a second!" Miss Walker shouted hysterically.

Climbing on to the bed Joel straddled the others before squatting. Miss Walker knelt, pulling me down with her. I really didn't want to see this but found myself watching in morbid fascination as Joel struggled to insert his penis into Marie's vagina alongside Ty's.

"Yes!" Miss Walker's exultant shout rang out when the second penis suddenly slid inside.

"Oh god yes, yes," Marie yelled as the two guys began fucking her, both cocks drilling her vagina.

"The camera, I must get some pictures of this!" Miss Walker exclaimed looking for, and quickly locating it.

I remained on my knees watching, and despite my feelings of shock and repugnance to see how much my wife was enjoying such sordid activity, found myself annoyed that Miss Walker blocking my view from time to time while taking pictures.

It was Joel who came first and almost fell as he climbed off.

"Go on Delroy put your cock in alongside Ty's, should be easier now the slag's cunt's been opened up," Miss Walker urged.

Well her words were true enough because taking up the position vacated by Joel, Delroy's penis slipped inside my wife's vagina alongside Ty's with remarkable ease.

Marie's bottom and the tops of her thighs were all I could see of her, sandwiched between the guys, but an erotic sight it was. My wife's white skin contrasted sharply with the black guys, her pink vagina lips stretched and distended by the two thick cocks drilling it.

"I hope your friends are coming Joel," Miss Walker looked anxiously at her watch.

"They'll be here but I'll call 'em anyway."

However, before Joel finished punching in the number on his mobile there was a light tap on the door.

Opening it Miss Walker cried excitedly, "Come on in lads, and join the party."

I cowered in the corner, acutely aware of my nakedness, as four well built black guys filed into the room, some wearing USAF uniforms. However, after a cursory amused look my way they turned there attention to Marie, manically riding Ty's thrusting penis. Delroy had finished and climbed from the bed while my attention was distracted by the new arrivals.

My wife must have been oblivious of the newcomer's entry because rolling off Ty her face lit when she saw the four guys stripping off. 

"Oh lovely!" she exclaimed, eagerly spreading her legs.

"Your slut wife's thoroughly depraved," Miss Walker hissed contemptuously in my ear. "I could have guys queuing all along the corridor and down the stairs waiting to come in and fuck the slag and she wouldn't say no."

The newcomers exchanged high fives with the original three before one of them went to mount Marie.

"No, not like that. Let the bitch ride you so the others can join in. I want to see two cocks inside her sluttish cunt again." Miss Walked called.

So it was that the guy stretched out on the bed and Marie straddled him, giving vent to the very familiar cry as she sank down on his penis. Miss Walker insisted I return to the foot of the bed when a second guy climbed onto it and was jubilant as we watched the two big black cocks driving in and out of my wife's vagina. The one on top presumably had the better friction because he quickly came, his place being taken, equally quickly, by one of the others.

Miss Walker was growing more excited by the minute and with the second guy being replaced by the third, crowed, "Don't think this will be the end of things because it won't."

Directing my attention to the fact that several of the watchers were sporting erections, Miss Walker said, with undisguised delight, "Your slut wife's flabby cunt will be of no use to them now they've opened it up with a double pounding. For the next round they're going to drill her bum hole."

However, first there was a further indignity. Directly the last guy had finished Marie jumped from the bed and saying she was desperate to pee, ran to the en suite.

"Look at the vulgar bitch, she hasn't even bothered to close the door," Miss Walker spat contemptuously.

Indeed we could see my wife sitting on the loo urinating, a couple of the guys nipping inside for a better view!

Returning, Marie promptly knelt on the end of the bed and lowered her head to rest it on a hastily grabbed pillow.

"See how eager the slut is," Miss Walker sneered as we contemplated Marie's bottom, high in the air.

"Right Perkins," she continued in a business like tone. "You can hold your wife's buttocks apart while the guys drill her bum hole."

Miss Walker noticed how exciting I found the touch of my wife's flesh on my hands as I spread her soft buttocks and teased me accordingly. However, I was more concerned with the large and fearsome looking erection about to penetrate her anus.

Marie's yell when it drove into her was deafening and Miss Walker laughed.

"This will teach the slag, seven big black cocks pounding her tight little bum hole in quick succession. It won't be as tight by the time these guys have finished with it," she crowed exultantly.

My eyes were fixed hypnotically on the penis driving steadily in and out of my wife's anus, as before finding the comparison of black skin against Marie's lily white flesh a highly erotic sight. I hadn't even looked up to see which of them it was, only noticing Ty when he grunted, "I'm coming," his body jerking as he released his semen deep inside my wife's anus.

Directly he withdrew Delroy took over, Marie's yell when the second penis drove into her anus not quite as loud as with the first.

And so it went on, my wife yelling almost continuously as penis succeeded penis, but I think both Miss Walker and I knew her cries were ecstatic ones.

Miss Walker was herself so highly charged and jubilant about what she clearly looked upon as Marie's punishment that she almost forgot about the camera and only started filming when the fifth of them was enjoying anal intercourse with my wife.

I was relieved to think it the last as the seventh penis drove into her anus, although from Marie's excited yell she would have been keen for eight or nine. My wife's orgasms while the guys were bum fucking her, most fingering her vagina whilst doing so, were both wildly vociferous and numerous, the juices squirting and running down her thighs.

It was over but I had to continue holding her cheeks apart for the exultant and jubilant Miss Walker to film my wife's gaping anus overflowing with semen.

Next, and as though to complete her humiliation, Miss Walker asked for one of them to take a belt to Marie's backside. The guys were hesitant until Joel stepping forward delivered a mighty blow to my wife's buttocks. Marie howled and Miss Walker shouted hysterically, "Great, give the slag a thrashing. Hold the bitch down some of you, the rest beat her bum to a pulp."

"Anything you say Marm," one of the men said, giving Marie's buttocks a clout with his hand.

With Marie's bottom still marked and scarred from her treatment in the cellar a month ago, I begged Miss Walker to take pity on her.

"Pity!" she exclaimed scornfully. "I'll make the slag rue the day she seduced Max away from me. He soon woke up and saw your wife for the whore she is though and Max is now as keen to reduce her to the sewer where she belongs as I am. I'm going to assist him in degrading and humiliating you, and in return he's going to help me do likewise with Marie."

There was no arguing with Miss Walker's vindictive and vengeful nature and any further protests died on my lips.

Some using their belts, some their hands, the guys continued to beat my wife's backside and it didn't escape anyone's attention that Marie didn't need any holding down, she was clearly loving it! Although her response wasn't at all to Miss Walker's liking.

Marie's sordid encounter was finally over, but not my own humiliation because picking my wallet up from the bedside cabinet, Miss Walker tossed it to Joel saying, "Share it out as reward for a job well done." 

She flashed a beaming smile at me as I watched my wallet being emptied and the money distributed amongst the men, Joel commenting that there wasn't much between seven of them.

"Empty the slag's handbag as well, she'll be glad to pay for your services won't you slag?" Miss Walker gave Marie's buttocks a slap as she remained laying face down on the bed. "She'll soon make good the loss by opening her legs for a few paying clients."




Journal Extracts Ch. 22



"Why thank you Marm," Joel replied.

She gave Marie's backside another slap and getting no response from her Miss Walker spread Marie's buttocks, saying, "Take a good look at your wife's gaping bum hole, well and truly opened up by seven big cocks pounding it."

She wasn't wrong there, Marie's semen coated anus gaped open, her buttocks and thighs a mass of bruises. Despite it all though I could tell she was ecstatic to have been used by the guys solely for their own pleasure.

Having taken Marie's money the American servicemen went on their way chatting happily.

"Right, get this room thoroughly cleaned and the bedding changed," Miss Walker ordered me, telling Marie to clear off without even allowing her a shower.

"Your wife can walk back to the car park with the cum from both her smelly holes running down her thighs," she spat venomously.



Journal Extracts Ch. 23



WEDNESDAY, APRIL 21, 2010.

Although experiencing a weird excitement by adopting a very subservient role to Joe, who certainly brought out my masochism during the two years he spent punishing and humiliating me while fucking my wife, it's a very different matter to find myself in a similar position with the loathsome Max. The fact that our feelings of detestation for one another are mutual, but that he has the upper hand, makes my servile position to him altogether different. 

Of course I have no choice but to obey the bastard, knowing that any refusal is bound to result in our secret lifestyle becoming common knowledge. The humiliation of facing my colleagues on the council should they know that my wife has been fucked by upwards of three hundred guys, in all sorts of situations and circumstances but often with me watching and masturbating; Max by this time possessing many compromising photos, doesn't bear thinking about. So it is that I agreed to take the afternoon off and meet him, Miss W and Marie at lunchtime in The Horseshoe pub. 

LATER.

Max and Miss W were alone at a table when I arrived and seeing me looking about Miss W said, "The whore will be back in a minute, she's gone to the loo. I suppose you thought the slag was up to her usual tricks and on her back with her legs open some guy." 

Marie appeared soon after, walking through the bar, her short and rather tight black skirt revealing the outline of suspenders. Mine weren't the only eyes to feast on Marie's figure, Max commenting that as ever my wife exuded both sexuality and availability.

"A couple of guys fucked your wife at the hotel this morning and she knows I've got something special lined up for the afternoon. See how excited she looks."

Marie certainly seemed animated as she sat down; asking if we were going now I'd arrived.

"See how impatient the slut is for another five cocks," Miss W sneered.

Crossing her legs, the short skirt riding high, Marie was very aware and plainly revelling in the many looks she received, but I looked about nervously hoping none of the customers knew us. The Horseshoe is much too close for comfort and it's a distinct possibility that people from our village use it and would recognise us. With Max squeezing Marie's thigh in full view, thus adding to my nervousness I was glad when a frowning Miss W said we ought to go.

"The bikers will be growing impatient and might leave before we get there," she said, laughing at Marie's rapid exit.

Max told me that it wasn't far to go and we'd all travel in my car as the parking area would be limited. Well, he was right on both counts. Following his directions I left Sywell on a long straight road, soon leaving the small industrial area. He told me to slow down and then pull up in a gateway almost on the bend at the end of the straight. There was just room for my car amongst the motorbikes and riders. Miss W had said five in the pub but I counted seven leather clad figures, the sight of them clearly exciting Marie. 

"Perhaps be as well to take your stockings off otherwise they'll get torn," Max suggested.

With guys looking in the car windows my wife hiked her skirt up to do just that, affording them a very sexy display.

"Red knickers," someone commented.

"Red for danger," from another.

"Yes, danger big hole!" exclaimed Miss W, the bikers laughing.

We had to climb over the padlocked gate, Marie's display of thigh and knickers again exciting the bikers. Max brought us to a halt just a few steps along a track bordering the small private airfield. 

"The bunker," he said pointing to a grassy mound.

I wouldn't have given the mound, covered in long grass, nettles and brambles, a second look and was amazed to learn it was an old wartime bunker. The entrance was virtually concealed by long grass but we followed him down into it, passing an old wheel someone had dumped, before entering the bunker proper. 

The bikers had evidently been down already as a number of candles were scattered about the dark, dank bunker. It was dirty and smelly, the floor strewn with litter, amongst which were used condoms. Someone had even defecated in one corner! However the filth and squalor of the surroundings clearly excited Marie who clapped her hands together squealing with delight when Max said the bikers were going to strip her naked and take her, one after the other, on the filthy concrete floor.

"Not enough room down here for everyone though so we'll take the wimp back outside and deal with him there," Max said ominously. "Do your best boys."

"Or your worst," Miss W added. "Strip the bitch naked and get her down on the filthy floor where she belongs. Give her a good fucking amongst the garbage."

With a last look at my wife whose skirt and top were already off, and seeing the many hands pulling her knickers down, I followed Max and Miss W back up into daylight. Leading me to the far side of the bunker, out of sight of the nearby road, he ordered me to strip. I undressed, Miss W watching with a malicious smile on her face, a smile which broadened when we heard Marie's loud shriek from within the bunker. Reduced to just the stockings, suspenders and frilly white knickers I'd donned, knowing Max would expect me to be wearing female attire; I saw with surprise that he was rolling the old wheel from the bunker entrance.

"Get those panties off Perkins," he ordered, laying the wheel amongst the grass on the side of the bunker.

