"So, Kearney, I called Lon, and he's coming over, honey. In about an hour?"

"Lon? There's no game on tonight. We're watching the Braves game tomorrow--"

"Not about that, dear. Remember? You disappointed me again."

Kearney Radebaugh looked uneasily at Geneva, his wife of 12 years. But she just smiled, her eyes twinkling.

Geneva had bouncing shoulder length auburn curls, and a swelling chest in her snug black sweater.

 Kearney had not seen Geneva's breasts nude in some time, and had not touched them in nearly eight years...not even at Christmas!

"Boobies are for men to play with, not little boys." Geneva always said.

 Now, Geneva bent over her newest project, a Broomstick Lace sky blue alpaca  silk shawl, quite ambitious for one who had only been crocheting for eighteen months.

Since Geneva had contracted fibromyalgia, she'd lost a great deal of strength in her arms, and it was actually quite remarkable that she could still crotchet, but she'd always had nimble fingers.

Before the illness had hit, Gen had had lots of energy, especially in her arms--Kearney remembered! If she found one of his naughty magazines, or he'd forgotten to iron her good skirt...goodness!

 Geneva would swing her one hundred ten pound frame at him, ripping down his pants, and swinging the razor strop against his buttocks until he howled in misery.

There had been times when Genni had tied him to the garage ceiling and whipped his naked squirming form with a car ariel until he'd challenged the neighborhood cats in competitive screeching.

But of course Genni's upper body strength was nothing compared to Lon's. Kearney shivered, remembering Lon cracking the rawhide, Marlboro sticking out of his jaw...

"Cry like a baby, punk, you sniveling little bitch, your screamin makes me sick!" Lon's voice would savage Kearney almost as viciously as the strop cutting the tender area between his naked buttocks and thighs...

And then the afterward--Lon skull fucking Kearney's painted lips as Geneva laughed, clapping her hands!

Gen's voice brought Kearney back to the present.

"Now Kearney, Lon will be over soon, so I think you'd better prepare yourself." Geneva smiled encouragingly...

"Why don't you put on your nice garter belt and thigh highs. I bought you a frilly new Jezebel Scandalous set in Tawny Peach."

Kearney sighed. Just last Wednesday, when he, Lon and the other electricians on the Ivydale scaffolding job were throwing darts at Teehan's, when Kearney had noticed that it was six-thirty.

"I gotta go, guys...dinner." He'd turned to leave, but noticed... Lon had winked at Luther and Diego...and they'd snickered!

What had Lon told them? That he, Kearney, the big stud, soon to be promoted to project scheduler had to be home to start dinner...or else?

For the nine years that he'd been Geneva's submissive, it had always just been between them, in the house, and as long as Kearney made it home for dinner, did his chores and was home by nine-thirty on the very rare boy's nights out...the secret was kept.

But Lon's new intervention in their private relationship was now opening the secrets up!

And what was worse--Lon punishing Kearney, Kearney being force-fucked and sucked by Lon...or the blossoming relationship with Geneva and Lon?

Several years ago, Geneva had told Kearney that she no longer had the "energy" to make love to him--blamed it on the illness.

But now, often after Kearney was weeping after a good thrashing, or rubbing his nipples after Lon had knocked mousetraps off them, Lon and Genni would repair to the bedroom...for a few laughs.

And sometimes Kearney would hear Lon visiting Geneva while Kearney was in bed--Geneva had poor Kearney on the bedtime of a six year old, about seven-thirty at night.

And tonight it would be punishment, probably Lon sodomizing poor Kearney, and then "quiet time" for Lon and Geneva while Kearney had to go to bed early in his pink footie pajamas!

Unbearable!

How could he talk his way out of the punishment?

Kearney now turned to Geneva, trying to frown. "Gen, honey, can we just let it go? I know you're upset that I messed up the curtains--"

Geneva smiled serenely. "I told you to check the  care label. You don't focus. Now my grandmother's antique hand embroidered lace curtains are ruined."

"I'll pay for them--really." Kearney was getting loud, and he knew he'd lost the argument but--

"Pay for them? Out of your allowance?" Geneva smiled and pointed a burgundy nail to the bedroom, and Kearney, who signed his paychecks to his wife, dropped his head to his chest and slumped to the bedroom.

