14 comments/ 157956 views/ 35 favorites Enough Is Enough By: Sean Renaud "Hiya Daddy, you're home early." Jessica called as she slipped through the sliding door and onto the tiled kitchen floor. The twenty five year old blonde was jammed into a pink bikini that was doing its absolute best to keep her melon sized breasts from spilling out and a thong that perfectly outlined her smooth shaven pussy. If it had been dry it might have concealed something but wet from the pool it didn't even cover the dark circles of her nipples. "Just had good luck with the traffic honey." Her father Ryan responded glancing up from his magazine enough to glimpse his daughter's savory curves before looking back down. It was almost insulting that she pranced around the house in that get up, it was like she didn't realize that he was a man and that seeing an attractive woman dressed like that had a certain effect whether he liked it or not. "Do you have any plans for tonight?" "Nope, just gonna sit around the house. Might order some pizza. How bout you what are you gonna be up to?" She crooned as she sauntered into the house hips swaying with each step. Ryan felt a slight stir in his pants as she stepped past him and he got a close up view of her rump as she tugged the fabric of her bottoms of the crack of her ass just inches from his face. "I've got a little work to do so I'm probably gonna get a drink and dig in." Ryan replied reaching out for his laptop and turning it on. "Pizza doesn't sound too bad though." Jessica had made it to the liquor cabinet pulling down a glass. "What did you want to drink Daddy?" She asked. The girl was up on the tips of her toes stretching slightly. "Whiskey." He responded that twitch his pants now an actual hard-on for his daughter. She hopped slightly so she could reach the bottle then poured him a glass and walked over to him leaning over his shoulder and handing him the drink. "Need anything else?" A blowjob. Ryan thought for a second. "Nothing at the moment, thanks hun." "Just give a shout if you need anything." Jessica said before turning and bouncing out of the room. Worthless slut. Ryan thought as he went back to his computer. His daughter Jessica had always been bit of a lay about. Twenty five years and she was only going to school part time, she had never held a single job and if not for a steady stream of boyfriends she probably wouldn't even have a car. There wasn't any doubt how she'd gotten herself a car. Free ride ends here. There was no way that Jessica could have known what her father had in mind for her. No way she could have known that she was about to have her entire life changed forever. If the only thing that she was good at was being a slut then so be it, but she wasn't going to continue getting a free ride anymore. Ryan was already online with two of his closest friends making certain that they completely understood what the plan was and what part they were going to play in it. You want to be a slut? I'll show you how sluts get treated. It wasn't just that she was lazy that had spawned this plan. It was also inspired by what he'd found on the internet. There was a popular adult website that he occasionally posted on called Literotica. He'd found out that she'd was on the site, definitely one of the most popular posters as well. There were pictures of her in the nude, she'd obscured her face but anybody who knew her would recognize her from the pictures. There was more than just that though, she was constantly posting about her sexual fantasies. Fantasies that included being throat fucked, raped and gangbanged. Ryan wasn't certain if she'd ever actually had any of those things done to her or if it was just a fantasy but it was going to be reality for her soon. Ryan finished his drink and grimaced slightly as it went down. Then he got up and poured himself another, this time a double before he walked into the living room with Jessica. As he expected she was sprawled out on the couch watching some chick flick. "Did you order the pizza yet hun?" He wanted to make sure that there weren't going to be any interruptions once he'd started in on her tonight. She was between boyfriends so nobody would know if she was missing for a few weeks but he didn't want to arouse any suspicions at all. "Yup. Sausage and Pineapple." She said not even looking up. She was still in her bikini but lying on her back it seemed that the tiny triangles of fabric covered less, if that was in anyway possible. Ryan found himself watching her breathe for a few moments. "You put what on the pizza?" Her taste in food was much like her taste in men most of the time, very odd but interesting if you were willing to give them a chance. "Sausage and Pineapple. Trust me Daddy it's great, it something Kris got me hooked on." Kris had been her boyfriend from the Marine Corps. Ryan had liked him, he had a good head on his shoulders and had been very respectful when he was in the house. He'd also had a lot of money to spend because like most young single men in the military he had a steady income and very few bills and that of course let him shower her in gifts amongst them the down payment on her Kia Sorento. "Ok I'll trust you, when is it going to get here?" The busty blonde hit a button on the television remote that brought up a menu and a clock. "Bout ten minutes he should be here." "Ok, you want anything to drink? I'm gonna get another shot." Ryan said. He could already feel the liquor taking hold a bit a pleasant warmth in his stomach. He knew he'd need one more to steel his nerves enough to rape Jessica. "Actually a cosmo would be nice." She said rolling over onto her stomach and kicking her feet up like a child. Without responding to her he turned and walked out of the room hoping his daughter hadn't noticed that his pants were stretched out over his hardon. Once he returned to the kitchen Ryan slipped a hand into his jeans and ran it over his cock gasping slightly as he realized just how aroused he was. Adjusting his manhood quickly he went and poured himself a shot then made his Jessica's Cosmo taking his time with her drink. That bitch has no clue. Ryan thought as he mixed her drink. No clue at all. He knew he was starting to get a bit ahead of himself, that he needed to calm down as he was grinding his hips against the countertop. Damn, need to keep control only for a little while longer. He was staring at the timer on the microwave. There was less than an hour before Josh and Hank were supposed to show up and they were expecting her to already be in hand by then. I need to hurry this up. Ryan thought in a sudden panic. His friends might actually arrive before the pizza did and there wasn't a lot that he could do to change things. The food and his friends would arrive when they arrived. He couldn't stand there pouring her drink and not certain if her decision to order pizza was going to interfere with his plans for the night. "Daddy! Where's my drink!" Ryan jumped at the sound of his daughter's voice. "Coming right up. No need to get snippy!" He called back pouring her drink. "It doesn't normally take ten minutes to pour a Cosmo Dad!" She was right it had been almost ten minutes that he'd been there zoned out and staring at the bottles. He quickly poured the drinks and headed back into the living room just in time to hear the doorbell ring. "I'll get it." The busty blond said as she got to her feet snatching a twenty from the coffee table and bounced over to the door. The man, really boy who was behind the door nearly dropped the pizza when he got an eye full of Jessica. His soft brown eyes started off on her face but it didn't take them more than an second to wander down to her breasts. "Ahhhhhhhh." The boy droned unable to form any coherent words as he stared at her. "Pizza." The boy responded by thrusting the pizza towards her bumping roughly against her stomach and nearly knocking her back. Jessica smiled and tossed her hair back as she took the pizza from him. "Here but I need change." She said holding the bill out to the teen. He didn't even glance at the bill she'd handed him he just jammed it into a pocket and then pulled out a ten handing back to her. "Sorry all I got." He yammered. Jessica took the pizza from him and shut the door with a bump of her apple shaped rump. "How much was the pizza?" Ryan asked. "Fifteen and some change." Jessica replied with a giggle stuffing the ten between her tits, a slight smirk crossing her lips as she noticed her father's eyes following the bill. "Sometimes it pays to be cute." She said as she sauntered over to the couch and set the pizza down opening the box and taking the first slice. "Come on Dad try a slice, trust me. You trust me don't you? I trust you." Ryan turned to his daughter and forced his lips to form a smile as he walked over and sat down beside her. Trust. She trusts me. The idea seemed completely absurd at the moment. He was going to rape and enslave his own daughter. It was the only thing she was useful for but it still didn't make it right. This is no time for second thoughts. The rest of the guys will be here soon and I need to have her in control by the time the arrive. A deep breath should have completely calmed Ryan. Instead it only gave him enough time to reach for a slice of the unusual pizza. She was right though the unusual combination of toppings did make for an excellent pizza. "Hun there's something we need to talk about." "Yes Daddy?" She asked turning towards him causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. "See it's been a long time since you've had a job, you don't really contribute anything to this family and. . ." Ryan trailed off. "That's what I've got you for Daddy, to take care of me!" She giggled and kissed him on the cheek. Ryan immediately felt the flash but it wasn't lust this time, it was rage. His daughter really believed that she was supposed to just stay here like freeloading whore. "See that's just it princess. You can't stay here and not pay rent-" "But Dad-" Ryan quickly cut her off mid sentence. "The only thing you're any good at it being a fucking whore." Jessica's eyes instantly filled with tears as she looked away from her father. "You think I don't know how you pay for you car! Or how you get your clothes? You're a fucking whore!" "I'm not!" She screamed and was immediately backhanded for her effort turning her right cheek a bright red. Slowly she raised her hand to her cheek feeling the warmth and realizing that he had struck her. "You are and now you're gonna earn your keep here the same way you get everything else in life by being a little fuck toy. Do I make myself perfectly clear young lady?" "No!" She shouted standing up and stepping away from him. "I won't have sex with you! You're my Dad that's gross! I'd rather sleep on the streets." Tears were starting to run down her cheeks. "Bullshit." Ryan called her bluff. "You will be my fucking whore!" He shouted spittle getting on her face. Jessica glared angrily at her father refusing to open her mouth. She couldn't shout back at him she could feel her voice cracking every time she even considered opening her mouth and if she started crying she knew he'd win. Tears were streaming down over cheeks now and down onto her breasts. "I'm a whore." She whimpered. "What was that Jessica?" He asked taking a step back from her. "I'M A WHORE!" She shrieked. "That's right." Ryan said sitting down on the couch. "Now you're going to tell me what a whore does for a man. Everything she does for a man." "She sucks his penis." She sobbed. "Put your fucking hands behind your back. What else does a whore do?" Ryan asked. Jessica did as she was told putting her hands behind her back clasping her hands tightly. "She fucks them." "Good." Ryan smiled. "On your knees." Jessica obeyed him the shame of kneeling before her father sending a flush through her already reddened cheeks. She watched as her father slid his belt out of his pants and rested the leather over his shoulder. "Now convince me you'd rather suck dick than have me tan your backside." Jessica's red eyes moved to her father's crotch where his pants were straining to hold back his manhood. She'd never given any thought to her Father's size before but she could tell that it wasn't small just by the tent in his pants. Jessica hesitantly reached forward and unbuttoned her father's slacks. "Let me suck your cock." She whispered. "Jessica make me believe it or I swear I'll beat every inch of your worthless ass!" He snapped the belt threateningly. That got her moving tugging his pants down to his knees and nearly ripping his boxers down. "Let me suck you Daddy! Please!" She looked up into his eyes pleadingly. Her father didn't keep her waiting any longer, using her hair like handles he slammed his cock into the back of her throat in one brutal thrust that nearly emptied her stomach. Jessica's eyes instantly filled with fresh tears to stream down her cheeks. Jessica brought her hands up to his thighs trying to push him away managing to get enough room for her to breathe. "Pleas-" She was cut off by a her father thumping his cock against her forehead roughly. "Shut the fuck up and keep your fucking hands behind your back." There was a pathetic whimper of protest but Jessica did as he said and put her hands behind her back and opened her mouth again. "That's a good girl, I knew you'd make a good fuck toy." Ryan moaned as he pushed his cock back into her mouth forcing a mouthful of spittle to erupt out of her mouth. Ryan loved the way her throat felt each time it his dick caused it to spasm around his cock. Spit and tears were streaming down her throat and over her tits. "Take off your top bitch, I wanna see those tits." Jessica tried to look at her father and plead with him to stop but she knew it was useless so she pulled her top off and dropped it to the floor. "You want me to stop Jessica?" Ryan asked as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed his spit soaked cock all over her face covering her in spit. "Yes Daddy." She whimpered trying to catch her breath. "I want you to get up on the couch and hang your head upside down. I'm going to fuck your skull until you can get your pussy wet. If you can get wet I'll fuck you. If you complain I'm gonna fuck you in the ass and I promise you'll regret it." He said calmly. There was only one thing for Jessica to do. She crawled over to the couch and lay upside down, her legs over the back of the couch and her head hanging upside down. Jessica opened her mouth while she started rubbing at her clit and trying to fantasize about something. Reality was her father's hips positioned at her lips and pushing his already soaked cock into her mouth. He gave her just a moment to relax her before he plunged into her throat. Jessica gagged and sputtered being upside down made it even worse as her drool ran into her nose and into her eyes. It felt like he'd been fucking her face for ever when he finally stopped. Ryan gripped Jessica's hips and yanked, rolling her off the couch and jarringly onto her knees. Her face was buried in the cushions as her own father mounted her from behind pulling the fabric of her thong to one side. Jessica whimpered when her father took her by the hair and yanked her face out of the cushions. "What are you?!" He shouted tugging at her hair. That feeling of having her hair pulled, of a thick cock thrusting inside her, being held helpless to a man's will. These things were exciting to Jessica. Her body didn't understand that this wasn't normal and she felt her cunt moistening and clinging to his cock. There was a woman in the room with her and her father moaning. It took a moment for her to realize that those pleasured groans were escaping her own lips. Hot tears blinded the beauty as her father started thrusting faster and faster. "Please Daddy no! Don't cum in me!" She whimpered as her Father's cock started to pulse inside her. Faster and faster any sense of rhythm lost as he slammed his cock into her pussy. "No, stop Daddy! My tits! My face! My mouth! Let me swallow it!" She felt his cock twitch inside her at the mention of her swallowing his cum. "I'll swallow it Daddy!" "Really?" He growled into her ear. "Yes!" She screamed but it was too late. One final thrust and Ryan pushed as far into her as he could manage and spurted his hot juice deep into his daughter's womb. A second thrust and she could feel the hot cream oozing out of her cunt and onto her thigh. "Scoop it up." He growled as he pulled his cock out of her and slapped it on her rear. Jessica looked at her father in disgust but her fingers moved between her legs scraping the slime from her thighs and bringing it up to her lips. She hesitated for a moment but the look in Ryan's eyes made her obey licking her fingers clean. "Good. Now go take a shower and then come back down honey we have a lot to talk about." "What if I get pregnant Daddy?" "Then you'll have a lovely so or daughter." Enough Is Enough [If you hate stories where a man is made a cuckold, don't read this story. If what you hate about those stories is that the man is a wimp, you might like the way this story progresses. It's in Loving Wives because the wife in the story cheats. There are aspects of the story that would fit in other areas, but that is a lot like life.] "Enough is enough!" Bob had heard people say those words hundreds, maybe thousands of times. He had never said them, never thought them. Until the weekend three weekends before his tenth anniversary. On that Saturday he mowed the grass, trimmed the big hedges that surrounded their back yard, washed his car and Brandy's and did their laundry. He washed their clothes, dried them and folded or hung them up. Clothes that needed ironing, Brandy ironed. They had never talked about the division of labor. Over the years things had just fallen into place. The last task of his Saturday had been Brandy's car. He took it to a semi-automatic facility about twenty minutes from their home. For a fist full of quarters he got a few minutes of high pressure wash, with him aiming the nozzle. For a few more quarters he got a vacuum to suck any and all debris from the inside. The revelation came when he was preparing to vacuum the car. He checked under the seats for things she might have dropped. The week before, he found her Chevron credit card under the driver's seat. His hand went under the seat and he felt something and his mind didn't instantly identify what it was. When he pulled it out, he was instantly both angry and depressed. It was a used rubber. His mind looked back, reviewing the last few weeks for signs that Brandy might have given that she was cheating. He remembered unkind remarks she had been making, but she had been making those kinds of remarks for months. He finished up her car and drove it home wondering what his best course of action might be. Dinner was nothing special. Brandy was in a sweatshirt and sweat pants, barefoot, with her hair wrapped in a scarf. She looked more like a cleaning lady than a woman who hadn't done anything around the house all day except make dinner. Her nails were freshly done, however. During dinner Bob asked, "Our anniversary is coming soon. What would you like as a present?" She looked up from her plate and said, "Someone to fuck me senseless." Bob knew she didn't mean to say, "I want you to fuck me senseless." She meant exactly what she said. She wanted someone else to fuck her. Rather than start a fight, Bob said, "I'll see what I can do." Brandy laughed and said, "Like that'll happen!" When she was