Next I was ordered to lay face down over the wheel, a position that raised my backside in the air. Then, and taking me by surprise, they tied my wrists to some metal rings in the ground, rings which had been concealed by the long grass. When my ankles were dealt with in the same way I must admit that the feeling of complete helplessness had a disturbingly arousing effect on me.

"As each one finishes fucking your wife the bikers will be coming out to thrash your arse with their belts, some of which I was pleased to see are studded," Max taunted. "First though I'll warm it up with some nettles the way I enjoyed watching Joe do, what it must be about a year ago."

"No, not that!" I shouted, Miss W laughing her vindictive laugh.

Then I screamed as without warning nettles were brushed across my buttocks. If anything the pain from the nettles was even more excruciating than when Joe had done it and I howled. They were both tormenting me then and it was Miss W who viciously thrust a handful of nettles between my thighs. As usual she seemed more sadistic than Max and my balls felt on fire from the stinging nettles pushed repeatedly against them. It was almost a relief when one of the biker's appeared, despite the leather belt in his hand.

The biker laughed to see me stretched out over the wheel wearing nothing but stockings and suspenders.

"Give his arse six of the best with your belt, as hard as possible," Max said.

"Make it ten," Miss W urged, again thrusting the nettles against my balls to make me howl.

"No six will be enough. Don't forget there's another six guys to come."

I felt relieved by his words but then yelled when the biker suddenly and unexpectedly lashed my buttocks with his belt. Max and Miss W laughed and continued doing so as the biker continued lashing my buttocks. 

It was over but my relief didn't last long as a second biker emerged from the bunker and immediately took over. To Max's delight the second biker's belt was a studded one and I yelled continuously as he beat me with it, the metal studs cutting into my already tortured flesh.

So it went on until all seven biker's had used their belts on my backside, which also meant of course that all seven had fucked Marie.

"Right, over with him," Max said and willing hands released my ankles and wrists from the hooks and turned me on to my back.

"No, no!" I cried, seeing both Max and Miss W with nettles in their gloved hands.

"Oh yes!" Miss W chortled, plunging her nettles on to my balls yet again.

Max joined in, brushing my penis with his nettles, a penis which I'm ashamed to say was fully erect, despite both the pain from the nettles and the scorn of the bikers. Again I howled continuously, pleading with them to stop. However it was only when Miss W remembered my wife, still down in the bunker, that the nettles were abandoned.

"Get back inside and do the slag up the bum. Let's hear her yells out here while you all give it to her," she urged the biker's, who turned and were practically fighting to be first in the bunker.

After a brief pause Marie's loud shriek was heard from below and Miss W went to the entrance to see what was going on.

"It's that big ginger haired guy. He's really pounding your wife's bum hole while the others hold her down, not that the slag needs any holding," she crowed jubilantly.

At least I was spared any more torment from the nettles. Miss W continued to watch from the entrance to the bunker, giving a running commentary about the goings on inside. While Max stood watching me, a gloating sort of smirk on his face, as we listened to Marie's ongoing shrieks and yells emanating from the bunker.

Some of the bikers were beginning to drift back out by the time Miss W shouted exultantly, "The fifth one's up her now, the big bearded guy, and he's really pounding the slag's bum hole. Listen to the bitch scream!"

Marie's yells, echoing and resounding from the mouth of the bunker, were certainly wilder than anything we'd heard before and I wondered if what was happening to her was too much, even for my randy wife.

Eventually all the bikers had emerged into daylight leaving my wife flaked out on her stomach in the bunker, well and truly fucked according to a highly delighted Miss W.

"If anyone needs a piss the wimp's body looks as if it needs cooling down, piss on him," Max told the bikers, who immediately surrounded me on the mound.

It was the big bearded guy, having taken up his position on the very top of the mound straddling my head, who began urinating first, quickly directing the stream on to my face. I closed my eyes but not before I'd seen Max's smirking face through the throng. I couldn't close my ears though and as others began urinating on me I heard his triumphant laughter ringing out.

Tied down over the wheel I could do nothing to avoid the streams as the seven bikers urinated on me, some starting as others finished, and most directing their pee onto my face at some point. Throughout it all I had to listen to their sneers and jeers, the despised Max's voice uppermost.

Afterwards Max thanked them for their help in subduing me, as he called it, and the bikers went on their way. My humiliation wasn't quite over though. With her body looking dirty and bruised, Marie emerged from the bunker and while Miss W mocked her for the state she was in, Max asked if she'd enjoyed herself.

"Oh god yes!" my wife exclaimed, inevitably arousing Miss W's contempt.

"I'll just add my quota then, before we go," he said and before I realised what was happening started urinating over me.

Catching me by surprise Max managed to direct his pee into my mouth before I had a chance to close it, amusing both himself and Miss W.

Not having the means to clean ourselves both Marie and I had no choice but to dress as we were. At least my wife's body was merely bruised and dirty, whereas my painful frame was soaked in urine, my clothing sticking to it. All in all it was a humiliating end to a very humiliating day, at least for me. Marie, it goes without saying, found the entire experience exhilarating.

* * * FRIDAY, MAY 21, 2010.

I knew Marie had been enjoying occasional sex sessions with Alan, the old school bully, but until earlier today hadn't seen him since the night of his party. This afternoon though, by a quirk of fate he was quick to capitalize on, I caught Alan in my bed! 

I left the office early, work being a bit slack at the moment, and drove straight home otherwise I would have missed him. An unknown car was parked on the drive, not an unusual occurrence these days, and in the lounge I saw various items of hastily discarded clothing, male and female.

Familiar sounds, rhythmically creaking bedsprings, masculine grunts mingled with my wife's ecstatic cries, drew me upstairs and I arrived at the bedroom door just in time to witness the climax. The, at that time unknown, guy's buttocks were jerking spasmodically between my wife's thighs, the muscles visibly clenching as he released his semen inside her. Marie's own joyous shouts rang out as she clung to the grunting guy.

It was only when he rolled off to lie panting beside her that I was horrified to recognise Alan.

"Ah, my husband!" Marie exclaimed before heading for the bathroom and a shower.

An unperturbed Alan stretched expansively out on the bed, my bed, a smile on his face.

"Recognise me from the old days, do you?" 

I nodded, my mouth suddenly feeling dry and not trusting myself to speak.

"So, how's it feel to know I've just fucked your wife, and not for the first time?" Alan grinned, folding his arms behind his head.

Gritting my teeth I again said nothing and Alan, spreading his legs, relaxed on the bed looking highly pleased with himself.

"I've not forgotten you either and when Max introduced me to his PA, apparently she's working for you now, I was intrigued to learn who she's married to. A tasty little thing your wife and it didn't take me long to get inside her knickers. I've enjoyed fucking her these past six months. More importantly, every time I drove my cock inside your wife's cunt or up her bum I was able to think of you and imagine my pleasure when revealing it all to you at some future date."

Powerfully built and intimidating, Alan suddenly leapt from the bed and catching me by surprise, forced me to my knees.

"Smell your wife's cunt on my cock and eat your heart out, grass," he snarled, thrusting his penis in my face.

All my old fears of the school bully came back and I found myself literally grovelling at Alan's feet as he snarled, "I've had my cock hard up your pretty wife's bum hole a dozen times. How does that grab you?"

He was kneeling then and with me flat on my back, his knees straddled my head. Grabbing a handful of my hair, Alan snarled "Suck my cock, you bastard," and forced it into my mouth.

Unbeknown to Alan, Max has clearly told him nothing of our lifestyle, I've sucked quite a few of my wife's lover's cocks and so I automatically did likewise to his. His triumphant laughter however had an evil ring to it.

"Do you know what I'm going to do tomorrow afternoon? Oh I forgot you've got a mouth full of slimy cock and can't reply," he jeered, removing it.

"Well I'm going to tie you up, probably with your cock hanging out so I can have a good laugh because according to Marie it's not up to much. Then I'm going to strip your wife very slowly before your eyes and," he paused for dramatic effect. "and then I'm going to fuck her nice and slow on the marital bed in front of you."

I couldn't prevent a groan escaping my lips at that point and he laughed.

"Another day I shall spread your wife's bum cheeks and give it to her up the arse, again with you all trussed up and watching. I'm also going to enjoy giving you the thrashing I always wanted to give you at school for grassing me up. I'm going to take the skin off your backside with a whip and the lovely Marie will be watching your humiliation." 

I found myself twisting and turning in helpless rage beneath the powerful and jeering Alan. 

He left soon after so Marie saw nothing of his treatment of me. However she confirmed he's returning tomorrow and also having agreed to go along with whatever he has in mind to belittle and humiliate me.

"It's amusing to watch you squirm," she smiled.

SATURDAY, MAY 22, 2010.

The stepladder I've been using for the re-decorating was just outside the front door when Alan arrived and seeing it unfortunately gave him ideas.

"Carry that stepladder up to your bedroom," he commanded imperiously.

I hesitated until Alan, grabbing my shirt front, snapped, "Do it. You know you're not a match for me."

Laughing, Alan followed me up the stairs and into the bedroom where Marie was already waiting. After kissing her Alan placed the stepladder near the wall and opened it up with the steps facing the foot of the bed.

"Stand with your back to the rungs," he snapped, producing a set of handcuffs.

Feeling numb with apprehension I had no choice but to do as he said. Pulling my wrists back behind the stepladder Alan snapped the handcuffs in place on them. Then, as if I wasn't helpless enough, he produced some cord and tied my knees to the stepladder, affectively holding my legs apart. His grinning face close to mine Alan ripped my shirt open, yanking it free from the waistband of my trousers. Pinching and twisting my nipples painfully, he hissed, "I'm really looking forward to getting my own back on you."

My yelps of pain increased Alan's laughter and he only stopped pulling my nipples in order to undo my trousers.

"Now let's have a look at this tiny cock your wife's been telling me about."

"You'll need a magnifying glass!" Marie humiliatingly exclaimed, the comment pleasing Alan as he yanked my trousers down.

With my trousers down around my knees I squirmed helplessly as Alan pulled my underpants down, the pair of them laughing when my penis, inevitably and embarrassingly erect, was fully revealed. 

Secured to the stepladder, shirt open and yanked down to my elbows, trousers and underpants down around my knees, I felt helpless and vulnerable when an exultant Alan hissed in my ear, "I've had your wife loads of times but today I'm going to have her before your very eyes, this is the moment I've been looking forward to."

Irritatingly it was Marie, slipping her top off and inviting Alan to do the same with her bra, who started the ball rolling. Her back was towards me and I had little choice but to watch Alan's fingers unclipping Marie's bra. Tossing it aside he grinned over the top of her head at me as he yanked my wife's skirt up and plunged his hands down inside her knickers. 

"Ah nice, soft warm flesh to play with," he said, while I groaned to see the outline of Alan's fingers inside my wife's knickers, kneading and squeezing her buttocks.

"Your wife's bum feels lovely," he taunted, "but I think I'll have a little play with her tits now."

Spinning Marie round to face me his hands came up to cup her breasts, my wife's cry of delight as he teased her nipples pleasing him. Again I groaned, this time at the humiliating way my wife unzipped her skirt and let it fall, clearly eager to play her part in his tormenting of me.

"Look what sexy little black knickers your wife's wearing and know that in a few minutes I'm going to have them off and take my pleasure with her," Alan taunted.

I'm not sure which was worse, seeing the old school bully running his hands all over my wife's body or the very willing way in which she accommodated his wish to humiliate me, and I groaned again despite not wanting to give him that pleasure.

"I always thought you a pompous ass at school but you're not so pompous now," Alan jeered. "Watch my hand."

Slowly and inexorably Alan's fingers crept down inside the front of my wife's knickers, Marie's legs parting eagerly.

"Your wife's cunt feels lovely and wet. She's obviously ready for my cock," he taunted.

"Take your knickers off for me," he urged Marie, who naturally enough didn't need asking twice.

With his eyes running over my now naked wife Alan began undressing. Turning his attention to me he said, "I'd forgotten what a weedy kid you were but seeing your skinny frame and miniscule cock reminds me how you were the laughingstock of the showers. I also remember you thought yourself a cut above the rest of us but how we all used to take the piss out of you."




Journal Extracts Ch. 23



Naked himself now Alan flaunted his erection at me before Marie dropped to her knees and took it between her lips.

"Not such a stuck up brat now are you, with your wife sucking my cock," Alan jeered.

For several minutes I watched Marie sucking his penis and balls, aware of his smirking face watching me the whole time.

