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Wimpass Sub Ch. 01

By: RipRespon



I woke up horribly hung over and mortified by what happened the night before at my friend's bachelor party. Our group of about 20 guys were traveling in a party bus, bar and strip club hopping, drinking heavily, and doing lines of coke. At the fifth bar everyone was pretty fucked up when we ran into my wife, Alicia, and some of her girlfriends. Unbeknown to me, Alicia boarded the bus with a couple of the guys to do some lines, and then ended up staying on when everyone else embarked for the next stop, our second strip club of the night.

It was at the club when I discovered my wife was with us. Not only had she joined the bachelor party but she looked hotter than most of the strippers; dressed for a night of clubbing she was wearing a short tight skirt, high heels, and a sleeveless blouse with a plunging neckline that really showed off her big tits.

Before I go further let me give you a little background. At the time we'd been married for five years and at twenty-four years old, Alicia was a super-hot woman. She was 5'11", a full three inches taller than my thin 5'8" frame, with firm 36D breasts, a rock hard body, perfect athletic ass, and an endless sexual appetite. 

She was so gorgeous, in fact, that I'm not sure how a guy like me got so lucky. I'm almost ten years older, average build, average cock...well...I'm just average everything. When we go out clubbing and she wears minimal clothes fit tight to her smoking hot body with 4 inch heals that make her tower high above me, we both really get off at how guys stare at her. I know everyone's wondering how I landed such a perfect amazon babe (I actually get asked frequently), but she said she loves me because I'm a good man; so who am I to argue? 

After the first two years of marriage it was obvious to both of us that Alicia's sexual needs were far greater than I could satisfy. At first we just talked about bringing other guys into our sex lives, but it wasn't until a friend of mine from college visited for a week that we first explored that possibility. After that week we began to swing four to five times a year when on vacation or otherwise away from home. 

Alicia quickly discovered her kink for exhibitionism and being submissive, and I discovered mine for cuckolding. We learned that gorgeous amazon woman like Alicia bring out the animal in most men, who, when given the chance will do almost anything to get their hands on her.

Over the following three years I was able to fulfill many of my deepest fantasies of voyeurism and cuckolding as I either watched or let her go off with partners for sexual adventures. Alicia also began fulfilling every sexual fantasy she had had including sex in public, being dominated, tied up, sex with woman, and multiple partners. It was a perfect and very exciting time. The only limit we had set, however, was that we would keep this life style a secret from the people in our daily lives, and, up until that bachelor party, we'd done just that. 

At the strip club the guys kept buying my wife lap dances of which she took full advantage. If you've ever taken a woman to a strip club before you know that the rules are very different when it comes to girl on girl lap dances. Alicia, being no stranger to exhibitionism, let one of the naked strippers remove all of her clothes, except for her pink lacy thong. Soon after the clothes were gone, and to the total amazement of the bachelor party, they got into a girl on girl scene that rivaled any porn movie I've ever seen. It got so intense, in fact, that the bouncers put a stop to it and kicked us out.

Back on the bus my coked out, drunk and now braless wife was strutting the isle reveling in all the male attention; and she was getting a lot. Not being able to contain themselves the guys began to sliding their hands under her skirt and up the front of her blouse for skin on skin groping while she just continued conversation like nothing was happening. 

It wasn't until the next day, as I recalled that evening's events, I regretted not putting a stop to the shenanigans right then, but, at the time I was so smashed that it turned me on watching my friends feeling up my super sexy wife. In fact, like a fucking fool I encouraged their behavior. 

When Alicia was laughing it up with the guys sitting across from me, I lifted her skirt above her waist, and, like everyone else had been doing, groped her bubble ass. However, being her husband I felt I had greater privileges than the others, so, I made a big show of slowly pulling her thong down and getting her to step out of them. Showing off, I then passed her underwear around the bus making a big deal how damp they were. Alicia turned to me biting her lip with a very surprised but approving smile. When I looked down I watched a hand slide between her legs and a couple fingers disappear into her slippery wet pussy. 

The next stop was a hip hop club where a dirty dancing, underwear free Alicia was passed from guy to guy. We'd played out this scenario before, her dancing with guys trying to pick her up while I played the friend or cuckold husband looking out for her, but, that was in other cities with people we didn't know. That night I knew all these guys and in my hammered state I was behaving like an idiot. I was actually getting turned on by my friends and coworkers cuckolding me, grinding, groping, and making out with my wife in public.

By time we got back on the bus I was so smashed that things started to blur together and my memory is sketchy. I remember that Alicia asked me if I was okay with what was happening. It was the point at which I could still have saved face and claimed my property. Instead, I gave myself something more to regret. I stood in the isle of the bus, dropped my pants to my knees and stroked my hard cock, "what do you think?" I asked condescendingly.

Seeing my hard cock was her sign of my approval, "Okay then," she laughed at me playing up my kink as a cuckold, "but I'm going to the back where the cocks are bigger."

Everyone, including me, laughed and my Alicia was soon completely naked giving lap dances allowing unrestricted groping. I recall that when it was my turn for a lap dance I still had my pants down and so I fucked her bent over the seat in front of us. At some point I also remember instructing her to blow the groom, which my obedient wife was happy to do. She ended up giving a double BJ to both the groom and the best man who were sitting with each other. 

It was soon after that I blacked out because I don't remember anything beyond that point. Alicia says that once swallowing the grooms cum and letting the best man cum on her face she didn't remember anything. "But, with the amount of cum on my face and tits," she winked with a devilish grin on her face, "I'm quite sure they weren't the only two coming last night." 

How she could laugh about it was beyond me. I felt terrified that we'd gotten so fucked up and had let things go so far amongst friends and coworkers. For weeks after I was tortured by idea that everyone would think of my wife as a slut and me as a foolish cuckold. 

Humiliation swirled in my mind. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I have to let everyone feel her up? How could I have let her act like a stripper lap dancing my friends? And why did I send her to suck off the groom? I was deathly afraid and embarrassed to face my friends or go to work.

When I shared my fears with Alicia she'd tell me not to worry about it. "In time it will blow over, and everyone will chalk it up to a one time drunken escapade," she attempted to reassure me, "and besides most of the guys are married and none of them will ever allow their wives to find out."

But I wasn't convinced. 

Wimpass Sub Ch. 02



NOTE: The following 2 chapters include some male on male sex, so, if you're squeamish about this subject you may want to skip these chapters.

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Over the next week I learned that most of our friends swept the events of that night under the table; most making a pack to never discuss it again for fear of their wives finding out. But at work, John and Peter, my two coworkers who were at the party, created an alliance that first began with a lot of private conversations from afar with smirking glances, finger pointing, and snickering in my direction. That soon progressed to direct taunting, like asking how my wife was while grabbing their crotch, or tossing crumped notes with cuckold and cock sucking wife into my cubical. It stressed me to no end worrying about how long they'd keep their silence amongst the other coworkers.

When I'd complain to Alicia she'd just discard it as guys being guys telling me that if I ignored them they'd eventually get tired and drop it. However, I was right to be concerned. 

On a Friday night about three weeks later, I thought I was alone working late in the office when Alicia called me from home. Apparently, John was with her at our house demanding a blowjob in return for his silence at the office about her behaving like a slut at the party. My heart started thumping hard, my stomach was in my throat, and for some reason I felt my cock growing hard in my pants. 

John was blackmailing her for a blowjob, but first, "You have to give me your permission to suck his cock," she said, "oh...and Peter's too, at another time," she added like she'd been prompted. I was hemming and hawing wondering what to do, squeezing my cock and mostly feeling panicked.  I imagined John alone with my wife, his big cock deep in her throat, then pictured Peter face fucking my gorgeous wife. I nearly fell out of my chair when someone laughed behind me at the entrance of my cubical. 

"Something got you horny?" Peter chuckled. Grinning ear to ear he walked in standing behind my chair and trapped me into the cubical. He pushed the speaker button on my phone. 

"I think I should do it," Alicia giggled on the other side of the phone, "I certainly don't want everyone at your office thinking I'm a slut. It might also be bad for you moving up in the company." It was embarrassing how her tone gave away her excitement to both me and Peter, who snickered and mocked a blowjob with his fist at his mouth and his tongue in his cheek. 

"Do you want to do it?" I asked my slut wife already knowing the answer. 

"Well...he does have a nice cock," she giggled again, "and it's all shaved and clean. At least neither of them are gross or anything, and he promises they won't tell anyone."

"Have you already been blowing him?" I asked feeling the great sting of jealousy and envy in the pit of my stomach.

"Oh no," she reassured me, "But...well...he is naked and...I guess...I am stroking his cock. But I haven't sucked him off or anything."

"That makes me feel so much better," I said with as much sarcasm I could muster.

As I've said, I was deathly afraid of our sorted sexual life style becoming public knowledge around my office and also of being humiliated with stories of my behavior at the bachelor party.  However, on the flip side, I was getting really turned on by the situation; being blackmailed into letting these guys use my wife. There was something about not having control that always turned me on and being suddenly faced with this reality had my heart thumping and my cock throbbing. I silently acknowledged to myself that I wanted my coworkers to use her and cuckold me, and so, like a wimp and a fool, I admitted defeat and gave her my permission.

"Are you both there?" John's voice boomed over the phone.

"Yup, present and accounted for," Peter answered.

"Great," John laughed, "listen up..." He put the phone on speaker and then down beside them. "Okay, it's show time baby, so get busy." As we eavesdropped, hearing very little at first, Peter shocked me by dropping his pants and underwear to the floor setting free his big semi-hard cock.

"Did you shave just for me?" Alicia asked her blackmailer who chuckled in response. Peter started slowly stroking his cleanly shaven cock only a foot away from my face while we listened to sounds of cock sucking coming from the phone.

The smell of Peter's sex overwhelmed my senses. It reeked like he had already cum at least once that day. Apparently, my blackmailer was claiming his territory, assuming his dominance. My heart ached with jealousy as we listened to John moan and compliment my wife's technique over the sounds of her slurping. Adding insult to injury Peter laughed at me when Alicia agreed to be topless so John could look at her tits. It wasn't long before Alicia began moaning like a whore the way she does when I maul her breasts. 

"Your tits feel so fucking good," John said confirming my suspicions, "and your nipples are really hard. It was so hot when you let all the guys on the bus feel you up. You are such a slut."

Beside my head Peter's cock was fully hard, "a real fucking slut," he breathed picking up the pace of his stoking.

For five minute, measured by the seconds ticking away on the desk phone, the sounds of moaning, gagging, and slurping increased making my cock strain and ache in my pants. I easily saw in my mind a scene that Alicia and I have played out many times, a cock sliding deeply in and out of her mouth, long strands of saliva dripping profusely off of her chin, her big slimy tits being pawed. 

Peter's angry red cock kept inching closer to my face in a show of supremacy. "You like it when your wife behaves like a slut," he goaded, "you like being a cuckold, don't you?" I kept silent, but the bulge in my pant gave me away. "You can take out your cock and jerk off too. I know you want too."

He was right, I was dying to give myself some much needed relief. However, I felt like if I did jerk off, I'd be admitting to him that all this was okay with me and I wasn't ready to give him that much control. I also felt extremely embarrassed because I didn't want him to see how much smaller my cock was than his. I knew it would also lead to endless teasing. "No thanks," I told him, "I'm okay."

My cheek stung from a sudden thump that felt like a bat hitting my face. Peter had swung his cock and hit me, "I said," he reasserted and then rapidly slapped my traumatized face with each word, "take...out...your...cock...and...jerk...off."

The stress was too much and my eyes began to swell with tears. I quickly turned my head away to hide my emotions. Crushed, I took out my cock. I couldn't have felt more humiliated, more defeated, or more turned on.

"Peter," John called over the phone, "I'm fucking this slut's face and she's swallowing all of my cock. You're going to love this, she's the best fucking cocksucker ever!"

"I can't wait!" Peter answered about to make me feel even worse, "and by the way, you win the bet. Steve's cock is as hard as a rock, and, like you remembered, it's pretty small."

"I thought so," John laughed triumphantly, "It's the sign of a cuckold. Fuck, stop...stop for a minute," he had turned his attention back to Alicia, "I want this to last." I knew how he felt and was just lightly stroking my cock because I too was on the verge of orgasm. "God your tits feel so good, they're as slimy as a wet fucking cunt." 

"Squeeze them harder," Alicia moaned, "I love it when you're rough," she said sharing an intimate detail that I wished she hadn't.

"I'm going to fuck those big fucking slimy tits of yours, whore," John commanded as we heard them shifting positions.

I was really beginning to worry. This was supposed to be a blowjob and now John was tit fucking my wife. "Oh yah, that feels so fucking good," he moaned, "push your tits together...oh fuck yes."

