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Subject: {ASSM} Two Lovely Black Eyes (F/M, F/F/M, Humil. Cuckold)
Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2003 07:10:06 -0400
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Two Lovely Black Eyes (F/M, F/F/M, Humil. Cuckold)
By cowgirl & Cate Murray

A rude woman driver flips off a husband and wife in along the road,
and the couple decide to teach her a lesson!


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Special thanks to my good friend Cate Murray, whom co-wrote, and made
this story 100% BETTER -- let 'lone correcting my poopy spelling!
Thanks Cate!!!! :-)

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"That little bitch back there's riding my ass?

Why wont she let up?" I shouted at my husband who shrank in the
passenger's seat.

The  woman had now pulled up alongside, then slowed down  and glared
in at us.

"John, DO something!" I panicked.
 
"Well, Erin, she WAS tailgating, but you're in the fast lane and going
forty" my husband tried lamely.

"You're on *her* side now? Great!" I muttered as I pulled up alongside
the mini van. The driver was a little bottle blonde bitch in her
twenties, wearing sunglasses, and, get this, flipping ME off!!

"John, she did it, but she's flipping US off? What the fuck?" 

" You're right, now I'm pissed too! She's riding our ass like a
fucking bull elephant, then she has the GALL to do this?" he spat, and
I sighed,  relieved he'd finally grown a pair!

" John, do something. Flip her back."

 "I dunno. this could escalate, couldn't it? Road rage and all?"
 "What road rage? She's a middle class bimbo in a Mini van, you think
she's packing or something? For God's sake do I always gotta..."

I sighed and flipped a 'birdie' back to her as she scowled fiercely at
us, then suddenly pulled off the freeway.

"Did you see that? Now she's pissed." 

"Oooohhh scarey. She's a woman John, okay? Afraid she'll yell at you
and your dick'll shrivel up?" I said, catching his crestfallen look. 
John wasn't the most macho of men anyway, that's why I married him,
but I had to be careful not to say too much.  I'd been in a lesbian
relationship before this, and John feared the main reason I picked him
was he looked so much like my ex- lover Patty. He'd discovered her
photo one day and was upset --

"She looks like ME!

"Not really. you just have thin bones. Your butt is more shapely
actually. " I smirked playfully. He pouted, and looked so cute doing
it.

"Guys aren't supposed to HAVE round butts." 

"Oh relax, I like guys that look like you. Soft skin, blonde, angelic
really."

 He forced a smile, but I knew it gnawed at him. Like being mistaken
for a girl when he wore long hair, which ALWAYS happened when we went
out, before he grew a beard because that made him so mad! When I
insisted he shave it off or I couldn't touch him, he was mad as a
hornet, but complied. I loved women, sure, and truth be told, I'm
probably more of a lesbian than anything else, but I missed a man, and
decided to split the difference.

I encouraged John's feminine appearance in subtle ways, and rewarded
him in bed. But I did want him to take charge in the world outside the
bedroom, which he was a complete failure at! My old girlfriend Patty
was more a man than pouty little Johny-boy!!!

John wasn't as good a lover as Patty's was, by a long shot,  and she
had a more butch side I was trying to cultivate in John that wasn't
sprouting as I hoped. She also had a terrific strap on which reached
my G-spot,  and really stretched my inner clitoris, which poor John's
penis just couldn't seem to reach.

As we followed the Mini van down the street, we were both surprised to
see it pull into OUR apartment complex, then into the driveway of the
apartment across from us. Both John and I exchanged a stunned look as
we carefully followed her in, keeping a good distance behind.
 
"Look Erin, the little snot lives here. She our fucking neighbor!" He
whispered angrily.

 I got so turned on when John arched up on his hind legs like this. It
was so "Patty-like'. "Yeah, what'll we do?" I said, ducking down,
egging him further.

" Well, I think I'll...uh ..go over there and tell her off!" John
said, his face desperate for me to stop him.

" Oooh John, would you? Really? I'd feel so protected if you would." I
cooed. He sat up straight, swallowing his fear, then opened the car
door as the blonde bitch in sunglasses started into her apartment.. I
hurried into the house, then spied out the back kitchen window, pissed
as I saw John standing there, by her car, hedging and doing nothing.
He checked at his watch, waited three more minutes, then came
strutting in. I was shaking I was so angry!!!

" What happened?"

 
" Told the bitch off." 

" You did? " 

" Yup. What's for dinner?"

