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A Marriage Marred in Heaven
by Winker (no address provided)

***

A couple decides to live out a fantasy only to find that 
fantasy and reality are not entirely the same thing. 
(Mdom/MF, reluc, wife, cpls, intr, huml, bd, drugs, 
swingers, cuck, preg)

***

Chapter 1: An Idea

It's hard to describe the turmoil of the last two years. 
A part of my beautiful wife, soul mate, lover and idol 
has been taken from me and I have some responsibility 
for the loss.

We're in our early forties, comfortably off, well-paying 
jobs and rediscovering some freedom as our son and 
daughter have fled the nest. We saw little of Paul as he 
worked abroad for long stretches and very little of 
Nicola but we considered our lives charmed; not by our 
relative wealth but by our discovery of each other all 
those years ago. We've often talked of how much of 
everything we could give up provided we had each other 
and how rare we felt our relationship was in a transient 
society.

Add to this the fact that my wife is what most men would 
consider to be a... well she's very attractive, tall, 
slim and shapely with all the assets men value!

How then have we jeopardized all this. How have we got 
to not knowing each other, not knowing truth from lies, 
fantasy from reality?

Both of us have a healthy sexual appetite. In the months 
since the kids left, it's been re-fired with a 
vengeance. It's not just the physical acts of sex, we 
really know how to push each other's mental buttons, 
well Sue really knows how to press mine. This has led to 
us sharing  our fantasies in detail as we've made love. 

I've played with her black rape fantasies, she's played 
with my cuckold fantasies. But that's all they are... 
for both of us... fun... teasing... titillating. And now 
I find us trapped in someone else's fantasy. It amounts 
to nothing short of... well let me tell you how we got 
here.

I've often thought that if a couple look outside of 
their marriage for fulfillment there has to be something 
wrong with the inside. But when you already have 
everything you wanted you inevitably think of the things 
you can't have. That's surely the purpose of dreams and 
fantasies. And when our passionate lovemaking about that 
time brought out fierce and obscene entreaties from each 
other, something turned.

In the afterglow of that passionate lovemaking, no, 
fucking session, we lay together in spent silence. I 
spoke first but I already knew in the way that two 
people in love often do that we were at one on the 
subject. 

"Could we do it? Could we play out these fantasies for 
real?"

Sue didn't react badly as some might expect. She teased 
with purpose.

"Well, I think I could. I love you absolutely but it 
might be fun. How do you think you would handle it? It's 
got to be hard for a man to see his wife fucked by a 
stranger... and I wouldn't do it if there was the 
slightest chance it could ruin the perfect relationship 
we already have."

The separation of this matter-of-fact discussion from 
the passion of the fantasies marked a turning point for 
us. If we could talk about it like this, we were on the 
way to its fulfillment. There's no denying I relished 
the prospect.

***

Over the next few days we discussed it further. How 
could we pursue it? Which fantasy would we pursue? Sue 
was keen to elicit any objections from me. In fact, I 
was touched by her concern for my emotional wellbeing. 
She began testing me. She started to tease me in a very 
matter of fact way, not at all in the context of our 
lovemaking but conversationally, at the dinner table or 
at breakfast. 

She'd ask me as I was leaving for work to imagine her 
with a big black cock in her or as we washed up after 
dinner she'd tell me she was looking forward to me 
licking cum from her face or kissing her cum filled 
mouth. 

I understood the psychology she was adopting. In some 
ways it worked. I did feel jealousy and I did feel fear 
but not in a negative way. It gave me a rush. I adopted 
a similar approach with her, telling her I'd pimp her 
out to any number of black thugs or tie her down and 
strip her for their enjoyment. Other than a sultry look 
or flash of the eyes she didn't outwardly respond. There 
was nothing to suggest she was changing her mind, 
though.

Neither of us backed off. We seemed to pass each other's 
tests.

That still left the practical arrangements and I guess 
that's when things started to go awry.

How many times are we all warned about being careful who 
we deal with on the internet but it did seem the logical 
place to start looking.

Mr. Mills came to our house by invitation. He was a tall 
handsome black guy, late twenties and very well groomed. 
He spoke gently and reassuringly to us both. He made no 
attempt to do anything but establish our requirements. 
He might easily have been an insurance salesman or a 
financial consultant were it not for the bizarre nature 
of the exchange.

We both had a sense of discomfort describing our 
fantasies to him. It's one thing to describe them to 
each other, quite another to do it to a stranger. He 
told us that to heighten our enjoyment of his services 
he would have to play some mind games with us and that 
we would have to play along willingly and obediently. He 
was so matter of fact though that when he left we felt a 
sense of anti-climax. Nothing had happened. He told us 
he'd be in touch.

When he called me two days later it was with a price for 
his services and a set of instructions if we wanted to 
accept. The price was more than I'd expected but I took 
his number and sat down with Sue to discuss it.

For the first time I detected resistance from her. The 
meeting with Mr. Mills had been so business-like and 
without passion she'd begun to have doubts. I, though 
had the bit between my teeth and was able to persuade 
her we should at least try it out.

I explained to her some of Mr. Mills' instructions.

We were to go to an address, a house he called "Heaven" 
this coming Friday evening and be prepared to spend the 
weekend. Payment was to be in cash on arrival. We were 
not to take mobile phones, or a change of clothes. 
Neither of us was to wear underwear.

Sue shifted uncomfortably at that last part.

By the time we were set to leave for Mr. Mills' an 
uneasy silence had descended on us, neither knowing what 
to say to the other and each sensing the others 
nervousness.

Nonetheless, my casual attire and lack of underwear 
stirred my loins and I wondered how I would hide the 
stain that was already forming at the front of my pants. 
Still with some fear Sue had opted for a simply cut and 
plain buttoned up dress, belted around her waist and 
though she was nervous her braless nipples stood out 
clearly. Nervous or not she was hot.


Chapter 2: In Heaven

When the door of the Victorian terraced mansion opened 
shock was our first reaction.

There to greet us was a young man elegantly turned out 
in evening wear from the waist up and naked from the 
waist down. He sported a fierce 8" erection. He seemed 
embarrassed but stuck to what sounded like a script.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Grant. Would you follow me 
please."

I hesitated. I looked at Sue and she returned it. She 
looked bemused, not fearful, and her eyes blazed with 
excitement. Her eyes turned back to follow him and as I 
looked too I saw what she saw, below the black jacket 
his firm rounded buttocks. As he sensed our hesitation 
he turned to us again. His rock hard cock sprung forth 
from beneath his shirt.

"Please, you must follow me."

Sue looked back at me. "Are we still okay with this?"

I nodded and we followed. 

We ascended the stairs behind him in silence. At the top 
we found ourselves at one end of a long corridor. The 
man opened the first door of a series of 4 or 5 on the 
left and we followed him in.

The room was decorated in the period of the building. 
Long flowing drapes; padded, patterned armchairs, high 
ornately patterned ceilings and deep plush carpet. An 
enormous gilt framed mirror covered the whole of one 
wall.

There was Mr. Mills to greet us.

"Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Grant. I'm pleased you've decided 
to join me and I'm looking forward to providing you with 
the fulfillment of your darkest fantasies.

Our half naked escort left the room closing the door 
behind himself. Mr. Mills continued.

"Please, will you sit. Mr. Grant here, and you Mrs. 
Grant over there."

We sat in the deep plush armchairs in positions several 
meters apart but facing each other. Mr. Mills leaned 
against the high mantelpiece of the grand open fireplace 
between the two of us but forming a triangle; we could 
each face each other.

I was about to speak but Mr. Mills anticipated this and 
gently preempted me.

"I don't mean to address the issue with indecent haste 
but can we first settle the matter of payment."

I knew of this but had forgotten. Apologetically I 
scrambled into my pocket and extracted the wad of notes 
and without ceremony handed it to him. He declined.

"I'd prefer to take it from Mrs. Grant."

Puzzled I handed it to Sue who took it and tried to hand 
it to Mr. Mills.

"Count it out, Mrs. Grant. I like the idea of being paid 
by another man's wife to arrange her fucking."

Sue turned bright red and began to count out the notes. 
I hoped her embarrassment prevented her realizing just 
how much more this was costing than I'd told her. As she 
finished there was an uncomfortable silence and I was 
about to speak. 

