Chapter 3

The fourth man, to take his place in the pool of light, seemed slim and athletic even though his physique was disguised by the habit. Strangely his voice broke, as he started speaking, but soon it settled into a lilting tone. It was clear that he was in the grip of great emotional emotions.
“What I'm about to reveal to you now is extremely shocking. I would have never, in a million years, believed that I would ever tell my story to anybody but I feel that I'm amongst kindred spirits, who will not think badly of me. I will try my hardest to recall all the details and be completely honest though I still haven't fully come to terms with the fact that I've allowed it to happen to me or that it has now become necessary for my well-being. 
Please, friends, bear with me if, at times, I falter and have to gather my thoughts.
My name is Henry and I'm forty and have my own painting and decorating business. I'm as butch as the next guy having played rugby, lifted weights and have never had homosexual tendency. I still play squash and regularly exercise. I know you're wondering what I'm rambling on about but please be patient and it will soon be clear how this is related to my story. 
Unlike the previous speakers I'd always wanted to see my wife in the arms of another man even though it was a fantasy I could never envisage happening but isn't this the basic of the best fantasies? I believe that more often than not fantasies which are realised never seem to match up to the anticipation. 
By the way I love the name chosen for our obsession ‘The Blessed Perversion’ for it reflects the way I feel about mine. My initial initiation into it happened one Saturday in May. 
My wife had been out shopping. After she'd put away the shopping she'd changed her clothes because she was going to her mother's. In the short time she was at home she’d been very loving and had told me that she would miss me. We had made plans that she’d changed at the last minutes because of her mother, so I suppose felt guilty that she was leaving me alone. On the doorstep she gave me a passionate kiss while rubbing her lush body against mine and she promised that we'd have a great time that evening on her return. 
I’d like to give you a few details to help you make sense of what has happened to me. Since turning thirty-five Annabelle has become very coquettish and ultra sexy. Our lovemaking had become more frequent than our usual two or three times a week. My wife is very vocal during lovemaking and often would describe what she was experiencing which always heightened my excitement. In other words, friends, I'm married to a very sexy lady who knows what she wants and is not frightened to go for it. We've never wanted children. We had a brilliant social life, with many holidays and weekends away, and I believed we were as happy as any couple could be. Turning my fantasy, to see her with another man, to reality was as far away as me going to the moon or so I thought.
I'm waffling I know but please bear with me...it's really not easy to expose one's weaknesses so publicly.”
Henry stopped talking, as if to regain control of his emotions, before he started speaking again.
“After she left I went into our bedroom. I noticed the pile of clothes that my wife had discarded lying on the bed. Intending to put them in the laundry basket I picked up the white panties, she'd taken off earlier, and was surprised to see that the gusset was heavily coated with off-white stains. I felt my penis begin to grow as I lifted them up and studied the still warm crotch. Without realising what I was doing I raised the garment to my face and inhaled the musky scent, clinging to the material. My John Thomas throbbed more wildly than I'd remembered it ever doing before as the pungent aroma of my wife's scent filled my nostrils. A madness over which I had no control seemed to overwhelm me. I quickly undressed until I was stark naked. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it could be heard for miles. Without pausing to analyse what I was doing I put my feet through the leg holes of the panties and pulled them up. Fortunately the garment was made of a stretchy material. It was extremely tight but, with much squirming, I managed to pull it right up. As panties goes they weren't exactly sexy yet I responded to the sensation of the material on my bare bottom and genitals by becoming even more aroused. As if in a trance I stumbled to the mirror and looked at my reflection. I saw that my raging hard-on was straining hard against the material. As I stared a fast-growing patch of wetness was spreading where my helmet was perfectly outlined, as it tried to bore a hole through the restraining garment. I slid my hands up and down my bottom thrilled by the way my buttocks felt beneath the material. I've always had a thing for bottoms, female ones of course, but felt the same excitement as I stroked mine. 
The image reflected in the mirror wasn't quite right and, acting on pure instinct, I opened Annabelle's underwear drawer and, with trembling fingers, fished out a pair of sheer black stockings and a lacy suspender belt. I had great trouble getting them on but eventually managed it. Tremulously I returned to the mirror. The image reflected was very strange but, despite its weirdness, I became extremely aroused to see a man wearing a suspender belt, black stockings and panties which were stretched out of shape by a stonking hard-on which was jerking and leaking like crazy. The damp gusset which was now pressing tightly against my scrotum had spent the morning wedged against my wife's pussy and the heat of my body had begun to liquefy her secretions and it was clinging to my testicles. It made me very horny. We'd made love the previous evening so there was more than a chance that some of the wetness was due to my semen leaking out while she'd been shopping. I fantasised about the combination of my semen and my wife's love juices leaking out, unknown to the other shoppers, while Annabelle went round the supermarket as I rubbed my hand up and down my erection. In the mirror I watched my fingers stroking up and down my cock and knew that it wouldn’t be long before I lost control.
I was so lost in my fantasy world that I didn't hear the bedroom door open till, reflected in the mirror, I saw my wife walking into the bedroom. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw me dressed in her undies and rubbing my cock vigorously. I stood rooted to the spot in sheer terror wishing that a great big hole would open up and swallow me whole. Her startled expression changed to one of sly seductiveness, as she shut the door behind her.
