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As Lindy moved her crotch around, trying to get her young lover, Hugh to stick his dick in her harder, she noticed a little face peeking in the door. “Oh, you bad boy, Basil…are you being nosy?” Lindy smiled at the chubby husband of hers, wearing blue eye shadow and an apron.
Basil sighed. It had been quite an evening. Basil and Lucinda had had a big fight earlier in the week, because he was weary of her bringing lovers home in front of him. So Lindy had cut off the affection, and had barely consented to go to a party with Basil earlier in the evening.
The party had been very difficult for Basil..first because Lindy flirted with all these men there, and secondly because Basil had been robbed by the host’s college kid and her pals, and then assaulted and forced to service a Coral, a transsexual in the host’s bathroom.
Finally Basil had come up to Lindy and told her she could do as she liked, as long as she forgave him for being so judgmental. Lindy had taken Basil at his word, and they’d gone home with Hugh Munby, a hot young instructor at Basil’s college.
Lindy had fucked Munby four ways from Sunday, and now Hugh’s cock was somewhat depleted. Lucinda was not pleased with this development. “What can we do to get you going again, baby?” she asked Hugh, who was looking a little disappointed himself.
He’d cum twice in Lindy’s mouth and three times in her twat and once in her ass, and that was quite good for a twenty-five year old. “See, this is why I don’t let Basil cum much…so he’s always energetic.” Lindy said.
“Look at him, there in the doorway. He’s playing with himself, but he hasn’t spurted since November.” Hugh squinted at Basil, who was rubbing his thick dong up and down. “November?” Hugh said. “My God, and this is August.”
“Basil take off that silly apron and come over here…” Lindy smiled and crooked a long red nail. Basil wobbled over on his high heels. It was strange
Lindy hand’t ordered Bsail to dress this way, all she’d done was insist that she had to have her sexual freedom in her own house.
But as soon as Basil had really accepted that Lindy was going to be fucking another man in his house and lying with the guy in his marriage bed, Basil had undergone a peculiar transformation.
Right after they’d gotten home, and Basil had put Hugh’s coat away, he’d gone to his room, and stripped and dressed in high heels and an apron, and rouge, lipstick and Seventies light blue eyeshadow. (Basil had shaved of course, so he wouldn’t look too ludicrous with the makeup on.)
Then Basil had stepped into the kitchen on his spike heels and prepared champagne and a snack for Hugh and Lindy, which they’d eaten in the living room between intermingled kisses and lots of groping.
It was amazing how quickly Basil had accepted his role and he’d seemed to feel entirely content watching this thing going on with his wife and her lover.
It was almost as if Basil was Lindy’s adoring younger brother, possibly gay, and trying to give her a good time with this hot guy. The jealousy seemed to be gone.
Basil’s cock was still hard, indeed harder than ever, watching his wife with another man…watching Hugh caressing Lindy’s breasts, softly kissing her mouth, and God, how Lindy played with Hugh…much more gently than she ever played with Basil!
Usually, when Basil and Lindy were on the bed, either Basil was fucking Lindy, without being allowed to cum, or spending hours between her legs, licking away. When they lay side by side together, generally Basil’s hands were behind his back, and Lindy was teasing..
Lucinda had fingers that knew the texture and complete map of the sensitive nerves on Basil’s penis, and it was absolutely hopeless when she got started, because she’d have Basil begging and crying to cum like he never did when he jerked off alone.
Now Basil cowered, his erection tenting the little apron in front of Hugh and Lucinda on the bed. Lindy was stroking Hugh’s manly chest, and she was talking softly to Basil. “I know it must be a hard one tonight, darling. And to think of Coral, the transsexual at the party.”
Basil blushed. How had Lindy heard of that? It was so hopeless keeping anything from her. “But you know you’re my sweet little slaveboy.” Lucinda said, smiling, and Basil’s heart rolled over as it had when she first met him.
Hugh was puzzled. “I just don’t get it, Lindy. Sure it’s great that you and Professor Naples—“
Lindy chuckled. “Call him Basil for God’s sake, Hugh. You’re fucking his woman, and he’s watching you while wearing makeup and heels. How long can the respectful younger employee persona survive?”
Basil hung his head miserably. How he hoped this wouldn’t get around the college…
“Well, anyhow, Lindy.” Hugh said. “You and Basil have an open marriage, and that’s fine, but why won’t you give him any loving. The guy looks starved for sex.”
