Wayward Wife's Punishment
Chapter 15
If I hadn't been too busy being a male chauvinist pig, it might have
dawned on me that my little porn marathon had stirred up some things in Glinda.
In retrospect they had probably been buried and festering all the years she had
been doing the nasty with her dad and brothers. What I had naively thought were
positive responses to my training program, were instead signs that someone else
was coming out of the closet. There were some bizarre events about ready to go
down, and I'd be in the eye of the storm, so to speak.
I saw Glinda a number of times at work during the next week. She
appeared to be none the worse for her experience on Sunday, but my pupil seemed
to be kind of distant, even unfocused. However I didn't pick up any feelings of
anger towards me, which was a very good sign. Things were busy at the thought
factory, so there wasn't much time to dwell on her behavior. A very enjoyable
distraction surfaced in my mail at midweek, a fat folder from Allie, the long
awaited pictures of the swing club meeting.
There were sixty-nine photos in this latest care package. I'd have to
ask Allie one of these days if the number had any significance. Unlike the first
batch of pictures, very few of these bore any notes from Allie. After a quick
pass through the stack, I separated the choice ones for closer scrutiny,
noticing only a couple had any additional information posted on the back. It may
not have been a gangbang, but Jill had certainly made a lot of new friends,
almost equally divided between men and women. Her partners covered the spectrum
in terms of age, shape, and in the case of the men, size. The ladies had even
more granularity, splitting into such subgroups as fisters, lickers, face
sitters, plus dildo (strap-on and hand operated) and vibrator users.
One picture seemed to sum up the kind of fun and games that occurred at
the meeting. It showed a rather heavy-set, moon faced woman with gray hair, big
sagging tits and a beer belly seated on Jill's face with a look that could only
be described as contented. A thick dildo was protruding from my wife's asshole.
Another skinny, middle-aged lady with close cropped black hair had about half
her arm below the elbow wedged up Jill's cunt. To complete the tableau, a
good-looking blonde was holding a pocket rocket vibrator against my wayward
wife's fully exposed clit, the fingers of her other hand spread to keep the hood
of Jill's hot button out of the way. I would have given anything to see the look
on my slutty wife's face as the trio did their best to turn her inside out.
Another great shot was a close up of the gaping asshole of the "guest of
honor". Her raw, swollen, cum leaking backdoor looked like an infected wound.
Allie had scribbled "Six hours into the party and counting". There were shots of
Jill being simultaneously plugged fore and aft while her throat bulged from a
long thick cock that was tickling her tonsils. I enjoyed looking at the
photograph of her being pissed on by three guys. Her head was bent back by a
naked brunette with a hairy bush who had Jill's hair wrapped around her fist.
Piss was overflowing from her mouth while twin streams splattered across her
tightly shut eyes and teeth marked tits.
Over the next couple of evenings I spent considerable time revisiting
the record of Jill's first encounter with the local swingers. Trying to put them
into some kind of chronological order became an amusing pastime. After a few
tries the pictures fell into three segments beginning with Jill and one or two
partners, moving to her as part, usually the focus, of various groups, and then
finishing with a totally wasted "fuck pig" being used and abused by a small
number of hard core folks.
What the last bunch lacked in energy and looks, they made up for in
nastiness. Jill's body bore rings of teeth marks, especially on her big breasts,
rounded ass and the insides of her smooth tapering thighs. She also had a host
of minor cuts, scrapes and bruises that she'd picked up mostly from her stay
with the mean bunch. I'd be less than honest if I didn't admit that the sight of
her very hot naked body caused some shortness of breath and some growth in
another part of my anatomy.
During one of my passes through the picture stack I realized that the
cuffs Jill wore during this lengthy session looked identical to the pair that
Glinda had selected for herself, and that I had used to restrain her during part
of our wild weekend. The number of coincidences was beginning to pile up. The
voice in my head asked, "Can you spell nexus?" as the calliope wheezed back into
life in the background.
Late that week Glinda called me at home and we had a nice friendly chat.
She apologized for snubbing me, saying that she had some issues to get
straightened out with her roommate, Cindi. My student hinted that she could fit
another "lesson" into her weekend schedule. A time, Saturday afternoon, and a
place, my apartment, were quickly negotiated. Her parting comment, "I'll be
bringing my toys, all my toys." made me quiver with suppressed lust as my mind
began to develop this weekend's lesson plan.