"Ah yes, revenge is sweet indeed," he said eventually.

Telling Marie to lie on the end of the bed and bend her knees right back and far apart, Alan stood beside me to enjoy the view.

"Look at your wife's cunt, all wet and open for me," he taunted. "But I'm in no hurry; after all I can enjoy it whenever I want."

Yet again I groaned, more through frustration than anything else. With hands under her knees holding them doubled back and wide apart Marie was fully exposed to our gaze. Alan advanced and standing to the side ensuring I could see, tickled my wife's anus with a finger tip, making her squeal excitedly. He laughed at my facial expression before kneeling to kiss Marie's bottom while continuing to tease her anal opening with a finger.

"Hmm, this really is a nice sexy little hole. I'm really looking forward to stretching it open with my cock with you watching."

Abruptly standing he returned to my side.

"Now I'm going to take great pleasure in fucking your wife in front of you, filling her cunt with my cock. A nice revenge on you for grassing me up," he jeered, waving his erect penis at me.

"No!" I exclaimed involuntarily.

"Oh yes," Alan taunted. "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy shooting my load deep inside your pretty little wife."

With that he promptly mounted her, my wife's ecstatic yell as his penis slammed into her the cause of his exultant laughter. With Marie's legs now pinned back by his shoulders Alan fucked her furiously, my wife's joyous cries ringing out. Secured by the handcuffs I could do nothing but watch Alan's broad backside humping up and down rapidly as he fucked my wife.

With a suddenness which surprised me and drew a disappointed wail from Marie he withdrew, and running to the rear of the stepladder undid the cords holding my knees before unlocking the handcuffs. A merciful release that didn't last long. Before I realised what was happening Alan had forced me to my knees and again clamped the handcuffs on my wrists behind the stepladder.

Kneeling beside me Alan looked at the bed where a clearly frustrated Marie waited.

"Yes, that should do it. I want you to be able to see my cock drilling your wife's cunt," he hissed in my ear. "Afterwards I'm going to enjoy wiping my slimy cock all over your face and making you suck it."

Quick as a flash he was on top of her again and Marie's cry when his penis drove into her was one of relief.

"Can you see it; can you see my cock penetrating your wife?" 

"Yes," I groaned, my involuntary response clearly pleasing Alan.

"Good, keep watching because this is something you'll be seeing a lot of. I'm looking forward to forcing you to watch the many occasions I fuck your wife." 

It goes without saying that I continued to watch Alan's humping buttocks and his penis driving in and out of my wife but there was more to come. Again he withdrew but this time Marie's frustrated wail changed to one of delight when he told her to go on top.

"I want hubby to see how much you like riding my cock."

Their positions reversed Marie eagerly lowered her self onto Alan's erection.

"Now I can watch your wife's lovely little tits wobbling about while we fuck," Alan twisted to look round her body at me. "And you can see my cock buried to the hilt up her cunt."

Indeed I could, and I watched my wife enthusiastically riding Alan's thrusting penis with considerable envy. It's been many years now, nearly seven in fact, since I've enjoyed that pleasure!

"Tell me what you can see," he suddenly called.

I hesitated but said eventually, "Your penis sliding in and out of Marie's vagina."

"You always were a fastidious prude at school. Repeat it using four letter words and refer to Marie as your wife."

This time there was even more hesitation before I haltingly said, "I can see your cock driving in and out of my wife's cunt."

Laughing exultantly Alan told me to repeat it and continue doing so until they'd finished.

"I can see your cock driving in and out of my wife's cunt," I said, my voice sounding hoarse as I kept up the mantra-like refrain.

"I can see your cock driving in and out of my wife's cunt. I can see your cock driving in and out of my wife's cunt. I can see your cock driving,,,," 

Suddenly my refrain was interrupted by Alan shouting triumphantly, "And now I'm shooting my load deep inside her, filling your wife's cunt with my spunk. What do you think of that?"

My loud involuntary groan brought forth another peal of his exultant laughter before Alan said, "I think I'll put you through the ringer like this fairly often in future. It's good to see and hear you squirm."

Marie departed for a shower directly it was over and fortunately missed Alan's final act of the day. Standing in front of me, legs apart, the grinning Alan rubbed his penis back and forth across my face.

"There, can you smell your wife's cunt on my cock?"

"Yes," I groaned before the bastard forced his penis into my mouth.

"There you pathetic sod, suck my cock fresh from your wife's cunt."

I automatically did as he said, Alan's exultant laughter ringing out. Then he knelt and cupped my balls in his hand. "I've had great fun tormenting you today, getting my own back, so will time my visits to your lovely little wife for when you're here in future," he said, giving my balls a vicious squeeze. 

I screamed and Alan malicious laughter rang out before he said, "I'm going to really put you through the ringer, tie you up and force you to watch every time I have your wife."

He left soon after, but with the promise of an early return and with a whip, not only leaving me feeling drained and humiliated by what had taken place, but apprehensive for the future.



Journal Extracts Ch. 24



SATURDAY, JUNE 26, 2010.

As is usual on these occasions Marie's ebullient spirits made it plain she knew what to expect while I, also as usual, remained in the dark. I'd been instructed to pick Miss W and Max up from his house having been told only that another of my wife's fantasies was about to be enacted. Marie wore a sleeveless top, rather low cut, and the inevitable short skirt. Her legs were bare, the day being a hot one.

With Max and Miss W in the back I drove to his instructions, eventually finding myself on a very quiet road I was familiar with from years back.

"Stop!" he called suddenly and reaching over to squeeze my wife's thigh, added, "This is where you get out, it's about to start. Excited?"

"God yes!" Marie exclaimed, opening the car door.

She began walking along the road away from the car and I looked quizzically at Max.

"We'll just sit here and wait," he said, a grin on his face.

There was virtually no traffic on the quiet country road as we watched Marie walking away from us, the sight of her short skirted figure and swaying bottom producing the inevitable erection.

The silence was broken by a noisy pick-up truck with a couple of old washing machines on the back driving by us, followed by a large dark blue and battered looking van, both vehicles stopping just beyond Marie.

"Looks like traveller's eh, Perkins?" Max said.

I nodded and he went on, "I seem to recall you don't like travellers."

"They're alright," I muttered, noncommittal.

"They're alright but not living near your premises. It was mainly through your objections that the traveller site proposed for the outskirts of the industrial estate, next door to your works in fact, was scuppered in favour of the more residential area where it wouldn't impinge on your sensibilities."

I said nothing to that, Max knew full well the stance I'd taken on the issue and the strings I'd pulled to affect the outcome of an enquiry.

With Marie's quickening pace taking her ever closer to the vehicles I saw a number of men climbing out of them, their appearance confirming in my mind that they were indeed members of the travelling community. When she drew close to the van words were clearly exchanged but we were to far away to hear. However, the rear doors of the van opened and more guys appeared. The newcomers seized my wife and almost before I realised what was happening threw her roughly into the back of the van, a couple of guys following her in. Before the doors closed I caught a glimpse of my excited looking wife on the van floor, her skirt having ridden up on landing, pink knickers fully exposed to the guys.

The vehicles moving off Max told me to follow them. Not for long though, both pick- up truck and van soon turning off the road onto a track leading into a small wood. On Max's instructions I followed and parked behind the van.

"Out you get. Let's see what's going on," the grinning Max said.

I followed him over to the rear doors of the van and with a sense of foreboding looked in through one of the small windows.

It had only been a matter of minutes but already my wife had been stripped naked by the men, a sight which clearly delighted Miss W. 

Altogether there were nine of them, far too many for the van to hold, and so most joined us to watch through the windows.

"Get your kit off ready for a turn lads. Hubby here will hold your pants while you all do the business with his wife," Miss W urged.

Laughing, the travellers divested themselves of trousers and underpants which were handed to me and I soon found myself in the humiliating position of holding a large heap of clothing belonging to the guys queuing up to fuck my wife.

Through the window I could now see a broad and powerful looking backside rising and falling steadily between Marie's thighs, just about all I could see of her other than her hands at the sides, a penis in each.

The men succeeded one another and Miss W hissed in my ear, "This is only for starters. Once these lads have finished with your wife she'll be taken to the Spinney traveller site where others will be able to do as they want with the slut."

Feeling decidedly foolish I remained in the ignominious position of holding the men's trousers and underpants while one after the other they climbed into the van to have sex with my wife.

Once all nine had fucked her, a very hot and sweaty looking Marie was lifted from the van and carried a bit further into the wood. Placed upright facing a sapling, Marie's wrists were tied to it quite low down, the reason for that becoming apparent when her ankles were yanked backwards until my wife's body was at a right angle to the tree. The rough treatment and the position she found herself in clearly excited Marie who squealed almost hysterically as her feet were forced apart and held there by a metal bar, the ends of which were strapped to each ankle

Marie appeared exhilarated by her helplessness as many hands groped her sweaty body. Fingers pinched and pulled at my wife's nipples while others were thrust roughly in and out of both vagina and anus.

"Look at the spunk running down your wife's thighs from the sluts overflowing cunt," Miss W taunted. "Now it's the turn of her bum hole to be opened up, ready for the scores of lads waiting to do her at the traveller site."

Max dragged me forward to make sure I could see as the first of them, the same broad powerful looking guy who went first in the van, drove his penis into my wife's anus with a force that made her yell. Leaning over her he grabbed Marie's breasts as he bum fucked her with the same steady rhythm as he'd done it to her in the more conventional way earlier. 

My wife's yells and screams rang out in the woodland as penis after penis drove into her anus, clearly delighting Miss W who taunted her that this was merely the hors d'oeuvre for the main course still to come. However, I think that both Max and I knew her screams were of excited anticipation at the prospect of being used and abused by lots more men, than anything else.

Five of the travellers had anal intercourse with my wife and it seemed to be at an end, or perhaps I hoped it was.

"Right lads, back in the van with the bitch and take her to the Spinney," Miss W commanded in her usual imperious tone.

Marie squealed excitedly as she was manhandled to the van and thrown roughly into the back of it. It moved off, as did the pick-up but in the opposite direction, and at Max's orders I followed the van, driving towards the traveller site with a sense of foreboding. At the entrance to the traveller site a rough looking guy stepped into the road and on recognising Max greeted him. 

"This the bastard who doesn't like our kind is it?" he said, turning his attention to me.

"Yes, is his wife here?" Max said.

"Oh yea, the boys are stringing her up as planned. A good looking piece."

"Good, let's go and see!" Miss W jumped from the car and headed towards a derelict house on the edge of the traveller site, abandoned as I knew, by the owners at the time it was set up.

Max and I followed and we heard Miss W's exultant laughter long before we entered the door less house, her laughter drawing us to what would have been the lounge. In the musty-smelling room with flaking paintwork, I gasped at the sight which greeted us. My naked wife was hanging upside down, her ankles secured far apart to hooks in the ceiling. Marie's fingertips just about brushed the floor, her long curly hair cascading down between her hanging arms. Suspended there, legs held wide apart by the hooks, Marie plainly revelled in her helplessness.

There were a number of travellers in the room one of who bent his head between her thighs to inhale deeply.

"What a smelly cunt!" he exclaimed, continuing to sniff.

"Of course it is she's just been fucked nine times, the slag's a whore," Miss W told him. "You're all getting it for free though."

"This one game as well is she?" an oldish looking guy said to Max, catching Miss W by surprise as he yanked her skirt up.

"Stop them Max!" Miss W appealed as another guy pulled her tights and knickers down to her knees.

Max watched for a few seconds, a faint smile on his face, and only called a halt when one of the men forced a hand between the screaming Miss W's thighs.

A flustered Miss W quickly pulled her knickers and tights back up before approaching my helpless wife and bringing her hand sharply down between her thighs.

"That was your fault bitch," she told Marie and proceeded to spank her buttocks, the travellers clearly enjoying the spectacle.

As Marie's howls rang out, the room seemed to fill even more, and there must have been ten or more guys watching by the time Miss W had finished venting her spleen.

"Cut her down and take her upstairs for the next instalment," Miss W told them before kneeling to hiss in Marie's ear, her voice barely heard above the hubbub, "Now your going to be fucked by scores of guys, cock after cock drilling your sluttish cunt and bum hole. You won't know what day it is by the time they've finished with you."

Released from her ignominious and uncomfortable position Marie was carried from the room with the noise of many feet clattering up the uncarpeted staircase as she was borne aloft. The three of us followed but at the door leading to what would have been the main bedroom found it impossible to get inside.

