Serving Up a Sweet Revenge - roles are reversed, the slave
becomes the master (Fdom, Mdom, MMF, MF+, bd, cons, oral, anal)

Authors note: The protagonist in Serving at My Wife’s Party,
Directory 54 and Just Bondage Stories, may indeed be completely
pussy whipped, but I thought he deserved to get his dignity back.
Read that story first.  I present here an alternate ending.

Surprise

My relationship with my wife took a harsher turn after her all
girl party.  When we watched the videos of the 30 minute
sessions, she had a good, hard laugh watching her friend Marsha
piss on my face and mouth, but she was most intrigued by the one
where her friend Vicky repeatedly kicked my balls and stomped on
my ribs.  We watched that part together, several times, with her
eyes darting back and forth between the video screen and my face,
studying Vicky's behavior and my reactions as I watched Vicky
kick me.  Vicky gave her a cane whip for her birthday and she got
a kick out of stinging me with it whenever I was a 'bad boy'. 
Nothing severe, just an occasional small welt.  My wife also
relished finding increasing vicious ways to humiliate me, both in
private and in public.

Two months after the party, both of my hands were cuffed to the
bottom rail of our canopy bed footboard, attached by 3 foot long
chains.  It was just after 1 in the morning.  I heard them coming
up the stairs, talking and laughing loudly.  She stepped through
the bedroom door, followed by two men.

"Hi honey," she said, as all three began to undress.  "You
remember Mike and Bill.  They fucked your ass a couple of months
ago after my party, and then fucked me the rest of the night. 
We’re gonna do it again, only this time you get to watch.  Mike
and Bill are gonna show you how real men fuck."

"Is he wearing a diaper?" one of men asked before both burst out
laughing.

"Yeah," she replied, giggling.  "I was trying to get him to wear
the chastity belt for longer and longer times, but he kept
shitting and pissing in it.   We switched to diapers till he gets
it right.  The longer he goes the less he gets whipped.  Stand up
you little prick and lean against the bed.  Bill's gonna fuck you
first, and then Mike.  I don't want them cumming too soon when
they start to fuck me."

She kicked me in the ass and I did as ordered.  Bill rubbed lube
all over his cock, yanked down my diaper, put a little glob on my
asshole then rammed his cock straight in.  The pain almost caused
my knees to buckle.  He didn't wait till I got used to it, he
just started slamming away, as my wife lay next to Mike on the
bed in front of me, watching Bill and I and licking the precum
from Mike's cock head.

"Fuck him hard, Bill, fuck the little prick," she squealed.

Mike was laughing, "Look at him, the little prick can't even get
it up."

It didn't take long.  Bill's hips jerked and rammed one last time
before unloading into my ass.  Bill pulled out quickly and Mike
immediately jumped in behind me.  He didn't bother lubing up,
just rammed his cock in and started slamming my ass even harder
than Bill had.  I watched as my wife massaged the tip of Bill’s
cock while he rubbed her clit.  Mike didn't take long either. 
When he finished, my wife slid over and pushed me away with a
foot to my face.

"Pull your diaper back up and sit down.  Now watch how real men
fuck a woman."

She mounted Bill, slipping his cock into her cunt as Mike rubbed
some lube on her asshole and slipped his cock in.  They looked
back at me, laughed and then started humping away.  I heard the
same things I've heard with the dozen or so other men she's
fucked in our bed over the past two months while I lay awake in
the quest room, my foot chained to the bed.  "Harder, yeah,
that's it, harder," followed by various grunts and squeals, and
then quiet.  They separated and she stepped up to the end of the
bed.

"Stand up.  Get up here," she said.  I did as ordered.  "Suck my
pussy.  Suck the cum out of my pussy."  I again did as ordered. 
"Suck it all out you limp little faggot prick," Bill said with a
smile on his face.  After a couple of minutes, she pulled back
and pushed me away with a heel to my chest.  "Sit down, we're not
done yet."  Mike and Bill switched places and the whole process
repeated itself.  I turned away after a couple of minutes of
watching.  "You won't learn anything if you don't watch," she
said.  They had paused and were all staring at me, then laughed
and started up again.  The only difference between this round and
the first was it took longer for all three to finally reach
climax.  They separated again and she looked at me.

"Enjoy the show?  Get up here and lay on the bed, face up." 
Again, I did as ordered, but the chains only let me go up so far.
 I had to support my lower body by bracing my heels on the floor,
my ass hanging over the bed frame.  She planted her cunt on my
mouth and again ordered me to suck the cum out.

After about a minute of my sucking, she started rocking her hips
up back and forth, sliding her pussy lips and clit across my
mouth and nose.  "Oh shit, that feels good!" she said with a
moan.  "Someone give me a cock."  Bill got there first.  "Wait a
second."  She edged forward a bit and before devouring Bill's
cock said "Suck the cum from my ass you little shit.  Suck it!" 
Mike and Bill both laughed.  Mike slid off the bed, yanked my
diaper down and off, raised my legs up on his shoulders, stuck
his cock into my ass again and started slamming away.  He set the
rhythm for his strokes, for my wife’s sliding across my mouth and
her mouth onto Bill's cock.  All three were laughing, at least as
well as my wife could laugh with a cock in her mouth.

She paused a second.  "Need some more cum to suck on you little
shit?  Let me squeeze some more out for you."  Her ass muscles
tightened for a moment and she then started rocking and sucking
again in rhythm.  "That was a bunch, and brown, too," Mike said,
starting to laugh again.  She stopped for a moment, raised her
hips up to look and broke out into a hysterical laugh.

