THE BLESSED PERVERSION

The large, sprawling house, on the edge of town, stood amid large well cultivated grounds. Surrounded by thick woods the garden was shielded on all sides by ten foot tall, thick hawthorn hedges, backed by rows of mature trees successfully shielding the occupants of the house from prying eyes. Even from the gates the house could not be seen from the road.
Deep within the bowels of the old house the owner moved around lighting more candles. The sounds of his footsteps on the stone floor quickly dissipated in the almost stygian gloom. Before leaving the crypt, to wait for his guests, he looked around one more time and was quietly satisfied with the results of his preparations.
The local church bell had just finished tolling compline when the tall, wrought iron, electric gates opened as the B.M.W. slowed down in front of them then silently closed as the car slowly glided up the long driveway toward the house.
It was a moonlit night, with stormy clouds which now and then covered the moon causing high contrast between light and darkness. The male driver could clearly see the silhouette of the brooding, Victorian mansion and being an imaginative man it reminded him of some of the horror movies, which had been his regular fare during his late teens.
He noted that there were already a number of cars parked in front of the house, as he slotted the B.M.W. between a Mercedes and a Citroen. He was surprised to see that many cars. He was anxious and had begun to perspire. He was still unsure of the reason he’d accepted the invitation. Using the map light he studied, for the hundredth time, the list of instructions he'd received in the post. Although he knew every word by heart he scanned the instructions to make doubly sure he'd committed them to memory, before leaving the car.
The air smelled fresh. Bright shafts of moonlight created shadows in the folds of the earth making them darker, somehow more menacing.  He almost expected to see Christopher Lee hovering, above the tall studded wooden door, his black cape metamorphosing into giant bat wings. The silence of the night was suddenly broken by the piercing sound of a nocturnal bird, adding to the surreal illusion.
Again he asked himself what he was doing there but he knew!
He knew that the lure of the invitation was irresistible to a man with his obsession and he savoured the sensation of excitement, which was blended with some apprehension. There was something vaguely sexual about the sensation and it made him wonder what his wife would say if she ever learnt where he'd been. It was better not to think along those lines for it would only add to his anxiety.
As he approached the large, carved wooden doors they silently opened, without sound. He saw a surveillance camera tracking his approach explaining why the doors were opening so eerily. Almost on tiptoes he entered the house. There was no one to greet him. He was immediately struck by the vastness of the hallway and the massive wooden staircase which curved upwards to a balconied first floor. Because the hallway was dimly lit, with its black and white square tiles and very high ceiling, it was hard to gauge the perimeter of the room. The house was quiet, almost as if it was brooding and waiting for him. It smelt strongly of wood polish and antiquity. 
He heard something creak and jumped. Remembering the instructions he nervously looked to his left and saw the door and pinned to it was a handwritten sign designating it as the changing room. He was breathing hard as he entered the small room and saw overcoats and various other male apparels hanging on a clothes rail. A solitary grey garment hung on another rail. He realised that he must be the last one to arrive so he quickly shed his overcoat and slipped the grey robe over his pinstripe suit. He looked at his reflection in the mirror on the back of the door and saw that he’d been transformed into  a monk. The long grey robe completely covered him, from neck to toe. He bound the white rope round his waist then picked up the black mask and slipped over his head. It covered his forehead, nose and cheeks leaving only his mouth and chin visible. He pulled the hood forward and in the mirror saw that the shadow it cast made him even more anonymous.
He took a deep breath, to try to calm his nerves, before leaving the room. As he headed toward the staircase the feeling of uncertainty persisted. He looked around and again marvelled at the beauty, and age, of the old mansion and realised that his host must be well off. He found the silence oppressive and kept peering into the shadows sensing that his progress was being watched.
He saw the small wooden door, beneath the staircase and following the written instructions opened it. Tentatively he descended the flight of stone steps to a small vaulted chamber which was well lit and rather cold. He threaded his way through the racks holding hundreds of dusty wine bottles. Curious he stopped and read some of the labels and couldn't help but being impressed at the wealth and knowledge of the person who'd stocked the cellar.
He came to the end of the room and stood, for a brief moment, in front of another massive wooden door before opening it. He descended more stone steps which led to a very high vaulted cellar which, judging from the age of the stones and the way it was constructed was much older than the rest of the house. It must have belonged to an earlier edifice, on the same site, maybe something ecclesiastical. Again the sensation of being caught up in a horror movie swept through him. The brooding quiet of the cellar was overburdened, to some extent, by an atmosphere of emotional turbulence. Small oil lamps, with red funnels, burned casting a dim, mysterious light which added to the almost mystical atmosphere. As his eyes grew accustomed to the semi-darkness his attention was drawn to a circle of wooden chairs, in the centre of the vast room. He counted nineteen chairs, eighteen held seated figures which he could only see in silhouette. He could just make out that they were dressed as he was. One chair was empty and he was certain  that it was waiting for him. A shiver of apprehension swept through him and he hesitated. In the centre of the circle of chairs a strong light-beam from above formed a perfect circle on the stone floor.
He recalled his moment of confusion when he'd received the invitation to attend this meeting. At first he’d thought that it was a bad joke then, fearing blackmail he had become extremely worried when he'd realised that someone knew about his secret life. It had taken him two days to pluck up enough courage to phone the number in the note. After a brief conversation, with the sender, he'd dismissed the scenario that he was going to be blackmailed. However he’d still  been anxious about the breach of his privacy so had decided to attend the meeting and find out exactly who was behind the invitation. 
He muttered apologies as he sat down. Furtively he looked around and quickly realised that the garment, each wore, was a very effective way to disguise the wearer's identity. There was a trilling vibration in the air. The silence was broken by the barely persive sound of classical music. He strained his ears and thought he recognised Vivaldi's "Il Pastor Fida".
Once he’d sat down for quite some time there was no other sound, no movement from the occupants, as if each seated figure was contemplating his reason for attending this strange meeting.
Suddenly a figure rose and stepped into the centre of the circle. The dark grey cloth absorbed the light while the dark shadow, cast by the cowl, concealed even the chin and mouth which had been left uncovered by the black mask. It wasn’t until the sound of a male voice broke the silence that the sex of the figure was revealed.
“Good evening brothers! Now that we're all here I wish to welcome you to the inaugural meeting of the Circle of the Blessed Perversion.”
The speaker paused to give weight to his welcome. 
“We are all here because we share the same passion; some would call it an obsession. I believe this makes us brothers!” The voice was deep and mellifluous, with a very slight foreign accent and it was clear that he was an educated man. He paused for effect then proceeded with his opening address. 
“Our uniqueness, which has brought us together tonight, is that we love to watch our partners making love with other people!”
Again he paused. The low sound of muttered assent, emanating from the other hooded figures, echoed in the high vaulted room. The size, age and architecture of the vaulted cellar gave the proceedings an almost religious feel.
“Let us no kid ourselves that society would welcome us with open arms if our secret became public. Some if not most would call us perverts; others would say that we are sick and debasers of womanhood. Bigots and hypocrites would even claim that we are criminals and should be punished by law...but we know that we are none of those things! 
That this attitude stems from ignorance and misunderstanding is obvious but it can still hurt to be perceived that way and cause emotional damage to the more sensitive of us beside ruining our public life.
Most people as soon as they marry or cohabit set about the underhand task of restricting their partner's attempts to enhance their own life values. They carefully plot to restrict their partner's thoughts of self-improvement, self-expression and growth because the last thing they want is for her to grow, to explore new horizons, or to seek fulfilment outside of the partnership viewing this as threatening to their own view of themselves.
Sex is the most superbly life-enhancing, incredibly pleasurable pastime in which two human beings can indulge so therefore it follows that it is morally contemptible to restrict such an incredible experience to just one partner for life. It therefore is not surprising that this is the first part of any relationship that is restricted by fear. From the very first day of a new partnership one, if not both, of the partners will immediately draw sexual barriers round the one they're supposed to love without conditions and further more, that partner is expected to be completely fulfilled by having sex with his or her partner for the rest of their life!
One of the basic tenets of this association we're founding tonight is that if you truly love somebody then you want what is best for that person; even if that means that you eventually lose them. Experience tells us that restricting a person's growth leads to that person becoming unhappy and dissatisfied and you will lose them in the long run anyway!
