SHE CHEATS, I BEAT by Throne
"Get your sorry ass in here," my wife Fran bawled from the downstairs den.
I left the dishes I was washing and hurried to obey. All I had on was a ruffled yellow apron and matching rubber gloves. You can imagine what a sight I made and how ashamed I felt. But that wasn't the worst of it. When I got there she was sitting on the couch with her new friend Tisa, who must have come in through the patio doors. I glanced nervously at that entrance, wishing the floor-length curtains were closed. Probably no one would see me but even the slightest chance of being spotted was nerve wracking. I stood in front of them with my hands at my sides, blushing.
"What do you think?" my wife asked her friend.
"Pitiful," Tisa said. "Not only is he a shrimp but he lets you push him around as much as you want."
I tried not to stare at them. Both women are tall, with very full curvy figures. They dress a to show off their shapes and favor sexy shoes and boots. At that moment their low-cut tops and tiny skirts displayed plenty of cleavage and leg.
Fran said, "Tisa, you never believe me when I tell you how itsy-bitsy his dick is. It's time you got to see it."
The other woman laughed. "I don't know if I want to. It might put me off men."
"Nah, not real men. Here, I'll make him flash you." She gave me a mocking look. "Come on, stud. Lift up your pretty apron and show Tisa what you've got to offer a woman."
I put my rubber-gloved fingers on the hem of the colorful apron and hesitated. Then, hating the way she was shaming me, I raised it high. Tisa pointed and giggled loudly.
"I didn't know they came that small. I mean, on adult men."
"Yeah, that's why he's not allowed to poke it inside me. Now you understand why all he gets to do in bed is use his mouth."
"Really. So does he just go around with a bad case of blue balls all the time?"
"That's all he deserves, but I'm too nice to never let him cum. So I have him jerk off in front of me. He hates it. When I don't let him, he has sore balls. When I do, he has to put on a show for me." She held me with her eyes. "Want to see the monkey do his tricks?"
I knew the look she was giving me. It meant don't give her any backtalk -- or else. I didn't want her using her fists, so I stayed there, meekly waiting for Tisa's answer.
"Hey, why not. The weakling deserves to be made a spectacle of." She laughed. "And it'll give him something to think about every time he steals peeks at my big tits and ass." She gazed hard at me. "What? You thought I didn't see what you were doing, pervert?"
"Go on," Fran told me gloatingly. "Take a good look at Tisa while you play with your little pud."
I blushed hotly but put my hand on my penis. Hesitantly, I began to stroke. Tisa stood, put her hands under her breasts, and hefted them at me. Then she turned, shoved out her bottom, and wagged it suggestively. All at once I had a raging hard-on. Raging, but only four inches long and not at all thick. She sat back down as I stood there masturbating with my gloved hand. My wife made me tuck the bottom of the apron into the side ties, lick the fingers of the other glove and use them on my sensitive nipples under the apron top. That got me even more aroused, on the verge of one of my usual premature ejaculations.
"That's enough," Fran snapped. "Let go of that little worm and go back to washing the dishes."
I barely kept myself from moaning out loud with frustration. She knew how desperate it left me when she had me work myself to the brink and then didn't let me go all the way. Trying not to cry, I returned to the kitchen, my bare buttocks exposed as I walked away from the women.
"You know," I heard Tisa say as I departed. "I'll tell you exactly what you need, girl."
Half an hour later, just as I had finished putting away the dishes, I was called again. Once more I rushed to respond. They were still on the couch, wearing smug expressions. Whatever they had been discussing, it wasn't going to be good for me, I knew.
"Tisa had the perfect idea," Fran announced. "Since you're no good for real sex, she's going to introduce me to a friend of the guy she's seeing. Don't you think that's great?"
I forgot all the hard lessons I'd learned and blurted out, "But we're married. You're my wife. I mean, you can't go out with some... with..." Belatedly it struck me how foolish I appeared, standing there in just apron and gloves, trying to tell her what not to do. She had made me masturbate in front of Tisa a short while ago. She forbade me sex. My normal submissiveness returned. I hung my head, regretting the scene I had made. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to have that outburst. Whatever you want to do is fine. You always know best, dear."
She stood and came to me in two long strides. Her hand flashed out and cracked me across the face. Then she punched me hard in the stomach. As I doubled over she said with false sincerity, "I'm so glad you agree -- dear."
They decided Tisa and her date should come over the next night with the other guy. I felt ill just thinking about it but knew I had no say in the matter. In fact, I had to go out and buy alcohol and snacks for the get-together. I spent the rest of that day and early evening fretting about what was happening.
The following morning I had to clean the entire house, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties and fuzzy matching slippers. I spent the afternoon helping Fran select an appropriately slutty outfit. She settled on tiny shorts and a belly shirt, one of those tops that leaves the midriff bare. She's a bit plump around the middle but didn't care, mentioning casually that Tisa had said the guy who was coming liked his women that way. On her feet were what are called 'fuck-me' shoes, bright red, with open toes and stacked heels. Then I had to get the snacks ready. Finally, my wife let me get out of my demeaning attire. I was relieved when she permitted me to wear slacks, a short sleeved shirt, and slip on loafers. Of course, the pants were too tight and showed off my lack of a crotch bulge, the shirt was bright yellow, and the shoes had leather tassels on them.
