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To Love Honor and Obey
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
It is only now, when I look back over the many stories
I have compiled here, that I am beginning to realise
the extent to which my life has been governed by
extreme sexual experience. It is almost as if God had
singled me out at birth as a terrestrial beta site, to
monitor the effects on the human condition of
aggravated sexual opportunity. (MMF, mast, orgy, bd)
***
Whether or not you the reader, can accept the truth of
this latest disclosure, matters not one iota. The fact
is, that despite all the attending circumstances and
the ensuing marital dysfunctionality, that particular
evening remains a searing indictment of human weakness
but equally, the hottest sexual encounter I have ever
had the dubious privilege of participating in - and
that to include the machinations of Harper Valley.
Heading into my late twenties, my wife of some four
years was only twenty-two and with still the body, aura
and in many ways naivety, of a young girl. We had one
daughter who at the time was almost four. She has no
part in this recollection, I hasten to add
The previous year, Melissa had miscarried late and had
taken it badly. Blaming as some girls do, especially in
the absence of any other cause - herself, the marriage
had since been negotiating some rocky highways and
byways. Back then we lived in the beautiful Blue
Mountains in Sydney's west - some four thousand feet
above sea-level in an enormous though some might say
risky old home built on a steep cliff face that looked
across at the sprawling Jamieson Valley - a Grand
Canyonesque lookout. Supported on huge thirty foot
concrete staunchions sunk into the ground below the
house, anything above 5.0 on the Richter Scale would
have closed down any and all options for a continuance
of life.
We loved the place though and holed up there mid-winter
with snow outside, a roaring fire in the grate and a
glass or three of whatever champagne was on special
that week. We were doing alright, well up until the
miscarriage anyway. I was working as a teacher in the
city then and with the slow-haul two hour train-trip
home a couple of nights a week I wasn't back until
near-midnight having to pull down a late shift Tuesdays
and Thursdays.
The previous few years we had changed houses a couple
of times and were on a first name basis with every Real
Estate agent in the upper mountains. A couple of them
we used to see on a regular social basis, including Rob
Carter who had actually sold us the cliff-top edifice.
Rob didn't especially appeal to me - all glitz with
little depth but hey, his wife Adrienne more than made
up for it. Unfortunately, she wasn't to be part of this
little tale either.
The previous couple of weeks Melissa had been
particularly morose and short on humor. Whenever I
would try to negotiate some emotional inroads, asking
if she would like to talk about things, all she would
say is "You know what the problem is honey, just have
to let me handle it." Then she would give me a quick
kiss and smile that pretty smile she had totally
perfected. It was all I could do to go to work some
mornings!
The day in question, I had decided to drive to the city
being my late-shift and consequently faced a two-way
journey free of peak-hour traffic. The afternoon
offered-up nothing remarkable and with a slower than
average evening, I figured I would close-up the
training room (I worked for a major city newspaper,
teaching cadet journalists) and head off to my mountain
retreat.
Back almost an hour and a half early, not only was I
surprised to see Rob's new Landcruiser out the front of
our place, I could have sworn that was his business-
partner Craig Letchworth's Beamer parked right behind
him. "Hmmm, the plot thickens?" I was deliberating, as
I approached the front door. "Surely she's not planning
on us selling the house?" I began to wonder
abstractedly. On opening it, I was further astounded to
find no-one in either the lounge or dining room. The
least incisive of minds could filter out the only
remaining possibility - I think I already knew
subconsciously, the instant I had seen Rob's car.
An unlikely calm descended upon me and I was in no rush
even to make evident the shameful betrayal - perhaps
some part of me "understood?" As it was, I quietly
opened my daughter's bedroom door - the master bedroom
was closed I noted and sounds from within were now
audible. Female ecstasy is hard to suppress!.
Little Danielle was sleeping like an angel, I kissed
her and stayed for a few moments looking down at the
bed. The vulnerability of children, little girls
especially, is sometimes quite overwhelming.
Leaving her sound asleep, I walked up the hall to our
room. "Funny" I was thinking, in all the years we had
been together I couldn't recall ever closing our
bedroom door. Not figuring to make this easy on anyone,
I simply opened it and walked in.