'Who would have thought it? You'd be the last person I would have believed would want to dress in women's clothes mind you, you're kind of cute in a big girl's way, my dear Henry.' She said. 'Why, I could go for a girl like you!'
I was stunned by her response because I'd expected disgust and scorn!
'Turn around and let's get a good look at you, my dear.' Annabelle said as she walked to me. 
Her feverish eyes inspected my body. As you can imagine I was feeling extremely vulnerable and highly embarrassed so much so that my penis had shrivelled. All I wanted was to cover myself up or even better that I'd never succumbed to the crazy notion of dressing up in her undies in the first place.
'There's something missing...I know! Your cock has gone soft; make it hard for me, Henry. I want to see it filling my panties the way it did before you knew I was watching you.' Annabelle commanded as she pointed at my shrivelled cock. 'Come on, Henry, play with it and make it really big and hard...really hard, surely you're still enough of a man to get a hard-on! I want to see your erection trying to bore a hole through my knickers! Do it! ‘
I was so embarrassed that for a moment I remained motionless. My knees felt as if they were made of rubber and my hands were shaking and I didn't know what to do. I was so shocked that Annabelle sounded so dominant and so much in control of the embarrassing situation that I stood helplessly unable to move. 
Annabelle stepped up close and wrapped a hand around my limp cock, through the material of her panties, and gave it a couple of very hard squeezes and I felt it begin to respond. She used her free hands to smack my bottom hard and the pain seemed to flow straight to my groin making my cock grow even stiffer. She took my hand and put it over my tackle. 
'Go ahead; make it good and hard for me!' She said very sternly. 
Annabelle has always been rather bossy and can make the strongest man tremble with her whiplash tongue but she'd never acted that way with me before. However I was quick to realise that the woman facing me was firmly in control and brooked no resistance and I'd better do as she wanted if I wanted to preserve my marriage. A weird, previously unknown, sensation swept through me. I dearly wanted to please her although I didn't like her new persona and actually feared it but that seemed to make it even more arousing!
I stroked my limp cock tentatively, still feeling very exposed and very vulnerable. My penis, which had hardened somewhat, when she'd stroked it and spanked my bottom, showed no signs of becoming any harder even though I was squeezing and stroking it vigorously.
'Come on! What kind of man or should I say woman are you, Henry, or should it be Henrietta?' Annabelle barked harshly, obviously very annoyed that I wasn't getting an instant hard-on when she'd ordered that I do so. 'You didn't seem to have any trouble when you were on your own, you Wanker!'
Try as hard as I might I couldn't get it up. My wife watching me defeated the excitement I felt from wearing the undies. Again I wished that I could disappear through the floor. No doubt frustrated by my inability to do as she wanted Annabelle pushed my hand away and firmly grabbed my limp cock, through the material, and, as if she was leading a dog, she pulled me toward the bed. She turned me around and pushed me face down on the bed and, before I could defend myself, she started smacking my bottom very hard. She did this four times, on each buttock, before she pulled me up to a seating position. My bottom was stinging like mad but the heat had spread to my groin and I discovered that my cock was now fully erect and throbbing wildly.
'That's better; it's obvious that you respond well to chastisement. I promise that I will do my best to give you plenty. Sit down, Bitch!' Annabelle ordered. 
Like a naughty child I sat the edge of the bed and held my breath waiting to see what would happen next. My heart was racing and I was breathing through my mouth. My bottom felt as if it was on fire but my cock was as hard as it had ever been and was twitching like crazy.
'Undress me, Hen!' She ordered. 
I didn't react fast enough for her and she slapped my face twice then grabbed my hand and put it on her chest. Not only was I terrified but my cheeks and bottom were now stinging painfully reminding me that she meant what she'd said. Carefully I began by undoing the buttons of her blouse but my hands shook so much that it took me ages before I was able to remove the garment. 
'Come on; get on with it, Bitch! Undo my bra!' Annabelle hissed impatiently as she turned her back to me. 
Again it took me ages and when I'd finally managed to undo the hooks she turned to face me and slowly lowered her bra, in a coquettish way, to display her marvellous boobs. 
'Do you like my tits, Hen? Don't you wish you had a pair like these?’ She asked, dropping the bra and cupping her pear shaped boobs and lifting them up so that the nipples were pointing at me. 
Annabelle's breasts are not as firm as when we got married but they are still very sensuous and are tipped with very thick nipple and bumpy aureoles. She continued cupping her breasts and lewdly squeezing the fleshy orbs and tweaking the nipples with her fingertips. As I watched, without blinking, she lifted her breasts all the way up and began to blow gently on the nipples causing them to stiffen even more. She ordered me to keep undressing her and to be quick about it. I pulled down her skirt and got it all entangled and she released her boobs and viciously slapped both my cheeks and told me I was clumsy. Unlike the one's I was wearing Annabelle's panties were sheer, tiny and very sexy and as I started to slide them down the pungent aroma of her sexual arousal filled my nostrils. 
'I didn't give you permission to pull them down!' Annabelle shrieked as she slapped me hard across the face.
'Sorry!' I responded meekly. I dropped my hands to my side and looked down at the carpet like a chastened schoolboy. 
