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Subject: {ASSM} Seduction by Story (M+/F, slut wife, reluc)
Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 17:10:03 -0400
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by Scorpio00155(c)

It was eleven at night and the Christmas party of our friends Ruth and
Alan was in full swing with everyone having a great time.  My wife
Brenda, never a great drinker at the best of times, was well gone
after three hours of partying and I knew she would suffer for it the
next day, but what the hell.  Sipping my drink I looked around the
room eyeing up the women and comparing them to my gorgeous wife, I may
be biased, but there was no comparison, Brenda was the most attractive
women in the room.  Brenda caught my eye as my gaze passed her way and
grinned, grinning back I walked over to the group she was with, Len,
an old friend of our and our host's, Jane, Len's wife, our hostess
Ruth and Jim who I knew, but not well.

As I approached I took stock of my wife's beauty, she had shoulder
length fine blonde hair that shone even in the low light in the room;
my eyes moved down to her face, her ice blue eyes sparkled as she
laughed at something that was said, her pert nose sat above lush, ripe
lips that just begged to be kissed.  Letting my eyes rove down over
her shoulders, which were all but bare, the only covering being the
thin straps of her black evening dress.  My eyes paused at her bust,
for those who like statistics Brenda is 5 foot 6 inches tall and a
shapely 36-24-36 and her breasts were more than a generous handful,
even for my large hands.  Sighing I let my eyes slide down over her
body admiring the cling of her dress to her shapely figure and the
swell of her hips, my only lament was that the dress hid most of
Brenda's legs, but I had the memory of their slender shapeliness. 
Despite being married to her for over eight years I still felt a surge
of arousal just looking at my wife and at 34 I thought she had never
looked better.

"Brian," my wife's soft lilting voice greeted me as I joined the
group, "you just have to see what Jim found on the Net."

Jim grinned as he held out some sheets of paper, raising an eyebrow I
took the pages and glanced at them, then read then more closely.  I'm
not sure why Jim had brought the printout, but it was a story he'd
picked up somewhere on the Internet called `Brenda's Choice' by
someone calling themselves Wordsworth.  The story was about a guy and
his wife at a party who get involved in an adult party game, the wife
ends up as the subject of `Ten Minutes of Heaven', which basically
meant a man tried to get her to so excited within ten minutes that she
says `fuck me'.  If she does say this has to do whatever the man wants
for an hour.  Though I only skipped over the story I was both amused
and a little turned on by the concept.

"Interesting," I commented with a grin as I handed the pages back to
Jim, "but a little far fetched."

"That's what I said." Brenda laughed.

"You have to admit though," Ruth laughed, "the character names are an
amazing coincidence."

"A big coincidence." Jim laughed.

On that note Jim went off to circulate around the room while the rest
of us chatted and joked, the story quickly forgotten in the exchanges
of banter and ribald comments.  From time to time I saw Jim showing
off his story out of the corner of my eye, but didn't pay him much
attention.  I guess it was about half an hour later that Jim rejoined
our group wearing a huge grin and for a few minutes just stood
listening to our chat with his grin growing broader.

"Why the huge grin, Jim?" Ruth eventually asked.

"Oh, nothing really," Jim replied, "just a comment someone made."

I sensed that he was waiting to have the rest of it dragged out of
him, but I was not going to give him the satisfaction of asking. 
Though it seemed my wife was intrigued and asked him about the
comment.

"Well since you asked," he said with his grin turning to a full blown
laugh, "a couple of guys said they thought that the woman in the story
wouldn't have lasted the ten minutes in real life."

Inwardly I groaned, Brenda was always one for a verbal challenge, but
especially so when she had been drinking, it was a foregone conclusion
that she would take up the gauntlet Jim had laid down.

"Rubbish," Brenda laughed "if anything the woman would last longer,
especially if she was resisting the urges."

"You think?" Jim grinned back.  "I'm not so sure myself."

Ruth looked at me and rolled her eyes as Jim and Brenda got into an
animated, but friendly discussion centred on whether or not a
fictional female would have lasted less than or longer than ten
minutes.  People noticing the conversation and its topic came over to
join us, some just to listen, but one or two of the men made comments
more or less agreeing with Jim's point of view.  Of course this only
made Brenda dig her heels in even more to defend her position.

"Well," Jim eventually said, "there's only one way to prove the point,
that's to put your money where your mouth is Brenda."

Needless to say every male in the room immediately got his drift as
did a number of the women, but Brenda looked puzzled.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean that the only way to settle this" Jim spoke softly "would be
to put the situation to the test for real."

"You mean..." Brenda gaped.

"I mean I take the role of the guy and you take the role of the
woman." Jim spoke into the sudden silence in the room. "Same rules,
same penalty as in the story so the incentives are the same to
encourage you to hold out or for me break you down.  Of course you
could always admit I'm right and wimp out."

I cursed under my breath as Jim threw out the last comment, at the
same time I began to wonder if Jim hadn't been setting Brenda up for
this situation, everyone knew how doggedly she defended a point of
view.  What he was proposing was an area Brenda and I had discussed
during sex, but had never considered it as a reality and I quietly
wished for Brenda to tell him where to stick his suggestion, though I
did feel a bit of excitement at the idea.  Brenda frowned and looked
at me; one look in her pensive eyes told me that she had drunk more
than enough to take up the challenge.

"Brian?" she said softly.

"Hey," Jim objected, "it's not up to him; you're the one so adamant
the woman could hold out longer not Brian."

I gave Jim a glare and my wife a shrug to indicate that it was her
decision; around us everyone seemed to be holding their breath in
anticipation of Brenda's answer.  My wife thought for a few moments
then I saw her shoulders straighten and knew what her answer was going
to be.

"Okay," Brenda spoke firmly, "you're on."

"You understand what I mean?" Jim said pulling the story sheets out of
his pocket. "I get to have my way with you for ten minutes." Here he
read form the paper in his hand. "I can touch or kiss you, but I can
only use my mouth and hands. If I can get you to say, 'Fuck me,'
before the ten minutes is up, then you must do anything I tell you for
the next hour."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Brenda responded.