finished eating Brandy got up and left the kitchen. Bob finished eating and cleaned up. He heard the TV come on. He shut off the kitchen light and joined her in the living room. She was stretched out on the couch and didn't move. The available chair had an angled view of the TV. "I'd like to sit on the couch by you." Bob said. "I'm already comfortable. Sit in the chair." He shuffled over to the chair and sat down. When the show she was watching ended Bob got up and left the living room. He showered and went to bed. Using the bedside lamp for light he read three chapters of a novel by James Patterson before Brandy came into the bedroom. She went into the bathroom carrying her nightgown. She showered and came out of the bathroom in the nightgown. Bob watched her do her ritual and when she came to bed she said, "Shut off the light. As long as it's on, I can't sleep." He rolled toward her for a kiss. She rolled away. "If you wanted a kiss you should have done it before I got ready for bed." He rolled back the other way and shut off the light. Two hours later he was still thinking. She was asleep. Bob had been raised in the quietest family in Chicago. At least that was what he believed. He'd never seen either of his parents raise their voice. Never saw or heard an argument. He remembered his Dad saying, "Fighting and arguing doesn't solve anything. It's easier to go along." When he and Brandy had met and dated they seemed to get along well, in his eyes. He remembered her saying how easy going he was. He was surprised when she said yes to his proposal. He was surprised again when she gave birth seven months after they were married. It was a still-born little girl. He was depressed for months. Brandy didn't sleep nude anymore after that and didn't initiate sex any more either. Bob didn't say anything to provoke her, which meant he didn't ask her why she wore nightgowns and why she stopped initiating sex. He made her behavior mean that somehow she blamed him for the death of their child. When he didn't insist she made it mean that he didn't care. He didn't fight for their sex life. He must not like sex as much as she thought. She turned him down more and more often when he did attempt, hoping he would become assertive and jump her bones. She wore nightgowns and stopped being around him unless she was fully dressed. Bob thought about his side of what was going on. He had no idea what was going on inside Brandy. Connor Estridge knew something was going on with Brandy. She worked just down the hall from his office and had been coming on to him for months. As he sat in his office on the first of May, three months before Bob found the condom, Brandy brought three files to him. When she entered his office she closed the door. She had never closed the door to his office before. She stepped to the edge of his desk and said, "I've done everything I could think of to let you know I'm interested. Nothing worked. Ok, I'll be blunt. Name the time and place, I'll be there. I'll strip for you and do anything you want, as long as you'll fuck me!" They met at a motel that afternoon. An hour of wild sex that just seemed to make her want more. Connor liked how wild she was. For a couple weeks he worried she would ask for a raise, or cash or something. What she asked for was more sex. By the time Bob found the condom in the car Brandy and Connor were having sex almost every day. They hit every No-Tell Motel within five miles of work, every public park bathroom they knew of and both his car and hers. What Conner didn't know was that Brandy was also doing his boss, Eric Cameron. Eric was fifty-eight, graying and loved being sucked even more than fucking. Being sucked was all about Eric. Fucking, in his mind, required you pay a little attention to the bitch. Brandy loved walking from being with Conner to Eric's office and feeling her pussy returning to normal as she had a mouth full of Eric. And Bob had no idea. She had spent years hating Bob for his lack of backbone. Then she realized she could ignore him and he wouldn't do anything. A few weeks later she realized what a great marriage she had. He took very good care of her and she didn't need to do anything for him. She relegated him to the status of staff, not husband, lover, friend, or even companion. She had staff and she had lovers. Two days after he found the condom Bob was sitting at his desk and said, "Enough is enough!" It felt good to say it. The feeling lasted three minutes. Then he had an overriding thought. "What the hell am I going to do?" By the end of the day he had the beginnings of a plan. His first action was to find out who. He needed to know who she was fucking. Not that he would confront the man, he just needed to know. He spoke to his supervisor and made arrangements to drop his car at a repair shop the next day and use a company car for the three sales calls he needed to make. Brandy wouldn't see his car and he could follow her to see who she was doing. At two the next afternoon his sales calls were done, successfully, and he was parked across the street from Brandy's car. He watched her come out of the building alone and get in her car. He followed. She went to a mall parking structure and drove up to the roof. He parked so he could watch her car and two minutes later a Buick parked next to her car. A man in a gray suit got out of the Buick, took off his suit coat, tossed it back in his car and closed the door. He opened the door of Brandy's car and then he looked around. He must have felt safe and alone because he unbuckled his slacks, unzipped and lowered his slacks and boxers as he sat in Brandy's car. Bob saw her climb into his lap and watched as her car bounced up and down. Fifteen minutes later the door opened and he stood up, facing the car with his slacks and boxers down around his ankles. Bob watched as she sucked him, her head getting all the way to his belly. He was both angry, disappointed and turned on. The sight of her swallowing another man's cock had him as hard as he'd been in months. A minute later the man backed up, pulled his boxers and slacks back up, tucked his shirt in and closed the door to her car. As he opened his car, she backed out and drove away. Bob followed the Buick. It went back to the same insurance company building where Brandy worked. He parked the Buick in a reserved slot and went inside the building. Bob waited a couple minutes and drove past the parking slot. "Reserved: Connor Estridge". Now he knew who. He went back to work. In the ninety minutes left in the work day Bob did some work and discovered that his wife was almost sneaky. She had opened a bank account in her name only, in the same bank where their joint account was held. He found it by reviewing their bank statements on-line. She was almost sneaky. Almost, because he found five checks written on their account to her account. The total, eight thousand dollars. He had the account number and the name on the account. He logged into her account on-line and gave the most obvious password he could think of, her maiden name. He was in. He looked at the list of transactions. They were all deposits. Five from her to her and four from someone named Eric Cameron. Each of those was for a thousand dollars. Nothing from Conner Estridge. He logged out of the account. She not only was fucking around, she was stealing from him. He wondered who Eric Cameron might be. He logged into Google and punched in the name of the insurance company Brandy worked for. Inside the web site he accessed the office in their city and discovered the name of Eric Cameron, Director of West Coast Operations. He also noticed that Connor was listed as a Sales Manager, AZ & CA Region. She wasn't doing peons. The next part of his plan hadn't taken solid shape yet. He went home and acted the unsuspecting husband for another night. By nine o'clock he had become really aware of his status and treatment in his own home. Over the next week he thought of what he wanted to do and devised a way to do it. He got his plan ready and then put it into operation. It was a Wednesday afternoon. He called Brandy at work from his cell phone. Everything he said sounded to him, for the first time, wimpy. He told her that he was being sent to Las Vegas for three days. He apologized for having to go and for not being able to even see her before he left. He promised to call her at nine o'clock that night. In reality he was already packed and the video system he had installed in their home was already turned on. He was going to Las Vegas and intended to have a little fun and get a little education while he was there. A friend from college lived there and Bob had made arrangements to visit him while in town. At nine he called from the hotel where his friend worked. He had gotten a comped room and they were both in the room when Bob called home. The call was short. Brandy told him not to call anymore. She didn't like being interrupted. He asked what she was doing that he interrupted and she said, "Entertaining my lover!" She was laughing as she hung up. Bob looked at his friend, Mike, and said, "I believe her." Mike had heard her remark. Mike said, "Let me tell you a story, Ok?" Bob nodded. "About three years ago I was working for a different hotel. Long hours, lots of pressure and good money. Carla was working for a bigger hotel down the strip and making Ok money. Trouble was, when we were together I was too tired to be her husband, if you know what I mean. She started treating me like shit and I was too tired to fight. Then, it got worse. She started with the put downs, the snide remarks about me being a wimp. I found out she was doing a pit boss at her hotel. I turned the tables on her. She thought making me a cuckold was funny. She was getting me back for not being a good husband. I was working hard so she and I could have a good life and she didn't see it. So, the next time she and her boy-toy got together I filmed it. Then I showed it to both of them. I made them a deal. They could keep doing each other as long as they paid me for the privilege. She now does lots of guys and I get the benefits of her pussy. Carla still lives with me, I pay the bills and she does what I say. She now has eight steady lovers, a few occasional lovers and I'm putting fourteen to twenty thousand in the bank every month. All of her lovers have done her in my home. I have videos of each one. They have seen some of their own videos. They know what will happen if they stop fucking Carla and they know what will happen if they stop paying." They talked for a couple hours and Bob knew exactly what he would do when he got home. He would have three days of digital footage shot in his own home. His thoughts of embarrassing his wife and her lovers had changed into a business instead of a divorce. At midnight there was a knock on the door. Mike got up and opened the door. Carla came in, dressed in a silver-gray dress slit all the way to her waist. Bob was impressed. She was stunning. Lots of blond hair that didn't look like it came from a bottle, plenty of exposed skin and mounds that pointed towards an evening in Heaven. Her exposed legs were long and tanned. She greeted Bob and her husband with hugs and kisses. Mike closed the door. He said, "Carla, did you bring clothes for tomorrow?" "Yes, Mike. I can't go to work tomorrow dressed like this." "Where are your clothes?" He asked. "In my car." Mike looked at Bob and said, "We've been friends a long time. I'm speaking the truth to you. There are no cameras in this suite, no microphones. I'm giving you a gift." Bob looked at Mike and said, "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "When was the last time a woman sucked you and fucked you because she wanted to do you?" Carla asked. Bob thought and answered, "Too long ago to remember it." She got up from the chair and walked to Bob. "You won't be able to say that an hour from now." She dropped to her knees and her hands went to his zipper. Bob looked over at Mike and said, "You're just gonna watch?" "No! After you fill her mouth the first time, I'm gonna fuck her ass. Then she's yours for the rest of the night. I love watching her get fucked in the face." Carla looked up at Bob's face and asked, "You want me to suck you with my dress on or off?" "Naked!" She stood and offered her undressing to him. It didn't take long. He slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and the dress slid down, catching for a few seconds on her nipples, then sliding to the floor. Thigh high stockings, strapped heels and a silver thong were all that was left. Mike said, "Give me the thong, Honey. I'll take it home with me." She peeled it off and gave it to him. Bob noticed she was completely bald down where the thong had been. As Mike pocketed the thong Carla dropped back down in front of Bob and sucked on his cock. She was good and as he watched he remembered her asking her question in a way that said she really wanted to suck him. What he saw and felt was proof she wasn't lying. She watched his face as she sucked. The key to him, to all men, was in their eyes. She used her hands to hold his ass. She loved how some of her lovers had really hairy asses and some had almost no hair at all. She loved how Bob had lots of hair and it was coarse, almost wiry. Somehow it made him feel manlier to her. The fact that he was shoving seven inches of hard cock down into her throat helped her see him as manly too. Peripherally Carla saw her husband getting undressed. She knew he'd be filling her ass soon. She guided Bob back to a char and helped him sit. She kept his cock sliding in and out of her throat as she maneuvered him. When he sat she got up, off her knees and stood with her legs spread wide, her body bent at the waist and Bob's cock in her mouth. Mike stood behind Carla and slid his cock into her wet pussy. Two deep strokes and he was wet enough. He pulled out and placed the head of his cock against her ass hole. He spit to add to the lube on his cock and then he pushed. Carla pushed back. She loved being taken at both ends. When Mike pushed into her and her ass opened to allow the assault Carla pulled off Bob long enough to say, "Fuck me hard, boys! I love it!" She re-swallowed Bob completely and felt him penetrate all the way into her throat again. Mike was completely in her ass and grunting. Bob was watching her suck and grinning like a fifteen year old. It wasn't long before she felt Bob losing it. His nuts pulled up tight and his cock started throbbing. She was ready. At the first shot of his cum she pulled back a little. She didn't want it going down her throat, she wanted it in her mouth where she could taste it, feel it, then swallow it. She wasn't disappointed. Bob gave her months of semen. When his load was shot he started to wilt. She kept his cock in her mouth and licked, sucked and caressed it with her lips and tongue. She could feel Mike getting closer as she cleaned Bob. Mike said, "Honey, I'm going to fill your ass! I love filling your ass! I love watching you suck Bob while I fill your ass!" Three strokes later he slapped her ass and grabbed handfuls of her cheeks as he slammed home and unloaded. She felt his hot juice pulsing into her ass. She didn't say it but she knew his load was joining the loads of two other men who had been there earlier and made their deposits. She knew what was next. Mike had a ritual. He pulled out of her ass and took a single step back. Carla stood up and walked quickly to the bathroom. Mike followed. She stepped onto the toilet seat and squatted, facing Mike. He knelt down and watched as Carla relaxed her ass muscles and let all that cum slide out. She didn't watch it fall from her. She watched Mike's face. He was in heaven. He believed all the cum was his. He wouldn't care if he knew it was three loads, he was the one who got to watch. Carla thought this was Mike being the naughty boy and doing something good boys never do. It was her gift to him. She loved her life and it was possible because of Mike. Bob stayed in the bedroom. He didn't know what they were doing and he didn't think he wanted to know. He pulled his pants back up and belted them. He got a diet Coke from the in-room fridge and took a drink. Mike came out of the bathroom grinning and started getting dressed. He saw Bob with his pants on and said, "Carla's staying with you. Get undressed and enjoy her. She wants to enjoy you." Carla came into the bedroom and picked up her dress. She got a hanger and hung it up. Mike kissed her, shook Bob's hand and said, "Bye, you two." Seconds later, he was out the door and gone. Carla helped Bob get undressed. They got on the bed and Carla showed her skill at reincarnation. She literally breathed life back into his cock. They fucked in as many positions as Bob could think of and two that Carla showed him that he wasn't sure were humanly possible. They were possible because Carla studied and practiced yoga. She had entered the suite at midnight. She left just after noon with a promise to be back at midnight, with a surprise. Bob promised to be there at midnight. As soon as Carla was gone Bob went to bed and slept six more hours. When he got up he drove out of the city and parked in an isolated part of the desert while he thought. Enough Is Enough Carla had shared her thoughts about her life with Mike before he took control. She described a relationship a lot like his and Brandy's. It got Bob thinking about how his behavior could be looked at. His wife misunderstood him, just like he misunderstood her. Then he thought about how he could change, how his marriage could change and if it would be worth it. By eleven he was back in the suite. The sheets were fresh, the room smelled clean and the odor of fucking was gone. Bob showered, shaved and put on a robe. Carla was not coming to his room to check out his wardrobe. At precisely midnight he heard a knock on his door. He opened it, expecting Carla in another great sexy dress. His big welcoming grin disappeared instantly. Carla was there... and so was another man. They walked in and Carla said, "Hi Bob. This is Mario. He needs a shower and I promised he could use your shower. He needs to shower before he goes home, otherwise his wife will smell me on him and that wouldn't be good." Bob pointed to the bathroom and said, "Ok. The shower's in there." Mario smiled and said, "I need the shower after I fuck Carla, not before. Have a seat. I love being watched." Mild mannered Bob sat down, his mind spinning. They expected him to watch them fuck? In seconds Mario and Carla were naked and she was sucking his cock. It was long and his skin tanned all over. Bob noticed he was rock hard before Carla had sucked Mario for ten seconds. He watched and they put on an exhibition of fucking for him. Mario spoke to him as they fucked. Carla spoke to him as well. It was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed. When Mario came he came in Carla's mouth. Bob watched as Mario's load shot the inch from the end of his cock into her open mouth. None escaped. When he stopped shooting she stood up and kissed Mario. She gave him his load back. She pushed him back onto the bed and hovered above him, letting the last of his own cum drip from her mouth to his. "Are you watching, Bob? He loves the taste of his own cum. I love the taste too. Come here, Bob. We have a gift for you." Bob stood and walked to the bed. Carla grabbed his head in her hands and kissed him. Her cum coated tongue invaded his mouth and he tasted the cum of another man for the first time. As