Wayward Wife's Punishment
Chapter 28
The guy responsible for the statement that in the dark all women are the
same probably never ate pussy in his life. I got busy becoming acquainted with
L-squared's honey pot as soon as the lights went off. It didn't take long before
a small trickle of pussy juice began to seep from her. It was salty-sweet with
an aftertaste that could only be described as tangy. She shifted her body to
guide me to the sweet spots that exist in every woman's secret place. The
trickle increased as I tongued and kissed my way up and down her smooth shaven
vulva, nibbling here and there to get some feel for what my lady enjoyed. When I
reached her clitoris and began sucking gently on that fat little nubbin of
concentrated sexuality, she gasped and pressed her moist cunt harder against my
lips. For the next few minutes or so I sucked and kissed her clit and lapped up
as much as I could of that viscous fluid that was now bubbling from between her
swelling cunt lips. Then without any warning whatsoever her hands came down on
the back of my head and she jammed my face into her hot, wet slit and uttered a
little moan as she squeezed off the first of what would prove to be numerous
orgasms.
My introduction to Lilith's pussy gave me a good indication that when it
came to bedroom protocol, this one was more of a taker than a giver. In that
respect she was like JJ, which was neither good nor bad, unless she too had a
locked metal chest under her bed. I came up for some air and decided to check
out her pillowy breasts. The nipples were already stiff and when I started
sucking on them she groaned and tossed from side to side. I tried to nip at her
big soft mounds and got a very intense response, which included jamming my face
down onto her tits and rubbing it across the pebbled skin. I began to wander
when it would be my turn to be explored; it was some time in coming. For sure
Lilith was taker and expected lots and lots of donations from yours truly as the
evening wore on.
By the time she got around to checking out my equipment to see if it was
in good working order, Mikey was rarin' to go. "Oh, how nice of you to be ready.
Let's get busy and put this stiff thing where it belongs." I wasted no time
complying with her request, which sounded more like a demand when I finally got
around to thinking about it. So I climbed aboard; Lilith was wet, very wet, and
as soon as I entered her she clamped her thighs closed and urged me to, "Pound
me good my darling, don't hold anything back! We have all night so don't worry
about anything but making me happy." I got busy and away we went at a brisk
canter that soon turned into a gallop as her hips swiveled more than a woman of
her age should be able to swivel . She was moving up to meet my thrusts and
grunting with every stroke I delivered. "Harder darling, harder!" she urged and
I went into overdrive, such as it was. She insisted that I deliver more and
immediately, so I kicked in the afterburners and went all out .
I didn't last more than a few minutes before flooding her cunt with a
good sized load of blind swimmers that began the trek up her birth canal,
seeking the holy grail that had long since been removed from her tabernacle. For
the moment we just lay motionless, our arms entwined, fingers exploring each
other's body. "I didn't come you naughty boy. You'll have to do me again and
soon. I'm an impatient woman as you will soon discover." I mentally sighed, and
then one of the tenants who occupied some of the open space within my mind
opined that I was in for a long, rough evening, and it was my own fault for
being such a pussy hound.
Lilith Landry crawled from her bed, donned a robe and padded off to the
bathroom, leaving me to lie there wondering what I had gotten myself into this
time. Perhaps the reason she had come here from Dallas was that she had run out
of men down there who would take the kind of orders she was already dishing out
to yours truly. I vowed to be more than a doormat for this bossy lady. She
returned and crawled back into bed. "Well, are you going down on me or shall I
start diddling myself?" Her words cut to the quick, whatever that was. I
grumbled and assumed the position, hands on her parted thighs, mouth attached to
her freshly douched pussy and tongue sliding in and out of that now dry tunnel
that had just minutes ago housed an armada of my blind tadpoles. Mikey was still
curled up in something resembling a fetal position, awaiting some signal from
either of us that it was time to rise and shine once more.
I decided to do some exploring with my tongue. I knew what happened when
I washed her fat clitoris and tickled that hot button with the tip of my tongue.
I wondered what would happen when I sucked a few hickies into her fleshy inner
thighs. I soon discovered that this activity made her thrash around a bit and
moan when I sucked especially hard and popped the puckered skin from my mouth.