Jim grinned almost triumphantly and moved across the room to the
couch, the couple that were already there quickly got up to give him
room.  Sitting himself in the centre of the couch Jim looked up at my
wife with a raised eyebrow as though challenging her to back down.

"Okay, who has a stop watch or timer?" Jim asked as Brenda crossed the
room to join him.

As Brenda sat beside him one of the men produced a watch with a
count-down timer on it, Jim had the man set it for ten minutes then
appointed Ruth as the time-keeper.

"One thing," Jim said as Ruth took the watch, "you don't start the
time going until after I start."

"Okay." Ruth replied.

"And no distractions," Jim added, "the watch has an end of time alarm
so no need to count out the time."

"Now just a minute," Brenda objected "you were the one that wanted to
do this as it was done in the story, so Ruth should count down the
minutes like they did in the story."

"Not feeling so confident?" Jim smirked. "Don't you think you can
resist without the interruptions?"

"Of course I can." Brenda replied sharply. "Oh what the hell, do it
your way."

"Mind you," Jim said slowly, "I should get a bit of a head start
seeing as the characters in the story were already turned on by having
been playing a sex game, I mean fairs fair, I'll be starting from
stone cold."

I couldn't believe the guys gall, not that I could blame him for
trying for every advantage, but he had been the one that had been so
adamant about doing things exactly as per the story.  Around me there
were mutters of accent to his comment, it seemed most, if not all
those watching agreed that Jim should get a `warm up' period.  Brenda
looked around nervously then her eyes came to rest on me, all I could
do was shrug.

"How long a head start?" Brenda asked turning to look at Jim.

"I thought ten minutes." Jim grinned, obviously sensing he was about
to gain another concession.

"Sod off," Brenda said firmly, "that doubles the total time.  Two
minutes."

"Hmmm," Jim frowned, "hardly a head start.  Seven minutes might work;
after all you haven't been excited by playing a game have you."

"Maybe not," my wife responded, "but it's still too long.  Four
minutes."

"Four?" Jim sighed. "Well make it five and we have a deal."

"Oh alright, five minutes but," Brenda agreed, "no touching under
clothing, on top only."

"You're on." Jim laughed. "We'll have a drink first then get at it. 
Ruth change the stopwatch to fifteen minutes and yell out when the
first five are up, okay."

"Okay Jim." Ruth replied as she fiddled with the stopwatch in her
hand.

Drinks were passed to Jim and Brenda and while they sipped at them the
others chatted and joked about what was about to happen, I heard one
or two of them making bets with each other as to how long my wife
would last.  Ruth was standing right in front of the couple on the
couch and about three feet away from them and I placed myself at her
shoulder.  From this position I could not only watch events unfold
clearly I could also keep an eye on the stopwatch.  Fixing my gaze on
the couch I noticed that Jim seemed to be taking a hell of a time
finishing his drink, Brenda had downed hers in one gulp and was
already working on another.  Then I noticed that Jim had an arm along
the back of the couch and that his hand seemed to be resting at the
back of Brenda's neck, a slight movement of her hair told me that the
crafty sod was gently rubbing at the erogenous zone on her neck.  I
was tempted to tell Ruth to start the stopwatch, but held back since
Brenda didn't seem to be worried about his touching her.

At long last Jim finished his drink and put the glass aside, I felt my
body tense with both nervousness and excitement as he turned slightly
in his seat to face my wife.  Someone took the empty glass from Brenda
as she licked her lips nervously and watched Jim turning to face her,
he grinned at her then leant forward until his lips were a scant few
millimetres from hers.  Brenda tensed in anticipation of his kiss, but
Jim just hovered there letting the tension mount, a glance to my right
told me that Ruth had not yet started the stopwatch; clearly she was
waiting for the first touch.  A minute passed with Jim's lips hovering
over Brenda's he was looking into her eyes and though she tried to
avoid his gaze her eyes kept flicking back to his with uncertainty
growing in them.  Nor was Brenda the only one feeling the tension, the
people around me seemed to hold their breath waiting for that first
touch of skin on skin.  When Jim finally closed those few millimetres
between his lips and my wife's he did it so slowly that the kiss was
seconds old before we realised that the seduction had begun in
earnest.  I had to nudge Ruth to start the stopwatch as a collective
sigh seemed to fill the room.

Brenda sat there with his lips pressed softly to hers, her eyes were
open and looking around as she avoided looking into his eyes.  Yet
despite herself, as though drawn by some magnetism, her eyes drifted
to his and fixed there, when this happened Jim increased the pressure
of his kiss a little more.  Again, despite herself, Brenda began to
respond to his kiss, it was only a slight return pressure, but it was
enough of a positive sign for Jim to move on.  Kissing her more firmly
Jim opened his mouth a little and although I could not see it I
somehow knew that he was pressing his tongue to my wife's lips in a
demand for entry.  When Brenda's chin moved I knew that she had given
way to Jim's demanding tongue, I don't know what my wife was feeling,
but a tingle of excitement ran through me at this first sign of
submission.  That excitement grew when I saw Jim put his right hand
over Brenda's shoulder, with slow stroking motions he slid it down
onto her right breast which he gently began to rub and squeeze through
her clothing.  A quick glance at the stopwatch in Ruth's hand show
that barely a minute had passed.

A pin dropping in the room would have sounded like a cannon going off,
even the music that had been playing seemed muted to almost nothing
and from where I was standing I could hear Brenda's breathing
quickening slightly under Jim's attentions.  Jim started to pinch at
Brenda's nipple through the thin material of her dress which made her
breathing a little heavier.  My mouth went dry when I heard the sound
of a sudden intake of breath from Brenda as Jim's left hand moved onto
her lap, his fingers pressing into the material over her pussy to rub
gently at her mound.  My eyes flickered from point to point as I
watched Jim's actions with my wife; her eyes were still open as they
kissed, but they seemed locked to his as though she was transfixed by
something in their depths; his right hand squeezed and teased her
right breast and nipple; his left hand pressed more firmly into her
groin to rub at her pussy.  I glanced at the stopwatch convinced that
more than five minutes had passed, but was surprised to see that Jim
still had half his warm up time left.