My cocked throbbed mercilessly while I feared (and foolishly hoped) that he'd soon be fucking Alicia. I was so lost in thought that I was absentmindedly staring at Peter's big cock and picturing it sliding between my wife's tits. He noticed. 

"Go ahead, jerk me off," he ordered, "I know you want to."

"No fucking way," I told him. It was bad enough that they were using Alicia, but me? I certainly didn't want to become their sex slave too. For god's sake, we had to work together. My mind whirled in sick possibilities. What would they do, pull me into the closet to make me jerk them off? Suck their cocks? 

Okay, so I have to admit that it wouldn't be my first time. I had a few boy on boy experiences in high school, but I wasn't gay, and this was a place of business. My god, what if someone walked in on us right then? We'd both loose our jobs. I couldn't be hostage to every sexual whim of theirs. "I'm not gay," I stated boldly.

"I didn't say you were gay, I told you to jerk me off."  He stared down menacingly at me pushing his cock closer to my face.

"You must to do it," John demanded over the phone, "Fuck this bitch has her tongue in my asshole. God that feels so good, stick it in deeper, baby. OH FUCK YAH, your pussy is soaking wet!"

"I'm not doing it," I stood strong and tried to picture what was happening at my house and how it was that Alicia's tongue was in John's ass.

The chime on my phone startled both Peter and me, "Take a look at that message, Steve," John said.

I lifted my cellphone from the table and with Peter veering over my shoulder I opened the text from John. My heart sank and I no longer had to wonder what was happening at home. It was a picture from John's perspective of my wife lying on her back (and on my bed), John was straddling her head, her hands were reaching around his legs holding her wet glistening tits together, and the head of his cock was protruding underneath them. She was wearing a skirt which was pulled up above her waist, and shiny white panties of which John's hand was in deep and apparently fingering her pussy. 

"Now that's fucking hot!" Peter exclaimed with the excitement of a horny teenager, "Your wife has one fucking hot body. I can't wait until it's my turn." My phone then swished and vibrated and a selfy of John appeared. He was holding the camera high above him; his smiling face, his naked torso, my wife's head with her nose against his belly, his cock obviously down her throat, and his hand on the back of her head. "Wow, she really can deep throat a big cock," Peter added. "Now start jerking me off or we'll send these pictures around the office." He stepped away from his pants and underwear and leaned back against the desk in front of me. 

I felt horribly crushed, humiliated beyond reproach as I reached up and took the first cock in ten years (other than my own) into my hand. At first I denied my lust and just wanted this to go quickly, so I started jerking the smooth hard cock fast. "Whoa, pussy boy, don't get too excited," Peter laughed rubbing in my shame, "let's make this last a little. And use your other hand to squeeze my balls. I like that."

"Okay, back to sucking slut," John ordered and more shuffling was heard through the line.

Her moaning resumed, complimented by John's occasional encouragements. Another five minutes ticked off on the desk phone and I found myself strangely turned on by jerking off Peter. His head lay back, no doubt fantasying about my wife, and his cock pointed directly at me while my hard cock throbbed mercilessly in the air. I was fascinated by how the soft skin of his cock moved with my hand while the rigid shaft gliding underneath. I was pulling on his shaved balls with my other hand and exploring the multitude of textures they had to offer. I could feel his cock harden when I used both hands on his shaft. And, when I used both hands on his balls he'd moan and tell me how good it felt. 

I knew Alicia would like this cock and probably worship it with abandon. That thought and the movie playing in my head of what was happening on my bed at that moment was really turning me on making my own balls boil over close to orgasm. I was trying to hide from Peter just how much I was actually enjoying getting him off. 

"Oh yah, that's good keep doing that, you're going to make me cum," John began to announce which made me instinctively begin to stroke Peter's cock faster. 

"Yah, just like that..." Peter began to moan and put his hand on the back of my head pulling it down to his cock.

I resisted his pull and squeezed his ball harder hoping that doing so would satisfy his craving. But he applied more pressure until the head of his cock was pushing against my lips. By shifting his stance to apply yet more pressure his knee inadvertently pressed into my cock sending me into a mind blowing orgasm. I opened my mouth and accepted the head of his cock closing it around the shaft. My reward was instantaneous. As John came inside my wife's mouth over the phone, Peter began filling my mouth with shot after shot of his come. Because my own orgasm was in full swing (my cock shooting its load all over my shirt and lap) the overwhelming lust forced me to eagerly swallow all of it willingly.

As my orgasm subsided my senses returned to normal and I quickly stopped suckling the head of Peter's cock. Suddenly horrified by my actions I stood up and began buckling my come covered pants, my hands getting all sticky and messy. Peter picked up the phone from its cradle and began laughing, "Did she swallow? Because my cocksucker did," he bragged

Disgraced beyond belief I ran out of the cubical and was halfway in the elevator before realizing my keys, wallet, and phone were still at my desk. I stood silently in the hallway listening to Peter laughing and describing my degrading behavior in intimate detail up until the point where I ran off. "He'll be back though his keys are right here," he told John. After a short pause he finished with, "Okay, great idea. See you soon." 

I couldn't bear to face Peter so I ducked into a cubical out of sight as he walked by whistling joyfully. When the elevator doors closed I ran to my desk and searched frantically for my phone, wallet, and keys. After not finding them I finally had to admit to myself that Peter must have taken them with him. I call Alicia over and over but both phones went directly to message. I scoured my desk and then one of my coworkers until I had found just enough money to take the bus.  

After cleaning up as much as I could in the bathroom I began the long journey home.



Wimpass Sub Ch. 03



NOTE: The following chapter includes some male on male sex, so, if you're squeamish about this subject you may want to skip this.

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It had been years since I'd ridden the bus system, and because of that, I missed a transfer spot adding forty-five minutes to the already longest trip of my life.

It was nearly 10pm, a full hour and a half after I left the office when I finally arrived at my ranch house. The outside lights were off and two unfamiliar cars parked in the driveway. As I approached I could see through the front window that one lamp was on in the living room and music played loudly. The front door was locked and my keys, phone, and wallet were on the entry table. I knocked and rang the doorbell, but no one came; I figured no one could hear me over the music. 

I had a key hidden in the back and so worked my way around the house making sure to past by the master bedroom. Sure enough as I approached the bedroom windows I heard my wife moaning and yelling, "Fuck that feels so fucking good...fuck me harder...yes fuck me...both of you." So much for, just blowjobs.

I looked around at my neighbor's house and to my relief didn't see a soul. I was certain she was loud enough for everyone to hear. It made me wonder about all the nights we had screaming sex and who might have been listening. I then heard John, "you like big cocks inside you...you like being fucked in the ass, don't you baby?"

"Yes! Yes!" Alicia affirmed, "ohhh, yahhh, fuck me harder." 

My voyeur instincts kicked in and I snuck up to the window. A glimmer of light shined through a small crack in the curtains. I climbed over the bushes and needed to press my face against the glass to see through the tiny opening. Moans and screams of ecstasy continued making my cock grow hard. At first, I could only make out some naked movement on the bed. However, when John's face suddenly appeared above the bodies it became clear as to what I was looking at; John was standing at the foot of the bed, Alicia on all fours straddling Peter who was lying underneath. They were double dipping her and she was in complete heaven. 

Since I reached puberty I've loved voyeurism, so, I couldn't drop my pant quick enough to get my aching cock into my sweaty hands. This was both worse and better than I could have imagined. I was so jealous and envious at that moment I felt like I would vomit; but it wasn't for the reasons you might think. Watching two guys fucking my wife through a window had been a longtime fantasy of mine, but, I was really pissed off that I could hardly see. At that moment I was very angry with Alicia for not opening the curtains more! 

It wasn't long before John and Alicia were screaming into an orgasm that I thought would wake the neighborhood and get me discovered. When their climax ended it looked like she rotated to a reversed cowboy on Peter, and, I watched her embraced John into such an intimate kiss that it crushed my heart. 

I twisted my body to get a better look and tripped over the pants around my ankles. I fell back hard into the bushes. I was certain I'd have deep scratches all over my ass.

Wounded emotionally and physically, I pulled up my pants and found the key. I was glad the music was blaring as I entered the house as quietly as I could. I retrieved my things from the door and checked for messages on my phone. I was shocked by what I saw. My screen saver was a picture of me with Peter's cock in my mouth. I was furious, that fucker had used my phone to take that picture when I was...."Fuck!" I thrashed about as silently as I could. I looked up the picture roll and also found a 20 second video of him coming in my mouth, "Fuck...fuck!" I did some more investigation and was not surprised to see that the photos had been texted to two different numbers; John's and Peter's I assumed.

I began sneaking down the hall when John walked out of the bedroom, his semi-hard cock dripping cum on my carpet. "Steve," he declared joyfully contemplating my scowling face. As his sweaty, sculpted, six foot two frame quickly approached, I saw him glance down at the phone in my hand, "we were wondering when you'd show up." 

He hugged me in a tight clasp pushing his big cock into my belly, obviously trying to create as much discomfort as possible. His tactic worked making me feel small and average. "Did you like the new pictures?" he whispered in my ear adding to my shame, "makes you look like a cock sucking fagot, doesn't it?" he ridiculed. "Come, come, join us," he offered releasing me from his clutches and leading me back to the bedroom. 

Unnoticed, and under the cover of the music from the living room we entered the dimly lit bedroom; Alicia was directly in front of me on the bed, her beautiful ass in the air as she knelt between Peter's legs sucking his cock. Angry red handprints covered her ass, her asshole was leaking cum and her soaking pussy was stretched wide open. 

All my cuckold fantasies were right ahead of me and reached out craving to entangle my hands in her pussy and all that cum. John had other plans, however, and pushed me to the side putting his finger to his lips. "Shhhh," he whispered and pointed to a dining room chair that had been placed against the wall. I resentfully followed his instructions and took a seat. He stood beside me and together we watched the sexy show.

Alicia was completely absorbed and, as I had suspected, was worshiping Peter's cock. Her head moved rapidly up and down the full length swallowing all of it while her firm breasts crushed against his thighs with each plunge. Peter was in heaven groaning and praising god. I had watched Alicia with other men before and could tell she was very excited, loving every part of sucking that cock. Seeing that perfect body in action always melted my heart and hardened my cock. My anger was quickly replace by lust.

Just like mine John's cock grew hard. However, unlike my average cock, his was large, at least 8 inches. I glanced up at his smirking face looking down at me and knew what was coming. Sure enough he made a jerking off motion with his fist and then pointed to his cock.

I felt defeated. They had claimed my wife, forced me to humiliate myself, and had the evidence to prove it. At any time they could ruin my marriage, my reputation, and my career. I was pissed off, crushed, and beaten. I knew I had to obey. 

Hell...I had to admit to myself that I wanted to obey. This had been my ultimate cuckold fantasy; to be completely dominated by men while my wife submissively offered herself to their every sexual desire. I felt horrible, shamed, and utterly degraded, yet deep down I had wanted all of this to happen. At that moment I felt I must be mentally ill, that something was terribly wrong with me. 

Yet, as soon as I had his hot cock in my hand I became aware of just how beautiful it was. I ran my fingers over the head noting its perfect symmetrical shape. His shaft swelled, throbbed, and grew bigger under my grasp making me even more excited. His hand on the back of my head was a welcome force. I compliantly opened up and took the head of his cock in my mouth running my tongue on the underside while stroking the shaft and squeezing is balls in hopes to raise the level of his excitement. 

It worked and I felt his cock grow even harder. However, that made him push it deeper and into my throat. It was very uncomfortable and made me choke. To my discomfort held me firm in place for a short while before pulling back to give me a little relief. 

"OH MY GOD!" Alicia screamed scaring the shit out of me. Held in place by John's strong grip I glance my eyes to the bed and saw that Alicia was staring intently at me with the head of John's cock in my mouth, "I don't believe it! I didn't know you sucked cock, Steve," she laughed.

"But he's not nearly as good as you," John told her before pushing it back in my throat and choking me yet again. "See?" he confirmed "Can't even take half of it." My eyes began to tear and I felt saliva dripping out of my mouth and off my chin. I opened my mouth wider to prove him wrong only taking in another half inch or so and choking even more. 

"A little ass to mouth, eh john?" Peter joked as he walked over to us. He reached the front of my chair and pushed his wet semi hard cock against my cheek, "Let me try," he suggested. 

I only had a moment to cough and clear my throat before Peter's cock was in my mouth. I was relieved that it was smaller and not as hard. I felt Alicia's hand delicately stroke the side of my face, "push your tongue out and open your throat," she instructed, "that will make it easier to take." I still had one hand on John's big cock as I grasped onto Peter's balls with the other for stability. I looked up at the three pairs of eyes scrutinizing my pathetic attempt to suck cock. John was holding the back of my head as Peter fondled my wife's tits. His cock began getting harder and bigger by the second and he slowly fucked my face. "That's good," Alicia encouraged, "you're getting it deeper now."