"You're in my hands now, Mr. Grant. There's no need to 
engage in polite conversation. You're paying me 
handsomely for the service I'm about to provide and you 
mustn't feel any obligation to pass idle chit chat. From 
this moment all you need do is listen and act on my 
instruction. If at some point either of you wish to 
leave or cease our games simply say so" I glanced at Sue 
and she glanced back. She didn't seem nervous other than 
in an excited way. She gave me a half smile. Mr. Mills 
pressed a small button on the wall close to where he 
stood and I heard the faint distant sound of a bell. 

Momentarily there was a knock on the door and our 
earlier escort entered with a startlingly beautiful 
woman, startling insofar as she was "dressed' in a 
clichéd form of a French maid outfit. Black stockings 
ran the length of her long legs with just the right 
glimpse of naked flesh between them and the flared, 
black and white laced micro mini. 

She wore a bustier which thrust her breasts up and out 
and they were naked. Her nipples stood proud but she was 
blushing a bright red. A silly, badly fitting black 
beret sat on her head.

The man who'd let us in was with her, still dressed 
immaculately from the waist up still sporting a raging 
hard on. They presented a very erotic sight.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grant, meet Mr. and Mrs. Cash." 

We nodded to each other but no words were spoken. The 
silence wasn't so much awkward as electrically charged.

"Mrs. Cash, would you lay the fire please."

No conversation was taking place. All our eyes followed 
her as she walked to the fireplace and began to kneel 
next to Mr. Mills. On her knees she reached out for the 
small pile of kindling by the side of the hearth. As she 
did I was confronted with the most beautiful naked 
bottom framing pink pussy lips. I looked at Sue. Was she 
seeing what I saw?

I think she was as she seemed transfixed. I looked back 
but by now Mrs. Cash was back on her haunches, her rear 
covered by the skimpy skirt.

She picked up the matches from the side of the hearth, 
struck one, and leant forward again to light the wood 
she'd placed in the grate. There it was again. That 
gorgeous butt, that glistening pussy. 

This time I glanced at her husband. His cock was leaking 
pre-cum and a string of it attached itself to his 
shirttail. He saw me looking at him, he blushed and 
looked away from my eye. His cock was almost purple and 
shone like his wife's cunt.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cash, you may leave now."

She stood, curtsied, and left, never meeting the eye of 
her husband as far as I could tell.

It was at this point that my resolve was going to be 
tested. Once Mrs. Cash had left, Mr. Mills spoke to us 
again.

"We ought to start on your fantasies, don't you think. 
After all its your money we're spending and whilst I'm 
sure you're enjoying helping Mr. and Mrs. Cash with 
theirs we should begin"

He addressed me, "John, so far the thought of another 
man taking your wife has stayed firmly in your 
imagination."

I was startled more by his familiarity, his use of my 
first name, than by the content of his statement. I 
immediately felt disadvantaged, subservient somehow. He 
went on.

"From this moment you must both trust me and obey me 
without question if you are to fully experience what it 
is you want from me. You cannot demur or from this 
moment on I will keep payment in full for my services. 
As you both now know I am very expensive and if you 
leave now you will have nothing to show for your 
investment. Now, as I say this I know you want to 
continue so we'll proceed."

"Mrs. Grant, you are beautiful. Any man would desire 
you. Look at Mr. Cash's cock. Do you think that's 
because he's just watched his wife debase herself before 
us? Maybe. I'd like to bet he quite likes the prospect 
of examining your charms too, don't you think. What do 
you think John? Think Mr. Cash would like to sample some 
of your pretty wife's delights, her moist pussy, her 
hard erect nipples?"

His words burned into my mind. Was I really ready for 
this? Was Sue?

I got the answer to my second question first. 

"Open your legs, Mrs. Grant."

I wanted Sue to look at me for my response. She didn't. 
After a moment's hesitation her knees separated 
slightly. Very commandingly Mr. Mills spoke again.

"Wider, Mrs. Grant. It's too late for modesty." Sue's 
knees moved further apart and her dress began to slide 
up her thighs. 

"What do you think Mr. Cash? Would you like to fuck 
her?"

Mr. Cash spoke, "Yes, sir."

"And you John. Would you like him to fuck your wife 
right now, right here, in front of you?"

I really didn't know how to answer. How did Sue feel. 
What would she think if I said yes? It was what we'd 
come to experience but if I was unsure might she be the 
same. He read me well.

"Never mind what she thinks. I'm looking after her now. 
What do you think? Do you want him to fuck her? It's 
what you came for isn't it? Is the reality too hard to 
bear?"

There was a faint smile from him as I failed to answer. 
My mind flailed, torn.

He turned from me back to Sue. Legs apart, a dark shadow 
hinted at her exposed cunt. Somehow I was relieved that 
the arms of the chair prevented her opening her legs 
wider. It was short-lived relief though.

"Help me John. Come here."

I stood, not understanding my obedience, and walked 
towards Sue where he too now stood.

Gently, he bent to Sue's ankle and slowly lifted her 
sandaled foot. I was transfixed by the contact of this 
man's large black hand on my wife's person albeit only 
her slim ankle.

"Get the other one."

We lifted and settled her legs over each arm of the 
chair. She showed no resistance and as I looked down 
into her eyes I saw she was watching Mr. Cash's reaction 
across the room. Her face flushed the same color we'd 
seen Mrs. Cash's earlier. She seemed unaware of my need 
to make eye contact with her.

Mr. Mills took his place by the fire. He directed me 
back to my seat opposite Sue.

This was surreal. Three men and one woman in the same 
room; the woman, my wife lewdly exposed before us. I had 
further confirmation of my answer to the second question 
about being ready - Was Sue?

She was. Her cunt was clearly wet. It shone with her 
juices and as Mr. Mills instructed her to put her hands 
behind her head I sensed she was letting go of any 
responsibility.

"Take a closer look, Mr. Cash"

As he approached my wife his cock was so rigid it barely 
bounced. 

"Stand between her legs"

He did, his cock at eye level for Sue. His cock and her 
cunt were only separated through height; him being stood 
and her almost lying down in the chair.

"Remind me, Mrs. Grant, what is your husband's favorite 
fantasy."

Sue spoke for the first time in ages. "To see me fucked 
by a stranger, to be cuckolded."

"And we could very easily do that right now, Mrs. Grant, 
couldn't we? Would you like that?"

She hesitated the way I had earlier but she did reply. 
"Yes, I would... I really would..."

"Do you think your husband still wants it to happen?"

She didn't look at me. Her eyes flicked down from Mr. 
Cash's eyes to his dripping cock. It leaked cum which 
dropped onto the folds of her dress now at waist height.

"I think he does..."

"Take your eyes from that strange cock and look at your 
husband."

She looked replete, legs spread over the arms of the 
chair, hands behind her head. She looked at me but I 
sensed a glaze of lust in her eyes.

"Ask him."

"John, shall I... do you want me to... Can we handle 
it?"

As I nodded in affirmation I could hardly believe the 
response I gave as I gave it.

Mills spoke, "Prove it, John. Go to her."

I didand#8232;"Get hold of his cock"

The shock of this instruction was nearly too much to 
cope with. Never in my life had I even considered the 
thought of touching another man's penis.

It's impact effected Sue too. A moan escaped her lips.

As I held it I can't deny it felt good... hot, hard, 
slippery and alarmingly bigger than mine!

Mr. Cash seemed impassive to me. He just continued 
looking down at my wife. His view would be his cock, my 
hand, her cunt. I saw too. Her clit; it stood proud of 
its hood like I'd never seen it, like a small penis, so 
stimulated as to almost vibrate and yet all that had 
touched her so far was the pre-cum that now dripped off 
the folds of her dress onto her lower abdomen.

"Wank him and aim for her cunt."

What was I doing?

I obeyed, Sue moaned again. I saw the tell tale signs of 
impending orgasm and yet still no touch. I tugged him 
back and forth as gently as I could. I was impressed 
that he didn't just shoot his load... he'd been hard 
since we arrived with no relief that I was aware of.

Mr. Mills spoke to my wife. "Use your left hand to 
caress his balls."

Her right hand stayed behind her head, the left 
descended as instructed. As she brushed the underside of 
his balls I knew he would shoot. He reminded me just in 
time.

"Aim for her cunt."