I was stunned speechless, more by my submissive response than by the pain. My wife was making me feel like a naughty schoolboy but the weird thing was that my cock was fully erect and throbbing like crazy as it strained against the front of the panties, I was wearing. The pain instead of making me angry was acting as an aphrodisiac.
'Pull them down with your teeth, Henrietta!' Annabelle commanded harshly.
I looked up at her face, to see if she really meant it, and her expression left me in no doubt that she was deadly serious. I sank down to my knees. I was confused as I tried to work out how I was going to do what she wanted.  My eyes were glued to the crotch of her panties because I could see that it was very damp, as it clung to the prominent mound. I twisted my head to the side and closed my teeth on the elasticised waistband of the tiny garment but she pushed my head away before I could tug them down. 
'Since you like panties so much, lick them clean for me, Bitch!' She ordered.
Like a trained animal I responded by pushing my open lips against the damp crotch. I felt her hands on the back of my head mashing my face very hard against her sex mound. Keeping her grip on my hair she guided my face where she wanted it. 
'Suck my cunt juices!' She snarled as she ground her sex mound against my mouth.
I'd never before heard her use such obscene language and it shocked me. The command plus the strong aroma filling my nostrils had its effect on my libido. I stuck the tip of my tongue out and touched the damp cloth and started tonguing then sucking her juices through the material. The slimy cream was very strong tasting and rather tart and very abundant.
'That's it eat my cunt, Bitch! You don't know how long I've wanted to have you like this, kneeling at my feet. I wish all our friends could be here. I'm sick and tired of you pretending that you're such a macho man. Now we know that you're just a big girl, aren't you, Hen? A big girl who's discovered her place which is to serve her Mistress!' She hissed as I sucked and licked all around her crotch. 
I knew that she didn't require an answer and continued working on her sex but this earned me another four smacks which didn't stop me snaking my tongue around the leg opening to make contact with her pubic hairs which were dotted with globules of pussy cream. I collected it on my tongue and swallowed it as if it was the most delicious ambrosia.
‘Enough Bitch! This is not for your enjoyment!' Annabelle announced as she pushed my head back. 
I looked up at this stern woman, with fear in my soul. 
'Now pull my panties all the way down!' She commanded her voice heavy with lust.
I responded by grabbing the waistband with my teeth again and pulling them down as far as I could before finishing disrobing her with my hands.
'Stand up and take off those ridiculous panties and slip the panties you’ve just taken off on. Be quick about it!’ Annabelle requested sternly. 
My wife was standing with her legs apart so that I could see the pink slit of her sex which was partly open allowing the pink nodule of her clitoris to aggressively poke out. I stood up and quickly got rid of the pair, I was wearing. I pretended that I was reluctant to pick up the soiled garment but a shiver of ecstasy swept through me as I slipped the garment around my ankles then somehow managed to wriggle them up my legs. I took a quick look in the mirror before turning to face her. I saw my raging erection perfectly outlined by her flimsy panties with the head poking out of the top. When Annabelle made a circular motion with her hand I obediently spun around and let her study my bottom clad in her panties.
'Well at least your bottom is tight and hard-looking, Bitch. Oh how I wish that I had a big cock so that I could take you like a man. I would ram my cock into your tight arse and have you squealing like a pig but you'd love it and would push back so that I could get my cock even deeper inside your arsehole!' She said. 'Now come here, Henrietta!'
I turned around and saw that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her legs wide apart. Her pussy was open and very juicy looking. The inner flesh was plainly visible and was startling pink against the paleness of her skin. Her expression was stern as she pointed to her mound and, immediately understanding what was expected of me, I sank to my knees. Not giving her the chance to yank my hair again I mashed my mouth tightly against her pussy and my tongue had no trouble finding its way through the slick, steamy folds of flesh. I eagerly began licking her sopping pussy and dipping my tongue into the tight, juice-filled hole savouring the nectar flowing from it which I swallowed before going back for more. My cock was straining so hard against the sheer material of Annabelle's panties that I was sure that at any moment the flimsy garment would tear allowing my erection the freedom it was striving for.
'Eat me! Suck my dirty cunt, Bitch! Suck the spunk you left in my cunt last night!' Annabelle demanded. 'Lick my clit! Make it good otherwise I'll whip your bottom and leave marks for everyone to see! I think I will do that anyhow so that everyone can see who the real boss in this family is.'
I would have never believed that I would even attempt to suck my own semen from her sex but suddenly I wanted to do that more than anything in the world.
I felt her hard clitoris bumping against my upper lip and concentrated the tip of my tongue on it and began to flick it from side to side and, judging by her reaction, she was soon hovering on the brink of an orgasm. I clamped the small nodule between my lips as her thighs closed around my head and kept me prisoner.
'Yes! Yes! Yes!' She screamed. 'Suck it, suck my cunt, Bitch! Suck your Mistress’s cunt!'
I felt a massive orgasm sweep through her body as I fought to keep her swollen clitoris wedged between my lips. I continued teasing the tip with my tongue even though the way her hips were rocking and her bottom bouncing off the bed it wasn't easy to keep my mouth glued to her sex. The whole experience was making me so horny that I would have dearly loved to masturbate, while my mouth was filling with her creamy juice. When she couldn't stand the pleasure anymore she yanked my head away from her pussy. 
'Enough!' She hissed fighting for breath. 'That's enough for now!' 
When her orgasm had faded she sat up. 