"Clear a path boys, we want the Councillor to see every thing that happens to his wife, don't we now."

At Max's words a gap opened up and I saw Marie tied to a bed, but tied in an awkward looking way. Each of my wife's ankles was tied to a corresponding wrist thus doubling her up, but with the cord looped over a slat of the wooden headboard first. Not only were her legs kept very wide apart, much to the delight of Miss W, but the slightest movement of an ankle had the effect of jerking the corresponding wrist. Marie was completely helpless again and with perhaps ten or twelve guys eagerly dropping trousers and underpants in the bedroom while others waited on the stairs, obviously in a very highly charged state.

The first of them mounted my wife and her loud yell when his penis drove into her seemed one of release.

"For most women, certainly with any self respect, what's happening to Marie would be a fate worse than death," Max commented as we watched the succession of guys mounting her.

"Not for his slut wife, the slag loves it," Miss W said contemptuously, Marie's ecstatic cries ringing out as penis after penis drove into her.

"I hope your keeping score," Max said but I wasn't, my eyes glued hypnotically on the succession of backsides humping up and down between my wife's thighs.

"Well that's fourteen," Max told me as a sweating guy heaved himself off to be replaced immediately by another. "And don't forget she's already had nine in the van."

"Hold it," Miss W called when the fifteenth heaved himself off. "Untie her some of you."

I thought it was over but my relief was short lived. They untied her but Marie's respite was also short lived when Miss W yelled, "Tie her wrists to the bedposts lads, then double the slut's legs back to tie her ankles the same."

My wife's squeals and cries when numerous hands tied her up in the position Miss W said were more in relief that it was continuing than anguish I noted. She was immobilised almost bent double, legs forced wide apart. Hands mauled my wife's breasts, others her bottom, fingers invading vagina and anus, Marie being helpless to stop them even if she wanted to.

"A choice of holes lads, take your pick but I want to see lots of you do her up the bum. Really give it to her hard lads, I want to see cock after cock pounding the slag's bum hole," Miss W yelled hysterically and seemed disappointed when the first of the travellers to mount my wife in the new position drove his penis into her already overflowing vagina.

Miss W's disappointment didn't last long however as the next of them did indeed drive his penis deep inside my wife's anus, a wail breaking from her lips.

"Yes! This is more like it," Miss W yelled jubilantly as the traveller bum fucked Marie vigorously.

"There are guys still queuing up on the stairs, I'd better make a note which of your wife's holes they use," a grinning Max said when the next of them also opted for her anus.

"You count how many use the whore's cunt, I'll keep a check on her bum hole. I hope my score's higher than yours," Miss W said.

The next, choosing anal intercourse delighted her, as did the long queue of travellers waiting their turn.

Miss W's laughter sounded almost evil at times as we watched the succession of guys mounting my wife, some fucking her vaginally but most using her anus.

"That's ten," she crowed. "How many have you got?"

"Only four."

Max's reply delighted Miss W whose exultant laughter rang out again as yet another penis drove into my wife's anus. And the room was still full of guys waiting to take a turn although at least the throng on the stairs had thinned out.

"Right boys, take the Councillor back downstairs, strip him naked and do as we planned," Max said when it was finally over.

Ignoring my protests the travellers manhandled me down the stairs and tore my clothes off. Then I found myself being lifted and strung up exactly as Marie had been earlier but with the advantage of being taller my hands touched the ground and so I was able to at least partially alleviate an uncomfortable position. 

Next, seven or eight guys urinated over me, the urine running down my suspended body to form a pool on the floor below. Released, I was lowered to the floor where I lay in the pool of their urine. There was more to come though. With hands holding me down others then urinated on me.

"That's it boys use the bastards face as a toilet," Max said, giving my testicles a slap.

I yelled, presumably his intention, because my mouth immediately filled with urine. I spat it out only for a large traveller to kneel over my face and roughly force my mouth open. His rather smelly penis brushed my face before he began urinating into my open mouth.

"Drink it down Councillor," he snarled, and almost gagging I had no choice, laughter ringing out as I swallowed.

Two more travellers urinated into my mouth before they all appeared to have finished. Not my ordeal however.

"Good, you've got the emasculator. Castrate the bastard," a voice said and feeling cold steel touching my inner thighs I screamed.

"That's it boys take his bollocks off. They're of no use to him," Max shouted.

Feeling the cold metal of the fearsome looking emasculator on my testicles I screamed continuously, begging them not to do it.

"OK Councillor we'll leave your balls in place but only if you agree to bring your missus back here whenever we want to make use of her," the large traveller said.

"Yes, yes, anything," I wailed desperately.

"Look at the pathetic wimp, he's blubbing," Miss W jeered as I sobbed with relieve when the metal implement was withdrawn from my testicles.

Of course Miss W was jubilant, reminding me of my promise to the large traveller.

"Your slut wife is theirs to use as they want," she taunted when I staggered to my feet. "You're committed to deliver the whore to them whenever they say."

The tears were still running down my face as I was again strung upside down from the hooks.

"Right boys use your belts and anything else that comes to hand on him," Max said.

"Yea, let's flay the bastards arse," from the large traveller.

It was Max who set the example, beating my buttocks three or four times with his belt.

Others followed and I was soon yelling continuously as a succession of traveller's thrashed my buttocks, some using belts, others sticks. Finally several of them stubbed their cigarettes out on my already tortured bottom.

Dressed but in agony I was carried from the derelict house and thrown on to the floor in the rear of my car. Marie was already there, laying along the back seat her clothes in tatters. Looking very hot and sweaty my wife lay with legs flung wide, the smell emanating from her nether regions filling the car.

"Open the windows Max. Get rid of the stench from the slag's gaping cunt," Miss W said.

Max drove my car from the traveller site with every jolt from the rutted track making me yell with pain, something which clearly delighted the pair of them.

"Do you want to know the final score?" Miss W turned in her seat to ask.

Well I didn't really but Marie replied in the affirmative. However it was to me that Miss W turned. 

"Your wife was fucked by twenty three guys in the house which with the nine who did her in the wood, makes thirty two. Best of all is the fact that nineteen guys did the slag up the bum," she crowed.

"That's only the start," Max cut in. "Your wife will be driven back here whenever any of the travellers want to make use of her. And you'll do the chauffeuring otherwise I'll let them castrate you, get rid of your useless shrivelled up little balls."

"Might as well take his little boy's cock off while your at it, all he ever does is play with it while his slut wife screws around," Miss W jeered while I gritted my teeth.



Journal Extracts Ch. 25



MONDAY, JULY 19, 2010.

Arrived home to find the car I've come to know and dread parked on the drive. Alan came out as I approached and said in a loud voice, "Five minutes earlier and you'd have seen me fucking your wife on the dining room table."

Insolently slamming the front door in my face he pushed me aside and went on his way laughing, while I was left on the step fumbling for my keys and hoping the neighbours hadn't heard his words. His threat of forcing me to watch whenever they have sex has fortunately failed to materialize.

TUESDAY, JULY 20, 2010.

Alan's car here yet again when I came home. This is really getting too much. Today I met him in the hallway, doing his trousers up as he descended the stairs, a smug grin on his face.

"I'm on a fortnight's holiday so will be able to enjoy your wife's body every day," he told me, swaggering to the door.

SATURDAY, JULY 24, 2010.

I suppose it was inevitable that Alan would turn up at some stage today and he arrived soon after lunch.

"Where's the stepladder?" he snapped at me.

I replied that having finished the decorating I'd returned the stepladder to its normal location in the garage. Alan admonished me for not leaving it in the house and when I protested about not wanting it cluttering up the place, yelled, "Shut up you worm. Fetch the stepladder and carry it up to the bedroom."

Remembering Alan's unpredictable and volatile temper from school all my old fears of him came rushing back and I hastened out to the garage. Carrying the stepladder into the bedroom I found them on the bed, my wife's very short skirt up around her waist and with Alan's hand inside her knickers. Marie's own hand was busy inside his open fly.

"Set the stepladder up same as before then strip naked," Alan barked and I again hastened to carry out his orders.

Naked, I was secured to the stepladder exactly as I had been nine weeks earlier, wrists handcuffed behind it, knees tied to the uprights. Satisfied with his handiwork Alan leisurely undressed, taunting me about my wife being his to do as he wanted with.

"And there's absolutely fuck all you can do about it," he jeered. "This time I've remembered to bring my riding crop so as to thrash your backside after I've enjoyed Marie's bodily charms." 

"Surely you've humiliated me enough," I begged, my bottom hardly recovered from the beating it had received from the travellers.

"Oh no, this is just the start. I'm going to fuck your wife and whip your arse time and time again in the coming months but you've got no one to grass me up to nowadays have you," he jeered sadistically.

Removing his underpants Alan held them up to my nose telling me he'd deliberately worn the same pair for several days.

"Smell a bit do they?"

I tried to turn my face away, confirmation enough, but the bastard forced his smelly underpants into my mouth.

"Suck on my piss stained pants and don't dare spit them out or I'll give your balls a good hard squeeze. Might even put them in the vice I saw in your shed while fucking Marie out there," he threatened, cupping my testicles in his hand and squeezing lightly to make sure I got the message.

Alan had always been a malicious and sadistic bastard at school and I didn't doubt he'd carry out his threat. I certainly made very sure that his smelly underpants remained in my mouth until Alan himself removed them, some forty minutes later. First though I had to watch his activities with Marie.

"This is the next stage of my revenge," he jeered. "Today you're going to watch me enjoying anal intercourse with your very sexy wife. I've never known anyone who likes it up the bum the way Marie does."

Tied naked helpless and vulnerable to the stepladder I could do nothing, not even groan for fear of dislodging Alan's smelly underpants from my mouth, as he very slowly stripped my wife. He was leering at me the whole time he undressed her. Then, flashing me a triumphant and evil looking grin, Alan lowered his face between my wife's thighs and she was soon squealing happily. The smug bastard brought my wife to orgasm surprisingly quickly, his tongue at work on her clitoris, fingers teasing her anus, Marie's joyous cries echoing round the bedroom.

"There, now you've seen for yourself how much your wife likes the feel of my tongue on her cunt," he jeered, raising his face from between her thighs. "Next you can see how much she likes sucking my cock and balls."

Marie immediately went to work, taking Alan's penis between her lips and running her fingers over his balls.

Alan's smile was one of triumph and he jeered, "You've got an hard on but mine's the cock your wife likes to feel up her cunt and bum."

I struggled in vain against my bonds, not really knowing why, as I continued to watch Marie licking and sucking Alan's penis and balls. For his part he watched me the whole time, a supercilious and triumphant grin on his face, plainly enjoying my discomfort.

"Now we must find the best position to make sure you get a good clear view of my cock drilling your sexy wife's anus," Alan said, climbing from the bed.

First he positioned Marie kneeling on the edge of the bed, sideways on from me, and after checking my viewpoint dragged the stepladder with me secured to it, a little to the left and closer. To my relief he then removed his smelly underpants from my mouth.

He was ready and spreading my wife's buttocks Alan dribbled a copious amount of spittle down on to the crevice between them.

"Now tell me exactly what you see, same as you did a few weeks ago," he snapped, erect penis in hand clearly about to penetrate Marie's anus.

"I can see your penis beginning to enter my wife's anus," I stuttered reluctantly.

"Good, continue describing what you see and don't forget the words I want to hear you say."

"I can see that your cock is nearly fully inside my wife's anus now," I responded.

"Good, carry on."

Alan was jubilant as he began bum fucking Marie.

"I can see your cock driving in and out of my wife's anus and she clearly loves it."

I don't know why I felt the need to humiliate myself further by adding the embellishment but it evidently pleased Alan who urged me to continue in similar vein.

"I can clearly see your cock driving in and out of my wife's anus, fully penetrating her with every thrust, and Marie very obviously loves every minute of it."

Over excited now Alan's buttocks were clenching and he yelled, "Yes, yes."

"Your cock's buried to the hilt inside my wife's anus and your coming deep inside her," I gasped, sweat pouring down my helpless body and desperate to stimulate my own erect penis.

"That was brilliant. I'm definitely going to make you give a running commentary again in future," Alan gasped.

Turning Marie round to face away from me he again spread her buttocks.

"There, now you can see my spunk in and around your wife's gaping bum hole," Alan crowed jubilantly. 