I shifted my hands as naked bodies compressed together placing one hand firmly around the base of Peter's cock and the other on Alicia's strong thigh. I was completely encased between three tall people and the high back chair unable to move. John's saliva covered cock slid throbbing across the bridge of my nose as he leaned over me embracing my wife in a passionately kiss. 

Peter's excitement grew and his pace picked up rapidly pumping his cock in and out of my mouth pushing it deeper with each thrust. My hand was the only obstacle keeping it from being buried in my throat. I thought it would vomit, but instead my gagging created so much drool I felt like a Great Bull Mastiff making a mess of his cock and my shirt.

I slid my hand up Alicia's thigh easily sliding all my fingers into her soaking pussy. I wiggled them back and forth making swishing sounds. Her moans of pleasure sent waves of passion through my groined. My status as a submissive was profoundly confirmed. Even though I was being used by the men I was in a moment of true bliss. I was finally included in the group. 

However, my ecstasy was short lived. Peter's cock was pulled from my mouth with a pop and they all walked over to the bed. John pointed at me, "You, stay," he commanded, "get undressed but no touching yourself." Suddenly, I was left alone feeling vulnerable and worthless. 

Using my sleeve I wiped the embarrassingly massive amounts of drool and tears from my face before removing my clothes. The three mounted the bed, John lay on his back, my wife mounted his cock, and Peter kneeled behind Alicia using my saliva as lubricant to easily slide his cock into her ass. I watched my coworkers double dip her again, taking my wife to orgasm after orgasm. 

Did I already say that she brought out the animal in men? Well, these men were acting like animals, fucking her hard, slapping her ass, roughly squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, pulling her hair, and calling her their slut and whore. Her body was showing signs of the rough play; welts appearing on her ass, bruises on her tits. I'd never seen her treated so crudely. The guys were merciless and my wife was eating it up. 

I wasn't ignored by the guys, however, who would stare at me triumphantly as they fucked her and laughed at my smaller hard cock. It exposed to them know just how much being humiliated turned me on. "Tell us how much you like our big cocks inside you," Peter demanded while intently watching me.

"OH GOD," she screamed, "Don't stop! Please, please don't stop. It feels so go...your big cocks fill me up and touch every part of me. Please fuck me harder."

"Tell me how much better we fuck you than your husband," John laughed.

"Your cocks are so big and feel so good, Steve's little cock can't satisfy me like your cocks," Alicia told them breaking my ego and hardening my cock.

Peter hooked his fingers inside my wife's mouth pulling her up against his chest and squeezed her big tits roughly while continuing to fuck her ass. "You like watching real men fuck your wife," He taunted me, "You know you can't satisfy this cunt with that little prick of yours."

This humiliating banter went on for some time until Peter came bucking widely in her ass. John quickly followed screaming so loudly I thought it would wake the neighbors. Then all went silent as they collapse in a heap on the bed keeping their cocks inside Alicia and lay still for many minutes.

John curled his finger directing me to come to the bed. He pointed to their groins, "time to eat your cream pie," he smiled. Even though I was thoroughly disgusted I was turned on by the demeaning acted. 

As I approached Alicia laughed and rolled back on top of Peter causing John's semi hard cock to pull out of her pussy. Cum began to flow from her folds and down over Peter's balls, "Don't let any of it get on the sheets," she ordered. 

I quickly climbed onto the bed straddling Alicia's leg and licked cum from Peter's balls then buried my face in her slimy cunt. Alicia lifted her toes and caressed my balls taking me to the edge of orgasm. I was so turned on that I didn't hesitate to slurp the cum that began pouring from her ass after Peter withdrew his cock. 

Another order to stay came when they all got up and made their way to my bathroom locking the door behind them. I listened at that door hearing laughter and cajoling coming from within leaving me feeling insecure and believing that I was the butt of their jokes. They began to shower, I assumed together, and I was not surprised that the voices quieted and were replace by soft moans. I was desperate to touch my throbbing erection but felt the need to remain compliant in fear of some sort of punishment. 

The quite moans turned into thumping and cries of pleasure lasting over forty-five minutes. As I sat on the bed impatiently waiting I was completely amazed by the amount of sex these three individuals could have in one evening. Alicia finally emerged and ran through the house wet and naked to retrieve the men's clothing that were strewn around.

Farewells were made in the living room as I watched from the hall my coworkers receive passionate kisses from my naked wife in full view of the open blinds. I could only hope that the neighbors were not looking in at that late hour of the night.

Not a word was spoken as a rosy faced, extremely satisfied Alicia approached. Dropping to her knees she completely engulfed my raging erection into her mouth. I came immediately. She swallowed every drop sucking until I went soft. "Now that was fun," she laughed retreating to the bed. "I can't wait until they come back." 

Within seconds she was asleep and I was hard once again pondering my new role as a wimpass, cock sucking sub.



Wimpass Sub Ch. 04



This is a continuation of Chapters 1-3. If you haven't already, I suggest you read those before this one.

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I tossed and turned all night, my stomach was in knots. As I watched my beautiful wife lay there in a deep restful slumber I couldn't stop worrying and hating myself for being such a looser. I was so afraid that I'd let things go so far that Alicia wouldn't want me anymore; that she'd be repulsed by her wimp-ass, cock sucking husband.

At 6am I couldn't stand lying in bed any longer and decided to take a shower. However, in the bathroom, I was sickened to my stomach to find that huge amounts of cum had been splashed all over the bathroom. "My god, what did these guys do?" I wondered, as I scrubbed cum from the sink, the faucet, the floor, the toilet seat, and the shower door, "did they spread cum around just to piss me off?" Well it worked, I was livid by the humiliation of having to clean it up after them.

I took a long shower trying to calm myself.

I crawled back into bed naked and lay on my back next to my beautiful wife with my hands behind my head. Alicia stirred and cracked an eye at me. A heart melting smile grew large on her face and she scooched up against me. Her large breasts squeezed against my side like soft warm pillows, her long leg slide over top of mine until her thigh pushed into my balls. She rested her head on my chest and reached her hand around my waist to embrace me in a long and tender cuddle. 

All my fears quickly subsided as I soaked up the affection like a dry sponge dropped in a bucket of water. No words were spoken and I quickly fell into a deep asleep. 

Hours later I was pleasantly awoken by Alicia's large hand cupping my balls then exploring my very hard cock. "Someone's sporting morning wood," she giggled lovingly. "Is Mister Adam ready for some action?"

Without waiting for an answer Alicia moved with the grace of a ballerina and mounted my torso. Her sex was wet and she guided me smoothly inside until I was fully engulfed. As she slowly and gently rocked forward and back across the full length of my penis we stared into each other's eyes with the love of a new young couple. The wetness of her lips and tongue caressing mine while her hands gently cupped the sides of my face filled my soul with the confidence I was sorely lacking. I ran my hands over her soft skin in adoration of the perfect shape of her ass, the muscles of her back, the firmness of her side, and fullness of her breasts. 

After she sat up we resumed gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. The bruises on her breasts were reminisces of my humiliation the previous night, however, with my cock buried deep inside her warm pussy and my hands caressing her perfect mounds all fears were gone. Only love was present. 

Alicia's head fell back and I could see that her orgasm was approaching. Years with this woman had given me the knowledge of just how to take her to a powerful and perfect orgasm. At just the right moment I began to thrust my hips rapidly driving my cock against her cervix. I could feel that it was swollen from massive quantities of sex as it connected violently with the head of my cock. She began panting and encouraging me on and when I knew the time was right I squeezed her breasts hard taking her to a tremendously loud orgasm.

When it had passed she collapse on top of me and I held her tight. "Oh, how I love you," she whispered in my ear. "I want you to know that your cock isn't huge; it's perfect! It always feels great and never fails to satisfy me. I could never love another the way I love you."

Empowered, I rolled her over keeping my cock buried deep. She opened her legs, placed her thighs against my chest, and with both hands pulled my head until our mouths met in a passionate kiss. "You are the only man who truly understands me and the only man to get my love."

We made love for hours, burning the morning away with our passion. I was a new man when it was time for lunch.

Neither of us mentioned the previous night's events that day. Instead, Alicia treated me like a king all day long. She let me take a nap while preparing lunch, and then served it to me in bed. After, we cuddled naked under the covers for a while watching a movie and then she bathed me in the tub. 

She made me feel like a man again, empowered, and strong. I pleased my woman and now she was pleasing me. She dress in a sexy lace negligee and treated me to a manicure, a pedicure, and then a two hour massage with a blowjob ending. Alicia cooked an outstanding salmon dinner and then put on her sexiest little black dress, with no underwear (just the way I like it), and high heels for a fun evening out club dancing. 

"Every man will envy you tonight," she winked. 

For the entire night all of her attention was adorned on me. She didn't once let her eyes wonder completely ignoring the usual stares and advances of other men. We dirty danced, made out, and she encouraged me to feel her up on the dance floor. 

In the taxi ride home she was hot and dangerous. Alicia let me pull her dress down so I could suck on her nipples and then spread her legs wide open letting me bury my fingers inside her soaking pussy. I thought the driver would certainly crash every time she had an orgasm. 

As soon as the front door closed Alicia's hands were on the floor and her ass was in the air. I released my cock and pulled the hem of her dress to her waist teasingly slow. I tormented her for a while lightly slapping her ass and pussy, "Please fuck me," she begged, "I want your hard cock inside me now, baby. Please fuck me in the ass!"

Not being able to wait longer I slammed my cock deep in her wet pussy a few times to get it nice and lubricated. "Beg me for it," I demanded. 

"Please fuck my ass, my love. Please give me that hard cock of yours." She raised up on her toes stretching her ass up as high as she could, bouncing to match my thrusts, "I need your cock in my ass...give it to me...please give it to me now." 

I pulled my cock out and holding firmly onto her hips thrust deep into her asshole. She was very tight and squeezed me hard. The sensation was like a having a soft warm vise clamping around my cock. It was heaven and it made my cock stiffen more.

Alicia wrapped her arms around her calves balanced on her feet; my hold on her hips was the only thing keeping her from falling over. I stood still and began to push her back and forth over the full length of my cock. The sound of our bodies slapping together in lust filled the house, "Oh yes, my love...oh god that feels like heaven," Alicia repeated in a trance like tone.

I threw my head back and transcended to the rhythmic sounds and the lust in my groined. We fucked like that for a blissful eternity and I enjoyed every single sensation. Sensations like her sphincter popping over the head of my cock and then massaging the length of my shaft, like the crushing of my balls against her swollen pussy lips, like her taught ass bouncing against my hips adding momentum to each thrust, and our thighs slapping together in a loud crash with each thrust.

Her orgasm built slowly and over some time. It began with small please to god until it raged into a seeming endless symphony of blissful cries. 

Then, Alicia collapsed to the floor and lay panting for several minutes while I stood above her my cock still raging hard feeling as triumphant as an Olympic world champion.

After recovering she looked up at me and when noticing I was still hard she giggled like a school girl. She took it in her hand, "Oh god I love this cock," she admired stroking the full slippery length. "No matter what anyone says, this cock...YOUR cock brings me more pleasure than any other." Her eyes were filled with adoration and all the love I had come to know. I believed her with all my heart and loved everything about her. She was perfect! 

I awoke on Sunday to the most extreme pleasure and being on the verge of orgasm and realized that Alicia was sucking my cock. I blew my load instantly and she eagerly sucked every drop and continued until I grew soft. "Stay here," she instructed and gleefully bounded off to the kitchen. She soon returned with breakfast in bed. Then, for the second time in two days we cuddled together and watched a movie.

Bowling was the afternoon activity and her outfit was so revealing that it was the next best thing to being naked. When she came out of the bedroom to show me her outfit I almost came in my pants. She was only wearing tow items of clothing, a pair of Lulu Lemon crops and a form fitting tank that left her midriff bare. I spent the next 10 minutes feeling her up before we left so I, "could get the need to touch out of my system while we bowl," I told her. Alicia couldn't have looked hotter. 

Again all of her attention was on me and I took full advantage acting like a newlywed. We cuddled, kissed, and adored each other all afternoon. I felt sorry for all the guys in the alley because their tongues were hanging from their mouths when she'd get up to bowl making their women mad. I saw more than a few fists fly to hit men in the arm and keep them from staring.

Another two hour massage ended our afternoon and homemade pasta for dinner. It was while we ate that I was brought back to earth. "So..." she began, "how do you feel about what happened last Friday?"

The memory of that night began to shake the confidence Alicia had built over the weekend. "I...I'm a little torn," I stammered uncertain of what I should say. "How do you feel about it?" I asked trying to delay answering, "You were the one who agreed to give them BJ's on demand."

