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A Wife with No Options
By vulgus

Comments? Criticism? Email <a
href="mailto:vulgus@hotmail.com">vulgus@hotmail.com</a>
Story codes: MF, MmF, MMMMF, Reluc., MDom, Exhib

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.


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 still 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 t 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 said,
"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 exclaimed. "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
capably of it.

I pulled my cock out of her and went 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 and
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 walked 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, nave housewife who hates every
second of this had 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 then 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, 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 again, 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 I 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 that 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

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