10 comments/ 62134 views/ 18 favorites Noreen’s a Glutton for Punishment By: Odeon My friend Kadin and I didn't go way back, I'd met him shortly after high school through a friend who he shared an apartment with near the beach on Watson Ave.. He was two years older than me and pretty cool. Basically, I idolized the way he got chicks. He'd skateboarded and surfed, rock climbed and mountain biked, and wind sailed and played tennis, so he was always tan and in shape. His dad owned five car dealerships, so Kadin had a cushy desk job under his dad and seemed to trade in Cameros for new ones almost as fast as he did women. Everyone I met considered Kadin a friend, but then none of them really considered him a close friend. I think the thing we liked about Kadin was that he was funny and always excited about whatever he happened to be doing. He was someone you could call last minute to go out and do something and he'd be ready to go, but if you tried to make plans a day in advance, forget about it, since he certainly would, and that always bugged me. A couple years after becoming friends with Kadin he started dating this girl Toni, but all I ever heard about was her smoking hot friend. This guy Ethan had seen her, and compared her to a young Lauren Bacall. Eventually we were introduced at a party and we talked for a good deal of the night. She basically grilled me for information on Kadin. She'd seen right through him from the start and wanted her friend to dump him. Just as Kadin had said, she was smoking hot. I think our first date was really a ploy to tag along with Toni, but I'd never been out with any girl nearly as beautiful as her, so it was a strange new experience to have every guy in the room check out my date every chance they got. Kadin has always been the worst about it, and it was actually awesome to have him stealing glances at my girlfriend for a change. But he wasn't stupid and knew Noreen didn't much care for him, and he once said, “I don't care how smoking she is, if she keeps dogging me to Toni you are going to have to choose between a friend and a hot fuck.” Fortunately for me it never came to that because he and Toni broke up shortly thereafter. I don't know if it was anything more than he just got bored, I just know he did the breaking up. I half expected Noreen and I to be finished too, since her best friend was single again and my insecure nature told me that we were only dating because of Toni and Kadin. But we didn't break up, in fact, that's when we moved from the dating phase into the real couple phase. Noreen's never really been good with friendships and I've only seen Toni a few times since. All Noreen's really close friends have been short term, and I guess before me she had the same pattern with boyfriends and had never been in a long term relationship. I'm not a bad looking guy, but I believe it was because we are of the same mind in so many ways that she was drawn to me. We would have married two years after that, but her mother passed away due to cancer and we postponed the wedding a year, making us both twenty-three when we did actually tied the knot. Chad had a pool party a few years later where I got to show off my wife in a bikini. She was twenty seven and had grown even better looking. She has jet black hair, hypnotic green eyes, high rosy Russian cheek bones, five-seven (most of it legs), small perfect tits, and, what can I say, just plain fucking HOT! Ethan's Lauren Bacall comparison wasn't far off, but I thought she was better looking than that. I guess she might have been considered too skinny if it wasn't for her ass. No matter how thin she gets, she still has this full tight ass that I obsess over during sex. When she stripped down to her bikini to get in the pool, it was hysterical how all my buddies stopped what they were doing and stared like they were witnessing Christ walking into the party with a keg under each arm. This didn't go unnoticed by Noreen, only she did not find it as amusing as I did. I see girls all the time who've learned how to use their looks to get their way, but Noreen seems to dwell on how offensive it is to have guys making an effort to be friendly, like it's actually going to get them something. I've explained to her before that she could have anything she wanted if she'd just play their game, if she'd be a little sweet in return, like some of the other girls, she'd never have to pay another parking ticket, late fees on movies, or even extra points on a business loan. She'd always say, 'Are you really going to compare me to those girls? Do you really think I need anything from those guys?' Well, she might not have taken advantage of her looks, but I did. She was always the prettiest girl no mater where we went, far and away the prettiest girl at the pool party, and she was mine, which gained me the respect of every friend I had, even Kadin. I know it burned him deep that he'd never nail anything nearly as rock solid as Noreen. But I caught Noreen doing something that day that challenged everything I believed I knew about her. Lying sleepy by the pool she had fixated on something, and when I looked over to see what, I saw Kadin grilling hamburgers at the BBQ in only his swim trunks. She snapped out of it and looked up at me, and knew I'd caught her. Immediately, I took the opportunity to tease her. “What are you looking at?” She didn't answer me––she couldn't think up a lie fast enough. “You were checking out Kadin!” She grew tremendously embarrassed, her shiny Russian checks turned scarlet and she hid her face in her palms, and I knew I had something I could goad her about for months. But even more important, I realized that there was a part of her that under minded her indifference towards men, especially Kadin. Part of her was animal, part of her craved sex, part of her was drawn to a good looking body even if it belonged to a jerk. Part of her was just like any other girl. Getting caught by me must have shattered her usual coolness, so for the rest of the day she was less standoffish and actually friendly with everyone, even Kadin. He noticed, too, and waved me inside the house to ask, “What's up with Noreeny? Did you take my advice?” “You mean that stupid shit about her just needing some hard dicking?” “You did! You boned Noreeny so hard last night that you boned the 'bitch' clean out of her.” He punched me in the shoulder and I started laughing with him. “You tamed her with your cock! Dave the bitch slayer!” He hung his fist out in the air this time and I brought mine up to meet it. I thought, 'Fuck it, what could it hurt to let him think I'm the bitch slayer?' and so never corrected him. Right then Noreen came in and asked us what the manly display was about. Before I could even think of what to say, Kadin told her he'd been telling me about the chick he had on Friday night. “Greeeat,” she said very sarcastically and turned to leave as quickly as she came. Before she could get back outside, Kadin blurted, “I still got her panties, Noreeny-babe, you wanna see?” He just couldn't help himself, he truly was a jerk. Noreen and I were a little drunk when we got home and I didn't wait to bring