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This story was written with his help, guidance and critique...... He inspired Arc Light in his first writings.... and Arc Light appreciates his tender guidance.... ****** My wife Shelly began her journey of submission in a rather innocent way. In fact I'm partly responsible for my wife's introduction to the man responsible for my wife's total submission. It started innocently enough; or so I thought. My wife and I live in a very quiet suburb. My job as a manager in a computer company allows us to lead a very comfortable lifestyle. Shelly has never had to work; although she has taken several non paying jobs at our church. Our next door Dave is a very sought after professor of history. He is also in very good shape. Although handsome, athletic and dashing he also possesses another very desirable feature. He is the owner of a very impressive nine inch thick cock. Not only does he own such an impressive woman trainer; he uses the monster on a rather regular basis. Prior to my wife's initial introduction his home was filled by eager and willing coeds from his university. In fact, I'm afraid that what first attracted my wife's attention; is the continuous and frequent young coeds turning up at his front door. Although he was not overtly flagrant of his breeding practices the loud moans and whimpers of satisfaction traveling from his opened window during the quiet summer evenings made their way to our bed. Unfortunately those sounds were not being repeated in our bed. On my infrequent attempts at sexual satisfaction I found more often than not a very cold shoulder. When I was able to achieve arousal from my quiet and passive love-mate the sexual act was completed quickly. Although my sweet Shelly became expert at faking her orgasm the satisfaction was primarily mine and not Shelly's. Dave's second bedroom was directly across from the kitchen sink. He had set the bedroom up as an exercise room and had the latest equipment. Normally every morning around 08:30 AM after returning from his morning jog he spent the next hour working his upper body. Since there was no curtains in his exercise room my wife found herself constantly at the kitchen sink watching the lean specimen work out. His sweat covered pecks glistened off the soft covering of upper body hair. On several occasions I had noticed that my sexually repressed wife rub herself against the hard counter tops. As her eyes shut, she sensuously swayed against the hard surface until a serene calm came across her pretty face. On a particularly hot Sunday evening in August I asked if Dave would join us for a cook out. I was surprised that he eagerly accepted and was equally surprised that my sweet wife had became very agitated. Obviously I was unaware of the burning conflicts in my wife of nearly twenty years and brushed the comments aside. During the evening each of us had far too much to drink. I spent most of my time outside cooking the butterfly pork chops while Dave and my wife set the table and entertained themselves inside. I later discovered the extent of the entertainment........ After setting the table Shelly asked Dave to sit on the sofa. As he lowered his muscular body Shelly started to sit in the easy chair next to the sofa. As she started to lower herself in the chair Dave patted the sofa next to him and insisted she sit next to him. Although uncomfortable with the situation she gracefully lowered herself next to the muscular professor. He confidently let his arm slide around her petite shoulders and the two briefly discussed the insignificant current events of the day. The tone of the conversation quickly changed as Dave started his first move of seduction. He whispered how mature and beautiful my 40 year old wife was. How she was far more enchanting than the dim witted blonde bimbos that filled his several mandatory classes. Shelly blushed; and tried to scoot away. However the steel tight arms held her in place as his warn lips brushed against her perfect neck. He quietly licked her neck while her body was in a total blush. She could feel her pencil eraser sized nipples hardened against the cotton blouse. Prior to his arrival Shelly had removed her bra and slipped on a tight cotton shirt that she tied just under her still firm breasts. The tight white tennis shorts were the only cloth covering her hair lined tunnel of pleasure. She disparately tried to untangle herself from this potentially embarrassing position as I was less than fifty feet away in ignorant bliss on the deck preparing our feast. Dave, however was preparing his feast for the evening. Poor Shelly quietly sobbed while his right fingers grazed against the aroused and hardening right nipple. As she started to turn to remind him where he was his warm left hand found her bare left thigh and started it's agonizingly slow journey up Shelly's tight thigh. As Shelly's red painted lips softly opened to speak Dave's searching tongue softly caressed the pouting lips and silently slipped into Shelly's