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A short story by Skybo Vromaghaven, ©2005, all rights
reserved. This is a work of fiction and all characters
herein are totally fictional. Any resemblance to
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Descent Into Hell
by Skybo (skybov@hotmail.com)
***
A weak man is led into the depths of depravity by his
slutty wife. But love triumphs in the end. (MMF, Fdom,
reluc, cuck, bi, orgy)
***
This is the story about my descent into hell and the
beginning of my journey out. I am not sure when it
started, but I know when it became obvious. We were
having some neighbors—Bob and Mary Lou—over for a
cookout. Things went well, and we all had a bit much to
drink during the course of the afternoon. About seven
we moved into the pool house and continued to drink.
Jane put a music DVD in and we all listened to the
music and watched the dancers.
Our pool house has two rattan sofas, a couple of chairs
and a big "papa san" chair. If you haven’t seen one
before it is like a big shallow bowl about 6 feet
across with a soft cushion in it. It tilts up at about
a 30 degree angle, so you can sit in it like a big soft
chair. Bob was in the papa-san, Jane and Mary Lou were
at either end of one of the sofas with their feet
propped up on the coffee table, and I was stretched out
on the other sofa.
Like I said, we were all a bit in the bag, it was warm,
and the music was cool and somewhat erotic. I dozed off
a few moments, then woke up. Jane was now in the papa-
san with Bob, sitting somewhat crosswise in his lap,
leaning back with her shoulders against the chair
beside him. Mary Lou was snoring lightly in her corner
of the sofa. I could see them all clearly in the
reflection off the sliding glass door to the pool area.
Bob and Jane were watching me. I guess I had made some
noise when I woke up. I had been suspecting Jane had
been screwing around for some time; this seemed like
the perfect chance to watch her and see what she did
when thought she could get away with it. I expected
some kissing and perhaps some fondling, but what I saw
really shook me.
I closed my eyes to just a crack and lay there,
breathing evenly, pretending to slide back into sleep.
My eyes were very nearly closed, and they did not
realize I was watching the reflection. After a short
while they turned toward each other and began to kiss.
I guess my stirring had interrupted them earlier. After
a few kisses, Bob’s hand disappeared beneath Jane’s
flowing skirt, and I could see the bulge beneath the
skirt as he moved his hand onto her pussy area. He
began to work his fingers against her pussy as she
spread her legs to give him full access.
I could not believe this. She was leaning back now,
just enjoying his attentions. I saw the hand move as he
pushed her panties aside to enter her hairy pussy with
his fingers. She had to be very wet by this time. She
began grinding her hips against his hand. This was so
weird—from the waist up they looked as innocent as
could be, beneath her dress he was finger fucking her
and rubbing her clit.
Every few moments one or the other would look over at
me to see if I was still sleeping. He moved his hand
from her, and dipped it down between them. At first I
thought he was rubbing her ass, but then I realized he
was unzipping and freeing his prick.
He brought his hand back on top, reaching down and
using it to rub his dick against her pussy lips. He was
moving and stroking along the lips, not into them. She
was breathing harder now, and working her hips in
rhythm with his movements. Then she raised up a bit,
and helped him slip it in from the rear, then lay back
down across him.
They were trying to keep it quiet; but I could see a
slow rhythmic movement of Jane’s hips as she squirmed
on his dick. I should have said something, but it was
so weird watching them fuck right there in front of
their "sleeping" spouses. I made noise and stirred a
bit—they both froze right there.
They watched me a few minutes and tried to start again,
but apparently he had lost the hard on. Anyway, it
seemed to slip out and he couldn’t get it back in. She
looked really hot and frustrated and wanted it bad now,
so bad that she was willing to risk getting caught to
get it. She rolled over off of him, bent down and began
sucking on his wilted dick and pumping it with her
hand.
After she got it hard again, she slid back over onto
it, again putting it in from the rear. She was grinding
her butt against him now, getting near her climax when
he apparently began coming inside her. I again made a
noise and moved some more, and again they froze.
Apparently he lost the hard-on, both from coming and
from fear of getting caught. Just looking at her,
anyone could easily see she was frustrated, with a
pussy full of come but no way to get to her own climax.
I tossed and turned some more, apparently beginning to
wake up. Bob got his hand down between them and zipped
his pants as she slid over beside him. There they sat,
innocent as you please, watching the TV together.