"Fetch a bowl of warm water, you can wash my cock and balls," he said, releasing me from the stepladder. "When you've done that you can fetch the riding crop from the boot of my car so I can give your arse a good thrashing."

Still erect, a fact which aroused Alan's contempt, I meekly turned to do his bidding, the guy's triumphant laughter following me to the bathroom.

I've washed guy's genitals following their sex sessions with my wife a number of times before but now found it the most humiliating experience of my life, doing it to the old school bully. Alan just laid back, a satisfied and supercilious smile on his face, while I soaped his penis and balls, his occasional jibes and jeers not to mention the taunting reminders about the riding crop making my humiliation and anguish infinitely worse.

"I can honestly say this is the best day of my life," Alan told me while I dried his genitals. "To have you wash my equipment after I've bum fucked your wife in front of you is revenge indeed. And in a few minutes my revenge will be sweeter still when I thrash your arse and make you scream while all the time remembering that your wife's mine to fuck whenever I want."

Hands behind his head, Alan lay back on my bed smiling up at me as I stood towel in hand, my ignominious task complete. "Now go and fetch the riding crop from the boot of my car. While we're waiting I'll enjoy the feel of your wife's mouth on my cock again." 

And when I returned carrying the fearsome looking implement that's precisely what she was doing. Alan secured me to the stepladder again but this time facing it so that I was bending slightly forward. Then he stood in front of me flexing the riding crop and to my shame I found myself trembling at the sight of it. Holding the taped handle Alan brushed my face with the triangular shaped leather paddle taunting me about what he was going to do to me.

"Your pathetic little cock's still hard I see. After I've thrashed your backside I'll let you play with yourself for our entertainment," he said, prodding my erection with the crop.

"I'll warm his bum up a bit, ready for you!" Marie said, much to my annoyance and Alan's delight.

She began spanking me and I howled, more in anguish that she could join my enemy in his chastisement and humiliation of me, than the pain. Alan of course encouraged my wife in her spanking of me, soon suggesting his belt when she complained that her hand was stinging. Not as much as my backside, I thought bitterly.

"I am enjoying this!" Alan exclaimed, flourishing the crop in my face while lightly squeezing my balls to make me howl.

I gritted my teeth; devastated by the vindictive way Marie seemed to be thrashing my backside, inwardly cringing at the ignominy of my wife joining so enthusiastically in Alan's desire for revenge.

"There, his bum's glowing. Really lay into it with your riding crop," Marie told him.

"I will that," Alan said yanking my head up to spit in my face. "I'll show the wimp no mercy as I flay the skin from his arse."

"Oh God!" I groaned.

Adding to my anguish, pain and sense of total humiliation, my wife was laughing and calling encouragement as Alan began beating my backside. On and on it went and I was yelling and screaming in pain almost continuously. True to his word he ignored all my pleas for mercy as he continued to thrash my tortured buttocks, only stopping I suspect when his arm ached. The sweat poured from my body and I sobbed, sinking to the floor when he released me from the stepladder.

"There, that's reduced you to the snivelling worm you are," Alan sneered. "Now play with your little cock for our amusement."

There were on the bed then with me kneeling on the floor at the foot of it.

"Lay back, spread your legs and let the pathetic creature have a wank while looking at the promised land," Alan said, Marie of course slipping a pillow beneath her bottom before doing so.

I immediately began masturbating, I could have done no other, staring between Marie's wide spread legs.

"That's right look at the cunt that's mine for the asking and play with your little cock, you wanker," Alan jeered.

I did just that but as I stared at my wife's vulva, the lips swollen and gaping following her very rampant sex life, my thought's were on the hundreds of men who have fucked her. Groaning, I quickly came.

"Good, now bugger off and take a walk or something. I'm going to fuck your wife and leave my spunk deep inside her, unlike you who can only come in your hand."

Washed and dressed I made for the stairs, Alan calling after me, "Lock the door on your way out and don't come back 'till my car's gone."

My buttocks on fire I left the house but glanced back up to the bedroom window just as Alan looked out. Perhaps he'd been waiting because he scornfully stuck two fingers up at me and grinned. Feeling belittled I walked away from the house, knowing there would be no point in trying to sit down anywhere!

* * * SATURDAY, AUGUST 7, 2010.

From Miss W's jubilant manner when we arrived at Max's house earlier this afternoon I knew they had something special planned that would involve yet more degrading treatment of Marie and I.

They relaxed in the back of my car while I drove to Max's directions, eventually finding myself on the narrow road between Carlton and Felmesham, an area very familiar to me from childhood, having been taken fishing there by my father many times.

We were approaching Daisy Bank, a small pull-in which over the years has become a little known picnic spot overlooking the river Ouse, and Max told me to turn into it. I pointed out that a large white van blocked the entrance making it impossible to turn in.

"Sound your horn," he commanded and when I did so the van promptly moved forward allowing me to drive into the picnic area.

If I'd felt surprise at the speed with which the van had moved aside I was even more surprised when it immediately reversed to completely block the entrance again. A number of youths were scattered between the two picnic tables and with the van now stationary others climbed from it to join them. Somewhat bemused I looked at Max quizzically.

"Today you'll watch your wife being taken roughly and forcibly by this group of louts. In effect Marie will be gang raped, but naturally she's looking forward to it," he told me. "Another of her fantasies becoming reality."

Marie was already alighting from the car, her excitement plain.

"Look at the slut, she's like a bitch on heat at the prospect of lots more cock," Miss W sneered contemptuously.

"Found the spot alright then lads?" Max asked, also alighting.

"Yea, no problem. This the tart then?" one of them replied, leering at my wife.

Marie, in white top and clearly braless, a dark skirt buttoned down the full length of the front, had already seated herself on the end of one of the picnic tables, literally oozing sexuality.

"That's right she's yours to do as you want with in front of her wimp husband, isn't that right Perkins?"

I just nodded knowing I had no choice in the matter but irritated that he'd used my real name in front of the youth's who were all plainly local, some of who could even be from our own village, something I tentatively put to Miss W. Mostly shaven headed, some wearing hooded tops, it was difficult to differentiate one from the other and it wasn't beyond the bounds of possibility that some of them knew me.

"That's something you'll have to wonder about," she teased.

"You know the score Kevin, fuck the arse off the slut and show her no mercy. She's gagging for it," Max said to a youth who seemed to be the ringleader.

By this time a couple of youths had pushed Marie onto her back on the table where a third eagerly yanked her top up fully exposing my wife's breasts.

"Have you got a rug or something, the tables pretty worn and dirty?" Kevin asked.

"It doesn't matter about that. Just get the slag's knickers off and give it to her." Miss W shouted through the car window, adding maliciously, "If the slut gets a few splinters in her bum so much the better."

It was true that the picnic tables looked well past their sell by date, filthy and mildewed with patches of a green mould-like substance on parts of the jagged and pitted woodwork. It was also true that Marie was in a very highly charged state at the prospect of being taken on the table by the group of jostling youths.

Her skirt seemed to be both pushed up and unbuttoned at the same time, youths practically fighting one another to get at her. Several buttons were simply torn from the skirt but my wife was plainly in her element to be manhandled by so many.

"Another nine cocks to drill the slag's cunt," Miss W hissed gleefully in my ear. "These unemployed yobs and layabouts, all young and virile, will pound the bitch's smelly cunt roughly and repeatedly. And the best bit is that you're paying them five hundred pounds to do it."

I looked at her in horror, and laughing Miss W went on, "Why do you think Max told you to bring your cheque book. You'll also have the bill for the van hire to take care of."

Despite the shock of her words I was more focused on the sight of my wife stretched out on the table, her white, almost transparent knickers fully exposed. An erotic sight indeed.

"Get the wimp out of the car, I want him to see everything these yobs do to his wife," Max hissed, his head inside the car window presumably so the youths wouldn't hear his derogatory description. "These louts are the scum of the earth and you're going to watch while they take turns with your wife."

Once out of the car I was pulled across towards the first of the picnic tables where two of the youths were sucking my wife's nipples. I found myself staring at the dark mound of Marie's pubic hair, clearly visible through the almost transparent material. Many hands were on her thighs, fingers worming their way inside my wife's knickers.

"Come on boys, off with her knickers and give her what for. We can't block the picnic area indefinitely," Max urged.

"Yes just rip the pants off the bitch, they're barely covering her sluttish well-used hole anyway," Miss W added, the venom in her voice surprising even Max.

Her words did the trick though and Miss W laughed exultantly when my wife's knickers were ripped from her body and her legs yanked incredibly wide apart. The youths crowded round, their jeers and catcalls as they stared at my wife's very exposed vagina delighting Miss W.

"Hells bells, but her cunt looks wet and open!" Kevin exclaimed above the hubbub.

"Of course it is, the slag's had more pricks than a pin cushion," Miss W sneered.

She was in command now, Max just smiling when Miss W threw Kevin some cord and told him to tie Marie down to the table, bum perched on the edge of it.

"Force the slut's legs as wide apart as possible and tie them to the table legs," she urged, smiling happily to see the rough way in which the youths carried out her instructions.

Miss W joined Max and I as we stared between Marie's wide spread legs. The way the youths manhandled my wife, tying her down with legs forced incredibly wide apart exactly as Miss W had said, clearly excited her. So too did the sight of all the youths speedily stripping off.

"Go to it lads, fuck the slag into submission. Show her no mercy while you repeatedly drill the slut's sewer-hole cunt. I want to hear her scream," an almost hysterical Miss W shouted.

Kevin went first, standing between Marie's wide forced legs to drive his penis into her. My wife's joyous cry hardly met with Miss W's approval, her intention plainly one of causing pain and humiliation. However as the youths succeeded one another, my wife wriggling and squirming on the table as they fucked her, the tone of Marie's cries began to change.

"Oh the splinters!" She yelled at one point, prompting Miss W's evil sounding laugh.

With the youths continuing to take turns fucking my wife, the thrusting movements of her buttocks on the rough table elicited more and more yelps of pain, plainly delighting Miss W who chortled maliciously.

"The slag's bum will be a mass of splinters!" 

When all nine youths had fucked my wife Miss W exhorted them to roll her over. Willing hands flipped Marie over onto her tummy and the sight of her bottom, the skin torn and splintered, some of the splinters oozing blood, clearly delighted Miss W who promptly gave Marie's rump a vicious slap. 

"Ow," Marie yelled.

"Turn the cow back over lads and roll her about on the table. Let's give her some more splinters. I want to hear the slag howl with pain," Miss W yelled maliciously.

She did too! Marie's howls and cries were pitiful to hear as the youths rolled her roughly back and forth across the table, driving even more splinters into her already tortured flesh.

"That'll teach the bitch, just throw her on the ground where she belongs and if any of you need the toilet she's it, pee all over the slut," Miss W urged hysterically.




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Marie was dumped unceremoniously on the grass, howling when her splintered bottom hit the ground. Then, and to Miss W's delight, several of the youths began urinating over my wife. Marie made no attempt to avoid the streams of urine descending on to her body other than to close her mouth and eyes. The first two or three, having relieved themselves, moved aside but others quickly took their place. Suddenly kneeling beside her head, perhaps remembering what had been done to me at the traveller site, Miss W pressed Marie's cheeks and held her nose, thus forcing my wife's mouth open. "Pee in her gaping maw lads, use the slag's mouth as a urinal!" Miss W yelled hysterically.

"No no," I gasped moving forward only to be grabbed and held by Max and Kevin.

All I could do was watch helplessly as several more youths urinated over my wife, most aiming for her mouth at some point and Miss W laughing evilly as she repeatedly forced Marie to swallow. All but Kevin having urinated over Marie, Miss W forced her pee soaked fingers into my wife's mouth ordering her to lick them.

"Right, back up on the table with the cow," Miss W said briskly.

"No, not more!" I exclaimed, concerned about Marie's tortured looking bottom.

"But yes," crowed Miss W. "At least one of the lads is ready for seconds."

She pointed at Kevin, still assisting Max in holding me, and who sported a full erection prompted by watching his mates urinating over my wife.

Laughing happily Miss W watched as a number of youths seized Marie and showing her little regard plonked her down roughly onto the picnic table.

"Aarhg!" 

Again Miss W's evil sounding laugh rang out as my wife screamed in pain.

"Go on then lads give it to the bitch again. Pound her cunt for all your worth."