up how she'd been checking out Kadin at the party. She became more awkward than I'd ever seen her, but she managed to say, “He just takes good care of himself.” “And what makes you say that?” “Umm…,” she stammered a bit nervously, “He's in good shape. It's hard not to notice, okay?” I said, “Well, I think you will need to be punished for this behavior!” I grabbed her shirt at the hem and pulled it over her head, then took off her still damp bikini and threw it on the couch. I went right for her cold tits and ended up fucking her in the living room of our condo. To my surprise this little game of punishment must have turned her on, because she was way more into sex than usual, and pretty much obliged any request made, including one for oral sex. But then I was really turned on myself and uncharacteristically ordering her to go down on me. Then there was what Kadin had said earlier about taming her with my cock, which had filled me with a sense of power, even though it wasn't true, and now, given the way she was fucking me on the couch, it was like the lie was playing out as truth, and that took me to new heights. I couldn't stand it any longer as I was giving it to her doggie style, and called out, “Babe, your uppity butt is about to be tamed by my cock!” “You think you have what it takes to tame me,” she breathlessly responded, with a hint of bitchy surprise in her voice. “You tell me,” I said, then squeezed two handfuls of butt and really gave it to her wet pussy until she started cumming, and boy she came hard! After it was all over and we were getting ready for bed, she asked, “Where did that come from?” “What do you mean?” In a deep voice she said, “Har har, I'm going to tame your little butt with my cock.'” “Ha! That's just something I heard Kadin once say about some chick.” “That guy is the biggest jerk. Maybe he just needs a real woman to tame him.” “Maybe, but I think he might have been right. And you checked him out, you slut!” The playfulness continued and we made love a second time before going to sleep. The following week I felt incredibly alive and I could see she did, too. It was all the good sex, no doubt. All I had to do was remind her of what a jerk Kadin is, then remind her that, jerk or not, she still checked him out, and that left me no choice other than to punish her for such whorish behavior. At the end of that week I thought I'd probe her for a little more material to incorporate into our bedroom play, and asked, “So what is it about Kadin that makes you dislike him so much?” “I dunno,” she said kind of snidely, as if there were an obvious answer, “maybe because when he looks at me he only sees something he can screw?” “Actually, he thinks you're a bitch.” “Yeah, and he likes to screw bitches.” She was right of course, and I felt it was time to share a little plan that I'd been devising. “How would you like to play a cruel prank on Kadin?” “Murder him?” “Ha ha, it's even better. What if we make him crazy?” And then I added, “Crazy for you.” I explained that I knew if she flirted with him a little he'd fall madly in love with her and that would torture him to pieces. That was basically the plan, to torture Kadin and have a little fun doing it, but she didn't really get it at first. I tired a different approach and said that it probably wouldn't work because I doubt she could get Kadin to fall for her after having been so crappy to him all these years. All it ever took with Noreen was telling her she couldn't do it to convince her otherwise, and my plan turned into a go. First I invited him to play tennis with us, as I knew Kadin played a good game and loves any opportunity to show off, even to Noreen. Noreen dressed in a flimsy tank top with a sports bra underneath and a pair of shorts that hugged her ass tightly, and looked fucking insatiable. I gave her a few instructions and she played dumb and so I got behind her and held her wrist to show her how to line up the racket with the L of her hand. As the day progressed, Kadin became more comfortable around her, and since Kadin knew tennis better than I, he took over explaining the game and guided her through a few strokes, holding her arm and talking over her shoulder. I started gaining insight as to why Noreen was a little bitchy, since if she were anything less than bitchy she really would have every guy she met in love with her, and that was vividly apparent in the way Kadin transformed from his rude usual self into a charming decent guy by the day's end. The last game had Noreen playing against Kadin, and she said, “I think I understand this now, so how about the loser buys a round of cocktails?” “Girlfriend, I hope you can afford Glenlivet.” What Kadin didn't know was that Noreen played tennis all through high school and college, but by the second serve of the game I'm sure he 'd figured it out. The ball darted back and forth between them, she could return anything he could deliver and she could dish it out every bit as hard. He'd been had, and he loved it. As Noreen climbed into bed that evening, I said, “So, was I watching you getting tennis lessons this afternoon or getting dry humped?” “You asshole,” she said, “This was your idea!” “I know it was, but you still need to be punished, so get that tasty ass over here.” The following week Noreen met Kadin and I at a bar. When I didn't dance with her she dragged Kadin to the dance floor, where during one song with a heavy beat she ground her ass around so that it pressed up against his crotch. It was meant to be silly and obviously not a serious come on, but I know for Kadin the rest of the dance was an exercise in restraint, and had to do everything in his power to keep from grabbing her hips and grinding right back. When Noreen stepped away to the ladies room, Kadin told me, “Man, whatever you are fucking Noreen with, keep it up.” Then he drove his fist through the fingers of his other hand, like some giant log was pulverizing a vutton hole sized opening. I had to laugh and then he started fanning my crotch area while saying, “All hail the bitch slayer!” I laughed even harder. I must admit, hearing this come from a cock hound like Kadin was filling me with goofy pride. In bed I repeated to Noreen what he'd said while she was in the bathroom at the bar. I could tell it got under her skin, which was good, because he'd been exceptionally charming all evening, and I needed to refresh her memory on what an actual jerk the guy was so our antics in the bedroom could play out. “And you ground your ass against that jerk.” “Hmmm,” she hummed, wickedly teasing me, “I did, didn't I?” “Oh man, I am going to show you no mercy tonight, now get over here and accept your punishment.” “By the way,” she added, “Your friend has giant cock. I felt it against my ass-” Before she could complete the sentence I was lifting up the big tee shirt she sleeps in and spread her legs. I eased myself into her and we went at it until almost dawn. As the sun came up, I lay there thinking how contrived our sex life was before. We'd engage in sex, but it was like practicing methods out of a textbook. Ever since the pool party, however, I'd become possessed by impulsive