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   Pussy Whipped



   part2



   By Anon



   Author's Note:
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This is a sexually graphic story about consenting adults & is meant solely
for ADULT readers enjoyment.  If you should not have possession of this
file, why are you reading this?

  
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   In part 1, Jim & Lisa's marriage went through considerable changes.  Jim
took Lisa on a camping trip with his buddies & Lisa ended up fucking at
least one, & sucking another.  Lisa also insisted on oral sex from Jim
afterwards & this part opens the next day.

  
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   I woke up early Sunday morning to the smell of bacon cooking on the
campfire. A smell that brings a smile to my face & a warm feeling inside.
My wife Lisa was still sleeping by my side as I started to move about, when
I realized I had a lot of dried cum on my body.  Reality came crashing
through my brain as I remembered the events of the night before.  How was I
going to face my friends now?  I debated waking Lisa up, but quickly
decided we wouldn't have any privacy & I really needed to talk to her
privately.  I thought about going back to sleep, to escape reality, but
knew I couldn't.  I wanted to just pack up & leave, with or without my
wife, but doing so would just make matters worse.  I really did love her,
even if her actions put me in such an awkward position.  I finally decided
that I'm going to have to deal with this situation sooner or later, so I
pulled on a pair of shorts & went outside to see who was cooking.



   It was Paul.  An image flashed through my mind of him stroking himself
while watching Lisa perform adulterous acts with Bob & Tom.  He just said
"Yo, dude".



   I replied, "What's up?", then said "Nevermind.." As I tried to shake the
image from my head.  He looked at me for a second & busted out laughing.  I
was turning red with embarrassment, when Paul said "Well, you still have a
sense of humor!" I started laughing with him realizing what I said.  Then
he said "Jim, I'm surprised how well you're dealing with this.  I've always
had this fantasy with Cindy", his wife, "but when I saw you outside our
tent watching Lisa, my first reaction was fear.  I didn't know how you were
going to react." I didn't think anyone saw me.  Paul continued, while
smirking, "But when you started shuddering out there like you were
cumming....." I was very red now, not only was I seen watching my wife
fucking, but I was also seen cumming from the sight! "You did
cum....'didn't you'?" Paul asked.  "I don't want to talk about this right
now, Paul...., & the bacon's burning!" I responded.



   He shifted his attention back to the campfire.  The bacon wasn't
burning, but I bought some time & changed the subject.  So I thought. 
While tending to breakfast, he started grilling me again.  "All I can say,
Jim, is that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen.  Like I said,
I'd love to see Cindy perform like that.  It's one of our hottest
fantasies. I don't think I could live it out, let alone eat her out
after......" I just stood there shaking my head 'No'.  Paul was smirking
while attending to the fire & glancing my way every now & then, when he
said "You did eat Lisa last night...," pausing while checking my reactions.
"We all heard, ya know....  And besides, you"re still wearing the
evidence... so don't bother denying it," he chuckled.  I had never been so
humiliated in my life, & somehow my cock was getting hard.  "Maybe we
should bring Cindy next time.." It was the best response I could think of,
but it fell short.  Paul paused for a moment, but shrugged it off.



   I had lost my appetite & walked down to the lake.  I dove into the water
& swam around a little.  The water was cool, but I didn't feel very
refreshed.  I wanted a hot shower, a hot meal, my waterbed to sleep in, no
bugs, air-conditioning, Lisa, & most of all, the clock turned back.  I
climbed out of the water & dried off in the hot sun.  It was only about
9:00 a.m.  & already 85 degrees, & getting humid.  I was sweating before I
dried.  I still had to face Tom & Bob, & Lisa.  My head was clearing & I
decided to break camp.  It would only be a day early but I was going home.
I walked back to our campsite where Paul, Bob & Tom were eating breakfast &
Lisa was still asleep.  Awkward hello's were exchanged as I crawled into my
tent & just looked at my wife.