"We'd better clean that off,' she said, trying to talk, suck and
laugh all at the same time.  Bill came first.  She collect his
cum in her mouth, raised up, spit the cum onto my face then
lowered back down and started sliding back and forth again. 
"That should get it clean, or at least a little cleaner," she
said.  Bill collapsed onto the bed, laughing hysterically.  My
wife's legs suddenly clamped around my head like a vise.  She
shuddered, squealed and let loose a stream of pussy juice.  After
catching her breath, she started sliding her hips again.  "More
cleaning fluid," she said with a laugh, a laugh which grew louder
and harder until she couldn't take it any more and fell forward
onto Bill, the two of them now shaking and laughing continuously.
 A few moments later Mike yelled "Here it comes, here it comes."
He tensed, dumped another load into my ass then he too collapsed
and rocked back and forth on the floor, laughing.

"Such a pretty boy," she blurted out between laughs.

I slid off the bed and back onto the floor.  Her laughter stopped
when I started to rub the slime from my eyes.  "Don't you wipe
that off with your hands," she yelled, kicking me in the head.
"Use your diaper to wipe your face.  And put it back on.  I don’t
want any cum from your ass on the carpet."

There were a few streaks of red in the cum leaking from my ass. 
They went into the bathroom, still laughing, wiped themselves off
then came back out and lay down on the bed again, with her in the
middle.   A few minutes later, the mood changed.  I watched as
she giggled, whispered, caressed and stroked each man with a
tenderness I hadn't experienced since our honeymoon eight years
ago.  What had I said or not said or done or not done, I
wondered, that she no longer wanted to treat me that way?  What
had I done wrong and when?  I turned away as my eyes began to
water.  What had I done wrong, I wondered?  And why had I let her
treat me the way she has all these years?  I didn't understand. 
I tried to suppress the sobs or at least keep them quiet so they
wouldn’t hear them, but it didn't work.

"Is he crying?" one of the men asked.

"Are you crying?" she yelled.  "Holy shit, he is.  What a fucking
baby.  Fucking unbelievable!"  I hid my face as they all jumped
up to look and started laughing again.  "This will shut you up."
A ball gag went into my mouth and she adjusted the cuff chains so
I couldn't remove it.  "Turn out the light, Bill," she said as
they crawled under the covers.  Their laughter subsided after a
few minutes and I finally contained myself as well.  The sounds
of caressing and kissing resumed, as I curled up into a ball to
try and keep warm.  After a few more minutes, there was gentle
snoring coming from the bed.  I eventually fell asleep as well,
but woke up two or three times during the night, shivering from
the cold.  I curled back up into a ball again each time and fell
back asleep.

They woke up first in the morning.  "Wake up cum face."  I looked
up just as a large drool of spit from Mike's mouth landed in my
left eye.  When they went into the bathroom, I reached up to the
bed and pulled a blanket down on me to get warm.  The shower came
on and I again heard her yelling the same shit I'd heard a dozen
times before over the past two months.  "Ram it up my ass! 
Harder, harder!  That's it!  Suck my clit!  Harder!  I said
harder!" followed by the usual moans, grunts and a soft scream. 
After a few minutes of just the sound of the shower running,
there was more of the familiar yelling, this time by one of the
men.  "Take it all you slut!  That's right, take it all down your
throat!" followed by more moans and grunts.

After they had dried themselves off, she stepped through the door
then stopped and stared.  "What the fuck are you doing?" she
yelled.  She ran over and ripped the blanket off me and threw it
back onto the bed.  I partially sat up and waited for the kick I
thought was coming.  It hit me in the lower rib cage.  "What the
fuck do you think you're doing getting shitty cum stains on my
blanket?" she yelled.  She pulled all of the blankets and sheets
to the head of the bed.

Bill and Mike were starting to dress, with Bill standing closest
to me.  "He stinks, Rita,? he said.  "He stinks bad.  You smell
that?  Smells like pee."

"Did you piss in your diaper again?" she asked.  "You did, didn't
you?" she yelled, kicking me in the ass at the same time. 
"Goddamn you!  You fucking little baby!"  She stood there glaring
at me for a few moments, trying to compose herself.  "I'll deal
with you later," she said, pointing a finger at me and kicking me
again.  She pulled a night shirt from her dresser drawer and put
it on, then stalked out of the room, with Bill and Mike in tow. 
The two of them looked back at me as they left, both of them
smirking and chuckling.

The sounds of laughter and dishes clanging came from the kitchen
as they made themselves some breakfast.  Eventually I heard them
walking to the front door.  "Bye cum face," one of the men
yelled, "We'll do it again sometime."  I heard them kissing, the
front door closed and I then heard her stomping loudly up the
stairs.

She stood in the doorway, glaring at me for a moment, her cane
whip in one hand and handcuff keys in the other.  As she unlocked
my cuffs, the tirade began.  "How dare you embarrass me like that
in front of my friends!" she yelled.  "You fucking little prick!
I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!  Get up! 
Get up!  Get your ass in the bathroom and clean yourself up, you
little shit!"  For tossing the ball gag at her as I walked toward
the bathroom, I was rewarded with a cane whip snap to my right
shoulder blade, forming a welt.  A second strike hit the diaper,
which fortunately tore it and not my ass cheek.  When I turned on
the shower, she immediately rushed in.

"Turn that off!" she yelled.  "I don't have time for you to take
a shower.  Use a washcloth.  And hurry up!"  Another welt was now
forming on my back left rib cage as she turned and walked back
out.  As I wiped the cum slime off my crotch and face, she stuck
her head through the doorway and yelled "Forget the diaper and
get your ass out here!  Get out here now!'  As I stepped into the
bedroom she yelled again, "Get over here!"

