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Chapter 17 Penelope’s Big Surprise
Penelope and I were in a sandwich shop on Mass Ave when she described her plan to catch the killers. She surprised the hell out of me.
“You say you have an entre to Club Macabre,” said Penelope looking very serious. She’d seemed on edge. Something was up I could tell.
“Yes, an old friend, Violent Addison, has offered to sponsor me,” I said.
“Is she someone you fucked before,” asked Penelope trying to make her use of the F word sound normal?
I sometimes answer nosy questions in ways calculated to shock the questioner.
“Yes, I screwed the whole family, Violet plus her mom and dad and two of the maids. Violet’s parents are dead now. Her mother was a great lady,” I said before taking a bite of my Panini.
“Christ! Is there anyone in Beantown you haven’t fucked,” said Penelope with a look of disgust?
“I haven’t fucked you,” I said.
“That brings me to my point. Can this Violet be persuaded to sponsor us as a submissive couple,” asked Penelope?
I wasn’t sure I heard her right. Clarification was needed.
“Us, as in you and me, pretending that we are a married couple, submitting to the sexual whims of the most depraved people in the commonwealth since the days of the Puritan Saints,” I said.
“Yes, we have to find the killers responsible before they decamp for another city. If they leave Boston, I’ll have to start all over again. I’ll probably be taken off the case,” said Penelope looking upset at the possibility of failure on a high profile crime.
“But you have any idea what that would require of us,” I asked? This was the same female who a couple of days ago had threatened my life and career if I came on to her.
“Yes, I have to have sex with you along with other members of Club Macabre including females. There would be sex, pain, and perversions. I think I should warn you that I’m not very experienced in the world of kinky sex. I wish there was another way but it’s worth it if it saves lives,” said Penelope tilting her chin upward and straightening her shoulders to communicate what a heroic sacrifice she was offering.
“Dogs too,” I added. Obviously, she had no idea other members of the animal kingdom may be involved. I left out horses, burros, and chimpanzees. I didn’t want to frighten her. Violet had mentioned that they have a specially designed fixture that permits a horse or donkey to safely mount a female. Violet had qualified the term safely by adding, “Of course, my cervix bled for a week afterwards.”
“You mean members are expected to have sex with dogs? That’s disgusting and illegal,” said Penelope looking aghast.
“Look, you need to understand that in their world there are very few limits. You’ll be with people who have no qualms about making you wrap your lips around a slimy dog cock and swallow every drop of what comes out including piss,” I said trying to make sure she understood what would be expected. “You will be subjected to the complete repertory of the Marquis de Sade plus a host of perverted acts he didn’t think of.
I ate quietly while she mulled it over. Obviously she hadn’t considered all the possibilities. After a few minutes, she changed her expression and made an announcement.
“The case is too important to allow my petty scruples to get in the way. People are dying,” said Penelope with more of the Joan of Arc look in her eyes.
I had a slightly different perspective. She is an ambitious career woman. Solving a big case would put her on the fast track to a senior position in the bureau. I’d heard the Agent In Charge or AIC of the Boston Office was on the verge of retirement. Boston was an important regional office, responsible for all of New England.
“Are you sure you’re okay with that,” I asked uncertain what might happen if I pronged the bitch and we failed to solve the case.
“Yes, but I expect you to keep your mouth shut. If my panty goes up on the bulletin board in your squad room signed with your name and mine, I will personally slit open your ball sack and remove your testicles,” said Penelope holding up a dinner knife to emphasize her point.
She was one tough cunt and my scrotum twinged at the prospect of her doing exactly that. My recent brush with castration had made me wary of losing my balls.
“I swear I will not carve a Penelope Grace notch in my bedpost. I’ll take to my grave what ever happens. I promise,” I said wondering how long I would have to wait before I told my brother officers that I had nailed her. I pictured myself chewing on her nipples until they were bleeding and raw. I questioned whether she really understood what she was getting herself into. There was another consideration, however.
“You’re married,” I said broaching a topic that needed to be discussed. I’d gotten in trouble laying pipe to the spouse of a fellow law enforcement officer. Karl Grace led a FBI hostage rescue team and according to my illicit search of FBI personnel files was a highly skilled marksperson.
The possibility my head would explode like JFK’s occurred to me. I’d be leaving work and Karl would be a mile away on the roof of the Federal Building with a sniper rifle.
Karl would whisper, “Die, you wife fucking bastard,” as he squeezed the trigger. My brains would spray out over the pavement in a fine mist.
“I told him last night about our plans. He agreed but with certain provisions that involve you. I need your cooperation in meeting his requirements,” said Penelope.
I had no part in making, “our plans,” not that it mattered. I wondered if Karl had already taken position for a kill shot the moment I left the sandwich shop.
“Cooperate how,” I asked?