I sat up, and apologized for dozing off. Bob said "no
problem" because he had dozed off as well. Not only was
he a weasel-dick wife fucker, he was also a liar.
Anyway, Bob said it was late and he and Mary Lou needed
to be getting home, so he awakened her and after a few
goodbyes they left.
I was going to confront her about fucking him, but she
didn’t give me a chance. Not ten seconds after the door
shut, Jane grabbed my dick and stuck her tongue down my
throat. She was horny and frustrated, and badly needed
some dick. She said "Baby, I thought they’d never
leave. I want you so bad." She kept working my dick
with her hand, kissing me, and pressing her breasts
against me.
My dick started to get hard and she used it to lead me
to the sofa. She lay me down on the sofa, and kneeling
beside me, took off my shirt, shoes, sox, and trousers.
Her face pressed into my groin as she began working my
shorts off around my erection. She kissed and licked my
dick, running her tongue rapidly across the most
sensitive parts.
She said, "I am so wet, I want you so much." I knew she
was wet, she still had a pussy full of his cum, but I
wasn’t supposed to know that. I knew I shouldn’t
tolerate this, but I loved her so much and wanted her
so badly that I would do anything to keep her. She left
her skirt on, but kicked off her shoes and stepped out
of her panties. She climbed up on top, on her knees
facing toward my feet, bent down, and again began
sucking on my dick.
She was offering me her wet, cum-filled pussy to eat
and I could not resist. I began licking and sucking on
her wet pussy, holding her ass firmly in my hands. The
thought of me unknowingly eating her lover’s cum pushed
her over the edge, and she began her orgasm on my
tongue, pushing her pussy tightly into my face. It was
my turn now.
We rolled over and I climbed on top of her, lifting her
ass and impaling her pussy with my almost painfully
hard dick. With her legs up on my shoulders I began
pounding into her, going deeper and deeper with each
stroke, my balls bouncing off her ass. A mixture of his
come and her juices gushed out of her pussy each time I
pushed in. She was going crazy, coming again and again,
or maybe it was just a continuation of the original.
When I came I thought my balls were exploding through
my dick, it felt so good! We both collapsed on the
sofa, wet and spent.
**
We spent the night there on the sofa, in each other’s
arms. I loved her, and loved making love with her, but
I knew I could not trust her. She was like a mink,
wanting to fuck and not worrying too much about who. I
think the excitement of cheating was a big part of it.
For sure the excitement of fucking Bob had her really
primed for me. I hated sharing her, but saw no other
way to keep her.
From there, things only got worse as she got bolder in
her cheating. A week or so later we went out to a club
to dance and have a few drinks. She always looked good,
but she had on some new club clothes that really showed
her assets. The satin top was tied below her unfettered
breasts with no other closures, leaving a deep V from
the neck to the knot.
You could see about half a breast showing on either
side. Her firm breasts looked great and the nipples
stood out through the satin, almost peeking out the V.
Her skirt hung low on her waist, well below her belly
button. All you could see between her breasts and the
skirt was a slim, tanned waist. The skirt itself was
long, down to her ankles, but slit up the side to her
waist where the ribbon holding her panties together
showed.
She had long dangle earrings matching a thin chain
around her neck The chain went around her neck, then
dropped to her breasts where a nipple clamp embraced
each firm nipple. She looked hot and she was. I started
to get uneasy, because she looked so ready for action.
In the club, men kept watching her, some of them to the
evident displeasure of their dates.
We had a few drinks, and danced. I got up and went to
the bathroom. When I returned to the table she was
gone, but I spotted her on the dance floor. It was a
fast song, and the moves she was making were just short
of pornographic. She was really enjoying herself,
showing off and getting attention.
After the dance she returned to the table, but the
flood gates were open and men kept coming over and
asking her to dance. After a few dances, she stopped
coming back to the table and just changed partners on
the dance floor. She had several men standing around
her, taking turns dancing and competing for her
attention.
One black man was especially aggressive, not wanting to
relinquish her to the other dancers. Finally the others
walked away, heaving him in possession of her. They
began dancing to a slow dance, and she put her head on
his shoulder. His hand went behind her, slipped beneath
her skirt, and began rubbing her ass. With this, she
began grinding her pussy into him. I thought they were
going to fuck right there on the dance floor. She
whispered something to him, and he nodded.
