9 comments/ 19357 views/ 8 favorites Perfect Present By: edrider73 Many thanks to jellybelly2 for first editing and improving this story. Grateful thanks to chimicawriting for revisions and suggestions that made it better yet. * My birthday was nearly over, and I still wasn't surprised. A few weeks ago, Kathy had mentioned that she had a surprise present for me. She told me I would never guess it, but she knew for sure I would love it. It was at dinner one night. She had been looking at me with a funny expression. It was the kind of face she made when she thought something was disgusting -- like a cockroach or a piece of worm in the lettuce. I was about to ask her about it when she smiled and told me about the surprise. I thought her smile seemed forced. She didn't mention the surprise again. Now it was 11:30 on my birthday night, which was a Saturday. We had gone out for a nice dinner with four friends, and I had received presents from everyone, including Kathy. Nothing special happened at the restaurant. As usual, she talked to the women, and I talked to the men. We were getting ready for bed. I was already under the covers -- I sleep naked -- thinking maybe her surprise involved sex. Kathy was brushing her teeth. We're pretty good in bed together. Our sex life is a little irregular, because I'm on the road a lot. But when I come home, we often make up for lost time with a few pretty intense nights in a row before things go back to normal, which for us is some weeks more, some weeks less. I thought I heard a sound over the faucet running in the bathroom. Kathy turned it off, and then I was sure. It was our doorbell. Nobody rings our doorbell at 11:30. I thought it might be some emergency, so I started to get out of bed to put some clothes on. Kathy came out of the bathroom and stopped me. "Stay right there," she said. "I'll get it." She slipped a robe over her nightie and quickly went down the stairs before I could get up. I crawled back under the covers and tried to listen. I heard some voices, and then steps on the stairway going up and down a couple of times. Finally, the door opened and Kathy walked in with two women. I was shocked. My face must have shown it, because Kathy spoke in a soothing voice and said, "Walt, this is Jody and Margie. They are going to help me with your birthday surprise. Just stay where you are while everything is set up, and then I'll explain." Jody began hauling a lot of equipment into our master bedroom and setting it up. She was slim, with a face that would have been pretty if she ever smiled. She wore her hair short and was dressed in jeans and a sleeveless top that showed off her muscles. Our bedroom is large, with the bed in the center and lots of space around it. There are some dressers against one wall and a couple of easy chairs near them, but not much else in the room. Now the airy room was filling up with stuff. Jody was setting up lights -- some high, some low -- around the bed and tripods at every corner. She mounted a video camera on each tripod. She set up scaffolds on each side of the bed that almost reached our domed ceiling and then connected them with a thick crossbar. On the crossbar she attached a few more lights and two more video cameras. As she was doing this, I looked over to Kathy and Margie. Kathy was wrapped up in watching Jody. Margie alternated between looking at me, Kathy and Jody. She was a big boned woman, not fat, but full figured. Though she wore a modest blouse and skirt, I could tell that underneath she had some voluptuous curves. I felt uncomfortable lying naked under the covers, watching the women. Kathy had taken off her robe. She was in one of her most transparent nighties and looked really sexy. Were they going to film us having sex? That couldn't be the gift I would love. Even though I enjoy sex, I'm no exhibitionist, and I was nervous. What if I couldn't perform? After what seemed like hours, Jody was done. I looked at the clock. It was midnight. "I'm ready," she said, addressing Kathy. Throughout the setup, she hadn't acknowledged me at all. As soon as she said it, Margie took off her suit jacket and began unbuttoning her blouse. Kathy came over and sat down next to me on the bed. When she spoke, her voice sounded bright and enthusiastic, but I could tell she was faking, because she wore the same expression on her face as the night she told me about the surprise. "Walt, you gave me the idea for this birthday surprise," she said. "That's why I know you're going to love it." She almost spat out the last few words. "I usually never go to our computer in the morning, because I'm racing out of here, but I needed to send a quick message to my sister one morning. When it came out of sleep mode, it was on a pay porn site. You had come to bed late the night before, so you must have been looking at it and forgotten to close it. I quickly started a few videos, enough to show me you were logged in as a member, and then I bookmarked it and closed the window and wrote my email. I was in too much of a rush to be shocked. "The next time I was home alone, I went back and became a member myself, so I could explore the site. You know that I don't like porn, but I forced myself to look at everything. There were so many different kinds of porn, I was confused. Some of it was pretty revolting. As I watched it, I decided that I had to find out what you were looking at. "A couple of nights later, I pretended to go to bed early, but I was watching as you went to the computer. A half-hour later, I said, 'Walt, where are you?' and walked toward your office. Remember? You got up quickly, and rushed to meet me in the hall. Your face was red. I took your hand and said, 'Come to bed,' and you said, 'Okay.' Remember, we had some pretty exhausting sex for the next hour. "Afterward, you quickly fell asleep, but I was wide awake. I got up and went to the computer. As I hoped, you didn't have time to log off the site, so I started exploring. I could tell from the colors of the borders of each thumbnail which videos you had watched. I watched as many as I could in the next two hours. There were a lot more, but once I found the patterns, it was easy to figure out what you liked. "Walt, this is not the time to talk about what you were doing watching those videos. All I'll say is that I wondered about those times when you seemed uninterested in me day after day. You were in town, and I knew you weren't cheating because you were home every night. But even when I gave you strong hints, you weren't interested. Sometimes I went to bed and cried while you were working late at the computer. At least I thought you were working. "Now I know better, and the last thing I'll say for now about what you were doing is that I decided you were cheating on me. I know it's not the same as being with another woman physically, but I still feel betrayed. You deprived me