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A Wife With No Options
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A young man becomes fed up with his frigid wife. She 
won't cook, she won't clean she won't have sex any more 
often than he can force her into it, and she spends 
every cent he makes and then some. He decides to leave 
her and she panics. She promises to do anything that he 
wasn't if he doesn't leave her. So he puts her to the 
test. (MMmF, dom, reluc, exh, huml)

***

I was furious when I left work. I don't think I had 
ever been so mad in my life. I had a chance to cool 
down a little as I dealt with the rush hour traffic. 
That was not my normal reaction to all of the idiots on 
the road. But I had time to think and I no longer 
intended to storm into the house and start screaming at 
my wife.

While making my way home, fending off the tailgaters 
and watching out for the idiots that were always 
squeezing their cars into that too small space in front 
of me and trying to take the paint off of my front 
bumper I had an epiphany. I suddenly realized that I 
didn't love my wife any longer. I wasn't going to 
scream at her. I was going to walk through the house 
calmly and get my suitcase out and pack my clothes. I 
would stay in a motel for the next few days until I 
could find an apartment or a small house that I could 
afford to rent.

I had been married for only three years. I realized now 
that I had not known my wife very well. I suppose that 
I had been blinded by her beauty. She is certainly one 
of the sexiest and most beautiful women that I know. 
That just makes the fact that she does not like sex and 
has lately rejected every advance that much more 
frustrating.

The total absence of intimacy was not the reason that I 
was furious though. Neither was the fact that my wife 
did not clean or cook. She seemed to have only one 
reason to live, to spend money. She lived only to shop. 
She shopped on the internet. She shopped on television 
and she was well known and very welcome in every store 
in town.

I had logged onto the internet before I left the office 
and found that she had once more overdrawn our checking 
account. On Monday I would close that account and open 
one of my own.

I had left the office thinking about what I was going 
to say to her when I got home. As I drove though, I 
calmed down and realized that yelling at her served no 
purpose. She didn't even listen. But the fury didn't 
really leave me until I realized that I didn't love her 
anymore. She had killed the love. I really didn't care 
what she did anymore. I had stayed with her long after 
the love was gone because I was worried about what 
would happen to her.

She had no living relatives now. None that we were 
aware of anyway. She had no friends. Or at least she 
had no close friends. She was a bitch to all of my 
friends and I could no longer invite anyone over to 
watch a game on TV or to play a game of poker. My 
friends wouldn't come over. On several occasions close 
friends had suggested that she needed counseling. To be 
honest I had agreed with them, but she didn't and 
refused to talk to anyone. She refused to believe that 
she had a problem.

She had not finished high school and had no marketable 
skills. She had never looked for work and as far as I 
knew she had never worked a day in her life. She had 
never even babysat when she was a teen. She didn't do 
housework or cook. She wouldn't have sex. She had only 
one function. She woke up every day and found things 
that we didn't need and bought them.

I had a good job and a good income but we were living 
from paycheck to paycheck because she spent every penny 
I made on crap.

I didn't know what she was going to do now. I no longer 
cared. I knew that my life was about to become much 
simpler. I was actually calm by the time I got home.

I parked in the driveway and went in through the 
garage. I picked up my suitcases as I passed through 
the garage and I went upstairs without even going into 
the living room to speak to Gwen. 

I laid my suitcases out on the bed and started packing. 
I needed two suitcases because I had more dirty clothes 
than clean clothes. I hadn't done laundry yet. I did my 
own laundry because she sure as hell wouldn't do it.

I packed my clean clothes in one bag and my dirty 
clothes in the other. I went back down to the garage 
and found an empty box and went around collecting a few 
things that were important to me. I packed some books 
and some CDs that I was fond of and some photographs of 
my friends and family. I was careful not to take 
anything that might be of value to Gwen.

I thought about taking the computer but I didn't use it 
for much more than checking my email and doing my 
banking. I would use my laptop for that, or check it at 
work.

I was just closing up my suitcases when Gwen came in to 
see what I was doing. She saw that I was packed and she 
probably assumed that I was going out of town on one of 
my infrequent business trips. She looked confused for a 
moment and after a short pause she asked, "How long 
will you be gone?"

I replied in a calm, quiet voice, "Gwen, you'll be 
needing a lawyer. I want a divorce. I can't take this 
anymore. I don't love you anymore and I'm tired of you 
spending me into the poorhouse. You don't cook, you 
don't clean, you won't have sex, all you do is sit 
around and spend more money than I make on crap. The 
garage is full of shit you have ordered and when it 
arrived you never even opened the damned box."

Her face had turned white when I had said that I wanted 
a divorce and she had a look on her face like an animal 
caught in a trap.

I said, "I am going to a motel tonight. I can't get 
much done since it's Friday and everything is closed. 
But on Monday I am going to tell Keith that I need a 
week off. I am going to find an apartment and I am 
going to close our checking account. I am going to have 
my named taken off of the lease and I am going to 
notify the utilities that I am gone and that they 
should remain in your name alone."

I saw the look of panic in her face and I was almost 
ashamed of myself for feeling so much satisfaction that 
she felt her life of leisure collapsing around her 
ears.

I picked my suitcases up and set them on the floor. I 
went into the bathroom and picked up my toiletries and 
when I came out she was still standing in the bedroom 
door with that look of panic on her face.

I placed my toiletries in the box of personal items 
that I had assembled. I looked back up and said, "I'll 
be back some time this weekend to pick up the rest of 
my things. I'll have to arrange with someone to store 
them in their garage until I find a place to live. You 
can keep the furniture and the things that we bought as 
a couple. I'm just taking a few of my personal items."

There were tears in her eyes but there was no doubt in 
my mind that they were tears of self pity. She finally 
whispered, "Why?"

I stared at her for a moment. She knew why. We didn't 
talk anymore. The only thing that she was knowledgeable 
about, the only topics she was able to discuss were the 
private lives of celebrities, the plots of television 
shows, or how much money she had just saved us on 
something that we didn't need. Any attempt to discuss 
something more weighty, perhaps world affairs or 
current events was met with a blank stare. 

We just argued anymore, mostly about her spending but 
about everything else too. I wanted to make sure that 
there was no misunderstanding and I wanted her to know 
that it was really over. There was no doubt. I had no 
reservations. I just didn't care what happened to her 
anymore.

I answered, "I checked our bank account before I left 
the office. You spent more than I earned again. We are 
overdrawn. I was going to come home and yell at you 
again. I was furious. But on the way home I realized 
that I just don't love you anymore Gwen. You've killed 
it. In fact, I don't think I have loved you for two 
years now. I just didn't have the balls to break it 
off. You don't do a damn thing around the house and 
it's almost like you take pride in that. You are sexy 
as hell but you won't fuck. We don't talk, we don't 
make love. Hell, when I'm home I'm usually too busy 
doing the cooking and the laundry and cleaning house to 
spend time with you even if I wanted to. It's over. I 
can't take it anymore. I realized on the way home that 
I don't even care what happens to you now."

I picked up one of my suitcases and headed for the car. 
I was going to have to make three trips. Gwen was still 
blocking the bedroom door and as I approached her she 
said, "I'll change. Kenny I'll change. I swear it." 

She sounded truly desperate. She had made those 
promises before. She made them frequently. We had the 
argument about her spending and her inability to do 
housework frequently. But this time I had packed and 
was leaving and I think that it had finally sunk in 
that her free ride was over.

I responded, "You say that every time we have this 
discussion Gwen. And that is at least once a week now. 
The truth is it doesn't matter anymore. I no longer 
care what you do. I can't live like this. I want to get 
on with my life."

She continued to block my path and I said, "Get out of 
my way Gwen. I told you. It's over. Go back down and 
watch the shopping channel or a game show or whatever 
the hell you want to watch. Count your blessings. I'll 
no longer be pestering you to let me watch the news at 
six. Now you can watch all of the game shows and all of 
the television judges that you want until you fucking 
starve to death."

Her breath caught in her throat when she heard the 
venom in my voice. She was pale and it looked like she 
was going to collapse. I didn't care. I waited another 
long moment for her to move from the doorway but she 
didn't. I put my suitcase down and reached for her 
shoulders. I intended to gently move her out of my way. 

When I raised my arms to grasp her shoulders she 
stepped forward and put her arms around my waist. I 
tried to gently push her away. I didn't want to harm 
her. I just wanted out.

She pleaded once more, "Please Kenny. I know I've said 
it before. I mean it this time. I'll change. I'll do 
anything you want. I'll learn to cook. I'll clean and 
do the laundry. I won't spend another dime. I'll do 
anything you want in bed. We can make love anytime you 
want. I'll make it good for you. I promise."

I was becoming impatient now. The exasperation was 
obvious in my voice when I responded, "Gwen, you've 
made that exact same promise so many times. The truth 
is I don't care anymore. I don't love you. I don't even 
want to fuck you anymore. You know all of those 
blowjobs that you were always too damned good to give 
me? I don't even want you to suck my cock anymore!"

She was sobbing loudly now. She was desperate. She 
tightened her grip on my waist and breathlessly 
pleaded, "Kenny please! Let me try. Let me make it up 
to you. Give me a test. I'll do it, I swear! We can 
fuck anytime you want, any place you want. I'll suck 
your cock as often as you want. I'll do anything! Just 
please don't leave me!"

I knew how to put an end to this. I said, "I want more 
than that Gwen. I want the things you were always too 
damned good to give me. But I want more. I want you to 
be my fucking slave. I want you to be a slut. I want 
you to take off your clothes whenever and wherever I 
tell you, no matter where, no matter who is there. And 
I want you to fuck and suck anyone, anytime. Those are 
my demands and they are nonnegotiable."

She stared at me in shock for a long moment and then 
she finally whispered, "I can't do that Kenny. You know 
I'm not like that."

I answered, "I know that Gwen. So get out of my way."

I finally had to pry her arms from around my waist and 
move her out of the way. I picked up my suitcase and 
took it out to my car. I came back for the second 
suitcase and then the box that I had filled up and each 
time she was lying on our bed and crying loudly. 

I realized that I was totally unmoved. I just didn't 
care about her anymore.

I didn't even say goodbye. I drove to a downtown motel 
and checked in. I took my suitcases and my box to my 
room and then I went to dinner. I stopped on the way 
back to my room and bought a couple of beers. I went 
back to my room and got comfortable and watched a 
baseball game. I had missed watching baseball and 
football. I hadn't had the time or the opportunity at 
home. If I wanted to watch a game I had to go to a 
friend's house.

I felt a sense of freedom that I had not felt in years. 
I had feared that I would feel guilt when I finally 
called it quits. I would feel a sense of responsibility 
knowing that Gwen was incapable of supporting herself. 
Instead I felt calm for the first time in years. The 
constant knot in my gut was gone. Martin Luther King's 
famous words came to mind and I smiled. I was indeed 
"free at last!"

I started getting calls on my cell phone around nine 
that evening. I didn't want to talk to her. I turned 
the ringer off and when the game was over I went to bed 
and slept peacefully. No bad dreams, no regrets.

When I awoke in the morning I went to breakfast at a 
nearby diner. I checked my cell phone. She must have 
been calling all night long. My voice mail box was 
full. I deleted all of the messages without listening 
to them and as soon as the box was empty it started 
filling up again. 

I decided that the best way to handle that would be to 
talk to her when I went to get the rest of my things. 
After breakfast I called a friend and explained that I 
was leaving Gwen and asked if I could store a few 
things in his garage until I found a place. 

He laughed and said, "It's about fucking time Ken! 
Welcome back to the world of the living."

My friends all despised Gwen. They frequently tried to 
convince me that I needed to grow a set of balls and 
either put her in her place or get the hell out. I 
guess I finally grew the balls.

I told Jerry that I'd be over in a little while. I paid 
for breakfast and drove back to the house to confront 
Gwen once more. I figured that it would be ugly but I 
just didn't care anymore.

I drove to the house and backed into the driveway. I 
opened the trunk and I opened the garage door. I found 
another empty box among the stacks of unopened boxes of 
shit that Gwen had ordered and went inside.

Gwen was sitting at the kitchen table and she looked 
like shit. Her eyes were red and she had apparently 
been up all night crying and dialing my cell phone. She 
looked at me and at first I think that she thought that 
I had changed my mind. Then she saw the empty box and 
her shoulders slumped and she started crying again. 

I can remember when I would have been torn up if she 
had cried. I couldn't stand it. Not now. I felt 
nothing. I stopped across the table from her and said, 
"Stop calling my cell phone Gwen. It's over. There is 
nothing you can say to change that. I don't love you 
anymore. I don't want you anymore. Just leave me 
alone."

She stared at me through her tears. I think it finally 
was sinking in. I turned to go upstairs and get some of 
my belongings when she whispered, "I'll do it."

I didn't know what she was talking about. She saw that 
I was confused and she stood up and actually tore her 
blouse open. She repeated, "I'll do it."

I looked at her exposed flesh. It annoyed me that she 
still could turn me on but she really did have a hot 
little body. She was wearing a lacy little bra and I 
could see the dark area underneath where her small, 
delicate nipples were hiding. She was holding her 
blouse open to expose herself to me. 

I finally remembered what I had told her I wanted from 
her last night if she wanted me to stay. I knew that 
she couldn't do it. She might be able to flash her bra 
covered tits at me in the privacy of our kitchen. She 
might even reluctantly allow me to touch her. Hell, she 
was so scared now that she might even let me fuck her. 
But there was no way she could do the things that I had 
told her I would require of her when I was leaving last 
night. She had never, not in three years of marriage, 
agreed to suck my cock. She seldom allowed me to see 
her naked or even in her lingerie. There were times 
that I wondered if she might be a lesbian. She sure as 
hell didn't want to have sex with me.

I grinned and said, "That's a very pretty bra Gwen. But 
you know you can't do what I told you I would require 
of you last night if you wanted me to stay."

I will admit that she almost looked desperate enough. 
But I knew her too well. She could never be the slut I 
had told her I wanted.

I asked, "Do you know what I did last night Gwen?" 

She shook her head. She was still holding her blouse 
open, almost as if she were unaware that she was doing 
it. 

I reached across the table and closed her blouse and 
said, "Last night, after I ate, I bought a couple of 
beers and I went back to my motel room and got 
undressed. I sat there in my underwear with my feet up 
and watched a baseball game. I was happier and I was 
more relaxed than I have been since before we got 
married. It was a good feeling Gwen."

She looked like she didn't even understand what I was 
trying to say to her. She looked at me with that 
desperate expression on her face and tears streaming 
down her cheeks. But she saw that I was totally 
unaffected. She saw no pity in me and no concern for 
her future. 

I started to turn back toward the stairs and she 
repeated, "I'll do it Kenny. I'll be a slut. If you 
give me a chance I'll do it all. I'll do anything you 
tell me to do. I'll suck your cock. You can fuck me 
anytime you want. Your friends too, Kenny, I'll let 
them fuck me if you tell me to. Please Kenny. I'll die 
if you leave me. I know I've been an awful wife. I've 
taken advantage of you, I've used you. I thought about 
it all night long. I'll make it up to you. I'll be your 
slave like you said."

