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Understanding
The Need
I was really high from the alcohol at the nightclub when finally, after
three years of marriage, I expressed to Jane my two part-desire: (1) I
wanted to see her having sex with other men and (2) I wanted to be
punished while watching her in the sex act with those men. "I have no
problem with that," Jane said, she sitting
there across from me at our favorite nightspot, her sexy crossed legs
attracting the attention of many men patronizing the club. "Our marriage
is comfortable but dull. Our sex life so persistently predictable and
safe. As gentle as our huge bed. Sexual pleasure for me and pain for you,
Harry? No problem," she giggled, obviously high from the Champagne, too.
Jane's, a highly sensual and petite red head with a gorgeous body; small
but superbly formed and firm ass and perfectly shaped breasts. When she
wears one of those slit-to-the-ass skirts she so loves, the effect on a
man is a profound desire to lick at every part of this 4'11", 95 pound
woman's body. "Can we start tonight?" Jane asked, so enthralled by the
idea that these four words of hers literally dripped of sensuality. Her
voice became that of a woman in near climax. "Tonight, yes," my excited
reply. "Go home. Wait," Jane said to me, rising from the chair. With a
sleazy walk that caused her right leg to slide completely out of the slit
on her skirt with each step forward, giving everybody a great view of the
side of her firm ass, she walked to the far side of the nightclub. I
didn't have long to wait.
Bret, young, handsome, strong, who she picked up in the club, is standing
naked, leaning forward a bit, his hands gripping the table in the dining
area of our home, his legs slightly apart, his cock hard and just above
the table. I'm at the other end of the table, same position as Bret, as
Jane, laughing, obviously enjoying this very much, shoves a black dildo up
my ass. Inserted at least 8 inches now, Jane slips a tight mini skirt
over my head, pulls it down until it covers the black dildo, the tight
mini securely holding the shaft in place. Jane moves to Bret's side of the
table. She stretches out on her back, legs straight out. She has her cunt
to the table's edge. Bret slowly feeds his cock into my wife. He begins
fucking Jane with powerful thrusts of his massive cock, his hands on
Jane's waist, preventing her from sliding on the table. "Ugh. Oh. Yes."
Jane is moaning as Bret drives his cock fully up her cunt with each
thrust.
My own cock is now pushing at the front of the mini I wear. My ass is in
pain from the black dildo inserted far inside me. About 15 minutes into
the fucking, my cock is pushing so hard on the mini I think it will tear
its way through, my ass aching from the rubber cock held inside me by the
tight mini. I shout, "LOVE it! LOVE it!" At about 20 minutes into the
fucking, Jane moans that she's cumming. Hearing that, Bret
begins ramming his cock inside my wife as if it were a piston, her cunt a
metal cylinder wall. Jane looks over at me in the mini, black rubber cock
still up my ass, and shouts, "BITCH! BITCH! I always knew you were a
cock-loving BITCH!!" She's never talked that way to me before, but I LOVED
hearing it from her now, under these circumstances. She goes into orgasm
from the new cock feeding her cunt and watching me in the mini. Bret is
obviously cumming inside Jane now, he shouting CUMMMMMMINNNNNG!"
Standing there in a mini skirt, an imitation black cock up my ass,
watching another man's cum being pumped deep inside my wife, I realize I'm
cumming, too, though I never even touched my cock. Sticky
whiteness bleeds through the thin material of the mini-skirt. I've soiled
Jane's mini with my cum...
The next night there was Bruce...
Jane is on her back on the couch, her legs tight around Bruce, as he slams
himself into her; I'm watching, intently, as my beautiful wife is getting
fucked by a very hairy and ugly man. It takes Bruce about 15 minutes to
drive Jane into climax. She enjoys this fucking by an ugly man, it seems,
as much--or more--than by the handsome Bret of the night before. Bruce
withdraws his short, stumpy cock from Jane and strokes it over Jane's
tits, pumping a good amount of cum out of himself and onto her beautiful
breasts. The beast fucking and despoiling the beauty, the picture in my
mind. He squeezes himself dry over Jane's tits, wanting--both Jane and
he--to get every drop of his cum on her.
Jane sits up quickly, scooping at the beast's cum on her breasts with a
little teaspoon. She dips the same black rubber cock of last night into
the cum in the spoon. The head of the rubber cock is thick with the ugly
man's cum. "Bend," the beast demands of me, "so your wife can fuck you
with my cum." I bend forward to almost a 90� angle, my hands flat on the
floor; Bruce braces my shoulders with two hairy hands. My legs are spread
wide now, my ass inviting my needed and coming punishment. Jane rams the
black cum-coated rubber cock up my ass and twists it. After fucking me
hard and fast with the rubber cock for about 15 strokes, she pulls it out,
re-coats the head of it with cum from the spoon again and fucks me with it
for another 15 strokes, this process continuing until all the cum from the
beast has been shoved up my
ass, the beast, the whole while, bracing my shoulders with both hands, so
I can't stumble forward from Jane's thrusts. Jane seemed in highest
ecstasy while shoving the cum from the ugly guy up my ass. "I always
wanted to fuck YOU, you know, bitch," she says to me. "I want you to feel
a man's cum up your ass and LOVE it!!"
The third night Jane is carrying a whip, having already bound me to a post
in our bedroom before Joe entered the room. I'm naked and standing back to
post, both hands and feet secured with rope; Jane is dressed in leather
skirt and halter, whip in her right hand. Joe, middle-aged, black and
handsome, Jane's third sex playmate, sits on a rug near an indoor
fountain. Jane caresses Joe with the whip, sensually trailing
the nine leather tails across his erect, thick, long black cock and then
around his balls; then walks over to me, her husband, and whips me between
my legs with a strong, upward swing, the whip producing pain in the same
genital area of me that it pleasures with its soft caresses on Joe. The
whip alternately caresses Joe's cock and balls and punishes mine. She is
showing desire for the black cock and disdain for my own pale, worthless
prick. The trip between we two men occurs ten times before Jane removes
her leather skirt
and mounts Joe, she squatting on his cock, fucking him while smiling at
the redness of my cock and
balls, inflicted there by her whip.
What a wonderful sensation it is to be tied up, stroked to redness with a
whip by my wife as she tenderly excites a strange man's cock with that
same whip...then mounts his cock for her own pleasure. Ten minutes of Jane
riding the cock of Joe goes by before Joe grips her around the waist,
pushes her to her hands and knees and finishes up inside her with five
rapid thrusts. It is a magnificent sight, this ramming of the black
cock into my wife's welcoming cunt. Both seem to cum at the same time.
Satisfied with the action, Jane rises, white cum from black cock oozing
down her upper thighs, and walks over to the fountain and
removes a cloth that was soaking there; she tenderly washes Joe's cock and
balls with the cloth, slides
the cloth between her legs, soothing herself there with the warm water,
soaking up her sex juices, his cum.
This step completed, Jane walks over to me, same cloth in hand, and
squeezes the garment of its warm water and collected sexual passion into
my open mouth. I function as her toilet in this phase. My own cock
sticking straight out from the excitement of watching this event, is
stroked by the hand of my wife to climax...my cum shooting over six feet
across the room. Jane then walks over to my cum and steps in it,
smearing it around with her feet...as if my cum was a disgusting bug that
needed crushed. She smiles at me, now, still grinding my cum into the dirt
of the floor with her feet...
I realize my new place in this lifestyle is similar to that of my cum
there being squashed, smeared under the feet of my wife... That wonderful
thought hardens my cock once more... She notices my hardness, smiles at
that obvious sign, grinds at my cum even more forcefully, understanding
the need...
(c) Greg Smith 1998
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