Kearney pulled off his flannel shirt and his denims, after stepping out of lace-up tactical combat boots.

 Briefly, he admired his pecs, before sighing once again and searching through the "special drawer" for the garter belt, thigh high peach stockings and high heeled pumps from Tallulah Tranny Warehouse.

Kearney pulled his panties over his chastity device. It had been 181 days--over six months, since he'd had a release...

And his cock was really struggling against the tough plastic...harder than when Geneva tied Kearney down and gave him those unfulfilling, teasing handjobs...before locking him right back up again, still horny!

Sadly, Kearney knew in his heart that being humiliated by his wife and his best friend was tremendously arousing.

"And Nair those legs!" came Geneva's voice from the living room. "Lon doesn't want to see any stubble!" Kearney's face reddened, and a tear streamed down his bronzed right cheek.

His best friend. Two tough guys who had raised hell together for so long...but it all had changed!

Kearney had always thought Lon was a good-looking guy, big, blond moustache, and all that...but up close it was so intense!

After the first time that Geneva called Lon to come over and "deal with"Kearney, Lon no longer really participated in the competitive buddy-buddy guy stuff with Kearney anymore.

Instead of exchanging dirty jokes and whistling at secretaries who walked past the site, Lon now often told Kearney to tuck in his shirt, and to focus. Being "helpful" he called it.

But to Kearney, it was the killing of a friendship, man!

Geneva sent Kearney back to the bedroom to put on a little eye shadow and to paint his fingers and toes Shocking Magneta. The stockings actually did feel rather comfortable next to Kearney's now smooth thighs.

When he finally came out, teetering on the six inch heels, Gen demanded a twirl, and then she pointed to the corner. "You can wait there, Missy, until Lon gets here."

Kearney sighed again. "Yes ma'am." He turned to go press his nose in the corner, when he heard Geneva gasp.

"What's this? You have a run in your stocking? Already?" Geneva got up, tossing her unfinished shawl to the floor.

Crossing the room, Geneva picked up a cane. The weakness in her arms apparently was not that bad tonight, as she grabbed Kearney's ear and pressed him over the piano bench.

"You just are the laziest little slovenly slut." Geneva yanked down Kearney's panties, just to the garter strap. "Count and thank me, Missy."

WHACK! Oh, the sting. "One, Thank you, Miss Geneva." THWACK! "T-two, thank you--"

By the twenty-fifth lash Geneva was too tired to continue, and Kearney was sobbing. She snapped her fingers and he trudged to the corner, panties around his knees.

"I am so glad that I asked Lon to help me with your discipline, Kearney. I just don't have the energy anymore...though you did get a few effects from it!"

Yes indeed, Kearney was crying and his buttocks were double welted from the cane. It was not quite as painful as last Sunday, when Lon and Geneva had tied the naked Kearney to the picnic table in the backyard and broken five or six soaking wet hazel switches on his tender bottom.

Kearney had howled bitterly and Lon had screamed at his former best pal. "Shut your mouth, baby or I'll give you something to cry about."

And the kids next door had kibitzed the whole thing, looking over the fence. Kearney was indeed the laughingstock of the neigbhorhood these days. "Got your whippin' this week, Mr. Radabaugh?"

Now, Kearney pressed his nose in the corner and bit his lip, anticipating Lon's arrival.

Soon the doorbell would ring, there would be a too-long kiss between Lon and Geneva, and then Lon's rough voice--"Hey there, buddy, you ready for some tough love?"

Lon laughed, as he pulled his pickup truck up near Kearney and Geneva's street. Lon was remembering one of his most recent visits...

Kearney was bound hand and foot on his back on the living room rug, and Geneva, clad in a body stocking, was rubbing her full, bare buttocks over Kearney's bulging, red penis.

As Gen squatted over Kearney's crotch area, Lon had watched with amusement as her beautiful anal globes had softly grazed the long denied cock.

"Please--please, Geneva." begged Kearney. "Let me cum...it's been so long, and you just keep rubbing your beautiful butt on my poor dick.