I turned back and looked at her. The love was gone. But 
I had to be honest. She was still the hottest woman I 
knew. She was just twenty-one with shoulder length 
bright red hair. She had perfect B cup breasts and a 
high, tight, firm little ass that you could almost rest 
your drink on. Her pussy was tight as a drum. Hell, it 
should be. She was almost a fucking virgin. She guarded 
that thing like it was a temple of gold.

When I had laid out the conditions that would be 
necessary for me to stay last night I had just been 
jerking her off. I knew she wouldn't agree. But if I 
was wrong, if she would agree to do all of those things 
that I had said, well fuck! I could string her along 
for a while. Hell, she owed me. I wouldn't mind taking 
it out in pussy and humiliating her like she had 
humiliated me over the last three years.

I looked at her and finally I said, "I don't believe 
you Gwen. I don't think you can do it. But I'll give 
you a little test. Take off your clothes."

She undressed more quickly than I had ever seen her 
undress before. 

When she was standing there naked I said, "I didn't 
check the mail last night when I came home. Go get the 
paper and check the mail. And I want you to walk at a 
normal pace. No hurrying."

She looked like I had slapped her. I saw her brain 
working. I could almost read her mind. She was weighing 
her options and she realized that she didn't have any. 
She turned and walked to the front door and stood with 
her hand on the knob. She turned back and looked at me, 
obviously hoping that I would be satisfied that she was 
willing to obey.

I said nothing. She hesitated a little longer and then 
turned and opened the front door. She stood just inside 
the door for a moment and looked outside. It was late 
Saturday morning and there were people all around. The 
neighbors were out doing yard work and kids were out 
riding their bicycles and playing in the street. People 
were walking up and down the sidewalks and cars were 
driving up and down the street.

Gwen took all of this in and I saw her take a deep 
breath. I almost couldn't believe it when she opened 
the storm door and stepped outside. I hurried to the 
window and watched as she walked out to the mailbox and 
got yesterday's mail and the morning paper and then 
began walking back to the house. 

I had a long front yard and it was a long enough walk 
that I saw a couple dozen people all up and down the 
street stop what they were doing and stare in disbelief 
as she walked back to the house in the nude.

I couldn't believe that she had done it. But more than 
that I couldn't believe how hard my cock had gotten as 
I watched her.

She stepped back into the house and I took the mail 
from her. If I still harbored any feeling for her I 
would have felt very sorry for her at that moment. She 
looked like she was in shock. The shiest woman in the 
world had just walked out to the mailbox and back 
naked. 

But I felt nothing now but arousal and amusement. I 
don't think I had been this turned on by her since our 
wedding night. And she had been one hell of a 
disappointment that night!

I pushed her to her knees and right there in front of 
the storm door I said, "Take my cock out and suck it 
Gwen."

I doubt if anyone outside could see us but the idea 
that she was doing it in front of that large glass door 
had to make her very uncomfortable. Well, that and the 
fact that she had always refused to suck my cock. She 
didn't seem to care much for cocks in fact. She 
wouldn't touch mine and she even avoided looking at it. 

She was going to be seeing a lot of it from now on 
though. Mine and a lot of others. I was going to hold 
her to her promise. I had every intention of making a 
slut out of her. The first time she refused to do any 
of the outrageous and perverted things that I demanded 
of her I was out of here. 

She hesitated for a long time before she reluctantly 
reached up and began to unfasten my belt. I noticed 
that her hands were shaking. Instead of feeling sorry 
for her though I couldn't help thinking that if she had 
responded to my love as much as she was responding to 
what I was doing to her now we could have had a very 
happy marriage. She had wrapped herself in a cocoon of 
selfishness. Now I was going to be the selfish one.

She finally managed to unfasten my belt. She unbuttoned 
the top button of my jeans and slowly pulled my zipper 
down. It was amusing to watch. She looked like she just 
knew that at any moment something was going to jump out 
of there and bite her.

She got my zipper down and spread my jeans open. She 
stared like she had never seen a pair of pants before 
and wasn't quite sure how they worked. If there had 
been one of those moving billboards on her forehead I 
could not have had a more clear idea of what was going 
through her mind at that moment. She was thinking to 
herself that she could not do this. She had opened my 
jeans and exposed my jockey shorts and that was as far 
as she could go.

I watched her. Her mind seemed to have gone blank. I 
waited for a couple of minutes and then I reached down 
and buttoned my jeans. I was pulling my zipper back up 
when she suddenly seemed to realize what was happening. 
She reached out and stopped my hand and said, "No. 
Please Kenny. I can do this. It's just so hard for me. 
Please, let me do it."

I sighed and said, "Forget it Gwen. You can't do it. 
You don't have it in you. You could no more suck my 
cock now, even after three years of marriage, than you 
could do any of those other things that I told you that 
you would have to do if you wanted me to stay. You are 
the anti-sex. You are wasting my time. Let me go finish 
picking my things up and get out of here. I'll be back 
later with Jerry's pickup truck and pick up the stuff 
out of the garage."

She was crying again and I was amazed at myself that it 
had no effect on me now. Even if I didn't love her 
anymore I am not the kind of guy that gets off on 
making women cry. I guess that the hard feelings and 
the resentment had reached a boiling point. Her pain 
just didn't touch me anymore. She had killed something 
inside me. It had been there once. I had adored this 
woman so much that it hurt. I could have died for her 
without a second thought. She started beating that 
feeling to death right from the very first night of our 
honeymoon.

She reached out once more and whispered, "Please Kenny. 
I'll do it. It's just…hard. It's very hard for me. You 
know that."

I responded, "Yes Gwen. I know that. I don't think you 
can do it no matter how much time I give you. I tried 
to get you to go to counseling but you insisted that 
there was nothing wrong. Now it has come back and 
bitten you on the ass. You can't do this and this is 
the easy part. What if I called Jerry over and ordered 
you to suck his cock. Let's face it, you can't do this 
and if I gave you a week you couldn't do it. Get up and 
get dressed and let me get my things."

She still wouldn't let go. She sobbed, "Kenny. Please! 
I went out to the street naked. Half the people on the 
street saw me naked! But I didn't hurry. I walked 
slowly. I let all of those people look at my naked body 
because you told me to. Please Kenny, I'll suck your 
cock. I'll make it good for you. And I'll suck Jerry's 
cock. I promise. I'll suck off every man in town if you 
want me to." 

I didn't believe a word of it but I had nowhere to be 
in a hurry. I took my hands away and once more she 
unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my zipper down. This 
time she pulled my jeans down to my knees and stared at 
my cock which was now tenting my jockeys. I was hard as 
a rock. I was really going to be pissed now if nothing 
came of this.

She reached up and grasped my waistband and slowly 
worked my jockeys down. As my cock was uncovered she 
shuddered in obvious fear and revulsion but she 
continued working my underwear down to my jeans. 

She had never once in three years touched my cock on 
purpose. She had never looked at it if she could avoid 
it. Now it was throbbing only inches from her face and 
she looked like she was going to be sick. 

I have to give her credit though. This time she kept 
going. She stared at my cock for a few long moments and 
then she reached out and carefully grasped it at the 
base between her thumb and two fingers. For the first 
time in her life she was holding a cock. The way that 
she was touching me you would have thought that I 
hadn't bathed in weeks!

She held my cock still and leaned forward until I could 
feel her breath on the head of it. I heard her whisper, 
"Oh god," under her breath. Her tongue came out and she 
touched it to my cock shaft as if she was afraid that 
she was going to get burned.

I would have gotten disgusted and pulled away and went 
about my packing if watching her wasn't so damned 
fascinating.

She pulled her tongue back into her mouth. I guess she 
figured that the taste didn't kill her and my cock 
didn't burn her tongue so she tried again. Soon she was 
licking my shaft very lightly. I could see that this 
was going to take a while and I pulled back. 

She panicked again, thinking that I was giving up. She 
called out, "Wait! Kenny please! I'm trying. I'm going 
to do it, I swear."

I looked down at her with an impatient expression on my 
face and said, "Yes Gwen. I can see that you are 
trying. But this is going to take all day. I'm willing 
to give you a little more time but I'm going to have to 
sit down for this." 

I backed away from her and went over to the sofa. I 
kicked off my shoes and slid my pants and shorts off 
and sat down in the middle of the sofa and when I 
looked back at her there was a look of relief on her 
face. She had been afraid that I was going to leave.

She started to get up and cross the room but I said, 
"No Gwen. Get down on your hands and knees. I want to 
see your tits swaying as you crawl over here."

She mumbled something I didn't catch and I asked, "What 
was that?"

She looked scared again. She quickly responded, "I said 
'Okay' Kenny. Please don't get mad. I'm trying so 
hard."

I watched her get down on her hands and knees and 
shuffle across the floor. I had to admit, those perky 
little B cups looked great as they swayed with every 
move she made. I could get to be really fond of having 
a sex slave.

She crawled over to my widespread legs and reached out 
and held my cock once more. I saw that look of disgust 
still on her face and I decided that it was time to 
cure that. 

"Gwen. Take your hand away from my cock."

She looked up. She was still terrified that I was going 
to leave her here alone and destitute.

I said, "It's time you got over your fear of cock. Lean 
forward and caress my cock with your face. Rub your 
face all over my cock until you aren't so scared of 
it."

She sighed and answered quietly, "Okay Kenny."

I said, "I don't think you should call me Kenny for a 
while Gwen. I think you need to earn that right. From 
now on until I tell you differently I want you to call 
me sir."

I saw her struggling with this latest indignity but she 
simply said, "Yes sir."

I knew this had to be eating her up on the inside. For 
years now I had been nothing to her but the man that 
put the money in the bank and cleaned the house and 
cooked. That was what I had to do to survive.

Now I was humiliating her, degrading her, ordering her 
around and demanding that she call me sir. That must be 
as hard for her as sucking my cock. 

She closed her eyes and leaned down and softly rubbed 
her cheek over my cock. She slowly rubbed her cheek up 
and down but it was obvious that she was not really 
getting into the spirit of this. I said, "All over 
Gwen. Not just your cheek. Make love to my cock with 
your face and then you can take it into your mouth and 
see what it is like to suck on it."

She whispered, "Yes sir."

She began to turn her head slowly from side to side 
until nearly every inch of the soft skin on her face 
had come into contact with my cock. I let her continue 
for several minutes and then I said, "Okay Gwen. I 
think that's a good start. If we keep practicing like 
this you'll be over your fear of cock in no time. But 
I'm anxious to see you with my cock in your mouth. I've 
looked forward to this since before we got married. I 
almost can't believe that it's finally going to happen. 
Open wide now and get your first taste of cock. And 
watch those teeth."

She responded slowly, reluctantly. She lifted her head 
from my crotch and I saw the trail of clear lubricant 
that had begun to leak out of the tip of my cock and 
was now coating her cheeks and her forehead. She was 
crying quietly again and I hadn't even realized it.

Her thumb and her two fingers once more grasped my cock 
at the base and she pulled it out away from my belly. 
She stared at the tip of my cock for a moment and then 
she finally resigned herself to do what she had to do 
to keep me here. She opened her mouth and carefully 
placed it over the head of my cock and about an inch of 
the shaft. Her lips carefully closed and pressed down 
on my flesh and it I suppose it was kind of pleasant. 
But she was being careful to touch me with only her 
lips. It was kind of amusing actually.

I waited to see what she was going to do. Apparently 
she didn't know either. She remained like that for a 
couple of long moments before I said, "Gwen? What are 
you doing? You don't think that what you are doing is 
sucking a cock do you?"

Her eyes were closed and the tears were pouring down 
her cheeks. I think if someone had offered her a choice 
at that moment between sucking on a snake or sucking on 
my cock she would have chosen the snake! Her entire 
body shuddered and finally I felt her mouth close 
around my cock. 

Her mouth was hot and wet and as blowjobs went it 
really sucked. But it had been years since a woman, 
well, a girl actually, had taken my cock into her mouth 
and I had forgotten just how wonderful it felt. 

Nearly everything that I had learned about sex had been 
learned with the girl next door when I was growing up. 
We had been the best of friends. We still were. But she 
had always been a tomboy. She was the kid I had played 
cowboys and Indians with and tag and, well hell, 
everything. At the time there were no other kids living 
nearby and Gina and I had been constant companions. She 
knew more about baseball and football teams and players 
than I ever would. And she was a hell of a lot better 
hitter than I was. She was a damn good centerfielder 
too.

We had become curious about the opposite sex at about 
the same time and we had played show and tell and 
doctor and anything else we could think of to get each 
other undressed. As we went through our preteen and 
teen years we watched each other grow up and it was a 
learning experience for both of us. 

For some reason there had never been any sexual tension 
between us. We had never been boyfriend and girlfriend. 
We were always just best friends. I was fascinated as 
her breasts sprouted and eventually grew into one hell 
of a fine set of tits. Hers was the first pussy I ever 
saw or touched and mine was the first cock and balls 
that she had ever seen.

We learned about masturbation together. First 
masturbating ourselves together in our little private 
clearing in the woods behind our houses and later 
masturbating each other. We never went all the way. We 
both seemed to feel that it wouldn't be right to fuck. 
I'm not sure why that one act was off limits. But we 
talked about it. We did experiment with oral sex though 
and both of us really loved that.

When we had our first sexual experiences after we 
started dating we told each other all about it. How we 
felt and what we thought. Whenever either of us had a 
question about the incomprehensible behavior of some 
member of the opposite sex we could depend on each 
other for an honest explanation. We discussed our 
insecurities and I think that we are both better people 
for having grown up the way we did. I will readily 
admit that our relationship was unusual but it damned 
sure worked for us.

We didn't stop our sexual games and experimentation 
until we started getting serious about others. She is 
probably still my best friend though. We talk all the 
time. She was the first person to tell me I was making 
a mistake when I got engaged to Gwen. But she didn't 
harp on it. Unfortunately I was too stupid to listen. I 
was head over heels in love with Gwen and I was certain 
that our little intimacy problems would all go away 
once we got married.

One other thing to love about Gina was that she never 
said, "I told you so!" after the wedding when it 
started to become obvious that there was trouble in 
paradise. 

I had had sex with several girls in between Gina and 
Gwen. It had been pleasant. I was thankful for what 
Gina and I had discovered together because it made it 
possible for me to avoid a lot of the pitfalls of early 
sexual experiences that teens are prone to. I turned 
out to be a very pleasant sexual experience for several 
teenage girls in high school before I fell under Gwen's 
spell.

But from the time I started dating Gwen that all 
stopped. Gwen was not a virgin when we started dating. 
She told me later that she had been with two boys in 
high school and that both experiences had been 
terrible. I wasn't worried though. I may not be an 
expert but I thought that I was pretty damn good in 
bed. I was sensitive to my partners needs and I loved 
foreplay as much as any girl out there. I didn't grope 
I caressed. I knew what shitty lovers teenage boys were 
but thanks to Gina I didn't fall into that category. I 
was certain that I would soon change Gwen's opinion of 
sex.

