13 comments/ 201567 views/ 9 favorites Coerced and Loving It Ch. 01 By: techsan Twenty-three years! Twenty-three fucking years! No, twenty-three NON-fucking years, all down the drain. And I'm just waking up to the new light. My wife Diedre (DD for short) was the youngest daughter of a couple who gave birth to eight children and even though her mother obviously had her fun days, she taught all five of her daughters that sex was dirty, that it was only for procreation and not for fun. DD was indeed a virgin when we got married ... she made sure that all I got before then was an occasional squeeze of her tits. And what she knew about sex on our wedding night could have fit in a thimble and you're finger still would not have felt it when you put it on. I set about teaching her the hows and whys of various activities but mostly she refused to participate. She wanted nothing to do with oral sex, either giving or receiving. Vaginal sex was okay occasionally in the missionary (me on top) or doggy positions but anything else was forbidden. It was to be conducted only in our bedroom and with every light out ... otherwise someone might see something they shouldn't. Oh, but I loved and was in love with that girl. She was a beautiful redhead with a very nice body, including a pair of 38D hangers at the time we were married and they grew to 38DD after nursing three kids (and occasionally me, when I could talk her into it). By the sixth year of our marriage, I had vowed to stay with her, be as faithful as possible, and when the urges became too great to push down, discretely purchase a blow job and go back to my sweetheart. So now for 23 years, I've lived with fucking my little redhead once or twice a month, jacking off frequently and getting a pro to suck me off about six times. I remembered my excursions into the realm of anal activities with other girlfriends before we were married but I pretty much kept those desires buried in the past or confined to some wistful glances at an occasional passing booty. I realize that this meant that I was not altogether faithful to my wife but there was a lot of suffering in those 23 years for no more than six blow jobs by strangers. Then a couple of years ago (about three months before our twenty-first anniversary in March), some subtle changes began to occur. DD worked for the local outlet of a regional department store chain, one that was nevertheless large enough to be traded on the NYSE. As much as anybody who preferred to be doing something of their own choosing, DD was happy with her work. She occasionally complained about various things but she also looked forward to getting up every day and getting to the store and her office in particular. But that began to change in December for some reason. When I asked why she no longer seemed to be happy about her work, she told me I was crazy and didn't know what I was talking about. But there were other changes too. She had always worked a set schedule and I could count on her leaving the house within three minutes of 07:45 AM every day, because it took her eight or nine minutes to get to work and park and then two to three minutes to get to her office. She was never late but she was also never early, preferring to spend as much time as possible at home before she left. Then she would be home within three minutes of 05:15 PM every day, always leaving right at five, walking out and driving the same route to the house. Oh, her job required that she occasionally spend a little time working late to complete quarterly or annual reporting but that didn't happen every reporting period by any means. But in December that changed. She started working late two or three times a week every week. With no explanation, she had to make quarterly overnight trips to the home office. By March her attitude seemed to recover somewhat and she became her old friendly self but her schedule remained erratic. When I tried to probe into why all the changes occurred, she became furious with me, telling me it was none of my business, that she was just performing her job and after all we needed her income to maintain our standard of living. I could understand it if her job assignment had changed and she had new responsibilities but she wouldn't talk to me about it. Why not? What was the big deal? If they had changed, did it involve a raise? And she didn't want to share her good fortune with me? She had never done anything like this before but I guess there's always a first time. I let it go and tried to be understanding and helpful. However the change that bothered me the most was that she no longer seemed able to stand to have sex with me. We went from once or twice a month to once every six weeks to once or twice a quarter. I begged her to let me make love to her but instead of opening up, she closed me out as if she didn't even want me to see her body, let alone try to sample it. Her magnificent tits, which I had always adored, became off limits. Not only could I not suck on her twins, I couldn't even fondle them. I tried to finger-fuck her pussy but she clamped her legs together and sent me away almost in tears. She yelled and screamed that all I ever wanted to do was have sex and nothing else was important to me. Where the hell did that argument come from after more than 21 years of marriage by that point? I tried scheduling a quiet weekend at a picturesque B&B in the beautiful hilly woods of the state but, even though part of my plans were nonrefundable, there was no way she was going with me. Even when I asked in advance about scheduling dinner at a nice restaurant, she always made the excuse that she didn't know if work would let her get off in time; as it turned out, she cancelled out almost 70% of those dates I had set up. I spent hours and hours sulking and watching TV with absolutely no comprehension about what was on because I was trying to analyze our lives and determine what was pulling them apart. I talked to our daughter and both sons but all of them were puzzled by her attitude; when they asked her what was wrong, she snapped at them that it was her business and they had better just buzz off, thank you, or she'd throw them out of her life completely. That was the first time I could ever remember DD being anything other than a loving mother to her children. I talked to her about how our marriage was falling apart and asked if she would go see a marriage counselor with me. She said that there was nothing wrong with our marriage and no way was she going to let a stranger tell her what she was doing right or wrong. As for me, I could do whatever I wanted to do. To say that the love had gone out of our marriage would be a gross understatement. I decided to make one last attempt to resolve whatever was wrong. Our twenty-third anniversary was less than two weeks away. I would plan a nice dinner and something for afterward, nothing that couldn't be cancelled but available in case she could make it. I planned to meet her at work and try to sweep her off her feet to see if it would rekindle the spark. That afternoon I arrived at the store at 4:45 PM, hoping that she would get off on time. I parked between her car and the door she always used. I was going to surprise her before she got to her car and see if she would go with me. If not or if she didn't show, I would just go away quietly. Five o'clock came and went and no DD. At 05:05, other office employees were streaming out but no DD. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes passed and still she did not show. By 5:30 I was reaching for the key to start my car when another group came through the doors. And there she was! She was in the middle of a group of three men. Although I didn't know any of them well, I knew that all of them were in management. One was the regional manager David Grady who was the son of the chain's primary owner and founder, the other two were middle managers, one in purchasing named Shawn Bennett and the other in receiving named Tom Schneider. The RM had his arm around my wife's shoulders while the other two were close by her other side. They were all laughing and joking. Instead of heading to her car, they targeted an aisle in the other direction. Surreptitiously I started my engine and slowly followed them, staying far enough back to keep from being obvious. The four of them piled into a luxury car, with DD in the front passenger seat and the RM driving. He started the car but before he pulled out of the parking spot, DD's head disappeared and I was sure she had dropped her face into his lap! What th' hell was going on! They moseyed off at a leisurely pace and I kept my distance, shocked and completely at sea with this turn of events. But it was only to get worse. They drove less than two miles to a neat but old single-level motel. When the car turned in, I pulled over and stopped at the curb. They rolled halfway down the series of small units and pulled into a parking space. Suddenly DD's head popped up and she got out, straightening her dress. The three men were still laughing and joking. I heard the driver say "Let me get my camera" as he walked to the back of the car. He took out what looked like a video camera and tripod and stopped long enough to open the door with a key he extracted from his pocket and let the group inside. Try as I might, I couldn't think of one plausible reason for DD to be here in this place at this time with these men. No way, no how! Hundreds of thoughts and emotions flashed through my mind in seconds, not the least of which was to drive home as quickly as possible, pick up my hunting rifle and a box of shells and go back and clean house. But, no, that was not my style. I had to do better than that. I had to know if DD was doing this because she wanted to or if she was somehow being forced into it ... although she sure didn't look like she was being forced. Logically there was only one thing they could be doing in that little room but there is always a little seed of doubt. I had to make sure. Shedding my jacket and tie and making myself look as rumpled as possible, I got out of the car and began strolling up the driveway to the first unit on that side, then quietly and slowly walked with my head down until I passed the until the quartet was in. Sure enough there was the unmistakable sounds of sex and all three of the men must have been fucking my wife at the same time. I heard DD's voice saying "Come on, fuck me, fuck me hard NOW! OH, YESSSSSSSSS!!!" and then she must have been in the throes of an orgasm. This was totally unlike my DD, because in 23 years of married life, I could never, EVER coax her into saying anything during sex, let alone something that indicated how she felt or what she wanted. That was against mama's training! I completed my walk and went back to my car, immensely saddened by what was happening. I watched and waited but it was more than an hour later before the door opened and the four of them walked out. When the two younger managers checked to make sure no one was watching they grabbed DD's tits in public and lewdly began to manipulate them, the receiving manager going to far as to enclose one in his mouth and leave an obvious wet spot on her dress. DD just laughed at him and rubbed his crotch. The RM came out with his camera equipment and I knew that he had recorded the whole thing for their subsequent viewing pleasure. I wondered how many of these sessions had occurred and how many tapes had been made before today. When he turned the car in the parking lot, I ducked down to avoid detection and then followed as they went back to the store. After they dropped DD at the store entrance, the three men got in separate cars and dispersed. I headed for home, arriving twenty minutes ahead of DD, who had changed clothes before she came home. With my lack of observation, I now wondered how often she had done that in the past two years. Rather than confront her now with minimal information, I decided to let things ride while I sought to find out as much as I could about the situation. We exchanged our usual tepid greetings and I offered to call for some oriental delivery for dinner while she was getting comfortable; she said that would be all right with her. Right after making the call, I went upstairs and heard the shower running. It occurred to me that she had not made it a practice to shower after getting home from work ... until about two years ago. I spotted her work clothes in a pile on the bedroom floor and dug into them until I found her panties. Sure enough they was sopping wet with her pussy juices and cum stains, lots of cum stains. Even the skirt of her dress had cum stains all over it. There could be no mistaking what she had been doing this evening. I dropped her clothes back in the pile and went downstairs, deeply saddened. One advantage of running my own business was that I could set my own schedule. In this case I decided that it was more important that I get an understanding of what had caused my wife to do what she had, even though I knew my business would suffer without my guiding hand. I made arrangements with my staff to cover for me when I planned on working on the investigation. Over the course of the next few days, I finally resolved to personally find out more about the three men who were fucking my wife. I already knew that all three of them were married and that they lived within a 50-minute drive of the store, albeit in different directions. Picking on the RM, David Grady, first, I obtained his home address and began to stake out his house. His wife, who was a very attractive but sophisticated looking woman, did not work outside the home but she was involved in a myriad of outside activities, causing her to spend quite a bit of her daytime hours away from home. I got lucky when I spotted her leaving one day and she hid the key in a flower pot beside the doorway. Getting