Please let me rub a little closer, or can we just stop completely...I'll be okay if you put the cock lock back on without me cumming, but the rubbing is torture, baby."

It was evident that Kearney's poor neglected weiner really was digging the soft bottom curves, as he kept trying to pull up on his hips and push the stifled penis into Geneva's ass.

Now and then, Geneva would stop squatting, lift her razor sharp high heel and plunge it into Kearney's cockhead...

First pushing it into his stomach, and sometimes rolling him over and stomping the heel into the penis til it went into the wood floor.

She would grind and pound on Kearney's unfortunate penis until it began turning purple around the heel, and then pull back and go back to rubbing her buttocks against Kearney's dick and making the poor guy beg and plead.

"P-please let me stick it in" Kearney would go as Geneva's shaved pubes just brushed the edge of his purple, engorged member...

At the time, Geneva had looked over at Lon, winking at him. "See, Daddy, our little bad boy here is trying to take liberties with Momma's winkie...you're not going to allow that are you?"

She had then jumped up on her high heels, and poor Kearney had slumped down on his back, knowing he couldn't raise his hips that far.

Lon had taken the hint and climbed on his feet. "Damn right, honey" Lon had said, raising the deadly razor strop.

Kearney had looked up at his former best friend and burst into sobs, at the sight of the leather. "P-please, Lon, I can't help getting hard, man."

Geneva had looked down at her naked husband in contempt. "See how he addresses you so familiarly, Lon, that's disrespect."

Lon had hesitated for a moment, feeling a little sad that his old buddy was reduced to such a pathetic, begging creature but...

It was the price for Lon's blossoming friendship with beautiful Geneva!

"That's enough lip, Mister...get that cock soft!" Lon had screamed...

This before laying into Kearney's stiff rod with the razor strop (buckle first) until Kearney's penis was tiny and bleeding...

And Geneva was jumping up and down with mirth!

After Lon had whacked Kearney's penis the first time, the buckle slamming into the slaveboy's balls, Geneva looked hurt.

"Look how little Kearney's wee-wee is now" Geneva had said in a little-girl voice, as she tossed a dark curl. Bending over, and showing her substantial cleavage in the body stocking top...she smiled at her poor husband.

Genni reached down and tickled Kearney's organ until it began standing up again, and then she squatted once more over him, brushing the straining dick with her soft, full bottom.

"You know I'd rub my boobies on your dickie, but those honeys are just for real men, right Kearney?" Geneva said, winking at Lon.

Kearney nodded, his eyes streaming with frustrated tears. "Yes ma'am."

"You like how this feels, honey?" Geneva asked, pressing her full butt against Kearney's unhappy cockhead.

Geneva bent closer down and unsnapped her body stocking so that her soaking vaginal lips showed.

She rubbed the edge of her vagina against Kearney's purple glans.

"Y-yes ma'am, but I'm so damn horny...please let me cum or stop...it's just too much, and with Lon hitting it like this."

"Are you being disrespectful, giving me orders?" Geneva asked in shock, as she stepped up again, motioning to Lon...

"What the hell's this? You're telling Miss Geneva what to do?" Lon asked, enraged, and again he began swinging the strap against Kearney's poor penis, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

And how Kearney howled!

Then of course, Kearney had been locked back up in his chastity lock, sobbing...

He always had a little temper tantrum because he couldn't cum, and then he was sent off to bed early, so Lon and Geneva could fuck like rabbits!

Now, Lon wondered what the evening would bring.

Lon couldn't believe what had happened to his old buddy...

Kearney used to be such a he-man. They'd met as running backs on the junior varsity team for James Monroe Technical High; chased a lotta bitches together in Kearney's busted up Nissan Sentra...

And then reunited after Lon got out of the Navy--Kearney's uncle got them both jobs with T. Mahter Construction.

 And the coke-snorting, Jack and Coke swilling, and waitress humping continued--until Kearney met Geneva.

She was the assistant curator of a museum T Mahter was restoring--the whole crew was whistling at the slender girl with the dark curls, cleavage peeking from her prim beaded cardigan sweater.

"Could you please not use so much profanity, boys?" Geneva had asked the gang as they were putting in wiring.