of your love in favor of those over-endowed women with lots of pubic hair. You see, I now know those are turn-ons for you. "I was surprised, because I've got above average size breasts, and I've never shaved between my legs. I couldn't understand why you preferred watching them and masturbating to actually having sex with your wife. It really upset me, "But we can talk about all that some other time. Tonight is about you, about giving you the greatest birthday present you never realized you wanted. Tonight, we're going to make the perfect porn video that has everything you like, and you're going to get a bird's eye view." As if to punctuate her words, the doorbell rang again, and she left the room, not bothering to put on her robe. I looked over and saw that Margie was now completely undressed. And she was as voluptuous as I had imagined. Her breasts were huge but real, because they sagged just a little, but her butt didn't sag at all. It was full, firm, perfectly round and smooth. Her legs were slim and smooth, too, except for where they met her body. There she had thick thatch of curly black hair. She looked a little nervous. Kathy came back into the room with two men. Both were average looking buff types that you could see working out at any fitness center. They began to remove their clothes, and I saw that they were above average in the equipment department. Kathy came over to me, pulled off the cover and took my hand. As she pulled me up, she said, "Walt, sit here on the chair. Jack, would you please sit on the chair in that corner. We're going to start with Bart." Jack went to the chair in the corner while she led me to a chair just behind the lights and cameras around the bed. Margie and Bart got onto the bed. As they began foreplay, Kathy sat on the floor by my legs. She reached up and grasped me and began to stroke me, but I was too startled to be responsive. "Jack and Bart are experienced," she said. "They are up for anything the customer wants. But Margie is new at this. I found her through an agent, and I watched her previous work. Until last week, she was doing only girl-on-girl videos, mostly for hairy fetish sites. But she has done a couple of straight sex videos now, and she seemed to enjoy them, although neither man was as well endowed as Jack or Bart. I wanted someone fresh for your perfect present. And she has the kind of breasts and pubic hair that you love." After the kissing and touching, Bart was now getting between Margie's legs. Kathy took my hand and pulled me to the bed. Our bed is a Cal King, and Margie and Bart were on one side. Kathy led me onto the other side, and we sat down next to them. "Jody has all the cameras synchronized to catch the action from many angles, including above. That's expensive, but it's special for your birthday present. She's got a camera on her head that she's using to get in close, because I found out you like to be so close that you can see every hair around the vagina and asshole and every drop of mucous. She'll work around us, so don't even think about her. Let's look at what Bart is doing." She gently pulled me forward so I had a good view of his tongue working on Margie, whose vaginal lips were already swollen and parted. "Get close enough so you can hear," said Kathy. "Jody has mikes all over the place, so she'll pick up every sound, and she'll amplify them when she edits the video, but I want you to experience everything live, too." She gently pushed my head down and let go when I moved it closer to the action. Margie's puffy labia were about five inches in front of my eyes now, and I clearly saw the bright pink inside them. I heard the slurping noises as Bart's tongue worked away, and I even heard some sighs coming from Margie. "How do you like that, Walt?" asked Kathy. "Are you close enough to see every pore? Wouldn't you like to stick your tongue in there like Bart is doing? Do you hear the sounds? Do you hear her responding? Are you getting excited yet?" She was still trying to sound enthusiastic, but I could hear a shrill edge in her voice. As for me, I was both stunned and fascinated with the scene, and I noticed that I was indeed starting to get excited. I couldn't believe it. This was so weird, sitting there naked next to a naked couple with my nose practically in the woman's vagina while it was being eaten out. And someone was filming everything while Kathy was stroking my penis. It was embarrassing, but at the same time, it was getting me aroused. "OK, Margie, I think you're warmed up," said Kathy as she pulled me back until I was sitting upright. This seemed to be a signal for Bart to lift his head and move closer to Margie. He was on his knees, and he took Margie's legs and put them on his shoulders and then he slowly pushed his large aroused penis inside of her as she drew in her breath. "You can handle it, Margie," said Kathy encouragingly. "Bart, please start very gently. Margie has never had anything this big in her before. Walt, see how he's stretching her, and the insides of her are being forced out as it goes in. I know you love watching that? Why don't you get closer?" Again she began to guide my head and stopped as I moved it myself to within a few inches of the insertion. I couldn't believe Bart's huge snake was going into Margie's small hole and watched in fascination. Finally, it was all the way in and Bart started to move. He pulled it out just a few inches and then slowly pushed it back. Gradually, he picked up the pace and at the same time pulled it out further before going all the way back. Now I could see Margie's juices squeezing out around his penis, and I began hearing rhythmic squishing sounds. As if from another room, I heard her soft sighs. The pace was getting faster. "Look up," said Kathy, pulling me away. I sat back and saw Margie's body moving on the bed as Bart was pushing straight in and out and starting to bump her as he went in. In response, her large breasts were flopping back and forth, almost hitting her face and then bouncing down to hit her chest and then bouncing back. They flopped faster and faster as he picked up the speed. My mouth was open in amazement. I had seen similar scenes online, but this was right in front of me. "Slap, slap, slap." I could hear the sounds of her breasts slapping against her skin. Bart slowed down and moved in closer, leaning forward. This forced Margie's rear off the bed and into the air. As he picked up the speed, his bumping sent her whole body into the bedsprings, which sent it right back. This got the breasts going crazily in every direction, and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. "Come back here," said Kathy, gently pulling me behind Bart. His legs were spread and his rear was up in the air as he was driving into Margie. I didn't the new position because the view was of his hairy crack. "No, down here," said Kathy as she