Chapter 23

But once the subject was broached, we moved right to action. Frieda -- being Frieda -- took great delight in beckoning me forward to her obscenely splayed crotch as she draped her legs over the arms of Oliver's office chair. Oliver, wielding that little whip for emphasis, made it clear that I needed to do my best -- but Jack added a carrot to the stick by telling me that Frieda was obligated to return the favor.

It, well, it really wasn't bad. Frieda's pussy is almost hairless; she just has some blonde down -- nothing coarse at all -- so that wasn't an issue. I loved having my pussy sucked, so I really had no excuse, anyway -- and the taste wasn't bad. Frieda was vocal and she bounced and thrashed, but she didn't grab my head and mash me into her pussy -- something I'd done with Ollie a few times -- for which I was grateful. Having her react like that brought a certain sense of accomplishment, too, that was somewhat akin to what I got from the approval of a guy when I gave a good blowjob or a good fuck, way back when... Maybe Oliver was right; maybe I could substitute this for guy action, sometimes. What I feared was what Oliver would say or do if it became apparent that I still needed more than one guy...

Frieda's first orgasm was entertaining, really! She undulated in the chair and wailed "OooooOOOOHHHH!!!! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT" and her pussy got really juicy -- I had to hold her little butt in place so I could keep licking, and I knew that working her clitty while she was in the sensitive aftermath was driving her nuts, but I was feeling a little sadistic and enjoying feeling her jump at the touch of my lips and tongue. The men got a chuckle out of it, which warmed me, too.

Then Oliver knelt behind me and began supervising and directing -- and seeing to MY arousal... "Feel free to masturbate -- in fact, I insist," he breathed in my ear. I'd never masturbated in his presence -- well, a few times when he was sound asleep in the dark under the covers -- but never in his sight... It was... racy -- embarrassing, but I tingled all over at the idea. Then he started rubbing that vibrator along the crack of my ass and down underneath to my vulva...

I had a vibrator -- an old-school, hard-shell type. This one was jiggly and had bumps and ridges and I was in no position to see it, but I knew it had to be a representation of a big, fat, gnarly cock! There was such a difference in the feel of it as he rubbed it along my ass and my open gash -- my pussy lips popped open the moment my fingers touched my clitty, so the thing slid right along my groove. My attention drifted from what my mouth was doing to what my hands and his were doing until something drew a line down my back and Oliver admonished me, "Pay attention to your work!" -- and I realized that it was probably that whip! I went back at Frieda, but it was so hard to concentrate... Oliver started pressing and rubbing the bulbous head of that fat rubber cock against my opening and the vibrations seemed to go everywhere -- along my labia to my clitty, which rang like a gong, and across my belly and up to my chest, making my nipples buzz. I started mindlessly sucking Frieda's clitty and she howled and thrashed and held my head and gushed all over my chin and neck, then collapsed, pulling my head forward onto her belly, panting, "No more..."

My vagina dilated, and Oliver wormed the vibrator inside until the bulbous head was seated, then worked it back and forth -- and I felt an orgasm coming. It would be a hard one -- a hammering flash of my raw nerves, not the same kind of thing I got with a cock in me. My nerves were in overdrive, and my pussy reminded me as an undercurrent to the jagged pleasure that I'd been used hard several times already tonight. Oliver removed the vibrator from my vaginal opening and drew it back along my tingling ass, then slid it forward to touch my fingers working at my clitty, imparting its vibration to them.

I saw stars! If I hadn't been kneeling, I'd have fallen. The orgasm was every bit as intense as I'd expected it to be, and I convulsed and hunched and moaned into Frieda's belly while she caressed my face and hair.

Oliver was every bit as sadistic as I had been -- if not more so! The vibrator's mechanical attack was unrelenting; I couldn't escape it as Oliver manipulated it, moving it here and there and presenting new sensations all over the now raw nerves of my sensitive pussy. I never really got to recover; I went from the aftermath of the first orgasm straight into a second... I began to beg and plead for release from the torment, the agony of pleasure. My stomach and thighs clenched and rippled and I began to feel exhaustion from the sensory overload. Oliver didn't let up; he kept teasing my pussy, causing it to tense and flutter.