a copy of the key was a short task. After that I began a systematic search of the house. I found that he was a real fan of the video equipment that the department store carried and, in addition to a fairly sizeable collection of XXX pornos, he had made and collected several hundred tapes, apparently of his own making. I viewed a sampling and found that he was a frequent participant in the sex acts. The other two men were just the tip of the iceberg ... it looked like he had taped every manager from the store and some guys who weren't that high up the ladder, all being involved in group sex activities. I didn't know most of the female stars of the tape shows although I suspected that most, maybe all, were employees of the store. By far the majority of the tapes involved one woman and several men, although there were a few that included full-blown orgies with multiple members of each sex. On several of the tapes, I found the exploits of my wife DD to be the featured attraction. I was shocked. She did things with those men that I had given up all hope of getting her to do with me. She sucked cock after cock, letting them spray their cum all over her body, in her hair, on her face, and down her throat. Although I could never get her to talk about what she was feeling and always wondered if and when she was having an orgasm, she talked long and loud to the men, frequently telling them "I'm cumming, don't stop fucking me!" She took all kinds and sizes of cock in her anus and seemed to crave more. She let two men fuck her pussy at the same time on several occasions in just the few videos that I could review. She had become a total fuck slut with them, while denying me almost every pleasure. By mid-afternoon, I was concerned about getting caught so I copied one of the tapes that featured my wife, put everything back in place and left, locking the door behind me. I had found a calendar on which the wife posted her planned activities and over two weeks, I spent enough time in the house to take inventory of most of the videos. It became obvious that somehow he gained control of the women and then used them as rewards to men employees for something. Although the men that I watched screw DD frequently repeated their activity, there were many others who also got time in her orifices. I could see that many of the other women stars seemed to follow the same pattern. Maybe the three men were the key to the whole situation ...?!? When I moved on to concentrate on the other two managers, it was not quite so easy. Both of their wives worked but at less-than-full-time jobs and it was hard to get a grasp of their schedules and harder still to gain access to their homes when they were out. However I finally did both successfully. I found that neither of them had nearly as much video equipment, although they both had a secret stash of their own exploits. I learned that all three men had from one to three children, and that all their wives, especially the younger two, were very good looking and sexy women. Almost from the beginning, I knew I was searching for revenge. Perhaps DD had done this on her own but I didn't believe it. I had spent over twenty years with her and there is no way she was a latent cum queen all those years and it never showed until now. Something else had to have been at the root of it. Even if I got my revenge, which may or may not include revenge for DD too, nothing in the world could get us back to where we had been. We were either going to move forward or completely break apart but it wouldn't be the same. Coerced and Loving It Ch. 02 About seven months after my initial discovery, I figured it was time to confront DD. I had no idea where that would take us but it had to be done. Even at that, because of her now-spastic schedule, I was not certain how a confrontation would go. However I set it up, knowing that I might have to fold my tent and set it up again the next night until she came in at the right time. On Wednesday night, she didn't come home until after 10:00 PM and I had already folded up my plan. But on Thursday night, she came in at 7:20. When she walked in heading upstairs, I was in the den watching the TV. She must have caught a flash of something that caught her attention because she came back and took a second look, obviously realizing that she was seeing herself on the big TV screen. At the time, she had a cock in every orifice. I watched as she turned around and started up the stairs. I called "DD?" She stopped and backtracked until she could look at me. "What?" "Come here, please. We have something to talk about." "No! You'll just get mad and it wont do any good." She turned and headed up the stairs. I called "DD? If you don't come back now, you might as well pack and move out now because you're not staying. Talk or go. Its your choice." She stood on the stairs for a long ten minutes, thinking about her options. Finally she eased back down the stairs ever so slowly and came into the den. She stopped ten feet away from me and waited. I turned the sound down on the TV but left it playing. She would have had to be a damn good actress to fake the pleasure that the camera showed her having, and I knew she wasn't that good at acting. "Okay, DD. Let's just get a few things out in the open. Take off that dress." She looked surprised and started to protest. I held up my hand, palm out and said "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want you to see a little of what I know. Now take off the dress." She did what I asked, dropping it on the floor. She was wearing a black lacy bra and panties that she had never worn for my benefit. "Those are nice panties, sweetheart. I'm really surprised that you would wear those. Victoria's Secret, right?" She nodded and I continued "Take off the panties and toss them over here." "No! I wont" she said defiantly. I stuck out my chin "Yes, you will, if I have to come rip them off you. Now do it the easy way, please." She pushed the panties to the floor and in a vicious kick, sent then darting toward my head. I caught them and spread them in front of my face, immediately noting that the whole crotch was wet. Cum stains covered the narrow strap and the patch of cloth above her pubic region. On the back side, cum was coated and drying all around where her ass rested as she drove home. "How many men did you fuck tonight, dear?" "None of your damn business!" "Oh, that's okay, sugar. Let's see. There was David Grady, Shawn Bennett, and Tom Schneider, right? Were there any others tonight, hon?" Her mouth dropped open in astonishment but she finally shook her head almost imperceptibly. Finally she got her voice back and whispered "How did you know?" "Well, my goodness, dear. How long did you think you could fool the person who devoted his entire life loving you, the one who helped you make and raise three babies? You sure don't have much faith in my intelligence, do you? Maybe that's justified. After