My anxiety grew until it was time for the guests to arrive. When the doorbell rang I had to go and answer it. There on our front porch were Tisa and a couple of tall, sturdily built men. She had on clothes similar to what my wife was wearing and, despite my troubled state of mind, I couldn't help gaping at her lush body. She brushed past me and her boyfriend followed, his broad hand shoving me in the middle of my chest, knocking me back against the door jamb. The other man gave me a withering glare as he passed. I followed apprehensively. In the living room my wife gave Tisa a hug. They were chest-to-chest, big boobs pressed together. Then Tisa made introductions.
"Fran, this is my boyfriend Chuck. And that's his buddy, Dave."
"Hey guys," my wife said. "Glad you're here." She locked eyes with Dave. "Especially you."
Then she took a step toward him and held out her arms. My insides twisted. He raised his powerful arms and wrapped them around her, and they shared a long embrace. When he released her she stepped back, but not far, and turned her face up, half closing her eyes. Dave cupped her chin and leaned forward to give her a light kiss. She purred happily and put her hands on his hips. He placed himself against her and, firmly holding her shoulders, pressed his lips to hers again, this time fiercly, delivering a kiss that went on and on. I could tell that both of them were using their tongues. If I could have fled the room I would have. I fought not to start crying.
"Mmmm," Fran said when they finally seperated. "I could get used to that. Lots of that."
The two of them sat on the sofa, very close together, while the other couple went to the couch. My wife took drink orders and instructed me to fill them. I went disconsolately to the kitchen, my head whirling. Fran already controlled my money, taking my pay and returning only a few dollars to get me through the week. She dictated what I could and couldn't do, not giving me any personal time or letting me have any TV privileges. And now this, the prospect of her cheating on me, with another couple aware of it, and whatever else might be involved. I mechanically mixed two rum-and-colas and two whiskey-and-sodas. After I handed them around and didn't get so much as a 'thank you', I went and sat on an uncomfortable wooden chair in the corner.
As my wife chatted with the others she let her hand fall onto Dave's thigh. She took another swallow of her drink and moved her fingers higher, toward the impressively large bulge at the juncture of his legs. Tisa didn't help my situation any by changing the topic of conversation from reality TV shows, which they all liked, to sex. Fran looked at Dave and then at me.
My wife said, "I love sex, but my husband is a complete waste in the bedroom. All he's good for is eating my pussy."
Tisa made it worse by adding, "Yeah, she made him show me his peter yesterday and it's so small it's hilarious. I mean, it's more like the right size for a... a bunny rabbit."
They all laughed at that. Fran went on, "But he's no rabbit when it comes to screwing. Not fast or good or anything. That's why I don't let him inside me anymore." She looked to Dave signifigantly. "And that's why I need a man with the real thing between his legs." Her gaze fell to his crotch and her hand advanced to his fly.
When he didn't stop her, she pulled down his zipper. I wrung my hands as she undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She rubbed her fingers over the front of his boxer shorts and grinned.
"Damn. What have you got in there, lover? A freaking boa constrictor?"
To my horror she put her face in his lap and nuzzled him down there. Then she worked free his cock. It was huge and still growing. I bit my lips as she licked its large head and brought his organ to its full length, nine thick inches. I mentally contrasted that with my meager, slender four. Fran sneered at me and then fitted her full lips around the end of his cock.
"Whoa," Tisa said. "That's a real jawbreaker. Don't hurt yourself, girlfriend." She laughed and gave Chuck's crotch a squeeze. Then she freed his member and duplicated the performance my wife was giving. Between sucks of her date's organ she told Fran, "We are two lucky ladies."
My wife brought up her head. "I am now. This is a hell of an improvement over what I married. In fact, I want this meatpole inside me right now." To Dave she said, "Ready to move into the bedroom, lover?"
"Sounds good, babe." He put is hand under her abbreviated top and over her breast, which was braless.
It was all too much for me. I blurted out, "Fran. Darling. Please stop and think about what you're doing. You're my wife."
"Right," she told me. "But unless you can grow that little nothing dick of yours into something like this, I'm not your wife when it comes to sex. Dave and me are going to hit the sheets right now and I'm finally going to get the screwing I need." When I let out a loud whimper she turned to the stud next to her. "Hey, man, would you go over there and explain to Mister No-Nuts what's going on?"
"That'll be fun," he replied as he stood, yanked up his jeans, and refastened then.
He strode across the room, grabbed me by the front of my bright shirt, and yanked me to my feet. His fist buried itself in my stomach and I doubled over in pain. When he released me I crumpled to the floor at his feet. He put the sole of his shoe on the side of my face and rested his weight on me.
