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Subject: {ASSM} "Tape"  by  deirdre  (MM, MF, anal, nc)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Tape 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. This is the last set of the 156 stories, posted as part of the
a.s.s.m. 2006 "deirdre fest."

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Sat, 14 May 1994 01:12:21 UTC 

Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre

Tape by deirdre

I was a bit drunk at that party. That is really my only excuse. As if I
really had an excuse when my wife, Sara, caught me outside with Judy, a
woman with one thing on her mind that night. And I admit that if Sara
hadn't caught us, I can't say how far things would have gone.

To say that Sara was upset would be and understatement. She was gone
immediately, and I rushed home to find her packing. I knew I'd been
stupid and didn't want her to leave, so I begged her to give me another
chance. She wasn't listening and was soon gone.

The next morning, I felt like such a fool. A little bit of thought told
me that Sara had spent the night at a friend's and was probably at
work. I sent flowers and a note to her at work, and showed up at lunch
time to beg her to have lunch with me. She would have nothing to do
with me and I had to leave to avoid making a scene. That night she
showed up at the house, but just to pack up more of her things. I used
the opportunity to beg again, and told her I wanted her back more than
anything else in the world.

I'm not sure she was really reconsidering, but she did stop while I was
begging and looked at me with a thoughtful expression--almost a smirk.
"You'll do *anything* to get me back?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Anything I ask you to?"

"Yes, I will."

"OK," she thought, and I definitely saw amusement on her face "I want a
night with you where I call the shots. *All* the shots."

I only thought for a second. "OK," I said. I was terribly relieved. In
just one night, she'd get her revenge, and then it would be over--we
would be back together again. She still refused to stay, saying she'd
come over the following night to collect on my promise first.

The following night Sara appeared around 8pm. She seemed cheerful
enough. She asked me if I was ready and I assented. Then she told me to
come with her into the family room. After I followed her in there, she
turned around and told me to strip. I had a nervous twinge, but I
recalled our agreement and went ahead. I also got a little excited, and
my cock was growing by the time I was naked. I ended up just standing
there in front of her. She looked me up and down. There wasn't any
amusement on her face, and in fact, she looked rather serious. Then she
told me to lie with my stomach on our ottoman.

I realized she was really going to get her pound of flesh, but after
only a second's hesitation I did it. I admit I was beginning to worry.
She knelt down beside me and had pieces of rope with which she tied my
upper arms and thighs to the ottoman. Then she tied my wrists and
ankles. I asked her what was going on, but she told me not to worry
about that. Then she stuffed a rag into my mouth and tied another one
around my head to hold it in. I knew I was going to get it, but still
figured I'd manage.

The next thing I knew, she was bringing a man into the room. He was
tall and very muscular. That is when I lost it. You see, not long after
Sara and I first started having sex and were experimenting, Sara had
shown an unusual interest in my ass. In fact, she told me a couple of
times that she'd love to see a stud take my ass, to show me what a
"real man" was. I let her know that that was absolutely out of the
question and neither of us had mentioned it since. Now I was learning
that she had remained intrigued by the idea all this time and was now
making the most of her opportunity.

I struggled and yelled but it was no use. Sara introduced the guy as
Dave and he went about his business, taking off his clothes. He was
extremely muscular--obviously a body-builder. His cock was hard, too.
Sara gave him some K.Y. jelly and she had our camcorder! She told me I
could make this easy or hard, it was all the same to them. I cursed
myself for forgetting Sara's little fetish. I felt fingers lubricating
my rear hole and couldn't believe I'd let myself get trapped like this.
I felt a finger work its way in. Sara stood by and taped. She
definitely looked amused--more than amused--she looked ecstatic! I felt
more--two fingers? And then a lot more! I had no choice--I had to do
what I could. My cock was hard, pushed against the side of the
ottoman--how could that be? Sara commented on it and zoomed in to make
sure she got my hardness. Dave didn't say anything, but started fucking
me with long, slow strokes. *This can't be happening. I can't be hard.
I can't be having a man's cock in my ass.* There was nothing I could
do. I felt so trapped, so controlled.

I felt Dave come. He was going wild, but then he slowed down. Sara was
still happily getting it all on tape. She zoomed in on my face. And my
ass as he pulled out. Was this my Sara?

Then they left. I was left alone, tied in that position. I don't know
how long I had to wait--maybe an hour, but it seemed like one hundred.
I began to wonder if I had to get out of that myself. I managed to turn
the ottoman on its side and lay there sideways on the floor. Other than
a little scooting, that is all I managed.

