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Subject: Husband part 7
From: jimcougar@earthlink.com (Jim)
Date: 1997/01/29
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From: alcibade@unix.tpe.com
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Subject: Repost by Request: Husband 7
Date: 15 Apr 1995 13:06:39 -0400
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HUSBAND Part 7
by
Alcibade
Peter and I, still holding hands, stopped in front of Charles.
The room was quiet. I felt slightly dizzy from the saki and the
smell of cigar smoke. My stomach was turning somersaults now; fear
and anticipation combining to undermine my self-control and my
composure. Peter's hand was sweaty in mine.
"You are both so nervous, and you needn't be. I understand
you are fearful for what will come," Charles said slowly and softly
to us. "Since submission is a state of mind as well as action, it
is important to prepare one's psyche so that the body responds in
kind."
Louder now, and to the whole group: "Peter and Linda, this
beautiful married couple you see standing in front of you, are my
little fuck toys. Linda, with her long black hair, her petite and
almost child-like body, and her emerald eyes, never previously
unfaithful to her loving Peter, has of late been a little slut for
me." Looking at me now. "How many times, Linda? How many times
have I fucked that honeyed little slit between your legs?"
My god! I couldn't believe it. I could feel my cheeks burn
crimson. I'd never felt so embarrassed, so humiliated before in my
life. I stared at the floor, unable to move or speak....
"HOW MANY TIMES?" Charles' voice exploded in my head.
"I...I don't know. 10, maybe 12 times I guess.." I stammered,
my tongue thick and dry.
"Yes. That's better. And that's about right. On several of
those occasions, I fucked her in front of her husband. Were you
all aware how sweet it is to fuck another man's wife in front of
him? There is a purity in so debasing the husband, which cannot be
matched in any other way; the sweet, tight little cunt clinging to
your cock for all its worth, creamy and warm, "his" cunt, "his"
hole and refuge. And as you fuck her, as you pump your iron-hard
cock up into her belly, you know he knows.... He knows every
lovely sensation because he's been there, and because (and here is
the deep secret of his pleasure and, therefore, your own) he has
debased the alter of her cunt HIMSELF, and knows firsthand the
lascivious thoughts within your soul as you use his woman..."
Charles suddenly sat up, and slid his hand up the side of my
thigh under my skirt. He leaned forward with a conspiratorial look
in his eyes and spoke to the other men in the room.
"And you know what? I fucked Linda's little husband. Yes,
indeed. I fucked his tight ass raw, right in front of her. She
even helped me," he said, winking. I sensed Peter stiffen beside me.
Charles continued his monologue, groping my ass, the movements
of his hand obviously visible under my skirt to those sitting
behind me. "She took great pleasure in it, too. Just loved the
idea of her masculine husband being butt-fucked and used like a
little girl. Were you aware, Peter, that Linda really got off
watching me fuck you?"
"Yes," Peter said, softly.
"Yes, you WERE aware of it! And what was it you said after we
finished, Linda? 'Every woman's husband should have his rectum
filled with cum at least once?' or something like that? I'm not
sure I agree with you, but I'm sure Peter's little asshole
appreciated it as much as yours did. That's right, my friends,
I've used every available hole of Peter's beautiful wife several
times, haven't I, my little semen receptacle?" Charles asked me,
suddenly pressing the flared end of the dildo further into my
distended ass. I went up on my tiptoes, involuntarily, then slowly
settled down. I nodded, avoiding his gaze.
"So demure, yet so much the slut, yes? Wouldn't you agree
that your wife is quite the fuck-toy, Peter?"
Peter nodded.
"Say it!" Charles said firmly.
Hesitatingly, "My wife enjoys being used as a fuck-toy."
"Yes, I know. It's the damndest thing, isn't it Peter? You
pledge your life and sacred fortune to a beautiful girl who
requites that love, who is filled with life and love for only you,
whose shyness and innocence disarms every suspicious bone in your
body, only to watch that sweet little mouth you've kissed with
tender love all these years, wrapped around another man's hard
dick, sucking for all its worth.... Don't you just hate it? Don't
you just love it? Isn't it just the most goddamned, inexplicably
erotic thing you've ever experienced?"
"And as she sucks that pole, don't you just want to get up
ever so close, to see every little nuance as the ruby lips dilate
themselves and ride up and down its slick length? You can almost
taste it yourself, can't you, Peter? And god knows, you sure as
hell know how it feels to have those lips hard at work, am I right?