When it came I felt it pulse through his shaft and jet 
onto my wife's cunt. Her reaction was instant. As one of 
the pulses streamed onto her clit I saw the orgasm 
begin. 

Calmly but assertively Mr. Mills told Mr. Cash to move 
away, quickly grabbed both of Sue's hands and pinned 
them over her head in a single one of his. He slid the 
other down the front of her dress and I guessed pinched 
and caressed her nipples. More groans from Sue.

Mr. Mills began talking again. "Are you enjoying this, 
Mrs. Grant?"

"Oh, oh, mmmm... oh!"

"Talk to me Mrs. Grant. Is this nice?"

"Oh, yes, yes!"

"Look at your husband, Mrs. Grant, look how stained his 
pants are. Do you think you've succeeded in helping him 
with his fantasy. He's enjoying it isn't he. So is Mr. 
Cash, look he's hard again."

I looked and sure enough his cock was at full mast 
again. Mr. Mills went on and my wife was still cumming.

"Use your left hand and rub some of that lovely spunk 
into your belly."

Everything he demanded she did. And Mills was right, my 
own pants were wet through.

Sue rubbed the sperm into her tummy whilst Mills 
continued with her breasts.

Then something happened. Without warning Mills released 
her hands and walked away from her. The mood changed.

"Make yourself presentable, Mrs. Grant."

Embarrassed and perplexed Sue closed her legs and tried 
to sit demurely. Quietly, Mr. Cash was directed to leave 
the room 

In seconds it was like nothing had happened. With 
passions apparently spent Sue and I sat in bemused 
confusion.

"Now, you've sampled some of what I offer. You, John 
have shown your wife what a wimp you are and you Mrs. 
Grant have enjoyed a little sexual interlude at the 
hands of other men."

I was outraged at the tone and content of his outburst 
and spluttered to my own defense.

Sue stepped in though. 

"He's helping us role play, John. It's okay, it's okay."

Mills went on, "How can you possibly call yourself a 
loving husband when you've come in your pants whilst 
jacking off a stranger onto your wife's belly and cunt."

I still didn't like this. Sue saw my discomfort and came 
over to calm me.

"It's okay John, it's just fun, it's what we came for."

She knelt down beside the chair I was seated in and 
stroked my hand as it lay on the arm of the chair.

Mills spoke again, "Perhaps we should call it a day. 
Maybe this weekend is going to be too much for you 
both."

"Could you leave us for a while," Sue requested.

"Certainly, but when I return it's time to surrender to 
me completely or to leave immediately."

He left.

"Did you enjoy it, Sue."

She hesitated but only momentarily.

"How can I deny it, it was exhilarating, breathtaking 
but I love you John and we'll stop if you want. Let's go 
now."

She held out her hand in a "come on" gesture and I 
couldn't take it. She still loved me and I supposed 
that's what I was looking for ...reassurance. I looked 
at her wrinkled dress, I looked at her hand, her left 
hand and saw cum on her wedding band. I thought about 
the cum on her cunt under her dress, that dress, the one 
I was looking at now. It was still there and it was 
another man's cum. My cock rose hard and fast. Sue 
smiled.

"If we stay you've got to remember the head games he'll 
play. Its why he's so expensive, he's good at this."

I knew she was right.

"Are we okay?"

I nodded.


Chapter 3: Drawn Further In...

In moments he was back. Sue was stood beside my seat.

"If you're staying get his pants off. Stand up and help 
her."

Alarmed but resigned I stood and Sue pulled off my pants 
revealing an erection soaked by my earlier ejaculate.

"Get the rest off."

I stripped. Fortunately the fire set by Mrs. Cash 
earlier was now fully ablaze. I was naked now, the more 
so as I stood in the room with my dressed wife and host.

"Sit on the sofa."

I did. He directed Sue to her seat and went to the bell 
on the wall by the fire. Again I heard the distant 
tinkle and again the door opened. This time it was Mrs. 
Cash. Still in her maid attire still looking shy and 
embarrassed.

"Turn round and bend over, Mrs. Cash."

Obediently, she did.

"What do you see, Mrs. Grant?"

Taken aback Sue stammered.

"Her bare bottom."

"Don't be coy, Mrs. Grant."

She brazened up.

"Her pussy, it's red and wet. She's... she's... she's 
just been fucked... that's cum oozing from her..."

I could see. It certainly was. "Who fucked you, Mrs. 
Cash? It wasn't your husband was it?"

She spoke quietly, "No... it was the men you sent to 
service me... Carl and James..."

"Tell Mr. and Mrs. Grant when you last fucked your 
husband."

"I can't exactly remember, three weeks ago, maybe more."

"Do you love your husband, Mrs. Cash?"

"Very much."

"So why is it so long."

"It's the rules... and we like it here."

"Fuck John for me, Mrs. Cash, now as he sits on the 
sofa."

My cock was like iron. She straddled me and I slipped 
into her easily as her cunt was so well lubricated with 
spunk. Her beautiful breasts were in my face.

"Now slowly up and down, Mrs. Cash."

God, this was heaven. I heard him speak with my wife. 
Again he went to the bell.

"Come here Mrs. Grant and sit on the floor with me."

They sat behind Mrs. Cash as she gently rode me. In 
seconds the door opened and Mr. Cash came in.

"Mr. Cash, Mrs. Grant and I can't get a very good view 
of your wife being fucked. Could you hold up her skirt 
so we can see her ride his cock."

How I didn't come as he spoke I don't know.

"Yes, sir."

Now he spoke to me, "Lick her nipples."

As I did I felt a gush off female dew bathe my cock 
anew. She was loving this.

"Watch now, Mrs. Grant as your husband shoots his load 
into Mr. Cash's wife... and Mrs. Grant, please, stop 
masturbating without my permission... are you watching 
Mr. Cash... anytime now... there, there you go... your 
wife's a sloppy mess again... look, look. Isn't it nice 
to fuck another man's wife, John especially whilst he 
watches you"

I exploded. I felt like I came buckets. It came forever 
and I felt the hot liquid run down my shaft onto my 
balls triggering another spasm.

"Get up, Mrs. Cash. Now bend over and show your husband 
what a dirty little slut you've been."

As she did we all saw her soaking gaping cunt and I felt 
immense pride. I looked at Mr. Cash with some contempt 
but was then distracted as I realized from the noises 
that my wife was lying on the floor masturbating.


Chapter 4: A Seed Is Planted

"Now, your attention please." Mills was calling us to 
order.

"Off you go, my dear." he addressed Mrs. Cash.

"Back to your room, someone will be there to fuck you 
shortly"

Turning back to us he spoke again. "Mrs. Grant, Mr. Cash 
is now going to take you to your room. Make yourself 
comfortable, it's your base for the duration of the 
weekend."

"Mr. Cash, John here has just fucked your wife. If you 
were to fuck his he could hardly complain, now could he. 
Take her...oh and remember my dear you must enjoy 
yourself or hubby here is going to feel he's wasted a 
lot of money. John, kiss your wife goodnight. The next 
time you see her she'll have had a cock other than yours 
in her cunt and she'll be awash with another man's 
spunk."

I kissed Sue. She winked at me in affection and 
reassurance and left with Mr. Cash.

I was left with Mr. Mills, feeling foolish and 
uncomfortable as I stood before him naked.

"I think you enjoyed Mrs. Cash, John, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"It's probably put you at ease a little?"

"A little"

"Sit, I have something to tell you."

I sat in my original armchair with a sense of 
foreboding.

"Your wife has tried to reassure you that everything's 
okay. But it isn't. Not for you at least. I'm going to 
spoil your wife, the woman you love so much. She's a 
slut and I'm going to show her she is. I'll have her 
fucking anyone I care too before the weekend's out and 
she won't dare fuck you without my permission...and that 
won't be forthcoming. I'm going to keep her as a 
plaything and I'm going to use her to humiliate you."

Good grief he was good. He was pushing my buttons but 
only because I felt sure Sue was right about his mind 
games and I was in the "zone". As he spoke my cock 
sprang up before him. He smirked.

"Look at the mirror."

I turned towards the large gilt mirror I'd seen on first 
entry. Now it was a window. A window into a bedroom and 
I heard sounds, voices... Sue, Mr. Cash.