At the end of the song he left her on the dance floor,
then left the club. She returned to the table, had a
swallow of her drink, and said she had to go to the
john. I said OK, and she left heading toward the ladies
room, but continued on past it, and out toward the exit
on the other side. I had expected this, and was waiting
where I could see her leave. She met him just outside
the door and they began walking quickly down the block.
I almost lost them, then I saw this light go on and off
in a car parked in a corner of the parking lot. I
ducked down low, and circled around to where I could
see inside the car. There they were in the back seat,
and he already had her top untied and his head buried
between her full breasts. He was kissing and licking
them, and pulling on the nipples.
The chain got in his way, and he simply broke it. She
didn’t care, she was into the sex now and just wanted a
good hard fucking. Her skirt was spread open and her
panties were bright against her tanned skin. He untied
the ribbon holding her panties together, and pulled
them off. He began to rub her pussy with one hand while
he unfastened his trousers with the other.
As his trousers dropped, his dick plopped free. It was
large, heavy and growing. He pumped it a couple of
times with his hand, then proceeded to slide it
bareback into her very wet pussy. She pushed up to meet
his thrusts and they began seriously fucking. It didn’t
last very long—I guess they were both too excited.
When he started cumming, that set her off and they were
bucking and yelling and cumming there in the back seat.
I beat feet back to my seat in the club, and was
sitting there when she came in. She looked flushed, and
a bit disheveled. I asked why it took so long, and she
said there was a big crowd in the bathroom.
I asked if she wanted to call it an evening and go home
for some serious lovemaking and she smiled. We left,
and as we drove home she reached over and unzipped me,
then put her head in my lap and began sucking on my
dick. I was trying to drive as she sucked and pumped on
my dick with her hand. She would occasionally bite the
head lightly, then resume licking and sucking.
It was only a few miles to our house, but I didn’t make
it without cumming. I shot a load into her mouth a few
blocks from the house. She swallowed the load and kept
on sucking until she had drained me dry. When we got
home, we went in the house and jumped into bed. Again
she wanted me to eat her cum-filled pussy.
I didn’t like the idea of eating another man’s cum, but
I wanted her so badly and could not refuse her. Just
like before, she really got off on "tricking" me into
eating her after she had fucked someone else. By the
time I had orally satisfied her, I was hard again, and
we screwed for about 10 or 15 minutes before I came for
the second time.
After that second incident, I knew I had to talk about
it with her. I told her I knew about her infidelity,
and that while I loved her, I was afraid it would
damage our marriage. She said the marriage was the most
important thing in the world to her, and that she would
do her best to straighten out. She said she didn’t
understand why, but she had a need to be degraded, to
be taken and used. She didn’t want to be raped, but she
could not resist men who never gave her the opportunity
to say no.
I hoped things would get better with her and for a few
months they did. My office Christmas party ended up a
humiliating experience. She wore a mesh tank top that
plainly showed her nipples, a black skirt with a high
slit, black hose, red garters and no panties. When I
voiced some concern about her dress, she called me a
prude and said she was proud of how she looked and that
I should be proud as well.
At first she behaved pretty well, but after everyone
had consumed several drinks, someone put on some music
and the dancing started. She was dancing with my boss,
rubbing her tits against his chest and nuzzling his
neck. It was obvious he was getting a hard on; and
especially obvious to his wife who came out on the
dance floor and dragged him back to their table.
Jane was oblivious, she just started dancing with one
of the junior execs, who responded to her sexuality in
kind. They were all over each other on the dance floor,
then they disappeared into one of the offices.
After a few minutes he came out and spoke with another
of the junior execs who went into the office where she
waited. The first guy went around the party, speaking
with several of his colleagues, all of who headed for
the office. I was worried and tagged along behind them.
Ours is a large company and I don’t believe they were
aware of my relationship with her. She was spread out
on the desk, with a cushion under her head and her legs
hanging off.
The second man had dropped his trousers and was fucking
away at her willing pussy. One of the others moved
beside her, and unzipped. She took his dick, first in
hand and then in her mouth. She was sucking away on one
as another fucked her. There were about seven men in
the room, not counting me, and I tried to stay in the
background so she wouldn’t see me. She did, though, and
her eyes went wide, then she went back to what she was
doing without breaking stroke. They all fucked her, and
she sucked most of them off as well.