warm and inviting mouth. Shelly met the oral intruder and slightly turning, placed her arms around the broad and muscular shoulders as her tongue dueled with the invading tongue. Her soft moans increased as she felt the long fingers continue their journey up her now heated thighs until they reached the vortex of her love. Shelly nearly fainted as the index finger brushed against the hooded pleasure giver separated only by a thin wisp of her cotton shorts. Her searching tongue buried itself in Dave's mouth as he continued his stroking of her burning pussy lips. Her moans continued and she thrust herself against her tormentor as her sex produced a large quantity of woman creme coating the crotch of her tight shorts. My wife of twenty years was rapidly approaching her first orgasm of the night when I stumbled into the kitchen. Although I had no idea about the sexual excursion rapidly accelerating only feet from where I entered I managed to stumble and drop several utensils alerting the passionate couple. Shelly jumped up in near hysteria while Dave amusedly lifted himself up and walked out to the kitchen allowing his plaything to gather her wits and rearrange her distraught appearance. In total ignorance I welcomed Dave as he approached the refrigerator and retrieved another set of beers for each of us. My wife Shelly followed in several minutes and something seemed out of place but at the time I could not readily ascertain the burning ember that would envelop us all in the coming weeks and months. As we each set down for our meal I noticed that Dave had deliberately sit very close; much more than normal to my distraught wife. As the meal and the alcohol continued I provided most of the conversation while the other two members of the small intimate party contented themselves to an occasional acknowledgment. As I rambled on the searching fingers of our guest continued on their quest. As they softly caressed my wife's swollen pussy lips I could tell that my wife's face seemed very flush; but from my alcoholic state I was unable to determine the problem. Shortly thereafter I excused myself and started to clean the table. As I turned on the water I heard my wife moan loudly; her first of several orgasms that evening. However when I returned to the dining room she was merely leaning against the back of her chair; her eyes closed. In looking at Dave he had a very suspicious smile on his face and immediately jumped up and offered to help me clean the table. My wife excused herself and eventually returned to the living room to sit on the sofa while Dave and I completed the task of cleaning the dining room. Feeling the effects of the excessive alcohol I excused myself and stumbled up to Shelly's and my bed. Shelly said that she would be up as soon as she showed our guest out. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a log. Shelly walked Dave to the door but he gently closed the heavy door and asked Shelly to get him an after dinner brandy. Although apprehensive and nervous she hesitantly walked to the bar and produced a small sniffer of brandy. Nervously she handed the sniffer to Dave... As he drew the glass to his lips he casually ordered, "Take your blouse off. I want to see your little titties." My wife was at first shocked and anxiously looked towards the stairs to our bedroom. Looking into Dave's eyes she meekly replied, "Please you must leave. I have never been unfaithful to my husband." A quick sliver of anger shot through Dave's mind. He was not accustomed to receiving "no" for an answer. Controlling his anger he again gave his order, "Remove your blouse. Don't make me tell you again. If I can finger you to climax I can see your breasts." Shelly could sense the change in atmosphere. Lowering her eyes she slowly unbuttoned the three buttons holding the tied blouse together. Still looking to the floor she untied the tails of the blouse and quietly let the wrinkled blouse fall from her shoulders. Only then did she look towards Dave. Dave could sense his victory. He lost no time in giving his next command, "Lose the shorts." Totally submissive now Shelly unbuttoned the top button and unzipped the tight shorts and let them fall to the floor. Modestly she returned her gaze to the floor. No man other than I had ever seen her naked. I had taken her virginity nearly twenty years ago on our wedding day. Dave walked the few steps separating his latest conquest and whispered his next command, "Spread yourself for me." Obediently Shelly spread her long tanned legs. She could not look Dave in the face. Her alcohol fogged brain was rapidly becoming sober as her mind raced; What was she doing? She could not answer the internal question. Amused, Dave lowered his right index finger and rubbed the tip against the wet pussy folds of my wife. The two mounds were molded together as Shelly's woman creme coated each of the two swollen hair covered lips. A smile appeared on Dave's face as his finger felt the moisture coating his finger. He brought the digit to my wife's lips and