49 comments/ 25726 views/ 12 favorites Religion Can Justify Anything Ch. 02 By: MountainMike Dear Literotica readers. As it's been three months since I posted Part I, I suggest you read Part I before reading this. I apologize for taking so long to post this conclusion. Since I finished the first installment, I have gone through changing jobs, moving to a different state [still in the mountains] and consolidating all the things we accumulated through the years while moving into a smaller house. I now have profound respect for authors, like StarStang06, who crank out quality stories so regularly. I am grateful to all of you who took the time to post your responses to Part I, or who send me a message via email. I have made some significant changes to the story as a result of your suggestions and encouragement. *** Part II: I dressed myself and our little daughter, Hailey, and drove to the babysitter's on autopilot. I have no idea how long I sat in my car after I turned off the engine, before the sitter came out to ask me, "Mr. Riley, is everything alright?" No, it wasn't alright. I sighed, "I'm fine." She helped me get Hailey out of the car. I kissed her little face, held her close as she chattered to me, and wondered how our lives would change. "Mr. Riley...are you sure you're alright?" I realized that my eyes were filled with tears when one spilled down my cheek. "No, I'm not." I was still in a fog when I arrived at my office, nervously anticipating the executive presentation to Arthur I had scheduled for three o'clock. If Rhoda went ahead with her mission from god and fucked Arthur to get me the job, would there be any way I would actually accept it? I shook my head. Then what was the use of getting prepared for my presentation if I was going to resign anyway? Once I settled in my office, the Saturday morning quiet lulled me into daydreaming about how wonderful my life was. How happy I was with Rhoda, with our children. Would she really fuck it all away, convinced that I was okay with her becoming Arthur's slut? His plaything? That I would appreciate her doing it? Even if she thought she was doing it for me? To help me?" The opening of the outside door brought me back from my reverie. "Hello, Michael." "Ben." Ben hesitated, sensing the tension that had developed between us as a result of his wife's interference in my marriage. "Evelyn asked me to come check on you. Make sure you're alright." "Well, Ben, after your wife gave mine permission—using the Bible as an excuse, even justification for fucking around on me, to cheat on me—actually, I'm not doing very well." Ben sat down, looked at the floor for a few moments before raising his eyes to meet mine. "I know it's kind of hard to grasp at first, but when Evelyn became a...an...executive assistant"—he smiled at the euphemism—"it actually improved our marriage. Made it stronger, brought us closer." "Ben, I've no idea why you and Evelyn have chosen the lifestyle you have, but I have no interest in sharing my wife with anyone. In fact, if Rhoda follows Evelyn's example I don't see how I could stay married with her." "Oh Michael, you can't possibly mean that! It's only sex, for god's sake. She's doing this for you, you know, to help you get that job. Surely your marriage can withstand that! It will probably even make it stronger." In response to the angry look on my face, Ben decided to go with some empathy. He sat down and lowered his voice, looked away from me to say, "Heh, I know it's hard. When Evelyn first started fucking my bosses it almost killed me, but when I realized what my life would be like without her, I....." "Well Ben," I interrupted him, "I guess I'm going to find out how life's going to be without Rhoda." "Boy, it's a good thing Evelyn called me to come talk with you, Michael. You need to think this all through before you over-react. Face it, Michael: Rhoda's out of your class. You'll never find another woman like her....and she knows it. She could have just about any man she wants, and leave your sorry ass while she fucks her flavor of the week. Michael, if you divorce her, she'll just keep everything you have, kick you to the curb and replace you with a younger model. And to make matters worse, your little Hailey is just barely three. You're going to be paying child support for the next fifteen years....AND making all the house payments so Hailey will have a stable life....AND paying alimony to Rhoda so that she can fuck anyone she wants. You'll find yourself sleeping alone in some condo while she enjoys her lovers in YOUR bed, and YOU will pay for it all." Ben paused for a moment watching me as that realization sank in. "Yeah," Ben finally said, "I know. Sucks doesn't it?" I didn't reply, lost in thought about how unfair it was. "So my advice to you is accept Rhoda's choice to fulfill her religious duty and save your family by fucking other men." His tone was laced with sarcasm. "So Ben," I asked, "I gather that you don't buy the religious duty shit that Evelyn keeps telling Rhoda?" Ben shrugged. "All I know is Evelyn certainly believes it, has convinced herself of it. Looks like she'll convince Rhoda as well. Maybe, like Evelyn, she'll pour herself into charitable works and raise money to spread the good word. Hell, we pay more tithes and offerings than anyone else in our congregation. Money we would never have had without her...sleeping...with my bosses." "Michael," Ben's voice suddenly sounded tired. "I'm not as sharp as you and a lot of other guys. I know I can do the job; I have the degree, the experience. But there's no way I would have risen to my level without Evelyn's help. I was only 27 the first time she decided to have sex with one of my bosses. It about killed me, just like it's killing you. I thought I'd go crazy, knowing she was hanging horns on me, but the next week I was promoted above several other guys—all of whom were more suited than me—and within two weeks I saw a $600 a month raise in my check. Her weekend of fucking got me a $7,000 raise that first year. That's when I weighed it all out." "Our kids were still young. I could have taken a stand and would probably have lost them and the house and then still have had to pay Evelyn child support and alimony, knowing she'd fuck even more men; or I could accept her cuckolding me and live with it. Finally, I chose to believe her when she told me she loved me, and only me. And she's always come home to me. Since I accepted it, money has never...." I stood up and looked at Ben effectively cutting him off. "I don't want to hear any more about how it was when Evelyn started fucking around, or how you dealt with it. I guess I'm just not made like you, Ben. Because I will NEVER accept Rhoda having sex with other men." I was breathing hard, and my head ached. "In any case, Ben, I no longer consider you or Evelyn to be my friends. No friend would encourage a wife to break her vows and betray her husband." Ben smiled condescendingly as he stood up. "But Michael, that's just the point that Evelyn's trying to help Rhoda understand, that I'm trying to help you understand—Rhoda having sex with other men isn't breaking her vows or betraying you, if you know she's doing it for you, especially if she's doing it to save your job. Having sex with other men is fine if both of you know about it and agree on it. It's certainly worked for us. I've never been happier......" I just shook my head, walked to my office