Kearney was smitten, and he went through all kinda shit to get the first date with her...Genni was hard to pin down--but finally they got involved, and then they got married!

 Then Kearney began staying home at night--now and then he'd come bowling, but he was constantly looking at his watch, and he never showed up for poker anymore.

It was a mystery to the guys--Geneva was a looker, sure, but how did she tame the Wild Man?

Five or six years went by, and Kearney began getting in better shape, quit smoking and limited his drinking to one beer a week...and then one day Kearney told Lon about Geneva's fibromyalgia diagnosis.

"She's unable to some of the stuff around the house she used to, and she um, needs some help." Kearney had blushed painfully. "Could you help us out, man?"

"But why can't you do it?" Lon asked, puzzled. "You're stronger 'n I am."

"There's just stuff--" Kearney's face was nearly purple with discomfort "---we need your help with."

That night, Geneva had greeted Lon at the door--her hair, usually up in a prim bun, was down in tumbling curls round her shoulders...

Oh,  and her 36 DD breasts were encased in a vintage lace camisole--Lon was almost paralyzed by the plunging neckline--something out of "Gone with the Wind."

"Welcome, Alonso" Geneva had said, using Lon's full name. As she had let him in, he'd looked behind her to see his buddy Kearney kneeling buck naked on the living room floor--

Four canes and a bullwhip were on the sofa next to him, and Kearney's face was once again nearly purple with shame, but his dick was hard.

Lon looked at Geneva, and back at Kearney and he'd said "Is this some kinda S&M thing?"

Geneva had smiled and gone up on tiptoes to kiss Lon deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. "My goodness, what a quick study you are."

Geneva had pointed a red nail at the kneeling Kearney. "Kearney has misbehaved, and I gave him a choice between forfeiting his monthly orgasm, or getting a good, sharp punishment,which, unfortunately, I am unable to give."

Lon had looked down at Kearney, who was crying at this point, biting his lip. Lon could see that he'd already gotten SOME punishment, there were vicious red cuts up and down Kearney's back and shoulders.

"Man, what's up here?" Lon had asked. "Kearney, what's up, man? Did she drug you or somethin'?"

But Kearney's eyes were clear, and he spoke up. "Lon, just lets get this over with. Genni won't let me jerk off unless I get punished, please just punish me, and don't tell the guys."

Lon could tell at the time that Kearney was trying hard to hold on to his dignity, but it was difficult.
"This is just too-too unbelievable, Kearney...why do you want to jerk off, anyway?" Lon looked at Geneva, and back at Kearney.

 "I mean, jerking off is for teenage boys, man. You two should be makin' love, right?" Lon remembered the single Kearney bragging that he hadn't jerked off since 9th grade.

It had been a constant pussy parade for him...even Lon dated enough that his own masturbation needs were rare.

But Geneva reached out and stroked Lon's arm, her full breasts heaving.

"Kearney's not allowed to make love to me, Lon...I do let him satisfy me with his mouth, but only men can make love to me."

Then she'd reached out and flicked the lump in Lon's jeans with a long nail. Lon had gasped.

Briskly, Geneva turned to Kearney. "Bend down, push your face into the carpet, and stick that naughty bottom up."

"P-please, Geneva, this is too much--" Kearney begged.

"Now, or I won't let you cum til Christmas!"

Kearney's eyes were welling up at the humiliation of having it revealed to Lon that, indeed, Kearney did not get laid with his beautiful wife.

Finally Kearney buried his face into the carpet and pushed his scarred buttocks up.

After scowling for a moment at Kearney,  Gen gave Lon a beautiful, energetic smile.

"I just need someone to finish the thrashing I started, Lon." she said, her high breasts jutting out.

Genni reached out and picked up a cane and lifted it over Kearney's buttocks. SLASH! THWACK! SMACK!

Kearney bit his tongue as the cane came down again and again.

"Now, up on your knees, so Master Lon can see your disobedient penis." Geneva said crisply.

Kearney got up on his knees, and Lon was horrified to see his buddy's dick was rock hard. But only for a moment!

