33 comments/ 95802 views/ 7 favorites How to Deal with a Cheating Wife By: TheDarkCloud Phillip Maybury gently eased the Bentley into second gear and cruised the final hundred yards or so up the drive towards Maybury Manor, that most grandiose of buildings. This was a rare pleasure for him to actually handle the car himself, normally it would be Albert, his driver at the wheel. But on the way to a meeting that morning Albert had had a minor heart attack, just managing to pull the car into the side of the motorway before collapsing and Maybury himself had had to call an ambulance and let Albert's wife know. Late for the meeting and in truth a little shaken, Phillip Maybury had instead decided to turn around and spend the day at home instead. Phillip Maybury was old money, his father a rich landowner who owned half the countryside in the surrounding English county. He was 41, worked when he felt like it and lived pretty much in the lap of luxury, his inheritance meaning he was unlikely to ever have any money worries in his life. He had taken a wife, Jennifer, three years ago, she was a real English beauty, fifteen years his junior, raven haired and full bounteous breasts. Of course, he was marrying beneath himself but he had been completely infatuated with the beauty and whisked her off her feet in a whirlwind romance that saw her showered with all the gifts a young woman could want. But did she love him? He never quite knew. He slid the car into its garage and got out, smoothing his expensive suit as he got out, sub consciously brushing at the flecks of grey hair at the sides of his full, dark head. It was strange this, being home at mid-morning through the week and he smiled as he breathed in the clean, country air, it was good (even though he ruefully reflected on the circumstance that had led to him being back home, he hoped Albert would recover) being home during the day, he should do it more often, perhaps make a regular thing of it. So lost in that idea was he that he was inside his stately home and climbing the stairs to his bedroom to get changed before he knew what he was doing. After all Jennifer should be out shopping, she had said she was headed to London. Strange, the door to the anti-chamber was locked. Sure it was sometimes closed but he had never known it to be locked before, at least his key fitted, it wasn't blocked by a key on the inside, his wife must have locked it before heading out. Some strange impulse or feeling made him open the door gently and almost tiptoe inside, as if he had some premonition of what he would discover. He put his key on the small table next to the interior door (next to Jennifer's key!) and slowly pushed the door open to be greeted with the most terrible sight he could imagine. Right slap bang in the centre of their king sized, Edwardian style bed were two naked figures. From this angle Phillip was behind and to the right of them and watched in horror as he realised the woman on her hands and knees on top of the bed was Jennifer, her long, dark locks unmistakable. Inching forward in a daze he soon saw that the man behind her, fucking so forcefully in the doggy position was Arkins the Gardener/Handyman who lived in Rose Cottage at the gatehouse to his manor. Neither of them had realised Phillip was there and they continued to fuck noisily, both obviously nearing the point of climax and wrapped up in what they were doing. As terrible a sight as this was for Phillip Maybury (and it was, he could literally feel his heart being ripped apart as he witnessed his young wife's adultery so brutally clear before him) he could not find the strength or courage to do anything. He just stood there aghast, not speaking, not moving, just observing Jennifer being fucked like the slut she apparently was. The rutting couple came at the same time, something Jennifer and Phillip had never accomplished (he had satisfied her, hadn't he?) and the rugged gardener collapsed onto Jennifer's back and they both lay there panting and resting for a minute or so. "Right Darling you'd better get back......." She stopped her words in a hurry as she noticed the third person in the room. Arkins too whirled round as he saw Jennifer's consternation. Both their hearts sunk as they saw the master of the house, Jennifer's husband standing there watching them. There followed an uncomfortable silence, none of the three moving or making any noise, the two illicit lovers frozen as if they were frightened to break this impasse, that if they didn't move maybe they would not have been discovered. Finally, something snapped inside Maybury and her snorted in indignation at them before storming from the room. Things would never be the same again. * Phillip called up his friend and confidant Rupert Love as he sped away and within an hour they were downing whiskey as Phillip relayed the whole sorry story. Rupert had been his friend for years and having seen his own wife leave him, Phillip knew he would advise him well. What he did not know was that Rupert himself had tried it on with Jennifer mere months before the marriage to Phillip and been bluntly rebuffed, he had necessarily kept quiet but had harboured a deep seated and complete dislike for his best friends wife since then. As Phillip spilled the whole story the wily Rupert saw the perfect opportunity to teach the little slut a particularly nasty lesson. He remembered how he felt when his own wife, Sarah, had