byVandemonium1
This is another of my stories with a twist that I haven’t seen before. Elements of the build up to this story may piss some people off but stick to the end, you may be pleasantly surprised. I have tried my hardest to put something in here for everyone except the hard core reconciliation crowd.
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Hi, my name is Dave and rather than physically describe myself I thought I would detail what I believe in. That way you should get an idea of what sort of guy I am. Despite what I have just done, I assure you I am not an evil man. An evil man would have enjoyed what I just did. I didn’t. It was just something my sensibilities demanded.
My driving belief is in respect. Respecting yourself and others is critical. I will respect you until you do something to lose it, at which point I will just walk away. I will never darken your doorway again. I think everyone has a duty to be as good as they can possibly be. Sure, some will achieve more than others but so long as you try your best, I will respect you. One word of caution. Disrespect me and you’d better duck.
Next to respect, what I value most is loyalty and trust. I will never lie or be devious to those that have my respect. I am loyal to a fault. Again to those that deserve it. Note the careful wording. If you lose my trust, then loyalty and respect are off the table.
I have a strong belief in justice. Good things should happen to good people and bad things to bad people. I’m also old fashioned. If you wrong me then you won’t have to worry about writs and court but you’d better be very careful walking down any dark alleys. If I shake hands on a deal and it doesn’t happen, then check the death notices; my name will be there.
I believe I am methodical, romantic and loving.
I also have a strong belief in equality of the sexes. Not the lip service many people have, but an innate understanding that whatever genitalia you happen to be packing, doesn’t make a damn bit of difference on what I expect or how I will treat you.
That may explain why I just did what I did.
Did I say I was methodical? I’ll prove it to you by starting at the start.
My suggestion that my wife of seven years sever contact with her friend, Jenny, fell on deaf ears. Jenny had moved in just down the street last year. Her husband, Bill was a shift worker that I’d only met a couple of times. Jenny made my palms itch. I don’t know what it is about her, but I just had a real, instinctive bad feeling about her. But I respected that it was my wife, Lorna’s decision. She tended not to have many friends but was fiercely loyal to the one’s she did have.
Jenny didn’t like me and it was obvious that she was trying to influence Lorna. More than once when I walked in the room, their conversation stopped abruptly. Oh yes, I was starting to have a real bad feeling about this.
The signs that my marriage was in strife were starting to accumulate. Several small things that by themselves, meant nothing, were starting to niggle. Not being able to contact Lorna sometimes on her days off and evasive answers when I asked about it later was one of them. Her recent trouble in making eye contact with me was another. I firmly believe the old saying that the eyes are the windows of the soul and add my own ending, that sunglasses are the blinds.
The biggest clue of course was our sex life reducing from at least twice a week down to zip, overnight. Nothing at all in the last four weeks. Doubly strange was that on more than one occasion when I approached her for a bit of loving, she appeared to go along with it for a while then changed her mind. It was like shutters came down over her eyes and she turned off. I’d asked many times what the problem was but she denied we even had one. Exasperated, last week I had suggested we needed to think about counselling. Lorna just turned away and started crying. Once she’d finished she looked like she really wanted to say something but then the shutters came down again.
What was the most confusing, was that her behaviour was totally inconsistent with a woman trying to get pregnant with her first child. Unless…shit! A bad thought had just entered my head. What if she had given up on me being the sperm donor and was auditioning other guys. It would explain why she wasn’t as sexually frustrated as me and why she was avoiding intimacy. Guilt. But that didn’t make sense. We’d only been trying for the last three months.
Well, if she wasn’t going to admit to her cheating, then I was going to have to catch her the old fashioned way. Lorna controlled all the finances in our family as she had the most time. Not wanting big, unexplainable purchases to show up on our statements I determined to keep it cheap. I paid cash for two tiny voice recorders that relayed to a base station. A good start, I thought. If they didn’t work I would do the old GPS monitor thing later. One of the recorders I set up in the kitchen. That would cover that room and also the lounge. The second I set up in our bedroom. The receiver I set up in the ceiling space. Lorna would never go there; too many spiders.
The only relevant conversation the recorders picked up, about a week later, confused the hell out of me. At the same time it offered me some relief. It didn’t sound like Lorna was cheating on me. But I still didn’t have a clue what she was up to. The recorded conversation was in the kitchen on one of Lorna’s days off.
“Well, Lorna, what did you think of that?”
“I dunno, Jenny. It was as hot as hell but are you sure Bill enjoys it, he certainly didn’t look like it.”
“I told you before, he doesn’t particularly get off on what I do at the time but afterwards he knows he’s going to get at least a week of mind blowing sex. The only time I’ve seen him really upset was when I misjudged the timing and my period started that night. Bill missed out and sulked for a whole week.”
“I still don’t know, Jen, I can’t see how you could possibly respect Bill if he puts up with all that.”
“Fuck, today was tame girl. You should see what we normally get up to. I didn’t want to humiliate Bill that much today as it was only the second time you were there as a spectator. You would not believe the buzz I get when I go up to Bill tied in his chair with his little cock in its cage and give him his choice for the day.”