I heard another sound, the thud of a deadlock. A 
momentary panic grabbed me.

"Calm down John, you're locked in. It's a precaution 
I've found necessary when I tell you what's next."

Through the mirror I saw Sue. She was facing me, it was 
as if she could see me. 

Mills spoke, "She can't see you but she knows you're 
there, watching and she's going to give you your money's 
worth."

Cash, naked, came up behind her and put his hands around 
her waist. Slowly he unbuttoned her dress. He slipped it 
over her shoulders and it fell to the floor. He cupped 
her naked breasts and held each nipple between thumbs 
and forefingers something I knew she loved. His cock had 
to be hard up against her buttocks. A look of ecstasy 
overtook her expression.

"Oh Mr. Cash, that's good, don't stop."

As she moaned in delight I was transfixed but realized 
Mills was talking to me.

"I'm sure she's enjoying that but she has been 
instructed to play up for your benefit... to heighten 
the torment so to speak. Trouble is she doesn't know the 
truth. She doesn't know I've trapped you both into being 
my sexual slaves, playthings for my amusement. She 
doesn't know she can't have you again or indeed that she 
isn't going to want you again."

I heard him but was entranced by the scene in the 
mirror. One of Cash's hands glided down over her soft 
flat belly to her cunt, her sopping wet cunt. He found 
her clit and she writhed before me.

"That clit, that cunt was once yours to play with, not 
anymore."

I jerked my hard cock.

Slowly and gently Cash dragged her backwards a few feet 
until he was sat on the edge of a bed. Sue sat too, on 
his lap, each of her legs over each of his. She was 
spread before me, her cunt obscenely displayed. With an 
uncomfortable wriggle and adjustment Cash's cock sprang 
from behind her and rested flush with her pussy lips. 
Sue's hands followed, touching the large bell end 
against her belly with one, cupping his balls with the 
other. A look of utter lust and joy on her face. 

I saw Cash nuzzle her neck, kiss her and whisper. The 
kiss startled me. A loving gesture isn't what I 
expected. What had he said to her?

She groaned and threw her head back against his neck in 
rapture, a reciprocated show of affection? She raised 
her arms to reverse embrace him. Her breasts thrust 
forward, her hips gave little gyrations forcing his cock 
to rub up and down her sopping snatch.

She addressed me through the glass between us.

"I want this, John, I want it."

Their mutual shows of affection had made me less sure 
but my cock had a mind of its own.

I looked at Mills.

"It's going to happen," he smirked. "There's nothing you 
can do about it. If you screamed and raged now she 
couldn't hear you. Relax and enjoy."

Scream and rage was exactly what my mind was doing but 
the sight before me was exhilarating, outrageous, awful. 
Cash spoke now.

"Watch, John, watch as my cock teases your wife's cunt. 
She wants it, my cock, not yours. She wants it because 
she's seen It's bigger than yours. It'll spread her 
wider and reach deeper than you've ever been and once 
she's had it nothing less will do."

Sue groaned and writhed at his words.

"Tell him, Mrs. Grant. Tell him it's true."

"It is, John. I love this cock, look at it." She slid 
her hand up and down his cunt dampened cock, massaged it 
against her flat belly.

I saw now the wedding band on her finger, wet with his 
pre-cum as it continued its sensuous slide along his 
shaft.

"Magnificent" she breathed.

She spoke to Cash, "Put it in... put it in... now!" Her 
writhing became more frantic.

"Beg me and make me believe you want me and not your 
husband."

"I do... I want you, not him. I want this big cock in 
me, now please... I'll do anything!"

She held his cock head against her clit and tried to 
masturbate herself with small rapid movements of it. His 
self control was masterful.

"Please, Mr. Cash... please fuck me. Let my husband see 
how much more of a man you are... I beg you!"

"If I do you're giving up claim to your own cunt, it 
won't be yours or your husband's, it'll be surrendered 
to whoever they see fit."

Sue moaned again and once more I saw the beginnings of 
an orgasm and he wasn't in her yet.

"Yes I give it up... please... now... please!"

"Mr. Mills may share you with his friends, my wife, 
anyone he thinks fit."

"Yes, I promise, whatever you... he wants... just 
pleeeease fuck me!"

I watched as she raised herself in readiness. He lined 
up his cock as she lowered herself.

Again he addressed me through the glass.

"This is what you paid for, John. Hope you're ready." If 
he saw this as revenge for my fucking his wife he made a 
good job of exacting it. 

The tip of his cock was at her cunt lips all shiny, red 
and wet. It was going to happen. 

Sue glanced in my direction then lowered herself gently. 
Then it happened, the head disappeared effortlessly into 
her. For the first time in her life she had another cock 
in her; not mine, someone else's. She gasped and he 
asked her to hold her position. With admirable restraint 
she obeyed and then he let her slide slowly onto him. I 
watched his cock disappear. I watched Sue's face. She 
wasn't play acting; she was in rapture.

Fully embedded in her he held her still and whispered to 
her. She sensuously caressed her own tummy, looked 
towards me again and spoke.

"He's in here, in me, deep, deep in me, filling me." A 
dreamy glaze in her eyes told me she was being totally 
possessed by him.

I was entranced by the scene and wasn't aware of Mills 
movements until he was at me.

As I stood before the glass wanking he grabbed my hand 
from my cock and in a swift movement cuffed it to my 
other hand behind me. 

Distracted, he ordered me to pay attention to the scene 
in the mirror.

"Watch whilst I tell you what's happening"

My cock was demanding attention. The scene before me was 
too much to bear and I was so hard it hurt. Without my 
hand to massage the pre-cum into my cock-head and shaft 
it pulsed issuing continuous wet strings. 

"He's whispering to her. He's telling her the truth. We 
told you contraception wasn't an issue here, we've told 
her Mr. Cash has had a vasectomy."

What the fuck.

"We told her that. We told her he was safe." He smirked.

I looked at Sue as Cash continued his intimate 
whispering. Then I saw from Sue's startled reaction, her 
shocked round eyes, her hands to each side of her face, 
that the truth had registered.

There she sat with this man's thick, rigid cock firmly 
embedded in her, about to eject its life giving, life 
changing potent spunk into her fertile womb but she was 
still wriggling, almost imperceptibly, but moving 
nonetheless.

"Well, John, seems like not even the prospect of 
conceiving a bastard child can stop your slut of a wife 
from getting her thrills."


Mills watched her and then me. He seemed to be enjoying 
my discomfort immensely.

Sue's movements became more definite. If her mind was 
struggling, her body wasn't.

"What do I do, John? What do I do?"

She knew I couldn't answer, that she was on her own. 
Cash smiled smugly. He need do nothing, just wait and 
watch my beautiful wife gradually give in to the mind 
sapping pleasure she was so obviously in thrall to on 
the end of his cock.

"I can't stop... oh, god... I can't stop... oh sweet 
lord...oh...ohh!"

Now she was clearly lifting herself off him and plunging 
down, a grind, a groan, a lift off and another deeper 
press down, another deeper grind.

"Oh, John, what have we done? I can't stop, this is 
so... so... ummm..."

Another grind, another lift, this time till his cock 
almost left her, then a sharp hard drop, then again, his 
cock shining lewdly as it emerged from my darling wife's 
cunt and then disappearing again as her cunt greedily 
swallowed it up.

Cash spoke, "Ready to take my load, Mrs. Grant. Ready to 
bear my child?" He taunted her, stoking her. His words 
acted like an accelerator, she was speeding up, shouting 
no, no, no but plunging onto him harder and harder, 
faster and faster.

"Pretty, smart wife on the outside, breeding slut on the 
inside. You're a slut, worse than a whore, you love this 
and we're going to breed you for fun, to ruin you...and 
you" he looked at me through the glass laughing whilst 
my wife fucked herself on him.

"Tell him what you are."

"Please no... no... oh god... ummmm... oh!"

"Tell him he has to bring up your bastard children or 
you'll leave him. Tell him your cunt belongs to Mr. 
Mills and that he will never fuck you again without his 
permission."

As she began to speak her pace of fucking became 
ferocious and she didn't get the words out before her 
rolling orgasm began.

Her moans, shouts, incoherent words. His sneering, 
leering look at her... and me.