they kissed a hand wrapped around his cock and stroked him slowly. The kiss ended and Bob looked down. Mario was holding his cock! Carla said, "Honey, you don't have time! Get your shower and get home to Marsha. Next time Bob's in town you two can get together." Reluctantly Mario let Bob's cock go and got off the bed. He took another look as he went into the bathroom. Carla waved and he was gone. Carla replaced Mario's hand on Bob's cock. "Did you like our little surprise?" She asked. "It was a surprise. I liked it. It gets me thinking." Bob moved her on the bed until her legs were tucked behind her shoulders and her cunt open wide. He knelt with his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed inside. Carla urged him on. "Mario will be coming out of the bathroom in a minute. Show him how great a fuck you are. Be deep inside my cunt! Master me! Dominate me! Fuck me!" Mario heard them and he came out, buttoning his shirt. He stopped and watched as Bob slammed into Carla. They moved an inch with each thrust. As he watched Carla's feet hit the headboard and stopped them from sliding further. Bob continued to slam into her. Bob held her legs as he punished her cunt, his body pounding against hers, bruising her and bruising him as well. Thought was gone, it was animal fucking. Bob made noises as he pumped into her. No words, just grunts and groans. His hips moved as a blur and in one stroke he pulled back far enough he pulled out of Carla and when he pistoned forward his cock aligned with her ass and he slammed in! She screamed in pain and surprise. Bob felt like the skin had been torn off his cock. All movement stopped and he felt his balls unload. Carla felt him unload too. Through the pain of being suddenly ass fucked she felt him unloading into her. She couldn't move. Her legs were still pinned behind her shoulders and his hands held them. His upper body weight pressed down on her legs. It took a concentrated effort for Carla to speak. She finally got the words out, "You've got to move." Bob heard her. He pulled back and watched as his cock came out of Carla. He noticed a tiny bit of blood, not nearly as much as he thought he'd see if the skin tore off his cock. The blood was Carla's. When he was all the way out he said, "I'm sorry. I hurt you." He said it softly. Carla untangled herself and got Bob down on the bed beside her. She kissed his face a few times and said, "That was the best fuck of two thousand and eight! Don't apologize for making me bleed a drop or two. Honey, that was incredible!" When they looked Mario was gone. Neither of them knew when he left. They stayed in bed the rest of the night, being tender with each other. Bob promised he'd be back soon and that he'd call Carla before he came to Vegas. She promised that Mike would share her with him and comp him a room again. In the long drive back to L.A. Bob thought about Carla a lot. He also thought about his wife and the next step of his plan. Brandy was at work when Bob got home. The trash cans were full, dirty dishes in the sink and the bedroom was a mess. The entire house smelled like sex. Bob went through the house opening all the windows. He discovered that Brandy had used the guest room bed, too. He started the wash, did the dishes and took out the trash after he checked the recording of what happened at home while he was gone. Connor Estridge had been there twice, in the master bedroom. He was an energetic fucker. He used two positions with Brandy, missionary and doggy and he used them often. The guest bedroom was used with a different man. Younger, taller than Connor. He got sucked and fucked three times while Bob was out of town. Bob put a new disc into the machine and put the recorded disc into a safe place so he could edit it later. When Brandy came home she found the house restored to clean and orderly. She changed from work clothes to sweats without even looking for Bob. Bob wasn't home. He was at the store. He bought plenty of food and supplies so he wouldn't need to come back for a few days. He loaded some things into a cheap ice chest he bought and filled it with ice. Back at home he came in through the back door and started loading his purchases into the kitchen cabinets and fridge. Some of the things he bought stayed in the car. Brandy came into the kitchen and said, "Thanks for cleaning up." Bob noticed how she was dressed and how she didn't even say welcome home. She did thank him for cleaning up. In his mind he said, "Enough is enough." Out loud he asked, "Would you rather have chicken fajitas or some pasta?" "Fajitas, but not too spicy." She turned and left the kitchen. He put the five bags of groceries away and made dinner. When it was ready he went to their bathroom and got two small pills from a prescription bottle. Past experience told him that two pills with dinner and she would be out cold for four hours. He powdered the pills and mixed them into Brandy's food. He served their dinner and she ate all her dinner and a little more. She had a beer with dinner, too. After she was done she went back to the living room. Bob cleaned up dinner and when the kitchen was clean he found Brandy passed out on the couch. A fireman's carry got Brandy to the garage and into Bob's car. Two hours later they were in the desert parked on a dirt road. Bob had grown up in the desert where he had taken Brandy. He knew he could stay there for days without being disturbed. He got two lawn chairs out of the trunk and set them up. He undressed Brandy and got her nude body into one of the chairs. He poured lighter fluid on her clothes and watched them burn about thirty feet from the car. He put the keys to the car under a rock near the back tire of the car. He checked the time and knew Brandy was asleep. The pills had worn off. He took a small bottle of water from the ice chest, took a good drink and poured a little on Brandy's tits. She jerked awake and slapped at the tiny stream of cold water hitting her chest. "What the fuck!" She yelled. Bob smiled and stopped pouring. He took another drink and sat down. Brandy sputtered, "Where am I? Where are my clothes? What the fuck is going on?" "I wanted to have a talk with you, so we took a drive out here." He spoke quietly, calmly. "I want my clothes!" "You'll have your clothes, later." "I want my clothes now and I want to go home." Bob pointed to a distant light. It was at least a mile away. "Under that light is a pay phone. If you have fifty cents you can make a call from there. Between here and there is a mile of rocks, sand, cactus, thorns, lizards and snakes. From the light to the nearest town is eighteen miles. The sweats you were wearing are gone forever." "I demand you take me to me clothes and take me home." She screamed. Bob spoke calmly. He said, "If you use the word demand again I will hit you. I have never hit you before, but the days of you demanding anything from me are over. We are here to have a talk. We aren't going anywhere until we have that conversation." "I can take you! I'll just slap the shit out of you and take the car, leaving your sorry ass out here alone." "I don't have the keys to the car on me. Slap the shit out of me and you're still out here in the desert, bare assed, bare foot and shit out of luck." She fumed and stayed in the chair. Bob was a patient man. No cars came by, no planes flew over. He sipped from the water bottle. "Ok. If having a talk is so damned important to you, talk." She folded her arms across her chest and crossed her legs. The expression on her face reminded Bob of someone who had just sucked on a lemon. "Ok. I've made some big mistakes in our marriage. I'm not exactly sure what all of them were, but I've learned enough to start correcting them. Mistake one, I'm too easy going. I avoided any kind of conflict. I can see now that isn't a good thing. Two, when our baby died we never talked about it, never did anything together to heal from the hurt. We should have. You made decisions about us and you changed your behavior towards me unilaterally. I still have no idea why. I didn't press you about it, not because I didn't care, but because I didn't want to add to the pain I thought you were experiencing. That too, was a mistake on my part." Bob paused, hoping Brandy would say something. She didn't. She could have told him that she married him because the guy who knocked her up took off when she told him she was pregnant. She could have told him she wanted to divorce him after the baby died but he was so nice to her, took such good care of her that she stayed. She changed her style of dress because she didn't want to have sex with him. He didn't turn her on. She got turned on by forceful men. He was too nice. She didn't say anything. Bob continued. "As time went on I saw you taking less and less care of the house, our stuff and yourself. I took up the slack. I didn't talk to you about it. Anytime I started to, you reacted negatively and I allowed that to push me away." "You're a wimp! I push you away because I can. Remember what I told you I want for our anniversary? I meant it!" "You want to be fucked senseless? Remember what I promised? I said I'd see what I could do." Bob got up and went to the other side of the car. He came back carrying a cot. Made of aluminum and green webbed fabric it was strong and light. He dropped it on the ground a foot from Brandy. He started undressing. "Get on the cot, Brandy, or stand up and bend over, you're about to be fucked senseless." "I don't want you to fuck me! I want a man to fuck me! A real man!" She was screaming. Bob finished undressing, except for his shoes. He took the three steps to Brandy and jerked her to her feet. She tried to hit him and he slapped her across the tits. She screamed and fell back into the chair. "Get on your back on the damned cot!" She glared up at him and thought about grabbing is cock and ripping it off. He hit her across the face. "Harm me and you'll die out here. The buzzards will pick your bones clean. Are you going to fight me all the way or are you getting the idea the wimp is gone and I'm in charge?" "You're still a wimp!" "Probably, but I'm learning fast. The wimp of a week ago would never had hit you. He loved you the way he had been taught to love a woman, a wife. You wanted a forceful man, one who would take what he wanted. The wimp wanted you to give him what he needed. A mismatched pair if one ever existed. You now have a choice before you, get your ass on that bed and open your legs for me or fight me and get left in the desert." "You won't do it! You're a wimp who grew balls for a minute! The minute is over." Bob sat down and took off his shoes. He pulled on his boxers and then his pants. "See," she said. "You've wimped out again." Bob pulled his shirt on and put his shoes back on. He folded the chair and put it in the back seat of the car. He said, "The weather forecast for this area says that by nine this morning it will be a hundred degrees. By three this afternoon it will be near one-twenty. There is no shade for at least ten miles. You have no shoes, no clothes and no sunscreen. You're so pale that I can see the veins in your tits. By ten you'll be bright red. By noon your skin will be so painful you'll fall down on the burning hot sand and by three you'll be dead. Before dark the animals will have eaten most of the skin off your body. All because you won't fuck me. You fuck Connor. He doesn't love you, but he treats you like a whore. No, that's wrong. Whores get paid. For Connor, you're just a slut. For Eric, you're a whore. Did the young guy who shot his load up your ass yesterday pay you? Are you his slut or his whore?" "You know?" "I was a wimp, not stupid. Before I go, tell me why you'll spread your legs for them and not me? You might like the new me. I don't care if you cum. I don't care if you enjoy fucking me. I just want to fuck you senseless once before the divorce. You can have all the fucking you want. What you can't have is the wimp back." "You knew?" She looked bewildered. "You did everything but fuck them in front of me. Think about what the house looked like when I got home. Think that it could have looked like that or smelled like that if you hadn't been a slut-whore while I was gone? As a matter of fact, you did fuck Connor Estridge in front of me. Then he stood next to your car and you sucked his cock while I watched." She stood up and moved to the cot. She leaned back until she was on her back, legs spread. "You look a lot like my wimp husband, but you ain't him. I need a good fuck. Come fuck me, please." Bob took off his clothes again. He moved to her and as he assumed the position he slapped her pussy. She jumped and yelped. He hit her again and again. When he heard a wet slap he stopped. He shoved his cock inside her and said, "I read somewhere that having your cunt slapped gets you wet. I didn't believe what I read." "Believe it! Now fuck me!" He slammed in. The action was hard and fast and then stopped. Bob felt his cum rising and he didn't want to cum yet. He backed out of her and used three fingers to replace his cock. Twisting and jamming into her, he fucked her hard and fast with three fingers. She came and he acted as if he didn't notice. He gave her orders and she obeyed. "Lift your legs, bitch." "Pinch your own nipples, hard!" He pulled his fingers out of her and jammed his cock back inside. "Pull your legs up by your face!" She did. Hey were both breathing hard, grunting and making other animal noises. He pulled his wet cock out of her cunt and pushed into her ass. She screamed and he didn't even slow down. When he was all the way in he shoved his fingers into her cunt. "Oh God! Please stop! You'll kill me!" His hand twisted, his hips bucked and Brandy passed out. Bob continued to fuck her ass until he was ready to cum. He pulled out and moved so his cock was at her mouth. He opened her mouth and shot his load into her mouth. She gagged on his cum and came back to life. He back away from her and looked at her. She was spitting cum from her mouth and shit had leaked from her ass. She was a mess. From the trunk of the car Bob got a gallon of water and some soap and washed himself. He used a small towel to get dry and then said, "Have you been fucked senseless?" "Yes! I'm sore all over! I'll feel that fuck for a week!" "No, you won't." Bob sat and started redressing. Brandy was still on the cot. "I won't?" "No. For you to feel it a week from now two things need to happen and they aren't both going to happen. One of them, maybe, but not both." "What two things?" "One, you need to be alive a week from now. Two, you would need not to be fucked again during that week. We haven't determined if you'll still be alive. I guarantee if you are alive you will have been fucked and fucked often between now and then." "I want to be alive and I want to be fucked often between now and then." She squirmed on the cot. It was nearly sunrise and the temperature was rising. "If you choose to live it will be by my rules. You'll agree to them now and live them the rest of your life." "What are they?" "You will fuck whoever I tell you to fuck, whenever I tell you to fuck them. That's the first rule. Agree?" "Yes." "You will never fuck anyone unless I tell you to do so. That includes hand jobs, blow jobs, eating pussy or any other sexual activity." "I don't eat pussy!" "You will if I ask you to. You will do whatever sexual activity I ask you to. Agree?" "Yes." Her answer was almost a whisper. "Say it louder." At the top of her lungs she screamed, "I will fuck anyone anywhere you want me to! I will eat pussy or suck cock or anything else you want me to." "You will keep the house clean, inside. I will keep the outside clean and take care of both cars. I will fix whatever breaks in the house. We will share cooking. When I cook for us, you clean up. When you cook a meal for us, I'll clean up. Agree?" "Yes!" She yelled. Bob smiled. "The only days you wear panties are when you're bleeding. You will get rid of any pants you can't take off in less than fifteen seconds. When you are with me you will dress in what I want you to wear. When you are to be with a sex partner you will wear what I tell you to wear. Agree?" "Why the thing about my pants?" "Because I might want to fuck you and I shouldn't have to wait. Agree?" "Yes!" She still yelled, but not as loud. "Any and all money you make comes to me. Any and all money you want or need comes from me. If Mr. Cameron or any other person gives you money, it comes to me. All of it. Agree?" "Yes!" She yelled again and again it was not as loud as before. Bob handed her the half full plastic water bottle and the soap. "Get clean." She did. By the time she was clean the sun was up. The temperature was rising quickly. "One last thing. You agree to take very good care of me. While I was in Las Vegas I paid someone to watch me. If something terrible happens to me he'll know and within a few hours you will die. He won't care if you did it. He won't wait to see if the police think you did it. You will just die. My life becomes your responsibility. Your life depends on it. Understand?" "Yes." She said it with an even tone. She had surrendered. He handed her a bag from the trunk. She looked inside and found clothes. "You said my clothes were gone forever." "The sweats you were wearing at dinner last night are gone. I burned them over there." He pointed to the ashes from the fire. "If you started walking towards the light you would have stopped before you'd gone fifty feet. The ground out here is sharp and hard. Your feet are soft." Enough Is Enough She dressed. She found a skirt, a shirt and a pair of shoes in the bag. She said, "No bra?" "You can wear a bra to work. When we are at home or out like this, I prefer your tits more available. As I drive I might want to touch your tits. So, no bra." He folded her chair and put it behind the front seat with the other chair. He didn't touch the cot. "We're leaving the cot?" She asked. "Yup. If you ever see it again, you'll know you're dead." He opened the car door for her and she got in. She looked up at Bob and said, "Thank you." He closed the door and went around to his door and got in. On the way, he picked up the rock and retrieved the keys. The car started and he drove. He went the opposite direction from the light he had pointed to in the night. "In case you're wondering, if you had walked to the light and if there had been fifty cents waiting there, you would have been nineteen miles from the nearest person." She was quiet all the way home, thinking. They went through a drive through and Bob bought them breakfast. He ordered two number four breakfasts at McDonalds and while they ate he drove. When they were done Brandy collected their trash and put the bag by her feet. She said, "Thanks for breakfast." "You're welcome." When they got home she said, "I could run." "You could. You could come home during the day tomorrow, pack your car with your things and leave. I won't come after you. I will divorce you day after tomorrow. Here's what will happen: You will quickly discover life is a lot tougher on your own. Suddenly you'll have no help with rent, utilities, food, insurance or anything else that costs money. Think you can afford a nice place like this on your own? Think Connor will leave his wife for you? Or Eric? Think again. They like you because you're safe. They know you're married. You're looking for a good fuck, not a ring." "You've become cynical." "Maybe. I'd have said I've become coldly realistic." "When we go inside, what's next?" "That