SLASH! WHACK! The cane came down hard on Kearney's penis, and it wilted instantly, and Kearney re-buried his face in the carpet, wailing.

"But now I'm a little tired from the fibromyalgia, Lon." Geneva said with a longing look at Lon. "Can you finish Kearney's business, please?"

And after he'd given Kearney's bare ass a couple of half-hearted swats with one of the canes, Geneva had whispered in his ear.

 "If you can make Kearney cry, I'll give you the blowjob of your life, Alonso...right in that little room."

Lon wasn't as good looking as Kearney, and had been going through a bit of a dry spell, dating wise...

And had always thought Geneva was hot, kinda like that chick Rachel Griffiths on "Six Feet Under".

He'd laid into Kearney with the canes and the whip, and Kearney had burst into humiliated tears, and then Gen had taken Lon into the bedroom...

Before she ushered Lon in, she  said icily to Kearney...

"Now you can start jerking your cock, but don't you DARE cum until I give you permission!"

Lon and Geneva had had a WONDERFUL time in the bedroom!

When they'd come out, Lon watched Kearney rubbing his poor dick, not too fast, because he wasn't supposed to cum.

Kearney had begged Gen with tears in his eyes "Please, Miss Geneva, can I have my release now?"

Gen had sneered at Kearney as he rubbed his cock slowly, and painfully, and finally she tossed Kearney the condom they had used in the bedroom... it was half full of cum already.

"There...put that over your cock and jerk your cum into it, and then drink your cum and Master Lon's as soon as you're finished!"

Kearney had gasped. "No, I don't want to do that--"

"Then you won't cum for another month." Geneva said promptly.

Kearney began weeping softly, but he put the gummy condom on his cock and jerked his own cum into it, and then Geneva made sure he sucked the entire condom dry and chewed it up like it was gum!

Lon had shook his head at this pathetic sight, and then gone home.

The following weekend, Lon had come over, disciplined Kearney with a pancake spatula and a hazel switch from the backyard...

Then Geneva had allowed Lon to kiss her beautiful bare boobs while Kearney sucked Lon's cock!

As Lon pulled up in front of Kearney and Geneva's house now, he wondered what tonight would bring...it certainly was different every week!

Geneva smiled, looking at Kearney, who was snuffling in the corner. She knew how much he hated standing in the corner. Recently, she'd taken him to a BDSM party at the Scourge Society...

Kearney had actually been involved with the Scourge Society even before Geneva, and was so excited about seeing his friends, and watching the gorgeous young girls get whipped!

But when they got there, Kearney realized that it was a "clothes on" party--except that Geneva ordered Kearney to strip and  kneel in the corner.

"But...but no one else is undressing yet--and I want to talk to my friends!" Kearney had protested, and then Geneva had twisted his nipple violently through his shirt until poor Kearney had burst into tears.

"Get your clothes off now, you little sissy bitch." Geneva had said through her teeth as she'd twisted the nipple again and again.

Kearney had been humiliated as his so-called "friends" in the BDSM community had just stood around, laughing, while he stripped off his new English clothes.

Geneva had chained Kearney's testicles to a radiator, and put a zipping hood over his head. Then, everyone socialized and just watched the humiliated idiot in the corner...

Later, as people had gotten naked and whipped and fucked each other, Kearney had missed all of it, except for a few times when his zip had come down and a cock or two (or five or six) had been shoved in his mouth!) What a party that had been...not much fun for Kearney!

No, things had not gone as according to poor Kearney's plans at the Scourge Society, Geneva thought.

Kearney had hoped there would be lots of slave-swapping with gorgeous Mistresses, and apparently before Kearney had married Geneva, he'd had quite a good time as the slave-stud there.

But when Geneva had gotten involved, Kearney had not been exposed to many more Mistresses, though Geneva had picked up a slave or two! Her favorite had been a fairly wealthy young playboy, Sherborne Underhill...

Sherb had been dropping in and out of colleges when he met Geneva, and she had immediately put him in a chastity device, and begun reviewing his attendance reports and term papers, as well as all quizzes.