instinct, adventure, and power. When I was slamming into her, and her soft ass was rapidly slapping my tense thighs, it felt as if I were brutally hammering through 'Noreen the bitch' until I could hear the frail creature within mewing into her pillow. I was indeed the bitch slayer, goddammit! We had several more evenings out with Kadin, and I knew he was falling for Noreen simply because he hadn't gone out on a date with any girls in over two weeks, which was unprecedented. Our little game was going so well, in fact, that I decided to take it a step further. The next game involved a feature on my cell phone; a setting to let you display an image on the small LCD of a person (or whatever image you want) to let you know who's calling. Noreen had let me take some very risqué pictures of her once, but for this I was planning to ask her to pose nude. I doubted she'd go for it, but after some prodding, although far less than I anticipated, since I think she was enjoying our game as much as I, she agreed and got all dolled up for it. I won't go into the photo shoot details here, but it was a lot of fun, and I set my phone to display the best one of the bunch whenever I'd receive a call from her. The next day I tagged along with Kadin to the rock climbing gym, and on the way home I asked if he'd pull over at a mini-mart so I could pick something up. I called Noreen before I got out of the car, pretending like I was getting a list of groceries. Still pretending, we got into a small fight about me being home late on her birthday, which ended up with me getting so steamed that I tossed my open cell phone on Kadin's car seat and stormed into the mini-mart. Meanwhile, Noreen was saying hello, hello, on the other end. From inside the store I could see Kadin had picked up the phone and was talking to her, and the sly dog had discovered the picture and was using the speaker phone option so he could get a good long gander of her sitting naked on our bed, bunching up her hair in either hand to form a luscious black nest, as her bangs fell loosely over her forehead, and she tempted the camera with slightly parted lips and half shut eyes. Noreen was well aware from the sound quality that she was on the speaker and he was feasting his eyes on the glory of her bravely bared tits and pussy as they spoke, so when he said out of the blue, “Hey, is it cold in your house?” she knew he was referring to her hard little nipples in the picture, but continued playing dumb. I picked up some milk and beer and looked out the window again to see him still fussing with the phone, although it looked as if they'd finished talking. Then it dawned on me that he was probably searching my image directory which contained all the naked shots from our mischievous photo shoot. A sly dog indeed! When he dropped me off, Noreen met me at the door and dragged me to the bedroom. She said, “He was so looking at my picture while we spoke.” “I know,” I said, “I could see from the mini-mart.” “I think you are going to have to punish me right now.” “What for?” “For playing with myself the whole conversation.” I couldn't believe my ears. I wasted no time and started right in on her punishment. I stripped her down and had her lay on the bed with her ass in the air. I reached into the drawer of our night table and pulled out her birthday present. I told her not to turn her head around, as I slid it along her ass check. “Did Kadin feel this big when you danced your ass up against him?” “Mmm, at least that big.” “Okay then, look!” She turned around to see the ten inch dildo I had resting on her butt. It looked like black stone and very intimidating. I slowly worked it into her pussy and the evening's punishment began. Something more was happening to us. Our little game had taken a turn. The object of them ceased to be about breaking Kadin's heart over my unobtainable wife, and we found ourselves excited in ways I hadn't expected. She'd clearly become turned on by teasing the guy for my amusement, I mean, she'd fingered herself on the phone with him, and the naughtier she was, the more excited and ruthless I became come punishment time. I wondered how much further we dare go with our game, but was too afraid of the answer to wonder very long, and there was no stopping it, anyhow. I drove the beastly dildo deeper and harder into her pussy and spoke into her ear, telling her what a naughty little slut she was. I didn't care how sick it sounded; I was totally euphoric and had been for weeks. Whatever was happening, I loved it, and I can say with absolute assurance, she did too. The following day I made an unfortunate discovery, which was that Kadin didn't just look at the other pictures of Noreen, he had also attached them to a text message and sent them to his phone. I trusted Kadin not to do anything stupid with the images, but it still alarmed me, because if our games ever did end, and Noreen and Kadin reverted back to treating each other like crap, then he might be tempted to misuse them. I decided it was best not to tell Noreen and worry her, or she might have reservations about my next idea. Speaking of which, I didn't have a next idea. This was an even bigger problem, because if we slowed down we might come to our senses and quit. And, dammit, we couldn't stop now; it was simply out of the question. Then on Monday I got a phone call, which immediately spawned an idea, one that would certainly prove challenging to follow through on, but it was do or die at this point. Noreen’s a Glutton for Punishment The phone call was an invitation to a bachelor party for a friend of ours named Larry. Kadin knew him too, which meant he'd be there. That is where the final act of our next little game would take place, but before I explained any of what I had in mind to Noreen, I went and bought a movie camera. I didn't quite think this part through and was blown away by all the new digital movie cameras, so I bought one of those when in hind sight I should have picked up an older VCR camcorder. I surprised Noreen with it and then suggested we make a blue movie in our bedroom. I thought because of how easily she agreed to the nude photographs that there actually might be a chance in hell she'd do it, but a tastefully presented nude photo is one thing, and a home made porno is another, so I found myself chasing her around the condo with the camera, trying to get her dress off. She actually started to get a little pissed when I didn't stop and so I left her alone and apologized. The movie getting into the wrong hands seemed to be the part that really bothered her, which made me feel extra guilty about Kadin having sent himself those pictures, so I began to promise over and over that if we did make a kinky film I'd erase it immediately after we watched it. During the next couple of days I kept saying, “I know it's scary, but it will be fun.” Putting it like that made her sound like a chicken, and as obvious a ploy as it was, it still worked, and she finally agreed to try it one time. I propped the camera up on some books and a stool at the foot of our bed and we started a love making session. She smoked half a joint to relax, slowly