To see our loved one in the throes of ecstasy in the arms of another is truly a blessed event thus the name I've chosen for our association, The Circle of the Blessed Perversion! The word perversion is used in a sarcastic sense and underlines our openness to different ideas. Love is sharing and not imposing restrictions and stresses and loving someone doesn't mean owning them body and soul. 
Since I've discovered that my sexy wife can experience huge pleasure when she makes love with another my love for her has grown beyond bounds and I know that she loves me more and more each day because I recognise that she is an individual, with her own needs and dreams and am willing to share in her sexual odyssey even if only in a passive capacity. We have forged a unique bond which can never be broken by jealousy or selfishness.
Each one of you has either answered my advert proposing to form a support group for people like us or has been recommended by word of mouth. Tonight you have the chance of being founder members of the association. I know that some of you are puzzled how I have learned about their secret and I will explain it to each of you individually if you need to know but I want to assure each and everyone of you that confidentiality is the key word of this group. Each of us has too much to lose to be indiscreet. Your name and addresses are encoded and only known to me and will never be passed on to anyone else.
The medieval get-up for this inaugural meeting I feel suits the place we are in. These cellars were part of an abbey which was notorious for its licentiousness. The cassocks keep us anonymous hence making it easier for us to speak out without the fear of compromising our identity while imbuing a certain solemnity to the occasion. Once you've shared your secrets you will experience the wonderful sensation of bonding and maybe decide to do without the anonymity but I hope not for I feel it adds a certain frisson to the proceeding and makes it easier to bare our souls.
Though the only person who knows all your identities is myself and since we are meeting in my house it wouldn't take a Sherlock Holmes to discover my identity and this is your guarantee that I will respect your anonymity. From the many letters and emails I've received, since we convened this meeting, I believe that our circle will grow very much larger as our aims become known among like-minded people.
Enough of this pontificating! 
I suggest that we start the bonding process by each relating how he discovered the joy and elation of wife-watching and to break the ice, brothers, I will get the ball rolling by telling you about my initiation into the Blessed Perversion!'
There was a concerted sound of assent, from the seated figures. 
Colin was pleased with the turnout. Only one person had declined. Boosted by the success of his idea he continued speaking.
“My  name is Colin and I'm thirty seven years of age. I am a financial entrepreneur and have become wealthy and can afford to indulge most of my whims. I'm married to Annie who although she doesn't need to works for a large advertising agency. My wife is proud of her femininity. She is very intelligent and artistically creative so needs a challenging outlet for her energies and eagerly competes in a man's world. Not being a shrinking violet she will eagerly go head-to-head with any man who thinks he's better than her. This attitude makes her a feminist icon amongst her women friends and colleagues so the event I am about to describe to you not only came as a shocking surprise but turned my world upside down. I relate this story from memory so maybe some of the words are not exactly as spoken but in essence they convey what I witnessed and heard and later learned second hand.
My introduction into the Blessed Perversion happened at a party her company threw, one sultry summer evening, for its staff and clients. Almost under duress I accompanied my wife though I really hate parties, especially company ones. Also I disliked her boss though I didn't know him well. Maybe it was just jealousy or plain male rivalry but I always had a urge to punch him any time I‘ve had to spent time with him. Let me explain why I felt that way. From the moment she'd started working for him my wife would come home from work and blithely insist on sharing so-called amusing anecdotes of what he'd said and had done that day. I knew that she admired him because he was a go-getter and had created a multi-million pound company from scratch though he'd left school without any qualifications but the way she talked about him made me feel that somehow she was always comparing me with him and I came out second best. I'm sure it wasn't her intention and if she'd known how I felt she would have been more circumspect. As the intention of this society is honesty I've got to admit that actually he's a nice guy, clever and charming and if we'd met under different circumstances I would have probably liked and admired him. 
Gerald is in his late forties, very good looking and very rich, a widower who's considered very eligible by the ladies. He's highly educated, very witty and charming but still has that kind of roughness from having been brought up on a council estate which seems to attract women. He leads the good life and probably deserves it but I really wished my wife didn't work for him. 
Sorry, I'm getting carried away but once you know the background it will help you understand what happened. Let's get back to that fateful evening. 
Annie was fed up with my carping and complaining about having to go to the party and had left me almost immediately we'd arrived. A few minutes later I saw her talking animatedly to colleagues, before I lost sight of her in the crowd. I didn't see her again for an hour or so and when I did I was greatly surprised to see that she was quite drunk. This is very unusual for her as she always keeps a tight grip on herself and never has more than one or two glasses of wine as she becomes easily intoxicated and then loses control of her emotions. Being in the company of her colleagues I would have thought that she would have been doubly careful so imagine my consternation when I saw that she was inebriated. She was dancing with her boss and her body was plastered against his with her arms looped around his neck. I would describe what she was doing as clutching him like a drowning sailor. Though the lights were dimmed I could still see well enough to see that Gerald was kissing my wife's neck and his hands were cupping her bottom and his fingers were kneading the firm flesh as if it was dough. My wife was doing nothing to stop him...no that's not true...she was responding by rubbing herself against him like a randy she-cat. 
It's hard to describe the emotions which swept through me like a flood as I watched them. First there was disbelief then seeing another man especially one I disliked sexually caressing my wife ignited anger and caused fierce jealousy to sweep through me like corroding acid. Strangely, at the same time, I felt intense, sexual arousal coursing through me neutralising the intensity of my negative emotions. Even as my stomach seemed to lurch with the bile of jealousy I found myself wondering how far Annie would allow him to manhandle her. I chided myself for thinking this because it felt disloyal and tawdry. Guiltily I looked around but nobody besides me seemed to take notice of what Gerald and Annie were doing. Most people were dancing...well more like smooching to the beat and were too wrapped up in their own scene to care what anybody else was doing. While the green demons of jealousy were tearing at my guts my sexual arousal wanted them to lose their inhibitions and do something in public that was so lewd that it would shock me. 
If you've never been in that situation it's hard to comprehend but believe me it's both sensational and agonising. What am I saying...of course you do know what it feels like otherwise you wouldn't be here. Forgive me, brothers, for being so insensitive. 
To try to regain some control over my emotions I went to the bar and poured myself a stiff scotch and drank it down in one gulp before refilling my glass but instead of calming me the alcohol seemed to fuel my jealousy, anger and the fierce arousal which was counteracting the first two. When I returned to the room, where the dancing was taking place, I found that Gerald and Annie were nowhere to be seen. Fruitlessly I searched the ground floor then the garden before going upstairs. 
I drew a blank on the first floor and had almost reached the top of the stairs, leading to the second floor, when I saw Gerald and Annie standing at the far end of the corridor. I was shocked and angered to see that he was holding her boobs in his two hands and was squeezing them hard as they French kissed. My wife was obviously enjoying being manhandled because she did nothing to stop him. I was deeply distressed when I saw that her hands were clutching his buttocks pulling his hips forward so that his pelvis was glued against hers. I knew that there was no way that he or any man wouldn't be sporting an erection and therefore his stiffness must be pressing into her lower tummy and, judging by the way her body wriggled, it was clear that she was enjoying having it pressed against her and was making sure it stayed there.
I don't want to go on about my warring emotions as most of you here will know what it feels like to see the woman they love eagerly returning another man's kiss while letting him explore her body intimately, even though it might have been one of your enduring fantasy. I felt dizzy and had problems catching my breath. My stomach churned and my eyes watered and, for a brief moment, I felt faint and had to clutch the handrail to steady myself. I also realised, at that point, that any man could kill someone if the provocation was strong enough and that was really scary.
Annie and Gerald broke apart. Her short skirt had ridden up so that I could see the pale flesh above the stocking-tops. Taking her hand the slimy bastard steered her into a bedroom before closing the door behind them. I hurried up the stairs and scouted around and soon discovered that I could get access to the adjoining bathroom, through a second bedroom. I slipped inside and cautiously opened the connecting door and found that I was able to see into the bedroom without them seeing me. 
At that stage I still did not fully understand why I wasn't trying to break them up and kept asking myself why I was I sneaking around spying on my wife when I should have been barging in and doing my alpha male act!