Then I heard Brenda give a gentle sigh and her legs, which up to that
point had been firmly together began to slowly open giving Jim more
freedom to stroke at her pussy.  Of course with Jim being able to
arouse her pussy with greater freedom meant her legs parted further
and so on, the point came where my wife was sat there with her legs
spread wide while Jim rubbed at her through her dress using his whole
hand.  I watched the material of Brenda's dress dimple to the shape of
her pussy as Jim pressed his fingers firmly into her, his actions
making her breathing heavier and louder.  Then I nearly jumped out of
my skin when the silence was shattered by a soft `beep-beep'.

"That's the five minutes head start," Ruth spoke barely loud enough to
be heard, "ten minutes left to get Brenda to say the magic words."

I noticed that while she spoke Ruth had paused the stopwatch, though
Jim hadn't broken his stride at all.  For the first time in more than
five minutes Jim parted their lips and while his hands stayed busy at
her breast and pussy he leant close to her ear and spoke softly to
her.  In the story the husband had never heard what was being
whispered, but in the silence that had once again fallen on the room
Jim's words came to me clearly.

"Want to save us all some time and say it?" he crooned in her ear.

Brenda shook her head in the negative and Jim grinned as he spoke
again.

"You won't make it and you know it," he said softly, his breath
puffing against her ear, "especially now that I can get you undressed.
 Come on, say it, you're so hot now after just the warm up, how will
you feel after a few more minutes of serious attention.  Say it, you
know you want to, you know you are going to eventually."

My wife shook her head again, but I could see the hesitation in her
movement and the uncertainty in her eyes.  With a smile Jim went back
to kissing Brenda and she returned his kiss within a few seconds of
their lips touching.  Deep down I knew that Jim was right, my wife was
not going to be able to hold out for the full ten minutes, already she
was showing all the signs of being fully aroused and much more
attention would have her on the verge of a climax.  Drawing a deep
breath I glanced at the stopwatch to see how much longer Brenda would
have to hold out, the damned thing was still paused and I nudged Ruth
who was so enthralled by events she had forgotten to re-start the
timer.  When I looked back at the couch Jim was sliding his right hand
up to the top of Brenda's dress, the material stretched as his hand
slid under it and back onto her breast.  Now it was bare skin on bare
skin and I could see the material moving as Jim played with my wife's
boob and teased her already hard nipple.  At the same time his left
hand slid down Brenda's leg until it came to rest at the hem of her
dress, which was a point just above her knee with the way the material
had already rumpled.  Jim's hand slid up Brenda's stockinged leg
gently rubbing in small circles as it rose up her thigh, the material
of the dress gathered and slithered up her leg as his hand rose
higher.  A stifled gasp from Brenda told me when Jim's hand had
reached her pussy and I had no doubt that under the concealment of the
material he was rubbing at her pussy in earnest, perhaps he even had
his fingers under her panties and in her pussy.

"Mmm, so wet." Jim parted their lips and spoke softly while looking
deep into Brenda's eyes. "Sure you don't want to say it?"

Brenda shook her head and muttered the word `no' so low as to be
barely audible to Jim let alone to me.  Undeterred Jim put his lips to
hers once more while his right hand slid out from under the top of her
dress, with a gentle yet firm motion he pushed the thin strap from her
shoulder and down her arm.  Brenda bent her arm slightly, surrendering
to the inevitable and the strap flopped loose, and then Jim's hand was
back at the top of her dress.  As Jim pushed the material of her dress
down to reveal Brenda's breast to everyone I glanced at the stopwatch,
a minute and a half had passed; Jim had eight and a half minutes left
and I began to feel a little hope that he was moving too slowly to
achieve his goal.  For a few moments Jim seemed content to tease
Brenda's now bare nipple and to press his fingers into her heavy boob
flesh, but then he parted their lips and his head moved down over her
chest.  I looked up at Brenda's face as Jim sucked her nipple into his
mouth, her eyes were wide and fixed on what he was doing to her, for a
brief moment she looked up at me before looking back down to Jim.  In
that brief moment of eye contact my faint hope that Jim was moving too
slowly died, Brenda's eyes had held a look of excitement bordering on
orgasmic.

For what seemed like ages Jim sucked and nibbled at my wife's nipple,
at the same time his left hand seemed to be moving faster under the
material of her dress.  His right hand had moved from Brenda's breast
and was now behind her, I couldn't see what his hand was doing, but
the gradual loosening of her top told me he was opening the zip at the
back of the dress.  Then his right hand came back into view as it slid
onto her left shoulder to push the strap off her shoulder and down her
arm, once again Brenda bent her arm to free the strap and the whole
front of her dress just slithered down to her waist.  Jim's head moved
to across her body and he sucked in her left nipple while his right
hand came back over her shoulder to her right breast.  A quick glance
at the stopwatch in Ruth's hand showed me that a bare ninety seconds
had passed and my wife was already half naked and rising to a climax,
she could not last another seven minutes.  Jim suddenly sat up, his
hands and mouth leaving Brenda's body; he grinned down at her heavy
breathing and dreamy eyes and spoke.

"Lift up." He ordered softly.

As though in a dream Brenda leant up and in one swift motion Jim
pulled the dress from under her, down her legs and off.  I gazed wide
eyed at my wife's body as Jim returned his hands and mouth to her
breasts and pussy, now we could all see his hand rubbing and pressing
at her panties, his fingers pushing the material into her slit.  Then
his hand moved to the side of her flimsy panties, Jim's finger's slid
under the material pushing it aside as two of his fingers sank into
Brenda's pussy.  Brenda's reaction to this intrusion was gasp loud
enough to be clearly heard around the room and to arch her lower body
slightly as though to draw his fingers deeper into her.  I could tell
from the tension in my wife's body, the glaze in her now half closed
eyes and the flush of her face and breasts that Brenda was about to
climax and I expected her to cum any second.  Jim must have sensed
this too and it was not part of his plan to let her climax, clearly he
was aware that once she'd peaked there would be a period of calm
before she would be aroused to ecstasy again.  Just as Brenda began to
squirm in pre-orgasmic bliss Jim moved his fingers away from her
pussy, though he continued to gently suck at her nipples and tease her
boobs for a moment before leaning up.