I heard a new voice as I babbled and pled for release, and recognized Beth, standing there; I couldn't focus on her, so I had no idea why she was there -- except maybe to add to my humiliation and embarrassment. Another orgasm arrived, unannounced -- then suddenly, something slid into my ass! My ass clutched the intruder, my pussy clamped down and I screamed into a hand that was suddenly there, over my mouth...

And I passed out, overloaded.

When I awakened, I could barely move; it felt as though I had cramps in every muscle. I was lying on the rug; Oliver was there, next to me, his hand idly rubbing my belly and one of my jugs, occasionally pinching a nipple gently. I opened my eyes and groaned and he said, "You're awake. Good." Then he stood and unceremoniously dropped his pants, exposing his cock, which was at full extension and pulsing, bouncing up and down with his pulse. He seated himself in his office chair and picked up the whip, poking me with it. "Get up. Service me."

Never in twenty-five years had he used that tone with me. I was shocked and scared -- and titillated. The whip flicked over me again, not quite a strike. "Now!" he demanded. I rolled up on shaky legs and crawled to him and he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face to his cock. "Do it right!" I opened my mouth and he dragged my head into his lap, poking his cock deep into my open mouth.

I resurrected my one-time skill at deep throat. I had no choice; he would settle for nothing less! I had to remember how to take a cock deeply like that, and he didn't give me time to do so -- on the very first stroke, his glans poked my tonsils. Oliver made demands -- and accepted no excuses. This wasn't gentle Ollie, the man I'd trained to do nice things to me. This wasn't the sophisticated intellectual I'd married. This was a new person -- and uncompromising individual who put me through my paces with no concern at all over my feelings or pleasure. I felt that whip on my back three times in the next couple of minutes, two gently and one fierce stroke when I let my teeth drag along his shaft. "You KNOW better!" he snapped, and my mouth opened in an 'O' of shock and he shoved his glans in my throat even as I did so!

What did I do? I got serious about it! I gave my very best blowjob! I gave him things I'd never even offered before, and pretended I was incapable of or sickened and repelled by. I swallowed around his cock as he buried it in my throat and I made love to his glans and his shaft with my lips and my tongue and I fondled his balls gently with my fingers and gently stroked his perineum -- and when he erupted in my mouth I swallowed his fluids greedily!

And he spurned me, of course. When I'd sucked him clean of every drop of his semen, he pushed me away. "That's what you're capable of," he grated, "and I've been shortchanged." He got up and reached for his pants, then stood there, looking at them -- and I could almost see his thought process as he looked up as though assessing the collection of women in the house. Then he tossed them at me. "Carry those." He went to the door and turned back to look at me, then pointed at a spot behind him and to his right. "Right there." I got up and hurried over there. When I was in position, he pointed at the whip he'd left by the chair. "Go get that."

I waddled my big ass over there and got the thing and hurried back. Oliver took it in one hand and put his hand on my chest and pushed me against the wall beside the door; the light switch poked my back, but my attention was DEFINITELY elsewhere. He leaned in and the look on his face was one I'd seldom seen at all, never mind directed at me -- he was seriously angry. "You've withheld yourself from me. I've never seen you express your pleasure properly and you've denied me the pleasures of your body -- things you've given to others. I'm angry about that -- make no mistake -- and I'm likely to STAY angry for, oh, the NEXT twenty five years, maybe?" He waved the whip in my face, close enough that the little tip thing created a draft under my nose and my eyes crossed to look at it. "You'd better behave yourself PERFECTLY and deny me NOTHING or I will use this on you until your brain short-circuits and you start getting pleasure from it!"

His eyes bored into mine and he waited for several seconds, then pain exploded along the inside of my left jug as he flicked the whip against it. "Do you plan to acknowledge me?"

"Yes, Master!" I blurted. Thank God I remembered to call him 'Master'!

"Follow me." Oliver headed down the hall to the stair and up the stairs to the bathroom. At the door, he turned back and looked at me. "Did anyone ever use you as a urinal?"

I blinked, rocked. "N-no..."

"So that would be new, right?"

"Y-yes..."