The bedside lamps were on so that I could clearly see my wife standing next to the bed swaying slightly as if not fully in control of her body. Her eyes seemed to be glowing with lust as she stared at her boss, with her full breasts rising and falling dramatically. I could not remember ever having seen her so physically worked up before. It made me wonder just how much she really liked him and whether something had been going on between them for sometime and I’d been too stupid to notice. That idea increased my anxiety but still I made no move to break them up.
Gerald was standing a few inches from Annie and was staring lustfully at her body. His very erect penis was jerking against the front of his trousers leaving a dark, wet stain which grew bigger on the light coloured material where it was pressing against the knob. There was an expression of triumph on his face as he closed the space between them. 
Annie was facing a tall mirror and he quickly slipped behind her and looped an arm around her small waist. I watched, with bated breath, as his hands slowly moved up to cover her buoyant breasts. Her dress had spaghetti straps so she wasn't wearing a bra. I saw her large and very prominent nipples sticking right out against the material before his fingers closed around them and squeezed. Annie's nipples are so sensitive that she can climax just from having them teased, pinched or sucked so I wasn't surprised when she groaned loudly as Gerald squeezed the engorged teats firmly between his fingers and pulled, stretching them way out as if they were made of rubber. I could see that my wife was relishing the way he was rolling her hard nipples between his fingers even though it must have been painful. Her eyes were hooded as she watched her boss manhandling her boobs in the mirror.
 It was obvious that she was horny and that the alcohol seemed to have banished her usual inhibitions. Normally my wife always insisted that we put out the lights before making love yet there she was looking at herself as another man squeezed her breasts and teased her nipples which must have been sending urgent messages of intense sexual pleasure through her body eventually centring in her pulsing pussy. I told myself  that it  was the alcohol allied to her arousal which made her forget that it was a stranger and not her husband who was making her feel that way. She did nothing to stop him....actually she encouraged him with whimpers of ecstasy. I fervently hoped that it was the reason for her losing her inhibitions and forgetting her marriage vows and not that she was in love with her boss!
Annie openly responded to Gerald's lewd caresses by leaning back against his body with her eyes closed. She allowed him to slip the spaghetti straps down her arms so that the front of her dress folded to her waist and her naked breasts tumbled out, bouncing and swaying like ripe gourds. The prominent nipples were bright red and even in the dim light they seemed to glow with arousal. Her nipples become very hard and hot when they're aroused and I felt my mouth water as I jealously watched Gerald's fingers plucking them like ripe berries. His hands left her breasts, reluctantly I felt, so that he could pull down the side zip and slowly the dress slithered down her legs to the floor leaving her wearing only a miniscule thong and black hold-ups. The strap at the back had disappeared between her pouting buttocks while the small triangle of sheer material in the front had been sucked between her pussy lips so that it looked as if she wasn't wearing any undies at all just straps. Her dark pubic hair framed the bunched material and I could see that the cloth was soaking wet and that globules of love juice glistened on the curly locks like bright jewels. 
I had never seen Annie looking so sexy or so abandoned and my stomach lurched with jealousy while at the same time I was intensely aroused and also terribly angry. I felt sweat breaking out all over my body. The combination of warring emotions was leaving me breathless and dizzy but still I made no move to break them up and, to this day, I don't know why although I've tried to analyze it to make sense of the conundrum. This Society would never have been formed if I had found the solution.
Gerald stroked my wife's bare thighs with the tips of his fingers then his hands slid up her flat tummy before scooping up the buoyant, naked breasts. He mashed the pliant flesh so fiercely that the flesh oozed between his splayed fingers like bread dough. The room echoed with their harsh breathing as Gerald pinched and rolled her large nipples between his thumb and fingers mixing pain with a great deal of pleasure and it stunned me that Annie could react to pain so lewdly to such a combination. It was obvious that it excited her although she'd never shown signs before that she enjoyed pain during our lovemaking. She was moaning loudly with pleasure as his expert caresses sent shivers of sexual arousal through her almost naked body. She looked totally compliant as his hands roamed over her naked body as if it already belonged to him. 
There was an expression of cruel triumph on his face as he sensed that my inebriated wife was unashamedly responding to his forceful handling and that soon he would take her like a rampant animal and who could blame him!
Gerald unzipped his trousers and his large, erect penis sprang out and slapped against Annie's naked bottom while his cruel fingers continued torturing the rock-hard stalks of her nipples.
“This is like a sex fantasy come true, my dear Annie. I've been wanting to this to you from the very first time I saw you! Having you around me at work has been torture because every time I see you my cock throbs like crazy with the need to slip into your cunt and give it a good shafting. I knew that beneath that women's lib attitude you parade so proudly lay a passionate slut and given the opportunity I was the man to tame you. Now that I have broken through that veneer I'm going to ram my hard cock so deep into your cunt that it'll come out of your arsehole, Annie, and by the time I've finished you'll beg for even more, I promise! Be honest, it's really what you want isn't it, Annie, to be my sex slave and be fucked by my big cock again and again? I can hardly wait to feel your cunt squeezing my cock because I'm sure is tight but very juicy and hungry for some fresh spunk!' Gerald hissed into her ear but loud enough for me to hear. 
During his obscene speech his fingers continued torturing the rock-hard stalks of her large nipples continuously pulling them out as far as they'd stretch then letting go before repeating the sequence, again and again. His erect penis was pressed deeply into her bottom cleavage leaving damp spots on her skin wherever the head touched. 
I watched, with bated breath not knowing just how my sexy wife was going to react to his crude, vocal rape as she'd always been rather confident in her femininity and women's rights. She certainly would never have let me speak to her that way. I was stunned when I realised that the lewdness and crudeness of his words plus the naked penis pressing into the deep cleft between her buttocks was making her whimper with pleasure. Her sex juices were profusely oozing from her pussy and soon overflowed the scrap of material to trickle down the inside of her legs. I could hardly believe that my wife seemed to be already hovering on the brink of an orgasm as normally it takes ages. Her clitoris had slipped out from its hood and stuck right out like a large pearl, because the material had slipped to one side, and I knew that if Gerald touched it she would probably climax then she'd be his to do anything he wanted with. 
I prayed that he would not touch it.  I was shivering all over as I stared at my wife teetering on the brink of an orgasm induced by a man who wasn’t her husband. The love of my life was allowing another man to freely manhandle her body and abuse her verbally. My chest felt as if it was constricted by an iron hoop so that I was having trouble breathing. My heart was beating as fast as if I'd been just been running a marathon and my mouth was stone dry. Despite all those symptoms I continued staring, not daring to blink in case I missed something.
My prayer was in vain. Annie gasped loudly as Gerald's middle finger discovered the tip of her throbbing clitoris and slowly flicked it back and forth as if strumming a musical string. Spasmodically she pushed her pelvis forward to press the tip of her erect clit even harder against the moving fingertip as she visibly shuddered from head to toe. To my chagrin I realised that she was in the grip of a minor climax. She was moaning and gasping for breath as she eagerly pressed her spasming sex against the vibrating finger of another man.
I knew from experience what her hard clitoris felt like as it rolled beneath the pad of his finger. I also realised that they'd passed the point of no return. My wife was so turned-on that she was going to allow him to fuck her and the only way it wouldn't happen was if I stepped out from where I was hiding and stopped them! Though jealousy and anger filled me it was overwhelmed by mounting arousal as I realised that I was going to watch another man fucking my wife! 
I've got to be honest and admit that in the past more than once I'd fantasised about watching Annie with another man but had never believed that I would ever let it happen because I loved her too much and would have been too jealous to allow it to happen...or so I'd thought.
The sensations Annie was experiencing, from Gerald's forceful handling, must have been overwhelming judging from the globs of thick love juice oozing out of her pussy. When my wife gets fully aroused she manufactures so much sex juices that it just dribbles out of her as if she's peeing. Her pussy-juice taste almost sweet and is thick and cloying and there's nothing I like better than to swallow it before going back for more. Weirdly I was annoyed that it was going to waste as it dribbled down her leg.
It was obvious that Gerald was turned-on by her complete surrender. 