Alicia's smile was disarming, "Ya, I did, didn't I? Well...I don't mind doing it, and I don't mind fucking them either, but I want you to be okay with it," she assured. "And...oh my god...I couldn't believe how hot watching you suck them off got me," she admitted surprising the hell out of me, "oh man, I got so wet seeing you sub for them."

Well, her admission changed everything, "I liked it to," I confessed, "I was also surprised how much sucking cock got me off, but, I'm not sure about being blackmailed because Peter worries me. I'm afraid of where he'll take it, he really likes dominating and humiliating me and to be honest, it scares the hell out of me."

"Yeah, he's a real sadistic mother fucker with endless sexual energy," she laughed, "But, I do get extremely turned on being dominated by that twisted fuck. And although John is kinky he's a nice guy; with a big cock I might add," we both laughed out loud. "However, if you want to stop," Alicia's face grew serious, "just say so. I can make it happen. I'm married to you, my love, and I'll do anything you want." She gently ran her fingers through my hair and tenderly kissed my forehead, "it's you who I ultimately want to please."

Reassured I mustered up my courage because I truly felt that I'd ultimately disappoint her with my answer, "Yeah, I really don't want to do this with these guys under these circumstances. The whole situation makes my very uncomfortable."

A wicked smile cross her lips as she cupped my head with a gentle hand on either side of my face, "I'll take care of everything," She comforted, "I just need to play along for a couple of days. You can manage that, right?" I nodded my head in agreement and accepted the reality of who really wore the pants in this relationship. "I have a plan, but I need your help. Can you get me their home phone numbers and the names of their wives without them knowing about it?"

"I believe so," I answered watching the wheels turn in her head and wondering what she had in mind. I desperately wanted to ask about her plan, but I knew better, in her own time she would fill me in.



Wimpass Sub Ch. 05



BE WARNED, that this chapter could also be under the Gay Male category. Also, it will make a lot more sense after reading the first 4 chapters.

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I had a lot of work to do that Monday and was at the office by 7am. I usually try to get a full hour with no one around making it really easy to get a lot done. However, at 7:30am Peter sauntered into my cubical.

"I fucked my wife's fat ass six fucking times and jerked off obsessively this weekend imagining that superhot piece of ass you got at home. That's more action my Sally's gotten from me in years," Peter bragged pushing my keyboard to the side and sitting in the exact spot the last time he was in my cubicle.

Anxiety filled my head and my heart began to race, "I'm glad you're now getting enough at home," I said defiantly trying to hide my fear, "now you won't need to bother Alicia anymore."

"Hardly," Peter laughed out loud, "At home I'm stuck with missionary and if I'm lucky doggy style. That conservative cunt can only do it on bed. There are no blowjobs, no anal, no fucking her in the shower and she'd never let me spank her. Nothing like that sweet slut of yours. She does everything and anything I want. Believe me, I'll be tapping that tight pussy as much as possible." I couldn't keep from noticing the bulge growing in his pants. "You see? Makes me fucking hard just thinking about that perfect slut."

Images of me sucking off his big cock and watching him fucking my wife flooded my brain and filled my cock with blood. I was disgusted with myself for getting so turned on thinking about him dominating me and my wife.

He stood up just enough to scan over the top of my cubicle, "I can't wait to fuck her tight ass before making her suck me off," he said unbuckling his pants, "just thinking about her big tits wrapped around my cock makes me want to cum. See how hard it makes me?"

He pushed his pants halfway down his thighs and there is was again, his hard beautiful cock and that overpowering smell of his sex. The combination made my mouth water and my little cock throb mercilessly in my pants. I hated myself for that. "Jerk me off," he ordered leaning back on my desk, "my wife's loose pussy, your hands, your mouth, I don't give a shit, I just need some fucking relief until I can get more of that whore of yours."

"This is crazy," I muttered, "anybody can catch us and we'd get fired."

"All the more reason to get the fuck to it, Steve; my cock sucker sub," he laughed accentuating the urgency with several snaps of his fingers, "nobody's around now and it won't take long. I haven't cum yet today."

Alicia's words repeated in my head, "....just a couple of days...", as I submitted to my blackmailer and wrapped my hand around the base of his big cock. The skin stayed with my hand and his tight ball sack bounced slightly with every stroke up and down the hard shaft. He obviously hadn't shaved since last Friday and his balls were covered in a soft short black fur.

"You know when I walked into your house last Friday, John was naked on your couch jerking off while your wife was by the door naked on her knees waiting to blow me." Peter's breathing began to quicken, "'Please let me suck your cock, sir, please,'" He mocked in a high girlish voice, "and, like a bitch in heat she yanked my pants off. What a fucking slut," he moaned obviously enjoying what I was doing with my hands, "I made her beg some more before forcing it down her throat. I'd never had a BJ like that in my life. Oh yeah..." he breathed in deeply, "just thinking about that is going to make cum."

I was suddenly panicked as I realized my situation. With his cock pointed at me if he came my work clothes would be covered in semen, "Please, don't fucking cum on me," I pleaded, "I've got to work in these clothes today."

He laughed out loud, the pace of his breathing picked up, and his cock grew harder: I could tell he was close, "If you don't want it on your clothes you better cover it with your wimpy little mouth," his eyes rolled back into his head, "just like your wife."

Feeling my options were few I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. "Faster," he moaned pushing my head down, "jerk me off faster." His balls began to slap against my hand as I moved it as quickly as I could. He had forced my head so far down that his cock had reached the entrance of my throat. That's when the first powerful stream of cum shot directly down it. I coughed the slimy bitter cum back into my mouth and it was followed by several more explosions filling my mouth completely; man, this guy came by the fucking ton! I had no choice but to swallow and keep swallowing.

Even after his orgasm subsided, the pressure on the back of my head remained. He stood up, I assumed to look around again, keeping his cock in my mouth, "Don't stop," he demanded, "and play with my balls too. Looks like we have a few more minutes." As ordered, I continued to slowly jerk him off and used my other hand to cup and squeeze his balls. He forced my head to move in time with my hand, "like this...do it like this." After showing me what he wanted he put his hands on his hips. I was then fully sucking his semi hard cock. My dick was as hard as a rock and I wanted to cum so badly. I had to admit to myself that I was getting off being Peter's cocksucker and it made me feel extremely degraded.

"Anyway," he picked up where he had left off, "After I came, your whore kept sucking me off, just like you're doing now, and John asks her if she liked my cock. With her mouth full of cock she looked me in the eyes she nodded her head. He told her that she was to suck me off anytime I wanted and again she nodded yes." 

He lifted my chin to make eye contact, "now I have two cock suckers anytime I want." Peter laughed before closing his eyes enjoying the BJ he was getting. As his cock began to harden my body filled with anger and hate for forcing me to do this. I hated him for being such an asshole and bragging about his escapades with my wife. I felt humiliated and defeated and all the strength Alicia had given me over the weekend had been wiped out in a matter of minutes with this creep. But I mostly hated myself for being so turned on. Why did being humiliated and degraded make me so hard? I couldn't wait until Alicia worked her plan and got me out of this. But until she did, I knew I had to do whatever he wanted. 

Shortly after his cock grew fully hard the elevator bell rang signifying that someone was about to enter the office. Peter quickly pulled his cock from my mouth and buckled up his pants, "There's a janitorial room by the elevator on the empty level two floors up," he told me as I frantically wiped the drool and semen off my face with my sleeve. "Meet me there at 11:30 for lunch and I'll tell you more stories about your wife." He patted the bulge in his pants, "And don't worry about lunch, I'm buying." He left my cubical chuckling loudly leaving me feeling devastated and helpless. There was no way I could concentrate on work and for the rest of the morning. I was shaking with too much fear and anger.

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I stood in front of the door labeled Janitorial for several minutes. I was early. My palms were sweaty, my head was pounding, and my heart raced widely in anticipation. The entire morning my mind had been consumed by images of sucking Peter's cock. How I'd need to do it, fast or slow, licking his shaft, sucking on his balls. I was still angry about being forced into it, but, at the same time I was obsessed with what it was going to be like and I was completely wound up and as horny as I'd ever been in my life.

I swallowed hard as he approached with a shit eating grin on his face. By the time he reached me I had averted my eyes to the floor out of shame. "Been waiting long?" he laughed sliding a key into the lock, before swinging it open and turning on the light inside. The room was small about 8 feet square with a tile floor and white freshly painted walls. There was a mop sink and paper towel dispenser to the right and a black plastic and metal chair up against the opposite wall, otherwise the room was empty. Peter shut the door and locked it, "I hope you're hungry," he teased slapping me hard on the ass, "I've got another full load for you." He walked to the chair and pointed to the floor in front of him, "On your knees you fucking wimp and take off my pants."

I shook my head in anger and scowled at him while crouching to my knees. Peter's mood changed quickly and he slapped me hard across the side of my head. It had been many years since I'd been hit and I forgot how much it hurt, "Oww, fuck!" I cried, "That fucking hurt!"

"Look you little faggot," he screamed at me in a rage that scare the living shit out of me, "from now on, you show me your fucking nice face. I won't accept any attitude from you. You got that you bitch?" He slapped me again, harder than the last, and suddenly I was very afraid of him, "I asked you a fucking question," he barked.

"Yes," I replied meekly.

I was assaulted by another heavy blow to the head, "That's yes Master to you, fuck wad sub. And you better be fucking smiling when you say it."

My ears were ringing and as I focused my gaze down at the floor. I smiled, "Yes Master."

"That's better," he said, his voice suddenly calm, "Now get me out of these shoes first."

"Yes Master," I smiled, and, with all dignity gone, I began removing his shoes. Anger had left me, being horny was gone, and all that was left was fear. I'm a little guy at 5'8 and 150 pounds of nothing and I have never been a fighter. Compared to his 6 foot plus height and very muscular build I felt like I was at his mercy.

After his pants and underwear were around his ankles the room filled with that powerful and nauseating smell of his sex. Peter took a seat and lifted his feet, "are you ready for some cock sucking, sub?" he asked holding his hard cock at the base and shaking it while I pulled his clothes off his feet.

"Yes Master," even though I felt stupid saying that to him, I wasn't willing to provoke any more blows to the head. 

He asked me to give him his underwear, a pair of grey cotton bikini briefs, "put your arms on my thighs...that's right, and start jerking me off and playing with my balls. Perfect...now open your mouth." I did as I was told and as he turned his underwear inside out a malicious smile formed on his face. He then proceeded to stuff the crotch and ass of his sweaty underwear into my mouth leaving much of the waistline hanging past my lips, "Suck on that for a while," he instructed pushing my chin up, "lots of protein and fluids in there."

I succumbed and sucked on his gross underwear. I could taste his cum, something even more bitter, and something else that I was afraid to admit. "Taste it?" he chided, "I've been wearing them all weekend getting them ready for you. I even stopped showering. Got to be lots of cum, my wife's pussy, some shit, and more piss than I care to admit." His laugh was full of self-gratification. "Okay, now get up and strip, sub! From now on when you're in this room you must be naked."

I baulked, I didn't want to do it and shook my head no. Another hard blow across the other side of my head made the tears well up in my eyes. He laugh and reached for his pants pulling out his phone, "Fucking crying," he laughed sadistically, "I like that." He thumbed the phone, "Did I show you this picture?" he asked turning his phone to me. There I was, standing in the aisle of the bus, pants down, holding my hard cock, and every guy in the background with a look of shock or disgust on their faces. "Or how about this one," he flipped to a shot of a naked Alicia kneeling on the floor with a cock in her mouth and another in her hand. You couldn't see the guy's faces but I knew it was the groom and best man.

He turned the phone to himself and continued flipping through more pictures, "Fuck...she is so hot! Do I need to remind you what happens to these if you don't do what I tell you?"

I stopped jerking his cock and reached for the underwear to plead my case. He hit me again so hard I fell to the ground, "Don't fucking touch that," he yelled, his rage fully present, "I fucking told your to strip, now strip and be fucking grateful that I'm not asking you to dance while you do it!"

My hands began to shake as I got up to my feet and started taking off my cloths, "Even your socks," he ordered, "and put everything in the corner." By the time I had resumed jerking him off, the underwear in my mouth was soaking wet and I was shivering from cold and fear. "You're so fucking pitiful, you discussed me," he said with distain pushing the underwear further into my mouth. "How the fuck did you end up with a hot babe like Alicia? You have a small dick, you're a fucking little wimp, and she's three fucking feet taller than you...I just don't get it.

"Fuck it, it doesn't really matter because she's mine now." His cock was getting really hard in my hands, "So... where was I...oh yeah, I made her stand up so I could check out that hot fucking body of hers. God, her skin is perfect, no marks or blemishes very taunt and smooth. Her tits are big and firm, her ass is athletic and hard and her legs are incredibly muscular. And I love her little pink pussy lips and how wet she gets. John and I spent a fair amount of time just feeling her up and comparing notes. 