I took a few steps into the room, but paused when I saw the cuffs
at the foot of the bed.  The hand cuffs were hanging high up on
the upper canopy rail and leg cuffs were attached to the lower
bed frame rail.  It was obvious I was about to get the shit
whipped out of me while standing upright, naked and spread eagle
at the foot of the bed.  She stepped toward me, now screaming at
the top of her lungs, "I said get over here!"  The cane hit my
left bicep.  She had never hit me that hard before.  The sting
and ferocity of the blow spun me sideways and knocked me to a
knee.  Blood was leaking from the welt.  Another scream, "I said
get over here!", followed by three more strikes, on my left ass
cheek, my left hip and one to my ribs, knocking me further down
to the floor.  Those welts also started leaking blood.  "Get up!
Get up!" she screamed, striking me twice more with the cane on my
ribs then grabbing my left wrist and pulling me up to the hand
cuffs.

What happened next surprised me as much as it did her.  As she
pulled my wrist up to the hand cuff, I grabbed the cuff and
clamped it around her wrist.  We were suddenly both wide eyed,
staring at each other in disbelief.  The only difference in our
reactions was that I recovered first from the shock of what I had
just done and before she could hit me again with the cane, I
grabbed her other wrist, pulled it up and snapped the second cuff
around it.

More screaming followed.  "What the fuck do you think you're
doing?  Unlock these cuffs!  Unlock these cuffs you fucking
little prick!"  As the screaming continued, I picked up the ball
gag from the floor, jammed it into her mouth and secured it. 
Trying to scream though the gag, she was now trying to kick me. 
I got one leg secured in a cuff with only some minor blows to my
ribs.  I took a knee to the nose, which momentarily caused my
eyes to water, but I eventually got the second leg cuffed as
well.

With her shaking and pulling at the cuffs and still trying to
scream through the gag, I slid over a few feet from the bed and
sat down on the carpet in front of her, leaning on my right side
so as not to stain the carpet with the blood leaking from my left
ass cheek welt.  After a few minutes of deep breaths, the
adrenaline started to wear off and the sting from the bleeding
welts became more apparent.  I winced from the stings as I stood
up and looked at her face.  The fire in her eyes could have
melted a small iceberg.  With her still straining at the cuffs
and trying to scream through the gag, I turned and slowly walked
into the bathroom.

Transition

I took a long, warm shower, washing the fuck slime from my face,
neck, hair and crotch and squeezing as much cum out of my ass as
I could, washing it away as well.  The bleeding from the welts
had stopped but they were draining fluid and the sting was even
more intense.  I dried off, being extra careful when drying my
left side, and covered each of the cuts as best I could with
first aid cream.  It was obvious I was going to need more and
larger bandages to cover the worst of the welts.  I stepped back
into the bedroom to find her no longer straining at the cuffs,
just glaring at me.

She immediately tensed when I picked up the cane whip and
alternately looked back and forth between the whip and her face.
Was that a hint of fear in her eyes, I wondered?  I set the whip
on the corner of the dresser top where she could easily see it. 
The sight of her strap on sitting on the night stand caught my
attention.  Eight years, I thought, of her fucking my ass with
that damn thing and never once had I fucked hers.  When I
retrieved a razor blade from the bathroom, her eyes got as big as
saucers when she saw it.

"Don't move,” I said, "I don't want to cut you."  She flinched
and began trembling as I cut away her night shirt.  "I said don't
move."  After tossing the night shirt aside, I held the razor
blade between my thumb and fingers and stroked her nipples with
the back of my fingers.  There was noticeable fear in her eyes as
they darted back and forth from my eyes to the blade and back. 
That could be useful, I thought, as I set the razor blade on the
dresser top, next to the whip.

She flinched when I reached up and rubbed her asshole.  It was
wet with cum from earlier.  I squirted some lube onto my cock and
massaged it to a full erection while standing in front of her.

"I take offense that you keep calling me little prick," turning
sideways in profile.  "I'm at least an inch and a half longer
than Bill and at least 2 inches longer, and thicker, than Mike. 
Doesn't look like a little prick to me."

I got behind her, placed an arm around her hips, eased myself up
and slid my cock into her ass.  It went most of the way in before
striking her upper rectum.  It had been 2 months, at the all girl
party, since I had last fucked anyone.  It only took a few quick
strokes before my cum exploded into her ass.  I eased down,
climbed out from behind and stood in front of her.  She still had
that glare in her eyes.

"That wasn't much fun,” I said.  "Too quick.  We'll have to try
that again later."  Cum was running down the inside of her thigh.
 "We'd better put a diaper on that.  Don't want cum on the
carpet," I said mockingly.  I took the razor blade and slit the
sides of one of my pull up diapers, cut a couple of pieces from
the roll of bondage tape in her dresser drawer, put the razor
blade back where she could see it and secured the diaper around
her hips.  "If you feel the need to pee or shit, go ahead."  I
left her like that, gathered up the dirty towels and sheets and
took them downstairs.  I didn't bother dressing as my welts were
still stinging and draining.

I came back upstairs after a couple of hours with the clean
laundry and a glass of water.  "Thirsty?"  She nodded. 
"Obviously I will need to remove the ball gag in order for you to
drink.  Two rules.  No shouting and you speak only when I say you
can.  Agreed?"  She nodded.  I took the chair from her make up
vanity, placed it in front of her and stood on it, removed the
ball gag and I held my cock in front of her face.

"Before you get the water, you have to drink the piss."

"I'm not drinking your piss!" she screamed.