Hard to remain calm and objective when one is
confronted by what amounts to the supranormal. Every
person there was affected differently. I think I was by
far the calmest - being in shock.
Rob, frozen in time-mid thrust, simply paled into a
sickly grey, his eyes instinctively dropping to my
hands, expecting one supposes to see there - some sort
of automatic weapon.
Craig, performing an exemplary job of holding Melissa's
right leg so far clear of the bed she looked like Nadia
Comaneci in training, just stared blankly. His left
hand I could see was still atop my young wife's pussy,
just centimetres from Rob's penetrative drill-bit.
Stationary now, I assume he had been fingering her in
whatever ingress was available, given the indignities
being perpetrated upon her.
A third man, whose first name I recalled was Gary -
another wannabe real estate magnate, was kneeling with
his back to the door, kissing Melissa with a decided
passion, as he permitted his hands the luxury of
traversing her quite small but undeniably sexy breasts.
Her nipples I noted were willing participants, to judge
by their wholly erect status. Being the last to become
aware of my presence inside the doorway, Gary was still
fondling her breasts with breathless enthusiasm, even
as the remainder of the tableau ground to a sudden
halt.
And then there was Melissa herself. To say she blushed
would be to critically understate the situation.
Withdrawing her right hand instantly from what I can
now only suppose was Gary's underpants, she just
covered her face with her hands - no one spoke!
"I can explain...." Rob began. I cut him off.
"No Rob, you can't 'explain,' I said, "There's no words
to adequately cover this situation. Tell me, "I added,
staring at him, "How would you feel if you got home and
found Adrienne being fucked senseless by the fridge
mechanic?" He didn't answer, choosing instead to stare
at the carpet.. What now in hindsight is almost
laughable, he hadn't even withdrawn from the depths of
Melissa's pussy.
"Whatever went out the window that night in terms of
marital trust, I have to freely admit to you all, that
seeing Melissa naked with those three men on our bed
and in so submissive a position, was arousing me to the
point of total forgiveness. I turned to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" Craig muttered nervously,
suspecting perhaps that I kept a loaded rifle in the
broom cupboard.
"I'm going to pour myself a drink actually," I told
him, "Can I get you guys anything?" Craig and Gary
looked at each other like I was just this side of
committable. They made like they were about to withdraw
from the action.
"Hey guys," I said, "No point you stopping now - may as
well keep going - I'm sure Melissa can hold up her end?
What about you Gary? Have you fucked her yet?" "
Perhaps in partial shock - but he shook his head.
"Well there you go," I replied, "Nothing ventured,
nothing gained. After Rob finishes there," I inclined
my head towards her still gaping legs, " Take up some
of the slack Gary and plough a few wild oats why don't
you?'
Melissa then began sobbing.
"It wasn't their fault," she whimpered, "They didn't
force me into it - I said they could come over."
"Well hey, that's great 'Lissa," I answered, "We're all
friends here, no harm done. Tell you what... let me
fuck you now and then we can just see what the rest of
the night brings by way of excitement." This at least
had the effect of causing Rob to withdraw his semi-
deflated prick which even in that condition was, I
could see, a tool to be reckoned with.
I couldn't tell you why but right then, the thought of
fucking my wife senseless - basically humiliating her
in front of that gathered assembly was the turn-on of
all turn-ons. At that moment, she leaned across to pick
up her bra and panties that someone had thoughtfully
left at the side of the bed.
"No... leave them off Melissa," I said. Something in my
tone made her look up at me. "I'm serious sweetheart,"
I continued, "I'm going to fuck you right here, right
now - so you may as well lay back and enjoy it."
Giving her no time to ponder this, I walked directly to
the foot of the bed, lifted her legs and spread her
fully indecently right there at the edge of the quilt..
Somehow that sexy little slit had never looked more
appealing. Perhaps it was just the vulnerable situation
of my young wife naked and spreadeagled before three
other men? Perhaps I was just so fully unhinged at that
point, my gyroscope was off-center and I had a
subconscious need to assert my manhood before my peers.