door and held it open for him. He started to repeat the broken record "...it's only sex, it's not cheating... she's only doing this to help you." I just stared at him and held the door open until he walked out. I called Rhoda, praying she would answer and listen to me. I called her several times, but she didn't, or wouldn't, answer. I visualized how it would it all turn out, just like Ben described. I'd leave her, have practically nothing, and Arthur or some other asshole with a big cock would move into my house. Sleep in my bed. Fuck my wife. And I'd pay for it all. And I'd be alone. I'd be alone, watching all my dreams die, while Rhoda enjoyed all of our dreams, and lived happily ever after—with other men. While I paid for it. I know it sounds pathetic, but I actually turned off my lights, closed the blinds, knelt and said a prayer, begging god to.... What? Stop Rhoda? I was afraid it was already too late. Finally, I sat down and wept. *** I lowered the top on my little BMW convertible, letting the wind blow through my hair. I laughed and exulted, knowing I was going to meet Arthur and fuck his brains out. I finally admitted to myself I that I really wanted to fuck Arthur, for myself. Yes, I had originally been terrified to break my vows, but I had never been so excited in my life when I took Arthur's cock in my hand, then in my mouth....Now I was going to place my virtue and honor on the altar and...take it in my pussy! I shuddered at the realization that I would also....be taking it my ASS? I felt a tremor go through me. I felt so.... FREE...! My pussy was tingling, soaking my panties. My clitty was throbbing and my heartbeat quickened as I thought of how I was finally going to throw off my inhibitions, and allow myself to experience the wanton pleasure I had fantasized about for years. For years. I smiled as I admitted to myself that I had had these feelings and desires all my life: not only had I suppressed them, but had never allowed myself to even think about letting them out, acting on them. But that morning, when I saw how aroused Michael had become when he was toweling himself off from his shower when I told him about Evelyn fucking all of those men, I finally considered that Evelyn might be right—that Michael was what she called a "voyeur husband" like Ben, and that he might, if not enjoy watching me have sex with my lovers, at least accept his role, and allow me to have lovers, just as Ben accepted his role with Evelyn. The night before, when she and I were in the Ladies lounge at the company party, while she had help me restore my makeup and regain my composure as she prepared me to offer myself to Arthur, she told me about how she had become a "hotwife" 35 years ago, yet never lets it threaten her marriage. "I never forget that I am Ben's wife, no matter what I'm doing or with whom. I'm going to remain true to my vows to honor and support him, and if having sex with other men helps me remain true to him then that's what I'll continue to do. Not only has it not hurt my marriage, it's actually brought Ben and me closer. Ben has loved it when I have let him sit in a chair at the foot of our bed and watch me pleasure other men, and enjoy a sexual freedom you could never understand until you've experienced it. As soon as they've finished and left, Ben gets in bed with me and makes tender sweet love to me. When he licks my pussy and cleans me out, I feel a love for him and a bond with him that shakes me to my core! I'm sure Michael will enjoy watching you experience that type of pleasure, especially when he accepts that he could never give you the pleasure your lovers do." She helped me realized that men like Ben and my Michael, who are married to women more beautiful than they deserve, fantasize about watching their wives be pleasured by stronger men, more virile men. "Trust me, Rhoda, when Michael realizes that you have decided to assert your sexuality, not only will he not object, his only request will be that you let him watch occasionally. Even then, you have to only let him watch once in a while, or he will begin to think that he has a say in your sex life." I still had trouble believing my Michael would let me have sex with other men, and told her so. "Just see how he reacts tonight, after you tell him you've been with Arthur, that you've fucked him." I hadn't fucked Arthur yet, but I had sucked his cock and let him eat my pussy the night before. After we got home from the party and I had told Michael how naughty I had been, I realized that Evelyn was right! Michael did get turned on knowing that I, too, had become a hotwife. I hadn't seen him get that hard or excited for years. Six times! Six orgasms in my pussy and my mouth! He was so turned on, knowing I was becoming a slut! But a chill ran through me as the wind whipped through my hair. Yes, Michael had gotten hard, but each after he came—either down my throat or up my pussy—he insisted that he didn't want me to fuck Arthur. Would Michael really accept my new found sexuality? What if Evelyn was wrong? And could I really let Michael watch me with my lovers? Could I let him see me—what? Then I pondered: would I be degrading myself? Debasing myself? Or would I be exploring my boundaries? Expressing my freedom? Could I really be comfortable fucking Arthur in front of Michael? I shuddered, and my mouth went dry as I tried to picture how Michael would react. Then I decided not to think about Michael, but just think about what I wanted for a change. Evelyn spent more than an hour with me, taking me to Victoria's Secret for some sexy underwear. As she helped me get into the bustier and fasten the garters to my lacy stockings, I felt a twinge of guilt that I had never dressed up in lingerie for Michael. At Nordstrom's I found a sensational outfit, white with blue trim, with matching shoes, gloves and hat—kind of a throw back to the 1930's, except for the low cut top and high slit in the front. "Arthur's going to love that," Evelyn told me. "What, the outfit or the high slit?" Evelyn laughed, "I was thinking of the high slit, but he'll love the outfit." She helped me pack my overnight bag, including my new lingerie purchases, and my vibrator that I had used last night for the first time—then threw in two items of her own. When I saw the long string of beads I asked, "What are those?" She rolled her eyes and smiled at me. "They're anal beads." "Anal.....you mean...." I swallowed hard, my eyes going wide then asked, "You don't expect me to be able to take all of those inside me.....back there..... do you?" There were nine of them, beginning with a one inch bead, then one and a quarter inch, one and a half inch, ending in a three inch sphere. I had been struggling at the idea of getting Arthur's cock up my ass. But that three inch bead? Evelyn let out a deep throated laugh. "Don't worry. You'll love them. I took all of them up my ass last week at a frat party." I gasped and turned to look at her. "A frat party?" "Yes, one of my young lovers is still in college. He had been bragging to his friends about his GILF. Grandmother I'd Love to Fuck. He talked me into coming for a visit, and putting on a show for them. I'll have to bring you with me the next time I do a show. Oh, and don't worry, I put the beads in bleach and ran them through the dishwasher, so they're clean." "You have a young lover?" I was shocked. I had been under the impression that she only had sex with men