From the time that Gwen and I were married things 
started getting worse instead of better. She had all 
the passion of one of those blowup sex dolls. How the 
hell can you have foreplay when all you hear is, "Don't 
touch me there," or "Kenny that's wrong, that's dirty, 
stop that!" 

And oral sex! Christ! You would have thought that I had 
suggested that she kill a kitten. Not just her sucking 
my cock either. She wouldn't allow my tongue anywhere 
near her pussy. Hell, she hated it when I tried to 
touch it with my fingers. 

It was a disaster from the very first night and it only 
got worse as time went by. Foreplay for Gwen was three 
hours of begging. I don't think she has ever had an 
orgasm. She won't allow herself to.

I sat on the couch now with a little bit of my seven 
and a half inch cock resting in Gwen's mouth and 
thought back to those nice blowjobs that I used to get 
from Gina. That girl was great because she loved doing 
it as much as I loved eating her pussy. 

Other girls have sucked my cock. I'd take a girl 
parking and we'd make out on a blanket that I kept in 
my trunk. I have had some decent blowjobs. But nothing 
compares to Gina's enthusiastic blowjobs. You can tell 
when a girl likes doing it and that makes all the 
difference.

I watched Gwen now. Even with a few inches of my cock 
in her mouth and her eyes red and swollen from all that 
crying and lack of sleep I could see the revulsion she 
felt at what she was being forced to do.

I finally said, "Gwen, that isn't going to cut it. You 
aren't even trying. Make up your mind. Either do it or 
give it up. I know you've never done it before but 
that's just plain pitiful. I could get a better blowjob 
from the hand dryer in a men's room.

She took her mouth off of my cock and said, "You hate 
me don't you?"

I thought about that for a minute. Did I hate her? No, 
I don't think so. I no longer invested that much 
emotion in her at all. No hate, no love. I had lost all 
respect for her. I did feel antagonism towards her. I 
realized that I wanted to punish her for the way she 
had treated me and for what she had done to our 
marriage.

She was waiting for an answer. I looked her right in 
the eyes and said, "I was all set to leave you when I 
got home last night. I only came back for my things. 
You have killed the love I had for you. But I don't 
hate you. I resent you. But I don't feel strongly 
enough about you to hate you. We could have had a 
wonderful life together. The thing is Gwen; you were 
never looking for a lover, for a man to share your life 
with. You were looking for someone to support you and 
let you live the life of a fucking princess and leave 
you the fuck alone. I was never anything to you but a 
paycheck and a housekeeper."

"No Gwen," I continued. "I don't hate you. But the only 
reason that I am here right now is that you offered to 
accept the terms I offered you last night. The problem 
is, you said it, and you may even have meant it. But 
you just can't do it. You have been tip toeing around 
having to suck my cock for almost fifteen minutes. 
Hell, I could have cum in your mouth by now if you had 
started right out sucking my damned cock. I think we 
can both see that it isn't going to happen and we are 
both wasting our time here. There's no sense dragging 
this farce out any longer."

She covered her face and started crying. She sounded 
like she was on the verge of hysterics. Unfortunately 
our relationship had devolved to the point that I just 
didn't care. I let her cry for a minute or two and then 
I quietly said, "Get up Gwen."

She took her hands away from her face and wiped her 
eyes on her forearms. She looked at my face for a 
moment and then she looked down at my cock. It was soft 
now. I had just barely been able to maintain an 
erection while she was holding that little bit of my 
cock in her mouth earlier. This soap opera was over as 
far as I was concerned.

I started to struggle to my feet but she cried out, 
"NO! I'm going to do it!"

I shook my head and said, "Forget it Gwen. You can't do 
it. You can't stand to touch me. You can't stand the 
idea of my cock in your mouth. We have a conflict here 
because you don't have a problem with that and I can't 
live with it. You just don't see why that puts us at 
odds and you never will. I suggest that you go upstairs 
and go to bed and tomorrow you start thinking about 
beginning your life all over. You need to decide what 
you are going to do for yourself because I'm no longer 
going to be doing everything for you."

I don't know how much of the things I had been saying 
were sinking in. She was still bleary eyed and about 
half brain dead from having her life torn upside down 
out of the clear blue like this. She had thought that 
she had the perfect life and she could just coast on 
like that forever. 

She was still on the verge of panic. But I am convinced 
that what concerned her was not that I was leaving so 
much as that there would no longer be a paycheck. She 
would have to get up off her fucking ass and go to 
work.

That last may have been what finally made up her mind. 
She suddenly pushed my legs a little farther apart and 
bent down again. She lifted my now totally soft cock 
with two fingers and put her lips around it. 

She gagged with just the head of my cock in her mouth. 
But then she slid her lips all the way down to the base 
and started sucking and even using her tongue. My cock 
was only a little over four inches long when it was 
soft and all drawn up like that. So she had a chance to 
get used to it before it started growing. But not much 
of a chance! She didn't know what she was doing and I 
knew she hated doing it but god damn that felt good! It 
had been so long!

She choked and gagged a lot at first but my cock 
quickly got hard again and she began struggling to move 
her lips and tongue up and down my shaft. If we had sex 
once a month I considered myself lucky. Often we didn't 
even do it that often. We were fighting too much to 
fuck. So I was horny as hell and I didn't like what it 
said about me but there was something about how much 
she hated what she was doing that was starting to 
really turn me on.

I doubt if I lasted five minutes before I said, "Gwen, 
I'm going to cum soon. If you spill a single drop then 
we are going to do this all over again until you get it 
right."

She moaned her assent and I sat back and let it happen. 
I suddenly tensed up and lifted my ass right off the 
cushion. I cried out and then I started flooding her 
mouth with cum.

I couldn't help it. I wanted to watch her but it just 
felt so damned good. I just couldn't keep my eyes open. 
So I missed the beginning. But about half way through 
filling her mouth with cum I managed to open my eyes 
and I saw the disgust and the fear and I watched her 
gagging and choking and fighting not to spill a drop 
and it was the most exciting thing that had happened to 
me in three years.

She struggled to swallow it all and finally she kept it 
all down. I was watching her face and it made me want 
to do it again. When I finally stopped cumming and she 
had swallowed it all she started to straighten up. I 
put my hand on the back of her head and said, "Not yet 
Gwen. As my cock goes soft there will be a few more 
drops of sperm that ooze out. You wouldn't want to miss 
them. Besides, it's been a long damn time since I've 
had a woman's mouth on my cock and I've missed it. It 
feels pretty damned good. Once you get a little 
practice you won't have nearly so much trouble taking 
my cock in your mouth and swallowing my cum. So just 
stay there and relax for a few minutes."

She rested her head on my thigh and held my softening 
cock in her mouth. I saw the consternation on her face 
when I started getting hard again after a few minutes. 
I chuckled and said, "Will you look at that! Looks like 
you are going to get to practice again right away!"

She moaned once more, but she started sucking again. I 
was half way to filling her mouth with a second load of 
cum when the doorbell rang. 

Gwen panicked. She started to pull away but I grabbed 
her head again and I hissed at her, "Don't you fucking 
move bitch! You do not take your mouth off of my cock 
unless I tell you that you can!"

She stopped struggling and held my cock in her mouth 
but she was so worried that someone was going to see 
her like this that she couldn't think about my cock 
right now.

The front door was open and only the glass storm door 
was between us and the outside world. But because of 
the way our furniture is arranged we couldn't be seen 
from outside.

I called out, "Who is it?"

Our visitor called out, "It's me Mr. Casey! Robby! I'm 
here to do your yard and I wanted to know if you want 
me to mow or just edge and weed eat."

Robby is the sixteen year old boy that lives next door. 
He helps me out with the yard work since I have to do 
all the housework. Or at least I had to until today. I 
let him do the edging and the weed eating and about 
half the time I let him mow. It depends on how busy I 
am.

I was about to tell him to do the mowing too when I 
looked down at the fear in Gwen's face and suddenly I 
couldn't resist. I called out, "Come on in Robby! I'm 
in the living room!"

Gwen freaked! She struggled to lift her head and tried 
to scramble to her feet but I held her head and grabbed 
a handful of her bright red hair and hissed, "Don't you 
fucking move, god damn it! If you stop what you are 
doing I am putting my pants on and leaving right this 
minute!"

She struggled for a moment longer and then she moaned 
and went limp just as the storm door opened. Robby was 
inside and the door was halfway shut behind him before 
he realized what was happening.

His mouth dropped open and his eyes got wide. I saw his 
lips moving and I think that he was whispering, "Well 
kiss my ass!"

I chuckled and said, "I'm going to need you to do the 
whole thing today Robby. If you have time that is. I 
have a little problem though. I can't pay you until 
Monday. I have some things to straighten out at the 
bank. I have to close one account and open another. But 
if you don't mind waiting until Monday to get paid I 
could let you fuck Gwen as partial payment. Or if you 
would rather she can suck you off. I have to tell you 
though. She isn't very good at it."

He looked at me and the edge of his mouth curled up. He 
said, "This is some kind of trick isn't it? You're 
jerking me around. Guys don't let people fuck their 
wives!"

Actually, I was surprised at how well he was handling 
it. Perhaps he was more worldly than I had thought. I 
smiled and replied, "No Robby. I'm not jerking you 
around. And some guys like watching other guys fuck 
their wives. It turns them on. I'll be honest. I'm 
doing this in large part to punish her. But it turns me 
on too. I'm surprised at how much it turns me on."

He moved around to the side to get a better view of 
Gwen's naked body and said, "Damn! I knew she was hot. 
But shit, she's fucking beautiful!"

I chuckled and said, "Only on the outside Robby. I'm 
just starting to work on the inside."

He didn't get that but it didn't matter.

I asked, "You aren't a virgin are you?"

He smiled and blushed a little. He hesitated before 
answering, "Almost. I've gotten a blowjob once and I 
got my dick into Ca…in a girl I was dating. But just as 
we started to do it her mother came home and almost 
caught us. I had to climb out of her bedroom window."

I smiled and said, "Well if you've had a blowjob maybe 
you can help me train Gwen. This is the first time she 
has ever sucked a cock and she is really bad at it. She 
is a terrible fuck too. I finally got fed up and was 
going to leave but she said that if I stayed she would 
be my slut from now on and do everything I said. I'm 
not sure she'll do it but I'm going to give her a 
chance. So, does that sound like a good deal to you? 
You can wait until Monday for your money can't you?"

He was staring at Gwen's body but he nodded and said, 
"No problem Mr. Casey."

He paused for a minute and stared at her body before he 
asked, "You'd really let me…do it with her? What about 
her? What does she think about that?"

I grinned and said, "She hates it. That's part of the 
reason it's so necessary. But she knows that if she 
doesn't do what I say then I am out of here. So why 
don't you come over here and check her out while she 
sucks me off again? She needs to get used to guys 
feeling her up."

Gwen was stiff as a board and she looked like she was 
on the verge of freaking all of the way out. She was 
trying to watch Robby out of the corner of her eye and 
I had to tap her on the forehead several times before I 
got her attention. I said, "Never mind Robby. Go back 
to what you were doing."

She made a strange noise, somewhere between a scream 
and a groan. She mumbled something but it was 
unintelligible because she had a cock in her mouth. I 
ignored her obvious protests and simply said, "Suck 
bitch!"

I felt her when she gave up. She slumped down for a 
moment and then she slowly started sucking my cock 
again. 

Robby was watching in fascination and he was smart 
enough to see what was going on. It didn't bother him 
in the least that Gwen was doing all of this against 
her will. I am sure that he had never before had such 
free access to a beautiful woman's sexy body and he was 
going to take advantage of it if there was only the 
slightest chance that this was the real deal.

I had seen him watching her in the past and I knew he 
had a crush on her. His dreams were finally coming 
true.

He slowly inched closer and when he was right beside 
her he dropped to his knees. I watched closely as he 
reached out his hand and cupped her breast. She jumped 
and she made a squeaking sound but she didn't struggle. 
She continued to give me another bad blowjob while 
Robby began to tease her tit. 

After a thorough examination of her tit he continued to 
hold onto it but his other hand reached down and 
caressed her ass cheek. He kept his hand on her tit but 
he sidled down a little closer to her upturned ass and 
began to explore that area of her body. 

I was finding it to be an incredible turn on to watch 
his hands explore all those areas that she had always 
objected to having me touch. Watching his growing 
excitement and her growing distaste for what she was 
being forced to do was quickly bringing me close to a 
second orgasm.

I watched as Robby reluctantly let go of her tit. He 
moved around behind her and looked closely at the 
beautiful puffy pussy between her tightly clasped 
thighs. I said, "Gwen, spread your legs apart. A good 
slut should never keep her legs together. Remember 
that."

The tears were flowing again but she slowly edged her 
knees apart. I had to tell her twice to open them 
farther but finally Robby and I were satisfied. He 
leaned down and his face was only inches from her pussy 
as his fingers began to explore her vulnerable opening.

Watching him touch my wife, seeing the pure lust on his 
face was incredibly exciting and I was just about to 
prove it. I warned Gwen that I was about to cum again 
and the words were hardly out of my mouth before I 
followed them with action. 

It was just as hard for her this time as it had been 
the first time. She choked and gagged and struggled to 
swallow until finally she managed to get it all down. 
When I finally opened my eyes I saw Robby staring and I 
saw the lust in his face. I wished more than anything 
that I had thought ahead and had a movie camera pointed 
at us.

I waited until my cock had gone soft in Gwen's mouth. 
Then I pushed her face away. I held her head up with my 
fingers on her chin and I said, "How about it Robby? 
Have you decided whether you want to fuck her or get a 
blowjob? Or maybe you'd like both. You could probably 
cum twice couldn't you?"

Robby breathlessly responded, "I'm sure I can Mr. 
Casey! What should I do first?"

I answered, "Well, first of all, if you are going to be 
fucking my wife I suppose you should call me Ken. We 
are going to have a pretty intimate relationship. Now 
normally I thing I'd go with the blowjob first and then 
the fuck. But Gwen has just sucked me off twice and her 
mouth is probably tired. So I think it would be a good 
idea this time if you fucked her first and then she 
could suck you off. That way you would get cleaned off 
and get a blowjob all at the same time. Does that sound 
alright to you?"

He shook his head vigorously and jumped to his feet. 
While he all but tore his clothes off I said, "Gwen, go 
get a towel to put under your ass. We don't want to 
stain the carpet. And don't dawdle. As you can see, 
Robby is in a hurry."

She couldn't look in my eyes. She looked down at the 
floor and quietly answered, "Yes sir." Then she hurried 
out of the room and went to the downstairs bathroom. 
She was back with a towel before Robby had all of his 
clothes off.

Robby stared at her as she approached. Her body was as 
fascinating to him as it was to me. I hadn't seen much 
of it either in the last three years.

