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A short story by Skybo Vromaghaven, ©2005, all rights 
reserved. This is a work of fiction and all characters 
herein are totally fictional. Any resemblance to 
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The 
material herein is adult in nature and contains 
profanity and sexual acts; persons offended by such 
should go somewhere and play with themselves and 
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Descent Into Hell
by Skybo (skybov@hotmail.com)

***

A weak man is led into the depths of depravity by his 
slutty wife. But love triumphs in the end. (MMF, Fdom, 
reluc, cuck, bi, orgy)

***

This is the story about my descent into hell and the 
beginning of my journey out. I am not sure when it 
started, but I know when it became obvious. We were 
having some neighbors—Bob and Mary Lou—over for a 
cookout. Things went well, and we all had a bit much to 
drink during the course of the afternoon. About seven 
we moved into the pool house and continued to drink. 
Jane put a music DVD in and we all listened to the 
music and watched the dancers. 

Our pool house has two rattan sofas, a couple of chairs 
and a big "papa san" chair. If you haven’t seen one 
before it is like a big shallow bowl about 6 feet 
across with a soft cushion in it. It tilts up at about 
a 30 degree angle, so you can sit in it like a big soft 
chair. Bob was in the papa-san, Jane and Mary Lou were 
at either end of one of the sofas with their feet 
propped up on the coffee table, and I was stretched out 
on the other sofa. 

Like I said, we were all a bit in the bag, it was warm, 
and the music was cool and somewhat erotic. I dozed off 
a few moments, then woke up. Jane was now in the papa-
san with Bob, sitting somewhat crosswise in his lap, 
leaning back with her shoulders against the chair 
beside him. Mary Lou was snoring lightly in her corner 
of the sofa. I could see them all clearly in the 
reflection off the sliding glass door to the pool area. 

Bob and Jane were watching me. I guess I had made some 
noise when I woke up. I had been suspecting Jane had 
been screwing around for some time; this seemed like 
the perfect chance to watch her and see what she did 
when thought she could get away with it. I expected 
some kissing and perhaps some fondling, but what I saw 
really shook me. 

I closed my eyes to just a crack and lay there, 
breathing evenly, pretending to slide back into sleep. 
My eyes were very nearly closed, and they did not 
realize I was watching the reflection. After a short 
while they turned toward each other and began to kiss. 
I guess my stirring had interrupted them earlier. After 
a few kisses, Bob’s hand disappeared beneath Jane’s 
flowing skirt, and I could see the bulge beneath the 
skirt as he moved his hand onto her pussy area. He 
began to work his fingers against her pussy as she 
spread her legs to give him full access. 

I could not believe this. She was leaning back now, 
just enjoying his attentions. I saw the hand move as he 
pushed her panties aside to enter her hairy pussy with 
his fingers. She had to be very wet by this time. She 
began grinding her hips against his hand. This was so 
weird—from the waist up they looked as innocent as 
could be, beneath her dress he was finger fucking her 
and rubbing her clit. 

Every few moments one or the other would look over at 
me to see if I was still sleeping. He moved his hand 
from her, and dipped it down between them. At first I 
thought he was rubbing her ass, but then I realized he 
was unzipping and freeing his prick. 

He brought his hand back on top, reaching down and 
using it to rub his dick against her pussy lips. He was 
moving and stroking along the lips, not into them. She 
was breathing harder now, and working her hips in 
rhythm with his movements. Then she raised up a bit, 
and helped him slip it in from the rear, then lay back 
down across him. 

They were trying to keep it quiet; but I could see a 
slow rhythmic movement of Jane’s hips as she squirmed 
on his dick. I should have said something, but it was 
so weird watching them fuck right there in front of 
their "sleeping" spouses. I made noise and stirred a 
bit—they both froze right there. 

They watched me a few minutes and tried to start again, 
but apparently he had lost the hard on. Anyway, it 
seemed to slip out and he couldn’t get it back in. She 
looked really hot and frustrated and wanted it bad now, 
so bad that she was willing to risk getting caught to 
get it. She rolled over off of him, bent down and began 
sucking on his wilted dick and pumping it with her 
hand. 

