Surrendering Sarah

Chapter 4

Another slow day at work. It finally passed, but not without images of my wife and the biker replaying in my head.

I drove home hoping he'd give her the night off. Two bikes were parked in the driveway.

He stood facing me, just inside the door. Sarah was on her knees with her back to me. She encircled the head of his cock with her thumb and index finger. The harder she squeezed, the bigger and redder it became. Her other hand cradled his balls, lightly kneading one, then the other, exploring him with her fingertips. Her tongue worked feverishly under the shaft of his cock. Moving lower, she took his balls into her mouth, tonguing and sucking at them.

He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look up at him.

"Good girl. Still hungry?"

Her lower lip trembled as she whispered, "Yes".

"I thought so. Show your husband your favorite treat, for being such an obedient little wife."

She sucked the swollen head of his cock into her waiting mouth, milked him a few times with her small hands, and began to swallow her reward as the hot, thick stream of semen filled her mouth.

She pulled away after milking every last drop from him, and began to stand. He stopped her with a strong hand on each bare shoulder, and pushed her back to her knees.

"Bad girl. What did we learn after getting our treat? Do I have to punish you?"

She looked up at him with terror in her eyes.

"No, please. I'm sorry. Please don't punish me."

"Then, what do you say, Sarah?"

"Thank you for letting me drink your cum."

"Much better. Now get up. We need a little cooperation from Hubby here to get tonight's party going. Oh wait, you missed a spot, right - there."

He pointed to the corner of her mouth where a thin string of cum crossed over her cheek. She carefully removed it with a shaking finger, then placed it in her mouth and sucked it clean.

He led me to our bedroom, then sat me in a chair. Sarah returned with a roll duct tape and began to secure my wrists and ankles. She couldn't look at me. She cried as she worked. He stood behind her, a large hand stroking her ass, then disappearing between her legs. I looked down and saw two thick fingers enter her. She gasped, opened her legs wider, and finished taping me to the chair. He tore off one last piece and placed it over my mouth.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Little Joe stepped into the room, walked to my wife, and put a huge arm around her waist. His hand trailed down her belly, middle finger finally working its way inside her. He grinned at his friend, then at me. He was huge, bald, and covered with tattoos.

"Sarah, mind your manners. What do you say when you greet my friends?"

Slowly, she looked up into the face of the giant.

"May I drink your cum, please?"

He let out a sudden loud laugh.

"Man, you really have her trained right. Wish I could get my old lady to do that! Sure, Honey, you can have all the cum you can swallow. Here you go."

He unzipped his jeans and waited for her to begin. Sarah reached inside with one hand and pulled his cock free. Her hands went to work, rolling and squeezing it from root to tip. Her eyes widened as it grew into a massive, gnarled column of meat. Once in her mouth, its branching veins pulsed and throbbed, until he grunted and thrust his hips at her. I watched her soft throat convulse while she swallowed the streams of cum that jetted into her delicate mouth.

After she was sure to get every drop, she looked up and recited what was required of her.

"Thank you, Little Joe, for letting me drink your cum."

"Aww, ain't that sweet. She has manners, too. But I think you should really thank limp-dick over there in the chair. He's why you're here."

She glanced at me, then back at him, eyes pleading for mercy.

"Please, he's my husband - I can't do this - anything else, but not this."

"Hey, I thought you had her trained, man. Shit! I'm not asking you, you little cunt, I'm telling you! Thank the wimp, now!"

Six slow steps later she stood before me, her head lowered. Little Joe devoured every inch of her with bulging, glassy eyes as his friend pressed against her from behind, hands on her smooth shoulders. He stroked her neck and played with her short, dark hair, whispering to her while waiting for her response. I shook so violently that the chair rattled, inching slowly across the hardwood floor.

Her words hit me like a bullet to the chest.

"Thank you for letting me drink Little Joe's cum. . . I love taking his cock in my mouth. . . running my tongue over it. . .feeling it at the back of my throat. . .it's so much thicker and harder than yours. . .he floods my mouth when he cums. . . so much more than the tiny squirt you give me. . .thank you for giving me a real man to suck."

I was screaming from behind the duct tape before she was able to finish. I closed my eyes, shaking my head from side to side, trying to erase each word, one by one, as they ripped at me from her moist, swollen lips.

Then, opening my eyes, I watched through a curtain of tears as he turned her to face him, pulled her close, and ravaged her mouth with his invading tongue. She seemed to hang there, limp in his arms, as though she no longer had the strength to resist. I tore my eyes away when I saw her mouth open to him, her tongue wrestling with his. She wore her defeat with frightening resignation. I wore mine with anger and shame.