“What choice?”
“Well it’s different every time. The best one was when I told him that he was going to taste the meat and had a choice of whether he wanted it second hand or direct from the source as it were.”
“Which did he go for?”
“Second hand of course, he’s not a faggot. After I’d done the meat, I pushed Bill’s chair over and just sat on his face. Fuck girl, I must have cum three times in five minutes that time. I’ll ask Bill if we can do something like that next time you come over. Shit I’d better go, Bill’s still tied up.”
The bedroom recorder cut in slightly after that. A distinctive buzzing noise and two screaming multiple orgasms demonstrated that whatever happened had turned Lorna on immensely and her vibrator had received a workout.
It was obvious that Lorna had witnessed something with Jenny and Bill that had turned her on, but I couldn’t understand all of it. The only thing that fit all the conversation was… , no, surely no man would put up with that. Yeah, naïve or what? The ‘meat’ reference I just didn’t get. I also didn’t understand where all this was heading. I decided to wait and see.
I only had to wait till the following week for the next episode. Again it was during my wife’s day off and again the action was in the kitchen.
“Fuck that was hot. When you told Bill to hold still while that guy rubbed his cock on his face was awesome.”
“Yeah well, I asked Bill if I could do the whole second hand or straight from the source thing again but he put his foot down. He said not with you there. It’s only because he thinks he is going to get a crack at you that he even agreed to you being there in the first place.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen.”
“For fucks sake girl, don’t tell him that. If you burst that bubble, then your viewing days are over.”
“Ok, how was last week with Bill.”
“Fantastic, as always. After I returned home from here, I untied him and he cleaned me out as usual and then we screwed from then till supper time. I told you the sex with the meats is great but the week after with Bill is almost as good. It’s like honeymoon sex all over again.”
There was a pause in the conversation and the sound of a kettle boiling on the recording.
“So how are things with Dave going?”
“The poor guy must have blue balls something chronic. It’s been six weeks now and I can tell you it’s getting harder and harder to turn him down. If it wasn’t for mothers little helper I would have exploded by now. You know vibrators though, they feel good at the time but leave you kinda feeling unsatisfied.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. But hang in there. How about you tell him you are cutting him off to build up his potency. That might buy you some time. Another few weeks and Dave will say yes to anything. How about next week you have a go with the meat and pretend that Bill is Dave. It won’t be nearly as good but at least you’ll get your rocks off and it will buy you the time you need.”
“No way, Jen. I will never ever cheat on Dave. I love him too much to disrespect him like that. Then there’s the whole prenup thing I told you about. If he ever found out I cheated, I’d be out in a flash. I’m 39, Jen, if I don’t have kids now I never will.”
I paused the recording. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Lorna. I particularly liked the comment about respect. Although it seems you may have different ideas about disrespect than me. Yes you are very wise to remember the prenup. The cheating party leaves with fuck all. I could now see where this was likely heading and vowed to schedule some time for myself later to decide how far along I would allow it to go. I returned to the recording.
“I still don’t know, as horny as Dave must be, I still just can’t see him going along with all this. I‘m thinking of backing out. I can’t risk losing him. Not just for a bit of extramarital. Shit it’s hard enough as it is, looking in his eyes and seeing sperm in them. It’s just not right.”
“Haven’t you listened to a word I’ve said girl. It’s not just a ‘bit of extramarital’. It’s the massive high you get from the feeling of control. Having him sit there helpless and horny knowing he’s going to do absolutely anything you want him to do, for as long as you want, just to get to keep you. There’s nothing like seeing your wife screwing a piece of meat to trigger the competitive instinct in the dumb male. Deep down all men just want to be dominated. Bill did. My ex did. Sure, they all protest for a while for the sake of appearance, but once their fragile little pride is satisfied they run to the chair every time.”
“No, Jen, I’ve decided I don’t want to risk my future happiness. It’s not worth it. Dave brought up counselling again this week.”
“What risk, Lorna? There is no risk. Let him stew for a few more weeks to maximise your chances, then hit him with it. You’re not cheating, so he has no reason to leave and the prenup isn’t triggered. What’s the worst that can happen? He says no and you’ve lost nothing. No way will he want a divorce where he loses the house, half the money and has to pay you alimony. So, no risk and the possibility of mind numbing sex for as long as you want it. I tell you, girlfriend, you just can’t lose.”
“Ok, Jen, I’ll think about it.”
“Well, make up your mind soon or your watching days are over.”
The vibrator got another flogging that afternoon.
I was getting sick of this. Time to put the pressure on. I still had no idea how I was going to react when their little charade played out, as I’m increasingly sure it would. Jenny was offering Lorna the possibility of an experience that no one mortal man could beat. You never know, watching Lorna get screwed in front of me might be fun. Time to force a decision.
The following night. in bed, I made my desire known, but got the expected knock back.
“Lorna, have you ever heard of conjugal rights?”
“No, what are they?”
“That is the right of a husband to have sex with his wife.”
“Well I’m claiming anti conjugal rights. The right of a wife to say no.”