'That wasn't bad for a dirty little T.V. bitch! I know you can only get better with the proper training and I warn you I intend bringing you up to scratch even though it may mean me having to beat the shit out of you. Stand up!'
I jumped to my feet and stood before my wife, sporting a raging hard-on, which strained the thin silk panties. I couldn't remember it ever being harder or longer. She went to the wardrobe and came back with our Polaroid camera and, though I protested, she took three photos of me in her panties then put the camera down and came to me.
'Well at least your cock is adequate.' She announced.
She reached forward and closed her hand around it and pushed it sideways so that it was totally enclosed and began rubbing through the material. She grinned lewdly at the excited expression on my face. The sensation of the silk rubbing against my sensitive cock was quite unbelievable. Using her free hand she rained a series of hard smacks on my bottom and in no time at all I felt my balls tighten and my spunk blasted out and with each smack I pumped more and more into the panties. I felt dizzy and weak-kneed as the sticky goo swamped the sheer material and began oozing through it. All too soon the pleasure began to subside. A thin trail of sticky spunk began trickling down one of my legs. I stepped back when my cock began to be so sensitive that it was almost painful to let her continue stroking it. The move earned me very hard smacks on my bottom for having had the temerity of pulling away. I stood shaking all over, catching my breath and looking from my shrinking cock to the grinning Annabelle then back to my groin. When my breathing steadied, and my head cleared at last, I fumbled with the waistband of the spunk-soaked panties, intending to take them off.
'No! Don't you dare! Who gave you permission?' Annabelle screamed jumping up to her feet and I could see that her eyes were flashing brightly with anger. 'Leave them on, Bitch!'
'They're soaked and it feels uncomfortable.' I said, perplexed by her order.
'I want you to keep them on because it will help you to remember that you've acquired a Mistress and that from now on her word is law. You will also learn how women have to go around with men's spunk dribbling out of their sex when it's most inappropriate. Now get dressed but keep the panties on!' My wife instructed.
'Yes, Annabelle!' I meekly responded.
She picked my leather belt and brought it down twice very hard on my vulnerable bottom. 
'Who the hell gave you permission to call me Annabelle? To you I'm Mistress Annabelle! Do you understand?' She shrieked as she brought the leather belt down again on my flaming bottom. 
Annabelle seemed possessed as she continued whipping my behind. It hurt like hell but strangely at the same time it made me feel horny again. I think she landed at least eight lashes on each buttock and, by the time the last one landed, my cock was fully erect again. My almost immediate recovery was the first time it had ever happened and it astounded me. 
'Do you understand? To you, my little bitch, I'm not Annabelle...I'm Mistress Annabelle! Do you understand, you miserable cockroach?' She hissed, as the belt connected with my erection.
'Yes...yes...Mistress Annabelle.' I screamed as indescribable pain enveloped my penis and testicles. 
'Les and Dorothy are coming around later and you will wear my panties under your trousers to remind you of your new status!'
'I'm supposed to meet Bryan this afternoon to go to the match.' I bleated.
'I'm not bloody interested. You'd better be here when they come otherwise I will show them the photos and tell them all about you wanking in my knickers and you know that Dorothy will have it spread around the neighbourhood within five minutes of returning home.' She screamed as she slapped first my right cheek then my left.
 My face and bottom were stinging and my tackle was throbbing like mad as swiftly I slipped into my clothes. The wads of spunk clinging to the panties made it very sticky and uncomfortable but I've got to admit that I still liked how they looked as they clung to my cock which was again straining against them. Annabelle also got dressed. 
The reason she’d come home was that her mother had phoned her mobile and told her that she’d been invited to a garden party and that she would see Annabelle the following weekend.
We went downstairs and she acted as if nothing untoward had happened. I phoned Bryan and, not surprisingly, he was pissed off when I told him something urgent had come up and I wouldn't be able to make it. I couldn't tell him the real reason could I! 
 Les and Dorothy arrived late in the afternoon and we had tea. I was very conscious of the panties sticking to me in the front and ridding up between my buttocks so that the material chaffed my bum hole and testicles but, even though it was painful, my cock stayed hard the all time our friends were there.
As soon as our friends departed Annabelle ordered me to take my clothes off. I eagerly complied as the soiled panties had been really uncomfortable and I was glad to get them off. As fast as I could I got rid of my shirt, shoes and trousers and stood in front of my wife wearing only her panties.
'Look at that mess!' Annabelle exclaimed as she stared at the way the panties were clinging to my erection. The front was covered in caked, dry spunk. 'Take off them off and give them to me. Be quick about it!'
I peeled the soggy panties off and stepped out of them aware that the front was still damp from the almost constant leaking from my cock. I handed them to her and she examined her soiled underwear and looked angrily at me.
'Come here, Bitch!' She ordered. 'Kneel down in front of me. How dare you dirty my undies this way?'
I sank down on my knees, hanging my head with embarrassment till I felt her hands raising my face.
'Open your mouth, Henrietta.' She said quietly but sternly.
I opened my mouth slightly. 
'Wider, open your mouth wider, Bitch!' She demanded as her hand squeezed my cheeks cruelly.
I did as she ordered and she stuffed the crotch of the panties into my mouth, I gagged as she continued to cram more in.