And then I saw. As she lifted from him this time the 
unmistakable sight of his cum covered shaft, glutinous 
white/grey strands clinging to his shaft, then into her 
again lining the walls of her womb with the same gooey 
residue.

And as I saw this, my own cock pulsed, untouched and 
issued forth rapid-fire spurts of cum splattering the 
wall and carpet before me. 

The mirror became reflective again. Instead of seeing my 
wife in prolonged orgasm I was faced with the sight of 
my own reflection, naked, handcuffed and cock still 
dripping.


Chapter 5: Preparing Dinner

Mills left me. I stood alone in the room contemplating 
what I'd just seen and now feeling ridiculous in my 
nudity and bondage. Several minutes later Mills 
returned.

Unceremoniously, he ordered me to follow him as he made 
to go for the door. I hadn't left the room since we 
arrived earlier in the evening but the prospect of 
wandering around this enormous building in nothing but a 
pair of handcuffs horrified me.

He saw my hesitation and addressed it immediately.

"It's only difficult because you think you have a 
choice. You don't. I can leave you here for the weekend 
without any food or toilet facilities whilst my friends 
and I fuck your wife or you can obey me."

He smiled.

"Staying in here for the weekend would be such a waste 
of your hard earned money."

I followed him.

As I left the room to follow him I was acutely aware of 
the helpless and vulnerable state I was in. I sheepishly 
looked up and down the corridor to see if anyone would 
see me and then scurried after Mills who'd disappeared 
into a room 3 or 4 doors down.

The room was a beautifully appointed bedroom. I heard 
the sound of a shower from behind a door in the corner 
of the room.

"Make yourself as comfortable as you can. You both have 
an hour before dinner is served in the dining room. 
Please don't be late."

There was no eroticism in this situation. It seemed so 
normal. Here I was having been shown my room as if in a 
smart hotel, taking on the information a porter might 
offer having dropped my bags, my nakedness the only 
indication of anything untoward.

"And the cuffs, Mr. Mills?"

"Oh you'll get the hang of them... along with the other 
toys we'll expose you too"

I felt my cock twitch. There was a frisson of eroticism 
after all.

As he left the room I heard the shower stop and 
momentarily Sue emerged from the en-suite with a towel 
wrapped around her.

"Sue, my love, are you alright? Are we still okay?" I 
wanted to embrace her, love and hug her but my tied 
hands prevented me. 

"Oh, John, wasn't it fantastic? Did you see?"

I was a little taken aback at her enthusiasm. I had 
enjoyed, kind of, what had gone on but I did feel real 
unease and I'd expected Sue would too.

"Yes, I did, love, but are we thinking through the 
consequences? Pregnancy at our age?"

"Oh that's just the game, John, they wouldn't do that. 
Doesn't it really put some nastiness into the weekend. 
That suggestion of being here to be bred. I get 
flustered and hot at the thought. It's so wicked."

My thoughtful, intelligent wife was like a giddy 
schoolgirl. I was shocked at her acceptance of all this. 
I couldn't deny the sexual kick I'd got from this so far 
but I was having serious doubts about its effect on my 
emotional wellbeing. I was feeling hurt, vulnerable and 
jealous. How could that be? I'd been complicit in all 
this, more than that I'd been positively proactive.

"What a magnificent cock he has, John. I've never been 
so full and when he came it felt like, well like... 
gallons. It's the best sex ever..."

She seemed unaware of the hurt she was causing me, so 
wrapped up was she in her recent experience.

"And what did you think of Mrs. Cash. How humiliating 
was that, her being forced to show us her freshly fucked 
pussy."

That image provoked the stirrings of another erection. 
Sue saw and took that as shared enthusiasm for our 
escapade.

"I'm so glad you're into this too, John. It would be 
awful if you hated this when I love it so much. Come on, 
let's get ready for dinner."

She disappeared behind the door I took to be the en 
suite bathroom and I stood bewildered and suddenly 
feeling very lonely. I glanced around looking for the 
clothing I was meant to wear for dinner. Dinner would at 
least be some kind of relief from this relentless 
sequence of sex. If only I could lose these cuffs.

I scanned the room seeing no sign of men's clothing. I 
checked the wardrobes. Nothing. I called through to Sue.

"Sue, can you see anything to wear in there?"

"Yes, dear, but just leave me to get ready. I'll be out 
shortly."

I sat on the bed wondering what had been left for me to 
wear and how exactly I would dress with wrists chained 
behind me. I'd be dependent on Sue helping.

It seemed ages before Sue reemerged from the dressing 
room and when she did she looked stunning. She wore a 
black dress that hugged her shapely body, cut to mid 
thigh and with a plunging neckline that held her bosom 
up and out. Her cleavage tantalized. She wore black 
31/2" heels. More than this she had an assured, happy 
bearing, a sense of strength and assurance.

My cock rose again.

"I look that good?" she teased.

She did. Right then I wanted her badly. I wanted to 
possess her, reclaim her as mine.

She saw this and continued teasing.

Stood face to face, just feet apart, me naked, her 
dressed to kill I felt frustration bordering on rage. 
She looked at my straining cock and smirked. Never was I 
more aware of my restraints. The cuffs were beginning to 
hurt as I unconsciously tested them in my anger and 
frustration.

My head was exploding in confusion. I wanted relief for 
the all consuming sexual urge that was beginning to 
overpower me and I hated the lack of control, the 
jealousy, my subjugation. With overwhelming humiliation 
I asked my wife for hand relief. 

She replied intensifying that humiliation.

"No dear. I have my instructions. I'm theirs now. I 
couldn't possibly."

Open mouthed I stared at her. Struggling for some 
composure I stammered.

"But that's just a game. They're not here now, come on, 
Sue help me here."

I tried approaching her and she backed away. "Keep that 
leaking cock away from my beautiful dress. We'll be in 
big trouble if you stain it."

"Sue... Sue..." I pleaded without finishing and still 
trying to process my confusion.

She ignored me. No eye contact. What's happening?

I backed down, reluctantly. "At least help me dress."

She seemed to relent. "Where are your clothes?"

"You said they were in the dressing room."

"No, this dress was in the room and these shoes, but no 
men's clothing."

After a quick double check Sue became a little more 
sympathetic towards my predicament.

"I'll pop down and find someone to help."

At that there was a knock on the door and without 
waiting for an answer the door opened.

A small man, a midget, dressed in evening suit came in. 
Embarrassed at my nakedness I hid behind the dressing 
room door.

"My name is Carl. I've brought John's attire for the 
evening."

Without expression he handed Sue a small package.

"Please dress him."

Sue opened the package. It contained a black collar and 
chain. Sue handled it and looked at the midget 
quizzically.

"Please dress him" he repeated.

Then to me he spoke even more commandingly.

"Come away from the door, NOW!" he barked.

His diminutive size in no way diminished his authority. 
I stepped from behind the door and stood before him.

"Here, now."

I obeyed, again surprised at my own timidity.

"Dress him," he said again to Sue.

She approached me with some trepidation. I sensed her 
discomfort for me but quickly she put the collar around 
my neck and the chain fell loosely down my chest, past 
my cock and down to my ankles.

"Hand me the lead."

Sue bent down, picked up the dangling chain and handed 
it to Carl. Carl sneered. He struck me as a bad man and 
not one to cross for all his stature.

"You, my dear may go down to the dining room. Down the 
stairs and to the left."

Sue glanced at me with some concern... and excitement... 
but left without protest.

Carl tugged on the lead bringing me closer to him and 
didn't ease off until he had me bent and stooped so that 
I was nose to nose with him. As I stuttered an objection 
he hushed me putting a finger to his lips. Why did I let 
this gesture stop any protest? Holding me there he took 
something from his pocket and swiftly pushed it into my 
mouth, a tablet or pill, and insisted I swallow. 

He roughly grabbed and nipped my nose forcing my mouth 
open so he could check I'd swallowed it. Assured I had, 
he stuffed a large black ball into my mouth effectively 
gagging me. By now I felt panic. Here I was, naked, 
hands fastened behind me, chained and gagged and with an 
erection which totally belied my true feeling. This 
situation did not arouse me but a rock hard cock sprung 
out in front of me. 

Carl spoke to me, "That's the drug I've given you." He 
had loosened the lead a little and pointed at my cock. 
God it was hard, painfully hard.

