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Taking a Beating
by w2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com)
***
My wife shows me a new side of her sexuality when she
hires on to an adult web site as a model. The site
specializes in physical abuse, and they choose an
idyllic outdoor setting to give my wife her first
beating. (MMF, bi, exh, bd, tor, v)
***
Normally I would find such a hike invigorating. The
trail was well worn and clear of debris. The rolling
forest was southern pine, with a fair amount of
hardwood thrown in, oaks and hickories, and the
occasional yellow poplar towering up out of the low
areas. The hills were small, but added character. It
was a clear day, and while it was warm it was not
uncomfortable. So it should have been an enjoyable
walk, had I not been so distracted.
We were about twenty minutes into the walk, and I was
watching my wife as she moved ahead of me, looking
quite out of place in her thin cotton summer dress and
stockings. Not the usual hiking attire, she at least
had on practical athletic shoes.
The contrast of the shoes with the nylons, which I knew
to be stretch thigh highs, was a bit unsettling, but
the sight of her muscular legs quickly pulled your
attention to more important areas. Armed with the
knowledge that she wore nothing beneath the dress, I
watched her lovely behind move under the thin material
as she effortlessly strode up the next hill.
The rest of our troupe fit more comfortably into the
surroundings. The stocky short one, Steve, led the way,
followed by Don and Leah. To my rear was the big, quiet
guy, Jason, who had hardly spoken a word since we met
two hours earlier. The guys were all dressed in cut-off
jeans and tee shirts, with good hiking boots, and each
with a full backpack.
Full of what, I did not know. The girl Leah had baggy
army pants and an equally loose fitting camouflage
shirt covering what appeared to be a slender body, with
boots on her feet as well. She was the real mystery,
her black hair and black eyes, with the dark make-up
she wore, giving her a somewhat grim appearance. She
was self-assured, and most of the words uttered from
her mouth to this point took on the form of
instructions. There was no doubt that with a more
feminine approach, she could be quite attractive, but
she seemed to consciously play down her looks.
As we walked, my mind churned on these new
acquaintances, pondering their possible roles in my
immediate future. My wife gave no clues to her
intentions, and from the recent experiences we had
shared, I knew better than to press her on it.
The day had started innocently enough, with the
anticipation of sensual pleasures that had become the
pattern whenever we got time alone. Having traveled to
her parents home the previous day, we left early in the
morning to head off on our own, the kids staying behind
to spend the long weekend with their grandparents.
While I expected we would head directly to the beach,
instead I drove the car north at my wife's
instructions. When I questioned her for details, she
simply lifted her skirt, my eyes confirming that once
the nylons ended at mid-thigh, the lightweight dress
was all she had on. She was up to something, and the
excitement that settled in my gut grew as each hour
passed.
Her directions were simple and clear, and as I drove my
right hand often found its way beneath the hem of her
dress. Each time, she would permit a short exploration
before fending me off, knowing full well I would soon
be back.
In this way, the drive was effectively shortened, and
as lunchtime approached she announced we were near our
destination, providing navigational directions through
the beautiful hill country to a café she somehow knew
of. My curiosity grew.
The restaurant was simple and about half-full, the kind
of country place where you can stop with confident
expectations of a good sandwich and a cold beer. We
made our way through the building to the large deck at
the rear, nestled under tremendous oaks.
When my wife headed directly to a large table with
three men and a woman, it was with a familiar approach
that caught me off guard. My surprise increased when it
became clear that she knew the names of the guys,
although she seemed to have them mixed up at first. I
was to find out later that they had previously only
communicated by E-mail, a reasonable explanation for
her confusion. She did not know the woman, and it was
evident by my wife's reaction that her presence was the
only thing that was unexpected.
I was introduced, and we sat for lunch. The three guys
were friendly enough, and over beers the talk from
Steve and Don flowed easily, with only Jason holding
back, even though his manner was cordial. They were all
in the business of web-site design, which I found to be
unusual for such a rural location. The woman Leah was
quiet at first, and I found her direct stare to be
discomforting. She was obviously sizing me up, or so it
seemed, and I couldn't help but wonder what information
my wife may have shared in her correspondence with this
group.
My wife mixes easily, today being no exception, but
there was an unusual edge of nervousness to her
behavior. While I managed my end of the conversation, I
wondered just what she was up to this time. It was a
large group, which was as frightening as it was
exciting, and as we talked my mind wondered. Along with
the slight unease I detected in my wife, I was quite
aware that I was wearing my own underwear beneath my
clothes, a change from her usual humiliation tactics. I
tried to piece the clues together, but made little
progress in deciphering her intent.
Towards the end of the meal, Steve arose and asked my
wife to join him. I pondered on this as well, and it
would be a couple of weeks before I learned she was
signing certain releases and agreements, a fact I was
glad to be ignorant of in retrospect.
While she was gone, Leah joined in the conversation,
asking questions about my work, my kids and in
particular my wife and myself. Her manner suggested
that only short, direct answers were of interest, and
it felt for all the world like I was talking to my boss
at work. She wasn't unfriendly; she simply had an air
of being all business.
When Steve and my wife returned, we gathered our things
to leave. Where to, I had no idea. Before we left, my
wife asked the four of them if all her conditions were
going to be met. They readily agreed, and we headed
off, the four of them piling into one vehicle, with us
trailing behind. As we made our way down winding roads
to the point where we picked up the hiking trail, my
wife added to the mystery.
'When we get where we are headed, things are going to
happen that will surprise you, and probably even shock
you. I want you to understand now that it's my wish,
it's being done at my request.'
Was that vague enough? After our last two adventures
together, what was left in her mind that could possibly
shock me? What was I in for? There were a dozen
questions I wanted to ask, but I knew it would be a
waste of effort. She was taking control, and I was
again to be her helpless victim.
'Any clues?'
'None at all. Just trust me, this will be fun, and I
really want it.'
Those words now rolled through my head as I watched her
lovely ass swaying under the cotton dress in front of
me. Was it any wonder I felt less in touch with nature
than I normally would?
The trail suddenly spilled out into a small clearing
which ran up to a lake that until now had been
concealed by the trees and the rolling terrain. It was
a large, beautiful lake that wound through the low,
wooded hills, and disappeared around a bend in the
distance. A crude picnic table, dirty and heavily
initialed with the carvings of previous visitors, sat
next to an open burn pit, circled by rocks.
There was a long wooden bench, also crudely made and
well worn. The table and bench were situated under a
huge, and ancient, oak, with limbs extending shade in
all directions. It was an idyllic setting, and our new
friends moved into the open space with the ease of
people who had been there often.
Steve, Don and Jason set down their packs and
immediately went to arranging things, sliding the table
away from the water and setting the bench off to one
side. Steve removed his shirt, revealing his muscular
chest, confirming the stocky build of a guy who worked
out often.
It was a testament to the changes in me, engineered by
my wife, that I noticed such things at all, much less
with the lingering stares I was now guilty of. With
growing unease I again wondered what she was up to, and
I relocated my gaze to soak in the beauty of the
setting as I realized that I was nervous, but game for
whatever was to come.
Looking to my wife for reassurance, I noticed once
again the fidgeting that belied her own nervousness,
and as before it gave me pause. In our previous two
experiences, she had been calm and coldly calculating,
but that was clearly not the case today. Catching my
eyes on her, she recomposed herself and gave me a smile
and a wink.
I couldn't help but admire her standing there, hair
flowing freely across her shoulders, with the thin
cotton dress accentuating her slender form and the
bareness of her breasts beneath. Likewise, I couldn't
help but notice Leah, who quietly stood off to one side
with her arms firmly folded across her chest, eyeing my
wife more openly than I was.
The big guy Jason picked a pair of handcuffs from one
of the packs, and came directly towards me. With
resignation, I realized it was starting. From the paces
my wife had run me through the past two months, I had
learned, and demonstrated in undeniable terms, that I
enjoyed this newfound aspect of my sexuality. But just
like the two previous occasions, fear and anxiety were
key elements of the transition from a man's man to a
slut toy, and I would not have been surprised to learn
I was visibly shaking as he approached.
'Sit with your back to the table, at the end.'