His palm covered her sex mound kneading it like a ripe fruit as the middle finger dipped deep into the slit. His hand was soon dripping with her thick, sex juices as he squeezed her pussy lips together around his buried finger while he continued torturing the nipples with the other hand. His long and very thick penis was fully erect by this time and jerking fiercely as it was trapped between the inner slopes of her naked buttocks which were tightening and relaxing in response to her arousal as if trying to massage the thick stalk and coax it to ejaculate its thick, liquid load into its cleft. He'd started to lick and nibble her earlobe which is another thing which turns my wife on while moving his pelvis so that his hard stalk slipped up and down, using her profuse sex juices as lubrication, within the confine of the deep channel between her bum-cheeks. To be crude he was fucking the cleavage of her bottom and it was obviously that she loved the sensation!
“Annie, you're quite something! I can feel that your cunt is ready for my hard cock because it's so wet. I'm going to give you a fucking you'll never forget! I can't wait to ram my cock all the way up into your filthy cunt and fuck you until you can't take anymore! That is what you want me to do, bitch, isn't it? You want me to fuck you into exhaustion and fill your cunt with hot spunk! Be honest and admit that you want me to fill your cunt with hard cock and spurt my sticky spunk deep into it or maybe you want it up your arse? I can imagine how tight and hot your arsehole is and how my spunk would cool it down.” He hissed into her ear.
Annie was brought up by religious parents and had always been very shocked by obscenities, especially sexual ones, so I was stunned to realise that somehow Gerald was waking up something deep inside her which made her feel sinful and depraved, in a thrilling way. His dirty words were obviously so arousing that it cancelled out any inhibitions she might still have had and my deductions were supported by the fact that she made no move to extricate herself from his embrace but continued to tighten and relax her buttocks around his see-sawing cock.
“Gerald...please...no, you...mustn’t talk like that...it's not right! I'm a married woman and it's wrong that you should be doing these... these vile things to me! Please you must stop...I'm a married...woman and Colin will be looking for me! You're my boss and I respect you...please Gerald don't make me...do things which I'll regret later. Please release me, please!” She wailed weakly as she made a feeble attempt to pull away from him.
Somehow I knew that she was only going through the motions and didn't mean a word of what she was saying. Feeling helpless and preyed upon by such a dominant man was going to be the excuse she'd use to rationalise giving in to her base instincts. Being a catholic this would be the way she'd come to terms with her lack of resistance to the seduction but at the same time I knew that committing such a sin would greatly enhance her sexual arousal. 
Annie twisted and writhed from side to side with desire rather than really trying to get away. The motion caused her pouting buttocks to massage the hard penis, which was still lodged deep in the crack. The knob was pressing against the small crinkled hole of her anus. I watched that fat knob pressing against the ring guarding her anus and wondered whether he would try to take her that way and it made me feel all weak and excited as I imagined that huge, fleshy cylinder spearing all the way inside her tight bumhole which was something I'd always wanted to do but she'd never allowed me to even try. She'd even resisted me trying to slip a finger into her bottom and had called me dirty and depraved and it had taken weeks for her to forgive me yet I could see her pushing her bottom back so that the knob pressed even harder against her anal ring.
“The lady protests too much when really what she wants is my big cock in her pissing cunt, I'm right aren't I, Bitch?” He asked her. “I know your type, you're a cockteaser! What you really want is a man to show you who is the boss. You're longing to spread your legs wide so that I can ram my hard cock all the way into your juicy cunt and I bet you want me to suck on your tits and bite the nipples off while my cock fills your flooded cunt with spunk! Am I right, Bitch? Answer me, Annie; for once in your life admit that you're a bitch on heat dying to be fucked by someone like me who can demonstrate that he's a superior male! Beg me to ram my cock in your filthy cunt!' He hissed as he sensed that his words were causing my wife to hover on the edge of orgasming.
I could see that every nerve in Annie's taut body was yearning for him to ram his erection into her sex. Her whole body must have been burning with desire, her flesh screaming out for hard cock, especially the one that she could feel pressing into the cleavage of her bottom. While he was using words to heighten her arousal his cock had never stopped sliding up and down the cleft with the crown constantly rubbing against the raised rim of her pouting bumhole. I'm sure that being on the brink of committing adultery only served to heighten my wife's overwhelming need for satisfaction and, as if to confirm my conclusions, Annie, excited beyond reason, instinctively spread her legs wider thus giving him easier access to her wet pussy. There was no mistaking that my wife was openly inviting him to use her body for his obscene satisfaction. 
I was being torn apart by pangs of jealousy and rage as the love of my life offered herself so lewdly to another man but strangely it didn't seem to affect the hardness of my penis but actually seemed to throb even more fiercely.
Isn’t love is strange?
Gerald's hips lurched and the crown pushed against the small puckered hole of her anus as if trying to penetrate it but it was obstructed by the thong. He was growling with pleasure as his hands continued teasing her naked breasts and clitoris. He was still pulling her nipples, which were glowing redly, way out then letting them go so that they sprung back making the large breasts wobble crazily and I knew that every sensation was transmitted down to her clitoris. Annie trembled all over as the thick middle finger of his right hand continued to slide easily along the slippery slit and up into her wet hole while the tip of his penis still pressed lewdly against her twitching anus pushing the thong into it and I wondered whether I would be a witness to her losing her last virginity, the one I'd coveted for so long. 
As his thick finger continued to penetrate her pussy I knew from experience that her vaginal muscles were tightening around it to draw it even deeper inside her so that she no doubt could feel the tip brushing against her cervix or perhaps it had located her g-spot.
“I can feel that you want my hard cock slipping into your cunt the way my finger is doing, am I right, Annie? You know you're not going to get it until you tell me how much you'd like me to ram my big cock inside your cunt and fuck you or perhaps you'd prefer it if I took you the Greek way? Does your husband fuck your arsehole, Annie? Does he fill it full with his spunk or did you reserve the first time for me? It really doesn't matter because I know you will eventually beg me to take you that way. I bet it's tight and hot and would grip my cock like a fist as I ram it in and out while I smack your bottom very hard because you're such a filthy slut. The pain and pleasure will mix and you will hurl your bum back in an effort to get my cock even deeper inside your arsehole. Can you imagine my spunk jetting up your arse, Annie, while your bottom feels as if it's on fire? Women have told me that having spunk pumping into their arse is even better than in their cunt because they can feel it blasting against the walls of the channel! Have you reserved that pleasure for me, Annie? You know every time you walk into my office I fantasize about doing that and now I'm going to do it but first I think I will fuck you the normal way to show what you've been missing.' Gerald growled as his hands continued playing her body like a maestro plays a violin. 
The thick sex juices kept on pouring out of her open sex into his hand and down her legs and no doubt driven mad by the lewd words and what he was doing to her breasts and sex she suddenly wailed out. 
“Oh God I can't stand it! Yes! Yes I want you to fuck me! I want you to ram your big cock in my dirty cunt! Do anything you want to me, use me like a whore because that's what I am...a nymphomaniac slut who deserves to be used and punished but please don't make me wait, do it now...please, Gerald, please fuck me now!”
I can't describe what it did to my emotions to hear my prim wife beg another man to screw her using such obscene language! I was devastated yet I still did nothing to stop it happening!
As if the last shreds of inhibition had been swept away, by her lewd and obscene admission, Annie twisted around to face Gerald and looped her arms around his neck. She pressed her open mouth against his and pushed her tongue deep into his mouth while feverishly starting to undo the buttons of his shirt. She twisted and writhed her pelvis against the hardness of his erection which was trapped against her belly before Gerald swiftly pulled away and got rid of his clothes. He tore her thong off so that she was naked save for the stockings. The left one had sagged making her nudity even lewder. His right hand grabbed his cock and began slowly stroking along the length of the shaft making sure she was watching. It was only then that I realised that it was so thick that he could hardly get his fingers around it while the crown was the size of a small peach making my seven inches look rather ordinary and made me wonder whether Annie would be able to take anything that big inside her rather tight vagina. I knew that she must be wondering the same thing as she shivered all over with sexual arousal as she watched Gerald's fingers slipping up and down the gnarled shaft. 
Imagining seeing her being skewered by that thick cock made me so aroused that I could hardly breathe but, at the same time, I was wondering what kind of a man I was to allow it to happen. I had to hold my cock in my hand to try to ease the tension in my groin.