I liked that bright red pubic patch but it was going to 
have to be trimmed. It didn't look like she had ever 
trimmed that stuff. I was trying to decide how I wanted 
it trimmed when I had a great idea. I would call Jerry 
later and have him come over with a few of his Playboy 
magazines. We could go through them until we found an 
example of a neatly trimmed pubic patch that we liked 
and she could use that as a guideline. She could trim 
it right here on the coffee table. I was pretty sure 
that Jerry would get a big kick out of that.

Gwen spread the towel out on the floor and then sat 
down on it. There could be no question that she had 
never been more humiliated in her life. It really sucks 
for her that it turned me on so much. She leaned back 
and spread her legs just far enough apart that Robby 
could squeeze in between them.

I saw the awe in Robby's face as he stared between her 
legs. I knew exactly how he felt. She is definitely 
beautiful and she is one of the sexiest women that I 
have ever seen, even in Playboy. I was able to remember 
being his age and what it was like to see a naked 
woman. Hell, it was just about as exciting now. I had 
been locked in an almost sexless relationship for the 
last three years. I was just about as excited as Robby 
was.

I ordered Gwen to open her legs a little wider and then 
I told Robby that she was all his. 

He had a pretty good cock on him. It was at least six 
inches. I thought that was pretty damned good for a 
kid, though looking back on it I think my cock was 
nearly fully grown when I was about his age. 

Still, it was a nice sized cock and it was covered in 
the lube that was oozing out of the tip in a volume 
that was almost impossible to believe. 

He dropped to his knees and his hands came down just 
above her knees. She was staring at the ceiling and 
crying silently but Robby didn't care about that. He 
worked his hands up her thighs while staring straight 
down into the core of her being. He worked his knees 
under her legs and when he did the tip of his cock was 
lined up perfectly with her opening.

He reached down and applied pressure to his cock and 
the head of it slipped inside of Gwen. She gasped in 
dismay but she didn't say a word and she didn't resist. 

He moved his hips closer and a little more of his cock 
entered her. He stared down at his cock just inside her 
pussy and exclaimed, "That is the most wonderful thing 
that I have ever felt!"

I just stared as he moved over her and stared down at 
her face. He began to slowly lower his hips until his 
cock was buried to the hilt. He sighed loudly and when 
there was no more cock to give her he cried out, "Oh 
Christ! She's like an oven in there!"

He didn't move for a few moments. He just remained 
there suspended over her with his cock buried in her 
hot, wet pussy. I think that he was trying to calm 
down. Watching them was having the opposite effect on 
me. I was getting turned on all over again as I watched 
him fuck my wife.

After getting his lust under control he began to pump 
his cock into her hard and fast. She was grunting with 
each stroke and it was obvious that she was in far too 
much distress to enjoy it. Not that she ever enjoyed 
sex before. Maybe that would come, someday. Until then 
I didn't give a fuck if she enjoyed it or not, as long 
as she submitted.

Robby didn't last any longer in her pussy than I had in 
her mouth that first time. He came all too quickly and 
collapsed on top of her for moment. He was only sixteen 
but he was taller and heavier than Gwen and she was 
struggling to breathe by the time he finally got up and 
rested his weight on his arms and his knees again.

He stared down at Gwen and said, "That was fantastic 
Mrs. Casey! I never felt anything so good in my life! 
Thank you ma'am."

I said, "Robby, you don't have to call her Mrs. Casey. 
Call her Gwen, or bitch. She has been a bitch for a 
long time. And don't thank her. She didn't want to fuck 
you. She let you fuck her because I told her to. 
Besides, it was a fair trade. I let you fuck my wife so 
that you would let me pay you Monday for the yard work. 
That's the barter system. It works pretty well doesn't 
it?"

He grinned and said, "It sure as hell does!"

He finally pulled his cock free and sat up on his 
heels. He stared down at Gwen's wet pussy and said, 
"Damn that is beautiful!"

I thought to myself, "Just wait until you see it 
trimmed." But I didn't say anything. I wanted it to be 
a surprise to Gwen.

I noticed that his cock was a nasty mess. Gwen was 
going to really hate that. I looked at Robby and said, 
"You better go ahead and get that blowjob so you can 
get to work. It's going to take you longer since you 
have to mow the grass today too."

His grin got even wider and he exclaimed, "Oh man! I 
can't fucking believe this! I have got to be the 
luckiest guy in the world!"

I told Gwen to get up and let him sit on the towel and 
when they changed places I had to rearrange her so that 
I could see her ass and her slightly red and swollen 
pussy while she sucked him off.

She looked a little green around the gills as she bent 
down and took his cock into her mouth. It was still 
hard and she started sucking right away. She gagged a 
lot at first but soon she seemed to have gotten over it 
and she was sucking him with just about the same skill 
level that she had attained when she sucked me. I could 
see that she needed a lot of practice. Watching her 
suck him off was really turning me on though, so I 
didn't have a problem with providing her with lots of 
cock to practice on, including mine of course.

While she was sucking on Robby his cum began to ooze 
out of her pussy. I was surprised at the amount. It was 
running down both of her thighs and it became obvious 
that she should have had the towel instead of him. 
Luckily he didn't last any longer this time than he did 
when he fucked her. I smiled as I watched him grab her 
hair and lift his ass right up off of the towel. He 
nearly choked her to death with that cock of his. He 
was almost screaming, "Oh my god!" over and over. I was 
afraid that he was going to start attracting the 
neighbor's attention. I almost got up and shut the 
door.

She gagged and choked just as she had both times she 
sucked me off. But she didn't try to escape. She didn't 
try to pull away or pull back. I was starting to think 
that she might be trainable after all.

Robby finally let go of her head and went limp. He 
opened his eyes after a moment or two and looked up at 
Gwen. She was still sitting on her heels between his 
legs. He said to me, his voice tinged with awe, "I 
think she is the sexiest woman that I have ever seen 
Mr. Casey. Thank you."

I got off the couch and moved over behind Gwen. I 
pushed her back down on her hands and knees. I had 
gotten turned on again watching her suck Robby off and 
there was something else that she had never let me do 
that she was about to experience. I dropped down behind 
her and pushed down on her back to adjust the angle. 
Her face was back over Robby's cock and I don't know if 
she was on automatic now or if she thought that was 
what I wanted her to do but she started sucking his 
cock again. 

He liked it and I thought it was sexy, but I was 
looking at her sweet ass and her drooling pussy. I once 
tried to get her to let me fuck her doggy style and she 
had gone on for half an hour about how demeaning that 
was. If that was true she was about to be demeaned. I 
inched forward slightly and the tip of my hard cock 
nestled in her freshly fucked pussy. She had no 
complaints this time. In fact, she had nothing to say 
as I worked my cock into her.

Something about the idea that Robby had just fucked her 
and the fact that I knew how much she hated this really 
turned me on. I drove my cock in to the hilt and held 
it there. It had been a long time since she had allowed 
me the privilege of putting my dick in her solid gold 
cunt. 

I was enjoying the fact that she hated this. But I have 
to be honest. Nothing in life can compare to that first 
few moments when you sink your cock into a hot, wet 
pussy, especially one as tight as Gwen's. I savored the 
sensations for a long time before I started fucking 
her. I could tell by the expression on his face that 
Robby was enjoying it as much as I was. It amused me 
that she had returned to sucking his cock without even 
being asked.

I had not had a lot of experience with women before I 
married. Unfortunately I didn't gain much after I 
married. I had never tried this before, fucking doggy 
style. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I liked being able 
to see her body and touch her while I fucked her. I 
also had fantasized about sharing her with another guy 
and now, watching her sucking reluctantly on Robby's 
cock was really turning me on. I knew that even after 
two mediocre blowjobs I wasn't going to last very long. 
I felt my orgasm building quickly.

Robby came again before I did. I could tell by his 
moans of pleasure and by the way he grabbed her head 
and thrust his hips up off the floor to bury his cock 
in her mouth. I could also tell by the way she 
struggled once more to choke down his load. Watching 
her struggle with a mouthful of cum once again was all 
it took to push me over the edge. I sped up and grabbed 
her hips and started pounding into her and dumped a 
second load of cum in her once sacred cunt.

She still hadn't cum of course and I wondered if she 
was even capable of it.

I pulled my cock out of her and got up and went down 
the hall to the bathroom. I used the toilet and cleaned 
my cock and balls. Then I went back out to the living 
room. Robby was sitting up and Gwen was sitting back on 
her heels again. She was sitting quietly while Robby 
explored one of her tits. His fingers were gently 
tracing her nipple and it was obvious by her expression 
that she hated it, but her nipple was hard and Robby 
was fascinated.

When I returned to the room he got up and went and used 
the bathroom. When he came back out a few minutes later 
he put his pants and shoes back on said, "Mr. Casey, 
don't worry about paying me for the yard work. This one 
is on me. I was wondering though, can we do this again 
sometime. That was really something!"

I smiled and said, "Sure we can Robby. She needs all 
the practice she can get. Maybe someday we can set up 
something with some of your friends." I was watching 
Gwen when I said that and although it looked like she 
wasn't paying any attention to us I saw the look of 
horror on her face when I said it.

Robby, however, thought it was a great idea. As he left 
I said, "And Robby, the pussy was on me. Come over 
Monday evening and I'll pay you for the yard work. Her 
pussy isn't worth a couple of hours of working in the 
hot sun."

He smiled and said, "Maybe not if you can have it any 
time you want it. It seemed pretty hot to me. See you 
later Mr. Casey, and thanks."

I said, "I told you Robby, call me Ken. Hell, you're 
fucking my cunt, so to speak. We should be on a first 
name basis."

Robby went to work on the yard and I sent Gwen up to 
get cleaned up. I ordered her to douche and take a 
shower. Her pussy was really messy. She got up and went 
upstairs. I got a cold beer out of the refrigerator and 
put my pants on. I sat down and relaxed and tried to 
collect my thoughts.

I had to decide how far I wanted to push Gwen, and how 
quickly. I also had to decide how long I wanted to keep 
this up. I was enjoying the hell out of this right now 
but this wasn't the same as being in a relationship 
with a woman that you love. The sex was fun but I 
wanted love just as much as everyone else.

I had every intention of staying around and tormenting 
Gwen now. But this couldn't go on forever. Either she 
would decide that she couldn't live up to her end of 
the bargain or I would grow tired of tormenting her. A 
little revenge is sweet but I don't want that to be 
what I'm living for.

I called Jerry and told him that there had been a 
change of plans. He was disappointed. He had been all 
excited for me when he thought that I was leaving Gwen. 
All of my friends would love to see me divorce her. She 
was universally despised. I had a feeling that they 
weren't going to be so anxious for me to get out when 
they met the new Gwen.

I told Jerry that I needed to talk to him and I asked 
him to meet me for lunch at a restaurant out by the 
creek that we liked to frequent. They have a nice deck 
out back on the water and it is a great place to sit 
and shoot the shit and drink beer. 

While I had him on the phone I also asked if he would 
loan me a half a dozen recent issues from his Playboy 
collection. 

He laughed and said, "Yeah, if you are going to be 
staying with Gwen you'll be needing them. Just 
remember, I want them back and the pages had better not 
be stuck together!"

After I hung up I went upstairs. Gwen was still in the 
shower. I went through her closet looking for something 
sexy that she could wear to lunch. Jerry thought that 
it was just going to be him and me. If I had told him 
that Gwen was coming he would probably have begged off. 
But I was sure that when he saw Gwen he wouldn't be 
upset. Not when I was through getting her ready.

I couldn't find a damn thing in her closet that was 
anything at all like what I had in mind. I was just 
about to give up when I remembered a box of clothes she 
had stashed in the garage. They were some of the things 
she had worn in high school. The things that had had 
much to do with attracting me to her in the first 
place, miniskirts and halter tops and even a couple of 
crop tops. As soon as we had gotten married she had 
boxed them up and put them away for good.

I put some shorts and sandals on and rushed down to the 
garage. I located the box and carried it upstairs. I 
guess Gwen was feeling pretty dirty because she was 
still in the shower.

I dumped out her old clothes on the bed and found a few 
miniskirts and then I went through the tops. I selected 
a crop top and the miniskirt that seemed to be the 
shortest. I was going to be short of funds for a while, 
until I dug us out of the financial hole that Gwen had 
spent us into. But once I had a little extra money we 
were going shopping for clothes. And this time when it 
came to deciding what she bought, mine was going to be 
the deciding vote.

I put the outfit I had selected aside and crammed the 
others back into the box to go through later. I got 
dressed in a pair of shorts and a polo shirt and then 
sat waiting for Gwen. 

She finally shut the shower off and I waited in growing 
impatience for her to come out. I finally called out, 
"Do I need to send Robby in there to hurry you up?"

She must not have been fond of that idea because she 
came out in her bathrobe a couple of minutes after I 
called her. I said, "Take the bathrobe off Gwen. In 
fact, put it in the hamper. I want you to wash it when 
you do laundry and put it away. You won't need it 
again. And yes, you are going to start doing laundry. 
You are also going to start cleaning house and cooking. 
You don't have a problem with that do you?"

She gave me her most pitiful look but she shook her 
head and said, "No sir. I don't have a problem with 
that."

I pointed to the skirt and top on the bed beside me and 
said, "Put these on. We are going out to lunch."

She glanced at the clothes I had set out for her. I saw 
the recognition in her face. She was not a happy 
camper. I watched as she went to her dresser and took 
out some underwear. She came over and set them on the 
bed and took off her robe. She put the robe in the 
hamper and while she was doing that I picked up her bra 
and panties and tossed them in the small trash can in 
the corner.

She almost said something then. I could see it on her 
face. I would bet a month's pay that she had never left 
the house without her underwear in her entire life. She 
was looking at that little miniskirt and the thin top 
and she was uncomfortable with the possibilities. If 
she knew what I had in mind for her she would have been 
a whole hell of a lot more than uncomfortable.

She picked up the clothes on the bed and sniffed at 
them. She said, "Kenny, I mean sir, they have been in a 
box for three years. They need to be washed. They're 
musty."

I smiled and said, "That's okay Gwen. They're going to 
get aired out. You can wash them and the others this 
evening."

She put the skirt on and buttoned it up. I had all but 
forgotten how fucking hot she looked in a miniskirt. 
She looked down and saw how close she was to being 
exposed and tried to work it down a little lower on her 
waist. I stopped her and she groaned, wanting 
desperately to protest.

She quickly slipped the crop top on and then looked at 
herself in the mirror while she was slipping her 
sandals on. She hated the look but damn she looked 
good! The little pleated skirt was so short that she 
was less than two inches from getting arrested. A good 
breeze would be a problem for her. That could be 
interesting because we were going somewhere that was 
almost always breezy. The restaurant was on a creek 
that fed into the harbor where the sea breezes kept the 
outside diners comfortable all summer long.

The crop top was not as revealing as I would have liked 
but despite her sloth-like lifestyle since our wedding, 
she had somehow maintained her figure. Her bare midriff 
looked great. In a few weeks I would pick her up some 
more revealing tops. Until then I might be able to 
alter some of the things she had to make them more 
interesting. 