Promptly at one o'clock came a knock at my door. There stood Glinda in
her sweat suit holding the hand of a plump brunette a few years older than she.
"This is Cindi, my new toy." Glinda announced as she shoved her companion across
the threshold. "Never a dull day", I thought as my plans for the session went
out the window.
Glinda dropped the gym bag she'd been carrying and barked "Strip bitch!
Let my teacher see the merchandise." While the plump babe wiggled out of her
clothing, Glinda quickly freed her body of the baggy sweats and her utilitarian
underwear. I wondered if she bought those stodgy undies by the dozen at some
grubby outlet warehouse store. That musing was instantly erased when her
fabulous form was revealed. It was now marred by patches of bruised flesh, teeth
marks, plus a goodly number of scratches and cuts, many obviously caused by some
one's fingernails. The thick mat of springy pubic hair that had been the source
of much teasing on my part was gone except for a small strip that outlined her
cunt. That particular new look certainly worked for me. For a few moments I
just gawked at Glinda's naked body, my mind trying to make sense out of the
marks it now carried. Then Cindi came into focus and confusion reigned supreme.
Her body was also decorated with similar cuts, bruises, scratches and
what looked to be burns. Not only that, most of the damage seemed to be located
in the same general areas as Glinda's. Cindi had a set of pear shaped tits that
already were beginning to droop. However they were topped off nicely with long,
thick nipples that flared out from the almost black areolas surrounding them.
She had the beginnings of a little pot belly that pooched over the fleshy flaps
of wrinkled skin guarding her cunt. Cindi was devoid of pubic hair. Her thighs
were thick columns when compared to the flowing geometry of Glinda's. My
examination was interrupted when Glinda delivered a loud slap to her companion's
ass. "Show him your butt so he can see what a bad girl you've been." The
brunette snapped to, turning to display her broad cheeks now criss-crossed with
welts and bruises. Someone, no doubt my rather precocious student, had been
laying the leather, big time, to that plump posterior.
I guess I was becoming jaded, because it wasn't a shock or even a big
surprise when Glinda did a slow turn and wiggled her well whipped, heart shaped
ass for my inspection. My whistle brought a silvery laugh from her. "I've also
been a bad girl, a very bad girl. My slave complains that her arm aches after
she gives me the sound strapping that I so richly deserve."
Perhaps I'd been living a sheltered life. Where were all the "normal"
women who liked, or at least pretended to like, fairly conventional sex done
with care, some degree of competence and an appreciation of their partner's
feelings about the matter? My life had taken a decided turn for the strange, no
doubt about that.
It didn't take a Rhodes scholar to figure out that these two were doing
some serious domination and submission game playing. Evidently they were
switchng roles,perhaps daily, which would explain the matching marks they
carried. Today Glinda was the top. My role was yet to be determined, but it
looked as if Cindi was in for a very stressful afternoon and perhaps evening. I
was curious about what happened at midnight, would Glinda turn into a wimpering
slave like some warped version of Cinderella?
Glinda's voice broke the spell as she shouted, " On your knees you
cock-crazed slut, and keep those hands behind your back! Show me how you can
suck, and you better make it good for him or I'll take the skin off that fat
ass!" I was the lucky beneficiary of Cindi's efforts to demonstrate her talent.
What she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. As her head bobbed back
and forth on my stiff joint, slobbering all over its rigid length,I realized
that as I had suspected, Glinda was the culprit who lifted the tapes. She was
evidently trying to recreate one of the later scenes in the tape we were
watching just before her "seizure".
Thinking ahead I wondered if her gym bag contained a dildo matching the
segmented monster used on the young, tastefully tattooed porn star wannabe in
the final scene of that tape. Even better, would Cindi finally have to take my
now twitching cock up her asshole before this little scene played itself out?
These questions were soon answered.
