TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright c February 2002 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved

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This story may be freely distributed for personal use with 
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All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely 
Fictional.  There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To 
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(Cuckold, Humil, M+/F, MF, MM, Impreg, Spank, 
FemDom, MDom)

WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY.  DO NOT READ 
THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE 
READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE 
GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, 
PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, 
SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND 
OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE


Story: GO3
Author: C.D.E.

ABSTRACT: Due to his Pro-Choice abortion stand, a part time college 
instructor has his marriage affected in ways he never could have 
imagined.


CAST:

Husband-Kirk
Wife- Kay
Husband's four buddies:
Bill
Cal
Daryl
Eric


	My name is Kirk.  I have four buddies that I've known since the 
first grade. They're Bill, Cal, Daryl, and Eric. They were quite a crew 
as we grew up together.  At the time, you couldn't ask for a better set 
of friends to bum around with. They got a bit rowdy at times, but at 
heart they were a great set of guys.

	In high school, people told me I was nuts to stick with them.  
Many called them losers because they drink too much beer, partied hard, 
were into all the sports, and of course chased skirts.  They each 
always had the best looking babes in high school and also in their 
adult life.  They were truly studs in their own rights.  They 
constantly talked about their conquests.

	I on the other hand am just the opposite of them.  

However, I did get a chance to go on to college, then graduate 
school and landed a good paying job as at an adjacent town about 35 
miles away from my hometown, where they lived.  

The guys stayed in the hometown and all had entered into 
respectable blue-collar trades.

In addition to my main job, I was also a part time instructor at 
a small, nearby liberal arts college.

	I didn't find much interest in sports and I never seem to have 
much luck with the girls.  In that department, my buddies seemed much 
better equipped than I in pleasing the women anyway.  They were all 
rather well endowed.  I wasn't.  Even though they occasionally teased 
me about that aspect, it was all good-natured and in light fun.

	However, they know I tend to be an eternal optimist and look for 
the good in people, so they teased me about that also, saying I was 
naive and easily fooled.  I discounted their claims. I figured I was as 
alert as the average Joe, even though I tended to look for the good in 
folks.

	I shrugged off their comments and told them they too should not 
be so cynical about life and people.  

It was after I met Kay, that my life changed. However, my 
relationship with my buddies also changed in ways I never could've 
predicted, in my wildest dreams.

Kay married me.  We were very compatible, close, and very much in 
love.  She was just my type and with a sharp mind too. She said my 
idealism and optimism intrigued her.  She said she fell in love with me 
easily because I was an easy going and not a pushy type person.

	She was just a plain, but moderately attractive brunette, nothing 
like the knockouts common for my buddies to be seen with.

	She didn't care for my buddies coming by to see me at first, but 
after a while, she warmed up to them and even encouraged them to come 
by more often.  At the time, I was glad she was learning to tolerate 
them.

	My buddies were no dummies, in fact they were all quite sharp, 
but lazy in the get-up-and-go department.  They'd prefer to party 
rather than do any thing mentally stimulating.

	At the college where I worked part time, I ended up giving a 
speech on the long-term societal benefits of Pro-Choice policies and 
how it would be wrong to stop legal abortions.

	At the time, I never knew how volatile this subject would be and 
how my humble contribution to this cause would impact me, my marriage, 
and also my lifestyle.

	I received a couple of strange phone calls warning me to never 
speak on the subject again.  Over dinner, I told my wife and buddies 
about those incidents as I laughed them off as prank calls.

I was surprised at the interest my wife, and Bill, one of my 
buddies, took in the detail nature of the call.  Things like, whether 
the caller was female or male and the exact wording used.

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm reasonably certain the caller 
was just a prankster."  I told them.

	Just a week later, I literally had to eat my words. 

	It was Thursday evening, and my buddy Bill was over for dinner. 
The doorbell rang.  We weren't expecting anyone. I went to the door.

	As I opened it, three men rushed in and literally invaded our 
home.  My wife, Bill and I were immediately held at gun point as one of 
the men grabbed Kay to prevent her from screaming.

	They proclaimed themselves as the "Gang of Three".  They 
indicated they were a Pro-Life Advocacy Group.

Once they positively identified me, I was tied up.  Then my wife 
and Bill were ordered to strip.

I couldn't tell if the men were black or white as all there 
features were covered up and it appeared they had some type electronic 
devices masking their voices. 

All three were extremely nervous and I was scared out of my wits 
at what was happening before my eyes. I next saw one of the men reveal 
a camcorder.  It appeared they were going to videotape something.  I 
was fearful we all were going to be killed.

I was sure my wife was going to be raped, but I wasn't sure of 
the reason for Bill being stripped nude.

	It was even more bewildering when Bill and Norma were ordered to 
be amorous and to have intercourse.  The men whispered into the ears of 
my wife and Bill.  It was from their repeating the gunmen's demands 
that I determined what was going on.  I was shocked.

	I was scared.  It was painful to be tied in bondage while my best 
friend was forced to enjoy my wife.  I must admit for both of them to 
have been scared, they put on a remarkable job of pretending.  I was 
also surprised that Bill became so easily erected and that he slipped 
his rather large erection slipped into my wife so easily.

	Even more strange was that Bill came in her twice and I lost 
count of the number of orgasms she had - I believe it was four or five. 

After their forced public display of intercourse,  I was untied 
and led over to my wife's parted legs to see the messiness of her sex.  
I was horrified, surprised and impressed, all at once at the quantity 
of semen my buddy had shot off in my wife's cunt.  I was thankful she 
was on the pill.

	"Now Mr. Pro-Choice, it's time to show your appreciation for  
what your friend has done for you.  Get over here!  That's it crawl!"

	I wasn't sure what was in store for me as the gunman, who was 
doing the talking, guided me toward where my Buddy Bill was now sitting 
- that is after having uncoupled himself from my wife, who sat nearby.  
She appeared to be in what was, I'm sure was a state of shock, even 
though she looked more mellow and glassy eyed, than in shock.  However, 
I quickly turned my thoughts back toward my situation as the gunman 
pushed me roughly toward Bill's feet.

	"It's fitting you show your friend that you're pleased by his 
efforts at pleasing your wife.  What better way than to suck his cock 
clean.  Do it!"

	"W-What!"  I blurted out in an unbelieving tone of voice.

	"You heard me pip-squeak!  Suck dick or get your teeth bashed 
out!"  The gunman shouted as he raised the weapon before my eyes.  
Terror filled me.