"Here's what you're going to do, you dickless wimp. You're going to lick the bottom of my shoe, ask me real nicely to fuck your wife, and apologize to her for being an asshole." He pressed down hard. "Understand?"
Afraid that he might stomp on my head, starting to cry, I blubbered, "Okay, I'll do it." When he pressed down again, I changed that to, "Yes Sir, I'll do everything you said. Thank you for... for telling me what to do." I would have said anything to prevent him from brutalizing me.
Dave moved back to the sofa, sat, and crossed one leg over the other, making the sole of his shoe available to me. I choked at the thought of what I was about to do. Then I got up onto my knees and shuffled to him.
Fran said, "Hold on. This has to be just right." To me she said, "Drop your pants, stupid. I want everyone to see that joke you've got instead of a cock."
I blushed but undid my pants and pushed them to my knees. Then I hooked my fingers under the elastic of my jockey shorts and lowered them as well. Everyone chuckled at the ridiculous sight I made and at my tiny dick. Dave leaned over to tug hard on both sides of my shirtfront, separating them by popping loose all the top buttons. I had to undo the few remaining and then he tugged the shirt back so that it trapped my arms. He sat up straight and Fran reached down to take my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She gave them a few mild stretches and twists, which got my penis hard.
"He loves having his titties played with," she explained to everyone. "Just like a girl. I do that sometimes before he eats me, because the hornier he is, the better he uses his mouth."
Dave said, "Let's see if it makes him do a better job on my shoe." He glared at me. "Get busy, shoe boy."
I stuck out my tongue and ran it over the dirty bottom of his shoe, trying not to gag. He let me do that a dozen times, with everyone watching and the women giggling, before he put down his foot.
Then he announced, "Time for you to ask me to do your sexy wife. And make it good, loser."
Hating myself, I begged him, "Please, Sir, will you take my wife to the bedroom and..." The word stuck in my throat but I managed to get it out. "... fuck her properly." When he didn't respond I added, "She needs it very much. Because I'm not allowed to do it." Still he didn't say anything. I continued, "I'm not permitted to have sex with my wife because my dick is so small. I can't satisfy her."
"And," Fran added, to my embarrassment, "he squirts his little load right away."
Miserably, I agreed out loud, "And I always squirt too soon. She needs a large penis -- " I revised that. "-- a huge cock like yours. Sir."
He guffawed at my self-deprecating speech. My wife put both hands on his hard bicep and kissed him passionately as a reward. He responded by heaping more humiliation on me.
"Now tell her you're sorry for complaining before. Tell her what an asshole you are, shoe licker. Say it, geek."
I had to meet Fran's excited gaze. "I'm so sorry I talked to you like I did earlier. I had no right to do that. You have every right to go to bed with Dave. To..." It hurt to go on. "... get fucked by a man with the proper equipment for the job. I'm an asshole, Fran, and I'll never object again if you decide you need sex with someone else."
"IF?" she said incredulously. "You really are an asshole. For sure I'm going to want more after this. Dave and me will be dating from now on." She paused and put her hand on his crotch. "If that's okay with you, baby." His grin told her he was all for it. To me she concluded, "I'm going to let him ride me whenever he pleases. I'll give him blowjobs that would make a whore blush. He can leave bite marks on my tits or pinch my ass till it's black and blue. Anything he wants is fine with me, so long as I get that monster cock buried in my cunt." She took a deep breath and then commanded me, "Now lick his other shoe clean, shit-for-brains."
Dave challenged me with a hard stare. I think he wanted me to disobey so he could smack me around for everyone's entertainment. But I was a coward and began lapping the sole of his other shoe. By the time he let me stop, which wasn't until he had finished his drink, there was no doubt in anyone's mind, including mine, that I was a broken man. Fran told me get naked and make fresh drinks. Tish followed me to the kitchen.
Once there she said, "I think this is working out really well, don't you, crybaby?"
I sniffled and continued working. "Please," I pleaded. "Don't give my wife anymore ideas. She wouldn't have thought of this without you."
Tish grabbed my hair and slapped my face hard several times. "You really are an idiot. I like doing crap like this. I think it's funny that you're going to get cheated on all the time now. I think it's hilarious that Dave punched you and made you act like a wussy in front of everybody. And I really loved slapping your face. Don't you get it? I met Fran, saw what a weakling you are, and knew I had to completely ruin your marriage. For you, not for her."
"W... why?" I asked tearfully.
"Because it gets me hot. When Chuck and I go into the spare bedroom we're going to fuck like crazy. Fran and Dave are going to do the same thing. I can see that she gets off on wrecking your life, too. Which means that she's going to want to do it ALL the time. You are in for a world or hurting, asswipe."
I began to bawl then. Fran came into the room and Tish told her everything she had said. Fran agreed that she got hot from being cruel to me and seeing others do the same. Tish made me stand there with my hands at my side while she repeated the face slapping. I could see how aroused that made my wife.