growing more and more aroused until she was about as turned on as I'd ever seen her, and I thought I might have introduced something wonderful to my naughty exhibitionist wife for our bedroom play. I brought out the dildo and nudged it along her pussy as she stroked me. She let my cock go and looked up to ask, “What am I being punished for this time?” “Who's cock is at your pussy?” I asked back. “What?” “You know what I'm asking.” I pushed the beast gently into her snatch. “Who's ten inch cock is in your pussy?” “Kadin's?” “That's why you're being punished!” I drove the thing in deeper and slowly worked it up to the flat balls at its base, something I've never done before, and, shocked, she took a quick deep breath and exhaled slow and steady with an erotic contemplative moan. “Oh god, Dave,” she said as she rolled her hips against the beast, “you're gonna have to really punish me, because that felt gooood.” That did it for me; I pulled the dildo out and grabbed the back of her head and started her bobbing on my cock. In less than a minute I had a sensation that told me I'd be cumming soon, so I yanked her away and positioned myself between her legs. She didn't lie, that thing must have felt good, because it left her pussy soaked. One thing the camera would never pick up is how wonderful Noreen's nectar is. In comparison to other girls I've been with, Noreen's juice is so thin and slick that it hardly feels wet. If you can imagine running your fingers over melting ice, and then imagine that same slick feeling but over hot delicate flesh, then you might start to understand what I mean. The camera would capture, however, how soft her light brown pussy hairs appear, short and fine and waxed into a tapered line. She was perfect ––every molecule of her––and the camera had a perfect view of it all. It only took about four strokes until I couldn't hold back, so I pulled out and let go across her flat belly. It was an embarrassingly quick fuck session, she was just getting going, and I didn't want her first camera experience to end like this, so I grabbed the dildo and eased in once again. She was extremely hot, and I could see the sweat bead on her neck and chest as she gyrated her hips and I thrust the beast inside. “You like that? You like it deep and hard like that,” I asked, and she squealed affirmatively. Another five minutes of this had her cumming, and I kept working it into her harder and faster, and then she was cumming again, and again, and again, for at least another ten minutes. I finally brought my face to hers and let the dildo just sit inside her for a moment, then I bit her earlobe and asked, “Has my cock tamed that naughty little pussy of yours, or are you gonna need some more?” She responded wickedly, “Who's cock?” Damn the bitch! I flipped her over so her head was in my lap and my cock in her mouth, while I leaned over her back and started driving the dildo in again fast and furious. Man was she hot tonight, but I'd be dammed if I wasn't going to cool her off. When it was all over we were so tired that we decided to save watching the movie for the following night. I let her keep the camera, because it made her that much more assured that no one would ever see the film but us. The next night I hooked it up to my lap top and played it back, but she just couldn't get into it, and finally said, “I know you wanted to do this, but it's just too embarrassing.” She smoked half a joint while I tried to convince her that she was beautiful and there was nothing to be embarrassed about, but it still creeped her out to see us on TV like that. She admitted that yesterday was kind of fun and dangerous, but watching it back today made her feel very self conscious about what we were doing. I guess I understood, I guess when you are peeping into your own bedroom, your life can appear pretty bizarre. I was almost certain now that I'd never get her to go along with the next part of my plan, although it didn't actually hinge on us watching the movie, and the bachelor party was still two weeks away, so I had a little time to scheme up something more. Ultimately it came down to me convincing her it was safe, that we'd be masked, we wouldn't film it in our home, I'd make sure no one could get copies, and it would be a one time showing at the bachelor party and then she could destroy it herself. This would be by far the kinkiest thing we'd ever done and of course that part of it aroused her, so much so that we ended up fucking as our pillow talk went something like, “Everyone in the room will see how naughty you are, even Kadin. They'll see just how much cock you can take. And every time you see any of them, you'll know they've seen you do it all, and it will get you so fucking hot. It will take me months to properly punish you for this one.” A week later we were in a hotel room and began setting up. She'd brought along a suitcase as if we were on vacation, but inside she'd packed a baby blue bed sheet, which she threw on top of the hotel comforter. She also had some towels from home which she hung in the bathroom, and then laid the hotel towels on the floor around the bed. Staying in hotels has always put her off, even nice ones like this, and getting naked in their frequented beds or even going barefoot on the carpet she'd considered extremely nasty, so I was glad she had thought this one through and wouldn't let phobia ruin the experience. I had about three drinks as I waited for her to get ready and I think I was actually the nervous one. She showered and spent about half an hour putting on make-up and drying her hair. She doesn't typically wear make-up, and so when I finally saw her I was blown away. She'd gone heavy on the cool eye shadow and thick with the black eye liner and mascara, resulting in eyes that appeared tranquilized by lust. She had wet red lips like glazed cherries, which matched the nail polish she'd applied on both her fingernails and toenails the night before. She already has pronounced cheekbones, but she rouged them as well. When she spoke I was shocked to hear her voice come from that sexually sweetened face. Her attire consisted of a loose, lacy, black slip that draped over breasts, ass, and hips, a black party mask over her eyes, and, for some reason, a pair of black cat ears. I wore a similar mask and a fake tattoo on my arm. I figured that was enough, since the film quality wasn't going to be excellent. We started the camera and then she climbed on the blue sheet and kneeled to face it. She ran her hands up the loose slip, fondling her tits through the flimsy satin material. She then pulled the right strap free and peeled that side of the slip down until her B cup breast was exposed. One finger went into her mouth and then she twirled it around her rosy nickel size nipple. Our film was going to be very amateurish, only her stunning model looks would make it of any interest, but that was plenty. I climbed on the bed and began to tease her nipple with my tongue and raised the slip up to slide a hand between her legs. I began to move things along sort of quickly since we were trying to keep our movie well paced, and soon I was in her with the