pushed my head down between his legs until I was once again inches from the huge penis pounding Margie. "He's really big," said Kathy. "See how when he goes in and stretches her, he's also making her little asshole open and shut like it's winking at you. I know you love looking at assholes. Take a close look. She pushed my head down until I was inches from Margie's ass. "Doesn't it look like it's asking for something to be put in there?" said Kathy. "Maybe you want to stick your tongue in. Do you wonder what it tastes like?" "No," I said firmly. It was one thing to watch a video, but I would never do that myself. Just the thought of the smell and the sweat made me nauseous. "OK, then stick a finger in," said Kathy. "Come on." She took my right hand and led my index finger to Margie's butthole and pushed it in. I felt her anal muscles contracting around it. Kathy moved my hand slowly so my finger was going in and out. I let her guide me. She released my hand, and I found myself continuing to push my finger in and out of Margie's ass. "That's it," she said. "She's not used to something in her ass. See how she's squirming. Put another finger in and keep on going. Try to match Bart's rhythm. That's it. Put your head down closer, so you can see your fingers and Bart's penis going in and out at the same time." I followed her instructions like a robot, and as Bart slowed down, I slowed down. When he pulled out, I pulled out. "That was great," said Kathy. "I bet Jody got some great video. Now let's do a different position. Margie, get on your hands and knees, and Bart is going to do you doggy style." Bart got behind Margie once she was in position and started feeding his penis into her again. It seemed even bigger because it was now glistening from her juices. He started to go slowly in and out. "Get down close so you can see the action, Walt," said Kathy. I didn't wait for her to move me this time. I got my face next to them and watched his long tool move in and out between her cheeks. "That's not good," Kathy said. "You can't see anything from the side. The best view is from underneath. Stop a minute, Bart and Margie." They disengaged and looked at her. She pulled me to the middle of the bed and then rolled me onto my back. "OK Margie, get on your knees right over Walt, so he can see right into your pubic hair, and Bart get behind her. Are you ready, Walt? This is an angle you hardly ever see because it's hard for the camera to shoot. That's why Jody has that camera attached to her forehead and she's lying at the other end of the bed and putting her head right next to yours. "This way she can aim straight up. You'll watch it live, and later you can see the same view again on her video." I heard a hint of hysteria in her voice, and it made me nervous. But then my attention was diverted. I was looking straight up, and all I saw at first was black. It was Margie's bush. But then coming into view was what looked like an elephant's trunk. It poked into the bush, looking for something, and it kept going deeper and deeper into the bush. Then I saw the bush parting in the middle with a red gash appearing around the elephant trunk and spreading out. The trunk began going in and out of the red gash, and I was mesmerized. I heard Kathy's voice, as if from far away. "How does that look, Walt?" it said. "Can you see everything? Here, let me get you in a better position." I felt her push a soft cushion under my head. My eyes were now a few inches from the action, and I heard the squishing sounds. I felt some of Margie's juices dripping on my face as Bart squeezed them out of her. Ugh. I tried to ignore the dripping and concentrate on the action. "How are you feeling, Margie?" Kathy asked. "Are you OK with Bart's size now?" "Not really," said Margie. "He's so big, and I'm too tight. "What if your clitoris was stimulated more?" said Kathy. "Would that help?" "I don't know," said Margie. "We can try it." "OK," said Kathy. "Walt, slide down until you can reach Margie's clitoris. I'll help you with the cushion." Margie's tone of voice had changed. She wasn't suggesting. She was commanding. I wasn't happy. The last thing I wanted to do was lick this hired porn actress while she was getting serviced. I didn't make any move. Jody had finished shooting from below and gotten up. Kathy maneuvered the cushion under my head, but it did no good, because I wouldn't budge. "Move, Walt," she said. "Slide down a little. Come on." "No," I said. "Kathy, I think this has gone far enough. I know you mean well, but I'm not comfortable right now, and I think it's time to stop." "But we haven't finished the video," said Kathy. "I paid all this money for your special gift. Please cooperate." "No," I said, "and that's final." "I'm giving you what you really want," said Kathy. "You know you'd love to eat Margie out while Walt is screwing her. Why are you so stubborn?" Margie interrupted. "Wait a second, Kathy," she said. "I think I've figured out how to do this. Please ask Walt to move again and this time, add 'pretty please.'" Kathy's voice sounded angry. "What are you talking about, Margie?" she said. "Just do what I say," said Margie. "I know this will work." There wasn't a sound from Bart, who never stopped moving slowly in and out of Margie. "OK. Walt, please move down so you can lick Margie's clitoris." "No!" "Pretty please!" As she said the words, I felt Margie's hands. They were warm and soft, and they were around my testicles and manipulating them. It was exciting, but I wasn't giving in. "It didn't work," said Kathy "Try again," said Margie. "Pretty please!" said Kathy. Margie's hands began pulling my testicles away from each other and then back. It was getting me more worked up. "Again!" she shouted. "Pretty please." The hands were holding my testicles tightly now and gently squeezing. "Again!" "Pretty please!" The squeezing was getting harder. It was beginning to hurt. "Again!" "Pretty please!" The squeeze was now like a vice, and I was in real pain. Perfect Present "Again!" "Pretty please!" This time I didn't wait for the pain to get worse. I slid down. "He did it," said Kathy. "How in the world? You are amazing." "I know," said Margie, "but that's going to cost you a bonus." "No problem," said Kathy as she moved me around and adjusted the cushion under my head. Now my eyes were a few inches from the rod moving in and out of Margie, and my mouth was pressed tightly against her moist vagina, right at her clitoris. Margie shifted her legs slightly so her body lifted up an inch or so and I could breathe. I felt her hand closing around my jewels again, so I quickly began licking her. She responded with a long low sigh. "Oh!, she said, "that feels good. Go a little faster, the same speed as Bart." As I felt her hands touching my balls, I sped up and got my tongue in the same rhythm. I heard her panting and then I felt moisture