As Jim looked at my wife as though judging her level of arousal I
glanced at the stopwatch, another minute had passed though I would
have sworn it had been longer.  My eyes flicked back to the couple on
the couch as Jim reached down and tugged at Brenda's panties, without
hesitation Brenda raised her lower body to allow him to slide the damp
material down her legs and off.  Now my wife was dressed in nothing
more than a suspender belt, stockings and high heel shoes, she was a
gorgeous sight that would have had me instantly hard if my cock wasn't
already rigid.  Leaning over Jim kissed Brenda while his right hand
teased her right nipple and his left rubbed gently at her pussy lips,
and then he parted their lips and put his mouth close to her ear.

"Feels good doesn't it." He said softly in her ear.

Brenda responded with a hum of pleasure while pushing her pussy up at
Jim's moving hand, her face was flushed and I could see her lower lip
caught in her teeth as she tried to hold back against the sensations
flooding over her.

"It can feel even better," Jim carried on, "so much better, all you
have to do is say those two little words.  You know you want to.  Will
you say them Brenda?"

I don't think my wife could trust her voice because her response was a
slow hesitant shake of her head in the negative, Jim smiled at her
response.  Then he sank his fingers into her pussy while his mouth
went back to her nipple, I watched him finger fuck her slowly until
once again Brenda was right on the point of coming.  With a grin Jim
sat up, leant over, kissed my wife then slid off the couch to kneel
between her open legs.  Brenda was breathing hard and heavy as Jim
leant forward to plant a kiss on her pussy while his hands slid up her
body to her boobs.  A glance told me that another minute had passed,
there was only five minutes remaining and once again I felt a faint
hope that my wife might hold out.  My wife groaning drew my eyes back
to what was happening Jim was gently blowing on her pussy, his warm
breath exciting her, but still not making her climax.  Sitting up Jim
reached up to pull Brenda's face down to his and their lips locked in
a kiss of pure passion, his body was pressed to her pussy as they
kissed and I could see my wife making little humping motions against
him.  Laughing Jim parted their lips and leant back.

"Oh no," he grinned down at her while teasing her nipples, "you don't
get to cum that easy.  Not until you say the magic words.  Will you
say them?"

Brenda bit her lips and shook her head `no', but her motion was even
more hesitant than before and my faint hope faded once more.

"We'll see." Jim grinned as he lowered his head.

He ran his tongue all the way along Brenda's slit in a slow,
tantalising motion and she groaned in pleasure, her lower body pushing
up to try and get her pussy tight to Jim's mouth.  For a moment he let
her push her pussy against his mouth then he moved back so that just
the tip of his tongue was touching her flesh.  Jim's hands were busy
teasing, tugging and twisting at Brenda's nipples while he tormented
her with his tongue.  With almost a feather-light touch Jim circled
his tongue around Brenda's clitoris then passed it over her sensitive
bud.

"Oh God!" Brenda groaned out at this.

Other than a brief `no' these were the first words Brenda had spoken
since they had started and I knew it was a sign that her resistance
was fast crumbling.  As did Jim, once again he circled her clit with
his tongue then licked at it a little more firmly which made my wife
groan out again.  Her whole body seemed to be trembling as she hovered
on the very edge of an orgasm, an orgasm Jim was denying her with
consummate skill.  My eyes flickered to the stopwatch then back to the
action on the couch as my mind tried to understand how a mere minute
could have felt like five times that long.

"Mmmm, no, no." Brenda started to intone through her groans of
frustrated pleasure as Jim teased her clit with his tongue.

There was less than four minutes remaining now and Jim was playing my
wife like a musical instrument, a touch here, a stroke there, a lick
or a suck and his actions were driving her crazy.  So crazy that she
was squirming and writhing to his every touch, desperate to climax but
being denied that release by Jim's careful movements.  Even when he
let his tongue push into her oozing hole he did it so slowly that it
merely added to the sensations flooding over Brenda without pushing
her over the edge into climax.  Leaning back Jim let a brief moment
pass so that Brenda would edge down the slope of pleasure she was on
then slid a hand down to her pussy.  Sliding two fingers into her Jim
began to finger fuck Brenda with slow, gentle thrusts that pushed her
right to the very edge and each time she trembled on the verge of
cumming he would stop moving.

"Say it." Jim whispered to my wife.

Her negative response was barely a single jerk of her head and as she
made this response I looked at the stopwatch, there was only two
minutes left to go, but could Brenda emulate the character in the
story and hold out.  Jim had masterfully kept my wife on the very edge
of climaxing for almost five full minutes and I felt sure that Brenda
would have to crack soon.  As I watched Jim leant forward again to use
his tongue on Brenda's pussy once again part of me was willing her to
hold on, to suffer the exquisite torture and deny Jim his victory, but
at the same time part of me was willing her to crack and say the words
`fuck me'.  Mixed thoughts churned around in my head as I watched Jim
playing with my wife's body; watched the effect his caresses were
having on her and listened to her ever louder cries of passion.  Time
seemed to be standing still as my eyes flickered between the scene on
the couch and the stopwatch Ruth was holding, there were ninety
seconds left when Brenda gave a low, guttural cry of sheer frustrated
desire.  Jim knelt up, his fingers taking the place of his tongue at
Brenda's pussy, looking into her glazed eyes he smiled, finger fucked
her firmly for a few moments then held his fingers still as Brenda
responded with a muttered comment none of us could make out.

"What was that?" Jim asked softly.

I glance at the stopwatch, there was a scant minute left to go, my
eyes went back to my wife's face which was a picture of ecstatic
torment.

"What did you say Brenda?" Jim asked again.

The breath froze in my chest as I waited in dread and excitement for
my wife to reply to Jim, my eyes flickered to the stopwatch to see
forty seconds left then back to the tableaux of Jim and my wife.  Jim
moved his fingers in Brenda's pussy once, twice then a third time and
my wife cried out.

"Fuck me!" she gasped out in a low, trembling voice.