"I didn’t say you could talk," I replied, as the ball gag went
back into her mouth.  "How stupid of me to think that you would
find piss to the face and mouth to be somehow hilarious," I said
sarcastically.  The glass of water went onto the dresser, next to
the razor blade and whip.  I ignored her as I made the bed and
went about cleaning the bathroom.

I asked again, "Thirsty?"  She just glared at me.  I dressed,
very gingerly, and made a trip to the drugstore for some more
bandaids.  I found her staring at the glass of water when I got
back a couple of hours later.  I ignored her, but climbed up
behind on the mattress.

"I'm going to adjust these chains so you can sit on the
mattress."  Between us, her standing and squatting and my
adjusting, we got to the point were her ass was just 4 to 5
inches above the mattress.  "Perfect," I said.  I adjusted the
leg cuffs so that she couldn't get good leverage with her feet
against the floor, essentially suspending her weight from the
hand cuff chains.

I undressed, stroked my cock with some more lube and took off her
wet diaper.  I slid underneath her, and with some effort, lifted
her up and eased my cock into her ass, pulling her down by the
hips.  I again hit the top of her rectum.  By shifting my and her
hips around a bit, I finally got the angle right and the head of
my cock pushed up into her colon, burying my entire cock in her
ass.  She felt her shudder.  Bracing my heels against the bottom
bed rail, I used the bed springs for a trampoline effect, closed
my eyes and started bouncing up and down, just an inch or two at
a time.  After about 10 minutes of this smooth, easy bouncing, I
came again.  Not a big load of cum, but the intensity of the
orgasm set my head spinning.

I just laid there and rested while my cock shrank and I got my
breath back.  I pushed her up and slid out from underneath,
adjusted the leg clamps to take the pressure off of her ankles,
cleaned and dried her crotch and put on a fresh diaper. I rubbed
her nipples with the back of my fingers and watched as her eyed
darted back and forth from her breasts to the razor blade.  She
shuddered again.

I repositioned the hand cuff chains so she could lie down, which
she did, but still not touch her ball gag.  "Thirsty?"  She
nodded.  "Same ball gag rules apply."  She nodded again.  The
moment I removed the ball gag she spit in my face.  "Must not be
too thirsty if you can still spit," I said.  Wiping the spit from
my nose and cheek, I smeared it on her nipples and reinserted the
ball gag.  "If you don’t try to kick me, I'll remove the leg
cuffs."  She nodded.  I left her like that, able to now move
around a bit at the bottom of the bed, still staring at the glass
of water.

After dinner I again asked "Thirsty?"  She nodded, slowly.  I
removed the ball gag and held my cock above her mouth with one
hand, held her head with the other, in case she tried to bite me
and then dribbled a short squirt of piss into her mouth.  She
swallowed some of it.  I held the glass for her as she drank the
water.  I again rubbed her nipples with the back of my fingers,
and, again, she shuddered.  I changed her wet, and dirty, diaper
for her, repositioned the handcuff chains to give her some more
freedom of movement and then left her like that, without a pillow
or blanket, just as I had been the night before.  As I went
downstairs to sleep in the guest bedroom, I heard her softly
sobbing.

The Club

The next morning I found her sitting on the end of the bed,
naked, a wet diaper lying on the floor.  She glared at me as I
came in.  I didn’t say anything, but gave her a damp washcloth to
wipe her crotch and a fresh diaper to slip on.  "I'm sorry,
baby," I said, "but I have to go out for a bit," as I stretched
apart the hand cuff chains again.  "No!" she cried, just before
the ball gag went into her mouth.  She tried to kick me.  "Leg
cuffs," I said, and she eased down.  I placed a pillow under her
head, through a blanket over her and left.

I drove over to the sex and bondage night club I knew she liked
to go to.  She had told me a little about the club over the years
so I had some idea about what to expect.  I knew it would be
closed but I also expected there to be a cleaning crew.  I was
right.  I knocked on the back door, told the woman who answered I
was Jason Carlson, Rita Carlson's husband, and asked if I could
speak to the manager.  She obviously knew who Rita was.  The
owner, Mark, came to the door, introduced himself and then
introduced me to some of his staff.  I wasn't surprised that
everyone knew Rita.  Once we settled in his office, Mark asked,
"What can I do for you?"

"You use a hostess in sexy clothing to greet people when you open
each night, is that right?"

"Yes, that's right," he answered.  "We call her the pole lady. 
She stands next to a stripper pole at the front door and greets
and fondles people as the come and go.  A fake chain is attached
between the pole and one of her ankles."

"How do you think Rita would do at that job?" I asked.

"Are you kidding me?" he answered.  "I could probably double my
business in a year if she worked as one of my pole girls."

"I might be able to arrange that," I replied.  Mark smiled; I now
had his full attention.  We spent the next 3 hours talking about
a couple of ideas I had for his club and he told me what he knew
about some of Rita's friends, including Mike and Bill (white
trash gigolos) and Vicky (penniless divorcee who fucks anyone who
will feed her and kicks anyone who won't).  Mark and I shook
hands and I left with an outline in my head of a business plan we
might be able to implement in the next couple of months.

Transformation

My wife was softly sobbing when I got back around mid-afternoon.
I removed the ball gag and blanket and saw the lump in the bottom
of the diaper.

"Thirsty?" I asked, as I stripped off my clothes.  She opened her
mouth, expecting more piss, but I instead unlocked one of her
hand cuffs and handed her a bottle of water.  She practically
drank it down in a single gulp and then burst out crying again. 
I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and just held her, my
limp, but slowly rising, cock hanging between her breasts.  After
her crying subsided, I told her to lay face down, pulled off her
diaper, spread some lube on her still dirty asshole and my cock,
slipped it in and started pumping, slowly.  When she tried to
move her hand down to her clit, I grabbed her wrist and stopped
her.