on my tongue. Her juices were really streaming out of her now, covering my face, and my licking sounds were mixed with the sound of Bart's tool making loud, squishy sounds going in and out. Then I heard Margie hold her breath. She began shaking. Bart and I didn't stop. Then she squealed and suddenly I couldn't lick her anymore. She had collapsed on top of me. I could barely breathe with my nose stuck in her sweaty bush and her slimy vagina covering my mouth. Finally, she raised herself. "That was awesome," she said. "Jody told me we got all of that on video with some great close-ups," said Kathy with an edge in her voice again. "You are going to love watching it, Walt." "Great," said Bart in a flat voice as he continued to push mechanically in and out of Margie. "I'm glad everyone's so excited." "What's wrong?," said Kathy. "Well, I'm still here working away without much stimulation?" "What would you like?" said Kathy. Bart was silent for a second. "Well, how about somebody licking my balls," he said. "No problem," said Kathy after a moment. "We happen to have someone in the perfect position." Before I even realized what she was talking about, she grabbed the big pillow my head and shoulders were lying on and pulled my whole body backward. I looked up and saw I was looking right into Bart's hairy crack, which was wide open because his legs were spread. I tried to look away from his unappetizing hole, which had almost as much hair around it as Margie's vagina. In a second, the hole was blocked as he pulled out of Margie and his huge ball sack flew by, just above me. Then he went inside Margie again, and I saw his crack once more. Margie began playing gently with my balls again as Kathy lifted my head and moved the cushion under me in various ways until she was satisfied. Then she lowered my head again. Now Bart's testicles were swinging so close to my face that I could feel the strands of hair on them tickling me and a breeze when they went by. Margie was still stroking my balls as Kathy said, "Stick out your tongue." I hesitated and felt Margie's hands slowly tightening around my balls. I held out as long as I could, but when I couldn't stand the pain, I stuck out my tongue. "Swoosh!" Bart's balls swiped across my tongue. "Swoosh!" they swiped again, coming back. I felt Bart flinch the first time and then lower his balls a fraction to get more friction. He experimented with speeding up and slowing down and then got into a quick rhythm. I kept the tongue pushed out as long as I could, and then it started hurting, so I had to pull it back in. "Don't stop," he said, and I felt Margie's warm hands on me again, closing gently. I rested my tongue for a few seconds and then stuck it out again. There was another flinch from Bart, then a sigh, and then Margie released me. This happened four or five times. I looked away from the balls and Bart's hole as I was doing this and was shocked to see Kathy's face almost as close to mine as my face was to Bart's rear. She was watching everything intently. I turned to the other side, and there was Jody's head with the camera strapped onto it, taking close-ups of me licking another man's testicles. I felt totally humiliated. Kathy raised her head and spoke again: "How does that feel, Bart? Are you stimulated by Walt licking your balls? This is going to be great on the video." She stopped and I heard her laugh. It was an ugly laugh. "Don't stop, Bart, but listen to me. I have a question for you," she said. "Do you like anal stimulation, like when a girl rubs your asshole or sticks her finger in, or even licks it?" "I don't know," Bart said. "That doesn't happen to me too often. Usually, I'm the one doing it to the girls." "Well, I want to try something," said Kathy. "Pull almost all the way out and stop for a minute and let me set it up." I saw Bart's tool come out until the tip of it was resting just inside Margie's vagina. Then I felt Kathy pulling me back again and adjusting me. She got a second smaller cushion and put it under my head, pushing my face right into Bart's crack. "OK, Bart, spread your legs a little wider and lower your ass. That's the way. Walt's mouth is right at your hole. Walt, stick out your tongue just a little but not so far that it hurts. I want this to be comfortable so you enjoy it." I nearly gagged when she said this, and I didn't do anything until I felt Margie's hands begin to close on my testicles again. Bert's cheeks were spread and the tip of my tongue was right at his hole a second later. "OK, Walt, start licking," said Kathy. "Pretend that it's me, or maybe Margie." She had never asked me to do this to her, because she knew I wouldn't. I gave a few licks and maybe it was my imagination, but it tasted and smelled awful. I felt like I was about to throw up. "Great," said Kathy. "Now go faster. Come down here and get this, Jody. It looks incredible." I began licking faster, and I felt Bart begin to respond. His hole twitched and he squirmed beneath my tongue a little. "OK, keep going, Walt, while I get the rest of this set up," said Kathy. What else was she going to do? "Margie," she said, "Bart is going to stay in this position, so Walt can keep licking his ass. So you will have to be the one moving. Please go very slowly. I felt Margie shifting around, and then the movement started. It was very slow, but each time she came back, she bumped Bart just a bit and that pushed him back against my tongue. His cheeks spread a little wider and his hole was slightly more open as my tongue went across it. Gradually, my head moved further and further between his cheeks until I had to take quick breaths when I could, because I was almost smothered in the middle of his ass. I heard some heavy breathing and thought it was Margie, but then I moved my eyes to the side and saw it was Kathy. She was staring at me and her face was getting red. She began talking. "That's it, Walt, lick Bart's asshole," she said. "Lick it hard, just like those girls do on those videos you like so much. They put their heads into the guy's ass just like you're doing. There's nothing more degrading that you can do to a girl than make her eat out a guy's ass, is there? Now you'll know just how the girl feels, so you will be able to enjoy watching it even more." I almost gagged again as I listened to her. She sounded angry and aroused at the same time. "Okay, Walt, now stick your tongue out as far as it will go and push it into Bart. Bart, push out so he can get it in there. I heard Bart grunt, and I saw the muscles move around his hairy hole, pushing it at my tongue. When I saw it open, I nearly heaved. I couldn't push my tongue in there no matter what they did to me. Margie's hands tightened up on me, and she said to Kathy, "Say pretty please." "Pretty please!" yelled Kathy with excitement. The hands got tighter. The pain was excruciating, but I didn't stick