After she got it hard again, she slid back over onto 
it, again putting it in from the rear. She was grinding 
her butt against him now, getting near her climax when 
he apparently began coming inside her. I again made a 
noise and moved some more, and again they froze. 

Apparently he lost the hard-on, both from coming and 
from fear of getting caught. Just looking at her, 
anyone could easily see she was frustrated, with a 
pussy full of come but no way to get to her own climax. 
I tossed and turned some more, apparently beginning to 
wake up. Bob got his hand down between them and zipped 
his pants as she slid over beside him. There they sat, 
innocent as you please, watching the TV together. 

I sat up, and apologized for dozing off. Bob said "no 
problem" because he had dozed off as well. Not only was 
he a weasel-dick wife fucker, he was also a liar. 
Anyway, Bob said it was late and he and Mary Lou needed 
to be getting home, so he awakened her and after a few 
goodbyes they left.

I was going to confront her about fucking him, but she 
didn’t give me a chance. Not ten seconds after the door 
shut, Jane grabbed my dick and stuck her tongue down my 
throat. She was horny and frustrated, and badly needed 
some dick. She said "Baby, I thought they’d never 
leave. I want you so bad." She kept working my dick 
with her hand, kissing me, and pressing her breasts 
against me. 

My dick started to get hard and she used it to lead me 
to the sofa. She lay me down on the sofa, and kneeling 
beside me, took off my shirt, shoes, sox, and trousers. 
Her face pressed into my groin as she began working my 
shorts off around my erection. She kissed and licked my 
dick, running her tongue rapidly across the most 
sensitive parts. 

She said, "I am so wet, I want you so much." I knew she 
was wet, she still had a pussy full of his cum, but I 
wasn’t supposed to know that. I knew I shouldn’t 
tolerate this, but I loved her so much and wanted her 
so badly that I would do anything to keep her. She left 
her skirt on, but kicked off her shoes and stepped out 
of her panties. She climbed up on top, on her knees 
facing toward my feet, bent down, and again began 
sucking on my dick. 

She was offering me her wet, cum-filled pussy to eat 
and I could not resist. I began licking and sucking on 
her wet pussy, holding her ass firmly in my hands. The 
thought of me unknowingly eating her lover’s cum pushed 
her over the edge, and she began her orgasm on my 
tongue, pushing her pussy tightly into my face. It was 
my turn now. 

We rolled over and I climbed on top of her, lifting her 
ass and impaling her pussy with my almost painfully 
hard dick. With her legs up on my shoulders I began 
pounding into her, going deeper and deeper with each 
stroke, my balls bouncing off her ass. A mixture of his 
come and her juices gushed out of her pussy each time I 
pushed in. She was going crazy, coming again and again, 
or maybe it was just a continuation of the original. 

When I came I thought my balls were exploding through 
my dick, it felt so good! We both collapsed on the 
sofa, wet and spent.

**

We spent the night there on the sofa, in each other’s 
arms. I loved her, and loved making love with her, but 
I knew I could not trust her. She was like a mink, 
wanting to fuck and not worrying too much about who. I 
think the excitement of cheating was a big part of it. 
For sure the excitement of fucking Bob had her really 
primed for me. I hated sharing her, but saw no other 
way to keep her.

From there, things only got worse as she got bolder in 
her cheating. A week or so later we went out to a club 
to dance and have a few drinks. She always looked good, 
but she had on some new club clothes that really showed 
her assets. The satin top was tied below her unfettered 
breasts with no other closures, leaving a deep V from 
the neck to the knot. 

You could see about half a breast showing on either 
side. Her firm breasts looked great and the nipples 
stood out through the satin, almost peeking out the V. 
Her skirt hung low on her waist, well below her belly 
button. All you could see between her breasts and the 
skirt was a slim, tanned waist. The skirt itself was 
long, down to her ankles, but slit up the side to her 
waist where the ribbon holding her panties together 
showed. 