"I can't stop you from rubbing yourself when you're alone," I
said softly, "but you're not going to do that while I'm fucking
you."

After I finished dumping yet another small load of cum in her
ass, I joined the two hand cuff chains into a single 6 foot
chain, connected to the bed post and her left wrist.  I then
brought her a basket of food and some bottles of water.  I also
placed some sanitary wipes, a small bucket and some towels by the
bed so she could relieve and clean herself when needed and left
her like that, naked.

That evening, before I got ready for bed, I found her asleep and
shook her gently.  "Wake up," I said, "time to add some protein
to your diet."  I held my already stiff cock above her face,
stroked the head with one hand and held her head in place with
the other.  My prostate was virtually empty now, as only a small
dribble of cum dripped from the end of my cock when my ass
muscles finally pulsed.  She surprised me by licking it with her
tongue.  As she drifted back to sleep, I removed the razor blade
from the dresser and took the cane whip downstairs to the garbage
can.

The next morning, I found her sitting cross-legged on the bed,
eating an apple.  I sat beside her and rubbed one of her nipples
with the back of my fingers.  Her eyes darted over to the
dresser.

"I've decided your nipples are pretty just the way they are. 
Change of rules.  You can talk, quietly, without having to ask
permission."

"I need a shower," she said.

"Yes, you certainly do," I replied, mockingly sniffing the air
around her and smiling.

I unlocked the bed post cuff and attached it to my wrist and we
got into the shower.  After a good 15 minutes of thoroughly
scrubbing and rinsing each other, I had a raging hard on.  She
dropped to her knees, took my cock into her mouth and started
working the head with her tongue and lips.  My balls were being
massaged with one hand and a finger from the other was inserted
into my asshole to massage my prostate.

"Holy shit," I said, "that feels good."  And it did, too.  She
was really good at it.  Probably something she learned how to do
while fucking all of those men over the past 8 years, I thought
to myself.  I looked down at her with a sense of disdain, disdain
for her for giving all those others such good blowjobs.  Or was
it a sense of regret, that I never got such a good sucking?  Or
was it a mix of both?  I wasn't sure.  I closed my eyes and
enjoyed the moment.  She swallowed the tiny load of cum.

I worked out a system of cuffing over the next few days as I
permitted her to move about the house.  Going from one room to
another she was always cuffed to my wrist and once in a room she
would be cuffed to something immovable, or at least very heavy. 
One cuff was always attached before the other removed.  Meals
were taken in the kitchen and, as per prior practice, I did most
of the cooking.  Conversation was polite and low key, but
basically uninteresting.  I got my cock sucked or fucked her ass
once a day.  If she wanted to have an orgasm, she did that to
herself, when I wasn't around.  Panties replaced diapers.  Toilet
usage was always in my presence, my wrist cuffed to hers.

For the most part, she spent her time in the master bedroom,
chained to the foot of the bed, a concession I made since that's
where all of her clothes were, while I continued to sleep in the
guest room.  I bought her a new pair of headphones for her iPod
and downloaded some new songs she wanted to listen to.  For my
part, I usually moved about the house shirtless, giving her ample
opportunity to look from time to time at the still nasty looking
scars on my back.

Vicky

About 3 weeks after the Bill and Mike visit, my wife had just
finished sucking my cock after lunch in the master bathroom when
I noticed the box of diapers under the vanity sink.

"I don't think we need those anymore," I said, "do you?"  She
glared at the box and shook her head.  As I left with the
diapers, she lay down on the bed, one ankle chained to the bed
post, and put on her headphones.  I closed the door behind me and
took the diapers downstairs for later disposal.  Sitting in the
living room about an hour later, a car pull into the driveway and
Vicky got out.  "Oh shit," I whispered, "think fast."  I ran to
the kitchen, stripped off my shorts, slipped on a diaper and got
to the front door and opened it before the doorbell rang.

"Hi," she said, "remember me?"

"Oh, yeah," I replied, faking a sheepish grin.

'You wearing a diaper?" she asked, breaking out in a laugh.

"Yeah, something Rita makes me do."

"And the scars and bruises?"

"That's for being a bad boy," I replied.  She laughed again, only
harder and longer, eventually composing herself.

Still grinning at the diaper and bruises, she said "I'm glad
Rita’s putting my birthday present to good use.  I came by to see
if she wanted to go to the club tonight, but after seeing you, I
was thinking maybe the three of us could have some fun right here
and now."

"I'm sorry.  Rita went to some 3 day orgy fuckfest across town,"
I replied.  "She called this morning to say she would be back
around 8.  Would you like to come back then?" I asked, again with
a fake grin on my face.

"I'll be back at 8, diaper bad boy," she said, shaking her head
and laughing loudly as she turned and left.  "Fucking slut," I
whispered under my breath as I closed the door.

I went upstairs to find my wife dozing on the bed with her
headphones still on.  Lucky she didn’t hear any of that, I
thought.  I made a call to Mark.  At dinner, I told my wife our
insurance agent was coming over at 8 for a policy review and that
I would take care of it.  "Okay" was the simple reply.  By 7:30
she was listening to her iPod again in the master bedroom.  I
closed the bedroom door behind me as I left the room.

I met Vicky at the front door, wearing the diaper with a glass of
wine in my hand.  "Rita's upstairs.  She just got out of the
shower.  I'm supposed to offer you some wine and entertain you
any way you want till she comes down."

A huge grin came across her face.  "Good," she said, as she
pulled down the diaper, grabbed my cock and pulled me over to the
couch.  "I've got 5 loads of cum in my pussy and ass.  You're
going to suck it out and then I'm going to slap your balls."