He grinned evilly. "Don't tempt me." I realized that it might have been smarter to say yes... If Oliver wanted to push the edge of my envelope bad enough, I was in for an experience I probably wouldn't like. As it was, I stood in the door watching him urinate and thinking about it, which may have been the purpose of the exercise. I really hadn't made a habit of watching Oliver urinate; it was a learning experience, of a sort.

Oliver finished and moved on to his bedtime rituals and I couldn't have been happier -- I was EXHAUSTED! I took care of mine once he was in bed. There were sounds -- sex sounds -- coming from Beth's room -- and unlike the night before I only wondered vaguely who Jack had with him besides Beth. I was sated. I got into bed and snuggled up to Oliver and he opened one eye and said "Naked," so I got out of bed and removed my nightgown and got back in and cuddled up again, and he said, "Better." That was it. Usually, I listen to him snore for a bit before falling off, but I think I went straight out.

And I slept like a baby.

I amazed myself. Vera amazed me first, however. First, there was the whole incident at that restaurant/bar with Major Howard and the two unknown males. The Major was my fault -- or Jack's -- or both of us. And having him sex Vera was DEFINITELY my fault; I was distracted by lust for my own daughter and irritated with Vera in general and excuses wouldn't be difficult to come by. When Frieda and Tara announced that Vera 'wasn't done' however, that was a surprise; I'd never known Vera not to be 'done' -- or perhaps as 'done' as she was going to get, anyway -- before that night. Clearly, however, she was agitated -- I'd never seen her even masturbate, and there she was blindly trying to fist herself! I, of course, was unable to help, having just poured a cataclysmic orgasm into my own daughter's mouth. I was confused and rattled and distracted by guilt at the unholy joy I'd gotten from performing an absolutely forbidden act with Beth -- Jack's protestations that the whole incest issue was irrelevant aside, my personal beliefs had yet to be rearranged and THEY said I'd done something forbidden! Having the two strangers scratch Vera's itch seemed to make sense at the time, but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered just where that itch had come from! It certainly hadn't been a feature of her sex with me!

Vera's revelations in the van on the way to Tara's were shocking and left me upset, disturbed. At the time I was numb from the shock and couldn't describe how I felt beyond that. My wife of twenty-five years, the mother of my children, the woman who introduced me to sex LIED about her preferences and concealed the breadth and depth of her sexual experience from me! All through our marriage, I'd played by her rules, lived within her sexual limitations -- and in reality, those limitations did not exist, except as a means of controlling me! I couldn't get a grip on the depths of the betrayal, but already when Jack invited me to assist in his inspection of Keisha I got a perverse pleasure out of tweaking Vera's nose that had its basis in resentment.

When we got home, I could contain myself no longer, despite Jack's obvious preference in the matter. I had to deal with the situation; in particular, I had to see if Vera was going to lie to my face if directly confronted!

I honestly do not know what I would have done if she had knelt there and lied to me; it was bad enough that she even considered it -- and she did. Her concern over who might have outed her was also... irritating. I think she was surprised that the events of the evening were not an issue -- but I carried too much of the burden of guilt for them to hold her liable...

The urgent question was, "what have I been missing?" For twenty-five years, Vera and I had engaged in rather pedestrian, vanilla sex -- and now I knew that our whole reason for never doing anything exciting or adventurous was to keep Vera on a sexual diet bland enough to keep her from showing me her true colors! During the peak of my sexual prowess, I'd lived in a little box bounded by her reported squicks and preferences -- and her entire close-minded, hung up attitude had been an ACT! I'd been ROBBED!

It became a matter of some urgency with me that Vera reveal the full breadth and depth of her slutty side. I had to know what she was really like when she let herself go and enjoyed herself to the fullest. Arguably, this was morbid curiosity -- especially if, as Jack pointed out to me, she was only capable of attaining her highest peaks (or sinking to her lowest depths, if you tended to view it in that manner) in the presence of several males. It didn't matter; I was prepared to deal with it, in the near term, at least. Both Major Howard and Jack assured me that my sexual performance could be improved to a level that would support Vera and possibly several other women, one on one. If that were the case and Vera STILL required multiple penetrations, at least the pain of cuckoldry would be offset by the knowledge that it wasn't a functional issue on my part.