Emboldened by my success, I moved downward to that sensitive region of skin
separating her anus from the bottom of her cunt. It only took a few seconds for
me to realize I was getting warm, very warm. She gasped and elevated her ass
from the sheets. I moved in for the kill, the tip of my tongue tracing a path of
pebbled skin that led to her sphincter. When I poked the tip of my tongue
against that tough muscle she shuddered. On the second poke she breached like a
whale and to my amazement turned her body over so that when she rested once more
on the sheets I was presented with her broad bottom with its two loaves of soft
rounded flesh, now held apart by her hands, opening her anus for my probing.
"Suck my asshole and make me come. DO IT!" I obeyed my commander and
chief, suctioning that chocolate starfish for all I was worth. This may sound
insane, but her asshole tasted almost sweet, and I could smell the scent of
lemon as my tongue burrowed past her winking brown eye. Then all hell broke
loose and I hung on for dear life as she exploded into one gigantic spasm that
made her shake from head to toes. The noises she made were eerie and loud, very
loud. I thanked my lucky stars that her house was set back from the road. It
would be kind of embarrassing to have to explain to the police why it sounded
like I had just committed some dastardly act on this fine upstanding citizen of
our fair city.
She just laid there gasping for breath, while Mikey packed up and limped
off the field of battle, still unsatisfied. Lilith Landry was one strange
bedmate. I dared not even speculate on what new perversion she wished me to
perform on her well upholstered body. I had almost drifted off to sleep when I
felt her hand groping for what was left of my erection. I heard her chuckle, or
was it cackle as she ascertained that I was not in the mood to continue. "Oh my,
this old lady has gotten a bit greedy, hasn't she? It's partially your fault for
being so willing to do my selfish bidding. Would you like me to make amends or
do you want to pout all by yourself?" That did it and I retaliated by giving her
rump a sound swat. "Oh my, you are a bit miffed I see! Why don't you save the
violence for our visitor tomorrow." This woman was obviously used to getting her
way and would brook no temper tantrums or wounded ego trips. I decided to make
the best of this rather unequal situation. I remembered the old cliche', "my
field, my rules"
"Whatever my mistress thinks best for this poor churl." I replied with a
harrumph that brought a giggle from Lilith. "Well spoke, peasant. How about a
nice blowjob? I promise to swallow every drop and smack my lips as well." I
realized that I definitely was not in her league and began to wonder why she
had dropped down in class to entertain me this way. While I was musing, she
wrapped her lips around what was left of Mikey and in less time than it takes to
tell, Lilith Landry had Mikey standing at attention, saluting for all he was
worth.
I just laid back and enjoyed the sensation that her practiced mouth,
lips and tongue produced. She took her own sweet time, varying the suction, and
taking some or all of my steely cock in and out of her mouth, coating it with
her saliva and tickling the head with that knowing tongue. It was when she began
to nibble on me that things got really interesting. A portion of me was
complaining bitterly that I'd been had again; this woman was truly a maneater
and my poor cock was going to be her next meal. Another part said just lay back
and enjoy the ride. Lilith gently bit my cock from tip to base and then back
again. Then she did some triple tonguing and proceeded to apply enough suction
that I felt as if my poor cock was about to collapse from the vacuum she
created.
Then I came. I was amazed that without any warning I was shooting off
like a roman candle at a fireworks display. I thought I would never stop
spurting; it was one of the most intense ejaculations I had ever had. True to
her word she captured every drop. Then she put her head down on the pillow and
began gargling with my offering. I was stunned speechless. Finally she gulped it
down with gusto and smacked her lips noisily as she declared that my cum was
quite tasty for a colonist. I could do nothing but moan. It had been worth all
the preliminaries to experience what she had just produced in me. "I'll do
anything to avoid having to sleep in a wet spot, or get up and douche again.
Remember that in the future young man." Those words were the last thing I
remember until morning.
As soon as I awoke I hopped from the bed, leaving Lilith to her dreams
as I headed for the bathroom to clean up and prepare for the arrival of Jillian
Jones. I still wasn't sure what Lilith had in store for JJ; we had never gotten
around to discussing that matter. To pass the time I made a list of some
treatments that would thoroughly humiliate her secretary without harming or
leaving any physical signs on Jillian's body. By now it was nearly seven, and
our guest was a mere two hours from being at the doorstep. I woke my hostess and
told her the time. She yawned and declared that there was enough time for me to
come back to bed and get her off with my tongue. I knew better than to argue.
Her cunt still tasted and smelled fine and so I had little difficulty wringing
an orgasm from my employer.