black slip bunch up over her flat stomach and her legs wrapped around my back. She was getting very worked up, and then it happened again… I found myself on the verge of cumming and it was too late to stop. Something about having the damn camera on us made me cum super fast, it was exciting to the point of being nerve racking. I pulled out and shot my load on the bed sheet because I wanted a second-take and preferred to keep her fresh for it. Noreen rolled over, letting her legs scissor in the air as she did, then sprung off the bed and went to her suitcase. I was turning off the camera but she told me to let it roll. She then returned with her big dildo and laid it in my hands. Once again I nestled the beast at her slit and gently entered. At about halfway she'd grown more vocal that usual and was attacking back at by raising her hips high up in the air and then slamming them back onto the bed with an arched back, and my cock was up and ready to go again in no time. I pulled the beast from its favorite lair and began to get between her legs, but she sat up and said, “Not yet,” then whispered into my ear, “Just a little longer––just keep his dick in me a little longer, sweetie.” I whispered back, “You've crossed a line now, little girl, you better be prepared for some serious punishment!” Our game of naughty wife and sadistic husband was in full swing now, and she fell back onto the bed and I resumed giving her the fucking of a life time with the beast. She was cumming, as usual, and was making it absolutely clear to the camera with her shrieks of ecstasy and bucking hips. I pushed it deeper and deeper inside until the flat balls prevented it from going any further, and her stretched tight tummy pushed out just a little in response to its full length. I tore the slip over her head, flipped her over so she was on all fours, and pushed her to the foot of the bed so she was facing the dresser with the camera on it, offering it the closest view of her face without her leaving the bed. If this was his cock fucking her then I needed to show everyone how it made her feel, and they'd all know just how badly she needed to be punished. I begun to pulverize her pussy with the beast, and she whimpered into the camera. “Mmm, how about it, bitch, is this too much cock for you?” “No, no, uhh, don't stop, yeah, fuck me, cummon, yeah, uhh, fuck me.” “Take it bitch, take it deep, take this big fucking cock to the balls.” “Oh god, uhh, uhh, oh god, uhh uhh, oh god!” She was coming again, and again, and yet again, her tiny cat ears sitting crooked on her head, and her green eyes, radiant behind the black costume mask, began to glaze over in lust. My arm was actually getting tired from ramming that monster home. This video was going to kill my buddies it was so fucking hot, and I was so stinking hard that if I didn't get the real thing back in her soon I'd end up blowing all over her leg. Then came her final cries, the higher pitch ones, the weaker ones, the ones that told me she was finished, that I'd broken the bitch and had reached the soft frail creature inside, and she'd be a good little girl form now on, or at least until she was horny again. I gave a few last deep strokes that made slippery sloppy noises in the now quiet room, then withdrew the beast and drove my cock in. She was dripping wet and I let her have it good and fucking hard for the camera, but she was pretty much spent and had her cheek pressed against the bed and her lips smearing red lipstick all over the sheet. It only took me few minutes to cum, but those last few minutes were my show, and I slapped her ass and still managed to give the frail, beaten, exposed Noreen a thorough, thorough punishing. The bachelor party was a week away, and then it got postponed another week. I was going nuts. In bed we'd talk about what it would be like to have a room full of guys viewing our film, but she refused to watch it, and since she was too paranoid to let the camera out of her hands, I couldn't watch it either. On the night of the party she transferred the movie onto my laptop and I took my laptop to the hotel where the party was located. By ten o clock there were ten guys in the hotel room watching porno movies, getting shit faced, and waiting on a late stripper. If I had had a VCR tape then I could have slipped it in with the stack of other pornos, but instead I had to introduce it on my laptop. I finally built up the nerve and said, “Hey Larry, check this out.” I flipped open the laptop on a table in the center of the suite and launched the movie. I'd waited so long for this moment that I had a strange sense of terror when it finally arrived. I made it full screen and said, “It's a shitty amateur film, but the chick is the hottest girl I've ever seen in my life.” Noreen came into view and crawled onto the bed, and Larry said, “Holy fuck, dude, she is fucking hot!” This got the attention of everyone and they all began to gather around as Noreen slowly stripped off her slip. Watching Noreen strip in the movie was an entirely different experience than being there. The slight grain in the mpeg coated everything and made it seem extra personal and private. The lighting even looked different––brighter––making her seem more exposed. In fact, the camera's auto exposure had lightened things to the point that it looked as if the room was bathed in pleasantly revealing daylight, and hid all the murky pools of dirty yellow emitted by the lamps, that, at the time, I feared would look too seedy. “Man, do I want a piece of that!” Larry said. “No shit, is she going to get fucked or does she just strip?” asked Clay, who's a big black friend of ours. “She gets fucked, alright!” Noreen's breast was out, and the guys were starting to yell whatever rude shit came to mind. “Wrong hotel, baby, all the dick's over here. Room 2-0-9, baby, bring those little titties to room 2-0-9!” I backed up, and let the rest of the guys get a closer look. I could watch the film on the way home, so I was more interested in seeing the guys react to Noreen naked and awaiting her fuck partner. And then I appeared and climbed on the bed behind her. I could barely recognize myself on the screen, and that made me feel a whole lot less nervous about anyone catching on. Then someone said, “Man, if that dude don't light that pussy up I'm gonna have come over there and wreck it for him.” Then I noticed something weird, the shadows were being cast across the room as if light was coming from the window, and I realized this film was shot during the day! It wasn't our movie! That wasn't me! But it sure the hell was Noreen! I looked around for Kadin, and he was standing a ways back drinking his beer in quick gulps. What had Noreen done? She'd switched movies on me, that's what she'd done. Other than being fairly positive that Kadin was behind that mask and fucking my wife in the same hotel I did, I couldn't piece together how this might have happened, and my mind was reeling. I had no idea how to approach him. Was this serious? Was it some kind of prank? Should I be asking Kadin to quietly step outside? I backed up next to him and tried to gauge what he might be