She'd switched Sherb's major from Sociology to Economics, and had begun giving the poor boy vicious hairbrush whippings for all grades under a B.She'd whip poor Sherb, sometimes using a frying pan on his ass, and then have him lick her to countless orgasms, while his poor cock was confined in its tube. Sherb's tube was much roomier than Kearney's, who of course couldn't even get an erection without considerable pain.

 When Sherb had gotten a B or better, Geneva would tie him down, and masturbate him with her long nails while he begged to cum.

Generally, Kearney was at work when this sort of thing was going on, but once every 30 days, when Sherb was maintaining his Dean's List status, Geneva would, after teasing and tickling Sherb to near distraction, allow him to cum in Kearney's mouth.

Sherb was always amazed at Geneva's husband, who would kneel sulkily before him. Kearney's penis of course was trapped in the evil little basket-chastity cage.

"That's so tough on him, Mistress Geneva" Sherb said once, after Kearney had taken an unusually large load. "Does he ever get to cum?"

Geneva, who really enjoyed having Kearney submit to another slave, just patted Sherb's cheek. "Honey, every now and then, but certainly not every thirty days like you do...you are just SPOILED."

Poor Kearney! On that day, he had spent hours oiling and massaging Geneva's beautiful long legs, with the hope that she would be teasing and tormenting him with her long silver nails, but he didn't even get the cage off...and there was another slaveboy who was getting all the good treatment...

  Geneva always enjoyed watching Kearney weep bitterly, his cock getting harder and harder in the tiny, painful cage as she said all these sweet things to Sherb...sometimes she'd let Sherb kiss her breasts, though never the nipples. They were Lons, and Lons alone!

Now Geneva looked over at her husband, who was absolutely ridiculous in his peach colored garter belt and thigh high stockings His size fourteen wide feet, crushed in tranny size high heels were tapping abstractedly.

"Kearney darling?" Geneva's tone startled her husband,who turned around abstractedly.

Geneva put her knitting down and stroked her full 34 DD breasts, firm in the tight black sweater. "I was just wondering if you thought 'the girls' were looking good tonight."

Geneva jiggled "the girls" at Kearney, whose cock began bursting against his chastity belt.

Kearney gaped at Geneva's breasts, and blushed, and Geneva smiled coquettishly. She pulled the bottom of her sweater in, jutting the tight material around the large curving breasts just a little bit more.

"Y-you look wonderful, Miss Geneva." Kearney said in a sort of begging tone. "You-you have wonderful tits--I mean breasts."

Geneva drummed her fingers lightly on her full mammaries, smiling at Kearney. "I just wanted to know...because Lon likes them so much. He wants to suck on them."

Kearney bit his lip and turned back into the corner, and Geneva laughed to herself. She knew how much Kearney loved her breasts!

When Geneva had first learned about Kearney's little kinks, she realized that whenever Kearney had been about to make love to her, he'd always asked if he could kiss her boobs...like he was a servant.

So when she finally began playing the games with him, she immediately put her boobs in attractive little brassieres and snug corset tops and began denying them to Kearney, or making him "earn" kissing and sucking time.

Scrubbing floors, mowing grass, polishing the silver...and she'd parade around in whatever little outfit she'd picked out to make him crazy.

At one point, Geneva dipped her bra in a bucket of urine, put it on and told Kearney the only way he would be able to kiss her breasts was to suck the urine out of the bra! This had been quite disgusting, but he'd sucked the thing clean, and quite happily.

Now, Geneva rubbed her breasts gently, talking loudly to herself. "Yes, Lon will enjoy sucking my honeys. It'll really give him pleasure. Since, of course my breasts are for real men...not whiny little crybabies in the corner."

Kearney began sobbing audibly, like a child who is pulled away from her coloring book to practice piano.

Geneva sighed huskily, and got up, stepping over to Kearney. "What's wrong, baby...you don't like it that I won't let you suck my honeys?"

She turned Kearney around, and chortled inwardly, watching him sob in that ridiculous underwear.

Gen went into her purse and took out some police handcuffs and a set of keys. "Hands behind your head, baby."

Kearney put his hands behind his neck, and Geneva locked his wrists together in the cuffs, and then used the keys to unlock Kearney's chastity belt.