She went off like a rocket after about twenty minutes of steady licking,
sucking, kissing and nibbling of various intimate regions of her full figured
frame. I was dutifully lapping my way back and forth between her asshole and
cunt when the first rumblings occurred. I decided it would be safer to be
located at her cunt when she went off, and so that is where I was when she let
out a loud groan as my teeth clamped down on her fat clit and worried it like a
terrier with a rat, if you'll pardon my tasteless analogy. She shivered, shook
and gave me a mouthful of cunt juice that I handled with some difficulty. It was
kind of funny tasting stuff, not like anything I'd ever experienced from any of
the ladies I had enjoyed in recent times. As it turned out, L-squared was a
squirter, and the stuff she was squirting came from her Bartholin's gland, don't
ask me for its exact location, for I haven't the faintest. All I knew that it
was somewhere in her cunt; that was close enough for me.
At her invitation we showered together and fooled around just for the
hell of it, I guess. I was developing a pretty good head of steam from the way
her hand was toying with Mikey. So I retaliated by worming one then two and
finally three fingers up her snatch, which proved to be quite moist. We started
swapping spit and for a brief moment I thought we were going to wind up doing it
on the bathroom floor. Then she broke our lip lock and breathlessly informed me
that we had to get ready to host our weekend guest. I suggested we could adjourn
to the bedroom for a romp in the hay and let JJ feeze her fanny outside waiting
for us to let her into the place. Lilith granted that was a nice thought, but
decided in favor of the business at hand.
Over coffee she discussed the types of items that she intended to use to
make JJ rue her wicked ways. "I have a sturdy wooden paddle that I intend to use
on that hussy's bottom until it's so swollen the skin cracks apart. That is just
to get her warmed up for the cane. My secretary will spend the next few days
standing, or lying on her stomach. I can hardly wait to get her into my office
during the week and add to the welts that are going to be covering that big
behind and the rest of her body. I wonder what she'll say when I start giving
her a nice big enema of hot coffee, double boiled. Did you know that the body
can absorb things very quickly provided they are delivered via an enema? My dear
old secretary is going to be wired for sound after a couple of these very
special irrigations. Then of course I have a collection of douching solutions
that I intend to try out on her after I've stirred things up with my strap-on.
It's called Mr. Big, and it certainly is well named."
I was most impressed with her preparations, and began to wonder what my
role in this little soiree was going to be. Almost as if she could read my mind
she smiled and added, "I'll bet you are wondering where you fit in the grand
scheme of things?" It was my turn to be surprised. I admitted that the thought
had crossed my mind. Then she let me know why I was involved. "Since this woman
has chosen to besmirch your good name and has already badly treated you, I
thought it would make her punishment more demeaning still, if you were to
observe her in this most embarrassing situation. Of course I am hoping that
the role you choose to play will be more than a brief cameo appearance. I am
still waiting for you to make some additional suggestions for things that will
cause Ms Jones a great deal of humiliation."
Now the ball was in my court, so to speak, and I tried to rise to the
occasion. "How do you think she'd enjoy eating a nice big bar of soap, the
industrial strength type? Do you have something in the house that can block her
urethra? That would make for a good time if used in conjunction with a diuretic,
the kind that you can purchase at the local apothecary. I wonder how much tea or
coffee or perhaps urine she can swallow and hold down?" I took a break to see if
any of my suggestions had met with her approval. Her smiling face and the
clapping of her hands were the type of response that I'd hoped for.
"Well spoke my dear co-conspirator, apothecary indeed. How about a
medical supply house, wouldn't they have all sorts of gadgets that we might use
on Ms Jones?" I knew she was correct, but most of the things we might wish to
purchase could be only done by a physician. Then she smiled and snapped her
finger. "Let's improvise; why don't you draw up a list of interesting items that
might be used on the wicked witch and then you can go shopping for them at
perhaps the local hardware store or the like. In the interim I think that you
and I had better think about collecting our urine today. It should make for a
very distressing situation for our guest on the morrow. In fact, why don't you
nip off to the nearest hardware store as well as the local druggist , and see
what items you can accumulate . I will take responsibility for getting our guest
comfortably situated. Your arrival should make for a most unpleasant surprise
for my dear secretary." I had to give my boss a great deal of credit for
deviousness, and thanked my lucky stars that we were both on the same side.
