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Valerie Gets Hammered

By: MarlinPerkins



I never thought that I would be living the life that I am, but I couldn't be happier. I have been married to my wife Valerie for the last 12 years, and up until about a year ago, we were probably a normal couple. It's the last year that really makes our life worth writing about, but I guess I should really start at the beginning.

Valerie and I met during my last year in college. I was attending a college here in Ohio, and Val was working as a waitress as one of the bars near campus. I had gone in-and-out of the bar for a few months before I even got the nerve to say anything to her more that to order a drink. It's not that I'm a bad looking guy, I'm just average. Val on the other hand was a real stunner. She is about 5'3", and 105 lbs. She had short brown hair and big brown eyes. But what you really noticed first was her breasts. Val was a 34C, and really enjoyed going braless and wearing tops that left little to the imagination.

After I finally tried talking to her, Val and I really hit it off. I was attracted to her because she was fun to be with, enjoyed going out and partying, and oozed sexuality. It was only our second date when we were fucking in the backseat of Cutlass. Val was insatiable. In a matter of months we were having sex everyday, and as I had graduated, we decided to get an apartment together. A few months later we were engaged and just over a year after my graduation we were married.

I got a good job a growing property management company, and we settled into out lives. We bought our first house by the time we were 25 and had our first son at 28. Now at 35, my career has grown beyond my expectations. We have two sons, ages seven and four. We have a great house, and still live in the college town where we met. However, as the years rolled by and the circumstances of life dictate different actions, Valerie and I began to have sex less and less often. The sad part was that I hadn't even picked up on it until Val came to me to discuss that she needed more.

Over the years, the company I work for grew rapidly, and I found myself making more money than I ever thought that I would. As I started when the company was small, I was soon one of the top managers. With that, I began to spend more and more time on the road. With the retirement of one of the founding partners, I became the President of the company. I had just returned from a two week road trip to the West Coast, and when I arrived home Val told me that she wanted to go out for dinner and already lined up a babysitter.

Val insisted on driving, and we soon departed. Stopping at a gas station, Val asked me to wait in the car while she removed a bag from the backseat and headed into the restroom. I wasn't sure what to expect, and was even more confused when Val came bouncing back to the car in a short skirt, tennis shoes and a very tight, low-cut top. And I do mean bouncing, as it was obvious from a distance that she wasn't wearing a bra. I can actually say that I had forgotten how sexy she could be. I felt rather conspicuous sitting in the passenger seat of my own car wearing slacks and a sports jacket with my wife driving dressed like a 20s something coed trying to get laid.

Of course I began questioning Val about what was going on, as we departed the station and all she said was I would soon understand. After about 20 minutes more, Val pulled up to the campus bar that she had worked at a decade ago. Asking me to play along, she took by the hand and led me inside. We found a booth in the back and ordered a couple of drinks. I sat on the edge of my seat as Val quickly drank down a few shots a tequila – this not was just dropping me straight back to when we were dating.

Valerie finally seemed drunk enough, so I said I'd had enough, and I expect her to tell me what this whole charade was about. Sitting before me, Val squirmed in her seat as she went from eager to nervous to tears. She said that she was unhappy with our sex life and needed more, but she was too ashamed to talk about it. Slowly picking up her sixth shot in less than an hour, she said "I guess there's no turning back now" and swallowed it whole. Pulling a folded up letter from her purse, she handed it to me saying she was sorry and then rushed off to the bathroom.

To say that I was confused would have been the understatement of my life, and although I was soon going to understand why we were where we were at, it was only going to get more unusual. Valerie's letter started by saying that she loved me and did not want to lose our marriage, going on to say that she would do anything to keep me and she had capitalized and underlined "ANYTHING" twice.

Then the sad part came. Val said that she had been fantasizing more and more about the crazy sex that she had when working at the bar. We had had what I thought were some wild times, but they were nothing compared to the things that she listed here in black and white. I wondered for a moment what some of the other patrons of the bar must have thought as they watched me sit with my mouth hanging open as I read a list of some of my wife's sexual conquest. To hit some of the highlights, her list started with her having anonymous sex in the parking lot and forced exhibitionism to playing bondage games that included being bound for multiple partners to share.

Now it was my turn to drink. The waitress must have been curious to the situation and arrived just in time, taking my order and returning with a few shots for me. I quickly downed two tequilas, and continued reading. Val's letter went on to say that she had been feeling more and more restless of the past year, and that she had tried to initiate sex with me more often, but it was obvious that I was content with our sex life and she was afraid of what I would say if she went further. A few months ago, she happen to be traveling through this neighborhood and saw a group of college guys leaving the bar arm-in-arm with their dates. As she watched them climbing into their car, the guys were playfully groping the girls as they giggled their approval. It was then that she realized that she still wished she was one of those girls.