She had long dangle earrings matching a thin chain 
around her neck The chain went around her neck, then 
dropped to her breasts where a nipple clamp embraced 
each firm nipple. She looked hot and she was. I started 
to get uneasy, because she looked so ready for action. 
In the club, men kept watching her, some of them to the 
evident displeasure of their dates. 

We had a few drinks, and danced. I got up and went to 
the bathroom. When I returned to the table she was 
gone, but I spotted her on the dance floor. It was a 
fast song, and the moves she was making were just short 
of pornographic. She was really enjoying herself, 
showing off and getting attention. 

After the dance she returned to the table, but the 
flood gates were open and men kept coming over and 
asking her to dance. After a few dances, she stopped 
coming back to the table and just changed partners on 
the dance floor. She had several men standing around 
her, taking turns dancing and competing for her 
attention. 

One black man was especially aggressive, not wanting to 
relinquish her to the other dancers. Finally the others 
walked away, heaving him in possession of her. They 
began dancing to a slow dance, and she put her head on 
his shoulder. His hand went behind her, slipped beneath 
her skirt, and began rubbing her ass. With this, she 
began grinding her pussy into him. I thought they were 
going to fuck right there on the dance floor. She 
whispered something to him, and he nodded. 

At the end of the song he left her on the dance floor, 
then left the club. She returned to the table, had a 
swallow of her drink, and said she had to go to the 
john. I said OK, and she left heading toward the ladies 
room, but continued on past it, and out toward the exit 
on the other side. I had expected this, and was waiting 
where I could see her leave. She met him just outside 
the door and they began walking quickly down the block. 

I almost lost them, then I saw this light go on and off 
in a car parked in a corner of the parking lot. I 
ducked down low, and circled around to where I could 
see inside the car. There they were in the back seat, 
and he already had her top untied and his head buried 
between her full breasts. He was kissing and licking 
them, and pulling on the nipples. 

The chain got in his way, and he simply broke it. She 
didn’t care, she was into the sex now and just wanted a 
good hard fucking. Her skirt was spread open and her 
panties were bright against her tanned skin. He untied 
the ribbon holding her panties together, and pulled 
them off. He began to rub her pussy with one hand while 
he unfastened his trousers with the other. 

As his trousers dropped, his dick plopped free. It was 
large, heavy and growing. He pumped it a couple of 
times with his hand, then proceeded to slide it 
bareback into her very wet pussy. She pushed up to meet 
his thrusts and they began seriously fucking. It didn’t 
last very long—I guess they were both too excited. 

When he started cumming, that set her off and they were 
bucking and yelling and cumming there in the back seat. 
I beat feet back to my seat in the club, and was 
sitting there when she came in. She looked flushed, and 
a bit disheveled. I asked why it took so long, and she 
said there was a big crowd in the bathroom. 

I asked if she wanted to call it an evening and go home 
for some serious lovemaking and she smiled. We left, 
and as we drove home she reached over and unzipped me, 
then put her head in my lap and began sucking on my 
dick. I was trying to drive as she sucked and pumped on 
my dick with her hand. She would occasionally bite the 
head lightly, then resume licking and sucking. 

It was only a few miles to our house, but I didn’t make 
it without cumming. I shot a load into her mouth a few 
blocks from the house. She swallowed the load and kept 
on sucking until she had drained me dry. When we got 
home, we went in the house and jumped into bed. Again 
she wanted me to eat her cum-filled pussy. 

I didn’t like the idea of eating another man’s cum, but 
I wanted her so badly and could not refuse her. Just 
like before, she really got off on "tricking" me into 
eating her after she had fucked someone else. By the 
time I had orally satisfied her, I was hard again, and 
we screwed for about 10 or 15 minutes before I came for 
the second time. 