my tongue out. "Pretty pretty please!," yelled Kathy. Now the pain was so bad that I couldn't control myself any longer. I screamed as loud as I could. Even though I was under Bart's ass, I got some good volume, but I knew no one could hear me because the bedroom is at the back of the house, far from the street and separated from the neighbors by a large backyard. The hands on my balls relaxed. I heaved a sigh of relief and heard myself make some choking sobbing sounds. Everything was quiet in the room. "Let's try again," said Kathy. "Pretty pretty please." As the hands began tightening around me again. I gave a huge sob. I tried to bear the pain, but it was no good. I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go. Brad had closed up in the meantime, but now he began pushing open again. I pushed my tongue into him. "That's it," said Kathy, almost choking with glee as Margie's hands at my crotch relaxed. "Here. I'll help you. She moved the small pillow and the big pillow so my tongue went deeper into Bart. I could barely breathe. "OK, Margie," said Kathy. "Start moving against Bart again, but very slowly." Each time Margie moved back, Bart was again pushed back onto my tongue and my face was pushed deep inside his rear. Then I heard Kathy say, "That looks great. OK, Bart, now you can stop pushing." As he stopped, his anus began spasming around my tongue. It was like a trap that held my tongue inside and squeezed it, then released it, then squeezed it. Margie continued moving steadily, and the squeezing became more irregular. He was starting to lose control. "Does it feel good, Bart," said Kathy. "Go a little faster, Margie. I can see Walt's tongue is getting him stimulated. Let's get him to come with Walt's tongue in his ass." She was breathing heavily and barely able to talk now. I felt Margie pushing harder now and Bart spasm on my tongue over and over. Finally, he gave a loud growl and pushed hard into Margie, pulling my tongue with him. I moved my head with him, because it felt like if I didn't, he'd rip my tongue right out of my mouth. I felt him erupting into Margie for nearly a minute, and then he was leaning back again on top of my face. His hole loosened, and I was able to pull my tongue out. I was so scared when he lurched forward that I forgot everything, but now I again felt the disgusting taste on my tongue and the horrible smell in my nose. One other thing happened during his orgasm. There was a scream off to the side. I barely heard it because my ears were almost completely covered. Now I looked over and saw Kathy. She was drenched in sweat, and her jaw hung loose. She looked exactly like she looked after she had an orgasm. All I could think of was, how could someone who loved be doing this to me and enjoying it so much that it made her come? Margie spoke. "Hey," she said, "What about me?" "I'm sorry?" Kathy asked. "Everybody got off except me," she said. I was too sick and exhausted to tell her that I was nowhere near getting off. "Oh," said Kathy, "You came earlier. But we got you worked up again. I'm sorry." She thought for a minute. "I know just the person to help you get off." She came over and pulled me back down to Margie's clitoris. "Wait a minute," she said and got up and went into the bathroom. I heard water running and she came back with a hot, damp washcloth and began scrubbing my face, from below my eyes down to my chin. Then she said, "Stick out your tongue, Walt." I stuck it out as far as I could, and she scrubbed it, too. "There," she said. "Now you're as fresh as a daisy." She laughed loudly. It wasn't as harsh a laugh as it had been earlier. She seemed to be in a good mood now, just like she always was after she had an orgasm. She placed me back down by Margie's clitoris and I felt the hands on my balls again. With my first lick, I almost gagged. I wasn't even inside the lips, but the outside had white mixed into the hair. Some of Bart's emission had leaked out. "You are a sadistic bitch," I yelled as loud as I could. It wasn't very loud because my mouth was against Margie's vagina, but everyone in the room heard it, and for a moment everything stopped. "What do you mean?" said Kathy in a serious voice. "I mean you are forcing me to do something that is disgusting to me and saying it's what I want," I said. "If it's what I want, then why is Margie hurting me to make me do it? That's sadism and pure evil. You can pretend whatever you want, but you must really hate me to torture me like this." "Let me think a minute," said Kathy. Uh oh. She was good at thinking and prided herself on solving tough problems. I didn't want her to solve anything. I just wanted to get out of there. "That's not right," she said finally. "I'm not evil and sadistic. I'll admit that what you were watching on the Internet made me mad and disgusted with you, but everything we're doing is exactly what you enjoy watching. You like women and even men being forced to do repulsive things. The only difference is the people you watch are actors. But when we watch this later, it will be just like we are watching actors, and you'll be experiencing it vicariously. So it's just a little temporary discomfort." When I heard her say "we watch this later" instead of "you," I trembled. I wanted to throw her words back at her to show her she wasn't doing this for me, but for herself. I held back, because I didn't think it would make her stop. Instead I yelled, "Temporary discomfort! How about calling it a lot of pain!" "All right, I came up with a solution for that," said Kathy. "Margie isn't going to hurt you anymore. All she will do from now on is pleasure you." She leaned over and started whispering in Margie's ear. I tried to hear, but all I could make out was the word "orgasm" a few times. She finished whispering and said, "From now on, Margie is going to persuade you with pleasure instead of pain. I should have thought of this before. I apologize." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and as she did, I felt Margie's hand start working on my balls again. But this time, she didn't squeeze them. She fondled them and pulled them gently in every direction. It felt really good. Meanwhile, her mouth sucked me in. Then it released me, and her tongue began working on me. And then she sucked again. The alternate suction and tonguing, combined with the magic fingers on my balls was starting to arouse me. Then I felt a finger in my ass, pushing something slippery inside me. It was lubricant, and soon the finger started sliding in and out of me. I was now totally excited. My body jerked when a second finger joined the first and it began to rise to meet Maggie's mouth and her hands. "Pretty please," said Kathy. I turned and looked at her and she was sticking her tongue out and making licking motions. She wanted me to start working on Margie again. But I knew that if I did, I would get a mouthful of come. "No way," I said. Margie's magic mouth and fingers stopped and withdrew. Slowly my penis got wobbly and finally fell back in a heap. Then Margie began to play with me again and suck me into her mouth. Then came the fingers in my ass. This time, I got hard much faster and she kept going as Kathy said "Pretty please" again. But when I didn't respond, Margie stopped again. I stayed hard longer, but finally I collapsed again. I felt frustrated and uncomfortable. As soon as I was soft, Margie began again, and we went through the same process. Nothing was hurried, and everything was gentle. The two men were watching from their chairs while Jody was filming close-ups. As gentle as she was, by the fourth time I was aroused and released, I began feeling a lot of discomfort and a little pain in my testicles. The pleasure continued to get me excited, but each time the pleasure stopped, the pain increased I don't know how many times Margie did this until, almost without thinking, I began licking. Margie's ministrations began again and continued while I was licking, but the second I stopped to catch my breath, she stopped, and although I began licking again quickly, she wouldn't start until I was totally soft and pain once more. Her rear was high in the air, and my mouth was pushed up to it on the pillows so my tongue was licking her clitoris from below. I was facing straight up and saw her glistening crack above me, but the puffy lips were closed as I was probing between them to reach the clitoris. I tasted some of Bart's disgusting come, but even when her lips opened, nothing was coming out of Margie because her vagina was up so high while her head was down on my stomach as she sucked and licked me. As I kept licking her, she and I got into the same rhythm with our mouths. Then I heard her hold her breath again. Her mouth came up off me, her hands pushed hard against my legs as she raised her chest up, and her head came back and let out a frightening sound from deep inside her, like a wolf howling at the moon. As her head came up and she howled, her bottom slammed down on me and pushed her vagina into my mouth. I backed my head away, but it only went so far into the pillow. Her vagina was opening and closing frantically, and each time it did, a torrent of come poured out. It went into my eyes, my nose, and most of all, my mouth. I choked and sputtered on Bart's come. I couldn't breathe. I opened my mouth wide and gulped air and come at the same time. I swallowed the filthy stuff as fast as I could, but it still kept coming. Finally it stopped, right around the time Margie stopped shaking, and her ass fell back hard, cutting off my air and pushing more of the thick white stuff into my mouth. I held my breath, and in a few seconds she leaned forward off of me. "Wow!" she said. "That was tremendous." She was breathing quickly and deeply. I was starting to feel the pain in my groin again. I needed release, but I wasn't getting any. "Now that you are satisfied, you need to finish what you promised," said Kathy. "Isn't this enough?" asked Margie. "I told you I've never had more than a couple of fingers in my ass." "I promise you he won't hurt you," said Kathy. "Jack is big, but he knows what he's doing. I did some research. You'll be sore for a few days, but you're getting paid for that. Walt loves anal, and we can't do a half-assed job on his video." She laughed. "All right," said Margie. "Let's get this thing over with." Margie was still lying on top of me with her crotch right in front of my eyes. I looked up to see Kathy come over with a long tube in one hand and some fingers covered up with a gob of grease in the other. She wiped the grease over Margie's ass and pushed some of it into her asshole.. Then she pushed the tube into her ass. I was amazed at how deep it went. I felt Margie's body jerked as I heard a sound like the rushing of water. I saw Kathy holding up something attached to the tube. She looked at me and said, "Lubricant. We're filling her with it." A second after Kathy pulled the tube out, I saw Jack climb up behind Margie. He was already hard, and from this perspective, it looked like he had an elephant trunk as big as Bart's. How was he ever going to get it inside that little pucker? After he rubbed up and down her crack with the tip, he placed it at the opening and began pushing. "Slow, slow," Margie said. I watched in rapt attention as he slowly inched in. She took one deep, long breath after another. Finally, it was all in, and he left it there for a minute. "You did it," said Kathy. "I don't know how," said Margie. "It's killing me. I'm afraid of what will happen when he starts." Jack began moving and Margie started writhing. She was breathing in gasps, and I heard little sobs now and then. It looked like she was trying her hardest to endure it without complaining, but every once in a while a little shriek or a sob was mixed into her panting, which kept getting faster. Then I felt her fingers again. She was turning her attention back to me. She was manipulating my balls and inserting a couple of fingers. Then I felt her tongue again and finally her head going up and down as she sucked. I felt all this as was looking up and watching Jack going slowly in and out of her ass. Perfect Present Every once in a while, she stopped. Maybe it was the discomfort inside her. Whatever the reason, she was driving me mad again because when she stopped, she waited until I wilted before she began working on me again. "Help her," said Kathy quickly. "Start licking again." I put my mouth on her vagina and got my tongue going again. I was now in a weird place, as if I was on another planet. Almost in my face was a huge elephant trunk pushing in and out of Margie's ass, squirting out lubricant over my face as I was eating her out. She meanwhile was pleasuring me to the point of madness. I needed to come and I kept trying, but she never gave me long enough. "OK," said Kathy. "That's 20 minutes. You did it, Margie. Jack, you can pull out now." As he pulled free of Margie, there was a sound like a champagne cork popping followed by a scream of pain from Margie and some lubricant pouring down on me. Then Kathy began talking again. Her voice sounded breathy now and strange. As she continued, it seemed to me that she had become a different person, no longer the Kathy I knew. "Thank you, Jack," she said. "You didn't get a chance to come, and I know you're a professional so that doesn't bother you. But I just thought of something. You've had lots of experience going both ways, and there is another hole that's handy if a certain lady will get her fingers out of it." I started to scream, but Margie pushed her vagina on top of my face and gagged me. I saw Kathy whispering in her ear, and then I felt her fingers pulling out of my rear. She stopped fondling me and lifted her head, letting my