She said that she started coming back to the bar and watching, which lead to flirting which inevitably led to her allowing herself to have some of the boys rub up against her and grope her as well. At first I wondered how this had gone on without me having any idea, but that thought quickly disappeared as I remembered my travel over the past year. Val's letter then said that it was her last visit that drove her to the decision that she had to confront her needs and discuss approach me as well.

Two weeks ago she had come to the bar and was flirting with one guy and she allowed it to go too far. She soon found herself kissing by his car behind the bar when she wanted to stop things from going further. As she tried, the guy she was with became more forceful, calling her a tease and a bitch, then grabbed her, pushing her against the car. Before she knew what was happening, she was being held down while he lifted her skirt and ripped her panties right off. He was fucking her from behind and spanking her ass hard while he held her bent over the trunk of his car. At first she said she was fighting him and trying to get away. As he pulled her head back by her hair and delivered one very hard swat on her right cheek, she decided to listen to him and held still while he continued his assault.

She said that he must have pounded away for five minutes before he told her that he was going to give her a choice of where she wanted his cum. He then pulled his cock from her pussy and pressed the head against her asshole. Pressing forward he said, "Beg me to cum in your mouth, or I am going to fuck your ass right here." As she began pleading with him, being forced to beg him to cum in her mouth, one of his friends approached and cheered him on. He must have believed her pleas, as he then spun her around and pressed her to her knees. With her back and head up against the car, he rammed his cock down here throat. It wasn't long before he was pumping his cum into her mouth.

I downed another shot and realizing it had been a while since Val left for the lady's room, I scanned the crowd looking for her return. I was surprised to see that she had taken a seat at the bar, about 30 feet from our table, and was staring at me with a combination of sadness and anticipation. As I held up the letter and said "What the fuck," under my breath, she mouthed back that I should finish the letter before she would return to the table.

There were two more pages to her letter, with the first one going into detail on the rest of her wild evening. She went on to say that after being forced to suck the guy's cock, he told his friend to join them and threw her into the backseat of his car. He drove a few blocks away while his friend held her down. Once they were happily parked in a more secluded area, they both climbed in the back stripping her of her clothes and spent the next hour fucking her. When they were done, they pushed her from the car, threw her clothes out the window and drove off, leaving her standing there naked with the taste of cum in her mouth and the feeling of cum running down her legs.

All that being said, as I sat there truly grasping the concept of "shock and awe," Val's letter took a turn that I guess was the entire point of her secretive and suggestive display of the evening. She wrote that as she quickly dressed and made her way back to the bar and her car, she realized that she hadn't felt that sexually satisfied in years. The feeling of acting out in the most slutty and whorish manner coupled with giving up control made her so horny that when she reached her car she had to masturbate to a quick orgasm, not that she hadn't climaxed already, she had.

She realized that she did not want to lose me and wanted to revert back to her promiscuous ways, but she was leaving it up to me. Here was my wife writing down that she would do anything that I asked and submit to anything that I suggested if I would allow her to have sex with other men. She needed to feel like a slut and wanted to be my personal sex slave if I allowed her to act on her desires. There were a few more sentences of her begging and pleading not to leave her, and she signed it, "I love you and always will."

Finishing her letter, I leaned back in the booth and took a long deep breath as I again looked across the bar to Val perched on a stool. As I gazed at the look in her eyes, it was as if I fell in love all over again. There sat the sexual dynamo that I had longed for so many years ago. The only difference was that she was mine already. Using an index finger, I waved her over as if I was calling a child across the playground. 

The next hour just flew by as we had a few more drinks and I assured Valerie that although I was very upset, I was also very turned on – more than I thought I would be under the circumstances. I assured her that I wasn't going to leave her, but that this evening was going to signal the end of our prior relationship. She wanted to be treated like a slut, and I was going to do just that. All the while as we discussed our past and future, Val just continued to promise me anything I wanted and all the while my cock got harder and harder.

I told Val that over the next month I would plan out a set of rules that she would have to live by if she wanted our new relationship to succeed. While we were at home and our boys were around, I would treat her as I always had, as my loving and faithful wife. However, at any moment while we were on our own, she would have to do anything I said. She would have to wear anything, go anywhere and fuck or suck me, or anyone that I decided to give here to. As I finished that last line, Val's hand slid under the booth's narrow table and grabbed the crotch of my pants and squeezed my already hard cock and asked me if I wanted her start right now.