who could further Ben's career. She actually blushed when she admitted, "I've entertained hundreds of men, Rhoda. Hundreds. Ben gives me complete freedom. You need to insist that Michael gives you complete freedom, too, but you have to insist that he not have other women. The cuckold lifestyle only works if he remains totally committed to you." I just stared at her. Hundreds of lovers? Cuckold lifestyle? I couldn't imagine Michael letting me have that much freedom. Finally I brought my attention to the other item—an enema bag. "Arthur will love giving you an enema. Trust me." She chuckled, "Besides, you'll want to be confident that there won't be any surprises." And not once, did I think of Michael. Arthur opened the door, smiled, kissed my cheek, gestured me to step into his room, but didn't invite me to sit. He remained standing, when he said, "Rhoda, don't get me wrong, I'd love to make love to you, but I just want to make it clear that there is already a very good chance that Michael will get the job without you....." he took a step toward me and ran his hands up my arms, took my chin in his hand, "without you giving yourself to me. Breaking your marriage vows is quite a step." I realized that his hair was damp, he smelled of hot shower and soap. He was wearing only a bathrobe; I thought of him naked underneath. A flare of excitement spiked in me. My heart rose up in my throat as I forced myself to say, "I don't think I'll be breaking my vows if I'm guarding our family's financial future. That's why I'm willing to sacrifice my virtue to save my husband's job." Arthur smiled at my response. "Well, like I told you last night, Michael's highly qualified for the Vice President position. If you come to me, I want you to leave satisfied and excited at the thought of being with me again. I don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you. Besides, even if you do make love to me, I can't guarantee that Michael will get the job." I shrugged my shoulders, swallowed and said, "Well, maybe I might be able to help you decide in his favor. Last night I already did things with you I never imagined I would, so I might as well commit everything I have." I forced myself to look him in the eye. "You know, completely surrender myself to you." I gave him my sweetest smile and said, "Surely that will help you decide in Michael's favor? After all, I'm giving you my 'Pearl of Great Price.' Something I promised only to my husband. That should mean something." I made my voice breathy, "That should mean a lot." Arthur chuckled and said, "Well, it surely won't hurt." "Good! Then I am yours to do with as you wish!" "You do realize that I will be asking you to do some pretty wild things? Things you've never imagined yourself doing?" I swallowed hard and nodded my head, my heart pounding in my chest, and my clitty throbbing in my panties. He chuckled, dropped the robe, standing completely naked in front of me. Arthur was beautiful! Ripped abs, chiseled chest, sculpted shoulders, arms and legs. Not one hair on his body. And his cock was a miracle. Circumcised, nine and three quarters inches long when erect, and as big around as my wrist. I almost came, just looking at him. He sat on the couch, smiled and commanded, "Come worship my cock." I dropped to my knees and crawled toward him. I noticed that he held a small video recorder and stopped. "I can't do this in front of a camera." "That's what everyone tells me, Rhoda. Either the camera stays on, or you leave." I knew we made quite a picture—him completely naked, me fully dressed with hat and gloves, kneeling between his leg. I smiled, thinking that I was a supplicant, praying to him. I struggled to work that big monster into my mouth. At one point he asked me if I'd given Michael a blowjob last night. I nodded my head as I worked more of him down my throat. He chuckled and said, "I bet it was a lot easier swallowing his cock than mine." I backed his cock out of my mouth. Then I made the mistake of telling Arthur his cock was probably twice as long as Michael's and twice the diameter. "How do you know? Did you measure his little dick?" "Yes. When I had my hysterectomy I had a lot of reconstructive work done on my vaginal walls, and my gynecologist wanted to make sure that when the reconstruction was finished that it would be big enough for my husband. So I measured him." I chuckled, "When I told him Michael's cock was five inches fully erect, he smiled and told me it wouldn't be a problem. What's even funnier is that at that time, as Michael's was the only cock I'd ever seen, I had no idea that he was smaller than average." "How about mine? Will my monster fit?" I smiled at the thought, yet felt a tingle of nerves in my stomach. "I hope so! I'm certainly going to try." "What about your virgin asshole? Did you give it to your husband last night, or did you save it for me?" Religion Can Justify Anything Ch. 02 I couldn't help blushing when I told him that I was still a virgin there. I didn't tell him that I had offered it to Michael, or that he couldn't get hard. Suddenly I realized that I was betraying Michael for painting him in such an inadequate light. He had always given me pleasure....Well, maybe not for the last year or so.... Anyway, I let Arthur think that I had intentionally saved my asshole for him. He was very happy about that. Arthur's cock grew larger as I continued to suck it, until I could barely keep the head of it in my mouth. My jaws were getting tired, but I continued to lick and suck at it, while stroking the shaft with my gloved hands, until Arthur gave a grunt and shot off. Some of his come went down my throat, but most of it landed on my face and the veil on my hat. When I started to wipe it off, he told me to let it dry that way, which turned me on even more. After that he sat back and asked me to stand up and strip in front of him, but to leave on my hat, gloves, garter belt, stockings and shoes. At the beginning, I had to force myself to keep my hands from instinctively trying to hide my breasts, but as I removed each article of clothing Arthur told me how beautiful I was, and how exceptional the most recently uncovered part of my body was. He was so specific in his compliments and generous in his praise that I found myself preening and posing for him, gaining confidence in being naked in front of him. Arthur was 16 years younger than me—just two years younger than my oldest son—and I was very proud and flattered that he found me attractive. By the time I had uncovered all my "sexy parts and pieces", as Arthur called them, I was happy to turn around and spread my legs, bend over for him and spread my ass cheeks as he brought his camera in close. He made me lie on floor and spread my legs wide and pull my hairy pussy lips apart, showing him the inside of my pussy, while he cooed and gushed about how beautiful I was. I felt a twinge of guilt as I realized that I had NEVER exposed myself to Michael like this, and had certainly NEVER let him take pictures of me. But by the time Arthur picked me up and carried me to the bed I would have done anything for him. Laying me down, he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and gently began to enter my pussy. I stopped him, "You have to wear a condom. I brought some." I brightened, "My friend—you know Evelyn—showed me how to put them on you with my mouth." I chuckled, "It's hot! You'll love.." He backed away, stood