   She woke up as if my stare had somehow disturbed her sleep.  She smiled
up at me, and asked if any coffee was made.  "I think so..." I said.  "Why
don't you be a sweetheart & get me a cup?" I had ignored my own desire for
coffee, not wanting to engage in any talk with my so-called "friends", &
now my wife is asking me to get her a cup.  "OK, I'll be right back".



   I climbed out of the tent & went to the fire where Paul had a pot of hot
water & poured two cups of instant coffee.  The guys were just sitting
around not saying anything.  It was a very awkward silence.  My buddies & I
were almost constantly breaking each others balls about something, or about
nothing at all.  Just as I turned to go back to my tent, Paul asked, "Need
more 'cream'?".  That comment went through me like a lance.  In an instant,
my head whipped around & I was glaring at him.  He knew he really got to me
& just started chuckling. Bob & Tom were both trying to stifle their
laughter, with little success.  Now I felt real humiliated, not only did I
let him get to me but my buddies were laughing at me as well.  I realized
there was no easy way out & responded "Fuck you" & started laughing also. I
starting climbing back into my tent, muttering "assholes", "bastards", &
anything else that came to mind.  Which just made them laugh harder &
actually lightened my mood a little.



   Lisa was sitting on her sleeping bag & smiling as I came in.  She had
brushed her hair & gotten somewhat cleaned up while I was getting the
coffee.  She took the cup from my hand & took a quick sip, then asked "So
what's up?" while I laid down in front of her.  Reminded of what I said to
Paul earlier, I said, "Maybe you should rephrase that question".  She gave
me her evil little smile & started rubbing my crotch.  "Why?" she asked in
a sultry voice.



   I couldn't believe it, she is sitting in front of me with her legs
crossed in just a tee-shirt & pink panties looking as sexy as ever.  My
balls had a dull ache from the last couple nights of fucking & she's
getting me aroused again.  "You're blushing" she half asked.  My mind was
racing, she's been fucked more times in two nights than we usually do in a
week & she wants more!  She's become insatiable & I feel like I need a week
to recover.  I wasn't sure if she wanted to fuck or if she was just teasing
me, so I decided to try & turn the tables or at least change the subject. I
started carressing the inside of her thigh.  "I can't believe you're ready
to go again.  You must be sore from last night....How did that happen?" I
asked.  "How did 'what' happen?" she teased.  My cock was starting to stir
now.  She knew what I was asking, but she was going to make me say it.  I
decided to cut to the chase as my head was starting to pound & my cock was
betraying my hurt feelings in spite of sore balls.  "What made you decide
to fuck those guys?".  "Oh...'that'!?!" she was playing with words as well
as my growing erection.  "Yeah..'THAT' !?!" She sensed my gowing impatience
& climbed on top of me rubbing her panty covered cunt on the bulge in my
shorts.  Her hair was hanging down in my face as she said "Sure ya want to
know?.....I went out to use the um..  'ladies room' ..when I came back I
guess I was disoriented....I climbed into the wrong tent on top of
'you'.....but then I felt a really BIG bulge...uhhmm..."