I was just about ready to drag her out to the parking lot myself, when I decided to give Val what she was hoping for, and see just how this new scenario was going to make me feel in the long run. I looked around the bar and spotted two good looking guys sitting at another booth drinking beers and discussing what looked to be a couple economics text books. Since Val had so eloquently written out her needs, I thought that I would try that again. I sent her to their table and had her ask them if she could borrow a piece of paper and a pen.

After returning to the table I told Val that it was time to start writing again. I told her to write down that it was her 30th birthday, and that her husband wanted to make sure that she got her birthday spankings. If the two of them were interested, I wanted them to take her into the men's room and give her 30 swats... each. I could see her hand trembling as she finished and her breathing grew heavy.

I took the note from Val and then added to the bottom, "Be sure to leave a few marks boys, and when you're done she'll blow you, both." I closed it with, "I would like you to keep her clothes as a souvenir. Leave her in one of the stalls wearing nothing but her shoes." Val's eyes were as wide as saucers as I told her it's time to be the slut she always wanted. I hoped she was ready – hell, I hoped we were both ready. With trembling hands and wobbly legs she managed to whisper a "Yes Sir," and then headed of to the other booth.

I didn't think I would enjoy this moment, the moment that you realize that your wife is going to have sex with another man, or as in this case, two other men. I was sitting about 15 feet from the other booth, but I could visibly notice Val quivering in fear as she scooted into one side of the booth next to the taller of the two guys. Squirming for a moment as the two looked on wonder what was going on, Val then pointed my way and then handed the piece of paper to the boy sitting across from her. You would have though that he won the lottery.

The two boys passed the note back-and-forth a few times doing nothing but smile, high-five each other and look my way in wide-eyed wonderment. After a few head nods of encouragement, the boys packed up their books and papers and the smaller of the two headed over to my table. I could see the confusion in his eyes and sense the hesitation in his voice as he asked me if this was for real. I glanced Val's way to see the taller boy put his arm around her shoulder and watched her shiver beneath his touch.

Reaching out, I assured the boy that she and I both wanted this very much. I went so far as to say that I wanted them to do everything on the list, and I would gladly hold their book bags while they were gone. Although he was the smaller of the two, he was clearly the leader as he then returned to the table, grabbed Val by the hand and led her off to the bathrooms.

The bar was only about 2,500 square feet, but it had a hall near the back that lead to the bathrooms in the rear. As the three disappeared down the hall, the boys looked like they were running for a train, while Val followed with here head bowed. This was my first glimpse into the truly submissive side of Val, and as I leaned back with my drink in my hand, I came to two immediate conclusions. First, I had no apprehensions about what was going to happen. Two boys, that I couldn't name, were in the bathroom stripping, spanking and getting head from my wife, and I had no doubt that this was the first step down a journey that was right for both of us. Secondly, I couldn't ever remember my cock being this hard.

Finishing what must have been my sixth drink of a very short evening I ordered another and paid my tab. It couldn't have been 15 minutes more, when the two returned for the men's room holding a role of clothing and looking like they had just had quite a workout. Both walked my way, grabbed their bags, mumbled thanks and headed out the door. They were both acting as if any minute I was going to call the police. I waited until they left the bar and wandered my way back to the men's room.

I was glad that the bar wasn't too busy that night, and that there wasn't a line at the bathroom. As I pushed the door open, I could see Val peeking out the crack between the stall door and wall. Once she saw who it was, Val opened the door and pulled me inside. All I can say is wow! There she stood, cum smeared to the side of her face and turning for my viewing pleasure, she showed me her nice round ass covered in red handprints.

Valerie quickly pressed her hot ass against my crotch and asked me to fuck her right there. Figuring we had taken enough risks for our first night out, I pulled off my jacket and placed it over Val's shoulders. I told her to sneak out the back door, and I would rive the car around back and pick her up.

Driving home, Val couldn't keep her hands off me, or more to the point, she couldn't keep her hands off my crotch. Reaching her hands inside my pants, she kept purring in my ear, asking me if I liked my naughty wife. Finally I had to pull over to open up my pants. I told Val to remove the jacket and start sucking my cock, and she dove down on me like her life depended on it. I was soon filling her mouth with my cum, and I knew out lives would never be the same.

As we curled up in our marital bed that evening, all I could think of is what to have her do next.

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This is the first part of what I hope to make an ongoing series of adventures for Val and I. However, I would love suggestions. What should I have her do? How should a scenario begin? I will look forward to your feedback.

Valerie Gets Hammered Ch. 02



Please read Valerie Gets Hammered first, and thanks to Trixie (and others) for her edits and suggestions.