"By now we're calculating you may have serious 
misgivings about this weekend in sexual heaven. We've 
seen and heard your conversation with your wife and she 
may just be wondering if you've both gotten yourselves 
too far in."

I tried far too late to agree but all that came out was 
a muffled sound. It was still only Friday night but 
right now I would just have liked to take Sue home and 
cuddle her.

"But we like your wife and I think she's enjoying 
herself. The only thing holding her back from becoming a 
totally willing slut for us is her love and concern for 
you. She needs reassurance that you are enjoying this.

"Of course we know you're not. You've enjoyed fucking 
Mrs. Cash and you've enjoyed watching Mr. Cash fuck your 
wife but that's all it was for you. Now, though, there 
is an emotional aspect to all this that's creeping up on 
you and beginning to consume you"

I didn't know where he was going with this but his 
assessment was true and him articulating it made me more 
conscious of it.

"So some coercion is going to be necessary from now on."

The smile he gave me was cold and I knew my earlier 
assessment of his character was fair. This was one bad 
mother.

"Everything you and your wife have done here since your 
arrival earlier this evening has been recorded. We have 
sound, video and stills, all explicit. If any of it were 
to fall in the wrong hands I suspect it might have 
catastrophic effects on your professional and social 
lives not to mention your family lives..."

My god, what on earth had we gotten ourselves into. Any 
thought of sex or eroticism collapsed under the weight 
of this sudden reality check. And yet my cock was as 
rock hard now as it was before. His smile didn't waiver.

"...so it would make sense to cooperate, John. Don't you 
think so?"

He knew I couldn't reply but I stood chained, bound and 
mute and had I been able to speak I would have had to 
assent. My family was too important to me.

"Now, John, when we're fucking your wife, abusing her, 
teasing her, using her as our plaything you will not 
fail in your encouragement of her. When she looks for 
reassurance you give it; when she looks for help you 
withhold it and encourage her acceptance of what we do 
to her. It shouldn't be hard to convince her. That good, 
hard erection we've helped you with should help"

As a full understanding of my predicament raced into my 
brain a strange feeling overtook me. I don't know if it 
was a kind of madness but I seemed to shed any care. I 
was helpless, without power and responsibility. Nothing 
was in my control, yet I sensed a kind of liberation. 

A rush of sexual energy overcame me and again, without 
physical aid I ejaculated. A stream of cum shot forth 
and as the midget Carl guffawed with laughter the stream 
became an obscene string hanging from my still rock hard 
cock.

He continued laughing evilly as he tugged my chain 
forcing me to follow him and as I did I knew that 
madness hadn't left me. 


6 Dinner and Separation

As we entered the large dining room two things struck 
me. Its old world opulence and grandeur would have 
impressed me immensely in different circumstances. High 
ceilinged, wooden floored and with another large and 
fully roaring fire it looked like an old gentleman's 
club. In the centre of the room, placed on top of the 
lavish Persian rug, was a large dining table. The second 
thing that struck me was my lack of embarrassment in 
front of the dining coterie.

At the head of the table sat Mr. Mills. On one side sat 
Mr. and Mrs. Cash, facing them but with their backs to 
me were Sue and another man, who I could see even in the 
subdued light and his seated position was tall and broad 
and dark. I was to learn this was James. I'd heard Mrs. 
Cash refer to him earlier as Carl's partner in her 
fucking.

Carl left me by the door and went to take his place at 
the table, completing the diners as he sat facing Mr. 
Mills.

I felt awkward. Naked, gagged and cuffed with a raging, 
leaking hard on I didn't know where to put myself but I 
was seemingly being ignored. Then I realized the murmur 
of dinner conversation was about me. I strained to 
listen.

"...think it'll be ok..." "he's enjoying..." "...likes 
being a wimp..." "...happy we're doing such a job on 
you, my dear..." The all seemed to be contributing and 
then I heard Sue's voice, hesitant and nervous.

"Are you sure? I think... I think I'd just like to check 
with him," she seemed unaware I was in the room.

Mills barked instruction to me. "Here, John, now!"

I walked towards his position at the head of the table. 
I was suddenly the focus of all their attention. 

"Closer!"

I moved a step forward to the edge of the table at which 
point my erect cock was displayed across its surface. 
Embarrassingly it gave a little pulse, issuing forth 
another string of pre-cum.

I looked at Sue and caught her eye as it did so. A 
question I detected in her eye disappeared as she saw 
this. It was replaced with lust.

More confidently now she spoke, "I understand from our 
friends here that you really are loving this, John, and 
that you really want me to continue."

As she spoke James lifted her left hand in his and took 
it to his lips, kissing her wedding band tenderly. As he 
did so she gazed at him lovingly and as she looked back 
at me my cock pulsed again.

"They're making me feel so sexy, John. It's such a 
relief you like it too. They really know how to make 
this work. You're such a darling for arranging it all."

Mills spoke, "Do remember to tell him some of what we've 
arranged for the rest of the weekend, my dear. I'm sure 
he wants to know that we've told you of all the desires 
he's never dared tell you. As you can see, he can't 
speak for himself."

They all chuckled.

Infuriated, I tried to object with what of course were 
unintelligible grunts. 

"Tell him... tell him what delights you've consented to 
for his gratification."

Now Sue spoke to me. She feigned coyness. "Well," she 
paused for thought.

"I like the idea of everyone here fucking me for your 
pleasure... I think I'm less sure about lack of 
protection but I suppose that's a chance we take and if 
it pleases you."

What? WHAT? My mind raced. These weren't my fantasies. 
What had they told her?

"I'm just surprised you've never told me..."

Unable to speak and still sporting a rock hard cock that 
seemed somehow separate to me my head was spinning.

"And this thing of showing love not just lust... I 
thought that would hurt you... but... if that's what you 
want I'll try to feign love too, or at least affection."

She turned to face James who still held her hand in his.

"It shouldn't be so hard," she said coquettishly. 

My cock, still projecting over the corner of the table, 
twitched again. I silently prayed this was all part of 
the mental game but doubts began to plague me again.

"I had no idea you wanted to suck the cocks that were 
going to fuck me... that's really..." she shivered 
before she could finish.

The madness rose in me again. I'm not gay. I'm really 
not gay but reason was leaving me, and some animal force 
was taking over. The thought thrilled and disgusted me 
but also the thought, "Don't leave me, Sue, don't leave 
me."

Sue was watching the reaction her words were having on 
me. Unable to speak she had only my wide eyes and my 
rampant cock on which to base a judgment and I saw it 
was my cock that caught her eye.

Mills interjected.

"Bedtime for you, John."

I looked at him startled.

"Take him."

He was addressing Mrs. Cash. She blushed. I'd still not 
heard her speak more than a few words. She pushed back 
her chair and stood. I saw then that she was dressed 
just as she had been earlier, as a French maid, but this 
time breasts covered, only becoming obvious as she stood 
revealing the ridiculously short skirt, stockings and 
what looked like heels too high for her comfort. She 
stood to her full height, a petite 5'1 or 5'2. 

"When he's in his room uncuff him and remove the gag. 
Leave on his collar."

She looked hesitant, nervous.

"Relax my dear. After tonight remember you're free to 
go."

She did, slightly.

"Lead him away."

She picked up the trailing lead and self consciously 
gave it a tug. I caught Sue's eye. I saw lust, meanness 
even but felt the tug and followed meekly. As we got to 
the door I managed to catch a final glimpse of Sue in a 
passionate clinch with James...and to hear vicious 
laughter from Mills and Carl.

Once in my room, a plain beige walled cell-like space 
with a single bed against one wall, Mrs. Cash hesitated 
again. I didn't understand at first. I raised my arms 
behind me offering my cuffed wrists for release. She 
didn't respond. I turned and grunted. She removed the 
gag and I inhaled deeply.

"My hands" I said. Still hesitation.

"What's wrong, they told you to uncuff me."

"I-I... know what they've done to you."

"What do you mean?" I was genuinely puzzled.

"They've drugged you, you're... aroused to a point of 
madness, you'll rape me."

What was she talking about. I'd already fucked her once. 
Then I thought. Madness. That's the word I'd thought of 
myself. She now saw my unease.

"When you... had me... before... it was against my will, 
it was to please my husband. I wish I'd never agreed to 
come here."