"Louder, so we can all hear you." Jim chuckled at Brenda.

"FUCK ME!" Brenda cried out loudly.

Ruth had stopped the stopwatch with thirty seconds still remaining of
the allotted time, Jim had won and now Brenda was his to do with as he
wished for an hour.  My heart raced as my wife's loss hit me, I felt
almost numb at the thought of another man having sex with my wife, but
at the same time my cock was so hard it was throbbing at the very same
thought.  Through my stunned haze I saw Jim move his hands from
Brenda, she began to literally plead with him to fuck her and Jim
laughed as he opened his trousers, pushed them and his pants down to
his knees.

"Yes, yes." Brenda gasped out gazing at Jim's hard cock "Give it to
me.  Fuck me!"

Through my surprise at the desperation in my wife's voice as she
pleaded with Jim to put his cock in her I vaguely noticed that his
cock was more or less average in size, going by looks he had less to
offer than I did.  Not that this discovery gave me any relief as I
stood there and watched this virtual stranger press his cock to my
wife's pussy.  Jim was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat as he
pushed just the cap of his cock into my wife, she groaned then tried
to thrust up to take the rest of him in, but Jim had placed his hands
at her upper thighs and stopped her motion before it could start.

"Naughty," Jim grinned down at Brenda, "now lie still like a good
little slut."

I felt weak at the knees as it hit me that Jim was not just going to
fuck my wife, his use of the word `slut' seemed to hint that he had
other plans for her than a simple fuck.  For one moment I thought to
step forward and put a stop to events, but a hand on my arm stopped me
before I could take the first step.

"Brenda went into this with her eyes wide open Brian," Ruth said
softly as I looked at her restraining hand then at her face, "she
won't thank you for showing her up by breaking things up."

"Christ Ruth," I gaped at her, "I can't just stand by and let her be
used like some little fuck toy."

"Of course you can," Ruth half smiled, "and you will.  Look, Jim's a
bastard, but he won't hurt her, not much anyway."

"Come on Ruth," I protested, "what if it was you there, how do you
think Alan would react?"

"He reacted the same way you will once you calm down and just enjoy
what happens." Ruth said softly.

"You ...?" I spluttered in surprise.

"Yes, me." Ruth grinned. "Jim pulled the same trick on me only I
didn't last half as long as Brenda.  Brian, believe me, it made sex
between Alan and me much better.  It's only an hour Brian, and an hour
you will relish in the future."

"But what about the others?" I said looking around the room at the
half dozen other couples there.

"Of course they'll screw her, if there's time and that's what Bill
wants." Ruth said softly. "Just go with it Brian."

While Ruth was making her revelations I had been watching Jim slowly
pushing more of his cock into Brenda amidst her pleadings and demands
for orgasmic release.  Whatever else he was Jim certainly knew how to
keep a woman from cumming, every time Brenda showed signs of going
over the edge he would pause in his motions and wait for her to calm a
little, then he would press on.  By the time he had buried his cock in
her to the hilt Brenda was threshing her head and literally crying out
for release.

"You know," Jim commented as he held his cock still inside my wife,
"an hour seems hardly enough to really appreciate a slut like you."

I could not believe my ears, the man was openly angling to increase
the time he had with my wife from an hour to God alone knew how long,
nor could I believe that I was going to let him do it.  Although this
had hit me instantly I was not sure that Brenda was really aware of
what Jim was saying, her whole attention seemed desperately focussed
on achieving a climax.  When Brenda gave no response to his comment
Jim slid his cock in her pussy slowly until it was all but out of her
pussy, Brenda writhed and struggled in an effort to get his cock back
into her, but with no success.  With a little sob of frustration
Brenda lay still and looked up at Jim, her eyes pleading with him to
finish her off, grinning down at the now subservient woman beneath him
Jim slid his cock all the way back into her yearning depths.

"What do you say Brenda," Jim spoke softy as his groin pressed to
hers, "should we make it longer than an hour?"

"Yes, anything," Brenda sobbed softly, "only please fuck me properly!"

"Oh I will, I will.  You will be well fucked by the time I'm finished
with you." Jim laughed. "But first let's talk time.  Perhaps we ought
to make it 2 hours."

Brenda nodded a wild yes, her lower lip caught in between her teeth as
she struggled to climax.

"I didn't hear you." Jim said.

"Yes, two hours, yes." Brenda half gasped and half sobbed.

"Hmmm, well I'm not sure," Jim mused while making a slow withdrawal of
his cock, "can I do everything I want in two hours?  I don't think so.
 Let's make it three shall we?"

"Yes, anything, only please fuck me!" Brenda pleaded with him.

"Anything?" Jim grinned while pushing his cock slowly back into
Brenda's yearning pussy. "In that case how about this.  The time is
almost twelve thirty; you do whatever I want until seven in the
morning, that's a little over six hours.  Still not enough in my view,
but I don't think you could stand any longer.  So Brenda, what do you
say, will you be my slut until seven?"

I held my breath as I waited for my wife to answer, though deep down I
already knew what she would say.

"Yes!" she wailed and I let the air sigh from my chest.

"Yes what?" Jim asked firmly.

"What you said," Brenda gasped out, "I'll do whatever you want until
seven in the morning."

"That's a good little slut." Jim crowed. "And now for your reward."

With that Jim began to fuck Brenda in earnest,  his cock started
sliding in and out slowly, but in a few heartbeats he had picked up
the pace and that was all it took to make Brenda climax.  Climax was
too mild an expression for what hit Brenda as all the pent up
excitement crashed over her, it started with a shudder that became
violent jerks of her body, at the same time she was almost screaming
out the bliss she was feeling.  This orgasmic explosion just seemed to
go on and on, throughout all this Jim continued fucking her with hard,
heavy strokes that just seemed to make her ecstasy increase even more.
 Jim was clearly enjoying the sensation of fucking my wife and seemed
to be doing everything he could to draw out that pleasure, but despite
himself his thrusts became ever harder and faster until their bodies
were virtually crashing together.  With a groan Jim pushed hard into
my wife and I watched his buttocks clenching as he came deep inside
her, by this time Brenda's movements had become weak and almost
listless but when Jim's seed filled her she gave a yelping cry then
shook violently again.