'Now suck all that filthy spunk off, Bitch!' She ordered while still holding my face.
I was so scared but, at the same time, was so desperate to please her that I did as she'd ordered. I began to suck on the wad of silk in my mouth and discovered that the flavour was salty and a lot stronger than her pussy juice. I hoped that it wouldn't make me feel sick. She made me chew and suck on the stained panties for a long time before she yanked them from my mouth and rubbed them all over my face. She ordered me to sit on the settee then took the soiled garment and wrapped it around her right hand and ran it lightly over my thighs spending a long time teasing me by avoiding contact with my cock, which had returned to its full erect state. She fondled my testicles before wrapping her panties-covered hand around my raging hard-on and began pistoning her hand up and down the rigid shaft. The sensation of the silk on my skin was just incredible causing me to lift my bottom off the seat as she increased the speed.
'Aaaarrrgghh! I'm coming!' I cried out as I felt that unstoppable rise of sperm towards release. Seeing the first jet of spunk splashing against the material, which she'd wrapped around the knob, was the most sensational feeling in the world. With her free hand Annabelle was squeezing my balls as I continued to pump out my spunk and it was the most intense, mind blowing orgasm I'd ever had. Gradually the twitching in my cock subsided. After squeezing the last drop from my deflating cock and, before I realised what she was going to do, she slipped the very wet and sticky panties back on me. It was awful.  She told me that I had to wear them for the rest of the day as a punishment for being such a bad girl. I didn't argue although it was really horrible however as I moved about the house I couldn't stop running my hands over the front of my trousers and soon felt my cock once again erecting. I'd never felt more virile and potent which was strange because I'd been so humiliated. 
I know that what I've just described isn't the first time seeing my wife with another man but it was the start of my transition from a normal man to a pretty transvestite which eventually led to the Blessed Perversion. Please be patient as I'm getting there.
I became a meek sex slave to Mistress Annabelle's increasingly kinky demands. 
We bought feminine undies and dresses which fitted me. I have to keep my body completely clean-shaven including my legs and pubes and, whenever we're at home, I have to dress up as a French maid and serve my Mistress as an obedient servant should. Since that day I've never had sexual intercourse with her although she lets me suck her off if I please her and invariably it makes me come off in my panties which I then have to continue wearing. Daily she finds reasons to punish me. She has bought a series of fearful instruments to chastise me with. Intense pain also makes me ejaculate.
I have to make a point before proceeding. 
Relishing wearing women's clothes does not make a man a homosexual what it does do is makes me feel more fulfilled, virile and horny while being punished makes me feel both aroused and loved. I know it doesn't make sense.
One day Mistress Annabelle said that I'd become boring because I was so docile. She reminded me that I'd been her first and only lover and that she'd often wondered what it would be like to make love with another man and now, that she'd trained me, she'd decided that it was about time she had some fun with other men and find out what she'd been missing.
You can imagine my state of mind when I realised that she meant it. I'd never told her that I'd wondered what it would be like to see her with another man however my fantasy had been based on me being in control but this was no longer the option. I was scared and totally devastated and begged and pleaded but she was adamant that it was the right time to experiment. 
The night I'm about to describe was the first time Annabelle brought a man home with the express purpose of making love with him in front of me. 
Surprisingly she'd chosen an older man and not a young stud. 
I'll never forget the shame and embarrassment when I opened the door to let them in and the way he looked at me, for a long time, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. I was wearing my French maid outfit. Thankfully he didn't say anything but the smile playing at the corners of his mouth was even more devastating than words. After I'd served them drinks she banished me to the corner. She put some music on and performed an almost professional striptease. Needless to say that I had a huge erection straining the sheer panties I was wearing.
As if I'd wanted to torture myself further I never took my eyes away from them. 
I will never be able to wipe the image from my memory when I saw Michael reach for Annabelle and she readily came into his arms. She was stark naked but he was still fully dressed and the contrast made the scene more erotic, more obscene and very much more painful. They kissed and Annabelle's large breasts were flattened against his chest. I saw her fingers groping for his cock and, judging from the large bulge twitching behind the front of his trousers, it was definitively responding by getting very stiff. She undid the zip and it sprang out into the open. She wrapped her hand around it and masturbated it slowly, using all her fingers to squeeze and stroke it. I noted that she made sure I could see everything.
Yes it was very exciting but it was also heartbreaking. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched my wife seducing another man.
Michael's hand slipped down to her pussy. Annabelle spread her thighs wide apart to give him easy access. It was clear that my wife loved the way his blunt fingernails were lightly scratching the folds of her pussy and, to make sure I knew it, she looked at me with a victorious smile playing on her full lips.
Although she'd become very dominant with me I was still very surprised that my wife could act so uninhibitedly with a stranger, she'd only met less than an hour before in a bar. 
As Michael fingered her pussy, sliding his middle finger deep inside her wet hole, her thick pussy juices flooded out to coat his hand. The wicked pair kept this up for some time then they broke apart so that she could help him undress. For a man of his age he was in good shape and his cock was a little longer than mine but much thicker and looked as hard as a steel bar. 
Comparing his equipment to mine increased my jealousy and made me feel even more inadequate. Although my body was aroused I felt wretched. 