up, scowled and commanded, "I either ride bareback or not at all. Go home, if you don't like it." "Okay," I meekly surrendered. He laughed. I should have been thinking about betraying my husband and my vows, but all I could think about was the ache in my pussy, the throbbing of my nipples, the tingling in my clitty, as I watched him get back into position between my wide spread thighs and press that huge cock at my entrance. For just a second I panicked, afraid that his huge dick would tear me apart, but he whispered to me that he would be gentle. And he was. He pressed himself lightly against my opening and rubbed himself up and down along my slit. I could hear myself moaning. Then he began to push that wonderful cock inside me, and it seemed that each inch that went inside me brought me right to the verge of another orgasm. I forgot about my marriage, my children, my grandchildren, my vows. I forgot about everything except for the sensations coming from my pussy. "God, your surgeon did a great job. Your pussy's as tight as a virgin's." A swell of pride went through me, and I had more than a few orgasms while Arthur was just trying to fit himself into me. I was fascinated that all the scar tissue and ridges that had made it uncomfortable for me to make love with Michael, were now focal points of pleasure. I began screaming with pleasure, making him laugh, "I'm not even all the way inside you." When he finally filled me up completely, he began to move slowly, in and out. As I felt what would be the most powerful climax of my life to that point approaching I automatically tightened my stomach and bucked up to meet his powerful strokes. After screaming and sobbing my way through it, I fell back to catch my breath. Arthur then slid my legs off his shoulders to slide down to his elbows, spreading them even wider, as far as they could go while each of his hands took hold of one of my glove covered wrists and locked me in place. I couldn't move anything besides my fingers or toes. He had complete control over me now, and that was when the fucking really began.
 Since he had already come off when I was sucking him, he was able to last a long, long time. He held a power over me that I couldn't have imagined and I was powerless beneath him while he hammered me, wringing waves of pleasure out of me. I don't know how long it went on—all I know is that it was the most powerful and intense experience of my life. In trying to describe it to Evelyn later, I realized that I couldn't say whether I'd had 10, 15 or 20 short orgasms, or just one really long one. I just remember screaming through one climax after another, while never coming down from the heights of pleasure. They just kept getting stronger and stronger, closer and closer together, and I kept screaming louder and louder, until Arthur finally shot off, filling my pussy with his come.
 I knew that part of my pleasure came from the naughtiness I felt at breaking my vows. I had committed adultery. And I loved how it made me feel. I knew then that I was hooked. I would do ANYTHING he asked, just to feel that pleasure again. Yes, I had originally planned to be doing this for my husband, whom I loved dearly and wanted to help in any way I could, but husband or no husband, I knew I had to continue giving myself up to the kind of pleasure I had never even dreamed of. When Arthur finally pulled out of me and gently closed my legs, I instantly fell asleep, totally exhausted.
 I was awakened by the feeling of a cock pressing against my lips. I could hear Arthur talking on the phone across the room, so I knew it wasn't his. As my eyes came open and I squinted through the veil on my hat, I realized that it was Lester. He was bending over me, running his hands over my tits, encouraging me to wake up and suck his cock. I opened my mouth and took it in. Arthur interrupted his phone conversation long enough to say that he hoped that I didn't mind being shared with Lester. I mumbled around Lester's cock, trying to say, "It's fine," but my jumbled mumblings made both of them laugh. "Hard to talk when you're sucking a big cock, Rhoda? Arthur tells me you told him that your husband has a pathetic little dick." I cringed, not liking what they were saying about Michael, but the thought left my mind when Lester pulled me to the side of the bed so that my head hung over the edge. Holding my head in his hands, Lester slowly pushed his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth and into my throat. His cock was a good seven inches long, longer and larger than my husband's, but still not as big as Arthur's, and somehow I was able to get it all down my throat as he slid it slowly in and out. Lester kept telling me how good it felt, and how beautiful my body was, then ended with, "I can't remember ever seeing a hairier bush than yours."
 Then he asked me to play with myself, laughing as he added, "Hopefully you can find your clitty inside that jungle." Arthur had finished his phone conversation, and at his suggestion I was soon using both hands on my pussy. When I realized that he was taking video of me, I felt more wanton than I ever had in my whole life, and spread my legs wider. "That's right. Spread your hairy cunt, Rhoda! We'll have some good before and after pictures. Yes, Rhoda, we're going to shave your slutty cunt, take pictures of it bald and spread it wide." Using my glove covered fingers to stroke my pussy and my clit for them, while continuing to take Lester's cock into my throat, I brought myself to an orgasm that had me screaming around Lester's cock. Lester came down my throat, nearly choking me with his semen, as much of it came out of my mouth and ran down my neck and into my hair. After I had sucked his cock clean, he and Arthur turned me over onto all fours, so that Arthur could fuck me from behind. He spread my knees as far apart as they would go while holding my ass firmly in his hands. As he fucked me hard, he and Lester discussed me as if I were nothing but a pleasure object, which I guess I was. I know it sounds degrading, but I loved it. "The slut's not bad for a woman with seven kids," Lester said. "I love the way her big tits swing back and forth that way. They're fake, but for a woman her age, they're really nice."
 "Yeah, and she's got a good firm ass too. And her asshole has never been fucked. I can't wait to fix that."