I did as told, sitting on the bench that was integral
to the picnic table. I was facing the lake as he knelt
at the end of the table, and offered no resistance as
he cuffed my hands together. The cuffs went around the
table leg, which also combined as the support for the
bench, and I was quite aware of the swelling in my
groin as I was fixed to the table.
'This is at her request, so you won't be tempted to get
up.'
With that he walked away, leaving me to ponder any
secret meaning in his unexpected words. So I won't be
tempted to get up? He joined Don, who was pulling video
equipment from the bags, and together they started
setting up two separate video recording devices. My
knowledge of electronics is limited, but it was clearly
more elaborate equipment than the average home video.
They set the tripods at either end of the table, where
they stacked spare tapes and battery packs.
Leah came and sat on the bench beside me, as the bare-
chested Steve approached my wife with leather straps in
his hands. They were very similar to the restraints she
had used on me at the hotel, and my wife willingly
allowed him to buckle them in place on her wrists.
Using what I thought of as a rock climber's snap ring,
and the D-rings on the restraints, her two wrists were
locked together in front of her. In this position, my
wife's arms pressed her breasts together in a
delightful manner. My curiosity was working overtime
now, with the realization that whatever was to
transpire, my wife's role would be something other than
leader this time around.
Next he blindfolded her, and my puzzlement grew. She
allowed it without complaint, and it would only be much
later that I would deduce that in addition to adding to
her excitement, the blindfold also concealed her
identity. Next to me, Leah pulled her own shirt from
her pants, where it was tucked in, and started
unbuttoning it.
She interrupted this to remove her boot and socks, and
looking back to my wife I saw that Steve had set her on
the bench and was kneeling before her, gently removing
the shoes and socks from her feet. With the dress only
reaching her knees, my wife used her joined hands to
hold the hem between her thighs as he lifted each leg,
preventing him from being able to see up her dress to
her bare pussy. It was amusing to see her act so demure
when, already partly bound, there could be little doubt
that he would see her body soon enough.
Between where I sat and the lakeshore, Don was
whistling contentedly, like a guy who enjoyed his work,
as he fed a rope over an overhead oak limb. He had
tossed it through a crook in the limb, and the weight
of a hook on the dangling end helped to lower it to
chest high. With my wife's shoes now removed, Steve
helped her to her nylon clad feet and carefully guided
her to where Don stood. Don then attached the hook on
the rope to the snap-ring between my wife's wrists.
Pulling on the rope, her hands were lifted up over her
head, causing her dress to lift up to mid-thigh. Don
pulled the rope until my wife's arms were high but not
quite stretched tight, allowing her a small amount of
slack, then began tying off the rope to a cleat on the
tree trunk, the type used to secure boats. This left my
wife exposed and vulnerable, and me with the
realization that perhaps this day was more about her
than I.
Noticing for the first time that the cameras faced
where she now stood, bound and helpless, the thin
material of her dress doing little to conceal the
erectness of her nipples, my curiosity was on the rise,
when Leah startled me by leaning into my ear.
'I understand you have some special talents.'
I swallowed hard, not sure what to say to that as I
wondered if my analysis of the situation was wrong.
Maybe my wife did have plans for me after all? Leah
gave me little time as she read my body language,
scraping a long sharp fingernail down my cheek.
'Yeah, I thought so. She E-mailed us some video
captures of a blindfolded guy. They were crude, but
explicit. Before we're done, maybe we'll show her how
to change video to electronic stills properly.'
Computer lessons? It didn't seem to fit as I looked
into her eyes. Dark brown eyes show little emotion,
offering no contrast with the pupil, making it
impossible to tell if the coldness in her voice was
real or contrived. Face to face, my earlier observation
that she could easily be considered pretty by simply
removing the dark gothic make-up was confirmed.
Glancing down, her slightly open shirt revealed black
leather and the hint of an ample bosom. She chuckled.
'I see you're the quiet type, but I doubt she will be.
I hope to make use of your talents in the future, it
would be something new for me, but today is business
and you're a spectator.'
With that she squeezed my crotch through my shorts, and
stood. Business? My confusion was growing, but my
swelling cock was at least focused enough to respond to
her touch.
Steve had put leather straps on my wife's ankles, and
had then attached each strap to opposite ends of an
adjustable spreader bar, causing her legs to be held
well apart. I had seen such spreader bars on
pornographic web sites, but this was the first time to
see a real one in use. He adjusted the length so that
she was spread and open, but still able to stand with
reasonable comfort.
With her hands bound over her head and her legs forced
apart, she was quite an erotic sight, having yet to
utter a sound as she willingly allowed herself to be
restrained. Steve now had two long eyebolts, and
turning her so that she was sideways to where I sat, he
drove them into the ground adjacent to her ankles with
a small hammer. The outside D-rings on each strap were
then attached with snap-rings to the eyebolts, so she
was no longer free to turn.
Leah had moved to a position directly in front of my
wife, and was now openly looking her over as she
removed her own shirt. Her pants were next, and the
change in her was stark. Where she had previously been
wearing baggy army style pants and shirt, she now had
on a tight leather outfit, the name for which I could
not recall.
Lifting but barely covering her breasts, it fit snugly
around her waist, enhancing the swell to her hips, and
ending just above the hipbones with hanging garters. To
these were fixed black fishnet stockings, which covered
her well-shaped legs. Her pubic area was barely
concealed by the scantiest string bikini bottom
imaginable, tied at either side.
As she moved, I could see that her bare ass cheeks were
firm and round, and again I was struck by how easily
she could be transformed into a very pretty feminine
form. But instead she chose a darker look, and it
reflected her manner as she now took command of the
proceedings.
Don had moved to the fire pit and started a small blaze
with the wood that was stacked there. Jason busied
himself with setting and aiming the cameras, which were
now on. Leah looked about with authority, 'Well done,
guys.'
They had hardly spoken to each other as they set this
scene up, executing their separate roles like a
professional team that had been through this many
times.
'Thanks. No sign of second thoughts or resistance out
of this one', Steve answered.
As he spoke, he leaned in from behind my wife and
started to gently caress her shoulders. At first her
body stiffened, then after a few minutes you could see
her visibly relax under his massaging hands. I wished
my own aching shoulders, pinned behind me, could be so
lucky as I watched his hands move up to her neck,
caressing as they went.
She leaned her head forward, now at ease and clearly
enjoying the firmness of his touch, when without
warning he grabbed the neck of her dress and ripped
downward. The force pulled her back, as her dress was
suddenly torn from her left shoulder and halfway off
her body, baring most of her back, her left breast and
a large portion of her right. His quick action brought
a gasp from her, and a chuckle from Leah, who now
examined her bare breast with unabashed interest as she
spoke to my wife.
'Have you told your husband what you've asked us to do?
Or how bad you want it?'
Still breathing hard from the shock, my wife stammered,
'No, I guess not. Not really.'
'You mean he doesn't know of the yearning inside you
that he's never bothered to attend to? He's not aware
of his failing?'
It appeared she started to say something in my defense,
then changed her mind. 'No, he doesn't know.'
'But your E-mails to us were so explicit.' It was
delivered as a statement, and my wife chose not to
respond, even seeming a little embarrassed. Leah went
on, 'Have we met your expectations so far?'
'Yes. Well, except I thought it was just them.' It took
me a moment to realize she meant the three guys.
Leah laughed a cold, hard laugh. 'Hard to tell through
E-mail, isn't it?' She studied my wife for a moment,
then went on. 'We swap out depending on the situation.
I've known since the beginning that I wanted you as my
subject. Any woman who treats her man as you do is
worth getting to know.' Again Leah laughed. It was hard
to tell if she was being honest or sarcastic.
My wife appeared uncomfortable with this explanation,
and I imagined she was trying to read between the lines
to see what she had gotten into as Leah's 'subject'.
For myself, I was both perplexed and turned on. My wife
had shared many lesbian fantasies with me over the
years, mostly originated by me, but to my knowledge
never had any actual experiences with another girl.
She told me she had once come close with our friend
Robin, high enough that particular night to go along if
only she could bait Robin to make a move. When she told
me about it later, the thought made me crazy with
desire. But to my knowledge, other than that one time
she had never come close to fooling around with another
girl, and while she was willing to fantasize about it
with me, I had concluded years ago that it didn't truly
interest her.