Hugh looked critically at Basil’s stiff, purplish cock. It did look rather neglected.
Lindy leaned back and both men looked at her full breasts through the pink teddy hungrily. “Well, first we don’t have an open marriage, silly.” Lindy stretched, and her boobs bounced. “If Basil fooled around I’d cut his nuts off.”
Lindy giggled, thinking of it. “I might do it anyway. Maybe I could use his testicles for earrings.” Basil started quivering and Hugh and Lindy laughed outright, looking at the panicked tranny boy.
But as Lucinda laughed, Basil smiled, and thought about how, despite her evil sense of humor, Lindy was so beautiful. God, with her ash blond hair and the cute little nightie. Oh, it drives me crazy, he thought.
Basil was so horny for Lindy. He had been cut off from her embraces and caresses for eight days now, and had had to spend a good deal of time just pleasuring himself alone in the bathroom, going through Lindy’s scented panties in the laundry, and sniffing and pulling.
And of course not cumming. Although Lindy had told him earlier in the week that he could cum if he liked because she was through with him for a while, Basil had hoped for a reconciliation, which had happened earlier this evening, and he was fully programmed not to cum until he was allowed to.
Hugh, not understanding, was still pressing Basil’s case. “Okay, you’re the dominant one. I’ve read about that. And you and Basil are content having you be the one who gets to fool around, but why won’t you fuck the poor guy once in a while, and let him cum…clean his pipes?”
Exasperated, Hugh pointed at Basil’s cock. “Look at his junk. Man it’s blue.”
Lindy looked at Basil’s cock and balls, and indeed they were a bit blue. Basil’s testicles were cock full of the backed up cum of three quarters of a year. His scrotum was swollen almost dangerously, as if he had a rubber band cutting off the blood.
And, Basil’s cock was huge and stiff, and somewhat purplish. “That’s unnatural” Hugh persisted. “Let Basil fuck you now, Lindy. I mean you’re complaining because you want me to fuck you again, and I’ve fucked you five or six times already.
I’m exhausted. From what you’ve said, poor Basil hasn’t fucked you in nine months. He made us this great food and drink, and waited on us hand and foot, so why can’t you give him a little pleasure?” Hugh looked earnestly at Lindy. “Let him fuck you for once.”
At this, both Basil and Lindy laughed. “No, no, Huey.” Lindy said smiling. “Basil hasn’t been allowed to orgasm in my pussy in almost five years. I make him fuck me until I cum over and over again—and you’ve seen how often that happens—and then when I’m done, he pulls out. He just holds back.”
Hugh was astonished. “Man, but you have such a tight pussy, Lindy—I couldn’t help cumming, and I don’t cum easily.”
“Well, Basil’s been trained to hold back” Lindy said cheerfully. “I think Basil had his last accident what, about three years ago? He had been sliding in and out of me, and he came accidentally-on-purpose, and I used the steam iron to punish his cock that time.
You can see the red scar on his cock head. No, Basil and I fuck frantically, and constantly. HE fucks me as many times as I want to cum, and holds back every time. Then Basil gives me a nice massage and I go to sleep and Basil takes a cold shower.”
As Lindy said this, she reached out and idly stroked Basil’s purple erection. Basil moaned as Lindy’s limber fingers wandered up and down his stiff, long denied shaft.
“God, you’re good at the hand jobs, Lindy” Hugh said, admiring. “And I’m ambidextrous.” Lindy said, taking Hugh’s cock in her other hand, and stroking both men’s cocks at the same time.
“Basil’s not been allowed to jerk off to cum in nine months and before that Basil had shorter periods of abstinence.” Lindy’s fingers tickled Basil’s frenum, and her other hand pulled Hugh’s cock until it was quite hard.
In spite of Hugh’s having sapped his semen six times, he was beginning to get quite hard. Lindy knew her way around the business end of a dick, Hugh thought.
As Lindy stroked Basil’s cock, Basil willed himself not to cum, as always. It was actually easier now than in the early days of this nine month stretch. But what if she gave him permission? Oh, then he could cum, and into her lovely hand, as well.
And she was playing with Hugh’s dick too, and she was sure to make her young lover squirt. Possibly Lindy was going to make some sort of ironic statement by letting them both cum at the same time.