I got up off the bed and it suddenly hit me. I knew 
exactly what the crop top she was wearing needed. I 
reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a 
pair of scissors. Gwen watched me approach in the 
mirror and she got a very worried look on her face. I 
smiled reassuringly and said, "Don't worry Gwen. This 
won't hurt at all."

I pulled the crop top away from her back and snipped 
the elastic around the bottom. It wasn't a radical 
change but the lower portion of the top began to loosen 
up and hang away from her body. It didn't quite drape 
straight down from her breasts. I was disappointed that 
the lower curve of her breasts was still not on 
display. But it wouldn't take much to put them on 
display. I was confident that a slight breeze would 
prove embarrassing for her.

I liked the look. Gwen was less fond of it.

I turned her around to face me and said, "You haven't 
looked this good since you married me."

She didn't seem to agree and she was even less happy 
with her outfit when I reached up and stretched out the 
bottom elastic on her crop top. I had finally achieved 
the effect that I had been going for. The top now hung 
down loosely from her breasts. Barring a sudden breeze 
her breasts were covered. But I was counting on 
breezes. And whether the wind blew or not I now had 
easy access to her sexy tits.

I was getting horny looking at her like that but Jerry 
would be waiting for us. Well, Jerry was waiting for 
me. He didn't know that Gwen was going to be there. I 
didn't think that he was going to complain once he saw 
her though. And it wouldn't be long before he saw all 
of her.

I smiled and kissed her and said, "You look great. Come 
on, let's go."

She followed me out to the car. I had forgotten all 
about packing up and moving out. I closed the garage 
door and my trunk lid and we headed for the restaurant. 

I watched Gwen out of the corner of my eye as I drove. 
She glanced at me from time to time and I got the 
impression that she was thinking that she was seeing me 
for the first time. She didn't know me at all. She must 
be pretty shocked to realized that all of sudden I was 
no longer under her thumb. Not only that, but the roles 
were reversed now. She was under my thumb and payback 
was a bitch. I knew that she must be wondering just how 
much of this she could stand and trying desperately to 
think of some way to return to the way things were 
before it all blew up in her face yesterday. 

She was not pleased with the way things had turned out. 
She was still in shock after having to spend a large 
part of the morning putting out. And it was bad enough 
that she had been forced to allow me to make her suck 
my cock, not once but twice. But to be given to the 
teenage boy next door! That must have really warped her 
mind. Poor Gwen, as horrible as her morning was, she 
was really going to hate her afternoon.

I parked at the restaurant and turned in my seat to 
face her. She was staring out through the windshield at 
the restaurant, probably thinking about how humiliating 
it was to be going out in public in what she had been 
forced to wear.

I said, "Look at me Gwen."

She was startled. She had been lost in thought. I said, 
"Nothing has changed. You still have the same two 
choices. You need to make up your mind right now that 
you will obey me completely, no matter how much you 
despise what I make you do. Or, I can turn around and 
drive you back to the house and finish packing. I'm 
dead serious about this. You don't have to like the 
things I make you do. In fact it amuses me that you 
don't. But by god you will do them or it's all over. I 
owe you big time for the way you have behaved over the 
last three years and I have every intention of repaying 
you in spades."

She stared at me despondently for a long time before 
she nodded and in a quiet voice said, "Yes sir, I 
understand. I'll do what you want. I don't want you to 
leave me. I don't want to be alone. I can't be alone. I 
know that you hate me right now. Maybe I deserve that. 
But I'm going to do what you say and I'm going to try 
to make it up to you. Maybe someday you can love me 
again."

I hadn't expected that! But I had to ask, "Gwen, you 
want me to love you again? Did you ever really love me? 
You never showed it if you did. If you had it would 
have made all the difference in the world."

Her eyes got wide and she said, "I…Kenny I…of course I 
loved you! I married you!"

I shook my head and responded, "You married me so that 
you would have someone to take care of you, provide for 
you. What did you ever do for me?"

She was silent for a moment and then her shoulders 
slumped and she said, "I'm sorry."

I wasn't sure what it was she was apologizing for and I 
didn't really care.

I said, "Get out."

I got out and locked the car and ordered her to walk in 
front of me. As we crossed the parking lot the breeze 
was starting to play with her clothes. I saw her reach 
down and press her skirt against her body and I said, 
"Don't bother with that Gwen. Leave your clothes alone. 
I like the way your skirt behaves when the breeze hits 
it."

I had gotten a couple of brief peeks at the lower curve 
of her butt cheeks when the breeze got under her little 
skirt and I thought it looked kind of cute. As long as 
there were no young kids or Baptist preachers on the 
deck I didn't see where anyone could object to a brief 
flash of cheek.

We went through the restaurant and out onto the back 
deck. Jerry was already at a table and he and Gwen saw 
each other at the same time. Jerry's eyes got wide and 
his mouth fell open and Gwen came to a screeching halt. 
I almost walked right into her.

I reached up and put my hand around the back of her 
neck and guided her to Jerry's table. He couldn't take 
his eyes off of Gwen. We took our seats and I saw the 
confusion written all over Jerry's face.

I smiled and said, "It's okay Jerry. Gwen and I have 
reconciled our differences. Haven't we Gwen?"

She whispered, "Yes sir."

I smiled and said, "Speak up bitch!"

In a slightly louder voice she said, "Yes sir."

Jerry was still staring at my frigid, ultra 
conservative wife in wonder. Her little crop top was 
being gently lifted away from her chest in the light 
breeze and from time to time the lower curve of her 
breasts would peek out. The people at the other tables 
would hardly notice. Jerry and I had a much better 
view. 

When she sat down she had pulled her chair in but I 
said, "Gwen, sit back and relax. Cross your legs and 
get comfortable."

When she was seated that little skirt just barely 
covered her pussy. When she scooted her seat out away 
from the table and crossed her legs Jerry had a good 
view of her pussy. He stared openly for a moment and 
then looked at me with a guilty look on his face.

I laughed and said, "That's okay man. If I didn't want 
you to look I wouldn't have dressed her like that."

There was a long silence as Jerry looked back and forth 
between me and my sexy but obviously embarrassed wife. 
He finally turned to me and asked, "Did Gwen go to 
sleep beside a pod last night?"

I laughed and said, "No, she is not among the living 
dead and she is not possessed. Well, except in as much 
as I possess her. She has agreed to do anything and 
everything to please me if I would stay with her. I am 
testing her limits. Well, I'm testing her limits and 
I'm paying her back for three years of hell. In case 
you are wondering, my friends are welcome in my home 
once again. In fact, I am going to be encouraging them 
all to drop by as often as they like. And next weekend 
I'm going to invite a bunch of guys over to watch the 
race."

Jerry shook his head and said, "Well, I guess you don't 
need the Playboys after all!"

I replied, "Oh yes. I want you to come over after we 
eat and we'll go through them and pick out a nice style 
for Gwen's bush. She never trims it and it's growing 
wild. It's a jungle down there!"

Gwen was very uncomfortable with the conversation but 
she didn't react at all when I said that Jerry was 
coming over or that she was going to be trimming her 
overgrown pubic patch.

Jerry said, "Why don't you just have her shave it off?" 
He was really getting into the spirit of things.

I responded, "Oh no. I love her bright red cunt hair. 
It matches the hair on her head perfectly. It just 
needs to be severely trimmed back. Wait until you see 
it, you'll love it."

He glanced down at her legs and I asked, "Or can you 
see it?"

He smiled and said, "Not yet. But the way that breeze 
is playing around with her skirt I'm sure it won't be 
long."

I looked around and it looked like the only ones that 
were paying any attention to us were two older men at a 
nearby table. They did not seem to be offended by what 
they were seeing. Most of the other tables nearby were 
unoccupied at the moment. 

The waiter finally came over and took our drink orders 
and brought us menus. Gwen had a lot of faults but 
being a heavy drinker wasn't one of them. She rarely 
consumed alcohol. Today she didn't hesitate to order a 
large margarita. I ordered a beer and the waiter left. 
As soon as he was gone I said, "I don't see why we 
should have to wait for Mother Nature. Gwen, lift your 
skirt up and show Jerry what a large bush you have been 
cultivating all of these years."

She put her menu down on the table and glanced around 
furtively before she dropped her hand to her skirt and 
lifted the hem up to just above her large pubic patch.

As her crotch came into view I said, "Put your leg down 
and give him a good look at it darling." 

She glanced at me, surprised by the term of endearment. 
I hadn't sounded sarcastic but it was meant to be. Then 
she looked back down and straightened her legs out and 
let them fall apart slightly.

I had been watching both of them to see how they 
reacted but I also saw the men at the nearby table when 
one of them poked the other with his elbow and nodded 
in our direction. I don't think that they could see her 
pussy but they could see that she was showing it to 
Jerry.

They were both grinning widely as they watched us 
closely now. One of them met my eyes and nodded. I 
smiled and nodded back. Then I looked at Jerry. Jerry 
gaped at Gwen's bush and said, "I'll be a son of a 
bitch!"

He looked up at me and then turned back to Gwen and 
asked, "You are really going along with this?!"

She didn't look up, she was too embarrassed. She 
sounded like she was going to start crying again when 
she replied, "I have to. I don't have any choice. And 
maybe he's was right. No, not maybe. He was right. I 
guess I deserve this."

I was shocked that she would admit it. It even sounded 
like she meant it!

She heard the excited murmur from the nearby table and 
became aware that those older gentlemen were watching. 
Her color seemed to deepen but she held her skirt up 
until I said, "You can get comfortable again Gwen. Not 
too comfortable though. The only reason you aren't 
naked is because it's illegal."

She nodded her head and let her skirt slide back in 
place. But she left her seat where it was and she 
remained seated with her legs slightly parted. I can't 
say this sort of thing was getting easier for her but 
she was apparently reaching the point that she expected 
to be treated this way and her first reaction was no 
longer to object. Instead she was becoming more or less 
resigned to her fate.

Each new indignity, each new act of forced humiliation 
was just as hard as the previous ones had been for her 
to deal with. But with each subsequent affront to her 
dignity she was being hammered further into submission. 

Up until a few hours ago she dressed like a nun. Now 
she was sitting in a public place displaying her body 
on demand to acquaintances and strangers alike. She was 
undoubtedly sick about what she was being forced to do. 
But she had already convinced herself that she could 
not live with the alternative.

The waiter finally returned with our drinks and as he 
was serving us a sudden friendly, or perhaps overly 
friendly breeze came in off the water and gently lifted 
Gwen's skirt. I was saw it flip up and uncover her slit 
and most of her pubic hair and then fold over and come 
to rest with those portions of her body exposed. 

The poor kid nearly dropped her drink. He turned bright 
red as he set her drink down and when she didn't move 
to cover herself he continued to stare until he came to 
his senses and realized what he was doing. 

He straightened up and mumbled, "I'm sorry. I was…I 
just…excuse me!" 

We struggled not to laugh as he hurried away. At least 
Jerry and I did. Gwen wasn't nearly as amused. The men 
at the nearby table couldn't see as well but they were 
still watching and they were enjoying our little show 
too.

One of them got up and came over. He stared down at 
Gwen's still exposed crotch and said, "I wanted you to 
know how much my friend and I are enjoying our lunch 
today. If you don't mind we would like to pay for your 
meal."

I smiled and said, "That's very nice of you, but it's 
unnecessary sir."

He grinned and said, "Not at all. We have thrown a lot 
more money away at strip joints and it wasn't any more 
fun than we are having now."

I replied, "Well, if you are going to insist. The truth 
is my wife is being punished for spending me into debt 
and I would actually appreciate your help with the tab. 
Thank you."

He looked away from Gwen's pussy for a second, long 
enough to say, "It is truly our pleasure young man. She 
is a hell of a lot prettier than the strippers we pay 
to see."

I said, "Well, if you are going to be paying to see 
her, would you like to join us? We have plenty of room 
and you'll be able to see much better if you change 
tables."

He smiled and said, "I'd like that very much, if no one 
objects."

Jerry was getting a kick out of this too. He didn't 
mind. Gwen wasn't all that happy about it but that was 
the point.

The man waved his friend over and they introduced 
themselves as Jeff, the man who offered to pay for our 
meal, and Corey. They were businessmen in town for a 
seminar and would be here all of next week. They were 
staying at the hotel next door.

They brought their drinks over and sat down and when 
they were seated I said, "I suppose since you are in 
effect paying to see the show you should at least get a 
peek at the entire cast of characters."

I turned to make sure that no one was paying any 
attention and when I saw that it was clear I said, 
"Gwen, show the nice men your tits."

She didn't even flinch. I was surprised. I thought that 
she might at least implore me not to make her do that 
here in a public place. She took a deep breath and 
without even looking around she grasped the underside 
of her crop top and flipped it up, exposing her perfect 
breasts to the four of us at the table.

Jeff said, "Fucking beautiful! If she was wearing a 
garter I'd be stuffing money in it!"

I laughed and said, "I'll keep that in mind. I could 
use the money."

I saw the hostess bringing a couple in and heading our 
way so I let Gwen cover up. She quickly flipped her top 
back down over her tits and her skirt over her crotch. 
Both garments would dance lightly in the breeze 
throughout our lunch and continue to embarrass her and 
amuse us. She had really lost her appetite and only 
ordered a salad. When it came she picked at it a little 
but ate almost nothing. She did gulp down a total of 
three margaritas though. I could tell she was feeling 
it. I couldn't remember ever seeing her drink this much 
before and I wondered if it would relax her any. 

I had mixed emotions about that. I'd be curious to see 
what she was like if she actually let herself go and 
got a little wild. On the other hand, it would kind of 
ruin the fun if she started to enjoy being humiliated 
and abused this way.

After a few drinks I started answering all the 
questions that Jeff and Corey had about Gwen. The 
entire situation fascinated them. I told them all about 
what happened earlier with Robby. Jeff, Corey and Jerry 
enjoyed hearing all about it. Gwen was mortified of 
course.

We hung around for a long time after we ate. But I had 
to go. I had already had more to drink than I normally 
have and I had to drive all the way across town. I 
thanked Jeff and Corey for our dinner and the drinks 
and we headed for the parking lot. Jerry was going to 
meet us at the house with his Playboy magazines.

We were half way across the parking lot when Jeff 
called out to us. We all stopped and turned and he and 
Corey were rushing over to us. I thought that we might 
have forgotten something but I seemed to have 
everything that I went in with.

They came up to us and said, "Ken, Corey and I have a 
suggestion. We had planned on going into town to a 
strip joint this evening. It's something we like to do 
when we are out of town and away from our wives. As a 
general rule we buy a bunch of drinks for a bunch of 
women, stick a lot of dollar bills in some garter belts 
and if anyone catches our eye we get a lap dance. Two 
if we're drunk."

"On an average night like that we each are apt to spend 
as much as three hundred dollars, sometimes more. And 
not one of those girls is anywhere near as hot as your 
wife. What we would like to suggest is that instead, 
you and your friend and your hot little wife come to 
our suite. We are right over there in that hotel next 
door. You'll get a chance to sober up a little before 
you hit the road and your wife can put on a little show 
for us."