It was clear the presence of Leah was an unexpected
development, and it would not have surprised me if this
were cause for my wife to back out of whatever she had
planned. But she made no move to do so, which was
surprising and arousing at the same time. At no time in
our relationship would I have lifted a finger to stop
my wife if she was attracted to other women, the very
thought turned me on, and I wondered with no small
amount of hope how far this might go.
Steve had moved around to the front of my wife, and
without pretense ripped the dress from her right
shoulder. The dress buttoned from top to bottom in the
front, and he grabbed either side and pulled it apart,
sending buttons flying in all directions as he removed
the now tattered rag from her body and tossed it onto
the growing fire. As my wife shifted her now nude body
and I saw her dress burning, it occurred to me that she
now had no clothes to wear for walking back to the car.
There was nothing that turned me on quite like my
wife's naked body, and as she stood before these new
friends, blindfolded, legs restrained well apart, and
arms bound overhead, I admired her with husbandly
pride. The regular workouts and the deep tan on her
slender body gave her a youthful appearance. The fact
that she had been stripped naked by a man, essentially
a stranger, in a rather violent manner, left her chest
heaving as she fought to regain her composure.
The thigh high stockings had slipped down a little, and
my heart skipped a beat as Leah reached down and pulled
them up, straightening them so they lay against her
skin properly. It was an erotic sight, enhanced by the
fact that my wife was naked, while the four people
around her were for the most part dressed.
As they stepped away and looked her over, I found
myself fixing on her tan lines. Her backyard bikini
would be considered daring in a public setting, and the
contrast between the white areas, which barely extended
past her most private geography, and the tan skin that
was most her body, was deeply arousing to me.
No doubt it would show up well on the video. Realizing
she was being scrutinized as they passed around her
body, she squirmed, but there was nothing she could do
to satisfy her modesty reflex. Bound as she was, she
was open to their gaze, and anything they chose to do.
Don brought one of the packs over and set it between my
wife and I, then the three guys backed away. Don and
Jason moved to the cameras as apparent operators, and
Steve moved behind me and sat on the bench on the
opposite side of the table. I hardly noticed them as
Leah stepped up to my wife, running a hand gently
across her cheek.
With one of her long fingernails, she traced under my
wife's chin, down her neck, and continued a trail down
between her breasts to her abdomen. My wife hardly
moved, until Leah hit a ticklish area on her stomach,
which caused her to try and twist away. I was watching
intently, hoping to see more, when Leah spoke.
'You realize that anyone on or near this lake can see
you hanging helplessly?'
I heard the unmistakable click of a camera, and looking
over saw that Steve was busily recording the scene with
a zoom lens.
When my wife didn't answer, Leah flicked her left
nipple with a sharp fingernail. Coming without warning,
my wife jumped, but could not move away. 'Answer me.'
'Yes. Yes, I realize it.'
'You like that idea?'
She hesitated for a moment, then said, 'I hadn't really
thought about it yet. It does turn me on.' My wife had
been an avid exhibitionist before the arrival of kids
required a more conservative lifestyle, so I knew she
was likely speaking the truth.
'Good. We're going to have fun with you, and with luck
someone will get a free show.' This brought a shiver
from my wife. I'm sure she liked the thought, but she
didn't expect Leah to be here, and no doubt had
reservations about being exposed at the will of another
woman. Leah added, 'This is park land, who knows who
might be around.'
She paused, then went on. 'Does my being here still
bother you?'
'A little, yes', came the honest reply.
'Want it to end here, before we go further?'
My wife thought about this for several minutes,
nervously squirming from side to side against her
bonds, as Leah waited patiently. When she finally
spoke, it was barely audible. 'No.'
'That's good. Its not like I'd be willing to stop now
anyway.'
Leah left that comment hanging as she moved to the bag
and squatted down, giving me an excellent view of her
nearly naked behind in the process. Looking past her
and my wife, I realized one could see a great distance.
As the lake wound through the hills, substantial
shoreline was created, much of it having a direct line
of sight to where my naked wife stood. It was a high-
risk setting, which the cameras would capture well from
their well thought out vantage points.
When Leah arose from the bag, I again studied her
lovely butt, until I noticed the coiled up leather
strap in her right hand. It was about a half inch wide
and flat, and when she dropped one end it looked to be
about six feet long. The end in her hand was curled up
along the axis, and wrapped tightly with thin leather
bands, like shoelace material, creating a handle.
Without warning, she swung with her right arm and the
strap made a smooth, wide arc, hissing lightly as it
cut through the air, landing across the back of my
wife's thighs with a slap, the long end wrapping around
to sting the front of her right leg.
Blindfolded, my wife never saw it coming, and the blow
brought a scream from her lips, as her body arched
upwards in response to the pain. Her arms went slack
momentarily as she went up on her toes, her scream
echoing across the lake. As she came back down flat-
footed, she tensed for the next blow that never came.
'Is that what you wanted?' Leah asked.
'Yes.' Her answer was soft and tense, and had barely
crossed her lips, when the next blow landed square
across her naked buttocks, wrapping around her hip.
Leah knew what she was doing. The brief conversation
had put my wife off guard, and again she was
unprepared. Letting out another scream, she tried
desperately to move forward without result.
Leah moved quickly then, striking her three more times,
once across the upper back, once on the lower back, and
again across the buttocks. With her back to me, Leah
whipped my wife with practiced grace, and my initial
concern was quickly over-powered by the exotic sight of
this pretty gothic woman beating my lovely, naked wife.
My wife wanted this? I tried to put the pieces
together, and they all clearly pointed to the fact that
my wife had set this up on purpose. She wanted to be
whipped; it was the only answer. My cock swelled as I
studied her now, arching forward to escape the next
blow.
Her butt was tightly clenched as she pressed her pelvis
forward, which simply exposed her pussy more to the
camera on my left. Her breasts jutted out with her back
arched as it was, and her rigid nipples were clearly
outlined against the blue sky behind them. Her face
pointed upward, her mouth was open as she whimpered,
and a tear spilled from under the blindfold and ran
down her cheek. Red welts had already risen up on her
back, legs and ass. It was an intense scene.
'Had enough?'
'No', she gasped. I couldn't believe my ears.
'I didn't think so. You may be a natural.' With that
the lash fell across her back again, the loose end
slapping her right breast. Again and again it fell,
from her shoulder blades to her calves, and though I
lost count, I knew my wife had taken more than a dozen
blows. Leah moved quietly to the far side of my wife,
who was now hanging against the rope, gasping for
breath. The camera beside me never stopped clicking.
The new position gave her access to my wife's front,
and this time Leah laid the strap across her exposed
breasts. From this angle I could clearly watch the end
of the leather wrap around my wife's body. She let out
a howl from the pain in her breasts, and tried now to
move backwards away from this new attack. When the next
blow landed across her stomach, it was certain the
scream would attract the attention of anyone who
happened to be around the lake as it echoed off into
the distance.
Leah paused for a few minutes and studied my heaving
wife with glee. She grabbed the top of her outfit and
pulled. Her breasts were exposed as snaps were
released, and the covering removed. The leather still
remained snug under her large breasts, lifting them up
so that they stood out proudly from her body, capped by
large erect nipples. Her breasts swayed deliciously as
she laid the next few blows across my wife's thighs,
eliciting more screams.
Then stepping back a short distance, her skill with the
strap was demonstrated as she landed two consecutive
blows on my wife's right hip, her spacing causing the
end of the lash to curl in directly on my wife's pussy.
My wife howled as she again lifted up on her toes,
reaching for the sky as she tried to escape in the only
direction she had limited movement. When the next
anticipated blow didn't come, she slipped back down,
hanging limply from the limb over head. Her head
slumped forward, as she muttered softly, 'Oh God, oh
God, oh God!'
Leah coiled up the strap and laid it on the table as
she sat next to me, leaning in to my ear with her left
hand covering my crotch. 'I see this turns you on.'
My eyes never left my wife, and I swallowed hard before
answering. 'Yes.'