left him, how it had twisted and angered him and between the two of them they had quite the discussion as to what to do next. * When Rupert returned home at tea time that night Jennifer was completely repentant, she was in floods of tears and begged, pleaded with Phillip to forgive her. That it had been a stupid error, that she had made a terrible mistake, that she would do anything to make it up to him, if only he could find it in her heart to forgive her. She cried and wailed and tried to get some sort of a read on how her husband was taking it but he just sat in his favourite leather armchair and listened impassively. She did sound convincing, thought Phillip, but then hadn't Rupert said she would? After all that strict pre-nuptial agreement his solicitor had insisted upon meant that if he filed for divorce with adultery involved (and she could hardly deny it could she, caught like that) she would walk away from the marriage with virtually nothing. She had not been especially rich before they had met and undoubtedly she was more than used to the good things in life living in the luxury of Maybury Manor. Phillip coughed and finished arranging his thoughts, Rupert was right, this had to be the way. "My dear, I would like to believe you. I would like to believe that you are sorry, that it was a one off stupid, stupid thing to do, that it meant nothing to you. I would like to forgive you, really, but I saw it for myself. How can I ever believe you ever again?You've betrayed my trust, you say it was just today, I find that hard to believe. Whatever, you've betrayed me and it would take a massive gesture from you to even begin to convince me that I should not be better off rid of you." Jennifer looked up at him (she was on her knees by his chair beseeching him by now) with those wide, doleful brown eyes imploring him. "Oh please, Phillip, anything, anything!" "Very well, but this is against my instincts, but I will grant you the chance to redeem yourself somewhat. I have spoken with Rupert and he and I have come up with four things that you must do, four trials if you will and if you agree to them and perform them to Rupert's satisfaction then I will grant you a second chance." The very mention of Rupert Love was anathema to Jennifer, he turned her stomach the smarmy bastard. Ever since she had turned back his advances the two of them had been enemies, somehow they had maintained the pretence for Phillip's sake but now, to be in his hands was a horrible prospect and she raised her head to try and talk Phillip round. She didn't open her mouth, his eyes were so hard, a mixture of pain and anger and she could instantly see she could no longer dissuade him with her charm, that time was gone for now. How stupid she had been to dally with the Gardner all these afternoons, how stupid to risk it all for pure physical pleasure, however much she cared for Edward Arkins, it was not worth this. She bowed her head in acquiescence. "Yes, Phillip. Thank you." What was she agreeing to? * Jennifer sat in the living room waiting on her husband and Rupert's arrival. It no longer felt like her room anymore. She felt like a stranger, an intruder, like she did not belong, it was not a feeling she enjoyed. The fire was on and with no lights turned on it created a series of dancing shadows along the ornately decorated walls, she sensed the weight of history and her husband's ancestry looking down in judgement upon her. For the shortest of times she had considered leaving Phillip, not facing up to her adultery. After all surely there was the evidence that she had married for all the wrong reasons: money, wealth, status, all those material things. But, she reflected, she was a material girl. She had been born in comparative poverty and these few years with Phillip had opened her eyes to the high life and in truth she could not imagine living without it, she would do anything to keep it. Perhaps, she ruefully considered she should have considered how much she enjoyed her lifestyle before allowing her baser instincts to take charge and having that torrid, physical affair with Arkins. She broke from her thoughts as the huge wooden door swung inwards and the two men came in. Her husband may have been in the lead but Jennifer could see from their faces that it was Rupert who was taking charge. She shivered and looked away from them, trying to psyche herself up for whatever lay ahead. Phillip sat by the fire and could hardly bring himself to look at his wife as Rupert stood before her, hands behind his back and smirking like the cat that got the cream. It was all he could do to keep his triumph and enjoyment from his voice (after all no need for Phillip to realise he was taking so much pleasure from his wife's misdemeanours, was there?) as he addressed Jennifer. "My dear Jennifer, I was so disappointed in you when Phillip informed me of your infidelity. Naturally he came to me for advice as one of his oldest, most trusted friends, plus I had suffered though something similar myself so I felt I could give him my insight. We both agree that to take you back and pretend nothing happened is a big ask of Phillip, the sight of you and the gardener fucking like wild beasts in the marital bed is likely to stay with Phillip to his grave. To even consider giving you a second chance you will need to demonstrate just how sorry you are, the overall depth of your remorse and your desire to restart actually