applied the wet coating over her red lipstick. Her head was still lowered. "Only a true slut would be standing naked in front of a man she had just met," stated Dave. Mockingly he continued stating the obvious; "Are you a slut?" Searching for words, for a justification of her situation she meekly sobbed, "I am a slut." "Do you fuck anybody but your husband, little slut?" questioned Dave. "No," was her meek reply. "From now on the only cock you will allow in your holes will be mine; (and ominously), those men I chose to let fuck your worthless body," was the firm reply. Although humiliated, Shelly meekly looked up and begged, "Will you fuck me now?" Laughing at my wife's subservience he gave his cruel answer, "You have not earned the right to be fucked. I don't have class until noon tomorrow. After Al goes to work you may come to my home. Dress appropriately. I may fuck you." Dave then turned and walked the few steps to his home leaving my wife standing naked in the living room with her wetness streaming down her long tanned legs. Humiliated and not understanding the total control that the Professor of History had over her she quietly joined me in our martial bed. Shelly's First Six Months - Part II By Arc Light (See Acknowledgment Priorto Part 1) As I slept peacefully through the long dark to another day of corporate intrigue. However, the intrigue that my heretofore faithful wife was planning was beyond my comprehension. Tonight poor Shelly tossed and turned the entire evening. She had never cheated on me and tonight was a truly mind altering experience for my beautiful wife. The next morning I woke and went through the twenty year ritual of shower, shave and bodily functions. As I straightened my tie I noticed my Shelly spending an extraordinary amount of time in front of her make up dresser. She seemed to be putting on an extra heavy amount of make up for so early in the morning. Thinking no more about it I headed out the door as I had for the last twenty years and sped away poking through her closet she picked out the clothes that I especially bought for her for our long forgotten week-end fantasy get away. Sitting at her night table she pulled on the sheer black seamed hose; carefully hooking the tops to the garter clasps at the top. Pushing her 34B firm breasts together with a wonder bra she admired herself in the mirror. For a lady of 40 years old she still could turn a man's eye. The next stop at her closet brought out a tight, short black leather mini skirt. Putting on a white silk blouse she gingerly tucked the blouse into the leather skirt. She then pulled out a pair of four inch black patent heels which she carefully slipped on her delicate feet. Brushing her light brown hair over her shoulders she caught herself in the full length mirror and subtly smiled to herself. "Yes; she has dressed appropriately," she thought to herself. Before she her inner conscience reminded her that she was married; married for twenty years; she hurried down the stairs and rapidly walked the few steps to Dave's front door. Softly knocking on the heavy door she nervously looked around the sleepy neighborhood. Luckily for my horny wife there were no neighbors enjoying their morning walks. Becoming anxious she finally stopped knocking and twisted the gold door knob letting herself into the spacious room of the Professor that lived next door. The Professor was leisurely lounging on the sofa. He was stark naked and when he saw my beautiful Shelly his nine inch cock started hardening. He however realized that he had no choice but to resist his arousal if he was to completely mold the sexy and eager housewife that had presented herself to him as his prize; his prize pussy. The Professor effortlessly rose and walked to where my wife was transfixed to his rapidly hardening beautiful cock. He could sense her uneasiness; her anxiety and her trepidation. She trembled as he approached. "I see that you have dressed like a little whore. Do you dress like a tramp every morning Mrs. Penman?" questioned the Professor. "I dress this way only for my mentor," she quickly retorted. Amused at the quick response Dave put his hands on my wife's shoulders and gently turned her to face the door. Picking up a black scarf he wrapped the silk cloth around my wife's blue eyes. Tying the blindfold in the back he let his hands fall drop to my wife's hard nipples and gently caress the ends. A soft moan escaped her painted red lips. Backing away from the alluring Shelly the Professor slipped into an easy chair. "Turn around; tell me what you think your husband would think of his wife if he could see her," questioned Dave. Shelly slowly turned and faced his voice. She was visibly trembling and could not contemplate what I would have thought. She quietly moaned, "I'm not sure. He still trusts me." "When I make you mine I will mark you. Everyone will know that you are my little whore. Does that worry you?" continues the Professor's questioning. Deprived of her sight my wife stood trembling in front of a man she