After that second incident, I knew I had to talk about 
it with her. I told her I knew about her infidelity, 
and that while I loved her, I was afraid it would 
damage our marriage. She said the marriage was the most 
important thing in the world to her, and that she would 
do her best to straighten out. She said she didn’t 
understand why, but she had a need to be degraded, to 
be taken and used. She didn’t want to be raped, but she 
could not resist men who never gave her the opportunity 
to say no. 

I hoped things would get better with her and for a few 
months they did. My office Christmas party ended up a 
humiliating experience. She wore a mesh tank top that 
plainly showed her nipples, a black skirt with a high 
slit, black hose, red garters and no panties. When I 
voiced some concern about her dress, she called me a 
prude and said she was proud of how she looked and that 
I should be proud as well. 

At first she behaved pretty well, but after everyone 
had consumed several drinks, someone put on some music 
and the dancing started. She was dancing with my boss, 
rubbing her tits against his chest and nuzzling his 
neck. It was obvious he was getting a hard on; and 
especially obvious to his wife who came out on the 
dance floor and dragged him back to their table. 

Jane was oblivious, she just started dancing with one 
of the junior execs, who responded to her sexuality in 
kind. They were all over each other on the dance floor, 
then they disappeared into one of the offices.

After a few minutes he came out and spoke with another 
of the junior execs who went into the office where she 
waited. The first guy went around the party, speaking 
with several of his colleagues, all of who headed for 
the office. I was worried and tagged along behind them. 
Ours is a large company and I don’t believe they were 
aware of my relationship with her. She was spread out 
on the desk, with a cushion under her head and her legs 
hanging off. 

The second man had dropped his trousers and was fucking 
away at her willing pussy. One of the others moved 
beside her, and unzipped. She took his dick, first in 
hand and then in her mouth. She was sucking away on one 
as another fucked her. There were about seven men in 
the room, not counting me, and I tried to stay in the 
background so she wouldn’t see me. She did, though, and 
her eyes went wide, then she went back to what she was 
doing without breaking stroke. They all fucked her, and 
she sucked most of them off as well. 

One by one they left, till it was just her and me in 
the room. I looked at her there on the desk, cum 
running out of her pussy and splatters of cum on her 
cheeks and in her hair, and I cried. My heart was 
breaking. She said "Come eat me baby, I need you so 
much." 

I wanted to leave but I couldn’t. I walked over to the 
desk, kneeled at the end of it, and began licking and 
sucking on her ravaged twat. She said "Oh baby, that’s 
so good—suck it all, lick me clean baby, lick me 
clean." When I started sucking on her clit she started 
cumming again. 

I couldn’t get it up at this point, there was just too 
much going on. I helped get her clothes as straight as 
we could and cleaned her up somewhat, then we left the 
party through the rear door. The next Monday at work 
there were a lot of snickers behind my back—evidently 
everyone knew what had happened. My boss never 
mentioned it, but I don’t think we will be invited to 
many more parties.

I again sat down with her and talked about the concern 
her behavior was causing me. This time she just looked 
at me and said that if I wanted to move on, that was 
OK, but that she wasn’t going to change. If I wanted to 
stay with her, I would have to accept her as she was. 

That was hard to swallow, but I love her and could do 
nothing but accept. I dreaded the weekend, because that 
was when we were going out again and I feared how it 
would end up. Little did I know. 

We left the house around 9 after several drinks, and 
headed for a place where we often went to have a few 
drinks and dance. She again dressed very slutty: tight 
top with no bra, short skirt, and high heel boots. She 
had on fishnet stockings, so I guessed she had on panty 
hose, but was pretty sure that was all she had on under 
the skirt. In the car her skirt rode up, and I could 
tell that the panty hose were crotchless and that 
indeed she had on no panties. 

Further, she had shaved her pussy, so what showed were 
pink pussy lips poking out from the crotchless 
pantyhose. I was scared and aroused at the same time. 

About halfway to the club, she asked me to pull over at 
this road house type bar. I told her I was worried, 
that it looked like a rough place, especially with all 
the motorcycles parked outside. She said I was foolish, 
that I never wanted her to have any fun. I pulled in, 
and we went inside. 