She laughed, nuzzling into my cheek, pressing her bare
breast against my arm as she openly rubbed my groin. My
wife's breathing was starting to level off, and she
shifted more of her weight back to her legs to relieve
the strain on her arms. As the sheen of sweat that now
covered her body began to dry in the light breeze off
the lake, chill bumps could be seen rising up on her
skin.
The stockings now had tears front and back where the
strap had fallen, with the redness of the skin beneath
showing through. The erotic sight of her welt-covered
body, naked and suspended from a tree, complimented the
welcome hand on my crotch, as I responded to Leah's
touch.
Leah continued to rub my crotch, but her attention was
now clearly on my wife. As the minutes of silence
ticked by, the anxiety in my wife became visible as she
fidgeted against her bonds. Leah whispered in my ear,
"I bet she's more turned on than you are', then arose
and went to the bag, offering me another good look at
her ass.
Moving from the bag to my wife with something in her
hand, Leah again stroked her cheek, the tenderness of
the act in contrast to the brutality of the whipping
she had delivered. It was a calculated move by a person
knowledgeable in her craft, as evidenced by my wife's
welcome response to the gentle touch. When Leah
suddenly kissed her, I fully expected my wife to pull
back. In all our fantasies of lesbian acts, the one
thing my wife wouldn't discuss was kissing another
woman.
Her fantasies centered on other women's breasts, and
she tolerated my discussions of oral sex, but she did
not enjoy talk of her kissing another woman. This had
always been a private source of disappointment to me,
as there were few things more erotic in my mind than
two women kissing.
So it was with a great deal of shock that I watched as
my wife welcomed Leah's lips without hesitation,
immediately kissing back in earnest, opening her mouth
to share her tongue. They kissed passionately for
several minutes, the camera clicking away beside me
head, and I watched in amazement as my wife chased to
the limits of her bonds, trying to maintain contact,
when Leah finally pulled away. The yearning in my wife
was visible, as Leah turned to me with a wink, 'See
what I mean.'
With that Leah dropped her head and sucked my wife's
right breast into her mouth. My wife groaned with
pleasure as she pushed out her chest to Leah, exposed
on the side of the lake to all the world as a woman
sucked on her nipple for the first time. It only lasted
a minute, then Leah moved to the left breast, showing
it the same loving attention as she extracted another
groan from my wife.
When Leah stood again, my wife's wet nipples were
poking straight out, eagerly awaiting more affection,
as Leah's hand cupped my wife's right breast, squeezing
it so that the nipple poked out even further. But Leah
did not have affection on her mind as she attached a
clip to the nipple, releasing it to apply it's biting
pressure.
My wife stiffened up at the pain and let out a moan
that was more surprise than pleasure this time. The
clip was attached to a chain, and the chain had a clip
on the opposite end that was quickly clamped in a
similar manner onto my wife's left nipple.
Leah stepped back and dropped the chain, the weight of
it snatching at the clips and pulling down on the
nipples to which they were attached. My wife squealed
and leaned forward, as if she could relieve the effects
of gravity. Leah just laughed and walked back to the
bag, her bare breasts swaying as she gave me a wicked
smile.
'Is it true she's never been with another girl?'
'Yes', was all I could muster.
'She certainly seems willing.'
'Yes.' She certainly did, and I was fascinated.
'I'd love to play, but it's time to get back to work.'
The words disappointed me as I watched her ass,
carefully aimed at me once more as she reached into the
pack. She came out with what I assumed to be a cat of
nine tails, numerous long leather lashes attached to a
common handle. She turned so I could see the unique
handle, which was hard and smooth, jet-black, and
shaped like a man's cock.
Turning back to my wife, with one quick swing she laid
the whole set of lashes harshly across my wife's ass.
She jumped forward with a squeal, the chain swinging
wildly as her breasts responded to the sudden movement.
This brought a whimper from my wife, which turned to a
scream as more blows landed on her lower back.
Leah stepped to her front as my wife once again was
gasping for air, her heaving chest causing the newly
affixed chain to rise and fall in an irregular cadence.
'Ready for me to stop?'
My wife didn't hesitate. 'No, please don't.'
'You sure?'
'Yes, whip me more. I need it. I want it.'
'But this is more like a beating than a whipping. Is a
simple whipping all you want?'
'No. Beat me. Please beat me. Oh God, it hurts, but
don't stop.' I was mesmerized. I knew my wife liked
rough sex, I knew she liked her nipples pinched
harshly, I knew she loved brutal fucking, but I never
would have guessed this.
Leah laughed. 'Usually people are begging me to stop by
now.' She reached out handle first with the whip,
between my wife's legs, bringing it up to make contact
with her pussy. She responded immediately, grinding
down against the handle. She couldn't see what is was,
but it applied pressure in the right place, and that
was all that mattered.
Leah held it firmly as she let my wife do all the work,
wantonly working her pussy back and forth. It was quite
a sight, as she hung her head and ground her pussy
against the whip, the chain on her nipples swinging
freely between her breasts. With her free hand, Leah
grabbed the chain and pulled outward, stretching the
nipples away from my wife's chest. Her head snapped
upwards and she let out a gasp at the pain, but her
hips never stopped moving against the object pressed up
into her pussy.
Leah held her like that for a full minute or two, the
nipples pulled well out from my wife's body, and the
hard handle of the whip pressed up into her grinding
pussy. My wife's face pointed straight up with her
mouth open in a silent scream as she put on a depraved
display for all of us to see, and anyone else who may
be watching. Even I was starting to pant now, wanting
nothing more than to stroke my own cock as I watched
this evil woman play my wife like a finely tuned
instrument.
Just when it seemed certain my wife would reach a
climax, Leah released the chain, letting my wife's
breasts fall back into place. The sudden release caused
my wife to throw her head forward with a gasp, and Leah
quickly moved the whip handle from my wife's pussy to
her lips. My wife accepted the whip into her mouth and
eagerly licked her own juices from the handle. 'My, my,
we can't come yet', was all that Leah said.
Stepping away from my wife, Leah now repeatedly lashed
my wife's helpless breasts with the whip. The onslaught
moved downward without pause, until she was openly
whipping my wife's pussy. My wife jumped with every
blow, howling in one continuous cry of agony. Leah
paused for a moment to change position, then resumed
the attack on my wife's back, concentrating her blows
on her ass and upper thighs, as the chain beat a
sympathetic response against my wife's abdomen. The
stockings fell away from her thighs in tatters as Leah
beat my wife relentlessly, as she had been begged to
do.
When she stopped, my wife continued to jerk about as if
the blows were still landing. Turning the whip in her
hand again, this time Leah knelt before her, bringing
it straight up to enter my wife's pussy, shoving it in
deeply. Holding it there, it only took a moment for my
wife to erupt in orgasm as Leah reached up and this
time tugged downward on the chain suspended from her
nipples.
The climax made it clear my wife enjoyed this torture,
and I found myself hoping that Leah would lean forward
and go down on her. But it was not to be, as Leah
released the chain and stood, leaving the whip embedded
in my wife's pussy.
Leah walked directly to me, her hard nipples indicating
her arousal. Without a word, she loosened my belt, then
unsnapped my shorts and lowered my zipper. Hooking her
hand on either side, she whisked my shorts and
underwear down and off my legs, casting them aside. As
my rigid cock sprang upward, 'nice one' was all she
muttered. Again my hope of what might happen next was
off target, as she turned to find something new in the
pack.
My naked wife was now hanging limply from the rope,
every muscle in her body slack, her head hanging
forward. Her skin was red and covered with welts, and
the lashes of the whip hung lewdly between her legs.
Her strength had given out for the moment, causing her
legs to bend slightly at the knee, the ruined nylons in
a puddle around her ankles. Her nipples continued to
stick out boldly under the pressure of the clips, and
the chain rose and fell with her breathing. She looked
spent, and I was suddenly concerned about her.
Leah took out a large squirt bottle, and kneeling
carefully at the shore, filled it with lake water.
Aiming it at my wife, she squeezed and hit her with a
strong spray of water, starting at her chest and
working up and down. It must have been cold and the
shock caused my wife to jump, moving her weight back to
her feet as she tried in vain to escape the spray. Leah
repeated this process several times, until my wife was
soaked front and back, from head to toe, panting in
frustration.