I'm sure Annie expected him to guide her to the bed instead he told her to get down on her hands and knees, like the slut she really was. It seemed as if those were the right kind of words to make Annie melt with desire and, trembling all over with excitement, my wife slipped down to the floor and knelt on all fours like a bitch on heat. Her fabulous bottom was hoisted up exposing the pouch of her sex from which dangled a silvery strand of vaginal juice. I could hear Gerald grunting hoarsely as he knelt behind her. The expression on his face was the same you see on a winning sportsman and who could blame him for feeling so elated. 
His large cockhead slipped between her naked buttocks and pressed against her bumhole. I thought that he was going to actually take her that way as he'd threatened to and knew that if he wanted to Annie would allow him. The sex juices dangling from her sex in long silvery loops gently swayed as her body shook with arousal. Gerald leant forward and pressed down on her shoulders so that her head ended resting on her folded arms on the floor with her lewdly hoisted buttocks stuck way up. She did resemble a bitch waiting to be mounted by a dog. Her pussy was very puffy and red-looking and from between the semi parted lips a constant stream of sex juices bubbled out and hung down in long silvery strands till they became too heavy and broke to splatter against the floor. Her rosebud was twitching and to my immense surprise I saw it flower open then close as if inviting penetration.
Sadly I realised that my wife was finding a depraved satisfaction from being in that servile position. His dominance had blown away all her ethics and respect for our marriage. She seemed to shiver with obscene pleasure as she stayed crouched like a bitch waiting to have a thick cock shoved into her cunt by her boss. 
In a weird way I seemed to be finding an equal satisfaction although I was racked by jealousy and rage. Later I rationalised that if she'd shown tenderness and love instead of animalistic lust I would have barged in and who knows what would have happened. I'm sure, brothers, that you've had the same type of conversation with yourself as you tried to come to terms with your shame and emotions.
I held my breath as I saw the swollen crown of his cock slip further down and press against the puffy lips of her sex and its size made the elastic lips stretch widely as inch by inch it forced its way up inside her love hole. 
I've got to make a confession. As I watched another man's cock penetrating my wife's sex I was holding my erect penis tightly in my hand and stroking it frantically imagining what she must be feeling as another man started shoving his prick into her sex. Even though my wife was making me a cuckold I was stroking my cock...it's hard to believe that I was entranced and enjoying it. 
Gerald was holding her hips steady as he pressed more of his cock into her sex greatly helped by the fact that she was already so wet. 
“Tell me, Bitch, how does it feel to have a real man's fat cock spearing your dirty wet cunt at last? What do you think your husband would say if he could see the way your filthy cunt is gripping my cock and sucking it in? I bet he would be jealous and beg me to pull it out but of course I wouldn't but instead I would invite Colin to lie beneath you so that he could see my cock slipping in and out of your cunt and, if he behaved himself, I would allow him to lick my cock each time it came out of your pussy covered with your cunt cream. I think he'd like that, don't you Annie, because you will like it so I'm sure he would!” 
He paused, when his cock was only three quarters of the way up her wet sex. It was clear that being made to feel as if she was just a slut to be used by a man for his pleasure was making my wife so aroused that she couldn't contain herself anymore.
“Oh please! Your…it...it feels so huge! Your penis is...it's so big that it feels as if it's splitting me in two! It's too painful...please take it out...please! I'll suck you off but I can't take anything that big...please take it out!” Annie wailed as she felt the massive thick pole stretching her. 
I could see that it was completely filling her pussy as he flicked his hips and sent all of it into her sex.  
“Aaaarrgghh...I can't...it's splitting me in two... please don't...I can't take it....it's too big! Oooohhh! Your thing is killing me! Please stop...please...don’t stop. Don't stop! I'm a slut...your bitch...I'm very bad and deserve pain and to be punished! Please don’t stops...fuck me! I'm a dirty slut...your dirty slut and I deserve to be punished. Fuck me...hurt me with your big cock!” Annie gasped loudly as Gerald pushed even more of his huge cock into her vagina.
Her legs were forced even wider apart as his huge cock continued its relentless invasion and then he started to slap her bottom in rhythm with the in and out motion of his maleness into her sex.
“Yes! Punish me! It hurts...yesss...oh God it hurts, but...but it feels so gooood to be mastered by a real man! Don't stop, fuck me like a bitch! Slap my arse...show me who is my master! You are my Master...you are...my Master and it's right that you punish me because I'm a sinner! Your cock is wonderful...I've never felt anything like it...it feels as if it's lodged somewhere in my stomach. I can't stop coming! Please never stop fucking me...Master!” Annie cried out as his large cock continued its relentless penetration of her defenceless sex while his hands beat a constant tattoo on her bum cheeks causing the ivory flesh to become bright red. Here and there I could make out the individual prints of fingers on her skin.
I was stunned by what was happening. Annie who had never liked me to use obscene words, when we made love, was begging her boss to fuck and punish her like a whore. Her response to pain was another devastating revelation. Her voice was shrill as filthy words mixed with sobs tumbled out of her open mouth. She was acting like a demented, lust-crazed nymphomaniac. She is a lapsed catholic but I realised that her religious upbringing was so deeply ingrained that she needed the pain to allow herself to come to terms with allowing a man to treat her like a slut. 
“Yes! Please punish me. I'm bad...I will go to hell for sinning! Fuck me...fuck…my dirty cunt...fuck me everywhere, you're my Master. Please fuck my cunt...my mouth...my arse...they're all yours! Please never stop...fucking me! Fill my dirty cunt with your spunk! Make me drink your spunk! Piss on me, make me grovel, slap my bum, please...do anything you want as I deserve to be punished and you're my Master and I'm your slave...your... filthy bitch and only through pain can I hope for absolution. Please, Master, punish this sinner!” 
Still kneeling on all fours instinctively she lifted her naked buttocks as high as she could as her boss continued to press his huge cock into her adulterous sex. Obscenely crude words continued to tumble out of her open mouth, words which normally she'd never use but which now seemed necessary to vocalise to keep her sane. I had never seen my wife so horny and it was clear that she was beyond caring and beyond really knowing what she was saying. I felt a deep sadness that she'd never been like that with me. I sensed that Annie was totally caught up in a sexual frenzy which was cancelling her normal morality and plunging her into a state where only physical pleasure mattered and her only desire was to be used in the vilest way by her boss.
It's not surprising that Gerald had a wide grin plastered on his face as he continued to plunge his lust-thickened cock all the way up into my wife's splayed sex. Remembering how he'd admitted earlier that he'd been lusting after her for ages I realised that it must have been doubly satisfying to reduce her to such a servile state. 
His large cock plunged in and out of her with immense penetrating power. Annie responded by slamming her impaled sex backwards to meet each of his thrusts while her vaginal muscles hungrily clasped his very thick cock as he continued to slap her bum cheeks with his hand punctuating every thrust. They weren't taps but full-bodied slaps which left bright red imprints on the ivory skin.
“That's it, Master! Give me all your cock! Fuck that big cock all the way into my adulterous cunt! Fill it with spunk! Don't ever stop fucking me...I'm yours...I am your bitch!! Fuck me...punish me!” She moaned, her voice hoarse and shrill with desperate need. “Please, please Master...fuck this filthy bitch! Punish me but don't stop fucking me...ram your hard cock...your big hard cock into my dirty cunt! I'm yours to do...to do with...with whatever...anything you want! Harder, fuck me harder! I want it all...fuck me...fill me with your spunk!”
I knew that if it had been me I wouldn't have been able to control myself yet Gerald showed no sigh of losing control as he heard my pretty wife pleading for him to fuck her and do any kinky things he wanted with her body. I'd had to stop stroking my cock, long before as I had been close to coming.