"Oh am I going to enjoy this." Jim puffed as he leant back on his
heels, his cock slithering wetly from Brenda's pussy. "Who else wants
to fuck this prime little slut?"

Jim looked around the room as he spoke as did I, nor was I surprised
to see four of the men present step forward, including our host Alan. 
As for those that hadn't shown a desire to fuck Brenda about the only
thing stopping them had been their wives taking their arm and talking
stiffly to them, not surprisingly those couples left shortly after
that, but not before the first of the other guests took his turn with
Brenda.  Feeling sick and excited at the same time I watched Brenda
responding ever more weakly to the attentions of first our host then
three other male guests, each of them taking her hard and fast
concerned only for their satisfaction not hers.  Nor can I deny that I
was also tempted to fuck her, but the thought of my dick surrounded by
the sperm of the other men just turned my stomach.

Finally those present were done with Brenda, an hour had passed and
she had fucked and sucked five men, including Jim, more than once and
she looked well fucked.  My wife's pussy was oozing sperm, it coated
her lips and chin, and some even glistened on her throat and boobs. 
Panting and shivering in post orgasmic pleasure Brenda lay on the
floor where the men had placed her convinced, as was I, that her
ordeal was over, but neither of us had reckoned on Jim actually
intending to use her until the last second of the agreed time.  Jim,
once again sporting an erection, stood over Brenda, he seemed pleased
at the well used look she wore and as she looked up at him
questioningly he gave a little laugh.

"You're not done yet my little slut." Jim spoke meaningfully. "There's
one hole that hasn't been used yet."

Brenda's eyes widened as she realised which hole he was referring to,
but though we didn't do it often my wife was not an anal virgin.  As
the realisation reached her eyes Jim grinned even more and nodded down
at her as though confirming her thought.

"Assume the position like a good little bitch." Jim chuckled.

Brenda sighed then moved onto her hands and knees, her bum facing Jim
as she looked over her shoulder awaiting his pleasure.

"Damn you've got his slut well trained Brian." Jim laughed as he moved
closer to my wife.

He stuck his cock in her pussy to gather the juices there then
withdrew it, a moment later Jim was pressing his cock to Brenda's
small puckered anus.  As he applied pressure Brenda hung her head
between her shoulders and gave a small groan of pain, then she yelped
and I saw Jim's cock surging all the way into her back passage.  There
was nothing gentle about the way Jim fucked her arse, his thrusts were
fast and almost drove her to the floor with their power.  Despite this
Brenda managed to hold her position and, to my surprise, was soon
moaning in pleasure which made Jim laugh then thrust even harder.

"You like it hard don't you my little slut." Jim commented
breathlessly.

"Yes." Brenda gasped back even though his words had not been a
question.

"I bet you never let your husband fuck you hard and mercilessly." Jim
grunted as he picked up the pace even more.

"No." My wife responded breathlessly.

I blushed at her reply, even though it was true that I had always
treated her lovingly her admission was humiliating and Jim's response
even more so.

"Well you sure love having a real man fucking you," He laughed. "it
takes a real man to handle a whore like you.  Perhaps we'll get
together again after this just to keep you satisfied."

Thankfully Brenda made no response, but that may have been simply
because she was too busy climaxing to talk.  While I thought about his
comment that they get together again Jim began to groan, moments later
his cock was thrust deep inside Brenda as he filled her bowels with
his cum.  For a few moments after cumming Jim remained still, clearly
savouring the sensations of my wife's arse around his cock, then,
after a few idle thrusts he pulled out of her.

"Okay," he sighed moving away from Brenda, "let's go get cleaned up."

I wasn't too happy to see Brenda and Jim leaving the room together,
but I had little choice in the matter.  A few minutes later Jim
returned without Brenda, grabbing his discarded clothing he quickly
dressed then headed to the telephone.  Around me the rest of the
partygoers were saying their farewells to our hosts and no-one noticed
me sidling near to Jim or straining forwards in an attempt to hear his
phone conversation.  Although I couldn't make it all out I got enough
to realise that Jim was making arrangements for a group of men to meet
my wife somewhere, I couldn't make out how many or the location.  As
he finished his call Brenda, still naked, reappeared, the only people
left now were our hosts, Alan and Ruth, Jim, my wife and myself,
seeing Brenda Jim grinned and instructed her to put on her dress.

"Just the dress," he added, "you won't need the rest."

Puzzled Brenda did as instructed then stood there waiting for whatever
was to come next and when Jim spoke I felt my face go white.

"Okay my little whore," Jim grinned, "time to earn your keep.  We're
going for a little ride, when we get there you will tout your sluttish
little body just like any other whore there."

"Now look here," I spoke up at last, "that's going too far."

"It's not your decision to make." Jim said sharply. "Brenda agreed to
do what I wanted; well this is what I want.  What about you Brenda,
you want to call an end to this?"

"No," Brenda replied as I went even paler, "I agreed and I'll see it
through."

Unable to believe that Brenda was willing to prostitute herself for
this man I just stared at her, her eyes refused to meet mine and I
felt sick to the pit of my stomach at the thought that I was no longer
enough for her.  Alan and Ruth watched this by-play looking
uncomfortable, when Jim linked his arm through Brenda's and asked them
if they wanted to see the fun they declined.  Ominously Jim didn't ask
me to join them; nevertheless I grabbed up my wife's remaining
clothing and went after them, not even talking to our hosts as I left.
 As I got into my car I saw Jim deposit Brenda in the front passenger
seat of a BMW, I had my engine going before he was behind the wheel
and was right on their tail as he pulled away.  Then the BMW went
roaring away well over the speed limit, though I tried to keep up both
my driving skills and the car weren't up to the challenge, sickened I
realised that Jim had deliberately lost me.

"Shit!" I swore meaningfully as I cruised along trying to figure out
where he had been headed.