   Her breathing started getting eratic as she related her story while dry
humping me & her cunt was getting real hot.  She rolled over, pulled her
panties off, pulled my shorts off, then climbed back on top of me impaling
herself with my cock.  She continued with her story while gyrating her hips
& fucking up & down on my hard cock.  "mmmm....it was so big.....I felt
real hot.... I lost...control.....it all happened so fast.....the next
thing I knew" She was really starting to fuck now, she was getting close, &
I was starting to feel real hot.  I reached down & started playing with her
engorged clit."It...was......inside.....uhhh....me
.....uhhhhhhhh.....uhhhhhhhh .....mmmm....YES!!!  oooohhh" she came, her
juices were soaking me.  She leaned down & we kissed & hugged for a while.
"I love you...." I said to her, wanting a response.  "Oh Jim..I love you
too....don't ever doubt that.........did you cum?..........why are you
blushing again?......well?" she asked.  I didn't want to answer either
question.  Embarrassed, I said "No,...Lisa....  I didn't....  I don't think
I can, ..........I think you've fucked me dry!" I was almost in a state of
tears.  I can't remember the last time I cried or was this close.  She then
dismounted & laid down next to me & started slowly stroking my cock.  I was
still rock hard & her warm hand felt so good.  She started teasing again,
"Is my pussy too loose from that BIG cock?  It's still sore, but I can't
wait to feel it again, mmmm, better get used to it 'little' man.  I loved
feeling soooo full.....  & he came so hard & deep, mmmm".  My head was
spinning & I felt like I was on fire.  She was going to 'make' me cum, or
kill me in the process & I was too HOT to care either way.  She kept
teasing, "Maybe you just need more nourishment, would you like that? 
...hmmm?  Would you like to lick me after another man uses my pussy?
.....Well???" That was it, she was pushing me right over the edge.  I
looked down as she was quickly stroking my cock & saw her ring finger going
up & down. The image of her hand stroking Tom's cock, forever etched in my
memory, flashed through my head as I yelled "YESSS!!!!" My cock head
flared, my balls felt like they were in a vise, but I was cumming, half
expecting to see blood shoot out.  Lisa continued stroking as my cock
pulsed several times, but nothing came out!!  Not until I drifted back to
earth & tried to survey the damage did I see any come at the end of my
cock. Lisa swabbed the come up with her finger & started rubbing it on my
lips.  "Looks like you need all the nourishment you can get!" as she
giggled like a little school girl.



   I was completely exhausted.  My heart was starting to calm down to a
mild roar.  Lisa pulled on her panties & was starting to leave the tent
when I called to her "Lisa, wait! ......We need to talk". "I thought we
just did!" "No.  What do you think about packing it in & going home a day
early?" Now she just gave me a cold stare.  She was having fun, wanted
more, & I felt like I was ruining her birthday party.  "Really, babe", I
explained, "we're low on supplies.  Real low.  The water is almost gone,
the food is almost gone, there's maybe 2 six packs of beer left, & the ice
is gone by now, I'm sure." She sat there thinking about what I said.  Maybe
I was getting through to her sex-crazed mind & making some sense.  I went
on, "We have to go out & restock anyway, so why don't we just move this
party to our house.  We can set up the tents in the backyard if ya want." I
felt like I was talking to a little kid as her eyes suddenly lit up.  My
wife, just like one of the guys: thinking with her pussy.  I appealed to
her some more, "I would really like to take a nice hot shower & shave.  We
can get some steaks & cook on the grill, swim in the pool, get away from
these damn bugs!" as I swatted a mosquito.  I was pulling out all the
stops, I had to win her over.  She said, "Yeah, I wouldn't mind getting a
bath.  And you DO need a shave!!  I'm getting brush burn on my legs!" Then
she grabbed hold of my cock again, and with her wicked smile said, "We
won't need the tents either.  Our bed would be a lot more comfortable."



   With that she turned & started climbing out of the tent again in just
her panties & tee-shirt. "Lisa, you're not going out like that, are you!?!"
She paused, pulled the panties off and said "No, you're right, ...these
will only get in the way!" as she draped them on my limp cock.  Then she
quickly climbed out, giggling.  "Wait!" I yelled, but she was gone.  I
grabbed my shorts, holding them in front of me as I peered out our tent. 
The guys must have went down to the lake, which is where Lisa was headed.
She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling wickedly she raised the
tee-shirt & wiggled her bare ass in my direction, then continued toward the
lake giggling.  My cock twitched at this naughty display.  I looked
directly down at my dick & said sternly 'Don't even think about it' as I
pulled my shorts on & followed after my wayward wife. She was at the edge
of the lake raising her shirt up & off to reveal her nude body to my
buddies who were swimming.  She jumped in the water amidst a chorus of
catcalls & wolf whistles. I decided to go back to our camp.  I needed time
to think.  I knew I wasn't ready to witness what surely was about to
happen.