thinking. I needed to know more before I could react at all. He leaned over and said, “This shit ain't cool, man. What's going on?” I didn't have an answer for him. “You knew?” he asked in a hushed tone, “You knew we were at the hotel?” So now I was having a conversation with someone who'd secretly fucked my wife, and I didn't quite know how to handle it. I was plenty angry, but I also felt really naïve and stupid. In fact, it seemed like if I let Kadin think I was in on it, I might be able to save just a little face in this situation, so I only smiled at him in response. Then I heard this guy Owen yell out, “Oh yeah, baby, show us the honey pot.” Clay yelled, “Bring that honey pot to Clay, baby, so I can stir it, and, ooo, I'll let you lick the spoon.” Kadin leaned over again and said, “So what is this, some kind of joke?” I tried to answer him with just a smile again. “You're sick or something? You're showing a video of me fucking your wife to all your buddies? Are you trying to pay me back? Because I don't care––I don't care if everyone in the room sees me screwing her. So what exactly is the point you're trying make here?” He was getting angry now, and I knew if he raised his voice any someone would hear, so I said, “What's the point of having a foxy ass wife if you aren't going to show her off?” That seemed to shut up for a moment. My head was still swimming, however, and then someone turned up the sound on the laptop and I heard Noreen getting fucked. I could avoid looking at the screen, but I couldn't avoid hearing it. “Fuck her, come on, fuck that hot little ass,” screamed Larry. Her moaning became louder and she hastened her breathing. 'Uhhh, uhh, uhh, uh! Oh god! Oh god! OH GOD!' The familiar sounds of her raucous enjoyment brought me out of my daze. The shock of the situation was wearing off, now, and I thought, 'Okay, what has really changed here? She's fucking Kadin, but then he's always been apart of our games. I'm still in a room full of guys watching a video of my wife getting fucked for my own kinky pleasure, and that's exactly where I'd planned to be, tonight. So almost nothing has really changed. Nothing!' I couldn't fully convince myself of anything, but I'd at least gained the courage to turn around and face the image of Kadin polishing her ass with his hands while he slipped his meat in from behind. She was facing the camera, positioned just like when I was driving the beast into her, and I could she the ecstasy soar across her face. She was fucking hot, and every guy in the room knew it, especially Kadin. And she was oh so naughty, so very, very naughty. And, my god, was I ever going to punish her when I got home, in fact, I'd be punishing her every night for the rest of her sexy little life. Kadin began to move towards the lap top now, and shouted, “Oh hell yeah, fuck that hot little hole. Look at that big dicked bastard stick it to that bitch!” He had a fairly large cock, but not much bigger than mine, so Noreen had apparently been full of games for my benefit, and I thought, 'What a wicked wife I'd married!' She was getting pretty well fucked now and her little cat ears had slipped down with her hair, and hung so that it covered her right eye. She turned around and shouted, “You asshole, do you really think you can tame me with your dick?” I laughed to myself and thought, 'What a wicked, wicked, wicked wife!' Noreen’s a Glutton for Punishment The onscreen Kadin got mean, and said, “Fucking eh right!” He then leaned forward spreading her ass cheeks, and began to pound, pound, pound. The kitty ears fell to the bed and she opened her mouth wide enough to count fillings. The off-screen Kadin yelled, “Oh hell yeah, go for it, bro, tame that bitch with your cock! Train that pussy like a dog!” Kadin must have chose his payback in the form of shouting as many debasing things as he could to Noreen in front of a room full of our clueless friends. Unfortunately, the only effect it was having on me was that I wanted to get home and fuck Noreen even sooner. The onscreen Kadin flipped her on her side and pulled one leg to his chest so she was spread wide and we could all see the real life beast attack. It also gave me a chance to see that he was wearing a condom––GOOD! She was on the pill, but still… Even though their new position had her face further from the camera, it offered Noreen's perfect profile, and Larry then shouted back to me, “Dave, I can see why you think this chick is the most beautiful girl in the world, man, she kinda looks like Noreen.” “No shit, it does,” Clay shouted. Fear lit through me. Kadin then said, “Man, you should sick that dude on Noreen's pussy. Maybe it would cure her of being a bitch.” That was out of line, but I wasn't in a position where I could say much of anything, and I was glad he at least didn't give us away, so I just grumbled, “Easy Kadin.” I imagined her cruel smile waiting for me at home, and I had to leave the bachelor party soon and fuck her, because this game was too wild. I started to invent a good excuse to get away, and then the late striper came knocking on the door. No one would care if I left now, and I had no reason to sit around watching some semi cute striper when I had the prettiest, hottest, kinkiest fuck in town waiting for me at home. And god did I need to punish her! And I wanted to do more than just fuck her or shove in the beast. She'd actually screwed Kadin, and I was having trouble thinking of a punishment worthy of such a crime. I finally walked up behind him and said, “Follow me home right now for a one time only opportunity.” I said nothing else and he followed. We each gave Larry forty bucks to have fun with the stripper and split. The two of us were totally quiet in the elevator, even though we both had a lot to say. We got in our separate cars and headed towards my condo. My cell phone rang and I saw it was Kadin. The phone provided the courage to finally speak. He wanted to know what the deal was, and I admitted the film was a surprise to me, too. As shallow as he is, I guess he'd still harbored some guilt over fucking Noreen, only to then learn he was the victim in some couple's sex game, so relived, bewildered, and drunk, he started to laugh and shout as he blamed everything on Noreen. Apparently she called him and told him to meet her at the hotel for a surprise. I'm pretty sure he knew what meeting her at a hotel would entail, but he claimed otherwise, and that he was floored to find her all dressed up. She then pulled him inside and attacked him. Noreen told me later that she had the camera hidden in a Kleenex box and convinced him the costumes were so they wouldn't have to see one another during her infidelity. Up until now I'd been responsible for our games, but it amazed me how much planning and sneaking around Noreen had to do to pull off my 'present', which far surpassed any scheme I'd concocted, and so, as weird as it sounds, it made me more special to her than ever. I guess to a normal couple the equivalent would be your feelings towards your spouse if she threw you a huge surprise party. I was deeply in love with Noreen and I deeply needed to punish her. By the time