Penelope looked thoughtful for a brief second before plunging ahead.
“You’re married to someone for fourteen years and think you know them but you’re wrong. There are always surprises. I’d expected Karl to grudgingly agree or say no way was he going to let you and a bunch of strangers screw me but I was so wrong,” said Penelope misting up a little.
It appeared that Karl did not belong to that caste of noble men who prize and protect their wife’s virtue above all else. Penelope had wrongly assumed he was her knight in shining armor. I suppose finding out your husband is not particularly concerned who fucks you is disconcerting.
“Well, it is an important case and people are dying,” I offered to hurry her along. My curiosity was raging out of control.
“Karl wants to watch us,” blurted out Penelope.
“Watch us what,” I asked being disingenuous? After the way, she had humiliated me at the crime scene yesterday, I was extracting payback. It was a stupid question and of course I knew the answer. Keeping a smile off my face kept every ounce of self control I possessed.
“Make love,” said Penelope.
I had experience of husbands who get turned on watching other men screw their wives. There is a category of Craig’s List where one finds MW4M advertisements. The man and woman or MW are usually looking for a well hung male or M who will plow the wife’s furrow while hubby videos the action. Blacks and Latinos are much preferred for this kind of film. Watching a long hard ebony cock descend into your wife’s white pussy is the ultimate turn on for some.
Years ago, on a lark I answered such ads with my picture and stats. Most of the couples turned out to be in their forties and fifties. However the wives weren’t all that bad and the husbands showed their appreciation by sucking my sperm from their wives’ love tunnel like it was mother’s milk.
Often, the husbands sometimes had a hidden agenda involving humiliation of a domineering wife. I didn’t know Karl Grace but I knew his wife was a castrating bitch who probably made Karl seem less of a man. My guess was that Karl would agree to and join in anything that degraded her.
“He would be present,” I asked?
“Yes, he wants to make a video. I assume you would have no problem performing in front of an audience,” said Penelope showing a surprising naïveté about Karl’s real motives.
In my view, the video was a dead giveaway as to what Karl really wanted. A permanent record of proud Penelope brought low.
I’d fucked women and men with hundreds watching. Being watched was a turn on.
“No, I can handle that,” I said.
“Karl is very organized. He made a list of things he wants us to do,” said Penelope reaching into her purse for a sheet of paper.
It was a printout of an Excel spreadsheet.
“This is quite a list,” I said after scanning from top to bottom. I’d be a busy little wife fucker. Anal was at the top of the list along with ass play. It was in alphabetical order.
“So can you come to dinner tonight? We’re having veal marsala,” said Penelope.
“I’d be delighted,” I said after going through the motions of checking my Blackberry. I planned to give Penelope Morgan Grace the most degrading fuck of her life. I had a few things of my own to add to Karl’s spreadsheet.
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“That was wonderful. I seldom get a good home cooked meal,” I said as Karl cleared the plates.
It was a sincere compliment. The veal was perfect. I don’t cook and other than taking a pizza out of the freezer and sticking it in the oven I had never seen Nikki or Darlene perform in the kitchen. Nor for that matter did they clean up after themselves. Fucking was their only domestic skill, but they were superb at.
I was in the historic Boston suburb of Lexington, where the embattled Minutemen stood and fired the shot heard round the world. However, the Grace home was recently constructed on a quiet cul-de-sac. I suppose the current term is McMansion. When I arrived, Karl gave me for a tour of the five bedrooms, three and a half bath domicile while Penelope finished up dinner.
He proudly showed me his basement workshop where he turned out his version of Early American furniture. There was a certain awkwardness when we entered the master bedroom suite. The king bed was stripped down to the top sheet with the bedding folded neatly on a nearby chair. Tripod mounted video cameras were positioned on each side of the bed.
“Who’s going to edit the video,” I asked taking a look through the camera’s viewfinder?
“A buddy of mine has the hardware and software to get the job done,” said Karl keeping his voice low.
I was a little surprised Karl would turn over the video to a buddy. Didn’t he realize his friend would keep a copy to jerk off to or post on an amateur porn Wed site for the world to view? Some people are very naïve when it comes to such matters.
“Can you email me a finished copy,” I asked?
“Yes, as long as Pen doesn’t know,” whispered Karl.
I pictured myself hosting a squad meeting in the upstairs room at The Shield where I would show the video. The after hours police club was a great place for the guys to get together after work and swap stories about who they had been fucking. Putting it to an FBI couple would up my status.
It had been a very quiet dinner. My hosts were more than a little nervous which led to their consumption of two bottles of pinot grigio. I’d worked hard at small talk, something I’m not good at. Their two boys were spending the night at Karl’s sister thereby removing the possibility they would blunder in and catch their mother with my dick in her mouth.