"I asked her if she was a bad girl. Of course she said yes. I told her she needed to be punished for being so bad and without any prompting she put her hands on the back of the couch and pushed out her ass, 'please punish me, sir,'" Peter mocked in a high pitched voice. "I spanked that fine ass and fingered her soaked pussy until those cheeks were as red as an apple. And that bitch loved every second of it. Fucking amazing!"

"Okay..." he slowly pulled the wet underwear from my mouth, "let's put these here," he said carefully placing them over my head so that the wet crotch clung to my nose. "That's an improvement," he laughed, "now bring me your pants." After retrieving them he place them at the foot of the chair, kneeled on them, and put his head in the seat so his hairy wet asshole was staring me in the face, "rim my ass and jerk me off, sub," he commanded.

I was thoroughly disgusted but knew what would happen if I refused, "Yes Master," I conceded kneeling behind him on the cold tile floor. I took a deep breath and held it as I craned my neck and pushed my tongue past the hair to made contact with his asshole. I reached between his legs with one hand and resumed jerking him off. "Both hands," he shouted. With one hand on his cock and the other squeezing his balls I was holding myself up by my mouth in his ass. He seemed to like this and pushed back, "That's great, stick your tongue as deep as you can and wiggle it around." 

I was officially grossed out as my tongue passed his sphincter, "Then why?" I asked myself, "why is my cock getting hard?" Something was horribly wrong with me and I was deathly afraid of Peter's reaction to my excitement, so, as he began to moan from the great pleasure I was giving him, I did everything I could to suppress my feelings. For what seemed like hours, (but must have been about 10 minutes), I probed and licked and sucked his asshole to his words of delight and encouragement. However, with all my efforts I was unable to suppress my dick and it remained as hard as a rock through the entire revolting ordeal.

"Okay, sub" Peter stood up, "lay your pants on the chair," he ordered before sitting his well lubed ass on them, "That was great. That'll have to be a regular thing while we're in this room, if fact, that's how we'll begin every session for a while, sub" he nodded his head in confirmation before looking at me on my hands and knees trying to hide my erection. 

"Whoa," he grinned noticing my condition, "I understand why it was so good, you really liked doing that didn't you?"

A small moment of silence crept between us as I contemplated my answer staring uncomfortably at him with the one eye not covered by the underwear on my head. It didn't take too long before I realized that the true answer wasn't the right one. "Yes Master," I said forcing a smile.

He looked at his watch, "Wow, time flies while you're having fun, so we better get that mouth back to work because you're eating lunch before we leave her today."

Fully compliant out of fear for my safety, I knelt again at his feet and tried to give him the best blowjob I could. I engulfed his big cock, jerked off the shaft, and pulled and squeezed his balls. I wanted him to cum quickly. I wanted this session to end soon.

The motion of my head bobbing over his prick made my hard cock begin to slap against my stomach. It resulted in turning me on and I actually began to enjoy the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I got even more excited when he began applying pressure to the back of my head making me choke on his cock. It took another 10 minutes or so before he finally arched his back and pushed my head down until his cock was deep in my throat, "Oh yeah...fuck yeah...I'm gonna cum," Peter began to shout. I choked and coughed and couldn't breathe while he came hard forcing his cock even further into me. My head began to spin, I felt dizzy from lack of oxygen, all I could feel was his cock pulsing and throbbing in my throat as my body dry heaved around it. I imagined that all my convulsions must have I felt like a woman in orgasm on Peter's dick. He was certainly enjoying it.

He released my head and collapsed back into the chair with his eyes closed and he lay still for several minutes. I just stayed on my knees trying to recover with his cum dripping from my mouth and falling on my thighs. Not wishing to incur any more of his wrath I quietly waited for further instructions.

Eventually Peter sat up, "That was fucking awesome, you are quite the little fucking cocksucker," he praised taking the underwear from my head and using it to wipe his cock and balls clean. "I'll need another one of those after work today." He tossed the underwear back into my face, "You wear these for the rest of the day," he instructed before putting on his pants, "and don't you dare clean them. I want you to be back here at 4:30 and we'll start with the rimming, and with only underwear on your head, sub," he laughed. He looked at my little hard cock, "no jerking off either. You're not to cum until I say you can. Understand?"

"Yes Master," I reply. He raised his hand as though he would hit me again and I coward in fear. It made him laugh loudly.

"What a fucking wimp, I just don't get it." Peter walked out leaving me naked with soaking wet underwear and the back of my pants stained with his sweat and cum. I washed them off as best I could in the mop sink and dried them with paper towels. 

I was ten minutes late back to work and glad that no one noticed.

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Four hours later I was staring at the Janitorial sign feeling like a complete looser submissive. Disgraced and humiliated beyond my wildest dreams I didn't think things could be worse. But I was wrong. Peter was a completely sadistic creep bent on my destruction.

Again, I stood before him naked with his filthy underwear on my head, my pants laid out in front of the chair, and my cock slowly swelling in anticipation of his next order. He laughed cruelly, "Gaze to the floor, sub, never look me in the eye." I shifted my sights to his feet and watched him put his brief case on the chair, "your excitement over this situation is curious to me, so, I thought I'd put it to the test. Turn around."

I nervously turned my back to him. He grabbed my wrist and I heard a cuff tighten around it. In fear I quickly pulled my hand away and the other unlatched side of the handcuff hit my stomach. In retaliation Peter said nothing but began to bombard me with his palms hitting both sides of my head. I cowered and quickly put my hands behind my back. He cuffed me fully. "No more resistance, sub, you're my bitch now; you'll do as you're told." I heard him rummaging through his briefcase, "I went to a store this afternoon and picked up a few items. Now, bend over." I heard a squirt of a bottle and my worst nightmare flashed in my mind and he applied lube to my ass.




Wimpass Sub Ch. 05



I began to beg, "Please don't fuck me, I've never had anything in my ass. Please don't do it."

He just laughed, "Don't worry, sub, I have no intension of fucking you. Not as long as I've got your wife sweet ass. But, I am curious as to just how much of a sub you are. So try this instead."

I felt something hard pushing at into my ass. I grit my teeth as he pushed it hard passed my sphincter. I finally yelled out in pain when it stopped. It was a butt plug and it hurt. He pat it a few times, "that only comes out to shit, but otherwise stays in until further notice." I started to cry. 

Peter pushed the chair into my knees making me fall back hard onto it. The plug sent a shockwave of pain through my body making me arch my back to take some pressure off my ass. I watched that sadistic fuck remove his pants and then he force his hard cock past my lips. "One more thing, and these stay on too," he commanded. While pumping his cock in and out of my mouth he reached down and I felt a sharp excruciating sting on my left nipple, and then my right. I knew he had just adorned me with nipple clips and a chain and they hurt.

"Take a look," he instructed, removing his cock. I glanced down and saw why there was so much pain. They were huge clamps pinching just the end of my nipples, I was afraid they'd cut them right off. "Tell me how much you love your new toys, sub, and no lying," Peter said slapping me in the face with his cock, "you're still as hard as a rock."

Still crying like a child I lied through my teeth, "I like them, Master."

Peter began to laugh loudly and slapped my cheeks and nose with his hard cock. It felt like he was punching me and hurt like hell. In my attempt to get away I sat back hard onto the plug forcing it deeper into my ass. I cried out in pain which seemed to excite him even more. He followed me straddling the chair continuing his brutally assault of my face with his cock and mercilessly laughing at me. He pulled on the chain sending throbbing pain through my chest, "Please stop, please stop..." I begged through my tears, "Please stop hurting me."

He finally obliged before driving his cock into my mouth, and, holding the back of my head, he began furiously fucking my face. Each thrust forced it deeper making me choke and gag. Everything hurt, my wrists against the cuffs, my throat, my nipples, my face, my nose, my ass all burned with each thrust. "Open your mouth wider, sub," he yelled, "I better stop feeling your teeth!"

I did as ordered and felt saliva pouring from my lower lip and dropping to my chest as his balls slapped against my chin. He seemed to have an endless amount of energy and I thought that he'd never cum. I had no choice but to let him rape my mouth.

Finally he held his cock deep in my throat and came just as he had a few hours earlier making me choke and spasm trying to gasp for air.

I sat dazed and crying while he gleefully dressed, obviously satisfied with his sadistic behavior.

"See?" he laughed flicking the end of my still very hard cock, "you're a masochistic sub, and you love this as much as I do." Peter raised his hand ready to strike making me cower, "No jerking off, no cumming or I'll beat you some more you little shit. You and your wife belong to me now; understand?" 

"Yes master," I replied.

As he removed the cuffs I felt so ashamed, I hadn't even noticed I was still hard. I felt sick and worthless. Humiliated and debased. I wanted to crawl in a hole because my cock wouldn't go soft. I hated myself.



Wimpass Sub Ch. 06



Know that this is a Cuckold story with some male over male dominance. As I've mentioned in previous chapters, this will make more sense if you read the previous chapters first.

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It took every ounce of effort not to cry like a baby on my drive home. My ass was burning from the plug, my nipples were in pain, and I badly needed to be comforted by Alicia. I wanted to hear her plan of how she was going to get us out of this nightmare. I was desperate for her to hold me and tell me everything would be okay. But before I could get to the door of my house I was accosted by my tall, gangly, and awkward neighbor Stan. 

"Hi Steve," he said with an unusual level of excitement. "I, I...ah...I just wanted to make sure that you and Alicia are coming to our picnic this Saturday. You know we'd love to have you there."

"I'm not sure, I've got to confirm with her," I said trying to maintain my composure and walk as normally as possible with that fucking butt plug in my ass. 

Curiously, Stan blocked my way positioning himself between me and the house, "Well...yeah... we'll be having a BBQ and lots of cocktails, oh...and it's a pool party, of course, so you guys should wear swim suits. Yeah...and she should wear that little yellow bikini of hers," he said laughing nervously.

Now this was not only unusual conversation with Stan, but Alicia only wore that bikini on vacations and while sunning in the backyard. I was suddenly suspicious on all levels wondering if he'd been spying on her. I wanted to pursue this, but, I was already utterly distraught and our conversation was only adding to my anxiety. I was, in fact, on the brink of tears. All I wanted to do was get in the house and be held by my wife. "Yeah...whatever," I tried to maneuver around him, "but I'm not feeling well right now. We'll talk later."

"Okay...well, right then," he grinned oddly not moving his position, "I...by the way, I met Alicia's personal trainer today. Seems like a great guy." I was taken aback and we stood in an awkward silence; him with that silly grin and me knowing she had no such trainer. "Well...yeah, he seems like a nice guy. I met him earlier today when she brought him over." He held up a business card, "gave me his card; said we should all workout together sometime." His nervous laugh suddenly made me start to shake; I saw John's name on the card. I felt devastated, like I had just been punched in the stomach and I wondered what the hell was going on. "Looks like he also works with you," he mentioned reading the card, "I think he's still home.. They've been working out since noon," he added grinning even bigger.

I could feel the tears begin to run down my cheeks, so, I brushed past him and got around, "I'll have to let you know about Saturday," I said moving quickly and hiding my face. 

Once behind the door I started to bawl. I leaned back against it afraid to move and tried to get control of my emotions as quietly as I could. I listened intently for signs of others in the house. It was a few minutes before I could make out soft rhythmic moans of Alicia coming from our bedroom. I knew he was fucking her on our bed. I ran to the bathroom just off the living room and locked the door. Looking in the mirror I saw that I was a mess, my face was swollen and blotchy, my eye were red and I couldn't stop crying. I needed my wife to comfort me, but, that asshole was fucking her and I felt completely alone. I stayed in there for more than 10 minutes washing my face and trying to regain my composure. 

Finally, I worked my way out of the bathroom and snuck quietly down the hall to the open bedroom door. Alicia was on her stomach, her hands clutching the foot of the mattress above her head, her rosy face was turned to the door, eyes closed, biting her lower lip, legs spread, and her ass pushing in rhythm into John. He was on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulders, taking long slow strokes in and out of her with the full length of his cock. She moaned softly with each thrust. I was devastated; they were making love.

He turned his head and looked directly at me, brought his finger to his mouth instructing me to be quiet and winked before picking up the pace and thrusting into her harder. Alicia responded, her breathing quickened, her moaning became louder and she soon arched her head back and was consumed by an orgasm, screaming, "Oh...yeah...fuck me baby...I'm cumming again...ohhhh fuck yeah!"

As her orgasm subsided John slowed back to his previous pace and she lowered her head turning her face to the other side, away from me, and continued to moan with each thrust. It was obvious she was in bliss. John mouthed slowly, "Watch for a while."