I didn’t say anything for a while, choosing my words carefully.
“Well, if you keep refusing me and won’t tell me why and refuse to consider counselling, then will you give me your blessing for me to fulfil my needs outside the marriage?”
“There was what I can only describe as an explosion on the other side of the bed.
“Wha…what! No bloody way. No way are you going to get any outside of this house. I should be able to provide you with all you need.”
Lorna stopped abruptly as the fundamental stupidity of her own statement struck. A look of pain, anger and confusion interchanged across her face. She jumped out of bed and disappeared out the door.
“I have to talk to Jenny.”
I left her alone to go into the living area and I could hear mumbling from the kitchen phone area.
She tiptoed back into the bedroom half an hour later. Assuming I was asleep, she gently eased in beside me. I gave her five minutes to settle down.
“Lorna, I don’t know what shit Jenny is filling your head with, but can’t you see yet how destructive it is?”
“She’s my friend.”
“Well, Lorna, I sincerely recommend unfriending her before she destroys any more of our marriage. I don’t know exactly what shit she is filling your head with, but Blind Freddie can see it isn’t now, or ever will be, good.”
The next morning, I stayed in bed until Lorna left to go to work. Once I heard the front door close I got the ladder and went into the ceiling space. The kitchen recorder had picked up the late night phone call. Or one side of it anyway. It started with Lorna explaining the conversation she’d just had with me. She sounded desperate and I was sure she was going to pull out. To say I was disappointed at the outcome would be an understatement. After Lorna’s tearful tirade there was silence. Then.
“Jen, are you sure about what you said the other day? Are all men like Bill and if you push them hard enough they’ll enjoy being subservient?”
Silence.
‘Well as you said, I really have nothing to lose and even watching you and Bill makes me incredibly hot. Yes I’ll do it, but I can’t keep this up for much longer. Can we move the timetable up a bit?”
Silence.
“Right, I’ll come over tomorrow night and we’ll talk tactics. Bye.”
It was a very quiet Smith household the next day. After dinner, Lorna told me she was going to Jenny’s.
“Are you going to break off with her like I suggested?”
“No, Dave.”
I grabbed her and forced eye contact.
“Please, Lorna.”
Without another word she broke away from me and left. I snuck over to Jenny’s house thinking what a powerful driver lust was. As it was dark, I circumnavigated the house but couldn’t find a vantage point where I could either see or hear what was said inside. I would be flying blind for the next stage of the drama. I was fast asleep when my loving wife returned.
The next day, I again stayed in bed until Lorna left. This time I went to Jenny’s house. I figured that because Lorna had raised Jen’s name, in the context of our marriage problems, I wouldn’t be tipping my hand with this social call. She opened the door still in her dressing gown. She wanted to get dressed but I explained that my message wouldn’t take that long. I never made it off the porch.
“Jenny, I know you and Lorna are up to no good. I’ll even guess that you are trying to talk her into something she doesn’t really want to do. I would also hazard a guess that you think that there is no risk to you. I realise that you don’t know me but I should tell you that I don’t forgive and forget easily. I harbour grudges. For your own safety, can I suggest you turn your obviously powerful persuasive skills towards talking her out of whatever it is rather than into it?” At that point, the door was slammed in my face.
After another quiet dinner, Lorna again went to Jen’s house. When I followed this time I noticed the kitchen light was on and the window was ajar. I’d missed the start of the conversation, obviously an explanation of my visit this morning. I was just in time to hear,
“No, this is good news Lorna, I reckon this proves that he thinks I’m trying to get you to cheat on him. That means when you hit him with your speech he’ll be off balance and what’s more, he’ll be so relieved that you aren’t going to cheat on him that he’ll jump at our suggestion.”
At that point, clumsy here knocked over a small pot plant and to prevent having to answer some embarrassing questions, did a runner.
Again I was asleep when Lorna came home.
The next night I got home to wonderful culinary smells. Lorna had gone all out on taste and presentation. Here we go, I thought to myself. She kept up an inane chatter all night. The few times she made eye contact, all I could see was nervousness. I waited for her to get it off her chest. Bed time came with no confrontation. Just to apply a little pressure, I snuggled into her and squeezed her breasts. She actually responded for a good half minute before shutting me down. I piped up with the obligatory, “Have I done something wrong, dear, tell me”, and “Lorna, I really think we should consider counselling.” Again only the expected angry response.
In the morning I decided to start fighting dirty. I retrieved her vibrator from the bathroom drawer and removed the spring from the battery compartment. Two can play the blue ball game.
Two more evenings of the same and this game was getting boring. When I returned from golf, Jenny was there but beat a hasty retreat. It was Saturday night and using the excuse of getting up early for church I retired to bed by 9.30PM. Lorna followed me up. I thought she may be more open with me in the darkness so I turned the light straight off. Once she was settled, I said, “OK Lorna, what’s on your mind?”
She was silent so I continued.
“Ok, well I’m guessing you’ve got something on your mind that you can’t quite bring yourself to tell me. You’ve cut me off from sex for the best part of two months so I’m guessing it is sex related. Lorna, are you cheating on me and are you working up the courage to confess?”