honouring and obeying your husband. You know, as you agreed to in your wedding vows!" The words stung and Jennifer could do little but nod her head, hardly able to look Rupert or her husband in the eye. "Good, then I shall propose the first of your tasks, and if you agree to it and perform it without argument then perhaps we will consider that you are indeed showing some remorse." For a moment all three were silent and the only noise was the crackling of the firewood, then after that pregnant pause Rupert continued. "During the years after I left University I travelled to Japan and on one of many visits I made to a remote village I came across a ceremony taking place that I think is ideally suited to this situation. One of the women of the village had been found to be having an affair with a man from a neighbouring village and thus brought shame on not only her husband but the village itself. As punishment for her infidelity the woman was made to kneel at a post on the edge of town and for one whole day the males in the village were encouraged to visit the spot and masturbated over her, covering her in their cum. it was called 'bukkake'. I was even encouraged to participate myself. The principle was sound enough, that the unfaithful wife should be so embarrassed, so humiliated that she would never again contemplate being unfaithful. I think something similar would be in order here." He said it so matter of factly, so nonchalantly that the actual reality of what he was suggesting bypassed Jennifer for a moment. Then it dawned on her exactly what he was saying and her face dropped and she began to implore Phillip. But it took only seconds of looking at his stoic, impassive face to see he had decided and now it was up to her to decide. And what a decision to make! She looked up at Rupert and was horrified to see the malicious enjoyment he was taking from this, how could her husband seemingly give him carte blanche to sentence her like this? But as bad as what Rupert was suggesting (and there was no suggestion this would be the only punishment) could she afford not to agree to it? The answer, and all three people in that room, quiet except from the sparking of the fire, was no, she could not. She dropped her head a little and mumbled her reluctant agreement. Over the course of the next week Rupert took great pleasure in arranging things, he was intent on it becoming quite the social event. He made sure to invite similar minded fellows to himself from the club that he and Phillip were long time members of, old friends of theirs, men from the local community that they were acquainted with and from their local Mason's lodge. To some he explained what was going on and nearly to a man they readily agreed to what he was suggesting but some decided they wanted no part in it, still he had a good 50 men lined up by the time Friday came and even with that he was still intent on getting some locals up and men from the village, maximising the humiliation for the Lady of the house. As the Saturday came around Jennifer awoke with a heavy heart. She had long since resigned herself to this fate but still was not looking forward to the day, she had no idea of who was going to be involved or how many, she certainly hoped it wouldn't be too many or that she would know any of them, but then given Rupert's involvement that was unlikely. Rupert had given her strict instructions that she was to meet him in the old shed just next to the gardens at twelve midday, wearing nothing more than her dressing gown. It was a cool day as Jennifer padded across her back yard in her slippers just after twelve, she could not remember being this nervous and for the billionth time cursed having lost control of her desires and having the affair with Arkins. But that was done now, all she could do was pay the piper and hope her husband could somehow forgive her. As she entered the stone outhouse, a small, enclosed space, with tight granite walls and a crumbling roof she was greeted by Rupert, he was resplendent in a tweed suit and tie and looking as giddy as an excited school boy. But there was no joyfulness in his smile, just the sweet delight of revenge. In an instant he had badgered her into taking the dressing gown off and took a few moments to himself to fully enjoy gazing on Jennifer's splendidly curvy body. "What a shame, my dear. If only you had listened to me all those years ago I'm sure I could have talked Phillip into giving you another chance. Still I think I'm going to enjoy today and the other plans I've got for you! Now, this task is particularly simple Jennifer, even for a dumb bimbo such as yourself. Aw, don't look so hurt, you are a dumb bimbo, how else would you have fucked up such a cushy number as you had with Phillip? Anyway, all you have to do is kneel down here, on this rug and just stay there until I tell you you can get up. I'm sure that would impress Phillip somewhat as to the true level of regret you have." Jennifer tried to ignore his mocking gaze as she lowered herself onto her knees on the old tartan rug and listened as he explained further. "What's going to happen is, one at a time, guys are going to come into this little enclosure and ejaculate over your face, when they enter they'll state their name before they get to jerking, just so you know exactly who has seen you like this. There will be one or two women as well, they won't be adding to the mess but have admitted