Slapping her buttocks continuously he never stopped fucking his thick cock in and out of her fiercely milking sex while varying the speed and depths of his strokes from hammer-like thrusts to slow and tantalising strokes which smoothly slid all the way to the back of her vagina. I am sure that the crown was butting repeatedly against her cervix so it was no wonder that she was begging for more! Teasingly he almost withdrew the pulsating cock from her grasping vaginal flesh leaving just the bloated crown wedged between her sex lips and waited. Almost immediately she began to beg him to ram it back in. I could see that he sense of maleness was drunk on hearing her beg so lewdly for his cock. He plunged his cock back inside her with such power that her whole body shuddered and the large breasts, dangling under her chest like udders, swung back and forth slapping repeatedly against her chin. The red and very swollen nipples were scrapping against the carpet which must have made them feel as if they were being sandpapered yet it was clear that having pain mixed with the pleasure his cock was engendering was driving Annie to sexual heights I'd never been able to ignite. Gerald rotated his hips which must have caused his cock to scrape every nerve ending in her impaled vagina and she tried to match her movements to his while constantly moaning in between the flood of incoherent obscenities. I could just make out that she was begging him to split her cunt in two with his cock while also pleading with him to fill her cunt with his spunk so that she could be his forever.
I tried to put myself in his place. I knew that nothing could surpass having a beautiful, sexy woman begging to be filled with one's spunk and could imagine how it greatly enhanced the sense of triumph at having at last seduced a woman you've been lusting after so long especially one who's defences had seemed impregnable.
Again and again Annie's boss drove his cock into her sex bringing her right to the brink of the huge orgasm she craved but each time he'd change the rhythm leaving her hanging in limbo as she loudly begged for release. Fat tears ran down her cheeks while her love juices dribbled down the inside of her legs like a waterfall before pooling on the carpet.                                                                        
“I wish Colin could see you kneeling like a bitch with your arse in the air being fucked by another man! I'm sure he'd realise when he saw the way your cunt is gripping my cock that you loved being fucked like a slut by a masterful man. Maybe he'd whip your arse because you're such a bitch and I would help him by holding you down as I told him how you crave a big hard cock to split you in two and how it doesn't seem to matter whose cock it is! I've got lots of friends who would love to fuck you, Annie, and maybe I will arrange it so that three of us could use you at the same time. How would like that, Bitch? How would you like to have three men fucking you at the same time?” Gerald hissed as he paused with his big cock fully wedged inside Annie's clasping sex not moving as she begged him to let her climax. “Three cocks at the same time. One in your mouth, another in your cunt and the third wedged all the way up your arse. Imagine that, Annie, because it will happen...I promise!”
I stroked my cock as I imagined what it would feel like to whip her bottom before ramming my cock all the way into her arsehole yet I realised deep down that she would never be that submissive with me.
“Gerald...please...for God's sake...please....please Master...please fuck me! I can't bear it...don't make me wait! I know I'm just a slut, a nymphomaniac, a dirty bitch on heat, a hot cunt made for your cock! I am a dirty slut on heat who needs your big cock more than anything in the world. I need you to fill my unworthy cunt with your hot spunk! Punish me...whip my arse...do anything you want but pleeeeaase...let me climax!” She mewled.
“Rest assured that I will whip your arse! You're a dirty cunt, a slut for me to use anyway I wish because now I'm your Master. I'm looking forward to having my friends fill all your holes with spunk then wash it out with hot piss while I whip your arse.”  He snarled.
I watched him splaying her buttocks exposing her bumhole. Coating two of his fingers with her thick sex juices he slowly slipped them inside the pouting ring and I was surprised by how easily his fingers disappeared inside her tight anus. My wife grunted as he started to plunge his cock relentlessly in and out of her straining sex while echoing the motion with his fingers in the other hole subjecting her to a double penetration. For the first time in her life my wife was experiencing double penetration and loving it!
“Ohhhhh my God! I...I can't...aaaaggghhh I can't take it! Your...cock…cock...your cock it's so big! It feels so gooodd!  Oooooh it feels...feels as if you've got another cock up my...arsehole! I'm dying!” My wife moaned helplessly as her pussy and bumhole were skewered by the relentless, pistoning hardness of his large cock and plunging fingers.
Gerald rhythmically thrust his stiff cock deep into Annie's dripping sex, accompanied with loud animalistic grunts. He never stopped penetrating the tight hole of her wildly rotating arse with his fingers. He pulled the cheeks even wider open so that I could see her bumhole opening and closing around his fingers while below his massive cock plunged in and out of the stretched sex lips.
Annie was responding with obscene delight as he continued to ram his hard cock into her sex as hard as he could. He added a third finger to the two slipping in and out of her bumhole. They were lubricated by the flowing sex juices being pumped out of her sex by his pistoning cock, the double penetration was driving her into a state of mindless. I could imagine what she was feeling. Waves after waves of intense pleasure would be rising and falling within her quivering sex and bumhole as she writhed beneath his constant pounding. I wouldn't have been surprised if his long, thick driving cock had reached past her cervix into her womb. She certainly was responding as if it was. Lewd animal-like whines filled the room as his balls bounced against her clitoris.
I'd been so intend on not missing any of the action that I'd forgotten to stroke my cock as I watched my wife being fucked like a slut by her boss. I could hear him bombarding her ears with lascivious words as his cock ignited never before experienced heights of depraved enjoyment in her body. 
“My little Bitch your cunt is so fucking hot! You're a fucking whore made for fucking and I intend to use you fully whenever I want, from now on. Everyday in the office I'm going to make you suck my cock before I fuck you. I'm going to send you home, to your husband, full of my spunk. You're a lazy slut, push back, fuck back on my cock and stop resting! When I feel like some fun I'm going to invite all my friends to come round to fuck you! You'll have five men fucking you at the same time and spouting their spunk into your mouth, cunt and arsehole and all over your body then you'll have to clean their cocks with your mouth and thank them for being good enough to use your dirty slutty body! I won't let you wash but will send you home so that your husband can see his wife dripping wet with spunk! I think I'll have your cunt tattooed with the word SLUT so that everybody will know what you are!”
I've no ideas whether he meant any of this but the obscene words obviously thrilled Annie so that she eagerly screwed her arse backwards so that her sex could meet the thick length of the hard cock. I could see that the thickness filled her quivering vaginal walls and stretched them more open than mine ever had. She was on the brink of losing control of her body because of the delicious pleasure which he was creating in her twin orifices with his huge cock and his fingers. I gasped when I noticed that he'd added another finger so that she now had four fingers deeply embedded in her bumhole. Huge shivers swept through my wife's kneeling body like waves as she shook with uncontrollable passion. Spasms after spasms of ecstasy made her face contort as if she was in agony. Finally he allowed her to reach the peak of her rapture as, instead of pausing, he continued to pump his cock and fingers into her again and again as she reached her crisis!
“Aaaaarrrgghh.......ooohhhoohhh! I'm coming...I'm...I'm...coming...comiiinng”' Annie screamed.
Gerald drove his thick cock into her with even more powerful thrusts of his hips. His pelvis crashed against her buttocks with a loud fleshy sound and I'm sure that his cockhead must have been penetrating into her womb again and again. With his free hand he continued smacking my wife's bottom as he rammed his hard cock into her wet, spasming sex without mercy. It was obvious that Gerald was enthralled by the way Annie's tight pussy was rippling around his pistoning cock as she climaxed. I knew that I would have had been in his place. 
“Well, well I believe my fucking Bitch is about to come!” He grunted. “Well so am I so fuck back, slut, fuck your dirty cunt back because I'm going to fill your dirty cunt with my spunk so that you can take it home with you to Colin!”
She went crazy and a massive orgasm shuddered through her. I'm sure she wasn't aware that he'd withdrawn his fingers from her anus and his cock from her pussy and was guiding the head against her gaping hole. One flick of his hips drove most of his cock all the way into her bottom. She shrieked with pain but instead of trying to wriggle away she pushed her buttocks back to help him slam the rest of his thickness all the way inside her. His penetration of her last virginity must have shattered the last barrier of sanity and, as she became aware that sperm was being injected into her spasming bumhole by her boss, she went crazy. The added spunky lubrication made the back and forth thrusts of his cock easier and his prick flew in and out of her bumhole at lightning speed. His pelvis was flattening her red buttocks each time it collided against them. The power of the collision made her sex open and close causing even more sexual juices to dribble out. In lewd response to having her bottom filled by another man's sperm my wife's was convulsed by another huge orgasm. I'm sure that she must have felt as if her body was opening up so wide that she was able to take all of him inside.