When the water torture stopped, my wife was visibly
relieved. As Leah leaned in to lick the water droplets
from her face, my wife responded eagerly to the
tenderness, to my surprise seeking Leah's lips with her
own. Leah simply laughed and walked away.
Taking a butt plug from the bag, Leah walked back to my
wife and unceremoniously shoved it in her mouth. It was
short but wide on the end, with a narrow neck just
above a wide flat base. My wife accepted the plug, her
cheeks puffing out around the bulb and her lips closing
tightly around the narrow portion, with only the base
sticking out of her mouth.
Leah came back to the bag, and then finding what she
wanted, went back to my wife and started adding lead
weights to the chain hanging from her still dripping
nipples. They were offshore fishing weights, of fair
size, and as each one was added and released, my wife
let out a grunt around the plug in her mouth. Standing
back to admire her work, I heard the camera clicking
again, and I hoped to get a copy of this image of a
bare breasted woman standing before my naked wife,
whose wet body glistened in the sun, a weighted chain
hanging from her nipples, a butt plug in her mouth, and
a cat of nine tails protruding from her pussy.
Turning towards us, Leah addressed Steve. 'Can you
lower the rope a little?' I had all but forgotten the
three guys, and when Steve came around to the cleat on
the tree I was surprised to see he was nude, his hard
cock swinging as he walked. It was short like he was,
but thick and powerful looking, a perfect fit for his
stocky build.
He released the rope, and as Leah pulled my wife's
shoulders forward, he slowly fed out length until Leah
said, 'that's good.' Winding the rope back around the
cleat, he leaned against the tree and idly stroked his
cock as he eyed my wife, who was now leaning forward
about 45 degrees, bent at the waist, with her arms held
high in a somewhat awkward position. She hung her head,
the weighted chain hanging freely from her nipples, the
plug still in her mouth and the whip still in her
pussy.
Leah returned to the pack one more time, poured
lubricant on her hand, then went back to my wife and
started rubbing it into her ass. It wasn't hard to
figure what would happen next, but I wasn't looking
ahead. Instead I was fixed on Leah's hand, which seemed
to linger at my wife's asshole a bit longer than
necessary, at least in my active imagination.
When first one, and then a second finger clearly slid
in to my wife's anus, my erect cock twitched
involuntarily in time with my wife's own lurch forward
at the intrusion. But while she may have found the
initial penetration a surprise, it didn't take long for
the passion built up within her to respond, as she
started to push back against the probing fingers. This
brought a laugh from Leah, and a smile from Steve, who
continued to stroke his own cock as he looked on in
approval.
When Leah pulled her fingers out, my wife let out a
small moan, which could have been interpreted as relief
or regret. Leah removed the plug from my wife's mouth,
then returned to her backside and pressed it against
her asshole. She simply held it there and watched my
wife intently. It took a couple of minutes before it
became clear that she would get the result she was
obviously seeking, as my wife started to visibly press
back against the plug on her own.
Holding it firmly in place, Leah allowed my wife to
work herself onto it without assistance, showing the
cameras what an unrepentant slut she had become. It
took a little effort, which in turn caused the weighted
chain to swing provocatively from her nipples, and when
she finally got the angle and the leverage correct and
the bulb slid past her sphincter, she let out a long,
low groan as she now pressed back and accepted the
entire plug up her ass.
One of the guys on the cameras muttered, 'Damn.' I
agreed. The more my wife degraded herself for these
people, the more turned on I became, my hard dick
pointing to the sky.
Coming back face to face with my wife, Leah leaned in
to kiss her. When my wife felt her lips, she responded
eagerly, her tongue blatantly probing the other woman's
mouth. They kissed long and hard, like experienced
lovers, my wife the aggressor even though she was
restrained, seeking out Leah's lips for more every time
she tried to pull away. It was a game Leah was
enjoying, as she teased my wife into a frenzy, pausing
to ask, 'You're sure you've never been with another
woman?
'No', my wife responded. Leah thought about this, then
looked to me, her eyes more on my hard cock than my
eyes, asking me for the second time, 'That true?'
'As far as I know, yes.' I tried to be convincing, but
my wife's behavior made it sound like a lie.
Turning back to my wife, she said, 'Well, you seem to
learn quick.' She accentuated this with a kiss, which
my wife returned in earnest. Then standing erect, Leah
used her left hand to lift her right breast, placing
her right hand on the back of my wife's head. When Leah
guided her in, my wife latched on without hesitation,
sucking the nipple and a large portion of Leah's breast
into her mouth with obvious delight.
I was breathless as I watched my wife suck on another
woman's breast for the first time in her life. I locked
on to this scene, trying to burn it into my memory. And
what an incredible scene it was, my wife stripped
naked, tied in what had to be an uncomfortable
position, welts all over her body from a beating she
commissioned herself, her tattered stockings collected
at her ankles, a whip sticking from her pussy, and a
plug deep in her ass, as she lustfully sucked on the
breast of her tormentor. Looking past her momentarily
to the wide expanse of water beyond, I wondered if
anyone else was truly watching this.
Don appeared to my right, carrying a camera, now naked
just as Steve was. He was a tall, skinny guy, and his
hard dick was long and lean as well. I looked over at
Jason to my left. His shirt was off and it appeared he
was also naked, his lower half mostly hidden behind the
table.
I couldn't help but think my wife would enjoy being
able to see. Don started taking photos, this time from
much closer range, as Leah shifted my wife to her left
tit. She was in no hurry, as she allowed my wife to
suck on her breasts contentedly. The violence of the
afternoon seemed to slip away to tenderness, as both
women enjoyed the awakening of a new, or perhaps
suppressed, passion within my wife.
When Leah finally pulled away, her nipple gleaming, my
wife let out little grunts of frustration. Unconcerned,
Leah squatted and removed the whip from my wife's
pussy. Pushing it into my wife's mouth, she told her,
'Don't let this slip out.'
With her body bent forward and her head down, it took a
little effort to hold it in. To simplify the task, my
wife lifted her chin high, pointing the whip upward at
an angle placing it parallel with the line of her back.
It was an erotic sight, with the sun shining on the wet
part of the handle left exposed, showing that it had
been quite a bit deeper into her pussy than it now was
in her mouth.
Leah walked to the bag directly in front of me, and
while staring at my rigid member she untied the strings
on either side of her bikini bottoms. As they fell away
from her body, my eyes fixed on her pussy, which was
shaved bare, the skin smooth and white.
Smiling at my obvious interest, she tilted her head and
batted her eyes sweetly, affecting a deep southern
drawl as she said mockingly, 'Why grass doesn't grow on
a busy highway, honey.' I had to laugh, noting once
again that with the proper make-up and clothing, she
could easily be converted to the type of girl you'd be
proud to escort to church, or home to see mother.
That image was quickly destroyed as she dropped to the
pack and came out with a long black penis-shaped dildo,
attached to latex material. She wrapped the latex
around her crotch, and after a moment it became clear
that the material, once snapped into place on either
hip, formed what amounted to a bikini bottom with a
rigid dildo attached. The latex fit her very tightly,
and as she wordlessly walked back to my wife, her
'cock' swayed back and forth much like Dan's did before
her, only hers was much thicker.
I was transfixed, my dick aching, as she eased up
behind my wife, placing a hand on either hip. She
turned my wife's ass towards me as much as the
restraints would allow, then smiling at me she eased
forward until her cock head made contact with my wife's
pussy lips, which were now partially visible to me. My
wife responded immediately, rubbing back against the
contact, and I wondered if she understood it was Leah
that was about to fuck her.
I excitedly urged Leah on in my mind, and when I saw
the cock head penetrate my wife, a soft moan of joy
escaped my lips. This amused Leah, and she turned her
full attention to my wife as she pushed all the way in.
My wife accepted the cock with a show of gratitude,
wantonly working herself against the stiff prick now
deep inside her. When Leah leaned forward and reached
around to my wife's breast, her own tits fell against
my wife's back, causing my wife to pause in surprise.
'Yes, it's me,' Leah snickered.