penis drop out of her mouth. Then she grabbed my legs behind the knees and pulled them back. She pulled them further and further back until my feet were above my head. My rear was lifted off the bed. I felt a tube being pushed into it, deeper and deeper, until it stopped. Then I was flooded with warm, greasy liquid. "It's the lubricant mixed with enema prep liquid that we used before," said Kathy in my ear. "You're being stuffed like a turkey. But in a couple of minutes, you are going to start spasming to release it." The tube was pulled out, and in a flash, something started pushing at my rear. It was a lot larger than Margie's two fingers. I tightened my ass muscles and stopped it. But then suddenly, my anal muscles spasmed, and I lost control. Some greasy liquid inside of me came out, and my hole opened enough for Jack to push his tip in. That was all he needed. He had lifted my legs onto his shoulders and began slowly pushing the rest of his giant tool deep inside me. Margie let go of my legs went back to manipulating my balls. I felt her mouth go back on me, alternately licking and sucking. With my legs so high, she had to sit up to get to my penis. She moved back, and her rear came off my face. When I looked up, I saw her on her knees, leaning forward to play with my balls and suck me. When I looked straight ahead, I saw some of Jack's huge penis disappearing and reappearing. He was now pounding me, and my insides felt like mush. But as much as he was hurting me, I couldn't stop responding to Margie's hands and mouth and getting more and more ready to explode. I was wondering whether Margie would stop and torture me again when Jack yelled out, "I'm coming." It must have been some kind of signal, because I felt Margie sucking harder, moving her head faster and pulling my testicles with more urgency. And sure enough, just as I felt Jack coming inside me, I felt my own explosion going into her mouth. She kept on going back and forth, sucking hard as my ass was being flooded by Jack's jerking body. Then everything stopped. My eyes had been closed from the pain and the pleasure. I opened them up and saw Margie's face leaning over mine and almost touching it. She opened her mouth, and I saw a huge ball of white, milky stuff was coming straight down. My own come soon covered my face. It went into my eyes and nose. I managed to keep my mouth tightly shut until Jack pulled out of my ass and the stab of pain made me cry out. As I did, a flood of semen fell into my mouth and I choked and coughed and swallowed as I tried to deal with it. When I stopped, all was quiet. I lay there on the bed for a while. When I looked up, I saw Jack, Bart and Margie in a corner of the room with Kathy. She was probably paying them, because soon they were gone. The only sound was of Jody putting away her equipment. She carried it down the stairs in her strong arms -- it took two trips -- and then she was huddling with Kathy, and then she was gone. Finally, I got up and went to the bathroom. I took a long, hot shower. I was totally numb, except for the excruciating pain in my ass. When I got out of the shower, I walked into the bedroom and got dressed. Kathy was sitting on a chair in the bedroom staring at me. She got up and followed me as I walked out of the bedroom and was starting to say something when I closed the front door quickly behind me. Two months later, she called me. A few days after the video session, she had been served. I hadn't talked with her since that night. Our lawyers did the talking. "I need to talk to you," she said. "Can you come over here?" "No." "Please? I need to tell you something." "Why should I listen to you?" I said. "Because if you do, I'll give you the house." "You're lying," I said. "I promise you I'm not," she said. I thought for a moment. "I'll meet you at the Denny's around the corner," I said. "All right." I got there first. When she walked in, she was wearing a dress that emphasized her terrific figure. She looked better than ever, except for her face. Well, her face looked terrific, too, but it was paler than usual and her eyes were red. I wondered if she was acting. I didn't trust her anymore. "It's no good, Walt," she said. "I want you back." She reached into her purse and pulled out a plastic case and opened it. "This is the final edited version," she said, pointing to the DVD on the left. "It's truly amazing. Jody wanted to enter it for an award, but I wouldn't let her. The other DVD is the raw footage from all the cameras." She handed the case to me. For some reason, I took it. "Listen, Walt. I know you hate me and don't trust me anymore," she said, "but I'm telling you the truth. I did make the video for you. My original idea was to make something you would love to watch and whenever you were watching it, I would point out how disgusting you were for getting turned on by it. I should have stuck to that, but I went too far. "While we were shooting, something changed. I still loved you and I still hated the idea of you watching that stuff on the computer instead of making love to me, but I found myself getting aroused and even experiencing a couple of orgasms as you were being humiliated. I was totally confused. "I don't want to tell you this next part, and you would probably never find out, but I promised you the truth. A couple of days after you walked out, I began going to bars with friends, like I did before we were married. I hooked up with a few guys and found myself doing some pretty kinky stuff, things I never imagined I would ever do. "In a few weeks, the novelty wore off. Walt, I'm telling you the truth. Those guys were wild and fun and well endowed, but they weren't you. They had great bodies, and they were great lovers, but there was nothing more to them. I realized then that no matter how angry you made me and how humiliated I felt by you masturbating to Internet porn rather than having sex with me, I never stopped loving you -- not even when I was degrading you for the video. "Walt, I'll do anything you want if you take me back. You can put me on probation for as long as you want. I'll do any of those sick things you watch on those websites. You can make videos of me doing them. Or if you want, I'll do them with someone else while you watch. I won't refuse you anything. You can have your revenge. "If you won't take me back, I'm telling my lawyer to give you the house and half the money. I won't ask for alimony. I'll move back upstate and live with my parents for a while and try to work out the rest of my life. I'll try to forget you, except when I'm watching the video. That will be all that I have left of our lives together." She was rushing her words at the end, and then she put her head in her hands and started sobbing. Was this another show? How could I believe her? I watched her for a while, and then I made the biggest decision of my life. I