   As I slowly walked back I knew I had lost any control over my wife's
behavior.  What had turned her into such a promiscuous slut?  She was never
like this.  Now it seems as if she's possessed, almost begging to be gang
banged in broad daylight!  In front of me!  And somehow she's made me at
least give my approval, if not open encouragement!  I started picking
things up around the camp.  I doused the smoldering fire & started packing
the coolers.  I couldn't quite fit everything into one cooler.  'Well
there's one way to resolve this little problem, Jimmy' as I power slammed a
beer.  I started working on beer #2.  They might have my wife but I've got
the beer!!  'Not eaxactly a fair trade Jim' .  My plan to leave wasn't
working out so well.  I was hoping if I got Lisa home that she would calm
down.  But now it seems like I've opened up a new arena for her sluttiness.
She is already planning to throw her legs open for other men on our
marriage bed!  This wasn't going to end after this little vacation.  Beer
#3 was starting to flow & I was starting to feel light headed.  I
definitely was not used to drinking this early & on an empty stomach. 
Every now & then my attention was diverted to the lake as I heard an
occasional giggle from Lisa or laughing from one of the guys.  I was
starting to feel 'left out' & sorry for myself.  I thought of what I'd said
to Lisa earlier & realized I might as well have promised her an orgy to get
her to go home.  She was being an unfaithful slut, but I was the one
encouraging her to do so.  She may have 'coerced' me to lick her cum soaked
pussy, but I did so willingly, & told her in more ways than one how much I
enjoyed it!  And wanted to do it again!  My cock once again started to stir
as these thoughts & images played through my head.



   Just then, I was startled as the laughing suddenly seemed much closer. I
whipped around to see Lisa approaching with my buddies in tow.  I felt a
pang of jealousy as they were having a great time & I wasn't.  "Hey,
baby...how cum you didn't come down to the lake?" Lisa asked, almost
whimsically.  She was smiling at me as she walked up.  Her hair was
dripping wet & her nipples clearly showed through her wet tee-shirt.  She
looked so damn sexy.  "Uhh, I don't know" as I shrugged my shoulders, " I
thought I'd start packing things up".  "The guys think its a great idea to
move this party home" she informed me as she started openly rubbing my
hardening cock with one hand and patting my ass with the other.  Paul spoke
up, "Wow, look at this camp!  She really has you domesticated!".  I felt
the now familiar shame on my face as I looked around the camp & realized
that I had put myself in another embarrassing situation.  Here I was
cleaning up the camp, while my wife was swimming naked with three other
men! I felt like my face was turning crimson red & my body was on fire. 
"Whoa, Good job dude!" said Bob.  "All you need now is an apron!" smirked
Tom.  I couldn't respond to any of their comments as they all were
laughing, & sporting erections from Lisa's brazen flirting.  My knees were
starting to weaken as I looked at my wife helplessly.  She was looking me
in the eyes deeply, staring at my soul.  She said "I love you" and kissed
me deeply.  Our eyes never closed as I felt so deeply in love with this
woman & saw how much she loved me in her eyes.  She finally broke the kiss,
"C'mon babe, help me get changed, then we'll finish packing".  She took my
hand in hers & pulled me after her, like a little boy, into our tent.



   She pulled her wet shirt off once inside.  I was examining her nude
body, looking for any tell-tale signs of infidelity.  She had several red
marks on her tits, thighs and ass.  I finally gathered enough nerve to ask,
"Enjoy your swim?", not knowing if I really wanted the answer.  "It was ok,
but it would have been a lot more fun if you were there", she responded
kind of sadly, "I might of gotten laid if you were".  "That stopped you? 
It looks like you had plenty of fun without me......" She followed my gaze
to the red marks on her swollen breasts, "Just a lot of grabbing....the
guys were a little frisky.  Now what should I wear for the ride home?  Help
me find something real sexy." I just looked at her, I didn't know how to
respond to her last remark.  Did she really expect me to help her dress
provocatively for other men?  Men that she obviously intended to fuck!?! 
She was looking through her clothes, when she noticed I hadn't moved. 
"You're not gonna help?" I still didn't move.  Giving me a wicked smile she
said, "You'd prefer if I went like this?..  Ok," as she moved toward the
tent flap without a stitch of clothes on.  "Lisa, Wait!.....I'm sure
there's something here.....Please don't go nude,....Please??" I was
groveling for the first time in my life. "Find me something then!" her tone
had become very demanding.  I started looking through her clothes & mine as
well.  Neither of us had very many clean clothes left.  "How about this?"
as I handed her a denim jacket that I brought along just in case it got
cold at night.  "You want me to wear a coat in 90 degree heat???...." Her
voice was stern & she was getting angry with me.  "Lisa, the A/C in the van
is gonna be cranking.....besides what's sexier than a woman wearing a
jacket with nothing on underneath?  Throw on a pair of shorts or
something...  " I could tell she still didn't like the idea, but she
started smiling very slightly.  "What else do ya have?" she asked. "Just a
couple muscle shirts, gym shorts, & a pair of cutoffs." "Give me a shirt &
the gym shorts, .....good thing we're close in size....." she teased,
"little man." I blushed again.  "Now go wait outside!" I did as she
instructed.