We went back with the drinks and the couples paired off, going to the two bedrooms. I had to get down on all fours, naked, outside the main bedroom door, which was left open a crack so I wouldn't miss any sounds or words they produced.
"Jeezis," Dave exclaimed. "Those are some killer tits, woman. Let's have a look at that big ass, too."
"Anything you want, stud. You own me. I'm hooked on your killer cock already. Just think what it'll be like after I've been pounded by it."
"Yeah, and I don't shoot off early like your worthless husband out in the hall."
They laughed. My wife told Dave, "Let my get you out of those jeans, honey. A beautiful cock like that shouldn't be cramped up that way. There you go. Sit on the edge of the bed, why don't you, and I'll show you some more of what I can do with my mouth. I'm a little out of practice, because I've never sucked that shrimpy thing my husband has. But what you've got, I could keep my mouth on that all night."
Seconds later I was listening to wet sounds and Dave's appreciative moans. Fran was giving him the full treatment. Then I heard the bed creak as they prepared for the main act.
My wife asked Dave, "How about doggy style. I want to feel you up against my ass, baby."
"That's cool. I just want to drill you right now, sweet cheeks, after all that good cocksucking."
"Stick it in me, Dave. Please. I'm yours. That wimp hubby of mine isn't good for anything but waiting in the hall and listening to us screw our brains out."
She moaned loudly. "Oh man, that feels sooooo sweet. Hammer me, Dave. Make me squeal. You're in all the way to your big balls. It's incredible. My husband is a piece of crap and no good for anything but eating my cunt."
He kept her going like that for nearly a half hour before they shared prolonged, vocal orgasms. When at last they were done I was still cowering outside the door, replaying every second of their fevered encounter in my mind. My marriage was ruined but I knew Fran wouldn't let me escape, not as much as she obviously enjoyed tormenting me.
A short while later she emerged, her shapely legs wobbling a bit. In her hand were her crumpled panties. "I mopped up Dave's cum from my pussy with these." She rubbed the damp material all over my face. "Open your mouth, husband dearest. That's it," she said, stuffing the soiled undergarment between my lips. "Now keep them there to remind you of what your life is going to be like from now on." She savored her words for a moment. "Now I have to go take a piss."
I watched her wide, shapely bottom rolling as she walked away. How long had it been since she had let me climax? A week? More like ten days. When she returned I was still there, her panties peeking out of my mouth. Fran snickered and made a show of sensually licking her lips. She teased my dick with her toes until I had another erection. Tish came out of the other bedroom. She had used her panties to clean herself too. I suppose they had planned that. She put them over my head with the sticky crotch band against my nose. Fran went back into our bedroom -- if you could still call it 'ours' after what had just happened -- and emerged carrying a torn stocking I had seen her throw into the trash the day before. She fitted it over my head so that it held Tish's panties where they were and prevented me from ejecting Fran's from my mouth. They chortled at the unmanly sight of me like that.
It has been three months since that night. My wife and Dave see each other several times a week. Occasionally it's just to go out for drinks, but usually it's to stay here and have sex in what used to be our marital bed. She always leaves me outside the door and 'rewards' me with her panties, after using them to clean her pussy. The added indignity of the stocking hood I only have to endure occasionally, thought it's always that same stocking, which has become quite dirty by now.
Dave thinks up additional indignities to inflict on me. He knows it excites my wife and he wants to make it unmistakably clear how lowly my position is. Sometimes he wears his heavy work boots and I have to unlace them and take them off his feet while Fran kisses him or sucks his cock. I have to keep plenty of beer in the fridge for him. He enjoys making me crawl there to fetch him a can of it whenever he wants one. The other evening, when Tish and Chuck came to visit, he demonstrated wrestling holds on me for half an hour, while I was dressed in only a pair of filmy, peach-colored panties, and left me sore all over.
My sex life? It might as well be non-existent. I provide Fran with all the oral sex she wants, which is plenty. She isn't too fastidious after sex with Dave, so I've tasted his sperm when I go down on her, as well as from having her panties in my mouth. She sexuallly teases me all the time, liking the way it makes me desperate for release. Sometimes Tish helps her. The nights when both of them spend hours stimulating me and not letting me finish are awful. My poor balls ache most of the time.
When I am permitted release it is always by my own hand. Fran delights in calling me 'jerk-off' and mocking me while I stroke myself. Usually she lets me start and then makes me stop just short of my goal. Anytime I am allowed to complete the act, she assures that it is extra humiliating for me. Either I have to be licking her feet or kissing her ass at the moment of climax. She might be on the phone to Tish, telling her what's going on while I do it. Or else they'll be chatting about sex, with my wife raving about Dave's technique, staying power and, most of all, his battering ram cock. Oh, and I always have to have a pair of Fran's used panties wrapped around my pecker when I wank. After I cum into them they go right into my mouth and stay there for at least an hour, usually more.
So that's the way it is. Fran cheats and I beat. She has fantastic sex several times every week and I'm allowed to beat off once a month or, if she wants to humiliate me more often, after only two weeks. She cheats, I beat.