Kevin sprang forward and as he drove his penis into her, eliciting more wild screams from Marie, Max whispered in my ear, "Once the louts have finished with your wife I'm going to get them to drape you over the front of the car, hold you down, and take their belts to your arse. Then, to complete your humiliation, you'll write them the cheque for five hundred pounds."

Which is precisely what happened. With trousers and underpants down I was forced over the bonnet of my car where willing hands held me down. Then my buttocks, barely recovered from Alan's thrashing of two weeks ago, received another severe beating as several youths beat me with their belts. Finally I had to suffer the indignity of writing them the cheque for five hundred pounds while Kevin emptied my wallet of cash to pay the van hire, Max's triumphant laugh accompanying my writing.

My final humiliation of the day was being forced to suck Max's penis in front of the nine laughing and jeering yobs.



Journal Extracts Ch. 26



SUNDAY, AUGUST 22, 2010.

A bombshell! Today I made a truly shocking and totally unexpected discovery. Well revelation really. In the heat of an argument Marie suddenly revealed that Doug was not in fact her first lover! Contrary to what I've always thought my wife was far from happy and contented during the early years of our marriage and equally, far from the innocent I've always supposed her to be at that time. OK she was a virgin when we married, her strict catholic upbringing precluding any hint of sex before marriage, but it transpires that Marie was unfaithful to me with a number of guys before Doug.

Humiliatingly, it turns out that a waiter at the hotel in Hastings where we spent our honeymoon seduced my new wife just twenty four hours into our marriage and actually bedded her in the bridal suite, which I'd perhaps rather pretentiously booked, while I was out exploring Pevensey castle! 

The waiter must have been laughing up his sleeve as he continued to fuck my wife daily for the duration of our fortnights honeymoon; Marie's frigidity towards myself during that time, I put down to her lack of interest in sex. No wonder the bastard grinned, almost choking on a drink, when I gave him a large tip and thanked him for his very attentive service during our stay!

It now transpires, again contrary to what I've always thought, that our first act of lovemaking had left my wife both frustrated and exasperated. An easy pray for the randy waiter on Sunday afternoon who was only to keen to give my wife the satisfaction she failed to find with me.

Worse, and even more horrifying, is the revelation that Marie had an affair with Gerald, who I've always regarded as my closest friend. It turns out that for something like six years my 'best friend' was regularly bedding my wife! The affair only ended when Gerald, perhaps due to delayed action guilt at deceiving me with Marie, or more likely fear that his own newly acquired second wife would find out, brought it to a close.

Other men my wife had sex with in those early years include a shop assistant, a guy who chatted her up in a café, a guy who stopped to help when she had a car problem and even a delivery driver in the marital bed. Marie's casual attitude to all these encounters shocked me. No wonder Doug found it easy to seduce my wife, twelve guys having done so before him. I was working long hours building up the business blissfully unaware of my wife's adulterous lifestyle.



WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 25, 2010

At the council meeting tonight I eyed the smiling Max sitting opposite, Gerald seated beside me as usual, and knowing that both men have fucked my wife inevitably found myself wondering if any more of my colleagues have cuckolded me with her. Anything seems possible now.

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 5, 2010.

Had it out with Gerald earlier today. Told him about my discovery of his affair with my wife and in the heat of the moment accused him of seducing her.

Initially taken aback to learn I knew about his treachery Gerald quickly relaxed, commenting that I should have taken better care of Marie and given her more attention in the early years of our marriage. Perhaps he needed to unburden himself as she had done because Gerald went on to reveal far more about their affair than Marie.

Incredibly, and very humiliatingly, they become lovers less than a week after our return from honeymoon, Marie having sex with Gerald just six days after her final session with the waiter. An early sign of my wife's later promiscuity had I known about it at the time.

Gerald called in the evening while I was still at work and apparently Marie confided in him that she'd found our honeymoon far from satisfactory in the bedroom and the few occasions we'd had sex since invariably left her frustrated. Gerald's version is that Marie came on to him and he'd been unable to resist the advances of my very attractive wife, particularly as his own relationship had recently broken up.

"Your pretty little wife turned out to be highly sexed and keen to gain experience in all aspects of a physical relationship and I was happy to give her what she wasn't getting from you," he smiled. "It had to be a quickie that first night because we didn't know when you'd be home but I popped back in the morning when I knew you'd be at work and found Marie more than game."

I was silent, trying to take in what Gerald was telling me and he went on, smiling at the recollection, "I must have spent over three hours in bed with your wife that day while you were hard at work. In fact I was hardly through the door before she had my cock out."

Perhaps it would have been better for my own peace of mind if I hadn't spoken to Gerald about the affair because the truth he went on to reveal, rather enjoying himself it seems to me, was highly humiliating. It turns out that my oldest friend, a guy whose company I've always enjoyed, spent six years fucking my wife approximately five times a week!

"It was very useful you spending such long hours at work," he smiled. "Gave me plenty of time to enjoy the lovely Marie in your bed. We probably had sex in just about every position known to man and tried just about every sexual practice possible between two people."

I looked at him in stark amazement, a feeling which quickly turned to horror as his words sank in. Gerald, surprised when I vented my anger at such betrayal and treachery by someone I'd thought a close and loyal friend, told me that absorbed in my work as I was I ought to be grateful to him for keeping Marie company.

"With your wife's sexual appetite it would have been someone else enjoying her body if it hadn't been me. Really you ought to thank me for keeping your wife well satisfied during those years," he smiled, and now his dislike and animosity were unmistakable. 

If I'd been surprised to find Gerald such a frequent visitor at that time I don't recall evincing any curiosity just assuming, naively as it turns out, that he was there to see me.

"Actually I found it rather amusing to be screwing your wife nearly every day while you were getting it once a week at most," Gerald told me, a smug smile on his face.

"Remember that day I arrived at your place with a nail in my tyre and you helpfully offered to change the wheel for me? While you were getting your hands dirty Marie and I enjoyed a quickie. It was a laugh fucking your wife over the dinning room table where we could watch you through the window."

I remember the day well and how I'd been keen to show off my newly acquired car maintenance skills, skills which have never progressed further than changing a wheel I'm afraid to say. As it was coming on to rain I even remember ushering Gerald into the house saying there was no point in both of us getting wet and my wife would make him a coffee while I changed the wheel!

Shocked by his perfidy, I realise now that Gerald is very far from being the loyal friend I've always thought him.

"Back then I used to miss quite a lot of council meetings, which you of course never did, far too keen on advancing your profile. It was a laugh spending those evenings in bed with your wife while you were occupied with tedious council business," Gerald grinned.

Indeed I can remember his frequent absences from council meetings and even recall reprimanding him a couple of times for his tardiness to which he'd seemed at least, suitably humbled. The reality it now seems is that it was me being humbled by Gerald who, far from feeling guilty about missed meetings, was enjoying himself fucking my wife knowing they were safe from discovery. As he pointed out it would have taken something of catastrophic proportions to drag me away from a council meeting early.

"Quickies were fun too," Gerald said, smiling at the memory. "Many's the time I chatted to you with your wife's knickers in my pocket following a quick fuck while you were temporarily absent. I also screwed your wife over the kitchen table a few times while you were out the back gardening. God, you were naïve to think I was visiting you rather than the tasty little Marie!" Gerald laughed heartily.

Perhaps even more devastating was the news that some of his friends, and indeed our next door neighbour of the time, were aware that my wife was Gerald's long term mistress.

"They were quite envious," he went on smiling. "Still, after our affair ended I know for a fact that your neighbour, Bill, gave Marie one from time to time before he and his wife moved away. Like me he appreciated the fact that your wife, unlike his, enjoys anal intercourse."

Gerald laughed at my glum expression before going on to tell me how easy it had been, early in their relationship, to persuade Marie to try anal sex during her period.

"She loved it!" he exclaimed. "From then on Marie was only too pleased to accommodate me anally whenever she had her periods. I must have bum fucked your wife a couple of hundred times over the years."

I squirmed in my chair but inextricably wanted to know more and haltingly asked about our ex neighbour, Bill.

"My affair with Marie virtually ended when I met my wife to be but Bill was only to happy to take over. Whenever his own wife had a period he fucked yours, randy Marie being only to willing to open her legs for him, although I think he had his cock up your wife's bum hole more often than he did her cunt."

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2010. 

"I shall be at a loose end tomorrow night so thought I might pop round and pay you a visit. Maybe get reacquainted with the gorgeous Marie and perhaps give her one for old time's sake," Gerald said to me as we left the council meeting.

"No!" I exclaimed, nervously looking about hoping no one overheard.

My protests fell on death ears, Gerald merely commenting that we should expect him about eight pm.

"Maybe I'll have your wife's knickers off and give her one in front of you," he teased, laughing at my discomfort when I again glanced round nervously.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2010.

I want to go out, anywhere, just to avoid encountering Gerald. Irritatingly Marie's reaction to the news of his visit is one of excitement at the prospect of becoming reacquainted with her long term lover from the past. I was left in no doubt that my wife will have sex with Gerald if that's what he wants, and I know of course that's precisely what he wants, which is why I hope to absent myself from a potentially very humiliating evening.

LATER.

It wasn't to be though. Gerald turned up early, just as I was leaving.

"Where do you think you’re going?" he asked.

When I said I was going out, Gerald imperiously told me to get back inside.

"Like I said, you can watch me enjoying myself with your wife. I've no doubt she'll open her legs for me as eagerly as she did hundreds of times in the past," he smirked.

Marie coming down the stairs at that moment smiled and literally ran down the final few steps.

"Your looking as tasty and sexy as ever," Gerald complemented my wife, who did indeed look very seductive in her inevitably short black skirt over stockings and suspenders, with a white top through which her black bra could be seen.

"Dressed to be undressed, I think," Gerald said to me before taking her in his arms for a long and passionate kiss.

Lifting my wife's skirt, Gerald exclaimed, "Red knickers. You remember my favourite colour!"

"Of course, how could I forget?"

"Indeed," Gerald said, flashing me a smirking sort of smile. "I've had your wife's knickers off hundreds of times haven't I Marie?"

"Yes, but stop baiting him and concentrate on me. I'm keen to get to grips with your lovely big fat cock again after all these years," Marie told him, much to my annoyance and Gerald's evident pleasure as he flashed me another smirking grin.

They went up to the bedroom with me trailing along behind. Marie immediately began undressing and Gerald whispered in my ear, "You can sit on the bed and hold your wife's hand while I fuck her. You'll see at close quarters how much she likes the feel of my cock inside her."

I cringed at his words despite developing an erection.

We watched Marie slipping out of her knickers to stand before her ex lover, naked but for stockings and suspenders.

"This is how you used to like me, I think," she smiled at Gerald who promptly unzipped to produce a very fat and erect penis.

"And this is what you used to like."

Marie, practically drooling, immediately dropped to her knees at Gerald's feet and took the end of his penis between her lips.

"Many's the time your wife sucked my cock while you were at work or on council business," he smirked.

"Oh yes, just like old times," he gasped as Marie sucked his balls, her hands tugging trousers and underpants down.

Then she was kneading and squeezing Gerald's bared buttocks, separating the cheeks, her fingers running up and down the crevice between them.

"Oh yes, this is what I remember. Take a look at what your wife's doing to me," he gasped.

I knew what to expect but compulsively moved to look. Indeed Marie's fingers were teasing and probing Gerald's anus, two of them soon plunging to the hilt inside.

"Ah yes!" he gasped and I realised he was coming in my wife's mouth, Marie drinking it down eagerly.

"Good, now I'll be able to last a long time when I eventually fuck your wife," Gerald told me, coming back down to earth.

I just remained standing beside the bed as Marie knelt and eagerly bent right over, presenting her rump to Gerald.

"Now to see if your wife's cunt tastes as good as I remember," Gerald flashed me a grin.

Despite my embarrassment to see the guy who I've always thought a close and loyal friend closely inspecting my wife's vagina, I remained erect and with great difficulty restrained myself from stimulating it when Gerald inhaled deeply several times.

"Ah lovely, I love the smell of a woman's cunt, especially one that looks as well used as yours does nowadays. Which has it been Marie, a lot of cocks or a few but a lot of times?"

"Both," my wife replied, "but stop talking and lick me the way you used. You know how much I love it."

"See, your wife's mine for the taking," Gerald told me smugly.

Then she was squealing happily as his tongue lapped round and round her vagina, dipping in and out before concentrating on the little bud of her clitoris.