After she pulled the plastic cover off Kearney's cock, Geneva tickled the head, and immediately it sprang to life, swelling to rock hardness.

Geneva stepped back and pulled her black sweater off, exposing her full breasts in a sheer black bra.

Gen rubbed the bra against Kearney's burly chest, encased as it was in the frilly peach bodice.

"I know you want to play with my big boobies, don't you baby?" Genni asked, leaning over to kiss Kearney's neck.

She rubbed his hard cock with her manicured fingertips, and was rewarded with his haggard breath in her ear.

Geneva pulled and toyed with Kearney's stiff cock as she spoke into his ear in a little-girl voice.

"I know you want to fuck me, right, baby? You make Geneva all mad so she has to invite Master Lon over to help correct you...

but it's all 'cause baby's frustrated that he can't fuck Momma, right?" By now Geneva was undressed completely, except for her bra.

She rubbed her pubic mound against Kearney's sex-starved, six month un-orgasmed shaft.

Suddenly, Gen removed her bra, and shook her blue-black hair, bouncing it against her ivory-white back, and jiggled her breasts at Kearney, who was sweating with denied desire.

Geneva grabbed her left breast and pointed the pink nipple into Kearney's face. "You want to suck this nipple,baby? You like this nipple?"

Kearney's head nodded wildly. Geneva laughed lightly and spun around, rubbing the full, satiny cheeks of her buttocks against his denied cock.

First one cheek rubbed Kearney's cock, then the other. Right. Left. Right. Left.

And then Geneva poked her crack right into the tip of Kearney's bulging, bulbous organ, and he gasped.

Nimbly, Geneva skipped away to where she'd left her knitting, and pulled one of the long, steel needles out, before dancing back to Kearney.

Geneva jiggled her bare breasts in Kearney's face. "Want 'em?"

But as Kearney lunged at Geneva's full pink mammaries, his wife took the needle and plunged it into the base of his cock, and Kearney screamed like a castrated lamb, and hit his knees, weeping bitterly.

"Such a whiner." Geneva said, smiling. Suddenly the doorbell rang, and then Lon's key turned in the lock.

Lon's sunburned face looked in, grinning, and Geneva waved at him.  "I'm so glad you're here, Master Lon. This bad boy has been trying to assault me...can you believe it?"

Lon threw his jacket on the couch and began unbuckling his belt as Kearney cowered on the floor. "You worthless little bastard, takin' advantage of an innocent woman."

Lon winked at Geneva as the first lash hit Kearney's exposed thigh. The second thwack of the belt, buckle first this time, slammed against his penis, making Kearney scream.

"Shut up, bitch, or I'll give you something to cry about!" Lon screamed as the belt fell again and again.

Geneva, for her part began kicking Kearney, as he wriggled about, his hands still manacled, trying to avoid the swinging of the belt.

"Did Bitch-boy tell you what happened today?" Lon said as he whipped Kearney's ass some more.

"We were driving to the site on Cruggswell Avenue, just the two of us in the pickup, and I told Kearney he had to unzip my pants and suck my dick 'til I came..and if he didn't make me cum by the time we got to the site, I was going to whip his ass...20 minutes should've done it, right?"

Geneva laughed loudly, and Kearney blushed in shame as he struggled with his bound wrists, and ducked to avoid the slashing strap.

"But he just couldn't do it. I didn't cum til we got there, so right before, I made him stop in a vacant lot and took his jeans down and whipped his sorry ass with my belt...so this will be the second time today I gave him a good ass-whipping!" Lon laughed, and swung the evil leather once again.

By the end of the evening, Kearney had gotten Lon hard several times so he could give Geneva a good pounding...She was quite happy with her men, Geneva was...she felt well taken care of!

Suddenly, there was a hammering on the door just before midnight, and Lon opened it...there was Slimy Fortescue, Gramercy Ibbetson Tonks Vogel and Waylon Jerrigan, the  guys who worked under Kearney at the job site.

"Come on in, fellas, and let Kearney here give you some service, too!" Lon screamed.

The boys were quite amused to see their supervisor in makeup and tranny underclothes...and they all took turns skull-fucking Kearney before mounting Geneva....it was quite an evening!