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Archive name: husband4.txt (Mdom/FM, swingers)
Authors name: Alcibade (Address Defunct)
Story title : Husband - Part 4

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HUSBAND (Part 4)
By Alcibade

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"Now that wasn't so bad, was it, Peter? A little semen 
down the throat and in the stomach never hurt anyone. 
Now take your panties off, Linda, and give them to your 
husband. Peter, rinse them in some warm water, then 
come and clean me up."

I stepped out of my panties and handed them to my 
husband. As Peter left the room, Charles motioned for 
me to approach him. I stopped between his splayed, open 
legs. His semi-erect cock lay to the side, still 
glistening with my saliva.

"Kneel down, Linda."

I did as I was told, my hands on the tops of my thighs, 
and waited.

"You realize, of course, that you will have the most 
difficult task over the next few days. My role comes 
easily and naturally, and remains the same. You, on the 
other hand, will need to switch from one role to 
another. You know what I expect of you, and I have no 
doubt that you will satisfy those expectations. What 
your husband expects from you, however, is another 
matter. Do you think you can provide what he needs, 
Linda?"

"A female dominant?"

"Of course. But one who submits to me. Well?"

I thought for a moment. I'd had dominant fantasies, but 
had never really "acted" on them, as well as submissive 
ones. The entire frame of mind to each, however, was so 
different that I was not so sure I could easily slip 
from one to the other.

"I don't know. I'll try."

He shrugged. "That's all we can ask of you," he said, 
as Peter returned to the room.

Charles motioned for him to kneel next to me.

"Go ahead. Clean me, Peter."

Peter reached forward and began to wipe Charles' cock 
with my wet panties. Even Peter's hands, which were 
much larger than mine, looked small as they worked on 
Charles' penis.

"That's very nice, Peter. Now I'd like you to go up and 
have a seat on the bed in the master bedroom. Linda 
will be up in a little bit. Just sit quietly until she 
gets there. Oh, and by the way, it's time we establish 
the proper dress code around here. Peter, I want you 
nude at all times, beginning from the time when you get 
to the bedroom. Linda, I want you wearing a dress at 
all times, but you may never wear any undergarments. 
This applies so long as we are here at home. I'll 
decide what we will all wear when we go out 
socializing. You may run along now, Peter."

With Peter gone, Charles leaned forward and took my 
hands in his.

"I trust you have the items that I asked you to 
purchase?"

I nodded.

"Good. When you go up to Peter, these are the things 
I'd like you to say and do. You may embellish them if 
you like, so long as my basic instructions are 
followed."

I listened to Charles' "instructions," then slowly 
stood to go up to Peter. As I was about to turn, 
Charles suddenly rose and took both my wrists in his 
left hand. He spun me around and away from him. 
Releasing my wrists, he put his left hand on the back 
of my neck and forcibly bent me forward until my head 
was just a bit lower than my waist. I put my hands on 
my knees to steady myself. His right hand threw my 
skirt up and over my back. It then moved down into the 
cleft of my buttocks. He suddenly thrust four fingers 
into my cunt, and his thumb into my ass, in one quick 
and electrifying motion. I couldn't stop the 
embarrassing little squeal his double penetration 
forced from my lips. As his hand held me by my bottom 
like that, he once again began to talk.

"Enjoy your time with your husband, little girl. But 
don't forget who owns you now," he said. As he spoke, 
his hand pushed me forward. I had to release my knees, 
then catch my forward fall with both my hands on the 
floor, while my ass, held in both orifices by his 
probing fingers, pointed up into the air. My god, but 
it was an embarrassing and humiliating position! I 
could feel my cheeks burn crimson and the blood rush to 
my head.

"Everyone should contemplate life from this position, I 
think.
We all need to be reminded occasionally of what 
servitude means in practical terms. And I think I'd 
like especially to hear from your own lips how it is 
you understand your own. Tell me what it is you want, 
Linda."

I closed my eyes and, rising and falling on tiptoe, 
began to push my ass up toward his fingers.

"I want you fuck me, to fuck my mouth and my cunt and 
my ass, day and night, Charles. I want you to use me. I 
want that cock, like a sledgehammer, to pound me to 
tears. And I want to watch you fuck my husband like a 
girl, to put his ass on, like putting on a tight boot, 
over your cock, and to see your cum dripping from his 
little, red, distended ass-hole. I want.."

"Well, well," Charles interrupted. "We certainly wax 
poetic when we're horny, don't we? There's nothing like 
a little good, old-fashioned lust to bring out the 
Emily Dickinson in all of us."

His fingers suddenly withdrew. There was a resounding 
"slap," as his hand smacked my ass hard, sending me 
further forward and onto my knees. My rear stung and I 
fought back a small sob.

