Husband ch. 04

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it, Peter? A little semen down the throat and in the stomach never hurt anyone. Now take your panties off, Linda, and give them to your husband. Peter, rinse them in some warm water, then come and clean me up."

I stepped out of my panties and handed them to my husband. As Peter left the room, Charles motioned for me to approach him. I stopped between his splayed, open legs. His semi-erect cock lay to the side, still glistening with my saliva.

"Kneel down, Linda."

I did as I was told, my hands on the tops of my thighs, and waited.

"You realize, of course, that you will have the most difficult task over the next few days. My role comes easily and naturally, and remains the same. You, on the other hand, will need to switch from one role to another. You know what I expect of you, and I have no doubt that you will satisfy those expectations. What your husband expects from you, however, is another matter. Do you think you can provide what he needs, Linda?"

"A female dominant?"

"Of course. But one who submits to me. Well?"

I thought for a moment. I'd had dominant fantasies, but had never really "acted" on them, as well as submissive ones. The entire frame of mind to each, however, was so different that I was not so sure I could easily slip from one to the other.

"I don't know. I'll try."

He shrugged. "That's all we can ask of you," he said, as Peter returned to the room.

Charles motioned for him to kneel next to me.

"Go ahead. Clean me, Peter."

Peter reached forward and began to wipe Charles' cock with my wet panties. Even Peter's hands, which were much larger than mine, looked small as they worked on Charles' penis.

"That's very nice, Peter. Now I'd like you to go up and have a seat on the bed in the master bedroom. Linda will be up in a little bit. Just sit quietly until she gets there. Oh, and by the way, it's time we establish the proper dress code around here. Peter, I want you nude at all times, beginning from the time when you get to the bedroom. Linda, I want you wearing a dress at all times, but you may never wear any undergarments. This applies so long as we are here at home. I'll decide what we will all wear when we go out socializing. You may run along now, Peter."

With Peter gone, Charles leaned forward and took my hands in his.

"I trust you have the items that I asked you to purchase?"

I nodded.

"Good. When you go up to Peter, these are the things I'd like you to say and do. You may embellish them if you like, so long as my basic instructions are followed."

I listened to Charles' "instructions," then slowly stood to go up to Peter. As I was about to turn, Charles suddenly rose and took both my wrists in his left hand. He spun me around and away from him. Releasing my wrists, he put his left hand on the back of my neck and forcibly bent me forward until my head was just a bit lower than my waist. I put my hands on my knees to steady myself. His right hand threw my skirt up and over my back. It then moved down into the cleft of my buttocks. He suddenly thrust four fingers into my cunt, and his thumb into my ass, in one quick and electrifying motion. I couldn't stop the embarrassing little squeal his double penetration ****** from my lips. As his hand held me by my bottom like that, he once again began to talk.

"Enjoy your time with your husband, little girl. But don't forget who owns you now," he said. As he spoke, his hand pushed me forward. I had to release my knees, then catch my forward fall with both my hands on the floor, while my ass, held in both orifices by his probing fingers, pointed up into the air. My god, but it was an embarrassing and humiliating position! I could feel my cheeks burn crimson and the blood rush to my head.

"Everyone should contemplate life from this position, I think. We all need to be reminded occasionally of what servitude means in practical terms. And I think I'd like especially to hear from your own lips how it is you understand your own. Tell me what it is you want, Linda."

I closed my eyes and, rising and falling on tiptoe, began to push my ass up toward his fingers.

"I want you fuck me, to fuck my mouth and my cunt and my ass, day and night, Charles. I want you to use me. I want that cock, like a sledgehammer, to pound me to tears. And I want to watch you fuck my husband like a girl, to put his ass on, like putting on a tight boot, over your cock, and to see your cum dripping from his little, red, distended ass-hole. I want.."

"Well, well," Charles interrupted. "We certainly wax poetic when we're horny, don't we? There's nothing like a little good, old-fashioned lust to bring out the Emily Dickinson in all of us."

His fingers suddenly withdrew. There was a resounding "slap," as his hand smacked my ass hard, sending me further forward and onto my knees. My rear stung and I fought back a small sob.

"There is poetry in pain and punishment, too, Linda. Don't overlook how profound and fundamental cruelty is. Believe it or not, the dividing line between it and love is blurred and indistinct. Those who would have us believe otherwise are shallow people. They propagate their own cruelties with great abandon, call it love, then smugly denounce those whose honesty holds a mirror before them that they dare not look into."