One by one they left, till it was just her and me in
the room. I looked at her there on the desk, cum
running out of her pussy and splatters of cum on her
cheeks and in her hair, and I cried. My heart was
breaking. She said "Come eat me baby, I need you so
much."
I wanted to leave but I couldn’t. I walked over to the
desk, kneeled at the end of it, and began licking and
sucking on her ravaged twat. She said "Oh baby, that’s
so good—suck it all, lick me clean baby, lick me
clean." When I started sucking on her clit she started
cumming again.
I couldn’t get it up at this point, there was just too
much going on. I helped get her clothes as straight as
we could and cleaned her up somewhat, then we left the
party through the rear door. The next Monday at work
there were a lot of snickers behind my back—evidently
everyone knew what had happened. My boss never
mentioned it, but I don’t think we will be invited to
many more parties.
I again sat down with her and talked about the concern
her behavior was causing me. This time she just looked
at me and said that if I wanted to move on, that was
OK, but that she wasn’t going to change. If I wanted to
stay with her, I would have to accept her as she was.
That was hard to swallow, but I love her and could do
nothing but accept. I dreaded the weekend, because that
was when we were going out again and I feared how it
would end up. Little did I know.
We left the house around 9 after several drinks, and
headed for a place where we often went to have a few
drinks and dance. She again dressed very slutty: tight
top with no bra, short skirt, and high heel boots. She
had on fishnet stockings, so I guessed she had on panty
hose, but was pretty sure that was all she had on under
the skirt. In the car her skirt rode up, and I could
tell that the panty hose were crotchless and that
indeed she had on no panties.
Further, she had shaved her pussy, so what showed were
pink pussy lips poking out from the crotchless
pantyhose. I was scared and aroused at the same time.
About halfway to the club, she asked me to pull over at
this road house type bar. I told her I was worried,
that it looked like a rough place, especially with all
the motorcycles parked outside. She said I was foolish,
that I never wanted her to have any fun. I pulled in,
and we went inside.
It was very dark, but we found a booth near the dance
floor. The place was filled with rough looking people,
biker types both male and female. Our dress was
conspicuously different, and most of the people in the
place were checking us out. I was very uncomfortable,
and wanted to have one drink and leave. We ordered
drinks, and about the time the waitress left one of the
bikers put some money in the juke box.
When the music started he walked over and asked Jane to
dance, ignoring me totally. She got up and walked
toward the dance floor. He watched her ass as she
walked away from him, then followed her onto the floor.
As they began to dance, he pulled her tightly against
him, and ground his pubic area against hers in time
with the music. She didn’t try to pull away, apparently
pressing back against him. When the dance ended she
came back to our table and he went back to the bar. She
killed her drink quickly, and ordered another. About
this time another man asked her to dance.
This one was dirty looking, a big fellow with a large
gut and beard. He wore jeans and boots, with a soiled
white t-shirt and leather vest. The sleeves were cut
from the t-shirt and his arms were very hairy. The hair
partially obscured several tattoos. She hopped up and
headed for the dance floor. He looked over at me as
though daring me to say something; when I didn’t he
just smiled, and joined her on the dance floor.
He had his hand on her ass before they started dancing,
and pulled her tightly against him. As they danced he
continued to rub and squeeze her ass with the hand I
could see. I am not sure what he was doing with the
other but I feel certain he was giving a breast the
same treatment. She was pressed tightly against him,
enjoying his attentions. When the dance ended, he just
stood there and continued to squeeze her ass. She
leaned into him, and wrapped her arms around his waist—
at least as far as they would reach.
I got up and went to the dance floor and said "Jane, we
need to be going now." She told me to have another
drink, that she was not ready to leave. When I
protested, the big guy hit me hard in the stomach, just
below my ribs. I probably couldn’t have fought him
anyway, but being taken unawares he just knocked all
the wind out of me.
Then he announced to everyone in the bar that I had had
too much to drink and fallen down, and asked for help
to take me into the back. Two men each took one of my
arms and carried/dragged me into a back room which had
a bed and a couple of chairs. The big biker, my wife
and several other bikers followed. When we got into the
room, he grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me up, then
slapped me several times in the face.