You know just EXACTLY what he's feeling as your wife sucks him,
don't you? Because in your mind, you're the one sucking him. You
imagine yourself the woman, your wife, submitting to this big old
masculine man, sucking cock, fellating him like only a GIRL would
be caught doing..... "
"And the shame, the humiliation, rises up your spine like fire
because you can also, in your minds eye, imagine yourself in the
man's position, watching another man's wife suck your cock as the
husband gazes on, knowing the power you wield as you fuck her mouth
in front of him, humiliating him and dominating him through his
woman. And as you masturbate like a madman and watch your wife
swallow this stranger's sperm, your orgasm explodes at the very
moment you realize that YOU are the one dominated and humiliated....."
As he spoke, Charles had been manipulating the end of the
dildo in my ass with his fingers, the chains giving him some
leeway. I had closed my eyes and fought the sensations in my
groin, as well as the melody of his beautiful voice as he spoke,
but I lost the battle. I could feel my cunt lubricating, and I
nearly forgot the small fact that we stood before an attentive
audience of strangers.
Charles suddenly withdrew his hand and stood up. He nodded
his head toward the boy, Akira, then spoke to bulldog.
"With your permission?"
"Of course," bulldog replied with a smile. "Akira, you will
do as you are told," he said to his boy.
Charles nodded, then said to Akira, "Come here, son. Don't be
afraid."
The boy looked at his father for a moment, then sheepishly
stood and walked toward us. He was a large boy, heavyset and thick
in the shoulders and neck. He was not a handsome child, but then
neither was his father... As he stopped before Charles, he glanced
furtively at Peter and I from the corner of his eye.
"So, Akira. It seems to me from the bulge in your trousers
that you find this caucasian couple attractive," Charles said with
a grin. "Do you like them both, or do you fancy one over the
other?" Akira looked at me briefly, then back at Charles.
"She's beautiful," Akira said.
"Yes, isn't she, though? With her long black hair and petite
frame, there is even a hint of the oriental about her, yes? Tell
me, do you often fantasize about American women when you masturbate?"
Akira shrugged nervously. Charles laughed, then suddenly
grabbed the back of my head with his right hand, turning it
slightly toward the boy.
"Do you like her pouty, rouged lips, Akira? You may touch
them...."
Slowly, hesitatingly, the boy's left hand rose to my lips.
His finger pressed to the center, traced a circle, found the center
again, then penetrated. I opened my mouth to the salty digit, but
he quickly withdrew it and put his hand to his side.
"Shyness simply won't do, my boy. Tell me, does it make your
virgin cock hard to know that this American woman, this adult, is
your plaything? That she will do exactly as she is told?" Charles
asked Akira.
The boy smiled, then nodded, his eyes following the curve of
my neck and resting on my breasts.
"Ah, yes. Feel free, Akira. Do as you wish..."
The young boy looked at Charles, then at Peter, then suddenly
placed his palm on my left breast. He squeezed it roughly, then
twisted the nipple. It hurt and I grimaced, but kept myself from
instinctively pulling away. Akira quickly removed his hand, a
little flash of fear on his face. I heard Charles laugh again.
"She may be here to be used, but never forget that she is a
living, breathing human being, Akira, with feelings and emotions,
and with blood pumping through her veins...." Charles cautioned
him. "If you hurt her, she will feel the pain and will react.
Always keep that in mind when you use another person's body,
whether your lover or a stranger... You must be come to be
judicious and compassionate as you dole out pain and humiliation.
And although they love the punishment, they will also come to love
your power because it is bequeathed with an austere sincerity that
knows and respects the fact that there are limits."
I heard bulldog cough. All eyes turned toward him.
"Yes, my son, Charles is right. Remember that there are
limits. But they are limits that we impose on ourselves. We do so
for reasons that are intrinsic to our personal agenda, not because
of any externally "valid" morality. If they know that there are no
limits, they will love you even more for choosing to impose and
abide by your own. But never let them know what those limits are,
for if they know your limits, they will lose their sense of fear
and therefore their respect..."
"Just so," Charles said. "Peter, let's you and I have a seat
and observe Akira's little tryst with your wife. Akira, she's all
yours." As Peter and Charles sat down, Akira looked about the room
as if to seek sanctuary from the many eyes upon us. A light came
on which seemed to center on the two of us and made the rest of the
room recede into darkness.
The boy turned to me, put his hands on my shoulders, and
forced me to my knees in front of him. He undid the buckle on his
pants and unzipped his zipper. He took hold of my hair from the
back of my head and pulled me toward his groin, rubbing my nose in
his crotch, his hard-on pressing into my face through his underwear
and the opening of his pants. He released his painful grip and
placed his hands on his hips, thrusting them forward.
Okay, I thought. My husband, Charles, the men looking on, and
this boy wanted a blow job. By god, I'll give them one that no-one
here will soon forget....
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