"Forget Dinner. For what you did, you get a reward! " I beamed as I
led him up stairs. It took all my self-restraint not to strangle his
wimpy ass right then and there, as I dragged him onto the bed and
stripped him nude, then started pumping his modest cock in my hand.

 "Erin, slow down" He smiled. 

"Oh John, seeing you like that, what you did" I said huskily, then
looked down at his penis, pausing, keeping him in suspense.   I could
feel my excitement building.

" Erin, what is it? "
 
" Oh, nothing. "
 
" No, what? "
 
"Well, you know how you always said if there was anything I wanted,
sexually speaking? You know fantasies, what have you?"

" Yeah? " 

" Well, don't take this the wrong way, but it's just..." 

" Erin, WHAT??? "

" Well, Patty used to..." 

" Not *her* again. Jesus Erin, you know I can't compete with her. Just
thinking about her, knowing your past with your lesbian lover, it
drives me NUTS, okay? "
" Look, if you really care about me, then you'll wear THIS!" I barked,
digging into the back of my drawer and throwing the strap-on Patty
used to use, which I'd kept hidden all this time. John looked at the
black cock which dwarfed his own, totally stunned.

" No!"

" What did you say? "

" You heard me. It's a fucking rejection of 'me' to ask me wear this,
Erin, a rejection of my damned penis. and it's pretty lame for you to
even ASK! "

" John, you ARE a selfish little prick. Now put it on or..."

" Or what? " 

"Or I'll go talk go tattle to that little blonde bitch that my
limp-dicked hubby makes a better girlfriend that a husband, since he
lacks the balls to knock on the FUCKING DOOR!"

"Whaat...?"

"That right, I saw you,  worm. " 

He looked like he wanted to cry, but ten seconds later he was all
gussied up and working away on me like a good little girly-boy. God
how I'd missed that thing, and I noticed how John's little wee-wee was
kinda stiff as it smooched against the back of the strap on, so maybe
he got a little something out of it too. I Know he dribbled some cum,
so who knows. Not a gusher, but he never did spout much. Frankly my
lover, Patty spouted more vaginal  nectar, in orgasm,  than anything
John managed.

After that, I insisted on the strap-on every night to punish John, and
was really half disappointed, and, at the same time,  half excited, he
didn't fight me. But this wasn't enough, I was still pissed, both at
our dumb bitch of a neighbor and at John for crapping out on me. So
when he was at work next day, and I couldn't stick it any longer I
went over before dinner to tell her off. Somebody had to.

John walked in the door, into the kitchen where I was making dinner,
then froze.

" Jesus Erin, what happened to your eye? "

 " Shut the fuck up, okay John?" 

"You went to see her, didn't you? Oh man, oh man...now what?" 
"Golly dear, don't you, like, ever think of standing up for your
fucking WIFE for God's sake? " I swore as I stirred the stew, ashamed
of the bruising I'd received, and the childish light it cast me in.

"Aren't you gonna ask if f I'm okay?" I pouted, my pride as purple and
battered as my eye, which I kept fondling, like a prize.

 I had spent the last half hour trying to lessen the swelling with an
ice-pack, but I had the biggest purple and red bruiser of a black eye
I could remember seeing, the skin raw and abraded around it. I could
only see now with my good eye,. Part of the pain and humiliation was
in knowing it was my bitchy neighbor's 'gift' for my rueful temper.

" Oh yeah. sorry. How's it feel? " 

" Like it looks. John, that little bitch hauled off and assaulted me.
Now we *gotta* do something!"

"Well, what?"
"John,  there's no WAY I'm gonna walk past her arrogant bullying butt
every day, and have her sneering at me for the way she's humiliated
me.   Okay??? "

 I fought tears. 

" I'm sorry." He said. 

 "You're always sorry. This is SO humiliating.   Look, it's not my
fault - she started it - she cut me off."

"Calm down, Erin!"

"Go see has she a husband.   Talk to the apartment manager - even call
the police - this is...is common assault!"

Eventually I persuaded him to go and DO something.   I still
half-expected he would hang around outside her apartment, only
pretending he had gone in - it was dark now - how would I know?   I
needn't have worried.    When John came back he had a cut lip and a
huge contusion around his eye which was rapidly closing so he could
only see out through a slit between his swollen lids.   He looked at
me abjectly, then slumped from the room, totally defeated.