I was still having trouble breathing and now I was
tasting blood and seeing stars from the hard slaps. He
threw me into the corner and said "Sit there, Nancy,
and keep your mouth shut or I’ll beat the shit out of
you!" I knew he meant it. Jane was sitting on the bed
watching all this. She had a strange light in her eyes
as though she was enjoying my humiliation. She needed
to feel degraded and to see me degraded as well.
He turned to Jane, and pushed her back on the bed. She
was lying flat on her back with all her clothes still
on. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out a dick that
was about the size and thickness of a beer can. He got
on the bed between her knees, stroked his dick a couple
of times, and proceeded to cram it into her. If she
hadn’t already been wet from watching my humiliation
and from the feeling up she had received on the dance
floor it probably would have hurt her, but she just
opened her legs wide and it slid right in.
He was on his knees, holding her hips and pulling her
into him as he fucked her. One of the other men
unzipped and walked over by her. She started pumping
his dick, then turned and took it into her mouth. Her
body was shaking as the big man fucked her, and her
head was bobbing on the other biker’s dick. One of the
women bikers reached over and ripped Jane’s blouse
open, showing her large tits and prominent nipples.
The female biker began to suck on a nipple, pulling on
it and biting it with her teeth. Jane was going wild
with the stimulation—being fucked, sucking a dick, and
having her tit sucked at the same time. She started
cumming and screaming around the dick in her mouth. The
big guy fucking her and the guy she was blowing started
cumming at the same time. She tried to swallow, but a
stream ran down her face.
Another biker took the big guy’s place between her
legs, and the female biker dropped her jeans and
turned, offering her ass to Jane. Jane began tonguing
the female biker’s ass, reaching around with one hand
and rubbing her clit at the same time. The biker was in
heaven, and said "Oh god, this is the best ass licking
I ever had."
By now the second biker had finished and a third
climbed aboard. When he put his dick in her well used
pussy, it was so loose he could hardly feel it, so he
pulled out and aimed a bit lower, sliding it into her
asshole. If she wasn’t so covered with cum and other
body fluids, he might have had trouble getting it in,
but it slid in without almost no effort.
Apparently her ass was tight enough for him because he
began pumping away and came before too long. This went
on for a couple of hours. I don’t know how many people
fucked or were sucked by Jane. I saw her eat at least
three bikers’ assholes.
When they were finished, the big guy walked over to me
where I lay in the floor, pulled out his dick and
started pissing on me. Two or three of the others
joined in. One female biker even pulled down her jeans
and peed on me. They laughed at me and walked out the
door. Jane lay back on the bed, covered with cum, and
smiled at me. "Having fun, honey? Come on over and eat
my sweet pussy—you know you like it."
When I just lay there, she got a mean look on her face
and said "you heard me, get your wimpy ass over here
and lick me clean". I didn’t like it, but I did as she
asked. I crawled over to the bed where she was now
sitting up, and started licking and sucking on her wet
and ravaged pussy. "My ass too, lick my asshole," she
said.
I complied. It is hard to believe, but by now I had a
hard on, so I climbed on top and began fucking her. Her
poor pussy was stretched wide, but I didn’t care. I had
to have her, had to affirm that she was mine.
I thought it couldn’t get any worse. Just a few days
after this incident, I came home from work to find Jane
about half drunk, and in one of her slut outfits. I
said "I didn’t know we were going out." And she replied
"We aren’t, a few friends are coming over, and I want
you to be nice to them."
I asked who, and she told me that she had been
sunbathing out by the pool earlier and had met some
workmen who were repairing the roof on the house next
door. I could easily picture this, she normally
sunbathed in our fenced yard topless, but from the roof
above the workmen would have had quite a view. She
admitted to being topless and asking them over for a
drink, but their foreman wouldn’t let them leave the
job, so she invited them to come back for a drink later
this evening.
About that time the doorbell rang, and she opened the
door for six roughly dressed men who had apparently
just got off work. They looked a bit apprehensive when
they saw me, but she told them to come on in, that I
was her husband and was glad to have them here. That
was far from the truth, but I didn’t dare correct her.
She showed them to the den and got them all a cold
beer.