“Aaaarrgghh...oooohh! Oohh...I'm...I'm...coming....coooming! I...I can't stop coming!  I'm...I'm...I'm commmmiiinng! Oooohhh you're making me come again! I'm...I'm...commmiiinng, coming again...again! I'm going...mad...I'm...!” Annie was shrieking like a demented woman as her head flailed wildly from side to side so that her hair whipped across her face. I could see that she almost lost consciousness as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced in her life overwhelmed her. She'd never reacted like that with me and up till then I'd been her one and only lover so I know that it was something she'd never experienced before.
Annie's eyes were shut and her flattened bottom was grinding against Gerald's pelvis in a mindless rhythm as she seemed to search for even more pleasure. Her convulsing bumhole was contracting hard around the base of the ejaculating cock of her boss. Though her anal ring was stretched tightly around the shaft, like an elastic band, it still allowed milky white liquid to dribble out and blend with her copious sex juices which then hung in lewd strands below her. It was obvious that she was experiencing almost unbearable pleasure as Gerald kept thrusting his spewing cock in and out of her climaxing body again and again as if he couldn't get enough and never wanted to stop.
I know you're not interested but I'd also climaxed at the same time as they had and my sperm was dripping from my hand as my eyes stayed firmly glued to the obscene sight of my wife being sodomised by another man something I'd never done.
Then he did something which was so startling that I nearly fainted from the shock. He whipped his cock out of her bum and I saw that it still retained some of its rigidity as he took it in his hand. He pressed the head against Annie's twitching sex and, as if the hole had been waiting anxiously for just such a move, it flowered open and his cockhead disappeared inside. She went ballistic and screamed as her body convulsed as if being subjected to a massive voltage of electricity. She climaxed hugely again then her body went rigid before it became limp. She slumped down in a faint. Slowly the ecstatic rapture gripping her body began to subside and Annie fell forward, flat on the floor. Gerald still moving his hips came down on her back with his softening cock still deeply embedded within her sex. Slowly she emerged from her swoon and her soft moans of contentment mingled with his sighs of tired pleasure. Beneath her a pool of sex juices had  begun to spread more widely on the carpet. Slowly he withdrew his cock and this time it had lost its hardness. He stood up and pulled her up into a sitting position. He pushed his dripping wet cock against her mouth. Annie has never liked sucking cock and would certainly never suck one which was so coated with sex juices and been in her most obscene hole so imagine my surprise when I saw her tongue come out and start licking the cock clean and then even taking it all the way into her mouth. I saw her cheek hollow as she sucked it clean before he pulled his cock out. He pulled her to her feet then pushed her so that her torso was flat against the bed. Her knees rested on the carpet with her bottom high in the air. I could see that her sex was still partly opened and from it a long strand of her sex juice was dangling. A bubble of sperm ballooned out from her anus. He slipped the belt from his trousers and stood behind her.
“I knew that you were a slut, beneath that prim and proper exterior. Colin doesn't deserve having someone like you screw up his life so on his behalf I'm going to punish you for being such a whore.”
I don't think she understood any of that but she did react when the leather belt slashed into her exposed buttocks. Her body shuddered and she tried to move away as a shriek knifed through the air. He was holding her down with one hand in the middle of her back and she had no chance of getting away as a second then immediately a third blow from the leather belt sank into the helpless flesh of her bottom. She was biting down on the bedclothes to stifle her screams as her curling fingers raked the mattress. At first I couldn't believe it but realised that it was not a figment of my imagination that my wife was pushing her bottom back to meet the lashes rather than trying to get away. Another two lashes left their bright red marks on her flesh then the next one came down between her legs and the tip of belt curled around her sex. Her head lifted and a strange sound echoed in the room as her body spasmed and writhed uncontrollably. It took me a few seconds to realise that the sound was a mixture of pain and pure ecstasy. Unbelievably my wife was in the throes of a massive orgasm, triggered by the intense pain of the lashing.
“Now I've seen everything! You and I are going to have a lot of fun and I will make sure you pay for your pleasure by severely thrashing you, you slut!” Gerald said. I could see an expression of incredulity on his face as he looked down and watched my wife orgasming from the punishment he'd dished out.
He stepped back and gathered his clothes. He told her that she'd better make herself presentable and he'd see her at the office on Monday. He quickly slipped into his clothes and I realised that he'd probably want to use the bathroom so I quickly scuttled out. After using another bathroom, to make myself presentable, I rejoined the guests downstairs and poured myself a very large scotch. I was incredibly nervous as I waited for Annie to appear. Twenty minutes or so later she came down the stairs and, except that her face was flushed and her eyes had a dreamy expression in them, you would have never known that she'd just been fucked and severely chastised. She came to me and kissed me on the cheek. I could smell the aroma of sex wafting up from beneath her dress. She said that she was a little drunk and tired so would I mind if we went home.
I pondered over what I should do as we drove home in silence. I still had not decided how to handle the situation as we went up to the bedroom. I went into the bathroom. I'd left the door open so that I could watch Annie taking her clothes off without her knowing that I was doing so. Her mind seemed to be somewhere else as she undressed then stood naked next to the bed not realising that scratches, red handprints and the welts left by the leather belt on her sexy bottom were clear signs that she'd been with another man. Suddenly lust swept through me and I got rid of my clothes in double quick time. I rushed into the bedroom. I was like a wild beast as I pushed her face down on the bed and despite her protests slipped behind her and slammed my cock into her sex. The inward thrusts of my cock forced dollops of Gerald's sperm to ooze out of her anus and I felt it dribble onto my swinging balls. It was so obscene that it added another level of arousal to the mixture of fury and jealousy which was gripping me. 
Annie was surprised by the way I fucked her so wildly but responded eagerly and climaxed at the same time as I. I yelled out that I loved her and she responded by saying that I was her one and only. Seconds later she was fast asleep. I watched for a long time as a mixture of sex juices oozed out of her sex and soaked the sheet beneath her then fetched my camera and took a series of pictures making sure that I got plenty of explicit shots of her ravaged pussy and her bottom which still bore the vivid marks of the punishment. 
That, brothers, was my initiation into the Blessed Perversion!
I have never told Annie that I'd seen her being fucked by her boss even though almost every weekday she has to service his perverted sexual needs. 
How do I know this? 
Annie has always kept a diary which she keeps in a secret place but I found it. I can't resist torturing myself by reading her accounts of what she and Gerald do. It seems as if my wife has a split personality. I remember seeing a movie, with Joanne Woodward, based on real life about a woman called Bridey Murphy who had multiple personalities and Annie shows the same kind of behaviour. She's a successful career woman, a loving wife, a competent homemaker, a brilliant companion with me but with Gerald she's a nymphomaniac and a masochist willing to be debased to an incredible degree besides being able to absorb an unusual amount of pain. She doesn't think of him as her lover but as her Master. I believed that most of the things Gerald had said, while seducing her, was for effect but he's actually made most of them come true. 
In the office on the following Monday, after he'd seduced her, he made her bent over the desk and once again punished her for being unfaithful to me. He'd quickly realised that guilt acts like an aphrodisiac with Annie. She'd climaxed while being beaten and while she was doing so he'd forcefully pushed his massive cock into her rectum and, being unprepared, it had bled but it had not stopped him ramming it all the way inside even though Annie had fainted from the pain. She'd come to a few minutes later to discover an incredible pain in her bottom as Gerald waited with his cock fully wedged inside her anus. As she revived he began smacking her bottom while stroking his cock in and out of her tiny anus and the indescribable pain had quickly transformed into pleasure and Annie had even orgasmed as she'd felt his spunk filling her rectum. When he'd finished she'd used her mouth to clean him up even though apparently it was unclean with traces of her effluvia. From that day on he's used her bottom as often as her sex. 
One night he took her to his poker night. She was fucked by the five of them, at the same time, after they'd punished her for so-called teasing them away from their game. I remember that night she'd stank of sex more than usual and her body had been covered in welts. We'd made love and I'd thought that it was only Gerald's sperm coating my penis then discovered that each man had taken turn to come inside her sex then in her anus.