“No, Dave, how could you possibly think that? You know I love you and would never do anything like that,” she erupted.
“Then please tell me what it is before I just leave or even worse give in the next time some woman propositions me.”
This got her interested. “What women proposition you? When?
“All the time at work. I’m well off, big and fit and with all due modesty, not bad looking. I doubt a week goes by when some girl doesn’t try to crack on to me.”
“Ok Dave, just give me a minute and I’ll tell you what’s on my mind”.
It was more like five.
“Like I said, Dave, I have never cheated on you or would never want to. But there is a thing that I would like to try.”
More silence.
“I know you don’t like her, but Jenny has been telling me what she and Bill get up to, you know, in the bedroom, and it sounds a lot more exciting than what we do.”
“Hang on, you’ve never complained about what we have done so far for the last eight years.”
“Yes I know, Dave, you’re a wonderful and considerate lover and I was totally satisfied with what we had. Then Jenny described what she does and ah, described it as being at least 10 times better than what we do. I’d just like to ask you if we can give it a go. Not forever, just once or twice before we settle down to being responsible parents.”
“Are you sure it’s as good as Jenny describes it or is she bullshitting you.”
“No, when I saw… no, when I heard her describe it, it was obvious by her excitement that she really loves it.”
I decided to let her little faux pas at the start of that response apparently go over my head.
“So, dear, with dread, I have to ask what you and Jenny have in mind for me.”
More uncomfortable silence.
“Well, it’s nothing too bad, Dave, Jenny has sex with other men in front of Bill”, Lorna blurted. “It’s not love, it’s just unemotional fucking. It’s not cheating as Bill is right there when it happens.”
“So you want a threesome, is that it?”
“No, Dave, you wouldn’t get to make love to me, just the other guy would. Jenny says it’s called cuckolding. It’s like you’re giving me as a gift to another man and giving me the gift of another man. I enjoy my gift while you watch. Then after the guy leaves, you reclaim me by making love to me. Jenny says that afterwards is the best part. For every lover she has, she fucks Bill to exhaustion for at least a week. Come on, Dave, we haven’t done that since our honeymoon. Jenny says, if you thought you would be uncomfortable watching me, then the first few times you could go out for the night while I stayed here. Jenny says it’s important that I do it in our bed. She says it’s like you proving your love for me by letting another male into your territory. Jenny thinks you should stay though. She thinks by staying you will see that it is just sex, but if you leave you will worry about whether the guy was bigger or better than you, or worry that I may fall in love with him.”
After that monologue, Lorna lapsed into silence.
“Don’t worry Lorna, if we do this, and it’s a big if, you understand, I will be there. One question Lorna, you’ve explained how I show my love for you by giving you a gift. How and when do you show your love for me?”
“Every time, silly. Every time I come back to you, I’m showing you that you are my main man, my one and only lover.”
“Love by sloppy seconds huh?”
“Sorry Dave, I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Don’t worry about it dear. I’ve got to say, my first impression isn’t good. If we’re obviously so incompatible and I don’t satisfy you enough, why don’t we just try an open marriage or bringing another girl to bed and we can both enjoy her?”
“No, Dave, the thought of you with another woman makes me want to puke. It’s just not natural. It’s not going to happen.”
“Ok, we bring in another woman but I promise not to touch her, I’ll just watch you two.”
“Yuck, Dave, I tried that once in college and that was enough for this lifetime.”
“Have you thought of all the possible ramifications of this, Lorna? There’s me losing respect for you, you losing respect for me, or me feeling inadequate when I see you in action with a better lover than me or one with a bigger cock.”
“No one could be a better lover than you, Dave and anyway, Jenny went through all the possible outcomes and reckons I… we have nothing to lose.”
“Fuck Jenny, Lorna, have YOU thought of all the possible ramifications?”
“Yes, Dave I have and I really want to try it. Can we?”
At this point Lorna grabbed my half erect penis through my silk boxers and on auto pilot it went the rest of the way.
“See, little Percy here obviously wants to go along with my program.”
“Little Percy hasn’t seen any action for almost two months. Little Percy has no conscience and at the moment, little Percy would happily fuck a Rattlesnake with a festered ass.”
“Please, Dave, won’t you think about it just a little bit?”
“Ok, Lorna, there’s no harm in thinking about it I suppose. Now can we make love?”
“Um, no Dave, I don’t think so.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Just look on it as an incentive to think quicker.”
“You do realise that is emotional blackmail don’t you, dear?”
“Well I don’t agree, I just think we should get this out of my system quickly and get on with making babies.”
Dave’s new golden rule. Whoever has the gold makes the rules. For gold here, read vagina.
That week when I went to nobble Lorna’s brand new vibrator I noticed a new addition to the toy collection. A cock cage. Shame on you, Lorna, you forgot to mention that part.
Well I lasted another eleven days. Fuck, I’m only human. It was a Wednesday night and we were in bed again.
“Ok, Lorna, you win. We’ll do it your way, but don’t blame me if things go badly pear shaped. I urge you again to consider all the possible consequences.”