Then Sara was back in the room. She untied me and told me we were done,
that she was staying. She kissed me too, and she seemed genuinely
thankful that I had "given" her this evening. I couldn't show much
enthusiasm. I asked her where the tape was. She gave it to me. Then she
told me it was a copy for my viewing pleasure-- that she had been gone
making copies so I wouldn't be able to erase her last copy. That night
she wanted to snuggle, then to do it. I couldn't resist her. While we
were doing it, she told me about my "cute ass" and was grabbing my
cheeks. I couldn't believe this. Still, I couldn't resist her and we
came together like never before.

The next thing I noticed was that Sara's friends would stare at me,
often when I wasn't watching them. Some of them looked amused while
others just seemed in awe. It didn't take me long to deduce that Sara
had shown them the tape! I guess I got a lesson in appearing
nonchalant.

But one of Sara's friends, Leah, went further. She not only looked
amused when I was around, but when we were alone, she complimented me
on the tape just like Sara had done. She asked me if I'd watched it.
When I didn't dignify that with an answer, she told me I should do it.
Sara had asked me to watch it a few times too, but I always refused.

But Leah still wasn't satisfied. She told me she had a copy of the
tape, but that she wanted to see my ass "get it" in person. I told her
no way. I tried to indicate that any ideas she had along that line were
hopeless. But she had another idea--she asked me how I'd like the guys
at work to see the tape.

I felt trapped. I looked at her amused face. I knew there was no
escape. She told Sara that I was going to give them both a show. I
don't know if Sara knew about Leah's blackmail. But Sara seemed ready
to get me to do it again, whatever it took. I felt faint.

They decided on the following night. Leah and Dave showed up. There I
was, not bound by ropes, but with no choice! They had me strip and get
over the ottoman again. Leah had a camcorder. Sara tied me up and
gagged me. Maybe I wouldn't have been able to go through with it
without being tied. I shudder to think.

Dave did it again. I hate to say it, but though it was just as
humiliating as the first time, it was somehow also easier. I just tried
to let them get it over with. Soon Dave came as the women gleefully
cheered him on. I couldn't believe this.

They untied me. Then Leah said that Sara owed me one. Sara said that
was OK, but I watched Leah and she looked like she had something
specific in mind. She and Dave grabbed Sara, tied her to the ottoman,
and gagged her. Then Leah took a scissors and cut off all her clothes.
Dave got behind her. She struggled so hard. And Leah was getting it all
with the camcorder. She told Sara to relax, that she had this coming
and there was nothing she could do. Dave just worked on her rear hole
just as he had worked on mine. Soon he had a finger in her, and a
little while later, he was sliding his cock into her. She was yelling
into the gag. Leah was almost falling down in hysterics, but she still
shot away, with close-ups on Sara's face and of the cock plunging right
in.

Soon Dave had come and was pulling out. Before Sara was untied Leah
took the tape out and gave it to me. She gave me her keys and told me
to lock it in her trunk--or else. She still had that first tape--I had
no choice.

When I got back, I was in for another surprise! Leah was tied to the
ottoman! Nude! Sara and Dave were there looking smug. Sara said Dave
wasn't ready for any more, so I should take Leah! Leah glared at me
through her gag. Sara showed no pity, telling her she got a turn like
the rest of us.

I had been just standing there dumbly, so Sara told me to strip. She
had a leather belt and she whipped Leah's ass with it. She ordered Leah
to make it easy on herself. Leah finally looked resigned. Sara put the
K.Y. jelly on Leah's rear herself and pushed her fingers into Leah's
rear hole. While she was working her finger in and out, she slapped
Leah's rear several times. She also masturbated my cock to get it hard
as if it wasn't hard enough. Dave was sitting across the room,
watching. Sara told me to do it, then told Leah to push her ass back
into my cock. I felt Leah doing it. Sara went to find a blank tape
while I continued. She got back, and started shooting us, then yelled
encouragement. I felt Leah's cunt and she was sopping wet. Sara told
Dave to wash his cock and come back. Then she came over and pulled of
Leah's gag. When Dave came back, she had him kneel in front of Leah and
put his cock in her mouth. Then she was back at the camcorder. Leah was
going crazy and Dave was hard in a minute. I came and withdrew. Sara
gave me the camcorder and told me to get it all and she started
whipping Leah again with the belt. Finally Dave came. Sara pulled out
the tape and told me to go hide it. When I returned, Leah was untied,
but lying, exhausted on the floor.

Well, that was our last such adventure. Leah is no longer a bitch about
that tape--she gave us a copy of her tape of me and Sara and we gave
her a copy of the tape of her. I finally broke down and watched the
tapes of me getting it--Sara likes to watch all three tapes, and just
loves being fucked while she's watching.


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