I don't know if it bothered my wife to suddenly realize
she was being fucked by another woman, but as Leah's
hands cupped her breasts, milking them outward so that
the tortured nipples, with the clips attached, were
pulled away from her body, the willingness in my wife's
body quickly returned as she responded to the rhythm of
Leah sliding her cock in and out. Using the grip on her
breasts to pull back on my wife, Leah offered her some
support to relieve her aching shoulders, but at the
same time further restrained her body as she drove the
hard cock into her pussy.
I watched in fascination. On every stroke Leah's body
made contact with the butt plug, pushing it deeper into
my wife's ass. As she fucked my wife, she kneaded her
breasts, working her fingers deep into the flesh as the
chain swung wildly about on her nipples.
My wife had her head laid all the way back as she tried
desperately not to lose the whip, which was still
between her lips, her breathing loud and rough. Just
when it appeared my wife was ready to orgasm, Leah
released her breasts and grabbed the chain in both
hands, pulling it forward so that the nipples were
stretched away from her body.
My wife threw her head forward in agony, and as she
screamed the whip slipped from her mouth. Leah caught
it deftly in her right hand, then released the chain
and stood up, the strap-on dildo still deep within my
panting wife.
'I warned you not to drop it.'
Reaching forward, Leah grabbed my wife's hair and
pulled, causing my wife to come erect while still
impaled on the hard rubber cock. Reaching around, Leah
used the whip to slap my wife's stomach. It was an
awkward position, but she still made good contact, and
once again the serenity of the lake was shattered by my
wife's squeals as Leah distributed blows up and down
her body. I watched in wonder, breathing hard myself
and working against my own bonds, as amazingly my wife
began to mutter, bobbing up and down on the cock in her
pussy, 'Oh yes, beat me, It hurts so good. Oh God, it
hurts so good.'
On and on she went, pausing only to squeal when Leah
landed a particularly effective blow. Leah slapped her
directly on the pussy, which brought an agonizing
scream of 'Oh yes' from my wife. This spurred Leah on,
and she returned with the whip to her pussy over and
over until my wife could take no more and bent forward
again in an effort to escape the blows.
With my wife now bent forward, Leah merely stood erect
and let my wife move herself back and forth on the big
dildo as Leah laid blow after blow on her back and
shoulders. It took only a minute of this abuse for my
wife to explode into orgasm, her body shuddering as she
found release, the howl of pleasure echoing across the
lake.
Leah held my wife by the hips, holding the full length
of her cock inside my wife's pussy as she leaned into
the butt plug and rode wave after wave of orgasmic
delight as it passed through my wife. When at last she
slowed down, her body slumped against the rope as all
strength passed out of her. Compared to the violence of
only a few minutes ago, it was an act of kindness when
Leah unsnapped the latex, leaving the cock buried in my
wife's pussy, and moved around to support my wife and
reduce the strain of the bonds, offering her breasts
again to the willing mouth of the woman I loved.
Looking about, it was almost amusing to see Don trying
to take pictures with one hand and stroke his cock with
the other. Steve had leaned flat back against the oak
and had his hips thrust forward, and I saw he had come
as he milked the last drop of semen from his cock. I
was not surprised, but I was jealous as my own deprived
cock wished for relief as well.
The filtered sunlight speckled their bodies as my wife
sucked on Leah's breasts, her own body still rising and
falling from her labored breathing. Holding my wife
against her chest, Leah motioned for Steve to release
the rope. As he played slack into the line, Leah
separated the hook from the cuffs on my wife's wrists,
then pushing my wife back away from her, she let my
wife slowly lower her arms to her abdomen for the first
time since they had started. The grimace made it clear
how stiff they were, as Leah eased her unresisting body
to her knees.
My wife's naked body was red all across the front, and
on the shoulders and back, where the lashes had fallen,
offering contrast to the alabaster white of Leah's
partially nude form. The spreader bar still had her
feet locked firmly in place, and the spread position
looked awkward as she knelt. She appeared as if she
wanted to fall forward onto the muddy ground, and Leah
held her shoulders to keep her upright.
My wife was a beautiful sight, kneeling nude in the
dirt, blindfolded, with her hands bound before her,
against the backdrop of a pristine lake and forest.
Leah knelt and reaching under, removed the large dildo
from my wife's pussy, getting a moan in response.
Standing again, she brought the dildo to my wife's
lips, which opened to accept it without question.
Motioning for Don to slide the bench over, Leah sat
before my wife and looked over at me with a sly grin.
'Now we'll see how much she's learned.' Her manner had
softened considerably, the whipping of my wife seeming
to drain the harshness out of her. She took hold of the
dildo, worked it in and out a couple of times, then
pulled it out of my wife's mouth. Reaching down to
remove the weights from the chain, she talked as she
worked.
'You seem to like the taste of your pussy?'
My wife nodded, and Leah chastised her, 'Say the
words.'
'Yes. Yes, it turns me on to taste my pussy juice.'
'Perhaps you'd like to try mine?'
My wife was totally still for a minute, as Leah eyed
her carefully. When she spoke, it was in a very faint
and uncertain voice. 'I think so.'
'Think so? Maybe not then. I was hoping for more
commitment.'
Again my wife hesitated, clearly running through the
scene in her mind. She knelt in silence for several
minutes, and from my own experiences I was pretty sure
of the turmoil she felt inside. She was considering
stepping across a line, and there would be no stepping
back. When she spoke again, her voice was stronger, and
her words excited me beyond description. 'No, I'm
sorry. No. I mean yes. Yes, I'll taste your pussy.'
Leah chuckled. 'I knew you would.'
With that Leah slid her hips up to the very edge of the
bench and spread her legs. No more than ten feet away
from where I sat, I could clearly see her pussy as her
hands came to my wife's head and guided her forward. As
my wife leaned forward, with her feet still bound, she
reached a point where her lack of balance caused her to
reach forward with her bound hands, looking for a way
to steady herself. Her hands went between Leah's legs
and hit part of the bench support, where her hands
settled.
Feeling more confident of her balance, she once again
let Leah guide her slowly forward. My anticipation grew
as they inched forward, my heart skipping a beat when I
saw my wife's lips make contact on Leah's belly just
above her pussy. Leah removed her hands and placed them
flat on the edge of the bench behind her, leaning back.
She left my wife to her own initiative, her own
willingness, as we all watched breathlessly, Leah
demonstrating without doubt how effectively she had
broken my wife.
To her own credit, my wife moved slowly, savoring the
moment. She kissed Leah's stomach, then licked a trail
first left and right, then down into the space where
thigh met crotch, sliding over to kiss the inside of
Leah's thigh. She repeated this on both sides, as Leah
watched her contentedly, happy to have such a patient
student.
Finally, the anticipation becoming too great, my wife
licked her way down Leah's slit, until I watched as my
wife's mouth closed over another woman's pussy for the
first time ever. Whatever concerns my wife had about
oral sex with another woman, such thoughts were clearly
out the window as she devoured Leah's womanhood with
relish. If there was any surprise at finding Leah's
pussy devoid of hair, it did not show.
Don was busy clicking photos again as my wife boldly
tongued Leah's pussy, working deep into the folds. As
she settled to suck on the hairless clit, Steve moved
in behind her, and started to unfasten her feet from
the pegs embedded in the ground. As he worked, his eyes
were fixed on my wife's pussy, spread for him as she
knelt before Leah, the plug still buried in her ass.
Once complete, he helped her to slip forward slightly
into a more comfortable position, even though the bar
still held her feet apart. Then he leaned in and buried
his face in my wife's pussy. She moaned in
satisfaction, never slowing her tongue on Leah's clit.
The two women starting moaning together, leaving no
doubt this intense scene would end quickly. Once again
I wondered if any lucky souls around the lake were
seeing this display, and I hoped it to be true. Leah's
hands rigidly gripped the back edge of the bench, her
elbows and shoulders locked forcing her breasts outward
as her body tensed one last time, then she reached
orgasm first, letting out a squeal of her own this
time.
She held her position with her eyes closed as she let
my wife's mouth lead her through her climax, her toes
extending as her feet came up off the ground. As Don
clicked off photos, I prayed to get a copy of this
moment as well for fear that my memory may one day
fade. It was an awesome sight, and I slumped my aching
shoulders against the table, as my dick throbbed and
Leah relaxed, grabbing my wife's head and holding it
firmly in her crotch.