She took the glass of wine, drank about half of it, sat down,
pulled off her wet panties, slid forward so her crotch was
hanging over the edge of the couch then lifted up and spread her
legs.  Cum was already dripping onto the carpet.  I
'enthusiastically' started sucking and licking her ass and cunt,
sliding my tongue in and out of both holes.

She was moaning loudly, too loudly I thought, if Rita had her
headphones off, but the moans became quieter in a few minutes and
then ceased altogether as her legs fell to the floor.

"Damn, that stuff Mark gave me works really good," I whispered. 
I put the diaper back on and went to the door to the garage and
let in a couple of the security guys from the club.

"Come on, guys.  Let's get this fucking bitch out of here. 
Quietly."

"You wearing a diaper?"

I smiled.  "Yeah, don't ask.  I'll tell you about it later."

They placed Vicky in a van in the garage, opened the garage door
and left.

"Fucking slut," I muttered, again.  I dressed and went upstairs
to find my wife with her headphones on, rubbing her bald pussy
with both hands.  She stopped when she saw me, but I assumed she
started again when I closed the door and went back downstairs.

The Twins

Two days later, I was lying naked, face down on the bed.  My wife
was on her side next to me, tracing her fingers tips across my
cane whip scars.  We had just showered, during which she had
swallowed a load of cum.

"I have to go out after lunch," I said.  "I'm working on an
investment deal for some of my inheritance money.  I have an
appointment at the bank at 1 and then have some meetings and
dinner scheduled after that.  I probably won't be back till late.
 I'll leave you some food by the bed.  I assume you don't want me
to go buy some more diapers, but I can leave the bucket for you
to use.  It's gross, I know, but it's only for this evening."

"You could leave the cuff off."

"No.  No, I can't," shaking my head and turning to look at her.

"You don't trust me?"

I whispered, "How can I trust you, Rita?  Why should I trust you?
 All those other men you've fucked.  Fucked in this bed while I
lay awake downstairs.  Fucked in this bed and made me watch.  Why
should I trust you?"

"I won't go anywhere."  Her eyes were starting to water.

"How can I know that, how can I possibly believe that?" I asked.
"How do I know you won't go looking for Mike and Bill?  Or some
other little prick to fill your pussy?"

"I'm sorry, Jason," she whispered, as she rubbed at the scars on
my back and the tears began to drip from her eyes.  "I'm sorry."

I got back just before 3 the next morning.  I retrieved the
bucket and looked down at her.  She was sound asleep, curled up
in a little ball.  No need to wake her, I thought, I've had
enough sex for one night.  Probably out of cum anyway.

We were sitting in the kitchen the next morning, eating a late
breakfast, her left ankle chained to the table.  She was wearing
shorts and a sheer lace top which showed off her nipples.  I
answered the door when the doorbell rang and brought my two
guests, along with their suitcases, into the kitchen.

"Rita, I'd like you to meet Mary and Alice.  They're obviously
twins.  They're going to stay with you for the next few days
whenever I have to go out.  Girls, this is Rita."

Hugs and pleasantries were exchanged.  "I know you from
somewhere," Rita said.

"Yes, we started working at the club a few weeks ago," replied
Alice.

"Jason," Mary exclaimed in mock disgust, "how can you treat her
like this?"  She looked at Rita.  "You come with me, honey, I'm
gonna wash your hair, do your nails and makeup and make you look
extra pretty.  I see you already have pretty nipples."

"They are pretty, aren't they?" Rita replied.

I brushed the back of my fingers across one of the nipples.  "Yes
they are, baby, yes they are."  Rita noticeably flinched.  I gave
Mary the keys.  If Rita noticed that Mary already knew the
cuffing procedure, she didn't say anything.  The two of them
headed up the stairs.

Alice and I grabbed the suitcases and followed.  "What was that
all about?" she whispered.  "I thought she was going to faint
when you touched her nipple."

"It was a razor blade thing I did to her a few weeks ago."  Alice
looked at me in horror.  "No, no, no," I responded.  "I didn't
cut her, or even try to cut her.  I would never do something like
that.  I just let her think for a couple of days that I might. 
It was a useful thing to do at the time.  It had the desired
psychological effect, but I would never hurt someone like that."

"That's cruel," Alice said.

"Remind me later to tell you about cruel," I replied.

I stood in the doorway while Alice and Mary busied themselves
with their suitcases.

"Rita, honey," Mary said, "first things first.  Before we get
into the shower to wash your hair I want to fuck you with my
strap on."

Rita grinned, took off her clothes and lay down on the bed.  Mary
poured out a bunch of dildos, butt plugs and bottles of lube from
a small bag onto the bed, undressed and slipped on her belt.  She
picked up one of the dildos.  "I think this one is the same size
as Jason."

"He's bigger that," Rita replied.  It was all I could do to keep
from falling down, laughing.  Mary and Alice made no attempt to
contain their laughter.  "Okay," Mary finally said with a
chuckle, "let's try this one instead."

Rita spread her legs.  "No, honey," Mary said softly "I want to
fuck your ass.  I want to slowly work up to these larger dildos
and I want you to start wearing these butt plugs.  We'll work up
slowly to the big ones so we don't hurt you.  Okay?"  Rita
frowned slightly and roller over.  "Okay," she replied.

An hour later, Mary was drying and brushing Rita’s hair and
applying some make up at the make up vanity.  Alice and I
watched, leaning back against the bed pillows at the headboard,
Alice’s head on my shoulder.  Rita’s eyes drifted back and forth
between her face in the mirror and Alice and my reflection.