	Scared to death, I did as I was told.  My humiliation was great 
as I slid my tongue over my friend's long, thick, languished penis 
coated with fuck slime.  Expecting an unctuous taste, I was surprised 
that the taste wasn't worse than it was.

As I glanced up at him out of the corner of my eye, I could tell 
Bill was embarrassed too, for he had an eerie, dazed, and sort of "out 
of it" look on his face. After I had licked everywhere the gunman had 
directed - Bill's balls, his large dick head, along and around his cock 
shaft and finally, around the dense pubic hair base - the gunman 
finally directed me away from my friend's cock, after my forced "lick 
cleaning".

	"Now, hubby, it's time for you to do the same for your wife."  
The man said in a whizzy electronically generated voice, as I was 
pushed to my knees before my wife's parted gamy smelling, jism smeared, 
oozing hairy crotch.

	"Now cock sucker, it's time for you to eat some cream of pussy.  
You better do a damn good job of licking and sucking her clean."  I 
heard the man bark.

	"W-What?"  I stammered.  The next thing I saw was a gun before my 
face.  I got the message.

	I girded my self mentally and proceeded to do as ordered.  
Knowing what I had to do, I wondered if the taste would be similar to 
the slimy traces on the prick I'd just lapped clean. I braced myself 
for the first taste of my wife's jism soaked muff.  Again, to my 
surprise, after a few seconds of having my face in the messy sloppy 
snatch, I found it had a slightly stronger flavoring than the slime 
coating on Bill's dick. It also had more of a musk odor and a creamier 
consistency to the taste.

To my surprise, my wife got another orgasm as I finished my 
forced task in her slimy hairy crotch.  Then, just soon as they'd come, 
the masked gunmen were gone.  We were warned not to call the police, 
otherwise the incriminating video would be released on the Internet, 
including my forced actions.  They also threw an envelope on the table 
as they quickly departed.

I was alarmed and surprised at what was on the note in the 
envelope. It said we were to get a copy of the video they shot.  Then 
if we didn't abide by their wishes, excerpts would be released on the 
Internet with names from our driver's licenses, which they'd looked at 
upon entering.  The note was signed simply "GO3".

	I was still kneeling, my face wet and smeared with a drying 
mixture of my wife's and Bill's fuck juices.

	"Oh darling, that was awful of them to do that to us and to you."  
Kay said as she sat up on the sofa and pulled my head over to her.  She 
held me to her breast as we comforted each other after the ordeal.

	We three got cleaned up, and after a while discussed the incident 
as well as details of the note left behind by the three intruders.

	We three were all very embarrassed, especially me.  I was really 
surprised at well my wife, and Bill for that matter, endured the ordeal 
so calmly.  I couldn't help but commend them.  I was a nervous and 
emotional wreck.  Who wouldn't be after having licked a dick in front 
of their wife?  I was devastated.

I also went along with my wife and Bill's decision not to call 
the police.  After all, none of us wanted to be Internet rape 
celebrities.  The more I thought about it, I too was glad that the 
other two agreed on this course of action.  After my anger and fright 
had subsided a bit, I thought of my regular and part time jobs and how 
I would have to deal with folks if news of the incident had gotten out.

Copyright c February 2002 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved
	
	Days later, another note was received from the GO3.  It was 
followed by a phone call.  The same electronically altered voice made 
it very clear as to what would happen if I didn't follow their 
instructions to the letter.  To say I was in shock was truly an 
understatement.  The other shock was how well my wife received it.

	"Honey, they could ruin us.  Your buddies don't have much to 
lose, but you have your professional jobs to be concerned about."  She 
said to me in a calm and collected tone, which amazed me.

	"B-But Kay!  T-They a-are talking about y-you getting p-p-
pregnant f-from..."

	"I know darling, but don't you think it's better for it to be 
Bill than some stranger?  After all, this can only make you and Bill 
that much closer.  After all, you too now have the knowledge of having 
shared me.  It's only a bit more of an extension of that for me to have 
his baby and for you to share that with him."

	Reluctantly, I had to admit my wife's logic was right.  I called 
Bill and told him everything.  After a brief pause of silence, he 
agreed.

"Even though I wouldn't ordinarily fuck a close friend's wife, in 
this case it's an emergency situation.  I'll be over to fuck, er, I 
mean sleep with her tonight."  Bill replied to me in the phone headset.

When I tried to let him know that he didn't need to come over so 
soon, since it would take a while for Kay's birth control pills to wear 
off, my wife intervened and asked if she could talk to him.  They at 
first exchanged pleasantries and minor small talk.  Then she went 
silent.  Apparently Bill was talking. She briefly walked out of my 
earshot with the cordless phone.  She returned a moment later just in 
time for me to hear her close out the call.

"Yes, yes, you're right Bill.  That's a good idea.  Bye now.  See 
you in a little bit."

She hung up before I could get the phone back.

	"Honey, I need to get accustomed to his size and style of sexing.  
I can't just rush into this, even if I'm being extorted into doing so."  
My wife Kay said, with a strange smile on her face, which seem to say, 
`It was dumb of me to even question her about her desire to do so.' 

	The group's instructions also demanded that I suck my wife's 
pussy each time after she was fucked.  That was so shocking to me.

	Bill arrived a couple of hours later.  We three again talked 
about the entire situation.  I was still quite apprehensive about the 
whole situation and doing as the GO3 demanded.	

I tried getting out of doing any clean up duty at all, but my 
wife persuaded me to do so to avoid incurring the group's wrath in the 
event they discovered she, or I, or Bill lied and didn't follow their 
instructions. 

	What hurt more than anything was that my wife admitted, in a 
cavalier tone, that it made her feel good for me to have sucked Bill's 
thick cum from her pussy.  I was so embarrassed because she said so in 
Bill's presence.

	Bill also chimed in and agreed with my wife, about it being the 
best thing to clean her pussy after he finished fucking her.

	"It's nothing personal old buddy, I'm just thinking of your best 
interest here.  After all, we don't know whether they may come back and 
give us all some kind of lie detector tests or something."

	Browbeat and failing to counter their logic, I hung my head and 
agreed with my wife and buddy.  I committed to tongue clean her messy 
drippy slimy cunt up after he filled her with his heavy load of dick 
cream.

	"Look at the bright side honey, at least they didn't require you 
to lick Bill's dick clean this time."  

