Husband

Peter and I, still holding hands, stopped in front of Charles. The room was quiet. I felt slightly dizzy from the saki and the smell of cigar smoke. My stomach was turning somersaults now; fear and anticipation combining to undermine my self-control and my composure. Peter's hand was sweaty in mine.

"You are both so nervous, and you needn't be. I understand you are fearful for what will come," Charles said slowly and softly to us. "Since submission is a state of mind as well as action, it is important to prepare one's psyche so that the body responds in kind."

Louder now, and to the whole group: "Peter and Linda, this beautiful married couple you see standing in front of you, are my little fuck toys. Linda, with her long black hair, her petite and almost child-like body, and her emerald eyes, never previously unfaithful to her loving Peter, has of late been a little slut for me." Looking at me now. "How many times, Linda? How many times have I fucked that honeyed little slit between your legs?"

My god! I couldn't believe it. I could feel my cheeks burn crimson. I'd never felt so embarrassed, so humiliated before in my life. I stared at the floor, unable to move or speak....

"HOW MANY TIMES?" Charles' voice exploded in my head.

"I...I don't know. 10, maybe 12 times I guess.." I stammered, my tongue thick and dry.

"Yes. That's better. And that's about right. On several of those occasions, I fucked her in front of her husband. Were you all aware how sweet it is to fuck another man's wife in front of him? There is a purity in so debasing the husband, which cannot be matched in any other way; the sweet, tight little cunt clinging to your cock for all its worth, creamy and warm, "his" cunt, "his" hole and refuge. And as you fuck her, as you pump your iron-hard cock up into her belly, you know he knows.... He knows every lovely sensation because he's been there, and because (and here is the deep secret of his pleasure and, therefore, your own) he has debased the alter of her cunt HIMSELF, and knows firsthand the lascivious thoughts within your soul as you use his woman..."

Charles suddenly sat up, and slid his hand up the side of my thigh under my skirt. He leaned forward with a conspiratorial look in his eyes and spoke to the other men in the room.

"And you know what? I fucked Linda's little husband. Yes, indeed. I fucked his tight ass raw, right in front of her. She even helped me," he said, winking. I sensed Peter stiffen beside me.

Charles continued his monologue, groping my ass, the movements of his hand obviously visible under my skirt to those sitting behind me. "She took great pleasure in it, too. Just loved the idea of her masculine husband being butt-fucked and used like a little girl. Were you aware, Peter, that Linda really got off watching me fuck you?"

"Yes," Peter said, softly.

"Yes, you WERE aware of it! And what was it you said after we finished, Linda? 'Every woman's husband should have his rectum filled with cum at least once?' or something like that? I'm not sure I agree with you, but I'm sure Peter's little asshole appreciated it as much as yours did. That's right, my friends, I've used every available hole of Peter's beautiful wife several times, haven't I, my little semen receptacle?" Charles asked me, suddenly pressing the flared end of the dildo further into my distended ass. I went up on my tiptoes, involuntarily, then slowly settled down. I nodded, avoiding his gaze.

"So demure, yet so much the slut, yes? Wouldn't you agree that your wife is quite the fuck-toy, Peter?"

Peter nodded.

"Say it!" Charles said firmly.

Hesitatingly, "My wife enjoys being used as a fuck-toy."

"Yes, I know. It's the damndest thing, isn't it Peter? You pledge your life and sacred fortune to a beautiful girl who requites that love, who is filled with life and love for only you, whose shyness and innocence disarms every suspicious bone in your body, only to watch that sweet little mouth you've kissed with tender love all these years, wrapped around another man's hard dick, sucking for all its worth.... Don't you just hate it? Don't you just love it? Isn't it just the most goddamned, inexplicably erotic thing you've ever experienced?"

"And as she sucks that pole, don't you just want to get up ever so close, to see every little nuance as the ruby lips dilate themselves and ride up and down its slick length? You can almost taste it yourself, can't you, Peter? And god knows, you sure as hell know how it feels to have those lips hard at work, am I right? You know just EXACTLY what he's feeling as your wife sucks him, don't you? Because in your mind, you're the one sucking him. You imagine yourself the woman, your wife, submitting to this big old masculine man, sucking cock, fellating him like only a GIRL would be caught doing..... "

"And the shame, the humiliation, rises up your spine like fire because you can also, in your minds eye, imagine yourself in the man's position, watching another man's wife suck your cock as the husband gazes on, knowing the power you wield as you fuck her mouth in front of him, humiliating him and dominating him through his woman. And as you masturbate like a madman and watch your wife swallow this stranger's sperm, your orgasm explodes at the very moment you realize that YOU are the one dominated and humiliated....."

