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Subject: {ASSM} Hi Honey, I'm Home! (Mf, BDSM)
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Marcy was just a little bit nervous. Her husband Tom had told her to
wait for him in the entranceway. He had given her very specific
instructions: the red high heels, lipstick, blindfold. She was on her
knees on the fuzzy white rug in front of the door. But he had left out
one important detail: time. WHEN would he get here?

Finally, she heard a key turn in the lock. Her nipples hardened in
anticipation. The door opened, but there was something wrong. These
were not her husband's footsteps. A hand reached out and touched her
nipple, the fingers small and delicate as they twisted the sensitive
flesh.

"Who are you?" Marcy shouted.

"Shut up," said a low-pitched female voice. "Your husband gave me
the key. He said you would be obedient."

Marcy gulped. In spite of herself, she felt her pussy getting wet. The
woman's hands were exploring her body, moving all over her. Then the
woman's hands grabbed Marcy's long dark hair and pulled her head
down to the floor.

She walked behind Marcy, high heels clicking. There was a whoosh and
Marcy felt the sting of a whip on her ass.

"Oh my God," she shouted. "Are you crazy?"

The woman planted a sharp stiletto heel on Marcy's butt. "I'm
going to tell your husband you're a whiney bitch."

She stepped back and continued to whip Marcy's behind. Marcy's face
was buried in the rug, her breathing and sobs muffled.

She heard the door open again.

"Hi Honey," her husband said. "I'm home."

Still blindfolded, Marcy heard him put down his briefcase and undo his
belt and fly. Instinctively, she rose up to suck his enormous hard-on.
But his hand came out and held her back.

"How was she?" Tom asked the woman standing behind his wife,
wielding a whip.

"Lousy. She complained and bitched the whole time."

"I'm afraid you don't get to suck my cock until you've been
punished," he told Marcy.

Marcy felt herself lifted by her hair into a standing position. The
woman moved Marcy's legs apart and bent her over.

"That sure looks good," the man said, admiring the whip marks on
his wife's ass. He pulled her cheeks apart and began to stab at he
ass with his hard cock. "Do you want it?"

"Yes, master," Marcy whimpered. "Please fuck my ass."

"It's not lubricated. This might hurt."

"Whatever you like Master," said Marcy humbly. But when she felt
her husband's dick shove into her tight ass, she yelped from the
sudden pain.

He held her up and continued to fuck her ass vigorously, pushing in and
out.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"Yes Master, it hurts," wailed Marcy.

"OK," he said. He pulled his cock out of her sore ass and told her
she could suck him now. Marcy got on her knees and eagerly turned
around, but he had a surprise for her. As she leaned forward, her lips
encountered not her husband's cock, but the woman's asshole.

"Lick it," he commanded.

Marcy licked the hole as the woman moaned with pleasure.

"Put your tongue deep inside her asshole," the man told her.

Marcy obeyed, to the woman's delight.

"You're a good fuck, Wifey," the man said. He pulled Marcy's
mouth over to him and jammed his cock deep down her throat. After a few
thrusts, he pumped his cum into her mouth and watched her swallow it
all down.

Relaxed now, Marcy's husband went to get a beer from the frig. He sat
down to watch as his colleague from work, the woman he invited home,
took a large vibrator from her purse and went to work fucking every
hole on his wife's body. Marcy's pussy was sopping wet and she
couldn't stop cumming. Eventually, they took her blindfold off so she
could meet her new friend. Tom and the woman sat on the sofa and kept
Marcy busy sucking their toes and massaging their feet. She was such a
good wife.

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