The fact she was crying both with embarrassment and I
suppose shame at her discovered betrayal, was just
icing on the cake. I couldn't spread her enough now and
given the disproportionately engorged state of my
erection, I needed every degree available.
Penetrating her, as one might a slut on heat, I was but
barely cognizant of any marital bond. I simply had to
punish Melissa for her transgressions and forcing
myself ever deeper, I noticed with almost dispassionate
acceptance...the other men's cum leaking now from her
denigrated pussy as little white strings trickled down
the inside of her thighs. In my highly aroused state I
motioned to Rob and Gary to hold her legs for me.
It was not what you might adjudge the average
consummated act. I was raping her as surely as I
breathe - and I wasn't handling that aspect all that
well right then either.
For her part - perhaps out of guilt, maybe in a state
of uncontrolled lust - I neither knew or cared which,
Melissa's tear-stained face began to respond to my
wicked incursions. Her hips too, free of any emotional
reticence, began to buck with pleasure, thrusting her
pussy up to meet the penetrative invader.
"I'm sorry Noel," Rob muttered, caressing Melissa along
the length of her pussy even as I was fucking her, "But
this is so damned hot - I just don't know what to say.
Your wife is just so sexy.'
"Ain't that the truth?" I was thinking as the light
turned green and I expelled at Mach 4 at least, every
last chromosome I had on board. Melissa simply lay
there gasping as I emptied the store-room. Her lovely
breasts I noted were jiggling as I continued pumping
her, Craig's eyes I could see peering lustfully at that
very area of her chest.
"It's OK Craig," I grinned "Do what you like with her
tits, it's on the house!"
Melissa looked across pleadingly at me as I returned
her glance with what probably appeared to be total
disdain. Whatever she had been about to say - she
withheld, and offered no resistance to Craig's hands as
they began fondling her breasts and tugging on her
nipples lewdly. If anything I detected some pleasured
wriggling at the indecent contact.
"You're up Gary," I said, turning to my left,
indicating he should replace me on the Bridge.
"Y-You mean I can er, actually do it... with her?" he
muttered.
"Yeah," I replied simply. "Fuck her as hard and as long
as you want."
He didn't need any further prompting and extricating
what was understandably a healthy boner, he had her
moaning in ecstasy in seconds.
I gotta say - making eye contact with Melissa as this
guy's cock rammed its socially forbidden way up her
still tight little slit was quite some emotional wrench
- I suspect for both of us. From her viewpoint,
shamefully arousing - being taken like a slut in front
of her husband while other mens' hands groped her non-
stop. From my viewpoint - equally shameful pride at my
wife's slim and fully exposed body being treated like a
Cro-magnon fuck-fest.
Either way, Gary was certainly not pondering the
semantics of the situation, nor I think dwelling on his
own marital obligations. He was simply porking
unromantically but most effectively let it be said, a
young girl that I had noticed previously he had eyed-
off quite unashamedly, in the realtor office when we
had winged in there several months earlier.
"Fuck she is so hot," he muttered, approaching the
final square. He only needed a six to win. Melissa, her
eyes closed now, was thrusting her hips up to meet her
partner's incoming impregnator and gasping in full
sexual arousal. What Craig was doing to her tits is no-
one's business, while Rob was continuing to play with
her pussy lips and seemingly content to massage leaking
cum into her thighs and lower abdomen.
"I'm going to fill her cunt," Gary announced to no-one
in particular as he proceeded to do just that. Melissa
I knew, was not used to vulgarisms like this, yet she
showed no untoward reaction to his words - if anything
I detected the onset of a sexy smile. Personally,
hearing reference to my young wife's "cunt" was a
massive turn-on, I hoped there might be more.
Figuring that this was a good place for a Commercial
break, I told them I would be back after checking on my
daughter and that they could make up their own rules as
they went along so far as Melissa was concerned. The
look she gave me as I exited the room was priceless.
"You heard the man," was the last thing I heard as I
closed the door behind me.