'You have a marvellous pussy, Annabelle, it's so wet and sticky yet it feels so tight. Would I be correct in assuming that the...the thing in the corner is not adequate to your needs and what you need is a real man to give you the fucking you deserve?' I heard him say as his fingers squeezed her plump pussy.
Hearing him calling me a thing momentarily put some steel in my spine but one look from Mistress Annabelle put me firmly back in my lowly place.
'How perceptive of you Michael. Do...do you really like my pussy being so tight? I love the way you're making it so wet and I'm sure your big cock will love it when it slides through all that thick cream, it will...won't it...it will slide all the way up my adulterous cunt...won't it?' She asked coyly.
'I do like your tight married pussy, Annabelle, I really do and can't wait to feel it flexing around my cock.' He growled as he led her to the sofa. 
They sat side by side and turned to face each other with her left leg over his lap so that her pussy was fully accessible to his fingering, as she continued to play with his large cock. She was squeezing hard as her fingers flew up and down the shaft. Her other hand had slipped under him and was cupping his large dangling testicles. Meanwhile he'd inserted two fingers into Annabelle's pussy and the wet noises they made as they slipped back and forth excited and distressed me, at the same time because it made it clear that my wife was very aroused by what he was doing to her.
Annabelle broke their kiss and looked down at her pussy. 
'Why don't you scoop up some of that juice and smear it all over my titties, Michael?' She lewdly suggested. 
I wondered what was making her act like a slut. Of course I knew that she wanted to make me suffer by vocalising her seduction to make me feel even more wretched. A little spark of triumph sustained me. ‘Mistress-know-all’ didn't realise that she was making my most enduring fantasy come to life.
I watched his fingers scooping out her profuse pussy juices which he examined and even tasted before massaging it all over her breasts until her nipples were as hard as bullets. When he'd finished her breasts glistened wetly. I knew what the next step would be because she'd made me do it so many times since having enslaved me.
'Suck my boobs, Michael, lick me clean, lover. Lick my pussy juice from my titties. I really would like that! I can tell that tonight it will be very sweet because, at long last, I'm with a real man!'
She was in a state of high arousal and part of it I'm sure was because I was watching.
Michael licked and sucked her breasts until they were shiny with his saliva. He really seemed to like the taste. Slipping down to her knees she collected a dollop of her pussy juices and smeared it over his rock-hard cock before she guided it into her mouth. I watched her licking off all the pussy juices before she took the large knob deep into her mouth. 
There it was! 
My wife with a mouthful of another man's cock! 
Was it as exciting as I'd imagined? 
More so!
I could see that the man was struggling to keep control as her lips slid up and down his cock. She was taking almost half of it inside her mouth while stroking her clitoris with her free hand. Michael was pinching her hard nipples, between his fingertips, as if he was trying to screw them off. Her mouth moved away from his cock and slipped down to his balls and sucked on them before opening as wide as it could get to suck them in then spitting them out. Her right hand continued jerking up and down his cock as she pulled her mouth away from his balls and took the tip of his cock firmly between her lips and sucked it in until almost three quarters of his cock had disappeared from view and I heard her gag before she pulled back.
'Oh, Michael...I love your cock even if it's too big for me. It's so hard and so big not like Henrietta's miserable appendage.' Annabelle said as her fingers continued to stroke the saliva-coated shaft. 'I can't wait to have it inside me. It's the biggest one I've ever seen and maybe it won't be able to get inside but I'll die trying! I've never had a real man inside me and my cunt is just dripping with the need to have it all the way inside.' She was looking directly at me when she said this.
I knew she was exaggerating to make me suffer.
Michael pulled her up and kissed her fiercely on the mouth then he lowered her on the carpet, on hands and knees. Cheekily she wriggled her bottom at him as if daring him to take her right then and there. It was an extremely erotic sight because the sex lips were half opened so that I could see the fat outer lips and the inner pinker folds glistening with her pussy juices. Her inner thighs were slick with wetness and the star-shaped anus was also glistening from the juices which had flooded out of her pussy.
He fell to his knees and his hands pushed her thighs further apart. She rested her head on her folded arms while sticking her bottom up in the air, as he studied her cunt. The expression on his face was like a wild animal which had been starved. He licked his lips as he studied her pussy then scooped up some of her sex cream and brought it to his mouth. I saw him savouring it as if it had been an exotic dessert then he scooped out some more and smeared it all over the inside of her buttocks and over the star-shaped anus.
'My God, Annabelle, you have a beautiful but very hungry-looking cunt and my hard cock is already in love with it. I can't wait to feel that slick flesh clutching it. Mind you your arsehole is equally tempting although I don't think it could cope with a cock as large as mine. Well perhaps later!'
'I want that too, Michael, I really do but please lick me first... please Michael lick my naughty pussy and virgin arsehole before you fuck them!'
He leant forward and she shivered as the warmth of his breath flowed over her exposed pussy. His cock was twitching wildly and from its tip a long strand of clear liquid swayed and danced. He grabbed hold of my wife's buttocks, with his two hands, and squeezed them so hard that his fingerprints glowed redly on the creamy flesh. Annabelle moaned with excitement. I watched him breathing in deeply as his nose slipped along the cleft of her bottom before his tongue traced the same path. This man was a connoisseur and now I understood why she'd chosen and older man rather than a young stud. A younger man would have been more interested in his pleasure than hers.