   Bob.  Paul, & Tom looked my way as I emerged from the tent, but quickly
returned to taking the other tent down.  They were nearly ready to go when
Lisa emerged from our tent.  Her tits were nearly busting out of my muscle
shirt & the gym shorts made her look slutty.  I couldn't tell if she was
wearing panties underneath, if she wasn't then her pussy was easily
accessible.  It was going to be a long ride home.  She walked over to me
and said, "Better hurry packing up, boy, I'll be waiting by the van." With
that she grabbed her gear and started walking down the path towards the
van. Bob and Tom had already redoubled their efforts & were following her
moments later.  "See ya there, Jim!" "Later, dude!" they remarked as they
hastily left.  I guessed that Paul must have felt bad for me as he stayed &
helped.  While we folded the tent, he said "Jim, can I ask you something?"
"What Paul?  What the fuck do you wanna know?", my patience was wearing
thin.  "Sorry, man, nevermind." Paul replied.  Great!  At least he stayed
to help me, even if he was tormenting me most of the time, and now I'm
snapping out on him.  "Paul, look, I appreciate your help, but if your
looking to break my balls some more, then just shut the fuck up.  I've had
enough!" "Jim, I haven't touched Lisa, so don't take this shit out on
me.....  All I wanted to know is why doesn't she like me?" "I wouldn't
know, Paul, it seems she likes everybody lately..... Maybe you just don't
'measure up'..I don't know." I said without thinking, but I noticed he was
blushing....I guess I hit a little close to home, ah well, paybacks are a
bitch!  Not another word was spoke as we finished packing & headed towards
the van.



   I was relieved to find Lisa still dressed outside the van with the
engine running & the A/C blasting.  Bob and Tom were just finishing putting
their gear in the back & rushed over to Paul and I to take some of the gear
we carried.  Gee, thanks....dickheads.  My mood was turning real sour.  I
didn't make eye contact with Lisa as we put the rest of the gear in the
back.  Lisa knew I was upset, and actually pinned me against the side of
the van.  She put a liplock on me and rubbed my cock through my shorts
while my buddies looked on.  She was becoming very dominant as she told me
"I can't wait to get in your pants, sweetie.....  Maybe I should just
'take' you right here in front of your friends.......Would you like
that?........hmmmm?" I melted into her arms.  She could have 'taken' me
anytime she wanted to.  I was 'hers' and she knew it.  She could do
whatever she damn well pleased and knew I wouldn't object.



   She was no longer my 'demure' little wife, she had taken on a whole new
look: her uncombed hair had dried with a real wild look, she looked like a
'tough guy' in that muscle shirt & gym shorts, and she had a whole new
personna.  She not only was dominating me mentally & emotionally, but now
was dominating me physically & sexually.  Our roles were permanently
becoming reversed.  "Do me.....fuck me......take me...Lisa....I love
you.....fuck me" I was lost in her.  "All in good time, sweetie, don't
worry, you'll get your turn" she said as she squeezed my hard cock.  "Now
get in the van & get us home." She backed away from me slightly.  I tried
to get myself together & turned towards the driver's door.  "OK" was all I
said.  "Good boy!" she said as she swatted my ass.



   End Part 2

   In Part 3: The Ride Home.  The conclusion?