all, I took the short end of the stick from a cum slut for more than 23 years now." "It hasn't been like that. This hasn't been going on that long." "Oh? How long has it been happening?" "Well ... you remember the store's Christmas party two years ago? It started then." "Over two years ago! Wow! All right. You may sit down. Before we leave here tonight, you are going to tell me everything about what changed, why and who with. I know enough to be able to tell when you're lying. If you start lying, you are gone and I'll tell and show all of your sisters and your kids what you have done. If that's okay with you, then start lying." The look she gave me stated unequivocally that she wished she had a gun or some lethal weapon. But without one, she pulled a chair in front of me so she didn't have to watch the TV. "What do you want to know?" "Every detail. Don't leave out anything." "Okay ... as I always had, I got to the party about 7:45 and got with a bunch of the girls who had formed a little circle and we were talking about ... everything. There's always a lot of complaining about work and home life. And there's always some sex talk. Mostly I just listened. I got thirsty and went to the punch bowl. You know how I hate liquor so I checked it out. No smell, no taste. Just a great mix of fruit juices so I got a big glass. A few minutes later I had to look for a restroom. I don't have any memory of finding one ... nor anything else that happened in more than three hours." "When I began to be aware of my surroundings again, I was in a room with a king-sized bed and video cameras on every side. There was a huge TV screen in one corner and there was a video playing. It showed me having sex with three men ... the same three that you mentioned. I have absolutely no recollection of any of that happening but I could see that it did. How ... I don't know." "I came unglued and started screaming. Mr. Grady slapped me so hard he nearly knocked me out. He told me that he didn't care if I wanted to scream but he'd make sure that every one of my family members got a copy of the tape that was showing, so they could see just how much of a perverted slut I was. He said that I was going to shut up and have wild and wonderful sex with anybody he told me to, whenever he told me to, or my secrets would be exposed." "After the party, Mr. Grady, Mr. Bennett, and Mr. Schneider took me to a motel room at least twice a week for 'training' and I had to suck and fuck them all every time. They made me stay after work three or four times a week, and every time I told you I had to make a trip to the home office, I went with one or more of them and spent overnight fucking whoever was there." "When my initial training was over, they began to bring in other men, usually managers who were being rewarded for good monthly results, but sometimes for sales or receiving or office personnel who came up with ideas that impressed management. Several of the other women were trained for the same thing and had to spend a lot of time screwing men to keep from being exposed to their husbands or other family members. At first I went along because I couldn't believe you would stay with me if you saw me doing all those things that I would never do with you." "Then I found myself getting to like it and I got to where I needed to be fucked often. I loved the taste of cum and couldn't do without it. I never knew how good it could feel to get fucked in the ass. Are you surprised to hear me use words like those? I know. I could never do it with you. But they made me feel good and the more I begged for it, the more I got. I learned that orgasms are good, that having pleasure with my body was something I couldn't do without. I even learned to love having two cocks in my pussy at the same time. That's why I couldn't have sex with you. My pussy has been so stretched you would know instantly that something unusual was going on." I noticed that tears were now rolling down her face undeterred. "How could I spend more than twenty years denying you what you wanted, then suddenly let you know that "Oh, by the way, I need you to fuck me like a slut." I couldn't do that. You would know that something happened that shouldn't have. Even though I had changed, I couldn't let you know." I got up and began to pace, thinking about what she said. Finally I stopped in front of her and dropped to my knees so that even with her head down, she'd have to look in my eyes. I said "Look, DD, even with everything that happened, the only reason it happened was that they drugged you. You had no control over that. Don't you think I could understand if you had just come and explained it to me?" Her voice was a bare whisper "No, I didn't think you'd understand. I didn't have any proof that they had done anything wrong." "Well, sweetheart, that's something I don't understand. In twenty-three years together, I thought we knew each other pretty well but you didn't think I could understand what really caused these changes was beyond your control? That tells me that you didn't have much faith in me as your husband all these years, did you?" "I guess not..." she said softly. "What do we do now?" "I'm not sure. I've got some thoughts about it but I need some time to make plans." "What ... what kind of plans?" "Oh, I intend to extract a little vengeance from a few guys. Beyond that, I don't know yet." "I promise I'll stop having sex with them." "Don't make that promise yet, sugar. I know you're now addicted to it and we're never going to get back to where we were. I don't even know if I want to get back there anyway. I'll tell you one thing we are going to do. Starting tomorrow morning after your shower, you are going to let me fuck you every morning. You will not clean my cum from your pussy. When you get to work, you are going to ask one of those three men to eat your pussy. You're going to rotate among all three of them. I want the satisfaction of knowing that they are eating my cum from your cunt. Any problem doing that?" She finally smiled and shook her head to indicate her agreement. "There will probably be other consequences," I said "but I have to think about it some more. I'll let you know." "Are you going to let me sleep in the same bed?" "Of course, DD. I've always wanted to do those things with you and we spent 23 years together. Now that you like them, why would I kick you out of bed just because you're screwing other men?" "Well, I ... ah, I would have kicked you out before ... before this happened, if it had been you." "Yeah, but that's where we're different. Go get a shower and clean out that mess. All of it." She smiled and bounded up the stairs. Twenty-five minutes later, she climbed under the sheets next to me, stark naked. I asked "Did you clean it all?" "I brushed my teeth, washed out my pussy, took an enema and greased my ass. You can do whatever you want." "Good," I said, pulling her to me. In the next 110 minutes, I had