Wayward Wife's Punishment
Chapter 19
Considering all the strangeness that seemed to surround me these days, I
shouldn't have been surprised at what, or should I say who, greeted me as my
hostess ushered me into the living room. Rising with a thin-lipped smile was
none other than Frances Forbes, the woman who had substituted for JJ when she
went on holiday. All I could remember about her was the glasses and her short
red hair. Close up she appeared to be in her early 40s with a face that at best
could be described as strong. We were almost eye to eye, and the knit dress she
wore clung to her slim body. I guess I must have been a great source of
amusement to this pair, especially since my mouth was open, but no sound came
out. Then it hit me. Frances Forbes, FF; there it was again! What the hell was
with this alliteration in their names?
Without a by your leave, I collapsed onto the couch and took a deep
breath. "Pardon me, but I seem to be having some kind of a dizzy spell. Let me
catch my breath and everything should be all right." They exchanged a knowing
glance that convinced me that everything was not going to be all right at all.
JJ gave me a warm smile and asked, "Care for a drink before we sit down
to dinner? I'd guess that we'll be dining in about a half hour. Perhaps you and
Frances would like to get to know each other a little while I take care of
what's in the oven." All I could do was nod dumbly and stare at the redhead's
impressively flat midsection.
Dinner did not go well at all. The two of them played ping-pong, using
me as the ball. First one would ask a question about Glinda. I'd provide the
best answer I could under the circumstances and then the other would blow a hole
in my fabrication. I began to get really tired of their overhead smashes. I felt
like the guy with his pants down around his ankles, his dick hanging out and an
angry wife or girlfriend confronting him about the naked blonde curled up behind
him with a silly grin on her face. Gradually they worked me into a corner and
pounced. I did the only thing possible, I stonewalled them. That move probably
saved my ass for the moment, but it turned out they had plenty of other tricks
up their sleeves.
At JJ's insistence we returned to the living room and had an after
dinner drink and some more conversation. I learned that JJ and her companion had
been sharing the place for a number of years, except when Frances "had her
little flings with the opposite sex" to use JJ's words. The back and forth
between the two also revealed that both were bisexual and happily serviced each
other on a regular basis. As luck would have it Frances was having a "little
fling" with someone the last time I'd visited. I began to calculate the
probability that I'd be lucky this evening with either of them and didn't like
the odds.
The subject finally got around to what were they to do with their
naughty house guest for being less than honest with JJ about my little
assignation with Glinda. Frances played the heavy, suggesting I be cast out into
the darkness, never to return. The charade continued with JJ arguing facetiously
that instead I should be allowed to atone for my sins in the "quiet room", her
name for that stark area in which she and I had sported a month ago. The two of
them looked at me as if I were some tasty morsel, nodded their heads in mock
seriousness, then broke into big smiles. "I wonder how long he'll last this
evening?" Frances asked. JJ's face hardened a bit and she replied in a tone
tinged with menace, "As long as it takes to make you and I quite satisfied." The
fat was in the fire so to speak. We adjorned to that closed-in room.
A much larger bed now occupied the room, making the place seem even more
cramped.I wondered how long it had taken them to set it up. Certainly they had
spent some time planning this little tryst. The women quickly disrobed. JJ was
soon down to a pair of high cut panties covered with a pattern of bright
flowers, a gift from her niece. The only thing Fran had beneath that knit dress
was hose and a black lace garter belt that framed the small patch of reddish
curls guarding her cunt.
I think at some time or another every man has had the fantasy of being
in bed with two hot women taking turns draining him of his "precious essence" to
quote Jack D. Ripper. It was hard to believe that I was embarking on my third
three-way in less than a month. Technically the previous two encounters
qualified, but neither featured the level of interaction between parties that
this one did.