we'd reached my condo, Kadin was starting to show signs of puss'n out. He parked next to me in the lot and asked form the window of his Camero, “Are we both gonna to do her at the same time?” I waved my hand for him to keep it down, and he lowered his voice and his face bunched up with disgust, “But that's the plan?” I realized that I too was a little uneasy about getting down to it with another guy around, so I said, “All I know is I'm going to fuck her. That's all I know. The rest is up to you.” I marched up the stairs to our condo and knocked instead of using my key, because I wanted her naughty ass to face me at the door. I heard Kadin put his car in park and come up the stairs. I'm pretty sure he would have left if he wasn't drunk. When Noreen opened it, Kadin was walking up behind me. “Oh shit!” she said. “Oh yeah!” I gleamed. I walked in and she backed up to the living room. Kadin followed me with a big smirk jerking either side of his face. She had on the big white tee shirt she wears to bed, knowing full well I'd be getting home in a very amorous mood. Kaden hadn't said a word, and I'd never known Kadin to have nothing to say before, but then I could only imagine how stunned he must feel. After Noreen's mother died her father sold their house and helped us to buy a condo as a late wedding present, so we were able to move out of the crappy student housing during our last two years at UCLA. My folks helped out a little, too, and we'd paid everyone back since we'd graduated college and we're very proud of our home. The condo is beautiful, two-stories tall, occupying the second and third floors of the building with retail space on the first floor. The living room ceiling opens up into the second story, so the room is a full two-stories with four sunroofs at the top, but at night, when no other lights are on upstairs, that area disappears into darkness and feels like open sky. Noreen took a seat on the couch and pulled the bong out from under our coffee table. “Do you guys want some grass? Or beer? Or you can make drinks, Dave.” Kadin finally laughed, “This is… this is weird, man. I need something. Scoth?” I poured him and myself what must have been triples of scotch. He and Noreen were both taking hits off the bong, even though I could see she was already a little stoned. She had a bunch of smoke in her mouth and said with a tight chest, “So how was the party,” and then laughed out the smoke. Kadin lost it and fell back into the sofa. We have a leather cream colored sofa that is extremely wide and puffy, so he was laying on his back and halfway buried by leather, staring at the dark two-story ceiling, when he giggled out, “Oh fuck. You are crazy. You are like a certifiable crazy bitch!” She punched him lightly on the leg. “Hey!” I set his drink in front of him and then sat down on the sofa so Noreen was between us. Her big shirt just barely reached the tops of her thighs and she never wore underwear with it. She reached for the bong again, saying, “I was not expecting this, I can tell you guys that much.” I'd stayed relatively cool ever since I'd come home, and I decided I'd be issuing the orders for this one, although I felt compelled to do it without speaking a word. When I caught Noreen's eye I gave her a stern look, like she was in deep shit. Then I motioned with my eyes and head for her to go to him––to go down on him! She gave me a pouting look in response and I mouthed the word, “NOW!” She set the bong down and slid off the couch, her big shirt scooting halfway up over her butt. She put her hands on Kadin's knees and ran them up his thigh. He looked down and just said, “Whoo!” She rubbed his crotch and began to unsnap his jeans. There was no blowjob in the video, so this was going to be a first for her. I'd figured I'd just have to tack it on to the list of 'things my naughty wife must be punished for', and then moved up so I was sitting on the armrest of the big leather sofa with my legs crossed and my feet sideways on the first puffy cushion. She tugged his jeans down some and moved forward as she'd pulled his cock free, then brought her face down as Kadin moaned shakily, like mild electricity was coursing over his body. She turned her head slightly to the side, showing me the shaft that pushed through her lips and disappeared behind her puckered cheeks, and found my brown eyes with her green mischievous ones. Then she crinkled up her nose in a playful teasing way, like, “Tee hee hee, look at me!” before sliding her mouth down his dick again. I did look at her, and there was no makeup or mask or cat ears tonight, it was the real Noreen bobbing up and down as Kadin grew harder and harder with in the confines of her enlivening mouth. Kadin had never stopped smirking, and I read it to mean that despite being nothing short of nasty to Noreen over the years and despite having fucked his friend's wife behind his back, he was somehow prevailing over karma with a kick-ass blowjob. She came off for a second to ask, “Do you really think I'm such a bitch?” “You mean while everyone was watching me naked on film or right at this moment?” She giggled, and then licked up and down and swallowed him up again. I was getting really hard, but I was trying to hold off. She was indeed naughty, but I knew she was going to get a whole lot naughtier, and I needed just right cue before her well deserved punishment could get underway. She came off him again, “You at least love my amazing mouth.” “You mean when your yapping about what an asshole I am, or now that it's full of my dick?” “You are the world's biggest jerk! Give me one good reason why I should give you a BJ.” “Fuck, Noreen, I love your mouth, don't stop. I love it, Noreen, I LOVE IT!” I reached over and spanked her butt. She understood, and went back down on him. She increased her effort and fed herself another inch by pulling at the base of his cock, which caused Kadin to get vocal, “Whoo fuck!” He was holding his scotch next to him on the sofa, occasionally sipping from it, and with his free hand he reached down, swept her bangs from her face, ran his fingers deep into her hair until his palm was on her head, and then let it move with her, up and down, up and down. Her nose was soon being tickled by his pubic hairs, and this is where Kadin's shit eating grin ceased and a look of lustful agony took over. I could hear the sounds in her throat getting trapped and released as his cock raced across her tongue and bumped the back of her mouth. When it seemed like Kadin might be in danger of exploding, she came up and took a deep breath of air. She said, “Take off your shirt.” He pulled it over his head. She reached up and began raking his chest with her nails, then climbed aboard his lap, so that she was sitting on his lower thighs, and began to slowly lick his nipple. Her tongue then traveled up his chest and neck, and over his chin, until she'd reached his lips, and proceeded to give his a very passionate kiss. This was extremely unacceptable behavior and she'd have to be severely dealt with, but not right yet. She'd been stealing glances at me the entire time, which assured me that Kadin wasn't much more than