 "You and me both, buddy," Lester said. I could feel Arthur's cock swelling to its fullest size inside my spasming pussy, and then we were both coming, our combined juices running down my legs and puddling on the bed. I felt like more of a slut than ever, and I couldn't believe how thrilled I was. Arthur raised me on to my wobbly legs and led me into the bathroom telling me they were going to shave my pussy. When I told him I had a razor and shaving cream in my bag, he also returned with my toys and the enema bag. I refused when he told me to kneel down on the cold bathroom tile so that he could give me an enema. "Okay, if you won't let me give you an enema, just pack up your shit and go home." Evelyn was right. Arthur loved giving me an enema. That's when I discovered that shame and humiliation are powerful aphrodisiacs. The first two times he gave me the privacy of letting me go to the toilet and close the door. After that, he told me, "It's time for us to play some water sports. Come to think of it, it's going to get a little messy, so why don't you take off your garter belt, stockings and shoes." "And the gloves and hat, too," Lester added. They made me degrade myself by holding the water in my bowels until I couldn't take any more, begging them to let me.... then scurrying over to the bathtub to squat down so I could release the water while Lester held the camera close. They both laughed as the water squirted on the tile around the tub. "Arthur, I can't believe how you can get women to do such degrading things to themselves. They'll do anything for you," Lester told Arthur. "This is why I like working with you. They'd never do anything like this for me. You're such an asshole." Arthur chuckled at his comment, "You should thank me for sharing." Then he told me, "Just one more enema, Rhoda." "You said that the last time," I protested. "There's nothing left." They both laughed. "Just one more time from the bag. After we shave you, we'll be pumping something special up there. A semen enema. You'll love it!" Finally when the enema ordeal was over, Arthur made me climb on the bathroom counter, and lathered and shaved my pussy and asshole. Lester recorded the whole process, including their running commentary, as they made me spread my legs, or pull my pussy lips tight, or to the right, or left, or spread my ass cheeks. I should have felt degraded or humiliated as they referred to me as "the slut" or "fuck toy." For some reason I loved it. Arthur told me to spread real wide so that Lester could get a view of "every crease and fold." I had forgotten about the camera and suddenly became wary. I was as vulnerable as possible: my elbows were tucked behind my knees pulling them up behind my arm pits, as my fingers probed my asshole and pussy, as I made my holes gape for Lester's closeups. "Is anyone going to see these pictures?" I nervously asked. Both of them burst out laughing. "Don't you worry, sweetheart. These will become part of my private collection called 'Arthur's Married Sluts.' I only share them with my closest, most trusted friends." "Oh, okay," I smiled, feeling a sense of relief. Arthur laughed. "But they're all assholes like me, so them share them with their closest and most trusted friends, who only share them with their most trusted friends." Both of them laughed again. By then I was really getting to the idea that several men would be watching me.... perform. My clitty tinged and my asshole spasmed at the thought. I shrugged and said, "I guess I don't care about anyone seeing them, as long as they don't know who I am. I would just die if my husband, or my sons or sons saw these. Please promise me you'll be careful with them." They both looked at each other, smiled, then Arthur said, "I think your husband needs to see these." "No," I begged, still holding my legs apart and spreading my holes. "Michael needs to know what a slut you are. It will make you even hotter, knowing that your husband is waiting at home for you, jacking off his little cock imagining what you're doing with a real man. I bet he'd love to watch me fuck you in your marriage bed. Maybe he'd like to take pictures of me doing things to you that you would never let him do, even if he could." "Now keep your legs spread while I show you how a real man eats pussy, especially shaved pussy." Oh, my dear god, could Arthur eat pussy. Lester held the video camera inches from the action as Arthur's talented tongue and lips quickly brought me to the edge of orgasm then kept backing off, then pushing me towards orgasm, then backing off until I thought I would go crazy. "Please finish me! Let me come!" "Promise me you'll let me sleep in your bed Sunday night, and fuck you in your marriage bed. If you want, I'll let your wimpy husband watch!" "No, I'll do anything but not that!" Then he started including my shaved asshole in his ministrations. He sucked, licked, laved, making me realize for the first time that the anus is truly a sexual orifice, an intense erogenous zone. After what seemed like hours of sheer torture of being just on the brink of orgasm I finally cried, "Okay, Okay! Yes, I'll let you do it." He raised his face, which was covered with my juices, smiled and asked, "Yes, what? Yes, you'll let me do what?" "Yes, I'll let you fuck me in my own bed, in my home, in front of my husband! Just let me come!" He did. I screamed and squirted all the way through it. My body felt boneless, as my ragged breathing and racing heartbeat slowed down. That's when he brought out the KY Jelly, and the Astroglide. And the anal beads. "Arthur, I don't think those are a good idea. Evelyn insisted that I bring them but I don't wan... "Rhoda! They're going up your ass. I specifically asked her to send these with you. Here, hold the vibrator against your clitty while we work these up inside you, and get your ass ready for my cock." I was puzzled. He asked Evelyn to send them? Did they know each other? How did he... "Arthur!" I suddenly panicked. "Arthur, I don't think I can take those inside me! At least not the really big ones. Please don't hurt me!" Arthur chuckled, told Lester to hold me down, and told me to relax because, "Rhoda, you'll take whatever I give you. If you want to quit, just tell me and then get your shit and leave." Evelyn was right. I was able to take all nine beads up my ass. And Arthur loved putting them there. "Here, hold your vibrator against your clitty," Lester commanded That last three inch bead was unbearable, excruciatingly painful, making my eyes water, my lungs struggle for air, my throat turn dry. And I loved every second of it. "Pain can be very erotic, my sweet, when it is accompanied with intense pleasure. I love what vibrators can do for you ladies." Arthur pulled the beads out in perfect timing with my final shrieking, squirting orgasm. I lay there, again boneless, on the towel covered granite counter, trying to regain my sanity. Arthur covered my sweat dampened skin with a large towel, then turned off the light and told me to relax for a few minutes to catch my breath. I realized I had taken a short nap when Arthur picked me up and carried me back out to the couch in the front room where I had earlier tried to swallow his cock when I had first arrived. Arthur announced that he had decided that the place where I had started to be a slut would be the perfect place to record me losing my anal cherry. I had never heard of "reverse anal cowgirl" until Arthur had me impale my asshole onto his cock while Lester held the camera close. Even with all the lubrication from my enemas and Arthur's oral ministrations—not to mention my intense arousal and the anal beads—it still took a few minutes and lots of groans and grunts to get my asshole stretched enough to take it all. Arthur laughed and covered my mouth until my screams of intense pain gradually turned to screams of exquisite pleasure. The highlight for all of us was when I experienced my first anal orgasm and start ejaculating with each thrust. Thrust, gasp, squirt—thrust, gasp, squirt—thrust, gasp, squirt. Lester burst out in laughter, "God, I've got to stop for a second and clean the camera. The slut's come has completely covered the lens." My leg muscles throbbed from the repetitive up and down thrusting that Arthur made me do. "We want your legs moving you up and down, babe, so we get a clear shot of the action." Lester and Arthur traded places several times, wanting to delay their orgasms. I came several times, squirting with each