“Really, thanks Dave. I’m sure it’ll be a wonderful experience for both of us. Can we do the first one Friday?”
“Sure, dear, on one condition. You do your wifely duty and hammer me into the mattress right now.”
Without any preamble, Lorna ripped off my boxers and her panties and mounted me. After a couple of lunges and to my disgust and disappointment she stopped.
“Um, there’s a couple of things I forgot to mention last time. Jenny says um, that while you’re watching me ah, perform, it is a better experience for both of us if you’re like, tied to a chair. She says it makes the guy feel more comfortable that you won’t rip his head off if you change your mind and will give me a, um, feeling of power and control.”
I stared at Lorna incredulously but she had more.
“Jenny also says, um, that it’s really good if while we’re doing it, ah, me and the guy call you names and stuff. You know, wimp and things like that. Frankly I’m not sure why but Jenny says that stuff really pushes her over the edge. I’m sure you want these to be perfect experiences for me, Dave, so what do you say?”
Lorna resumed her bouncing up and down. I can’t remember when she felt this wet. It was with extreme self-control that I grabbed her hips and stopped her.
“Lorna, can we ease into this please? I really don’t want to relinquish all my control for our first experience. I don’t think I can accept being tied to a chair, although I’m happy to sit in one and pretend, shit I’ll even put my hands behind my back and make like they’re tied if you like. That will leave my hands free to use a video camera sometimes.”
“What video camera, Dave?”
“Well, you’ve said we’ll only be doing this for a short time and shit, one of us may not like it and it may only happen once, so I thought I might take some video so we can relive the experience whenever we like.’
“Ok, I’ll ask Jenny if that’s all right.”
“No, Lorna, don’t ask Jenny anything. It’s time you made your own decisions. Take responsibility for your own actions.”
“Ok, Dave, your call. We won’t tie you up and it would be great to have a video record of the first time you proved your love for me this way.”
“Another thing, Lorna, I’m not real happy with your idea of the trash talk. I think I will be real uncomfortable even with either of you acknowledging that I am in the room. Can you pretend I’m not there? Just talk amongst yourselves. Call me names if you like, but as if I’m not there, you know, just amongst yourselves. If I thought you and your cock of the moment were really talking to me it would be really humiliating. Shit, Lorna, I doubt if I could really feel more humiliated if you offered your lover your virgin ass. I assume it is still virgin or did you give that away in college as well? ”
“No, Dave, no one has ever been there.”
By this stage, even my strength was hard pushed to stop Lorna resuming her thrusting. Her moisture had long since filled my navel and was running in a stream down my side. I released the beast. I’m not particularly proud of my stamina the first time but shit, there were extenuating circumstances. In my defence, Lorna still got off before me. Go vibrator sabotage! The second and third ones were better to brag about. Fuck I was tired the next day.
The following night, when I returned home, we had a visitor. Jenny. She couldn’t have looked prouder if she’d just had triplets.
“Well done, Dave, you won’t regret this. It’s the start of a new life for you guys.”
I pretended not to see the sharp look that Lorna gave her. She had sold it to me on being a very short term thing.
“So, Jenny, where do we go from here?”
“Well, Dave, what I normally do is go across town, you know, somewhere they won’t recognise me, go up to random guys and explain what I want them to do. If they agree, I take them into the toilets and audition them.”
“Audition them?”
“You know, check out their cock size. Give them half a hand job, maybe a bit of suckie-suckie if that doesn’t work. You know, check out the goods before you buy. I wouldn’t want to go to all that trouble just to take home some pencil dick. You want the whole event to be worthwhile. Once you’ve got them hooked I either take them home or tell them to come over the next day.”
“No Jen, I can’t possibly agree to that. If Lorna did that, ‘you know’, touched another guy’s dick, I would consider that cheating. Why don’t you just take pot luck and bring home the first guy that says yes.”
“Ok, Dave, you’re in charge, for the moment, we’ll do it your way. Goodnight.”
When she had gone, Lorna obviously had things still on her mind.
“What is it now, Lorna?’
“Well, Jenny didn’t want to ask but she wanted to know if um, if um, if it was ok if she came over and watched.”
“No, Lorna, that wouldn’t be ok. It’s humiliating enough having me sit there while you bang some stranger and slag off at me. I really don’t think I want a witness there at the same time. Sorry, Hon, I know she’s done a lot of work for this but I just couldn’t stand it. You can show her the video later if you like. Now, how about we go to the bedroom and get you some practice in.”
Lorna agreed and we headed to the master bedroom. As we were undressing, I remembered the question I had thought of on the way home.
“Honey, are you going to buy the condoms or me?”
“Um, Jenny says we can’t use condoms.”
“What the fuck, Lorna, you went off the pill four months ago.”
“Yes, but I’m past my fertile time.”
“Why does Jenny say you can’t use condoms?”