"But you DID enjoy it, you were..." I didn't need to 
find a euphemism for her excited sexual state as she 
anticipated what I was going to say.

"I can't help my body's response. I'm human, I'm wired 
to respond, and I'd been drugged too, so don't you think 
it was anything but following instructions to please my 
husband."

We were silent for a few moments.

This fragile, sensitive woman should have had my 
sympathy, but she was right. Right now I wanted to fuck 
her. My cock said so, my mind said so. But I still had 
some wits about me.

"I understand. Take the lead and tie it to a bed leg. 
Then uncuff me. That should give you time to get out of 
the door."

Slowly, I saw the sense of my proposal sink in. She 
looked towards the base of the bed and tugged me to it. 
I had to get on the floor for her to fasten the chain 
around the leg. Then she stood above me. As I looked up 
at her I saw the most delightful sight. From this angle 
her skirt no longer covered her beautiful naked cunt. I 
was foolish enough to comment.

"Is that still the drugs?" I said sarcastically.

Momentarily she was puzzled. Then when she understood I 
was astonished when she began to cry.

"The things they've done, the things they've made me do. 
They've turned me into a slut. Why is my body doing this 
to me"

Gently, like a wolf, I pounced.

"If you're body needs something I can help. Look what 
they've done to me, a permanent raging hard-on. We're 
both victims here."

I wanted her and her body wanted me. Whatever the reason 
I wanted to fuck her right now. That wet pussy wasn't 
lying. Drug induced, conditioned, whatever the reason, I 
didn't care. She wanted it and so did I.

"Do you know what they have planned...you don't, do 
you?"

In my haze of lust I almost didn't care but I must have 
detected just enough of a genuine warning and I 
responded.

"We're just here for some fun. They're providing our 
entertainment. We're just here for an old fashioned 
dirty weekend."

As I said it, I knew we were already past that and that 
I was deluding myself. She knew this.

"Don't be stupid. You... we... are their entertainment. 
And it's not just for the weekend. That's what they told 
us. Here we are three weeks later and because we've done 
as they asked we can leave tonight, but not you. We've 
heard their plans for you. It's so... depraved, so 
filthy and amoral. I'm so sorry you're caught in this 
but it's too late now."

A cold chill of fear went through me.

"Oh, God, just thinking about it."

Whatever it was made her groan with unwanted pleasure.

"This is what they do to us. How can I be so wanton, 
they've done this to me!"

She released the lead from the bed and without 
hesitation this time, unlocked the cuffs.

She laid on the bed, knees up, legs apart, cunt lips 
open and shining with wetness. 

"Do it to me... now... please!"

Feeling invigorated by my liberation I took control.

"I'll fuck you, damn right I'll fuck you... but this is 
how I'll do it."

I flipped her over, lifted her skirt, and seeing her 
perfect ass and shiny cunt plunged my raging cock into 
her. The tight hot feeling was almost too much to bear 
and after waiting so long in a heightened sexual state I 
thought I was going to cum immediately. Fucking her 
earlier and then ejaculating twice "hands free" must 
have helped my staying power as I was able to keep 
powering away at her. 

She kept talking, like her mind and body were fighting 
over possession of her soul. Her body responded to the 
fucking I was giving her. She met my thrusts and her 
cunt bathed my cock in hot wetness. But she spoke of 
other things as I did so.

"You think you're their customer, but you're their 
slave. They drug you, manipulate you, condition you and 
blackmail you. You'll do what they want. They'll make 
you want it too. And your wife, if I told you... if I 
tell you... you can't let them know I told you."

Her speech was punctuated by grunts and thrusts. I 
wanted to know but only because it fed my lust for the 
woman I was fucking. Dreams and nightmares filled my 
mind as I thrust deeper and deeper, delighted that I was 
able to maintain such a prolonged performance.

"I heard them... they're going to breed her. It's a game 
for them. They're betting on the child being theirs, 
each of them. She'll know by now... they're doing her 
now... in the dining room. They're telling her as they 
do it. And that's not all... it doesn't stop there by 
any means"

This story far from shocking me fired my lust further. I 
knew she was telling me the truth but it felt like the 
recounting of some deep dark fantasy.

Without stopping my grinding I spoke back.

"Go on, tell me everything"

"The branding... the family... the..."

From nowhere I felt a punch to the back of my head. I 
fell, untied from my fuck mate and landed on the floor 
stunned. In seconds I felt my wrists cuffed again.

I heard Mrs. Cash groan.

"Oh please, I need to come, please help me... fuck me... 
hard!"

Shaking off the stupor I saw now it was Mr. Cash. He 
dropped his pants and took my place, fucking his wife 
and berating her at the same time.

"What are you doing? After everything we've been through 
this past three weeks, how could you jeopardize it now? 
You shouldn't be telling him."

"Just fuck me. Make me come and then we can go. Fuck me 
just fuck me"

I watched them fuck. I had seen his cock was bigger than 
mine when he fucked Sue earlier and it seemed to make a 
difference to his wife now.

"That's it... just a bit more... yes... oh yes... 
again... harder! YES! YES! OH YESSS!"

He'd nailed her good and quick.

This quiet and dignified lady quickly became just that 
again. It was as if some madness, the same madness I'd 
felt, had left her.

As she stood her short skirt dropped to give her a 
little modesty so that were it not for the shiny cum I 
saw on her thighs she'd look just as I'd seen her in the 
dining room. Mr. Cash was quickly dressed. 

Man and wife spoke with each other as if I wasn't there.

"We've helped find our replacements, so let's go. When 
it took so long for you to come back they sent me to get 
you. They're so into their game with her they've said to 
just go."

"But the recordings, the pictures?"

"These two so meet all their needs I don't think we need 
worry. We've kept our side of the bargain. Let's just go 
and get out of this hellhole."

I interjected, "Please, tell me what you know before you 
leave."

"She's already said too much," he replied, dragging his 
wife to the door.

"What did you mean, 'branding' and 'family'?"

"That's not half of it. You'll see soon enough."

He pushed his wife through the open door and as he left 
himself quipped,

"Anyway from what I've seen you'll probably both enjoy 
it."

He closed the door behind him.

I sat, alone and forlorn. Their words sent questions 
racing around my mind and the speed with which they'd 
left created a real sense of danger.

After a moment of bewilderment I approached the closed 
door and tried clumsily to turn the handle. Though my 
wrists were still tied behind me, with careful 
maneuvering I was able to open the unlocked door 
quietly.

By now I was losing myself consciousness about my 
nudity. I crept along the corridor stealthily as 
possible eager to find Sue so I could try to end what 
was rapidly becoming a nightmare. 

I didn't understand the references the Cash's had made 
but 'branding' had a clear implication of permanence, 
not a weekend dalliance and the very mention of 'family' 
terrified me. That, notwithstanding, I was still 
sporting a rock hard cock. Whatever they'd given me must 
have been very strong.

I made my way to where I remembered the dining room 
being. The door was slightly ajar. I listened carefully. 
I heard nothing so pushed the door open gently and 
peered inside. The table was still laid, with empty 
plates and wine glasses. The fire still looked lively. 
As I ventured further in I quickly realized the room was 
empty.

I had no plan but I had expected to find my wife there 
with our tormentors and now ungagged I could have tried 
to warn her. Now I was at a loss. Where in this vast 
house was she. If I shouted they would find me before I 
warned her. I looked around the dining room looking for 
clues and inspiration. None were to be found.

I decided I'd have to wander the house listening at 
doors. I'd barely got to the next room when I heard a 
telephone ring. Panic stricken I tried to work out where 
the sound was coming from. The first ring startled me 
but I needed the second one to help me locate it. A 
third ring might be too late if someone came to answer 
it. 

After the second ring I still couldn't work it out. 
Panicked into action I dashed back into the dining room 
where to my horror I was faced with the midget Carl 
heading to a sideboard on which stood an old fashioned 
hook telephone stand. He saw me as I saw him. He was 
cool. I was not.

He let the telephone ring. Caught like a rabbit in 
headlights I stared at him. Swiftly he approached me and 
grabbed my defenseless naked testicles with a vice-like 
grip. I fell to the floor, screaming in pain. As I 
writhed on the floor he stuffed a handkerchief into my 
mouth and I was back to square one. As I continued to 
roll in agony I felt cold metal on my neck and the sound 
of a click.