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After our adventure at the college bar, the sex with my wife was fantastic. Everything seemed to fall into place. It was as if I was horny all the time, and Valerie never said no. We were having sex like teenagers, but even more so, we were talking about sex even more. What we wanted and what our dreams and fantasies were, dominated our conversation whenever we were alone. If she was riding me, she would be asking me to squeeze her ass, and beg me to pull or pinch her nipples. The sex was great.

Yet as a month of fantastic sex came to a close, it became more apparent that there was something missing. There was something going unsaid. I couldn't put my finger on it, and it hadn't occurred to me until one of the guys from my company stopped by my office on a Tuesday afternoon.

Sticking his head into my office, Larry said that he wanted to talk to me, and said that it was personal. This conversation didn't end up in the same place it started. You see, at 27, Larry is one of the younger reps in the group. He often works deals riding "shotgun" as we say, to learn the business, assist in the paperwork and help offer client support when one of the lead managers is unavailable.

It didn't seem at all odd to me that an underling would want some assistance. After closing my door and sitting down however, Larry floored me with his opening comment, "I was wondering if everything is OK with you and Valerie Kevin? I saw you at bar last month, and have wanted to ask you if the two of you are doing well."

I'm sure it was only a few seconds before I started to respond, but it seemed like hours as I scanned my memory for images of him in the bar and exactly what he could have seen. Fumbling, "Everything's great," and "Couldn't be better," I built up enough courage to ask him exactly what he saw.

"Well, I was in the bar when the two of you came in, and it was hard not to notice you, or Valerie." Letting that sink in, he added that he was there up until the point that he was me walk out the back door. I started to squirm, wondering how I was going to handle this, when he added; "I also visited the bathroom when Valerie was in there with the two guys. I didn't see anything, but I heard quite a bit."

It was then that a lightbulb seemed to go off over my head. What Val and I hadn't been talking about but needed was the involvement of someone else. I wasn't quite sure how I was going to handle this, but I reassured Larry that everything between Val and I was great, but I would let him know if there was anything that he could do for me. With a big smile on his face, he thanked me and headed out of my office.

That night, after the kids were put to bed, I told Val that I needed to talk to her. The first thing I said was how happy I was, and that I had no regrets from our prior adventure. I then asked her if she was ready for another adventure. We sat up most of the night, discussing everything about the evening, and it was some of the most intense and best conversation of our lives. As I have looked back at that moment, I had never felt closer to Val. Nor had I ever felt more in love. I had though that we communicated well before, but we shared every intimate detail of our prior adventure. And, we decided was that we both wanted it to continue.

Val even went further, restating her desire to give up total control of our sex life to me. Part of her internal discovery was that she liked to be pushed. She needed to give herself to me and she was willing to do that out of both her love and her sexual desire. I had never been a physically dominating person, and never really desired to play bondage or spanking games; however, I found that I got excited knowing that I controlled the scenario that was playing out, or at least set it in motion. We both realized that we wanted another person involved. That's when I suggested Larry.

This was going to be a big jump for the two of us. It was one thing to play around with a couple of college kids that we would never see again, but it was another thing all together to involve someone else that we knew. Val had met Larry before, but had never really given him much thought. After we discussed it a little further, she said we should go for it if it was something that I wanted. All I could say was, "Yes, I guess it is." 

The next day on my way out the door, I left Valerie a task to perform, a type of homework. I told her that she was to do two things during the day. First, she was to spend the day using our computer to peruse escort web sites. She was to put together a menu of items that she would be willing to do. I told her that I specifically wanted her to check out sadomasochistic sites where women advertise as slaves. She was then to put together a list of everything that she found, specifically including actions that they may have said they would not do, as well as anything else that she could think of. I told her that the list should include at least 50 things. I had no idea how hard this would be, but 50 seemed like a big number.

Secondly, I told Valerie that I wanted her to go out to a couple of adult toy stores, and buy a supply of toys. I expected a variety of dildos and vibrators, as well as a wide selection of additional toys. As she sat at our kitchen table making notes, I added that I also wanted her to pick up a supply of bondage items. Val's head spun in my direction and her eyes were as wide as saucers as I said, "You know, collars and a leash, gags, paddles, bindings, handcuffs and (I paused for suspense) a riding crop style whip." As her mouth hung open and her eyes started to glaze a bit, I leaned in close and told her that I wanted her to come up with at least 10 things that she thought would shock me.

It was Wednesday morning, so I knew I had a couple of days to tease Val and get her fired up for a night out with Larry. As I leaded down and kissed her on the lips, I could feel her breathing race as she contemplated the day she had ahead of her. I slowly ran my hand down her back as she sat at our kitchen table. As I heard the first of our sons making his way toward the kitchen, I leaned in close and whispered in her ear that I expected that she will have her list together and have done her shopping and be home by 1:00 PM. She was then to call me and check in. If she was done before that time, she should call as soon as she got home.