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"Get your sorry ass in here," my wife Fran bawled from the downstairs den.
I left the dishes I was washing and hurried to obey. All I had on was a ruffled yellow apron and matching rubber gloves. You can imagine what a sight I made and how ashamed I felt. But that wasn't the worst of it. When I got there she was sitting on the couch with her new friend Tisa, who must have come in through the patio doors. I glanced nervously at that entrance, wishing the floor-length curtains were closed. Probably no one would see me but even the slightest chance of being spotted was nerve wracking. I stood in front of them with my hands at my sides, blushing.
"What do you think?" my wife asked her friend.
"Pitiful," Tisa said. "Not only is he a shrimp but he lets you push him around as much as you want."
I tried not to stare at them. Both women are tall, with very full curvy figures. They dress a to show off their shapes and favor sexy shoes and boots. At that moment their low-cut tops and tiny skirts displayed plenty of cleavage and leg.
Fran said, "Tisa, you never believe me when I tell you how itsy-bitsy his dick is. It's time you got to see it."
The other woman laughed. "I don't know if I want to. It might put me off men."
"Nah, not real men. Here, I'll make him flash you." She gave me a mocking look. "Come on, stud. Lift up your pretty apron and show Tisa what you've got to offer a woman."
I put my rubber-gloved fingers on the hem of the colorful apron and hesitated. Then, hating the way she was shaming me, I raised it high. Tisa pointed and giggled loudly.
"I didn't know they came that small. I mean, on adult men."
"Yeah, that's why he's not allowed to poke it inside me. Now you understand why all he gets to do in bed is use his mouth."
"Really. So does he just go around with a bad case of blue balls all the time?"
"That's all he deserves, but I'm too nice to never let him cum. So I have him jerk off in front of me. He hates it. When I don't let him, he has sore balls. When I do, he has to put on a show for me." She held me with her eyes. "Want to see the monkey do his tricks?"
I knew the look she was giving me. It meant don't give her any backtalk -- or else. I didn't want her using her fists, so I stayed there, meekly waiting for Tisa's answer.
"Hey, why not. The weakling deserves to be made a spectacle of." She laughed. "And it'll give him something to think about every time he steals peeks at my big tits and ass." She gazed hard at me. "What? You thought I didn't see what you were doing, pervert?"
"Go on," Fran told me gloatingly. "Take a good look at Tisa while you play with your little pud."
I blushed hotly but put my hand on my penis. Hesitantly, I began to stroke. Tisa stood, put her hands under her breasts, and hefted them at me. Then she turned, shoved out her bottom, and wagged it suggestively. All at once I had a raging hard-on. Raging, but only four inches long and not at all thick. She sat back down as I stood there masturbating with my gloved hand. My wife made me tuck the bottom of the apron into the side ties, lick the fingers of the other glove and use them on my sensitive nipples under the apron top. That got me even more aroused, on the verge of one of my usual premature ejaculations.
"That's enough," Fran snapped. "Let go of that little worm and go back to washing the dishes."
I barely kept myself from moaning out loud with frustration. She knew how desperate it left me when she had me work myself to the brink and then didn't let me go all the way. Trying not to cry, I returned to the kitchen, my bare buttocks exposed as I walked away from the women.
"You know," I heard Tisa say as I departed. "I'll tell you exactly what you need, girl."
Half an hour later, just as I had finished putting away the dishes, I was called again. Once more I rushed to respond. They were still on the couch, wearing smug expressions. Whatever they had been discussing, it wasn't going to be good for me, I knew.
"Tisa had the perfect idea," Fran announced. "Since you're no good for real sex, she's going to introduce me to a friend of the guy she's seeing. Don't you think that's great?"
I forgot all the hard lessons I'd learned and blurted out, "But we're married. You're my wife. I mean, you can't go out with some... with..." Belatedly it struck me how foolish I appeared, standing there in just apron and gloves, trying to tell her what not to do. She had made me masturbate in front of Tisa a short while ago. She forbade me sex. My normal submissiveness returned. I hung my head, regretting the scene I had made. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to have that outburst. Whatever you want to do is fine. You always know best, dear."
She stood and came to me in two long strides. Her hand flashed out and cracked me across the face. Then she punched me hard in the stomach. As I doubled over she said with false sincerity, "I'm so glad you agree -- dear."
They decided Tisa and her date should come over the next night with the other guy. I felt ill just thinking about it but knew I had no say in the matter. In fact, I had to go out and buy alcohol and snacks for the get-together. I spent the rest of that day and early evening fretting about what was happening.
The following morning I had to clean the entire house, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties and fuzzy matching slippers. I spent the afternoon helping Fran select an appropriately slutty outfit. She settled on tiny shorts and a belly shirt, one of those tops that leaves the midriff bare. She's a bit plump around the middle but didn't care, mentioning casually that Tisa had said the guy who was coming liked his women that way. On her feet were what are called 'fuck-me' shoes, bright red, with open toes and stacked heels. Then I had to get the snacks ready. Finally, my wife let me get out of my demeaning attire. I was relieved when she permitted me to wear slacks, a short sleeved shirt, and slip on loafers. Of course, the pants were too tight and showed off my lack of a crotch bulge, the shirt was bright yellow, and the shoes had leather tassels on them.