All I knew for sure was that Jim was taking my wife to a regular haunt
for prostitutes; my problem was that I hadn't the first idea where
that may have been.  Then it came to me that Alan or Ruth would know
where he'd taken Brenda, especially if Ruth had been through this too,
so I quickly made my way back to their place.

"Brian," Ruth greeted me when she opened the door to my hammering on
it, "what are you doing back here?"

"Trying to find out where that bastard has taken Brenda." I spoke
sharply as I pushed past her into the hall.

Alan appeared from the living room as I spoke, his face flushed with
embarrassment as I looked at him then at Ruth.

"Well," I snapped, "is one of you going to tell me."

"Uh, look Brian," Alan spoke hesitantly, "we had no idea Jim was going
to, well, go this far in one night ..."

"I don't give a fuck about that right now," I cut him off, "all I want
to know is where they have gone."

Ruth answered my question with directions to a local business park
explaining that it was near a club area and the car parks were ideal
for punters since the area was deserted at night, apart from the
whores.

"I don't think I want to see either of you again after tonight," I
commented as I headed for the door, "I can't speak for Brenda of
course, but assuming we have a marriage left after this I certainly
hope she'll feel the same way."

With that I ran back to my car and headed for the location Ruth had
given me as fast as my car could go, thankfully there were no police
about as I ran red lights and speeded the whole way.  When I arrived
at the place Ruth had said Jim was taking Brenda I couldn't see Jim's
car or my wife, although I did spot a number of other women who were
clearly touting for business.  I cruised around the estate ignoring
the come-ons from the prostitutes until at last I spotted Jim's car,
it was parked well back from the road outside an office block and Jim
was inside it smoking a cigarette.  Of my wife there was no sign and I
could only assume that she was already with a client somewhere, all I
could do was sit back anxiously and watch for her return.

Twenty minutes passed in which time two of the girls had been picked
up and another had been dropped off, but finally Brenda got out of a
car that then sped away leaving her at the side of the road.  My first
instinct was to go over to her, but then I wondered if I'd even be
welcome, then the opportunity was gone as another car pulled up beside
my wife, she leant down to talk to the driver then got into the car
which drove off.  I was going to start the car and follow them when
there was a tap on the passenger window, surprised I looked over at
the woman peering in at me.  Nervously I lowered the window.

"You looking for a good time honey or just looking?" She asked with a
wry sort of grin.

"Uh, neither," I stammered and blushed, "I'm, uh, just waiting for
someone."

The woman looked around then quickly got into the car, I looked at her
in surprise wondering what to do next.

"Don't worry love," she said softly, "I don't bite, not unless you pay
me to.  I guess you're waiting for Jim's new tart to finish up."

All I could do was nod an affirmative; she smiled though the smile
never touched her eyes.

"Thought so." She said with a sad tone in her voice "You'll have a
long wait, Jim makes sure the new girls are busy all the time their
first night.  Try again tomorrow honey, if you really want her, or you
can try me out we're from the same stable."

My heart sank at her words, it seemed that Jim was not only a bastard
he was a pimp and the way this woman was talking my wife was going to
be working for him on a regular basis.  Suddenly I began to wonder
about the whole night's events, especially how fifteen minutes could
have seemed like an eternity.

"Shit!" I swore making the woman jump in surprise. "Those bastards set
her up; Ruth was stopping the bloody watch so Jim would win!"

"What are you taking about?" The whore asked.

"Nothing that concerns you." I answered. "Look I don't want company,
I'm just going to wait until, uh, the new girl's free."

"Suit yourself honey." She answered brusquely and got out of the car.

Alone again I cursed myself for all sorts of an idiot for not noticing
the deception Ruth, Alan and Jim had pulled off, at the same time I
wondered just how he expected to keep my wife working for him.  Over
the next four hours I watched as Brenda was picked up and dropped off
by man after man, in all there were twelve of them and by the time
seven arrived she looked exhausted.  Right on the dot of seven I
watched Brenda make her way over to Jim's car, I got out of my car,
stretched the kinks out of my back and followed her.  She was in the
car and talking with Jim as I got into earshot, neither of them
noticed my approach.

"Take me home," Brenda was saying to Jim, "I've done what you wanted
and the time is up."

"Well now," Jim smirked, "you certainly did do what I wanted and I'll
thank you to pass over the money you've earned."

"Now will you take me home?" Brenda said handing over a thick wad of
cash.

"Soon." Jim laughed waving the cash. "You are a right little earner
Brenda, not bad for your first night."

"First ..." She gaped. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you working for me" Jim grinned, "full time."

"No way!" Brenda snapped at him. "Now take me home right this
instant."

"Listen up slut," Jim snapped grabbing her arm roughly, "you work for
me now; the alternative is to find yourself up on charges for
prostitution.  A couple of those guys you were with are cops and all I
have to do is slip them the wink and they'll have you picked up,
charged and splashed all over the local rags so fast you won't know
what hit you.  Now let's talk about this on the way."

I was so stunned by what I'd heard that Jim had the engine started and
was moving away before I could even react.  Shaking off my stupor I
ran back to my car and quickly made my way home, surprised to find
that I had arrived before them.  Inside I waited in the living room
watching the street from behind the net curtains my tension growing as
time passed until thirty minutes later I was fit to be tied.  Then, at
long last, Jim's car stopped outside the house, a tired and
dishevelled Brenda got out and as the car moved away she turned to
face the house.  Moving away from the window I waited for my wife to
come in.

"Brian!" Brenda gasped in surprise as she saw me waiting for her in
the middle of the living room.

"Have a good time?" I asked cruelly.

Avoiding looking at me Brenda crossed the room to the sideboard,
poured herself a drink then went and sat on the sofa.

"No," she answered after taking a sip at her drink, "I didn't.  I'm
surprised you had to ask."

"Well it's hard to know" I commented making my way to the sideboard,
"after that display at the party.  What am I supposed to think when my
wife is begging another man to fuck her, especially when she later
admits she likes the way that man fucks her better than she does her
husband."

Drink in hand I turned to face my wife, she was frozen with her glass
half way to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and dismay at my
words.  Brenda lowered the glass to her lap as tears trickled down her
cheeks.