"All done," Mary said, wrapping her arms around Rita’s shoulders
and hugging her.

"Very nice," I added.  Rita was beaming.

"Rita," Alice said, "help me pick out some clothes from your
drawers and closet, so we can move you to the guest room." 
Rita's grin faded, but she helped Alice pick out the clothes she
liked to wear around the house.  Rita's change in mood was
somewhat abated by Alice's compliments on her wardrobe.

The girls bonded very well over the next week, in a non-sexual,
day-to-day, girl-to-girl sort of way.  Rita was obviously aware
that I was sleeping with Alice and Mary, but other than an
occasional laugh or bed squeak, we didn't make any loud noises to
indicate that.  Evenings were spent in the living room watching
TV and movies, Alice, Mary and I on the couch, Rita in the
recliner, her leg cuffed to the bottom of the recliner frame and
a big butt plug in her ass.

After a few evenings, the snuggling, caressing and kissing
between the twins and I progressed to where we were sucking and
fucking each other.  Rita quietly sat and watched, occasionally
rubbing her clit.  We took turns.  One evening Mary and I made
love to Alice, sucking her tits, fingering her ass and stoking
her pussy with cock and dildo, with lots of caressing and kissing
before, during and after.  The following night it was Mary's
turn.  Both of those evenings finished with a cool down period of
gentle hugs, caresses and kisses.

The next night it was my turn.  The twins were quite skilled at
working in tandem on my cock and balls while fingering my ass,
one finger from each simultaneously squirming in my ass, and then
snowballing my cum.  I let them drain me, then, as we had
prearranged, I got up, unlocked the cuff on the bottom of the
recliner, took Rita's hand and led her over to the sofa.  I sat
down in the recliner and watched as the look of disbelief on
Rita's face faded to pleasure when the twins went to work on her
with their mouths and dildos.  Rita reciprocated.  I lost track,
but I think each of them had at least three orgasms over the next
two hours.  After the usual cool down period, Alice and Mary put
Rita to bed.  Ten minutes later, as the twins and I were also
preparing for bed, I heard Rita crying.  I went down to the guest
room and knelt by the bed.

"Rita, what's wrong?" I whispered.

"I watch you," she said between sobs "I watch you with Mary and
Alice.  I watch the way you hold each other and kiss each other.
I want you to kiss me like that.  I want to hold you like that."

"Would you like me to lie down beside you for awhile?" I asked. 
She nodded.  I lay down on top of the covers and wrapped my arm
around her as she pulled it to her chest.  The crying slowly
subsided and within about 20 minutes she had cried herself to
sleep.  I quietly slid off the bed and went back upstairs.

"I think she’s ready," I said.  "I think she’ll do anything we
ask.  We'll tell her in the morning.  If she likes the idea, I'll
call Mark and we’ll rearrange the personnel schedules."

Pole Ladies

With the four of us sitting at breakfast the next morning, I
looked at Rita and asked "Rita, you know that sex and bondage
club you used to go to?"  She nodded.  "You remember the pole
ladies?"

"Yes, I always liked the pole ladies," she said.  "They're so
much fun.  And those sexy little outfits they wear."

"Would you like to be a pole lady?" I asked.

Rita's eyes lit up.  "A pole lady?  Really?"

"Yes, really.  I'm now co-owner of the club," I replied.  "It's
members only now.  Mark and I took it private last month.  We'd
like you to be one of our pole ladies."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes, really," I repeated.

"I'd like that," she said softly, grinning.

"We've got a sexy maid outfit for you to wear, Rita," Mary said.
"I'll do your make up and get you ready later this afternoon."

Rita was beaming and giddy the whole day.  After an early dinner,
Alice and I watched as Mary did Rita's hair and make up and fit
her with a tight little black maid outfit with a sheer lace top
and frilly skirt that was just long enough to cover her ass crack
and pussy slit but not long enough to hide a butt plug.  She
looked stunning.

"Wow!" I said.  "You look incredible."  She smiled and spun
around in a circle.  "Which butt plug are you going to use?" I
asked.  Mary held up the inch and a half diameter one.  "Not the
bigger on?" I asked.

"Give her a break, Jason," replied Alice.  "She has to wear it
for 6 hours."

"You're right.  I'm sorry.  That was insensitive of me."

"That's right," Mary scolded.  "Now, shoo, go downstairs and
wait.  We'll be down in a few minutes."

Rita came down about 20 minutes later, followed by the twins,
both wearing matching mid-thigh length, tight red dresses with
deep necklines.

"Oh my god, I've died and gone to heaven.  Wow!  The three of you
are way out of my league.  I am definitely not worthy."  I
couldn't stop my eyes from roving up and down each of them.  "Let
me get your coats and we'll go."

Mark, Mary and Alice worked the club's main floor, seeing to it
that everyone had everything they needed.  I wanted to see how
the members responded to Rita so I spent the majority of my time
in the security room, watching the closed circuit camera feeds. 
The look on everyone's face as they came through the door was
priceless.  Rita was having so much fun hugging and kissing
everyone and squeezing their crotches and asses, and getting her
nipples pinched and her pussy stroked in return, that she didn't
want to take her breaks.  By closing time she was utterly
exhausted but still grinning.

Alice and Mary helped Rita into bed when we got back to the
house.  I whispered to Mary not to put Rita's leg cuff on.  Rita
fell asleep without even noticing.  A snuck into the guest room a
little later, removed the chain from the bed and brought it
upstairs.

"You didn't chain her?" Alice asked.

"No.  Let's see what happens in the morning when she wakes up."