It was very dark, but we found a booth near the dance 
floor. The place was filled with rough looking people, 
biker types both male and female. Our dress was 
conspicuously different, and most of the people in the 
place were checking us out. I was very uncomfortable, 
and wanted to have one drink and leave. We ordered 
drinks, and about the time the waitress left one of the 
bikers put some money in the juke box. 

When the music started he walked over and asked Jane to 
dance, ignoring me totally. She got up and walked 
toward the dance floor. He watched her ass as she 
walked away from him, then followed her onto the floor. 

As they began to dance, he pulled her tightly against 
him, and ground his pubic area against hers in time 
with the music. She didn’t try to pull away, apparently 
pressing back against him. When the dance ended she 
came back to our table and he went back to the bar. She 
killed her drink quickly, and ordered another. About 
this time another man asked her to dance. 

This one was dirty looking, a big fellow with a large 
gut and beard. He wore jeans and boots, with a soiled 
white t-shirt and leather vest. The sleeves were cut 
from the t-shirt and his arms were very hairy. The hair 
partially obscured several tattoos. She hopped up and 
headed for the dance floor. He looked over at me as 
though daring me to say something; when I didn’t he 
just smiled, and joined her on the dance floor. 

He had his hand on her ass before they started dancing, 
and pulled her tightly against him. As they danced he 
continued to rub and squeeze her ass with the hand I 
could see. I am not sure what he was doing with the 
other but I feel certain he was giving a breast the 
same treatment. She was pressed tightly against him, 
enjoying his attentions. When the dance ended, he just 
stood there and continued to squeeze her ass. She 
leaned into him, and wrapped her arms around his waist—
at least as far as they would reach. 

I got up and went to the dance floor and said "Jane, we 
need to be going now." She told me to have another 
drink, that she was not ready to leave. When I 
protested, the big guy hit me hard in the stomach, just 
below my ribs. I probably couldn’t have fought him 
anyway, but being taken unawares he just knocked all 
the wind out of me. 

Then he announced to everyone in the bar that I had had 
too much to drink and fallen down, and asked for help 
to take me into the back. Two men each took one of my 
arms and carried/dragged me into a back room which had 
a bed and a couple of chairs. The big biker, my wife 
and several other bikers followed. When we got into the 
room, he grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me up, then 
slapped me several times in the face. 

I was still having trouble breathing and now I was 
tasting blood and seeing stars from the hard slaps. He 
threw me into the corner and said "Sit there, Nancy, 
and keep your mouth shut or I’ll beat the shit out of 
you!" I knew he meant it. Jane was sitting on the bed 
watching all this. She had a strange light in her eyes 
as though she was enjoying my humiliation. She needed 
to feel degraded and to see me degraded as well. 

He turned to Jane, and pushed her back on the bed. She 
was lying flat on her back with all her clothes still 
on. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out a dick that 
was about the size and thickness of a beer can. He got 
on the bed between her knees, stroked his dick a couple 
of times, and proceeded to cram it into her. If she 
hadn’t already been wet from watching my humiliation 
and from the feeling up she had received on the dance 
floor it probably would have hurt her, but she just 
opened her legs wide and it slid right in. 

He was on his knees, holding her hips and pulling her 
into him as he fucked her. One of the other men 
unzipped and walked over by her. She started pumping 
his dick, then turned and took it into her mouth. Her 
body was shaking as the big man fucked her, and her 
head was bobbing on the other biker’s dick. One of the 
women bikers reached over and ripped Jane’s blouse 
open, showing her large tits and prominent nipples. 

The female biker began to suck on a nipple, pulling on 
it and biting it with her teeth. Jane was going wild 
with the stimulation—being fucked, sucking a dick, and 
having her tit sucked at the same time. She started 
cumming and screaming around the dick in her mouth. The 
big guy fucking her and the guy she was blowing started 
cumming at the same time. She tried to swallow, but a 
stream ran down her face. 