I found a local contractor supplier and joined the small army of
carpenters, plumbers, electricians and other members of the various building
trades who were there at this early hour. As I discovered later in the hour, the
do-it-yourself types also frequented this huge hanger-like structure. I wandered
aimlessly throughout the place and in less than forty-five minutes had
accumulated an impressive collection of odds and ends all oriented toward making
JJ's weekend with us a most uncomfortable time.
I wondered if there were other people like myself rooting through the
aisles seeking out that special item to really torment their girl friend, wife,
daughter, husband, boy friend and the like. I began to get paranoid as the
female checker rang up my purchases that ranged from industrial strength ties to
oil soap, with stops to ring up hose clamps of various sizes, lengths of cables,
a coil of heavy rope, a spool of wire, velcro fasteners, insecticide, a set of
engraving tools and drain cleaner. She never batted an eyelash at my pile of
items, but did tell me that my credit card was in backwards, thus preventing her
from generating one of those neat computer printouts that I had to sign.
My trip through one of those chain drug stores that sell lots more than
just suppositories, aspirin, cough syrup and the like was equally enjoyable. I
picked up things to loosen up JJ's bowels and kidneys, linaments with dire
warnings about using too much or for too long, candidates that might be useful
for that special enema or douche that we might want to try out on our weekend
guest, ingredients that should not be used on the skin, certain mucous membranes
and internally. I even wandered far afield to purchase some upholstery grade
thread and a set of large sewing needles. This was for a special surprise I had
in store for my former tormentor. Then just as I was prepared to hit the
checkout counter, my eyes fell on these binder clips, a truly innovative torture
item disguised as school or office supplies. I could just imagine JJ's well
upholstered body covered with these little devils, biting into her soft flesh
mercilessly, making her feel as if any second they would break the skin and
begin chewing their way deeper and deeper into her bleeding flesh. As I paid the
clerk, I could not avoid breaking into a big smile at how successful my little
foray into this store had been.
Upon my return to Lilith's home I became a bit uneasy when I noticed
there wasn't any sign of what should have transported JJ to our little house
party. I tramped through the light covering of recent snow and rang the
doorbell. I stamped my feet to ward off the chill and waited, and waited. I rang
the bell once again and this time only let a minute or so elapse before pounding
on the door. At this point all sorts of thoughts were going through my head.
What if JJ had brought Frances with her and they had kidnapped Lilith , or
perhaps overpowered her and were holding her captive in her own home. Then where
was their car? Perhaps it was parked in her garage. Perhaps I ought to check out
the garage and make plans according to what I saw. I gave the bell another long
ring, then pounded on the door as hard as I could. I counted to ten very slowly
and turned around to head in the direction of the garage. I had taken maybe two
steps when I heard Lilith Landry's voice from inside the house shouting for me
to hold my horses, she was on her way.
The door opened and I entered. Lilith was wearing a set of exercise
sweats that did a good job of hiding her assets. Her face was a bit flushed, but
her eyes were dancing. I heaved a sigh of relief and blurted out, "I was getting
worried; there wasn't any car and I started to have all sorts of bad visions
about what that meant. I'm glad to see you looking so well. In fact I'd say you
look a bit smug. I take it our guest has arrived."
Lilith broke into a big smile and replied, "I was just putting the
finishing touches on securing our guest when you rang. Your timing was just a
bit off, sorry to have caused you any concern. Her roommate dropped her off and
will pick her up whenever I call her. Ms Jones has no clue that you are
involved; I did however inform her that I have a gentleman friend that would be
assisting me in her chastisement and I expected her to be properly deferential
towards him or suffer the consequences. So don't be at all surprised if she
propositions or begs you to use the paddle on her. One other thing, I've taken
the liberty of stopping up her ears so she won't be able to identify you until
we want her to know who my gentleman friend is." "
I followed her upstairs to another bedroom located on the opposite wing
of her home. She ushered me in and I got my first look at JJ. The woman was
naked as the day she was born. She was bent over a rectangular table, her ankles
bound to its legs, her wrists tightly roped and arms pulled taut by the rope
that anchored them to a ring on the side opposite her. She wore a sleeping mask
that acted as a blindfold, and I could see the tenseness in her body as she
awaited her fate. "Say hello to my friend you miserable tramp!" As she spoke,
Lilith landed a hard slap to JJ's broad bottom, leaving ther imprint of her open
hand on it. The fun had begun.
(To be continued)