orgasm. Finally, Lester set the camera down—still recording the action of course—and they arranged me in my first double penetration. It was heaven. I grunted, groaned and gasped; screamed, squealed, squirmed and squirted until Lester finally groaned with his release and gave me my first anal creampie. Arthur quickly followed, filling my pussy with a full load. I screamed through the whole thing. Finally, we all collapsed on the couch together, hearts beating wildly, trying to gain control of our ragged breathing. After he pulled out and had me suck his cock clean, Lester said, "We're suppose to be downstairs for the slut's wimpy little dicked husband's presentation in fifteen minutes." He headed for the shower while Arthur leaned back and spread his ass cheeks and had me return the oral favor and give him a rim job and suck him to get him hard. I was still working on his cock when Lester got out of the shower. He laughed. "So you're going to make us all wait while the slut helps you come again. You're such a self-centered jerk." Arthur smiled, "Yes, but I'm a self-centered jerk with a big cock. And they won't mind waiting for me now after I've let them have their way with her after." I had been consumed with stroking Arthur's cock while my tongue licked and probed his asshole, when Arthur's words got through to me. I pulled my face away from Arthur's crotch and asked, "You'll let who have their way with me?" "Just keep your tongue on me, babe, I'm almost ready." Then he bent me over the couch, making me forget his comment about letting others have me as he buttfucked me with deep powerful thrusts and added another load of come to Lester's. "Don't move," he commanded me. He returned and shoved a buttplug inside me. I gasped at its cold, invasive intrusion. "I want you to have that inside you while I'm listening to your husband's boring report. *** After nearly three hours of mourning my lost marriage I pulled myself together. My head was throbbing when I arrived at the conference room at Arthurs's hotel, wondering if Rhoda was letting that asshole fuck her asshole somewhere upstairs. I was nonplused to find Ben waiting there for me, but didn't complain when he quickly stepped in and helped me set up my computer and projector. Clearly, Ben had forgotten that I was no longer his friend, as he quickly introduced me to three other corporation officers. Ron and Pete were both computer specialists in their mid-20s. Jamal, a very muscular black man in his late 20s, was a CPA. Just looking at him, I took it for granted that he was a former college football player. They all told me that they had heard good things about me, and congratulated Ben on his upcoming retirement. Religion Can Justify Anything Ch. 02 Lester arrived ten minutes late. "Arthur will be here in a few minutes," he announced. "He was just getting in the shower when I left." He walked over to me, smiled and lowered his voice to say, "And Rhoda was getting in with him." He walked over and joined the other men, quickly bringing them to laughter followed by sly looks my way. I seethed with anger. I've wondered a thousand times why I didn't tell him to fuck himself, tell everyone I was resigning and walk out. Fortunately, I remained, and endured the embarrassment, disrespect and heartache that would later enable me to reclaim my dignity and self respect, and ultimately rebuild my shattered life. Twenty minutes later, a half hour late, Arthur rushed in, his hair still damp. He offered me his hand and said, "I enjoyed my visit with your wife." He smiled, looking me straight in the eye as he lowered his voice, still holding out his hand for me to shake. I looked up at him, realizing how much larger he was than me—at least 6'4", probably 225 lbs of solid muscle; how much better looking he was than me—perfect white teeth, thick head of streaked blond curly hair, sky blue eyes; how much younger he was than me—probably 17 years. Physically he was clearly a more desirable mate for my beautiful wife. And he was enjoying his alpha-male status, making it very clear he had had his way with my wife. I wanted to kill him. "Yes, my time with your wife....I found it....very enjoyable. In fact, I invited her to join us here. She should be coming...." suddenly he smiled at the double entendre, "actually, she's already come....several times... well, she'll be coming along shortly.... And I'm sure she'll be coming again later...several times." His hand was still stretched out towards me. I didn't put down the cords I held in my hands, and just looked at his offered hand. He smirked, chuckled, shrugged and moved to the head of the conference table and began the meeting by inviting me to make my report. I hadn't bothered to add anything to my presentation, having lost any desire for the job. The only reason I had come was to look for some way to equalize.... to maybe get.....justice wasn't in my thoughts, more just a sense that I needed some type of.....something. Closure, perhaps, before I moved on to...what was my life going to be like?...after today... without Rhoda..? It was almost an hour later as I was finishing my power point presentation that Rhoda came into the room. She was wearing a new outfit, reminiscent of Ingrid Bergman in Casblanca, all white with navy trim. The skirt fell well past her knees, but it was slit up the front. The jacket covered her shoulders, but exposed a lot of cleavage, something that Ingrid—or Rhoda before the last two days—would never have done. She was also wearing a hat with a net veil that partially covered her heavily made-up face, four-inch high heels and matching gloves. She was stunning. Bitterly I reminded myself that she hadn't dressed up for me. Arthur quickly stood and stepped around the table to greet her, kissing her on the cheek. He then led her back to the head of the table and introduced her to the group by saying, "Would you believe this lovely woman is Michael's wife? She and I had lunch earlier today, and she expressed her undying support for her husband." I saw Rhoda blush, but she smiled at the men around the table. And I blushed with anger when they all smiled and looked at me. She seemed a little shaky on her feet, and I wondered if she was a bit drunk. When she sat next to me, I leaned toward her to ask if she had been drinking, wondering if Arthur had used alcohol to loosen her resistance. I know it was pathetic, but I was still grasping at straws to explain why Rhoda would cheat on me. She whispered back, "No, darling, my legs are just tired." She gave me her most beautiful smile and added significantly, "Very tired." My stomach lurched when I pictured Arthur and Lester spreading her legs into positions that would have made a gymnast proud. The only encouraging thought was my realization that I was not getting an erection thinking about Rhoda's cheating. If anything, my cock shrank. Most of the meeting was a blur. I finished my report and answered the questions that were directed to me, but my mind was in a fog. Arthur kept smiling at Rhoda, and Rhoda kept smiling in return, crossing and uncrossing her legs, occasionally wincing, then gasping and resettling herself on her chair. I wondered if her pussy was so sore from all the pounding it had most certainly taken, that she couldn't get comfortable. All of her shifting and moving in her chair exposed the tops of her nylons and finally a garter strap. This drew the obvious attention not only of