barely knew; a man who had confidently told her that he was going to mark her; mark her as his whore. As the last thought echoed throughout her brain she felt the first dampness in the black silk panties drip from her tunnel of pleasure. Regardless of how she felt; she realized that there was no retreat. She had irrevocably passed the point of no return. Her tight body was becoming more aroused by the second. She could not be deprived of Dave's magnificent prick this morning. She had endured in anguish all night waiting to be with Dave; anticipating the nine inch cock drilling into her moistening pussy. Her rock hard nipples thrust against the silk blouse, reaching out to be caressed by his strong hands. "Unbutton your blouse," came the simple order. Shelly immediately allowed her fingers to separate the buttons from the eyelet's on her silk blouse. When the buttons were undone she pulled apart the blouse exposing her black bra covered breasts. The nipples were peaking out above the top of the bra and her tongue teased her lips enticingly. She sensuously swayed her hips attempting to encourage a response from Dave. As Shelly's mind was fighting to make sense of her current situation Dave gave his next command. "Remove your blouse." Shelly, still blindfolded pulled the blouse from the waist band of the tight leather mini skirt. Unbuttoning the sleeves she lets the silk garment fall to the floor. Here, was my wife standing in front of her new lover; her blouse by her feet; her eyes blindfolded; and her sweet pussy dripping precious woman fluid. She did not hear Dave get up and walk to my dear Shelly. When he reached out and caressed her hard nipples she let out a small gasp. However, she stood completely still and let her acquaintance of less than 24 hours manipulate her breasts. Even though blindfolded she closed her eyes as she felt the woman dew drip from her aroused woman hole. The sticky fluid formed in the black lace panties and unconsciously she let her long beautiful legs slowly open. Her master, Dave noticed the subtle movement. He had initiated many women into his lair and he was amused how easy he had captured the passionate affection and wiliness to humiliate herself as he had my dear wife Shelly. As he continued his near brutal hard manipulation of Shelly's breasts the doorbell broke the silence. Catching Shelly by complete surprise she turned her head and instantly realized her blindfold still blocked her vision. Dave retraced the several steps back to his easy chair and gave my wife her next order; "Remove your blindfold and show my guest in." Apprehensively Shelly removed her blindfold and let it drop to where her blouse was crumpled at her feet. Slowly she walked to the door and taking a big breath opened the heavy oak door. As the door swung open she looked up to the giant waiting on the far side of the door. Mike Dunbar, professor of the Forestry Department, was a giant of a man. Standing nearly six foot eight inches high he weighed nearly two hundred seventy pounds and not a single pound was fat. His blond hair, blue eyes and huge muscles had broken many a coeds heart. "Well, well. What do we have here?" questioned Mike as he looked past my partially clad wife into the living room and the seated and smug colleague. Dave gracefully rose and walked the short distance to the door and smiled at his colleague. "I would like to introduce you to Mrs. Al Penman. She is my next door neighbor and she came over this morning to receive an early morning fucking," he stated matter of factly. The embarrassment that my poor wife felt was nearly overwhelming. Her entire body blushed at such a harsh statement. As she meekly stood between the two large men Mike showed himself in and tweaked her elongated nipples as he brushed by the mortified wife. Dave, noticing the morbid embarrassment that my wife was feeling gave her his next command. "When a guest enters my home I expect you to greet him. Give Mike one of your famous tongue kisses to welcome him to my home Mrs. Penman." He emphasized the Mrs. Penman realizing the knife that he was putting into my heretofore faithful wife. Shelly understood that she had no alternatives. She encased his muscular shoulders with her lean arms and pulled her tight body against his massive frame as she inserted her sweet tasting tongue into his oral chamber. He allowed her tongue to explore his mouth while he reached behind the older woman and firmly placed his hands on her taunt asscheeks. He pulled my wife forward against his massive hardening cock. Shelly could instantly feel the rock solid man muscle as he tightened his grip on her leather covered ass cheeks. After several minutes of the passionate kissing Shelly felt his strong hands on her shoulders and she opened her eyes to see a leering Mike Dunbar. He slowly pushed my wife to her knees and she desperately looked up into Dave's sparkling eyes. "Do It!" came the simple command from her lover. Hesitantly she reached for the large belt buckle and once removed she expertly unbuttoned