He reached down and gently pulled my skirt down and over my ass. A hand touched my head, rested for a moment, then was gone.

"Go to your husband. I'll follow in a bit. Enjoy yourself."

I stood up and rubbed my smarting backside. Charles went into the kitchen and I heard the refrigerator door open as I went up the stairs.

I stopped at the top of the stairs for a moment to compose myself. I "switched gears" mentally, took a few deep breaths, then turned the corner and entered our bedroom.

Peter sat, naked, on the edge of the bed.

"So," I asked, "having a good time, husband?"

He shrugged sheepishly, but I could tell he had been masturbating from the pre-cum smeared on his large, hard cock poking up from his lap.

I put my hands on my hips and looked him up and down.

"My god, you're sexy, darling," I said. "Do you have any idea how often I've fantasized about other men fucking you? Charleswill be coming up in a little bit to do just that. I can hardly believe it. But you're not just going to let him do it because it turns me on, are you?"

I moved in front of him and firmly squeezed the tip of his penis in my fingers.

"Nope, you're also going to do it because you're so goddamn turned on and curious, you can hardly stand it. Just think about it! Another man's cock all the way up inside that cute little butt of yours. And not just any old cock, either. You saw and felt how big he was! Jesus, I'm creaming just thinking about the sight! He hasn't fucked me there, yet, but you have. Let me tell you something: it's gonna hurt, Peter. It's gonna hurt a lot. But it get's better. In fact, it gets so much better, you're not going to believe it. Trust me on this," I said, squeezing his cockhead so hard he grimaced for a second.

"Charles sent me up to help get you, dear husband, all nice and ready for him. He said he wants to butt-fuck you with no hassles or impediments. It's going to be my job to get you as accessible as possible for him, darling."

I patted his cheek then leaned down and licked his lips.

"Now get up on the bed, facing me, on your hands and knees."

Peter got up on the bed and knelt down, his hands and elbows on the edge of the bed and his ass in the air behind. I savored the sight for a moment, then went to the closet and into the little bag of goodies Charles had sent me to purchase.

I removed a fairly large black dildo, maybe seven or eight inches long and two inches in diameter. Peter kept his eyes on me the whole time.

"Suck on it for me, Peter," I said, gently using the tip to toy with his lips. He opened his mouth and took it in. The contrast between his pink lips and the fat, black cock-shaped dildo, was amazingly erotic. Holding his chin and looking into his eyes, I began to fuck his mouth with it. Now, as many times in the past, I wondered what it was like to be a man and have a cock; what the sensation was like. It must be so strange! After having my way with his mouth, I slowly withdrew it's glistening length. I patted the top of his head.

"That was very nice, darling. You make a marvelous cock-sucker," I said dreamily. I took a bottle of my hand-cream from the dresser and moved up on the bed behind Peter. I knelt down and squirted some into my palm. I warmed it for a second, then pressed a coated finger to his anus and slowly inserted it. He was tight, and the ring of his ass clung to my finger. Peter only shivered slightly as I withdrew it.

After coating the dildo with cream, and adding more to the crack of his ass, I placed the tip at his hole and began slowly to push.

"Peter," I said. "Push back and out with your sphincter. Your shoulder muscles are all bunched up, too. Try to relax. It's not so bad if you just open up to it."

The head of the dildo entered in a quick little jerk, then I slowly began to rotate it as I inserted it deeper. Peter was moaning just a bit, and pushing his hips and ass up to meet it. The sight and the idea of fucking my husband has always been a turn-on for me.

Using my left hand to fuck him with the rubber cock, I reached my right hand, the palm of which was full of soft cream, around and under his belly. I grabbed his hard-on and began to masturbate him in rhythm with the fucking motion of the dildo in my left hand. It didn't take too long, but Peter began to do all the work himself. He'd move his ass up, impaling himself on the dildo, then forward into my creamy palm in a rocking motion, back and forth, back and forth...

I withdrew my hand and patted his tight ass. Moving back a bit, I contemplated the glorious sight of my husband on his hands and knees, the end of a nice black dildo peeking out between his cheeks, his cute balls nestled just below and between his spread thighs. I masturbated for just a moment, quickly frigging my clit with my right hand.