As he spoke, Charles had been manipulating the end of the dildo in my ass with his fingers, the chains giving him some leeway. I had closed my eyes and fought the sensations in my groin, as well as the melody of his beautiful voice as he spoke, but I lost the battle. I could feel my cunt lubricating, and I nearly forgot the small fact that we stood before an attentive audience of strangers.

Charles suddenly withdrew his hand and stood up. He nodded his head toward the boy, Akira, then spoke to bulldog.

"With your permission?"

"Of course," bulldog replied with a smile. "Akira, you will do as you are told," he said to his boy.

Charles nodded, then said to Akira, "Come here, son. Don't be afraid."

The boy looked at his father for a moment, then sheepishly stood and walked toward us. He was a large boy, heavyset and thick in the shoulders and neck. He was not a handsome child, but then neither was his father... As he stopped before Charles, he glanced furtively at Peter and I from the corner of his eye.

"So, Akira. It seems to me from the bulge in your trousers that you find this caucasian couple attractive," Charles said with a grin. "Do you like them both, or do you fancy one over the other?"

Akira looked at me briefly, then back at Charles.

"She's beautiful," Akira said.

"Yes, isn't she, though? With her long black hair and petite frame, there is even a hint of the oriental about her, yes? Tell me, do you often fantasize about American women when you masturbate?"

Akira shrugged nervously. Charles laughed, then suddenly grabbed the back of my head with his right hand, turning it slightly toward the boy.

"Do you like her pouty, rouged lips, Akira? You may touch them...."

Slowly, hesitatingly, the boy's left hand rose to my lips. His finger pressed to the center, traced a circle, found the center again, then penetrated. I opened my mouth to the salty digit, but he quickly withdrew it and put his hand to his side.

"Shyness simply won't do, my boy. Tell me, does it make your virgin cock hard to know that this American woman, this adult, is your plaything? That she will do exactly as she is told?" Charles asked Akira.

The boy smiled, then nodded, his eyes following the curve of my neck and resting on my breasts.

"Ah, yes. Feel free, Akira. Do as you wish..."

The young boy looked at Charles, then at Peter, then suddenly placed his palm on my left breast. He squeezed it roughly, then twisted the nipple. It hurt and I grimaced, but kept myself from instinctively pulling away. Akira quickly removed his hand, a little flash of fear on his face. I heard Charles laugh again.

"She may be here to be used, but never forget that she is a living, breathing human being, Akira, with feelings and emotions, and with blood pumping through her veins...." Charles cautioned him. "If you hurt her, she will feel the pain and will react. Always keep that in mind when you use another person's body, whether your lover or a stranger... You must be come to be judicious and compassionate as you dole out pain and humiliation. And although they love the punishment, they will also come to love your power because it is bequeathed with an austere sincerity that knows and respects the fact that there are limits."

I heard bulldog cough. All eyes turned toward him.

"Yes, my son, Charles is right. Remember that there are limits. But they are limits that we impose on ourselves. We do so for reasons that are intrinsic to our personal agenda, not because of any externally "valid" morality. If they know that there are *********, they will love you even more for choosing to impose and abide by your own. But never let them know what those limits are, for if they know your limits, they will lose their sense of fear and therefore their respect..."

"Just so," Charles said. "Peter, let's you and I have a seat and observe Akira's little tryst with your wife. Akira, she's all yours." As Peter and Charles sat down, Akira looked about the room as if to seek sanctuary from the many eyes upon us. A light came on which seemed to center on the two of us and made the rest of the room recede into darkness.

The boy turned to me, put his hands on my shoulders, and ****** me to my knees in front of him. He undid the buckle on his pants and unzipped his zipper. He took hold of my hair from the back of my head and pulled me toward his groin, rubbing my nose in his crotch, his hard-on pressing into my face through his underwear and the opening of his pants. He released his painful grip and placed his hands on his hips, thrusting them forward.

Okay, I thought. My husband, Charles, the men looking on, and this boy wanted a blow job. By god, I'll give them one that no-one here will soon forget....