It was a small consolation, but I had to nod in agreement with my 
wife's comment.

I prepared to sleep on the couch as Bill led my wife to our 
master bedroom.  They would call me when they were ready for me to do 
clean up on her pussy between fucks.

Additionally, my other hurt was that I wouldn't be able to have 
intercourse with my wife until she was pregnant with Bill's baby. 

As it turned out, until then, I ended up having to be satisfied 
with my wife's occasional blow job and many bouts of her jerking me 
off, while my buddy had the pleasure of fucking and enjoying her 
luscious pussy raw, wet, and to his heart's content. 

During this time, I began to get worried about how close they 
were becoming.  They were like teen lovebirds.

My wife was announced pregnant in a little less than 3 months 
after the gang invaded our home.  Now that she was, I'd assumed that 
all the deep French Kisses and hugging and groping between she and Bill 
would end.  The excuse before she was pregnant was that they had to do 
all those type of things to get use to each other in order to 
facilitate getting Kay in the mood for sex.

"Kirk, we just can't turn our feelings off like a garden hose.  
These things take time.  We're dealing with emotional ties here.  After 
all, Bill and I have ignited the process of creating a new life.  He 
and I just can't break off our bonding that quickly."

My wife's words came as a surprise to me.  I tried to counter the 
position she was taking.  It failed.

"Kirk, I love you.  Don't forget that. Bill and I will have to 
work on breaking the tight emotional bond that's been established 
between us. Us having sex is a part of that bond.  Unforeseen 
circumstances created this situation, and like many things in life, it 
now must run its course.  Kirk, if you truly love me, you must accept 
this situation and be supportive, not creating emotional turmoil."

We talked and talked, but there was no deterring my wife.  I got 
the same type of response from my good buddy Bill, when I confronted 
him on the same subject.  To make matters worse, even without it being 
brought up in the conversation, I was sheepish and thoroughly 
intimidated by the fact that I had been orally cleaning up after all 
the messes he'd made in my wife's cunt.

	The bottom line, I had to live with and endure Bill being the 
other man in our household even after my wife was pregnant.  To make 
matters worse, my wife insisted that I continue to lap her cunt clean 
after their sexual liaisons, which lasted until the beginning of her 
eighth month.  

	I found it humiliating, even if I had become accustomed to the 
slimy creamy taste of pussy fuck juices.  I eventually made up my mind 
to try and rebuild my esteem as a man and a husband.

	"Kirk, honey, I need you to do that for me.  Your sweet tongue is 
the perfect compliment to Bill's much larger dick.  I can still feel 
your smaller prick in me, but not like before.  Darling please continue 
to eat me out.  It'd mean so much to me, since you're giving me 
something Bill can't, and Bill is giving me something with his 
sturdier, long lasting dick that you can't.  Besides, Bill is not a 
pussy eater.   He told me so."

	I picked up loud and clear on my wife's message.  It hurt, but I 
knew I'd have to put rebuilding my manly esteem on hold, just to please  
the woman I loved and not jeopardize my marriage.  I was concerned now 
about her maybe having fallen in love with Bill.

	Fearful of possibly losing her,  I conceded to her request.  I 
was to remain her "pussy eater", throughout the rest of her pregnancy.

	Even though she and I were also having intercourse during her 
pregnancy, that is up until the eighth month, I could tell it was much 
more utilitarian and not with much enthusiasm.  Her enthusiasm was 
always higher with my head between her parted legs as compared to my 
prick.  She was always more excited about sex with Bill and his much 
bigger cock.  The bad thing for me is that she had a difficult time 
hiding it.

		Bill and my wife's liaison produced a son for us.  My wife 
thought it fitting to name him William.  I cringed and tried to get her 
to change her mind.  She resisted saying it was only fair to Bill for 
the baby's first name to be named after him, since the last was to be 
mine.  She dug in on that point and I ended up conceding to her once 
more. 

	I also assumed our lives would return to some degree of normalcy, 
after the baby was born, but again, I was slightly wrong.  

	Within weeks after "our" son was born, she and Bill began dating 
openly, while I remained home baby-sitting. I went out with them from 
time to time, but often I felt like a fifth wheel, in a manner of 
speaking.  Many times my wife also discouraged me tagging along with 
them.

	Bill was a much better dancer and party person than I. I had to 
admit, he was funnier and more hip when it came to being a party type.

On many of these dates, my other 3 buddies were along with them 
most of the time.  This made me feel better.  That is, with 3 other 
guys around, it made Bill's date with a married woman, my wife, a bit 
more socially acceptable.  At least in my eyes anyway.

	As my wife had said, I accepted her philosophy and assumed that 
the situation with Bill, and the unfortunate and strange, circumstances 
we found ourselves in, would run it's course and our marriage would 
return to the routine we were in prior to the GO3 invasion incident.

	How wrong I was. 

When William was eighteen months old, the three masked bandits 
returned.  Just as before, they broke in.  This time it was Cal that 
was the forced stud for my wife.  Again I was tied up and forced to 
watch and to do cunt clean up duties.  It was dejavue all over again.

The big difference this time, Cal's cock got hard as I was 
licking his thick slimy cock clean.  The three masked men insisted and 
forced me to aggressively suck him to completion.  They videotaped the 
entire act close up.  It was so embarrassing to be captured on video 
obviously swallowing gulp after gulp of Cal's powerful spurts of 
viscous jism, including my involuntary licking of his semen from my 
lips after he pulled his softening dick from my lips.

Even though dazed after what I'd been forced to do, I was amazed 
at the volume of cum Cal had injected into my mouth, even after the 
copious quantity of the frothy mess he'd deposited in my lovely wife's 
cunt.

	Again, I had been forced to experience another of my buddies 
fucking my wife as well as being assigned the job of impregnating her 
with our second child.  And again, I had to lap, and suck up the spermy 
froth from her drippy oozing crotch from the moment of the invasion 
through her pregnancy.  

I was extremely sad about this whole incident. However, the idea 
of me being seen by millions with a second cock in my mouth overruled 
any other thoughts I had about reporting it to the authorities. 
Especially since this second cock sucking scene was far more 
incriminating than the first.

	A year later, we had another baby in our growing family.  It was 
a baby girl.  My wife insisted on naming her Callie.

	During this second pregnancy, my humiliation was made even 
greater. I ate a lot of pussy juice and dick cream during this period 
of time.  You see. After Cal had impregnated Kay, I had to frequently 
eat Cal's heavy thick dick slime from my wife pretty pussy, as well as 
Bill's.  My wife insisted that it was okay for both men to have 
intercourse with her and paid no attention to my complaints.