Ironic, right? Hugh, who had just cum six times, and Basil who had been celibate since last fall. Though Lindy wasn’t bright enough to understand irony…but you never knew.
This might be the big one, the big orgasm, though Lindy didn’t usually like the gook on her delicate little hands. Certainly, she teased Basil constantly—tied to the hassock, on the couch, on the picnic table outside, while they were driving, but generally as soon as the precum began to squirt, his fastidious wife took her hand away.
No, on the rare occasions that Basil was allowed to cum, it was generally while he was kneeling in front of a dish, and he had to get the semen into the dish (or a full ashtray) or there would be hell to pay.
Once, after an extended period of chastity, Lindy had ordered Basil to jack off standing up, and she put a tiny shot glass four feet away from him.
“Now every dribble of cum that doesn’t make it into the shot is going to be licked up by you.” Lindy had said. “And it will be one month of chastity for every drop, and I define the drop—and ten whacks from my horsewhip, kiddo.”
This of course had taken all the joy out of the orgasm for Basil, and of course not one drop had made it into the shot glass. And that had resulted in months of chastity and a horrible horsewhipping.
But now, as Lindy’s beautiful tapered fingers trailed across Basil’s burgeoning shaft, and she alternately toyed with Hugh’s erection on the other side, Basil thought things might get better…and she might let him cum!
Hugh was distracted, asking nosy questions about their marriage.
“But it wasn’t always this way, was it?” Hugh asked “You must have had a point when you got Basil into this state…it’s weird, Lindy.
“How was it at first? I barely remember” Lindy said. “Back in 1997 when we were still fucking the normal way, and I gave Basil blowjobs and things were boring…until Basil told me all about his chastity fantasies and showed me his porn and websites.”
Lindy pumped both men’s penises harder as she recalled the olden days. “ At first I was giving Basil light spankings and letting him do a lot of the housework while I watched him and hit him with riding crops, and then…what happened?
Oh yes. Then when we’d fuck, I wouldn’t let Basil cum til the third time in an evening, and that was really hard for him.”
Hugh moaned and bit his tongue as Lindy rubbed his cock harder and faster, and Basil’s eyes looked glazed as Lindy played with his engorged dick for the first time in a week since she’d been so angry. It felt good, but of course frustrating.
“And then I stopped letting Basil cum in me, and quit blowing him, which he missed because I have a wicked set of lips.” Lindy said, with a mischevious look in her eyes. Basil and Hugh were barely listening, as Lindy’s fingers were doing such a job on their penises.
“Then I’d trade things…he could jerk off if he bought me perfume, he could jerk off if he cleaned the kitchen…and then I realized that I could just take over the bank account, and order Basil to do all that stuff, and still restrict his orgasms…and so I just did that.”
Lindy jerked both dicks like they were joysticks, and continued her fascinating story.
“And I embarrassed Basil…having him jerk off in front of my girlfriends, that was funny…whenever I thought of something new to do to him, I’d just throw it in, you know?” Lindy’s hands were busily dancing on the cocks, and it was getting quite enthralling.
“But then I was telling Basil that he could jerk off after I’d fucked him, but not every night, and then it was every three days I’d let him jerk off.
And boy, did Basil bitch about that, even more than he bitches now about not having cum in eight and a half months. But maybe Basil has forgotten about how good an orgasm feels, right?
And then I manded that he could only cum once a week, and I’d catch Basil cheating by jerking off into handkerchiefs, and I’d burn his Hustler and Playboy magazines and whip his ass and his dick with the razor strop you saw on the nail in the kitchen.”
“You beat his dick?” Hugh managed to ask between pants as Lindy’s hand was making his dick feel as if indeed, HE hadn’t cum in nine months. “But what if you hit Basil’s balls by accident? You might—oooh—ooh!”
Hugh suddenly came in spurts into Lindys hand, and she took it away, and Hugh watched through his orgasmic relief as she made Basil lick Hugh’s semen off her fingers. “Do you want to cum, too, Basil?” Lindy asked sweetly, as her fingers pulled Basil’s dick just a little more. “I know you’re ready, but you’ve been holding back.”
Basil gasped. “Yes, Miss Lucinda, I’d like to cum, as you let Hugh cum.” Lindy laughed and took her hand away from Basil’s cock, and slapped Basil on the cheek.