depends. You want to go? Or, are you staying?" "If you'll let me go why'd you take me out to the desert?" "I wanted to talk with you. I needed to get your attention before you'd listen. It worked." "Do we need to go back to the desert to fuck like that again?" "No. We will fuck like that often, and we'll fuck in many other ways too." "Then, I'm staying." She opened her door and got out. Bob got out too and as she went through the door into the house Bob slapped her bare ass. "Sweetheart, you left a big wet place on the seat of my car. Get something and clean it up, please. I like the smell of your pussy, but it needs to be cleaned up." "You usually do the cleaning." "I'm asking nicely. This time, please clean up the wet spot on the seat." She got paper towels and a spray bottle of cleaner and went back into the garage. Bob went to the bathroom, stripped and showered. Brandy came into the bathroom before he was done. She was nude. "May I join you?" "Yes. That would be nice. I haven't had my back scrubbed in months." She got in with him and he handed her the soap. She did his back and ass then she reached around him and began washing his front. He shaved while she got him clean. When her soapy hands began stroking his member he said, "If I get hard I will fuck your mouth and you will swallow." Her stroking stopped, for a moment. She turned him to face her and she bent to his cock. He backed her up until her ass was against the tile and he thrust into her mouth. At first the strokes were an inch into her, but gradually he went deeper and deeper. "Don't throw up. Relax your throat and learn how to take all of it!" Bob's hands held her arms crossed on her back. The first time he bumped her uvula she gagged, and he stopped moving. She wanted to throw up, but worked hard not to do it. Bob pulled back and said, "Take a deep breath. Relax your throat. Think about how much Connor will love being deep throated!" She looked up at his face. It was clear she was confused. Would Bob really let her keep screwing Connor? As she looked up with the question in her eyes, Bob shoved back into her throat. She gagged. For half an hour they practiced deep throating. She had not mastered her gag reflex, but she had made progress. Bob said, "Enough, for tonight. We'll do it again tomorrow night." Brandy started to stand up. His hands stopped her and turned her around. He spread her legs and shoved his hard cock into her pussy. It didn't take long before he shot his load into her. As soon as he did he pulled out. "I didn't cum." Brandy said. "Did you cum in the desert?" "Yes! I lost count!" "You'll cum again tomorrow. Let's go to bed." He got out of the shower and dried off. He was almost completely dry anyway. He had shut the water off during the deep throat lesson. Naked, he went into the bedroom and got in bed. Brandy came out of the bathroom and went to her chest-of-drawers. "No nightgown. No panties. No bra. Just get in bed." "Yes, Sir." There was an edge to her voice. Bob heard a rebellion brewing. When she got into bed he grabbed her by the nearest nipple. Not the whole breast, just her nipple. "Ow! What's that for?" "You keep forgetting that the wimp is gone. Maybe if I give you a little pain when you forget, you'll learn that he's gone." Her hand covered her breast and she said, "I'll remember." "Sooner or later, it's up to you." They went to sleep. In the morning she woke up alone. The house was quite quiet. She got up and began her morning ritual. Brushed her teeth, peed noticing how tender her vulva was, and went to her chest-of-drawers for clothes. She opened the second drawer where sweats lived. The drawer was empty except for a note that read, "They're gone forever, not to be replaced. Wear a skirt." She wore a skirt and a pull over shirt. No bra. She had no plans to go anywhere. On the way out of the bedroom she wondered what was for breakfast. In the kitchen she found another note, "I'll be back at ten. We will be going out at eleven. Don't make any plans for the rest of the day." She made herself a bowl of cereal and ate. When she was done she left the bowl on the table with the cereal. She put the milk back in the fridge. It was nine-fifty when she left the kitchen. A couple minutes before ten, Bob walked through the kitchen door. He saw the bowl and cereal on the table. He smiled as he resisted the impulse to clean up after Brandy. In his head he said, "Enough is enough." He stepped to their laundry room and found a wooden clothes pin. They still had a few, even though Bob had bought a dryer years ago. In the living room he said, "Brandy, please stand up." She did. She asked, "Where were you?" "Please put your hands behind your back for me." "Why?" She looked a little afraid. "Because if you do what I say, it will hurt less than if you don't." Bob kept his voice calm and the meaning ominous. She put her hands behind her. Bob looked at her face and said, "If your hands stay away from your chest and you do what I ask you to do, this will not last long. Understand?" "What are you going to do?" "Give you a lesson." He opened the clothes pin and pinched her nipple through her shirt. He attached the clothes pin and slowly released his finger pressure. Brandy tried to pull away and she said, "Jesus, Bob that hurts!" He let go completely. Tears streamed down her face and he said, "You left the cereal and your bowl on the table. I'll take the clothes pin off when both items are where they belong." She intended to rush. She turned to fly into the kitchen and learned how badly it hurt to move at all with a clothes pin attached to her nipple. She made it into the kitchen and put the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher. Bending over to do that hurt in a whole new way. Twice her hands started to reach for the clothes pin, and stopped. She stood back up and put the cereal box in the cupboard. As the cupboard door closed Bob opened the clothes pin and took it off her. As the blood rushed back into her nipple she dropped to her knees and screamed in pain. Bob sat on the floor beside her and asked, "You are a very intelligent woman. What have you learned this morning?" "Two things. The wimp is dead and I'd better clean up after myself." "Very good. While I was out I bought you a present." "A present?" Her face looked bewildered. "Yes. Take off your clothes. We need to see if I got the right size." Brandy carefully removed the shirt, then quickly remover the skirt. Bob took a black leotard from the bag he brought home and gave it to her. "Put it on, please." She stood up and stepped into the leotard, pulling it up and putting the shoulder straps over her shoulders. It fit very snugly. Pussy hairs escaped on both sides of the crotch. Her nipples were quite easily visible. "You do have some gym shoes, don't you?" "Yes, but I can't go out dressed like this." "Why not?" "I need to shave and wear panties and a bra to go out in public!" "Partially correct. I want you to shave every hair from your pussy then get dressed in the leotard again. No Bra. No panties. And, put on the shoes." "Dare I ask, what's going on?" "Ask when we're in the car. Now hurry, we need to be there in thirty-five minutes!" He pushed her towards the bathroom. In her rush to be ready, she nicked herself twice. She was bald and redressed in thirty minutes. When she rejoined Bob in the kitchen he handed her a pair of nylon running shorts. She smiled and put them on. As they got into the car she asked, "If you were giving me shorts to wear, why did I need to shave?" "Because people will still be able to look up the leg openings of the shorts and hair isn't appropriate." She thought about his answer, but didn't ask any more questions. They were answered when Bob parked behind a yoga studio. They walked in and found ten people spread out around the room. Six women and four men. The instructor introduced herself and had Bob fill out the forms while she started the class. An hour later Brandy was soaked in sweat and wanted nothing more than a shower and a trip to bed. It was not to be. Bob took her from yoga to a walking path at a park. Together they walked two miles. Both were sweaty when they got back in the car. "You've decided to kill me." Brandy wheezed. Bob laughed. He started the car and said, "Not even close. We're getting into shape. You're doing yoga so you'll be the best fuck in the state! Imagine what being in bed with the instructor would be like. She's so flexible I'll bet she can damn near lick her own pussy." "Oh my God! You might be right! When she showed us that one pose she spread her pussy so open I could see it through her leotard!" "You'll be able to do that for me and I'll jam my cock in while you do it!" "I'd like that." Bob could see she was in a fantasy about sex and yoga. He drove them home. They showered and dressed. Bob took her out to dinner and they both ordered salads. He treated her like they were on a date. He kissed her in public a few times, squeezed her butt a few times and touched her breast as they drove a couple times. By the time they were back at home Brandy was hot for some sex. Bob said, "I have another surprise for you." "I hope it involves you shoving your beautiful cock inside me!" "It does." Bob went to her chest-of-drawers and found a scarf. He used it as a blindfold and tied it around Brandy's head. "I can't see." "That's what blindfolds do. Now, undress. She did. Bob took her clothes and set them aside. He helped Brandy lie down on their bed with her legs spread. He touched her open cunt gently with his finger tips for a few seconds, then he slapped her as he had in the desert. She yelped and reached for her pussy. "Put your hands against the headboard and keep them there. If I need clothes pins to teach you, I have some." Brandy reached and put her hands against the headboard. Bob slapped her pussy three more times. He said, "Stay right here, just as you are." Brandy heard him leave the room. She heard him in the living room. When she heard the front door open she felt an adrenalin rush. Was someone else in the house? She heard Bob's voice whispering. She couldn't make out all the words, but some. "You need to... and when you take pictures ... faces... shaved pussy... quiet." The stereo came on and whatever else was said, she missed it. She didn't hear them come into the bedroom. She jumped when a hand caressed her pussy. The hand was inside a latex glove and there was lube on the glove. "Bob?" "Who were you expecting?" The voice didn't sound like it came from where she expected the owner of the hand would be. Was Bob watching another man touching her? Bob's voice asked, "Does that feel good, Brandy? Does it turn you on?" "Yes, Bob, it feels good." Her hips moved without her willing it. They just responded to the slippery fingers touching all over her pussy. The fingers kept stroking her until she was frustrated. She wanted more. She wanted to be fucked. "Open your mouth, Brandy. He's not quite as big as me. Maybe you can take all of him down your throat. Be a good slut for us and try." A hard cock touched her lips. It didn't push. It just touched. "Open for him. Use your tongue to invite him inside your mouth." She opened her mouth and he slammed about four inches deep in a second! She almost gagged from the suddenness. He didn't smell like Bob. He wasn't hairy like Bob. Bob was watching another man shove his cock in her mouth! "Suck him, Brandy! I told him you were a good cock sucker, even though you hadn't learned how to deep throat yet." Brandy sucked and her attention shifted from being shocked at mild-mannered Bob pimping her out, to pleasing the cock in her mouth. She wanted to use her hands and stroke the cock and play with the balls slapping against her face, but she didn't dare. The thought of a clothes pin on her bare nipple scared the hell out of her. When the cock touched the back of her throat she gagged. He shoved in deeper and she continued to gag. Her hands came off the headboard and suddenly the cock was gone! She choked and sputtered for a minute, grateful that he had pulled out. "You disappointed me, Brandy. You moved your hands. Put them back on the headboard." "I was choking!" "I won't let you die! Focus! You can do this. Other whores do it! Porn stars do it! Are they better than you?" "I can do it!" Brandy adopted a new attitude. Her hands pressed on the headboard. She didn't realize it but the clothes pin was just inches from her tit. If Bob hadn't seen the shift in attitude she would have felt it. The cock touched her lips. She opened her mouth and lifted her head to take him inside. He penetrated her mouth faster and faster, deeper and deeper until his pubic bone hit her chin and nose with every stroke. She gagged often and didn't throw up. She also didn't die. After what seemed hours the cock was fucking her throat and she was no longer gagging. He shoved in deep and filled her throat with his load of cum. When he was spent he slowly pulled out. Brandy felt him get off the bed. She heard the bathroom door close. Bob's voice was mere inches from her ear. "You did well. Next time I fuck your mouth, I believe you can take all of me." "I will try, Bob." Brandy's voice convinced him she meant what she was saying. The bathroom door opened and Brandy thought she heard the men leaving the bedroom. She heard the stereo shut off and then heard the front door open and close. A minute later she heard the fridge open and close. "Take off the blindfold, Brandy." She took it off and found that the bedroom was quite dark. Only the light from the street light across the street shining through the curtains lit the room. Bob handed her a bottle of cold water. She drank half the bottle. "Thanks." She said. "For the water, the fucking or both?" "Both. I didn't believe I could do it!" "There are a lot of things I didn't believe either of us could do. But, that was then and this is now. Would you like to do your bedtime ritual so we can go to bed?" "You've already changed my bedtime ritual. Are you going to change it some more?" "Probably, but not tonight." He motioned her off the bed and into the bathroom. When she came back she climbed into bed and snuggled against Bob. He wrapped his arms around her and said, "I've missed this. I ought to be pissed at my parents for teaching me to be so mild-mannered. They did what they knew to do." "You're not pissed at them?" "No. I'm pissed at me. I saw where we were going and didn't have the balls to stop it." Her hand gently held his balls. "Feels like you've got them now!" "Tomorrow is Monday. You're going to work. Connor and Eric will be there and they know nothing about the desert. I assume you'd like to keep fucking them?" "Not if you don't want me to." She answered, being cautious. "I know you still want to fuck them. You like strong, powerful men. I get it! I'm even Ok with it. In fact, I want you to stop doing them in parking lots and public bathrooms. You could get arrested! I think you should set up the guest bedroom as your playroom and bring them here." "You're serious? Here?" "Think about it. It's the safest place you could be. Anything you might want is here. No cops. Nobody watching. You can always be sure you have rubbers available. You can both shower before and after. How much better could it be?" "There's a word for a man that lets his wife fuck around. Are you sure you want that word to apply to you?" "I'm already a cuckold. You've been fucking others for months. Now, I'm a willing cuckold. I liked watching tonight. It was much better than watching from fifty yards away while you sucked Connor." "What do I say to them?" "Come on over. Bob is at work. Bob's going to the movies with friends. Bob won't stop us. Tell them whatever you told them while I was in Las Vegas. But, don't fuck anyone any where except here. Every time you're bringing a date home, call my cell and tell me who, what time and how long they'll be here. If one of your lovers wants to stay overnight I need twenty-four hour notice and a room at the Marriot that they pay for." "You've thought about this." "Yes. I like being married. I like being married to you, especially since I grew balls. I understand that I created the slut-whore you've become. Pretty stupid of me to get angry about something I did. So, I compensate. You get fucked as much as you want and so do I." "Are you going to fuck other women?" "Probably. I haven't given that much thought, but probably." "Oh." Bob could almost hear the gears in her head turning. He shut off the lamp and went to sleep... after Brandy kissed him soundly. In the morning they dressed and went to work. At a little after eleven Bob's phone rang. Brandy said, "Connor wants two hours today. Say four to six. After that, I'll make dinner for you and me. Ok?" "Sure. Stop at a pharmacy on the way home and get a few condoms. I'll get more on my way home so you have a supply. What time will dinner be ready?" "Give me forty-five minutes to an hour after Connor leaves to clean up and cook. Say seven." "I'll walk through the door at seven. Thanks for the call." "You're sure about this?" "Yup. Have a good time! Oh, one more thing: no hickeys." "Gotcha! No problem." Bob stopped at the library on his way from work. He checked out three novels. He figured he would be spending some time reading while Brandy was entertaining. He also stopped at a pharmacy. He bought a three-pack each of six different kinds of condoms. When he put them on the counter in front of the young sales-girl she blushed. Bob smiled, but didn't say anything. Enough Is Enough He parked in the shade at the park near their home. At ten minutes to seven he was twenty chapters into a James Patterson novel. He put a bookmark in the book, started the car and drove home. Brandy greeted him at the door with a hug and a great kiss. She tasted like the sauce she was putting on the pasta. She pressed her t-shirt covered tits against his chest and ground her hips against him. He gave her the bag of condoms and she looked inside. Her eyes widened. Eighteen condoms even looks like a lot of condoms. She served him dinner that included salad, garlic bread and shrimp in the pasta. A glass of wine was poured after he sat down. As they ate Bob told her he loved the dinner. It was really good. She told him that she loved not needing to sneak. She told him that Connor wanted to stay a little longer and she had told him he could stay, if he helped make dinner for Bob. She laughed and said, "He was dressed and gone in five minutes." After dinner they sat together on the couch and watched some TV. Bob played with Brandy's pussy as he watched "The Biggest Loser". It crossed his mind that it had just been forever since her pussy was available while they watched TV. He also remembered how she had sent him to sit in the chair because "she was already comfortable." On Thursday Brandy called Bob at work. "Hi. How would you feel if it wasn't Connor and it wasn't Eric?" "The younger guy you did while I was gone?" "No. Someone new." She sounded nervous. Maybe even worried about his reaction. "Who?" "Martin Shiff. He is the manager of the dry cleaners next door." "What does he drive?" "I wondered if you'd ask. A black Caddy. It's new." "Is he married?" "That's the funny part. He's married to Carolyn Matsuko, the daughter of Dr. Matsuko of the Methodist Church in Riverside!" "When does he want to play?" "Tonight. Five to six, then he has to get home for a meeting at church." "Ok. I'll be home at six-thirty. Remember all the details, I want the whole story over dinner." "Bob, I