The questions I asked resulted in sometimes disappointing answers; the question regarding anal sex, for instance. Even Vera expressed sadness that she could not offer me the first use of her anus.

In the meantime, Jack presented another option. While there were no guarantees, Vera's possible requirement for a number of lovers exceeding one might be dealt with by other women, after the Sapphic manner. This seemed a worthy experiment -- and fully justified -- so I decided to make use of Frieda.

This went well; apparently Vera had no reservations about delivering cunnilingus -- but then, the REAL Vera apparently had few reservations of ANY type!

But Frieda never got to reciprocate. One of my helpers -- Frieda? -- produced a vibrator. I'm pretty sure it was Frieda, because Jack had no reason to possess a pink jelly vibrator in the shape of a penis, even though he was the one to hand it to me. As Jack said when he offered it, "This thing lasts forever, you know..." It lasted plenty long enough to reduce Vera to a quivering mass of over-sensitized nerve endings -- and I got a sadistic kick out of driving her right to the wall with it! But the coup de grace was a finger, covered in lubricant thoughtfully provided by Beth at Jack's request, inserted in Vera's rectum while she was already in the throes of an orgasm. I had never, EVER caused her to faint from pleasure until that moment... or even come close!

Jack and Frieda left while Vera was still unconscious -- but Jack left with a final recommendation. And since he'd been right, again and again, I gave it due consideration and decided it had merit. Quite simply, when Vera awakened, I decided to use her as a 'fuck toy' -- without regard for her pleasure.

She wasn't out long -- maybe a couple of minutes. I enjoyed myself exploring her belly and breasts, occasionally pinching a nipple. When her eyes opened, I said, "You're awake. Good." And then I cleared the decks for action by getting out of my trousers and seating myself in my chair. Since she was still loafing on the rug when I had finished my preparations, I picked up the riding crop and poked her with it and gave her her instructions: "Get up. Service me."

The look on her face was priceless; I was tempted to smile, but something else made it easy for me to avoid it -- irritation. I was reminded that the possibility of our doing this kind of thing had been there all along -- and it had been withheld from me. Irritation and impatience led me to flick at her again with the riding crop and add, "Now!" When she crawled to me, those same emotions caused me to grab a handful of her hair and use it to impale her mouth with my erection!

I don't know where it came from, but I was consumed with a desire to use her cruelly -- and I gave in to it, forcing her to take my penis to choking depth while insisting that she 'do it right!' It came to me that if she had sucked the number of cocks that she claimed, deep throat had to be a part of her repertoire -- and she owed ME nothing less! I abused her and I demanded a proper performance and would accept nothing less -- and enforced my requirements with the riding crop on a couple of occasions. And Vera delivered that performance, with only a couple of minor tuning flicks of the crop! In a word, her effort at fellatio was superlative; I enjoyed it as I have enjoyed few things sexual.

It also made me violently angry! Vera could have done this for me on any given day at virtually any point in our relationship -- and she had chosen not to. I knew her reasons, and I understood why she considered them sufficient -- but I did NOT and forgiveness was not in me! Not then; not that night.

So when she finished the most amazing sex act we had ever participated in, I thrust her from me, rasping, "That's what you're capable of -- and I've been shortchanged." I got up and collected my trousers and thought to put them on -- but then it occurred to me that every adult woman in the house was a concubine, and if they hadn't seen a man's reproductive organs by now, they were in for a rude awakening in short order! I tossed them at Vera, snarling, "Carry those!" and headed for the door. When I got there, though, it occurred to me that I was not training my worthless slut of a concubine properly -- so I turned and instructed her in where she should walk to heel me, like a bitch dog. When she'd arranged herself, I suddenly realized that I was missing my training instrument, so I sent her back for the riding crop.

Theoretically, I shouldn't have been able to fault the alacrity with which she fetched the crop -- but I was irrationally angry, so it just didn't matter that she'd moved her wide ass pretty rapidly there and back! When she returned, I slammed her against the wall and lectured her on her failures and shortcomings!