"Watch closely while I suck your wife's clit," Gerald commanded, seemingly intent on belittling and humiliating me, his attitude something of a shock after all these years of friendship.

"Oh god yes!" she wailed as he did just that, soon fingering my wife's anus as well after first making sure I was watching.

Gerald triumph and jubilation as he brought my wife to a very noisy and very wet orgasm was plain to see.

"Right, on your back, I'm going to fuck you while hubby holds your hand."

"Oh yes!" Marie gasped quickly rolling over, the speed with which she spread her legs provoking another of Gerald's triumphant smirks.

"Go on, sit beside the bed and hold Marie's hand like a good little boy," he told me, kneeling between my wife's legs and staring happily at her wet and willing vagina.

In a state of numbness I did as he wanted and he moved onto her. Gerald's buttocks sank slowly down between my wife's raised legs, her grip on my hand tightening perceptibly.

"Oh yes marvellous, I've really missed the feel of your lovely big fat cock inside me," my wife wailed as Gerald began fucking her.

Again he flashed me a smug grin.

"I enjoyed six years of this while you were hard at work," he jeered.

Holding Marie's hand I found her spasmodic body movements communicating themselves to me. Feeling my wife's grip tighten on mine with every thrust of Gerald's penis into her it was as if I was enjoying some sort of vicarious sex with her myself!

My eyes travelling down to his humping backside, my wife yelling, "Yes, oh yes," her hand pulling at mine with every thrust of his penis into her, I fumbled with my zip.

I managed to one handedly free my erection and despite the shame and humiliation began masturbating. Even Gerald's look of amused contempt couldn't stop me and I quickly came.

Suddenly Marie's fingernails were digging into the palm of my hand and she yelled,
"God yes, I'm coming. This is what I need," her body convulsing in orgasm.

Gerald flashed me a grin and continued fucking my wife, his pleasure to have brought her to another wild and uncontrollable orgasm before my eyes a shocking reminder of his years of deceit.

Marie's hand remained gripping mine as Gerald fucked her relentlessly, her joy seeming unconfined, much to my regret. Then he too was coming but still managed to turn a smirking face my way despite his convulsions.

It was over, the speed with which my wife withdrew her hand from mine to stroke her lovers back, doing nothing for my self esteem.

"That was good, just as I remember," Gerald said eventually, heaving himself up. "I think regular visits are called for, would you like that?"

"Oh yes please!" Marie cried almost hysterically.

"But what about your wife?" I stuttered, not at all happy about the idea.

"She won't mind. Carol went off sex some time ago, after the birth of our son in fact. She'll be more than happy if I relieve my frustrations elsewhere rather than pestering her."

Gerald bent to kiss her nipple as Marie stroked his penis and balls, eagerly trying to coax another erection.

"It will be just like old times with your wife eager to open her legs for me," Gerald smirked. "Anyway it's obvious what turns you on," he nodded at my semen covered hand. "Tossing yourself off while a real man pleasures your wife."

I hung my head in shame when Marie vindictively said, "John likes to be spanked too. Put him across your knee and show him whose boss."

Gerald laughed and moving into a sitting position pulled me face down across his lap.

I offered little or no resistance as my supposed best friend yanked my trousers and underpants down before spanking my exposed buttocks.

"Now force my wimp husband over the back of a chair and use your belt," Marie urged when he slackened off.

Again I offered no resistance as the laughing Gerald pulled me to the chair and draped me over the back of it. I did however utter a weak and ineffective protest when he began beating my backside with his belt. I was whimpering, more through the humiliation than the pain, by the time he tossed his belt to one side.

"Now you might as well clear off and take that walk you said about earlier. As for me; well your wife's clearly in need of more cock so I shall be occupied for some time," a smirking Gerald said, waving me away dismissively.

"Don't let him off as lightly as that. Make use of John to clean your car," Marie urged, much to my annoyance.

Gerald roared with laughter at the suggestion.

"Good idea, and when he's done that he can clean my shoes before serving drinks to us in the bedroom," Gerald said.

With Marie again sucking his penis, Gerald snapped, "Get on with it then and while your cleaning my car you can think of me up here enjoying your wife's cunt."

Again he sent me away with a dismissive wave of his hand and hanging my head I left the room, their laughter following me down the stairs.



Journal Extracts Ch. 27



THURSDAY, DECEMBER 16, 2010.

Tomorrows business trip is only to Cambridge so when Marie suggested coming along and staying overnight in an hotel, I knew what she had in mind. Sex with unknown guys, a pastime she has developed something of a predilection for. I'm also in no doubt that I will have the humiliating task of procuring them for her.

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 17, 2010.

In the event I booked into a Travelodge just outside Cambridge rather than an hotel as they are usually more suitable for sexual encounters.

Marie did some shopping while I was at the meeting, then after freshening up at the Travelodge we'll be heading back to Cambridge. By now I've been primed as to what my wife has in mind. A gang-bang, with me in the unenviable role of procuring the participants!

LATER. (EARLY HOURS OF SATURDAY MORNING).

We struck lucky, if that's the right word to describe subsequent events, in the very first pub we visited.

There were a group of 4 young men drinking at the bar and I saw several of them eyeing Marie with interest. She was dressed sexily in a particularly short skirt that did little to conceal her stocking tops and which, to my mind at least, embarrassingly advertised her availability.

When the youngest looking lad detached himself from the group and headed towards the door marked toilets Marie nudged me saying, "Now's your chance, go after him."

I never relish this aspect but followed the direction he'd taken and soon took up my position beside him at the urinals. Keen to take advantage of the fact that we were the only occupants I told the young guy that I couldn't help noticing his interest in my wife's legs.

"Well what of it? Her legs are very shapely and she shouldn't show so much if she doesn't want to attract attention. Most guys in the bar are eyeing her up," he replied somewhat defensively.

"Oh it's no problem," I smiled, before glancing down and sideways at his penis.

"Nice looking specimen. My wife appreciates a good sized penis like yours," I commented, aware that the youngster was colouring up and looking more and more embarrassed.

Seeing his involuntary glance at my own penis, I said, "As you can imagine Marie doesn't find much satisfaction in my minuscule penis. In fact it's been years since we had intercourse." 

The humiliating comment was hardly necessary but I thought it might relax the clearly nervous lad.

"You can have her if you want," I added, zipping up.

"What do you mean!" he exclaimed.

"You can fuck my wife if you want. Marie would really appreciate a penis the size of yours, particularly if your friends are equally well equipped."

Now the lad was really confused and staring open mouthed at me.

"No point beating about the bush, someone might come in and overhear our transaction," I went on, hurriedly pulling a wallet from my pocket. "I'll pay you and your friends fifty pounds to give my wife a good fucking, she's desperate for it."

"What!" the lads disbelief grew even more.

"Marie wants, nay needs, a gangbang and you and your friends could fit the bill perfectly. The only condition is that I watch the 4 of you fuck my wife in succession and repeatedly. Apart from that you can do whatever you want."

"Bloody fucking hell, what's this I'm hearing?"

It was one of the lads friends and his unnoticed entry proved auspicious because he was far more confident, full of himself even, than the younger one.

Introducing myself I repeated my offer to the newcomer who promptly snatched the notes from my hand saying with undisguised contempt, "Yea, we'll give your wife a bloody good fucking if you're too much of a wimp to satisfy her yourself."

"That's just it," I panted, excited by this turn of events. "Marie finds my lovemaking pathetic."

"What a wimp eh James. Let's have his wife and show the pathetic sod what real guys can do."

The newcomers name was Pete and I promptly unzipped to display my penis, much to James ongoing astonishment.

"As you can see I haven't got much to offer my wife," I panted breathlessly.

Pete roared with laughter.

"Suppose you'll want to play with your pathetic little cock while me and my mates do the business with your wife?"

"Yes!" My exclamation sounded little more than a gasp. 

"What say we tie the wimp up so he can't play with himself while we have her?" Pete grinned at James.

The younger lad still looked uncertain so I blurted, "Oh yes. If you humiliate and abuse me it's even better." 

"I've got you sussed mate. First you can double the money, then drive us to your place and watch while we do as we want with your missus."

Pete winked at his friend when I instantly reached for my wallet and with shaking hands withdrew another fifty pounds and handed it to the grinning youngster.

"What a complete tosser," he sneered, snatching the money.

I explained that we were in the area on business and staying in a Travelodge. 

"I won't be able to fit you all in the car," I said apologetically. 

"No problem, but if we use Shaun's car it will cost another tenner for petrol costs,"

Pete said. 

I again handed him the money, actually basking in the guys open contempt.

(James and Ian were a few years younger than the others and students. Pete and Shaun being in work, regularly footed the bill for the 4 of them to go out on a Friday night, Pete being Ian's brother.)

When I explained the situation to Marie she was delighted and stood up immediately. Smiling at the group of young men she headed for the door and it was left for me to beckon them to follow.

Waiting outside for them to catch up I overheard the end of a conversation as they approached.

"Yea, you're right Pete," Shaun said. "Let's force the guy to strip and then put him over a chair or something. Beat his arse raw with our belts before fucking his missus, it'll be fun."

There was no lowering of voices: they obviously didn't care if I overheard.

"Good idea, we'll do it in front of his wife too, show him up for the pathetic wimp he is," Pete agreed.

"He can lick our cocks clean after we've had his missus too," from Shaun, the pair of them laughing maliciously.

It was cold and a bit foggy by now but fortunately our cars were parked close by. Marie was about to climb into our car but before she could do so Pete took her arm and steered her towards Shaun's.

"Your wife can travel with us so I can feel her up on the back seat. The rest can go with you," Pete told me.

There was no hesitation from Marie; she was already sliding into the back seat of Shaun's car.

"The slut wants to be with real men not a wanker like you," Shaun jeered.

"While we follow you to the Travelodge my fingers will become acquainted with your wife's cunt," Pete jeered in his turn and I found myself becoming more and more excited by their very obvious contempt and the possible fate which might befall me.

I pulled up on the Travelodge car park and we climbed out as Shaun's car drew up alongside. Pete practically leapt from the car and waved a flimsy looking pair of panties in my face. "Didn't take me long to have your wife's knickers off and give her a good fingering," he said triumphantly. "Her cunt's dripping boys, she's gagging for it."

"I can vouch for that," Shaun grinned. "I took advantage of the red light back there to have a quick feel."

"Told you she was wearing red ones," Pete said to Ian, before tossing the panties to me. "Smell where my fingers have been."

He held his hand up to my nose and I inhaled deeply while a grinning Pete said, "You'll be able to smell your wife's cunt on our cocks later."

I led the way to our room and once inside Shaun said, "What a pathetic wimp, drop your trousers and touch your toes."

James and Ian's amazement was plain to see when I meekly undid my trousers and lowered them along with my underpants.

"That's right, teach my husband his place but don't take too long over it," Marie, who was already undressing, commented.

As usual I was annoyed by Marie's willingness to participate in my humiliation but meekly bent to touch my toes.

"Told you she's a slut. Bet she's had more cocks than you've had hot dinners," Shaun said to Pete while they unbuckled their belts. 

Taking up positions on either side they both taunted me about what they were about to do, Pete waving his belt in my face. I was breathing heavily by this time although my attention was more on my wife, who had undressed incredibly fast, and stood watching naked but for stockings and suspenders. With the two younger lads eyes travelling her body, drinking in the shape of my wife's breasts, the curly pubic hair and curvy bottom, Marie said to James, "Get your things off, my husband told me you possess a really big cock."

"That's it mate, you give the slut what she needs while we warm the wimps arse up with our belts."

They did too!

Shaun and Pete lashed my buttocks unmercifully; my yells and screams ringing out.

They timed their strokes alternately so there was no respite and I was in agony as my screams testified. I can't imagine what the occupants of neighbouring rooms must have thought!

"Looks as if I shall have to drive home in the morning, hubby will be in no fit state," my wife smiled, adding "Very nice," when James slipped out of his underpants.

She was on her knees in a flash, licking and sucking the end of his cock while my anguished screams continued to echo round the room, my tormentors laughing maliciously. 

"Very nice. I'm looking forward to feeling your big fat cock hard up my cunt."

The four letter word coming from her lips seemed to both excite and shock James, as did the vindictiveness of both Pete and Shaun, continuing to lash my buttocks.

