When Bob, my husband, and I graduated from college, we moved back to his
home town where he joined his father’s insurance agency. I knew he would be
a success. Bob had a winning way with people. And I knew *we* would be a
success because I planned to manage Bob, our money, and our family. Managing
Bob included using sex to *bend* him to my ways. Fortunately, Bob liked
pleasing me, so I rarely denied him.
Bob found us a great duplex to rent. It was larger than an apartment of
equal rent and had a nice back yard. The owners, Mike and Julia, lived in
the other unit and were long time friends of Bob.
When we moved in, Julia immediately came over to greet us. She brought beer,
soft drinks, and a freshly baked cake. She gave me a hearty hug, which I
dislike from people I’ve just met, and hugged my husband even harder. She
was an earthy, big-breasted, untroubled women with a broad smile as if she
didn’t have a care in the world. I took an immediate dislike to her.
A little before lunch, Mike appeared, bearing hamburgers, fries, and soft
drinks. He was a big, hearty man. Like his wife, he had a laid back attitude
and a big grin. I didn’t like him either. I immediately thought living next
to them was going to be a mistake. I did *not* want my husband infected with
their relaxed ways.
It was me against them. A war began. A *war* for my dominance over my
husband and control of my marriage. I used every trick I knew, every wile I
had. But on the fourth Saturday after we moved in, I told Bob he simply
could *not* play golf with Mike and two of their other friends. He scowled
and walked out without saying a word.
We were having hamburgers with Mike and Julia that night, which we did every
Saturday night. We would lounge around the hot tub in their back yard, talk,
and maybe play scrabble or watch a video after dinner. When Bob came home
from playing golf about four, I coldly informed him we were not going to
Mike and Julia’s for dinner. He said we were. I told him if he went, I was
*leaving* him.
“Maybe that’s for the best. You really don’t give a damn about me,” he said.
There were tears in his eyes, but not in mine. I expected him to crater and
obey me, but he went out the back door and over to their unit.
I gave him twenty minutes to come back home before I marched over to their
unit. I was seething with anger. I threw open their door without knocking
and barged into their living room. Mike, Julia, and Bob were sitting and
talking.
“Bob, I *insist* you come home this instant,” I said churlishly.
“God, what a *bitch*!” Julia said.
“What did you call me?” I said. I was completely surprised she had said
that.
Julia sprang off the couch to confront me. She said, “You’re a *bitch*. A
spoiled, self-centered, manipulative, bitch!” Her eyes narrowed. “And a
bitch gets her sweet ass *spanked* until she realizes the error of her
ways.”
“How dare you,” I said. Before the words left my mouth, Mike was behind me.
He yanked my arms behind me to hold me in place as Julia undid my shorts.
She yanked my shorts and panties down my legs leaving me naked to their
prying eyes.
“Help me, Bob,” I said. He just smiled. Smiled in a way I’d never seen from
him.
In an instant, Mike was sitting down and I was face down over his lap with
my naked bottom terribly exposed and vulnerable. Julia undid my halter and
let it drop to the floor. I was completely naked now. Julia knelt in front
of me so she could look me right in the face. She took my wrists in her
hands to hold me. I never realized she was so strong.
Mike’s giant paw swatted my bottom. I screamed but he didn’t stop. He
swatted me again and again. Bob was watching me without revealing his
emotions. Julia looked angry. And Mike kept spanking me. He spanked me until
tears ran down my face and my poor bottom burned and throbbed. But the
burning and throbbing in my pussy seemed even worse. I never knew being
spanked was such a turn on.
“Now, Mike,” Julia said.
Mike’s finger drove up my cunt. Then two fingers. His knuckle pressed
against my clitoris.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
He was going to make me *orgasm*, humiliate me with my own needs and
desires, as my husband and his friends watched. I knew what was happening,
but I could *not* stop myself.
“Stop,” Julia commanded and Mike’s fingers left me hanging on the edge of
blessed relief.
“No! Please. No,” I whined.
“Beg your husband to fuck you,” Julia ordered me.
“Please, Bobby. I need you to fuck me hard,” I said.
When Bob stood and dropped his shorts, his hard cock popped into view. I’d
*never* seen anything so wonderful. Mike released me and I quickly lay on
the floor with my knees up to welcome my husband into me. I came on his
first hard, driving thrust up my pussy. And I kept coming. I came until I
was exhausted and I felt Bob’s cock stop, expand, and scald me with his
spunk.
Bob collapsed on me as we both caught out breath. Then he rolled off me but
continued holding my hands over my head. I was looking up into his face when
I felt a kiss on my pussy. He grabbed my chin, holding my head so I couldn’t
see who it was. I could only look into his eyes.
“Just let it happen, Pam,” Bob said lovingly but with a commanding finality
I don’t think I’d heard him use before.
Hands lifted my legs, giving the person eating me better access. Those hands
had nails. Long nails. I knew it was *Julia* slurping Bob’s spunk and making
me tingle.
“She’s going to make me come again, Bobby,” I whispered.
“Good,” he said.
He kissed me, a long, hard but sweet, loving kiss like I hadn’t had in a
while. When he broke the kiss, I orgasmed another time. I had *no* idea I
could come this much. Julia slithered up me, dragging her breasts up my body
until we were face to face with out pussies rubbing each other. She kissed
me. My first kiss from a woman.
“Tomorrow you’re *mine*,” she murmured.
She rolled off and Bob pulled me to my feet. He jerked me toward the
bedroom, hurrying me so much I stumbled. He pushed me on my back in the
middle of Mike and Julia’s queen-sized bed, fell on me, and held my arms
over my head. Quickly, Julia and Mike bound my arms that way. Bob kissed me
again, rolled off the bed, and stood looking down at me.
“Julia and I are going back to our place for the night. Tonight, you
*belong* to Mike. He won’t put up with your manipulation like I have,” Bob
said.
He kissed me again and Julia kissed me again before I watched them leave.
Mike was standing by the bed. I watched as he undressed. I knew he was a big
man, barrel-chested with strong arms and legs. I discovered all of him was
big. I discovered he didn’t take *no* from a woman. And, thankfully, I
discovered he could fuck all night.
When I awakened Sunday morning, I was alone with my hands still tied over my
head. My pussy was sore from the pounding it’d taken. My thighs were covered
in come. I had four large hickies Mike had given me. And I was more sexually
satisfied then I believed possible.
But I needed to pee. “Help!” I called out.
In a moment, Julia came in. She looked happy and rested. She unfastened my
hands and helped me to my feet. I was so sore I could hardly walk. Somehow,
I made it to the bathroom and peed. Julia took my hand and led me outside to
the patio. Bob and Mike were in the hot tub. I groaned as Julia and the guys
helped me enter the hot, swirling water. Bob gave me a kiss, two aspirins,
and a Coke to chase them down. Soon, the water was easing my pain.
“Now isn’t this more fun than manipulating,” Mike asked with his ever
present grin plastered on his face.
“Yes, it is,” I admitted. I looked at my husband and said, “I’m too sore to
fuck, but I’ll suck you off if you want me to.”
“Tonight,” he replied. “Today you belong to Julia.”
When I looked at Julia, I saw she had a chain in her hand. She wrapped the
chain around my neck, fastened it with a padlock so I was secure but couldn’
t choke, and sat back holding the other end.
“Are you going to spank me again?” I asked Julia.
“Do you need it?” she asked.
“No, but I might want it,” I said.
She kissed me hard while she mauled my breast. “Be a good little *slut* for
me and I’ll do all sorts of fun things to you,” she said.