love you! Thank you." "I love you, too." Bob thought about the video system running in their home. He had put a fresh disc in the night before while Brandy was in the shower. The daughter of Dr. Reverend Matsuko. How interesting. Brandy cooked every time she had a guest. Brandy was taking good care of the house. Her lovers were seeing where she lived. Bob listened to her stories about her dates and fucked her hard as she told him about them. Brandy was having orgasms nearly every day and sometimes three or four in a day. Three months passed and during those weeks Bob arranged lots of things he didn't share with Brandy. He arranged to sell their house. He opened two accounts in the Cayman Islands. He transferred all their money except a thousand dollars to the Cayman Island accounts. He got a power of attorney for his realtor and a contract to transfer the proceeds from the sale of their home to the account in the Caymans. Bob called Brandy at work one day near the end of the three months. "Sweetheart, I've got to go to Seattle for a couple days. You can go with me or stay here. If you stay I still want to know who and when you're fucking. No overnight guests unless they leave me the price of my room in Seattle. My room is four hundred a night." "Can I call you back?" "Call my cell." Half an hour later Bob's cell rang. He smiled. She was staying. "This is Bob." "Hi. There will be eight hundred dollars waiting for you when you return." "It has to be cash. Who's staying?" "Usually Eric just wants a suck in his office, and you said that was Ok. But, when I told him about you leaving town he booked both nights. The old boy wants to finally fuck me!" "Your play room, not our bed. Agreed?" "All my toys are in there, not in our bedroom. Guests love the play room." "Great! See you on Friday afternoon. Brandy, I love you." "I love you, too." Mike, Carla and Bob reviewed the evidence while he was in Vegas. He had told Brandy Seattle and gone to Vegas. A friend from work drove Bob's car to Seattle and used his credit card for gas and food. Bob drove his car to Vegas. Mike taught Bob how to piece together video that would embarrass, ruin or damn near kill someone. They made discs that could be shown to each of the men fucking Brandy. Carla worked with Mike and Bob, picking good shots, making comments and helping duplicate the videos. As they watched Brandy in action Carla said, "I want you to bring her to Vegas. I want to eat that pussy and fuck her!" Mike and Bob responded in unison, "I want to watch!" They prepared ten mailings, one to each man. A voice on the DVD told each man the video was from a video production company that produced private videos. He was receiving a sample, prepared especially for him. No offer to sell the video, rent it or anything to do with money. The voice warned the men not to give gifts or money to the woman with them in the video. They were told that would be illegal. Included with the DVD was a slip of paper. A deposit slip for a numbered account in the Cayman Islands. It was made out in the amount of ten thousand dollars. Everything was prepared while all three people wore two pairs of latex gloves. Everything was mailed from a post office in St. George Utah. When Carla was back in Las Vegas, the three conspirators fucked until it was time for Bob to head back to L.A. He had paid cash for gas and had never checked into a hotel. There was no paper trail linking Bob to the DVD's. At home Bob traded cars again and went home. He pulled into the garage at six. Brandy's car was there. She met Bob at the door with open arms and dinner on the table. She was nude. They had dinner and went to bed as soon as the kitchen was clean. Bob was an animal. When they were done Brandy was bruised from the rough sex. They showered and Bob said, "You have a choice to make. It is an important choice." "Do we have to go to the desert to talk about it?" Her face showed just a little fear. "Nope, but you must decide tonight. Here are your choices: One, you can pack a suitcase of no more than fifty pounds and we will go to LAX and leave Los Angeles forever. Two, you can stay here, alone, and do your best to survive the shit storm that's coming." Brandy sat up and said, "What shit storm? How much shit is in the storm? What are you talking about?" Bob got off the bed and opened his briefcase. He took out a DVD and popped it into their DVD player. The screen showed a picture of Connor and she heard the voice tell her about the video. When the voice stopped the screen showed Connor undressing Brandy. The scene showed her sucking him and they heard everything he said. Then he fucked Brandy three different ways. The next clip showed them in the shower. Brandy sucked him and he fucked her ass. Bob stopped the video. "A DVD like this has been sent to each of your lovers. Included was a deposit slip to an account in the Cayman Islands. I think that if you stay here there is a chance of you going to jail or being killed by an angry man or his wife. I'm not sure that you actually broke any laws. I am sure these men are going to believe you fucked them, then fucked them over." "This is payback for me making you a cuckold! I don't really have a choice! If I stay I'm dead!" "Our plane leaves in three hours. The house will be sold and the money goes to a different account in the Caymans. Our bank accounts have already been transferred and I have a few thousand in traveler's checks." Bob was up and dressed as he talked. Brandy got up and filled a suitcase. She cried as she packed. In the car on the way to the airport she asked, "Why did you do this to me?" "I didn't do this to you. If I wanted to fuck your life, I'd have just left without a trace. You'd have lost the house, your job and maybe your life. Did I do that? No. Sometime in the next two weeks we will have a hundred thousand dollars. Three months from now we'll get more. They will get deposit slips in the mail four times a year. We can get jobs in another city, another country, and because you are a great fuck... we can do it all again!" [This story is fiction. Do not try this at home. IF there were a second chapter it would deal with what happened after the DVD's were delivered. It might not be pleasant, so I won't write it. You can write it, think about it and you can even write me about what you think would, could or should happen.] Enough Is Enough! Authors Note: In most of my stories I get into the sex fairly quickly. In this story however I provide the background and storyline before getting into the sex. This story could have been posted under two or three categories but I elected to post it under Non-consent/ Reluctant due to the one bizarre night of unplanned sex. INTRODUCTION My name is Walter Curran and I was born in a quaint Irish community in New York City known as Hell's Kitchen. I was raised Catholic and attended Catholic school until I was 18 years old. Before I started fifth grade we moved out of the kitchen to the upper west side on Manhattan. I attended a catholic military school from fifth to eight grades. Our school uniform colors were gray and black and they resembled the West Point Cadet uniforms. As part of out school curriculum we had close order drill every Wednesday afternoon. We saluted the nuns and priests in our parish as well as higher ranking students. After grammar school as it was called then, I attended Catholic High School which was taught by Jesuits. After high school I enlisted in the Marine Corps. People used to say that after being raised by an Irish family and attending Catholic School that the Marine Corps was not much of a transition for me. In some cases that was true although I don't think anything prepares you for the first 2-3 weeks of Boot Camp. I will say however that the discipline and personal hygiene training I received growing up came in handy in the corps. I graduated number one in my platoon at Parris Island and received the dress blues award. From boot camp it was on to Camp Lejeune for infantry training and then after a brief leave to my first duty station in Naples, Italy. I was stationed in Naples for two years which is where my discipline really came in handy. I always remember my orientation after arriving at Marine Barracks Naples, Italy. The Master Sergeant explained how we could take advantage of being stationed in Europe and seeing other countries and learning about their culture or we could spend our money on booze and prostitutes. I made up my mind at that moment to spend my money seeing Europe. In the two years I was stationed in Naples I used my military leave to travel to other countries. The cold war was still going strong so we were prohibited from visiting communist bloc countries. I still enjoyed seeing a lot of Italy and traveling to Spain, France and West Germany. I took an Italian language course and learned to speak confidently and converse with the locals when I traveled around the country. I learned to snow ski in Italy and made frequent weekend trips by rail to the ski resort Roccorasso. In the summer months I spent many weekends at Capri and I fell in love with that Isle. I met many class people in my travels and had pleasant sexual encounters along the way. Many of my Marine buddies spent their money at the bars on the hill and for sexual favors from the working women. I found that playing softball, touch football and basketball along with working on my gear kept me busy during the week. I also hung out with another Marine who was an excellent tennis player and he taught me the game. Back then the courts we played on were red clay and I would often return to the barracks covered in it. After my tour in Italy I returned to the states and I was assigned to the 2nd Recon Battalion at Camp Geiger, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. I received excellent training through a number of Navy, Army and Marine schools such as; SCUBA, Jump School, Ranger School, Mountain Leadership, Escape and Evasion, Jungle School and Counter Insurgency. After that training and many hours of field work I volunteered for Force Recon. Vietnam was heating up at that time and like a gung-ho fool, I volunteered for Nam and I was assigned to 1st Marine Force Recon. After re-enlisting I did my tour in Nam and then finished out my active service back in the states. I was selected for officer's candidate school but I opted to head back into civilian life. At that point I moved back to Manhattan to work and attend college. One of my close high school friend's father worked for a major insurance company headquartered in New York City. He encouraged me to come to work for that company and take advantage of the management training program, which I did. I was accepted at NYU and attended night school for the next six years. Between the GI Bill and company tuition reimbursement, college didn't cost me a dime. I graduated from NYU and completed the company management training program in the year 1970. For the next two years I became a very successful agent and I had done very well financially. At that time I decided to accept a position at a company office in New Jersey. During my first eight years with the company I had spent a lot of time studying but I still managed to stay active and fit. I continued downhill skiing in the winter months at Hunter Mountain and resorts in Vermont. I took a dive vacation once a year in the Caribbean and I took martial arts classes in the city. Once I moved to New Jersey I decided to pick up tennis again. LIFE IN NEW JERSEY I purchased a modest house with three bedrooms and two baths in Northern New Jersey in the town I would be working in. The house was located in a subdivision that had a country club named Creekside which I joined as a social member. The club was a complete country club with a golf course, tennis courts, swimming pool and clubhouse. The social membership gave me privileges to use the tennis courts, swimming pool and provided for five rounds of golf in the off season. Not being a golfer that was all I needed. I met a girl named Trudy and we dated for awhile and she moved in with me for a year. In spite of great sex together our lives never matched and Trudy moved back out. Trudy was six years younger than I and she had the perfect body for sex. She was 5'6" tall and weighed a tight 120 pounds. Trudy had bleached blonde hair that she wore down to her shoulders. She had a firm 35-23-35 figure without an ounce of body fat which was amazing because other than sex she never exercised. Her breasts were firm, her flat tummy was solid, and she had beautiful shapely legs and an ass that wouldn't quit. Trudy always wore a snug skimpy bikini when we hung out at the country club pool. The male club members and staff were always checking her out and I know they were fantasizing about fucking her. I was not chopped liver however as I was in great shape. At 6'2" and 180 pounds I was very fit from tennis, swimming, martial arts and working out. I also drew stares but they were from the wives of members and the female staff. I met Trudy at a popular restaurant and lounge in North Jersey. The Wine Cellar was packed every Friday and Saturday evenings and the lounge was a singles hangout. Trudy and I hit it off the first time we met and we ended up back at my house on a Saturday night. Once in the house we wasted no time getting undressed in my bedroom. Trudy got in the bed and lay back as I took in her beauty as she was in great shape. She had nice legs, a narrow waist, great abs and nice tits. I looked at her pubes and noticed the light brown tuft of hair above her pussy. I walked over to the bed and sat on the side of it. I stroked Trudy's shapely legs and luscious thighs. My hand drifted up to her mound and I felt that she was wet with desire. She smiled at me as I fingered her pussy and licked my fingers clean of her juices. Then she opened her arms and welcomed me into her body for the first time. I slipped between her thighs and slid my hard cock into her quim. Trudy uttered an audible gasp as I hit bottom. I began to fuck her slowly and eased my cock almost all the way out of her pussy before plunging it back in. She was lost in the lust of the moment. "Oh that's it fuck me, fuck me slow, fuck me good, fuck me forever," she whispered. Just hearing her asking me to fuck her was an incredible turn-on for me and I picked up my pace. Trudy threw her hips up at me as if to try and get me deeper in her cunt. I felt my orgasm approaching but I didn't want to cum before she did so I tried to slow down. "No, no don't stop, fuck me faster, I'm so close," Trudy begged. I picked up the pace again as we both raced toward our orgasms. I don't know who came first because we were so close but Trudy wrapped her legs around me and humped me for all she was worth as I spurted my seed deep in her womb. We continued to fuck each other until we were drained. I collapsed on top of Trudy and she didn't seem to mind my weight as she held me and cried out. "Oh thank you, thank you," she said over and over. I rolled off of Trudy and lay next to her on the bed. She smiled at me and then snuggled in closer. As I lay next to her I caressed her breasts, neck and arms, teasing her skin with my fingernails and tongue. Trudy made a low, drawn out sound. Deciding that I'd teased her enough I started on her naked breasts. As I sucked her warm flesh into my mouth and rolled a nipple between my teeth, Trudy let out a moan of pleasure. Trudy then moved down the bed, gently took hold of my cock and took me into her mouth, rolling my cock around and getting it wet with her saliva, while her hand worked my shaft up and down at the same time. Seconds later, she straddled me. Her hand wrapped around my now slippery cock and I felt the tickle of her pubic hair just before her soft flesh nudged my helmet and then it was suddenly engulfed by the heat and tightness of her pussy. Trudy grabbed hold of the top of the head board on either side of my head as I held onto her hips. She rocked her hips back and forth, pressing downwards and working the walls of her pussy as I slid into her further. The next motion of her hips caused her to gasp in pleasure as my full length penetrated her. She began to work up and down, back and forth as she moaned in pleasure. She felt particularly tight in this position and the unhurried pace felt sensuous and wonderful. Trudy continued to ride me at a slow, even pace as I relaxed and let her take charge. As she fucked herself on me I could hear the smacking and sucking sound of her pussy as my cock moved around inside her. Her firm breasts jiggled as Trudy picked up the pace. She pushed her hips down until our groins met and then lifted up until just the swollen tip of my cock remained inside her. She seemed to know just how far to move so that my cock never slipped out of her pussy. Her thigh muscles felt firm and tight under my hands as she worked her body on me. The speed of our groins slapping together increased as fucked faster and harder. We really had our rhythm going now and I thrust up into her as she lowered herself on me. Her pussy contracted around my cock as her eyes fluttered and she emitted a high pitch scream. Trudy grabbed onto my shoulders as she rode out her orgasm. I ejaculated into her again flooding her cunt with spunk as she collapsed on top of me. Trudy covered my face with kisses and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. As she kissed me she murmured softly into my neck and shoulders. She thanked me over and over as she held herself tightly to me. We remained in that position for what seemed like hours when it was really only minutes. I could not get enough of the girl so I rolled her over on her back. I moved toward her as she lay down on her back and held her arms open to me. She spread her legs slightly and looked apprehensively again at my erect cock. I got between her thighs and nestled my cock at the opening to her pussy. I moved the head of my cock around her vulva and gently prodded her outer cunt lips. Trudy moaned softly as her pussy got increasingly wetter. Satisfied that she was wet enough I eased my dick in a little parting her labia and finding the entrance to her pussy. I pushed more of my cock into her and in spite of her wetness and our earlier fucking she was still very snug. For the next several minutes I pushed in and pulled out, each time pushing a little more of my shaft into her sopping wet hole. Finally my cock sank all the way into her snatch causing Trudy to gasp aloud. Then as I began to saw my dick in and out of her, Trudy wrapped her legs around my lower body and humped her hips up at me. As I picked up the pace I made sure that my cock stayed in constant contact with her clit. Trudy surprised herself with another quick orgasm but I kept right on fucking her and she came multiple times in succession. Her pussy was flooded with her cunt juice and I could feel my cock soaking in her nectar as I pushed it all the way in. Trudy was experiencing a continuous string of orgasms which had her body thrashing and jerking about as they led up to her final crescendo. Her body stiffened and she grabbed my shoulders as she wrapped her legs even tighter around my torso squeezing my lower body. "Oh God, I'm cumming again, hold me, please hold me, oh, oh, please," she cried out as a thunderous climax ripped through her body. Trudy stiffened at first pushing her hips toward mine and then she went out of control. Her hips humped rapidly up and down as her body thrashed about. She was grunting and groaning