"You've withheld yourself from me. I've never seen you express your pleasure properly and you've denied me the pleasures of your body -- things you've given to others. I'm angry about that -- make no mistake -- and I'm likely to STAY angry for, oh, the NEXT twenty five years, maybe?" I waved the crop in her face, knowing that she feared it; her face was comical as her eyes crossed to track it, but I was in no mood for laughter! "You'd better behave yourself PERFECTLY and deny me NOTHING or I will use this on you until your brain short-circuits and you start getting pleasure from it!" I threatened.

She stared at me, frozen, for several seconds, but said nothing -- and I expected a response, so when I didn't get it I used the crop on her, smacking the inner surface of her left breast. The strike wasn't going to even leave a mark, but it hurt and it crystallized her attention. "Do you plan to acknowledge me?" I grated.

"Yes, Master!" Vera fell all over herself to get it out! THAT pleased me -- having her finally evince the proper fear and respect... I had her heel me up the stairs and turned to the bathroom. At the door, a thought occurred to me; she was a slut, was she not? "Did anyone ever use you as a urinal?" I asked.

She blinked, clearly surprised. "N-no..."

I was almost as surprised that she hadn't, but her expression was genuine. "So that would be new, right?"

"Y-yes..."

I deliberately produced an evil grin. "Don't tempt me."

She watched me urinate; I could tell she was tasting it in her mind. I got a kick out of it.

It was bedtime, and I'd accomplished everything I could expect to, so I went ahead and brushed my teeth and flossed and made my other preparations, then released Vera to make hers. Jack was sexing someone in Beth's room; well, he only had four candidates... I'd had plenty that night, anyway. I got into bed.

Vera came in a few minutes later and got in bed wearing a nightgown. That was unacceptable. I opened one eye and said, "Naked." Vera didn't argue; she took the damned thing off and got back into bed. When I felt her bare breasts against my back, I vouchsafed another word: "Better." After that, I went to sleep. I would likely need my strength in the morning...

By the time Beth and I left her parents in the study, I was well-primed and ready. Frieda had apparently gone and taken up residence in the room that had once belonged to Beth's brother Travis, but my two newest concubines were wandering around in the hallway outside the room where the children were quartered, wondering what they should be doing. I collected them and the four of us entered Beth's room -- but we were a ways yet from settling down for the night!

First, I had all three of them undress and I circled them, enjoying their bodies with my hands. Beth welcomed my touch and Tara was ecstatic -- but Keisha was nervous. Well, she wasn't going to need to become aroused on this particular night...

There was a bench before Beth's dresser; I waved Keisha onto it and said, "Relax." Then I collected Beth in my arms and spread her on the bed and entered her almost immediately -- and rode her until she was exhausted and had thrown four orgasms before making a semen delivery.

Tara thought I was done, but I disabused her of that notion. I racked her knees up to her shoulders and proceeded to give a command performance that probably lasted a half-hour and had Tara keening in ecstasy multiple times. Almost as entertaining was watching Keisha; she was bug-eyed before I was halfway done!

When I finished with Tara, I WAS tired, so I sent Keisha off for a washrag and a towel. Neither Tara nor Beth was in any condition to do much; Tara was wasted and Beth was asleep. When Keisha returned, I had her clean me off; it was an opportunity for her to get familiar with the weapon that would take her cherry. She was reverent and careful -- and surprised when the hard, thick probe I'd used to bring two women to submission in succession softened and shrank. "I didn't plan to get wild tonight," I confessed softly, "But Beth's parents keep pushing the edge of the envelope..."

"Do you gen'ly do two, three women a night like this?" Keisha asked.

I thought about it. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"Jeezus!"

"Well, you wouldn't want to have to do without, would you?" I chuckled.

"After listenin' to them?" Keisha retorted, "Hell no!"

"We'll start easy, I promise. I just got a little carried away tonight." I muttered.

"So did I!" Tara crooned. "To Heaven!"

"Yeah, well..." She embarrassed me. "Time for bed. Roll over, Keisha." The teen turned her back to me and I pressed up against her, pushing my flaccid cock against the crack of her ass and reaching around to collect a handful of one of her huge titties. Tara crushed herself against my back, but, "Get the light, Tara," I directed. I was asleep before she returned to the bed.