to wanting to see it, they'll state their name when they enter too. When the name is spoken you must open your eyes and look up at them, as best you can, making eye contact is a condition of this trial and if you don't we might decide you didn't try too hard after all. You are not required to say anything just kneel there, you are not allowed at all to use your hands to wipe, clean or in any way disturb your face. We have a security camera fitted in this corner trained on you and either Phillip or myself will be constantly monitoring it, you make any kind of move to your face and you will be deemed to have failed the trial and Phillip will know you are not totally serious in your efforts to make amends. Understand all of that?" Jennifer had long since figured that arguing with Rupert or trying to change his mind was a waste of time so she just nodded and softly murmured a yes. "Good. In that case -- Rupert Love!" For a moment Jennifer wondered why he was announcing his name like that, then, as he reached for the zipper to his trousers, it dawned on her -- Rupert was going first! She felt like she was frozen to the spot, like her mind was no longer inside her head but rather was up by the ceiling looking down on her, looking down on Rupert and a long, thick cock held in his right hand as he pumped it. "Keep your eyes looking up at me Jennifer" he reminded her. That stone shelter was some kind of chilly and Jennifer felt her nipples stiffen and the draft flirt in and around her ass as she watched Rupert jerk off. In another setting she might have enjoyed watching a cock like this, seeing how it was getting wetter and stiffer with each pull of his hand. But knowing the end result killed any curiosity value dead. That time as she waited there for him to pop seemed to last for an eternity. Her dark, doleful eyes were at once mesmerised and disgusted at the sight of his slippery foreskin sliding back to reveal his engorged, purple helmet, it's thin slit seeming to hold her in it's gaze constantly despite it being jerked about rapidly by Rupert. Rupert himself, was in hog heaven, doing this to Jennifer was brilliant, he had wanted a shot at her for years now and she had seemed to be untouchable, incorruptible to him and now here she was served up on a plate, and as great as this was he had just convinced Phillip to allow him to subject her to a much better (for Rupert that was) trial later on this week. But that was for later, for now he was semi-screwing his eyes in intense concentration (but making sure he could still view the delectable target for his gloop) and masturbated furiously, aware that there was already a small queue waiting outside for their shot. As his movements became more erratic and frantic and his face showed his intense concentration, Jennifer continued to stare right down the barrel of his penis, then almost without warning it twitched wildly and she watched as the first of his sperm shot out and splattered against her blushing cheeks, the second spurt quickly followed, a little bit of direction from Rupert's hand meaning that it landed squarely on her nose and spilled down the right side and three more burst landed in roughly the same spot. Jennifer sighed and resisted the overwhelming urge to scrape the mess from her face, she knew she couldn't. But already a trail was forming at the corner of both her eyes and it was disgusting. Rupert meanwhile was laughing and standing right over her and squeezing out the last from behind his foreskin, creating a final splodge in her hair. The next five men came and went quite quickly, depositing various amounts of their cum over her and leaving, she knew their names as they announced them, they were friends of Phillips and it tore at Jennifer to think of them seeing her like this and knowing why she was doing it -- these were men she had entertained at the manor at parties, drunk with, joked with and debated the issues of the day. Now here she was acting as nothing more than a cum dump for them! Worse still was the seventh participant, Giles Wake, a local Land Holder who was married to a girl of Jennifer's age, Claire. She and Claire had never hit it off and as Giles entered his voice was swiftly followed by that of his wife's. Through her heavy, sticky eyelids Jennifer peered up to find Giles standing over her and her sometime rival, Claire, standing at his side. Could the embarrassment of this day ever end? Claire's tacky, sneering voice suggested not. How to Deal with a Cheating Wife "Go on Giles, aim right for the stuck up bitch's eyes! Get it right in there! Serve the cheating slut right! Not so high and mighty now are you Miss Jennifer?" Ha!" Giles was as good as his wife's demands and Jennifer felt the harsh splash against her very eyeballs as he unloaded an unholy amount of spunk over her. As they left in fits of laughter Jennifer's vision was almost totally gone, but surely there couldn't be many more. She knelt in her unnatural darkness and waited a while, praying that Giles had been the last, little knowing there were tens more to go. Then she heard footsteps and knew the next was in the cubicle and as the name was spoken she could hardly contain her sob. "Edward Arkins, I'm sorry Jennifer, they made me do it! They said they would kick me and my Rosie out of the job and the cottage if I didn't." Of course he was right, she knew that, but she couldn't help but feel terrible as she sensed rather