I was glad that my drive to the office was short one, only about 20 minutes. It was an overcast day but I was whistling as I walked into the office. 

My mind wandered all morning the thoughts of Val sitting at our computer 

squirming as she made her list. That wonderful image was only topped as 

I tried to picture her filling a shopping bag with sex toys and bondage equipment.

I couldn't keep my mind on anything, but even more so, I couldn't even make eye contact with Larry. As the morning wore on, the tension seemed to build and I jumped out of my skin with every ring if my phone. Finally at 12:42

the phone range and it was Val.

Val was talking a mile a minute as she started to describe her trip to the adult toy store, but I had other plans. Cutting her off, I told her that I wanted her to bring everything that she had purchased, her list and a suitcase large enough to carry it all, and meet me at a bar called The Coach House, that's about halfway between our house and the office. Driving past the place everyday, I knew it pretty well. I told her to pull around back and wait for me, adding to make sure she brought her cell phone and be sure to turn it on.

On my way out of the office, I stopped by Larry's desk and asked him if he had anything going on Friday night. As first, he looked a little put off (I wondered if he we expecting me to ask him to work late), then I added that Valerie and I had something we would like him to take care off. A huge grin worked its way across his face, and all he said was, "I'll be there." I smiled back, and headed toward my car.

As I drove the roughly 10 miles to The Coach House, I had so many thoughts running through my mind, I had to remind myself that I had three afternoons to tease Val and work her into a frenzy for her Friday night date with Larry. Nearing 

the Coach House, I parked down the block a bit, by a park and walked back toward 

the bar with my cell phone in hand. I made my way behind a bank next to the bar 

where I found a good view, and that's where I spotted Val sitting at the wheel of her Range Rover.

It was now 1:30 in the afternoon, so I found an out of the way spot to watch the show. I rang Val and told her that I was running late, but I wanted her to do something for me before I got there. She hesitantly asked what I had in mind, and as she spoke I could see here looking about the parking lot to see if anyone was coming her way. I tried to calm my voice, so as not to give away that I was watching, and I told her to unlock all the doors of the car, take all the toys and supplies that she had purchased, and climb into the back seat, and I hung up.

As I looked on, Val gave one last glance around, then turned in her seat and tossed her bags behind her, and jumped out of the car. I was glad to see that she had dressed very conservatively, in blue jeans and a sweater, as my next request was going to cause her to struggle a bit. I waited only a minute before I rang her again. As she answered, I asked her if she has done as I requested; "Yes sir" was her reply.

I then told her that I wanted her to remove all of the dildos and vibrators from her packages and describe them to me. I listened as she said; "There's a dildo shaped like a penis, it's black and about 8 inches long. There's another that is pink, about 10 inches long and two headed. There's a small battery operated vibrator, about 6 inches long, and there's a dildo especially designed for anal insertion. It's called a butt plug." Poor girl, she had no idea that was exactly what I was waiting for.

Again, trying to keep my cool, I asked her to tell me more about the butt plug. "Well, it's kind of pointy on one end and increases in size for about 4 inches, then, it quickly gets small again." She then added, "After that, she said that it ends in a large flat square end. I told Val that I had a simple request, and I wanted her to follow it exactly. I said, "First I want you to take off all of your clothes, every stitch." Cutting me off, she said, "Kevin, I can't do that here. Someone will may walk by and see." My answer was to simply hang up.

This time I waited about 3 minutes, and rang her back. As she answered, I simply said strip. This time all she said was yes sir. As I heard her beginning to remove her clothes, I could make out her struggles to remove her jeans. I must have asked "Are you done?" at least 4 times before Val finally answered yes. I wanted to be sure so I added, "As you were so concerned about being caught, I want you to toss your panties onto the dashboard." I realized that this could give away that I was watching, but my cock got rock hard as I saw a pair of purple panties land on her car's dash. 

"OK, Kevin, they're on the dash, what do you want me to do next?" she asked. Telling her that I was only about five minutes away, I told her that since she argued, I wanted her to unwrap the black eight-inch dildo and the butt plug. I then said, "Stick the butt plug in your ass, and then I want you to lay back and start to masturbate, to fuck yourself with the other dildo." With that, I hung up.