Little Danielle had barely moved, still lying on her
side, no doubt dreaming of that which little girls do
and blissfully unaware of her mom's (for the most part
- willing) sexual degradation just two doors down the
hallway. I intended it should stay that way!
Pulling the door to, I decided now was as good a time
as any to pour myself that double shot of Black Label.
The others could wait till they get home I
rationalised. Letting them suck and fuck my twenty-two
year old wife was right neighborly enough surely? no
need to go overboard and bequeath them my best Scotch
too!
On my return they were neither sucking or fucking her
however! Either of her own volition or at someone's
kinky behest, Melissa had pulled her skimpy black lace
panties back on and was rather indelicately draped
across Rob's knee right there on the edge of the bed.
Her legs kicking like an embarrassed schoolgirl and
with Craig and Gary enjoying a handful of jiggling
breast each, 'Lissa's shapely bottom was receiving some
seriously hard spanking.
"That hurts," she whimpered as Rob's hand set her right
hand ass-cheek quivering beneath the almost see-thru
material. Visually, I have to say I could have gotten
to like watching this on a regular basis. To be honest,
I had never spanked her - even playfully. That she
deserved such treatment was beyond question though - I
just hoped the sound of male hand descending on sexy
female backside, did not awaken my daughter. That might
have been hard to explain. "Mommy's just playing
sweetheart!"
As I entered, Rob looked up. "Don't mind us doing this
to your wife do you Noel?" Right then I was actually
visualising Adrienne in her own tight little panties,
across my knee - and how sexy her rear-end would look,
as I so indecently heated it up. I wondered what Rob
might think of that little scenario. A loud cry from
Melissa as one of Rob's spanks connected with her upper
thigh brought me back to Earth.
"Hey guys," I said, "Tone it down a bit would you?
Don't want our small daughter waking up and asking
questions thanks.
"Let me have a turn," Gary chipped in, stepping up to
the podium as it were. Rob stayed his hand and
proffering Melissa's far-from sated little rear, looked
on as Gary delivered the first of several quite hard
spanks across both ass-cheeks. If I didn't know better,
I would swear she was arching her back with pleasure
whilst at the same time pressing down with her pussy on
the side of his knee.
Either way, there could be no doubting the arousal-
value of her sexy little breasts, as they jiggled there
in full view of an entranced audience, in response to
each contacted spank. Rob and Craig in fact were
availing themselves of her bra-less state, groping and
fondling her nipples with reckless abandon. It wasn't a
scene her father could ever have envisaged let's say,
not to mention the Catholic Priest who married us.
One could only make the comment that the evening
degenerated into even grayer areas after that. Once you
have defined the sexual playing-field, established the
willingness and almost limitless complicity of the sole
female team-member (especially at just twenty-two) the
rules of the game are no longer governed by the
Marquess of Queensbury.
After the spanking session ran its course and
predictably Craig insisted on delivering his six on her
bare bottom, the other two delighting in the
opportunity to pull her panties down once more, as her
token resistance ran its course... we tied her up and
acted rather badly.
All four of us raped her - there being no other way to
describe what we perpetrated upon that helpless and
restrained set of curves. Melissa is only a small girl
- not even five-three in bare feet and weighing-in at
no more than 120 pounds, hardly in a position to repel
the sexual advances of four adult males.
Passing out with sensory overload more than once, we
had her conventionally on her back, standing - while
held up by two men in rotation, face-down on the quilt
and of course, on all fours - that delightfully rosy
little backside almost detracting from the inner
dripping cavern it so zealously guarded.
My own participation of course, I viewed as just
punishment. I wanted her humiliated, used and abused -
'till death do us part' pretty much. I think she sensed
this - even as Gary fucked her mercilessly in the
position favored by any self-respecting Husky, 'Lissa
just looked across at me with an expression clearly
implying, "Is this degrading enough for you?"
When finally the three of them left - unable to walk
except in extreme discomfort one imagines, I just
looked down at her cum-splattered body - red-raw sore,
bruised and hand-marked as it was...and you know,
inside I just felt... nothing.
Crawling beneath the covers, I was asleep long before
she returned from the shower.
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