Neither did Bill or Cal.

Additionally, my wife insisted - no the right word is demanded -
me to suck her fucked cunt out routinely.  Cowed by her changed 
personality, and my apparent, unspoken, lesser masculine status, in her 
eyes, I did as she desired.

Cal and Bill seemed to always be over at our house and constantly 
had their big dicks in Kay.

No matter how I tried, I couldn't seem to deter my wife or the 
guys, that is Cal and Bill, from their lusty activities.  Part of the 
problem was that it's hard to sound manly and commanding, when I've had 
my mouth on both of their dicks and even sucked one of them off to 
completion.  

It's also hard to portray myself as master of the house, that is, 
with my wife, and my buddies, all four of them, insisting and reminding 
me to suck out her slimy, semen filled pussy, after Bill and Cal fucked 
her.  Their concern, that the GO3 would discover I didn't do as I was 
told.  Cowed by everyone's repeated nagging and browbeating of me, I 
conceded and put my lips and tongue to work, rather than risk my 
professional career.

	Something I found it hard to believe was how cheerful and 
available my wife made herself available to Cal & Bill.  

With me, she wasn't always in the same cheerful, upbeat, sexy 
mood, unless I was going to be tonguing her twat, especially when it 
was wet and messy with Bill's or Cal's spent ejaculate.

	Even though she was warm and affectionate to me, it was clear 
that the role I played with my head and tongue between her legs gave 
her the greatest pleasure.

	It was rather humiliating when the guys, even though in a good 
hearted way, made an off hand remark about me sucking my wife's creamy 
cum soaked cunt.  Even worse was her also joining in on the snickering 
and smirking smiles with the guys.

	I was always red in the face on this subject.  But, it was common 
knowledge that this was the only way I could compete with the guys and 
their much larger tools.  Especially since they had essentially ruined 
my wife's pussy for me and my much smaller member.

	Once when we were alone, my wife, in a loving way explained why 
she joined in with the fellows making fun of me eating her creamy hair 
pie.

	"Kirk, honey, I did it not to hurt you, but to help desensitize 
you to being uptight about eating my cream pie.  I want to help you get 
over your macho concern about eating another man's spent jism from my 
pussy.  You should not feel ashamed of sucking semen from your wife's 
cunt, especially when the men who deposited it there are friends of 
yours.  Men who were forced into this bizarre ordeal, the same as you 
and I.  Here baby, come here, you look like you need a hug."  My wife 
added as she could tell from the expression on my face that I looked 
dumbfounded and dejected over her explanation.

	The hug did feel good, even if I didn't like what I was hearing.

	After a brief hug and a kiss, my wife resumed our conversation.

"Darling, you can't help it because they are bigger than you and 
I delight in their bigger rods after having been exposed to them.  You 
also can't blame yourself because the only way you can be comparable to 
them pleasing me is with your lovely tongue lapping action.  No, Kirk, 
you have nothing to feel humiliated about.  I want you to feel just as 
comfortable talking about sucking out my wet snatch as Cal and Bill 
discuss how well they got off in me."

	My wife went on to make me try and understand that whatever we 
did within our marriage was okay, since it was a part of our legal 
conjugal marital relations.

	I wasn't totally convinced by this and other conversations we had 
on this subject.  Neither did my confidence come about to openly feel 
comfortable to openly talk of my eating her creamy hair pie, especially 
in the presence of the men who deposited it there.

However, the guys, all four of them, continued to mention 
something from time to time about my gooey muff diving.  My wife, even 
though well meaning in her attempt to desensitize me on the subject, 
did continue to bruise my feeling as she failed to not criticize their 
jokes about me.  However, despite all this, I continued to suck out my 
wife's fucked and frothy slimy snatch because I had no other way to 
compete with these more well endowed "sperm depositors". 

	This bizarre ordeal had made a complete wimp out of me in my own 
home.  It was further difficult to control the coming and goings of 
Bill and Cal, since my wife browbeat into me getting them their own 
house keys.

	As if it wasn't bad enough to have two guys, I considered close 
buddies to be fucking my wife, it was rather by accident that I 
discovered that my other two "close" buddies, were also getting into my 
wife's panties too.

	I confronted my wife.

	"It sort of just happened dear."

	"H-How long has Daryl and Eric b-been i-intimate with..."

	"I've been fucking them since I was pregnant with Callie."

	Then it dawned on me that I was probably sucking up and eating 
the output of four dicks, versus two.  I was too embarrassed to ask her 
about that aspect.

	"K-Kay, I-I don't know w-what to say.  I-I never thought y-you'd 
be deceitful to me."

	"I know darling, I was wrong, but it was sort of unfair for only 
two of your buddies to be sharing me, and the other two not to do the 
same.  Yes, I was wrong not to tell you, but I thought I was doing the 
right thing for your friends. They would get so hard up from hearing 
Cal and Bill talk about how good my pussy was.  You should've felt how 
hard Daryl's and Eric's dicks were when they first showed them to me."

	I looked at her wild eyed.

"Kirk darling, please forgive me for deceiving you, even though 
it was for a good cause, that is of helping your friends with their 
hard-ons. However, honey, you should also look at this from another 
angle also."

"What angle is that?"  I replied.

"That you should be flattered that Daryl and Eric were aroused 
enough to want me, your wife, just from hearing Cal and Bill talking 
about how good my pussy was to them."

"K-Kay  I-I can't believe you're saying this.  Y-You're not the 
same woman I-I married."  I stumbled as I tried to respond to her 
unbelievably assertion.

	"I am, but just more sexually satisfied than ever before.  I 
feel, so...so, I guess the word is womanly, yes, like a real woman now. 
You know, with all the sexing you and your buddies are giving me."

I started to reply to Kay, but a passionate kiss and embrace from 
her silenced me.	My wife's hugs and open mouth kisses had the same 
effect, as my mother's hugs were when I was a toddler and had a hurt 
finger.  Her hug and kisses were comforting, but I was still 
emotionally hurt by all that had been revealed to me.

	It was obvious from my wife's affinity for them, that my buddies, 
and definitely their 4 dicks, were a part of my marriage, whether I 
wanted it or not.  I was saddened by her announcement of that at the 
dinner table one evening, when all four of my supposedly buddies, were 
there with us.  After putting the kids to bed, my wife returned and 
made her startling declaration.