I really couldn't see too well though the windshield and past the front seats, but the occasional view of Val trying to pan the parking lot as I imagined her working her new butt plug into her backside had me just about ready to burst. It was then that her head disappeared below the headrests. I glanced at my watch and decided it was no time like the present. I felt as conspicuous as Val must have as I walked across the parking lot toward our Range Rover, with a bulge in my pants that reminded me of being a teenage. 

I could feel my hand shake as I opened the back door and feasted my eyes on Valerie in all her glory -- she never looked so sexy. She was leaning back against the other door, one foot on the floor and the other on the seat. Her eyes were glazed and she seemed to look right though me, both hands furiously pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy. What a sight!

As I hopped into the car and pushed her foot off the seat, I watched as her eyes widened and she asked me, "Is this, what you wanted?" What else could I say, but to tell her, "This is only the beginning. Now keep those toys inside you, spin around here and suck my cock." As much as I would have loved to prolong the moment, it seemed as if I was coming within minutes of feeling Val's hot lips wrapped around my cock. With her head still buried in my lap, I reached for the dildo sticking out of her pussy and gave it a few pumps as she moaned around my still throbbing cock.

I lifted Val's head from my lap and had her lean back against the door again. I told her that this as the first of three days of this little game. I took the bag of toys and the told Val to remove the dildo from her pussy. I told her that she was not permitted to masturbate, and had her stretch her legs out across the seat. I took a pair of handcuffs from the bag unwrapping them, and fitted them around her ankles locking her feet together. I knew this would make it hard to drive and make her hop her way into and around the house until I got home. More so, I knew that this would prevent her from replacing her pants.

Val gave me a pleading look, asking me to how she was supposed to get home. I had been expecting this, and responded, "With a sore ass. For arguing, I think your get 20 quick swats on that sweet ass." Grabbing Val by the wrist, I pulled her over my lap and rummaged through the bag of toys finding a wooden paddle. With my left hand I pulled Val's head back telling her that I also wanted to see the butt plug still planted in her ass when I get home. Then, I gave her ass a hard spanking. I was surprised as how much I enjoyed turning her ass a sweet shade of red. As I stopped, I could hear her sobbing into the back seat leather. I couldn't help but slide my right hand softly over the round cheeks of her ass and think of it as a ripe cherry and a soft smile crept across my face as I thought of the days to come.

A couple of minutes crept by and I told Val that when I got home, I expected to find her as I said. I asked her to show me her list. I had also prepared myself for this moment. No matter what she did include, I was going to tell her how disappointed I was with the lack of content. I wanted the list to be at least twice as long, and I wanted her to include at least 10 things that she doesn't want to do -- just to keep her guessing. With that, I pulled up my pants and stepped out of the car. I slowly walked back to my car, trying not to look back. Once inside, I sat and watched as Val slithered her way back into the front seat, pulled on her shirt and drove toward home.

Returning to the office, I thought of nothing but Valerie. My mind wandered often that afternoon to images of Val hoping about the house waiting for my return. I pictured her moaning with lust as each jump would cause her ass to grip the butt plug buried deep in her backside. How big it must feel as the afternoon wore on. Minutes drifted to hours and I finally found myself driving home. As I stopped at the traffic light across from The Coach House, I realized that I had a raging erection, and I knew just what I wanted.

I phone Val from the car and told her that if she ever wanted the cuffs off of her ankles or the plug removed from her ass, she should follow my instructions exactly. I told her that as I trusted she pulled her car into the garage, she was to remove her car and park in front of the left side door. She was then to be naked and kneeling in the middle of the left side floor of the garage, facing the right side, when I got home. I hung up simply saying that she would have about 10 minutes to be ready.

Pulling into my driveway, I stopped and enjoyed the sight of Val's Range Rover parked exactly as directed in the driveway. Slowly, I backed my car out into the street so that I was in a position to see where Val would be kneeling. As I pressed the button for the opener, the garage door slowly raised to reveal Valerie in all her glory. I could see her flinch and start to shy away, but then she raised her head in a resolute splendor. 

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I'm looking to continue Val's adventures, and would like to hear from her fans. What should end up on her list of Escort Services? What other toys should she purchase? What would you like to be forced to do for Larry? Others? Any special locations?

I will look forward to your comments and thanks for reading my fiction.



Valerie Gets Hammered Ch. 03



Please read Valerie Gets Hammered #1 & #2 first, and thanks to dwtenn, dreamreaper, chefog and especially lukebusy for their support and suggestions -- sorry this took so long...