Here I was standing around like an idiot in a coat and
tie and all these guys were in jeans and t-shirts, so I
went to our bedroom to quickly change. I slipped on
some khakis and a polo shirt, and hurried back to the
den. When I got there, Jane was sitting on a sofa
between two of the workmen, and they were all watching
a porno movie on our big-screen.
I could do nothing but watch the scenario unfold. I sat
in a chair over near the door, where I could see the
sofa and what was going on. The men on either side had
begun to rub her breasts and legs—her blouse soon came
off freeing her breasts to their touch. They were
kissing and fondling her breasts and one had his hand
up between her legs rubbing her pussy. They lay her
back on the sofa as the others moved in around them.
The man at her head was rubbing both breasts, telling
the others how good her titties felt as the man sitting
at her knees slipped off her panties. She lifted her
ass to help him, and was rubbing her clit as she did
it. He bent over between her legs and began to lick her
shaven pussy. She started bouncing her ass into his
face, in time with his licks and sucks on her clit.
Her pussy lips were red and swollen. The others had
closed in around them and were calling encouragement to
them. They were caught up in the heat of the moment and
had forgotten completely about me. The man at her knees
stood up and dropped his trousers. He was wearing no
underwear, and his dick was standing at full attention.
He moved over onto her, and easily slid his dick into
her well lubricated hole.
The others started shedding clothes until they were all
nude. She began furiously humping the dick inside her
as she reached for two of the now bare dicks around
her. The man at her head had moved over her to let her
suck his dick and lick his balls as she pumped a dick
with either hand.
The man fucking her finished, cumming inside her, and
moved aside for the next in line, when the others
started protesting that Charles had to go last. Because
of the size of his dick, they thought he would stretch
her pussy out to where they would not enjoy it. He
agreed, and let them go ahead of him. She had several
orgasms as she was being fucked.
Meanwhile the men getting the hand jobs started
cumming, and shot their loads on her breasts and
stomach. They would have sprayed her face, but they
were afraid to cum on the man she was sucking. He took
care of that, pulling out of her mouth just as he
started cumming, and spraying her face and hair with
his sticky cum. Charles started complaining that they
had messed her up, and that there was no way he could
fuck her without getting their cum all over him. Jane
said "Let my husband lick it off, he likes to lick me
clean."
They started calling for me to come over and lick the
cum off her. I tried to say no and leave the room, but
they began pushing and shoving me toward her. I got on
my knees and began to lick the cum off her face,
working my way down across her breasts and belly to her
pussy. When I started licking it off her pussy, she
started cumming again, and they all started cheering
and clapping. I felt so humiliated.
Charles climbed on board her now cleaned body and
slowly slipped the biggest dick I have ever seen, ever
imagined, into her. It must have been at least a foot
long and almost as thick as a baseball bat. The veins
stood out in ridges and were so firm they had to act
like little bumpers on her clit as he began to fuck
her. She started moaning and hit her first orgasm with
him on about his third stroke. He had just begun. He
pounded her pussy with that huge tool for around twenty
minutes.
She must have cum four or five times when he began
pumping his load into her. When he finished and got
off, she simply collapsed back onto the sofa. They
started pushing me back to clean her up again, and I
licked her pussy clean but she was too exhausted and
too spent to cum again.
As I started to turn away, Charles said, "You need to
clean this, too," holding his half wilted dick out for
me.
I protested, but the others pushed me toward him. So,
on my knees, I approached his huge tool, took it in my
mouth and began to lick it clean. He started getting
hard again, and trying to fuck my face, so I tried to
pull away. They were having none of it. I had no choice
but to suck him, so I tried to get it over with and
began pumping his dick with my hand as I sucked on the
head of his dick, at least what of it I could get into
my mouth. He came into my mouth, and I managed to
swallow most of it, the rest running down on my shirt.
They all laughed at this, and at me. They were pretty
well spent and had had all of Jane they wanted right
now, so they gathered up several beers each and left.
All except Charles. He picked up Jane and carried her
up to our bedroom and dumped her into our bed. He then
crawled in with her. I had followed and he just looked
at me and told me to get out.
I slept on the floor in the hall. I don’t know how many
times he fucked her, it seemed like they kept on all
night long. Luckily I had a change of clothes in the
laundry room because they were still going at it when I
had to leave for work the next day.