"There is poetry in pain and punishment, too, Linda. 
Don't overlook how profound and fundamental cruelty is. 
Believe it or not, the dividing line between it and 
love is blurred and indistinct. Those who would have us 
believe otherwise are shallow people. They propagate 
their own cruelties with great abandon, call it love, 
then smugly denounce those whose honesty holds a mirror 
before them that they dare not look into."

He reached down and gently pulled my skirt down and 
over my ass. A hand touched my head, rested for a 
moment, then was gone.

"Go to your husband. I'll follow in a bit. Enjoy 
yourself."

I stood up and rubbed my smarting backside. Charles 
went into the kitchen and I heard the refrigerator door 
open as I went up the stairs.

I stopped at the top of the stairs for a moment to 
compose myself. I "switched gears" mentally, took a few 
deep breaths, then turned the corner and entered our 
bedroom.

Peter sat, naked, on the edge of the bed.

"So," I asked, "having a good time, husband?"

He shrugged sheepishly, but I could tell he had been 
masturbating from the pre-cum smeared on his large, 
hard cock poking up from his lap.

I put my hands on my hips and looked him up and down.

"My god, you're sexy, darling," I said. "Do you have 
any idea how often I've fantasized about other men 
fucking you? Charles will be coming up in a little bit 
to do just that. I can hardly believe it. But you're 
not just going to let him do it because it turns me on, 
are you?"

I moved in front of him and firmly squeezed the tip of 
his penis in my fingers.

"Nope, you're also going to do it because you're so 
goddamn turned on and curious, you can hardly stand it. 
Just think about it! Another man's cock all the way up 
inside that cute little butt of yours. And not just any 
old cock, either. You saw and felt how big he was! 
Jesus, I'm creaming just thinking about the sight! He 
hasn't fucked me there, yet, but you have. Let me tell 
you something: it's gonna hurt, Peter. It's gonna hurt 
a lot. But it gets better. In fact, it gets so much 
better; you're not going to believe it. Trust me on 
this," I said, squeezing his cockhead so hard he 
grimaced for a second.

"Charles sent me up to help get you, dear husband, all 
nice and ready for him. He said he wants to butt-fuck 
you with no hassles or impediments. It's going to be my 
job to get you as accessible as possible for him, 
darling."

I patted his cheek then leaned down and licked his 
lips.

"Now get up on the bed, facing me, on your hands and 
knees."

Peter got up on the bed and knelt down, his hands and 
elbows on the edge of the bed and his ass in the air 
behind. I savored the sight for a moment, then went to 
the closet and into the little bag of goodies Charles 
had sent me to purchase.

I removed a fairly large black dildo, maybe seven or 
eight inches long and two inches in diameter. Peter 
kept his eyes on me the whole time.

"Suck on it for me, Peter," I said, gently using the 
tip to toy with his lips. He opened his mouth and took 
it in. The contrast between his pink lips and the fat, 
black cock-shaped dildo, was amazingly erotic. Holding 
his chin and looking into his eyes, I began to fuck his 
mouth with it. Now, as many times in the past, I 
wondered what it was like to be a man and have a cock; 
what the sensation was like. It must be so strange! 
After having my way with his mouth, I slowly withdrew 
its glistening length. I patted the top of his head.

"That was very nice, darling. You make a marvelous 
cock-sucker," I said dreamily. I took a bottle of my 
hand-cream from the dresser and moved up on the bed 
behind Peter. I knelt down and squirted some into my 
palm. I warmed it for a second, then pressed a coated 
finger to his anus and slowly inserted it. He was 
tight, and the ring of his ass clung to my finger. 
Peter only shivered slightly as I withdrew it.

After coating the dildo with cream, and adding more to 
the crack of his ass, I placed the tip at his hole and 
began slowly to push.

"Peter," I said. "Push back and out with your 
sphincter. Your shoulder muscles are all bunched up, 
too. Try to relax. It's not so bad if you just open up 
to it."

The head of the dildo entered in a quick little jerk, 
then I slowly began to rotate it as I inserted it 
deeper. Peter was moaning just a bit, and pushing his 
hips and ass up to meet it. The sight and the idea of 
fucking my husband has always been a turn-on for me.

Using my left hand to fuck him with the rubber cock, I 
reached my right hand, the palm of which was full of 
soft cream, around and under his belly. I grabbed his 
hard-on and began to masturbate him in rhythm with the 
fucking motion of the dildo in my left hand. It didn't 
take too long, but Peter began to do all the work 
himself. He'd move his ass up, impaling himself on the 
dildo, then forward into my creamy palm in a rocking 
motion, back and forth, back and forth...

I withdrew my hand and patted his tight ass. Moving 
back a bit, I contemplated the glorious sight of my 
husband on his hands and knees, the end of a nice black 
dildo peeking out between his cheeks, his cute balls 
nestled just below and between his spread thighs. I 
masturbated for just a moment, quickly frigging my clit 
with my right hand.