He reached under her cupping her large breast and squeezed it gently. He carefully bit her shoulders which brought encouragement from her, "oh god yes, I love it when you bit me." I watched, humiliated, for several minutes as he slowly and affectionately made love to my wife. The god damned cuckold in me made my cock grow hard in Peter's filthy underwear and the fucking butt plug actually began to feel good in my ass. I wanted to touch myself, to pull it out and stroke it so I might feel like I was somewhat involved in the action going on in my own bed, but the fear of retribution kept my hands to my sides. 

John picked up his pace again and soon Alicia's head was arched back consumed by yet another orgasm. I assumed this had been going on for some time. Soon John waved his hand at me and mouthed, "go wait in the living room, I'll be right out."

I sat on the couch with my nipples burning and itching for almost an hour not knowing what to do and being forced to listen to John take my wife to orgasm over and over again. My heart was filled with jealousy and anger and to make things worse, every movement on my butt plug seemed to force more blood into throbbing cock. I continually swallowed the lump in my throat forcing myself not to cry. I was beginning to believe that I was just a lowlife Sub and that somehow I deserved everything that was happening. 

Finally, John walked in sweaty and naked with his semi hard cock glistening wet. "Alicia tells me you make a great salmon dinner," he smiled. I nodded in silent anger avoiding eye contact. "Alicia and I need to nap for a while so why don't you go shopping, and have dinner ready for us by 8:30. Okay?"

I looked up at him with all the anger and hatred I could muster and stared boldly in his eyes. However, his angry gaze made me fearful that he would start hitting me too. So, I quickly cowered and averted my gaze to the floor, "Yes master," I finally answered.

He laughed out loud, "Looks like Peter's got you trained well, Sub," he said straddling my legs and putting his big semi hard cock inched from my face, "My wife is out of town for the rest of the week so I'll be staying here. You will sleep in the guest room, make our meals and drive me back and forth to work." His dominance over me was obviously exciting him as his cock began to swell. "So since you won't be getting any from Alicia for a while, now is your change to taste your wife," he suggested pushing his cock against my lips. Feeling fearful of being hit and obligated as his sub, I complied and took his cock into my mouth savoring the sweet nectar of my wife's cum that, unfortunately, was mixed with the strong bitter taste of John's semen.

As soon as his cock was fully erect he backed away pulling it abruptly from my mouth, "that's enough for now, Sub, don't want you to enjoy yourself too much," he chuckled. "Time for you to get on with your duties."

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I was unloading the groceries in the kitchen when a hand on my shoulder made me jump and squeal like a girl. 

"Shhh," a naked Alicia urged resting a calming hand on my cheek, "John is asleep."

Like a frightened child I wrapped my arms around her. I couldn't hold back and began to sob as quietly as I could. Alicia took sympathy and hugged me close to her naked body. Through my tears I babbled incoherently as I tried to explain to her why I was so upset, what Peter had forced me to do, about the clamps, about the butt plug in my ass, how I just needed her to comfort me but she couldn't because she was with John. I was so upset I know it was difficult for her to understand me.

"I'm so sorry baby. I love you. I'm here for you now," she comforted, "We're almost there, just one more day and it'll be all over." She looked me in the eyes, "Did you say you have in a butt plug and clamps on your nipples?" I nodded, "show me the clamps."

I raised my shirt and Alicia gasped at my bloody and torn nipples. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." Her look of compassion though, quickly turned to anger, "Peter is such an asshole. I'll fix him, don't you worry." I couldn't keep myself from admiring the way her naked breast squeezed together between her arms as she gently removed the clamps. "Does the butt plug hurt? Do you want me to take it out too?"

The thought that Peter or John might hit me in the head again if they discovered both the clamps and the plug gone struck fear into my heart. "I'm getting used to it," I sniveled, lying through my teeth.

Again, the love of my life, hugged me tightly until my sobbing subsided; until I finally gained some composure. "What is your plan," I asked, "I need to know how we will stop this."

"Did you get the phone numbers?" She asked.

I nodded yes, "Good. I bought a hidden camera today. It's in a clock radio on the dresser. It should have recorded everything in the bedroom today. After we leave I want you to take out the memory stick, put it somewhere safe, and then replace it with the one I put in the desk drawer." She looked down at me caringly, "If you can stand it, check and make sure that the camera is placed right so that when Peter is here tomorrow we can get him on camera too."

The mention of his name made the tears well up in my eyes again and heart began to pound in my chest like a jackhammer. "He'll be here tomorrow?" I cried.

"Shhh...baby, shhhh", she ran her fingertips across the side on my face gently cupping the back of my head pulling it close until it was nestled between her soft breast, "it's okay, I've got this under control," she assured me, "one more day then I'll invite their wives over for dinner. We'll see who has the upper hand when they believe that their wives might see how much they like fucking me."

Her plan made sense, and knowing it was enough to make me stop crying. Although I was still angry that Peter would be fucking her the next day, the way she was stroking my head, massaging my back, and the way the soft skin of her bare back felt in my hands brought me much needed relief. We stayed like that for several minutes.

"We're not going to be eating here tonight, John has plans to go out," she informed me. "Go ahead and cook dinner but only enough for yourself. He wants us to walk out on you after you've, 'slaved over dinner for us,'" Alicia mocked John's voice making me laugh a bit. She bent down and kissed my forehead, "I should go back before he wakes up, but remember the recording. I love you my dear. Be strong." 

We kissed deeply and I could taste his cum before I watched her hickey covered shoulders and perfect ass wiggle as she quickly tiptoed down the hall to our bedroom.

The house was quite for the next hour as I prepared dinner. I also had to take a shit and found that removing the plug was painful but also a huge relief. I finally got to see it and it didn't look as big as it felt. Only about 4 inched and about as thick as my cock at its widest point. Unfortunately, I began to panic because, when trying to replace it, it wouldn't go into my ass. It was way too painful and I didn't have any lube in that bathroom. 

I was leaned over the side of the tub with my pants around my ankles trying to reinsert the plug when I heard John laugh behind me. "Oh Shit," I screamed realizing I hadn't closed the bathroom door. I scrambled to stand and the plug slipped from my hand and bounced across the tile floor making a loud embarrassing racket. A naked John entered the room and picked it up.

"Need some help?" He asked with a wicked smile across his face. Without waiting for an answer he place his large hand on my shoulder and pushed me around so that my hands were on the side of the tub and my ass was in the air. I was afraid to move or say anything. I felt the plug against my asshole and heard him hocking up a big loogie. He spit it right on my asshole spreading it around with the end of the plug. "This IS the closest I'll ever come to anal sex with a guy," he laugh right before he pushed it hard into my ass. I grunted from the pain and he gave it a little pat, "There...that should stay in just fine."

He pushed me over and I spun around to my knees. His soft cock was in my face, "You want one more taste of your wife?" he asked. I shook my head no. "Well...it was a rhetorical question, sub, and I expect you to clean her cum off with your tongue." He snapped his fingers at me, like Peter had that morning, and pointed to his cock. 

Always seeming to accomplish the goal of embarrassing me, I felt my cock begin to harden as I open my mouth and let him slid his cock past my lips. It grew slightly in my mouth as I gently suckled the mixer of my wife's and his sex. He then pulled it out and lifted it up before pushing his shaved balls against my lips, "make sure you clean up everywhere," he taunted, letting his cock fall on my face. I held his cock up with my hand and did as ordered. As his cock grew harder in my hand I instinctively began stroking its length. Feeling confident that I had completed my task, I pulled his stiff cock down and took it back into my yearning mouth. For a moment I felt proud that I had gotten him so excited. 

It was bigger than Peter's and with only half of it in my mouth it filled me up completely. "He really gets off on this doesn't he?" John asked. I looked around him and saw my wife standing in the door looking super sexy in high heels, stockings, and a very tight and tiny black dress. She was checking out my erection. If she hadn't already told me how turned on it made her to see me sucking off a cock, I would have been mortified, instead, as her gaze raised up to watch John's huge member slide in and out of my mouth I was eager to please her and tried to stuff it further down my throat with each thrust.

"That's enough," John soon said pushing my forehead away and knocking me off balance. I fell backward grasping for something to stabilize myself, but, the only thing I found was the shower curtain. I pulled on it so hard that the tension bar slid off the wall and after the curtain covered me up, it landed on the side of my head. John just laughed as I embarrassedly scrambled to uncover myself. 

"That's not very nice," Alicia scolded in my defense, "You don't need to treat him so badly."

"Fuck him," the he retorted, "I've got you to give me blowjobs, he just gets to clean my cock. I'm not here for that fagots pleasure." John reached under her short dress and slide his hand up her thigh, "Ohh yes...no underwear," he whispered kissing her neck and changing her mood completely. I could hear his fingers wiggle inside her very wet pussy as he kissed my wife passionately. "That fucking pussy of yours is always wet, isn't it?" Without waiting for an answer he pulled apart the neckline of her already revealing dress and opening it until edge of her areolas were exposed. It looked like the only things holding the ultra-thin material from falling completely off her tits were her erect nipples, "Your tits are so fucking perfect and I want to see as much of them as I can. This is how I want my friend to see your cleavage tonight." 

As John squeezed her tits hard making her squeal with pleasure Alicia's hand wandered down to his cock and began to stroke its hard length. "I need to fuck you right now," he told her, the desperation present in his voice. He turned her around and up against the sinks counter placing his cock against the crack of her ass.

He looked down and me sitting pitifully on the floor, tangled in the shower curtain, my pant around my ankles and my dick still hard as a rock. He pulled her dress up teasingly slow to uncover her bare ass. Alicia's anticipation and excitement was clearly evident as her breathing quickened and her ass push back against the cock separated only by a thin piece of material, "Beg for it, beg me to fuck you," he commanded while staring at me with an malicious grin on his face.

"Please, baby, please put your big dick inside my wet pussy," Alicia begged and with her eyes closed tight. She spread her legs further apart, "You know I love the way you fuck me and make me cum...please fuck me hard right now, right here, right in front of my husband."

When her dress was fully above her waist John slid his cock between her legs. The smile on his face grew larger and while still looking at me he slammed his cock balls deep in her pussy. Alicia screamed in ecstasy, "OH YES, BABY, THAT'S WHAT I NEED!"

"How many times have you cum on my cock today?" John queried while fucking her hard.

"Too many to count," she panted pushing her ass back to meet each thrust

John pulled the neckline of her dress fully apart and her perfect tits popped out and bounced freely with each thrust, "How many have I had?"

"Only one, my love," Alicia cried on the verge of another orgasm.

Still smiling at me he ordered her to cum, and cum she did. She flailed back and forth between his torso and the mirror and screamed so loud I was sure our neighbor Stan heard her cumming.

As her orgasm subsided John withdrew and helped her stand upright. After regaining her balance he patted her ass and told her to go freshen up. As soon as she left he closed the door and turned to me holding his quickly softening cock so it pointed at me, "Remember, you're sleeping in the guest room. And, while we're gone you'll do some house cleaning, like picking up my bedroom, changing the sheets, cleaning the bathroom. And, I want you to make your bed up with the used sheets from my bed. That way you'll get to smell us all night long." 

He put his head back and moaned and then without warning a torrent of hot smelly urine hit me in the face. I was completely discussed. I closed my eyes and put my hands up to block it, but that just aided in it splashing all over me and the room. It suddenly stopped and I squinted up through my hands to see him still looming over me with his dick pointed right at my face. "Put your fucking hands down and open your mouth, sub!"

"No fucking way, this is fucking revolting," I yelled defiantly.

He boxed me across the head reminding me of the beating I had earlier that day. His strike was in the same spot that Peter had bruised and my head began to pound in pain. I saw his hand raise again so I dropped mine quickly to my sides and I began to cry, "Please don't hit me again," I begged.

John laughed, "Like I said, Peter has you well trained. Now open your mouth, I still have a very full bladder to mark my territory; the wimp ass sub."

I shut my eyes tightly, opened my mouth and hot pee rained down on me like a horse was standing above me. It splashed around my face, on my shirt, until he finally hit his target and it pooled in my mouth. It was so disgusting that it made me gag and choke and crying like a baby. John kept chuckling, "What a fucking wimp," he tormented, "how you ended up with a babe like Alicia, I'll never know." He aimed his pee on my shirt, he covered my cock, my legs and then all over the pants and underwear between my legs.

"I assume those are the underwear from Peter. So, the same rule applies; you're not to take them off your body," he reminded me while soaking them thoroughly.

When he finally finished he told me to do my chores and clean up this mess before leaving me completely disgraced on the bathroom floor.




Wimpass Sub Ch. 06



I locked myself in the bathroom and couldn't stop crying. Soon I heard them leave, laughing and having fun on the way.