I was astonished, breathlessly confused, at the way a hot flush
started in my womb and my whole body tingled in both embarrassment and
pleasure as I began to feel myself go damp at how this tough little
bitch had so easily humiliated and conquered us both.   At dinner we
studiously avoided the subject, nursing our matching black eyes, the
air thick with our ashamed, embarrassed silence.


That night John looked at my defeated black eye, scoffed and said he
didn't wanna wear the strap on. I was furious that I no longer seemed
in control of John, that because of that little blonde bitch I had
lost face in his eyes.   But I didn't object. My face burned.   I was 
furious with myself for letting that bitch believe I 'deserved' to get
punched by not fighting back,  as John slowly fucked me. Unwelcome
surges of excitement, flooded with images of her smug face, jutting
chin and breasts, of how I'd cupped my bruises afterwards, darting
from her front door, of her mocking laughter, all peaked in my biggest
orgasm ever with John.

I groaned in sexual submission, but whether to John or the blonde
bitch, I couldn't tell.   No, I could tell, but I wasn't admitting it
to myself.   Then John whispered he'd 'go kick her ass' as he filled
me, and I urged him on to 'do it, go kick her butt for me!', as we
both  fucked angrily, heads awkwardly turned away from each other's
bruised and  assaulted faces.

Next morning, before work, John  was all smiles, confidently
announcing: " Erin, I called The manager, and he's said he'll 'handle
it'."

I rushed into John's arms like a relieved little girl of eighteen,
crushing him to me and planting quick kisses on the unbruised side of
his face, my loins swooping with butterflies over John's new-found
balls!

That afternoon I heard a knock. I carefully open the door. It was 
her. The sight of her wrapped around me like a warm blanket, and I
hated everything about her beautifully arrogant sneer, too easily
getting lost in the way I found myself looking at her. My neighbour
smirked at my eye, then her smirk disappeared and I knew she'd heard
from the manager. My gut tightened, and I fought the urge to flinch,
tried to stand there and face her out.   She just stood there, hands
on hips, an amused smile on her face, looking deep into my eyes.


Ten minutes later I called John at work. 

"J-john,  it's me Erin. Our neighbor is here. " I husked, my voice
strained, between gasps.

"She THERE? Jesus -- Erin - are you okay?? " 

" Oh, I'm f--fine. She, uh..wanted me..." 

SLAP

"Ouch, sorry, sorry, she likes me to use my own name, (sniff) She
wanted Erin to (sob)...to just call and..."

 "And what?" He panicked, at the tone of the voice, my voice, he could
hear on the phone.

" Well, she...she wanted Erin to ph...phone you, and...er...explain!

She gave Erin another BLACK EYE!!!, on the other side. " I was weeping
 openly now. "Erin, get out -- NOW, just drop the phone and --"

"It's too late John. She saw the dildo, she's got it now."

"What the fuck!

" She's making Erin take off her shorts, and...bend over. " 

"Erin, I'm coming home and gonna personally kick her..." 
"John, it's okay. it's my fault. all my...

SLAP

Ouuuu...Bad Erin, okay...(pant, pant) okay, now our wonderful nice
neighbor's did your smart-mouthed wifey,  Erin,  a favor when she
blacked her second eye, she's planting kisses on the the tip of Erin's
snivelling nose, across Erin's cheek, forehead, and finally on the
bruise itself, now satisfyingly kissing your wife's soft open mouth."

"What the...?"

"She just did all that as Erin cried, to teach Erin a little lesson,
and she wanted Erin to tell you, okay? "

" Okay,." John said, sounding totally stunned. "where is she now?"

" John, right now she's  putting on the dildo, John -- you there? "

 " Yes Erin, I'm here..." John said, his voice thick with desire, no
longer offering to 'rush home'.

"She's moving up behind Erin now. She's got your wife's hands on the
coffee table, holding them down.  She's pressing behind Erin now.
Erin's legs are sh...shaking, Erin can feel our nice neighbor lady's
pubes and...and her fingers playing across her labia, John.   She...she's...
teasing Erin. She's spitting into her hand, and is working two fingers
into me --

*SLAP!!!* 

"Erin - I mean into ERIN !!! " I howled, cursing myself for
forgetting, "Ooooh,  God,  Erin" John whispered, hearing this voice
speaking to his wife.

"Now our neighbour lady's given Erin a chance to say...to  admit she was
*wrong*,  to apologize for....for flipping her off."

" Erin, *DO* it. Say you're sorry for God's sake, then stand up and
run straight to the manager's office - get out of there!"

Silence.