than saw her would be lover stand over her, stroking that long cock she had so enjoyed inside her and spraying her face with his sperm. By now she was almost covered in a thin film of slime all over her face and hair and her breasts were well plastered too. It tore the gardener up to look down on the Lady of the House looking like that and doing what she was doing and he couldn't help but feel responsible, but he had his young daughter to consider, his wife long since left him and he could do no more than stagger, unsteadily from the stone enclosure and grimace at the happy countenance of Rupert as he left. More men followed and soon Jennifer had lost track of time completely, some of the names she recognised (Phillips friends, business colleagues, names from the local groups they were both in) and some she didn't. Her mind was almost completely tuned out by this point with over thirty loads of cum all over her, but as it slowly slid down her face and body it acted as a constant reminder as to what she was doing. Some of it, the earlier loads had begun to harden now which was even worse to feel and the urge to scrape and wipe it from her was again overwhelming, but again she restrained herself. Finally, hours later she heard the latest voice from somewhere in the gloop that covered her. "And last but not least, Phillip Maybury!" This was too much for Jennifer, her husband had always been such a normal, timid creature and yes she had undoubtedly wronged him but how could he have stooped to this level. That Rupert was such a bad influence on him she was never in doubt of but that he held such sway over him surprised her more, or maybe it was that Phillip had been so hurt by her infidelity. Whatever it was it did not seem to stop her husband completing the bukkake by masturbating onto her already now thickly coated features and from the sounds of it spitting on her also. The first trial was over and she had passed. * By the time it was over and done with it was just before tea time but Jennifer had no appetite, she just wanted to get under a scalding hot shower and wash all that cum away, she did that and then took a long, hot bath and contemplated on all that was going on and wondered what else Phillip would make her go through to prove her contrition. They slept apart now, in separate wings of the massive stately house and as Jennifer took to an early bed she could hear the noise of Rupert guffawing and hooting about something, he was going to be staying overnight apparently. She had not expected to get much sleep but surprised herself by falling asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, perhaps that long time spent in such an uncomfortable position was the cause of that or perhaps it was her mind that shut down after the horrors of the day. Whatever, she slept late the next morning, wakening only at a knock on her door and Rupert bursting in to tell her to get downstairs quick smart, it was mid day and the second part of her trial was about to occur. Clad in only her cream coloured, expensive (a gift from Phillip) silk pyjamas she followed him down grand stairs and entered the main sitting room. In the room stood Phillip and Edward Arkins, her husband and her lover. If that wasn't strange enough Edward stood there across from his employer wearing nothing at all, he was stark naked! There was an awkward silence as Jennifer lifted her eyes to both men but that was swiftly interrupted as Rupert bustled in behind her and placed her favourite pair of leather knee high boots before her. "Put these on Jennifer, I thought they'd do the job perfectly." "What job? What are you on about? What's going on here?" "Simple dear" said Rupert so condescendingly, "this is your second chance to show the level of your repentance. You put those boots on, that's right, make sure your feet are nice and tight in there. Now what's going to happen is that you are going to approach Mr. Arkins and knee him in the balls as hard as you can, I promise you if I feel you pull the blow then I will make you do it again until I am certain. He will undoubtedly drop to his knees, once there you will then take a hard swing with your boot and kick him in the balls. Finally, once he is down you must stand on his testicles and really grind that heel in!" "What?! Are you crazy he won't allow me to do that, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, no..." "Oh he will Jennifer, he knows he wronged Phillip too and if he wants to keep his house and job he will have to make this sacrifice, as will you. Surely you can see if your husband sees you doing this to your once lover then he may be more inclined to truly believe you are penitent for your sins and are willing to give up that sordid little affair the two of you had." What a twisted game he was playing and he loved watching the confusion spread across the beauty's face as the instructions set in. She allowed him to guide her forward to stand on the rug between Phillip and Edward and at click of his fingers the gardener came forward to stand right before Jennifer. He stood up proud, his chest thrust out, his legs apart and he met her dark eyes with a concerned gaze that seemed to be trying to tell her it was OK. She hesitated and took a moment to study his thick manhood, which she supposed was in part the reason for what they were doing. She had so enjoyed taking it inside her it seemed as shame to do this to it. But do it