Annabelle squealed as she pushed her buttocks closer to his face. He spread them with his hands and delicately touched the rim of her anus with the tip of his long tongue and circling the small rosette leaving it glistening wetly as it opened and closed, like an hungry mouth. He waited till it opened again and buried his very long tongue into the hole, as far as it would go, and her buttocks flexed and I knew that she was responding, to the obscene penetration, by squeezing her sphincter muscles around it.
One of his hands was sensuously moving from one dangling breast to the other, pinching the erect nipples until they were so engorged that like overripe fruits they seemed on the point of bursting open. Three fingers of the other hand were disappearing deeper inside Annabelle's pussy while his tongue continued to twist inside her anal passage. 
My wife was in the throes of such ecstasy that it bordered on madness as the tongue squirmed in her bottom while fingers pinched first one then the other nipple. The fingers drove in and out of her wet cunt rhythmically pulling out more pussy juices so it was no wonder that he was taking her to the edge of an orgasm, again and again. Each time she was ready to pop he stopped leaving her wailing and moaning, begging and pleading to be allowed to climax but he took no notice of her pleas. He took his fingers out of her cunt and smeared her wetness all over his erect cock then pressed the hard shaft up the cleft between her rounded buttocks.
'Oh...it's so hard...so smooth and I can feel it throbbing! I want it! I need it all the way inside my cunt!' Annabelle blurted out.
She was pushing her buttocks back so that his cock rode up and down the crease and the swollen head surged across the anal ring, again and again making me wonder whether, despite his earlier verbal assumption that she couldn't take anything as big as his cock, he would try to take her that way. 
He pulled back and bent down and drove his tongue as deep as he could into her open anus again, as if greasing it in anticipation of penetration. Annabelle whimpered ecstatically as she felt the tongue again wiggling deep into her bottom and pushed back as if trying to engulf even more of it into her anus.
I've got to tell you that I was shocked. Annabelle had been adamant, the first and only time I'd tried, that she regarded anything to do with anal stimulation as obscene, dirty and a definite no-no. Why then was she obviously revelling in the lewdness of what he was doing to her?
Michael was snorting like a pig as his tongue rooted inside her rectal passage while from her open pussy a steady trickle of love juices dangled before breaking free and splashing down on the carpet. Finally he pulled his tongue out, of her tight anus, and I saw that it was all red and shiny with saliva and opening and closing like a mouth begging to be filled. He manoeuvred Annabelle so that she was sitting on the edge of the sofa with her legs raised in the air. He knelt in front of her and spread the pink lips of her cunt wide open with his fingertips. I've always thought that her sex resembles an exotic, tropical plant and no more so than that night. The plump outer lips were folded back to reveal the even more sensational brilliantly coral, inner folds. Her pubic hairs were matted by his saliva and pussy juices and her clitoris was extended out of its hood, a good half inch long bright pink and shiny. Then her pussy was obscured when he bent his head but I could just make out that he was flicking his tongue across the tip of her clitoris. Her body twisted and jerked, from side to side. She was whimpering with ecstasy.
'Do that again...please! I love it! Do it...please don't stop!' She whimpered.
Her eyes were closed and she was gulping air into her lungs, like a landed fish, as he whipped her clitoris with the tip of his tongue and her body shuddered as if it had been subjected to an electric current. He covered her cunt with his mouth and I heard him sucking and licking while he thrust his tongue repeatedly inside her pussy. It seemed as, like me, he found the taste of her pussy juices irresistible and couldn't get enough of it. He thrust his tongue all the way inside her pussy and left it there while he noisily sucked more of her juices into his mouth. I could see a trickle of her juices winding down his chin and it was so obscene that it made me sick with jealousy.
Annabelle pushed her pussy hard against his face as if to make sure that his tongue would penetrate as far as it could inside her. He pulled his mouth away so that he could take her clitoris between his lips again. I knew that he was lashing its tip with his tongue by the way she reacted.
'I'm...I'm going to come...oh yes I'm coming! Don't stop...please don't stop...don't ever stoooppp!' Annabelle shrieked as Michael continued sucking on her clitoris. 
Her body bucked upward and, from the way her thighs were gripping his head forcing his face tighter against her pussy, I could tell that she was really on the verge of climaxing as she held onto his head. Her whole body shuddered violently. 
'Aaaarrrggghhh!!! Yes...yes...I'm coming...cooommmiiinnnggg!' She screamed at the top of her lungs.
She was still thrusting and twisting her cunt against his face acting like a woman gone insane with lust. She was climaxing and it lasted a long time.
'Oh, Michael... I want to be fucked now...I can't wait. Please will you...will you shove your big cock into my married cunt. Please...please I beg you do something...fuck me...fill me with your spunk...I need it!'  She screamed as she came down from her peak.
She was acting like a bitch on heat a bitch who wanted a cock in her cunt and it didn't matter whose. This was what I'd fantasised about but it wasn't the way I’d envisaged it. In my fantasy I'd been in control and she should have been doing things with her lover for my delectation. In real life she was doing it for her pleasure and to punish me and to reinforce her control.
Annabelle twisted and pushed him away then slipped down on the carpet where she positioned herself on hands and knees, with her head resting on the edge of the sofa. Reaching back, with her hands, she obscenely spread her buttocks and arched her back like a bitch waiting to be fucked. I'd never ever seen her acting so obscenely and submissively. I'm sure that she was partly doing it for my benefit.