"Don't move, Peter," I said. I got off the bed and rummaged again through the bag. I found what I was looking for and held it up in front of Peter's semi-focused eyes: another rubber penis, this time attached to the inside of a leather gag. Only about half as long as the one now in his ass, this one was much thicker around the base.

"Open up and take it, Peter," I commanded, putting it to his mouth. He did as he was told, taking its full length all the way into his mouth and to the back of his throat; his lips were stretched wide around the base. I pushed the last few inches in, then fastened the didlo\gag around his head tightly in the back.

I put my hands on my hips and enjoyed my handiwork.

"All husbands should be so lucky, darling. Both holes plugged, stretched and full!" I said with an evil grin. Peter closed his eyes and put his head down on the bed.

A voice came suddenly from the doorway.

"I agree. Peter is a very lucky husband," Charles said. He was leaning against the door, eating an apple. He had a thumb tucked haughtily in the wasteband of his jeans.

I stood in front of Peter and waited as Charles leisurely ate his apple. I noticed the dildo in Peter's ass was coming out just a bit, so I reached behind him and gently pushed it back in all the way. Another little moan came from his nose.

"Gratification delayed is so much sweeter," Charles said as he moved toward us. "I believe it would be appropriate for you to see your pretty wife have a turn first, Peter."

As Charles took me by my shoulders and turned me away from my husband, then bent me over the dresser directly across from Peter's face, he started singing Carley Simon's "Anticipation."

He grabbed the bottle of hand cream, turned and handed it to Peter, then unzipped his pants and pulled his erection out.

"I think your wife would appreciate it if you did a good job getting me ready, Peter," he said, waiting. Peter squirted some in his palm and coated Charles' cock. "That's good. We wouldn't want to have that pink little hole of her's permanently damaged, would we?"

I felt Charles' hands on my ass, spreading them wide. He kicked my feet wider apart, and then I felt the insistent pressure of his cock at my anus. I began to push against it, slowly at first, then with more determination. I knew if I could just get past the initial penetration of his huge glans, it probably wouldn't be too bad. The pain was beginning to come like a dull ache from my bottom. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and pushed back even harder. There was a sudden "popping" sensation, and he entered in a rush. The groan from deep in my belly was loud and long. The shaft kept sliding up into me, up and up and up.. My god, I couldn't believe I was taking so much; there had to be an end to it. Finally, his hips touched my buttocks and he stopped for a bit. I didn't move and held my breath, the pain at my rear now fiery and burning.

"Got a good view, Peter? I'd say I'm about as far up your wife's ass as anybody's ever been."

He suddenly leaned forward on my back, cupped my breasts through my dress, and whispered in my ear.

"Don't fight it, Linda. Be a good little girl and submit to it. And don't forget all the sensations of your little ass-fuck, wifey, since I'm sure you'll want to remember them when you watch your husband take it just like you're about to."

He leaned up, put his hands on my shoulders and began to fuck me. Slowly at first, he would pull out until I could feel the tug of his crown against my sphincter, then push up into the depths of my belly. I turned my head and glanced at Peter, watching us. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I could visualize the sight he was afforded. His wife bent over the dresser, dress hiked up, legs spread, Charles bent over me, slamming up faster now into my ass, his balls slapping against my groin and cunt. I reached down and began to masturbate. The pain, never exactly going away, had begun its slow transformation into pleasure, a mixture of feelings it is almost impossible to describe to anyone who has not been fucked in the ass.

Charles was slamming me up against the dresser now, pumping hard and fast into my rear. I had a brief and ludicrous vision of a baseball bat being pistoned into my bottom. As my orgasm went through my body and veins, I screamed into the bend in my arm, then bit the skin until I could taste blood. With a last hard thrust that sent me up and onto my tiptoes, Charles stopped.

My body was shuddering and twitching uncontrollably. I reached behind us and grabbed his hips, holding him in me tightly. My cunt throbbed and pounded.

He suddenly pulled back, in one quick motion, and the head popped free. I squeezed my eyes tight and fought back the familiar feeling, after anal sex, that I had to use the bathroom.

I lay like a wet towel over the dresser, not wanting to move at all. Charles slapped my ass again, hard, bringing another little squeal from me.

"Good stuff, huh, Peter? That's how you do it. Now let's see if you've learned anything from our little instructional display. Come on Linda, get up here and help me hump your husband."
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