she must and she placed both her small hands on the tops of his strong shoulder blades and met his baleful gaze and seemed to share an unspoken bond for a moment before she hammered her right knee up and smashed it into his crotch. The effect was instantaneous as Edward fell to his knees and covered himself with his hands and moaned lowly, he was desperate not to let them see what pain he was in but it was pretty useless. Jennifer turned to Rupert who nodded as if to say she had done it hard enough and to move to the next stage. She reached down and carefully moved Edwards's hands to get a clear shot again and reared back her leg to drive the tip of her boot right into his ball sack, but this time, as Edward collapsed onto his side wailing Rupert was evidently not so content with her efforts . "No! That's not hard enough! Do it again and make sure it's as hard as you can kick!" Rupert and Phillip used their hands to lift the gardener back onto his knees before her and with tears in both hers and Edward's eyes she swung again, this time kicking a cannonball shot right into his sack. Edward collapsed again to the rug and was obviously beside himself in pain. Rupert nodded . "Good, now finish it, grind that heel in!" It took her a moment to compose herself and wriggle her foot over Edwards balls, avoiding his hands that were trying to act in self defence of his most vulnerable area, her heel settled right between his two already swelling scrotum and she closed her eyes and pushed down with the heel, grinding his balls into the carpet. Rupert made her keep the pressure on for at least ten seconds before letting her ease off, by which time Edward had nearly passed out. Jennifer could hardly bear to look at him and once again wondered if their affair had really been worth it. She wondered what he thought now. Despairingly she turned to her husband, almost pleading for this to have been the end to her trials but her just shook his head and said in a quiet voice. "I've got business to attend to, I'll be back on Monday morning for the last of your trials Jennifer. All you have to do is exactly what Rupert tells you from now until then, failure to do so will be reported back to me, that is your third test." The grin on Rupert's face and the hard erection poking at the front of his trousers told Jennifer all she needed to know about what her husband's friend intended for her. * Phillip had been away for less than an hour and already Jennifer was seriously doubting her ability to do this task. To keep her lavish lifestyle, to save her marriage to her rich husband, she was going to have to follow the instructions of his best friend Rupert, a cad and a bounder and someone she had enjoyed snubbing prior to her wedding to Phillip. He obviously had not forgotten. It had kicked off almost the minute that Phillip was headed down the drive in his car. Rupert, all smarminess and false charm had put his hand on Jennifer's shoulder as he spoke. "To think, if you hadn't turned me down that time I'm sure I would have been able to convince Phillip to stay with you without all of this. Still, never mind, hopefully this will teach you a lesson about fidelity." Jennifer snorted and for the first time that weekend fired back. "Fidelity! That's a joke! What does Phillip think whoring me out to you proves? It's nonsense!" Rupert's smile suggested he knew something that she did not. "It may seem like it but there's method to his madness, he just wants to know how repentant you are. He doesn't exactly know what I'm going to do with you and neither does he want to. Now, I'm positively famished, let's see if you can help me there." And so it was that thirty minutes Jennifer walked back into the dining room, dressed in naked at all with a silver platter held in her hands. The look on her face told it's own story about how happy she was to be doing this -- not very! As instructed she approached the long dining table and stood next to Rupert, it's only occupant, and lifted up the lid of the platter to reveal her two own vibrators (he had searched her bedroom for them earlier) and a bag that looked packed with things. "Aha! Dinner is served! Now my dear, why don't you pop up onto the table before me and let me see what I am about to feast upon. He had explained in great detail what he wanted Jennifer to do on the dining table and though she had been appalled, it could have been worse. Reluctantly she had agreed. She climbed, rather clumsily atop the polished surface of the antique table and turned to face Rupert, and as much as he had been enjoying the view of her creamy, smooth buttocks the sight of her equally enticing inner thighs and neatly trimmed snatch was even more alluring. Especially at a range of less than a couple of feet. "If you've got everything, you may begin. The clothes pegs first I think" he announced smugly. She pulled from the bag a handful of plastic pegs used for hanging clothes from a washing line, not that she ever did that anymore, they had been garnered from the housekeeper's cupboard. They were newish and still retained much of their spring and grip which troubled Jennifer but she had no choice. She squeezed them apart and carefully placed one around her stiff, left nipple, stifling a cry as it gripped her tightly. One followed that onto her right nipple and then a third she placed, very carefully, on her clit. Rupert enjoyed watching her discomfort as he sensitive