“Well she says it’s more, um… Jenny says that it is more enjoyable for me if you get to see me with cum running out of me when the guy has finished. She says that spurs husbands on to fuck their wife as soon as possible and as many times afterwards as they can, so their sperm can dominate the other guy’s. At first I was worried about diseases but the more I thought about it, well it’s such a hot thought. You tied there looking at me lying back with another man’s seed trickling out of me. Oo it makes me so wet. I can get tested every now and then if it worries you.”
“No, I insist, Lorna. There are some nasty diseases around at the moment. We shouldn’t risk it.”
“Ok.”
“Now, how about that lovin we came up here for?”
“I’m just not in the mood anymore.”
“All right, all right. I give in, no rubbers.”
“Gee thanks, honey. Talking about condoms, do you mind wearing one tonight or pulling out? I want to be fresh for tomorrow.”
“Just forget it all right. Good night.”
Lorna actually took the Friday off work she was so excited. By the time I got home the house was spotless and the bedroom was all prepared. Extra pillows, lights turned down, bedside lamp turned as a spotlight, the works. Lorna was literally hopping from one foot to the other in excitement. She was dressed to kill by the time Jenny arrived to take her out on the hunt. I reminded them that allowing for an hour’s travel time, I expected them back in 90 minutes.
They didn’t disappoint too much, as 96 minutes later, Lorna walked in the door with her stud of choice. I hadn’t been idle in that time. The anticipation actually made the time go really slowly to the point where I actually checked the clock hadn’t stopped.
There was no sign of Jenny. I was introduced to Jeremy, a good looking guy, if a bit nervous, about 10 years younger than Lorna and I at a guess. He relaxed a bit when I explained that I was totally cool with the situation and was looking forward to Lorna fulfilling her fantasy. He nodded while I explained the rules. I assured him that I would be no threat even though I was only pretending to be tied to the chair. I explained that Lorna thought that the whole experience would be enhanced if both she and he belittled me with their talk. I think he understood where I was coming from when I requested that they do so as if I wasn’t actually present. He was happy to say yes when I turned the video camera on and asked for his permission to film him. He surprised me a bit when he asked if it was ok if he got a copy of the movie. Throughout all this, Lorna was hopping from one foot to the other grinding her shapely thighs together. I got a hard on imagining her panties with gusset soaked to saturation.
With preliminaries complete, I took my leave and went up to the bedroom and sat in my carefully positioned chair. I still didn’t officially know about the cock cage, so didn’t bother with it. I did strip as I knew that’s what Lorna wanted and didn’t want to interrupt the flow by having her ask me to do it. The chair was next to the door with a good view of the bed. After turning the camera on and putting it on the arm of the chair, I thrust my arms behind myself and waited with barely suppressed excitement. All my dreams of the last fortnight were hopefully going to be fulfilled.
I didn’t have long to wait, barely a minute later Jeremy and Lorna entered, literally ripping each other’s clothes off. Once his underwear came off, it revealed his already fully aroused cock. I noted with relief that it appeared to be about two inches shorter than mine and much thinner. Lorna couldn’t mask the look of disappointment on her face when she saw it.
Once naked, he didn’t hesitate pushing her to her knees and with little gentleness, thrust into her mouth. She automatically did the old trick of putting her hand around the base of his cock to limit how far it could enter her mouth. He must have been an old hand at this though as after a few thrusts he reached down and put one hand over hers and one on the back of her head. With a flick of his hand, he removed hers from his cock and using his other hand to prevent her head moving, thrust into her to the hilt. Lorna’s eyes bulged and she started gagging. She quickly used both her arms to push him away. Once detached, she clamped one hand over her mouth and ran into the bathroom. Sounds of puking and gargling soon followed. While she was away, Jeremy lay on the bed and looked at me. I shook my head to remind him not to talk. Once Lorna returned, Jeremy wanted to return to the blowjob but she was having none of that.
So instead, he pushed her onto her back on the bed and mounted her. The look of disappointment returned to Lorna’s face when she realised he was launching straight into the main course without any entrée for her. She did so love being growled out before penetration.
By the look of the lubrication sheeting from her sex, that wasn’t a critical issue however. Her stud of choice wasted no time pounding into her and within what seemed like two minutes he was grunting in climax. That was plenty of time for some of the expected and much anticipated trash talk.
“Come on baby, reach places my husband has never been.”
“What does it feel like to be filled by a real man for a change?”
“Oh baby, make me cum; my husband just doesn’t do it for me anymore.”
Sadly, that was all there was time for, with a loud series of grunts, Jeremy filled my wife’s unprotected cunt with his seed. He rolled off her. She managed to rally magnificently from her obvious disappointment.
During this brief performance, I had noticed her glancing frequently in my direction. More than once she had focused on the camera sitting on the arm of my chair, pointed in her direction. The red flashing light on the front of it couldn’t have escaped her notice. I wondered vaguely if her acting performance was due to me or the camera.
Relieved of his weight, she rolled onto her side and reached for the bedside cabinet. Opening the top drawer, on her side, her hand reached in and came out holding a small bottle of lube.
“Use this, Lover, take my last virginity.”