"Brian," she said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't really know what I was
saying; I was so high on sex.  You must know I didn't mean any of
that, I was just saying what he wanted to hear."

"So you say," I sighed, "but after what I saw and heard tonight I
really don't know what to think.  Brenda, I was stunned that you took
up the challenge in the first place; I know you were drunk, but I
didn't think you were that far gone.  After that I couldn't believe
the things you did with Jim and the others, then to add insult to
injury you went off whoring for him."

"But I ..." she started to respond.

"I hope that wasn't going to be a denial of the whoring," I
interrupted her, "but despite Jim making sure I couldn't follow you I
did find you and I saw you being picked up and dropped off time after
time."

"You saw!" she gasped. "Oh God!  Brian, I don't know what it was that
came over me, but I just couldn't seem to say no to him."

I had a sneaking suspicion that Ruth and Alan had done more than
fiddle with time-keeping, but that would have to wait, right now I
wanted, needed to know whether my wife had agreed to work for Jim as a
whore.

"And are you now working as his whore?" I asked then went on as her
face paled. "I heard part of your conversation in the car before he
brought you home."

"No," she said firmly, "I'm not working for him.  If you heard any of
the conversation you know I'm going to be arrested for prostitution,
but I'd rather that than do what that bastard wanted of me."

"Pity you couldn't have had that attitude earlier in the evening." I
commented.

While we were talking I was also thinking about the events of the
night and being honest with myself I had found parts of what had
happened very much a turn on.  Watching her being played with by Jim
had been one of those turn on events, as had seeing her being fucked
by the man, although his deliberate humiliation of me by getting my
wife to comment on my sexual prowess had not been.  I remembered what
Ruth had said about what Jim did to Brenda would make sex better
between us in the future and was forced to agree that she may have had
a point to a degree.  Then I remembered what had been the worst turn
off of the night, watching Brenda fulfilling the role of whore for
Jim, though again, in all honesty, I was not sure whether it had been
her playing the whore or playing the whore for someone other than
myself that made it such a turn off.

"Brian," Brenda was saying, "I can't change what happened, nor can I
explain why I acted such a slut for Jim, I certainly hadn't wanted to
when we started.  What I do know is that I love you and don't want to
lose you because of this."

"Tell me Brenda," I frowned, "how would you feel if it had been me
doing all those things with, for example, Ruth?"

"Mad as hell." She sighed. "I'd be jealous and hurt and probably
wouldn't want to talk to you at all."

"And if I then professed to love you despite what you seen me doing?"
I asked.

"I'd have doubts." She confessed with fresh tears rolling down her
cheeks. "What are we ... you going to do Brian?"

I had been thinking about that myself, one thing was certain I still
loved my wife, the question was could I handle her having been fucked
by so many men at the whim of a man who it later turned out had been
trying to recruit her as a prostitute.  A stirring in my groin gave me
an answer, yes I could handle it, not only that I had learnt more
about my wife's sexuality in that one night than in all the years we'd
been together and that was something I would certainly enjoy exploring
to the full.  Looking at Brenda's pale, tear stained face I found
myself thinking about setting her up for another gang bang, perhaps
even having her play the whore again.  Then I quickly cut off those
lines of thought, I was making plans for my wife that she would
probably not enjoy or agree to, but the thoughts persisted
nevertheless.

"What are we going to do?" I repeated her words with a grin. "Well I
for one am going to head for bed to get some sleep."

"Sleep?" she stared at me in astonishment. "But ..."

"Brenda," I smiled sitting down beside her on the sofa and taking one
of her hands in mine, "its confession time.  I found most of what
happened last night a right turn on.  I don't know about you, but I
had never even fantasised about you with other men while I watched,
but last night seems to have changed that."

Brenda's eyes were widening as I spoke and not solely with surprise
while her hand tightened in mine.

"Yes," I continued, "there were points where I felt humiliated,
disgusted and angry, but on the whole I was aroused seeing you being
used."

"Then you forgive me for letting it all happen?" Brenda asked
hopefully.

"If there's anything to forgive," I replied, "I suspect that we were
both set up by our so called friends.  I know you were pretty drunk,
but I have this feeling that at least one of your drinks held
something other than booze and that made you go along with whatever
Jim wanted you to do in the end.  All I know was I enjoyed seeing you
so damned hot."

"I see," Brenda said slowly, but a sparkle was coming back to her
eyes, "you liked seeing your wife acting the slut and whore.  Well I
guess I have to be as honest with you as you were with me, I surprised
myself last night, I don't know if it was something slipped to me or
just a me I didn't know about, but I enjoyed playing the slut.  I'm
not so sure I liked being a whore for Jim though, but I think that was
because I was being forced to do it by a man I was growing to hate."

"So if I had you do those things ...?" I asked with my cock swelling in
my pants.

"Before tonight I would have told you what to do with yourself," she
replied with the first smile since she'd got home, "but now I think I
might like it, as long as I'm doing it for and with you."

"Hmmm," I frowned, "there might be a problem there.  I discovered that
the idea of sticking my cock into other men's sperm makes me feel
physically sick."

"I think Jim may have felt the same way," she chuckled, "at least he
always made sure he had first fuck at my holes, you could do the same
then sit back and watch me getting fucked rotten."

Then she yawned, smiling I stood up, drew her to her feet and took her
upstairs where we showered together then climbed into bed.  Within
minutes we were asleep, she too fucked to do more and me too tired
from tension to want her to.

That night did change our lives and for the better, though there were
a tense couple of days as we waited for Jim's police friends to come
calling, only it seemed that threat had been a bluff.  Sex between us
just got better, especially as I now knew that Brenda enjoyed being
treated like a slut occasionally, and not only did it get better it
got more frequent, way more frequent.  As for Alan and Ruth, we
eventually wormed the truth out of them, they had laced three of
Brenda's drinks with a date rape drug Jim had provided, Ruth had
indeed fiddled with the timing to ensure that Brenda lost the
challenge, after that we cut all contact with the pair.  I hear some
of you wondering if we ever arranged for Brenda to be gang banged
again or to play the whore, the answer is yes on both counts and maybe
one day the story of those events will be told.

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