"Don't move, Peter," I said. I got off the bed and 
rummaged again through the bag. I found what I was 
looking for and held it up in front of Peter's semi-
focused eyes: another rubber penis, this time attached 
to the inside of a leather gag. Only about half as long 
as the one now in his ass, this one was much thicker 
around the base.

"Open up and take it, Peter," I commanded, putting it 
to his mouth. He did as he was told, taking its full 
length all the way into his mouth and to the back of 
his throat; his lips were stretched wide around the 
base. I pushed the last few inches in, then fastened 
the didlo\gag around his head tightly in the back.

I put my hands on my hips and enjoyed my handiwork.

"All husbands should be so lucky, darling. Both holes 
plugged, stretched and full!" I said with an evil grin. 
Peter closed his eyes and put his head down on the bed.

A voice came suddenly from the doorway.

"I agree. Peter is a very lucky husband," Charles said. 
He was leaning against the door, eating an apple. He 
had a thumb tucked haughtily in the waste band of his 
jeans.

I stood in front of Peter and waited as Charles 
leisurely ate his apple. I noticed the dildo in Peter's 
ass was coming out just a bit, so I reached behind him 
and gently pushed it back in all the way. Another 
little moan came from his nose.

"Gratification delayed is so much sweeter," Charles 
said as he moved toward us. "I believe it would be 
appropriate for you to see your pretty wife have a turn 
first, Peter."

As Charles took me by my shoulders and turned me away 
from my husband, then bent me over the dresser directly 
across from Peter's face, he started singing Carley 
Simon's "Anticipation."

He grabbed the bottle of hand cream, turned and handed 
it to Peter, then unzipped his pants and pulled his 
erection out.

"I think your wife would appreciate it if you did a 
good job getting me ready, Peter," he said, waiting. 
Peter squirted some in his palm and coated Charles' 
cock. "That's good. We wouldn't want to have that pink 
little hole of hers permanently damaged, would we?"

I felt Charles' hands on my ass, spreading them wide. 
He kicked my feet wider apart, and then I felt the 
insistent pressure of his cock at my anus. I began to 
push against it, slowly at first, then with more 
determination. I knew if I could just get past the 
initial penetration of his huge glans, it probably 
wouldn't be too bad. The pain was beginning to come 
like a dull ache from my bottom. I closed my eyes, 
gritted my teeth, and pushed back even harder. There 
was a sudden "popping" sensation, and he entered in a 
rush. The groan from deep in my belly was loud and 
long. The shaft kept sliding up into me, up and up and 
up.. My god, I couldn't believe I was taking so much; 
there had to be an end to it. Finally, his hips touched 
my buttocks and he stopped for a bit. I didn't move and 
held my breath, the pain at my rear now fiery and 
burning.

"Got a good view, Peter? I'd say I'm about as far up 
your wife's ass as anybody's ever been."

He suddenly leaned forward on my back, cupped my 
breasts through my dress, and whispered in my ear.

"Don't fight it, Linda. Be a good little girl and 
submit to it. And don't forget all the sensations of 
your little ass-fuck, wifey, since I'm sure you'll want 
to remember them when you watch your husband take it 
just like you're about to."

He leaned up, put his hands on my shoulders and began 
to fuck me. Slowly at first, he would pull out until I 
could feel the tug of his crown against my sphincter, 
then push up into the depths of my belly. I turned my 
head and glanced at Peter, watching us. Our eyes locked 
for a moment, and I could visualize the sight he was 
afforded. His wife bent over the dresser, dress hiked 
up, legs spread, Charles bent over me, slamming up 
faster now into my ass, his balls slapping against my 
groin and cunt. I reached down and began to masturbate. 
The pain, never exactly going away, had begun its slow 
transformation into pleasure, a mixture of feelings it 
is almost impossible to describe to anyone who has not 
been fucked in the ass.

Charles was slamming me up against the dresser now, 
pumping hard and fast into my rear. I had a brief and 
ludicrous vision of a baseball bat being pistoned into 
my bottom. As my orgasm went through my body and veins, 
I screamed into the bend in my arm, then bit the skin 
until I could taste blood. With a last hard thrust that 
sent me up and onto my tiptoes, Charles stopped.

My body was shuddering and twitching uncontrollably. I 
reached behind us and grabbed his hips, holding him in 
me tightly. My cunt throbbed and pounded.

He suddenly pulled back, in one quick motion, and the 
head popped free. I squeezed my eyes tight and fought 
back the familiar feeling, after anal sex that I had to 
use the bathroom.

I lay like a wet towel over the dresser, not wanting to 
move at all. Charles slapped my ass again, hard, 
bringing another little squeal from me.

"Good stuff, huh, Peter? That's how you do it. Now 
let's see if you've learned anything from our little 
instructional display. Come on Linda, get up here and 
help me hump your husband."

Continued in Part 5...

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