	"Guys, I have an announcement to make. After discussing it, I 
have convinced Kirk that it makes no sense to hide it that I'm common 
pussy for all you men, and of course my sweetie pie husband."

"YEAAAAH!  Three cheers for Kirk!  For he's a mighty good 
fellow!"  The guys rang out, almost in unison. However, I wasn't in the 
mood to be cheerful.  Neither by my wife's surprise announcement, or 
her overt, even if it was not intentional, put-down of my masculinity. 
I didn't know how to take her not saying we were all men, rather than 
her emphasis on "men" and then letting her voice lower as she spoke 
"sweetie pie husband".

My wife was basically saying that she had four men and a husband.

"Now guys, since all of y'all are going to be poking my pussy 
regularly, you need to give me some kind of schedule. After all, I'm a 
busy mother and housekeeper."  My wife said with a gleeful look, but 
also exhibited a slightly smirking face.  The guys all chuckled.  It 
was then that I saw Daryl and Bill reached over and groped her tits 
openly, which sort of added to her declaration she was a common woman 
for us.

I was again saddened, since it was obvious my wife was directing 
her statement on "scheduling" to my four buddies, and not including me.  
It was almost like she was saying, she would schedule them, but work me 
in as an after thought.

Of course the reality of it was that I would get whatever 
leftover intimacy she had.  There was more truth in this as she'd let 
me know, point blank, that this new openness wouldn't affect her need 
for me to tongue and suck her slimy, drippy, jism laden snatch after 
she was fucked by the guys.

	With my 4 "close" friends fucking my wife's pussy so often, many 
times she was too tired and too sore, that is after putting out for 
them.  However, she still demanded I do my share of lovemaking to her 
with my thorough pussy licking and sucking.  But, she was too tired 
after that to let me put it in, and enjoy what pleasure I could from 
her well fucked and stretched slit.  

Occasionally she would give me a blow job, but more often she 
would wank me off.  It became more frequent that she would tell me; 
"Honey, I'm all sexed out, how about beating your meat off for me? 
Thanks." She'd then turn her back to me and fall instantly asleep.  She 
didn't seem to have the slightest concern for my relief, as I was left 
holding my aching hard prick as I was  posed to slip it in her well 
licked and sucked muff. 


A SPANKING - ANOTHER BLOW TO MY MANHOOD

	Another major turning point in our restructured marriage occurred 
at dinner one Friday night when all four of the guys were over. 

As my wife cleared the table, and at her request, I bathed, read 
them stories and tucked our two little ones to bed.

When I returned to the family/dining room, I noticed that the 
toddler lock had been engaged on the door.  It was apparent the group 
didn't want the young ones bursting into the room un-expectantly.  
I thought they maybe watching a XXX video.

It was worse.  It was more like the making of a XXX video.

When I returned to our family room, I walked in on beginnings of 
an orgy in process.  Not only was my wife the star attraction, she also 
seemed a very willing and eager participant.

She was topless and it seemed all four of the guys were groping 
her simultaneously.  Eric was suckling one delicious tit, while Daryl 
was kneading the other.  Kay and Cal were obviously having a passionate 
open mouth kiss, while Bill and Cal both had hands under her raised 
dress fondling her shapely bush.

Something inside of me snapped.  How could she be so blatant and 
brazen, and  right in front of me to boot?  It was bad enough she 
seemed to always be more accommodating to my four big dick buddies than 
me.

"Kay!  This is an outrage!  I demand you stop acting like a tramp 
and show me some respect!  After all, I am your husband!"  I said 
angrily.

"Kirk!  Whatever is wrong with you!  Don't talk so loud, you 
might wake the kids.  And what do you mean calling me a tramp?" My wife 
spoke firmly and with an annoyed tone.

I had gotten her attention.  This was goodness, or so I thought.

"Kay, it's bad enough you deceived me about putting out for all 
the guys, but to do this right in front of..."

"SLAP!"

Kay walked up and without warning slapped me so hard I tumbled 
backward a step or two.  My face was burning.

"K-Kay!  W-What d-did you do that for?  A-Are you losing..."  I 
started to speak but was again cut off mid sentence - this time with 
words not with a blow from her hand.

"Daryl!  Eric!  Grab him!  And be sure and hold his mouth shut 
while I find some tape."

I was Stunned by how quickly Daryl and Eric restrained me.  I 
wasn't sure which one had his hand over my mouth.  By the time I did, 
my wife returned from the kitchen with a strip of wide wrapping tape. 
Before I realized it, my mouth was taped shut.  She told Daryl and Eric 
to continue holding me.

"That's better.  With that on dear, you have less of a chance of 
waking the children.  Better yet, we're going to the basement.  I want 
you to explain calling me a tramp, especially after all me and the guys 
have done to protect you."  My wife said in a huffy voice.  It was 
obvious she was very upset.

 Daryl and Eric guided me toward the basement door basically 
lifting me up when I was slow to propel myself in that direction.  
Being that I was of much smaller stature than them, they easily picked 
me up for the trip downstairs.  Before I cleared the door, I heard my 
wife call out to Bill and Cal.

"You two stay up here and watch out for your kids waking up, 
while I tend to my smart mouth husband."

Her emphasis on "your" was a bit of insult to injury while all 
this other was going on.  It was an obvious reminder of my cuckold 
status.

I was carried down the steps with my wife behind me.  I heard the  
door closing in back of her.  I was beginning to get even more worried 
now.  What was to happen to me?
 
"Hold him right there." She said to the guys on either side of 
me, who had a firm grasp of my arms.

"Now honey, what is this all about you call calling me a tramp?  
Here I've delivered two babies to protect you from professional ruin.  
OOOOHHHHH! It makes me so mad to think you called me that."  Kay said 
in an emotional, almost screaming tone.

"You have to apologize to me and it must be done in a way that I 
know you really mean it.  Additionally it must be done in a manner that 
will remind you not to make such an outburst again or even think such a 
thing.  I partially understand that you're under some stress because of 
the circumstances you've been thrust into.  However, those same 
circumstances have also thrust your friends' big dicks into me.  You 
must understand and accept that. I've become pleasurably accustomed to 
them now.  That's a fact of life you must live with.  You must get use 
to that, without getting flustered or upset about it, just like you've 
done in regard to licking my pussy after I get fucked."