For openers JJ straddled my chest and reintroduced her wet fragrant cunt
to my mouth, swiveling her hips to make sure that we were properly coupled. Her
companion had settled down between my thighs and was giving my balls and cock a
tongue bath, on occasion moving down to that sensitive region between my balls
and asshole. JJ began face fucking me, her hips thrusting back and forth,
driving her wet slot against my face. In return I was worming my flickering
tongue in and out of her and laving her pubes with as much saliva as I could
generate. Our little battle was almost evenly contested.The same was not true
for the skirmish going on at my groin area. My genitals were being overwhelmed
by Fran's vigorous assault. This woman knew what she was doing, there was
absolutely no doubt about her skill.
Fran showed me some mercy just a few brief moments before my resistance
totally collapsed, which would have released a torrent of liquid lust that had
been approaching the boiling point within my tight, churning balls. Damn, this
woman was good! She paused to allow JJ to have total command over me. Their long
association had made them acutely sensitive to each other's impending orgasms.
JJ was about to have a major event,perhaps an 8 on the Big O scale. Without
further ado the plumpish British lady slammed her spasming snatch against my
face and clamped her meaty thighs tight around my head,imprisoning me within
this quaking maelstrom and damn near causing me to pass out from lack of air.
When I returned to the land of the living Fran was lying beside me,
licking up the juices that JJ had sprayed and dribbled all over my face. JJ was
still astride my heaving chest, leaning back with her arms extended for
support. I could hear her gasps and panting as she recovered from the little
explosion that had just ripped through her body. "Not bad for one so young.
There may be hope for you yet." JJ said, her voice soft and free of the rancor
that she had exhibited previously this evening.
Once Fran was satisfied that my face was free of JJ's spendings, she
rearranged herself so that she presented her flat bottom for some attention and
still was able to assist JJ in treating my genitals to an even more vigorous
treatment. My rigid member was held in Fran's firm grip while JJ did her best to
deep throat it. She gagged on more than one occasion, but finally achieved her
objective. It was a very odd sensation to feel one's cock surrounded by wet
tissue that moved convulsively. While I was enjoying this unique pleasure, Fran
was rocking her bottom up and down on my face and then pushing it back and
forth, offering me opportunities to sample her ass cheeks and that secret crack
that separated them. More times than not I had the chance to poke my stiff
tongue against her puckered asshole, something she seemed to enjoy.
JJ decided she wanted to take a pony ride, and away we went, my stiff
cock pistoning away inside her warm, wet tunnel. Fran sat up to get a better
view of the action, burying my nose between her cheeks. "Lick me you naughty
boy!" she hissed while JJ alternated between bouncing up and down on little
Mikey and resting her entire weight on me as I pumped away inside that clutching
cunt. I detected a lemony flavor and scent as my tongue stretched to its limit
to tickle Fran's labia for a brief moment before the strain forced it to relax
back into that area below her juicy snatch. She got high marks for the douching
solution she had chosen. Serving two demanding women at the same time had one
advantage, my lack of concentration on either one kept the pot from boiling over
too soon.
All good things must come to an end, and the efforts of the tandem
finally brought matters to a head. JJ took a hosing that surprised me, despite
the fact that I'd led a chaste existence for the past week. I got an even bigger
surprise when Fran went down on JJ, slurping and slobbering with an enthusiasm
that was truly amazing. I could hear JJ moan with pleasure as the contents of
her cunt were suctioned into Fran's mouth. It was a sight I'd never expected to
witness in person, but then again almost everything I'd experienced in the last
six weeks or so seemed to be some kind of first.
Rounds two and three came, in more ways than one, and went as the uneven
struggle between me and my two opponents continued. I had to admit that they
worked well together. Rarely was there a lull in the action and most of the time
they waged a two front campaign. They were taking no prisoners and leaving
nothing but scorched earth behind. Now I knew how the Germans must have felt
during the last days before Berlin fell.