the best sex of my life. She climbed onto me in the 69 position and we used our mouths on the other's genitalia. There was no doubt that we both climaxed. Then DD spun around and helped me get hard again before she rode my newest erection in a long slow fuck. Later we lay side by side facing each other while I kneaded her buttocks and she kneaded my balls just the way I like it. When I got hard, she got on her face and knees with her legs pulled up high under her, leaving her ass protruding lewdly. I smeared my member with KY Jelly and pierced her with my aching prong and got the first piece of her ass ever. The only thing wrong with it was that she had not let me show her how great these things could have been twenty years earlier. By the end of the next week, I laid out my plan to DD. I was going to extract my revenge by taking the wives of the three men. I figured that I'd give DD another six months of their attentions and then she could either choose them or me. During that six months I planned to seduce the three wives and fuck each at least twice a week. I informed DD that I planned to bring them to my bed from time to time and, because I had to watch her fucking their husbands on video, she could watch me fuck the wives in person. Of course at any point in the process, she would have the option of packing up and leaving. On Tuesday afternoon when Jennifer Grady came home from a fundraising luncheon, she was startled to find me watching a video on the TV in her den. She started to scream but I shushed her and told her to check out the screen, which showed her husband and two other men screwing my wife. I asked if she had any idea how many women her husband was sleeping with; she started to say one but I flashed up all my fingers multiple times and her knees got weak. She sat as I swapped tape after tape and showed her hubby doing the dirty with a new woman each time. "Where did you get these?" she whispered. "From you're husband's video library" I replied. "Maybe you've ... uh, fucked other men and he thought he was entitled." She became indignant. "I've never had sex with another man. When we got married, I was a virgin and I've never had another." "Well, would you agree that he has not confined his activities to your bed?" "Obviously" she said with sarcasm. "He gave my wife drugs to make her do those things, then he video taped her and black-mailed her into doing whatever he wanted. Its been happening for over two years now. Do you think that's right?" "No!" "What would you do about it?" "I ... I don't know. Maybe kick him in the balls." The last words were said with a hiss between clenched teeth. "How about a little revenge?" "What do you mean?" "Well, he went to bed many times with my wife. I think you and I should show him that we can do the same thing." She looked at me with shock. "You mean, you and me having sex?" "Yes. I think that would serve him right. And not just once. We have to even up the score, right?" She was thinking about it when I moved in on her, wrapped my arms around her and planted a big wet kiss on her mouth. It took a while but she finally responded and then really got into it, pulling my belt and tearing my pants off. I had trouble unfastening her buttons and she yanked her blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere. She was soon naked and laying on the deep pile carpet. We spent over three hours exploring everything we could think of and by the time I dressed to leave, she agreed to meet me every Tuesday and Friday until further notice. Mrs. Ann Bennett was a miniature doll with long jet black hair. Beside me she seemed fragile and likely to break. She was shocked to find me in her family room and it took a good 30 minutes to convince her that I was not there to hurt her or to steal from them. Finally I got her to focus on the video playing on their TV and she started to cry. She volunteered that he had cheated on her several times before and promised that he wouldn't do it again. I asked if she had done anything in retaliation and she seemed stunned that she might do something like that, especially when I mentioned what I had in mind. But the more I talked the closer she moved to me, until she was sitting right beside me. When I put my arms around her, she broke down crying again so for a long time, I just held her close and tried to tell her that it would be all right. While I was wondering what to do or say next to get into her pants without setting her off, she swung around like gymnast and straddled me and for the next few minutes we hugged tighter than teddy bears. She initiated the next move too, pulling up her skirt and pushing her panties down, carefully working them off her legs. I fumbled with my pants but she stood and took charge, pulling them off while I lifted my hips. While she was up she also shed her skirt. With my raging hard-on standing straight up, she lowered her little body over it until she had completely engulfed my throbbing rod. She sighed loudly and clung to my chest while my fingers worked the buttons of her blouse open, popped the clasp of her bra and freed a delicious pair of 32C boobs. We spent most of the next two plus hours exploring the fantastic combinations of our connection. She had seemed somewhat inhibited earlier but not once we started. She contributed everything, as if she felt obligated to try to repay me what her husband had taken from my wife. She gave me great pleasure by climaxing fairly frequently and by the time I was completely sated, she seemed to have momentarily lost consciousness. She came around with me kissing her perky boobs and compressing her perfectly round ass. We lay like that for over an hour before I got up and got dressed. She walked me to the front door without putting on any clothes and when I bent to kiss her, she said that it seemed like we might need to repeat the days performance many times to extract true revenge on her cheating husband. I told her of my plans, she said that she would make sure her schedule fit with them and I left. Coerced and Loving It Ch. 03 Mrs. Gloria Schneider was a big buxom blonde, larger actually than my 6' 0" 190 pounds by probably an inch and 10 pounds. However her weight was better distributed than mine and her long blonde hair framed her beautiful face and full red lips to perfection. When she first saw me, she was determined to do me bodily harm while screaming loud enough to bring all the neighbors. It took every ounce of strength I had to subdue her and hold her in a sitting position on my lap with one hand over her mouth until I could talk some sense into her. Of course she had wiggled her butt on my cock long enough that I had a massive erection by then. I introduced myself and explained why I was there, convinced her to watch the video of her husband and the others fucking my wife, and explained how often they had done it with her in the last nearly three years. Slowly she had quieted