Arthur, but of the other men as well. I was surprised at the garters, as she had always refused to wear garter belts for me, saying they were too carnal. It seemed amazing to me that such a long skirt could show so much leg, even with the slit, but Rhoda seemed to be putting more and more of her exposed upper thighs on view as the meeting went on. I began to wonder if she was wearing panties, or if Arthur had kept them, as he had the night before. Or if she had given them to him, as she used to give them to me. The final insult came when I looked closely at Rhoda's cleavage to see that she had a hickey on her left breast, which she had made no effort to conceal. There could be no doubt now that everyone in the room knew that my wife had become Arthur's . . . "executive assistant." Finally, Arthur stood up, and announced that I had been chosen as the new vice president, and invited all of us to go to his suite for a short celebration. Rhoda didn't even bother to say, "Congratulations," to me as she hurried to Arthur to give him a hug and say, "Thank you!" I was leaning over the table packing my files, computer and projector when I heard Rhoda call, "Michael, aren't you coming?" I straightened up to see that she had her hand on Arthur's arm as he held the door open for her, while the others passed around them. "Come on, Michael, you'll be late to your own party." I hadn't realized Ben was helping me gather up all the cords until I heard him almost groan, "God, she's a beautiful woman." I turned to look at Rhoda again, only to see her walk through the door with Arthur. He had wrapped his arm around her waist, before letting his palm slide down to cup her ass cheek just as the door closed. Our future was just beginning. But it wasn't me with whom she had chosen to enjoy it. It took me a few minutes to gather everything, put it away, then carry everything to my car. Even with Ben's help—accompanied by his senseless chatter about how lucky I was to have such a beautiful wife, and how just as Evelyn was much more of a wife than he deserved, that Rhoda was clearly out of my league and how grateful I should be that after this was over she would come back to me—it took more than 15 minutes to get to Arthur's suite. When I knocked, Lester opened the door, and bowed to me, feigning respect as he offered, "We've already begun the celebration." He indicated to Arthur and the other men in the room, who with drinks in their hands, and laughing at each other's comments, had obviously begun the party without me. Lester quickly poured a drink, put it my hand, and gestured to a winged back chair by the door. "Michael, please sit in the place of honor." He then motioned Ben to take a chair on the other side of the room. As I sat down, Arthur seated himself on one sofa, facing Pete, Jamal and Ron all seated on the opposite sofa. Once I was settled, Arthur began speaking to the younger guys, just as though I weren't there. "Wait till you see her naked. She's gorgeous isn't she, Lester?" Pete and Ron's eyes widened as they looked at me. Everyone was waiting for me to rise to the bait. Lester, standing just behind my shoulder chuckled. "Beautiful. Plastic, enhanced and fake, but beautiful she is. And a great fuck, too. And she loves to please." Everyone chuckled and Jamal shot me a quick look then asked Arthur. "Think she'll fuck us, too?" Arthur laughed, "That's why I invited you up. Haven't I always shared my sluts with you." They all laughed. We heard a toilet flush, then Rhoda walked in from the bedroom, and the laughter subsided. "Oh, Hi, Michael. I was wondering if you'd make it," Rhoda spoke softly when she noticed me, though she didn't meet my eyes. She had taken off her hat and was holding her gloves when Arthur called to her, motioning to the place next to him. She went and sat next to Arthur, ignoring me as he put a drink in her hand, and put his other arm around her. Jamal leaned towards her, "Rhoda, I can't believe you have seven children." Suddenly, Rhoda the mother, emerged. "Yes, I have seven, that is, Michael and I have seven. Our oldest, Michael Jr., will be 29 this year." Pete interrupted, "I can't believe you have children older than me." Then he gestured to Ron and Jamal. "Older than all of us." Rhoda forgot where she was or why, as she launched into a narrative of each of our children's accomplishments, then drifted into a litany of endearments about our grandchildren, and was just beginning to describe how cute our surprise baby, Hailey, was, when Arthur stroked her cheek and calmly said, "Rhoda, I think it's time we take off all of your clothes." The look on Rhoda's face was priceless. Talk about a disconnect. One moment she was the dedicated mother and grandmother, then suddenly she remembered why she was in this room. In all our years together, I had never seen her eyes grow so huge. She gasped and put her hand to her mouth; her voice trembled as she turned to Arthur, "You've been talking about me." Arthur burst out in laughter. "Of course, I have. I've been telling them what a great fuck you are and that you'll do anything for my big cock." For the first time Rhoda looked at me. "Not in front of my husband," she pled with Arthur. "Yes, in front of your husband. I want our new vice president to see what a slut his wife is." I started to protest then felt Lester's hard palm pressed to my shoulder. Tears came to Rhoda's eyes when Arthur asked me, "Michael, is it alright with you if your wife gets naked for us?" In a quiet voice filled with anger I said, "Of course, it's NOT alright with me. But I don't think my wife cares what I think or how I feel. I know she doesn't care about what I want. So, I'll leave it to my wife to decide for herself." The silence and tension in the room became palpable as everyone looked at Rhoda, as she struggled to bring herself to look me in the eye. Finally, tears started to fall from Rhoda's eyes, and she began weeping. For more than a minute the only sound was the clinking of ice as the men sipped their drinks while we listened to Rhoda cry, waiting for her to decide. Finally, she shrugged, took a drink, then squared her shoulders and looked at me with defiance. "Alright. If that's what you want." I suddenly realized that she had been expecting me to give my approval. To accept becoming her cuckold. "None of this is what I want Rhoda." Arthur laughed again and rose, lifting Rhoda to her feet as he stood. "So, Rhoda what do you want?" He stood behind her, put his arms around her waist, pulled her into him, and spooned her while still standing. He made a big production of smelling her hair, tracing his hands up and down her shoulders and arms. Then he ran his hands over her big tits and squeezed them as he leaned down to put his mouth by her ear. He was speaking to Rhoda, but his eyes focused on me as he asked, "Tell me, Rhoda, what do you want? Do you want to stay dressed and go home with your husband, or stay and get naked for me and my friends while your husband watches?" Her eyes were downcast and her breathing labored. She murmured as she repeated her plea, "Please Arthur, not in front of Michael." "It's up to you Rhoda," Arthur murmured. I strained to hear him. "You can go home to your safe family and marriage, and Michael will probably forgive you for being a slut for me last night and today. But if you ever want me to fuck you with my big cock again, you're going to get naked, right now, then