Disclaimer
This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and
may not be to your liking. The author does not endorse the lifestyle
or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's
pleasure. If such literature turns you off, you are requested to stop
reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as
exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real
life.
If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story. Your comments,
brickbats, and praise are all equally welcome. You can write to me at
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Wife's Maid

Johnny carried the coffee out into the living room on a tray. Just
before he entered the room, he looked himself over in the mirror to
ensure everything was okay. There would be hell to pay if he was
untidy or not well turned out.

He offered the coffee to each of the four women in the room, which
included his wife.

As he began to move away, Carrie, his wife, stopped him, "Wait Johnny.
Melinda here has a few questions to ask you."

He was used to this by now. Over the past month his wife had been
letting a few very close friends of hers into their secret – their
relationship. He walked back into the circle formed by the sofas.

"Can I see your belt?" Melinda asked him shyly.

Carrie and Melinda knew each other from college. They had been
roommates and lovers. Carrie had told him all about their
relationship. Melinda was a timid, shy girl, but that exterior hid a
sadist. Carrie hoped to "lend" him to Melinda sometime, so she could
work him over. The thought thrilled and scared him.

Johnny reached behind his back and undid the knot of the apron, then
he lifted the neck belt over his head, and let the apron fall to the
floor, as he had been taught to do. He was wearing nothing under the
apron except his belt. It had been a gift from his wife on their first
anniversary. When he had seen it for the first time, he had been
shocked. His "manhood" had been insulted. But that was nothing
compared to what followed. They had fought physically and she had
beaten him black and blue. He still remembered the shock and pain when
her knee crashed into his crotch. He had doubled over instinctively,
as his head moved downwards her knee traveled up to meet it. Her knee
had crashed into his face, and his nose exploded, spraying blood over
her dress.

He had looked up at her from his doubled over position, with one hand
on his crotch and the other on his nose. She was laughing. She walked
behind him and kicked him in the backside, sending him straight on to
the dining table. He hadn't had time to brace himself. His face hit
the table and he fell over backwards.

She had walked up to him, undid his belt, and then began to whip him with it.

He curled himself into a ball on the floor and she kept whipping him
until he left like his whole body was on fire.

After a while she went into the kitchen and returned with a knife. He
had thought she was going to kill him. Instead she proceeded to tear
up his clothes until he was naked. Kneeling beside him, she had put on
his belt.

That had happened two years ago. Now when he looked back, he was
surprised at how easily he had accepted her domination of him. Today
he had forgotten any other way of life.

"Come closer", Melinda instructed him.

He took a step towards her. She reached out and held out her palm
beside the tube that held his penis.

"Lift yourself on to my palm", she told him.

He lifted his penis by contracting the muscles, and gently placed it
on her palm.

"Carrie, this is amazing. So cute", Melinda observed.

Her hand slid lower, he felt her soft fingers on his balls.

"Are you hard?" she asked him.

"Yes ma'am", replied.

"Do you like what I am doing?"

"Yes ma'am."

"How long since you had a woman?"

"Two years, ma'am"

She stood up and pulled off her panties from under her skirt. She
turned around and bent over.

"Fuck me", she instructed him.

He placed the tube at the entrance of her vagina, and slid it in. He
began the back and forth motion of fucking her.

"Does you feel anything?" Rita asked him.

"No ma'am", he replied.

The women giggled.

"Fuck me hard", Melinda called out.

Johnny increased his pace, pounding her cunt. Sweat began to form on
his body, and tears formed at the corner of his eyes. His grip on her
hip tightened. He wished he could feel the tight grip of a woman's
cunt or his palm on his penis. But that was a distant dream. That
didn't stop him from trying. Somewhere in his mind, he had associated
hard fucking with sex, and he pounded her hard, in search of purchase
for his penis. When it didn't come it only increased his frustration
and the force of his pounding.

Melinda screamed shamelessly as her orgasm arrived, and he just kept
pounding her.

He felt her slacked under his grip as the orgasm passed, but he just
kept pounding her.

Her heavy breathing quietened down, but he just kept pounding her.

"I like this. Unlike the other jerks who slip out after they've had
their fill, he goes on and on."

"Our record is four hours", Carried informed the group.

"You have to lend him to me", Melinda said as she pushed him away, and
sat down with her legs spread. Her fingers still playing absently on
her clit.

"No. He's available to any of you under this roof, after prior
permission from me. Those are my rules, Take it or leave it."

"I'll take it", Rita said.

"Me too", said Linda.

And after a pause, Melinda said, "Alright, I agree."
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