All good things must come to an end, and so after a time Glinda
commanded her slave to cease her efforts. This was not to my liking, but I
persevered. While Cindi sat back on her haunches, hands on her knees, awaiting
further instructions, Glinda rummaged around in the gym bag, pulling a variety
of very interesting items from its depths. "I need a pillow." Glinda said as she
organized her toys on the floor beside the coffee table. She pointed to that
piece of well worn furniture and said, "On your back with those legs spread."
While Cindi assumed the position,I came up with a pillow slightly stained from
the activities of the previous weekend.
As I watched, becoming more impressed by the minute, Glinda proceeded to
truss Cindi up like a Christmas turkey, her legs bent beneath the table and
anchored to its legs with short lengths of rope. Her cuffed wrists were pulled
over her head and joined to one of the support rungs below with another length
of rope. Her broad bottom rested on the pillow, elevating her bald cunt for easy
access and making her puckered asshole vulnerable as well. I was already
calculating what position would be best for me when I would be given permission
to sodomize her.
It got real kinky. Glinda was putting progressively larger and larger
toys into Cindi that buzzed, hummed or were just designed to scrape and stretch
the female innards. Cindi in turn was taking her mind off the wicked sensations
that these toys created by licking and sucking my asshole, a uniquely delightful
experience new to me. My little buddy was standing at attention, waiting for his
treat from the plump brunette.
Glinda really knew what she was doing when it came to teasing Cindi. I
could tell when the slave was getting close to climaxing by the way her tongue
moved, getting faster and trying to cover more territory than usual. It was then
that I would always hear the buzzing, humming or strange suctioning sounds that
the monster dildos made, slow or stop. This would be followed by a long drawn
out groan from the helpless woman. The vibration this produced in my bottom was
a real treat. One slave's frustration was this teacher's joy. The laughter from
Glinda indicated that she too was getting off on Cindi's plight.
Although I was repeatedly urged to "Slap her tits! Twist those nipples
until she screams! Yank those saggy bags off her chest! Pull her hair! Pound her
head against the table!", I declined with thanks. I knew, or at least thought I
knew, that violence was not my thing. Hopefully I was a lover, not a fighter.
Glinda was less than enchanted with my attitude. She tried to gain my sympathy
by describing all the terrible things that Cindi had done to her during the past
week. That didn't fly either. Then she started to insult my manhood, declaring
that I was a wimp or even worse, a pussy with a dick. At that point I invited
her to take a hike along with her companion.
When Glinda realized that I was deadly serious, she backed off and tried
to worm her way back into my good graces. "OK, I got a little crazy, but that
damned bitch has really gone to town on me. Not only that, she's threatening to
have some guys she knows work on me next Saturday. You call that fair?" Then she
played her trump card, saying with a knowing smile, " The least you could do for
me is give this bitch a good ass fucking. Is that asking too much? Why don't you
practice on her today and maybe I'll let you take a crack at my crack the next
time we get together." You talk about an offer you can't refuse, this was it!
I suggested that we take Cindi into my bedroom where it was more
comfortable, especially for me. The thought of doing her in the ass while she
was propped up on a pillow on the small coffee table didn't do much for me. Soon
the three of us were ensconced in my bedroom. Cindi, her hands still cuffed
behind her back, lay face up with her legs free of any bonds. Glinda was
straddling her, forcing her head against her pubic mound so Cindi's tongue could
be pleasuring her mistress while I reamed out her back channel. I had gotten
her legs up over my shoulders and had her in almost a jackknife position as I
knelt between her spread thighs.
I tongued her puckered entrance to provide some lubrication and relax
the tough muscle that guarded her colon. Meanwhile I could hear her slobbering
all over Glinda's pubes. The sounds and scents that soon enveloped the room
worked like some kind of aphrodisiac,making my cock as hard as stone. She
yielded easily to my initial thrust, her sphincter offering almost no resistance
as the head of my hard dick slid smoothly into her tight tunnel. I wondered if
the lack of resistance had anything to do with the enormous dildos that were in
Glinda's possession. It also crossed my mind that perhaps Glinda's anal
passageway would be just as accommodating for the same reason. I was determined
to find out sooner than later.