With a young man’s legendary stamina, Jeremy was visibly regaining his erection. He snatched the tube from Lorna’s hand and while she was getting in position, started smearing lube on his cock. Lorna, rolled onto her stomach, tucked her knees under and raised her ass in the air, her head turned towards me. Her eyes were scary. It wasn’t just a look of pure lust, there was something else there. Something I didn’t recognise. What was obvious though, was that this was the payoff for her. If I didn’t know before, I did now. This was all about humiliating me. With a voice thick with lust she almost groaned.
“You can thank my husband for this. I would never have thought of it if he hadn’t put the idea in my head the other day. Come on lover, put your cock somewhere the wimp I married has never been.”
With a young man’s impatience, good old Jeremy lined up Lorna’s puckered ring and with one mighty thrust of his resurrected penis, thrust into her bowels to the hilt. All thoughts of acting forgotten, Lorna screamed in pain. Obviously misinterpreting this as pleasure or just not caring in his lust, her lover immediately began thrusting in and out. Lorna desperately tried to reach back and push him away but the combination of his strength and her arms lack of power at this awkward angle, made it an unequal contest. After less than half a minute she gave in and subjected herself to his ministrations.
Later review of the video footage showed her turning towards me with pleading eyes. Or the place where I had been. I was gone. I just couldn’t watch this.
“Please help me, Dave, it hurts!”
I was standing outside the bedroom door, trying to shut out her pain and wishing this was all over. Every instinct I possessed said I should be protecting my mate. The only way I got through it was telling myself she hadn’t been my mate for weeks. I judged what I thought was the perfect moment. By the sounds of it, he was heading for cum number two. I had dressed again, while out of the room. My work suit rather than the casuals that I’d worn before.
Mentally following my script, I rushed back into the room and sped to her side of the bed just as good old Jeremy was unleashing his second load. With my best Russell Crowe impersonation, I yelled, “Lorna, what the fuck is this; who is this? Hey shithead, get out of my house!”
In what the video later confirmed, was a comedy of errors, Jeremy’s facial expression rapidly changed from one of bliss, through confusion, to fear. He pulled out of my wife and leaped off the bed grabbing his clothes. He almost broke the sound barrier leaving the room.
Lorna’s temporary look of relief also changed variously and stopped at confusion.
Torn between the need to be in two places at once, I followed Jeremy. Before, I left I snarled at Lorna.
“Just stay here, you cheating slut.”
By the time I caught him he was in the lounge, rapidly dressing. The look of fear was still plainly evident. I calmly watched him finish dressing and then casually walked over to him and put one hand around his throat, pushing him back until he was against the wall. I waited until he confirmed to himself that he could still breathe. He looked up at me, the fear gone, replaced by terror. Once I was convinced I had his undivided attention I hissed.
“Let that be a lesson to you son. Never, ever mess around with married women. I owe you a beating but I feel generous. At some point, Lorna may approach you to testify in court. Here is what your story will be. She picked you up at a bar, you followed her back here, you were banging her when her husband came home unexpectedly and threw you out. Now repeat that back to me.”
It took him only three goes to get it right.
“Ok, I’m not a cruel man, your sentence is hereby suspended for seven years. Say anything else in that time and I can promise you a beating you will feel for fourteen.”
I released him and was surprised when he didn’t immediately bolt. I took his hand and shook it.
“Nice doing business with you, Jeremy.”
The look of confusion on his face was comical as he finally again produced a sonic boom hitting the front door. Shortly thereafter I heard tyres screeching down the road. I casually returned to the bedroom. Lorna was still lying on the bed with cum leaking onto the top sheet from her still gaping ass. If I had been as turned on by humiliation as she evidently was, my erection could have been used to beat baby seals to death. In respect for our eight year relationship I thought I owed her an explanation.
“For the record dear, do you realise that not once in the last two days did you ever ask for my opinion on your little scheme. If you had, I hope I would have been honest enough to tell you that I found the mere thought of it sickening and abhorrent.”
“I know Jenny told you that this idea was so great because you would get to humiliate me. When you look back on this, being throat fucked till you puked, then ass raped, well you’ve really got to ask yourself. Which one of us has been humiliated, Lorna?”
I watched as her stunned expression changed as this all sank in. Tears started to form in her eyes. I said nothing for several minutes while she processed all that had happened. Finally her face settled on a look of confusion again.
“What’s this all been about, Dave?”
“Well, dearheart. Once I realised that our marriage was beyond redemption, I pretended to acquiesce to your little scheme to cuckold me. Once I had decided that you deserved to take nothing away from our marriage, I was left with a problem. How to make it look like you had broken your marriage vows and hence trigger the infidelity clause in our prenup. It took me three days to decide that I really didn’t have to do anything. All I had to do was to go along with your plan and with the help of my trusty camera there,” I nodded towards the camera still on the chair arm, “wait until you hoisted yourself on your own petard. I planted the idea of you doing anal with him hoping it would take root to make the video as bad as I could. The throat fuck was an unexpected bonus. I was going to take you up on your offer of not being here tonight but I decided to witness it. By watching you trying to destroy me with such gusto, I’m pretty sure I’ve hardened my heart to leave you with nothing and with no chance of me changing my mind. You know what a softie I can be.”