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Pulling into the garage to see my wife Valerie kneeling naked and still wearing the handcuffs locked tightly around her ankles, my first thought was that I couldn't believe how our lives had changes in just a few days. Closing the garage door, I stepped up to Val and dropped my pants. Glancing at my watch, I said, "We've only got 20 minutes before the boys get home, so if you want to get dressed, I suggest that that you bring me off quickly." I had been so hard during my drive home, that it took less than 5 minutes of her glorious sucking before I was exploding into her hot mouth for the second time that day. I quickly handed Val the key to the handcuffs, and helped her rush upstairs before our sons arrived home from school.

That evening, dressed in a casual cotton sundress, I noticed that Val seemed to be moving a bit slower than usual around our sons during dinner, and I specifically noticed how she seemed to gingerly sit down to the table. After dinner, she put our youngest son Tom to bed while I helped our oldest with his 5th grade math. I was watching out of the corner of my eye as Val slowly descended the stairs and made her way into the kitchen to do the dishes.

Sensing something was wrong, I sent Bill our oldest of to get ready for his bedtime, and made my way to he kitchen. Walking up behind Val as she stood slightly bent over the sink, I pressed myself against her body and felt he moan loudly in my arms. That wasn't all that I felt. It wasn't until then that I realized that Valerie still had the butt plug buried deep in her backside. Leaning her head back to me, Val whimpered, "Please let me take to out. I can't keep it in any more. It feels like it's tearing me apart." 

"Soon," I said, adding, "Finish the dishes and meet me in the bedroom. I'll make sure Bill gets to bed. Don't take it out until I get there!" I was enjoying this newfound Mastery, and wanted it to last a bit more.

It was nearly 9:00 PM when I said goodnight and tucked Bill into bad, telling him his mother wasn't feeling well, and headed off to our bedroom. There, I found Val leaning against her dresser almost panting. Telling here that we were almost done for the day, but that I had one more thing that I wanted to do, Val turned and said that she didn't think she could take any more, and couldn't it wait until morning. It was then that I pulled her letter out of my pocket, pointing out that she had promised to do anything that I wanted. With a little shudder and small tear forming in her eye, Val simply said, "Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. I am your slave, now and forever." 

I smiled and repeated back, "Now and forever!"

I told Val that I wanted her to go and bring all of her purchased toys up to the bedroom. As she left, I retrieved a large suitcase from the top shelf of our closet. As she retuned, I had her remover each item, and place them within the case, then I told her that I wanted to see her masturbate, but I wanted to take remove her clothes. Stripping her of her dress by lifting it over her head, I then took my time sliding her panties slowly down the curve of her hips, stopping just below the curve of her hot ass as the butt plug came into view. I let my hands lightly massage the cheeks of her ass as I could still see faint pink spots from that afternoon's spanking.

I turned my attention to her fantastic 34C breast, and caressed them over her bra feeling her nipples harden and her breathing become faster and more shallow. Playing with Val's nipples have always turned her on, and even as she was in obvious discomfort, she still began to get aroused on by the attention. Rather than removing her bra, I simply pulled it down to reveal her hard nipples and grabbing her fleshy tits, I lifted them out of the bra's cups which left them pointing out even farther than if she wore no bra at all.

"Play with you nipples for me," I whispered into her ear as I returned my hand to her hips. Her hands slowly rose to her breasts as she slowly rolled her fingers around each nipple and areola. I then returned my attention to her panties and slowly rolled them down her legs, sliding my hands around her thigh and tight calves along the way until they lay at her feet. "Step out of your panties and spread your legs," I whispered into her ear. Then I stepped over to the case and retrieved the vibrator from the afternoon's adventure in her Range Rover's back seat.

Telling Val that I wanted her to stand just where she was and masturbate for me, I handed her the vibrator. With all that had gone on that day, I guessed that it wouldn't take long for her to bring herself a quick release, and I settled back into the bed, leaning against the headboard. My eyes glazed and my heart raced, as I thought what I wouldn't give for a picture of her just like this. That is when my cock sprang to attention, and I knew exactly how I wanted Larry to enter our game.

As I was lost into a new fantasy scene, I was brought back to the present by Val's heavy moaning. That's when another idea altogether came over me. I jumped out of the bed and grabbed Val's hands pulling them and the vibrator away from her dripping pussy. Val immediately began pleading with me to allow her to finish. "Please let me cum. I need to cum," she said as she stood quivering in the middle of our bedroom. That is when I decided to give her a choice (this is a process that I later found excited both her and I as it was both controlling and retained the element of surprise as I wouldn't know which way she would choose).

"I'll give you a choice," I told her, adding, "You can finish and bring yourself off, but if you do cum you will have to keep the butt plug in your ass until tomorrow night." Val's eyes shot wide open at the prospect of another 24 hours with the hard plastic toy buried in her backdoor, as it had already been their for over 8 hours. Begging and pleading, I could see the sexual frustration spread across Val's face as I stuck to my guns and told her that the choice was hers to make. "Please Kevin, I need to cum, but I can't keep this butt plug in my ass for another day," Val pleaded. I told her that this was going to be just the beginning. I then added that if she was truly going to allow me to have full control over her sexually, than I should get to decide whether she gets to cum.