It was starting to sound interesting but he sweetened 
the pot considerably.

"If you come on over and bring your magazines we'd like 
to help you pick out a hairstyle for her. We would also 
like to watch her shave. She can use my beard trimmer 
and my razor. She could do a couple of dances and maybe 
even a lap dance. In exchange we will give you one 
thousand dollars in cash. All that for, let's say three 
hours of entertainment. You get to take the strain off 
of your finances and my friend and I get a nice little 
show."

I liked the sound of that. I liked the sound of that a 
lot! I turned to Jerry and asked, "Are you in a hurry 
to go home?"

He grinned and said, "Hell no. And I could stand to 
sober up a little before I drive anywhere too."

We waited for him to get his magazines and while we 
stood on the edge of the parking lot on the sidewalk 
that led to the hotel next door I stood Gwen between 
Jeff and Corey and said, "I think you three should get 
better acquainted while we wait."

There was a pleading look in Gwen's eyes which did my 
heart good as the men began to discreetly explore her 
body. I saw Corey's hand slide up the back of her thigh 
and come to rest underneath the back of her skirt. 
While he groped her ass, Jeff put his arm around her 
shoulder and his free hand reached under her top and 
cupped her tit. 

As he manipulated her tit he leaned down and kissed her 
cheek. Then he said, "Little girl, on my next birthday 
I'll be fifty five years old. I'm just about old enough 
to be your grandfather. You probably think I'm a dirty 
old man and I guess you're right. But I don't think you 
can fully appreciate the aphrodisiac quality that your 
innocence and your youth have on a man my age. To put 
that more succinctly, you turn me the fuck on like you 
wouldn't believe!"

He turned her head and kissed her lips and said, "Your 
soft skin and your firm body and that wild red hair 
have had my cock hard all afternoon."

He turned back to me and said, "I would like to up the 
offer Ken. If you let me fuck your wife before you 
leave our suite this evening I will give you an 
additional five hundred dollars. I wouldn't be 
surprised if my good friend here would be willing to 
make you a similar offer."

Corey grinned and said, "What the hell! It all goes on 
the expense account!"

They laughed and watched me to see what I would say. I 
didn't even have to think about it. Hell, for two 
thousand dollars they could fuck me! I reached out and 
shook their hands and said, "Gentlemen, I do believe 
that I can talk my charming wife into satisfying your 
every desire. She may not be happy about it. You can 
see that she hasn't been smiling much in the last 
twenty-four hours. But despite her misgivings, that 
much money will go a long ways towards putting us back 
on a firm financial footing. If you can overlook her 
unpleasant disposition then the bitch is yours for the 
evening. I only ask that I have the deciding vote when 
it comes to choosing the hairstyle that is going over 
her cunt. I'm the one that is going to have to live 
with it."

Jeff responded, "Ken, I wouldn't dream of forcing you 
to live with a patch of cunt hair that you were unhappy 
with. As for Gwen's less than pleasant disposition, I 
am embarrassed to admit that the fact that she is a 
young, naïve housewife who hates every second of this 
has made my pecker harder than it has been in twenty 
years. I know my perverted friend well enough to know 
that he feels the same way."

He turned to Gwen then and said, "I'm sorry darling, 
but it looks like your sweet little ass belongs to me 
and Corey for the next three hours or so."

He chuckled and said, "If it makes you feel any better 
we didn't bring our whips and chains, just our dirty 
minds and our hard cocks. God girl! I can't wait to get 
you undressed and get a dick in you. I haven't fucked a 
girl as hot as you in as long as I can remember."

Jerry finally made it back with a handful of Playboy 
magazines and said, "Sorry guys. I couldn't wait until 
we got to the room. I had to piss like a Russian 
racehorse."

I didn't know what that meant but it didn't matter. We 
followed Jeff and Corey back to their suite. Gwen was 
between them all the way. Corey had lifted her skirt up 
in back and tucked it into her waistband. I didn't 
realize it until we got to the room but Jeff had lifted 
her top up over her tits and he was playing with one of 
them all the way to the room. That explained the wild 
looks we got from a surprisingly large number of people 
who were making their way from the hotel to the 
restaurant.

They had a very nice suite. There was a large sitting 
area with a balcony that looked out over the creek. 
There were connecting doors on either side of the main 
room which led to the two connecting bedrooms. There 
was a small kitchenette. The bathroom, which I made a 
dash for as soon as they let us in, was huge and full 
of marble and glass. This must have cost whoever they 
worked for a bundle.

When I came out of the bathroom Jeff was undressing 
Gwen and saying, "Let's get you out of these clothes 
beautiful, so we can see what we have to work with."

She stood there glumly allowing him to strip her. You 
might have thought that we would tire of her dour 
expression and grudging cooperation but the exact 
opposite was true. We all seemed to get a kick out of 
the fact that she hated what we were doing to her.

Jerry and Corey were spreading the Playboys out on the 
coffee table and the four of us sat on the couch and 
flipped through the pictures and made note of any girls 
that caught our eye. We weren't so much looking at the 
girls, though we didn't go out of our way to avoid 
that. We were looking for haircuts that caught our eye. 
After about a half hour we narrowed it down to three 
girls and it was left to me to decide. 

To be honest there had not been that much to choose 
from. Many of the girls had shaved completely and the 
majority of the others had nothing but a little landing 
strip. There were a few that were a bit whimsical and 
used a little imagination but they didn't really appeal 
to me. The girls were beautiful of course. But I wasn't 
interested in having Gwen sport a heart shaped bush or 
something silly. 

After all of that it was sort of anticlimactic, but I 
ended up opting for a neatly trimmed V over her slit. I 
decided to leave just enough hair so that the vibrant 
red of her pubic patch would be obvious. 

The original plan had been that we would all now sit 
back and watch Gwen shave. When Jeff came back out of 
his bathroom with a beard trimmer and a razor, some 
shaving cream and a wet towel, he asked that he be 
allowed to trim her bush, with the assistance of his 
right hand man Corey of course.

I made sure that he knew how much to leave and Jerry 
and I sat back and enjoyed the show. They sat Gwen on a 
towel and Jeff and Corey outlined the patch of hair 
they intended to leave standing. It was a long, slow 
process that involved laying her down on the coffee 
table and spreading her legs far apart and slowly 
tracing their pattern with their fingers.

Jeff finally picked up his beard trimmer and said, "Now 
you be a good little girl and you'll get a lollipop 
when we are done. Well, to be perfectly honest we don't 
have a lollipop. But we'll give you something nice to 
suck on."

We all thought that was amusing but for some reason 
Gwen didn't seem to see the humor.

Jeff carefully trimmed the area around the little bit 
of hair that we had decided to keep. It seemed to 
require an awful lot of touching. They even seemed to 
find it necessary to insert their fingers right up 
inside of her.

She squirmed around a little bit from time to time in 
reaction to something they were doing with their 
fingers. But she pretty much behaved herself and let 
them do whatever they wanted to do. They were both bent 
over her closely and it looked like their hands would 
be in the way but they seemed to be getting the job 
done. 

Jeff trimmed her up neatly and while Corey dampened the 
area with the cloth and then slowly applied and rubbed 
in the shaving cream, Jeff went into the kitchen area 
and came back with a small plastic sandwich bag. 

He smiled and said, "I know that I shall never forget 
this night. But I want a souvenir." He gathered up as 
much of the bright red pubic hair that he had just cut 
off of my wife as he could and placed it in the bag. 

He held it up when he was done and there was a 
surprisingly large amount of hair. He smiled and said, 
"Corey, you can come by the office anytime you want 
when we get back and look at it. Hell, I'll even let 
you sniff it!"

Again the humor seemed to be lost on Gwen.

Corey smiled but other than that he ignored Jeff and 
began to carefully shave my wife's pussy. His face was 
very close and his fingers were inside of her, to 
steady her I suppose. It took him a very long time and 
when he was done they soaped her up again and Jeff went 
over her a second time, just to make sure. They even 
lifted her legs up and spread them and made sure that 
there were no stray hairs around her pink little 
asshole.

I thought it was nice of them to be so considerate but 
Gwen didn't seem to be enjoying the attention. 
Sometimes I thing that there is just no pleasing that 
woman!

Sorry. I drank a lot of beer this afternoon. It always 
seems to bring out my weird sense of humor. Just keep 
reading and ignore me.

They wiped her down with the damp cloth and examined 
the results. I had to admit that they had done a very 
professional job. I even suggested to them that they 
might have a future in the business.

I expected them to put Gwen on her feet now and demand 
a few sexy dances. Jeff had a different idea. He was 
kneeling between her wide open legs and staring down at 
her little used pussy and before anyone so inclined 
could object he said, "I have got to have a taste of 
that!"

He swooped down and began eating her pussy eagerly. 

Gwen cried out and much to my surprise her butt came up 
off of the table when his tongue first attacked her 
sensitive pussy. I was broken hearted for the first 
minute or two. I didn't say anything. For what these 
men were paying me I suppose they had bought the right 
to eat her pussy. 

But shit! I had wanted to be the first man to eat her 
out! 

I should have done it earlier this afternoon when I had 
the chance. But we were getting ready to meet Jerry and 
I had planned on doing it when we got home. She had 
always refused me that pleasure. She had called me 
names for even suggesting it.

She wasn't calling Jeff names. She was moaning and her 
head was rocking back and forth. Her hands had a death 
grip on the sides of the coffee table. I couldn't help 
wondering if she was as surprised at her reaction as I 
was. For the first time since I had met her she was 
losing control. A man was eating her pussy and she 
loved it! She was going to have an orgasm and I was 
pretty sure that she had never had one before. I know 
that she had never experienced one when I was in the 
room!

Her moans got louder and everyone was getting turned 
on. Corey leaned over and began to suck and nibble on 
her nipples and her arms came up and went around his 
head and neck and suddenly she screamed and her entire 
body went rigid. 

I was astounded. I was also more turned on than I had 
ever been before. 

Jeff knew what he was doing. He didn't stop either. He 
was obviously enjoying his work and he continued to 
attack her pussy with his mouth. She kept having loud, 
violent orgasms until she was about to lose her mind. 
She turned loose of Corey and leaned up and tried 
desperately to push Jeff's head away. As she did she 
pleaded with him to stop. She told him between her 
short, gasping breaths that she couldn't take anymore. 

He finally relented and lifted his head. His mouth and 
his cheeks and his chin were all covered with her 
juices and there was a puddle of moisture on the table 
under her ass. He looked up at her and then at Corey 
and he said, "Damn man! I thought that she was going to 
tear my tongue out with that snapping pussy of hers! 
For a frigid bitch she really pops when you get her 
wound up!"

Corey grinned back at him and said, "Fuck a bunch of 
dancing. I'm way past subtle here. I need to fuck this 
bitch and I'm not talking about later."

They tossed the towel they had used earlier onto the 
very white carpet and they picked her up and placed her 
down with her ass on the towel. They stood up on either 
side of her and stared down at her as they both rapidly 
undressed.

Jeff seemed to be the man in charge, the alpha male. I 
had expected him to fuck her first. But before he was 
undressed Corey was already on his knees between my 
wife's legs and slowly feeding his large cock into her 
very wet pussy.

She moaned again as he entered her and as he moved up 
over her she was just about out of it. She didn't seem 
to mind being raped anymore. Her arms went around Corey 
and not long after he started pumping into her, her 
legs came up and circled him as well. She was holding 
on for dear life and her hips were meeting his thrusts 
eagerly. As rapes go this seemed to be a pretty 
friendly one. Gwen had a glazed look in her eyes and I 
could hear her whispering, "Yes! Oh god yes! Do it! 
Fuck me!"

Even though Corey was extremely excited and couldn't 
wait to get in her she beat him to the first orgasm. 
She started coming and her nails raked his back. Her 
screams were almost surely going to be reported to the 
front desk. She came two or maybe three times before 
Corey finally sped up and then cried out and came 
inside of her.

It had been one of the most exciting things that I had 
ever seen. In fact, it had been so exciting that it 
wasn't until they were finished that I noticed Jeff 
standing to the side. He was staring down at them with 
his eyes all lit up and gently moving his fist up and 
down the fattest cock I had ever seen. It was not 
abnormally long. I would estimate about seven inches. 
But it was nearly as big around as my wrist!

I think that I knew why Corey had fucked her first.

Corey slowly pulled out of my wife's pussy and rested 
over her on his hands and knees for a moment, gasping 
for breath and dripping sweat as he stared down at her 
limp, sweaty body.

He gradually sat up and then got to his feet. He turned 
to Jeff and smiled and said, "It was worth every 
fucking penny Jeff! That was, without a doubt, the 
tightest pussy I have ever fucked! Try not to kill her, 
okay?"

Jeff grinned and said, "Fuck that! If she dies, she 
dies!"

I knew he was kidding, but not by that much. 

Gwen seemed to be only semi-conscious as Jeff moved 
between her legs and dropped to the floor. He stared at 
her already worn out body for a few seconds and then 
dropped down over her and rested his weight on his 
arms. His large cock came to rest on her dripping cunt 
and he sawed it back and forth for a minute or two and 
watched Gwen, waiting for her to recover.

When she seemed to be aware of her surroundings again 
he smiled in anticipation. He lined the head of his 
cock up with her well prepared slit and slowly pushed 
the head of it inside of her.

It was pretty amusing. I was watching her face when he 
slid that handful of cock inside of her. Her eyes 
popped open and the shock registered on her face. Her 
arms came up and she placed them on his shoulders. It 
didn't look like she was trying to push him away. She 
was just holding on I think.

She stared up at him in wonder and gasped, "What?! What 
are you doing? What is that?!"

He just smiled down at her and began to slowly push his 
cock into her. She was obviously aware that it was 
huge. She was being stretched more than she ever had 
before. I have a good sized cock but compared to Jeff 
my cock looked like a big clit!

Gwen's eyes opened wider and wider and her mouth began 
to gape open as well. She eventually shut her mouth and 
started rocking her head back and forth and making 
animal noises such as I had never heard from any woman 
before. Those noises became louder and louder and soon 
she was screaming again. She seemed to be losing 
control of her body. She was writhing around as if she 
were in pain. She looked like she was in pain. But 
those sounds were not cries of pain. Those were the 
sounds of ecstasy, and I don't mean the drug. 

She started cumming again and her arms went up to reach 
around him and hold him tight. He had watched her 
scratch the hell out of Corey's back and he called to 
Corey to grab her arms before she could scratch him.

Corey was just as much in awe of what we were watching 
as Jerry and I were and he almost didn't hear his 
friend. But he finally came to his senses and dropped 
to his knees at her head. He grabbed her arms and held 
them up over her head and she cried out, "YES! YES! YES 
GOD DAMN YOU! RAPE ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT MONSTER COCK!"

I stared in awe but in the back of my mind I was 
wondering, "Was this what I should have done three 
years ago? Did she just need to be raped by a couple of 
strangers with big cocks?!"