When I came home, Jane met me at the door in her
housecoat. She said "We need to talk". I asked about
what and she said "about us, and our relationship". She
told me my clothes were now in the downstairs bedroom,
and that I should ask permission from Charles before
coming on the second floor. I would not be allowed to
fuck her any more, but I would be required to clean
both her pussy and Charles’ dick after they had fucked.
When I was in the house I would have to wear a dress
and no underwear. When Charles’ friends came over, I
would be expected to service them with blow jobs like I
did Charles. As long as I did this, I could still live
in the house and still lick her pussy after she had
fucked Charles or one of his friends. If I didn’t
agree, I would have to leave.
I should have left, but I had been through all the
humiliation already and I still believed she would come
to her senses. We settled into a routine. I would go to
work in my business suits, then come home and change
into my dress. I would wait on them, serving them
liquor and food as they partied almost every night.
Charles would fuck her 3 or 4 times a day when I was
there, and I was expected to clean both of them.
Sometimes Charles would just tell me to suck him, and I
would. The worst was when his friends were over. They
would all get drunk and fuck, then expect me to clean
them up. The women were the worst—laughing at me and
asking me to lick the cum off their pussy and ass.
Once I was on my knees licking this one woman’s nasty
cunt—apparently she did not believe in bathing or
douching—and a man started trying to put his dick in my
ass under my dress. I tried to avoid it, and Charles
slapped me several times. I gave in, and after that
someone always wanted to fuck my ass. I had lost the
ability to get a hard on; but my obsession with Jane
continued.
I could not leave her even though it was obvious that
she cared little for me. My life consisted of work and
servitude. Jane used our savings to buy Charles a car
which he promptly wrecked. Our money was about gone,
our lives were in shambles, and I saw no way out.
Then I met Louise. She was one of the crowd over for
one of Charles’ many parties at my expense. But, she
wasn’t fucking anyone, just watching. She talked with
me when I was not being required to serve someone, and
seemed to sympathize. She was slim, with short black
hair and small breasts. We became friends.
I found out Louise had begun life as Louis, but she had
never been comfortable in her male body. She had taken
hormones for several years and planned to have surgery
when she had saved up enough money. Over the course of
several months we saw each other five times, each time
spending more time talking and getting to know each
other. She could not understand how Jane could allow,
no—support my being treated this way. I in turn could
not understand how such a beautiful and fascinating
person as she was could be so alone.
One fateful night the party crowd had lost track of us,
and we were alone in the pool house. We lay in the
papa-san chair and cuddled. I began to stroke her legs
and buttocks as we clung to one another. I reached
between her legs and touched her penis. It was about
three inches long, and firm but not hard. She said the
hormones had made it shrink and prevented her from
getting a full erection, but that it was still as
sensitive as ever and my touch felt wonderful. I bent
over, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and
began sucking on her dick.
This was the first time I had wanted to suck a dick,
but she was so feminine and perfect and it was so much
a part of her. I sucked her dick and swirled my tongue
around it, pumping it with my hand. She began thrusting
her hips forward, burying her dick in my mouth as I
sucked harder and faster until she began cumming in my
mouth. This was beautiful, and was the first "normal"
feeling I had experienced in months. I wanted her so
badly.
She reached for my penis, which was still soft. I had
not had an erection in a long time. Her soft lips
wrapped around it, and she began sucking me as I had
her. Although it never got fully hard, before long I
was cumming in her mouth. I was in heaven. I knew we
had to get away from this life, from Charles and Jane,
and my servitude.
We made plans. I applied for a job in another city, and
was accepted although at a lower salary. After one
weekend of debauchery at my home, I left for work and
instead went directly to the bank. I withdrew all our
remaining savings, deeded my half of our house to Jane,
got on board the airline with Louise, and flew away to
Mexico.
We stayed there for two weeks while I got a quickie
divorce and then flew out to my new job in a new town.
I don’t think Jane realized I was gone for the first
few weeks, at least until the checks started bouncing.
Once the money was gone, Charles had her selling her
ass on the streets to provide him with money. Louise
and I are living together.
She is my rock and my strength, and she stands beside
me. She still wants to get the operation, but I am very
pleased with her as she is and hope she will change her
mind. Our sex life is not traditional but we are both
happy and fulfilled.
I still wake up shaking, dreaming that Jane and Charles
have found me and that they will make me do what they
want. I have bought a pistol. I will not go back to
that life.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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