The ladies declared a bathroom break, which included showering. We
managed to fit into the stall and a good time was had by all. Afterwards they
let me watch as they both douched and Fran reloaded her diaphragm. This got me
all hot and bothered and they were quick to make the most of my revitalized
state. JJ started the ball rolling by lying on her belly holding her plump
cheeks apart. I quickly sank the entire length of my hard tool into her asshole
which opened easily. My memory of our previous anal escapade was that it was
slow going for a few minutes before she was sufficiently relaxed to take a full
stroke. Someone had evidently been busy on her back entrance in the interim. My
guess was that her holiday included plenty of the old in and out. The only
remaining question was with who, or was it whom?
Fran got into the act, her knowing finger slipping past my sphincter and
probing until it found my prostate. Things got interesting after that, very
interesting. I picked up the pace and JJ responded by matching my pushes with
some thrusts of her own that added to the force that her asshole was
experiencing. Despite the prostate massage and the warm wraparound stimulation
of JJ's buuthole, lttle Mikey was unable to pull the lanyard. I finally had to
take a break and admit that my two fuck buddies were wearing me out. That proved
to be a big mistake. JJ suggested that I stretch out, close my eyes and even
consider taking a brief nap, promising that she and Fran would keep watch over
me. Fool that I was, I took the bait and soon was fast asleep.
I was having this great sex dream where my cock was being sucked by my
favorite porn star, while her companion, another sex symbol from the past ably
assisted her by licking my balls. Then I woke up to reality. Indeed my cock and
balls were being skillfully stimulated, but not by a pair of big titted, dyed
blonde, tastefully tattooed, semi-pro whores. When I tried to move, it hit me.
My wrists and ankles were securely held by those manacles that used to hang by
the corners of the bed. I stared down at the two bobbing heads working away on
me, just beginnig to realize the gravity of the situation. One of the heads
popped up, it was JJ, and she said, " Having a nice dream I presume, welcome
back." She was quickly joined by a smirking Fran who kept gently stroking my
stiff cock as JJ continued. "It's not polite or very nice to leave your
partners unsatisfied. Too bad, you were doing so well. Now it appears that
sterner measures must be used to make you live up to your part of the bargain."
At that point I realized that I was well and truly screwed to the wall, or was
it the bed?
A few tentative pulls on my bonds made it official, I was at their
mercy. JJ climbed off the bed and I heard the click of a lock being opened. At
least my curiosity about the contents of that metal box was going to be
satisfied. Fran continued to make sure that all my systems were in working
order, her hand picking up the pace whenever Mikey started to slouch. A smiling
JJ surfaced, a number of "adult novelties" in her hands. I wondered if she
shopped at the same place Glinda and I had patronized.
In retrospect my evening wasn't a total waste. I learned that I never
wanted to be a bottom. My general unease about kinky women and their ability to
screw up my life was reinforced. I also learned that it could be very painful to
ejaculate when one's seminal fluid level was at zero; it's akin to passing fire
instead of piss. On the subject of piss I learned that it didn't taste that bad
in small quantities, but in large amounts it left a residue, real or imagined,
that took plenty of toothpaste and mouthwash to eliminate. Finally I learned
that one woman was fine, but two could be extremely hazardous to one's health
and self esteem. It would be less than honest or manly to avoid providing some
of the gory details. Perhaps by reliving my humiliating experience it may be
possible to avoid long term damage to my psyche.
It is difficult to select the low point of my evening in bondage.
Kissing Fran's asshole exactly one hundred times and counting every one aloud is
right up there with giving JJ's armpits a thorough tongue bath and developing an
erection that even impressed my two tormentors. Naturally they had to see if
licking any other portions of their anatomies would create the same reaction.
JJ's bottom proved to be somewhat stimulating, but Fran and I seemed to be
incompatible. I then learned another lesson about being with more than one woman
at the same time. Women are quite competitive when it comes to demonstrating
their attractiveness. Woe to the poor male who by accident or design causes some
embarrassment in this arena to a woman before her peer or peers. Let me just say
that kissing her asshole the second time was done while she was demonstrating
extreme prejudice to my efforts. JJ thought it was hilarious, but I was not
amused.