Even though speechless in my bound condition, I would've been 
speechless nevertheless.  As I let her words soak in, now I was sure my 
wife was possessed.  However, I was now worried what type of apology 
she may be cooking up for me.

My wife silently held her chin as she pondered and walked a short 
distance away.  It was obvious she was deep in thought.

I tried to speak through the tape over my mouth, but I only made 
muffled and muted noise.  She ignored me anyway as she continued to 
ponder.

"I've got it!  I'll just have to address you on the same juvenile 
level that you're acting at."  Her proclamation made no sense to me as 
she spoke and went over to another part of our basement rec room.

"Ah!  This should do just fine."  Kay said with a smile as she 
returned.  She was carrying a ping pong paddle and swinging it back and 
forth. 

It took me a bit to associate everything.  Finally, it dawned on 
me what was on her mind as stood before me waving the paddle and 
smacking her hand with it.

"Yes Kirk, I believe a spanking is the answer to your 
unwarranted, shameful, and hurtful outburst.  I've read somewhere a 
little pain helps the mind to gain humility. Let this spanking be a 
reminder to control your emotions, and for us to have civil and orderly 
discussions about any issues in our marriage.  Understand?"

I didn't acknowledge her statement by nodding, but simply looking 
at her wild eyed and unbelieving what I'd heard spoken.  The impending 
action of what was about to happen still hadn't registered with me 
fully.

"Okay guys, position him such that his butt is where I can get at 
it.  Here, let me get his pants and shorts down.  He doesn't need any  
layers of clothing to get in the way.  He needs to feel the full 
treatment."

Before I knew it, I was bent over the arm of an old, big easy 
chair.  The reality of my situation finally hit home when I felt the 
cool air on my raised ass cheek, as well as the strong arms and hands 
of Daryl and Eric holding me down securely.  

Copyright c February 2002 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved


Per my wife's instructions, they each used one of their feet to 
brace my legs in my bent over position.  In the position they had me 
in, all I could do was wiggle and struggle, and make muted mumbles, 
which were to no avail.  My wife was driving this train and it was 
leaving the station. 

The next time reality hit home for me was when Kay swatted me 
with her first blow. 

	"WHAP!"

	"UUMMMPPP"  Was the only sound I could make as she talked and 
swung the paddle with a force I never associated with her.

	"Darling... WHAP! ... just as ... WHAP! ... your ... WHAP! ... 
mother probably... WHAP! ... told you... WHAP! ... when she ... WHAP! 
... had to ... WHAP! ...  punish you...  WHAP!...  like this... WHAP! 
... when you... WHAP! ... were young... WHAP! ... This hurts...  WHAP! 
... me more ... WHAP! ... than you ... WHAP!.  But what ... WHAP!...  
needs to...  WHAP! ... be done ... WHAP! ... Must be ... WHAP! ... 
Done!"

	"WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!"

	My butt was stinging and burning as my wife continued her 
staccato like onslaught to my battered bottom. All I could do was 
struggle in vain as the searing hurt from the repeated paddle smacks 
intensified.  I was so relieved when she finally stopped.  She was 
gasping for breath after the strenuous exertion of her paddle swinging.

	"Now... GASP! ... do you... GASP!... better understand ... GASP! 
... how to treat ... GASP! a-and respect ... GASP! ... your wife... 
GASP! ... after all I've ... GASP! ... Been through for... GASP! ... 
for you and ... GASP! ... the family?"  My wife spoke exhausted as she 
yanked the tape from across from my mouth.

	"Y-Yes ... SOB! ... Kay.  I... SOB! ... I do!"  I replied crying 
and weeping profusely.

	Needless to say, I was very meek and mild after the vicious 
spanking my wife imposed on me, with the aid of those who were suppose 
to be my "good buddies".  Now they were more like "my tormentors".

	Later after I'd regained some semblance of composure, I was 
ordered back upstairs and directed to clean up the dinner dishes and 
the kitchen.

	"This little chore will take your mind off your red and bruised 
bottom.  Mop the floor too honey when you're through with the dishes.  
While you're doing that, I'm going to spend some quality time with the 
fellows.  Don't worry, I'll call you when my pussy too sloppy for them 
to enjoy."  Kay said as she left to join the guys.  I knew they were 
probably going to start up exactly where they left off, when I started 
complaining about her lewd behavior with them.

	In retrospect, I now wished I'd just minded my own business and 
let them be.  At least I would've had more of my self respect and 
esteem in tact.  Now, I suspected that it would be hard for me to 
exercise any control over my wife, and my tormenting buddies, after 
this incident.  I suspected that once they'd run over me - which they 
had - things would never be the same again.

	For once I was right.

	When I didn't think things could get any worse, over the next 
four years, the GO3 returned twice more.  Their visits and the enforced 
inseminations of my wife by Daryl and Eric resulted in us having our 
family increased even more.  With Daryl, there were fraternal twins, 
which Kay insisted on naming Darren and Darla.  With Eric, a daughter 
named Erica.

	Additionally, the forced sex at the time of each invasion, seemed 
to get progressively more nasty and sloppier upon each occurrence.

These third and fourth times, I was forced to have my head under 
the coupled genitals of my wife and Daryl, as well as when she and Eric 
fucked.

Each time, the fuck juices from the action of their joined sexes 
splattered down upon my upturned face.  Besides having to endure that, 
I also had to suffer the heat and fuggy hot lusty smell of their sexual 
coupling, as well as have my face beat mercilessly by both men's large 
low hanging, bouncing balls.

The only positive thing about the position was that it made it 
easier to suck down the thick warm fuck slop that oozed out of my 
wife's fuck slit, after each guy pulled out their long tools.  After 
each sex session was over, my face was drenched with cream colored sex 
drip and ooze.

	After the birth of Erica, I was informed that the GO3's reign of 
terror over me, was over. However, the mysterious group indicated that 
if they ever hear of me giving another pro-choice speech, I should 
count on more children to my family, possibly by my friends or other 
men, and of course, the exposure of us all on the Internet.  They also 
warned me that I was never to divorce or leave my wife or impregnate 
her myself.  "She is only to have children from other men, not you.  If 
we find out you didn't heed our warning, we'll be back.  Remember, we 
know all about you and you can't escape us, no matter where you move."  
The intimidating note from the GO3 read.

	I felt extremely dejected and put down by such a dire warning.  
However, I guess it didn't really matter, as we couldn't afford any 
more kids anyway.

	For sure, I don't talk about anything related to abortions 
anymore.