and gasping for air as she reached her crescendo. We both humped each other furiously until her orgasm subsided. I kept my weight on my elbows as I lay on top of her so as not to crush her body with my weight. Trudy's vaginal muscles clenched and unclenched around my shaft. Her cunt was a receptacle holding her juices and my cock felt as if it bathing in warm oil. I pulled my cock slowly from her tight pussy with an audible sound. Her juices flowed out of her pussy as soon as my cock slipped from her hole just as if a stopper was pulled out of her. I rolled to my side along side of Trudy and flopped on my back. "Oh my, I have never cum like that. It was a little scary," she sighed and then added, "But I have never been fucked like that before and you came so much." As I lay by her side I noticed that her tits were standing straight up and her aroused nipples were pointing at the ceiling. I tweaked the hard little nubs between my fingers causing her to gasp and quiver. "My breasts are very sensitive," she murmured. I leaned over and kissed her breasts and sucked on her sensitive nipples. I rubbed her firm flat tummy as I sucked on her tits and her rock hard nubs. I was still hard and ready to fuck some more. "Oh I love that it makes me feel so feminine," she cooed. As I sucked her tits and continued to rub her belly, I let my hand drift down to her wet pussy. I ran my fingers through her soaked pubic hair. Trudy begged me to let her rest as she was sure that she could not possibly cum again. I rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips to a level with my cock as I knelt behind her. I eased my cock into her pussy and began to fuck her doggy style. Trudy was content in this position since I was not in contact with her clit. I slammed into her from behind causing her curvy ass cheeks to jiggle. As I fucked her from behind I looked at her tight asshole and wondered if anyone or anything had ever been in there. I scooped up gobs of her pussy juice and smeared it in the crack of her ass spreading around her nether hole. I added saliva to my finger and probed her tight aperture with the tip of my finger. She tensed when she felt my finger probe her asshole. I gathered up more juices and added more saliva as I continued to probe her hole and open her up. I gently pushed a very well lubricated finger into her ass and the tiny aperture opened up to accept the digit. More saliva and more juices greased her asshole sufficiently to allow me to slide my finger all the way into her rectum. Trudy thought that I was preparing her ass for my cock when she said, "Please don't try to fuck my ass." "Don't worry," I assured her, "I will just play with your ass as I fuck you." Now with my cock in her pussy and my finger in her ass I was approaching another orgasm. I could it build in my balls, travel through my scrotum and splash the insides of her vagina with my warm semen. As I came buckets in her pussy I wished that I was flooding her ass instead. After that I was done and we both collapsed in my bed and slept soundly. The next morning we made love for hours again before we showered, dressed and went out for breakfast. That was the start of our love affair and a few months later Trudy moved in with me. She loved playing with my cock and she told me that I had the biggest cock that she ever had. I assured her that although I was proud of my eight inches that there were a lot of cocks bigger than mine. Trudy loved it when I ate her pussy and fingered it at the same time. I learned how to eat pussy and find a woman's g-spot from an Italian woman I slept with in Sorrento one time. Trudy also loved me to rim her ass but she never wanted to try anal sex. I told her how a French girl that I met in Nice taught me about rimming. Trudy would shower and douche her ass in preparation for my tongue. While Trudy lived me I had the house remodeled. Trudy had always wanted a Roman bath where she could soak in the tub and sip wine with lighted candles around her. I had the contractor rebuild the master bath making it twice the original size and installing a large shower along with the Roman bath. I also had the basement finished with a wet bar, game tables and an exercise area. I purchased fitness equipment including a wave master and installed martial art floor mats. I could work out with machine and free weights plus I could practice my kicks and punches on the wave master. Finally I added a three season room with a hot tub. After a year Trudy decided that she wanted to move on with her life so moved out. Most of the guys I knew thought that I was nuts to let her go as they couldn't imagine that happening. However with Trudy it was just great sex. She had no interest in any of my activities or life style. She did not want to learn to ski, play tennis or SCUBA dive. She didn't cook and she didn't like to do housework. During the summer months she hung out at the club pool and in the winter she was mostly bored during the day. It was best that we parted. TENNIS CLUBS AND TEAMS I had made friends at the Creekside club while playing tennis and I was invited to play on the club's men's team. Out club traveled around and played other clubs during the summer months on Saturday mornings. On Friday evenings we had couples tennis and on Monday evenings it was men's night. Although I played a pretty good game I was not up to the caliber of some of the other members. When I played on the team I played number five doubles. It was through tennis that I met George and Diane Shaw who were both excellent tennis players and perennial club champions. George always won the men's singles and mixed doubles with his wife Diane. He also won the men's doubles playing with his long time friend and partner Jerry Cummings. Diane dominated the women's tennis as she always won the singles championship and she had the second best club player Marcia Cummings as her doubles partner. George worked for a large airline company based in New York City so he commuted to work each day. Diane was a very successful realtor who actually brought home more money than her George. I continued to improve in tennis and I had worked my way up to number three doubles by the season's end. I wanted to continue to improve so I joined the same indoor tennis club where Shaws and Cummings were members. The Maple Tree racquet club also had social evenings with couples night on Friday's and men's night on Mondays. After tennis on Monday night we usually hung around and had a few beers watching Monday night football. Maple Tree also had teams that played other clubs so I joined them as well. I was determined to become a solid player so I took lessons from Tom Benson the club pro. I also played early bird tennis that consisted of drills and doubles play for two hours. The level of my game rose quickly and I was soon playing number two doubles for Maple Tree. In fact my partner Dick Burns and I were giving George and Jerry a good run for the number one spot. Although we never did take over the number one doubles spot, Dick and I remained undefeated at number two. Most other clubs that we played were not as strong at number two as number one. Many of them thought that we should have been playing in the number one spot. Enough Is Enough! George and Diane had introduced me to another couple, Bruce and Shirley Jones. Bruce was an avid golfer but he had no interest in tennis. Shirley loved to play tennis so I usually paired up her for mixed doubles on couple's night at Creekside. Bruce was cool about letting his wife be my tennis partner but he kept a close eye on her. Often after tennis we would get together for a drink either at the club or one of our houses. The five of us became very good friends. George and Bruce even switched their insurance coverage to my company and I became their agent. Things were going well those days. One night after couple's tennis we were at the Jones' home drinking and talking about tennis when I suggested that Shirley become my doubles partner and compete in the club championship next year. Shirley was hesitant at first because she did not like competing against Diane who had a way of making people feel small which included her husband as well. Anytime they lost a point in a match Diane always found a way to blame George. Diane also had a foul mouth on her and many of the club members referred to her as Diane Shrew behind her back. "I don't know Walt, I 'm really not that good a player," Shirley said meekly. "Sure you are. You're good enough to play in the club tournament," I replied trying to encourage her. "Yeah, if you want to get your ass kicked," Diane mocked. Then I thought I should check with Bruce before it went any further, "Bruce is it okay with you if Shirley and I partner up." "Sure if she wants to," Bruce replied and said to his wife, "You should do it honey. It will be good for you to become a little more competitive." "Oh have to see this. Can George and I be your first match?" Diane said with a laugh putting Shirley down. "No but you can be our last match when we make it to the finals next year," I snapped in Shirley's defense. "In your dreams asshole," Diane countered showing her annoyance. "Well we'll see. How about it Shirley are you willing to give it a try?" I asked again. "I guess so. If you're willing to partner with me," Shirley replied sheepishly. "Great, I can see that mixed double trophy on my dresser already," I said to irritate Diane. "Fuck you; you know you don't have a chance. I am going to enjoy kicking your ass," Diane snapped. "We'll see, the tournament is a long way off," I concluded at which point George suggested that we change the topic. We had a few more drinks and we finished off the evening on a positive note. Bruce, Shirley and I left the Shaw's home and thanked them for hosting us. I then said goodnight to Bruce and Shirley and headed home. Over the next six months playing tennis indoors I really raised the level of my game. My stroke production was excellent so Tom worked on strategy and court position with me. I got Shirley to join Maple Tree and we took double lessons from Tom and his wife Carla. Tom had coached the girl's tennis in college which is where he met Carla. They were both excellent players and instructors. Shirley's confidence grew as we played more doubles together and we did very well on couple's night except against Diane and George. It was clear to me that Diane had Shirley spooked and that Shirley was intimidated by Diane's demeanor. We were handling the other couples in matches but Shirley always played poorly against the Shaws. I arranged for Shirley and I to play matches against some of the stronger couples at the Maple Tree club and we played at least once a week against Tom and Carla. One day Carla took Shirley aside and told her that she played as well as anyone and she should not be intimidated by Diane. It was still difficult for Shirley as Diane could be a bitch. Diane would grin at Shirley and say, "Ready to get your ass kicked again." That would do it and Shirley would be off her game. By the time summer rolled around I was ready for the Creekside Club tennis. George's partner twisted his ankle badly and was out for at least six weeks so I was asked to play number one doubles with George. We remained undefeated throughout the inter-club play that season. George and I would often play singles against each other and I was starting to get the best of him. George was a much more talented player than I was but he didn't have the killer instinct that I did and he had trouble closing out the match. Shirley and I continued playing as mixed doubles partners and I still scheduled matches against Tom and Carla. When it was time for the club championships I felt that we were ready to give George and Diane a formidable match. George and I breezed through to the singles semi-finals and George and I also reached the men's doubles finals. Diane was in the finals for singles and the doubles. Shirley and I had reached the mixed doubles finals and we would play George and Diane for the championship. The format at the club was that the men's singles semi-finals would be played on Saturday along with the men's doubles championship match. The women's singles final and Women's doubles final would also be played on Saturday. The men's single final would be played on Sunday followed by the mixed doubles championship match. George and I both won our singles matches and would face each other for the club championship on Sunday. George and I then breezed through the doubles final capturing the club championship. Diane also won easily in the women's singles and doubles; once again she was club champion for both. I was surprised by the number of club members that turned out to watch the match between George and me. After the warmups we tossed to see who would serve first. I won the toss but I elected to receive serve. George looked at me curiously as he was surprised that I let him serve first. It was something that Tom taught me that sometimes it is better to warm-up in the match rather than to start off serving. That day it worked perfectly as I broke George's serve in the first game. After that we both held serve and I took the first set 6-4. I could tell that George was nervous as he now felt that he could actually lose the match. He had been club champion for five straight years and he had never come close to losing before. Diane didn't help his cause as she was all over his case. She was so loud and obnoxious that no one would sit by her. I knew that George had all the talent needed to still win and that the match was far from over. The second set went to 6-6 with both of us holding serve. George then went on to win the tie breaker 7-5 and the set 7-6. It was the first time I had lost a set without ever losing my serve and it was an odd feeling. I sensed that George was tired as he was not as fit as me so I changed tactics in the third set. It was something else Tom had taught me about strategy. It was to bring your opponent to the net more often and lob him getting his to run a little more. The strategy worked and after the first six games we were tied at 3-3 but George was dead tired. He was leaning over with his hands on his knees breathing deeply every chance he had. I sensed his fatigue and I went for the kill. I returned to my normal serve and volley game and won the next three games for a 6-3 set. I won the championship 6-4, 6-7, and 6-3. All the members cheered for both of us for playing a great match as George and I shook hands at the net. Only Diane, who was livid that her husband lost, didn't show her appreciation. Instead she ripped her husband publicly dropping a number of f-bombs along the way. "I hope the fuck you can play better than that in our match. I can't believe you lost you fucking wimp," Diane said ridiculing him. The mixed double's match was pushed back an hour because of how long our singles match lasted. I told George to take his time and we would play when he was ready. The tournament director however wanted to get the match going so we took the court a half hour after the singles. None of the club members left as they were now interested to see how the mixed doubles turned out. In fact more people showed up to watch as they came off the golf course. George and Diane won the serve toss and Diane elected to serve first. I reminded Shirley about our strategy against Diane and told Shirley to just play her game. Shirley was playing the deuce side of the court and she received the first serve. Diane whistled one toward Diane's forehand and Shirley retuned a forehand right down the middle between George and Diane. Diane got to it but she had nothing on her return and I put it away for a winner. Diane yelled at George for letting it get passed him. Diane then served to me and I ripped one cross court passed George who normally would have got it but he was exhausted. He managed to get a racquet on it but that was all. Diane again yelled at George and told him to get in the match. Diane was serving at love 30 and she was pissed. The one thing about Diane however, was that she played better when she got mad. Diane then aced Shirley on the next serve for 15-30. I hit a winner off of Diane's serve for 15-40 and we won the next point to take the first set. As we changed ends Diane walked by and whispered, "You lucky bastard, we'll get you this time." I ignored her and I reminded Shirley to ignore her. I held serve to go up 2-0 and then George held serve to make it 2-1. It was Shirley's turn to serve and I reminded her to serve wide and take them off the court. Shirley did not have a powerful serve but she was consistent, placed the ball well and rarely double faulted. Shirley served wide to Diane's forehand and I poached her return and put the volley away. Shirley then served wide to George's back hand and he tried to go down the middle but I poached again and punched a volley passed Diane. Another wide serve to Diane and I when I faked poaching Diane tried to hit behind me but I was ready and hit a drop volley to go up love - 40. The next serve George lobbed his return over my head but it was easily retrieved by Shirley who hit a forehand down the middle. Diane got to the ball but hit a feeble return that I put away and we were up in the set 3-1. Diane again chastised her husband for hitting a wimpy lob. The spectators were really getting into the match and cheering for every point that Shirley and I won. They applauded politely when George would hit a good shot but they were clearly behind Shirley and me. We went on to win the first set 6-4 and Shirley got more and more confident as the match went on. The spectators then sensed that Shirley and I actually had a chance to win and they cheered us on in the second set. Shirley and I went on to take the second set 6-4 and it was only fitting that Shirley ripped a forehand at Diane's feet that she couldn't handle. Shirley let a scream of delight and then she ran and jumped in my arms and wrapped her legs around my torso. After her hugging and thanking me she broke the hold and we walked to the net to shake hands. George was at the net but Diane just grabbed her tennis bag and stormed off the court amidst the jeers of a few club members. I shook George's hand and he congratulated us on a great match. Then Shirley hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "I think it would have been a lot different if you hadn't been so tired," I said consoling George somewhat. "You're the one who got me so tired," he said and we both laughed. "Beside you two played great and I'm not sure that it would have been any different," George added being the perfect gentleman and good sport. "Can I buy you a beer?" I asked. "Absolutely and I will probably need a ride home. I'm not looking forward to this evening at home," George accepted. I turned around to congratulate Shirley again but she was in the arms of her husband Bruce. They were hugging and kissing and they both had tears in the eyes and it was an every emotional moment for them. Bruce had won the golf club championship in his flight and now his wife had a tennis championship. They broke their embrace and he looked at me. "Way to go you son of a bitch," he said grabbing me and hugging me. "Hey take it easy," I joked, "We didn't win the US Open." Bruce laughed and replied, "Yeah but you don't know how much this means to Shirley and you made it happen." "Hey she worked very hard to get to this level and she deserved to win. She played super today," I told him as I