down but by then she was noisy again, raging about how she was going to kill the son-of-a-bitch ... but only after she had cut off his balls. She changed the fighting to a bouncing around to emphasize her words and my erection strained to grow larger. At first she didn't like the revenge idea, at least not my way. She wanted to do him physical harm. I convinced her that it would do him more harm if she could impact him mentally, my way. When I worked my hands under her blouse and cupped her 38DD boobs, she began to settle down and listen to me. Finally she pulled her slacks and panties off in one fell swoop and waited impatiently for me to free myself of my garments. Then she sat down and engulfed my spear and told me to get on with my plan for humiliation of her husband. After we had completed installment one of the revenge payment plan, she liked the idea of taping the rest of our episodes so that when the reveal came, we could show him just how many times his loving wife had taken his cuckold victim to their bed for a very rewarding payment. Since they had been talking about starting a family, she was going to threaten to have unprotected sex with me or some other men once she was off the pill if he ever screwed my wife or any other woman without her knowledge in the future. Between that and giving his mother a copy of the tapes showing his unfaithfulness, she thought his humiliation would be about complete. Thus started a six month campaign to exact revenge on the three men. No, it would never make things even but there was a little more leveling of the playing field coming at the end of the six month fuck trial. By the time the six months was over, I had almost worn myself out. I spent many days in the beds of the men I now despised but we also spent nearly half of our sessions in my own bed, occasionally with DD watching or even playing a light role in the activities. It didn't bother me that she seemed a little nervous every time we started one of those sessions. DD had agreed that she would not tell the managers about their discovery. I would have preferred that she not allow them to fuck her again ever but she still liked it and they would have realized that something was wrong if she cut them off too early. I was pretty sure that, if we stayed together until the end of my plan, our lifestyle would be undergoing a drastic change from what it had been before and I was going to have to do some research on the availability of swingers in our area. Having found the videos where the guys recorded giving my wife the date rape drug at the original Christmas party, I possessed the evidence I needed for my last step. I wrote a letter to the chain's CEO and primary owner detailing explicitly what his son had done to my wife and countless other female employees of the local store, and probably others as well. I set a specific target which was the culmination of the six-month revenge period and demanded that (1) a payment of five million dollars per man be made to my wife and I for her humiliation and degradation at the hands of the store's managers and (2) that they be placed where they could never impact my wife's activities ever again. In the event that these two demands were not met within five days of the deadline, I would release copies of the tapes and an explanation to every significant media outlet in the chain's territories. If they met my demands, they would have to rely on my honesty that I pledged I would never reveal the events. If they did not, I was betting that the marketplace would reduce the chain to worthless. Mr. Grady Sr. contacted me and I eventually agreed to settle for three million for each man and the removal of the men. The money was deposited into our account two days before the deadline and quickly moved to another location, in case there was an attempt to reverse the transaction. Senior had agreed to let me be the first to break the news to his son and the other two bastards on March 19th ... the deadline I had set which happened to be our twenty-fourth wedding anniversary, I showed up at the store in a rented limo. This limo was nearly perfect, because it had two VCRs and four monitors in the huge back section. I had inserted videos of Mrs. Grady and me fucking in one VCR and Ann Bennett and me screwing in the other. DD was the perfect foil for my plan that day. She knew they would be taking her to the motel to fuck at her quitting time so she led them right to the door of the limo, which I opened right as they arrived. I stepped in front of them and boldly said "Mr. Grady, Mr. Bennett, Mr. Schneider, I see you know my wife. This is very convenient since I have something to show to each of you. Please step into my car." At first they all showed disdain but Grady was the first to note the monitors displaying something. He bent down to get a better look ... and was shocked to see his wife in the throes of a massive orgasm while I rode her saddle. He spotted the other monitors and probably recognized Ann Bennett. He turned and said "Come on." In seconds all five of us were in the back and the limo was moving. Shawn Bennett was shocked to see his naked doll-like wife under me and obviously enjoying herself. Tom Schneider sat sullenly in one corner so I smiled at him and said "Cheer up, Tom. I've got one just as good with Gloria on it. You get to watch next." Grady demanded, "What is this?" I replied, "Be patient. You'll find out. You can either do it my way ... or talk to the police. Keep that in mind." I saw them exchange knowing glances Actually the fifteen minute drive ended before the first two videos so Tom didn't get to see his lovely wife being fucked ... until later. The limo pulled into the parking area of a nice detached apartment that I had rented on a short term basis. I popped out the videos and told the group to follow me. Grady tried to pump DD about what I was going to do but she just shrugged and followed me. The best feature of the apartment was a big living room, furnished with three sofa-chair sets, each now facing a TV-VCR set up. I directed each of the men to one sofa but only started Tom's video at that point. He blanched like a bed sheet when he saw Gloria appear in all her glory and after she had sucked me off and I finally finished fucking her and pulled back to reveal her thatch of blonde cunt hair glistening with my cum while a gob of it oozed out of her sweet pussy, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. I stopped it and let him catch his breathe. Beside each TV was a box. I explained, "Men, in each of these boxes are exactly 156 videos. Each video contains nearly 120 minutes of your lovely wife and me having some wild and abandoned sex. I have to apologize though for not working up threesomes and gang bangs which I'm sure you would have enjoyed watching ... since you like to participate." While I was talking their wives had joined DD behind the men and were just waiting. "I'm