I looked at her and wondered what she would be like 
after today. The things that had happened earlier back 
at the house with Robby, those had hardly had an effect 
on her. But this! These men were doing things to her 
that I couldn't. How could this not change her in some 
way? But then I came to my senses. She had drunk too 
much and she was being raped by a couple of big dicked 
strangers. She might be changed tomorrow but it 
wouldn't be much and whether it was a change for the 
better or for worse she would be unlikely to wake up 
tomorrow and not hate me for what I did to her today. 

I think that in my mind I may have been exaggerating 
the power of a large cock to effect change. Still, it 
would be interesting to see if she was the same person 
when this evening was over, if I could get her to go 
home with me after getting fucked by Jeff that is. She 
might want to follow him home!

Jeff sped up his already rapid and violent thrusts and 
Gwen was still going crazy on the end of it. He 
suddenly roared like a bull and brutalized her with 
three or four more unbelievably violent strokes and 
then he collapsed on top of her. 

She grunted in pain but I wasn't sure if it was her 
pussy that hurt or if his weight on top of her had 
collapsed her lungs.

She sighed as he rolled off of her and lay beside her 
breathing deeply and swearing under his breath. She lay 
there with her eyes closed for a long time but then she 
groaned in pain and sat up. She turned and stared at 
his still massive cock. I heard her whisper to herself, 
"I'll never be the same."

I suspected that she was right about that.

Nobody moved or spoke for a very long time. Jerry and I 
were still staring in amazement. Corey had let Gwen's 
arms go after Jeff rolled off of her. Now he got to his 
feet and asked, "Does anyone want a drink? I'm dry as a 
bone."

They both had a cold beer. It looked good but Jerry and 
I still had to drive and Gwen was finally sobering up. 
We asked for bottled water.

Except for that there was no conversation for quite a 
while. Eventually Gwen got up and held her hand over 
her pussy as she made her way to the bathroom 
uncertainly. Her gate was uneven and her legs seemed 
rubbery as she stumbled across the room.

While she was gone Jerry turned to me and said, "I 
don't know what you have planned for later buddy, but I 
have to tap that!"

I grinned and said, "I'm afraid that you will have to 
discuss that with our hosts Jerry. They are paying for 
her services."

Jeff laughed and said, "I need a break and I know that 
Corey is still gasping for air. I can hear him. Go 
ahead Jerry. When I get my strength back I'm curious to 
see what she can do with that pouty mouth of hers."

I chuckled and said, "Do you mean to tell me you can 
actually get that horse cock into a woman's mouth?!"

He smiled and said, "Not all that much of it actually. 
But it's the thought that counts and if they do it 
right it still feels pretty damned good. And I can't 
help it. It turns me on to shoot a load of cum in a 
broad's mouth and watch her struggle to swallow it all 
down."

Jerry never changed his expression. He sounded 
completely serious when he said, "Jeff, I don't think 
you are supposed to call cunts broads anymore. They 
don't like it."

Gwen was still in the bathroom and didn't hear his 
comment. I'm reasonably certain that she wouldn't have 
thought it was amusing though.

Gwen came back out of the bathroom to find Jerry 
undressing quickly. She was carrying a fresh towel. The 
one she had been lying on was raunchy. 

Jerry has been a friend of mine for a long time. Gwen 
has despised all of my friends from the very beginning 
of our marriage and never missed an opportunity to come 
between them and me. But she has always been 
particularly antagonistic toward Jerry, probably 
because, except for Gina he was my closest friend. She 
made it clear from the beginning that she despised him. 

Now she was standing before him and waiting for him to 
decide how he wanted to use her body. This must have 
been more difficult for her than being taken by two 
complete strangers who were old enough to be her 
grandfather. 

She didn't show any sign now that she was any more 
upset with the prospect of having to allow my friend to 
fuck her. She just looked tired. She had sobered up in 
the last hour or so. But she had also, I'm not sure how 
to put this, been forced to enjoy (?), a string of mind 
shattering orgasms, the first orgasms that she had ever 
had as far as I can tell. She must be pretty confused 
right now.

Jerry finished undressing and then reached out and 
cupped her breast. He enjoyed the feel of her soft, 
warm flesh for a moment and then said, "Here's 
something I never thought I'd say Gwen. Get down on 
your knees and suck on my cock for a couple of minutes 
before I fuck you."

She looked down at his hard cock and she dropped gently 
to her knees. His cock was already throbbing. It didn't 
look like he'd be able to withstand a whole lot of 
foreplay. 

She gripped his cock and steadied it. I watched her wet 
her lips and force herself to take him into her mouth. 
I'm not sure if she was finally getting used to it or 
if she was keeping her mind blank and running on 
autopilot. She still looked a little dazed.

I stared in fascination, amazed when she didn't gag as 
Jerry's cock slid across her tongue. She was obviously 
getting over her fear of cock. Or maybe it wasn't fear. 
Maybe it would be more accurate to say her distaste for 
cock. It had been all too apparent from the very 
beginning that she was not fond of that particular male 
organ.

Jerry pumped his cock in and out of her mouth for only 
a minute or two as he stared down at her beautiful 
face. It looked like he didn't believe what he was 
seeing with his own eyes.

He pulled his cock free and said, "I can't take anymore 
of this. That wasn't anywhere near as bad as I 
expected. You'll never be able to make a living sucking 
cock like that but it felt pretty damned good. As good 
as that felt though, I have wanted to fuck you since 
high school Gwen. I never liked you, but you were 
always just about the prettiest girl around. Your 
problem was that you knew it and you thought that made 
you special."

He ran his hand down over her bright red hair and 
continued, "I never thought I'd get the chance. I'm not 
going to last long but I'm going to enjoy feeling my 
cock sink into your hot cunt and I'm going to cum. And 
I'm going to love it all the more because I know that 
you despise me."

Gwen showed no emotion at all. She spread the clean 
towel out and got down on her back. She slowly allowed 
her legs to part and Jerry stood over her for a moment 
longer, awed by her perfect body.

Jeff, Corey and I were watching the live sex show 
taking place right in front of us with great pleasure. 
Jeff and Corey were gripping their cocks and gently 
stroking them, getting ready for their next turn. I was 
afraid to touch mine. It wouldn't take much to get me 
off right now. I was just as excited as Jerry seemed to 
be. I wouldn't be able to wait much longer myself.

Jerry dropped to his knees and then moved over Gwen. He 
leaned down and kissed her. She didn't turn away but it 
didn't look like she returned his kiss. He ordered her 
to reach down and line his cock up and she obeyed. 

I watched her face as he sank slowly into her. I 
wondered if she would seem any different after all the 
stimulation, all the orgasms that had just been forced 
upon her by our two visiting friends. It may have been 
my imagination but I didn't think she was nearly as 
stoic now as she felt yet another cock invading her 
body. Maybe it was wishful thinking but it looked like 
she was actually feeling good but fighting hard to make 
sure that it didn't show.

The signs were hard to detect but much to my surprise 
it looked like she was fighting to maintain her 
composure as Jerry slowly started stroking his cock in 
and out. I was especially surprised because Jerry's 
cock wasn't even as large as mine, much less that 
monster that Jeff had just used on her. But I started 
to hope that after Jeff and Corey had broken through 
her defenses she might be turning into an actual human 
being instead of the robot I had married. 

But again, I wasn't sure if that wasn't just wishful 
thinking. Not at first. Not until her arms came up and 
held his body against hers. What was even more amazing 
was that she began to respond to his kisses and soon 
they were kissing passionately while he fucked her with 
increasing force. Soon she wasn't lying under him 
waiting for him to finish. She wrapped her legs around 
him and held him tight and her hips thrust up to meet 
his every stroke.

I couldn't believe my eyes when after a very short time 
they came together with her crying out and then biting 
his shoulder, her entire body out of control as she 
came with nearly as much passion as she had when Jeff 
took her.

Jerry went limp over her but they continued kissing and 
moaning for a long time after their mutual orgasm. His 
lips moved over her face and down her neck and I heard 
him whisper, "I knew you'd be hot, you sexy bitch! The 
next time we fuck I'm going to eat your cunt like it's 
never been eaten before. I want to taste your juices 
and feel you cum in my face."

I had no idea that Jerry had such a romantic soul!

I am pretty sure he knew that she had never permitted 
anyone to eat her pussy until just a few moments ago 
when Jeff did it for the first time. Over the last 
three years I had shared all of Gwen's shortcomings 
with him. But that didn't mean that the bar had been 
set very low. Jeff had obviously been very proficient 
and Jerry had some stiff competition if he was going to 
go for the title of best cunt eater. I planned to be 
competing as well, though not tonight.

As Gwen lay under him listening to him compliment her 
pussy and making plans to taste it in the future I was 
surprised to see her seemingly becoming aroused again. 
His cock was still inside of her and she still had her 
legs wrapped around him. I think that we were all 
surprised when we realized that she was trying to goad 
him into fucking her again. 

It wasn't that difficult. Jerry was pretty easy. He 
began to grind his pelvis against her and they started 
kissing again. Watching them together I started to get 
the idea that the next time Jerry came over to the 
house he was going to be welcome. 

I glanced over at the two men who were paying to fuck 
her to see if they had a problem with Jerry getting 
seconds before they got their blowjobs. I could see 
that, quite the opposite, they were enjoying the show 
as much as I was.

That brought up another point. I was truly enjoying 
this. I had enjoyed vague fantasies during our marriage 
of other men having sex with my wife. But it was not a 
constant theme or a compelling fantasy. I had read 
Penthouse and stories on line about men who craved 
seeing their wives with other men and I had been 
aroused. But now I was amazed at how turned on I was. I 
didn't feel the slightest bit of jealousy. Of course, 
the fact that I had been in the process of leaving her 
and getting a divorce when this all started might have 
something to do with that.

I wasn't sure now where our relationship was going. But 
I knew that if we remained together for any length of 
time this was always going to be a part of our life. 
Not just the memory of this exciting and groundbreaking 
evening. Monogamy was never going to be a part of our 
marriage after this exciting night. 

I don't mean to imply that I was prepared to take her 
back and keep her after this. I was still furious. The 
love that she had killed had not been rekindled by 
watching her succumb to lust for the first time in her 
life. But there was now a chink in her armor and it 
began to look like there might be a human being inside. 
Now I wasn't sure where this was going.

I turned my attention back to my wife and my best 
friend, fucking on the floor in front of us. This 
second fuck was not nearly as urgent as the first, but 
it was just as passionate. They were wrapped up 
together and kissing and biting and scratching and 
fucking like animals and both of them were becoming 
very vocal. 

I couldn't help thinking that it would have made a 
great movie. I had seen a few porn movies in my youth 
and while I enjoyed the opportunity to enjoy the female 
nudity I was not a big fan of fake sex and the movies 
had not been very enjoyable. This, on the other hand, 
would have been a very arousing movie. And they didn't 
even like each other!

Jerry came first this time but after he came he 
continued to grind his pelvis against Gwen's and she 
was grinding right back at him. I saw her desperately 
working to reach orgasm before he pulled away and 
finally achieving her goal just as his deflated cock 
slipped out of her.

This time Jerry struggled to his knees and he looked 
down at Gwen with a much different expression on his 
face than he had when he was preparing to fuck her. She 
looked up and met his gaze and she seemed embarrassed 
again. But now it was not because he had fucked her or 
touched her or seen her naked. Now she was embarrassed 
because she had responded. She had obviously enjoyed 
what they had just done and I imagine that she was just 
as surprised as the rest of us were.

I mean, it's one thing to be unable to resist that 
horse cock of Jeff's. But Jerry's cock was even smaller 
than mine, if only very slightly. She, and each of us 
men, was beginning to realize that she was human after 
all! That was a pretty exciting discovery when you 
remember how fucked up she was.

We all watched her slowly recovering on the floor in 
front of us for several minutes. Once she had her 
breath back and her heart rate had returned to normal 
she slowly sat up and gathered up the towel under her 
and used a portion of it to wipe her pussy off.

Then the strangest thing happened. She looked up at me 
and with a look of anguish on her face she asked, 
"What's happening to me?"

I got up and went over to her and pulled her to her 
feet. I put my arms around her and hugged her gently 
and said, "You know, I was just watching you and 
wondering the same thing. My guess is that the real 
person inside of you is breaking out of that cold 
cocoon and emerging. It's amazing to watch. I know you 
hate this but I was just thinking that I should have 
gotten you raped years ago."

She was nestled in my arms and her arms reached around 
me. She pulled me tight and said, "Is there any chance 
that when this is over you won't hate me anymore?"

I replied, "An hour or so ago I would have said no. But 
I didn't think it would be possible for you to change. 
Now I'm starting to wonder."

She still had her face buried in my shirt. She couldn't 
look me in the eye yet. She asked, "But even if I 
change, after what you just saw how could you love me?"

I said, "Maybe in my own way I'm just as fucked up as 
you are." I took her hand and placed it over my hard 
cock and said, "I can promise you that I am not 
revolted by what I have been seeing. If I didn't hate 
you so much this morning I would probably love you very 
much right now."

She shuddered and said, "Don't say that Kenny! Don't 
say you hate me. I know you're mad and you have every 
right to be. But don't say you hate me. I have to think 
that it isn't over between us. I have to believe that."

I hugged her again and said, "I'm starting to wonder 
myself. But even if we put it back together, I have 
already made up my mind that this, these kinds of 
things, these will be a part of our lives. This isn't 
just punishment. I'm enjoying the hell out of this. And 
you may be disgusted, you may be humiliated, but you 
can't deny that you have enjoyed a lot of what is 
happening to you too."

She sighed deeply and said, "I know. But I don't 
understand."

I answered, "I don't understand either. But I like the 
change I'm seeing in you."

Jeff cleared his throat and said, "This is all very 
touching, but Corey and I are still interested in 
getting our cocks sucked before you guys leave tonight. 
I hope that isn't going to be a problem."

He actually sounded pretty reasonable. He wasn't 
demanding or threatening. He was just asking. 

Gwen gently worked her way out of my arms and she was 
finally able to look me in the eye. She smiled a little 
wistfully and then she turned to face Jeff and said, 
"My husband sold me to you for three hours sir. You 
already know that I am a terrible cocksucker. But if 
that is what you want then I will do my best."

She moved over to stand between his legs and because of 
his girth, or rather the girth of his cock; he 
explained what she would have to do to please him. She 
went to her knees and as instructed she licked his 
already erect cock all over. Then she took the head and 
as much of the shaft as she could manage into her 
mouth. Her lips were stretched painfully around the 
shaft behind the knob but that still left the largest 
part of his cock to deal with. She wrapped her fingers 
around it. They didn't go very far but she was able to 
masturbate him into her mouth while using her tongue on 
the head of his freakishly fat cock.

I watched her struggling to suck him off and apparently 
making an honest attempt to please him. I was really 
impressed. I got down behind her and began to tease her 
pussy while she sucked on him, or rather, while she 
masturbated him into her mouth. 