parts slowly got used to these foreign objects before chuckling and reaching into the bag and handing the next item himself to her. "Now this." It was a dog collar and leash. It had until recently belonged top Phillip's bull terrier, Rover, and still stank of him. With obvious distaste she fastened the leather collar around her neck and tightened it as ordered then clipped on the chain link leash and handed it to Rupert. Obviously, he loved giving it a playful tug towards him. "And now Jennifer, if you will, the two items on the platter, lets see where you can stick them!" There was little doubt as to their destination and as such Jennifer was sure to get them into her mouth as quickly as possible to get them as saliva covered as she could manage. One was thick and black with a screw bottom that started up a fairly powerful motor and the other was longer but thinner. Rupert made no bones about taking out his cock and masturbating as Jennifer ran them over her pussy and ass then gently slid them inside each orifice. She made quite the table ornament up there, splayed open and adorned as she was but Rupert had much more in store for her that night and was loathe to waste much more time, despite how pleasing it was on the eye. He was a superior sort of person anyway but the power that he felt, the overwhelming sense of superiority he experienced as he led Jennifer up to the guest bedroom like a dog, on collar and leash and her on all fours was immense. And that was only the beginning of a very long night for the beauty. Once in the room Rupert had her kneel while he undressed himself and the very first thing he did was to present his backside to Jennifer's face and to reach his hands back and pull his ass cheeks apart. "You can start things off by licking my ass!" "No way!" He pulled hard at the leash, pulling her head right up to his ass. "Get licking bitch or you are divorced by tomorrow. You can kiss my ass or kiss goodbye to this place and this life!" Really, she had little choice and as abhorrent as it sounded she was just going to have to do it. After all her face was buried in his ass pretty much already. She stuck her tongue out reluctantly and dabbed it on his ass, recoiling as she tasted his anus and then licked at his ass cheeks.. Rupert was loving it. The bitch was back there, pegs on her nipples and clit and licking his ass, how good was this? He made her lick his ass like that for a few moments before whirling off her and gripping her luscious hair and dragging her onto the large bed on her front. "Seeing as you took care of my ass seems only fair to see to yours!" He was almost mad with desire back there and Jennifer recoiled at the manic tone in his voice, he was out of control. Jennifer winced at his words. She knew exactly what he intended to do next -- anal sex. She had never done it before, not with her husband, her lover or her boyfriends from before Phillip, had never wanted to try it, thought it unnatural and wrong and from what she had heard, sore. She just was not willing to do it. But, as he got on the bed behind her on his knees and reached to her pelvis and lifted her hips up to his desired level and plucked the vibrator from her ass, leaving the other one still buried in her pussy. She could not find the words or the energy to attempt to stop him. He reached the length of her back to push her torso and face into the sheets (the pegs on her tits pushing in further as he did so) and felt the leash tighten as he wrapped it around his hand. This was going to be bad, she knew. At least he was pretty slippery, his cock coated in loads of lubricating pre-cum which Jennifer could feel slipping across her bum as Rupert manoeuvred his groin into prime position. She bit into the mattress as she felt the tip of his cock poke at her tight, virgin asshole and could not help but bite down hard as he shoved it home. Rupert gave a little shout of victory (or something like it) as he felt himself slide in, filling her ass to it's fullest and feeling her struggles as he went. Jennifer bit her lower lip and held in the shout she so desperately wanted to give, she was determined not to give him that satisfaction. She felt her whole body shunted forward roughly, the pegs on her nipples digging in harder as they were dragged along the cover. She felt like she was having a massive shit and it was straining against her ass, it was all so unnatural and demoralising for her. Then he began to quicken his pace and whoop and holler like a cowboy, pulling on the leash and slapping her ass cheeks with his hand as he sped up. My god what a freak! The one advantage to his antics was that he was barely able to prevent himself from cumming and he had very definite ideas where he wanted to shoot his load that night. So he quickly had to slow his pace and far earlier than he would have preferred he had to pluck his dick from Jennifer's now gaping asshole. In one clumsy, awkward movement her pulled Jennifer around so that she lay on her back, staring up at him hatefully as he clambered up over her body so that he sat on the higher reaches of her breasts and his messy cock hovered a mere inch from her shocked lips. They pursed slightly and Rupert thrust forward, rubbing his slimy dick on her lips and pushing for entry, Jennifer didn't allow herself to contemplate where it had just been but realised he wanted to cum in her mouth and resistance was pointless. He had gone