A cock ring can be of benefit in some circumstances.However it can also
be turned against the hapless and helpless male. Once the ladies got bored with
bouncing up and down on their human dildo, albeit one lacking in the type of
length and girth that they usually employ, it was time for some experimentation.
They discovered that no matter how much they tightened this simple device my
cock was incapable of storing any additional blood within its confines. In turn
I discovered what it must be like to be a eunuch; a numbing sense of loss that
totally debilitated my spirit. On the other hand having a numbed cock had
advantages as well as disadvantages. I didn't feel much except pressure when
Fran decided to cover my stiff length of swollen meat with teeth marks. However
I went through the roof when she nipped my scrotum, misjudging the force she
applied. Later when my sore dick was freed from the cock ring I literally cried
from the pain associated with the return of feeling. Fortunately neither woman
noticed because my face was buried in Fran's crotch, providing some little
shocks of pleasure as I nibbled my way from the base of her wet cunt to the fat
clit that sat atop her gaping maw.
A particularly fiendish toy was the wand, a vibrator mounted to a long
piece of molded plastic that was configured to make contacting the prostate
almost automatic. The first time that lubed length of plastic entered my anal
passage and docked against that walnut sized trigger, my feelings were
ambivalent to put it mildly. On the one hand there was a degree of humiliation
to having a woman, JJ in this case, working a buzzing device up ones asshole in
full view of another woman who was obviously enjoying my embarrassment. Then
there was the delightful sensation of having this internal massage stimulate
that bundle of nerve endings.
My tired cock began to respond, and in minutes I was the possessor of a
rather impressive erection. Then the fun really began. Fran slathered some kind
of oil all over my stiff cock and commenced jacking me off with enthusiasm.
Silly me, I thought I was going to get off. Well I finally did, but between her
fast start and very slow finish, my balls were squeezed mercilessly every time I
gave signs of an impending discharge, taking the edge off things so to speak.
Toward the end all I could think of was getting off, no matter what. I found
myself mindlessly thrusting my hips in rhythm with her stroking in hopes that
some extra pressure might do the trick. When I finally shot a watery stream of
semen-poor juice onto my heaving belly, the ladies gave me a mock cheer and a
slow round of applause. At that point I didn't care, I had gotten off, my holy
grail had been found, my reason for existence validated. In other words I was
completely and totally fucked up beyond belief by these two harpies from hell.
The worse part was I was beginning to like it.
I have to admit that there were times during this ordeal that I just let
myself go and went with whatever the ladies were dishing out. During these
periods I didn't seem to have a care in the world; someone else was doing all
the thinking and and making all the choices for me. This was not a bad thing.
Perhaps that is what's so appealing to people who want to be totally submissive
to an authority figure. Maybe it's another way of returning to the womb. I do
know one thing, that evening I took a walk on the other side of the street and
it wasn't all that bad.
During my period in bondage they made me pop my nuts three times.
Considering that prior to having the tables turned on me I'd managed to make
three deposits of little wigglers, what occurred afterwards bordered on cruel
and unusual punishment. The second time they forced a few dribbles from my sore,
twitching cock required plenty of teamwork from the pair. My depleted balls and
that super sensitive region between my asshole and cock were treated with a
pocket rocket as well as the wand. While my rod remained rigid, no action was
forthcoming until JJ produced the silver bullet, a tapering ten-inch vibrating
cylinder that she slipped into my asshole. While Fran grinned and mercilessly
jacked my dick, using a leather glove to protect her tender skin and produce
even more friction, JJ began to ass fuck me with that tool of the devil. I hate
to admit it, but I really got into being sodomized by her. I started to
speculate on what it might feel to be bent over while she drilled my ass with a
strap-on dildo. Some time later my cock twitched and a few drops of clear fluid
dribbled onto Fran's gloved hand. The ladies celebrated their latest triumph as
I gasped for air, totally depleted.