Being a pragmatist eventually I arranged a meeting with Gerald. I told him that I knew everything but realised that if I tried to stop it I’d lose my wife. We've come to an arrangement whereby I can watch the action, on certain occasions, from a hiding place or he provides me with video tapes. He still abuses her everyday in the office and I can follow its progress through her diary. Actually it is an interesting physiological exercise to compare her account to what I've witnessed. It really opens a window into a woman's deepest emotions to which most men are not included. I have to give Annie her due she is still very loving and tender toward me and we're very close and have lots of fun. 
I still have no real comprehension why I put up with what she does with her boss except that I know that it arouses me tremendously and I wouldn't want to lose her by forcing her to choose. Seeing her being abused and debased by Gerald and reading her diary is one of the most important pleasures in my life. The pain blended with fierce jealousy and intense arousal I still feel is a sensation I now can no longer live without. I'm addicted and I don't want it to ever stop and it's that desire which has led to the formation of this Society.
That, brothers, is my story and I hope that it will encourage you to be as frank as I've been. I suggest that we start from the left in a clockwise direction and that each tell us his first name and any details he cares to let us know about himself and his wife before embarking on his story. Brother Paul will you please take my place and tell us about your initiation!”
Colin left the centre spot and sat down. He reflected on the fact that it had been almost as exciting relating his wife's seduction as it had been watching it and he hoped that he'd managed to impart this excitement to the other members which would prod them to freely describe their own experience for the delectation of the group.
As Paul sat down the man sitting on his left stood up and stepped into the middle of the lighted circle.
The sound of shuffling echoed in the vaulted room as several of the seated figures tried surreptitiously to cope with erections caused by the raunchy recital they'd listened to. Hearing about somebody else's experience especially one where the narrator could be deemed to have come off worse lessened the tension in a number of the onlookers and they became eager for their turn. Having such an intimate secret is very stressful for how can you tell your friends or relations that you allow or encourage your wife to have sex with someone else? Having the golden opportunity of unburdening oneself among like-minded men would be both therapeutic and arousing. Confession is good for the soul.

The stocky figure, now standing in the pool of light, cleared his throat and embarked on his story. He had a regional accent and it was clear that he was a man used to speaking his mind in plain language and wasn't going to dwell on descriptions but get right down to the nitty-gritty.
“My name is Leonard. I'm in my early fifties and not highly educated but successful at what I do which is running a central heating business. 
Just before coming here I entered our bedroom and saw my naked wife lying on her front with her large breasts squashed against the bed. Her head was resting on her folded arms which made her large, white bottom lift up in the air. Her legs were spread so wide apart that I saw a trickle of fresh spunk dribbling out of her puffy, red sex and more of the sticky stuff was running down the inside of her thighs. If there is there a more obscene or thrilling sight on earth I don't know about it. Her bottom was positively raw from the spanking and whipping she'd received a few minutes earlier from the young man who'd fucked her!
I'd seen it all from my hiding place and there is nothing in the world that I love better than seeing my sexy wife being punished then fucked by another man. Ever since we came across a copy of a spanking magazine I've used the contact section to arrange for men to come to the house and punish then fuck my wife stupid. There have been men with thick cocks, long cocks, slim cocks, thick and long cocks but all of them have been long-stayers and have loved thrashing her before fucking her. 
She used to climax only sporadically with me but since bringing reinforcement that has changed and her record so far is eight times in one session and she was so exhausted that she slept eighteen hours solid after that feat.
The guy who fucked her tonight is my favourite stud because he's got a ten inch cock which is as thick as my wrist. He's like a machine and can keep going for hours before he comes the first time. He's also a skilled sadist and knows how to torture her so that she teeters on the brink of ecstasy without spilling over. After he's smacked and caned her then emptied his first load my wife takes his cock into her mouth and sucks it back into hardness. I love to watch that moment when it swells to the point where she can no longer hold it in her mouth. Then he smacks her bottom raw before he fucks her again in every position imaginable until she begs him to stop and that's when he pulls his cock out of her sore cunt and makes her wank and suck him so that he can bathe her face with his hot spunk.
Another favourite is Vincent who's black with a nine inch cock because he can come at least four times on the trot. I think he despises white women because he inflicts a great deal of punishment before even considering the sex. When he leaves I step out of my hiding place. The sight of her glowing bottom and the wads of Vincent's spunk hanging by a thread from her pussy, where it catches the light and shines like a pearl necklace, is so obscene that it never fails to excite me. Myra  always looks sated and exhausted as she sits up and smiles in welcome. I take my clothes off and we hug and kiss as she slides her hands down and grips my erection and strokes it as I caress the white globes of her full breasts while noticing the sucking marks left on her skin. I pinch her elongated nipples between my fingers which makes her moan with ecstasy. A very strong aroma of sex comes from between her legs. Looking down I can see a pool of white spunk beginning to form on the bed which isn't really surprising since Vincent has given her his all. My hand combs through the tight curls of pussy hair and I see that the sex lips are still parted and my fingers stir up the spunk which is still dribbling from her cunt and smear it over her clit and tight arsehole. I love the stickiness and thickness of other men's spunk blended with my wife's cunt juices. I roll onto my back and pull Myra on top of me so that she ends up sitting astride me as I hold my cock upright and place the head between the lips of her spunky pussy. Slowly, shivering all over she begins to slide her dripping cunt down my throbbing cock until she takes every last inch of its length inside her spunky passage. Her cunt is kind of loose and extremely wet so that I can hardly feel any form of constriction around my cock but I find it very exciting to have one's cock warmly bathed by another man's freshly-deposited spunk. Once my cock is fully inside Myra's cunt she rouses herself and begins to cooperate. Her cunt muscles begins wildly twitching, contracting, expanding, gripping and releasing my shaft in a wonderful rhythm as she bounces up and down faster and faster. Because she's still so filled with thick spunk the sloshing sounds as my cock shuttles in and out are very loud. I can feel Vincent's spunk dribbling out and forming a pool at the base of my cock and, as always, her uninhibited lovemaking delights me. I clutch her flaring hips as she leans forward so that the corona of my cock rubs against her clit each time it slides in and out of her cunt. Her dangling boobs come within range and I suck one of her fiery red nipples between my lips and deep into my mouth then use my teeth to make her whimper with pain. Suddenly Myra will go rigid and throw her head right back and shrieks as her cunt muscles clamps around my cock like a fist. I know that she's climaxing so I bite on a nipple to increase her pleasure. 
Like your wife, Colin, Myra likes having pain mixed with pleasure. 
I feel my cock becoming even more engorged with blood as I whip it out and press the tip against her bumhole and jerk her down. My cock slips all the way into her tight rectum as she continues orgasming. It only takes seconds before I blast my spunk inside her spasming hole. Those illicit orgasms seem to last a very long time much longer than any I can remember the normal way. My adulterous wife and I are joined in the throes of exquisite, simultaneous, sinful pleasure. When she slumps against me I hold her close and tell her how much I love her and she laps up my compliments. I can see her beaming as she moves to allow my cock to pop out of her anus then she slips upward until her cunt is poised over my face and looking up I see that it is fully open and the insides are filled with bubbling sperm. Some of it dribbles out and hang in a long strand which reaches my face. I open my mouth and allow it to drip inside but it isn't enough so I pull her hips down so that her mushy cunt is plastered against my face. Like an animal rooting for food I use my lips, my tongue and even my teeth to vacuum out the mixture of sex juices and the gooey stuff soon fills my mouth and I savour the tart taste before swallowing. I don't stop till I've scooped up every drop from both holes. 
By this time my cock is hard again and my wife moves down and, after licking up all the sex juices in my pubes and on my cock, she opens her mouth. Her lips slip down my shaft until they're buried in my pubic hair. She takes her time and deep-throats me while humming so that her throat vibrates round my cockhead. It lasts for a long time but eventually the pressure is too much to bear and I shoot what remains of my spunk down her gulping throat. 
Myra adores the sheer wickedness and sinfulness of allowing other men to punish then fucking her silly before having me make love to her. I would not have it any other way and this is why I'm here tonight to share this Blessed Perversion thing with you!”
The man stopped talking and stood for a few seconds, as if contemplating his confession, then slowly walked back to his seat. His recital had been more direct, less descriptive than Colin's but nevertheless had made the point that though he and his host did not operate in the same social circles what they had in common was the pleasure of seeing their beloved partners enjoying sexual ecstasy with other men.