	Another thing is that I'll always wonder and remain puzzled at 
how the Gang of 3 intruders managed to target each of my old high 
school buddies, one after the other, without repetition, for the forced 
insemination of my wife Kay.  However, now it's a moot point.  No 
matter that I didn't actually father our five kids, they all call me 
"Daddy" now and are legally mine, despite that they all closely 
resemble their biological fathers. 

 	I guess in a way I'm still lucky Kay didn't leave me for 
one or all of my buddies.  Even though I wasn't happy about the whole 
turn of events, I've resigned myself to my situation, including still 
being her "licker up man" (one of her nick names for me now).  

I still don't talk openly of my creamy pussy eating, even if my 
wife encourages me. She routinely comments on what an exceptional job I 
do sucking her out, and off.  She does so openly in front of the guys - 
to my utter and continuous embarrassment.  

I also say nothing when the four guys make quips and off hand 
comments about me consuming most of the fuck juices they shoot off in 
my wife.


ANOTHER SUBJECT I RELUCTANTLY DISCUSS:

There was another sad development in my sad saga, which I was 
reluctant to mention.  However, since I've revealed so much, I might as 
well tell you readers about it.

At the respective forced sex sessions between Daryl and Eric and 
my wife Kay, the GO3 forced me to lick clean Daryl's and Eric's slime 
coated dicks after they'd been forced to fuck my wife on separate 
occasions.

It was during each of these events, where each also became very 
aroused and erect.  As a result of that happening, the GO3 forced me to 
orally caress them to completion, which of course resulted in me 
swallowing gobs of their hot semen in addition to what I had to vacuum 
out of my wife's well fucked gaping drippy snatch.

This further added to my total and abject humiliation.  When I'm 
in the presence of the guys, as well as my wife, I cringe at the 
slightest mention of my "cleaning" role in any of the above mentioned 
incidents.

If that wasn't bad enough, as has been discerned by now, Kay 
became much more dominant in our marriage.  If I raised the slightest 
bit of a fuss or challenged her suggestions - which in reality were 
more like tasks or assigned chores - I could find myself under the 
threat of being punished, usually with a spanking.

Knowing she had four helpers who'd already helped in her initial 
corporal punishment of me, I usually capitulated to her desires, no 
matter how small.  Paddle pain was not my thing. As I write this 
account, to date, Kay has imposed corporal punishment on me three 
times.  She's broken one paddle on me and another cracked after her 
last paddling of me. She's let it be known she plans to buy more.

I was horrified at her threat to transition from paddles to 
something sturdier for me, since, in her words, I occasionally insist 
on "being uncooperative and causing emotional turmoil in our marriage.

My four buddies have taken advantage of my wife's domination over 
me and used it for their convenience.

It started when my wife was away from home a few days with her 
Mom, who'd had some minor surgery.  The guys and I watched the kids by 
us each taking a day off from work.

Kay phoned to let us know she wouldn't be coming home when she'd 
originally planned, but would return three days later.

It didn't bother me that much, but I was unprepared for how it 
would bother the guys.  Little did I know how they'd become so 
dependent on my wife for their pleasure and sexual maintenance.

The Friday night Kay was to return, Bill and Eric were over.  The 
kids were all bedded down and we three were watching TV and guzzling 
some cold ones.

"Kirk, I really miss your wife.  I was counting on boning her 
good tonight.  It would really feel good to have my dick in her juicy 
pussy right along now."

"I know how you feel Bill.  Damn! My dicks hard too, just from 
thinking about her sweet lips, juicy cunt, and fine ass."  Eric replied 
to Bill's out of the blue comment.

"Huh... er, well, she'll be back Monday."  I replied to Bill, 
after he broke my concentration on the show we were watching. I was 
upset at both of the guys talking about my wife as if she just a piece 
of meat and a pleasure object for their desire.  Unfortunately, that's 
the way things were now in my house and I had little influence to 
change things.

I was hoping the guys would leave, but they stayed and lamented 
even more crudely, I might add, about missing my wife and her luscious 
pussy.  A pussy they all knew that was more available to them to fuck 
than me.

I was even more upset at Bill and Eric grasping their obvious 
erections, which were now clearly, and lewdly, outlined, and straining 
against the fabric of their trousers.

"Kirk, Kay has been away almost a week now.  Why, you haven't 
eaten right for the last 6 days."

"Yes, I miss her cooking, but it hasn't been to bad.  I've done  
pretty good with the frozen foods fixing meals and snacks for me and 
the kids."  I replied to Bill, thankful that the conversation had 
changed focus.

"What I was talking about was the hot cream filled hair pies we 
made for you and she feeds you in the bedroom.  Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

I turned red faced at Bill's comment and subsequent laughter.  
Eric joined in too with a smirking smile.

"D-Don't you guys have somewhere to go?"  I replied curtly.  Even 
though upset and pissed, I tried to remain calm at their put down of 
me.

"No need to get testy Kirk.  Maybe you need something to calm 
your nerves, and I believe I've got just the solution you need right 
here."  Bill said, as he stood up grasping the large outline of his 
very aroused penis.

"You're on a regular diet of our dick cream from her cunt.  We 
all know that.  Kay likes feeding it to you.  She tells us that all the 
time as she tries to get all she can from our dicks.  She really can 
milk my dick with her squeezing pussy."

"I second that."  Eric said as he grasped the outline of his 
erection. 

  "And for you to have continued eating it so long, you must like 
the stuff.  Right?"  Bill asked as he looked over at me.

"T-That's not true!  A-And y'all know so.  It-It's just t-that... 
Well... Why am I trying to explain anything to y'all.  It's none of 
your business what Kay and I do in our bedroom.  I-I don't have to 
explain anything."  I replied in a flustered tone and state.  I was 
angry about their assertion.  I didn't like the idea of being a cum 
eater, but I had gotten accustomed to the taste, since I'd basically 
been forced to endure it.
 
"True, you don't, but you have been missing a key part of your 
food group since Kay is not here to feed you our jism mixed with her 
pussy juice."  Said Bill.

"He's right Kirk."  Eric interjected.

"And I'm sure Kay would want us to be sure you were eating right 
if we could help out, and I think we can."  Bill spoke with a wicked 
smile on his face, as he still grasped his erect penis.

It dawned on me where he was headed with this discussion, but 
before I could say anything, he was standing directly in front of me 
and starting to unbuckle his belt.

Mortified at the brazen boldness of his action, I just sat there 
spellbound of what was occurring before me.