We sat up in bed the next morning when we heard Rita moving
around downstairs and waited.  The door slowly opened and her
head peeked in.  Mary pulled the covers back and motioned for
Rita to join us.  She practically flew across the room.  I have
to admit that 4-way MFFF sex is incredible, especially for the M.
With one exception, they took turns, two of them working my cock
and balls while the third sat on my mouth and got her clit sucked
or they slid a strap on dildo back and forth in my ass while I
fucked or sucked another.  The exception was Rita.  I didn't
assume any position such that I would give her an orgasm.  Per my
agreement with the twins, one of them did that for her, usually
with the strap on.  They would gently nudge or pull Rita away if
she attempted to sit on my cock or stick her clit in front of my
mouth.

Fortunately the club was closed that day.  We essentially spent
the entire day in bed, stopping only to eat and pee.  By early
afternoon, I had run out of cum and my job became one of rubbing
or sucking nipples and clits or getting my ass reamed by Mary and
Alice until they came.  We slept afterward for about 10 hours,
the four of us together.

The pattern of life for the next two weeks was working at the
club and the four of us fucking and sleeping together.  There was
one little twist to the sleeping part of the regimen.  I never
allowed Rita to sleep next to me.  I always managed, with help
from the twins, to have one of them between Rita and myself.

Girl on girl action became common, given that there were three Fs
for the one M.  Chaining, taping and tying to the bed and teasing
with dildos and mouths were a common sight whenever I walked into
the bedroom and fun to watch as well.  I even allowed them, once,
to chain me upright and spread eagle at the foot of the bed.  The
twins tried to make me think it was their idea, but I suspected
Rita described or confessed to what had happen between us so many
weeks earlier.  I had to keep reminding myself that I had thrown
the cane whip away.  Alice and Rita took turns licking the little
dribbles of cum that leaked from my cock head with each stroke of
Mary's strap on in my ass.

Membership in the club took a sharp upward jump after Rita
started working.  Walking in to the club one evening, I whispered
to her "I have a surprise for you."

"What?" she asked.

"I told you, it's a surprise.  You'll see."

Standing next to the stripper pole was Vicky, wearing a mini
nurse's uniform.  They both screamed and greeted each other like
long lost sorority sisters.  I spent the evening in the security
room again, watching the reactions of Vicky and Rita and the club
members as they came and went.  Getting fondled by one nearly
naked woman wearing a butt plug when you stepped through the door
was one thing, getting fondled by two took it to another level. 
During downtime or when no one was coming or going, Rita and
Vicky spent their time caressing, fondling and kissing each
other.

Just as we were closing, I came out to talk to Rita.

"You were incredible tonight, both of you," I said glancing back
and forth between Rita and Vicky.  "As a reward, if you like, you
can stay here tonight with Vicky.  She has a room upstairs."

"Really?  I can stay with Vicky tonight?  You don’t mind?"

Rita and Vicky were both visibly excited by the idea.  "No,
really, I don't mind.  Just ask Mark to call me when you're ready
to come home."

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.  "Thank
you," she whispered.  The two of them bounded up the stairs like
a couple of schoolgirls.  Mary and Alice had been watching from
just off the entrance.

"Thank God that's over," I said.

"What’s over?" Alice asked.

"Her.  Rita.  Her in my life.  She's caused me enough pain.  I'm
glad it's over, at least I hope it is.  It'll probably take me
years to recover from the scars she's given me."

Mary rubbed my left ribcage.  "Your scars are fading," she said.

"No. No, you don't understand," I answered slowly and quietly. 
"Not the cane whip scars, the emotional scars.  That woman has
spent eight years deliberately humiliating me, in the most
vicious ways, in front of her friends and mine.  And I never
understood why.  I have never understood why she did that to me
or even why I let her."  My voice was starting to crack.  The
twins put their arms around my neck and waist. "I never
understood, and still don't, what I did or didn't do to her that
made her want to treat me like that, to repeatedly humiliate me
like that."  My eyes were watering as I wrapped my arms around
them and held tight for a few moments.

"Let's go home," I whispered.  "I want to suck both of your
clits, take a long, hot shower and sleep till dinner time."

"I can think of a better way to start your recovery," replied
Mary, softly.  "Alice and I will suck you dry in the shower,
we'll sleep the whole day and then you can suck and fuck us."

Early Retirement

Rita called, but not for me to come get her.  She had Mary and
Alice bring some of her clothes over to the club.  She and Vicky
never left each others side after that.  They eventually got an
apartment a couple of blocks from the club.  I never asked what
they did or who they saw in their private lives and I didn't
especially care.  Our divorce was easily arranged, since the
attorneys were frequent, club visiting members and the judge was
a discreet, infrequently visiting member.  A nice lump sum
alimony payment from my inheritance probably added to the ease of
Rita's consent to sign the papers.

Club membership took another sharp upward jump after we started
using dual pole ladies each evening.  We went from being open
four nights a week to six and nearly always worked the pole
ladies in pairs.  Rita and Vicky were the only two we had to
'persuade' to take the job.  The others, wives and girlfriends of
members or rich, single female members, all volunteered to fondle
and get fondled two nights a week.

After two years of operation, business had increased by a factor
of six and we were making a ton of money.  I didn't really need
the cash, so when I sold my share in the club back to Mark, I did
so at my original investment cost.

The twins and I moved to a beachside swinger's condo near
Savannah, Georgia.  Our uniqueness as a MFF 'couple', especially
with the FF being twins, got us invited to all of the weekend
parties.  We also formed several ongoing couple’s swaps.  The
twins favorite activity was to tie or chain the husband to the
bed and tease him with their mouths or sex toys, while I lay next
to them fucking, sucking or getting sucked by the wife.  Always
consensual, always.


  
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