fuck me, and fuck all my friends in front of your husband. If you won't fuck them, then go home now. But if you go, you'll never feel my cock inside you again." Rhoda looked at me, then turned her head in shame before she shrugged and nodded her head. Arthur chuckled as he ran his hands over her thighs, stroking her pussy, then grasping and squeezing her tits again. Her involuntary flinch made it obvious that he was pinching her nipples. "Say it out loud!" he commanded. "Tell me exactly what you want!" In a feeble voice she answered, "I want to...to get naked, and...for...for you to.....to fuck me." Arthur laughed, and gave a fist pump, celebrating his victory while the guys joined in excited laughter. My heart sank at this humiliation, and I started to get up to leave, only to feel Lester's large hands putting pressure on my shoulders. "Not yet!" he told me. As Arthur took Rhoda's jacket off her and tossed it toward the couch and began to undo the buttons on the back of her blouse he kept his eyes on mine. "I want you to stay for a while, Michael, as this is really for you. I want you to know what a slut your wife is." Rhoda's blush was deeper than I had ever seen. Her breathing grew ragged and she was choking, trying to hold in her sobs of shame as her dress fell to the floor exposing her to all of us in her halter top, slip, stockings and shoes. She grabbed Arthur's hands and turned to look at him, "Please let him go. I don't want him here." "Well, Rhoda, there's a legal reason why we need him here." "Lester, time for your phone." Jamal quickly got off the couch and walked over to my left to put his hand on my shoulder, effectively keeping me seated, allowing Lester to let go of my right shoulder and move toward the center of the room as he pulled out his cell phone. "You recording?" Arthur asked him. I looked back to Lester who had lifted his cell phone to use as a video camera. "Yeah. We're live." "Smile for the camera, Rhoda." "Please don't take pictures of me." "Why not? We took all kinds of pictures and videos of you this afternoon. We recorded you losing your anal cherry for all posterity to see." Everyone but me laughed as Rhoda hung her head and blushed even deeper. "Now, this is official. Do you acknowledge, Rhoda Riley, that you are about to engage in sexual acts of your own free will, with a clear understanding that there is no economic reward, payment or incentive for doing so?" Rhoda looked confused. "What?" All the men laughed. "Do you admit that you're going to fuck all of us simply because you want to? Knowing that neither you nor your husband will earn or gain anything of monetary value or professional advancement by fucking us?" Rhoda's blush turned even darker. She didn't respond. Suddenly she flinched, obviously in response to Arthur's pinching of her nipples again. "Yes," she whispered. Arthur smiled, and lowered his hands to Rhoda's waist as he pulled her back to hold her tight. Then all of the men turned to face me, including Lester with his phone/camera, and Arthur asked, "And Michael Riley, do you acknowledge that Rhoda's decision to give me and my friends complete sexual access to all of her body, including all of her orifices and both breasts for our unrestrained and unlimited enjoyment, will not give you any grounds for any type of civil or criminal action against any of us? And that you particularly acknowledge that no company or corporate policies regarding non-fraternization nor federal policies relative to sexual harassment will have been violated by Rhoda's willing and generous offer of her sexual favors granted without limit to all of us present?" Everyone looked at me as silence filled the room. "Then let it be witnessed by all present that Michael Riley's silence is an acknowledgement of the aforementioned conditions, as he has declined to state that he denies the veracity of any of my statements." What was the use of saying, "No?" Even with my limited knowledge of law, I knew that this so called disclaimer had limited legal value, but was mostly intended to weaken any resolve I might have had to stop Rhoda from doing what she clearly wanted to do. In response to my silence, all of the guys gave each other high fives or bones, celebrating my silence by hissing "Yes" to each other. Then a sudden clarity filled my brain. It was almost as though the whole procedure had been rehearsed. "They've done all of this before," I whispered to myself. Rhoda was not the first woman seduced, humiliated and denigrated by Arthur and his friends. And I was not the first husband to sit through this denigration and humiliation. Just thinking of how Lester held me restrained until Jamal walked over to put his hand on my other shoulder so that Lester could respond to Arthur's direction to get out his phone to record Rhoda's assent in their little legal drama, let me know they'd done this before. I refocused my thoughts on the present as Arthur returned his full attention to Rhoda. He turned her to face me, then untied her halter top, causing her breasts to fall free. "Thanks for the great tits, Michael. I'm sure they cost you a small fortune. I'll make sure you get your money's worth." Everyone laughed, except Rhoda and me. He pulled on her nipples, twisting and pinching them. "Yeah guys," he turned to Ron and Pete, "I know they're fake, but they are beautiful. Rhoda, your tit surgeon is an artist." All the men laughed. When he pushed her skirt off her hips, leaving her in only a half slip he said, "And now for the grand finale," as he pulled the slip down exposing her naked pussy. I gasped. "How do you like it Michael? I think Lester and I did a good job of shaving your wife's pussy. We made sure to get every little fold and crease, to make sure your wife's crotch was as hairless and smooth as a cue ball. We took pictures of every step to prove it. It's tragic, Michael, that she has never let you enjoy her bald pussy. Guess you're just not that important to her." Humiliation was obviously a very powerful aphrodisiac to Rhoda. Her pussy juices were coating the insides of her legs, dripping, almost pouring, out of her. I had never seen her so aroused. Her juices had dripped past her knees, drenching her nylons and garters—garters and nylons, something I had never seen her in before. "Turn around and bend over so that your loving husband can see the butt plug I put in you." Rhoda started to protest, then meekly turned her back to me, bent forward, reached back and spread her ass. Now I understood why she had been so uncomfortable sitting next to me. The circle loop protruding from her ass must have been two inches in diameter—not to mention what must be inside her ass. Arthur reached around her, grabbed both her ass cheeks and commanded, "Now push it all out." This was the coup d'grace, the ultimate humiliation. All the guys laughed at the farting, pooping, squirting sounds Rhoda's asshole made as she grunted, as she pushed. "I can't," she complained, "Just pull it out, please." Everyone laughed again, except Rhoda and me. "Push you lazy slut!" Arthur gave her ass cheeks a vicious slap. Rhoda screamed! I wanted to kill him. She begged him, "I'll do it, just give me a minute." Finally, after more degrading sphincter sounds, and lots of grunting and groaning, she managed to push out the butt plug to allow the remnants of their creampies to gush out and run down her legs. Everyone cheered. Except for the Rileys.