really amazed that each of you has such a wonderful woman waiting at home but you felt like you had to steal someone else's wife and add her to your conquests. More than that, I'm amazed that you are such lowlifes that you have to do it with drugs. I assume that meant that you didn't believe you could talk her into it otherwise." When I waved my hand, the men turned and saw their wives looking at them. All three looked like they wanted to be somewhere else. Picking up another tape, I said "By the way, fellows, let me remind you what this tape is." I pushed it into the middle VCR and pushed play. In a few moments, DD appeared on the screen, in a dazed trance while Tom and Shawn held her. David brought over a glass of some liquid and poured a few drops of another liquid into it and swirled it around. Holding the glass to DD's lips, he said "Come on, honey, drink this. It will make you feel better and clear your head right up." They nearly drowned her but got most of the liquid to go down her throat. For the next few minutes the guys talked about a college football game. Then Grady looked at DD and gave her chin a tweak. She appeared to be wide-eyed but almost statue-like. They began to undress her and she smiled inanely at them Once she was naked, she was laid on a narrow bed and the men undressed. Whatever they had given her left her awake but unable to do anything on her own. When the men came to the bed, they were all sporting erections. Grady used his to stroke through DD's puffy pussy lips and then inserted it into her love box. Bennett turned her head to one side and inserted his into her mouth, where her tongue seemed to be swimming lazily around the head of his cock. Schneider molded one of her hands around his shaft and she held on, seemingly unable to remove it. He held her fingers clamped around his shaft and moved back and forth fucking her hand. Bennett had his eyes closed as his cock roved in and out of her mouth. Grady was totally engrossed in plying her red-haired pussy. In the next few minutes, after the men had all recovered from their first orgasms, they rearranged themselves with Grady on bottom, DD sitting on him with her virgin anus around his cock and then the other two managed to accomplish what I thought was impossible: they managed to get both their cocks into my wife's pussy. Fortunately they were not overly well endowed but it still had to stretch her tremendously. The tape was 180 minutes long and virtually every inch of it was filled with some sexual activity as the men used and abused my wife. Frequently it was only one man, usually fucking her pussy or ass while the other men recovered, but often enough they used her mouth, forcing her to take their entire lengths in until the bulbous head worked its way into her throat. Sometimes they would fuck her mouth but at other times they let her breathing generate a slight suction; at one time Tom kept his cock in her mouth for over 50 minutes. DD seemed to be regaining some control of her muscles near the end of the three hour tape. Just as I turned it off, she stepped to center stage and began speaking. "As you know, when the drug began to wear off, I didn't even know what had happened to me. I was aware only of the last few minutes but in that few minutes all three of you put your cocks inside of me. I could feel your cum oozing from every part of my body, even from my boobs where some of you had squirted it on me. I didn't know what happened but ... I knew it was not something I would have chosen to do of my own free will." "When I could talk a little, you played a video tape for me and asked if I recognized the woman being fucked. I knew who it was, and hated watching every second of it. The three of you pulled up chairs in front of me and began to talk. You said that you had a tape of me having wild sex with the three of you and if I didn't do whatever you wanted, you would send copies to all my family members explaining what a slut I had become." "Then you explained that you were going to require that I have sex with you at least once a week, and with other men as you designated, and whenever any of the three of you went out of town on and overnight trip, I was to accompany you on 'company business' so you could fuck me all night. I didn't see that I had any choice. If I didn't do what you said, I would lose my husband and all of my family and friends. I thought about suicide but knew I could never do that, no matter how bad it got." "And then after about three months of frequent activity, things changed. I changed. I realized that I was getting to like being fucked by more than one man at a time, that I liked being penetrated in my anus, that I actually like to suck on cocks and taste a man's cum. I loved having orgasms. I had actually become what you told me I was ... a fuck slut. But I couldn't tell my husband what I wanted him to do with me because after 21 years he would know immediately that I had been cheating on him. He'd tried to get me to do those things and in a far more loving way that you three ever thought about ..." Tears began rolling down her cheeks. "And now I couldn't even let my husband know that I wanted to please him." DD couldn't talk any more and ran into the kitchen sobbing. I let her go. The other women consoled DD and in a few minutes joined me as I talked on. "I've known about your scheme for a little over six months now and I have had the immense pleasure of getting to know your own wives. Each and every one of them are such lovely ladies, I can only hope that nothing I have done has caused them irreparable harm. In my way I have come to love each of them." The three of them gave me hugs and kisses and glared defiantly at their husbands. "In the last six months," I continued, "I've thought about our revenge and many solutions we could have implemented. You have of course broken the law and even given us the evidence that could put you behind bars. I would have loved to do that but ... well, we got to know your wives and DD and I decided that your pain would not be as bad as your wife's so we opted to pass on that. I'll admit that I've even thought about castrating every one of you. It wouldn't be difficult. I believe my hunting rifle would be incentive enough to get those things our of your pants and this," I held up my Bowie knife, "is sharp enough to do the trick in one quick slice. Anybody want to be the first?" All three of them covered their crotches with both hands and cringed from me. I loved the cringing look on all three faces as their hands cupped their family jewels. I proceeded, "But I never did like to clean up gore so ... I thought about shooting you outright but ... nah, that seemed like an easy out for you so ... I talked to Mr. David Grady, Sr." With mention of the name, their heads popped up. "Tom, you are now working at store 131 down south. Its about a 65 minute drive so you wont have to relocate. Report to work