a prop and that her performance was entirely for me. While they kissed he began to pull her big tee shirt over her head, and she lifted her arms to let it go freely. Then she stroked his abs and chest, and rubbed her tits against his pecks, breaking their kiss to look down at his body and say, “Nice, Kaden.” “You like?” “You mean over the years, or right now that your dick is rubbing up into my cooch?” “Damn, you are hot!” “What do you plan to do to me with all those muscles?” “I'm going to continue being the jerk you think I am, and make you beg.” “I think we'll have to figure out something else.” I swatted her butt again, and she gave me a nasty look. I think Kaden had caught on to our game at this point and probably enjoyed it. She steadied her gaze on him once again, giving him a most wicked, sexy stare down, and brashly shot, “I need you to fuck me!” “Ohhh, you got it, Sugar.” I didn't realize that his cock was already rubbing against her sensitive wet folds, so all he had to do was thrust up, and he was in. She yelped and leaned forward, planting her mouth on his shoulder and biting. But then she stood up, sighing in frustration, and said, “Just one thing,” and then grabbed her purse from under the coffee table and pulled out a condom. He took this opportunity to kick off his pants and set his scotch on the table. The glass was nearly fucking empty. That was a lot of scotch! She tore open the condom package and began to slip it on, but it she was having much success. He took over and rolled it down himself and then pushed her back onto the sofa. No sooner than she'd landed on her back did he come down on top of her, and when he was snuggly in place her legs went up and locked together over his upper ass. He gradually built up steam and I believe she started to cum. I flashed back to earlier in the evening, when Kadin was shouting to himself on the LCD monitor, “Train her pussy like a dog!” At this point I wanted her attention, but I didn't want to interfere, so I waited and waited for her eyes to find me again. She was losing it, though. Her hands were hooked over his shoulders, trapping her elbows between them, and her scrunched face pleaded for both mercy and satisfaction. But there was no mercy to be found, and he appeared ready to feast on her right down to the bone. Finally, as she started to cum again, she opened her mouth as if dying, and her head fell away from him. The minute she saw me I started vigorously pointing to Kadin and then to my drink while I gestured sipping it. The way she looked, completely lost and out of it, I wasn't sure if she'd understood. But as he picked up his pace, she softly, yet frantically, said, “I want to swallow you!” She pushed up on his chest until he sat up, and she returned to her knees in front of him, leaving her wet pussy to face me. She removed the condom and set it on the carpet, and replaced it with her mouth. Now I was ready. I dropped my pants and got out of my shirt like a crazed man. I smacked her ass and slipped right on in. She was soaked and I sailed all the way in on the first stroke. Soon my hips where whapping against her ass and she was trying desperately hard to get Kadin to boil over into her mouth. Lying back in the big sofa was letting him relax, and as drunk as he was I doubted he'd be able to cum. I hammered hard into Noreen, so her head was jolted forward and the whole couch bounced. I loudly slapped her ass a few times, and it was just enough of an erotic spark to shock him sober for a moment, and he reached over, grabbed her head, and pushed her face into his crotch. I continued pulling her ass back and then letting loose and thrusting her forward again, while Kadin kept jamming her head down, so that we had her jumping and jerking between us like some wild deer getting taken down by wolves. As the attack intensified, Kadin finally produced the goods and she stayed on him, forcing herself to swallow it all down. She finally let his cock go, and he began to pull himself away from her off the back of the couch. I was still giving her some serious strokes of solid punishment as Kadin collected his clothes. She put her hands against my hips to stop me, but I tried to ignore it. “Wait,” she said to me. “Wait for one second.” I stopped. She stood up and, oddly enough, modestly covered her tits with her hands. “There's no way you're leaving, Kadin. You are way too drunk to go anywhere. I can get a pillow and some sheets and you can sleep on the couch.” Before I knew what was happening, she was putting on her shirt and Kadin was back in his underwear, staggering and staring like a zombie at the carpet. “Let me get the pillow and sheet. Do you need any water?” I put on my underwear, too, although my dick was still as hard as a railroad spike. In a few minutes, Kadin was zonked out on the couch and Noreen and I were upstairs getting ready for bed. I told her she'd better brush her teeth extra long if she was even thinking about kissing me goodnight. She tried to breathe on me and I flinched backwards and sheltered my face with my hands. We made love in our bed, but by this point I was tired, and the real punishing fuck that she deserved would have to wait until tomorrow. In the morning she and I made breakfast as Kadin slowly came to on the couch. I told him he could take a shower if he wanted and he did. Next thing I know, it's twelve-o-clock in the afternoon and he hasn't left yet. I wanted to be alone with Noreen and recant all the crazy going-ons of the last few days while we screwed our brains out. I wanted to punish her non stop until I'd checked off everyone one of her naughty antics, even if it meant popping handfuls of Viagra. But that wasn't going to happen as long as Kadin was sitting on the balcony that lead out from the living room, and soaking in the rays. We started to joke about him in private. I whispered to Noreen, “He ain't laving until he's fucked you again, it's pretty obvious.” We began to pick up the house and go about our business, hoping he'd soon get the hint. It was three by the time he realized I was a man of my word when I told him tag along for a one time only opportunity and finally vacated our home. I swear we were already getting undressed before the door completely closed behind him. She said, “Too bad, another five minutes and I think I would have fucked him again.” I don't know how many times we made love over the next week, but it seemed like that's all we did. When I had to be away at work my mind was preoccupied with how naughty she'd been and how would I punish her. I wasn't eating much, even though I should have been ravenous considering how much physical exertion our game required. It was like being on drugs and she told me she felt the same way, calling me from her graphics studio to tease me from her cubical. After about two weeks, we were crashing from riding such a euphoric wave and lazed around in bed for two days straight, just holding each other and watching TV. It's been a full year since then, and we still play games, but haven't dared surpass the craziness that began with Kadin's pool party and ended up with the three of us in our living room.