looked at Shirley and saw that she was beaming. "Come on the beers are on me. Your money is no good today. George you're going to join us aren't you?" Bruce offered. "I would love to join you, thanks," George accepted. We gathered up our tennis gear and bags and headed into the lounge. As it turned out there were a number of people who wanted to buy us beers. So many members came up to our table and congratulated us on the win. Some of the guys were a little wasted and they didn't mince words with George. "George, you're a great guy but I have to admit it was good to see your wife lose today," someone said which was the drift of most of the comments. "You don't have to hear this, we can leave," I offered. "It's okay Walt. I understand how they feel and they are not being rude. I will hear a lot worse when I get home this evening. I'm in no hurry," George admitted. We hung around the lounge until about 7:00 PM and then we decided that we had had enough to drink. We stood up to leave and said goodbye to everyone. Then Shirley came around the table and hugged me and thanked me again. She returned to her seat and placed the trophy on the table in front of her. George and I said our goodbyes and then left the lounge. I drove George to his home and pulled in the driveway. "Walt, please come in for a beer," he asked more than offered. I sensed that he did not want to face Diane alone that evening so I agreed to come in for one beer. "Okay, but just one. I still have to drive home," I told him. DIANE'S HUMILIATION We walked into George's home and we sat in his family room. George got a couple of beers and handed me one. Then all hell broke loose. Diane stormed into the room. She was still wearing her tennis outfit. In spite of her rage she still looked good. Diane had beautiful legs, small firm tits and a killer ass. "Well it's about time you got home you fucking loser," she started and then looked at me, "What the fuck is he doing in our house?" George was quiet but Diane continued her ranting, "I can't believe you invited that prick into our home after he kicked your ass in singles. He beat you so bad that you couldn't even show up for doubles." George continued to remain quiet and I assumed that was his way of dealing with it but Diane was relentless. "Why did you invite him over? So you could kiss his ass since he beat you. Maybe you would rather suck his cock after all you played like a cunt today. I am so fucking embarrassed that we lost and to Shirley of all people. It's all your fucking fault," Diane unloaded and then she stormed out of the family room. "Thanks for being here Walt," George whispered. "It's okay George but why do you put up with her shit," I asked. "I heard that you mother fucker. What would you do about it mister tough guy," Diane screamed at me when she re-entered the room. I had had enough so I lashed out at her, "If you were my wife I would treat you like the brat you are." "Oh what, are you going to spank me or something," she yelled. "Yeah, something like that," I snapped back. "Let's see you try it mister tough guy or were you one of those pussy marines," she screamed. That did it for me and I stood up to face her. As I did Diane swung at my face and my martial arts instincts took over. Within seconds Diane was on the floor and I was sitting on her buttocks holding both wrists behind her back. I wasn't sure what I was going to do next but Diane made up my mind for me. "Let go of me you prick. Let me up this instant you cock sucker," she screamed. "George, get me the sport tape from your tennis bag," I asserted. George hesitated for a second and then he retrieved the sport tape and handed it to me. George then sat back down and watched as he was unsure where this was going. I taped Diane's wrists together behind her back ignoring her foul language protests. Once her wrists were secure I pulled her to her feet and draped her over my lap. I looked at her firm hard body draped over my lap. Diane was very fit with shapely muscular legs and an as to die for. I then decided to spank her ass and teach her a lesson. I lifted her tennis skirt up exposing her panty covered buttocks and I felt her go tense in my lap. "Don't you even think of spanking me? If you do I will cut your nuts off," she screamed. I ignored her threats and pleas and I whacked her ass with one hard slap. I felt the firmness of her buttock even though it jiggled under my hand. I like watching her ass jiggle and I spanked her again. "Ow! Stop it, that hurts," Diane yelled. But I didn't stop and I slapped her ass a few more times. George didn't say a word but he just sat there and watched. I got the sense he was enjoying it and wished that he had the nerve to do this. Diane kept screaming threats and using the f word about every other word. Then I decided that I really wanted to humiliate her in hopes of shutting her up. I took a hold of her panties and I pulled them down to the middle of her thighs baring her naked ass. I stared at her ass for a few seconds and admired it. It was perfect, round, firm and flawless. I could see the red marks from my earlier slaps but now I wanted to spank her bare ass. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? Pull my panties back up. Don't you dare spank my bare ass," she screamed. Her pleas were to no avail as I was too far gone. Maybe I could blame it on the beer but I wanted to punish Diane in front of her husband. Not just for tonight but for all those times she was such a shit to everyone. I began spanking her bare bottom and I loved the feel of her ass cheeks and they jiggled each time. Diane began to sob as well as continue her protests but I was determined to humiliate her as she had so done to others so many times. Diane screamed and cursed and threatened me with every word she could think of, "You just wait until I get up. I'm going to kill you, you fucking bastard." I stopped spanking Diane and I stared her red ass cheeks. Then I realized that I had a boner. I got turned on by her ass and I wondered if she had ever been butt fucked. I looked at George and he still sat in his chair almost in disbelief. "George, get me that hand cream from your tennis bag," I directed. George looked confused but he did as I asked and handed me the hand lotion. I took the tube and spread the lotion on Diane's ass cheeks in an attempt to sooth her tingling skin. I felt my cock surge as I rubbed the lotion all over her beautiful ass and I wondered if she could feel that I had a boner. "What are you doing? Get your hands off my ass," Diane yelled. "Apparently you still haven't learned your lesson," I said. "Fuck you! Just wait until I get my hands on you," Diane countered. "Okay you asked for it," I said as I lifted Diane off my lap. To this day I still don't know what came over me except that I really wanted to humiliate her at that moment. I pushed Diane to her knees and bent her over the sofa so that her upper body was placed on the seat cushions. I held her by her taped wrists and pushed her arms up so that she couldn't move without pain. I flipped her tennis skirt back up again baring her ass and I squirted more lotion in the crack of her ass. Then I pushed a finger into her asshole and she squealed. "What the fuck? Take your finger out of my ass you fucking pervert," Diane yelled loudly. However the more she cursed and struggled the more I finger fucked her ass. My one finger moved around easily in her anal passage so I added a second finger. Diane's ass loosened up quickly and I suspected that she had been butt fucked before. I thought, "George you old devil you." Then my own desire took over and I decided that I had to fuck her ass. I wanted to humiliate her and what better way to do it than to fuck her in ass right in front of her husband. Enough Is Enough! Holding in place with one hand I unfastened my tennis shorts and pushed them along with my jock down to my knees. My rock hard 8" cock leaped out and I heard George gasp. I assumed that he was surprised by the size of my erect cock. I poured lotion on my cock and stroked it a few times. Then I added saliva to it making it very slick. I leaned into close to Diane and pushed my cock into her asshole with a slow steady movement. Diane gasped aloud and held her breath as she realized what was happening. "Don't you dare fuck my ass you pervert? George, do something, just don't sit there. Stop him; stop him from fucking my ass," Diane yelled out but her tone had changed. It wasn't threatening as it had been earlier. George didn't move from his chair and I began to saw in and out of Diane's beautiful ass. She looked so good in that position with my cock sliding in and out, disappearing and reappearing. Diane stopped yelling and cursing as she seemed to accept her fate. I relaxed my grip on her arms and she didn't try to move. Diane turned her head to one side and she had a look of sexual bliss on her face. Diane then whispered to me, "Touch my pussy, finger me, and rub my clit." I then realized that she was into it now. I removed the tape from her wrists and then I reached down and fingered her pussy which was sopping wet. I felt Diane's anal muscles squeeze my cock and I knew she was into anal sex big time. My own ejaculation caught me by surprise. I had felt the pressure for awhile but I didn't expect to shoot so soon. I flooded Diane's ass with my seed and I felt her anal muscles contract around my shaft. I remained buried in her ass as she milked my cock dry and then I slowly slid out of her rectum. Cum trickled out of her asshole when my cock left her chute. Diane rolled off the couch onto the carpet and her hands went right to her pussy. I watched as she rubbed her cunt furiously and then I took over. I pulled her panties all the way off and pushed her legs apart. Then I dropped my face onto her pussy and began licking her. Her clit was hard and I found it quickly taking it between my teeth and gently nibbling it. I pushed two fingers into her pussy and quickly located her g-spot. I sucked on her clit and rubbed the g-spot until Diane had a massive orgasm. I knew that some women really got off with either a clitoral or vaginal orgasm. Diane's seemed to hit her at the same time. I was rock hard again and I moved between her legs and slipped my cock into her pussy. Diane wrapped her arms around me and then wrapped her legs around my lower torso. She humped up at me as I fucked her fast and furious. We both seemed to forget that George was still in the room. Diane and fucked until I came again and she had multiple orgasms along the way. I left my cock in her until it softened and slipped from her womb. I then stood up and pulled up my jock and tennis shorts. I looked down at Diane who had a look of ecstasy on her face. Her tennis skirt was still up around her waist and cum was oozing out of her pussy and her ass. I was embarrassed by my behavior and I looked over at George who seemed to be in a trance. I knew it was time that I left. "Sorry George!" was all I could think to say and then I left the house. George never looked at me or said anything as I left. I got in my car and drove home. I took a quick shower, made a stiff drink and sat in my Jacuzzi contemplating what I had done. I clearly got carried away and for the first time in my life I fucked another man's wife. Not only that, it was my best friend's wife. I didn't know what I would do from that day forward. How would I be able to face George and Diane again? What could I ever say to them? I struggled all night with my thoughts and regrets. MONDAY MORNING AFTERMATH On Mondays I always had an early morning conference call to discuss accounts and weekly plans. After the call I would confirm existing appointments and try to set additional ones for the remainder of the week. It was about 10:00 AM when my door bell rang. I was just wearing shorts and a tee shirt since I wasn't expecting anyone that day. I opened the door and I was shocked to see Diane standing there. She was wearing her jogging outfit and apparently had just finished her run. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit," I stammered as it was the only thing I could think to say. "Fuck you! Do you have any coffee?" Diane responded. "Sure I just made a fresh pot," I replied and before I could invite her in for a cup she pushed passed me. "Good," was all she said as she walked passed me and headed for the kitchen. I closed the door and walked behind her and I as I did my eyes went to her shapely ass. The jogging shorts were snug and showed off her curvy bottom. I had no idea what would happen next as I walked into the kitchen. Diane was seated at the kitchen table waiting for me. I got a mug from the cabinet and poured her a cup of coffee. "Cream or sugar," I offered. "Black," she replied abruptly. I sat at the table with her as she sipped the coffee. "That's good," she said. I didn't know what to say or how to start a conversation after what happened the night before. Diane stared at me and then spoke. "Last night was the best sex that I have had in quite some time but if you ever spank me again; I will get a gun and shoot your balls off." "I did get a little carried away. How's George today?" I asked. "Don't worry about George. He'll get over it," she replied. Diane took another sip of coffee and then asked, "Have you got your Jacuzzi fired up?" "Yes it is up to date with chemicals and it is already to go," I assured her. "Good, I want to sit in it for awhile. Can I shower first?" she requested. "Sure, use my shower. I'll put a robe out for you to wear. Why don't you give me your jogging clothes and I'll throw them in the washer while you shower," I offered and then told her, "I don't have a bathing suit for you but I can give you shorts and a tee shirt if you like." "I'll just go in nude if its okay with you," she said with a smile. "Not a problem, I always do," I replied and I felt my cock stir as I thought about seeing her naked. I led Diane to my master bedroom and bathroom. I laid out a terry robe for her to wear after she got out of the shower. Diane stripped off her jogging clothes right in front of me and handed them to me to be washed. I stared at her lovely ass as it was unveiled from her snug shorts. It was a marvelous sight to watch it come into view as she peeled down her shorts. Diane went into the shower and I put her clothes in the washer. I sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee waiting for her. Diane came into the kitchen and then I showed her to the three season room where the Jacuzzi was located. Diane dropped the terry robe on one of the chairs and stepped naked into the Jacuzzi. I turned the jets on for her and showed her how they worked. "Aren't you going to join me?" she asked. "Do you want me to join you?" I asked in surprise. "Of course I do, get in," she said. I stripped off my tee shirt and shorts and joined her in the Jacuzzi. My cock was already hard by the time I entered the water. Diane noticed my condition and said cockily, "Someone is happy to see me." I sank into the water but then she had me sit on the side of the Jacuzzi with my feet still in the water. She moved between my legs and my cock twitched in anticipation. Diane wrapped one hand around its girth and looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes. She then tilted her head back down and brought her mouth towards my cock. She ran her tongue up its smooth underbelly and I groaned aloud. "You have a nice cock. Just the size I like," she told me. Holding it with her hand she sank her open mouth down onto my cock. Her lips closed around it and I felt her hot, wet tongue go to work. She sucked me hard and her cheeks hollowed as she worked her head back and forth. I gasped and put my fingers into her hair to guide her head back and forth. Diane knew what she was doing as her pace slowly quickened and her right hand worked my shaft. Her left hand cradled my balls and softly stroked them. She then ran her finger along my perineum. Diane took my cock from her mouth and blew on the head of it. I felt her breath cool the saliva on my cock and I clenched my butt in pleasure. My large cock bulged in her firm grip and felt even larger than normal. Diane worked her hand back and forth letting it glide smoothly around my cock then she looked up at me and smiled. She knew the effect she was having on me and she seemed to enjoy every moment of my torment. I moaned again as her tongue snaked forward and tickled the tip of my cock. Her tongue found the pee hole and she licked the pre-cum as it oozed out of my slit. She worked her tongue in circles around the tip of my cock and took my length deeply into her mouth again. I watched as almost the full length of my cock vanished into her mouth. Diane then swirled her tongue around the shaft of my cock that was buried in her mouth. I closed my eyes and groaned in pleasure as her head worked back and forth more quickly clasping my shaft with both hands as her head vigorously bobbed up and down. Her pace was relentless and I held her head gently as I felt my orgasm building in my testicles. Diane allowed my cock to plop out of her mouth again and a thin trail of saliva stretched from my cock to her lips. She smiled again and caught the saliva in her hand as her eyes fixed on my cock. Her hand wrapped tightly around it again and she proceeded to jerk me off me at a steady pace occasionally licking the head of my cock and nibbling it with her teeth. I threw my head back. Closed my eyes and groaned out loud. Diane jerked me off as fast as she could as her hand almost became a blur as it moved up and down my shaft. There was a distinct look of lust in her eyes as she stared at my cock "Are you going to cum for me? Are you close?" she asked in a raspy voice. I just nodded yes since I was very close. Diane then took me back in her mouth and ran her tongue around my shaft again. Then her head bobbed up and down again as she pursed her lips and hallowed her cheeks. That did it for me. "Diane, I'm going to cum," I warned and then I grunted as I came in her mouth. Diane took my warning as a signal and she started sucking harder and squeezing my cock with her hand. My eyes closed tight as I ejaculated in her mouth. I felt my cock pulsate as rope after rope of semen shot into her mouth. As the intense sensations passed from my body I relaxed a little and looked down to watch Diane suck every drop from my cock. She was now kissing it, licking up and down the shaft as if she were making love to it. My cock softened in her mouth and she took it in her hand as she licked the final remnants of my ejaculation from the slit. Once she was satisfied that she had emptied my cock she ran her tongue around her lips and swallowed one final time. Diane let out a big sigh and stood up in the Jacuzzi. Diane leaned over and kissed me deeply. I did not even consider the fact that I might taste my own cum in her mouth when I kissed her. We kissed for awhile and then Diane buried her face in my shoulder. I leaned over to nuzzle her and I whispered in her ear, "That was so incredible." Diane looked into my eyes and smiled as I slipped back into water. Diane leaned back into me and I reached around and stroked her cute firm titties tweaking and rolling her nipples in my fingers. I slid one of my hands down across her firm abs over her little tuft of hair and found her vagina. I played with the folds of her labia and then inserted my fingers in her pussy. I found her hard clit and rolled it between my fingers as I continued to tease her nipples with my other