"Perhaps you should stop now," he said tentatively to the older guys. 

"Don't worry about my husband, he loves this sort of thing," Marie told him, "He's not doing anything to stop it is he?"

I was howling continuously by now but there was no pity from Pete or Shaun who laughing, jeering and mocking me, continued to lash my buttocks. Their obvious contempt I could understand, someone who would pay 4 strangers to screw his wife in front of him must seem pretty pathetic to them, but not their sheer delight in inflicting pain. 

Suddenly though the blows ceased and I crumpled to the floor in relief. While I lay whimpering at their feet I was aware of Marie now holding James penis while sucking Ian's. 

"On your feet and stand in the corner wimp," a now naked Pete snapped.

Catching sight of my rear in the mirror I saw that my buttocks were covered in vicious looking welts and weal's from their belts. 

"Yea, facing it with your hands behind your back," Shaun added, to which I meekly obeyed. 

"Tie his wrists together to stop the wimp playing with his little cock," Pete urged.

Shaun ordered me to remove my tie and then used it to secure my wrists together behind my back.

"Right little boy, remain facing the corner while real men give your wife a good seeing to," Pete snapped.

"Yea we're going to fuck your wife time and time again, leaving her cunt gaping and dripping spunk. You're only fit to lick our cocks clean when we've finished with her," Shaun jeered.

During all this time Marie had been sucking James and Ian's cocks alternately. She now called the others to join in. "Leave my wimp husband and give me some attention."

She remained kneeling on the floor, now surrounded by the 4 of them, and clearly in her element. Marie held 2 cocks while sucking a third, moving around the cocks continuously. This went on for some time and all the while I remained facing the corner uttering occasional whimpers, partly through frustration at not being unable to see properly what was going on, only a reflection in the mirror, and partly the pain from my red and raw backside.

Eventually my slightly built wife rose to her feet but retained Pete and Ian's cocks in her hands, as though unable to let them go. Shaun immediately bent to suck one of her nipples and James did the same to the other. Marie squealed happily, but that was more to do with the volume of fingers probing her cunt as both Pete and Ian's hands were between her thighs.

"Oh God yes," she moaned suddenly and I realised they were both fingering her in unison.

"Put yours in as well," Marie urged James who promptly did so. 

Shaun also seemed to be getting in on the act from the rear.

"Oh yes, yes," she moaned while the 4 of them fingered her in unison, no wonder she was yelling!

"Your wife's got 8 fingers up her cunt and she'll soon have 4 cocks, one after the other," Pete said to me, and in my excitement I turned to look.

"Face the wall shitface," Shaun shouted. "And don't dare look again or it'll be the worse for you."

"Let me feel tongues on my cunt," Marie wailed at that point and I reluctantly turned my face to the wall, glad they hadn't realised I could see their reflections in the mirror as knowing their maliciousness they would probably have moved it.

Pete swiftly knelt to bring his face between Marie's thighs and judging by her squeals began licking her vagina. Shaun looked to be getting himself into a very contorted position beneath them at the foot of the bed and a few minutes later I realised why when he said, "I've just given your wife's bum hole a good tongue licking shitface. It's a really sexy little hole and I'm going to have my cock up it later. I think she'd like that."

"Oh God yes, do it to me that way," she cried.

With most of them crowding round her I could no longer see and practically begged to be allowed to look. 

"Certainly not, remain facing the corner. If you're a good little boy we might let you have a wank after the 4 of us have finished with your randy missus," Pete taunted.

"Can't imagine wifie has much use for his tiny little cock," Shaun jeered.

During the laughter, which even Ian joined in, I heard Marie murmur that she hadn't had sex with me for over 8 years!

"What do you do for sexual satisfaction then?" James asked.

"Enjoy myself with other guys, particularly well endowed ones like you," she replied. 

At this point Shaun decided to give me a running commentary.

"Your wife's on her back spreading her legs for James, a lot keener than she ever spread them for you," he told me.

"Give me your lovely big cock, put it in," she urged, Shaun jeering, "I bet she never said that to you."

"Oh yes, great," she yelled and I didn't need Shaun to tell me what was going on, though he did anyway.

"Our mate's fucking your wife shitface and the rest are lining up to do the same," Shaun taunted, the rhythmic pounding of the bedsprings and Marie's happy cries confirmation enough.

"Get off, I'm next, "Shaun urged.

It seemed that James had finished very quickly and I tried to see some of the action in the mirror now I no longer had Shaun's sneering voice in my ear. Marie was writhing and churning beneath what looked to be a vicious onslaught as Shaun fucked her watched by Ian and Pete.

"That's it; eat your heart out wimp while we take turns with your missus." 

Incredibly it was the previously shy James by my side, flaunting his flaccid penis for my inspection!

Marie was now holding both Ian and Pete's cocks while Shaun fucked her, a sight which greatly excited me and I remained fully erect despite James changed demeanour. Having fucked my wife he now seemed full of himself, taunting, "Even limp my cock is still a lot bigger than your erect one."

"You're right," I murmured, watching the grinning youth wiping his slimy penis on my shirt.

"I'm coming!" Shaun suddenly yelled, his bouncing buttocks jerking as he released his seed inside the squealing, writhing Marie.

"My turn," Pete said when the grinning Shaun rolled off.

Again Marie's excited cry rang out as Pete's cock drove into her and I groaned when Shaun's hand squeezed my testicles.

Ian's impatience for his turn was plain to see as he watched the couple thrashing about on the bed.

"Your wife's cunt is getting a right good pounding while you're standing helpless in the corner," Shaun taunted me, snapping "Don't look. Get on your knees," when I made as if to turn. He still hadn't realised I had partial view of proceedings in the mirror

"Can you smell your wife's cunt on my cock?" Shaun asked when I obediently dropped to my knees.

"Yes."

My response was barely audible and must have seemed more of a groan. However there was no hesitation when Shaun ordered me to lick it!

"What a pathetic little wanker, licking and sucking the cock that's been hard up your wife's cunt," Shaun jeered.

Absorbed in sucking Shaun's penis I hadn't realised Pete had finished until the by now familiar cry of Marie being penetrated drew my attention, albeit briefly, back to the bed where Ian was now on top of her.

The heavily breathing Pete joined Shaun in the corner to rub his diminishing erection all over my face, laughing as he did so. The humiliaton continued when I was forced to lick and suck Pete's penis the way I had Shaun's, both guys taunting me.

"What say we give it to his wife up the arse next?" Pete said.

"Definitely," Shaun agreed. "Hear that wimp, we're both going to drill your wife's lovely little bum hole. You can carry on sucking our cocks until we're ready."

I was actually kissing Pete's balls at this stage although trying to conceal the excitement I was experiencing by their treatment of me. I continued to suck the two cocks being presented to my lips alternately while trying to display a reluctance which I wasn't feeling.

"All of us have now fucked your wife wimp," Pete told me and I realised that Ian now stood beside the bed getting his breath back.

Marie remained laying there, a contented smile on her face, body glistening with sweat. With her legs spread, Marie's cunt gaped open bathed in white cream, as was her jet black pubic hair. It was an incredible sight and one which clearly excited my tormentors who forced me to look.

"Good you're ready for more," she smiled, running her fingers along James erection. "Lay down, I'll ride you."

Naturally he wasted no time in stretching out on the bed and she straddled James erection. The others, watching closely, uttered a spontaneous cheer.

"Your wife's just impaled herself on our mates cock. You just carry on sucking ours, Pete told me.

"Yeah no more looking. If you do as you're told we might let you have a wank later, after the real men finish fucking your wife for you," Shaun's jeering set most of them laughing again.

I heard Marie murmur how good it felt and instructing Ian to play with her breasts, adding a moment later, "You've a spare hand; finger my bum."

Ian presumably did as requested because Marie yelled, "Oh yes that's good. Keep fingering me there!"

"Your wife seems a right goer, how many cocks has she had wimp?"

It was Shaun who asked the question and my almost whispered reply of 'hundreds' prompted Pete to exclaim, "Shit, she must be a right slut!"

"Your wife will open her legs for anything in trousers by the sound of it, what a tart." Shaun made no secret of his contempt.

"Apart from you, eh wimp. You just pay the guys to screw her," taunted Pete.

"Yes," I murmured, further conversation curtailed when Marie yelled, I'm coming, I'm coming," gasping seconds later "Oh that was good, very good." 

"Your turn Ian, lay down. The tart can ride your cock while I give it to her up the arse," his brother said abruptly.

"Oh yes." Marie, unconcerned by being called a tart said, adding, "There's some lube on the cabinet."

A grinning Pete picked up the lubricant and crossed to the corner.

"Here wimp, you can coat my cock with this so it slips nice and easy up your wife's bum hole."

Untying my wrists Shaun joined in the laughter when I simply took the tube and squeezed some of the contents the length of Pete's erection. Using my fingers I then worked the lubricant all over Pete's cock while a mocking Shaun looked on.




Journal Extracts Ch. 27



"You can do the same for me because I'm going up your wife's bum hole next," he jeered.

"That's all you're fit for isn't it?" Pete sneered contemptuously, turning towards the bed before adding as an afterthought, "Turn round wimp, I want you to see this."

Marie had been slowly riding up and down on Ian's cock but paused, excitement written on her face, when she felt Pete's hands on her bottom. He spread the cheeks to rub his cock slowly up and down the crevice between them, transferring lubricant to Marie's anal opening.

Shaun dragged me closer and we watched transfixed, as he eased the tip of his cock into Marie's anus. With unsurprising ease, after all many men have bum fucked my wife by now, it slowly disappeared inside with Marie pushing backwards in her eagerness to receive it.

"My cock's hard up your wife's bum hole wimp," Pete called triumphantly but by this time I was lubricant to Shaun's erection.

Gripping Marie's hips Pete began having anal intercourse with her while she resumed her ride on Ian's upward thrusting cock, a phenomenal sight which James joined in by playing with her breasts. Marie smiled and told him to stand on the bed facing her. He excitedly straddled Ian and she took his cock into her mouth, lips straining to engulf it. An incredible sight indeed, even Shaun seemed nonplussed.

"Your slut wife's got 3 cocks inside her at once!" he exclaimed. "Take a look at the slag, sucking James cock while the brothers fuck her cunt and arse."

He pulled me even closer and my erection aroused his derision.

A sweating, heavy breathing Pete was clearly coming and Shaun forced my face down so that I could see his cock fully imbedded inside Marie's anus as it discharged.

There was no respite as directly he'd withdrawn Shaun took his place, the second cock sliding into my wife's anus even easier than the first. Again she was sucking James cock all the time the others were fucking her.

The events of the evening were over, or almost, the final act being when James came in her mouth, an excitable Marie licking, sucking and draining the last drops from his penis. As ever she was effervescent following the things that had been done to her and plainly unperturbed to hear Pete taunting me that I was married to a whore, a slut who would spread her legs for all and sundry.

"I know but I'm unable to satisfy her so my wife has to look elsewhere," I whined, only too eager to humiliate myself further. And my humiliation wasn't over yet.

When I followed the youngsters outside we found a group of people from neighbouring rooms attracted by the noise from ours and curious to know what had been going on.

"This guy has just paid the 4 of us to fuck his wife, what sort of pathetic wimp does that, eh?" Pete told them, propelling me to the front.

The crowd stared at me in disbelief, some laughing at my expense. Dishevelled and blushing I stood there, actually basking in the humiliation of finding myself the butt of their jokes and laughter.

"Drop your trousers and show all these guys what a useless little cock you've got." There was no hesitation, I just did as Shaun said, again relishing the humiliation of displaying myself to the jeering mob.

"What a pathetic little prick," someone said.

"What him or his dick?" from another.

"Both," Pete said contemptuously. "He must be pathetic to pay us to fuck his wife and take the thrashing we've given his arse. Look at our handiwork."

I meekly turned to display my backside, the red welts would have been clear to all, but flinched when one of the strangers gave my buttocks a slap.

My laughing tormentors hurried off to Shaun's car, Pete calling back, "Go in and take a turn with the slut if you want lads, she's anybodies and would take on a regiment."

It was particularly cold and foggy now and with the crowd beginning to disperse I pulled my trousers back up keen to get inside.

The crowd didn't fully disperse though, several guys following me inside despite my best efforts to close the door. My wife's eyes lit up to see the newcomers, some of who were already undoing their trousers, and the events at the Travelodge were far from over with the departure of the youths!