I watched as Lorna’s eyes flicked back and forth from me to the camera. She suddenly knew what it represented. Still, I was taken off guard when she lunged for it, grabbed it and headed for the bathroom. Shortly thereafter I heard the toilet flush. I had no doubt the innocent SIM card was heading for the sewerage plant. I patted my pocket confirming I still had the SIM card I’d removed earlier. The one with the stud’s permission to be filmed on it.
When the bathroom door opened again, I couldn’t see the expression on Lorna’s face. I was too busy removing the hidden camera from its place of concealment on the bookshelf. A lot of thought had gone into the placement of this camera. There was only one place in the whole room that showed the entire bed but not the chair or the door. I thought back over very recent history. Had the performers ever directly addressed the occupant of the humiliation chair? Possibly twice. Two portions of the soundtrack would be corrupted I predicted. I was already mentally deciding at what point the batteries had gone flat. I hoped no one would ever probe to the point that they would discover it was plugged into the mains.
Lorna, watching me retrieve the second camera, finally collapsed in utter defeat. I felt the need to justify myself.
“For the record dear, I sincerely believe I never treated you with anything but the utmost of respect and affection. Until you started to blackmail me under Jenny’s influence, I would have been happy to father our children and live happily ever after with you. I don’t know exactly when you went off the rails but you did, that’s for sure. A tip for your next marriage, if you’re going to plot with a friend, don’t do it where you can be overheard by a $249.95 listening device.”
At this point I picked up the envelope from the same shelf that the camera had been on and handed it to Lorna. She absentmindedly lifted the flap and pulled out the divorce paperwork.
After watching her stare blankly at the pages for the best part of a minute, I interrupted her reverie.
“Yes Lorna, our marriage is over. I will leave for the night. When I come back I expect you to be gone forever. I thank you for eight, mainly happy years, but I reached my breaking point about three weeks ago. You can pack all your clothes and jewelry while I’m gone. Please don’t be here when I come back. I urge you not to try and fight the divorce or the terms. Otherwise your parents, other family members, friends and fellow church goers will get a copy of our family home movie. You know, the one of you puking, being sodomised and trash talking me. Don’t even think that little Jeremy will back you up in court. He is choosing self-preservation.”
Lorna wasn’t looking so good. I had to strain to hear her when she muttered.
“But we’ve already decorated the nursery.”
Something inside me snapped at that comment. After all, my dreams of a happy family in the near future had been dealt a blow as well. Fuck, how self-centred had she become?
“Maybe you should listen to your next husband when he suggests you choose your friends more wisely. Give my regards to Jenny, I certainly will.”
With that I strode out the room, through the lounge but paused at the front door. Could I have just said no when Lorna raised her desire to turn me into a pussy. No. The drive was obviously so strong in her that it would have managed to manifest itself somehow, someday. Besides half the disrespect was in the asking. Plus, no one likes being blackmailed.
Only then did I return to my game plan. There was one loose end still. The conniving bitch that had started all this. There was only one place she would be and I didn’t need to have seen the partially opened bedroom curtain to know where that was. Knowing the bitch as I do, I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist peeping in on my humiliation. That was her payoff after all. The reward for months of effort.
Grabbing the pickaxe handle that I had conveniently left near the front door I started circling the house. She surprised me by not being outside the bedroom window. She was hidden in the bushes near the door. Obviously waiting for me to leave so she could pick up the pieces of Lorna. I looked at her. Cornered as she was, she looked at the weapon in my hand. I saw the realisation of her immediate future register. She knew the video camera in her hand was history, as was probably her watch and rings if I wanted it to appear like a mugging. I kept staring into her eyes. Even in the dark I recognised the precise moment it dawned on her that my only option here, apart from killing her, was one way or another extracting a promise of silence from her.
After briefly thinking about my alibi, I stepped forwards.
Hi, my name is Dave and I believe in the equality of the sexes. Equal pay, equal respect and equal accountability for evil acts perpetrated. I value respect, trust and honesty above all else. Mess with one of those and I will cut you off. Mess with all three and I will cut you down. I believe that good things have happened to good people and bad things have happened to bad. I am not an evil man. An evil man would have enjoyed what I just did. I didn’t. But I didn’t mention satisfaction did I?
The end
No joke this time, just some general knowledge relating to conjugal rights plus other marriage stuff. Remember, a day without gaining knowledge, is a day wasted.
In
olden times you needed a licence to have sex. The licence was issued by the
king via his representatives. The licence had one man’s name on it and one
woman’s. They could only have sex together. With the king’s blessing they could
now Fornicate Upon Consent of the King. Yes, they could now FUCK. That piece of
paper evolved into a marriage licence.
In Saxon olden times it was the father of the bride’s duty to supply his new son in law with mead for 28 days after the wedding. Mead is made from honey and thus this became known as the ‘honey moon’.
Also in olden times, on the wedding day, the father of the bride would throw one of his daughter’s shoes at the happy couple. This symbolised passing of responsibility for her upkeep from him to her husband. And you wondered why we tie shoes to the back of the wedding car.
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