Wimpass Sub Ch. 07



It took me sometime to compose myself and clean up the piss in the bathroom. My body shook with anger and rage as showered with the underwear on as ordered. I tried to wash it out as much as possible. I believed that it had to have been the nastiest day of my life and it still wasn't over. I'd been beaten, raped, dominated, humiliated, and cuckolded by some of the foulest men I've ever known. Even worse, my dick grew hard as I thought about my day and obsessed over what I would find on the recording that my wife made of her and John. I knew something was extremely wrong with me for getting off on being treated so shamefully. 

I easily found the new clock radio on the dresser that was pointing to the bed. It was a very sophisticated piece of equipment and difficult to tell it was a spy camera. It even had an IPhone port. It took me some time before I found the SD card stored in a compartment on the bottom. 

By the time I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop and started reviewing the footage it was late and completely dark outside. I discovered that the camera had been set to a motion detection mode, meaning it was only recording when there was movement in front of it. Regrettably, because there is a window that goes into the backyard at the head of the bed and the curtain was open, everything in the room was silhouetted and everything outside was very clear.

Fortunately, I was still able to see just enough detail so that everyone was recognizable and I could also hear what was happening. The first file was of Alicia leading John into the room. I could see that she was wearing her yellow bikini, it's a thong and has very little strips that barely cover her vagina and just enough material to hide only her nipples; it's very sexy and really not to be used for swimming. It made me think of my neighbor Stan and how he had mentioned that yellow bikini earlier that evening. 

When the two of them stopped at the foot of the bed, right in front of the camera I knew these recordings would work well as a blackmail tool. He cuddled up behind her cupping and squeezing her breasts in his hands, "I thought his eyes would pop out of his head," he said making Alicia laugh.

"He's always staring at me," Alicia giggled, "I think he has a LITTLE crush on me."

I'd had the same conversation with Alicia and I knew that they were talking about Stan. They must have run into him, "I don't think he's ever seen me in something this revealing before," Alicia sighed letting her head fell back onto John's large shoulder, "he never took his eyes off my tits." 

John's hand slipped down and inside the bikini bottom making my mouth water for more, "You should have seen the way he was checking out your ass. Did you notice the bugle in his pants?"

Alicia laughed out loud, "No, I didn't. I resisted checking him out. I think he's a little creepy."

"Do you think he believes that I'm your trainer? Or do you think he suspects you're a naughty girl?" he asked.

"Well...let's see," she pondered reaching behind her and rubbing the front of his pants, "You're wearing dress shoes, jeans, and a polo shirt, you groped my ass as we walked to the house, and then you winked at him before closing the door. So...I'm guessing that he's picturing us working out right now," they both laughed loudly.

"You need to show me just how nasty he thinks you're being," he said tossing her on the bed. She rolled onto her back and then stepped in front of her. All I could see was his silhouette as his pants dropped to the floor. He put his hands on his hips and I could hear slurping sounds. I imagined her head was over the back of the bed and he was fucking her mouth. 

"You said you have a blindfold?" John soon asked. I couldn't hear her response but he turned directly around continuing to block my view of her on the bed and retrieved her blindfold from the top drawer of the dresser. He returned to the bed and I assumed he put it on her. 

"Stay there, don't move." He instructed. As he bent down to retrieved a phone from his pants I caught a glimpse of her lying on her back and indeed her head was tilted back over the end of the bed. He stood up and again approached the dresser. This time my heart skipped a beat as he looked directly into the camera. His hand searched the clock radio and then I heard music playing. Relieved, I realized he had connected his phone and loud dance music drowned out both of their voices. 

I fast forwarded through several minutes of his ass thrusting back and forth. When they changed positions around to the side of the bed, Alicia's feet were on the ground and she bent forward offering her ass to John. He briskly pulled her bikini bottoms to her knees and started fucking her hard and fast with long deliberate strokes. It was so hot watching Alicia orgasm again and again that even though I wasn't allowed, I dropped my underwear to my ankles and began stroking my hard dick. After a while she collapse face down on the bed and he walked out of frame. The lack of motion made the file end. In the next video file I noticed that all of the lights in the room were turned on. Alicia was crawling to the foot of the bed until her blindfolded face was to the camera. With her bare ass high in the air, John stood beside the bed and started spanking her ass. 

With a sudden shock that almost made my heart stop again I paused the video and stared at an out of focus figure that had appeared outside in the backyard.

Now our backyard is very private. It has a six foot high fence around it and without trespassing you can't see into our bedroom window. So it's not that unusual for our curtains to be open during the day. I rewound the video and sure enough someone, had been hiding behind one of the trees to the right of the window stepped out into view. I thought it had to be Stan. Who else could it have been? I re-watched that section several times and noticed that John was also looking out the window. In fact, about a minute after the guy stepped out John waved him closer. It took numerous waves for the voyeur to feel safe enough to approach and get up close to the window. Because the camera was focused on the light level from outside as soon as he stepped up I could see him clearly. As I suspected it was my neighbor Stan and he was staring directly at my wife's naked ass.

I was mortified, angry, and humiliated as I realized why he had acted so strangely when we met outside earlier. Under Stan's watchful eye John's cock grew bigger, bouncing in the air with each hand slap on my wife's ass. Soon the slapping motion turned to John spreading her ass for the voyeur's pleasure and then fingering her sweet pussy. I could clearly see Stan's eye's widened when Alicia began moaning like a tramp in heat completely unaware of her onlooker. I could only imagine what was going through Stan's big ugly head at that moment, however, although I could only see him from the waist up, by the motion of his arm I could guess what was going on with his little head.

This was completely demeaning. My creepy neighbor, who'd lusted after Alicia for years was spying on her cheating on me. He was staring at her juicy cunt and ass being masterfully manipulated by my coworker. Why then, I wondered, why was my cock so hard? Why was I stocking my own cock so furiously? Why was I on the verge of spunking all over my computer?

John pulled her head toward him keeping her ass high in the air until her elbows were on the edge bed. That gave me and Stan a perfect side view of the action (although Stan's view had to be better than mine since it wasn't silhouetted). John then made a show of slowly feeding his big hard cock into her hungry mouth. I began to wonder if this was Stan's first time veering into our window. I wondered if he had spied on Alicia walking around the room naked, or changing her clothes, or if he'd ever watched us fucking. He sure seemed comfortable outside my bedroom window. 

John's balls were being cupped gently by Alicia's hands and when they began to touch her chin with each hip thrust, Stan gave a big thumbs up and then made a motion asking John to take off her bikini top. John, with a big smile on his face, obviously teasing Stan, left her top on but began roughly fondling her tits occasionally reaching out and giving her a hard slap on the ass.

Watching all of this at the kitchen table and masturbating had made my dick way too sensitive to touch, I didn't want to cum just yet, but, I figured out that rocking on the chair pushed on the plug in my ass just right and it felt as good as jerking off. So, I put my hands on the edge of the kitchen table and started rhythmically rocking on my ass while watching the scandalous video. 

After several minutes of showing off my wife's deep throating skills John got up onto the bed with her. He maneuvered around until he was behind her with both of them on their knees facing the window. At that point all I could see was his silhouetted back and just a bit of Stan's shoulder. I watched John toss her bikini top to the side and knew that my neighbor was standing only a few feet away from my completely naked wife being molested. By the way Johns hips were moving I imagined that his cock was siding over slick her pussy and poking out between her legs for Stan to see. She soon fell forward onto her hands at just enough of an angle I could see half of her head and the side of her breast swaying in time with John's hips. John was fucking her long and slowly and had his hand around her face; I'm sure with some fingers pulling at her mouth and keeping her head up for Stan's viewing pleasure. 

It was the sound of the sliding glass door opening beside me that scared me so much I must have leaped a mile high. I then I hit my head on the edge of the table trying to reach for my underwear. "Don't stop because of me," my voyeur neighbor commanded, "I've really enjoyed watching you jerking off. Please just stay like you are."

My heart was pounding ferociously in my chest as I quickly closed the laptop hoping he hadn't seen what I was watching. I didn't know what, if any, kind of arrangement he made with John and I wasn't about to give him any ammunition for John. "What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled, "Why the fuck are you in my house?"

"Well...I um...I..." he stammered like the idiot I believed him to be, "John and I had a little talk today," just the mention of John's name filled my heart with dread and so I just froze with my hard dick pointing to the ceiling and the plug pushing hard into my ass. "...yes a nice long talk indeed," a baffled expression covered his face as he stood trying to figure out what to say next. "Right...um, let me get to business without delay then. John told me you're his cuckold, and...and Alicia's his slut. Yes...I said it...that's what he said, I mean," he mumbled. "Anyway... he told me that I should come visit you. I saw them leave just a little while ago, and so, here I am." He chucked uncomfortably and started rubbing the bulge in his pants as he looked me over sitting naked in the chair, "he told me...um...he told me you'd give me a blowjob."

We looked at each other in silence for what seemed like several minutes. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I would have a heart attack. I felt entirely exposed and mortified. I couldn't help but wonder if Alicia had been in on this? Did she know he had been watching them that afternoon? Was she a part of sending Stan here telling him I would suck him off? The screaming fear of betrayal filled the silence in the room until Stan stepped closer, "He said you'd have to do it, that you had to do whatever he said." 

The bulge in his pants kept getting bigger, "I'm not gay," was the pitiful response I got out of my mouth, although my cock throbbed and the pressure from the plug only aided in making it harder. I knew that I would have to do it, that I had to do what I was told. And if I still believed Alicia, (the alternative being too terrible to consider), if she was still on my side, then I only had one more day of being the slave of these men. 

"I'm not either...well gay...but...he said you had to suck my cock if told you too. He said he'd punish you otherwise." Stan pulled out his very hard, long, hairy, but thin cock from his pants and walked right up to me as if he owned me. My mind was whirling with humiliation and fear, "you've got a nice LITTLE hard on going there, don't you?" he laughed sealing my shame. The strong odor of stale semen permeated my nostrils as he reached for my computer, "What kind of porn were you jerking off too?"

Desperate to keep him from my laptop I pushed his hand back and took a hold of his cock. Stoking its length with my hand and distracted him for the moment, "I'll suck your cock, just leave my fucking computer alone. It's none of your business"

"That's a good boy," he patted my head condescendingly taking charge and pushing the soft tip of his prick against my lips, "no reason to wait then is there?"

As I put the warm circumcised head in my mouth, I couldn't believe what was happening. This was the third cock I'd sucked on that day. I hadn't sucked a cock in over 15 years and in a matter of a few days it seemed I was becoming a cock sucker for anyone who asked. "Oh yeah..." he cooed pushing it deeper into my mouth, "that feels really good. Exactly what the doctor ordered," he snickered. "Pull on my balls too."

I did what he asked, and as Stan continued to compliment my technique I wondered how the hell this was all going to end. I was trying to keep the faith that Alicia and I still had a plan for Peter and John, but, how would we deal with Stan? Everything was getting so complicated. The more I thought about how hopeless this situation was getting the more I could feel my eyes watering up again. I tried very hard not to cry but the tears pushed out between my closed lids against my wishes. Stan then held the back of my head and started pushing his pencil dick down my throat and chocking me, 'Now at least I have a reason for the tears,' I thought to myself.

"This afternoon while Alicia was sleeping, John and I had a beer at this very table," Stan began to share, "He told me that he and his friend, ah... Pete is it?" The side of my head started hurt with the mention of his name, "Well...he said they weren't ready to share Alicia...who, by the way, looks totally fuckable in that tiny yellow bikini of hers." Stan was full on fucking my face as he admitted lusting after my wife, "and that ass of hers is to die for. Not a blemish or cellulite to be seen. It's just perfect and so firm." 

Stan was pulling his long cock back until just the head was in my mouth. He'd let me suck for a moment and then plunge it back down my throat as deep as I could take it. "But, until the day they're ready to share your slut," he said, "I'm happy to use your mouth." His paced began to pick up speed, "John said you were pretty good at BJ's, and that you, being their 'wimpass cuckold', had to do what they said. Oh fuck...your mouth feels so fucking good..." he sighed.

Even though I was choking on my creepy neighbor's cock, I started to feel better. It was sounding like Alicia wasn't a part of Stan being there. I pulled on his balls with one hand and stroked the base with the other trying to get him to cum as quickly as possible. But soon he pulled it out of my mouth completely, "Not so fast you eager beaver," he taunted, "I want this to last a while. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue." He then slid the length of his cock across my open mouth for a while. "I usually get pretty good BJ's at the porn shop downtown, but now, with you just next door, I see I won't have to take the long journey anymore. Now suck my balls." 

As I tried to get his big balls in my mouth I realized he had just revealed himself. I knew that once Peter and John were out of the picture, how to get out of sucking off Stan's cock. I would just threaten to tell his wife that he was getting blowjobs at the glory holes. I began to feel even more relieved, and actually began to get a little turned on. For the moment I chose to enjoy doing Stan's bidding, and besides, every time I moved my ass on that fucking hard wooden kitchen chair, (which was constantly) it made the butt plug wiggle around, and that feeling was making me hotter and hotter. I started really getting into sucking his cock, which, it seemed, didn't go unnoticed. 