This was worse than square one. I'd had half a chance to 
extract my wife and I from some unspecified horrors, 
failed and was now likely to find out what those horrors 
were.

But not just yet.

Carl led me not to Sue but back to the room I'd just 
escaped from. He left me there and I heard the door 
lock. I sat on the edge of the bed suddenly very weary. 
From somewhere outside my door I heard a clock chime and 
realized how late it was. As I counted the twelfth 
strike I surrendered to tiredness and lay down on the 
bed and despite the discomfort of cuffs and gag quickly 
fell asleep.


7 Saturday

It was very late when I awoke the next morning. Daylight 
flooded the room. I looked around me and realized 
simultaneously I was uncuffed, ungagged and without a 
lead. Clothes lay draped over a chair in the corner. 

My ferocious erection of the previous evening had 
subsided. Normality? I had to mentally reconstruct the 
events of the night before to convince myself I hadn't 
dreamed it all. Tell tale red bands of sore skin on my 
wrists assured me it had been real.

I rose and was able to dress in the casual clothes 
clearly left for me. I approached the door tentatively 
and tried the handle. It opened. With no specific plan I 
wandered to where I knew the dining room to be.

As I entered Mills was sat by the table, legs crossed 
and seemingly immersed in a broadsheet newspaper. 

I took a step further and Mills looked up.

"Morning, John. Come and have some breakfast with me."

He gestured to the chair adjacent him.

Still slightly bewildered by the normality of the 
situation after last night I did so.

"Morning," I responded.

"You slept well, I hope you're suitably recovered."

"Yes...yes I am, I feel very well thank you."

He raised the coffee pot and poured the black liquid 
content into a cup.

"Help yourself to toast, there'll be a cooked breakfast 
with you shortly." 

He smiled reassuringly and a moment later Carl entered 
with a tray full of breakfast. He didn't speak and left 
immediately. Last night, in the intense mood of the 
evening he'd seemed intimidating. Now as he waddled away 
his short stature seemed comical and I wondered how I'd 
been so frightened of him. I began tucking into the 
lavish breakfast realizing how long it had been since 
I'd eaten.

"So, John, have you enjoyed your stay so far?"

Whether out of a misplaced sense of courtesy or because 
I was still bewildered I answered.

"Yes, yes I have."

"Good. Today should be even better if you enjoyed last 
night."

"But what about Sue... my wife... is she okay? Where is 
she?"

I felt the first rise of panic as I realized I hadn't 
seen her since last night.

"She's fine. I saw her and James only an hour ago. She 
seems to be enjoying his company immensely."

Indignant I spoke again, "I want to see her now. I 
insist you take me to her"

"No, John. Not just yet. I'm not sure she'll want to see 
you straight away. She's somewhat preoccupied at the 
moment. Let's see how the day goes, shall we?"

Now my earlier calm was evaporating.

"NOW, Mills," I said. He saw my anger and couldn't have 
missed my failure to address him by his surname.

He didn't lose his cool though. He smiled again, calmly 
and reassuringly but I wasn't reassured.

I stood up and shouted again.

"Take me to her, now or so help me I'll..." words failed 
me. What exactly would I do? I'm not a fighter. I 
couldn't storm off and find her, the house was too 
vast."

"SIT DOWN, JOHN" His tone brooked no dissent.

I did, somewhat chastened by my realization of how 
helpless I was. I tried reason.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. It 
was rude of me. I think you'll understand though, I'm 
very concerned for her. I haven't seen her since last 
night, I'm responsible for her, I brought her here."

"That's okay, John, I understand but do remember why you 
brought her here. Tell me why again."

I blushed deeply.

"To experience... enjoy our fantasies."

"What kind of fantasies?"

"Sexual fantasies."

"That's right, John and that's just what she's doing 
now. Let me reassure you she is physically fine, if a 
little tired... hardly surprising in the circumstances" 

His smile this time was more sinister.

"So, please don't be concerned on that count."

I knew he hadn't finished.

"Emotionally, however, she does seem to be getting very 
attached to James."

A cold chill of fear ran up my spine.

"When I last saw her they were more like lovers than ... 
well there were displays of affection, shall I say. I've 
run many of these weekends. They're about sex, not love. 
I'm not used to seeing this."

"You're lying. Sue would never betray me like that...and 
I know the mind games you're playing with us. The 
Cash's, they told me. They told me your plan..."

I came to a spluttering incoherent end.and#8232;"Ah, the 
Cash's. They played their part well. I'll give them a 
break for a few months now that I have you to play with. 
I'll have them back though. I particularly like her. 
Such innocence and such a sex drive."

He seemed wistful as he recalled her but my mind was 
working overtime.

After a moments thoughtful pause he spoke again.

"You have the day free, John. Don't worry about your 
wife, who she's fucking, who she's loving. Forget about 
the Cash's and what they've said. There's nothing you 
can do about any of it. You and your lovely wife are 
mine to do with as I see fit so relax and enjoy. Go out, 
enjoy the fresh air, walk in the park, have a coffee at 
Starbucks, read a book. Whatever you like. Then come 
back here for 6 tonight and we'll see where we go from 
there. Maybe I'll introduce you to James' new 
plaything?"

He grinned evilly, got up and left the room.

As I sat, stunned, I tried to work out what to do.

I stood up, realizing as I did that again my cock was 
rock hard and tented the front of the pants I was 
wearing. Drugged again. That damned coffee. Trying to 
ignore it I left the dining room, entered the hallway 
and at the top of my voice I shouted.

"SUE... SUE... WHERE ARE YOU?!"

There was no reply... from anyone or anything.

I climbed the stairs and shouted again. No response. I 
ran the length of the landing trying doors. All locked. 
Beaten I went back to the top stair and sat head in 
hands. 

He'd said to come back at 6. I had no option. I left by 
the grand front door we'd entered only the evening 
before. As I closed the door behind me the symbolism 
caught me. Was I abandoning my wife to these bastards?

I could see the day dragging by. I didn't do anything 
Mills had suggested. Too self conscious of the permanent 
erection I was sporting I went home. Maybe there'd be 
something there to take my mind off the predicament. I 
checked the post. One or two bills and flyers but 
nothing of real interest. There was an answer phone 
message from my daughter Nicola to say she was coming 
home next weekend and to let her know if that was okay. 
I ignored it. Sue would call her in due time. 

This erection was getting on my nerves. There was no one 
home so I stripped off the pants to give my cock some 
freedom.

I switched on my computer hoping again for some 
diversion. There were several email messages, some spam 
which for some reason I always checked the title of and 
two from people I knew. As I went to delete the spam one 
caught my eye.

"John Grant as you've never seen him."

Fucking hell. I opened it but simply found a link to 
another site with a long incomprehensible address. I 
followed it.

"John and Sue Grant, fucking and being fucked, but not 
by each other."

"Slave John Grant sucks cock."

"Slut Sue Grant fucks midget."

"Slut Sue Grant goes black."

"Slave John Grant bound and gagged."

"Slut Sue Grant impregnated."

For each a click would show a picture to match the 
description. The list went on. All the pictures were of 
high quality and as I studied them I felt my hand go to 
my cock. I masturbated furiously until I got to a second 
page.

"Slut Sue Grant branded."

"Slut Sue Grant chained and enslaved."

"Slave John Grant feeds black cock to wife's cunt." 

"Slave John Grant sucks black cock"and#8232;These 
weren't true. Frantically I clicked. No picture 
appeared.

Another page.

"Slut Sue Grant does Dogs."

"Slut Sue Grant with Snakes."

My God!!

"Nicola Grant Helps Slut Sue."

There was no consolation in the absence of supporting 
photos. We were clearly in serious trouble here.

But I couldn't understand this. I thought I'll tackle 
this later and flicked back to those captions with 
pictures. My cock pulsed again. A picture of Sue fucked 
by Cash, I remember it, the rapture on her face. I 
masturbated furiously, ejaculated, masturbated again. My 
erection was never ending. The pictures fascinated me, 
the unsupported captions should have consumed me but I 
masturbated and masturbated. I did this for hours. My 
cock was red roar and sore. 

Eventually the erection left me. Presumably the drug 
wore off. Exhausted, I came away from the computer and 
dressed again. I was staggered to see the time was 
approaching 6:15.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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