My wife followed right behind her, moaning into Leah's
pussy as Steve's tongue brought her off. With Leah
holding her head, she wiggled her behind lewdly against
Steve's face as the joy of orgasm passed through her.
Then much too quickly for me, it was over. Leah
released my wife's head and stood, commanding Steve to
remove the spreader bar from my wife's feet. My wife
knelt patiently as he did so, Leah's juices glistening
on her chin in the sunlight.
I was staring at my wife, but I heard Leah's voice.
"Jason, I think she's ready for you.'
Without a word, Jason ambled over, naked like the rest
of the guys. He was a big man, and I could now see that
his cock was in proportion. Only partially hard, it was
easily as long as my own, and thick, just like him. He
took a seat in front of my wife, who was now kneeling
in a more reasonable position with her feet free, and
without pretense grabbed her head in one hand and his
cock in the other and brought the two together.
There was no hesitation this time in my whore of a wife
as she opened her mouth and accepted his cock. It only
took her a few minutes to stiffen him up, and while his
cock did not grow substantially in length, it filled
out in girth. Realizing what she had, she pulled off
for a second and muttered, 'Oh my God', revealing a
huge head on a heavily veined cock, before closing back
down on it once again.
The other two guys stood nearby watching intently,
their own cocks at attention. Don took the occasional
picture, but was mostly enjoying the show. Leah stood
behind my wife, stroking her head, 'Jason's special,
isn't he? Show him how much you like him.'
My wife brought her bound hands up, and closed them
around the base of Jason's massive cock. With a slow,
steady motion, she milked his cock into her mouth, her
hands barely closing around it in their restrained
condition. At first Jason merely sat there and watched
my wife with amusement, but her milking action began to
have the desired affect, and he closed his eyes as the
feelings grew stronger. Sensing he was getting close,
Leah pulled my wife back, leaving his giant prick
shining in the sun as her hands continued to stroke it.
'Jason's only good for one shot, so let's don't waste
it.'
As if on cue, Jason laid back flat on the bench, his
huge cock pointing to the sky. With Leah's help, my
wife stood and straddled the bench, then Leah left her
to find her own way. She was quite a sight, hands
bound, blindfolded, body covered with welts, the
remnants of her only clothing item in ruins around her
feet, as she searched with her bare ass for his big
cock. Making contact, everyone watched mesmerized,
without helping, as she lifted up to try and get the
monster in position at her pussy.
It was a struggle that was erotic to watch, and as her
actions became more desperate, with her standing on her
tiptoes and whimpering in frustration. It was clear she
had to have this big cock in her pussy. Finally she
found a solution, passing over his cock, moving from
his head to his feet, until it popped up in front of
her, then moving forward again, capturing it against
his belly with her hungry pussy.
Working herself against his cock, she finally got the
head into her pussy. Obviously aware she was being
watched, she placed her bound hands on his chest, then
pushed his cock vertical again, holding it there a
moment before forcing her body down on it.
I was certain it was the biggest cock to ever enter her
body, and she gasped as she filled her pussy with it,
only managing to get three quarters of it inside
herself. She held it there, hands on his chest and body
stiff, chain swinging between her breasts, her mouth
hanging open as if to exclaim to the world how full she
was, but remaining silent. Jason remained perfectly
still, hands behind his head, letting her do the work
as she slowly started to fuck herself on his massive
manhood.
After several strokes, she finally had the entire cock
inside her pussy, and she collapsed on top of him in
ecstasy, her hands folded to her chest. Jason continued
to lay there, smiling, as the other two guys stood over
her with their cocks in their hand. Leah had taken over
the camera and now walked around the two, taking
pictures from all angles.
My wife lay on top of Jason and ground her hips down
against his crotch, forcing the cock as deep as it
would go. Her ass was to the lake, and anyone across
the water had a perfect view of this monster cock
buried in her pussy, and the butt plug in her ass. I
could only imagine how full the huge cock and the large
bulb on the plug made her slender body feel.
I had not noticed Leah trade the camera for the cat of
nine tails, and when she landed a blow across my wife's
ass, I couldn't tell who was most surprised, her or I.
Her head shot up and she squealed, but she offered no
resistance as the next blow landed. She started fucking
herself on that giant cock like a woman possessed as
blow after blow landed on her ass, back and shoulders.
'Oh God yes. Oh God. Fuck me, beat me. Oh yes, fuck me,
beat me.' Her chant went on and on as she drove herself
down on Jason's cock in time with the blows delivered
by Leah. Jason reached up for the chain and tugged on
her nipples as she rode his cock.
It only took a few minutes of this brutality before she
roared into another series of orgasms, letting out a
deep guttural cry of passion and pain that spilled
across the lake as Leah beat her ass all the way
through her extended climax. Leah finally let up as she
once again collapsed on Jason, her head buried in her
hands in sobs of pleasure as the heat from the whip
burned red into her back and ass.
Don muttered, 'Jesus', then stepped forward beside
Jason and lifted my wife's head from his chest. Turning
her towards him, he brought his hard cock to her lips
and she offered no resistance as he slid into her
mouth. While she had pleased herself, Jason wasn't done
and he placed a hand on either of her hips and lifted
her slightly, then started working his cock up and into
her pussy.
As Jason settled into a regular cadence, she was limp
in his and Don's hands, allowing her pussy and mouth to
be used for their pleasure. Steve eased up behind her
and started to remove the plug from her ass. I knew
where he was headed, and was eager to see her with
three cocks buried in her body, all holes filled, as my
own cock throbbed with the frustration of inattention.
But Leah stepped forward and stopped him. 'Wait your
turn, her ass is mine.'
I wasn't sure of her meaning, but I was certainly for
Steve plugging her ass with his short, fat dick. Leah's
words sent my imagination into overdrive, compensating
for my disappointment.
Steve wasn't going to have to wait long, as the moans
from Don pointed to his nearing orgasm. Leah was once
again taking photos, giving the whip, and my wife, a
rest. As Don's moans became more frantic, Jason, the
quiet one, spoke to my wife. 'Make sure you take it
all, I don't want it spilling on me.'
He steadily fucked her pussy as Don finally reached his
limit, holding her head and crying out as he pumped his
come into her willing mouth. She swallowed every drop.
Steve didn't give him much time to cool down, pushing
him away and bringing his own cock to her waiting
mouth. She was able to take him all the way in with
ease, his pubic hair pressed against her nose, and it
was literally only a minute before he also filled her
mouth with semen. Once again she took it all, sucking
him dry as he pumped into her mouth in time with
Jason's cock pounding in her pussy.
Jason was getting frantic now, and he suddenly lifted
her up and stood, snatching her away from Steve's
depleted cock, easily holding her tiny form on his
giant cock. Holding her off the ground skewered on his
manhood for a moment for us all to see, he then spun
around and laid her back on the bench. Bringing her
nylon covered ankles to his shoulders, he came down on
her, pinning her knees against the clamps on her
nipples as he drove his huge dick in and out of her
pussy.
The pounding was ferocious, her breasts slapping
forward with every beat, as she lay beneath this big
man and took everything he had to give. Leah came and
sat next to me, and I wished she'd grab my cock as I
watched my wife be brutally fucked by this man and his
monster cock, her usual litany of lust spilling from
her lips. 'Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh God
fuck me with that huge cock of yours. Fuck me.'
On and on she went, as Leah leaned in to my ear,
stroking my cheek. 'She's incredible. Does she always
orgasm so much?' I only nodded as I watched, wanting
Leah to touch my cock, to help me.
When they both reached orgasm together, it was an
incredible sight, there on the side of the lake, out in
the open before God and everyone. Obviously working for
the cameras, Jason pulled out of her pussy and fired
stream after stream of hot come across her body.
The quantity and the force was impressive, beyond
anything I could ever muster, with come extending from
her chin to her pussy, Jason directing a large portion
of it across both breasts. My wife wailed through her
orgasm, trying to grind her pussy up against Jason,
tossing her head from side to side as hot semen rained
on her body.