My anxiety grew until it was time for the guests to arrive. When the doorbell rang I had to go and answer it. There on our front porch were Tisa and a couple of tall, sturdily built men. She had on clothes similar to what my wife was wearing and, despite my troubled state of mind, I couldn't help gaping at her lush body. She brushed past me and her boyfriend followed, his broad hand shoving me in the middle of my chest, knocking me back against the door jamb. The other man gave me a withering glare as he passed. I followed apprehensively. In the living room my wife gave Tisa a hug. They were chest-to-chest, big boobs pressed together. Then Tisa made introductions.
"Fran, this is my boyfriend Chuck. And that's his buddy, Dave."
"Hey guys," my wife said. "Glad you're here." She locked eyes with Dave. "Especially you."
Then she took a step toward him and held out her arms. My insides twisted. He raised his powerful arms and wrapped them around her, and they shared a long embrace. When he released her she stepped back, but not far, and turned her face up, half closing her eyes. Dave cupped her chin and leaned forward to give her a light kiss. She purred happily and put her hands on his hips. He placed himself against her and, firmly holding her shoulders, pressed his lips to hers again, this time fiercly, delivering a kiss that went on and on. I could tell that both of them were using their tongues. If I could have fled the room I would have. I fought not to start crying.
"Mmmm," Fran said when they finally seperated. "I could get used to that. Lots of that."
The two of them sat on the sofa, very close together, while the other couple went to the couch. My wife took drink orders and instructed me to fill them. I went disconsolately to the kitchen, my head whirling. Fran already controlled my money, taking my pay and returning only a few dollars to get me through the week. She dictated what I could and couldn't do, not giving me any personal time or letting me have any TV privileges. And now this, the prospect of her cheating on me, with another couple aware of it, and whatever else might be involved. I mechanically mixed two rum-and-colas and two whiskey-and-sodas. After I handed them around and didn't get so much as a 'thank you', I went and sat on an uncomfortable wooden chair in the corner.
As my wife chatted with the others she let her hand fall onto Dave's thigh. She took another swallow of her drink and moved her fingers higher, toward the impressively large bulge at the juncture of his legs. Tisa didn't help my situation any by changing the topic of conversation from reality TV shows, which they all liked, to sex. Fran looked at Dave and then at me.
My wife said, "I love sex, but my husband is a complete waste in the bedroom. All he's good for is eating my pussy."
Tisa made it worse by adding, "Yeah, she made him show me his peter yesterday and it's so small it's hilarious. I mean, it's more like the right size for a... a bunny rabbit."
They all laughed at that. Fran went on, "But he's no rabbit when it comes to screwing. Not fast or good or anything. That's why I don't let him inside me anymore." She looked to Dave signifigantly. "And that's why I need a man with the real thing between his legs." Her gaze fell to his crotch and her hand advanced to his fly.
When he didn't stop her, she pulled down his zipper. I wrung my hands as she undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She rubbed her fingers over the front of his boxer shorts and grinned.
"Damn. What have you got in there, lover? A freaking boa constrictor?"
To my horror she put her face in his lap and nuzzled him down there. Then she worked free his cock. It was huge and still growing. I bit my lips as she licked its large head and brought his organ to its full length, nine thick inches. I mentally contrasted that with my meager, slender four. Fran sneered at me and then fitted her full lips around the end of his cock.
"Whoa," Tisa said. "That's a real jawbreaker. Don't hurt yourself, girlfriend." She laughed and gave Chuck's crotch a squeeze. Then she freed his member and duplicated the performance my wife was giving. Between sucks of her date's organ she told Fran, "We are two lucky ladies."
My wife brought up her head. "I am now. This is a hell of an improvement over what I married. In fact, I want this meatpole inside me right now." To Dave she said, "Ready to move into the bedroom, lover?"
"Sounds good, babe." He put is hand under her abbreviated top and over her breast, which was braless.
It was all too much for me. I blurted out, "Fran. Darling. Please stop and think about what you're doing. You're my wife."
"Right," she told me. "But unless you can grow that little nothing dick of yours into something like this, I'm not your wife when it comes to sex. Dave and me are going to hit the sheets right now and I'm finally going to get the screwing I need." When I let out a loud whimper she turned to the stud next to her. "Hey, man, would you go over there and explain to Mister No-Nuts what's going on?"
"That'll be fun," he replied as he stood, yanked up his jeans, and refastened then.
He strode across the room, grabbed me by the front of my bright shirt, and yanked me to my feet. His fist buried itself in my stomach and I doubled over in pain. When he released me I crumpled to the floor at his feet. He put the sole of his shoe on the side of my face and rested his weight on me.