Erin? What's happening?" There was no answer,  I knew that all he
could hear was the sound of my breathing.  Then I hung up.

I remained in position,  bent over my coffee table and got fucked in
the pussy, then my rear.

"I think he took that okay, don't you?" my tough neighbor asked, when
she had pushed her full way in and I was helplessly bent over the
table and could feel her mean, gunslinger hips pressing against my
ass, her small breasts straddling my back.

"No," I said, "please..."

"Erin's got a real prize there," she said. "A real girl-man.    Cute
little ass, soft skin."

She pulled out  a full six inches, then sank the dildo deep into me
again.   I groaned.

"Y'know what this makes me think?" she said, "Erin had this here dildo
for a reason."

I moaned again.

"Either Erin prefers girls herself, or she's trying to make a girl
outta him"

"No," I shrieked.

"SLAP"

"Don't contradict me!"

"He,,,he's not a girl," I stammered. "He said he's gonna kick your
ass..."

She laughed at my pretence of defiance, then cuffed my ears for me
until they sang loudly a song of submission.

"I think Erin's made a mistake," she said.   "Erin got herself a
girl-man, but is that what her pussy really needs?"

She had me almost to the point of orgasm, and she knew it, because she
stopped her insistent movement, just lying for a moment on my back,
breathing in my ear and softly blowing the hairs on the nape of my
neck.

"Isn't it what we dream of," she said, "A girl with a dick, or a man
who can sometimes be as soft as a girl."

I groaned.

"Isn't it?" she demanded.

"Yes, Ma'am"   I didn't even know her name.

"But Erin made a mistake, didn't she?   She chose herself a girl-man,
a soft, round-assed girl-man, when what she really needed was a girl
with balls!"



I didn't see John that night,  as I went to my neighbor's house all
the rest of the day. I still don't know her name, she never offered
it. It never came up, and I didn't think to ask her name when I spent
the rest of the evening at her place, after a second beating, soaking
up my gift of punishment, crying and sobbing on my knees like a baby
with my face nestled snugly between her strong, beautiful legs. I was
out picking up some groceries she's given me a list of, my head
spinning from my beating..

 I drove very carefully so as not to 'offend' anyone with my
"offending finger" as my neighbor chose to call it, my face blushing
furiously at how my silly temper had gotten me into all this. I was
angry and confused that I'd called John and that he'd heard my
humiliating breakdown. But my breasts tingled with secret disquieting
excitement.  Would he leave me? Did I care? I fetched my cruel
neighbor's groceries and hurried home.

She wasn't there, so I left down the groceries and crossed the road to
our apartment.

As I walked in the door, a knot rose in my throat. There was my
husband, naked, bent over our sofa. Our neigbour lady was
magnificently naked again, black leather straps around her narrow
waist, and between her legs, wearing the same strap-on dildo she'd
uses on me, and was giving him a last chance to say he was 'sorry' for
my driving as well, and if he did she's let him go and not 'punish'
him.

He.. he couldn't, just like me earlier, he just stayed bent
submissively over, trembling in anticipation. Then he looked up at me,
and what I saw next sent a sinful,  erotic shiver down my spine,
telling me who my 'true' husband was now. John sported the cutest
little two black eyes, just like mine. A matching set, like twins. My
insides grew instantly moist.

Our neighbor lady, hardly breaking sweat as she firmly sodomized John,
asked did she forget to mention that she was moving in on us?.  John
was scarcely in any position to protest and neither was I. Neither of
us ever apologized, but it was completely understood we had a need to
be punished for it. Of course we were in the wrong.

She didn't even have to say she would be the boss.   That night, lying
naked on the sofa,  she called her mother long distance.

"Yeah, Mom, she said, "remember you told me I could never make up my
mind between chicks and soft men-girls."
She laughed out loud.

"...you were right, so let me tell you, Mom, now I got me one of each!" 

Later our tough neighbor had us remove our wedding rings, which she
had made into nipple rings for us, mocking our 'marriage'. I was
infuriated at first that John didn't seem to care, so I now proudly
vie for her attention and pander to the amusement she gets by playing
us off against each other.   We humbly acknowledge we love her abuse
much more than we love each other, but we're so much  happier this
way.

Now me and John spend our evenings, breathing in unison, dreamily
staring into each other's eyes, both bent over the couch, both spread
and ready for her,

licking and kissing each other's swollen eyes. 


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Cowgirl, Aka; Jennifer can be reached at:
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