She wriggled her cute little butt around as if she were 
wagging her tail for a moment, as if to thank me for 
stimulating her and making it easier for her to please 
Jeff. I felt the results of Jerry's two orgasms still 
oozing out of her and I rubbed his cum all over her 
cunt before concentrating on her clit. She moaned in 
pleasure as I rubbed Jerry's cum into her clit and it 
looked like she was responding by trying to swallow 
that huge thing.

I was a little surprised at myself too now. I couldn't 
imagine myself rubbing another man's cum around my 
wife's body just twenty-four hours ago. I wouldn't 
classify myself as homophobic. Live and let live was my 
motto. The more homosexuals there were in the world the 
more women there were for the rest of us. But the idea 
of diddling around in another man's pecker juice, 
although not something I had contemplated, was surely 
an idea that would have grossed me out. So I was 
surprised at how much I was enjoying this. Because she 
was obviously getting off on it too and that was 
turning me on. 

Jeff was starting to really enjoy what she was doing 
but he had just fucked her and he was, after all, in 
his mid fifties. This would probably take a while. He 
grinned at me and said, "She seems to be enjoying the 
hell out of whatever it is you're doing back there. Why 
don't you go ahead and fuck her and let's see what that 
does for her?"

I responded, "I had planned on waiting until I got her 
home. This is, after all, your dime. But I'm about to 
explode in my pants. So I think I'm going to take you 
up on your generous offer."

I didn't bother to undress. I was too excited. I 
unbuckled my belt and opened my pants and slid them and 
my underwear halfway down my thighs. I moved into 
position behind Gwen and when she felt me back there 
she tilted her pelvis to make it easier for me to 
locate her slit. There was no question of me taking my 
time and teasing her or drawing this out. I was on the 
verge of cumming in my pants when I pulled them down. I 
buried my cock inside of her hot, tight, clasping pussy 
in one fast stroke and I immediately started fucking 
her with all of the skill of a horny teenager getting 
his first fuck. 

My hard, rapid thrusts seemed to be driving more of 
Jeff's cock into her mouth and he was obviously 
enjoying that. But it didn't last long. I built to a 
very quick climax and flooded her surprisingly tight 
pussy with the fifth load of cum it had received this 
evening. 

After I came I remained inside of her and enjoyed the 
way her pussy felt on my cock. I was more than a little 
relieved to find that there was no difference between 
the way it felt now than the way it had felt this 
morning or a month ago. I had been a little worried 
when I saw the size of Jeff's monster cock.

Then I corrected myself. It was different. It was much 
wetter and it seemed more alive. She was actually an 
active participant for the first time. I felt her pussy 
grabbing me but it was more than that. I could sense 
her enjoyment. I was aware that she too was aroused for 
the first time. I knew that I was going to have a lot 
to think about after we left here tonight.

I finally let my cock slip out of her and I returned to 
teasing her with my hand. Despite our sexual activity 
earlier in the day I had just enjoyed a rather large 
orgasm thanks to all of the mental and visual 
stimulation of the last several hours. My own cum was 
now leaking out of her and I continued to catch it and 
massage it into her freshly shaved mound. She was 
obviously enjoying my attention and Jeff was the 
beneficiary of her rapidly rising libido.

She was beginning to suck on more of his cock than any 
woman had ever managed to take before and her right 
hand was now moving rapidly on his shaft. Her left hand 
was cupping his large, low hanging balls and she was 
gently caressing them as she worked her little heart 
out between his large thighs.

Jeff leaned back and closed his eyes and his hands 
began to caress her hair. He moaned and said, "Oh yeah 
baby. That's fantastic. You are definitely a cocksucker 
now sweetheart. Fuck yeah! That feels great! No bitch 
has ever been able to take that much of my cock before. 
Suck that thing!"

I glanced down at her and I couldn't believe it. She 
seemed to have almost half of Jeff's cock in her mouth! 
She was going to town on that thing. If I didn't know 
better I would swear that she was enjoying herself!

So I guess that I didn't know better because Jeff 
started cumming then and filling her mouth with cum and 
her thighs clamped down on my wrist. She was cumming as 
he filled her mouth with his cum! 

I continued to rub her clit with my slime covered 
fingers until she couldn't stand it anymore. Her body 
shook and she relaxed her thighs. She reached down and 
held my hand still over her pussy and waited for Jeff 
to relax his grip on the sides of her head. I didn't 
even realize at first that she hadn't gagged or choked 
when he came in her mouth this time.

Jeff finally unclenched his entire body and released 
Gwen. She pulled her head off of his cock and swallowed 
a couple of times. She clenched and unclenched her jaw 
and then she leaned down and gently covered his cock 
with kisses. It was so out of character for her that I 
was going to have to rethink Jerry's earlier theory 
about her sleeping beside a pod last night. How else 
could I explain this rapid change in her behavior?

She finally sat up and turned to look at me. She had a 
guilty look on her face, as if she had been caught 
doing something she wasn't supposed to do.

I smiled at her and asked, "What?"

She reached out and took my hand, my slime covered 
hand. She stared at it for a second and then she looked 
up and whispered, "I'm sorry Ken."

That was the first time she had ever called me Ken. 
From the time we started dating she had always called 
me Kenny, as if I were a little boy. I had tried for a 
long time to get her to call me Ken and she ignored 
every effort. I wondered now if the switch was 
conscious.

I asked her, "Sorry for what Gwen?"

I saw the tears start again and she said, "Oh god Ken! 
I'm sorry for everything. Please don't hate me."

I was confused by my own feelings now. I had thought 
for sure that the love was dead. But I was feeling 
something now. I wasn't yet sure what it was I was 
feeling though.

She looked back down at my hand and then she lifted it 
to her mouth and kissed my cum covered fingers. She 
looked at me again and repeated, "Please don't hate 
me."

I took her into my arms again and said, "I don't hate 
you Gwen. I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now, but 
I don't hate you."

Jerry had put his clothes back on and was sitting in a 
chair behind me. He chimed in, "This is the sexiest 
soap opera that I have ever seen."

Gwen actually chuckled quietly. 

I was impressed by the changes I was seeing in her 
after one traumatic night and day. The question was, 
what was she turning into? What would she be like 
tomorrow and the next day?"

Gwen slipped out of my arms again and once more she 
lifted my nasty hand and kissed it. Then she gave me a 
wry smile and said, "Excuse me sir. I still have one 
more blowjob to perform."

She crawled over to Corey on her hands and knees and 
asked, "Are you ready?"

He grinned and said, "Are you? Are you sure you 
wouldn't like to rest for a few minutes after sucking 
on Moby Dick?"

She smiled and said, "I'm being punished. It isn't 
supposed to be easy for me."

Corey spread his legs and said, "Have some more 
punishment darling."

Corey had the last hard cock in the room. It was 
getting late and Gwen's trials were almost over for the 
day. She leaned down and kissed his cock and then 
licked it as if she was actually starting to enjoy her 
work.

I watched her for a while. She was able to handle 
Corey's cock much more easily than Jeff's lethal 
weapon. She was no Linda Lovelace but she sucked down 
half of Corey's cock and using her mouth and her hand 
in a coordinated effort it wasn't long before she was 
swallowing another couple of tablespoons of nasty white 
slime. 

I hadn't planned to watch the entire blowjob. When she 
started I thought that I would watch for a couple of 
minutes and then go wash my hands. But I noticed the 
change in her and it was truly compelling. Maybe there 
was hope for her yet!

After she swallowed his cum she got up and she and I 
went to the bathroom together. Another first! She would 
never let anyone in the bathroom with her.

She used the toilet while I washed my hands and then 
she washed her hands and rinsed her face and rinsed out 
her mouth. I dried my hands and stood back and watched 
her. 

When she was finished she turned to me and looked at me 
with a questioning look on her face. She took a couple 
of steps and stopped in front of me. She held my hands 
in hers and said, "Don't give up on me Ken. Please 
don't. I'm trying to change for you. I couldn't stand 
it if you left me. I know I was a bitch and I don't 
deserve you. I know I deserved to be punished. But I 
couldn't stand it if you left me."

She started to pull back and go back into the other 
room but I held onto her hands and looked into her 
eyes. I leaned down and kissed her lips lightly and 
then I asked, "Are you really changing? Did you really 
change so much that you enjoyed sucking a man's cock in 
just one day?"

She blushed! For the first time in a couple of hours 
she blushed again. She had been blushing pretty much 
all day from the constant humiliation. Once the mini 
orgy had begun, helped along I suppose by the large 
margaritas, the blushing had eventually stopped. It had 
been replaced by the flush of orgasm several times. But 
the blushing had stopped.

She was embarrassed now because I had seen her enjoy 
sucking the cock of a strange man. For some reason I 
found that amusing.

We looked at each other a moment longer and I realized 
that we were both so busy trying to read the other that 
we didn't really know what we were thinking or feeling 
ourselves. I held onto her hand and we walked back out 
and rejoined the others. I looked around and spotted a 
clock on the VCR. It was almost nine o'clock. Gwen's 
three hours were up, and then some.

We didn't leave right away though. We didn't even 
dress. Jeff offered us drinks and since we had sobered 
up, Jerry and I had another beer. Gwen had a coke. She 
hadn't slept last night and now that the excitement was 
over she was nearly asleep on her feet. 

We sat around and talked for a little while longer and 
we found that we enjoyed each other's company. Jeff and 
Corey were both sophisticated, intelligent and funny 
men and a lot of fun to be around. 

I had pulled Gwen into my lap and I was holding her as 
we talked. She didn't seem self-conscious or 
uncomfortable at all now about being naked in a roomful 
of men. She even joined in the conversation a couple of 
times. It was probably my imagination but it seemed 
like even her voice was different, less strident, 
friendlier. It wasn't just me either. I saw Jerry 
looking at her several times as if to see if the woman 
in my lap was really Gwen.

We talked for another half hour or so and finally I 
helped Gwen up and said, "We had a ball, gentlemen. But 
we have to go."

They seemed genuinely disappointed. And not just 
because Gwen looked so damned good naked, though I'm 
sure that had something to do with it.

Jerry, Gwen and I got dressed and Jerry looked around 
and found all of his Playboy magazines. We headed for 
the door but Jeff said, "Hang on a minute."

We turned back to see what he wanted and he was smiling 
wryly and shaking his head. He said, "First of all, we 
really enjoyed your company and we would love to do 
this again. Well will be in town all week. If you 
decide you want a little more excitement give us a 
call. If you decide that this was too intense then we 
would enjoy taking you out to dinner again." 

He handed me his card and said, "Here is my cell 
number." 

I took his card and said, "To be perfectly honest I had 
a ball too. I would enjoy doing this again. We'll talk 
and I'll get back to you."

Jeff smiled and said, "Good. And we come back to town 
four to six times a year. If you decide this was 
something that you want to do again maybe you could 
give us your number and we could call you when we are 
coming to town and do it more often. We wouldn't stalk 
you. Just let you know when we are coming in case you 
are feeling like a little punishment is in order."

I was shocked when I heard Gwen behind me stifle a 
laugh.

I shook my head and said, "I am pretty sure we will be 
seeing you again very soon. Is that it?"

Jeff shook his head and said, "Ken, take it from me 
kid. You'll never make it as a pimp. The first rule is 
to get the money up front. The girl did the job she 
deserves the pay."

I had forgotten all about the money!

I laughed and said, "That's okay Jeff. We enjoyed it as 
much as you did. Keep your money."

Jeff smiled and said, "You are one fucked up pimp son. 
Take the money. Selling her ass was part of the 
punishment. It doesn't count if you don't take the 
money. It doesn't matter to us. We would have spent it 
in a strip joint and had a hell of a lot less fun this 
evening. And besides, the company will reimburse us."

I asked, "Isn't that dishonest?"

He laughed and said, "Maybe a little. But it's our 
company. We're only cheating ourselves."

He and Corey each counted out one thousand dollars and 
handed the money to me. I might have been more 
reluctant to take it if Gwen hadn't been emptying our 
bank account. We really did need the money. I explained 
that to them but he shook his head and said, "It 
doesn't matter. It's the first time I ever spent that 
much money for sex and got laid instead of screwed. You 
kids be careful on the way home."

Then he looked at me and Gwen and in a more serious 
voice he said, "I hope you make it."

We walked back over to our cars in the restaurant 
parking lot. When we got there I said, "I was going to 
invite you over for a while Jerry. But I'm exhausted. 
Why don't you come over tomorrow and watch the race?"

He almost said no without thinking. No one wanted to be 
in the house when Gwen was home. But he looked at Gwen 
and she said quietly, "I'd like it if you would come 
over Jerry."

Jerry and I looked at each other and smiled and he 
said, "I'd love to come over. Thank you."

A half hour later we were home and naked again. We 
hadn't talked on the way home. We both had a lot to 
think about.

We were both exhausted. Unlike Gwen I had slept pretty 
well last night. But there had been a lot of excitement 
today. Even so, I was feeling kind of grody and Gwen 
had just been on the receiving end of a gangbang. So 
for the first time in our lives we took a shower 
together. I liked it as much as I thought I would and 
Gwen was finding that all of a sudden she liked a lot 
of things that she wouldn't tolerate just one day ago. 
She seemed to be especially fond of my hands sliding 
over her soapy body. I enjoyed it too.

We dried off and started to get ready for bed. When we 
went back out into the bedroom she started to pull out 
a pair of pajamas. I put a quick stop to that. I said, 
"No Gwen. From now on I don't want you to wear any 
clothes in the house unless I tell you to put something 
on."

I had not expected her to argue. But neither did I 
expect her to smile and toss her pajamas in the trash 
can. That was exactly what she did though.

We went to bed and cuddled, something else she would 
rarely permit. Just before we drifted off to sleep she 
whispered, "I'm sorry sir. I'm sorry I was such a 
bitch. I know what you were doing today and I don't 
care. I still love you and I'm going to make you love 
me again."

I pulled her close and as I responded I realized that I 
meant what I said. "Gwen, when this day started I was 
furious with you and I was sure that I would never feel 
anything but animosity for you again. I wanted to hurt 
you the way you have hurt me over the years. I'm not 
sure when that changed. To be honest I am surprised to 
find that I care for you again. Not like before. Not 
the apparently unhealthy adoration I felt when we got 
married. But it begins to look like maybe we can work 
something out after all. But we aren't going back. And 
this other stuff, the sex, the "punishment", I enjoyed 
the hell out of that. There is going to be a lot more 
of that."

She lifted my hand off of her tit and brought it to her 
mouth and kissed it. Then, in a little slave girl voice 
she said, "Yes sir." And then, even more quietly she 
said, "I'm glad."

I kissed her neck and put my hand back on her tit. I 
said, "You better get some sleep. You are going to have 
a hard day tomorrow. You are going to have a lot of 
hard days."

She whispered, "I love you," and then after a pause she 
asked, "Do you suppose Jeff and Corey are racing fans?"

The End

To that small group of disturbed people who have 
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank 
you. Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com

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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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