Come shots on the internet were never a turn on for me,
but seeing this display in person, my wife the
recipient, was one of the most intensely erotic moments
of my life. When it ended, Jason crawled off my wife
and she lay spent on the bench, naked and exposed,
drenched in come, her bound hands up over her head, the
chain connecting her two nipples rising and falling as
she panted in satisfaction. Don was taking pictures as
Steve looked on in admiration.
As my wife cooled down, Leah told Steve to remove her
blindfold. She lay there naked, her eyes closed, not
yet ready to come face to face with her tormentors just
yet. Gradually, she opened her eyes, blinking to adjust
to the brightness of the day. She surveyed the naked
guys around her, then looking over her right shoulder,
settled on me, my hard-on pointing skyward as Leah
continued to rub my cheek. She watched me for a few
moments, then slid off the bench, and with some
difficulty on her stiff, sore legs, came towards me.
The video cameras continued to run, capturing her now
uncovered face, but she seemed not to care as she
dropped to the ground between my legs, staring up to
Leah as if to ask permission.
'Go ahead, he deserves it for letting us share you.'
My wife shifted her gaze to me, asking a question with
her eyes. 'It's OK baby', was all I could think to say,
as my eyes shifted from hers to the milky wetness
covering her breasts. She gave me a weak smile, then
leaned forward and took my throbbing cock into her
warm, wet mouth.
It was clear that I was going to follow the same timing
as Steve, too turned on to hold back, and she slid off
and licked the underside down to my balls to prolong
the moment. Licking back up my cock, hers eyes locked
on mine, and when she reached the top she stopped. In a
weak voice she asked, almost pleading, 'You knew I
liked it rough?'
'Yes.' I tried to sound reassuring.
Her voice was very soft. 'I wanted to take it to
another level, but I knew you could never hurt me. I
couldn't possibly explain to you how bad I wanted it.'
'Now I know.' I paused, then added, 'You liked it?'
'God, yes.' And with that she swallowed my cock again,
moving her head up and down as she sucked on it. Leah's
hand rubbed across my thigh for a moment then went to
my wife's head, lightly stroking her hair as she went
down on me. My head rolled back in pleasure, and the
last thing I saw before I closed my eyes were the other
three guys standing around my wife, watching her suck
cock. The pressure in me built momentarily, then
exploded as I finally found release.
Surprised to feel her pull me from her mouth, my eyes
popped open and watched in amazement as my dear wife
directed my come all across her own face, the small
crowd cheering her on. When I heard the click of the
camera, I hoped yet again to see the shots of this
incredible scene, my naked wife kneeling before me, her
bound hands directing my come to her face, as a nearly
naked woman tongued my ear.
It was some time later before we hit the trail again,
and for the walk back out, Leah gave my wife her shoes
and socks back. That was it. Her dress was gone, and
the remains of the stockings had been thrown on the
remnants of the fire. She had not been offered a chance
to wash off in the lake, and she had not asked for one,
the come drying on her body and in her hair.
As she walked before me, I watched her naked form
carefully, ready to act quickly should her exhausted
body fail her on the difficult footing of the path. The
butt plug, still buried in her ass at Leah's
instructions, swayed deliciously as she made her way
along the trail, seemingly undisturbed by her nudity.
Her breasts swung beautifully, the chain now gone. The
leather straps had been removed from her ankles to make
way for her shoes, but those on her wrists remained,
although they had been separated so she could use her
arms for balance.
The mood among the camera crew was light as we made our
way along, and Leah, now dressed in the clothes she had
worn in, was eyeing my wife with regularity. She smiled
at her softly when they made eye contact, and asked how
she was doing, the gentleness she now expressed as
sweet as her torture had been evil. There was a
connection between them that I watched with interest.
When we arrived back at the highway, the guys loaded
the gear as Leah, to my surprise, again attached my
wife's wrist restraints, this time behind her back. My
wife offered no resistance, simply hanging her head as
a pick-up truck passed not ten feet away, the two young
male occupants hooting in joy at seeing a naked woman
on the side of the road. They hit the brakes, but
quickly moved on as big man Jason stepped forward and
simply shook his head no.
Leah looked at me. 'You planning to stay at the hotel
in town?'
Just me? 'Yes.'
'The guys will take you there. I want to use your car.'
It wasn't hard to tell I was confused and concerned. It
was also clear my wife was surprised, but she said
nothing. She remained totally passive, which was out of
character for her, a remarkable change. Leah let me
worry for a moment, then added, 'This one is special, I
haven't had enough. I want to take her home to meet my
roommate. I'll bring her back to you at the hotel
tomorrow.'
The guys looked on in silence, as another car drove by,
my wife totally exposed. I looked her over, Her body
had a slight sheen of sweat from the hike, and numerous
welts were still clearly visible, scattered across her
front. Her nipples were red and swollen, and I
remembered how she had screamed when the clips had been
removed, the returning circulation bringing pain with
it. As I stared at her beautiful naked body, readily
available for inspection with her hands bound behind
her back, I felt a stirring in my groin, despite my
uncertainty about the situation.
Leah turned to my wife, placing her arms around her
shoulders and pulling her naked form up against her own
body. With erotic tenderness, she leaned in and kissed
my wife. My cock definitely stiffened as my wife
responded eagerly. The kiss was long and passionate,
their heads tilting in opposite directions and their
eyes closing as their mouths opened to accept each
other's tongue. When they finally paused, Leah held her
close, and looking deep into her eyes, asked, 'You want
to come with me.' My wife hesitated only a moment, then
nodded a yes, never losing eye contact.
Watching this exchange, their could be no doubt that
wife was knowingly agreeing to be Leah's lover for the
evening, and probably her roommate's as well, male or
female. It turned me on, plain and simple.
When Leah turned back to me, I handed her the keys
without a word. My wife came up to me and kissed me,
tenderly, but with less passion then she kissed Leah.
She looked at me with pleading eyes. Her question was
simple, 'OK?'
I smiled. 'OK.'
As my naked wife stood before me, on the side of the
highway, her hands bound behind her back, I knew she
wanted to do this. I knew my beautiful, strong willed,
ever dominant wife, a model mother and a leader within
our community, wanted to be a love slave to the woman
who had just beat her, out in the open, in broad
daylight, to numerous orgasms. I wanted her to do it as
well. When she turned to walk to the car, the butt plug
was still deep in her ass. Leah helped her into the
passenger seat, closed the door, then went around to
the driver's side, got in, and drove away with her
prize without a word.
The half hour drive to the hotel seemed longer, and I
was quiet as the other guys talked freely about how
exciting the day had been, and how hot my wife was. I
heard enough to know Leah's roommate was a submissive
college girl, and that these guys ran an adult web site
on which my wife would soon be a featured model. The
last part was a bit unsettling, but I also realized my
wife knew that all along.
As their talk turned to the need to relieve their
horniness, I felt a twinge of anticipation as I
wondered if they had plans for me. Leah made it clear
my wife had told them about our previous adventures,
and while I had never done anything with another guy
when my wife wasn't around, I found I was turned on by
the thought of being forced to offer relief to these
three. But they simply dropped me off with a friendly
good-bye, unloading my bags, which had been transferred
from the other car.
It was a long and lonely night, and I masturbated
numerous times, turned on by the events of the day and
thoughts of what my wife must be doing. Sleep was
difficult. Leah brought my wife back to me mid-
afternoon the next day, when my anxiety was nearly
spiraling out of control.
My wife was dressed in a simple white dress, which was
made of thin cotton and did little to conceal the fact
that she was naked underneath. Red marks were still
visible on her thighs. Leah was warm and friendly, and
kissed me deeply. She then kissed my wife as
passionately as the day before, right there in the
parking lot, catching the interest of a couple of other
guests that were milling about. Leah offered a word of
thanks, and then she was gone.
My wife was exhausted and needed sleep, drifting off
almost immediately as she lay contentedly in my arms on
the hotel bed. Suppressing my urge to ask questions, I
held her as she slept, wanting desperately to know what
the night had been like. I knew she would tell me, and
as I deviously unbuttoned her dress as she slept, I got
my first clue. Her pussy was as bare as the day she was
born.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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