Michael knelt behind her. Holding his large cock, in his right hand, he rubbed the leaking cockhead up and down the valley between her buttocks. The bulb pressed against her anus as if he intended taking her the back way. She'd never been taken that way before and I was praying that he wouldn't be the first as it was something I'd always wanted to do. 
How naive can one be?
Her cunt was wide open and leaking profusely as he guided his cockhead between the lips. He gave a mighty shove and his cock vanished up into her wet pussy, to the hilt. I gave a sigh of relief as she screamed in ecstasy. The scream was partly strangled in her throat. The force of his entry caused her hanging tits to be squashed against the sofa. Michael began fucking her hard pushing his cock in and pulling it out so that only the head stayed buried in her wetness at the end of each stroke. She was swaying her body back and forth as the large cock slid in and out of her sucking cunt. He held on to her meaty hips as she bucked and thrust back to meet each thrust of his cock. She sneaked a hand beneath her kneeling body and pinched and rubbed her clitoris in time with his cock seesawing in and out of her cunt.
'Fill my cunt!' She cried out. 'Fill my cunt with your spunk! Keep fucking me, Michael...I'm coming!' Annabelle screamed as she exploded in a wild climax which seemed to tear through her body with the force of a hurricane. She continued screaming at the top of her lungs between gasping for air. She'd never reacted so wildly when we'd made love. It was another nail in my coffin so to speak.
When she came down from her peak she reached back and clutched his testicles as he kept on pumping his cock into her spasming cunt. 
'Come...come inside my mouth...oh please, Michael, come in my mouth. Oh God Michael you're making me come so hard that it feel as if my body is exploding into a million little pieces! I want to suck your cock...Oooohhh! Please I really need to suck your cock and taste your spunk!' I want to be your woman and have your spunk inside my belly.'
She wiggled her bottom, so that his cock slipped out of her cunt, then swiftly turned and clamped her mouth over his hard cock. Her fingers cupped his testicles while the middle finger teased his anus. She didn't seem to care that his cock was heavily coated with her cunt juices. Michael displayed remarkable control though Annabelle sucked his cock like a vacuum cleaner. Her tongue furiously whipped his cockhead but he managed to resist ejaculating then, despite her protests, he pulled it out of her mouth. He made her assume the kneeling position again. Spreading her buttocks he guided the cockhead against the winking anus and, before she had time to realise what he was going to do, I saw him bracing himself then, with a mighty thrust, he drove his large cock up to the hilt into her anus. 
My wife screamed as if she was being torn in two. He chuckled as he paused as if to allow her to become used to having something so thick wedged in her bottom. She was sobbing and crying but she was rubbing her clitoris and only a few seconds seem to pass before she exploded in an orgasm so violent that his cock was almost ejected from her anus.
'Oh don't take it out...it hurts...don't take it out! Push it in deeper...fuck my arse! Oh God I love your big cock...I can't get enough...fuck me with it...fuck my arse...it's the first time...I'm coming again!' I'm no longer a virgin...you've taken it!'  Annabelle squealed.
She threw her bottom back so that her rectal passage engulfed his cock to the hilt again. It caused her buttocks to slap noisily against his thighs so that his cock was buried in her bottom, as far as it would go.
'Oh I love your cock... love your cock in my arse! You're the first...the very first. I'm so glad I had something to give you that no one else has had!' My wife blurted out to the stranger. 
She kept babbling as she humped her arse back. Her head was swinging from side to side. Her arsehole clutched his cock as if afraid that it would withdraw before she’d had her fill of it. 
'Don't stop...please don't stop...oooohhh don't stop! Fuck my arse...it's yours...only yours forever!' She kept screaming.
His buttocks were clenching and, from the expression on his face, I realised that he was ejaculating. His spunk was jetting from his cock deep inside my wife's arse as tears rolled down my face but my cock was as hard as iron. She screamed loudly as she shuddered into another orgasm, which left her limp and exhausted. His cock fell out of her bottom but was temporarily joined to it by a silvery strand before it broke. He moved back and I had a perfect view of her open anus with his bubbling sperm filling it. 
I'd dreamt about her being with another man for so long but the reality was heartbreaking and cruel. Another man had taken what should have been mine alone.
What came after is even worse!
'Get behind me, Hen, and suck that spunk from my arsehole!' Annabelle ordered.
There was no way I would ever do such a thing. Who the hell did she think she was, I thought, even as my body lifted from the chair and I got on all fours like a cur. I crawled behind her. My hands spread her buttocks as I plastered my mouth over her twinkling anus and seconds later masses of thick, salty spunk was filling my mouth. I choked as I began swallowing it. Tears were trickling down my cheeks as I realised just how far I'd fallen.
That was the start but it has gone from bad to worse. 
Nowadays Annabelle's like a nymphomaniac who can't get enough depraved sex. She brings men home two or three times a week. I've been beaten up by some, forced to give one or two a blow-job to get them ready for Annabelle and, one brute more vicious than the others, even sodomised me much to my wife's delight. I'm beaten frequently yet I'm the happiest man in the world while at the same time the most wretched!'
It was clear that the man was crying as he returned to his seat leaving his audience stunned by his frankness.