the one button on the blue jeans. As she unzipped the Levis Mike smugly looked down at my wife on her knees with her dark blue eyes looking pleadingly for compassion. Her eyes refocused as the huge log flopped out hitting her heavily made up face. The shaft was nearly eight inches long and was as thick as her forearm. "I expect you to swallow Mrs. Penman," mocks the forester as he smiles at Dave who has assumed a comfortable position allowing him a full view of his newest plaything. She wrapped her delicate lips around the huge log and stretching her mouth was able to barely get in the thick head. Struggling she used both hands and finally was able to force her lips around the huge purple club. Mike, enjoying the efforts of the struggling wife turned to his friend. "How did such a delightful morsel cum your way?" he questioned. Dave, also enjoying the efforts of my struggling wife to force more of the man cock into her warm and willing mouth recanted the story. "I was simply invited over for supper last night. As I sit on the sofa the good Mrs. Penman wanted to play vixen so I started caressing those tightlittle breasts. When I kissed her I started fingering her tight little cunt. It was so tight that her shit head of a husband must not fuck her once a month. The little tramp must have cum five times during the evening; and all I ever did was finger fuck her little twat. Her husband got drunk and finally left to go to bed. When he went to bed I fingered her some more and when I left told the little bitch I may fuck her if she looked presentable enough. And, so now you know how the good Mrs. Al Penman came to be on her knees sucking your dick." My poor Shelly, on her knees in front of the giant felt humiliated by the coarse dialogue outlining her journey into submission. Although mortified; there was another emotion racing throughout her aroused body. That emotion was pent up and complete sexual abandonment. Although she should feel disgraced and ashamed my wife's only desire was for the two assembled men to totally ravish her aching body. As her story of disgrace was discussed between the two enthralled men she sucked the long hard cock for all she was worth. The feeling of the hard manhood drove her on and each time she fondled the hard weapon she felt the flow of her feminine dew coat her panties and run down the inside of her thighs. As her oral lovemaking continued she felt Mike start to thrust against her eager mouth and tensed as he grabbed the back of her head and pulled it forward lodging another two inches of the hard log into her mouth. Spreading her legs for greater balance she sucked on the huge cock until she felt the final shudder immediately before her mouth become engorged with an enormous discharge of salty man cum. Attempting to swallow the warm liquid she gulped the fluid down as the pressure on the back of her head increased even more. Try as she might the sticky fluid found its escape and dripped down the side of her mouth falling in sticky streams to the top of her lace covered breasts. As she felt the warm liquid coat her nipples and continue it's journey down her tight stomach she felt her own cunt spasm and allow her own orgasm explode. As she fell backwards, coming to rest on her firm tight asscheeks she allowed the sweet sensation to encompass her total body. She could not explain how she could have suck a tremendous climax and have not even touched her dripping pussy. Her eyes closed and the two men smiled at each other. Yes, Dave's newest addition to lust would work very well for their many planned and unplanned excursions down a long and dark road of total subservience for my beautiful and passionate wife. After what seemed an eternity Dave finally spoke, "Mike and I want breakfast. Go fix it and lose the fucking skirt. You won't need it the rest of the day." As Shelly pulled herself up her hands were already reaching for the button and zipper to the black leather mini skirt. Walking past the two men Shelly could not bring herself to look into their dancing eyes. She could not understand herself what has drawn her to the menacing Dave but she knows that her first lesson would certainly lead her to more and more degradation. Her mind could not only accept that but actually coveted the next step in her journey. The two men's eyes followed my wife as she stepped out of the mini skirt and made her way to the kitchen. Her tight buns and supple figure were already tightening the hard cocks of the two men. Yes; they would enjoy the rest of the day. Shelly's First Six Months - Part III By Arc Light (See Acknowledgment Before Part 1) As Dave's and Mike's eyes followed the firm black lace covered buttocks of my wife to the kitchen each had a surge of hardness in their massive man organs. Even though Mike had just received a world class blow job his long cock pushed against his blue jeans. After several minutes the men joined my semi nude wife in the kitchen as she prepared their breakfast. When finished Shelly carefully placed the plate of