“If it’s all right, we can have coffee and dessert afterwards. Karl made a chocolate truffle tart,” said Penelope.
“A tart after a tart,” I said making a lame joke.
That occasioned some forced laughter from the pair. I decided it was time to get the party rolling.
“Karl, tell me about the first time you screwed your wife,” I asked boldly in hope of breaking the ice with sex talk.
That brought on a sharp look from Penelope but Karl smiled and appeared to take pleasure in recounting their first time. He was pretty straightforward about it.
“We started dating right after we graduated Quantico. It was our second date. After dinner we went back to my place and made out on the couch. She got worked up after I finger fucked her pussy. She practically raped me,” said Karl.
“It was our fifth date,” interrupted Penelope.
“Only if you count having lunch together in the cafeteria as a date,” said Karl.
“How long did it take to get to second base,” I asked?
“She let me feel her tits on the first date,” said Karl after considering my question.
“You did not,” said Penelope.
“You got your hand inside her bra on the first date. That’s pretty sluttish,” I asked.
“Yes, sweet little Penelope was practically a nympho in those days. I thought she was going to put out then but she backed off at the last minute, probably to keep me from thinking she was a whore,” said Karl.
“Take off your top so we can see your tits, Penelope,” I said.
“Can’t we wait until we’re in the bedroom,” asked Penelope her face showing the first signs of disquiet? She had wrongly supposed it was going to be a quick fuck and out the door.
“Simon said for you to strip, so do it. Remember our agreement,” said Karl in a no nonsense voice.
Obviously, Penelope’s willingness to sacrifice her honor on the altar of her career had made Karl the signal caller. For the first time in years he was showing he still had a pair of balls.
“All right,” she said attacking the first button on her blouse thereby acknowledging inferior status.
I have always had a good sense of family dynamics. My assumptions about the nature of the Grace’s relationship were turning out to be correct.
While Penelope started to disrobe I decided it was time for my first unexpected move of the evening. I took a phial of pills out of my pocket, opened it, and swallowed a couple of tablets. I then tossed the phial to Karl.
“Your wife is a hot piece of tail and normally I would empty my gun inside an hour but with these help of these little babies, I’ll still be hammering it home when the sun comes up. Take a couple and you will be right with me,” I said.
“Sounds like one hell of a good idea,” said Karl downing two tablets with wine.
Penelope, struggling out of her bra, was too late to object but she did anyway.
“Karl, please be reasonable,” said Penelope reaching behind to unsnap her bra.
“I am being reasonable. You agreed to this evening and I agreed to your going undercover. Nothing is going to happen tonight that won’t happen while you and Simon are at that club. I’ve heard about what happens in sex clubs,” said Karl.
“Nice,” I said reaching for Penelope’s breast to work her nipple. It was a big firm boob with an elongated nipple, the kind women develop after a couple of kids. “Did you nurse your boys?”
“She certainly did. She nursed John so long it became embarrassing. My sister said it was perverted to have a child his age sucking at her breast,” said Karl.
“He is a sensitive child and he needed me to stay close,” said Penelope.
“Once I caught her playing with her pussy while little John was sucking her dug,” said Karl.
“Being horny and breast feeding are two totally different things,” said Penelope.
“Sounds a little twisted to me, Penelope. Did you get any breast milk, Karl? When my sister was nursing my nephew, she let me suck whatever tit was available.”
“Once or twice, not as much as I would have liked,” said Karl.
Odd things get mentioned during wife fucking sessions.
“Take the rest of your clothes off, Penelope. So Karl, you were telling me about your second date. Be explicit,” I said.
“She unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and offered to blow me. She didn’t object when I pulled up her skirt and pushed her panty aside. She was wearing those stay up hose instead of pantyhose and a thong so she was available. I took that as a sign she was looking to get laid,” said Karl.
“Had you heard any stories about her acting like a slut before you met,” I asked?
“Yes, there was a rumor around she was screwing one of the firing range instructors. She was having trouble qualifying. Qualification was a requirement for graduation. She screwed him in return for his adding a few points to her score.”
“That’s a lie. I’m an excellent shot,” said Penelope stepping out of her skirt.
“You are now that I worked with you,” said Karl who was not only an expert marksperson but a range instructor.
“Anything else,” I asked?
“Not at Quantico but supposedly she was a big party girl at UMass and passed out at the Sigma Chi house and wound up pulling a train. She had the reputation of being an easy lay,” said Karl.
“You seem well informed,” I said.
“One of the perks of working for the Bureau,” said Karl.
“Did you shave your pussy today, Penelope,” I asked noting the appearance of her bald cunt?
“I went to the spa for a Brazilian,” said Penelope spreading her hairless labia.
“Excellent move, and did you clean out your rectum?” I asked. “Karl’s list included anal intercourse so I assumed you douched the Hershey Highway.”