"The 'wimpass cuckold' likes to suck cock, eh? Makes you good and hard, eh? I'm gonna like getting you turned on. Now stick your finger in my ass." His wish had become my command and with his balls moist in my mouth, I wiggle a finger past his sphincter, "Oh...fuck yeah! Jerk me off faster," he directed taking complete control. 

And so it went for almost an hour. He took his time alright, making me lick his cock, slapping it on my tongue and face, getting me to bob my head on it, or just jerk him off, or just suck on the head. And he really liked it when I stuck two fingers in his ass. He was very specific with what he liked and wanted. He finally told me to jerk him off until he shot cum all over my face. The feeling of his hot gooey cum dripping down my face actually got me even more excited and wasn't ready to stop, so, I sucked his cock until it went completely soft. He finally pulled out of my mouth and collapse onto a chair beside me, "That was so fucking good...you are one cock sucking slut, I tell you what!" he complimented. "I wish my wife would blow me, but she's too fucking proper."

Usually Stan was shy and timid, but after dominated me he was self-assured. "Tell me what it's like being a cuckold and watching other men fuck your wife better that you ever could."

I knew he was trying to humiliate me more, and it worked, "I'm really not in the mood to talk, I've had a really bad day," I admitted swallowing my pride and trying not to feel too disgraceful.

"Oh come on," he pushed, "I would love to fuck Alicia in front of you, man. She's got one of the best bodies I've ever seen with big full firm tits," he salivated. "You've got to bring her to our pool party in that fucking tiny little bikini. I'd love for my friends to see that. Maybe you'd like to see me and my friends fuck her too?" He laughed and punched my shoulder like we were suddenly best buds, "Oh...come on, I bet you'd get off on that."

I felt tears welling up again and I was ashamed that he was seeing me like that, "I just don't want to talk about this with you right now," my voice quivering. 

He took a long look at me and I think took pity. "I understand," he laughed, "you looked pretty upset when you came home today. Just give me few more minutes to recover from that awesome BJ." So for several more minutes he sat quietly with his eyes closed, his pants around his ankles, and his cock dripping cum onto my floor. 

"Don't get up," he said finally preparing to leave. He studied me as he got dressed, "Your eyes are saying 'I'm so upset', but your cock is saying," he chuckled a little before mocking in a high squeaky voice, "'I want to suck Stan's big cock some more.'" He laughed loudly making his way out the same glass door he came in, "Don't let your little cock worry, it'll get plenty more opportunity wimpass." He gave me a dorky wave, "See you tomorrow."

Exhausted, I had had enough and couldn't stand another minute of this awful, awful day. After washing my face and hands, and thoroughly brushing my teeth, I hid the disk by taping it to the bottom of my dresser drawer. In a dreamlike fog I retrieved the new SD disk and then looked around the room for a better spot to place the camera. I finally moved a small accent table from the guest room, placed it in the corner of the master bedroom, and put the clock radio on top facing the bed. That, I thought, would give us better images as it was no longer directly facing the window. 




Wimpass Sub Ch. 07



Satisfied my day was done I collapse onto the guest bed and was out like a light.

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I felt Alicia spoon me and thought I was dreaming, "Good morning, my love" she cooed in my ear. "How are you doing?" she asked.

I turned over quickly, wrapped my arms around her naked body and pulled her as close as I could. The stress I'd been feeling from the nightmares of that night began to melt away. "Oh baby, I miss you so much, I can't even express it," I admitted. She kissed me and hugged me back. We held each other in silence for some time. I couldn't find any words to say to comfort either one of us and I imagined she was feeling the same way. 

"Is someone feeling horny," she giggled talking about my hard dick pushing against her body. She cupped my balls in her hand and began to gently squeeze them. The feeling was all I could take and I started to cum in my underwear. "Oh yes, baby," she encouraged, quickly sliding her hand into the underwear and wrapping it around my throbbing cock. "Cum for me," Alicia moved swiftly shifted her mouth over the head of my cock and sucking what was still ejaculating from me.

She suckled my cock until it went soft then looked lovingly into my eyes. I began to feel horribly guilty and ashamed for thinking she could betrayed me. I burst into tears, 'I love you so much," I admitted. 

We held each other some more feeling our love for one another, just like we've done for years.

It made me remember the first time we met, when it was me that was comforting her. Her coke and meth addiction had taken her to the edge of life by the time we met at a mutual friend's party. Although she was extremely beautiful the drugs had taken their toll and showed heavily on her face. That stress made her very approachable for a guy like me. 

I made her laugh. In fact we laughed together that whole night. We ended up just cuddling like we were at that moment. No sex, which was unusual for her, just talking, sharing, and laughing. I was safe and she felt safe with me. After that we latched onto each other and found our deepest needs fulfilled. I had discovered a strong woman who like being the dominate protector of the relationship and she found a man that would go the ends of the earth to love and care for her. For the next several years she leaned on me for the inner strength to get off of the drugs. We created a bond most people dream of. That's why we were able to sexually explore outside of our relationship. We trusted each other more than we trusted any others in the world. Yes, our relationship was unconventional in many ways, including that she was the masculine strength and I was the feminine heart. But it worked extremely well and for a long time.

"Did you get the disk?" I nodded yes, "Did you watch any of it? Was it okay?"

"I looked at a little of it," I said, and not having the energy to tell her about Stan, I kept it brief. "It was back lit from the window but you could tell that it was you and John. I moved it to a better place though."

"Did you replace the disk?" I shook my head yes. "Okay, you're the best baby. And don't you worry one little bit. I promise we're going to get these guys." I continued crying and she held me tighter. 

"We'll stick together and I'll get you away from this agony," she comforted making me feel safe again. "I have to get back, John's alarm will be going off soon, and then you have to drive him to work."

As she got out of my bed I was shocked to see red marks covering her back and ass and then when she turned I saw that her front was the same with big purple hickies all over her tits. She noticed me staring, "I'm okay, nothing to worry about, the guys got a little carried away, but I enjoyed every minute of it," She confessed.

My heart began to race, "The guys?" 

She sat carefully beside me realizing that I may be hurt by what she had just told me. In a delicate tone she said, "At his friend's apartment last night he told everyone I was a stripper. But don't worry, other than some heavy groping, I didn't let anyone fuck me...other than John." A malicious grin crossed her face, "If it were any other time, I know you would have really enjoyed hearing about what I did." She glanced at the clock on the wall then back at me, "I've got about 5 more minutes, do you want me to tell you?"

Jealousy and angst filled my heart. I did and didn't want to hear about it, so I mustered up all my courage and shook my head yes.

"Okay, here's the quick version..." Alicia wrapped her hand around my cock and put her mouth next to my ear. She whispered softly, "It was six guys, seven including John, all about 45 years old, five of them were married. After we arrived John had me sit on his lap while everyone hung out shooting the shit. John got things going by feeling me up through my dress. I thought the guys eyes would pop out of their heads as he squeezed and pulled on my tits. When he took them out of my dress everyone stopped talking. Not soon after that my dress was around my waist and his fingers were deep inside my soaking wet pussy. I was so fucking wet and horny I could have probably take all of the on." 

My cock was fully erect in her hand, "He told me to take off the dress, so I stood up and wiggled out of it, keeping my heels on of course. Being naked and horny in a room full of guys was feeding my sex addiction, so, when John glanced to his cock he didn't have to ask twice. I knew what he wanted. I got on my knees between his legs, took out his big cock and started sucking him off with everyone watching. I soon felt hands all over me, and, oh god... it felt so good letting them squeeze my tits, slap my ass, and finger my juicy pussy while I had a big cock in my mouth. The whole situation was making me so hot I came at least three times, squirting like 'a bitch in heat', as the guys described it." 

The way her breath was caressing my ear had me to the verge of orgasm myself. "I was afraid that someone would start fucking me and because I was desperate to have a cock in me, I crawled into John's lap and straddled him facing the room." Alicia straddled me and guided my cock into her warm soft pussy. Even though it was stretched out and loose from John's big cock her pussy still felt like heaven, "I acted like a total slut making eye contact with each one of them while I bounced hard on John's cock. 

In my mind I imagined being one of those guys looking at Alicia's beautiful face flush with excitement, her blond hair wildly dancing around, her firm tits bouncing, and John's shiny slippery cock constantly disappearing until his big balls were crushed by the weight of her pussy. "My first orgasm was hard and long," she continued, "and as soon as I closed my eyes and started to cum, I heard John asked 'who else wants a lap dance?'. By the time I opened my eyes all the guys had taken off their pants and I was surrounded by big hard cocks." 

Between the incredible feeling of Alicia's stretched out pussy and the images in my head from her story, I was about to blow my own load, "I realized that John wanted me to fuck them all, and as hot as I was at that moment, you know I could have. But I didn't know these guys and so I laughed and announced that, yes, I'd give them lap dances, but no...no one else was going to get to fuck me." 

"Alicia!" John shouted from the door of my room startling both of us out of our skins. "I need you to bath me now,"

"Oh shit..." she shrieked and jolted up from the bed, "I'll finish the story later my love," she told me before running form the room following John.

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An hour later I was driving John to work. "That fucking wife of yours sure put on one hell of a show last night," were the first words he had said to me all morning. "Did you do anything interesting last night?" he asked leadingly. I figured he was wondering if Stan had come over to take him up on his offer. But I wasn't going to say anything about it. 

"No," I muttered, "nothing, I just slept."

John laughed, "Well...your wife is quite the fibber. I guess she doesn't want you to know just how much of a slut she really is." I bit my tongue and kept myself from punching him in the face for trying to get me to not trust her. "I heard her tell you that she didn't fuck anyone else. Perhaps she doesn't want to hurt your feelings...or something... but you know that I don't give a shit about that. Do you want me to tell you about the gang bang we had last night?"

"Fuck you!" I yelled, "I'll believe her over your lying ass any fucking day of the week!"

He just laughed contemptuously, "Whatever...live in your dream world. But she's the biggest slut I've ever encountered and you KNOW that. Just so you're aware, that particular group of guys last night are all my 'big dick friends'. Do you really believe that she wouldn't take advantage of a room full of huge hard cocks? Every one of them is very well hung, and you know as well as I do that she can't resist putting giant cock in her pussy." I could feel him studying my reaction, but I did my best to keep a poker face. "Well, trust me, she handled each one of those big cocks like a fucking super slut."

He stopped and said nothing more for the rest of the ride. My mind whirled with jealous questions and curiosity but I held fast and didn't give him the satisfaction of letting him know that I was questioning my wife's honestly. 

It seemed like it was the longest drive to work ever. "Let's meet here at the car 5pm sharp," he ordered before heading into the building.

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I was relieved that I didn't see or hear from John or Peter all day. But my mind was filled with constant worry imagining that Alicia had lied and betrayed me. I even imagining that she had fucked Stan yesterday too. The doubt in my mind was killing me and making it difficult for me to concentrate on my work. I kept thinking about how loose her pussy felt that morning. Could it have been stretched out because of Stan's cock, or, was it because she fucked all those guys with giant cocks the night before? And why would she have lied to me? Was Alicia secretly discussed by me? Was the entire counter blackmail plan just a ruse to humiliate me? 

After lunch I couldn't stand not knowing for certain. I had to hear directly from Alicia. I need her to assure me that she was telling the truth. I started to call and send text messages every 10 minutes but they went unanswered making me even fearful that she was being treacherous.

By the end of the day I was desperate to ask John for more details but when he got in the car he seemed really pissed off. So much so I was afraid of him, so I just kept silent. "Take me to my house," he growled.

As soon as I stopped in front of his house the open palm of his hand slammed into my head and pushed it hard against the driver side window. He held me there applying great pressure and making my head throb in with pain. John yelled in a fury of anger, "What do you take us for, asshole? Do you think you can fuck with us?" 

I started shaking with fear for my life, "What? Ah...no...ah, what are you talking about?" 

His other fist hit my ribcage hard sending sharp stinging pain through my entire chest, "Don't play stupid with me," he shouted punching me again for emphasis, "Where's the disk from yesterday?"

My stomach turned over and I thought I would puke, "I...I don't know wh..."

He punched me again so hard I thought I heard a rib crack and it severely knocked the wind out of me. I tried to talk but couldn't breathe enough to answer.

"Go get the disk, fucker, then bring it to the address that I'll text to you soon. If you don't do it, not only will we fuck you up, but I won't be able to control what Peter might do to Alicia." John released the pressure against my head just enough to slam it against the window a second time before getting out of the car. He leaned into the open passenger door and gave me a hard look, "If you don't deliver and Pete hurts Alicia, I'm going to hold you responsible."

As I drove home in desperation to get the disk my head and chest pulsed in pain with every breath I took.