hand. As Diane got turned on I moved her to the other side of the Jacuzzi and had her lean over the edge presenting her shapely ass to me. Her ass always looked good but this time it glistened with water and it looked so sensual. I leaned over and licked Diane's pussy from behind driving her wild. Then I had the urge to tongue her beautiful ass so I swiped my tongue from her pussy up and over her bung hole and back to her pussy. She gasped out loud when my tongue touched her asshole. I really got into it and grasped both of her curvy ass cheeks and pulled them slightly apart so that I could get my tongue in deeper. I probed her pink aperture with my tongue as I inserted three fingers in her pussy. She started whimpering, gasping and directing the action. "Oh my God, do it again. Lick my asshole; stick your tongue in there. Eat my pussy, tongue my ass, rim me, oh yessssss," she cried out. I repeated this several more times until Diane seemed to go into convulsions with her first orgasm of the day. She collapsed back into my arms and I stroked her aroused tits as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. We decided to get out of the Jacuzzi before we turned into prunes. We dried off and walked naked into family room. I took Diane's jogging outfit out of the washer and put it in the dryer then we went to my bedroom. Once in bed, Diane began to stroke my cock into an erect state and then proceeded to suck on it. She loved to stick her tongue in the little hole and nibble on my cock head. This made her hot to the point when she needed my cock in her pussy. She straddled me and aimed my cock in her hole and rode me until she achieved another orgasm. I decided it was time for me to fuck her in the ass again so I had her kneel on all fours with her gorgeous ass in the air. She put her head on the mattress and turned it to the side so that she could watch. I broke out the lube and put an ample amount in her asshole. I fingered her ass and pussy at the same time. "I love the feel of your fingers in my ass and pussy together!" Diane exclaimed. If there was one thing I liked besides fucking a beautiful ass it is preparing an asshole for a good reaming. After several minutes of finger fucking her pussy and asshole I couldn't wait any longer and I had to get my cock in her beautiful ass. I removed my fingers and lined up the head of my cock at her moist puckered ring and pressed forward slowly. My cock head strained to pop through and she let out a little groan as the pressure from my iron hard dick forced her little ring to open like a flower and suddenly my large mushroom head slipped past the ring and into her ass. Diane let out a groan as her rear passage was stretched to accommodate my ample girth. "Oh you are going to make me like this more than the regular way," she gasped and shivered as I filled her fully and withdrew my penis slightly. I felt her ass tighten around me and I continued to slowly stroke in and out of her tight ass until all 8" were tightly packed up her ass. Diane really began to moan and her whole body shook in anticipation of what she knew was coming. I began to slowly fuck her but soon picked up the pace as I penetrated her with long hard strokes that used the entire length of my thick cock. Diane was going wild as she loved the feel of my cock as it pulled out and then came crashing back in as my big heavy balls bounced off her pussy. Diane was thrashing around uncontrollably, gasping and moaning with pleasure. When I reached underneath her to stroke her clit she exploded with her third orgasm of the morning. I continued to hammer her ass with long strokes then suddenly I felt that familiar tension in my balls and I knew I was close. I began to piston my raging cock harder into her searing ass in search of my release, which also increased the intensity of her orgasm. She was yelling and moaning, clawing and scratching at the cover of the bed begging me to cum. "Give it to me, give it to me, give me your cum, cum in my ass," she begged. I felt powerful and dominant with my impressive dick stuffed up the beautiful ass of a woman who suddenly could not get enough of me. Diane lay submissively before me on all fours as I towered above her like some untamed animal with a strong sexual hold on her. I took firm hold of her hips and slammed once more full force into Diane's ass. I did that three or four more times and then I let out a loud groan as I emptied my balls deep into her bowels. I couldn't believe how much cum I produced as my dick continued to hammer into her ass. When I was finished I pulled out of her ass as Diane collapsed on the bed utterly spent. I slumped down next to her quivering body. I looked over at Diane and I noticed cum oozing from her asshole. I watched as cum just seemed to bubble up as she tried to relax her twitching anal muscles. I offered her a massage which she gladly accepted. I had her lay face down and worked her back, legs and buttocks. Not so surprisingly I got an erection as I massaged and fingered her ass again. I came a third time that morning when I fucked her ass again. After the ass fuck I rolled Diane over on her back and continued the massage this time working her tits, abs, legs and pubes. I finished her off with another thorough pussy eating which had her screaming my name and humping my face with her volcanic orgasm and then I shoved my cock into her pussy and fucked her until she begged me to stop. I didn't cum again that morning nor did Diane as we were both drained. I pulled out of her and then we both rested for at least a half hour. Diane and I got out of bed and showered together and then we went back to the kitchen. I put my tee shirt and shorts back on and Diane put her jogging suit back on. I made a salad for both of us since it was lunch time. We had been having sex for over two hours. We sat in the breakfast room and ate lunch and chatted. "You are the only club member that I ever fucked," she told me. "You are the only married woman I have ever had sex with," I said and then asked, "So have you been sleeping around with other men?" "Oh yes mostly my real estate clients. It is always a one time fling with them and most all of them are married. I feel safer with a married man because he is clean and keeps his mouth shut," Diane admitted. "Does George know about your extra curricular activities?" I asked. "He might suspect something because I love anal sex and he doesn't but he never complains. It's pretty easy to keep George happy plus I wear the pants in our marriage but you probably figured that out already," Diane shared. "So where do we go from here? What do I say when I see George again?" I questioned her. "Don't say anything to George. Just act as if everything is normal. As for us, you're a great fuck and I want to see you some more. I need your word that you will keep your mouth shut about our affair," Diane stated. "My lips are sealed," I promised. "Good when is the best time to get together?" Diane asked. "Mondays I am always working out of the house. The rest of the week is hit or miss depending on appointments and meetings," I responded "Monday it is then. I'll stop by each morning after my morning run," she confirmed and then added, "I should be going I have a few things to do." Diane then left the house and as I cleaned up after lunch I thought about the arrangement. Diane was so matter-of-fact about the affair it was like adding it to our Monday agenda. She was a great lay however and I looked forward to seeing more of her. EPILOGUE I continued to see Diane every Monday morning and we always had great sex together. I loved her ass and I loved fucking it. I was pleased that she was so into anal sex. I continued to play tennis at both clubs and I remained friends with George. Jerry's ankle had healed and he was George's partner again which was probably just as well. Shirley didn't join Maple Tree that year so I found a new mixed double partner for couple's night. Enough Is Enough! Tom and Carla introduced me to a new club member named Sherry who was a very attractive blonde about six years younger than me. Sherry was a beginner tennis player and she a little apprehensive about playing against other couples. Carla told her about me and Shirley and how much Shirley had improved, so Sherry agreed to partner with me on Friday evenings. Sherry was 5'6" tall and weighed about 110 pounds. She had a slender figure with small breasts and a tiny waist. Sherry had been a figure skater and she was now teaching figure skating at a nearby ice arena. She had the typical skater's toned shapely legs and curvy firm bottom. Sherry and I began dating that year and we learned that we had a lot in common. In addition to being great in bed, Sherry was an accomplished down hill skier and she was interested in becoming SCUBA certified. We started going on skiing and diving vacations together and we continued to play tennis. Sherry eventually moved in with me which put an end to my Monday morning get togethers with Diane. Sherry and I fell in love and we eventually got married. After we were married we were very happy together. One night after a passionate love making session, Sherry told me that she wanted to try anal sex. I loved her ass and I was always fondling, kissing and playing with it. Sherry got used to my finger in her ass and she loved it when I rimmed her anus. I couldn't believe my good fortune when she asked me to actually take her anal virginity. It was one of the most exciting nights of sex I ever had. Sherry adapted well to anal sex but she only wanted it on special occasions which made it even more exciting. Sherry and I remained friends with the Shaws, Cummings, and Jones. We socialized with them and continued to play tennis at both clubs. Diane never came onto me again but I still remembered fucking her great ass every Monday and I will always remember the night that started it all. Enough is Enough She was a college junior. 20 years old; long, tan legs; dark hair; large eyes and a cute little nose thanks to her Korean genes; perky little tits and an incredibly curved ass thanks to her years of volleyball and dance. She was smart, nice, funny, sophisticated with a touch of immaturity - she was what anyone would call a perfect woman...but there's no such thing as perfect. This girl, this beautiful girl, was the meanest tease known to man. She'd come from being an ugly little duckling, teased and ridiculed by all the boys, to the beautiful swan she was today. Of course, as any rational girl would do, she would take all her years of torment and funnel the anger into the one way she knew how to get the boys back - by inducing severe blue balls. A soft hand on your thigh as she leaned over to help you with your homework. Whispered jokes right on the edge of your earlobes in the middle of lecture. A playful push with her hips as she walked by you on the way to class. A hug that would press those tits right into your chest. An accidental rub with her ass on your crotch in a crowded elevator. She knew how to play boys like the strings on her guitar, which she'd accompany with her lovely voice to serenade you in her dark room lit with twinkling Christmas lights. Beauty was her delayed gift, and she used it mercilessly. They were three freshmen, barely 18, awkward and still trying to figure out how to adapt to college. Tall, all at least 6'2" and all good-looking in their own way. Nicolas, a blond, blue-eyes shy boy who knew how to dress casually in well-fitting jeans and flannels, a soccer player with the leg muscles to prove it. Harrison, curly brown hair and dark green eyes, a lacrosse player with burly shoulders and a small self-esteem. Zac, a swimmer with smoldering dark eyes, tan skin, black hair that stuck up no matter how much product he put in it. All three boys were attractive but so uncomfortable with the other sex they'd never even let themselves be kissed. Sarah knew these three boys well, as they'd all been in her orientation group. She'd led them around campus, introduced them to the important faculty, and even helped them move in. She'd worked hard on the boys, teasing them to their absolute limit. She'd bend over in her just-too-short shorts to pick up a box to move into their room, or place her hand just a tad bit low on their backs as she pushed them forward to introduce themselves. All three boys were uncomfortable, but they knew exactly what she was doing. And so, they plotted. It was 4:30am in the morning, and Sarah had just gotten back from a long night of drinking and dancing with random men at a less-than-reputable club down the street from the university. She kissed her girlfriends goodbye, and stumbled into her room. She thought briefly how wonderful it was she didn't have a roommate, before she ripped her clothes off without abandon and stepped into her private shower. The boys breathed heavily as they watched from her window, and thought briefly how wonderful it was she didn't have a roommate. Quietly, they jimmied the latch open and slid into her room. Nicolas had the rope, Harrison the toys, and Zac the video camera. It was time to give the girl a little lesson. Harrison, the biggest of the boys, moved quietly into the bathroom where Sarah was singing and soaping down her body, and picked her lace panties up off the floor. Her husky voice sent shivers down his spine, and he paused a moment to appreciate her moving body through the foggy glass. Then, without warning, he slammed the door open, grabbed Sarah, and stuffed the panties into her mouth. He yanked her out of the bathroom and threw her onto her large bed, where Nicolas had already attached ropes to each of the four bedposts. The two boys made quick work of tying Sarah to the bed before she could even scream, while Zac ensured the video footage was good. Her lace panties were so skimpy that they weren't sufficient to gag her, and Sarah began to scream. Before she could pick up volume, Nicolas stuffed a butt plug into her mouth and tied it into place with leggings he'd found on her floor. It was a huge plug, the thickest part as wide as his wrist, and it was all going to go into Sarah's ass. Sarah finally stopped straining against the bonds, realizing her fight was useless. Her big eyes looked with confusion at the three boys, and you could practically hear the gears in her now-sober mind whirring, trying to figure out why they were doing this. "Bet you're confused, huh Sarah?" The moment Zac spoke, Sarah glared at him, her bedroom eyes promising death. "That's cute, sweet girl, but you're not going to tell anyone about this, or do anything about it. You see that?" Nicolas asked, gesturing to the camera in the corner. "The moment word gets out, we're sending that to the grad schools and internships we know you're applying to. You'll lose any chance at a good future. Do you want that?" Sarah's eyes widened, before she shook her head. "Good girl," Harrison murmured. He took the butt plug out of her mouth. "I think this is ready." The other boys nodded, and Harrison moved between her legs, wide open and just waiting to be abused. He added lube to the plug just in case, began pushing at her tight little ring, and Sarah gasped at the intrusion and tried to force it out. But Harrison pushed harder, and soon, with a little scream from Sarah, he managed to get it in. Sarah's chest rose and fell as she panted with the effort and pain the plug had exerted on her. Zac traced a hand down her stomach, and grinned. "That was the easiest thing we're going to do all night." Off to the side, Nicolas set out some candles and lit them, while Harrison plugged in an electric wand and a vibrator. Zac grabbed the vibrator and pushed it against her nipples, and Sarah gasped with the sensation. As her mouth fell open, Nicolas fastened a ring against her teeth, so that she couldn't bite down. Solid metal with a soft rubber casing, the ring ensured nothing inside Sarah's mouth would get hurt. Zac continued with the vibrator, dragging it down her body before finally settling on her clit. Sarah moaned and struggled as she felt the beginnings of a flame ignite deep inside her, and the boys chucked as they watched her writhe. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her body as her pleasure rose higher and higher, until finally she came crashing down in a powerful orgasm. But the boys didn't stop, and laughed as Sarah started screaming. The vibrator against her sensitive clit was too much, and she struggled wildly against her ropes. The boys didn't budge, smashing her clit with the vibrator, and forced two more painful orgasms out of her before they pulled away. By now her sheets were drenched with sweat and cum, and Sarah was already exhausted; it had only been fifteen minutes since the boys had broken into her room. Harrison positioned himself between her legs, and rubbed his huge 9-inch cock against her pussy, lubricating himself before he placed his tip right at her opening. Sarah began to panic, and struggled to rise out of the haze her orgasms had put her in. His cock was way too big, there was no way on Earth that was going to fit inside of her. She tried to pull away, but Nicolas kneeled above her face, and falling onto his hands, he shoved his cock down her throat in one smooth motion. Sarah knew how to deepthroat, but she wasn't prepared for this. Nicolas was decently sized, seven and a half inches, and wide. She gagged as he thrust in and out of her throat, and moaned in pain as Harrison forced his cock into her vagina. The two boys found a rhythm, and Sarah couldn't decide which hurt more, her throat or pussy...until Zac brought the electric wand on her. He started with her stomach, and she twitched and tried to scream as the wand shocked her. He moved to her tits, sparking her right on the nipples, sending waves of pain through her breasts. He then moved down, tracing a pattern with the wand and occasionally sparking her, before he told Harrison and Nicolas to pause, and he sparked her right on the clit. She screamed, and Harry and Nicolas slammed into her with a vengeance. Her walls squeezed almost painfully around their cocks, and they came with a shout, deep in her pussy and throat. Nicolas pulled out and immediately held Sarah's nose, forcing her to swallow the semen in order to breathe. Harry scooped his cum out of her pussy and smeared it onto her face and hair, dragging his dirty fingers across her lips and down her throat. Zac grinned at her obvious humiliation and dejection. "Hey Nic, pass me those candles?" Nicolas handed them over, and Zac grabbed a candle with one hand and the vibrator with the other. Slowly, he pushed his cock into her pussy, and Sarah moaned with the pain, before that moan became a hige-pitched keen as he began rubbing her clit with the vibrator. He slowly thrust in and out, playing with her clit until he felt her walls clench down and she began to cum. Right as she reached her climax, Zac tipped the candle over her tits, raining hot wax onto her nipples and sensitive underboobs. A ragged shout ripped itself out of her throat as she writhed around Zac's cock, and he groaned as he shot his cum deep in her pussy. Her orgasm ruined, Sarah lay there gasping like a fish out of water. The boys sighed, staring at their handiwork. Cum leaked out of Sarah's pussy, dark blue candle wax solidified on her tits, her makeup was smeared and her wet hair splayed all over the bed. Her body was covered in red marks where they'd held onto her roughly. But, the night was still young. And they weren't done yet.