ham and eggs in front of Mike first since he was the guest. As she leaned over the table she felt Dave's confident hands caress her tight ass. Trying to ignore the pleasurable sensation she stepped away to retrieve Dave's breakfast. For her action she received a hard punishing slap against her lace covered ass cheeks. "Don't ever walk away from me when I am playing with you. Do you understand Mrs. Penman?" stated Dave harshly. All my wife could do was acknowledge her mistake, "I'm sorry," as she handed Dave his meal. Shelly was completely embarrassed by her situation. Before last night she had been the perfect and faithful wife; less than twenty four hours later she was standing nearly naked in front of two men she barely knew; one of which she had just given a blow job. As she lost herself in the self absorbed questions she received another slap on her reddened ass cheeks. "Come here and spread for me," ordered Dave. Embarrassed my wife meekly presented herself and looking towards the floor gently spread her long tanned legs. Dave, temporarily leaving his breakfast let his fingers start at her left knee and let his hand slowly creep up her black hose covered leg. His hand moved at an agonizingly slow pace as he felt his married plaything tremble at his every touch. Amused he let the fingers retrace their journey several times before finally brushing the blood engorged pussy lips. A soft moan escaped her lips as Shelly felt the fingers brush against the hard little orb. As her sex throbbed she felt the reappearance of woman dew coat the crotch of her black lace panties. Her eyes closed and she continued to subtlety widen her stance to allow greater access to her pussy hole. Mike, amused at the gross fondling of the married housewife, finally had to excuse himself. "Although you have been a gracious hose my dear friend I must be getting to my class." As he rose he took Shelly's chin in his huge paw and gave her a deep passionate tongue kiss. Forcing himself to break the kiss he looked into her deep blue eyes and gave my wife a subtle good bye, "I have a large number of senior foresters coming to my cabin next week; maybe I will borrow you from my friend Dave." Mike then turned and left winking at Dave who continued to fondle my wife's dripping pussy. When the door closed behind his fellow colleague Dave let his strong hand travel to my wife's reddened and tender asscheeks. As his index finger snuck into the deep crevice he asked my wife another humiliating question, "Has your wimp of a husband fucked you in your ass?" Unnerved by the absence of the pleasure giving digit against her pouting pussy lips she became unsettled by the direct question. "My husband has never taken me there. I am too tight; I'm afraid that it would hurt me too much." "So you are still cherry in your asshole my dear Mrs. Penman?" continued the questioning Dave. "Please...... Don't ask me again. Please fuck me with your magnificent cock," pleaded my aroused wife. Rising, Dave looked into my wife's eyes, "I am going to work out. Come to me in forty five minutes and you may rub me down. Maybe you will even get lucky," mocked my wife's new master. When Dave got to his mini gym he exercised like a man possessed; straining each muscle group. Shortly he was covered in a deep wet sweat and he continued to push. Promptly, forty five minutes later my dear Shelly gently knocked at the door. "I'm not ready yet. Wait in the hall; when I'm ready to fuck you I will call you," came the punishing order. Shelly, her pussy continuing to drip waited in the hall like a mare waiting for a stallion to mount her. Her psychic had been shattered ever since arriving. Desperately she wanted Dave's long and powerful nine inch cock. She craved the magnificent organ; she would humble herself; prostitute herself; anything if she could have her pussy filled by the imposing monster. Dave made the married housewife tremble at the door waiting for the opportunity to enter the room. As he cooled down from the work out he let his mind drift; seeking more and more ways to mold the waiting married woman into his total sex plaything. Finally, his cock aching he called to Shelly; "You may enter." Hurriedly my wife entered the work out room and walked to the long bench where Dave was sitting; stark naked with his handsome cock hanging over the side of the bench. "How small is your husband's manhood?" questioned Dave. Shelly was again caught unaware. Thinking that she was entering the room to be pleasured by her new lover he forced her to recall her infidelity. "Al's cock is a little over four inches." My wife was mocked by the laughter of her lover. "No wonder you want my cock. Your husband must be hung like a pencil," he continued to ridicule Shelly started to come to the defense of my manhood; but decided that her need superseded the defense of my manhood. She merely lowered her eyes and stared at Dave's large cock. Dave, knew that he had made his point with the married tramp eagerly eyeing his man weapon. He turned on the bench