"Yes, Kirk, as a cream pie eating husband, you should not have 
any problem sucking the cum cream out of our dicks. Besides, we all 
know you've sucked dick before - remember?  And for sure, you're use to 
the taste of dick meat and jism cream.  In this way you get your key 
dietary ingredient, and we get off too."

"And go home with satisfied dicks."  Eric again added onto Bill's 
words.

Copyright c February 2002 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved


Bill's logic was flawless, even though humiliating, disgraceful 
and perverted to me.

"G-Guys y-you know I-I was f-forced to do-do those things.  I-I 
can't..."  Bill not only cut me off, but pushed me back down as I 
attempted to move from my seat directly in front of his now exposed and 
jutting swollen member.  From my seated perspective, the sight of his 
immense and rigid meaty tool was impressive, yet frightening.

"Eric show him our welcome home presents for his wife if he 
doesn't cooperate and eat right." Bill said directing his comments to 
Eric.

From behind the sofa, Eric pulled out a long black case.  It 
looked like a case for rifles.

When Eric opened it, I was surprised at the contents, which were 
neatly placed in cut outs, which had been made in the foam inserts 
which lined the top and bottom of the case.  Never had I seen us an 
array of whipping instruments in one place.

"We got this from a Dom who was selling off her stuff.  I bet Kay 
would have fun trying some of this stuff out on you.  Don't you think 
Kirk?"

"Especially this weighted leather paddle."  Eric said as he 
removed a large stiff leather paddle from the case and described how 
the perforated stiff leather face was surrounded by ball bearing weight 
that had been stitched in the surrounding edge of the paddle face. The 
purpose was obviously to increase the impact to the victim's rear with 
a minimum of effort on the whipper's part.  Eric revealed they were 
going to give this to my wife anyway, to replace the cracked ping pong 
paddle.

However, Bill and Eric made it clear that if I didn't cooperate 
and suck them off, that they not only would give Kay the entire 
collection, but may take me to the basement and use one or two of the 
items on me.

"Besides, I'm willing to bet if we tell Kay, you wouldn't help us 
out, she might take a paddle to you anyway."  Bill said with a chuckle.  
He might've been joking, but with the way my wife had been acting 
lately, I was afraid that indeed there was more truth to what he was 
saying than I wanted to admit.

I knew my options were limited. Despite my begging and pleading, 
both men were too full of lust, and the need to appease that lust, to 
be reasoned with, or honor my pleas.  My eyes were watery and my voice 
cracked.  I was literally defenseless.  I was a broken man in a corner, 
and without any real options.  However, I continued to try and reason 
with Bill, since he appeared to be the lead perpetrator in this.

"Close that door and go check on the kids to make sure they don't 
come in here."  Bill said to Eric, as I was still pleading for mercy 
for them not to impose themselves on me, or to whip me.

When Bill turned around, he swiftly grabbed my head and thrust 
his bloated shiny dick head right between my lips as I was talking.  
Before I knew it, my mouth was stuffed full of hard dick.

"You better not bite either!  If you do, a paddling won't be all 
you get!"  Bill said as he moaned slightly all the while making a fist 
with his other free hand.

His dick was so hard that I doubt he'd felt it if I did try to 
bite.

"Now suck it! Just like you did when the gang had a gun to your 
head!"  Bill added.  I saw Eric looking in my direction as he was 
preparing to walk away to check on the kids.  He had that all too 
familiar smirk on his face as he saw me capitulate to being the 
cocksucker that he and Bill desired me to be.

I was a beaten man and we all knew it.  I followed Bill's 
instructions as he had me hold his big balls, suckle his dick head, and 
slide my mouth back and forth along his huge, rigid, and long dick 
shaft.  

Finally after about 10 minutes, bill erupted a very warm gusher 
of gooey and very slimy semen down my throat as I desperately strove to 
swallow it all without choking.  I was successful, and amazed at the 
copious quantity of the volume of jism he shot off in my mouth.

With my tongue and gums still coated with Bill's jism slime, Eric 
pushed his large dick in my mouth as soon as Bill pulled his out.

Eric inundating my mouth and throat with his viscous load of warm 
slimy dick cum.

I was amazed at the attitude of both men as they sat down and 
finished watching TV after emptying the cause of their hard dicks down 
my throat.  It was as if they hadn't done anything out of the ordinary.

"The least you two could do is apologize for what y'all did to 
me." I spoke out loudly, as I returned to the room after composing 
myself.  Both men looked at me as if I crazy and returned their gaze 
back toward the screen.  They said nothing as I stood there.  I was 
fuming.

Little did I realize that their actions would end up being more 
ordinary than I've ever dreamed.  For you see the next night, Saturday, 
Cal and Daryl, forced themselves on me also.  Bill and Eric had told 
them about their experience with me and I essentially was browbeaten,  
into sucking their very hard dicks off also.

Upon my wife's return, the guys, to my relief and as they 
promised, said nothing to her about their use of my mouth as a 
surrogate for her pussy.  However, after she opened the welcome home 
gift - the heavy thick leather paddle - they presented to her, the look 
on her face, as she looked at me, sent a shiver through me.  It was 
clear she couldn't wait to use her gift on yours truly.

I knew I'd better be careful in my dealings with my wife, so as 
not to upset her, as I'm certain the slightest excuse would trigger her 
to use it on me.

It took about 4 weeks, but Kay did find an excuse to use her new 
paddle on me.  And I must tell you, it really inflicts pain.  Even with 
the guys holding me down, I was squirming and shaking after each heavy 
blow.

I was so angry with the guys for getting it for her.  But alas, 
there was nothing I could do about, for the paddle and its use on me 
became another fixture and routine in our marital relationship.

Speaking of routines, I found it easier to stop resisting the 
guys when they demanded more blowjobs of me.  What brought this about 
was that the last time I refused them, they gave my wife a riding crop 
from their hidden collection. 

It didn't take her long to find a reason to use it on me. It 
hurts much more than the leather paddle.

From then on, I gave in and cooperate with the guys whenever they 
get the urge to coat my tonsils with their hot semen.  It's a perverted 
and disgraceful way to keep the peace with them, but what can I do?

Needless to say, I've also had to permanently accept my "close" 
buddies continued borrowing of my wife for sex. Besides, with her 
refusing to refuse them, and her saying she's become accustomed to, and 
need their big tools, it's a hopeless cause for me to try and stop her 
anyway.

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