The three of us made the bedsprings squeak big time. My cock wormed its
way deeper into Cindi's bowels while Glinda ground her pussy up and down on her
face, smothering her grunts as I picked up the pace. I discovered that on the
downstroke Glinda's back was in range of my tongue. She shifted her body
somewhat and I was able to lick her shoulders and nuzzle her neck while I probed
Cindi's poop chute. Just as I was developing a good rhythm, Cindi's asshole
began to pulse in concert with my strokes. That was a new sensation which
quickly sent me over the edge. I filled Cindi's bottom with a goodly amount of
wigglers and withdrew with a loud pop. Glinda hardly noticed as she concentrated
on flattening Cindi's face with her pussy, seemingly more interested in
punishing her slave rather than deriving any sexual pleasure from this odd
coupling.
Cindi looked like a glazed donut by the time Glinda finished polishing
her face with her cunt. The drill sergeant quickly rearranged us; now Cindi was
on her stomach between my legs, giving my cock a thorough cleaning with lips and
tongue. Glinda was seated beside us playing with her slave's rump. She
alternated between delivering some vicious spanks to the woman's cheeks or
sticking her middle finger into her asshole to collect some of my spent
offering. Every time she whacked Cindi, the woman reacted by clamping down on my
joint or trying to swallow it, depending upon where she was working when she was
so rudely interrupted. Periodically Glinda would intrude and force Cindi to lick
off the goo that had coated her probing finger. When she got bored with that
routine she settled down and began to stroke my cock while Cindi kept the head
in her mouth. Now that is every man's dream, two women on his cock, trying to
get it hard or off, depending on your fantasy. Personally I wanted another go
at Cindi's bottom.
During the rest of the session which ended just about sunset, Glida put
Cindi through her paces. I was given ample time to familiarize myself with
Cindi's colon and to evaluate her oral capabilities. However Glinda skillfully
avoided any congress between us, devoting her time and attention to making Cindi
as uncomfortable as possible. Some of the highlights of our day involved
watching Glinda grind Cindi's cunt to a blistered strip of oozing crimson with
an industrial strength wheel vibrator so powerful that it required her to use
both hands to control it. Then there was the thrill of taking turns pumping air
into the inflatable dildo, trying to simulate the birthing experience for
Glinda's slave.
Another unique experience revolved around Cindi giving me an extended
blowjob while Glinda brought her to repeated climaxes with the pocket rocket in
combination with a large, pulsating, ribbed monster that was buried to the hilt
in her puffy cunt. Every time she came it felt as if my cock was being swallowed
whole. Unfortunately this little adventure came to an abrupt and unhappy
conclusion when Cindi, in the throes of a particularly intense meeting with her
maker, accidently bit down rather hard on my stiff cock, catching it in a death
grip about midway along its length.After determining that the damage to my
favorite external organ was minor and apologizing profusely for boxing Cindi's
ears in a mad effort to escape her teeth, I was given a chance to take my little
buddy for a test drive in Cindi's very sore, well stretched cunt.
This one happened in the bathroom. What made it so interesting was the
fact that she was holding the contents of a rather large enema thanks to the
collared bung that Glinda had worked up her asshole once she was done
administering the contents of the rubber bag that she had fished from the
recesses of that gym tote. Ever the gentleman, I took Cindi from the rear in a
standing position to avoid putting any additional stress on her bloated
midsection.While she shuddered and sweated from the strain the roiling contents
of her lower intestine were creating, I gave her a leisurely prodding, taking my
good old time. She was moaning and pleading hysterically by the time I dumped my
load into her loose cunt, wondering if there was a chance that one of my
weakened sperm might make the trek and somehow strike gold within her. That
would be some kind of warped form of justice for her attempt to turn me into a
demi-man.
When they took their leave Glinda let me know that my less than
enthusiastic response to her requests for assistance in disciplining her slave
for the day had put a dent, its size to be determined later, in our
relationship. At least she was honest enough to let me know what the problem
was. Deep down inside I doubted that I'd ever be able to deal out major doses of
physical pain and suffering to anyone. It would hurt to lose someone as gorgeous
as Glinda, but she had issues that hadn't even been addressed yet. I wasn't sure
I wanted to get more deeply involved with this bundle of conflicts, confusion
and contradictions. Besides there was a remote chance that Jill might see the
light and be returned to me as my loving wife. "Sure" that little voice
answered, "she'll probably fly back to you on a pig."
( To be continued )