"You've got 1 minute to decide," I said, "But if you can't choose, than you won't get to cum, you keep the butt plug in your ass until tomorrow and you'll get 20 swats with the paddle." 

"Please Kevin, I do whatever you want, but I need to get this plug out of my ass," she said. 

All I did was say, "I guess that you've made up your mind," as I looked at my watch and dolt her that she had less than a minute left.

After shifting her weight back and forth in desperate agony a few times pleading with her eyes the whole time, Val added one last "Please?" All I did was look at my watch and start a countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7... Before I reached 3, Val said, "Alright!" and handed me the vibrator. "Please let me take the butt plug out, I just can't take it any more." 

"Ok Val," I said, "But just to be clear, you're not allowed to cum until I say so, and if you do you have to accept some significant punishment. I mean it!"

Lowering her head, Valerie turned and gingerly began walking toward our bathroom, closing the door behind her. I was glad that our bedroom had a private bath away from our sleeping sons as I heard a little grunting and a loud moan of relief as Val removed her new toy and relieved her stressed bowels, cleaned herself up, and returned to bed.

I wasn't sure if I wanted the evening to end, and I was surprised to find myself with quite a hard cock even after cumming twice already. As she paused to slip into one of her normal nightgowns I told Val that I had one last chore for her to complete. I then had her strip, and then crawl between my legs. I told her that I wanted her to bring me off using just her tits. She could use her hands to pres her tits together, or to guide them where se wanted them to go, but she was only allowed to touch my cock with her tits. You see, Val has always had very sensitive nipples, and I knew that this would turn her on and drive her even crazier.

Slowly, Val began rubbing her tits up and down my cock, and it responded just as I hoped. As I leaned back against a pile of pillows, I enjoyed the sight if my wife struggling to bring me to climax without her hands or mouth. As the sounds of her struggles filled my ears, my ego was charged with the realization of my newfound relationship with my wife of twelve years. With that thought, I exploded all over my stomach and Val's tits.

I continued to have Val rub her tits and hard nipples all over my stomach until they were covered with my cum. I then lifted her face to mine and kissed her lovingly. Then, pressing her head down, I rubbed her face gently into to last of the wetness on my stomach. Rolling her over on her side, I curled up behind her and thanked her for a great day. As we laid there with her curled up in my arms, I whispered in her ear, "If you're a really good slave, maybe I'll let you cum tomorrow."

We talked into the night about our new life together and how we couldn't believe how quickly things were changing. When asked what Val thought of our day, other than not cuming herself, Val said that it was very exciting, and she was wondering what I had in mind for Thursday. I told her how much I enjoyed our new focus on sex, and how I couldn't believe how much taking control of our sex life excited me. I went on to add that I was working in a scenario with Larry, and that we still had some things to work out. I noticed that as I spoke about involving Larry, I could feel Valerie's heart speed up, and hips slowly rock back and forth.

We also talked about what concerned us during that day. I apologized for the episode within the garage and the possibility of getting caught. We both realized that keeping our new life private from our friends and neighbors should be a priority. We also decided that our number one priority needed to be protecting our sons Bill and Tom -- they could never know. It was important that our boys always see their mother in a positive light.

That was one of our most intimate discussions, and it ended with the best night sleep I'd had in years. The Thursday morning alarm startled both of us, and it was only then that we realized that we'd slept naked in each other's arms, and furthermore, Val had spent the entire night covered in my semen.

I showered and readied myself for the day as Val relaxed in bed, which was our usual routine. As I Val took her turn in the shower, we both laughed about her matted hair. I was dressed and finishing my morning coffee as Val entered the kitchen with her hair in a towel and wearing her robe, asking "What's my mission today?" I explained that today was going to be a bit easier. After the boys were off to school, I wanted her to head out to the mall. I wanted her to pick out at least six new lingerie outfits. She could go to any store she wished, but she was to get six very different outfits. I told her to have some fun, and to call me once she has the last one.

I tried to concentrate on my work that morning, but I really had two missions of my own to complete. First, I told Frank that I needed to speak to him, and he looked like a sixteen year old getting the keys to the car for the first time as we walked to my office and closed the door. 

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I'm looking to continue Val's adventures, and would like to hear from her fans. What should end up on her list of Escort Services? What would you like to be forced to do for Larry? Others? Any special suggestions?