Another biker took the big guy’s place between her 
legs, and the female biker dropped her jeans and 
turned, offering her ass to Jane. Jane began tonguing 
the female biker’s ass, reaching around with one hand 
and rubbing her clit at the same time. The biker was in 
heaven, and said "Oh god, this is the best ass licking 
I ever had." 

By now the second biker had finished and a third 
climbed aboard. When he put his dick in her well used 
pussy, it was so loose he could hardly feel it, so he 
pulled out and aimed a bit lower, sliding it into her 
asshole. If she wasn’t so covered with cum and other 
body fluids, he might have had trouble getting it in, 
but it slid in without almost no effort. 

Apparently her ass was tight enough for him because he 
began pumping away and came before too long. This went 
on for a couple of hours. I don’t know how many people 
fucked or were sucked by Jane. I saw her eat at least 
three bikers’ assholes. 

When they were finished, the big guy walked over to me 
where I lay in the floor, pulled out his dick and 
started pissing on me. Two or three of the others 
joined in. One female biker even pulled down her jeans 
and peed on me. They laughed at me and walked out the 
door. Jane lay back on the bed, covered with cum, and 
smiled at me. "Having fun, honey? Come on over and eat 
my sweet pussy—you know you like it." 

When I just lay there, she got a mean look on her face 
and said "you heard me, get your wimpy ass over here 
and lick me clean". I didn’t like it, but I did as she 
asked. I crawled over to the bed where she was now 
sitting up, and started licking and sucking on her wet 
and ravaged pussy. "My ass too, lick my asshole," she 
said.

I complied. It is hard to believe, but by now I had a 
hard on, so I climbed on top and began fucking her. Her 
poor pussy was stretched wide, but I didn’t care. I had 
to have her, had to affirm that she was mine.

I thought it couldn’t get any worse. Just a few days 
after this incident, I came home from work to find Jane 
about half drunk, and in one of her slut outfits. I 
said "I didn’t know we were going out." And she replied 
"We aren’t, a few friends are coming over, and I want 
you to be nice to them." 

I asked who, and she told me that she had been 
sunbathing out by the pool earlier and had met some 
workmen who were repairing the roof on the house next 
door. I could easily picture this, she normally 
sunbathed in our fenced yard topless, but from the roof 
above the workmen would have had quite a view. She 
admitted to being topless and asking them over for a 
drink, but their foreman wouldn’t let them leave the 
job, so she invited them to come back for a drink later 
this evening. 

About that time the doorbell rang, and she opened the 
door for six roughly dressed men who had apparently 
just got off work. They looked a bit apprehensive when 
they saw me, but she told them to come on in, that I 
was her husband and was glad to have them here. That 
was far from the truth, but I didn’t dare correct her. 
She showed them to the den and got them all a cold 
beer. 

Here I was standing around like an idiot in a coat and 
tie and all these guys were in jeans and t-shirts, so I 
went to our bedroom to quickly change. I slipped on 
some khakis and a polo shirt, and hurried back to the 
den. When I got there, Jane was sitting on a sofa 
between two of the workmen, and they were all watching 
a porno movie on our big-screen. 

I could do nothing but watch the scenario unfold. I sat 
in a chair over near the door, where I could see the 
sofa and what was going on. The men on either side had 
begun to rub her breasts and legs—her blouse soon came 
off freeing her breasts to their touch. They were 
kissing and fondling her breasts and one had his hand 
up between her legs rubbing her pussy. They lay her 
back on the sofa as the others moved in around them. 

The man at her head was rubbing both breasts, telling 
the others how good her titties felt as the man sitting 
at her knees slipped off her panties. She lifted her 
ass to help him, and was rubbing her clit as she did 
it. He bent over between her legs and began to lick her 
shaven pussy. She started bouncing her ass into his 
face, in time with his licks and sucks on her clit. 

Her pussy lips were red and swollen. The others had 
closed in around them and were calling encouragement to 
them. They were caught up in the heat of the moment and 
had forgotten completely about me. The man at her knees 
stood up and dropped his trousers. He was wearing no 
underwear, and his dick was standing at full attention. 
He moved over onto her, and easily slid his dick into 
her well lubricated hole. 