They disappeared for a few minutes, reminding me that my bladder needed
draining. They seemed refreshed and eager for more fun and games upon their
return. As far as I was concerned, this party was over because the guest of
honor was on the verge of death from dehydration. Fran must have been a mind
reader because she ordered me to open my mouth for a treat. By this time I was
completely under their control, their wish was my command. I opened wide and
Fran hawked up a dollop of phlegm for my consideration. I was too stunned to do
anything but hold the mixture of saliva and mucus in my mouth. JJ followed suit
and a second, even larger amount of spit joined Fran's contribution. "Don't you
dare swallow that or I'll take the skin off that miserable little worm of a
cock." JJ snarled. If it were possible for my dick to get any more shriveled it
would have, so great was my fear. These two women were really getting crazy and
there was not a damned thing I could do about it.
They took turns spitting into my mouth until they were dry. Then it got
worse. JJ produced a small bottle filled with a rich yellow fluid and leaned
over to put it to my lips while she said, "Here's a little something that Fran
and I thought you'd enjoy to wash down all that nice saliva we gave you. Drink
up!" At this point they owned me; I made no effort to prevnt her from pouring
the contents of the bottle into my mouth. " Swish it around before you swallow."
Fran crooned, her hand cupping my balls and giving them a good hard squeeze. I
followed her instructions to the letter and soon the combination of their piss,
saliva and mucus went sliding down into my belly. The foul mixture was very
salty and had a finish that could only be described as harsh and pungent.
While the contents of my stomach roiled and rumbled my two torturers
amused themselves by toying with my limp cock. Fran actually played crack the
whip with poor Mikey, slapping the head sharply against the palm of her hand. "
How about coming for us on more time? Once you do that we'll let you go." Fran
said. That tight lipped smile told me she knew I was finished. All this bitch
wanted to do was degrade me a little bit more. Visions of what I'd be doing to
her the first chance I got flashed before my eyes. I glanced over to JJ to see
where she stood. The look on her face was neutral, as if she was just an
innocent bystander. I made some more room for her in my vision. She'd look real
good with her cunt stuffed with a mechanically pumped inflatible dildo.
For the next hour they put me through the wringer, using all their
feminine charm and wiles to revive me. Getting me hard was one thing, getting me
off was another altogether different animal. I kissed Fran's asshole while JJ
ran the wand up my asshole. I licked JJ armpits as Fran ran the pocket rocket
from my asshole to my balls. Fran jerked me off into JJ's mouth and after some
fruitless minutes, they switched positions. My aching balls were licked, sucked
and Fran even tried to swallow them. JJ produced another larger bottle of piss,
one that had been aging in the refrigerator since midday.
It took some time and a lot of coaxing before I downed almost a quart of
their cold, nearly tasteless piss. The need to pee became acute, but as luck
would have it a second pass through JJ's damp armpits did the trick and my
little buddy slowly came to attention. The rest was all down hill. JJ alternated
between the silver bullet and the wand while Fran did double duty, her gloved
hand jacking my poor sore cock relentlessly as she ran the pocket rocket up and
down my groin, occasionally letting it roam around the top of my throbbing cock.
Without any warning my prostate began to pulsate, signaling my tight shrunken
balls to begin producing some baby-making fluid. It is impossible to describe
the sensation of having a phantom ejaculation. It's as if every part of you,
from your asshole to the tip of your dick has burst into flame. That was my last
recollection before I passed out.
They had freed me while I was unconscious. In fact when I awoke Fran was
holding a bag of ice against my aching balls and shriveled cock while JJ used a
soft towel to wipe the sweat from my chest and face. I needed assistance to make
the walk to the bathroom so I could rid myself of what seemed like a gallon of
piss. When I left the house the sun was just beginning to pierce the darkness. I
had declined their kind offer to sleep at their place, deciding to take my
chances on the road rather than put myself into more jeopardy. I was too tired
even to think about planning a suitable revenge for their cruel trickery.