on Monday to Mr. Reilly. Shawn, you now work at store 97 on the far west side. Its about a 50 minute drive so you wont have to relocate either. Report to work on Monday to Mr. Thompson. David, you now work at store 146 in the northeast side of the metroplex. Report for work on Monday and ask for Mr. Kasey. Your dad says that you don't need to go back to your office ... any personal belongings will be shipped to you. You will all be working as maintenance and operations personnel on the floor cleaning equipment." "Should you elect to not follow these instructions, Mr. Grady Sr. has copies of the evidence tape and has promised to deliver them in person to the police." That seemed to knock the air out of David. "And, yes, if anything should happen to DD or I, that same promise would be kept so don't think you can have me knocked off and get away with it." "Let me make sure you know that each of your wives knows where we live. That means that if you are mean to her, she is free to come to us for help. Of course that also means that she just might be coming to our bedroom for fun and games also, huh? My wife and I both had a good enough time with the ladies that they would be welcome to come back at any time. And we do have a lot of time to make up for, right, men?" It was time for DD to make a lifestyle decision. She asked if she could go home with me and start over. I welcomed her into my arms and we left, along with the few tapes that I had used as props ... no need to leave them with any ammunition they didn't need. Grady's entire collection of tapes had been packed into the trunk of my car and was awaiting transportation home, where I was going to store them a insurance against any sort of retaliation. I told DD that I wouldn't mind her having sex with other guys as long as it was her choice and not just theirs, and if she told me a little about it after the fact. And of course I would do the same thing for her when I fucked other women. I couldn't believe that she agreed so readily, the woman who had been so ... so prudish about sex for our first twenty plus years. Over the next few weeks, we identified seventeen female employees who had been involved in the same thing. We contacted them and offered them their tapes; eleven women took them, one asked us to destroy hers because she couldn't bear to look at them, and five of them laughed and said that they had participated willingly. Our sex lives had changed drastically, noticeable as soon as we got home because DD led me to the den, pulled down my pants and gave me a very thorough blow job, Then working to get me up again, she climbed on and gave me a long loving fuck, during which we changed positions several times trying all sorts of things we'd never before used. She topped it all off by rolling onto her knees, raising her ass in the air and wiggling it until I sank my cock balls deep into her bowels. I was pretty sure she had three orgasms during the total process and she talked to me throughout, telling me what felt good and what she wanted me to do to her. This was the sex partner I had always hoped I had married. Three days after the anniversary confrontation, we met with a swinging couple who lived just a few blocks from us. They were founding members of a swingers club, all of whose members were from our area except one couple who drove from another state just to participate with them. We went through an interview process in an effort to weed out undesirables and were allowed to join the club. The group was relatively young, having been active for just five months and with just seven couples (we made the eighth). We also were the oldest, which left us with some trepidation about being turned down. However the members were much less concerned about our age than our willingness to participate frequently, ability to get along with the variety of people, and the mindset to let everyone do what felt good without jealousy to one's significant other or any other member of the club. I guess we made a reasonable impression because after each of us talked with two men and two women, we were invited to join. We accepted the invitation immediately. The club met every other Friday night at different houses. Generally the host and hostess fixed the basement for our use although a couple of people used other parts of their houses. None of the guys considered themselves gay so sex between men was just not mentioned. All of the women, whether they considered themselves bi-sexual or straight, got involved from time to time in activities with other females. Mostly the action was MF, sometimes MFM or MMFM when one of the women was feeling especially randy. Between formal gatherings of the club, members were encouraged to satisfy their needs by gathering in smaller groups by their own arranging. From listening to some of the guys talk, I think a few couples were involved almost every night. DD and I didn't use the informal process all that often ... maybe once or twice in weeks where the club met and twice or three times in other weeks ... but our own sex lives had become active enough to keep us busy the rest of the time. DD and I were fucking almost daily, sometimes twice and on one lucky, particularly horny Saturday, we fucked six times from sunup until we dropped off to sleep early Sunday morning. Coerced and Loving It Ch. 03 I became a little more alert for changes in our lives than I had been before the big change but nothing of that magnitude seemed to be happening. DD was back to working her very predictable schedule and I had hired a very competent assistant to let me spend more time at home and less at work. With the nine million revenge money invested and paying off nicely, I told DD that she didn't have to work but she liked what she was doing and wanted to continue, although she decided to give up company functions where I was not invited. Early in the second month after our big change, DD told me one morning that she had arranged for Jennifer Grady to visit us that evening, while Ann and Gloria would be visiting on consecutive evenings later that week. As it turned out, those were the first of many visits the women made to our bedroom, during which we had some really great times. All three of the women expressed that, because they were cheating on their husbands, it felt especially naughty and wonderful, even though all three husbands actually knew that their wives were getting laid. Its funny, I guess, that a few years ago, if someone had told me that I would be a swinger by my "early retirement" age of 52, I would have pictured the two of us sitting on a front porch swing of a spring evening enjoying the sunset and cool evening breeze. The reality is of a bed, me on my knees, DD on her back, and another guy pumping his cock in and out of her pussy while I do the same thing to the guy's lady friend, with maybe the ladies fondling each other's tits. Amazing how the picture has changed, huh?