Her face said she hadn’t.
“I didn’t know that was necessary. Maybe we should skip anal tonight,” said Penelope.
“No way, you promised,” said Karl.
“I wouldn’t want to make a mess,” said Penelope.
“It’s not a problem we can’t solve. Stand up, Penelope,” I said.
“Why, what are you going to do,” asked Penelope?
“Just do as Simon says. You agreed to act submissive. So be that,” said Karl with an edge to his voice.
Penelope stood up. I took her hand and pulled her close to my chair.
“Suck on my finger,” I said placing my index finger on her lips.
I half expected her to object. She seemed on the verge of tears. But she complied.
“Good, now turn around, bend over and grab your ankles,” I said placing my hand on her bare hip to push in the right direction.
There was an audible sob, a brief hesitation, and then she bent forward. Later I learned she practiced Iyengar yoga. She was as flexible as they come. She was also a skinny bitch outside of the big tits.
“This is so fucking hot. Wait a minute while I grab a camera,” said Karl getting up and running in the direction of the master bedroom.
“It seems your significant other wants a permanent record of tonight’s events,” I said running my fingers between her labia. She gave a little cry at my touch.
“God, what have I gotten myself into,” sobbed Penelope.
“This is nothing compared to what will happen at Club Macabre. I talked to Violet Addison by the way. She called the Club’s admissions director. We are provisionally accepted at the next meeting,” I said fanning my thumb across her clitoris as my fingers probed her opening.
“Got it,” said Karl returning with one of the video cameras.
“Pull you butt cheeks apart so Karl can film your butthole,” I said.
While Karl brought the camera in close, I spit on Penelope’s ass then smeared it over her anus. There was a small amount of hemorrhoid scaring, not that much for a woman who had two kids. I’ve screwed buttholes that look cabbages.
“When was the last time you stuck your cock in her shitter, Karl,” I asked pushing my finger one joint deep into her anus? Penelope responded with a grunt then more sobs and a squeaky wail of shame.
My manhood was pressing hard against the front of my pants. There is nothing more cock hardening that the mournful noise of a proud educated white female being sexually humiliated.
“Only once, it was on our honeymoon in Antigua. She got drunk and passed out. The next day she was furious with me. She claimed I gave her hemorrhoids.
“I hope you got some Preparation H in the medicine chest because tonight she’s going to learn how it feels to have two big dicks split open her rosebud. She’s be prolapsed by dawn,” I said forcing my finger deep in her rectum.
That brought on more sobs and a declaration.
“Go ahead you bastards. Do anything you want. I don’t care,” said Penelope tears starting to really flow as I vigorously finger fucked her sphincter.
If Karl was feeling any sympathy for his wife of fourteen years, he didn’t show it.
“Those pills worked. I’m really hard,” said Karl unzipping his fly and pulling out his erect but average sized cock. His other hand was holding the camera making sure he kept a complete record of his wife’s humiliation.
“Sounds like she changed from a horny slut who fucked on your second date to an uptight bitch,” I said.
“I’m lucky if I get it once a month and that’s only after I beg,” said Karl stroking and filming simultaneously.
“I’m afraid we are going to need to clean out your butt, Penelope,” I said after examining my brown stained finger. “Check her out yourself, Karl?”
Karl stopped stroking long enough to stick his index finger in his wife’s anus. I added my finger. We had her sphincter gaped wide open. Penelope obliged us with more wails of pain and despair.
That was when the unexpected happened. Karl and my face’s were inches apart as we fingered her butt hole. When I turned slightly, Karl kissed me. It was an aggressive open mouth gay kiss.
There we were with our fingers in Penelope’s dirty ass snogging like a pair of horny teenagers.
“I heard you were bi,” said Karl as we broke the kiss and ceased our digital invasion.
“You heard right. Stand up and turn around, Penelope,” I said.
I stood facing her and bringing my shit coated finger to her lips. I traced a brown stain across her upper lip causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. Tears had caused her mascara to run. I half expected her to revolt but she stayed put as Karl focused the camera on her face.
“Lick it clean,” I said forcing my finger in her mouth. Her tongue washed over it and for the first time in her life Penelope Grace, more of two fine sons and Senior Agent of the vaunted FBI, ate her own shit.
“I’m leaking pre come,” said Karl adding his finger to mine. “I am so fucking turned on. Penelope said you were a cock hound, Simon. What she didn’t say was that you are a genius cock hound.”
I showed my appreciation for his complement by grabbing his nipple between my thumb and forefinger and crushing it as we kissed. He held the kiss even though he whimpered in pain.
“What’s next on the agenda,” asked Karl when we broke the kiss? Penelope had watched us wide eyed. Later, she told me she had thought Karl was a homophobe.
“We take Penelope in the bathroom and clean out her hole. After that we get creative,” I said.
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