"Here's what you're going to do, you dickless wimp. You're going to lick the bottom of my shoe, ask me real nicely to fuck your wife, and apologize to her for being an asshole." He pressed down hard. "Understand?"
Afraid that he might stomp on my head, starting to cry, I blubbered, "Okay, I'll do it." When he pressed down again, I changed that to, "Yes Sir, I'll do everything you said. Thank you for... for telling me what to do." I would have said anything to prevent him from brutalizing me.
Dave moved back to the sofa, sat, and crossed one leg over the other, making the sole of his shoe available to me. I choked at the thought of what I was about to do. Then I got up onto my knees and shuffled to him.
Fran said, "Hold on. This has to be just right." To me she said, "Drop your pants, stupid. I want everyone to see that joke you've got instead of a cock."
I blushed but undid my pants and pushed them to my knees. Then I hooked my fingers under the elastic of my jockey shorts and lowered them as well. Everyone chuckled at the ridiculous sight I made and at my tiny dick. Dave leaned over to tug hard on both sides of my shirtfront, separating them by popping loose all the top buttons. I had to undo the few remaining and then he tugged the shirt back so that it trapped my arms. He sat up straight and Fran reached down to take my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She gave them a few mild stretches and twists, which got my penis hard.
"He loves having his titties played with," she explained to everyone. "Just like a girl. I do that sometimes before he eats me, because the hornier he is, the better he uses his mouth."
Dave said, "Let's see if it makes him do a better job on my shoe." He glared at me. "Get busy, shoe boy."
I stuck out my tongue and ran it over the dirty bottom of his shoe, trying not to gag. He let me do that a dozen times, with everyone watching and the women giggling, before he put down his foot.
Then he announced, "Time for you to ask me to do your sexy wife. And make it good, loser."
Hating myself, I begged him, "Please, Sir, will you take my wife to the bedroom and..." The word stuck in my throat but I managed to get it out. "... fuck her properly." When he didn't respond I added, "She needs it very much. Because I'm not allowed to do it." Still he didn't say anything. I continued, "I'm not permitted to have sex with my wife because my dick is so small. I can't satisfy her."
"And," Fran added, to my embarrassment, "he squirts his little load right away."
Miserably, I agreed out loud, "And I always squirt too soon. She needs a large penis -- " I revised that. "-- a huge cock like yours. Sir."
He guffawed at my self-deprecating speech. My wife put both hands on his hard bicep and kissed him passionately as a reward. He responded by heaping more humiliation on me.
"Now tell her you're sorry for complaining before. Tell her what an asshole you are, shoe licker. Say it, geek."
I had to meet Fran's excited gaze. "I'm so sorry I talked to you like I did earlier. I had no right to do that. You have every right to go to bed with Dave. To..." It hurt to go on. "... get fucked by a man with the proper equipment for the job. I'm an asshole, Fran, and I'll never object again if you decide you need sex with someone else."
"IF?" she said incredulously. "You really are an asshole. For sure I'm going to want more after this. Dave and me will be dating from now on." She paused and put her hand on his crotch. "If that's okay with you, baby." His grin told her he was all for it. To me she concluded, "I'm going to let him ride me whenever he pleases. I'll give him blowjobs that would make a whore blush. He can leave bite marks on my tits or pinch my ass till it's black and blue. Anything he wants is fine with me, so long as I get that monster cock buried in my cunt." She took a deep breath and then commanded me, "Now lick his other shoe clean, shit-for-brains."
Dave challenged me with a hard stare. I think he wanted me to disobey so he could smack me around for everyone's entertainment. But I was a coward and began lapping the sole of his other shoe. By the time he let me stop, which wasn't until he had finished his drink, there was no doubt in anyone's mind, including mine, that I was a broken man. Fran told me get naked and make fresh drinks. Tish followed me to the kitchen.
Once there she said, "I think this is working out really well, don't you, crybaby?"
I sniffled and continued working. "Please," I pleaded. "Don't give my wife anymore ideas. She wouldn't have thought of this without you."
Tish grabbed my hair and slapped my face hard several times. "You really are an idiot. I like doing crap like this. I think it's funny that you're going to get cheated on all the time now. I think it's hilarious that Dave punched you and made you act like a wussy in front of everybody. And I really loved slapping your face. Don't you get it? I met Fran, saw what a weakling you are, and knew I had to completely ruin your marriage. For you, not for her."
"W... why?" I asked tearfully.
"Because it gets me hot. When Chuck and I go into the spare bedroom we're going to fuck like crazy. Fran and Dave are going to do the same thing. I can see that she gets off on wrecking your life, too. Which means that she's going to want to do it ALL the time. You are in for a world or hurting, asswipe."
I began to bawl then. Fran came into the room and Tish told her everything she had said. Fran agreed that she got hot from being cruel to me and seeing others do the same. Tish made me stand there with my hands at my side while she repeated the face slapping. I could see how aroused that made my wife.