The others started shedding clothes until they were all 
nude. She began furiously humping the dick inside her 
as she reached for two of the now bare dicks around 
her. The man at her head had moved over her to let her 
suck his dick and lick his balls as she pumped a dick 
with either hand. 

The man fucking her finished, cumming inside her, and 
moved aside for the next in line, when the others 
started protesting that Charles had to go last. Because 
of the size of his dick, they thought he would stretch 
her pussy out to where they would not enjoy it. He 
agreed, and let them go ahead of him. She had several 
orgasms as she was being fucked. 

Meanwhile the men getting the hand jobs started 
cumming, and shot their loads on her breasts and 
stomach. They would have sprayed her face, but they 
were afraid to cum on the man she was sucking. He took 
care of that, pulling out of her mouth just as he 
started cumming, and spraying her face and hair with 
his sticky cum. Charles started complaining that they 
had messed her up, and that there was no way he could 
fuck her without getting their cum all over him. Jane 
said "Let my husband lick it off, he likes to lick me 
clean." 

They started calling for me to come over and lick the 
cum off her. I tried to say no and leave the room, but 
they began pushing and shoving me toward her. I got on 
my knees and began to lick the cum off her face, 
working my way down across her breasts and belly to her 
pussy. When I started licking it off her pussy, she 
started cumming again, and they all started cheering 
and clapping. I felt so humiliated. 

Charles climbed on board her now cleaned body and 
slowly slipped the biggest dick I have ever seen, ever 
imagined, into her. It must have been at least a foot 
long and almost as thick as a baseball bat. The veins 
stood out in ridges and were so firm they had to act 
like little bumpers on her clit as he began to fuck 
her. She started moaning and hit her first orgasm with 
him on about his third stroke. He had just begun. He 
pounded her pussy with that huge tool for around twenty 
minutes. 

She must have cum four or five times when he began 
pumping his load into her. When he finished and got 
off, she simply collapsed back onto the sofa. They 
started pushing me back to clean her up again, and I 
licked her pussy clean but she was too exhausted and 
too spent to cum again. 

As I started to turn away, Charles said, "You need to 
clean this, too," holding his half wilted dick out for 
me. 

I protested, but the others pushed me toward him. So, 
on my knees, I approached his huge tool, took it in my 
mouth and began to lick it clean. He started getting 
hard again, and trying to fuck my face, so I tried to 
pull away. They were having none of it. I had no choice 
but to suck him, so I tried to get it over with and 
began pumping his dick with my hand as I sucked on the 
head of his dick, at least what of it I could get into 
my mouth. He came into my mouth, and I managed to 
swallow most of it, the rest running down on my shirt. 

They all laughed at this, and at me. They were pretty 
well spent and had had all of Jane they wanted right 
now, so they gathered up several beers each and left. 
All except Charles. He picked up Jane and carried her 
up to our bedroom and dumped her into our bed. He then 
crawled in with her. I had followed and he just looked 
at me and told me to get out. 

I slept on the floor in the hall. I don’t know how many 
times he fucked her, it seemed like they kept on all 
night long. Luckily I had a change of clothes in the 
laundry room because they were still going at it when I 
had to leave for work the next day. 

When I came home, Jane met me at the door in her 
housecoat. She said "We need to talk". I asked about 
what and she said "about us, and our relationship". She 
told me my clothes were now in the downstairs bedroom, 
and that I should ask permission from Charles before 
coming on the second floor. I would not be allowed to 
fuck her any more, but I would be required to clean 
both her pussy and Charles’ dick after they had fucked. 

When I was in the house I would have to wear a dress 
and no underwear. When Charles’ friends came over, I 
would be expected to service them with blow jobs like I 
did Charles. As long as I did this, I could still live 
in the house and still lick her pussy after she had 
fucked Charles or one of his friends. If I didn’t 
agree, I would have to leave. 