and laid flat on his stomach. Bringing his feet to rest on the twenty four inch wide board he gave his next order to my dripping wife, "You may give me a rub down now." Shelly straddled the bench which was about three feet off the ground. She placed her knees on both sides of his sweat covered ass and started rubbing the massive shoulder muscles. Her fingers kneaded the muscles bringing a relaxed serene calm to my wife's lover. As he let his mind drift he gave her the next degrading order, "Mrs. Penman. KISS MY ASS." My wife was again caught totally unprepared for the order. She hesitated; unsure of her reaction. Dave, angered at the hesitation again gave the order, "Mrs. Penman, you can caress my ass with your tongue or you can get your cheating ass out of my house. Whatever you choose to do; do it now." Broken, Shelly slid down the sweat covered legs and gently kissed one asscheek and then let her lips skip to the second muscled buttock. She was glad she could not see Dave's sneering face as she continued to kiss the muscled cheeks. "Now Mrs. Penman; use your tongue. Make me feel it," came the next obvious degrading command. Shelly, my wife of twenty years, lowered her head and sticking out the tip of her tongue found the wrinkled winking eye of her lover's muscle. She did not hesitate; she knew that hesitation would bring rebuke and further humiliation. After entering the dark chamber Dave let his muscles relax as my wife's tongue penetrated deeper and deeper. As she felt Dave become accustomed to her searching tongue she gently reached beneath the thrusting ass and let her fingers encase the solid love muscle. At first she could not comprehend the hardness; the thickness of his muscular cock. She could feel the throbbing veins on the outer surface as she buried her tongue deep into his asshole. As she continued thrusting her face against the sweat soaked masculine ass cheeks she stroked the never ending length of nine inch solid manhood. She felt his strong legs envelop her shoulders and pull her deeper and deeper into the dark passage. Dave's loud almost primal release deposited a never ending discharge on the varnished bench. After what seemed an eternity he released his legs from the backs of her shoulders and gracefully twisted around and sit facing my prone wife. She looked up from the bench into his eyes; her make up and hair in shambles. Her long hair was falling in her face. "Lick it up. I may give you what you want if you beg me for it," continued the dominant order. Totally broken Shelly crawled the short distance to the massive blob of man cum and looking into Dave's eyes thrust her tongue forward and licked up the discharge from the varnished bench. Dave, amazed at my wife's total subservience, watched in awe as she licked every drop of his discharge. As her tongue darted out for another load she looked up to his dark eyes; teasing him with every movement. The effect of seeing this married tramp, prone before his out stretched legs lick his discharge at his command caused his cock to harden rapidly. By the time my wife had finished her latest humiliating order his cock was again at full erection. "Please fuck me. I have obeyed you," begged my dear Shelly to her new lover. Dave scooted forward and inserted his index finger into Shelly's now soaked and dripping black lace panties. As he easily inserted his finger up to the first knuckle into her moist pussy my wife nearly passed out. The pleasure that resulted from the simple finger fucking nearly short circuited Shelly's fragile being. Dave then laid back on the bench and gave his mare the next order. "Pull your panties to the side. You may impale your twitching pussy on my cock; BUT ONLY TO THE LENGTH OF YOUR WIMP HUSBAND. WHEN YOU HAVE RECEIVED THE COCK THAT YOU NORMALLY RECEIVE YOU MUST TELL ME. Do you understand Mrs. Penman?" came the brutal stipulation. Like the mare in the field all my Shelly could understand was that at long last she was to receive the beautiful cock of her new lover. Eagerly she knee walked along the bench and when she reached her lover she pulled the sopping black lace panties to one side and gently; very gently inserted the dark purple head of the thick and long cock into the opening of her sex. The hardness; the thickness was unlike her prior fucking by me; her husband of two decades. Unfortunately my hardness was fleeting at times. My humble four inches were the most I could insert............ As each inch was carefully folded into her eager pussy she could feel the throbbing manhood as the blood surged through the thick veins. My dear Shelly was totally filled; unlike anytime in our twenty years of marriage. As she moaned and pleaded for her lover to be gentle he continually thrusted when she was trying to adjust to the huge club being force fed into her delicate and burning woman tunnel. At long last; the insertion equaled four inches; albeit four inches of rock solid thick manhood. "Have we reached the point where your shithead husband could reach Mrs. Penman?" questioned Dave. In total arousal Shelly could only moan; "Oh God Yes. You are as deep as Al could ever reach. Please I need more........... More, Dear God More...... " Shelly continued to beg for more of her lover's cock. Dave had given my wife what she craved but if she wanted more of the golden rod she would have to pay for it with her tight body...... and her total soul. "I will give you more Mrs. Penman. But you will give me more. You will give me your last remaining cherry.... You will give me your brown cherry. You sweet little ass... Refuse me and I'll send your sorry ass home to Mr. Shithead," Dave stated as he humbled my begging wife. "Oh god. Please not that. I will give you my soul. But you would KILL ME with your huge cock. Please..... Please God not that. Don't fuck me in my ass; I could never take you," begged my distraught wife. As she continued to beg she attempted to insert more of Dave's cock into her tight pussy chamber. However Dave, like always was one step ahead of my writhing wife. He placed his muscular hands on her hips and firmly held her hips; not allowing her to thrust her cock filled pussy down on his huge cudgel. Frantically, desperately Shelly attempted at greater insertion of man cock. As the limited insertion became impossible to increase Shelly lowered her tear stained face into Dave's leering face and simply nodded. Dave, relishing his total and complete victory wanted still more from my frantic wife. "Beg me to fuck your brown cherry hole. Beg me to stick my cock up your ass." Looking into his eyes she responded with her sultry voice; "Please, you may take my cherry asshole. Please, anything you wish. But fuck me NOW. I NEED YOUR COCK SO BAD. PLEASE FUCK MEEEEEEEE......." With total subservience achieved Dave removed his hands from Shelly's hips and pulled her heaving thighs down on his massive cock in one stroke. The animalistic scream from my wife nearly broke the windows. As her pussy struggled to adjust to the complete insertion of nine fantastic inches into her pussy chamber she grabbed Dave's face and pulled him to her breasts. Dave's mouth opened immediately and sucked the blood engorged nipples into his mouth. His teeth scraped against the hard nipples and Shelly could feel the skin being scraped as she felt his cockhead touch the outer folds of her cervix. No man had ever entered my wife this deep, especially her husband. The pleasure was nearly unbearable for my wife as she bucked against the pleasure producing steel rod. The first of several orgasms hit my Shelly as Dave thrust his muscle bound buttocks off the bench and lifted the consumed housewife off the bench. During his final thrust he bit down on the tender and scraped nipple and brought blood to his lips. As my wife spasmed above him his second blast of man cum coated her torn pussy chute. The salty liquid burned the bruised and stretched pussy hole. Dave then laid back on the bench and allowed Shelly to continue to milk her next three orgasms on the now deflating manhood. Eventually.... an eternity later Shelly slid down his muscular body and laid on the floor next to her lover. When her pussy allowed the manhood to escape the black lace panties snapped back over the stretched opening and caught the massive discharge of white sticky man cum. When Dave had regained his wind he sit up and brought his legs over the edge of the bench. "Clean Me." was the simple and direct order. My poor exhausted wife drug her sore and exhausted body to a sitting position. She felt Dave's hands around the back of her head and allowed her face to be drug to the still dripping cock head. Once he smeared the discharge on her face she opened her lips to lick the organ clean. Once she accomplished her task she looked up for her next command. "You will not change your panties. When I get back from class I want to smell you. I want to smell your juices. For the rest of the day every time you leak my fluid you will remember that you belong to me. Tonight, I will take your brown cherry. Then you will truly be mine," Dave continued. My wife, on her haunches with Dave's cum staining her beautiful face merely acknowledged his last testament. As Dave finished dressing and walked out his front door my wife could feel his cum dripping out the sides of her black lace panties. She felt her ass tighten as she feared the taking of her brown cherry. It would be terribly tight; but the reward of giving her cherry to her lover would make it worth it. TO BE CONTINUED.. TAKING OF THE CHERRY *************************************************************** If you would like to read more of Arc Light's excellent stories then please visit the Arc Light Archive at: www.voicenet.com/~cgstorys/cgstorys.html Enjoy!!! *************************************************************** If you enjoyed this story then please email me and I will pass on appropriate comments to the author. If you have any suggestions for a story then please email. CGStories@AOL.COM ***************************************************************