We went back with the drinks and the couples paired off, going to the two bedrooms. I had to get down on all fours, naked, outside the main bedroom door, which was left open a crack so I wouldn't miss any sounds or words they produced.
"Jeezis," Dave exclaimed. "Those are some killer tits, woman. Let's have a look at that big ass, too."
"Anything you want, stud. You own me. I'm hooked on your killer cock already. Just think what it'll be like after I've been pounded by it."
"Yeah, and I don't shoot off early like your worthless husband out in the hall."
They laughed. My wife told Dave, "Let my get you out of those jeans, honey. A beautiful cock like that shouldn't be cramped up that way. There you go. Sit on the edge of the bed, why don't you, and I'll show you some more of what I can do with my mouth. I'm a little out of practice, because I've never sucked that shrimpy thing my husband has. But what you've got, I could keep my mouth on that all night."
Seconds later I was listening to wet sounds and Dave's appreciative moans. Fran was giving him the full treatment. Then I heard the bed creak as they prepared for the main act.
My wife asked Dave, "How about doggy style. I want to feel you up against my ass, baby."
"That's cool. I just want to drill you right now, sweet cheeks, after all that good cocksucking."
"Stick it in me, Dave. Please. I'm yours. That wimp hubby of mine isn't good for anything but waiting in the hall and listening to us screw our brains out."
She moaned loudly. "Oh man, that feels sooooo sweet. Hammer me, Dave. Make me squeal. You're in all the way to your big balls. It's incredible. My husband is a piece of crap and no good for anything but eating my cunt."
He kept her going like that for nearly a half hour before they shared prolonged, vocal orgasms. When at last they were done I was still cowering outside the door, replaying every second of their fevered encounter in my mind. My marriage was ruined but I knew Fran wouldn't let me escape, not as much as she obviously enjoyed tormenting me.
A short while later she emerged, her shapely legs wobbling a bit. In her hand were her crumpled panties. "I mopped up Dave's cum from my pussy with these." She rubbed the damp material all over my face. "Open your mouth, husband dearest. That's it," she said, stuffing the soiled undergarment between my lips. "Now keep them there to remind you of what your life is going to be like from now on." She savored her words for a moment. "Now I have to go take a piss."
I watched her wide, shapely bottom rolling as she walked away. How long had it been since she had let me climax? A week? More like ten days. When she returned I was still there, her panties peeking out of my mouth. Fran snickered and made a show of sensually licking her lips. She teased my dick with her toes until I had another erection. Tish came out of the other bedroom. She had used her panties to clean herself too. I suppose they had planned that. She put them over my head with the sticky crotch band against my nose. Fran went back into our bedroom -- if you could still call it 'ours' after what had just happened -- and emerged carrying a torn stocking I had seen her throw into the trash the day before. She fitted it over my head so that it held Tish's panties where they were and prevented me from ejecting Fran's from my mouth. They chortled at the unmanly sight of me like that.
It has been three months since that night. My wife and Dave see each other several times a week. Occasionally it's just to go out for drinks, but usually it's to stay here and have sex in what used to be our marital bed. She always leaves me outside the door and 'rewards' me with her panties, after using them to clean her pussy. The added indignity of the stocking hood I only have to endure occasionally, thought it's always that same stocking, which has become quite dirty by now.
Dave thinks up additional indignities to inflict on me. He knows it excites my wife and he wants to make it unmistakably clear how lowly my position is. Sometimes he wears his heavy work boots and I have to unlace them and take them off his feet while Fran kisses him or sucks his cock. I have to keep plenty of beer in the fridge for him. He enjoys making me crawl there to fetch him a can of it whenever he wants one. The other evening, when Tish and Chuck came to visit, he demonstrated wrestling holds on me for half an hour, while I was dressed in only a pair of filmy, peach-colored panties, and left me sore all over.
My sex life? It might as well be non-existent. I provide Fran with all the oral sex she wants, which is plenty. She isn't too fastidious after sex with Dave, so I've tasted his sperm when I go down on her, as well as from having her panties in my mouth. She sexuallly teases me all the time, liking the way it makes me desperate for release. Sometimes Tish helps her. The nights when both of them spend hours stimulating me and not letting me finish are awful. My poor balls ache most of the time.
When I am permitted release it is always by my own hand. Fran delights in calling me 'jerk-off' and mocking me while I stroke myself. Usually she lets me start and then makes me stop just short of my goal. Anytime I am allowed to complete the act, she assures that it is extra humiliating for me. Either I have to be licking her feet or kissing her ass at the moment of climax. She might be on the phone to Tish, telling her what's going on while I do it. Or else they'll be chatting about sex, with my wife raving about Dave's technique, staying power and, most of all, his battering ram cock. Oh, and I always have to have a pair of Fran's used panties wrapped around my pecker when I wank. After I cum into them they go right into my mouth and stay there for at least an hour, usually more.
So that's the way it is. Fran cheats and I beat. She has fantastic sex several times every week and I'm allowed to beat off once a month or, if she wants to humiliate me more often, after only two weeks. She cheats, I beat.
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