I should have left, but I had been through all the 
humiliation already and I still believed she would come 
to her senses. We settled into a routine. I would go to 
work in my business suits, then come home and change 
into my dress. I would wait on them, serving them 
liquor and food as they partied almost every night. 
Charles would fuck her 3 or 4 times a day when I was 
there, and I was expected to clean both of them. 

Sometimes Charles would just tell me to suck him, and I 
would. The worst was when his friends were over. They 
would all get drunk and fuck, then expect me to clean 
them up. The women were the worst—laughing at me and 
asking me to lick the cum off their pussy and ass. 

Once I was on my knees licking this one woman’s nasty 
cunt—apparently she did not believe in bathing or 
douching—and a man started trying to put his dick in my 
ass under my dress. I tried to avoid it, and Charles 
slapped me several times. I gave in, and after that 
someone always wanted to fuck my ass. I had lost the 
ability to get a hard on; but my obsession with Jane 
continued. 

I could not leave her even though it was obvious that 
she cared little for me. My life consisted of work and 
servitude. Jane used our savings to buy Charles a car 
which he promptly wrecked. Our money was about gone, 
our lives were in shambles, and I saw no way out. 

Then I met Louise. She was one of the crowd over for 
one of Charles’ many parties at my expense. But, she 
wasn’t fucking anyone, just watching. She talked with 
me when I was not being required to serve someone, and 
seemed to sympathize. She was slim, with short black 
hair and small breasts. We became friends. 

I found out Louise had begun life as Louis, but she had 
never been comfortable in her male body. She had taken 
hormones for several years and planned to have surgery 
when she had saved up enough money. Over the course of 
several months we saw each other five times, each time 
spending more time talking and getting to know each 
other. She could not understand how Jane could allow, 
no—support my being treated this way. I in turn could 
not understand how such a beautiful and fascinating 
person as she was could be so alone. 

One fateful night the party crowd had lost track of us, 
and we were alone in the pool house. We lay in the 
papa-san chair and cuddled. I began to stroke her legs 
and buttocks as we clung to one another. I reached 
between her legs and touched her penis. It was about 
three inches long, and firm but not hard. She said the 
hormones had made it shrink and prevented her from 
getting a full erection, but that it was still as 
sensitive as ever and my touch felt wonderful. I bent 
over, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and 
began sucking on her dick. 

This was the first time I had wanted to suck a dick, 
but she was so feminine and perfect and it was so much 
a part of her. I sucked her dick and swirled my tongue 
around it, pumping it with my hand. She began thrusting 
her hips forward, burying her dick in my mouth as I 
sucked harder and faster until she began cumming in my 
mouth. This was beautiful, and was the first "normal" 
feeling I had experienced in months. I wanted her so 
badly. 

She reached for my penis, which was still soft. I had 
not had an erection in a long time. Her soft lips 
wrapped around it, and she began sucking me as I had 
her. Although it never got fully hard, before long I 
was cumming in her mouth. I was in heaven. I knew we 
had to get away from this life, from Charles and Jane, 
and my servitude. 

We made plans. I applied for a job in another city, and 
was accepted although at a lower salary. After one 
weekend of debauchery at my home, I left for work and 
instead went directly to the bank. I withdrew all our 
remaining savings, deeded my half of our house to Jane, 
got on board the airline with Louise, and flew away to 
Mexico. 

We stayed there for two weeks while I got a quickie 
divorce and then flew out to my new job in a new town. 
I don’t think Jane realized I was gone for the first 
few weeks, at least until the checks started bouncing. 
Once the money was gone, Charles had her selling her 
ass on the streets to provide him with money. Louise 
and I are living together. 

She is my rock and my strength, and she stands beside 
me. She still wants to get the operation, but I am very 
pleased with her as she is and hope she will change her 
mind. Our sex life is not traditional but we are both 
happy and fulfilled. 

I still wake up shaking, dreaming that Jane and Charles 
have found me and that they will make me do what they 
want. I have bought a pistol. I will not go back to 
that life. 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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