“Life’s unfair, Basil.” Lindy laughed, and Basil began weeping softly, realizing his turn to cum had not come, so to speak.
“What were you asking me, Hugh? That I should be afraid that I’d hit Basil’s balls when I’d whip his cock with the razor strop for masturbating without permission?” she asked.
Lindy reared back. “Basil go to the kitchen and get the razor strop. I want to show your Uncle Hugh something.”
Basil was alarmed. His fear of the razor strop was worse than his indignation that Lindy would refer to her young pup of a lover as “Uncle” Hugh.
“The razor strop? Please, Lindy, I’ve done nothing wrong, dearest.” Basil protested. “P-please don’t make me get the razor strop.” His cock was wilting now, in spite of itself.
Lindy looked steelily at her husband. “Basil after you behaved abominably all week with that nonsense about your home being your castle, you’ve finally started acting like a human being.”
Lindy looked severe.” Now I hope you meant what you said about being my obedient vassal and this being my castle.”
Fearfully, Basil stomped his foot. “Buh-but it hurts…”
Lindy sat up straight, her full breasts jutting out of the filmy teddy. “Basil Naples if I have to go and get the strop myself…”
“No, no” Basil clicked out of the room hurriedly on his high heels and Hugh had to laugh.
“You sure have him well trained.” Lindy smiled grimly.
“Well, it’s been work” she said. “That sort of disobedience won’t be tolerated.”
Hugh smiled, but a bit uneasily. This woman was serious!
Finally Basil came back with the razor strop, and as Lindy crooked her finger, he stood closer to the bed, with his hands behind his back, and his erect, purple cock close to the bed.
Lindy smiled at Hugh. “Now watch this…you think that the male testicles are that tender?” Lifting the razor strop, Lindy swung WHACK! WHACK! SLACK!
The strop slashed Basil’s hard penis five or six times and as Basil began dancing, never taking his hands out from behind his back, Lindy lifted Basil’s hard cock up and slapped his balls with the strop eight or ten times.
Finally Basil dropped to his knees and covered his cock and balls and cried bitterly.
“But he’s still alive, right?” Lindy said to Hugh, laughing. “To finish the story, for a good year, Basil could cum once a week, and then I moved it to once a month, and then once every two months, and then just occasionally.
You know, the kid who gets spending money now and then as opposed to the kid who gets an expected allowance. “Lindy finished, watching Basil get up.
“Now Basil’s done two six month stints between orgasms, and then this last time, I’ve just not seen any reason to let him cum just now. He’s really better for it.” Lindy smiled at Hugh. “Unlike you, he can fuck me ten times without wearing out…”
Lindy idly played with Basil’s cock again until it was beginning to stiffen, before she took a wooden ruler off the night table. “See, a penis can take any kind of punishment, you’d be so surprised.” WHACK WHACK WHACK! The ruler came down three times hard on Basil’s newly hard cock, and he stood grimacing, his hands behind his back.
Could he stand up to the punishment? Basil knew that that was what Lindy wanted—to show Hugh what a successful submissive she’d trained. There were more blows on the penis, and Basil tried to ignore them, tried to remain rock hard…oh…
Finally Lindy stopped hitting Basil’s cock. “What a good boy. You’ll get an orgasm yet..maybe not tonight, but soon enough.” Lindy crooned. Basil smiled, as tears smeared his makeup. It had really hurt.
Hugh looked quite sympathetic, but Basil noticed through his bleary eyes that Hugh was also somewhat aroused. Good God, was the man going to join Lucinda as Basil’s Master?
“But anyway, I want you to fuck me again, Hugh, and I know you’re limp from seven orgasms…but I think I have a way.” Lindy smiled and snapped her fingers at Basil before either man could speak.
“Basil, honey, why don’t you come in here and suck Hugh’s balls while he fucks me to make him more enthusiastic.” Lindy crooned. “Do this for Mamma.”
Basil stared at Hugh, and at his balls. Hugh seemed to consider, and then his support of Basil was gone. “Yeah…get to it, Basil.”
Basil climbed upon the bed as Hugh mounted Lindy, and took Hugh’s scrotum in his lipsticked mouth, moving his head as Hugh’s hips went up and down over Basil’s wife…and it was another night of the trashing of poor Basil!
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