straight from her ass to her mouth and was now fucking it almost as hard as he had her ass. This time as he quickly boiled up to a cum he did not stop, rather he pushed as much of his length into her throat and shot a thick, sticky mess deep inside. He then had he lick him clean as he withdrew. That was just the beginning of the night. As he recovered he had Jennifer play with herself for him, telling her exactly what to do, where and how to do it. That mostly involved the vibrators again. He took her mouth again, repeatedly and her ass again, seemingly her vagina was out of bounds for him. It made sense Jennifer thought absent mindedly as she yet again had to play with herself for his amusement. At last sleep came for the two of them, Rupert, cruel to the end letting Jennifer sleep with the collar, leash and clothes pegs all still in place. They were especially uncomfortable for Jennifer as she removed them in the morning. She had made it to the morn and as she came down to breakfast she suddenly knew that she was going to do this, that it was nearing the end, that she had proved her penitence and felt sure Phillip would believe her now and grant her another chance. Both Phillip and Rupert were at the breakfast table when she arrived, she had not heard her husbands return. And indeed, it was Phillip that addressed her this morning. "Jennifer, Rupert tells me that you passed your task, I'm glad. I'm even gladder to say that I have only one more thing to ask of you to prove that you are truly sorry for your indiscretion. I re-iterate my dear that you must do this of your own free will, I am not forcing you, indeed if you do not want to do it then I will understand. Still it is one of the things that Rupert and myself agreed would give a fair indication of your repentance." After all she had done so far Jennifer was prepared for pretty much anything. She could almost sense forgiveness in his voice. Then he picked up an electric shaver in his hand and held it out to his wife. "My dear, the final task is to take this and to shave your head bald. Go as short as you can with this and the Rupert will take this cut-throat razor and take the stubble off. Then it will be over, you will have shown me how sorry you really are." Strangely, Jennifer did not particularly mind this. Yes, she had the most glorious long, flowing, slightly curled dark locks but in some ways this was the kind of thing she actually deserved herself -- certainly not all that twisted stuff no doubt Rupert came up with. This was fair, she thought. She had wronged him and she should make some kind of sacrifice for it, her hair seemed as fair as anything. She nodded and took the shaver from him, convincing herself that Phillip's eyes were willing her on so that they could make some sort of amends. She walked to in front of the fireplace and submissively dropped to her knees, not needing a mirror she reached her hand up, turned the machine on and did not hesitate to plunge it into her oh-so luscious hair. After all it would grow back, hopefully along with Phillips trust. How to Deal with a Cheating Wife Phillip and Rupert watched keenly from the table as Jennifer made short work of it, almost stunned as the long lengths of hair floated away from her scalp and in mere minutes she knelt there looking at them, as if for praise, with a skinhead. Rupert stood up, glanced at Phillip and received a nod in response and walked over to the woman he had tormented these last few days. He lathered in cream to the remnants of her hair, it was soft and he did so almost lovingly. Then Jennifer felt the blade being drawn expertly across her head and he took no time at all to slice away the little stubble that remained. With a quick rub of a towel the foam was away and they could she was now completely bald. Rupert took a bottle from the table and rubbed copious amounts into his hands and began to rub them on Jennifer's scalp, covering the lot and really rubbing it in. It made her head look shiny and she assumed it was some kind of moisturiser. Once finished Rupert stepped back and stood beside Phillip who addressed his wife solemnly. He picked up an envelope from the table and handed it to the still kneeling Jennifer. "What's this?" "It's a letter demanding a divorce, citing your infidelity and with Rupert and Atkins as key witnesses on my behalf. I'll be damned if you get a single penny from me!" His harsh words struck Jennifer like a sledge hammer . "But, this (pointing at her head) all those things I did, you said.." "Yes, and you promised to love, honour and obey me two years ago. You lied, so did I. Rupert, I've packed her clothes in that case, could you take it to the front door and throw it out, along with her." "My pleasure Phillip." Jennifer was still too shocked to put up much resistance as Rupert dragged her out into the hall and opened the front door and flung her case down the stairs, before slamming the door on her face he had time to drop a couple more bombshells. "And don't think you can do anything about this weekend, Phillip has plenty of witnesses that he was not here all weekend and knew nothing of what you willingly agreed to do --plenty of witnesses. Oh and Jennifer, that cream I rubbed into your scalp after I had shaved it? That wasn't moisturiser; it was a hair destroying cream that kills the roots and makes sure it never grows back!" With that the heavy wooden door was slammed in her tearful face.