said, "First, I want you to tell me every detail about that night. Not what I experienced, but everything else." She looked up at me, breathed in a wet sobbing breath and took my head in her hands and began covering it with kisses. "Hold it!" I said to her as I pulled my head back, "I haven't decided yet." But she knew that I had. She looked at me through her tears. "What do you want to know, Walt?" she said. "I know I should never have let Jack have your ass. That part wasn't for you; it was for me. I was so crazy with excitement that I lost control and improvised the last part even though I knew you were hating it. "But before that, everything else I told you was true, except I didn't tell you that I planned every detail. Walt, I've been telling the truth to you all along. You wanted nearly everything that happened on the video -- except taking it in the ass -- even though you won't admit it. I don't care anymore. If you prefer denial, I'll be glad to pretend whatever you want. I don't need to tell the truth anymore. Whatever you want me to say, I'll say." I turned the disk over in my hands. "No," I said, "I want you to always tell the truth, or what you think is the truth, and I'm going to do the same. But I'll tell you right now that you are wrong about the truth this time. Sure, I fantasized about those things, but if you think all men want what's in their fantasies, you don't know anything about men. "Yes, I liked to watch those things, but did I ever do any of them with you or even suggest that we do them? The only thing you had right was that sometimes I substituted the porn for you. That was wrong, and I'm ashamed for humiliating you that way. I even feel a little guilty for provoking you into doing what you did. "But whatever I did to you by watching that stuff, it will never compare to what you did to me. You degraded me, but you also degraded yourself in my eyes, and it's going to take a long time for me to look at you the way I used to. "I still don't know why I'm willing to give that a shot. And no, I'm not going to make this mess worse by asking you to do more disgusting things. What I want most right now is being normal. I'm want no excitement. I want us to be boring." That was five years ago, and things are going well so far. The boring thing didn't last more than a couple of months. As we were working on our marriage, I noticed something strange. When one of her friends was over or we were together with other couples, the women gave me the eye. I felt like they were observing me like a rat in a cage. I asked Kathy about it. "Oh, don't mind them, Walt," she said. "After you walked out and I was going wild for a few weeks, I showed the video to some of my girlfriends, but each time it was at our house on our TV, and none of them has seen it since. I'm sure they told all their friends about it, but that was just talk, and nobody except them has seen it. "You'd be surprised at their reactions. Some of them loved it, and some of them were disgusted. But all of them have since asked me for a copy. Some almost begged. You know my friend, Eve?" "Yeah, I really like her and her husband." "Well, then you know both of them are very religious. She and Adam are really into their church and go there three times a week. They also do a lot of charity work on weekends. "I didn't tell her anything about the video, because I knew it would make her sick to hear what I had done. But some of our mutual friends apparently weren't as considerate of her feelings. I was shocked when she called during the time we were apart, and, after talking about this and that for 15 minutes, she told me the reason for her call. She knew it was wrong, but for some reason she wanted to see a few minutes of it. She promised she wouldn't judge me or you because of it. "I invited her over, and you should have seen her. After asking her a couple of times whether she had seen enough and hearing her say, 'Just a little more,' I shut up and just watched her. She was sitting in an easy chair, clutching the armrests in a death grip. I think she must have had at least three orgasms while watching it. "When the video was over, I could tell she was embarrassed. All she said was 'thanks' before she rushed out the door. When I saw her again, she didn't mention the video. But a few months later, she asked if she could borrow it. I told her we were back together and nobody else would ever see it again. She was happy to hear about us and didn't say another word about it then. "But two months later, she began to bring it up whenever we were alone. You wouldn't believe what she offered me for a copy or just a chance to see it at our house again. Remember when I insisted we update our home security system six months ago, and you thought I was crazy. It was because of some of the desperate things I was hearing from her, and some of the things she was doing. I would never let her set foot in our house again, and I was worried that she might try to get in anyway while we were out of town. "I've told Jody to destroy everything she has on us and that if she doesn't and I ever hear about one second being seen by anyone else, she will be through in this town and anywhere else I can hunt her down. I told her that I would hurt her any way I could, both legal and illegal. She laughed at me and said that our video was tame compared to some of the other stuff she's done, but she returned the original recordings to me and promised me she erased all the copies." Kathy and I have an unwritten understanding now. If I'm working at the computer at night and she summons me in a certain way, I drop everything to join her. And vice versa. If she's tired or has a headache or isn't in the mood when I am, I get to go to my computer and work or watch whatever I want, and she has no right to say anything. And vice versa. It's rare that I'm not in the mood, but when I am not and she is, I still try hard to accommodate her if I possibly can. The first time I didn't was late one night after an exhausting day at work. I didn't realize that I had dozed off. About a half-hour later, I woke up. The door to her office was open. From the bed, I saw her back as she was looking at the screen. Her body was shaking, and I heard the computer speakers. I knew exactly what she was watching, and my stomach began churning. I saw her slump in her chair and turn off the computer. After a few minutes, she got up and was humming happily and swaying like a drunk as she walked to the bathroom. Before the bathroom door closed, I caught a quick glimpse of her face as she turned on the light. It was bright red. So unless I'm so sick that I can't move, I always respond to her advances. It's either that or my stomach knotting up as I think about her watching my video birthday surprise on her computer. It's a horrible feeling, and unless I can't help it, I don't ever want to feel it again.